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Love Stings

Normally when I post request fics, I reply directly to the ask I was sent, but in this case I was sent a dm by the requester, and they wanted to remain anonymous at the time. So here’s to you, friend! I hope you enjoy this and that it fits your idea! I hope it’s alright! Hell, I don’t even know if you’re going to see this, but here’s hoping. This got super long! It’s over 8500 words. Enjoy!

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, fuck or die situation, away mission gone wrong, sex pollen type situation, as consensual as a sex pollen situation can be, mutual pining, fingering, woman on top, dirty talk, praise kink, begging, implied oral sex (female receiving), smut with feelings.

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“Why does a Romulan need a Federation escort, again?” I asked as I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Captain Sisko down the corridor.

“Because Federation runabouts are able to withstand a particular form of radiation that utterly fries Romulan computer technology. In order to reach the planet where their probe went down, you need to pass through an asteroid field absolutely teeming with that radiation,” he answered as we reached the runabout airlock. “Starfleet isn’t about to give a Romulan free reign with one of its vessels.”

“And why can’t he and his men just, y’know...fly around that asteroid field instead?” That seemed like a rather obvious solution.

“Because that would take them several months out of their way - time which none of us can afford to spend in Dominion territory,” the Captain said as he handed me a small case. “You’ll need those.”

“What are they?”

“Earplugs,” he said with a smirk.

“Remind me: why was I chosen for this oh-so-special mission?” I asked slipping the case into my bag. Instead of the Captain, another voice piped up from directly behind me.

“Because, my lovely Lieutenant, you are the only one who can put up with me for long stretches.” Oh no. I knew that voice. With dread and several other emotions pounding away in the pit of my stomach, I turned and saw none other than Senator Letant wearing a mirthful smirk as he took in the look of sheer disbelief on my face. “Come, come, my dear, I would’ve thought you’d be overjoyed to see me again! After all, I requested you specifically for this little adventure.”

I opened my mouth to protest this assignment, but when I looked back, Captain Sisko had made himself scarce.

“Oh, let’s just get this over with,” I groused stepping around the Romulan and into the Shenandoah. Tossing my bag onto one of the benches at the back of the craft, I made my way to the cockpit with a pair of much-too-spry footsteps following in my wake.

“Just think of it, Lieutenant! We’ll have a whole week in the Gamma Quadrant, just the two of us.” Letant’s enthusiasm made me roll my eyes.

Of course he would be excited about this. He enjoyed flirting with me - or, more accurately, with anything that moved. Unfortunately, I enjoyed his banter, too, but how the hell was I supposed to keep him from seeing that for a whole week? If he knew, he’d be twice as insufferable as he already was.

With a quiet sigh, I refrained from responding, choosing to go through the pre-flight checks, instead. He rattled on while I ensured everything was prepped, but after several minutes of receiving no response from me, he laid a hand on my forearm. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the contact - a fact which didn’t go unnoticed by my co-pilot.

“Are you alright?” He sounded genuinely concerned, but I simply pulled my arm away and muttered a quiet ‘yes.’ Disbelief and sarcasm colored his tone when he spoke again. “Yes, of course. That must be why you’re behaving the way you are. In case you’ve forgotten, Lieutenant, I’m rather adept at spotting lies.”

Swallowing nervously, I turned back to my instruments.

“I’m fine. Pre-flight checks are all done. We’re ready to go,” I said, opening communications with the station before he could protest. “Shenandoah to Ops. All systems are green. Requesting permission to disembark.”

“Permission granted, Shenandoah,” Major Kira answered. “Sealing airlocks and releasing docking clamps. Have fun out there, you two. May the Prophets guide you.”

“Thanks, Major. We’ll be home before you know it. Shenandoah out,” I said as I closed communications and released our own docking systems. “Twenty seconds to the wormhole.”

“And how long until you tell me what’s bothering you, Lieutenant?” From my peripheral vision, I could see that the Senator had turned his chair to face me. If he was already able to tell that something was wrong, I really needed to compose myself. Otherwise, the next week was going to be hell.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just had a rough morning, that’s all,” I lied as I lowered our speed for the trip through the wormhole. “I should be back to my usual self in a little bit.”

“I see...” he murmured sounding no more convinced than he had a few moments before. “Well, if you require a sympathetic ear, I’d be more than happy to fill that role, and we are quite alone. Anything you told me would remain in total confidence.”

As light enveloped our little craft, I looked over at him, finding sincerity in his expression. I paused, though, because the ever-shifting light filtering into the cabin made his features glow. Letant looked almost ethereal - the changing hues flowed across his face, highlighting his forehead ridges, his nose, his lips, and making it impossible to ignore his beauty.

“Thank you, Senator. I’ll take that into consideration.” My voice came out raspier than I’d expected, making my cheeks burn. Before I could look back at the panel in front of me, though, Letant gave me a surprisingly gentle smile.

“I think we can safely skip the formalities, don’t you? There is nobody else here, and I certainly won’t be offended by a little added familiarity. Please, feel free to call me Letant,” he murmured, and I agreed quietly. A flash drew my attention away from him and back to piloting the runabout. We’d exited the wormhole.

“If you’ll input the coordinates, Letant, I’ll set a course,” I said, and a quiet hum came from the man beside me. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you say my name before, but I must admit...I quite like the way it sounds coming from you,” he murmured as he moved to do as I suggested. It felt strange to say his name when I wasn’t alone. The only place I’d said it before was when I was in my bed in the dead of night, but he definitely didn’t need to know that. He’d never let me live that down.

As soon as the course was set, I initiated the autopilot and took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I leaned back in my seat. It would take us about three days to get there at our vessel’s maximum warp.

“I can feel you staring at me, y’know.” My murmured observation drew a huff of incredulous laughter from my companion.

“Ridiculous. Utter rot. Even Romulans are not that perceptive,” he scoffed, but I just smirked.

“Haven’t you ever heard a Human say they felt eyes on the back of their head before?”

“I have.”

“They mean it. Yes, that expression can be used to communicate paranoia, but usually the person is being literal. We can feel when we’re being watched. We may not be able to pinpoint where it’s coming from, but a gaze can be felt as easily as a touch,” I explained, cracking my eyes open and tilting my head, finding him looking at me stunned as I’d expected to. Scientifically, that was only partially correct with psychological bias factored in, but he didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty details. “I wonder, was it you staring at me in Quark’s the other night? Or was it some other inebriated patron?”

“Who told you I was in the bar?” He fired back with a knowing raise of an eyebrow.

“Nobody. You and your guards make quite an entrance everywhere you go. I saw you arrive, but I thought little of it,” I lied, trying to give the impression that I hadn’t seen him in a gorgeous green tunic he’d never worn before. He’d looked so handsome that night, but I couldn’t show that I cared about his looks. He’d never let me live it down.

“That’s too bad. I’d hoped to ask your opinion on my tunic. I don’t often wear purple garments,” he said, and before I could stop myself or think better of it, I blurted out what I was thinking.

“But it was gre–” I broke off, but he’d heard just enough to widen his smile.

“You’re quite right. It was green, but how would you know that, e’lev?” Letant asked leaning closer to me. “I thought you didn’t care that I’d been in the bar?”

“I didn’t. As I said, your entrances aren’t exactly subtle. Everyone in the bar likely noticed you and your new tunic. That hardly makes me unique,” I said trying to explain my statement away, but his voice just lowered a bit more, becoming more velvety and delicious.

“...I don’t recall mentioning that the tunic was new.” He practically radiated triumph and glee, even as I internally cringed at my slip.

“And you still haven’t answered my original question,” I deflected as I stood and walked to one of the other sensor arrays as an excuse to put a little space between us. Beginning to perform a re-calibration, I nearly rolled my eyes when I heard footsteps behind me.

“You’re right. I never did answer your question. How rude of me,” the Senator said, his voice growing ever closer. Eventually, one of his hands rested on the bulkhead near my shoulder, and the other rested gently on my waist. “I admit I did look at you quite frequently that night, but I simply cannot resist a gorgeous view when it’s offered so freely. You seemed so relaxed. Nevertheless, allow me to apologize for staring like a lecherous rogue. Tell me...how can I make it up to you?”

His mirthful, suggestive question was practically whispered against my ear, but I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress a shudder of pleasure. It would be much too easy to turn and connect my lips with his.

“No need, Senator,” I murmured, hating how shaky my voice sounded. Ducking carefully under his arm, I went back to my seat and acted like I was double-checking the sensors. The Romulan let out a sigh, but he didn’t look too disappointed when he returned.

“You might change your mind over the course of our journey,” he said lounging in his chair, “and if you do, I’m quite open to any suggestions you might have.”

This was going to be a long trip.

The next morning, I stumbled through my usual routine, shuffling into the cockpit of the runabout with a hot mug of coffee clutched in my hands. Blinking sleepily as I took my seat, I started checking the sensors and our course.

“Well, well, good morning!” Amusement practically dripped from Letant’s voice. Oh, it was too early for this. “You seem to be out of uniform today.”

“Since we won’t be at our destination for another couple of days, I thought I may as well wear something a little more comfortable,” I said glancing down at my oversized shirt and sweatpants. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t mind if we dropped some of the formalities? If you object, I can always get back into uniform...”

“Oh no, don’t you dare! I don’t mind at all. I’ve never seen you looking so ravishing,” he crooned as he raked his eyes over me. “Is this how you normally dress when you’re not on duty?”

“Yep, this is my favorite shirt, actually,” I answered sipping my coffee. I’d had it for so long that was beginning to go threadbare in a few places allowing my skin to peek through - a fact I hadn’t given much thought to before, but which I was now acutely aware of with the Senator’s roving eyes on me. “I take it you approve?”

“Oh, heartily, but I’ve never known you to need another person’s approval,” he said leaning toward me in my peripheral vision.

“And you seem to need the approval of every woman who dares to glance in your direction.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but once it was out I couldn’t put it back no matter how much I might want to.

“Not every woman. Only you,” he responded without missing a beat, and my eyes snapped up to meet his before I could think better of it. Beneath the obvious hunger in his expression, there was something...soft and vulnerable that startled me into looking away.

No. No, I was imagining that look. I had to be. Letant was a Senator. He could have any woman he wanted. There was no way he’d want me.

The rest of the day, Letant seemed somewhat more subdued, alternating between focusing on a Romulan data PADD he’d brought with him and the readout from the primary sensor array. I still caught him looking over at me occasionally, but he wasn’t nearly as determined to drive me insane as usual.

We decided to alternate who got the early morning shifts so that neither of us would be overly tired. Thus, the second morning, I was halfway through my second cup of coffee before Letant emerged from the aft section of the runabout. Glancing back at him, I noticed his own informal wardrobe for the day and did a double-take. Wearing only a pair of midnight blue sleep pants and an open, matching silk robe, Senator Letant stole my breath as he did nothing more but take his seat in the copilot’s chair.

So that was what he was hiding beneath his uniform!

“See something you like, e’lev?” Tearing my eyes away from the smattering of hair on his well-defined chest, I looked up to see him giving me a knowing smile. “Oh, don’t go quiet on me again. We’ve made so much progress on that front in the last couple of days. Would it help if I got back into my uniform?”

“Don’t you dare,” I murmured, repeating his own words back at him and drawing a devilish grin from him.

“I believe that’s the boldest flirtation I’ve ever received from you,” he declared crossing his legs and allowing his eyes to skim down the length of my body a little slower than the day before.

“Who said it was flirtation? If I have a right to be in my pajamas, so do you.”

“Ah, it’s a matter of equality, then. How curious. I could’ve sworn I saw you bite your lip a few moments ago,” Letant murmured, and I wracked my memory. Had I? It was conceivable that I had subconsciously. He did tend to bring out those sorts of reactions in me. His voice calling my name knocked me out of my anxious thoughts. “Oh, don’t worry. I did much worse than bite my lip when I went to bed last night. And after being around a beautiful woman in nothing but her pajamas all day, who could blame me?”

My cheeks burned at his insinuation. He was joking. He had to be joking. He’d never do...that...while thinking about me.

...Would he?

No. No, way. He was probably just trying to get a rise out of me first thing in the morning. I should just ignore hi–

“Ah, we’ve made better time than I expected,” he murmured checking the estimated time of arrival. “We’ll be there in less than twelve hours. It should’ve taken us eighteen more. How did you manage that?”

Okay, this I could do. I could totally talk work.

“Oh, I made a few routine course adjustments and skirted around a few astronomical phenomena that could have slowed us down,” I said as I pulled up a log I’d been keeping of my adjustments. He skimmed over it and a low hum issued from his throat.

“...You do realize what this means, don’t you?” Letant asked looking up at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “This means we have six fewer hours to spend together on this journey. You wound me, Lieutenant. Am I truly so unpleasant a traveling companion?”

He laid a hand dramatically over his chest and adopted a look of faux innocence.

“Seriously? We’re flying through Dominion territory and that is what you’re worried about?”

“Well, I did select you for this mission so that we could spend time together,” he replied as if it should be obvious. I could scarcely believe my ears. “I thought you might enjoy some private interaction with a man as attractive as I am.”

“You are the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about stopping them, but rather than looking offended, Letant merely leaned toward me in his ridiculous, open robe and smirked.

“And did it never cross your mind that I have what it takes to back up my inflated ego?”

I had no rebuttal for that. The possibility had crossed my mind several times, in fact. Taking my silence as an answer, the Senator seemed satisfied that he’d gotten his point across.

“Now, before we reach our long-awaited destination, I need to brief you on what to expect,” he said, as if I hadn’t been briefed on the basics before we left. Before I could protest, however, he held up a hand. “There are several details that the Romulan government did not see fit to authorize me to convey to Starfleet, details that you must be made aware of if we are to complete this mission successfully.”

“Is the probe sentient or something?”

Letant let out a short burst of mirthful laughter.

“No, certainly not, although I admire your vivid imagination. The probe we’re going to be looking for is equipped...with a cloaking device.”

With the most serious expression I could muster, I set my coffee aside and laid my hand over one of his.

“Letant, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Starfleet has been aware that your people have had cloaking devices for over a century. I’m so sorry, I know that must come as a bit of a shock.” He gave me an exasperated look, and I couldn’t help but smile mischievously at having finally irritated him for once.

“You know, you are gorgeous, intelligent, and an utter pleasure to be around, but, Elements, my girl, you can be infuriating,” he said lifting my hand to his lips.

“Speak for yourself, Deihu.” The expression on his face morphed into pure surprise. “My apologies for the interruption. Please continue. What is it about this cloaking device that makes it so special?”

“Not only is it a new type of cloak, it was made more durable as well. We expect that it survived the crash and is still active,” Letant explained.

“So we’re going to be looking for a fully cloaked probe? How the hell are we supposed to find it, then?” Maybe that was why we’d been given a full day to search for this damn thing.

“Ah, I have a deactivation signal that I’ve already programmed into our tricorders. Once we scan the probe, it’ll decloak, we can remove the section that we need, and we can get back home,” he murmured, skimming his thumbs over the back of my hand. Why did he still have my hand?

And why did I never want him to let go?

“Why not just put that code into the runabout computer and scan the whole planet from orbit?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

“Because the tricorders can be destroyed afterward. The runabout computer can’t if we want to get home.” Of course. The Romulan Empire wouldn’t want any trace of how we deactivated a cloak to exist afterward to compromise them. “I do have the approximate location of where the probe went down - it was still transmitting as it crashed - so we should be able to land close enough to get into tricorder range within a reasonable span of time.”

A rather unpleasant thought occurred to me, then, and for the first time, I was forced to confront just how dangerous Letant could be if he so chose. His species was physically stronger than mine. If he wanted to hurt me, he could with barely any effort, and I would have no chance of stopping him.

“And...when we’re searching for the probe, what happens if I end up seeing it or the decloaking codes? Are you going to have to eliminate me for the sake of the Empire’s security?” To my horror, my voice was much quieter and shakier than I anticipated. Letant’s grip on my hand tightened by a fraction, and he looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

“If you truly believe that I could ever raise a hand to you, then you don’t know me as well as you think, e’lev,” he said. “I chose you for this mission, because I trust you not to reveal any more than is necessary to your superiors.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I simply nodded my head. Savoring the feeling of his fingers holding mine, I looked at Letant curiously. What was I supposed to make of him?

The rest of the trip was relatively quiet as I mulled over everything I’d learned. We were both mostly silent as we took turns getting changed back into our uniforms in the back. Even Letant’s flirtations were more subtle. I was working off muscle memory more than conscious effort as we approached the planet to enter orbit.

“Lieutenant, I’m inputting the range of coordinates where the probe could possibly be. If you could place us in synchronous orbi–”

He was cut off by an explosion rocking the craft and throwing us from our seats. My arm collided hard with the deck plating, and I let out a grunt of pain as I struggled to right myself.

“The starboard engine just overloaded,” I called as I finally got a glimpse at my panel. I clawed myself back into my chair and aimed us as close as I could manage to the area Letant had indicated. He pulled himself up just as I did, and as I held us on course, he started an emergency shutdown for the warp and impulse engines. “We’re going down no matter what we do! Brace yourself for impact!”

The collision jolted me from my seat, but before I could hit anything, a pair of strong, warm arms caught me. Grabbing onto Letant instinctively, we clung to each other for dear life until the runabout came to a screeching halt in the dirt.

In the unnatural silence that followed, our breaths seemed much too loud. I kept my face buried in the crook of the Senator’s neck for several beats longer than was strictly necessary, catching my breath and savoring the solidity of his body against mine.

Letant breathed my name against the top of my head, and I reluctantly forced myself to pull back far enough to look at him. A dribble of green blood trickled down the side of his head from a small gash.

“You’re hurt,” I murmured as I reached up and turned his head so I could examine him.

“Perhaps, but you’re not.” A glimmer of triumph twined through his words. Forcing myself onto my feet, I found the emergency medkit and passed the dermal regenerator over his injury with as much care as I possessed. He touched the spot gingerly when I was done and smiled up at me when he found himself healed. “You have my sincerest gratitude, e’lev.”

A flutter of pride went through my chest as I put the medical tools back in the kit. As a precaution, I took out a medical tricorder and set it aside in case we needed it.

“Why is this probe so important, anyway?” I asked a few moments later as we examined the outside of the runabout. Surveying the craft for damage was our first order of business. After all, if there was no chance we’d get off this planet, there was little point in rushing off to find the probe. Survival always came first. “May I know what we almost died in pursuit of? Surely, we didn’t go through all of this just for a prototype cloaking device.”

“No, it wasn’t just the cloak. Our probe managed to record secret information on the Dominion, but I’m afraid I can tell you no more than that without endangering you,” he said as he stepped over a large log. “Well, the propulsion systems appear to be offline but functional, as well the weapons.”

“Not quite. The antigrav thrusters are shot. We’ll have to get those working again before we can lift off,” I called as I pulled a branch out of one of the intake ports. “Okay. Well, it looks like we shouldn’t be stuck here for too long, at least. We should be able to find the probe, fix the thrusters, and head back.”

A vague noise of approval sounded from my companion.

“We landed not far from the probe’s potential crash site. If you’ve got the tricorders set up, we can start our search now,” I suggested as we both met up at the door of the runabout. Anticipating my statement, Letant held out two tricorders, one for me, and one for him. I noted that the medical one was already strapped to his side. Grabbing a second commbadge from inside the cabin, I traded it for the tricorder. “Keep your commline open. After all, we’ve only got each other out here.”

“Indeed. Watch yourself, Lieutenant,” Letant said as I strapped a phaser and holster around my waist. His own disruptor gleamed in the evening light.

The setting sun cast long, sleepy shadows across the ground as we tramped through the trees. I’d taken a different direction than the Senator so that we could cover more ground, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether he was allowing himself to pause and take in the beauty of this previously unexplored planet.

“Report, Lieutenant.” Speak of the devil.

“I’m not reading any humanoid lifeforms, only plant life, small animals, and various insects. I’m not reading the probe, either, so apparently I’m not in range yet.”

“No need to worry, Lieutenant. I’ve apparently entered range of the probe. I’ve almost reached it now. As far as life form readings, I’m getting the same as you. Be cautious, though. There’s an insect I scanned which appears to be venomous.” Letant’s warning came just as I stepped into a clearing filled with what looked like bioluminescent moths. Their colors varied through the entire visible spectrum of light, creating pulsations and swirls of color in the sky. For a moment, I could do no more than watch them in silence.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed as I watched the little winged bugs dance in the low evening light. “Letant, you’ve got to come see this!”

“Acknowledged. I’ve gotten what we need from the probe. On my way,” he responded, but I barely noticed. As if the little bugs were aware that they had an audience, they fluttered together and fanned out in a brilliant array of shapes I couldn’t even begin to describe. Just as I began to hear the Senator’s footsteps approaching me, the entire swarm of brilliantly hued moths fluttered toward me. I stumbled backward against a very solid chest. Turning just enough to confirm I’d bumped into Letant, my eyes met his just as the moths flew around us in a tight spiral from our toes to our heads. The light from their wings caressed his features, sparkling in his irises as I looked up at him in utter awe. His voice came out as a breathy whisper when he spoke a single word. “E’lev...”

The thrumming of wings slowly lowered in volume, and we watched the moths’ progress as they began to alight upon the branches of the trees at the perimeter of the clearing, colors still pulsing and changing as beautifully as before. Becoming aware of two arms wrapped around me like iron bars holding me upright against the Senator’s chest, I felt my face begin to burn.

“Thanks for catching me,” I murmured. Was it my imagination or was his face getting closer?

“It was my pleasure,” he breathed, and his lips brushed against mine. As my eyelids fluttered closed, though, something sharp jabbed my neck, and I let out a startled yelp. Turning me in his grasp, Letant caught my hand as I reached for the area. “Hush, it’s alright. Let me see.”

Baring my neck for him, I felt my heart sink when he swore in Romulan under his breath and pulled out his tricorder.

“Let me guess. That was one of the venomous ones.” The quiet beeping of the tricorder cut through the deafening silence - an answer of its own. I could already feel sweat beading on my skin beneath my uniform. Whatever this venom was, it was potent.

“We’re too far from the runabout to make it there before you suffer any ill effects. Do you trust me?” I’d barely even managed to answer in the affirmative when his lips closed over the bite mark and sucked hard. Gasping at the sensation, I clutched at his shoulders and tried to work out what the hell he was doing. Pain lanced through me from the wound, but after something pulled free, every ounce of discomfort within me transformed into intense euphoria.

The Senator spat something on the ground a moment later then returned his lips to the same place, sucking hard again. This time a moan tore from my throat. I never wanted him to stop. I felt like I’d die if he stopped - hell, I think I murmured something to that effect as I clung to him.

It was as if the sensitivity of every nerve in my body had been heightened all at once starting with the spot where Letant’s lips were glued to my skin. Cascading downwards across my entire being, electricity, desperation, and pleasure had all been ignited within me.

Through the fog, the vague thought that he was attempting to suck the poison out of my wound poked at my mind, but it was deftly swatted away by the feeling of his lips repositioning themselves on my neck as one of his large hands supported the back of my head.

He spat something else onto the ground, but by then I was nearly limp with pleasure. I’d been close to an orgasm, so achingly close. Tears sprang to my eyes at the loss of contact, and all too soon he was asking me a question that I was too bleary to comprehend.

“Lieutenant? Can you understand me?” He sounded almost panicked, but I’d made out enough to answer that time. “Let’s get you back to the runabout.”

What the hell? Why did I nearly have an orgasm from what amounted to rather enthusiastic necking? As we trudged back the way we’d come, Letant supported me with an arm around my waist. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed the stupidly strong arousal that the sting and his reaction had caused. Surely at such close range he had? But if he did, then why wasn’t he teasing me about it?

And why did I have that reaction in the first place? I’d wondered what it was like to be with him on more occasions than I cared to admit, of course, but why the hell did I feel like all my nerves were hypersensitive?

The burning, overwhelming need for stimulation settled into a persistent buzzing in my abdomen. I’d never heard of venom causing a reaction like this before.

As soon as we stepped inside the shuttle, I ducked into the washroom at the back of the runabout. Splashing water on my face, I barely managed to hold back the moan that threatened to bubble out of me at how good the cold liquid felt against my burning skin. When I reemerged, Letant looked over at me with concern furrowing his brow.

“Are you experiencing any odd symptoms?” He asked, and I hated how my body reacted instantly to his voice. Any assistance that the cool water had provided disappeared as my skin heated further and I was forced to look away from him. “Lieutenant?”

“Hypersensitivity,” I answered. I hoped he would simply drop the topic and allow me to remain vague in my answer, but I had no such luck.

“In what way?”

“My hearing is amplified, smells are stronger, and I’m more aware of tactile sensations.” As I explained, Letant’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. Silently, he pulled out the medical tricorder he’d grabbed earlier and scanned me. After a long moment, he set it aside and moved to my side.

“E’lev, what can I do to help you?” He’d lowered his voice, likely out of consideration for my condition, which simultaneously made things better and worse. My ears hurt a little less, but this new register was gravelly and sinful, making me close my eyes as I felt a new gush of warmth between my legs. “You have a fever and elevated levels of hormones. Are you experiencing other symptoms that you haven’t mentioned?”

“Let’s just get the thrusters working so we can get off this planet,” I rasped as I stepped around him and got a tool kit. Focusing on anything would be difficult, but it would be better than throwing myself at a man like Letant.

I wanted him, oh, I wanted him desperately - I felt like I’d go crazy if he didn’t see though my act and fuck me soon - but he flirted with anything that moved. It was more likely that if I made a move, he’d tell me politely that he preferred prettier women...dabo girls like Hartla and Leeta, not officers like me. The idea that he could want someone like me was a childish fantasy, but...I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.

The last few days had felt like a dream. He’d even seemed like he was letting his guard down in a sincere way. I wasn’t quite ready to give that up. His feelings might not be genuine, but mine were. I knew I’d have to wake up and face reality one day, but this trip had allowed me to push that sobering thought aside for a while.

As we worked on the downed systems, I was acutely aware of his proximity. Every time he moved, my stomach clenched and the traitorous heat between my legs got worse. Eventually, the computer pinged, notifying us that the engines were working again.

“Strap in. I’ll start the launch sequence,” I called as I made sure everything we’d brought was secure. Letant double-checked to make sure everything was secure, and within minutes we cleared the atmosphere. Though I didn’t remember doing so until later, I set our course back toward the wormhole and engaged the engines at our maximum speed. I had the distinct impression that whatever that insect had done to me needed to be fixed as quickly as possible.

I had no idea how much time had passed since we launched when a warm, familiar hand landed gently on my shoulder. I tensed involuntarily despite the inherent caution in its owner’s every movement.

“Why don’t you let me take over for a while? I assure you, I’m perfectly capa–”

“Yes, I’m sure you are, but I’m fine,” I cut him off trying to sound as though I was something close to normal again. Letant wasn’t buying it, though. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that I’d dismissed such an intense reaction so quickly.

“You’re not fine. E’lev, you’ve been flying this runabout for hours, and neither of us has any idea how your condition might affect you,” the Senator said reaching over and activating the autopilot system. “Overexertion could be lethal, and I am not prepared to lose you.”

“Letant, for fuck’s sake, I’m–”

“You are ill, I outrank you, and I am giving you a direct order, Lieutenant.” I turned my seat to face him, scoffing all the while.

“You can’t give me a direct order, Senator. You’re not a Starfleet officer. I’m staying right fucking here!” As soon as the assertion left my lips I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I tried to swivel my chair back to face my work station, but Letant caught it effortlessly in one hand. His damnable Romulan strength allowed him to keep it stationary with barely more than a thought. Slowly, he rose to his feet and leaned in close enough to brace his other hand on the back of my seat, effectively caging me in.

“I may not be a member of your precious Federation, but I am responsible for your safety!” I’d seen the Senator irritated before, even close to anger, but the passion burning in his eyes had me frozen squarely in place, pinned by his gaze. “You will get yourself cleaned up, lie down in your bunk, and get some rest. Argue with me again, and I will toss you over my shoulder and tie you to your bed until we return to the station. Is that clear?”

The low, velvety caress of his voice contrasted with the harshness of his tone, and suddenly, I couldn’t decide whether I was intimidated or more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I acknowledged that it was a particularly potent combination of both.

Undoubtedly mistaking my silence for fear, Letant’s gaze softened, and he cupped my face in both his hands. Silently, gently, he touched my forehead lightly with his, and his next words came out barely above a whisper.

“You know...surely, you must know that I’m doing this to keep you safe...?”

Covering his fingers with mine, I tried to steady my breathing. He was so close to me, and he smelled so good! Every inhale filled me with more desperation, especially when I contemplated how easy it would be to kiss him, but I hoped beyond hope that I wasn’t being too obvious despite our proximity.

Realizing I’d been silent for too long, I swallowed and forced myself to take a breath.

“I trust you, Letant. I always will,” I murmured. I hoped he would never question the reason behind my certainty. He pulled back just far enough to allow me to get shakily to my feet. “I’ll do as you ask, but just this once.”

With a small, fond smile, he brushed a bit of hair behind my ear.

“We’ll see about that, e’lev.” With that parting tease out in the open, I walked - or rather, stumbled - into the aft section of the runabout.

By the time that the dirt had sloughed off me in the sonic shower, I had to concentrate very hard stay upright. I was exhausted. First, the crash, then the walk through the woods, and the sting...it had been a long day.

The heat between my legs had intensified even further, leaving me shaking as I leaned against the wall of the sonic shower. The coolness against my overheated skin made me moan. The sound came out much louder than I’d intended, and I hoped that Letant hadn’t heard me.

Letant. Just thinking about him sent a fresh wave of slick dripping from my center. He wouldn’t know as long as I was quiet, would he?

Dipping my fingers between my legs, I was forced to slap a hand over my mouth at how good the friction felt. Against my better judgment, I brought myself to a quick, mostly-quiet orgasm, stifling my moans the best I could.

I could finally breathe a little easier once I’d blown off a bit of steam. One tiny little orgasm wasn’t going to be sufficient to make everything stop. I could tell. But it had given me the relief and clear mind that I needed to be able to go through the rest of my nightly routine and crawl into my bunk.

Rest, however, was thin on the ground. The heat that had been plaguing me in ever-building waves kept me tossing and turning in search of comfort. As I faded in and out of consciousness, brief flashes of dreams flitted across the insides of my eyelids.

Hell, I even dreamed that Letant came to check on me, once. The quiet, familiar beeping of the medical tricorder seemed distant and hazy compared to the soft, affectionate caress on my cheek. He whispered that word he’d been saying all through this trip: ‘e’lev.’ It felt important. Everything about this dream felt important, but I couldn’t place my finger on the reason, choosing instead to allow myself to fall back into my troubled, achy sleep.

When I finally gave up on sleep several hours later, I was covered in sweat. My own natural lubricant dripped down my thighs once more, and I was forced to get in the sonic shower again just to become halfway presentable. I didn’t bother with a uniform when I got out. Opting instead for comfortable set of clothes, I walked shakily toward the runabout cabin.

I paused and leaned against the wall for support, contemplating how I was supposed to beat this, but in that short span of time I managed to catch Letant’s attention.

He looked thoroughly surprised to see me standing upright in my condition, but truth be told, he looked a little worse for wear himself. The Senator looked haggard, as if he hadn’t slept yet. And there was worry in his eyes - so much concern that I hadn’t seen from him before.

“You should be in bed,” he croaked as he got to his feet. Not giving him the chance to herd me away, I took a few determined steps forward.

“I’m fine,” I rasped, but he didn’t look at all convinced.

“E’lev, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? I know you’re experiencing more than you’ve let on. If you tell me, I might be able to help yo–”

“You can’t, okay?!” He looked surprised by my outburst. Hell, I was surprised by my outburst. “You can’t help me, because I feel like I’m going to scratch my skin off if I don’t...if...”

A stab of pain and arousal wound through my abdomen, silencing my protests. Wrapping my arms around my middle, I dropped to my knees and tried to breathe through the sensation. Nothing I’d done had helped so far. Fingering myself in the bathroom had given me temporary relief, but as soon as I came in close proximity with Letant again, the almost uncontrollable lust had returned stronger than before. It had only grown since the sting, and now I was left a trembling, humiliated mess on the floor in front of the Senator.

“Do you think you’ve been successful in your efforts to hide your condition from me?” The question wasn’t accusatory, but I still looked away as he knelt in front of me and grasped my shoulders. “Because your pheromones gave you away the moment I tried sucking the stinger and venom from your neck.”

I looked up at him in alarm, but all that met me was a warm, gentle smile.

“You knew?”

“Of course, I did. Between that and your scent in the shower, it has been quite obvious that you are in need of some intimate attention,” he said, and my face burned. “If you truly have no desire to allow me to help you, I will respect your wishes and leave you in privacy, but over the time I’ve known you, I always felt there was...more to our interactions. If I was mistaken about my interest being mutual, I sincerely apologize, but if I was right...please, allow me to alleviate your suffering.”

“Are you doing this out of pity?” Letant looked scandalized by the mere suggestion. “Why would you be attracted to me when there are women who are so much...well, more?”

“No, I’m not doing this out of pity! My interest in you has always been genuine. I thought you of all people would’ve realized that by now, e’lev,” he said cupping my cheeks softly and looking into my eyes. Instead of mirth, all I found this time was sincerity and affection. “Why would I waste my time with anyone else when perfection is right here in front of me? None of them are you.”

His lips covered mine, and I stopped thinking altogether. Surrendering to the sensation, my eyelids fluttered closed, and I clutched at the front of his tunic. As though a switch had been flipped, I gave in. Letant was all I’d wanted for a long time.

Before I even realized I’d moved, I pulled him closer and practically started climbing him. A gentle laugh reverberated through his chest as he caught my waist, and I nibbled my way down the side of his jaw.

“Desperate, are we? Don’t worry, my eager girl. I’m going to help you,” he murmured lifting me into his arms. As he carried me toward the bunk in the aft section, I clung to him, trailing my lips across his skin in a haze of lust. I’d given in entirely to my raging hormones and my desire, and I needed him to just fuck me already!

A pained whine escaped me when Letant laid me on the bed and I was forced to release my death grip on his shoulders. Had he decided I was more trouble than I was worth? No, surely he wouldn’t leave me when I needed him this badly.

My worries were silenced when he laid one of his large hands on my upper thigh and allowed it to skim upwards to the utterly doused fabric covering my crotch.

“So beautiful...” His reverent whisper made me arch toward him, praying for more friction than just that of fabric. “You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything. Anything, just please touch me–ah!” My begging morphed into an almost feral sound of pleasure as he tore the crotch of my leggings and dragged his fingertips through my folds. Suddenly I was incredibly grateful to my earlier self for choosing to forego underwear. That was the wisest choice I’d made all week.

“Hush, I won’t leave you unfulfilled,” he promised, slipping one, then two fingers inside of me. Clutching the bedsheets frantically, I found myself lost in his gaze. Hunger, passion, and potent confidence drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It was painfully obvious, now, that Letant’s earlier insinuation about having good reasons to be confident in his abilities was absolutely true.

Had I a scrap of dignity left, I would’ve been irritated at that revelation. As it was, all I could manage was a series of desperate moans and pleas as the Senator curled his fingers within me. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was arching off the bed and gushing around his digits.

Letant murmured quiet praises that made a small, quiet part of myself roar with pride at having earned his compliments. He leaned down to kiss me, and almost without conscious thought, I maneuvered him beneath me and started tugging at his clothing. There need to be less separating us. I needed the hardness tenting his pants inside me now!

The next few moments were a blur of clothes sailing away from the bed, and finally - finally - I was able to sink down on his length. The tightness of his grip on my hips spoke to his own growing need for this coupling. We were both beyond words when I began to ride him in earnest. He sat up beneath me and wrapped an arm around my waist, even as his free hand tangled its way into my hair.

Our labored breathing sounded so right. This was what we’d been missing all this time. When I finally tipped over the edge into another orgasm, the last of my lover’s restraint snapped, and he shoved me onto my back amidst the sheets.

Resuming his place between my legs, Letant looked positively feral as he set out to prove why Romulans made superior mates. He gave me everything: powerful thrusts, hungry growls, and an orgasm intense enough to make my voice go hoarse when I called his name.

The fires ignited by the venom in my veins finally cooled when a shattered moan poured from his throat and his seed filled me in hot spurts. Bliss and tranquility blanketed every cell in my body as he rained featherlight kisses across my mouth and cheeks. This was heaven.

Letant maneuvered us into a much more comfortable position, murmuring that I should rest. His voice melted into a delicious hum that In was too boneless and satiated to comprehend, but it was alright. Everything was alright. He’d protect me.

The first sensation I became aware of when I awoke was the gentle, affectionate caress of warm fingers across my back. Still wrapped solidly in the comforting embrace of a Romulan Senator, I let myself float leisurely back to the realm of consciousness. There was no rush. We were still a long way from the wormhole and Deep Space Nine.

Stirring slowly, I tilted my head just far enough to press my lips against Letant’s neck, prompting a low hum from deep in his chest.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” The Senator asked, and I let out an affirmative sound as I snuggled farther into his arms. “I thoroughly enjoy this version of you, you know...the one who isn’t pushing me away.”

Guilt wormed its way through me as I recalled all the instances where I hadn’t believed he was sincere in his flirtations.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, e’lev. You were protecting yourself,” he murmured pressing his lips against my forehead in a gentle kiss. “I do want you to know, though, that for as long as I live, I will be yours. Assuming you’ll have me, of course.”

Pushing myself up far enough to look into his eyes, I traced my fingertips down the bridge of his nose and over the softness of his lips. Then, without my permission, the words I’d held inside of me for so long finally poured out.

“I love you, Letant.” The smile he gave me as he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me was the most glorious sight I’d ever witnessed.

“I think you know how I feel about you, but just in case the idea needs reinforcing: I will love you until all the stars in the universe go out,” the Senator promised before catching my lips in a tender kiss that inevitably deepened into something more. He practically dragged himself down my body, lips trailing in his wake, eyes burning into my soul, pausing only when he was far enough to lift my legs over his shoulders. The mischief in his eyes told me everything I needed to know about what he was planning.

“Letant, you...don’t have to–”

“Oh, but I want to. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you,” he crooned as he kissed his way up my thighs. “Your pheromones are so strong that every time you enter a room, you’re all I can think about...all I can imagine...all I desire. I’ve fallen asleep so many times with the memory of your scent lingering in my mind that I almost always wake up so hard that it fucking hurts.”

I moaned before I could stop myself, but Letant was undeterred. Trailing his lips up my inner thigh, he made every move with intention and tenderness enough to convince me that he actually had imagined us like this before. When his eyes met mine, it hit me that the emotions he spoke of weren’t just a womanizer’s bluster, they were real.

He loved me as much as I loved him.

And apparently he was going to make quite certain that I never questioned the sincerity of his feelings for me again.

~*~*~

Romulan Words:

e’lev = darling

Deihu = Senator

~*~

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Warm Sand, Soft Hands

Summary: As you and Din try and help Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens against the Great Krayt Dragon, a split second decision from Din’s part might just change everything and leave you heartbroken. Heartbroken and furious.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Word count: 3,7k

Warnings: this one is quite angsty, plus a few descriptions of injuries (burns and blisters), but nothing further than that

Notes: okay, this is my first time ever posting on tumblr (other than a few reblogs, that is). I’ve only just gotten around to creating an account and I’m currently working on adding all of my already existing works on here. So I really hope you enjoy this! If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

This work is part of a series, but all of the parts can be read as standalone one-shots (they are posted in non-chronological order). Reader’s gender not specified.

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Din couldn’t possibly discern what was wrong with you. You had been quiet for the entirety of the ride, your hands loosely wrapped around his waist. On more than one occasion he'd had to hold tightly onto your forearms while going over a dune, otherwise you certainly would have been thrown off the speeder. While he knew you weren’t particularly fond of Tatooine, too many bad memories tarnishing the planet for you, you had been fine when you first landed.

Once the speeder came to a stop near the entrance to the sarlacc pit you quickly hopped off, barely looking at him, and turned to move towards Vanth. But Din was faster and quickly grabbed your wrist before you could take a single step. Damn those bounty hunter reflexes.

“Is everything alright?” he said, almost reverently “You seem tense.”

Shaking your head you tried to ease him, and yourself, with a strained smile.

“It’s nothing, Mando. No need to worry.”

“You know I always worry.” that seemed to make your smile shift to a more genuine one.

“I just-” you sighed “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“About what?”

“This!” you opened your arms and gestured around you in frustration “all of this! Slaying a krayt dragon is madness!” your voice dropped almost to a whisper “That thing could kill us all.”

His heart clenched at the look of pure fear in your eyes. Yes, it was madness, it would probably get messy really quickly but he had to do this. Too many lives were at risk if they didn’t kill this dragon now.

“You know I hate this as much as you do” now he was the one to sigh “but we need to do this. The whole town and the Tuskens are depending on us.”

A sad smile appeared on your face.

“I know.”

You nodded at him and went to walk away but he held you in place with a hand to your upper arm.

“I won’t let anything happen to you” his voice was soft, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing up and down your arm “I promise.”

You chuckled halfheartedly.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

His thumb came to a halt mid rub as his heart skipped a beat.

“Be careful out there, Mando.”

He gave your upper arm a light squeeze.

“You too, Cyar’ika.”

“How is that thing not dead?!” the Weequay bartender shouted over the deafening roar of the krayt dragon. The giant beast had managed to somehow dodge the explosion and crawled its way up a cliff. Sickly green acidic goo was projectiled from the creature’s stomach, getting a much better range than before.

“Oh, for kriff’s sake!”

You knew from the moment you accepted Din’s (back then known as Mando) offer to be his live-in mechanic/nanny for The Child that this wouldn’t be a normal job. You just knew you would have to fend off bounty hunters, just like you had with Calican, and occasionally patch The Mandalorian up after a job gone wrong. But this certainly wasn’t on the job description.

“I’m so asking Mando for a raise.” (not that you needed it, having him and the baby in your life was already payment enough on its own).

Out of the corner of your eye you could see two figures fly up towards the dragon. Din and Vanth landed on a slope and started shooting but even that didn’t work, as the dragon went back underground.

Disorientated, you, Tuskens and townsfolk started frantically looking around trying to predict where the dragon would pop up next. Turns out that was a little bit too close to where you were currently standing. You tried to fire your blaster at it but nothing seemed to work as it kept coming closer to you. You heard your name being shouted somewhere behind you.

“Get out of there!” Din’s modulated voice barely registered over the thumping of your heart on your ears. Sprinting away as the dragon came in your direction, you stumbled over your feet a safe distance away.

Suddenly it changed its course. It started crawling towards Din, Cobb and… a bunch of explosives tied up to a bantha.

“Smart, Mando. Very smart.”

But your inner celebration was short lived. Din hit Cobb’s jetpack, making him fly away. But Din didn’t move; he wasn’t moving even as the dragon got closer and closer. In the few moments it took for you to realize what was happening and will your legs to start working again it was too late.

Your feet felt glued to the ground. Your breath hitched and you felt as if your heart had stopped beating. Din’s plan had worked: the krayt dragon had devoured the bantha and with it, your Mandalorian.

You faintly heard someone screaming as the beast, seemingly satisfied, retreated back under the sand. It took you a few moments and two pairs of robe clad arms holding you back for you to realize you were the one screaming. Soft sand came in contact with the fabric of your trousers as your knees buckled.

It hurt. Maker, everything hurt. Your chest was on fire and you couldn’t inhale without being acutely aware of every particle of sand mixed with air as you tried to fill your lungs with oxygen. But it kriffing hurt. Something warm was running down your cheeks, blurring your vision and rolling off your chin and onto the sand. Tears. You were crying, sobbing, having witnessed your Mandalorian die a second time.

The blood rushing in your ears almost led you to miss the distinct rumble of the krayt dragon re-emerging. Not again you thought. That thing already took too much from you, how was it not dead yet?

But then you saw something: as the dragon shot upwards something flew out of its mouth through an electrical storm, followed by the thing exploding up in flames. No, not something, someone. You squinted your eyes to try and get rid of the blur of tears against the harsh sun and realized… it was Din! He was alive and safe and very much not dead.

As he landed before the dead dragon both the people from Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens started to congratulate and cheer for him. In that moment, the relief you felt just seconds ago from seeing he was okay suddenly shifted to a strange sense of embarrassment and anger. Your face burned in humiliation as you scolded yourself. Your tears previously born out of sorrow turned to ones of anger. Maker, you felt pathetic. Crying over a man who didn’t seem to give two bantha fodders about his own safety, about who he’d leave behind if he died or about you for all it seemed.

Getting off the ground you decided to give your- (No, he wasn’t yours to begin with) -the Mandalorian a piece of your mind.

He did it. He slayed a kriffing krayt dragon, a giant one at that. As his feet touched the ground he felt a small twinge of pride as the villagers cheered him on, but it was quickly snuffed out and replaced by relief. He only delivered the final blow afterall, it took a lot of combined effort from everyone to kill this thing, the people from Mos Pelgo, the Tuskens, Vanth, you… Maker, you were great out there. Well, you were always great, at least in his eyes, always making sure the kid was safe and protected. Where were you by the way?

As he turned around in search of you he finally spotted you. But something wasn’t… quite right. You didn’t look happy or relieved, like he thought you would be. You looked downright pissed.

“Cyar’ika-”

The last thing he expected to happen was for you to shove him away from you. But his armor was still covered in stomach acid from the dragon and the moment your hands came in contact with his breastplate you pulled them away with a wail of agony.

“Cyar’ika, what are you doing?! Here let me-” as he took a step towards you and went to grab your hands in order to check them over you stumbled away from him.

“No!” you tucked your injured hands close to your chest “Don’t call me that!”

That made him freeze. He always called you that, ever since that fateful day in Nevarro, you were his cyar’ika. You may not have known what it meant but he knew you could easily guess it was something affectionate.

“Are you kriffing stupid?!” you shouted at him, to which he stayed silent. “Why would you do that?! What were you thinking?”

“I saw an opportunity and decided to take it.” he mumbled after a moment, still a little uncertain about this whole interaction.

You scoffed. That’s such a Mando thing to say.

“You jumped in the mouth of a Great Krayt Dragon, Mando!” you were practically shaking, vibrating with rage “You clearly didn’t think this through, did you?! Didn’t think about who you were leaving behind?”

He was about to retort, commenting on how he didn’t jump into its mouth, he was only holding the bantha and just happened to be in the way of its jaws when he saw it. Just a quick glimpse, barely there, but he managed to see it, his heart clenching as he realized what he was seeing. Beneath all the anger, the rage, was fear. The same look of unadulterated fear he saw on your face right before the fight began was back, and a lot stronger. Maker, he was so stupid, how could he be so dense? Of course you were scared, you just watched him die, again. It was the second time you thought he was dead in a too short period of time.

“I-I’m sorry, Cyar’ika, I-” you shook your head, your eyes turning misty and clouded, and walked away before you broke down in front of him.

Din felt something warm, uncomfortable and almost suffocating grow on his chest, crawling up his throat: it was guilt. He felt so guilty, he was trying to protect everyone, protect you, but he ended up hurting you in the process, after you specifically told him to be careful because you were worried about him. But no, he had to go and get himself eaten alive. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how you were feeling, first having left him to die (upon his request) in Nevarro and now this. He wanted to run after you, fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, even if he felt like he didn’t deserve it, he would spend the rest of his days groveling if it came to it. But he knew you needed space.

His inner struggle was interrupted by a hand being clapped down on his shoulder.

“Trouble in paradise?” he could smack Vanth’s smirk right off his face.

After having harvested the dragon for its meat (and one lucky tusken finding an incredibly large pearl in its guts) it was time for you to leave and go back to Mos Pelgo where you would be staying until morning (“Only someone with a deathwish crosses the Dune Sea at night, Din.” you had told him). He approached you oh so slowly as if you were a scared wild animal that would flee the moment he spoke too loud or too fast.

“Are you ready to go?”

You barely looked at him, the only indication you even heard him was a slight tilt of your head. Was that how most people felt when talking to him?

When you didn’t answer, he sighed. Sensing the overall discomfort, Vanth chimed in from where he was tidying his speeder (if you could even call the engine of a podracer that).

“You could ride with me.” he said, taking a look at Mando, but quickly turned to address you again “If you want.”

That didn’t sit right with Din. He wanted you to ride with him, so he could know you were safe. So he could keep you safe. But when you nodded, he could only sigh as he watched you climb behind Vanth and speed off. A sad coo sounded from the rucksack strapped to the back of his speeder, as the baby’s ears sagged pitifully.

“I know, kid.” he addressed the kid, who was confusedly staring at him “I kriffed up.”

Holding onto Vanth during the ride back proved to be nearly impossible. Ugly blisters had started forming on the angry red skin of your palms, making them really sensitive to the touch. The only solution you found was locking your wrists onto one another circled around Cobb’s waist, resulting in him having to ride very slowly so you wouldn’t get catapulted off the speeder.

The slower pace was quite a nice change from the usual deafening engine roar as you could actually hear yourself think for once. After riding for a few miles Vanth’s voice broke you out of your trance.

“I get that you care about him.”

You knew exactly who he was talking about.

“I do.” you sighed “What are you getting at, Vanth?”

A beat of silence followed before he spoke up again.

“He cares about you too, you know?”

You blinked once, twice before his words finally registered and you looked down at your lap. Only a couple of moments later you found the strength to answer.

“I know.” a bitter laugh escaped past your lips before you could stop it “That’s the whole problem, isn’t it?.”

“Come again?”

A sharp warm sting burned in your eyes but you refused to let the tears brimming in them spill over.

“He cares about me and the kid. A lot. But he doesn’t seem to care about himself in the slightest!” you protested frustrated “What does he think would happen to us if he’s gone? I would get stranded on this Maker forsaken planet, with no credits and a green magic baby to take care of!”

He stayed silent for a second before speaking up softly.

“I don’t think those are the real reasons you are so upset over this.”

You swallowed your tears some more.

“How does he think it would feel if he… how I would feel if he did…”

You couldn’t say it. Die your brain filled in for you. Din’s had multiple close calls, more than any person should have to go through in their entire lifetime. You understood that his job came with its fair share of dangerous situations, and had even been there to witness some of them. But he didn’t need to jump headfirst into it like he did today. He didn’t get out of the way, even when the dragon was charging right at him. There would certainly be another shot at killing the beast, there would be another option, but he didn’t get out of the way. He was ready to die. And it wasn’t the first time. Back in Nevarro he was ready to sacrifice himself so the lot of you could escape through the tunnels. That had absolutely broken your heart, even if you hadn’t known him for long. You had never wanted to feel like that again.

How could he possibly think you would be okay if he was gone? You finally had something good, the closest thing to a little family after so long on your own-

And then it hit you. Din wasn’t being reckless just for the sake of it; when he was originally traveling alone he would just do whatever it took to finish the job as quickly as possible to just get it over with and be done with it. He was so used to traveling on his own, to being alone, that he often forgot that there were people who cared about him now. Maker, you felt so stupid; while you originally meant it as an angry insult, you quickly realized that he indeed did not think how you would feel if he died.

A deep feeling of shame started crawling up your chest and constricting your throat. Feeling childish for your outburst and angry at yourself for not seeing it sooner, while still feeling upset over thinking he was gone for good this time. You overreacted, you told yourself, and guilt was threatening to consume you whole. How were you going to face Din again? He probably thought you were just a pathetic, whining child, exactly how you felt right now. The pain on your hands didn’t feel so bad now with the way your heart was clenching painfully tight on your chest.

So absorbed in your own spiraling guilt you didn’t realize Cobb had already parked the speeder in front of the cantina back in town. Swinging a leg over the side of the vehicle, he hopped off but before walking away he gently grabbed your wrists, wary of your injured hands.

“He just did what he did to protect us. To protect you.”

And that was the nail on the coffing of your shame and guilt. The tears you were so desperately trying to hold back started cascading down your cheeks, a sob lodged in your lungs. Getting out of the speeder as fast as you could without toppling over in the sand you quickly ran inside the cantina and up the stairs towards the small room you were sharing with Din. In your haste to get to your room and under the covers you didn't even notice the black visor of a helmet staring your way from the bar.

Finally in the safety of your shared room you leaned heavily back against the door at last acknowledging the turmoil of emotions swimming in your head and in your heart. While finally letting yourself cry freely, you couldn’t give in completely to the sobs that wanted so desperately to fly up your throat as anyone could hear it from downstairs. Instead, you felt yourself slide against the door and onto the ground, shoulders shaking and head tucked between your bent knees.

After what felt like hours you heard a hesitant, almost silent knock on the door you're still slumped against. Your head was pounding from holding back sobs and you didn’t feel like speaking to anyone but that would be just downright rude. Getting up and swiping across your cheeks to get rid of the evidence of your despair, even though your tears had already dried, you opened the door, instantly regretting it.

Mando’s helmet was unreadable as he stared at you, his visor giving nothing away. Opening the door wider and stepping back into the room you allowed him in, but you kept your back to him. You heard the door close softly behind him and his boots coming further into the room, followed by a shuffling sound, as if he was going through his things. Or maybe he was going through your things. Oh, Maker, was he packing your stuff? Was he going to kick you out? Would he really-

“Let me look at your hands.” his stern yet soft voice cut through your inner rambling. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last one you were expecting, prompting you to turn your body sideways and glance at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“What?”

“Let me take a look at your hands, Cyar’ika.” turning fully towards him you caught a glimpse of a medkit clutched in his hands and a wave of relief washed over you. Nodding, you sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to start assessing your injuries. He knelt down in front of you, gingerly grabbing your hands, holding them in his own, palms facing up. A small hiss escaped from his modulator as he pulled out a bottle of bacta spray to apply over the blisters.

He was handling you with such care that it made you feel guilty all over again. You couldn’t look him in the visor, choosing instead to keep your gaze fixed on his gloved hands. The cooling sensation of the bacta was wonderful against your palms, but did nothing to soothe the ache in your heart. He was being so gentle, why was he being gentle?

Din kept working on your hands, hoping to start fixing some of his faults. A sudden whimper made his head snap up so quickly it almost gave him a whiplash.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered. Although you wouldn’t look directly at him, he could see the trail of crystalline tears falling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Din, I’m so sorry!” he could hear the desperation in your voice.

“What for, Cyar’ika?” he asked in the gentlest voice he could muster, the one he often used when talking to the kid.

“I-I was so rude to you a-and-'' your hiccups cut right through him, as he realized you blamed yourself for whatever your mind had conjured.

“No, Cyar’ika, no.” he shook his head and gently brought your hands close to his chest, almost tucked under his chin “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“B-but-”

“No buts. You didn’t do anything wrong.” oh how he wished he could kiss each and every one of your knuckles right now “If anything I should be the one apologizing, I was the one who made you worry.”

His words brought a small smile to your tired face. He stood up and brought your trembling frame into his arms, your face tucked safely into the beskar of his breastplate as you finally allowed yourself to fully cry.

“I just-” you sobbed before whispering the next sentence, which promptly broke his heart in a million tiny pieces “I don’t want to lose you.”

He shook his head.

“You won’t” he whispered back “I promise. Ni ceta, Cyar’ika. Ni ceta.” he felt like he could cry as well.

Din laid his head on top of yours, gently whispering “I’m sorry.” over and over.

As you slowly calmed down, you nuzzled further into his arms. Thinking with a clearer head made you realize that, while dangerous situations like the one you faced today would continue to happen, he would always come back to you, and you would always find a safe place in his arms at the end of the day. Now he had something worth coming home to.

Bonus: *gasp* “Where’s the kid?” “With Vanth at the bar.” *stare* *sigh* “Which thinking about it now doesn’t sound like a great idea at all.” *giggle*

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x gn!reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin angst #din djarin fluff #mando x gn!reader

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 9 months

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YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT ENDORA FL? :3c I WILL DELIVER~

So I tend to ignore a lot of canon sometimes whenever I indulge in my silly thoughts and it's kinda ironic for me but… Let's say somehow Childe and Foul Legacy are separated beings later on in life, and FL is like Endora! A smol, floating lidol moth bebbi <3 ofc he can still shift forms to his huge scary og form but it's usually when he's fighting others :p

Imagine his dynamic with Childe… But most importantly imagine having this floating abysmal creechur being all softtt and chirping around you~ istg Childe would probably get jealous once or twice because of this constant attention FL is giving you.

The day you and Childe gave him a slice of lemon to lick or bite is the day he cannot trust either of you for such a sin, how dare you both trick him into doing this... Childe will suffer for laughing at him, but you might not suffer as much. /lh + j it's like giving a baby lemon and seeing the look on its face kJHDFV

There's so much FL concepts in my brain I'm extremely normal about Foul Legacy. cLEARLY-

- 🩹 Anon !

you 🤝 me being SO normal about Foul Legacy. y'all have to believe us we swear we're normal :)

now imagine, if you will, the first time Childe brings home this small, floating Foul Legacy. he tucks him in his shirt to hide him from everyone as he hurries home, still debating whether he should show Legacy to you at all- only for the Abyssal creature to poke his head out when he hears you call out, zooming towards the sound of your voice and crashing into your shoulder with a delighted chirp. Childe runs into the room and almost dies from embarrassment when he sees Foul Legacy snuggling in your arms, but you're overjoyed with your new fuzzy friend!! he loves following you around the house, either floating next to you or sitting on your shoulder, lightly messing with your hair and letting out adorable peeps and squeaks. Childe's a bit jealous really- better reassure him with a tight hug and some kisses <3

and YES, the fateful day you and Childe trick him into munching a slice of lemon will go down in your respective histories- Foul Legacy squeals and screeches in disgust, pawing at his tongue as dismayed whines slip from his maw. he glares at you, then Childe, and promptly flies over and buries his face in your hair to sulk, his little claws gripping the fabric of your shirt. you pat his back, letting out an apologetic laugh, but he simply huffs and refuses to look at either of you- he'll forgive YOU soon enough, because he loves you, but he can see Childe grinning mischievously, like he plans on giving him more lemons!!

Childe ends up with a few bites that day

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This is honestly horrifying but what struck me is that the drama went there, that Lady Doc does get marital raped - no way no how would a current drama go there. Not to its FL and not where she gets an ultimate happy ending (with a literal emperor, though not this one, thankfully.)

This is so seriously gross! All he cares about is if she’s a virgin. This is a woman, mind you, who escaped from barbarian captivity. There are plenty of reasons other than her and Emperor Hawt banging that she’d have not to be a virgin, none of them pleasant ones. But he does not even think of anything but his insecurity and his rage.

And he rapes her even as she fights him the whole way. This is truly horrifying because she’s managed to survive captivity and jail and various other horrible things without being sexually assaulted, but here she is, supposedly the emperor’s favorite and she is worse off than in any of those circumstances (also, there are many reasons I hate Chinless, but the fact that none of the other men who liked her ever went there - not when Emperor Hawt was in a similar situation Chinless was in - being the emperor who knew for a fact she fancied his brother (Chinless just worries about it), not the barbarian chief for whom she was literally the enemy. Nah, they somehow managed not to be rapists, but chinless failed this utterly basic threshold test for not being a horrifying waste of a human.)

And then afterwards, you think it can’t get worse but...he tells her that he now knows she was a virgin so you know, she’s forgiven. AMAZING PLS BURN IN HELL (and if she wasn’t, so what? You guys were not married, you were married to another, just fuck off and die, even if she slept with a platoon during that time, what business is it of yours anyway!)

How reassuring. She totally will go “oh, OK, glad we cleared our little misunderstanding.”

This is so classic abuser talk I am shuddering.

Is he really going “it’s your fault I raped you, I mean what man wouldn’t? It’s all your fault!” PLS DIE

Did he just...did he just...mansplain to her why it was reasonable for him to rape her?

How dare you cry right after the rape, how unreasonable!

Yes, why don’t you just move on ALREADY!

Yes, a normal couple, one of whom has another wife and is a rapist.

Then he takes her hand, uses it to smack himself a couple of times and declares them even...I CAN’T EVEN!!!

Like jeez, it’s been five whole minutes, why are you not over it yet, woman! Oh, and he asks her what she wants and then gets mad when she actually answers. Rapist, abuser and gaslighter trifecta has just joined the chat.

This is AMAZING!!!! She did not give herself to you, you TOOK it from her by force. The very fact that he does not even comprehend this basic fact sums up everything about why this person is a waste of oxygen who should be set on fire. But also, how he STILL views it not as an act of violence against a woman he supposedly loves but a competition against a man he hates? OH MY GOD!!!

And then he’s all OK I had enough and walks off. It’s pretty honest he never says sorry because he is such an utter void he sees nothing to be sorry for; he can’t even see this is a violation. I HATE HIMMMMM

#cdrama #liu shi shi #the imperial doctress

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tsuyoi-hikari · 4 months

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Forever and Ever: Script & Visual Storytelling Review 🏮

As usual, during my yearly holiday, I always opt to watch dramas that I already watched (in an attempt not to get addicted 😂) so this time of the year, I chose Forever & Ever during my trip to London & Wales.

Now I'm back, I want to write a review why this drama is very special in my book. For a starter, I'm not really a big fan of romance dramas in general but when it is done right, like this drama for an example, it will be special in my heart and I will rewatch it often as my comfort watch.

WHY IT IS SPECIAL?

I love how this drama portray 'soulmate' kind of relationship between the couple. They have one mind & one soul mentality that are portray beautifully in the drama. So, normal romance troupes such as misunderstandings, miscommunications, petty love games, noble idiocy or breakup are non-existence in this drama. Its all about them working together hand in hand facing the adversities together which is very refreshing to see.

LOVABLE MAIN LEADS

Zhousheng Chen is by miles my most favorite romantic lead in any media. He is shy and awkward and its funny to watch his antics. But he has this big heart that is full of love and kindness. I love his silent love the best -- Shiyi didnt know what he did for her most of the times since it is purposely written to be that way but Shiyi can feel his love in every part of her bones. Whether it is big or small, his love is selfless and did not ask anything in return. And I love how he handle his toxic mother with such a grace -- never disrespecting her but also never allowed her to mistreat his wife as well.

Shiyi probably the most high EQ FLs in Cdramas. She is beautiful and graceful and her understanding and coping mechanism is on another level. Like if there are conflicts, you will notice she will do things to avoid the awkwardness by offering foods or change the subjects or topics. Or any misunderstanding, no need explanation since her trust in her husband will give her answer to that misunderstanding. Or some secrets are no need to be told since it wont change anything. She is one of my most favorite FLs in Cdramaland without a doubt. Plus, she did all the first moves, how awesome is that?

INTIMACY

I love how this drama portray intimacy between the couple. Its fulfilling and natural and wholesome in general. Like one of the scenes, Shiyi will casually tuck her hand under Zhousheng Chen's armpit while hugging him. 🤭 And I think I have ever seen a drama where a couple smile at each other as much as they did to each other. They really sold the feeling of couple who are actually in love and just enjoy being in each other's companies. And what I like best is that we have no idea who actually love more since they both give and take equally in the relationship.

SPECIAL LOVE GESTURES

Love gestures is what I called for all special love behaviors between couples that are not kissing or hugging. These gestures are special to only 2 of them and must happen a lot of times in the drama. While I usually struggle to find this in other romance dramas, Forever & Ever has really a lot of these love gestures. Like a lot, some will be repeated like 6 to 7 times since it is the couple's signature love gestures towards each other.

Caressing Nose

Holding Face

Hands on Shoulder

Holding Handbag

Hugging While Sleeping

SLEEPING MONTAGE

I have never seen a drama which show sleeping scenes as much as this drama. 😂 But I love every single one of them. I love how they are shown sleeping separately and ended up in each other arms slowly. Or for comedic effects. All are done tastefully and beautifully.

I LOVE YOU

Yes, they are one of the few couples in Cdramas that actually use I Love You: Wo Ai Ni (我爱你) instead of I Like You: Wo Xihuan Ni (我喜欢你). And we got to see this 4 times in the drama -- all at different occasions and evoke different kind of emotion each time.

BEAUTIFUL VISUAL DIRECTING & CINEMATOGRAPHY

I love how the Director using frames a lot in the drama to display characters' thoughts and distance and how when they are shot in the same frame, its to show how both is at the same state of mind. And I also notice the drama used a lot of earthly colors like yellow, white and brown for soothing and warm effects and that is why you will feel the drama is very relaxing and healing. Or using shadows when the couple had their first night together which is one of the best directing I've seen for this kind of love scenes.

Visual Storytelling Using Reflection

Visual Storytelling Using Mirror & Shadow

Using of Frames to Portray Distance

Using of Frame to Show the Same State of Mind

COSTUMES

I also love how this drama will be using characters' outfits to tell a story or their motivation. I like how Zhousheng Chen & Shiyi will always wear same color with different shades before their marriage while same color with same shade (coupling outfits) after their marriage. Or how the antagonists in the drama will always wear black, literally, black all the time lol. Or grey character like Weixing will always wear black & white except after she died where she finally appear in flowery and colorful outfit in Meixing's imagination.

Before Marriage (same color with different shades)

After Marriage (same color with same shades)

CHINESE ARTS

If you happen to love Chinese arts in general whether its poetry, painting, calligraphy or music, then this drama is a treat for you. I love the many poems they used in this drama whether to console, to express feelings or to break ice. Or I love how Zhousheng Chen communicate with his mother through painting as well since he is not really good with words. All are done effectively and get the point across and not just done as filler scenes. Since both of them are well verse in this area, it also part of the reasons why they connect to each other as they did in the drama.

Zhousheng Chen imitates Shiyi's similar painting from before to send message to his mother.

Shiyi wrote Shànglín Fù poem on the wall just like Shiyi in One & Only. And she left it unfinish too, for Zhousheng Chen to finish it later.

Zhousheng Chen wrote Shiyi's favorite poem on the wedding lanterns along the corridor aside from the handwritten 3,000 wedding cards that he wrote one by one.

CONCLUSION

In conclusion, this drama is great if you love to watch good love story with a lot of details and easter eggs from One & Only. They also did a lot of love message using numbers all throughout the drama like the 1 Yen coin from year 2011 (2011 means 'Love You Shi Yi', and the 1 Yen refers to how she's his one & only) love confession made by Zhousheng Chen to Shiyi or the message on their crocs.

And while watching the drama at London, I totally can imagine Zhousheng Chen will be holding Shiyi's handbag if they ever did their shopping at Notting Hill flea market. 😂

TDLR: The drama is a visual fest aside from the good script it possessed. It is also very healing and wholesome! ❤️

#一生一世 #Forever and Ever #Ren Jialun #Allen Ren #Bai Lu #Zhousheng Chen #Shi Yi #Cdrama #Cdramas #Review #My favourite romance drama of all time #Perfect in every single way #Full of fluff and wholesome #Healing & comforting

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seeing the kim criticism from north american pakistanis is so funny. i admit i was annoyed by it in the first episode bc the terrorist label she gave dawood seemed a bit over the top but i feel like her "american" quirks are pretty mellow for the most part and hardly take away from the main themes of the drama wrt understanding, balance of power, etc. in a landscape of dramas that are thriving on their ability to attract audience with their overdone theatrics and abuse plotlines, isn't it nice to resonate with something more down to earth that seeks to address the more subtle issues we tend to overlook? and thankfully, at least from what i see in the youtube comments weekly, not many people seem to mind her american quirks and are instead focused on those strong points of the story, particularly the bonds showcased between the various women in the family. i'm not going to say kim's portrayal is 100% perfect or anything but the people constantly complaining are being so overdramatic. there's a willful blindness element at play here too, bc plenty of the pakistani american characters in older dramas also showcased their fair share of unrealistic behaviors. it's nothing new and idk why we're trying to scrutinize it so severely now!

THANK YOU FOR SAYING THIS!!!

I will reiterate - the criticism that Kim faces from the non-Pakistan based Pakistanis is more because of how the character doesn't fit THEIR 'neat' image of a 'physically away but dil se always in Pakistan' persona that they are trying very hard to maintain. but that's not whom Kim is made to serve. her character is meant to serve the story Yunhi is telling and Kim is doing that perfectly.

YT audience is smarter than most intellectuals as it at least sees a drama for the drama it IS and not project their own prejudices and views on it. Kim started on a very bad note..the terrorist comment was TOO much and the criticism it got for that was justified. but Yunhi really scarified its initial weeks and got the 'bad' things out of the way. and now at least we have this assurance that things won't go back to that place again cuz hey, the characters are PROGRESSING AND DEVELOPING EACH WEEK!!!

I have accepted that it's not important if Kim is American. she could've been from Timbuktu and her character would've still been the same more or less as this narrative needed the FL to be an "alien" in the ML's world. an Outsider who can notice and point out the flaws in this world that its inhabitants have accepted as normal for so long they cannot fathom the idea of correcting these problems or the possibility of positive change. it's just that Amreeka is a word that everyone in Pakistan knows. it is still the land of dreams for many desis who have it in their head ke bass ek baar wahan qadam rakh den toh phir dollaron ki baarish hogi hum pe aur bass life badal jaegi. her being Amreekan is because it's more convenient for the story to convince the audience her being an Outsider but still belonging to a world that's desirable and achievable. that's just all there is.

Yunhi has its flaws and yes fAIneE Kim makes up for more than half of it. but c'mon! like you said..just look at the current landscape of dramas which is THRIVING on the melodrama and OTTness which is all about the bang bang with very little substance to offer beyond it and then look at Yunhi and how subtly but beautifully it is talking about things that ARE the reality of many normal middle class families living in the country. it is not posing to be something super progressive or making grand speeches about how something should™ be done. it's just shifting the lens just a little bit to bring forth POVs that are not always shown and letting the audience decide which side of the argument do they wish to support? there's no right or wrong here. it's not even going all that deep with anything! so yeah..all this scrutiny over accents and correct representation? WAY TO MISS THE ENTIRE POINT PEOPLE!!!

#yunhi #pakistani drama #type: opinion #writing this as twitter fully has a meltdown over TB is just...#damn bruh gonna protect my little peaceful side of Sunday even more now from all the Amreekans!!

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rise-and-shine-its-cold-outside · 2 years

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*my ultimate list of webcomics*

I think all of these are manhwa, so far. I’ll edit this list as I find more. I’ll eventually add the artist and/or author bc most started as webnovels maybe an actual review too This is not a list of all of the ones I’ve read! Just the ones I enjoy the most!

I’ll try to find the official English cover art for all of them

Also these are all ROMANCE with some exceptions.

In no particular order:

Omniscient Reader / Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Webnovel Author: Sing-Shong

Webcomic Artist: Sleepy-C

ok I lied i’m pretty sure this is my number one. it’s wonderful and I never fell for a story so fast. i’m slowly reading the webnovel alongside it, but considering the comic will be updating for ~10 yrs, (and yes i’m keeping up with it!!) i’m lowkey worried it might have a sad ending which i really don’t want (all i want is for kim dokja and his friends to be happy). if i say anything else this will get too long. it’s (i think) the only non-romance on this list.

Please Don’t Eat Me!

this isn’t really a healthy romance...which is expected from the premise + chapter 1... it works bc both leads know that their relationship isn’t normal. It’s good to read as a romance and thriller.

also i really love this story. it’s very interesting to think about bc while the female lead had reincarnated into a novel, she never finished it. and the og novel isn’t a romance at all. the readers have no idea what originally happened except for what the fl describes, and she doesn’t know the full story either. very mysterious

and the male lead is probably one of the most clever and scheming characters i’ve ever read about. as the og protagonist he would’ve been so overpowered

and the art!!! it really makes the story seem more terrifying and shows what the fl really feels through the screen.

The Villainess Turns the Hourglass / The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass

this was one of the first manhwa i read (i think the first was Bride of the Water God but that was years ago...)

the female lead is very cool and very smart. i think the title of the story is also cool bc most ‘villainess’ stories involve someone reincarnating into an og villain. but in this case, she was originally seen as a villain (not really one), then really became a villainess in her 2nd life. tho even then, idk if she is a villainess. she’s a protagonist who does bad things, and opposes another ‘villainess’.

The Villainess Flips the Script! / I Will Make an Effort to Change the Genre

i love the plot. and this trio’s interactions are very fun to read!! the og main character (the child) and the female lead make this story with reincarnation much more interesting :D

Father, I Don’t Want This Marriage

The Makeup Remover

it’s not really a romance even tho it was labelled as one. it has some friendships and focuses on other forms of love. it’s a good story with a good message

The Siren: Becoming the Villain’s Family

What It Means to Be You

this is such a complicated pairing...i want both of them to be happy....and i have honestly no idea if they are better separated or need to be together. this story is honestly kinda depressing. also i’m glad that there was no reincarnation/time travelling in this. they just need to genuinely live life happily by the end. please

Solitary Lady / Untouchable Lady

The Evil Princess Dreams of a Gingerbread House

no romance so far (there better be a time skip) but its fun

A Business Proposal

Saving My Sweetheart / A Way to Protect the Lovable You

name a better male lead. (in terms of a romantic relationship). i love this couple and the plot. and no one has infuriated me like this “saintess”

Also:

Atelier Inbyeoldang

(this shows both the fl and ml. at least i think he’s the ml. this story doesn’t have as many chapters as the others on this list. but its enjoyable nonetheless)

Like Wind on a Dry Branch

(i haven’t read this in a while but it was really good. though the pacing is different from the others here. when i get back to reading it, it might join the others above)

How to Hide the Emperor’s Child

Love this one especially bc it isn’t an isekai, there’s no regressor -- just a romantic fantasy where the fl is trying to live her best life with her son. She’s pretty cool. And...I like the ml. His interactions with his son are ironic and sweet as well.

~update:

it’s very funny,, the misunderstandings are hilarious but its also frustrating. bc there’s a lot the couple needs to ‘overcome’/get approval for that they don’t actually need to. also i love the male lead’s family.

i love them so much. there’s a special place in my heart for sweet romances. i don’t even know if these two will end up together but they’re so sweet and kind. it feels very episodic (so far), which reminds me of a lot of manga i used to read as a preteen. maybe that’s why it almost reminds me of Ouran High School Host Club. it’s pretty chill compared to the rest on this list, which is nice to read for a change.

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more to be added. i’ll probably add my other thoughts later or in a separate post bc these i think are really mostly warnings. but i really do like all of these !!!

#i'm sorry if ur following me for ohshc content #this is clearly not that lol #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #recs #isekai manhwa #time travel manhwa #i don't understand any of the tags with the word regressor #regression manhwa #webcomic recs #the art is pretty and the story is pretty #and i care for the characters #that's what i look for #except for please don't eat me #bc i reread that and i think the art looks better everytime #it confuses me

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Day 28 [Steven/ Zed/ Raju]

Prompt: "They wanted the monster they made..."

Steven

There had to be another way around this, there just had to be. Steven was currently watching you tear through people mercilessly. As if they were made of paper instead of flesh and bone. This was not like you, not in the slightest.

"[Name]!" He reached out, trying to grab your arm, to stop you if he could, "Please! This isn't like you!"

Steven's blood felt like pure ice as you turned to face him. It wasn't you looking back at him right now. He didn't know who you were in this moment.

"Steven, darling." Your voice was much crueler sounding, like when you tried crooning a villain monologue for laughs, "They want the monster they made. They asked for this and I'm happy to give them what they want."

You turned, pulling away from Steven, "Especially when I can finally ensure no one else has to suffer the way I did."

The grin on your face was sickening. A twisted contortion of ideals and morals that normally wouldn't even be possible for you.

And Steven knew it.

He latched onto your arm again, roughly tugging you back, "[Name], Amor. This isn't you." Steven made you look him in the eye, "We can figure out something else. There has to be another way to go about doing this. One where..."

You squinted at the sudden pause, "Go on, say it."

"One where you don't let them win!" Steven was desperate at this point, "Doing what they want you to do, being what they made you into. It's just letting them win. And I don't want to lose you [Name]. Not like this."

Zed

How could one human be this destructive? Was this even possible? Had you simply been holding back all this time? If so, why?

Had you been actively hiding this strength for a reason?

Zed couldn't take it anymore, he had to do something. Standing back and watching you sling these creatures, most of which were easily five or six times your size, around like rag dolls was getting out of hand. You were getting out of control and Zed needed to know why.

"[Name]! You have to calm down!" Zed just barely managed to grab your arm, yanking you off course a little, "Before you bury us in this building."

The chill of Zed's touch got to you quicker than his words did. As you looked down at his hand, the words mulled over in your mind. You knew he was right, it didn't take deep introspection to know Zed was right about the situation. But part of you didn't care, part of you wanted this. Deep down, you wanted to give in, to let loose on the people who wronged you.

You wanted to let your destructive tendencies run absolutely wild, just once.

"Zed," Your voice was low, not precisely ominous, though it was extremely close, "They want the monster they made. All this chaos, they brought it on themselves. And no one can change that."

There was a tense moment between the two of you, both looking the other dead in the eye. You moved first, stepping away from Zed.

"Not even you can change what I am."

Raju

None of this made any sense to Raju. Yes, he knew you had been captured by a blood breed when you were a child. He even knew you had been subjected to very dangerous procedures during that time. And while all of this information had been second-hand, being things you told him personally and not something he learned before he started dating you. Raju still had no idea what all that monster truly did to you, for you to be this vicious about slaughtering its underlings.

You were dead set on repaying the blood breed's cruelties ten-fold. Tearing through the lower-leveled monsters with ease. It would have been terrifying, had it not been Raju with you. He found this display of power to be very reassuring.

Because it meant you weren't a blood breed at all.

A deep, raspy breathing filled the silence as you regained your composure. Raju had been a little blind-sided by the sudden, violent outburst. All the chaos and destruction you were causing only solidified the fact that you would answer to no one. All the while, Raju just floated there, eyes clearly on you... though his face was as unreadable as ever.

"They wanted the monster they made, Raju." You started to explain, "I don't--"

"You're no monster [Name]." Raju cut you off as he floated closer to look you in the eye, "Hurt and upset perhaps, but not monstrous."

You couldn't understand this, you couldn't keep looking at him. Instead, you turned away. Though Raju wasn't having that in the slightest, he tugged your chin back to face him. Looking deep into your eyes, even though you still couldn't read him at all like this.

"We can easily show them why they never should have messed with you." He said, "And we will make them regret having laid even a single finger on you. I promise."

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #steven starphase #zed o'brien #master raju #angstuary 2023

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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For Better or For Worse x Genshin Impact

AHHHHHH I love reading comics or manhwa on Tapas since it's such a reliable place to do so (and I love supporting artists, even if its expensive T^T) but a while back this comic called For Better or For Worse with the most adorable FL and ML ever and the art is astounding, love how soft and warm it is.

Anyway! While I was reading the comic, I had come to a realization.

THE MALE LEAD

COULD BASICALLY BE DILUC

AND THE FEMALE LEAD

WOULD BE US THE READERS

LIKE THIS IS SO CUTE

The ML reminded me so much of Diluc now because I had just recently started playing again during Raiden's banner rerun, and this comic was on hiatus during that time for season 2. They are both normally nonexpressive (in-game at least), and I believe Diluc would be the type to absolutely tease his S/O light-heartedly, and would be an absolute menace for their heart.

Just

LOOK AT THESE TWO PRECIOUS BABIES

I don't know, maybe it's just me and my fever-ridden brain (yes I am still down for the count but hey more posting time!)

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #for better or for worse manhwa #x reader #wolfcatposts #wolfcatideas

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faeseekerandy · 7 months

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song 7 for a character of your choosing lol :)

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault (Frankenstein)

Rathaway X Rachel Roth – Rathaway doesn’t know she’s a titan and she’s scouting him to join the Titans. Rathaway has all the issues.

BB woke up unable to understand what was compelling him to want to be a rat. His entire body grew hair and he slowly grew smaller and smaller until is was a tiny mouse. Then like chasing cheese he walked out in the middle of the night without telling anyone. Come breakfast the fact that he was not first at the table caused great concern for everyone involved. Luckly for him BB was tagged and was easy to find.

Central CITY! – Grayson was concerned – Why did he go to central city in the middle of the night! Raven you wanna take this one? – Asked Damien – the kid follows you around like a lost puppy, so go fetch our pet so….

The look on Raven’s face and the extra set of eyes was all the cue Damien needed to drop the subject. He’s not sure how well he can stack up against Trigon and wasn’t in the mood to find out.

Rachel opened a portal directly to the cosmic location were BB was, he saw him, as a rat surrounded by an army of rats, one tiny green spec in a sea of filthy disgusting rats. He picked bb by the tail and attempted to snap him out of it. When even putting him on her chest did not work, it became obvious that his hypnosis was far more powerful than she could have imagined. She faded into the wall and watched carefully to figure out what was causing this extreme form of hypnosis that was not broken by anything magical or physical.

A few hours later a small stubby mass of complexes and issues walked in. Rachel instantly sensed the inner turmoil in this poor souls’ mind. All the issues! Abandonment issues, fear for his situation, not having a home and being forced to forage in the sewers, fear of extreme betrayal, all emotions she could sense coming from this cloud of frustration and angs.

What’s that you’re saying? – said Rathaway, said while talking to one of his rats – That this room smells like a Depeche Mode concert? Why yes it is very weird, did an army of Goth angsty teenagers waltzed by while I was away?

COME OUT, you can hide your visage but not your smell of cheap eyeliner and Sucreabeille perfume. Let me guess, demon girl, or daughter of Satan, or something devil related. – Rathaway look annoyed.

FINE GEESH – Raven came out of the shadow – one of those rats is mine, and I need it back.

Really? Wish one- asked Rathaway not taken aback by the figure emerging from the wall.

Raven - Takea guess !

Rathaway – Yea not a lot of green demon rats are there. Rathaway was almost amused but playing it cool. He was trying to figure out at what moment to send the army of rats at him.

I rolled a 20 on my mind reading abilities, you’re an open book to me, and if you don’t wanna see a million rats go up in flame I suggest you keep your filthy pets to yourself – Said Raven

Oh a Geek a devil girl, I suppose rolling seduction is out of the question. – Said Rathaway.

Not if you want me to kick your dices! – Raven was kinda annoyed at this point.

FINE your intimidation roll worked, here is your freeky green rat. – said rathaway releasing his spell.

How do I know he’s not gonna be hypnotized again – asked Raven annoyed.

You don’t! I may want to see you again and then all I’ve got to do is play this fl…. – he was interrupted when raven took over the flute with her magic and prepared to destroy it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – he lunged at the flute crying in a panic. It was pathetic. He fled to a dark corner of the room,crying and trying to claw at the wall to find a place to hide it.

That flute, its precious to you isn’t it – you don’t really need it to fight me but you cling to it. Said raven

Would you stop reading my FUCKING MIND ALREADY! – at one point you have to realize it feels like being naked in front of a million people.

You took my precious pet, this creature is my price possession, and I refuse to go easy on you until I know without a shadow of a dought that it belongs to me and me alone. I play with it,and tease it as I see fit. I wont let some snut punk wanna be villain with issues take him from me. MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Rathaway trembling made an alteration to the Anti life equation that made it so it could not be used specifically on BB.

Alright since you kept your end of the bargain I’ll stop probing your mind. – Said raven – I don’t normally do that. But you took my precious pet so I was not gonna play fair. I was ready to send you to hell if needed.

Bhhhhh the devil girl is gonna send me to hell, spooky, could you be any more of a cliché – rathaway was annoyed. Do you know what you put me thru just now! If you had me by the balls I would not have been more horrified. That flute…

It’s a toten of trauma, interrupted Raven, you need to let it go, forgot it and begin to heal. It will be difficult but if you come with me, with the titans, you can slowly come to live a normal life, with friends that wont abandon you.

Yea Sure, you’re sooo normal demon girl – rathaway was more relaxed now that he sensed no hostility from Rachel.

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal. And ever-present. Sometimes you can be safely at a home and see something on tv and suddenly it comes back like a monster, a predator. And you try to act normal so nobody sees your suffering, but the sweat and the palpitations, and your inability to stand up, the betray you, so you say you’re going to take a bath so nobody sees you tremble.

And sometimes you can be under a bridge feeling like the world is collapsing over you, and you feel thankful because its not the worst that’s ever happened to you. You think, compared to where I’ve been, being homeless doesn’t feel so bad, and then you realize that….

Raven hugged Rathaway, and then he was quiet, she kept repeating over and over – “none of this was your fault, none of this was your fault.”

I missed being hugged so much – Rathaway was smiling, - Ok lets get going.

Dude I had the weirdt dream - the rat changed form into a human, rathaway look puzzled

IT WAS A DREAM! - screamed Raven, her pale skin showing a slight hint of blush under all the eye liner and pale face paint. – IT WAS A DREAM AND DONT FUCKING GET ANY IDEAS

BB turning into a tiny puppy begin whimpering.

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Warbirds over the beach 2016

(Courtesy photo)Ī Saturday ticket to the air show grants access to the control tower ceremony. Air show tickets are available online at $30 per adult single-day admission and $15 per youth single-day admission. Children under 6 get in free. The reconstructed control tower, with finishing touches still being made, at the Military Aviation Museum in Virginia Beach. MESSERSCHMITT BF109-G4, Schwartz-1, W-nr19257, Warbirds over the Beach, Fighter factory, 20160520, D8C9142 Messerschmitt BF109-G4, Schwartz-1, W-nr19257, N109GY, finished in the scheme of holder of the Knights cross of the Iron cross Klaus Quaet-Faslem of 1/JG3, restored from a Buchon C.4K-64 by Meier Motors for the Fighter Factory of Virginia Beach using an Daimler Benz DB605A inverted V12. Air Force, and the Civil Air Patrol on color guard. The event will help kick off the Warbirds Over the Beach air show, which will run from 9 a.m. and will feature a fly-over by Air Force training jets, formations by the Royal Air Force and U.S. The dedication ceremony is scheduled for 10:30 a.m. The Military Aviation Museum used some of the bricks and other original material in the reconstructed tower. The tower was deconstructed at its location near Goxhill, England, and shipped to the United States. Army Air Force in August 1942, according to a release from the museum. 345) and was formally transferred to the U.S. The tower operated at the first American fighter base in England (USAAF Station No. VIRGINIA BEACH – The Military Aviation Museum will hold a dedication ceremony Saturday to celebrate the completion of a reconstructed World War II radio control tower that was transported from England. Last edited by n33d4sp33d85 on Mon 5:09 pm, edited 1 time in total. Pilot error.The World War II control tower near Goxhill, England before its deconstruction and move to the Military Aviation Museum in Virginia Beach. Virginia’s largest all-warbird air show is back Join us October 2 & 3, 2021 to see rare WWII and WWI-era aircraft in flight Featuring. That approach normally wouldn’t have stalled but I had the heavier battery/ plane. All fixed except the clip I need to replace. Side loaded my gear losing an e clip and bending my main. In stalling I stalled and “slid” sideways in the rough. I had a pretty hard cross wind develop and was crabbing in but was getting blown off line and pondered a little too long deciding to land on the grass off the side of the geotex. I know you will say a good pilot does not need SAFE. This looks to be a complex program so maybe separating the gear and flap channels and keeping SAFE always on is the best way to get to know the P39 and separate gear and flaps.Īny one have a program they can explain or post here? You would only have 2 flap positions -100 and 0 but what about the gear? McMullen Booth Road - Clearwater, FL 33759. Friday: The Ultimate Abbott and Costello Tribute Show Italian American Club 200 S. So with C operating a 2 position gear and a 3 position flap which takes precedence? The digital switch values can be adjusted so either the gear and flaps can be extended or retracted. Thursday: Today, in 1951, Bud Abbott and Lou Costello make their television debut as guest hosts on 'The Colgate Comedy Hour'. Yes I know the NX6 has a hidden 7th channel.Ħ Aux 2 for SAFE Select On or Off on Aux 2 Here is option one for the DX6 with only 6 channels. Open Programming is even more non standard. The Hangardeck Podcast Team Traveled to Virginia Beach to participate in the Warbirds Over the Beach 2016 Airshow. There are all sorts of options and no standard in the Spektrum community. The B switch seems to be the standard at our 100 member club for turning SAFE Off for inflight aerobatics or ground maneuvering with tighter nose gear radius. The C switch is closer to the non flying hand and can be used as well for flaps or the larger toggle D switch. I know some put the gear channel and assign operation to A0 for up and A1 for down. As the name suggests, this event will satisfy any. Gear and flaps are mostly on separate switches like real aircraft but don’t have to. Every year, the Military Aviation Museum in Virginia Beach hosts their Warbirds Over The Beach event. I’ll be Programming my iX12 and his DX6 for wireless checkout/fam flying. He’s got flap experience but no retract experience. My buddy's wife got him a surprise Christmas present.

#Warbirds over the beach 2016

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leagueofleaguesff · 2 years

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ILL FL (NFL) Week 2 Recap🏈🏈🏈🏈🏈

Speaking of 2️⃣, each television 📺 broadcast normally has a 2️⃣ man booth 🎤.

ABC, CBS, NBC, FOX. AMAZON

Let's get each network duos take on the ILL FL matchups 🔊

🏈NBC Sunday Night Football 📺

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The Professor 🏉Laura

Al Michaels: Welcome everybody to the NBC Sunday Night Footb-

*interrupts*

Chris Collinsworth: Now here's a guy who had the highest scoring QB for the week on his team and STILL lost. Wanna know why?

Al Michaels: Chris don't ever interrupt m-

*interrupts*

Chris Collinsworth: The Professor man. He had hurts score 72 points and would you believe it?

Awkward pause...

Al Michaels: Believe wh-

*interrupts*

Chris Collinsworth: The Professor had Tua on his bench with over 100 points!

Al Michaels: Well Laura won th-

*interrupts*

Chris Collinsworth: Now here's a lady-

*interrupts*

Al Michaels: I f#@*ing quit!

(Al throws down mic and walks off)

....

Chris Collinsworth:

Laura beats Professor staying undefeated while professor slides into the winless column.

🏈Amazon Thursday Night Football 📺

Jermaine🏉Oliver

Al: Hi I'm Al Michaels and I'm privileged to be here on the Amazon broadcast away from that pencil neck prick Chris Collinsnort. I am joined today by...by...whats your name?

Kirk: Al do you not remem- production meetings I mean is this a joke? We're live here.

Al: Just tell me your damn name.

Kirk: I'm sorry America (adjusts tie). I am Kirk Herbstreit. I-

Al: Kirk who? Herb like chicken herb and spices?

Kirk: Yes I suppose so and-

*interrupts*

Al: Herb....streit? Like the street a road?

Kirk: Where is this all coming from? Yes like-

*interrupts*

Al: I f#@*ing quit

(Al storms off set)

I would storm off too if I had started a superior QB (Herb)bert over my opponents (Kirk) Cousins who produced a terrible game & still lose to that team much like Jermaine lost to Oliver in such a close bout. If Kirk just could get a few more points Monday night sigh. Literally,is he could have done one deep pass or TD instead of the atrocious outing he had, he could have had just enough to beat Oliver. Very Fustrating.

Luckily, through other shenanigans, Jermaine was able to move up in ranks into 4th place as Oliver takes the number 1 spot as defending championship 🏆.

🏈ABC Monday Night Football 📺

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Carla🏈Matt

Al Michaels: Welcome America to footballs game of the week in prime time, Monday Night Football

*music cue*

Al Michaels: Now back...yet again, with another legendary host John Madden. So John, what do you think of tonight's game so far?

John Madden: (Excitingly) Well Al, 2️⃣ quote another famous announcer Jim Ross - they're killing us in the ratings may I add - we have us a slobber knocker....or rather gobble knocker get it ?!

Madden (laughs hysterically)

....

Madden (Still laughing)

.......

Madden: Its (laugh) Thanksgiving week (laugh) get it (snorts) Gooble knocker (crying laughing)

........

.........

Madden: *Spends a whole segment on dissecting plays on how to eat a Turducken and how a Turducken is a 🐔 chicken 🦃turkey 🦆duck Mashup of 🍖 meat👇

John Madden Turducken strategy 👇👇👇👇

...........

*Al Michaels calmly takes off his jacket and puts down his microphone 🎤.....and proceeds to jump out the window of the booth*

While this commentary had nothing to do with the fantasy matchup directly, the "mashup" can refer to the fact he had put in Carson Wentz and Pat Freiermuth as his starters were out (Dak & Kittle). His plan worked as he managed to gain a victory due in part to a strong showing by both. As random as that pairing was, much like a turducken, any given Sunday players can do well or not for you.

With the win, Matt is in 7th but at least with a win. Carla drops to 0-2 but is thankfully not in last place.

🏈CBS Football Sunday Romo-Stradamus Special📺

Ricky🏈Johnny

Jim Nantz: Good afternoon folks and welcome to the CBS broadcast of NFL Sunday Football. As always I'm Jim Nantz and my partner today-

*interrupts*

Romo: You're gonna say Tony Romo.

Jim: Well yes of course, can't do this alone and were partners-

*interrupts*

Romo: You're gonna say we have some good games for the audience in the early afternoon games huh. I know man. I know what you're gonna say before you say it ha!

Jim *shakes head* Yes Tony, that's what we're here to do so of course-

*interrupts*

Romo: The camera is gonna show various players warning up on the sidelines now I just know it. I have a feeling about this.

Jim: Would you-

*interrupts*

Romo: Stop....you're were going to say stop weren't you. Ha! I knew it! I'm good at this! Oh wait, now you're gonna get frustrated ha!

*Jim sighs*

Romo: Jim....Jim now watch this. Johnny who's writing this is gonna talk about one of the fantasy matchups in Taureans league. Just watch...actually read! Just read, you'll read just you see. Ha!

.....

Johnny writes: Ricky-

*interrupts*

Romo: See Jim! He's writing I told you he would ha! He usually does some desperate tie in that doesn't really tie in but he tries to add humor, usually not that funny but he tries. Or he uses some sort of theme to coincide with the narrativ-

*Jim punches Romo in the jaw knocking him out*

Johnny writes: Bet you didn't see that coming ha!

Johnny beat Ricky. Both are in wildcard positions 5th and 6th respectively with a 1-1 record.

*interrupts*

Romo (struggling to talk) ...I......knew... .he.....would......say th...that.

🏈Fox NFL Prime Time Football 📺

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Demetri 🏈Taurean

This Fox broadcast is brought to you by Telemundo and all voices are dubbed by Joe Buck and Troy Aikman.

A Beautiful Latin women in a red dress is enjoying her balcony view of harbor island looking at the Tampa downtown Skyline. Demetri struts out the bedroom in his gaucho gear.

Demetri: Mira.... (dramatically)

The women turns around whimsically to Demetri. Her dress reveals the word "WIN" on the front.

Win: Si mi amor. (Dramatically)

Demetri: déjame tenerte (translate: me have you *dramatically*)

Women: Mi nombre es Victoria. It means win in Spanish. If you want me....you must earn me (Dramatically)

Demetri: Yo te quiero. I do want you....badly (Dramatically)

*Suddenly the front door to the hotel room swings open. Taurean slides in Kramer style in his guayabera* (Dramatically)

Taurean: Victoria! Debo tenerte. I must have you! (Dramatically)

*Demetri dramatically stares at Taurean*

*Taurean dramatically stares at Demetri*

*Victoria dramatically looks at both men and faints*

(Dramatic music plays)

Announcer: Who will win....win (Victoria) dramatically*

Aikman: This is why we're moving to ESPN

Joe Buck: This is why I'm already drunk

Johnny: The Winner.....dramatic pause....

*breathes dramatically*

Demetri (Dramatically said with Dramatic music and dramatic zoom on Demetris face)

Demetri is in 2nd (Dramatically)

Taurean is in last place (Dramatically)

Weeks 2 Rankings Reveal (Dramatically)

1️⃣ Oliver

2️⃣Demetri

3️⃣Laura

4️⃣Jermaine

5️⃣Ricky

6️⃣Johnny

7️⃣Matt

8️⃣Professor

9️⃣Carla

🔟Taurean

Stay tuned for our next recap below on ESPN ...just scroll down.....Dramatically 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

#Youtube

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maldito-arbol · 2 years

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Alex raebits’s new sasharcy art hasn’t been burned into my head all day nooo what are you talking about! I haven’t thought about it at all since!

Having said that, here’s a ficlet I wrote about it:

She’s staring again.

Marcy knows she has a tendency to zone out often—she’ll be in class and suddenly realize the teacher’s words no longer carry any coherency to her ears, or hanging out with the girls and lose track of the time and the place, or even watching a movie and forget the entire plot and have to go back and rewind it—this is nothing new to her. She’ll stare into space, not really looking at anything, and her mind will leap into a downward spiral of thoughts without relevance.

What is new, however, is what she’s been doing lately.

Instead of zoning out and catching herself staring intently at Anne’s blue lunchbox with the little goldfish on it, or at Sasha’s hands and her prettily painted pink nails drumming softly against the picnic tables outside in the warm spring air, instead she’s staring at Sasha. Instead she’s really looking at her, not fixing her pupils on an object without registering what it is, no, she’s taking in every detail of her friend’s face, from the little beauty mark there on her cheek to the shape of her jaw and the creases and dark bags hanging beneath her eye from their last sleepover.

This is not the first time this has happened, and she doubts it’ll be the last. She’ll catch herself doing it, fret and look away sharply, hoping Sasha hadn’t noticed. But this time Sasha’s looking intensely at her phone, tapping away what Marcy can only assume is an angry text to either an ex or one of her parents, and this time Anne’s off ordering food for the three of them. That leaves her the opportunity to look, to note every square inch of her face as she scoffs and sends the message off in an angry flourish.

Even so, Marcy finds it endearing. The slight furrow in her brow, the little flash of rage in her eye, and the subsequent aggressive way she shuts her phone off, snatches her Monster energy drink up and takes a long, slow swig of it.

Oh gosh. I really do like her. She isn’t dense about her own feelings by any means, knows that the heat that spreads across her cheeks is not platonic in the slightest, and she understands that her eyes settle there on Sasha’s lips far too often for comfort. They look remarkably soft. She worries and fears Sasha will one day notice her feelings, decide that’s not something she wants around her and subsequently leave.

But what if she already knows? Sasha’s sharp, very observant of her friends’ every gesture and every expression, yes oftentimes in order to use against them, but it sure does make Marcy’s heart beat faster to think Sasha might be watching her too.

She’s too concentrated now, so much that she doesn’t process Sasha’s gaze sweeping towards her suddenly, her eyebrow quirking up.

She stops drinking for a moment, meets Marcy’s eyes, and they both blink owlishly.

Oh no! She caught me! Her palms begin sweating. Calm down, Marcy. She only just noticed. It’s possible she doesn’t realize how long you’ve been staring. She swallows a lump in her throat and tries her damndest to appear normal as Sasha speaks.

“What?” She prompts, glancing down at her drink and back up at Marcy, seemingly coming to a realization before casually sliding it closer to her. “Y’want some?”

Marcy’s eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open ever so slightly, she can’t help it. The first thing she comes to understand is that Sasha has just been drinking from that can, the lips Marcy was staring at wrapped gently around the edge of it as she did so, and that means…that means…

A loud squeak makes its way out of her throat. “An indirect k-kiss!” She says, audibly, and before she can proceed to regret every decision she’s ever made in her entire life, Sasha just snorts, rolls her eyes, and pulls it back, muttering.

“If you’re gonna be like that, nevermind, you dork.” She misses the way Sasha’s face flushes pink, too focused on her retreating hand.

And then the moment is suddenly over, Sasha’s staring back at her phone and drawing circles listlessly around the rim of the can with a finger, and Marcy is forcing herself to look away.

She caught you already, so don’t make any more slip ups!

Instead she’s forced to stare at the Nintendo switch she’d already forgotten about held there in between her palms, unable to recognize the shapes and patterns on the screen because her eyes look straight past them hoping to ascend into a dimension where she’d just said sure, Sash, I would like a sip! and not made it weird or put her off or even clued her in to the realization that Marcy might’ve been thinking about anything but tasting her friend’s favorite energy drink. Her disappointment coils around her like a snake, yet she finds shame pooling there with it because she should not even be looking at her friend like that in the first place!

She zones out again. This time, properly. Forgets the mechanics of the game, forgets how to discern the buttons, ceases to register where she’s looking in the first place.

She doesn’t notice Sasha peeking at her several times, worriedly, nervous in a kind of endearing way, scooting close as if planning to speak up again and dispel the awkward tension in the air, but not quite getting the words past her throat.

So instead, a hand comes to wrap around her, fingers digging gently into her opposite shoulder, and before Marcy can turn her gaze there’s a soft pair of lips pressing warmly to her cheek, Sasha leaning up against her as she makes the move with no more hesitation, impulsive as ever and yet confident through her wordless gesture.

The switch falls from Marcy’s grasp, a little inhale of shock pulled into her lungs, and her heartbeat quickens.

Oh.

When Sasha pulls away, there’s a wonderful smirk set in those lips. “…how about a direct kiss instead?” she says slyly.

A sharp tingle shoots down her spine. She opens her mouth to say something, something slick like it’s not a direct kiss if it isn’t on the lips, Sashy~ but her tongue is practically in a knot and she can’t form the words, doesn’t even dare breathe when her friend scoots back to her place, satisfied and still pleasantly flushed.

“You…you…” kissed me? is the end of the sentence, but she doesn’t get to say it.

“Man, that line was long!”

Anne’s here, Anne’s back, and she’s carrying three trays like they’re nothing, a mark of her restaurant experience. She’s entirely oblivious to what just happened, a cheerful smile there as she sets their trays down and slides into the empty space between Marcy and Sasha, effectively separating them.

“Sorry for the wait, girls, but lunch is served!” Anne’s cute voice reaches her again, and Marcy forcibly snaps herself out of it to smile and thank her gratefully.

Sasha mirrors her, seemingly unaffected by the interaction, and Marcy briefly fears she’s already forgotten about it. Neither of them are going to bring it up. Not in front of Anne, probably not ever, and that dips her right back into silent crisis mode.

Marcy sits, stares at her tray of food she doesn’t register either, and she zones out again.

Still…that felt nice.

#amphibia #sasharcy #mal writes #i can’t write my own fic but I can pump out self-indulgent sasharcy apparently!!

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one birthday to the next - Theo

Happy New Year everyone!

I wrote a short story for Theo’s birthday, and I liked it so much I decided to share it on both Ko-fi and Tumblr too. I edited the version on Tumblr slightly to remove something I thought was spoilery, but otherwise they’re the same.

Theo comes across as a kinder person here. I know I’ve received comments before that Theo is not the softest romance option, which is why I wanted to offer some insight into what they’re like with a psychic they’ve come to know and love. That said, they won’t always be like this in the game. This story makes a couple of assumptions, one being that Theo regards the psychic as an equal, which is why they’re more comfortable and open around them.

THEODORE

When you’d asked him what he wanted for his birthday, Theo looked…surprised. Not at the notion of you celebrating his birthday, but the notion that you had to ask.

“I thought you would have known by now,” he comments, looking at you over the book he’s reading.

You sigh, knowing he’s referring to your ability to hear what he’s thinking. Theo’s mental shields are the strongest you’ve ever felt, but for he rarely keeps them up when he’s around you. Reading his mind has its conveniences, sure, but not for an occasion like this. It just didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to hear it from him, not go foraging through his mind like a thief in the night.

A slow smile crosses his lips. He slides a bookmark between the pages and sets it aside, giving you his full attention. “What?”

“I want you to tell me,” you insist.

Theo sighs. “I can give you the list.”

You gape at him. “There’s a list?”

“Not a long one,” he assures. “But I prepared it for…” he pauses. “Questions like this.”

You know your boyfriend long enough to know there was another word before questions. Probably asinine, because he refuses to use the word “foolish” like normal people. You frown, slightly put out by his words, and turn away. “See if I get you anything now,” you say flatly.

“Wait,” he calls, and you can hear the undercurrent of panic in his voice that makes you pause. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean–” he sighs again, a huff of air that’s edged with frustration–directed at himself, and not you. “It feels wrong asking you for things,” he explains slowly, and you hear the whisper of his thoughts brush against your mind.

You’ve given me so much.

Well, you can’t stay mad when he’s looking at you like that. “Give me the list,” you say finally, softening your voice, and Theo relaxes, offering you a cautious smile.

Theo asks for wine, which is simple and very predictable of him. It’s not a problem at all for you to make the purchase, but you want to give him, well, more.

So you make a reservation at Theo’s favourite restaurant for dinner on the 28th, and you even send an invite to his work email to block out his time.

He raises his eyebrows when he sees the invite. “Is this necessary?”

“Yes, honey,” you say sweetly.

Chuckling, Theo accepts the invite with an indulgent shake of his head.

Things don’t go to plan, because of course they don’t. You’re familiar with Murphy’s Law. Your life is nothing if not the perfect example of one. If anything can go wrong, it will.

First of all, the wine is delayed at customs, and you spend a good hour on the phone trying to negotiate with a tired sounding customs officer who’s obviously unhappy about spending the festive week between Christmas and New Year’s at work. Look, you sympathise, you really do, but as your one gift failed to show up on time, your patience is, well, frayed.

You apologise for it with a homemade breakfast in bed for Theo, which you were already planning on anyway, and you pray that the rest of the day goes smoothly.

It does not. When the both of you get to the restaurant later that evening, you see that it is on fire.

“How is this possible?” You groan as you and Theo both stare up at the blazing building. Smoke billows out of the windows, grey clouds set against an even darker night, and the orange flames cast flickering shadows against the steadily melting snow. You breathe in the ashy scent of the flames and turn to bury your face against Theo’s chest, squeezing your eyes shut and inhaling the expensive cologne he wears. Maybe then it will block out the choking smell of the fire, and you can pretend this day never happened.

Theo barks out of a laugh. Good god. You must have had a day.

He takes your face in his gloved hands, grey eyes scanning your expression with amused concern. “We should leave. ”

You nod. The emotions from everyone standing around watching the fire is skyrocketing, and they’re messing with yours. Theo’s tender gesture is undercut by necessity–he’s trying to ground you in case you get swept away on a wave of other people’s feelings.

“Shall we go home?” you say, a little forlornly.

He kisses you gently as a way of answer. His lips are cold, and his beard tickles. “Home.” He agrees.

So that’s it. You’re back in the apartment you share with Theo, with no food and no birthday gift. It’s nearly 9pm. You’re starving and tired and scrambling for some way, any way to salvage this impressively horrible day. You haven’t done any shopping, and it’ll take ages to whip up a meal now. But the only place that does take-out at this time is the pizza place across town, which would take an hour to arrive.

As though sensing your distress, Theo squeezes your shoulder. “Give me 30 minutes.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “To do what?”

He walks to the bar, and pulls out a bottle of chardonnay, which he expertly uncorks and tops a generous amount into a wine glass. “I’m making dinner. Sit. Drink. I’ll be with you in 30 minutes.”

You know what he’s doing. “Theo, it’s your birthday–”

“Which is why you should let me do what I want,” he cuts in smoothly, and you glare at him. You hate when he gets all smart with you (well, not really. It’s kinda hot) but having him put in the work to save his birthday just feels insulting, and the last thing you want for him on his birthday.

“Theo,” you sigh, and he pauses, hearing the plea in your voice. He reads you as well as you can read him, which says a lot considering you’re a psychic.

“Let’s cook together?” he suggests, and you nod, mollified.

Our dinner is the leftover curry from last night which he heats up on the stove. Theo also throws together a salad, and you empty what’s left of our rice into a pot. Dessert is a cake sent by his colleagues, and the both of you sit in comfortable silence as we eat. It’s nothing special, but after the day you just had, it feels comforting.

“I’m sorry everything fucked up today,” you say sheepishly.

He levels a calm look at you. “Don’t apologise. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Still. I wanted today to be good for you.”

“It was good for me,” Theo smiles, looking a little wistful. “It was everything I wanted on my birthday.”

“What, having your birthday gift stuck at customs and seeing someone commit arson on a fancy Polish restaurant?”

“Spending the day with you,” he says simply, and you stare at him.

“We always spend time together.”

“I know. But my parents usually went overboard celebrating my birthday. It was always a big to-do, my friends, friends of their friends. It was nice as a kid, but in hindsight it felt unnecessarily grand, and I wanted…” his voice wavers, and he seems to be searching for a word to say. “I wanted ordinary. Just enjoying the company of people I love.”

You gaze into your wine glass, pretending Theo’s speech hadn’t made you misty eyed. You blame it on the alcohol. “You and your big words. I love you too, though.”

He smiles at you over the rim of his glass. “All the same, I do hope the wine makes it,” he comments offhandedly.

“Think it’s too much to hope for it to arrive on new year’s eve,” you lament. You’re all too familiar with the slowed shipping that accompanies every festive season. “You really had to be born between Christmas and New Year’s Day, huh?”

“I always did love a good party.”

“We should have just thrown one this year and have everyone bring the food.”

“I disagree. I like it better when it’s just us two.”

You open your mouth, about to call him a sap, when he tugs you close for a quick kiss, then another that erases what you were about to say off your mind.

Maybe Murphy’s Law needs a slight adjustment, you think as you set your wine glass down in favour of wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. Just because things go wrong doesn’t mean they can’t become delightfully good at the end.

THEODORA

When you’d asked her what she wanted for her birthday, Theo looked…surprised. Not at the notion of you celebrating her birthday, but the notion that you had to ask.

“I thought you would have known by now,” she comments, looking at you over the book she’s reading.

You sigh, knowing she’s referring to your ability to hear what she’s thinking. Theo’s mental shields are the strongest you’ve ever felt, but she rarely keeps them up when she’s around you.

Reading her mind has its conveniences, sure, but not for an occasion like this. It just didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to hear it from her, not go foraging through her mind like a thief in the night.

A slow smile crosses her lips. She slides a bookmark between the pages and sets it aside, giving you her full attention. “What?”

“I want you to tell me,” you insist.

Theo sighs. “I can give you the list.”

You gape at her. “There’s a list?”

“Not a long one,” she assures. “But I prepared it for…” she pauses. “Questions like this.”

You know your girlfriend long enough to know there was another word before questions. Probably asinine, because she refuses to use the word “foolish” like normal people. You frown, slightly put out by her words, and turn away. “See if I get you anything now,” you say flatly.

“Wait,” she calls, and you can hear the undercurrent of panic in her voice that makes you pause. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean–” she sighs again, a huff of air that’s edged with frustration–directed at herself, and not you. “It feels wrong asking you for things,” she explains slowly, and you hear the whisper of her thoughts brush against your mind.

You’ve given me so much.

Well, you can’t stay mad when she’s looking at you like that. “Give me the list,” you say finally, softening your voice, and Theo relaxes, offering you a cautious smile.

Theo asks for wine, which is simple and very predictable of her. It’s not a problem at all for you to make the purchase, but you want to give her, well, more.

So you make a reservation at Theo’s favourite restaurant for dinner on the 28th, and you even send an invite to her work email to block out her time.

She raises her eyebrows when she sees the invite. “Is this necessary?”

“Yes, honey,” you say sweetly.

Chuckling, Theo accepts the invite with an indulgent shake of her head.

Things don’t go to plan, because of course they don’t. You’re familiar with Murphy’s Law. Your life is nothing if not the perfect example of one. If anything can go wrong, it will.

You apologise for it with a homemade breakfast in bed for Theo, which you were already planning on anyway, and you pray that the rest of the day goes smoothly.

It does not. When the both of you get to the restaurant later that evening, you see that it is on fire.

“How is this possible?” You groan as you and Theo both stare up at the blazing building. Smoke billows out of the windows, grey clouds set against an even darker night, and the orange flames cast flickering shadows against the steadily melting snow. You breathe in the ashy scent of the flames and turn to bury your face against Theo’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut and inhaling the expensive perfume she wears. Maybe then it will block out the choking smell of the fire, and you can pretend this day never happened.

Theo huffs out of a laugh. Good god. You must have had a day.

She takes your face in her gloved hands, grey eyes scanning your expression with amused concern. “We should leave. ”

You nod. The emotions from everyone standing around watching the fire is skyrocketing, and they’re messing with yours. Theo’s tender gesture is undercut by necessity–she’s trying to ground you in case you get swept away on a wave of other people’s feelings.

“Shall we go home?” you say, a little forlornly.

She kisses you gently as a way of answer. Her lips are cold, and taste like the flavoured chapstick she has on. “Home.” She agrees.

As though sensing your distress, Theo squeezes your shoulder. “Give me 30 minutes.”

You arch an eyebrow at her. “To do what?”

She walks to the bar, and pulls out a bottle of chardonnay, which she expertly uncorks and tops a generous amount into a wine glass. “I’m making dinner. Sit. Drink. I’ll be with you in 30 minutes.”

You know what she’s doing. “Theo, it’s your birthday–”

“Which is why you should let me do what I want,” she cuts in smoothly, and you glare at her. You hate when she gets all smart with you (well, not really. It’s kinda hot) but having her put in the work to save her birthday just feels insulting, and the last thing you want for her on her birthday.

“Theo,” you sigh, and she pauses, hearing the plea in your voice. She reads you as well as you can read her, which says a lot considering you’re a psychic.

“Let’s cook together?” she suggests, and you nod, mollified.

Our dinner is the leftover curry from last night which she heats up on the stove. Theo also throws together a salad, and you empty what’s left of our rice into a pot. Dessert is a cake sent by her colleagues, and the both of you sit in comfortable silence as we eat. It’s nothing special, but after the day you just had, it feels comforting.

“I’m sorry everything fucked up today,” you say sheepishly.

She levels a calm look at you. “Don’t apologise. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Still. I wanted today to be good for you.”

“It was good for me,” Theo smiles, looking a little wistful. “It was everything I wanted on my birthday.”

“What, having your birthday gift stuck at customs and seeing someone commit arson on a fancy Polish restaurant?”

“Spending the day with you,” she says simply, and you stare at her.

“We always spend time together.”

“I know. But my parents usually went overboard celebrating my birthday. It was always a big to-do, my friends, friends of their friends. It was nice as a kid, but in hindsight it felt unnecessarily grand, and I wanted…” her voice wavers, and she seems to be searching for a word to say. “I wanted ordinary. Just enjoying the company of people I love.”

You gaze into your wine glass, pretending Theo’s speech hadn’t made you misty eyed. You blame it on the alcohol. “You and your big words. I love you too, though.”

She smiles at you over the rim of her glass. “All the same, I do hope the wine makes it,” she comments offhandedly.

“I always did love a good party.”

“We should have just thrown one this year and have everyone bring the food.”

“I disagree. I like it better when it’s just us two.”

You open your mouth, about to call her a sap, when she tugs you close for a quick kiss, then another that erases what you were about to say off your mind.

Maybe Murphy’s Law needs a slight adjustment, you think as you set your wine glass down in favour of wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. Just because things go wrong doesn’t mean they can’t become delightfully good at the end.

#theo reyes #short stories

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