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ohworm-writes · 1 year ago

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「✰」 ━━ NIKOLAI HEADCANONS

RATING R - Restricted [ Content Warnings : 18+ mdni, gn!m!f!reader, strong language, alcohol mention and consumption, fluff, possible mistranslation, spider mention, smut, dom!Nikolai, sub!reader, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, masturbation, riding, hair pulling ]

SYNOPSIS Both general and romantic, safe for work and not safe for work, headcanons for, arguably, one of the most underrated Call of Duty: Modern Warfare characters to date - Nikolai. (This is my first time writing smut so any tips and feedback is greatly appreciated!)

WORD COUNT 1.2k

SAFE FOR WORK

His hands, and just his body overall, run naturally warm. Not to the point where he can be considered a "walking heater" or burning to the touch, but just exudes a constant warmness overall.

Dad-bod, no questions asked. He's not completely cut, not all hard surfaces and muscles - he's got a plush softness to him body that's equally as firm. He works out and keeps himself in shape, of course, because, granted, it's a given that comes with his profession, but he indulges himself equally as much.

He doesn't drink heavily, per se, setting a hard cut-off point for himself that he abides by like it's law, but he won't deny a drink if he's offered it. After all, drinking culture is big in Russia - he can hold his own just fine. That being said, vodka isn't his favorite, but he doesn't hate it by any means, either.

Acts of service and quality time are his love languages. He loves spending time with you whenever he can, especially considering how his profession can take him away for months and more at a time. If it's possible, you're always by his side or he's by yours. Will do anything you ask of him, too - be it chores, tasks, or anything else.

That being said, it can also be argued that giving gifts is one of his primary love languages, too. Any time he's out on a mission, he always tries to get you something from wherever he's been to - there are many perks to being a pilot, now aren't there?

He snores when he sleeps, and he sleeps heavy. Not to the point where you'd have to dump a bucket of ice water over him to wake him up, but to the point where you have to shake him vigorously to get him to slowly rouse. Sounds like a lawnmower when he snores.

His kisses are soft and slow, one hand on your waist or back, pulling you in, while the other holds your chin with such tenderness, guiding your lips to meet his, breathing out a heavy sigh as he relaxes into you.

Opts for Russian terms of endearment over English ones. It feels more personal to him, calling you something in his native tongue rather than something he hears everyone around him call their partners - it's more special to him.

Лапушка/Лапочка - Lapochka/Lapushka (sweetheart)

Любимая/Любимый - Lyubimaya/Lyubimyy (darling)

Surprisingly or not, he's actually a really good cook! He's traveled to so many places and tried so many different kinds of food so, naturally, he's learned to make them for himself. He downplays his abilities, but he looks like an absolute professional when he's in the kitchen.

When he's not away for work, he's actually quite domestic. He has a house of his own far away from everyone else in a remote little town, at least an hour or two outside of any major city. A cabin of sorts, with a place for his own little garden that he tends to (or, more accurately, which you tend to).

He even has his own little stall at the town's farmers market where he sells what he grows whenever it's ready. Everyone has so many theories about him because, honestly - why wouldn't they? A Russian man who lives at the edge of town in a big ol' house, disappearing for weeks or months at a time. It's a cause for concern.

He's so polite and he has the best manners, no question about it.

Though, to combat it, he can be quite a loose-canon. He's reckless and unethical in his methods, especially with work, but some aspects carry over to his personal and domestic life. (If there's a spider, he's pulling out his pistol first, not grabbing a book or a shoe).

He has this sarcastic, almost morbid sense of humor, smug as all hell (worse than Graves, more often than not) but he's genuinely just playful. He's a friend to everyone he meets and can easily match vibes with anyone.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Dominant in every sense of the word. He might let you act like you're in control from time to time, but he's quick to show you your place and has no shame in doing it.

His hands are always on you, no matter the occasion. He has to have some sort of physical contact when it comes to you. Be it a hand on the small of your back to guide you, on your shoulder to assure his presence, his leg touching yours when you sit down, a palm on your thigh as he drives.

One-hundred percent an ass man. Squeezing, slapping, spanking, groping - doesn't matter. If he can, his hand is there, no discussion.

He's an exhibitionist, easily. The risk of getting caught, whether if he's by himself or if he's with you, turns him on beyond belief - it gets his head spinning.

Helicopter sex! He's absolutely obsessed with getting you to ride him while he sits in the cockpit, holding onto your hips, fingers bruising into the skin, his legs spread wide with his jumper zipped down as far as it can go, fucking up into you as you bounce on his cock.

Jerks himself off in his helicopter too, biting down onto his fist as he fucks into his hand with purpose.

He's noisy! All grunts and growls, whispering to you how good you feel, practically narrating what he's doing sometimes.

It's a balance of praise and degradation that he gives. Sometimes it fifty-fifty, saying how you're taking him so well, like a good whore should. Sometimes it switches from one to the other (be it extremes or not) - it just depends.

Gives oral like it’s his job. Steady grip on your thighs, pushing them back and wide and buries himself between them for as long as you'll allow him to. He's so sloppy with it too, drooling and spitting all over you as he sucks you off/eats you out. (If you look close enough, you can tell it's started to bleach his beard, too).

Takes his time fucking you. He doesn't like quickies at all - if he isn't able to fuck you at the pace he wants, he isn't doing it. Now, this doesn't necessarily mean that he isn't up for hard and fast sex, but it's more so that he doesn't like time constraints.

More often than not, though, he goes slow (at least, at first), teasing you until you're begging before slowly pushing into you, dragging his cock in and out of you at an excruciating pace.

Speaking of, too, he's such a tease and he knows it.

Loves loves loves pulling and grabbing your hair, forcing you to arch your back as he pounds into you from behind relentlessly, watching the way your ass ripples with every snap of his hips.

Dumbification, too. Loves getting you all cock-drunk and fucked out to the point where you can't think for yourself, teasing you and borderline-mocking you as he slides a hand down your stomach, bringing his thumb down to your clit and making slow circles around it/grabbing the base of your cock and slowly stroking up and down it as he coos at you.

This goes hand in hand with overstimulation - loves making you cum over and over and over again until you can't think and it's too much, only to coax another orgasm out of you.

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #Nikolai #Nikolai COD #Nikolai x reader #Nikolai cod x reader #cod nikolai #cod nikolai x reader #modern warfare x reader #mw x reader #mw2x reader #mw3 x reader #modern warfare 2 x reader #modern warfare 3 x reader

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loversofthegrave · 8 months ago

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What are some of your fave wincest fics?

Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;

(in no particular order)

try asking by applecrumbledore

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”

“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

outside POV ftw

other brothers by homo_pink

A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat

Howls in my bones by weefaol

When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.

As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.

weecest

In the garden where sin began by nyoka

Some places, they grow for you.

weecest, beautifully written, so tender

one on, two out by deadlybride

In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.

not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this

it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart

Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.

rightly obsessed with jealous dean

the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen

"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.

Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.

"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"

see things so much clearer by deadlybride

Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.

somewhere there's blue by linden

Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.

nickle and dime by linden

It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.

here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction

much love

#fic rec #wincest #wincest fic rec

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adirajackson · 6 months ago

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hi can u pls write a book percy x daughter of persephone based on i hate it here by taylor swift. where the reader has a secret garden that percy finds pls

Secret gardens in my mind. ☻

Percy Jackson x Persephone!reader

Ofc since you said pls I actually have only listened to ‘I hate it here’ a few times and had to listen to it a bit before writing this so sorry if it’s not perfect, ask me if you wanna redo it :P

Also, this I kinda short :/

Warning: fluff/angst?? and minor swearing

On the radio:

Percy was just going on a walk in the woods. Nothing special. He was just going to clear his head after having to deal with 3 campers who were all arguing about 9/11— it’s a long story. It was late dusk and you could only see a few stars when you looked up at the sky. He walked a bit more, going deeper into the forest. Everything was going normal until he saw little stepping stones going into a path, candles lit the way.

“Hello?” He called out, wondering if anyone was there. Nothing. He followed the path into a beautiful garden. It had so many times of plants that it was like the dictionary for plants. In the middle of it all was a beautiful girl with a flower crown, singing to the plants as they magically grew. He just stared for a bit and listened to her angelic singing. She finally noticed him and practically jumped. “Gods! You…scared…me…!” She said, catching her breath. “Sorry, your voice is beautiful!” He said, smiling lopsidedly. “And what is this place anyway?” She smiled softly and handed him a flower, walking over to a tree and sitting under it. “My secret garden.” She said, looking him in the eye. “I’m a daughter of Persephone, this is my happy place, my escape.” Percy nodded, playing with the purple rose in his hand. “You- your garden is very gorgeous,” he said, smiling at you and looking around.

"Thanks. I come here when I get tired of the real world. It's sad, really, but I hate it out there. Why should demigods have to live like this because of the gods stupid mistakes?" she said, a flower slightly wilting before she instantly made it healthier. Gods, please no. Not her... Never again. Percy instantly got reminded of Luke. And he never wanted to go through that again, especially with a girl so gorgeous like her. "That's true, but instead of hating the gods for their mistakes, I would thank them. For letting me meet you." he sat down on a bench next to you. "That's...awful poetic. Child of Apollo?" she asked. Percy chuckled and sideways smirked, "Son of Poseidon at your service." she nodded. "So that's why you smell like seaweed and salt water." Percy shrugged. "Good or bad?"

"Good."

Percy just stared into her eyes for a bit. "I get it though, the world's annoying. Bleh." he fake gagged. She giggled and all the nearby flowers instantly had an aura around them, healthy and happy. "I never caught your name," she observed. "I never threw it." he answered, smiling and kissing her hand, "Percy Jackson." "I'm Y/n," she blushed.

"That's a gorgeous name."

"Thank you."

He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Why don't you come back to camp with me and we can hang out in my cabin?" he asked. "Sure, why not?" you replied. So you guys walked back to camp, not forgetting to blow out the candles before your departure.

Maybe the real world wasn't so bad. When your with someone you love, I mean.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #persephone #percy x Persephone!reader #taylor swift #request

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girlkisser13 · 4 months ago

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hestia cabin headcanons

• logically, it would make sense for the unclaimed demigods to be in hestia’s cabin.

• a buddy system pairs new arrivals with experienced campers from the hestia cabin, helping them navigate camp life and adjust to their new environment.

• every camper regardless of being claimed are given a week in hestia's cabin to get used to camp. a reminder that they are all demigods warmed by the same hearth. they are all family.

• demigods get claimed faster when they’re in hestia’s cabin because she glares at her siblings, nieces and nephews until they claim them.

• hestia is happy that so many are finally feeling the comforts of home.

• her cabin has no counselor.

• instead, she appoints a chosen mortal with clear sight as her champion.

• this person acts as the cabin counselor.

• although they’re mortal, they exhibit enhanced empathy, a calming presence, and a natural talent for mediation and conflict resolution, gifts subtly bestowed by hestia.

• the champion also receives mentorship from hestia herself, often through dreams, visions, or quiet moments of reflection by the hearth.

• this guidance helps them navigate their responsibilities and grow into their role.

• the cabin frequently engages in community service projects around camp half-blood, such as maintaining gardens, repairing cabins, and organizing camp-wide events.

• hestia's champion often leads these initiatives, ensuring that everyone has a role and that the projects reflect the values of unity and care.

• in hermes’ cabin they would always be guests but in hestia’s cabin, they would be at home (at least until they get claimed).

• this ensures that EVERY demigod has a place to come home to.

cabin exterior

• the entrance to the hestia cabin is marked by a wide, welcoming porch with a set of double wooden doors, intricately carved with scenes of hestia and hearthfires.

• large, comfy rocking chairs and benches line the porch, providing a perfect spot for relaxing and socializing.

• the cabin is made of sturdy, warm-toned wood, giving it a rustic yet welcoming appearance.

• soft, golden lights are strung along the eaves and porch, creating a cozy glow that is especially inviting at night.

• they have hanging baskets filled with flowers and vines that add color and vibrancy to the cabin’s exterior.

• stone pathways connect the cabin to other parts of camp half-blood, with lanterns lining the paths to guide the way at night.

• the cabin's lighting, both inside and out, is designed to be soft and warm, creating a comforting and homely atmosphere.

cabin interior

• the walls are adorned with soft, earthy tones and wooden accents, creating a homey feel.

• a large, ornate fireplace sits at the heart of the cabin, always lit with a comforting fire that never goes out, providing warmth and light.

• the cabin has an open floor plan, allowing for easy movement and a sense of community among the cabin members.

• their beds are arranged in a semi-circle around the hearth, promoting a sense of unity and togetherness.

• each demigod has a personal trunk and a small, personalized nook with shelves and a pinboard for decorations and personal items.

• small altars and symbols dedicated to hestia are placed throughout the cabin, reminding the members of the goddess's presence and protection.

• fresh flowers and offerings are regularly placed on these altars, maintaining a connection to the goddess of the hearth.

cabin traditions

• every new unclaimed demigod is welcomed with a special ceremony involving a warm meal prepared by the existing members. this meal symbolizes the hearth and home that hestia represents. the new member is given a candle to light, representing their acceptance into the cabin.

• every sunday, the cabin hosts a communal meal where everyone participates in cooking. they use recipes passed down from their mortal families or create new ones together. it's a time for bonding and sharing different cultural heritages.

• they prepare care packages for demigods on quests or those who are struggling. these packages include homemade snacks, comforting items, and handwritten notes of encouragement.

divider by @plutism

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happyhauntt · 8 months ago

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stay, i pray you — nikolai lantsov.

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─── summary: nikolai has a decision to make. anya makes it for him.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: takes place during seige & storm just after sturmhond reveals himself to be nikolai. angst, hurt/no comfort, pre-established relationship. this one's gonna hurt.

─── word count: 2.1k.

"I've had an idea."

The military encampment at Kribirsk is as familiar to Anya as the freckles on Nikolai's nose, the garden of her father's estate, the brittle ache of her injured knee. Crashing the Hummingbird had not been part of the plan — and her body had certainly not appreciated the impromptu swim in the nearby lake — but the First Army officers had recognised her and Nikolai, affording them all the honours of their stations and escorting them to the commander's tent.

Anya hadn't felt all that comfortable with it. She may have been Lieutenant Corporal before her discharge, but it has become increasingly difficult to love the army that raised her while it serves the country that abandoned her. General Raevsky had once been her commanding officer. She and Nikolai had served under him on the northern border, oh, how many years ago now?

They'd both been green as grass, infantry grunts who'd never handled a rifle, never fired a shot or seen a battlefield begin to bleed. Raevsky greeted her like an old friend when they stumbled onto shore, asked how she was fairing as if he hadn't seen her only a few months ago, before she helped the Sun Summoner flee Ravka by smuggling her onto a ship bound for Novyi Zem.

The tent Anya finds herself in is small but serviceable, with clean, fresh clothes laid out on the bed and a small plate of food waiting on the table. Nikolai disappeared shortly after their arrival, most likely to offer up an explanation to the commanders, but when he finally reappears, he finds Anya combing out the knots of her damp hair with her fingers, changed into a clean, loose shirt and army-issue trousers. She feels as if she never left the army and the thought makes her nauseous.

"You have an idea?" She raises an eyebrow at him as he steps tentatively inside, allowing the tent flap to fall closed behind him. A playful smirk dances over her face. "Given that your last idea sent us crash-landing into a lake, I must admit I feel a little apprehensive."

He huffs at her, an almost-chuckle that sends alarm bells ringing in her mind. A jibe like that would usually send him on a ranting spiral, fussing all about how his invention hadn’t been the reason they crashed and had, actually, worked exactly as intended for the majority of their journey.

Teasing him is easy, and the way he smiles when she does sends warmth pouring through her. Seeing him so subdued is… troubling, to say the least. He hangs up his sword and crosses the tent to perch on the edge of her bed. His eyes remain fixed on the floor the whole time.

Kneeling in front of him, she allows her fingers to graze over the bruise blossoming on his cheek. His eyes fall closed for a moment. "She really got you, didn't she? Our dear Sun Summoner has a mean right hook."

"Believe me, I know. Scrappy little thing." Nikolai flexes his jaw and opens his eyes, and all once, Anya knows. It's written in the tiny lines between his brows and the quirk of his mouth and the ache in his eyes.

"What is it?" she murmurs. Her fingers linger on his face, and he leans into the warmth of her, just slightly. Her knee protests, but she doesn't dare try to stand up. "What's happened?"

He swallows roughly. "I've told you before, haven't I, about coming back here and helping Ravka. About fixing it before it's too late."

Whispered conversations in a dimly-lit cabin flutter through her mind. Wishes pressed against her skin with kisses, hopes and dreams caught up in a lover's embrace. I could be better than Vasily, he'd said, and she had believed that, the way she believed the sun would rise in the morning. I could save Ravka.

She hadn't told him the truth, then. She'd taken his dreams and folded them up into her own chest, to keep safe beside her heart, but she hadn't wanted it the way he did. Anya would sooner see Ravka burn. She cannot bring herself to feel mercy, not where this Saints-forsaken country is concerned. Not after it abandoned her when she needed it most.

Now, she nods. A damp tendril of hair falls past her eyes. "I remember. You said you... you would find a way to convince Vasily to step aside, and your father would make you the heir. But it wasn't a plan. You said you didn't know how you'd do it, yet. Just that you wished you could."

She may never forget it. The panic that struck her, bone-deep. The way his ambitions have haunted her ever since. He may not have known it then, but a ticking clock had been set that day. Anya never knew when their time would run out. Only that she would never be ready for it.

He smiles, now. A rueful thing. There is no need to hide with her, no need to put on that winsome devil-may-care act he wears like armour. She is not a politician he can sway to his side, nor a danger he can charm his way out of, and yet he smiles at her. She is so beautiful, and soft, and she's not wearing her armour, either. Not here, not with him. There is nothing to smile about, and in a few moments it will all be different, but right now she is his, so he has to smile. He has to.

He may weep, otherwise.

"Kolya." Her voice is so quiet, barely more than a whisper, and he is so sure that she knows, already, without him having to breathe a word.

His throat goes horribly tight, an invisible hand wrapped tight around his windpipe, as if that will stop his confession. His eyes flit to the roof for a moment. They start to sting.

"Alina's power is the key to Ravka's survival," he says. Every word feels like lead on his tongue. "The Apparat has turned her into a living Saint, and the people love her. If I'm to make a bid for the throne and convince Vasily to step aside, it can't just be that I'm the best man for the job. That won't matter. But an alliance with the Sun Summoner might sway the odds in my favour."

Anya watches him for a long moment. He holds his breath as time stretches, and eternity seems to pass before she even blinks. She withdraws her hand, allowing it to rest lightly on his thigh. The absence of her touch lingering in his face burns like a fresh bullet wound.

He wonders if you can die from missing someone who hasn't gone anywhere yet.

"An alliance with Alina." Anya narrows her eyes as the pieces click together in her mind." You mean—"

"I'm going to ask her to marry me." His throat feels rough as sandpaper. "A political marriage, in name only. The game has changed and Alina is the only one who can level the playing field."

He keeps talking, but Anya can hardly hear him. Her brain began to buzz with white noise the moment she heard the word marriage, as if her skull is home to a thousand angry wasps and someone suddenly decided to shake the nest. She can feel her blood rushing in her ears, her heartbeat thudding in her throat, but she doesn't dare give herself away.

Anya Kamenev is a soldier, but she is also a future duchess. Her mother would be proud to learn that all those etiquette lessons didn't go to waste. Summoning a decade of training, her old governess' instructions rattling through her mind, her face remains delicate and empty. Not a muscle twitch or a quiver of her lip, not a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes. She might as well be carved from marble. Her heart sits in her chest like a stone.

"Nastya." The nickname he gave her in their army days is salt in an open wound. Nikolai reaches for her, grasps her hands in his as if she is all that can anchor him to this world. "I don't know what to do."

"Of course you do." Somehow her voice is gentle, even though she feels jagged at the edges, like touching her might make him bleed. An instinct tugs at her, to curl her fingers around his own and hold him just as tight, but she can't bring herself to move. "You wouldn't bring it up to me if you hadn't already thought it through. You're a clever man, Nikolai. The cleverest I know, and don't let that go to your head. You know what you have to do now. You just want my permission to do it."

Is it crueller, somehow, to ask for permission? To hand over her heart, and the knife too, as if that will make it hurt less when he carves it from her chest?

A wet laugh bubbles out of him. "Trust you to keep my ego in check even now, Anya."

"Someone has to," she says. She heaves herself into a standing position, wincing as her knee cracks and tiny bolts of lightning spike up her leg. "Although I think Alina will do a brilliant job. I don't mind handing over that responsibility to her."

"Don't." Nikolai is on his feet in a moment. One hand remains in hers, his grip tight as a vice, but the other curls around the back of her neck. His thumb brushes softly over her cheek. The warmth of it makes her shudder. "Don't say that like you're going anywhere. I'm not sure I can do any of this without you."

"Of course you can," Anya murmurs. Saints, she isn't sure the torture she endured at the hands of Shu Han's scientists hurt this much. If she closes her eyes, she can almost believe he's taken a blade and gutted her right here, like a fish on the deck of his ship.

A ragged breath tears out of him as he says, "Alright, perhaps I can. But I don't want to."

When he kisses her, it doesn't feel like a kiss goodbye. It doesn't feel like their last kiss in a thousand. There's a ferocity to him as he clutches her, teeth clashing, but that doesn't change the truth of it. He can hold her as tightly as he wants, but they both know she has always been smoke in his hands.

“I would give you anything,” he says against her mouth, pressed together like hands in prayer. She feels his breath stutter against her tongue, hitched with a sob he will not set free. “Name it. Palaces and jewels, the moon, a temple built in your name, the heads of every man who ever harmed you served on a silver platter. Name it and it’s yours. Just stay.”

Your heart. The tear slides down her cheek unbidden, and he kisses it away as he has done a thousand times before. She catches his lips with her own and kisses him again, fingers tangled in tendrils of his hair, still rough with saltwater no matter how many times he washes it. Your heart, your hand, a life with you away from this Saints-forsaken country.

She’ll stay. She will, because Anya is a soldier, and though she no longer has any loyalty to Ravka, she still believes in him. And there is no pain in the world that could hurt more than abandoning him now, no matter how much she wishes she could.

“Anything.” His voice, barely a whisper, a plea to those forgotten saints who have never seen fit to bestow a miracle upon them. “Anything, my darling.”

He sinks to his knees before her, presses his forehead to her stomach. She leans and kisses the crown of his scalp, lingering a moment to breathe in the salt and sea of him. Ravka will never know how lucky it is to have a prince so loyal. She doesn’t know what they’d done to earn such devotion.

“I know.” Despite the tears, her voice is deceptively still. Your heart. But he had already sworn it to his country, long before he ever loved her. “I want the same as you, Nikolai; peace and prosperity for Ravka.”

He snorts against her stomach. His arms wrap tightly around her middle. “Liar.”

“Always.” Pushing him away would not be the worst torture she has endured, but she worries it will scar her far longer than any blade could.

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shiorihyuga · 1 month ago

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become.

Chapter Nine

The day of Eren and Aurora’s wedding arrived quietly, with no fanfare, no audience, and no grand celebrations. It was a simple, intimate moment in a world that had been filled with nothing but chaos and destruction. But for them, it was perfect.

Aurora had spent the morning in their cabin, preparing in silence. She had gathered wildflowers from the garden and the woods, weaving them into a simple but beautiful bouquet, the vibrant petals adding a splash of color to the day. Her dress was white and modest, something she had managed to piece together from fabric they had scavenged over time. The dress wasn’t extravagant, but it was elegant in its simplicity, fitting her figure in a way that accentuated her natural beauty.

As she stood in front of the small, cracked mirror they had in the cabin, Aurora took a deep breath, her fingers gently smoothing over the fabric of her dress. The reality of what was about to happen settled over her—she was about to marry Eren. The boy she had known since childhood, the man she had fallen in love with, the person who had saved her in more ways than one. Her heart swelled at the thought.

Outside, Eren was waiting by the lake they had chosen for the ceremony. It was a spot they had discovered not long after they moved into the cabin, a place that felt peaceful, away from the horrors of the world. A large, ancient tree stood near the water’s edge, its branches sweeping down toward the surface of the lake, creating a canopy of leaves that provided shade and a sense of tranquility. It was the perfect place for their vows.

Eren had dressed simply for the occasion, wearing a plain white dress shirt and dark pants he had managed to acquire during his time undercover. There was no need for anything fancy, nothing to distract from the moment. His hair was tied back, a few loose strands falling around his face, and his eyes were focused on the tree, waiting for Aurora.

The elderly clergyman Eren had found stood nearby, quietly preparing for the ceremony. He hadn’t asked too many questions, assuming that Eren and Aurora were just a young couple in love, looking to be married in secret. Eren had given the man his undercover name, Eren Kruger, to keep their true identities hidden. The clergyman had simply nodded, happy to perform the service without prying.

When Eren heard the soft rustle of leaves behind him, he turned, and his breath caught in his throat.

Aurora was walking toward him, the wildflower bouquet in her hands, her white dress flowing softly around her as she moved. The sunlight filtering through the trees illuminated her like something out of a dream, casting a golden glow on her platinum blonde hair and the soft curves of her figure. She looked ethereal, breathtaking, and Eren couldn’t help but stare, his heart swelling with so much love it almost hurt.

Aurora met his gaze, a soft smile spreading across her face as she walked toward him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the bouquet. But as she drew closer to Eren, all of her nerves seemed to melt away. This was where she was meant to be—by his side, always.

When she finally reached him, Eren took her hand, his fingers gently intertwining with hers. He couldn’t stop the small, awestruck smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You look beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Aurora blushed, her smile widening as she glanced down shyly. “Thank you,” she whispered back, her heart fluttering at the tenderness in his voice. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”

Eren chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. For a moment, they just stood there, gazing at each other, the world around them falling away. It didn’t matter that they were in the middle of enemy territory. It didn’t matter that war was looming on the horizon. Right now, in this moment, all that mattered was them.

The clergyman cleared his throat gently, reminding them that the ceremony was about to begin. Eren and Aurora turned to face him, their hands still tightly clasped together.

The ceremony was short and simple, but it was perfect for them. The clergyman spoke softly, reading the vows that had been spoken by countless others before them. But for Eren and Aurora, the words carried a special weight. They weren’t just vows to love and cherish each other—they were promises to protect one another, to stand by each other in a world filled with danger and uncertainty.

When it came time for their vows, Eren turned to Aurora, his eyes soft but filled with unwavering resolve. He squeezed her hand gently, his voice low but steady as he spoke. “Aurora, from the moment we found each other again, I knew I couldn’t live without you. You’ve been my light in a world full of darkness, and I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. I’ll give you the world, no matter what it costs. I love you, and I always will.”

Aurora’s eyes filled with tears as she listened to him, her heart aching with love for the man standing before her. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke her own vows. “Eren, you’ve saved me in more ways than you’ll ever know. You’ve given me hope when I thought I had none left. I love you more than anything in this world, and I promise to stand by your side, no matter what. I’ll love you forever.”

The clergyman smiled softly at the two of them before he spoke the final words that would seal their bond. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Eren didn’t hesitate. He gently cupped Aurora’s face in his hands, his fingers brushing against her soft skin as he leaned in and kissed her. It was a slow, tender kiss, filled with all the love and promises they had just spoken to each other. Aurora melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back, her heart soaring.

When they finally pulled away, Eren rested his forehead against hers, a small, contented smile on his lips. “Mrs. Aurora Jaeger,” he whispered, his voice filled with pride and love.

Aurora smiled, her heart swelling at the sound of her new name. “Mrs. Aurora Jaeger,” she echoed softly, her voice filled with the same pride and love.

They stood there beneath the large, ancient tree, the lake shimmering in the background, the world around them quiet and still. For the first time in a long time, Eren felt at peace. He had Aurora, the woman he loved, and she was now his wife.

But even in this moment of happiness, Eren’s resolve hadn’t wavered. The Raid on Liberio was less than a month away, and the weight of that mission still loomed over him. But now, with Aurora by his side, he felt more determined than ever to see it through. He would do whatever it took to protect her, to create a world where they could live together in peace. Even if it meant burning everything else to the ground.

The clergyman gave them one last smile and blessing before he turned and left. And as the newlyweds walked hand in hand back to their cabin, Eren couldn’t help but feel that, despite the war, despite the bloodshed that awaited them, they had won something today. They had won each other.

And that, above all else, was worth fighting for.

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Later on that night, Eren led Aurora through the small garden behind their cabin, his hand warm and steady in hers as they stepped onto the soft grass. The moon hung full and bright in the sky, casting a silver glow over everything, making the scene before them feel even more magical. Aurora gasped softly as they came into view of the surprise Eren had prepared—a simple but romantic setup that made her heart swell with love and happiness.

There, under the soft light of the moon, was a nest of blankets and pillows, surrounded by the soft glow of candles. Wildflower petals, gathered from the surrounding woods, were scattered across the blankets in delicate patterns. Everything was laid out carefully, as if Eren had put his heart and soul into creating this moment for her. It was simple, but it was perfect. A gesture of love that left her speechless.

“Eren…” Aurora whispered, her voice filled with awe. “I… I didn’t know you planned this. It’s beautiful.”

Eren smiled, a rare, soft smile that only she ever saw. “I wanted to do something special,” he said, his voice low and full of affection. “I know we can’t have a honeymoon, not like a normal couple. But I thought… maybe this would make tonight a little better.”

Aurora��s heart swelled with emotion as she looked up at him. The man who had been through so much, who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, had taken the time to create something so beautiful, just for her. For them.

Eren moved away to light the candles, the soft flicker of the flames adding a warm glow to the moonlit garden. As he knelt down to light the last candle, Aurora watched him, her heart pounding softly in her chest. She hadn’t known what to expect tonight, but as she stood there, watching the man she loved more than anything, something inside her stirred.

Eren was always so careful with her, always putting her comfort above everything else, and she loved him for that. He never pushed her, never expected more than she was ready to give. But tonight… tonight she wanted to be close to him in a way she had never been before. She wanted to share herself with him completely, to show him how much she loved and trusted him.

When Eren finished lighting the candles and stood, Aurora felt a surge of emotion wash over her. She moved toward him, her bare feet softly brushing against the grass as she closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, she placed her hands gently on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. Eren looked down at her, his eyes soft but questioning.

“Aurora?” he whispered, his voice low, filled with concern and affection.

She looked up at him, her heart racing but steady in its certainty. Her blue eyes, reflecting the soft glow of the candlelight, met his gaze, and Eren could see everything she felt in that moment—the love, the trust, and the desire. It was written in every line of her face, in the way her hands trembled slightly against him, in the way her lips parted as she tried to find the right words.

“I want to be with you, Eren,” she whispered, her voice soft but full of emotion. “I want to be close to you… in every way.”

Eren’s breath caught in his throat at her words, his heart thudding in his chest as he processed what she was saying. He had always been so careful, always holding back because he didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. Even now, on their wedding night, he had prepared himself to wait, to take things at her pace. But hearing her say those words, seeing the love and trust in her eyes, made his heart ache with a love so strong it was almost overwhelming.

“Aurora… are you sure?” he asked gently, his voice low and filled with care. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready.”

Aurora smiled up at him, her heart full. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. “I’m sure, Eren,” she whispered. “I love you. And I trust you. I want this… I want you.”

Eren felt a rush of emotion surge through him, his eyes softening as he looked down at the woman he loved more than anything. Slowly, carefully, he reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. He could see the love in her eyes, the desire, the trust. It made his heart ache with the need to protect her, to cherish her, to love her the way she deserved to be loved.

Without another word, he leaned down and kissed her, soft and slow, his lips moving gently against hers as he poured all of his love into that one kiss. Aurora responded immediately, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as she leaned into him, her heart racing with anticipation and love.

The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more urgent, but always careful, always gentle. Eren’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, standing under the moonlight, surrounded by the warmth of the candles and the soft fragrance of the wildflowers.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to steady their racing hearts.

“I love you, Aurora,” Eren whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve loved you for so long. I’ll always love you.”

Aurora smiled, her eyes filled with tears of happiness. “I love you too, Eren,” she whispered.

Eren’s hands moved to her waist again, and slowly, he led her to the nest of blankets and pillows he had prepared. The candles flickered softly around them, casting a warm glow over the garden. Eren’s heart was racing, but it wasn’t just from desire. It was from the overwhelming love he felt for the woman sitting beside him.

As they lay down together, their bodies pressed close, Eren made sure to move slowly, giving Aurora every chance to stop if she wasn’t ready. But she never hesitated. Her hands moved to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I trust you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want this.”

Eren nodded, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. His lips found Aurora’s again, slow and tender at first, as though savoring the sweetness of each kiss. His hand rested gently on her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers tangling in Eren’s hair as she responded to his kisses with growing intensity. Each kiss seemed to pull them closer, the connection between them deepening as their bodies pressed together.

The warmth of Eren’s touch sent shivers down Aurora’s spine, and she felt herself melting under the weight of his affection. There was something so gentle, so deliberate in the way he kissed her, as if each touch of his lips was a silent declaration of the love he held for her.

Under the soft glow of the moon, Eren’s hands began to explore, his fingers brushing the curve of her waist, tracing delicate lines along her skin. Aurora felt a nervous flutter in her stomach as his hand moved to the small ties of her dress, and for a moment, she hesitated. This was the first time they had ever been this close, the first time she would bare herself completely to him.

But when she looked up into Eren’s eyes, all the fear and uncertainty melted away. His gaze was soft, filled with so much love and care that it made her heart ache. He wasn’t rushing her, wasn’t pushing her into anything—he was simply there, waiting, his love for her evident in every breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eren whispered against her lips, his voice low and filled with reverence.

Aurora blushed at his words, her heart racing as she nodded, silently giving him permission to continue. She trusted him completely—trusted him with her heart, her body, her soul.

With slow, gentle hands, Eren reached for the ties of her dress, his fingers working with care as he loosened the fabric. He moved slowly, giving Aurora time to adjust, time to let the moment sink in. As the dress fell away, pooling around her on the blankets, Eren’s breath caught in his throat.

The moonlight bathed her in a soft, ethereal glow, highlighting every curve, every line of her body. His eyes drank in everything, her soft skin, her supple breasts, the curve of her waist—it was all driving him wild. Aurora’s skin flushed under his gaze, but there was no shame, no fear—only love and trust. She looked up at Eren, her heart fluttering as she saw the passion and desire in his eyes. He was looking at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

Eren’s eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her bare body with a mixture of awe and tenderness. His heart pounded in his chest as the raw emotion between them became almost overwhelming. He wanted to worship her, to show her just how much she meant to him.

Slowly, he leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, then her collarbone, leaving a trail of soft kisses in his wake. Aurora shivered at the feel of his mouth on her skin, her hands gripping the blankets beneath her as she tried to contain the rush of emotions flooding through her.

Eren’s lips moved lower, kissing across her breasts, swirling his tongue around he sensitive nipples before leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach, each touch sending waves of warmth through her body. He moved with such care, such reverence, as though every inch of her deserved to be cherished. His lips found the soft skin of her thighs, and he left gentle love bites there, his hands resting gently on her hips.

Aurora’s breath hitched in her throat as she bit down on her lip, trying to contain the soft moans that threatened to escape. But Eren noticed, and he lifted his head, his eyes locking with hers, filled with a tender intensity.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his voice husky. “I want to hear you, Aurora.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, her breath shaky as she let herself relax, let herself give in to the feelings swirling inside her. She trusted Eren with every part of her, and she wasn’t going to hide from him.

Eren kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, one of his hands moving to intertwine with hers as they lay together beneath the stars. The world outside no longer existed—there was only this moment, only the two of them wrapped up in their love, making memories that would last a lifetime.

His other hand moved with gentle care as he slowly parted Aurora's thighs, his gaze never leaving hers. The moonlight bathed them in a soft, ethereal glow, casting a serene stillness around them. His eyes flickered down to her hot core and he could see by the way it leaked, Aurora was very aroused. His heart was racing, not from haste or urgency, but from the overwhelming love and devotion he felt for the woman lying before him.

He settled himself between her legs, one hand still intertwined with hers. Eren wanted her to feel everything—to know that in this moment, she was the center of his world. He pressed soft kisses along her inner thighs, his lips brushing her skin like whispers of affection. Aurora’s breath hitched, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, her fingers tightening around his as a wave of emotion washed over her.

He could feel her trust in him, the openness in her body and her heart, and it filled him with a sense of awe and responsibility. Eren’s touch was tender, every move deliberate, as though he was worshipping the ground she lay upon. He was aware of her every reaction, every sigh, every tremble of her body as she responded to his gentle caresses.

“Aurora,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence, as he pressed another soft kiss to her skin. The sound of her name on his lips sent shivers down her spine, and she let herself sink deeper into the moment, surrendering to the overwhelming warmth and safety that Eren provided.

Her fingers tightened around his as she felt the intensity of the connection between them growing. She had never felt this close to anyone before, and the trust she had in Eren, in this moment, made her heart swell.

Aurora's soft moans filled the quiet night air, growing louder with each tender caress and kiss Eren gave her. His movements were careful, deliberate, as though each touch was a silent declaration of how deeply he loved her.

Eren’s mouth finally latched onto her core and Aurora’s back arched as she let out a loud moan–her free hand instinctively reaching down to grip in his hair tightly. Eren swirled his tongue around her clit and sucked on it gently. He loved the way she was responding to him. Eren then began dipping his tongue into her hot slit, reveling in the delicious flavor of her juices that were overflowing down her thighs.

Aurora’s breaths became shorter, her chest rising and falling with each wave of sensation that coursed through her body. Her mind swam with emotions, the overwhelming love she felt for Eren mixing with the pleasure that was building inside her. The connection between them felt like nothing she had ever experienced before—it was as though their souls were intertwined, bound together by the love they had for each other.

Eren never took his eyes off her, watching as she responded to his every touch. He could feel her body tensing, her breath catching in her throat as the sensation within her grew stronger, her moans becoming more intense. He squeezed her hand gently, a silent reassurance that he was there with her, guiding her through the moment.

“Eren…” Aurora whispered, her voice breathless, filled with both love and need.

He responded by sucking on her clit even harder, his touch filled with nothing but care and affection. And then, with a shuddering gasp, Aurora felt herself reaching that point of no return, her body arching as she gave in to the wave of pleasure that washed over her.

Eren felt her tremble beneath him, and he held onto her, not letting go as she reached her peak, her soft cries of ecstasy filling the air around them. Her body pulsed with the intensity of the moment, and Eren stayed with his head buried between her legs swallowing every drop of her climax. His hand which was still entwined with hers was grounding her as she slowly came down from the high.

When it was over, Aurora’s head collapsed back onto the blankets, her chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. Her fingers were still tightly intertwined with Eren's, and she looked down at him, her face flushed, her eyes filled with both vulnerability and love.

Eren moved to lay beside her, pulling her into his arms as they lay together beneath the stars, the world quiet around them. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, holding her close, feeling her heart beating against his chest.

"I love you," Eren whispered, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Aurora smiled up at him, her heart full as she snuggled closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "I love you too, Eren. More than anything."

But even though she just had an intense orgasm…Aurora wanted more. And one look into Eren’s intense green eyes, she saw the desire swirling around in them—he wanted more too.

Aurora laid next to Eren, her nude form bare for him to drink in. Her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, shimmering in the candlelight. Her heart raced as she looked up at Eren, her body trembling not out of fear, but out of the sheer anticipation of what was to come. She had never felt this vulnerable, yet with Eren, she knew she was safe.

Eren’s breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, the sight of his bride filling him with a deep longing. His hands shook slightly as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside, revealing the toned, scarred muscles of his chest and arms. He had always been strong, but standing there with Aurora, he felt exposed in a way he never had before. His heart pounded in his chest as he slipped out of his pants, the cool air brushing against his skin.

Aurora’s eyes widened as she took him in fully, her gaze dropping to his manhood. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a deep red. The sheer size of him made her wonder if it would even fit, and she knew it would probably hurt, but despite the nervousness fluttering in her chest, she wanted this—wanted him. She had never felt so connected to anyone, and tonight, under the stars, she would give herself completely to him.

Eren was already trembling with desire, his body tense with anticipation as he gently pushed Aurora onto her back on the soft blankets. She let out a soft gasp as she lay back, the cool grass beneath the blankets grounding her. Eren moved over her, his hands trailing over her body with a reverence that made her heart swell. His touch was soft, but there was an underlying intensity to it, as if he was holding back the storm of emotions surging within him.

He hovered over her, his forehead resting against hers for a moment, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. His hand caressed her cheek, thumb brushing over her soft skin. “I love you, Aurora,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I love you too, Eren,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words was undeniable.

Eren positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs gently as he wrapped them around his waist. He lined himself up with her, the tip of his hardened length pressing against her core, and they both sucked in a breath. The sensation was foreign to both of them, but the desire to be closer, to become one, pushed them forward.

He moved slowly, pushing inside her inch by inch. Aurora gasped, her fingers digging into his back. The feeling was intense, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her body adjusted to him. Eren, too, hissed at the sensation, his brows furrowed in concentration as he fought to maintain control. The pleasure was overwhelming, more than anything he had ever imagined, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

He paused, sensing her discomfort. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained but full of concern.

Aurora nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “It’s okay, Eren,” she reassured him, though her breath was shaky. “I want this. I want you.”

With her permission, Eren continued, pushing deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both let out a simultaneous moan, the feeling of being connected so intimately overwhelming them. Eren stayed still for a moment, letting Aurora adjust to his size. He could see the tension in her expression, but also the determination. She was strong, his Aurora—stronger than anyone he had ever known.

After a few moments, Aurora shifted beneath him, her body relaxing as she got used to the sensation. She gave him a small nod, signaling that she was ready. Eren began to move, slowly at first, his movements measured as he fought the urge to lose himself in the pleasure. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through both of them, the connection between them growing deeper with every moment.

Aurora gasped as he picked up the pace slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders as she arched her back into him. “Eren,” she moaned softly, her voice laced with both pleasure and longing.

Hearing her say his name in that way nearly undid him. His control wavered, and he found himself moving faster, his thrusts growing harder, more desperate. He was gripping her tightly now, his hands roaming her body as if he couldn’t get close enough. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a fervent kiss, their breaths mingling as he murmured against her lips, “I love you, I love you so much.”

Aurora’s body trembled beneath him as she felt herself nearing the edge, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Eren’s body tensing as well, his movements becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back. But when she whispered his name again, pleading for him, he finally let go.

They reached their climaxes together, Aurora crying out softly as her body tightened around him, the sensation sending Eren over the edge. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he released inside her, the world around them fading away until it was just the two of them, lost in each other.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They lay there beneath the stars, their bodies tangled together, hearts racing as they came down from the high of their union. Eren held Aurora close, his hand stroking her hair as he whispered her name softly, over and over again, like a prayer.

In that moment, everything else—the war, the chaos, the destruction—seemed far away. Here, in the garden of the cabin he built for them, under the infinite starry sky and the blessing of the full moon, they were simply Eren and Aurora. Husband and Wife. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Eren felt a glimmer of peace.

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gimlilithegreat · 1 year ago

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Harry's list of things he could do for the supernatural community in Forks

This may or may not end up in the fic but gave me too much joy to write for me not to share...!

Things I can offer the muggle vampires:

Stock of magical creature blood (could also get wizard blood but that’s meant to be toxic? Don’t they have blood banks here? Surely, it’s not that hard to keep up a supply. Carlisle’s a doctor for fuck’s sake.)

Some kind of adjusted bubblehead to filter out the smell of blood? Necklaces, all done.

Age up potions so they can stick around in Forks a bit longer. Can probably stretch to 30 years with careful use.

Glamour enchantments to make them look a little less obviously supernatural (matching eyes and pale skin has to be a giveaway even for muggles, right?) (maybe see if Sharptooth will send me those charm bracelets that hold multiple enchantments. I never want to hand make chains ever again.)

Fun stuff (blood pops, fizzing whizbees, expandable bags)

Sleeping draughts – they seem to have enjoyed being unconscious, might be a less violent option for dreaming.

Just feel like blood replenishing potions would be useful, they don’t have to bite people, just tap ‘em.

Emergency obliviation services if they do something deeply stupid.

Emergency portkeys back to their house for when they do something deeply stupid.

Healing for the pet human. And any other muggles they reckon I can get away with to be honest.

Would an actual crystal ball help Alice? Foe glass?

Fire protection magic/potions.

Do all of them want to stay revenants? (will need a lot of research, order some mandrakes just in case).

Things the wolves might want:

Self-repairing/resizing clothes. I refuse to be a reparo button.

Calming draughts/Draught of Peace. They need it. Anxious bastards.

General healing services for any of them or their families if we can do it without the whole magic thing becoming obvious or with a secrecy contract. Scar removal/treatment.

Eduras potion? Being rock like might help in a fight with vampires. Strengthening elixir OR fire breathing? (Has the potential to be more chaotic than helpful. Not sure I trust Jake with fire.)

All of them need therapy from the sounds of it. Maybe a pensieve can help? Vampires too the sensitive bastards.

Pepper-up, everyone needs pepper-up.

Invisibility potions, invisible giant wolves seems like fun.

…what would wolfsbane do to a shapeshifter? Possibly not a good idea to try it. Find out if they have any negative reactions to aconite.

Mind protection/anti-scrying protection. (rings like the vamps? Or so they want something else?)

Wards – can hide their gardens etc from other muggles if they are trying to hide the whole giant wolf thing from the neighbours. Can ward their homes from all intruders if everyone in the house is willing to sign a secrecy contract. And if they don’t mind any guests getting slightly confused.

Safe house – can build some portable panic rooms/emergency port keys/Fidelius charmed space for emergencies. Happy to offer cabin as an emergency escape if threatened.

Marius Black fund – Already written to Sharptooth see what he can sort out.

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sitp-recs · 6 months ago

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hey liv!! my gf moves back home and away from me soon its been an emotional time in our household do you have any drarry recs that involve them long distancing/waiting for the other to come back to them ❤️‍🩹 thanks for all your work appreciate you !

I’m so sorry to hear that anon, sending hugs your way. It’s tough to navigate long-distance relationships but I know you guys will find your way back to each other soon enough ❤️‍🩹 I hope these recs can offer you some comfort:

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Dracula Dictionary, July 18th

Varna: a large city in Bulgaria, on the coast of the Black Sea

Whitby: a seaside town in the north of England

silver sand: a fine white sand used in gardening

Bosphorus: The Bosporus Strait, cuts through Istanbul to connect the Black Sea to the Sea of Marmara

Backsheesh: a tip, or a bribe paid to expedite services

Dardanelles: a strait that connects the Sea of Marmara to the Mediteranean Sea

Cape Matapan: the southernmost point of Greece

larboard: the left side of a ship

eight bells: referencing the ship's bell that is rung to time watches, with eight strikes per four hour watch. likely meaning 8pm here

deck-house: a cabin on top of a ship's deck

companion-way: a stairway or ladder that leads from one deck to another

bows: the frontmost point of a ship

hatchway: an opening in the deck

allay: calm, put to rest

stem: the most forward part of the bow

stern: the backmost part of the ship

handspike: a wooden bar, typically used in a capstan to raise the anchor

helm: the ship's wheel for steering

abreast: side by side

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Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures

Tom Askjem is a time traveler. Every May to November, he disappears into the bowels of the earth, descends to depths of 13’-plus, and returns to the surface with treasure—bottles and glassware from farming’s past.

After 1,800 pits and hundreds of thousands of relics, Askjem is equal parts archeologist, thrill seeker, and mole. Muscle on dirt, the North Dakota farm boy has turned an addiction into a career, multiple books, and a captivating YouTube channel with millions of views. However, Askjem seeks more than glass.

“I’m digging for adventure, history, and love,” he says. The past is in these holes and there are countless numbers of them across farmland.”

Time to hunt with a master.

The Infection

On the flats of extreme eastern North Dakota’s Traill County, Askjem, 32, prepares for a dig trip. “No mountains and no hills in the Red River Valley,” he describes. “You can see your dog run away for days. The land is mostly featureless, other than a few big cottonwoods and shelter belts where farms used to be.”

A mop of blonde hair sits atop a 6’-tall, lanky frame as Askjem saddles his pony—a Honda Civic. At the current mileage rate, the Civic will be junkyard fodder before it has a scratch: 60,000 backroad miles added to the odometer in the past six months.

Askjem piles layers of gear into the trunk, including three of each tool for insurance: shovels, pronged garden forks, trampoline pads, probe rods, buckets, plastic scoopers, trowels, tents, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, air mattresses, clothes, and waterproof, Redwing leather work boots.

“It never gets old,” he says, wearing a wide grin. “I caught the infection when I was a kid.”

Digging Bodies

Pushed from the Grand Forks area by the historic Red River flood of 1997, Askjem moved to a farm outside Buxton at six years young. The main property was an 1878 homestead—a progression from sod house to log cabin to the present standing 1898 farmhouse decked in Victorian-era woodwork and hardware.

Surrounded by history, including the skeletons of old wagons and rusting machinery, Askjem explored a 5-acre patch of woods on the property, and chanced on a garbage dump: pop bottles and trash.

Askjem dug.

“I went deep and found stuff going back to 1898. When you’re a kid living in the country, there’s no going down the street and there’s no hanging with friends to play video games—you make your own adventure. I started hitting up all the farmers I could find for leads.”

Behind the wheel of a rattling go-cart, Askjem sought Buxton old-timers and collected tips on abandoned houses. “They all helped me,” he says. “Nobody cared where I hunted because I was just a little kid exploring for all the right reasons.”

“I’ve still got an elementary school journal with an assignment describing my weekend,” he adds. “I wrote, ‘Me and Mom dug up old bodies.’ The teacher marked my paper out of concern,” Askjem describes, with an easy, deep chuckle. “I meant to spell bottles, not bodies. But it shows I was truly hooked.”

Indeed. Wonderfully hooked.

Soft Landing

Why are bottles buried under farmland and old house sites?

Prior to plastic and synthetics, glassware held everything: medicine, hygiene products, alcohol, soda, and beyond. Glass was it.

Additionally, prior to waste disposal services, homeowners discarded trash on-site—in back yard outhouses, trash depressions, burn pits, and wells or cisterns. In short time, the various ground receptacle spots were filled and forgotten.

“Let’s say, for example, a family moved in around 1880,” Askjem explains. “That site likely has two or three outhouse locations prior to World War l. The outhouse spots filled up at a rate according to family size. I dug one farmhouse site that had six outhouses in a 10-year span. Folks went into the outhouses and threw away bottles: medicine, opiates, beer, whiskey. It was convenient and private, and had a soft landing, and got covered quickly. Even now, the bottles often are still preserved.”

“Generally, these houses also had a burn pit and/or dump pit. In the early days, they burned all trash in the stove for heat. Also, homestead bucket wells were filled up with trash and bottles once they were replaced by pump wells. Cisterns also were eventually filled up, but most of those are associated with houses in town.”

And the sites remain, he emphasizes, hiding intact relics beyond the reach of farm machinery or tillage equipment.

X Marks the Spot

Location. Location. Location. Other than a tip or invitation, how does Askjem find dig sites?

X marks the spot, at least in the county courthouse or public library. He spends winters poring over early property transaction documents. “I look at lot sales. If several lots sold for $100 each in 1880, but one sold for $1,000 in 1885, the price climb tells the story and likely represents a building location.”

“I also read old newspaper archives, looking for hotel or business advertisements,” Askjem continues. “Then I can look up the proprietor’s name and keep tightening the scope, narrowing down the exact building location.”

“Every single house is different, but generally, in the countryside, outhouses were 30 paces out the back door. In the city, where most lots were 140’ long, outhouses could be as close as 5-10 paces.”

Confident of a site’s potential, Askjem first asks for permission to dig from the landowner. “Property owners are always so kind to me and I don’t hide anything I find. They’re curious about what is in the ground, just like anybody else.”

Second, he grids out the site. “I put down markers 2 paces apart, maybe 20 paces long. I push probe rods into ground and feel for compaction differences. Depending on the location, I’ll call in and have utility lines marked out for power and gas.”

Decked in Levi’s and a tank-top, it’s time to tunnel.

Claustrophobic Comfort

Shovel in hand, Askjem descends into a layer cake of dirt: black topsoil to brown-colored clay to telltale ash to a use layer containing treasure.

“Generally, I go deep to find old items in quantity. The earliest bottles were used to the last drop by farmers and thrown out empty. Therefore, when they froze in brutal Dakota winters, the glass didn’t break from liquid expansion.”

As Askjem extracts glass vessels from the dirt and grime, his encyclopedic knowledge registers with each find. He recognizes the type, manufacturer, and age. Ink bottles, hygiene bottles, medicine bottles, beer bottles, soda bottles—and far more spill from the holes.

“I find patented medicine bottles across the country, but my favorite are soda bottles because they are unique to their locale and have character. The old soda bottles are usually marked with the bottler and town name because they were returnable.”

The outhouse pits are typically 6’-deep at home sites, with an average size of 6’-by-4’-by-3’. “I’ve dug ghost towns, dug saloons, train depots, and pool halls that were 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 8’ deep. I remember a hotel pit that was 20’-by-20’ and 8’ deep. There was a military fort with pits behind the barracks that was 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 13.5’ deep: That was a week’s worth of digging.”

Askjem’s subterranean realm provides no comfort to the claustrophobic. At 8’-9’, he braces the holes with woodwork. “I’m in a solid clay base that doesn’t cave, but I have a healthy respect for the ground’s limitation. Sometimes, it looks like I’m digging a rabbit hole.”

Preserved in nature’s freezer, the artifacts unearthed by Askjem often are in phenomenal condition.

“Pieces of newspaper can still be read; bottle labels are legible; white lime used in decomposition is visible; and undigested seeds are everywhere. Even 120-year-old human waste sometimes is perfectly preserved and still smells like hell. I wear a hydrogen sulfide respirator in those cases.”

“It’s all there; almost like it was dropped yesterday.”

Ghosts in the Ground

In 2022, Askjem began chronicling his digs via a YouTube channel, Below the Plains, and soon captured millions of views. At two posts per week, he gins footage at a steady rate to feed the algorithm, a tough task considering the ground in his geography is frozen from mid-November to mid-May.

Additionally, Askjem has written two in-depth books (Nebraska Soda Bottles 1865-1930 and A History of North Dakota Bottling Operations 1879-1930) and has more on the way. “I put the bottle prices in the books because they can sell for a whole lot and I always tell the landowners. Listing prices draw criticism, but that’s important to me because it helps preserve the item, and preservation of history is what drives me.”

Covered in dust or mud at the end of each day in digging season, Askjem is highly respectful of what he finds—almost reverent after 1,800 digs. “I appreciate everything I uncover because it represents a part of someone’s daily life and existence. There’s nothing wrong with coveting bottles, but I’m really in those holes for the moment of discovery.”

Even when not digging, Askjem is on the move, surfing on the coasts or river diving for lost cargo. In the decades to come, will he continue burrowing into the past? “Twenty years from now, I hope I’m still digging and there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

“There’s not an infinite amount of lost bottle sites, but there’s certainly an incredibly high number,” he continues. “There were 300,000 homestead farms in North Dakota with a minimum of one well, one outhouse, and one trash dump. And that doesn’t include towns where most of the population lived. There are millions of these sites in North Dakota and far more in other states.”

Respect to a freewheeling hunter like no other. Bottles draw the eye, but ghosts draw the heart: “The moment never gets old when you uncover a bottle and find that history,” Askjem adds. “Never.”

By CHRIS BENNETT.

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