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aspoonofsugar · 13 days ago

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So you said Oshi no Ko is inspired by Monster. How do you think the endings compare?

Hi!

Thank you for this ask, I wrote about the comparison between the two series here. As far as the twon endings go, well, I think Monster's is masterful, whereas Oshi No Ko's is mediocre at best. It is not a narrative disaster exactly, but it is not good and since the rest of the story is very well written... well, the drop in quality is felt.

So, let's go with the comparison. First of all, for whoever does not know about Monster (and should) here is a synopsis and a quick foiling between the series and OnK.

NAOKI URASAWA'S MONSTER

Monster is one of Naoki Urasawa's work and a masterpiece to be honest. Here is its premise (spoilers! also read this story, if you have not and disliked Oshi No Ko ending... or in general just read it... it is wonderful).

Kenzo Tenma is a Japanese surgeon working in Germany during the Cold War. He is a prodigy, so his superiors usually assign him the cases of rich and important people. One night he finds himself in front of a choice. A child, Johan, arrives at the hospital with a bullet in the head and some minutes later he is ordered to operate on an influent politician. However, Tenma chooses to make the ethical choice and saves the child. This costs him his career, but he still feels he did the right thing. Some time later both Johan and his traumatized twin sister Nina disappear, just when Tenma's superiors all mysteriously die. As a result, Tenma becomes the head of the clinic and manages the hospital in a way it helps as many people as possible. Still, ten years later Johan comes back into his life and it is revealed that not only he is the one who killed Tenma's superiors, but also that he is a serial killer. Tenma and Nina go through parallel journeys to try to both stop Johan and discover more of the twins' mysterious past. Meanwhile, Tenma's ex Eva and Inspector Lunge look for Tenma for different reasons. Eva wants to both go back together with Tenma and get revenge on him. Lunge believes Tenma is the culprit behind Johan's mysterious streak of murders.

As you can see, there are some similarities with Oshi No Ko:

Monster is the story of a surgeon, who must track down a serial killer whose life he has saved. This monster is one of 2 twins and the story deals with the brother and sister uncovering their past

Oshi No Ko is the story of a doctor, who is murdered and reborn as his favourite idol's child. Together with him there is a twin sister and they must uncover their mothers' past and killer.

In short, in both series there is a pair of twins and a murderer. It is just that in Monster the twins have no memories nor sense of selves, while in Oshi No Ko they have too many memories and baggage.

In both stories, there is a villain (Johan and Kamiki), who is both victim and perpetrator and difficult to understand. This villain is a satanic archetype, who is excellent at manipulating people. He is a serial killer, who reiterates the traumas of his past over and over, out of a sense of emptiness.

Finally, in Monster the characters must uncover the truth behind Johan, while in Oshi No Ko they must find out who Ai really is. The former is about understanding a monster, whereas the latter is about empathizing with a goddess.

Now that we have the basic foiling down, let's try and explore the two endings. Monster's fully explores the theme it set up to explore. Oshi No Ko's instead doesn't. Let's see why.

JOHAN VS AI

Both Monster and Oshi No Ko have a main protagonist (Tenma and Aqua), who is trying to solve a mystery centered on another person (Johan, Ai). As a result, both Johan and Ai find themselves at the centre of the story. Readers keep on reading because they wanna uncover the mystery behind these two characters. Who is really Johan and why did he become a monster? Who is really Ai and what was she lying about?

However, the two series' payoffs are very different.

On the one hand Johan stays the heart of the story from beginning to end. His past is slowly revealed and there are several twists, which add depth to his character, while keeping the mystery strong. Finally, the very last chapter is called "The True Monster" and it offers a final interpretative key to understand Johan. Basically, up until the very end, Johan remains the key character and up until the very end there are things left to discover about him. His story is intertwined and foiled with that of everyone else's. From Tenma to Nina, to Eva to Lunge to Grimmer... everyone is a foil to Johan.

On the other hand Ai stays at the heart of the story up until the arc, which should be about her. The movie arc is where Ai progressively disappears from the narrative. Her role is slowly overtaken by Hikaru and later on Hikaru too disappears, so that Aqua can have his sad pretty boy moment :P. The story sets up a mystery about Ai, but it solves it at the very beginning with the climax of her arc. The story promises more about her, like an exploration of her idea that loving someone is to lie to them. However, when the time comes to explore this mentality, its toxicity and its contradictions are glossed over. Everything is overly simplified, so that there can be cheap twists.

The big reveal about Ai is that she truly loved Hikaru, even if she herself did not fully understand it... However, this was something clear even before it was told. Now this is not bad per se, but for this reveal to have any impact, it should have been built up differently. Ai's love for Hikaru, either good or wrong, should have been explored more and problemitized. For example, it is obvious Ai loves Hikaru when they meet... but would she love him even if she knew he would have turned out a killer? Would she have forgiven him, even if Hikaru had tried to hurt Ruby? Did Ai know it was Hikaru killing her? Or did she not know? A lot could have been done, for example, with the white rose... She could have understood it was Hikaru, if this flower had any particular meaning in their relationship... Actually I was waiting for the flowers to become meaningful, but then they did not. Rather it seems Hikaru started using them as his signature flower after Ai's death.

Not only that, but Ai's own children do not even have to struggle to empathize with her and discover how she felt, Ai herself told them directly. Overall this revelation, which is built up from the beginning ("Will Ai forgive Hikaru or not?") literally means nothing. Aqua isn't conflicted about it, Ruby delivering the line, where she forgives Hikaru in the movie is not even shown. Finally, Ai's feelings do not change Hikaru, nor have any real impact on him. Neither for good nor for worse.

Let's highlight that Monster does have a similar moment, where a character empathizing with another is framed as too little too late:

Here, Nina finally forgives Johan for his crimes. She does so as she is finally able to remember their shared past, to accept it and to accept herself. Her act is first of all an act of self-forgiveness and shows her growth from a traumatized girl focused on revenge into a forgiving and empathetic person, able to embrace the good in the world. It is the climax of her personal arc. However, her forgiveness does not change Johan nor stops him. Johan says it is too late and is ready to either kill or be killed. His line about how "some things can never be amended" refers to both his own crime and Nina's previous refusal of him. He refuses to forgive both himself and Nina. And yet, Nina's choice still matters. In fact, even after Johan refuses her forgiveness she sticks to it and when she gets the chance to let Johan die, she doesn't and insists he must be saved.

Ai's love and forgiveness of Hikaru is instead glossed over, as it is her final wish. Again, this would be fine if it was given any depth. It could have been framed as Aqua and Ruby having to dismiss Ai's final wish as a way to truly live their lives. Not held back by Ai's memory, as painful as it was. A way to let Ai go. Instead nothing of it happens. Ai is in the end nothing more and nothing else than the character so brilliantly summarized by the song "idol". Nothing of which we discover about her comes close to the power of her introduction and death. It is a pity because her relationship with Hikaru, her confused feelings of love and her choice to forgive him (or not) could have been great.

NINA AND JOHAN VS AI AND HIKARU

Nina and Johan are like Ai and Hikaru, as they are an exploration of how different people react to trauma.

Nina represses her bad memories, whereas Johan clings to them. That is the difference between them:

Nina refuses her trauma. She builds an identity that negates everything her trauma represents. She forgets about it all and when she tries to retrieve her lost memories through hypnosis, she tries to strangle her therapist.

Johan embraces both his and Nina's trauma. He builds a self identity that is everything their trauma represents. He is so scared of being nobody that he mistakenly confuses what Nina shares about a traumatic event with his own memories.

So, you see... Nina is a protagonist and Johan is a villain, but the point of their foiling isn't that she is good and that he is bad. Actually, the point is that Nina can be good because she has been relying completely on Johan to protect her. She has been burying her own memories, so that she could depend on Johan's violence to survive. Of course this is not done on purpose and it is a tragic consequence of the twins' tragic childhood. Still, what seems as a very straightforward case of good twin and evil twin turns out to be far more layered and complex.

The same isn't true for Ai and Hikaru. Ai and Hikaru's foiling stems from the fact they are both objectified by others. They are idols, objects of adoration and they resent this situation. They suffer and are unable to forge a real relationship with another person. They literally do not know how because they are both objectified by others, so they objectify others in return. Ai wants to love Hikaru, but is not sure of how to do it. Hikaru ends up idolizing Ai, like others do. This is an interesting premise, which would have been perfect to explore the main theme of objectification and love... except the series doesn't.

The solution of Ai and Hikaru's foiling isn't that you should not idolize others... even if the idea seems to be suggested multiple times throughout the story:

The solution is that there is a positive idolization:

And a negative one:

So, Ai is a good idol because she accepts the love others give her, loves them back and brings them joy.

Hikaru instead is a bad idol because he uses his influence on others to hurt them.

Now, I do not hate this foiling tbh. I think again that with the proper exploration it could have been fascinating. I also think the series never meant to negate the fact entertainment and idols can bring joy, fun and inspire others. Still, you can't introduce a third dimension to your theme (people should not be objectified) and then go back to a white and black vision. It creates a dissonance, if done poorly. And I think here it is so.

NINA AND JOHAN VS RUBY AND AQUA

As explained above, Nina and Johan are a twist on the evil twin and good twin. In particular, Johan willingly acts as Nina’s shadow.

The shadow is everything the person represses and does not want to see about herself. It is a concept that truly fits Nina’s character After all, when we meet her:

She is running away from the darkness and violence of her past.

Nina is determined not to really face her shadow. This is why she represses her memories, tries to kill Johan when she discovers what he has done:

And tries to kill him again after she remembers him as an adult. However, you can't kill your shadow. You can only accept it. Nina does not and symbolically her attempted murder of Johan leads Johan to grow more and more desperate until he spirals completely.

Ruby and Aqua play with light and darkness, as well. In a sense, Aqua does try to act as Ruby's shadow as he is the one who is ready to face darkness and die, so that Ruby can keep on shining brilliantly and live.

By the end Aqua dies for Ruby's life, but in his last moments he wishes to live:

I would not be surprised if Ruby kept on living, despite the darkness she feels inside:

That said, both Ruby and Aqua have a dimension, which is never fully explored:

Aqua and Ruby have moments where they lose the star in their eyes and get the chance to simply be people. However, this dimension is never fully addressed (especially for Ruby) and quickly disappears. Once again the dimension, where idolization can be refused is only brought up briefly and never truly explored.

Finally, both Johan and Nina and Ruby and Aqua have an unhealthy obsession with each other, with some incestuous subtext. Still, this obsession is treated very differently.

Johan sends his sister flowers and tells her "he was born to smother her with flowers". He is also obsessed with her and at one point he crossdress as her (also to confuse the people who are following him). Still, this obsession is presented for what it is: wrong. Not only that, but despite the creepy flower lines, Johan and Nina's relationship is never presented as sexual. Johan is obsessed with Nina and organizes his whole identity around hers... Still, there is no kiss, nor love confession nor attempted rape. The subtext is used in the beginning to convey Johan's obsession and disappears as the story progresses and we get to better understand why Johan is obsessed with Nina.

Aqua and Ruby's incestuous subtext is instead never solved. Personally, I was not so outraged by Ruby having feelings for Sensei, cause I thought it was something she had to overcome in order to grow up tbh. I saw it as a freudian motif, an obsession Ruby would have overcome as she finally leaves Sarina behind and embraces her new life. However, this does not happen. Ruby straight out tells Aqua she loves him and this is never addressed again. Aqua has an inner monologue about how he loves Kana and the person Ruby loves was his past self... But this is not the point. The point of such a plotline, if you wanna insert it, should be that Ruby has to get over Sensei, realizing she never truly fell in love with him... but rather that hers was a simply infatuation. A precocious crush and nothing more. Instead this never happens and ends up being completely irrelevant and taking away time that could have been used for more relevant plotlines.

JOHAN VS HIKARU

Finally, let's talk about Johan and Hikaru. Both characters want to do the same thing: they wanna deconstruct the Freudian Excuse trope:

The writers have a villain, and they want to give that character some depth. The obvious solution is to Pet the Dog. Unfortunately, that tends to make the character less scary, causing Badass Decay and Villain Decay. Instead, writers may keep the villain (especially The Sociopath) just as vile as before, but reveal that they have a reason for being that way. The most popular one is the Freudian Excuse: the villain had an abusive and particularly violent backstory (such as Abusive Parents, being bullied by peers, being raped in the past, etc.), making them insane and warping their perception on the universe, and that's why they're sociopathic Serial Killers going on a Roaring Rampage of Revenge, or why they want to destroy everything out of their misery, or why they're Straw Nihilists who adhere to The Social Darwinist philosophy that it's a Crapsack World where Might Makes Right.

Both are young men, who went through horrible traumas and were turned into monsters. Still, Johan deconstructs this trope successfully imo. Hikaru instead doesn't.

Johan's story keeps on presenting and subverting or deconstructing popular tropes associated to villains:

At one point he says there is a "monster inside of him". Nina takes it at face value and thinks Johan has a double personality. However, this is proven false. It is a simplistic black and white solution to Johan's mystery, which is quickly discarded.

Secondly, Tenma discovers Johan as a child was taken into an abusive environment, where experiments were taken on children, to the point they would lose their humanity and memories. Obviously he believes this is what warped Johan. Except this is not the case... Johan was already a killer when he joined this abusive environment. It obviously had an effect on his psyche, but it is not what "created him".

Thirdly, it is revealed one of the twins witnessed a horrible and violent massacre. Everyone, including Johan himself, believes it was him who saw all this, becoming traumatized. Except it is finally revealed Nina is the one who saw the massacre play out, then she told Johan and eventually repressed this horrible memory. Johan instead made this memory his and tricked himself into believing he had really witnessed the whole thing.

So, Johan's story is one which masterfully deconstructs popular tropes. He was not changed because of one bad day. His self is the resulf of all his life: it stems from his weak lack of self, his and Nina's trauma, his fear of being betrayed by adults and his wish to protect Nina. Everything we discover helps us understand him, sure. However, it does not excuse him because Nina too underwent the same experiences and did not become a murderer (even if she could have).

Every twist does not detract from what we previously knew, but adds to it and it creates a character, who is both a monster and human.

Hikaru is instead reduced to a very cheap "cool motif, still murder". He is introduced as horrible since he is shown killing an actress. Then, he is humanized throughout the movie arc and he is given complexity. Some revelations are potentially interesting... Like the fact he did not willingly kill his rapist (I thought he did) and the idea he did not even mean to kill Ai. However, everything is then sacrificed to turn him into a big bad and a monster. Now, tbh I actually LOVED the twist Hikaru was the final villain. I had found the happy ending very cheap and I thought that this twist was there, so that we could have had a more gray conclusion, with some deep dive into Hikaru's head. An exploration that showed how he was a villain and maybe lost, but also that explained to us his reasoning and showed him as very human.

I would have loved if his confrontation with Aqua and a later confrontation with Ruby could finally wake him up and let him see his children as people, instead than tools to just reiterate his obsession for Ai. Like, I even think Aqua set up the perfect chance for redemption for Hikaru. As in the end, he could have taken the fall for the ONLY crime he did not committed, that is Aqua's attempted murder. So, that he would go to prison leaving Aqua and Ruby to live as they wanted. instead, we have a character, which was presented as complex reduced to a caricature of himself. By the way, if you wanted to show Hikaru was too gone... I think you could have done it... but you can't add complexity to a character and then take it away. If you do so, then you are bound to make people angry.

Again, Monster does successfully present Johan as a monster. He does a lot of horrible things and by the end you, as a reader, do not really have to forgive him. The story even lets enough space for you to wonder if the characters did the right choice into saving him. Moreover, Johan's past does not justify his actions in any way. Still, whatever you might think about Johan morally, you arrive at the end of Monster with the acknowledgement that Johan is a person. Not only that, but the point is that he is a monster PRECISELY because he is a person. It is his humanity, which turns him into a monster. Just like his humanity might help him become a person once again.

SECONDARY CHARACTERS

Without going too deep into this, but Monster has two other main supporting characters, other than the 3 main protagonists (Nina, Tenma and Johan). They are Lunge and Eva. Both of their arcs complement the themes, both are gorgeous, tie into the story and are completed. They advance the plot and subplots, but they are not sacrificed to it. In particular, Eva is a great example of how to take an overused misogynistic trope (the crazy ex-girlfriend) and how to make a wonderful character out of it. Eva is initially a horrible person, she is selfish, a woman-child, obsessive. She is also hurt, lonely and suicidal. As the story goes on she blooms into her self. She spends the majority of her story wanting to get back together with Tenma. And Tenma save her multiple times. However, by the end it is not through Tenma that she changes. She develops thanks to the meeting with another character. And in the end she ends up alone. Her arc is that she needs to stop depending on others and must forge her own life.

In comparison, Kana and Akane start the story as two wonderful characters. They have their own arcs, they tie into the plot and into Aqua's arc. However, they also feel, as if they have their own subplots, as well. Except that by the end, the ball is dropped and both are reduced to pieces of Aqua's harem. Their individual arcs do not matter to the story anymore. The relationship they have with each other, which is set up as extremely important, is left unexplored. Their contribution to the story is that they are both in love with Aqua, but their loves for him are not challenged. Kana is in love with Aqua's mask and never gets to discover the real him. Even if she is set up as his love interest since their first meeting. Akane's love for Aqua is set up as an obsession and a lie, something she needs to overcome, so that she can have a real relationship with him. One rooted in respect and friendship. Still, she is left crying, idolizing Aqua and regretting that they could not have killed Hikaru together. All of this is kind of distasteful imo.

THE ENDING

In general, Oshi No Ko's fake happy ending is Monster's ending, but cheap.

The character set up as the monster (Hikaru/Johan) is given complexity

The main girl (Ruby/Nina) forgives him and symbolically saves him

The main protagonist (Aqua/Tenma) eventually lets go of revenge and in this way he saves himself

The character at the core of the series (Ai/Johan) is finally understood and their mystery is solved in a way that frees the characters

Still, Monster does this in a way, which is real. Nina and Tenma has to struggle with forgiving Johan. Up until the end they are unsure of what their choice will be: murder or forgiveness. Aqua and Ruby's choice to forgive Hikaru is glossed over. It could have been such a cool opportunity especially for Ruby's arc. Where her forgiving Hikaru (her parent) as Ruby might have tied with her forgiving her parents as Sarina. It could have been a way for her to find closure.

However, the author preferred to use all Monster's trope in a cheap way to justify a dark twist and a tragic ending, which is not as powerful for the simple reason the story itself is not written as a tragedy.

It is funny really because often people think tragic ending are more powerful than positive one. More cathartic. And they can be. However, in this case, Monster's positive ending is way deeper and more cathartic than Oshi No Ko's superficial one, which is rooted in shock value.

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restwellsoon · 4 months ago

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Nothing in Particular | 3 - What's in a Name?

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi’s life.

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Warning: Uramichi jerkin' it <3

Your to-go containers sat innocently on Uramichi’s counter as he passed them each day. You hadn’t seen each other in weeks despite the promise to do so more often. Usahara mentioned something called ghosting, where things seemed like they were going very well, then the other person would disappear without a trace. Was that happening to him?

He shook his head. No, it couldn’t be because you texted several times a week. Were you actually talking though?

Hi, when are you free? Sorry, overtime again. How was your day? Ugh, busy. Good morning! Good night!

Leaning against the counter, he analyzed your conversation until unexpectedly your photo ID popped up on his screen, making him jump. He waited a few seconds before answering it. You hadn’t called him before.

Bumping the call volume to its max setting, his ears still strained to hear you. All he could tell was that you were talking to a man, though he couldn’t hear the words clearly. His stomach sank. He should have known that things were too good to be true. Rather than letting the masochistic side of him win and continue to listen, his finger hovered over the ‘end call’ button.

“Huh? Ura…?” You said, voice suddenly clear. “Excuse me, Sakumoto, there’s something I need to take care of. I expect an email with more details by the end of tomorrow.”

Had he been listening this entire time, or was this a long voicemail? “Uramichi…?”

He said your name. “Hello?”

Fiddling with the pen on your desk, you smiled when you heard him speak. “Sorry for the random call! I’m still at work right now, trying to tie up loose ends for that team dinner on Friday.”

Ah, so it wasn’t what he thought it was. That sick feeling in his stomach disappeared as he hummed, scrolling back a few days to see that you did mention having to plan something nice for your team.

Putting away your things and slinging your bag around your shoulder, you pulled out your earbuds to keep your hands free. “You’re quiet,” you noted. “Guess I must have disturbed ya, huh?”

He shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “No, I’m just a little tired. I just got back from the gym.” A part of him was waiting for a comment about being a gorilla or that he was a meathead.

Pushing past the front door, you didn’t bother to give your workplace another glance. You were too busy thinking of a sweaty Uramichi lifting weights and breathing heavily. His face probably flushed easily and his sweat made his hair stick to his forehead. You thought of the way his Adam's apple moved as he gulped down water. Good thing you were done for the day–and good lord, was it already night?--because your thoughts were definitely NSFW.

“Ooh, look at you. Good job,” you said. “I’ll let you get your rest then.”

He gripped the edge of the counter, somehow not expecting that answer. Was it only him that wanted to talk longer? Ah, but you said you were just leaving work. He looked at the clock. It read a god awful 8:30 PM.

“Oh, and Michi? It was so nice to hear your voice.” He could hear your smile. Did you actually mean that? He found himself smiling back at your words. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

---

Smokes in hand, Uramichi stiffened when he felt an unknown presence stalking behind him. It couldn’t have been Amon. He was out on vacation. Besides, this person’s aura felt far too menacing compared to the creative producer.

“Oh, Uramichi oniisan~” Utano sang from behind. When he didn’t stop, her voice dropped. “Hey, we need to talk.”

He was a few paces from the smoke room, and slowly he turned to see if he could make a run for it. Utano was somehow behind him, but at the very least she was pushing him towards where he wanted to go.

“I heard you and my friend had a lovely chat a while ago,” she said. At least she let him light up his cigarette before their break was over.

Uramichi took a quick puff, letting the smoke dissipate slowly upwards. “How’d you know?”

Giving him a look before rolling her eyes, she should have known that this was an Uramichi–and an Usahara and Iketeru too–type question. The lack of experience with women was obvious.

“Duh, we’re friends . We tell each other everything.”

He smoked a bit more without saying anything. He considered him and Nekota friends but certainly didn’t share all the details of his life with him. Kumatani, Iketeru, and Usahara were in the same boat too. There were things about each other that they didn’t know and didn’t care to know either. What was the point in knowing everything about someone’s life?

“So is everything good?” She asked, annoyed with his silence.

“Uhh, yes?”

Utano assessed his facial expression and body language. Uramichi’s arms weren’t crossed, letting his hand that held the cigarette dangle at his side. His ankles weren’t crossed either, meaning he wasn’t hiding anything or acting defensive. He spoke and looked at her with a confused expression. Even though he wasn’t as much of a liar as Kumatani or Usahara, she still couldn’t trust him. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Iketeru and lacked their kouhai’s brutal honesty too.

“Good,” she smiled.

She’s weird when she’s cryptic, Uramichi thought. “Why do you ask?”

Continuing her assessment, she noted that his mood has been more stable these days too. Naturally, she attributed it to your good work.

In her grating cheerful work voice, she spoke, “Things are better when we get along.”

“Huh?”

Deciding that she was done with him, Utano offered a few last words to a bewildered Uramichi. “Make sure you treat my friend well… or else! ☆”

“Chicks are pretty scary,” he mumbled to himself as he ashed the end of his cigarette onto the tray. What was the point of their conversation?

---

Uramichi just needed to get through the work week. His final obstacle before he could enjoy his weekend was a dreaded dinner that the station decided to throw in his honor. Apparently, he was in the running to win a Galaxy Award for outstanding television host, which was a surprise since he didn’t consider himself one. Regardless, his win would give MHK and their show more fame, which equaled more views and more revenue. He hoped that it also meant a bigger paycheck.

He doubted it though as he followed the directions to an upscale restaurant in Roppongi. The station would rather splurge on luxuries like these instead of paying their workers what they were worth.

Tugging at his tie, he loosened it a bit before stepping inside. The only time he ever dressed up was when he had to give official interviews as a gymnast and at the year-end work party. He couldn’t wait to dress down into something more comfortable.

The bathroom mirror’s bright lights showed every pore and wrinkle you had as you did one last once over on your appearance. Sticking to your rule to be overdressed instead of under, you smoothed over your clothes, making sure you looked neat. Your dress fit tighter than you’d like, an oversight you made by changing your outfit last minute. At the very least, your hair and makeup looked good.

Your assistant, Sakumoto, had done well with his assignment. Your goal was to make the teams that you managed feel appreciated. After all, you had asked a lot out of them in the past quarter, and their quiet grumbles and complaints weren’t completely lost on you.

It was a shame that he couldn’t rent out the entire place. Sure, your boss wouldn’t have liked how much you spent, but you’d been in your position long enough to know how to write off certain expenses. It’d be worth it too, you could argue, to have happy employees.

Leaving the bathroom and entering the dining room, you were confused to see Sakumoto and two other supervisors, Hasegawa and Iwamoto, crowding around what was obviously the other party that had the other half of the restaurant. Other staff joined their crowd, and quickly you rushed to assess the situation.

“Uramichi oniisan! Love your work, buddy. If it weren’t for you, my wife and I would be going insane. Jotaru uses up all of his energy doing those ABC calisthenics!”

You turned at the sound of your name. “Utano?”

Giving you a hug, she pulled you aside, giving the crowd a glance. “Hey girly! I didn’t know you were doing your team dinner here. Oh my gosh, we should totally merge parties.” You both looked at the intermingled groups. “I didn’t know that a lot of people on your team were huge fans!”

Sakumoto was chatting with the director while Hasegawa and Iwamoto talked to Iketeru. The other staff continued to surround Uramichi and two other actors that Utano said were the mascots. You hummed, “Yeah, I didn’t know either.”

While Usahara and Kumatani bickered and the other people made their way to Iketeru and the Derekida, Uramichi tried to find a viable escape route from this exhausting social situation. Instead, his eyes spotted you and Utano talking.

He called out your name, making you turn from your conversation. You weren’t sure why you were expecting him to be in exercise gear, especially when Utano herself was dressed up, but you were pleasantly surprised to see how well he cleaned up. This look gave him the aura of a true TV star.

“No way,” you heard Akane, a new hire that you already had to keep an eye on, whisper loudly. “How does our boss know such a hottie?”

Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen you in a while, but Uramichi couldn’t help but blurt out that you looked nice. Utano watched the exchange with the pleased look of a successful matchmaker before giving you space (and so she could watch from afar).

“I could say the same about yourself,” you said, giving him one last look for good measure. It’d be the only casual comment you’d give him. You had to remind yourself that you were at a work event and needed to be professional.

You could already see your staff gathering around you both. Good. You didn’t have to herd them to the correct side.

“I see some of you have already met the stars of Together with Maman, like my dear friend Ms. Tadano as well as Mr. Omota and Mr. Daga along with other members of their production team. It seems like they’re here for their own celebration, so let’s be respectful of that and give them some space.”

Utano waved after her introduction as did Iketeru. Unfortunately, Uramichi was different.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” he told them, then turned to you, “and please, call me Uramichi.”

“We love you, Uramichi!! I can get laid in the morning because of ya’ll!”

Shooting a glare at Daiki, you mouthed that you’d talk to him later. Daiki paled.

Clapping your hands, you hoped that the team would finally get the cue that you wanted them to leave the Together with Maman team the fuck alone. You hated having to repeat yourself. You also didn’t want to look bad in front of Uramichi.

“Thanks so much for being so welcoming, Mr. Omota. Now let’s get ready for dinner and drinks, team!”

Why were you calling him Omota again? Didn’t you both agree to call each other by your names? “No need to be so formal,” he reminded you. “I don’t care what they call me, but you should call me by my requested name.”

Utano snickered behind her drink as you stared at Uramichi blankly. After knowing Uramichi for years, she knew exactly what he was doing. He really wanted to feel close to you. In a way, she felt sorry for questioning his sincerity and motives towards you earlier. This man was unknowingly dealing with an adult crush, and he was so fucking cringe.

Surprisingly, it was Usahara who had come to your rescue, pulling Uramichi away while Kumatani followed behind them. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. “Quit bullying her, bro. That’s not how you get chicks.”

Bullying? Uramichi only wanted to be less formal with you.

To prove his point, Usahara turned back at you and winked, earning a very bewildered look out of you. Quickly, you returned to your team.

Despite the unexpected introduction and mingling, the team dinner had gone without a hitch. Your team was happy, full, and drunk, which you hoped meant that they would continue to keep up the good work. You hoped that you could pay them off with good food and booze until the end of the year, or at least until your own annual review.

Unfortunately, being the host meant that you were the last to leave. Paying the bill, you sighed. Exhaustion made the alcohol hit your system quicker. At least you wouldn’t look like a fool in front of your co-workers.

It was a shame though. You wanted to hang out with Utano more, but your friend had left about an hour prior with her boyfriend. You wouldn’t want to be a third wheel with them anyway.

With no one left from your company, you left the restaurant, pausing when you saw a familiar person smoking outside.

“I thought you left a while ago,” you told Uramichi.

He couldn’t say that he was stalling just to see you. “Yeah,” he exhaled, “they threw this party because of me, so it’d be rude if I was the first to leave.”

You nodded. “Utano told me about your nomination. Congrats!”

Trying to downplay his achievement, he shrugged out a thanks and tossed his cig in the trash. “Anyway, let’s head to the station. We might miss the last train.”

Following in his step, you teased him, “Uh-oh. Don’t tell me that you’re gonna walk me home after.”

He gave you a look. “Strong, independent women in their 30s still need to be protected late at night, especially when they’ve had a bit to drink.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

---

Ugh, the ride back home would take a half-hour. Clutching your purse in your lap, you leaned forward in your seat while Uramichi stood in front of you. The alcohol was really hitting and had you wondering if you really had overdone it. You closed your eyes as you tried to stop the spins from getting to you.

The train car grew emptier with each stop, and soon its movement lulled you to sleep.

Your head rested on something more comfortable than your hands, and you nuzzled your face into whatever it was.

Uramichi mumbled your name in a strangled voice, “Hey, um, could you uh, could you move?”

Why would you need to do that? Opening your eyes, you saw his zipper, then looked more and saw a bulge. Oh.

Jolting up, you sat back into your seat, relieved that no one was around to see you. Somehow, the fact that you were alone was worse. The subway air felt thick each time the door opened. Uramichi’s cheeks were flushed. Your new position didn’t change the fact that you were eye-level with his boner.

Sliding into the seat beside you, he pointed towards his arm. “You can rest still if you want. We have about twenty more minutes until we reach our stop.” His blush spread to his ears and down his neck. “I think this way will be more comfortable for both of us.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you took him up on that offer.

“How ‘bout one more drink before the night ends?” You asked, getting a second wind from your power nap as well as newfound sobriety. You stretched your arms overhead, a bit stiff from sleeping while sitting up.

Although Uramichi said that leaning on his shoulder would be more comfortable, it was a lie. Asleep, your arms fell limp. One hand covered his own while the other laid precariously on his lap. Your knees bumped into his thigh, and your breasts pressed into his arm.

Honestly, all he wanted was some relief from this unintentional torture you put him through, but it was difficult to refuse you.

Trying to think of what was open, the two of you had limited options. The konbini, Cat Kick… Oh. That place might work, if you were willing.

“My place is right there,” he said sheepishly while pointing out his building. “I have a few bottles if you don’t mind something a bit stronger than beer.”

“Ah, the really nice apartments,” you noted. Uramichi lived in the high-rise that had its own doorsman.

Uramichi tried to find other reasons why you should go to his place instead of a bar; any reason would do to make him seem less creepy. “Oh! And I still have your containers from last time.”

“Right. I was really missing those actually,” you winked, “so I guess I might as well stop by and get them.”

There was a skip in your step as you followed him home.

---

Taking a good look at his apartment, you tried to memorize everything you could, in case you’d never see this place again. Despite all of his accolades and trophies, his walls and shelves were surprisingly devoid of any of that. The only hint that Uramichi might even be into any sport at all were the dumbbells and hand grips he had in a corner and some workout magazines on the table.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” you said as you made yourself comfortable at the table.

Uramichi looked up from what he was doing. He was already pouring himself a large glass of whiskey on the rocks.

You looked at him, then the cup while Uramichi grew conscious about just how much he drank. You regretted saying what you did as he continued to pour. He only stopped just a hair before it would overflow.

And because of social etiquette, he slowly pushed the glass towards you, not spilling a drop despite your hopes. With a tight smile, you accepted it.

“You really don’t have to finish that,” he said, pouring himself an identical glass.

“Oh, it’s fine!” You smiled. “You poured it for me, and I asked for it. It’d be rude not to drink it all.”

Life left your eyes as you swallowed hard to get through the burn.

Coughing, you asked him, “So how was the rest of your night? Sorry about my co-workers. I didn’t know that they were fans.”

He shrugged, “I’ve had worse conversations from parents. But yeah, the rest of the night was fine.” He was hoping that the two parties would merge, but you seemed hellbent on keeping your team in line.

Taking a smaller sip, you said, “I didn’t realize how popular you are. Now I’m kind of worried that there might be more competition than I realized.”

“With the kids program?” He asked.

Before you could say that no , you were not talking about the kids program, respectfully fuck the program, and that you were trying your hardest to flirt with him, Uramichi continued to speak.

“I mean, there are a few other educational programs out there, but a lot of ‘em nowadays are more focused on entertainment. Honestly, I think it’s a bit overstimulating for the targeted age group.”

You finished the rest of your drink in two large gulps, wiping away the tears in your eyes and mumbling about the burn. “Is that so?” You coughed. “Well, that makes you even more amazing.”

How had he finished his drink before you? He made zero indication that he even drank at all–no coughing, no wincing, nothing.

“Actually, I think what you do is more amazing instead. One of your kouhais was telling me that you’re one of the youngest regional managers at the company.”

“It’s not that impressive,” you admitted. “I just… do the bare minimum, which is apparently still too much compared to others–that’s how I fast-tracked it to my current position. And what did it get me other than a slightly larger salary and a significantly larger amount of work?” You shook your head. “I should have spent my 20s at the club or going on gokons.”

“Oh… is that what you’re into?”

“Not really,” you swirled the ice around in your cup. “I guess I feel like I missed out on a lot of things because of work?”

As a child, you were sold the lie that girls could have it all–a career, a family, and a fulfilling social life–and it was only in adulthood that you realized how difficult it was to balance all three. You never dated because you were too busy getting promotions. Your friend group slowly dropped off as each of you submitted to social expectations and life’s demands. All you had was this shitty job that you needed in order to live.

Uramichi felt the same way with his gymnastics career. The fame and glory meant nothing when it felt like he was falling behind and failing at life.

You rambled on, “I mean, we didn’t even get to have dinner together or see each other until now.”

Somehow your honesty embarrassed him, just like when you spoke on the phone. You made him feel important.

“I’m happy that we’re able to be together now though,” he said, “ alone too.”

Were your feelings finally getting across to him? Maybe he was an honest drunk.

“Is that so, Michi?” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much around him.

His mouth twisted into a pout. “Aw, don’t play cute by calling me that when it’s just us.”

“I knew that was what you wanted me to call you at the restaurant! Why ?”

There was an innocent look in Uramichi’s eyes. They sparkled with hope and misunderstanding. “Didn’t we agree to call each other by our first names? It felt like you were going back on your promise.”

That little devil!

“Well, uh, yeah,” you trailed off, recalling that embarrassing incident at the market, “but not while I’m at work! People will be suspicious!”

“Suspicious of what?” He asked, all charm gone from his features and voice. He was serious, as if he didn’t know what you were talking about.

Now that you thought about it, what would that imply? It seemed like a lot of people were on a first-name basis with Uramichi, and people called out to him like that because of his work. It was something that you could easily get away with. Was there anything to be suspicious about between you and Uramichi? Maybe you were just friends or had known each other for a long time. No one knew your history together. How did he see you anyway?

Your dark thoughts only grew darker because of the alcohol, and you fell into an all-consuming spiral. You looked up from your glass, laughing. “You’re right. I guess I’m overthinking things!”

Standing up, you thought it’d be best to leave before you did something embarrassing. “Anyways, I think I should go now.”

The clock read that it was nearly two in the morning. “No way,” Uramichi said firmly, holding you by the wrist. “It’s late, and you’re drunk.”

The problem with alcohol was that it was hard to notice how hard it hit you until you started moving. Everything was spinning, and your body felt heavy and slow. “It's fine!” You tried to argue and pull away. “‘‘m fine!”

---

And as life would have it, things were not fine as you woke up to the sun peeking in through the curtains, strategically blinding you. Groaning, your head pounded from the hangover. You were hoping that all you’d feel today was some photosensitivity and a headache instead of wasting your day by the toilet.

Turning from the sun, your leg wrapped around something that was firm yet soft. You felt the mattress. It definitely wasn’t yours. The sheets didn’t smell like your sheets either. They smelled like…You buried your head into the pillow. A man?!

You employed all the techniques that your company equipped you with for stress management: breathe deeply, express gratitude, ground yourself in the present… Ugh, that was all a load of shit in this situation!

You recalled everything you could from last night: team dinner, train, Uramichi’s place, you hurt your own feelings after drinking too much, then left. You left… right? All you could remember were your intentions to leave and spilling water on your clothes, then changing out of them right after.

Which meant that this bed and these sheets were Uramichi’s.

And the person that you were cuddling was…

“What the fuck?!”

You were met with the blank stare of some disgusting human-bird chimera. Trying to avoid its judgemental gaze, you weren’t sure if you should look at its beak or lips, eventually settling on its bright blue buttoned top. Why the hell was it human-sized too?

“You’re not Uramichi!”

In your fright, you threw the creature with all your strength. It landed a foot away from the bed with a thud.

A shirt that wasn’t yours pooled at the tops of your thighs as you sat, tickling your bare legs. You grabbed your boobs. No bra on either. Shifting, you were grateful that at least your panties were still on. Could you and Uramichi really have…?

Hearing your movement from the bed, Uramichi laid still while contemplating what to do next after last night. He didn’t fully understand why you were upset but couldn’t let you leave in that condition. The water he offered you spilled on your clothes. His plan to walk you home after an hour of sobering up failed.

“Could I borrow a shirt?” You asked before stripping off your wet dress.

Did you not see him as a man? He wondered as he quickly gathered the dress you threw, nearly getting hit by your bra. He threw your clothes in the dryer as he fought his body’s urge to turn around.

He would have suggested that you laid down, but you already claimed his bed as yours, patting the open spot in front of you.

“Michi?” You asked him, lying on your side with your head resting on your hand. “Aren’t you gonna come?”

The whiskey drunk was slow when it wanted to be but could hit the drinker like a truck just as easily.

“Only if you’ll let me,” he stammered out.

God, he could hear himself and he prayed for death. He sounded like a virgin, not that it was anything to be ashamed of, but that was something that he wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think that he was a completely inexperienced and inept fool. Maybe he’d just blame all of this on the alcohol.

How could he not be tempted and feel the things that men felt when you were in his bed like that? His shirt clung to parts of your body that it shouldn’t: hanging onto the contour of your hard nipples, bunching up at your waist. Your panties were dark and lacy.

“Well?”

This could be his only chance, he thought, as he did his best to get rid of his clothes. Nearly choking himself out with his tie, his shirt was next. His fingers fumbled with his belt buckle.

Stepping out of his pants, he was met with disappointment. You were already asleep. Fate was cruel. How could anyone fall asleep that fast?

Disappointment brought back his senses, and he resigned to getting the guest futon. When he came back, to add even more insult to injury, he saw that disgustingly large stuffie of Kotori-san snuggled against your body, upside down so its face was buried between your thighs. That could have been him! It should have been him! He glared at that abomination as he laid out the bedding on the floor..

Leaning over the edge of the bed, Uramichi’s back was turned towards you. He slept shirtless, and you wondered if that was normal or because of the heat. He wasn’t even flexing, but you could see the definition of his back. You told yourself that you were reaching out to him to see if he was awake, not because you were some kind of perv.

“Uramichi?” You tentatively asked, giving his shoulder a soft prod.

That was his cue to turn over. Using his best just-woke-up-but-not-really voice, he mumbled a low ‘good morning’ while stretching out on his back.

“Morning! Would–” His blanket dropped lower, revealing chiseled abs and a tease of his boxer’s waistband. It also revealed a very noticeable tent where his cock was. You caught yourself. “Would you happen to know where my clothes are?”

The sexual frustration and tension from last hit you two harder than your hangovers as you both stared at each other for a moment. Everything you felt last night was bubbling up, and in some weak attempt at protection, you grabbed his sheet to cover up.

“They’re in the dryer,” he said, scrambling to get up. You saw the rest of his perfect body. “I’ll grab ‘em.”

Pointing out the bathroom, he handed off your dress, and you scurried there while he headed to the balcony to smoke.

In the bathroom, you went over last night’s events again. You and Uramichi seemed to have done nothing explicit at all, but he had to have some interest in you, right? There was no way he’d let any woman that he was merely acquainted with sleep in his bed. He was kind though, so maybe he was just being polite?

Coming out of the bathroom with his shirt folded, you thanked him for taking care of you and apologized for any trouble that you might have caused. He stared at you with his cigarette hanging off his lips, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’ll be heading out now,” you told him, not giving him a chance to even see you off. You hoped that you could quickly walk off your embarrassment.

Putting out the cig, he trailed behind you. There were so many things he wanted to say.

“Wait!” He tried to call out. It only made you walk faster. “I wanted to,”–The front door slammed as he stood in the hallway–“at least kiss you goodbye.”

---

“‘Scuse me!” You called out in a hurry, pushing past two guys to make sure you caught the elevator down. Your walk of shame started now, and the fact that you didn’t even fuck made it even worse.

“Man,” Usahara commented, glancing back to make sure you weren’t waiting by the lift, “hope she’s not late for work. It’s past noon.”

“Probably is,” Kumatani shrugged, trying to think of why you looked so familiar. Nothing came to mind. “Oh well. Think Uramichi will let us in? He hasn’t answered any of our calls or texts, so I hope he didn’t forget about today.”

Swinging the bag of alcohol he brought, Usahara laughed. “That dude? No way! I bet this is the only thing he’s got goin’ on for the weekend. Well, this, and hitting up the gym.”

The door opened to reveal an exhausted Uramichi, now dressed in athleisure as he quickly tidied up his apartment. Thankfully, his phone’s ringer was on, and he saw the texts in their group chat.

“Yo dude, you look like death,” Usahara said first, pushing his way past the disgruntled man to throw some drinks in the fridge.

There was something off about their senpai and his place, but he couldn’t place what. Kumatani felt it too.

“Yeah, more so than usual. You sure you’re still up to watch this movie?”

Uramichi sighed, closing the door. “Well, you’ve already made yourselves at home, haven’t you? Even if I said no, I don’t think you would leave.”

Settling into his spot at the table, Uramichi thought about how last night you were across from him sharing a drink. Now you were replaced by his meddlesome kouhais who were making a mess of all the snacks and drinks they laid out on the table. His eye twitched.

Naturally, Usahara was the first to dig into Uramichi’s odder than ordinary behavior. Usually he was annoyed, but today he seemed standoffish and annoyed. “So what gives, man? You stayed up late partying? Someone took too long on your fave machine at the gym?”

Oddly, Utano’s voice cheerfully saying that friends tell each other everything popped into his head. Perhaps now was the perfect opportunity to get closer to the guys he spent nearly a decade hanging around.

“Nah, was up late drinking with a friend,” he admitted while looking off at the TV screen.

His two juniors exchanged looks. They left before he did, deciding to hang out with Nekota at Cat Kick, so Uramichi couldn’t have been talking about them.

“Oh, I didn’t know that you and Kikaku were close like that,” Kumatani said.

Huh? Kikaku? Why would they bring up his name? Uramichi imagined the offense that Kikaku would have at their misunderstanding.

“No, I didn’t drink with Kikaku.”

“Uebu then?”

An even more outlandish suggestion.

“No…”

Neither cared to take anymore guesses as the opening credits for Mozphoon played. Kumatani swore to them that this B-grade horror movie would become a cult classic. After all, had anyone seen a movie that involved mutant mosquitoes terrorizing the city via a typhoon before?

As they were about to leave, Usahara finally realized the cause of the odd vibe he felt at Uramichi’s.

“Dude, did you finally put away your weights?”

Yeah, for the first time in forever, he hadn’t stubbed his toe or tripped over the damn thing. That had to be why things felt different today.

---

With his friends gone, Uramichi sighed. Normally he cleared his head by smoking, but right now, he surprisingly wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps it was because today drained him. He stripped down to his boxers and laid in bed, closing his eyes. His thoughts wandered back to you.

Your tits, your lips, the way that you laughed. He imagined the way your panties would feel against his palms while he grabbed your ass. His ears burned red whenever you said his name.

His raging hard on provided an obvious solution to help him gather his thoughts.

Palming himself, he wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant. Was it because it was you ? His sex drive was low–a deadly combo of stress, depression, drinking, smoking, and the inevitable drop of T that came with aging–and when he actually was in the mood, he usually browsed for sites. It felt wrong to do this without your permission, but this also wasn’t necessarily something he could ask permission for.

“Michi? Aren’t you gonna come?” You asked, giving him that soft, buzzing smile.

When his hand laid still against his cock, you tilted your head and spoke in an impatient inflection, “Well?”

God, he was pathetic. You didn’t even mean it like that, and here he was, harder than he’d ever been in recent memory, cockhead dripping pre when he finally pulled it out.

It wasn’t even your looks that were driving him crazy. It was the way you made him feel. His heart pounded in his ears when you called his name. He grew giddy when he’d see your texts. And when it was just you and him–

Smearing the pre down his shaft, he let his mind wander, no longer caring how desperate and needy he got. It was already obvious that he neglected his needs as a man for too long. Every stroke felt like heaven, and his balls ached, ready for release.

Adjusting his grip to the way he liked, he tugged, wishing you were the one touching him instead. Uramichi thought of you greeting him good morning and good night, calling to tell him that you missed him during the day. He thought of you getting ready for work and welcoming him home after he was done at his.

Carefully reaching down to grab his shirt from the floor, he used it to wipe up the mess he made. After, he stared at the ceiling, waiting for that post-nut clarity to go into effect. And when it didn’t, he sighed, his hand wandering downwards. Guess he’d have to try again.

A/N: Not sure what's gotten into me. I never update this quickly lol. Maybe it's because I've been binging the men's gymnastics portion of the Olympics? But thanks for reading, ya'll. I've been having a lot of fun with this fic.

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bittergirlsworld · 1 month ago

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beyond the serum bowl: armin and erwin being each other mirrors

I think when people talk about what happened in Midnight Sun, they barely take Armin and his own journey inside the RTS arc and how his storyline mirrors Erwin's in every way possible while keeping their individuality which leads to the events in that roof. For start, they both chose give up on their dreams and charge a suicidal attack for what they judged be the greater good or their only chance and they both were in peace with said choice.

they both were dealing with a similar situation simultaneously, where they were in charge of making the decisions in a high-pressure setting. erwin was the one who trusted armin the capacity of making said decisions. when Armin delivered his little speech to eren, Eren knows he was lying and he was about to die. this can be directly tied to erwin telling levi that they would need a first-rate con man to convince the youth to charge to their own death. both of their dreams were similar in origin and nature.

erwin starts to want to know about the outside world because his father told him about it, as armin's grandfather told him about the sea and piles of salt. both of them lost what was their only caretaker in a early age (both around 10yo) because of the government and this was what led both of them to join not only the military but specifically the Scouts. so they both shared the same traits that made them shine (manipulation and oratory, strategies, wits, a very grey sense of morality and resilience) but also shared the same grief.

so when they are taken in that roof, they both also shared the same fate till there: dream drivers leaders who in their last moments on earth let said dream go and parted on peace. the serum gate was more about the people who were discussing (eren, mikasa, hange and levi) than about armin and erwin. yes, armin survived as a consequence of levi choosing letting erwin rest but the key point was, although levi made clear that armin could never replace erwin, he was not only in peace with his decision to die but now he was bought back to life in a setting where he didn't had a say on it, people were resenting him for it, he had to be presented to the brass on relatories that discussed him and he was ostracised and compared not only by himself but also by others.

floch was right when he said that the brass didn't understand why armin and not erwin. there was some expectation that he would at least live up to some standard that would justify said decision, which led him to a path of self-loathing similar to Erwin's on his last days. it's a tragedy of its own that both armin and erwin didn't had more time with each other because they would benefit greatly of having someone who lived your hardships and could relate to you in the deepest level.

any of them would be the right choice, but I feel this scene is analysed mostly on how it must have felt to Levi, Eren, and Mikasa and not how it must have felt to Armin. to think you would rest and wake up with a burden as double the weight. armin was at peace, and it was unfair to bring a boy who was only sixteen years old back with such a heavy burden on his shoulders. also, him and erwin share the most delicate parallels, and their potential could have been more explored.

#armin arlert #erwin smith #attack on titan #rts #midnight sun #aot #mentioned:#levi ackerman #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #character analysis

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sweet-n-s4lty · 22 days ago

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Winter's Warmer With You.

The coming winter season was always well welcomed, at least by you. Nothing compared to the content that came with the chilled gales and the childish giddiness that followed the first snowfall of the season, each ivory petal that danced through the sky acting as your own bundle of joy wrapped in icy comfort.

The ashen blankets that swept over the suburban streets of your town seemingly brought comfort with the inevitable nights by the fireplace, curled in jumpers much too big for you, the knitted wool swallowing you whole— or the walks home from school, where the snow crunching under your boots was audible despite the soft melodies that lulled you into a comfortable stroll.

But not everyone enjoyed winter. You knew that because your best friend didn’t.

Ino Takuma was a sucker for the milder seasons. The only cold he was able to handle was the soft whistles of chill delivered every Autumn. And Spring was, if anything, perfect. Despite spending most of it sneezing, the tip of his nose hilariously dusted a familiar shade of pink, he enjoyed the gentle rays of sunshine that melted away the ghastly icicles and brought forth the beautiful site of fresh blooms.

He hated Summer too, make no mistake, but he could handle the sweltering hell. And at least summer was fun.

But Winter? It was dull, gloomy, his days were filled with less time to get everything done as if the cold nights he hated so much grew greedier, swallowing the already short hours whole.

Ino Takuma was, if anything, an avid winter hater.

“How cold is it, damn!” He chattered. He was wrapped in a huge jacket, engulfed by the black material. His mask that usually lay graciously on his head was replaced by a thick woolly hat, a courtesy of you. Thick gloves engulfed his fingers, ones that previously were around your own hands. For someone who hated Winter so much, you’d assume that he’d perhaps ready himself for the harsh climate well before the first snowfall had even started, but you’d learnt quickly that Ino hated planning maybe more than he did winter.

“Forecast said 2 degrees. C’mon, it isn’t that bad, usually, it's worse, much much worse.” You hummed, smiling behind the scarf wrapped around your neck, the fabric coming up to cover your lips slightly.

“I hate December.” He grumbled.

“If you think about it, this is like our own version of the olive theory.” You hummed in thought, lending him an earphone. He took it gingerly and scooted closer to you, seeking a warmth you weren’t sure you could provide.

“...We must have a lot of olive theories then, we disagree on a lot.”

“That coz you hate everything.” You laughed, resting your head on top of his as you felt a welcomed weight on your shoulder. He scoffed at that.

He stayed with you after that. Refusing to leave the comfort of your home, situating himself snugly by the fireplace. You smiled as you walked over with a cup of hot chocolate which he graciously accepted with a wobbly “What would I do without you?” and a lopsided grin. You smiled and took a seat on the armchair, curling into a small bundle of warmth yourself.

“Thank you again for letting me stay, {Name}. I think I would’ve been pronounced dead if i stayed at my place— this is good cocoa too.” He added the last part with a boyish grin.

“What, heating doesn’t work?”

“Nope. Shitty Landlord won’t do anything about it either— stingy pig.” He scoffed. Ino was always welcome at your home. Frankly, he was such a frequent visitor that your parents dubbed him their son, your mother fed him whenever he stopped by, and your father constantly gave advice to him, whether it was requested or not. It was sweet how his presence had wormed its way into your life, how every family photo had a little feature of him in it, whether it be him smiling alongside you, arm around your shoulder, or his skateboard in the background, aimlessly blending into the scene, or even you smiling wide, wearing a shirt he’d left during his last stay, so him here to seek refuge from the cruel sweeping gales wasn’t out of the ordinary, in fact, it was welcomed.

“You could stay with us—”

“Outta the question, ya Ma and Pa are already so welcoming, I don’t wanna intrude.” You shook your head,.

“No, stupid, they love it when you’re over, I think they like you more than me—” You chided, laughing slightly.

“ I still feel bad…” He sighed, taking a sip from his mug. You rolled your eyes, a little annoyed about how much he viewed himself as a burden than anything else.

So now you were at his house, it was late at night and tonight, Ino declined invitation to your cosy abode— His work piling up so much, he was sure it’d take him a decade to finish it. So an unexpected visit was maybe a little more welcome than he let on.

“Thought we could stay warm together.”

“Wha— huh?” He chuckled through chattering teeth. You set down the many many bags you had held in your hands on the living room floor, setting down blanket after blanket, plushie after plushie, and brought a small mini heater, struggling to pull it out of your backpack. How you even fit it in there, he didn’t know, but he wanted to hug you close, so thigh you’d pop, just for even considering his hatred of the cold. “All o’ this for me?”

“Yep–” You smiled. “Thought warmth and company would be appreciated on this cold winter evening.” He sat carefully next to you, his laptop tucked under his arm. His body was thick with the multitude of layers, it was like he’d morphed into a human pillow. You wrapped him in a particularly fuzzy blanket before covering yourself in one and resting your head, watching him work. In the next few minutes, the apartment was shrouded in snugness it lacked before.

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Lwk, not tewww proud of this one, but we move

#｡𖦹 °.🐚 wannabe author tingz #ino takuma #ino takuma x reader #fluff fic

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agentrouka-blog · 3 months ago

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Cersei is very much like Tywin. She is as dumb as he is (by that I mean, they are not actually dumb but blinded but their own faults and insecurities) the only difference between them is that he was a man so he was trained to be a good administrator and she had no training.

(post referenced)

Let's also remember that Cersei lost her mother at a young age. That's the person who would have been best suited and most responsible for educating her daughter in administrative matters, and after her death Tywin neither remarried nor likely paid that much attention to Cersei's specific education. It was enough that she was uncommonly beautiful and reasonably obedient to him.

We saw how she treated Tyrion's nursemaid. While she may have treated her Septa Saranella with more basic poiliteness, I doubt she felt the same deference that Sansa did for Mordane, especially given her resentment of the differences in her education compared to Jaime.

The queen's face was hard and angry. "Would that I could take a sword to their necks myself." Her voice was starting to slur. "When we were little, Jaime and I were so much alike that even our lord father could not tell us apart. Sometimes as a lark we would dress in each other's clothes and spend a whole day each as the other. Yet even so, when Jaime was given his first sword, there was none for me. 'What do I get?' I remember asking. We were so much alike, I could never understand why they treated us so differently. Jaime learned to fight with sword and lance and mace, while I was taught to smile and sing and please. (ACOK, Sansa VI)

Sansa seems to have been taught alongside the boys at least for part of her education, given she knows she is better at reading and writing than any of her brothers. No such recollection for Cersei. And note the emphasis on fighting for Jaime. Doubtlessly, he was taught by very experienced and competent teachers in everything pertaining to matters of warfare and knighthood. But he's not exactly a bright light when it comes to history, politics or the art of administration either. (Unless it's his special interest The Kingsguard.)

Cersei herself is hilariously aghast at his ignorance at one point.

"And Ossifer Plumm was much too dead, but that did not stop him fathering a child, did it?" Her brother looked lost. "Who was Ossifer Plumm? Was he Lord Philip's father, or . . . who?" He is near as ignorant as Robert. All his wits were in his sword hand. (AFFC, Cersei III)

Tyrion knew what he was about when he emphasized the importance of books and independent reading.

Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn't you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be too small for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for my mind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind … and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge." Tyrion tapped the leather cover of the book. "That's why I read so much, Jon Snow." (AGOT, Tyrion II)

If Tyrion had been born able-bodied he might be as much of a "dumb" disaster as the rest of his siblings. As opposed to the clever disaster he is now.

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gifti3 · 1 year ago

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Okay i wrote this in record time for me. i just got the urge and boom here it is. I wanted to get this out fast so I didn't forget about it.

I called it a CEO AU but honestly its just an AU where MC works as Lucifer's assistant and is ready to wrap up this part of their life and move on to different work.

All the brothers are mentioned in this. And this can be whatever you want honestly. Platonic not so platonic. Maybe MC is dating one of them, maybe not. I kept it pretty vague!

MC is gender neutral.

_________________________

"What is this?"

You push the envelope forward. "My letter of resignation."

Maybe it was a bit much handing it to him in person like this, but emailing just felt too cold. And yea he was your boss, but you considered Lucy a friend too and wanted to leave on the best note possible.

"I know you're busy but I wanted to let you know asap so we can plan accordingly."

Surprising to you, Lucifer seems slightly caught off guard. "Did you find new work?"

You nod with a smile. "Yep! It’s pay and benefits aren't as good but it's practically my dream job."

Lucifer observes you. It was obvious that working as his assistant was a lot of stress on you. Asmodeus mentioned your frustrations to him several times. But you always pulled through in the end.

Did he overestimate you? No, overwork you?

"When do you leave?"

"2 weeks!"

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"They're literally going to the other side of the world you guys!"

“They’re what!?” Mammon responds, bewildered.

"They're moving to the other side of the world! A completely different country--this sucks!" Asmodeus lays his head down in his arms.

Unease fills the meeting room. This was new information to the rest of the brothers, including Lucifer. MC had never mentioned anything about moving and now an unwanted change had become much more unpleasant.

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"Hey MC! Why didn't ya mention ya were moving to the other side of the world?" Mammon approaches from the meeting room, wasting no time.

"Ohhh... right, I forgot to mention that part to everyone. But it wasn't really that important honestly."

“What do ya mean it’s not important. It’s kind of a big deal!”

"....Okay yeah you're right, but it honestly slipped my mind. By the way, not on the other side of the world. Asmo likes to exaggerate, I swear. Either that or his geography could use some polishing."

You continue dropping random items from inside your desk into a box. You still had a week and half left but you wanted to take all your personal non-work stuff home to avoid forgetting anything. You were honestly surprised by how much unnecessary crap had found its way into the desk. It was a stark difference compared to your first couple of months working here.

When you first started, it sucked honestly. If it wasn't for the amazing pay you would have quit fairly quick.

The first several months were rough, but with time you started getting used to working for the overbearing perfectionist that was Lucifer. Things started to feel routine, you could access possible issues before they happened. And Lucifer’s brothers coming in and out of this building stopped being an annoyance and began to be something to look forward to. You made friends with each and every one of them. Then even Lucifer eventually came around. And before you knew it had been 4 years.

You always thought about moving on to new work but would forget about it and go back to the usual routine. But recently, you were starting to feel content--no resigned. Like "I guess I could stay here forever…" resigned. And it scared you! So you immediately started job searching more seriously and your months of work paid off.

But I'm still gonna miss this place.

Next, Asmo is out of the room. He walks straight for you and wraps you in a tight hug. "MC don't leave us please!"

"I must--AH you're squeezing me too hard!"

He loosens his hold. "Sorry."

You pat his arm.

“Aren't ya gonna miss me--us? Whatever new people ya meet couldn't measure up to the Great Mammom!”

"That’s definitely true, but I need to spread my wings and fly you guys. Hmm…that sounded better in my head."

You notice Leviathan standing off to the side listening so you give him a smile.

"Levi, why are you standing over there?"

He jumps but makes his way over from your prompting.

"S-So you really found your dream job. It sucks you're leaving but maybe it's a good thing too…"

You nod. "It's new and a little scary, but just consider it me starting a new arc in life."

"And honestly if you guys really want to talk to me, then keep in touch. You literally all have my number."

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to help much for cheering up Levi or the other two.

Fortunately though, Satan appears before the silence becomes unbearable.

"So you're finally escaping Lucifer MC?”

"Ha! I guess you could put it that way..."

Asmo crosses his arms, his frown deepening. "Please don't let him overhear that."

Satan shows what he's hiding behind his back. "I'll miss your company but I'd like to send you off on the right foot so I brought you a couple of items."

He hands you the gift bag.

"If this isn't a book, I'll be shocked," you say.

You peep inside and realize there's multiple things.

A hardback book from a series you and Satan are currently reading (of course), a neck pillow, and a kitty eye mask.

"Oh wait there's something else."

You dig in and pull out a bracelet. But not just any bracelet. A very limited edition one. It was official merch for one of your favorite series, but you couldn't afford it at the time when it was released.

"What the heck, how'd you find this? This came out years ago!"

"Lots of online searching, and thanks to Levi and Asmo we found a somewhat reasonable price to all pitch in for."

You put the bracelet on.

“And in such a short time too…Im.never taking this off!”

You grin. “Well…now I gotta hug you all!”

Before he responds you're crushing Satan, managing to fluster him. You then pull (a blushing) Levi and then Asmo in for a hug, the latter eagerly returning it.

“No way ya guys are making me look bad,” Mammon says.

"Get in on the collab next time!" Asmo quips.

“Don't worry Mammon, I'll give you a hug later.”

“What? I didn't say anything about a hug…”

“So you don't want one. Got it.”

“Hold on, wait a second…”

You smirk and shake your head. “Okay help me move my stuff you guys so we have a reason to keep talking.”

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"Is Belphie still ignoring me?"

Beel nods. "Sorry MC. I think he just needs more time to process."

The other day after leaving the meeting room the youngest made a beeline for the elevator. He didn't even look your way.

"Ah he wounds me..."

"I'll talk to him. Maybe eating out together would help clear the air?"

“Oo, you, me and Belphie. Let's do it!”

Beel smiles that way you love and you give him a sudden hug. It couldn’t be helped, you had a soft spot for the two youngest brothers.”

“Beel, I’m gonna miss you so much!”

He returns the hug. "Me too. I wish you didn’t have to leave, but what makes you happy is most important."

You pull back to look at his face. “I swear you're way more mature than some of your older brothers.”

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As your last day gets closer and closer, the brothers (6 out of 7 at least) accept your impending departure. And along with that came endless gifts. It was like Satan triggered a competition to see who could do better. And it looked like you'd have to spend extra money on moving all this extra stuff that had been dumped on you.

Especially after that shopping spree Asmo took you on.

Start your new life with a new wardrobe MC!

Even Belphie had gotten over his initial shock after your dinner with him and Beel and gifted you several items.

Please make sure to answer mine and Beel’s messages right away.

Don't worry I won't miss any of you or your brother's texts!

Who's talking about those others?

You chuckle at the memory. Belphie was too much sometimes.

You shake your head and sniffle.

….Oh god.

You wouldn't see them in person like this anymore! These moments with them. They would be far and few between once you started your new job.

And for some reason while you're surrounded by half packed boxes in your home, it’s finally hitting you.

Your phone pings and you wipe your eyes.

A text from Lucifer.

That was the last person you expected. He hasn't really been talking to you much outside of work since you gave him your resignation, and even then it was purely professional. It made you feel bad. Like your relationship had regressed.

So you quickly respond.

L: Did you already schedule transportation to the airport?

M: of course 👍 don’t wanna wait last minute

L: Make sure you double check the dates too.

M: lucy are you gonna miss me? :3c

If you didn’t bring it up, he might not say it out right.

L: You're so troublesome.

L: But yes, I will miss you.

L: And I honestly don't understand why you're leaving.

You stare at the messages. How were you supposed to respond to that?

M: i have to. it's what i want to do with my life…

L: Okay. Make sure you're on time tomorrow.

That's it?

You let out an annoyed sigh.

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You're in Lucifer's office first thing in the morning. He looks up with you with a raised eyebrow when you barge in.

You drag a seat directly in front of his desk so he’s forced to look at you. "We are handling this right now. I want to leave here with no loose ends"

"What is there to handle exactly? Youre leaving this job in 3 days to start your new one."

"Lucifer, you're obviously upset at me and I want you to be happy for me....like everyone else."

"I'm not like everyone else."

"Obviously, everyone is different. You're all different. That's not what I meant..."

You take a deep breath, lean forward and rest your arms on his desk. "Be vulnerable with me this one time. I know you're going to miss me but I feel like that's not enough for you to be so cold towards me like this..."

He’s quiet.

"Please Lucy?"

"...I don't want you to leave. The idea that I won't get to see you easily bothers me."

He looks away

"And I feel like I'm the reason you're leaving."

Oh.

“I'm so sorry, I know sometimes I joke around with your brothers but Lucifer it's not actually you. Work like this has always been stressful for me. It's always been. And I just happened to find where my limit was in this particular job.”

“I love you and all your brothers but my final goal was to always aim for work that would be easier on me mentally in a place where it was enough to sustain me. I just got too used to being here.”

"You handle every situation so calmly though. You're always on top of everything

"Heh my acting skills are just that good! But you're starting to understand I hope?"

He crosses his arms. “I can’t be happy about you leaving MC.”

Your brows furrow.

“But I suppose I can support you going for what you really want.”

“You know what…I’ll take it!” You rest your head on your arms.

He smirks. “Now get out, I'm busy. We can talk more afterwards.”

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heliads · 2 years ago

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platonic!aragorn x reader? i requested a bunch of these a while ago and i just adore how you write him. perhaps something in rivendell where the reader is overworking themselves because their productivity is really low so they work longer (bonus points if reader is a writer) and aragorn gets them to relax. ooh and sibling-style banter pls!!!

bonus points?? i didn't realize i was getting points at all this is fantastic

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Spring is a soothing time, it always has been. Winter is dark and dangerous; the sun sets early and tempers snap quickly, even amongst the elves. Those who claim to only proffer peace can lose it faster than you think. Grey skies spell trouble, early frost kills each and every bloom that thinks itself tenacious enough to come out before its time.

Every winter you think the cold will never end, that warmth and light will stay dead forever. Every spring, you are reminded of the one truth in this world that everyone seems to forget: it will get better from here on out. There will, at some point, be a surrender of darkness, and you will heal. We all will, and we will do it together.

You are remembering that now as you walk through the gardens of Rivendell. Stormy nights made the stone and wood structures look cold with gloom, but with the way the sun shines upon them now, you would think yourself in a wholly different place. This is your home, it has been for the last ten years. You were not an elf born, but you came to their city and they welcomed you anyway. Swords can only do so much good. Sometimes poets and scholars are more necessary than guards.

So you found a place tucked away in glen thickets and stone walkways, so you learned to pursue your craft of words and thoughts until a foreign place felt like home and accepted you as one of its own. No life is easy, not while monsters like orcs and trolls still roam the uncharted territories in between cities, but Rivendell is a peaceful life, and it does good by you.

If you cannot find strife in the danger of fighting for your life, however, you will make it yourself. Resting is a difficult thing, even though it shouldn’t be that way. If you rest too long, you start to think, and if you think, you start to realize that you are technically an outsider here, not born within the stone spirals of Rivendell but of some other place, and that means you must prove that you deserve to stay here for longer. Those who stay must have meaning. What, then, could possibly be yours?

You’re a writer, then. Fine. Could your writing compare to those around you? Even the least of the elves still have centuries on you, so much time to hone their craft. By comparison, your scribblings must look juvenile at best. You’re trying, sure, but effort can only get you so far.

You’ll have to catch up on time, then. That’s doable. It should be, at least. You pour hours into the study of manuscripts and texts in the library, force your quill to paper so many times you think you might as well never lift it up. You may not have time as your virtue, but you can force it to work for you anyway.

The problem is getting your brain to cooperate half as well as your hands. Your pattern of frantic writing starts to wear away from you as you attempt to keep up the pattern from dawn until dusk day after day after day. It is exhausting work, but it shouldn’t be– isn’t this writing, what you decided you wanted to do forever? If you were truly gifted at it, this wouldn’t take so much effort, and it certainly wouldn’t drain you the way that it does. Maybe that is another failing, one more thing that separates you from the elves.

You hadn’t realized others were aware of your inner strife until you got a visitor one month after winter ended. He comes with bloodied hands washed clean, armor placed in an unlocked box for quick access, sword still within reach. Peace does not come easily to him either, son of the North, but it does not come easily to anyone. Aragorn might disguise his torment better than you, though. Or so he pretends.

You were not aware that he was stopping by. Perhaps you should have known, if you had spent more time outside of your study instead of unsuccessfully trying to burn through the latest chapter in your work. Regardless of what you could have learned, the result is the same: your old friend stands in the doorway, shaking his head with mock solemnity even as he fails to hide a grin.

“Y/N, friend, have you ever been able to let yourself enjoy your time here, or must you always suffer yourself to your pages?”

You stand up with a smile and walk over to greet him. “Aragorn, how lovely to see you. What brings you this way?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Tracking business. There are rumors I don’t like about goings-on near Mount Doom, but that’s neither here nor there. Also, I heard that you weren’t doing as well as I would care to imagine.”

You stifle a groan. “You’ve been in contact with Arwen, haven’t you? Tell her she has nothing to worry about.”

“I would if I believed I wasn’t telling her lies,” Aragorn muses, “you seem too tired, my friend. Your brow is lined, your eyes are weary. What is the meaning of this?”

He does not say it angrily, or in any demand for information, just a concern for his friend. It is this and this alone that finally convinces you to open up.

“I need to do it,” you tell him at last, “I need results. I need pages of writing to make up for the fact that I lack the experience of the elves. I may be tired, but I feel like I have to prove that I deserve to be here.”

Aragorn shakes his head, looking surprised. “That cannot be. Who has told you that a person cannot merely live and have that be enough? Not every task must be proven right or proven useful, Y/N. You do not have to outwrite the elves, that truly is impossible. You are here to follow your own path, not theirs.”

You sigh. “It is difficult to not compare my writing with theirs when we live in the same place.”

“I remember that,” Aragorn says thoughtfully, “growing up and learning the way of the sword from elves with many decades already more than me was challenging, but it teaches you things that you would not know from mankind. Do not let them affect you, Y/N, intentionally or not. Only do what you wish to do. That is why you are here, not to do what they can but what you can. That way, they can learn from you as well.”

You run a tired hand across your face. “So you really came all this way to tell me to relax?”

His face splits in a familiar grin. “I figured you would need some advice. Besides, it truly is good to see you. It has been too long since we last spoke.”

You agree with that. “That means you could visit more often, you know, instead of tracking random animals through the wilderness.”

He frowns with pretend indignation. “My tasks are more important than that.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you tease, “you never visit long enough to tell me. And when you are here, you spend all your time following a certain Elf-maiden around. It makes for difficult conversation.”

He laughs. “You’re impossible.”

“Of course I am,” you say gleefully, “that’s why we’re friends. Thank you, though, for your words. I do appreciate them.”

“They are true,” he reminds you, “it is okay to rest. It always will be.”

It is a good message, this. Hard to remember and even harder to practice, but still good. You will try to apply its power in the days to come.

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swaglet · 3 months ago

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One of the things that keeps me deep in ed is the fact that i hate having a "feminine body" I HATEEEEE having curves liek fucking hate it.

And the problem is no amount of weight loss will change the structure of my body so unfortunately I have to try to keep myself at a low weight to appear as if I have less curves.

Idk if you watched euphoria but rue (character played by zendaya) has my dream body she's so tall, skinny, "flat" like she looks "boyish" (i swear im not a creep 😭) and I so wanna look like that every time I wear something and see my curves pop out I wanna take a seesaw and just fucking remove them.

Whenever I discuss this w my friends they either tell me I'm humble bragging or they try to tell me that I'm non binary or some bullshit.

Like I jsut wanna have a slender body. Curves to me jsut make me look trashy and too "sexed up" I wanna look like a stick with no shape ffs

under a cut cos its kinda triggering material obvs and im yapping

oh nonnie this is exactly what kept me sick for so long too i'm so sorry to hear this is what you're going through as well :'( my mind always felt at ease when people told me i looked more like a little boy than a grown woman for reasons i'm sure we all have experienced at one time or another (COUGH misogyny and harassment and sexualization and objectification and and and)

i'm actually dealing with the fallout of it rn and it still messes with me mentally... 6 months ago i started birth control to stop my periods entirely to manage my pmdd and the excessive amount of blood i was losing during every period, and while my weight itself hasn't drastically changed at all (it stays within 5 pounds maintenance thanks to the lifting and protein usually i think), any of the body fat i DID has redistributed to make me even curvier than i was before. my boobs and ass are prominent parts of my figure now like they got HUGE compared to how they used to be (FLAT) and i have a small amount of new stretch marks on the inside of my thighs which means they must have gotten meatier and that checks out because a lot of my pantlegs and shorts feel tighter. literally because of that i almost relapsed so many times in the past 6 months but ive had the mental fortitude to just ignore the urge

what has helped me a lot is that, as i have gotten close to the people in my life that are related to my accomplishments that i am proud of (a lot of it having to do with college and my local music scene) and have become comfortable with opening up to them about feeling the way i do, almost all the women in my life have shared that they relate at least a little bit, but that my appearance and certainly not my weight or amount of curves i have don't bear any weight (pun intended) on determining how much they respect me, how talented they think i am, how good they think i am at my job/the things i do, how willing they are to work with me, and stuff like that. many of them have also offered me the advice that we only get one body, and there's only so much you can do to alter the natural shape of your body, and then within those limits there's only so much you can do that's healthy and won't disable you or damage your organs for the rest of your life, and it's unfortunate that men have made our bodies out to be this sexed object but we do really only have one shot at life and ultimately i think it's pointless trying to meticulously control how everyone around us perceives us. to be honest i have felt a lot better about it since i have been making less and less men as friends and making more women friends.

i want to say that curves, or any body shape, aren't trashy or too sexed up, they're just neutral forms that your body takes. you have little to no control over how your genetics and environment shape your bones and distribute your fat patterns aside from exercising in a way that keeps your body working and eating a nutritious diet to fuel you, so the shape of your body literally cannot have like. moral implications like trashy or slutty or sexed up or anything. i repeat that to myself when i look in the mirror every morning. my body is completely neutral no matter how it looks; my body is not the vessel that i, a formless brain, pilot around in the real world; my body is not a physical representation of me.. my body is just part of me, i am my body, my body is me, and anything my body looks like is how i look and that's how life is. i don't have to like how i look, i am allowed to be uncomfortable with it, but nothing is wrong with my body unless something physiologically about me is unwell (ex. joint pain, something is swollen or red, a medical issue basically) or is making me sick or unable to function. if it's something i can't control and can't change drastically without surgery or severely under- or overeating, like my boob size, butt size, thigh gap size, the shape of how my bones fit together and how my muscles and fat lays on top of the bones, then i just do the stupid therapy thing where instead of thinking negative thoughts i think a different thought and don't let myself ruminate on the negative ones i'm fixated on. for example, "my strong healthy non-starved body lets me play my trumpet very loudly and march strongly with force; underneath my gigantic ribcage is a gigantic set of lungs" or "my strong healthy non-starved body lets me go on bug hunts often without getting as tired and weak and needing to stop because now it's full of food that fuels me all day long and i eat like a cavewoman who was built to endurance hunt and gather trinkets all day" and one that i'm sure not many can relate to is "my healthy body lets me sweat now so i don't overheat and although sweating may be unpleasant and very uncomfortable it lets me know i'm alive and that my body is working correctly" and then i try my best to move on with my day

another thing i do is i pay A LOT of attention to the women around me who i look up to and respect; what do they look like? do i ever notice their weight or their curves and feel negatively towards them and have diminished respect towards them or feel disdain towards them? or do i feel a kinship with them if i do ever happen to notice, like "oh she is like me in that regard"? there has never been an instance where i have felt negatively about a woman in my life or lost any respect for her because of her shape, curves or no curves. i'm much more concerned about other things tbh, especially as i get older. idk how old you are nonnie, but in my experience it's very easy to be "boyish" anorexic when you're in your teens and like at the oldest 19 years old... even without synthetic female hormones (birth control) being added to my body, and even with a hormonal imbalance, at about 21 i started rly "growing up" and that's when i got hips and a little bit bigger boobs (still A cups nonetheless) and put on a bit of a belly pooch even when i was still way too underweight. those are just parts of a woman that exist on our bodies naturally and there isn't any judgement to be ascribed to them. every professor, every janitor, every coach, every grown 21+ student walking around my campus (and town!) looks like that regardless of what shape or size we come in. naturally underweight, naturally overweight, neither, curvy, blocky, straight as a board/fridge, regardless of what shape that's just how women are shaped i think. i wouldn't ever judge another woman for looking the way i look, i wouldn't judge another woman for her shape Ever, regardless of what i think her circumstances are, so by that logic i ought to apply that to myself.

another thing that brings me comfort, and you may not believe me with this one but im serious; nobody notices all the things you notice about yourself anywhere NEAR as much as you do. ppl who have known me for 4 years think im 120 pounds (i am 30 pounds heavier than that and they are always in disbelief when i tell them that) and always have no idea i have a small potbelly until i lift my shirt and show them. it's like one of my biggest insecurities in the world and literally no one knows or cares which is insane to me. if i ever get sad about it i tell myself that's where i keep my ovarian cyst at + all my air for when i sing/play instruments and it will go away with time as i get more gains and start eating right again

and nonny!!!!! "slender/stick with no shape" is still just as much of a shape as "feminine/curvy" ! male is not the default no matter how much society wants u to believe that i promise......... there is nothing wrong with the way women's bodies are this is how we have existed naturally for thousands of years since we first got here. our bodies are just as neutral as men's bodies are. it took me a long long time to feel this way about myself and about my body and about the human body in general and recovery is never linear, my outlook changes every day and i have good days and bad days and some days i absolutely just will not go outside because i don't want anyone to look at me. but those have been far and few between lately

i love u very much anon. food definitely tastes better than how skinny feels. living life freely feels better than looking perfectly skinny in an aesthetic outfit. aesthetic outfits are for 1 day. aesthetic outfits and a skinny slender form will be in pictures and they will only last in the pictures. i don't want to scare you but you will either die like that (very slowly) or you will get very unwell and realize you have to choose recovery and you will have to gain it all back slowly and you will have to choose yourself everyday. idk. i put myself through so much agony that i didn't have to go through and looking back on those pictures im thinking in my head. what was all that for? i felt better then but it's so scary to me now. i looked so sick it makes me so sad for little me. i wish she could have lived a life where she wasn't preoccupied with being perceived as a sex object and could have lived free like i do now. BUT WE THRIVE. I BELIEVE IN YOU NONNIE I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH

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archduchessofnowhere · 1 year ago

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Love your posts, they are amazing. How was the relationship between emperor franz joseph and his youngest daughter archduchess marie valerie? There were rumors about valerie being count andrassay's child though people later stopped the slader do you think it made franz treat valerie differently from his other 2 children. Did he neglect her due to this rumors. I would like to hear your personal opinion as well along with the facts

Thank you so much! Despite the rumors Franz Josef and Valerie had a good and loving relationship, though they weren't as close as they could've been. Elisabeth was very possessive towards Valerie when she was a child, always terrified about her health (probably because of the trauma of loosing her first daughter to an illness), openly telling her that she was the only person she loved and her sole reason to continue to live. Since she was her mother's companion for most of her childhood and teenhood she couldn't have a particularly close relationship with her father - but she adored him and would've much preferred to stay in Vienna with him than to travel with her mother. After an argument between her parents regarding her well-being she wrote in her diary:

What I most wanted to do was fall at his [Franz Josef's] feet and kiss his paternal imperial hands, even as I felt — God forgive me — a momentary anger at Mama since her unbridled love and exaggerated, groundless concern place me in such an embarrassing and false position.

That she wanted a close relationship with her father can also be seen in another entry from 1884:

For more than an hour I sat next to him, quiet as a mouse, while he worked and smoked. It must have been important, for he looked up only once, and that was to remark, "But you must be terribly bored," to which, of course, I answered impetuously, "Oh, no, Papa, it is good to be sitting here…." "A pretty pleasure," he said and continued working. The poor man! As I saw him sitting so patiently before this pile of papers, without a word of complaint… how every man in the state always pushes the cares and sorrows away, always higher and higher, until finally everything comes to the Emperor-and he, who cannot send it higher, accepts everything and works everything through patiently, personally caring for the welfare of each and every one. How wonderful it is to have such a father.

Franz Josef doesn't seem to have treated Valerie with less affection than the rest of his children, and if anything, he seem to have been more affectionate towards her than his son:

How different, how courteous but selfconscious Papa is with them [Rudolf and Stephanie] as compared with [his behavior to] me! Surely that is the reason for Rudolf’s jealousy.

(Not that it's that surprising giving how much his relationship with Rudolf had deteriorated, but still).

After Valerie married Archduke Franz Salvator and formed her own family, her father visited her often. Unlike Elisabeth, who never was truly confortable in the role of grandmother, he was a loving grandfather who loved to play with his grandchildren. The emperor spent the Christmas of 1894 with his daughter and son-in-law (Elisabeth was in Madeira), of which Valerie wrote:

Papa arrived at noon … It was a very nice Christmas Eve, even though Papa's presence did not make it quite so informal, but again we were especially happy with the feeling that he, the poor thing, was really enjoying this family celebration. [The next day] When he's [Franz Josef's] not working, he spends almost the whole day with the children and does everything Ella [Elisabeth, Valerie's two-years-old daughter] wants when she gets him something: grandpa this, grandpa that.

But the relationship between father and daughter wasn't without its strain. After Rudolf's death Elisabeth was practically never at court, and the emperor fell into a sad a lonely life. Valerie describes his visits as sometimes awkward; simply put, Franz Josef doesn't seem to have felt truly confortable with Valerie's family, and neither did she:

not to know whether one should talk about our misfortune or about distracting things, to try in vain to find subjects of conversation of the latter kind, to wish the children to act natural... and yet tremble that their shouting might irritate Papa — to see him now sink into dull unhappiness, now being nervous... How well I understand now that being in Papa’s company almost crushed Mama. Yes, it is difficult to be with Papa, since he has never known a real exchange of views. I know how deep his feelings go and how deeply he suffers and stand powerless before all this woe, with no other weapon than the traditional routines.

The one person that could really cheer up the emperor in the absence of his wife was the actress Katharina Schratt, but Valerie didn't approve of her father's friendship with her and had been very much horrified both by her father's apparent indifference to the rumors surrounding them as well as her mother encouraging the relationship in the first place. A month after Elisabeth's death Valerie wrote in her diary:

Every morning Papa takes his walk with Schratt, whom I was also repeatedly forced to see and embrace — not with my heart — and yet I think her in herself — that is, aside from the people who cling to her — a harmless, loyal soul. — With fear I think of Mama’s wish, expressed to me so often, "when I die Papa should marry Schratt". In any case, I wish to remain passive, cannot act coldly to her in view of Papa’s true friendship with her, would find it unjust and cruel to sour this comfort for Papa — but do not consider it my duty to abet him.

He probably didn't marry Schratt, but did consider her his only friend, and only after he and Katharina had a fell out that lead him to become deeply depressed did Valerie understood how important the actress was in her father's life.

But even with their differences Valerie always remained loyal to her father, and was in his deathbed when he died in 1916, aged 86-years-old.

Now on my personal opinion, first of all I've always thought that Valerie was the child that resembled him the most, specially if you compare her with the portraits of his father when he was a teenager:

So without even considering how it's literally impossible that Andrássy was Valerie's father (in all the years they knew each other he and Elisabeth were alone only once in a short carriage ride), I think there's no doubt that she was the emperor's daughter. I would say that the person that was affected by the rumors the most was Valerie herself, since she always held a deep dislikeness not only towards Hungary but also towards Andrássy himself. And if Franz Josef wasn't closer to her wasn't out of neglect, but simply because Elisabeth monopolized Valerie, whom despite being raised to be her mother's daughter, always longed to be her father's daughter.

SOURCES:

Archduchess Marie Valerie of Austria (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblingstochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth von Österreich (1878-1899)

Hamann, Brigitte (1986). The Reluctant Empress: A Biography of Empress Elisabeth of Austria (translation by Ruth Hein)

#archduchess marie valerie of austria #franz josef i of austria #empress elisabeth of austria #katharina schratt #asks

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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Hm... You know, you often compare yandere Wheezy to Mother Gothel. What if the situation between him and Y/N was something similarly to Mother Gothel and Rapunzel too?

Like maybe you two have known each other your whole lives. Or at least it feels like it (depending on when you guys met. Like high school or childhood or something). So it just felt natural to you when eventually you guys moved in together. It felt like a normal relationship had blossomed between you two. Granted, it was pretty lonely since everyone you get to know seems to leave one way or another... But you got your Wheezy. And he's got you. People say that as long as you have each other, it should be enough.

(And perhaps your Flynn Rider- perhaps a certain green weasel 👀- comes along when Wheezy isn't around for some reason. You get to hang out with somebody that isn't your boyfriend. And you realize how much of this you missed... And a lot more about your relationship.)

!! I cant believe this has taken me so long to respond to 😅😅 Especially since I am minorly obsessed with Gothel-YanWheezy semblance! XD I think I probably saw it during Placement but cuz of everything that was going on I just kindof... flew over it. I'm sorry, here have waffle 🧇

I- love- this! Wheezy keeping you for himself?? Wheezy manipulating his childhood friend into being his girlfriend- live-in fiancé- then wife?!! And Greasy being Y/N's secret flirty friend!???? So terrible and wholesome !

I know this isn't what you were talking about, but I couldn't help myself. Here's basically that scene at the end of Tangled when Rapunzel/Y/N tells Gothel/Wheezy that she'll stay, and be good, and never ever try to escape... so long as she's allowed to save Flynn/Greasy.

Yandere!Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel || Drabble

*this Wheezy kinda gives off the same vibes as Otis in this specific gif, so... 😅

Plot: ->

"No! I wont stop. For every minute of the rest of my life, I will fight! I will never stop trying to get away from you! ... But if you let me save him,.. I will go with you. I'll never run, I'll never try to escape. Just let me heal him, and you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want."

Warnings: Greasy has gunshot wounds in his abdomen, gets his fingers crushed, and gets ash in his eyes. Wheezy puts you down and is, yaknow, a monster- Also it's unedited right now.

"Y/N, c'mon." The tone in Wheezy's voice is calm as ever, relaxed, even bored; But the way his teeth are grit despite not having a smoke in his mouth right now and how his knuckles are white gripping the rope wrapped tightly around his strong fist gives him clean away. His eyes flash behind a wall of smoke, down at you- and Greasy. On the ground. "Time to finish up, here. Timeta go. He's not goin' anywhere."

Tears are overflowing in your eyes, on the ground by Greasy- He's still sitting up but he's bleeding out fast, the bullet holes in his stomach turning his green suit a deep red. Almost black. He clutches the wound and glares up at Wheezy, but his eyes soften when they turn down to you again; Noticing you crying over him. "Mi amore... wipe yo- " As soon as Greasy attempts to reach over and comfort you, Wheezy steps lazily on his hand creeping along the ground. Not only does he step down but he slowly crushes the bones before your wide, horrified eyes. Its a small sign of uncharacteristic spitefulness, viciousness that is so unlike him, a side of him you swear you swear you swear you didn't know about. You swear. You want Greasy to know that! You desperately try to tell him that, with your eyes, because Wheezy would surely hurt him worse if you said them outload. "... its okay." He continues, voice cracking through the unimaginable pain. He's somehow still as off-puttingly charming as ever and it makes you wish you weren't so hopelessly blind about Wheezy even harder. God!-

If you had been aware, caught the red flags, noticed everything that Wheezy must have been doing all this time- even just one thing- then you never would have brought Greasy into this, never would have befriended him, never would've ever responded to his dumb cheap flattery. You would have pushed right by him that day you met and he would've felt the sting of rejection but that would have been it. Neither of you would have fallen in as ill-fated love as you have, he wouldn't be bleeding now, he wouldn't die- "Y/N, get up."

... Sniffling, you shake your head. "No, I- Ah!" As soon as you shook your head, Wheezy had rolled his eyes up and yanked at the rope- which is tied to your wrists behind your back.

"Gettin' on my nerves, doll... move your ass."

"No, Wheezy, he'll- " Finally turning and looking at your- at Wheezy, you flash a defiant glare. Theirs a desperate tone in your voice and you wonder why you still think he'll listen. He's not your Wheezy anymore. He's someone else entirely. Why are you still begging him?? "He'll die!" Because you dont have a choice. Greasy will die here.

"Yeah... kinda the point." After heaving a smoky sigh, and not even seeming to notice Greasy's glower up at him (Or not caring), Wheezy flicks the flat of his cap up his forehead and picks a loose smoke out from behind his ear; sticking it between his teeth and searching for his lighter in his pockets. "Sweetheart I think maybe you're not gettin' this." Finding the lighter, Wheezy carefully lights his cigarette; the end glowing, now. "That's alright, I guess," He thinks outloud, giving a tiny and half asses shrug as he folds the smoke and his hand back into his pant pocket. "'ts better if yer dumb."

"I- I'm no- "

"Yeah, y'kinda are." He huffs out a sigh, and dirty, stinky smoke flies out the corners of his mouth. You know he's referring to all those years he played you, and it shuts you up. Maye he's right...

God-

"No. No no no, Y/N, you are no- you are not dumb. Listen to me- ah," Struggling and grimacing, Greasy drags himself with his good hand a few inches closer to you. Then he uses that hand to squeeze his bullet wounds - which, now that you're looking at him again through the tears, have really done a number on him. The bags under his eyes are disgustingly deep... its makes your guts ache. He's going to die here and its all your fault, - and his useless, broken hand to reach for you once again. He never learns!- "You're very intelligent. Don't listen to him, listen to me. Its going to be o- " You're just wondering, wide eyed, how he can still be comforting you right now when Wheezy kicks his hand away, causing Greasy to growl and squeeze his eyes shut, forcing the pain away.

"... Damn. Grease, you really are fucken something. How many times have I toldya over the years just ta keep your hands ta yerself?? If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't be here."

Breathing through the pain, making his voice steady somehow, Greasy cracks his eyes open; Glancing upwards to Wheezy with a disgusting feral look in his eyes. "Mark my words, fumador... I am going to ruin you, for this."

Looking immeasurably bored, shoulders dropped and eyes half-hooded as he takes his smoke out between two of his fingers and blows out a cloud of grey, Wheezy shakes his head. "Ehhh, somehow I doubt it... "

Wheezy looks thoughtful for a moment at his cig, before shrugging like why not? and - without looking at either of you, - taps some hot, dusty ash directly into Greasy's eyes off the end before flicking the rest away to the ground. Greasy hisses and lets go of his abdomen in order to wipe the bloody heels of his hands into eyes to get the burning hot ash out of his eyes as hurriedly get a tissue from your pocket and go to help him, but-

"Uh uh uh," Wheezy wraps the rope a few more times around his hand and his wrist and forces you up onto your feet, digging his fingers into the back of waist band and holding you still. "Come on, lets go."

"No!" The rope around your waist digs through your shirt into your skin and the rope winding up your forearms rub but you fight- try not to move- not to leave- but now that you're on your legs its harder to stay still. Wheezy's tall, and his limbs are long and sinewy and like rock, and so far he hasn't even tried to use that against you.

"Fightin' it's just gonna make it worse, (Nickname). And whether ya believe it or not, I do not get my kicks outta this." Just behind you, you feel him shrug again; against your back. "Jus' not my idea of a Saturday night, I guess. I will hurt ya if y'make me, though."

"Let me- "

"Are you gonna ask me to let ya go??" He sounds genuinely disappointed, groaning, like he's watching a soap and his favourite character did something ill-advised that he disapproves of. He's acting like he's on a job Smartass forced him into! Like he's only half here- have on the back porch smoking a couple packs. Like ruining your life and killing his best friend is just shit that he's 'gotta do'. "C'mon, doll, you're better then tha- "

"Let me save him."

This gives Wheezy pause. You're not facing him so you turn, wanting to see how he's taking that and why he's so silent, catching him looking cold and vicious again. Those blue eyes have never looked icier, and his jaw is set tight, and he has never seemed taller. Right now he's like 30 story skyscraper. You feel so small... until- "Nope."

He tries again to walk off with you but you glance at Greasy, head bowed against the ground and the puddle of his own blood around him, just trying to focus on breathing slowly, and your heart sinks. You know you can't leave him like that. You absolutely can't. You love hi-

Mm. Setting a determined look on your face, you grab Wheezy- yanking back to you by his vest and holding on tight. You need him to look at you, you need him to pay attention. You need him to listen to you.

Once last time. One last time, Wheezy... please, please...

Once, at some point, he must have really loved you in that soft way that you're supposed to love people- where you want them to be happy and want you back- and he has to have a little bit of that left. You have to believe that he does, at least. Because that is the part you need to hear you, right now.

"If you don't let me save him I will be trying to get away from you for the rest of our lives. You will never catch a break. You will never rest. Because the moment you do, I will be out the window trying to get back... to him... " Tightening your grip even more on his vest as Wheezy looks unimpressed, you go on; vanquished and gone of all your fight, all but a little bit. Enough to save Greasy. "... But if you do let me... "

"Nn... Y/N, no- "

When you don't go on, scared of what you're about to say and horrified at Greasy's state, Wheezy narrows his eyes at you to spur you to go on again. Taking a deep breath, you look away from Greasy and give Wheezy a quiet, sincere nod; brushing your foreheads together you're so close. "-If you let me heal him, then we can go together, and I will not try to escape. I will never, ever, leave you... We can fall in love again. I can do that! I will do it." You nod again, assuring you and him. Tears gather in your eyes but they just prove you're telling the truth, so you let them go. "You can have everything you want, we can go wherever you want, I'll be whoever you me to be...

Just let me heal him."

You search his eyes for a full minute, waiting for him to respond. Your tears fall down your cheeks and he watches them go and drip down off your chin onto the collar of your shirt, thinking... until his gaze nudges upwards to your eyes again; chewing something in the back of his mouth. "Fall back in love with me, huh? Y'can do that?"

Sniffling, you carefully nod. "Yes." Or something like love. Something disgusting, but similar. He wont be able to tell the difference.

Wheezy's icy, slate-grey eyes scrutinise you up so close, and you hold your breath- and you hold him, because he's holding all the cards and that's all you can do.

#you'll notice that wheezy chucks out a cigerette he only just started in this 😂😂#there is your true sign that he is 'different' here XD #Wheezy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Disney Villains #Drabble #Disney Villains x Reader #Yandere

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myfavouritelunatic · 2 years ago

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The Blacksmith

To everyone who has read, liked, and/or reblogged this story... THANK YOU! ❤️

There’s trouble on the horizon...

Pairing: Halbrand/Sauron x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Very light physical violence, but otherwise none.

Links to Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen!

Chapter Fifteen

It wasn't long after he departed that your curiousity got the better of you, wanting to see what he was helping this Lord Celebrimbor craft. Once you found and entered the forge, a glorious sight was before your eyes. Halbrand was at the centre of the room, no longer dressed in that azure coloured outfit from earlier. He still wore blue, but this fabric had a grey shade mixed in with it, and was lined in silver beading that matched the metal torc wrapped around his neck, resting on his collar bone. He was also covered in a leather apron and gloves to protect him as he worked, sweat and grime staining his skin where it could be seen. He looked incredible, and you knew this was exactly how he felt when he saw you in your crimson dress.

Halbrand beamed as you entered his vision, and he stopped what he was doing. Grabbing the attention of an elf close by him, he urged them to come over to where you stood. It was the same elf that had been present with Elrond during your emotional arrival in Eregion. "Celebrimbor, meet the love of my life." "I thought smithing was your love." Celebrimbor spoke in jest. The three of you shared a knowing laugh. "Well one cannot make smithing their queen. But I can be its king." "What pray tell are you making, Lord Celebrimbor, that requires the assistance of my love?" The elven smith and Halbrand glanced at each other excitedly. "We have been charged with making something that will save the elves of Middle Earth." Celebrimbor answered you. "Save the elves? What do you mean?" "Their light is fading. This is the only hope they have, my love. Otherwise they shall make for the grey havens and sail to Valinor. Never to return." explained Halbrand. "Does that include Galadriel?" Halbrand nodded gravely. "The object we craft will restore the elves to their full power. Then they can remain here and not dwindle into relics."

"Forgive us, my lady, but we must return to the task at hand." said Celebrimbor, and you gave a slight nod, then Halbrand kissed your forehead, and you retreated into the shadows of the room to watch them work. You found yourself completely transfixed by what was happening before you. Thoughts of your first meeting with Halbrand appeared in your mind, memories of how easy the small tasks you had given him were, and how he still relished the work despite that. Yet that was nothing compared to this. The focus on his face, the deliberate and concise movements he made with the equipment, his interactions with Celebrimbor and the other elves in the forge. You could sense the feeling in the room, the feeling of vital importance that surrounded their quest to bring forth the saviour of the elves in material form. Hours passed by with you simply content watching your man work. Every now and then he'd shoot you a quick glance from across the room. And each time he looked back to what was in front of him, you noticed a smile on his face. He was very pleased you were witnessing this. You wondered if you were a distraction maybe, but given no one had asked you to leave, you assumed you were right to stay.

Then suddenly, an explosion wrecked the building. You used your arms to shield yourself quickly, but thankfully no major debris was flung in your direction. As the dust and smoke cleared, you and Halbrand ran to each other to be certain the other was unharmed. He clasped his hands over your arms and studied your body furiously. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" "I'm fine, I'm fine. But you?" you asked frantically, more concerned for him. "I'm okay, my love. Celebrimbor?" he called out with worry. "Yes. All good here." the elf spoke between coughs. It was then that Galadriel and Elrond entered the room. "What has happened?" she asked, shocked at the fallout before her. "The mithril is proud." answered Celebrimbor. "It refuses every effort to bond it with lesser ores." Elrond spoke up then. "Tapping into the powers of the Seen and Unseen world seemed to soften the boundaries between the two." Celebrimbor sighed in frustration. His predicament was vexing him, but not Halbrand. You could tell by his face his mind was searching for the answer they needed. "Doesn't make any sense. We used enough pressure to fuse the heavens with the earth. It should have held this time!" The elven smith’s anger was clear. "Patience. This is a journey." Elrond offered his counsel. "Not every step we take will be forward. It may take time." "Time? We don't have time!”

“Perhaps that is enough for today.” Galadriel declared, hoping to cool the temper that had risen within Celebrimbor. “Perhaps we've been pushing ourselves too hard?" Her words were stern. It was then that your love interjected, and you watched the cogs tick over behind his eyes, as the solution finally presented itself to him. "'Pushing ourselves too hard.' Supposing that's the trouble. Supposing we've been using too much force?" "Meaning what?" asked Elrond, unsure what Halbrand meant. Celebrimbor was now putting it together himself. "Meaning that the metals shouldn't be forced to join but more... drawn or coaxed together. Now, if that's true we've been... we've been doing it all inside out!" He laughed in his bewilderment, and Halbrand grinned gleefully. "Quickly." Celebrimbor motioned to his new smithing partner. "Dismantle this. We start again."

You looked to your love, hoping to catch his excited expression at this new approach, but you caught something else entirely. For Halbrand's eyes were not on you then, they were on Galadriel. Following his gaze to her, you watched as an elf handed her a large scroll. You noticed Halbrand turn away back to his work, but you decided then to follow Galadriel, and discover exactly what she had been given. If it had piqued the interest of your king, then it was worthy of yours as well. Based on your earlier conversation, you had hoped that within this scroll there lay the answers to what treachery was plaguing Halbrand and yourself. That had to be it.

Catching up with her on the stairs that lead down and out of the forge, you began your interrogation. "What is that, Galadriel?" The elf however said nothing, only kept walking. Once the bottom of the staircase was reached, she grabbed you by the arm and lead you into a nearby room, closing the door. She then unrolled the parchment, studying it intensely. You saw how her demeanour changed from hopeful to sheer anxiety. "Galadriel... what is that?" you repeated your earlier question, praying she would enlighten you. "Galadriel!" you shouted her name, pressing her. It was then a single tear quickly fell from her eyes, and her fair skinned face turned even paler. She could not look at you as she spoke.

"The line... was broken... Halbrand is not the king of the Southlands." "What?!" you practically yelled the word. "What do you mean?" "The royal line was severed... over a millennia ago..." "That can't be right." you said, not believing a word from her. "Let me see that." You approached her, snatching the scroll from her hands. Unfurling it before your eyes, you followed the royal ancestry of the Southlands, one descendant after another until... there were no more. You threw the parchment on the floor in disgust. "This is a lie. A fabrication. Treason!" you spat these words at your elf friend. She let your name pass her lips, her voice quivering. "It is no lie. These records are precise." Galadriel sighed then, almost in defeat, and finally looked you in the eyes. "Halbrand... is not who I have proclaimed him to be. He is no king."

Your eyes widened in shock at her words, refusing to believe her. "How dare you!" you screamed at her, and pushed her back up against the wall. Looking at Galadriel, you knew who she was, what she meant to you, to Halbrand, yet the anger within you now made you wish you had your dagger to her throat. Halbrand wouldn't lie, not about this. You couldn't believe Galadriel would let herself be deceived by such a falsehood. "You have made a grave error, elf." your voice was sharp, and tinged with the darkness you could no longer keep at bay. "Halbrand is the king of the Southlands. And I am to be his queen. I pray you find another scroll that speaks this truth, because this one is faulty. Something has gone awry." The next words you spoke were wrapped in your malevolence, and they were loud. "Don't you dare betray us!" Your rage was blinding you, but somehow, there was still an inkling within you that told you maybe Galadriel was right. And that you were using your words against her, to convince yourself.

"Release me." the she-elf hissed through gritted teeth. You reluctantly did so after a moment, and Galadriel picked up the discarded lineage before composing herself. "It seems the woman I thought my friend is gone. I could not save her in time." It was bizarre to hear her speak of you this way, to you as if you were not in the room. Suddenly a sharp pain rippled out from your chest. "But what could I have saved... when he already had you." Galadriel let another tear fall, then she took her leave of you, and the pain grew until you were sobbing in agony. You wanted to rip your heart from your chest to make it stop. It was then you realised the pain was not physical, it was mental. Your heart was breaking. Galadriel seemed lost to you. The one and only true being that had been by your side since the moment you met her... had abandoned you. Or rather, it appeared, you had forced her away.

Could she have been right? Because a bigger question crossed your mind then: why would Galadriel lie? Was Halbrand a deceiver? You knew him to be capable of concealing truths, maybe even speaking in double meanings, but to actually lie to you... Your stomach dropped as a realisation hit you. Could this revelation about his heritage have been what he was about to tell you? He had been seconds away from finally revealing all he kept hidden within. Was this it? Or was there something else entirely at play? Regardless, your tears consumed you, the grief of losing a friend taking hold. Suddenly you didn't care anymore. You wanted answers, and you wanted them now.

Storming out of the room, you took the steps up two at a time, making haste. Reaching the forge, you realised instantly that Halbrand was no longer there, uncertain as to why. However, Celebrimbor was nearby, so you strolled up to him, inquiring as to the whereabouts of your love. "Why he went to fetch Lady Galadriel. There has been another thrilling development." "What's that?" "We have come to the conclusion that, in order to achieve the desired outcome, we cannot stop at one object. For there would be too much power held within it, and that is too great a risk. We shall be forging two rings." "Rings?" you repeated, surprised. All this fuss for two tiny circles of metal. "And they will be great rings of power indeed, unlike any this world has seen." Celebrimbor's eyes were glowing, his joy almost palpable. "Two rings... that will save your people?" you asked sceptically. "Of this, I am certain." His conviction was unwavering, and you smiled at him warmly. If you were no longer to be saved, as Galadriel had said, then you were glad something could be. Deciding not to wait for Halbrand's return, and fearful of what Galadriel was going to confront him with, you bid farewell to Celebrimbor, letting him return to his work. Something in you told you to head for the river, as it seemed a place Galadriel found peaceful, or at least it was a place she felt comfortable with confrontation.

On your way to reach the banks of the Glanduin, the object of your desire appeared. Halbrand was without his smock and gloves now, that gorgeous blue grey outfit on display. It might have been your favourite thing you'd seen him wear thus far. However, there was something off in his demeanour. You knew instantly that something had transpired between him and Galadriel. And since she was not present, you didn't know what to think. "Halbrand, whatever she showed you... it is a fiction." He only smiled at the words you said, before taking you in his arms and bestowing upon you one long kiss. You melted into his touch, like you always had, and always would. When he let his lips part from yours, he spoke low and closely into your ear.

"Galadriel is right, my love. Although... I am a king... just not the king she thought." "Halbrand, you're not making any sense. Is this what you were going to tell me earlier? About what lies underneath?" "Yes, my love." And as he pulled himself back so his face was in your view, you gasped in horror. His eyes were not his eyes. They were the eyes of the Halbrand you had dreamed about. The one consumed by his darkness. Your love let a small smile appear on his face. "I am the one they call... Sauron."

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The Long Ride Home

Team Formerly Known As Bunch O'doods

Chapter I

Contains: M / M, Trans / Cis, Size difference, Gnome x Half-Orc, Public sex, Implied M / F (bugbear x human), wow holy shit this is kinda romantic too wtf

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Short explicit fantasy story. A group of adventures flee and find themselves on a long ride home.

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Our group was exhausted, to say the least. All six of us barely managed to climb out of that cave. Leeto, our dwarven healer, carried the rescued prince with him. Fatin and Ilo guarded our rear as Vasil and I had the front. Melesina has already reached our carriage. The large drakes strapped onto it looked almost happy to see her.

The dark sky above us was almost welcoming compared to what we’d seen inside the cave. The cool night air felt good against my aching body.

Melesina was a good leader, her skills as a ranger had come in handy way too many times to count. Especially back in the cave. I gave the Abysmal Gale cave one last look in fear. The hidden entrance didn’t look like much now, but the memories of that place might haunt me for the rest of my life. Had I known what that place held within, I might not been so keen to take this job.

The prince had fainted and no wonder, I can’t judge him. The things those monsters did to him down there must left a pretty deep scar on his soul. Just the thought of it all made me shudder. As I spared my last thoughts to the man who had betrayed us, his horrified screams began to echo inside my head, I realized how not even he deserved what he got in the end.

I looked at the half-orc barbarian next to me. Vasil’s open wounds had healed nicely, almost making his pine-colored skin look like new, well, as new as someone his age could hope for. Life had certainly left its marks on him, but the look in his eyes showed his true nature; Rugged, but vigorous warrior, who had kept me and the others safe multiple times. Pale white tattoos covering his whole body told a story I had not yet been let in on.

I had only been part of this group a little over a year and now they felt like a second family to me. Sure, at first we were all a little suspicious of each other, but what can you do when you need gold and the only ones willing to work with you are complete strangers. Well, not complete strangers, Fatin and Leeto had once been married, but now they were just friends. “A bugbear and a dwarf”, I thought to myself, “How did that even work?”

“You better catch up, little man,” Vasil joshed as he looked at me. He had dashed ahead, “.. Or are your itty bitty feetsies already tired?”

I wished I could wipe that annoying smirk from his face with my fists.

“The others are well behind me! It’s on you if you get ambushed again!” I yelled back. In all honesty, I kinda liked our little banters. The big man had grown on me. He slowed down his pace and jogged next to me. His wide grin exposed his sharp canine teeth.

“We escaped,” the half-orc’s tone had changed suddenly, he sounded almost surprised.

“Yeah, barely!” I replied back, “All it took was Fatin almost dying and me actually dying to get out of there!”

“I know…” Vasil’s posture dropped as he answered. “You know, I…” he added before dropping whatever he was going to say. Part of me wished his worry had been born from something deeper than our friendship, but I quickly brushed that thought from my mind as we hurried to get as far as we could from that cave.

“Hey, I might be small, but I have mass!” I laughed as I jiggled my bare belly. The things down there had gutted me, leaving me exposed, but thanks to Leeto, the only thing that was left of the massive wound was a faint scar. The armor I had worn had been expensive and losing it stung a little.

My jiggling had made the half-orc let out a small laugh.

“Whatever you say, shrimp,” Vasil smirked as we arrived at the carriage. Melesina had already managed to get our drakes ready for travel and rushed for us to get inside. My short gnomish stature made it extra tough to climb inside, but I managed to pull myself in.

The wooden coach-style carriage had two benches inside, both facing the front. The front bench used to have another one facing it, but we had to dismantle it a long time ago to make more room for loot.

Quickly I realized there were too many of us.

“Uh, how are we gonna fit?” I asked and glanced at Vasil. On a good day, there was enough room for six of us, but now we had another person with us and he was unconscious.

“Come here, stumpy,” Vasil said and pulled me with him to the back row. As he sat down he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his lap.

“Now this is awkward,” I said flustered. A warm feeling began to spread around my cheeks and nose as I blushed.

“We can always switch,” Vasil laughed back, his hands firmly placed on my hips.

“No thank you, the thought of you on top of me is not something I’d care to experience.”

Vasil’s smirk got even wider, “Oh, is that so?” he snickered and I only answered with a loud huff.

The others managed to squeeze themselves inside too. The unconscious prince was lying on the first bench with Leeto sitting next to him, taking care of his wounds and Ilo sat next to us. Fatin kept guard on the roof keeping Melesina company as she steered our reptilian steeds. There was hardly any room inside the cart, the left side of my body pressed against the gnoll’s coarse fur, while my back felt Vasil’s pounding chest.

Just as we began to move, horrendous howls could be heard from the cave’s entrance. The sound of it felt like ice in my veins. Melesina urged the drakes to run and they didn’t seem to have any objections about that.

“Did you see what those things did to Lee’Roi?” Ilo next to me and Vasil asked with a whisper. The gnoll’s eyes were wide as plates and he looked like part of him was still in that cave. Leeto hushed him and prepared a brew of relaxing herbs for him. Ilo’s hands were trembling too much for him to take a sip, so I helped him to drink it.

We traveled in complete silence after that. I zoned out a couple of times and every time I woke up, the world around us was still dark. It must have been hours since we left the cave, but Vasil’s hands were still around my plump hips. I could feel the tension radiating from his arms. I’m sure he hadn’t slept at all, unlike the gnoll next to us. Leeto’s herbs had worked as always and it looked like he was also taking a small nap after getting the prince stable.

I turned my head a little to look at Vasil. His gaze was somewhere far away.

“Hey, are you alright?” I whispered, careful not to wake up the others. My question seemed to finally bring him back into this world, “Me? Of course I am,” Vasil answered and squeezed my hips making me let out a sharp yip.

The others seemed to hear it but fell back to sleep quickly.

I glared at him as he began to smirk at me again.

“Fine,” I whispered, “I will show you!”

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I knew I wasn’t his type, but I had seen him enjoying lap dances from tavern girls. I slightly shifted my position and began slowly to rotate my hips, grinding my rear into his groin. The tension in his arms grew even stronger.

“Caner,” I could his hot breath against my neck as he whispered my name. Vasil’s other arm dropped onto my thigh as I moved my hips.

“C” Vasil breathed, his voice now sounding like he was pleading with me to stop.

The rough bumps on the road heightened the effect and I began to feel something hard press against my rear. With a smirk on my face, I stopped and whispered,

“That’s what you get for teasing me, it will take days to get to the nearest city and find relief for that!”

Proud of myself I turned around and tried to see what was happening outside the carriage, but everything looked just dark. Fatin had lighted the torches on the sides of the cart, but only a little bit of the light got inside.

Then Vasil’s hand grabbed my thigh harder.

“I can get my relief here, little man,” he snarled quietly into my ear and suddenly pulled me closer. His ever-hardening manhood pressing firmly against my ass.

“Vas,” I whimpered, “You can’t…” before I could finish my sentence he pushed his other hand into my pants, groping my groin. Vasil lifted his hand from my thigh and began to rub my lower abdomen. Slowly my hips started to move again as his rough fingers found my clit. I could feel his quiet breaths next to my ear. The window next to us began to fog while the others around us slept tightly.

I lifted my body a little so Vasil could pull his thick veiny rod out. He slowly slid my shredded trousers to my knees and pulled my bare rear against his pulsing cock. The feeling of it made me let out a silent coo.

“I’ll show you teasing,” Vasil murmured and grabbed my large wrapped breasts with both hands. I could feel his rugged palms massaging them, his thumbs trying to find my hardening nipples hidden under the fabric. My constant grinding wet the tip of his member with my fluids.

Suddenly the gnoll next to us shrieked, waking himself and our healer. Immediately, we stopped and stood still like we were two stone statues, Vasil dropped his hands over my lap, covering my naked body with them.

Ilo was panicking but seemed to relax a little bit as he realized where he was. Leeto reached over his bench and took his hand, reassuring the drugged gnoll with gentle words. Bewildered, we watched as the healer managed to calm Ilo down. When Leeto crouched back to grab something from his bag, Vasil’s hands returned to my hips, and he lifted me up. Without any warning, he thrusted his member deep into me.

I screamed and both Leeto and Ilo turned to look at me. Not seeming to notice what had just happened.

“S-So sorry, I- I’m fine,” I muttered as my cheeks got redder and redder. Vasil had managed to pull his cloak to cover my lower body, “I just got startled by a shadow, just do whatever you were going to..” I punched Vasil’s ribs with my elbow and he laughed playfully.

Tired or not caring enough Leeto made another herb drink for the gnoll, this time giving him the drink himself. Glancing behind me and Vasil, puzzled by the fogged window. As soon as Leeto got back to his seat and the gnoll started to snore again, the half-orc began slowly to bounce my body up and down, driving his thick member in and out of my now-wanting hole. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to stifle my whimpers.

The noise of the cart and the cloak over our laps suppressed some of the sounds our slapping skins made, but not all of it. Every time Vasil thought someone might have woken up, he stopped and shoved his poker-like hot cock deep within me. His flared tip spreading my insides like I’d never felt before. The constant bouncing and the bumps on the road forced me to grab the edge of the bench in front of us. Gently, Vasil bit my shoulder, pulling his member almost out, and whispered “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”

My vision turned blurry and I gasped, with one long thrust he shoved his member back in and shot a large load inside of me. As his pulsing cock kept me tightly in place, my whole body trembled and I came, squeezing every bit of his seed into me, softening his member into a more manageable size. I leaned back, feeling his heaving chest underneath my head. Vasil’s bulky arms held me gently as we both drifted off.

I have no idea how long we were like that when I woke up to the sudden stop.

“We’re resting here!” Melesina shouted from the outside, she jumped down and rubbed her behind, tired from the hours' worth of cart travel. Everyone inside the cart began to stir awake when I realized Vasil’s cock was still deep within me.

And it was still hard.

“Uh.. Vasil?” I asked and turned my head towards him, “Didn’t you..?” I nodded my head downwards.

“Hush, love. Just stay still,” Vasil muttered back half asleep. One by one the others left the carriage, not noticing what we had done. The woolen cloak on my lap was warm as the breeze of the night air poured in from the open door. Vasil’s held my belly with his right hand, keeping me steady.

Leeto and Fatin carried the sleeping prince out as the gnoll sat on the grass outside the carriage. They took their bags, faintly making small talk with each other and us, not once asking us to come out and help with the tents. When no one was watching and far enough, Vasil grabbed my sore breasts with one hand and pushed the other back into my pants. His finger slipped between my folds and began to circle my throbbing clit. Flirtatiously, he nipped and kissed my neck from behind.

“Vas, how are you still hard?” I demanded to know with a whisper.

“Haven’t you seen me on the battlefield? You know I can get up again and again when defeated,” he said as he gently bit my ear lobe, “... And I haven’t even been defeated yet.”

Vasil began to grunt as he slowly started to move again, pommeling his cock inside my pussy. The carriage door was open and had anyone outside taken even a small glimpse inside, they could have seen us. Vasil finally managed to slide his other hand inside my wrapped chest and pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“You’re such a good boy, Can,” he purred into my ear, brushing his lips against the skin. I leaned forward, giving him more room to move, feeling his huge balls slap into my rosy cheeks. The awkward position had me essentially in the air between the two benches, I almost fell, forcing Vasil to hold me by the waist, giving my sore nipples a rest. Despite his size, Vasil managed to get up, crouching his back so as not to hit his head into the roof of the cart. His movements became faster and faster as he stood behind me, holding me by the waist, my toes barely reached the bench next to me. I helplessly bobbed in his arms, whimpering in bliss.

The cum from before poured out and made a small puddle on the floor as he pistoned into me with force. Vasil’s movements made the carriage creak and slightly tilting it.

My fingernails must have scratched the wood beneath them when Vasil pushed his tip deep within, making me come again, my sudden tightness pressuring him to release his second load. The puddle beneath us grew even larger as his fluids dripped down my thighs. Breathing heavily, Vasil put me down on a bench and pulled his pants back up. He gave me one long kiss on my freckled lips, carefully caressing my hair, and then hopped happily down from the cart, leaving my naked and bare lower part to catch the breeze coming from the outside.

As soon as I had recovered from the abuse, I put on my clothes, wrapped Vasil’s cloak over my sore body, and left the carriage.

The drakes outside growled unapprovingly at me, maybe knowing what had happened or just unhappy about how the cart had moved mere moments ago.

The rest of the group had made a camp farther away, near a small stream, snuggly between a couple of fallen trees. Melesina shot me a curious look as I awkwardly walked near the just-lit fire.

“Long ride, eh?” She asked, nodding to herself, “My back hurts too, but I’m sure a good night's rest will make it better,”

“S-sure… It was a long trip,” I replied back, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop into that stream and take a bath, cold water has always helped me with… This,” I said and Melesina nodded again.

Ilo was already fast asleep in his tent. Fatin collected firewood and Leeto tended the prince in his tent. Unsure where Vasil was, I shrugged and walked farther away from the campsite and the carriage. I found a perfect spot behind some tiny trees and bushes as the moon came from behind the clouds, showering me and my surroundings with its pale light.

I undressed in peace and stepped into the chilly water, the coldness of it giving me goosebumps. My breast ached from the daily wrapping and from the Vasil’s rough handling. I took long deep breaths and let the night air fill my lungs. The current was weak, but the stream itself was surprisingly deep. I let my body gently float in the middle of it and watched the shimmering stars above me.

Things had gone from worse to something completely different. Sure, I enjoyed Vasil’s company and MAYBE I had a crush, but what we did tonight wasn’t part of my plans. I didn’t know if this was a one-time thing like it usually was for me, but Vasil’s words had stuck themselves into my brain.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” and “Hush, love.”

Certainly, he couldn’t be serious.

Right?

When visiting big cities, he visited brothels, well as did I, but still that’s not the point. The point was who he laid with. When he chose a companion, they were usually as tall as him and a lot thinner than me. Yet, now he had fucked my short plumpy body like he was a hippogriff during the spring season.

I let the back of my head drop below the surface, the soft white noise of the water felt calming, clearing my mind from silly thoughts.

As soon as I felt a presence somewhere in the edge of my mind I lifted my head up and turned to face the shore. There he was, Vasil, standing butt-naked and trying to enter the water, shyly dipping his toes into the cold water before backing off.

I let out a loud laugh, “Are your hugesie mucksie feetsies cold?”

“Shut up,“ Vasil yelled back, “You know I’m not from around!” his words made me laugh again. I swam a little bit closer but still kept my distance.

“You wouldn’t last a day where I come from!” I taunted him back, secretly admiring his naked body. The moonlight made his tattoos glow brightly blue, I had only seen it a couple of times before, and of course, I had made fun of him, saying he looked like a tall stick of faery light, but in truth, it actually looked quite beautiful. The pale moonlight hid his blushing cheeks as he tried to find the courage to enter the water.

“Jump in already, greenie!” I dared Vasil, and to my surprise he took one last look and dived straight in, making a huge wave. I couldn’t see him anywhere and I was unsure if he had hit his head on a rock when I felt something grab my ankle and pull me under. As soon as I surfaced back up I heard Vasil howl in laughter. Where I had to float, he could easily stand, the water only reaching his chest. His laughter turned into silence as he looked at me, his lips slightly shivering from the cold. He had wrapped his arms around himself.

Neither of us said anything for a while. The night was filled with sound, but those sounded like they were coming from the distance.

“So, I…” The half-orc said as he turned his gaze away from mine.

“I told Melesina we’d take the first watch,” he said, looking at the small ripples around him.

“Oh, good,” I added, letting the silence fall between us again. I studied the curls on his chest, looking at the glowing tattoos underneath. Following the swirling symbols all the way up. The tattoos had to go under his hair, I thought, I could still see the faint glow beneath his braided dark hair. Vasil usually kept his hair very neat, saying that if he didn’t keep it braided, it would be everywhere and I saw it now. Today’s action had made it slightly messy and some curly strands poked from the braids. As I was lost in my thoughts, I realized he was looking at me, staring at me with a serious look on his face.

“Listen,” he said, “What happened tonight…” He stuttered as he said each word, nasty feeling began to creep into my guts.

“We can forget it!” I exclaimed, stopping him from saying it first, “I mean, I have already forgotten it, I have no idea what is going on and we’re just two friends…”

“...Naked…” I added, averting my eyes from his.

“... And that’s it,” My words must have hit something deep within him because his face turned dark. He tightened his lips before he asked.

“Do you want to forget it?”

Vasil’s question made me freeze. Sure, the water was cold, but I was used to it. I never liked conflict and bringing up personal things just wasn’t for me. It was easier to disregard such feelings.

“No. No, I enjoyed it, but I’m not sure if I can give you anything deeper than that.” The words escaped from my lips before I could deny them. There was a glimmer in Vasil’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything else. He stepped closer and pulled me against his chest. Vasil’s deep green eyes stared right into mine as his soft lips pressed against my own. I could feel my toes curl and dragonflies enter my stomach as we were locked in place under the moonlit night.

Our tender moment was halted when I felt something poking my belly.

“By the gods! How can it still do that! This water is cold!” I yelled and splashed some water on his face. Vasil laughed nervously before saying.

“I suppose you have that effect on me…” he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

His answer made me blush again.

“Can it wait until our watch turn is over?” I asked, teasing his member softly with my fingers, his embarrassment turned into a grin as he replied back.

“We’ll see, stumpy. We’ll see.”

We washed ourselves, got out of the water, and began to dress, neither of us saying anything, only giving each other small glances and smiles when we made our way back to the camp. Fatin was the first one to spot us, he immediately went into his tent, giving us a small wave for good night. Melisina looked very tired as she tended the flame, happy to finally see us.

“Good, you’re here. I’m sharing my tent with Fatin since Leeto’s with the prince. I suppose since you have the first watch, you’ll share one too?” She asked and Vasil nodded back.

“You can go to sleep, we’ll take it from here,” he added and Melesina crawled into the tent with Fatin.

We sat together on the same toppled tree. As usual, Fatin had placed protective sigils all over the camp to alert us from intruders, but keeping watch was still important during the nights outside of the towns and cities. The tents were placed apart from each other and farther away from the campfire to make sure no one could ambush all of us at once. The crackling fire felt warm against my still-wet skin and I gently put my head against Vasil’s arm, his arm finding its place again on my thigh.

Behind us, we began to hear quiet shuffles, someone was moving inside the tent Melesina and Fatin went into. We both turned to look and watched as the tent behind us rustled and shifted from the movement.

Then we heard it.

Quiet moans and sighs joined the crackling dance of the fire before us.

Right away, we turned our heads back and stared at the fire. Unable to think what was happening in the tent behind.

“Huh, who would have guessed,” Vasil whispered carefully.

“I didn’t know a human woman would have the hots for a bugbear,” I said as the moans behind us hastened.

“Which one is topping?” Vasil asked and answered his own question in the same breath as me.

“Melesina.”

We both snorted and laughed, thinking of ourselves to be the funniest men in all of Caloita.

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As our laughter got quieter, Vasil grabbed my breast and fondled it gently through my clothes. This time finding my nipples was easier for him, since I had not wrapped them after our swim. His large thumb circled my hardened teat as he rubbed his groin with his other arm. My breaths shallowed when a tingly feeling spread all over my body. The moans from the tent aroused me and heat began to build between my thighs.

“We were supposed to do this after our watch,” I managed to whisper between my gasps.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Vasil reprimanded me tenderly and knelt before me. His strong hands spread my legs apart and began to undo the cord on my waistband. I lifted myself up as he slid my pants down yet again and buried his face into my groin. Vasil’s pierced tongue gave my wanting clit forceful licks as I held my right hand on top of his head, tightly gripping onto a bunch of his braids. Slowly I swayed my hips back and forth when his finger found the hole between my folds.

The moans behind us had gotten louder, lost in the passion and not caring if anyone heard them. Vasil’s fingers did not have the same girth or length as his cock, but their dexterity found other places to poke at. The pressure made me whimper as the warmth of the campfire kindled my body. My back arched as the first wave of pleasure hit me, my loud cry did something to Vasil and he quickly got up, lifted my body, and laid me on my back over the tree trunk.

“Damn you, gnome!” He hissed, “Every time I hear that sound I just want to plunge myself into you!” With his barbarian fury, he dropped his pants and thrusted his already hard member towards my lips, forcing himself in. Vasil’s thick member filled my mouth completely and I could feel every vein with my tongue. Without giving me any time to adjust, he began furiously thrusting himself into my mouth, my gurgles only making him move faster with each push. My attempts to breathe through my nose were futile as his thick sheat forced itself down my throat making my small throat bulge from the size.

Vasil’s hands grabbed the bark on my sides, sinking his claws deep into the wood and I desperately clinged on to them. Vasil’s raging thrusting made the trunk move from the force just like in the carriage. The lack of air and arousal made my mind go blank and my eyes rolled back as the saliva from my mouth dripped down.

The moans behind us got louder and then ceased, leaving only my smothered cries and Vasil’s loud grunts in the air. His hammering into my mouth seemed never-ending, his throbbing balls smacking against my face, pulsing with gushing seed. With an intense roar, his cock slammed deeply into me and he released his third load, deep enough to force me to swallow the thick cream.

Vasil’s stamina was finally used and he collapsed next to the trunk, caressing my weary head as I swallowed the last drops, finally managing to breathe. The racket had awoken Leeto, and came over to the fireplace, rubbing his tired eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, not seeing my naked lower body facing away from him. Only seeing my tired, drooling face.

“Don’t worry, I just burned myself,” Vasil answered wearily, waving his hand to make the healer go back to sleep.

“Uh-um, why is your cock out?” Leeto queried, still unable to put the pieces together, he was a good healer, just not a very smart one.

“Well, can you guess what I burned?” Vasil grunted back. Sudden realization spread on Leeto’s face as he thought the half-orc had just somehow burned his dick.

“Oh, uh… Come to me if you need any balms for that,” Leeto mumbled as he trailed off back to his tent.

“I think I've done enough coming tonight,” Vasil replied, making me chuckle. I gathered the last of my strength, pulled myself up and sat next to the tired orc. Clasping his hand to my own.

“So, hey… Is this gonna happen every day from now on?” I asked, half kidding, wiping the drool from my face.

“Well, usually I can go for a couple more rounds before getting tired, but today’s battle took a lot out of me.”

“Huh…” I gulped, thinking about tomorrow. After pondering it for a while I turned to him and said “I think it might work,” My answer made the half-orc chortle.

“You sure about that?” He asked and looked into my eyes, his own eyes smiling.

“Didn’t I tell you, I’m pretty sturdy,” I said, pulling him closer for a kiss. His lips were still moist from my fluids and I tenderly teased his tongue with mine. Circling his piercing with the tip of my tongue.

“Don’t you dare,” Vasil said, sounding slightly frustrated.

“Maybe I have more stamina than you,” I smirked yet decided not to bother him for the rest of the night. Side by side we watched the flames before us, tending them every now and then, not forgetting to check our surroundings. A couple of hours passed when Melesina and Fatin finally got up, acting like nothing had happened between the two. Melesina scolded us for not waking them sooner, but we thought they deserved the rest.

Vasil crawled into the tent first, leaving me to summarise what had happened during our watch, of course leaving some details out, letting them know everything had been calm and we didn’t hear anything strange. I retired to our tent next to Vasil, who snagged my small body tightly in his arms. Caressing my neck with his lips, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Vasil’s hands gently massaged my lower back and shoulders, knowing they’d been strained. His rough banging and gentle aftercare put together a very contradicting image.

I spun around and looked at him. Vasil looked happy like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, I mean, I certainly had felt the size of loads.

I smiled back, kissed him once more, and cuddled firmly against his warm chest, falling asleep satisfied.

#my stuff #monster breeding #m/m fiction #monster kink

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stormears · 10 months ago

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Top 10 fantasy writers?

Oh man had to really spend time thinking about this one. I have more favorite fantasy books than favorite writers. Some writers I might switch around in the ranking on any given day, but welll...not the first one..

1-Meredith Ann Pierce. My favorite. My queen. I know her from the Firebringer trilogy, an epic tale about a unicorn prince fulfilling a prophecy. Her prose is just sumptuous and and elegant. A tender Thanksgiving turkey for my brain. Her descriptions are dreamy and epic, truly written like a legend of old. Any paragraph from this trilogy makes me sigh with appreciation. A writing style for the ages.

2-E. E. Knight. Author of the Wheel of Fire series, about a trio of dragon siblings who grow up separated, leading vastly different lives, until they reconnect as adults who have disparate ideas on dealing with humans. His books left in me awe of how FULL they were, how detailed and intense and long each sibling's life felt. For every book I read, I felt I'd actually consumed two, and been taken around the world in the process. GOD what great books.

3-David Clement-Davies. For "Fire Bringer", an epic about red deer with a Jesus-like prophecy, and less so for "The Sight" about wolves with a prophecy. I liked the deer one more. I'm really about these "epic animal goes on epic journey with epic prose" stories. Fire Bringer characters imo lean a bit tropey and cheesy, but I enjoy them as they and their conflicts are still treated with intense l seriousness, my kinda tone. I admire his mysterious world and atmosphere, if not necessarily all his characters. Still. "Rannoch had passed into eternity" has lived in my head rent free since 2009 ish.

4-Naomi Novik. For the Temeraire series. Come on. I'm a dragon girl through and through. I can't not bow down to a series with tons of speaking dragon characters. I'm not usually into historical fiction, but I think blending it with dragons is a bold and unique choice, and I'm always down for uniqueness. I'm impressed by the variety of dragons and their treatment in the wide world, and how the wide world is so deeply and frequently explored and societal behavior between nations compared and commented upon. She put SOOOO MUUUUUCH work into this series. My only complaint about Temeraire ever is that the dragons don't get much visual description. Usually just, "a [species name] appeared and it said and did this" and I don't get told if it's red or blue or spotted or has long legs or is baring teeth or grinning. The descriptions of dragons are curiously thin. I wrote a tumblr post complaining about that once and now I can't find it.

5-Richard Adams. Of course, my man, my king who art now in heaven, who wrote my very favorite book, Watership Down. Just an impeccable story. To me, it's a perfect story. Maybe that's why I've never tried to look up fic about it haha. Like so many people I'm totally in awe of its rabbit centric world and their stories and behavior and how they navigate the world and how they speak in English accents that are weird to me. I love Hazel and Fiver talking about what's coming. I love Cowslip's creepy warren. I love the beautiful lovely down. I love Bigwig fighting Woundwort inside Watership Down and telling him "my chief told me to defend this run" and Woundwort is briefly SHOCKED that big, tough Bigwig himself is not the chief. I will remember and quote El-ahrairah stories for the rest of my life. Prince with a Thousand Enemies...but first they must catch you...not a day goes by that a mother does not offer her life for her kittens, not a chief for his warren...the field, Hazel, it's covered with blood. I LOVE U WATERSHIP DOWN I WANT MY FIRST TATTOO TO BE YOU!!!!!

6-George R. R. Martin. Idc if this is an overrated answer, he rocks, he's on top of the world for good reason. He has Knights' feeling of "fullness" but 10x and with 20x more characters. I'm so impressed with how intricate each character and political plot is, how far-thinking he'd have to be in creating this world. I remember when reading these books, I'd get SO engrossed in each character POV I'd be angry when the chapter ended because I didn't want to leave that character, then start a new chapter and get really into THAT character...rinse and repeat until end of book.

7-Anne McCaffrey. More dragons lol. My bff introduced me to her books, which might count as more sci-fi but idc. She created a well realized world where dragons have a function in a pastoral society and particular ways they and their riders function...so neat...too bad the characters themselves are kinda flat as hell haha. It's like the MC of each book is my boring ass tour guide through a cool as hell setting.

And that's all lol I can't think of any more since I'm too sleepy! As you can see I have a preference for dragons, TALKING dragons and worlds where dragons or special/magical animals are important to the people that live in them. I'm still 12 inside.

Big thanks to Haelth for giving me the most self-indulgent question of the year.

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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There was a mix up in my end bestie, so I hope this was alright, I love you too 💚 @larabiatasstuff

You were nearly done bringing the last box of your things up the stairs to your new flat, you decided to move away when life was getting to stressful for you and you needed a change of scenery. You were just about to reach the last few steps, you were exhausted from going up and down them so many times, and you were staring to feel a little dizzy. You thought your foot was about to land on the last step, but you miscounted by one, and you felt like you were about to fall over flat on your face. "Woh!" Came a mans voice as you feel a pair of strong arms grab you, pulling you up so you didnt hit the floor. "Are you alright miss?" You were very suprised to see the man who was holding you, he was gorgeous! He had beautiful short silver hair, light blue eyes, a welcoming smile, and good lord he was tall! He towered over your short frame, he had to be at least 6 ft 4, 6 ft 5? "You look a little dizzy, are you ok?" "Yeh I'm, I'm fine. Thank you for catching me, I seem to have lost my footing" "Its no problem" He gentle let's you go and you instantly rest your hand on the wall, still needing a moment to catch your breath. "You must be my new neighbor?" "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Cash" "I'm Y/N" You both go to shake eachothers hands, and again, your suprised at the sheer size of his compared to yours, and they looked so strong too. "If you needed help with all those boxes you could have knocked on my door, I would have been happy to help you" "Ah that's ok, I'm still new and I didn't want to disturb anyone" "And in doing so it appears you've worn yourself out, I take it your stuff isn't set up yet? Can I make you a drink in my apartment? It's the least I can do" "That would be lovely, thank you"

He invited you into his flat and made you a glass of ice cold fresh lemonade, it was just what you needed. You stayed and chatted to Cash for nearly an hour, he was such an interesting person to talk to, and he really enjoyed learning more about you too. Time had gone so quickly talking to him that you didn't realise 2 hours had gone by. "Wow is that the time? I'm sorry Cash but I have to get my stuff unpacked" "That's ok Y/N, just give me a shout of you need any help with anything, or just want some company" "I'll do that, see you later" For the rest of the afternoon and evening, you had been working hard to set up your rooms and put everything where you wanted it to be, it took a lot longer than you had hoped. When you were finaly finished, you ended up falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. The next day, you had popped out to the local food shop which was practically across the street from your flat, and you had grabbed quite a few things you needed for your fridge and freezer. You entered the building and were just heading up the stairs with your heavy bags of shopping, when you hear footsteps coming up quickly behind you. "Y/N what are you doing?!" "Oh hey Cash, I'm taking my shopping upstairs, why do you sound so shocked by that?" "Are you honestly asking me that? Y/N, your carrying all those bags of shopping by yourself, and I can see how heavy they are because their turning your fingers red. Let me help you" "Cash you don't need to, I'm a big girl and can do it myself" "That as may be, but I'm not going to allow you to do that while I'm around. Now come on, let me take some of those" You couldn't help but smile at him, this was a very sweet gesture.

You put the bags down and allow your fingers to stop hurting for a moment, and Cash reaches out and instinctively picks up the heaviest ones. "Cash of that's to heavy for you, I'm happy to take-" "No need to worry Y/N, let's get these upstairs shall we?" He started walking up the stairs like he wasn't holding anything at all, you couldn't help but feel impressed, you both got up to your flat and you let him in too, he loved the way you had your place set up, he thought it was very stylish. You put all your shopping away while you both chatted and grew a closer bond, it felt like you had gained a bestfriend in him and you had only known him for 2 days. He was so similar to you, in his likes and dislikes, and how you grew up and became adults. You asked if he'd like to stay for a coffee and he happily agreed, you spent nearly 3 hours just talking and drinking coffee on your sofa, it was wonderful. During that time, Cash invited you to his place for a dinner, as you still hadn't worked out your new oven yet, and you were more than happy to do that. That evening, you went next door and had an amazing time with Cash, he was a great cook and you laughted together, more than you've laughed in a long time. Over the next 2 months, you and Cash were inseparable, you loved hanging out together and were always there to support eachother. You both told eachother your issues and problems, and there was always a shoulder to lean from both you and him. You weren't sure at the time, but you thought there was something different, in how you felt about him. From day one you thought he was handsome, but was there more to this? One evening when you were hanging out at Cash's place, you were having a drink and putting the world to rights, when out of the blue, you receive a text from an old friend in your phone. "Oh, sorry Cash I've just got to read this. It's from Lindsey, and.....Oh no..."

"What's wrong Y/N? You look like you've seen a ghost" "That was uhh...my old friend Lindsey. She umm, she let's me know if my...my ex is nearby" "Your ex? Y/N your as white as a sheet, he's more than an ex isn't he?" "....Yes....he used to....he used to abuse me" "He what?!" "Verbally and physically, he would do anything he could to bring me down, literally! most of the time. He wouldn't be happy until I was curled up in a ball on the floor, too scared to move. He used to say...it was him showing dominance" "That b#stard did this to you?!" "Amongst countless other things..." "Y/N I am so sorry you went through that, you didn't deserve it"

"I know, it's just hard having to think about it you know? He was one of the reasons I moved up hear, to escape the whole situation" "I take it he wasn't happy about that?" "Your right, I got a restraining order put on him, but according to this text Lindsey sent me, it ended two days ago, and he wants to come and talk to me" Cash can see you shaking, and you look terrified, he gently takes your hand in his and gives you a warm smile. "Look at me Y/N, I know we started off as just neighbor's. But I feel like I've made a life long friendship with you, and I hate the thought of you going through this on your own. I promise that I won't let him hurt you again" "Cash I can't let you get involved with this, he's a psycho! I don't want you to get hurt because of me" "Its to late for that, I'm afraid your stuck with me. Plus, I may have a few tricks up my sleave" "What do you mean?" "Remember when I told you I used to work in the police force? Well I have a buddy who helps out in domestic abuse cases and if I give him the right information, he can get a permanent instead of temporary restraining order placed on him like that! (Clicking his fingers) You wouldn't have to worry about him bothering you again" "Cash, you'd really do that for me?"

"Of course I would, you have evidence from a second party that the restraining order is finished and he wants to approach you, and I'm a witness in seeing that you are physically scared of him approaching you, it's all useful things we can tell the police to get a permanent ban on him and keep him away from you" "Cash I....I don't know what to say" "You don't have to say anything Y/N, just your smile is thanks enough" You couldn't help the happiness flow though you when he told you all of this, you pull him for a tight hug and whisper in his ear how thankful you are for his friendship. You cant see it, but Cash is smiling as stroking your hair, loving that he can be this close to you. Before you and Cash went your separate ways, you both had discussed and got out the necessary paperwork for filing for this permanent restraining order, and he had all the information he needed to go to his police friend the next morning. The next day when you awoke, you didn't feel anxious or worried at all, because of Cash, you felt safe. You happily went about your day as you normally would, going to work, grabbing some things on the way back and going back to your flat. However something was about to change.... You opened your door to put your bags inside, and you were about to close it when all of a sudden, a mans foot blocks the foor from closing, and the foor bursts towards you in an aggressive manner, pushing you to the floor with a loud thud. "Hey! Who the hell are y........oh god....Harry!" "Hey there good looking, did you miss me?" You scramble to your feet and back away from him, he just closes the front door behind him and stares at you in a menacing way. "Get the f#ck away from me Harry! Get out of my home!" "Hey hey, there's no need to shout Y/N, you remeber what happens if my girl misbehaves?" "I'm not your girl Harry!" "Ah well you see, you are. That little paperwork issue isn't a problem a more" "That paperwork issue was a restraining order! You couldn't legally come near me!" "But I can now...cant I...." "Please, I am begging you, just leave me alone"

"This is your own fault Y/N, if you hadn't have fought back and made me angry, you wouldn't have to be punished right now. So the choice is yours. Come back to me and just have to hide a few bruises...or I'll force you back! And you wont be able to show your face to the outside world for weeks!" "F#ck you Harry!" "So we're gunna do this the fun way then?" He quickly advances on you, but you manage to duck out of the way for a moment and hit him in the head with a frying pan. "Ggaaahh! You stupid little b#tch!" He smacks the frying pan out of your hands and grabs you by the throat, pinning you down on the floor. He is knelt on top of you and you can't get away as he squeezes your throat, your panicking as you can't breath. His eyes are filled with anger and your desperately clawing at his hands to get them off of you, but he very easily overpowers you. You we're scared that this was the end, until your front door is smashed open and in runs Cash!

He lunges at Harry and throws his whole body against the wall with a loud smacking sound. Cash is straight down beside you, helping you sit up as your coughing and gasping for air. "Oh my god Y/N! Just breath ok? Your ok now" "Cash! He-He wouldn't stop-" "Shhh shhh it's ok, I'm not going to let him near you" Harry stands up from being thrown, and as you see this, you desperately cling to Cash's arms as he holds you. Cash helps you up and stands infront of you to keep you safe. "Well, your quite strong aren't you? I'm impressed. Now, do me a favour and leave me and Y/N in peace eh? We have some unfinished business to take care of" "Over my dead body will you ever touch her again" "Oh is that so? And you really think your going to stop me taking what is mine?" "Not just me, but the law too" "You do realise my restraining order on her had expired right? So I can do whatever I want" "The old restraining, yes"

Harry looks confused at Cash's comment. "I'm sorry, what?" "Your OLD restraining is finished, but the new one has been reinforced this morning. You see I have many friends in the police force, and they were able to pull some strings down at the office. And from the time this paperwork was signed, at 8 o'clock on the dot, you have a permanent restraining order against Y/N, and if you violate that by coming within half a mile of her, you will be brought into custody. And if you intimidate or physically harm her in anyway, you will go directly to jail and have to serve a minimum of 10 years. And from what I just witnessed, it seems you have done exactly that" "Oh yeh? And what proof do you have big guy?" "Funny you should ask actually, you see this little thing hear?" Cash says as he points to a button on his shirt that looks bigger and more out of place than the rest. "This is a miniature body camera, and it caught the entire assult from when I opened the door, so yes, this is proof right hear" Harry is getting so angry, he saw this as his chance to pull you back into his web, and Cash has stoped that from happening. "F#ck you man! Y/N! All you have to do is say this is a lie to the police and you can have me back! Come on what do you say babycakes?" You look him dead in the eye, and tell him. "I hope one of those big men in jail makes you their b#tch" Cash smirks, he's so proud of you and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze to help you feel safer. "Well....in for a penny, in for a pound!" Harry runs right towards me and Cash, Cash moves you back and he and Harry start to fight eachother in your flat. Many punches were thrown, mostly at Harry, but he did get Cash a few times too, one right in the face, causing what looks like a split eyebrow that's starts to bleed. "Harry leave him alone!" "Shut up b#tch! I'm not finished with you yet!" But before harry could try to get you, Cash pulls him back and kicks him right in the balls, winding Harry, and Cash grabs both his wrists and locks his hands in cuffs against the radiator.

"That's where your gunna stay until the police get hear #sshole!" "F#ck you! She's mine!" It seems Cash has had enough of Harry, and he punches him so hard in the face that he knocks him out. "Cash! Oh my god, your hurt" You say running over to him and resting your hands against his face. "Its alright Y/N, I'm fine" "Your not fine, your bleeding!" He looks at you calmly, gently taking your hands away from his face and holding them in his own. "Y/N, look at me. It's just a little blood, I promise I'm ok"

He can see tears falling down your face, and he sweetly wipes then away, then he sees the red marks on your neck. "Your poor neck, your must be in pain. Come on" He gently takes you to the kitchen and puts some ice in a tea towel, placing it against your neck. "Hhsss!" "Sorry Y/N, but this will help with the pain ok?" "Thank you Cash" Before either of you could talk, 3 police officers walk through the door. "Cash?" "Michael! I'm so glad your hear. Did you see everything that happened through the camera?" "I did, and that's why we're hear. Where is this #sshole?" You and Cash point to the corner of the room where Harry is chained to the radiator, and Micheal and his officers approach him. "Hey there Harry" "Huh? What? Off-Officers! You need to arrest that guy! He assaulted me!" "Oh really? Like you assulted that young woman over there? That we all happend to witness through his camera?" "........Oh sh#t...." "Let's take him in boys" Micheal and the other officers take him away, but Micheal just checks in with you both before he leaves. "Don't worry miss L/N, he has broken the terms of the order, and he will be going straight to prison" "Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I appreciate this" "We're just doing our jobs maam, and Cash, I take it your going to keep an eye on her?" "Without a doubt Micheal" "Alright, well if you have any further questions please feel free to give us a call and we will help you with whatever you need" Micheal says his goodbuys and leaves you and Cash in your flat. "Oh Cash, your still bleeding, just sit hear a moment, I'll get you cleaned up"

You rummage around in your cupboards and find the first aid kit, then you come back and sit with him on the sofa. "This isn't necessary Y/N" "Cash, Harry hurt you and I am going to help you" You wipe away the blood from his eyebrow and start getting out what you need from the box. "Besides, it's my fault your hurt anyway. I should do anything I can-" "Woh woh Y/N, what makes you think this is your fault?" "He was hear for me Cash, and if it wasn't for me you would never have been in this position" "Y/N, none of this is your fault" "You say that Cash, but I-" He cuts you off by taking your hands in his, and giving you a kind look. "I promise you this Y/N....nothing that has happend today is your fault. Harry was the one who attacked you, Harry did this to me. You did nothing wrong, and until you belive that, I'm going to keep reminding you of that, ok?" You exhale in defeat, you couldn't argue with him. "...Ok Cash, let me just finish this up" You take out something to help seel up his cut on his eyebrow, and put a plaster over it too. "Is that any better Cash?" "Its great Y/N, thank you. Now, let's help you out" "With what? I'm fine" "Oh yeh? Say that to your neck with red marks around it, and your hands that are still shaking. Hear, pass me that tea towel" You hand him the iced towel and he delicately places it against your neck, moving it around and over the tender parts. His free hand is resting against your face as he looks at your neck, trying to concentrate on making you feel better. You couldn't help but smile at him and look deep into his blue eyes, how could you get so lucky to have a friend like him?

He saw you looking at him and he smiled. "Is it feeling any better Y/N?" "Yes...thank you Cash...for everything...I don't know how I can repay you" "If anything, I should be repaying you. Literally repaying you! Look at what I did to your door" Its only then that you notice your door was smashed into and is now hanging by its hinges. "Oh wow! I didn't even realise" "I know a hardware shop around the corner, I'll grab you a new door and replace it for you. That is, if your ok staying hear for a little while? Or would you like me to stay?" "Its ok Cash, you can go. The danger has been taken away so there's no need for me to feel unsafe" "Ok Y/N, you have my number if you need me yeh? I'll be right back" He stands up and places a kiss on your forhead very sweetly, it makes you smile so much that your cheeks get warm. He gives you a smile before leaving your flat and heading down the stairs. The whole experience that happened with you, Harry and Cash was a big thing for you to have to go through, but you were happy that Cash was there for you. You took this time to try and calm down and have a drink of water, once you felt more normal and the marks on your neck had nearly gone, Cash came back with a brand new door for you. You kept him company and helped him put the door back on, he even managed to get you to laugh a few times, really helping you feel back to normal. That night, you had a brand new door, no more anxiety or worry with Harry and you had your bestfriend by your side.

You were both finishing dinner in the living room when you both sat together quite close on the sofa. He put his arm around your shoulder and held you a little closer. "How are you feeling Y/N?" "I'm great Cash, how about you?" "You know me Y/N, being around you always makes my day better" "Even after getting into a fight this afternoon?" "Ah that was nothing, he crumbled like a little b#tch" He makes you giggle and you look back into his eyes. "You've saved me in so many diffrent ways Cash, I want you to know that" "I do Y/N...I do..." Your heart starts racing and you can't stop looking between his eyes and his lips. In this moment, all you wanted to do was kiss him like there was no tomorow. He swallows hard as his eyes fix on yours and his hand slowly comes up to your face, gentle running his fingers against your cheek. He slowly leans in and both yours and his eyes close in the anticipation, you can feel his breath as he gets closer, and before you know it, the warm soft feel of his lips is what you feel against yours, his lips lock with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. His kiss gets gradually more passionate, adding a little tounge and holding you closer to his chest, you loved every moment of this. His hand accidentally brushed against your neck and it made you wince in pain and pull away from him. "Hhsss ouch" "Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to do that" "Its-Its ok Cash..." The moment ends up feeling a little awkward between you, and neither of you know what to do or say.

"I..ummm..." "I'm sorry Y/N, I think I'll...I'll let you get some rest. You've had a long day and you need some sleep" "....ok...can we maybe talk tomorow?" "Yeh...I'd like that..." So he stands up and makes his way out of the door, you both share an awkward smile before he leaves your flat. Oh no what was that? Why did you have to wince at him touching you like that? You were in pure heaven when he was kissing you, you were so annoyed that it stopped. You sit there and stir in your feelings and thoughts, what were you going to do? How can you go back to normal after that happened?......but now that you think about it, did you WANT it to go back to normal? You had never been kissed like that before and Cash was perfect for you.

You spent nearly 20 minutes thinking about what you were going to do or what to say, until a voice in your brain just said (f#ck it!) If he didnt like you the same way he wouldn't have kissed you back, so just go for it! You stood up and stormed straight out of your flat and towards Cash's front door. You were about to knock on it, but the door swings open and he is standing right there infront of you. He looks like he was in a rush, was he about to do the same thing your doing? Did he feel the same? You didn't have a chance to say anything as Cash took you into his arms and kissed you like it was the most important thing in the world. You hold him against you as he kisses you even deeper and the whole moment gets more and more steamy, he leads you inside and presses you against the door after it closes, pressing his body against yours, you can feel how hard he is already. You pull at his shirt and it falls to the floor, then he does the same with yours. He has pure lust in his eyes as he gets on his knees before you and starts taking off your trousers and underwear, all while your unhookikg your bra. As soon as your wearing nothing at all, his hands cup your breasts and his lips lock around your nipples as he starts to lick and suck. You cant help mouthing the word (f#ck) as he does this, even weaving your fingers into his hair as he kneels before you, practically worshipping your body. He stands up and kisses you again, picking you up and holding your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the door, you kiss him once again as he carrys you to his bedroom, he sits down in the bed still with his boxers on, but you could feel how desperate he was to be free from them.

You pressed your body against him and kissed him as he laid flat on his back, moving his hands over your back and thighs, grinding your hips against his ever growing and hardening cock. He put his arm around you and held you close as he spun you around and lead you on your back instead, with him behind on top of you and pressing his muscular chest against your bare breasts. "Your so beautiful Y/N, I need to taste you..." He starts to run his lips and tounge from your mouth all the way down from your breasts, navel and towards your sweet spot. You look down for just a moment before he buries his face inbetween your legs and devours you like you were his last meal. You couldn't help gasping at this sensation, it was so f#cking good and you never wanted it to stop. His hair may have been short, but holy hell you held onto it like your life depended on it, the whole moment was making you feel like you were about to explode. You couldn't help the escaping gasps and moans as it built up more and more, and before you knew it, you were screaming out in pleasure from the leg shaking orgasm! But he didnt stop there, no matter how out of breath you were or how much you were shaking, he kept going, and he ended up giving you another 2 orgasms just by using his tounge. you felt like your lungs had been squeezed out by how much you screamed with pleasure, you had a tear running down your cheek, but it was a happy tear.

He finaly resurfaced from between your legs, looking extremely pleased with himself. "You have no idea how long I've wished to make you scream like that, god I need to feel you" "Then take me Cash, just like you've imagined, make me yours" His eyes spoke to you, understanding love, lust and hunger. He pulls your hips as he sits with his back against the bedframe and brings you into his lap, that's where your able to slide right onto his thick, girthy cock. "Oh f#ck Cash, your so big" "This is all for you beautiful, I belong to you" And without wanting to waist any time, you start moving your hips back and forth, feeling him inside you and his cock was hitting all the sweet spots you wanted it to. Being in the lotus position with him was so f#cking good! You could look deep into his eyes, kiss him like never before, all while he holds you against him and thrusts up into you. You both go like this for a little while, but you never wanted it to stop, then you could feel the sweet release building again. "Oh f#ck! Oh god!" "That's it Y/N, cum over my cock" His words brought you over the edge, and just like that, it happened again. The shaking came back as extacy was flowing through you, all while Cash continued to thrust up into you with no mercy. "Oh my god Cash..." "Don't worry gorgeous, there's plenty more for me to show you...." Then he proceeded to f#ck you more and more throughout the night, in every position you could do, it was the best night of your life! Once you both finished you laid in bed physically breathless and utterly exhausted, just like Cash. You smile at eachother and let out a breathy laugh. "Holy sh#t Cash, that was incredible" "I couldn't agree more Y/N, that was way better than I imagined it would be" "So?....you've been imagining me like this, for how long?"

"Honestly? Since the first time I saw you smile. Your smile bewitched me, and I'm so glad it did" "I can't deny, I see you in the same way, I was worried you just wanted to be friends" "I think it's safe to say that after our time in my bedroom, that it's more than a friendship hear" "Your right, my god that was great! I've never know multiple orgasms before, I thought that was just a myth" "It was enjoyable watching you have them gorgeous. Do you maybe wanna go for another round?" "Another round? After your performance I may need to refuel" "How about we go to the kitchen and find something nice to snack on? I've got lots of things.....including whipped cream...." "Oh Cash, you are insatiable" "I finaly have you where I want you, and if you'd like to, I can show you my talents again? This time...with a little whipped cream...." "I cant resist you Cash" "Well then, let's go to the kitchen shall we? I'm hoping to enjoy many things tonight, with you being the main course..."

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