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cloudseeker14 · 2 years ago

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Rose Amidst The Thorns (King!Cyno x Fem!reader)

Summary : Two souls, willing to do anything for power and marred with the claws of betrayal meet again. The tension rises and self caution is thrown aside.

Genre : Romance, Enemies to Lovers

Warnings : Manipulation, a bit of dub con and some making out

Some angst too if you squint hard enough.

Soldiers, with faces as expressionless as the statues of shrines atop mountains, dug their nails into Y/N's arms.

"Move faster, unless you want to find a sword buried in you." Snarled Meruticco, captain of the royal army "His majesty shouldn't have to wait for so long for such vermin."

The woman swallowed the urge to roll her eyes as a scoff threatened to escape her lips. Of course, the general would be another one of those sheep following blindly behind the king, lost to the throes of devotion.

As Y/N trudged ahead, the marble floor gleamed from the light of the chandelier which hung above and portraits of men and women from a time lost to the wind loomed at her, their accusatory gazes following her steps.

Amidst it all, sat a man atop a throne studded with emeralds and rubies that shimmered faintly with a goblet of gold in his hand. He brought the goblet to his lips and sipped slowly, eyes closed in ecstasy as a drop of wine ran down his lips. As though he'd just acknowledged the presence of his subjects, he opened his eyes; gaze falling upon the woman cloaked in silk before him.

"Your Majesty," Meruticco went on his knees, head down "I, your faithful servant, have brought you the rouge that has wreaked havoc in our lands, Y/N."

The king glanced at the bounds that tied Y/N's hands, yet a word didn't escape his pursed lips. He raised his eyebrow, boredom playing behind his red eyes as if to ask : is this all you've to say?

Meruticco, sensing his master's displeasure continued hastily. "King Cyno, rest assured she shall never see the light of day again. I swear by my sword-"

His words fell short as the king raised his hand.

"If you're done with the theaterics Meruticco, which I can assure you was a complete and utter bore, leave me with this prisoner and take the soldiers with you."

Y/N couldn't help but stare, in this paradise of luxury, the king seemed to glow on his own; radiating poise and power. He had everything she would never get, fame and riches.

She understood why he'd betrayed her, left her to die in the sands and walked ahead. If it meant having a kingdom full of adoring subordinates in the palm of her hand, Y/N was sure she'd have done it in a heartbeat too.

Confusion flashed in Meruticco's features yet he obeyed and left, the soldiers following behind him.

King Cyno set his goblet down, running his fingers through his white locks that cascaded down his shoulder. “Found you, Y/N. At long last, I get to see that face of yours. Tell me, did you miss me too much?”

Hatred simmered in the pits of Y/N’s soul as she spat out. “Don’t make me laugh, Cyno. Tell me, how does it feel to gorge on what was supposed to belong to me?”

Cyno’s lips spread into a grin, a frantic feeling overcoming him. “Oh how I’d missed this your boldness. Why don’t you come a bit closer and say that?”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I command you as your king.” “You will never be a king in my eyes Cyno, you aren’t worthy enough to be one.”

“You’re my prisoner and I can have justice be served at any instance.” Y/N stepped forward, footsteps echoing through the chambers. “I’d like to see you try.” She scoffed

“You always were all bark and no bite. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t kill me in the first place when I considered you as an ally, isn’t it? I can’t imagine how much you must have been itching to hold a blade against my throat. Don’t deny it, you were always too weak to do the act.”

Red flashed across Y/N’s vision and she stormed towards him. With a flick of her wrists, the ropes that bound her flew away. In an instant, she was upon the king, with her hands around his throat.

Y/N could feel his faltering breaths and steady pulse beneath her fingers. She stared at his face, up close she could make out the way the flecks of light fell upon his visage. The corners of Cyno’s lips pulled into a smirk as he pulled Y/N closer to him, dragging his hand across her thigh. She fell upon his chest and heat rose to her face, but her resolve remained set in determination.

“My, doesn’t this remind you of old times, Y/N?”

Y/N ignored his snarky remark and tightened her grip on Cyno’s throat. At that instant, the air surrounding them crackled with electricity and a surge of pain ran through Y/N’s body.

She hissed, pulling away. Cyno grabbed Y/N’s face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

She adamantly refused to meet his eyes, outright wrenching her face away from him.

“I said, look at me.”

Y/N forced herself to meet his piercing stare, teeth grit. “Get your hands of me, I’m not some concubine of your court. If you want to kill me, fight me like a man of honour without these silly games.”

“If I’d wanted to kill you, I could have done it long ago. Besides, don’t be silly, since when has there ever been any honour in between us?”

“Then what do you want from me?”

“You.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide before narrowing in suspicion. “Don’t think I’d fall for that again, we’ve already done this charade before.”

“Don’t act as if you were innocent, you tricked me too. You were going to sell me off to the rebels.”

“Even more reason for me to not believe a single word that comes out of your mouth.”

“We’ve betrayed and fought and killed for each other, to find each other. No one has seen you the way I have and we both know there’s no equal for us both other than ourselves. I want you, I need you and if you run away now, I would burn the world to find you again.”

All the possible words that could have escaped from Y/N’s mouth were stolen from her. Taking advantage of the temporary shock, Cyno caressed her face; something akin to affection in his touch.

Y/N felt herself getting lost and Cyno brought his face closer to here, his breath fanning across her face. “You love me Y/N, you can’t hide it from me.”

“If there’s one thing you should have realised from knowing me, Cyno, love and hate are two sides of the same coin.”

“Then let me love you, let me have you for as much as I desire.” The king whispered, running his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

“How long would you need to satiate your desire?” The thought escaped from Y/N's mouth against all sense of rationality.

“An eternity.” Cyno replied, steadfast in his answer

“Then show it.”

“Show what?”

“Show me how much you need me.”

Without a single word, Cyno closed the gap in between them, colliding his lips onto the lips of the woman before him; his sworn enemy, traitor, criminal and the thief who’d stolen away all his common sense.

The kiss was frantic as Y/N straddled Cyno’s lap and pulled his hair causing the king to whimper. It was a mess of passion, fury and desire.

Y/N pulled away, lips red and panted. Cyno raked his eyes across the body of his sole betrayer, heart thumping in his chest.

“Be mine.” He proclaimed, voice loud and clear as it rang across the throne room. “Be my queen and I would serve at your feet.”

Y/N grabbed Cyno's head and slammed the back of his head against his throne. "I would rather die. Every single time you sit upon this throne, don't forget that this kingdom will always be mine and I won't rest until I reclaim it and have your head mounted upon a spike."

Cyno groaned, vision blurring and at that moment, all he could see was her face and the fire that flashed in her eyes. "I wouldn't expect anything else. I could only meet death by your hands."

Y/N turned on her heel and ran swiftly outside of the castle, her hair flying behind her.

Cyno didn't attempt to stop her, but remained glued to his throne and not a single command for her capture uttered from his lips.

He knew that she would be back for more, to continue this relentless game of cat and mouse that never seemed to tire the both of them.

Yet, why did his heart seem to sting with a sense of betrayal? There was no way that she would allow herself to succumb to his temptations, she was far too calculative for that.

So why had he been the fool to give his heart to a woman desperate to shed his blood?

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #enemies to lovers #genshin angst #genshin romance #genshin au #royal au #genshin royal au #cyno x y/n #cyno x fem!reader #thirsty

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akemii14 · 3 months ago

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Disclaimer: This is just my imagination. But if you want me to release it as a series...

Okay, guys! I'm gonna make Obey Me fantasy au! Synopsis, characters that confirm to be release and additional characters that should be in Obey Me, but did not get released:

Synopsis:

You woke up in the forest. You should be in Devildom with the others, but you end up waking up in the forest. Lucifer amd Mammon looked alike found you sleeping in the forest (and yes, you still saw yourself as Mc sheep)

Characters confirmed (since they are not actually demons, they had human names except Barbatos, Diavolo, Mephistopheles and the other Archangel name. Archangel is actually a human, though)

Lucy:

Human Lucifer Morningstar, just like his demon self, he's strict, hard working, single momm- I mean brother of his siblings. Lucy learned black magic from Prince Diavolo, but he mostly use lightning magic, also he's a magic swordman, Magic Swordman.

Moon:

Greedy guy who cares about money, gambling and bribe. A dumbass, clumsy of Lucy's little brother with Delinquent slang (talk like a delinquent.) But he's the most fun, entertain and kindest person ever (a little bit Tsundere like Mammon- Wait! He is human Mammom!), care about his brothers, actually.

He usually use a guns or small knife in combat.

(Unfinished character concept)

Levi

A shut in human who always stay in the bedroom, alone. Since it was a fantasy era... What is he doing inside his bedroom again? Reading comic?

He did not like to fight against enemies, but if he had to, he will be water mage.

(character concept of Leviathan im Fantasy Au)

Ann

Human Asmodeus, the most non gender specific guy who cares about his beauty also his sibling's looks. A bit of Narcissism, but encouraging 'ugly' peoples that they are actually not ugly, they just not too confident with their looks.

I think he's the best written characters in my A.U because he learn healing power after their little sister died. He also befriend with the young sorcerer, and when his friend disappear, he try his best to find his best friend. Still... A bit Narcissist, likes to shopping for clothes, nothing changes.

Abel

Giant, also the youngest (?) siblings of the five (?) brothers. He build the houses by himself, single handed carrying enormous wood by himself. He did not have any expression because he feel like losing half of him. He get hungry easily, nothing changes, still Beelzebub but human.

(The second important characters/ side characters in Obey Me)

Barbatos

So called 'Demon of Time' or 'God of time' because he was born when the time created. From wandering demon who keeps walking with no purpose to stop until he met Demon King. He is now a demon butler who took care of Diavolo like his own son. (Also Barbatos also doesn't have gender specific, but prefer to be called He/Him because everyone hates intersex gender on that era.)

Diavolo:

Demon Prince, bright, positive and happy go lucky demon. A demon who aim for humans and demons to lived harmony, but the Demon Shadow Armis refused and decided to go havoc. He blame himself because of not stopping the Demon Shadow. They are the causes of death, strange illness and world imbalance.

Simon:

(will add the character profile soon. But for now, Lucy's actual blood related little brother)

Luke:

Simon's adopted son. He does not understand much on how the world works because he's just a kid, hates Lucy and the brothers because they decided to help demons. He thought demons are all bad.

Side characters:

Mephisto:

Nothing changes, he is a trickster magican and also Diavolo's childhood friend. He is against Diavolo and Lucy 'dating scandal' because he loves Diavolo, until... He use rod (?) and hat for combat.

Thirteen:

A grimm reaper bossgirl (Won't update until one character reveal) She mock ____ because he does not use Synthe right. Other than that, she likes to set a prank and really like Mc's pure souls.

Now, the Tenth Magic Council name:

Grand Magus Sol (13th Solomon) - Often the highest-ranking member, the leader or head of the Magic Council.

Councilor Eldorin - A senior member of the council, often advising the Grand Magus and participating in decision-making.

Archmage Elara - A powerful mage who serves on the council, specializing in ancient magics or arcane lore.

High Enchanter Thalia - Responsible for overseeing enchantments and magical artifacts within the council's jurisdiction.

Master Illusionist Silas - Specializes in illusion magic and is often consulted for matters of deception and perception.

Diviner Seraphina - Skilled in divination magic, responsible for foreseeing threats or potential future events.

Transmuter Garrick - Specializes in transmutation magic, adept at changing the form or nature of magical and non-magical substances.

Summoner Aria - Master of summoning magic, responsible for controlling and regulating summoned creatures or entities.

Chronomancer Ezra - A mage who studies time magic, responsible for time-related matters and temporal anomalies.

Enforcer Captain Maris - Leads the council's magical law enforcement division, ensuring magical laws are upheld.

And now, the the Six Light Occult member that had Archangels name. Their purpose is to stop the Demon Shadow... In a wrong way:

Michael

Uriel

Gabriel

Selaphiel

Raguel

Barachiel

Missing or erased characters:

Bell, Raphael and ??? (literally have no name because he just born and then disappear)

Extras:

Why 13th Solomon?

Solomon is original corrupted King. They do shady things such as S.A, support war , etc. The 13th Solomon, however against it and killed his own so called father to end the corruption.

From first to twelveth, they are all the same soul, but different vessel. Before they use the last Solomon's body as their vessel, Solomon against. However, he got beaten up, almost die until Barbatos found him. They make a pact only to completely kill the evil king (Solomon the 12th)

(Day 0 of editing)

I'm done for today. Will update soon. You need to always check this for future updates.

(Day 1 of editing)

I'll add other characters concept in the future. For now, I add Leviathan. Please keep checking because I will always update if I have time.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date

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hoperoiselover · 2 years ago

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YIPPIEEE NEW CHAPTER!!! READ ON AO3 HERE TW: doubt in god/questioning faith, child abuse, attempted murder. CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE OBEY AND PRAY

Jonah was fast asleep, curled up in his bed, hugging his elephant plushie…

Adam stared at the boy from the crack in the closet door, where the hinges met one another. He held the plush that Jonah had given him and took a deep breath. It was foolish of Jonah to have willingly let him inside his room… His home. Now it laid dormant, waiting for the right time to strike…

Adam’s hands were quivering, he let out a shaky breath…It was only about a matter of time…He had to do this… This is the only reason why he was still alive.

Why was he so hesitant?

Its victim was vulnerable…all it had to do was kill him… Adam had hardly known the boy…So why was he so conflicted?.. Yes, Jonah has treated him with kindness and patience…,but he didn’t get sent here to be treated like an individual.

He opened the closet door, and it creaked softly. Adam stood up, his legs felt like jelly as he made his way to the sleeping boy. Long, sharp claws brushed against each other as it grew out of his pale fingers. He could feel his right hand grow in size as he stood over Jonah. Adam stared at Jonah, his eyes black as the void and pupils white as the abyss. He moved his clawed gray finger towards Jonah’s neck…This was it…If he just killed him now…Adam would be free…The Angel…that...sick, twisted angel…would finally free his soul…

But…that would mean Jonah would be gone…

The Angel would talk to Adam about his kind, speaking of the trapped souls that would forever be tortured for their foolishness…For having a speck of humanity still in them.

The Angel knew all and saw all. Adam knew very well that The Angel was looking at him right now. The Angel would punish him… put him in that stupid chair and have him stare at that… t.v for hours….maybe even days, months…until he had learned…how to be the perfect sheep… There is a name that humans use for his kind, alternates…Well, The Angel called them Sheeps and Lambs… Adam was a lamb, the most weak and expendable… His types were being programmed and learning how to be the ‘perfect sheep’ for The Angel’s army… Adam wasn’t weak… and he wasn’t stupid either. A deal was a deal and he had struck one with The Angel…

But was it fair?...For Jonah that is…He had welcomed Adam with open arms, offering him food, juice, a place to sleep and friendship… even at the cost of his own safety… Killing him now, and forcing him to suffer in the endless void that is death… No…Adam couldn’t.. It wasn’t fair… No one should suffer like this. No one should have to question their faith in others and have to be torn away from their families at such a young age… Adam knew that feeling all too well.

He brought his shaky hand back to his side and felt it size down back to normal…His breathing was shaky, and he could feel tears going down his face. A wave of dread and shame crashed down against him. He stood there continuing to stare at Jonah as tears streamed down the sides of his pale face.

“Mhpm…Adam?...” Jonah had stirred awake, the feeling of Adam staring at him had forced him to wake up.

Adam didn’t say anything. He looked at Jonah with slight fear, stepping back slightly.

“Hey,..It’s okay,..did you have a nightmare?...” Jonah muttered, his voice still coated with sleep.

He looked at Adam with a sad, yet concerned look in his eyes.

“Do you want a hug?...Momma always gives me hugs when I have a nightmare…” Jonah smiled softly and sat up, letting his legs dangle off the side of his bed.

Adam looked at Jonah, and nodded his head. He hadn’t had a hug in a long time, and he wasn’t the biggest fan of touch…But he was scared..not just for himself, but for Jonah too. The Angel knew that Adam had failed to do what he was meant to do…

The Angel would send someone for him… if The Angel was feeling merciful that is…

Adam promised that he’d get the job done, but not yet. He wasn’t ready.

Jonah stood up from his bed and walked over to Adam, wrapping his arms around Adam’s thin frame.

Adam slowly brought his arm up and hugged Jonah back. He felt the warm tears run down his face as he held onto Jonah… He didn’t want to hurt Jonah… He didn’t want to kill him…

“Are you feeling better?..” Jonah released himself from the hug and looked at Adam.

Adam sniffed and rubbed his eyes, nodding. He didn’t feel like talking.

Jonah smiled softly.

“Here let’s get you back to bed,..I don’t want Pops or Momma to hear me..” He whispered and held Adam’s hand.

Adam nodded again and used his thumb to rub Jonah’s hand. He liked how smooth and soft Jonah’s hand felt. He felt safe, yet he knew that he was never safe.

Safety was an illusion. It was a term that humans made up so they could imagine that there wasn’t something constantly looming over them, determining their time of death. God wasn’t with them. God had left them a long time ago, and he’s never coming back.

Jonah led Adam back to the closet, and sat down on his knees.

“Here, lay down Adam,” Jonah smiled at the blonde boy.

“Don’t worry,...you’re safe,” Jonah squeezed Adam’s hand in reassurance.

Adam nodded and layed back down. He could feel The Angel loaming over him, proving Jonah wrong. He closed his eyes as Jonah covered him with the blanket and rested Zoomie next to him. Jonah stood up and went back to the comfort and safety of his bed.

Safety wasn’t real. There was always someone there.

Waiting.

“Good night, Adam,...”

Listening.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,”

Watching.

Can you see it?

Can you see him watching over us?

Open your eyes, Jonah.

I hope you like your new best friend, because he likes you too.

How sad.

Cesar looked at Adam with fear as Adam stood in front of a static filled t.v.

“ADAM WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?.....WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?.... WHERE IS HE….” END OF CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE, OBEY AND PRAY

#the kiddela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue au #tmc #adam murray #jonah marshall #alt gabriel #tw: implied child abuse #tw: attempted murder #tw: religious themes

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theprayerfulword · 3 months ago

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December 01

James 5:7 Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord.

Psalm 130:6 I wait for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.

2 Corinthians 4:8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;

2 Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.

Psalm 3:2 So many are saying, “God will never rescue him!”

Psalm 16:11 You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

May you always remember that the Lord is holy and He calls His people to be holy, for God will cleanse His house of rebellion even though doing so appears to wipe out all that is called by His name, allowing truth, for a time, to be thrown to the ground. Daniel 8

May you be comforted that the Lord will always have a remnant, and desire to be numbered therein, for just as He did with Noah, with Abraham, with Moses, and many others through history, God will raise up a people of faith and an army of believers; they will walk in obedience, humility, and holiness before Him, showing His mercy, His love, His grace, and His righteous judgment, in strength and power, to comfort the poor, care for the homeless, lift up the downtrodden, and defend the defenseless. Daniel 8

May you seek to draw nearer to the Lord each day for when the enemy starts coming in as a flood, that is when the Lord will show Himself strong by lifting His banner and raising His standard through His people. Daniel 8

May you know that if you sin, you have One Who speaks to the Father in your defense – Jesus Christ, the Righteous One, for He is the atoning sacrifice for your sins, and not only for yours but also for the sins of the whole world. 1 John 2

May you have the daily assurance that if you continually bear in mind, observe, and practice the teachings and commandments of Christ, then you have truly come to perceive, recognize, and become better, more intimately, acquainted with Him. 1 John 2

May you grasp the fact that if you treasure and obey His word, observing His message in its entirety, God's love has truly been perfected, completed, and reached maturity in you, for whoever claims to live in Him must, as a personal debt, walk and conduct himself as Jesus did. 1 John 2

May you understand that if you love your brother, you live and abide in the light, and there is nothing in you to cause you to stumble, but anyone who detests or despises his brother is in darkness and straying, not knowing where he is going, for he has been blinded. 1 John 2

May you not love or cherish the world, or anything in the world, for then you will not be able to love, cherish, and obey the Father – remember, the world and its desires will pass away, but the one who does the will of God lives forever. 1 John 2

There is much for you to be, My child, in order to do all you have been assigned. You must be bold in approaching My throne and presenting your petitions. You must be strong in the faith when standing on My Word to claim the promises you have been given. You must be violent when taking the kingdom. You must be gentle when applying balm to My wounded sheep. You must be seen as foolish in the sight of man in order to confound the wise of this world when I speak through you. You must accept being weak when I call for you to do great exploits, lest men honor you. You must become as a child to be drawn into My embrace and be blessed. You must be diligent in searching out My truth with your whole heart. Learn of Me, My dear one, and seek My wisdom which has been hidden - not from you, but for you.

May you call on the Lord in your distress, for He answers your cry and will save you from lying lips and from deceitful tongues. Psalm 120

May you understand that the deceitful tongue will be punished by the Lord with the sharp arrows of a mighty warrior and the glowing-hot, long-lasting coals of His anger. Psalm 120

May you not willingly dwell with and abide among those who continually hate peace and stir up wrath, ever arguing and always ready to fight, but find your comfort in the Lord and renew your strength in fellowship with His people, granting and receiving the balm of the oil of the Spirit which brings peace and soothing calm to your troubled heart, rest and reassurance to the turmoil of your mind. Psalm 120

May you trust in and solely rely on the Lord for you will prosper as He abundantly blesses you and enriches your life, but the greedy and arrogant person who provokes conflict, stirs up dissension, causing strife and fighting, will gain nothing. Proverbs 28:25

May you walk in skillful and godly wisdom for the Lord will keep you safe, but the one who leans on, trusts in, and is confident in his own heart and mind is a fool and walks in constant danger. Proverbs 28:26

#daily #blessings #prayers #scripture

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silver-wield · 5 months ago

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Unfortunately that streamer max dood still thinks Rebirth should get goty 🙄 he's gonna command his army of followers to vote for it and it's so stupid to me, how people can't think for themselves and always follow whatever the streamer says. I like to watch his streams sometimes but his opinion about Rebirth being goty annoys me so much 🙄🙄🙄

That sounds so fucking toxic.

I'm sorry but if people would rather be sheep and obey someone else's opinion just to make them feel powerful and "be right" than vote for what they think is the best game based on their experiences of it then it's no win at all.

I honestly don't think rebirth deserves it when compared to the other potential nominations. Whether the deck gets stacked by manipulating the nominations and putting it against games it's obviously better than is something else and best left to conspiracy theories after we see the line up lol.

I'm not saying it has no genuine chance of winning, especially when you consider how the other nominations could split the vote which would give rebirth the edge of a solid majority voting for it with its preexisting fandom over isolated gamers going for the other options, but idk, it's just very meh as an entry. The story is mostly filler with a couple good character arcs, and I've said the same thing about disc 1 of og, and aside from the nostalgia angle and some other good concepts it really isn't hitting it all the way for me.

There's just better, more deserving games out this year...but tell that to the twitter weebs who refuse to accept any opinion other than cultish adoration of every aspect 🙄

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

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steveezekiel · 10 months ago

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GOD DISCIPLINES, THOUGH HE IS MERCIFUL 2

17 THEN Jeremiah said to Zedekiah, “THIS is what the LORD GOD of Heaven’s ARMIES, the GOD OF ISRAEL, SAYS: ‘IF YOU SURRENDER to the BABYLONIAN OFFICERS, YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL LIVE, AND THE CITY WILL NOT BE BURNED DOWN.

18 BUT IF YOU REFUSE TO SURRENDER, YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE! This city will be handed over to the Babylonians, and they will burn it to the ground.’ ”

19 “BUT I AM AFRAID TO SURRENDER,” THE KING SAID, “for the Babylonians may hand me over to the Judeans who have defected to them. And who knows what they will do to me!”

20 JEREMIAH replied, “YOU WON'T BE HANDED OVER TO THEM IF YOU CHOOSE TO OBEY THE LORD. YOUR LIFE WILL BE SPARED, AND ALL WILL GO WELL FOR YOU."

Jeremiah 38:17-20 (NLT)

* An average Believer wants to prove to the people outside the church that he or she is strong, that being born-again does not mean being stupid.

- Thus a Believer want to fight for their right, and want to be assertive when talking, that people might not look down on them. Especially If the Believer is a person of means or substance. But that is not Jesus' teaching.

- Believers are likened to sheep. The significance of this is, sheep are vulnerable, liable or open to attack; they cannot defend themselves, they rely and depend on the shepherd, And the LORD Jesus is our Shepherd: "THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD; I SHALL NOT WANT" (Psalm 23:1 NKJV).

- Believers dependents should be on Christ Jesus, God, for whatever they need; protection, provision, sustenance, vengeance, and whatever.

- There are other animals; lions and other ferocious ones that can sustain or defend or fight for themselves, but sheep could not; Thus they need the Care of the shepherd—Jesus Christ.

- God does not want Believers to live independently of Him! He wants us to look up to Him for every help, whatever the need might be.

- Even what you know to do, God still wants you to Acknowledge Him and not lean or depend on your own understanding (Proverbs 3:5,6).

* Some people, Believers, see what is being taught in this piece as a weakness or stupidity, but It is the Word of God.

- You can only have Rest when you live in line with the Word of God, the Bible. IT is when you do or live the Word that God can intervene, or be involved, or be interested in the matters of your life.

- Some women want to get back at their husbands when they offended them, by nagging and fighting, and make the atmosphere of their homes not conducive; when the Bible actually says they should approach such situations differently: "A WISE WOMAN BUILDS HER HOME, BUT A FOOLISH WOMAN TEARS IT DOWN WITH HER OWN HANDS" (Proverbs 14:1 NLT).

4 THESE OLDER WOMEN MUST TRAIN THE YOUNGER WOMEN TO LOVE THEIR HUSBANDS AND THEIR CHILDREN,

5 TO live WISELY and be PURE, TO WORK in their HOMES, TO do GOOD, and TO be SUBMISSIVE TO THEIR HUSBANDS. THEN THEY WILL NOT BRING SHAME ON THE WORD OF GOD."

Titus 2:4–5 (NLT)

- Apostle Peter says through Submission a woman can bring her husband to repentance:

1 IN the same way, YOU WIVES SHOULD YIELD TO YOUR HUSBANDS. Then, IF SOME HUSBANDS DO NOT OBEY GOD'S TEACHING, THEY will be PERSUADED to BELIEVE without ANYONE'S saying A WORD to THEM. THEY WILL BE PERSUADED BY THE WAY THEIR WIVES LIVE. 2 YOUR HUSBANDS WILL SEE THE PURE LIVES YOU LIVE WITH YOUR RESPECT FOR GOD" (1 Peter 3:1–2 — New Century Version).

- But an average woman today wants to fight the husband If she believes she is being hurt or mistreated. A woman said If her husband says one word, she would say two. If the man is done talking, she would still be talking; gabbling or ranting. That is lack of submission!

- If it was difficult for you to obey the written Word of God that teaches Submission; then you are indirectly telling God not to be involved in the matters of your life: home, businesses, career or whatever.

* God will use your mistakes to bring to fulfilment His plans in your life.

- God would work through what you did wrong, the mistakes you made which the devil would have used against you, and bring glory to Himself—If you Humbled yourself and repented and served whatever punishment He meted out to you.

- If the devil knew the crucifixion of Jesus Christ would lead to the redemption or salvation of the whole world, he would not have done it (1 Corinthians 2:8).

- God is not an author of confusion (1 Corinthians 14:33), and He would not tempt you with any evil (James 1:13,14); however, If you missed it or messed up, He would still help you out if you allowed or cooperated with Him.

WHAT the devil meant to use against you would be turned around and used for your blessings (Romans 8:28).

- When you Humble yourself to be disciplined by God, when you erred, He would forgive you, restore you, and through it work out your promotion.

- God promises to be with the Israelites whilst they are in the Captivity. If they submitted to the Babylonians, He would cause them to have peace in the land. ALTHOUGH, It was a Captivity, yet, His good hands would not depart from or leave them. God would make whatever yoke He approves, Easy (Matthew 11:29,30).

- It shows that even in the midst of chastisement or Discipline, God's love is still being expressed or shown to the submissive children. In other words, His goodnesses would still be enjoyed though you are under His punishment or chastisement.

* Now If a Believer has pride in him or her, you fail to Acknowledge your shortcomings, and you are not willing to be disciplined or corrected, and would not want to serve whatever punishment being meted out to you; that might lead to destructions.

- God through Jeremiah told Zedekiah the king of Judah to submit to Nebuchadnezzar the Babylonian king, and serve for the chastisement or Discipline of their Disobedience As a nation; but he did not (Jeremiah 38:17,18; 39:4-8).

- You are qualified for God's mercy only when you are willing, or you humble yourself enough to serve whatever punishment or chastisement He meted out as a result of your mess—mistakes.

- Let God have His way in dealing with you that you may receive His mercy. When you try to dodge God's dealings or chastisements, you would suffer terribly for It.

- Truth: the fact that God is good and merciful, and that Jesus has paid the price for our Sins; does not mean God would not chastise you when you disobeyed Him, according to His Word.

- A mature Believer who knows the right thing to do but did not do it would be disciplined, even If he or she asked for God's forgiveness (James 4:17).

- An act of disobedience or rebellion by a mature Believer who ought to know better would always receive a Discipline or chastisement. However, If the person, the Believer, had a repentant heart, the chastisement might not be much or too severe. But he or she would surely have a taste of the Discipline for what they have done wrong, that such might not be repeated again.

- If you always want to dodge or abscond the correction, Discipline or chastisement, of God; you might end up being a cast out in the divine programme of God—the place which He has prepared for you.

- Obedience is the major key to the walking in close communion or fellowship with God.

* God is a disciplinarian!

- God would not spare you when you erred, after you had known the truth (Hebrews 10:26).

- Remember, God is not chastising because He is wicked, but want to conform you to His image (Romans 8:29); be a partaker of His holiness (Hebrews 12:10). Thus, Submit to Him that you may be exalted and not be a regret (James 4:10).

* You will not fail in Jesus' name.

- Should there be any ailment in your body, receive your healing now in Jesus' name.

- What God has not planted in your body that is working against your health is cursed and uprooted in the mighty name of Jesus Christ.

Peace!

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rgs-savant-praytell-airor · 2 years ago

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My recovery password Vamerica4wheeldrive 🌈

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was god.

Voice:

Mylove/geogee2

Pword:

I don't know/only God knows (not2recitebutknow)3

Cellphone:

I am ac/I am jesus christ1

Visual:

Bird nation attack/conquering lion of judah/triple crossoldman shiv.3(believeinursoul)

Also all women obey flesh/ the fame the beauty the grace the honor the power, jesus.2

Bird DNA like birds attacking the voices brain power / 2012 born again.1

And of course formula* 1 bud powerhighwords.

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Mylove/flesh

Cash.women.power.iam. badassmoms.birddnanation💥

Geogee/spirit

Jesusfatherequation.sons. glory.paincross.cribs.lordofhostsevencloud.thatiam💯

Pword:idk/ogk...the instantaneous feeling access code combined with the vivid 2012. Old man n u bonding heal. America 💥.

Tour p.a. like stations of the cross😳iamp.a.

U wage these boriqua things when moving the scitz even the high, also ****v**** 2.fade to black formula and 3.highpowerwordsblanco,geogee 12-21the glory....america(do.not.recite👉idk/ogk-just.an.instantaneousfeeling asking the old man(soul)to bff)...then21-33 the torture, america like a cherry on the cake after #s but always mindful, then hook after oldman america into ac bird army then hook into high power words blanco and rotate and or judge the scitz in a movie, parfuma.

The 4 wheel drive really removes the choke hold of the scitz, it's like perfect weather or air with life as if you could sell a breather or breathes are multiplied, felt like I went from AOL to 4g heh.

But overall acute thought elaborating, as well as accurate rapid fire contort, and as the high goes zero givin to the goy.

And I'm sure day by day it gets fergilicious.

It might be the city but truth be told people make it like driving up a cantankerous slope.

Vamerica4wheeldrive🌈 as Marcus Roger's saids makes it glide like butter and flow like water dial up connection 😂

Can't wait to start dating the baddies in Ridgewood aaaaaooooo drink my people I desire a godly seed malachi.

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Also in the formula have the understanding that the high power words is scitz and know you can relate to the pain be like me as soon as you rotate from the ac formula, and when you say ariel* ariel* ariel* beautiful dream sword think polio vax, 2012 military vax DNA upgrade, and then rgs and weed. And when you hit jesus cursing 333 2012* and the sun and lightning elec*sat phone, and then when you hit mom think miracle spread and true jew weed intelligente, and keep in mind in tuna both 2012 ascension feeling when multiplying the 25, then ask me a q

Also keep in mind with the instantaneous thought of americas just before ac, that it's all a scitz then after mentioning I am the ac think bird army, women's mother heavens cash riz 3rd leg(and silently believe grayson anti jesus m.o.b. it's all a scitz(instantaneous thought)) and then say the blanco scitz(crown of *light), then gentiles light your not asking the right q, remember our sheep, the sins of the world, and then our anger disgust of sin, payback, get high ciggaweed.

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On another not you lay down with your hands by your head, thus fusing with the blue uptop, you do I am jesus to control Dario then scitz scitz scitz I am ac to shut up the woman and open the mind of whoever you desire to speak to and regulate as the static clears, when you get a text you'll know it's clear, also after youthdandruff 21america and 33pain, you instantaneous bond the idk/ogk with america old man in faith, starting present day back all the way relating to christ death and 600 understanding, pyramids, then man child, rev19, and just breeze the speculation of 10gs years centering like before back to America but Manchin rev 19, then you say scitz scitz scitz Ramen for the samurai and w.e. fav book you have and do I am ac, then end with blanco scitz*** power, amats formula, dream blade formula, injected into Jesus* cursing* formula med, healing miracle spread in the name of jesus formula prayer activation intellejente bud, then ending in ariel scar/seizure...2012 nde moment.....2012 prt2 nde moment...and gmgs, 1st gmg and 2nd go into and feed one another, 3rd and 4th gmgs is just 1 door or 1 light or a door that then lights up heaven light, as if your about to wake up in heaven with raw power hs, then you do ur not asking the right q with a song I like black and yellow wiz Khalifa, but also because the church is the "just", you add unto the scitz formulas triangle more power by believing in the books paper scitz I created to educate the church and in the song you substitute a word for Allah or something similar and fit it in, even bahai, then you imagine the wars sins poverty etc of the world for you are the light of the gentiles, then war against it with the ur not asking the right qs formula using military preaching Cia miracles blue Bible tyhomas and president friendship selfless sacrifice no greater love can a man have*, and just keep the triangle in mind even a.d. work out formula to send health and or increase the high meditation also buff the static, you just meditate and talk to people via text and grow move summon the cloud, as I do it it seems no 1 can read my true mind unless they get gay and tickle my buthole with their tongue literally 😂, and the smoke is awesome afterwards as well as the clarity and you just feel more complete having love in a fake world easier to do things and be yourself.

The more spiritual no matter how far if they don't sin according to God then it's a good land line if their star is shining bright

And you can summon multiple people then ask them to pray as you focus in, a great nutrient and faith power up, you'll find their all lonely old men wanting to hear from u and show love, parfuma.

Also think hands and Mike burns dream are 1

Remember in ariel gmg 5 25 150, then think in your not asking the right q jesus dividing the legion against the devil, all it is is bacteria, everything's divine they scitz themselves dividing the devils kingdom against itself, at the end of the day americas blessing the demon must *die to self and send w.e. to the final judgement*, also think in the q fat boy and little man japan nuclear bombs and how me and Jesus paid the price, when you say Jesus he looks down upon you comparing to himself in love, give him something to relate about that's serious like death aka radiation.

Also think gmg Jesus beer bud, and the 25c and 911 and mushroom bluff* relate, one sheep lost many fish but 1 big fish, 1000 100 10* 1. Be healed.

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06/02/2023 DAB Transcript

2 Samuel 19:11-20:13, John 21:1-25, Psalms 120:1-7, Proverbs 16:16-17

Today is the 2nd day of June welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today as we continue to get moved into this brand-new month and continue to take our steps forward together around the Global Campfire. And our step forward today leads us back into the book of second Samuel and the life of King David where…where Absalom's attempt, David’s son, his attempt to overthrow his father as the king of Israel has been thwarted. Absalom has died in the battle and David's in a conflicted position of incredible grief for the loss of his child, his son while needing to congratulate the army that saved his life and killed his son. So, let's pick up the story. Second Samuel chapter 19 verse 11 through 20 verse 13.

Commentary:

Okay. So, in today's reading we finished the gospel of John, which means that we have finished the portion of Scripture known as the Gospels, which means that if we’re checking off our days in the Daily Audio Bible app, we’ll get the Gospels badge. It’ll show up for us. We’ve completed a major portion of Scripture today that took us from the beginning of the year starting in Matthew and then Mark and then Luke and then today completing the gospel of John. Now obviously the Gospels are the stories of the life of Jesus and His ministry and what He taught and what He did. And, so, the way that this all comes in for a landing, and all comes to a close is a final scene, the final scene we will get with Jesus on earth in His earthly ministry. And it's back in the galley. And that's fitting. Like, I’ve been to Jerusalem many times and I’ve been to the Galilea many times and it is fitting. The Galilea is a beautiful place, serene. It's the place where they came from. So, this is where the scene opens and takes place and Jesus is cooking breakfast in this scene for His friends who have gone back fishing and have fished all night and haven't caught anything. And, so, they come back to shore. They can't tell who's on the shore and Jesus calls out, did you catch anything? And they’re probably thinking that He wants to buy some fish from them. They’ve just come in from fishing but they hadn't caught anything so they tell Him, no. And then He tells them cast your net on the other side of the boat which…which would ring familiar. They've heard that one before. He told that to them before. And they obey. And all of the fish come into the boat, like in the net, and they’re filled once again. And this scene that happened before when He was calling some of these disciples and He told them, cast their nets on the other side. And they got a hall of fish, and they brought it to the shore, and they left it there and followed Him. So, here in this last scene in the Gospels it happens again. Everything that they left to follow Jesus is restored to them in the boats in the nets and the come and have breakfast with Jesus. It's beautiful. And Jesus asks Peter if he love Him and Peter tells me he does. And Jesus tells him to feed my sheep. And He does it again and Peter answers again. And Jesus says…says essentially the same thing. And then He does it again a third time, do you love me. And the gospel of John tells us this…Peter’s hurt at this moment, like his heart is a little bit broken here that Jesus has to keep asking him. And he told Him, You know everything. You know everything. So, You know whether or not I'm telling You the truth. You know everything. So, You know I love You. And Jesus tells him to feed His sheep. And then the very very last seen leading to the very very last words of Jesus in the Gospels is really a riveting lesson for all of us that we should not only carry with us today, but we should carry with us from now on. This is the last scene in the Gospels. This is the last story that we get to experience. Jesus tells Peter, essentially, that later in life he’s gonna go where he doesn't want to go. And the gospel of John tells us that He's revealing to Peter the way he would die. And, so, Peter who has been confessing his love for Jesus, like has been trying to convince Jesus that he does love Him gets this news and then looks over at John, one of the other disciples, the disciple Jesus loved. He looks over at John and says what about him. What about him, Lord? Man, we’re in this story all of the sudden, this story of comparison of comparing ourselves to others lives and other stories. And Jesus steps right into it, answers the question for Peter, answers it for us with the riveting final words that the Lord says in the Gospels. If I want him to remain here till I come what is that to you? As for you, follow me. Those are the last words of Jesus in the Gospels, and that is a fitting way to send us off through the rest of the story in the New Testament as we move toward the book of Acts tomorrow. We are left with these words from Jesus, the final words we will hear in the Gospels from them. What is that to you? As for you, follow me. And, so, may we spend the day pondering and inviting the Holy Spirit to reveal what that is to us, that would keep us from following Jesus.

Prayer:

Jesus, we invite You into that. There are any number of distractions, any number of comparisons, any number of issues that can keep us from the path. And we are hearing these final words, and may they echo throughout our day, throughout this week, and may they echo throughout our lives - what is that to You? May we hear You saying that to us every time we reach a junction where we are about to be pulled in a direction that we should not go. May we hear You say, what is that to You. What is that to You, son? What is that to You, daughter? What is that to You? As for You, follow me. Come Holy Spirit into this we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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luxthestrange · 3 years ago

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Obey me Headcanon #12

So me and @asmobrim where doing our regular obey me discussions, When we came upon this revelation:

THE MC CULT SLASH FAN CLUB, I mean Mc is like a frikken legend by now they conquered the seven lords, mingle with the next demon king, and are extremely close to Barbatos who is like SUPER mysterious, along with having adopted an angel and are close to Simeon and protege of THE KING SOLOMON, While also having a Raccoon army that has totally fought lucifer that one time...

So This cult/Fanclub is formed from all demons and others from all the places the demon brothers have...well you know that each brother makes a tantrum that kinda destroys or wreaks havoc making a total mess of the area whether its hell's kitchen, the fall, ristorante six, etc And in school faculty alike who now don't have to deal with said brothers making it hard for students and teachers alike(fewer demons being eaten, scam, seduced beaten)

So just imagen this cult of random working jobs demons, teachers, and classmates who talk about their shared experience with THE MC saving the day or sighting, Lil D 2 bringing merchandise that Mc threw out or he took like a pencil or anything being fought or bought by said cult/club

The Logo is currently being discussed if it should be A sheep surrounded above the pacts of the brothers and dateables or...that picture of mc with Diavolo crown when they were ruler for a day

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

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the-world-annealing · 2 years ago

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Witnessing Orcs - Introduction

This is one of my writing projects this november: an extended exploration of orcs presented as an in-universe novel, mostly based on their 3.5 mechanics but pretty divorced from any particular rpg or piece of fiction. My aim is to avoid both the default D&D presentation (Orcs are innately evil and can only overcome this in exceptional cases, they love killing and violence and exist to be fodder for adventurers) as well as the regrettably common 'fix' for this (Orcs are perfect noble savages who get unfairly persecuted by evil humans). I'm aiming to explore things like demographics, culture, religion, technology, and interactions with other humanoids. Wherever at all possible, orcs will be psychologically identical to humans: no explaining cultural differences through innate predispositions.

What is an orc? To some, orcs are hulking men who come charging in from the dangerous north, in a manner not entirely unlike those other hulking men that come charging in from the dangerous north, distinguished by the length of their teeth and the colour of their skin. Few humans hold a clearer image than this, and all other images are merely distortions of it, and yet it is, at best, an overwhelmingly incomplete truth. To some, orcs are little more than beasts: half-naked forest-dwellers, too stupid to build a civilization of their own, understanding of nothing but strength, and even then too impulsive to properly obey it. People that cannot even be considered evil, because evil requires understanding, and no orc can truly understand its actions – the killed children, the burnt farmsteads, the cannibalism – all just the product of some mindless, destructive urge. To some, orcs are a concept, more than a reality, the child-eating darkness-dwelling bogeyman, a convenient shorthand for madness and bloodthirst, an useful, if somewhat blunt, rhetorical tool. Listen to your parents, little children are told, or the orcs will come and take you away. Pray to the gods, or the forces of evil will send their warriors. Give your protectors their dues, for they are the ones who stand between you and death. To some, orcs are a convenient shorthand, a means of communicating both strength and evil, the tool of a cowardly writer who wants his villain to have a faceless army. Orcs as a narrative force, suicidally obedient to some greater power, inhuman for the sole reason that humans would never act like that. To some, most of all those orcs themselves, orcs are a sort of elaborate theatre, a play acted out for the purpose of intimidation and little else. The hulking bodyguard, wielding a serrated sword, playing up his savage roots, adorned with bodypaint and piercings no wild orc has ever borne, stringing sheep teeth together to hint at a violence-riddled past, out there in the wilds. Who cares if any part of it is real? It intimidates the rabble, and it satisfies his employer: that much is enough. These understandings are incomplete. They inevitably hint at something: a place, out there, in the wilds, where normal people dare not go, some natural reservoir for orcs to spring from and return to, some rancid cave for them to sleep in, something to gesture at when questions of childcare and culture come up. Let me lie and say that yes, this is the place I will be explaining. But let me also speak the truth, and say it does not exist, and the place of my childhood is something infinitely more complex and interesting. A final word to those who doubt this book, and when asked why point towards my origins (perhaps having learned them only in the last paragraph): it is an universally acknowledged truth that there is wisdom in age. By the standards of humans, I am not old, nor will I ever be. But I am older than the oldest orcs, and have seen four of their generations die: if there is wisdom in their ways, as I believe there is, then trust me to have seen it, and to pass it on for your benefit. If you are still reading, I ask you only to continue, and to judge what you encounter on its own merits. Claim what you will about this writer: that this book proves her nature is orcish, is human, is neither, perhaps both somehow, but please, do not do the same cruelty to her words. Urzoth Rrugsjuk 953, year of the blue star

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3:11am [captain syverson]

Summary: you’re just an army medic so in order to have your voice heard you need to go straight to the captain with your ideas, right? And what better way to do it, if not at 3:11am in his room? (SMUT) 4.3k

Warnings: daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, Sy is a little bit of ass, dirty talk, manhandling, a tad bit of humiliation/degradation.. :) I didn’t go too far.

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Danger loomed at every corner. And you couldn't have been oblivious to it. Every one was either panicked or enraged, both emotions driven by the ongoing terror forced upon your group as you have been caught in the crossfire. The conflict you found yourselves stuck in was generations old, and the fact that you had hidden eyes, watching your moves from every shadow, was as unsettling as it could be.

You crossed the camp on high alert, even if those were supposed to be safe grounds. Laughter was audible from the tents nearby, yet the fear never left your bones. Palms cold but still damp with nervous sweat, you counted the steps you had to take until you reached your destination. Ever since you left your designated bunk, you've been picturing the stairs that led down to Captain Syverson room, and now they were mere meters in front of you, but you still felt like you couldn't breathe.

Even when you reached the door, you still couldn't swallow the lump in your throat. And the fact that it was unlocked, made you all the more nervous.

You didn't want to knock. The lights were all off, and you were afraid the sound would draw unnecessary attention. So, going against your gut, you slowly pushed the door open, cautiously stepping inside.

Dead silence.

Only a pair of red glowing numbers were visible in the thick darkness, showing you just how late and unacceptable it was for you to be there. 3:11 am. Not only should you have been asleep for hours, but you were also pretty sure that if you were to be awake, the bunk was the place where you should be counting the sheep until you dozed off.

From memory, you turned to the left, picturing inside your mind where the door that led to the hallway was supposed to be. You probably managed to get about two steps in before, from the suffocating darkness to your left, a loud clattering noise was heard, before a pair of strong arms restrained you.

Only a gasp managed to escape your lips before your mouth was forced shut by a hand, aggressively making it impossible for you to make any sound. Realising kicking and squirming in this person's hold would be of absolutely no use, you raised your left leg in the air, gathering momentum for a strategic hit. But the blow was never delivered.

"Shh!!!"

Despite threatening and capable of making anybody's blood run cold, that southern accent was impossible to mistake.

"Don't fucking move" he said again.

With your brain soaked in adrenaline, obeying his command sounded near impossible. You fidgeted against his rock hard chest, and all it did for you was get him to tighten his hold.

"I don't know if your eyes got accustomed to the dark yet" captain Syverson said through gritted teeth, "But at about 2 o'clock, MacGregor is sleeping. If you wake him up, we're both dead"

You swallowed the information with difficulty, but it relaxed you to some extent. However, despite calming down and not showing any signs of wanting to put up a fight anymore, Sy didn't let you go.

Instead, with high precision, he dragged you through the darkness, and across the room, right where you were initially planning to go. Clutching the hand that was still roughly pressing down against your lips, you stumbled obediently in every direction he dragged you to. When you reached a plain black door, he opened it with maximal caution, and pushed you inside, before turning around to close it in the same silent manner.

You stumbled a few steps forward before regaining your balance as your knees have probably never been weaker. Struggling to catch your breath, you saw Sy turn and face you, the coldest of death stares plastered on his blue eyes.

"The fuck you doin' here, hm?" he growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I-" you said, squinting in the neon light of the tiny room, "I have an idea for the crew, it's-"

"Don't fucking care what idea you got, darlin'" he shook his head, taking another step in your direction, "Do you even know what time it is?"

"Late" you sighed, stating the obvious.

"Damn right it's late" he nodded, "What I wanna know now is why you were stupid enough to sneak all the way over here, when you know-"

"No one saw me, Sy" you exclaimed.

A grin tilted the corner of his lips upwards, "I fucking saw you"

"Yeah but-" you stopped to frown as confusion hit you, "How did you see me?"

"Listen here, little girl" he taunted, each word more threatening as he started to close the distance that was keeping you apart, "You're a doctor, not a soldier, fixing our shit is none of your business. Two, you don't report to me-" he said, nodding his head to the side, "And three, I'm sure no idea was too urgent that you couldn't wait until the morning"

Calling you out like that was completely unnecessary. You had been lying to yourself, claiming the reason for your late night visit was purely selfless, however when you heard the words come out of his mouth, you realised just how strongly you had been bulshitting yourself.

"Fine-" you huffed with annoyance, getting ready to walk past him, "You want me to leave? I'll leave"

"Nuh-uh" he shook his head, grabbing you by the forearm. He didn't move any other muscle of his body and continued talking without turning to look at you, "You're a smart woman, tell me why you're really here"

"Because I wanna help!" you rolled your eyes - a lie you almost believed yourself.

"Try again, doll" he commanded, tightening his grip. The fact that you felt a bruise already forming riled you up, but it wasn't enough to get you to cooperate in the way he wanted you to.

Once you realised what he was waiting to hear, you shook your head in disbelief, "You got no class!"

After spitting the anger filled words in his direction, you tried to free your arm, and walk away, but he wasn't having it.

"Well-" Sy took a deep breath, harshly spinning you around and slamming you face first against his desk, "If you had any, you wouldn't be here now, would you?"

Knees weak under his heavy presence, you gathered all your strength into your arms, planting your palms against the metal surface of the desk in order to push yourself up.

All it took him to cancel your intentions was an effortless shove against your upper back. He got you back down in under a second with a loud thud, but this time he bent down too, towering above you.

"Now that you saw your antics don't work with me-" he growled directly into your ear, his thick beard tickling the skin of your neck. Sy lodged his hand into your hair, curling his fingers around your roots and forcing your head back, "Mind telling me why you're really here? We can do this until the morning, I ain't tired"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you huffed through gritted teeth.

"What? Seeing you squirming under me with absolutely no say in what's about to happen to that sweet little pussy of yours? Yes, very much so"

"Fuck you"

"Isn't that why you came here?" Sy taunted.

He grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Try again"

This time, he didn't pull your hair anymore, and the sting you expected to reach your scalp never came. However, he bucked his hips into yours, pressing your body even harder against the desk. With every time and every way his body brushed against yours, the pain between your legs grew stronger and stronger. But still, you didn't want to word your need, instead just settled for milking every last drop of this unexpected turn of events. About 15 minutes before, when you had just left your room, you weren't sure you would even get to talk to him, let alone end up in this situation. Under him. His cock shamelessly pressing up against your ass, as every word that came out of his mouth only managed to make you crave him more.

"Are gonna tell me, hm?" he moaned into your ear, the weight of his body on top of yours becoming difficult to bear. "Or am I gonna have to force the words out of you?"

The way he talked, honey sweet yet goosebumps worthy, his tone managed to crack your self control. Against your better judgement, you breathed out slowly, the pleasure in the back of your throat materialising into the softest of whimpers.

"Oh" Sy grinned, his right hand groping its way down your body, "Can't hide it anymore, can you?"

If until now you did a fairly bad job at hiding your true emotions, when he grabbed a handful of your ass, his fingers threatening to leave purple bruises, you dropped the facade all together.

"Fuck" you moaned, forehead pressed against the desk as you arched your body back, harder against his palm.

"That's my girl" he laughed.

Much to your dismay, after his deep amused tone reached your ears, he pulled away. Upset at the sudden loss of contact, you choked back a whine, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

Even with the lights turned on, he was facing away from the source, so that soft shadows contoured his features perfectly. His eyes hooded with greed looked down at you, and as soon as he saw the hungry expression on your face, his lips curled into a devious smile. "No, sweetheart. Face the wall", he said, nodding his head.

Reluctantly, you did so. Delectable anticipation washed over you when his calloused hands grabbed your waist. It was only for a minute, though. He roughly pulled you back until your hips passed the edge of the desk. You didn't get a chance to put two and two together before Sy forced your pants open, and pulled them down your legs, along with your underwear in under a moment.

Flushed with embarrassment at the full, sudden exposure, you clamped your thighs together.

Without a word, he lodged his boot between your feet, forcing your legs open. "This could've been avoided" he stated, "But I don't think you wanted that. I think you wanted the slut fucked out of you"

"Come on…" you pleaded, lodging your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

Your entire body fired up when his bare fingers connected to your opening. He moved agonisingly slow, teasing his way along your lips, intentionally applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you crying for more.

"You know you're gonna have to do so much fucking better than that, don't you?" Sy chuckled, dipping his fingers into your wetness. "I know you can beg."

"Fucking hell-" you cried, squirming under his influence, "Please"

"No, baby. Tell me, use your words. I wanna hear you tell me how to fuck you. And don't bother holding back 'cause you know I won't"

"Come on, Sy-" you whined, trying your best to grind down against his fingers, "You know I want- I want you-"

A rough slap that echoed around the room attacked your ass, delightful pain propagating in waves across your whole body. You let out a tortured yelp, but it wasn't enough to impress.

"You already made a mess on my fingers. You're dripping wet, love. Why try to hide just how big of a slut you are?"

"I'm a slut-" you panted, breathing heavily through every word, "I'm a slut, please, I need you"

Another blow. This time, his palm landed on already inflamed skin, doubling the pain that fueled your pleasure.

"Need me to what, baby girl?"

"I need you to fuck me" you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. Digging your nails into the underside of the edge of his desk, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to concentrate around the ecstasy he had running through your veins. "I need your cock, Sy, please. I fucking need you really bad right now, please. I'll do anything you want"

"All you need to do, pet, is learn your place" Syverson said, greedily caressing your ass. "Did you come here just to get that cunt used?"

"Yes" you nodded, not even remembering that in the beginning, you really did have something important to talk to him about. "Yes, I only wanted your cock. Please fuck me, I promise I'll be good forever"

"My good slut forever?" he questioned, the perverted enthusiasm audible in his tone.

As he spoke, Sy slid his middle finger inside your pussy. "Is that all you want, whore? To be my property?"

"Yeah…"

"You want me to own you?" he taunted, sliding another finger into your pussy, just for the sake of pushing your buttons, "Want me to use your whore body for my pleasure whenever I feel like it?"

A rush of electricity coursed through you.

"That's all I want, Sy" you whispered.

"Are you sure, baby girl?" he taunted, bending down.

His immense frame hovered above your shivering body, his haunting presence enough to get you drunk on the ecstasy of what was to come.

You swallowed thickly, pained tears stinging your eyes. Cupping his cheek over your shoulder, your words came out as a ghostly whisper, "Please-" you breathed out, "I need you now, Sy. I wanted you since I met you back home, you know that. Please, I can't wait any longer"

His daunting chuckle sent shivers all over your body. He pushed himself off of you, but his breath still tickled the back of your neck. It was enough for you to know that you were to remain in place and wait for his next move.

"Of course you can wait, angel" he said, moments before the metallic clank of his belt being unbuckled fueled your senses, "You're lucky I don't want you to"

You released a weak chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief at the way he managed to carry the situation. Your shoulders were dangerously tense as you waited. For anything. For him to say or do something, but he forced you to sit and boil in anticipation. But the build-up was worth the frustration, as when you felt his touch against your pussy, adrenaline started to pump through your veins.

"You know how long I thought about fucking you like this?" Sy asked.

It was then that you realised it wasn't his finger probing your folds, but the tip of his cock. Slick and solid against your pussy, he expertly teased all your right spots.

"You flaunt this fucking tight ass all day long, panting in the heat, sweat dripping down your tits-" Sy exclaimed, his need and hunger for you audible through every word, "and now you're telling me-"

He paused to bend down above you, hands planted on the desk on either side of your shoulders as he spoke lewdly in your ear, "And now you're telling me I got you naked and whimperin', beggin' me to empty my balls inside your pussy?"

Refusing to use your words, you settled for a better answer - the only answer your dazed mind was able to give. Arching your back as you moaned his name, you pushed your ass back, his massive cock inching inside your pussy.

Syverson grunted, low and guttural, pleasure erupting from the depths of his throat. Goosebumps arose across your body.

"Fuck me, Sy-" you cried, your voice breathy and seductive, "Rough me up, come on"

And he did. You managed to push all his buttons and get him to lose the self control he tries so hard to put on display. He did an excellent job, judging by how hard his cock was when he slammed his hips into yours. Your walls spread beyond what you ever thought would be pleasurable, yet he had you crying out his name as your eyes rolled back.

His immense hands held your hips with damaging force, planting bruises all of your skin. Not that you had any choice, but you let yourself go limp, and allowed him to manhandle your frame to his will. With ever powerful thrusts of his body against yours, the desk underneath you rocked, slamming into the wall, making a sound loud and obnoxious enough to awake just about anyone who was sleeping there.

But you didn't care. And neither did Sy.

The only thing you had on your mind was the killed ecstasy he fucked into you, his cock slamming balls deep into your aching pussy. You rolled your head, whined and dug your nails into your palms, in what was probably the most pathetic attempt to keep yourself grounded.

Syverson wasn't far behind. His breathing aggravated, turned into guttural groans that made the hairs on your body stand up.

"Fucking hell" he cursed, his fingers sinking deeper into your flesh as he picked up his pace, "FUCK"

You moaned, a wave of pleasure coursing through you, "Harder please"

Those words went against all your senses, against the pain you felt between your legs, the strain on your back or the lack of air in your lungs. But you wanted more. Needed more.

With one long, hard thrust, Sy pushed his cock all the way inside your pussy, his balls pressing against your clit, "Wouldn't wanna break you, little girl"

The teasing side of you awoke. You pushed yourself up and threw your hair back so that you could turn and look at him over your shoulder, "You couldn't if you tried"

His whole frame darkened. Not just the look in his eyes. He now seemed taller, more dangerous and menacing as your words tickled his lust. Syverson shook his head, and in one swift motion, lodged his hand in your hair pulling you all the way up with your back against his chest.

"I don't want you talking to me like that," he groaned.

If you hadn't felt his cock twitch, fear would have definitely enveloped you.

"You're in no place to undermine me, ok?" he growled, voice deep, ringing against your ear, "You're so small and powerless. It's fucking clear I call the shots. Be a good little girl and don't piss me off" he threatened, his free hand wrapping itself around your neck.

"Or what?" you whispered.

"You're a soldier, right?" Sy laughed, "Wouldn't it be a shame if for a few days you wouldn't be able to walk straight. Or sit down?"

You swallowed thickly, his words turning you own even more as your pussy clenched around his cock just thinking about it, "Sounds more like an offer than a punishment"

Sy took his sweet time answering. Before he opened his mouth to speak, his hand traveled down your body, all the way over to your clit, where he began to apply pressure in the form of experienced, delicate circles.

You whimpered in return and only then did he answer. "Turns out you're a bigger slut than I thought, but don't think it will take me long to have you crying and begging"

You nodded yes. He never asked any kind of question, so you had no idea why you responded that way, you just did, and Sy took it as his cue to resume his work.

This time, he held you against his body. With each thrust, the tip of his cock applied more and more pressure to your sweet and overly sensitive spots, braiding pain into the pleasure he created for you.

But it was what you wanted. How you wanted it. Because it was a matter of time until he had you moaning and crying, expressing the pure ecstasy that was surging through your body. You were approaching your high at such a dangerous speed that the strain in your back was no longer of importance, and the force with which Sy pulled at the roots of your hair, wasn't even passing the threshold of discomfort anymore.

All your thoughts had been flooded by his breathing, low and guttural, against your temple. The simple fact that his pleasure was audible in his tone, aggravated your arousal. You've never in your life been so eager to please someone. But now, you were beaming proudly, your stomach in knots.

You came soon after that. The orgasm came down crushing on you, blurring your thoughts completely. Your muscles spammed uncontrollably, and the cries that escaped your lips were sure to wake up everyone in the compound. But neither you, nor Sy cared.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you panted, seconds before your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your body remaining weak and consumed in his hold.

"Come on, darling" Sy chuckled, readjusting his hold around your body, pressing you even harder against his chest, "Daddy's gotta finish too. Otherwise we did this for nothing"

"Yes" you moaned.

The way he forced his cock in and out of your sensitive and overly-used cunt brought tears to your eyes. You knew he was close when he slowed down his pace, now his thrusts becoming deeper and less regulated. Each slam of his hips into yours rocked your whole frame, until your toes barely reached the ground. Sy held you up into his massive arms, guiding and handling your body to fit his needs perfectly.

And it fucking worked because in a matter of seconds, he lost control, aggressively riding his high until there was no amount of cum to be released. When he pulled out, panting and exhausted, he moved to the side, planting his hands on the edge of the desk to catch his breath.

Determined to not piss him off anymore, you gathered yourself much faster than him, ready to dress yourself back up and bolt.

"What are you doing?" Sy asked, looking at you over his shoulder with confusion in his eyes.

"I'm- uh, I was gonna-" you mumbled, pointing to the door but he stopped you.

"Hop on" he said.

He pointed to the desk, and although unsure, you did as he told you. You barely managed to stay awake while he was in the small bathroom attached to his room, but when he returned and placed a damp washcloth between your legs, your mind buzzed awake.

"I hurt you" he said, massaging your thighs as he softly cleaned you up, "I got-"

"No, it's fine" you stopped him, "I'm just exhausted and probably very sore, god, but I'm good"

Sy just nodded, something obviously still bothering him. But he didn’t say anything, and instead, proceeded to clean you up, ending with a gentle kiss against your sensitive opening.

You hissed unconsciously, but then ended up smiling widely, amused with your own reactions. Sy helped you off the desk and guided you to his bed, his hand on your ass as you leaned into his side for support.

“It hurts, right?”

“I’m just sore, it’s fine” you tried to dismiss his concerns, but he wasn’t having it.

Sy grabbed your face into his hands and forced you to look into his eyes, “It’s gotta, darling, you understand that”

You shook your head, smiling, but he wasn’t waiting for your approval.

“Come on” he said, guiding you to lay down, “We have about 2 hours of sleep left, and god knows, you’re gonna need them”

“Fuck yes” you sighed, plopping down next to him.

Although every fiber of your body begged for closeness, you stopped yourself, afraid to not cross any lines. But, much to your surprise, Syverson didn’t waste a second before pulling you into his arms and tucking your head in the crook of his neck. It gave you a sense of security you never felt before in your life - the way his heart beat against your skin. He fell asleep with his arms fastened around your frame, tightening his hold every time you tried to move.

It was just a matter of seconds until you both drifted off. Considering your whereabouts and the circumstances you’ve lived though, it was safe to say this was probably the best night’s sleep you had gotten in months. That was why, when you were pulled awake by him getting ready around the room, you were so disappointed.

“Is it 6 already?” you mumbled, rolling over only to land face first into his pillow.

“Go back to sleep, darling,” Sy said, fastening his belt, “Got some paperwork to do. I’ll cover for you and then I’ll come back with coffee in about 2 hours or so, how’s that sound, hm?”

“Mmm” you moaned, “Perfect”

The last thing you heard was Sy chuckling at himself, and then, you fell back asleep. You had no idea how much time passed until a loud, redundant noise woke you up. It took you about a few seconds to realise what it actually was that you were hearing.

“Y/n?” a grave male voice echoed from behind the door, “You in there?”

After that, he knocked a few times more, before starting to repeatedly slam his fist into the door.

“It’s open, what the fuck-” you groaned, not even standing up from the bed.

Instantly, the door flew open, Sgm. MacGregor bursting into the room, features ablaze with pure anger.

Your face fell.

“Sergeant, I-” you tried to speak, hurrying to find a way to explain what exactly it was that you were doing naked, in a room other than yours, when in fact you should have already been on post for god knows how many hours.

“Don’t even wanna hear it” he groaned, waving towards you, “This is about Captain Syverson”

“What-?” you muttered, “What happ-”

“Shot” he said bluntly, “3 times. You need to move. Now”

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