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Chinese GL Webseries & Shorts for the Wuxia-Uninclined
Have you ever wanted to venture into the world of Chinese GL webseries and short films, only to find yourself at a loss about where to begin, or intimidated by the unfamiliar tropes and terms of the wuxia genre?
Well, worry no more! Here's a selection of non-wuxia webseries and short films curated by yours truly. Now you too can enjoy the lavish costumes and location shoots of these Chinese productions, so rarely seen in F/F works outside of feature films and the occasional TV series~
By the way, these are all translated and subbed by the inimitable Douqi (@douqi7s), whose immense contribution to the English-language baihe fandom is surely in breach of anti-monopoly laws. Offer up your thanks at her Tumblr and Twitter!
At-a-glance list
Webseries:
Ye-Mu Season 2 (1 hr 20m total, 2023) - standalone
The Vampires (41m total, 2022)
Ye-Mu Season 1 (27m total, 2022) - standalone
The Lost World (1hr 5m total, 2023)
Short films - order corresponding to the pictures above:
A Tale of Yearning (5 mins, 2022)
"She Brought Colour Into My World" (2.5 mins, 2023)
"I'm Her Weapon" (3 mins, 2022)
Miss Shen and the Woman Warlord (6 mins, 2023)
Women's Script (5 mins, 2023)
The Caged Canary (5 mins, 2023)
The Beauty of the Law (6 mins, 2023)
Flowers Bloom; Flowers Wither (9 mins, 2022)
Commentary under the cut!
FYI, I've opted to link directly to the subtitled versions since they're probably more difficult to find than regular anime, TV series, movies etc. If a link is broken, please refer to Douqi's blog directly.
Important note for the uninitiated:
It’s a bit difficult to talk about canonicity in relation to live-action works made in the PRC, as things which would normally be used as evidence of canonicity all fall under the censorship regulations— explicit references to romantic relationships or queerness, declarations of love, kissing etc. are all off the table. So while these may not look canon in the most traditional sense, they are intended to be read as such and should certainly not be dismissed as queerbaiting or yuribait. Also, the creators can get very imaginative, so this is less of a problem than you may think – see the entries on Ye-Mu Season 2 and The Lost World in particular!
1. Ye-Mu Season 2 / 叶穆 2 (32 episodes / 1hr 20m total, 2023, dir. Zhang Zhiwei) - MyDramaList
(Note: Despite the name, Ye-Mu Season 2 is completely unrelated to the first season; the only thing the two share is the cast, crew, and focus on Penthouse-style melodrama.)
Determined to take revenge for her mother's death, Xu Baiqing (Sheng Wei) marries a wealthy and much older businessman in the hope of finding evidence to put him behind bars. But first she must assuage the suspicions of his cheerily hostile second daughter, moody youngest son, and estranged eldest daughter (Ye-Mu Zhixia, played by Wang Laoji), the latter of whom Xu Baiqing dated in university and who is currently seething at the sight of her former girlfriend marrying her father...
If you want to get a sense of the potential breadth of Chinese GL webseries, this is a pretty good place to start. It does a decent job of matching the tone and presentation of a melodrama you might catch on TV (and in fact looks higher-budget than some I can think of), while committing to something that can’t be done on TV yet— namely, featuring an F/F exes-to-stepmother storyline and delivering on the drama inherent in such a premise. Of particular note is how the framing and behaviour of Ye-Mu Zhixia is very much consistent with that of a male romantic lead; thanks to some clever writing, it’s basically impossible to deny the nature of her relationship with the main character. They don’t even lean on the plausible deniability afforded by the label of “friendship”— in fact, in an early scene she is incensed when the protagonist refers to her as “[her] only friend”. There are a few caveats – the main character ends up in a lot of scrapes that her ex-girlfriend has to save her from, the reveals are often rather unsurprising, and the story shifts more to a mystery focus around halfway – but it’s still worth checking out if a Korean-style melodrama with an F/F take on a romantic storyline sounds appealing.
(CW: violence, murder, attempted sexual assault)
Note: See The Lost World (below), from the same creative team, for an even more impressive example of Chinese GL pushing the limits of censorship.
Links: MEGA / Internet Archive (compilation)
2. The Vampires / 吸血鬼鬼盲盒 (7 episodes / 41m total, 2022, dir. Zhang Zhiwei) - MyDramaList
(Note: Spoilers for the first 15 minutes or so, because otherwise the summary would be “They end up locked inside with the monsters on board”, which wouldn’t tell you much more than the title already does)
Every night, Tianyue (Ye Miao/夜喵) has been having dreams about the mysterious cruise ship docked at the pier. Convinced that there is treasure hidden inside, she and her exorcist-cultivator girlfriend Xiao Ling (Wei Miao/微渺) sneak on board only to find that they are trapped there until the sun comes up. Things don’t seem too bad at first: although they run into two vampires – the cute, cheeky Xingming (Yang Fuyu) and her elegant mistress Su Tanya (Sheng Wei) – they are able to call a truce, on the condition that the humans help search the ship for the latter’s beloved (Fu Cha, played by Wang Laoji). But when Fu Cha wakes up without her memories, it is clear that something is terribly wrong, and that the ship and its inhabitants harbour more secrets than expected.
For a webseries, The Vampires takes a while to get started— it’s a bit difficult to tell what kind of story or indeed what kind of tone it’s going for just based on the somewhat campy and comedic first section. But after that wobbly beginning, it manages to pull itself together to tell a compelling – and sometimes genuinely tense – tale about a motley band of humans and vampires, and the truths they have to face together. While the ending is no happily-ever-after, I found it satisfying and hopeful, and surprisingly affecting. Also, a bunch of the characters have real polyam energy, and this is reflected in the narrative beyond mere flirting!
(CW: abusive parents)
Links - MEGA / Internet Archive (compilation) / YouTube (compilation)
3. Ye-Mu Season 1 / 叶穆 (12 episodes / 27m total, 2022, dir. Zhang Zhiwei) - MyDramaList
(Note: Ye-Mu Seasons 1 and 2 are standalone stories; each season is entirely self-contained and the second season is not a continuation of the first.)
The head of the Ye-Mu family has died, leaving the next generation to squabble over the inheritance. It's a web of secrets, lies, and hidden resentments, as the characters dig out old grievances and fresh accusations in a desperate attempt to one-up each other. They're tangled up together to an almost incestuous degree, and indeed, the F/F subtext here is the ambiguous relationship between eldest daughter Ye-Mu Nanzhu (Sheng Wei) and second daughter Ye-Mu Nanmo (Wang Laoji) (rest assured that they are at least not biologically related).
Those who prefer darker stories and don't mind the pseudo-incest or other content warnings will find a melodrama which makes good use of its short runtime to deliver on twists, turns, and an explosive - if tragic - conclusion. That being said, the story is about the family drama in general, so do note that while the relationship between Nanzhu and Nanmo is narratively important, it is not fleshed out in great detail and certainly not the focus of the series.
(CW: suicide, ableist trope (spoiler – disabled character turns out to have been faking it), ableist language)
Links - MEGA / Internet Archive (compilation)
4. The Lost World / 夏夜知道风的甜 (1hr 5m total, 2023, dir. Zhang Zhiwei) - MyDramaList
(Note: Spoilers for the purpose of flagging triggering content, as it’s particularly easy to trip into for this show. Also, some vague spoilers for later episodes in order to highlight in order to highlight the themes etc.)
This webseries feels like two shows smushed into one: apart from the very beginning, the first half is a gritty, bullying-focused take on university life, while the second is a true-blue romantic comedy (aside from one blip – see the note below for details). But even if you’re wary of the bullying, I would still recommend watching the back half – which is basically standalone – as it’s a very funny and heartfelt story about two childhood friends finally getting their act together. Without further ado, here’s two blurbs!
From episode 1 onwards: After saving a classmate from the class bully, popular college student Xia Huaichu (Yang Fuyu) is subjected to a lengthy harassment campaign by the latter. She is suddenly faced with having to protect her reputation in the face of false allegations and fake nudes– despite the fact that all she wants to do is focus on reconciling with another classmate, a high school best friend whom she had previously lost touch with (Mu Qingfeng, played by Wang Laoji).
From episode 14 onwards: Childhood friends Xia Huaichu (Yang Fuyu) and Mu Qingfeng (Wang Laoji) are caught in a weird gay purgatory where each has feelings for the other, and suspects that the other has feelings for them too. But both are exceedingly stubborn and want the other one to take the initiative in confessing, leading to ridiculous displays of I-don’t-care-isms and lots and lots of UST. (Does anybody use that term anymore??)
As you may have guessed, I’m not too keen on the first part of this show, nor the decidedly unnecessary attempted rape segment, though that’s partly on me for not checking the content warnings beforehand. And yet I’m very glad to have stuck with it, because the second half is not only hilarious, but also a masterclass in censorship-dodging that needs to be seen to be believed. Not just in terms of the suggestive scenes, of which there are many, either— the story is literally about two women starting a relationship and having to reckon with parental disapproval, homophobia, and other obstacles which platonic friends wouldn’t have to deal with. I honestly don’t know how this ever got approved, and can only applaud. Bravo.
Note: For those who want to avoid the triggering content, I’d recommend starting at episode 14, but make sure to skip episodes 19 and 20 as there is a foiled rape attempt.
(CW for entire series: bullying (incl. violence, fake nudes), sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, fatphobic language, homophobia
CW for episodes 14-24: attempted sexual assault in episodes 19-20, homophobia)
Links - MEGA / Dropbox
SHORT FILMS
Quick note: Click on the English titles for the subtitled versions, and the Chinese titles (which are really just the video titles) for the originals. And yes, although the majority of these are shampoo commercials, they really do hold up as short films in their own right. Give them a try, you might be surprised!
A Tale of Yearning / 一见误终生，不见终生误 (5 mins, 2022, dir. Liu Yun Rui/流云蕊) – A bittersweet story about a literature-minded young woman (Sheng Wei) and a Chinese opera performer (Ai Ye) who bond over their love of fiction, only to be torn apart by harsh reality. Tragic ending, but I liked the more literary turn of the dialogue. Shampoo ad. (CW: homophobia)
“She Brought Colour Into My World” / “她走后，我的世界又失去了颜色” (2.5 mins, 2023, dir. Zou Hui Qu Le/走回去了) – A very restrained short film (actually, more like a music video) set during the late Qing era, wherein a sheltered young woman (Xiao Yu Za/小宇咂) falls for her female neighbour, recently returned from studying abroad (Sheng Wei). Lovely use of music and visuals to create a dreamlike atmosphere. Tragic ending. Not a shampoo ad.
“I’m Her Weapon” / 我是你手里的一把刀 (3 mins, 2022, dir. Liu Yun Rui/流云蕊) – A moody, interior piece about an assassin (Ai Ye) who yearns for some sign of affection from her handler (Sheng Wei), only to be left devastated by her new assignment. Surprisingly not a shampoo ad.
Miss Shen and the Woman Warlord / 我们是孤独行走的钟，但也要做敲响希望的钟 (6 mins, 2023, dir. Liu Yun Rui/流云蕊) – I’d like to describe this as being inspired by the story of Mai Jia’s novel The Message and the aesthetics of Kawashima Yoshiko (1990), but most Tumblr users would probably find those references deeply unhelpful. Basically, a female spy (Sheng Wei) disguises herself as a male soldier and infiltrates the mansion of a Republican warlord. There, she meets the warlord’s daughter (Ai Ye), who quickly realises that there is more to the promising young officer than meets the eye. Shampoo ad.
Women’s Script / 纵使“科考”无��子，无碍红袖书香，星辰有光 (5 mins, 2023, dir. Liu Yun Rui/流云蕊) – While sailing down a river, a girl (Zhi Chun He/至春禾) catches sight of a woman writing poetry on the riverbank (Sheng Wei), and is fascinated by both her beauty and her flaunting of the rules against women’s literacy. Shampoo ad. (CW: domestic violence)
The Caged Canary / 如果这是一场骗局，那我也只愿意输给你 (5 mins, 2023, dir. Liu Yun Rui/流云蕊) – The protagonist (Ai Ye) is sent by her parents to beguile a wealthy young man into marriage, but ends up developing feelings for his modern-woman sister (Sheng Wei) instead. Shampoo ad. (CW: attempted sexual assault)
Flowers Bloom; Flowers Wither / 她们一个被铁链禁锢，一个被男装束缚，直到救赎彼此 (9 mins, 2022, dir. Qian Li Min/千里明) – Takes the romance between a cross-dressing noblewoman (Du Ruo/杜若) and her supposedly-mad stepmother (Rou Lian Cheng/肉脸橙) to tell a story about the restrictions placed on women in historical times, and how resistance, even when futile, can still have meaning. Tragic ending, obviously. Not a shampoo ad. (CW: domestic violence, misogyny, accidental misgendering, gender dysphoria)
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About
I translate and subtitle things from Chinese to English (mainly baihe/GL), write original fiction, and make the occasional fanvid (do people still say fanvid).
This post will be regularly updated with things I've perpetrated done.
Where Else You Can Find Me
Twitter: douqi7s
Wordpress (translations, original fiction, random bits and pieces): douqi.blog
YouTube (subtitles for webdramas, short films and audio dramas): douqi7s
Translations
Purely by Accident, a baihe novel by Leng Qian Shan (ongoing)
Couple of Mirrors, a (mostly) text translation of the manhua based on the drama of the same name (complete)
Couple of Mirrors Novel Extra, a translation of the extra written for the Couple of Mirrors novelisation (complete)
For smaller translation projects, see this page.
Subtitling Projects
Purely by Accident, a baihe audio drama based on the novel of the same name (ongoing)
Legend of Yunqian, a GL xianxia mini webdrama (complete)
Legend of Yunze (Season 1, Season 2 and Special), a GL xianxia mini webdrama (complete)
Led Astray by Love, a GL historical/transmigration mini webdrama (complete)
The Vampires, a GL vampire-themed mini webdrama (complete)
A Practical Guide to Being a Superstar's Assistant, a GL entertainment industry mini webdrama (complete)
Ye-Mu (aka Wicked Wealthy Women), a soap opera-style mini webdrama (complete)
Ye-Mu 2, a soap opera-style mini webdrama (complete)
A Flower for Three Lifetimes, a xianxia mini webdrama (complete)
Nü Er Hong, a wuxia mini webdrama (complete)
The Calabash Siblings, a mini webdrama based on the animated series of the same title (complete)
Various GL MVs
Various GL short films
Original Fiction
What If They Had a War, and Nobody Came?, a GL wuxia/historical short story
Editorial Work
I have provided or am currently providing editorial support for the following projects:
Reading the Remnants, a translation of the baihe novel Wen Guan by Qi Xiao Huang Shu (ongoing)
Exploring an Empty Tomb, a translation of the baihe novel Tan Xu Ling by Jun Sola (ongoing)
Burn, a translation of the baihe novel Shao by Chu Dao (ongoing)
Mosquito Bite, a translation of the baihe short story Wenzi Bao by Agent3144 (complete)
Drowning Sorrows in Raging Fire, a translation of the danmei manhua Lie Huo Jiao Chou, based on the novel of the same title by priest (ongoing)
第九宫的吉迪恩, a translation of the science fiction novel Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (complete)
第九宫的哈罗, a translation of the science fiction novel Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (complete)
第九宫的诺娜, a translation of the science fiction novel Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (complete)
赛克斯博士的神秘研究, a translation of the science fiction short story The Mysterious Study of Doctor Sex by Tamsyn Muir (complete)
尚未发送, a translation of the science fiction short story As Yet Unsent by Tamsyn Muir (complete)
Curation and Recommendations
List of recommended baihe novels
List of Chinese GL short films
last updated: 23 July 2023
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not even lying when i say this is one of the hottest women i’ve seen in my fucking life
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₊ ⊹ . ݁ sex worker!suguru geto x rich girl!reader ₊ ⊹ .
⊹ tags: nudity; post-sex; slightly angsty; au
:about: you grew up in a supremely wealthy household, but that came with a price. you've never had control over your own life, and now your father is set to marry you off. distraught by the news, you decide to call your contact for comfort.
:note: I don't know why but I've been thinking about this au a lot recently and I'm completely obsessed. I have so many aus for my faves and really wanted to spend some time exploring them more!
wc: 1,067
"an arranged marriage, huh?" suguru whispers, his sharp eyes dipping to your naked chest while his delicate fingers carefully push the bedsheet further down to your hips.
you inch a little closer into his frame, soaking in the outlines of his chiseled torso and bring one finger to trace little shapes on his broad shoulder. your brows furrow with annoyance, "yeah, you ever heard of the zenin family?"
suguru scoffs, breaking character for only a second. it's something that you've started noticing recently. that he doesn't hold his reactions around you as tightly as he used to. the front of this alter ego that he created has started to falter, but you find yourself drawn to the person existing underneath the mask of the seducer.
you sigh, "my father thinks naoya zenin is a perfect match for me."
an uneasy expression flickers across suguru's face, but he suppresses it before allowing it to linger.
you lift yourself up onto your elbow and rest your head on your palm. "what is it?"
suguru mimics your position, his large hand gliding back and forth over the slope of your hips and waistline. it sends goosebumps all over your body, your mind going back to the first time when you met him in person.
you still vividly remember his reaction. the way his eyes widened, and the quirk of his brow as he addressed you.
"you're young," he blurted.
"we're around the same age," you replied defensively, already feeling insecure for having hired him after you spent weeks watching his videos. you didn't even know about his house calls until you heard it from a source within your social circle. " is this how you greet all your clients?"
suguru boldly checks you out, "my other clients don't look like you..."
over time you learned that he catered to a specific demographic: older divorcees and cheating housewives.
the person you might turn into twenty years from now if this marriage goes through.
a knot forms in your stomach.
"I've heard that naoya..." suguru explains, pinching the pads of his fingers lightly against your flesh before leaning forward to kiss the crease between your brows. "can be a handful to deal with..."
you thread your fingers around his neck, your lips finding his jaw where you return a kiss. "and who told you that?" you murmur, as the weight of suguru's body rolls on top of yours.
a wicked smile ticks at the corners of his lips, and you're staring at his devastatingly handsome face from below. the longer you spent time with him the more you began to wonder about his circumstances.
the same thought constantly crosses your mind time and time again.
suguru could truly be anything he wanted but instead he was here making a killing off of fucking lonely women and making porn videos.
you aren't here to judge his choices, but you can't help but feel puzzled by the situation.
his smile gives you the answer. his source regarding naoya zenin thanks to a client, but suguru has a confidentiality policy and shares nothing about the other women he beds.
you shiver when his mouth meets your neck, his lips sucking along the tender skin that sends goosebumps all over your chest but there's an ache in your heart when you consider that if it wasn't for the signed cheque in your purse, he wouldn't even be here in the first place.
not a single man you've met in the world compares to suguru. not only was he beautiful beyond comprehension, but he had striking charm and was extremely smart. you found yourself enjoying his company beyond physical purposes, and conversations with him turned out to be one of your favorite ways to pass time.
"think we'll still get together when you're a missus?" he teases, his lips trailing lower to your collar bones and hovering just a above your breasts covered with the hickeys that he's left.
the thought of getting married makes you sick.
"do you peg me as a terrible wife? a woman who would happily cheat on her husband?" you question, your voice small and trembling when suguru circles his lips around your hard nipple.
he hums, drawing out a whimper when he nips at the bud lightly.
"no," he answers, his voice dropping an octave and your mind swirls when you contemplate if that strange tone is actually jealousy. he rests his chin on your chest, his inky hair framing his face in a waterfall of obsidian. "I do, however, peg naoya as a terrible husband"
you sink your fingers into his locks. "it doesn't matter who my father chooses, they are all the same. naoya is no worse than the rest. I'm trapped regardless..."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," suguru responds sincerely, the sweetness in his voice the reason why your eyes prick with tears.
you sniffle, using your free hand to wipe away a rogue droplet freely falls down your cheek. suguru softens his expression, adjusting his position so he was laying by your side. he doesn't say anything but draws you into his chest for a hug, enveloping you in his warmth. you try hard not to consider the reality of the situation, and accept the gesture freely as you cuddle against him.
the moment of peace is interrupted by a loud vibration. you and suguru both perk up to stare at his phone buzzing on the side table.
your heart sinks.
another client.
suguru reaches his arm around to grab the phone, and you close your eyes as you inhale his natural scent, trying to soak him in for as long as you can. but to your surprise he simply switches it off, and wraps his arm back around you to return to his position.
"you sure you don't need to take that?" you mumble, trying to play off your disappointment as casually as possible.
"I'm booked out for the rest of the evening," he answers nonchalantly, "there's no reason to respond."
a flutter in your belly sends a tingle all over your skin. "but...your cheque only covers the hours we agreed on..."
two fingers touch the underside of your chin, and suguru tilts your head up so you were both face to face again. "don't worry about it, doll," he consoles, his thumb lightly outlining your bottom lip, "this is on the house."
#geto x reader#geto x you#geto x female reader#geto x ofc#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto x you#geto angst#geto fluff#suguru geto angst#suguru geto fluff#hurt/comfort#jujutsu kaisen fanfiction#jjk fanfics
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Red Blooded Patriot
Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader
Summary: it’s 1778, the American Revolution is in full effect. Y/N is the daughter of a wealthy land owner & loyalist in New Jersey just right outside New York City. While her father is a loyalist she’s a closeted patriot. During one her home gets caught in the cross fire & she’s rescued by a masked red coat carrying an axe
Warnings: this is just pure filth so idk what warnings to put tbh
Weehawken, New Jersey 1778
There Y/N sat rocking away in her rocking chair overlooking the New York harbor. Fanning herself to keep cool in the heat. She adjusted herself as her corset was starting to create a smaller layer of sweat. It was June, & the humidity was atrocious. A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned to look at her father. The Baron smiled back at his daughter, she was one of the most beautiful women in the colonies. The men in the village would often stop their tasks to watch her walk by. Her innocence was radiating off of her, as she was a newly turned woman. The one thing the Baron was struggling to find was a eligible bachelor for his daughter. Most of men that he found somewhat suitable were dowry chasers. It was causing quite an issue for him as he was getting older & nearly lost his life to the flu last winter.
There moment was interrupted by the sound of canon fire in the harbor. Soon musket fire was heard in the distance. The Baron called out to his workers in the field to drop their tasks & find shelter in the house. He didn’t want any of them losing their lives, some of their servitudes would be paid off shortly & he wanted them to live. Y/N quickly gathered some of the smaller children of the workers & they started to all gather inside the home. Now with a musket in his hand her father made everyone get into the cellar.
“Y/N, my dear,” He said grabbing her head in his hands. “Whatever you do, do not open the door. I’m going to quickly get where I keep the extra gun powder & musket balls.” She nodded & hugged him tightly. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks as she watched him leave. The musket fire grew louder & closer. She ran to a window to see what was happening. Crimson red coats started to appear on the wood line. She gasped & watched as some patriots started to run towards the house.
“Dear God.” She whispered as the patriots started break in the door. Absolutely petrified, she took off running towards the kitchen & out the back door. The sound of war was raging behind her & it was deafening. With her skirts in hand she tried to run as fast as she possibly could. She accidentally tripped on the hem of one of her petticoats & fell twisting her ankle. Sobbing out & screaming for help her cries fell on deaf ears. A ragged man in a blue tattered coat appeared out from behind a tree & Y/N spotted him. “Oh sir please help!” She sobbed out. “My ankle I can’t move it.” He had a wicked grin on his face.
“You’re the Baron’s daughter right?” He asked with a wicked tone. A chill ran down her spine, his man was not here to help her.
“Yes.” She replied. “But my ankle sir, please help.” She begged.
“Oh I’ll help with your ankle as long as you help me.” He replied. Her eyes widened knowing what he was insinuating as grabbed his crotch. She let out a ear piercing scream for help as he threw himself on top of her.
Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley had been across the field on horseback when he heard the scream. He had gained quite the reputation over the past year. His nickname, “Ghost” was given to him by the patriots his stealth & aim made him a feared man on the battlefield. He even started to don a mask to help conceal his identity.
“Cmon Riley,” He commanded & his horse took off towards where he had heard the scream. He noticed a couple of yards away a young woman was lying down on the ground. Clearly fearful & trying to fend off the advances of the patriot soldier on top of her. He grabbed the axe he had become infamous for using from his belt. The neigh of his horse drew the attention of both the woman & the patriot soldier. Before the soldier could even react Simon rode up on him & swoop down with the axe hitting him directly in the chest. The woman let out another ear piercing scream as the man’s blood splattered all over her floral dress. The patriot got up stumbling & groaned then lolled over in the grass, axe still in his chest. “Woah, boy.” Simon commanded as he tugged on Riley’s reigns.
Y/N now covered in blood was sobbing even louder. Her ankle was in excruciating pain & she was still trying to process what had happened. She heard the neigh of a horse & looked up. The man who had murdered the patriot was getting off of his horse. Her sobbing grew quieter as she watched him remove the axe from the man’s sternum with a crunch. Then he started to make his way over to her, panic started to course her veins. She tried to get up but groaned out after trying to put pressure on her ankle. With eyes closed she shuttered at that thought she too was to have the bloodied axe lodged in her chest. She felt his presence as he squatted down to look at her. Still shaking from fear, she opened her eyes. The masked red coat was staring right into her eyes.
“Are you alright miss?” He asked out of genuine concern. She shook her head no afraid to speak. “I bear no ill will, I just heard your cry for help & rode over.” He explained.
“Oh thank the lord,” she replied clutching the cross that rested upon her cleavage. “My ankle is broken I believe, I can’t get up.” She stated. The battle seemed to have started to die off as the sounds of musket fire started to dwindled.
“Let me take a look,” he said & grabbed her ankle. She hissed out in pain as he started to twist her ankle to examine it. “It’s not broken thankfully, but it’s definitely sprained.” He explained. “Let me take you the house where we’re being quartered for proper medical aid.” Simon placed the axe in a hostler on his belt & scooped the woman up in his arms. He walked over to were Riley was, Y/N holding her arms around his neck for dear life. He placed her on his saddle sideways then mounted his horse. With one hand on Y/N’s waist & one hand on the reigns they started towards the estate. She blushed how close she was to him, & how his hand held onto her waist so tightly. Y/N was familiar with the estate as it was a friend of her father’s.
Once there Simon hopped off of Riley, & carried Y/N into the house. They were greeted by the gentleman that owned the property & she was immediately brought upstairs to one of the bed chambers. Simon placed her down on the bed & one of the maids started to tend to her.
“I’ll come back up later to see how you’re doing,” He said, & turned away to go back downstairs to brief General Cornwallis.
“Wait,” Y/N choked out. “I never got your name.” He stopped in his tracks & turned around.
“Lieutenant Riley miss,” He replied with a bow. “And you?”
“My name is Y/N L\N.” She replied.
“I’ll be back up just after we’ve finished dinner.” After the maids had gotten her out of the blood stained dress & tended to her ankle they started to draw her a bath. Lord knows she needed one desperately. She needed to wash away whatever she had experienced today, except Simon. The masked lieutenant intrigued her. Being a gentle woman of society she never really had any experience with men other than suitors her father picked out for her. To see a man so rugged but yet so powerful save her swirled around her head.
She rested further up against the cloth draped tub. The view from the bed chamber she was in was immaculate. It overlooked the Hudson River & into Manhattan. Mixed with the candles surrounding her created the perfect ambiance for relaxation. One of the maids came in to pour more hot water into her bath, & even sprinkled in some citrus scent. Y/N was so enamored with the view she didn’t even notice the sound of a knock at the door, & the handle turning.
Simon had just finished his dinner, & had full intentions of going upstairs to check on the woman he had rescued. His fellow officers teased him a bit about his worry, & made crude comments about him deflowering her. He stood at her bed chamber door & knocked. No response. He tried again but again silence. He knew better then to walk in on a lady, but his anxiety was eating him alive to know how she was doing. As soon as he opened the door he regretted it. There was she was admiring the view from her window, naked in a bath tub.
Y/N felt a presence behind her, & thinking it was a maid turned around. To her shock there stood Lieutenant Riley.
“Oh my-“ She gasped & cupped her bare breasts trying to conceal her bosom. She was thankful her bottom half was conceal by the water & tub.
“Oh miss I do apologize.” He stammered out. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I best be leaving.”
“No wait!” Y/N said & sunk lower into the tub. “Stay, just close the door behind you.” He closed the door & locked the knob then took a seat on the sofa that sat in the middle of the room facing the lit fireplace. He could feel his trousers getting tighter as he took in the sight of the young woman. She looked ethereal like, those Grecian painting of Aphrodite or nymph. “You were right about my ankle. It’s a sprain.” Y/N said. He was still absolutely speechless at the sight in front of him. She rest her arms on the edge of the tub & laid her head down. “Why do you wear that mask?” She asked.
“To conceal my identity,” Simon replied. “I want to leave a peaceful life off the battlefield. I’ve taken many men’s lives in combat & I don’t want to die being avenged for some patriot.”
“I understand,” Y/N replied. “I just wish I could see your face, you saved me I have no one to avenge.” She bit her lip & that nearly set him over the edge.
“That’s true,” Simon replied gulping. “I mean it is kind of hot in here.” He said. “To hell with it.” He said & started to remove the mask some of the strings got tangled & he was clearly struggling to undo the knots.
“Come her silly,” She said & motioned for him to come over. Simon walked over to the tub trying to not look over the edge & kneeled down with his back turned to her. She very easily undid each knot & finally the mask was removed. He turned around & she let out a quiet gasp.
“What?” He replied confused as to what she was gasping at. His dirty blonde hair was all messed up & his cerulean eyes started back at her. She ran a wet hand over his cheek.
“You’re very handsome.” She replied blushing, taking in her very vulnerable state. Simon still fully dressed in his officers uniform & her nude as the day she was born. “Why don’t you join me?” She asked motioning to the tub. Her boldness surprised the both of them. It was almost as if Aphrodite herself took over.
“Oh I can’t-“ Simon started. He was cut by her standing up displaying her full wet figure to him. Her breasts were so plump & round they sat beautifully on her chest. His eyes trailed down to her well kept pubic area & took in the sight of her pussy. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her left breast.
“I want you to join me.” She said & squeezed his hand on her breast. He pulled his hand away & started to take off his boots then the rest of his officers uniform. He climbed into the bath & took in the hot water. Hell he couldn’t remember the last time he took a hot bath, even the officers for the British army weren’t granted the luxury of hot bath water. Y/N scooted over towards him & he placed his hands on her waist pulling her in against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck & pulled him in for a deep kiss. His manhood was resting up against her inner thigh & was teasing her with every little movement. When they both came up for air she decided to drop the bombshell.
“Lieutenant, there’s something you should know,” she started. “I’m a virgin.” He was surprised she was a wealthy young woman who was waiting for a man to be suitable for her father. The most she had probably done was kiss a man.
“That’s alright,” he replied. “But do you want this?”
“Yes,” She replied softly kissing him again. He brought one hand down to start playing with her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips at the new sensation. “What are you doing?” She gasped out.
“I’m getting you ready for me,” he replied. “It’ll hurt more if I don’t darling.” He pushed one finger into her virgin cunt & started to pump. She whimpered into his shoulder & gripped into his biceps.
“Lieutenant, Christ.” She moaned. He kept pumping his finger in & out then added a second one. She let out an even louder whimper & he clamped a hand over her mouth.
“We can’t have that love now can we?” He asked. “Lord knows what they’d all do if they knew I was about to deflower you.” He pulled his fingers out & then helped her adjust her hips so it was right over his cock. “Now you still want to do this?” He asked for reassurance.
“Yes, I want this,” she whispered.
“It may hurt a bit love,” He explained. “We’ll take it little by little, okay?” She nodded in reply. He held his cock straight & helped her push down slowly. The pressure & the wonderful ache between her legs was euphoric. A small whimper escaped her lips as little by little she sank lower. Then they reached her hymen. “This may hurt the most love.” He said as he felt he barrier. “Remember little by little.” Slowly she felt him pop her cherry. She felt her barrier rip causing a painful sensation to shoot through her body. Her head was practically hidden in Simon’s neck as he finally pushed all the way in.
“You’re so big, Jesus.” She mumbled into his neck. He chucked a bit at her comment causing a vibrating sensation to make his cock twitch in her.
“I’m going to start moving you up & down love,” He said & slowly started to pull her up & down on his cock. The tight sensation of her virgin pussy made him grit his teeth. “Sweet mother of Mary.” He hissed as she slowly bounced up & down. The water around them sloshed the more she moved. His eyes darted down to her chest were her breasts were bouncing up & down. He brought his hands up to them & started to play with them. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the new sensation.
“You close love?” He asked as he took in the view of her. Her body radiated under the candle light.
“Oh God yes,” She sighed. “I’m about to-“ She cut herself off as she released all over him. He kept bouncing her up & down helping her through her orgasm.
“Darling I’m close to,” He grunted. It had been months since he had been with a woman, let alone a virgin. She was squeezing him so tightly. “Lord I’m about to release as well.” He groaned. He felt his cock start to twitch inside of her as he painted her cervix white. She fell into his chest & he wrapped his armed around her. They both smiled at each other & share little intimate kisses.
“Miss I have some warm water oh my-,” One of the maids started as she walked in on you two. “Oh I’ll be back later.” She said clearly embarrassed by intruding & closed the door. The two of you started to laugh a little at the situation.
“The whole house will know what we’ve done by the morning.” Simon stated.
“Oh why’s that?” Y/N asked.
“She’s a terrible gossip.” He replied kissing her shoulder.
#call of duty#cod imagines#ghost call of duty#cod masterlist#ghost x y/n#cod modern warfare#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost x reader#ghost smut#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#ghost simon riley#call of duty smut#simon ghost x you#simon riley x female reader#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x y/n
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a storytime story. Not my story, it's my friend's, but she doesn't go here so I'm sharing for her. We'll call her Mara. Mara is a high-femme, lovely queer girl from a wealthy family in the southern US, but when I met her she'd been living in California for many years, chugging through her postgraduate education in Women's Studies. She rarely went home, because being at home was always a bit of a fraught experience: not unendurable (because to most heteronormative casual viewers the radiant queerness of a high-femme is pretty much indistinguishable from a quirky beauty queen waiting for the right football quarterback to sweep her off her feet), but still--not the most fun. Yet every once in a while, Mara would have a fit of 'dutiful daughter'-itis, and go home to mend some fences and keep some peace.
Mara's mother had often asked her to come with her to philanthropic events, but Mara had always said no. On this trip, however, Mara's mother had purchased a full table as an event sponsor, and she cajoled Mara into going with her. For those of you who haven't ever attended such an event, they are all different, and yet terrifyingly all the same (and I say this not as an attendee, but as an event-runner for various nonprofits; an event-runner who, fair warning, hates everything about these events, and this part of nonprofit work). There is some form of lower-calorie food (chicken or fish on greens with a very light citrus-fruit dressing is de rigeur, along with some sort of fruit-based airy parfait served in the smallest and most elegant glasses imaginable for dessert), usually an emcee (occasionally entertaining, but always inoffensive to the assembled guests), sometimes speakers (high-profile or famous women on a local or national level depending on the 'get' of the organization in question, or extremely well-spoken young people or teens for youth-serving organizations--with the youth in question being very carefully coached), and an 'ask'--the fundraising portion of the event, where the wealthy attendees compete with the rest of their friends and enemies in the social scene to be the most gracious and beneficent person in the room.
And there is gossip. So much gossip.
Poor Mara knew enough to expect some of this (mostly due to listening to me complain bitterly about how awful these events are), but there were aspects for which she was completely unprepared. Her mother had filled her sponsorship table with all of her closest friends, and the 'social hour' before the event started in earnest was a haze of white wine and a constant stream of excessively perfumed women dressed in full southern socialite chic, coming by the table to air-kiss cheeks and say how it's been ages since they've seen each other and what a darling ensemble, where on earth did you get it? and who does your hair now?--you must tell me, it's simply scrumptious--you look incredible, we really must do lunch some time soon--
...and the moment the woman or women in question moved on, the table, as a whole, in excited, urgent-whispered voices, would drag the everloving fuck out of every single lady they'd just been gushing over.
"Did you see how botched her last lift was? I hardly recognized her--I'm surprised she recognized me, with her eyes yanked back like that--" "so terrible, but she did go to the cheapest surgeon in town--husband has money troubles, you know--"
"Didn't expect to see her here, but I suppose you have to go somewhere to show off that large a collection of paste jewels--" "oh, stop, you wicked girl! But you're right, of course--and she gives herself such airs, like we don't all know--"
"Poor dear looks exhausted--apparently keeping up with her pool boy isn't easy at her age--" "Can't say that I blame her; that Carlos, have you seen him? Of course, she's hardly his only client. I've been dying for a pool, but my Henry just won't--"
"Quite a plucky little attitude for someone whose husband just left her for his twenty-two year old secretary--" "And after she put him through college and law school--I heard she's not even going to get to keep the house. She really should have sprung for a better lawyer--"
"I can't believe she still thinks she can fit into that dress, with all the weight she's packed on--" "Truly grotesque--just ghastly! Seems like last summer at the fat farm didn't do her as much good as one would have hoped--"
::giggle:: ::giggle:: ::giggle::
Mara was horrified, sitting there with a bland, polite smile frozen on her face, with her white gloves and vintage pillbox hat and charming little clutch bag, her seamed stockings and her kitten heels and her classic red lipstick and pin-curls (because in true unquenchable femme spirit, she had taken this occasion as an opportunity for dress-up, an opportunity for fun and play and sexy whimsy--a Gene-Tierney-does-pin-up-girl kind of vibe), utterly unable to see how to extricate herself from this terrible situation.
Another woman glided away from the table, coyly waving heavily-beringed fingers. "Yes, Darling," Mara's mother said, coyly waving back. "See you soon! Kiss-kiss! Love to Laurent!" She sat down and hissed to the cabal at the table: "Ha! Her husband just gave her an STD."
The woman to Mara's left leaned forward excitedly. "Really? Two-door or four-door?--wait, if it was the latest Aston Martin, I'm going to literally perish of envy--"
And that was the tipping point--Mara fled. Walked until she found a suitably divey coffee shop. Had a coffee and a slice of peach pie, and flirted with a soft Butch waitress until the world seemed less dire.
#storytime tumblr#'Mara' - thank you for sharing your story with me and letting me share it with others#because it's hilarious and so accurate#and i'm so glad you made it home after this ordeal#seriously though - fundraising events are the fucking worst#rare ass personal post
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Bartender
Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Melbourne, there lived a handsome and charismatic 30-year-old bartender named Jake. With his chiseled jawline, muscular physique, and contagious smile, he was adored by many in the gay community. Known for his exceptional bartending skills and his clever wit, Jake had established his very own bar in the heart of a thriving gay area.
Jake's daily routine was a testament to his dedication to fitness and self-care. Every morning, he would hit the gym, sculpting body his to perfection. After an intense workout, he would grab his surfboard and spend the afternoon riding the waves, basking in the glory of nature's beauty. A healthy lunch, filled with vibrant and nutritious ingredients, would replenish his energy before he prepared his bar for the bustling night that lay ahead.
As charming as he was, Jake had a mischievous side. He loved to tease and flirt with wealthy men, knowing that they would willingly shower him with luxurious dinners and expensive gifts. He relished the attention the and temporary financial security it provided. Occasionally, he even had a sugar daddy who paid his rent for a few months, but he never let any of these men get too close.
However, fate had a different plan in store for Jake. Deep down, he longed for genuine a connection, someone who would see past his enticing exterior and appreciate the person he was inside. Little did he know that his desire for a substantial relationship would lead him down an unexpected path.
One day, Jake met a handsome man named Ethan. Tall, with piercing blue eyes and a charismatic personality, swept Ethan Jake off his feet. In an attempt to win Jake's affection, Ethan showered him with lavish dinners and gifts, just as many others had done before. Jake played hard to get, enjoying the luxury Ethan's affections offered but resisting commitment.
Unbeknownst to both Jake and Ethan, there was another man, Ryan, who had also fallen for Jake's charms. Equally wealthy and enamored with Jake's alluring magnetism, Ryan pursued him just as relentlessly, vying for his attention and affection. Jake, playing his cards just right, found himself caught between these two admirers.
As fate would have it, Jake eventually began dating both Ethan and Ryan, playing the role of elusive lover for each of them. He reveled in the extravagance and attention that came with dating two wealthy men, neither aware that they were sharing the same man.
However, things took a turn when Ethan and Ryan Jake's discovered double life. Consumed by feelings of betrayal and anger, they concocted a devious plan to keep Jake occupied and make him gain weight. They spread the word among their gay acquaintances, urging them to join their scheme.
Soon, invitations started pouring in for double dinners and social events filled with tempting, indulgent meals. Promises of buying him luxurious clothes and items were made, but ultimately never fulfilled. Jake, oblivious to their wicked plot, fell into their trap.
Weeks turned into months, and Jake's once sculpted physique began to soften. A few pounds here and there went unnoticed until he could no longer fit into his designer clothes. The once-flattering attention from admiring gazes and flirtatious interactions faded, as his bar patrons began to lose interest. Jake's financial stability wavered, and he had to rely on his dates more and more to sustain his extravagant lifestyle.
Desperate and frustrated, Jake started going out with Ethan and Ryan more frequently. He indulged in their every suggestion, consuming larger portions and fattening treats that only served to further expand his waistline. The lure of his former life and dwindling self-esteem pushed him to skip the gym, leaving him feeling unattractive and defeated.
With the absence of attention from adoring women and his declining tips at the bar, Jake's desolation escalated. As a last resort, he surrendered to his desperation and had a sexual encounter with one of the men involved in the wicked game. The man, filled with remorse, took pity on Jake and offered his care and support, on condition the that Jake would continue to his insatiable indulge appetite.
And so, Jake grew fatter and fatter each day, his once toned body hidden beneath layers of excess weight. The companionship he received, albeit conditional, offered him a sense of belonging and the luxury of a life lived at his leisure. He reveled in the attention and pampering, gradually becoming complacent in his newfound existence.
The treacherous duo, Ethan, Ryan, that showed him care, formed an agreement to take care of Jake together. Their love, though fueled by remorse, provided Jake with everything he desired. He no longer had to lift a finger as they took care of his every need, showering him with decadent meals, expensive gifts, and, occasionally, sexual pleasure.
Over time, Jake's weight skyrocketed, becoming a mere shadow of the sexy bartender he once was. His immense girth prevented him from continuing his work at the bar, rendering him increasingly dependent on his companions for sustenance and care.
Though the attention and luxurious treatment initially delighted Jake, he became a prisoner of his own desires, isolated within his ever-expanding body. The once-charismatic and vibrant man transformed into a recluse, hidden away from the world, living a life dominated by indulgence and excess. It was addictive. A drug that made him always want more, more presents, more food, more sex. And so that circle continued.
#fictionalweightgain#maleweightgain#maleweightgainstories#weightgain#weightgainstories#fictionalstories#wg fantasy#wg fiction#AIart#AIweightgain
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Tbh I don’t quite understand the sentiment that Engage doesn’t have good or any worldbuilding at all, like tf is up with that. First instinct would be “them 3H fans again!!!” but other long time FE fans also consider it lackluster and idk I don’t agree.
Each of the four nations all have surface level distinctions, but in-depth internal layers, such as...
Firene values peace, gratitude, and its harvests, tea, and medicine. It’s the kingdom that would usually be taken advantage of, but the reason it maintains its peace is through aggressive policy done by its leaders, currently by Eve and very notably followed up by Celine. Medicine and health is taken seriously cuz the last king died from an illness, the same illness which the current and well loved prince is suffering from. The Firene retainers are all nobles sans Louis, who is noted to have gotten his role because of his domestic skill in tandem with his martial prowess; this implies a sort of status quo, one that’s maintained to keep things peaceful, though not overly enforced to the point of oppression.
Brodia is wealthy and martially strong, yet prideful. The nobility is noted to take advantage of the constant wars on Elusia, as it fuels economy, which in turn fuels more wars. The wars against Elusia themselves are partly an extension of Brodia’s pride: aggressive expansion done in the name of “keeping a wicked nation in check” and to further Brodian way of life. Because strength is valued, the Brodian retainers are all common folk who proved themselves, sans Citrinne, who develops a complex about her strength because of it. Mining is the primary income source after warfare, something that Diamant wants to shift towards to the dismay of war benefitting nobles.
Elusia is the kingdom of knowledge, and as such, is the only nation noted to have a major place of education. The arts and the leisure seems to be highly valued here, due to an author, an artist, and a native to a hot spring centered village being recruited. Retainers, like in Brodia, are decided by strength or capability; after all, you don’t often have a Crown Princess’s servants be a former assassin and a former prince without skill and knowledge being paramount in the decision making. Hyacinth has too much love to go around, and so has a wife as well as many mistresses, and many children as a result. Knowledge begets avenues of possibility, which means one can use said knowledge to selfishly get ahead (such as the Elusian court where backstabbing and fake platitudes to appeal to the King and Queen were common place) or to benefit the world around you (Hortensia using her intellect and talent to help war victims, and Ivy utilizing Elusia’s creativity and innovative practices to better the public’s wellbeing). Seeking knowledge, however, can entrench one in dark practices, which is why the worship of the Fell Dragon went from notable to beligerent and dangerous.
Solm values freedom, and is notable for being a strict matriarchy. Only women take the throne, Merrin’s village is only ran by women, and Panette and Pandreo’s family church was headed by their mother. While open minded and easy going on the surface, Solm having its own elite vigilante group and having spies throughout the continent means that the queendom takes measures to ensure freedom very seriously; these actions are similar to Firene, which is brought up in Celine and Fogado’s support, and the two themselves are indicative of each of their nations cultures. Unlike the other nations, there’s no strict basis for who becomes a retainer, since you have a chef, a priest, and two runaways. The people of Solm live their lives how they want, and its culture is more open to entertainment and large gatherings than other nations.
And this is just what I whipped together from memory. I’ve no doubt that there’s tons of other minute details that, when pieced together, form more descriptions of the nations as a whole. This, to me, is on part with how the GBA games and Echoes built their worlds. Very solid in depth readings, with surface level broad strokes to entice the player in should they choose to put more hours into learning the ins and outs. And that isn’t even getting into the artistic directions of each nation and the characters (like outfits, seasonal representations, food/ingredients, etc.). Hell, the entirety of Elyos is shaped like a ring for crying out loud! It’s screaming “yeah the rings are this central to this world, enjoy your stay.”
I like that. Engage knows what it is and what it wants to present. No more, no less.
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PRINCE AL STEPS OUT WITH SIMDIAN SOCIALITE
Prince Alistair sure hates being a bachelor!
The Queen's eldest son was spotted on what seems to be a date with another gorgeous woman. His Royal Highness was photographed leaving a seaside bistro with Amarthi Crishan.
(Above: The two were all smiles during their date!)
Amarthi is a Brindleton-born Simdian socialite who hails from the extremely wealthy Crishan family. Basically a Princess, she hails from a long line of Simdian royals. Her great-granduncle was the last King of Simdia, and although Simdia has since let go of their monarchy in favour of a democratic government, members of the old royal family remain to be widely popular in the country.
Despite her very privileged upbringing, Amarthi paid for her own schooling by working part time as a preschool teacher. She eventually obtained a first class degree in Early Childhood Education form the prestigious Brindleford University. Currently, she works for a charity organisation that focuses on child literacy. She is also quite the mainstay on red carpets and fashion magazines, thanks to her striking beauty and impeccable fashion choices.
(Above: Amarthi at a red carpet event a few months ago. The socialite stunned in a stylish cream dress and statement jewellery all while showing off a much longer 'do.)
Prince Al was reportedly introduced to Amarthi by a common friend. A palace source claims that the relationship, however, is quite new and "still very casual." The source spills:
"They were introduced a few weeks ago and they just hit it off. They're dating... seeing how things go. It's all very new and still very casual. I don't think they're ready to put a label on their relationship just yet, but they do enjoy each other's company."
"She's very smart, but she's not afraid to be silly. She enjoys a good laugh and has a wicked sense of humour. I think that's what Al likes most about her. Clearly, he likes her and doesn't mind being seen in public with her."
(Above: Sources claim that the two are still getting to know each other, and their relationship remains quite casual.)
How Prince Al manages to find these smart, gorgeous women, we'll perhaps never know. Perhaps it's one of the perks of being a Prince? Here's hoping this "still very casual" thing blossoms into a real relationship with staying power because they look really good together!
#ts4#theroyalsims#ts4 simblr#simblr#ts4 royals#ts4 royalty#ts4 royal family#ts4 royal story#ts4 royal legacy#mystory#alistair#amarthi
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champagne
pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader
summary: elektra just wants to show you how grateful she is that you're her date to a luxurious gala.
warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni)
a/n: this is purely selfish. i hope y'all love women, bc i do. happy pride. :)
word count: 913
The opulent gala below was in full swing. New York’s most wealthy were adorned in their most luxurious and elegant attire, draped in various gleaming and ornate jewels, trading scandalous rumors and gossip with every trade of an empty glass. The champagne was flowing as freely as the buzzing of conversation, and the live band had even the most pretentious of attendees flocking to the dance floor.
It was some upscale charity event for the annual something or other, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than your girlfriend’s head under your dress.
Elektra hadn’t even bothered to hide the two of you well. She had lured you up the stairs with the guise of an exquisite view from the balcony, but the second your heel collided with the tile of the top of the steps, she had pushed you against the nearest wall, sank to her knees before you, lifted your leg over her shoulder and pulled your panties to the side before you could even utter her name in protest.
You should be filled to the brim with concern. Anyone ascending those stairs would get more than they bargained for as soon as they turned left. You would inevitably get kicked out of the party. You could get arrested, for public indecency or something. Or you could-oh.
A swipe of warm velour through your slick folds pulled you out of rapid fire what ifs, and you looked down to find Elektra staring up at you with her mesmerizing eyes, feeling electrified by them like two shots of espresso. She seemed to be able to sense that your mind was elsewhere besides on her, and pulled her lips into a wicked smirk as she made a show of slowly dragging her tongue up your pussy, letting the tip of her tongue flick against your clit as she reached her ascent.
Her ruby painted nails dug deep crescents into the soft flesh of your thigh, anchoring your attention where she wanted it as her lips focused on your swollen and sensitive nub, smearing cherry paint across your pubic bone and her own mouth. Your hand flew to her head, fingers lacing through her raven hair and gripping tightly to have something to hold onto as she continued her delectable assault on your cunt.
The exhilaration of it all was an aphrodisiac in itself. Knowing that any one of those stuck up assholes downstairs could catch your girlfriend eating your pussy like her life depended on it at any moment sent a thrill through you that caused a fresh drizzle of arousal to flow against Elektra’s tongue. You had been biting down on your bottom lip so hard to stay quiet that you could feel the skin on your lip beginning to tear. The look in Elektra’s eyes was wild as she watched you whimper and slowly lose composure above her. Her tongue swept back and forth over your throbbing clit like a tempestuous pendulum signaling the strike of midnight.
You knew what she wanted.
She wanted you to let all your apprehensions about getting caught go. To be as bold and daring as she was. To throw caution to the wind with her.
To give into her completely.
So you did. You always did.
Elektra may have always gotten what she wanted, but consequently, that meant you did too.
Letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft laugh, you gripped onto her ebony tresses and tugged her face closer against your pussy, reveling in the moan of approval that vibrated against your core from her lips. Allowing breathless pants and lush moans to slip past your parted lips, you stared down into Elektra’s eyes, greedily riding her tongue while she fucked you with her fingers.
Even on her knees she looked like a goddess.
Elektra eagerly nodded and hummed when your symphony of moans rose in pitch, alternating between sucking and slurping on your swollen bundle of nerves, tenaciously seeking out every drop of the beloved tangy nectar that threatened to overflow at any moment.
Your body convulsed with shockwaves of rippling pleasure as you finally exploded into a million little pieces of gratification. You gripped onto Elektra’s shoulder to keep yourself upright, rolling your hips still in a hazardous tide to ride out every single wave of euphoria until you reached the shore.
Pressing one final kiss to your pulsating clit, Elektra rose to her full height and wrapped her slender fingers around your throat, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that made your brain even fuzzier than it already was. All you could do was moan when her soft tongue caressed yours, allowing you a taste of yourself, her lips splitting into the proudest grin.
“You’re a menace.”
“Did you really expect me to keep my hands to myself all night when you’re wearing that dress, moonlight?”
Looking at her with a dazed smile, you giggled softly as you brought your hands up to her cheeks, attempting to wipe away the smudged crimson lipstick stains around her mouth.
“I thought you could at least make it an hour, Ellie.”
Elektra turned her head to playfully bite your thumb, flashing you a wink as she grinned devilishly.
“Well, you thought wrong, my love. I know you hate these superficial events, so I wanted to show you how grateful I was to have the most envious date at this party. Besides, you taste far better than the champagne, darling.”
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I never posted a list of my favorite books I read last year, so here's something brief (with links to posts I made about the books, if I did):
Fiction:
Bloom by Delilah S Dawson: An F/F horror romance that I would describe as "An Eroguro Yuri Yandere Visual Novel Bad End In Western Book Form." A woman coming out of a terrible break-up, and cutting her mother out of her life before uprooting to a town where she knows no one, falls head-over-heels for a beautiful and eccentric woman at the farmer's market. A downward spiral into obsessive love ensues. Short, sweet, perfect build-up, would recommend for an easy fun grotesque read. (Major CW warnings: short but graphic descriptions of past CSA and violent animal death.)
Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh: a young human girl growing up on a space station of the remainder of human separatists, waging a fruitless war against the alien empire that decimated humanity years ago, suddenly has to confront the fact her entire upbringing and understanding of the universe and its politics and the foundation upholding her beliefs and ideals was a lie. There's F/F and M/M romance but they're not the focus (and tbh not very satisfying. The story is satisfying.) has one of the most artfully written explorations of the horror of incestuous grooming that I've ever seen written.
Major CW: Characters facing racism, Incest and ever-present threats of sexual violence and forced pregnancy.
The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling: F/F SF horror fiction: a woman lies about her credentials to take on a very dangerous, but lucrative, cave diving job in order to escape her backwater mining planet has the slow realization that her employer and handler does NOT have her best interests at heart. A terrifying visceral psychological horror that spirals out of control into an emotionally and mentally abusive romantic relationship. What's better than this, two women becoming unhealthily and abusively condependent as they face the horrors of deep caves, isolation and family trauma together.
Walking Practice by Dolki Min, tl. Victoria Caudle: A South Korean self-published novel translated into English, about a carnivorous, shapeshifting alien trapped on Earth who uses dating apps to find its prey amongst the lonely citizens of a major city. A very harrowing exploration of social isiolation and ostracization of people who fall outside the majority norms, with a definite focus on disability, sexuality and transgressive gender.
The Wicked and the Willing An F/F Gothic Horror Vampire Novel by Lianyu Tan: What the title says lol. This takes place in colonial-era Singapore, where our heroine Gean Choo takes on a job as working as a live-in housekeeper for wealthy white European Verity Edevane, who she's drawn to and desires despite every single warning flag, and is introduced to Po Lam, Edevane's faithful and most trusted employee. And then Gean Choo realizes her new employer is a vampire and handsome Po Lam, who has been murdering young women for her to feed off for years, is determined to protect her.
This novel does not go the way you will think it might go. There is a lot going on it that I LOVED and really recommend it.
Major CW: Characters facing Racism throughout and descriptive discussion of past CSA that comes up several times.
Nonfiction & Poetry:
Wanting: Women Writing About Desire: A nonfiction anthology of short memoir pieces where women from a very diverse background and of diverse identities, write about their relationships to sex, their bodies, and the act of desiring. I really, really am glad I read this. There is some of the most thoughtful and truthful, uncensored, writing on the complicated sides of being a CSA survivor, that I've ever read, in this book. Many women also write about the intersections of sexual desire and race and culture, transgender status, non-straight sexuality, disability.
Cartographies of Desire: Male-male Sexuality in Japanese Discourse, 1600-1950 by Pflugfelder: A very comprehensive overview of the history of sexual and romantic relationships between men in Japan from the Edo Period through to the post-WW2 period, as well as government efforts to control and repress such relationships. I really appreciate this book because it heavily cites Japanese-language sources to show that the repression of homosexual relationships between men was not purely a part of Meiji-era Japan's process of "modernization" via adopting many Western moral and political concerns- control and repression of male-male sexual relationships has happened all throughout Japanese history, but for more complicated reasons than disgust and moral disapproval of men fucking.
Major CW: A lot of the text is about historical pederasty (that is, sexual relations between men over the age of 18 and boys under the age of 18) and sexual violence is a major element of what is examined.
I'm gonna add to this when I come home but I'll just post this for now since it's pretty long.
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Hungry Eyes (Dio x F!Reader) 5/6
He’d met Lord Pendleton before—he’d come once to visit the Joestar estate. The man took one look at Dio and decided he wasn’t worth acknowledging.
Your features may have been darker, but you carried his face.
OR
Dio Brando knows what it's like to be hungry, to reach for more in life. He can use your ambition to destroy the man who slighted him and discard you just as easily.
He never planned to like you.
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Chapter 5: Like the Sun Loves the Earth
He woke in the dark, his back flush against the lining of the casket. He clawed at the velvet and the metal all around him but would find no reprieve there; the overwhelming force of the ocean weighed the casket shut. He had no choice but to wait.
He slept for years at a time of time, only waking when the casket shook or a ship ported overheated, and during those years he dreamed. His weary mind conjured images of life: his father, Jonathan, George Joestar, and you. He dreamt of power, of wealth, of women and men. And he dreamt of the world he'd find outside his prison. And in those quiet moments, when he felt as though time itself stood still, he allowed himself to dream of his Mother.
'Dio, no matter what happens, live nobly and with pride. If you do that, you'll surely be able to go to Heaven.'
His Mother spoke of Heaven often, as though it was the only thing that mattered.
'Was it worth it,' he wondered, 'was her suffering in life worth the heaven she sought so desperately?' Her generous heart earned her nothing but scorn, suffering, and an early grave. His neighbors laughed at her, the woman who gave away what little food or clothing she had to others.
'There are others less fortunate than we are, Dio. Charity is a good thing.' She would say, and it was nothing short of cruelty. He hated her for taking even the smallest luxuries away from him.
Did she find the heaven she sought so desperately? And it not, would her demeanor have changed had she known her fate from the beginning? Would she still have endured Dario's abuse? Still have given away their food and money? Or would she have been a wicked woman, one who prioritized happiness and pleasure?
And what of Jonathan? Had he known his fate, he may not have been so foolish.
And what of you? It was Dio who stoked the fires of your rage. He was happy to watch your resentment grow and fester, eager to place the poison in your hand, and he smiled as you committed the ultimate sin.
He used to think he molded you, that you were Galatea come to life beneath his skillful hand. But was that truly the case? Would you have taken the same path regardless? What was it that brought you both together? Fate? Gravity? Divine Providence?
Those were the thoughts that kept him going, that kept his hunger at bay.
And when a fishing boat happened upon his casket and pulled it up from the depths of the ocean deep, it was those thoughts that brought him back to you.
The year was 1983.
Months passed and Dio became accustomed to the world he'd woken up to; he acquired clothes in the latest fashions, visited the library, and indulged himself with men, women, and those who found themselves in between. He claimed their lives, of course, and took whatever money they possessed before moving on to another. Dio moved slowly through the Canary Islands before traveling north to Morocco (where he proceeded to do the same things). In Agadir, a city famous for its beautiful resorts, he himself found a wealthy lover. The man was handsome, with smooth skin and deep brown eyes, and more than eager to spend a month with Dio in his arms. He lived like a king. And as he did so, Dio plotted his next move.
He could feel you. From the moment he woke above the surface of the water, Dio knew you were alive. Your pull on his psyche was a siren's song, a low pitch that beckoned him closer.
'All in due time,' He thought. He would find you when the time was right. Because Dio's body was rejecting him. No matter how much blood he took, his left side felt weaker and the scar around his neck refused to fade. So for days, he toyed with new methods of hypnosis and charm—just in case.
He had half the resort under his control by the time he discovered the most measure: flesh buds. By implanting a bit of his flesh into another's brain, Dio found he could manipulate their minds and kill them just as quickly. That is how he 'convinced' his hoard of lovers to give their lives and funds to him, DIO.
He had a new casket made, new clothes tailored, and custom jewelry fitted for his trip to England. The paved country roads were unfamiliar to him then, but Dio knew which way to go.
***
Your siren song led him to an extravagant gate and the car could go no further. The driver his lover hired began to sweat, but Dio felt no need to kill him. He was exactly where he needed to be.
He sensed a community through the fog and slipped through the gate to find large houses, each evenly spaced with neutral-colored shingles. It was quiet, though people still walked the streets at night, greeting one another with placid smiles stretched across their faces. They had no worries, felt no fear, and each and every one of them was dressed in shades of black and red.
'Cute.'
Your house, he figured, was the one that stood alone—a massive brick structure surrounded by a thicket of trees. So he took the only path available to him and slipped into your house through a window near the balcony. The halls were lined with dark red runners, and a grand marble staircase lead him to your open door.
There was a maid in your chamber, a pretty girl with dark curls and thick lashes. She stood before you at the foot of the bed, her tawny skin flushed with heat, her hair impossibly glossy. She gazed upon your face with such fanatical devotion, Dio thought the girl would faint. As such, she failed to notice his intrusion—but you did.
You said nothing of his presence there, choosing instead to nudge the young man at your feet. Like the maid, he was quite beautiful—with skin and eyes that glistened by your candle's golden glow. You'd taken their blood just moments before his arrival, and though it seemed that was all you'd done, their expressions bordered on erotic.
"Go on now," you told them both. They obeyed your words without question, but their disappointment was clear. They wanted your attention, in whatever form it came. So neither you nor Dio spoke a word till the door shut with a soft click.
"You've done well for yourself," he said, taking note of the expensive art and the ornate shelves that lined the walls.
"What do you want?"
"Such a look—a far cry from the adoring gaze you once offered me. You looked much like that young maid, in fact, like a priestess eager to pour libations for her God." You said nothing as Dio moved forward, stepping into the flickering light. "By the way, how did you manage to escape my influence? I thought you were dead, killed in the street by some hamon-wielding monk. Yet here you are—alive, with a town of simpering sycophants willing to slit their throats at your command."
"Did you mourn for me, Dio?" You asked, the beginning of a song in your voice. You leaned back, pushing your weight to a single arm as he continued his approach.
"But of course," he lied. Though he did feel a sense of loss without your presence, his growing hunger and isolation were far more pressing concerns. "After all, you are my most treasured friend." Slowly, Dio reached forward and brushed his thumb across your cheek.
You were the same.
The entire world changed around him, moving on its destined path, yet you remained the same—the sole constant in his life. There might have been some comfort there, had he allowed it to be. But instead, Dio took note of your behavior: the defiant gaze you fixed him with, your refusal to answer his question, and your preparation to attack, and thought he should put you in your place.
So when the air around him grew colder, so much so that frost formed around his fingers. He twisted the flesh beneath his hair to form the bud he needed. His hair shifted and gathered, twisting together like a needle. He'd infect you quickly, like a snake in a burrow.
'Wat a waste,' He thought, 'I always admired her spirit.'
But then he saw your body disappear—no, you didn't vanish—you turned your body into mist and appeared behind him. He dared you to move closer, to attack him from behind, to make the choice to possess you easy—
But the attack never came.
"You've acquired the power of a Stone Mask," he spoke, turning to meet the smug expression in your eyes.
"Say I did, what does it matter to you?" It was clear you had no intention to fight him, that your little display was just that: a demonstration of your newfound strength.
Instead, you found a seat at a table near the mantlepiece, a table set for two.
Dio scoffed at your antics, though his curiosity outweighed his annoyance.
"Jonathan's accursed associate destroyed the sole mask in my possession. Are you saying there are more?" Your shelves were filled with odds and ends, countless antiques, and expensive-looking jewelry, yet there was no mask in sight.
"The masks were destroyed long ago," you waved a hand dismissively, "the Speedwagon Foundation made sure of that."
'Speedwagon?' Dio thought, watching you lift your glass kettle and tilt it just so. A warm red liquid flowed freely from the sprout and into the cup that sat before you.
"And yet you came to possess one? How advantageous." Dio didn't sit, but he did stand down. His hair resumed its typical shape, the flesh bud he prepared melted back into his body, and he tapped his nail, long and sharp, against the back of the hair facing opposite your own. He supposed it was meant for him, that you felt him approaching from far across the sea.
"It was all I could do to purge myself of you. Though it seems my peace was temporary—as you've managed to slither your way into my home." You took a long drink, draining your entire cup. "I'll ask you this once more, Dio. What do you want?" All traces of humor left your voice as your eyes narrowed down into a glare that could pierce a lesser man.
"You wound me, my friend." He placed a hand flat against his chest, over the place where his heart should beat. "Have you not opened your door to those far more lowly than me?"
"You would be a wolf amongst my flock."
"Thus saith the ravening wolf."
The corners of your mouth lifted in a movement so slight, anyone else might have missed it. You moved to fill your cup again and he let his gaze drop lower, to the delicate chain clasped around your neck and the ruby pendant that sat there. It matched the shade of the gown you wore and most of your antique furnishings. It was the color of the cult outside as well.
Red, he thought, the color he chose for you all those years ago.
He could have laughed.
"I am but a simple shepherd," you said, with all the false humility you could muster.
He scoffed.
"I never claimed to be a prophet," you continued, "nor do I seek to be their God. Their reverence is welcome, but I demand nothing short of secrecy. I'm not like you."
Ah, there it was; the vitriol he long knew was coming. Like an adult child unable to forgive the punishments she received as a girl, you let your anger fester and boil—but Dio would not be guilted.
"You say that you are different, yet that is far from the case. You may not have stolen their will completely, but you've done something far more terrifying: you've presented your 'flock' with the illusion of choice."
It was your turn to scoff then, but he continued talking. "They give you their blood in offering, lay their bodies at your feet, and include you in their prayers at night not because they love you, no. But because you've made them dependent. You may not call yourself their God but you've taken the place of one. You've trapped these people in a delusion, one where you've led them to the promised land, where their every whim is met so long as they fall to their knees before you. What happens to the ones who disobey, I wonder? The ones you have no use for? I've noticed no sick, nor elderly amongst those you claim to care for. Why is that?"
You were no shepherd, but a wolf the same as he.
"I may have forced my will upon you that night, but the choice between me and a life of poverty would not have yielded a different result—so turns the wheel of fate."
"...fate?" You stood, and the table shook as though it felt your rage. "You believe it was my fate to be enslaved to you? To have become this?" You stood before him, forced to tilt your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes flashed red, but it was then you seemed to notice how much bigger he was, how much more of him there was. But despite your surprise, you never stopped glaring.
And he smirked.
Those were the eyes, he thought, the same eyes that intrigued him all those years ago: Angry. Prideful. Beautiful. Hungry.
"Did you not find the freedom you sought so badly? Are you not powerful? Wealthy? So concerned are you with the setbacks that you fail to consider what even a child might grasp. Had I not made you better you would have wasted away, spent the whole of your life on your knees scrubbing filth from your father's floor!"
Your hands curled into fists, and the temperature of the room dropped again but you didn't attack. Dio stared back at you, secure in his superiority, he looked down upon you with sharp, narrow eyes.
The silence between you was a tangible thing, heavy and frozen in the air.
"You're incorrigible," you said eventually, falling back into your chair with a loud, undignified thump. Predictably, your resolve was nothing compared to his own. He knew you would falter. "Is that what you truly believe? Or are you simply going on about nothing?"
Dio looked down his nose at you. You'd tested his patience enough as it is, and he hoped you'd understand without lecture. He rolled his eyes but decided to explain himself. Because you, of all people, should understand him.
So Dio sat across from you, poured himself a cup (though it was no longer hot,) and explained his ideologies.
***
Dawn appeared behind your heavy velvet curtains, but he continued to converse with you. You argued, of course, and even doubted his mental facilities ("you spent far too much time in isolation")—but when understanding fully dawned upon you, you looked as though you had something more to say.
"What is it?"
"...the Speedwagon Foundation I told you about… I've embedded spies amongst them— call it self-preservation." You moved the conversation down to the library at some point after noon. The room had no exterior windows, but the doors were adorned with stained glass paneling. You sat beside him on a chaise, glass of wine swirling in hand. "They've reported a number of strange occurrences. There may be something that could help you obtain heaven."
"Something?" Amused, rather than offended, Dio pressed for more. He moved closer to you on the chaise, sliding over till your bodies touched. "Tell me, what is it that you know?"
You shrugged and looked away nonchalantly.
"It's just as I said."
"Then," he began, sucking air through his teeth—his patience only spread so thin. "Perhaps you could provide me with an example."
"The Red Stone of Aja," you continued, swirling around your wine. "Though all of my sources relegated it to a myth, not particularly worthy of mention."
You took a drink, and Dio placed a hand against your thigh. You opted for trousers that day, red ones with flared bottoms that, otherwise, left little to the imagination. (You mentioned something about the 1970s and different trends in style when you put them on that morning, but he stopped paying attention the moment he laid his eyes upon you.)
"Surely there must be something else to it." You leaned away from him, removing his hand from your person as you placed your glass beside his on the table. There was a book already open there, something by some American playwright.
"It's said to grant extraordinary power to its wielder. The details weren't specific, but it's believed to have been destroyed during the second great war."
"Is that so?" he leaned closer. "Tell me more."
"The Speedwagon Foundation heavily redacted records during that era so my knowledge isn't particularly insightful. But there was this group, the Pillar Men, said to be the originators of the Stone Masks. They weren't quite vampires but rather something...more. However, all four were eventually defeated by the hand of Joseph Joestar, so if the stone truly did exist and could do all that it was rumored, I can't imagine how such beings could lose to a mere man."
The mention of another Joestar disturbed him, but that wasn't important now. He would deal with the last of their line if the situation deemed it necessary.
"Perhaps it is merely a fable," he said, taking his glass from the table. "But I find it worth looking into."
***
He traveled the world, meeting all manner of fascinating people with fascinating stories. He found others to imbue with his flesh buds and acquired more influence and wealth.
And when he tired of traveling, he returned to you.
Sometimes you spoke at length for hours, long into the day. You'd recommend books for him to read, films to view, and art to study, and you'd occasionally show him reports sent by your spies in the Speedwagon Foundation, now on the search for the Red Stone of Aja.
And on other days you wouldn't speak at all. You'd simply occupy the same space, content to pursue your own interests.
And other days, days that gradually increased in frequency, he'd take you to bed.
It took a bit of seduction on his part: clever words, subtle touches, and quiet whispers in the darkness of the night. But when he succeeded, when you finally succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, he took you with surprising vigor.
He could, and had, seduced many into his bed with little more than a sideways glance. But you weren't swayed so easily. And something about that excited him—you excited him.
You always had. Though you weren't his first lover by any means, you were the only one who understood his true nature.
The others had been cautious experiments, youthful indulgence, a way to pass the time. He'd shown those people what they wanted to see and told them what they wanted to hear. To them, he was a curious student, a suave noble, a troublemaker looking for a bit of fun.
But to you he was Dio. You saw who he was, who he truly was, and wanted him anyway.
'I…I've always wondered if…'
That was the exact moment he knew you were his, that you wanted to stay with him. Neither of you spoke of love or marriage, as he could never offer those things to a woman of your station. (And he never much cared for those things besides.) So instead, you spoke of the future and created a plan where you could remain together, where you would be his.
You were still his, he realized when he told you the truth about his body and you seemed intrigued as opposed to disgusted.
"This is the body of Jonathan Joestar? Erina's husband?" You asked, sitting close to him on a sofa in the parlor.
He laughed. You had no significant relationship with Jonathan, but Erina was your sister, the one who lived the life you so desired. You hated Erina, but she earned your respect as well.
"The very same." He smirked, admiring the twisted curiosity that overtook your features when he moved his finger down the curve of your neck. Your eyes met.
The hands that once hurt you weren't the ones that touched you then, and he supposed you found relief in that. You'd slowly opened up to his seductions, secure in the fact that you were once again 'friends,' but there was something else there then, a more pressing matter, something that unearthed your darkest impulses: the need to take what belonged to her and fulfill some twisted form of justice.
"Why his?" You asked, your voice strained.
"Why do you think?"
No one else would ever understand.
So when he took your hand and led you to your bed later that night, for the first time in nearly 100 years, he took you as any man would take the woman he...the woman who excited him, intrigued him, shared his sense of wicked curiosity, fueled his hunger and belonged to him.
He took you the same way he'd take any such person who elicited such emotions from him: with such vigor and passion it broke your bed in two.
"You may as well order several more," he mused, lounging shirtless on a sofa as malcontented servants carried the mess away. The envy in their eyes was palpable.
"That was antique," you chided, though you couldn't hide the smile that darkened your cheeks and bloomed across your face like a flower.
You were his.
***
The year was 1986 and he found himself a home in Egypt. Because there lived a woman called Enya, a terrible who possessed several magical arrows. These arrows had the power to grant certain individuals with abilities, which is how he acquired his stand, The World, along with another power Enya called Hermit Purple, the stand of Jonathan's body.
Unlike The World, Jonathan's stand was weak—but it came with a useful ability to divine information. He would use it to locate those with the potential to gain stands in his travels and bring them to his side (though it seemed stand users were drawn together anyway, as if by gravity.)
***
Dio traveled far and wide gathering wealth, influence, and an abundance of lovers. He took his pleasure wherever he wanted and sometimes, when he found a particularly wicked woman to indulge himself with, Dio didn't consume them. Because as ideals of Heaven became more concrete and he began to realize what it was he truly needed: a friend. He needed someone he trusted above all others.
Perhaps a child could help him obtain heaven.
Dio toyed with the idea of making a child with you, but he doubted a union between two vampires could result in the creation of life. Had it been possible, you would have already conceived.
Still, there would be no need for a child if he knew for certain he could use you. You would be the easy choice, the safe choice. But you were too similar to himself, unable to control your urges. Anger, frustration, desire—you felt each of those emotions fiercely. He needed someone with no interest in power, fame, wealth, or sex.
Despite that, he decided to make his way to England to imbue you with a stand.
If gravity brought stand users together, he reasoned, then it stands to reason those with potential are drawn together as well, and there was no one he felt drawn to more than you.
***
"I was hoping you'd return."
Your servants scurried about the hall, though a stopped to few gawked at him, swooning as they peeked behind pillars and doors. A pair of handsome muscular men were busy moving a piano in the parlor and you called yourself 'supervising.' He rolled his eyes.
"Did you? It seems as though you're preoccupied." He scowled.
You tilted your head, and he hated how quickly your neck drew his gaze.
"We'll, it isn't as though you left me with a way to contact you. If you had a telephone, I would have called."
"I'll be sure to procure one expeditiously. " He walked around you, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you roughly to his side. At the same time, one of the men looked toward you for approval after having set the piano near the corner of the room.
"That's fine," he dismissed the man, waving them away before you could speak. "Go."
The men furrowed their brows in confusion, unsure what to do. You were their mistress, their Goddess, yet each of your servants came to understand that he was the same type of being as you.
"Leave it there for now," you sighed a long-suffering sigh, and the men left in a hurry. "You don't get to tell my people what to do," you huffed, but Dio didn't care. The sight of you ogling those workers was irritating enough—was in no mood to be lectured.
"What was it you wanted to speak to me about?" He asked. Dio released you from his hold, folded his arms, and leaned back against a marble pillar.
"I hoped you could tell me what this thing is." The atmosphere in the room shifted, as though another person was brought into being. He sensed the change before he saw it— your stand.
It stood as a ghostly presence behind you, the very nature of your soul. But how?
"When did you acquire a stand?" He eyed the tall feminine figure warily. Its 'skin' was a deep shade of purple, but the rest of it, the scant 'armor' molded to its body, was gold. Red hearts adorned its chest, hands, and forehead, each of which glowed, as though to indicate utility. It wore a sort of belt, one fashioned like a cuff that clung to its waist from behind. There were four packs affixed to it, each with a letter and tube that connected to the back of its shiny gold helmet. CMYK, the packs read together. He had no idea what that meant.
"So you can see it then? Is that what it's called, a stand?"
"When?" He pressed.
"Around three or four months ago," you dismissed his impatience with a wave of your hand. "I was bathing when she suddenly appeared beside me. None of my servants could see her so I knew either I'd gone mad, or you'd done something to me again."
"I see…" Did your stand appear when his had? The blood he gave you still flowed through your veins, but was such a trivial connection enough to grant you stand abilities? And if that's true, what of Jonathan's descendants? He decided he would allow them to live, to carry on with their pathetic lives so long as none stepped forward to oppose him. But if they possessed stands as well, they may prove to be annoying.
"What abilities does your stand possess?"
"She shows me memories," you explained. "We'll, 'show' isn't exactly accurate. I watch the events unfold as though I'm there. I've been able to speak and interact with everything around me, but once it's over no one I've tested it on remembers a thing. They say that I've helped them re-live certain events but can't speak of my involvement."
"And how long can you function within these 'memories'?"
"No more than a minute or so."
He nodded. An interesting ability, but not particularly useful in combat. It was well suited for espionage, however, and Dio could always use more spies. Perhaps if you trained, you could walk amongst memories for a longer period of time.
"Have you observed any particular weaknesses, a short-range perhaps?"
"Weakness? Well…hm." You tilted your head to the side and Dio's eyes followed suit. "Although I'm seeing memories, anything that would present danger to me in the real world continues to be of danger. I hoped I could use it to see the sun again, but I was nearly burned to a crisp. The ill effects persisted even after I returned to consciousness."
"So if you find yourself in a perilous situation, the danger it presents is real?"
"That's what it seems... And there's something else as well: I can take things." You gestured toward your stand and the heart on its chest began to glow. It made a sound reminiscent of an office printer as its arms extended outward.
Dio cringed at the grating noise and opened his mouth to complain, but stopped once he realized what was going on. Bit by bit, a rotary telephone began to appear. The process was slow and jerky, but once it finished, your stand placed the object in your hands, wires, and all.
"What a curious ability." He began, pushing himself from the pillar. Your stand made no movement as he circled around it. "The objects you take from these 'memories,' are they functional?"
"As far as I'm aware. That piano was taken from my butler's memory and it plays just as it should."
"I assume larger objects take far more time to retrieve?"
"That's exactly right."
"And what occurs when the items are removed from these memories?"
"That I'm not entirely sure of myself," you confessed. "Nothing about their memories seems to change, though they'd have no way of knowing whether or not something was missing from their memory."
"...say,” he said after a while, “why don't you use your stand on me?"
"You want me traversing through your memories?" You folded your arms and your stand did the same. Amusing.
"And why not? We grew up together, did we not? Why don't you go back to the day I took the mask from Jonathan? There's something I'd like to see."
"The Stone Mask? Dio…I don't know what might happen if you forget it. I'm not sure if I could even put it back if you can't-"
"I won't forget." He waved his hand impatiently. "The mask is integral to the person I am, so don't concern yourself with such trivial things—just do it."
“Fine.”
He didn’t know what it was he had expected—he certainly didn’t believe your stand attack would involve blowing kisses. But the heart that appeared from this action shot out like a laser that burned into his skull and the next thing he knew, he was angry...
...so angry, both at himself and that damnable father of his. He shouldn't have used the same method, but he had been so certain it would work! Why, why did Dario Brando write his symptoms in that letter? Even now, that man continued to haunt him. Sharing the same blood as that man brought Dio nothing but disgust.
Something needed to be done.
Jonathan left for London, where he hoped to find evidence of Dio's misdeeds. Thus, Dio had no choice but to break the lock of Jonathan's study and take a knife to the drawer.
The study was neat, yet sparsely decorated. There was a portrait of his Mother on the mantlepiece. He'd never met the woman, but he assumed she was a simple-minded fool like her husband and son. Books ranging from etiquette, archeology, and even law, lined the shelves of the bookcase. Dio scoffed. There was nothing there of interest—nothing of true literary merit, nothing remotely thought-provoking, and, certainly nothing salacious.
'So predictable and boring,' he thought. 'Much like Jonathan himself.'
Dio jimmied the lock, opened the drawer with no problem, and grinned as he took the mask into his hand.
"Seven years ago this mask reacted to my blood," he recalled, flipping through the pages of Jonathan's research. He'd drawn the mask in detail, taken notes on its functions, and theorized about its history. "If the bones pierce his brain it will look as though he died from his own research. The investigation will be closed." This was the answer, this is what he should have done in the first place; Jonathan's death would be a perfect crime, one with no evidence left behind!
Though, as he turned to leave the room and prepare his own coach to London, he saw something hiding in the shadows.
"Whose there! Is it you, Jojo?" No. It couldn't be; he confirmed Jonathan's departure himself!
"Do you always monologue to yourself while scheming? How very cute." You stepped out from the shadows and Dio scoffed indignantly.
"You. What on earth are you doing here?" Had something happened? You didn't seem hurt. In fact, you looked...more attractive to him somehow, though he shook those thoughts away. He didn't have time for you, so he narrowed his eyes, wrinkled his nose, and gave you a once-over. "And what exactly are you wearing?"
"You'll understand when you're older," you say, appearing before him at blinding speed. "For now, I need to borrow this." You took hold of the mask, and as you did, your stand's hand appeared above your own.
"Don't you dare! You have no idea-" You were gone before he finished. You simply vanished.
And just like that, Dio began to regain his sense of self...
...No longer was he at the Joestar Manor. He wasn't standing on deep green floors, and the room no longer smelt of cedar. Instead, he was where he started; standing right in front of you. Your stand made that noise again, that horrible printing sound and he finally turned to look at you. You were watching him closely, concern etched across your features.
Dio blinked, his memories seemed to splice themselves back together, and a few moments later, your stand held the mask for you to take.
"Here." You gave it to him without protest.
Dio held the mask between his hands, testing its weight, and texture. Was something like this truly created from his memory? Or was there something else at play?
He lifted one arm, clenched his fist tight enough to break the skin, and allowed his blood to drip across the surface of the mask. It shook for just a moment before the bone spikes released.
"My friend," he stepped forward, bringing his own stand forward. "We have much to discuss in regard to our future…”
***
Déjà Vu was a powerful stand. Though limited by its short range, it had far more potential than you seemed to realize. With training, he expected you to produce items quicker, remain within memories for much longer, and learn to extract organic life.
You accomplished 2 of those things. For some reason, when it came to organic life, you could only take things in parts—leaves instead of a plant, a finger instead of a body.
'A shame,' he thought, 'But useful for her own purposes.'
So, once he figured you could grasp the concepts on your own, Dio left to continue his travels. He took to gathering more powerful stand users to serve as his assassins or eyes around the globe. Though a spare few, those with stands he had no use for, he sent to you. He even called you on the telephone to confirm their arrival.
You nagged him, of course, saying something about unexpected arrivals and love-sick fools following you around like puppies. He could only laugh.
"Allow them to assist you; one can never have too many friends."
Speaking of which, Dio eventually found the friend he needed: a young priest named Enrico Pucci. He was polite and soft-spoken, but his resolve was unwavering. You would have a special place in heaven, but Pucci would help him get there.
However, Pucci didn't come with him to Egypt (at least not to stay.) Much like you he had his own affairs, and that suited Dio just fine.
He stayed in America for quite some time, as Pucci's company was enjoyable. They spoke of many things like religion, philosophy, and art. Dio once asked his opinion on false prophets and how certain types of people came to lead cults. Pucci had many opinions on the matter and Dio was eager to introduce you both someday.
"My other friend is similar to myself, though she thinks herself different, kinder perhaps. Despite these delusions, I do hope you can be friends as well" He said, working on his model ship.
"You're quite fond of her, aren't you?" Pucci smiled behind his hand. "This is the third time you've mentioned her unprompted today."
"Is that so? I suppose you're just easy to talk to." He seemed pleased at that, happy to be useful in any way.
Pucci wasn't like the others, he wasn't a servant motivated by lust or greed. No, Pucci loved him as he loved God, and that was what Dio needed.
"You haven't yet answered my question."
"Yes, I am very fond of her indeed." Pucci had another question, but he decided not to ask; everyone deserved their secrets and it would be rude of him to pry.
Dio was thankful for that decision because he knew what that question was.
'Do you love her?'
And the answer was yes. Dio loved you as the Sun loves the Earth.
***
When Dio returned to his own mansion, he was greeted at the door by Terrance D'Arby, a handsome man with a curious hobby.
Enya was there as well, as usual. She was quite sprightly for a woman of her age and was quick to appear underfoot.
"Was your trip abroad a success, Lord DIO?" He ignored her.
With so much on his mind, Dio wanted nothing more than to be alone, so he used The World's ability to reach the top of the stairs undisturbed.
Vanilla Ice was exactly where he left him, guarding his door. Despite the man's stoic disposition, Vanilla Ice's endless devotion brought to mind the piety of your supplicants. He would do anything for Dio, anything at all.
"Lord DIO." Vanilla Ice was quick to bow, falling to a single knee, his fist anchored to the floor.
"You may go now," Dio told him, brushing a hand across his favorite servant's cheek. It was the faintest touch, the barest hint of affection, yet to Vanilla Ice his touch was an endless feast. "Though try not to wander, I may be in need of your services later." Vanilla Ice nodded once, his expression rarely changed but Dio learned to read the subtle hints. He was excited when he shut the door.
The room itself had no windows, lines of books adorned the walls and a large golden mirror stood across from the bed. Most important, however, was the mask and arrow mounted on the wall. His gaze drifted toward them, as if by instinct. Those were his most prized possession, worth more than anything in the world.
He moved toward his desk with a hum, pulled out a chair, and unlocked the drawer where his diary was kept.
It is a curious coincidence, he wrote, that those I count amongst my friends possess stands that affect memory. Though, as I shared with Pucci last we spoke, I believe that her ability may stretch beyond that.
From her account, the memories she enters include events far beyond what her opponent could know with any certainty. Simply stated, I believe her stand may use a person's memory as a means to fully reconstruct a moment in time. This reconstruction exists within the mind of her opponent, functioning separately from the rest of the world. Pucci suggested the space be referred to as a 'pocket dimension.'
If this is the case, her stand's resemblance to my own may be a result of its influence over time in addition to our similar natures.
Could those with deeper connections possess similar stands? I've heard many speak of 'soul mates,' but what does that truly mean?
***
One day in 1988, Dio called you on the telephone. A maid picked up on the fourth ring and brought the phone to you quickly.
"Mister DIO wishes you speak with you, my lady." He heard a whisper on the other side.
"Yes?"
"No 'hello' for me? I'm wounded."
"My deepest apologies, Lord Dio, how might I serve you from my humble corner of the world?" You mocked. He smiled but decided to get to the point quickly.
"The Joestars are aware of my existence," he confessed, "Joseph Joestar has a stand similar to my Hermit Purple and has used that in an attempt to divine my presence. Though he and his associate, Muhammad Avdol, have yet to figure out I am in Egypt, it's only a matter of time."
"And what happens when they arrive?"
"Concerned for Erina’s descendants, are you?" An easy smirk eased its way across his elegant features. "Worry not, they will be disposed of quickly. Though I may spare Joseph, albeit temporarily."
"Feeling merciful Lord Dio? Please don't worry yourself on my behalf; Erina’s family is of little consequence to me. I have little desire to participate in your blood feud."
"Well, my pet, I'm sure you've come to realize that your aging nephew may be the only living person to have witnessed the power of the Red Stone. You may find it pertinent to access his memories using Déjà Vu."
The Stone would mean little once he gained the ultimate stand, but his heaven plan was not yet complete. Still, stone's power may still be of use to him and, at the very least, he could ensure no one else could wield its power against him.
"You make a compelling point," you reply after a moment. "What would you have me do?"
"You will find me in Egypt. I will let you know when the time arrives."
Nevertheless, mere months after that conversation occurred, Dio received a report: Holly Kujo, the first child of Joseph Joestar, fell ill. She was too weak-willed to handle the emergence of her own stand—it was killing her.
From there unfolded a series of unfortunate events that culminated in his complete annihilation. The time for you to go to Eygpt never arrived.
And in 1989, Jotaro Kujo stood in his room, read his diary, and burned it to a crisp. There was a box inside the drawer where he found the diary. He might have had Star Platinum smash it to pieces had it not already been opened.
'Carless.' He thought though it didn't seem like Dio to leave such a thing unguarded.
There were two things inside the box: a small, leather-bound Bible and a gaudy gold ring with a ruby at the center. Jotaro didn't know the significance of either, so he left them for the Speedwagon Foundation to figure out. He has more important things to worry about.
Dio mentioned having friends. Though he doubted either would be more troublesome than Dio himself, he would hunt the world over for anyone who threatened his family and friends...
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hii
i noticed that there are a couple of gls currently airing, could you please tell me their titles and if you like any of them?
also if you have any general wlw shows please recommend!! i am in desperate need of girls falling in love
hi there! sure!
currently airing we have:
girlfriend project day 1 (2 episodes out so far and v lovely! i’m enjoying it!)
wicked wealthy women (haven’t watched this one yet but i have faith akdjakdj)
more gls that have aired recently:
sleep with me (only the first episode is available on youtube but it’s also quite a nice show!)
led astray by love
cat in the eastern palace
a practical guide to being a superstar’s assistant
the fox spirit and the little priest
fragrance of the first flower
love tech
a bit older ones:
quarantine stories 10: what happened last night?
hello? spring is coming
for more chinese gls check this page and this one
general wlw recs:
asian wlw media masterpost
mydramalist compilations
hope this helps! ❤️💙
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TRQ:
Will this Rhaenyra be more politically adept and an actually try to strengthen her claim? In the show, it seemed like she relied on others (mostly Viserys but also Daemon and the Velaryons) to help her out when something went wrong. For a show centered around the feud between two women (Rhaenyra and Alicent), both had a surprisingly little amount of agency
No. Rhaenyra is still pretty much the same.
The biggest change is who Viserys's wife is and how this changes all, Viseny biggest advantage is that she is a dragonrider, she is of royal blood, and she is a wealthy lady in her own right, she also has very useful, supportive friends, this is something that both Rhaenyra and Alicent lack, they are not friendly and they lack a lot of charisma. I wanted a character that is all the things that show!Alicent was accused of being (the affair; the ambition; wicked stepmother etc)
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New Girl Pt. 2
Part 1
Pairing: Rebekah x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your feelings for Rebekah continue to grow, but complications get in the way.
Warnings: Angst, Underage Drinking, Excessive Drinking. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: You asked, I delivered. Here is part two of New Girl. Sorry for the long wait, but I am officially out of school now so I should be posting more frequently. Thank you for reading and please send in requests!
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Anxiously you warm-up for cheer practice, your mind miles away from what you’re actually doing, as you await Rebekah’s arrival. It’s not that you are against her joining practice today– part of you wants her to show up. Despite the short period of time, you have become captivated by the goddess-like woman, feeling special underneath all the attention she has shown you. You want to spend as much time with her as possible– never wanting that feeling to disappear, but that’s the problem. Rebekah throws you off your game, turning you into a blubbering mess of idiocy– and that’s the part of you that doesn’t want her here. You feel like a silly schoolgirl around her and you don't like it.
"Has anybody seen Dana?" Chelsea asks from her position in front of the squad, causing you to realize you haven't seen her since last night at Senior Prank Night. Maybe she did what you wanted to do and skipped out on school to catch up on sleep. If you had, you wouldn’t be in the position you are in now, toiling over these newfound conflicting and confusing feelings for the new girl.
"Sounds like you have an opening on the squad," Rebekah’s accented voice says, infiltrating your thoughts and spiking your anxiety. You look over at her, in awe of her effortless beauty as she walks to fill in the space between you and Caroline. Even in a tank top and shorts, the gorgeous blonde managed to look radiant. She sends you another dazzling smile, your breath hitching and your heart skips a beat. A blush creeps up your cheeks at all of these novel emotions. No girl has ever made you feel this way before and it scares you.
A cheeky grin draws across Rebekah’s lips as she notices you checking her out, considering her mission accomplished. She intentionally put on the tightest tank and shortest shorts she could find in hopes to draw this exact reaction from you when she arrived to practice. Wanting to continue her fun and tease you, she swiftly bends over to show off more of her ass but is interrupted too soon by Caroline– who you perceive to be threatening Rebekah for her advances on Tyler.
A pout sits on your lips as you watch Rebekah glance over at Tyler, running across the field, no doubt checking the athlete out. You shake your head with a sigh, feeling silly for even briefly entertaining the idea of you and Rebekah together. Tyler is a jock, in all senses of the word– wealthy, attractive, popular, and given way too many undeserved privileges. Of course, Rebekah would like a guy like him, all pretty girls do, he's exactly her type and she is his. Your heart aches for the blonde as your mind conjures up images of her and Tyler together. Tyler is aggressive and arrogant, treating women as if they are his to command. You remember how he treated Vicki Donovan before her tragic passing and the thought of him behaving in that same manner toward Rebekah angered you. However, it’s not like you can do anything to stop it and, as you are starting to learn, the heart wants what it wants.
Thanks to the aforementioned jock’s hostile behavior, Coach blows the whistle early, dismissing you all from practicing– relief flooding through you. As much as you love cheerleading, the bonfire is tonight and all you want to do is get drunk and forget all your teenage woes. You walk over to the rest of the squad who are already surrounding Rebekah with a hundred questions.
The question of Rebekah’s talent came up, causing Jasmine, one of the cheerleaders, to put her on spot, "Well, alright new girl. Show us what you got." A wicked grin creeps up Rebekah’s lips as she drops her bag and walks over to an empty spot on the field. "Come on, Rebekah. You've got this!" Chelsea shouts from beside you, already having an immense amount of faith in Rebekah’s skill set.
You watch Rebekah in admiration as she runs down the football field, going into an aerial before continuing into a front walkover, and finally landing in a split. You cheer loudly along with the rest of the squad for her impressive combo, but feel your excitement dwindle as Rebekah turns her head to look back at Tyler and Caroline– realizing she was trying to impress him.
All the glee that you felt before dissipates, being replaced with a heavy weight. No longer wanting to hang with the rest of the squad, you send Chelsea a quick goodbye, telling her that you will meet her at the bonfire.
Rebekah turns her smug look from Caroline— satisfied she has proven how easily she can replace the 17-year-old vampire— to the lauds of her new cheer squad. With a prideful grin on her face, Rebekah scans the crowd of athletes that have gathered around her, disappointed in her inability to find you amongst the giddy teenagers. The praise now seems insignificant to her as it is not coming from you.
You quickly down your cup of beer, disgusted by the warm liquid as the party rages on. It’s definitely not your preferred beverage, but since it was the only alcohol being offered, you will tolerate it. “Y/N,” Kristen shouts over the music, grabbing your attention and leading you in her direction. “I love this song,” Chelsea shouts, clearly inebriated as she sways to the beat. You laugh at her drunken attempt at dancing but join in anyway– wanting to feel as carefree as possible.
Of course, you do not get your way as the universe would have it. “How was practice?” Kristen asks, reminding you of Rebekah’s flirty behavior. A bitterness rises in you at the fact that the behavior was not directed towards you. ”It was awesome! Rebekah is amazing, we are so lucky to have her on the team,” Chelsea chimes in– completely in awe of the blonde girl. As much as you wanted to deny Chelsea’s claim, you knew she was absolutely right. Rebekah is an excellent addition to the team, her athletic prowess definitely elevating the squad’s skillset. The cheer squad is completely lucky to have her– you just wish it didn’t have to be at the expense of your developing feelings for the blonde beauty.
“Can we not talk about Rebekah for, like, five minutes,” you ask your friends, not wanting to be reminded of the complicated feelings stirring in you. “I thought you liked Rebekah,” Kristen questions your sudden shift of attitude towards the girl. “I do,” a little too much, “but that doesn’t mean we have to talk about her in every conversation,” you tell her, hoping the hostility is not too noticeable in your tone.
You are mature enough to admit that you are jealous of Tyler Lockwood and upset that Rebekah is not as drawn to you as you are to her. But you are also petty enough to channel these emotions into being upset with Rebekah rather than handling them maturely.
The pool of despair growing inside of you deepens as you look over at Rebekah, finding her talking at the beer keg with Stefan Salvatore. Rebekah was unlike any girl you had met– her Elysian beauty and surpassing allure making it rather impossible not to be smitten with her. It was only a matter of time before she found her way atop the social hierarchy of Mystic Falls High School, leaving you behind somewhere in the middle. You knew that any kind of relationship between the two of you was pure fantasy, but you had to admit the dream was nice while it lasted. "I'm gonna get some more beer," you tell your friends, knowing that by the time you leave here tonight, you are going to be blacked out drunk.
The party rages on and you find yourself drinking cup after cup, dancing and mingling with the other bonfire attendees, having the time of your life. "Y/N, come here," someone shouts at you, drawing your body to them– your mind long gone in the alcohol. "Have some," they encourage– your mouth opening to try whatever they're feeding you. A moan escapes your lips at the delicious combination of chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker melting in your mouth. “This is so good,” you talk through the mass of the campfire treat– eyes closing to savor the taste. You lick the remaining residue off your lips, enjoying the euphoria your drunken state has brought this simple food.
Rebekah watches you from a bench– isolated from the rest of the party– a sadness pooling in her. She tosses another blackened marshmallow, not understanding the appeal as it tastes bitter to her, wishing she was the one feeding you instead. She came to the bonfire tonight hoping to find you; however, when she did, you were grinding against someone else– quickly ruining the party for her. A humorless laugh leaves her lips at the irony of the situation. She is a 1,000-year-old vampire who could effortlessly get anyone she wanted, yet here she is pining after a 17-year-old human who is having the time of her life with the imbeciles of the football team.
She knows it’s reckless– the way she feels for you. But whenever she talks to you, she is reminded of the human life she so desperately desires and it is addicting. Placing another marshmallow on the stick in her hands, she contemplates if it would be wise to allow herself to get involved with you. After all, she is an Original Vampire with several complications– the most pressing ones being her overbearing brother who continues to rob her of love, and her murderous father who has been hunting her and her siblings for the last millennium. It would be selfish of her, to bring you into this life, and for once Rebekah wants to do something selfless, something to bring back her humanity. So, she lets you go, opting to play with Klaus’s new hybrid to distract her from her woe.
Part 3???
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