#mneme fic

[mnemehoshiko]

snippet for sunday (x-posted from DW)

(mneme, it’s not sunday where--/shhhhhhh, what clock doesn’t know, the clock don’t mind~~~)

(unbeta'd inspired by a convo with @acequeenking so uhhhh this is her fault so direct all gnashing of teeth in her direction)

(this is uhhhhhh looks down at notes post-outro? yes. i think its then)

untitled (drabble-ish)

rated: t for tears

warnings: dub-con sexual encounter is referenced but not enacted? it's doesn't count #true dub-con but just in case

this is not her body upon his sheets-- he remembers her pulling him down upon her on the rich dark earth, he offers her his chiton and she laughs saying "i want nothing between us or our kingdom

her eyes-- she's given him many looks; spite, love, hatred, but not fear. never eyes filled with fear

her scent-- she smells of life, and of the sun, and of the rich soil freshly tilled. This woman smells of death.

Hades brushes a tear from this woman--this not-Persephone-- face. looks upon eyes filled with fear but determined to endure. he knows what it's like to endure.

he doesn't want this.

he never wanted this.

he rolls off of her, slowly buttoning his shirt-- stars above, he didn't even give her the dignity of taking off his clothes. Just dragging her to his bed as if he was one of his brothers. Interested in solely rutting anyone who breathes in their direction.

a soft shuffle. "Mister--I mean, my lord--," she starts.

he lets out a sigh, long and low, and turns back to her. "I've made a horrible mistake, and I think you have too."

[mnemehoshiko]

Prompt - “Heart”

(unbeta’d pls forgive)

She remembers that others of her kind said that the ichor of life tasted the sweetest from the leg. Just sinking into the femoral artery between the thigh and groin, slowly sipping the Force from their heart was the greatest ecstasy. Rey had never tried it. Too close. Too intimate. Just too <i>everything</i>. Better to slink up behind someone silently. They say not to eat and run but running was all that Rey knew.

Til now.

She takes in the form on the bed.

"Are you ready?" she asks.

A nod.

She sinks her teeth into Ben's thigh and drinks.

[mnemehoshiko]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: M (but like barely)

Summary:  UPLOADED VIDEO: 'two humanoids engaging in sexual mating intercourse rituals'

Overly Honest Summary: This is the RFFA discord’s fault but primarily @kylorenvevo, @mollymatterrs, and @valsansretour in particular. So like GO BLAME THEM. This was previously published on my tumblr and then I cleaned it up and @voicedimplosives kindly made it fit for wider consumption. 

[mnemehoshiko]

Love Bites Week 2 Drabble

Prompt: Red (Bonus: SEQUEL TO LAST WEEKS PROMPT)

Rating: M or like lime on the verge of lemon. WITH BONUS OEDIPAL THEMES~~~

Ben wakes to his second birth much like his first. Between the thighs of a woman with a heartbeat drumming in his ears. Huh, he never thought Children of the Force had one. Yet, another lied his, now deceased, master told.

He breath. Filling his-- not dead, but not quite living lungs with the warm fragrance of Rey's red flushed cunt hovering above his face.

He breathes out, causing the thighs above him to shift.

He pulls at his bonds. Chains, snapping as if they were paper.

He grasps her waist forcing Rey to sit upon his face.

Ben feasts.

[mnemehoshiko]

Would you ever write a octopus!Rey au?

“1) this is unbeta’d and would make my beta cry upon reading it.

2) i...thought way Too Hard On This

3) this is getting Too Long so Lets Call This Part One-Half

4) I am so so sorry did I mentioned unbeta’d

In spite of the obvious emotional connection between them, figuring out the more...physical aspects was a challenge. An interesting challenge, mind you, but a challenge none of the less.

Luckily, Rey unlike her wonderful new mate--her! a mere octopus-maid! Not even one of the royal aquarans, Has a mate!! A Cute One!! she can hardly believe her fortune--was prone, to what was that word again for humans chromatophores malfunctioning, ah yes, blush whenever they discussed the more intimate bits of coupling. 

Ben, or Kylo as he was known upon in ship, was obviously interested. They had kissed before, multiple times. His slightly thicker mouth tentacle intertwining with hers and then moving along the line of her neck felt wonderful. And when ever he rubbed it around her nipples, she almost lost control of her own chromtaphores.  

(Well, not almost. There was one time when she just couldn’t control herself and her normal dull tan tentacles turned a bright purple that just wouldn’t go away quickly enough and Finn made fun of her for a week. Stupid shark.)

But something was missing. She knew something was missing. She had heard all the lewd songs above sea and below. 

So she went to the human, well former human, she knew best.

“You want to what with who,” Finn hissed as they floated amongst the reef as Rose was off hunting. 

Rey sighed.

“I said, I want to know how to mate, Ben,” she said, her tentacles absentmindedly fixing various things in Finn and Rose’s small garden.

“Let me get this straight, you want me. To tell you. How to fuck Kylo Ren. The same Kylo Ren that was going to set the ocean on FLAMES.”

“He didn’t really mean it and he knows better know. Also, they call it fucking above the water? That explains so much--,” 

“No!! It doesn’t just mean..’mating’,” at this point Finn was curling two fingers on each hand at the word mating. “It’s...more of like...a broad...curse word.”

At this point, Rose swam back with a net full of mussels and clams. 

“Fucking is the as pearling, Rey,” she said stopping briefly to kiss Finn hello before she swam into their private reef.

“Oh.”

Finn blinked. “You call it pearling.”

“Yes?”

Finn shook his head at this point and sighed.

“Anyway, why don’t you just ask just ask his highness?”

At this Rey felt her chromatophores flush slightly. “Because, I...want to know something. I don’t want to be this destiny aligned mate, I want him to like IT because I know what I’m doing not because some celestial force wants us to be together...,” she finished softly.

Then something fell on her head.

“OW, TRITONS HELL,” Rey exclaimed rubbing her skull, as the closest tentacle grabbed the offending object. 

It was a book.

Rose floated down. “Since my mate isn’t giving you direct answers, I will. Mating is different for everyone but to get the basics for human mating, this book is good for that. It has pictures.”

“Rose that’s--,”

“Thank you,” Rey said brightly, clutching the book to her chest. “I’ll give it back--,”

“Don’t worry I’ve memorized it.”

[mnemehoshiko]

@reylo-au week: day 6 » crossover

A snippet from the CURRENTLY untitled Ace Attorney reylo AU, idea courtesy of @kuresoto

Content Warning: Blood, disturbing imagery

There's blood...everywhere. He knew that the human body carried X liters of blood within an adult male but to see one's lifesource seeping into the tiles. Splattered against the walls. Coating her hands-- oh god, her.

She didn't do this. The scene he's viewing would claim otherwise. Hell, any sane court would claim otherwise but this was not her.

The blood is rising. He needs to get to her. She's crying desperately trying to cover fresh-corpse's wounds with her small red stained hands. He needs to get closer to her but he's getting farther away. The blood is to his knees now.

How does one bleed so much?

The scent of iron fills his nostrils. It reeks of death and lost promises. The cries continue. They're getting softer now. So faint. So far.

Please wait. I'm almost there. Don't worry, I won't let them take you. I won't let you be corrupted by this crime.

He's swimming in blood now.  His clothes are heavy, weighed down by blood and... chains.  He feel the still warm crimson fluid wrap about his limbs. He's being pulled back.

There's a shadow.

Heavy, thick, and dark rising from the crimson waves. It's heading towards her.

No.

Not like this.

Please no.

"OI! Twisted Prince, you have a visitor," a man-- both mercifully and cruelly rips him out of his eternal nightmare with his voice.

There's no more red. Everything is grey again. Gray walls. Gray bed. Gray floor. Gray cold chains. There's a dull metallic clinking sound echoing in the hallways gradually coming closer. Clink. Clink. Clink.

There's a grating beep and then a man-- or what masquerades as a man-- comes into view.  His visage is wan and cavernous with part of his skull caved in and the resulting skin pulled tightly across the bones of his face. It's a face of the man, he's sold his soul to.

"Are you ready to play, Kylo Ren?" the man asks.

Kylo Ren says nothing.

[mnemehoshiko]

Reylo prompt: Kylo treating a wound on Rey

Author notes: uhhhh so like NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED BUT IT’S STILL IN THE HURT/COMFORT REALM OF THINGS??

She’s cold. That’s the first thing he senses when the bond chooses to come alive between them. And then the pain.

Dull and throbbing.

A moment and then she senses him as well.

Silence but surprisingly calm.

The pain is still there.

“You’re injured,” he says finally seeing her form come into view. She’s curled up in one of the bunks of that ship beneath a pile of blankets.

“Go away, Ben.”

“You ache.”

“And your presence is making it worse. Leave me alone.”

That odd dull throbbing bleeds into the bond again as she speaks. This time more focused. Clearer. Lower.

Oh.

He steps closer to her bundled form and sits down gingerly at the edge of it.

The Force seems to be in a generous mood for once and the mattress gives slightly beneath his frame.

The bundle shifts to face him.

Rey looks exhausted.

“I thought I told you to leave,” she grumbles.

“Is it–,” he waves a hand towards what he hopes are her thighs. “Always like this?”

She grimaces.

“I don’t know. I never had them long enough to judge— back then.”

He shifts, leaning back against the wall of the bunk, and pulls the bundle of blankets into his arms.

“What the–”

“ My…father,” he says softly as if voicing an unused memory. “He used to do this with my mother. Said the warmth of another helped sometimes.”

A beat.

“Your gloves are cold.”

He chuckles.

“I didn’t wish to presume,” he says as he strips off his gloves and returns to encircling Rey’s form, rubbing her back with his bare palms.

She sighs.

“I’m still angry at you,” she says. Her voice muffled against his chest.

“I know.”

[mnemehoshiko]

How about Finnrose + stargazing?

uhhhhh i probably messed up the tense 344234 different ways and i’m not perfectly happy with this but WE TRIED?

“Which one is that?” Finn asks pointing up towards the starlit night sky of Kashyyyk. Rose shifts slightly, her eyes following the length of his-- bare!-- arm to the small cluster of stars in the distance. 

“That one? It’s the silly rabbit--hey!” She squeals in response to Finn poking her in the side. “You asked!”

“It was an honest question!”

“I gave an honest answer!”

“You’re telling me,” Finn gestures to the wide expanse of the sky. “That of all the names in the galaxy, that random asterism--”

“Only you would use such an pretentious technical term-- stop poking me!”

“-- and only you would recognize that term. As I was saying, of all the names in the galaxy you’re saying that,” he points to the extensively-debated cluster of stars. “Is called ‘Silly Rabbit’?”

“Yes?”

A beat.

“There’s a whole story and everything.”“Really, now.”

“Yes,” Rose’s voice is softer now. “Our father use to tell Paige and me stories about the stars in our living pod. When the First Order came and blotted out the sky, those stories were the only things that kept us sane some days.” 

Finn’s arms come around her shoulders pulling her into his warm solid frame. He twines her fingers with his.

“Tell me the stories.”And she does.