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til' death do us part - part 1 | minatozaki sana
summary: sana minatozaki walks right into your life with a marriage license.
pairing: heiress!sana x reader
themes: arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex
wc: 5.0k
(series masterlist)
"the minatozaki's are waiting." you stare at the contract in front of you, frustrated at the idea of the family visiting. they sent the contract to you two weeks ago, and you knew that they were expecting a response, as in a signature. but here lays the contract on your coffee table, left to collect dust.
"let them in." you sit up from the couch, adjusting your shirt. you watch the maid let them in, timed steps in the long marble hallway. you hear their presence before you see them. then you see the matriarch of the minatozaki family step into the room. her head held high and proper, like a leader.
she reminds you of your own mother: the sharp tongue, quick judgements, and inability to let go of grudges.
then walks in sana minatozaki, the only heiress of the minatozaki group. she is not a stranger at all, but you havent decided if she is a friend or foe. when you were both younger, annual balls were centered around her. she always took those events in stride, while you enjoyed sticking by your mother's side.
you often remember watching sana dancing with anyone who would ask her; even from afar, you knew she was someone that everyone awed at. they treated her attention like a prize worth attaining.
"hello mrs. minatozaki and ms. minatozaki, please have a seat." you direct them to sit on the opposing couch. "how may i help you?"
they both get situated while you sit by yourself, feeling the weight of the minatozaki power firsthand. you watch your staff rushing to present them with tea, only for the two to dismiss them quickly.
"yes, we sent over a contract earlier last week, please sign it." the matriach points at the contract on your table.
"yes well, it is a marriage contract, a legally binding one. i need time to think it through."
"what is there to think through? you get to marry into the minatozaki group, and solidify your business with the backings of our family, i see no reason that it's empty now."
you frown at that, those were the exact words your own father told you over the phone, you called him immediately after receiving the contract, he told you the same exact thing, ending the call immediately after.
you dont disagree with the benefits, you would just rather marry someone else. someone that you could be in love with, not sana minatozaki.
"mrs. minatozaki, as much as i understand the power and backing of your family. i am rather old-fashioned. i only believe in marriage out of love." you nod solemnly to the older woman.
she lets out a trained laugh and holds her daughter's hands like they're her prize and tool. "love? you don't think that you could love my daughter?"
"mrs. minatozaki, i didn't mean it in that way-"
"so, what way did you mean it? my daughter sana," you say, watching as her daughter stands up from the couch, tall and proud, just like her mother, and smiling at you in that coy smile. "she has a line of suitors far longer than you could imagine; you should reconsider."
"mrs. minatozaki' please if i may-"
she holds her palm up, completely stopping you from speaking. "enough. here's what we're going to do: a three-month commitment. truly court my daughter for three months, and if you can honestly tell me you aren't in love with her, then i won't bother you with this matter for any longer."
"mrs. minatozaki, i think this is a completely archaic idea!" you exclaim, shocked to hear her say these plans. how quick she is to decide for her daughter's life.
"watch your tone. do not forget that your mother and I are well acquainted." she points her finger at you, and in a split second, she's back to that trained smile that is always so unnerving and threatening.
"i'm very sorry mrs. mintatozaki, please forgive my rudeness." you bow deeply at the woman. you return to your trained demeanor, letting mrs. minatozaki run your life for the next three months. who knows what she'll say to your mother if you decline?
both women get up promptly at the matriarch's signal, and you rush to walk them out of the manor. their resounding footsteps echo through the halls. the matriarch continues speaking of the three months of "dating," and you nod at every word in appeasement.
you assist them into their car, and soon they speed away from your manor. leaving you frustrated in your own driveway. by the time the sun has set, you finally return to your room.
--
the thought doesn't bother you anymore, while you were nervous at the idea of the minatozaki's pressing you on this marriage, you had gotten way too swamped with work.
in a week's time since the visit, you were giving a big presentation to shareholders and clientele. countless nights spent languidly going through the motions of collecting data for infographics and reports to extrapolate data. all part of your stressful day job.
a job that you take pride in, to take over the family business. dedicating years of your life to build the rapport needed for your father to put the company in your name.
you begin to wrap up on your final slide, indicating the prosperous quarter that your company has been seeing. beautiful graphics that display profit margins through the roofs. in every chair of that conference room sat a wide smile at your future projections.
"we expect to see a projection of 33% from our previous annual profits, along with more assets, and with the likes of a possible acquisition, this company will continue to flourish. thank you all for today." you conclude your presentation and smile to the many shareholders. they all stand and applaud you; you take a deep bow and shake hands.
the shareholders hound you, all gathered around in suits that costed more than the average house. they only bowed to the sound of money dropping into their pockets. so they push you, push your boundaries of how much you'll let them take.
mr. seki has always been the most persistent, asking for more money than he knew how to spend. so he stands before you, eyes twinkling and his grubby hands rubbing together like he found a gold mine.
you listen to him speak of the golden days with your father, business had little to regulations, making money was easier than breathing, but now he breaths down your neck for bonuses. the words travel in one ear and out the other, he forgets that you were a young child listening in to his discussions with your father.
before you know it, you hear that sharp clicking sound, the sound of sharp hard rubber hitting the tiled floor, you hear heels. short confident steps of a woman, and then you see it through the frosted glass, a womanly figure.
she's walking right into the conference room. then you notice the details: long brunette hair in waves, branded sunglasses atop her nose, a light pink suit adorned with blinding diamonds. behind her are bodyguards that tower over everyone. everyone's conversation stops at the sight of her, she stops right in front of you.
eyes strong and daring, she slips off her glasses and you recognize her, the woman of all your friend's dreams: sana minatozaki. more confident than ever, not being guided by her mother, she smiles that smile that you know your friends swoon over. delicate fingers slip off her glasses as she hands them to her assistant. eyes still focused on yours.
then she does it, grabs ahold of your tie, and slams her lips against yours. and you can hear it faintly, the sound of the shareholders all gasping, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. the searing kiss lasts so long, like a time loop. when she pulls back, you gasp for air, choking and doubling over coughing like you inhaled chili powder. all your presentation material spilling on the ground.
"sorry to cut the festivities short, gentlemen." she bows lightly, an amused smile underlying her sarcasm. "my fiancé and i have things to attend to, i'm sure you know how demanding your wife can be". she giggles at that, letting them all nod, and disperse.
"fiancé?" you cough out, still catching your breath. sana grabs ahold of your hand and drags you out the conference room, and out to the elevators. you watch her two bodyguards at your feet, ready to intervene with broad and thick builds.
they remind you much of your father's bodyguards. but you never wanted them because it just felt so unnatural to be followed by men who protected you.
sana stands before the elevator, and without missing a beat walks in, at the sound of the door opening. you get pulled by the two bodygaurds into the box. now you stand next to a smirking sana and two men who could break your spine ten times over.
you exit into the lobby, all the staff rising to their feet at the sight of you and miss minatozaki. greeting you all, as you rush to follow after sana. you have a sinking feeling if you don't that those two men behind you are going to toss you right into the ocean. right outside of the lobby, is the sight of the signature black marked sedan. a true sign of a minatozaki. like the fortress of a family, this car is far than capable of withstanding a nuke, how true this statement is? you never want to know.
sana is quick to sit herself inside, being guided by her chaffeur. you nod to him before sitting inside, seperated by the middle seat. the door closes and suddenly you feel claustrophobic.
the last time you spoke to sana was years ago, back in law school, you never did like her clique but they were everywhere. so you have interacted with her through case studies and presentations, steering clear of the intimidating minatozaki group. so much for avoiding them, now you're stuck in a car with the exact person you were avoiding all your life.
"mother is furious." she comments, grabbing her heels off her feet, tucking them into a compartment. you stare at her for a while, confused with what she means. "well?"
"miss minatozaki, i thin-"
"sana. just sana please." she corrects you.
"miss sana, please, you cannot barge into my shareholder meetings and attack me like that. that was unacceptable on all levels." you continue. loosening the tie that felt like it was choking you when she grabbed it. you slip it off your neck and into your pocket.
"i thought mother made it clear her expectations. you sign that marriage license, and we're good." she continues to correct you, disregarding your frustrations.
"sana. i apologize but i have been swamped with work, i cannot even begin to think about marriage." you complain.
"work? you marry into the minatozaki group and you'll never lift a finger. those infographics you put together were cute, but the minatozaki's never put themselves through work they can pass off to others. marry in, and we'll find a suitable ceo the second you say so." she is everything you stand against, a figurehead as the ceo is the last thing you want for your budding company.
"i think you are mistaken, miss sana. this company is me, i am this company, that will not change if i marry into the minatozaki group." you don't waver for a second, conviction running through your blood.
she smiles at that, "you are one of those. the ones that are married to their work before anything else." she takes a second to contemplate this thought, what would you bring to the minatozaki group? profit, drama, not a headache that's for sure.
"i'm going to let you in on a secret," she leans her head towards you. "like how you are married to your work, i am married to wealth. doesn't matter if you have a million mistresses, or a thousand bastard babys. as long as you don't smear the minatozaki name, you will fit right in."
"i do not think so miss sana. the minatozaki's are adamant about blood purity, they don't let bastards live." you explain. she smirks at that, you've clearly done your research about the minatozaki clan. "miss sana, please, me marrying into your family would not beneficial to you. i am too concerned with my own self to be a pawn for your clan." you finish, hoping they will let this issue to rest.
"you seem to know a lot about our family for someone who isn't interested marrying in." her eyebrow shoots up and with the snap of a finger, the bodyguard hands her a manila folder through the slit of the window.
"once again, we urge you to sign this. i hope we become lifelong partners, fiancé." she winks and steps out of the car. speaking to the chauffeur, and soon you're being driven by the minatozaki car, another car ready for sana in an instant.
now you're left with a manila folder, weighing heavier than anything else in the world. when you are sit in your armchair with the manila folder, nursing a nice drink to unwind, you finally untie the manila folder. opening the contents, you find the same contract on your coffee table. signed with sana's signature in the bottom, and another paper.
in a written letter from your own father, you nearly crumple the paper in your own hand. the clauses of placing your company in the hands of your father, all shareholder signatures at the bottom. indicating the removal of power. in another line it reads in big bold letters, date sana for three months or your company will be absorbed by your father.
you call up your father.
"father, this is ridiculous, you cannot do this to my company. why are you meddling now?"
"you insolent child, given the opportunity to grow your business, you choose instead to be selfish? i present to you the opportunity of a lifetime: marriage into the minatozaki group. and i've been told you're pushing their patience." his deep voice rumbles into the phone. "my final words are these: you want your company so bad, prove that you are committed to the minatozakis, then i will transfer the power back." he firmly states.
"i don't even have the time, father. my schedule is busy with the new year and final changes with new clientele."
"i've already spoken to your assistant, all work for you the next three months have been transferred to my coo. he will take over for the time being, i trust him to run my own company, so don't you go spouting nonsense about his credibility." you bite your tongue at the sight. how dare your father meddle in your company? one that you built up with your own hands. the only piece of yourself that wasn't controlled by your father.
"do not forget who raised you. i can take everything away." his voice booms through the speakers. he ends the phone call there. and you throw that phone like a baseball, shattering the device into pieces.
--
so you do date sana for three months, finding it absolutely absurd in the beginning. often visiting her wherever she traveled. when she was busy, you would send out bouquets in your absence. you tried your best to date her, devoting time to getting to know her better. she's like you remembered when you were younger, loud rambunctious and had an eye for all things expensive. you spent trips all over the globe within those three months.
it's a strange feeling. letting yourself rest, you can't remember the last time you went on a vacation other than in law school. here you are, lying in a lounge chair on a private beach in santorini. drinking mai tais while you stare into the horizon. confused with your own life right now.
it should've been the merger. you get antsy just at the idea of your father's coo leading the merger, but what can you do. that company is not "yours" right now. while you are trying to enjoy the sight of the bright sun and clear waters, you watch out of the corner of your eye as sana flirts openly with a resort worker.
hand on his bicep, leaning in to show more cleavage, all the while keeping a sultry smile on her face. you're done letting your life be decided for you. you walk over.
"hi honey, how is it going?" you smile towards her, leaning in for a quick kiss. holding her neck in place, as you watch the man walk away. you let her go.
"jealous?" she smirks.
"no. i need answers." you sit down in front of her. "why me?"
"what do you mean why me?" she sips on her cosmopolitan, not provoked by the question.
"why marry me? my father is well known, but we are not a conglomerate group, why do you wish to marry me? i provide nothing to the minatozaki group, it doesn't make sense. there's the watanabe clan, the abe clan, the ito clan. i really don't understand why my family."
"it's not your father or his companies, it's you." she points at you. still sipping her drink. she doesn't skip a beat, no hesitation in her words.
"i hold no power on the world stage, you would be well off marrying any clan." you try reasoning with her, beyond perplexed on why she chose you.
"the watanabe clan are dirty: plagued with dirty lust, the abe clan are ruthless killers, the ito clan has been known to kill their woman. so tell me, how much better off i will be marrying them?" she continues. face hardened.
"i see...they are not as great as their name." you stare at her. less perplexed but definitely confused.
"we all grew up together, all the heirs, i know them better than they know themselves. and i do not like what i see. but you and i didn't speak to each other." she signals for another cosmopolitan, thanking the staff member and digging through her bag. pulling out photos of you two when you were children at the annual balls.
"you are worlds better than all of them combined. i could see it in the way you never vied for my attention. they all were intact dogs, hoping to hump something by the end of the night."
"sorry for the assumptions," you offer. the way she looks away from you, watching the ocean. and letting out a long and heavy sigh. she tucks the photos away. "so, marriage out of convenience? is that all this is?"
"yes." she nods.
you grab the contract from your bag, signing it in front of her. and then placing it in her hands, "to a happy marriage sana minatozaki, i hope you can handle my snoring." you laugh.
she grins at the contract, and tucks it into her bag. "then i hope you can handle my kicking. you groan jokingly and laugh loudly, her joining you.
--
minatozaki weddings were no joke. halls lined with marble pillars with gold accents. dishes made out of the finest and purest porecelin. waiters dressed in their finest, not a single hair out of place. global leaders and their children attending, even if they had no ties to the minatozaki.
the grandiose hall with beautiful mirrors dating centuries ago. recovered artifacts from the edo period, adorning the shelves. the giant minatozaki family crest on the back wall. with long tables lined with wedding gifts. you stand next to sana as the reception procession continues into the night. many notable figures congratulating the marriage. as well as the intricate gifts being handed off to you. each gift being placed and documented by the minatozaki security team.
the minatozakis look happy, wearing traditional kimonos and inviting all the guests to talk about their daughters marriage.
even though the place is filled with laughter and happiness, you can't help but feel like you just entered a loveless marriage. where you are destined to avoid sana, she smiles at everyone, showering in the attention, while you can't wait to get back to work.
--
you had explained to sana you wanted a quiet honeymoon, one that was peaceful and relaxing. so you both went puglia, to enjoy the rich Italian culture and the beautiful greens and blues of the water.
sana spent nearly ever second of the day buying herself clothes while enjoying pestering you. often times dragging you along to carry her bags, and be at her beck and call. she calls it "conditioning for a happy marriage." you had rolled your eyes when you heard it, but you wanted a happy marriage too so you complied.
now you stand in the middle of puglia, taking photos of sana, at her request. for the third time that day.
"how many photos do you need sana?"
"as many as i want. stop talking, more clicking!" you get back to taking photos and letting her enjoy the scenery. it's quite nice being with sana, she may be a bit high maintenance, but she doesn' t overstep when it comes to your boundaries. letting you enjoy your own alone time and venturing through the city alone.
sometimes you bring back flowers or a small gift to her, all of which she happily enjoys with a warm smile.
--
after the honeymoon, its back to the real world. in which your father happily returned the company back to you. the merger had been successful, but you're still catching up on paperwork that only you could sign. in the coming months, sana has moved in.
living together has become a routine. when she moved into your manor, she claimed it was a nice change from her home. you were confused because her house was far more amenities, but you let her move in.
so, every morning and night, you spend time with her, sleeping in the same bed, drinking the same coffee, and sitting at the same dining table. you don't share more than a few words with her, but her presence has become a nice addition to your life.
she's made herself comfortable, her makeup products all lining your sink, heels filling the floor of the closet. her closet so big that she ordered construction to build her own walk-in.
often times you see her out lounging in the sun room doing yoga or pilates. or when she's in a good mood, she'll join you in your study room to do work herself.
she goes out at night frequently, so you make it a habit to stay up until she gets home. you know she's protected and safe with her trained bodyguards and chauffeur.
it just brings you a sense of comfort to bring her inside in case she's unwell. some nights she gets home with love bites all over her body, other nights she comes home drunk falling into your arms. you never comment on it.
she comments on your life first.
"do you...have someone special in your life?" she asks with a glass of wine in hand. you look up from your table, eyeing her in the doorframe.
"no, i'm married to my job." you look back at the work laid out for you, pushing glasses back up the bridge of your nose.
"have you slept with a woman before?" you stop your work, putting the pen down.
"sana, are we asking about each other's sex lives now?"
"well i can be curious, cant i? you always look so proper." she walks in to sit by you.
"well, yes in the past i have." you comment, a little thrown off with the line of questions. she nods her head and gives you her wine, you sip it and place it on the desk. "why do you ask?"
"we've never consummated our marriage, don't you think it's time?" she leans over, eyeing the work on your paper.
"what happened to marriage out of convenience?"
"marriage out of convenience could mean we're sex partners out of convenience," she smirks. she stands up, pushing the paper off to the side. you raise your eyebrow, trying to get her to stop messing with your work.
"sana."
"yes?" she takes the glasses off your face. a coy smile on her lips.
"we don't have to do this."
"i want to. do you?" she stands in your way, eyes trained on yours. a playful smile on her face. you get up to set your mind straight, no way were you sleeping with your non-wife.
"sana, please, you must be drunk." you walk past her, calling out to staff. "hi, could you please assist sana to bed." sana scoffs at you, flipping you off and pushing past the maid.
you return to your desk, eyebrows pushed together and a headache forming. but you can feel that spike in your stomach, you're sexually frustrated.
--
you've been actively avoiding being too close with sana. whenever she circles around, you scoot further away. opting for open spaces where she won't make sexual advances. rejecting her isn't fun either, she gets all pouty about it, but the way she makes you feel lately, has been dangerous. so you try your best to exercise restraint.
in the coming weeks it's harder and harder. some days she visits with your dress shirts tucked into a pencil skirt. walking in like a wet dream into your office. you will yourself to have self control but you can feel it slipping. the way you want to grab her, feel her skin under your fingertips, wanting to wrap around her.
today she manages to get under your skin. "darling, you must be so tired." she slides behind you. and starts massaging your shoulders, pressing the knots away.
you let her, feeling the tension release from your shoulders. her hands move expertly, and soon you feel more relaxed than ever. her hands begin to wander, sliding over your torso and frame. you turn to look at her, playful eyes staring back at you. you pull her into your lap, grabbing her neck for a kiss.
"i think it would be rather impolite of me to have our first time here in my office. maybe later?" you offer, playing with her pencil skirt.
"i don't care where we do it, as long as we do it now." she smirks and plays with your hair. you pull her up and place her atop your desk. walking quickly to close the door and drop the blinds.
she laughs when push her back, back hitting the desk, and then you lean over her. giving her a long kiss, before sliding your hands up her legs.
"come take what yours." she grins. you begin unbuttoning her shirt, hands trailing down until they reach her hips.
you kiss her fervently, moving towards her like a magnet. "yes miss minatozaki."
--
you might have to label yourself a sex addict, maybe a sana minatozaki addict actually. after sleeping with sana, you can't keep your hands off of her. often messaging her and taking days off to be around her.
it's unlike you, so unfocused and nonchalant about work. but you can't help it, sana feels like a drug and you need your supply. so here you are in your study, trying to clean up the smell of sex before your mother-in-law arrives. sana's an absolute vixen and trying to coax you into another round, but you know at any second her mother will walk into the house like its her own.
you spray a scent over top of the room urgently before closing the door behind you. a clingy sana kissing you deeply, trying so very hard to get you in bed with her.
"sana, no. your mother will be here any second." you force yourself to be the bad guy, pulling her arms off of you. to which she flicks your forehead.
"sana!" the sound of her voice booming like it's through a speakerphone. sana immediately tenses up, posture straight like a board.
"hi mother."
"glad to see you still recognize me." her mother chastises her. you watch the two woman, and you stay quiet. letting sana speak to her mother in a hushed tone, while you stand nearby.
it's hard to get a gauge on sana's mother, she's fierce and demanding. you also can't tell if she likes you, she keeps her distance. but you also can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. oftentimes she shows up requesting your presence at her events. but you play the part well as much as you can.
the older woman walks towards your living room, where she was months ago, and requesting you to marry her daughter. now she moves around your home like it's her own.
"now that you two have been happily married, it's important to discuss the next step." she starts. "we need heirs, multiple."
you and sana look at each other in horror.
"sana was the only heir in her generation of minatozaki's, i need you two to produce more than a single heir. to protect the minatozaki clan." she states firmly.
you groan into your hands, horrified at the conversation. and for the first time you see the matriach smile as she shows off photos of sana as a baby, cute as a button.
it does make you wonder about having a little sana running around, so you take the conversation topic in stride. letting the matriarch discuss traditions, schooling, extracurriculars and education to maintain the minatozaki standard.
sana is horrified to hear all this from her mother, but when she leaves, a light bulb turns on in her brain. then she smiles at you in that knowing smile.
"honey, come on, you heard my mother. we have to produce heirs. you know what that means?" then she wiggles her eyebrows as she drags you upstairs.
and you let her.
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a/n: sana, sana, sana. she's been plaguing my mind recently. hope you enjoyed, proofreading is difficult work so i didn't do it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!
#sana#twice#twice sana#sana twice#sana minatozaki#minatozaki sana#sana x reader#sana x you#kpop imagines#twice x reader#twice x you#neoplatinum
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gale's early access dialogue transcripts - part 2 a: the deer stew scene
in early access, gale had two additional major scenes: the deer stew scene and the loss scene, both of which would happen during a long rest at camp.
the scenes in early access usually happened in this order:
-1: first night long rest scene (still in the final game)
-2: mirror image scene (still in the final game)
-3: deer stew scene (cut content / partially reused in act i)
-4: weave scene (still in the final game)
-5: loss scene (cut content)
-6: tiefling party scene (ea version cut / partially reused in act ii last night alive scene)
the deer stew scene was supposed to show that gale had come to trust the protag throughout their time together and the actions they've taken, like saving arabella and mirkon, or trying to solve the tension between zevlor and aradin.
he would tell them about his condition and reveal that he needs magical artefacts of great power (idol of silvanus, sword of justice, staff of crones, shadow of menzoberranzan, etc.) in order to consume the weave within them to sate said condition. parts of that conversation have been reused and repurposed for the full release version of the game, though now this scene happens while travelling if you progress gale's approval enough.
you can watch a video of the deer stew scene here. below you'll find the transcript of the scene and all its outcomes.
the deer stew scene
Gale: Ah, there you are. How did you enjoy my deer stew this evening? Old family recipe.
Protag (Option 1): It was delicious.
Gale: Good. I tend to season it with spices from Kara-Tur, but given what's available to us, good old rosemary had to see us through. Not that I mean to regale you with my culinary exploits.
Gale: There's, er... Well, there's actually something quite different I'd like to discuss.
Protag (Option 2): I didn't have any actually.
Gale: Curious time to be dieting. Especially with a chef like myself around. -> Then same as Option 1
Protag (Option 3): Should have kept it in the family.
Gale: Can't argue with taste. Or the lack thereof. -> Then same as Option 1
Protag (Option 1): By all means.
Gale: We've been... -> See Option 3
Protag (Option 2): Why so tense all of a sudden?
Gale: Some things are easier to explain than others. But first let me say this: We've been... -> See Option 3
Protag (Option 3): Whatever it is, make it brief.
Gale: As you wish.
Gale: We've been travelling together for a while now, and during those travels I've been observing you. I want you to know that I like what I see.
The way you handled Nettie when she poisoned you. The way you defused the tension between Zevlor and Aradin. The way you got Kagha to release the girl. The way you saved that boy out of a harpy's clutches. In short: I've grown to trust you.
Protag (Option 1): That's very gratifying to hear
Gale: Now I need you to place your trust in me.
Protag (Option 2): Enough of flattery. Where is this going?
Gale: An exchange. I expressed my trust in you, now I need you to place your trust in me.
Protag (Option 3): Can't say the feeling's mutual.
Gale: And yet I need you to place your trust in me in turn.
Gale: Our journey together is bound to last a while still. As such I feel compelled to speak. I say this because there is something I desperately need, but while I'll tell you what that something is, I won't tell you why. I have to ask you to agree to this before carrying on with this conversation.
Protag (Option 1): Very well, I agree
Gale: Thank you. I see I did well to trust you. Now to the matter at hand. You see, I have a... condition. A condition different from the tadpole, but just as deadly. The only way to appease
Protag (Option 2): No. It's unfair to demand blind faith in you.
Gale: I understand that I'm asking for a lot, but I can't tell you everything. Not yet anyway. Please, reconsider.
Protag (Option 3): [Wisdom] You sense secrecy and danger. Use your tadpole to probe Gale's thoughts.
[Failure] Gale: I'm afraid that's not going to work on me. Look, I appreciate your curiosity, but don't pursue this path. Let's agree in actions first and explanations later, yes?
Protag (Option 1): Fine, have it your way. / Fine, I reconsider. Tell me what you need.
Gale: Thank you. I see I did well to trust you. Now to the matter at hand...
Protag (Option 2): I'm still going to say no. / No, I won't. And that's final.
Gale: That's... truly disappointing. I see now that I misjudged you, so we'll dwell on the matter no longer. And at least I know where I stand. This is a part of the journey I must walk alone. Good night.
Protag (Option 3): [Wisdom] you sense secrecy and danger. Use your tadpole to probe Gale's thoughts.
[Success] Narrator: You become one with Gale's mind and you can feel something sinister oppressing you. It's... inside of you, a mighty darkness radiating from your chest. You could try to push further, but your hold over Gale feels brittle. It won't be easy delving deeper without him noticing.
Delve deeper: [Failure]
Gale: What are you... You're using the tadpole against me? This is a breach of trust that... And to think I thought you trustworthy in the first place! I'm leaving. I cannot stand to be around such betrayal a moment longer.
Tav: [Insight] You are in mortal danger twice over. To leave would be foolish, and you are no fool.
[Failure] Gale: I am a fool. A fool to have trusted you. [Gale leaves the party permanently]
Delve deeper: [Success]
Narrator: You see through Gale's eyes, staring down the corridor of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened. Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces. It's teeth, it's claws, it's unstoppable as it digs through you and become part of you. And Gods, is it ever-hungry.
Gale: Keeping me in suspense, are you? Come on, tell me, do we have an agreement or not? It's s simple question, isn't it? What gives you pause?
Protag (Option 1): Yes, I agree.
Gale: Thank you. I see I did well to trust you. Now to the matter at hand...
Protag (Option 1 / Dependent on Tadpole Use): Risk telling Gale what the tadpole showed you.
Gale: What? You used that thing against me? And you saw! After I told you.... This is a breach of trust that... And to think I thought you trustworthy in the first place! I'm leaving. I cannot stand to be around such betrayal a moment longer.
Protag (Option 1): [Persuasion] Be reasonable, Gale. I'm responsible for our party. I had to know.
Gale: [Success] The need remains debatable, but I recognise your responsibility. Perhaps I spoke in haste, it's just that... there are things... things I cannot speak of. Besides, what you saw... You read the opening line of a very big book, no more. The darkness you perceived, that is my primary condition. A condition different from the tadpole, but just as deadly.
Protag (Option 2): [Inisght] You are in mortal danger twice over. To leave would be foolish, and you aren't fool.
Gale: [Success] I have to admit, you are right about that. Besides, what you saw...
Gale: [Failure] I am a fool. A fool to have trusted you. This is where we part ways.
Protag (Option 3): So be it.
Gale: So be it. This is where we part ways.
Gale: The only way to “appease” said condition is for me to take powerful magical artefact and absorb the Weave inside. It's been days since I last consumed an artefact, before we were abducted. It is time. By that I mean it's Imperative that I find and consume powerful strands of Weave at the earliest possible juncture.
Protag (Option 1): Tell me more about that condition of yours
[Saw with the Tadpole] Gale: You've already seen more than I was willing to share, remember? Best leave the darkness in darkness for now.
[Did not use the Tadpole] Gale: That's part of the 'why' you agreed not to discuss. Wouldn't want to make an oath breaker out of you.
Protag (Option 2): Where are we supposed to find the kind of artefacts you need?
Gale: We already done the finding. The Idol of Silvanus is such an artefact.
Protag (Option 1): Are you crazy? There's no way I'm stealing the druids' idol.
Gale: I'm not saying we should – I'm just pointing out it happens to be exactly the sort of thing I'm looking for. Of course we're bound to come across more artefacts during our travels. -> Continue to As luck would have it...
Protag (Option 2): That sounds like more trouble than it's worth.
Gale: And it might well be. It's a holy relic after all, and taking it would enrage the druids to no end. Not that I'd say no, but we're bound to come across more artefacts during our travels. -> Continue to As luck would have it...
Protag (Option 3): Then let's go get it.
Gale: I'm not so sure that's advisable. It's a holy relic after all, and taking it would enrage the druids to no end. Not that I'd say no, but we're bound to come across more artefacts during our travels. -> Continue to As luck would have it...
Protag (Option 4): What happens if you don't consume any artefact?
Gale: Catastrophe.
Protag (Option 5): This is all madness.
Gale: Define it as you will, the semantics aren't important, the condition's conditions are: I am in need of artefacts. That's all there's to it. -> Continue to As luck would have it...
Gale: As luck would have it, Faerûn is full of them, though I do feel obliged to point out that items of power tend to be in the hands of the powerful. There will be danger involved – or great cost.
Protag (Option 6): So Astarion wants to suck blood and you want to suck magic. What's next?
Gale: We all have our eccentricities. Ours are just more eccentric than most.
Astarion: As a matter of fact, you should feel lucky to be travelling with men of taste.
-> Continue to As luck would have it...
Protag (Option 1): Danger? I wouldn't have it any other way.
Gale: Good. A bit of boldness will serve us well. -> Continue to I know the allure...
Protag (Option 2): So you're saying I need to risk my life for you.
Gale: I know the allure these artefacts hold. I understand their value and their power. All this to say: I understand the sacrifice I ask of you. But if I may so bold: it's for a good cause indeed. I hope I can count on you.
Protag (Option 3): When I acquire powerful magic items, I'm not so sure I'll choose you over them.
Gale: That's your decision to make. I expect you to make the right one. Much is at stake. More than my own meagre life alone.
Protag (Option 4): I can tell you right now I don't care at all for this wild Gale chase.
Gale: That's your decision to make. I expect you to make the right one. Much is at stake. More than my own meagre life alone.
Gale: I know the allure these artefacts hold. I understand their value and their power. All this to say: I understand the sacrifice I ask of you. But if I may so bold: it's for a good cause indeed. I hope I can count on you.
Gale: [if the tadpole was used and told] Oh, and as far as that tadpole trickery goes, I really do trust you'll not be so untoward again.
coming up next:
-part 1: the three tadpole dreams -> completed
-part 2: major cut scenes: the deer stew scene -> completed with this post & the loss scene -> will be posted next
-part 3: minor cut scenes: abandoned temple of jergal, failed to save arabella, talking to the paladins of tyr and agreeing to go after karlach, edowin and the tadpole reveal, mayrina giving ethel's wand to her or breaking it, handing astarion over to the gur or defending him, reaching the druid grove, killing lae'zel, reaching the goblin camp & looking for halsin, killing the druids, priestess gut & the brand & the cult of the absolute, dror ragzlin and talking to the dead mind flayer, ogre couple, necromancy of thay, ethel, zhentarim chest, myconid colony
-part 4: gale's condition & the way it was treated in early access
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how would dark/yandere Aegon The Conquer, Aemond One-Eye, Daemon The Rogue Prince, Maegor The Cruel, And Aegon The Usurper react how would they act if they married lady reader but at first they didn't love her even though she tried to make things work until they finally fell completely in love with her but she got tired and now she's the one who doesn't he wants it no matter what they do it drives them away and rejects them. thanks and sorry for making it so long :(
Aegon "The Conquerer" Targaryen
It had never been easy being married to him but you had tried. You tried to be a good wife. You tried to make things work.
You took the time to learn what he likes and disliked, his favorite topics, his curiosities. All of it, so that you may be a good wife to him, not just an obedient wife but a friend too.
And yet, again and again you were dismissed, not even worth a single word. He would wave you away without even looking at you. It legt you with your heart in your throat.
After so many attempts to be a good wife to him, only to be shot down and dismissed and even commanded to leave like you were just a nuisance to him, you decided to just stop. No amount of kindness would make him be kind to you.
Aegon found himself expecting your kindness, found himself missing it. He could not sleep without your daily acts of kindness towards you. You had always slept next to him and now you won't even stay in the same room as him.
"Stay a little longer, my wife." He had commanded of you as you went to leave the room as he entered it. Your expression was stone cold as you stared at him.
"How many I help you?" You sounded so formal and it hit his heart, he wished for your warmth. He craved your sweetness.
Aegon held out his hand to you. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"
You wanted to scoff. A walk? How many times had you asked to take a walk with him only to be shot down, told to leave him out of your silly ideas. You stared at him with all the coldness you could muster in yourself. "Please leave me out of your silly ideas, your grace."
His heart dropped as he watched you walk out. He had said those words to you before.
Every request he had for you. to eat together, to spend the night together, to read, to walk, to be together was met with a cold refusal from his wife.
Just like he had done before.
Aegon "The Usurper" Targaryen
In spite of Aegon's reputation as a whore and a drunkard, you tried your hardest as his wife to be there. to help him and love him. You tried to be a good wife to him.
Only to be humiliated every single time.
You helped his hangovers, you defended him against rumors, you bathed him, to nursed him back to health, you took his side over everyone elses. You never strayed, you always brought him his favorite means and you refused to believe your good mother's words and saw the best in him.
And yet, it was never enough. He preferred whores and unwilling servants over his own wife. He could not speak to his own wife unless he was drunk and even then, he spoke of you with disdain, spoke that you had trapped him and how you suffocated him.
You're not sure at what point it was enough for you. Was it the whoring? Was it his comment that you were suffocating him? Was it the fact that he was so willing to have bastards but refused to even acknowledge you as his lawful wife? maybe it was all of it.
You ordered the staff to move your things into a separate room, far away from this one. You ignored the queen's pleas for you to reconsider. you ignored the look on your good brother's face. you ignored servants who came to inform you that your husband had returned drunk.
When Aegon woke up the next morning with a mind-spliting hang over and weakly called for you, panic filling him as you never replied or came. "My love?" Came his weak call and when the door opened it was a servant, not you. She placed breakfast and medicine for the pain on the table.
"The queen wishes to see you after you have cleaned up, my prince." The servant meekly informed him before hurrying out before he could ask her where you were.
you always nursed him, cared for him. You had always been there for him, so where were you now? Where was his love?
The next time he saw you, you were with his sister, stone faced as his mother seemed to be pleading something from you.
"My decision is done. I respect you greatly, good mother." Your voice wasn't the same as it had been before. "But I am done trying."
"My love, where have you been?" His question sounds stupid and he watched as his mother grimaces and looks away.
"Not suffocating you, Prince Aegon." Your reply is cold and he flinches as you stare at him coldly. "I have taken precaution to avoid causing you such troubles."
"My wife...."
"Am I your wife?" You retorted humorless, ignoring the look that his family gives you, sympathy and pity. "I hadn't noticed." You walked past him without another word.
He had said those words to you, heartless and cruel. And now he had lost you just as he realized that he loved you.
Aemond "The One-Eye" Targaryen
In the beginning you had been delighted to be married to Aemond, he was a man of honor, he would do his duty, just as you would do yours.
As he remained eternally cold, like a snowstorm you could not escape, you tried your hardest to be the best wife to him. You brough him his meals when he remained preoccupied with his studies. you came to watch him train and express your awe over him. You brought him gifts and made sure to always look after him. You tried your hardest to be a wife he could depend upon.
And yet, the cold never left his eyes.
It went from being a delight to be his wife, to being an exhaustive chore.
The nights you spent crying, sobbing into your hands as your handmaiden tried to console you soon would outweigh the days you spent happy to help your husband.
You didn't know what was your breaking point. His coldness, his dismissive nature towards you, how he would never refute his brother's words about you or maybe it was the rumors that your husband had taken a lover.
All of it was too much. History may speak of you as his wife but you would have no more connections with him.
You stopped coming to his room at night, you stopped sending him medicine for his pains or cream for his phantom eye pains, you no longer mended his torn shirts, you no longer ate with him or even invited him on walks.
When you walked past him with your handmaiden, he would stare after you, his heart aching. Why did he feel this? You had been the only person to still defend him, to still spend time with him and now? You were too busy for any of it.
You refused to even look at him most days, you were a ghost in his presence and his heart ached to see your gentle smile once more.
"My wife." He called out to and you stopped, your hand clenching into a fist before you cooled your expression into one of pure coldness, one only for him. "Come eat with me."
"I'm sorry, I do not have the time. I already ate." You stared at him with nothing warm and it made him want to cry. "Please cease to bring trivial things like these to me."
'Please stop bringing such bothersome things to my attention.' that's what he once said to you, his gaze never once meeting yours.
"If you wish to have a meal, I think flying to Harrenhal and dining with your whore is a better idea." You retorted, smiling at him humorlessly before turning around and walking off down the hall.
Aemond Targaryen would have a wife only in name and law.
Daemon "The Rogue Prince" Targaryen
You didn't expect his love, your union was arranged and he was under no obligation to love you but his behavior was not one you expected.
You tried to care for him, always helping him and trying to be his wife, to be a good wife to him but he never cared in the slightest.
He refused to touch you or even look at you. He made it quite clear how much a nuisance you were. Not a wife of his choosing.
You had learned not to cry around him. He took joy in seeing you cry and he made it known to you.
In the beginning you had tried to be his wife. Tried to learn his likes and dislikes, tried to invite him to eat with you, take walks with you, see the night sky with you but he made it quite clear that he would always prefer his whores over you.
You had stopped that night. All of your affections turned cold. You no longer smiled at him and tried to invite him to do things with you. No, you had given up the notion of wife.
At first Daemon had found it amusing, wanting to see how far his lovely wife took this but then days stretched into weeks which stretched into three months and it was no longer amusing. He wanted you to dote on him and be his wife.
But you no longer considered him your husband. There is no bone in your body that wishes to be near him.
"Don't you think your tantrum has gone on long enough, my sweet girl?" He had asked you, irritation coating his voice.
You stared him with a stone cold look before tilting your head. "If my prince lacks attention, he may see his whores. He can pay them to fake affections towards him because as you've made quite clear, you prefer the whores."
He stares at you with a dark look as you walk away. He'll chip away at your coldness until his sweet wife is returned, he's sure of that.
Maegor "The Cruel" Targaryen
You had dreaded being married to him, he was known for his cruelty, for how far he was willing to go for what he wanted. Torture, murder, kinslaying. None of that mattered to him.
You still tried your hardest to be a good wife, to be attentive and helpful, to bear him a son but none of it mattered.
You would always be just a broodmare for him. He had reminded you of it several times. You were barely his wife and never his equal. You were broodmare, the only purpose you have for him is to give him a son.
What you wanted did not matter to him, he reminded you as he pinned you down once more.
Maybe something inside you broke that night. Maybe it had always been broken.
Whenever it had broken, you could not keep being a good wife. You prayed to the mother for forgiveness every day for that fact.
It was praying that helped you avoid him, you spent more time in the sept than you did in your own room.
Slowly, Maegor came to miss your presence. The way your hands would massage his shoulders when they hurt. The way you would bring him his favorite things and kiss him while wishing him luck, telling him that you believed in him.
You were his wife, and yet, where were you?
Maegor cornered you in the sept when it was only you inside. "Where has my wife been? How I've missed you kind hands."
You barely restrained a flinch as you clenched your hands together in an effort to maintain your composure. "I have been praying, your grace."
Your Grace? What happened to Husband?
Maegor hummed, watching you carefully as you started to walk past and he grabbed your arm. "You have not been visiting me. How are you to be my wife if you won't see me?"
"As you have told me, I am barely your wife. I am simply your broodmare. If you wish for a wife, there are many others. I am not your only wife." Your words were cold, just as your gaze was.
Out of shock, Maegor loosened his grip and your snatched your arms back, hurrying past as he simply looked at your furthering figure.
Now, that wasn't going to work.
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Silver, glory or shatter?
Jon had a great childhood right up until he had a horrible one, which is something he tries not to dwell too much on.
It's also something that's a little harder not to dwell on than usual while standing in front of the only other Kryptonian-human hybrid he's ever met, who's twelve years old if he's a day.
Literally. Literally this kid is both twelve years old and also just a day, because Jon and Jay and Damian apparently walked right into the middle of this weird cloning scheme that no one in Cadmus wants to explain the purpose of to them.
So, like, that's not screamingly suspicious or anything.
"Hi, kid," Jon tries. The baby clone wearing his dad's twelve year-old face just stares up at him from the bottom of the shattered remnants of the cloning tube that Jon maaaaaybe shouldn't have punched quite so hard.
"We could eliminate the staff and destroy the evidence," Damian suggests from where he's standing by the nearest computer with Jay, which is not actually the kind of thing that Damian suggests anymore. Like, ever. It makes Jon more than a little bit concerned about what's on that computer.
"Less murder in the plan, please," he requests, not quite able to take his eyes off the kid with, again, his dad's face. And also Ultraman's face. But he tries to concentrate on the "Dad" part of that observation, for obvious reasons. "Although I'm still open to destruction."
"Any witness to the clone's existence is a threat to its autonomy and survival," Damian says as the staff members tied up in the corner all look very, very nervous. "Frankly the only compelling argument not to execute these contemptible excuses for sapient life is the risk of inciting trauma in the clone. I recommend covering its eyes at a minimum, depending on its currently developed powerset and any potential X-ray vision or enhanced senses that it may possess."
"Not to encourage Nightwing's less Batman-approved instincts, buuuuut I just read, like . . . everything they were planning to do to this kid once they cracked that cloning tube," Jay says, eyeing the computer screen very, very darkly. "So we are treading a bit dangerously close to 'how many lives are worth this kid's freedom?', and to be honest the math does not support the assholes in the lab coats in this particular equation."
"That doesn't make sense," the clone says as he gets to his feet in the tube and starts distractedly pulling off the genuinely alarming amount of machinery hooked up to him, looking puzzled. "The staff would be way harder to replace than me. They're, like, real people."
. . . Jon reconsiders the merits of the murder plan. Just, like . . . just a little bit. Just a touch.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙
Pairing: Criminal Choi San x Nurse (afab) Reader.
Genre: Thriller, Crime, Romace
Warnings: Hospitals, slight gore, wounds, gun shot wound mentioned, blood mentioned, gun mentioned, criminal activities, bank heist.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction and does not accurately describe San, again this is fiction for entertainment purposes. Also I wrote this at an ungodly hour at night so please excuse if there are any grammar or misspellings (English is not my first language) I will go back to re-edit any mistakes later after I get some sleep.
Word count: 3,4k+
“I still remember you full of youth, wide eyed, holding a water bottle in one hand and a fall risk document in the other.”
“Ah yes when I was a resident still full of hope.” Y/n commented back not looking up from the computer where she was typing up a quick patient report. An already empty coffee cup in the trash can next to the desk and a freshly opened 500ml energy drink laid next to the computer keyboard.
“Now you’re just like the rest of us.” Chan spoke again with a small lopsided smile leaning against the desk, arms crossed figure still clothed in his lab coat.
“Chan, I love you but your shift ended an hour ago, leave before you get stuck here.” Y/n shut down Chan’s small talk.
“Couldn't I say the same for you?”
“No, understaffed as per usual meaning I’m doing a double shift.” Y/n answered back to Chan’s retort causing him to stand up straight.
“You are taking another double shift? You know you can say no sometimes.” Chan frowned watching her still typing up the last few sentences of her report on a new income patient.
“I’d love to but Yeji and Rose are both on holiday, Momo is on leave since she’s in her third trimester, Mark is sick, so is Yoona, Hani, Suzi and Doyoung. Oh and Irene got moved to ward F4.” Y/n listed off with her finger spinning in her chair to face Chan now.
“Felix?” Chan asked out stubbornly.
“He did the last double shift, late and night shift.” Y/n shot back.
Chan sighs moving to rub his eyes letting out a groan not liking how his ward was always understaffed but most ward were, that’s how it was. He was always asking the hospital to hire more nurses, it looked like even him, the head doctor couldn’t change their stingy ways.
Hospital staff worked as a team. Doctors, nurses, emt’s, cleaners, chefs, receptionists, therapists, interns, residents, technicians, all staff were a team together. If just one was missing, the hospital wouldn’t work.
“I’m going to try again at the next board meeting to get them to reconsider adding extra staff.” Chan mentions while Y/n gets out of her seat standing in front of him.
“Of course you will, you do every time Dr. Bang, but how about for now you go to bed, can’t have a sleep deprived doctor working on my patients.” Y/n teased a cheeky smile gracing her lips but eyes were evidently tired as she patted his chest.
“Alright, alright nurse Y/n. I’m on call though, so if anything happens it’s my number you need to call during Night Shift Alright?” Chan conceded one arm raised in mock surrender while the other patted her hand that laid on his chest.
“Good, sleep well Chan.” Y/n replied letting her hand slip away from being sandwiched between Chan’s chest and hand. No doubt already making up her mind to not bother on calling Chan as she was a pro in emergencies.
Y/n moving away over to the medication area opening the cabinets while flipping open the iPad going onto her patients medical plans to start preparing their medication before they’d be going to sleep.
Chan watched silently as Y/n moved with muscle memory reaching for different medications she knew like the back of her hand placing them in one use containers.
“Sleep well too Y/n after your shift ends.” Chan quietly spoke out in the room but loud enough to hear as she hummed out in response.
With one more reluctant look at leaving her alone for the Night Shift, Chan grabbed his things leaving the nursing room. Y/n hearing his footsteps faintly leave down the hallway.
Y/n taking in a deep breath, blinking away the heavy feeling in her eyelids. Hands moving nimbly as usually putting another 400mg pain tablet into a container.
It had hit 3 a.m. Y/n having just finished another round through her patients rooms making her way back towards the nursing room pocketing her low light torch and quickly checking the time on her pocket watch, a puff of air releasing from her mouth realising she still had four more hours till change over.
Unlocking the nursing room and pushing it open with her hip letting the door stay all the way open as she moved to grab her nearly finished energy drink. Moving it up to her lips only to pause hearing the night shift phone start ringing.
Only letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment of annoyance that coursed through her tired body knowing fully well she shouldn’t have hoped for a peaceful night. Yet even when placing the drink down in favour to grab the phone still holding on to a string of hope it was just Irene who was on night shift on F4 wanting to call to pass time and gossip about her new work colleagues.
With a click of a button she pressed the phone to her ear calling out her wards name, F2 and her name.
“Hey Y/n it’s Eunwoo, Irene is gonna look after F2 and F4 for a while. I need you down here for some extra help. Sorry sweetheart.” Eunwoo’s voice muffled out of the old desperately in need of updating, hospital night shift phone.
Just like that Y/n’s peace was broken, but she didn’t dwell on it and instead nodded to herself gripping the phone tighter as she stuffed her pocket with gloves, a Sutures scissors and hand bottle of disinfectant.
“Alright Eunwoo I’m on my way down to the Emergency ward, keep tight I’ll be three minutes max.” Y/n replied not waiting for his response as she ended the call already moving out of the nursing office, locking it behind her before rushing as quietly as she could down the hallway, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
Making it in under two minutes gloves on and ready. Swiftly making her way down the hallway, Eunwoo joined her halfway.
“What happened, Eunwoo?” Y/n asked straight to the point, turning her head to cast her gaze on her friend.
“Good morning to you too sweetheart, three guys came in severely wounded, one shot, the other two pretty scratched up. They won’t talk about it. My guess is some gang robbery on the trio went wrong and they're traumatised or still in shock from it.” Eunwoo informed, somehow slipping a joke in as well.
“And I’m here, why then?”
“Because my dear Y/n I have my hands full with critically injured patients and there is one guy left from the three that needs to be patched up.” Eunwoo finally explained.
“Eunwoo-” Y/n started to go on her rant but was cut off by Eunwoo who stopped them grabbing her blue medical gloved hands in his own matching pair.
“Y/n I wouldn’t ask you to come down without a reason, I’m on my second double shift in a row, I have four burn victims I constantly have to attend to until space frees up in the critical ward. We used to work in the emergency ward together so I knew you’d get it.” Eunwoo spoke this time seriously, squeezing Y/n’s hands gently.
Y/n gazed into Eunwoo’s eyes for a few seconds before softening her gaze, nodding understanding him. Eunwoo’s eyes brightened knowing he could count on her pulling her into a tight hug.
“He’s in room 4, thank you Y/n you are a lifesaver. I owe you one.” Eunwoo thanked her, taking his leave to rush back to room 6.
“Yeah, I know.” She muttered to herself, hands on her hips before looking over to room 4.
“I’m fine, like I said before you can attend to my friends first.” A smooth yet somehow gruff voice called out in the dim room.
“Well that’s an interesting introduction. And for your peace of mind, your friends have already been attended to.” Y/n spoke from the doorway leaning against it.
“You’re not that guy.” The male blurted out observing Y/n.
“Very observant. No I’m not, but you’re my patient now, so let’s have a look at what I’m working with.” Y/n clearly amused as she stepped properly into the room now, picking up the new patients chart.
Having to keep a poker face noticing Eunwoo’s chicken scratch handwriting with barely any information. Male, looks to be mid twenties, might have a cut on his right forearm and some scratches to the face. Not a lot to work off of.
Placing the chart down Y/n looked over at the guy taking in his appearance. He was quite attractive, that is something she couldn’t deny. Recently freshly bleached hair, black combat boots, plain black pants, an olive green hoodie paired with a questionable leather combat vest, that she hoped was just an odd choice of street fashion wear. One of his hands gloved with a chain attached to it, the other hand was covered in wrist bands.
“Are they really fine?” The guy asked, watching as Y/n grabbed supplies bring them over to the bed he was sitting on, legs placed on the floor in habit in case he needed to make a break for it.
“Eunwoo has magic hands, you’re friends are most definitely more than fine.” She reassured him.
“But you on the other hand, need to get patched up now.” Y/n pointed out hand gesturing towards his bloodied sleeve.
“It’s not mine.” San explained, the blood having soaked into his sleeve of his hoodie earlier.
Y/n held back from raising her eyebrow shaking her head pointing out “I’m going to assume you got blood on your sleeve from your friends gun shot wound.”
“Yeah something like that.” He nods.
“Alright so, I still need to patch up your face. Make sure those wounds don’t leave any nasty scars.” She spoke while preparing everything all while he watched curiosity clear in his eyes.
San could clearly tell the young nurse was tired, then again it was always said that nurses are overworked so he shouldn’t be surprised, it was also 3 something a.m.
“I’m Y/n F/n, but you can call me Y/n.” Y/n introduced herself before gesturing at her equipment asking permission silently to start. San giving a single not for the go ahead.
Y/n moved to start cleaning up the scratch that was clean along the bridge of his nose, it would leave a faint scar from the depth but with her skillful hands it wouldn’t be as noticeable. Being this up close to him made her realise he had an eyebrow piercing, something Y/n was a sucker for. But she was also professional.
“San.”
“No last name?” She hummed out eyebrows scrunching the slightest bit in focus, a detail San couldn’t help but burn into his memory gaze never leaving her face.
“Just San.” He replied back waiting to be further interrogated but was pleasantly surprised by Y/n not asking further questions on him. Yet for some reason also hoped she’d dig further.
“So do you always come waltzing through the emergency entrance with sounds wearing a leather vest or is this something you’re just scratching off your bucket list?” Y/n tried making small talk, wanting his attention off her face, noticing his intense stare.
“We got robbed, not something I put on my bucket list, don’t have one to begin with.” San replied with a small smirk placed against his lips at her words. The lies slipped off his tongue easily as it was a thing he did often.
“Mm, Eunwoo did say something about a robbery. At least you have a new conversation started to use on people.” Y/n offered up a barely good thing to come out of the situation that happened to him and his friends.
“You look tired.” San blurted out wanting to change the topic off of his friends and situation since he didn’t want to slip up on it and talk further on it as when Mingi, Wooyoung and he had gone to the hospital the furthest they’d made up on their alibi was getting robbed and none of the three would say more in case they gave different stories.
“Once again a great observation San, I’m on a double shift. I had a late shift. Now I’m on night shift due to our wonderfully understaffed hospital like every other hospital.” Y/n replied to him wondering if she looked like a mess for him to be pointing out she looked tired.
“Fuck. Sounds like it happens a lot.” San muttered out holding back a wince as she cleaned over a cut on his cheekbone, being used to the pain but that didn’t mean he was immune to it.
“It does.” Y/n hummed out before saying with an amused grin “Do I look that bad?”
“No, just because you look tired doesn’t mean you look bad. You look good.” San responded just as fast, eyes never falling from her face unlike how her hand faltered from where it was attending to his cheekbone.
“… Well you should see me with at least eight hours of sleep and in clothes that aren’t my scrubs.” Y/n teased out having to take a second, surprised by the sudden comment he made.
“Don’t tempt me, you know I’d want to see that.” San spoke out confidently, his pierced eyebrow raising. Only to wince at Y/n ‘accidentally’ pressing harder on his wound.
“Careful San if I didn’t think any better I’d say you’re testing your luck on a night shift nurse right after being robbed.” She shook her head to hold back her amusement.
“And what if I am?” He boldly asked hand slyly moving to grab her wrist gently stopping her from continuing with patching up his face. Y/n noticing just how close their faces were now.
“I’d say it would be a lost cause San, seeing as I’m your nurse and you’re my patient. Your not the first flirt I’ve come across in the work field and certainly not the last.” She put on a confident face tilting her head.
San’s eyes flickering the briefest second down at her lips before staring deep into her eyes, the smirk on his lips turning into a grin.
“Hasn’t stopped other people in the past. I like challenges Y/n.”
“This is a challenge you can only fail at San, I don’t typically go for guys without last names.”
“Choi.” San bluntly replied leaning another inch towards her face.
“I don’t go for bleach blondes.” Y/n responded right after not moving her face back.
“Hair dye exists darling.” San moved closer as if challenging her back, her head not retreating backwards.
“I like my men honest, wanna give me a rundown on how the robbery happened?” Y/n asked out while still doing her job causing San to let out a puff of air amused.
“If I get a kiss I might just tell you every little detail.” San was instantly sorting a made up robbery in his head.
“How about the story first?”
“No can do darling, the kiss comes first.” San denied his lips now so close she could nearly feel them against her own.
“Then I guess we are at a stalemate.” Y/n retorted yet didn’t move back.
San took this as a sign, eyes slowly closing as he moved forward only to be met with air.
Blinking his eyes a few times before fully opening them to see Y/n staring back amused, face a few inches away from his again.
“I got the last name, but your hair is still blonde and I didn’t get that story.” She shrugged, tugging her wrist out of his grasp easily seeing as he’d been holding it lightly in his grasp beforehand.
“Tease.” San groaned out moving backwards so his upper half of his body fell onto the bed.
“Whatever you say Choi San. Well as much as I enjoyed our interesting conversation, I need to go back to my ward to do another round on my patients seeing as you're all finished.” Y/n explained as she got up patting away the imaginary dusk on her scrubs after disposing of her one use gloves.
San was pleased to see no ring in sight on her now revealed hands. Sitting up with his hands holding all his wait he watched her put away the equipment she’d used.
“I thought I was also your patient, shouldn’t I get some of your time as well?” San didn’t let up not wanting her to leave so soon knowing fully well this could be their only interaction to his unfortunate displeasure at the thought.
“Well I can’t be using all my attention on one patient, that’s bias.” Y/n shrugged, moving to lean against the doorway of the room once again like she’d done when she’d first entered the room.
“You’ll probably be able to be discharged soon, be careful where you’re walking around at night with your friends. You’ve got a handsome face, one I don’t want to see get scratched up again and also in my hospital again, stay safe Choi San. Look after yourself.”
San smiled at her kind yet teasing words.
“I’ll try not to. But that doesn’t mean we won’t bump into each other again. The world is a small place you never know when we’ll see each other again.” San replied back.
“Sure thing.” Y/n nodded not thinking they’d cross paths again, but she wouldn’t mind it if it was in any other setting but the hospital she worked in.
Turning to leave Y/n held back an amused laugh hearing San call out to her as she finally took her leave.
“I’ll be waiting for that kiss Darling!”
“Darling?” It was a voice she’d thought she’d never hear again. Much less run into the man.
All she could do was stare in shock and slight anger at the sight in front of her.
San stood there gun in hand, face scratched up again because of the fight that had been taking place at 9pm on a random street in Seoul.
Y/n having been a random witness to the cruel street criminal actions taking place in the bank where’d she’d come by on her only day off she’d managed to get wanting to pay a bit of her student loans.
“You never got robbed.” Was all she could manage to whisper out, San having to strain his ears to hear it, but it was evident he’d heard her by the frown that had settled on his face.
San had been in a robbery gone wrong that night. Though he wasn’t the one who’d gotten robbed. He’d been the one trying to rob others. His grip on his gun faltered quickly, pocketing it in his waistband, glancing at the dead cameras shuffling closer to off duty nurse. Only for her to shuffle back from where she’d been sitting on the ground due to having been ordered by another man ten minutes ago to do so at the beginning of the bank heist currently taking place.
“Darling don’t, don’t you move away from me.” San scrambled with his words trying to back track this whole situation cursing out himself for life putting the two of you here at the same time and not some cliche bump into each other at a coffee shop cliche.
“You shouldn’t have told me your last name San.” Y/n spoke with determination, eyes barely managing to glare at her once patient who’d lied and flirted with her so easily.
“Well I guess that means we have a dilemma on our hands.” San clenched his jaw tight at her words.
“You won’t get away with this San, taking people's hard earned money like this.”
“That’s not what this is Y/n.” San denied desperately wanting her to understand the situation.
“That’s what it looks like to my Choi San.” She retorted, eyes flicking to his hands as he fiddled with something taking another step in her direction, eyes staring once again at that face he’d been thinking about this whole time since they’d first met months ago.
“Oh Darling. You have no idea.”
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On Saturday the 14th of October 2023, at a rally for Palestine in Dundee, Scotland, 3rd year student Tánaiste had a speech read out in his absence. In his speech he called out the University of Dundee for refusing to release a statement condemning ethnic cleansing and war crimes against Palestinians, contrasting this with his university's speedy condemnation of the Russian invasion of Ukraine. In this speech he declared that, if the university has not released an appropriate statement by Friday the 20th of October, then beginning on Monday 23rd Tánaiste fully intends to start a hunger strike. His stated aim is to organise the students and staff at the uni into a campaign that will cause the faculty leadership to reconsider whether silence in the face of genocide is truly in the best interests of the institution. Updates are likely to be shared on Tánaiste's instagram, which can be found here, and on the Dundee University Socialist Society's facebook page, which can be found here.
The full text of his speech is as follows:
I am in England and am unable to be here. Thank you to my comrades for reading this out for me.
My name is TAW-nish-ta (Tánaiste) I'm a 3rd year Community Education student at the University of Dundee. I remember when Russia invaded Ukraine on Saturday 20th February 2022, by Thursday my university and student union had put out a statement: "It is our sincere hope that, even at this stage, a more peaceful solution can be found to the current conflict that avoids bloodshed and tragedy."
A fortnight later, they put out a further statement outlining: "the University’s unequivocal condemnation of the invasion... We must continue to hope that international pressure on Russia will have a positive effect, however bleak the situation may look today."
No public statement has come this time, as we face the real prospect of a genocide, aided and abetted by our own government and so called Leader of the Opposition. I directly asked the Principal why we have put out no statement. This was the University’s response: "The current situation is tragic with a shocking level of unjustifiable violence against innocent people. But it is also very complex and there will be many different perspectives on it. For that reason the University will not be taking a public stance on the matter."
I have no words for this act of moral cowardice. No words. What is complex about ethnic cleansing? What is complex about collective punishment? Which syllable of genocide do they need repeating? I saw a tweet which summed it up so well: "Universities be like 'We support genocide and apartheid. Please seek mental health support.'"
The leadership of my university are making the judgment that it is not in their institutional interest to even condemn genocide. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps the balance of power and PR is that actually to remain silent is in Dundee University’s best interest.
Our task as students is to change their calculation by all means available to us. There are many methods available. We have a student council and student union. They can be used. We can organise mass letters. And other tactics exist.
Our cause is moral, is just, and is seen to be so by the majority of students and staff at my university. They are waiting to be stirred at action, to be mobilised, to be quickened. I would like to announce my contribution to this campaign.
If the university has not issued an appropriate statement by Friday 20th October, I shall not eat food until the University publicly denounces the war and calls for an immediate ceasefire. I do not pretend this will end the war, but as my Principal said, "We must continue to hope that international pressure" will work.
One thing we have learnt so brutally in the comparison of how Ukraine and Palestine have been treated is that Black Lives Don't Matter. The imminent extermination of 2 million Gazans does not provoke our governments let alone our universities, to offer even token support for universal human rights. In the circumstances, a hunger strike for an achievable victory is the least I can do.
I know the University cares about its public image. I gently suggest to them that "Dundee student dies on hunger strike because University won't denounce genocide" will be bad PR. Their open day on 28th October will be marred by day 6 of a hunger strike for all prospective students to see.
I hope that my University looks at the prospect of a white British student starving to death and extends its compassion to the millions in Palestine who, for only the crime of existing, are being hourly killed.
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Protest The New Tumblr Changes
ok so since everyone and their dog absolutely hate the new changes outlined in this new post from staff, I've been thinking about what we can do about it.
HERE is the contact page on Tumblr's parent company, Automattic's, website. Please write FEEDBACK/WEBSITE FEEDBACK/TUMBLR FEEDBACK in the "What's This About?" section
HERE is the Tumblr help centre link, please select the category FEEDBACK when messaging them.
My recommendation would be to write something like this, but in your own words to mitigate any spam filters:
"Hello, I'm contacting you today because of the proposed changes to Tumblr's UI. This is not what the community wants, and will negatively impact all users of the site.
Users enjoy the Tumblr experience because it is unique, and a throwback to the days before all websites were algorithm focused. Employing this sort of algorithm will kill your websites usability, and along with it, drive away your current userbase. People will simply remain using their other social medias, as New Shiny Algorithm is not the reasons why people would flock to your site.
Please reconsider these changes, and instead reach out to the wider community about changes that we need to use Tumblr more easily, such as:
- A reworked search function on blogs and tags as the current one does not work/is not stable. We also cannot search for untagged posts.
- Better toggle options for people with photo sensitivity, your advertisements often strobe and it makes the website unusable. Ads should be tagged as flashing, or with content warnings for users (i.e diet ads, ads for horror movies with gore in them) that actually work (advertisements are filtered out of the tag system).
- Options for 18+ and NSFW creators on your site; Your userbase would quintuple overnight if you were to look into options for NSFW hosting and safe toggle options for adult users. The community labels were a step in the right direction, please pursue this further.
This is by no means an exhaustive list of things, but changing the very fabric of what makes Tumblr work is NOT the move that any of us want. Please, again, reconsider these changes and listen to the community. Thank you"
AGAIN please add your own points to this to help prevent spamfiltering of your messages, and please spread this to everyone you know. If anyone wants to add more ideas of what to add to this list, please do so in the replies, tags or add a comment to this post!
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Could I please get a Larissa weems X teacher reader?
R is the English teacher at nevermore and Larissa discovers that r writes poetry by finding one of their poems which they dropped after a meeting or something and the content is clearly about Larissa and of explicit nature?
This leads to r being called into Larissa's office to discuss what is appropriate to write about your boss but any sense of an appropriate discussion about work place boundaries goes out the window and they end up having some fun instead.
A writers muse
Larissa weems x fem!teacher!reader
A/n: this took me like 3 days to start but once I started writing there was no stopping.
Warnings: cunnulings, fingering, office sex, dom Larissa, sub reader
You were freaking out. One of your poems was missing and the last you remember seeing it was during a staff meeting, which was literally your worse nightmare, not only because one of the teachers could find it, it was very explicit and very clearly about a certain Principal who lead those staff meetings.
Oh fuck what if SHE found it- you were already panicking when you got a text from Larissa saying to meet her in her office in 5 minutes. Shit. You couldn’t say no, she’s your boss, you texted her a confirmation. Taking a deep breath you made your way to her office.
You were honestly debating turning around and facing the consequences of ignoring her some other day but you forced yourself to knock, a soft “Come in” welcoming you from inside.
With a shaky hand you twisted the doorknob and quietly made your way in, looking at your feet, as if she wouldn’t notice you after inviting you in, right.
“Thank you for coming darling, why don’t you take a seat?” At least she didn’t sound angry, now you were curious why she called you in, you met her eyes as you tried to read her expression.
“I believe you’ve misplaced something of yours.. I have a few things to say about this so I need you to sit pretty and listen, I’ll tell you when to speak.” Your eyes widened at the mention of something being misplaced.
Yet you just nodded, anxiously playing with your thumbs. She could tell you to set the school on fire and you would, if listening to her was going to soften your punishment then that’s what you’ll do. Though you’d probably follow her every command regardless.
“So obedient..” Larissa muttered under her breath as she rounded her desk to stand in front of you, just slightly leaning back on it, still towering over you. She was just quiet enough for you to hear making you turn red and look away.
“Let’s start then. First I’d like to say you are not in trouble, so calm your worries. Moving on to the issue at hand, I found.. a poem, rather explicit one at that.” You wanted to scramble to apologize, make up some random excuse, but the stern look she gave you was enough to make you reconsider.
“I have no problem with you writing, the poem.. it’s rather flattering if my guess is correct, the only issue would be you misplacing it, dear. You are lucky I out of all people found this, it would be another story if perhaps a staff member did, and it would certainly be an issue if a student did, do you understand?”
You could only nod as you eyes darted anywhere but at her. She was completely right, what if a student found it? you wanted to hit yourself over the head realizing how stupid you’d been. Her hand came to you chin, making you look up at her. “Do you understand?” She repeated, and you swore you could get lost in those beautiful blue eyes forever.
“Yes ma’am..” you’d guess she was pleased with your response by the look on her face. She had moved to lean against the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in.
“I quite like that, such a well mannered girl.” Suddenly she pulled back and you resisted the urge to follow, letting out a shaky breath.
“Tell me, who’s the muse behind your writing?” She knew. Of course she knew, there’s no way she would’ve gotten so close otherwise. The smile on her face was telling, your struggle to get a word out was telling.
“You already know.” you said, slightly irritated she pulled away, that she was essentially forcing you to confess. “Don’t catch an attitude with me now, you were being such a good girl.. yes, I do know. But I want you to tell me, so you will.”
She didn’t leave room for argument, so you gave in. “you are.” Voice barely above a whisper, yet she was satisfied with your answer and willingness.
“If you continue to behave you and I will have so much fun. Everyone knows how I feel about brats. So, will you be a good girl for me, darling?” The way her thumb over your lip, how she seemed to be getting closer so her lips barely brushed over yours when she spoke.
“I’ll be good” You breathed out, she was so close, so obviously teasing you. Every time you moved an inch forward she’d pull back but just barely. “please- Larissa please..”
“you sound so pretty already begging for me, I wonder what other sounds I can pull from those pouty lips.” A quick peck turned into a heated kiss when your hand desperately pulled her back to you.
A moan escaped you as her tongue ran past your lips, asking for permission in, which you gladly granted. There was no need to fight for dominance, the roles had been chosen the second you walked into her office.
“On my desk.” Larissa demanded through pants as she reluctantly broke away from you. Her hands never left your body as you stood and followed her command. The second you were seated again her mouth was on you, laying wet kisses from your jaw and down your neck.
Her hands smoothed down your sides and to your thighs, making you shift closer to the edge of the desk, Larissa smiled against you skin at your neediness.
Pushing your legs open Larissa lowered onto her knees in front of you. What a fucking sight. “You’re so stunning it hurts.” Your hand cupped her face and you leaned down to kiss her once again.
She undid the buttons of your shirt and the zipper of your skirt with a hum, taking both items off you tantalizingly slow, letting them drop to the floor and continuing her series of kisses down your sternum and stomach. “issa please.. it hurts”
“Mhm? Where does it hurt darling? I remember reading something about..” fuck the way her hand trailed from you knee and between your thighs, fingers teasingly circling the wet patch in your underwear. “here. was it?” you moaned the second she made the slightest contact with your aching clit.
“Please, Riss..” Her smile and tone were so condescending. “What is it love? Tell me what you need. You were so good writing it down.”
As she rubbed you through your ruined underwear, the uncomfortable yet delicious friction was driving you insane. “I need-“ you cut yourself off with a whine. “please Riss I need you.”
She hummed in disapproval. “I’m right here, be a good girl and use your words. What do you need?”
“your mouth- please I need you to touch me..” satisfied with your answer she hooked her thumbs over the waistline of your panties, wasting no time pulling them down.
She trailed love bites into your inner thighs, marking you red and purple, as you withered beneath her, your whimpers and pleas turning into moans as she swirled her tongue against your clit making your hips buck against her face.
Her hand came down on your thigh with a harsh slap, making you whimper as she wrapped her arms around your thighs, forcing you to stay still. Her eyes never left your half lidded ones as she started fucking into you with her tongue.
Your hands made their way into her hair, pushing her against you frantically. Your movements were limited by her hold on you but that didn’t stop you from trying to seek more.
“mh- more” her moved her arms away from your quivering thighs, one hand coming up and cupping your breast making you groan and arch your back closer to her. The other moved between your thighs, replacing her tongue with two fingers and she went back to sucking on your puffy clit.
Now unrestricted you pushed your hips against her, she moaned against your center finally allowing you to grind against her.
Your thighs were shaking and threatening to close around her head, she knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer when a thread of pleas started leaving your mouth, whiny and stuttering.
“Riss- please-!” She briefly parted from you, thumb rubbing circles on your clit to continue working you towards your orgasm. “Cum for me, pretty.”
It felt like electricity shooting through your body. You cried out her name, the grip you had on her hair loosened as you brought your hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.
She kissed up your thighs, slowly making her way up your body, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, her lips met your chest and continued up until you were face to face, she pulled your hand from your mouth, replacing it with her lips.
You hips shifted away from her hand as you kissed and she took it as a sign to pull away. You were completely lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, heavy lidded eyes and a lazy smile on your face when she parted to look at you. “I knew you’d be a good girl for me. What’s got your smiling, pretty?”
You giggled, tilting your head at her. Fucking adorable. “Well I just caught my muse.”
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Slippage
cw: fluff, winter weather, short
pairing: Ingo/Reader
Due to heavy snowfall, the Gear Station had been closed yesterday. While that might have caused some mild panic among those that used the trains to get around Unova, it had been simply too risky to get even a skeleton crew of staff in from the dangerous weather. As distressed as your beloved Subway Boss might have been, you managed to calm down the twin by telling him that he and Emmet alone can not control all the trains required. Ingo had seemed to relax at that and finally agreed to attempt to enjoy the unexpected day off.
It had been a sight watching him sit by the window to watch the weather while drinking a cup of coffee. Chandelure had floated near him, flames glowing a bit brighter than usual in an attempt to keep him warm. You had even managed to get him to cuddle up with you and watch some mediocre television shows. It was wonderful to hear him commentate on the house finding show. Certainly, you could tell his expectations for a home were solely to be within reasonable walking distance to the Gear Station. A joking mention of kids from you, however, made him reconsider somewhat as he began to debate ease of travel to schools into his plans. The rest of it had been spent trying to make a somewhat appealing stew together.
Of course, that was yesterday and today. Well, today, he felt immense pressure to get the Gear Station semi functional no matter what. The Battle lines would be temporarily unavailable, but travel lines would be open for a reasonable number of hours. You gazed at the man as he bundled himself up tightly to go fight the weather. Emmet had apparently already gone off to get things ready before he woke up. Part of you wanted to beg him to stay behind, knowing that while it had just been snowing yesterday, the ice would come today. He likely would never agree to it, not with Emmet already there.
Ingo sighed as he picked up his bag in the entryway. “Dearest, please stop looking at me with those eyes,” he sounded partially defeated while his face remained in its usual frown. His brows did press together, however. “I assure you that I will be fine,” he took a step over to you to cup your cheek with his gloved hand. The woolly texture of it was much unlike his usual ones. “If anything compromising were to happen, I would return home at once,” he continued softly, “After all, if I am in danger, then my passengers surely are, too.”
His dedication to his job was truly something else. You still frowned. There truly was no stopping him. Resting your hand over his, you sighed and softly removed it. With a lean forward, you lightly pecked his lips. “You better. If Chandelure brings me your soul, I'll be pissed,” you threatened him half-heartedly. A chuckle came from him. He then pressed his own kiss to your cheek before saying his farewells and heading out.
You went to the window to watch him leave, seeing him eventually depart from the entrance of the apartment building. Just as you were about to move away and find something else to entertain yourself, you watched him slip and fall on ice that had settled on the sidewalk.
Needless to say, you rushed down after him.
It seemed it was too dangerous for even him, after all.
His face was bright red as you helped him up, and he stammered endlessly about the situation.
(Ingo still went in. He just used his Chandelure to melt any possible ice in his way.)
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Slashers reaction to the nurse leaving? Like up a quits. Could be either they got fired or quit on their own? Maybe higher ups didn’t like how close they were with the slashers. I’m curious with how that would play out honestly-
It was a sunny Monday afternoon that you received your red letter.
You perfectly knew what it meant and didn't need to open it to know that your time was up..You let out a shaky sigh—forcing yourself not to cry. Liam was made aware of your imminent "end of contract" and knew there was nothing he could do about it. He could only wish you a happy retirement and provide you a car.
It was coming from upstairs and neither of you could disobey. You were sad to hear about the decision but—as agreed in your contract—you had to go. No member of staff was to stay in the hospital after receiving their red letter, and that included you.
You forced yourself to smile during dinner—the last one you would ever have with the slashers. But then, you asked Five and Michael to stay behind. They looked at each other with a slight frown—wondering if they had done something wrong. The other slashers left and when you were sure they wouldn't hear you—your smile fell. You took a deep inhale and turned towards Five and Michael who were now looking at you with worry in their eyes.
"Nurse Y/N...What's going on ?", Five asked and you held back your tears as you disclosed.
"Five. Michael. I...was asked to leave. Permanently. I'm leaving tomorrow morning and...I'll need you to keep an eye on the others for me, okay ?"
They both fell silent and their eyes betrayed shock and sorrow. Michael took a step forward and grabbed your hand to squeeze it lightly. It was not a question—more of a plea. He wanted you to stay. Your eyes watered at the gesture and you took a deep breath before looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't face their reactions, you couldn't let them see you cry.
"You don't need to do this, Y/N. Please. We can find a way. The slashers need you.", Five hesitated before adding, "I need you."
"Five...", you smiled tenderly at him before pressing your forehead against his. "It's alright. You'll be alright."
It sounded so pitiful—but you had learned to care for the slashers more than you'd care to admit. And maybe was it the reason you had been forced to resign. You wanted to stay—so badly. But, you finally pulled away and wiped the few tears that had managed to escape. There was nothing to be done. The hospital wasn't yours—and so you wouldn't be able to bargain. This was not something you could negotiate—it was terminal.
"The slashers will be confused at first—even angry at me. But, you need to understand that...I care about you. And you'll always have each other. I trust you to watch over them."
Five looked liked he wanted to say something—but reconsidered. Michael stared at you before wordlessly standing up and leaving. He didn't want to stay. It was too upsetting. But then, he looked back at Five who was still seated. Five didn't want to leave you yet.
Michael sat back down.
You smiled gratefully at him.
"I know it must be upsetting for the both of you. But, there is no one I would trust more with the slashers than the both of you."
Michael's knuckles tightened into fists at his sides. This felt too much like a goodbye. You had always been there for them, why would the hospital decide to get rid of you ? It didn't make any sense...
You noticed his reaction and gently placed your hands on top of his.
"Michael...It's okay. You've progressed so much. I'm so proud of you. So very proud. I know that you'll be alright."
You held back your tears and thought of all the things you had witnessed and experienced with them. All the good memories and the battles fought and won. St Louis was more than just your job, it had become your home.
It was hard to say goodbye—but you knew it was for the best. They'd learn to fend for themselves and adapt themselves to the world waiting for them outside. It didn't matter if it was with or without you.
You smiled and wordlessly stood up to leave. You had suitcases to prepare...
Outside :
"F*CK !", Jack cursed loudly before thrashing the room all the slashers has decided to eavesdrop on your conversation from. They clearly hadn't expected it and Jack was letting his anger get the best of him. Freddy was not far behind as he gritted his teeth and shouted.
"This is fuckin' stupid...Who the hell decided that ?!"
"Calm down, gentlemen.", Patricia instructed the two slashers before sitting down. But, Freddy only snarled.
"How are we supposed to fuckin' calm down ?! Haven't ya heard what they said ?! They' gonna make them leave !"
Patricia sent him such a dark glare that he finally indulged and sat back down while Patricia's mind was running all sorts of scenarios in her head. She knew all hell would break lose once you would be gone. And even though she didn't particularly care about the people who would die in the process—she did care about the Horde. And the Horde didn't want you gone. Hedwig was already crying inside and she could feel their whole body tensing up.
"I heard every single word, as we all did. But, if I could have five minutes of your attention. I may have a plan."
All the slashers seemed to converge their attention to her as she smiled and turned towards the clowns first.
"The Penny Brothers and the Jokers. How would you like to be working together ?"
"I would rather eat my own leg !", Pennywise growled out and Arthur huffed a mocking laugh.
"Go ahead. I would love to see you self-destruct."
Pennywise glared at Arthur, but he held his look with a small provocative smirk playing on his lips. However, it was Penny who suddenly spoke up.
"If it's for Y/N...We would try. But what do you expect us to do exactly ?"
Patricia giggled before she leaned forward—as if to share a secret.
"What you do best...cause chaos."
Pennywise frowned in incomprehension at her answer. What was she talking about ?
"So...your grand plan is for us to cause ruckus ? For what ? It's not going to get nurse Y/N to stay..."
Patricia seemed to be waiting for someone to ask the question as she answered.
"While you play...We are going to bring a very important letter to the head council tomorrow.", Patricia replied with a knowing smirk while turning towards Jack who frowned.
"Hum...You know we can't get in, right ?", he reminded her and Patricia nodded.
"Not without a key card. Yes. But this is why we have them...", she turned towards the door and smiled. "Come on in, Five. Michael."
After a few seconds, Five and Michael did enter. Their little chat with you had ended a little while ago and they had been listening since then. They seemed as defeated as the rest of the slashers, but didn't dare protest against Patricia's plan—as it was the only one they had.
"Five you will have but a few seconds to grab one of the security key cards while Jason and Freddy create a distraction for the guards. The Penny Brothers and the Jokers will cause chaos and murder whoever stands in their way. Jack. You will be writing that letter. I will then get the letter to the head council and make sure they understand that we do not appreciate their order. At all.", she continued and at the end, all the slashers seemed to agree. But, Pennywise did tssk as he gave a doubtful look to tee two other clowns.
"...You really expect us to work with those Jokers ? Come on. They are not trustworthy."
"And not very nice.", Penny added.
"Wow. Thanks, guys. Really heart-warming.", J mocked and Arthur gave them a disdainful side glance.
"Be reassured. We aren't that thrilled either."
"Enough.", Patricia chastised them before giving a warning look to both sides. "We only have one shot at this. And unless you really want Y/N to go—you will do as I say."
The clowns all seemed to be biting back their words as they glared at each other—but finally complied. They were doing this for you after all. Patricia smiled—satisfied. She then looked towards the very silent boys—Brahms and Vincent.
"You boys must make sure that Y/N stays in the building. They mustn't leave. At all costs. Can you do that ?"
Brahms and Vincent looked at each other before nodding in agreement. You wouldn't be leaving their sight...Patricia then noticed Bo leaned against the door—looking at everyone with calculating eyes. He perfectly knew what Patricia was doing. She was taking control and they both knew why...But, as he didn't have a plan—he had no choice but to stay silent.
"Mr. Sinclair...I was made aware that you tend to all the cars in the facility, is that correct ?", she said with a fake smile and Bo answered with one of his own.
"Yeah. I know my way aroun' an ol' four-wheel, why ?"
Patricia nodded before eyeing the cars parked in front of the compound.
"I need you to go downstairs and make sure none of them are operational by tomorrow. Our sweet nurse can't leave if they do not have a ride..."
Bo followed her gaze and finally smiled. The old hag wasn't wrong. The nearest town was miles away and the time they could call for anyone—they would be running this whole hospital. Of course, not long enough to take complete control—but just enough for the clowns to make the higher-ups understand that nurse Y/N had to stay. This could actually work. He tipped his cap at Patricia in agreement.
"Yes, ma'am. On it."
He then disappeared and Patricia smiled to herself before clapping her hands together.
"Let's go, children. It's show time."
All the slashers nodded in agreement—even the most stubborn ones. Patricia saw them scatter and prepare themselves. At the end, only Michael remained.
He was staring at her.
"Something to say, Michael ?", Patricia said and her cold eyes settled on him. There were several things Michael wanted to say...But, he remained silent. He could see right through her sweet glamor—she was bittersweet. He would listen to her now, but he wouldn't let her take control of the slashers. He took a step forward and reached out for her—but then noticed the slight shift in their eyes.
In a matter of seconds, another personality showed. Dennis sighed before pulling out his glasses and meticulously cleaning the lenses before walking right past Michael.
"We have a long day tomorrow, Mr. Myers. I would advise you to go get some rest."
It was no advice. It was a warning. Michael narrowed his eyes at the Horde until they were out of sight. He knew that many of the slashers weren't fooled, but easily influenced.
And whatever the Horde would ask after saving nurse Y/N ? It would be expensive.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling where a spider was slowly weaving its web. He then turned around to leave. Tomorrow promised to be eventful...
The next morning :
"Y/N...Y/N ?!", Brahms called out for you—but you were nowhere to be seen. Both Brahms and Vincent started to panic. Had you lied on the time you were supposed to leave ?
Fortunately, you got out of the bathroom just at that moment and frowned at both slashers who were standing in front of the door.
"Brahms ? Vincent ? What are you doing here ?", you asked—but they didn't answer. You sighed and attempted to get to the door, but Brahms caught your wrist and shook his head.
"Y/N. Not leaving.", he articulated and your brow furrowed as you tried to pull out of his hold—but to no avail. That's when you heard them...the screams. And soon after, gunshots. Your eyes widened as you looked up at the two slashers who refused to meet your gaze.
"What is going on ?", you asked—but they ignored you. You gritted your teeth before demanding. "Brahms. Vincent. Get out of my way. Right now."
It was Vincent's time to shake his head and you could see how painful it was for the both of them to disobey—but they had to. Your eyes became serious as the screams and cries for help of your ex-colleagues became louder. You were technically still a nurse until the sunset. And you wouldn't stand here while the slashers threw away all the hard effort you had put in stopping them from making any more victims.
You stomped your foot authoratively and caught the attention of both Vincent and Brahms. You then tried to not let your voice waver as you ordered them to move aside.
"Brahms. Vincent. Let me see."
You had your serious face on and could see their determination start to decline. Finally, they obeyed and Brahms moved—followed suit by Vincent. But, before you got out, Brahms grabbed your hand and looked desperate as he uttered.
"Don't...look."
Don't look ? At what ? You opened the door ajar and glimpsed outside. What you found there made you freeze on the spot. Blood...So much blood. Bodies. Bullet holes. The Penny Brothers feasting on some guards while the Jokers were shooting the runners. It was a nightmarish sight.
You slowly closed the door and your whole body was trembling—but not in fear. You weren't afraid of them. You knew they would never hurt you...but in rage. You didn't know what the slashers were hoping to achieve—but that was slamming all of your efforts back into your face. And doing all this behind your back ?
You slowly closed the door and tried to smile before wordlessly walking to the bathroom. Brahms and Vincent followed you with their eyes—but didn't walk after you. You locked the door behind you before looking up at your bathroom window. As a slashers' nurse, you had planned for the eventuality that you would have to escape your own room if necessary and had hid a rope and a knife in your towel basket. You urgently got the rope out and wrapped it securely around you before attaching the other end to the toilet's base.
However, you then heard a persistent knocking at the door. You knew it was either Brahms or Vincent and that it was a matter of time before they entered. You quickly got out the window and started climbing down the wall. You ignored the dooming feeling creeping at the back of your neck and kept going—even though you could hear people being slaughtered inside. You blinked your tears away and your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door breaking.
You looked up and found Brahms and Vincent peering down at you from the window you had just escaped from. Vincent stayed and decided to go another way—but Brahms followed you. He grabbed the rope and started climbing down after you.
"Y/N !", he called for you and you could feel that the rope wouldn't hold you both for long.
"Brahms ! Don't follow me ! You will get hurt !"
But he stubbornly refused to let go and when the rope finally broke—you both fell. But— even though you thought you were falling to certain death—you felt two arms wrap around you.
"Y/N...", Brahms whispered before you both hit the ground. But, Brahms made sure to take most of the damage as you both rolled over. His arms caged you—but there was a softness in the way he had uttered your name that brought tears to your eyes. Brahms was one of the slashers that had taken his rehabilitation seriously. He had made tremendous effort and it was maybe the reason why he hadn't killed anyone today. The other slashers could feel it too. But, you were genuinely afraid as you didn't feel him move above you. You succeeded in worming yourself out of his embrace, but what you saw made your eyes grow wide in horror.
"Brahms !", you screamed and teared up as you tried to extract a tree branch that had pierced his abdomen. You finally succeeded in retrieving the piece of wood and you could see that Brahms' wound was already healing. You had little time and only kissed his forehead lovingly.
"I'm sorry, Brahms..."
You then ran to the nearest car and attempted to start it—but it sputtered and stopped completely. And no matter how many times you tried to get it to work—it wasn't moving. And then, you heard a tell-tale whistling and didn't even need to look out to know who it was. Bo walked at a slow pace towards your car—unhurriedly. He seemed almost peaceful—even though each step he took painted the road with red prints. He almost danced his way to you before leaning against the door of the car and almost comically knocked on the window.
"Ya were really about to go without sayin' goodbye, darlin' ?"
You took a deep breath before slowly turned your head towards him—only to be met with Bo's shit-eating grin. Of course. Of course he would mess up with your early retirement.
"Bo...I'm sorry. But, I have no choice.", you tried to explain—but Bo tsskd playfully.
"We're your patients. YOUR patients, nurse. No one else's. Ya the only reason we' here in this dump hole. Now, if they don' like it ? They can suck it."
He then leaned forward until you could see the insanity gleaming in his eyes. He forward to you and you shivered when he retrieved the keys of the car and made it look like a magic trick as he made it disappear. Your eyes widened as you tried to open the door and run to another car—but he slammed it shut with his foot.
"Bo...I can't stay.", you insisted—but he wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Well—sh*t. Looks like we have no choice but kidnap ya then...ain't that right, boys ?"
And suddenly, you were surrounded. All the slashers were staring at you and you closed your eyes before resting your forehead against the cool material of the steering wheel—knowing it was over.
Freddy *smirks* : "Seems like it. Sure would be awful, wouldn't it ?"
Jason *nods in agreement before standing in front of the car*
Brahms *holds his hand* : "We're not letting you go, Y/N."
Jack *chuckles and shakes his head before lowering himself to face you* : "I've been spending the whole night writing a damn letter to the head council. They better change their mind before we decide to get rid of them. Would be a real shame..."
Penny *giggles mischievously behind him* : "SHAME !"
Pennywise *rolls his eyes* : "We literally caused a bloodbath for you."
'I didn't ask you to...I didn't ask for any of this.' You wanted to say—but kept your mouth shut. Your slashers had rescued you—not knowing that you didn't want to be rescued.
They hadn't learnt a single thing. It broke your heart. Maybe, it should had been for the best for you to leave after all ? You had tried to stay with your face held up high and a smile to boot—but it was because you believed they could change. You truly believed you could change them. But, the blood was warm on your face—a contrast with the blood frozen in your veins.
You loved them—you really did.
But, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the dead bodies and all the families knocking at your door—asking what happened to their relative. It was becoming harder and harder to lie and say it was an unfortunate accident—or the risks of the job. Once back inside, you locked your bedroom door and slid down until your butt reached the floor and finally broke into tears. What were you supposed to do ? They would never let you leave. That was now a certainty now.
You were trapped. But, the worst part was ?
You didn't seem to mind as much as you should.
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The Weather
The CDC has finally released their own wastewater dashboard with state-level and regional trends. After public pressure to expand wastewater surveillance in September, including from all of us, it’s great to see some progress.
The CDC’s National Wastewater Surveillance System (NWSS) landing page now includes dashboards to check national wastewater viral activity for COVID and Mpox. Additional dashboards for National and Regional trends, State and Territory trends, a wastewater viral activity map, and variants in wastewater are available.
As of 11/25/23, the Current Wastewater Viral Activity Map shows viral activity by state. Many states are reporting high to moderate COVID levels with very few reporting low levels. Approximately 350 sites delayed testing since September 15, 2023. After these sites have resumed testing for six weeks, their data will be added to the dataset. However, we’d suggest the CDC reconsider its color choices, as the calming blue shades they’ve chosen for “high” COVID transmission are misleading at best. They can refer to our red-shaded transmission map for reference.
Also updated 11/25/23, the national wastewater viral activity level is high and seems to be trending upward. The West is in decline while the Midwest, South, Northeast and National levels are at an incline. As with Biobot data, the most recent two weeks (indicated by gray shading on the graph) are subject to change due to reporting delays. Trends mentioned in this text are based on the areas before the shaded area shown in the graph.
As we enter the cold and flu season, many in-person gatherings are held. We encourage you to continue monitoring local reports for a more accurate measure of levels. Also, please continue to, and support others in using, layers of protection. And as we continue to report on advocacy successes, remember that our actions and voices can enact change!
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Weekly hospitalizations are trending upward in the last three weeks according to the CDC’s COVID data tracker, with over 19,000 weekly admissions reported 11/25/23. Since we last reported deaths on 10/28/23, there have been an additional 3731 deaths reported, for an average of almost 750 deaths per week. Remember that these numbers are an undercount related to reporting delays in place since the Biden Administration ended the Public Health Emergency. Remember also that COVID deaths follow hospitalization numbers, so we expect these numbers to increase in the weeks to come.
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Current draft guidelines are incredibly insufficient, inappropriate, and fail to protect both patients and healthcare workers.
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Part 8: Our Love Has Gone Cold
Summary: Your life is forever changed when your most trusted advisor arrives home with an engagement treaty. As Queen of your Kingdom, you knew there would be sacrifices but little did you know how much the cost of these sacrifices would be. What do you do when your mind wants one thing but your heart longs for another?
Characters: Reader (some descriptions apply), Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo
Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of birth, childbirth, and descriptions of blood.
Length: 2k
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You sigh, leaning back on the pillows propped up for you. The sun is shining, and the warmth from the mid-summer day brings you feelings you haven’t had since before the rain. A sense of security, you think.
Ella suggested you spend the afternoon reading outside since your morning sickness has seemed to pass in the last week. So, you had some staff set up a spot out in the gardens where the grass grows thick with blankets and pillows, and of course, a stack of books to choose from.
The midwife says you’re mostly through the pregnancy, with only two months left of this discomfort. It’s not like you expected it to be the most pleasant thing, but spending most mornings with your head in a bucket and Satoru holding your hair back isn’t exactly your idea of fun.
The idea of having to do this three more times makes you want to be sick again, but you clear that thought from your head.
“Your Highness,” a guard says, interrupting your train of thought.
“Yes?” You ask, looking up at him.
“The King has returned home, a letter has just arrived from his palace.” He hands you the sealed letter.
“Thank you,” you smile at him and he returns to his post a few feet from you.
Opening the letter, you begin to read.
My Beautiful Wife,
I have returned home, but it doesn’t feel the way it used to now that I’ve experienced life with you. I expect to return in a fortnight or two, depending on the seriousness of business here. I promise to return before the birth of our child at the very least.
I have also been reconsidering the agreement we made about splitting time between the Kingdoms. Perhaps we can discuss it once you’re no longer preoccupied with growing life. There may be a way we can build a castle near the borders, allowing us to stay there and manage both without needing to be apart.
Until I see you again, I will long for your touch.
With Love,
Your Devoted Husband
You laugh, shaking your head and putting the letter in the book you were holding. It will serve as a good bookmark for this afternoon. Satoru is one for dramatic language, but that level of theatrics has you stunned.
Your feelings for him are confusing. You’re not sure what to make of them. Something about the way he caresses your body makes you feel more than you’ve ever felt before. When he talks to your growing bump, your heart clenches and you can’t help but wonder if this is what love is supposed to feel like.
It’s good. It’s soft. It’s pure.
The feelings you had, or rather, have for Suguru are so much more intense. So intense it hurts at times. The longing, the desire, the need to have him around. Missing him every second he’s away. It’s all too much.
That shouldn’t be what love feels like.
He hasn’t talked to you outside of council meetings since you ordered him out of your room, which you wanted. However, since Satoru left earlier in the week, you’ve found your mind less distracted.
A few noblewomen walk by you on the path, waiving at you as they go. You wave back, placing your hand back on your bump, and rubbing it softly. You feel a flutter in your stomach, then your hand is kicked through the dress.
“Oh!” You gasp, and two guards come running towards you.
“Your Highness! Is everything okay?!” The one on the left calls as he runs.
“I’m fine!” You call back, but they keep coming. Once they arrive, you speak without thinking. Instinct is taking over. “Please send for Suguru Geto.”
Another flutter followed by a kick follows as you wait. If only you were in your rooms, you could take off the dress and watch your skin move without the layers of fabric. Looking up, you see Suguru running towards you, the guards you sent following behind him.
“Is everything alright?” He asks, kneeling down next to you.
“Mhm,” you nod, smiling. “Feel,” you take his large hand and place it on your stomach.
“What- Oh,” he chuckles. “Your child.”
You nod. “It’s the first time the baby has moved in a way that can be felt outside my body.”
He pulls his hand away. “May I sit with you?”
You nod.
“I owe you an apology,” he tells you.
You sigh, nodding. “I was not kind either.”
“I should have never,” he looks around for listening ears, “mentioned what you and the King do in your alone time. I must remember my place.”
You bite your lip, worried about what will come out if you do not think before you speak. “I forgive you.”
He smiles, looking forward at the gardens in front of you both. The roses and lilac have begun to blook, but some of the other more colorful flowers are still just buds. It’s still a pretty view.
“Satoru will return in a fortnight or two,” you say breaking the silence. “Until then, I will need company.”
“My Queen,” he says, tilting his head. “I’m not sure I am someone you should request that of.”
You frown, “no one is listening to us, Suguru.”
“Are you sure,” he asks, his eyes unreadable as he looks away.
“You’re my oldest friend, Suguru.”
“Friend,” he repeats.
You sigh feeling the urge to apologize to him.
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A month passes, and Satoru returns. The relationship between the two of you remains unchanged. You spend more nights in your own bed than his, claiming discomfort in sharing a bed while so heavily with a child.
The real excuse is the nights you spend with Suguru, playing cards and dice.
He makes you laugh, makes you feel something unmatched by anyone else, and brings you a sense of comfort at your most uncomfortable. Even now, just sitting together in your room and reading, you feel more at ease than you do when you’re with Satoru.
You feel guilty for that, knowing you’re not comfortable with your husband. It’s been nearly 8 months since the wedding and most of what you know about him you learned in the week leading up to the wedding. Not that you have informed him about you either. Perhaps neither of you is trying enough.
The feeling of having to put on a front, to perform, for your husband is not something you expected. Especially during this fragile time.
A sharp pain in your abdomen causes you to drop your book and groan. “Oh gods,” you whimper.
“What is it?” Suguru looks up from his book, concerned.
“It’s nothing,” you lie. “I think it’s another cramp.”
“Should I call for the midwife?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Imagine the scandal if you were caught in my rooms this late. I’m fine.” You tell him, another cramp rumbling through your body and up your lower spine.
He looks unhappy but does not fight you.
Your pain subsides and you go back to reading until you feel something wet and warm running down your legs. You lay the book down, excusing yourself to the bathing chamber. Lifting up your skirt, you find blood running down your legs.
It’s okay, you tell yourself. You are okay.
“Suguru, will you please leave? I’m going to call for my midwife.” You ask, legs shaking as you walk back into the room.
“Tell me what’s wrong, —--.” He stands up, coming towards you.
“Please don’t freak out…” you sit on your bed, grateful to no longer be standing. “I’m bleeding. I’m scared. I don’t want anyone else to know. Just leave so I can call for her.”
He takes your hands, kisses your forehead, and then releases you. “You’re going to be okay. Call for her, I’ll come back in a few minutes when the King is here so it doesn’t look suspicious.”
You nod and he leaves.
You scream for the guards, your panic taking over. They run out, one remaining with you and trying to calm you, telling you about his wife’s birth and how she had bled before hers too. He stumbles over his words, sounding panicked and scared, but it’s somehow helping keep you from crying.
The midwife arrives and shortly after, so does your husband, his eyes wild with fear.
The next few hours are a blur of sobbing, blinding pain, and then high-pitched cries from your child. At times you didn’t think you’d make it, but Satoru whispering encouraging words and knowing Suguru is just outside the room with the other advisors keeps you going.
Your son is small, having come a few weeks too soon, but he is strong the midwife assures you. His hair is stark white like his father's and his eyes are an exact match to Satoru. Nothing of the child resembles you. Something in you hurts at this realization.
Holding him feels surreal, having carried him inside of you for so long and now he’s in your arms. When Satoru takes him from you, you do not reject him.
“We shall call him Haku,” Satoru says, not asking.
“If you wish,” you say weakly, adjusting a pillow under your head. “Haku, your heir.”
“My heir,” Satoru repeats, holding the baby close to his chest and smiling at you. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Ha,” you feign a laugh, “perhaps having the next one yourself.”
Satoru laughs, sitting on the bed with you and placing the baby between you. “Do you think he’s hungry?”
“How would I know?” You frown, looking at the sleeping infant. “He isn’t crying, so I suppose not.”
“You’re right. Will you feed him yourself? Before my mother passed she told me it is good for the mother to feed her child herself-”
“We have wet nurses in the palace. He will be fine.” You cut him off, reeling a the idea of having a baby attached to your breast for hours upon hours every day.
He does not argue.
“Your Highnesses,” the midwife says, excusing herself with a bow after cleaning up the room.
“I need to rest.” You sigh, feeling a wave of exhaustion go through you. “We can have the nurses take him.”
“I will take him if that’s alright. I can introduce him to the council, letting them all know we have an heir.” His voice is full of pride and you smile.
“As you wish.”
“I’ll check in on you tomorrow,” he kisses your cheek, then picks up Haku and takes him from the room.
Before the door shuts you hear an abundance of gasos and coos at the arrival of Satoru’s son. You would smile, but sleep takes you too soon after the door shuts. It’s not long, however, as you’re awoken feeling the bed shift beside you.
Suguru sits beside you, beaming at you. “Hey,” he smiles and you grin.
“Suguru,” you smile, moving to sit up.
“Please stay still, you must be exhausted.” He brushes your hair back from your face. “King Gojo is a very proud father, the child is his twin.”
“He is,” you agree, looking away. “Seems a little unfair, since I carried him for so long.”
“I’m so proud of you,” he tells you, caressing your cheek.
You place your hand over his, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. You’re not sure if the emotions from childbirth, or your real feelings, but everything feels more intense now that he’s here with you. It took everything in you not to call out for him when you were pushing, not wanting to shame Satoru in the process.
“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to stay with me?” You ask and his eyes fill with something you don’t want to acknowledge quite yet.
“It would, but who am I to reject my Queen?” He pulls the covers up, gets under, and lies next to you.
Laying your head on his chest, he wraps your arms around you. For the first time since your mother passed, you feel comforted. You feel at home again.
“Suguru?”
“Hmm,” he hums sleepily.
“I love you.”
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Could i prompt some danbert flirting on the clock ❤️ i love when they are in a mundane setting and your writings are all amazing!
"Hey, doc. You seeing anyone right now?"
Herbert looked up from the sink to see Dan leaning casually against the wall, one hand braced on the plaster, the other propped on his hip, pushing his doctor's coat back. Herbert had always thought he looked especially dashing in the doctor's white, but the way Dan was currently staring at him, his eyebrows raised suggestively, had Herbert reconsidering that assessment.
"I don't have any more patients today, as you well know," Herbert replied, flicking the soapy water from his hands and straightening up.
Dan rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."
"And I know that you know I told you I'm not going to pretend that we're strangers, meeting for the first time," Herbert shot back, eyes narrowed.
Dan sighed, dropping his hand from the wall and letting it flop down by his side. "You're no fun."
"Work isn't supposed to be fun," Herbert said curtly, then turned around and briskly set off down the hall.
There was the sound of Dan's footsteps rushing to catch up with him, his sneakers slapping on the linoleum floor. A moment later he was at Herbert's side, pushing the hair back, out of his face. He was finally letting it grow out again after he'd gotten it cut, much to Herbert's dismay. Herbert secretly hoped he'd keep it like that a while longer.
"It should be," Dan argued, "when you're working with your husband."
They weren't legally married, but Herbert chose to ignore that for now.
"You shouldn't let yourself get distracted at work, Dan," Herbert told him primly. "We wouldn't want another meeting with Bishop, now, would we?"
Dan wrinkled his nose just at the mention of the hospital director. Clarence Bishop, who signed both Dan and Herbert's paychecks was someone Herbert preferred to keep both out of sight and out of mind. Herbert was aware that Bishop was aware of his and Dan's relationship but seemed to have dealt with that information mostly by ignoring it, which worked just fine for Herbert. However, when an orderly had complained of inappropriate conversations happening in staff bathrooms, the two of them had been called into Bishop's office and sat down to have a conversation about professional conduct.
Herbert had sat through it all stoically, while Dan had been apologetic and embarrassed. Dan had been awkward and quiet on the drive home, while Herbert had been stewing over the fact that he knew it was Sylvia who'd made that complaint against them, that bitch.
Clearly though, Bishop's scolding hadn't been enough to completely deter Dan from his natural state of flirtation.
"Well, am I allowed to get distracted after work?" Dan asked. When Herbert paused to flick a glance at him he went on. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight. We've both been working so much lately, I feel like we haven't had any...quality time together."
His voice dipped on the last few words, deep and smooth like melted chocolate. With the way Dan's hooded eyes were trained on him, Herbert got the feeling he'd like to be spending some real quality time with him right that second, preferably in the closest sleep room.
Herbert hummed, eyeing him back. "You know how much I hate big, crowded rooms."
Dan smirked. "And yet, you work in a hospital. Don't worry, I'll take us somewhere nice and quiet. Intimate."
Herbert tapped his chin, considering. Really, it was ridiculous to even entertain it. Dan was right that they both had been working so much lately, leaving little time for work at home. He was already behind on his internal schedule for the month, test that should've been run days ago still sitting, incomplete, in the lab. To waste a few precious hours by going out to eat when they already had food at home just seemed a wasteful practice.
But Dan was looking at him so hopefully with those big brown eyes of his. Herbert knew how much little dates like these pleased him, and if there was one thing he'd learned over his time cohabiting with Dan, it was that he needed a treat thrown his way every now and then to placate him. If they went out for dinner tonight, Dan would be more amicable and willing in the lab. He'd also likely not bother Herbert about it again for at least a week.
Considering all of this, Herbert sighed and relented. "Fine. But you're paying."
Dan's answering smile nearly blinded Herbert with its brightness. "Deal."
His smile dipped suddenly, morphing into a pout, and Herbert let out an exasperated noise.
"What now?"
Dan pursed his lips, looking intently at Herbert's mouth. "I was just thinking how much I want to kiss you right now but I can't because we're at work and that would be unprofessional."
He emphasised his disdain for working professionalism with air quotes and Herbert snorted. Dan really did have a one-track mind, even in a building surrounded by the sick and dying.
He gave Dan's arm a pat as he passed him by. "Just try to get through the day, Dan. We're still on the clock."
"Fine. But I'll see you in a few hours!"
His voice trailed after Herbert as he made his way down the hall, smiling with his back to Dan.
#gimme them being the worst employees ever <3#danbert#herbert west#dan cain#re-animator#reanimator#my fics#asks#writing prompt
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shiver, shudder or experience for the ask game?
"That doesn't make sense," the clone says as he gets to his feet in the tube and starts distractedly pulling off the genuinely alarming amount of machinery hooked up to him, looking puzzled. "The staff would be way harder to replace than me. They're, like, real people."
. . . Jon reconsiders the merits of the murder plan. Just, like . . . just a little bit. Just a touch.
"That is a logical conclusion to reach, given both the bias and inadequacy of the information that you have been presented with," Damian allows, and if Damian is actually being patient with somebody who is so objectively wrong in cold blood and without so much as a derisive aside or judgemental look, then Jon really doesn't want to know what's on that computer terminal. Like, holy shit, not ever. He'd like to keep some scrap of faith in humanity, thanks. "Counterpoint: the staff members do not deserve their lives."
"Please don't teach my baby brother that," Jon says, already resigned to spending the better part of the next decade getting that particular sentiment out of the kid's head. "Or my . . . baby uncle, maybe, I don't know. Maybe we'll just start with 'baby cousin' and go from there."
"Maybe he's your baby dad?" Jay suggests with a snicker.
The clone . . . blinks.
"I'm a clone," he says, looking perplexed.
"We know, kid," Jon says, wondering why the kid thinks that's currently relevant as he takes off his cape. Said kid is naked except for the last couple of machines and wires that he's still working his way out of, so yeah, it's definitely time to take off his cape and wrap him up in some basic decency. "Are you cold?"
"Dunno," the clone says, frowning consideringly. "What's 'cold' feel like?"
Jon, again, revisits the merits of murder. Just like . . . just a couple of them. That's all.
"I forget," he admits. "I kind of haven't been cold for a decade or so."
"I maaaaay kind of also forget," Jay says with a wince. "These days I tend to just reflexively stop being tangible when I start getting chilly, it's actually really inconvenient?"
"It is utterly inconvenient to be invulnerable to both freezing to death and the effects of hypothermia, yes," Damian says dubiously. "There are multiple degrees of 'cold', clone, but Superman is currently referencing a basic discomfort. Physical responses to it include goosebumps and shivering. A prickling sensation is not uncommon."
"Please stop calling him 'clone'," Jon says as it belatedly occurs to him that said clone does not speak Nightwing-ese and might be taking that the wrong way. "And 'it', while we're at it."
Also maybe he should stop thinking of the kid as "the clone" himself, come to think.
". . . you're Superman?" The kid frowns up at Jon skeptically. "You don't look like you look in my head."
Jon doesn't even want to understand that sentence.
#jon kent#kon el#damian wayne#jay nakamura#superboy#superman#superfamily#anonymous#rinfic#wip: superboys switch
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@staff i take significant issue with the banning of tumblr user predstrogen as well as her alternative account. not only do i believe that the ban was unjust, both its execution and the messaging surrounding it from staff accounts has been needlessly cruel and personal. additionally, this ban and the rather specific attention surrounding it contrasts rather hypocritically with the blatant lack of action of any sort regarding the extensive and documented harassment campaign brought against this user by many other site members, many of whom were avowedly part of the campaign of account reporting which led to the account falling under site scrutiny.
the clinical tone used here betrays my true anger and disappointment at the mistreatment of a prominent figure of the transfeminine community on this platform. I understand that as moderators of the platform you all are under pressure to appear in control and double down on all decisions made, but please reconsider the stances being taken by the company and end this campaign against these women who, while i had no personal interaction of any sort with her, were well beloved by myself and many others.
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The War Prayer! I'm going to have to stop pointing it out when it's a great episode title, because they seem to all be great episode titles.
When we were watching an earlier episode, I thought it was a bit uncomfortable that the whole station staff, including all security staff, are human. This episode is not making me reconsider that opinion, and I wonder if it's going to be a plot point further down the line.
Now Susan gets the long-lost ex treatment. I feel very vindicated for immediately disliking the guy.
"We dated 8 years ago and now I'm moving here, for you, without consulting you" = RED FLAG, Susan should run away even without him turning out to be a space racist.
Aside from everything else it just feels like Susan could do better. I hear there's an attractive telepath on the station...
It definitely seems like a good idea not to allow weapons on Babylon 5, but as laws go, it doesn't seem to be very effectively enforced.
The anti-alien racist organisation being called the Home Guard takes some adjusting to when my main association with the phrase "Home Guard" is this:
The Centauri arranged marriage storyline would be a bit tedious but Peter Jurasik makes it delightful. And then, with the "my shoes are too tight" bit, heartbreaking.
Sinclair's attempt to ingratiate himself with Malcolm feels a bit overdone, but the background on the Earth-Minbari war is interesting; I'm looking forward to finding out what really happened in a future episode.
And overall, pleased to have the first really Susan-centric episode. I hope there will be lots more of those.
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