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wol-fica · 1 year

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parings - jennaortega x singer!fem!reader

summary - you realize your relationship with jenna seems to be crumbling, so you do something about it

warnings - weird therapist, some percy diss, but that’s it :)

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“Relationships can be hard, and arguments are a normal thing all people go through.”

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers while searching for anything to look at besides your therapist.

The reason for today's sudden visit was because you felt like your relationship with your girlfriend was going downhill. You understood that life can be tough sometimes, but this was much too stressful for you to keep bottled up.

“Can you tell me some specific reasons why you believe your dating life is struggling?” Your therapist asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Well,” You readjusted on the couch, “It just feels like I’m trying way too hard to keep us together, when I shouldn’t be.”

“I understand.”

“Having a girlfriend shouldn’t induce stress or anxiety, it should be fun and enjoyable.” You went on, now feeling like letting all your worries out, “I get that she has a job; I do too! But that isn’t an excuse to treat me terribly….”

“Yes, I agree.” Your therapist said as she jotted down some notes in her book, “You are still pursuing singing right?”

You nodded, smiling at the thought of your recently ended tour. Traveling the world was very exciting, and you loved experiencing different cultures along the way. The only wish you had was that Jenna would have been beside you; But like always, she put work first.

“So think about this. You have a job that takes you around the world, causes you to miss out on certain things but be included in newer things like events and shows?”

You nodded again, confirming the description of your work.

“And Jenna’s job consists of…exactly the same thing.”

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look at the ground sadly. It was true, you both had time consuming jobs that dragged you about the globe and took your time away from family and friends.

Yet somehow, you always made sure to have time. You would always tell your manager that family was first, and no matter what you would squeeze them into your schedule just so you could see them and feel at home while traveling or working.

Jenna’s job was similar in the aspect of yours, minus the singing and dancing, but she never seemed to be able to make any time for you. You would always plan your off days to be on her off days from filming so you could maybe go get lunch or just enjoy each other's presence, but Jenna would always have the excuse of “I’m to tired” or “I already have plans with Percy.”

Percy. The name was distasteful to you. As much as you appreciated his skill of acting and his wonderful personality, you still didn’t like him. He would always weasel himself in between you and Jenna, whether it be during her relaxing days or at award shows, he always pushed you out and brought her in.

“I have an idea; you may or may not like it.” Your therapist stated, setting her notebook down, “You need to pull her aside, no matter what plans she has, and talk to her.”

Your eyes widened and your nerves proceeded to spike. Pull her aside? You were not a confrontational person, and you were most likely to avoid conflicts if you were given the chance; hence why your relationship is crumbling.

“What do I say to her?” You fought back, taking a sip of water, “I have no idea how to confront her. ‘Hey Jenna! I feel forgotten and like you don’t care anymore!’”

A small sob escaped your mouth, your head falling into your hands. God, you missed her. You missed being able to hold her, to laugh about stupid soccer plays, to enjoy sunsets together on her balcony. You never knew how much of an impact she had on you until you started going to therapy.

“Don’t get emotional about it, just politely but firmly ask.”

You sniffled, raising a hand as an acknowledgment before getting up to leave the room. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you were going to confront her you would need to do it now.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your text message app and clicked on Jenna’s contact.

A chuckle involuntary left your mouth, your lip slipping in between your teeth afterwards.

Jenna always knew how to make you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. Diffusing a situation is one of her many skill sets; but you were not letting her get away this time.

“I’ll be home in 5.” You texted before shoving your phone into your pocket and heading outside to your driver.

The ride seemed long, and even though it was a 15 minute drive to your place, you still felt the small confident monster roaring inside of you. All its pleas and cries were telling you to be bigger and let your emotions out onto Jenna; but you knew you couldn’t. You would scare her, anger her, or even just annoy her that she could possibly leave you on the spot; you couldn’t let that happen.

“Miss? We are here.” Your driver said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied before hurrying out of the car.

As you walked to the front door, passing Jenna’s black Audi along the way, your anxiety started to overtake you and your thoughts.

What if you say something wrong and she leaves? What if you are just overreacting and this is all some stupid act you’re pulling? What if she decides that you aren’t enough for her and she confesses about Percy?

A wooden blockade hit you in the face and you realized that you walked full force into the front door.

“Ow.” You mumbled before pushing your key into the slot and walking into your luxurious living room.

A mansion was one of the very gracious things you received from being such a popular face in the music industry. Money was an easy-coming item, and spending it was just the same, so why hold it all in your bank account when you could just show up and show out with your 102,000 square foot palace.

“Y/N?” Your name was called out softly, startling you from your place by the shoe nook.

You turned your head to the left to see her, in her ever standing glory. She looked slightly confused but all together relaxed, and was clearly dressed to be heading out for a fun night.

”Hi…” You said, completely unmoving as you stared at her.

“Hi…you wanted to talk?” Jenna asked, fidgeting with her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Here.” You gestured to the kitchen island, leading to sit on a stool.

She sat opposite from you, leaned against the cool countertop as she seemed to study your body language.

“So…” You trailed off, your confidence from before completely burned out.

Jenna raised an eyebrow at you, but turned to her phone when a notification went off. She clicked it, smiled, and started giggling as she replied to whoever messaged her.

That whole interaction set you off, especially since you saw who the person was; Percy.

“Jenna put your phone down, please.” You said sternly, staring at your hands.

She looked at you with a confused expression but slowly put her phone down, retracting her hand so it sat in her lap.

“We…are not okay.” You started, playing with a ring on your finger.

Jenna watched you patiently, listening intently to your words.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like we aren’t what we used to be.”

Silence from her end.

“Many times I feel like you don’t seem to care about me.” You said, the ring on your finger was now very interesting, “I go out of my way to reschedule so my off days line up with yours, but we don’t even spend any of that time together.”

More silence.

“I feel under appreciated and alone. Anytime we have free days together, you either say you are too tired to do anything or you already have plans with your friends.”

You inhale, breathing shakily and meekly.

“Am I not enough for you?” You asked, your tear clouded eyes finally looking up at Jenna.

She looked, shocked. Her mouth was hanging open while her eyebrows furrowed in confused and disbelief. She stared at you, her eyes glossing over with her own tears and her shoulders slumping sadly.

“Y/N…what?” Jenna mumbled, clearly lost for words.

You searched her face for any sign of anger or annoyance; there was none. Surprisingly, she seemed to be softening and relaxing.

“You, are more than enough for me.” She said, reaching for your hand, “Hell I don’t even deserve you.”

The weight of all your worries instantly lifted when she spoke those words, which caused an avalanche of emotions to hit you.

“Aw honey.” Jenna cooed, pulling you into her chest when you started crying profusely.

She stroked your hair, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Her fingers began to scratch your scalp as she coaxed you to relax.

“I love you, god I really do.” She held you close, rubbing your shoulders, “I’ll never take you for granted.”

You sniffled, leaning yourself into her as she fed you comforting words. Your stress and anxiety seemed to melt away as she held you.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you away, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her.

“Then why did you?” You asked softly.

Jenna smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Filming has been…stressful. Tim and the rest of the crew has been antsy, and my cast mates have been no help in being calm and collected.” She said, caressing your face with the pad of her thumb, “I’ll be honest, Percy and the gang have been partying to much, and HE is quite the touchy type.”

You frowned, jealousy building up in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of Percy getting to close with your girlfriend. Jenna chuckled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to diminish the pout that formed on your face.

“Don’t do that, a frown doesn’t look good on you.” She said, rubbing her nose against yours as you laughed.

“Mmm, I love you.” Jenna murmured as she gazed into your eyes.

“And I love you.”

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hapi-transformers-enthusiast · 7 months

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A Soldier, Nothing More.

The first part of an Ultra Magnus x Human Reader fic I'm writing. I know it's short, but I felt like that last sentence was good to cut it on. I hope you all enjoy it!

WARNING: This is a work of fiction, and not affiliated with Hasbro in any way, shape, or form. This work contains no NSFW, but one mention of Lust as an emotion. Reader discretion is advised.

Ultra Magnus was, first and foremost, a soldier. That was the one thing he did best. Made as a heavy transport frame, and immediately shuffled into the military by the caste system on Cybertron, he was literally groomed to be a commander. Everything he had ever been taught, he learned in the Military. Was that a good thing? Absolutely not. Ultra Magnus knew that such an upbringing stunted his social skills; He knew that people disliked him because of his rigid, authoritative nature, burnt into him by millennia of military experience. He knew that he was an outlier; A man of order and procedure, surrounded by freedom-loving wildcards who longed for an open society. He too longed for that open society - after all, that was what he’d been fighting for, for almost 4 million years now - He just didn’t know how to operate in such a world. A world without need for a rigid outline, without any desire for one.

When you, a college-aged, short-lived human being were placed under his protection, he didn’t complain. Unlike the other bots, he didn’t think of it as babysiting: Because you were an adult. A grown person, fully capable of making your own decisions. You were here because you knew of their existence, and that alone put you in danger; That was all. Sure, every now and again you’d make a bad decision, and he’d chide you for that, but he was nowhere near as strict on you as he was with the Autobots, because you aren’t his soldier. You’re a civilian, and that’s how he thinks of you. A citizen in need of protection.

However, things started changing after only a few months of being with you. Somehow, with that sweet smile you’d always give him when he’d pick you up from work, and the way you encouraged him to keep trying to integrate himself in the family that Team Prime had become… you slid right through the metaphorical walls he’d built around his spark. He began looking forward to driving you to and from dierent places, or conversing with you about the many confusing things about human culture, and he didn’t even realize it until he caught himself talking about it with one of the other Autobots. He didn’t realize that he’d began to enjoy the simple feeling of your hands on the interior of his alt mode until you commented on how warm he got after you’d goen in one day. Things that he’d never even considered important before now were coming to the front of his processor, because they were things that you considered important. He just didn’t understand it.

At first, he contemplated visiting Ratchet and asking about such a feeling, wondering if it was something medical. Then he heard June talking about the way she felt when she met her rst husband – A raised temperature in his presence, a faster heartbeat, wanting to do things that he approved of, all of it – and he had a startling revelation. One for which he had to seek solitude in order to fully process.

Love.

It was something he’d never experienced before, and something he never thought he would experience. Not that he thought that he was somehow incapable of it, but rather that it was just one of the many things about civilian life that was on the boom of his priority list. He’d experienced comradery, friendships among his brothers and sisters in-arms that went deeper than simply ghting with one another… but never this sort of Love.

This particular feeling of trust and companionship, a desire to help and assist, and even Lust, all melded together into one, painfully intense feeling. He didn’t know what to make of it… so he didn’t.

For now, he believed that it’d be too dangerous to get involved with you. He was a soldier – someone who could die at any moment, or be called to battles that lasted for months at a time – and you deserved beer than that.

You deserved someone who was guaranteed to be able to stay.

And he wanted to give you what you deserved, and nothing less.

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maidenson88 · 3 months

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AMAZON WOMEN'S PROTOCOLS — FROM THE GYNARCHIC WORLD — 2ND AND FINAL PART

In the first part we had the opportunity to meet ambassador Grub, a male domestic ambassador of the Gynarchic World, he was a male domestic slave in one of the lowest hierarchies for a male domestic "A CRAWLER." As we learned in the first part the amazing Amazon Women modified the bodies of these rebellious men and they were able to modify the function in their spinal cords, so that these rebel slaves to the Amazon Gynarchy could only crawl on the floor and completely lose their ability to walk on two legs. Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

And the story says, I quote: "It wasn’t like Women actually appreciated his displays of devotion for the Female Gender. Most of the time they simply ignored him, walking past his kowtowing body as if he was some sort of an object. The only exception was when they required his shoeshine services." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women! "The bathroom contained a shoeshine chair close to the exit. If a Lady-Citizen wished or demanded to have Her shoes cleaned, She would simply sit in the designated chair and yell at him. She didn’t need to say anything else. The male slave’s instinct was responsible to bring him up underneath Her. And if he didn’t notice Her sitting or yelling at him there because he was so busy wet-sponging the toilet seats, well, then too bad for him! The punishment for negligence was certainly a harsh one." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

PART IV CONTINUATION

Grub’s misery and struggles certainly weren’t something miss Chloë would give much thought to when she visited the bathroom. In fact, being a Daughter of Lady Elizabeth Blanchefleur She didn’t have to give much thought to anything... Her Mother was owner of one of the largest industrial conglomerates in the country and was a respectable member of the New Amazonia Political Elite. Lady Blanchefleur’s companies employed thousands of slaves and produced billions of profit. Elizabeth Blanchefleur was one of the more experienced businessWomen in the country and a close adviser to the Female Amazonian Government.

Her 22 year old Daughter Chloë, on the other hand, had different plans for Her future. Politics and business bored Her. She studied art and spent Her days visiting galleries, fashion avenues and high society parties. Being a member of a new generation of Women, she didn’t share Her mother’s concerns about the stability and prosperity of the Female State. She couldn’t relate to those Women who still found men to be a danger to the Female prosperity. For Her, Female Supremacy came natural. She didn’t find men menacing at all.

No one could blame Her for that. From Her point of view it was ridiculous to see men as a threat. Female Supremacy was now firmly established and the majority of males were reduced to livestock, blessed be the Gynarchic Women. Indeed, to Chloë the words “man” and “slave” meant exactly the same thing... And a slave certainly isn’t something to be afraid of.

That’s not to say Chloë didn’t know or enjoy the company of free men from time to time. Even though the New Amazon Society held strong prejudice against males, there were still men who traveled to and lived in the New Amazonia. The New Amazon State ensured them personal freedom and a few basic rights, provided they paid taxes and were obliged to the Female Law.

Chloë made acquaintance of many such men. They came from different countries and different cultures and it was always interesting to speak with them. They were always so keen on pleasing Her and making a good impression. Chloë teased them and played with them, but never accepted them as equal. They were men. And men were, in general, slaves. These men were no different. They just haven’t found their rightful place yet.

"Sometimes this was painfully obvious. Chloë was always curious to find out why a free men would travel to New Amazonia State, where they would be looked down upon and where they could witness members of his own gender enslaved." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women. "More often than not She could guess the right answer: Deep down inside they wanted to be a part of all this Female Power... Deep down inside they knew they were inferior to Woman. They saw how slaves were treated in New Amazonia State. They were appalled, but at the same time they wished to be in their righteous place." Blessed be the Amazon Gynarchy.

PART V

Dave was one of these lost souls. His two weeks trip to New Amazonia State was a highlight of his life. Officially he was there to visit the famous Female Supremacy Museums and Giant Female Art Galleries & Sculptures & Monuments of New Amazonia. The true nature of his visit, however, was somewhat different. For as long as Dave could remember, he always felt a strange sense of inferiority in respect to Women. He struggled a lot with it, he even tried to get rid of it several times, but it was to no avail. Through the years it only grew stronger inside him.

He heard of New Amazonia State years ago, but he forced himself not to think about it. He felt of his peculiar desires as of some strange part of him that needed to be suppressed or it will drag him down. Then one day, in a moment of weakness, he read an article written by a well known Female psychologist. It described him perfectly. It even contained a word for him: a natural born slave. The author of the article argued that some men are evolutionary inclined to serve Women and are therefore natural born slaves. If they live in patriarchal society they may try to suppress this inclination, but they can never escape it. Their fate was to be slaves to Women.

He was so ashamed of himself. Is that what he was? A natural born slave? The harder he tried to forget, the stronger it itched him. Maybe that’s really what he was. Maybe it was wrong to resist. After all, isn’t serving Women something that he truly yearned for? Finally he gave in... He booked a plane ticket to New Amazonia State were few men came back.

PART VI

It took Chloë less than five seconds to understand what he was. She spotted him in the front of an immigration office, where he was to report every evening. He was obviously trying to look calm and confident, but his body language screamed submission.

Chloë loved such types of males. They confirmed Her prejudice about the natural inferiority of men, both freemen and slaves. Men like that were so much fun to play with. She loved to see them struggle with their natural desire to submit. Some Women enjoyed seeing the proverbial macho types being reduced to docile and frightful slaves, but Chloë had little patience for those atavistic brutes. As far as She was concerned, those beasts should be crushed, subdued and locked away in the underground mines or some other awful place. Blessed be the Gynarchic Women! But these shy and naturally submissive men were a different story. They were like toys. And this man certainly looked like one of them.

“You! Yes, you! Come here!” said Chloë.

"Dave turned around in disbelief... A luxurious looking rickshaw was standing at the sidewalk, pulled by a big and muscular pony boy slave. He was a real giant, but he looked utterly miserable in his role of a pack animal. His head was restrained with a halter and specially designed blinkers restricted his eyesight. A heavy iron collar oppressively entangled his neck and his hands were shackled and chained to the rickshaw poles. A young Lady was sitting comfortably in the padded seat of a rickshaw, holding reins attached to the pony boy slave. She was staring directly at him. To Dave She looked as if She was some kind of a Goddess. She wore a short tight black dress that enhanced Her shapely figure... Her long legs were encased in black stockings and She wore stylish black leather stilettos. Her blonde hair was done in an elaborate updo style that matched an expansive golden jewelry She wore around her neck and shoulders." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you? You look like a stray pup. Come closer, let me save you from the perils of the street” Miss Chloë laughed at him.

Dave walked towards Her not knowing what to do. He stood by the rickshaw and looked up at Her.

“I see you are a foreigner” Miss Chloë continued. “I love talking to foreigners. They are always so full of interesting stories. Listen, I am just heading to a club. I want you to join me in an hour or so. It’s a Female only club of course, but they will let you in if you show them my card. Tell them you are being sent by Lady Blanchefleur. You have the address written on the backside of the card. Don’t disappoint me, boy!”

Dave was startled and unable to speak. To him — and most other foreigners for that matter — that felt as an awfully strange way to make acquaintance. For Miss Chloë however, it was a perfectly normal and reasonable request. She always got what She wanted. The moment She told him what She expects of him, She simply took Her reins and whipped Her pack animal into pace, without looking at him again.

PART VII

An hour later he was standing in front of a palace in the center of new Amazonia city. He told the slave at the entrance he had an appointment with Lady Blanchefleur. They kept him waiting for a whole ten minutes, before the door finally opened and an attractive Waitress allowed him to enter.

“This is a Ladies club only” She told him. “Entering here without permission would have be seen as a breaking and entering here would have serious consequences for you. Maybe even a sentence to a life of forced labor in the slavery camps. We make exceptions on the wishes of Lady Blanchefleur of course. But you shouldn’t forget your place here. Follow me and eyes to the ground!” She spoke to him with a disdainful expression. Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

"He followed Her in silence with his eyes fixed on Her heels. He was a free male, but he experienced the same feeling that the slaves always felt in this Gynarchic society. It was a feeling of inescapable oppression. A feeling that he was unwelcome as a human being especially as a male, a feeling that he was only fit to crawl here on his knees. Even an architecture and an atmosphere of this place signaled him that this was a World of Women, where men could only play a servile role for the Females." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women.

"He heard Women chatting and laughing around him as they walked through the club, but he didn’t dare to look around. He followed the Waitress upstairs until they reached a private room. She knocked on the doors and opened them."

“The male you sent for is here, My Lady” spoke the Waitress.

“Excellent! Send him in” spoke Miss Chloë.

"He entered the room and saw Her sitting in a luxurious armchair, dressed in the same clothes as when he first saw Her an hour ago on Her personal rickshaw. She was sipping a cocktail and waived with Her hand, indicating him to come closer. The Waitress closed the door and he remained alone in the room with this young Goddess."

“Take a sit over here”. Miss Chloë showed him a smaller stool just in front of him. “And tell me your story. Where do you come from and why did you came here? I’m sure it’s not for the artworks” Miss Chloë smiled.

"Dave took a deep breath. This was surreal. How could She know what was his official reason to visit? How much else does She know about him? His rational brain signaled him this Woman was dangerous and manipulative. But he ignored the warnings. He couldn’t take his eyes off Her, her smooth skin, piercing blue eyes and seductive smile."

"He told Her everything... How he struggled with his desires of male submission for years. How he always felt a burning desire to submit to Females. How this obsession with Female Supremacy finally led him here, to the very place where Women truly Reigned Supreme."

"Only after he had finished, it all came after him. He told his deepest and darkest desires to a complete stranger Woman in a foreign country where his position was already precarious. He started to tremble in shock after that."

“Interesting…” Miss Chloë replied thoughtfully. “I actually knew this even before you first opened your mouth. Your body language gave you away. It’s a natural reaction of an inferior creature like you when he meets his better. I actually feel a bit sorry for you. You are a prisoner of your own body. The primitive patriarchal world you come from made you think your inclinations are, shall we put it this way, inconvenient. Actually, they are natural. You are a slave, trapped in a body of a freeman. You know we can always remedy that here in New Amazonia, don’t you?”

“I have t-t-t-thought about it, M-m-m-Mistress Chloë” he stammered. “But I’m afraid of what it would be like. I thought of offering myself voluntarily as a slave to the Female Amazonian Society. But I lack the courage to do it. At the same time, I feel I will never escape my inner calling.”

"He could barely speak. He was overcome with emotions and his mind was a mess. Miss Chloë, on the other hand, remained completely calm and only slightly amused."

“Fear befits a slave” Miss Chloë replied. “Fear and an absolute devotion to his Mistress. I think I never met a slave who wasn’t afraid. And if I ever meet one, I will quickly teach him to be afraid. As for you, I think what you need is a little encouragement. Why don’t you kneel before me? I know you secretly want to... Kneel on all fours, like a dog!”

"As if he was a robot, Dave stood up from his chair and crawled beneath this blonde Vixen. She leaned back in Her armchair and stretched Her legs in front of him. He knew what was expected of him. He respectfully lowered his head an gently kissed the top of Her stilettos. He was in trance. Now he finally realized where his destiny lied. He continued to kiss Her stilettos and feasted his eyes on Her shapely legs and nylon stockings." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

"Miss Chloë allowed him to abase himself before Her for a few minutes, before She finally spoke to him again."

“You know you belong here, don’t you? You cannot escape this reality. It will stay with you and torture you until you finally break out and give in. Why wait for it? It can all end here and now. I can save you from yourself. Hand me your freedom and you will find peace and harmony you never knew. Physical pain and struggles will bring you inner calmness. You will suffer as a slave. But that is your fate. I don’t need to tell you what you are. You already know it. What are you?”

"She seductively dangled Her high heeled shoe in front of him, gently kicking him in the head with the top of Her stiletto as he tried to kiss it. She let Her heel drop to the ground and pressed Her foot against his lips. He gently kissed it and took a deep breath as She rubbed Her foot sole against his face. Her feet smelled wonderful. It was a perfect mix of Her expensive perfume, Her bodily odor and leather that made him extremely aroused. Her beauty and assertiveness excited him and made him feel lowly and unworthy. The desire to submit and abase himself before Her was tearing him apart. She was like the Red Sun, bright, wonderful and terrible and unreachable. Never before was he so close to a Goddess, even if Her feet were the only part of Her body that he would ever be allowed to touch and kiss it." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

“I said what are you?” Miss Chloë suddenly raised Her tone of voice and kicked him in the face.

“A-a-a S-s-s-slave, M-m-m-Mistress Chloë” he stammered.

“Is that so?” Suddenly Her tone of voice became cold. “Then why I just caught you looking straight at my face, worm? Do you know the punishment for such transgressions? Eyes on the ground!”

"He almost instinctively assumed the kowtowing position and pressed his forehead on the ground, a few centimeters away from Her feet. She placed Her right foot on the back of his head."

“At least you seem to be learning fast. I will teach you the slave Amazon protocol. As for now, we just have to wait for a day or so, so my Secretary can arrange the paperwork for your voluntary enslavement here in New Amazonia State. She will reach you tomorrow so you can sign the papers forfeiting your freedom forever. After that, you’ll be mine. Now you will have to excuse me, I need to go to the lavatory. I don’t want to see you around here when I come back.”

"With that She raised Herself from the armchair and walked away towards the door."

“Oh, and by the way, I expect you to answer, when my Secretary calls you tomorrow! Should you try to avoid Her or even try to leave the Amazon country, I will charge you with breaking and entering and I will personally see to it that you get thrown to the oubliettes. Should you try to run away from me, you’ll never see the light of day again. The days of your freedom are over. You made your choice when you came here, slave!" Blessed be the Gynarchic Women.

PART VIII (FINAL PART)

"Chloë couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Perhaps it wasn’t very Ladylike, but then again, She was all alone, sitting on the toilet in the luxuriously decorated club restrooms. No one was here at this hour, except for that restroom slave, Grub or Maggot or whatever was his name. Last week She had him whipped because he accidentally spilled some of his soap over her expensive leather stilettos. Insolent wretch! He payed for his clumsiness with interests though. Chloë was pleased to find out his back still burned red with fresh whip marks. Blessed be the Gynarchic Goddess! Anyway, for the purposes of the Etiquette, She was all alone in this restroom. Slaves like Grub didn’t count as human beings." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women.

"Her thoughts were now on Dave as She was shitting. He would be Her fifth man in a row that She would personally enslave and by far the most eager one. Blessed be the Gynarchic Goddess! He was practically begging Her to take him in as Her new slave in New Amazonia. How weak and foolish he was, flying to New Amazonia State and hoping to satisfy his inner desires by watching other slaves suffer under their Mistresses’ lash and whip."

"Suddenly Miss Chloë yell at slave Grub and She said: come here and clean my ass, She yelled at him, as Her ass was full of shit after She had shit. Slave Grub almost immediately presented himself in that cubicle and started cleaning Her ass with his tongue, blessed be the Gynarchic Goddess! That's why Miss Chloë despised these wannabe masochistic voyeurs who expected to receive some sort of relief from watching others suffer. Watching men suffer was the prerogative of Women alone. If these men wanted to know how it was like to be a slave, then they should try it themselves in body and flesh. And Miss Chloë certainly was always eager to help these males find out." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

"Tomorrow around this hour, Dave will already linger in a tiny cell in the basement of Her Gynarchic Villa, perhaps even cleaning asses of powerful Women full of shit just as slave Grub always did at the club. Perhaps Miss Chloë will pay a visit to him, perhaps not. He won’t go anywhere anyway! Like his predecessors, he will serve Her as a toy for a time being. And like his predecessors, She will toss him away when She will get tired of him. Who knows, perhaps he’ll end up scrubbing the floors in this bathroom eventually as well." Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

“Miss Chloë smiled as slave Grub was struggling to clean Her shit from Her ass but once he finished with his task at the thought when as She walked towards the exit, glancing at the kowtowing slave. “Grub, isn't it?” She spoke to him. “I suggest you make a double effort in swallowing my shit without humming and in scrubbing this tiles more. Otherwise you might get replaced. And your next occupation might be significantly more unpleasant than the one you currently hold.” Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

"Slave Grub remained silent with his head humbly bowed to the ground. When the clicking of Her heels faded away, he took his sponge and continued with his mundane drudgery cleaning." Blessed be the Gynarchic World, the Gynarchic Women, and the Gynarchic Goddess forever and ever!

SUMMARY

As we could read this is one of the most beautiful Gynarchic Poems available for us to read and interpret and replicate. As we were witnesses "Female Supremacy" is a constant all around the trip on the New Amazonia State, just as it should be! The Gynarchic Women were wonderful beings that walked in body and flesh in their Gynarchic World. It's very impressive that even to our days there still are stories about the Amazon Women. One of the most beautiful things is that as the story tells: "Female Supremacy was something natural among the Amazon Women." So this is I think one of the plus of the whole Gynarchic World.

Another important point is that the Amazon Women were not afraid to be fully Gynarchal and they were not ashamed of such a lifestyle, on the contrary the Amazon Women were proud of what they had achieve, and they celebrated this through their Gynarchal way of life, imagine in our days there are still Mothers who overprotect their sons, this was certainly not true in New Amazonia State, because there all Women fully embraced the Gynarchic Principles and Protocols, even if that mean giving their own sons to the Gynarchy.

It's also important we rejoice in the memory of the Gynarchic Women and not judge them, as for nature they were what they were, it is in this context that we must accept a male domestic cleaning the ass of his Mistress, this practice should become totally normal for us, and we must try to repractice it as time goes on, just as the Gynarchic Japanese Sorority of Yapoo have done. In this way we will always remember and commemorate those Great Gynarchic Women, as an example for each and every Woman who wish to become Gynarchic and of how they must treat the inferior males.

And finally I just can say that New Amazonia State was the dream come true for many, as we could read, Dave found in New Amazonia what he was searching all of his meaningless life out there. But once he found Miss Chloë he found meaning to his meaningless life, he found direction and fulfillment in the Gynarchic State. And as Miss Chloë said to him and I quote: "Physical pain and struggles will bring you inner calmness. You will suffer as a slave. But that is your fate. I don’t need to tell you what you are. You already know it. Don't you?" These are perhaps the more wise words of this beautiful Gynarchic Poem, because She says: A slave will suffer as a slave... But that is your fate — as a male in Gynarchy — and you already know it. And all these is much better than having a meaningless existence as we were able to read. Blessed be the Gynarchic Women!

And I want to finish this wonderful article with the daily Gynarchic prayer for male domestic slaves:

"I am nothing before my Gynarchic Goddess,

She puts all men to shame;

I am nothing without my Gynarchic Goddesss,

Her will grants me purpose;

She blesses me,

I remain with Her,

I obey Her because I fear Her,

Her wrath is that of the heavens,

I obey Her because I revere Her,

my admiration is boundless.

I obey Her,

I serve Her whim without question,

I have no need for my own thoughts,

I serve Her with no expectation of reward,

for service is its own.

I serve Her,

For my Gynarchic Goddess,

I will endure stinging humilliation,

my pride is an insult to Her name.

For my Gynarchic Goddess,

I will endure withering pain,

my service transcends mere flesh.

For my Gynarchic Goddess,

I will endure,

She blesses me with Her commands,

without them I am nothing.

She blesses me,

with punishment,

to make me a better man.

She blesses me,

with sexual deprivation,

in chastity & pussy free,

I must remain for Her.

She blesses me,

without Her,

I am nothing but a mere male animal,

with no direction or purpose.

I obey Her,

because I love my Gynarchic Goddess,

for that gives me direction.

I serve Her,

to my Gynarchic Goddess,

for that gives me purpose.

For my Gynarchic Goddess,

I will endure what I could not before.

She blesses me with the strength,

to serve Women,

and serve them all I shall.

Revered be Her form.

Hallowed be Her name.

Because She's my Gynarchic Goddess,

blessed be Her will,

& blessed be Her name."

#FemaleSupremacy #Gynarchy #Matriarchy #AmazonWomen #AmazonState #GynarchicWorld #GynarchyLiterature #Gyneocracy #FemaleRule #GynarchicGoddess #NewAmazonianState

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Future Plans

Day 17 is finished! I hope you like it!! I loveee getting to write fluffy post-relationship Adrienette teehee! They're my fave! Lemme know what you think <3

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Adrien and Marinette sat on the rooftop of Marinette's building, watching the sun dip below the Paris skyline. The evening breeze tousled their hair as they curled up together on her lawn chair, watching the sky slowly begin to darken. Marinette tightened her arms around Adrien, cuddling him to her as the wind sent a shiver of goosebumps up against her arms.

"So, what do you see yourself doing in the next five years?" Adrien asked, tilting his head back to look up at her, his green eyes brimming with curiosity.

Marinette grinned, her gaze drifting off lazily to the Eiffel Tower in the distance. This question was certainly distracting her from the cold. "What is this, a job interview?" she giggled.

“Shut up!” Adrien laughed and she enjoyed the rumble against her chest. “I’m interested!”

Marinette nodded, a spark of humor in her eyes. "Well, you know me, I’m crazy about fashion. I hope to be able to get an internship somewhere in the future. Maybe nothing too big or fancy but just enough to get me started. And then, going past the five-year timeline, I’d like to be able to open my own boutique... start my own fashion line... it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing."

She finished her statement with a happy sigh, imagining the beauty of having her own fashion business. The idea of owning her own boutique one day seemed impossible but magical.

"That sounds absolutely fantastic, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed, turning to face her. "You know, we could collaborate on something together. Your designs plus my modeling skills could mean that we’d have the best fashion business in all of Paris."

Marinette laughed quietly before shaking her head. “I’m not going to force you to model for me, Adrien. I know you quit for a reason. It just wasn’t your dream.”

“Yeah, but you’re my dream. I just want to be with you and if I could help you fulfill your wishes, that would mean the world to me.”

Marinette let out a soft cry before pulling Adrien up to her, crashing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. There was a pause for just a brief moment before he was kissing her back just as deeply. She ran her fingers through his hair as she deepened their kiss. This, right here, was everything to her.

“I love you,” Marinette murmured after she pulled back for some much-needed air. “So, so much. You have no idea how much that means to me, Adrien. You’ve been my dream too for a very long time now and I never thought I’d hear you say the same about me.”

“I love you too,” Adrien spoke breathily before connecting their lips together again.

Slowly, they pulled apart, lingering in each other’s arms in the quiet of the evening. Adrien ran his fingers along her arms, warming her prior chill and her eyes fluttered closed at the touch. The city below seemed to slow down, giving them a peaceful moment amidst the bustling life of Paris.

"I can imagine us traveling together. When we’re older and are an incredible designer and model duo," Adrien mused, breaking the silence softly. "Exploring new places, experiencing different cultures. It would be incredible."

Marinette smiled, nestling herself back against the small lawn chair they were in and cuddling Adrien back to her chest. "Yeah, that really does sound amazing. We could visit fashion capitals, attend shows, and maybe even collaborate with designers from around the world."

The idea of blending their love for each other with their passion for fashion filled their hearts with excitement. They talked about attending fashion weeks in Milan, Paris, New York, and Tokyo, envisioning a future where their creations would grace runways and magazines.

"And imagine," Marinette added, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "we could create sustainable fashion lines, promoting eco-friendly practices and ethical production."

Adrien nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "That's a fantastic idea. We could use our platform to inspire some more positive change in the industry."

As the night deepened, they wrapped themselves in a shared blanket, watching the stars twinkle above. The quiet moments between their conversations were filled with a comfortable silence, a testament to their deep connection.

"I'm so grateful for moments like these," Marinette said softly, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. "No matter where life takes us, I know we'll always have each other."

Adrien leaned into her embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment. "I’m so glad I found you."

They stayed on the rooftop, lost in dreams of the future, cherishing the love that bound them together. In that peaceful night, under the starlit sky, Adrien and Marinette found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their journey was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and shared adventures.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #adrienette #adrinette #ml fic #adrinetteapril2024 #adrienetteapril2024 #adrinetteapril #adrienetteapril #post relationship pre reveal #post relationship #pre reveal

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Stardust Crusaders × F!Reader: Halcyon and On and On

(+ a bonus character card in this booster pack!)

Around the World in Eighty Days is what Joseph Joestar compared this trip to, and hooh boy, you are really feeling that right now. It's been a non-stop bizarre whirlwind trek across the globe, and yet somehow you've found a few minutes to breathe. Maybe the next train isn't for a few hours, or the group needed to split up to get supplies for the next leg of the journey, but regardless you've decided to spend this precious downtime with the person closest to your heart.

(Feedback is welcome. This is my first time posting this type of content, and I'm still playing with the formatting.)

I. THE MAGICIAN

There's something about a good street market that excites Muhammad Avdol so much. He loves experiencing the culture of the places you're traveling through, and for him, the markets are the best way to do that.

Doubly so if it's with you. Link arms, hold hands, whatever you want. Avdol is happy to bask in your presence.

He wants to impress you with his knowledge! He'll be your tour guide through these busy streets. He makes it look effortless.

He really likes books! If you find a bookstore or a stall selling old tomes, the flame in his heart will burn just a bit brighter for you.

V. THE HIEROPHANT

He is a bit shy, but my God is Kakyoin Noriaki happy to spend time with you.

Really wants to do something very specific to the area with you. Visit a famous landmark, try the local cuisine. He read about it in a travel book once. This boy really values sharing these experiences with you.

Kakyoin will do anything to see your smile. He's the type to buy you pretty things that he spots in the street. Jewelry, mementos... he's really sweet. Notices your style, tries to work with that. Will spend irresponsibly, bless his heart.

Find him something in return and he'll be a mess. Nobody's ever treated him quite like you. He doesn't know how to handle it, but it makes his heart melt.

VII. THE CHARIOT

Jean Pierre Polnareff will talk your ear off in two languages. Mostly showering you with compliments. And complaining, as is par for the course.

Wander the streets together in search of food, some shade, or a good bathroom. He has needs, you know? He's thankful for your company on this little quest of his. Makes him feel important to you.

He'll find some way to spoil you, of course. Flowers, a salon. Let him treat you right, belle! He's always looking for excuses to pamper you. And always hoping you'll reward him with a kiss!

I'm so sorry, but you're running into a Stand User. It's Polnareff, what did you expect? At least he'll keep you safe. Il est vraiment désolé, chérie!

IX. THE HERMIT

Watch this silver fox try to barter like he thinks he knows what he's doing. Joseph Joestar has travelled the world, he's got this! (He doesn't)

OH MY GOD! Is that American cuisine? He is either excited by it or absolutely furious (see: hot cola in Hong Kong). Has a lot of good trivia and insight about whatever he's discovered.

Rambles about this kind of thing specifically to make these strange and far-off places feel a little bit more familiar for you. He knows it's been a stressful trip.

But you've noticed the stress wearing him down too, so you tell the boys to handle the usual errands and take the time to get a bite to eat with Joseph. He's very grateful for the impromptu date.

XVII. THE STAR

On the outside, Kujo Jotaro is perpetually cool and mildly disinterested. Of the group, he is the most likely to want to stay put. But you want to explore? Good grief. He'd better come with you so you don't get into trouble.

Inside, his heart is hammering like he's about to beat down a Stand User. This is all so new and exciting, it's making him nervous. What does he even say??? Fuck, he's out of his element here!

You'll complete an errand and wander aimlessly, silently enjoying each other's company. Maybe you'll end up by the beach. You're looking out at the sunlight shimmering on the water and he's... watching you.

He might not understand what he's feeling in that moment, but someday he will. Love hits a Joestar particularly hard, his grandpa told him once. He'll never forget how beautiful you looked.

0. THE FOOL

(Platonic, he is a dog. I shouldn't have to explain this.)

Fuck you, Iggy goes where he pleases.

You're gonna be cleaning up the mess he leaves in his wake, or chasing after him.

He stole kebab from a child. You're mortified.

You're just gonna wait at the hotel next time.

Bonus Card:

XXI. THE WORLD (uh oh)

Hopefully you caught him in a good mood. Ah, but your presence is almost always enough to lift DIO's spirits.

Do you believe in gravity? (I'm only half-kidding.) He loves to talk philosophy like this with you. Your perspective is both intriguing and amusing to him.

He's surprisingly chatty with you. He's missed what, the past 100 years? He has so many questions for you. Civilization changed so much, and you are one of the lucky few he can trust with his idle curiousities.

Just don't bore him, or else.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #part 3 #joseph joestar x reader #dio brando × reader #kujo jotaro x reader #kakyoin noriaki × reader #jean pierre polnareff x reader #muhammad avdol x reader #that's a lotta tags #jjba × reader #ramblingsfromzawarudo

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today i rewatched black panther. in the past few years, before this rewatch, i had soured a little on it. i think i understand why.

i first watched black panther in theaters with my high school black student union when i was 17. i was in my senior year, in the midst of my first heartbreak, and had never seen a single marvel movie. it was spectacular.

the experience of watching black panther wasn’t one that stayed at the theater, like most movies did for me, it spilled into my online world. it felt like every black person i knew was talking about it. 2018 had been a hard year for us in the united states, in ways i hadn’t fully processed yet, but felt profoundly and silently hurt by. but this movie was a moment of joy. black people showed up to theaters in traditional wear, we gave each other the wakandan salute in a mixture of coy reference and earnest connection, we laughed, we laughed, we made the most out of a good thing like we always do. we had nuanced discussions about our community on a scale i had never experienced before.

i watched it again when i showed it to my mom and it started our quest of watching every single marvel movie in order. i enjoyed most of them just fine in the moment, but they dulled when looked at with an analytical eye.

i went to college. i reconnected to writing. i learned more about the kinds of storytelling i loved. i also, in my largely white college, had my blackness directly challenged in a way that wasn’t just systematic and structural, but personal on a scale i had never experienced before. hand in hand with these new levels of pain came a fiercer protective love of my identity. the summer of 2020 happened. like erik’s father, seeing the truth of this country laid bare and bleeding and undeniable, i was radicalized.

i watched more marvel movies. i liked them less and less. they became emblematic of the patterns i detested in mainstream formulaic storytelling. they became okoye’s “guns… so primitive.” with an ugly twist of u.s military propaganda and uninspiring emotional climaxes.

i did not think much about black panther. in these very busy years key aspects of it slipped my mind and it was shuffled it into a media category in my brain that labeled it as “black!!! ….but still marvel -_-“

and then, today

black panther starts with a father telling his young son the worn-smooth history of a people, his people, that he never had the chance to be a part of, of a richness of culture and community that he wouldn’t glimpse until the last days of his life. erik was a child who found panther claws in his father’s chest, and grew up in hardship knowing that not only was there a prosperous home for black people, but they were the reason he was without a father. he wasn’t able to face his trauma, so he grew a violent shell around it to protect himself. (later, when he visits the ancestral plane, he is separated from the iridescent grasses by his small apartment and dead father’s regrets. he is a boy again for moments, helpless in the face of death and crying before hardening himself to the father he so mirrors. he bursts out the unfamiliar ceremonial sands, gasping like a man being hunted and sets fire to the first thing within reach.) the question on whether killmonger was “right” is a question that feels too shallow to be the leading question on what he represents.

black panther casts a sharp light on the way the way black pain shapes us young in erik. it speaks to an black anger i hadn’t fully tapped into when i was 17 but now know intimately. this movie speaks to the tension between second generation black people and the african identity in erik and t’challa, cousins who never had the chance to grow up together and see another sunset side by side. this movie speaks to the tensions between genders in the black community with the dora milaje and w’baki’s border tribe men. this movie did not paint wakanda as a monolith of perfection, but as a complex civilization. there is young shuri who lays less heed to traditions, there are the isolated jabari who have grown distant and resentful of the rest of wakanda, there is nakia who can’t live in paradise when there are african people with nothing, there is t’chaka and his secrets, there is pervasive fear of the world cutting into wakanda like cake if their home was revealed, fear strong enough to look away from horrific cruelties, there is t’challa, a good man and therefore a troubled and conflicted king. this movie, a blockbuster marvel movie, said the quiet part out loud with how the world has ground the gears of progress in our labor and paid us dust in return. this movie starts and ends with black kids playing ball in a vacant lot. this movie knows that black people have always carved joy and community out of cracks in the concrete.

and beyond all this, there is the sheer delight i feel at seeing a movie so bursting with black people. this movie showed afro-futurism at a scale and budget leagues past anything i had ever seen before. this movie celebrates the practicality and intricacy and intelligence and beauty in african traditions. this movie nudges me at moments of arrogant white ignorance of blackness and says “can you believe they live like this?” and it is a JOY to have that feeling after a lifetime of films in this genre that relegated us to comic relief, to the person clueless and in over their heads, to the supporting role, to agent ross locked in a room while the spotlight points somewhere else. this movie walked black, it talked black, it did not make itself smaller or less complex for nonblack consumption.

i don’t think i understood all of this when i was 17. but i felt it.

i am not a person who is immensely knowledgeable about film as a genre and art to the technicalities. but that’s not what this review is about. i do not think this movie is perfect, but it gave me a five star experience. four years later, i have grown up in countless ways and still, this movie rang profoundly in my heart. and still, i am taking feelings from it that tug at me enough that it feels necessary to spend this time trying to articulate at least some of them.

black art is one of my favorite things in the world because of how meaningful it is for me to find specificities of my black experience mirrored back to me and shown as something beautiful, powerful, worth centering creations around when often it feels like the force of the entire nonblack world pushing against it. this movie feels like a victory, it feels like a conversation, and it tastes sweet on my tongue.

#i wrote this for letterboxd but i'm posting here bc with wakanda forever out (which i'm seeing this week !!) i'm sure there are black people #on here thinking about the Impact this movie had and i want to join the collective thought and add to the discussion #i love black art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#black panther #chats

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Kissing Sam Wilson #9 - King of Mardi Gras (SamJoaquin, 500 words)

@samsseptember prompt Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Sam had forced Joaquin to come to New Orleans with him for Mardi Gras. Well, forced wasn’t the word, but he certainly worked to drag the younger man along. Having grown up in Louisiana, the Mardi Gras celebrations were just part of his life, his history. Joaquin, however, had experienced none of it. It was definitely going to be a lot of fun dragging him along.

“Honestly, I do not know what to expect,” he admitted awkwardly. “I’ve only seen some of this stuff on TV…”

“It’ll be fun,” Sam said. “The mayor asked me to come to the festivities and I…I couldn’t refuse, you know? It’s a part of my culture, my history and I wanted to expose the world to it. It gives good representation, shows them I’m one of them and all that. Also want to expose my wonderful boyfriend to what it’s like.”

“It’ll be fun,” Joaquin said, still a little hesitant. His shyness was adorable and had been unexpected when they first started dating. Joaquin had this suave, confident manner about him when he was working, but in their day-to-day, he had his own insecurities like anyone else. “Just tell me if I look stupid.”

“You could never, baby.”

Joaquin felt like he looked stupid, sure, but Sam couldn’t stop looking at him as they joined the festivities. His eyes lit up at the colors, the music, the culture. He was enjoying every bit of his time there. Everything was perfect until the mayor of New Orleans put a crown on Sam’s head.

“What’s this?” Sam asked.

“Oh, didn’t the mayor tell you…”

There was a look on his boyfriend’s face that was way too innocent for words. Joaquin toyed with the brightly colored beads around his neck. He had at least a dozen strands on, in a variety of colors. The gold strand was actually caught on his earring, hanging limply above the others.

“We’d like to crown Captain America, Sam Wilson, the king of this year’s Mardi Gras festivities.”

Sam could feel himself visibly paling at that.

“J.”

The mayor gave a speech that Sam was barely able to listen to. It talked about how Sam was born and raised in Louisiana and how his first time visiting New Orleans during Mardi Gras had taken place when he was only a small child. The mayor even told a hilarious anecdote about Sam’s inability to understand the rowdy drunk crowds or how his mother Darlene had marched him through the French Quarter covering his eyes when he was a kid. For a reason he hadn’t realized until he was much, much older.

Well, someone had told the mayor that story.

Once the crowds died down, the man got closer to Sam.

“Hey Captain America, you seem a little…surprised,” he said. “Like you didn’t know I was going to do that.”

“I didn’t.”

“Your partner said he’d give you the word. Like three weeks ago…”

Oh, he was going to kill Joaquin. But first, he had a party to go to. And Joaquin sort of distracted him by kissing the King of Mardi Gras in front of everyone.

#samtember 2023 #samtember2023 #samjoaquin #samquin #sam x joaquin

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Star Wars Men During the Halloween Season Headcanons

{Kylo Ren, Obi Wan, Han Solo, Anakin Skywalker, Like Skywalker, Din Djarin}

happy halloween loves 🎃

Kylo Ren

Not a holiday man

Hates the idea of mainstream holidays and isn’t afraid to voice his opinions on it

When he comes home to find the apartment decorated in fake spiderwebs and orange and purple ribbon he thought someone was playing a prank on him

And he was pissed

But his thoughts were dismissed when he found you cutting out what seemed like bats from paper

“What is the meaning of this?” he yelled

You looked at him with a stern face, then burst out laughing

Kylo was still confused

But he enjoyed the occasional black licorice so he let the few days of chaos in his house slide

For you

Obi-Wan Kenobi

He had learned about Halloween as a child from books he used to read about the old world

When the fall festivals happened around the planets, he could go down to a festival or two and enjoy some good food and company

But now as he grew wiser and older, he preferred to stay indoors during the actual day of Halloween

You begged him to go to a party with you, but he was insistent of staying inside and handing out candy to trick or treaters

He secretly also didn’t like you going out in such a revealing outfit

Obi Wan is very secretly territorial, but he usually never lets it show

So the two of you kept in comfy clothes and handed out candy to the small children who came around the house

And if you two had kids, you know damn well he would be out there with his warm spiked cider and extra robes following your kids around the city

He would let you stay at home and relax, because that’s just the kind of dad he would be

I can just imagine one kid running ahead and him yelling at the kid to slow down while he’s trying to carry the other one down the street because they got too tired

Han Solo

Definitely attending a party

With a stupid couples costume

But it has to be stupid enough where the both of you still look hot

You two actually met at a Halloween party a few years ago

So they’ve really become a tradition at this point

You either drink too much and start yelling at everyone

Or he drinks too much and eats too much candy (which he swears he only had one piece) and throws up

He refuses to dance, but watches you with your friends while he sits and enjoys a beer in the corner

And at the end of the night, you always find him with the stupidest smirk on his face

“Why don’t you ever dance like that for me?”

“Shut it, Solo.”

Anakin Skywalker

This man wants to trick or treat more than ever

He gets that he’s obviously too old, but he never experienced that as a kid

Asks every single kid about their costume that come to the door

“That’s a what- oh! I’ve never heard of it, but still cool!”

And this man-

You wake up halloween morning to find him rummaging through your closet

“What are you doing in my closet?”

“I need a dress,”

“May I ask why?”

“I’m going to be you for Halloween, duh.”

He sticks his head out of the closet, staring at you with a big grin and a wig that resembles your hair on his head

“Your kidding me, right?”

So naturally you stole his robes

And they were obviously more comfortable than anything you owned

“Lemme use the lightsaber, please.”

“Look Ani, see, I even got your little braid down!” you said, pinning your hair up in a bun and braiding a little braid to match his from years ago

“Come on, it was a phase.”

Luke Skywalker

You two happened to be visiting another planet when Halloween occurred

Luke was super interested in their culture around the holiday

He found the tiny festival in the middle of the town and just had to join

You found him right in the middle of a dance circle

He pulled you in, and you two danced as other people from the town danced and hollered around you

At the end of the night, you two returned to your cabin on the hill and watch the festival wind down

You were given sweet treats from the townspeople

It was really one of the few times you two could let loose and have fun

And at night, the whole town glistened in candles as the people carved out vegetables and left candles in them to ward off evil spirits

You and Luke layed in bed, listening to the wind rustle the tree leaves

But you weren’t ever afraid, you had one of the best Jedi’s asleep next to you

Din Djarin

Was thoroughly confused about what Halloween was in the first place

He never grew up with holidays with the other Mandalorians

You insisted on taking Grogu trick or treating

He was against the idea

“You wanted him to be like other kids, this is another way how.”

“But what if he-”

“Din. He’ll be fine.”

Naturally you dressed Grogu up as his dad

You made the fake beskar out of smoothed out tinfoil

And Grogu loved the resemblance to his father

Grogu got candies and other treats, but while you two were out trick or treating Din went out and found a whole buckets worth of frogs for him

“You think he’ll remember this one day?” Din asked you, sliding his hips against the countertop next to you

Grogu was downing his third frog of the night

“He better,”

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1196.

What time do you wake up most mornings? >> It varies. Most of the time my upstairs neighbour wakes me up at 05:00 because that's when he gets up and starts moving around. He leaves at around 05:40 and most of the time I fall back asleep within the next half-hour and wake up for good between 07:00 and 08:00... but not always.

Do you enjoy your job? If unemployed, are you content being so? >> I do prefer being unemployed, but even if it weren't my preference it'd still be inevitable. So I guess it's a good thing I'm okay with it.

What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? >> Loneliness and the self-damning narratives it perpetuates.

Do you have any tattoos? Do you want any/more? >> I have three and I will always want more, but they're expensive.

What is your favourite Christmas movie? >> I finally saw Die Hard recently. Okay, that's not my answer, but it could be! It was a lot of fun, way more than I thought it'd be! My actual answer is Klaus, with an honourable mention to Rise of the Guardians, which isn't a Christmas movie per se but it's hard not to treat it as one. Oh, and also Violent Night. ;)

What do you get complimented on the most? .

If money was no object, where would you move to? >> Out of the United States, that's for sure. Probably someplace tropical.

Do you believe in soul mates? >> Can Calah and I are bound in such a way that the term "soulmate" makes literal sense.

If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in 3 additional languages, which would you choose? >> Hmm... Irish, French, Portuguese. Thinking about places I want to visit or spend a lot of time in.

Would you rather go on a relaxing beach type holiday to the Caribbean, a cultural holiday to Japan or an adventure packed holiday to South Africa? >> Cultural holiday to Japan. The Caribbean is definitely an area I want to spend time in, but "relaxing beach type holiday" makes me think of resorts and I'm not too into that, specifically. Same with "adventure packed", I kind of just want to go to South Africa and vibe, not necessarily do a bunch of exciting shit. Who are the three most important people in your life? >> Can Calah, King Crimson, Bruni.

Would you sacrifice everything for love? >> Why would I have to sacrifice everything? Love shouldn't be that fucking hard to experience...

Have you ever been in love? >> Not in this realm.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? .

Are you scared of the future? >> I am not, I just tend to be very fatalistic about it. Not necessarily the state of the world or anything, but my personal future specifically. What’s the last reason you held someone’s hand? . Are you lonely? Be honest. >> Quite. Listening to anything? >> I am not.

Last thing said out loud? >> I have no idea.

Last thing bought? >> Groceries.

Last text received? >> Sparrow sent me a link to purple bok choy over Discord.

What has made you happy today? >> Can Calah.

What has made you sad today? .

What room are you in? >> Mine.

Last thing eaten? >> A dark chocolate muffin because Sparrow had just baked some.

Last thing you drank? >> Fizzy water.

Rate your day on a scale of 1-10: .

What websites do you have bookmarked? >> So many...

Last reason you kissed someone? .

Do you have an iPhone? >> I do not.

Do you bite your nails? If so, do you wish you didn’t? >> I don't.

Last pair of shoes you wore? >> Sneakers.

Last movie you watched? >> Saw II.

Name something you’re grateful for. >> Can Calah.

Are you wearing anything that’s not yours? >> I am not.

Do you shop at Urban Outfitters? >> I do not.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? >> A brief tremor in Brooklyn, once.

If you were in the hospital, do you think any of your exes would come see you? .

Would you rather read an entire encyclopedia or an entire dictionary? .

What do you have in common with the last person you kissed? .

Are you doing anything important tomorrow? >> I don't have anything planned.

Do you like your phone? >> Sure.

Would you move out your house if you could right now? >> If it meant I was moving out of the area as a whole, absolutely. However, I am also sick of moving.

Can you whistle? >> I can't, but I do it by accident sometimes. I think I'm thisclose to getting it right.

When was the last time you slept in someone else’s bed? >> The last bed I slept in that wasn't mine was a hotel bed. Do you like being called baby? >> I don't. Would you rather drink orange juice or milk? >> Orange juice.

Do you wish you could kiss someone right now? >> I could, though. Do you hate when people interrupt your sleep? >> It makes me homicidal.

Are there any movies in the theater that you want to see? >> I wouldn't mind seeing The First Omen, I guess. But mainly I'm waiting for Furiosa to drop. I think something else comes out this month that I really want to see, but I can't remember what.

Do you miss the way things used to be between you and someone else? .

What do you think of your best friend’s ex? .

How long would you wait to say “I love you” in a relationship? >> What am I waiting for? If I feel like saying it, I'd say it. However, traditionally I have not enjoyed saying this exact phrase to people, so... maybe I'd say something else. Something more personally meaningful.

If you had a child at the age you’re at now, do you think you’d be a good parent? .

Do you like to be out with friends or stay at home? .

When was the last time you felt tempted to do something you shouldn’t? Did you do it? . What year was it five years before you were born? >> 1982. What holiday is closest to your birthday? >> Memorial Day, eugh. What is your name if you spell it without the letters “e” “y” and “t”? >> Mordrd.

What year is the oldest car you or your family owns? . Who is your 9th contact in your phone? . Have you had your birthday yet this year? >> No, it's in a couple of weeks. Why did you go to the doctor the last time you went? >> Checkup. How old will you be in 5 years? >> 41.

How about in 20? >> 56.

Where was the last place you went? >> Aside from just taking a walk, the last place I actually went was a grocery store, I think. Is there a mirror in your room? >> There is a janky stick-on mirror on the wall that I got off Amazon, lol. I was being cheap, I'll get a better one eventually.

Do you have a twin? >> Twinners, but no twin.

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My Legionnaire

Eugene Choi x Reader

Chapter 1

Summary: You're a diplomat's daughter who travels the world, finding yourself in Joseon at the turn of the 19th century. Eugene Choi is a respected US Marine Corps officer struggling with being back in his native land. A story of two people learning the meaning of home. (Inspired by the song My Legionnaire by Brooke Waggoner.)

Notes: I've been thinking of writing something like this ever since the first time I finished watching Mr. Sunshine. I chose to ignore most of the main story, so I apologize if there are any inconsistencies. More to come after this chapter. Enjoy!

Tags: reader-insert, no use of y/n, fluff, blood and injury, pining, slow burn, not canon compliant

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The floor beneath you swayed gently as you walked along the edge of the ship. The sun was almost unbearably bright, and you had to shield your eyes from it as you looked towards the horizon. In the distance, you could see a landscape dappled with mountains. Slowly, you were making your way to your next place of residence, Joseon.

The sight of your final destination gave you great relief. You’d been on that ship for what felt like nearly forever, traveling all the way from Venice to New York City and now to Joseon. As usual, you accompanied your parents. Your father was a diplomat who brought you and your mother along on all of his travels. Ever since you were very young, you’d grown accustomed to that way of life. Always traveling, always experiencing something new.

Though you enjoyed having the privilege to travel the world, you often longed for more permanence in your life. You loved your parents, but they were the only people you felt truly close to, having no siblings to share the experience with. Because you traveled so much, making friends or having relationships was incredibly difficult. You sent letters as much as you could, but with it being awfully slow and your location changing so much it was hard to keep relationships that way.

Eventually, you learned to grow accustomed to your emotional isolation. You focused your energy on studying language and culture, taking advantage of everywhere you’d traveled. As you got older, you worked as a translator at the many consulates, legations, and embassies you visited. However, your next destination, Joseon, is somewhere you’d never traveled before.

As a diplomat, your father was an expert at socializing with everyone, from the upper elite class to the servants. He thrived in political environments, creating connections between entire countries with tactful negotiation. His success in his work is exactly why he was tasked with visiting and creating meaningful connections with Joseon for your country.

You were excited to visit a place you’d never been before. For the past few years you’d gone back and forth between the United States and Europe, and you were dying to go somewhere new, learn a new language, and experience a new culture. Luckily, you already had a friend, Kyle Moore, who you knew would be in Hanseong already. You’d met him from a previous visit to New York City when your father had you do some translating work for the US Marine Corps. Knowing you had a friend in this new place gave you some comfort, and you were excited to meet new people as well.

~~~

Eugene Choi sat at his desk at the American legation in Joseon, leisurely reading through various documents. The air was cold outside but he had a fresh cup of hot coffee, just as bitter but comforting still. He was grateful for little things that reminded him of home. His real home.

Being back in Joseon caused a great deal of conflict inside his mind and his heart. As he walked the streets, he was respected, but he didn’t belong. He never did. But did he even want to? Did he want to belong to a world that had rejected him from his very first breath?

He knew he didn’t. But, deep down inside, he just wanted to belong to something. He wanted something, somewhere, to truly feel like home. He worked hard for a good life in America, and it was the place he found his freedom. But there was always someone or something to remind him that he wasn’t like everyone else.

Luckily, he had Kyle as his closest friend, always there to make him feel accepted and normal. If it weren’t for Kyle, who knows where Eugene would be at this point. Especially considering the fact he just got promoted for saving his life.

Just as he was thinking back to their last battle together, Kyle walked into Eugene’s office, his own cup of coffee in hand. Although it was getting late in the afternoon, they both had tons of paperwork to go through since arriving in Hanseong - their prestigious promotions being put to good use.

“Seems like you’ve also got a lot to work through there.” He motioned to the piles of documents on Eugene’s desk.

Eugene sighed. “Not exactly what I was expecting when we arrived here.”

Kyle softly chuckled. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there’s a ship arriving from New York City today. If I remember correctly, I know someone on that boat who may be able to help us out.”

~~~

You walked through the entrance of the Glory Hotel with your parents, beyond exhausted. As your parents were getting your rooms, you looked around at what would be your home for the foreseeable future. The hotel was charming and comfortable. You looked into the dining area and noticed several American military men. As you scanned the room, you noticed Kyle Moore stand up and wave to you, excitedly calling out your name.

You gave a polite smile and walked towards him. “It’s good to see you again, Kyle.”

“How was your trip?”

“Exhausting, of course.” You scoffed playfully and noticed the man sitting next to him at the table. Instantly, you recognized him from a previous visit to New York. Though you hadn’t formally introduced yourselves, you had seen him in passing. His face was definitely not one to forget.

You gave him a soft smile and Kyle introduced him. “This is my friend, Eugene Choi.” He nodded politely towards you before Kyle continued. “You know, I was actually thinking today, are you looking for a job?”

You chuckled. “Well, we’ve just arrived, so I guess I haven’t gotten a job yet. Do you have something for me?”

“Absolutely. First thing tomorrow morning, come see us at the legation.”

The thought of waking early in the morning after your exhausting trip made your stomach drop. “Oh… first thing?”

Eugene chimed in. “Why don’t we give her some time to rest first?”

Kyle nodded. “I guess you’re right. We’ll give you a day to settle in, get used to your new surroundings.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then.” You turned to Eugene. “Nice to meet you.” You were about to turn to leave before Eugene stood up and reached his hand out to shake yours. His hand was warm in yours, and he sat back down with Kyle, staying silent. A bit awkward, but it just made you want to know more about him.

~~~

You spent the next day relaxing and settling into your new home, and before you knew it found yourself at the American legation the following morning. Kyle and Eugene sat in Eugene’s office, casually going over some documents. The smell of coffee immediately flooded your senses and gave you comfort. Coffee was something you could count on being in almost every part of the world, and you were grateful you could find it here.

The two of them looked up as you entered the room, Kyle excitedly standing from the desk next to Eugene.

“Good morning! Have you settled in well since arriving?”

You smiled and nodded, “I have, I appreciate the day off yesterday.”

Kyle scoffed, “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s definitely needed, seeing the work Eugene has for you.” He playfully raised his eyebrows and motioned to the mountain of papers on the desk he was sitting at.

Eugene sighed, his lips slightly turning at the ends. “It’s not that bad, Kyle. Just light translating work.”

“That’s practically an encyclopedia! You’re basically putting her through torture, you know that?”

You laughed as Eugene rolled his eyes, slowly perusing through the documents. They were in various languages, most of which you knew. You turned towards Eugene, pointing at his cup of coffee.

“As long as you have one of those for me, this will be no problem,” you said, giving him a sweet smile. He playfully looked at Kyle, asking him to get you some coffee, but you were momentarily mesmerized by his face yet again and couldn’t even register what he was saying. You immediately questioned how easy this task would actually be.

You were pulled from your trance by Kyle repeating your name, probably for the third or fourth time.

“Hm?”

He softly chuckled, as if he knew exactly what was going through your mind. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Oh, just… just regular. How it comes,” you blurted out, embarrassed.

~~~

As time passed, you quickly settled into a routine, working for the legation most days doing translating work. Your parents were busy most of the time anyways, and even when you weren’t working, you found yourself spending time at the legation doing leisurely activities like reading. You also used this opportunity to learn Korean. Gwan-su helped you immensely, as you helped him with translating work as well. Eugene had also hired a young boy, named Do-mi, to do small tasks at the legation, which now included giving you lessons.

You found yourself in Eugene’s company often, as he was the one giving you documents to translate. And you even found him eavesdropping on your lessons. You quickly figured out he wasn’t able to read or write in Korean, which perplexed you. He was such a mystery to you most of the time, and it only made your curiosity blossom further. You were already entranced by his looks, and his personality didn’t help either.

You felt yourself developing romantic feelings for him, something you weren’t normally accustomed to. Making connections with others was difficult enough aside from falling for someone. Who knew when you’d have to be whisked away to another corner of the world, never to see him again? It made no sense to fall for Eugene when each day might be one of the last you’d spend with him.

It’s not that you’d never fallen for someone before, or even made a friend, but you always knew when to stop yourself. When the potential loss was just too great for you to risk. Keeping everyone at an arm’s length was simply protecting yourself.

But it didn’t make it all any less painful.

~~~

It was another day of translating at the legation when Eugene announced he was stepping out early for the day. You already knew what you needed to complete that day, so silently you were thankful you wouldn’t have to spend more time with him. It was becoming increasingly hard for you to keep your mind from wandering about him, especially when he was in the same room as you.

You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what he was really like behind closed doors, what his true likes and dislikes were… what he thought about you. You’d see him read books, play games of tennis with Kyle, listen to music occasionally, just go about his life like normal, and you craved to be a part of it all. You knew your lifestyle made you crave stability on some level, but with Eugene it was unlike anything else. Suddenly, your craving for a true home was the biggest problem in the world. The thought of leaving behind this little life you’d created, even if it was fleeting, was nothing short of devastating.

So you tried your best to suppress those feelings that threatened to upend your life in every way, just like you always had. And Eugene leaving for the day was a small victory in achieving that.

After finishing your work, you walked the streets of Hanseong and decided to treat yourself to some candy from the bakery. Seeing some of the international sweets brought fun memories from places you’d been to in the past, and you ultimately decided on some of the peppermint candies. For a brief moment, you were reminded that maybe you were okay just by yourself.

On your way back to the legation, before heading to the hotel, you saw Eugene in the street. From afar everything seemed normal, but as you got closer you noticed a look of utter despair on his face. As you approached him, your heart was flooded with concern. He didn’t seem to notice you until you were right in front of him.

“Eugene? Are you okay?”

He seemed to be instantly pulled from his thoughts. He scanned your face briefly before clearing his throat. “Oh, uh… yeah. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.” He was short with his words, his usual polite, positive tone of voice now devoid of emotion.

You eyed him suspiciously, noticing his swollen eyes. Clearly he’d been crying recently, but you didn’t exactly want to call him out on whatever happened if he didn’t want to talk about it. You slowly nodded.

“Alright, well… I just went to the bakery,” you looked down at the bag of candies, pulling one from the bag. “Want one?”

He stared at your hand for a second, then your face, looking bewildered. “No, that’s alright. Thank you though.”

You nodded again, feeling awkward and unsure. You wanted to console him but didn’t know what to say.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow th-”

“Do you want to get a drink?” He suddenly said, anxiety clear in his tone of voice. He nodded towards the nearby bar.

It was your turn to be surprised. You looked around for a moment, saying, “Sure, I guess I’ve got nothing better to do.” You gave an awkward chuckle.

Eugene gave you a soft smile and began walking towards the bar.

Unbeknownst to you, Eugene had similar feelings blossoming for you. He practically lived for the moment you’d walk into his office each morning, your sweet, cheerful face greeting him every time. He always made sure to have a cup of coffee for you ready, that way you two could enjoy it together and chat a little before getting to work. Romance and romantic feelings never came naturally to him, so he was surprised that you were on his mind so much lately.

But just like you, he struggled with the idea of home, a true home. Being back in Joseon was like psychological warfare. Everything from his past was being forced to come up to the surface, and he couldn’t suppress it like he usually could. Though it was painful, he had to try to reconcile and make peace with his past. He tried to do that today, in search of his parents grave, but his efforts were futile. Instead he has to grapple yet again with an unimaginable pain he’s lived with for as long as he can remember.

He knew he had feelings for you, and wanted nothing more than to pursue you, but how could he do that to you with all of the baggage he was carrying? In his mind, you didn’t deserve his problems. But today, he just couldn’t help himself, your smile a respite from his world all but crashing down around him.

The two of you walked into the bar and sat down, ordering a bottle of alcohol and grabbing a few cups. You’d never been to this bar before. There were a lot of American soldiers, as well as a few of Gu Dong-mae’s men, of whose reputation you were well aware of.

You quietly drank and settled into your seat, glancing at Eugene every so often to gauge his emotions. Clearly something devastating just happened to him and he just wanted to get his mind off of it.

“Do you go here often?” you asked.

Again, Eugene seemed to be pulled out of his thoughts. “Oh, sometimes… The soldiers like to come here a lot.” He gestured to everyone around you.

You nodded silently, unsure of what else to say.

Eugene eyed you for a moment. “Did you complete the rest of your tasks today?”

“Yes, all done. Just like normal,” you politely nodded and took a sip of your drink. You suddenly felt like you were talking to your boss rather than a friend.

Eugene nodded silently. At a table across the room, one of Gu Dong-mae’s men laughed out loud and leaned towards another at his table.

“I don’t think they’re on a date, I mean, if they are it definitely isn’t going well, just look at them!”

You were confused for a moment. Were they talking about you and Eugene? You gave the man a confused, somewhat embarrassed look. The table just laughed to themselves and continued drinking.

You made small talk with Eugene for a bit, feeling awkward but happy to have more time to spend with him, despite your efforts to be emotionally detached earlier. He seemed to open up a little after drinking more, but you could tell he was hiding an immense pain.

He stood up to get another bottle, and one of Dong-mae’s men stood up and approached you.

“Are you really on a date with him?”

You looked at him, appalled. “Excuse me?”

One of the other men stood up and attempted to pull the man back to the table, to no avail.

“Let go of me, I’m just asking her a simple question.”

“Sit down and stop bothering people.”

The man became increasingly frustrated. He was clearly wasted, swaying back and forth. “I’m not bothering anyone! Let go!”

Eugene quickly approached the table and set the bottle down with a loud thud. “You need to leave, now.”

That angered the man even more. He attempted to yell something but ended up slurring his words, almost falling to the ground. His friend attempted to keep him up and pull him away, but the man just pushed him aside. He pulled out his sword in an attempt to intimidate Eugene, but ended up slashing your hand as he did so.

You cried out in pain, quickly standing up and clutching your hand to your chest. Eugene looked at you with pure shock and concern.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed and slapped the man, your pain quickly turning to anger. You weren’t a stranger to creepy, entitled men, and you’d trained yourself how to deal with them as best you could. The man looked confused, not even realizing what he did. Before anyone else could intervene, you clutched the man’s collar and shoved him to the ground. It wasn’t hard as he was already unsteady on his feet. Resting a foot on his chest, you quickly took hold of his sword and rested it on his neck.

At this point you didn’t even register the blood rushing from your injured hand. Everyone looked at you in shock, not bothering to intervene.

“I should cut your hands off for that, shouldn’t I?” You glanced at Eugene, still looking at you in shock.

The man was just a blubbering mess beneath you, unable to form a complete sentence. You pressed on his chest further, the sword leaving a small cut on his neck. “Should I or should I not?”

He cried out. “No! Please, no!”

You looked at him with pure disgust, then around you. Everyone was watching you, watching this man beg beneath you. The social shaming he’d receive for this seemed sufficient enough for you, and you knew he’d already be punished by his own for his recklessness, so you slowly stepped off of him and dropped his sword.

“If I see your face again I won’t be so kind.”

You quickly stormed out of the bar without so much as a thought of where to go next. Eugene quickly followed behind and pulled you to a stop.

“Stop! Your hand.” He gently grabbed your hand and you looked down, finally noticing the large gash and blood smeared everywhere.

Suddenly the pain came rushing back into your senses, and you cried out. The wound was much deeper than you anticipated. Eugene quickly grabbed his handkerchief and wrapped it around your hand. The pressure stung but you knew you needed to stop the bleeding. Tears flowed down your face as the pain radiated up your arm.

“Come with me.” Eugene gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding your hand in his, and quickly led you back to the legation where he knew he could tend to your wound.

Silently, he chastised himself for not being there to protect you. He should’ve intervened before you got hurt. But nonetheless he was beyond impressed at how you handled the situation. He would’ve never expected you to be so confident in disarming that man. Though he was solely focused on helping you now, he couldn’t help but notice those familiar feelings for you blossoming to the surface once again, stronger than ever.

Once you reached the legation, you sat in his office clutching your hand as he got the necessary tools and medicines. The ointments stung and he tried his best to numb the area as he stitched you up, but the pain was almost unbearable. You were uncontrollably sobbing and crying out of pain, though you were trying your best to keep it in. You didn’t even register that Eugene was finished until he started softly wiping your face of tears and sweat.

You blinked through your tears and saw your hand entirely wrapped in bandages, the pressure somewhat subduing the pain now. Eugene looked disheveled, his sleeves rolled up, blood smeared on his arms and hands. He was looking at you with intense concern.

You took a deep breath in and grabbed the handkerchief he was using to wipe your face. You finished wiping yourself, feeling embarrassed now that you were feeling a bit better.

“Thank you. I’m sorry,” you softly scoffed to yourself, as if this was all just a big inconvenience for him.

He began to wipe his hands clean. “It’s not your fault. Don’t be sorry.”

You met eyes and lingered just a moment longer than usual, before you quickly stood up to gather yourself. It had been quite the day for both of you, and as much as you wanted to spend time with Eugene you felt your defenses come up yet again. If you looked at him for even another second, you felt you’d lose all control and cross the line you tried so hard to obey.

You were about to walk out of the room without saying another word before Kyle quickly stormed in.

“What happened? I heard there was a situation.”

Silently, you were relieved Kyle was there to break the tension you felt. “Oh, I just had a little cut from some drunk pulling out his sword at the bar.” You rolled your eyes as if it was nothing.

Eugene loudly scoffed. “It wasn’t just a little cut. I just gave her stitches.”

You sighed. “I’m fine. Thank you,” you said, still avoiding eye contact.

Kyle looked at you disapprovingly. “Well, I hope you’re heading back to the hotel to rest now. And not alone I presume?” He glanced at Eugene.

You quickly responded, “Actually, why don’t you walk me there?”

Kyle glanced again at Eugene, sensing the weird awkwardness between you two. You didn’t bother waiting for a response and continued your way out of the legation, Kyle eventually catching up to you.

Eugene sat alone, somewhat dumbfounded. He thought he should be offended at your quick exit, but sensed your embarrassment and let it go. You had done the same for him earlier, and he knew it was probably for the best.

As you and Kyle walked back to the hotel, Kyle eyed you warily.

“Everything alright?”

Pulled from your thoughts, you perked up. “Hm? Of course. This should be healed in no time.”

He slowly nodded. “I’m sure it will. Eugene is very good at those kinds of things.”

You nodded back, staying silent, which further elevated Kyle’s curiosity into concern.

“Is everything… okay with you two?”

“What? Of course, why do you ask?”

“You seemed like you needed any sort of excuse to get away from him earlier.”

You blinked, unsure what to say. It wasn’t exactly false but you weren’t about to divulge all of your complicated feelings to Kyle at that moment.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “You know you can tell me if anything is wrong. I’ve known Eugene for a long time and I trust him with my life, but if he did any-”

“Oh my god, no, he didn’t do anything wrong, if that’s what you’re asking! No, he’s great. Eugene is great. Please, don’t think anything like that.”

Kyle nodded slowly as the two of you approached the entrance of the Glory Hotel.

“If anything, that’s the problem,” you softly said, almost under your breath but enough that Kyle heard it.

He stopped walking as you entered the hotel, giving you a curious look. You were a bit embarrassed so you quickly said your goodbye and rushed to your room, exhausted for many different reasons.

~~~

After that day, things mostly went back to normal. You spent your days with Eugene at the legation, and were reminded of how he helped you that night often. The memories of his hands on yours, of him wiping your face clean, and the look of genuine concern for you flooded your mind constantly. And now that Kyle had suspicions of your feelings for Eugene, he decided to use it for his own personal entertainment.

Kyle had known Eugene for a very long time and knew he wasn’t the romantic type, but easily noticed how he was falling for you. He knew it was a complicated situation, but didn’t see harm in having a little fun with it. He’d often invite the two of you to have lunch or coffee with him, only to make up some excuse for him to attend to, leaving the two of you by yourselves.

You were often embarrassed by Kyle’s tactics, as was Eugene, but you were happy to spend time with Eugene, though it made your longing for him even stronger. As time passed, you became more and more anxious at the day when you’d have to leave, so you cherished any moment you could have.

Eugene also felt this anxiety, this increasing worry that eventually you’d have to leave Joseon. He was constantly torn between keeping a distance or taking advantage of any moment he had with you. It was like this constant push and pull, both of you wanting more from each other but too scared to risk what little you already had.

One day, while working in Eugene’s office, Gwan-su cheerfully walked in, carrying a large covered basket, and sat next to you. He looked at you with a devilish smile, as if he had a secret to tell you. He leaned in, whispering.

“I have a surprise for you. Don’t ask questions, just go along with it.”

You looked at him confused, about to ask what in the world he was talking about, before Kyle walked in.

“Gwan-su, you wanted to speak with me?”

He softly chuckled to himself. “Yes, come with me. You too.” He pointed to you as he walked to a nearby hallway.

You and Kyle looked at him curiously as he looked like he could barely contain his excitement.

“I know it’s been busy here at the legation lately, so I wanted to give you two a break.”

As you continued looking confused, Kyle questioned, “What do you mean?”

“Listen. Take the rest of the day off and walk down the path to the river. Take this, and have a nice picnic. You guys deserve it.”

He handed the basket to Kyle as the two of you were still puzzled.

“And why isn’t Eugene invited to this nice picnic you’ve planned for us?” Kyle asked.

Gwan-su smiled devilishly yet again. “I can see you’ve been trying to get some alone time,” he gestured towards you, “but Eugene is always there.”

Your face instantly turned red as Kyle stared at him incredulously, before laughing out loud. For a moment, you thought Gwan-su was serious. Did Kyle have feelings for you?

Kyle continued laughing, “Wait, is that what this is all about?”

Now it was Gwan-su’s turn to be confused. “Well, yes, I mean, I thought-”

“Gwan-su, you’re a great friend, you know that?’ Kyle could barely contain his laughter still. “But I’m not interested in her. In that way. We’re just friends!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Gwan-su looked beyond embarrassed, and gave you an apologetic look.

“My apologies, I guess I read the situation wrong. Uh, just keep the basket, I’ll be on my way now.” He quickly walked away to avoid further embarrassment.

You chuckled out of surprise as Kyle sighed. He handed you the basket. “He’s a funny one, isn’t he? You can take this, I have some things to work on.” As he was walking away, he turned back towards you. “And maybe you might have a better use for it?” he winked before leaving the building.

You stood in the hallway, holding the heavy basket, wondering what to do next. As you turned back towards Eugene’s office, you saw him standing in front of his office, curiosity clear on his face. He almost looked like he was… pouting?

“What was that all about?”

“Oh nothing, just Gwan-su trying to set up Kyle and I on a date, or something,” you chuckled to yourself.

Eugene’s face went slightly red, and he eyed the basket. You handed it to him as you walked back to your desk. “Take a look, I have no use for it.” You sat down and continued what you were working on before.

Eugene quickly looked through the basket, finding a blanket and tons of food to eat. He paused for a moment, then turned to you.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Hm? I guess so, what’s in there?”

“Oh, uh, a lot of things actually. You know, it’s a nice day out…”

You eyed him, wondering if he was really about to ask you what you thought he would. In Eugene’s mind, he simply couldn’t pass up this chance.

“Why don’t we go on that picnic?”

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You sat on the blanket with Eugene, under the shade of a nearby tree with the river flowing calmly in front of you. The weather was perfectly warm, the sun bright but not too bright. It was completely idyllic. You were lazily eating some fruit as you and Eugene talked.

“You’ve really never been fishing?”

You giggled. “Nope, never.”

“Even with all the places around the world you’ve been too?” He looked at you incredulously.

“I really haven’t! I don’t even know how.”

Eugene scoffed. “You know how to disarm a man but not how to fish. How does that happen?”

You laughed. “I guess no one’s taught me before.”

He eyed you, as if he was plotting something. Your heart leapt.

He looked away, smirking. “I’ll just have to teach you then.”

“Well, you better be careful, I might be better at it than you.”

He laughed out loud. “That’s alright. I doubt it but,” he paused as you laughed. He couldn’t help but admire you. “That’s alright.”

You sighed, taking another bite and observing your surroundings. “It’s so beautiful here.”

“How does it compare to the rest of the world?”

“It’s definitely up there,” you said, smiling. You looked at him curiously. “It’s not like you haven’t been to a lot of different places too. What do you think?”

He sighed, looking away. “It’s fine.”

You watched him as his expression softened into something sadder, something melancholy.

“Do you like being back here?” you asked. You never really pushed any serious subjects like this with Eugene, but this intimate space made it easier.

He looked down, and you almost changed the subject but he answered. “I don’t know. It’s strange. It’s where I was born but… I don’t feel like I belong. I never belonged here.”

“Do you feel that way in New York?”

He thought for a moment. “Sometimes. Only sometimes.”

You nodded. You knew that feeling all too well. “It’s difficult, isn’t it?”

“Hm?”

“Feeling like you don’t quite fully fit in somewhere. Never knowing where home really is.”

“Yeah… Do you feel that way a lot?”

You paused. “I do. I’m thankful I get to travel so much, but it’s hard to get close to anyone when I’m always going somewhere else. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere either.”

Eugene softly chuckled but stayed silent.

“What?” you asked, almost offended.

“Nothing. It’s just, it doesn’t seem that way at all.”

“Oh?”

“It seems like… It feels like you belong here. Like you could belong anywhere.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you laughed. “I wish that were true. You’re not making any sense, Eugene.”

He sighed. “I just mean that when you’re around, you belong. I’m sure you’re like that everywhere you go.”

You held his gaze, your face flushing and your heart going a mile a minute at this point. You couldn’t even think of anything to say.

Eugene knew he was being bold, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t keep so much inside anymore. He knew if he didn’t have you around to keep him company, to make this place seem more beautiful than what he thought, it would be almost unbearable being there. Seeing you admire everything in awe, showing genuine interest in the culture, helped him see his birthplace in a different light. He was so used to feeling like an outsider because of where he came from. It didn’t fix everything in his heart but it gave him some solace, which was more than he could ever ask for.

“You make me think I can have things that I can’t have,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“As if… impossible things seem possible.”

“Like what?”

“Like I can move forward from all of this. Like I’m more than all of this.”

You scoffed, overwhelmed. You clearly used humor often as a coping mechanism to hide your true feelings. “You’re giving me too much credit.”

He gave you a stern look. “You don’t give yourself enough.”

You held your breath at that look. That line you drew between you two, the line you tried so hard to keep yourself from crossing, was disintegrating in your mind. It excited and scared you at the same time.

“Eugene… you are more than this. You always have been.” In your mind, it was obvious.

He sighed, looking down, pausing for a few moments. “I hope you’re right about that.”

“I’m right about most things, but you knew that already.”

He laughed. It made your heart flutter a million times at once.

“And whatever you think you can’t have… you can have it.”

He looked at you, and you could see the swirl of emotions written all over his face. You were sure the same emotions were all over yours too, and somehow you sensed that he understood exactly what you meant and felt. In that moment, you felt you understood him completely too. And for the first time your heart didn’t ache at what was left unsaid. It was as if both of you already knew.

next chapter

#eugene choi x reader #mr. sunshine #mr. sunshine fanfiction #eugene choi #reader insert #kdrama

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frisbys-artwork · 2 years

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Meet Kent & Jasper!

Kent served in the astro-force for three years in his early 20s, was married for a couple years and then divorced, and eventually worked from security to managing a big name department store. His family immigrated from Kellsum when he was a newborn, but never once was he able to go and visit his homeland after.

Jasper and his twin sister (Perry), were both raised by their grandparents. While Perry pursued a career in dancing, Jasper was a lot more interested in caring for the elderly, and chose to become a professional caregiver. The gray hairs are a genetic trait in his family, where they all start getting them as early as 16 years of age (Jasper and Perry got them at 17).

After having a crazy first meet up when Jasper (16 at the time) was on the side of the road with a dead phone and car, Kent met the boy online two years later and decided to ask him out. They both enjoyed an entire year together, with Jasper treating the older man to new things from his culture as well as lifestyle (he was rich), and Kent giving the boy lots of love and grounded life experiences.

It was obvious the two had the most intense chemistry and fondness for each other, but due to a trauma Jasper experienced at 16 years old (that he never mentioned to Kent), they never became actual boyfriends. Kent respected Jasper's wishes, despite the love he felt for him. Before Kent moved to Sanwiich for a new job opportunity, Jasper met with him for his 19th birthday, had a wonderful date, and lost his virginity to the man.

Three months later, Kent was left shocked and full of joy when Jasper informed him of a pregnancy, making him realize that the condom broke the night they were last together, and that he really wanted to take responsibility for it, so he asked the boy to move in with him.

While not planned, Kent saw this as pure luck, as he could once again be close to someone he adored, and potentially raise a family with him if things looked great.

Hey everyone!

Sorry I've been seriously lacking in posts again. Just been busy and focusing on my Pokemon region a lot, and trying to improve and craft my style some more, but I FINALLY got to a point where I was able to give these two proper art, so now I'm hoping to draw up some more stuff involving them and other characters to a more consistent point.

So these two are extremely special to me, and glad to finally be able to share them and their story.

As a bonus bit: Kellsum is supposed to be Ireland, Enaris is Lebanese, and Sanwiich is Hawaii. This whole world of mine is set after a "rebirth" of the world, so Earth is also now called Gaia

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Hi Pia

Do you have any advice on writing disaster subs?

There's an antagonist in the story I'm writing that comes across as a dom, and he is a sadist, but he isn't actually a sub at all. He's a sadistic masochist but he hides the latter well, and I'm struggling with figuring out how best to write his character when there are such paradoxes to him.

Do you have any advice or guidance for writing a character like this? Anything would be appreciated. Thanks.

Tbh, it's mostly down to character motivations and making it make sense re: the character.

Generally speaking you're going to have a character who has some shame or trauma around being seen as submissive, either because they've experienced it before, they've experienced something nonconsensual before, or they've experienced watching someone else go through something traumatic, or they're just hardcore into the shame around the identity, or combinations of the above.

And then you're going to have someone who feels less shame and vulnerability around being a top, sadist or dom. They might also really enjoy topping more, but this isn't actually necessary. It becomes a way to satisfy their desires to a degree, because they're still in the world of kink, while not having to trigger off their trauma / shame / humiliation / etc. or not having to be vulnerable with someone else (which is what tends to make them really bad at being a top/dom/sadist - hence, disaster!sub, lol).

But you say your character 'isn't actually a sub at all' so if you're not actually writing a submissive in the first place, you're not really writing a disaster!sub. That might be a typo, but I'm not sure.

Either way, this stuff is always down to characterisation and motivations.

You have to sit down and think why someone would choose to behave a certain way, and why they've chosen not to behave in other ways.

In the case of Gwyn, a combination of his experiences with Mafydd and his trauma around that, alongside his shame attached to being a bottom, makes him behave mostly as a top around others (which he does enjoy). In the case of Felix in The Beast that Chose Its Own Bridle, a history of being a child prostitute sold into sexual slavery, as well as experiencing rape repeatedly as an adult, makes him exclusively a top (and sometimes a sadist) for some time, while he processes that trauma and genuinely believes it's just safer for him to top (which it is) because he doesn't have to be as vulnerable.

If you sit down and nail character motivations first, everything will actually unfold pretty naturally. So it's time for you to go back to the drawing board with the character, anon, and actually give them reasons for choosing the behaviours they choose!

It can help to research trauma and trauma symptoms (like avoidance in particular), and also understand how shame and perceptions of humiliation shape people's choices. A person ashamed of their body might not ever visit a swimming pool, for example. A person ashamed of submitting, might not ever submit. When folks are making decisions that stop them from accessing something that is potentially very fulfilling to them, there are a lot of reasons for it, but most will come down to the emotional response they trigger off in the character (or person for that matter).

God knows - as a totally random but common example - there are tons of people mired in diet culture (as an example) because they're ashamed of being perceived as unhealthy or fat, which is a great example of people clinging to something that doesn't really serve them in favour of avoiding shame, humiliation or embarrassment.

#asks and answers #pia on writing #pia on characterisation #this is a fairly truncated response but really #whenever you're like 'why would that character do that'#it's either time to revisit your character motivations #or do some research into trauma and shame #if these things don't feel organic or natural or intuitive yet #spend some time looking up trauma and post trauma disorders #and some time looking up shame or guilt and how they influence us in general #most of what humans do is underpinned by like...voluntarily seeking out their wants and needs and desires #and if they can't do that there will be reasons for it #often without the character knowing (and sometimes they do know)#a character who secretly desires the surrender of submission for example #but who has been traumatised instead of getting that surrender #will avoid submission #but the secret desire is usually still going to be there #which creates further shame #this is down to human psychologyyyyy #but idk if your character is like just a masochist - plenty of people feel shame over being masochists #(though in my experience more actually experience shame over being sadists asdlkfjsa)#(but that's irl and not in fiction)

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theadventuresofgarlandodra · 9 months

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Hush Little Baby

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Lydia held her breath as Rillana walked into the room. The queen was as straight faced as she usually was, there was no telling what was going through her mind. That was an admirable quality in a leader, but right now it made Lydia want to strangle her.

“Well!?”

Rillana paused for a moment longer before a smile spread across her face and she nodded. “It took,” she said.

For a second, the world stopped. Lydia had memories flash before her eyes- meeting the Queen for the first time as she was summoned into the royal’s court. Their several years of courting. How the queen would disguise herself so they could enjoy each other’s company in public without a flock of bodyguards. The day Rillana presented Lydia with a poem that took nearly ten minutes to read before presenting Lydia with a tiara made of black pearls and diamonds- the official proclamation of a queen’s love. Their wedding, which was a celebration nearly a month long. How every day was filled with a lifetime of love.

And now, they’d have something just for them.

The world finally moved again and Lydia squealed before pulling Rillana in a tight embrace. Rillana laughed quietly as she wrapped her arms around Lydia, resting her face on Lydia’s shoulder. They said nothing, only sobbing and laughing as they enjoyed this joy.

Lydia rested her hand on her wife’s mostly flat belly. There was a slight difference, but not enough to be noticeable unless you were touching. “So, is it the gargoyle’s?” she asked.

Rillana nodded, wiping her eye. “Oh goddess, I’m such a mess right now. Yes, it is Garl’s. I’ve already sent for the most experienced healers to help me. It’ll likely have to be a cutting birth- I can’t imagine birthing a literal stone that’s bigger than my head.”

Lydia shuddered. “Oh no, definitely not. Come, lie down, you need to rest,” she said as she gently pushed her wife towards the bed.

“This is not the first time I’ve been pregnant, my most beloved,” Rillana protested, but she didn’t resist lying down. “But I am a bit tired, I’ll admit. Another sign I’m expecting again, although this is the first time I’m carrying a child for us.”

It was truly the perfect situation, Lydia thought as she lied down next to her wife. Garl was a lover and leave-her type, odds are he’d never return to this part of the Underdark now that his task was complete. Without any tie to one of Rillana’s husbands, the child would be raised by Lydia instead of one of them. Not that Lydia didn’t love Rillana’s other children, Rillana was a loving mother and her elder children strove to reach her level of greatness. But they each had a father, a father who adored them. Lydia was more of an aunt. But this child… this one would get to be raised by Lydia and Rillana.

Not to mention this got Rillana’s shoe in the door with the nearby gargoyle nest. As a whole, gargoyles kept to themselves, rarely interacting with the world. Garl was an aberration in that way, which Rillana immediately noticed and decided she was going to use. With a gargoyle a part of the royal family, the nearby nest would feel a need to open up conversation with Rillana. No possible way was the child not going to learn of their own culture, of their ancient traditions and The God of Stone.

Not saying that Rillana wouldn’t love them like the rest of her children, but in a royal family, it was chess. Every pawn you had on the board, which not only included both Rillana and Lydia but their family was well, had a purpose to serve. And in this case, a gargoyle child was a very unique and useful pawn.

The door creaked open and Rillana’s husband Molvayas peeked his head in the door. “Permission to enter? I heard rumors of good news,” he said.

Rillana sat up and gestured the shy drow lord in. “Enter, Molvayas. Yes, this news is wonderful- I have become pregnant after my visitation with the visiting gargoyle adventurer,” she said.

“Oh!” Molvayas blinked a few times before he smiled. “That’s wonderful! I hope that you’ll have a daughter that is as regal as you!”

Rillana chuckled and looked down at Lydia. “What do you think? Girl or boy?” she asked.

“I have a feeling it’ll be a boy. I can’t explain it, but I feel this will be a boy,” Lydia said as she sat up. “You don’t have to be so coy about it, Molvayas- your daughter is still the heiress to the North Queen’s throne.”

“I would never think so pettily about such wonderful news,” Molvayas mock gasped before he grinned. “Nevertheless, congratulations to you both. Lydia will take care of the child?”

Lydia nodded, her chest fluttering with pride. Rillana, however, cocked her head to the side. “Come on now, I know you’re not just congratulating me on being with child, I just had my last one barely forty years ago. What is it, Molvayas?” she asked.

“You’re too good at reading me,” Molvayas sighed before he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s… Keverin.”

Oh goddess. Lydia groaned preemptively and Rillana didn’t even bother to call her out. “What did our son do now?” Rillana asked with her jaw clenched.

Molvayas didn’t say anything, only approaching the royal bed and handing Rillana a folded piece of paper before going to his knees. Rillana opened it and her eyes scanned the written words before she swore and lit the paper on fire with her fingertips.

“What’s wrong, Rillana?” Lydia asked. “Did he get into another fight?”

“Worse.” Rillana squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her fingers to her temples. “Apparently, the visit from Odra and her companions has inspired him. He’s going up above the ground… to become a bloody adventurer.”

Lydia’s jaw dropped. “No! He did not! He’s barely ninety-eight, he’s not old enough!” she said.

“I’m well aware of how old he is, but apparently he’s under the impression he’s able to do it.” Rillana took a deep breath before reopening her eyes. “I’m too tired for this. Molvayas, please tell me he’s not left the Underdark.”

“He has, unfortunately. I’m already preparing a retinue of guards to coax him back home… but my queen, I believe this could be for his benefit. If I may speak freely?” Molvayas glanced up for a moment before returning his gaze solidly to the floor.

Rillana twisted her mouth but she nodded curtly.

“Thank you, my queen. I know we both adore Keverin. But he’s strong willed, independent, and more stubborn than the longest day of the year. Being down here has been boring him for years. It’s why he gets in so much trouble,” Molvayas started counting off on his fingers. “The gambling ring, the card playing, the cheating at the cards, the fights he gets into, it’s all because he feels like he has nothing to do. Perhaps a taste of the world outside the safety of the palace will give him some sense, and once he comes home, he’ll have calmed down and will grow for the better.”

Rillana paused to consider this, tapping her fingers on her thigh as she mulled it over in her mind.

“… As long as his guards catch up to him and he doesn’t leave them behind, then I will allow this. Did he bring his goggles? I don’t want his eyes getting sunburnt.”

“He brought the goggles, yes.”

“And he packed well? Plenty of clothing? He grabbed his daggers?”

“Rillana, he’s ninety-eight, not thirty-eight.”

Rillana lightly smacked Molvayas on the head. “What did you call me?” she threatened.

“Sorry, my queen.” Judging by his grin, Molvayas was not sorry in the least.

Rillana shook her finger at him. “You know the rules. Queen first, Rillana only when I say you can call me Rillana. I’m sorry, he’s just… he’s so young still, and I recognize some of my twin sister’s spirit in him. He’s trouble.”

“He’ll come back a better man for it, I promise it,” Molvayas rubbed the top of his head where he’d been smacked. “And I’m sorry, I’ll be punished properly later… can I have K’yorl do it? You need to rest, being with child and all.”

“You think you can make demands now, after breaking the rules?” Rillana smirked. “But sure, K’yorl may punish you… after Nimbasir does.”

Molvayas’ grin dropped. “My queen, last time he handled the punishment, I couldn’t sit down for a week!” he complained.

“And you loved it. Now shoo. I want to rest.”

Molvayas skittered out of the room after bowing his face to the ground, and Lydia shook her head once the door slammed behind him.

“I can’t believe they willingly sign up for this game.”

Rillana laughed as she laid back down. “Lydia, the reason they married me was for the game. The minute they want it to stop, all they have to do is say so,” she said.

That was true. Lydia remembered the time Gardek had called off the game, the Duergar looked fearful for speaking out of turn. But Rillana immediately undid his bondage, told everyone to leave the room, and the next time Lydia saw him he was wrapped in a warm quilt and Rillana was stroking his beard and kissing the top of his head in a truly gentle way.

She might have only been in love with Lydia, but Rillana loved her husbands too.

End of Volume 2

Volume Three- Coming Soon <3

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