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thehereticpharaoh · 7 months ago

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The Great Sphinx

Who Built the Sphinx? The Sphinx Temple Has the Answer by Mark Lehner

Many alternative thinkers claim the Sphinx is much, much older, that it existed thousands of years before Khufu. But our study of the Sphinx and the temple lying just below it—the Sphinx Temple—says no. As certain as we can be about such matters, Khafre created most of the Sphinx. However, Khufu might have started it.

The stone-by-stone map of the Sphinx Temple allowed us to investigate a telltale clue about who built the Sphinx. Quarrymen cut the core blocks (the ones forming the core of the temple walls) so thick—some weigh up to a hundred tons—that many of them include three geological layers. And it was clear that the layers in many blocks were the same as those that run through the bedrock of the Sphinx itself. The blocks had to have come from the U-shaped ditch around the Sphinx. When workers quarried the ditch they left a large block of limestone from which the Sphinx was carved.

As I moved about the Sphinx Temple during my first year of the mapping project, I was struck by how the geological layers run continuously in many places, from one block to another, as the layers must have run in the bedrock. The gangs of young men who moved these mighty stones did not have much chance of mixing them up from quarry to temple wall. The Sphinx and its temple must have been part of the same quarry-construction sequence. But could I prove this?

The following year I met Tom, who had the expertise needed to geologically “fingerprint” the blocks and trace them back to the quarry. Tom looked at the Giza Plateau less as an archaeological site and more as frozen sea floors, petrified, pancaked, and stacked into the bedrock layers from which the pyramid builders quarried blocks, created tombs, and carved the Sphinx.

These layers formed during the Eocene epoch—some 34 to 56 million years ago, as a great primordial sea retreated northward. Under its ebbing waters, a colossal bank of nummulites, unicellular plankton-like organisms, built up. A sandbar developed on the embankment, and in the more protected waters behind it, a shoal and coral reef grew. As the sea retreated to the north, the area behind the sand bank became a muddy lagoon, inhabited by burrowing bivalves and sea urchins. A regular sequence accumulated, which petrified as soft, yellow, marly layers interspersed with harder beds.

In carving the Sphinx directly from the natural rock, the ancient Egyptian quarrymen cut a cross-section through the principal geological layers of the southeastern slope of the Moqattam Formation. The hard layers of the shoal and reef, for example, make up the lowest layer in the Sphinx and its ditch.

Tom and I began our Sphinx Temple core block study by examining each layer, or bed, of the Sphinx. We gave each bed a number and marked them on photographs and on profiles of the Sphinx. The beds were easy to distinguish as they weathered differentially: harder beds protruded, softer beds receded. Also, the relative abundance of different fossils varied. Members I and II showed the greatest differences: I is a very hard gray reef formation, while the first bed of Member II, 2b, is one of the softest of the yellow marl-clay layers. Members II and III are distinct, but the boundary is not so clear as between I and II. Aigner, following an earlier geologist, set the boundary between Beds 7 and 8.

The massive fine-grained bedrock of Beds 8–9 made for good sculpting, with far more endurance than the soft-hard-soft sequence of Member II. This is why the 4th Dynasty builders reserved Member III for the more exposed head. Details like the eyebrows have survived wind, rain, and sand for 4,500 years.

But from which beds exactly did they cut the core blocks? Would this tell us where they were in fashioning the Sphinx at the time they built the Sphinx Temple? To answer these questions we logged each block. We recorded their lithic qualities and fossil content, and assigned each block to one of seven types, A through G.

Most of the Sphinx Temple core blocks are Type A and consist of three layers: upper and lower hard massive layers separated by the soft, yellow marl layer in the middle, which runs continuously through separate blocks over long stretches of temple wall. These blocks come from beds that correspond to the lower chest of the Sphinx.

Type C blocks come from beds that correspond to the Sphinx’s upper chest, top of the chest, and base of the neck. In the Sphinx Temple these blocks cluster near the front. The quarry workers hewed the blocks from layers that would become the lion’s upper chest and top of the back and then dragged them to the eastern front of the Sphinx Temple. As quarry workers cut deeper, to the middle and lower Sphinx chest level, haulers and builders composed most of the core walls of the temple.

Block types B and D did not come from the Sphinx ditch. They most closely match strata to the southwest, exposed in the quarry cut for the Khentkawes Monument. They are less frequent and more intermittent in the temple walls than the A and C blocks. This could indicate that the builders stockpiled these blocks and brought them into the walls whenever there was a hiatus in the quarrying, dragging, and placing of the A blocks from the Sphinx ditch.

Khafre’s workers started shaping the Sphinx as they built his valley temple. And they were probably still shaping the lower lion body, cutting it out of its surrounding ditch, as they made the Sphinx Temple, Khafre’s last major addition to his pyramid complex. But they did not finish. They left the Sphinx Temple incomplete, without its exterior granite casing.

#ancient egypt #kemet #kemetic #egypt #pharaonic #Great Sphinx of Giza #seven wonders of the ancient world #Khufu #Khafre

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f10werfae · 1 year ago

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Can you give us an example of Henry giving the twins the stink eye and them running to their Momma and her defending them? I love this sweet little family and your writing.

“Iris off now please, that’s not a plaything” Henry sighed seeing his daughter playing around in his workshop.

“But it is dada, it’s a horsey, p-plus all your tools are gone” Iris replied back sassily rocking back and forth on the wooden horse she had asked her daddy to make her, she had him wrapped around her baby finger. “Iris, don’t answer back, now pop off back inside please and behave yourself” At the sound of her daddy’s harsh stern tone, her lips tightened and chin creased. “F-fine don’t want horsey anyway”

“Good cause bad girls don’t get horseys” As soon as she heard her daddy call her a bad girl she knew exactly what to do, she knew her daddy’s weakness. “M-momma” Iris cried out with tears at the corner of her eyes, running towards the living room she saw her brother Beau playing with Marly on the couch as Y/n combed his hair lovingly; their new sibling housed comfortable in her stomach.

When Y/n saw her teary baby her face immediately fell into a pout, “W-what’s wrong Iris baby” Y/n cooed opening her arms and letting her baby fall into her chest, kisses being peppered onto her head. “P-papa was bein’ a meanie and no say sorry” She said through hiccups, Y/n’s eyebrows furrowing as her eyes landed on her husband who walked in with one hand scuffing his beard.

“H-Hen? What d-do ya have to say for yourself?” Y/n scolded with a pout still playing on her lips, Iris hugging her momma’s neck as she gave Henry a face (all of a sudden her tears had stopped and baby Iris had a glorious smirk on her face)

“You little-“

“H-Hen stop it! She’s our b-baby and you were bein’ mean!”

“Baby bun she was playin’ about on the horse-“

“That’s what t-the horse is for no?” Y/n said fiercely, knowing she was going to win this argument, she won every argument. “You’re right baby i’m sorry, I’m sorry to my other baby too” Henry sighed bending over and plucking Iris into his arms before whispering into his daughter’s ear, “You smart little rat, i’ll get you for that”

“Sure you will papa!” She smiled wiggling out of his arms and running towards her playroom with Beau not long following her. “Do I gotta make it up to you too huh?” Henry whispered slotting himself beside Y/n on the sofa, his arm tucking her into his side; his other hand smoothing over her growing stomach. “I know how you can daddy”

#faesthoughts #lumberjack!henry cavill #fae henry thoughts #lumberjack!henry

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vanfleeter · 4 months ago

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Bound For Earth: Chapter 5

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Sam Kiszka, Daniel Wagner, Marlie Warnings: 18+ || Language. Angst. Physical violence. Mentions of guns. Lies. Yelling. Anger. Resentment. Jealousy. Fluff. Brother banter. Family affairs. Jake receives a gift. Smut. Loss of virginity. Fingering. Oral sex (m & f receiving). Penetrative sex.

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I am not leaving this planet because of a bullet.

“You think, for one second, that I believed you?” Sam says from behind me. He laughs and slowly walks around me with a gun still pointed at me. “The two of you just happen to randomly show up here, claiming to somehow be my long lost brothers who were born on Mars? Ha! How stupid do you think I am?”

“Well, to be fair, we don’t know much about you.” Josh says from somewhere behind me. I hear a scuffle and him groaning.

“Did I give you permission to talk?” Sam says as he turns his head slightly to look at Josh. “Maybe you should have done more research..”

“Sam, please..” I plead. “Everything we’ve told so far is the truth.”

“Oh yeah?” He says as he snatches Danny’s phone from my hand. “Then who did you call?”

“A friend..”

“Oh..” He chuckles. “A friend.. Jakey boy has a friend.. Who the hell would want to be friends with a boy on Mars?” I watch him as he types in Danny’s passcode and taps a few times before lifting the phone to his ear. “Oh hello..” He sneers when she answers. “No, I’m sorry Jake is a little…busy.. Oh, you’re coming here? Wonderful.. Then I guess I’ll get to meet his friend too.” He hangs up and tosses the phone back to Danny before stepping up close to me. “Still lying to me, Jake. Your ‘friend’ is a girl. You’re so pathetic for thinking anyone would ever fall in love with an alien.”

I clench my jaw and tighten my fists into balls at my sides. “You touch her and I will-”

“What?” He smiles. “Kill me? I’d like to see you try.. You’re from Mars, and Mars is hell of a lot different from Earth. You’d be in for a rude awakening.” He starts to turn around and lowering the gun, but he doubles back and throws his fist into my abdomen. I doubled over in pain, falling to the floor on both my hands and knees.

“Call..Mom..” I cough out. “She’ll tell you..everything..”

“You think I’d believe anything that comes out of her mouth? She left me! She does every fucking year!” He scoffs. “And I just supposed to believe that she kept you two a secret my whole life?!”

“Then ask Dad..” I go to lift my head and he grabs a chunk of my hair in his fist and pulls me back. I fumble backwards, nearly falling over. “He’ll tell you the truth.. Mom called him..when we left on the cruiser.. She told us he was out of town and he took you with him.. But she lied.. He’s been here the whole time.. He never left.. So ask him..”

Sam drops me to the floor and I hear him lock the safety on the gun. “Tie ‘em up,” He says to Danny. “And when she gets here? Let her come to him. I’m going to have a little fun with her.”

Josh and I were tied back to back and left on the floor. This was not how I thought this was going to go. Our brother is a psycho.

“I’m sorry..” Josh says.

“Sorry for what?”

“Bringing us here.. I just wanted to see Dad..”

“I know you did..”

“And now look at us.. We’re tied up in his living room because our little brother is deranged.. Who does he think we are?”

“Not who we claim to be.. Apparently.. Texas is truly living up to its name..”

“This isn’t a fucking,” Josh struggles against the bindings and huffs. “Wild, wild west movie.. This is bullshit.”

The front door opens and I look over to see Marlie. When she turns towards us, her eyes grow wide and she quickly runs over. “What happened to you two?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I say. “You need to leave.”

“What? No!”

“Marlie, please listen to me.. You need to leave.. Sam is a fucking psycho.. He doesn’t believe we are who we say we are and he’s going to–”

“Well well well..” Sam steps into the room and crosses his arms over his chest. “You must be Jakey’s “friend”.”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to find out the truth.”

“Sam-”

“Ah!” He narrows his eyes at Marlie. “How do you know my name?”

“Jake’s told me about you. He told me that you’re his brother, a brother they never knew about until recently..” She slowly stands back to her feet. “Sam, they are who they say they are. Your parents kept you all a secret from each other for whatever fucked up reason, but you have to believe them. They came to see your father and Jake only wants to experience Earth like a normal person.”

“And how can I believe you?”

Marlie reaches inside the back of her jacket and withdraws a gun. What the hell? She points it at Sam. Sam immediately raises his hands.

“Woah.. I wasn’t going to kill them.”

“Then I suggest you untie them..” She says. “And we can figure this out like adults..”

When Sam unties us and we get to our feet, Josh pulls me off to the side. “Who the hell did you meet?” I shrug my shoulders. Over the course of a year, I never really talked in depth with her about her life outside of the basics. I didn’t know what she did for a living but judging by the gun, it has to be dangerous. Regardless.. Seeing her with a gun definitely made me feel some type of way.

“Were guns really necessary?” Josh asks as he rubs his wrists.

“We are in Texas,” Sam says. “Always have to be prepared.”

“For what? We literally just came here from a different planet. We don’t have weapons!” Josh exclaims. “We barely even know how to fucking walk because this gravity is so damn heavy! And you think we’re just going to come charging in here like we’re some secret agent? Do y’all even do that anymore?”

“Well what else was I supposed to do?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Josh says, slapping his hands against his thighs. “Don't tie us up! And certainly not threaten us with a gun! I didn’t know we were supposed to act like outlaws or else we would have come better equipped.”

“Believe it or not, they are your brothers.” Marlie says. “Your parents definitely have a lot of explaining to do.”

“But before we get to that, can we please get something to eat?” Josh asks. “I’m starving and I really want to try waffles.”

Marlie giggles and pats his shoulder. “I know the perfect place to get your waffles. Care to join us, Sam?”

“Oh uh.. Sure, I guess.”

As we head out of the house, my body slightly aching still, I stop Marlie at the bottom of the front porch. “Why do you have a gun?”

“Daddy always told me that you always have to have your saving grace with you, just in case.”

“You’re not a secret agent or something dangerous, are you?”

Marlie smiles and shakes her head. “Nope.. Just a regular old lawyer.” She says. “Why? Were you hoping I’d be a spy or something?”

“No.. But seeing you with that gun definitely made me feel something.”

“Oh yeah?” She draws me in close and presses her lips to mine.

Holy shit.. Her lips feel so soft. I never wanted to part. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She is so completely real and she feels so warm against my body. I start to move my hand up underneath her shirt, feeling her soft skin when the car horn blares making us pull apart.

“Hey! Not in the driveway! Quit being nasty!” Josh shouts from the backseat window. “Y’all can do that later! I want my waffles!”

“Is he always like that?” She asks.

“Uptight and demanding? Oh yeah..” I chuckle. Giving her a quick peck on her lips, we head down to the car.

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“Again I’m really sorry,” Danny says to Josh. “We’ve kind of learned from a young age on using violence when we need to.”

“Well we were not,” Josh says. “Frankly our mom kept us from anything that would incite violence.. Although sometimes we do get into quite the scuffle,” He says as he smirks at me. “Jake, how many times have I pinned you?”

“I’ve lost count..”

Josh chuckles and stabs his fork into another piece of his waffle and takes a bite. “Fuck these are so good..” He mumbles through his mouthful.

“So you really don’t have this kind of food up there?” Sam asks. “Is it the freeze dried crap?”

I shake my head and take another drink of the orange juice that Josh was so adamant about trying and then realizing just how much he hates it. So now I’m stuck with it. “We mainly eat vegetables..”

“And it’s good to eat something that isn’t green..or orange..” Josh says as he continues shoveling waffles into his mouth.

“They figured out how to grow vegetables, so that’s mostly our food sources. Sometimes we’ll get lucky and they’ll bring up bacon but aside from that, we don’t have any of this up there. Milk is a rarity. Seems you can only get in on the cruiser and down here.”

“That milk was gross too,” Josh grimaces.

“Which kind was it?” Danny asks.

“I think the label said “Skim” or something,” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Skim milk is disgusting.” Danny chuckles. “They make you drink it?”

“Well we aren’t forced to but I mean, there isn’t much else to drink besides water and even that gets tiring after a while.” I say.

Sam’s phone beeps on the table and he picks it up. “It’s dad.. Says he’ll be home soon. We should head back.”

“He doesn’t own a gun too, does he?” Josh asks.

“Yeah..” Sam says.

“Oh wonderful..” Josh rolls his eyes. “Maybe I should get one.”

“No!” Sam and I both exclaim.

Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Well fine.. I need a box, I want to take the rest of this with me.”

“You’re still hungry?” Danny chuckles.

“Like we said.. We grew up on nothing but vegetables.” Josh says. “This is a fucking dream come true.”

I can help but laugh from my corner of the table. Marlie offers to pay and soon the five of us are headed back to the house. Time to face the music.

Quite literally.

Music is blasting from the surround sound system that’s hooked up around the house. According to Sam it was all installed when he was still in high school. It made for great house parties.

“Dad?” Sam calls out over the music. “Dad!”

“Kitchen!” He calls back. “I thought I’d cook up some steaks for dinner tonight! And then for dessert we could have that cherry pie that Darlene baked yesterday!”

Sam walks over to the stereo system along the wall in the sitting room and rotates the dial and the music softens. “Dad, that all sounds great, but do we have enough for six people?”

“Six?” He turns away from slathering stuff on a bunch of meat cuts. “Oh my god..” He says when his eyes land on Josh and I. “You’re.. You’re here.. I thought your mom was bullshitting me..” He quickly washes his hands off and rushes over to us and pulls us both into a hug. “Gosh it feels so good to finally hug you both.”

“Dad, loosen up a bit,” Sam says. “You’re crushing them.”

“They ain’t used to this.” Danny chuckles.

“Oh you’re one to speak,” Dad says when he pulls away. “By the way,” He stretches out his hand to Sam. “Hand it over..” Sam sighs and pulls the gun out from the back of his pants and lays it in Dad’s hands. “Were you trying to be intimidating?”

“Yes.. And it worked.”

“That is until Marlie came in,” Danny says. “Thought Sam was going to piss himself, he wasn’t expecting it.”

“Shut up asshole.” Sam says as he shoves Danny.

“Who’s Marlie?” Dad asks.

Marlie raises her hand and I wrap my arm around her. “Dad, meet Marlie. My girlfriend.”

“Woah, slow down. Girlfriend? Your mom never mentioned a girlfriend.”

“Well, she doesn’t know either.” I say.

“And how long..”

“We met in an online class,” Marlie says. “We were paired to write a report on how soundwaves work. Only took six months to finally know he really was,” She giggles.

“Six months?” Sam questions. “What?”

“There isn’t exactly an instruction manual on how to tell someone you were born on a different planet.” I say. “It’s not like I live in Ohio.”

“I sure hope you don’t,” Danny says with a chuckle.

“Do you have a special someone I should know about, Josh?” Dad asks.

“Nope,” He says. “Just these waffles.”

“I bet your mother isn’t happy about the two of you being down here,” Dad says as he goes back to rubbing stuff onto the raw meat. That sounded wrong..

“She’s so pissed,” Josh chuckles. “She ordered Headquarters to keep us locked up there until the next transport back to Mars.”

“I see that didn’t really work out,” Dad chuckles.

“Apparently Josh decided to be the sneaky one,” Jake says. “He still has yet to explain how he figured it all out.”

“Air ducts,” Josh mumbles around more waffles. “I crawled through them until I found the right passage and then I learned the patterns of the guards and knew when they'd switch and how long it takes before the new ones show up.”

“Now they’re probably on a manhunt looking for you,” Dad says.

“Probably,” I shrug my shoulders.

“Well.. Let’s get these steaks grilling and then get y’all on the move,” Dad says. “If you’re going to experience Earth, you need to have a little fun.”

All during dinner, we played a game of catch up with Dad and Sam. Learning all these things we never knew before, like Sam crashing his car in high school. Hmm, it seems that he and Josh have something in common. Sam also has a girlfriend who is currently on a trip to Mexico. Dad still works for Explore Tech, but now that the truth is out, he can now make the trip to Mars to visit when he’s able to. Sam was not holding back about wanting to come up to Mars.

“I have to see it for myself,” He says.

There was a lot going on and we hadn’t realized how late it was until I noticed Josh slowly dozing off on the couch.

“We’d better get going,” Marlie says as she stands up from the couch.

“Where y’all staying?” Dad asks.

“Oh uh..” I ponder even telling him. What if he rats us out?

“I promise I won’t say a word if they come poking around here,” He says.

“I got us a rental down at the beach,” Marlie says. “Jake’s always wanted to check it out so I thought it would be relaxing for a couple of days.”

Within a few hours, the three of us made it to the coast. The sun was beginning to set and it looked absolutely stunning along the horizon. Josh made off to bed and he was completely knocked out within a few minutes. Marlie and I stayed up a little while longer.

“Jake?” Marlie softly speaks as she runs her fingers through my hair. I turn my head away from the water and look back at her. “Say you do go back to Mars… What happens to us?”

“Nothing..” I say. “If all goes well down here, then I know I can come back to see you. Nothing will change for us. I won’t give you up that easily.”

“It’s just.. We’re finally here–together.. I don’t want you to go back.”

“I don’t want to go back either.” I say. I twist my body around to face her and I pull her in for a kiss. “I finally have you, I don’t ever want this to end.”

Standing up from the sand, I pull her to her feet and we head back inside the beach house. We’re slowly undressing each other in the other bedroom, far enough away from Josh. I didn’t ever think this day would ever come, but here I am, standing before her in nothing but my bare skin. We’re just staring at each other, still not quite believing that any of this is real.

But it is.

We know it is.

Pressing our bodies together, I draw her in for a kiss and lay my hand on her bare hip. As our lips begin to move in sync with each other, I carefully lift her up on the bed. We only break apart momentarily as we move up the bed.

Everything about this moment felt so surreal. The french doors that lead out to the balcony are open, allowing the cool ocean breeze to flow in. And the sounds of the waves are nothing but relaxing.

Crawling up the bed, I nestle myself in between her legs as I reconnect our lips. My hands are blindly feeling over her body until I’m coming between her legs. She moans when I press my thumb against her clit.

What? You think just because I live on another planet, I don’t know about a woman’s anatomy? Please… Certain things are still attainable on a different planet.

Toying with her for just a little bit longer, I dip my fingers inside of her. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her little whimpers have me craving her even more. I set a steady pace of pumping my fingers in and out of her. My name flows from her mouth as if it always belonged there and clung to me tightly as I brought her to her orgasm. I continued to pump my fingers, and slightly dragged them down her slick walls.

So that’s what that means..

Suddenly she’s moaning quite loudly as her body stiffens beneath me.

“Oh fuck..” She breathes. Her fingers dig into my back as her own arches slightly makiher chest press against mine. My hand is soon covered in her release. My first instinct is to move down there so I do. I crawl backwards and plunge myself between her legs to take in everything she has to offer.

I lick between her folds, savoring every bit of her. Once I have all of her release licked up, I kiss my way up her body, worshiping every single inch of her. When I get back up to her level, she’s pushing on my shoulders and turning me onto my back. She returns the favor and starts kissing me before leaving a trail down my neck and to my collarbone. This feeling she’s making me feel is unlike anything I’ve felt before and I never want it to end.

She moves down my body, kissing every part of me until she reaches my shaft. I feel her lips brush against my length and my body jolts. Looking down, I watch her as she licks her tongue up my length and over the tip.

“Fuck..” I moan when she wraps her mouth around the tip and gently sucks on it. This feels so much better than my hand. My eyes roll as she sinks further down my length until I nudge the back of her throat. She repeats the process of lifting upwards and then taking all of me in again. I can’t help but to dig my hands into her hair. “Marlie, I..” Her hands come up to my hips and she gently squeezes them. She knows what she’s doing and my god I hope she never stops. This feeling is so much more intense than I could bring myself to feel on my own.

She doesn’t stop until I’m practically submitting myself completely to her. The warm feeling in my gut intensifies, tightening the coil until I can’t hold back any longer. Once her throat hollows out and she’s taking me deeper, I finally fall over the edge and hit my own climax. My release spills into her and she’s taking all of what I have to give.

I’ve never felt a feeling this intense before. I didn't even know I was capable of performing the way that I did. I was a whimpering mess by the time she was done with me.

She moves back towards me and kisses me. I moan when I taste my release on her lips. I dig my fingers into her hips, pushing her down against my body.

I’m still craving her. My body still needs this. I thrust my hips upwards, grinding my lower half against her. Rolling us back over, I adjust myself between her legs again. I didn’t waste any time before plunging deep inside of her. She cries out my name and digs her fingernails into my back.

I start out slow, allowing her to adjust to me. She claims I’m slightly bigger than what she’s used to. So obviously I’m not her first but I don’t care. That doesn’t bother me because I’m the one she’s with and that’s all that matters.

I gently rise a little, bringing her hips with me and I thrust my hips forward slightly faster. She’s clawing at my skin, no doubt leaving marks all over me. Eventually I’m picking up the pace a little bit more.

Part of me still thinks that this is all just a dream but I know it’s all real as I hold her body in my hands.

She moans a little more and I feel her clenching around me. That feeling is coming back but I know I have to fight it. I need to hold it off for just a bit longer. She clenches around me before she cries out my name again and coats me completely with her release. The coil snaps within me and I can feel all of what I have filling her full.

This feeling is so much stronger than when she sucked me dry. This is so much more intense. My head feels so light and my body just the same, as if I’m back on Mars. I feel like I just fell into the ether. I feel nothing but pure bliss. But that feeling soon fades away leaving my ears ringing and my chest rapidly rising as I try to catch my breath.

My head is resting against her chest and I hear her heart racing inside of her chest.

“That was your first time?” She asked once we both had settled down.

I was laying on my back with my eyes fixated on the blank, white ceiling. “Yeah..” I respond as I turn my head so I can look at her. “Why?”

“Just didn't seem like it at all,” She says with a twinge of a smile.

“Was I okay?”

She smiles and rolls over onto her side. “You did perfect,” She kisses my cheek and nuzzles her nose against the side of my face. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“You’ll have to find out.” She says as she pulls away and climbs out of the bed. She slips on her clothes and starts heading for the door. “Come on.”

I pull my own clothes back on and quickly follow after her. She leads me back downstairs and out the front door to her car. Going over to the trunk, she unlocks it and lifts the door. Resting inside was a guitar case. She unlocks that too and lifts the lid revealing the most beautiful acoustic.

“I know you said you wanted to learn to play one so I bought you one. I’m not entirely sure if you’ll be able to take it back with you but.. You can learn how to play while you’re here.”

“You really bought this for me?”

She nods her head and lifts it out of the case. “I even had it engraved.” She turned it over and there on the back was a tiny rocket with a star just above it. “That’s us.”

“I love it.” I say as I lean down to kiss her. “Thank you.”

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fungusgnat444 · 11 months ago

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It might as well be spring (1945 post war König au)

SFW, slight xenophobia (someone calls König a Gerry because this is set in 1945), non canon König, implications of size difference, implications of trauma and anxiety, mentions of war, reader gets kinda harassed a little by a customer, reader’s name is Marlina, mentions of smoking, fem reader, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything. This chapter is relatively short 2.2k words

“Hey! You listening?”, your friend asked exasperatedly as she waved her hand in front of your vacant eyes. You were daydreaming as you often did on your criminally short coffee break. After all, Bill's Diner wasn’t exactly the most enriching place to work. “Jeez, Marlina. Always off with the fairies, huh?”, she huffed, rolling her eyes at you. Betsy was a good friend but, by God, she was chatty. You often thought if she kept prattling on, her bottom jaw would end up falling right off her pretty little heart shaped face. Unfortunately for you, her jaw always manages to cling on somehow.

“Sorry Bets. You were talking about Tommy again right?” You sighed as you raised your coffee mug to your lips.

“Hey! Don’t say it like that, mopey Marli. I’m just excited, is all. He’s coming back today”, she whined as you shot her a perturbed look at the mention of the ‘fun’ little nickname she always used when she wanted to get a rise out of you.

”I know. you’ve been talking about it all week”, you chuckled weakly as she pouted at you. Boys in uniform had been coming in all day. The place was alive with their loud, cheerful chatter. The jukebox blaring, one song after the other; It Might As Well Be Spring by Dick Haymes had played more times than you could count. “… I am happy for you, Bets. I promise”, you reassured as you offered her a soft smile, patting her hand with yours. Although her chatter could get awfully repetitive, you did understand why she did it deep down. She was worried about him and for good reason. Your older brother had come home the week prior. You knew what it was like to worry yourself sick over someone; sleepless nights whenever you’d read something in the paper about the war over the shoulder of someone’s worried father as you served him coffee, waiting impatiently for the mail every Tuesday, desperately hoping another letter would come. You were just glad the war was finally over. The diner was no fun but it sure beats the monotonous work at the ammunition factory. ”… You think he’s really going to propose?”, you asked quietly as you leaned closer, a cheeky smirk washing over your face. She blushed and cast her eyes down to her lap shyly.

”He says he got me a pretty little ring from Paris”, she chuckled gleefully looking back up at you.

”Well, whatever your answer is just please, for the love of god, don’t pick those hideous lilac bridesmaid dresses you showed me. If I have to wear that I might not even show up”, you jested. She slapped you on the arm playfully as she tried her best to protest through the laughter that erupted from the two of you.

”That’s quite enough, girls. Back to work”, Bill’s gruff voice warned joylessly as he waddled past you. He was such a tubby, little grouch of a man but at least he paid well. You both stood reluctantly, rolling your eyes and groaning an annoyed ‘yes sir’.

As you tightened your pinny around your waist, you heard another groan from Betzy’s lips. “Ugh, great… More army boys”, she sighed. Your eyes followed hers out the large windows, seeing several more cars full of boisterous men pulling into the car park. You huffed as each of them bustled into the diner in their shabby green clothes. God, you were sick to death of that stupid muddy coloured fabric. A group of about five of them sat at one of your tables and whistled you over. Great… more touch starved boys for you to serve.

“Hey fellas. What can I get for you?”, You chirped with a faux-polite grin on your face.

“Coffee and apple pie all ‘round… maybe throw in your number just for me, sweetheart”, one of them jeered with a cheeky grin, making all the others burst into shameless laughter. It took every ounce of your remaining energy not to roll your eyes. You just stared back at them bemused as you jotted down their order. You knew they probably hadn’t seen a girl in ages but that didn’t stop you from fantasising about spitting in every cup of coffee you served them as each of their greedy eyes stripped you bare.

”Sorry, hon. My boyfriend came home last fortnight, so it seems you’re all out of luck”, A bare faced lie. The lie was worth it though; their greedy smirks all turning into butthurt pouts. You strutted away trying your best not to giggle. You walked behind the counter and Betsy’s eyes met yours knowingly, as you grinned. “Order up”, you said cheerily to Bill, handing him the order so he could fetch the pie.

As you returned to the table with the pie and began to pour their coffee, you noticed something quite peculiar out the window. At first the sight annoyed you but eventually your annoyance transformed to curiosity. Another man in uniform pulled into the car park, but this one was different. He was all alone. All day car after car had rolled in from the military base nearby; all packed to the brim with jolly, cocky boys in green. He was the first to arrive alone. Not even a hint of a smile decorated his face; a sad half finished cigarette hanging from his glum lips. His uniform was different too, the green was a deeper, forest green. On the shoulder of his jacket was a patch with red and white stripes; maybe a flag, you thought but a flag you weren’t familiar with. Maybe Poland? You couldn’t quite make it out. As you finished pouring the last cup of coffee the men sitting at the table all looked out the window and collectively groaned.

“Oh Great. Giant Gerry’s here”, one of them grumbled. You looked at him confused.

”Giant Gerry?”, you asked curiously. All their heads turned to you, an unwelcoming look on each of their faces.

”Yeah… that's what we call him anyway”, one of them said bitterly. “He’s built like a horse and about as talkative as one. Our lieutenant says he was some kind of double agent. He’s from… um… Belgium… or something. I don’t really remember, I don’t really care either. He’s a miserable freak”, he explained, taking a sip of his coffee.

”yeah most of the time he’ll just sit there silently watching everyone at base. Gives me the willies”, another one adds as ‘Giant Gerry’ exited his car, flicking his now spent cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with his shiny black boots. It was only when he stood that you truly understood his nickname. From where you stood his head blocked the sun like he was a great big oak tree. Now that he was out of it his car looked almost comically small; like one of the toys your little nephew would play with. You quickly looked away and retreated behind the counter to get more coffee. As the giant strode slowly to the door you poured the last cup of coffee for the men, trying your best not to stare at the way he had to duck his head to fit through the doorway. As he sat at one of the only empty booths in the place, he removed his cap, revealing a full head of curly copper locks. That’s when Betsy noticed him. Her eyes wide as she approached you.

“Jesus… Who the hell is that?” She whispered to you. Looking back at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose and slouched slightly against the table.

”I don’t know but you’re about to find out. He’s at one of your tables”, you chuckled softly with a mocking wince.

”Marli, please. You do it. He looks like he’ll eat me alive”, she said clutching your arm. Always so dramatic. You looked at her, annoyance and a hint of fear in your eyes.

”Bets, no! I- … okay fine, but you owe me big time”, you folded, as you always do. You knew that if you made her do it, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Plus you couldn’t deny your curiosity. She nodded emphatically and you went on your way to face the giant. As you approached you sighed shakily and mustered the most convincing smile you could. He was even more intimidating up close. His face was littered with scars, the biggest of which started at his clenched jaw, ploughed through his right cheek and finished after cutting through one of his thick, low eyebrows. His eyes were different, however. Big, bright blue pools, glistening in the afternoon sun as he stared out of the window; heavy lidded and gentle. Eyes that didn't belong on a scarred giant like him.

“Hello, sir. What can I get for you today?”, you ask quietly. No answer. He just kept staring out the window, his thick fluffy lashes fluttering every time he blinked. Your eyes flicked down to a badge laying against his broad chest. König. A name. Maybe that would get his attention. “Um… mister König, sir?”, you asked tentatively. Suddenly his spine straightened and his eyes snapped towards you; like a dog catching the smell of food. Now his eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed in confusion. He looked down at his name badge and back up at you, still silent. You tilted your head slightly and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. “Sir… you alright?”,

“Sorry, miss”, he said quietly as his eyes fluttered down to look at his hands resting on the table. “Most people here don’t say my name right. I was… surprised”, he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours again. You offered him a small chuckle. “Well… there’s a fella who works at the library. I think he said his parents were… Swedish..- Anyway, his name’s Björn. I figured your O was pronounced similarly… I can't remember what those dots are called… an amulet or something”, you rambled. Oh god, you were starting to sound like Betsy.

”Umlaut… An amulet is a type of necklace, no?”, he said softly, his eyes still boring into you. His voice was deep and velvety and his accent manifested itself in throaty, rolled Rs like the purrs of a kitten and long, clear vowels. Giants aren’t meant to sound like pretty little pussy cats, are they? “I’ll have to find this library, hm? I haven’t had anything good to read for months”,

”Oh… here”, you said cheerily as you leaned forward to grab a napkin from across the table. You were about to start writing on it when he spoke again.

”what are you doing?” He asked. As you turned to face him you realised that hunched slightly over the table like this you were now at his eye level, face to face and much closer. Close enough to smell his musky cologne and feel the warmth of his brutish body. He almost looked frightened, like you’d pulled a gun on him. A giant scared of a little mouse; it would almost make you giggle if he wasn’t so imposing.

“Just giving you directions… to the library”, you uttered quietly, offering him a smile. Finally his expression softened, although his body remained rigid. All he gave you was a short little hum of acknowledgment as his eyes fluttered down to the napkin. He was probably the strangest man you’d ever met. Maybe it was a European thing, you weren’t sure but his disposition was so opposite to his appearance it was honestly a little unsettling. You started to write, trying hard to ignore the unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Here’s the address. It’s right across the road from the town hall so it's pretty hard to miss”, you said gently.

he smiled gently down at the napkin for a moment. “Danke, Fräulein”, he said as he slid the napkin into one of his pockets. You stared back at him confused for quite a while before he registered that you had no idea what the hell he was saying. “Oh- thanks, miss”, he stuttered as his cheeks reddened slightly. You tried your best not to laugh.

”Anyway. What can I get for you?”,

”I haven’t looked at the menu yet, my apologies”, he said with a deep chuckle. “Hmm… what do you recommend?”, he asked.

“Well, the cherry pie here is alright. I wouldn’t touch the coffee if I were you. It’s pretty awful”, you said absentmindedly.

“Water then. Hopefully that won’t ruin the pie, yes?”, you wrote down his order with a little chuckle.

”Any cream with the pie?” You asked. He nodded and off you went, pleasantly surprised by the polite giant. When you returned you were met with a smile.

As you went on with your work you couldn’t help yourself from casting curious glances at him while he ate his pie. Then suddenly one of your glances was met with the sight of an empty booth. His car wasn’t even in the car park anymore. He’d vanished like a phantom. However as you approached his booth you saw what he’d left for you. The sight almost made you faint. Three dollars lay in a neat little pile on the table with a little note. Thankyou for being so kind. König. You called over Betsy who let out a dramatic gasp at the sight. “Jeez, Marli! I guess he liked you”

those words would end up being truer than you could ever imagine.

Hope y’all enjoyed it. I’m already working on part 2. 3 American dollars in 1945 is the equivalent of about $50 today btw. Our big Austrian boy is so silly sometimes hehe. Title comes from a song called it might as well be spring by Dick Haymes. It’s pretty cute hehe

#konig #konig imagine #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x you #cod mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig mw2 #Konig #konig fluff #sfw #1940s #au #konig au

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in honor of i maybe wont have wifi for about nine days. have this snippet im never gonna finish

Hadlee sat in the chair beside Henrik's at the table. He probably didn't like her much, but it was better than startling Randy or sitting beside strangers.

They were, admittedly, kind strangers who had probably not committed unspeakable crimes under the influence of a corrupt media company and also had taken them in upon hearing that Randy and Henrik were among the small group who escaped Showfall. But still strangers.

Hadlee would admit the logic there might be slightly skewered.

She glanced up at the woman who looked like Henrik -Marlie? Maury? Hadlee still had a hard time focusing enough to learn names- and glanced back down again as she made eye contact.

In the few days that had followed Showfall's destruction, the couple who had taken the remaining ex-employees in hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. First sorting out temporary housing (that would probably end up permanent if the whole situation kept up), then deflecting government employees, then paperwork, then whatever the hell it was that would take turns mentally wrecking them all.

Their little daughter, Ava, was the proverbial ray of sunshine in the middle of the whole ordeal.

She had warmed up to the group as soon as look at them, seemingly blind to scars in some cases, or in Hadlee's case, the fact that she couldn't bring herself to talk or answer any questions Ava asked.

Her bringing Hadlee to look at the garden outside or build block towers was the only thing that dragged Hadlee out of bed every day.

The first time the social workers had come back to "check on" them, Hadlee had confused them with Showfall drones. The family's dog had tried to attack upon seeing Hadlee scared, Hadlee herself had had several consecutive panic attacks, and Randy and Henrik refused to leave the living room for the rest of the day, probably due to one of them insisting on watching the door and the other not wanting to be alone.

Paislie had asked Hadlee later if Showfall had any other locations. There had been others, but as far as Hadlee knew, they were empty.

She'd told Paislie no.

She didn't mention it to her social worker, either.

The visits had switched to video calls as much as possible after that.

Randy, from what Hadlee saw of him, always had a faraway look in his eyes. He still talked, but not more than a few words every so often. Hadlee could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't very aware of his surroundings.

Henrik was much the same, but sometimes he'd talk like he'd never been to Showfall and he'd just gotten married and he hadn't killed his husband and been killed himself a thousand times over. It was unnerving at best.

Hadlee had seen his sister constantly keeping an eye on him, then turning around and making as comfortable of conversation with Randy as possible, considering the circumstances.

Hadlee guessed for what it was worth, the familiarity between them was a small mercy.

Beau and Randy apparently knew each other too, far better than Hadlee would have guessed. Randy had talked more with Beau than he had everyone else combined.

More power to him.

Beau seemed nice enough, Hadlee didn't doubt that. She'd made every effort to help with paperwork, general adjustments to normal life, even offered to help find her and Paislie's families.

Hadlee wasn't sure if she could deal with the other woman putting in effort for her- if only because she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to meet her halfway.

She hated the unknowns.

Hadlee had to focus to blink, turning her attention back to the table. She'd been about to eat, something had probably happened while she was thinking, she was probably gonna end up in some hospital anyway-

Something was shifting beside her.

"Hal. Hal."

Hadlee quickly raised a hand to her chest to sign "sorry" a few times, probably faster than necessary.

Paislie signed back that it was okay before he passed Hadlee a plate of food.

It took her a second to realize he'd probably made it for her while she was spaced out.

"All the stuff's separated," Paislie said lightheartedly, offering Hadlee a fork. "You don't have to worry about that part. No cheese on the chicken nuggets."

Hadlee glanced up at the others around the table. They didn't seem to notice, unless the glance Beau and her wife were sharing was over her.

Another glance her way from Beau was quick to affirm her suspicions.

Well, shit.

Hadlee sat in nervous silence after that, trying for all she was worth to eat the food Paislie had handed her.

The goal had been not to make anyone worry.

That went well.

Her focus waned in and out. Henrik's sister- Maria, that was it and it was so much easier than Maury- momentarily brought up the papers again.

She had a point, Hadlee would've argued if she had it in her to. She didn't want to go to a hospital any more than Maria seemed to want any of them to go.

Beau was quick to come up with a distraction. Randy usually joined in on it, and Hadlee would admit they'd been one of the few reasons she'd smiled since she could remember.

Henrik kept reaching for Randy's hand. Hadlee wished she knew how to even start to talk to him about- well, anything, really.

Knowing virtually everything about a person made it difficult to find a middle ground for conversation.

#but ueah i leave in about three hours so 💥#might post more just because #still not sure how much of this ive already posted or if i like it so 🙏

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