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Queens of Promise - Part 2

Summary: The ugly side of the war.

A/N: Okay, you’re going to say that I always take too long to post my works but this one was not on me entirely, though, still took a little to long for a good cause. You see, there is this amazing friend that created a map for this story, so you can follow and understand what’s going on.

So, here is the map of Noveria, the continent where our story takes place. Hope you guys like it. She doesn’t have tumblr, but you can follow her on Instagram on @alinecorreamac if you want to. Please, do not copy or use this image other than this story, because one, this took a lot of time, second, this is for this story alone. Don't be an ass. Now, enjoy.

As usual, let me know your thoughts

Trigger Warnings: Violence, language, mentions of death and blood. If there’s any other that should be mentioned, please, let me know.

Part 1

"In defense of our dreams"

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Previously on…

“You”. Your voice was an octave above a whisper. Recollecting yourself from your initial stupor, you spoke again. “Who would’ve thought that the brave Scarlet Knight was none other than Princess Wanda Maximoff.” You flashed her a smirk and a memory from two years ago danced in front of your eyes.

You heard a small growl by your side, instantly making you to turn and look for the source of the noise. “What a delight would it be if the scum of Taharr had not attended King Tony’s wedding.” You took her in, never have you seen such flawlessness, a perfect symmetry between her delicate lips and nose, complimented by the fierceness in her green orbs.

The glare on her face did nothing but make her even prettier and you were so lost in her beauty that took you a full moment to realize that her perfect crimson silky dress meant way much more than a simple choice of dress color.

‘The tales don’t do justice to her beauty’, You thought to yourself right before you plastered a wide smile on your lips while you made a proper bow. “Princess Wanda, the beauty of Sokovia” And when your eyes locked with hers, you spoke again. “Your presence is truly inspiring in such a pleasant evening. Certainly, King Tony’s wedding is brighter with your charisma”.

Her distaste of being in your presence was evident and you had to suppress the urge to laugh at it. “I wish I could speak the same, Young Lioness of Taharr.” Scrunching her nose, she uttered. “Or should I say the Reckless Lioness?”

“Fearless Young Lioness flatters me more, Your Highness.” Your sentence had some degrees of sarcasm, and she took the bait as you thought she would. “It’ll be dead Young Lioness soon if you keep trespassing our borders.” The threat underlined didn’t go unnoticed by you.

She never addressed you by your title, but you let her. Clicking your tongue, you replied. “The line inside a gold mine is too thin and sometimes invisible, Princess Maximoff. Can you really blame the miners?” One could think that you were pocking the bear with a very short stick or no stick at all.

However, you were a lioness, after all, and you wouldn’t back down from a fight, even if it’s a fight of unpleasant words. The Maximoffs, the rulers of Sokovia Kingdom, were the archenemies from your family since the Civil War and where once was the great realm of Novi Grad, were two new realms sharing tense and bloody borders.

Taharr, your realm, occupied the south of the continent and were graced with thousands of miles of good land for agriculture, an access to the seas and a peaceful border with Wakanda Realm in the east. Thrive was effortless for you.

Sokovia, on the other hand, were jammed into land with no access to the sea. However, both of their neighbors were friendly nations, Starksland on the west borders and Asgard on the east while their north border was the iced desert of Vormir. The only problem was the border between Taharr and Sokovia.

A large number of gold mines in the heart of the land caused an equal large number of villages to grow on its orbit, alongside with problems. The Civil War culminated in the creation of the Golden Accords, which divide the mines according to their entrances and access.

In the papers, there was a simple deal: if the entrance was in Sokovia’s side of the border, then the mine belonged to the sokovians. The same goes for the entrances in Taharr’s side. But reality was a different story, when anything was motive to raise a tension between the kingdoms.

Her reply was a snarl that showed you why they were known as the Wolfs in the North. “If Triskelion insists in challenge our sovereignty, then my brother will not tolerate your abuses any longer.” You could swear you saw a flash of red dancing in her beautiful green eyes.

“Abuses.” You repeated the word as if tasting a wine. “Such a peculiar word, Princess. I’d hardly use it to refer as your people's needs.” She took one step closer, and her scent hit your nostrils in waves. “How dare you to speak of my people’s needs, foreign?”

Pocking the bear with no stick, as it seems. You licked you lips and kept a blank expression. “How long have been since Your Highness visited the borders?” You didn’t let her answer. “Your people are starving, exchanging gold for food on an unauthorized trade market, fighting for survival while you and your little brother play at court.”

For a fraction of second, she let her façade down and you saw surprise flashing in her eyes, then it was gone. The ferocity was back in her eyes when she composed herself and hissed. “You can try to lure me with your lies, but you won’t fool me. Triskelion Castle isn’t the home of Taharr’s Lionesses, but of snakes, as it always has been.”

Your reply died on your mouth when Lord Jarvis approached the two of you, interrupting the heated exchange. “Your Highnesses.” He bowed as the gentleman he is. “I apologize for the misfortune of my interruption; however, the wedding is about to start.”

You looked around and saw that almost everyone was on their assigned places, you looked back at him when he continued. “The soon-to-be-Queen Pepper will make her entrance in a few minutes.” You bowed your head slightly and spoke. “Of course, Lord Jarvis. Thank you.”

He muttered another your highnesses and bowed retreating to the next couple out of their places. You looked back at Wanda to see her still fuming angrily at you, much to her dismay you bowed at her. “Farewell, Princess.” But before you started to walk away you leaned into her space, into her ear, and spoke.

“Oh, and please, next time refer to me as my title demands. I’m the Princess of Taharr and you should acknowledge me as such, or haven’t you learned how to address to another noble?” You walked away feeling daggers piercing your back. You were always good in making an enemy to hate you even more.

A searing pain right below your ribs brought you back from your thoughts and when your hands reached the spot, they found the hilt of a dagger that was the source of the wound. You stumbled to the side hissing bitchthrough your teeth.

“I told you, you’d be the Dead Lioness, but you didn’t listen.” You laughed humorlessly at her words while she got up to her feet. “This barely itches, Princess.” She picked her sword as answer to your sassiness, ready to end your life when the sound of a throat being dramatically cleared caught her attention.

You both looked to its source to see the tip of Carol’s sword under Lady Romanoff’s chin and the later had her hands held up in surrender. You shot Wanda a smirk. “Apparently we have a draw.” Since she too was holding the tip of her sword against your neck.

You failed in hearing her reply for your attention were caught by a flag wavering in the horizon, probably on top of a ship's mast in the harbor and you were way too familiar with that silver and green flag for your taste.

“Are you making deals with the Kree?” Your voice dripped disbelief “Are you out of your mind? Or just that dumb?” You heard a shuffling noise by your side, not needing to look to see that Carol was the source, she was restless.

Up until now, she’s haunted by the memories of the time she was held captive by the Kree during the war that earned you the nickname Young Lioness. That war taught you that some people are capable of anything to earn respect and seize power.

“Careful.” Wanda snarled at you. “You’re on the wrong side of the sword, idiot.” Others would have backed down, specially while losing so much blood, but you were a lioness. “And so is your lieutenant.”

You moved trying to find a comfortable position and spoke again. “Believe me, whatever the Kree are offering, it doesn’t worth the price, Maximoff.” She refused to look at you. “You don’t want your people to end up enslaved, you don’t want their blood on your hands, do you?”

“Stop talking, snake.” She pressed her sword a bit harder on your neck, and you felt it breaking your skin on the spot, but you stayed still, looking at her eyes. “I’m tired of your lies.” Suddenly, you felt tired. Tired of fighting this stupid war, tired of arguing, tired of keeping your eyes open and you just wanted her to shove her sword in your throat and get over with it. After all, she had you at her mercy, yet she hesitated.

“I’d drop your sword if I were you, Princess Maximoff.” Maria’s voice reached your ear, but you kept looking at Wanda’s eyes, seeing the distress behind it. “You’re surrounded and there is nowhere to go.” Maria tried once again, ever the reason’s voice.

You could see Wanda calculating the situation, if she let the swords down, she’d surrender, and to surrender meant she’d become a hostage. A very important hostage. However, you felt tiredness consuming your bones. “Let them go.” Your voice was low, but you knew Maria have heard you. Wanda’s eyes flashed with something that you failed in recognize.

“My Princess?” Carol inquired, visible uneased by your command. “Let them go.” You repeated, then turned to Wanda and nodded towards the road, speaking. “Take the horse and go.” The sword that once were on your neck, rapidly found its sheath.

Without a word or even sparing a glance at you, she walked away towards a horse with Romanoff on her heels. Maria’s face was everything you saw before darkness embraced you.

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Slowly, you start to drift into consciousness and blink at the sunlight that the shades failed to keep away. You try to move but grunts at the sharp aching on your side, you’re still healing after Wanda stabbed you three days ago.

You keep staring at the ceiling painting, at least the part that the wood frame from your bed would let you to. You always loved to look at this paint, for it always brought some sense of calmness, tranquility. But said tranquility was about to end if the sound of thundering steps were any indication that the Queen was back home.

“Recklessness!” Your doors are burst open, and an entourage walked into your room led by the Queen. “Utterly recklessness!” You winced at her screams and now that she stopped by the foot of your bed, you could see that she was angrier than you thought she’d be.

“That should be your name! And I never should’ve named you after a great queen in the past of Taharr.” She spat at you. “Care to explain why you refused to abide my orders?” She stressed the word my in a way that almost got you scared.

You sighed and took a breath before speaking. “Mother, I know you’re angry-” She leaned her hands on the wood frame that belonged to your bed. “Angry?” If looks could kill, you thought… “I am beyond angry, young lady. This is rage.” You averted your eyes from her, you couldn’t bear them anymore.

“For far less than what you did, I’d have your head hanging on the gates of Triskelion!” She pointed at you, and you gulped. “You didn’t just defy my orders, but you also encouraged others in doing so.” A dry laugh scaped her mouth. “You did it during war, during a battle, no less. That’s treason!”

You knew what you were doing when you send Sir Coulson back to the battle to report a lie, but it is true that you never thought she’d react like that, let alone to accuse you and your friends of treason. “If you want to punish, then you punish me. Me, alone.” You nodded towards Maria that was in the corner of your room. “They were following my orders.”

Maria was about to protest, but your mother lifted her hand signaling for her not to speak. “I know they were following you, that’s what they do. They are your subject and they’d sworn to protect you over their lives.” Her tone was hard.

“But that doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want. You’re a princess, not a mad dog after a fight.” Something about her words made you uneasy, but if there is something that you’re not, is coward. With the coldest tone, you spoke.

“I refuse to run and hide like a coward! And I’ll defy your commands every time you ask me to be one.” It was as if the air left the room entirely and you heard Loki clearing his throat right before he took a step closer to her and spoke.

“I think that what she meant was-” She never let him finish. “I know full well what your sister meant, Loki.” You knew you were one step away of going too far. Sure you were her daughter, but she was a Queen, after all. She has her duties.

You sighed, backing down. “Mother, I apologize for my harsh words, and I apologize for defying your orders.” Finally, you got up from your bed and walked towards her. “But as one of your Commanders, I thought that chasing down Maximoff’s lieutenants was worth the risk.”

“So, if you are going to accuse me as traitor, I’ll take it gladly, my queen. But I did what I thought was right, I followed my instincts. That’s what you taught me all these years.” She looked at you with a mix of anger and admiration.

“I did. But I’m still the Queen of Taharr and I must not be seen as weak or someone who can’t rule their own subjects.” Her voice was low, but the severity of her words and their meaning hit you like a scared horse. When calculating your moves, you never thought how it’d look.

It was as if her own people were trying to demoralize her commands and worse, encouraged by her own daughter, no less. Dropping to one knee in front of her, you spoke sincerely. “I apologize again, my queen. It was not my intention to undermine you.”

Smiling tenderly, she patted you on your face and helped you to get back on your feet. “I know.” Her eyes landed on your bandage protecting your injury. “Maria told me you lost a lot of blood.” You smiled at her; she was still a mother worried about her cub, after all.

“You worry to much, mother. Soon, it’ll be just another scar.” You spoke bravely but you felt as if the blade was still stuck on your flesh. “You know how ladies love scars.” She rolled her eyes at you and shook her head smiling softly.

“Is it clear on your head that if you get killed on those quest and adventures of yours, I will find a sorcerer to bring you back so I can kill you myself?” To a stranger her sentence could look like a joke, but you knew how serious she was. Everyone in this room knew. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” She clasped her hands, a tell tale that she was changing her topic. “Lady Rambeau already told me about the Kree situation. What do you think, Loki?” You saw the man straightening his posture to address to the queen. In this moment, he wasn’t her son, but her advisor.

“My Queen, those are very disturbing news. If Sokovia decides to associate with the Kree, then this war will get bloodier and far nastier.” You took a glance at Maria and her eyes were dark, sure remembering when she almost lost her wife.

Carol was sent to Taharr’s coast cities to investigate the rumors of abductions and entire villages disappearing and she never came back. A single soldier from her unit returned home informing that the Kree were taking people as slave. And Carol was taken as one.

These kidnaps were happening in the whole continent and when the word got spread, the Kings and Queens decided that it was time to join forces against a common enemy. Sokovia, protected by being an inland kingdom, didn’t suffer from abductions thus didn’t joined the war, probably why they don’t despise their ally like the rest of Noveria.

“Therefore, Wakanda’s reinforcements might not be effective alone. Perhaps, you should consider forming bonds with new allies.” It was true. The Kree were a nation in the far north on the continent and their numbers were always high. Somehow, there were always more soldiers to spare, known by their cruelty, like true barbarians.

You saw it firsthand few years ago on what became to be known as the Blue War, due their peculiar cold blue blood. When you close your eyes, you could still see the mixture of blue and red blood from the battlefields.

“Perchance, your friendship with King Talos might be of assistance, my queen?” Maria intervened. “Their second war against Jotunheim had a closure a while ago.” Calanthe nodded her head, signaling that she was listening and pondering about their words.

At the mention of Jotunheim, your eyes averted to the man standing beside you. While growing up, you have learned that Loki wasn’t your brother by blood, that’s why he couldn’t be King of Taharr since he’s older than you. When the first war between Skrull’s Realm and Jotunheim broke out, the young queen Calanthe, by the time, moved her troops to aid the Skrulls.

As an aftermath, and to ensure that Jotunheim would comply with the surrender agreements, an six-year-old Loki, a lesser prince in his lineage, was brought to Taharr as a hostage, but queen Calanthe raise him as her own child. Triskelion always loved him as a prince. And you loved him as a brother.

“Do you think Asgard will be something more than just a friendly neighbor to Sokovia?” The queen inquired and Loki clicked his tongue before answering. “While Prince Thor only wants a reason to drink and feast, King Odin is old and tired.”

“I believe that Asgard don’t want more trouble than they already have. Bearing in mind that they are dealing with Hydrarr’s militia and their occasional incursions on their north villages.” You wondered when King Johann, the fearsome Red Skull, would stop his assaults to his neighbors.

With a land deprived of resources and embargoed by all kingdoms on the continent, the only way they could acquire said resources was through trade with Bravos in Essos, but that involved a complicated route via land and sea.

Therefore, raids on nearby villages like those in the north of Asgard or in the north of Skrull was the easiest way, or cheaper. Hydrarr still pays the price for starting a nasty war with the Great Realm of Novi Grad and, after provoking or trying to entice others in doing the same, they were smashed without mercy. King Fury declared that everyone who traded or kept diplomatic relations with Hydrarr would be Novi Grad’s enemy for eternity and no one dared to test these words, even nowadays.

“What about Starksland?” You asked. “I’m afraid King Tony is inflexible on that matter, sister.” Loki promptly replied. “He said he wanted nothing to do with our feud, yes. But I’m sure no one wants Kree colors parading that far down the continent.” You spoke leaning on the wood post of your bed and Loki bowed his head, signaling that you had a fair point. “Hm… A diplomatic approach, perhaps?”

Queen Calanthe seemed to catch his idea, for she nodded her head and spoke with finality. “I’ll send a letter informing our visit. We’ll ride to Ultron Castle and share our apprehensions about a possible union between Kree and Sokovia, and how dangerous it could be.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Then King Tony will express his concerns to Maximoff and tell him that he is against such arrangement.” You looked around waiting to see if they were following your train of thought.

“And losing such an important friend is something that King Pietro cannot afford. Let alone to make another enemy.” Maria completed and the four of you nodded your heads in agreement. “Well, that sounds like a plan.” Loki said.

“Maria, gather the provisions and report when your unit is ready to march.” At Calanthe’s orders, Maria nodded and left the room after a measure. “You,” She pointed at you. “You better heal yourself if you want to join the tour. And Loki, help me with the letter, will you?” Without waiting a response, she fled the room.

He leaned and half whispered into your ear. “It’s astonishing that mother let you get away with that stunt that easy. I’m impressed, really.” You opened your mouth, but your mother beat you to it.

“I didn’t. Darling, one week sleeping in the dungeons, starting tonight.” She said without looking back. “And no intimate visits this time.”

“Guess I spoke too soon?” Loki added and you both laughed, of course the queen wouldn’t let you get away with it. Never.

Part 3

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shiraglassman · 3 years ago

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hello!!! i'm really interested in your books, they look super cool, but i was just wondering what the TWs/CWs are, if there are any? just bc i couldn't really find a clarification on the age range or anything and i'm a teenager.

Hi! That's a really good question and I wish I'd gone through and made more careful content warnings at some point. But I'll do my best from memory.

Knit One Girl Two has some swear words and mention of financial theft within a family. There is no sexual content.

Fearless has swear words and a mention of someone off-camera building an inappropriate snowman. There is no sexual content.

The short story "Your Name is Love" doesn't really have any content warnings other than Halleli is crying at one point about her parents having passed away, but her wife is right there to comfort her.

All of these are about adult women but have no physical content past kissing.

Those are the three that are in the K1G2 collection.

On to Mangoverse. The age range for these is a big question mark; they're usually called "teen friendly" but not YA because most of the main characters are in their 20's. There are brief scenes of sexuality in The Second Mango, Climbing the Date Palm, and A Harvest of Ripe Figs. However, The Olive Conspiracy has no sexual content and since the series was written to be all standalones about the same characters rather than one huge story I think it's perfectly reasonable to start there. There is, however, an emetophobia trigger warning in chapter 18 that you will be able to see telegraphed a mile away, since the MC has major food allergies and the flashback sequence takes place before she was diagnosed. Also someone is misgendered in the first chapter but the speaker is immediately corrected and it's fine for the rest of the book.

Other content warnings in the Mangoverse include mild homophobia that the characters always end up safe from, grief from losing loved ones, and not being believed about food allergies. If you are sensitive about fire I may want to privately give you some comforting spoilers behind the scenes, just ask. Also this is kind of a spoiler but TW for a controlling romantic relationship in Figs.

The Mangoverse has some short stories -- Tales from Perach -- and they're all super tame except for "Rivka in Port Saltspray", which has a TW for violence. I suppose "Aviva and the Aliens" should have tw: kidnapping and tw: giant sentient bugs too.

Despite most of the leading characters in Mangoverse being Jewish, there is no mention of antisemitism of any kind whatsoever. However, mild mentions of period-accurate antisemitism exist in Gifts of Spring, which is also mildly sexual.

There is a lot of sexual content in Cinnamon Blade, Lioness in Blue, Wet Nails, and Eitan's Chord so I'm gonna go ahead and call those adult. Lioness also has major TW's for both MC's having lost loved ones to cancer.

@chaotic-queer-disaster I hope this helps! Feel free to ask for clarification or more details if you need.

Readers, if you'd like to leave helpful additions in reblogs that is appreciated :)

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river--glass · 4 years ago

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Reylo Fic Recommendations: Monster Edition

In honor of Spooky Season, I wanted to make a list of fics in which one or both of them are more than human. Cryptids and creatures and monsters galore. (This one is for you, monsterfuckers.)

Demons

Count the Rings by Lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora). (E, Modern, 63K) When camping with her friends, Rey jokingly decides to marry a tree thats rumored to hold the spirit of a trapped man. Spoiler alert, the legends were true. Featuring accidental marriage, demon deals, and soft soft demon Ben. Sure there’s some angst and danger but this is mostly sweet and wonderful and Rey having dreams come true.

The Hand That Feeds by persimmone. (E, Victorian, 46K) Rey has managed to avoid unwanted male attention for thirty years, until the opening of a mysterious artifact burdens her with an accidental husband. Luckily, her new consort is not the average man. Or better, he's not... human. Featuring eldritch abomination Kylo who is so sweetly in awe and reverent of human Rey despite being powerful and older than the universe. And who also has... a tentacle form.

All The Ashes by neonheartbeat. (E, Modern, 37K) Rey, living in a terrible Brooklyn apartment and desperate to escape, posts a Craiglist ad as a half-joke seeking a marriage of convenience to just get the hell out of the country. It's unexpectedly answered by a mysterious Romanian count. Featuring soft monster Kylo, good friend Hux, and beauty and the beast elements. I loved this soft Kylo and thirsty Rey.

I Will Always Find You by kuresoto. (E, Modern, 24K) Featuring Lilith!Rey and Lucifer!Kylo. I love this. They fuck like monsters (and as monsters!) and Rey is the queen of hell and they're so viciously in love. Read It!!

Deliciously by @secretreylotrash. (E, Colonial, 18K) Puritan/Salem Witch Trials/The VVitch Inspired. Witches, demon Kylo, orgies, death... This was WILD.

The Devil’s Lucky Number by Avdal. (E, Modern, 10K) Pure smut. Demon Kylo shows up out of the blue for the sole purpose of making rey orgasm. It’s what she deserves.

The Devil You Know by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 10K) In which Ben finds out the hard way that he shouldn’t play with old magic. AKA, lucky bastard dumb college student Ben accidentally summons himself a succubus girlfriend.

The Demon Within Me by Avdal. (E, Modern, 8K) Shameless demon Kylo smut.

Come To Me In The Clearing And There We Shall Dance by QueenOfCarrotFlowers @leofgyth . (E, 1600′s, 5K) She had been hoping he would find her - her only friend. Kylo. She supposes he’s a demon, or a devil, or one of the heathen gods, but she's never worked up the nerve to ask him and he has not volunteered that information.

Proposal by AKyloDarkly. (E, 4K) Lilith!Rey and Lucifer!Kylo.

Mercy by bunilicious. (E, Victorian, 3K) A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde/Demon AU. AKA, Rey is thirsty for her demon husband and refuses to wait any longer.

Mothman/Mothlo

For Love of a Flame by thewayofthetrashcompactor. (E, Fantasy, 8K) The shadowy Order has advanced across the forest, bringing darkness in their wake. Rey is hungry and desperate, willing to face the Order themselves to steal back what they've taken from the land. What she finds there is not what she expects. Fairies/mothpeople! Weird! I’m into it!

Drawn to the Light of Your Burning Sorrows by Kyriadamorte. (M, Modern, 7K) Mothman Ben! Curious outcast Rey! This was the first mothlo fic I ever saw. Me when I saw this fic: Mothlo? Mothman Reylo?? God and Ryan Johnson have truly abandoned this fandom. Me after this fic: Mothman Kylo is the best boy and bring on the cryptids.

Macrolepidoptera by ceciliasheplin. (E, Modern, 3K) Rey runs after her Mothman to show him how much she loves him. Nothing like a 3K word fic that hits you in the feels at the same time that it’s giving you mothman smut filth. This fandom is magical.

Nature Spirits

Oh Autumn, Oh Teakettle, Oh Grace by diasterisms. (E, Modern, 31K) Ben Solo didn’t believe in dryads, until one snagged his coats and freed herself. She’s pure bliss and magic and he is captivated. If she has to go 2000 miles back to her tree, he might as well drive her there. Dryad Rey/smitten human Ben road trip! What a lovely fic!

Looking For a Breath of Life by Fighter_for_Solo. (T, Fantasy, 18K) Featuring Elf Prince Ben and human hunter Rey! A really delightful story.

I met you once — ( In a dream ) by persopilliankore. (E, Fantasy, 10K). Where Ben and Rey are soulmates and Ben is more than meets the eye.

Fearless by KyloTrashForever. (E, Fantasy, 6K) Featuring tree Ent Kylo and the softest tentacle porn you’ll ever read.

Sea Creatures. Mermaids, Selkies, OctaKylo, oh my!

Beyond the Veil by dachenbritta. (M, Modern, 40K). Deep within the waters of the Oregon coast, a lone mermaid longs for the man she's watched for years. Her wish of joining him comes true but comes at a cost. This was hilarious and emotional and such a great read.

Sirens by SageMcMage. (E, Fantasy, 21K) In which Merman Ben tries to woo Mermaid Rey by little gifts on her doorstep. Adorable!

Yn Beisht Kione by Melusine11 @hellomelusine . (E, Modern, 5K) They say a beast roams the sea. Protecting a treasure long hidden in the Headland's caves. Some say it is the soul of a man killed by pirates to protect that treasure. Sailors have been known to throw casks of rum at the beast in the hopes of placating it, so they don't get eaten and can pass in peace. Most people though, don't believe he exists, and Rey is about to find out how wrong they all are.

I Found You by Kyoloren. (T, Fantasy, 5K) In which scavenger mermaid Rey finds a strange black T-shaped object in her waters on Kef Bir and is determined to return it to its owner. Mermaid Rey!Cute little fish people soulmates!

Octopussy by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 5K) Three brothers at the beach plus one horny sea monster equals a lot of holes being filled. Smutty monster filth, no need to look for a deeper meaning than that. You like tentacle porn? Here ya go.

Live by the Sea, Love by the Tide by Twin_Kitten. (E, Fantasy, 4K) Rey and a few other mermaids escape the clutches of Unkar, and stumble into the territory of another pod of mermaids. Ben's pod. Soft caretaking mermaid Ben!

Where the Blue of the Sea Meets the Sky by HarpiaHarpyja @thisgarbagepicker . (T-E, Fantasy) A Short delightful little series featuring Selkie Ben and explorer Rey! I seriously cannot say enough good things about this author, do yourself a favor and go read EVERYTHING she’s ever written.

Tentacle Dick (that’s it that’s the plot)

Damnably Unbecoming by cuddlesome. (E, Canon-verse crack, 5K)

Froot (i've been saving all my summers for you) by kuresoto. (E, Canon-verse crack, 4K)

Vampires

In The Dark by KyloTrashForever. (E, Modern, 44K) A Dark Shadows AU!! It’s not “finished”, but it ends well where it is! Featuring vampire Ben who is very sorry about drinking blood and human Rey who is even thirstier than he is.

A Little Death (Goes a Long Way) by crossingwinter. (E, Modern, 23K) A Vampire & A/B/O AU. Weird and dark but I am here for it.

The Lioness by Lilia_ula. (E, Fantasy, 13K) Rey goes bravely to her death after being chosen as the village sacrifice, but upon meeting the beast things don’t go as planned. I love to see Reylo fics where they both revel in who they are and what they are together. Fascinating.

Beneath the Pale Moonlight by bunilicious. (E, Historical Recency, 15K) A fluffy fic about vampire Ben falling hard for Rey!

The Curious Case of the Aquarist and the Vanishing Walrus by radioactivesaltghoul. (T, Modern, 6K) Rey loves spending time in the walrus enclosure at the aquarium she works at.Ben is a vampire with an unusual ability. This is bizarre and wonderful and just such a fun read. I think about this fic daily.

Werewolves

we decided not to kill the wolves (we wanted to be wolves) by crossingwinter. (E, Fantasy, 32K) A pack of wolves lives in the woods to the north of Raddus and as winter looms, they have their eyes set on Leia Organa’s stronghold. Rey may be new to Raddus, but she’s not about to do nothing while it may be in danger. And besides, Poe must be exaggerating about wolves the size of bears. She’s not afraid of monsters.

Howl by monsterleadmehome. (E, modern, 2K) When Ben Solo is trying to earn Eagle Scout status, he spends a night alone in the woods. A chance encounter with a werewolf girl named Rey leaves an impression. Ten years later, he runs into her again and this time, they're all grown up.

#reylo #reylo fic rec #reylo fic recs #monster fucker #not even sorry #i use the term monsterfucker with nothing but love #we don't kink shame here #you want tentacles? I got tentacles #reylo monster fics

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chicagocityofclans · 4 years ago

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Amaria Crais → Kristin Kreuk → Cheetah

→ Basic Information

Age: 124

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: September 2nd

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Religion: Animism

→ Her Personality Amaria is the youngest of 11 children from a strong line of cheetah animal shifters. Amaria is highly altruistic, supportive, and resourceful towards her pack, but also towards those she serves in their community. Her personality is rather complex in nature as a result of the trauma witnessed during her time shifted in Africa. She exhibits a large range of characteristics. Amaria is patient, kind, caring, and compassionate, especially towards her packmates. However, she has trouble communicating her emotions to others directly, and often tries to hide them, especially towards those she cares for romantically.

Amaria shows difficulty handling her emotions, and often directs her energy into her work. By helping others as Pack Liaison, it gives her a way to avoid dealing with her issues in her personal life. This is largely rooted in the tragedy from her family and pack being hunted in their shifted forms while vacationing in Africa as a child; which also resulted in the death of her mother and a younger sibling. This traumatic event left Amaria emotionally fragile. Her toughness, courage, and fearlessness serve her well on the job as a Pack Liaison in pursuit of potential packmates, students and first line of contact for neighboring Cat packs. Amaria is able to maintain a calm and level head in these heated situations. She develops more character and personality as she grows.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Pack Liaison and 3rd of Clan Cat

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Hazelnuts and Open Spaces

Two Dislikes: Idleness and Needles

Two Fears: Failure and Inoculation

Two Hobbies: Jogging/Walking/Running and Self-Care

Three Positive Traits: Unselfish, Trusting, Outgoing

Three Negative Traits: Persistent, Perfectionist, Possessive

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Blake Crais (Father): Amaria was a daddy's girl, just like her sisters.

Hallie Crais (Mother): Amaria has always been close to her mother.

Sibling Names:

Hattie James nee Crais (Sister): Hattie was a second mom to Amaria. It was a family joke that Hattie was really her mother and that her parents were taking care of her because Hattie wasn’t ready. It was a bad joke, but Amaria believed it.

Blythe Leonard nee Crais (Sister): Blythe is the black sheep of the family and keeps her distance from them. She had left for college and started her own family by time Amaria was old enough to remember her. Blythe and Hattie are twins.

Molly Winchester nee Crais (Sister): Molly was like a third mom to her. Amaria isn’t surprised her sister is married with multiple cubs of her own now.

Saul Crais (Brother): Saul is her older brother who is much like their father, Blake. Amaria was born when he was well into his late 60s. Their relationship took off the older she got. Saul and Molly are twins.

Everett Crais (Brother): Everett died young and way before Amaria was born. She only knows him from pictures and stories told by her older siblings.

Landon Crais (Brother): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Landon and Amaria have little in common but keep in touch.

Elsia Crais (Sister): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are quintuplets. Amaria talked her into staying with her in Chicago. She considers Elsie her best friend. They are closer now that Hattie is married and starting her own family.

Hazel Crais (Sister): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Hazel has always been a wild child. She will disappear for months or years on end. When they were in Africa, Amaria enjoyed her company.

Henry Crais (Brother): Henry, Landon, Everett, Elsia and Hazel are the quintuplets. Henry was killed a few years ago by poachers. Amaria still mourns his death and her chance of getting to know him better.

Christian Crais (Brother): Her and Christian are the closest. He was born 2 years ahead of her. They grew up together.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Benjamin Miller (Ex-Boyfriend): Amaria and Ben dated for a year until things got too serious for Ben. He was not ready for a commitment or to have kids. Amaria avoided him for years but they have slowly begun to rebuild their friendship.

Roy Allen (Interest): Amaria has been interested in Roy for sometime. She wants to be his number one but with his previous relationships and daughter, Amaria is unsure how it will work out between them.

Platonic Connections:

Chris Bialar (Old Friend): Amaria has known Chris all of her life and even chose to follow him to the US when he chose to take over his own pack.

Greer Finley (Best Friend): Their friendship goes beyond helping each other move, girls night out and always being there for each other. Greer is more like Amaria’s platonic soulmate. They’re perfect matches when it comes to being friends.

Carter Bialar (Good Friend): Carter is the son Amaria has yet to have and the little brother she probably won’t ever get, all in one package.

Anahita Mishra (Friend): Amaria was the first member of the pack to meet and greet Anahita. They became friends pretty quickly and have stayed that way.

Malia Agyeman (Running Buddy): Amaria loves running with Malia because she is the only other member in their pack that can try to keep up with her.

Kayla Silvestre (Friendly): Amaria doesn’t mind Kayla’s attitude and outlook on life but admires that she is trying by seeing a psychiatrist.

Miles King (Good Friend): Amaria loves the Creole language and the Haitian culture. Within the pack house it is their secret language together. Amaria knows about his past, as pack liaison, but keeps it to herself.

Hostile Connections:

Chris Shaw (Dislike): Chris stalked her on multiple occasions in both human and animal form. It annoys Amaria to no point that everytime she tries to talk to him about it he denies it completely.

Pets:

None

→ History Amaria was born and raised in Southern Africa with her parents, Blake and Hallie Crais, and 10 older siblings. She was the youngest of 11 and fought for individuality from the rest of her siblings and the rest of the members of their pack. She graduated from Panthera Falls High School, the local private cat animal shifter school in 1910 at 16 years old, where she was taught reading, spelling, language (Afrikaans, English, Xhosa and Zulu), history, arithmetic, geography, penmanship and handwriting. Amaria always wanted to learn what the boys did but instead she was taught manners and how to walk like a lady. Only the males and lionesses were taught to hunt in shifted and human form and daily lives as a shifter in Africa. Even while shifted her siblings and packmates would be extremely upset or disappointed when she outran the males in their community. Girls weren’t supposed to be faster than those males that provided for them. Chris Bialar, the son of the alpha, was the only one that didn’t share their views and encouraged Amaria to be her own person. Chris even convinced her to follow her dreams which were to be like Blake, her father. He was the pack liaison, lawyer and second. However, since her parents were paying for her continuing education, they sent her to become a teacher, even though she had planned on attending college to become a lawyer like Blake. To further insult her they had shot down her request to be trained as a liaison and had planned to marry her off once she returned from getting her teaching degree.

On her first night back in Africa, she had car troubles after leaving the airport and heading to the grassland where their pack was vacationing in their shifted forms, her car broke down. Amaria called, getting her mother, Hallie and her brother, Henry to agree to run over since they were the fastest in their shifted forms. They were to lead her back to their location. Amaria regrets the call to this day. She was still waiting by her car when she heard a familiar sound of gun fire. Frozen, her heart drop to her feet when she heard a familiar growl that echoed the dryland around her. It didn’t take long for her to shift, without getting undressed, ripping everything off her in the process, and running towards the growing growling and ringing gun shots. Hallie was still breathing, in a pool of her own blood while being skinned by poachers. Her older brother, Henry was running in circles, clearly shot, trying to get back to their mother. While she rushed at the man standing over her mother, she heard the final blow that caught Henry right between the eyes, and her mother shifted back to human form having taken her last breath and losing control of her shift. Amaria still went for his neck but everyone else stood in shock at the two human bodies that laid in front of them that were once cheetahs. For the most part the poachers scrambled to their jeeps, but Amaria was faster and angrier. She blacked out. The minutes turned into hours then days. It was nearly a week when they found her deep in the savannah. She refused to change back as she mourned. She even lashed out at everyone that came near. She wasn’t ready to go home to a broken family, that was mainly her fault. Chris was the only one with a death wish and courage to approach her in human form and offer her comfort. Not that they’ll ever speak of it, but Amaria changed back in the middle of the night in his arms.

The tragedy of losing her mother and sibling was a factor behind Amaria ultimately moving away from home when Chris chose to become the alpha of his own pack and move to America. She couldn’t face her family or pack and it was killing her inside. The transition was hard, but they eventually made it to New York during the Italian immigration rush in the 1920s. As they waited for other pack members to join them, they had disguised themselves as Italians and moved across New York trying to find a place for themselves. It took about 8 months for everyone that promised they would join under Chris to arrive. Everyone had agreed that New York wasn’t the place for them to start a pack and they started towards the West. When they crossed into New Jersey they were met with endless rat and nimble hostiles nearly resulting in the death of one of their own. They quickly transitioned into Pennsylvania, where they found multiple lone cat animal shifters and persuaded them to join their nomadic pack. Their next stop was West Virginia which was already occupied by a friendly cat pack. They took them in for a few months and suggested that they try the Midwest states or migrate into Canada. It took another few months, picking up a few stragglers along the way, until they arrived in Chicago, Illinois. They initially were headed to the Minnesota-Canada border, but instead experienced a large culture shock. It was just like New York, but they absolutely loved Chicago. Amaria had never met Human Shifters or Vampires before and there they were living together in the same city. Together and with the local shifter council they made Chicago their new home. Chris also granted a dream of hers by making her their pack liaison. → The Present Currently Amaria, Greer, and Chris are having discussions with the Jackals to create a university catered especially to the supernatural community. Zack Harris brought the idea to them a few months ago and they’re hoping to start looking for locations soon. Amaria is looking forward to the prospects of the university and bringing in more wayward supernaturals across the globe. More so, of what it could mean about having more supernaturals enroll their children in supernatural run grade schools since a large majority of them are homeschooled.

#Amaria Crais #Taken

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ice---queen · 7 years ago

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Favorite Female Characters Meme

Rules: “List ten of your favorite female characters in different fandoms (I’m a rebel) and then tag ten people.”

I was tagged by the ever-wonderful @bunniesandbeheadings

In no particular order:

1. Captain Isabel Lovelace from Wolf 359. A badass space commander who is who she is because she’s spent so much time terrified and grieving and still manages to come out of it fiercely loyal and (mostly) selfless. All the women on this podcast are amazing, but Captain Lovelace is exactly my brand of wonderful character writing.

2. Alanna of Trebond from Tamora Pierce’s Song of the Lioness series. She knows what she wants and she doesn’t let anything get in her way. She’s sarcastic and fierce and loves people deeply and when I was a kid, she was the first character who felt like a real person to me. I could talk about her for days but I’ll just leave it at that.

3. Max from Black Sails. It’s so easy for people to write “strong” female characters by making them kick someone’s ass, but it’s such a relief to see a woman be strong because she knows how to run shit, she knows how to manipulate, and who to bribe, and how to get shit done. Also the whole “this character has been through all sorts of trauma and came out of it hurting but stronger” arc will never not be my favorite thing.

4. Joan Watson from Elementary. It’s an actually well-written modern Sherlock Holmes adaptation (at least, what I’ve seen of it so far). And it’s Lucy Liu. What more do you want?

5. Antigone Funn from Wooden Overcoats. The single greatest mortician in a one-mile radius, all she wants is to be left alone in her mortuary to practice her art. She’s an absolute mess and I love her. (sidenote - if you think a silly podcast about rival funeral homes and a bunch of morbid humor sounds entertaining, please go listen to Wooden Overcoats).

6. Ruth Jamieson from Fried Green Tomatoes. It’s incredibly close between her and Idgie, but today I love Ruth more. She is exactly the kind of person I aspire to be.

7. Minette Roland from the 1999 adaptation of The Scarlet Pimpernel. It’s so cheesy and she’s just over-the-top “evil”. The kind of character you love to hate, or just love, whatever. Guess it depends on how you feel about the French Revolution. Anyway, she’s unapologeticlly out for herself and I admire that.

8. Olivia Flaversham from The Great Mouse Detective (shhhhh, I know I already have a Sherlock Holmes thing on this list, it’s okay). She’s a naively-fearless, feisty young girl who doesn’t have time for mouse-Sherlock’s shit. This has been my go-to Disney movie forever, and she’s one of the main reasons for that.

9. Fanny Price from Mansfield Park. Hands-down my favorite Jane Austen story, vastly underrated. She’s the always-there-to-help, always-overlooked, ‘just wants to be loved but doesn’t think she ever will be’ character who is uncomfortably relatable. I wish I could give her a hug.

10. Mary from The Secret Garden. Another character who went through a lot of crap and ultimately got through it as a better person, another girl who was brushed off and ignored and just wanted to be loved and happy. Maybe this book just came to me at exactly the right time, but she’s always been a comfort to me, one of those “I’m not alone, someone else has felt all this too” situations.

Well, that was harder than I’d expected.

I’ll tag @camille-deadmoulins @breakfastautocrat @aenreth @ballroomdancingbuffy @nadiyahjones @maturiin @seagodofmagic @regshoe @doriengris @bbcphile (~~if any of you want to~~)

#long post #tag games

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ladycapuletwrites · 7 years ago

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Come Downs and New Clowns

I’m hiding in my room as I have to have a conversation with the bar manager about how early I can get out of my 14 day contract. I want to go to Ecuador with the boys but I'm in two minds about it.

That’s the next stop on the list.

I could stay, have a break, relax and chill out for a week and then go meet them, or I could leave earlier and get the party started over there. God, I don't even know where Montanita is, I’m just living for the people around me, and the boys, these beautiful men who have grown into a collective consciousness with me.

With Eloise’s arrival there has been news, and more people. She is one of the first imports from chilly Cusco to join the beach-side family. She gets a job the day after she arrives, and so does The Israeli Girls. I call them this because they deserve a title. I could call them The Wonder Women. And I could do that because I’m writing this is present tense, but in hindsight. So for now, they are The Israeli Girls. Or rather, four beautiful girls named Aviva, Noga, Yuval and Adi. They are the sunshiniest new employees to enter the bar and are more than fit to replace the boys. I’ve loved them from the moment they laughed and drank with abandon. But I still want to go with the boys. Safety in the fun I’ve been having, I feel like we’ve banded together. A band of Brothers.

I don't know if that's the cocaine talking, and to be honest there was a moment there last night where I knew I had a choice between doing it and not doing it. I was sitting on Rico's bed and Angel was waving at me from the window with a joint, and Rico sitting on the floor with a racked up computer, and I could have just smoked the joint but instead I racked the line and then smoked the joint because nothing says excess like excess. And this, the result. The Israelis have invited me to drink by the pool, but I’m sitting in my room thinking the fan is talking to me again. “Girl you a party animal”.

I feel so out of it today though that nothing makes any sense and I can't write my story cos my brain doesn't work properly. I used to get like this with meth comedowns, spend all these twilight hours looking up the long term effects of amphetamines and googling how long it takes you to get addicted just in case I was spiralling out of control.

Holly Whitaker says that if you're lying awake at a ridiculous hour questioning whether or not you have an addiction, you probably do. Cocaine is such a strange, persuasive drug. It delivers what it promises, but then you find yourself scattered to the wind the next day and questioning which parts of your thoughts are you and which parts are the cocaine. It's a strange come down, I've never had quite so much of an urge to smoke weed before, either. But the combination of cocaine and weed is not only hysterical but has a tendency to explore your propensity for creativity more. Either way, I still question if I have a problem.

My best friends’ email in my head every day, challenging me to access that other part of my personality that craves sobriety. But then, getting high is fucking fun. I think that's the problem with traveling and taking shit whilst doing that. There are no yesterday's on the road, if you feel like shit, you really can leave whenever you want.

Eloise brings news of the Cuzco crew with her when she arrives. Snir has removed more and more things from his diet in lieu of his alcoholism. First he was taking cocaine but didn't like the fact that it sobered him up, then he removed two meals from his day, and then, began just eating snacks instead of meals, and now he's at a point where he's refusing to drink water because he also believes that this sobers him up and interferes with his beer. I just see him in my mind, completely fucking insane. Angel says he saw Snir the first month and then a month and a half later, that he thought he was a broken man at that point. But it's been two and a half months now and Eloise told me a story about how she woke up at midday to the vision of Snir, naked and pole dancing on the outside tables, hugging a balustrade.

Shay got back from Cuzco and she said she saw this girl behind the bar who was completely fucked up and trying to serve drinks but her eyes kept rolling back into her head. I asked her what she looked like, showed her a picture of Stacey. That's the one.

Eloise tells me a story about an Irish guy that’s staying at the hostel now, married a Peruvian girl. This was an entrance into the insanity of Peruvians because we all agree that the bar manager, Michelle, is terrifying. Hence my hesitation to tell her I want to leave, and with the promise of frienships reignited, and female energy gained.

So this Irish guy, marries his Peruvian bride and is for some reason always staying at Loki Cuzco because he keeps getting kicked out of the house. After the latest glitter party he arrived home to find himself locked out of the house. He climbed through the window and she came at him then, baseball bat swinging, knocked him clean out. He awoke and she was screaming at him, she’d noticed the glitter on his face, that had been administered by one Eloise, and Miss Peru goes mental because she believes he’s been out cheating all night with a glitter clad whore. She proceeds to trash the house, and he runs right back to Loki, where he drinks himself into a stupor and passes out in the staff quarters.

The next day, he arrives home to find that Miss Peru has done thousands of dollars worth of damage and that the house is basically unlivable, so he comes back to Loki, after hearing that his wife has moved in with her sister and insists he fixes the house for being a lowly cheating scum bag.

He doesn’t, so now there is a house in Cusco that’s been abandoned because of a glitter party.

I ruminate on this, and decide that drinking with the Israelis is exactly what I need. I’ll save the chat with Michelle, The Peruvian bar manager, for tomorrow.

I head up to the top dorm, the one that I sleep in but don’t actually keep my stuff. I have one bed in the lower dorm that I’m supposed to stay in, and one bed in the top dorm that I sit in with the boys and wax lyrical about nothing whilst smoking on the balcony and sticking my head in a locker to intermittently snort lines. Speaking of which, I find Rico and Bruno, holding a rolled up note, poking their heads around the locker door.

“Well, you’re right on time”’ says Rico, handing me the note. “Girl you a party animal” I sing, and lean in.

Down at the bar, the girls have just come back from surfing. What the fuck is that. I’ve been here for over a week, which is more like a year in Loki time, and all I’ve found time for is, well, you already know. Aviva is sucking down on a slushie and comes up very close to my face.

“Hello Beautiful, I hear you like to do things in groups”.

Thanks Eloise.

Angel has already given me the lowdown. “Aviva the Conqueror”, were his slanted words. Every pretty girl in fifteen miles is charmed and bedded by this fearless mistress, and she is mildly intoxicating, standing so close, aware of her power, I start to think about the fact that there isn’t many things in the world more attractive than a woman aware of her own power, no matter what it is being used for. It’s exotic, foreign, and though it shouldn’t be, it feels taboo. The chained and trapped lioness released from her bonds, ready to claw your heart out. I liked her immediately.

The other three, wet from the surf, and Eloise perched on a stool smoking her cigarette with that finesse I could never bely, all beckon the boys and I over. It’s like a school disco on the third dance when finally, all parties move into the centre of the square.

“Wanna smoke a joint in the pirate ship?” Says Noga,

The Pirate Ship is an abandoned ship wreck that’s been painted brilliant colours about a kilometre down the beach.It’s fitting, and at the mention of “Pirate Ship” Ryan appears out of thin air. I’m buzzed from the coke and high from the weed so this all sounds like a splendid idea.

Our ragtag crew wander down into the sunset, watching the horses carrying awkward tourists along the shoreline. Take our flip flops off, but put them back on to climb into the ship, as it’s littered with glass shards.

Noga, slightly stoned, begins a story, about Yuval. She’s talking about Yuval coming out of anaesthetic. It goes as so many anaesthetic stories do; some freakish developmentally delayed demon takes over your friend and suddenly your friend is a mermaid and is missing teeth, and they’re in a ketamine-like fantasy world. Adi is absolutely wetting her pants laughing. She explains that it’s the first time she’s ever heard this story told in English.

We take a snap. Well, I take a snap, miss documenter, chaotic narrator and gonzo journalist. We are all standing happily and the sun is doing that thing that it does every night in Mancora, making pink cocaine streaks out of the sky and telling the future for our little beachside home. Smooth sailing, evermore.

***

We have to remember that I was mostly high when I was doing this, so recreating the story from fragmented experiences is the only forte allowed to me.

With that in mind, the next thing I remember is being in bed with Bruno and Adi.

Bruno and I make a bro pact that we won’t touch each other; it would be too weird, like sleeping with my cousin.

But we decide to share Adi as if she were a prize. I kiss her, then he kisses her. We all take our cloths off, and lay in bed with each other like sardines in a can, squashed either side. It gets awkward for Adi having to turn her head left and then right so I decide to go down on her. Only, the light is shining through the window and Rico is in the bed adjacent to us sniggering like a child. She can’t enjoy herself, and I’m, exhausted, and the light is hurting my eyes. It’s like that scene in Romeo and Juliet (The Baz one) where Leonardo is under the covers making grand gestures of love, except there are three of us under the covers and it is awkward, and this is all taking place in a dorm filled with people who are too high to sleep pretending that they are asleep. Well, everyone except Rico. I decide to leave the party, and get into the bed further down the dorm.

I slip uneasily into a jagged sleep, lulled by the sounds of Brunos bunk knocking against mine.

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“I know exactly what you guys were doing last night”, taunts Rico.

“Nah man, we were just sharing the catch” said Bruno, over our toasties, trademark cigarette hanging out his mouth.

“Didn’t touch each other, too weird.” I say.

“You know it’s our last day today Sare” says Angel.

“Yeah”, I say, pulling a cigarette out of Brunos packet to stave off the nausea.

“ My mate has come down from Montanita, his names James.”

And again, as if things happen by magic in this story, James appears, just as I hop behind the bar for my shift. He is cocky and very sure of himself, young and “bro” and Australian and I can tell why Rico likes him. I can also tell exactly why I won’t.

#southamerica #prose #non fiction #creative writing #writers

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