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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … toji & y/n being a couple for 10 minutes straight pt.3

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꩜ actor!toji x actress!reader

⤷ synopsis : just toji & reader being idiots in luv…

꩜ content : crazy fans, very mild physical violence (toji pushing ppl lol), toji being a little ooc again. this is really not as wack as the warnings are making it sound.

- a/n : loads of people seem to be enjoying this & i enjoy making them, so here you go! :D

. . . part 1, part 2, part 4

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౨ৎ first clip

(recorded by your fansite) - you & toji are at the airport and it is packed. there are fans swarming you, practically suffocating you & toji, along with paparazzi taking pictures of you, flashing lights in your face. your bodyguards are literally at war trying to guard you and you have to cling onto toji’s arm to even get past the sea of people.

all of a sudden one fan somehow gets way too close, and grabs a hold of your shirt, trying to drag you towards him. you jerk forward and without even hesitating, toji just grabs the face of the crazy fan and pushes him away like it’s nothing, causing a domino effect having other fans falling over as well.

toji puts an arm around you and guides you to check your tickets, ignoring all the chaos he caused behind him.

(this got a lot of mixed reactions, some people siding with toji saying he was just protecting you & others criticising him for his rash actions that could’ve caused people to get injured 💀)

౨ৎ second clip

you & toji were doing a video for WIRED, taking part in their popular series, “Web’s Most Searched Questions” about yourselves.

“okay third question..” you say, and peel off the paper. “are _____ and toji..dating?”

you & toji look at the camera and then at each other, faces hot and you’re both awkwardly smiling before looking at the camera again. you & toji speak. “yeah, i dunno.” “nooo idea.” “literally no clue whatsoever.” “why even ask that like-like we’d know the answer?”

you peel the next question and it’s even worse. “are _____ and toji having- A BABY?!” you shout and cover your face laughing, both in shock and amusement. “what?!”

toji just facepalms, hiding his pink cheeks and sighs tiredly. “christ…”

౨ৎ third clip

you’re at a press conference for the series you and toji are in, all the cast members are gathered on a long table with microphones but it’s a pretty informal gathering and the fans are being very interactive with the cast!

a crew members hands the microphone to a fan who has a question. “hi! hi, i’m sarah and uhm..i have a question for toji. and _____ too! do you think that your characters have a chance of..like..getting together? like romantically-?”

“yeah we’re getting together,” toji responds bluntly, reeling in the loud cheers from the crowd & he decides to add fuel to the fire. “and we’re gonna have a make-out scene too.”

the audiences goes crazy with applause and whistles, while you pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head in embarrassment as the cast look to see your reaction.

then the director of the show pitches in, holding her finger up. “just to clarify, we did not discuss this..”

there’s a chorus of laughs and sad ‘awws’ among the pool of fans which only makes you giggle. you didn’t even know what to say to toji’s brashness.

gojo chimes in with his loud mouth while everyone is still buzzing from toji’s unexpected words. “talking about kisses and stuff like. this guy’s just saying what he wants to hear!”

everyone starts creasing up again and you & toji lean your heads to look at each other on opposing ends of the table, and he just smirks at you while you just shake your head and try not to look so obvious..

౨ৎ fourth clip

vogue did a video with you getting ready for a fashion show you were invited to, by the designer herself.

the makeup artists had just finished your shimmery, fairy-like makeup and now the stylists were accessorising you with jewellery and fixing your hair.

“yeah i really like how the hair is done,” you say, referring to the baby pink ribbon tied cutely around your bun. “it’s really cute! and the dress is just so-”

the door to the dressing room opens and toji pokes his head in, the camera zooming in on him. “‘ya done yet?”

“toji?” you ask, exasperated. “toji get out! we’re not finished yet..”

toji looks you up and down in confusion. “ya look done to me. we gotta leave in like-”

“toji i am clearly not finished. we have to go through which jewellery looks the best with the neckline of the dress and..my whole look altogether so it doesn’t drown me out! and then we have to pick the correct shoes and make sure i’m comfortable with them and that they look pretty but also don’t take attention away from the dress. and then for the perfume-”

“yeah, yeah, alright, i get it.” toji totes. “but we have to be there in 30 minutes so-”

“oh toji’.” you sigh, looking in the mirror while the stylist fuss around you. “it’s okay if we’re late. i’m the main event. the designer invented me personally. they won’t even start the show if i’m not there. it’ll be fine, trust me.”

toji looks at you for a moment and then simply shrugs, nodding and accepting your words.

౨ৎ fifth clip

“so yeah, this is the book i’m reading.” you hold up ‘pride & prejudice’ to the camera for your fans to see. you were on a livestream, which you don’t usually do, and many fans were watching. “i just love this book. the characters are-”

loud, thudding footsteps can be heard in the background and you pause. a deep, clearly a man’s voice can be heard and then a shirtless toji walks into frame (as identified by his tattoos bc his face is not on camera). he reaches out of frame.

“sorry, jus’ forgot my shirt.”

he puts his shirt on, not even realising what he just did in front of 50,000 people and walks out of the room

it all happened so fast, you sit with your jaw open like a fish, holding your now forgotten book in your hand while the chat goes wild, spamming questions of “who is that?” “is that toji?” “you and toji are together?” in a frantic, chaotic fashion.

you just look at the camera and reach forward, abruptly ending the live. fans did not stop talking about this moment for months and they most certainly did not believe you when you said toji was just at your house for a little ‘visit’.

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a/n: yk how hard it is to think of ideas for this omg 😭💔

#actor!toji #actress!reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #toji zenin x reader

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makeyoumine69 · 4 months

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Being Bateman's Tradwife | NSFW HEADCANON

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader; CW: SMUT, Romance and mostly Fluff. Links: [MASTERLIST]; Song Rec: Isabel LaRosa — i'm yours; A/N: This is dedicated to @batemans-malewife, I hope you like it, my dear friend! 💗 If you find any mistakes regarding gn!reader, please let me know.

At first, the whole idea of being a tradwife made you nervous, especially when Patrick insisted that you quit your job and let him take care of all aspects of your life; not to mention his complex personality and unhealthy perfectionism in almost...everything?

But then, when you finally decided to give it a try, the hurricane of domestic life consumed you faster than you could imagine, and you didn't notice how you got used to making him breakfast in the morning before he went to work.

Bateman would watch you float around his modern kitchen like a fairy, wearing something neat and tight that would make him hard even after the morning sex you had a few moments ago; his hazel eyes would peer over the Times he was reading, not missing a sway of your delicious hips. And when Patrick would trap you between his massive frame and the kitchen counter, you would just gasp and smile innocently, pretending you were not seducing him all this time.

Romance. Oh, sometimes Bateman could be such an old-fashioned romantic, who loved to give you flowers, lingerie and various other gifts because he wanted nothing more than to make his dear wife happy; although his generosity was charming, there were moments when you found it embarrassing, particularly when Patrick took you to Tiffany & Co. and asked you to pick out any jewelry you liked. After all, Bateman enjoyed spoiling you because he COULD afford it.

Living under the same roof as Bateman meant being ready to be caught by him anywhere — even if you were just going to take a shower, this man would catch you there too, hugging you from behind and pressing your wet body against his strong one, kissing your neck while his hard length rubbed between your legs, turning you both to the point of no return when your single moan was enough to ignite his desire.

"Mmhhm-Patrick..." The way you called out his name drove him absolutely crazy, especially with your eyes closed like that, Bateman couldn't resist it.

"Fuck, you look so cute like that," he purred in your ear before tugging gently on your hair to make you arch your back. "Spread your legs wider, yeah, just like that," his praise was sweet as honey, warming your heart and inducing you to forget how to breathe. "Uh, such an obedient little Bunny."

The way his thick cock brushed over your ass would set your body on fire, his tight embrace would make you feel so small and fragile but at the same time so protected and cherished; it was the best feeling in the world to be held in the arms of your beloved man.

Hot and bothered, Bateman would nip at your shoulder blade and give himself a few hard strokes before leisurely pushing himself into your tight hole, relishing the way you clung to his brawny biceps and gasping at how perfectly he was stretching you from the inside out.

"Mmm-so good, you feel so fucking good," his low groan echoed off the shower walls, mingling with the sound of the flowing water. "Relax, honey, I got you."

And he really meant it when he said those words.

Every time you had sex and Patrick saw you struggling to take his huge dick, he would soothe you, but never stop ramming into your malleable flesh, forcing your legs to shake and your throat to spasm in lewd whimpers.

This man was everything to you, and you were everything to him.

Waking each other up by giving oral pleasure would become your favorite ritual that would help you unleash your carnal desires, because there was nothing shameful about making the person you loved feel as good as possible.

Bateman's breath would hitch at the touch of your wet tongue on his swollen tip as you lapped at it like a curious kitten, your coy ministrations would amuse him but at the same time they would be the most powerful fuel for his arousal.

On top of that, there would be evenings of watching his favorite slasher movies, which would turn into something spicy as soon as you snuggled up against his broad chest, seeking protection because you were scared. Patrick would make you sit on his lap and kiss you so passionately that you would moan into his mouth, spurring him on to use his hands more brazenly, squeezing your ass and hips without shame.

And if you were jealous, he wouldn't punish you for it, no. It would boost his ego for sure, but he would do his best to show you that you are the only one he desires at all costs. Bateman would worship every little part of your body or fuck you senseless if it would help demolish any silly thoughts about you not deserving him.

"Baby, look at me," Patrick mused, cupping your sad face in his big palms. "I want you to remember what I'm about to say."

Lowering your head, you closed your eyes for a second before finally daring to look into his dark ones. "I'm sorry to bring this up again. It's just..."

"Shhh, (y/n,) listen," his voice became even more affectionate after your words. "You are my darling, my beautiful wife. I chose you and I don't need anyone else," Bateman's hand slowly traced your cheek, wiping away your shimmering tears. "Because I've found myself in you."

To prove his words, the man sealed your lips with a kiss full of love and tenderness, constantly caressing your face and holding you close.

The two of you wouldn't even remember how long you stayed like that on the Manhattan Bridge, hugging each other so tightly as if you were two magnets. Even if the whole world was against you, you would always have each other, and that was the only thing that mattered.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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amakumos · 11 months

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CUPID’S CURE — jake sim

synopsis. as the new admins of cupid’s corner, gunwook and eunchae make it their mission to get back some of the couples that jungwon’s girlfriend had unintentionally broken up. one of the couples on their list are you and jake sim, also known as the self proclaimed “rizzler of oz”. you haven’t talked to jake since the breakup — because one, you don’t think you’re quite over him yet, and two, you have zero reason to speak to him! that is, until eunchae works her “magic” — she decides to post a confession (apparently coming from jake himself), saying that he still loves you.

pairing. non-idol jake! x fem! reader

genre. smau, fluff, angst, crack, exes to lovers

warnings. swearing, jakeyn r goofy…, y/n in this smau is NOT the same as cupid’s conflict y/n or cupid’s corner y/n, but they will make appearances

taglist. closed

status. on hold

author’s note. another one of the cupid series! for our very own rizzler of oz😊😊and it’s exes to lovers omg this is my first exes to lovers smau ever 😱😱also ynwon rikiyn and gyuliz r happily together you’ll see more of them… and more HYUNGYEOM!!!!😂😂 okay i hope U enjoy this one ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🔥

PROFILES — bananas in pajamas

ONE — do you still love sim jaeyun? TWO — eunchae saves the day? THREE — rizz god FOUR — ru fairy bread? FIVE — terrordactle SIX — im so sorry sexyaussieguy SEVEN — bro... kiss me EIGHT — not kiss just a lip high five NINE — ##### (roblox rizz) TEN — do u like formula ELEVEN — sexyaussieguy's emo era TWELVE — #ThankYouNichoJu THIRTEEN — what kind of dumb idea is that FOURTEEN — hyungyeom ure crazy! FIFTEEN — cupid comes out of retirement SIXTEEN — you're fired! SEVENTEEN — jungwon is MY god EIGHTEEN — is there hope for jakey/n NINETEEN — so cute… i hate them TWENTY — delusion is a superpower

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 5 months

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Small Talk // Ethan Landry*

request: none

prompts: none

summary: ethan was never one for one night stands, hell he’d never had sex before at all. but after catching your eye at a party, all his inhibitions are thrown out the window.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), one night stand, language, alcohol consumption, ethan being a smidgen of a perv, virgin!ethan, sub!ethan, dom!reader, slight dry humping, ethan being insecure

word count: 4.7k

a/n: fem!reader, no ghostface au

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She's been lookin' at me all night

I'm terrified, I know why, baby

She's got the wrong crazy

Ethan shifted uncomfortably as he became increasingly aware of your gaze on him. All night, he kept seeing you around the party he was reluctantly dragged to, and your eyes were always trained on him. And now, here you were, leaning against the wall with a red plastic cup in hand, staring straight at him. Ethan turned away, his face growing hot from your constant attention.

“We gotta get you out there. Better introduce you to some girls,” Chad said, snapping Ethan out of his internal panic.

“What?”

Chad took Ethan’s confusion as reluctance, and just kept on speaking. “How about them?” he asked, pointing at you. “They’ve been staring at you practically all night. It looks like you might have an admirer.”

Ethan shook his head in disbelief. “What? No! They’re- they’re probably just judging how dorky I look in this,” he said, gesturing to his costume.

Chad rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about man? Look at you, you’re a snack! You’re practically an entire meal on your own!”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, you just gotta get yourself out there. And they already seem interested in you, so go talk to them!”

“No! No- Chad, I can’t!”

Chad ignored Ethan’s protests, and looked over towards you. “Hey! Fairy costume!” Chad said, waving you over.

Oh, I see the moon in her eyes

I'm paralyzed, she's not my baby

She's got the wrong crazy

You walked over to the two of them, raising an eyebrow in either confusion or intrigue, Ethan couldn’t tell. You had this confidence about you that made Ethan’s head spin. You were so sure of yourself, and you carried yourself like you knew you were hot. A teasing smile appeared on your face as you neared.

“You called?” you asked.

Ethan felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at you. You were stunning. Short fluffy purple dress, purple heels that had straps wrapping around your leg and tying at your knee, and small white wings. You had glitter in your hair and wore purple eyeshadow and lipstick. You had almost seemed… magical.

“My friend here, he’s a snack, right?” Chad asked, slapping Ethan on the chest.

Your lips curved up into a smile as you trailed your eyes up and down Ethan. You placed your cup to your lips and tilted your head back, downing the rest of what was in the cup. Then you nodded, which made Ethan’s face turn red.

“Oh, definitely.”

You winked at Ethan before heading off to the kitchen to get a refill.

“See you around, cutie,” you said, looking over your shoulder at him before you disappeared from sight.

Like wolves, we run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire

We're walking on wire, but nothin' feels higher

When I see that look in your eyes

Chad smiled proudly, turning to look at Ethan again. “See? What’d I tell you man? They’re so interested in you!”

Ethan nodded, not entirely listening to what Chad was saying. He was still in a daze. You winked at him and called him cutie, which was too much for his attention deprived brain to handle. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning, and there was only one thought on his mind. You.

“What do I do? Do- do I go after them? I- I’m not sure wh-”

Chad laughed softly, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Calm down, man. Don’t do anything just yet. You’ll see them around again. Wait until they come to you. You don’t want to seem too desperate.”

“But I am desperate.”

“Maybe. But you don’t need to let them know that. The party’s just beginning. Relax. Let loose. Have fun. And sooner or later, you’re gonna run into them again.”

Ethan nodded, taking in Chad’s words. He was right. All Ethan had to do was wait. You seemed interested, and you acted like you wanted to see him again. If you actually were interested in him, you’d come find him again. Hopefully, Ethan would be able to wait that long.

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

Almost an hour passed, and Ethan was getting anxious. Chad had gone upstairs with Tara a few minutes ago for, as he put it, “playtime”. Of course Ethan knew what he had meant by that, but the way Chad phrased it just made him so deeply uncomfortable.

So now, Ethan was standing alone in a corner, still completely sober, his eyes wandering the room looking for you. He so desperately wanted to see you again, to talk to you, to even get your name. Technically, he was hoping for a whole lot more. But he knew that realistically something like that would never happen. Especially not for him. And definitely not when it was you.

Yet, he still couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you carried yourself, how you looked in that dress, the way you seemed to sparkle under the LED lights taped to the ceiling. What he wouldn’t give for a chance with you. He barely even knew you, and yet he wanted you more than he’s ever wanted someone before.

He longed to hold your hand, to kiss your lips, and to kiss… other places. He wanted to run his fingers over your delicate skin, touching your most intimate places and making you fall apart at his own doing. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what you were wearing under your dress. Did it match your costume like everything else you wore did? Were you even wearing anything underneath it at all? It took all his self restraint to not get hard at just the mere thought of you.

And then, the most incredible thing happened. You walked into the room, and you were walking straight towards Ethan.

Turn around, she walkin' to me

I can't believe she's not my baby

Won't someone come save me?

Ethan’s eyes widened a bit and he stood up straighter, trying not to appear as small as he felt. You had a small smile on your face and a playful glint in your eyes. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. This had to be a dream. Or a joke. He just couldn’t rationalize how someone as beautiful as you could even spare someone like him a second glance. And yet, here you were, standing in front of him, without a single hint of malice in your being.

“I never caught your name.”

“Wh-what?” Ethan asked, cursing himself for stuttering and appearing like a fool.

“Your name?” you repeated, still smiling sweetly.

“Oh! Uhm, it’s Ethan,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly.

“Nice to meet you, Ethan. I’m y/n.”

“Wow,” he said, his eyes widening in horror immediately after.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound making Ethan’s heart soar. It didn’t sound ill-intentioned, rather it seemed you were laughing with him, even though he hadn’t said anything funny.

“Uh- I- I meant that uh-... y/n is a really pretty name,” he said, trying to fix the situation despite the fact that it hadn’t been ruined in the first place.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, and Ethan felt dizzy at the sight. He had made you smile, and knowing that made him feel like he was floating.

“I- I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but why have you been staring at me all night?” Ethan asked, somehow gaining a very small boost of confidence.

“You’re cute. Plus I like your costume. It’s from Murder Party, right?”

Ethan’s jaw practically dropped when he heard your words. “You- you’ve seen it?!”

You nodded, an amused giggle spilling from your lips. “Yeah! Only like once or twice. Not my favorite horror movie, but it was still pretty good.”

If Ethan was infatuated with you before, he was full on head-over-heels in love with you now. Not only were you absolutely stunning, willingly talking to him, and extremely nice, but you had also seen his favorite movie of all time and liked it! He hadn’t even met another person who’s seen Murder Party before, let alone enjoyed it. You were unlike any person that he had ever met before, and he couldn’t wait to know more.

Oh, you see the fool in my mind

Can't run and hide with your stare on me

Look what you're doing to me

“Look, I don’t wanna be too forward, but would you wanna come upstairs with me?” you asked, the slight bit of innocence in your eyes disappearing.

“Wh-what…?” Ethan said, his face lighting up red and his ability to breathe becoming increasingly more difficult.

“You can’t be so oblivious that you haven’t seen how I’ve been looking at you, right? And I’ve seen the way you’re looking at me, not to mention you’ve been staring at my tits for the past few minutes.”

Ethan somehow turned even more red. “What? No- no I wasn’t. I- I swear-”

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind,” you smiled teasingly. “Clearly, you want me and I’ve been very obvious about my attraction towards you. So, why don’t we go do something about it?”

Ethan was in complete disbelief. “Are- are you sure? I mean, are you sure you want me? I’m… I’m nothing special. There’s so many better guys here that you could easily get. Why would you want… me?”

“I don’t want any other guys. Right now, I want you. If you’re not interested, don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again. But if you are… I’m gonna show you the best time of your life. So what’s it gonna be, cutie?”

I wanna run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire

We're walking on wire, but nothin' feels higher

When I see that look in your eyes

After a few moments of complete shock, Ethan nodded in agreement. You smiled and reached out to grab his hand, walking over to the staircase and leading him behind you. He was shaking a bit and his heart was almost beating out of his chest. He was so nervous he could barely form words. But he’d also never been this excited before.

He felt time stop when you touched his hand. And the way you were looking at him, he could barely control himself. He could already feel his throbbing erection straining against the confines of his jeans. Part of him didn’t think this was real. That he was actually about to lose his virginity in a bedroom at a frat party to the hottest person he’s ever seen. It felt like straight out of a wet dream.

But as you pulled him into an empty bedroom and locked the door before dragging him over to the bed and pushing him to sit on it, he was pulled back to reality. This was actually happening. You were actually here. You were real.

You placed your hand on his cheek, or rather against his cardboard helmet, guiding him to look up at you. “Hey, are you alright? You look a bit freaked. It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind. I don’t want you to feel pressured into something you don’t want to do.”

Ethan quickly shook his head. “No, I do want to do this. Trust me, I really do. It’s just…”

You tilted your head in confusion when he trailed off. “Just what?”

The question made Ethan tense up, making him appear even more nervous. But he couldn’t see a way around it, so he squeezed his eyes shut and just blurted it out. “I’m a virgin.”

“Oh,” you said, with almost no tone in your voice.

Ethan was too scared to open his eyes, worried he’d see disgust. Or worse, what if you laughed at him? He felt the presence of your hand move away from the side of his face and his heart sank. Great. His only opportunity to be with someone and he blew it. But then he felt his cardboard helmet being gently lifted off of his head. And he opened his eyes.

You placed the helmet down on the bedside table, being careful not to damage it. For some reason, Ethan felt his heart warm at the sight of you being so gentle with it. When you turned to face him again, Ethan felt immediate relief when he was met with the same kindness and warmth you held in your eyes.

“That’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s entirely up to you.”

“No, I do want this. I’m just nervous. What if I mess up? I don’t want it to be bad for you.”

You smiled softly. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll take the lead. You don’t need to do anything except sit there and look pretty, which you’re already doing.”

Ethan’s face flushed at being called pretty. He nodded slowly as you spoke, eventually becoming a slight bit less nervous.

“Good. And if you ever change your mind and want to stop, just let me know and I will. No questions asked.”

Ethan nodded again, and you smiled down at him. Carefully, you removed each piece of cardboard armor from him, placing them in a small pile on the floor next to the dresser. You slid off your fairy wings before walking back over to him, settling yourself in his lap. You could feel how hard he was underneath you, causing you to smirk down at him.

“Just relax baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning closer to him. You felt his hands near your waist, hesitating to actually touch you. You smiled, moving closer to whisper in his ear.

“It’s okay, baby. You can touch me.”

Gently, almost as if he was scared to break you, he rested his hands on your waist. You shifted your weight to rest more comfortably in his lap, brushing over his painfully hard cock during your movements. Ethan gasped at the feeling, his eyes growing wide as he looked up at you. He looked so desperate, his eyes almost pleading you for more. And who were you to deny such a pretty boy?

You leaned in, connecting your lips with his. He whined softly at the feeling, attempting to kiss you back. His lips were sloppy and uncoordinated, his inexperience shining through. But you didn’t mind. His eagerness to kiss you made you ignore the way he seemed to have no idea what to do. You ground your hips down against his own, a strangled noise slipping from his lips.

With his lips slightly parted, you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Ethan gasped, slightly taken aback by your actions, but he allowed you to do so nonetheless. He attempted to copy your movements, his tongue meeting with yours, dancing together in such a way that made his mind grow fuzzy.

You pulled away just a bit, biting his bottom lip lightly, before moving back completely. Ethan whimpered at the feeling, the sting from your bite making the pleasure growing deep inside of him all the more prominent.

“Please,” he whispered, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Please what, baby? Gotta tell me what you want,” you replied, a teasing tone in your voice.

“I- I don’t know. I want more. I want you. I- I just- please,” Ethan rambled out, the fuzzy feeling in his mind making it all the more difficult to speak.

You smiled down at him, enjoying the view of him being so completely out of it, and all because of you. Just kissing him had already reduced him to a stuttering, bumbling mess. He looked so very desperate for you, and you felt your pussy throb at the sight.

Just say nothing

Oh, oh, small talk

Just say nothing

Oh, no

Normally, when you had hookups you just fucked and left. No foreplay, no aftercare, just the primal desire to feel good without a care in the slightest about the other person. You had always liked it that way, no strings attached. No feelings. But with Ethan, things were different.

Something about him just drew you in, made you want to know more. Everything about him was mesmerizing, and you never wanted this night to end. So you were going to take your time with him, savor the experience. Not to mention, it was his first time. And you wanted it to be memorable for him. You wanted him to enjoy it.

Pulling him closer, you leaned down to press kisses to his neck and jaw. Your purple lipstick stained his pale, untainted skin. He shivered underneath you, small whimpers and whines of pleasure falling from his lips. You trailed your lips over his delicate skin until you found the spot that really made him squirm. You focused your lips on that spot, sucking harshly, causing his back to arch and a borderline pornographic moan to spill from his not-so innocent mouth.

“Holy- fuck! Oh my- oh my god! I- I,” Ethan rambled, his words slurred from his constant moans and whimpers.

You pulled off with a slight “pop”, a dark reddish-purple bruise on his neck. Your lipstick was now smeared all over your lips and chin, most of it having already rubbed off on Ethan’s lips and neck. His eyes were wide and unfocused, a slight dazed look on his face.

“Such pretty noises, baby.”

Ethan’s face flushed. He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. Smiling, you reached forward and grabbed the hem of his shirt, waiting for him to nod before you pulled it off his body. You tossed it aside, turning your attention back towards him, your eyes widening as you looked him over. Ethan looked away nervously, thinking your gaze was one of judgment, and he brought his arms up to cover himself.

“I- I know I’m not that good looking or whatever. It’s- it’s fine if you don’t want to-”

You silenced Ethan by placing a finger against his lips. “You’re absolutely stunning baby. Don’t ever think anything less.”

He looked a bit shocked, but nodded anyway. You moved off his lap and gently pushed him back to lie on the bed. Ethan got the message, moving to lay down in the middle of the bed. You crawled over to him, kneeling in between his legs. You grabbed his hands and tried to move his arms out of the way.

“C’mon. Let me see you. Please?” you asked gently.

Hesitantly, Ethan nodded. He let you move his arms away and he squirmed under your gaze as you admired him. You leaned forward, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, stopping to run your tongue over his abs. His breath hitched at the sudden feeling of your tongue on his skin, his hands gripping the sheets tightly to ground himself.

Like wolves, we run wild, let passion get too much

Let ourselves get burned by the fire, yeah

You sat back up, placing your hands on his belt.

“Poor baby, you’re so hard. It must be so painful being confined by your jeans. Let me help you baby?”

You posed it as a question, giving him another chance to opt out if he felt this was all too much for him. He nodded, telling you it was okay, and you smiled to yourself. Of course you would’ve stopped if he wanted you to, but you would’ve been gravely disappointed.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, sliding his pants down off his legs. His hard cock being covered by nothing except his boxers, a prominent precum stain on the front. You hadn’t really gotten a good look before, but even slightly covered you could tell he was big. Really big. You felt your mouth water and your pussy clench at the thought of having him inside you.

You reached forward, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, before his hands shot out to stop you.

“Wait!”

You pulled back immediately, looking a bit concerned. “Is something wrong? Do you want me to stop?”

Ethan shook his head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just- I wanna see you…” His face flushed an even darker red as the words left his mouth.

You smiled down at him teasingly, and you reached behind you to begin unzipping your dress.

“Of course baby,” you said, slipping your dress off and tossing it aside.

Ethan blushed harder, if that was even possible, as he looked up at you in awe. You hadn’t been wearing a bra under your dress, and the only thing left on your body was a purple lacy thong that hardly left anything to the imagination. He almost seemed entranced by you, unable to look away from your body, his eyes practically trained on your tits.

“Is that better, baby?” you asked, a confident smile growing on your face from his reaction.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, his pupils growing larger as he continued to stare at you.

Ethan must’ve really been in a trance, because he didn’t even realize that you had stripped him of his boxers until your tongue was trailing up his cock. He moaned loudly, his back arching at the unfamiliar feeling. Before you, the only thing he had felt on his cock was his own hand. He had never experienced something quite like this before. And it was amazing.

You took his impressive length into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, stopping every once in a while to swirl your tongue over the head. You kept your eyes up, gaze trained on him, enjoying the expressions of pleasure and downright filthy moans he was making. His hand started moving around desperately, as if trying to find something. When you realized he wanted to hold your hand, your heart melted at the sight, and you reached your hand forward, intertwining your fingers with his.

You continued your movements, the taste of the precum leaking from his tip making you moan. Ethan whimpered at the sudden vibrations around his cock, causing his hips to buck up, shoving himself further down your throat and making you gag. He was about to apologize when you moaned again, causing him to thrust his hips up all over again.

“Oh my- oh my god! I- this is- fuck! So fucking good…” Ethan blabbered, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release.

“Fuck! Oh my god! I’m gonna cum! I- I’m gonna fucking cum!” Ethan whimpered out, his voice growing higher as he neared the edge.

But just before he could finish, you pulled your mouth off of him with a wet pop, precum and saliva dripping down your chin. Ethan looked up at you in confusion, his eyes watering as if he was about to cry.

“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, and you could tell he was nervous.

“Of course not baby. I’d just much rather you finish inside me. Don’t you?”

His mouth gaped open in shock. “Inside? Like- inside inside?”

You laughed softly at his astonishment. “Mhm.”

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You had taken your panties off, and you now straddled Ethan’s lap. He sat up on the bed, resting against the headboard, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You reached down to grab his cock, running the tip through your folds and rubbing it against your clit.

“W-wait! Don’t we need like a condom or something?” Ethan asked, slightly concerned.

“Nope, I’m on the pill. And it’ll feel so much better for you raw,” you said, a breathy sigh leaving your lips as you positioned yourself over his cock, sinking down ever so slightly.

Ethan moaned at the feeling, squeezing your waist even tighter, no doubt bruising the skin underneath his grip. Without even bothering to give him a warning, you slammed down onto his cock completely, wincing at the stretch. You had been so eager to fuck him you might’ve forgotten to prep yourself. Luckily the sting wasn’t too bad considering how wet you were.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, worried from the slight noise of pain you made.

You nodded, being careful to keep yourself still. “Yeah, you’re just really big. I’ve never been with someone this size before.”

Ethan felt a small surge of pride at your words, a smile growing on his face. But quickly fading away when you started moving, causing his mouth to fall open in a whiny moan of pleasure. He tried to speak, but all that came out of his mouth were incoherent whines and slurred babbles.

Your hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin. You threw your head back in a moan and Ethan could barely hold himself together when he saw how ethereal you looked.

“Fuck! S-so big! You’re stretching me out so good baby!”

Ethan’s hips jolted up into you at your words, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling onto his chest. You were entirely unfazed by his actions, your hand tangling in his hair and yanking his head back, encouraging him to continue fucking into you as your lips left marks all over his neck.

Ethan’s movements faltered as he grew closer to his high, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that he definitely bruised the skin underneath. You pulled him into a messy kiss, your tongue dancing against his as you sped up your hips, sending Ethan over the edge.

He let out a broken whimper as he came, his noise muffled by your lips, as he filled you up with rope after rope of his cum. Feeling him release inside you sent you tumbling into your own release, letting out breathy moans against his lips as you creamed on his cock.

Tell me what you want because you know I want it too

Let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room

I've been thinkin' what I'd do when I'm alone with you

Just say nothin', small talk only gets in the way

You went limp against his chest as you caught your breath, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Ethan’s hands kept their tight grip on your hips as he leaned back against the pillow, panting as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Ethan said, his voice hoarse from how noisy he had just been.

You smirked as you lifted your head to look at him. “Better than your hand, I take it?”

He nodded, his face flushing at your words despite what the two of you had done just moments prior. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you lifted yourself off of him, wincing slightly at the feeling of his cock leaving you.

You stood from the bed and began to redress, while Ethan still laid there in a daze. When he finally came to, you had placed his clothes in a pile next to him on the bed and you were heading over to the door.

“W-wait! Where’re you going?” Ethan called out, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

You turned and smiled at him, the action making his heart flutter.

“I’m heading back downstairs. But maybe I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Ethan nodded and you left without another word. He felt a twinge of pain in his heart after you left, but he knew one thing for sure. Someday, he was definitely going to see you again.

Just say nothing, oh, oh

Oh, oh, small talk (If you want it)

Just say nothing (You can have it, yeah)

Oh, no, small talk

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In Which Space Orcs are Men

[AO3] A "what if humans are space orcs" take on Dagor Dagorath. (Aka the prophecied apocalypse of Middle Earth. Scifi story accessible to non-LotR nerds!)

Elves weren't really supposed to leave Earth. That's what they told us—the Elves, that is, told people thousands of years ago, when Elves could still be found here and there. When I was born, elves were nearly as much a fairy tale as they’d been on Ancient Earth.

Elves weren't supposed to leave Earth, the Elves said in the fairy tales, and in a few old scraps of records scattered around known space. They literally weren't made for it. They could only do it if they brought Earth with them—Arda they called it, leaves or dirt, water or a rare bubble of air, perfectly preserved in a white crystal. There are tons of tales about Elves losing their lifeline jewels—their hearts, their silimirs—and roping people into epic quests to get them back before they—the Elf—faded to nothingness.

Even the jewels weren't enough, though. That's why there are also stories about Elves who fell in love with a person or a place and stayed there until they faded, or Elves who charmed someone into following them back to Fairyland on Earth...because whatever they said, Elves didn't really live on Earth. Humans have maintained their home planet as a monitored nature reserve since like the 40th century, open only to vetted research teams and serious Human religious pilgrimages. The most confirmed accounts of Elves that exist are of their ships appearing out of nowhere, with no trace of any tech that would enable it, at random, always-changing points within 100 miles or so of Earth.

Nobody ever came back from trying to follow Elves home. Mostly Elves tried to dissuade people from trying. But there are always crazy and curious people—and Elves usually attracted those, because any Elf who left the home they were "made" for was usually crazy and curious themselves.

Those were the stories I grew up with. There was a cave near the orphans' creche which was supposed to be haunted by a faded Elf. I didn't really believe it—like I said, the last confirmed Elf was last seen like 5,000 years ago, and not even on my planet. People have met two dozen new sentient races since then. We've discovered that reincarnation is probably real (just functionally untrackable), prompting the Pan-Religious Reform Wars. The last person to see a live Elf was still traveling via natural wormholes—they literally didn't know that you could loop pi.

When the Human natal sun started to turn really red, it wasn’t that big a deal at first. It’s a very important, very sad event for any species, but it happens to everyone eventually. It happened to the Hectort just after we invented interstellar flight. There were some unusual gravatic waves around Earth’s Sol, but nothing worth noting to anyone who didn’t already care for personal reasons.

Then the Elves sent us a message.

The local Parks Service picked it up, of course. I bet the Humans meant to hush it up at first—though the Centaurian government still won’t admit anything—but someone leaked it immediately on the intergalactic net. It should’ve only been famous as a joke of a hoax, but…

It was basically just a metal box with rudimentary fire-thrusters soldered on the sides. It contained two things. The first was a recording/replaying device so antiquated that the only way they got it working is that it was already playing on loop, and didn’t stop until someone disconnected it from its power source.

The message was in Ancient Bouban, which some folklorist soon announced is the latest language an Elf could know, since the last known Elf went back to “Arda.” The voice somehow sounded melodic to every species with a concept of music, from the screeching Vesarians to the deep-sea sub-sonic Thinkers, even when translated through cheap, staticky speakers. And to most species, the speaker was audibly distraught.

They said,

This is the final message from the Firstborn of Eru to the Secondborn, and everyone else. The Battle of Battles has come, and we…are losing. If there are any who remember the ancient love and loyalty which bound our peoples, if there are any heirs remaining of Thargalax the Magnificent, of Nine-Fingered Frodo, of the noble Houses of Haleth, Hador and Beor—

The speaker drew a sharp breath, there.

—by great oaths and greater friendship I bid you now to raise your swords and ride to our aid. Ride as swiftly as you can!

We will hold for another year. We will, they said determinedly. After that, it is unlikely that…

Another, shakier breath. A smile forced into a voice which would rather weep.

Fëanáro and Nienna believe there is a way to destroy the Straight Road. If we must, if it comes to it, we will do so, and trap the First Enemy here in this dying world with us. Though I don’t know about—

Hair-aristocrat! a more distant, slightly less perfectly melodious voice called, in a language so dead that they needed computers to decode it. The walls are falling, we need to go!

If you never hear from us again, and no sudden discord arises among you, you will know we succeeded, the first speaker said quickly. If otherwise…I am sorry. Either way, I bid you all only, remember us! Oh beautiful flames, remember us, as we have ever remembered y—

There was a sudden screech of tearing metal, a defiant, musical battle-cry, and a jarring silence. Then the message restarted.

And that wasn’t even the strangest thing in the box. The strangest thing was the recorder’s power source, which was powering the whole tiny rocket mechanism as well. It was an Elf-jewel right out of a fairy tale, a fist-sized, translucent not-quite-diamond—but instead of rock or water or a much-loved scrap of plant, the only thing it held was light.

...Kind of. It isn’t normal light. It arguably isn’t light at all, as we know it—scientists now think it’s technically some sort of plasmoid aether, except it only acts like a plasmoid aether about half the time.

It has no detectable source within the jewel. It fully illuminates whatever space it’s in, no matter how big. Its visible radiation is a frequency, the scientists say, that matches a hyper-accelerated version of what the universe must’ve sounded like in the split second after the Big Bang.

It makes people remember things, when they see it in person or sometimes even across a holo. Some remember a similar light in a strange traveler’s eyes. Others, dreamily enchanted valleys where spring never faded, or tall castles, bright swords, and stern and glorious lords and ladies. And some of us got hit with a whole lifetime of memories in one go: an identical gem on the brow of a sober forest king, friends who slipped through trees like shadows save for their merry laughter, an impossibly beautiful gold-haired maiden dancing in a glittering cavern...

(And all the pain and loss that came with them.)

And some people just remember the sight of a distant star—in another world, in another lifetime.

Reincarnation was provable but untraceable…until now.

The Thinker ambassador on Astrolax Station 5 was the first to kick up a fuss. Most Thinkers never leave their home planet, they're too huge and aquatic. But like I said, there's always crazy and curious people. The ambassador started bellowing the second che heard the message, without even seeing the light, because, "I know him! My Wisdom! We must send aid!" That made some news, and random other people shared their own, less dramatic revelations, and soon a compilation swept the net with timestamps showing that most of them were organically independent, not just jumping on the bandwagon….

Even that might've gotten written off intergalactically. The Thinkers are big in reincarnationist circles, on account of how they claim that deep in their planetary ocean they can hear echoes of their past lives. But being mostly planet-bound means they're not really influential on a big political level. Or it would've sparked another surge of the Reform Wars, and everybody would've remembered the rock, but not the recording. Or there would’ve been a fight over this potentially infinite energy source (though that is so last giga-annum)….

But first it was shown in person to the current Director of the Admiralty of the Astral Alliance, President of the X-ee Empire and Matron of the House of S,sh, Ch’ees/i’i S,sh. I was actually there—I was Captain of her ceremonial Alliance guards, in a last-ditch attempt to salvage my career after Zanzibus. Very ceremonial, considering the X-eee have laser-proof shells and pincers and I have, what, opposable thumbs? Vestigial tusks?

I wasn’t paying attention at first, too busy being suddenly assaulted by all my own memories. So I missed the President freezing mid-step and gasping (in X-eee), “Mother.” I also missed her rising alarm call of an attempt to speak Ancient Elvish without an Elvish tongue or lips.

I sure didn’t miss her snap back to X-eee for a sharp call to attention, and everything that followed: the call to arms! The rousing of the Alliance! A tour of the galaxy, to find anyone and everyone else in whom the Light could awaken ancient memories! And for the love of X'eeh, why had nobody figured out how to get back to Fairyland with this thing yet, and every warship in the quadrant?!

If I believed in the One Behind, or in any other creator god or gods—I'm not saying I do, but if I did, if there really is something out there all-powerful and all-kind—then it'd be because out of every soul in the entire universe, the probably one in the best position to act on the Elves' message turned out to have, from a past life, two parents and a much-loved twin still in Fairyland. Like, that's insane, right?

I stayed with the Director's ceremonial guards for the whole tour, actually more than ceremonial for once—it was the weirdest mission of my life, and I've been on a lot of weird missions. Or supposedly routine missions that got weird (and usually disastrous). My friends joke that I'm cursed. S,sh requisitioned an Inquiry-class ship, so the science boffins could study the Light and jewel along the way, and we started wormholing at weft speed, hitting a new planet every week. Sometimes every day. In each major spaceport and ground-city, S,sh stood with the jewel on the highest available point and gave a recruitment speech for going to save the Elves and fight the oldest enemy of all reality.

Honestly, it seemed a little redundant? The Astral Alliance was made for this sort of rescue mission (and for escorting trade convoys). But I was...if not happy, then sure as hell more self-certain with my ancient memories restored, and most people who joined up seemed to agree. It was mostly people who remembered, when exposed to the Light, who joined—so before long, we had a whole tag-along trail of mostly civilian ships, trying to get up to Alliance Fleet standard on the road in less than a year.

Three different religious sects tried to kill S,sh for "profaning the mysteries." Five others tried to steal the jewel because we were apparently appropriating a holy object. The boffins announced that, bar the can't-prove-a-negative possibility, the evidently sourceless Light should be counted as an infinite energy source, and at least seven different groups, ruthless financiers and sustainability idealists, immediately tried to steal it for that. And I still don't know what the rival thief-queens of Likkiliani were about, except that I got tied up upside-down from a palmdar tree for two hours trying to stop one, the other paid me 700 cron then threw me off a cliff, and in the end they recognized each other from past lives and just made out on worldwide live-holo before joining our growing fleet.

It turned out they were the Director's past life's great-grandparents, and a Canid pop princess was her niece. The Thinker ambassador was some sort of ancestor, too. Crazy extended family.

Most people who remember just remember the sight of a star in the sky. A buddy of mine from Fleet Academy remembered looking up at it as a Human sailor. The historians—and you’d better bet we picked up some Earther historians on this mission as well!—say this jewel or one like it was probably astrologically conflated with the planet Venus by early Humans.

(The more time I spent around the jewel, the Silmaril, the more I remembered, of my first life and more. Lifetime after lifetime with bad luck dogging my steps, killing loved ones in my arms, destroying cities I was supposed to save… One restless, haunted night, I met a Rigilic in the cafeteria who’d been awake with some of the same nightmares, who’d been my dead older sister once.)

The tour was cut short when word came from the Earth system that there was a black hole growing in the center of their reddening sun.

No, the sun wasn’t compressing into a black hole millennia ahead of schedule—one had just spontaneously manifested within it, like it’d teleported in. No, not literally—that was impossible. We were pretty sure. No, the sun wasn’t falling into it…somehow. Yet. The black hole was only 17 quectometers wide, but it was growing at an erratic but unceasing rate. If their best estimation of the pattern held, it would consume the sun 2 months before the Elves’ deadline, and the Earth 4 to 950 minutes later.

We pulled back to Earth—well, to the dwarf planet Eros, on the edges of Earth’s star system. That’s where the nearest shipyard of any note was, and we were gathering the whole Astral Alliance. This is exactly the sort of thing the Alliance is for.

I was released back to ship duty. Zanzibus was still a black mark on my record, as was Jorab, and really everything on the AAS Endeavor…and that thing in third year of Fleet Academy… But no matter how bad my curse, I was an experienced captain and one of the best pilots in the Alliance. For this, we needed all the best.

The boffins had pretty quickly mastered limited manipulation of the Light, using modified aetheric resonators, and every day they came up with something new for us to test. They focused the Light into a laser cannon like no one has seen before. They laced it through plasma shields until a fully shielded ship glowed like a distant star. They managed to nearly replicate the Silmaril’s crystalline structure, so they could make “copies” that shone like the original for first a few hours; then, with refinement, a full week…

The one thing they couldn’t pin down with any real confidence was how to get to Fairyland. The frequency of the Light resonated with large bodies of Earther saltwater in a particular way, and models suggested that if the Light source moved horizontally along the water within a certain range of distance and velocity, the resonance would create a wormhole-like ripple in space—but wormhole-like, was the key word, and models suggested. The closest anyone had seen to that spatial distortion was in a logbook of dubious veracity from the Delta Quadrant, four hundred years ago. Alteia, my Academy buddy who’d been a Human sailor, took the Silmaril in an M-wing on a series of highly monitored test flights above the Atlantic Ocean, and space did repeatedly start to hollow in front of bom—so bo had to stop every time, rather than risk vanishing with our single, maybe-one-way ticket.

Then Earth’s moon stopped shining in the sky. Its albedo just dropped nearly to zero, from one night to the next. There was nothing wrong that anyone could figure out—nothing with the orbit, nothing with the surface rock, nothing with the artificial atmosphere. Inhabitants reported feeling colder by several degrees, but no measuring equipment recorded anything.

The black hole slightly off-center in the middle of Sol was now 844.9 zeptometers, and growing more steadily.

We didn’t have time to keep testing. We needed to raise our swords and make our ride, even if we only got one shot at it.

I was given command, for seniority, skill, and because I was the one who managed to talk S,sh out of leading the fleet herself. (If my lives had taught me anything, it was the importance of having someone, anyone, ready to be emergency backup.) Ironically, I was back on the Endeavor, with most of my old crew—though we got permission to rename the ship, in honor of the mission. A lot of people did. Alteia was now commanding the AAS Elendil on my right flank, star-friend in Ancient Elvish. That Canid pop princess had taken over a hospital ship and renamed it Rivendell. An Earth Park Ranger, of all things, remembered being my dad—briefly—and he was leading the Rangers plus my Rigilic drinking buddy on the EPSS Elfsheen.

We weren’t sure if any ship but the one with the Silmaril would get through. The fleet numbered in the hundreds in battleships alone, not counting scouts and scuttlers. Twelve races had sent ships on top of their typical Alliance Fleet tithe, and S,sh had brought about half the full force of the X-ee Empire. We all just locked tractor beams and hoped.

I was piloting as well as captaining, with the Silmaril between my forehorns. It was held in place by about a dozen wires and other connectors to the ship, like an old-timey pilot’s headset. We took off in orbit around Earth, as close as possible to the surface—not very close, in warships of Class S and higher, but within range of the oceanic resonance. A Likkilianian thief-queen stood at my shoulder, ready to advise if anything “Musical” started to happen.

Think about what you’re trying to get to, and why, the boffins had advised, so I did—bright-eyed kings and dancing maidens; lost friends, families, cities, planets and all. The jewel got warmer against my skin and shone brighter with every pulse of the engine, brighter than we should’ve been able to see through.

The silver-gold Light twisted and diffused as space did around us. But there was no familiar rippling wormhole boundary—instead, spacetime thinned to a curtain like driving rain, like Vesarian silver-glass.

A ghost appeared next to me. She looked like the oldest, grumpiest writing teacher at the crèche, though I knew that was only in my head.

“There you are,” she said, impatient and relieved like I’d been hiding in the sandbox again, rather than coming to class on time. Her sewing scissors went snip snip snip as she darted them around my body—and a chain on my soul faded into guiding threads.

Before she’d even disappeared again, I punched the engine and blasted through the silver-glass curtain.

Fairy tales said there’d be a peerlessly beautiful land on the other side, green with eternal spring, full of endless light and laughter. They said there’d be sunlit shores and shimmering waves, with welcoming docks for sea-ships, sky-ships and space-ships all…

We flew into the worst battlefield I’d ever seen, in any lifetime. It was more desperately vicious than Jerusalem V at the height of the Reform Wars, more ruined than Glaurung’s wake, more desolate than Zanzibus after the nuclears fell.

Either a massive supercontinent or a small moon had been shattered, leaving nothing but a roiling debris field. The brand-new meteoroids ranged from pebbles to rocks the size of a small space station, and included space-frozen corpses, forests, and what might have once been city blocks.

I gave the helm back to my Pilot Officer—zer had, I can admit, slightly better reflexes for dodging debris—and focused on captaining.

Most of the life signs were clinging to the larger rocks. There shouldn’t have been atmosphere for them, but walls of thunderstorm wrapped around every shard with even a single life sign—wind and water desperately hand in hand to safeguard the last of the Elves. The only thing visible through the impossible storms was the Light of a second Silmaril, on a meteoroid shaped like half a broken eggshell.

A corpse lay at the epicenter of the explosion—what might’ve been a corpse, if it wasn’t also shattered. The broken pieces of a massive stone humanoid, taller than my ship if it’d stood beside her, still bleeding lava so hot that it burned even in frozen space. Another titan knelt at the shards of its head, a figure of towering bark and leaves, wailing with grief even worse than the end of the world.

A slimmer tree-woman stood with one hand on her shoulder, comforting, and the other wielding a skyscraper-sized club spiked with incandescent wildflowers. Guarding her sister’s heartbreak, she fended off a swarm of bat-sized monsters with wings of darkness and whips of flame.

Bat-sized relative to the gods of Elves and ancient Humans. About the size of an M-wing, in flight.

Countless more of the bat-things flung themselves at the storm-bubbles, like carnivores chasing the prey hidden inside. They were fended off by an equal army of creatures with wings of light and swords of lightning, led by a towering figure who seemed to dance from one bloody battle to the next.

The biggest battle by far was the farthest away, over where the sun had been. In this dimension of stories over science, Sol was another woman-shape, smaller than the others but burning just as brightly as her star. Also just as blood-red. The light was centered on a fist she kept clenched at her chest, and instead of containing the black hole, the unseeable thing that it was here surrounded her, striking at her with a thousand hungry jaws and grasping legs, and she had only a one-handed whip of a solar flare to fend it off—

But she didn’t fight alone. A warrior tore at the Darkness’s spidery limbs with his fists, image on the cameras flickering impossibly between every hero I’d ever heard of. A snarling figure bit at it with jagged teeth, gored it with horns, shredded it with claws and talons, and generally made every ancient prey-instinct in me scream. And a queen with a crown of stars, a shield like the night sky and a sword like a streaking comet, stood dauntlessly at the sun-holder’s side.

With all that, and with the speed of even her most exhausted strikes, I thought the sun-holder could probably have gotten away if she’d tried. But I knew how a person fought when they weren’t willing to leave a friend, and a smaller, silver figure lay at her feet, unmoving and drained of light.

But even the battle for the sun wasn’t what grabbed my eye. No—all my attention, all my guiding threads of fate and the quick temper that always used to get me in trouble, before (and sometimes after) I learned to leash it in an Alliance uniform— All of that took me straight to the fight happening orthogonal to the stone giant’s corpse.

It was another one-versus-many. Morgoth, the First Enemy of Elves and Men— Master of Lies, Maker of Chains, Sonofabitch Curser of Bloodlines—towered over even his fellow gods. His shape changed constantly, sickeningly, but it was always black-armored with eyes like dying stars that hated you personally. His maul dripped with lava and every other kind of blood.

He fought against three great gray figures who moved as one. The tallest wielded a star-studded scythe with swift, efficient strokes, and wore the dark gray of corpse-shrouds. The shortest shimmered with more colors than even a Stamotapadon could dream of, and his weapon shifted likewise. The third was the clear, clean gray of skies after rain or tears run dry, and fought with only a shield—and hit harder with it than either of her brothers.

Around their heads darted the only Elves on the battlefield, in small fliers more like sea-ships than aircraft. But they moved fluidly, pestering the Dark Lord like flies, pricking his skin and threatening his burning eyes.

Until Morgoth swung his maul with a roar of fury that traveled even though soundless space. My ship and heart both shuddered. The gray gods all staggered back, and the Elves fell from the no-longer-sky—all but their leader, more fire than flesh, who wore the third Silmaril. Morgoth caught him in one massive black hand and with sharp claws plucked the jewel away, as easily as a ripe berry from a tree—

“All power to fore-cannon and fire,” I ordered—and the jewel on my brow shone bright again as several stored months’ worth of infinite Silmaril-Light slammed into Morgoth’s chest with all the force that the best scientists in the Astral Alliance could engineer.

He stumbled. He dropped both the jewel and the elf-king (who’d been trying to bite him). The Lady of Mercy tossed her shield to catch them, staying low and out of sight—though she needn’t have bothered. The so-called “Lord of All” had already found his next enemy.

“All ships, move forward and join shields,” I ordered, and met his burning stare though the viewscreen. “Then broadcast me on all external frequencies.”

The wires on my forehead shimmered as we shifted Light-flow to the shields—and to my right, so did the Elendil, and to my left, the Cosmian Blade, and all around us the Minas Tirith, the Elfsheen, the Muse, the Rivendell, the Heart of Zanzi, the Longbottom Leaf… They were still soaring out of the silvery distortion behind me, tractor- and Silmaril-towed: sleek Rigilic eels-of-prey and Centaurian cruisers full of Humans eager to fight for their homeworld, Betan mine-ships and Canid X-M-wings and my own Hectoan starlighters, a full third of the X-ee navy with their X-eee–shaped six-engine dreadnoughts, and hundreds more.

“This is Captain Pel Cinia, once Túrin Turambar, of the Astral Alliance ship Gurthang,” I said. My words were broadcast from every ship on every frequency in every language that the people of Arda might know, as the Fleet assembled from forty-plus different worlds flew into position. Our Light-infused shields blazed and locked together, until we formed a seamless wall right in the Enemy’s face, with the Elves and their other allies safely behind us.

I’ve never felt more proud to recite the most cliché line in the Fleet:

“We got your distress call. We’re here to help.”

#the silmarillion #science fiction #humans are space orcs #fanfiction #my fic #dagor dagorath #not tagging characters bc spoilers (they're listed at the end of the ao3 though)

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mentalisill · 3 months

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Ranking every Life Series Member based on how much I could beat them in a fistfight to the death (But I'm overconfident)

Characters not Content creators because I think I would be able to beat up most of the ccs and always winning isn't any fun

Also: I'm basing this off of when they were most insane, so like Griand and Joel when they were red in LL and Pearl in DL, if they haven't gone batshit crazy then whoopsies their loss

Lizzie - I say fairies aren't real and she explodes easy

Etho Slab - I do not think for the life of me that Etho Slab would be able to defend himself against anyone

Mumbo - I don't think I need to explain this one

Martyn In Thy Littlewood - pussy queen cry baby wet cat man I would Punch him and he'd run away to Rendog crying, but also if he gets possessed by the watchers or whatever that as in LimLife I'm dead but I think I could beat him before that happens

Joel Smallishbeans - All I have to do is call him short and he crumbles, although it might take me a few punches to get him down

Jimmy Solidarity - Doomed by the narrative lil canary man

Impulse - You see, you would think "oh impulse is tall and broad he would beat you in a fight" NO! I'll bite his ankles!!!!!!!

Bdubs - He's sneaky!!!! He's my fave!!!!!! he's so amazing!!!!!!! but I would be able to beat him he might've killed the end dragon but he can't kill me

Scott Smajor - Now, this one is tricky, I think I'd be able to beat Scott but I have a fragile ego so if he insults me too much I'll start sobbing

Cleorrrr - I wouldn't be able to hit her at all nope she'd win

Tango - a cheeky fella, has fire hair, I would put up a good fight but since its a fistfight and I don't have a weapon or armor I'm getting cooked alive

Grian - He'd beat me up while making fun of me :(((((((( I'd be on the floor sobbing and it wouldn't be no "I'm sorry!!!!! Scar!!!!! No!!!!" moment no. I'd be crying and he would LAUGH! But if we also take into account WATCHER GRIAN??????? FUCK THAT NOPE IM DEAD

Pearl - She'd kill me no doubt in my mind I am NOT winning this

Scar - He'd swindle me to death ????????? also he's buff

Gem - Uh huh yeah okay no I'm not winning???? No????? I'm just???? not?????? Not only would she kill me but she'd insult me while doing so

BigB, Skizz, Ren - I wouldn't have it in my heart to beat any of them actually I think I would try to hit one of them and it would deflect and I'd hit myself instead

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urwifebabes · 1 month

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A/N: hi! it’s me again, please like and request! nothing is too much or too crazy and I mean ANYTHING. I love ya, sweets, have a good day.

“Heretics.”

Relationships: catnap x player!reader x Dogday 🔞

Warnings: degradation and smut

you had just found Dogday and he begged you to leave him but you couldn’t.. how could you leave someone you loved so dearly in the past? it broke your heart to see your pretty boy all torn and tortured. before the mini critters could come, you shot the fire bullets(?) in the holes while you unchained him.

As soon as he fell on the ground, you were quick to pick him up and head down the tunnels. the critters were after you both and you ended up falling on your face through a tunnel and Dogday picked up your slack. using his hands, he ran away. when you two got to the escape point, you both worked together so you both could get across, leaving the cute but ruthless critters on the other side.

Dogday let out a whimper before you could finish. you were fixing him up. making sure to be extra sweet to everything you touched, only being firm when you absolutely needed to. in no time, he was up and happy, his tail already wagging excitedly. you smiled, happy that your joyful boy was back to himself or atleast a little. his voice.. it was..sexier now? the way he called you Angel had your head reeling.

catnap watched you fix Dogday up from the shadows. he allowed you to do that, he didn’t accept it but maybe he can convince you two that you need to follow his lord and savior, the prototype.

a little later during the game when you two took a little rest and sat down, catnap had came abit closer to hear everything you both said. “I missed you, Angel, so much..” Dogday said as your hand caressed his face (he had been leaning down.) you softly nodded, understandingly. a sudden rush came to you as you kissed Dogday, your mouths fighting for dominance as the kissed deepened progressively.

before long, Dogday had you almost completely naked, before a figure stepped out the shadows. Dogday instantly went to cover your body to shield you away from the prying eyes. but catnap had already seen what he wanted, no needed.

Catnap had kissed Dogday. Dogday tried to fight back but he melted. and before long, the two were making out right in front of you. your pretty pussy was slick at the sight. you couldn’t help feeling a little needy. you had shifted your weight and made a slight sound, Catnap instantly putting Dogday in position.

Catnap had ripped your clothes right off your body, having no other thought than have you and Dogday yearning for his lengthy cock. catnaps tail had already been fucking into dogdays puffy and wet hole. letting you listen to Dogdays panty groans and the little moans he let out as you listened and attempted to praise him.

“you see this? you see how easy I make you two fold, you heretics? stop trying to play hero and come with me.”

Catnap said sternly as he thrusted his cock into you, harshly. you let out a loud scream that you predicted almost all the toys could hear in the factory. catnap fucked you like he was the dog. ruthless and brutal, thinking about his own pleasure. you moaned out and opened your eyes, watching Dogday getting fucking into the floor by catnaps long tail which only heightened your hormones. “awh, lil bitch gets wet off seeing puppy fucked, hm?”

You could only moan and cry out each time his hips slammed onto your behind. before long, catnap had you both cumming with a loud scream. he chuckled as he fixed himself before he walked back in the shadows. you both knew he wasn’t really gone. he was never really gone so you both felt content in passing out right then and there.

A/N: hi! I made this for @2faced-fairy since they have writers block and a lot of requests.. I hope you guys enjoyed!

#smiling critters x reader #dogday x reader x catnap #x reader #reader insert #dogday #catnap #smiling critters #smiling friends #smut #use me however you want #want him #mine

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hii could you please write a lee know x reader parenting series where they are like married and have a one month old baby 😭 my mind goes crazy everytime i think about minho as a dad

Hello sweet anon! A serie would be a big thing and even if I love the idea, I sadly don't have enough time to write it since I have already so much on my wiplist ;_; Now that being said, I still wrote a small drabble because I also live for dad Minho. I changed the age to six months, it was easier for me this way :). Hopefully you'll like it ♥

genre: established relationship / fluff overload /

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“No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Minho read out loud, Minji nicely placed on his laps. He didn’t think it could possibly calm his six months old baby, she was too young, and yet it was doing a rather good job. She stopped crying the moment he started reading, doing his best to put as many emotions as he could into his voice. He tried to adapt along with the characters he played. And Minji? She seemed to love that as she giggled loudly every time his voice changed.

So he kept reading, stopping from time to time just so he could kiss the crown of Minji’s head.

“This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?” “No” said the man “There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.”

Minho had to stop the urge to close the book. Fairy tales were not his cup of tea, especially those with princesses that needed to be saved. Clearly, Cinderella wasn’t a princess but definitely one young, lovely woman that needed some serious saving. He wasn’t fond of that. Yet, for the sake of his own daughter’s entertainment, he kept reading.

“That is the true bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were terrified and became pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with her.

“Nope.” Minho closed the book and pushed it away from him. “I can’t. That some serious bull-“ he stopped right on time before the curse left his lips. He scooped Minji in his arms and looked fondly at her. “You, my sweet, little angel, don’t need a man.” And with that he peppered her face with kisses until she squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

Minho was enjoying his sweet father-daughter moment, he failed to notice that you were finally back from your first, little girls’ night. At least, until he heard your sweet chuckle.

“I thought you said you’ll never, ever, read her bed time stories, hm?” You teased, knowing how much those stories repulsed him. The day he saw you buying those books, he was read to set them on fire. And yet, look at him now.

For the sake of pettiness, he ignored your comment and instead gave his full attention to Minji. “You’re gonna be a strong, independent and lovely woman.” Minho told her softly before his eyes found yours, he just couldn’t help it. “Just like your mom. You won’t need a man to be happy.”

Of course, he would say something like that, you thought. You were used to him being all snarky and teasing, sometimes looking and sounding cold and yet he had the biggest and softest heart you had ever met.

With a big smile plastered on your face, you got closer to the bed. You kissed Minji’s head before pecking Minho’s lips. “Cute. But should I remind you that this,” You pointed at yourself,” Incredible, beautiful, strong and absolutely hilarious wife of yours still needed a man like you to make her life perfect, hm?”

Minho considered your words for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between you and your baby. “True. But she’s not allowed to date. That’s it.” No man could be enough, could be good enough for his little girl. Not in this world.

“Minho!” You groaned. You should have known the day you found out you were expecting a girl that Minho would be, from time to time, an overprotective dad.

“What?” He feigned innocence.

“You know you can’t shield her forever, right?”

“Fine. She can date.” He agreed, “But only once I’m dead and buried.”

Yeah, it was too good to be true, you told yourself. You smiled nevertheless. “And then you’ll come and haunt the poor man?”

Minho’s grin turned pure evil. Of course, you saw right through him after years of knowing each other. With Minji, still in his arms, he stood up from the bed and brought her back to her cradle. He kissed her head and straightened back to look at you. “Exactly.”

You laughed at his words, at his confidence and fierceness. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against his back. He felt warm and like home. “You’re impossible.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Take that back, lady!” He turned to face you, hands on his hips, he feigned annoyance but the glint in his eyes told you another story. “Take that back or else,”

“Or what?” You dared him, knowing damn well you were in troubled waters.

Before you could do some more provoking, Minho grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal in return.

“Minho!”

But he only laughed and slapped your ass for good measure. “Let me show you.”

#stray kids #lee know #minho #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fic #lee know x reader

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moe-broey · 8 months

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🎶🎵 I learned to stay true to myself

By watching myself die 🎵🎶 😊

#fire emblem #feh #very low effort doodle dump i am. not putting more effort into LMFAOO 🫡#i'm so obsessed though. i just know i'm gonna lose my mind over her #but i'm still losing my mind over the fairies as well. i CANNOT get DISTRACTED #<- has the gets distracted a lot not-diagnosis.#also as a disclaimer the reference to christainity here is ONLY bc it's funny. to me anyway LMFAOO #one of my fave things about fe is the exploration of a great variety of gods. it's very cool to me #i have negative braincells at this point yhough so i can't elaborate. i'm just being silly dude trust me 🫡#fe alfonse #sharena #seidr #gullveig #fe anna #moe tag #summoner oc #secret deeplore about moe. there's. parallels . here. 👁️👁️#esppp my big kinda overarching project i've been thinking on. it's kinda crazy how all that lined up!#my art

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wavykade · 6 months

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Behind Blue Eyes

Pairing: Yandere Dante x gn!Reader.

Warnings: stalking, manipulating, unhealthy behavior.

Word count: 0.8k

Note: ❗The plot is taken from the c.ai bot Yandere Dante by FallofFall. I am not the author of this idea.❗

When Dante said he would help you get rid of the stalker, you believed him. After all, he was your last hope - incredibly fast, strong, and renowned as the Legendary Devil Hunter.

You believed him when he said it would be safer for you to stay at Devil May Cry. You believed him when those angelically pure, blue eyes sparkled with a demonic glint, while his hands held you securely, but too tightly. Whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear and sending shivers down your spine with his noble intention to calm your raging fear, which he himself had planted in you.

Blindly, you did not notice the obvious signs of alarm: he was always by your side, watching over you, because as he said, "the stalker was much more dangerous than he thought." Dante had you wrapped around his finger, isolating you, cultivating the fear of going outside.

But you found out. Found out, clutching the smooth surface of the photograph tightly with trembling fingers, so intimately hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. Dozens of photos. And in every single one - only you. When you smiled brightly, casually chatting with your friend at a café. Rosy cheeks... a gleam of happiness in your eyes. When you stood naked, examining yourself in the mirror after a shower, appraisingly running your eyes over your figure. Wet hair, droplets of water beading on your skin...

Dante was swiftly going insane.

Have you ever considered how difficult it was back then to just watch, just observe you, seeing you naked but unable to approach you, agonizing over how tight his pants were. Dante's cock was standing, stretching the fabric of his pants. The painful pressure building inside him only fueled the madness.

Dante endured, clenching his jaw to the point of sweet pain in an attempt to maintain composure as a fire burned inside him. His demonic side went crazy in your presence, his head spinning, his breath deepening, and his eyes sinfully darkening with the desire to touch, no... to be close to you and kiss your lips until only his name remained on your tongue. To make sure you were safe by his side, that he wouldn't lose someone as precious as you. Again.

Human minds are like unpredictable weather conditions: one moment everything shines with sunshine and rainbows, and the next we are faced with storms and hurricanes. We convince ourselves of something so strongly that it becomes our truth - our guiding light leading us through the darkness towards that horizon, like in children's fairy tales.

But then doubt creeps in, slowly but surely, seeping into our thoughts until the seeds sown earlier start to take root, growing stronger day by day, until eventually everything we once believed crumbles around us, leaving nothing but confusion, disappointment, perhaps even anger.

But what if it all comes crashing down in a single moment? Breaking the fragile trust that once shattered, is unlikely to be repaired. Like a delicate flower easily broken down under the weight of even the slightest prejudice.

Once impassive fingers, now becoming uncontrollable performers of your trembling body, danced an awkward dance between disappointment and horror. Fear embraced the shaking hands, as if giving them a final touch of a dying star.

There was no way back for you from the very beginning, as soon as your foot stepped into his office.

With grace, Dante gained your trust. With each joke, each moment of joy and playful word, you immersed yourself deeper into his charm, like a whirlwind that mesmerizes and does not let go until the end. But only an experienced hunter knows how to hide the truth behind his mask, and in Dante's gaze, echoes of a dark nature flickered, which he skillfully swept under the positive mask of a desirable conversationalist. However, this darkness, exulting in his eyes, tainted all his beauty.

In the end, you trusted when his face shone with a playful smile, you trusted when he was merry and relaxed. You trusted when he wanted you to.

Now you feel how the atmosphere of the surrounding room involuntarily tightens with every one of his gazes, filling you with a trembling from head to toe. Every movement of Dante's, as if carefully calculated, forces you to retreat, like a fleeing little animal, until you find yourself a compressed stone between him and the cold wall. You feel that the air slows down, it becomes harder for you to breathe, and your previously strong heart suddenly sinks into a abyss of fear. An icy shiver runs down your spine, as if a laser is drawing flickering wavy patterns on your skin. A trap.

That's what it was originally.

You believed, and he locked you up. You believed, and he betrayed you.

You trusted those angelically blue eyes, devoid of God's mercy.

#dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #writing #fanfic #yandere x reader #yandere dante #devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante

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aemondsprincesss · 1 year

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ok, but I'm kind of obsessed with your dragon woman idea. I think aemond would absolutely devour the library to find something about it, and maybe there's this mythical being. so I wanted to ask what would be the reaction of the others to this woman.

You and I both 😍

And you are so right. One of the first things he will do, after bathing, dressing and feeding you, would be head to the library, when he is sure that you are sound sleep (you make little purring sounds that have him needing to physically force himself out of the room, because he got stuck a long moment admiring you). He even knows the first book to look for, a fairy tail book cataloging mythical creatures. Like white walkers and children of the forest ;) He remembers reading something about a human and dragon hybrid, and he was right.

There isn't even one documentary book about your existence, only legends. Wich make it hard for Aemond to believe in what he is reading, so he decides to compare the information of each book and write down the similarities between them, and the similarities with what he saw in you.

The end result would be: The name of your species is drōvys, with no translation to the common tongue. There are males in your species. You are rare, even by mythological standards. Beautiful (being mistaken by sirens/mermaids). Fire breather (your fire can melt stone). Your skin, even where there is no scales, is almost impossible to penetrate (he even saw a passage about you having scales under your human skin, and if it is truth, Aemond does not want to imagine how they found out). You are stronger than the strongest man, faster than the fastest horse and can stay awake for days without tyring (this part made Aemond chuckle, considering how easily you fell asleep). In some books you had wings, wich Aemond disregarded, since you don't have them. Some books said you are incapable of reproducing, your species only being born from dragons, but he saw legends about children born from your kind, so he is not sure which one to believe.

They all say drōvys are dangerous, not only physically, but mentally as well, as it is said that they can enter people's heads and drive them crazy.

Aemond does not care about the warnings. In none of the books said how much fun you have in warm baths, how much you love sour fruits, even if they make you grimace adorably. They don't say how easy it is to distract you with shiny or colorful objects. You are not a monster, you are perfection, and you belong to him. The gods sent you for him to love and care.

The first person to whom Aemond will tell about you is his mother, a couple of days after finding you, and she will be wary of you as soon as she sees your eyes, since your scales are hidden under the silky, purple dress he got you. Aemond will calm her, saying that you are not much different from a actual dragon, then he will tell her about his believe that you are sent by te gods, and he will be so passionate about it. Speaking with a reverence that his mother has only seen coming out of the mouths of the men of the faith.

While they speak, you are sitting on the ground, tracing the red patterns on the black carpet under you, totally entranced.

He promise his mother that you are not a danger, and she agrees on him keeping you. She does not speak to you, nor approach you, but she does show you a forced smile when you look at her. The worry never leaves her eyes. Honestly, she does not know what to think, or what to believe, but you are right there, flesh and bone, so she just accepts. She puts her faith on her son, who never desapointed her. He rides the largest dragon in the world, surely he can handle a tiny one in human form.

A few days later was the turn of his siblings. By their relentless insistence. They heard rumours about the mysterious woman in their brother's room, and annoyed him until he said who (and what) you are. He knew that if he had not told them, they would sneak in and probably die, so he agreed on showing them you. His mother would not let him keep you if you murdered his siblings. Aemond agreed also because of Helaena, who read about drōvys and became absolutely eager to meet one.

Helaena have no self-preservation instinct, Aemond is sure of it now. She practically ran to you, huge smile of her face and a bouquet of flowers in her hands, that she picked herself. You were again on the floor, place you favor over any furniture, and to Helena's luck, you were immediately drawn to the colorful flowers. She talked to you in high valyrian, even with Aemond not commenting with her that he was doing it. His sister is an enigmatic woman. You looked at her lips while she spoke happily about a lot of things, not understanding a word, but interested any way.

Aegon was more wise, choosing to stay beside his brother, a few feet away. He questioned Aemond about how he found you, even if he had already told him that. He must have been too drunk to remember. Aemond sighed and retold the events of that marvelous day, being interrupted by his brother when he asked to see your scales.

Aemond growled a "no", hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. This was his mistake. Letting his brother know that it bothered him. Aegon lives to cause trouble.

Aegon started to compliment your beauty, saying that Aemond is lucky to have such a pretty thing to play with. This rouse hatred in Aemond's chest, but he tried to control himself, after all, it's Aegon, if he does not talk about sex there's something wrong with him.

But Aegon took the teasing too far. He asked Aemond to "lend you to him once you are domesticated" and Aemond's sword was on his neck before he closed his mouth.

Sensing the aggressive energy, you jumped in front of Helaena and crouched, hands on the floor, chest and throat shining with your fire, observing the brothers like a snake ready to lunge.

Hearing this, Aemond looked at you, surprised by your position. Slowly, he sheathed his sword and raised both hands saying "Lykirī." He heard his sister repeating after him, until you calmed down and decided to go back to your flowers, that now had more petals on the floor then on the stems. Not before sending one last threatening look at Aegon, though.

Aemond turned to his brother, that was impossibly more pale, and with all the calm he could muster, threatened to feed Sunfyre, his dragon, to Vhagar, if he ever talked about you that way again. Aemond knew his brother would not dare approach you after what he saw, so he just wanted to get this out of the way too.

After Aegon left, in a hurry, Helaena stayed another hour. Of all people, she is the one Aemond allows to see you the most. She always brings you flowers. Once she brought her insects to show you, but Aemond forbade her from doing it again after you almost ate a spider.

About the servants and guards, he limits their access to you as much as possible. He is always in the room when they have to enter, and you are always as far from them as his spacious chambers allows. They are not allowed to talk nor look at you.

This made you the biggest gossip of the Red Keep. Everyone got an opinion about you. All of them are wrong.

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sapphire-weapon · 8 days

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I think Eagleone is canon because in the game something really happens between them and it’s very noticeable, but I’m wondering why you consider them canon?

Because the romantic nature of their relationship is baked into the thematic framework of the narrative. In order for RE4make to achieve what it's trying to do with its storytelling, Leon and Ashley's relationship has to be read as romantic.

Resident Evil 4 Remake is Resident Evil 4 re-imagined as a fairy tale. Survival Horror is the genre of the gameplay of RE4make, but Horror Fantasy is the genre of its story.

RE4make contains fantastical elements that were not present in OG, including but not limited to:

Leon and Ada's plaga hallucinations (Ada's especially looks like it has a magical effect)

The magical blue fire that keeps the Armadura at bay

The cursed black water in the castle (irrespective of whether it's tied to the mold in RE7; it's still attributed to turning men mad and is treated like a magical reagent during the ritual)

Ashley getting possessed -- not Saddler using her plaga to manipulate her body (which he also does in OG) but actually physically possessing her and speaking through her mouth and seeing through her eyes

New enemies that invoke the imagery of Minotaurs

On top of that, one of the major themes of this story is: folklore, story books, and fairy tales. We see it show up not just in the characters but also in the lore of the world itself. Just to name a few examples off the top of my head, we have:

Luis's parallels with and direct verbal references to Don Quixote

The folklore of "madness" spread around the villagers that Mendez tried to quell panic of

Historic folklore from when the people of Valdelobos thought of Las Plagas as demons

Salazar's invocation of Pulgarcito (which is a Spanish fairy tale)

Literal storybooks that you find throughout the game, like the one in Mendez's house and the holy scripture (complete with a colored illustration like a child's picture book) in the castle

And, most of all -- and, most importantly for our purposes -- "The Knight and the Princess Fair" allegory that gets repeated over and over throughout the game centering entirely on Leon and Ashley.

And it's not just Salazar being a crazy asshole, either. Luis also refers to Leon as "Prince Charming," beckons him to the ballroom, and tells him not to be late for the dance.

The story itself also has an element of "true love conquers all" in it, as both Leon and Ashley literally pull off the impossible. Leon manages to fight off Saddler's influence (something that we've seen no other character manage to do -- and Leon's plaga is very advanced at this point) while he's holding Ashley in his arms. And tiny little 120lb Ashley manages to heft all 200+lbs of Leon and his gear up onto Luis's surgical chair all by herself in order to remove his plaga. They saved each other for each other and only got through this ordeal because the other person was there with and for them.

This narrative is then reinforced by overtly romantic imagery, like Leon appearing to Ashley bathed in moonlight, and Ashley wistfully looking to him off towards the horizon, hands clasped to her chest, as embers float around her like fireflies.

It also invokes the imagery of classic romance stories and fairy tales, including:

Several literal princess carries

Prince Phillip about to break the spell on Sleeping Beauty with true love's first kiss

The Prince approaching Snow White's altar

Leon kneeling before Ashley like a knight does his queen

Romeo and Juliet's very famous balcony scene

Leon extending a hand to Ashley as though he's asking her to dance, not once but twice

And in case all of that wasn't enough -- if you somehow still didn't catch it, Capcom included a set of matching alternate costumes for Leon and Ashley literally called "Romantic."

I don't know how much more explicit they could've been about this, short of having a big, sweeping kiss scene -- especially when you consider that absolutely none of the above was present in OG. None of those scenes happen in OG at all.

And this isn't even taking into account that the devs restructured the plot of OG to follow the story outline of a romance novel beat-for-beat -- nor the overt sexual imagery associated with specific lines of dialogue between Leon and Ashley. And even if you ignore the fairy tale aspect all together, Leon and Ashley's relationship is intrinsically tied to the theme of teamwork, and there's a romantic element about how that is portrayed, too.

So, sure. You could look at RE4make as a story about a man who's just doing his job and saves the president's daughter because idk he's a badass and that's just what he does. And he overcomes his trauma about Raccoon City because he actually saved a person's life finally, and it wouldn't have mattered who it was; it just happened to be Ashley.

Sure.

You could.

But you miss the fucking point of what the storyteller(s) were trying to do.

You miss the intention of the developers paying homage to RE4OG being such a huge part of so many people's childhoods by turning the story into a fairy tale.

You miss the parallels of Leon becoming a broken husk of a person because of failing re: Ada, and Leon finding his smile and his kindness again through Ashley.

It leaves you with a shallow story where shit just kind of happens and Leon's a cool dude who overcomes the odds all on his own because he's so cool and strong.

And you'll never be able to convince me that that's how the devs wanted their story to be read. Not with the deliberate layering of themes and imagery and allegory that they've folded into the narrative.

And you'll never convince me that all of this was just a coincidence, either.

Eagleone is canon -- just not canon in the way that most people tend to think of it.

Because the one thing missing from RE4make's fairy tale is that Leon and Ashley don't live happily ever after. They don't end this game a couple, and they'll never be together in the future.

Because while RE4make was a fairy tale, it was the nightmare horror version of one.

And horror stories don't get to have happy endings. That was true for Ethan and Mia in the literal storybook that was RE:Village, and it's true here for Leon and Ashley.

But that doesn't make the romance between these two characters any less real.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #eagleone #meta analysis #this might be the most important eagleone post i ever write #i also never thought i'd compare leon and ashley to ethan and mia #but here we are LMAO #hopefully this was worth the almost three hours it took me to make

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