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itbmojojoejo · 4 months

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Indelicate Tenderness | Part 2

Pairing: Sihtric x Ealdorman's Wife!Reader

Summary: Your marriage to a much older Ealdorman was a political move and the inability to produce an heir in the traditional manner leads to your husband suggesting you look to another man for assistance. The rules? He must be the right sort, keep emotions out of it, and no one can learn of the affair so that he can claim the child as his own.

Wordcount: 4.5k | Part 1 | Other works.

Warnings: MDNI18+ Content. No use of y/n. Talks of having a child, Infidelity, Oral(f receiving), Unprotected PinV(I will not write about medieval contraception methods.) If I have missed anything please let me know!

Authors Note: I know I said I wasn't doing this but shhhh the muses returned. Minimal editing, half of this beta read like 5 months ago when it was just bones. Enjoy!

Hazy shades of orange and yellow slowly crept up the walls of the large bedroom as you stared up into the wooden rafters, your fingers sliding one of the pendants decorating your neck along its thick chain listening to the distant chirping of birds as the waking servants began their working day drowning out the peaceful sounds.

With a huff, you rolled over to see the clouds crawling across the sky through the open window before your eyes took in the empty space beside you in the bed. Your mind drifted to Sihtric, how would the morning sky light his features? Would he hold me? But before your mind could wonder too much about how mornings would be with the Pagan, a knock at your door pulled you back into your reality.

You silently dressed with the assistance of Inga, an older widower with gentle eyes and a kind smile who had been allowed to remain on the estate instead of joining the order due to her loyalty.

Helping lace the front of your long-sleeved overdress she spoke of her predictions for the day's weather, the odd hmm and ahh leaving your lips at the right time feigning interest. In truth, you were dreading having to break fast with Eadwold knowing the evening before you had been in the meadow with Sihtric.

It was as you shifted uncomfortably on the wooden chair, trying your hardest to focus on peeling the apple in your hands instead of untangling the incoherent thoughts in your mind that Eadwold’s eyes fell on you,

“Are you feeling alright dear? You’ve not said a word all morning.”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t think I slept too well.”

“Hmm.” Your husband quickly looked you over, “Will you oversee the training yard this afternoon? I will be with the Bishop.”

“No.” You blurted all too quickly in a moment of panic. You wanted to see Sihtric again, to make sure that he would keep what it was that had happened between you secret, maybe even discover if he would allow it again, but you were unsure how to keep your actions and emotions neutral in such a public space.

“No?” Eadwold asked, eyeing you carefully as you rushed to offer him a reason,

“I just don’t believe that they need me there, after all, what do I know of fighting? And besides, Osgar will be present, will he not?”

“You’re quite right.” He nodded with a smile, pushing his morning oats around a bowl with his spoon.

“How long will the Bishop be with us this time lord?”

“Only the one night, he is just passing through but I do expect you to join us for dinner and not galavanting off in the woods until nightfall.”

“I was hoping to be spared his judgements.” You grumbled. The bishop had a habit of insinuating that it was your failure for the lack of an heir, but of course, Eadwold would never correct him and or his accusations.

“I will have a word this afternoon, spin a tale of sadness so that he might not wish to bring up the subject.”

After breakfast you decided to exit the house via the bustling kitchen full of the smell of baking pastries and meats to avoid the training yard, slightly smiling to yourself that Inga had been correct in her predictions for a cloudier day.

The cooler air was welcomed as you walked through the trees on the now well-known trodden path taking you to the stone buildings you sought out, apprehension and doubt shrouding your thoughts. What if he regrets it? What if he wishes to not see me again?

It was as your fingers pressed onto the ageing wooden door of his temporary home that you took a deep breath deciding that he would not turn you away, his past actions no matter how small spoke volumes.

You seated yourself on the end of his bed looking around the single room and spotted his leather armour resting on a table in the corner along with his axe propped against the wall. As time seemed to slowly creep on you got lost in the chipped mosaic pictures that decorated the space when a silhouette passed by the window, shortly followed by the door being shoved open.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” You greeted Sihtric, watching as he took his hand away from his sword and his response came sharply,

“Is that wise? Will people not become suspicious if you keep walking off into the woods when they know us men are down here?”

“Are you afraid?” You asked, your eyes searching his.

“Yes, but not for me lady, for you.”

Quickly pushing yourself off the bed and stepping into his space you cupped his cheeks and crushed your lips to his hoping to eradicate any doubts he may have. As he kissed you back slowly, a sigh escaped you and you relaxed into his touch as his hands roamed your waist.

The brush of his lips and the warmth of his touch was enough to have any thoughts slip your mind completely, it was only as Sihtric walked you backwards til your legs hit the wooden frame of his bed that you managed to string words together, speaking them against his mouth, “I have to be back before sunset.”

“Plenty of time.” He mumbled back with his hands untying the laces of your overdress.

The rough pads of his fingers left a trail of goose-pricked skin in their wake as he gently pushed the fabric away from your chest and down your arms, revealing the thin-strapped underdress. Sihtric kissed and nipped at the column of your neck up to your jawline before capturing your lips once more, mumbling an instruction against them, “Sit.”

You landed on the bed with more force than expected and a small huff escaped you as you watched him remove his sword belt, his hands paused with his tongue darting out to wet his lips which were growing into a smirk.

“Take off your boots, lady.”

Internally cursing at the shake of your hands you discarded the leather shoes to the side, a breath hitching in your throat as Sihtric pulled his tunic over his head, revealing the hard planes of his abdomen and defined chest muscles.

Stepping closer he nudged your legs to part and came to stand between your now spread thighs. Looking up at him from under your lashes your cheeks involuntarily became warm and you hesitantly placed your hands on his hips bringing him even closer, letting your fingers drag across his taut stomach and linger there.

His eyes looked as though they wanted to devour you whole as he brought his hands up to cradle your jaw, pressing a thumb against your slightly parted lips. Teasingly you slowly swiped the tip of your tongue up the pad of his thumb to which he hummed and leaned down to kiss you as he came to rest on his knees.

Sihtric’s hands trailed up your thighs, moving your shift up with the movement and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed making a wetness begin to gather between your thighs, “Lay back.” He spoke softly against your mouth and you nervously did as you were told.

He pushed the thin fabric up past your hips, exposing your glistening core to him. You gasped as his head dipped between your spread legs and he licked through your folds, flicking the tip as he reached your clit. As he repeated the motion your hand grabbed at his loose curls and you felt him smirk against you.

You began to relax into the sensation as his tongue worked at the bundle of sensitive nerves and he teased your entrance with a finger. A sweet sigh fell from your lips as he pushed in slowly, and began to stroke at your walls that had your hips lightly rutting against him.

Sihtric’s warm calloused hand gripped at the soft flesh of your thigh as he added a second digit and your sweet sighs turned into desperate moans tumbling one after the other. Your chest heaved with the building tension that so badly wanted to be released, and sensing that need, Sihtric added more pressure with the rapid movements of his tongue, groaning into you as your breath hitched and release came.

You fought against the tremors in your legs and the stutter of your hips as you tried to regain the composure of your breathing but the Dane between your thighs didn’t relent. He carried on fucking into you with his fingers, hungrily lapping up your juices and overstimulating all of your senses.

“Sihtr-” You gasped with a spasm struggling to speak, “Too much.”

He hummed with a smirk you felt against your heated skin as you weakly tugged him away from your core, the cool metal of his heavy pendant bumping against you producing another gasp.

As he planted hot open-mouthed kisses to your thighs and over your hips you pulled your shift up and over your head, throwing it to the floor before laying back down. Sihtric moved you further up the bed and settled between your thighs once more, and with his breeches now loose and down his thighs you looked away, not watching as he lined himself up and thrust into you with one fluid movement.

A strained curse fell from Sihtric as he paused, nipping at your neck and peppering kisses along your jaw and up to your cheek.

Skimming his lips over yours, Sihtric quietly pleaded, “Look at me.”, as you obeyed and met his hazel gaze that was turning darker by the minute with lust he drew his hips back, licking into your mouth with a moan as he languidly rolled back into your tight sensitive walls and your eyes instinctively fluttered shut at the sensation.

With the roll of hips becoming quicker and deeper causing you to dig your nails into his back and arch up into him he urged once more for you to look at him, but you only buried your face into his neck.

It was as the familiar tightening returned to the pit of your stomach that everything came to an abrupt halt as the door opened,

“Siht-WOAH! Alright..” The Irishman exclaimed, unsure of where to avert his gaze before quickly turning on his heel and leaving the small house.

An icy cold fear hit the top of your head, drowning out Sihtric’s words and extinguishing all heat in your body as he untangled your limbs leaving you on the bed and all you could do was watch on in panic as he hurriedly tied his trousers leaving the house to follow Finan.

When the muffled voice of Finan hit your ears from outside you clambered off the bed and briskly pulled your shift and boots back on, accompanied by the fast heavy thudding of your heart and the sound of rushing blood in your ears. It was as you were wrapping the laces around your ankle that Sihtric returned with his voice quiet,

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Sihtric we have been seen, I cannot stay.” You responded cooly, tugging the sleeves of your dress up your arms.

“It is only Finan and he will say nothing.” He soothed, stepping closer with his hands out but you avoided his gaze and walked around him exiting the door.

Foolish girl, you should know better than to think you could do this, of course you would be caught. Your mind raced with the cool air having little effect on your burning skin and as you got further into the trees heading home a branch snapping had you pause and look over your shoulder. Sihtric.

You said nothing to one another with him trailing close behind, regret slowly growing in your veins for being so quick to flee and as the trees began to thin and the gated wall was coming into sight you turned and leaned against a mossy tree trunk.

Your eyes wandered over Sihtric’s now clothed body as he came to a standstill in front of you, his lips quirking at the corner making you look to the floor hiding your own smile before a question fell from your mouth,

“Do I still feel like a stranger to you?”

Having a quick look around to check there was no one nearby he closed the space between the two of you and rested his hand on the tree above your head,

“You are not like any stranger I know.” He said, placing a soft kiss on your lips while hooking his hand under your knee and bringing it up to his hip.

Sihtric’s hand slipped down the back of your exposed thigh and his fingers stroked over your folds making you quietly gasp. He smirked pressing his thumb against your clit and pulled away as you went to kiss him again, “Come back to me tomorrow, lady.”

“I will try.” You breathed; pushing him away with a light laugh and readjusted your skirts before continuing the rest of the walk alone.

Whatever discussion Eadwold had earlier in the day with the Bishop must have worked in keeping his attention away from you, the pair along with some of the younger deans also travelling with the holy man didn’t speak a single word to you over dinner leaving you to excuse yourself from the table early with ease.

Every so often as you got ready for bed a wave of worry washed over your body remembering how Finan had caught you in a vulnerable position with Sihtric, but it was soon replaced with anticipation for seeing your Pagan the next day.

As you lay under the thin sheets waiting for sleep to find you the ghost of Sihtric’s husky plea swam through your mind, look at me, look at me, look at me.

“Siht-WOAH! Alright..” Finan’s exclamation cut through the atmosphere allowing a feeling of dread to replace the desire that had been flowing through his veins.

“Shit.” Sihtric cursed, trying his best to cover you from view when he saw the panic in your eyes, “I’ll handle it.” he promised and quickly followed Finan outside.

The Irishman threw his hands up in the air as he turned to face him, instantly raising his voice at Sihtric,

“Could you not-!” Sihtric hushed him and looked around, a silent warning that someone could overhear, “Could you not have just found a nice servant girl like the rest of us? You had to have the wife?”

“It isn’t like that.”

“Oh let me guess, she just offered herself up on a silver platter and you couldn’t say no.”

Sihtric sighed with a frown and the tilt of his head at his friend,

“Sihtric, do you have any idea what that man could do to you if he found out? That -” Finan pointed to the house to stress his point, “is a death sentence, my friend.”

“I know, but you will do and say nothing.”

The men stood under the cloudy sky looking at each other in a moment of silence, save for a few birds and the bubbling of the nearby stream. The lack of Finan’s response had Sihtric pleading, not for him, but for you, “Finan, please.”

Finan groaned and rubbed at his beard before finally answering, “Do you even need to ask?”

As Sihtric walked back through the door his stomach twisted in knots seeing you hurriedly lacing your boots. He wanted to selfishly plead that you stay there with him just a while longer, to show you that he could melt away all the worries that now clung to your body but he knew it was of no use the moment you pulled on the sleeves of your dress and rushed to tie its laces as you left the house, left him stood there still shirtless rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sihtric was unsure what had possessed him to be so bold as to reach under your skirts and teasingly stroke at your folds in the open woods close to the estate, asking that you return to him. It is you, he thought to himself as you walked away leaving him behind once more, you have bewitched me.

That evening as he sat with Finan and the other men of their group around a fire with their cups of ale his mind drifted to you, as it so often did. He understood that you could not yield yourself to him completely, you were after all another man's wife, I shall take whatever little of you I can for as long as you allow me to.

He felt good in the morning, the potential promise of being able to see you again had him walking through the woods up to the walled estate with excitement. Apart from you, he found these lands to be bland and a little boring, you were the only thing preventing him from wanting to leave for Coocham as soon as possible.

Sihtric was careful not to snap his head towards the sight of you appearing at the main door of the hall, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw you stopped in your tracks by Osgar. As you stepped around the corner of the hall in the opposite direction he anticipated you to take he recognised the empty glazed-over look in your eyes all too well.

His curiosity was piqued further when Osgar carefully watched you walking away towards the rear of the yard and past the stables. Your usually graceful steps were full of tension, whatever it was that had been said to you couldn’t have been welcome and Sihtric felt annoyed that you may have been upset.

He had explored this entire estate along with some of the surrounding land and knew there was a gate in the direction you headed, he also knew this choice meant it was unlikely you planned to see him at all today.

After breaking fast you rushed to lace your walking boots with anticipation, your mind racing with salacious thoughts of how more time spent with your Pagan could go. Trying to ease the butterflies flitting excitedly in the pit of your stomach you approached the large doors of the hall scarcely avoiding walking head-first into the head of the house guard.

“Osgar?”

The tall Saxon peered down at you with a judgemental glint in his eyes as he questioned you,

“I haven’t seen you roaming the other parts of the land for some time now lady, what is it about those woods you enjoy so much?”

Standing firm your answer came without a falter,

“I happen to enjoy the solace I find at the willow trees.”

Osgar’s brow lifted slightly as he took you in, mulling over your response with his fingers flexing on the hilt of his sword. His sight drifted to the training yard and you dared not to follow knowing that he looked at Sihtric.

“As long as solace is all it is, lady.”

You gave an empty smile as you turned the corner of the hall, all too aware that it would raise further suspicion if you were to walk in the direction you so desperately wanted to, and pushed away the worries trying to fill your head.

It felt like an eternity had passed since you last strolled through the green fields at the rear of the property, every so often you found yourself stopping to look back at how far you had travelled before finally locating the old watch tower you would sit at.

Idly walking the full circle around the ruined tower your fingers skimmed over the coarse stonework, your mind fighting the urge to find and follow the nearby stream. If you were to simply walk alongside it through the woods you would eventually arrive where you wanted to be. Silly girl, you will not make it back home in time.

Pushing open the dilapidated door you walked to stand in the centre of the moss covered floor, the old wooden stairs that climbed around the walls had crumbled away so even if you wished to you would not have been able to look out from the top windows.

The sound of a throat being cleared had your hand shooting to the handle of the dagger belted at your waist as you spun to locate its origin.

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, lady,” Sihtric smirked, standing in the doorway of the tower.

Releasing your hold on the dagger’s hilt you rolled your eyes, “So it would seem. Osgar’s been watching me.”

“Is that why you’re up here and not…” He nodded his head in the direction of his accommodation.

“I didn’t think it wise, if he’s been paying attention then who else has?”

Stepping closer, Sihtric reached out, lightly brushing the back of his knuckles down your warming cheek, “I could show you a different route?”

You gently shook your head, pressing a soft kiss to the backs of his fingers that remained lingering next to your mouth, “We won’t have time.”

With a sigh, he cupped your cheek with his other hand and rested his forehead on yours. Your gaze flickered from his lips to his hazel eyes and without hesitation, your fingers wrapped around the cord of his Miljnoir pendant pulling him closer for a deep kiss.

Your eyes fell shut as his soft lips parted, his tongue lightly tracing over yours asking for entry which you gave freely. What once felt like exploring unknown territory was beginning to feel familiar, the way you moved together in harmony trying to feed an insatiable hunger.

Sihtric’s hand slid down your cheek to your throat, his thumb brushing across to the other side holding you firmly. The low fire that had begun to burn in your deepest parts spread through your body as his other hand gripped your hair and pulled tightly, forcing your eyes open to meet his carnal stare.

“Your dress. Take it off.”

His hushed demand had you tugging at the knot of delicate threads holding the overdress tight to your chest, shrugging out of it and letting it fall to the ground without a second thought.

Releasing his hold on your throat, Sihtric pushed the strap of the underdress down your arm, his mouth trailing kisses over your goose-pricked shoulder from his touch as you slipped an arm out of the other, allowing the fabric to pool around your waist leaving you exposed.

He moved to cup your breast, pawing at the flesh roughly with his calloused hand making you gasp. Desperate to taste him again you pulled him back to your mouth, a hand quickly falling between your close bodies to palm at his growing erection.

The quiet sounds of your encounter grew louder within the confines of the small stone tower, the light spilling in from the eroded wooden roof aiding Sihtric in lifting and seating you onto a small ledge as your lips continued to meet and he shed his cuirass and tunic.

Sliding the underdress up past your thighs, Sihtric brought his middle and forefinger to his lips and wet them, staring into your hooded gaze as he swiped them through your already dampened folds and teased your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You nipped at his lip as your hands made quick work of unlacing his trousers. You slowly began to stroke his length, kissing and biting your way to his neck as you listened to the aching groans escaping Sihtric.

With a flurry of impatience, he aligned his cock with your entrance, pushing in with one quick fluid movement making you cry out at the sudden but welcome intrusion. Sihtric gripped the back of your neck, his lust-laden hazel gaze boring into yours as he drew his hips back and snapped them forward again.

Each of his hard thrusts punched broken, filthy noises from you as you clung to his body drowning in indecent bliss. To have your senses overwhelmed by Sihtric, the smell of his musk, the sound of his hoarse moans, the taste of his breath filling your lungs, it overpowered all guilt.

“Lady, look at me…” He whined, pressing his head against yours as you willed every sense in your body to obey, finally allowing him to see you completely wrecked and flushed from the onslaught of desire he seemed to bring about in you.

Yours and Sihtric’s joint waves of pleasure crashed at the exact same moment, his hold on your thigh became bruising with your tight walls clenching down on his thick cock as he emptied his seed into you. A strained whimper tumbled from his lips before crushing them to yours with his final slow thrusts increasing the ecstasy washing over you.

Soft kisses broken by small smiles and quiet laughs were shared as you helped each other dress, a blanket of contentedness shrouding the pair of you until you stepped out of the little tower to late afternoon growing into early evening.

Sihtric laced his fingers through yours and guided you into the treeline so he could walk you back without the risk of anyone on the high walls seeing the two of you approach.

“I did not know a heathen warrior could be so..tender.” You spoke up, enjoying the warmth emanating from his hold on your hand.

“You think I’m tender?” He scoffed with a smile.

“I did not say you were gentle, Sihtric.”

“Would a lady like you not prefer a gentleman?”

“No,” You sighed, “I have had enough of those men.”

“Hm, does he not touch you the way I do?” He asked playfully, lightly bumping his shoulder off of yours.

You laughed, “It isn’t like that, he cannot... perform.”

Sihtric’s brows raised as he gave you a side glance, “At all?”

You shook your head and wondered if that was something you should have admitted to the Dane, what if it was a secret he didn’t want to keep?

Sihtric hummed, “Imagine having such a pretty piece of flesh,” He pulled you into him by the waist carefully walking you backwards through the dense woods making you giggle, “dangled in front of you daily and never being able to devour it. I thank the gods it is not me that suffers this way.”

Running your hands up his arms you nudge his nose with yours before capturing his lips in a slow kiss beneath the trees and singing birds,

“You are unlike any man I have ever known.”

“And you are unlike any woman I have known.” He breathed,

“How so?”

“Beautiful, body and soul.” Sihtric smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

As you got closer to the walls you reluctantly released your fingers from Sihtric’s, instantly missing his touch. You took in the sight of the reddening sun painting shadows of leaves across his face, brightening patches of hues of browns and greens in his eyes, and the messy curls cascading from one side of his head that he hadn’t brushed through since your encounter in the tower.

Your words came quietly, and sadder than you intended,

“I don’t think I realised how lonely I truly was until you came here, Sihtric.”

Inhaling deeply through his nose he reached out and brushed his thumb along your cheek, “You should go, we don’t want a search party coming to look for you.”

#slides this fic across the table #the last kingdom fanfic #sihtric x reader #tlk fanfic #sihtric fanfic #sihtric tlk

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theghostofcoldramen · 7 months

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Haikyuu!! Boys, on your period

Warnings - Blood, The reader is implied to be female, but GN pronouns are used.

Note: This is my first time writing, so I hope this will suffice 🙏🏾. I just did whoever i had ideas for so i might do more if I get more ideas. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Hope you all enjoy (＾ω＾).

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Kageyama-

°Probably one of the most awkward conversations you will ever have. The more you explain, the more he gets confused. It's terrible.

°He is literally so confused when you get sudden mood swings.

°He gets better over time. He treats you gently. He also might get you snacks or something.

"So you bleed out of....your..." "Yes! That's what I've been saying for the past 30 minutes!" You frown. You were still in bed calling your boyfriend, hoping he could comfort you. Instead, he spent most of your time asking you more questions. "Can you just come over." You beg. Your hands are on your stomach, and haft of your face was buried into your pillow.

Your cramps were coming back for the 5th time."Oh, alright..." He answered still sounds unsure. A few minutes later, he enters your room with a plastic bag. "Um... I wasn't sure what to get you, so I bought snacks." He said, walking up to you. You giggle slightly. "Thanks, kags."

(He was probably the most OC one. Sorry kageyama lovers ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡)

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Nishinoya-

°I feel like you also need to explain what you're going through to him. Even if you do, he will always forget a minor detail. He'll be shocked when you tell him they're cramps involved even though you already told him that.

°You get an unlimited cuddle pass! (You kinda always have one, but shhhh) He normally wants to be the big spoon, but he'll be your personal teddy bear if you asked.

°PILLOW FORTS!!!

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You lay in the comforts of your bed. A fluffy blanket is draped on top over you. While your eyes are closed, trying to ingaing in a peaceful slumber, trying to ignore the puddle of blood in your pants and the fingers poking at your stomach. Fingers which belonged to your boyfriend, who was trying to convince you to get up for the "best surprise". "Babyyyy!" He dragged out. "I promise it's the best!" He frowned and looked up at you trying to give you his best puppy bog eyes. He stuck his bottom lip out a bit forming a pout. You looked at his begging face and felt the stinging pain of guilt.

How could you say no to that face. You slowly start to sit up, giving him the sign that you'll go along with whatever he has planned. He's face lights up and he takes your hands in his. "Okay okay! Now close your eyes!" He insisted. You rise an eyebrow at his request, but ultimately gave in to the request, closing your eyes. You feel his hands squeeze yours slightly as he guilds you while the world is filled with darkness temporarily. After a few moments, your guide stopped allowing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes adjust to the new light and you see, a fort made out of pillows and blankets draped over the couch and chairs from your dining room. How did Nishinoya manage to make all of this, is a question in the back of your mind. Your attention turned to your boyfriend who was puffing out his chest and grinning in pride. You shook your head and chuckled at his antics. You really love this man don't you.

Tanka-

°Probably knows the most out of all of them. His older sister told him everything. That being said, he has the most experience out of all the others. And if there's something he doesn't know, he will ask his sister.

°He treats you like royalty(when does he not) Heatpad? Check. Snacks? Already got them. Pads and / or tampons? Got them. Cuddles? Say no less! This man has it all.

You lay limp on the couch. How did you even get out of bed? It is mystery. Suddenly, you hear the doorbell ring, making you grumble. You reluctantly dragged yourself off the couch and walked to the front door. You were ready to release your anger out on the person who thought it was a good idea to make you get up. When you opened the door, you're greeted by your loving boyfriend, and your inraged expression turned into a puzzled one.

"Tanka? What are you -" Before you could even finish your sentence, giant arms wrapped around you, engulfing you in a warm embrace. "My y/ n senses were tingling! So I came running." He answered, breaking the hug to show you what he got of you. He held a plastic bag filled with your favorite snacks and things you needed to get through the day. You look up at him, your eyes wide in disbelief. No one has ever gone through this much effort to comfort you before.

Seeing Tanka show this mush love made you forget your painful morning. He sets the bag aside and gives you another hug, rubbing your back and swaying side to side. You nuzzle into the crock of his neck, returning the hug. No words could express how lucky you felt. "I won't let the evil period monsters hurt you, baby."

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#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka x reader #haikyuu #first post #period #im dying #i cant do this

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ingapotejtoo · 3 months

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👀👀👀

Tell all about au's

i will say i am a simple man - i see a series happening and i go [smacks the top of said modpack like the hood of a car] you can fit so much aus so if there's sth going on i go okie ur my au now smile :) (i also share a lot of the aus with my bestie bcus hello we bounce off each other with ideas like cats that are getting the good good treats. kiss into the sky ily if you're reading this)

prime example: sun guardians yes it's a ctm map that has some nice lore (didn't learn much due to how the series went but! it's a good base to start with.) the sun itself being gone, darkness overtaking everything, the chosen heroes -sun guardians- having to restore the balance under the guidance of their sun god. yummy stuff aint it? went the route of the au's timeline being past the main ctm story events - exploring the sun religion and how they would y'know worship the god (we both have religious trauma lol pog), the guilt, the trauma, temptations, regret, crisis of faith, how to slowly heal and move on from it all, how the actual god is represented, hierarchy within the community, the items used during and after worship etc. (it also wouldn't be an inga involved au if i didn't add some angst or corruption to one of them from killing the dark lord by the end of the ctm lmaooo)

but yeah pardon my bad english i've never been good when it comes to explaining things which is why most of my work/ideas is represented via art and sketches!

[Send me a "👀" and I'll ramble about an au I have but don't know if I'll ever get to writing it.]

#hi i love exploring things with religious undertones smile

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kandyrezi · 10 months

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—galaxy;

PROMPT: Angels of Fumus with a human lover.

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i. Taffy does not want to deal with inevitable heartbreak that comes with having a mortal lover. literally and figuratively, you are worlds apart and so, he keeps his heart closed. he's committed countless atrocities and sins and he wonders how he's still (un)mercifully living and breathing only because his god allows it. you find a confidant in him and he likes listening to you, in return he finds a friend in you and you console his grief to best of your ability, but that's as far as that'll go. it's for the best if he wants to keep you safe and out of reach from lord fumus.

ii. Yuu strays from romantic relationships generally, the chance of happiness is tempting but he resists the temptation for his own sake that would end up being ephemeral in any case. bringing you with him to his world is not an option, so he'll end up asking for advice from taffy – his closest friend and comrade – on the matter, though he has a feeling he already knows what kind of answer he will receive. he doesn't want you to cry over a caged bird like him, he leaves as many kisses on your face as needed until your tears have finally dried. "for... good luck," he'll tell you, not realizing it's the last you'll be seeing of his gentle, red eyes.

iii. Lei Hitotose cannot get enough of the wonder and awe you praise him with, asking how he manages moving around with those three huge wings ("wow, they're even soft like cotton!" you'll tell him) and trying to poke at his halo by standing on your tippy-toes. his sin is that he is self-indulgent to a fault, but he cares very little about it. he'll allow you to touch and pat him wherever you please, so long as he can return the favor with a 'curiosity' of his own by getting to fondle you – you can trust either way that this pervy seraph won't be keeping his hands to himself.

iv. Zero Hitotose reasons to himself he should focus on duty and mission above all else, but he's a fool in love and his mind drifts back to you, inevitably. he can live just fine without you, but he certainly doesn't want to. he's impulsive and not graceful in the slightest and always comes crash-landing out of the blue somewhere near your current location. you'll find him sprawled in a rose bush, and he's embarrassed out of his wits, but when you say you're laughing not at him, but because you're happy to see him, any regrets or second-guessed he had previously fade away in instant.

v. Engetsu may enjoy a little self-indulgent fling of his own, not at all shy to go after something that catches his eye. it's certainly fun for him too, to pretend to just be a normal boyfriend (who just enjoys crossdressing) that you have, to your family or friends, instead of an ethereal being from an entirely another world. he thinks some of them can probably sense something odd about him, those who are more susceptible to the otherworldly. yet at the end of it, he is still a realist through and thorough, knowing you won't be with him forever, as much as he does like you – amongst other complications and it's perhaps best to end it, but trust he'll give you something to remember him by; with long, passionate hours into the night in your room and clothes discarded on the floor.

vi. Fiore enjoys long conversations with you, how you see the world around you is so fundamentally different from his own, and your differing viewpoints keep his interest and attention. it's highly likely he can understand the language you speak, but you can't understand the writings and scripture that's written in the books in his world, so he would enjoy teaching you how to read it. it's undeniable by the feelings of deep affections he holds that it's more than friendship on his side. he doesn't visit often, but he writes letters. some of them are never sent. things he thinks should be said out loud, but won't (or can't) bring himself to do it.

vii. Inga never tells you of the violent conflicts and punishments he endures, but he doesn't always clean the blood and nurse the wounds effectively enough for you not to notice it anyway. he rarely talks about himself, preferring for you to do it instead. being in love with you is just being in another war with himself, and it's an easy victory (or defeat) to accept the hardship of loving someone so pure and worlds away from the source of all his pain. your presence to him is really the epitome of the phrase, "you gave me peace in a lifetime of war".

viii. realistically, Tsurugigozen has no interest in mingling with anyone that much of a lower status than himself. your unrequited yearning fuels his ego, but he keeps you at arms' length, not believing you to be worthy of him. yet he gets pissy when you lose interest due to his 'apathy' and he doesn't get the attention he expects from you, so he'll subtly degrade and make you feel small, but you won't let him get away with it, ("i thought god's angels were creatures of enlightenment, but now i see you're just some phoneys wearing stupid costumes!") and he's deserving of every nasty word – but one has to wonder why has he not just left if he really thinks of you as that insignificant. maybe he isn't as complex as he likes to think of himself as.

ix. Youran is a romantic in every sense of the word, it's possible he'll look at his surroundings with rose-tinted glasses and live in fantasy constructed of false ideals, ignoring all the macabre and the ugly. and you believe him too, with his kisses sweet as honey dew and words of romance like something from your collection of poetry books – but it is him who becomes lost in his own grandeur delusions and wringing you along, one of his comrades will likely have to remind him of the gravity of the situation and who it is he keeps sneaking off for not-so secret trysts under the moonlight and clear skies of stars. it is possible he'll be out of your life as abrupt as he came once the realization finally sinks in for him, making his presence feel like nothing more than a dream due to a fever. but it's certainly enough to leave a lasting ache and a hollow feeling because of it.

x. Aes doesn't remember the last time he really fell in love with someone – it could've been centuries or even eons ago because he's never really been the type to form romantic connections with anyone, but once he actually realizes it, it's an indescribable feeling of being at peace. the sweet blond angel, if only he could, would grant you immortality, but he would never want to subject you to the violence and bloodshed he's surrounded with daily, no matter if it's the devil's or his own god's world he's residing at said moment of time. he wonders of the possibility – if erasing your memories of him would ease his and your pain, knowing there isn't a reality out there where you could be together without a war in between, but he really doesn't want you to forget about him. in and outside the battlefield, his heart remains weak as always, and he himself can't deny it.

#funamusea #mogeko #deep-sea prisoner #okegom #dsp #angel x reader #taffy (mogeko)#the gray garden #angels of death #ficlets

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Do you have a list of your favourite essays/criticism on Wuthering Heights? I really enjoy your commentary. Thank you so much!!!

Thanks for your kind words ;)

I don’t exactly have a list but some good essays that I like:

“Emily Brontë In and Out of Her Time” - Nancy Armstrong

“A Modern Way With The Classic” - Frank Kermode

“Wuthering Heights” - Andrea Dworkin

“The Magnanimity of Wuthering Heights” - Joyce Carol Oates

Everything written by Graeme Tytler

“The Ellipses of Interpretation” - J. Hillis Miller

“Impossible Love and Commodity Culture in Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights” - Daniela Garofalo

The things written by Inga Stina-Ewbank

“Irresistible Narrative: The Art of “Wuthering Heights”” by Professor Douglas Jefferson

“Heathcliff as Fetish in “Wuthering Heights”” - Dana Medoro

“The Return to Heath” - Henry Staten

“Analyzing Wuthering Heights” (Book) - Nicholas Marsh

“The Structure of Wuthering Heights” - C. P. Sanger

Alex Tankard’s chapter on Linton Heathcliff in their book “Tuberculosis and Disabled Identity in Nineteenth Century Literature”

All 19th century book reviews

I like Erendiz Atasü and Neslihan Cangöz’s essays but they are in Turkish - but you can find quotes from them on my blog

I do not agree with everything in these essays, which is not possible anyway since they often have different interpretations. And I do have criticisms on most of them. But they are all good works I enjoyed reading. And I am sure I am forgetting some.

If you are writing a paper on Wuthering Heights Anon, I must warn you that most of the above essays are quite old, they tend to be from the second half of 20th century. You should probably quote from more recent works in a paper you are writing today.

#wuthering heights #asks #anonymous #wh asks

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tatort (TV 1970) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Inga Lürsen & Nils Stedefreund, Wilhelmine Klemm/Inga Lürsen Characters: Nils Stedefreund, Inga Lürsen, Helen Reinders, Wilhelmine Klemm Additional Tags: Tatort Bremen, Episode: Hochzeitsnacht, Stedefreund POV, Established Relationship, Coming Out, Meeting the Family, Male-Female Friendship, Mild Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 2 of Die Liebe ist ein Hemd aus Feuer Summary:

Nils versuchte, einfach weiter auf die Straße zu gucken. Er versuchte es wirklich, aber an der nächsten roten Ampel trafen sich ihre Blicke dann doch. „Ich hab jemanden kennengelernt“, sagte Inga. [...] „Aber Mama! Seit wann bist du denn lesbisch?“

#tatort bremen #tatort münster #nils stedefreund #my writing #fanfiction #wilhelmine klemm/inga lürsen

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The Top 40 Most Popular Operas, Part 3 (#21 through #30)

A quick guide for newcomers to the genre, with links to online video recordings of complete performances, with English subtitles whenever possible.

Verdi's Il Trovatore

The second of Verdi's three great "middle period" tragedies (the other two being Rigoletto and La Traviata): a grand melodrama filled with famous melodies.

Studio film, 1957 (Mario del Monaco, Leyla Gencer, Ettore Bastianini, Fedora Barbieri; conducted by Fernando Previtali) (no subtitles; read the libretto in English translation here)

Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor

The most famous tragic opera in the bel canto style, based on Sir Walter Scott's novel The Bride of Lammermoor, and featuring opera's most famous "mad scene."

Studio film, 1971 (Anna Moffo, Lajos Kozma, Giulio Fioravanti, Paolo Washington; conducted by Carlo Felice Cillario)

Leoncavallo's Pagliacci

The most famous example of verismo opera: brutal Italian realism from the turn of the 20th century. Jealousy, adultery, and violence among a troupe of traveling clowns.

Feature film, 1983 (Plácido Domingo, Teresa Stratas, Juan Pons, Alberto Rinaldi; conducted by Georges Prêtre)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI

Mozart's Die Entführung aus dem Serail (The Abduction from the Seraglio)

Mozart's comic Singspiel (German opera with spoken dialogue) set amid a Turkish harem. What it lacks in political correctness it makes up for in outstanding music.

Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, 1988 (Deon van der Walt, Inga Nielsen, Lillian Watson, Lars Magnusson, Kurt Moll, Oliver Tobias; conducted by Georg Solti) (click CC for subtitles)

Verdi's Un Ballo in Maschera

A Verdi tragedy of forbidden love and political intrigue, inspired by the assassination of King Gustav III of Sweden.

Leipzig Opera House, 2006 (Massimiliano Pisapia, Chiara Taigi, Franco Vassallo, Annamaria Chiuri, Eun Yee You; conducted by Riccardo Chailly) (click CC for subtitles)

Part I, Part II

Offenbach's Les Contes d'Hoffmann (The Tales of Hoffmann)

A half-comic, half-tragic fantasy opera based on the writings of E.T.A. Hoffmann, in which the author becomes the protagonist of his own stories of ill-fated love.

Opéra de Monte-Carlo, 2018 (Juan Diego Flórez, Olga Peretyatko, Nicolas Courjal, Sophie Marilley; conducted by Jacques Lacombe) (click CC and choose English in "Auto-translate" under "Settings" for subtitles)

Wagner's Der Fliegende Holländer (The Flying Dutchman)

An early and particularly accessible work of Wagner, based on the legend of a phantom ship doomed to sail the seas until its captain finds a faithful bride.

Savolinna Opera, 1989 (Franz Grundheber, Hildegard Behrens, Ramiro Sirkiä, Matti Salminen; conducted by Leif Segerstam) (click CC for subtitles)

Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana

A one-act drama of adultery and scorned love among Sicilian peasants, second only to Pagliacci (with which it's often paired in a double bill) as the most famous verismo opera.

St. Petersburg Opera, 2012 (Fyodor Ataskevich, Iréne Theorin, Nikolay Kopylov, Ekaterina Egorova, Nina Romanova; conducted by Mikhail Tatarnikov)

Verdi's Falstaff

Verdi's final opera, a "mighty burst of laughter" based on Shakespeare's comedy The Merry Wives of Windsor.

Studio film, 1979 (Gabriel Bacquier, Karan Armstrong, Richard Stilwell, Marta Szirmay, Jutta Renate Ihloff, Max René Cosotti; conducted by Georg Solti) (click CC for subtitles)

Verdi's Otello (Othello)

Verdi's second-to-last great Shakespearean opera, based on the tragedy of the Moor of Venice.

Teatro alla Scala, 2001 (Plácido Domingo, Leo Nucci, Barbara Frittoli; conducted by Riccardo Muti)

#opera #top 40 #21 through 30 #video #complete performances #english subtitles #il trovatore #lucia di lammermoor #pagliacci #die entfuhrung aus dem serail #the abduction from the seraglio #un ballo in maschera #les contes d'hoffmann #the tales of hoffmann #der fliegende holländer #the flying dutchman #cavalleria rusticana #falstaff #otello

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Wings of War Chapter 1 (Preview/Rough Draft)

Working on a HTTYD fic that (for now) is called Wings of War. I have a feeling it's going to take me a very long time to write and that I won't update super often, so I thought I would post bits and pieces while I'm working on it before I put polished chapters on AO3. Here's the (rough) beginning of Chapter 1:

This is Berk, a cold, rocky island surrounded by sea stacks and crashing waves, full of cliffs and towering evergreens through which the wind howls eerily at night and sings in the early hours of the dawn. Our island is dotted with wooden houses and mead halls, earthen huts and stone arenas, farms with turnips and cabbage, yak and sheep. Among these structures live our people: proud, strong Vikings in wool and leather, armed with iron and steel and of course…dragons.

A Monstrous Nightmare to be exact — a flash of midnight blue accented by a grey the same colour as the early morning sky. And on the dragon’s back are a young girl and her younger brother, screeching as they do their best not to fall to their deaths. They speed above and around the farms of the less-populated areas of Berk, startling farmers and their animals alike. An impossibly old man named Mildew nearly tumbles into a puddle but for the sheep at his back steadying him. He raises his fist in the air, cursing the unholy children who, after all these years, insist upon tormenting him with their blasted dragons.

Zephyr and Nuffink are already climbing too high into the air to hear the profanities being screeched up at them. If Moonscale weren’t doing her best to keep the tiny humans on her back from plummeting to their demise, she might give the wrinkly old human below a heated response. But luckily, they fly off and away to a forested area of Berk, leaving the villagers safe...for now.

On an average day in Berk, you can see Terrible Terrors delivering mail, Gronckles and Hotburples in forges, Changewings playing hide and seek with local children, Timberjacks ferrying people and goods to and from nearby islands. Our isle is home to all sorts.

And a girl trying to teach her brother to love flying. The day is not going quite as she planned.

“AAAAAAHHHHH ZEPHYR!” Nuffink shrieks. “We’re too high, too high!”

“Nuffink, I can’t see how high we are when you’re blinding me!” Zephyr pulls at the little hands that grasp desperately at her face.

“Ohgodsohgodsimagonnadie!”

“Nuffink, you’re not gonna—”

“Down! Please let me down!”

Zephyr tries again to gain control of the reigns, but pulls to hard and Moonscale banks to one side, huffing in frustration as Nuffink digs his heels to her flank. Soon, they dip too far and begin to spin. Nuffnk yells even louder, directly into Zephyr’s ear.

“AAAHHHH!”

Zephyr winces. “Nuffink you need to calm down! You’re freaking Moonscale out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Zephyr can see the blonde braids of Ingrid Ingerman, and beneath her, the purple and gold of her Deadly Nadder, Nightshade. They glide to Moonscale’s side. “I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Oh!” Zephyr shouts, “well that’s a lot of help now, thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” Ingrid replies flatly.

From behind them, Zephyr hears a soft voice, barely a whisper above the Autumn wind. Ingrid’s sister Inga is calling out, but too quietly for them to hear.

“What?” They yell in unison. Ingrid, more successfully than Zephyr, turns in her saddle to try and hear Inga’s words.

They are repeated in a louder, deeper voice from her brother Ingvar. “Look out!”

The two girls have but a moment to eye each other in confusion before they pull up sharply to avoid the suddenly taller treeline before them.

“Phew,” Zephyr exclaims in relief, but too quickly.

“I’m...I’m gonna throw up,” Nuffink wheezes.

Ingrid makes a face. “Oh gods, not again.”

Zephyr scowls at her. “Hey!”

Ingrid shrugs. “If you wanna scrub puke out of the seams of your saddle, be my guest! Just don’t ask me for help this time.”

Zephyr ignores her. “Hey,” she says over her shoulder to Nuffink, trying to yell above the wind in as calming a manner as possible, “we’re just going to find a clearing to land so you can—”

“No, no, no,” Nuffink pleads, his voice muffled against his sister’s back. “Not in the woods! Take me home, please!”

“What’s he so afraid of?” Ingvar asks in a voice that rivals his Thunderdrum. “The woods are just trees. And we have dragons.”

“The dragons make him more scared, muttonhead!” Zephyr snaps at him.

“Hmm,” Inga muses from the back of her pale blue Gronckle, finally close enough to be heard. “He doesn’t look to good, Zeph. Maybe we should land, just for a little bit.”

Zephyr hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. Then she feels her brother’s tears rolling onto her neck. She shakes her head before speeding back towards Berk’s centre.

The Ingerman triplets cast each other wary glances before taking off after her.

You will find an image of Vikings and dragons living in harmony, living and growing in a connection that has lasted for 20 years and will last many more. We defend each other, loyal to the end, integral part of each others’ lives. But the peace between the Vikings of Berk and dragons is not universal. Every so often, we face a new foe, whether it be dragon hunters, poachers, or even those who want to train dragons for nefarious means. They claw at the edges of Berk’s influence of our allies and the settlements we’ve built to house the many who flock to Berk, who see it as a beacon of light in the darkness.

“Nuffink, I need you to calm down, okay?” Zephyr tries again to be soothing as they near the village town square. They’re too high up to make out the little dots below, but she can tell that they’re farmers and merchants setting up their stalls for the day. She didn’t want any run-ins with villagers angry about her disruptive flying — she was becoming known for it. And if falling from her dragon didn’t kill her, then her mother would. “I’m just going to drop you off at home and then—ack!” Zephyr squeals as Nuffink clutches too tightly at her abdomen.

“Oh, Frey I looked down! I looked down, I looked down!”

And now it’s Zephyr’s turn to feel nauseous. She tries to pull away from her brother’s grasp but leans too far. Moonscale huffs in annoyance at her rider’s constantly changing desires but obeys the order she believes she’s been given.

The two Haddock children wail as the dragon dives directly towards the village below.

These conflicts leave many in need of a place to go, and so our borders extend past Berk, to the smaller islands around us, to new ones we’ve had to find. It has not been easy to keep everyone safe, to ensure fair treatment of humans and dragons alike in a community extending so far, but we must, for the alternative to extending our light is allowing the darkness to devour us all.

And what bearer of light is more formidable than a dragon?

Hiccup Haddock can’t help but smile as he reviews his entry for the day. He sits leaning beneath a tree on a hill, overlooking Berk. He woke early despite the heaviness of his eyes and limbs, wanting to get some writing done before the day’s responsibilities took him away from his passions.

“I think I outdid myself this time.”

The black dragon curled up by his side scoffs.

“Oh hush, Toothless, you can’t even read.”

Hiccup ducks as Toothless waves his tail at him.

Berk’s chieftain puts his hand to his head dramatically. “I am totally unappreciated in my time.”

Toothless warbles out a low laugh and rolls his eyes. Hiccup laughs along for a moment, before they are disturbed. They go quiet and almost in unison tilt their heads to the side as the sound of a fast-approaching yell increases, following by a gust of air that ruffles Hiccup’s hair and the pages of his journal. He yelps and accidentally drops his book and charcoal, then skitters after them as they nearly slide down the hill. Toothless sweeps his wing forward to prevent the book from tumbling further.

“Thanks, Bud,” Hiccup says. He straightens up, reaching out to lean on his dragon after the sudden movement elicits a painful popping noise from his spine. “Gah! What unholy goblins are speeding around like that at this hour of the morning?”

He squints into the distance and just barely makes out a pair of auburn braids, a mop of blonde hair, and a large, blue dragon.

His shoulders go slack. “Oh, goody. Those are my unholy goblins.”

#i hope the switches between the narration and action makes sense?#btw zephyr and nuffink are 13 and 10 here #httyd fanfic #httyd fanfiction #httyd #thw rewrite #httyd 3 rewrite #wings of war #i really like the ingerman triplets #i specifically love ingrid #shes my favourite

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mashpoll · 6 months

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Dear Mildred (s4 e8): While Col. Potter writes to his wife Mildred on their 27th wedding anniversary, Frank and Margaret seek a proper gift from a local artist and Radar gives Potter an even more special gift of a horse he convinced Hawkeye and B.J. to save.

Inga (s7 e17): A Swedish female doctor has a profound effect on the way both Hawkeye and Charles look at women.

#dear mildred #inga #season 4 #season 7 #round 3

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thinking about how alan alda wrote hawkeye as kinda worse or more ignorant than he was when other people were writing him?? like the entirety of ‘inga’, the entirety of ‘hey look me over’, and ‘in love and war’ when he suddenly didn’t understand living in poverty and migrating because of the war? in rewatching ‘in love and war’ something made me realize that he’s still just a middle class american in a foreign country

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U know I love Valoris!!!and I m quite new to it. I was going through tags on ao3 and as I had guessed,most of the fics contain a top! Boris stuff.seriously, top/bottom is not that important for me if the smut is written well but i think this fandom should've explored more of bottom! Boris cuz I think it's quite an interesting troop like boris, as the self confident power bottom and valery as this uncertain top who doesn't know how to properly bang him (lol). Or an unconventional omega! Boris. No one believes that he is an omega and his partners makes fun of him as if he is some kind of freak and then valery walks in the life of this unmated omega. Valery,an alpha who has been accidentally Harrasesd cuz of being mistaken for an omega!!ohh,non-traditional alpha/omega are my jam and that's why I m dropping this idea here.this fandom seems kinda dead to me. Hope that i would've joined it much earlier to interact with more people!!

Well my approach to top/bottom is that some pairings have clearly defined roles and some don't. For instance I do believe that Boris is an undeniable top in most people's headcanons/fics whereas, say, in Alexenk (Tetris) both Alexey and Henk could be top.

However one of my pet kinks is having the two partners switch at some point in their relationship. As you said, top/bottom is not that important if the smut is written well.

As for not having explored bottom!Boris as a fandom... yeah I feel you. Personally, I did intend to include a bottom!Boris chapter in my fic, and I got as far as giving hints that it *might* happen in future chapters.

Chapter 11.

“I’ll let you have mine,” the prime minister gestured towards his Medovik cake. “You boys have fun without me. Valery, can I hug you?”

Valery’s face went white as a sheet but the Premier quickly bent down and wrapped his arms around him, kissing both cheeks. Before letting go, Ryzhkov whispered in his ear.

“I’d give you the fraternal kiss as well but Boris said he’d make a necklace of my balls if I dared do that.”

They both smothered a laugh and Valery was grateful that they could share this tiny moment, a glimpse of what it would be like to be friends with that man.

Ryzhkov tightened his grip around him, his lips almost touching his ear. “A little word of advice,” he murmured. “Our boy likes to bottom occasionally.”

Valery felt his jaw drop, all the blood in his body rising to his cheeks.

“He likes…” Ryzhkov continued, “well… losing control when the pressure is too much. So many responsibilities on his shoulders, you understand. He won’t admit it at first but trust me, he will be thanking you later - with grateful tears.”

He gave Valery’s cheek one last kiss and before the scientist could utter a proper “goodbye”, he was gone.

And a sneak peek at my chapter 12 WIP:

“I’m sorry, Mr Petrov, but we must go,” Valery intervened grabbing Boris by the elbow. “We’ve had an exhausting day but I will be back for Inga, all right? Just a few more weeks.”

For all the fear of being caught, a rush of blood made Boris’ manhood twitch as hard fingers dug into his arm: there was something irresistible in the decisive touch that was bossing him around. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for this man, he realized, as the sudden image of Valery thrusting his assertiveness into him with whispered orders and sweet praise flashed through his brain.

"Valery as this uncertain top who doesn't know how to properly bang him" - Yeap, that's my headcanon of bottom!Boris right there. I can totally see Boris being the power bottom he is, at first being patient with Valery, amused and filled with tenderness because of his inexperience, then ordering him to fuck him harder. 😏

As for the fandom being "dead", well, that's in the eye of the beholder if you ask me.

@progressi9, @fuerst-von-argot and I will be going to Lithuania soon to spot HBO Chernobyl filming locations. Would be nice if we could turn this into a Valoris meet-up with the rest of the fans.

@johnlockismyreligion still writes Valoris fics (I'm finishing the illustration for her latest one as we speak).

@chernobylflowers is making Valoris vids non-stop and posting them on tiktok and Instagram.

@legasovas is always here to lend an ear and share her wit and wisdom on all things Legasov, same goes for @green-ann (more into the history of Chernobyl and spotting historical locations than Valoris themselves, but still active and super dedicated).

Finally, @fuerst-von-argot will assure you that you're not the only one who joined the fandom "late". 😋 And she's more passionate and dedicated than most people back in the day who were super active and created content but have now moved on. As I always say, being a Valoris fan is not a sprint, it's a marathon. She too sometimes feels she should have joined the fandom early on but hey, at least you guys dodged the childish discord dramaz among Valoris fans and, most importantly, the haters that used to literally rain fire on us. 😝

So enjoy this Phase 4 of the Valoris fandom. Maybe it's not as populated but at least you get to enjoy only what's important: the content itself.

And if the existing content seems not enough to you, or relevant, if it doesn't feel current anymore, this is your time to create Valoris content yourself, whether it's a collaboration or a solo project.

I assure you we'll be here for it. ✊☢🏭

#chernobyl #valoris #nikolai ryzhkov #valery legasov #boris scherbina #fanart #wip #ignorant hard working bastard #ao3 #18+ content #bottom boris

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