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hd-erised · 6 months ago

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Thank you so very much to all our amazing writers, artists, pinch-hitters, readers, commenters, and reccers who once again made this fest such an amazing success!

If you haven't had time to make it through all the fantastic works here yet, we hope that you'll still read and leave some love for our writers and artists! Comments are appreciated all year round! ;) As are commenters—like you amazing readers and participants, including the phenomenal 440 people who have left an incredible total of 1898 comments on H/D Erised works this year—thank you for all you do to make this community what it is!! And a special shout-out, again, to our ever-expanding list of all-star commenters, who have commented on more than half (and sometimes way more!!) of this year’s works: blueheart_V, @sorrybutblog, khalulu, @nv-md, @hoko-onchi-writes, and veradubhghoill!! Thank you!!!

We'll be going through the works today, revealing the authors on AO3, removing the mod account as a co-author, and adding the creator names to the tumblr headers. We'll be sending the participants a wrap-up email when we've finished with all the final admin things on our end.

Thanks again for making this another brilliant round of Erised! We hope to see you all again next year! <3 @epitomereally @honeybeet @nv-md

Art:

@elizah321 drew Brewed Awakenings for @jessixaluci [T]

@bicholsdrarrysideblog drew The Case of the Mysterious Baker for @sorrybutblog [G]

@discessio drew Ceilings. for @karamelised [M]

@threading-fate drew Us, again? for @nv-md [M]

@frm9pm drew Unemployed and On Guard for @makeitp1nk [T]

@legendrarry drew No One but Me for justlikewriting [M]

@faiell drew Stolen Glances for @dodgerkedavra [T]

@sharperthan drew Hauntingly Familiar for @moonflower-rose [T]

Fic + Art:

@fantalfart wrote & drew A Dragon to Call Mine for @annanother-thing [E, ~24,000]

Fic:

@agentmoppet wrote Where Starlight Falls for @citrusses [E, ~33,700]

The magic concealing Sirius’s Last Will and Testament doesn’t reveal the full extent of Harry’s inheritance until two years after the war. When it does, it turns out that Harry has inherited more than just the Black Family vault—he’s inherited the family’s magic, too. He just has to find it first. And he needs Draco Malfoy’s help to do it.

@sorrybutblog wrote Runaway Train for @lqtraintracks [E, ~18,100]

Harry was already keen to figure out what’s been causing a series of disturbances in the London Underground before Draco Malfoy showed up acting suspicious. Two explosions, several very confused Muggles, and a cloud of mysterious sticky powder later, Harry and Malfoy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Can Harry shag his way to the answer to all of his questions? Seems unlikely, but what can a man do but try?

veradubhghoill wrote At Night All Birds Are Black for IzRoan [E, ~51,800]

Harry loves being an Auror—the long hours, adrenaline-fuelled chases, and even the paperwork. But when a haunting leads to his suspension, he’s forced to continue his investigation in secret. As he unravels the murder of a young girl, he turns to the one person he never expected he’d need: Draco Malfoy.

@oknowkiss wrote The Melting Point of Wax for @vukovich [M, ~10,500]

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he’s built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

justlikewriting wrote Body and Soul for @a-sentimental-man [M, ~22,200]

When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with. The one person who should never know. Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

@citrusses wrote The Pain From an Old Wound for @sharperthan [T, ~31,100]

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

@lqtraintracks wrote The Most Splendid Thing for @sleepstxtic [E, ~61,200]

Star Quidditch rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter become accidentally bonded. They still hate each other, but now it’s untenable to leave each other’s sides—and my, but it feels oh so good to touch. They’re either going to murder one another, or fall in love. OR: A story in which Draco finally allows himself happiness, and Harry finally learns that he deserves to be whole.

xErised wrote Borealis Green for @faiell [E, ~47,200]

Draco left Harry on the night of their first kiss, when they were eighteen. Ten years later, Harry, now Deputy Lead of the Norwegian Aurors, barges back into Draco’s life at the Ministry, seeking his help—both personal and professional—for a case, to re-capture Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Turns out that Draco couldn’t really get over Harry, either.

IzRoan wrote Don’t Fear the Reaper for @thehoneybeet [E, ~36,900]

Harry anticipates it’s Luna or maybe Hermione at Grimmauld Place, here to rouse him out of purgatorial listlessness once again. Instead, Harry finds an opinionated crow, a scroll with his name on it, and one exhaustingly persistent Draco Malfoy, who insists that Harry is his latest soul to Reap. The only problem is…Harry’s still alive. Or so he thought. Quote: Learning how to live takes a whole life, and, which may surprise you more, it takes a whole life to learn how to die. - Seneca

@tessacrowley wrote Sub rosa for @hoko-onchi-writes [E, ~37,100]

After the tragic and unexpected death of his mother, Draco Malfoy’s quiet life as Potions Master, Head of Slytherin, and Hogwarts professor gets upended—first by the manifestation of mysterious and inexplicable magic, and then by the revelation of an inheritance deliberately hidden from him his entire life.

@thecouchsofa wrote Bare Moon Rising for xErised [E, ~15,500]

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.” Oh no. “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?” Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

@jessixaluci wrote Fighting the Chill for @bicholsdrarrysideblog [M, ~25,400]

What should have been an average and dull day for Draco Malfoy, turned rather south when he’s attacked in the middle of Diagon Alley.

@garagepaperback wrote palindrome for @threading-fate [E, ~25,800]

“Why did you let me kiss you?” Potter smirks. “That’s not how I remember it. Why did you let me kiss you?” “I’m stuck in a time loop. You’re not going to remember, so,” Draco’s tongue drags, calcified around the words. “Why not.” Potter’s brows furrow but the smile stays intact. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

@amomorii wrote A Soft Place to Fall for @epitomereally [E, ~142,500]

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

@starquestingfordrarry wrote All These Winding Threads for @amomorii [E, ~35,400]

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat. He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter.

@annanother-thing wrote Second Chance Resort for @elizah321[E, ~42,800]

A holiday forced on him by his friends after the latest in a long string of failed relationships might be a chance for Harry to relax, but all that is thrown up in the air by the appearance of one newly divorced Draco Malfoy. Mainly because they had been together almost fifteen years ago before Draco broke it off to marry the woman his mother chose for him… Feat. a matchmaking hotel, a spa day, an all-knowing Weasley, and friends who do try their best, but can get a little distracted.

@jtimu wrote Seven-and-sixpence for @oknowkiss [E, ~35,700]

The entire plan of Harry’s life had been defeat evil, become an Auror, marry Ginny. Not necessarily in that order, but it seemed to be going that way, the first two managed and the third in easy limbo. He can be better, though. He can be more. Draco will see to it.

khalulu wrote Slip Slidin’ Your Way (In a Land of Fire and Ice) for @frm9pm [T, ~9,800]

How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

@epitomereally wrote Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

@a-sentimental-man wrote Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

@traylalascrisis wrote Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

@karamelised wrote Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

@vukovich wrote Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

@maraudersaffair wrote My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around. And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so. Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn’t have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat. While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can’t fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

@smehur wrote Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.” Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.” Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.” “Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F. Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

@sleepstxtic wrote As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

@hoko-onchi-writes wrote In a Year’s Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

@shiftylinguini wrote Storm’s Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry’s surprised that Draco didn’t have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house. In Harry’s addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco’s gobsmacked face. He doesn’t get that far, though.

Or: Harry gets hurt, Draco is a vanishing alchemist who may or may not be able to save the day, but under no circumstances are either of them willing to talk about Their Feelings. Well. Maybe "mortal peril" circumstances will do it, actually.

@thehoneybeet wrote housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

@dodgerkedavra wrote Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom. Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, and Draco doesn’t deserve to live. But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking. As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

@makeitp1nk wrote do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

@doingthechachaslide wrote Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

@saintgarbanzo wrote Baker’s Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker’s Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

@nv-md wrote Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy. They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

@moonflower-rose wrote Equally Cursed and Blessed for @thecouchsofa [E, ~18,200]

Harry’s back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he’s sure there’ll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there’ll be a few.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry art #drarry fest #masterlist #hd erised 2024

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lets-try-some-writing · 4 months ago

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I don’t mean to pester but all the question I’ve seen about how something seems to be a mild inconvenience or just a thing that for humans it’s just whatever but for the bots it’s life ending or extremely dangerous.

ex- Adrenaline for humans is whatever extra energy but for bots to they’re final energy source that will be they’re last stand.

Do you have any head cannons that might be in reverse? Something at is mild to bots but severely life ending for a human?

I mean, a lot of things that are mild to a bot are probably lethal to a human. But if we are going the comedic route, this is one thing I see being pretty normal for the bots, at least during the war, that would automatically mean problems for a human.

Cybertronians are capable of operating with a surprising lack of limbs and internal organs when pressed. It entirely depends on what organs and limbs are taken of course, but they can continue living in very unfortunate states. Humans can also take a beating, but not to the same level as their autonomous robotic organism visitors. That said, generally the bots only received injuries that matched human ones in outward appearance. The humans weren't too disturbed since a broken arm or a busted plate mimicked human injuries. But when things got real? Yeah, it was a little disconcerting.

Bumblebee came back to base on one occasion with his legs partially detached from his body at the waist. He still had all the wiring, he was just strung out a bit. He didn't seem all that concerned once he had a painkiller, and Ratchet was more annoyed than truly afraid. But the humans? They saw it as terrifying, especially whenever Bumblebee moved and his internals moved around in a mechanical and yet far too organic manner.

Another situation that left the humans grossed out came in the form of Ratchet casually tending to a hit to the helm Optimus received. It was bad enough that something internally was knocked out of place, so the doctor simply got out his tools and removed part of Optimus's helm to work on his processor. The whole affair was reminiscent of brain surgery for the humans... at least until Ratchet straight up removed a few bits, fixed them, and put them back in place. All while having a casual conversation with the mech on his table. Optimus didn't appear very concerned, but there was something about watching Ratchet perform a surgery while chatting that left the humans unsettled. Similar surgeries weren't unheard of, but removing bit? Yeah no. If it happened, it didn't happen often and certainly not so casually.

In the third most terrifying incident, Arcee was brought back to base with part of her spine pulled out. The humans all but threw up on the spot, but Arcee appeared more annoyed than actually in pain as Ratchet laid her out and calmly began putting struts back into place. According to him, the injury was only a mild case of spinal disconnection and due to the swiftness of the team's response in getting her back to base, it was a quick fix. June however never really got over the scene of Arcee curled up in a weird position with bits of her spine clearly visible.

The bots can take a beating. And while injuries to the finer processes are dangerous, so long as they are addressed quickly, a bot can survive just about anything.

#transformers #maccadam #team prime #ratchet #optimus prime #bumblebee #arcee #cybertronian biology

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internetskiff · 1 year ago

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The most powerful ability exclusive to humanity in the Half Life/Portal shared universe is our ability to just throw bullshit at the wall and see what sticks. Aperture "OSHA are the devil" Science have managed to create completely safe interconnected points in space. The same company that turns people's blood into gasoline and shoves lions and humans into the same enclosed space for the vague concept of "Science". Meanwhile Black Mesa still has to use Xen as a crossing and their teleportation device requires an entire reactor with a village's worth of staff constantly maintaining it, just to end up having most of said staff abducted by onion-headed aliens. Even the resistance hasn't managed to create completely stable teleporters with a compressed Xen relay, meanwhile Aperture just went "oh dude let's shove a black hole into a non-waterproof gun" and have just created a teleportation method that just removes Xen from the equation entirely. Doesn't change the fact they bullshat so bad they basically got themselves gassed to death, but still.

The Resistance are a good example of this too. The Combine seem to have a complete set-in-stone thought process and understanding of science which meant they didn't even begin to explore local teleportation via Xen, meanwhile a group of random human mechanics and scientists have managed to cobble together at least two semi-functional local teleporters out of scrap metal and stolen Combine tech, to the point the All-Consuming Interdimensional Empire had to straight up copy their homework. And that isn't even the only time they seem to be taking human shit to just copy the blueprints.

They 100% just yoinked the entire damn car out of that garage just to take a crack at reverse-engineering the Tau Cannon attached to it. Even Resistance weaponry somehow manages to rival or at least stand equal to Combine tech - and we're talking improvised crossbows that shoot superheated rods of rebar at the target compared to high-tech rifles that can discharge orbs of pure dark energy. The collapse of the entire Citadel is basically set into motion as a result of a cobbled together Rebel device placed into extremely capable hands.

The events of the Portal games are a case of extremely elaborate machinelike planning versus pure human improvisation, with Chell's entire escape in the first game involving her simply weaseling her way through small cracks that GLaDOS missed while setting up her ambushes, eventually turning her own rocket turret against her to destroy her.

I suppose you could argue this falls flat in Portal 2 with Wheatley, but it's important to remember he's designed to be an utter idiot, so it's safe to say he wouldn't obsess over the larger picture like GLaDOS to the point where he fails to see the cracks. Yes, he's the one that breaks Chell out of the test chambers again, and yes, he's the one that came up with the sabotage plot - but it's important to note while he knows what to target in the sabotage, when we actually get there he doesn't quite know how to sabotage it, leaving Chell to figure it out on her own. She botches the Turret Quality Control Line with some minor guidance, but it's basically completely up to her to figure out how to cut off the Neurotoxin Supply. It's through her improvisation that Wheatley even manages to get into GLaDOS' chamber, tumbling through her neurotoxin vent and shattering the glass cage she trapped Chell inside of. It's through Chell's improvisation that the Core Transfer even occurs in the first place.

The script is flipped specifically when Wheatley takes charge, because oops - turns out a mind capable of focusing on the bigger picture might be pretty important when it comes to running an entire facility powered by it's own Reactor. Wheatley just completely zeroes in on his own personal pleasure, hacking up test chambers and the objects within them to try and figure out the easiest way to get his solution euphoria as quick as possible.

Still, something that's pretty interesting is that only Wheatley has ever managed to create a trap that's impossible to foresee and avoid, something GLaDOS has repeatedly failed to do to the point she ends up commending him. I believe this is because his way of thinking is a lot closer to Chell's compared to GLaDOS'. He puts up way more of a fight as the two run through the facility trying to get to him, seemingly improvising on the spot just like Chell has been over the course of the two games. Even his lair would be impossible to survive if it weren't for a single Conversion Gel pipe he somehow failed to notice and remove.

Whether in a laboratory deep beneath the soil or an alien tower tall enough to split the clouds, the ingenuity of even a single person is enough to topple a tower or destroy a supercomputer 3 times over.

Marc Laidlaw put what I'm trying to say into a single sentence when writing for the BreenGrub twitter account:

"The superstructure is riddled with cracks."

#portal #portal 2 #half life #half life 2 #hl #hl2 #aperture science #black mesa #the combine #GLaDOS #Wheatley #Chell #rambling #i think this is what happens when you've been having thoughts about a game franchise like . since birth

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theremustbeabear · 8 months ago

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a lot of monster media has a hard time with balancing making their monster incredibly dangerous but also keeping the most important characters alive without it seeming like obvious plot armour

but i think the terror does a really great job--not just because they do allow it to kill a number of important characters, but because of the composition of the two scenes where tuunbaq is beaten

the first, in ep 5, is when tuunbaq chases blanky up the foremast, which, on the surface, seems like a very obvious case of plot armour. tuunbaq kills several other crewmen with incredible ease in that very same scene, but then blanky is spared long enough to escape from it, simply because he's an important character.

but that's not what's going on there. all of the easy deaths, so far, prior to this, have occurred on tuunbaq's territory. on flat ground, on the ice, and now tuunbaq is staking its claim on terror. but terror is still occupied, and blanky, especially, is a man who is more at home on a ship than land. tuunbaq is beaten, here, because blanky is playing with a home turf advantage. blanky does have armour, but it's not because he's an important character--it's because tuunbaq has invaded the space where he's most comfortable, and so he goes up, to where he knows a bear can still follow him, but it'll be exposed, and too heavy to follow him all the way.

and this show has done a great job of setting the stakes, already, by this point--the first time i watched this scene, even though blanky was so far surviving the confrontation, i was incredibly sure that he wasn't going to make it out. i thought for certain that he was going to have to sacrifice himself in order for them to hit tuunbaq with the cannon, and so it was deeply satisfying when he actually survived. i was so fucking happy, because i was already starting to get sad about him being dead, even though he wasn't dead yet, lol. it feels earned, when he makes it out, and fair enough that he loses a leg in the process, too.

the second, in the final episode, is i think a bit more obvious, and considering how many other major characters get torn apart, it doesn't feel quite so much like crozier has plot armour. but tuunbaq is once again beaten by using the things that are not native to its land, that tuunbaq isn't designed to deal with. the sick and poisoned flesh of the seamen it's already consumed, for one, and then the boat chain.

and, for the second time, in order to beat tuunbaq, a limb must be sacrificed--crozier's hand, i think, counts, even though he loses it after the confrontation is long over, because blanky only loses his leg properly after the fact as well. and i think this can be brought around to how tuunbaq's shaman must remove their own tongue to communicate with it--if one wishes to have any sort of dominance over tuunbaq, a part of their body must be given in exchange. silna and her father give their tongues, blanky gives his leg, and crozier gives his hand.

and it is emphasized through hickey's failure that tuunbaq cannot be controlled by the expeditioners. the colonizers. it can be beaten back, and suppressed, and killed, through sacrifice, but it cannot be harnessed. it belongs to silna's people, to the inuit, and cannot truly be taken away. the only way to beat it is by invading its home with foreign powers and losing something of yourself in the process.

tl;dr thomas blanky doesn't need plot armour because he's just that good /silly and also this show is just. awesome.

#jupiter.txt #remus.txt #the terror #thomas blanky #francis crozier #tuunbaq #terror meta

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revelboo · 6 months ago

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Ahhh Clumsy Heart is everything!!! (And Point of Extinction too, I’m a sucker for Shockwave and Soundwave) Omg I love it so much! <3 I know its only 2 parts so far but I cannot wait to see how this develops! (No rush tho, take ur time /gen)

I love your writing so much!!! <3

Have silly Shockwave and smaller Shockwave [also if u squint u can see my Shockwave model kit torso in the background too, I just have the legs left and its finished]

Tiny Shock is so intimidating (and slightly horrifying, because I can just imagine him being pure rage at that size)

Clumsy Heart Pt 3

Soundwave x Reader, Shockwave x Reader

• He doesn’t understand as Soundwave just keeps crooning at you, the sound broken and miserable. Painful as it makes the chaos of jangling memories in his processor worse. Venting softly, Shockwave watches Soundwave stroke along your side. You’re causing Soundwave pain, but he isn’t allowed to remove you. Why isn’t he allowed? Watches you look up at Soundwave with frightened eyes, freezing when that stare slides to him and you shudder. Helpless little thing. His processor snares on that, on being helpless. Swearing he can remember being held down by rough, cruel hands, but the memory is a tattered thing, slipping away when he reaches it. Something that never happened even as it leaves him shaking with hatred. A stranger’s memory.

• Big servo stroking over you so gently, your heart races as the other one begins trembling faintly, that one angry optic dimming. And then the one stroking you turns his head, reaches to lay a hand on the other monstrous robot and his antenna flick up. Watching them exchange a look and even though there’s no expression on those alien faces, you have the impression that something’s wrong with the angry one. Tensing as the gentle one grabs the other’s only hand and pulls it to you. You cringe down as he guides the other’s servos to gently touch your head then slide down your spine. Is this why they took you? Are you a stray they found not understanding you didn’t need to be rescued?“Soundwave,” the purple one says, seeming to relax as he pets you. Is that the blue one’s name?

• Keeping a firm grip on Shockwave’s and in case he slips again, he guides the other mech’s servos against you. Knows you were taken for him because Shockwave thought you could replace what he’d lost, because he hadn’t understood, but stroking over you, letting him feel the beat of your little heart is calming down the scientist down. Grounding him. And letting Soundwave trespass in that broken mind, because somehow touching you, coming into contact with your mind is amplifying his ability. Sees that fragment of memory that Shockwave can’t reconcile. A shard of who he’d once been before Empurata. Knows those memories surface occasionally. That they hurt him when they do. They hurt Soundwave, too. Stark reminders of who his friend has been. That Senator Shockwave may as well be dead.

• Venting raggedly as he slides a servo against the fragile line of your throat, Shockwave can feel the warmth of you. Can feel Soundwave’s hand on his, ready to separate him from you if need be. And he’s not sure how he feels about you. A pitiful organic, afraid of them both. Weak. Big eyes stare up at him as you reach a trembling hand to touch his servo, though. Trusting him even though it’s counterintuitive to your continued survival. And that little touch jangles through him, spreading warm in a way that’s almost unsettling.

• Leaning forward, cannon thumping against the surface you’re on, those servos curl partially around you as his antenna go back. “Shockwave. Gently,” Soundwave says in reprimand when you start to panic. And then Soundwave is crooning again, that noise sinking into you, taking the edge off the fear. Dulling it. Servos releasing Shockwave’s hand, you shiver as you’re lifted, closing your eyes as the end of the cannon nudges at you. Prodding curiously, but gently. Wanting to ask to go home. To beg, but too scared to do anything that might upset the one holding you. As he tips your head toward him, you begin to cry.

Walking, walk, walking away

Just to lift a leg to start is the hardest part

I turn and trip on my clumsy heart

I always trip on my clumsy heart

We, before there was we

She only she, me merely me

Lonely

Lonely only

#transformers x reader #idw soundwave #shockwave x reader #idw shockwave #soundwave x reader

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firstaidemoi · 20 days ago

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Can we stop making everything about Batman/Batfam? Especially to the point that the other character and their part in the media, is pushed aside to make room for (a/the) Batfamily. ((Long post under cut))

If the profile picture didn't already give it away, yes, I have Shazam/Captain Marvel in mind while writing this.

His entire collection is flooded with Batfam works. I’m not against writing him interacting with the Batfamily, but all of the works are about him being used as someone who is basically going to or needing to become a part of Batman’s gaggle of orphans. Not him as a separate character with his own lore and really anything more than a plot point. Billy has siblings, a talking tiger, a magical city, a job, a superhero life and SO much more. But none of that is really expanded on (let alone added), unless it’s convenient in “Billy becomes a Batfam” fic. They don’t demonstrate his character on its own, he has to be portrayed in a way that makes him seem inevitably a part of the Batfamily, never just his regular self. (or with his own media or fine on his own.)

I would understand, but I’ve seen so many cases where a Batfamily member just straight up replaces a Shazam/Captain Marvel character. It just seems like a Billy fic can’t not be about the Batfamily in an essential way. To the point he’s treated like a random character they can just drop in to a Batfam centric work and not include much of anything about him and still treat it like a Shazam fanwork. There were so many times where Billy’s media could have been used or included and just wasn’t in place of Batman media.

My opinion may be very biased, but to me it just feels like they’re taking over all of his fan portrayals in the fandom without even including his lore, other characters, and correct depiction.

(No, I am not asking you to write him 100% accurate, but at least try to show that he’s his own character and not some drag-and-drop black hair orphan that needs to be saved, because that is not his character.)

I will admit I am upset, it seems like the only time his character is used is to be added into a work about Batman and his potential as a Bat. But he has his own media too, which goes unused or pushed aside to make him helpless in Gotham and in need of Batman to take him and protect him or show him “the true meaning of family” when:

A) Billy is self reliant, he’s got a job, an apartment in some cannons, and his own family. He is not helpless, he does not need to be saved by someone. He is a powerhouse of a superhero for one, the golden age comics tell a lot for two, and he’s been homeless or living alone managing himself in every cannon that has him without a foster family for three.

B) He has trust issues against adults and is also against the foster system. He is a consistent runaway from foster homes as well. But still, he found a way to love his own family. He does not need a new one to show him that or to adopt him.

C) He has his own family. He has Mary Batson/Broomfield, his sister; Freddy Freeman, his brother; and more if we include the Vasquez: Darla, Pedro, Eugene, Rosa and Victor. (We could also include Uncle Dudley, his Fawcett-based relative.) Billy already knows the true meaning of family and he has one. Even if we don’t count the Vasquez, we still have Mary, Freddy and Dudley; who are all major parts of his lore/character consistently. To get rid of all of them, is to remove large parts of his lore. It also, to me, is very odd to cut out his own family to give him a new one to show him love.

Anyways, what I mean is that he’s really only been written recently as someone a part of the Batman franchise, but he isn’t. That trope is fine, BUT, it’s almost the only time he is written and that is not the only part of his character or media. It makes it feel like that his only role is to be a part of the Batfamily when in reality that’s kinda getting rid of his character.

I hate to put it like this because I don’t want to make people feel bad about what they’re writing and enjoying, but it’s like those fics are taking over the Shazam fandom, and not even making it about Billy while doing it.

—> Feel free to discuss in replies I will try to answer.

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soberscientistlife · 10 months ago

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Judge Cannon needs to be removed from the case

#vote blue #vote democrat #vote harris

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ms-cellanies · 9 months ago

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Cannon is not only INCOMPETENT but truly STUPID. She has repeatedly failed to follow the rules set for judges to file her actions.

PLEASE READ & POST THIS ARTICLE.

CANNON SHOULD BE REMOVED FROM OFFICE.

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meow-moment · 4 months ago

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My distoipian short story i hope you like it

I wake up. I turn off my alarm clock (head implant) and leave my house. My mom is already at work, her job as a looping stripper hologram starts at 3am. I get on the city bus (flying) and head to dystopian megaschool. Chris Pratt Generalized Turbocademy, located in central HyperNeo CyberJersey.

As soon as I arrive the custodian android straps me into my infopod. The VR headset thrusts itself onto my eyes and feeds me two hours straight of propagandvertising (portmantaeu of propaganda+advertising). I am then quizzed.

"Who Won The Neon Wars?" It asks.

"PepsiCo," I answer.

"How Many People Died In The Neon Wars?"

"2.6 Trillion."

"Name One Long-Term Consequence Of The Neon Wars."

"The sun got extinguished."

And the quiz continues. I get every question right- if I got two or more wrong, my infopod would liquefy me and send my remains to the cafeteria to be served as lunch. The headset chastises my handwriting and recommends a stabilizer implant for my wrist. (I already have one but the machine is trying to get me to admit it's a bootleg. If I do admit it, I will also be liquefied.)

After that is lunch. They're serving my favorite today: liquefied students. I meet up with my friends Xyrone, Klazzz, and M.I.K.E. and we gossip together.

Xyrone is a hacker with a headset constantly strapped over his eyes and a bitcoin-mining rig surgically mounted to his back. He doesn't need to study because he can break through the school's firewall and change his grades to A's. We keep asking him to change ours too, but he's a Nova-Libertarian, so he thinks if we want it that bad we should do it ourselves.

Klazzz was recruited at age 8 to pilot a mech in the global manhunt for Saddam Hussien. (He'd have to be 900 years old by now at least, but modern medicine is crazy so I dunno.) A bully thinks it's be funny to mimic an explosion sound with his mouth right behind her, and her combat instincts kick in and she vaporizes him and his posse with her arm-mounted neutron cannon. (If anyone tries to remove it from her body, it shuts down her nervous system and then self-destructs, meaning it's classified as a disability aid)(that's why she's allowed to have it in school)

M.I.K.E. is a closeted singularity. He doesn't think anyone knows but he's obviously such a sjklop (slur for AIs) its not even funny. Sometimes I paint captchas on my face so he can't tell its me and then I beat the fuck out of him. I think it's funny.

We realize we all have next period free so we decide to skip class. On the way to our favorite pizza joint we notice a news bulletin being projected onto the sky. Greg (Eternal God-CEO, President, Emperor-Lord, and Judge of the Northern Hemisphere, as well as founder of tech startup Rooblop) is announcing that we're going to nuke Venus, just in case there are aliens there.

We turn around from the news just in time to realize that M.I.K.E.'s pathfinding has malfunctioned and led him into the middle of the street. He's hit by a car and immediately torn to shreds (all cars have sawblades mounted to the front to discourage jaywalking.) The driver doesn't even bat an eye (he's also an AI, his own pathfinding malfunctions a second later and he makes a sharp left turn into a crowded mall.) I save the footage and post it to the cloud. It gains 2 billion views over the next thirty seconds. Ten seconds after that, a rights organization cancels me for glorifying AI murder. On the horizon, I see a drone strike get called in on my Dystopian Megaschool, and I'm glad I skipped class.

We stop at the Dystopian Mega Pizza Shop on the way home. Their pepperoni is guaranteed to only be 90% liquefied high schoolers, and the cookies they sell even have real Khreim! (not to be confused with Cream, Creme, Kreem, Chreamm, or Kchreeighm.) Unfortunately, the entire restaurant is sold out, as the cadre of CopDrones in the corner bought everything edible in the building to fuel their starved appetites. Klazzz throws a disparaging insult in their direction, and in response they shoot Xyrone 87 times in the chest.

I arrive home. My mom is home on her 30 minute break. She's made meatloaf, made with Tomaytoh Soss(tm,) Garlic, Liquid Teenagers, and a whole lot of love. I give her a big hug. She says she has to run, but there's a special birthday treat in the freezer. I open it up to find a whole pint of ice cream waiting for me. My favorite flavor: mint chip.

And you'll never guess what it's made of.

That's right: Bugs.

THIS POST IS SATIRE

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wherearedagrapes · 25 days ago

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Thinking about SCU Amy as Amy if the events of Sonic CD happened without Sonic. Assuming that Robotnik is sent to the past after the Eclipse Cannon explodes in Movie 3 and that he basically puts in motion the events of Sonic CD, there’s no one to rescue Amy as a little girl or Little Planet. Sonic isn’t there to save her, inspire her, become her goal, etc.

It kind of reminds me of Sonic Prime in the sense that this is Amy if she never met Sonic. At her core, she’s fundamentally the same. But she’s no doubt a little sharper, rougher, harder because she had to save herself. Without Sonic to stop Robotnik, the battle on Little Planet would probably rage for years. And in all those years, Amy never wins. Her home is destroyed. Her people are enslaved, experimented on, or worse. She becomes a fighter, a rebel, to survive. But she becomes a hero because she has a huge, bleeding heart and wants to save her people and her planet. Instead of chasing Sonic, all of her passion is channeled into this: ending Robotnik’s reign of terror. It becomes her responsibility, her burden, and nothing else matters — not her life or her desires.

Amy has to grow up too fast. There’s no time for baking sweets or shopping for cute clothes or reading romance novels or going to concerts or fantasizing about her crush or other things that game Amy enjoys that teenage girls do. As is the case with all the cartoon characters so far, it makes sense that SCU Amy would act a little different from her game counterpart. But it is so important to me that she still has these interests and personality quirks and, assuming we spend time on Earth, I need this side of Amy to be pulled out the more she pals around with Sonic and his family and gets to experience what it’s like to just be a teenage girl. Be a silly kid.

The Sonic movies are very big on the importance of childhood, that kids have the freedom and security to mature and explore who they are and have fun — super-powered alien kids included. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles occasionally save the world, but most of the time they’re playing baseball and eating ice cream while Tom and Maddie, the adults, worry about bills and putting food on the table and the things necessary to survive. The kids don’t have to worry about day-to-day survival anymore, so they can just be kids. In the second movie, Sonic gives up having the power of a god because he recognizes that he’s still growing up and that he likes being a kid. He likes having a childhood.

I’m not expecting SCU Amy to act exactly like her game counterpart, and I’m okay with that if it makes sense given her backstory/circumstances. Those character changes only hit as hard as they do because we have seen Amy in the games. We've seen what she's like when Sonic is there to save her. She's lighter, sillier, more childish (in some games). Not that SCU Amy wouldn’t have shades of her bubbly, silly self, but she’s (probably) never had the luxury of being a child, of being immature and protected, of being safe. And I feel like a lot of people may look at SCU Amy and be like 'oh good Amy's not annoying anymore; this is so much better,' but it's tragic. It's tragic that SCU Amy doesn't get to be silly and childish. And I don’t think the movie would shy away from saying that.

Amy should’ve had — and still should have — a childhood. The space and security to have an embarrassing crush, to care about her looks, to have fun with friends, to express herself, to make mistakes. To be a teenage girl. I think and hope if the movie initially seems to remove some of the characteristics that Amy is known for and leans into the generic girlboss trope, the point would be to subvert the trope — to show Amy’s not better or more desirable without those characteristics. She definitely would not be some perfect dream girl. She’d probably be stressed, distrusting, controlling, selfless to a destructive degree, and it would be sad. And I think as you’d watch Amy bond with Sonic and co. and see her grow excited by malls, music, movies, etc. and indulge in this life she’s never had… you would want her to be that joyful, silly, romantic teenage girl. The movie would want you to want that.

And I'm hoping and praying if Sonic crushes on Amy that he only REALLY falls for her after he sees her silly, excitable teenager side, just to drive this point home.

#amy rose #sonic cinematic universe #sonic movie 4 #sonamy #barely but just in case i guess #being a silly obnoxious teenager that fans hate: sonic w🤝amy #not me though I think it’s funny #been thinking a lot about amy lately

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sincerelystuggling · 4 months ago

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If Andrew has piercing/tattoos during

I for one am a huge fan of Andrew being into body mods. I have seen fanart that I adore where my guy's ears have 6 extra holes each, he has snake bites, an eyebrow if not both pierced, nostrils? septum? Heck yeah.

Tattoos in places clothes will cover or just after graduation. Tattoos that may or may not cover the old scars for reasons ranging from silence, those are birthmarks, I don't have tattoos, they make me feel bonita, to I don't need anyone's pity.

But also, for piercings during cannon, we gotta know that taking out piercings doesn't make the holes invisible. Sure, no one else cared enough or got close enough to Andrew or Aaron just in case Andrew to check if his ears were Swiss cheese but Neil after a close car ride would have noticed. If not the lack of cigarettes by Aaron's notably flat ass to Andrew's apparent cake, it would have been the piercings that gave him away. Unless the twins match those too for a while, or Neil was just too far away to see at that point.

Plus, we now got darling Jean wondering how Cody hasn't ripped their piercings out, hoping they remove them before each practice and game. Neil being more if not just equally as obsessed as Jean would have mentioned that too right? He cares about two(2) things and its Exy and Andrew, it would have been mentioned.

So, in my mind, Andrew absolutely goes ham on the mods, maybe they all do, just not visibly until after at least the first book where it no longer has mentionable relevance to Neil's safety needs to know who's who and knows Andrew's got it handled. Then again, he clearly doesn't care about knives on the field so, big meh. Any and either way, y'all please keep making your art with him modded I treasure it.

#all for the game #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #neil josten #the foxhole court #Aaron gets his ears pierced and Andrew immediately get his too to be petty #Or maybe it was a birthday thing #They went together #Neil mentioed Matt's spiky hair #he would have mentioned metal bars #right?#The entire og team gets fox tattoos postgrad

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coffee-and-cake · 6 months ago

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Transformer Sparkling Headcannons Pt 1

Since I've gotten really into the Sparkling side of the Transformers fandom I decided to make some head cannons to look back on in case I ever wanted to write something about it.

This part will just be about their biology Might do another part where I do Human characters turned into sparklings headcannons. (Feel free to comment or ask which human character I should start with but warning you now I don't know all of them)

Cybertronian Biology: - Carrier and Sire coding - When a transformer has a sparkling (born or adopted) certain coding will take over to help improve a sparkling's survival and quality of life. If a sparkling is adopted by a single transformer the coding that takes over will depend on a lot of different factors. environment, needs, and even personality of the adopting mech. - Chassis - when not disguised to look like a human car the inside of a transformers vehicle mode looks like a large nest full of soft mesh. This part is moved to their chest when in root mode. When a sparkling is a newborn it will rarely leave its carrier's chassis unless removed. (depending on the size of the mech multiple sparklings can sit comfortably in their chassis) - Scruff bar - (This idea came from @witchofthesouls their sparkling works are amazing pls check them out if you haven't already) A Scruff bar sits on the back of a sparkling's neck. when grabbed the sparkling goes limp. This is to stop a sparkling if it's misbehaving, trying to run too far, or eating something it's not supposed to. A scruff bar will be present up to even its teenage years. (That's usually when it's used the most if you ask Optimus about bumblebees teen years) - Fuel Line - Sparklings can't consume straight Energon right away that's too much energy going into their tiny bodies. So they need a watered-down version from their creators. A sparkling can get this from either parent. It's located near the chassis so the Sparkling can have easy access to it when in their parent's chassis. - Status Screen - Carriers and Sires can access their sparkling codes and see what their needs are. While a Sparkling will let its creators know when they are sleepy or hungry many would rather keep playing or exploring to worry about food or sleep. If left unattended warnings will pop up on the creator's hud. - EM Field manipulation - Sparklings are very sensitive to other EM fields and can even be negatively affected by them. They are the main form of discipline when simply scruffing them isn't enough. Ex: Sparkling is refusing to come back to their Sire after being told it's recharge time? The Sire's EM field will press down on the Sparkling and force them into recharge. Sparkling is being fussy and not listening to their carrier? EM field presses down on the naughty sparkling and the sparkling eventually listens but it's gonna pout the whole time.

#transformers #optimus prime #fanfic ideas #transformers sparklings #rambles #headcanon

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worldly-fluster · 5 months ago

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Stingray

Rafayel x non-mc Reader

Part 1 of ?

*Non-cannon!*

**Again I have not actually read or watched anything for Rafayel's Myth so I will not be basing this off the Myth and I will get things wrong and miss little details but yeah I felt the need to write for Sea god Rafayel and Lumerian Rafayel...what can I say, I like non-humans lolol😅**

***I'm making everything up as I go...lol also MC has amnesia but still remembers who she is.***

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I stare out at the open sea, the sand between my toes and the salty breeze in my hair.

...I don't know what just happened.

The last thing I remember...I was home... something happened and I was doing something. I can't remember what but I do remember at some point suddenly smelling the sea breeze.

I hear I few seagulls squawk to my left, turning towards them I see a flock of them surrounding a pile of seaweed.

Out of curiosity, I walk over, scaring them off. I crouch down by the pile of seaweed, taking a nearby stick and poke it a few times, lifting some of it with the stick I noticed something.

This pile of seaweed had a fishie tail!

Removing the rest of the seaweed, I find that it's a dolphin that must have gotten beached at some point.

I sigh a bit in disappointment, thinking that it was dead but then it moves it's tail a bit. I gasp as I move to grab it's tail so I can pull it into the water. The dolphin makes a few clicking noises of distress.

"I'm sorry, this is the only way I can get you into the water faster..."

As if it understood me it stopped trying to struggle and continued to click.

When my feet hit the water, I almost fell but I kept pulling the dolphin. Once we made it to deep enough water I let go of its tail so it could possibly swim away but it just floated there.

I reached out and moved my hands soothingly over it's slightly dry skin, bringing it's blowhole above water.

We stayed like this, holding it up and letting it go under the water every once in a while. When it seemed to regain strength, it moved slightly away and swam in a circle around me slowly, clicking and singing as it went.

After a bit more, the dolphin seemed to be feeling much better. It swam up to me, nudging me with it's long snoot.

I giggled and ran my hand over it's head before turning to wade my way back to dry land. The dolphin turning to swim off before circling towards a few rocks peaking out of the ocean close to the shore.

A man sat hiding behind the rocks. His purple hair dark from the ocean water, his blue eyes seeming to burn into my back.

As it started getting dark I tried pulling some leaves and driftwood together to make a shelter, I even used the seaweed that covered the dolphin before.

Proud with my work, and not noticing my audience, I set to work trying to start a fire so I can stay somewhat warm tonight. It was getting cold.

I struggled. A lot.

I couldn't light a fire to save my life, quite literally in this case.

The silent observer felt...pity. So while I wasn't looking, trying to gather more sticks, he snapped his fingers and a small flame lit the bundle on the ground.

When I saw the now lit fire, I squealed.

"Thank you!"

I shouted out to the universe, not knowing that I actually did have help but just thinking it was a stroke of luck.

The man scoffed quietly from his hiding place, rolling his eyes, but his ears flushed.

He waited until you were asleep in your makeshift 'hut' before approaching.

He looked down at your sleeping face before saying.

"I only did this because you helped. Eye for an eye, so you people say."

He narrowed his eyes as you moved in your sleep.

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The day after I saved the dolphin, a few stingrays washed ashor. I helped them too, as much as I could with the barb on their tail. I ended up using some seaweed to loop around their fins to drag them into the shallows.

When I got them into the water, I let the seaweed go and it fell from their fins. Every time I freed a stingray back into the water from the sand, they would sit there for a moment as if in disbelief. Then they would swim away quickly.

After I got them all, I went back to my makeshift tent to sit and think.

What am I going to do?

I figured I could start by figuring out where exactly I am...so I set off to explore my surroundings.

After a small adventure, I figured out I was on a relatively small island. It used to be inhabited, what with the old-more like ancient- abandoned stone buildings. One sat not too far from where I was camped, the other was on the other side of the island, near a cliff edge.

The cliff wasn't high enough to kill on impact, but it would definitely hurt and if you weren't careful you could be carried by the waves and smashed into the cliff side. The only thing I won't do, is go into the ocean water unless I have to and luckily I also found a stream of fresh water leading from the building on the cliff down to a small pond that had water so clear it looked like glass.

I looked into the old rock buildings, there wasn't much but the one near my little camp could become my new camp. It still had a roof on it but it was missing it's doors, broken windows and looked ransacked.

I spent the rest of the day fixing up the main room so I could sleep more comfortably and out of the cold sea breeze.

Before the sun completely disappeared I went back to the beach to make sure nothing, no dolphins or stingray, got washed up again but all I found were pretty shells and what looks to be an old dagger.

Now that could be useful.

I once again said thank you out loud. Thanking the universe for my luck.

"Thank you! This'll help a lot..."

When I picked up the dagger, I felt the end of the blade, it was sharp enough to serve as a crafting tool but the rust on the metal would not be good for anything food related but I might be able to use it on the coconuts around the island.

I pocketed the pretty shells and the dagger to take back to my new camp, not noticing once again that I was being watched from those same rocks.

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The days went on similarly.

I would wake up, walk the beach to make sure nothing washed up. Help the stingrays that somehow always beach themselves and watch the water as dolphins splash by. Then I would go to the pond to get water or go for a quick swim.

The clothes I first found myself in becoming grimey so I looked deeper into the abandoned places and found some old cloth that I could turn into a robe of some sort while I tried cleaning my old clothes.

Every once in a while I would find a cool little trinket, most of them I have no idea what they even do but I take them with me anyway. The last one I found was a glass figurine of a stingray, it was mostly clear with an inside of blue. It was beautiful and simple.

In my new camp at the ancient remains of a building, I sat all the trinkets on a stone bench, the glass Stingray sitting proudly in the center.

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After about a week of doing the same thing I began to feel...watched?

I hoped I wasn't going stir crazy, being alone on an island with my only company being the fish and seagulls.

I didn't have much time to think on it because I was starting to feel...off.

I was getting lightheaded, nauseous and could barely sleep but I was so tired. I still went out to check the beach even though I just wanted to lay down, but only a few days of this and I found myself collapsing as I was stepping out of the doorway.

As I lay on the dirt, I wheezed, trying to breathe. I tried getting back up but my limbs felt like jello. After a second of trying to get up, I gave up as I let the black spots in my vision completely take over.

I passed out.

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"..."

You were late.

He sat on the sand, waiting, watching his beautiful tail's scales drying out. He stayed in this form just for your first meeting...and you were late.

You always walked the beach, looking for creatures to help at this time. Only, when he was the one that needed 'help' were you late.

Maybe you were just sleeping in...you did seem tired these past few days. He'll wait a little longer, but if you made him wait too long...

The sun was getting higher, burning down on his scales. He flopped his tail once before it quickly turned into legs and he stood up.

He turned and stormed towards the path he watches you take every day. His purple hair now completely dry from sitting in the sun, his eyes glowing blue in his temper.

He followed the path and could see the old building through the trees, but as he got closer he could see something that strangely... worried him.

He saw you, laying on the ground passed out.

He stood over you for a moment, watching as you struggled to breathe, before he bent down and felt your warm skin.

"..."

He sat still for a moment before sighing, rolling you onto your back and picking you up to bring you back inside your 'home'.

"You are lucky."

He grumbles, deciding to help you. But only because you helped the creatures of his domain...no other reason.

Yet.

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Tag list: @lavvytae

#Stingray #love and deepspace #this isnt including any other lads boys but ill put them here anyway so people can find this #love and deepspace sylus #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace imagine #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel #l&ds rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel #rafayel x reader #fishie of LADS

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vxtanne31 · 4 months ago

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As The Night Crawls

Part 2

Part 1 can be found in the link below

Sevika/Reader (nickname Cannon)

Made a Part 2 because of requests

Warnings: MEN AND MINORS DNI 18+, Oral (r!receiving,Sev receiving), fingering, Strap (r!receiving) F/F

It had been a week since that fateful night. Probably the best sex you had ever had. Both of you spent that night fucking until Sevika made you both go to bed. You had a job to do the next day and needed rest.

You both avoided showing any affection in public. Sevika was uncomfortable with the idea of anyone knowing she was fucking her work partner.

You and Sevika continued the routine of working for Silco and sitting at the Last Drop to gamble. You were in your usual spot in a chair next to her, nursing a drink and people watching. In between round of cards you would chat with Sevika and the men. You tried to keep things as normal looking as possible.

However, the tension between you and Sevika was thick. Work had been so busy that you and Sevika kept getting interrupted every time you tried to be intimate. It had become a constant frustration. Sometimes when no one was looking, Sevika would pull you into a dark corner and kiss you. The kisses were always hot and heavy, both of you groping every inch of flesh you could find. You never dared let Silco find you.

You were lost in thought when Veronica came up behind you and placed a kiss to your cheek. “Miss me? I was wondering if you wanted to meet me outside…”

You and this girl had once shared some fun in the alley next to the bar. However, a certain tall bionic woman was clenching her jaw as she tried to focus on her cards. Sevika’s grey eyes flickered to Veronica and then back to her cards, feigning disinterest.

“Not tonight, I have a late night job to do,” you took a cigarillo from Sevika’s case and lit one, not bothering to turn to Veronica.

Veronica tutted and began to massage your shoulders, “poor Cannon. Having to work so hard all the time for Silco. I can help release some tension.” Her hands wandered down to move over your chest.

You bit your bottom lip to contain your chuckle. Little did she know that your late night job would be Sevika. After a week of sitting with the sexual tension, you wanted more.

Sevika’s eyes wandered to where Veronica was touching you. She sucked in a breath through her nose, her patience with Veronica waning. She reached under the table and placed her mechanical hand on your knee. No one could see due to her red cloak. It was her only way of showing affection, or in this case, possession, in public.

You couldn’t lie that you were interested in seeing how Sevika would deal with her jealousy. You were, however, concerned about how Veronica would handle it. It wouldn’t be fair.

You gently removed Veronica’s hands from your body “Not now Veronica,” you lit the cigarillo and inhaled the smoke. O

Veronica stiffened at the obvious rejection. “Fine, enjoy being alone,” she huffed and walked away. She walked back to her friends who tried to console her. Didn’t seem to work because, Veronica ran out of the bar with her face in her hands.

Sevika’s eyes darted to yours for a split second, her mouth quirking to a smirk. “Think you just broke her heart.”

Your eyes followed Veronica as she ran out of the bar in tears. “I told her it was never gonna be serious.” You shrugged and took a drag of the cigarillo.

Sevika’s mechanical hand traveled up your leg and gently squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh before letting go. She went back to focusing on her game.

After another hour you were getting bored. You tipped your head back and took the rest of your drink down in one gulp. “Okay you degenerates, I’m going home.”

Before you got up you reached down and gave Sevika’s knee a squeeze. She flicked her eyes over to you briefly and recognized the look you gave her. She looked back at her cards and gave a curt nod, letting you know she understood.

You walked home alone, the streets still crowded with folks of the Undercity. As you placed your key in the keyhole to unlock it, you were met with someone placing their hand around your waist and pulling you against their body, trapping one of your arms between you and them.The familiar scent of cigar smoke, motor oil and sweat hit you.

“You must have walked quick,” you smirked as Sevika’s nose grazed the side of your exposed neck. You shivered as she inhaled your scent and placed a kiss at your pulse point.

“Open the door,” Sevika whispered, her hot breath making your body shudder. She ground her hips into your ass.

You turned the knob with your free hand and pushed the door open. Sevika wasted no time and walked forward, pushing you in along with her.

You laughed and let her take control, knowing it’s what Sevika wanted at this point. She pushed you towards the kitchen counter and made you turn around. You hopped on to sit so she could move between your legs.

Sevika kissed you feverishly, her hands moving and over your strong thighs and gripping.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck you all week,” Sevika rasped between kisses. She moved her hand up and unzipped your black leather vest, moving your tank top up to palm your breast with her flesh hand.

You arched to her touch. “I get it. I was about to pull you into the bathroom at the bar and eat your pussy in one of the stalls.”

Sevika groaned at your dirty words. “Plenty of time for all that tonight,” she brought her lips back to yours, her tongue sliding expertly into your mouth. She pulled your legs higher to wrap around her waist. You locked your legs around her as she lifted you off the counter to carry you to your room.

“Fucking hell you’re heavy,” Sevika grunted as she walked over to your bed and set you down on it.

You scoffed and untangled your limbs from Sevika’s waist, laying on the bed like she wanted. “Yeah well can’t be a wafer when my job is to beat people up.”

Sevika shook her head and kneeled in front of the bed. She took one of your legs and propped your foot on her knee to unlace your combat boot. “If I dropped you in the water you’d sink to the bottom.”

“Oh please, you probably got at least twenty pounds on me,” you rolled your eyes and helped Sevika take your boots off.

Sevika snorted as she finished with the other boot and moved to unbuckle your belt. “Twenty? Try thirty,” she pulled the belt from the loops,the leather making a resounding ‘crack’ and threw it on the floor.

“Hell no, you’ve seen me lift. Definitely only twenty and I’m being generous.” You lifted your hips for Sevika to shimmy off your pants and underwear. You pulled your remaining tank top over your head before Sevika could rip another.

Sevika smirked and shook her head as she toed off her own boots. “Man, you love to argue.” She pulled at her belt and started shedding her own clothes. “Have you forgotten this?” She waves her mechanical hand. “Weighs a bit more than your flesh and bone.” She wiggled her fingers for dramatics.

You rolled your eyes and sat up, unashamed of your nudity. “That doesn’t count.”

Sevika mimicked your eye roll and pushed you down with a large hand. She unbuckled her cropped vest and threw it somewhere in the room. “What did suggest last time? Sit on your face to shut you up?” Sevika unzipped her fly and pulled her underwear and pants down in one.

You stared up at Sevika completely naked before you. “Well hop on then,” you curled your finger, motioning her towards you.

Sevika crawled onto the bed and bent down to kiss you. The kiss was surprisingly tender, especially since both of you had been frantic. Her thigh slid in between your legs, her hips moving to grind against you. Sevika groaned softly as her flesh hand explored the soft skin of your torso. She parted her lips from yours to stare down at you, her eyes hazy and soft.

You looked up at Sevika, reading the slightly vulnerable expression. You reached out a hand and cupped her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss. You poured your affection for her into it, running your fingers over her back, moving to grope her larger chest.

Sevika melted into your embrace, starved for touch. She moved her lips from your neck to your nipple, sucking the pierced bud into her mouth. She wanted to taste you, touch you, inhale the scent of your skin.

You submitted to her embrace, knowing it is what Sevika desired. You let her explore your body, writhing to the sensation her mouth and hands brought to you.

Sevika felt your body relax underneath her and smiled against your nipple. She moved to kiss in between the valley of your breasts, her steel eyes flashing up to meet yours. Her heart jumped when she saw your green eyes staring back at her. Her head swam with feelings, making her heart pound violently. Was she about to have a heart attack? She removed her mouth from your skin and in haled through her nose and exhaled from her mouth. She didn’t know whether she wanted to kiss you or run away.

You could see Sevika’s shoulder’s tense like she was going to bolt, her eyes mildly panicked. “Hey, hey,” you ran your calloused hand over her flesh bicep and then over her back. “It’s okay, just breathe.”

Sevika shook her head furiously to bring her back to reality. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She kept taking deep breaths, moving to rest her head on your chest.

You continued to rub Sevika’s back soothingly, feeling her body start to relax in your embrace.

Sevika hated to admit that the mere scent of your skin comforted her. She felt embarrassed by the betrayal of her own body.

You pulled Sevika’s head up to meet her eyes. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen her. You leaned in and kissed Sevika softly.

Sevika began to snap out of her self-sabotaging thoughts as soon as you kissed her again. Her weight fully on top of you as she melted into your embrace. She let you flip her over onto her back, your bodies still pressed against one another.

You came up for air, your lips still centimeters apart. “Let me take care of you Sevika,” you whispered and trailed your mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping gently, moving her hair out of the way for better access. You found the spot that made her groan and grind against you. Your thigh in between her legs ground against her pussy, the wetness becoming more apparent. You wanted her ready, aching for you.

Your mouth kissed down to her chest, mimicking her actions earlier and taking a dark nipple into your mouth. Her other breast was heavy on your palm as you groped her.

Sevika grasped the sheet underneath her as she watched you explore her body. You knew exactly what she needed, you adjusted to help her feel at ease. Sevika had never felt so…taken care of.

You kissed down Sevika’s toned stomach, your hands caressing her sides. “Move back,” you commanded softly.

Sevika sat up and moved further back on the bed. You took another pillow and put t behind her so she was comfortable. Sevika licked her lips, watching you settle in between her legs once more. Your mouth was inches away from her sex.

Your eyes met with her’s as your tongue swiped up the seam of her pussy to her clit. Sevika shuddered and closed her eyes in pleasure. She was met with a harsh smack to her thigh.

“Eyes on me Sevika, I want you to watch me as I make you cum.”

Sevika didn’t know if she was more turned on by the way you said her full name or the vulgarity of your words. She grasped the back of your head and pushed you down to her aching cunt.

You went to work, listening to Sevika’s commands of ‘put your tongue in me,’ or ‘a little to the left,’ and ‘suck my clit.’ You wanted to give her all she wanted and deserved. She took so much crap from everyone, she deserved someone who wanted to give.

Sevika rolled her hips with your mouth, her metal hand cradling the back of your head as she propped herself up with the other. She wasn’t very vocal during sex, only letting out a few groans and grunts. She let her head fall back when you did something that felt really good.

At some point you had closed your eyes, reveling in her taste, your hand wandering up to grasp her breast. Sevika tugged your hair, making you open on eye to look at her.

“Eyes back on me. You wanted to see me cum. Fuck- I’m close.”

Your other eye slowly opened to meet Sevika’s. Her admission in combination with her taste was making you so wet.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming ah!“ her words came out in gasps as she stared down at you. She kept a firm grip on the back of your head, her body tensing and shuddering as the orgasm rolled through her.

Your face became covered in her wetness, thighs squeezing around your head, almost suffocating you. You sucked on her clit to ride out her orgasm until she tugged on your hair to get you to stop.

You rested your head on her thick thigh, the air returning to your lungs. You felt her reach down with her flesh hand and run her fingers through your loose hair. The affection of the touch was not lost on you. You traced your index finger over her inner thigh, making little patterns over her skin.

This was the most intimate sex Sevika had experienced in a long while. She watched you relax under her touch, your thick locks threaded in her fingers. Eventually, she tugged your hair to get your attention.

“I brought something,” Sevika reached down and took something from a bag you didn’t realize she had brought in. Inside was a large, purple dildo and strap.

You couldn’t help but wince a bit. “I’m assuming you want to fuck me with that?”

Sevika nodded and watched as you sat up on your knees. “I think you’d like it.”

“I-uh, haven’t been on the receiving end of that for a long time.” You rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes.

Sevika tilted her head in curiosity. “Have you ever been strapped? Or was it a man?”

You pursed your lips. “I had sex with a man twice. Both times felt physically okay but I realized I didn’t like men pretty quick.”

Sevika sat up and scooted closer to you, gripping your chin to look at her. “Don’t be embarrassed.” She leaned in to kiss you, tasting herself on your tongue. The kiss became heated, your body reacting to her touch. Sevika broke the kiss and moved her lips to graze the shell of your ear. “I’ll be gentle. But if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to do it.”

You could tell that Sevika really wanted to try. You bit your bottom lip. There was nothing gentle about Sevika. “Okay.”

Sevika pulled her head back to meet your eyes “okay?”

You sighed and nodded, “okay I’ll try it. Just go easy, I need to walk tomorrow.”

Sevika sat up and pulled her legs through the strap pulling it up to her waist. “Lie back,” she commanded as she tightened the straps.

You looked down at the object now covering Sevika’s sex. Even though you preferred looking at her pussy, It was oddly erotic on her. The purple phallus looked intimidating, jutting out in front of you at eye level. You stared at it warily as you complied with Sevika’s request and relaxed back on the bed.

Sevika sensed your tension as she approached between your legs. This was the first time she saw you stripped of your cockiness, unsure and nervous of giving Sevika such control.

Sevika felt her impatience rise to the surface and had to swallow it back down. She wanted to pull you roughly and shove her cock into you. But this was you she was dealing with. You weren’t like the other women she had been with.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sevika pulled at your hip, deciding to switch it up.

You hesitated again and Sevika pulled you up to bring her lips to yours in a reassuring kiss. Once she felt your body relax, she pulled away. “Trust me pretty girl.”

You nodded and turned around, blushing as Sevika ran her hand over your back and to your firm ass. Sevika reached her fingers down to your entrance, inserting two to see how ready you were. You gasped as her thick fingers easily pushed into you. “You’re so wet. This all from eating my pussy?” Sevika smirked and pumped them a few times.

You moaned, Sevika’s filthy words turning you on even more than her fingers. “I love making women cum.” This earned you her fingers being removed and a harsh slap on the ass. You yelped and turned to glare at her. “Ow! what the fuck!?”

Sevika glared back. “I’m the only woman you’re gonna make cum from now on.”

You rose an eyebrow, “jealous much?” You countered and turned your head back forward

Wrong thing to say. Sevika grasped your hair and hauled you up against her chest, her metal hand trapping you to her. “I’m possessive, and you, doll face, are mine.” Despite the roughness of her actions, she placed a tender kiss to your cheek. “Nod that you understand.”

You didn’t even want to argue. You nodded and Sevika let go of your hair pushing you to back down to brace yourself on the bed.

She pressed the tip to your entrance and grasped your shoulder for support. “Just relax into it.”

“Easy for you to say.”

You took a deep inhale of breath as you felt the tip prod you. You bit your bottom lip and tried to relax your body as much as possible as Sevika pushed in. There was a slight burning as she made it halfway. Then, without warning, Sevika shoved herself fully in. “AH! What the seven hells?!” You turned back to sneer at her.

Sevika pulled back out and thrust back in. “Shut up and give it a few minutes, it will feel good.” Sevika’s eyes were filled with a crazed lust. She really did enjoy using the strap.

You looked away, knowing you wouldn’t back out now and breathed through the discomfort. You felt Sevika’s pelvis hit your ass, forming a tempo as she thrusted in and out. The burning started to turn to pleasure and you pushed yourself back against her.

Sevika noticed you starting to enjoy yourself. “Thats it baby girl, take my fucking cock.”

Your eyebrows almost rose to your hairline at Sevika calling the strap her ‘cock’ but you said nothing. You let yourself get lost in the feeling, enjoying the feel of Sevika gripping your waist as she picked up her pace even faster.

“Sev you feel so fucking good!” You encouraged her, moving along with her thrusts. Her fingers dug into your hips in a bruising force.

Sevika could feel her clit twitch behind the strap as she fucked you with it. She pulled out and flipped you over, leaning into your body to thrust back into you. She grabbed under your knee to push your leg out further. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she slapped her hips against you. Sevika leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, her body coiling tight. “I wanna see you cum all over me baby.”

“Ah fuck Sev!” You moaned against her lips, gripping her hair hard. It felt really good but you needed more. You moved down to rub your clit but Sevika pulled your hand away and replaced it with her own, her thumb applying the correct pressure.

Sevika’s rhythm was faltering as she held herself above you, her circles on your clit getting sloppy. “Ah! Cum for me baby, let me hear you pretty girl.”

You came at Sevika’s words, crying out her name and arching into her. Sevika fucked you through your orgasm, letting out a string of curses as she shuddered and held the strap deep inside of you, her pelvis pressed against you.

Sevika collapsed, arms going weak, still shaking and panting from the come down. She kissed your breasts as she buried her face against them.

You let Sevika relax against you, running your fingers through her hair soothingly, her hair dampened by sweat. “Man you’re tired for someone who spends hours in the gym.”

Sevika huffed against your breast. “I would tell you to shut up. But I know you won’t.” Sevika didn’t move, enjoying your attention to her scalp.

“Take that thing off and sit on my face. I told you that is the only way to shut me up.”

“Will you give me a minute woman? I just came.” Sevika groaned and shifted her hips.

Your fingers froze in Sevika’s hair. “Wait you came? How?”

Sevika pulled out of you slowly making you hiss. She rolled over next to you in the bed and pulled the strap off her hips, throwing it to the floor. “Come here beautiful” Sevika pulled your head to crook of her flesh arm, your body flush to her side. “For your information, I can cum just by fucking someone with the strap. I love it.”

“Really? Never knew that was a thing.”

You kissed the side of her breast and ran your fingers along her chiseled abdomen.

Sevika took your wandering hand in her mechanical fingers and guided it to her core. “Feel for yourself,” she let your middle and ring finger wander through her sopping folds, her breath going heavy again at your touch. She turned her face so her nose brushed against yours, lips inches from touching. “Don’t doubt my stamina girl. You’ve heard what they’ve said about me at Babbette’s. I’m insatiable.” Sevika brought her mouth to yours in another heated kiss.

You moved your fingers gently, avoiding her twitching clit. You inserted two of your fingers into her, pumping them in and out. You broke the kiss and stared into here beautiful eyes, hooded from pleasure. “And you’ve heard what they said about me.” You pumped your fingers in and out faster.

Sevika shifted her hips towards your body as you fucked her with your fingers, her body moving to your touch. She removed your hands and moved to straddle your face, her body facing your lower half.

“This is a great fucking view,” You smiled and slapped Sevika’s ass as she was bending forward to reach your sex. The sound reverberated through the room.

Sevika stopped her decent and turned to look at you, her upper lip curling into a sneer. “You think you’re funny girl?”

“Hilarious actually,” you shrugged and lifted your head to take a long lick at her sex.

Sevika rolled her eyes and shook her head, turning back to spread your legs. “you’re a little brat,” she said hotly against your wet pussy.

“And you’re a bitch,” you clapped back and attacked her clit with your mouth, sucking on it harshly.

Sevika squeezed her eyes shut at the onslaught and went to pay the same attention to your sex, her skilled mouth delving into your folds.

You both worked tirelessly, both arching and grinding against each other’s mouths. It was almost as if both of you competed to see who could make the other one cum first.

You were nearing the edge when you saw Sevika’s mechanical hand clench the sheets, a familiar tearing sound echoed the room. Sevika was fighting for her life to hold off before you. You were not about to lose to her. You moved to Sevika’s puffy clit and sucked hard, gripping her thick thighs in a bruising hold.

“Ah shit Cannon I’m gonna-“

Sevika snapped, her clit not withstanding your assault. She sat up with her weight on your face as she came, grinding against you, body convulsing.

You were completely under Sevika, her weight against your head. You sucked her clit through her orgasm, letting her use you for her pleasure.

Sevika tried to catch her breath as she came down from the high. Only then did she feel the sharp slaps to her thigh. Sevika hurriedly lifted her hips from your face.

You took a ragged gasp of air. You were a second away from passing out from lack of oxygen. Your vision had darkened around the edges. Every breath felt as though a gift.

Sevika moved away, genuine concern etched into her face as she watched you catch your breath. Sevika hesitantly reached out, her flesh hand moving to rub center of your chest. “Breathe girl. Are you all right?”

You stared at the ceiling and ran a hand through your sweat damp hair. “Yeah, I mean if that was the way I died, would’ve died happy.”

The thought of you being gone from the world made Sevika expel a ragged breath. She moved to lay down next to you, staring up at the ceiling. A comfortable silence befell you both.

You could tell something was on Sevika’s mind. You turned on your side to look at her, resting your head on your hand. “You ok?”

Sev said nothing, she reached down over the bed and found her cigarette holder. She lit one and handed it to you, lighting one for herself. “Mind if I stay here tonight?”

The question was so straightforward, no BS or emotion, just as if she asked you about the weather. “Yeah stay as long as you want Sev. Gotta change the sheets though. You tore through these.”

Sevika shrugged and took a deep inhale of her cigarillo, blowing the smoke out to the air. “I’ll buy you a new set.”

You shrugged back and stared up at the ceiling. You could feel Sevika’s walls climb back up around her as she laid there quiet. She showed you a vulnerability during sex that she wasn’t comfortable with. You took another inhale and sighed, sitting up to go get the fresh sheets.

You felt a cold metal hand wrap around your wrist. “I meant what I said.” She pulled you to lay back down, her eyes still focused on the crack in the ceiling.

“When you said what exactly?”

Sevika’s jaw clenched, “that you’re not going to fuck anyone but me from now on.”

You were silent for a moment and swallowed, “does that same rule apply to you or will you still be frequenting the brothels?”

Sevika gave you a brief side eye and took another drag and exhale before responding. “I haven’t been to Babette’s since I fucked you.”

You quirked your eyebrow and turned your body, lying on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You must really like me then.”

Sevika turned her head to look at you, studying your face “I do. Is that a problem?” She moved a strand of hair from your eyes.

Sevika’s eyes bore into you, as if searching for something. “No problem at all. I like you just as much.”

“So we agree? Only me from now on?” Sevika’s stare was unwavering.

You pursed your lips. “Have you ever been in a monogamous relationship Sev?” You sat up and leaned against the headboard, taking another drag before getting an ashtray and putting it in between you two.

Sevika didn’t like where the conversation was turning. “Not for a long time.”

“What happened?”

Sevika was quiet for a moment and flicked her cigarillo’s ash onto the ashtray. “She couldn’t be loyal.”

You tilted your head and took a drag. “How did two you meet?”

“She worked at Babette’s.”

“Well there’s your first problem-“ you started but Sevika gave you a glower that would turn anyone’s insides cold.

“Don’t you think I don’t know that?”

“Well you obviously didn’t at the time.” You shrugged.

“Forget it.” Sevika put out her cigarillo quickly and was about to get off the bed.

You grabbed her wrist. “No no shit I’m sorry Sev. I’m an asshole. I’m really sorry.”

“I’m trying to be serious with you for a moment and you can’t stop giving me wise-ass remarks.” Sevika gritted but didn’t throw your hand away from her.

You put out your cigarillo and sat up on your knees. “I-I’m sorry. I do want this, okay? I want you.” You sighed and looked down and away. “I am new to this too. You were my friend for these two years. And now you’re something more. I need to learn how to be more gentle.”

Sevika sat there silent, watching you grapple with your emotions in front of her. She gave you the space to continue.

You removed your hand from her wrist but held her hand in both of yours. “I’ve only ever really been on my own and- and I guess I use my sarcasm to deflect serious situations. I’m sorry.”

Sevika took her hand from your grasp to grip your chin, tilting your head up. “Look at me.”

You couldn’t, memories of your parents who mistreated you, people who took advantage of you and heartache you endured rushed to the surface. Years of unshed tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Cannon, look at me.”

You sucked in air through your nose and let out a shaky breath, repeating the process three times before looking at her. Even though you had stopped the tears, your eyes still head the glassy appearance.

Sevika’s eyes softened when she saw how close you were to breaking down. She loosened her grip on your chin and moved to cup your cheek. “I’m not easy either. I’m just as fucked up too. This could end with both of us even more fucked up than we already are. But-“ she closed her eyes took in a deep breath. “But I’m sick of watching you with other women. I want you, for myself.”

Your lip quirked in a shaky smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Guess you really didn’t like seeing that girl paw at me earlier.”

“Cannon shut up, yes or no?”

It was your turn to search Sevika’s eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in. Sevika wanted you, and you wanted her. Why were you being so stupid? Why were you making her wait for an answer?

“Yes.”

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