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augustghosts · 3 months

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Stewy Hosseini x female reader

A classic tale of fucking your ex at your friends wedding. We’ve all been there, I think.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ pls, minors will be blocked! Not proofread which is defo a warning, lmk if you spot anything ive missed. Smut. Oral f!recieving and protected pinv. Alcohol and drugs are mentioned slightly.

Little authors note sorry: Hey everyone i am actually alive lol. 5 months later i return writing for someone new… not out of character for me. I watched succession for the first time recently (late asf to the party i know) and i read some amazing stewy fics so i thought i’d add my piece because i’m obsessed with him. Sorry to all my tommy miller babes on here, i swear i tried writing for him again but my inspiration for tommy fics seems to have gotten lost. I really struggled when i tried finishing my half way done tommy series lol. But when i started writing this one it just floooowed and i finished it in like a few hours. Maybe my tommy love will come back someday but for now…. This. Hope someone out there enjoys lol <3

You’ve felt eyes on you all night. Everywhere you go you end up meeting his eyes across the room. Eveytime you look over at him, he’s already looking. He should be the one that's embarrassed, you’ve caught him looking at you multiple times, but you’re always the one who ends up looking away first and feeling your skin heat with the embarrassment of being caught. While he shamelessly stares at you over the rim of his glass, that awful fucking smirk gracing his lips and he watches you squirm. Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. And you almost hope he approaches you so you can tell him that.

Towards the end of the night he starts to close in, starts inching closer to you. He starts making conversation with the people around you, people at the bar next to you, and eventually your friends. Asking them how they are, how it’s been such a long time. Then, he finally gets to you. He takes his time looking you over before he speaks and you’re determined not to be the first one to talk, so you let him stare. Both of you standing in silence for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

“You look great.”

”Thanks.” Keeping it simple seems safe. You want to tell him he looks good too because fuck, he does. He always does. He notices your eyes drifting over his suit and tie and he chuckles.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Uhm,” He trails off - pretends to think. “I’m at a fucking wedding, and i’m enjoying myself.”

”Yeah?” You ask, he nods in agreement. The way his eyebrows raise tells you he’s still being sarcastic, still mocking you. “Watching my every move all night is how you enjoy yourself?”

“Actually, yes.” He confirms. “Watching you squirm all night was pretty fun.”

”I wasn’t.” You attempt to defend yourself, downing your drink. “I was just-“

“I’ll get you another.” He cuts you off, snatching your glass out of your hand - not even bothering to ask. You almost try to protest, but you don’t see the point. You know him too well, you know how stubborn he is, once he gets an idea it’s hard for him to let it go. If the idea he’s got tonight is paying for your drinks, then so be it - who were you to complain. You sit down on the stool next to you, watching as Stewy makes the bartender laugh as he orders your drinks. You're kind of pissed that you still can’t figure him out sometimes, you know him better than most people - maybe better than anyone, but he still confuses you. It has been a while since you last saw him, but you conclude that he hasn’t changed much.

When he comes back with your drinks he puts yours down in front of you and asks: “Still your favorite?”

You nod, kind of pissed that he got it right. You try to convince yourself that he didn’t actually remember that small detail. That he’s just been watching you order them all night during your staring competition.

“So, how’s your family?” You ask, cringing at how lame you sound. You just don’t want to let him start a conversation you don’t want to have.

He smiles, because he knows what you're doing. “They’re fine. I still don’t see them much, but they’re good.”

”You’re still too busy to see your family?” You joke.

“Mhm,” His smile almost looks genuine as you joke with each other. “I’m always busy.”

“Busy stealing people's money?”

He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you laugh as well. God, you don’t want to admit that you missed him. But everyone else just seems so boring after him, you’ve never found the same thing you’d had with him with anyone else.

“You never really understood business did you?” He laughs.

“I understand perfectly.”

“Sure,” He agrees. “I explained it to you enough times.”

“Yeah, and bored me to death.”

”Is that why you broke up with me?”

His question completely catches you off guard and you almost choke on your drink. You almost want to ask him if he purposefully said that while you were taking a sip, but you’re too busy trying to supress your coughing.

“Jesus, it was just a question.” Stewy laughs at you again, his warm hand coming to rest on your back as he watches you almost choke.

“Fuck you.” You say pointedly, after getting yourself back under control. ”You know why we broke up. Also, I broke up with you?”

”You did.”

“Stewy, it was amicable.”

“Was it?” His face goes serious again and you instantly miss the sound of his laugh. You just sigh, taking another sip of your drink. This was exactly the conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I thought you said you were enjoying yourself,” You say after a few moments of silence. “Don’t ruin it now.”

”I lied.” He says. “I always hated those two, I can't believe they actually got married.”

”Match made in hell.” You agree, both of you laugh softly again.

“You know I also lied earlier when I said you looked great.” He says, surprising you. You brace yourself for whatever joke he’s going to make about you, you shouldn't have pissed him off, he can get mean when he’s pissed off. It’s not his fault, it’s just his defense mechanism - but nevertheless you brace yourself for his comment - and he surprises you again by saying: “You look fucking incredible.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You opt for another sip of your drink instead and he watches you in amusement.

“I only came because I hoped you would be here,” He continued. You still can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, that damned smirk on his face makes you think he’s making fun of you, but those big brown eyes look so sincere.

“Stewy, stop.” You sigh.

“Come on, baby.” He murmurs, he leans forward in his chair and places his hand on your knee. The nickname makes you tense up. Makes a familiar heat spread through you. “Let me get you another drink and take you up to my room.”

Fuck. He’s fucking good at this, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to get you. You’re trying to think, but the alcohol and the way his thumb is rubbing your knee is clouding your mind. He waits patiently, watching as you look down at his hand and back up to his face. Your eyes stop at his lips before meeting his gaze.

“Alright,” You say, you swear you can actually see his eyes light up. “Go get me another drink and show me your room. Then I'll decide.”

“You got it.” He grins and practically jumps out of his seat. When he returns he holds out his hand to help you off your stool, the heels you decided to wear and the drinks weren’t a good match. He hands you your drink, although you don’t really want it now. His hand finds its place on the small of your back and a fire lights up somewhere inside of you. His touch feels so familiar - comforting. He leads you out of the bar and to the elevators. Punching in the right number before the doors close, leaving you both alone in the small space. It suddenly feels too quiet.

You want to touch him, but once again you don’t want to be the one to make the first move. You don't want him to know how desperate you are for him, although you think he already knows. He’s watching you in silence, his eyes dark and wanting. A look you’ve seen a million times before - a look that makes you excited. The elevator ride is short, Stewy isn’t the type to kiss you in an elevator, and you know that, so you’re not disappointed when the doors open and he hasn’t touched you or said a word.

He gestures for you to leave first, putting his hand on the door so they don’t close on you, or him. Some people would find this strange, the silence, but it’s a game you’ve both played with each other before. A game you both enjoy. He guides you to his room with a hand on your back, just like before. When he unlocks the door and opens it for you, you suppress a gasp. As usual, Stewy needs to have the best of the best. The bride and groom's room probably isn’t even this nice. They probably couldn’t afford it - Stewy can.

“Well?” His voice sounds from behind you.

“Hm?”

”What do you think? You said you would decide when you saw the room. Is it good enough for you?”

”Uhm,” You pretend to think as you set your drink down on the dresser, turning around to dramatically inspect the room. It earns a playful eye roll from Stewy. He knows what impresses you and he knows he already has you. He already had you down at the bar.

“I think it’s okay.” You conclude, turning to face him. He hums in sarcastic agreement, looking you up and down. He’s playing the game again, who is going to end it first. Who is going to lose. You don’t like losing, and neither does he. But honestly, haven’t you already lost? He has you in his room for christ sake. He has you standing in front of him, already dripping and all he’s done is touch your leg a little and look at you the right way. So you put aside your pride and step towards him, you bring your hands up to his cheeks and roughly bring his face down to your, finally connecting your lips.

His hands immediately find their home at your hips, pulling you tightly against him. The kiss immediately turns from an innocent kiss to a hungry and passionate one, his tongue dominating your mouth. You both know each other's bodies so well, there's no need for taking it slow or asking questions.

“Fuck, Stewy.” You sigh as he backs you towards the bed, gently setting you down and climbing over you. Kissing every inch of your skin.

“God, I missed that.” He groans, marveling over the way you sigh his name. “I missed you, baby. I can admit it. I want you so badly.”

You moan softly at his words, at the way his lips feel on your neck - at how right this feels. You had missed him too. He catches you off guard when he pulls away to ask, ”Have you been fucking other people?”

“Sorry?” You giggle, “Why are you asking me that now?”

”Have you?” He presses.

“I ju- maybe.” You stutter, already missing his lips.

”Maybe?”

”I know you’ve been fucking as well.” You accuse, suddenly defensive. You push yourself up onto your elbows, despite still being trapped underneath him.

“Yeah, I have.” He says coolly.

“So?” You ask, irritated. Why was he doing this?

“So, none of them were as good as you.” His words earn an eye roll from you. “Nothing can compare to this pussy.” He adds, his hand sliding down to roughly grip your thigh and bring it over his waist. Oh, shit. His half hard cock is pressing perfectly against your pussy in this new position, the material of your dress and his suit pants keeping you apart. “And, i bet none of those guys fucked you the way i do.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin, his other keeping him above you. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he asks, “Did they?”

“No.” You practically squeak. “None of them were like you. No one is like you, Stewy.”

You’re not even lying, after having sex with Stewy for so long nothing compared. You had gotten accustomed to a man who knew what he was doing, to a man who was generous in bed. You had gotten used to a man who could make you cum. No one had achieved that after him. Your answer obviously pleases him, he grins and leans down to kiss you again.

He ends the kiss and stands up leaving you spread out on the bed, you whine underneath him, chasing for more. He ignores you and slips off his suit jacket. He makes a show of undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his sleeves in order to push them up to his elbows. Fuck, he looks so good. You almost want to tell him, but you don;t need to. He can see the way you're watching him, that look in your eye. He knows what you look like when you’re turned on - and this is it. He grabs your thighs and pushes your dress up to your waist, getting a good look before sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder somewhere.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. I know what you need. I can’t wait to taste you.” He rambles as you whimper in anticipation, he presses a kiss to your ankle as he watches you buck your hips.

He has his mouth on you before you can respond. Just as you remember, he is painfully and infuriatingly good at it. He still eats pussy like it's his second nature. He still looks up at you through his gorgeous lashes as he traces your clit with his tongue. He has to hold back from grinning against you as you writhe and whimper. He groans as you sigh his name and run your hand through his hair. You remember how much you love it when he’s like this, when he's animalistic and loses his composure.

Your legs tighten around his head as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. It’s fucking embarassing how quickly you barrel towards your climax, but it has been a while. And no one else devours you like this, no one else is this good. You should have expected it. He recognizes it immediately, breaking away from you for a second to speak.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Stew.” You moan, your hands grabbing at his hair attempting to push him back down. He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he watches you.

“God, I love it when you beg for me.” He mumbles before diving back in, allowing you to push his head down and maneuver him.

"Please make me come," you groan, arching your back. “I'm so close, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, he continues to lap at you and work you though your orgasm as you come against his mouth. His beard delightfully scratches your sensitive skin, leaving behind a delicious burning feeling. He’s painfully hard now, after watching you come and hearing you moan his name. You begin to push at his head when you come down, usually he would tease you a little now, knowing how sensitive you are and make the most of it. But he’s so fucking desprate for you, he has been all night. He’s been dreaming about being inside of you for hours now.

He’s instantly on his feet, undoing his belt and undressing. You follow suit, weakly sitting up - doing the best your legs can do when they feel like jelly, you lift your dress over your head and throw it on the floor with his clothes. He’s climbing back on top of you, kissing you hungrily. His lips and chin are still wet with your juices and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me?” You ask breathlessly, fully prepared to submit to him- to do whatever he asks.

“Fuck,” He groans at your words, having to pause for a second. “Can you turn over for me?”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him one more time before turning over and crawling to the middle of the bed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and holding yourself up on your elbows, so your back is deliciously arched the way you know he likes. You grin as you hear him groan behind you, his hand petting your ass before he delivers a light slap to it. He steps away from you and you hear the rustling of a condom wrapper, did he have that in his fucking pocket? His words from earlier repeat in your head, ‘I only came because I hoped you would be here.’

“Plese fuck me, Stewy.” You moan softly, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I need you.”

”How bad?” He teases. The head of his cock is ever so slightly pressing against your entrance, he’s hardly holding back as he waits for your answer, pushing in slightly.

“So bad,” You sigh, pushing back on him so he slips easily inside of you. You both moan loudly, you love that he’s so loud and shameless in bed. He stays still once he’s bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please move. I need to be fucked properly, only you can do it.”

The sound he makes behind you is heavenly, you knew that would work. He pulls out of you before pushing back in slowly. He always does this, he starts slow and then builds up to a bruising pace. All you can do is whimper beneath him and beg for him to fuck you faster. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking well. Like you were fucking made for me.” His voice is deep and raw.

”I think I am,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gonna soak my cock?”

All you can do is furiously nod your head and moan beneath him, the sounds of your pussy squelching as he fucks you is almost embarassing. You don’t have time to think about it because he’s pulling out of you and gently flipping you over onto your back. He lifts your legs and rests his knees on the bed, throwing your feet over his shoulders and he leans over you. He guides his cock back into you and dives down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips in a messy kiss. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths, not minding when your teeth momentarily clack together.

“Come on gorgeous,” He groans, he’s breathless - pressing kisses to your face between his words. You can tell he’s close too. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me fucking have it.”

He feels you tighten around him as you come, his name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. Your hands tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. You look so beautiful, baby.” He talks you through it, still fucking you as you come around him.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Come inside of me, Stewy.”

You know he’s wearing a condom, but the dirty talk is hot. He thinks so too, because that's all it takes for him to come. His head is buried in your neck, his teeth biting into the soft skin under your ear. No doubt leaving a mark, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now all you can think about is how hot he sounds when he comes, you love that he isn’t quiet, that he isn’t afraid to groan your name into your neck.

He stays still for a second, lifting his head and kissing you - gently this time, before he pulls out. You rest for a minute while he discards the condom. You hear rustling and sniffing while he’s in the bathroom and you almost want to yell out to him - this is why we broke up. But you ignore it, getting up from the bed and breezing past him as he leaves the bathroom. You close the door behind you, taking the hotel robe off the back of the door and cleaning yourself up, doing what you need to do. You wonder if you should shower, but decide you should probably go back to your own room to do that.

When you leave the bathroom he’s sitting in the bed under the covers, the tv remote in his hand. Your dress and underwear have been picked up and folded on the chair beside the bed. It makes you smile, how can someone be so thoughtful but so selfish at the same time. That’s why you broke up, you need to keep reminding yourself.

“So, I guess I'm gonna go back to my own room.” You say as you gather your things. You’re on your way back to the bathroom with your clothes when he speaks up.

“Okay,” He says, respecting your decision. “Why?”

”Why?” You repeat, stopping your tracks. “Don’t you want me to go?”

”No. I want you to watch tv with me.”

”Seriously?” You laugh before you realize he’s being serious.

“Yeah, seriously.” His face is impassive, and hard to read. But you can’t resist those big brown eyes and you drop your clothes back onto the floor and slip into bed with him.

“Hey,” He whines as he looks at your dress. “I picked that up and folded it for you and you just threw it on the floor again.”

“Sorry, how rude of me.” You laugh at the mock pout on his face. You’ve sat pretty far away from him and he eyes the space between you.

“Come here.” He says lifting up his arm so you can cuddle into his side. God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should have left. But he smells good and this bed is so comfortable.

“Will you stay the night here?” He asks quietly

”I shouldn’t.” You sigh.

“I know.” He agrees.

Of course you end up staying the night, Stewy is very convincing. With his promise of round two and a warm shower in the morning, it’s hard to resist. He also promises an expensive breakfast after the shower, but he says, ‘only if you behave yourself.’ You spend the whole night talking and laughing with him. Not only is he the best fuck you’ve ever had, he’s also the funniest person on earth. He’s got the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen but he’s also the biggest assole you’ve ever met. He’s so confusing, but that night you decide that maybe taking a little more time to try and figure him out won’t be so bad - only time will tell.

#i couldnt think of a title btw so…. yea #im RUUSSTTYY i havent written in months lmao #apologies in advance i guess #if anyone even reads this lmao #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini x fem reader #stewy hosseini fan fiction #stewy hosseini smut #succession #succession fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #female reader #x reader

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closetsof-backlogged-dreams · 8 months

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opinions on morgwen

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDSJFH;DAJKSDJ

hot take of the day: morgwen, when looking at just the plot and its existing holes, actually makes more sense than merthur

ik!! ik!! outrageous. proposterous. INSANITY. but morgwen would actually ASSIST in fixing my biggest problem with the entire series, the biggest hole in morgana's very holey character arc: her hatred for arthur.

ive actually talked about this before, in this post:

"for example, when morgana began to hate arthur and want him dead and stuff—that development came out of nowhere. for the entire series up until that point, she had loved and cared for him. now, all of the sudden, she wants him dead?? now, it had made sense for uther. he had done terrible things to morgana and could very clearly see the line between her love and hate for him. you could to watch her tip-toe along it in real time until she began plotting his murder. that arc made sense. but arthur? there was no point where we saw arthur do anything that would make her hate him the way she did. he was just randomly lumped together with uther as another pendragon she had to kill to get the throne. but, again, it doesn't make sense! she never lumped them together. in the episode To Kill the King, morgana directly compares arthur and uther by telling him that, 'You're a better man than your father. Always were.' again, she never lumped them together! yet, later on, that's exactly what she does."

expanding on the beginning of that quote: in my opinion, this is what a character arc should look like: (and behold, the reason this ask took me a hundred years to answer... a CHART (made by moi))

^that is a very basic idea of a character arc, when a person starts one way and ends in another, all because of different inciting incidents forcing them to change. a slightly more complex version of this will look a little like this:

In this one, there is a very clear "Point B" where you can see that they've changed—that there is still more change to come, but that they have grown. this is how Morgana's character arc is shaped. in season two, you can very clearly see that Point B, and it's actually why it's my favorite season of Morgana's character development. season two showcases her gradual downfall as she struggles being a sorceress in the center of Camelot as Uther's own ward. everything you see her feel and struggle with feels very real.

season three is when it all starts to go awry. we obviously know that this is the season that she reaches that horrible Point C, when her character arc is complete and she turns into that wretched villainess we all know and love.

the issue with this is that there is a very important checklist-style of things she needs to believe in order to turn into this person:

✅find out about her magic

✅hate Uther

✅meet Morgause and believe in her goals

✅hate Arthur

i fully believe that she would not and could not change into the person she became without hating Arthur, because that was why she wanted to take the throne—she believed that both Pendragons couldn't be trusted to repeal the magic ban, and would continue the endless cycle of genocide. if she still cared about Arthur, still had faith in him, then she wouldn't have been so desperate to be crowned queen.

do i think that Morgana's faith in him was already wavering? absolutely. but i also believe that something HUGE had to happen to shatter her faith in him entirely. what could have been one of the best ways to do this?

eating away at her affections for him, slowly, with one or two issues before wiping out every good feeling she has ever felt for him with one big incident. how does morgwen tie into this, though?

it's simple: make arthur and gwen's relationship very obvious to morgana. force her to encounter it often. make her uncomfortable, because SHE loves gwen, has always loved gwen, and now her brother who spent years not even knowing who she was is supposedly in love with her?? that would be enough to eat away at anyone's affection for their brother. morgana wasn't stupid. she figured out their relationship very quickly, and was obviously disgusted with the idea. BUILD on that disgust. and then, once its obvious morgana is heart-wrenchingly jealous of arthur, make arthur do something stupid or harmful towards magic. shatter morgana's faith in him.

it would work so perfectly!! everything would fall into place!! all those weird plot holes surrounding morgana's downfall would make a million times more sense. imagine really only loving two people in the world: your best friend, your maidservant, the love of your life and your childhood friend, your ever-lasting nuisance, your brother. imagine them both falling in love while you can only watch helplessly. that's a perfect villian origin story, paired with uther's abuse, morgause's manipulation, and her own alienation from the people around her.

so, i know this was a lot, and took me a hundred million YEARS to respond to, but i'm literally so passionate about this its not even funny. if you want me to expand on anything or if you have any questions, please let me know!!! i love talking about this part of the show:)

#morgwen #merlin #bbcm #bbc merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #gwen merlin #gwen pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #uther pendragon

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redr0sewrites · 7 months

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Sub!Eris Vanserra Thoughts/Hcs

this maaannnnnn ive been brainrotting sub eris foreverrr im kinda tired and my writing is kinda mid recently but i had to write this

🥀Cw: smut, sub!eris, marking, begging, praise, degrading, oral (m receiving), overall filth, reader is gn and can be read as a strap or actual dick

Eris is such a brat, hes cocky and confident and most people would never suspect that hed ever submit

he doesn't relinquish control often, and you didn't think that was something he would ever be into until one night. you were riding him, and the both of you were sweaty and overstimulated with pleasure. His hips rutted up desperately, his arousal making his head hazy.

"ple- nghh, please mistress- it feels so good-" his pupils were blown out, hair tussled and chest heaving. He froze immediately, realizing what he had just said. You paused too, his words making you even more aroused then before

"you like that, little fox? like it when i make you beg?" eris doesnt meet your eyes, but you already know his answer

"if you want me to move again, you're going to have to ask nicely" his hips jerk up slightly, yet you force him back down, rolling your hips as a strained whine leaves his hips. Lets just say that it was quite an interesting night~

After that, Eris began to become more comfortable with being submissive

it definitely took some time for him to get used too, but he trusts you

love love LOVES when you tie him up, he wants to be completely at your mercy

pleASEEE praise him, this mf has the biggest praise kink. He needs to know how good he is, what a good job hes doing, how hes making you feel...

When you praise him, his eyes get glossy and his brain goes blissfully blank, he just need you so bad! he wants to be good for you, he really does

however, despite his love of praise, he can be a major brat....

eris will mercilessly tease you all in the hopes that you will rail him stupid, degrading him and biting deep hickeys into his firm shoulders as his knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets, eyes rolling in pleasure because its all so much, too much~

DEGRADE HIM‼️‼️‼️ SAY THE MEANEST SHIT TO HIM, PULL HIS HAIR AND BEND HIM IN HALF

has a reverse size kink, he LOOOVESSS if ur smaller than him yet still pin him down and restrain him. he adores it when you take control

sometimes, you tease him as well

say for example, hes very stressed doing his high lord duties- what better way to relieve his stress then sucking him off? crawling under his desk while hes working, he cant even focus from the overwhelming pleasure from your mouth around his cock. eris is biting his lip so hard it draws blood trying not to make a sound, yet soft whimpers keep slipping through. it only makes you more aroused, and one hand grips your hair roughly while the other clings to the desk, shaking with need as his eyes roll back

when hes angry, he adores it when your rough. fold him in half, his knees pressing up against his chest as you rail him senseless, your cock is so deep inside him, nudging his prostate so well and making his thoughts so fuzzy<3

overall, eris just loves it when you take control<333

i swear im trying to write more school is kicking my ass guyssss JAJSJSJ. IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED I FINISHED THIS THO- FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE ACOTAR REQS IVE BEEN HAVING A TOTAL ACOTAR BRAINROT!!! I HAVE MORE ERIS STUFF COMING ALONG WITH SOME AZRIEL STUFF ROTTING IN MY DRAFTS LMAO

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chvnnie · 2 years

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Ok I’ve been thinking about the changbin hips part in maniac and how he puts his non mic hand behind him so that theres no obstruction from the pelvis and how the move right after makes the whole thing look like hes fucking you from behind and then slaps your ass

Thats it ive just been dealing with that visual since the release and im a mess because daddy dom changbin has been wearing on me for a while

hi!!! so sorry this took so long - i’ve been extra busy lately but this honestly has eaten me ALIVE since you sent it and i’m SO GLAD I FINALLY GOT TO FINISH IT. I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY

Dress

seo changbin x reader

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: daddy dom!changbin, sub!reader, changbin’s thoughts are absolutely filthy, mentions of oral, teasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (come on. just don’t), tears, they both fuck each other dumb, breeding kink, god they’re so in love. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

a/n: my breeding kink has been through the roof lately and i’m making it everybody’s problem.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents seo changbin as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

It all started with a dress.

That stupid fucking dress.

It wasn’t like this dress was special, or even new. There was no reason for it to invoke such a reaction in Changbin, but it did.

When he saw you coming down the stairs in that white dress, the one with the puff sleeves and square neckline with a tie in the front, his heartbeat suddenly became very prominent in between his thighs. Changbin always thought you looked so pretty in it, but something about it tonight made his mind blank, unable to do anything but stare at you with a gaping mouth.

He didn’t have much time, nor the brain power, to consider why something you wore often had him feeling so primal, before you sat next to him on the couch. A hand resting on his knee, you leaned in and pressed a small kiss on the corner of his lip, lipgloss leaving a stain. On instinct, Changbin licked his lips to remove the gloss, and had to swallow the groan that threatened to release.

Strawberry. Fucking strawberry lipgloss that was shining under the cool light of the sitting room and made your lips look so delicious. His mind began to run with thoughts of how smooth they would feel against his, or how pretty they would look wrapped around his cock. The way the sticky texture of it would rub off on his shaft, feeling the skin tug as you bobbed your head up and down. Or the way it would look smeared across your face, mixed with drool and his cum after he finished all over your face.

Fuck, what were you doing to him?

You looked at your boyfriend, blinking with concern. “Everything alright, Binnie?”

Oh there you go again. Binnie. The way it rolled off your tongue would never not drive him insane. It just always sounded so good, especially when-

“Fine.” He responded, clearing his throat so you wouldn’t hear his voice waver. “You look stunning, honey.” Changbin leaned in, placing a small kiss on your hairline.

Add your scent to the list of things that were overwhelming him tonight. Clean linen mixed with the soft smell of roses and something that was purely you. God, it was incredible, the way you could do absolutely nothing and have Changbin slobbering all over you.

A smile graced your face, other hand reaching up to wipe the excess lipgloss off his lips. “You looked lost in your thoughts. Just wanted to make sure you were still here with me.”

He wasn’t. No, his mind was far, far away at the moment, imagining all the ways he wanted to take you tonight. Changbin gripped your wrist, keeping your hand on his face as he pressed a butterfly kiss to your thumb. You blushed at the action, letting your hand linger before slipping away.

The rest of the evening wasn’t any better. When he invited you on his family vacation, he didn’t think he’d be spending it chugging water at a nice restaurant to try and calm his body.

It was everything you did. The way you twisted the cloth napkin around your fingers during conversation, how you broke your bread off into tiny pieces before you took the bites, the way your skin would flush any time his parents spoke to you as if you two hadn’t been together for years at this point. Everything you did made resisting the urge to pick you up and throw you on the table harder.

Changbin didn’t know if he could contain himself much longer. Apparently, luck was on his side tonight. When the check came, his mother brought up their plans to grab ice cream and walk on the beach during sunset, extending the invitation to you and Changbin.

“I would love to, but I actually have a bit of a headache.” You answered before Changbin could even think of an excuse. “I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to pass.” You turned to your boyfriend, hand searching for his under the table. Finding it, you gave it a tight squeeze. “Don’t feel like you have to stay in because of me, Bin.”

Like he would even consider passing up an evening alone with you.

Upon entering the vacation home, it took Changbin forty five seconds to have you in your shared bedroom with the door locked, on all fours with your ass arched up, panties pulled down just enough to show off your dripping core.

Changbin kneeled behind you on the bed, fingers opening the lips of your pussy up to see more of you. He leaned in, licking a slow stripe down the center of your silt. Your thighs shook as he took his time, tasting every inch of you.

“So sweet, baby girl.” He blew on your core, the cool air making your skin goosebump. “I love the way you taste.”

You whined, pushing your hips back to feel more of his mouth on you.

Typically, he’d entertain your bratty actions, smiling as he put you back in your place. Tonight, however, after the way you riled him up, Changbin was having none of it.

The sound of his hand colliding with your right cheek echoed in the room. He spanked you again, this time with enough force to jolt you forward.

“Stay still or I won’t fuck you at all tonight.” Changbin growled, knowing it was a lie. Every second outside of your cunt was pure agony. “You don’t get to be needy tonight. You’ll take whatever I give you, and fucking thank me for it. Do you understand?”

His hand cupped your cheek, readying himself to spank you yet again if your response wasn’t to his satisfaction.

Instead, you turned your head, wide puppy eyes meeting his lust blown ones. “Yes, daddy. Thank you daddy.”

Changbin smirked, hand rubbing the handprint he left on you while the other was busy caressing your clit. “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”

A gasp fell from your lips, whimpers close behind it. “Yes, daddy.”

He hummed as he continued to slowly toy with your clit, enjoying the way you were already squirming from his touch. His thumb began to rub your entrance, teasing gently before shoving just the tip of it inside you. Your elbows gave out, now resting your cheek on your mattress as Changbin teased you.

“Daddy, please.” Your whines were so pathetic, but so pretty. Just like you. “Want your cock in me.”

“You do?” His coos were condescending, thumb fucking you at a snail’s pace. He wanted to continue on with his teasing, he truly did, but then he heard the way you sniffled when you whined, and Changbin decided that you, and his cock, had had enough. “You know daddy can never say no to you.”

A cry of relief left your mouth as Changbin moved away. Cock aligned with your heat, he pushed in slowly, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him going straight to his head. Once he was completely in you, only then did he pull out, hips moving in circles as he fucked you slowly.

Your hands gripped the comforter, moaning as he continued the circular movements. Something about the way he moved was making you melt, dissolving into nothing below him.

But it wasn’t enough. The movement of his hips was wonderful, letting you feel every inch of him and the way he stretched you out was divine. If only he would fuck you a little bit faster, a little bit harder-

You looked behind you. Changbin had both hands on your ass, spreading you open to watch. His was in a trance, eyes fixed on where the two of you met, teeth tugging his bottom lip in. He was gone, brain completely focused on how much he loved being buried inside you.

The best thing about Changbin is when he fucks you, he fucks you both dumb.

“Daddy?” You meekly whispered, making puppy eyes at him. He looked at you, taking in your expression and the tremble of your lip, little whines slipping through.

You didn’t need to say anything else.

He smiled wickedly, one hand moving off of your ass as the other held you steady. “Of course, I forgot.” The rotation of his hips stayed the same, but the pace changed suddenly, speeding up and ramming into you. “Baby needs daddy to fuck her like a whore.”

You threw your head back, moans turning into screams as Changbin fucked you harder. His thrusts, while fast and rough, were calm and thorough. He wanted you to feel every inch of him, wanted you to feel just as good as he did.

“You’re so-“ hard thrust “-fucking-“ even harder “-filthy, baby.” He accentuated the last bit with a firm smack on your behind, the hit making your body vibrate. “Just having my cock is never enough, huh? Always need more and more of me.” The next sentence fell from his lips without much thought, but after Changbin said it, he felt his entire body shiver, goosebumps covering every bit of exposed skin.

“Just won’t stop until daddy fucks a baby into you, will you? Fine then, fucking take it.”

Changbin pulled out of you, and before you could protest, he flipped you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders and slammed his cock inside you. His thrusts were harder this time, nails digging into your hips as he held you still. Your hands grabbed his hair, pulling him down for a kiss.

He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t fucking stop until he was sure you were so full of him that you were leaking. Never have your kisses tasted so good, never have you squeezed him so tight, never have you made Changbin so fucking dumb, he was surprised he had any brain function left.

A particularly hard thrust made you break the kiss, head thrown back as you cried out for him.

“Bin-bin. I-“ you could barely speak, the sensations overwhelming you. “Ba-Baby been good? Baby cum?”

Changbin stared at you, and found himself lost. Your smeared lipgloss. Your mascara stained cheeks. Your wide, empty eyes that were staring into his. The scent of roses and taste of strawberries warming him up and make him melt.

He was never really sure love existed, not to this extent at least, until he met you. Until he fell for you. Maybe that’s why a simple dress made Changbin so insane - because it was you who wore it, and there was no one he would rather be with, no one he would rather spend his life with or do everything with other than you.

It’s always been you. It will always be you.

Changbin slowed down slightly, hand coming up to cup your face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, the softest smile painting his face. “Baby’s been so good for daddy.” He whispered, voice shaking with his impending orgasm and the tears filling his eyes. The kiss he pressed on your nose was so sweet, so gentle that it made you cry. You were as broken as Changbin was. “Please look at me. Look at me while we cum together. I want to remember how pretty you look when I give you my babies.”

You did look at him. Neither of you even dared to blink as you both reached your climax, Changbin pumping into you well after he emptied out. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.

He pulled his softening cock out, you wincing at the sudden emptiness. Exhaustion took over and Changbin fell on top of you, resting his head on your collar bones. The two of you laid there in silence, listening to the sounds of each other’s breaths and heartbeats.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer until his body was completely pressed against yours. “I love you, Changbin.” You whispered so soft, so gently that the words threatened to evaporate in the air.

It was then that Changbin began to cry. Body shaking, hot tears pooling on the shoulder of your dress, he sobbed into you.

A love this pure shouldn’t exist. It was too innocent for this world, for anyone to feel, let alone him. But you chose him; you loved him like that, even if he didn’t deserve it. Your love for him was so untainted, so spotless and perfect. He wasn’t worthy of it, and never thought he would be, but he would spend all of eternity trying to be a man worthy of your love.

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thegayhimbo · 11 days

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Ranking The Stranger Things Tie-Ins:

Now that I've finished the reviews (for the time being), I wanted to do a ranking of all the tie-in comics, graphic novels, and books. Originally, I was just going to do a Top 5 Best and Worst List, but I figured it would be more fun to make a complete list of all the tie-ins while also giving my brief thoughts on each one (especially for those who don't want to read my lengthy reviews). Please note this is all in good fun and just my personal opinion, which can be subjected to change.

Also, this list will NOT include any of the show's episodes, video games, tabletop games, children's tie-in books, the Choose Your Own Adventure book, the Stranger Things Experience, or the stage play The First Shadow.

With that out of the way, let's begin in order from Worst to Best:

#26: Stranger Things Summer Special (See Review Here)

I never cared for Powell and Callahan as characters. They barely have anything to do with the show's main arc, they're NOT funny, and the "bumbling cop" trope is something I've grown tired of in recent years.

The premise of this short, where both of them are conveniently present at key events during season 3 in their lousy pursuit of being "good cops," all the while having constant near-misses with the Upside Down, the Flayed, and the Meat Flayer, is a repetitive joke that quickly grows old. That's not even getting into the huge continuity errors plaguing the short and creating a bunch of plot-holes. Completely unnecessary. Hard pass.

#25: Stranger Things The Bully (See Review Here)

This only ranks slightly higher than Summer Special because I like the artwork better, and it doesn't mess up the show's continuity like the previous comic did. However, that's all this really has going for it.

For whatever reason, they decided to make an entire graphic novel focusing on Troy and James (the bullies from season 1), and all I could think about while reading it is "This is a huge waste of time." I already didn't like Troy to begin with, this comic does NOTHING to improve my opinion of him, and considering that neither James nor Troy have appeared on the show since (and probably aren't coming back for season 5), I don't see what the point of this story was. This paragraph from my review sums it up best:

#24: Stranger Things x TMNT Crossover (See Review Here)

I'm sure there are fans who enjoyed this bizarre trip while embracing its absurdness and surrealism, but I am not one of them. I like TMNT and I like Stranger Things, but I draw the line at saying both properties exist in the same universe. That's not even getting into the haphazard attempts by the writers to make this comic canon with the show. Knowing the Duffer Brothers, that's likely not going to happen.

#23: Stranger Things Tales From Hawkins (See Review Here)

The idea of doing an anthology comic focusing on Hawkins residents was intriguing, but the end result was disappointing. They should have broadened their horizons regarding which characters to focus on, and not just set the stories exclusively in the first 2 seasons.

Murray's story (Issue #2) and the Pumpkin Patch Rivalry (Issue #4) are arguably the best ones. The rest are either forgettable or derivative.

#22: Stranger Things Six (See Review Here)

My first venture into Stranger Things comics. I've come a long way since then! :)

I remember looking forward to this particular comic to learn more about Hawkins Lab, Dr. Brenner, Project MKUltra, and the special kids............only to feel underwhelmed when I actually read it. I wanted to like Francine/Six, but I didn't find her interesting or compelling as a character, and the attempts to include other aspects of the show's lore (i.e. The Upside Down, Terry Ives, El and Kali, etc) felt shoehorned. Combined with the direction season 4 went, and it's a safe bet to say this comic is NOT canon (if it ever was).

#21: Stranger Things Suspicious Minds (See Review Here)

Suspicious Minds ranks slightly higher that Six for doing a better job fleshing out the experiments that were taking place at Hawkins Lab, as well as giving more details about Kali, Terry Ives, the test subjects, and El's biological father Andrew. It helps that Brenner is a threatening presence in this book, and that the narrative excels in maintaining suspense.

However, similar to Six, the events of season 4 render most of this book non-canon. That's not even getting into a major continuity error regarding El's date of birth that sticks out like a sore thumb.

Suspicious Minds serves as a cautionary reminder that if you're a creator and you've planned out a major twist for your show, then you either need to have a direct hands-on approach to how tie-ins are written and approved, or you need to be willing to share that twist with those you've hired to write tie-ins for the universe you're managing.

In any case, it is PAINFULLY CLEAR the Duffer Brothers didn't share information about Henry/One/Vecna with Gwenda Bond when she worte this book (or Paul Dichter for that matter when he helped oversee its development), and boy does it show in the final product. 😖

#20: Stranger Things Kamchatka (See Review Here)

Another example of a comic where the premise sounds intriguing, but they squander it on characters who aren't going to play a role on the show while also giving very little (and in some cases, contradictory) information about the show's lore.

While I liked the darker tone, the Cold War setting, and the spy thriller aspects, the characters didn't do much to impress me, and I was also frustrated by the lack of canon characters (Hopper, Dmitiri, Yuri, etc) who could have been in this comic and weren't. It's not bad, but it is mediocre when it didn't need to be.

#19: Stranger Things Into The Fire (See Review Here)

A sequel that improves on its predecessor (Stranger Things Six). While the comic likely isn't canon for the same reasons Six isn't, I appreciated the personal stakes this time around, I loved the creepy gothic aesthetic they did with Jamie/Nine's hallucinations, and it was nice to see Kali utilized in this story in a meaningful way. Here's hoping the Duffer Brothers wise up and bring Kali back for season 5 because she deserves so much better!

#18: Stranger Things Creature Feature (See Review Here)

One aspect of Season 4 that was disappointing was how little we got to see of the family dynamic with El and the Byers once they moved. It's hinted at, but not explored deeply. Creature Feature dives a little more into that, as well as El's struggles with PTSD, and gives a nice heartwarming scene between El, Jonathan, and Will towards the end that makes the short stand out.

However, the one-shot comic is sadly brief, and it may leave people frustrated about why they didn't go for a longer comic/graphic novel about El and the Byers adjusting to life in Lenora. I would've been interested in seeing that!

#17: Stranger Things The Game Master (See Review Here)

A one-shot comic where we get to see Steve and Nancy back together after the events of season 1 while also getting a surprisingly sweet interaction between Steve and Mike that isn't them griping with one another. I don't care much for Steve and Nancy's relationship, but I did like their attempts to help Mike feel better after El's apparent death. That was enough to elevate this short.

#16: Stranger Things Erica's Quest (See Review Here)

Not a fan of the artwork, but I was happy to witness the Scoop's Troop back together again. I also love how this short confirms Steve has played D&D before, which gives context to that scene in S4 when Dustin calls Steve asking him to be a substitute player in Eddie's D&D campaign.

#15: Stranger Things The Voyage (See Review Here)

Major improvement on Stranger Things Kamchatka. It's highly doubtful the show will include any mention of this comic (though if the Duffer Brothers decide to bring back the Russian arc for S5, I hope they incorporate Dr. Karine as the main antagonist), but the story is scary, suspenseful, and has the kind of gruesomeness you'd expect from an R-Rated horror film.

#14: Stranger Things Darkness On The Edge Of Town (See Reviews Here)

Having grown up reading a lot of murder mysteries, I have a soft spot for the genre. Hearing that Hopper's backstory involved him tracking down a deranged serial killer in New York City back in the 70s while also dealing with a dangerous cult was enough to get me on board with this book.

This novel isn't perfect, but it makes up for its shortcomings in creative ways. Hopper's backstory with the NYPD is fascinating, the story's focus on issues related to poverty, crime, mental health, law enforcement, and societal woes works well (even if they drop the ball towards the end), Hopper's interactions with El in the present are a highlight, and the narrative is effective in keeping the reader invested.

#13: Stranger Things Erica The Great (See Review Here)

A light-hearted graphic novel that bridges Erica's arc between seasons 3 and 4 while expanding on her growth as a character and development as a D&D play. It was cool seeing Erica's friends get their day in the limelight (one of whom might be making an appearance in S5), and the story has enough funny moments to keep the reader entertained.

#12: Stranger Things Flight Of Icarus (See Review Here)

I know fan reaction towards this book was cold when it was first announced, and I'll admit parts of it were hard to read given we all know how Eddie's story ends. I'm not a fan of media that teases false hope to the audience, only to cruelly yank it away.

That being said, I will go to bat for this book: It's well-written, and does a good job expanding on Eddie's character and his relationships with others (Wayne, Al Munson, Jason, etc). I also appreciate the book's themes regarding "forced conformity," and its scathing criticisms towards individuals and institutions (school teachers, law enforcement, students, residents, etc) who scapegoat and punish people like Eddie for existing while allowing (or in some cases, enabling) truly vile people to get away with being vicious and cruel towards "acceptable targets."

Considering how certain individuals on Tumblr and varying social media platforms have been treating others for the past few months, this book couldn't have come during a more relevant time.

#11: Stranger Things Halloween Special (See Review Here)

A delightful Halloween comic taking place before season 1 which centers around the Party telling an urban legend about the Child Eater of Hawkins, which coincidentally has eerie parallels to Vecna. Creepy artwork, an unsettling atmosphere, and a fun twist at the end! :)

#10: Stranger Things Hawkins Horrors (See Review Here)

Same deal as the Halloween Special, except it takes place between Seasons 3 and 4, and features multiple horror stories told by Steve, Robin, Nancy, Max, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, and Mike while they're all trapped in the Video Store during a power outage. The stories are scary and reminiscent of horror anthologies like Tales from the Crypt and Goosebumps, and some of them even cheekily foreshadow certain events that occur in season 4.

#9: Stranger Things Runaway Max (See Reviews Here)

Like Flight of Icarus, this book is hard to read, albeit for a different reason: I don't enjoy stories with characters trapped in abusive situations, and this book does not pull its punches in depicting the utter hell Max suffered through living with both Neil and Billy.

That being said, I grew to have a new appreciation for Max's character because of this book, and I liked seeing her backstory, her perspective on the events of season 2, and her thoughts about the characters she interacts with. I loved seeing her relationship with Lucas develop, I liked her brief interactions with Steve, and there was a satisfying payoff in her standing up to Billy and finally regaining some control over her life. If you love Max's character, this book is for you!

#8: Stranger Things Winter Special (See Review Here)

The closest Stranger Things will ever have for a Christmas Special (not counting the endings of the first two season finales). So many little details (i.e. the way the Party explains different Christmas stories to El and how she visualizes them, the revelation about what happened to the demodog in Joyce's fridge, etc) that make this an enjoyable read.

#7: Stranger Things Lucas On The Line (See Review Here)

One thing I will say for the tie-ins is that I appreciate how they expand the perspectives of characters from the show. Such is the case with Lucas on the Line. It takes place between seasons 3 and 4, and explores Lucas's attempts to come to terms with his trauma, the growing rift between himself and Max, his attempts to balance his strained relationships with his friends and his desire to play basketball and break out of the "nerd" stereotype, and it gives a very brutal but effective portrait of what it's like for Lucas to be one of the few black kids in Hawkins constantly surrounded by people who are either outwardly racist or project their biases and prejudices in truly insidious ways.

There are two reasons I'm not ranking this novel as highly even though it's a fan-favorite: 1.) There are continuity errors that took me out of certain moments while reading it, and 2.) The third act (which is when S4 begins) does a clumsy job tying in with the rest of the book and its themes. I really wish the book had continued with Lucas's story up to the end of S4 instead of stopping halfway through.

#6: Stranger Things The Other Side (See Review Here)

I always wanted to know what was going on with Will in season 1 when he was taken to the Upside Down. This comic thankfully elaborates on that and doesn't disappoint. Will's journey to survive is both intense and terrifying, and the way the comic seamlessly connects itself with the events of season 1 is to be applauded.

I have no clue what the Duffer Brothers plan to reveal in season 5 about the Upside Down and why time froze in 1983 when Will was taken, but considering they talked with the writers and artists for this comic and gave their stamp of approval, I'm hopeful the events of The Other Side won't be retconned.

#5: Stranger Things Science Camp (See Review Here)

Who knew that when Dustin went to Science Camp, he walked right into a Friday the 13th movie? 😂

Don't want to spoil too much about this one, but I had a blast reading it. Dustin's perspective is always entertaining, the comic works as a brilliant introduction for Suzie, and the mystery plaguing the camp is genuinely interesting and has a good twist. High recommendation.

#4: Stranger Things Zombie Boys (See Review Here)

I'm still bitter that the character of Joey Kim never made an appearance on the show despite the camaraderie he had with the Party, as well as how he gave the boys some catharsis from all the shit they were put through in season 1.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed the premise of the Party making a zombie movie, and I appreciated how it handled the characters' trauma without being patronizing. The artwork was also impressive and beautiful to look at. Here's hoping we get more comics and graphic novels like this in the future!

#3: Stranger Things Tomb Of Ybwen (See Review Here)

At its core, the comic manages to explore an aspect that wasn't given much coverage on the show: Will's reaction to Bob's death and his attempts to come to terms with it. All of which culminates in a quest Will undertakes when he finds a map from Bob that (allegedly) leads to an ancient Viking treasure buried in Hawkins.

I don't want to give too much away in terms of spoilers, but the story is both emotional, sad, and heartwarming, and it does an excellent job reinforcing the friendship between all 4 boys while also demonstrating the impact Bob had on Will's life.

#2: Stranger Things and Dungeons and Dragons (See Review Here)

Speaking as someone who's occasionally crafted various fantasy scenarios in my head to cope with the stresses of life, this comic was deeply relatable. The show never shied away from emphasizing the importance of D&D to these characters, and this comic expands on that by illustrating why they became interested in D&D in the first place, how they've used D&D to cope with living in Hawkins, how the events of the first 3 seasons factor into how they play D&D, and how the game evolved with them as they continued to get older. It's like the piece of media from your childhood that stays with you as an adult. Arguably the best comic in the series (so far).

#1: Stranger Things Rebel Robin (See Reviews Here)

My favorite book and tie-in of the series. Speaking as someone who's gay, this story spoke to me on a personal level, and there were a lot of parallels I was drawing between Robin's experiences in high school and my own: The fear of being outed and ostracized. The desire to break free and explore the world. Recognizing the injustices that exist in society and wishing you could do something about them. Getting a nasty dose of reality that people you thought you could trust aren't reliable, and may even be more awful than you anticipated. Been there, done that, still dealing with some aspects of it.

It's funny because even if you take out the plot elements relating to the Upside Down, you still get a great coming-of-age story, and one that speaks to many people, LGBT+ or otherwise.

That concludes the ranking and reviews for right now! Thank you again for those who've been reading them! :)

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volivolition · 30 days

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Ok, ok, rank all the skills from your favorite to least.

You can do this two ways:

* just a big tierlist with all of them (can also include the funky ones [limbic system, ancient reptilian brain and tie])

* or 4 tierlistes with all the types separated

(You can choose what you like more)

Good luck >:]c

OH THIS IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE IVE HAD THIS TIERLIST READY FOR A WEEK NOW HAKJSH <33

it must be said that i love all of them, even the ones on lower tiers. they're all so lovable in their own ways <33

limbic and reptilian brain are both in the blue tier after half light! and the tie would be in a space between yellow and green called "you are funny but im just not a tie kinda guy" hkjhg

EDIT: NOTES ON PLACEMENTS BELOW THE CUT!!

purple heart 💜 means ive got the gist down for their character study chapter in Swept Up (AKA i understand them a little better) and blue heart 💙 means i have a design for them. both of these boost them a bit hkjgh <3

Shivers, my city, my beloved of all time, La Revacholiere... what can't i say about her. she's everything actually. the world who loves you. the world can be saved. you can save her. Shivers!!! I adore you!!!!! 💜💙

EMPATHY!! My chosen signature skill! i have very high empathy and it is hell and empathy also struggles with that and imjgkjh hugs him. hugs him. you can be masc and sensitive and kind and loving, me handshake empathy. I love understanding people, i love you empathy you're so cool and im writing a whole ass fic about you. 💜💙

Volition. of course. if i said everything i loved about him we'd be here a LOOONG time. i love you "boring" skill, i love that you want to keep me alive, i love that you made a holy vow to keep harry alive, i love your poignant quotes and your silly quotes and everything you say ever and i love knights and protectors and imgnkjhf. YOU ARE WHY IT'S BEEN 0 DAYS WITHOUT ME CRYING OVER THE SKILLS!!!! dude you are so dear to me, i wish i could hug you, i am never going to be normal about you, there's a reason i named my blog after you hkjh 💜💙

Electrochemistry!! if he wasn't in besties, he would be in "You are so fucking funny" but i do adore him... im used to being called a "smol innocent uwu bean pure cinnamon roll aroace" YOU KNOW THE TYPE, and writing echem has let me write silly stupid pick up lines and inappropriate jokes that im constantly withholding. you are. so tragic funny, your lines make me laugh and then i'll sit and stare at a wall when i think about you too hard. i KNOW you can heal my guy im kissing you directly on the forehead 💜💙

Perception!!! HONESTLY perception could go into the besties category, i LOVE it, but i think friends suits it better. that's my senses and im very fond of it. guy who tells me what i see!! 💜💙

Esprit De Corps :]!! im very fond of getting to hear what the precinct is up to, and also what kim is thinking! Esprit is very community focused to me. 💜

Inland Empire! ohh my guy you say the darnedest things!! you're so interesting. used to be a skill i knew how to write for but like... i forgot?? somehow?? dude where'd you go come back??? i need to research him and write his character study so i can GET HIM AGAIN!! dude i love the words you say... 💙

Interfacing, THIS GUY!! love this guy. just a little tinkerer, prefers machines over people because he knows how they work. helps us get closer to kim! he's a sweetie... 💜💙

Reaction Speed! GUY JUST GOES FAST, catch what you miss, fast reflex fella!! reaction speed you're so fun, go swoosh for real...

Hand/Eye Coordination!! dude you are funny, i love that he just wants to throw things and catch things and shoot guns. very endeared by him hkjddh 💜💙

COMPOSURE YOU ARE INTEGRAL AND ALSO FUNNY. masking king and i LOVE characters who are really good at being the serious straightman of the group but are actually really silly and hide their emotions well, composure you are a queen and i love you. 💜💙

Drama!! ough. my liege, let's lie for fun. WHY?? WHAT?? YOU'RE SO FUNNY WHAT???? your whimsy is beautiful, ive always wanted to be a theater kid 💜

Savoir Faire!! you're SO COOL LITTLE GUY YOU'RE SO FUNNY AND SUAVE. i think you're so amusing savvy you're dear to me. DEAR TO ME!!!!

Pain Threshold! dude what is wrong with you (affectionate). thank you for helping me through pain, and your over-masochistic tendencies are extremely amusing to me. dude what is WRONG with you (endeared) 💜💙

Physical Instrument, THE COACH HIMSELF!! god dude, you almost went into the Threatening tier but no, no, you're too funny. i think you're so amusing, why do you SAY THINGS like that dude hkjgh. guy who wants us to jog and lift weights and hit things and is fucking hilarious about it?? i headcanon him as keeping most of the gym teacher memories, so he's good with kids... 💜

Suggestion!! dude you have some WILD ASS suggestions and i love you for it hkjhg

Encyclopedia is up here because of skillsposting i WILL NOT LIE, otherwise he'd be with the rest of the intellect skills hkjfh but also ency is so goddamn funny, i love your infodumps dude, i love that you just say random shit? the pop quiz and the contact mike... dude you're just. what!! (affectionate) i love the fucking shit you remember dude. sorry i just added 50 new words to swept up about him hkjhg 💜💙

Visual Calculus, this is my friend who can make cool light projections and i am FOND OF THEM, i think they're neat!!

Conceptualization, artiste extraordinaire, i ENJOY YOU!! i really like my design for xim, but im still working on her characterization. i love artists. i feel like she wants to see the beauty in things... i appreciate xer :] 💜💙

Logic, pretty neutral about this guy actually, but i do love a skill who tries to get everyone on track hskjsh 💜💙?

Rhetoric! im glad you help us talk good dude!! but you are so very argumentative and im bad at confrontation hkjdh i love communism though, you're so right for that 💜?💙?

Horrific Necktie! my guy please don't choke us and also you are a little too wild for me!! your suggestions are not what i want to do hakjhs but you're amusing and i like you.

Authority! dude, dude, i HATE confrontation nooooo hhkjh!!!! please don't make me exercise my position as a cop noOOOO!!! but i do love you though, you're in charge of some VERY important checks and you're very amusing.

HALF LIGHT ACTUALLY, we're switching her higher because i somehow forgot endurance is misogynistic and fascist?? hkgjh DIVERSITY WIN!! half light will kill everyone equally and we love him for this. like, i will not do your suggestions because i would rather not kill people, also you are very threatening and confrontational, but thank you for looking out for me?? i made a design for her and i think shes so interesting. shes very scared all the time and is not having a good time and i understand little one i get it :'] i will wrap you in blankets (you will burn them and thats okay) 💜💙

Endurance, my guy PLEASSEEEE get better ideology, but you're part of health gang squad and also want harry to live and you remind me of an older sibling who feels like he has to be the strong one while everyone else is weak, so you can stand in the way and protect the ones who can't take a blow. you will endure it... smiles sadly at him... 💙

Limbic System and Ancient Reptilian Brain!! i do love you, i promise, but the voice in my head that tells me i should sleep forever and never wake up has spoken to me for a long time and IM NOT LISTENING ANYMORE!!! we gotta live, little guys. there's a life worth living, worth waking up for. i know it's hard, little guys, but there's a future for us, i promise. also, lovely singing both of you!!

ough. in general i love all the skills. they all want what's best for harry but each of their definitions of "what's best for harry" skew wildly from "live a quiet, normal life" to "learn everything and infodump it to everyone" to "do every drug ever and then drink a whole bar's worth of liquor so you can get dopamine" to "go back to being a gym teacher!" to "FUCKING KILL EVERYONE YOU'RE NOT SAFE HERE" to "it's better in the dark isn't it? where you don't have to worry?" and im trying to understand all of their motives. i do love all of them. skills fan forever and ever <3333

OKAY THATS ALL THANKS FOR READING o7!!

#volta transmissions #hAHSKJH I HAD THIS. READY <33 i hope you are ready for an ask back because i wanna see your faves too <3!!!#volta do mar is actually up there with besties if we count her hkjhg i love you volta do mar... i have many thoughts about you.#kinetic dressage is with ''my friends'' if they count too. ough. kim skills :]!!#task: swept up

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swearyshera · 8 months

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Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em. A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.

Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion. You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project. Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you. Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this. Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.

Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.

I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.

The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.

I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)

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sinnohsiblings · 8 months

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There was a taste of Anxiety and Annoyance in the air as Galadriel stepped through the threshold door of her room and the rest of the palace. Why her father decided now of all times to throw one of his stupid snobby parties was beyond her. She turned to face Zephyr who walked out after her and adjusted his metal tie.

"Why did you decide shaping your sword into a tie was the best course of action? Wouldn't it be a bitch to get off if you needed it?" Galadriel smirked with a raised brow.

"Its a clip on. I may have to dress up for this event as your guest Gal, but even I'm not wearing an actual tie for you or Lord Abbadon," Zepher huffed "Besides it means if I needed its easily accessable incase things go to hell. And considering alcohol is involved, lets be honest, Lady Gloria and Lord Konai will be at eachothers throats."

"You are here as my guest not my body guard. Leave it to the rest of the legion who are acrually on duty today to handle them. Buuuuut......who do you think will take the first swing? Land or sea?"

"Why do you ask? Obviously Gloria. Gloria always swings first!"

The two chuckled as they made their way through the upper corridor past the Library where from the upper balcony they could see guests arriving. Galadriel eyeing her father from where he stood to greet his guests of honor.

"Presenting the Lord and Lady of the life cycle to the palace of Arkantus! Lord Xavier and Lady Yvette!" A meloetta's voice range through the entrance, and it continued to introduce guests as they arrived.

"Presenting the Lord and Lady of the dreamscape! Lord Casey and Lady Diva!"

"Galadriel you tooth pick bitch, how are ya?!" Diva called from the floor below as she ditched her brother to run up the stairs. Followed by Yvette who was not going to run in her heals or dress.

Galadriel noticed the eyeroll and pointed glare her father gave at the behavior, though he said nothing.

"Oh I'm marvelous outside of having to attend this stupid meet and greet. I plan to get so drunk they'll need a crane to move my ass back to my realm." Galadriel snickered.

Diva turned to look at Zephyr, "How bout you fairy man? How much you plan on drinking before we loose your lighweight ass to wine."

"Hmm well ive been properly hydrated and ate proper meals today so....i give it 3 glasses of wine before I'm tapped out."

"Thats more than the last party. You and Xavier could barely handle two!" Yvette chimed in.

"I've been working on my tolerance to drinks as a fairy type." He said with a slight wag of his tail while watching the guests arrive as the girls next to him gossiped.

"Presenting the Lords and Lady of the Earth, Sea and Sky! Lord Rayu, Lady Gloria, And Lord Konai!"

"Ooooo your father really did invite every god from our realm didnt he??" Diva sneered, "Better keep an aye on me guys cause Imma try and jump Gloria's bones!"

"You havent even had a drink yet and you're already acting like this?" Zephyr chuffed.

"I'm a simple woman Zephyr. I see a big muscular woman who could break me in half with her thighs and I cant help tell myself. Its called having taste not that you'd know, goodest boi!" Diva proclaimed rather loudly again earning Galadriel pointed eye contact from her father.

"Welp! I think we best get down to the party before father comes up here to strangle you, himself." Galadriel smiled and made her way down the stairs towards the event hall with her group in tow.

The group only paused when they heard the meloetta announce, "Presenting her Royal Elegance! The Guilded Moon, Mother of Creation, Lady Narcissia Arkansus!"

"Oh looks like your mother managed to get the night off and come over!" Yvette chimed as she saw Abbadon make his way over to his wife to kiss hello.

"Good she'll keep dad very busy which means we can have all the fun we want! He'll be two busy making up 300 years worth of built up affection to block the fun!" Galadriel exclaimed as they entered the dance hall where her brother and sister were both already convercing with guests.

"Lets just try and survive the night with no fights." Zephyr smirked.

THE CAST OF SINNOHSIBLINGS IS NOW FULLY AVAILABLE FOR BALL ASKS.

Diva and Yvette are also open for asks!

#sinsibgala #galadrielgiratina #zephyrzacian #abbadonarceus #narcissalunala #parisapalkia #dagondialga #yvetteyveltal #divadarkrai #cursedcrush

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ftmwtch · 1 year

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Some Texan Folklore, Remedies, & other Superstitions

I'm unsure if these are strictly Texan specific, or if they may even be something only my small town does, but figured I'd share some of the stuff I heard growing up in South Texas

chewin' tobacco juice for insect stings, mainly bee, wasp, fire ant, and scorpion - its meant to draw the sting out. mud also works in a pinch

aloe or vinegar for sunburns

teaspoon of honey with lemon for a cough

for a cold, a shot (or glass) of whiskey with sugar and lemon. ive also heard it be used for aches, pains, curing a toothache, and ensuring a good nights sleep

biting into a pepper or taking a shot of hotsauce to clear stuffed sinuses

sea salt and a few drops of hot sauce into warm water to gargle for a sore throat

prickly pear juice for ulcers or an upset stomach, and a prickly pear poultice for sores or burns

sweet tea to cool you down and keep you hydrated, and a glass on the porch during sunset is said to be a sure fire way to ease stress or loneliness (a swig of bourbon is sometimes added on rough or celebratory nights)

a glass of buttermilk will cool you down when your overheating or settle an upset stomach

oatmeal bath for poison oak, ivy, etc

a pinch of baking soda in your pitcher is said to give you sweeter sweet tea

dont point at a grave - your finger will rot and fall off

when visiting a graveyard turn your pockets inside out so no spirits can hitch a ride home in your pants

brass cowbells get hung around cows necks to keep them producing milk so its believed ringing them can attract good luck as well

if your ears are ringing, it means someone is talking about you

to make an incoming storm miss your property, stick an axe in the ground - its said to split the cloud

a ring around the moon means bad weather is coming

a buzzards shadow crossing you brings bad luck

Horsehair rope to keep rattlesnakes away. I mainly hear this one about camping and keeping it tied outside your tent to ward them off, but I've known a few older folk who tie it to their bedposts year round

a rightside up (U) horseshoe above your door brings good luck to you and your family and wards away evil. if you hang it upside down or it falls upside down, all your luck is said to have fallen out. its luckier too if you spit on it before hanging it up

dont camp or walk by a river at night, and if you hear a womans cries coming from the river, dont investigate, as most rivers tend to have a vengeful spirit that wants company

Be wary of letting your kids roam during canicula - or the "dog days"/the hottest days of summer - and adults should be vigilant too. It's mainly to do with the heat, but I've also heard this time of year is when fatigue, fevers, and bad luck haunts your step, as well as tales of a serpent who preys on children during this time

A redheaded woodpecker pecking on your roof means a death will happen in your family. I've also heard this said for when a bird flies inside your home

Don't wear your hat backwards, set it on your bed, or set it brimside down - all of the luck will spill out. Setting it on your bed may even bring death upon you or your loved ones. Set it upside down (if you can't hang it up) to keep all your luck inside (I think this one is primarily for cowboy hats, but I've seen most people set their baseball caps upside down too)

tamales are made and eaten at Christmas to represent family coming together

Rain is coming if all your cows lay down in the field, or if spiders, flies, or spiders come into your home

Plant your root vegetables during a new moon and your leafy vegetables during a full moon, both at night, for a better harvest

if your horses mane or tail is in knots, they were visited by fairies (the horses hair tangles because fairies are said to use it as reins to ride the horse). its best to leave the lil riders some milk and honey as thanks for exercising your horse

when you kill a snake, you have to bury its head seperate from the body or either the spirit of the snake will come back for revenge or all of its snake friends will retaliate

An itching right palm will shake a new hand (a new friend or acquaintance will be made) while an itching left palm means money is coming your way

buy a new broom when you move houses for a clean start. bringing your old broom with you will bring all your old problems and bad luck

Salt thrown over your right shoulder stops bad luck (and salt thrown over your left doubles bad luck)

Knocking on wood unjinxes you or wards off evil spirits

Toads and crickets in your garden mean good luck is coming your way

when its sunny and raining at the same time, my family said it meant the devil was kissing his wife, but others also said it meant the devil was beating his wife

Open your windows when it rains so negative energy will leave and the positive energy of the rain will come in

its unlucky to wear yellow

always shave before a competition, job interview, or first date - its said that youre cleaning up to impress Lady Luck

dont eat chicken on new years or before a competition - its unlucky

never buy boots secondhand - youll get all of the old owners troubles

stepping in manure is said to bring you good fortune, especially if your boots are new

black eyed peas and cornbread on new years eve for good luck and greens (either cabbage or collard greens) for wealth in the new year

Have you heard of any of these? Does your family know of or do any of them? Feel free to add any other ones you might know!

#southern folk magic #did not realize most of the ones i know focus mainly on luck #might ask my parents for any others i might have forgotten #folk magic #witchcraft #texas witchcraft #texas folk magic #i know of some others but theyre focus more heavily on cattle or ranching or farming #or some werent really folktales so much as common sense folk sayins #southern witchcraft #texas witch #witch #magic #superstitions #witchblr

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jen-with-a-pen · 2 years

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Honeysuckle ❀ IV

SERIES ❀ PREVIOUS ❀ NEXT

summary: You and Bucky are getting ready for another one of Stark's Signature Events when Bucky finds out his outfit has been sabotaged. Accident or not, pink just might be his color after all.

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, embarrassed Bucky, the color pink, sam didn't mean it he was just fucking around, outfit descriptions for reader but little to no mention of body description, fluff and closeness and light touching and slight ✨feelings✨

word count: 1.68k

original a/n: yes this was inspired by the pink met gala look. no i will not be taking further questions. also, just like the other parts of Honeysuckle, this is standalone in this lovely little universe i've managed to create. love u all as always ♥ edit a/n: going back through this one was a delight :3 i like seeing how my writing has grown exponentially since first writing these idiots ♥

a/n 04/2024: hi! i have gone through and rewritten and reformatted a few parts in the fic in order to make it flow better and to ensure it has all-inclusive language in it (this was one of my first fics in the fandom and was not as educated as i am now.) if there are any mistakes, please feel free to DM me and kindly let me know :)

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Read this fic HERE on ao3! - coming soon to ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

“Bucky, we’re gonna be late!” You called from your perch on the couch. You finally secured the bracelet you’d been struggling with for five minutes when a loud groan answered from behind the cracked bathroom door, followed by a painful, “Goddamnit!”

You jumped as Bucky’s voice shook his apartment. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved to the door, muttered cursing and muffled thuds coming from behind it, freezing when Bucky called your name before you could grab the door handle.

“Uh, yeah, Buck?” You swallowed, nervous, thinking of ways to navigate his tone. You’d never heard him talk like this before. Ever.

Bucky cursed again. “Gah–fuck me– could you go ‘n get Sam?” The icy undertones of his request sent a chill down your spine.

“Wh– Buck, we gotta get going, why would you want–”

“Now, Honey.”

His demand came stronger than you expected, sending you reeling back from the door. You blinked. He sighed immediately after he checked himself, frustrated, uttering another curse under his breath before trying again.

“Now, Honey, please?” His voice softened, granted there was still an edge to it. You paused, even more confused as to why he wanted Sam, of all people, right this fucking second. The gala was starting in twenty minutes and you were already running behind.

“I– Yes.”

A quiet ‘thank you’ followed you out into the hallway as you made a bee-line for Sam’s quarters. Heel clicks echoed off the tile floor, bouncing off the walls as you quickened your pace, stopping abruptly at Sam’s quarters. You pounded on the door, calling out his name. No response.

“Sam Wilson, get out here, damnit!” You yelled, fists readied for another swing at the door. Just before making contact, the door flew open, revealing one Sam Wilson with a brow cocked and busy hands looping a wine-red tie around his popped collar.

“Damn, Honeysuckle, didn’t know you were capable of using such language,” he tisked. You rolled your eyes.

“Sam, Bucky needs you,” you spat out. Sam paused, brow dropping while a dismissive smirk plastered his face. He didn’t believe you. And, honestly, who would?

Sam scoffs a laugh. “Why? Does he need help oiling his gears?”

He stifled a chuckle but you weren’t in any mood to laugh. You instead lunged, yanking him out into the hallway with you, slamming the door shut. He instantly dropped the act.

“Will you just shut the fuck up and come with me?” You demanded through gritted teeth. For all you knew, Bucky could be suffering from another panic attack. Alone. The mere thought of that made your heart hammer harder. And if being late and Sam’s thick skull hadn’t already pissed you off, that sure as hell did.

“Okay, alright, I’m comin’.” Sam nodded, following you down the hallway, still fiddling with his tie.

“He’s in there,” you said, pointing to the bathroom door as the two of you entered Bucky’s quarters. Sam led the way, gently knocking on the door.

“Bucky? It’s me, can I come in?”

Not a word was uttered as the door cracked open slowly and a metal-plated arm jutted out, yanking Sam into the bathroom before quickly slamming it closed. You flinched, the small living room settling into silence as you stood outside the bathroom, hands fidgeting with the glittery fabric of your dress. It felt like ages of nothing but incoherent, hushed conversation coming from the other side of the door. At your wit’s end, you were about to yell break the door down yourself when Sam started cackling at the top of his lungs.

Now you were really confused.

“Honey!” He managed to call between howls. “Get in here!”

You hesitated. Gripping the handle, you cautiously pushed the door open to a scene that was the last thing you could have possibly imagined.

Sam stood by the sink, bent over in stitches while tears brimmed his eyes in futile attempts at trying– and failing– to stop laughing. His suit jacket wrinkled at the waist as he jutted an arm out from his stomach, bracing himself on the countertop.

“Sam what the fuck–!” you began to scold him, turning your head to Bucky.

Your jaw dropped.

The hulking ex-hitman stood against the opposite wall with his head bent to the floor, loose strands of hair falling from his slicked-back ponytail. His arms crossed over his chest, failing to cover the source of Sam’s outburst: his bright pink dress shirt. And it wasn’t like a typical white-shirt-got-in-with-the-reds-type pink. No, his shirt was as if a flamingo colored itself with a highlighter and then rolled in cotton candy. Bucky’s face was close to matching the hue perfectly as Sam continued to holler over the bathroom sink.

“Oh! Oh, Bucky,” you cooed, voice wavering as you bit back a smile. You stepped toward him, placing your hands on his sulking shoulders. He dared not to look up from his staring contest with the floor as his face became even more flushed at your touch.

“Hey, Buck,” you coaxed as you gently lifted his chin with a finger, “look at me will ya?”

He sighed, relenting, finally meeting your stare. Baby blues beamed right through you as he held your gaze with sad, puppy-dog eyes you couldn’t resist looking away from.

“How did this even happen?” You questioned him, and Sam, looking between them.

“I asked Sam for help doing my own laundry,” Bucky groaned, “and he told me to just throw everything in. Even the reds ‘n whites.”

“Sam!” You whipped around, shooting daggers as your grip tightened on Bucky’s shoulders.

“What? He asked, I helped!” he defended. “Didn’t think he’d actually take me seriously!” Sam wiped away a tear as he caught his breath, smoothing out his suit. Utterly speechless at the minimal amount of brain cells Sam apparently possessed, and empathetic to Bucky’s situation and sweet, sweet naivety, you sighed as thoughts raced to think of ways to remedy the situation so you all could at least show up by the end of cocktail hour because you really fucking needed a drink.

You looked to Bucky, chewing your lip, searching his features for an answer. Then it hit you.

“Wait here,” you ordered, “both of you.” You pointed to Sam as you made way to the elevator in the hallway as fast as your heels could carry you. Once on your floor, you sprinted into your apartment, hurrying to your closet in search of the dress you remembered immediately dismissing when Wanda was helping you choose what to wear for that night. Something you’d never be caught wearing ever, especially at such a public event. With cameras. And strangers.

Do it for Bucky, do it for Bucky, do it for Bucky.

You stripped your old dress off, leaving it on the floor of your closet as you wiggled yourself into the 'eye sore of the century’– your words, in contrast to Wanda’s literal heart eyes when you’d tried it on– and prayed to anything holy that this would make Bucky feel better.

You raced out the door and back into the elevator, hoping F.R.I.D.A.Y. was the only one to see you. So far.

“Man, hey,” Sam nodded to Bucky, who still refused to look him in the eye. Sam rolled his eyes, heart filling with just a tad bit of guilt for messing with him.

“Buck–”

“Don’t call me Buck.”

“Okay, you know what? I’m sorry. There, ya happy?”

Bucky grunted in response, shifting his weight as he continued to analyze the tiled flooring.

“Bucky, c’mon, I–” Sam stopped mid-sentence, interrupted as the bathroom door whipped open, revealing you standing in the threshold. Your arms crossed over your chest holding a black suit jacket. A bubblegum pink midi dress complete with a multitude of sequins hugged you as you waited for Bucky to notice. Sam sure as hell did.

“Bucky– Honey– Woah.” Sam straightened, adjusting his tie and buttoning his jacket.

Sam’s reaction snapped Bucky out of his trance. His eyes skimmed from the floor to your heels, eyes growing wider and wider as he made his way up to meet your sharp gaze. Without hesitation, you cocked a hip and threw the jacket at him. He caught it, confused, bewildered, utterly mesmerized. Still clueless, however, he looked down at it then back at you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d be drooling.

“C’mon Buck, get dressed or we won’t make it in time for cocktail hour,” you huffed, tapping at an imaginary wristwatch.

Bucky gulped. A deer in headlights.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the biggest grin breaking out on Sam’s face. Without another word, he placed a quick peck on your cheek and snuck past you, closing the door. Finally, Bucky seemed to snap back to reality and did as you asked. He swung the jacket over his broad shoulders, adjusting the cuffs and moving to the mirror. You stepped behind him, observing him over his shoulder as he adjusted his tie.

“You didn’t have to do this, ya know,” he muttered, his small smirk quickly growing across his lips.

“Yes, I did,” you replied, grabbing his waist and spinning him towards you. Manicured fingers reached for his collar, adjusting it as you locked eyes with him. You offered a soft, genuine smile as you tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear. He returned with one of his own, a free hand finding its way to your waist while your own slid down to stay on his cheek. Your thumb softly stroked his cheek, smooth from when he shaved that morning. In that moment it was as if you were pulling each other closer and closer with each passing second, the air magnetizing as hands lingered for seconds longer than you both were used to.

In this light, something inside of you screams at how handsome he is.

You ignore it, though, instead suddenly remembering you both had a gala to get to.“Now, let’s go,” you said, dragging him out of his apartment. “I need a damn drink.”

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seldaryne · 4 months

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haven't finished the durge pt yet (idc about spoiling anything though that has 0 impact on me enjoying the game fdgh) but i've been thinking Thoughts.

edit okay as i was writing this i went ahead and just read up on the backstory so i could continue my thoughts in a coherent manner lmfao

(lots of info here, apparently ive gotten Very attached to her in the last uh. three weeks give or take. kinda sorta chronological?? idk it makes sense to me lmao)

velrith probably definitely only settled on that name in act 2. prior that she was just called whatever people drifted to if they needed her attention. & she didn't really care, having a void for memories will do that to a bitch, but it can make introductions awkward or give them a weird 'im too good to even give you my identity' energy. not super great when paired with someone who doesn't really emote or put a ton of effort into masking tonal inflections. she pointedly allowed other people to do more of the talking as a result for a while & would get roped into conversations that way.

i'd like to go ahead and tie in astarion's frequent use of pet names here to this too. he's got a goal here, and can't just drop a 'hey you' every time he's angling for something. it's easier to fill in the blanks that way & make sure it doesn't come across as cold and calculated as the seduction actually is for a time. of course, the mental gymnastics weren't necessary here. aside from the fact that she's extremely intense about her oath & therefore is legally obligated to send cazador straight to hell on sight, he'd also have the same luck with a low-effort, straightforward 'do you want to have sex?' the lines are... usually fine, never actually crossing boundaries, but she does find a lot of them to be really goddamn weird & unnecessary when the point could be made in less than 10 words.

picture a distraught-looking sighthound & you have the general idea of the face she makes when he lays it on thick. she's giving her best shot at a socially appropriate expression. it's not working.

also on names, she can't say for sure if that's who she was before or if she just pieced together syllables that sounded like Something from memory. again, doesn't really matter either way, since she's not in any hurry to reclaim her former self. it's fine.

ketheric felt straightforward. a tragic figure who she did extend an olive branch towards, but ultimately felt nothing when it came time to bring her blade down (besides, isobel seemed like she knew what she was talking about when velrith confessed [suddenly coming back into her room just to point-blank tell her about the desire to spill her blood] certain thoughts of violence towards the cleric, and it felt like the sort of assurance she should be trusting, right? more than any of her own emotions, anyway.)

gortash gives her the ick. like, there's no other way to describe that one. he actually probably still would even without all the history (and the fact that he needed to repent for what he'd done to karlach), but the slimy over-familiarity was really the nail in the coffin there. velrith isn't smooth nor particularly socially gifted, but she has a certain air of formal pride she carries herself with. acting like you know her better than she does herself (even if it may very well be the truth!) is so beyond an overstep of what she's able to function with. stripping away everything else, if he even tried to touch her casually on the shoulder, he would have been liable to lose that hand.

orin troubles her. for the obvious reasons, but she also just... pities her. almost. pre-tadpole, velrith was honestly relatively similar compared to her current personality. colder and more able to justify slaughter, sure, but still staunchly refusing to compromise her own feelings for social games. she understood how the game pieces moved when she watched other people, even when she was younger, but if asked to copy the same techniques, she was only ever able to bludgeon straight through in a line. consequently, people don't really care how strange you are if you're just that good at your job. orin made a one-sided rivalry out of someone who otherwise just regarded her as a peer in the same arena, and now sees her as someone who wouldn't have been able to take the chance at redemption even if it had been on the table. she was too far gone, unable to stand on her own or cope with the fact that she would always be lesser than someone who genuinely could not have cared less about standings. maybe if velrith had feigned some interest, there wouldn't have been so much hatred. or maybe there would have.

either way, she sees orin in a depressing light. someone who had nothing and no one but the prospect of power, and who crumbled as soon as that chance at power was taken away. to let her live would have been to co-sign on her projecting those emotions outwards. velrith isn't stupid and knows there's a good chance she might have gone the same way if she hadn't been lucky enough to receive her parasite. in another life, she thinks that maybe she could have found a connection, and they might have saved each other (either genuinely or in a twisted version of the word). this isn't a thought she shares with anyone. she thinks about that death and their interactions for a long time afterwards.

her 'normal' childhood sometimes comes to her in fleeting memories that disappear out of her periphery if she focuses too hard. she thinks she liked her parents, and they seemed like nice people from what she can semi-recall. but she can also tell that there's always just been something wrong with her if she compares herself to other people. many of these snippets feature her looking anywhere but at her parents' faces, unable to express herself verbally in a way they could understand (the words were right, they way she used them was... her own, shall we say?). something flipped at some point, and all of the sudden she would stare too much at them, not blinking or looking away at the right moments. they'd seemed to squirm a bit under this. they always seemed a bit sad when they looked at her, as if they'd loved her but she was never quite as they hoped she would be.

she had to be taught what to do during a hug as an older child instead of leaving her arms limp at her sides. she knows that.

she doesn't remember killing them. she doesn't remember how it would have felt to receive her first order or how she was unable to do anything but listen to the violent urges.

there's more guilt for not feeling much towards them than there is for the killing.

the staring hasn't shifted again. she knows she looks at people too hard and/or too long, looks at them dead in the eyes and studies their faces, but she can't help it. one, it's good to be aware and alert. two, looking away doesn't seem to be the answer either. at least this way they know she's paying attention, right?

she thinks she shouldn't care about these things, that it's so ridiculous coming from her blood-soaked past, laughable that she'd wonder what it meant to have people relax in your presence instead of becoming more visibly anxious. but she wants to be good, she really, really does. she wants to be able to join a group like everyone else, slipping seamlessly into their words and laughing how they laugh instead of her own (the faintest of smiles and a soft rush of air running past her lips, blink-and-you'll-miss-it laughter that may as well not exist outside of her head). she doesn't hate herself for these things, because she doesn't know how else to be, but she does wonder. she wants to know what it's like for these things to be easy. bhaal's favourite hadn't been blessed with charisma, apparently.

consequently, she has a very hard time now figuring out how to actually connect with anyone, or what it should feel like to have friends.

it made her somewhat uncomfortable in the beginning to be asked questions by these people on a regular basis. not even personal questions, just things to signal that she existed to them in some capacity. gale remembers when she'd wrinkled her nose at a certain seasoning, and leaves it off her plate when he makes dinner going forward. lae'zel likes how she fights and asks her questions on technique, asking to spar so she could better understand the answers. shadowheart thinks they're alike with similar holes in their memories, and seeks out her company because of it. she doesn't understand, and for a while she even feels a bit suffocated by it. exposure therapy is really the only remedy here.

initially there are some reasonable assumptions on whether she just dislikes them all that much, or if she thinks she's better than them, or some other nasty reason. it takes approximately two conversations with her for everyone to understand that's not the case. it's like speaking to someone who only every studied social behaviour from an incomplete textbook and was visibly struggling to fill in the gaps in real-time. is she scary? yes, a bit. does she stare at you Way too much when you're speaking to her (at her, really, because you will be carrying that conversation until she's gotten her footing)? also yes. but she's really earnestly trying to sort herself out for the sake of the people around her, brain twisting around itself to learn things that were as easy as breathing to most. and it's sort of sweet, in its own way.

over time, she stops simply caring about these people based on her code of ethics. she starts to remember things about them too, her love language starts to show itself through gift-giving at an absolutely glacial pace, but it's noticeable to literally everyone despite that. a small trinket picked up at the market matching shadowheart's usual taste is pressed into her hand with only a nod before velrith is turning on her heel and almost running away. a tome is thrust at wyll with such startling intensity that the kindness actually comes off as a bit of a threat, but she looks visibly relieved when he takes it with a smile. so on and so forth. every incident like this, every blunt display of 'i notice you. i think you would like this. i thought of you today,' is accompanied by a hasty exit. task accomplished, but now the script has run out, so she's doing the same. she also finds it hard to look at people once the exchange has taken place, and is pretty sure this is an affliction only she suffers from.

she's going to push through it anyway, even if it makes her skin feel like its trying to recoil off her bones.

it also comes out in the protection. again, it's expected as a paladin of devotion, but no one is quite prepared for the molten fury that burns in her eyes or the weight of her voice whenever ghosts from the past arise. not only has she sworn her protection to those suffering from harm (and names like orin, gortash, cazador, viconia & more absolutely qualify as those who cause harm), but it feels personal. acting as shield and guillotine is when velrith is truly in her element, standing tall and embodying the virtues laid out in her tenets.

she is fighting internally just as much as externally, pushing back against base instincts to continue her sworn oath. driving her sword through the flesh of the emperor is just as much about defeating him as it is proving to herself that she is still capable of goodness. if she falls here, she can at least die knowing she was dedicated to rebellion until her very last breath.

this does not mean that she actually registers it when people like her, though. in fact, once she pieces together what her true nature is (she hadn't wanted to kick that poor animal, or make a spectacle of that nice bard's corpse, or try to rip out astarion's throat as he slept--but she had done those things, and more, and what's worse, some of them don't even to her like they would anyone else) she's pretty sure that the unanimous, logical choice would be to put her at a distance.

so she braces, prepares, makes peace with returning to the status quo & starts pulling away before staging her little ted talk. jaheira catches her first, though, and it gets to her. she's not spoken much to the woman, but she's... incredibly understanding, actually. so much so that it leaves velrith with a profound ache in her chest when she rolls over and tries to sleep again (jaheira's insistence, and her promise to stand watch all night in case she lost control again). being around jaheira hurts like hell, but she still seeks her out after that incident. she looks at her kindly but doesn't treat her with any more fragility than before. she's good-humoured when answering question after question about bhaalspawn, and stays honest the whole time too. she seeks her out when she isolates as much as she can on the outside of camp, dropping a sack of potatoes at velrith's feet and sitting beside her so that they can peel them in easy silence.

she likes that the most. sometimes it feels like velrith's head is too full; not from the parasite or the echoes of a murderous god, but from--she's not sure, actually, but it makes thinking hard, and speech tends to take a temporary leave as well. no amount of coaxing makes a difference, it'll return when it decides to. that's the bad sort of silence, the type that other people feel like they should fix so that everyone can be comfortable again. except jaheira, who apparently can figure out what she needs before velrith can even process that question. and sometimes, she just needs to peel some potatoes for a bit.

standing before everyone else, she prepares for the logical choice of rejection again. instead, she's greeted with shrugs, support, sympathy, but overall--not much of a change. that's the part that sends her off, only pausing just long enough to take a breath before excusing herself to the surrounding woods. it hurts so damn much, being loved like this. she wonders if any technicalities in her oath actually require her to slay herself at this point, just based on the implications alone. they should be appalled. fearful. cold. and she'd wound herself up so much inside determining this to already be the only end to her confession. bare your soul, lose what you'd only started to ease into, return to your duty.

the other shoe never does drop, though. it's gone so catastrophically well that she can't even make the tears flow properly (she's only done it once before that she remembers, but that should be adequate). instead, her sobs are muffled gasps against her hands, choking on her own confusion as she sinks to the ground, shaking.

of course, this comes out after the "incident", in the underdark, which means astarion has already seen her cry precisely once of something that seemed to her a similar scale. he's got a better handle on it, he'd like to believe, and he can sense that he's being silently volunteered for the 'fetch our bhaalspawn' quest. she's not hard to find either, an ice-white tiefling amongst the greenery with her head hidden in her arms, folded in on herself like she's not worth the weight of her own bones. it's sad, and a little annoying, actually, because if she was to insist that he possessed worth like it was the most obvious fact in the world, like he was strange for not feeling the same way, why shouldn't that same sentiment extend in her direction.

of course, there's little he can say to soothe in a way that matters, he's not going to make that mistake again, but he's at least able to bring her up for air. yes my love, perhaps it is foolish and unwise for any of us to stay around something so dangerous, but that argument can be made in many directions, not just yours. you would be the first among us to dismiss those very notions if they were coming from someone else, and have done so--multiple times, may i add--as bhaalspawn. if there's upset about the reveal, i'm confident that it's more to do with how you feel than anything else.

and really, what's she supposed to do with that aside from break even more (from relief, maybe? tension and fear of rejection that she hadn't known how to recognize, hadn't known she was holding onto? the understanding that this is not just from him, but on behalf of everyone else too?) and crumble into him.

against all odds, she is worthy of loving. despite her bloodline and her personal shortcomings, she is worthy of that much.

nothing in half-measures, as most paladins tend to be. does she remember when or why or even how she took the oath? not even a bit. but it's the only thing in her head when she wakes up on the mind flayer ship, the sole thing she's sure of, the only guiding direction she has. it should be enough to understand right and wrong, but it isn't for her. following the oath is a choice, something she can steady herself on when nothing else makes sense. devotion to her cause of protection, restoring some of the balance in the world that she lost before orin killed her. maybe that was why she lived; something needed her to right some of her sins before death arrived. or maybe a divine power was looking for someone who wouldn't be missed if they were lost in stopping the ithilids.

whatever it is, she does everything in her power to stick to it. until, of course, life happens (as it tends to) and she does something in the underdark. what did she do? she doesn't know, because she thought she was helping--that myconid was going to betray the colony that took him in when he lost all others. she raised her sword when it was clear a scolding wouldn't change his mind. and then... the sinking feeling that something was wrong.

something was missing. the only part of her that felt like it was anything was gone, and for the first time (maybe ever?) she gets emotional. there's no anchor anymore, no calming guide of tenets to follow.

the oathbreaker knight will find her later, she knows. at camp, she's distraught, and the little bit she dared interact goes out the window entirely. there's nothing anyone could actually say that would help, anyway. this does not stop astarion from trying.

glib as ever, were she in a more normal headspace she would have seen the dismissive comment for the hand-waving attempt at comfort it was. he probably knows there's nothing he can actually say to bring her down, but surely a joke (meant to reassure that she would be fine regardless, whether the oath stayed broken or was re-taken, she was competent on the field and he at least trusted her that much) would be alright?

it was not.

for all that he carried, he could not--did not--understand. of course he could be cavalier about it; despite all that was taken from him, he still had his own gods-damned name. he knew who he was, wasn't scrambling to put together fragments of his own ghost just to make some unimpressive small talk like she was. she has not yet chosen her name at this point, and that oath is where she begins & ends as a person.

he's silent when she snaps, unexpected. like a cornered animal about to tear its own leg out of a trap, daring anyone to come closer to 'help' so that they too can be maimed. a total loss for words, even when she stalks off to keep herself from acting out even further (who knows how prone she would be to violence now? not her!), raising her voice for the first time at him in pure grief.

he doesn't really get it, but he understand more in the middle of all that. the pieces click together in his mind, working themselves out during the berating. the gods never answered his cries, and so his outlook remained fairly bleak on the whole pantheon. paladins occupied a space at the opposite end of the spectrum, and he'd assumed that her more uptight habits were an offshoot from that (it's not like she gave him a ton to work with, either. he did his best from what he was allowed to see). for her, there may as well have been no gods involved in any capacity. it was simply the thing that kept her from fracturing entirely, now gone thanks to a misunderstood line in the agreement.

she still refuses to speak to him, even after she's begged for the oath back--she'll be good this time, really, she'll be good, she promises, it won't happen again, please--and received it successfully. she's not talking much to anyone, feeling both too exhausted and over-sensitive to even contemplate that. his apology isn't... good, exactly. but it's honest and that's really all she gives a shit about. things are still weird and cold for a bit, manifesting in a physical distance & reinforcing just how off his initial read on her was. but it's her first real brush with interpersonal conflict, so learning curves are expected. time and circumstance eventually help things settle, with there being bigger things to worry about.

she's quiet during sex. responsive and hyper-aware of her body, definitely, but still restrained. she enjoys the act, however, despite the lack of volume, and this shows through a readiness to explore and feel things. the ability to feel physical pleasure is something that at least seems to be something she has in common with most people. but she's overly permissive too, sometimes uncomfortably so; she's simply not attached enough to her body to have real concerns or strong preferences. at first glance, this seems to be deference, the need to be agreeable in every situation lest she tip the scales too much in her own direction.

he puts his finger on that after the third encounter, and finds himself taking a break from her for a while after as a result (once again, an act that she's absolutely fine with--god, has the thought of challenging him ever even crossed her mind in this department?). Further observation, however, reveals something else. her actions are exploratory. experimental. there's no frame of reference, she needs to establish preferences all over again for this version of herself. in fact, he sees that this extends to other tasks people ask of her as well. every action or accompaniment is met with the same reserved curiosity, considering what's being asked of her before ultimately deciding to try something new. perhaps that was why he felt like he was being intensely studied if he squints.

there's no doubt that she does see him. but she only sees enough to know that she lacks the connections to actually do anything with that. an unbalanced, vexing sort of safety net. (still, there was probably no one better for him to glue himself to than a paladin, and he tells himself that's why he spends so long trying to figure her out. because surely, her motivations can't be as obviously honest as they come across--can they?)

it's only after she tells him on the name she's privately decided to give herself (private for now, since everyone else will be informed in the morning) that he starts to realize just how much he enjoys kissing her. she's not nearly as practiced as he is, but gods, there's such a single-mindedness to the kisses it actually leaves him dizzy. her focus is so all-encompassing, the world around them may as well have been unravelling at its seams and she still wouldn't break contact. chasing pleasure but holding back just enough to keep her head above the water, prolonging the act as much as she can. he's been kissed before. many times, actually, but not like this.

there is... so much disappointment when rejecting bhaal doesn't actually change anything fundamental in her. on one hand, that really does mean that it's been her personality the entire time. that the good choices she made were hers, and they were worth fighting for.

on the other hand, fostering even that small seed of hope that she might become less of herself and more like other people had been a dangerous game. the distance remains, along with the lack of understanding and knowledge that some things would always be more hard-won for her, while others would simply be entirely beyond her reach. knowing this logically is one thing. accepting it is... entirely different. it will take time, and she will at least allow herself as much so as to properly grieve a version of herself whose body knew how to laugh freely.

she'll be okay.

#bg3 durge #oc tag #velrith #screams this got away from meeeee fdghj #trying her absolute best. doesnt understand people doesnt understand how to Be a person but by god. she is trying.#bg3

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artemisbarnowl · 8 months

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I always finish sewing in the evening and therefore only get the worst pictures imaginable. But, this is the first thing ive made since about april. And it taught me a lot! The waist is sort of like a petticoat in that it has ties for the back and then the big waistband belt to tie the front half back. This was a good idea for adjustability and comfort, but would have worked better slightly lower, with a narrower waistband, and with thinner drapier fabric. There's a little much room in the front, i think the angle of the front seam curve was a bit off. I can tweak it a little but have to be careful, as it is the pants are JUST easy to get over my hips, any narrower and it will be a wiggle. The legs have different hems but i dont think it matters. 3 times i had to unpick because I'd put right side to wrong side. THREE TIMES. At least i didnt use a tiny stitch length this time and could undo my mistakes easily. Ive made the bib bit to make them overalls, i need to make straps and think about how im going to attach, since the back ties could get in the way. I have enough fabric left over i could make some shorts to turn into overalls instead though, and coming into warmer weather that might be smarter. Im hoping having my sewjo back means i can finish that sleeveless button up i cut out in may, i need more tops way more than i need more bottoms.

#if you have any tips for clothes of both stretch or non stretch velvet plz help i have so much #its been ages since i used my sewing tags:(#sew sew sew your clothes #sew sew sew your clothe #sewing

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jinlias · 2 years

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— jinlias’ lyrics prompt list🪴

hello! thanks to one of my lovely anons, ive put together a prompt list with lyrics based on some of my favorite kpop songs, feel free to send requests or reblog this for ur own use if you’re a writer!!

Fluff

1) “I want to go through the hard times with you and hold your hand”.

2) “I just can't stop loving you”

3) “Your voice is so dreamy"

4) “No matter where I look, it’s only you”

5) “We're in love, I want the world to know that”

6) “You make my whole day”

7) “Doesn’t matter what they think of me, they can’t stop me from loving you”

8) “You know that I started drinking americanos because of you”

9) “Take my rose”

10) “You're the only one for me"

11) “My focus is only on you”

12) “All I think about is you and us”

13) “I can tell you vividly every detail about the time we met”

14) “You are too sweet”

15) “Tell me it will be okay”

16) “I’ll stay up thinking about you”

17) “Will you marry me?”

18) “Stay, I know you have to be tired”

19) “Please, please, please pull me in and hug me”

20) “I'll be with you forever”

Angst

1) “Is love supposed to hurt like this?”

2) “Feelings don't really last forever”

3) “No matter how much I wait, you won't come”

4) “You need to meet someone better than me and be happy”

5) “Yes, I hate you, you left me”

6) “Baby, don’t let go of my hand”

7) “You act likе you'll give me evеrything with just words”

8) “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

9) “Don’t give me excuses”

10) “I don't need your love”

11) “I'm not going to givе up my life for you”

12) “I'm sick of you letting me down”

13) “Break up, just like that?”

14) “When you close your eyes, do you see us singing and dancing?”

15) “I don't want to regret as timе passes”

16) “I don't think anything will change”

17) “If you like your friends so much, date your friends”

18) “The more I try to forget, the more I can't”

19) “Seems like it’s over”

20) “Even while I'm holding you, I’m so cold”

smut

1) “I want you so bad”

2) “Bragging you're officially mine, mine, mine, mine”

3) “Show me”

4) “How long will you keep me waiting?”

5) “Just the way i like”

6) “You drive me crazy”

7) “Only you”

8) “You can sit there and watch”

9) “Don't provoke me anymore”

10) “Do this dance for me”

11) “You already know you want me”

12) “Tеll me, did you dream about me?”

13) “What are you smirking at?”

14) “Sit back and watch me”

15) “I’m much better babe.”

16) “Kiss me on the lips”

17) “It doesn't matter if it hurts”

18) “Tie me up”

19) “Come on and get it”

20) “Focus only on me”

Platonic

1) “As always, I can keep your secret”

2) “You know it all, you’re my best friend”

3) “Just you and me”

4) “Seeing leaves fall makes me sensitive”

5) “Why are you so clumsy?”

6) “You need to slow down”

7) “If you overthink, you’re gonna burn out”

8) “Let’s leave somewhere far away”

9) “I’m gonna call you every day”

10) “You do it all because you can”

11) “Stop caring so much”

12) “I believe in you because you're tough”

13) “I want to show you everything”

14) “I know you”

15) “Remember how we used to be?”

16) “I want to get to know you”

17) “Thank you for trusting in me”

18) “I want to know everything”

19) “I've been waiting for you”

20) “Even when we can't meet, you will always be my friend”

Miscellaneous

1) “Who would do things like this if not me?"

2) “I want you”

3) “Come here, secretly”

4) “You bring out my hidden selfishness”

5) “My insensitive friends are asking me to hang out”

6) “I miss you”

7) “I can’t really let you go yet”

8) “I wanna walk with you”

9) “I secretly think about you all day”

10) “I can’t sleep tonight”

11) “You keep saying you miss me”

12) “Only look at me honey”

13) “Hold me tight”

14) “Kiss me goodbye”

15) “I can hear your heart beating”

16) “I can promise you, that you won’t be able to hide your feelings in the end”

17) “You're growing on mе”

18) “Stay tonight”

19) “Everything moves me towards you”

20) “Say you love me”

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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A Warrior’s heart (Marcel Galliard x Reader) » Part X

Word count: 6 430

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Info: canon AU where Marcel didn’t die; also the reader is an Eldian Warrior from Marley but not a Titan Shifter

PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V / PART VI / PART VII / PART VIII / PART IX

A Warrior’s heart (Part X)

You stayed up until morning. There was no way of going to sleep after what your mother told you. Even closing your eyes just for a short while seemed like something impossible. Because every time you tried, all you could see and think about, were the two men. One of them is your father.

And you simply weren’t able to tell, which option would be better. Or the least painful one, to put it better.

In the end... who hurt you less? The man who left even before you were old enough to remember him? Or the man, that was by your side all those years, but let you risk your life and never said a single thing?

Which one of them was the biggest coward?

„It only feels like yesterday that we’ve been here for the first time,“ your sister said, throwing her arms around your neck again. It was slowly impossible to count how many times she did it since you arrived at the port. „I just hope you’ll come back much sooner this time.“

„Yeah... me too.“

The only person you were able to pay attention to, was Commander Magath. The man you knew for so many years. You spent long minutes trying to study his features, just to find a tiny little thing that would tie him to you and Anya. But the more you tried, the harder it got. Suddenly it seemed as if he was the last possible human, who could be your biological father.

And still...

Something inside of you was trying to convince you, that it is him. Suddenly it seemed, that even your mother wished, that it was him. You caught her looking over at him a few times, always quickly looking away, before he noticed.

„I know you hate to hear it, but... I’m really grateful for everything.“

„Let’s not talk about it, okay? If I had to do it all over again just for you to stay alive, I would. Without hesitation, because I love you.“

With those words, you kissed her cheek and slowly pulled away. Not that you didn’t want to hug her. Quite the opposite. But you were never good with goodbyes, they were always too painful. Even more, when your mom almost immediately pulled you into a hug as well.

The Galliards were saying their goodbyes just a few steps away, Marcel’s mom was hugging her older son as if she refused to let him go anywhere. You’ve already talked to Porco and his parents for a short while. The other Warriors weren’t there, because you and Marcel asked them not to come. It was better that way.

„You can do it, I believe in you, honey,“ she said, sweetly kissing your forehead and tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. „Marcel will keep you safe.“

„I’d rather he stayed here.“

When you looked over at him, all kinds of emotions started rising in your chest. You couldn’t imagine going back with anyone else. Not even Reiner, who was with you for the last five years. You trusted him, but in critical situations, it was always Marcel, you looked for. You needed his guidance and ability to make quick decisions even in the worst-case scenarios.

But his safety was more important than any of that.

„I should...“ you started, looking over at Commander Magath again. Your mother’s eyes wandered in his direction too. „I should talk to him. Maybe I won’t get another chance.“ You kept your voice low, so Anya didn’t hear anything.

„Don’t say such things, everything will be fine. You’ll come back.“

„Yeah.“

Will you?

Really?

In some moments, you weren’t even a little bit sure. Not when everything still seemed suspicious. Why would Marley set up this mission so fast and send only the two of you, if getting Annie back was so important? Marcel’s Titan was the smallest, and even though he was fast and could do a lot of damage with his teeth, it would not stand a chance in a fight with the Survey corps. Now when you saw what happened to Reiner, when he and Bert tried to kidnap Eren for the first time.

You stayed with your family for a little while, before withdrawing for the final time. Your chest was hurting with tons of emotions, but you were able to hold your tears. For their sake. If you never came back, it would be better for them to remember you this way. Brave and daring, without showing fear.

„Commander?“ you addressed Magath carefully with hands curled into fists. You could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest. „Do you have a minute? We need to talk about something important.“

„Of course.“

„Thank you.“ You stood beside him, turning your back to your family and rather facing the ocean. It was still pretty early in the morning, the surface was beautifully glittering in the first rays of sunlight. In moments like these, you truly loved your hometown. „I don’t know how to start. It’s not an easy thing to talk about. And I’m sure it won’t be easy for you to listen and answer me.“

His quiet laugh surprised you. „I think I already know.“

„My mother talked to you a few days back,“ you reacted calmly. His response surprised you, but you didn’t want to show it. „And we had a pretty serious conversation yesterday evening.“

„About me?“ You nodded, trying to stay calm and talk quietly at the same time. This wasn’t a conversation for other curious ears. „So she finally told you?“

„About the possibility of you being my father?“ He wasn’t even startled when you said the last word. It almost seemed like he was waiting all this time to have this conversation with you. All those years, which he spent solely in the role of your superior. „You’re not even a little bit surprised?“

„Why would I be surprised?“

You shook your head, smiling a little for yourself. „Because I was. There wasn’t a moment in my entire life when I thought about you being something more than just my superior.“ Why would you think something like that? Your father was always a faceless man you never got to know. And never possibly the chief of the Warrior Unit you were a part of. „And I still can’t quite believe it.“

„For almost eighteen years I’ve lived with the possibility of having two beautiful daughters, who I’ll never have the chance to properly get to know. Keeping all of you safe has always been my top priority. That’s why I left your mother. Staying with her wouldn’t end well, even for someone with my position in the military.“

You tilted your head back for a while, looking up at the clear blue sky. How peaceful would it be to just fly away? To a place, where nothing like this existed. Where nobody would lie to you and play stupid games with your emotions.

„I’ve always kept an eye on you. Hell, I even tried to get you kicked out of the warrior program, just to keep you safe. But when I learned why you applied in the first place...“ He shrugged, putting his hands into the pockets of his white coat. „You were close to getting one of the Titans. Really close, but I interfered and made your results seem worse.“

„So...“ you laughed again, feeling tears in your eyes. „So you did all of this, but never managed to tell me anything. How could you? Why? I would never tell anyone, not when the life of my family was at stake.“

„It was better this way,“ he said almost too reassuringly, lighting a cigarette. When he offered you one, you refused. „I helped you get your status of an honorary Marleyan even without inheriting a Titan, so your sister could get the medical help she desperately needed. That was the most I was able to do for you and your family. Without getting all three of you killed.“

The docks were full of military personnel, which seemed kind of weird in itself. It wasn’t this busy the last time you were leaving, even though everything else was much more spectacular and special. The whole internment zone cheered on you back then. The day five Warriors left for Paradis to bring it down once and for all, was special for everyone in some way.

„You feared about our safety and all... okay, I get it. But why are you being so open about it now?“ you asked, looking over your shoulder. Your mother and Anya were talking to the Galliards. They all seemed lost in a conversation, Marcel was not a part of. His eyes were on you, carefully watching you and the Commander. „You’re not counting on me getting back home, right?“

Those words held so much pain. You could feel your heart break when he didn’t respond at all. That was the catch of this mission? Marley just wanted to get rid of you? For failing your first mission? Even after they didn’t declare you guilty at the Military court?

„I trained you the best I could, but whatever happens, happens. I have no control over that, only you and Galliard do.“ He too looked over at Marcel. „I’ll take care of your mother and sister.“

„The way you did for the last eighteen years?“ you muttered in an agitated tone, forcing a smile on your lips just for Marcel to see everything is okay. Even if it wasn’t. „Do you really think it’s you? Our biological father?“

It took him a minute to answer. Almost as if he needed to think about something, he should have known for a long time. „I don’t know your sister, but sometimes when I look at you...“ He bowed his head, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

You eagerly waited for his answer, but it never came. Not when Commander Magath silently hissed and turned his back to you. He was breathing hard, almost as if he was battling with the words he wanted to say. The words he wanted you to hear.

„Commander!“ you called after him, expecting him to finish his words.

Only when he continued walking, did you truly feel the pain of this entire situation. He was turning his back on you. Literally. The chief of the Warrior unit didn’t want anything to do with you. Not in the role of your father.

He was just like the other man. The one you thought was the worst person ever to exist. Both of them valued only themselves, but not you or your sister. Family meant nothing to them. Not even in a situation like this. When this could be the last time you see each other.

You waited for a bit and took a couple of deep breaths, before returning to your family for the last couple of minutes. Hugging and kissing them felt even harder than ever before. Your mother was quietly apologizing while kissing the top of your head and almost crushing you in her embrace.

But saying your final goodbye to Anya was much worse. Mainly because you wanted her to know the truth, but there simply wasn’t time to tell her. All you could do was hug both of them back and say a million times over how much you love them.

„Will it help if I tell you, that your eyes look really pretty when you cry?“ Marcel asked, hugging you around the shoulders as soon, as the boat finally left the shore.

„What are you talking about?“ you asked, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. The port was getting smaller by the second, and the people still there disappearing. Your mother. Anya. Commander Magath. „You sound like Porco. Dumb.“

Marcel laughed quietly, kissing your cheek lovingly. „We’ll be back soon. I promise.“

„You have no power over that, Marcel. We don’t know what will happen to us once we disembark at Paradis. Just like we didn’t know five years ago.“

Your whole body was trembling and your heart still racing from all of the emotions. What were you supposed to feel? Nothing could have prepared you for this situation. This chapter of your life, everything about your father, was a closed case for many years. And now was the worst time possible to reopen it.

„Do you want to talk?“ he asked worriedly, rubbing your arm reassuringly and pulling you even closer to his side. „Something made you really upset. You’re not crying just because we’re leaving.“

„I don’t think I can talk bout it now. Maybe later.“

„Did Magath say something?“

You turned to him with sheer panic in your eyes. „How do you know about that?“

„I mean... you were talking to him, I saw you,“ Marcel replied surprised, furrowing his brow.

„Oh... yeah, you’re right. Sorry.“ Of course, he saw you talk to the Commander, you even made eye contact. That was all he knew. Nothing more specific. Not the possible truth. „No, it’s just something really dumb. Forget it, it’s fine.“

Nothing was fine. Not even close to fine, but you pretended for his sake. It was better to curl up in his embrace and watch the coast of Marley get further and further by the second.

Something wasn’t right about this whole mission, you could simply feel it deep in your bones, but... Saving Annie was worth the risk. You owed her that, even much more. She really was someone special for you, and not just because she had the power of the Female Titan.

„Do you think we’ll meet them again? The 104th?“ you asked after a while, still gripping the rail with one hand, your body leaning against Marcel’s.

„If they survived the battle in Shiganshina... yeah, it’s a pretty big possibility.“

„I don’t want to hurt them, Marcel,“ you whispered, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.

Keeping your voice low was essential since random soldiers were always lurking around the deck. Just like the one, that saw you two kissing while on the way back home and immediately ran after Magath to inform him. What nonsense. As if the military didn’t have more serious problems than two of their soldiers falling in love.

„We’ll do our best to avoid combat. You have a good chance of slipping into the ranks of the Military police, we just need to get you a uniform. Having your ODM gear already is pretty helpful.“

„I don’t know, somebody may recognize me.“

„Well, I’m not saying you should stick around for a long time. Just until you hear something about Annie or find her yourself.“

„Firstly we need to somehow get behind the Walls.“ He nodded, kissing the top of your head gently. You loved being shorter than him, even more, when he was hugging you and resting his chin against your head. And it was also perfect for forehead kisses, which Marcel loved to give you at any given moment. „We should move during the night when the Titans aren’t active. It will be much safer. If we plan it out right, we could reach the Walls in two nights, and then during the third, we find our way in. Maybe through that passage, that should lead right up to the Underground.“

„I’ve heard it starts somewhere under Shiganshina, then continues under Karaness District, and then straight to Stohess. If it’s true, there is no need for us to even get close to Trost.“

„That would be for the best.“

Going through some tactics was the best thing you could do almost the whole time. It kept your mind occupied, and didn’t let your emotions run wild once more. Marcel offered to talk somewhere in private, but staying up on the sunny deck felt much better. If anything, at least the weather was beautiful, even though you started to feel a little seasick again, after maybe an hour. But it was better than last time.

Ultimately, the two of you spent some hours alone as well. Behind closed and locked doors, where it was only your love and passion speaking loudly and clearly. The fear in Marcel’s eyes grew bigger and bigger with every kiss he gave you, with every touch of his fingers against your skin. The very real possibility of losing each other terrified you, even during the moments when you could feel the other one right in your arms.

When you first started dating, you knew what was ultimately coming your way. Marcel only had a limited amount of years left, while you had the possibility to live a very long life. And sometimes, when you looked over at him in random moments, you were sure that the day he’ll die, is going to be the day the real you stops existing as well.

Something similar was running through your head now as well. If anything happens to him on that island, you simply won’t have the strength to continue and carry out what Marley sent you to do. Yes, his love made you feel strong and determined, but it also made you vulnerable.

„We should get ready,“ Marcel said, letting the tips of his fingers run along your bare back. You could still feel his lips all over your body, his eyes meeting yours in passionate moments full of love.

„I wish we could stay like this forever,“ you mumbled against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss above his heart.

„We’ll have days like that, I promise. Right now we have to think about Annie. Not what Marley and the military want from us.“

„Don’t you think this whole mission is a little suspicious from the start? I mean... why all that fuss around the Military court and everything when they let me go in the end? And the only punishment is supposed to be this? Going back to Paradis for Annie? The thing I wanted to do immediately after the battle in Shiganshina?“

„It feels kinda off, but I’m more concerned about their decision to send only the two of us, with you not even having Titan powers. Like what do they expect from me alone?“

Those were exactly your thoughts. You told the military everything about the Survey corps and their ability to battle Titans, even Titan shifters like Marcel and the others. They knew, how dangerous certain people, like Captain Levi, who almost killed Zeke, can be. But despite that, they didn’t bother to come up with a better plan.

Of course, you were given a lot of instructions and commands to obey. Just like when you left for Paradis five years ago. Everyone was sure all of you knew, what was expected.

However, this time they all seemed really...

„Do you think they want to get rid of us?“ you asked suddenly, before even thinking about saying those words out loud.

Marcel took a deep breath, playing with random strands of your hair. The sun behind the little cabin window almost started to set again. The shores of Paradis had to be close. „I thought about that, just didn’t want to say anything. But then again... if they killed me without somebody inheriting the Jaw, it will be lost to Marley. That would leave them with just three Titans out of the nine. If you don’t include the War Hammer, which is in possession of the Tybur’s.“

„You can’t really count the War Hammer in, they would never lend it to the military in any war conflict. They never did.“

„That’s exactly my point. Losing another Titan would be a disaster for the country. Mostly because...“ the way he paused made you worriedly lift your head from his chest and look into his face. „I heard something about a war between Marley and the Mid-East Allied Forces. It seems they want to take advantage of the loss of two Titans.“

„Great, so when we come home, there will be another war waiting for us.“

Will the hell cycle ever end? War after war, conflict after conflict. Do the nations really don’t know any better? Why is there always the need for more bloodshed and death?

„Let’s hope not.“

Getting out of bed and putting clothes back on was almost painful. Even more, when you had to put up with the annoying straps from your ODM gear. You didn’t wear it only for a short time, but it already felt like an entire eternity, since you had to have it on almost every single day. It never felt comfortable, the straps kept digging into your skin even through the fabric of your clothes, and making it really sore until it was finally time to take them off in the evening.

A sudden knock on the door surprised you both, while Marcel was buttoning up his black shirt and you were fastening the strap that went across your chest. When you opened, you were met with a tall soldier carrying a rifle tossed over his shoulder.

„Can I help you?“ you asked politely, leaning against the door a little.

„Both of you are immediately expected on the deck, we arrived. However, you are ordered to leave all weapons and supplies here. You’ll pick them up after.“

„After what?“ asked Marcel, appearing by your side and looking the soldier over.

„After you witness what we do to people like you,“ said the soldier with a snarky grin on his thin lips. He quickly looked at your armbands, and with a disgusted expression turned around, leaving you and Marcel absolutely dumbstruck.

You could feel shivers run down your spine, when Marcel put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you away from the door. So this really wasn’t just a simple mission. You didn’t travel to Paradis alone. Somewhere on this boat were other people, other Eldians, awaiting their doom. And you were supposed to watch them die for... what? Existing? Being born into this twisted world?

„Don’t think about doing anything, we can’t help them.“

The steady tone of his voice surprised you. „You knew?“ It only took him a second, when he nodded, looking away from your face.

„The holding cells were getting full pretty quickly, so the military planned this execution ahead. It was supposed to take place in three weeks. Only after that, they decided to send the two of us simultaneously. Why would they spend more money and resources on our transportation, when they can send only one boat?“

„You should have told me.“

„What for? It was better this way, trust me.“ With a quick kiss, Marcel grabbed your hand and led the both of you up to the deck. It was buzzing with life, soldiers, and officers almost at every step. Everybody was armed, carrying a standard rifle, you had to leave in the cabin.

When you looked straight ahead, you could see Paradis very clearly. It was just like you remembered it. Looking like an ordinary island, which was home to people like you. Just by the look of the sandy shores, no one would dare to guess what life there was really like. Not even you, when you first arrived five years ago.

You gripped Marcel’s hand a little tighter, while the two of you walked up to general Calvi, whose presence was a real surprise. „Ah, here you are, Galliard, Y/l/n.“

„General,“ you both answered almost at the same time, bringing your right hand up into a typical Marleyan salute.

„I would like it if the two of you accompanied our soldiers during the execution process. If I am not mistaken, none of you’ve ever seen something like this, right?“ The slimy smile on his face made you want to throw up. You’ve met this man a couple of times, but he always scared you for some reason. „Your mission will begin after that.“

„Yes, general,“ was all Marcel could say for the both of you.

When you didn’t say a word, Calvi looked over his shoulder and straight into your face. For some reason, it was suddenly hard to even breathe. „Yes... general,“ you got out at last, biting the inner side of your cheek.

„Very well,“ he answered with another almost frightening grin, turning his eyes back towards the shores of Paradis.

From that minute, everything happened too fast. The boat arrived at the simple docks, right before the tall wall. While you, Marcel, Calvi, and other military personnel stayed on the deck, a couple of soldiers went below deck and brought the prisoners. Roughly thirty Eldians – men, women, and even two children not older than ten years old. You looked at Marcel with horror in your eyes, digging your nails into your palms, just to keep the growing feeling of rage under control.

There was nothing, you could do for them. Nothing. That is what you had to remember. You weren’t the same. No. You weren’t worthless like them. You were... you were a Warrior. And an honorary Marleyan.

You were... somebody.

„Why do we need to watch?“ you asked Marcel quietly after a couple of minutes, now both of you walking to the stairs leading up to the wall. The biggest surprise was, that the General walked right in front of you. His interest in this mass murder process seemed a little out of place. „I’ve had enough when Magath forced me to watch all of you get your Titan powers.“

Those days still seemed like out of the nightmare. Something about your closest friends becoming pure Titanst for a short while and eating the previous inheritor stuck with you even after all those years. It was a few days before the chief of the Warrior Unit called you into his office and gave you the red armband for the first time.

„Don’t think about it, we’ll be leaving soon.“

„Not soon enough.“

Marcel let you go before him, just to make sure the soldier behind your back won’t try anything. Even he seemed unnaturally nervous about this whole situation. Something wasn’t right, this surely wasn’t similar to your last mission. And it had nothing to do with the fact, that the moment you stepped onto the shore, a ton of memories came rushing back. You left barely a month ago, but in some aspects, it seemed as if you’ve seen this place more than a hundred years ago.

The screams, crying, and pleas of the other Eldians were the worst part. You wished to be deaf, so you wouldn’t have to hear their desperate calls for help that simply wasn’t coming. Not after they all were lined up on top of the wall and forced onto their knees with hands tied behind their backs. Every single person had a soldier behind their back with a familiar syringe in one hand.

You got the same one for this mission as well. And you were given the same orders as before – if there won’t be any other option, it has to be you, who brings back one of the Titans. Best if it's the Founding.

„So? What do you think, young Warriors?“ asked the General suddenly, swinging one of his arms around your shoulders. You saw Marcel wince, but there was nothing he could do. „Isn’t it a beautiful sight? Getting our beloved homeland rid of the filth?“ In some other reality, it could have been you. One of those young women, crying for their lives that are going to end soon. „Nobody likes a traitor. A filthy devil, that will stab you from behind the first time it gets.“

„What about those kids?“ you asked almost inaudibly, trying to stop your body from shaking.

You simply weren’t strong enough for watching something like this. Not, when just a month ago you were with the people killing Titans, who came to be this way. You knew from the very start. All of the Titans the Survey corps ever killed were once people like you. Like them. And they had no idea for so many years.

„They were born to the wrong parents. Simple as that,“ answered the General, his arm still around your shoulders. „Just like the two of you. However, you decided to give your life to our homeland and try to plead for the sins of your ancestors.“ Marcel carefully moved a few steps closer so you were within his hand’s reach. He gave you a tiny sad smile you weren't able to reciprocate. „What a shame, that even seemingly brave and devoted people like you can't succeed, right? I think it’s because of that damned devil's blood in your veins. You are never getting rid of that.“

„General...“

„Did you really think, that the Military court let you go without consequences, Y/l/n?“

With just one nod of his head, five soldiers, all at once, threw themselves at Marcel. You could hear yourself scream louder, than any of the other Eldians, when they simply knocked him unconscious and tied his hands behind his back, so he could not transform into the Jaw Titan.

„Marcel!“

„Not so fast, little Warrior,“ said the General, suddenly pressing the barrel of a handgun into the center of your back. The air got caught in your throat at once. „Your conversations with Commander Magath were carefully monitored. Without your or his consent, to be precise. I know exactly what you’ve said to him. About your mission, about Paradis, and so on.“

„All I’ve done was...“

„Failing your mission, disobeying the commands you were given, siding with the Island devils, and getting caught up in their illusions. All you’ve done was betray Marley despite our generosity to you and your family.“

„I’ve never betrayed my homeland, General. I swore to protect and serve Marley until the day I die, just like I swore to free all the Eldians from the sins and atrocities of our ancestors and the Island devils. I swore to bring down this island so the world doesn't have to fear it anymore.“

Tears were slowly making their way to your eyes.

That’s why everything looked and felt so off. This wasn’t any kind of rescue mission. You and Marcel weren’t going back behind the Walls for Annie. Your journey was ending right here. Amongst the other Eldians, who were watching and listening in horror.

If your and Marcel’s life didn’t matter anything, what could they expect? If the military could be so cruel to people, that gave them their everything, what chance did the ordinary people stand against them?

„We lost trust in you,“ he said after a short while, both of you looking at Marcel’s body on the ground just a few steps away. „And Galliard as well. He tried to be a master manipulator, who thought nothing could happen to him. He thought he could make a silly little puppet out of everyone, me included. Just like he did seven years ago when he got Braun the Armored Titan.“

„Marcel didn’t do anything wrong. All he wanted was to protect his brother.“

The General laughed and pushed you forward. The barrel of his gun was still painfully pressed deep into your skin. A young Eldian woman gasped when he made you stand beside her, before forcing you onto your knees, holding the gun up to your head.

You didn’t dare to look at her, or anybody else. All you saw was a huge piece of land covered in sand. Your heart was almost painfully slamming against your ribs, while your head filled with so many questions. But the most important of them all...

Did Commander Magath know about the true nature of this mission?

Was that the reason why he was so open with you this morning? He truly knew that you would not return and talk about any of what he told you. Talking with you about that matter was some sort of last goodbye. He even... he even made the promise to protect your mom and sister.

Anya... you did this all for her. So she could live a long and healthier life, which you also wanted to be a part of. You tried to give her everything while paying with your own life.

„Both of you are easily replaceable. The official reports about your deaths are already safely tucked away in my office in Marley, and waiting for the right moment,“ he laughed, scaring you and the people around even more. Only then you realized, that all the screaming and crying had stopped. Everyone was now looking at you, awaiting your faith. „Do you want to hear about your own death? The official one, of course.“

You couldn’t move a muscle. The crushing reality of his words came down on you with such power, that even crying was beyond your strength.

„I’ll be choosing one random person from these filthy bastards,“ he started explaining, waving his free hand in the direction of the Eldians kneeling beside you. „He or she will inherit the Jaw for a short while. A month, maybe? They will be locked up the entire time, their tongue cut off before officially returning to Marley and generously giving the Jaw to the next inheritor.“

„Marcel didn’t do anything wrong,“ you repeated quietly, so it was almost impossible to make out your words. It was like your own voice failed and left you.

„And now about you. Well... after getting attacked by a pure Titan, that killed Marcel and gained his powers, you captured that person, abandoned your mission, and tried to get back with them to the docks. But shortly before our military reached you, a random Titan killed you as well.“

„Nobody is going to believe that. Not our families.“

Of course, they are going to believe it. If they get the official reports, there will be no doubt. Not when the General will put on such a good show as now.

„I don’t even need them to believe,“ he laughed again, the arrogance in his tone making you even sicker. You wanted to rip his filthy tongue from his mouth with your bare hands.

You’ve thought about death many times. But it was never this way. Marley betraying you wasn’t what you expected. Or... maybe you did. The very same day the Military court let you go. It was all just for a show, just to pretend everything was okay. But at that same time, they were planning your execution, covering it up with a made-up new mission.

They never cared about you.

And they never cared about Marcel or Annie, or the other Warriors. They never saw you as people, only weapons, which can stop being useful at any given moment.

And that moment was now.

When you risked a brisk look at Marcel, you felt your whole self break into millions of tiny pieces. There were so many things you’d never told him. And why? Because you so stupidly thought you had time. Even if just a few years, but still.

And now it was too late.

There was no way of getting out of this situation alive. Not with him unconscious and a gun pointed at your head. Not with so many armed soldiers all around, while all of your weapons were left behind on the boat.

You wouldn't be able to save the person you loved the most even by spilling the blood of all people present. Somebody would eventually hunt you down. If not Marley, then the Titans. And if not them, the Survey corps or the other members of the Paradis military.

„Oh, and if you want to know, what’s going to happen to your family...“

„Please, just stop,“ you begged him, tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

„They won’t be cared for anymore. Your mother can watch your sister die slowly and painfully without the treatment she needs. And after that, we’ll send her to Paradis as well.“

„You monster!“ you yelled at him and spun around faster than he would have expected. The amused tone of his voice suddenly gave you enough power to rip the whole planet in half, just to protect the ones you loved the most.

But fighting blinded by anger was never a wise idea. And surely not against an experienced high-ranking military personnel, who needed just one good move to pacify you. General Calvi’s arm wrapped around your throat, while your back crashed against his chest.

„Don’t waste your strength, you’ll need it. The Walls are far away from here.“

„No... please... no... NO!“ you cried out when he took a syringe from one of the closest soldiers. Trying to free yourself from his hold was useless.

His cold, nasty cackles were the only things you could hear, while the needle penetrated your skin right on your neck. Digging your nails into his forearm, stepping on his feet, and shoving him into the abdomen and chest did nothing, he didn’t let you go. Not before the liquid in the syringe ended up inside of your body.

„Thank you for your service, Warrior.“

With those words, he tossed you away from him, throwing you off the wall. Your scream cut through the air, while your teary eyes tried to catch a glips of Marcel for one last time. But you failed. Suddenly, all you could feel was agonizing pain like never before. It was so brutal, that even landing in the sand far below wasn’t that bad.

Your eyes were fixed on the slightly pink sky and the setting sun, while your left hand grabbed the heart-shaped locket with the engraved letter M for the very last time. The photo Marcel put inside was of you and him as kids, the day before you got chosen to become an official Warrior candidate. On that day, the two of you were still just a couple of ordinary kids who loved to play together. You weren’t living the horror the next few years brought to you.

„I love you...“ you whispered through the tears, delusionally hoping that your words would somehow reach him, give him a goodbye kiss on his cheek where you so loved to press your lips and tell him everything, you weren’t able to. „Marcel...“

The coldness of the locket was the last thing you felt beside the pain, that ultimately disappeared, when everything went dark before your eyes and the person you once were, was lost forever.

All that remained was a primitive Titan without even a glimpse of the girl, your family, friends, and Marcel Galliard loved so deeply.

The end

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