#Sj writes

[commander-writergirl]

Red String of Fate

Synopsis: In a world where your soulmate is picked for you with a name tattooed, you are born with the rare trait of not seeing colors until you meet yours. You never expected the universe to foresee the divided mind of your other half.

Pair: Jake Lockley x Jewish!fem!reader, Steven Grant x Jewish!Fem!reader, Marc Spector.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none (as of right now)

Word Count: 1709

Notes: This was brought on by either @softlyspector​ or @starryeyedstories​ talking about liking soulmate AUs and the idea in Judaism of the red string. And the idea that when you were a red string bracelet, it doesn’t just protect you from evil but can fall off when you have met your soulmate.

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-Twenty Years Ago-

“And remember never take it off.” I looked at my mother as she tied the thin red string around my left wrist. “It will fall off when you have found the one.”  

I looked at the string. It was red, my mother had said as much but it just looked dark grey to me. “But won’t I see color.” I looked at her. It was a rare way of finding your soulmate, not seeing colors. From what I had overheard, no one in my family had ever been born this way.

She smiled and stroked my curls back. “Then wear it for protection from evil.” She kissed my forehead before getting up and going back to her craft room.

I looked at the string again and played with the small charms on it. One a Hamsa and the other a crescent moon. I looked at the knot and noticed it was made to grow with me but not slip off.

-Fifteen Years Ago-

It’s for protection from evil.  

I sat in the hospital playing with the charms. The doctors said I was fine. A few bruises from the seatbelt and a few scraps but nothing major. But no one wanted to tell me that my mom was gone, having suffered the blunt of the pick-up ramming into the side of our car.  

Drunk Driver

Dead before EMS

I sniffled and curled up hoping my dad would get here soon.

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-Present Day-

I twisted the charms on my bracelet as I waved down a taxi. I quickly climbed in before a familiar scent caught my attention.

“Now how is it you always find your way into my taxi, carino?”  Jake’s accent was a mix of the Spanish language he cursed in and the side-effect of growing up in New York.

“I wouldn’t know Jake, maybe just luck.” I smiled sitting back. “Home please.”  

He nodded his head, and I caught a glimpse of the green in his shirt. I chewed on my lower lip. Since meeting Jake, I could make out things people had told me were green and blue. Like the trees, the grass, my favorite dress apparently was a  mix between the two called teal.  

After first meeting Jake, I stood in front of my apartment and just stared at the sky. It was a clear light blue. I found myself grabbing anything I could tell the color of and putting it at the top of my drawers; in the side of the closest I opened the most.

I called my father in tears because it was the first time, I could see the true color of my own eyes. The colors everyone complimented.

But then it came crashing down when I realized Jake had to be my soulmate. But something was wrong. I could only see blue/green colors. I couldn’t see the other 80% of the rainbow. And the thin red bracelet my mother had placed on my wrist all those years ago was still snuggly set against my skin.

“What has you thinking so hard back there?” I shook my head and looked over to see him looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I chewed on my lower lip. “Have you ever heard of someone with the color blindness, only getting part of it back when they meet their soulmate?”  

Jake blinked at me before turning his sight back on the road. “Guess that explains why you don’t have marks on you.”  

I nodded. Jake didn’t talk about what marked him for his soulmate from what I had seen of his skin, I couldn’t see a name or symbol or even a phrase for first meetings.  

Having your soulmate’s name on you was the most common. Color blindness was the rarest, so rare there was little anyone who could teach me to help me find mine.

“You know you never told me what your mark is.” I said watching as his jaw ticked.

“You’ve never asked before.” His fingers twitched and I could tell he wanted to reach for a cigarette you usually smoke.  

“Well, I’m asking now.”  

Jake shook his head and sighed, “Color blindness.”  

“So, you couldn’t tell what color the dress was the day we meet?”  

He shook his head, “And to answer your first question; no, I don’t know what it means if you only get some color back.”  

I looked back out the window. “Maybe I have more than one soulmate.” Or maybe I’m messed up from the car crash. I squeezed my eyes shut at that thought.  

“It’s a possibility.” I felt the car slow as Jake stopped in front of my building.  

“Maybe.” I went to pull out the money to pay him before he put his hand over mine.

“Don’t worry about it Carino.” The corner of his mouth ticked up.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are such a mensch.” I felt his eyes on me as I got out of the car and walked up the steps.

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“No Jake, there’s no possible way.” Marc said in the mindscape as Jake parked the taxi.

“Hey, how else do you want to explain us seeing green and blue shades, Spector?” Jake got out and walked towards the apartment building.  

After a few strings between contacts, Steven was able to get a research job which meant Marc and Jake got to pick home base.

Jake’s choice of New York had won.  And within the first month, he had met her.  

Curly hair and smooth skin. A smile that brought the stars for a day. And she brought him latkes over the holiday season, clocking him much easier than he clocked her.  

Steven wanted to meet her, but Jake’s protectiveness prevented it. He just didn’t know if it was to protect the system or her.  

“I think it would be quite nice to have a soulmate.” Steven mused.

Jake had to hand it to Steven, he made it seem like a dream come true. And even though Jake wasn’t as terrified or reserved as Marc, he was worried about putting her in danger.  

“No, it’s not nice. It’s a danger.” Even Jake could hear the self-doubt in Marc’s tone.  

“Doesn’t matter.” Jake said as he walked into the apartment. “No one but me, sees her.”  

Jake sighed as he took in all the green around the apartment. He truly never realized how many plants Steven had.  

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I walked down the street. Photo day was always interesting. It always amazed me how many people would pay for historical photos from New York. As I looked over the last few photos I had taken, I bumped shoulders with someone.  

“Oh, I’m so...” I looked at the person. “Sorry. Jake?”  

He looked like Jake, but he didn’t wear a flat cap or facial hair. His shoulders also seemed to curve a little.  

“oh uh...” He began to stumble over his words before looking around and pulling me away from the crowd.

“Jake, what is it?” I blinked a few times and realized the brink wall behind him was now something other than grey. When I placed my hand on his chest, I could see the red string exactly as it should be seen. “Jake?” I looked at him but found his attention had moved to the space around us.

“Bloody hell.” I stepped back from the man who looked like Jake.

“W-who are you?”  

He looked back at me and quickly took my hand. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The British accent threw me but his thumb rubbed against my hand in soothing circles.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. “Please explain.”

He nodded and gulped. “My name is Steven Grant. Jake Lockley, the man you’ve been meeting is an alter.”

I blinked at him, “You have DID.”

He tilted his head, “How..?”

“I took psychology in college, stuck with it for a while. Didn’t understand why it interested me so much.” My voice got quiet as I took in the deep red of his shirt before setting my hand against his chest. “Guess I know why now.”  

Steven set his hands over mine. “Jake is very protective, he wouldn’t let... me meet you when I first asked.”  

I could tell the ‘me’ was supposed to be plural but for now I would let it go. I smiled lightly and nodded my head. “Yea I get that vibe from him.” I giggled a little as his thumb brushed against my red thread.  

“Could I buy you tea,” Steven smiled. “Or coffee. I know American’s prefer coffee; Jake certainly makes sure I remember.”  

I couldn’t help laughing. “I would like that very much.”  

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Steven was completely different from Jake. He had thrown himself into being around me. He even took me on dates. Though Jake had started to loosen up, having me sit up front when he drove me places. Keeping his hand on my knee as he drove.  

Though I felt they were both still keeping something from me. Or someone. There were still colors I couldn’t make out, some were dull.  

It was when Jake finally invited me to their apartment that I realized there was someone else.

“So it’s not just you and Steven?” I asked looking over a notebook that had writing in it that didn’t match Steven’s clean script or Jake’s messy quick writing.  

“How long have you known?” I felt Jake behind me before his arms encircled my waist.

“Since I met Steven. He was hesitant on the ‘me’ part when he explained you didn’t want them to meet me.” I ran my finger over the writing. “He must be military. The way he writes.”

“He was, didn’t last long.” Jake’s grip tightened around me holding me against him.

“I can imagine.” I closed the journal and turned in Jake’s arms. “I would really like to meet him.”

“That last little bit of color bothering you as well?”  

I nodded my head and buried my face into his chest. “It’s so annoying.”

Jake chuckled and kissed my head. “Steven and I will talk with him later and see if we can convince him.”

“Okay.” I looked up at him, “Can I know his name?”

“Marc. Marc Spector.”

#sammi writes #Jake lockley x jewish!reader #Steven Grant x Jewish!reader #marc spector #soulmate au #moon knight au #moon knight fic #oscar isaac characters #marvel fanfic #jewish reader #SJ writes #moon knight x jewish!reader

[scarletjedi]

So…I did it :)

#star wars #old man luke #chapter update #sj writes #sj writes Star Wars

[stanningjay2]

So I have been balls deep in an SPN rewatch and decided to dabble in Destiel. I have some lovely PWP on offer inspired by Cas watching pornos with Sam and & Dean in the room (and later just Dean 😏😏😏)

Please enjoy THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE PIZZA MAN

😘😍❤️

#Destiel #deancas #jenmish #misha collins #jensen ackles #jackles #dean winchester #castiel #sj writes #suptober22 #spn #supernatural #the winchesters #my fanfiction #my fic #pwp fic

[sj-thefan]

Just a heads up, I'm rebranding my Stark's Daughter fic starting with a name change. It is now called Legacy, and I hope to add some more chapters in the coming weeks!

#Stark's Daughter #Sj writes #tony stark x child!reader #child!reader

[liquid-sunshines]

i underestimated how many ppl liked sqq with a pipe lmaooo IM GLAD IM NOT ALONE

anyway. i drew this while listening to dangerous woman so

#svsss #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #i have no motivation to write anything #but damned if sj doesn't make me wanna draw him in all the pretty outfits #somethin bout shen jiuuu #makes me wanna draw him as a dangerous womannn

[naffeclipse]

What would SJ eclipse be like as a Naga? 👀 absolutely terrifying, I'm sure lmao!! Also, what would SJ! Eclipse think of the photographer? Mashing aus so hard right now I'm frothing at the mouth 😭😭

Oh no. Naga SJ Eclipse is just as terrible as a four-arm Eclipse! He shouldn't be given any more means to grab and bruise you than he already has smh

That being said—

He has black and burgundy scales with red markings like diamonds full of warning up and down his tail. The frills adorning his head are dark and terrifying, like a poisonous black-blue flower. He's powerful, swift, and precise with his kills.

He doesn't think much of the photographer; an easy meal. That is until he realizes you are more respectful of the jungle and the creatures than most humans, and he watches how you stare in quiet reverence at the forces at work around you. You intrigue him. Mostly, he wants to see how quickly he can break you. Which, to his chagrin, isn't as easy as he suspects it to be.

With you, he's obsessed. He hates that you're not bending under his will despite your fear. Your every encounter with him involves you being tugged and twisted around like a little doll made to dance. His strength is terrifying. His size is overwhelming. He'll trap you in his coils until you stop squirming—until you learn that you can't keep fighting because if you do, he'll crush you.

That's the threat he likes to snarl. The promise chills your very marrow.

He leaves you bruised when you try to talk back to him and keep attempting to escape his claws. His loops twist around you just enough to give you a half-second of panic, unable to fill your lungs enough to breathe, but he loosens his grip before you choke. This, however, leaves the skin over your ribs colored in deep violets and indigo splatters. You're afraid he wants to see what he's done—his claws trace the bottom of your shirt, searching.

If he's feeling generous enough, he'll grab you by the wrists and drag you closer, close enough to hiss in your ear that he wouldn't have to be so rough if you behaved. He has a particularly nasty habit of grabbing your chin when you refuse to look at him. His hellish orange eyes flash when you whimper or gasp, but it's not enough—he wants you under his thumb. You'll give in. You'll see that the only way is his way.

#rip the photographer it was nice knowing them #he can be worse #so so much worse #sleuth jesters eclipse #naga!eclipse #great now i'm frothing at the mouth #augh this man someone turn him into noddle soup #naff writing #sj naga eclipse au #the serpent den

[ineffectualdemon]

I'm generally not a fan of the misunderstandings trope but when it's done well it hits hard

Imagine:

Loving someone deeply and truly, platonic or familial or romantic doesn't matter. This love is a core part of who you are

But your moment of deepest devotion and commitment to them fails and becomes what breaks your relationship and causes permanent harm to the person you love the most

And they never actually know what you did or tried to do for them. All they know is how it went wrong and you can never explain to them how it was supposed to go

Because the cost of the truth is too high. Not just for you, but if they fully understand the pain you were willing to go through for them, the pain you did go through for them, it would break them even more than your failure did

And you still love them too much to do that to them

But also, because you did fail. It was your fault it all went wrong. You don't deserve the forgiveness you know they will give you

Now imagine the above scenario is true for both halves of the relationship

That is when the misunderstandings trope is used to it's best affect and when it is used so well the tragedy of it is like no other

#svsss #mdzs #mxtx #qijiu #yunmeng bros #yue qingyuan #jiang cheng #thats why jiang cheng doesnt explain how he got caught and lost his core #and why yqy cant explain to sj what really happened #mxtx is so good at this trope #storytelling #stories #fiction #writing #tragedy #twin prides of yunmeng #wei wuxian #shen jiu #yunmeng shuangjie

[nanowrimo]

How to Choose the Right Story Idea

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app containing all the tools you need to get writing and keep writing. They’ve teamed up with S J Watson, bestselling author of Before I Go To Sleep, to get some tips on deciding if your story idea is a good one. 

If you’re writing fiction, the thing that must come first is the idea. Without that we have nothing. But what are ideas; how do we get them; and crucially, how can we choose which ones are good enough to sustain a long piece of fiction? 

These are big questions, so let’s consider them here. 

What is an Idea?

I came across two interesting dictionary definitions of what an idea is:

Something such as a thought or conception that is the product of mental activity; and

A sense that something can happen, a notion or expectation.

The seeds of ideas are everywhere. Everything we see, hear, read or watch can spark a thought, and we need to remain alert to those sparks, as some might become useful ideas. But being alert is not enough. Rarely do ideas arrive fully formed. Usually we have to actively work on promising nuggets in order to turn them into gold. We can’t just sit around and wait for the lightning bolt to strike.

Instead, get used to actively, and playfully, interrogating your daily musings. Ask yourself questions. ‘I wonder what would happen if…’ or, ‘Why did that person just..?’ etc. Don’t censor yourself. Let your mind take you to wild and fanciful places. You can always reign it back in later. Fill your notebook.

Choosing an idea to work on

Not all ideas are created equal. So how do we choose? Look at the second definition above. Some ideas seem exciting at first but they’re limited. It’s hard to see how they can lead to interesting characters and high-stakes conflict. Others invite you into a world brimming with possibilities. They seem to open doors. These are the ones to work on.

The best, most fertile ideas, are magnetic. They grow by attracting other ideas to them. You’ll notice connections, and find yourself asking ‘What if..?’ and ‘I wonder why..?’ more and more. When this happens, you know you’re on to something, but at this point it can still help to ask yourself some questions.

First, which ideas excite you?  Are there any that you can’t quite believe no one else has written? If so, go for it! If not, then perhaps proceed more cautiously. Don’t reject them outright, necessarily. Maybe you just need an extra ingredient or two. Give it time and wait until you do get that glimmer of excitement. 

Next, can you see a protagonist with a goal and obstacles that stand in their way? If not, maybe you have an idea for a situation, but not an actual novel. ‘What if a totalitarian regime came to power?’ is not an idea for a story, but ‘What if two people fall in love in a world governed by a regime that has outlawed romantic attachment?’ is. Again, keep going, stir the pot until you can come up with characters and conflict.

Also ask, are the stakes high enough to maintain a reader’s interest, and if not can they be raised? Are their problems, if not universal, then at least relatable? A professor searching for the key to immortality is one thing, but a professor searching for the key to immortality because his wife is dying is suddenly something else. Keep going until you feel that tug of universality. 

Finally, does your idea seem original?  This is important, but beware! Almost everything has been done before, the key is how you combine ideas and what you do with them. Don’t reject every idea that is reminiscent of something else, but instead look for how you’re going to make it your own. 

In short, daydream, be playful with your thoughts and observations, and sooner or later something will come along that seems on fire with possibility. Congratulations! Now the hard work starts…

SJ Watson is author of Before I Go To Sleep, which was turned into a film starring Nicole Kidman. He has since published two further psychological thrillers, Second Life and Final Cut, and has set up The Writers’ Lodge, which aims to help and support writers at every stage of their creative writing journey. S J Watson recently launched a public novel writing project called The Experiment. He writes using Scrivener.

All NaNoWriMo participants receive 20% off Scrivener for macOS and Windows from now until December 7, 2023, with the code NANOWRIMO23 .

Top photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing ideas #story ideas #writing #writing advice #by nano sponsor #scrivener #sj watson

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

Mistaken Identity BingJiu

Demon Emperor SJ

Soulmate AU

Clone Baby AU

Betrayal Swap AU

Time-Travelling Kidnapper YQY

Anti-Love Potion AU

Reverse Transmigrator SJ

Fierce Corpse SQQ AU

#svsss #svsss au #my writing #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingqiu #bingjiu #yue qingyuan #scum villain #scum villans self saving system #shen jiu #shen yuan #reverse transmigration au #betrayal swap au #demon emperor sj au

[radaverse]

While watching SJ I noticed something totally hard to notice

JACK IS EXTREMELY LONELY

HE HAS LIKE 1 ACTUAL CLOSE FRIEND (Scotsman) AND BRO MAKES LIKE 4 APPEARANCES IN THE WHOLE SHOW 😭

So I said NUH UH and threw a child at him

what do you think about that

Samurai Jack: Paws of Magic AU

AU on the works!

Synopsis: Jack shelters an abandoned magic child. Now he has to face a task harder than most of his battles as a warrior: being a father.

Here is the child! Mai the tiny chinchilla warrior.

And references!

Now Jack is not so lonely 💖

#samurai jack #SJ #samurai jack art #samurai jack oc #samurai jack au #paws of magic #PoM #SJ PoM #(funny how we have ToM and PoM 💀) #mai #mai the chinchilla #SJ mai #SJ jack #art #oc #ocs #foolish samurai #hope you like this silly idea of mine #writing a fic for this #tried my best to adapt to the show's style #I gotta practice this #true radaverse™ fans know mai's og design used to be my personal oc. but there was someone who needed her more than me 🫡❤️ #samurai at day. dad at night #jackposting #radaverse

[stardust-falling]

Gotta make a post about the whole “YQY never takes SJ’s side and always scolds him” argument and how technically it’s somewhat true, but also not really because of an interplay of trauma-created habits.

#bc yeah #it seems like the fandom thinks ‘yqy reprimands sj for being rude and unpleasant’ #means that he’s not taking SJ’s side #but when you think about it from the lens of the way their lives were before #it makes a lot more sense & is meant not to get sj in trouble #but instead to protect him #but I’ll write a longer thing that goes more into it

[commander-writergirl]

Quiet Moment

Synopsis: You and Marc/Steven get a long needed break from the kids while visiting Chicago.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Fluffy, some minor oral (f receiving).

Word Count: 823

Notes: This is based off @ofstarsandvibranium​ story Spector-Grant Family AU and you should def check that out because it’s amazing. 

    Marc slowly woke up to the sun hitting his face. He looked around the room before looking down at you. He couldn’t fight the smile that took over his face at the light snores coming from you. When he turned to look at the hotel clock, he had to check his watch. It was almost 12 in the afternoon. You both had slept for a solid 14 hours; he was shocked cause even before the kids you two had a habit of waking early.

    Once he recovered, he began to leave little kisses all over your face and slip under the blanket, kissing down your body.

    You two may have gone to bed naked if only for the contact but now Marc was sure you were both well rested and you deserved to be woke up as if you two had no responsibilities. Marc took his time to kiss along your faded stretch marks, relishing in the beauty of your body. He smirked as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair.

    “Marc?” You mumbled out slowly waking up.

    “Yes baby?” Marc smiled staying where he was and rubbing small circles on your thighs.

    You hummed at the feeling of his hands on you, “What are you doing down there?”  

    “Wake up call.” Marc started kissing down again, sliding his hands up to your waist.  

    Once Marc reached his destination, he slowly kissed along your fold. You giggled and gripped lightly at his hair. “Baby, your beard.”  

    “I’m aware, let’s see if you can make it whiter then it is now.” Before you could reply, Marc latched on to your clit and held your waist.

    You moaned as he switched between sucking on your bud and doing small tight circles with his tongue. You scrapped your nails along his scalp and relished in the groan the emitted from him. Marc slowly pushed two fingers into you making you arch off the bed.

    “Marc.” You moaned out and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. And for the first time in years, Marc was going to take his time making you come undone for him.

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    You sat curled up on the couch watching as Steven pulled on a shirt while trying to clean up the living room. In between your sexcapade, the two men had switched, and Steven had his chance to enjoy some alone time with you.  

    “It was nice of your dad to take the kids.” You mused as you watched Steven look around for something.

    “Yea it was.” Steven grabbed the remote from under the table and joined you on the couch. “It's much quieter than normal.”

    You laughed and curled into him. “Well four kids can do that, darling.” You kissed his cheek and adjusted his reading glasses, something he seemed to need more and more of lately. “Can you believe the twins are nine already?” You sighed lightly closing your eyes.

    “Can you believe Marc let our abs go?” Steven smiled kissing your forehead.

    “I like your squishy dad abs.” You said poking his stomach. It wasn’t hard like it was when you first got together but now it was softer and more fit for a child to fall on it.

    “I do miss the six pack every once inna while though.”  

    “You mean the six pack you didn’t question having as a museum gift shopist?” You looked at him raising an eyebrow.

    Steven started tickling you making you squeal and laugh. You ended up falling back and Steven settled between your legs. “Hey, some people have it naturally.”  

    “What every you say Mr. Grant, if it helps you sleep at night.” You smiled up at him and stroked his hair back, noting all the grey and white strands.

    You knew your hair didn’t look any different from his; four kids and 23 years of marriage and you wouldn’t trade one grey hair for all the color in the world.  

    Steven brushed your hair behind your ear, “je t'aime vers la lune et retour.”  

    You smiled and pecked his lips, “and my love for you shines like the brightest star.” You nuzzled against his nose and closed your eyes. Enjoying the small moment of peace in your crazy lives. Steven held you close against him taken in the silence.  

    “So, what movie should we watch?” You asked as you adjust to leaning comfortable against the arm of the couch and Steven fixed his position between your legs to settle his head carefully against your stomach.

    “We could watch The Mummy?” Steven said as he turned the tv on.

    “Are you going to point out inaccuracies the whole time?” You looked down at him and when he didn’t look back at you, that answered your question.

    “I’ll give Marc control if I do.” Steven looked at you his brown eyes shining.

    “Deal,” You kissed his forehead and settled back allowing yourself to continue playing with his hair as the movie began.

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translation: je t'aime vers la lune et retour.  “I love you to the moon and back.”

#spector grant family au #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marvel fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #SJ writes #marc spector #steven grant #family au #these gifs are getting out of hand #inspired by

[scarletjedi]

I’m not promising anything, because life has been very unpredictable, but I *may* have just opened my Old Man Luke google doc file for the first time in literally forever, and there *may* be an update in the works.

#sj writes

[stanningjay2]

Marble & Bronze A weekly, *free*, original Story by me (aka Emmaline Strange). Chapters Post Weekly on Fridays! Laelius is a roman soldier sent to investigate the site of a comet crash in the hills beside his city. Was the falling star an omen from the Gods, or something else entirely? Rating: Explicit Pairing: MM See tags for content warnings! *** Marble & Bronze - Chapter One

Laelius gripped the shaft of his spear, trying to maintain his hold though his palms were slick with sweat. He had joined the ranks of the city watch for a warm bed and steady meals, and because Sinuessa was about as safe a place as any. The city’s Magistrate was synonymous with law and order, and the thriving port knew mostly peace, day in and day out. After barely escaping his war-torn homeland, this suited Laelius just fine. 

         That is, until tonight. There had been a lot of speculation about what message the Gods intended when they sent a falling star crashing into the hillside just outside of Sinuessa. Laelius had been walking the walls at the time, and he’d never seen anything like it, shining and beautiful and terrible, like a thunderbolt from Jupiter himself. Perhaps it had been, some of the men whispered in the barracks.

Unfortunately, there was a little-used, mostly abandoned temple on the hilltop, and the Magistrate decided leaving it un-investigated would be an affront to the Gods. He tasked the soldiers of the city watch with divining the meaning of such an aggressive omen from Olympus. The commander of the watch had spoken with his officers, at length, behind closed doors, regarding the best way to approach this unknown.

It was decided that the ten newest recruits would draw lots, and he who drew the short straw would be sent first on a scouting mission up the hill. Blessed day, then, for Laelius, when he drew the short straw. Now, he crouched beside an outcropping of rock, cursing his superiors and the Gods under his breath. He had not a coin to his name when he’d joined the watch, and would have nothing without them. Though he knew of course that being sent on this mission meant to them he was expendable, he had little choice but to complete it. His mission as to ascend the hill, discern any damage to the temple, find evidence of the omen, and return. If he did not return in five days, the watch would then send a larger squadron of ten men to recover his corpse and hopefully succeed where Laelius had failed. 

He sighed. It was hardly the most optimistic of send-offs, but there had been some in the city convinced that it was simply a piece of the heavens grown tired, falling to earth because its time to do so had arrived, and it was pure luck that it had hit the hill beside Sinuessa. Despite this logical postulating, Laelius recalled the short straw resting on his palm and knew that luck had never truly been on his side. Continue Reading!

#alien romance #tentacles #gay romance #free stories #patreon #support #indie author #MM romance #consentacles #queer romance #historical fantasy #ancient rome #roman soldiers #original fiction #sj writes

[blamemma]

🔀 max/daniel/scotty 😵‍💫 whatever combination you want lol

MMXX - XII - Diplo & Rhye; you're moving inside me so softly // the faith is something new // so many ways you're fragile, coming to me - mainly max/daniel, mentions of past daniel/scotty, 886 words

Daniel cries the first time they have sex. Max keeps on trying to move Daniel around, get him on his back, so that they're face to face. Max continues saying shit like "wanna see how beautiful you look" and "please Daniel, let me see you", but Daniel isn't ready to give himself away like that.

"Like this Max. It's better." Daniel insists, grinding hips hips into the mattress below him, attempting to dispel that sinking feeling in his gut.

Him and Scotty had never done it face to face. The closest they'd gotten was in front of a mirror, watching. They'd only kissed once. A drunken accident in a lift, both of them towing the line of danger. Daniel did it to protect himself; Scotty did it because--he'll never know.

But Max, Max is doing it because -- Max tells him over dinner that he likes where this is going. Max looks at him fondly whenever he comes over and the cats act less scared of him every time. Max texts him when Alpha Tauri post a photo of him walking into the paddock, tells Daniel that he likes his outfit, or that he thinks he's handsome, or that it is a good picture.

Max tells him all this stuff because they're building the foundations of something. But here, now, Daniel-- he can't. He nestles his head further into the crook of his arm, breathes deep, in through his nose, deep down into his lungs, out through his mouth, and just lets Max map his back with kisses as he presses in, deep. Daniel concentrates on Max's breathing, his stuttering moans, lets himself feel it all. He grimaces when Max talks, says "you feel so good Daniel" or "made for me". When Max burrows his hand between Daniel and the mattress and tugs on Daniel's dick, it's over embarrassingly fast; but it's good. It's good. He's sated.

The second time, it's slightly easier. They had survived the first time, Max kissed behind his ear softly, then his cheek, before capturing his lips, had left Daniel for mere minutes before coming back with a hot flannel, wiping him clean, before crawling under the covers with him.

After Daniel and Scotty had fucked the first time, Scotty had slapped Daniel's arse, hard, said "fuck, that was good mate, we should do that again sometime" and left immediately, not even bothering to pull the duvet back over Daniel.

Daniel still can't look at Max, fearful of what he'll see, scared of what he'll feel, but the second time, he lets himself listen to the words Max says, lets them wash over him, repeats them to himself in his head like positive mantras. Good boy, so tight, perfect.

The third time, Daniel lets Max put him on his back. The two glasses of red wine at dinner help with Daniel's confidence, but more than anything, Daniel knows now that Max will look after him.

Daniel swallows thickly around nothing and curses himself for denying himself Max like this for so long. Tendrils of blonde hair everywhere, strong muscular arms holding himself up, bright blue eyes looking at Daniel like he's in--, the brightest smile directed pointedly at Daniel.

"There you are." Max says jokingly. Daniel can't say anything, can only hoist himself upwards and capture Max's mouth, pulling him back down with him so he can feel that unrelenting pressure once more. He wraps his legs tight around Max, pushing and pulling. When Max finally pushes in, a slow relenting slide, masked behind Max kissing his jaw, his neck, his lips, Daniel doesn't hide.

He lets his back arch off the bed, lets moan after moan spill out his lips, scrapes his chipped nails down Max's back. Runs his hands through Max's hair, down over his back, soothing over the marks he's already left there, hands splayed over his arse cheeks, massaging them, pushing him closer and closer, deeper and deeper into Daniel.

He hates that he's denied himself this for so long. A Max like this who wholeheartedly gives himself to Daniel.

He thought maybe, once, during the whole mess of it all, that he was in love with Scotty. Daniel thought that maybe, when other people flirted with him and he politely declined their numbers, it was because he was harbouring feelings for Scotty. As he lays here now, under Max, staring at his beauty and strength before him, the thudding in his chest is new and exciting, and it won't go away and this time--he knows he didn't love Scotty.

Daniel has faith this time. That this is right. This is good.

"I love you," Daniel says. He hates the timing, hates that it's now mid-fuck, when Max has done so much more for him than simply fuck him well.

Max stills, pauses, and stares right at Daniel. His blue eyes water and Daniel moves quick, raising his arm to swipe underneath Max's eye, stopping the tears before they even begin to fall. He doesn't ever want to see Max cry. Max laughs. Big and bold, face lit up with it, no emotion hiding at all.

"I love you Daniel." He says back. "I love you." He repeats against Daniel's lips as he moves to kiss him again.

On the third time, they both cry.

#dr #mv #sj #maxiel #my writing #idk #maybe actually i dont really hate this one #that might change in an hour

[umboocowju]

When a young demon emperor finds a pretty, sad and icy doll under the moonlight, he can do nothing but fall in love 🌕

What happens when Shen Jiu decides he had enough of all the people around him and fakes his death? And what would he do if found by Tianlang-jun when he has nowhere to go and nothing to push him forward?

I had this idea out of nowhere, in which disciple!sj gets so pissed after the well mission, and he is also so so tired of everything for a while now, he decides to just... go away.

He doesn't even wait for lqg or sqh, doesn't even care about taking the carriage back to cqm, he just hops on xiu ya and flies as fast as he can while dealing with how hurt he is.

No one would care if he left, right? It isn't like yqy would miss him, he would be so happy to not have to deal with his dirty past and never ending guilt. Qi-ge is already dead after all, and Qi-ge was everything he had.

He also knew not one of his martial siblings would care either. Without him there, they wouldn't have to deal with his moods, or rumors about his lechery, dirty tricks... They would also be happier. So, no one is losing anything if he doesn't return, right?

[cw: self-harm and how sj fakes his death] Sj finds a river. He takes off his robes, as if about to take a bath and leave them properly folded, as he'd do usually.

He gets in the river, and instead of taking a bath, he lets the water carry him. He cuts a bit of his hair, and let them tangled on some logs. He uses his nails to leave scratches on the river banks, as if he fought to get back to dry land, leaving broken pieces of them there.

They would say that he was probably on the verge of a qi deviation. Maybe he was too tired or had his cultivation blocked somehow... Or maybe they would just say that he was too weak. The story would go and tell that he was bathing when attacked. That he fought for his life.

They would see the desperate marks of him trying to keep himself alive. They would see the marks of his sword, his nails, the presence of his hair, his disturbed qi and his blood. They would know, then, that he was devored, with no body to find, to bury.

With his arm bleeding, a cut made by himself, and his body hurting because of his actions, he contemplates what to do with his beloved sword. Would he need to break her? Leave her shards to prove he was dead?

And it is then that he notices the presence of another, and his eyes find those of a demon. Maybe faking his death wasn't needed after all.

(dumbass thought he'd be killed and instead gets a demon to pamper him and call him pet names, mostly doll because oh he is so pretty and inhuman it doesn't make no sense for him to be anything but a piece of art---)

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #scumbag system #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #tianjiu #tianlang jun #art #and text too #kinda wanna continue writing about this right now ghnrhnrh #tlj would love sj cold demeanor and bitting tongue and no one can prove me otherwise #sj is moved by spite and tlj loves it #oh yeah wait lemme #blood #nudity #yeah now i think everything is properly tagged #anyways #yeah gay #umboosfancontent #umboos art #boostianjiu