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itsohh · 2 years ago

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Residency

A/N: Female reader, hhhh got mad writiers block doing the transition in this one. Took me aagggeess to write sorry bout that lmao. I did this as a medical intern which is uh well quite different to a regular intern just cause I felt it would fit nicer.

Word count: 3675

Warnings: NSFT, smut, age gap, power imbalance

AO3

When you had originally started your path in medical care, you hadn't expected your residency to be one in a multinational secret military operation but that's you found yourself. After a day of housekeeping, introductions and tours you found yourself finally where you would be spending most of the time. The labs. Meghan who had helped you settle in, waved off as you walked in.

Normally in residency, you would be looking after patients but this unique opportunity lead to something a little different. A bright bubbly face greeted you. A woman, she had dark hair with equally dark eyes. The smile on her face was warm and inviting, obvious that she had been expecting you.

"Ah welcome, you must be the new intern. I'm Doctor Eva Grai, Gustaves busy at the moment but should join us soon. I'll introduce you around-" Her voice was cut off as a man slipped in next to you.

"A new intern huh? I didn't know you guys did that. I'm Håvard." He put his arm around your shoulders much to Eva's displeasure. She let out a sigh as her bubbly mood was crushed.

"This is Håvard. He's a paramedic from Nighthaven. Which means we, unfortunately, got stuck with him. Just ignore him if you can." She flicked his arm from your shoulder and glared at him.

"Aww come on Eva, you love me. You gotta let me get a photo with the cute new intern." Despite her negative attitude to the man he seemed unbothered as he brought his phone out and started to pose next to you.

Eva's eyes widened and curled her hand over the top of the phone. "No photography in the labs. How many times do I have to tell you this? I swear to god-"

"Doctor Grai!" Someone burst through the door nearby and all of your heads turned to face. "There's been a situation." She immediately snapped to action.

"With me." She gestured to you but the person at the door hesitated.

"Actually Eva it's uh a little… can we only have you please." Their voice dropped in embarrassment and Eva paused. "It's not that bad we just uh. You will see when you get there." Eva weighed her head for a moment before she nodded.

"Alright, I'll go deal with this. Gustave should be here in a moment. In the meanwhile, Håvard go back to work." She rushed off leaving you to the mercy of the influencer.

A grin formed on his face. "What are you working on Håvard?" You asked and his persona fully took over.

"All nothing to worry your little intern head about. I was actually about to get some coffee but do you mind getting me some? We can take a picture afterwards. That's what interns do right?" He flashed you a 6 million dollar smile and leaned back on one of the tables. The door opened behind you but it was the least of your worries as your blood boiled.

"No."

"No? Aww, come on what else-"

"I'm not going to take a selfie with you. I'm not going to get you a coffee. You can get your own coffee. I am a medical resident. I'm here to learn and gain practice. Even if I was your normal intern I wouldn't get you coffee as getting you coffee teaches me nothing. I am not your assistant and I will not be treated as such." Before Håvard could reply, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Your insides died as you felt your body temperature drop, your face heating up as embarrassment consumed you. Hoping to sink into the floor you turned towards the doctor. However, he looked directly past you.

"Håvard perhaps it's best if you took a break." There was a calm but deadly glare on his face which prevented Håvard from talking back. With a pause, Håvard nodded before he sulked out of the room.

The man's shoulders relaxed and his death glare turned into a kind smile when he turned to you. "Apologies for Håvard. He's good at what he does but a bit of a pain. I'm Doctor Gustave Kateb welcome to Rainbow." He held out his hand and you introduced yourself and took his hand. He of course already knew who you were but wouldn't stop you from the pleasantries. "That man never knows how to read a room I swear." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "But you seem to know how to look after yourself."

"Ah yeah sorry I uh don't normally lose my cool." You rubbed your face in slight embarrassment and he chuckled lightly under his breath.

"Ah don't worry about it. He certainly knows how to push buttons. You aren't the first person to tell him off and won't be the last. I'm just glad he didn't get hit this time. Means more time patching him up." Your brows shot up and Gustave leaned on one hand.

"Does that happen often?"

"I've seen him get slapped on the odd occasion. He hasn't crossed any true lines yet." Gustave paused while he gave you a slight look of guilt for his co-worker's behaviour. "I apologise for your first day being like this." He let out a sigh. "This isn't how I had hoped for us to meet."

"Oh Dr Kateb it's fine really, I wouldn't have gotten through medical school if I broke over every small thing."

"Speaking of medical school, why did decide to become a doctor?" He pulled out a stool that was tucked under the lab tables and you mirrored him with the stool behind you.

"I think I've always wanted to help people as cheesy and cliche as it is." You let out a small laugh under your breath.

"Why join us in Rainbow? It's not a very typical residency."

"The position was open yeah?" He chuckled at your answer and rolled his eyes a little, all in good fun. "Well, despite academic reasons alone. I've always wanted to do everything I can to help which means if I can help prevent people from needing to go to the ER in the first place…" Your eyes trailed off. "I'm no combatant. I'm here to support though. I suppose in the bottom line, Dr Ketab, I want to find where I fit best."

"An admirable goal."

"One I hope to meet."

"Do you have plans if you decide this isn't where you fit best?"

"Hmm, probably continue my residency back in a normal house I suppose." You shrugged. "I'm not without options."

"Good, it's always important to have options open. Especially at your age."

Just as you were about to open your mouth the door opened and both your heads snapped towards the direction of the sound. Eva had a haunted but tired look on her face as she entered the room. It lit up slightly as she took in the scene before her.

"Oh good the pair of you met! Saves me having to introduce the pair of you. Anyway now that's taken care of, we can show you around and start getting you involved."

"Sounds good." You nodded before your eyes turned slightly to meet Gustaves. He held a kind smile on his face, directed towards you.

"You can call me by my first name if you wish." Gustave spoke up as the pair of you worked on paperwork in his office.

"Huh?" You looked up momentarily. You had been working with him for almost a month now. The pair of you quickly created a rhythm that truly showed off your synergy.

"You call most people on base by their first name. But not I."

"Well, your my mentor, besides, everyone else told me to call them by their first name." You hummed as you continued to work. Silence filled the air for a moment before you spoke up again. "But if want me to. I can do that, Gustave." His name rolled off your tongue as you tested it out. Your eyes flew up to gauge his reaction to your voice. His eyes were cast down but they weren't actively doing anything. They were completely still starting at the same spot on the paper while his hand clenched his pen a little harder. You watched as his throat bobbed while the lightest hue of red dusted across his cheeks.

It was a reaction neither of you had expected. But one that delighted you. "Of course, if you changed your mind, I can continue to call you by your title, Doctor." There was something about the way you spoke that make it a tease, dancing on the thin line boundary line of your workplace relationship. Quick to enjoy each other's company and quick to create a friendship since that very day you met.

"Gustave is fine." He finally managed.

"If there's anything else you wish to be addressed as I would be happy to oblige."

"That's very considerate of you." He finally managed to get a hold of himself.

"It's the least I could do. I mean my respect for you is immeasurable." At your words Gustave closed his eyes, a huff leaving his mouth under his breath. The word 'respect' danced on his mind while he mentally chased himself for the thoughts that had started to drift. Half his age and while you were, in fact, a doctor, you were still his mentee.

Those thoughts were cut off as your hand made contact with his wrist. "You're looking a bit tired there, would you like me to go get you a cup of coffee?"

"No, no. That's not your job, I can get some." He didn't move away from your contact. Gustave's chest melted as he heard your light laugh in response.

"Of course, it's not my job, I'm asking because I want to help you out, Gustave. In any way that I can." He opened his mouth as he tried to decipher your words. If they had a second meaning to them. "Because I care about you." You squeezed his wrist and offered him a smile, his face now finally turned to face you.

There in the latest hours of the afternoon, the pair of you stared at each other. So incredibly close, with only a desk in between you. "You're a remarkable man Gustave, say the word and I'll do it."

"I don't deserve such reverence. Nor such a power over you." As quiet as a whisper with dry lips he replied.

"Don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I always have the final say on my own actions." You had leaned forward. In a standoff, the pair of you continued to keep eye contact. Heart hammering in your chest, you leaned forward and rest your head on your hands. Elbows supporting them on the desk if it hadn't been in such close proximity to his face you would have been completely innocent.

"The question is. How can I help you?" Your brow cocked up at the end of your sentence while he froze in place, his eyes flickering over yours, examining every micro-expression you had to offer.

"We shouldn't." He mumbled out, wrestling with himself and what he knew was right.

"If I'm correct, Eva's the one that oversees all formalities."

"I'm your mentor."

"That you are."

"Your half my age."

"Right again." His brows narrowed at your voice while his hand clenched slightly. Gustave liked you, a lot. Far too much for his own good. From that very first moment, he knew he enjoyed that fire inside of you. A fire that was now directed at him. Gustave could see it deep in your eyes. The implications were loud and clear yet he noticed the way you hadn't made the first move. You were waiting for him to do that. Gustave had been in this situation before, it wasn't the first time that a co-worker hit on him, and it wasn't the first time it was someone below him either. Yet it was the first time he actually returned the feelings.

Patiently you waited, your eyes on his face. Stealing every emotion that crossed it. "So, Gustave. How can I help you?" You punctured the sentence out with a purr and leaned ever so slightly closer towards him.

Gustave swallowed and the last thread of restraint snapped. He suddenly surged towards you, his lips smashing on yours in a messy open mouth kiss. As he grabbed your face, your hands slips from under your chip and came to wrap around him. Tangling over his shoulder, your knuckles brushed against his back. The floodgates had opened with your kiss and neither of you held anything back.

As your lips assaulted each other, light hums and wet noises of satisfaction filled the air. The pair of you rose up from your seated position and you were the one to crawl into his desk, your lips never leaving his.

Gustaves absent kindly pushed away any paperwork in your path and when you knelt he suddenly hooked his fingers onto the under of your knees. Originally you had expected him to be soft, and gentle. So often was he such a kind and caring man. Yet there was always something deep below, a tiredness that never went away with sleep. A constant restraint. One that he finally let out. Gustave sat back down in his chair and pulled you off the desk safely into his lap so that your kneeled form mounted his with ease. Almost immediately after you got comfortable, you started to slowly grind down against him.

Gustave hissed against your lips as your clothed cunt dragged against equally as clothed cock. The combined thin material of both your clothing did little to create a barrier as you could quite easily feel the firm outline that strained against his pants.

As your lips finally parted from his, your forehead rested against him. Lips wet with a small line of saliva connected the pair of you. His lips were slightly swollen while he painted ll\out. The grip of his hands on your thighs was hard and firm, leaving intents where he controlled you.

Gustaves dragged your hips against his. "Doctor." You moan as he bruised your thighs, the friction stimulating you as much as him. A wicked smile on his face curved up.

"Doctor." He replied. Much to his displeasure, you lift your hips off his. A giggle bubbled out and you kissed his lips in assurance.

"I can't get your cock out while I'm on it now can I?" He groaned at your sultry voice and his grip loosened. You slipped off his lap for a moment and his hands immediately went to his belt. Consumed in lust his eyes roamed over your body as you undid your own pants and stepped out of them. As his cock quite literally sprung free from his restraints he let out a sigh mixed with a groan. Normally tired eyes were lit up with life and he had expected you to just take off your pants but as you slowly walked towards him, your fingers undid your button shirt.

Your bra gave him a pornographic display of your breasts, held up on display by your bra. While Gustave wasn't a boob guy, he certainly didn't dislike the view. His eyes ate up the sight, his dick throbbing with need. You were like an angel, impossible to be real. Gustave so desperately didn't want to mess up whatever relationship the pair of you had.

With his cock free you found your way back onto his lap, his time your skin made contact with his hot skin. A touch you couldn't never get sick of.

A chill crept over your shoulder and you noticed Gustave had frozen. "Gustave?" Fear ran through your body while he stared up at you.

"Promise me you won't regret this." A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled at him. Slowly you dragged your cunt over his cock, the length of it blessed between your folds.

"I promise." That last single strain of doubt left him at your assurance and he slipped back into his earlier lust-consumed state with ease. The tension left his shoulders only to be replaced by your hands. Gustave nipped his way up your neck, his hands on the back of your ass. His nails dug into your flesh before he pulled you slightly up only to direct his tip at your entrance.

Gustave let you pick the place to sit down on his cock. Finally, fill with him, you buried your face into his neck while he leaned back against his office chair. Your vice grip choked his dick as you rolled your hips against his.

"Please." You whimpered just under his ear. It was all the encouragement he needed. A gasp left your lips in surprise as he picked you up and lay your back on the desk. His hands found their anchor on your legs and he started to piston into you. Like a starved man tasting water for the first time, he fucked you. Hard slams of his hips against you echoed in the room while Gustave's eyes bore into yours.

The first he had seen in your eyes reflected on his face. "That's it mon cher. You take me so well." The thickness of his cock stretched you and every time his hips hit yours you couldn't help but gape out. Gustave leaned over you. Still stealing your eye contact, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "Next time I'm having you on my tongue."

"There's- oh fuck right there- going to be a next time?" His lips curled into a smile and he let out a small laugh.

"You’ve spent the last week rather blatantly flirting with me only for a one-time thing?” He hummed out, his voice turning into a groan while he fucked into you.

“Ah, my flirting wasn’t that blatant.” Your voice was chopped up from the impact of his hips meeting yours, body flowing with his. “It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t take the hint.” you managed to get out under your breath.

“I was trying to be professional.” Your head titled with a laugh on your lips, your eyes pointing towards the way he disappeared inside of you.

“Trying was the keyword.” He made a light slap on the bottom of your thigh which sent a small jolt of pain to mix with the pleasure of his cock. A small punishment for your cheekiness. A small reflection of expression on both your faces as you lost yourselves in each other. Gustave buried himself inside of you and his eyes shut. His neck boobed while he swallowed, his lips parting while he stopped himself from getting too close.

“You alright there, Doctor?” Your voice didn’t have the depth behind it as you had intended, it ended up being a breathy moan rather than the teasing statement you wished it to be. Gustave didn’t reply, only repeating the earlier action of giving your thigh a light slap. He pushed into you as deep as he possibly could, his eyes pointed and dilated. Still, inside of you, his fingers found their way to your cunt, the tip of his index finger brushing feather-light over your clit.

Slowly he dragged his finger down until you made a small jolt, he found his mark. Your eyes widened as he started to circle your clit with three fingers, the action causing you to flinch against him. His eyes hooded and devilish, he didn't mind at all. Gustave's grip tighten and his fingers moved away only for a second so he could hook his arm around your leg to keep it still.

“Oh fuck, Gustave.” your moans echoed in the room, trapped by the soundproof walls. Then he started to move. Careful to allow himself to keep up with the masturbation of your clit, he dragged his thick cock in and out. Your cunt was tense around him, desperate to milk it dry. He kept up his fingers. Mouth wide in an ‘o’ shape you came, a sense of relaxing calm consumed your body as you clenched around him. Gustave groaned at the feeling as your eyes closed, drunk on your orgasm and the feeling of him.

The doctor stopped rubbing your clit but continued to thrust into you, his own edge roaring to go as your walls grip him impossibly tight. Gustave let go of your thigh with his arm, his hand came to the desk for purchase when he finally pulled himself from you. Down from your high, you were in full control of your senses to witness him come undone. Eyes hodded he groaned out as his seed shot out over your stomach, some of it squirting on the edges of your bra.

Gustave stroked his cock while his seed was lava hot on your skin, coating it. Loud breaths left his mouth as he came down from his high. His eyes fluttered and his firm grip around his cock became gentle and he let it go. A rather smug and satisfied look decorated your face which brought a smile to his own. There was a certain glow to the man, rejuvenated and alive. He cleared his throat and walked over to the nearby cupboard to retrieve some paper towels.

“You were right.” You finally spoke up and he looked over his shoulder for a moment at the sound of your voice.

“About?”

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” His shoulders shook as he laughed, shaking his head before he turned back to the cupboard. It was, of course, a mutual feeling.

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janghoefett · 2 years ago

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I don't think it was, because she was rude as hell the whole episode, dismissive, and din barely even agnowledged her beyond giving his gratitude and paying respect when she talked about her father. I didnt get romance at all i got din recognizes bo katan is a useful companion for this kind of quest but does not care to engage with her as a person.

Like you could read his interactions with Boba Fett as romantic more then her. Those two despite vastly different views on being Mandalorian had full trust and respect for one another and clearly enjoyed the others company.

Besides painting her as a romantic interest is a mistake because even IF she gets a redemption arc it doesn't take away that she as a person just goes against so much of who Din as a person stands for. That and the extended universe fans know her backstory and trying to excuse it for romance would be an insane misstep by the writiers.

This is reassuring that you didn’t think it was supposed to be interpreted that way! Because I also don’t want it haha. It really was just that one scene talking about her father and then her turning to say “what are you looking at?” to the baby that made me clutch my pearls.

I really appreciate this show having a male lead not pursuing romance (contrary to what I write lol), especially since he’s also just being a single dad, which makes it cooler somehow. I want it to stay that way. I’m wondering if they feel like they have to keep sprinkling in “vibes” for a certain sect of viewers, because I also got a weird feeling when he met Ahsoka and she was like “there’s a first time for everything 😏”

Anyways, yes, that would be a terrible pairing considering Din is such a considerate and respectful person. I go a little crazy any time I hear Bo-Karan described as “a strong female character” because you👏don’t👏have👏to👏be👏a👏bitch👏to👏be👏a👏strong👏female

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#mando spoilers

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thisinbetween · 7 years ago

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Lay Down When We Speak

let’s lay down when we speak only for a moment, if only once a week, a month, a year, in a while, in a blue moon, blankets strewn, or on bathroom tile.

I seem to do the thinking for two not for you, but so I live twice as fast. I am always thinking a hundred things I’m scared it brings a bad kind of sign I feel twice your age, twice mine.

But maybe living doesn’t feel like that all the time.

I’ve no poker face, so I heard, my body and verbal languages sing the same tune, speak the same words I couldn’t tell harmony from melody which one set the tempo, which one leads, (do my thoughts come from feeling? or is my feeling all thought?)

but I only can tell the truth. or I try to, for you.

is omission a lie?

do I have to admit to my illness, thus early in our conversation? I’m trying conservation on my relationships, to keep you from evaporating away from between my grasping fingertips—

I’m reeling, stealing my healing away from people once beating my growth.

will you grow to me? or me to you? will we intertwine and accidentally choke, when was the last time we spoke?

let’s lay down when we speak so at least physically we can be on the same level I’m not special or any sort of horned devil my mental medium is more clay than metal lay down. come here. come between my arms. holding me, holding you-

I have your head between my hands I run a thumb over your cheek and jawline.

loving is almost religious for me are you that sort of reverent too?

people leaving me feels like dismemberment I am their remanent but I’m trying not to be as impermanent lately.

I could be molding to you as we lay like this, or are you forming to me?

I could be hiding things from you, don’t you hide things from me?

I could be sick but everyone is in some way aren’t you?

Come on, come here I want to hear everything you could want to tell me

lay down, right next to me.

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lillianawayne99 · 2 years ago

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Now Let The Games Begin

The Awakening Chapter One

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action-Adventure

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, magic, smoking, mate bond

Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.

The Awakening | Masterlist

There was something solid and warm wrapped around my hand. How long had it been since I felt something? Decades? Centuries? It couldn’t have been millennia, could it?

The years of being stuck in one position made my knees buckle and legs give out. Reaching out to brace myself, someone caught me before I could hit the ground.

“Aroh? . . . yagd . . .” I could hear a masculine voice, though it was muddled as if I was underwater.

My eyelids felt as though they weighed several times their weight. I struggled to raise them, the bright sunlight quickly forcing them closed again. Letting my eyes adjust to the light, I warily opened them.

The man holding me took in a sharp breath when I finally looked up. The moment my gaze landed upon his, it was as if the world disappeared until only the two of us were left.

My lungs pulled in an involuntary breath when the invisible tether between us snapped into place, confirming what I had already suspected.

In one swift movement, he pulled me up so I was standing against his chest. He cradled me with his arms around my waist as if I was delicate, precious, and must be protected at all costs. His eyes bore into mine despite the sun behind him casting a shadow over his face.

“Ierda,” The man’s voice was clearer this time, but I still couldn’t make out what he was saying.

I cleared my throat a few times and glanced down at where his chest was my eye level. I couldn’t remember the last time I had trouble speaking. How long was it since I stepped foot on that accursed battlefield? It felt like mere hours ago the sun shone for too long. The consequence of the spell performed to lock away the monster so many had died to defeat.

My legs began to sway beneath me, forcing me to grasp the man’s shirt to steady myself. I leaned into him with my head resting on his chest while I shook my legs out. Thank the gods he was being patient with me. I’d never been this frail. I could feel my skin buzzing with eons of collected magic, but my body was weak from being motionless for too long.

I froze in place as I felt his familiar reach across the bond toward my dragon. A shudder ran down my spine as she unfurled deep within the recesses of my mind and came out of her hiding place. She greeted him like an old friend, a promising sign for the years ahead.

Following Kenna’s lead, I raised my gaze at the same time the man brushed his knuckles across my cheek. When our gazes met, he rested his hand on my cheek and gently caressed my skin with the pad of his thumb.

I thought I knew what to expect when the seal for the spell broke, but the man before me was beyond my wildest dreams. He was taller and more muscular than most men. His grey eyes contrasted perfectly with his rich brown, cool toned complexion. Most people would be intimidated by his large, imposing stature, but I was transfixed.

How long had I waited for this? How many people had placed their hands in mine, hoping the statue would come to life and they’d find true love? Or did people avoid me? Did they refuse to bring back the girl who could end the world?

The man supporting me dropped his hand from my cheek and returned his arm to where it had been wrapped around my waist. Fiddling with the material of his shirt, I cleared my throat and tested my voice until I was able to say something.

“Wh-What?” I finally croaked, my voice hoarse from years of disuse.

“Gadya ierda,” He spoke slowly, enough for me to understand we were speaking different languages. It was a good sign. I hoped.

Would it be strange if I kissed him? Had the tradition changed? What would he think of me if I did? I needed to understand him. I needed to understand a language in use today, but what if he rejects me because I kissed him too soon?

The feeling of a large, calloused hand on my cheek pulled me out of my thoughts. My vision focused on his mouth then his lips were on mine. A chill so deep it became a furnace erupted from where our skin met. Our lips moved feverishly against each other, encouraged by the bond tying us together for the rest of our lives.

A hunger neither of us could satiate until it was adequately fed took root deep inside each of us. Even if one of us rejected the other, which now seemed unlikely, we could never completely erase the other’s effect on our lives. My senses were overwhelmed by the taste of bamban smoke on his lips and smell of magic in the air. I’d heard about what the bond did to people, but this was beyond what I could have imagined. He was my drug, and I couldn’t get enough.

He roughly grasped my rear in his hand and squeezed, eliciting a small groan from my lips. The intimate touch reminded me we were likely in a public space. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, breaking the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine while we tried to catch our breath, holding me to his heaving chest. His arms were tightly wound around my waist and pressed to my spine, his muscles shaking with the strength he was holding back.

“Who . . . when . . . fuck,” I gasped out, attempting to figure out which question was more pressing.

“I am King Caedan.” Thank the gods I could understand him, and hopefully he could understand me.

“I’m Serephina.” I lifted my head to look around us for the first time.

Nothing was how I remembered. We were currently standing in the courtyard of what appeared to be a city. Grandiose buildings towered over everyone. There was a crowd of people in a circle around us, none of them wearing clothes I was familiar with and most of the women were wearing trousers.

“What year is it?” I took one last look at my surroundings before turning back to my mate.

“9578 A.L.D.” He didn’t sound confused by my question, but the answer he provided only gave me more questions.

“A.L.D.?” I paid the ultimate price five thousand years after The Split. If people were no longer measuring time from the same date, how long had I been imprisoned?

“After The Long Day?”

It had taken much longer than any of us could have anticipated. The unprecedented amount of magic coursing through my veins was no longer a surprise. I had spent the past nine and a half millennia absorbing the magic in the air and draining Melantha of hers, all without using a drop of what I had.

If she was petrified like I was, Melantha should be in the same area as when the spell took effect. I needed to find her before she fled and regained her former strength.

The bond had barely taken effect, and yet a small part of me already felt pained at the idea of having to leave my mate. Unsure of whether I would find him again or survive the battle ahead, I leaned into Caedan and inhaled deeply. He smelled so strongly of bamban smoke I couldn’t detect his natural scent.

Time was slipping away from me, and I couldn’t follow my heart. I had a job to do and it didn’t matter whether or not I wanted to do it. Melantha had to be stopped no matter the cost. I knew I needed to leave the second I woke, but I dragged the moment out as long as I could.

What did Caedan think of me, the frail warrior clinging to his shirt? Did he think my timidness endearing, or could he see deeper? Where my hands rested on his chest, could he see the red staining my skin? Did he understand my submission was reserved only for him?

I took a steadying breath and straightened my posture. Gently pushing on Caedan’s chest, I tried to remove myself from his embrace. He let out a low, warning growl from deep in his chest and refused to let go of me.

“What are you doing? I need to go.” I pushed against him again, but it was futile. The years may have fed my soul, but they sapped my body.

“Where could you possibly need to go? You’ve been a statue for so long, you don’t know what year it is,” The mocking undertones in his voice surprised me. He had been nothing but patient and kind until now.

“Don’t you remember? Don’t you know why?” I stopped fighting him in the hope diplomacy would work.

“I know I’m your mate and that makes you my Queen. Unless you plan on rejecting the bond, you’re staying with me.” Caedan tightened his hold on me to the point I could hardly breathe.

“She’s coming . . . need to . . . stop her,” I panted, desperately pushing against him in an attempt to put some distance between us.

“What are you talking about? Have the years as stone addled your brain?” He jibed while partially loosening his hold.

“Melantha . . . is coming.” My voice faltered as I struggled to breathe properly and speak at the same time.

“Melantha?” Caedan began laughing raucously as if what I said was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard. His head tipped back and his chest shook while I watched in stunned indignation. “The dark witch that destroyed Bakiavela in one day? She’s been dead for thousands of years,”

“She never died! She was imprisoned and now that I’m awake, so is she!” I snapped at him.

“Are you high on guaran leaves?” His pearly white teeth shone in the light as his lips pulled back in a half smile.

“No, I’m not high! Are you fucking crazy? Let me go!” I pounded both fists on his chest to no avail.

“Let you go? You have responsibilities at home, Your Highness.” His nonchalance convinced me nothing I said would matter. People had forgotten and he wouldn’t believe me. Maybe no one would.

Hands fisting in Caedan’s shirt, I raised my leg and slammed my knee into his groin. He let go of me to grab his stomach with a grunt. The moment I was freed, I bolted for the southeast corner of the courtyard while ignoring the shouts of the people I barrelled through. With the rising sun behind me, I darted through two buildings into an alley. I prayed I was going the right direction and hadn’t been followed while weaving through the monuments around me.

What did Caedan mean when he said Melantha destroyed Bakiavela in a day? The spell locked her away the same as me. Were the consequences higher than we thought? Did we sacrifice our home, our people, for the belief we were saving the world? If all of Bakiavela died anyway, were our sacrifices worth it?

I ran out into the middle of a street only for something large and heavy to plow into my side. My body flew through the air before I fell and my breath was forced from my lungs. Taking in a deep gasp, I gingerly felt my side. Nothing was broken, but a bruise was already forming.

I carefully pushed myself up and looked over at what hit me. It appeared to be an abnormally large, rounded box floating slightly above the ground. Rather than sit and stare at the oddity, I turned to stand only to find myself surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

They were likely trying to make sure I wasn’t injured, but I couldn’t care less about what they wanted. Taking advantage of the people hiding me, I studied my surroundings. The battlefield had become unrecognizable. If someone asked me which direction my home used to be, I wouldn’t be able to tell them.

“Goddammit! Where is she?!” The sound of my mate’s voice made Kenna perk up and urge me to search the crowd for him.

Slowly rising to my feet, I calmly made my way through the crowd and away from the voice calling for me. I hid in the swarm of people walking along the street while putting as much distance as I could between my followers and I.

‘Stop worrying about him and help me find the kenge spawn,’ I demanded of my familiar while glancing behind me.

‘Climb one of the buildings,’ Kenna suggested, accompanied by the image of a grunyan climbing the wall to my right. Dragons were supposed to be the most intelligent creatures, and this was the idea she offered.

‘The walls are too smooth. We’d have to shift.’ Only a dragon could hope to sink their claws into whatever material people used these days. She ruffled her wings and began to unfurl, inching closer to the forefront of my consciousness. Of course she wanted to shift. I did too, but a dragon, in a city, seriously?

‘What have you seen in the sky since I woke up?’ I glanced behind myself again and turned onto another road, keeping the other pedestrians in between myself and the street. The buildings to my right appeared to be stores. Using my hair to hide my face, I walked with the pace of the crowd.

‘Clouds.’ Abarrane help me. Kenna drove me fucking ballistic sometimes. I swore, she did this shit on purpose. ‘I heard that.’

‘What haven’t you seen?’ I kept my head down and turned onto a side street to lean against a wall while Kenna rambled off a list of animals I would normally see flying overhead several times a day. All of which were nowhere to be found.

I was completely lost in this place with only the sun to guide me. In spite of centuries of training, my legs were aching and lungs burned. Could I really handle this? This was my best chance, and yet I could barely handle walking across flat ground. If—no, when I fight Melantha, will I win?

The plan was for me to find and kill her when the seal broke. Did anyone think about the state of my body after all that time? Someone had to, which meant they expected me to use the magic I collected and it still may not be enough to kill her.

Latent magic in the world feeds life, but using it eats away at us from the inside. I’d always been careful with mine, used it sparingly. If I burned through every bit of the magic I possessed, it would kill me.

I volunteered for a suicide mission.

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dustcoveredpages · 3 years ago

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“I tell my students one of the most important things they need to know is when they are at their best, creatively. They need to ask themselves, What does the ideal room look like? Is there music? Is there silence? Is there chaos outside or is there serenity outside? What do I need in order to release my imagination?” -Toni Morrison

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petrovass · 3 years ago

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wanna hold your hand...

Her book was pulled from her hands, causing her to shout in annoyance and start grabbing for the item back. She glared at the man in front of her, watching as he tossed the book aside and smirked at her.

"I was reading that," she spoke to her roommate.

"I know," he retorted and grabbed her hands, pulling her off of the sofa and toward the kitchen.

More of their friends were there, drinking and eating, celebrating. She reluctantly joined in, but only after the nagging of another woman there. She was handed a drink and an empty plate and then grabbed some food.

The night seemed to go on forever, that was until everyone settled on the sofa for a movie. Her roommate chose a scary one, but she wasn't going to argue. She snatched a blanket and took the corner of the couch, someone sitting beside her.

She turned to see it was the girl who had handed her the drink and plate, smiling at her presence. They sat beside one another as the movie began, and when it reached the climax she could feel a body pressed against hers. She offered her hand out to the woman, who took it, muttering a thank you and squeezing it whenever she was frightened.

The movie ended, and the last thing she remembered from that night was a soft kiss on her cheek and hearing:

"I just wanted an excuse to hold your hand,"

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a-completely-normal-writer · 2 years ago

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30 Days 30 Lines Challenge: Day 14

Note: Part of a new project that I literally started today, Do I have time for a new WIP? No. Am I starting one anyway?

Yes. Yes I am

Night time falls over the bustling metropolis, the streetlights and buildings casting a glow on what would be a dark night somewhere else.

Skyscrapers caress the black sky and though it was night, people were still walking around, most barely even taking notice that the sun had gone down.

This was normal, pretty much expected at this point which is why this city is often referred to as the City that Never Sleeps.

Though the ones living there simply call it New York.

#30 days 30 lines challenge #writiers on tumblr #black writers #female writers #snippet #excerpts #writing excerpts #fiction writing

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queen-dread · 6 years ago

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What a scary thought

Forever in the darkness

Fate for the h e a r t l e s s ...

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thecarrieonokay · 4 years ago

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WTF: A Macgyver Tale

(AKA My Thoughts On The Macgyver Cancellation)

Guys. Like many of you, I am not ok. I was not prepared for this.

Honestly, I feel like a proper idiot. I was absolutely, totally and utterly convinced that they couldn’t cancel it. Not wouldn’t. COULDN’T.

Don’t get me wrong… I am fully aware of what US TV networks are capable of. Story structure, the fanbase, even the cast and crew mean very little to them unless it’s about optics or ratings. At the end of the day, it’s about money. But Macgyver would be reaching it’s 100th episode milestone on 6x06… which means that Macgyver is only SIX episodes away from syndication. So obviously my thinking was: WHY would they cancel it when it was about to make them a shitload of money?!

Add to that the updated merch in the CBS store, the fact that ratings watchdogs had it pegged for guaranteed renewal (you guys know all this, of course), the promising progression of the casting and storylines… and I was CONVINCED it would all be fine.

Well. That showed me.

But the thing that hurts the most is all the incredible people that are suddenly out of a job. Renewal is never guaranteed. That’s a harsh fact of the business. But the writers, the creatives, the cast, the crew… they deserved so much better than a last minute cancellation. Of course, we don’t know the full story yet (if ever) but it seems very much like absolutely everyone was blindsided. No matter how you spin it, that’s pretty fucking disgusting behaviour from CBS. It’s heartbreaking. Especially given the unique pressures and circumstances for this particular show.

And just look at what they managed to pull off. The sacking of an abusive showrunner, hiring a whole host of new writiers, squeezing and piecing together stories from half-finished seasons and episodes into something coherent DURING A FUCKING PANDEMIC. In the end, Monica Macer only got to head up 8 episodes. Eight. They deserve better.

You only have to read my thoughts for the previous couple of episodes to know how I was gearing up to love the next era for Macgyver. I truly believe that under Monica Macer the show could have found some epic new ground. A female showrunner? Trans characters? A genuinely diverse cast? Women of colour taking charge? ALL the ingredients were there for something special. And following on from a cut-down season 4 and 5, this just feels like a kick in the teeth. Nevermind that it has consistently good ratings, that it’s no1 in it’s timeslot (again, you all know this. Sorry guys, I’m just ranting…). And who the hell needs yet another fucking CSI?!

Then there’s the lawsuit. I had no idea. A friend told me about it and I had little look into it. It seems to me that this has been an ongoing legal battle since 2018. The fact that it’s been gaining traction in the media only recently is… interesting. From everything I’ve read, CBS seem to think that the plaintiffs have no case. But it also appears that fighting it has been costing them money for a while.

I see the trending tweets and the petition (signed <3 of course!!) and the sad insta posts and the paperclips being sent to CBS… and it makes me happy to see so many people fighting TOGETHER to try and save this. And I fully support it.

I’m new here. I’ve been writing Macgyver fanfic for like, five minutes. And yet it has become very important to me. For whatever reason, these characters inspire me and it has emboldened me to know that they inspire so many of you too. I have these stories in me and I promise you that I will finish them. I think we can all agree that we need these stories, these creative outlets, now more than ever. So I promise to keep writing, creating and supporting others, as I’m sure you all will too.

I’ve learned my lesson. I will be managing my expectations very carefully for the future. Complications between CBS, Paramount, Zolotoff and Arlita make this a very long, very twisted financial and legal road...

But just know that whatever happens, these characters and the people who love them will remain. We ain’t going nowhere, dudes. <3

Thank you for letting me get all that off my chest! Phew!! x

#macgyver #savemacgyver #macgyver cbs #macriley #carrie's thoughts

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