#i think the idea is that it was just a short fairly low effort thing

[cartooncarcass]

i should start working on beach episode again

[canmom]

"don't post links to pirate sites" as a security through obscurity strategy seems... weak. if a pirate site is so obscure that almost nobody can find it, it's also essentially pointless.

but yes, if a pirate site is common knowledge, the feds will be working on destroying it. so the idea is i assume to achieve an intermediate level of obscurity, where you have to have a certain amount of talent for asking the right people or searching the right things to find it. but... whatever capacity for research you are asking people to have on that front, the feds are equally capable of it, and they have a whole lot more time on their hands for tracking down pirate sites! security through obscurity is a losing game for piracy. the perfect sweet spot where people can find your pirate resource but the feds cannot is something of a mirage.

if not that, than what?

the current piracy system involves a few different tiers of accessibility, and various components that are more or less decentralised.

torrents are the most resilient tech because to stamp out a torrent (with DHT enabled) you have to suppress every seed. so, you have big public torrent trackers like TPB; these are well known and rely on hopping domains and redundancy for security. the ratio of seeds to leeches tends to be low, but the number of users is large enough that there will be at least a few seeds out there for most stuff. torrent clients have gotten a lot better at seeding strategies that take into account your seed ratio and what's currently available in the swarm, so if you just leave everything on seed and open your torrent client fairly often (use a VPN though lol), you don't really need to think about it.

then you have private trackers; these operate on an invite basis. the problem with this is that when the pool of users is so small, the odds of a given seed being online are also small. to prevent torrents dying, they gamify it: you get points for seeding and if you don't have enough points you can't download anything until you seed more. to help people get back in the game there will be 'freeleech' events. being active on a private tracker takes a bit of work.

and of course you have to get in in the first place, which tends to require a proven track record of seeding on other private trackers, and some kind of interview with the operators. getting involved in private trackers is a much bigger ask, you have to figure out where to get your foot in the door, and work your way up to the more insular trackers. it's like a mini subculture. it's valuable, but not scalable.

at the top level of inaccessibility is the warez scene. this is a whole subject that i'm not even gonna get into, go read wikipedia. historically this is where the files actually come from, before getting distributed on public trackers, usenet etc. but good luck getting in there lmao, they are understandably quite paranoid.

of course, for stuff to get on pirate sites you need somebody to go the effort of ripping and encoding it. this is where a major point of failure exists. when RarBG went down recently, the biggest loss was not the existing archive of torrent links, which can be backed up - it was that they were very active at converting scene releases into torrents with a decent balance of file size and quality, which then filter out into the various public trackers. that is much harder to replace! but what killed RarBG wasn't even suppression by authorities - according to their statement, it was a bunch of the admins getting covid or dying or fighting in the Russia-Ukraine war, which made the whole operation impossible to continue. so despite the thousands of people who download RarBG torrents, this single point of failure was overstressed and broke.

as far as the ethics of spreading links to pirate sites go... if it's something like a mega drive, yeah, the chances of a takedown are pretty high if it gets noticed! no question. but those things are by nature short-lived; if you want to use that for archival you're building on sand. there's also databases like emuparadise, but there was no saving that through obscurity, it just took Nintendo a minute to bring the case.

in this kind of centralised case, the clock is ticking from day 1. what we want is to maximise the number of people who are able to save copies while it's up, and then some of those people can put it up again somewhere else and keep the authorities playing whack-a-mole. (for a small collection of files, a sensible measure would be to make a torrent and a mega drive side by side, so that people can download the mega drive and then add the torrent to their client to seed if it gets nuked.)

as for torrent sites, the thing is that torrents rely for effectiveness on a swarm that is either very large or very responsible about seeding. if it's a public tracker, it has to be well known or it's pointless. instead of security through obscurity, the form of security for these sites is try to make the resource itself hard to take down - operating the tracker/archive in countries that don't have copyright treaties, maintaining mirrors, and of course distributing as many seeds as possible so the torrent can stay alive even if the site goes down.

the major problem with a dead torrent site is discoverability. if it's harder to find the torrent, fewer people will download it, the existing seeds will gradually go offline, and of course you can't download a torrent that you don't know exists. and while you could imagine a system of broadcasting metadata about a torrent (title, encoding etc.) in a DHT-like way but that would be so vulnerable to fakes and spam. maybe some kind of cryptographically signed 'this torrent is good' declaration is possible? I know certain torrent clients tout discovery features, but honestly I don't know how well they work. I'm sure there are projects that are way ahead of the game than me on this question.

but yeah anyway trying to browbeat people into not sharing links to pirate media is 1. futile, by the time you see it the cat is out of the bag 2. not a sustainable strategy for security. if you wanna lecture people, 'use a VPN and seed your torrents' is evergreen ;p

[lurkingshan]

Since you've watched a lot of kdrama, what are common things you've seen in kdrama that have been consistently ported into K-BL, and what is your assessment of that approach?

Ooh, interesting question. So first, let's acknowledge a few things:

Korean bl is short format, with even the longest shows (Light on Me, The Eighth Sense) not even half the length of a standard kdrama (16-20 hours), and most clocking in around 2-4 hours

Kbl operates under much smaller budgets and significant constraints around casting as compared to mainstream kdrama

Kbl often draws from webtoons and manwha and mostly does not have the kind of auteur writers and directors behind it that you get in kdrama (Hwang Da-Seul is the most consistent creator in genre with Where Your Eyes Linger, Blueming, To My Star)

All that said, there are a few features of mainstream kdrama that have definitely ported over into kbl despite these constraints:

Slick production values and strong use of setting and color: even the cheapest kbls still look decent, and there is always intentionally behind the setting and use of color palettes to set the tone and feel. Korea has a very well-developed film industry and it shows. Color Rush, Semantic Error and Blueming were fantastic examples of this: even within more familiar school romances, the settings felt specific and the use of color to communicate character and themes was striking. I also think often of Our Dating Sim and Choco Milk Shake and the very effective characterization work achieved through design of the apartments.

Sound production and music on point: the home of kpop is not going to be caught sleeping on the OSTs. Nearly every production has original songs and given the leads of these shows are usually idols, they're often the ones on the tracks. And when they use music that is not original, like in The Eighth Sense, it's a very intentional choice to set mood and tone. Korea is not going to let a boy who can't actually sing take the mic (*side eyes Thailand*). To My Star is a great example of memorable OSTs even in a fairly low budget production, and Wish You and Sing My Crush showed us what kbl can do when it decides to bring the full kpop treatment to bear.

A keen understanding of the international audience: kdrama production is a big part of South Korea's explicit goals to take the global media landscape by storm, and kbl is included in that. It's not a coincidence that Korea decided to step up its game in this arena shortly after Thai bl exploded (shoutout to 2gether and pandemic lockdowns). Kbl follows trends and explicitly caters to international audiences in a way jbl does not. The Eighth Sense was basically a case study in marrying kdrama sensibilities and western aesthetics for maximum international attention.

Second leads and valorization of unrequited love: you and I have discussed this one a lot because this is a feature of kdramas that will never die and that kbls also clearly love. Korea loves a one-sided love story and culturally, there is a certain dignity afforded to owning your feelings and being honest with the object of your affection, even when there is no hope of reciprocation. Often second leads don't get the guy/girl because they hesitate or hide their feelings until it's too late: the trope is used to underline the important of honesty and effort as well as providing a catalyst for the main lead to make their move. In Korean culture, the trying is what matters much more than the succeeding. We are meant to like most second leads and see them as honorable and dignified for their sincere feelings toward the protagonist. Second lead syndrome is a thing for a reason. It's also just a cheap and easy way to create drama so you'll often see it in the lower budget kbls. Second leads showed up recently in kbls like The Tasty Florida, Jun & Jun, Oh! Boarding House, Bon Appetit, etc. We also sometimes see kbls playing with the idea of unrequited love in the main pairing that is actually requited, like in Our Dating Sim.

Love triangles: relatedly, Korea loves them a love triangle, and they are uniquely good at doing it well when they want to. Light on Me is a fantastic example of a narrative where you can legitimately see the protagonist liking and ending up with both the main and second lead. And that is rooted in the way the narrative treats Daon with dignity even as it punishes him for his hesitation in reciprocating Taekyung's feelings (see above). When you have a strong second lead who engenders real sympathy with the audience, love triangle excellence is achieved.

Workplace romances: kdrama loves workplace romances, and we have seen kbl start to move into that space recently with shows like Roommates of Poongdock 304, Love Mate, Our Dating Sim, Jun & Jun, and The New Employee. Kdrama workplace romances run the gamut, but they often feature chaebol characters paired with a "normal" aka not wealthy person, and we are starting to see that more in the bl genre as well, as we discussed a bit yesterday. I believe @nieves-de-sugui commented on your post about how the rich/poor romance fantasy trend in recent bl may be coming in from kdrama. I think there's some truth to that, but really it's a foundational romance trope that predates kdrama by literal centuries, and is absolutely rooted in heteronormative patriarchal dynamics that assume men are breadwinners and caretakers for women (translated to seme/uke dynamics in bl). Often in kdrama the chaebol character is unable to live an authentic life due to the demands of filial piety and the expectations tied to their wealth, and I do think that dynamic is ripe for enrichment when you layer on gay identity in a homophobic society. But that requires shows leaving the no homophobia bubble, which few kbls have done.

Physical intimacy squarely in the middle space: comparing to heat levels we see across the spectrum of dramas, I think kdrama and kbl are pretty consistent in that they tend to land right in the middle of the spectrum. It's rare to see straight up dead fish kisses from romantic leads anymore (though it still happens, wincing at Unintentional Love Story), but they are also not going to be serving authentic sex scenes. What you get instead is very pretty open-mouthed kissing that feels more realistic than, for instance, the pure jbl lane, but still polished and aesthetically pleasing. Think Semantic Error, Blueming, Roomates of Poongdock 304, Love Mate, To My Star 2, Jun & Jun. This seems to be where the genre is landing and I don't expect heat levels to get any higher for kbl, as this is right in line with mainstream kdrama. The Eighth Sense offered a less polished version of intimacy that felt right in line with its grittier sensibilities.

So, after that long list, on to your second question: my assessment of this approach is that kbls are doing fairly well for themselves when you consider the constraints they are operating under. Look at a show like Love Tractor stacked up against something like Hometown Cha Cha Cha. These are both based in the classic romance trope of a city slicker coming to the country and falling in love with a humble working person. But where HCCC has 16 hours to build a quasi-enemies to lovers narrative with a rich community of side characters, LT has 3.5 hours to achieve the same thing. So it makes sense that it would fall back on well-worn tropes and story beats it knows the audience will recognize to help save time. These shortcuts help the audience ground themselves and get invested in the stories quickly.

One thing I'll say is that kbl mostly stays in the romcom lane with very occasional ventures into melo, and despite what casual observers think, kdrama actually has a lot more to offer than that. It's a giant world with stories based in every possible genre, tone, and style, and Korean media is particularly adept at embedding romance plots that actually work in all kinds of stories including action thrillers, horror, crime narratives, mysteries, supernatural and fantasy epics. I'd love to see kbl try this, though of course it would require the resources and runtime to do it successfully. Here's hoping they get the chance.

[poetryincostume]

With life and a back-breaking work schedule for a couple of years - until now, thank you greedy film studios - I have barely undertaken, nevermind finished, any personal sewing projects. This meant that when Star Wars Celebration returned to my neck of the woods this year I had no costumes to wear even if I had the energy to spend a day sweating and Uncomfy. But I needed something swarsy, even if just for a minute!

That led to me bashing this jacket together so I could put together a vaguely Hera Syndulla inspired look. The franchise and I may be at odds, but my general will always have my heart. Draped on the Tuesday night, made on the Wednesday, slip-stitched the lining in on Friday night after a day at the con and worn on the Saturday. I think the end result was quite lovely!

I called this a ‘doodle’, as I was effectively sketching the idea of a jacket with only a vague idea of what I wanted to achieve: a short cropped jacket, possibly a grown kimono collar and power shoulders since I already had XL raglan pads pinned to my dress form for the Arcane jacket I’ve been tooling with for a year and a half (and finally finished a month ago.)

The drape evolved into panels as there is one thing I love: unnecessary panelling. This also felt appropriately Swarsy. To lean into that Her Syndulla pilot/70’s workwear vibe I wanted a back yoke and vent. (You can tell this was a super quick project bc it has a side seam and these days I am morally opposed to side seams.)

Some semblance of shaped achieved I dove straight into smashing a pattern together from the drape, and decided that I would work out any issues as I went.

The main fabric is a coated scoured cotton I bought several years ago for a Hera jacket (inspired by the Lego series) so it’s come vaguely full circle back to it’s original intention. Ish.

As I was cutting I decided it needing piping! Yes! Piping is very fun and rebellionish, and another of my favourite things. It adds a lovely definition to panelling whilst also adding support to the fairly exaggerated silhouette. The piping was made from a stretching cotton twill that I dyed several years ago for an(other) abandoned Hera project.

The piping led to an abundance of topstitching as a lazy way to keep all seam allowances in place, and then becoming a tribute to Jyn Erso and her topstitching.

The jacket was then lined in a brown fine grosgrain that I inherited from a job, which was quickly slipped stitched in. I faced the cuffs with the wrong side of the main fabric to have a featured turn back.

The final look thrown together at the most exhausted, low-effort Celebration. I was aiming for cool modern Hera Syndulla but the end result was much more April O’Neill.

There are a number of grain issues, particularly with the back panels and vents that I didn’t particularly bother to finesse from the drape to the cutting. But it’s fine! It’s a funky little jacket for one event, no one got what I was going for but I did get some compliments. And most of all I got the satisfaction of actually making something from beginning to end in a period of exhausted personal sewing drought.

[recre8ed]

get to know your rp partner!

name: albatross! alba for short if you can't be bothered.

pronouns: they/them.

preferred comms: i default to tumblr dms. that's not to say i necessarily like them the most; i'll give out my discord pretty freely to most anyone who asks for it, but tumblr dms are a good starting point at the very least.

name of muse: cho hakkai!

experience in RP: it feels a little like i've been roleplaying my whole life! i actually started when i was 6 on minecraft creative servers and quotev, back when you could still do things like talk to other people on the site. it was mostly script-style until 20...12? i think? that was when i'd fully moved to quotev and was experimenting with longer para-style roleplays. then i moved to tumblr in 2014 to try my hand at some askblogs that crashed and burned, then i went to skype for a while, and my first proper para rp blog on tumblr came about in... oh, late 2017 or so? which is ... well, actually, that's 7 years, so it's the better part of a decade, but i guess i hadn't realized it had been that long.

best experiences: i had the most fun when the bungou stray dogs community was hitting somewhat of a peak in 2018. actually, i met most of my current roleplay friends there and picked up a parasitic little meow meow i went on to refurbish into an oc. everyone got along really well, especially before the hunting dogs were introduced. then, i'd also say i liked it when it was me and a few other people writing from baccano!. there was a span of time where we were all regularly active and wrote with eachother every single day, and even though it was a small fandom i didn't feel particularly alone. i wish i could replicate that feeling, haha.

pet peeves / dealbreakers: i'd say that i don't really like it when i follow someone and they only ever post about ships. i'm not particularly against them myself, but i've set out to make hakkai a relatively low romance muse who people will have to do some fairly extensive plotting to ship with. because of that, it tends to be a little restricting to me as a new follower when the only open memes or prompts are focused around romance. also, this goes without saying, but i tend to unfollow people who spend too much time preaching about morality in fiction and the rpc. there are plenty of topics i'm uncomfortable with seeing myself, but it's also not as black-and-white as a lot of people tend to act like it is when it comes to the portrayal of controversial characters. actually, part of hakkai's storyline in the earlier chapters of saiyuki deals heavily with this idea of morality applied to complex human beings. also, i don't like overly extensive formatting. hahaha.

muse preference (fluff, angst, smut): i don't have a particular preference. ideally i'd like to write all of them, though i'm disinclined to write much smut just because of the shipping situation on this blog and the fact that i don't know much about sex in general so i'm not confident my writing of it is really any good. i have a tendency towards complete plots and long-running dynamics that include every genre of writing that's possible between two or more characters.

plot or memes: this is kind of a hard one! i like to pre-establish some kind of skeleton of a plot, but after that sort of thing has been worked out, i enjoy the spontanaety of memes as a jumping off point for further plot and character development. i sort of operate on a mixture of both; i'll discuss a possibility, then start a thread or send a meme or two, then reconvene to see where that takes us with the plot. it's fun that way. 

long or short replies: well. long. i make some effort to curb the length of my replies when i can, but even speaking out of character like this i tend to talk on and on. even my shorter replies usually go beyond two paragraphs. hahaha.

best time to write: ... at work, really. i have an office job with a good amount of free time, so i tend to fill it by writing. i usually write my replies from the office and then draft them until later, when i can do things like add my icons, which i should really probably save to dropbox or some other form of cloud storage so i can just reply from there too. i'm at the office right now, by the way. i'll occasionally write outside of work too, but that's usually an activity reserved for afternoons or evenings, or if someone has just written something for me that i want to reply to. actually, i have a bad habit of replying to things right away. hahaha.

are you like your muse: only superficially. i talk a lot like hakkai does when it comes to "public appearances"—that is to say, i'm usually putting on airs with my tumblr posts. i'm a lot more relaxed and casual in private and with friends though, and he and i don't share a lot of traits beyond style of speech. i think hakkai is generally more actionable than i am, and he's better with kids, and he's generally a more focused and multi-talented person, and my one real talent (singing) is one of the only places where he struggles. obviously, hakkai has a very different moral code to me as well, and he likes cleaning and chores whereas i can't usually be bothered... i'm actually a lot more like his previous incarnation, tenpou gensui. there are muses of mine who i am a lot like (shen qingqiu - svsss, shirogane kei - log horizon) and muses of mine such as hakkai who i'm nothing like. i tend to project more on the muses closer to me, but i end up LIKING those who are very different a lot more.

tagged by: admittedly i stole it from a blog i was thinking about following. tagging: whoever wants to!

[tandy-angel]

💐 quotev refugee & professional sillyposter

hi there :3 i'm mars short for marshall & i like nicknames (among other things) ! my prns are they/them :3 i'm queer and have some gender in between the spectrum idk. currently in limbo since i haven't thought about it in a while haha

i'm tandy-angel or some variation thereof on most anything just hmu if you're interested in following on other platforms not listed below ^_^

i'm a fairly low-effort hellenic practicioner and modern witch who sometimes believes they used to be an angel. i love culture and religion and i'm currently reading the bible and learning tagalog. i have a moderate understanding of written spanish but do not believe i could hold a verbal conversation. i'm working on it

i have a lot of interests. i love all things beautiful and even those that aren't. i love humanity and romanticize everything! so yeah. i have a lot of interests. i'll link a post below outlining them all <3

more useless info below the cut but please follow & interact if any of this interests you :D i have no idea how to use tumblr despite having had one for years. my gf is coaching me so please be kind >_< anyway. hmu ♡ i'm nice i love talking to people i'll be here. like subscribe & follow thanks. mwah! xo, mars

⭐️ reference to tags i use [ official taglist ]

#hehe :3 things i like. more vague than #mecore

#mecore things i relate to. fairly obvious

#ray speaks truth a raypost i've reblogged and agree with. also obvious imo

#raycore things i think my gf might relate to/things that relate to him

#i love my southern gf idk. more specific gf tag, things that relate to him being southern or things that just make me feel particularly affectionate

#witchery on main fairly self explanatory. i usually post witch things on @mars-witchery

#check misc my "check and sort later" tag

#misc is anything non-fandom related. fandoms will be tagged as such

🔮 other socials

tandyangel2 / ao3 (i use this when i have something to publish that i am pleased with. very rare)

tandyangel / fanfiction (no longer active, yet sometimes i dream of going back ;___;)

tandy_angel2 / twt (also no longer active. have a few good memories from that era though) (edit: i will be heading back + revamping soon. re: quotev death)

tandyangel / pokefarm (i'm here only sometimes. read: barely ever)

mostly on quotev (no longer, since quotev death) & instagram with a personal account. hmu if you want it if we're friends, mutuals, or have interacted once. barely here on tumblr but it's a cute space so i wanna be on more. we'll see

🌷 other links

• interests

• carrd

• side blogs

long story short ! ★

✿ mars, they/them. queer + neurodiv

✿ taken, 1r1p. aroace bi lesbian

✿ likes music. psych + cs major

✿ i hate queer discourse count me OUT

✿ i'm a romantic i love everything else

✿ i'm friendly i promise please hmu

[daily-rayless]

Fic-writer questions!

I stole this from @runicmagitek so thank you! I'm not going to tag anyone specifically, but I know I have a number of talented fic-writing mutuals, so take a stab at this if you want to.

I'm going to include original fiction in a few places, as well as all my fics currently posted to FFN, just so we have more data to work with.

How many works do you have on AO3?

FFN: 52

AO3: 10

What's your total AO3 word count?

FFN (assuming their word counter is still functional, which is perhaps foolish of me): 601436

AO3: 517070

What fandoms do you write for? Tales of the Abyss, Transistor, and Fate most recently. In the past, Persona, Suikoden, Harry Potter, Soul Nomad, Makai Kingdom, Yggdra Union, Wild Arms, and some assorted others.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (Including FFN's faves):

363 – Birds (Harry Potter)

333 – Death and Ker (Persona 3)

182 – Elysion (Persona 3 & 4)

180 – Word on the Inside (Persona 4)

122 – Crime and Creme Brulee (Persona 4)

All on FFN! These are all very old fics, and I think I'll need a good long while before I get numbers like that on AO3.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Generally, yes. I like to let the reader know I'm aware of them and appreciate them leaving their thoughts, because readers who do want to comment are a minority. As for situations where I wouldn't, I'd probably ignore a flame. Or if a person leaves a bunch of comments at once, I might not respond to each individually. Or if someone left something without much context, like “huh” or “wow”, I might have no idea how to respond and just leave it.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm, it could depend. Anyone who's reading Scarlet has probably already played Yggdra Union and knows we're going to end with our fourteen-year-old heroine falling in battle while desperately defending her kingdom. “Misbegotten” focuses on the Demon Path of Soul Nomad, so, again, you'd go into that with a certain expectation of angst. So I think my ending that combines the most angst with surprise is the ending of “Cycles”, a Normal Path Soul Nomad fic where I decided to explore the game's concept of reincarnation. So someone dies at the end, very abruptly and somewhat graphically. The fact that I let Gig and Revya be married in it adds to the angst. Looking back more than ten years, yeah, it's very angsty, but I got some good feedback for it, so I don't regret it.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? On the subject of happy endings, I've been accused of not liking them. I love happy endings! But I do live in some dread of things feeling too pat and “wrapped up with a bow”. A lot of my oneshots are fairly low stakes, so the endings are happy enough, but looking at my longer stuff... Soul Searching ends with Gig and Revya getting married, the world being at peace, everything on a pretty happy note. (Unless you count the tragedy of Danette eating all of Gig's and Revya's hotpods, and, honestly, you should.)

Do you get hate on fics? I've never gotten seriously flamed so far. In the early 2010s, there was this one anon going through Persona fics and leaving very short flames on MinakoxShinjiro stuff, barely changing their wording at all. It was extremely low effort, impersonal, and I don't really count it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No, I wouldn't say so. When it comes to sex, I tend to focus more on a few individual details than a moment-to-moment description, and then the reader can fill in what they're comfortable with. With my latest original project (not Eola), I did get the threshold moment of my mom reading the draft and saying, “You write sex really well!”

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Okay, so when I was much younger, in the early 2000s, I had this long-running thing I wrote that I ended up calling “Kuja's Coffee-Bean Cafe”. Basically, it was a crossover of every video game I'd played at the time, where Kuja from Final Fantasy 9 ran a restaurant where all the various villains gather and have their own hierarchy and petty infighting and shenanigans. Some good guys are allowed to visit, and some of them have been captured for the villains' amusement, and all of it was played for humor. Trust me when I tell you that it was very funny to me at the time and it does not hold up. (Though it did make me speculatively ship Sephiroth and Celes, and I still think that ship has merit...) Since then, I do still sometimes write crossovers, but they're for my own amusement.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Last year (I think?) there was a post going around about how a lesser-known fan archive was grabbing stuff from FFN and AO3...but I honestly don't remember whether any of my fics were affected.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? My best friend and I came up with a Lion King sequel which I then wrote down. Some years later, me and the same friend wrote two original novellas together. For the first one, one of us would write a paragraph or two, and then the other would take over, and it built from there. For the second one (which we never finished), we each controlled a main character, so we would switch off for dialogue and individual actions, but otherwise we shared the rest of the story. It worked pretty well, and if you have a writing buddy whose style works with yours, I highly recommend it.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I'm not sure I have a mathematically favorite ship versus whatever ship I'm currently most focused on. In 2019, it was Red and Boxer from Transistor. Last year, it was Asch and Natalia from Tales of the Abyss. Right now, I've been swinging back towards Archer and Hakuno from Fate.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I've always been sad I never finished Public Speaking, my Suikoden V longfic about super minor npc Salisha Raulbel and what she thought of the war. It was very niche, but readers still found it and enjoyed it. I hung with it for two years, between 2006-08, but a lot was happening in my life, I was changing as a person, I was getting into new fandoms, and I couldn't maintain my interest; I also abandoned another long Suikoden fic and an original novel during that period. What's even worse was that the fic was over halfway done, and for a couple years afterwards, I would get comments asking for an update. I think that's part of why I now never start posting fics until I've completed at least one draft. Do I think I'll pull one of those 10+ Years Later updates? Probably not. But it was a good fic, and I'm sorry I left people hanging.

What are your writing strengths? I'm told my dialogue and descriptions are good. People also seem to respond well to my emotional scenes. And of course on my next book I'm going to put this right on the cover:

“She writes sex well!” – Her Mom

What are your writing weaknesses? Having just praised my dialogue, I'll admit I have a problem with slowing down dialogue to add too much physical communication – compressed lips, narrowed eyes, raised eyebrows. I know it can start to feel ridiculous, but I want you all to see the scene I'm seeing and I can't very well hire actors. I also feel like my fight scenes aren't the greatest; I find them a pain to write. Probably a byproduct of not running around the wilderness with a sword myself. I also, no matter how hard I try, fall prey to typos. I'm pretty good at editing other people's work, but my own writing is a whole 'nother animal.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I think it's a case by case thing. In general though, it can be overdone, especially if the author is, say, writing a character who's speaking in Spanish, but they keep having the character saying “I'm going to do my tarea” or “I need to go to la escuela!” when just saying “homework” and “school” flows so much more naturally. On the other hand, language is culture and character and history – using some of it can be very helpful in establishing setting and even time period. It also changes depending on how tightly we're in a character's pov. If we're right in the protagonist's head, and my hero doesn't speak French, and they overhear a spy saying, “J'ai volé le lapin sacré!" the meaning should remain a mystery. I shouldn't have the translation provided in a footnote or a parenthetical. On the other hand, if the pov is more pulled back and omniscient, then the author can translate it while reminding the reader the hero didn't understand it.

Overall, when it comes to using other languages, I think you need to keep the reader's needs in mind. If you want to throw out foreign phrases for a bit of flair, go for it, but limit it to phrases that aren't crucial to understanding the scene or story. Otherwise, you need to find a way to elegantly explain what's being said, without making it feel like a footnote. Something like that just breaks the immersive feeling of reading.

First fandom you wrote for? Probably that Lion King story. It was called The Lion King IV: The Revenge of Scar. There was a) no Lion King III and b) no Scar. I called it that because it took place three generations after the original (because that's how titles work), and Scar apparently had such a long con going he'd foreseen the actions of future evil lion villains who'd never even met him.

Favorite fic you've ever written? I'm going to repeat what I said on this post – The Beast in the Dark, the third installment of my unposted Fate trilogy. All three fics were written with the intention that I wouldn't be sharing them. That's also true of the Muse Trilogy and all my recent Tales of the Abyss stuff, but the Fate stuff was at a somewhat sadder, lonelier period in my life. I think that's one reason it's so special to me. Also, like I say in the linked post, because I wasn't going to share it, I allowed myself to throw all sorts of over the top tropes at it. I think it really helped me along in my writing, and, arguably, opening it up for public consumption might mess with how I feel about it. We'll see. I'm still not sure about posting it.

When it comes to fics I have posted though, I'll refer back to the same post and say Death and Ker. It was a fic that was really exciting both to write and post, right as Persona 3: Portable was coming out. I feel a lot of nostalgia for it, and while it's not perfect, I think parts of it still hold up.

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Long Lost Prince Part 2;

Merlin leads his people home and Arthur grapples with whether he should keep his feelings to himself or not.

Part 1

Just like Arthur promised, a portion of Camelot's army mixed with around fifty of Merlin's knights are marching towards the Dragonlands within a month.

Merlin and Arthur lead the way, Sir Thornway, Sir Leon, and Sir Mordred following closely behind. It was decided fairly quickly that Hunith and Gaius would stay in Camelot; they were desperate to get home, but they weren't fighters, and whilst the chance of attack was fairly low considering the army behind them and the two dragons circling ahead, Arthur and Merlin were unwilling to risk it.

At a quick pace, Arthur reckons they could've made the journey in a week, but the army is slow-moving, and it takes them almost three to reach the border. They don't hear a peep out of anyone as they move through the countryside, though Arthur does raise an amused eyebrow at Merlin every once in a while, as and when the Warlock chuckles at Kilgharrah whispering in his head about all the various pathetic mercenaries and bandits running away screaming at the sight of his silhouette against the clouds.

The Dragonland, in comparison to Camelot, was a very small kingdom, but it’s capital city was near the far border, backed by miles and miles of towering mountains. In one of the many sessions of reminiscing that Merlin, Thornway, and Kilgharrah have in the evenings, they discuss the mountains at length. They were mostly uninhabited by people, even before the purge, they were far too treacherous for those without a guide and strong magic, and even then the paths were still dangerous.

The great mountains were where the Dragon’s resided; in a network of twisting tunnels and great caverns carved with fire and magic. Merlin vaguely remembers being taken there a few weeks before... before they left. Thornway told him that retreating into the mountains was one of the back up plans, if Uther’s army was too big and there was no hope of escape through the countryside.

(Arthur frowned at that. He was frowning at a lot nowadays, but Merlin just squeezed his leg under the blanket they were sharing (Leon did NOT smirk and Arthur did NOT blush) and whispered, yet again, that he was not his father.)

The escape through the mountains was planned to be a last ditch effort though, even with the dragons leading them and their strongest sorcerers protecting them, the perilous paths, with their knife edge drops and loose rocks and harsh snow, would have taken too many casualties to count. Though, in the end, escaping through the countryside had been just as deadly.

Arthur also used the journey to think about what Leon had said. Though Merlin and The King stuck close by for the whole trek, conversation was sparse (though the silences were comfortable); Arthur was unsure how to bring up the inevitable change in their relationship, though he knows that, for his own peace of mind if nothing else, he should.

They were deep into the Kingdom, having passed all the now doubly abandoned outer villages (Arthur was right in thinking that two dragons and a marching army scared away all the various mercenary groups and bandits) and now only a day’s ride from the capital, that Arthur asked Merlin the question that had been plaguing his mind for weeks. The two of them were sat against a fallen log, the night flourishing around them. The silence over the rest of the camp was tense, the knowledge that they were close hanging in the air, but the silence between Merlin and Arthur was comfortable, peaceful:

“What are you planning on doing?”

Merlin took a noticeably deep breath and Arthur turned to him, trying desperately to keep the worried frown off his face:

“I don’t know. I didn’t really discuss it with ma, we just... wanted to get home, and work from there, see what happens I guess.”

Arthur nodded, gulping slightly before he responds:

“Do you think she wants the throne? Your mother? Or will you become King?”

Merlin chuckles, but Arthur clenches his hands and looks away at the humourless lilt the noise has:

“I’d love to see her back in her crown, on her throne, but it’s been a long time. She did everything with my father by her side, I don’t know if... if she would want to do it on her own. I don’t know that she would cope.-”

The Warlock turns to face Arthur, and it strikes The King how close they are when he can feel Merlin’s breath on his cheek. He turns to meet his gaze once more:

“-What would you do, Arthur? In my place?”

Arthur can only hold his stare for a few moments before he looks to his lap, shaking his head slightly:

“I don’t know, Merlin. Tell me what’s on your mind, I... I can’t promise that I’ll have the answers, but maybe saying things out-loud will help.”

Merlin nods as he shuffles in his spot slightly, and Arthur likes to think that he was moving closer:

“I... I’m desperate to get home. But at the same time, I waited. I waited for twenty years, I’ve built myself a life in Camelot, I’d... given up on ever returning home, and I was just about coming to terms with the fact that Camelot was my home now. And then... this. I have to lead my people back, I know that, I owe it to them, it’s my job to protect them and give them back their heritage-”

Arthur interrupts quietly:

“Your heritage.”

Merlin sighs:

“-yeah, my heritage. My mother, and Gaius, and my people, and... and I, we deserve to go home. But I was only six when we left, I never got all the lessons on how to be a Politician, a King. Yes, I’m the heir, yes, I remember home and the crown and being a little Prince, but I am not built to be a King, Arthur, I don’t want to- I can’t fail my people, but I fear I will. I... I’ve been putting up a brave front for my mum, for Thornway, but I’m terrified. I have no idea what I’m doing, Arthur. What if I mess up?”

Arthur allows a small smile to slip onto his face as he takes Merlin’s fidgeting hands in his own. He shakes his head as he huffs out a short laugh and Merlin looks at him incredulously:

“You couldn’t possibly, Merlin. I know you well, do I not?-”

Merlin nods his head vigorously:

“Better than anyone.”

Arthur fights the blush:

“-And I’m telling you, that you have nothing to worry about. You may not have had official lessons, but you have the mind for politics.-”

Arthur glances to his lap briefly as he takes a fortifying breath, stroking his thumbs over the back of Merlin’s hands, still clutched in his, and looking up to him again:

“-I had all those lessons. All that training, and practicing, and tutoring. But I was still so... lost when I became King. I don’t think I ever told you, Merlin, but the only thing that got me through was you, always by my side. Because I knew that you would never let me fail, because I trusted you to see my shortcomings and make up for them without fuss, without fault. And you did, without asking for any thanks, or recognition, like you do with everything. To this day, you think I’m a good King because of destiny, but that’s utter bollocks and I’ve always known it. I’m a good King, Merlin, because you made me a good man first. And on days when I doubt my own rule, I remind myself of how much faith you have in me, and it gives me strength, because I know you would never allow me to fail, and on the off chance I fall, I know you would catch me. Every good King who cares about his people has doubts, Merlin, but however much faith you have in me? I have the same amount, if not more, in you. You’ll do just fine.”

Merlin looks at him with wide, teary eyes, and Arthur flushes under the scrutiny. The King goes to say something, maybe a flippant joke to de-charge the atmosphere, but before he can utter even a word, Merlin throws himself at him, wrapping tight arms around his shoulders and burying his face in his neck. Arthur almost falls back, but he holds steady, chuckling slightly as he returns Merlin’s hug with equal intensity. Merlin’s muffled voice from his shoulder has Arthur tightening his grip:

“Will you catch me? If I fall?”

Arthur moves a hand up to cradle the back of Merlin’s head:

“You won’t fall. But I’d spend the rest of my life stood below you with my arms out ready, Merlin, if that gave you just a fraction of the belief in yourself that you should have.”

Neither pulled away for what felt like hours, and by the time Thornway wondered over to check on them, they had fallen asleep against the log, arms still firmly wrapped around each other.

He smiles mournfully as he drapes a blanket over them. You would have to be blind to miss the odd moroseness that had overtaken them both, and the old knight knew that his Prince was dreading having to leave Arthur, and that Arthur was dreading the same. They shuffle in their sleep, and Thornway freezes, worried that he had woken them, but when Arthur just mutters Merlin’s name and moves impossibly closer to the other man Thornway sighs. This is going to be... painful for the two of them, and he’s not quite sure how he can help.

~

After another day of travel, they find themselves moving through the capital city, towards the castle sitting at the foot of the mountains.

The army was left with orders to methodically clear the city whilst Arthur, Leon, Thornway, and Mordred headed straight for the citadel gates. Though the city had fallen into disrepair, the castle looked like it had barely been touched, even by the elements, and Thornway explained that powerful enchantments laid over the ancient building, preventing it from being invaded or damaged by even the strongest of armies:

“It was meant to be a stronghold, somewhere we could hide and keep our people safe in emergencies, but we knew if we did that we would have backed ourselves into a corner. Uther was taking over more and more of the city every day, if we locked ourselves in... we would have just starved. Trying to escape through the city and out into the wilderness was our only hope.”

Merlin nods absent-mindedly as he stares up at the main door:

“Can we even get in?”

His voice is quiet and shaky, and Mordred steps forward to put a hand on his shoulder as Thornway replies with a small smile:

“You’re the heir, the doors will always open for you, Little Falcon.”

Merlin replies with a weak smirk and flushed cheeks:

“You know, I’m not all that little anymore.”

Thornway barks out a laugh as he shakes his head slightly, ruffling Merlin’s hair as the younger man pouts:

“Well, you’ll always be littler than me.-”

Merlin goes to retort, but before he can, his knight steps back and gestures to the great doors in front of them:

“-Go on, it’s time for us to finally come home, I think.”

Merlin gulps and nods, and Mordred lets his hand fall back to his side as the older Warlock takes the steps two at a time, hesitating only slightly before he wraps his hand around one of the doors’ metal rings. It twists easily in his grip, and the door swings open. Merlin has to take a step back and cover his mouth with his sleeve as he coughs, the billowing clouds of dust being disturbed for the first time in two decades making it almost impossible to see into the dark hall.

It settles after a few moments and Merlin takes a deep breath, reaching behind him wordlessly and relaxing only when he feels Arthur take his hand. The blonde King gives his hand a comforting squeeze, and Merlin takes his first shaking steps across the threshold.

He walks through the dark corridors slowly, one hand tightly clenched in Arthur’s, the other trailing along the wall next to him. The rest of the group is silent as they follow him, and nothing can be heard bar their muffled steps over the dusty rugs, and the deep breathing of Merlin and Thornway.

Merlin seems to know where he’s going, so no one questions the corners he turns and the rooms he passes without second thought. The deeper into the castle they get, the darker it becomes, until finally Merlin stops, a long hall stretched out in front of him. His eyes flash gold and the torches lining the walls flare up, illuminating the corridor in golden light. Arthur turns to look at the Warlock beside him, empathetic tears gathering in his eyes as he sees tracks on Merlin’s cheeks. 

Merlin turns to glance at Thornway, whose in a similar state, before closing his eyes and flattening his free hand against the wall, digging his fingertips into the cracks as his voice comes out quiet and raspy:

“I know these halls, this stone.-”

Thornway takes a deep stuttering breath, muttering Merlin’s name. Merlin steps away from the wall, looking back to his knight with a weak, teary smile:

“-Do you remember? Chambers filled with golden light, vast halls bustling with people and dragons and magic?”

Thornway gulps and nods, slowly moving towards Merlin and putting a hand on his shoulder:

“I remember.-”

He nods down the corridor, taking a deep breath and clearing his throat before asking:

“-You remember what’s down there?”

Merlin smiles and nods, squeezing Arthur’s hand and leading the group down the hall, obviously impatient to get to wherever their destination is, but unwilling to walk any quicker.

Leon and Arthur share a confused and slightly concerned look but don’t say anything, allowing Merlin and Thornway to lead the way. Once again, Merlin hesitates only slightly before pushing the door at the end of the corridor open. and the six of them gather inside the immense chamber. Like the rest of the castle, it was dusty, but untouched; unlike the rest of the castle, it was bathed in colourful light. The walls were high, the ceiling obviously stretching far above the surrounding rooms, and the afternoon sun shone brightly through giant stained glass windows. 

Reds and blues and greens and every other colour imaginable were splashed across the stone floor, painting pictures of dragons and flowers and family, but everyone’s eyes skip over the colourful artwork, instead being drawn to the two golden thrones sat on a dais at the other end of the hall. Merlin lets go of Arthur’s hand, walking towards the thrones with wide eyes as the others stay back, watching with a mix of pride and grief. Thornway follows after a few moments and Leon has to put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, shaking his head slightly when the King looks at him. Arthur clenches his hands and looks away, but stays by the door, wanting more than anything to be with Merlin through this but also understanding that it wasn’t his place.

Merlin finally reaches the thrones.

He wipes the thick dust from the armrests with shaking, but reverent hands before sitting down on the steps, slightly to the side of the golden seats. He runs his fingertips over the stone, remembering every bump and crack and texture, and Thornway stands behind him, in line with the thrones, putting a hand on his shoulder and muttering:

“Now this brings back memories.”

Merlin nods, looking up at him, tears no longer flowing, but still gathering in his eyes:

“I... I don’t remember much, but I still... know. I know this is where I sat, with you behind me, ma and dad next to me on their thrones. I remember dad promising that when I was older, they’d have a throne made for me, so I could sit with them.”

Thornway nods, slowly moving to sit beside him, ignoring the creaking in his bones as he lets his weight fall onto the stone steps:

“Hmm. foreign royalty and dignitaries thought it odd that the King and Queen let you sit in on meetings, even as a young child, but they were always adamant; they didn’t want to hide you away. You were always safe, of course, but they wanted you exposed to the people and the people exposed to you. I suppose they wanted to nurture a natural love and protectiveness of your people in you; how could they expect you to serve the Kingdom well if you were only doing so out of duty, and not genuine love?”

Merlin hums thoughtfully before smiling briefly up at Arthur, still stood on the other side of the room. When Arthur tentatively returns the smile, despite not hearing the hushed conversation, Merlin looks to Thornway next to him, bumping shoulders with a short giggle:

“Probably why I’ve always been so disrespectful to Arthur, everyone in here was equal, no matter what. I guess that’s why the treatment of servants and commoners was such a shock when I moved to Camelot, I don’t really remember much of home, but it definitely felt different.”

Thornway nods as Merlin stands, holding out a hand to the knight and pulling him to his feet. Merlin’s gaze moves around the room, though he stays rooted to the spot, and Thornway asks his question quietly:

“What do you want to do? Do you want to finish clearing the castle and the city first, or fetch your mother and uncle first?”

Merlin gulps before taking a deep breath, staring at the floor and saying in a small voice:

“I don’t know... what do you think I should do?”

Thornway chuckles and shakes his head:

“This is your decision, Little Falcon. You are the Crown Prince, this is your Kingdom, your city, your people, trust your instincts. What should be done?”

Merlin looks to Arthur once again, reminding himself of the King’s promise to catch him should he fall, before looking back at Thornway with a determined expression:

“Send Kilgharrah to fetch ma and Gaius. We no longer need him as a deterrent, and we’ll still have Aithusa. He can make the journey to Camelot and back in a week at most, knights, even on horseback, will take at least twice that. It’s been a while since either of them went flying, but they’ll remember soon enough, and I trust Kilgharrah to keep them safe. We can keep clearing the city and start rough plans for rebuilding whilst we wait.”

Thornway grins and nods proudly:

“Exactly what I would have suggested. See? You’ll be just fine.-”

Merlin returns his grin shyly, blushing slightly as he rubs the back of his neck. Thornway rolls his eyes good-naturedly before gesturing to the others:

“-Come, My Lord, we should let the others know and head out to send Kilgharrah off as soon as possible.”

Merlin pushes the older knight’s shoulder playfully at the use of a title, but Thornway just smirks and waves Merlin ahead of him.

~

Arthur, Leon, and Mordred were told of the plan as the group made their way out of the castle again, having to cover their eyes when they step into the bright sunlight. They all smiled fondly as they saw Merlin’s growing confidence, though Arthur had to stamp down the growing anxiety swirling in his stomach; he refused to be sad for himself.

Kilgharrah was flying back towards Camelot within the hour, and Merlin was separating the army into groups and assigning tasks with a strong voice and straight back, taking every question and suggestion in his stride and organising hundreds of people without issue.

Arthur knew that there was still a conversation to be had between himself and Merlin, though with every day that passed he questioned whether it was the right thing to do. He wasn’t oblivious enough not to notice the way Merlin always asked for his council, even when he didn’t need it, always searched for his eyes in the crowd when he addressed his people, but that didn’t mean that his... affections, were returned.

Everyone, even Thornway now, kept shooting him pitying looks, and he figured out fairly quickly that he wasn’t as subtle as he’d like to believe. Leon was the only one he could rely on to convincingly pretend nothing was wrong, and Arthur used that to back up his deliberate ignoring of his stupid emotions.

Six days had passed and the clearing of debris from the lower town was well on its way when Kilgharrah landed in the castle courtyard, his two passengers tense and teary. Only Hunith, Gaius, Merlin, and Thornway took the journey through the castle this time; the others continued to help with the work in the town, not quite feeling that they would be welcome on the emotional tour.

Hunith decided fairly quickly that she would move on to become Queen Mother. Merlin would be crowned King (though he put his foot down and insisted that it wouldn’t happen until everything was properly sorted, and the people were settled back in the city), and though Hunith would still be the most senior of the royals, Merlin would technically have the most power. 

Arthur had mixed feelings about that. 

As King, Merlin would be a lot busier, would have a lot more responsibilities, but equally, he would have much more control over the use of his time; somehow making it both harder and easier to organise visits between the two of them. Though Arthur, of course, didn’t mention such feelings, just pulled Merlin into another tight hug and congratulated him with a grin.

With the help of Merlin and Mordred’s magic, and the few sorcerers scattered throughout the army they had brought, clearing the town of debris and rebuilding what they could with whatever was left went fairly quickly. Soon enough, the blacksmith’s and an infirmary were up and running, and the farms were ready for work to commence, just as soon as the resources from Camelot arrived.

The castle, whilst it had been fully explored by Merlin, Hunith, Thornway, and Gaius, had yet to be opened up to others or cleaned properly, but no one mentioned it. The gang slept happily in homes rebuilt in the upper town, and accepted Merlin’s excuse of wanting to focus on the people’s infrastructure first.

It was a week or so after Hunith and Gaius had arrived, Kilgharrah and Aithusa had disappeared into the mountains with Merlin’s approval, and Arthur once again found Merlin stood in the otherwise empty, still dusty throne room, staring at the golden seats with his hands in his pockets and his face tense.

Years ago, Arthur would’ve been wrong in his assumption that Merlin hadn’t heard him approach, but just this once he knows that he’s right. Arthur had slowly become an expert on picking up Merlin’s ticks, and even in the low light of the evening the blonde could tell that Merlin had no clue he was there.

Arthur didn’t want to feel like he was intruding, so cleared his throat quietly, only walking closer to the other man when his head whipped around, smiling slightly when he saw it was just Arthur.

Arthur stepped up next to him, and they both stared at the thrones in silence, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. Everything had been so busy in recent weeks that, other than the conversation two weeks earlier, Arthur and Merlin had spent barely any time together, just the two of them; every other time Arthur had found Merlin alone in the throne room he had shut the door quietly behind him and left, too afraid to intrude, not quite ready to start a conversation. The conversation.

After a few minutes, he clears his throat again and speaks in a quiet voice, not looking to the Warlock next to him:

“What’s on your mind?”

Merlin responds almost immediately, but like Arthur, he speaks quietly and doesn’t move his gaze from the thrones:

“Nothing, everything. I’m... doing ok, I think.-”

Arthur nods with a small smile, but Merlin continues before he can say anything:

“-But I’m scared that I’m only doing well because you’re here. You have to go back to Camelot eventually and... it sounds stupid, but I... I don’t want you to go. I need you, Arthur.”

Arthur gulps, finally looking to Merlin’s sorrowful face, though the other man refuses to meet his gaze. He takes his hands out of his pockets, fiddling with them roughly, rubbing his knuckles together and scratching his palms harshly. Arthur clenches his jaw, taking one of Merlin’s hands in his own gently and running soothing fingers over the younger man’s callouses:

“I know what you mean.-”

Merlin looks to him in surprise, his eyes widening, and Arthur continues with a small smile:

“-I told you, Merlin, I’m only a good King because of you. I’ve never had to rule on my own before and I’m dreading going back to Camelot without you.-”

Merlin shakes his head roughly, but Arthur continues once again, before he can disagree:

“-No, Merlin, don’t argue, it’s true. I... I need you as well, I don’t want to be without you, and I’ve no clue how I’m going to cope with a week’s ride between us. Leon tried talking some sense into me back in Camelot, and I know he was right, that all relationships take effort and we’ll have to work incredibly hard to stay in each other’s lives in any significant capacity, and I’m absolutely willing to do anything to keep you close, if not physically then... otherwise, but I’m still...-”

Arthur sighs and looks away, his cheeks just a little bit pink as he continues quietly:

“-I’m still scared to be without you.”

Merlin gulps and squeezes Arthur’s hand in his own, waiting for the blonde to finally look up at him again. The Warlock smiles at the eye contact and Arthur returns it weakly as Merlin finally replies:

“The last ten years of my life have revolved around you, completely and utterly, and I know it’s selfish of me to... not want that to change. I know I’m staying here, with my people, as their King. I would never consider abandoning them, not really, but I desperately want to, just so I can stay with you. We... we’ll figure something out, find some way to communicate quickly. I’m magic incarnate, there has to be a way, I... I’ll make a way, if I have to.”

The tears in Arthur’s eyes finally overflow at Merlin’s determined tone, but before the other man can say anything about it, Arthur pulls him into a tight hug, clutching his cloak in shaking fingers and burying his face in his shoulder, for once feeling grateful for the extra inch in height that Merlin has on him. Merlin returns the hug without hesitation, closing his eyes against the tears, though not managing to stop them from falling as he quietly speaks, his voice thick:

“I promised that I would stay with you until the day I died, but I... I have to leave, I... I can’t-”

Arthur tightens the hug as he interrupts him:

“No, Merlin, you owe me nothing, you don’t have to explain. You’ve already given me my kingdom, now it’s my chance to return the favour. I would never ever ask you to leave this behind just for me.”

Arthur can feel Merlin’s body shaking with silent sobs, and he runs a hand through his hair softly, breathing deeply in an effort to hold in his own bawling. 

They stand wrapped in each other for a while, neither willing to let go even when their tears dry up and their breathing evens out. Eventually Merlin rasps out a whispered:

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Arthur pulls back at long last, but doesn’t go far, leaning his forehead against Merlin’s and closing his eyes before replying:

“You won’t. We’ll take turns hosting Yule celebrations, and I can visit on your birthday, and there’ll be tournaments of course, and trade routes, and shared patrols near the border. I refuse to let you slip from my grasp, Merlin, you’ll never be without me, not for long anyway.”

Merlin huffs out a gentle laugh, and Arthur thinks the flutter of his breath over his cheeks and through his eyelashes is the most beautiful thing he’s ever felt. Both of them open their eyes, but they don’t move away from each other, even as they stare, becoming increasingly aware of the very little amount of space between them. Arthur’s brows crease slightly but he ignores the concerned question in Merlin’s eyes, instead lifting a hand to gently cup his jaw, gulping as Merlin’s expression falls into a soft smile.

The King takes a deep breath as he summons his courage, eyes filling with tears again as he clears his throat, whispering so quietly that it’s a miracle Merlin hears him, even with only inches between them:

“Merlin, I... you mean a great deal to... I mean I... -”

He cuts himself off with a quiet huff, and Merlin smirks at the slight blush dusting his cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue. Arthur shuts his eyes tightly, taking another deep breath before opening them with a newfound determination. He meant it, he’d come this far, he was not going to let Merlin slip away:

“I love you, you are the single most important person in my life, and I would go to the ends of this world just to see you smile. I owe you my life, and so much more than that; you’ve been making promises and swearing oaths to my crown for years-”

Merlin interrupts him quietly:

“To you, to Arthur, not the crown, to you.”

Arthur huffs slightly and rolls his eyes:

“I’m trying to confess my undying love here Merlin, and I’m not very good with this whole... expressing shit, so shut up and let me finish.-”

Merlin snorts but stays otherwise silent, raising an eyebrow to prompt Arthur to continue:

“-Like I was saying. You’ve been swearing things for years, and now it’s my turn.-”

Arthur steps back, taking Merlin’s hands tightly in his own as he lowers himself to one knee, pressing his forehead to the Warlock’s knuckles:

“-I swear on my crown and in the name of Camelot, that I will always love you, that I will always be ready catch you, and that I will never stop putting the work in to make sure I don’t lose you, that you don’t lose me.”

The blonde can hear Merlin’s stuttered breathe and barely has time to process Merlin’s whispered-

“I accept your oath.”

-before he’s being pulled to his feet and urgently kissed.

One of Merlin’s hands settles on the side of Arthur’s neck and the other grips his hip. Arthur’s arms flail for only a moment in his shock before he moves to clutch Merlin’s collar tightly, closing his eyes and kissing back, pushing as much of his devotion into the action as possible and wanting nothing more than to sooth the stress-induced bite marks on Merlin’s lips.

They pull back far too soon, as far as both of them are concerned, once again resting their foreheads against each other as they catch their breath. Arthur’s face slowly morphs into a grin as he says:

“And to think I was stressing over whether I should tell you for weeks.”

Merlin rolls his eyes in response, snorting in amusement as he admits, much to Arthur’s chagrin:

“Believe me, I already knew, you weren’t very subtle. You’ve been sulking.”

Arthur lets out an incredulous huff and pulls back, still holding Merlin’s collar but staring at Merlin’s amused raised eyebrow with wide eyes:

“I am a King, Merlin, I do not sulk.”

Merlin chuckles:

“Well so am I, and yes you do.”

Arthur narrows his eyes slightly:

“Not yet you’re not. That’s besides the point, if you knew... why didn’t you say anything?”

Merlin’ face falls slightly, and if Arthur had to guess, he’d say that Merlin looked a little guilty. The blonde furrowed his brows but pulls his Warlock close again, stroking his jaw softly with his thumb as he waits for an answer:

“I... I love you, Arthur, more than anything, but... I wanted see if you would do anything about it. I knew I would do anything for you, but I needed... I needed to know if you thought I was worth the distance, the effort. If I said something first, I never would have known... I would always be second guessing if you were about to... to break it off, because you didn’t want to put in the frankly ridiculous amount of effort it’s going to take to keep things... good.”

Arthur smiles and shakes his head disbelievingly, landing a quick kiss to the tip of Merlin’s nose and smirking at the way his face scrunches in response:

“Well, now you do know. I will do anything, everything, to keep you happy and safe and loved. You will always be in my heart, if not by my side.”

Merlin smiles, and the two of them resolutely ignore the tears gathering in their eyes as he whispers his reply:

“As will I. I’ll talk to the Druids, Kilgharrah, Thornway, I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out some magical way to communicate.”

Arthur just smiles and nods, taking Merlin’s hands in his own once more:

“Ready to head to sleep? It’s late, and I know you’re tired.”

Merlin takes a deep breath, glancing to the thrones before walking towards the door, keeping Arthur’s hand securely in his:

“Yeah. Though unless we sneak past the others I doubt we’ll get to sleep for a while. Morgana’s been speaking to me in my head and teasing me for weeks and my mum keeps hinting at how politically beneficial a marriage between the kingdoms would be.”

Arthur doesn’t even try to hide his snort, but nods in agreement and squeezes Merlin’s hand, following him out into the star-lit evening with a newfound enthusiasm to see what the future will bring.

~

THE END OF PART 2!!!

I think I’ll write one more reeeaally short part, a ten years later sort of thing, just because I have a few more ideas about this, but no real huge plot points, just cute little things I want to add in but haven’t found space for yet.

This took a little longer than I expected to come out, but I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

(and yes, I may have taken a little inspiration from The Hobbit movies, sue me (pls don’t, I’m kidding))

[truglori]

Sneaky Link 🔗

Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex

Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.

Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.

Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.

Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.

Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.

Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm

Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.

It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.

There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.

Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.

Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.

Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.

Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.

BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm

Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm

She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.

BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm

Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.

HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm

Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.

BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm

Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm

Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.

BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm

Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm

There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.

BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm

Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm

Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.

BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm

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After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.

Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.

The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.

“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.

Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.

Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.

“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.

“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.

“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.

Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.

“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.

Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.

“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.

He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.

She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.

“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.

They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.

“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.

Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.

Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.

Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.

“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.

“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.

Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.

“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.

Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.

“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”

Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.

Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.

Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.

Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.

Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.

“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.

Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.

“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.

“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.

Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.

Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.

Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.

Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”

Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.

“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.

“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.

Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.

“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.

“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.

Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.

“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.

Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.

“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.

“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.

Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.

“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.

Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.

“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.

Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.

Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.

“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.

Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.

“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.

“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.

Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.

“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.

“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.

Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.

“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.

Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.

“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.

The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.

“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.

Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.

“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.

Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.

Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.

“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.

Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.

“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.

Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.

“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.

“There you go.” He pecked her neck.

Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.

“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.

A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.

“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.

Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.

“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.

“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”

He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”

Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

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⚝───⭒─ 30 DAY HC’S | ZEUS ─⭒───⚝

ZEUS | lightly tanned skin. messy, wavy blonde hair that cuts at his shoulder blades. a flick of his hair at the front resembles a lightning bolt, and falls against the right-side of his face, while the rest of his hair is half tied up. he has a short goatee. sky-blue eyes. chiselled cheekbones and a jawline. an average height with a muscular build. a mischievous, trouble-making grin with a wink that lets you know he's up to no good.

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aight, let me first begin by saying that i always used to hate Zeus. i thought he was the lowest of the low- a bad king, a worse father, and let's not even talk about him as a husband. however, somewhere along the line, i had a change of heart, and i began to form in my head a different version of Zeus, a side of him that sometimes doesn't get represented very well in the myths, but can be pieced together from them. i don't think i've written anywhere my hc's for my idea of him, so i'm excited to write it here :D

ok, let's start at the beginning. we're all familiar with Zeus' important role in the Titanomachy, and how he was saved by Rhea from Kronos by being substituted with a stone, and then raised in secret by Amalthea.

personally, i love the idea that Rhea never had any contact at all with Zeus from the time he was born to when Zeus finally overthrew Kronos- i like the idea that Zeus was so top-secret, so confidential, that Rhea didn't want to risk being found out, so she simply never visited Zeus as a child. it's not that she didn't want to see him, it's just that she couldn't.

i've seen a few posts where people suggest that Zeus may have (unwittingly) been treated as Rhea's favourite child because he had the closest relationship with her, but in my hc, Zeus is on almost the same page as the rest of his siblings as a result of my previous point. his real relationship with his mother begins when the rest of his siblings are freed, because it's the first time that Kronos is actually out of the way and they can all just be themselves.

in any case, i like the idea that, being raised by nymphs and dryads and what not, Zeus had never met Rhea. he'd heard a lot of stories about her, and about her bravery, but he only knew her from those tales.

until, many many years later, when it's almost time to defeat Kronos, Rhea finally goes to meet Zeus... and i think it's a pretty emotional scene because it's the first time he's ever met his mother, and he's constantly asking himself, "Am I good enough? Can I do this thing that everyone's expecting of me?"

i like the idea of Zeus having a tough, playful exterior, but on the inside, he's more serious, and mature.

when Zeus does become king, my hc is that he's still too young and inexperienced to rule by himself, so Rhea takes charge of the whole thing and directs him from behind-the-scenes until he's old enough and wise enough to rule on his own.

about Zeus' personality- i hc him to be very approachable, and friendly. he can act like a goofball, but he's also very smart. i can't imagine him as someone overly arrogant- i think he's very confident in himself, and sometimes a little boastful, but he's not rude, and he doesn't put others down in order to lift himself up.

i also think that he greatly values order. he doesn't appreciate people taking advantage of him, or people who lie and cheat for their own gain.

and in this regard, i do think that Zeus is actually a fairly wise and good king. i think he's good at giving advice (not romantic advice LOL, but advice in general) and he's good at acting as a mediator.

i also hc him to be someone who always first sees the positives about people. he tries to look for the better things about them, rather than the negatives.

also, i think that, while Zeus can't be bought with flattery and bribery, i think he does appreciate it when people make a genuine effort to correct their ways after insulting him. i think he has a certain amount of patience for those kinds of things.

now, let's get into the most defining aspect of Zeus' whole character; his love life.

according to the myths, Metis was Zeus' first wife, and in my hc, his first real love.

i've already mentioned before my idea that, during the titanomachy, there was a band of titans, led by Prometheus, who got together to help Zeus, and my hc is that Metis was a prominent member of this little resistance.

in fact, i love the idea of Metis being the one who would spar with Zeus and train him in the days leading up to his battle with Kronos.

this isn't to say that Metis was his first gf or anything- i think that Zeus has always been a little bit of a player. that's just how he is. but i think Metis was the first goddess with whom he ever made a real connection with. she was the first goddess who made him feel understood and loved for just being Zeus.

and when he was with Zeus, i don't think he ever imagined that there would be anyone else after Metis. he thought that she was the endgame, his queen forever.

when Metis becomes pregnant after the titanomachy, i think Zeus was incredibly excited. i don't think Zeus had had children before this.

however, eventually Metis learns of the prophecy that if she has a son, that boy will grow up to overthrow Zeus. i imagine that, at that time, Zeus was still young- Rhea was still in the process of teaching him to be a good king, and the memories of Kronos' rule was still fresh in Zeus' mind.

and so, when Zeus hears the prophecy, he freaks out- he remembers Kronos' promise that one of Zeus' children would do the same thing Zeus did to Kronos, and Kronos did to Ouranos, and it scares him, and causes him to lose control for a moment.

but even though it's just a moment, it's too late.. by the time Zeus comes to terms with what he's done to Metis and their child, she's already vanished from sight, and no matter how many times he calls out her name, no one responds. she's gone forever.

where Kronos swallowed his children with malicious intent, i don't think it's the same for Zeus. i hc it to have been an accident, something that Zeus deeply regrets even after he learns that Athena survives. this is why, where Kronos swallows all of his children indiscriminately, Zeus swallows Metis but does not swallow Thetis, even though both goddesses were predicted to bear a child greater than Zeus.

i've written here (scroll down to Rhea's section) my hc for Rhea's reaction to this, but i like the idea of Rhea just being absolutely horrified by what Zeus has done. and i like the idea of her bringing him to Oceanus, and Zeus is the one who has to tell Oceanus exactly what has happened. and i think it's something very difficult for Zeus. but he does do it. it doesn't make things better, but i think it's all about the process of becoming a better king, and a better god.

after Metis, i like the idea of Zeus becoming very removed. yeah sure, he has a few flings here and there, but none of them mean anything to him. i hc that Zeus grew fearful of repeating what he had done to Metis with someone else.

so instead, he turns his mind to focusing on other things. until... Hera comes along.

now, most of us are familiar with the cuckoo myth and its unpleasant ending which essentially results in Hera being forced to marry Zeus for the sake of her dignity, but i, of course, absolutely hate that myth, so i'm disregarding it. i don't associate it with my personal mythology hc's.

i definitely agree with the general consensus that Zeus liked Hera before Hera liked Zeus. i love the idea of Hera not really caring about romance and relationships.. she was just out there having fun with her sisters, and the other goddesses.

i think that Zeus had always recognised how free-spirited and bold Hera was, even when he was with Metis, but he only realised how much it affected him after Metis had gone.

i hc that Zeus admired the way Hera was stubborn and wild, but still so elegant and kind. and i think that seeing Hera and being with her, redefined what being in love meant for Zeus <3

of course, Hera rejecting him time and time again only made Zeus try harder to win her over. and i think that, eventually, his efforts do prove successful. Hera begins to look forward to his goofy antics, and before she knows it, she's in love with him as well.

i've written here my little take on how poor Oceanus and Tethys dealt with Zeus taking yet another one of their beloved daughters, so i wont write about it again here.

when it came to Zeus and Hera getting married, i LOVE the idea of Zeus actually being extremely unwilling to marry Hera. but it's not because he doesn't love her. it's the opposite. he loves her TOO much.

in my hc, Zeus is extremely committed to being a king. he's seen the damage caused by Kronos' rule, and he intends to rebuild the world. in Zeus' head, he has a plan where Olympus will thrive. Zeus will bring into the world young gods and goddesses with keen senses of justice, gods and goddesses who will spread cheer and merriment wherever they go, who will offer his wisdom and judgement, and change the world for the better; all of this is a part of Zeus' vision.

and Zeus knows that those gods and goddesses are going to be his children. Zeus isn't omnipresent, he cannot be everywhere at once- that's why he needs his children to go forth into the world, doing his bidding for him.

but Zeus is aware from the beginning that his vision means he's not going to be loyal to Hera. now i know this might feel like a really poor excuse for Zeus' adultery, but bear with me-

historically speaking, kings in real life have been known to take other wives beyond their "main" wife in order to expand the empire, and have more children, so my hc is that Zeus follows this same principal.

anyways, i wrote a little more in detail about this here if you're interested :D

so, back to the hc's, i think that Zeus knew he was going to have other relationships. and he knew that this would hurt Hera, so he didn't want to marry her because he didn't want to cause her pain T-T

but here's the thing- Hera tells Zeus to "be selfish" and ask her anyways- because Hera does love Zeus. and they both know that they are each other's true loves.

and i think that it's for this reason why Hera becomes the goddess of marriage. does any other goddess fulfill the role of "wife" better than Hera? i don't think so. time and time again, she works hard to keep her family together.. she welcomes Zeus back and forgives him. and yes, she does have rages and she does fiercely defend her position as Queen of Olympus and wife of Zeus.. that's what makes her the perfect goddess of marriage.

i don't think her role would be as effective if her marriage was seamless. it's the challenges she faces that makes her such a strong, and unforgettable goddess. and she isn't weak for this in the slightest.

anyways, now in a lot of my recent posts, i keep on going on in the tags saying "oh i have something to say about Zeus' affairs"... so here it is:

i see one of the biggest questions related to Zeus and Hera is- does Zeus actually love Hera? if he cheats on her so much, then he surely doesn't love her.

BUT, i'd like to introduce you all to a little hidden gem i found while traversing the mythology side of the internet called the "Leucadic Rock".

now tbh i haven't really been able to find too much about it, it seems to be a very obscure detail about Zeus' life, but it's said that anyone who jumped from the cliff onto the Leucadic Rock would be cured of their passions. in particular, the myth that it's referenced in involves Aphrodite seeking Apollo's advice about healing from Adonis' death, and Apollo tells her that "whenever Zeus felt desire for Hera, he would come to the rock, sit there and free himself from the desire." (Ptolemy Chennos)

so basically, the rock stops you from being in love.

now i can't remember if i actually read this somewhere, or maybe im just making this up, but i LOVE the idea that whenever Zeus goes "out", he goes to the Leucadic Rock first, to free himself from Hera... this implies that: a) Zeus does love Hera (since he has to go and "free" himself from her), and b) if Zeus didn't go to the Rock, he wouldn't be able to have so many affairs, which to me, further supports my idea that the chief motivation behind Zeus' affairs is not simply that Zeus likes to get around, but rather, that he has a duty to his kingdom to create strong, and powerful gods and goddesses, and demigods too.

i mean, there's no doubt in my mind that he does genuinely love her- there's no way that Zeus, King of the Gods, would stay with Hera despite how many rebellions she's led against him, if he didn't genuinely, sincerely love her and understand her side of things.

of course, this isn't to say that all of Zeus' other lovers are trivial to him. some probably are, but i think that at his core, Zeus is just a lover at heart. there are definitely more than a few whom he truly cares for, but i don't think that any of them can compare with Hera. she will always be the one whom he goes back to.

anyways, in summary, my hc is that Zeus does love Hera. he always has, and he always will.

now, just before i finish up- let's quickly talk about Ares and the rest of Zeus' children.

the Zeus that i have in my mind is someone who thoroughly enjoys being a dad. i mean, i think he gets the greatest kick out of being embarrassing and pulling pranks on his kids, and spoiling them with gifts.

with Ares, my hc is that Zeus doesn't hate him at all. he dearly loves his son, but i think that, as the King, he also wants to make sure that his children are role models, not just for the other gods, but for the mortals as well. and i think, in this regard, Zeus sometimes feels that Ares is too immature, too brash and hot-headed.

and i think that, yeah, sometimes Zeus is a little strict with Ares, and sometimes he does sound harsh, but i think that's just a part of being a parent.

i can't imagine for a second that Zeus takes joy in being mean, or in sending his sons to do menial, mortal tasks- but he is a parent, and those are just things parents do to make their children better.

i think that Zeus does love all his children equally. he does sometimes get carried away with Athena, but i think this is more due to my previous hc about his relationship with Metis, and his guilt over her fate.

anyhow, so that's my hc's for Zeus ^-^

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Coffee Run - Part One

Pairing: Ina x Bea

Summary: Tensions are high after Bea is paired with Poppy on a project.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, but mostly fluff!

Word count: 2045

Tagging: @ikingsley @kaitlynliaofanxx @kwaj115 @sheepmomther-personal @swimmingshoebakerydreamer @domakir @veenast @hellyeah90sbaby

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“How do I look?”, Bea asked, walking into the common area like it was her own personal catwalk. Arms in the air, the brunette paused ahead of the kitchen island, adding a twirl for flair. Hiding her mouthful, Zoey threw her an exaggerated wink whilst she finished chewing her food. “Twit twoo Babe! You look pure fire!” She reached out to touch Bea, hissing and pulling her hand away at the ‘burn’.

When their laughter died down, Zoey shot a look at her watch “oh shit Bea, you’ve got five minutes to get across campus! And we both know this is a class you do not want to be late for”. Bea ran over to the door, slipping on her shoes and throwing her bag over her shoulder. The girl was right though, every minute Bea was late, was one less minute she could spend observing her beloved professor. As she stood up, Zoey was already holding the door open, half a slice of toast in the other hand. Bea rushed past, stopping to steal the toast with her teeth and leaving before her roommate could stop her.

Zoey stepped out into the corridor behind her, “yeah have my toast Bea, what’s mine is yours!” she called out across the bustling hallway. “Oh and say hi to Ms Candice for me” she added, purposely poking for a reaction. Shaking her head, Bea spun around to blow her second favourite New Yorker a kiss. Still moving with the crowd, she turned again to face the direction she was heading, trying to ignore the somersaults in her stomach as she recalled the impromptu book club reading with Ina. ‘I can’t believe I actually straddled my professor’ she taunted herself, mentally facepalming at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

Bea hurried her steps as she crossed the quad. All jokes aside, she was still desperately trying to impress Ina as her newly appointed TA and being late would not help her case. She was relieved to say the least, when she entered the lecture hall and the Professor was still unpacking her laptop.

The relief was short lived when she glanced around the room and found the only free seat was beside Chloe St James. Bea grunted under her breath, ‘great, just great’ she thought before taking her place next to the blonde. Her behind had barely touched the chair when Chloe threw her first look of disgust, “do you have to Hughes? My day was going just fine”. Bea narrowed her eyes, “it’s not exactly my first choice either Chloe, so how about we both just pretend I’m not really here?”. Along with her retort, she produced the most sarcastic and insincere smile she could summon.

“I’ve got a better idea” Chloe countered, “how about I act like you don’t exist?”. Bea paused, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, all while Chloe stared at her like she was the stupid one.

Ina cleared her throat pointedly and quiet swept across the room, immediately drawing Bea’s attention back to the front. She couldn’t help but think how incredibly sexy it was to watch Ina command the room, how easily she captured everyone’s interest and just kept it.

“Okay, so today we will be heading in a slightly different direction, a bit of a change from the last four weeks. We are going to start covering some elements of linguistic anthropology. I’ve got a short presentation to run through, you’ll have some time to note your key points, and then I would like to open the subject up to debate”.

The professor was just about to continue when a voice called out from the back, “are we going to mass debate Miss Kingsley?”. Ina rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Real smooth Craig. Tell me, how long have you been waiting to use that one?” she challenged. For a guy easily clearing 6ft, Craig almost disappeared in his chair. “Oh and it’s Professor Kingsley, thank you” she added as she launched her powerpoint.

“If everyone could please take out your textbooks and find page 356”, Ina instructed. Whilst everyone started to shuffle and organise themselves, Bea watched how Ina seemed to be searching the room. When her gaze finally settled on Bea, her eyes softened and a small smile graced her lips before she looked away. The eye contact was brief, but long enough for Bea to know Ina had just found what she was looking for.

The class were set to work after the presentation and Bea busied herself, trying her damnedest not to keep staring at the perfect specimen of a woman, currently seated on her desk at the front of the class. Bea’s swooning was cut short when she realised the sniggering she could hear was coming from beside her.

When Ina had finally agreed for Bea to be her TA, it was on the understanding that no drama would be brought into her classroom. It was for that reason Bea inhaled slowly as she turned to the blonde beside her, internally begging for patience. “Can I help you Chloe?” She asked, keeping her tone as neutral as humanly possible. The eye roll she received in reply was already pushing her to the limit, “I don’t know Farmsville, can you?”. Chloe’s tone dripped sarcasm, it took everything Bea had in her not to flip her desk there and then, instead she just calmly replied. “Chloe, if you have something to say, just come out and say it already?”.

Before Chloe could respond, Bea already regretted asking. People in the row in front started to turn their way, aware that it could go off any minute now, some with their phones at the ready.

“Well Bea, I actually wanted to ask you what perfume you were wearing?”, Chloe paused with her hand over her mouth but the brunette wasn’t about to answer. Bea clamped her jaw tightly shut, the muscles twitching in an effort to keep her cool. To make matters worse, Bea could see Ina now watching over her glasses. “Let me guess, is it pig de eurghhh? Chloe laughed excessively, looking over each shoulder to bask in the glory of her own joke.

‘Okay that was actually pretty funny’ Bea thought, taking a moment to appreciate Chloe’s attempt before correcting her. Remembering her voice, she kept it low as she spoke. “I think you meant Eau de Pig, but you know what Chloe… I’m just impressed you came up with that all by yourself!” Bea appraised.

The blonde’s eyes screwed up so tight they almost closed, Bea knew whatever was coming next would be spiteful. Thankfully Ina’s voice rang out across the classroom, “is there a problem ladies?”. Chloe plastered on a well rehearsed smile before responding. “Not now thank you professor, I was just trying to help Bea”, still facing forward her smile dropped to something resembling false pity. “It smells really bad up here, so I was just suggesting she shower more often… To wash away all the pig poo”. As she finished, she gestured at Bea, screwing her nose up.

“That’s quite enough Ms St James. I will absolutely not tolerate any attempt of bullying during my lectures, thank you” Ina reprimanded, her tone much firmer than the class had ever seen. Having Ina defend her should have been everything Bea wanted but instead she covered her face with her hand, trying to hide the embarrassment flooding her cheeks. ‘Oh great’ she thought, ‘ now everyone thinks I’m being bullied’.

Chloe sat back in her seat looking like the cat that got the cream. “See Farmsville, you don’t belong here. Belvoire is a way of life, you can’t just buy your way in and be accepted”. Bea was starting to wonder if Chloe had a point, was she in over her head? “I’m surprised Kingsley even offered you the TA position, I mean what does she even see in you? Maybe she just feels sorry for you, yeah that’s probably it”.

That was the final straw. Bea slammed her laptop closed and started to make her way towards the exit.

“Ms Hughes, is everything okay?” Ina asked, her brows furrowed in concern as Bea raced past her. Bea could only wave her away as the tears prickling her eyes threatened to fall. Ina followed her out into the hall, once she was clear of the classroom she called out to the brunette, who hadn’t even looked back. “Bea? Please stop, are you okay?”.

Ina was relieved when Bea finally halted at the end of the corridor, chasing her across campus would certainly arouse some unwanted attention. Keeping her back to the professor, Bea sighed “I just need to be alone Ina”. And with that she was gone, leaving Ina behind.

Later that afternoon, Bea was still hiding in her bed when her phone pinged.

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1 New Email

From: ikingsley@belvoire.edu

Afternoon Ms Hughes.

Sorry to contact you on such short notice, however I require your assistance as a matter of urgency. If you are available this evening, please could you stop by my office. My evening lecture will be finished at 19:30, so I can meet you there shortly after.

Best,

Professor Ina Kingsley

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By the time Bea needed to leave, the campus was fairly quiet, only the odd student passing here and there. Bea wasn’t sure what she would say when she got to Ina’s office, she just knew she needed to apologise. Although she felt bad for walking away from Ina that morning, the last thing she wanted was for her to see just how much Belvoire was really affecting her.

When she arrived the door was already slightly ajar. Bea peered around it, to find the professor sitting in one of the armchairs. Ina hadn’t noticed her yet, so she took the liberty of just watching her for a moment, absorbing her beauty.

The older woman was sat back in her chair, one hand in her lap, the other propping up her chin on the arm of the chair. She seemed to be deep in thought as she stared out the office window, so Bea approached her slowly. At first Ina appeared perfectly still, but as she got closer, Bea could see her furiously jigging her leg. Ina’s aura of calm was not quite reflected from the waist down.

Despite the slow approach, Ina still startled when her visitor came into view. “Oh, Bea!” she laughed nervously, hand to her chest. Bea awkwardly returned a smile as she took the other seat, “Ina, I…” she started. Ina leant forward to listen, her elbows now resting on her knees. Opening her mouth to talk, Bea didn’t quite know where to begin or how to excuse her behaviour, instead her eyes dropped to the floor.

Sensing Bea’s discomfort, Ina knew it was time to put her plan into action. “Right” she said, standing up and straightening out her skirt. Bea watched her move across the room, waiting for the wholesome stack of quizzes she thought were coming her way. Instead Ina picked up and put on her coat.

“We’ve got a lot to get through, so I was thinking we could go grab a coffee first?” she asked, untucking her hair from the collar.

“Are you sure another date’s a good idea?” Bea questioned with a smirk. Although she was upset, she still had it in her to make the other woman blush and she got exactly the response she was going for. Ina grinned, shaking her head at the floor as the tips of her ears turned red.

Ina paused at the door, openly pondering. “I’m not sure of much when it comes to you Bea, but… What I do know is that coffee is never a bad idea”.

Regardless of how bad her day had been, Bea loved how she could bring Ina’s walls down, even if only temporarily. “You’re not really selling it to me, Ina” she teased.

“Miss Hughes, please will you allow me the pleasure of your company and join me on a brief walk to the coffee shop?”. Despite the flutter she felt in her stomach, Bea laughed at Ina’s formality. She made her way to the door, giggling again as the professor held it open with a bow.

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The Problem People Have Where They Generalize Whole Genres Of Games Under One Central Idea or: How I Learned To Stop Whining And Open My Mind To Actually Interesting and Good Games

For the record, I couldn't think of a good short title.

// Alternate caption: Oh boy, another iwbtgg 200 word essay?

Hi. I try to avoid writing long blog posts about stupid menial shit, but you're reading this so that means I'm taking the time of my day to write one!

I was mindlessly scrolling through Discord as an average person just does nowadays when I saw something that sort of irked me. To paraphrase, it was in regards to the game OMORI and how the concept has been done before. Although this criticism is sort of valid and I'll elaborate why soon, the only real problem is that they called out specifically RPG Maker fans for defending it mainly.

Now I only considered that a problem because it showcases one of the things I never really liked about how people viewed RPG Maker games. In fact, it was something I fell for too!

It was the idea that RM games are just the same garbage. Depression and anxiety, blah blah blah.

Of course now this has become more prevalent with OMORI becoming a big shot name in regards to RM games with the whole depression anxiety meme spreading around like hot pancakes. Though I'm here to tell you that like, that line of thinking is pretty stupid.

All humans are of course prone to generalizing things, that's just part of human nature. But this one only irks me because there ARE good RM games out there. People only really focus on either

or

Aye that depression and anxiety game

I believe these two, especially the latter, are the most prevalent is because of how RPG Maker, no matter what version, is easy enough to pick up and use. Of course, it takes some getting used to (especially older versions like 2003 and XP), but at it's core that's what the software is meant to be: "POWERFUL enough for a developer, SIMPLE enough for a child, VERSATILE enough for any platform!"

Ayo save the princess with the default RTP gfx

Although this belief has helped make thousands of games, it manages to be one of the biggest pitfalls of RPG Maker. It lowers the bar enough for low effort, garbage games to be made. Due to this, you can argue RPG Maker games get the same treatment as Unity games. People see that "made in Unity free version!" watermark and go "eugh Unity". In the case of RPG Maker games, it already has a fairly recognisable UI and for games that haven't switched from the default graphics, art style. Hell, it even applies to music! Once people open up a low effort, and for lack of a better word, shitty RM game, their mind will immediately make the connection: "Man this game fucking blows!". After said person may run into several games of the same calibur, the mind will usually make the connection "RPG Maker and it's games fucking blows"

The criticism that I mentioned was sort of valid in an earlier paragraph, because in my honest opinion, it does not matter if a concept is done already. It matters the way the developer or writer presents the concept. There are definitely games that do this, such as Future Cat's 2016 game OneShot. It blends in fourth-wall breaking, making connections with the main character and the player, and the idea of only having one chance to do things beautifully. All of these concepts have definitely been showcased in other games, but OneShot has to be the only one that has done it almost perfectly. Review soon.

But in conclusion,

The signal to noise ratio for good RPG Maker games ends up being way too much noise and some signal.

But hey, what do I know. I'm just some schmuck on the internet.

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Anthony beauvillier from smut list 2 with #2 and #56

oopsy my finger slipped and i wrote over 3.3k in enemies to lovers smut

warnings: unprotected sex, rough(ish) sex

Stella had effectively ditched you not even an hour into your night. Her and her boyfriend getting way too drunk and touchy way too fast, resulting in them calling it a night fairly early to go home and fuck. You were just hoping they choose to go to his place and not back to yours, or else you’d have to deal with her and her inability to be quiet while drunk.

That left you where you currently were, seated between Anders and Matt, and across from your least favorite Islander of them all: Anthony. He hadn’t done anything to make you outright dislike him per se, it was more that he had done nothing to ever warrant a friendship between the two of you.

Maybe it was the tequila mixed with the vodka you had consumed in your system, or maybe it was the long dry-spell you were in the middle of, or maybe it was the lack of rude comments he had made at your expense tonight, or maybe it was the way his arms were bulging in his light blue dress shirt, or maybe you were just finally admitting just how attractive he was to yourself. Maybe it was a combination of all of the above, but your eyes lingered on the winger in front of you. You could see the veins in his hands every time he brought his whiskey glass to his lips and every time his tongue swept over his bottom lip to catch any droplets of remaining liquid. 

God his lips would feel good between my thighs, you thought to yourself.

The thought had you shaking your head and abruptly asking Anders to move so you could exit the booth, muttering something about how you needed a refill. The guys looked at you quizzically, noting the very much full tequila lemonade that sat on the table. Nevertheless, you marched through the overcrowded club to get to the bar, in search of a stronger substance than the one you abandoned at the table.

The bar was packed, just like any other Thursday in the city, which was something you were starting to be ungrateful for. You squeezed your way in between two random strangers, hoping to get the bartender’s attention quickly. Except, the bartender seemed to not notice you and continually asked for the people’s orders that surrounded you. You let out a large puff of air, impatiently tapping your heeled foot on the ground below you. 

The bartender finally made their way over to your frame, and you opened your mouth to spout out your order, but you were silenced by an all too familiar voice behind you and a warm hand wrapping around your waist.

“Two tequila shots, please,” Anthony spoke loudly over the music.

“Oh, also a vodka sprite with cranberry, please! And a lime!” You shouted as the bartender turned around. They returned shortly, two tequila shots in hand as well as the drink you ordered.

“They’re all gonna go on his tab,” you smiled, taking the drinks.

Anthony looked at you dumbfoundedly as you spoke, confused as to where that agreement came from. He didn’t mind though, it was a small price to pay if he wanted to play his cards right tonight.

“So are both these shots for me, or are you taking one too, Beauvillier?” You smirked, holding both shot glasses in hand. Honestly, you thought of just downing at least one of them before asking him, but some side of you wanted to be polite and wanted him to join you. 

“Wouldn’t have ordered two if I didn’t expect us both to take them,” Anthony answers, grabbing a shot glass from you. He steals two slices of lime from behind the bar after, handing you one to use as a chaser. 

“What’re we toasting to?” you ask. Toasting to something whenever you took a shot was something you had been doing ever since you started drinking and you sure as hell weren’t going to forgo it this time around because of him. 

“To an unforgettable night,” Anthony answers. You don’t miss the sly smirk that’s playing on his lips and you definitely don’t miss the way his eyes stare into yours, reading your reaction. 

“To an unforgettable night, then.”

One shot turned into two, the drink you ordered long gone. The two of you had stayed at the bar, conversing in a friendly manner for once, before getting the urge to dance.

You placed a soft hand on his shoulder, using it for leverage to pull yourself up so you could speak into his ear. “You wanna dance?” 

Anthony shuttered at the breath fanning against his neck. He swallowed thickly, trying to carefully think of what his next moves were going to be if he wanted you to end up back at his place later. It was like a chess game with the two of you, neither of you ever leaving your king piece out to dry, and always making sure you were stealing the other’s pawn when you could.

“Yeah,” he let out, a little shakiness in his voice, which was something he never had, considering his confidence when it came to speaking to you, or any girl for that matter.

In a moment of bravery and confidence, you took one of his hands, interlocking your fingers, and dragging him to the dance floor before finding a spot barely big enough for your bodies. There was just enough space for you to turn your body away from him, backing up into his front. You slowly started moving to the loud thump of the bass, his hands coming to rest on your hips. His hands guided your movements of rubbing your ass into his crotch. You placed one hand atop of his and the other snaked backward to the back of his neck.

His hands roamed around your hips, every now and then moving to your stomach to pull you tighter into him. His fingers dance along the hem of your leather pants, sending a shiver through your body that you’re sure he didn’t miss. One song flowed into the next song and the next thing you know you’re turning around in his arms to face him, your hands falling on his broad chest. You played with the collar of his shirt a moment before standing on your tippy-toes to whisper in his ear once more. 

“I think I’m gonna head out soon,” your lips brushing against his ear as you speak. His hands that are wrapped around you waist tighten at your words. You don’t say anything else, letting him think he has the next move. 

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling away from you in order to look directly at your features. He’s trying to read your face for a sign of what to do next, his normal confident personality dwindling in comparison to the assertiveness you’re showing him tonight. His gaze shifts from your eyes down to your lips, his tongue peeking out to wet his own. He sees you do the same, and he takes it as a sign to lean in and kiss you. When he does, you turn your cheek, making his lips land harshly on your cheek. The action has him pulling away quickly, confused by your shutdown. 

“I don’t kiss in public settings like this,” you explain.

“Then how about you head out with me? Back to my place?” 

You pretend to contemplate the question before nodding your head, agreeing that you’ll go home with him. With that, Anthony is pushing you out of the bar all the while calling a car. The air outside is warm for the time of year, considering there’s usually snow on the streets of the city by early December. The two of you shove into the backseat of the Toyota that’s picking you up. His hand rests a little high on your thigh the entire car ride back to his place. You make no effort for small talk with him and he does the same, only responding to the driver when he made a comment about the Islanders season.

The second the two of you are in the elevator of his high-rise condo, he’s shoving you against the wall. “You have no idea how much I want you,” Anthony breathes out into your neck. You lean up into him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling his face down to yours so you can connect your lips.

Your lips are only slotted between his for what feels like a second before the ding of the elevator interrupts you, causing him to pull away. Looking at him, mere inches in front of you is when you decided it definitely wasn’t the dry spell or the alcohol talking. Anthony was the definition of attractive with his bulging muscles and firm stature, simple as that. 

He leads you to his apartment door, unlocking it with ease and dragging you in behind him, pushing your body against the entryway wall. His lips attach back to yours, his arms on either side of your head, crowding your body between the wall and his. His lips move feverishly against yours, your hands quickly working at the buttons of his dress shirt.

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” Anthony breathes out heavily.

“Then get on with it, Beauvillier,” you demand, pushing your hands underneath the now open fabric of his shirt. Your eyes drop down to his torso, admiring the hard lines on his abdomen and how defined his v-lines are. God, you couldn’t wait to see his muscular legs under his dress pants.

You pushed at his chest, deciding on your own that you were not letting him fuck you for the first time against the wall of his apartment, and instead moved both of your bodies to where you thought you saw his couch. Once you were seated on Tito’s lap, his shirt long gone on the hardwood floor somewhere, your hands began making work at his belt. You managed to get it unbuckled, while he started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, occasionally opting to nip at the skin. He pushed the low-cut top you were wearing down so it was showing off your now bare chest. Tito’s eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra and you had to hold in a giggle at his reaction.

His lips attached to your nipple, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips against his and moan. Your fingers carded through the short hair at the back of his head, tugging a little on the longer strands to grab his attention. You enjoy the way his teeth tug at your nipples, but the alcohol in your system plus the long-game you had played tonight has you impatient. He releases your nipple with a pop, replacing his mouth with his hands, kneading both of your breasts. 

You place your lips on his once again, abandoning them after a brief moment, choosing to turn his head to the side, exposing more of his neck and littering kisses there in search for his sweet spot. You find it right where his neck meets the dip of his collarbone, sucking lightly. You continue to nip at his skin, sucking bruises into his chest and moving further down until your knees are scraping against the shag carpet below his couch. 

Your hands’ reconnect with his open belt buckle, popping open the button on his pants and sliding the zipper down. He lifts his ass and legs off the couch, helping you as you pull his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. His cock springs free, semi-hard from your previous actions. Your hands wrap around his shaft, pumping a few times until he’s fully hard and you’re leaning your head forward and licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock. He moans and the sensation, his hands instantly finding their way to your hair.

You take him into your mouth all in one-go, deciding to not tease him any further. Your hands move along what can’t fit in your mouth, the spit gathering there making it easier for you. You pick up the pace, bobbing your head at a quick pace. The sounds of your wet mouth gagging on his cock fills his ears, and he’s throwing his head back against eh couch cushions, moaning loudly in pleasure. The sounds you’re pulling from him cause a flutter in your stomach and you can start to feel yourself getting wet. You pull one of your hands away from his shaft, shoving it inside your underwear and spreading the wetness around to rub at your clit and moaning around his cock.

Tito catches on to your actions quickly, telling you to take your pants off and pulling you into his lap. His member brushes against your clit as you place yourself in his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. His hands lift you up off of him, one hand slipping through your folds, pushing two of his thick fingers into you. You moan at the sudden feeling, bucking your hips in hopes of getting any sort of friction on your clit. His eyes are on your eyes as he watches your face fill with pleasure. He can’t take it anymore deciding he needs to be inside you now and takes removes his fingers, causing you to whine at the feeling of emptiness.

He pulls his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean as he tastes you. He rolls his eyes with a moan at the taste, making a mental note that’s he’s got to get his face between your thighs soon. He pumps himself a few more times before you’re slowly sitting yourself on top of him.

It’s messy; your shirt hasn’t even been discarded, your tits still exposed and bouncing against you as you bounce on Tito’s cock. Your fingers scratch at his chest, your head tilted back in pleasure as moans escape your mouth from deep inside you. Tito’s hands can’t seem to find a place on your body to find purchase, instead moving them from the globes of your ass to your hips, one hand making its way to your parted lips, pushing his first two fingers in your mouth. Your lips close around them, swirling your tongue around the calloused digits. 

“Fuck, baby,” Tito groans out, a hungry look in his eyes as he watches his cock slide in and out of your pussy. “Just like that.”

You moan around his fingers at the praise, moving one of your hands down to your clit, applying pressure. Anthony doesn’t like that, pulling his fingers from your lips in a quick motion and swatting your hand away from where your bodies are joined. With your now free hands, you pull your top from your body, one of your hands pinching at your nipples.

The spit on his fingers adds a cooling feeling to your clit, and as you bounce faster on his cock you can feel your stomach tighten and your eyes clench shut. Your moaning only increases, not caring about how loud you’re being knowing you’re in an empty apartment being fucked by probably one of the hottest men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

Tito keeps rubbing your clit, his hips starting to buck up in hopes of making you fall over that edge. You can start to feel your orgasm crashing over you, so you collapse into his chest, halting your movements and making him do all the work. He pushes you through your first orgasm of the night, not letting you have any downtime before he’s pulling you off of him and pushing you to your knees on the couch so that you’re facing away from him and resting your forearms on the back of the couch. 

You all but moan when he takes no time in entering you once again, this time in one, swift, harsh motion. His hands grip your hips, showing no mercy with how much pressure he’s applying as he begins fucking into you with quick, hard thrusts. Your ass ripples against him every time you meet his hips. Even with Tito being a professional athlete, you’re still shocked at his stamina as he rails into you at a heavy pace. You’re grateful for the couch cushions in front of you, using them to support the front half of your body. 

A sharp smack to your ass check shocks you, has your head snapping up from the couch to look over your shoulder at Tito behind you. He’s got his lip between his teeth and his previously styled hair is starting to flop down over his forehead. 

“Anthony,” you shriek as his tip hits your g-spot. He continues to relentlessly pound into you, his eyes glued to where his cock moves in and out of your pussy. The only sounds that fill the living room are your moans and curses and the continuous slapping of skin on skin. His hand lands another slap on your ass, before his hand travels up your back, collecting your hair in his fist. He pulls you back into him by your hair, forcing you to sit up straight. 

The grip he has in your hair is tight and exposes your neck to him, where his teeth bite down. He sucks a few bruises into the side of your neck and your shoulder, his other hand traveling up to your breast. 

“Keep saying my name,” he grunts into your ear. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“You,” you whimper out. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“Say my name,” he breathes out hastily in rhythm with punctuated thrusts as he speaks, biting down again on your neck in hopes that you’ll get the message. 

“You, Tito,” you shriek as he thrusts harder and slower than before. “Fuck, Tito.”

He picks up his pace as you chant out his name, the hand on your breast moving down to your swollen clit. The new pressure there causes you to fall back against his chest, unable to keep yourself up on your knees for him. His pace is erratic as he chases his high with you, cursing out hot breaths into your neck. There’s a heavy sheen of sweat on your chest and even more on your back against Tito’s chest. 

With a moan of his name, you’re coming for the second time that night and he’s following close behind, pulling out and pushing you so you’re draped over the back of the couch again, and finishing across your ass.

“You think you can keep going?” He asks once you’ve both caught your breath, pulling you into his arms so he can place a kiss on your lips. You nod your head, “Good because you’re gonna sit on my face.” He demands, dragging you to his bedroom. And if you end up fucking in his bed after he eats you out, and then blowing him once more in the shower before calling it a night, and then one more time on his kitchen island the next morning, and if you guys make out like teenagers as he bids you goodbye, then no one has to know.

And maybe, just maybe, the tension between the two of your that you once thought was plain, old distaste, was really just the clear attraction between one another that you both ignored. 

[ketamineharry]

DNA Pt 1 - Ethan Payne

Requested: No, I just think the idea is different

From the moment that you had seen Ethan, you knew that you would do anything to have him. The hot club lights, hit your skin as you ordered yourself another vodka and coke. As soon as you had the drink firmly in your hand though, your attention went immediately back onto the boy who was standing and dancing in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by his friends and other women. As you took a sip of your drink, the burning liquor provided you with some dutch courage. You were going to go after what you wanted, whether it made you look like a fool or not.

You downed the rest of your drink, slamming the glass back onto the counter of the bar. You took a deep breath, and started towards the group. The nerves mixed with the alcohol provided you with the positive boost of confidence that you were after. Instead of you approaching him, you were going to make him want you. You were adamant that you were going to wield the power in this situation. You headed towards the middle of the dancefloor, Ethan met your eyes with his. A confident, cocky smile spread across his features, as he assumed that you were going to approach him. It soon faded however, as you sashayed past him and into your own space.

As the music pumped through the speakers, you could feel the base through the vibrations in the floor. You shut your eyes, and just let your body go with the music. You weren’t entirely sure how you looked, but that didn’t really matter. You only had one objective here.

Soon enough, a pair of hands snaked their way around your stomach. Their head rested on your shoulder, as they moved to the beat of the music with you. You slowly opened your eyes, not wanting to give the stranger the slightest hint that you were interested, or bothered about who they were. If it was Ethan, you had won. If it wasn’t Ethan, it was the perfect chance to make him jealous. As you opened your eyes, you were met with green ones. It was Ethan.

“Nice dancing, treacle.” He said, complimenting you. Just loud enough for you to hear, as he pulled you in closer to him.

You smiled at him, as you backed yourself onto him more. Your arse pressing into his crotch. The music indicated how fast and hard you moved against him, as his breathing became more and more laboured. His breath was hot against your bare shoulder. As his brain registered what was going on, he pressed his lips onto your neck, as he trailed kisses from the top of your neck, right into the crook and across your exposed shoulder.

You interlaced your fingers with his, and dragged him out of the club. Once you were outside, he pulled you in for a kiss. His hands instantly grabbed your arse, while you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you pulled him in to deepen the kiss. He broke the kiss, as he grabbed your hand, and led you to his car.

Quickly, you got yourself inside of the car and strapped yourself in. The sexual arousal in the air was tangible. He started the engine, having one hand on the steering

wheel, and one hand securely resting on your thigh. Only ever breaking the skin to skin contact, to change gears or guide the car around bends in the road. The car may have been deathly silent, but, the silence you both held said a thousand words. Like, how you wouldn’t have minded at all, if he pulled over and just had his way with you on the side of the road.

The journey back to his apartment was a short one. He helped you out of his car, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he guided you into the tall building. Through to the lift, he pressed the floor number, and you stood in a comfortable silence until you reached his floor. Once you had stepped out of the lift, he had cornered you. Pushed you against the cold metal of the doors, your hands pressed against it, as you tried to steady yourself. The dominance that he had over you, already oozing out from this one little interaction.

“I noticed you staring at me from the bar. I know that this was your plan all along, so why  don’t you just admit it?” He growled, his eyes never left yours as you both stood there. The both of you, could have been found at any moment… but whether this actually bothered either of you, was another question.

You swallowed hard, as your gaze fixated on the floor. Your embarrassment was evident, even with the makeup you had applied for your night out. You were sure that you had a blush so obvious that it could be felt by other people.

“You had caught my eye, yes.” You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a small, low chuckle. His laugh would have been infectious had it not been for the context in which it bellowed. He reluctantly stepped back, allowing you just enough space to move forward, which you gladly took. He grabbed your hand, almost forcing you along. His movements revealed just how eager he was to get you into his apartment.

As he fished for the apartment keys in his pocket, you took the time to prepare yourself. It wasn’t like you weren’t able to trust him, but a small niggling thought in the back of your head, always seemed to make itself present right before you had fun. A precautionary measure. It was usually gone by the time you were in their bed, mouths lingering on skin.

You walked inside, the apartment incredibly modern; and by extension, expensive. Looking around, you tried to drink it all in. One wall, made entirely out of windows. A modern kitchen with an island. Things, that you were quite frankly never going to be able to afford.

“This way.” He instructed, directing you towards another room. You walked into the bedroom, the sheer amount of West Ham merchandise was a little intimidating. Still, you had worse.

Soon enough, Ethan’s lips reconnected to yours. You hadn’t realised just how much you had missed the connection of his lips against yours. He slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders and gave it a swift tug, causing the material to pool around your feet. You stood before him in just your bra and panties. While he was still completely dressed, wielding all of the power. An attractive smirk, spread across his face. He gently took your hand in his as he led you to the bed.

--

You woke up the next morning, slightly panicked as you didn’t remember your surroundings. The sun created shadows that you didn’t recognise. The alcohol had blurred your memory slightly. Despite, not even drinking all that much. You propped yourself up on your elbows, as you saw Ethan sleeping soundly next to you. The rise and fall of his pale chest rhythmatic.

All of these small coincidences confirmed that you had had a one night stand with the man that you had been lusting after for years. Unfortunately though, due to the alcohol you had no recollection of the events. You just knew that you had to get out of there fast. You certainly weren't about to overstay your welcome.

You flung the duvet back, taking caution as to not expose Ethan to the cold breeze of the morning. The last thing you wanted was for him to wake up and see you leaving without a proper way of a goodbye. It wasn’t true to the one night stand etiquette. But then, what even was the one night stand etiquette. You opened his bedside drawer, finding a stack of post-it notes and a pen and scribbled something about a doctor’s appointment and having a great time, before sticking the post-it note on top of the bedside drawer.

As you began to dress yourself, Ethan stirred. Thankfully, he just turned over and went straight back to sleep. You grabbed your bag, that Ethan had placed on the chair in the corner of the room, and left the apartment. A firm smile on your face. Even though you couldn’t remember the events of last night, for you to have stayed over it must have been enjoyable.

During the planning of the one-night stand that you were going to have, regardless of whether it was Ethan or not, you had purchased yourself a travel ticket for the next day. Saving yourself time, money and embarrassment. You sat at the bus stop and waited for your bus, as you did, you delved into your bag to retrieve your phone; wanting to swipe on Tinder to pass the time. No matter how deep you put your hand in your bag though, or how much you wiggled it around to try and find your phone… your efforts were fruitless. You had either lost it at the club, or had left it behind at Ethan’s. You were hoping for the latter.

--

You sat at home, lounging on your settee, idly watching some show on Netflix. You weren’t really paying attention. When a knock at the door, forced you out of your thoughts and idle television watching. It was probably going to be some sort of sales pitch. It was becoming tiring. You didn’t want their insurance, and you sure as hell didn’t want to buy anything from Avon. However, to your surprise, standing there as you opened the door was Ethan.

“Can I come in? It’s pissing it down out there.” He asked. You hadn’t taken much notice of the weather outside of your apartment, but from how dishevelled Ethan looked, you had to take him at his word. His curly hair was damp and in the process of becoming frizzy, and his clothes were soaked through.

“How did you find out my address?” You questioned, fairly bluntly.

“You left your phone on the bedside table. I phoned your sister, and informed her that you had left your phone with me. I had only come here to give you back your phone.” He responded, as he placed the device in your hand. “But this is the thanks I get.” He huffed.

You rolled your eyes, playfully at him. “Fine, come on in.” You mumbled, as you made enough space for him to enter your small apartment. “Would you like tea or coffee?” You offered, as he sat down on your couch.

“Tea would be lovely, milk one sugar.”

You boiled the kettle for Ethan’s tea and your coffee. You carefully spooned the coffee and the sugar into your mug, and placed the teabag and one sugar into Ethan’s. Once the kettle had boiled, you poured the boiling water into both mugs, before fishing out the teabag from Ethan’s tea and adding a splash of milk to both mugs. Cautiously, you bought them over to the coffee table. You placed each mug on a coaster on the table, before taking a seat next to Ethan on the sofa.

“So, what’s the real reason you wanted to hook up last night?”

[yandere-daydreams]

Leviathan's like this, sea serpent-creature yeah? aND he has a tail?? I feel like Levi could breath underwater with all the gills/scales his demon form has, or he's at least insanely fast in water... so if his darling would misbehave I imagine he'd pull them underwater, in a pool the House of Lamentation surely has, and maybe he let's them swim away from him at first, but in the end he'd pull them underwater for a long time :0

This might be the first and last fic I write for Levi, but considering the recent beach event and the mere /idea/ of his tail, it’d be a waste to skip this one. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a good scaley boy.

Title: Riptide.

TW: Drowning, Non-Consensual Touching, and Slight Degradation.

~

To be fair, you’d never claimed to be a strong swimmer.

It’s not that you were uncomfortable in the water, nor did you have anything against the sea or sand or whatever slimy, uninvited creature seemed content to spend its day brushing against your ankle whenever you forgot why you were ever unnerved by the ocean. No, you liked the beach, you liked the idea of it. You considered yourself fairly capable, too. Not the best swimmer, but not the worst, either, and certainly not an inept one. You were alright. You were fine.

This was just Leviathan’s habitat, his area of expertise. He’d make anyone look bad, in comparison.

You weren’t weak, he was just too strong.

You heard him before you saw him, a splash and a light, airy chuckle as he emerged somewhere behind you, prematurely amused by your pathetic attempts to tread water. You were already too far from land for your feet to touch, and yet, your oh-so-talented companion had no problem diving below waves and doing what he pleased, even if that only seemed to involve trailing after you and trying not to laugh whenever you lost your composure. He might’ve thought he was helping, keeping an eye on you like a noncommittal lifeguard, but as a lean arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your back against his chest in a half-hearted effort to keep you above the surface, you hardly felt helped. Patronized, maybe. Encouraged, but in the way a student is encouraged after their first swimming lesson.

The way a child is, when they’re told they only need a little more practice.

“Do you mind?” You snapped, spitting the words before you think to smooth over your temper. You stopped kicking, but only so you could cross your arms and stiffen, intent on making your discontent known rather than keep yourself afloat. “I’m trying to swim, Levi.”

“Emphasis on ‘trying’,” He countered, the sloppy arrogance in his tone quickly becoming unignorable. That was another thing about Leviathan, today, the water seemed to make him more brazen, more confident. And judging by the fingertips beginning to trail up your thigh and the chin soon resting on the dip of your shoulder, more confident translated seamlessly into more touchy. “You looked like you needed a hand. You were struggling - that only makes it harder to fight the current. You should relax.” Easier said than done, when you could feel his bare skin leeching your warmth, pulling the heat from your body like something more inhumane than you’d like to admit. Again, something brushed against your ankle, and you fought the temptation to shiver. You didn’t need him to think you were any more helpless than he already did. “You’re too tense. I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

You didn’t answer, but Leviathan didn’t seem to care. Comfortable or not, he seemed content to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his smile pressing against your skin, the edges of pointed teeth brushing against your jugular. He pulled you closer, and it took more self-restraint than it should’ve not to shove him away. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you weren’t in the mood to be so friendly, either. “We should start heading back.” You meant to sound confident, but your voice came out low, quiet. Too feeble to have an impact. “The others are probably worried. We drifted out pretty far, they might start to think--”

You never got a chance to finish. Without warning, that cold, slick something took hold of your ankle, a tapered tip taking form as it wrapped around your ankle, all scales and taut muscle. You put a name to the appendage a moment later - a tail, Leviathan’s tail, but awareness hardly made a difference. With a single strong jerk, you were pulled below the surface, the shock only made worse by the fact that he wasn’t letting go. Instinctively, you kicked, flailed, found your makeshift restraint and tried to pry it away, but Leviathan never faltered, never loosened his grip, never moved to help you or pull you down further or hurt you. No, he just held you there, letting you panic away your dwindling air supply until your chest began to ache and your eyes stung, tears attempting to form only to dissolve into the sea, water fading into water. You weren’t drowning, not yet, but you were going to. 

You were going to drown, and he was going to let you.

Just as your lungs began to burn, a hand wrapped around your bicep, taking you by the arm and hauling you upward, his tail never falling away but loosening, preparing to if you fought enough to make holding on inconvenient. You took a ragged breath, almost hitched and broken enough to make the inhale worthless, but your body was quick to right itself, to find its rhythm and soothe the raging part of your mind that still insisted you were about to die. Air came and went, but the fear lingered, adrenaline forcing its way into your veins and refusing to leave until you were shaking, trembling, whether in relief or anger, you couldn’t tell. You chose to assume it was the latter, if only because it was so easy to be mad, right now. You wanted to be mad.

Because Leviathan wasn’t smiling, anymore. No, how could expect him to just be smiling?

Now, he was laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” If he noticed your distress, he didn’t bother to comfort you. Rather, you were left to grit your teeth as he barely tried to suppress his smirk, making no effort to hide his satisfaction. His reluctance was gone, too, replaced with loose, careless apathy as he pulled you closer, looping an arm around your waist, never giving you the option to move away. Never giving you the chance to. “You just looked so surprised! Serves you right, honestly. Bringing up my brothers, acting so cold…” He trailed off, his eyes flickering up to meet yours as he nipped at your collarbone, nearly drawing blood. Trying to draw blood. “It’s starting to feel like want to be with them more than you want to be with me.”

“Let go of me.” It was a weak command, mumbled almost inaudibly, but you forced yourself to shake your head and close your eyes, your palm rising to press against his chest almost involuntarily. His fingers dug into your side, and you took the signal not to go any further, but you had to continue. You couldn’t stop yourself. “You attacked me, you tried to drown me. You don’t get to act like--”

This time, he pushed you. It was just a nudge, a slight tap to your shoulder, but his tail did the rest. You did your best to resist, to go against the force pulling you downward, but resilience just meant your back hit the sand harder, that more air was knocked out of your lungs. It was a warning, this time, little more than a hint at the possibility of something worse, but black still lined the edges of your vision as he dragged you back to the surface, his tail rising, coiling, wrapping around your leg until you could feel its blunt point trace shape against the inside of your thigh. Your head still pounded, and your body still hurt, more than it should’ve for such a short submersion.

And you still bit your tongue when Leviathan’s grin returned, more sleek and more sharp than it should’ve been.

More predatory than it’d ever been before.

“That’s it,” He muttered, letting you fall into his arms against the gentle current. “I just want a few minutes. That’s not so bad, is it? A little more time won’t kill you.”

He was right. It wouldn’t.

But, you were beginning to think Leviathan might.

[fandom-blackhole]

First Date/First Time w/ Mobster!Paz

AN: Alright everyone here is the first installment of Mobster!Paz passed what I have written for asks! I decided to combine these two prompts because 1-I could and 2- because things having been going good for me lately I wanted to celebrate with something nice! Just fyi this was not beta'd or even just read through so if there is mistakes let me know, but I will probably read through it and fix them at some point soon! I hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: AFAB!reader but no real pronouns used, no Y/N, slight descriptions of violence but noting extreme, SMUT 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, P in V, no protection used (wrap it before you tap it guys, gals, and nonbinary pals), excessive use of the nickname doll

You had been working as a waitress at The Palace speakeasy for the notorious Boba Fett for roughly three months when your favorite customer, known muscle of The Children of the Watch, Paz Vizsla finally asked you on a date. The two of you had been dancing around each other and your feelings since that first meeting your first week working in the speakeasy. Your first time meeting the man had left you overwhelmed with so many feelings that you hadn’t been able to sort through, but one thing you had recognized was just how happy Paz had made you, leaving you with a smile that wouldn’t leave your face for the following days.

When you had started working at The Palace you had thought that you were going to be surrounded by the lowest of low lifes and the grossest men and women alive, and while yes you were surrounded by the lowest of lows, you did soon find out that these criminals all had a code and they treated you fairly for the most part. Of course you had the occasional rowdy customer, but they were delt with swiftly by those at the surrounding tables. One thing was for sure though, when one of the big three of The Children of the Watch were present somewhere in the building people were more cautious and well behaved, not wanting to get on any of their bad sides, and you realized why when one day a rowdy customer had gotten in your personal space and Paz had been sitting in his usual booth sipping his drink. You barely had time to blink before the customer had been ripped away from you by a large hand and slammed them into a nearby table in a show of strength that had you biting your lip and you clenching your thighs in arousal. Paz had only turned to you as he held the man down on the table by his neck and smiled at you before winking and telling you, “I’ll be right back doll, why don’t you go take a break and I will meet you back at my table?”

After that incident you had realized what all those feelings you were having for the dangerous man were, and when he was able to come into to speakeasy after it became harder and harder to keep your eyes away from him. And every time you glanced his way you always found him leaning back in his seat with his drink in hand watching you, and when your eyes met he would always send a smile your way with a wink that never failed to heat rise in your face. And he would always make your heart jump through hurdles when he offered to walk you home each time with earnest eyes and a kind smile. How could you not feel something for the man when he treats you as if you hung the stars in the sky and with respect that few women ever receive?

So when one night he stopped you at your door after walking you home, you were shocked and overjoyed when he asked you if you were free for lunch Saturday with a shy smile while rubbing the back of his neck. You had bit your lip and nodded giving him a breathless yes. His shy smile turned into a broad smile and he had reached out for your hand kissing the back of it before telling you, "I'll come and pick you up here at 11 am sharp, doll. I’d tell you to dress your best, but I know you look good in whatever you wear.” With that, he kissed your palm with a wink before backing away and as he walked away from your home he was whistling a tune that was all his own.

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Saturday found you waking up early, excited about what was to come with a giddy smile adorning your face. You had made yourself a small quick breakfast to eat as you got ready for your date, not wanting to eat anything too big as to spoil the food you would eat with Paz and so that you would have more time to perfect your appearance.

You started with your hair, making sure to style it perfectly and making sure to double-check that every hair was in the correct place. The longest part of getting ready was applying your makeup meticulously, you didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, but you wanted to look like you had put effort into your look. Then you made sure to pick out your favorite bra and panty set, not because you were expecting anything untoward to happen between you and Paz, but because the set made you feel pretty and confident. Now it was nearing closer and closer to the time Paz was to pick you up, and you couldn’t for the life of you decide what outfit you wanted to wear. You didn’t want to wear something too casual, but you also didn’t want to wear something that was too dressy. You bit your lip and agonized over your options for what felt like forever before you decided on an outfit that you had worn previously in front of Paz and you had noticed how his eyes had drunk in your silhouette multiples times throughout that evening. And it seemed you had made your decision in the knick of time because as soon as you had pulled on your clothes and righted everything, you heard a knock on the door.

You had rushed to the door and yelled out, “Coming!” as soon as you were close enough. Once you reached the door you took a second to take a deep breath before opening the door with a wide smile. On the other side of the door stood the hulking figure of Paz Vizsla who was wearing a charming smile as well as pressed dress pants and a matching suit jacket with a beautiful wine red turtle neck underneath. You watched as his eyes soaked up the sight of you as you whispered out a shy, hello. He moved his eyes to meet yours before pulling his hand from his side where he held a bouquet of the prettiest flowers you had ever seen and he held it out to you saying, “Doll, I would have dressed up more if I had known I was going to be escorting the prettiest girl in the city.”

Taking the bouquet with a giggle you motioned him inside as you went to find a vase for the flowers he had brought you. Paz had followed you into the house, shutting the door and taking in your small home the best he could, while also watching you flit about filling the vase you had found and placing the flowers on your kitchen counter with a soft smile as you leaned down to smell the soft fragrance that flowed from the flowers. When you turned around, you had found Paz standing behind you with a smile so perfect and happy that you could look at it for hours, but you had only shook your head and told him, “You say that, but here you are wearing a suit.”

Paz chuckled and held out his arm for you to take, asking if you were ready. Nodding you wrapped your hand around his arm and let him lead you from your home.

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Being in Paz’s company had always been easy and flowed nicely, even with all the tension flowing between the two of you. The date was much of the same, and even though it was technically your first date with the man, it seemed as if this was more of your 12th with how much the two of you had spent sitting together in the corner of the speakeasy and the late nights he had walked you home. Nothing was different really, other than the time of day and the location of where the two of you were together.

Paz, rather than driving, had taken to walking with you a short distance to a small restaurant that you had not even realized was there. When the two of you had walked into the quaint little building, you were taken aback by the man who you assumed to be the owner yelling out Paz’s name loudly and coming over to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder. The two chatted like old friends for a minute before Paz had turned to you and told the man, “This here is my girl, and I was wondering if you might happen to have a table open towards the back for the two of us for the lunch?”

The man smiled at you and shook your hand as you introduced yourself before he turned back to Paz and said, “For you my friend there is always a table open, and I am honored you would bring your lovely date to my restaurant.” As soon as the man had finished he had turned around motioning for the two of you to follow him as he led you towards the back where the tables were a bit more secluded. Paz had walked around the table and pulled out the chair for you to sit in with a chivalrous smile, before crossing over to his seat across from you. Menus were handed to you as soon as you both were settled and the owner had told you both, “Holler if you need anything, whatever you want we will provide,” and with a smile, he left you in the hands of a waiter.

Lunch went by smoothly, not that you didn’t think it would, and the food was absolutely delicious. And you had to admit that sharing the slice of cheesecake had been the best part of the entire lunch, Paz had taken the fork from your hand and with a smile had fed you bites of the dessert with a smile. You had noticed about halfway through the slice, that Paz’s eyes darkened every time you wrapped your lips around the fork, and suddenly the entire restaurant had felt warm as you watched the muscles in his arms move as he brought the fork to your lips. When you had finished the dessert the two of you had sat in silence for a few minutes just watching each other and every time you made eye contact you couldn’t help but to rub your legs together at how he was eyeing you with a fiery gaze that made heat pool in your belly and feel guilty.

By the time the two of you had walked out of the restaurant, it was late afternoon and Paz had walked at a slower pace towards your house, trying to drag out the time the two of you spent together. The walk home was silent and tense from how your meal had ended, but it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just you didn’t want to part from Paz so soon. So when your house had come into view you couldn’t stop the sad feeling that had washed over you. From the way, Paz’s shoulder’s dropped when you got to the steps of your home you figured Paz felt much the same about parting so early.

When the two of you stopped in front of your door, you turned to Paz biting your lip, contemplating inviting him in. You stood there for a minute and as you looked up at him and opened your lips to ask him about coming in you were immediately interrupted by Paz leaning down and connecting your lips with his own. He kissed you for a few seconds, and you were so shocked that you couldn’t process what was happening until he pulled back and rushed out, “I’m sorry doll, but I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day and I just couldn’t stop myself. I am so-” This time you didn’t let him finish as you reached up and pulled him down to kiss him. The kiss started sweet, but you soon found yourself pressed against your door with leg wedged between your own and pressing against you where you felt yourself throbbing with need for the man that was pressing closer to you every second. You couldn’t help the small mewl that escaped your lips as he bounced his leg against you slightly, then you felt him pull back from the kiss far enough so that he could speak, though with every word you could still feel his lips brushing against your own.

“Doll, tell me to stop or let me inside, please. I know this is just our first date, doll but I can’t help but want you in every way that I know I shouldn’t…”

You could feel his heavy breaths on your cheek as you turned your head and whimpered. Biting your lip you traced your nose along his jawline before you ground down against his leg and whispered breathlessly, “Please Paz, please take me inside. I want you too…”

Paz took a second to look into your eyes before he suddenly picked you up bridal style and threw open your door, and all you could do was let out a squeal of surprise and wrap your hands around his neck. As soon as Paz kicked the door shut he asked you where the bedroom was. You hadn’t even finished telling him when he took off in that direction, stopping only once to push you against the wall and start kissing you again, though this time he pressed his tongue against your lips until you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore every nook and cranny, memorizing the feel of your mouth with a groan.

By the time you both made it to the bed, you were breathless and your chest was heaving, which only cause Paz to groan and bury his face in your neck as he groped your breasts over your clothing making you mewl with him as your hardened nipples start to show through your bra. Then Paz pulled back and before you could even whine from the loss of his body he was asking you, “Doll will you strip for me? I wanna watch as you reveal that beautiful body to me, doll.”

You gave him a shaky nod and slowly started stripping down. It was sloppy and most likely far from sexy, but hearing Paz’s sharp intakes of breath at each new patch of skin revealed to him made you feel confident. So when you were left in your bra and panties you walked over to where Paz had settled himself on the edge of the bed, noticing the very prominent bulge in his pants. You bit your lip as you stopped in front of Paz and before Paz could even think to touch you, you reach forward pushed his suit jacket off of his shoulders, and pushed it onto the floor. You leaned down and kissed his nose softly as he watched you with hungry eyes, then you reached for his shirt and Paz helped you pull it off and toss it aside. Then Paz flipped you over onto your back, as he started kissing and sucking marks onto your chest and neck as he kicked off his shoes. Too caught up in the feeling of his mouth leaving his mark on your body, you didn’t realize Paz had stripped completely down until you felt something hot, har, and heavy fall against your thigh. When you glanced down you saw his large cock resting against your skin and leaking precum steadily. You felt yourself clench at the sight and you moaned out his name as you bucked up. In response, Paz gripped your waist and pulled away from the mark he had just left on your breast before he moved his lips to your ear and whispered huskily, “Patience doll. As much as I would like to just take you right this instant, I need to prep you to take me. I am anything but a small man.”

You whined and said, “please Paz,” but he had only hushed you and kissed his way down your body, taking your bra and panties off as he goes. When he reached where you ached for him he hummed and turned to kiss up and down each of your thighs, holding you in place so you didn’t move around on him. After he had left what he deemed to be an acceptable mark on both of your inner thighs, he finally looked at you before he nuzzled against your throbbing clit before taking it into his mouth. The shout of please you let out only made him smile and swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Paz continued to taste and tease you at a slow leisurely pace that had you a moaning mess. Then he pressed a finger into you and you swear that you saw heaven as he started to move his finger in and out of you at the same pace as his mouth.

It didn’t take Paz long for him to add a second finger or even a third. Soon he had you practically sobbing from the pleasure he was giving. And as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice, you tried to warn him but your lips couldn’t form any words past Paz’s name. So when Paz angled his fingers up and finally pushed you over the edge you could only let out a broken sob of Paz’s name that ended in a silent scream as Paz continued to move his fingers inside of you and mouth unhurriedly against your clit. When he finally pulled away from you you felt as if he had taken every bone in your body with him. You laid there limp on his bed trying to catch your breath from the orgasm Paz had just gifted you. Paz stood up slowly and hissed as he pumped his painfully aching cock a few times.

When you came back to yourself it was to the sight of Paz standing between your spread legs gripping the base of his cock and his face shiny from saliva and your cum. Moaning at his somewhat wrecked appearance, you saw Paz’s eyes jump up to meet your own before he leaned over you and gave you a slow sweet kiss. When he pulled back from the kiss he slow asked, “Think you’re up for more doll? Maybe something bigger?”

At his words, you could only nod with a broken please passing your lips as you bucked your hips up against his own. Paz obviously didn’t need to be told twice as he immediately reached down and lined himself up with you before pressing his cock into you. Paz went slowly and you gripped his shoulders whimpering as your walls stretched around his girth. It wasn’t necessarily painful but the farther he pressed into you the more it stung. When you finally felt him bottom out and press his hips against yours, the both of you sighed. Paz stayed seated in you for a few minutes until he felt your walls relax around him slightly, then he started pulling out slightly, grinning when he hear you whimper in his ear. When he only had the head of his cock still buried inside of you he started pushing back inside of you just as slowly with a groan, grunting out, “Fuck doll, you’re so tight, holding onto my cock like you don’t wanna let it go. Fu-uck I could stay inside of you forever…”

After a few of the slow thrusts, you started to while and buck up against him, so Paz picked up his speed and set a steady pace that had you moaning and mewling in his ear. Paz fucked into you steadily not changing anything other than where he was aiming, trying to find that spot that had you clench so tightly against his finger not long ago. He knew the second he found it as you threw your head back and your eyes rolled back as you begged him to hit it again. Paz felt himself getting closer to his end so he picked up the pace making sure to hit that spot inside of you as often as he could. He knew you were getting close with how you were tightening around him and moaning out his name over and over, so he reached down and pressed his thumb to your clit and started circling it groaning out, “Doll, please, oh fuck, please cum all over my cock. God, please cum on my cock, doll.”

From the mixture of Paz’s thrusts hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars, his fingers massaging your clit, and his encouragement you felt him throw you over the edge yet again, but this time you really did feel yourself scream and clutch onto his shoulders. Then you felt Paz’s thrust start to get sloppy and you could hear his grunts with every thrust into your oversensitive walls. Then he suddenly pulled out of you and pumped his cock with his hand only once before he was cumming all over your thighs and pussy with his head thrown back and his hand pumping himself until he stopped cumming.

When Paz opened his eyes and looked over your spent body he groaned and told you, “Doll you are the prettiest thing I have ever seen, and the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Then he leaned up and kissed your forehead right as you felt yourself dowing off in the aftermath of the two earthshattering orgasms Paz had given you. When you had come out of your trace it was to Paz cleaning your body off with a washcloth and him telling you to rest, he would take care of you. So you did just that, trusting Paz, you fell asleep content and happy. When you had woken up a few hours later, you found yourself cuddled into his side and you smiled as you watch the man that you had seen break noses and throw people around like rag dolls sleep peacefully while holding you close. Smiling you you cuddled into his side and allowed yourself to fall back into a peaceful sleep, feeling completely safe and content.

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