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Murim Dumplings
There is no recipe of Murim Dumplings w/ Chicken Broth in ORV Novel. However, this recipe is inspired and made by combining Chinese and Korean dumplings recipe and hoping for the best it would turn out well.
(dumpling filling)
- ground pork [fat to meat: 2:8]
- ground chicken
- finely chopped shrimp
- cooked korean glass noodles
- firm tofu
- grated ginger
- grated garlic
- finely chopped napa cabbage
- minced shiitake mushroom
- chopped onion chives
- black pepper
- soy sauce
- fish sauce
- sesame oil
- egg
(dumpling wrapper)
- flour
- salt
- hot water
[*note: 15 inches wide (like baozi wide) yet thin (like xiao long bao); with flour to water ratio of 70:30.]
(chicken broth)
- vegetable oil
- chicken wings
- chicken feet
- korean radish
- napa cabbage
- carrots
- white onion
- onion leeks
- chinese celery
- ginger
- garlic
- splash of soy sauce
- splash of fish sauce
- salt & pepper (to taste)
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1.) In a heated big pot, pour a teaspoon of oil and lightly fry the wings and feet until a little light brown. Add 1000ml of water and put all the ingredients. Let it simmer. When the scum surfaces, remove it before letting it boil. Use pressure cooker to save time.
2.) While the chicken broth is boiling, prepare the ingredients for the filling.
3.) Put everything in a big bowl and gently mix together. Set it aside in a cool and dry place with a clear wrap.
4.) When the broth is ready, drain the clear broth in another pot with a strainer. Do not throw the ingredients and make other dish with it. Set the broth aside.
5.) Mix the flour and salt together before adding the hot water, one tablespoon at a time. Knead well until its soft and smooth for 15-20 minutes. Cover the dough with a wet cloth and let it rest for 30 minutes.
6.) Lightly dust a clean work surface with flour to prevent the dough from sticking on the surface. Roll the dough in long cylinder about 10 inches in diameter and thin like a xiao long bao's.
7.) Fill the wrappers with generous fillings and shape them up with baozi-like folding by rotating the hand to make pleats with a thumb pushing the filling in the "bag" and pinching the top to seal it. Lightly wet it on the sides to seal it well.
8.) Brush steamer with oil before placing the dumplings and cook by steaming for 12-15 minutes.
9.) When the dumplings are cooked, serve it with the chicken broth. Enjoy!
#i haven't have the time to try out this recipe yet#but whoever shall try please tell me how it is#murim dumplings with chicken broth#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#orv#omniscient reader
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Practice Makes Perfect
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"Ready for your big move?" Jacob huffed, dropping a particularly heavy box onto the top of another. He'd come over to help you start packing up, you had a week left.
"Mostly, yeah I think so." You grinned, knowing he was talking more about emotionally than materialistically. Your eyes scanned the bare bones of your first apartment. It had been a welcoming and safe space for a handful of years now, but the time had come to move onto bigger and better things.
"Let's drink to the beginning of the end, then, shall we?" Your dearest pal declared, toting over glasses and liquor from your fridge.
"Don't say it like that, nothings ending here." You warn, sick at the thought of there being a time limit on your friendship once a little space got in the way. Jacob sat next to you on the sofa, pouring you each a drink.
"Okay sorry, we'll toast to now, then. May we enjoy every moment." Jacob's sincerity past the silly tone he used warmed your confounded heart. So many feelings had plagued you since finding out about your big move. How excited you were for the fresh start, and how you were, in fact, dreading leaving behind everything you loved so dearly, everyone.
As you sat and drank, it was all Jacob could talk about. He asked you all kinds of questions. What the place was like you were headed to, how you may come to decorate the home you were set to buy. How you may plan to spend your time. You fawned over descriptions of some new furniture you'd had shipped to your new place. And excitedly quipped about the plans you were making for the distant future.
"I hope to just go wild. Create a whole new thing for myself, ya know? Try everything, live to the fullest." The realizations that you could become whoever you wanted most to be in an all new place had your imagination running wild since theses plans became solid.
"And what are you most nervous about?" Jacob countered, squinting as if he knew this question was one that might really challenge you.
"Oh... I don't know." You feigned a laugh, hoping your face hadn't flushed red. Because you had been increasingly nervous about one thing, fretting over the many outcomes your imagination brought to life every time you wondered how to take on this certain situation...
"Ohhhh no." Jacob grinned wickedly, shifting in his seat to face you a little more head on, pointing his half full beer in your direction. "There is something, I know when you aren't telling me things, you know?"
"Jacob, can we please drop this?" You plead, feeling like sinking in on yourself for letting your facade drop for even a second.
"All I'm saying is, if you're this nervous about something, maybe I can help?"
"I highly doubt you can help with this one, dude." You let out a mortified giggle, feeling your blush coming back tenfold.
"Hey." Jacob lowered his tone, cocking his head to catch your eye. His were serious. "You know you can tell me whatever it is-"
"Is embarrassing-"
"And I won't judge you. You know that." And you did know. Jacob had told you his own mortifying confessions, from the time he'd lost his clothes in a sketchy overnight gym, to the salacious dreams he'd had about certain unattractive costar way back before you knew him. As you reminded yourself of the story Jacob once told you of his mishap with a zipper during the first night he spent in the bed of a lady, you realized you could tell him what was on your mind.
"Okay fine." You gritted through your teeth, clasping your hands together only to anxiously wring them. Jacob stayed quiet and awaited your words.
"I'm most nervous about having sex." You declared. "Because I'm more than ready to get out there and do it, but the thought of sleeping with some stranger is appalling, and I don't know who I trust enough to ask to see me through that awfully awkward first time. And what if I never meet someone I trust enough, just-" With a disgruntled sigh, you realized you were rambling.
"You're a virgin?" Jacob's mouth twisted into a confounded frown as his head turned much like a baffled puppy dog. Your friends studying of you made you want to slip into nonexistence.
"So what?" You huffed a nervous laugh, daring to meet Jacob's piercing eyes for the first time since revealing your secret.
"It's just I thought you'd have done it, like... a lot." He shrugged. "Being so smokin' hot, and all."
"I am not hot, Elordi, and despite really being ready, I'm way too nervous to do it. That's the whole issue here." You scoffed, taking a frustrated swig of your drink.
"Uh, yeah you are. And what is there to be nervous about, anyway?" He quizzed.
"What if I do the wrong thing or say something weird or just make a complete fool of myself? Or what if I hate it? I'm ready for it. But I really am scared I will never meet the right person to deal with how in my head I am about this..."
Jacob let his gaze fall to the floor, seeming to puzzle over your words. A considerable amount of silence settled about the room before either of you spoke again. He was the one to break that silence.
"Do you... trust me?"
Your eyes widened and your stomach tied itself into a knot.
"I mean, you know I think you're attractive. So, I won't care or even notice if you make a complete fool of yourself. And we know all each other's secrets. That's trust. And if you hate it, we stop. I'm kind of the perfect candidate her, love." His confidence had blossomed with the help of the drinks you two had shared tonight. Jacob spoke with assuredness, letting no signs of awkwardness show in his daring offer. The whole thing had your head spinning.
"Jacob."
"All I'm saying is... if you want, I'm down. If not, I get it." He took a swig, the last of his third glass. "I'm just saying..." Jacob let his sharp dark eyes rake across your figure as you sat in place, trying not to squirm. You considered the expression in his gaze, clearly drinking you in, yet keeping a respectable distance.
"I'll... think about it." And you really would.
He nodded. You nodded. He got up and turned on a movie. You went searching for more to drink. As some rather boring action flick unfolded on your telly, your mind raced. You did trust Jacob. You did find him attractive too. With his angelic features and fit figure. And you wouldn't mind if this little... experiment led to something a little more serious either. But that was a wild far off distant dream. And still, all the things that mortified you about doing it with a stranger made you just as nervous to consider in the company of one of your closest friends.
"It would just be, like, educational right? Just... one friend helping out another?" You pipped up in the middle of the action movies climax.
"It would be whatever you needed or wanted it to be, doll. I'm offering my sincerest assistance." Jacob spoke easily, keeping his apparent focus on the telly screen, settled an inch away from where you sat on the sofa.
You hummed in understanding, acknowledging how both of you kept your eyes glued to the movie on your screen, and that seemed soothing. There didn't seem to be any pressure, there didn't seem to be any stakes. And as you considered your nerves, you wondered if the feeling was more that of anxious wonder. And then you realized there was a way to test this theory...
"Kiss me. Then I'll know." You thought out loud.
"Know what?"
"If you're a shitty kisser or not. And if I'd even dream of letting you sleep with me." You were drunk enough to speak without consideration. You were curious enough to take Jacob up halfway on his offer. You really hoped he wasn't a shitty kisser. You may have let him have his way with you even if he was.
With a decided shrug Jacob leaned in. His lips were soft, the gentle way he pressed his against yours was more than comfortable. You let yourself relax into pressing your own kiss back, and he took that as a signal to deepen his display of affection. And the kiss that began as a seemingly casual interaction took a different form. Jacob let his lips slowly open, encouraging yours to do the same. As your kissing grew longer and deeper, your very dear friend let his fingers reach to brush your hair back; then let his digits press against the base of your neck to pull your lips ever closer.
The gentle forcefulness Jacob commanded brought a contented sigh from your throat, and your friend's smile in response broke your interaction.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He smirked, eyes focusing on yours close up.
"It's just... a lot to consider."
He had kept his hold on you. His hand clutching the back of your head, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hair.
"Listen. I won't push this on you. It's no sweat if you decide against it. But I really would be very patience and more than glad to help you out here. That's the last I'll speak of it. Now, what are we watching next?"
You spent the rest of that evening next to Jacob in mutual silence. You watched films until your friend grew tired and called it a night. All the while your mind raced from one scenario to the next. Wondering what the worst could turn out to be, if you said yes, or no.
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Jacob stopped by one night later, saying he was simply in the neighborhood and wondered if you'd needed any kind of help continuing to pack up. So, you put him to work, cleaning out drawers and folding clothes into suitcases. You talked a lot while working, about eachothers lives and dreams and silly things. But the conversation kept leading back to the topic of your move.
"I'll be hours away from all my family and it's not like I won't see them but I'll be so alone you know?" You confessed your fears for living in solitude and worrying over worst case scenarios.
"Hey, you'll make it just fine. You don't give yourself enough credit." Jacob insisted, moving about your room from one task to another. "Plus, I'm only one phone call away."
"I know." You whispered, peering up to your friend through your lashes, biting back a frown. You set a roll of tape and a box cutter on a nearby shelf, done with the tools for now.
"This is supposed to be a good thing, a happy thing." Jacob reminded you, shuffling to stand before you. He reached out to tilt your chin upward as if that would encourage a smile from you.
"I know." You whispered again. And with no way of knowing who leaned in first, all you knew was Jacob was kissing you again. And you relished the comfort of his affection. Nothing stopped you now from slinking a lazy arm around his neck as the guy let his grasp splay across your back.
Jacob was the first to break away, like before. But unlike then, he said nothing now. Jacob just leaned back far enough to catch your eye, as one of his brows lifted in a silent question.
"I think I might want to take you up on your offer..." You seemed to realize out loud. Maybe you had always wanted it to be him. Or maybe his encouragement had done the trick of talking you into feeling this way now. But you were never surer about being intimate with someone than now, with the way your dearest friend held you in his arms.
"Yeah?" He nodded with a furrow in his brow.
"Yes, I- if you're really sure." You stuttered.
"I am if you are." Jacob continued to nod. And after a beat, when he asked "Like, now? Right now?" You moved to nod along with him, even though your heart threatened to leap from your chest.
"Okay." He whispered. "You just need to tell me if it gets all too much, no matter what. Promise me you will."
"Yeah. I'm, like, really nervous. That's the big problem. But I trust you, so I am very sure."
"Well, I can certainly help with that." Jacob brought a hand to your hair, "I think." He lightly chuckled, pulling a face, setting your nerves at ease already.
"We'll just go very slow. How does that sound?" He asked, still keeping a hand rested on the side of your head, while his other crept down to the bend of your waist. You let out a held breath and nod assuredly.
"Okay." You flickered a smile. Jacob nodded too, his lithe grin remaining as he searched your face, his eyes landing on your lips. You hadn't fully expected him to agree to this, and you hadn't at all expected things to start right off the bat. But you couldn't complain when Jacob closed the gap and pressed a gently feather light kiss to your lips. As he did so, he tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear, and ever so slightly tightened his grip at the bend of your waist.
This resulted in your hands finding his shoulders, resting them between there and his chest- where you wondered if you were feeling your own rapid heartbeat in your palms, or his.
His lips left yours for a moment, but another feather light kiss came soon after. A couple more small steady pecks made you comfortable enough to fully relax in the hold Jacob was beginning to wrap around you; his hand moving to hold the back of your head, his other moving from the bend of your waist so his arm circled around you.
When your arms slid into a loose hold around the guy's neck again, his kisses started to ever so slightly deepen. His tongue teased your lips, his thumb caressed soothing circles against your rib cage, a delightful hum escaped his throat.
"This okay so far?" Jacob wondered in a hushed rumble, meeting your eyes between kisses. You nodded and softly smiled, waiting for the guy to continue. When he dove back in, his kisses deepened even further, his tongue pressed against yours, his hold tightening, pulling you almost entirely against himself. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, just kissing and letting hands roam against backs and through hair.
He'd barely done as much as hold you close, but you were already feeling the hot coil of desire burning low in your belly, and it was starting to spread every place else. Your every nerve was already on end.
"I could gladly do this all night." Jacob hummed, moving his kisses to pepper your jaw, and then down your neck. "But would you like to go any further? You tell me, doll."
"Sure, we can go further. I just need you to guide me through." You blew out another shaky breath, trying to release the jitters.
"I can do that. Just remember you can tell me to stop anytime for any reason." Jacob kissed your forehead and waited for you to nod in agreement. He kissed your cheek and then your lips, and let his hands begin to roam new territory. his fingers grazed under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the skin of your hips, skin that had never been touched by anyone but yourself until now. It was starting.
"Can I take this off, doll? I'll take mine off too. We'll be on the same page." Jacob sighed into your mouth, and couldn't resist kissing you between words. He left one set of fingers creeping under your shirt while the other gently tugged at the garment.
"I like that idea." You smiled, his lips brushing against yours in a phantom kiss.
He opted for his first, shedding his tee in a lazy fashion, revealing a sight you had seen before, his bare chest. But now was different from the hot summer days you'd been near the guy in such a state. Now you were free to oggel his frame entirely.Â
Jacob watched you watching him as he delicately took hold of the base if your shirt, and pulled it up. You lifted your arms instinctively and tried not to shiver in an anxious display of vulnerability.
The man you'd come to trust tossed aside your favorite old concert tee and brought both his hands to the bare skin of your waist. He'd see you in swimsuits and crop tops but he'd never been so close. Never had his hot skin been so easily accessible under your touch. Never had he caressed you in such a state. The pair of you stood there, holding each other in a delicate morphing clasp, for a brief moment. Your breathing synchronized before Jacob nuzzled against your neck and mumble something about how beautiful he thought you looked, and how lovely he thought it was to hold you so close like this. It was almost too sweet, his musings and the gentle way he held you. But the pecks he placed against your neck turned into something fiercer, his teeth grazing, his breathing audible. All the while, his caresses turned too, his fingers pressed possessive against your skin, one hand moving to bring your hips as close to his as possible.
You let it happen, dragging your nails across his shoulder blades and letting out a delighted sigh. You knew this was supposed to be a fun positive experience. But you felt quite unprepared for how much you were enjoying yourself.
Jacob planted another sloppy kiss to your lips, encouraging you to match his energy.
He began to drag you a few steps in another direction, never daring to break away from the kiss you were sharing, until he had to. Jacob eased onto the side of your bed, gently pulling you into his lap. He maneuvered you into a straddle you were happy to settle into, leaving no space between the two of you, as your kisses continued.
"This all okay, doll?" Jacob hoped, as his warm hand made its way toward your breasts, still covered.
"Yes Jacob," you breathed, taking your turn in moving kisses down the man's neck, not totally sure of your execution but lead by passion what could go so wrong, you wondered?
To your delight, Jacob practically melted under your bites and licks, and you were beginning to melt a little yourself, as he kneaded at your bra.
"You can take it off. If you want." You sighed, keeping up your work at his neck, moving from one side to the other.
"Oh, I've wanted to for a longer than you know." He let out a little laugh after his confession.
You sat up to meet his gaze, asking a question with one look.
"You know I've always thought you were beautiful. But I have always wondered just how much more beautiful under all your clothes." Jacob mewled, unclasping your bra after two tries. You let the thing fall away and slide down one arm to the floor, as Jacob ogled you shamelessly. Somehow the moment didn't cause you nearly as much nervousness as you'd anticipated. The way Jacob was handling this new interaction, the way he'd been handling you; caused your nerves that kept arising the settle, provoking much more excitement than you knew you were capable of feeling in a time like now.
"Even more beautiful than my imagination has been able to conceive." Jacob grinned up to you before rolling his eyes closed on his mission to cover you in kisses.
You couldn't hold back your sigh, one you'd never heard yourself make. A noise you didn't know you were capable of producing. Jacob's lips closed around one of your nipples while he let his hand attend to the other. You could feel his pants tightening beneath you, and his messy hair tangled in your fingers as you grasped at something to ground you. Things were moving at a steady pace yet seemed to be rocketing into progression much quicker than you were prepared for.
"Jacob." You reluctantly halted him, grabbing his attention away from making you feel so good. "Jacob, I don't want to stop, but can we slow down a little?" You asked in a shaky breath, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, like you'd just run a mile.
"Of course." He promised, planting closed mouth kisses across your collarbone. "Come'er."
Jacob pushed you from his lap to the middle of the bed and adjusted himself behind you, as you took in a couple deep breaths. Then his hands found your shoulders, and began to massage the tense muscle there.
"Are you still nervous? More or less? What can I do to help?"
"Still nervous. But you've been very patient so far and I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Thank you, Jacob."
"You're practically a natural," Jacob purred in your ear, keeping up his work on your shoulders. You began to feel more at ease under his touch, and more ecstatic by his words and the tone of his voice. "Nothing to be nervous about."
Your hum gave him a green light to follow his hands with his lips, kissing the trail of his massaging.
He soon let his hands start to wander, keeping his face in the crook of your neck as his hands trailed lightly across your chest and tummy, stalling for a brief second at the hem of your pants before ghosting back up to brush at your already exposed skin.
You flipped around crawling into a position closer, moving to undo the button of his pants.
"You sure?" Jacob asked quickly, waiting for you to nod before shedding the trousers as lazily as he removed his shirt.
"Want me to do yours?" He asked, not wondering if you'd rather handle the task, but if you were ready for the next step to be initiated at all. You told him you were ready, looking right in the guy's hooded deep brown eyes.
Jacob gently pushed you against the stack of pillows at the head of your bed. For one small moment, you paused to look at each other and smile. And then your friend shifted and reached for the button of your trousers. You watched as he hooked a couple fingers in the hem to peel the fabric away from your body, his eyes drinking in every newly exposed inch of you. You helped kicked away the pants, as Jacob reached to pull you back into his lap. In one swift move, you pushed him back into the pillows. You relished having the boy pinned below you, as you closed in for another kiss.
His hands traced across the expanses of your skin, his warm form settled beneath yours in the very best ways. You began to let your fingers trace patterns across his chest, feeling the hammer of his heart. Now both clad in nothing but underwear, the thin fabric allowed for you to feel more exactly of how worked up you'd gotten the boy.
You weren't nervous now to roll your hips against his. Or even if you might've been, they seemed to move on their own accord, your body seeking to satisfy its growing desires. Your rocking against the man's lap grew quietly more confident, and in the matter of a couple grinds you had Jacob whimpering against your lips.
Jacob gently pushed you from his lap, moving to hover over you in turn. "Okay?" He asked more succinctly but paused and watched for your confirmation just as patiently as every time before. And right as you began to nod, Jacob pressed his clothed hips against yours, encouraging your legs to open a little wider to make space for him. He kept his eyes sharply focused on yours, as he kept grinding, palming at your breast all the while. You were overcome, the coil in your belly tightening, and you hadn't even gotten to the good part.
His hand that had been working at your breast traveled downward, stalling near the hem of your underwear. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to ask if his next move was allowed, you were quicker. You grabbed his forearm and gently pushed his hand past the fabric of your undergarment, immediately glad for it.
His fingers found their way gently to your heat, giving subtle barely there caresses to the part of you that was most sensitive. Your toes curled and your heart stalled as he touched you with such tender intention. The pair of you managed to settle side by side, and without discussion, you reached to move Jacobs fingers to the spot he'd been nearly close to finding. The feeling that followed sent sparks through your nervous system, and your own hand shot out toward Jacob's underwear in response. You didn't ask, you simply slid your digits up and down the clothed length of your friend's crotch, relishing the shuttered breaths he released as you did so. The pair of you kept this up for a short moment, kissing when you weren't stealing each others breath away.
"Can we get to the part where you fuck me?" You sighed, worried that if you didn't do so soon, in the midst of your highest confidence, you'd lose the nerve. Jacob let out a quiet chuckle as he nodded, moving to shed the last of both of your clothes. Gentle as ever, he took as much time with this process as ever, making you more at ease and anxious for the next step all the same.
"Are you sure?" Jacob worried, settling between your legs. You kept one hand against his face and the other set of your fingers grasping his shoulder. You nodded quickly between shaky breaths, your nerves heightening slightly at the realization this was happening. But then Jacob shook his head. "I'm not doing anything until you relax, doll."
You were fully aware of your uneven breathing and the tensing of your body, due to the anxiousness that threatened to swallow you whole. You wanted this, you really did. But that didn't stop your nervous system from going a bit haywire during such an unprecedented situation.
"Relax." Jacob repeated. He petted your hair back and smoothed a hand across your shoulder, attempting to ease the tension you held there. You tried your best to settle a bit more comfortably against the sheets as the guy spoke up again. "Take like four deep breaths, and relax." Jacob guided you through his desired number of focused inhales, taking them in just as deeply himself. You closed your eyes during the last couple and felt yourself truly a little more at ease by way of Jacob's help and kind focus. You watched the guy breath out same as you, the fourth time, and after a beat he gave you a subtle nod.
"Good, that's better. Now, are you super sure?" He prompted, letting his hands hold you firmly against him, not daring to move until you gave your full, more at ease, confirmation. When you said yes with a smile, Jacob smiled too, and proceeded to line his hips up with yours.
As he pressed into you slow and steady, he cooed in your ear. Mumbling pet names and sweet encouragements about how good you'd already made him feel. Between his saccharine words and the pressure between your legs, you were done for.
Your breathing quickened all too soon but wasn't as shaky and uneven as before. Your skin burned with want. Your legs spread far as they could. He placed a loving hand against your temple, and you gripped his wrist as he began to move his hips in a sinfully slow manner.
The press of his lips to your throat was made more intimate by the grazing of his teeth there too. The speed at which he rocked into you began to increase, your heart rate following suit. everything felt better than you could've even fathomed. You were glad you did this with someone you knew and trusted. Someone whose hands were familiar to at least some parts of your own body and whose voice was welcomed in your ear. So glad you were doing this with someone you'd let do it all over again. So glad you're doing this with Jacob.
"You're doing so good, so good, nothing to be nervous about." The last word of his sentence was abruptly cut off by a growl the man couldn't seem to hold back.
Jacob was relentless now, pulling your hips against his as he rocked so hard against you, the bed frame kept hitting the wall. You couldn't imagine feeling much better than this, but then he asked if you were close to reaching your breaking point. You realized you'd never known before, and you really weren't sure now. "I don't know." You admitted with a twinge of worry. "It feels so good, Jacob, but I-I don't know." A sigh escaped your lips as he hit a certain spot within you. He grumbled encouragement in your ear, saying it was okay that you didn't know, and kept up his efforts.
"But I can't hold back much longer, I'm sorry." Jacob cried, his movements becoming sloppy, still heavenly though. It was your turn to encourage him, and let him know it was okay to come undone. Jacob was a goner soon after your brief pep talk, pulling himself from you as his seed spilled across your stomach. As Jacob caught his breath, he promised to go hunting for a towel to clean you up as you propped yourself on your elbows.
"Is it disappointing that I didn't come?" You worried, sitting up a little, catching your own breath. Jacob smirked, and petted back your hair, settling a little closer to you.
"I'm just glad you didn't fake it. Sometimes it just takes practice to know how to make it happen... to find out what you like, ya know?"
"Yeah, I s'pose." You contemplated, a bit cross that it hadn't happened, because it was half the reason you were eager to get this first time sorted out, so you could know how to handle yourself. Jacob had spotted a towel a few steps from your bedside, and was quick to retrieve it. And as he sweetly took to cleaning up the mess he'd made about you, he spoke up.
"You know, I never said our little educational experiment was over..." Jacob was smug, but turned up a brow to nod seriously your way and in a moment that made your cheeks flush even still after everything that had just occurred.
"Would... would you?"
Jacob said nothing. He simply dove back in to kiss you again, with more passion than ever, you thought. The man pressed you to lean against the pillows once again, as his fingers danced lower and lower down your abdomen.
"You seemed to like when I did this." Jacob cooed, letting his fingers ghost over your heat for the second time that evening, grazing a certain spot you'd once helped him find. You sucked in a breath at the feeling, giving Jacob the green light to proceed with more vigor. He pressed his fingers against you with more certainty, swirling more meaningful circles in that one spot. Jacob watched as you bit your lips together, struggling to keep an undignified moan from bursting from your chest.
"Think I must be doing something right." You friend boasted, keeping up the motions he'd settled into perfectly making. All the while, he moved to kiss you. His mouth, you were certain, must've left marks peppered across you skin as his lips moved from your neck to your throat, to your breasts and down further and further and further.
Once his lips ghosted across your core, you knew you were done for. The man let his tongue replace his fingers, as his digits moved to slide inside of you. His hair tickled your thighs, and every sensation added up together was nearly too much to process.
You thought Jacob's hands were magical, his lips and tongue were mind blowing. His warm breath, his teeth grazing, it was all more intense than you'd though it could've been. Your back arched, your hips rolled, and Jacob shouldered closer, putting as much vigor into this process as he could manage. Now, you suddenly seemed to understand the answer to his previous statement. You were close, now. You had to be. Your every sense buzzed and all you felt was increasing ecstasy.
You couldn't begin to hold back your cries of pleasure now, as Jacob worked you into a frenzy. He kept up his efforts until your legs shook, and only when you nudged his head gently away from it's latch onto your lower half, did he cease.
"I would ask if you enjoyed that but I think I know the answer." Jacob grinned, crawling to lay at your side. You laid in a daze, wondering how someone could've gotten that reaction from you. Of course it was Jacob who had.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and for no good reason at all, you both burst into a fit of laughter. Exhausted giggles, that died down when a cough alerted you to how dry your throat had become from all the harsh breathing you'd done.
Jacob insisted on taking care of you, finding water for the pair of you to drink and escorting you to the shower. You pulled him in with you, and talked about silly things as you washed up, comfortable as before in your friendship.
"Hey, thank you. I really was so scared to go through all that. But you made it easy. You made it fun." You confessed, as Jacob wrapped a towel around your frame. He ran his hands up and down your arms, warming you from the chill of the room.
"Thank you for trusting me. You'll never know how much of an honour it was, really." Jacob nodded sincerely, before pulling you into an embrace. He went home shortly afterward, promising to see you soon, and joking that he'd more than happily help you practice again, anytime. You laughed along with him, and secretly hopped he wasn't joking.
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After he left, sleeping with Jacob constantly played back in your mind. The phantom feeling of his body lingered about your skin. You thought of little else than your dear friend, as you moved through the motions of the next day. So, to remedy your fever for the lad, you called him and asked about meeting up for dinner. He responded quickly insisting he'd love to, and that he would swing by your place a little later on. Time dragged on as you counted the minutes until he arrived.
When the knock came at your door, you opened it with perhaps too much excitement. Neither of you said anything, and a brief moment of silence filled the space between you.
"It's still a little early for dinner." You schemed. Jacob quirked a brow, stepping in as you stepped back to make room for him. He shut the door behind himself, as you crossed your fingers behind your back... "Maybe... to kill time, we could do what we did the other night?" You hoped, casting a hopeful glare up to the man before you. And before you even finished your sentence, he reached out to pull you closer, crashing his lips against yours once you'd finished talking.
It wasn't long until he had you lifted from the ground in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as he moved to throw you on the sofa.
"You do have a lot still to learn." Jacob smirked, untying the joggers that hugged your hips.
"But we are eating later." You demanded, craving a certain local restaurant.
"Well, I'm not waiting till later." Jacob growled, smiling as he lowered himself between your legs right away. The night spiraled into a mess of moans that were familiar to you now. When the pair of you were spent, you cleaned up and went to dinner, and then parted your separate ways.
After that night, there were four days until you were set to move away. And Jacob showed up at your door every evening with a different excuse each time.
He'd wanted to see the newest horror film in the local theater. You left halfway through to fuck in your car. Jacob mentioned that practice made perfect, and he was more than happy to help you hone this craft. You'd wanted to throw a party with all your friends before summer sent you each different way's. A whole soiree was planned in which you and Jacob skipped out early on; because the broom closet you'd snuck into wasn't giving either of you enough space to work with, and you'd both concluded this may be the last chance you got to really participate in your new found hobby.
But the next day, he found his way over all the while. And neither of you had to ask. It was only a matter of time before he had you pinned against the bathroom counter, and you'd never been happier. Just as you began reaching your climax, Jacob spoke up between sighs, "I don't want you to leave."
"Then come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me." You manage to get out the words before losing all composure. He followed close behind. But you both knew finding release together wasn't what you meant when you asked him to come along.
As you both caught your breath, Jacob brushed your hair back, and let his eyes consider all of your features. As he took too long to respond, you decided to draw a bath, and invited him to settle among the bubbles with you, where you brought up your question one more time.
"We've had lot's of practice, you know." You settled across from the man you'd come to know better than you ever expected. "Maybe we can go pro. Make it official?" You watched Jacob watch you, as you spoke.
"Was this your plan the whole time? You're twisted way of getting me to fall for you?"
"No, I genuinely just wanted your help that one night. Then it turned into many many nights. And now I don't want to ever have to worry about practicing with anyone but you."
And so after a few more rounds of questions of answers, it was decided. Jacob would follow you to a new town to live a new life. But with your oldest friend at your side and under shared sheets, you weren't so nervous about all the new things you would get to encounter, together.
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Symphony đ» | Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanon
GOT/HOTD Masterlist
note: I wrote this because I want to be part of Rhaenyra's symphony đ©đ
Rhaenyra falling in love with a musician would look like:
The first time the Crown Princess laid on eyes on you was during her name day celebration. The king had called upon the finest performers, artists, dancers, and jesters in Westeros for the eighteenth birthday of the Kingdom's heir. You were part of a traveling music group, where you played the violin and were the lead vocalist.Â
Immediately drawn to your captivating presence, Rhaenyra barely paid attention to the others in your group, and when the rest of the performers were brought on stage, her thoughts lingered with you and zoned out the rest of the celebration. Searching the grounds the moment the final performance ended to try and get another glimpse of you. When she finally did, Rhaenyra swore she'd never seen anything as beautiful as you before in her life.Â
"Princess!" You abruptly stood from your chair upon realization the young lady was behind you, too emersed in the conversation with your friends until one of them cleared their throat with wide eyes and pointed over your shoulder. "My apologies I did not realize you were there." "Please, do not apologies, I should've announced myself. I was wondering if you'd be interested in talking a walk with me. I'd like to hear more about your music and travels of the country."
For an hour you strolled through the area reserved for the performers and vendors. Tents and stands on every corner. At one point you stopped to see the small animal enclosure with baby goats and cows. Rhaenyra learned you were from the Riverlands, and your family were nomadic. Traveling all over Westeros, from Dorne to Winterfell, at the request of lords and ladies to perform. The most recent journey before coming to King's Landing was High Garden to celebrate the knighthood of Lord Tyrell's son.
There was an evident spark between you two. You felt it. Rhaenyra felt it. The warmth in your chest spread each time you made eye contact, her cheeks flushed when you complimented her. She hung onto every word you spoke, and in return you observed her body language. When someone interrupted, there was visible annoyance where she pretty much pleaded with whoever to leave with her eyes, and dismissed them with a, "Yes of course, tell my father I'll only be a moment."
When the celebration came to an end and it was time for the dinner, the princess asked you to join her table. Of course you were surprised, and a little nervous, "My Princess, my thanks to you for the generous off, but I fear that would be inappropriate. I am employed by your father, not a guest." "Nonsense, you are my guest. I've said it--and it is my name day after all so it shall be upheld. Join me so we can continue our conversation." How could you say no after that?
When the day rolled to the next, you and your group were set to leave after breaking your fast, but as you loaded the carriage a guard rushed with a note and informed you the Princess had requested your group to remain in King's Landing and be the permanent performers for when the Royal family hosted banquets, balls, and tourneys with the promise of payment, lodging, and all the benefits employees of the Red Keep get.Â
Yeah, you all accepted that without a second thought.Â
To say you didn't miss traveling would be a lie, but you enjoyed living in the Red Keep. You were given food, clothes, money, and a section of the lower levels for your friends to live. The Princess called on you regularly, to play your violin or sing ballads while she either admired you from beside or read her books. Soon you two fell into a routine. Progressing as the weeks go by to moments where you broke fast together, strolled the gardens, accompanied her on trips around the kingdoms.Â
Each time you performed, Rhaenyra sat as close as she could to the stage. Staring in awe as your fingers and bow moved graciously across the violin, your beautiful voice so enchanting it'd make the Seven fall in love, echoing against the walls. Eyes full of love, finding each other's with smiles painting your face.Â
Unfortunately a union between you would never be approved. Not by the court, the country, or her father--no matter how happy you made Rhaenyra. She was the Crown Princess, the heir to the Iron Throne. It was expected of her to marry a nobleman, bear children, and take her place as Queen. You'd have to remain in the shadows. A secret to the people.
Of course, rumors spread of the tales between the Princess and her close companion. Most of them diminished upon Rhaenyra's marriage to Ser Laenor---which the three of you had come to an agreement that the two would uphold their image to the Court, but in secret Rhaenyra's heart laid with you--but even then, whispers echoed the halls.
She's sneak to your quarters in the middle of the night to hear you play when she had trouble sleeping. You gifted her favorite sweets whenever you went into the city. When she felt the threat of the Greens growing as her father's conditioned worsened, you joined Rhaenyra at Dragonstone. By then your musical group had decided to part ways, many stating they wanted to return to their homes and raise their families. Â
Over the course of your relationship with Rhaenyra, you wrote many songs of her and your life together. She'd become your muse, the inspiration for your works. Sometimes you'd sing them for an audience, but there few reserved only for her ears.Â
So when the decades passed and you two were lost to the Dance of Dragons, the songs of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and her violinist lived on. Passing from generation to generation like the songs of the Conqueror and eventually Jenny of Oldstones. People live and die, but music is immortal. And you had immortalized the beauty and love of Rhaenyra through your art. Making her part of a symphony.Â
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Omg congratulations on 700! đ It is so so weâll deserved. I must admit that I reread your work a lot because it is just so good and some of my favorites! đ„°
For the prompt, as always I am a SUCKER for the one bed trope, but Iâd like to add another fun element soâŠ.
Blue + Lion + Hummingbird perhaps? đ
Okay this one was a request by many, including my cutie pal @thirstydiglett and @truebluesanji and HOT DOG is it a good one!
Just One Bottle (+18)
Pairing: Sanji x Strawhat Fem!Reader
Prompt: Only One Bed x Aphrodisiac
WC: 2000 lol
Warnings: Open for interpretation on how the pals ended up ingesting the aphrodisiac, forced closeness, unprotected sex, p in v sex, morning after pill discussion, drug use, creampie, Sanji being a gentleman!
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You strolled the aisles of the bookstore as you waited for Sanji to finish up his snail call outside. You ran your fingers across the labels gently as you passed by each shelf. You glanced towards the shop windows and saw that Sanji was outside giving some choice words to whoever was on the end of his transponder snail. The sun was setting and you found yourself captivated by the way the low light reflected off his blonde hair. He looked handsome.Â
But he wasnât your type. He was always fawning over you, even more obnoxiously so than for Nami and Robin. You never gave him half a thought in terms of a choice as a romantic partner, he was just a crew mate that you cared for deeply⊠as a friend. You turned down another aisle of bookshelves as you could clearly tell that Sanji wasnât finishing his conversation any time soon.Â
You found yourself stopped at the romance section and pulled a bright purple tome off the shelf. âPart Time Human, Full Time LoverâŠâ You read the title to yourself before flipping it open. You find yourself reading a rather graphic passage describing an intimate encounter between the human protagonist and her well-endowed centaur lover. âGoodnessâŠâ You whisper to yourself as you find yourself flipping the page in interest.Â
âY/n!â You snap the book closed instinctively as you hear your name called. Sanji was rounding the corner of the aisle and came up to you.Â
âSanji! Hi!â You hurriedly put the book back on the shelf. âAny news?âÂ
âWell, the sun is going down fast and the moss head idiot got his group lost so we have to stay on the island for the night. Weâre all too far apart to get back to the Sunny. We can find an inn around here and get some rooms.â Sanji explains to you.Â
âFine, hopefully somewhere with a restaurant. Iâm starving.â You smile. âWouldnât it be nice to have a night off from cooking?â You raise an eyebrow at the tall blonde.Â
âI guess. Donât expect the same quality of food that youâd get back on the ship. Shall we?â Sanji remarks as he gestures to the door of the bookstore, letting you go first.Â
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After wandering the small village for awhile, the two of you find a small inn that had a tavern on the first floor. You ducked in, trying not to draw attention seeing as the two of you were highly wanted pirates.Â
Sanji strode confidently to the front desk.Â
âWe require two rooms for the night. Money is no issue.â Sanji stoically demands of the innkeeper.Â
âSir Iâm sorry⊠but we only have one room left tonight⊠Iâd be happy to give you a discounted rateâŠâ The mousey old man behind the counter said as his voice trembled.Â
âThis kind of dump has no vacancy? Youâre telling me that this hole in the wall has only one room available-â
âWeâll take it.â You pushed past Sanjiâs shoulder and placed your stack of Beri on the counter.Â
The innkeeperâs eyes danced from your smile to Sanjiâs scowl.Â
âWeâll take it.â Sanji echoed, lowering his voice.Â
âE-e-excellent news! I will issue you your keys now. Would the couple like one set or two?â The old man sputters out.Â
âTwo.â âOne.â
You say two and Sanji replies with one. He clears his throat.Â
âTwo, please sir.â Sanji changes his response.Â
The old man issues you two sets of keys and hands you your change after you pay for the room.Â
âPlease, enjoy our restaurant. You may find that sharing a room is not uncommon among couples at this hotel.â The innkeeper mentions.Â
You look up at Sanji.Â
âI am kind of hungry, Sanji. Shall we?â You question.Â
âCanât go to bed with any empty stomach, can we?â Sanji shrugs.Â
Sanji put his hand on the small of your back and led you in the direction of the small restaurant.Â
âTwo of you?â The stout hostess asked and you nodded. She led you and Sanji to a candlelit table in the back of the pub. Of course, Sanji pulled your chair out for you. Once seated across from one another, you picked up the drink menu.Â
âThe room was so cheap⊠should we get the champagne?â You smirk over the menu across the table at Sanji.Â
âNami would kill us⊠whatâs the label?â Sanji gestures to grab the drink menu from you and you hand it to him. His brows furrow. âI actually havenât heard of this brand before⊠but itâs expensive⊠must be from the South BlueâŠâ Sanji quirks a curled eyebrow up at you. âShould we?â
The sides of your mouth curl up.Â
âYes.âÂ
Sanji breaks into a grin as the waitress arrived at your table.Â
âAnything I can get you two tonight?â The cute redheaded waitress asked you both.Â
âWeâll start with a bottle of the champagne.â Sanji says to the waitress. âAnd for food⊠anything your recommend for a night on the town?â He says with a smirk.Â
âOh, I think our chef can do something for you.â The waitress says with a smile.Â
âPerfect.â Sanji says as he snaps his menu closed and hands it to the waitress.Â
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The two of you had finished your bottle of champagne and dinner and were waiting around for the waitress to bring you your bill.Â
âNo no, it really was lovely. I just have never had a champagne like thisâŠâ Sanji says as the two of you discuss dinner.Â
âThe oysters were a nice touch, I thought.â You remark.Â
âMr BlackLeg sir thank youâŠâ The waitress interrupts as he places a large stack of Beri on the tray containing your bill.Â
âThat was a nice tip you leftâŠâ You say as Sanji ushers you softly out of your seat, covering your back with his suit jacket. âFar more than most would.â You didnât feel drunk, but you felt some strange warmth growing in your lower half. It started building when you drank that damned champagne.Â
âItâs nothing for someone who used to work in hospitality. Their service is worth far more than the champagne.â Sanji says as he guides you to the stairs, leading you up to your room on the third floor.Â
You reach your room and Sanji fumbles with the keys before getting the lock open. The door opens to reveal a small room with a queen size bed and an ensuite bathroom.Â
âI-I can sleep on the floor.â Sanji says immediately. You turned and saw that his cheeks were bright pink. Was it from the alcohol?
âItâs fine, weâre adults. Letâs just get to bed.â You respond and begin stripping off your pants. You then unstrap your bra and take it off through the front of your shirt. Sanji hesitates for a second before stripping down to just his boxers.Â
âIâll take this side.â You said awkwardly as you slide into the bed.Â
âRight. Goodnight then.â Sanji shuts off the lights and hops into bed on the side opposite you.Â
âYep. Night.â You curl up into your side, so that you wouldnât encroach on your crew mates sleeping space.Â
All you can hear is labored breathing.Â
Was it your own?
Was it Sanjiâs?
Something was off. You couldnât sleep.Â
Why was your pulse thrumming in your privates? Why was there slick gushing out of your slit to soak your underwear? Nothing even remotely sexual has happened tonight and yet your levels of arousal were off the charts. You tossed and turned for several minutes trying to ignore it, having the ache between your legs only grow more intense.Â
You couldnât take it anymore.Â
âSanji?â You whisper out into the darkness.Â
âGods, Y/N, tell me you feel like I do right now.â Sanji responds in between pants.Â
âWhat the fuck happened to us?â You breath out to the dark ceiling above you.Â
âSomething in that drinkâŠâ Sanji breathes out. âIt fucking hurtsâŠâÂ
You peer over to your left and see Sanji grabbing at his crotch beneath the sheets.Â
âThey drugged us.â You pant out, right hand delving into your panties and rubbing at your clit, trying to get some relief from the burn this mysterious wine was causing you.Â
âI-I donât know how to say this, mon cherie⊠But what if we⊠helped each otherâŠ" Sanji said as he saw you pleasuring yourself beneath the bed covers.Â
âRight⊠itâs just helping a friendâŠâ You say softly as you touch your sex further, reaching your left hand out under the sheets to wrap around Sanjiâs erect penis.Â
âYES- I mean, yes-â Sanji jerks at your touch. âItâs just relieving each otherâŠâ
âOkay⊠fineâŠâ You relent.Â
Sanji jumps up and positions himself above you in a nanosecond. You take this time to push your panties down and your t-shirt over your head.
âSpread your legs for me, my loveâŠâ Sanji whispers as he hovers over you. âShow me what you needâŠâÂ
âSanji please, I need you inside of me.â You pleaded as you brought your hand down to spread your pussy lips. âSanji why does it hurt?! Please help me!â You bucked your hips in his direction. You were desperate.Â
âIâm gonna fix it, okay? Iâm gonna stop it from hurting. Do you want that, y/n?â Sanji asked.Â
âYes! Please help me!â You cried out again as you saw Sanji pull himself fully from his boxers.Â
Sanji dances the head of his dick across you clit as you whimpered.Â
âIâve got you, mon amourâŠâ Sanji assures you as he leans down and pushes his cock into your trembling hole.Â
âOH-!â The moan is ripped from your lungs as you feel the throbbing head of Sanjiâs member push past your g-spot to fill you completely. âFucking finally-â You groan as your eyes roll to the back of your head, the fullness youâve been craving in your bones finally being fulfilled.Â
âMore, more, moreâŠ.â You chant as Sanji bucks his hips into yours with a fervent pace. Whatever aphrodisiac was in that wine had fully engulfed your brain and all you wanted was a thick cock inside of you stretching you out. The only thing you could focus on was the wet glide of Sanjiâs heavy dick in and out of your hole. âPlease, more!â You cried.Â
âMy love, Iâll give you everything you wantâŠâ Sanjiâs eagerness to please came through as he pushed your thighs up towards your chest, allowing him further access to your favorite spot. âNeed you to cum on me⊠please..â He begged.Â
âM-More.. want more..." You whimper out.Â
Sanji takes one of his hands from the crook of your knee and places it around your neck gently. He leans in and places a tender kiss on your lips. He moves his other hand to the top of your sex. Sanji slips two fingers inside of you next to his own cock, assuring you're full to the brim and your favorite spot is being stroked with every thrust.
"San-ji! So- Fuckin- Full!" You cried out in the throws of pleasure, finally feeling exactly what you wanted.
âI canât do this much longer, mon cherie, so wet and so tightâŠâ Sanji groans into your lips as he ruts into you like an animal. âNeed you to cumâŠâÂ
âIâmâŠcumming⊠fuck!â You scrunch your eyes shut and scratch at Sanjiâs naked back.Â
âSo perfectâŠ.â Sanji whimpers into your sweaty neck as he shoots his load into you. You stroked his neck all the way down to the base of his spine.Â
âAaah- Fuck- Ah!â You hear the cook grunt into your flesh as he digs his hips into yours further.Â
âA-are you cumming again?â You ask with a heavy sigh, coming down from your own orgasm.Â
âSh-shiiiitâŠ.â Sanji groans. Tears prick at your eyes as overstimulation sets in. âM-my loveâŠâÂ
You feel Sanjiâs hips drive further into yours, impossibly deep. He was emptying yet another massive load in you in less than a few minutes, it was spilling filthily out of your hole around his cock. Sanji collapsed almost immediately on top of you without pulling out.Â
Sanji wrapped his arms around your torso and settled in.
âYou know youâre going to have to ask Chopper about a âmorning afterâ situation, right?â You muse as you stroke Sanjiâs lower back.Â
âI think the embarrassment is worth it.â Sanji smirks as he nuzzles into your breast.Â
You smile and pull your love-cook close to fall asleep.
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Hope you ALL enjoyed!
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You belong with me - Part II
Natasha ran from her home country when she was 18, and has since been working at a stripclub in NYC. One night she spots a woman who seems all too familiar and turns out to be her childhood lover. While getting to know each other all over again, they discover new truths and old lies.
-Natasha Romanoff x Katya Petrova -Wordcount: 5,33K -Warnings: mentions of violence -A/N: I know it took a while but it's finally here, enjoy. Once again borrowed @katyaromanoffpetrova her babies, please note that Katya is a character she created, you can find the story through her page. I might actually hate this, but I hope you guys don't :)
We shall ignore any spelling or grammar errors for the sake of my sanity.
Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!!
It took until Friday night, for Natasha to realise she had absolutely no clue where Katya was taking her. She spent the whole week thinking about seeing the brunette again, but she hadnât thought much about the details of it all. Since she didnât know where they were going, Natasha had no idea what to wear. Would it be cold or warm? Did it call for casual clothes or something fancy? Whatever she would wear, it had to impress Katya, but she couldnât try too hard, obviously.
Natasha was going insane. She felt like a teenage girl all over again, worrying about impressing someone with her looks. Someone she hadnât seen in years, no less. This whole situation took over far more thoughts than she wouldâve liked, so she spent the rest of the night doing chores to distract herself, until she ended up falling asleep on the couch with Liho on her lap.
The next morning, she immediately regretted having ended up in that position. Her back was aching and her neck was stiff. She made her way to the kitchen and did some stretches while waiting on her coffee, when she noticed a box on the table. Packages were delivered downstairs, so Clint or Maria must have brought it here earlier in the morning. She went to take a closer look at it and spotted the label.
Natasha Romanoff
There was no address on the box, only her name, so someone had personally dropped it off here. Someone with very fancy handwriting, it seemed, and it got Natashaâs hopes up for the contents of the package. Before she could open it though, Maria walked through the kitchen door.
âYou got a secret admirer, Romanoff?â The dark haired woman smiled at her teasingly.
Natasha decided it was best to ignore the comment for now, it was far too early in the morning to be explaining an entire story about her childhood lover. âDid you see who dropped it off?â
âSome odd guy, took himself much too serious. He was wearing a suit and everything.â
The Russian hated the disappointment she felt upon learning that it wasnât Katya who had brought it. She suspected that whoever this mystery man was, had been there on behalf of the brunette. First, she tells her that sheâs having a car pick the redhead up, now this. It seemed Katya was very well off these days, how she made a life for herself though, Natasha had no clue.
After talking to Maria some more, she made her way back to her own space and set the box down on her table. It seemed Natasha wasnât the only one curious about the mysterious box, seeing as Liho hopped onto the table as soon as she had set it down. The cat inspected the package before sitting down next to it, as if to tell the redhead to hurry up and open it already.
âOkay fine, Iâll open it. Stop staring at me you little shit.â
Natasha could swear she saw the catâs sharp claws make an appearance out of her soft paws, and decided it would be best to get on with opening the box. Not wanting to mess around with the cardboard for too long, she simply decided to stick a knife into top and drag it all the way to the bottom. In hindsight, that could have turned out quite badly, but lucky for her whatever was in the package was protected by another box. This second box was incredibly fancy, adorned with her name written in gold on the lid of it, and whatever was in there must be worth a sizeable amount of money.
She threw the cardboard to the side and opened up the package still on the table. Inside was a semi transparant kind of wrapping paper, with a note on top. As Natasha picked up the card, she saw yet another box on top of the paper. This one was small and flat, and the redhead had a hunch for what was inside. Before opening anything though, she flipped over the card to see what it said.
Dear Natalia,
I sincerely hope, that you look as good in this, as I pictured you would.
K.
The redhead wanted to be annoyed about Katya simply refusing to use her new name, she really did. But the idea that the brunette had been thinking about her, picturing what she looked like in whatever was hiding in that package, that idea drove her slightly insane.
She put the card aside and opened the small box, inside was some of the most gorgeous jewellery sheâd ever seen. A delicate gold necklace, with an hourglass shape made out of rubies hanging off of it. The shape alone, was enough to have the gears in her head turning at a rapid pace. Memories of her teen years came back to her, when sheâd received the news that she had to leave her foster family, and therefore the town she had met Katya in. The goodbye had been emotional, and the brunette had given her a ring to remember her by. A gold ring with a red hourglass symbol on it, one that Natasha couldnât wear anymore because of its size.
Next to the necklace were several earrings and rings, all gold and some with red gemstones adorning them, and a bracelet with a charm connected to it. A small dagger, no doubt a hint to the nights they used to share, when Katya would teach her how to throw knives with unmatched precision, though she never got quite as good as the brunette. All of these reminders of their past made Natasha feel more than she had expected. Whereas she usually felt mainly sadness about that time of her life, she now felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. Hope overtook her at the thought of getting know Katya all over again.
She carefully put aside the box and removed the wrapping paper. What she found was a carefully folded garment. She picked it up and let it drop into its natural shape, and she couldnât help but gasp. In her hands was the most beautiful slip dress sheâd ever seen, smooth expensive fabric with a wonderful dark emerald green colour. There was a slit in the side of dress, one that looked to go up her leg quite high, and Natasha couldnât be more excited to put it on.
Since it was only morning, Natasha had to use all her willpower to leave this on the table for now and go on with her day, until she had to go and get ready. With every task that she busied herself with, she glanced over at that deep green coloured dress, and she made it until seven that evening until she caved. Natasha felt utterly ridiculous, standing in front of her bed and looking at her laid out outfit. She didnât do this. She didnât get ready for things two hours in advance, and she sure as hell didnât worry about needing to impress someone with her looks.
Yet here she stood, freshly showered, shaved and putting in extra effort to make her hair look soft and silky, and bring out her natural curl that she knew Katya loved. All throughout her hair routine she recalled memories from her teen years. She thought of how Katya used to play with her hair, how she would make tiny braids and how Natasha would let her do absolutely anything that she pleased. The redhead came to the realisation now that she would probably still let the other Russian do as she pleased to her, though maybe in more daring ways now, than back then.
To hint at their shared memories, Natasha made a few small braids in her hair. She knew that Katya would understand their meaning, and that made it all the more fun. The braids also helped keep the hair out of her face as she was putting on her makeup, which she wouldnât dare to do with that expensive dress on already. She kept her look quite natural for the most part, just the way she liked it, and finished it off with a darker lip tint that she knew she could pull off in the best way. She could say that she made that decision purely because she thought the shade was pretty, but in reality she was hoping to have Katya pay extra attention to them, but she would never admit that, of course.
As she was putting on the dress and jewellery she was overly aware of how far ahead her thoughts were. Rationally thinking, she should hear the brunette out first, see why sheâs here and why now. But her thoughts werenât rational. As much as she loved Clint and Maria and everyone she had in her life, she never meant to end up here. She wanted out, out of this place, out of this job, out of her loneliness. Katyaâs arrival had given her so much hope that she believed it may actually all happen. And so she found herself here, feeling like a teenager all over again, mind clouded with daydreams about what she and her childhood lover could potentially become in the future.Â
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After sitting and waiting, and feeling like a fool, for well over an hour, Natasha could finally go outside and meet whatever mystery person was picking her up. She hadnât needed those two hours to get ready, usually sheâs done well under one hour, or way less, she simply got too excited over the whole situation. Sheâd been right about her assumption that the slit on her right thigh went up quite high, and she was certain that Katya had chosen that on purpose. Natasha didnât mind that at all, not because she was used to showing off her body, but because Katya was the one person who sheâd gladly show all of her to.Â
Right as she walked outside, a black SUV showed up at the curb, and before she was even close to the car, a man had stepped out. Dressed in a classic black suit, probably an expensive one, he walked to the other side of the car. As he turned to open the door for Natasha, she could see that he was wearing some sort of communications device in his ear, it made her wonder what kind of security measurements were present, and why they were needed.
The man hadnât said a word, not when she got in the car, not during the drive, and he didnât speak either when he opened the door for her to get out. As Natasha stepped out of the car she took in her surroundings, she caught a glimpse of the busy street in the city centre before she was ushered towards the building in front of her. She walked towards the entrance of the seemingly very classy restaurant, and the mystery man opened the door for her. He guided her inside, but as soon as the tables came into view she didnât need his directions anymore. There, in the middle of an otherwise empty restaurant, sat the person whoâd been keeping her up all week.
Natasha took notice of the guards standing in every corner, and she assumed there were more in the rest of the building. However wary she was of all this security, she walked towards the table with a smile. This time it wasnât some man in a tailored suit showing manners, it was Katya who got up and pulled out the chair on the other side of the table for Natasha. Once she sat down, and the brunette had settled back in the chair opposite of her, she took a moment to observe the woman in front of her before speaking up.
âThis is an awful lot of guards for a dinner date, donât you think?â The redhead still wore that charming smile on her face. She wasnât afraid, or hostile, and neither was Katya. She was genuinely curious about why all of this was needed, the guards, the empty restaurant, everything.
âOh so this is a date now?â Katyaâs face was adorned with that oh so captivating smirk that, if it had been on anyone elseâs face, wouldâve annoyed Natasha to no end.Â
âWell I donât usually dress up quite this fancy for any other occasion, do you?â
Katya took that as her cue to, unashamedly, check out the redhead opposing her. She let her eyes wander where she pleased, and she knew that Natasha didnât mind. In fact, she was doing the exact same to the brunette. It seemed that suits were her thing these days, as she was wearing yet another, no doubt tailor made, dark suit that fit her exactly right. With all this staring back and forth, and tension growing in the air, Katya decided to tease Natasha just a bit more. She took off her blazer and put it over the back of her chair, and to finish it off she rolled up her sleeves to reveal her smooth, ink adorned skin.
âYou look beyond gorgeous in that dress, Natalia. Just as I hoped you would.â
âSo youâve been thinking of me then? Picturing me all dressed up, just for you.â
The brunette didnât admit anything, instead she just smiled at Natasha and handed her one of the menus that had been on the side of the table.Â
âI suppose we should get drinks and appetizers first, before getting into the details of this whole situation.â They quietly went over their menus before a sharply dressed woman came up to them, asking for their orders. When all was said and done, and theyâd put in their requests for the evening, they received their drinks and were left alone for the time being.Â
âSo are you going to explain all the security measures?â Natasha was getting impatient now. As fun as the banter was, she was here to get answers. Katya could sense the change in her attitude, and adjusted her own accordingly.Â
âYouâll understand the details later on, for now letâs just say thereâs plenty of people whoâd love to get their hands on me. And not in a pleasant way.â The brunette just couldnât help but joke around, and Natasha hated that she liked it. She had to fight the blush that tried to make an appearance on her cheeks, because she too, wanted to get her hands on Katya. Though not in a way that called for all these guards present.Â
âSo what have you done then? To piss off people that badly.â
At that question, Katya seemed to get slightly uncomfortable. âTo get to that, we need to go back to the past first. Even before we met, hell even before I was born.â
Now this piqued the redheadâs interest. She hadnât gone into this with any expectations, but she certainly didnât think there would be this much history to the story. And the sorrow that seemed to take over Katya had not only made her curious, but already furious at whoever was responsible for whatever bad things had happened to her childhood lover.Â
âSo, as you already know, I used to live with my uncle.â She started her story. âAnd Iâve told you before that my mom passed shortly after my birth, and other than my uncle there wasnât anyone to take care of me.â
So far, this was all information that Natasha knew already, but she understood that the other Russian had to make sure she was aware of the foundation for the story. She didnât speak, and decided against interrupting Katya at any point. The look on her face made it clear that this was a serious conversation, so all banter was to be stopped for now.
âI obviously donât know what things looked like from your side of the street, but I can say with absolute certainty that things at Dreykovâs place were worse than they seemed. I think everyone in the town was aware that he was involved in some shady stuff, many suspected some kind of mob activity going on. The truth is actually worse. You see, he didnât deal drugs, or weapons or any of that stuff, he dealt people. Girls, to be specific.â
Natasha tried to keep her face blank, she didnât want her expressions to affect the woman opposite of her. She had heard her fair share of theories about what went on in the building across the street, but she hadnât known about this.
âSome girls, depending on age, were sold to disgusting creeps. However, kids like me, who didnât have a clue about the world yet and had everything to learn, we were trained. I wonât go into details for now, but we were trained not only to fight, but to kill. We were taught about every single way you can end someoneâs life, and if any of the girls failed a part of training, they became the target.â
Katya fell silent after that, and Natasha didnât bother filling the silence either. This moment was utilised by the staff to bring over their drinks and first course. The redhead muttered a quick thank you, but didnât take her eyes off of the somber looking brunette, who cleared her throat and pushed herself to keep going.
âYou have to understand, that while I may have seemed kind and innocent to you at the time, I have seen and done things you never want to imagine. To many, Iâm a monster, and I completely understand if thatâs how you feel about me too.â As she said that, Katya seemed about ready to watch the other Russian leave and never come back.
âAnd I need you to understand something in return.â Natasha looked her in the eye to make sure that every word reached her. âYou were forced to do all of that stuff, I donât know exactly what went down but it sounds like a life or death situation. You did what you had to do to survive, Katya. You were the only person that showed me any kindness at all. I mean, I thought that my foster parents liked me, but they threw me out with the garbage. You were the only person to be honest to me, you said you loved me and you meant it. I will never think that youâre a monster.â
The brunette looked down at her still untouched food, like she was taking all of those words in, unsure of how to respond. Then, she looked up at Natasha with a sadness in her eyes that wasnât there before.
âThey liked you.â
Natasha looked up at her confused. âWhat?â
âYour foster parents, they liked you. They had every intention of keeping you around.â
âYouâre lying, they made me pack my bags and leave without explanation.âÂ
This made the redhead upset, Katya was implying that she may have had a chance at the happy family she had always craved, and she didnât take this lightly.
âNatalia, Iâm deeply sorry for what Iâm about to tell you, and I understand if you donât want to talk to me anymore after this.â Katya took a deep breath before continuing.
âBesides the girls and teachers, there was a load of guards involved with the organisation. I guess someone had noticed me sneaking out at night and a guard followed me when I went to meet you. I donât know exactly what they saw but it was enough for them to know that we were more than what we were supposed to be. They couldnât get rid of me like the other girls, not only had I become an important asset, but Iâm also related to Dreykov.â
The brunette fell silent for a moment to prepare for what she had to say next. She couldnât bear to look Natasha in the eye, knowing that she was causing all the hurt that was visible on the redheadâs face. She was fully prepared at this point, to break Natashaâs heart and watch leave.
âWith some very convincing threats, and a lot of money, Dreykov got rid of you instead. He made them kick you out, and punished me in ways that made me wish heâd killed me instead. I didnât know any of this at the time, he actually made me believe that you had been killed for the longest time. I found out a few years ago, Iâm so sorry Natalia.â
âStop calling me that.â Up until now, the name had only slightly annoyed Natasha, but in this emotional state she couldnât handle any of it. She had to fight the emotions that seemed to get stuck in her throat, and tried her best to keep the tears from escaping. That name was a far too prominent reminder of the past, and it was too much for her to handle right now.
âI donât want to hate you.â She looked at woman opposite of her. âI loved you, Katya. Hell, Iâm half convinced I could fall in love all over again right now, so I do not want to resent you even the slightest bit. I wouldnât change anything we did back then, even if the outcome hurts me so deeply. Right now though, I need you to work with me here. Iâve changed since we were teenagers, I had to. I needed a fresh start and that came in the form of this new person, Natasha. I need you to respect that.â
âYes, of course. Iâm sorry, Natasha.âÂ
Katya dared to offer her a slight smile, in the hope of bringing some comfort to this situation. Natasha looked her in the eyes, like she was searching for something, anything that could help her navigate the turmoil of emotions she was experiencing. She saw a change behind Natashaâs eyes, one that indicated that she had put her emotions aside for now to keep herself together for the rest of the evening. There was no doubt though, that it would take time for her to let everything sink in, and learn to live with all that knowledge.
âIâm not saying we need to forget everything we used to know about each other, but we need to get to know each other all over again. That is, of course, if you intend on staying around to keep talking.â
Katya seemed almost surprised at how the redhead was dealing with all of this information. âHonestly, I didnât think youâd want me around after this conversation.â
It made Natasha sad, how badly the other Russian seemed to think of herself. Katyaâs self worth seemed to have been crushed, and at that moment the redhead decided that it would be her mission to restore it. She needed her to see that she wasnât a monster, she was just a human whoâs been put in the most inhumane situations and did what she had to in order to survive.
âWell, I could always change my mind after you tell me the rest of the story.â She put that signature smirk on her face in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit.
âIâm guessing that you mean how I ended up here?â
âTell me everything, what happened after I left, how you ended up in this position. It seems that youâre quite well off, with all your security and fancy clothes and everything.â
Katya smiled at her, silently agreeing with her. Firstly though, they finally finished their food and received the main course for the evening. While enjoying their food Katya shared the rest of her story. She told Natasha about the bad, painful things she had to endure after theyâd been found out. She told her about how from that moment on, she started truly hating Dreykov, and started plotting against him.Â
Katya had thought that he had been responsible for killing her childhood lover, and it filled her with an incredible amount of rage. So as she got older, she started looking for ways to not only put an end to this organisation, but to burn everything associated with it to the ground. Soon after she turned eighteen she had gathered all that she needed, and after a lot of violence all guards had been taken care of and all the girls had sided with her.
She told Natasha about that final encounter with Dreykov, how he had realised that this would be the end for him no matter what. In a last attempt to maintain his power he had told Katya about what had really happened to her secret girlfriend. She had smiled at him as she put her knife in his chest, not only because he was finally gone, but because she now knew that Natasha was alive.Â
And so sheâd gone on to lead all those girls that she has trained with. Sheâd downloaded all data from her uncleâs organisation and they had set off on a mission. They had a list of every organisation, government, politician and business associate of Dreykov, and the task was to eliminate them, whatever it takes. Along the way, Katya had made a name for herself and built a network. Most of those targets didnât want to be convinced to stop what they were doing, and therefore had to be eliminated in a rather permanent manner. Now, even people in high power positions feared her, and nobody dared to mess with her.
That more or less summed up how she got to where she is now. She took money and weapons from organisations that theyâd taken down, and thanks to her network of powerful people there were plenty of people investing in her cause. Sheâs built an army over the years, an army of people who move in the shadows, who take down anyone that stands in their way.Â
âSo I guess thatâs the rest of that story you wanted.â Katya finished off her explanation as dessert was delivered to their table.Â
âAlmost, you still have to tell me how you found me, and why you showed up just now.â
âWell, finding you was actually quite easy. Your boss, Fury as he likes to call himself.â
âYou mean Nickâ
âYes, I mean Nick. I also refuse to call him that ridiculous name. Anyway he got in contact with some shady people about a year ago, they tried to involve him in trafficking business to get women for his club. He wanted nothing to do with it and wanted them gone, so people from my organisation sorted it out for him. Initially I had nothing to do with it, but we do background checks on everyone that gets involved with us.âÂ
Natasha listened intently, she had her suspicions about her boss getting involved with something, she just hasnât known what, or who. Sheâd seen him on the phone and whatever kept him busy seemingly required loads of secrecy.Â
âNow this is embarrassing to admit, but here we go. I had an order communicated to everyone involved with what we do. If your name ever came up anywhere, I am to be notified right away.â
She was interrupted by laughter coming from the other side of the table. Natasha thought it was funny, utterly adorable and also more attractive than she was willing to admit, that Katya had gone to such lengths. It warmed her heart that the brunette had never forgotten about finding her.Â
âOkay if youâre done laughing, Iâd like to continue.â
âOh I donât think you need to, itâs easy. You found my name, my new one, and found out that I work and live at the club, and thatâs when you decided to start lurking in the shadows to watch me on stage. I hope you enjoyed the shows, by the way.â
Natasha felt more confident now, she felt like she finally knew who was really sitting across the table. It saddened her that Katya had not expected the conversation to get this far. The love she had for the other woman back when they were teens, was the truest love that sheâs experienced to date. Even with all the heavy subjects that they touched on tonight, the transition to that light, playful dynamic they were so good at was easy.
âOh I enjoyed the shows alright, nothing beats that look on your face when I said your name though.â
After dessert had finished, they sat and talked for a little while longer, while enjoying their drinks. Neither woman could deny how much they enjoyed each otherâs company. Even with all these new truths, and old lies, coming to light, there was an undeniable familiarity between them. As the night came to an end, they found themselves looking for excuses to stay right where they are. So they found themselves lingering outside on the pavement, delaying the inevitable separation.
âSo, will I get any more mysterious invites like this, or can you text me like a normal woman?âÂ
Natasha couldnât help but put that signature smirk on her face, just in case Katya needed a little extra convincing. She offered up her phone, and the brunette took it right away to put in her contact information. She immediately called herself with the phone so she could save the redheadâs phone number to hers as well.
âYouâll be taken back to the club with the same car, to ensure you get home safely.â
âDonât you worry, I know how to defend myself much better than youâd expect.â
âDo I ever get to hear that story?â
Natasha smiled at her. âSure, on our second date, darling.â
With that, she took a step towards Katya. She leaned towards her and gave the brunette a kiss on the cheek and stepped backwards again, showing that charming smile one more time before turning around and walking towards the car. It took more effort than she was willing to admit, to not turn around and stay for a little while longer. Instead, she got in the car and it took off to bring her back safely, and she immediately missed the presence of her childhood lover.
Meanwhile, Katya was left standing there on the pavement, looking at the car as it took off. This strong, powerful woman who was feared by so many, had been rendered useless because of such a simple gesture. If she had lost all self control, she might have reached out to touch her cheek right where the redheadâs lips had been. However, she was still surrounded by security guards and while she knew they had a massive amount of respect for her, she did need to uphold her image and couldnât look like a total fool.
That night, both women let their thoughts wander to the other. Natasha was eager to rekindle the flame that had once been ablaze between them, and she could swear the sparks of it were still there like they never left. She was eager for a potential new life, where she didnât feel this miserable and lonely so often. A life where she had someone to talk to at the end of every day, someone to share her joy with, and her sadness. If she let her mind truly get ahead of her, the future looked awfully domestic and joyful, both things she hadnât experienced in a long time.
Katya on the other hand only dared to let her thoughts go so far. Her upbringing had left her wary of people and filled with trust issues. As much as sheâd love to be able to let Natasha right back in her life and go all in on exploring how good they can be together, she simply had to be sensible. But as her phone screen lit up with a goodnight and thank you text from the very person she was thinking of, she couldnât stop a smile from appearing on her face.
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AT THE GATES ,
a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a reaper at the gates by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.
no harm shall befall you. i vow it.
i fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.
i would destroy anyone who dared hurt you.
your heart is made to love. to give. not to take.
it's stupid to fall for a once-dead ghost-talker, i don't care how pretty he is.
who took him? tell me!
talk or die.
unless you're a fool, you'll agree that death would be preferable. i will make it swift.
i could never mourn them. i wasn't allowed to.
you nearly got yourself killed. is that not enough?
you have much to learn, and i do not know how much time i have to teach you.
go or don't, doesn't matter to me. but stop being woeful and useless. i don't have the patience for it.
you didn't ask for assassination. you asked for destruction, and destruction takes time.
you don't have to tell me if you don't wish to.
you don't have to come with me.
not a chance. never again. where you go, i go.
you will fail, usurper.
i thought we would have more time. i thought we'd find a way out for you.
i don't want to let you go. not yet. not so soon.
you are cruel, [name], to give a girl all she desires only to tear it away.
this isn't the end for us, [name]. do you hear me? this is not our end.
you've never been a liar. don't start now.
why are you lurking out there? are you spying on me?
you destroyed my life. you could have saved them. youâyou monster.
what of you, [name]? are you not a monster?
fare thee well, [name]. i will see you once more before your end.
tell me what's going on. i can decide whether it concerns me or not.
how the hells are we going to get out of here?
i won't make a promise i can't keep, and neither should you.
any other threats? discussions you wish to waste my time with? none? good. then lets get the hells out of here.
you are new to your power, but that does not mean you do not have it.
i'm not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me who you are.
if i answer one question, will you stop being so annoying and let me get you to a safe house?
why did you not listen to me, [name]. why did you not learn?
what is the point of having muscles if you cannot carry things for others?
she penned a play. i can feel it. don't act the part she's written for you.
why are we not fighting back? night won't fall for hours. we need to use the light that remains.
first, you need to eat. you're irritable and i don't like talking to irritable people.
i can be your ally, or i can be your enemy.
we leave in an hour. come along or stay. it doesn't matter to me.
you must have a guard with you at all times. not because you are incapable, but because you must show your strength. there is strength in numbers.
what, you don't want to pass the time in conversation with me? i'm hurt.
who did this to you?
you're not dead, and you're not going to die. do you hear me? you're going to live. you're going to find whoever did this to you. you're going to make them pay. get up. get to safety.
i'll never let go of what i fought so hard to keep.
stay with me. you don't have to speak. all you have to do is stay awake.
off to get yourself killed again so soon?
i heard you got stabbed. thought i'd come yell at you for allowing it to happen.
some guard you make. you were fast asleep.
i don't know your secrets and so i cannot protect you when others try to ferret them out.
if you didn't need protection, it would be because no one saw you as a threat. needing protection is not a weakness. refusing to trust your allies is.
we're dying out here! while you dine on roast fowl and fresh fruit in a tower that doesn't belong to you.
you are so stupid! you're the only one i have. the only one left! did you even consider that before running into a burning building?
you do not know the weight of the crown. you could never understand.
will it always be chaos for us, [name]? will things never be normal?
if... if i change... if i seem different, remember that i love you. no matter what happens to me. say you'll remember, pleaseâ
you seek counsel. i am honor bound to offer it. sit, please. i will speak with you.
no one is safe. have you not yet learned this lesson?
we will see each other again. i swear it.
i'll make my own way. i don't need you.
why do you care so much what happens to me?
there are men back there who were counting on me, and i left them.
mercy, [name]. that is my order. i do not deserve it. i do not even wish it. but you'll give it to me anyway. because you're good.
you dare put those you love before all of humanity? you dare be so selfish?
no need for that. i didn't drag you through a hundred miles of caves so your first act upon waking would be to stab me.
you came for me. you dragged me from the claws of death himself. you have more good in you than you will ever acknowledge.
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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 8 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, depression themes
Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.
Notes: Part 8! This kinda ends in a cliffhanger I'M SORRYYY but this shit was getting way too longđ
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The following morning Alcina calls on one of her maids to have a carriage prepared.
"Daughters!" She calls from the foyer of the castle. Bela, Daniela and Cassandra appear in front of her.
"I have some things to take care of outside the castle. Bela, I am placing you in charge until I return."
"But mom!" Daniela cries.
"No fair she always gets to be in charge!" Cassandra argues.
"My decision is final." She says, quieting the arguments of the two girls. "Bela, please keep an eye on things, I shall be back before dinner tonight."
"Yes mother." Bela replies.
"Where are you going?" Daniela asks, looking up at her mother.
"I have a few matters I must discuss with Lady Beneviento."
"Aunt Donna!" Daniela says with excitement.
"Can we come? I want to see Angie!" Cassandra says, making Alcina chuckle.
It's always trouble when the three girls, well, Daniela and Cassandra mostly, get together with Angie.
"Not this time girls." Her response is met with a chorus of disappointment. "I must be off. Please try and behave yourselves while I'm out."
The three girls hug Alcina and she gives each of them a kiss on the top of their heads, wrapping her arms around them. Alcina exits the castle as the three girls swarm away.
You're awoken by a knock on the door, you turn towards the sound and roll back over, pretending to be asleep; desperately hoping whoever is at the door leaves. Much to your dismay, the door opens and the room fills with the smell of breakfast. The maid puts the tray on the table and you wait for her to leave. To your dismay once again, you see the maid walk around your bed, shutting your eyes before you can see who it is you pretend to stay asleep, avoiding any kind of interaction.
The maid walks over to the windows and pulls open the thick curtains, allowing the sunlight to spill into the room for the first time in nearly a week. Even with your eyes closed the light is blinding, your eyebrows knit together and you groan.
"Y/n." You hear a familiar voice.
Opening your eyes, squinting as you look up, you see Zina standing next to the bed.
"I have been very patient, but I can not watch you lay here another day. It's been almost a week."
There's a part of you that knows she's right, but there's a bigger part of you that doesn't want to move and is content with staying in bed until you die. A lump begins to form in your throat and your eyes begin to gloss over.
"I can't." You say softly.
"You can, and you will. When was the last time you showered?"
"A few days ago." Embarrassed, you avoid her gaze and stare at your pillow.
"What on earth has gotten into you? This is all very unlike you."
Pausing for a moment, you take a deep breath.
"You were right. About everything." You say as tears fall onto your pillow and your voice grows thick.
"You became too attached, didn't you?"
Nodding your head in response, Zina exhales deeply.
"Did you listen to a word I said-"
"I did," you say, cutting her off as your voice cracks. "I did, and for a while it was fine, but then I started feeling like I was special to her, and then I got scared because I didn't want to end up like the rest of them. I told Alcina how I was feeling and she told me I was special," Zina's face changes from looking like she was about to scold you to a look of curiosity. "She told me I was different from the others. And I was stupid enough to believe her. I was dumb enough to believe her lies-"
"Lady Dimitrescu is a lot of things," Zina cuts in. "but I can tell you for certain that a liar is not one of them. She is most likely the only person I've ever met that refuses to speak a single lie."
"Then why would she tell me that? Why would she say that I was special and then throw me aside like I was nothing? Why would she do everything she did for me and then act like I didn't even exist and then go and fuck another maid?!" You sob, tightly holding onto your pillow.
Realizing the situation in front of her was not what she expected it to be, Zina sits on the edge of the bed and gently stokes your hair.
"I cannot speak for the Lady and her actions, but what I can tell you is that she has not been herself this last week either. I know I said I did not want to get involved in your affairs with the Lady, which is still the truth, but I will offer you some advice."
Turning your face towards her, you look into her eyes, eager to hear her next words.
"Have you tried speaking with her?" Zina asks.
"I did, right when she started ignoring me. And she looked right through me, like I didn't exist and just walked away, like I wasn't even there."
"Did this all start after your second encounter with Stefana?"
"Yeah, and Mother Miranda."
Zina's pupils dilate, a look of concern crossing her face.
"Mother Miranda?" She quietly asks.
"Yeah, when she came to work in the lab or whatever. She found me in Alcina's bed after I got my stitches. She said she wanted to use me for a Cadou experiment and Alcina freaked out. I mean she didn't scream or anything, but her eyes, she looked terrified."
"You are very lucky to still be alive y/n." She says, visibly shaken.
"Well I told Mother Miranda that Alcina bought me from my uncle so I was her property, not just an employee. Finally she agreed to not take me to the lab but Alcina was so freaked out and I don't know why. I don't even know what a Cadou is or anything that they were talking about."
"In time you will learn, but it's not my place to explain the horrors of Mother Miranda. That was quick thinking, telling Mother Miranda about your purchase, it's probably the only reason you weren't taken into the dungeon, whether or not the Lady wanted you to go."
"After all of that, it was like I stopped existing to her. I don't know what I did." You say, defeatedly.
"As I said earlier, I won't speak on behalf of the Lady, but something tells me it's less of what you did and more of Mother Miranda's interest in you. You should try and speak with her again."
"What do I even say? 'Fuck you, you broke my heart?' that won't go over well."
"No, that certainly won't."
"What do I do? Let her tell me why she did what she did? And then what? I just magically forget about what happened and everything is sunshine and rainbows? How could I forgive her?"
"Whether or not you forgive her is something you must figure out on your own, no one can help you make that decision or make that decision for you. My advice is this: speak to her. She's out this morning and will be returning before dinner. She brought you your dinner last night, correct?"
"Yeah."
"Although I don't participate in the maidens gossip, I've heard that one young maid found her sitting outside your room in tears."
"Good." You grumble.
"Y/n." She scolds you.
"What? She does all of this awful shit to me and I'm supposed to feel bad when she cries?"
"I am not saying you aren't allowed to be angry, you are certainly entitled to every feeling you have towards her at the moment. That does not mean however, it's acceptable to lack all empathy. You can be both empathetic and angry towards her, they are not mutually exclusive feelings."
You go to retort her statement and pause, letting her words sink in before you respond.
"I guess." You say.
"Speak to her. Tell her everything you just told me, tell her how her actions made you feel. I've worked alongside the Lady for many years, it's not often she cares for maidens, but on the rare occasion she does, she listens."
"I'll think about it."
"Very well. Now, get up." She says, pulling the duvet off of you, you groan in protest. "Go on, go get a shower and for the love of the Black God please eat something. I didn't think it was possible for someone to survive on eating three bites of toast for a week."
Looking over at Zina you want to protest, but the look on her face is similar to one a mother would give their child when they won't listen. Knowing it was no use fighting her, you take a deep breath and muster the energy to finally get out of bed.
Making your way into the bathroom, you turn towards Zina before shutting the door.
"Thank you."
She gives you a nod and walks out of your room. Neither of you notice, but a little fly quickly buzzes out the door right before Zina closes it behind her.
The carriage pulls up to Lady Beneviento's estate. After she exits, Alcina is greeted by the familiar figure dressed in black, a matching black veil covering her face.
"Donna." Alcina says with a smile.
"Welcome." Donna says, although Alcina can't see her face, she can tell it was said with a smile.
Donna leads Alcina into the house and Donna's doll, Angie, runs into the foyer.
"Who the fuck let a tree in the house?!" She says with a screeching laugh.
Alcina lets out a low growl as Donna softly scolds the doll.
"Would you like some tea? I was just making myself some." Donna asks.
"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you."
Alcina takes a seat in one of the larger chairs in Donna's living room, Donna had it brought to her house for Alcina years ago so she could be comfortable when she visits.
"You better not break that chair!" Angie squeals as she runs around the house.
Alcina rolls her eyes, trying to ignore the doll.
"Angie, be nice." Donna quietly says as she walks in with a tray holding a teapot and two cups.
Donna takes a seat across from Alcina and pours tea into both cups. The teacup looks dwarfed in Alcina's large hands, making Angie cackle. After removing her veil, Donna fixes her hair and Alcina smiles at her sister.
"What brings you all the way to the estate sister?" Donna asks.
Alcina looks down into her cup. Donna was the only one of her siblings she would be able to speak to about what's been going on. Truthfully, Donna was the only person she knew that she could speak to about any of this; but Alcina never thought about how she would explain the situation without sounding weak or pathetic.
"What's wrong Alcina?" Donna asks.
"I came seeking your advice." Alcina admits.
Donna's face lights up, it's not often that Alcina asks her for her help. In the rare occasion she does, Donna is both grateful and excited to help where she can.
After taking another sip from the tiny cup in her hand Alcina puts it down and lights a cigarette and takes a drag.
"I- I'm not good at these things. I have a very, very difficult time with being, open. Talking about my feelings." She says, rolling her eyes, bringing the cigarette up to her lips once more.
"I know, take your time." Donna says with an encouraging smile.
Alcina deeply inhales and slowly blows the smoke out of her nose.
"There is," she begins, carefully choosing her words. "Someone, a woman, I've grown to," she pauses "care for." She says with an exhale. "But, I've done something unforgiveable."
"Did ya kill her?!" Angie pipes in.
With her eyes narrowing at the doll, Alcina replies "no, you detestable plaything, I did not kill her."
"Well sorry for asking!" Angie says sarcastically. "You literally drink blood wine, I'm sorry if my question pissed you off you-"
"Angie that is enough." Donna snaps.
Alcina glares at the doll as she runs away before looking back towards Donna, taking another drag from the cigarette.
"Please, Alcina, continue." Donna says softly.
"I, I don't know how to fix it. Donna, I don't know what to do." Alcina says as her eyes gloss over, she snuffs out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table. Another thing Donna keeps around for Alcina when she visits.
Donna can count on one hand the amount of times she's seen Alcina cry in all of the years she's known her. Her heart melts a little as her older sister lets some of her walls down.
"I would love you help you Alci, but I need to know what happened."
Alcina gives Donna a brief overview of how you ended up at the castle, how you quickly became her handmaiden, she tells Donna about Stefana and how she's tried to kill you twice now, and tells her that Mother Miranda was infatuated with you.
"After Mother came I was terrified, Donna. It's the most terrified I've been since that clumsy maid broke the window in the library and almost killed Daniela all of those winters ago." Donna nods her head, remembering when Alcina told her about the incident. It made her want to vomit when Alcina described in great detail how she tortured the woman before sticking her in a wine barrel.
"So I abandoned her. I acted like she didn't exist. My plan was successful for the first few days, but then, she was all I could think about. There was nothing I could do to get her out of my head, I it was driving me absolutely mad. I was angry, unsatisfied, really." Donna nods her head as she follows along while Alcina pulls out another cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke as she speaks. "I couldn't bring her to my chambers, Black God no, so I invited one of my newer maids in. I was satisfied enough but I still only thought of her." She pauses and take another drag, slowly exhaling the plume of smoke, reliving the moment. "When I opened my chamber door to let the maid out, there she was, walking back to her room. And the look on her face when she saw," Alcina looks up, blinking away tears. "The look on her face, Donna, it almost broke me."
A few tears roll down Alcina's cheeks, Donna hands her a handkerchief and she puts out her cigarette, carefully blotting the tears as she pulls herself together. She adjusts her posture, sitting up straight once more, reclaiming her poise.
"I thought maybe it would take a few days for her to move past it, but after that, she stopped showing up to meals, she hasn't gotten out of bed in almost a week-"
Angie runs into the room and sees Alcina wipe away a stray tear.
"Holy shit! You cry?! Who knew there was a heart under all of that cold, icy-"
"I will snap you in half you little twig!" Alcina roars, standing up to her full height, rage beginning to blind her.
"Alcina!" Donna yells.
Alcina looks at Donna and recognizes the look of fear in her eyes. Looking down, Alcina didn't even realize her claws have come out. The only time Donna had seen Alcina's claws in action was during a brutal attack when huntsmen stormed the castle while she was visiting. It took Donna weeks to be able to cope with what she saw. Staring at her claws in shock, Alcina retracts them and looks at her sister.
"Donna- I'm-" she goes to reach for her sister but pulls away and puts her face in her hands. The elegance that radiated off of her moments ago completely vanished. "I'm sorry." She says softly, sitting back down as she tries to hold back her cries.
Donna stands up and looks at Angie, pointing out of the room, silently telling her to leave. Walking up to Alcina she wraps her arms around her the best she can.
"It's okay." Donna softly says. "I know it was an accident."
"Oh Donna," Alcina cries. "what do I do? Gods if I were her I'd never speak to me again."
"This may sound silly, but, have you tried talking to her?" Donna asks.
Trying to gather herself once more, Alcina wipes her tears and lights another cigarette, taking a long drag from it. Her tone is stoic yet her voice shakes as she speaks.
"I brought dinner up to her chambers last night and she didn't even look at me. Her back was turned but I knew she was awake, I heard her heartbeat race as soon as I entered. I wanted to say something, to do something, but I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. So I left, without saying a single word. Right before I shut the door I heard her sobs and it shattered my heart," She brings the cigarette to her lips and deeply inhales and releases the smoke from the corner of her mouth. "I just sat on the floor, in the middle of the corridor and cried."
"You should talk to her."
Alcina looks away as she blots away the tears once more, desperately trying to steady her trembling lip by bringing the cigarette to them.
"Sister, I mean this in the most loving way possible, but if you truly care for this girl, you will put your pride aside and apologize to her. Even if she doesn't forgive you, it's something you must do."
"I have been incredibly selfish." She says in defeat, taking another drag from the cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray.
"Yes, it certainly seems that way."
Alcina removes her hat and rakes her hands through her hair.
"What would say? 'I apologize for throwing you away like you meant nothing but really you mean everything to me please forgive me?' If someone said that to me after doing what I did to her I would laugh in their face."
"You and I both know you would do more than laugh in their face." Donna says, giving Alcina a knowing look. Alcina lets out a light chuckle. "Tell her why you did what you did, your reasonings behind them. Not to justify your actions, but so at least she understands why."
"What if she doesn't forgive me?" Alcina says quietly.
"Would you forgive you?" Donna asks.
"No, I don't think I could."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes." Alcina whispers as tears roll down her cheeks.
"Then you must try to speak with her, you won't know what will happen for sure until you do."
Alcina shakes her head.
"What am I going to do if Mother decides to use her to punish me? If she tries to hurt her, just to teach me a lesson?"
"Then my dear sister, you have a difficult choice to make. You either protect the one you love and stand up against Mother, or, you be the obedient daughter and let Mother do as she pleases. There will come a time where you will not be able to do both."
Looking into her sisters eyes, Alcina smiles.
"Thank you, Donna."
"Of course Alcina, you can always speak to me, about anything."
Alcina smiles and grabs her sisters hand, gently squeezing it.
"Come, lets take a stroll through the gardens, they're especially lovely this time of year." Donna says, standing up.
Daniela and Cassandra run to Bela's room and bang loudly on the door.
"WHAT?" Bela yells from the other side.
"Bela open up!! It's important!" Cassandra says.
Bela opens her door to see her sisters standing in front of her.
"What? What happened?" She asks, worried.
The two girls push their way into Bela's room and close the door.
"Hey! Get out!" Bela says, trying to push the girls back.
"We figured out why mom has been so weird and why y/n hasn't left her room!" Cassandra says.
"Wait, really?" Bela asks, surprised. "Wait a minute, how? Do I even want to know?"
"A little fly told us." Daniela says, giggling at Cassandra.
"Did you spy on them?!" Bela says.
"No, well, not on mom, gods no. She would know immediately, and she would kill us. But a little fly may have overheard y/n talking to Zina." Daniela says.
Bela crosses her arms, disapproving of her sisters antics.
"Well do you want to know or not?!" Cassandra says, annoyed.
"It's some real juicy stuff!" Daniela says.
Bela rolls her eyes.
"Well, I guess what's done is done. What did they say?"
Daniela and Cassandra recall the conversation Daniela's fly overhead, how you thinking you were special to their mother was just you falling into her usual trap and how their mother said that she was in fact special. They talk about what happened with Mother Miranda after they left their mother's chambers and how their mother completely ignored your existence. They also tell Bela that the night she didn't walk you to your room was when you saw another maiden leave their mother's chambers and that's why you've been locked in your room for the last week.
"Wait, so, mother-"
"She cheated on y/n and broke her heart!" Daniela exclaims.
Cassandra elbows her hard in the side
"Ow!"
"Shut your trap Dani, we can't let anyone hear us!"
"Mother has to feel guilty, I mean, how could she hurt y/n and be okay with it?" Bela says with disbelief on her face.
"Because mom can be a huge bitch." Cassandra says, folding her arms.
"Cassandra!" Bela scolds her. "Don't talk about our mother like that!"
Daniela turns to Bela.
"Bela, she hurt y/n, she loved mom and mom went and cheated on her."
"There has to be an explanation for this, I need to hear mother's side! It's unfair to judge based off of only one side!" Bela says, defending her mother.
"Bela you're such a suck up." Cassandra snaps.
"I am not! Plus Cass you're the one who said they weren't 'really together anyway' a few days ago! What happened to that?!"
"That was before I knew they were in love you idiot!"
"I still want to hear mother's side of the story."
"Mother would never talk to us about that, she's far too private." Cassandra says.
"Then what are we going to do?" Daniela asks.
"We have to get them in the same room somehow." Bela says, deep in thought.
"Oh! That's a good idea!"
"What good would that do? They're just gonna fight, or say nothing to each other." Cassandra says.
"They've avoided each other for so long, they need to talk." Bela says.
"Oh! Why don't we trick them into going into the same room?" Daniela suggests.
"That's actually not a bad idea." Cassandra says.
"How are we gonna do that though?" Daniela asks.
"I think I have an idea!" Bela says.
As you're walking back to your room from the kitchen with Zina, a lunch tray in your hands, you spot Daniela down the hall.
"You're alive!!!" She yells as she runs up to you and wraps her arms around you.
"Yes, I am very much alive." You say, trying to hug her back and balance the tray. "I'm sorry for how awful I was to you kiddo, you didn't deserve it."
"It's okay, I would have acted the same way if that happened to me too." She says, her eyes going wide as you look at her confused. "I mean, you know, if I really wanted to be left alone like you did."
Her choice of words confuses you a little but you don't think too much into as Zina gives Daniela a knowing look.
"Well, anyway, I gotta run." She says, avoiding Zina's look. "But y/n, I have a surprise for you later, now that you've finally come out of your room!"
"Okay," you say with a laugh. "Come get me when you need me."
Daniela swarms off and Zina shakes her head.
"Those girls are always up to something."
"They certainly are."
The girls are gathered in the library going over their plan when they hear the doors open, the familiar sound of their mothers footsteps echoing through the castle.
"Mom's home!" Bela says.
"Okay, Dani, go take care of y/n, we'll take care of mom."
The girls go their separate ways, Daniela making her way upstairs through the back halls and Bela and Cassandra going to greet their mother in the foyer.
"Mom!" Bela says.
"Good afternoon girls," Alcina says, immediately realizing Daniela is missing. "Where is Daniela?"
"Probably doing something stupid." Cassandra says.
Alcina laughs and pulls the girls into a hug.
You're about to leave your room and you hear a knock on the door, you see Daniela standing there when you open it.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Surprise time!"
"Can we do it in a few minutes, I was just about to-"
"NO!" Daniela says, trying to collect herself. "Nope, sorry, can't do, we gotta do it now."
"Okay..?" You say, having no idea what she's about to do.
Daniela pulls out a blindfold.
"Here! Put this on!"
"Do I really need a-"
"Yes! Yes you do! Now come on!" She says, pulling it over your eyes.
"Alright, alright. Now what?" You say as you position it over your eyes.
"Can you see anything?" Daniela asks, waving her hand in front of your face.
"Nope, just black."
"Good."
Daniela grabs you by the arm and pushes you to sit on your bed.
"Okay, now wait here for a minute."
"Okay-"
"And no talking!" She says.
You chuckle and Daniela shushes you.
Downstairs, Bela and Cassandra look up at their mother after she lets go of them. Alcina notices a mischievous look on their faces and raises an eyebrow at them.
"What are you girls up to?"
"We have a surprise for you!" Bela says.
"Oh, you do?" Alcina says as she gives them a look.
"Yup, you gotta put this on though." Cassandra says, pulling out a blindfold big enough for Alcina.
"Girls, is this really necessary?"
"Yes!" Cassandra says.
"Please mom?" Bela says, looking up at her mother.
Rolling her eyes, Alcina hands her hat to Bela and takes the blindfold and ties it around her head. She motions for her hat and places is back on her head.
"Now what?" She asks.
The girls each grab one of her hands and begin to lead her up the stairs.
"We're going upstairs?" Alcina says.
"Yes!"
"We'll tell you when to duck!" Cassandra says.
"Thanks." Alcina says, unamused but with a smirk on her face.
"And no more talking!" Cassandra says, Alcina grumbling in response.
Since Alcina knows the castle like the back of her hand, the girls walk their mother around for a minute before finally reaching your chambers; hoping she doesn't know where they're taking her.
The three of them stand outside the open door and Daniela gives them a thumbs up, Bela puts her mothers hand on the doorframe so she knows to duck and gently pushes her into the room.
You hear footsteps approach as you sit blindfolded on the bed, your room is suddenly filled with the scent of Alcina's perfume and you stiffen, your muscles in your body tensing.
Alcina ducks into the room and takes a few steps, Daniela sneaks around her and stands with her sisters outside of the door. She recognizes the familiar drum of your heartbeat and her posture stiffens, slowly turning towards the sound. The girls nod to each other and Daniela grabs the door handle.
"Okay, take them off!" Cassandra says as they quickly close the door and run away.
The two of you slowly remove the blindfolds, your eyes meet for the first time as they adjust to the light. You look into her eyes, desperately wanting to move your gaze, but you can't, your eyes are stuck staring into hers like magnets.
Alcina is the first to break eye contact when she closes her eyes and gently shakes her head. Her eyes meet yours once more, you try to gauge her inscrutable look but you're met with a stone wall. You feel your heart leap into your throat while you simultaneously feel a lump forming over your vocal chords. Alcina opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes her mouth and looks away. You try and speak but no words leave your lips. She takes one final look at you and turns to leave.
Watching her walk towards the door you feel your heart shatter again, but you also feel anger, frustration. As she reaches for the doorknob you break through the lump restraining your vocal chords and speak.
"So that's it? You're not going to even say anything to me?" Your voice cracks.
"Would it make a difference?" She says, her voice is cold but you notice a slight shake to it.
Looking down at your hands in your lap you quietly say "I don't know."
After a second you look up and see her standing in place, her hand resting on the doorknob. Your eyes focus on her hand, anticipating her wrist to turn and for her to open the door to leave.
An internal war rages on inside Alcina; she can almost taste the release of walking out of the room, but her heart is screaming at her to stay. Donna's voice pops into her head.
"if you truly care for this girl, you will put your pride aside and apologize to her."
With a shaking breath, she drops her hand from the doorknob and hangs her head.
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shop assistant
Emily kept the smile firmly fixed in place as she watched the man in front of her vacillate. Engagement rings were always a long sales pitch, but at least this one seemed to know his partnerâs taste. She only wished he would take her concerns about budget seriouslyâbut then, that was fairly standard for the men sheâd helped thus far. As if feeling her patient stare, the tall, pale goth glanced up from the displays and at her.Â
God, his eyes were gorgeous. Whoever he was shopping for was a lucky girl.Â
âYou need not hover over me. I will be some time making this decisionâit has to be exactly right.âÂ
Wow. Someone certainly talked like a period drama. Emily dialed her Customer Service Smile up another notch. âAlright, well, I wonât be far if you need me. Please, donât hesitate to ask.â With that, she gracefully departed for the main sales counter, where Eric was wrapping up a sale with a perky blonde.
âHey, Em, is your guy who I think he is?â
Emily rolled her eyes. Eric was constantly thinking people here were celebrities. It never actually panned out to be true, but it didnât stop him from speculating. She honestly couldn't care less, though. As far as she was concerned, celebrities were just people. There was no need to make a fuss over themâand she wouldnât, even if this turned out to be whoever Eric was thinking of. âProbably not, but tell me who you think it is anyway. I know itâll eat at you if you donât say it.â
âI think thatâs one of the Aeturnus family. Theyâre like...Vanderbilt rich. Old money. Hell, I think if you go far enough back, theyâve got some royal blood from some European country or otherâŠâ
âWell, that would explain why he just waved me off when I asked about the budget.â She shrugged. She wasnât sure she believed it, but there was something just a little off about Tall, Pale, and Gorgeous. And there always seemed to be something with that level of wealth. She would count herself lucky he still treated sales people with respect. She shrugged it off, gossipping with Eric about the tech store across the streetârumor had it the owner was trying to romance one of their employees and not being particularly subtle about it. The employee was into it, but literally everyone else around them was not.Â
It was a half-hour later that the man approached her. âThere is one which will do nicely with a bit of customization.â He must have seen her open her mouth to talk about the budget once more, because he held up a hand. âMoney is no object, I promise.â
âAlright. Letâs see what we can do.â They walked back to the display case, and he pointed out one of the thicker wedding bands marketed towards men. The one he chose was lovely, with a deep red wood polished to a shine. The outside was rose goldâand that, it seemed, was the problem.
âThe rose gold does not quite suit my partnerâs taste. Perhaps white gold could be arranged.â It was a statement, not a question.Â
âOf course. Are there any other alterations youâd like to make?â
âIâŠâ The hesitation seemedâŠout of character. Whatever the request was, it was clearly the emotional heart of the matter. Emily silently vowed to see it through, no matter what. â...I would like an engraving on the inside.â
âOf what?â
âIâve written it out.â He pulled a folded paper out of his pocket. On it was a delicate script, in Latin. Amor Aeturnus Est. Love is eternal.Â
âWould you prefer a regular cursive script, or shall we replicate your handwriting?â
There was a blink, the only outward sign of his surprise. âYou can do that?â
âOh, yes.â
âThen, by all means, please.â
âVery well, MrâŠâ She prompted. Was she fishing for Ericâs sake? Maybe. But she would never hear the end of it if she didnât at least ask the name. He smiledâonly barely, but that was a contrast to his previously neutral expression. âAeturnusâŠfor now. We shall be hyphenating.â
The rest of the transaction ran smoothly. As soon as Mr. Aeturnus left, Eric all but bounced over to Emilyâs station. âHow did it go? What is he like?â
Emily rolled her eyes. âHeâs normal, Eric. Heâs just a guy, buying a ring for his partner.â Even as she spoke, there was a soft smile on her face. She hoped that Mr. Aeturnusâs partner liked the ringâthere was a lot of heart that went into choosing it.
As if reading her thoughts, Eric kept on badgering her. âWas it a good ring? Please tell me he picked a good ring, I canât stand it when rich people have no tasteâŠâ
âIt will be once his customization is done.â
âAwesome~â
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Nureyevâs going undercover as a hypnotist for a show at a grand party of the wealthy (somewhere in the estate is a safe with some very important schematics he'd like to get his hands on).
He researches extensively, first pouring over books and then spending hours choosing outfits, rehearsing flourishes and precise movements. Heâs also researching the heist itself, of course. But this time, Juno seems more annoyed with all the time he spends on his research. Juno lounges on the bed watching his boyfriend practicing his entrance over and over, only interrupted by occasional dives to double check his books.
Juno huffs and breaks the silence.
âWhat a bunch of bullshit, can you believe people actually think this hypnosis shit works? Controlling other people with your voice, my ass.â He rolls his shoulders, they've been tense for days, and the pain is worsening his mood.
âOh now, itâs a performance like any other,â Nureyev replies, âbut my research shows people can be put in a trance, can be hypnotized, provided they want it themselves. One cannot make someone do something against their will. They must want to be hypnotized, to let go and be open and obedient. It's quite interesting."
âCanât see why anyone would want that at all.â Juno says in a snappy retort, but he considers it in his head. Being in a trance, mind blank, just floating and being open to... whoeverâs in control. Heâd hate it, of course, heâd feel way too vulnerable. Even more so in front of a crowd, at a show of all things. He needs to always be alert.
ButâŠ
Sometimes he just wants a break from it all, even his own head. Especially his own head. To relax and leave himself in the hands of... well. Maybe he can see the appeal, just a little.
He doesnât say any of this out loud, of course. Nureyev just hums, practising how he'll pick his pendant out of his front pocket.
âJuno,â he says after a while, âsince youâre not receptive to actually being hypnotized, can I test the act on you? Then you can tell me how it looks, without being distracted.â He smiles, one of his canines peeking out.
âYeah, alright,â Juno replies, trying to sound nonchalant. He sits up at the edge of the bed, stretching a little, ignoring the little jump of excitement he feels for a brief moment. âBut Iâm still gonna tell you whenever you sound way too ridiculous.â
Nureyev's smile widens, and Juno's eye focus on his sharp teeth. âWonderful, Juno.â
Nureyev starts with his grand entrance, speaking to the imaginary audience. Junoâs both in awe at his confidence and ability to glide seamlessly into the role, through the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
He resists the temptation to make a snide remark when Nureyev adresses an invisible audience member with the tales of his past deeds.
â⊠and I shall do it all, with this!â Nureyev reveals the crystal pendant heâs fastened to a chain in a dramatic flourish. âNow, esteemed audience, please quiet down so I can demonstrate my abilities on this lovely lady.â
He sits on a chair in front of Juno. âNow please Juno, focus on the crystal. Let your thoughts clear. All that matters is to keep your eye on the crystal, and listen to my voiceâŠâ
Juno rolls his eye, but still leans forward. Nureyev holds the crystal up by the chain so it catches the light, and starts swinging it slowly back and forth.
"That looks really stupid," Juno remarks.
Nureyev shushes him.
Itâs a pretty jewel, probably worth quite a lot. Juno wonders where Nureyev stole it. Itâs a deep violet that shifts from a sparkling, deep blue, into a gold-speckled pink. It naturally grabs his attention, swinging back and forth. The swinging part still looks stupid. But maybe it would be nice to...
The pendant swings, and Nureyev keeps talking in his smooth voice. This might not be so bad, after all. Juno doesnât feel vulnerable, thereâs nothing to be worried about, he knows heâs safe with Nureyev. Whoâs currently speaking, but Juno canât recall what heâs been saying. He focuses on Nureyevâs steady voice again; he loves listening to that melodic voice.
âYou feel the tension leave your jaw, your neck, your chest, arms, thatâs it, relaxâŠâ
Itâs surprisingly easy, Juno thinks, to relax. Usually itâs hard to let go of all the tension that sits in his body. It's such a constant part of him that it almost feels strange how easy it melts from his limbs.
â⊠your stomach, your legs..."
He's breathing more deeply now, he notices. It's comfortable where he sits on the bed, letting his eye follow the pretty pendant that catches the light. He's safe here.
"...very good, relax for me, you're doing so well."
Juno feels warm at that. He's glad he's doing well. Nureyev's voice really suits this kind of thing, he thinks. Smooth and low and inviting. Juno wants to tell him he sounds nice, but he's so relaxed. It can wait. He struggles to keep his eye open.
"... even more relaxed and sleepy, and you'll only let go on my count - wait, Juno?"
The pendant stops for a moment. Juno lets out a low, protesting sound. It's very hard, but Juno lifts his heavy eye to Nureyev's face. He was doing well, wasn't he?
"Are you really -?" Nureyev says softly.
Juno's so relaxed and comfortable, he felt so close to letting go and now he's confused about what Nureyev's even talking about. He manages a questioning "hmm?"
Nureyev stares at him for a long moment, considering, and then he smiles again, showing his sharp teeth. He cups Juno's face, and it feels nice, so Juno leans into it.
"Oh Juno, you are too lovely, " Nureyev says and holds up the pendant again, swinging the beautiful crystal. "Look back at the crystal and keep listening. That's it, well done, and you feel yourself gliding back into the comfortable feeling. Just focus on my voice and how good it feels."
Juno's eye is following the jewel again, how it catches the light, his breathing evening out. He feels like he's enveloped in a soft blanket.
"When I count down, you will feel even more relaxed at every step. When I reach zero, you will sleep for me. You'll be fully under, open, and relaxed. No need to be distracted, just be in the moment, no need to think of anything else..."
Distantly, Juno hears Nureyev speak for another minute, then he starts to count down from ten. For every number, he feels heavier, and more and more comfortable. It's so easy to let go. He wants to let go, to let Nureyev take care of him. Vaguely, he realizes he's wanted it ever since Nureyev introduced him to his newest con. Blank, soft, mindless. Quiet. Juno wants that, and he trusts Nureyev. Of course he does.
"Zero. Sleep for me, Juno."
Juno does.
#ellie talks#ellie writes#oh my god I haven't written fics like this in seven years#tpp junoverse#juno steel#peter nureyev#jupeter#jupeter fic#well ficlet#I just got an ao3 account maybe this should go there idk#I'm extremely weak for hypnosis tropes in a way somebody probably could psychoanalyze but lets not#I just want hypnotized!juno ok#ofc we need Nureyev with a quiet mind at some point too maybe I'll get to that he needs it too#hey if you liked reading this please let me know#I might write more if people are interested#also apologies for any mistakes as english isn't my first languange#I'm writing the fic I want to see in the world#hypno!jupeter#lets be real nureyev would slay as a show hypnotist
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I rewrote part of the first chapter of my react fic to be more in-line with the themes of the story. Posting the original part of what I edited here for archival purposes. This is my attempt to be responsible, lol.
The Exhibition Of A Low Down Disgusting Good-For-Nothing Dog: Exclusive Tickets On Sale Now!! â Original Intro Chapter (The Trial Is About To Begin)
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WITH ALL PRESENT, THE TRIAL SHALL NOW COMMENCE.
Everyone jumped. Garfiel swore loudly. âThe Hell was that?!â
âPlease try not to use language like that in front of our political opponents!â Otto cried.
ON THE STAND IS THE DEFENDANT NATSUKI SUBARU.
A harsh spotlight came on with a sound like a thunderclap, making everyone jump. It was focused a little to the left of the audience. The sheer brightness drew everyoneâs eyes just as much as it forced them shut, adjusting agonizingly slowly as they attempted to make out what it was exactly that was being illuminated.
A glass jar â oversized. A cork in the top, sealing it shut. A dark figure huddled inside, covering its face from the onslaught of light that was no doubt much, much worse for the target than the onlookers nearby.
And as their eyes adjusted, it became clear that the figure isolated within that glass jar wasâ
âSubaru!â Beatrice cried, rushing forwards.
âBeako!â Subaru caught sight of her through the clear walls of his cage, rushing towards her and pushing against the glass in a desperate to reach her. âW-Whaâ?â
âSubaru, Subaru!â Beatrice banged her fists against the clear surface. It didnât budge. âWhy is Subaru in there, I suppose? Let him out!â
âBeâ Beako, itâs okay, itâs okay! Itâs gonna be alright! Do you know where we are?â
âI donâtïżœïżœïżœ None of us do! Subaru!â
âNone ofâ Emilia!â Subaru suddenly saw the other figures, rushing towards the trap behind Beatrice. âEmilia, where are we? Whatâs going on?â
âDonât worry, Subaru, itâs alright!â Emilia babbled. âWeâll get you out, weâll get you out of there soonââ
âOw!â Garfielâs fist bounced right off the glass. He hissed, cradling it to his chest. The wall remained clear and spotless. âWhat is this thingâ?!â
âI canât summon my spirits!â Julius realized, alarmed. âSubaru, are youââ
âIâm fine, you annoying prick! Nice to see you here, too!â
âWhy isnât any of my magic working?!â Emilia cried, trying and failing to freeze the glass.
âWhereâs my sword?!â Ricardo shouted. âDid it really notâ?!â
âSomething tells me it wouldnât be of much use anywayââ
âSubaru-dono, just hang in thereââ
âWho the hell is that?!â
âRâ Rem?!â Subaru had finally caught sight of the awoken sleeping beauty. His eyes filled with wonder and delight. âRem! Remââ
âWho the hell are you?!â Rem snapped again, backing away. âWhy do you smell like that?!â
Subaru jerked away from the glass as though it had burned him.
âDonât talk to him like that!â Beatrice shouted, enraged. âSubaruâs tried so hard to wake you up, I suppose â donât talk to him like heâs some â filth!â
âWhoâ I didnât ask him to do anything!â Rem retorted. âWhoever he is, that boy is dangerous! I donât know who all of you think that is, butââ
âAh,â Subaru exhaled quietly, looking like he was trying really hard not to seem as devastated as he was. âSo thatâs how it is.â
THE DEFENDANT IS PUT ON TRIAL FOR HIS CRIMES. I, THE PROSECUTOR, HEREBY CONTEST THAT NATSUKI SUBARU IS A GUILTY OF ATROCITIES AGAINST THE WORLD ITSELF. BEFORE THE JURY, THE DEFENDANT SHALL FACE JUDGEMENT.
âThere, you see?!â Rem cried.
âWaitâ Subaru?â Julius frowned, remembering a stupid young man who threw a tantrum in the throne room because people were being mean to his crush, accepted a challenge from one of the most powerful knights in the kingdom, and sulked around the Karsten Manor for three days after he lost like a scolded puppy. It had been a pathetic display, butâ âYou think SUBARU committed some horrible atrocity? Really?â
It didnât matter much that Subaru had gone on to help against the White Whale, the Witch Cult, and even perhaps the Great Rabbit. As far as his demeanor was concerned, Subaru was â at his absolute worst â a naive, annoying brat in need of some discipline. To suggest that someone like that would ever willingly do something as heinous as this voice seemed to be suggestingâ
âSubaru would never do something like that!â Emilia exclaimed hotly, a sentiment that was being echoed by the entirety of her Camp.
âSubaru might be â a little strange,â Reinhard admitted. âBut heâs a very good person! He wouldnât do anything like youâre suggesting!â
âBig Broâs a freak, but heâs not a war criminal!â Felt agreed.
âBarusu is useless and pathetic, not a demented sociopath,â Ram added, crossing her arms. âI donât know what sort of ridiculous conclusions you may have drawn here, but I can assure you that heâs far too stupid and soft to do anything like what you are suggesting!â
âThanks, nee-samaâŠâ
âAnd Rem, my dear sister ââ Ram turned to face her awakened twin, her eyes softening slightly. âIt is true that Barusu is ridiculously suspicious, but I can assure you that he is not dangerous in the slightest. However badly he may stink.â
âI wash every day!â Subaru protested.
Rem looked unconvinced, but her attention had been redirected elsewhere. âSisterâŠ?â she echoed.
THE TRAIL WILL BEGIN ONCE ALL ARE SEATED. DELIBERATION AND JUDGEMENT WILL BE RESERVED FOR AFTER THE TRIAL. THE JURY WILL DELIBERATE OUTSIDE THE TRIAL ROOM, ONCE ALL EVIDENCE HAS BEEN PRESENTED.
âSoâ that means we can leave after this is over?â Anastasia tried to clarify. âYouâll let us leave after this â this âevidenceâ has been presented?â
THE MEMORIES OF THE DEFENDANT WILL BE PRESENTED AS THE EVIDENCE OF THIS CASE.
Protests from all directions erupted at this declaration.
âWait, WHAT?!â Subaru squawked.
âThat sounds incredibly violating!â Crusch agreed, eyes wide. âWhat gives you the right to â to publicly undress him like that? I refuse to have any part in this!â
âWe have better things to do with our time than delve into some kidâs memories â or to play around in this theater at all!â Anastasia agreed disapprovingly. âAs much as I may respect Natsuki-kun, Iâm a busy gal. Even if he wanted this â which he clearly doesnât â I canât spare the time or attention for this sort of affair!â
âWe absolutely do NOT want the memories of a member of our Camp blown up in front of two rival factions!â Otto squawked, gripping his hair. âWhat sort of outside interference IS thisâ?!â
âBettyâs Subaru deserves better treatment than his most private memories being used as entertainment, in fact!â
THE DOORS WILL REMAIN LOCKED FOR THE DURATION OF THE TRIAL. The voice continued, ignoring all of their protests. ONCE THE TRIAL HAS CONCLUDED, THE DEFENDANT AND THE JURY WILL ALL BE RETURNED TO THEIR BODIES AND MINDS, AT THE PLACE AND TIME OF THE SUMMONING. JUDGEMENT FOR THE DEFENDANT WILL BE LEFT IN THE HANDS OF THE JURY POST-TRIAL.
âLISTEN to us, for ODâS SAKEââ Garfiel was roaring.
âWhy would a kid like that even NEED a trial like this?!â Ricardo shouted desperately. âHeâs â a bit much sometimes, but heâs nothing CLOSE toââ
THE TRIAL WILL BEGIN IN EARNEST ONCE EVERYONE IS SEATED.
No matter how much they protested, the voice showed no signs of so much as hearing them cry out. After a few minutes of desperate calling, it quickly became clear thatâ
THE TRIAL WILL BEGIN IN EARNEST ONCE EVERYONE IS SEATED, the voice repeated once, and then it said not one word more.
âWe donât have a choice,â Crusch realized. âItâs either to watch â this, orâŠâ Remain in this room forever.
ââŠWell then I guess thatâs that, yeah?â Garfiel said uncomfortably.
âWhat?!â Otto squawked. âWe canât just let thisâ We donât even know what this thing wants to show! What if it includes Camp secrets?! It could end up endangering our entire campaign!â
âDoesnât mean a damn thing if we canât ever get out of this damn place!â Garfiel retorted. âWe can roll with whatever happens, but we have to be able to get out of here first!â
âThat doesnât mean we should just lie down and let something like THIS happen! Isnât there any other way to get out of here?!â
âDo you see any other ways? I hate this just as much as you do, but would you really rather be stuck in here? We canât win the Royal Selection if we stay stuck in this room for the next three years!â
âSure butâ Iâ AUGH! I really donât like this! Isnât there another way out?!â
âItâs such a mean thing to do!â Emilia added, protesting for an entirely different reason. âIâ Even if Subaru really DID something really, really badâ Doesnât he deserve a second chance? Hasnât he proven that he deserves a second chance? Why does it have to be dragged up NOW?â
âBecause the only other option is to never leave this room, apparently,â Garfiel replied, agitated. âI donât like this either, but â thereâs nothing they could show me that would make me think less of Captain as is, and I donât wanna stay here with him trapped in a cage just cause â cause Iâm scared of what I might see, you know?!â
âWait, wait!â Subaru banged his fist on the glass, looking panicked. âWait, donât I get a say in this?!â
âYou think I want to do this, Barusu?â Ram shot back, arms crossed. âWatching your memories of bumbling around as an embarrassment sounds miserable. You may just end up being the most comfortable person in this room.â
Ferris blinked. Then he grinned, his tail curling mischievously by his side. âWellâŠâ
âFerris,â Julius warned.
âI mean, watching Subaru-kyun humiliate himself is a LITTLE funââ
âI wouldnât sayââ Ricardo protested.
âOh come on.â Ferris leaned backwards, catching Ricardoâs eye with a teasy look on his face. âNyewâve mentioned a nyumber of times nyow that nya wish nyewâd seen what Subaru-kyun was like during the Royal Selection Ceremony. Arenât nya looking forward to a chance at that just a little bit?â
âWhat??â Subaru squeaked out, face scarlet.
âI meanâŠâ Ricardo shifted, but the slight smile on his face did very little to deny it. âIâm sure it was annoyinâ at the time, but some dumb kid jumpinâ up to defend his crush from half the kingdom and causinâ a mess sounds really adorable in retrospect.â Subaru made an indiscernible, high-pitched noise. âWouldnât say no ta seeinâ it for myself, if thatâs what this is aboutâŠâ
Julius coughed into his fist. âThat aside,â he said, hiding a smile. âWe donât know if that memory in particular is what this â place â wants to show us, and even if we did, we donât have an infinite amount of time. Subaruâs memories are not our business, and as much as I may â respect him as a colleague, they are not our priority, either.â
âDonât think time will matter all that much if what that â voice â said is true,â Tivey said hesitantly. âIf weâre going to just end up back when and where we were when this started, we could probably spend as much time in here as necessary.â
âMimi doesnât like it here,â Mimi declared, sitting down in Anastasiaâs lap. âLetâs just get this over with so we can all go back to the inn.â
Anastasia sighed, but relented with a nod of her head.
âIâm really not sureââ Reinhard protested. âIf Subaru has memories he doesnât want us to seeââ
âI doubt that moron has done anything worse than throw tantrums when he didnât get his way,â Felt said, rolling her eyes. âWhatever he did to piss this â thing â off, it wonât be anything we canât just brush off and forget about later. Iâm with them: letâs just get this over with so we can all go back.â
Emilia was one of the last to be convinced.
âItâs not fair!â she protested desperately. âSubaru didnât do anything! And even if he didâ heâ hasnât he done enough to make up for it?! What could he possibly have done?!â
âEmilia-sama,â Crusch said. âEven if I believed him the type of boy to commit atrocities, there is nothing I can think of that could possibly outweigh the blessings that Subaru has given us over the course of the past year. You have my word that your knight will remain free of judgement from my camp.â
âMine too,â Felt confirmed. âBig Bro probably did something very embarrassing, but thatâs nothing unusual.â
âWhy do we even have to see it, then?â Emilia begged. âSubaruâs a good boy! Canât we just let him be?â
âIâd love to,â Anastasia muttered. âBut unless ya want yer knight stuck in a glass jar forever, this seems like the only way out.â
Emilia turned to face Subaru, pitiful and panicked in his glass cell. After a long moment, she wordlessly took her seat.
Subaru was the only one left to be convinced.
âW-Wait!â he cried. âWait, Emiâ everyone, is this really necessary?! Isnât this a breach of privacy?! What do you mean youâll be watchingâ I donât want this!â
âIâ Iâm sure itâll be fine,â Emilia tried to say. âItâll be over before you know it, alright?â
âI donât want to do this!â Subaru protested. âI donât want this at all! My â my memories are private, I donât want you looking at them like there some sort of anime!â
âAniâ I donât know what that is, but we canât justââ
âThere has to be another way out, right?! Canât we do something else?! Thereâs got to be a way out of here that doesnât involveââ
âI really donât think there is,â Reinhard admitted guiltily, fretfully.
âMaybe you just havenât looked hard enough! Maybe those doors can openâ if you push them hard enoughââ
âActually, Reinhard already triedââ Felt started. âWait, Subaru, that would meanââ
âWe canât leave you in there, I suppose!â
âNo, go ahead, leave me in here! I donât want you rooting around in my head, what sort of sick joke is that?! Iâve done so much embarrassing stuff, and I donât know wha theyâre gonnaâ whatever it is they wanna show, I donât want youâ!â
âSubaru-dono.â
Wilhelmâs voice was calm and reasonable. Subaruâs eyes darted up at him.
âEvery young man has things in their past that theyâd rather forget,â the old man said gently. âEspecially involving shameful moments, or past embarrassments, or blunders with women. None of those are things that any of us would have room to judge you on.â
âButââ Subaru was still obviously panicked, for understandable reasons.
âEven if you did do something genuinely terrible, at some point in your past ââWilhelm shook his head. âSubaru-dono, I am a soldier. I can guarantee that I have done far worse in my sixty years of life than you ever could in a mere eighteen. And even if I am somehow proven wrong â we already know the you that exists today. Whatever it is that we see on that metia, I promise you that we will not think less of you.â
âItâs not like we donât already know that your ability to conduct yourself properly is flawed,â Julius added, a teasing smile on his face. âI mean, our first impression of you made that clear from the start.â
âIt is insanely violating and I hate everything about this situation,â Crusch sighed. âBut if this is the only way out, then it is the only way out. âAnd that includes getting YOU out of that jar.â
âI really donât think anything in yer memories is gonna be all that interesting, Natsuki-kun,â Anastasia drawled, looking bored and inconvenienced. âWeâre a bunch oâ soldiers and politicians. Even if ya somehow DID do something genuinely terrible at some point, I can pretty much guarantee that all of us have seen worse. Thisâll be unpleasant and humiliating, but then itâll be over and we can all go home. âOr to the inn, at any rate.â
âIâm GONNYA tease nyew,â Ferris declared. Then his eyes softened, just slightly. âBut I wonât judge nya. Weâve all got stuff we donât want aired out, so if anything really bad nyew did ever comes up, Iâll leave it alone.â
Subaru still looked freaked out. âButââ
âWe PROMISE,â Wilhelm assured him. âWhatever it is we see on that metia, we will give you grace.â
âBâŠButâŠâ
âSubaru.â
It was Emilia who spoke up last. Subaruâs eyes darted towards her.
âI know this is a really uncomfortable situation,â she said. âBut I think bearing with it will be best, oh-kay? Letâs get this over with, and then we can go â have fun in Priestella, and forget all about it. Donât you want to see the canals Otto told us about? And I heard that they had this amazing singer we can go listen toâ and some really tasty authentic Kararagian cuisineâ and the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get you out of that jar, all of us out of this place, and enjoy the rest of our day!ââ
Subaru swallowed.
Emilia pressed: âNone of us want to hurt you. If anyone tries to use this to do something bad to you, Iâll protect you, oh-kay? I promise I will.â
âAs will Betty, in fact,â said Beatrice, who really just wanted Subaru out of his cage as soon as possible.
âYou donât have to worry about anything like that, alright?â Emilia insisted. âWeâll be right with you. We promise, oh-kay?â
After a long moment, Subaru took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. âOkay then,â he relented, falling back to sit on his knees. âLetâsâŠget this over with.â
The screen in the front of the room flickered on.
#yeah the whole Trial idea was a good enough motive to handwave why this Might be happening but like.#I felt like I could do better#so I chose a different motive for that weird spirit thing#the new version is now up#enjoy!#my ficlets#now thatâs what I call a dogshow
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Hello all! Thank you for joining me for my first ever RobStar week! And thank you even more so for giving my fic a chance!!!
I plan to participate every day this week, but if I am unable to for some reason I'll be sure to let you know!
Sorry for the rambling! I'll let you go ahead and jump right in!
[Heads up! A little of the dialogue in this story is courtesy of a prompt by @welcometothewoes!]
RobStar Week 2024, Day 1
Friends to LoversÂ
âWell, what do you guys think?âÂ
The others looked ahead to the sign where Robin was pointing, displaying a variety of mixed reactions.Â
Cyborg and Beast Boy had lit up at the reveal, no doubt eager to partake in a series of competitions that would supposedly prove who was superior between the two. Raven rolled her eyes, no doubt dreading the thought of being dragged into Cyborg and Beast Boyâs antics
Starfireâs reaction, strangely enough, was the most passive of the group. She looked up, reading the words displayed on the giant glowing sign.
âJump City Beach Boardwalk?â Star tilted her head, confused more than anything else. âPlease, what is the purpose of these âwalking boardsâ? I was under the impression wood was not sentient.âÂ
âBoardwalk, Star.â Robin gently corrected. âItâs an amusement park near a beach where people can go to have fun.âÂ
âA park for amusement, you say.â Starfire noted. âFascinating. Please, what is it you do in these kinds of parks?âÂ
âLots of things Star!â Beast Boy chimed in. âThereâs a bunch of themed junk food you can eat, games you can win cool prizes in, and a bunch of rides you can go on âtil you get sick!âÂ
âHow âbout a little game of friendly competition, Grass Stain?â Cyborg chimed in, a mischievous glint in his human eye. âWhoever wins the most prizes gets to plan next weekâs dinner menu?â
âYou're on, Gears for Brains!â Beast Boy exclaimed.
Cyborg ran through the gates first, eager for his 7-day barbecue dream to come true. Beast Boy followed suit, but not before grabbing Ravenâs hand.
âCâmon, Rae! You can keep score!âÂ
âJoy.â
Ravenâs sarcasm, whether unnoticed or ignored, did little to deter the green teen. Together, they passed through the boardwalkâs gates.Â
And with that, only two remained.Â
Robin gestured to the boardwalkâs entrance.
âShall we?âÂ
Though Starfire was still unsure of the appeal of such a place, she decided to trust Robinâs judgment.
Standing side by side, the duo made their way through the gates.Â
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âRemember guys, only 5 prizes per person. We donât want a repeat of last yearâŠâÂ
Though Robin phrased it as a general statement, they all knew who it was meant for. Cyborg and Beast Boy laughed nervously, no doubt trying to hide their guilty expressions. Raven rolled her eyes and Starfire let out a small giggle.Â
âOnly 5, got it!â Cyborg reaffirmed.Â
Now that he no longer felt guilty about last yearâs prize incident, the cybernetic teen led his shapeshifting and dark-clad friends away. He shot a teasing look at their leader.Â
âLetâs go leave Robby for his date~â He said this in a sing-songy tone.Â
Robin glared, but he knew there was no ill intent. Cyborg laughed, all while Beast Boy grabbed Ravenâs hand to excitedly show her how his favorite games and rides changed from last year.Â
Soon, all three were out of sight.Â
Robin let out a sigh of relief, happy to finally have some much needed alone time with his brand new girlfriend.Â
Turning to check on her, Robin could tell by Starfireâs beaming grin that she was in good spirits. In fact, sheâd been wearing this expression since they first left the tower.Â
âSomeoneâs happy.â He playfully teased.Â
"Oh! Sorry, it's just..." Starfire perked up, the shining, uncontrollable smile still not leaving her features. "It's been awhile since I've been this... giddy."
Robin returned the smile twice fold, though his eyebrows shot up in the air.
"Really? We come to the boardwalk every year."
"Yes, but..." Star shyly held Robin's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Never like this."
Ah, so thatâs what it was.
Robin could feel his cheeks warming up. Hoping it wasnât too noticeable, he gave their intertwined hands a gentle squeeze for reassurance.Â
In a more than chivalrous mood, Robin gestured to the entrance with a little extra flair.Â
âAfter you, mâlady.âÂ
Starfire giggled, returning the chivalry in kind.
âThank you, kind sir.âÂ
Together, oneâs hand fitting so naturally with the otherâs, the couple made their way through the amusement parkâs entrance.Â
~~~
âReady, you two?â Richard asked, a dramatic flair to his voice.Â
âYeah!â A little boy exclaimed loudly, hands thrown into the air with glee.
âYou sure?â Kori questioned, savoring the moment.
âSuper duper sure!â A little girl replied, unable to contain her excitement.Â
Richard and Kori gave each other a knowing glance. At the same time, they removed the hands covering the eyes of the children they held.Â
âSurprise!â They both yelled out. âHappy Birthday!âÂ
Jake and Mari, now an entire 7 years old, watched with wide eyes and slacked jaws at the birthday gift their parents presented them with.Â
âWow / Awesome!â Jake and Mari remarked at the same time.
Squirming out of their parentâs hold, the twins ran up to the gates of the place their parents had brought them to. Right there, in giant, bold letters, displayed the words:Â
JUMP CITY BEACH BOARDWALK
Eager to begin exploring the beach and amusement park, the children ran back to their parents. Jake took hold of their fatherâs hand whilst Mari took hold of their motherâs. Together, all four walked hand-in-hand inside through the boardwalkâs gates.
#RobStar Week 2024#RobStar#canon rewrite#my universe#my fic#teen titans 2003#robin#starfire#raven#beast boy#cyborg#mari grayson#jake grayson#RobStar Week
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Y/N was getting really bad at keeping his secret fuckings with Parker a secret. He's already been caught twice by two of his uncles and he wasn't waiting for more of them to find out. Especially his dad. Apparently, the universe or the fates or whatever you believe in hated him. Like God opening up the clouds and saying: 'I hate you, Y/N.'
Whatever or whoever was working against him had his uncle Thor stumble drunkenly upstairs to find him. While Y/N and Parker were fucking in his room upstairs, his dad, his uncles, his aunts, and some very important people were downstairs at a party. His father was the host, so, he had Y/N stay upstairs until it was over. Last time he let him join his party, Y/N ended up drunk and running naked through the streets of New York.
His dad had basically paid Parker to hangout with him tonight, but he actually hired him to babysit and keep an eye on him. Report to him if Y/N messed up, or tried to sneak out. The fucking prick. As soon as he walked in with that smug look on his face; Y/N attacked his lips with his own as they could be as loud and rough as they wanted because nobody was upstairs that could hear them. More importantly, disturb them. Or so he thought.
Thor had gotten drunk and was asking Tony about his young nephew. "Ah, Stark. Where is thy son? Mine nephew?" Thor slurred.
Tony looks away from an important investor. "Upstairs, buddy." He then turned back to the investor.
Thor stumbled across the room and rode the elevator to the upstairs bedrooms as he walked until he found Y/N's room. He broke down the door with a mighty pound of his fist as he grinned amongst the wooden debris in the air. "Rejoice, nephew! Thy uncle Thor wants you to come downstairs and have a drinkâwhat in Odin's beard is going on in here?!"
Parker stopped thrusting into Y/N's tight hole as they both froze at the sudden appearance of Y/N's uncle Thor. His eyes were wide and big as he locked eyes with Thor's blue ones. He swallowed. "Uncle Thor, I can explain. You see Puh-Puh-Parker and I wereâ"
"Huzzah! Thy father's intern is your epic bed conquest? I am most proud of you, dear Y/N. I shall tell your father of your epic love story." And with that, he ran out of the room.
Y/N quickly pushed Parker off him as he chased after his drunken uncle, butt naked. "No! Uncle Thor wait!" He called out as the elevator doors closed on his face. He had to think fast. He ran and took the stairs, trying not to fall as his dick flapped in the wind.
He made it just before Thor entered the party as he saw Y/N and his naked body and smiled. "Thou wishes to tell thy father in person? How noble. Come." He began to push him towards the doors of the party, but Y/N stopped him. "Uncle Thor, wait! You can't tell my dad about Parker and me."
Thor frowned. His eyes were unfocused. "Why not? Do you not wish to have thy father's blessing?"
"You can't tell him. He'll fire Parker and ground me forever. Please don't tell." Y/N begged. He hated Parker, but he would never forgive himself if he got him fired. He needed the money to help his aunt May with the rent.
He must have been using his puppy dog because Thor nods and smiles. "I swear on Mjölnir and Storm breaker that I shall not tell Stark. This is an Asgardian promise." That's when he passed out and fell to the floor. Y/N sighed and walked towards the elevators as his dad came into the room. "Son? Why are you naked and why is Thor passed out?"
Y/N tried not to blush as he looked at his dad. "I'm drunk and was watching porn?"
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[How exploring the Ineffable Husbands' dynamic in Good Omens can help us figure out what the show/book is all about, Part 1/?]
Also called: This human has, apparently, too much time on her hands and will be trying to Effable the Ineffable for [...] hours.
Ah, Hello! đ
I'm ineffably delighted to meet you all! đ
Let's cut to the chase and bear with me as we try together to analyze further the subject of the day:
Aziraphale is in love with Crowley and I am pretty sure he is aware of that fact BUTÂ
[yes, there is a "but", do not erase me from the Book of Life just yet, let me explain first, homie đ„ș]Â
I do not believe he can comprehend WHYÂ he is just yet, and what that would mean for him in terms of... well... EVERYTHING he ever stood for.
It will also be the perfect roots to answer the biggest question yet :
What is Good Omens all about, exactly?
[Yeah, it's a tough one. When I say "bear with me", I really insist on the fact that it will be LONG. I will try my best to make it fun to read and to allow some "natural breaks" but know that I would appreciate your unshared attention if you're willing to give it to me. đ]
Although, would you have the chance to ask him about it (probably looking at a cup of tea as we would all do in Earthy fashion), Aziraphale would have somewhat of an answer to give you, probably in the range of:
"Because, deep down, Crowley is the nicest being I've ever known."
Is it false? No, Crowley IS nice. Swaggeringly nice, occasionally unhinged, but still. Nice.
And that is somewhat the core of the... "problem" for our soon-to-be Supreme Archangel [Yep, the pain is still fresh, thanks for asking, you're welcome for reminding you đđ] because, as much as Crowley learned nuances due to past experiences (Falling being, most likely, the most traumatic one,) Aziraphale remains bound to think in absolutes. And everything relates to THIS perfect meme right there:
[Whoever you are, person/entity who has done that, you have forever my utmost gratitude and respect]
I'm far from bringing anything new to the table here, but to Aziraphale, Crowley should NOT have fallen in the first place. Because of how nice he is. Crowley IS an angel, to him. In fact, I'll go even further by stating that, to Aziraphale,
Crowley is more of an Angel than ANY Angel in the "Main Office."
Let's present our other contestants, shall we?
When he ruled, Gabriel was an absolute a** and had an ego the size of, idk, at least A DOZEN GALAXIES. He made Aziraphale feel like... well... poop most of the time they interacted.
That is why, in S2 when Gabriel/Jim tells him "I love you", Aziraphale, even being and considering himself a "creature of love", happens to be utterly unable to either reciprocate or take the compliment. At this moment, later enhanced when he reminds himself of the Job case, he realizes he is able to feel, if not hatred, NOT love NOR admiration for somebody he should somewhat consider a role model.
That is very important for Aziraphale's present and future character development, especially considering Gabriel/Jim's own fate, so please keep that in mind.
Michael? Oh God, Same if not worse: too condescending and ambitious in the wrong way to inspire anything nice to anybody.
Sandalphon just does what they are told but can totally throw a punch if necessary.
Uriel is mostly cold, occasionally cruel, and can also be physically threatening.
[I love the actress, though. Gloria Obianyo deserves a Ph.D. in Resting Bitch Facing for her performance in Good Omens alone and I'm here for it.]
S2 Saraqael seems to be more layered but has also been hurtful to Aziraphale (especially when she ironized that he couldn't possibly be the 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle caster).
Overall, S1 Aziraphale refers to the "Main Office" Angels as "BAD ANGELS!" after their hostile encounter. We could see from his face he would have wanted to use harsher words but couldn't get past his forgiving, decent nature.
Before we talk any furfur-ther [Am I proud of this so-called pun? A-BSOLUTELEH đđ€], let's add a really important stone/layer to our favorite Angel's thinking: to him, it is simple maths:
GOOD = RIGHT, BAD = WRONG
And let's save it for later, shall we?
[Killgrave dear is just here to remind you you can take a break anytime to drink a glass of Talisker if you'd like, or, more so, if HE'd like. Also because that character is THE best David Tennant role on television - 10th Doctor being the worthy third, I let you guess which character is our second now - and I might have wanted to use this gif just to be able to say that, who knows? *whispers* Mysssteryyyy...]
Anyway.
To a being like Aziraphale, who mostly thinks in dichotomy, being an Angel requires one main requirement: being GOOD.
[Buy a farrrrrm and be good! Not just "pretendy" good but. properly. GOOD! - NO, I couldn't find the gif and YES, I'm mad about it, but since I'm also unable to make one myself, I'll just shut it.]
That is why he refers to the Main Office Archangels as simply being BAD.
At that moment, they had been mean to him, threatening, and, by doing so, they became somewhat active in Hell's Armageddon project. Making them "bad" angels, but, more so:
Bad at BEING Angels.
Aziraphale, on the other hand, is, at heart, the penultimate goody-two-shoes: he does feel bad about himself whenever he does something bad/wrong such as lying (it has started to change, and I'll nuance that statement another time, but you get the grip).
He is constantly scared he might fall whenever he somewhat defies God's will or the idea he built in his head of what an Angel should be(have).
But have you paid attention to how his "Angelmates" NEVER seem to CARE about their own displays of, let's say "unconventional characteristics" for what should be the highest "Representatives of the sole concept of Good"?
Have you ever seen Gabriel or Michael being self-conscious about their narcissism and condescending tendencies? Uriel about their coldness? Saraqael about their sarcastic nature? Any of them about their use of violence? Of course not! They seem to be perfectly fine with it!
They own their characteristics, good AND bad.
Aziraphale does not.
Aziraphale is... soft. Even if he, at times, expresses regrets to be just that, he also applies it to his Angelic nature.
You know who else is soft?
Crowley.
Crowley is soft because he cannot kill children and takes it upon himself to LITERALLY DEFY BOTH GOD AND SATAN'S WILL TO SAVE SAID CHILDREN, including two annoying ones [especially the one who DARED to hit on Aziraphale but that is a topic for another day]
[MASSIVE Bildad the Shuhite fangirl here, consider yourselves warned.]
Crowley is soft because he cannot even kill GOATS.
Defying both God's and Satan's will to save kids? Yeah, eventually, okay.
Defying God's and Satan's will to save goats? Man, that's so effingly. more. powerful.
[Oh, look! A bird flying, normal thingy, nothing to see here, buh-bye!]
Crowley is soft because he proposes/"tempts" Aziraphale to "eat a spot of lunch", especially whenever his Angel experiences stress.
We have barely seen him eat, which might indicate he does not have such a strong taste for it personally. He only goes to the Ritz to enjoy Aziraphale's company and to watch him happily eat scrumptious, comforting foods.
[Okay, also because it morphed into a proper kink at some point but that is NOT today's subject, so stop trying to make me deviate from it! đŁ]
Oh, and, before you bring that up, no, the alcohol motive is not relevant since he can, in all probability have a glass of Talisker in ANY sort of pub/restaurant in London.
[As a proper peated whisky lover who happens to be French, let me tell you this is NOT the case in my country and I'm super duper jealous of you, lads.]
Crowley is soft because he takes care of both Gabriel and Aziraphale's bookshop, even if it is clear he loathes the first and expressingly said he would not be a bookseller "even at gunpoint."
And, by "taking care of", know that I MEAN IT: he kept an eye on Jim, didn't wake him up when he heard him snore, answered any question he had, no matter how seemingly stupid they were [Even if Crowley, of all beings, cannot be anything but a raging "There is no stupid question, only stupid answers" representative] and offered him hot cocoa. As for the Booksho-P[uhhhhh *exhales in asthma*], he attempted to repair Jim's messy ordering twice and meticulously rearranged the place after âšthe Ballâš
[What do you mean, "he also Killgraved him into jumping out of the window?" HE ALSO STOPPED HIM FROM DOING SO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. #NotBiasedInTheSlghtestIndividual]
Crowley is soft because he shares his Bentley with Aziraphale. Which is a VERY. BIG. DEAL. considering it was, at the time, HIS LAST ONE AND ONLY PRIZED POSSESSION.
[Should I mention that the Bentley FALLS IN LOVE with Aziraphale or is debating on whether or not that falls into the Oedipian complex territory off-topic? Yes, I'll see myself out.]
Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale on countless occasions, even though, 99% of the time, that is pretty much unnecessary.
For real, guys: if Aziraphale had been discorporated in the course of his 6000+ years on Earth at any other given moment BUT on the eve of THE WAR with a capital "W", nobody in Heaven would have flinched.
[I do have a theory, though: maybe being re-incorporated takes quite a long time, which would have meant too many years apart from each other, hence the growing Damsel in Distress kink in Aziraphale, idk THAT IS NOT TODAY's SUBJECT, OKAY?!]
Also, Crowley is soft because "doing that makes him so happy".
Do you know who is supposedly "so happy" to save living things, aka GOD'S CREATIONS? Angels.
Crowley is soft because he rescues Aziraphale even when it is ACTUALLY ENDANGERING for both of them
He risked: his life, his pretty comfortable position "he carved out for himself", both his Earthy and Infernal homes sort of speak, AND EVEN HIS CAR to save his Angel's bottom/help him out in the direst situations (like stopping time to stop SATAN HIMSELF.)
[Also his past/present/future existence altogether, but the Bentley is more important, as I'm sure we'll all agree.]
[That is a Class A Protective/Helpful Husband, right there.]
Crowley is soft because he encourages Aziraphale to follow his passion for âšprestidigitationâš
Even though he is pretty... amateurish at it. Not only does he encourage him, but he also HELPS him when he accepts to be his dashing assistant on stage.
[Yes, he does tell S1 Aziraphale to stop doing magic because he "has no idea how demeaning that is" but I'm pretty sure it was BECAUSE of S2 1941's events. Also, #WeStan1941Crowley here.]
Crowley is soft because he works pretty hard to make two humans he barely knows fall in love.
Yes, he also does it to cover his and Aziraphale's 25-Lazarii-magnitude-miracle lie BUT don't tell me his amazed expression when he thought he was about to witness Nina and Maggie actually falling for each other was not the purest, sincerest of all.
Finally, even if I could come up with more examples,
Crowley is soft because he saved Aziraphale's books JUST because he KNEW and CARED that Aziraphale CARED about said books.
That also, in Michael Sheen's very own opinion [as stated by Neil Gaiman in S1 GO DVD commentary], shared by many fans, and myself very much included, marks the moment
Aziraphale falls in love with Crowley.
[I DARE you to tell me THIS is NOT THE LOOK OF LOVE PERSONIFIED, go on, fight meh.]
So. WHY did it happen at that moment in particular? Well, because, first of all:
As a proper Jane Austen fan, Aziraphale is a slow burner.
Also, to him, an actual Angel, love is everywhere, so differentiating one love from another might be more difficult for somebody who can feel it whether or not it is even their own.
BUT [have you started getting used to my "but"s yet or should I harass you some more?] Let's go back in time to see how every previous encounter (that we know of) led to that pinnacle, shall we?
[Oh and, YES, this sort of essay will be long, and NO, I had no idea how much it would be when I started writing it, and still haven't, tbh đ€·ââïž]
During part 2, we will also dive a little bit deeper into what Good Omens is all about.
[Yeah... I figured we would all need a break at this point.]
More on that later, then!
Hope I kept your interest at a reasonable peak. See you soon, Angels â€
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Hiya! I am soooo happy you opened your request box cause I've been loving all your fics so far <3 Can I request a hogwarts legacy mc reader fic talking to a portrait of professor fig after the events of the game? I always think they game never acknowledged how upset mc would really be losing fig, like their expression in the funeral was so blank it was painful!!
A/N: Oh my gosh, anon! Thank you so much for being the first person to send me a request! I 100% agree with you, like I was sobbing during that scene and MC just scrunches their nose?! I honestly think this is my best fic, so please if you like it do tell me! <3
I Miss You
MC!Reader x Professor Fig (platonic!)
It had only been two months since you became the hero of Hogwarts. Only two months since the only father figure youâd ever had died. The professors had quickly commissioned his portrait, and for over a week now he had hung proudly inside the office of his Magical Theory classroom. You had yet to visit the portrait of Professor Fig. The upcoming OWLs, only days away, were your main excuse. That you simply didnât have time. In truth, you were scared to confront your loss head on⊠no one could make you admit how much Eleazar Figâs passing had affected you.
As you left an early morning study session, you mused about how difficult it would be for Professor Figâs successor. They would surely know that they had big shoes to fill. You imperceptibly shook your head to yourself, whoever they were⊠you almost felt sorry for them.
Heading down the corridor towards the Great Hall for a well-deserved breakfast, you walked past the classroom youâd come to know so well. Suddenly, you felt rooted to the spot. It was like you were hit with your grief all at once. You realised what you were truly afraid of⊠the future, one you had to face without your mentor.
You needed to see the office. You needed Professor Fig. Gliding towards the classroom, eyes searching the corridor for anyone watching you, you slipped through the classroom door. Passing through the empty classroom, you cautiously opened the office door that you once used to bolt through. The confidence was gone, maybe forever.
It was difficult to miss the large painting hanging behind the professorâs desk, and your eyes instantly locked with his familiar brown ones. He gave a smile of relief, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. âAh, Y/N. I wondered when Iâd be seeing you. What brings you here?â You felt yourself welling up, and you balled your hands into fists to try and maintain some composure. His voice was like a drop of rain in the midst of the hottest desert.
âI just⊠I just need some advice.â The words tumbled out of you before you could think about it as you slowly stepped closer and closer to the painting. âThe Hero of Hogwarts needing my humble advice? Sounds serious.â He spoke with a bemused tone. You jumped up to sit on top of his desk, hunching over to make yourself as small as possible, hands clasped tightly. Anything to stop yourself from breaking down. âYou are⊠were a hero too.â You muttered under your breath.
âWhat troubles you, my young friend?â He looked at you with furrowed brows and a concerned gaze. He had never seen you so downtrodden before.
âWell, I donât know⊠I guess just - everyone else has had five years to prepare for the exams. And I, well, Iâve only had one.â You rolled your eyes at yourself, almost feeling silly for complaining about it. âAnd youâve done exceptionally well, youâve surpassed any expectations that anyone had of you. Including me, and my expectations of you were already very high.â
âWhat if Iâve not done enough?â You questioned, deliberately looking anywhere except at Figâs painting. âWhat if I donât get the grades I need?â The painting shook his head with a lopsided smile. After all youâd accomplished, you still couldnât see your true worth. âI know you shall. Iâve seen you work, Iâve seen your abilities. There is no doubt in my mind youâll get at least Exceeds Expectations in every class.â You shook your head slowly, wanting to believe it but feeling like something was blocking you. A few moments of silence passed, the professor patiently waiting for you to continue, knowing instinctively that something more was bothering you.
âWhat will my future be? What do I want to be?â You looked up, staring directly into his painted eyes, desperately trying to remember his real ones. How warm they had been, how you could see decades of wisdom and experience behind them. âIâve known so little about this world, and now I have to decide my whole future in it.â Your voice cracked as you struggled to keep your emotions bottled in. Professor Fig nodded his head sagely, and you knew he understood what you needed in that moment.
âYouâd like my help to decide?â It was more of a statement than a question. âHelp me prioritise which subjects to focus on.â A hand ran through your hair, then over your face. âIâll need the best grades in subjects I carry to NEWTs⊠and those exams determine my career, right?â The painting hesitated, clasping his hands in front of him before humming in agreement.
Silence again. This time it was charged, heavy with words unsaid. You wanted to break the silence but didnât know what to say. Technically, the Professor Fig in front of you wasnât really him and as you chewed on your lip staring at floor below the painting, you were painfully aware of it.
âI think you should consider taking Magical Theory as a NEWT.â Your head whipped up to meet Figâs gaze, eyebrows raised. âNo⊠No, I couldnât.â He frowned, his head tilting slightly. âWhy not? We spent the whole year researching your own magic, I think you could teach the class yourself now.â He chuckled to himself, but the eyes that once sparkled when he laughed remained the same dull brown. Another reminder that things would never be the same. âBecause⊠it wouldnât be you teaching me. I donât think I could stand it. Someone else standing where you should be.â
You stared at each other for a few moments before you broke the eye contact, lowering your eyes into your lap, your hands almost bleeding from how deep you were digging your nails into your skin.
âY/N, I may never have taught you officially in my class, but youâll always be my proudest achievement. I hope you know that.â He always knew exactly what to say, even when you didnât know what you needed to hear. The tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them, and soon the floodgates opened and all the bottled emotions came seeping out at once.
âI miss you so much. I donât know how Iâll do this without you.â Loud sobs echoed across the office, and a hand lay on your chest as you tried to fight the intensity of what you were feeling. âYou taught me everything, I wouldnât even be here without you. And now I have to continue on without my⊠father.â
The painting of the Professor looked shocked for a moment before he melted into a warm smile. If he could have hugged you, he would have. âIâll always be here, Y/N. I know it isnât quite the same. But the advantage of being a painting is that youâll always know where to find me. I wonât be off on a week-long research project⊠or sent off on one of the headmasterâs silly errands.â
A quiet giggle escaped you, soon developing into a real laugh. It was brief, but it was time youâd laughed since he died. Professor Fig smiled down at you, pleased to see a glimpse of your old self again. You wiped away your tears, summoning a parchment and quill. âOkay. Letâs get down to business, shall we?â You announced with a true smile, one that the painting returned with a fond nod. It wasn't quite the same, but the painting would help you through your grief. You'd always have a piece of your mentor in your heart.
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You quite often say "facts don't care about your feelings," I've noticed. You're right in that case.
Where you're wrong is thinking the facts support your argument. Trans women are women, trans is just another adjective like tall, short, muscular, silly. One that's much more stigmatised and argued about, but an adjective nonetheless. Just like cis woman. Cis is an adjective.
Hundreds of thousands of years of a wide cultures having trans people in them, and some even actively worshipping trans people, proves you wrong.
Also, you mention in your bio that you're Catholic, so allow me to point you to a few parts from the Bible as further evidence for why, even if you are right and trans people are mentally ill, you shouldn't care and should still support them anyway.
Leviticus 9:18 states "You shall not take vengeance nor bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, for you should love your neighbour as yourself; I am the Lord." Since everyone, according to the Bible, is a child of God, then everyone is therefore the "sons of your own people," and that means you should not take vengeance nor bear a grudge, but love them as yourself. Based on your comments online, you've elected to ignore that verse. And in James 2:10 it is said "For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become guilty of all of it." In other words, cherrypicking the Bible gets you sent to Hell just the same as breaking any of the other rules.
Additionally, I can't find the precise verse, but it says in the Bible that you can suspend a rule if it causes harm to another. For example, if your work is necessary for the continuation of another's life, you may work on the Sabbath.
Honestly, if I were you, I'd be ashamed a "filthy pagan" knows more about my Holy Book than me.
In conclusion, you're wrong, both biology, sociology, anthropology, and the Bible prove it, and facts don't care about your feelings. Also:
Trans Women are Women, Trans Men Are Men, All LGBTQ+ People are Valid, Black Lives Matter, and All Religions are Valid.
No, Trans"women" are not women. They are men thinking they are women. Womanhood is not a feeling.
Loving others means wanting their best, not supporting them in sin. God is love, as such it means pursuing God.
Stop picking verses in isolation, cause the whole Bible makes a point of pointing out and avoiding sin.
People also worship(ed) demons, so I'm not surprised they worship(ed) Transgenderism. Not the argument you think it is.
"Additionally, I can't find the precise verse, but it says in the Bible that you can suspend a rule if it causes harm to another. For example, if your work is necessary for the continuation of another's life, you may work on the Sabbath." - That's not how it works. Ends do not justify the means, but the Sabbath was created for humanity and not the human for the Sabbath.
You can be ashamed of your ignorance and better yourself, but please don't tell me I should be ashamed of my sanity. I know Scripture well, which is why I try to live by it and am faring wonderfully. (All glory be to God who bestows me with the grace of living in his light.)
Transgenders have my compassion for their suffering, but I won't support lies. Womanhood is neither a feeling nor a costume, and neither is manhood.
Not all religions are valid, although they all contain some degree of wisdom. Truth cannot contradict itself.
"Give me liberty or give me death" - you don't even want to give people the liberty to speak their mind and use language to their liking.
You have the freedom to destroy yourself, if you so wish, but do not expect from me to support it. Dress up how you want, declare you are something you are not, but do not expect me to partake in your delusion.
Have a lovely day and try not to be terminally online. Life can be wonderful when actually lived. You're still very young and impressionable, so try not to destroy yourself by following those who have miserable lives and attempt to take you into their abyss.
We all fail, we all sin, but we need to recognize the truth or we are lost and our lives will be miserable.
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HELLO FRIEND, WARPRIZE DREAM GRIPPED ME BY THE THROAT AND I STARTED THIS FOR YOU: -------
Hob knows the influence of aphrodisiacs immediately.
When he enters his bedroom heâs immediately hit by the cloying smell of sex and sweat, and the sight that greets him is so arresting it stops him in his tracks.
Dream, his prized Dream, is naked and writing in Hobâs bed, cock gripped tight in one hand, while the other clutches desperately for purchase on the silk sheets. The manâs body is damp with sweat andâŠis thatâŠ
Sure enough, Hob spots a small uncapped bottle of oil sitting on the table next to the bed. Hob can see the bottle is at least half empty, and the evidence of its use is smeared in small wet spots all over the sheets near Dreamâs thighs.Â
Hob growls, and the noise alerts Dream to his presence. He gasps, immediately letting go of his cock, and makes a poor attempt to cover himself up with his arms.
âOh donât stop on my account,â Hob leers, moving towards the bed in the widest strides he can manage. When he climbs onto the mattress, Hob realizes the sheets are practically soaked with Dreamâs bodily fluids, and he wonders how long the other man has been at this. Dream is still staring at him like a wild hare caught in a trap, eyes wide and breath uneven.
âOh you poor pretty thing,â Hob says, carding his fingers through Dreamâs sweat soaked hair. Dream's eyes flutter shut and he moans at the touch, before seemingly returning to his senses and trying to jerk away. Hob doesn't let him. He grabs a fistful of hair and forces the other man to look at him.
âIâm not mad at you," Hob says, gently. He loosens his hold on Dream's scalp ever so slightly. "Iâm sorry for scaring you. Itâs just someoneâs gone and given you something they shouldn't have, and I donât like that. Tell me who it is, my sweet?âÂ
Dream, beautiful thing that he is, shakes his head.
âNo?â Hob asks, surprised at the other man's altruism. âYou don't need to protect them, you know. They've left you at my mercy, with no relief in sight.â
Hob releases his grip on Dream's hair and drops his hand to the man's cheek instead. He brushes away a stray tear track, and Dream leans into the touch.
âAnd while I'd like to say I'm a pious and good king,â Hob continues, dropping his voice to a lower register, letting his arousal at Dream's predicament show. âI'm really not.â
Hob's hand moves lower and Dream groans when fingers brush and pinch at his pebbled nipples.
âIn fact,â Hob says, continuing his movements downward towards Dream's beautiful leaking cock.
âI rather like you like this. Helpless.â He brushes a thumb along the tip, still slick with oil, and Dream whines. âNeedy.â He squeezes the organ with just enough pressure to make Dream buck into it. âShall I make you beg for relief, my sweet Dream?â
âPlease!â Dream cries out, and Hob's eyes widen in shock. It's the first word Dream's spoken to him since he's arrived.
âFuck,â Hob grunts, before he starts pumping at Dreamâs cock in earnest. âYou're really bad off, aren't you?â
Dream wails as Hob continues to stroke him. He thrusts shamelessly in Hob's hand for a few moments before his body stills and come spills across his belly.
âChrist,â Hob mutters, taking in the view of Dreamâs newly debauched body. âThat's a really effective drug you've been given. You still won't tell me who gave it to you?â At this point, Hobâs ready to promote whoever it is to a fucking knighthood instead of punishing them.Â
Dream shakes his head again. âNot important,â he replies, clearly still aroused despite coming just moments earlier. âJust don'tâŠdon't leave me alone. Please.â
(to be continued? whenever I get a chance ahaha)
SEIYA.
YOU HAVE SLAIN ME.
ALL THIS? FOR ME? AHHHHHHH.
The fact that the first thing Dream says to Hob is "please"... I am just......
This is so hot, so good, Hob is so fucking sexy, I am dying, in conclusion: holy shit you made my day. I can't wait for more if and when you have time!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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