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xxanaduwrites · 22 days

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much ado about nothing, major

THE PROLOGUE

pairing: john “bucky” egan x (ofc) maude “blue” bluell

warnings: this story will contain mature themes, descriptions of injury, blood, sexual content, swearing, as well as, physical and mental illness. proceed with caution.

there must be something or nothing at all

in which a delightful duet devoured turns rather sour between one maude "blue" bluell & one major john "bucky" egan.

Everything starts with something.

That something could be the break of a new day, eyes peeling back out of the darkest slumbers, the shuffling of cards before an intense gamble of win or loss, or the tickling of one's throat, signaling the beginning of a newfound illness.

Maude Bluell wasn't sure if she could consider feeling fortunate to wake up to such a day, when all days nowadays were filled in such deep darkness. But, she tried her best to hold onto those traces of light, finding solace in the fates of the gamblers who won — who proved they could not only fight a war but for their survival. And she too had to try to survive under the pretenses placed upon her. She knew she couldn't just sit around and let the tickle win — let the illness of her country's enemies spread like a disease.

She needed to fight for what was right just as much, and she fought alright through the Red Cross. She figured it wouldn't hurt, signing up for the war effort — serving some sort of support. But the person who signed up for such a fleet in 1940, definitely wasn't the same person who had found herself stationed at Thorpe Abbotts, England in 1943. Working as a nurse with concentrated care for the men who mastered the air, she respected their bravery in risking their lives as they combated through the sky. The pilots that resided on this particular base were formally known as the 100th Bomb Group, informally known as the Bloody 100th.

Because of this, loss became a regular part of everyday life — a routine for Nurse Bluell as the numbers of documented casualties raised on her chart. She learned to grow a thicker skin as the men she cared for left as fast as they came, blurring into the lines of her vision and burning deeply into the cusp of her memory.

Yet, that very first week in the hospital of Thorpe Abbots proved to be clear — clearer than the skies above that had ripped her men from the air and left the ones who remained grasping onto it as they struggled to take in the simplest of breaths.

She could recall every miniscule feature of the very first man to die in her arms.. The way her fingers had been so deeply coated in his blood, traces remained under her fingernails in passing days. Like a broken record, the image of his eyes bulging out of his head during his final breath, played over and over in her head, taking up every remnant of space in her mind and leaving her in a trance.

So much so, that her colleagues grew concerned when they found her lost in the wall in front of her, still as a statue, as the water ran hard against her skin for longer than it should have.

The remedy for such a state was a recommended night out on the town, which really consisted of a gathering on base. A social event amongst the many factions, men and women alike, letting loose and having fun.

But who could find a sense of enjoyment after watching a man die?

Maude Bluell sure couldn't.

To her dismay, Nurse Charlotte "Lottie" Reign and Nurse Susan "Susie Q" Quinn — Bluell's colleagues and quarter mates — did not take no for an answer, dragging Miss. Bluell out of the safe haven of their room to sulk to the boistorous function of the night.

Little did Nurse Bluell know that something would in fact start that very same night. Something she'd find to be just that, only for it to become nothing — nothing at all?

And as it is told — on a hot summer's night in 1943 — one Nurse Maude "Blue" Bluell would bump into one Major John "Bucky" Egan.

And the rest would very well be something...

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where it all begins.... ;)

— xanadu

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agirlandherkinks · 6 days

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Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

#ally's kinks #I have no idea what to tag this #but I wanted to get it out before I go on holidays for a few days #anyway hope u enjoy my weird experimentation fantasy <3 #and want Lucinda to do things to u #cause I certainly do :3

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crystal-cliffs · 10 days

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Okay so I slept on it and uhm

I still don’t know what to say about this animated short. Crucabena, the clash, Scaramouche in his oversized jacket

But I think I’ll do the things that definitely stuck out to me and probably seeing things that aren’t there.

1. Crucabena and the Lumidouce Bells

So, when Arlecchino confronts Crucabena she’s in front of two dead or dying Lumidouce bells. She says she should’ve pruned the flower long ago instead of waiting for it to already show signs of decay before finally pruning it. When your prune your flowers you’re trying to control their size and shape, optimize its blooms, and to get rid of any diseased, dead, or dying parts that can’t be saved. However, her plant is already beyond saving since whatever she should’ve pruned to keep the flower alive has already taken over the rest of the flower. So of course these flowers probably represent Arlecchino. How Crucabena should’ve reigned in her child long before she finally rebelled. The choice of flower though is fun, we’ve been told time and time again that this flower is supposed to represent parting and the wish for reunion. This could represent their inevitable parting, but I’m more partial to the idea that the two blooms represent Peruere and Clervie. I mean two Lumidoce bells both dying, flowers that represent parting and the wish for reunion. The 4.6 preview page with her on it, the 4.6 trailer saying Father is looking for someone. Yeah…

2. The implication of ‘Father’ as a title.

So… using a title that contradicts someone who has caused pain your life because you don’t want to be associated with them ever again and you strive to be better than they ever were. Yeah…

Being serious though, other than the fact that she might not want to be associated with someone like Crucabena, the title Father we already know comes with very different implications, and now that we know Crucabena was called Mother I think I can safely come to the conclusion that the term Father also represents an entirely different role, not just the same role under a different name. After all, in the very end Arlecchino uses the terms ‘strict’ and ‘unfeeling’. Which whilst we know Crucabena was brutal, in the beginning she’s reading them a story book and is overall showing happiness, contentment, and then ‘concern’ over where Peruere was. Her role whilst being someone we should stomp into the dirt was filled with emotion, but that emotion and care is fake. It was only used as a weapon against her, and a weapon against her family. So now, as Father she is hiding whatever she feels probably because she thinks showing how much she cares would only hurt the orphans under her care, especially since if this is the case her feelings and her actions would directly contradict each other and would only confuse the children.

You care about them but you make them do all these horrible things? It’s probably the same dilemma Peruere went through, you care and yet here I am experiencing pain that you caused. On this note, something a little smaller…

3. Peruere becoming Arlecchino.

This will be shorter as there’s not much to say, but she was arrested clearly when they found out she killed Crucabena, a harbinger. However then the Tsaritsa pardons her crimes and takes her into the Fatui. Now, this is important to me because I think we can conclude that Peruere didn’t want to become a harbinger, that wasn’t her goal, she didn’t want to become the exact same person Crucabena was and now here she is getting bestowed her title and I can only assume her name too. Just as Pierro says “This title and its legacy of bloodshed are now yours to bear, my poor, mad, cursed Knave.” The only thing I can say is this was certainly the beginning of the end for our poor Knave.

I have more but I lost most of it

Either way I hope Freminet calls Arlecchino out on how she’s starting to behave like Crucabena in a few ways. Let my man scream, he deserves it bro.

#Arlecchino #Arlecchino Genshin impact #genshin impact #˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊crystal talks

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ncteez · 2 years

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10 AND 32 WITH MARK FOR THE DRABBLES

“Try to stay quiet ok” + “It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed”

wc: 2.7k

paring: mark lee x afab reader

tagged: ex bf mark, they still have feelings, angst kind of at the beginning, jealousy, fingering

note: when i say i took this and SPRINTED || not proof read

minors dni

Being on vacation with a group of friends would seem to be a great distraction from everyday life. It should be a time where you can relax your body and mind, a time where you can let go of everything that muddies your thoughts.

There’s one issue. He’s going to be here. He, as in your ex-boyfriend, Mark. To be fair, it was understandable that he was invited. After all, the two of you ended on good terms, great terms even. He was still around during most hangouts and almost always available to you if you were to ever need his help. But also, to be fair on your end, you never really lost feelings for him. Nor has he, though you’re not aware of it.

You’re unsure as to why the two of you haven’t gotten back together, aside from the fact that the two of you lead two very different lives, with very different goals. You were never able to meet in the middle. Either you’re too busy or he is. At least it was like that. Now that the two of you have been broken up for the better half of a year, suddenly the two of you have all of the time in the world to pretend you don’t want to get back together.

Despite seeing Mark multiple times a week, this vacation for you could have been your first and only chance to really sort out these feelings. You could have talked about it, you could have admitted your faults and wishes, your dreams even. But not with him there. Mostly because you’d definitely end up admitting before he does if he still feels the same.

So now, here you are laughing at some joke that wasn’t even funny, and there he is, texting someone with full focus. Part of you wonders who he could be texting when all of your friends are right here in the same room, but you try to not think of it too much.

“What about you? Do you want to go?” Your friend asks you, mentioning a local club that, apparently, offers all sorts of experiences.

You nod, glancing over to Mark, who was already looking at you. The thing is, this little club trip is for the girls only. Meaning, Mark can’t go. He can’t go and see you get all touchy with some other guy and that, oddly, upsets him. He doesn’t want you to go. Then again, he’s not your boyfriend so he doesn’t have a say in it. Even if he were, he knows he still wouldn’t be able to stop you.

The club was a bust just as expected. You danced with both women and men, your friends urged you to open up and have fun, to loosen the reigns on your heart and get laid for the first time since Mark last touched you. It wasn’t possible though, even in your tipsy state, no one had his face, his voice, or his hands.

Still you at least try to indulge as a man presses his non-mark cock against your ass in a heated dance. You try even harder when the man’s voice heats up your skin and forces the goose bumps to swell. Are you finally tipsy enough? Did this man make a break through? Turning to face him, you’re hit with the reality that even if you have every right to be out here having fun, you’re just not. The goosebumps sink back into your skin the moment this man makes eye contact with you.

He looks so eager and willing to come home with you, but your face is all he needs to get the hint.

“What happened?” Your friend chimes out as you take a seat on a cushion beside her. “He was hot, why did he leave?”

You look at her with an exhausted face and a shrug, the drinks in you doing little to calm your nerves knowing that you’d just have to go back to your temporary home where Mark is waiting.

“You look like you want to leave.” She pats your shoulder, knowing full well that she’s having a much better time than you are, but you’re thankful that she picks up on your needs. “Do you want to?”

You nod, but insist that she can stay and have fun with the others that are still somewhere on the dancefloor being enticed by all sorts of new people. Ignoring her arguments, you were happy to see her finally agree and lean in for a swift kiss to the forehead.

“Make it back safe, okay?” She says, dipping her head to look at you. “We will get you out of this funk before the trip is over, I promise.”

An assuring nod from you at that, but you know deep down that you’ll go home twice as exhausted from your heart as you already are.

Walking through that door felt like you were between two different situations you didn’t want to be in. Situation one being at a club where Mark isn’t, and situation two being in a house where he is.

Thankfully, you walk in to an empty kitchen and living room. Weird, but you appreciate the silence as you slip off your shoes with a deep sigh. Running your fingers over your face, you make your way to the fridge to grab yourself some water.

“Have fun?”

Mark’s voice startles you, causing you to jump back from the fridge with a slam of the door and a small yelp. You look over at him in question, noting his loose t-shirt and sweat pants. You remember wearing that specific shirt many times before having to give it back along with his other things.

“The guys went out too, I wasn’t feeling it tonight.” He says, noticing the confusion on your face. "Well? Did you have fun?”

You just look at him, the atmosphere instantly feeling heavy because it’s the first time since you’ve broken up that the two of you were in a room alone together.

“Yeah, it was fun.” You laugh, trying to shake off the nervousness you feel around a man that once made you feel so at home.

Maybe the reason he doesn’t feel like home anymore is that you’re searching for it in everyone else but failing. Maybe it’s because he locked the doors and swallowed the key.

“Oh? Did, um, did you meet anybody?” He looks away from you when he asks. What business is it of his to ask anyway?

“Yeah.” You say back in a cold tone, stepping out of the kitchen and preparing to head to your room.

Mark can’t stop you, and does his best to forget that you definitely ignored him when he tried to ask you to stay before leaving for your room.

The silence in the house didn’t last long. One minute you’re drifting to sleep at the muffled sounds of whatever the fuck Mark is watching in the living room, the next minute you can hear the front door swing open with loud laughter.

“Mark! You’ll never guess who we ran into!” One of the male friends shouts with glee before moving to the side and presenting the group of girls who forbid them from joining their club night.

You can hear all of your friends in the best of moods, but to you, you know that escaping Mark would have been impossible anyway. If you had stayed at the club, you’d have ran into Mark with the others, and you would have probably had to sit and watch him sweet-talk someone that isn’t you.

“Oh, is she sleeping?” You hear echoing through the hallway and under your door.

With a groan, you pull yourself out of bed and head for the room of chaos.

For a while, the party continues. Everyone is drunk save for you and Mark, and everyone is slowly showing signs of exhaustion by the time the clock hits four in the morning. The loudness of the laughter begins to fade away and be replaced with hushed whispers. Pairs of your friends going off into bedrooms and shared rooms in order to stumble to their beds to rest. You follow suit, opting to disappear with the other faces in the room before Mark can make eye contact with you again.

Not even an hour passes by before the house is almost entirely silent. You’re drifting for a second time when your phone vibrates aggressively against you. In a sigh, you check the screen. You’re awake now. Wide awake.

Mark: can we talk?

You feel at a loss, remembering how full this text box used to be. You had deleted all of your conversations save for one single text several months ago where he wished you a happy birthday. It felt about as empty as your heart does at the very thought of ‘talking’ with him.

Of course, the most you thing you could possibly do in this moment is go against what your gut is telling you. You lift yourself from the bed and tip-toe back into the living room where Mark is lounging against one of the sofas watching a nearly-muted sitcom.

You look at him, sleepy and exhausted, and he looks back at you much the same.

“Did you really meet someone?” He asks softly when you walk closer to him.

You don’t miss the way his face falls a bit when you nod to him. You did meet people, but that didn’t mean that you kept them.

“Why are you being so nosy about it?” You try to argue, sitting down on a different sofa next to the one he’s claimed.

“You came back so early. I knew you didn’t want to go.” He whispers back protectively. “You shouldn’t have gone. You could have stayed here with me.”

“Mark, I left specifically to get away from you.” You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration, not yet wanting to look at him again.

“Why!?” He asks in a slightly louder whisper. ”I’m always trying to spend time with you, and you always blow me off!”

In a fit of all of your emotions bubbling to the top, at the worst of times in this darkened silent house, you release your feelings as if he were a diary.

“Because you’re too much for me to be around. I can’t look at anyone else anymore, i cant even look at you the way I want to.”

Mark winces at your tone but his eyebrows raise a bit.

“What do you mean?” He asks for clarification, knowing that the subject is touchy.

“It means I miss you. I miss being able to look at other men and know why I felt no interest. I miss when you’d be beside me, and not always in front of me and out of reach.” You spill more, realizing that this is the absolute worst thing you could do to yourself.

He doesn’t say anything after that, and instead stands up from the couch and walks over to you. Looking down at you, every feeling that never went away was confirmed.

“So, you too?” He asks, gently placing himself beside you and hesitating to move your hair from your face so that he can see you.

You look at him for the first time since you’d finally released how you felt, though you could argue having much more to say. His eyes are just as shining as they always have, and you missed looking into them for more than a mere second of awkward eye contact. He looks at you the same way he always did.

“Can I kiss you?”

Shocked, you glance down to his lips and want nothing more than to feel them against you again, even for just a second.

“No, no.” You say, backing away from the void you know you’re about to fall into. “Not like this.”

You look around the room, wondering who could be listening in. Anyone could walk in and call out this mistake the two of you are making. They could point, laugh, and mock the fact that you’ve been hurting so badly just to hear his voice speak to you as more than what you were.

“Not like what?” He pulls back, reaching for your face to turn your attention back to him. “Not when i’m literally, always, trying to get you alone so that we can talk? So that we can work out whatever the fuck happened between us before?”

Your eyes widen, realizing that maybe, he’s just like you. Maybe, you avoided him without entire intent, assuming that he’s already moved on while thinking you’d be perfectly fine with it.

It’s almost like you’re breaking free from a glass bottle filling with water, the truth of it all hits you so hard that you can physically feel it pushing you closer to him, leaning against him, looking into his eyes with a sort of ‘please don’t be lying to me’ look.

He looks back at you just as intently, holding you steady as you lean closer and closer.

“Do we really even need to talk about it at this point?” He whispers, looking to your lips and being unable to take his eyes away from them.

He doesn’t even see you shake your head before you’re feeling all of the things you’d missed at once. His lips, soft and plush against your own. His breath hikes up like it always did when you kissed him, as if it were always a first time. His tongue still felt the same, and held the same skill as before when he began to use it. You wonder if he kissed anyone else while the two of you were separated. You wonder if he used it in other ways, for other women to cry out for him.

The thoughts are erased the moment he breaks his own walls down. It happened so fast, his hands holding the back of your head and adjusting to lean himself on top of you, all the way until you’re lying on your back with him breathlessly giving himself to you through his lips.

Truth of the matter is that, Mark tried to get with other women. He tried to move on and let you be free, but he couldn’t. He hasn’t done more than hug a woman since the two of you broke up and he kind of hopes, though embarrassing, that you can tell by his excitement.

The temperature in the room begins to feel hot as he kisses you, his hands going from different parts of your body that he missed the most, but you stop him when he reaches to your thighs. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at you with question.

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed–” Mark assures you when he notices you lift your head to check the room.

He’s right, but the worry of someone walking in on the moment you needed most still bothers you. On any other day, you’d be floored to know Mark wanted you again, and you would let him have you at any moment in any place. Now that it’s happening though, you almost wonder if the two of you should retire into a room with a door.

“Just, try to stay quiet, okay?” He dips down to whisper against your neck, simultaneously prying your legs apart with his own. “If you want me to stop, just tell me–but–”

He presses his fingers beneath the hem of your pajama pants and lifts his head to look at you. You know what this look is, and it’s something you’ve never been able to resist. His eyes are almost pleading.

“You always look so good like this, do you really expect me to not try?” He admits, trailing his fingers lower and lower to toy with your slick folds, tracing a finger up and down. He groans at how much he’s missed this, and coos at the way you react the same way you always did when he eagerly presses his fingers into you.

He listens closely to the sounds your body makes as he works you apart with his fingers, all while kissing as much exposed skin against your neck as he can.

“You still get so wet for me after all of this time–” He mumbles as he begins to lift your shirt with his other hand. “I swear, you drive me insane.”

#mark smut #mark lee smut #[mark]#nct smut

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candyskiez · 9 months

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fuck it. my probably bad toh au ideas that are probably not very original. free to use with credit, also maybe tag me so I can see what you do with them. these are mostly just prompts so have fun my dudes.

lilith and luz go through the wrong timepool, just a few years earlier. they end up meeting caleb wittebane and evelyn, and they ask if they know a man named philip wittebane. this changes everything. (how it changes is up to you! lilith and luz going through a wrong timepool in general could be a great prompt. back to beginning of belos' reign, in the middle of it, etc etc. lot of potential.)

an au where belos possessed caleb somehow (dunno how Plausible this would be but fun to think abt)

an au where camila had never seen vee as luz (and thus has No Idea where luz is after the portal is cut off, oops), and vee instead was found a while later in a different form. maybe even in her basilisk form by a kid who just got back from that stupid "stop being neurodivergent" camp. their names masha, and this girls running away from home and REALLY cagey about the details. obviously veesha but also masha's garbage homelife, vee terrified of being caught and hated, camila terrified and having no clue where her daughter is, luz trauma,,, just a lot of ouch

luz comes to the boiling isles much younger, gets lost and has no clue how to get home she ends up meeting a musician named raine.

eda somehow gets trapped in the human realm.

have fun! again sorry I know these aren't great kdhfjf

#toh spoilers #owl house spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh #the owl house #owl house #toh au #toh aus #veesha #vee #masha #camila noceda #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #emperor belos #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #eda clawthorne

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morose-magnetrix · 3 months

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Hi I saw that you’re a big Lorna Dane fan and that you’ve read a lot of her comics. Do you have a recommended reading list for her?

Hey there! 💚🧲 Thanks for the ask!

I use Travis Starnes’ reading order for my Polaris-athon (https://cmro.travis-starnes.com/character_details.php?character=426) but if you’re just wanting to get into her stories it’s way too much tbh. She has a lot of appearances and it can be difficult to sort through the meaningful ones and the ones where she’s just on the page as a recognizable cameo.

I haven’t managed to read all of her appearances yet - I’ve gotten up to the early 90s, and I’ve read most of her appearances from, like, 2016 onwards. I’m a little behind on Fall of X as well. So there likely are going to be some gaps here, but this would be my recommended reading list for Polaris 🧲 :

Krakoan Age (2019-)

this is the golden age for Polaris in my opinion, and where I’d honestly recommend you start reading!

Leah Williams’ X-Factor: This is where the modern revitalization of Polaris into the It Girl of Krakoa really begins. There is controversy surrounding the final issue of the series due to Prodigy's storyline (see here, here, and here for more info), but overall I really love this run. It’s very queer and does a great job of taking Polaris’ spotty characterization and having her begin a journey of self discovery.

Gerry Duggan’s X-Men: Gerry follows up on Leah’s work here and Polaris really starts to shine. Issue #5 is a standout and a personal favorite, if you only read one issue, it should be this one. She’s in vol. 1 as a main member of the team, and the spin offs from this period (Devil’s Reign X-Men and Death of Doctor Strange: X-Men/Black Knight) are really fun. Plus, Pepe Larraz’s redesign of her for this book is STUNNING.

Alex Segura's 'Control' arc in X-Men Unlimited (#96-99) : this is exclusive to the Marvel Unlimited app, but it’s really great. Lorna’s a cameo queen after leaving Gerry’s book, so it’s a nice centering of her and revisits some of her greatest villains.

Steve Orlando’s Scarlet Witch: Issue #3 is a must read in my opinion, particularly if you’re interested in Lorna’s relationship with her family (it builds off of Williams’ Trial of Magneto, which I love and establishes her PhD, but ultimately I think you can probably skip, it’s more of a Wanda focus).

The Lost Era (2010s)

This is the time period following the Decimation, where a lot of stories... tread water, tbh! Nothing here is essential reading for Polaris.

Lorna spends a lot of this era in the hands of Peter David, who is a vile scum sack of a person (see here for an example). I've read All New X-Factor (2014), where he characterizes her as someone who is completely unhinged and a danger to animals. It's not a fun time tbh. And again, it's Peter David - so I would skip this. You aren't missing much.

Cullen Bunn's X-Men Blue (2017): I've only read the first arc of this run, but it focuses on the time-displaced O5 X-Men (Jean, Warren, Scott, Bobby, Hank). Magneto is mentoring them, so Polaris steps in to keep him from making them too ~evil~. I haven't heard anything good or bad about her appearances in this book, so I can't really recommend one way or another. It's probably safe to skip.

Ed Brisson's Uncanny X-Men (2018): Again, I haven't read this one yet! It's the lead up to the Age of X-Man event, where she also appears. Similarly to X-Men Blue, I haven't really heard anything good or bad about this one. You can skip it if you'd like, it's right before Krakoa pops off which is a soft reboot from the entire franchise.

Decimation Era (2000s)

John Byrne's X-Men the Hidden Years: I haven't read this either yet, but I know some people really like it. It fleshes out a lot of the Silver Age stuff, and it's where Polaris uses the codename Magnetrix (where I got my blog name from lol).

Apocalypse: the Twelve: I have not read this. I have heard only bad things about it lmao. Polaris and Magneto are part of a prophecy about defeating Apocalypse, but it doesn't turn out the way they expect. Skip.

Grant Morrison's New X-Men #132: A transformative issue for Polaris and a HUGE milestone in her character. It deals with the Genoshan genocide, of which Polaris was one of the few survivors. Highly recommend.

Chuck Austen's Uncanny X-Men: So this run is very ~your mileage may vary~ - I haven't read it yet myself. BUT from what I know, Austen really builds on Morrison's trauma that they gave to Lorna, and really takes her away from the assimilationist characterization Peter David gave her. Plus, it has the iconic Magneto wedding dress panel (Uncanny X-Men (1981) #426)

House of M (2005): she's in it, she doesn't really do much! Skip.

Peter Milligan's X-Men: Polaris becomes Pestilence, the horseman of Apocalypse in the Blood of Apocalypse arc beginning in X-Men (1991) #181. I haven't read it, but tbh most Apocalypse storylines between the original X-Factor arc and the Krakoan age are bad, so it's probably safe to skip.

After her spin as Pestilence, Lorna goes to space and joins the Starjammers. I haven't read this yet either, but it seems like fun! Relevant titles would be Uncanny X-Men (1981) Rise and Fall of the Shi'Ar Empire (#475-486), X-Men: Emperor Vulcan #1-5 (2007), and then the War of Kings (2009) event.

1990s

Skip this entire era. She's basically just in Peter David's original run on X-Factor (1986). The artwork is pretty, but the writing comes off as very male gaze-y to me and her character arc is somewhat repetitive.

X-Factor (1986) #186 (eXaminations) is famous for being an in-depth character study of the entire team. It's where we first see Lorna's eating disorder pop up. It's well done, just, well - fuck the writer lol.

Claremont Run (1975-1980s)

Lorna's storyline is overall a little confusing and hard to follow in the Claremont era, mostly because she is a) mind-controlled for most of it and b) not the main plot. So she ends up appearing in random issues, sometimes gone for huge lengths at a time, and then reappears. It's really clear that Chris was interested in working with this character and had some great ideas for her, but she was never one of his main blorbos.

These are the issues you should check out:

Giant Size X-Men (1975): Claremont didn't write this, Len Wein did, but this is really the start of the Claremont run. It has some cool moments for Polaris, including an early example of a mutant circuit between her and Storm!

X-Men (1963) #97: Lorna and Havok are mind-controlled by Erik the Red (don't worry about it) to fight the X-Men.

X-Men (1963) #125-129: the Proteus arc, Lorna is on Muir island with Havok and helps out. Nothing super critical happens, she just sorta vibes (and enjoys not being mind controlled).

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #145-146: Arcade has kidnapped loved ones of the X-Men, tbh I would recommend reading this just for Polaris' outfit. It's this witchy purple thing that is INCREDIBLE.

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #218-219, 221-222, 239-241, 243, X-Factor (1986) #39: Polaris is possessed by Malice, so now she's fighting against the X-Men... and working for Sinister! It's not technically her, but it's iconic and is a prime example of a running motif of possession for her.

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #249-250: ZALADANE! An iconic retcon, we meet Lorna's long lost sister (again).

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #253-255, 257-258, 269, X-Factor (1986) #69, Uncanny X-Men (1981) #280, X-Factor (1986) #70: Big!Lorna and the Muir Island saga. It's very weird! But I love big!Lorna and her muscles, so we stan. This is also the very weird end of Chris Claremont's main run on the X-Men, where it's very clear the plots got messed with in the wrap-up.

After this, Peter David takes over X-Factor, and he's garbage!

The Silver Age (1960s)

So this is Lorna's debut era, she's an OG member of the X-Men! Unfortunately even here, they never quite know what to do with her. She's very much intended to function as Bobby's love interest, which... doesn't really work out lmao. But I do think this era is fun to read, especially knowing what retcons they're going to build out later on for her, particularly with regards to Magneto.

She's not in too many issues:

Arnold Drake's X-Men (1963) #49-52: Lorna's first appearance! It's super fun, definitely check it out.

Linda Fite's X-Men (1963) #57: Lorna fights a sentinel!

Roy Thomas's X-Men (1963) #58-62: Some more fun moments - Kazar/Sauron arc, and the first appearance of Havok!

Dennis O'Neil's X-Men (1963) #65-66: The Z'nox invasion, Lorna has some cool moments here. Still no codename tho lol.

I'll try to update this as I fill in my gaps, but happy reading!! 🧲💚

#asks #answered asks #lorna dane #polaris #x-men #marvel reading order #polaris reading order #shoutout to cerebro for helping me contextualize all her appearances #connor does the lords work #marvel comics

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outro-jo · 9 months

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Royal Reunion

pairing: best friend prince bang chan (chris) x gn royal reader

type: imagine

warnings: none i don’t think, my writing is probably annoying bc i went a little too fluffy 🙃😂

a/n: i wanted to post this when i had part 2 done and tbh i might not even do a part 2. idk what to call this but just know that i hate the title too

masterlist | info

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“his eyes—no, his smile!”

a face you’ve seen since you were a child and you can’t seem to decide on your favorite feature. thankfully the owner wasn’t inquiring.

“oh, pick something already!” your younger sister groaned.

she had piled into your bed chambers with you while the lightning struck and thunder cracked outside. the poor thing was deathly afraid of storms and you being the protective older sibling must help. it was not only your sibling duty but will eventually be a sworn duty as future ruler, though your tasks would be much more important.

“it’s just so hard because he has the best smile but when i was with him before he had flecks of gold in his dark eyes that reflected with the sun.” you swoon and zone out until a pillow was launched at your head. “hey!”

the thunder outside wanted a word as it shattered once more, sending your baby sister jumping into your arms. you held her tight and close to your chest, resting your head on hers, stroking the soft ringlets of hair.

“do you think he likes you, too?” she asked softly as silence fell on the room once more.

you leaned up and looked down at her, “i’m not sure, little one. i hope he does.” you chewed the inside of your lip in thought.

it had been been quite a few years since you last saw the boy. well, he was a boy then and surely would be a man by now. his own family in the kingdom to the south was no doubt preparing him to begin his reign as king. you smiled at the thought, knowing he would be the best king.

you remember fondly visiting his kingdom once when you were 11. he showed you how to sneak out by the stables and go into town to see the village. it was the first time you had ever seen a bustling town and been able to enjoy it rather than being escorted from place to place to fulfill your schedules. the young prince took you to the market, showing you all kinds of food being made and trinkets being sold, including the bracelet on your wrist with his initial hidden on the inside of the band.

the next morning, you stood in the foyer fidgeting with the very bracelet on your wrist as you anxiously awaited his arrival. you could hardly sleep a wink the night before and it wasn’t the storm keeping you up or the continuing question from the youngest of the family. your mind kept racing all night thinking of him.

would he still care for you? is he still handsome? could you still have fun and run about like children or has time and propriety come to serve as a new master to make things awkward between the two of you?

the incessant, plaguing thoughts were interrupted by a carriage rumbling down the gravel drive.

“THEY’RE HERE! THEY’RE HERE!” you sister cried out and took off to greet them.

“darling!” your mother called to reign her in. “i know you’re excited but let’s not bombard our guests as they arrive.” she held the young girl into her side but she couldn’t contain her for long and it didn’t matter anyways.

the young girl’s best friend of the same age bolted from the carriage before the major domo could even open it and announce their arrival. the girls squealed and embraced each other as the remaining passengers got out one by one to greet their corresponding friend. you waited patiently and smiled as each pair embraced in their own way. the anticipation was killing you though there weren’t many people in the transport. it still seemed to feel like an eternity.

finally you looked up and a head of dark curls poked out of the carriage before the young man stepped out with a crunch to the earth below. the breath your lungs desperately tried to force out got caught along the journey and it all at once felt like the world moved in slow motion.

it was definitely his smile with those dimples.

no, had to be his sparkling eyes.

while your brain began the back and forth, he was approaching you. you suddenly became more worried about what to say. was this real? maybe you were still asleep.

“y/n!”

better than a dream.

“chris! hi!”

though everyone around you had fallen into their familial exchanges, forgoing the air of pompous and stature, chris maintained his composure while somehow radiating a warmth. he bowed his head and sunk down slightly in a bow which you returned graciously. the hoard of newly reunited friends made their way into the large home and began refreshing each other on their lives now. you were the last to enter, or so you thought. a hand caught yours as the others continued unaware as your shot back to the dark eyes that sparkled with mischief. he held a finger to his smiling lips and led you of to the side quickly, leading through the side way to the garden.

though it had been years since chris had graced the halls with his presence, he knew the property like the back of his hand. every room, hall, and inch of marble floor was etched into his memory and he knew exactly where he wanted to take you.

with your hand laced in his, he led you through the green hedge maze in the garden to get blissfully lost in the shrubbery and blossoming flowers. you followed behind, breathless not from the exertion but from the way you heard raced from the moment he took your hand. when he could no longer contain himself, chris stopped in the heart of the labyrinth and took you by the shoulders. he smiled brightly at your wild appearance. your eyes wide in wonder and hair that was neatly tucked back, now loose and flowing in the soft wind. chris couldn’t help himself and he rested a hand at your jaw before leaning in to kiss you softly. your feet suddenly left the ground and colors swirled behind your closed eyes. all too soon his warm, soft lips left yours before you could even realize with your lids still fallen and kiss still reaching for his. the sound of chris’s fond chuckle set your feet back on earth again.

“i missed you.” he confessed softly. “was so worried before coming here that you wouldn’t feel the same or that it had been too long.”

you shook your head frantically. “i worried the same about you.”

his smile grew wider and you could see the visible relief in his shoulders as they fell. chris took this opportunity to look at you the way he longed to when he was away, sending a silent thanks up the helios for casting such a stunning golden hue on your features. his dark irises drinking in every inch of sun-kissed skin before him. he wanted to memorize the way he knew this palace, the way he knew the laws of his kingdom, the way he knew how fast his heart could race your presence.

the questions that plagued you before finally all had their answers. clearly, you two could run around like children and he was more handsome than ever, and most importantly, he probably cared for you more than he ever had. seeing your chris again had you absolutely in the clouds and you were certain that you never wanted to come down.

voice overlapping from the palace broke your trance and the pair of you shot a glance to look before taking off hand in hand again. once more, you raced through the maze until you came out to the other end and were met with your old faithful oak tree. chris led you to the aged wooden swing held up by the old, sturdy rope as he began to push you into the air. as chris pushes you back and forth, you take this opportunity alone to catch up with each other.

being the ones in line for the throne came with an immense pressure, one that you both took incredibly seriously. for chris, he wanted to chance to prove himself. he wanted to care for his people and lead them well. however his biggest reason for accepting such a daunting role was because it meant his little brother wouldn’t have to carry such a burden. chris would do anything to make his siblings life as easy a life as possible.

for you, the title of ruler was never one you were entirely thrilled about. the expectations placed on you were confining and usually held you to an impossible standard you constantly felt you were just short of. it meant being a disappointment and very rarely being allowed to be yourself and do the things you wished. you remember the sinking feeling when your siblings were free to run around the garden while you sat at a table with the arduous task of pleasing an irritable tutor. however, it was the love of your kingdom and the people that kept you on the treacherous path you were destined to.

having this in common meant both you and chris understood each other in ways that very few could. the two of you allowed a freedom with each other that was more rare and precious than any material possession. this freedom made way for a love to bloom where so often a love isn’t even allowed. the stories of monarchs past haunted you, where your ancestors entered a marriage of politics or good breeding rather than affections that were frequently neglected. you wanted to step out of the shadows of the past to live a live where you could express your affections freely and have the returned. that’s where chris came in.

the sun began to return to its resting place, painting the skies with reds, oranges, and pinks to welcome the arrival of the solemn moon. chris opened up to you about the struggles he had faced over the last years in his solitude that mirrored your own challenges of late. though he shared, he never complained which was more than you could say but chris always appreciated your honesty and opinions. the conversation continued well until the stars came out and the two of you had moved to lay in the tall grass. your head rested on his arm, bodies laid pressed to each other and your hands meeting in the middle to lace in and out of one another. neither of you cared for the dinner bell that was called or the voices that cried out in the dusk beckoning your return. finally after your lady-in-waiting had come to collect you, chris agreed it was time to retire for the night.

a small ache began to form in your chest as you would have to spend the night without him but the excitement of seeing him with the return of dawn was enough to stave you off until your next meeting. you said your goodbyes by candlelight and chris gave his parting with a tender kiss to the back of your hand. you walked back to your room with the same hand held to your chest and a lovesick grin on your face. your eyes closed that night and the last images that replayed in your mind were of his sparking eyes and his perfect smile.

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kristinamae093 · 8 months

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Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Hey @jerzwriter! 👋 Thank you so much for sending this my way! This was a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy this silly nonsense I came up with! 🙂

Baking Memories

Everything else can be found here.

Book - TRR

Characters - Constantine, Liam.

Warnings - There's like, one bad word.

Word Count - 2489

A/N 1 - This is a one-shot from my HCTS AU, but this can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. The only thing you really need to know is Constantine didn't die as he did in canon and beat his cancer, but has been diagnosed a second time. Kyla (F!OC) is mentioned but not present, so I guess this takes place sometime between the previous chapter and the next.

A/N 2 - I slipped in the third @choicesflashfics prompt — “Why are you being so weird?” that will be bolded.

A/N 3 - (last one) - thank you SO MUCH @ao719 for reading through this for me and your suggestions! Any errors found are mine and mine alone, and I didn't really edit this a whole lot to be honest, so...... There's your warning lol 🙃.

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Constantine Rys was once a hard man; born and bred for royalty, he never got to enjoy and experience the little things in life. It never bothered him before, considering he was the reigning monarch of an entire nation with the world at his fingertips. However, since his retirement he found himself longing to experience all the things he missed out on. Today specifically, he wanted to learn how to bake; not just anything, a very specific recipe.

His first wife was clueless in the kitchen and Regina knew very little, but Eleanor spoiled him with various baked goods consistently while she was alive. When she found the time for it Constantine never understood, but she always had warm cookies for him and the children to enjoy. He'll never forget the memories of retiring to his quarters after a long day and opening the door to hear the boys and Eleanor’s laughter, accompanied by the sweet, heavenly smell of whatever she prepared for them that day.

Now, especially since his time left on earth was limited, he wanted to learn all these things he never had the opportunity to experience before. He found an instructor and Bastien vetted the person before scheduling a private lesson right in his quarters. His intention was to set everything up so Kyla could join him, but the teacher was only available on a specific day and Kyla was off. He knew she would still come if he asked, but he didn't want to impose on her personal time. Regina was his backup, but unfortunately, that day was a no from her as well.

Even so, Constantine was still excited about his lesson. It may only be a class of one, but he was looking forward to putting his new skill to use.

A knock sounded on his door and he quickly scurried over to answer it. On the other side stood Bastien, a woman who he assumed to be his 'teacher', and Liam, who Constantine hadn't told. It wasn't that he was trying to hide anything or keep secrets; he initially wanted to recruit Liam for this venture to begin with. However, he knew all too well how busy a Friday afternoon was as a solo monarch and figured it would be of no use to ask. However, his unexpected presence made Constantine hopeful that perhaps they would get to share this experience after all.

"Son! What're you doing here?"

"I just so happened to be taking my lunch when I saw Bastien with Mrs. Finch." Liam motioned to the woman with a polite smile. "Care to explain to me why you're having bakers come to your quarters?"

"She's going to teach me."

"You want to bake?" Liam asked with an arched brow.

"Precisely."

"Why?"

"Do you remember those cookies your mother would make? The molasses ones?"

Liam's mouth involuntarily started watering. "I do… That's what you want to make?"

"Eventually I'd like to try other things, but that's where I’ll start. I haven't had them in years and the staff just can't make them the way she did, anyway. I was hoping if I took some lessons, perhaps I could give it a go." Constantine stopped talking as he took in Liam's nostalgic expression. "Care to join us?"

"I don't bake, or – haven't in quite a while."

"Then this is the ideal time to perfect your skills!" Constantine hopefully suggested.

Liam's face instantly fell at seeing him so excited. "I really wish I could, but I have a meeting soon."

Constantine was trying his hardest to smile, but on a few occurrences he realized Liam was doing what he'd done to him and Leo for years; putting the crown first. He never realized how much it truly hurts to be left alone when the person you're longing to spend time with is occupied. Of course, he understood Cordonia does ultimately have to come first, but perhaps since his time was limited he was beginning to develop a love-hate relationship with the word duty.

"Ah, I see... No worries, son." Constantine sadly smiled and motioned for the woman to come in. "If everything goes right, perhaps I can bring you some."

"Thanks…"

The woman stepped inside and disappeared with Constantine. Liam remained outside the door, suddenly feeling guilty for leaving. His whole life all he wanted was a genuine relationship with his father, and now that he'd been blessed with it he often had to put the crown first. However, now that his father's time left was dwindling, he found it was practically impossible to walk away.

"Bastien," Liam started, "Clear my schedule for the day – no, the weekend. I'm unavailable unless it's an emergency."

Bastien smiled and bowed. "Of course, sir."

Liam made his way inside his father's quarters to the in-suite kitchen and couldn't help but laugh as he saw his father wearing a white, puffy chef's hat. When Constantine looked up and saw Liam enter, the pure excitement radiating off of him was enough to fill Liam’s heart so full he was sure it would burst any moment.

"Liam! What're you doing here?"

"As it turns out, I had a cancellation." Liam winked.

"Get in here, then! You need a toque as well."

"I don't think–"

"We are pastry chefs right now; it's absolutely necessary." Constantine held out a hat to him.

Liam stared at it for a long moment before he took it and reluctantly put it on. "Happy?"

"Elated. Now, Mrs. Finch, what are we doing?"

"First we'll start by creaming the sugars and butter together." She showed the pair her measurements, as well as how to soften the butter. Using a hand-held mixer, she swirled the bowl until the task was completed before continuing, "Now, the eggs. The biggest thing to remember is don't over mix, or your cookies won't turn out properly."

Constantine nodded and picked up an egg from the supplies laid before him. “I’ve never done this before…” He held it up with furrowed brows as he intently studied it. "How do we get – inside?"

Mrs. Finch laughed. "We have to break it, sir. See? Like this." She gently cracked an egg on the counter and emptied it into the bowl. Liam silently chuckled at Constantine's flabbergasted expression; something so simple was blowing his mind, and his elation was incredibly contagious. "It's easy, you just need a hard surface. You try."

Constantine nodded and tried to mimic her by using the counter, but that resulted in multiple yolks in his palm after a number of failed attempts. Finally, he looked around the area searching for a different surface to try when he got the perfect idea. He took the egg and although he intended to lightly tap it, he ended up smashing it against Liam's forehead; the egg splattered but thankfully most of his hair was shielded by his new accessory. However, the yolk and slimy membrane started dripping down his face, accompanied by the remaining shells.

Liam squeezed his eyes closed as the goo slipped over them and his mouth fell open in shock, but he quickly closed it to not ingest anything. He felt something soft on his forearm and blindly reached out to accept a towel someone offered him.

After cleaning his face, Liam turned to Constantine with narrowed eyes. "Seriously?!"

"I guess I do still have some strength left." Constantine nervously chuckled before he added, "I apologize, son, I had no intentions of being so… brute."

"Why my head, though?!"

"She said a hard surface…"

"Ha. Ha." Liam grabbed an egg and without breaking eye contact used one hand and cracked it perfectly against the side of the bowl. "Gently, grasshopper – and it goes inside the bowl."

Constantine’s mouth fell open. "You may be upset, but you will not refer to me as a bug–"

"It's – Nevermind… Mrs. Finch, please continue."

She did as instructed and walked them through the various steps to make the cookies, plus gave them tips and tricks along the way to help make sure the recipe turned out correctly. They sifted their dry ingredients together in a separate bowl and were preparing to combine everything together, but Constantine insisted he wanted to be the one to use the hand mixer this time. Liam was absolutely reluctant, but ultimately caved after a five-minute debacle.

Liam stood beside him watching Constantine's every move; so far, he was doing incredibly well with this specific job. Mrs. Finch was slowly adding their dry ingredients and Liam started to relax, thinking that things were smooth sailing from here on out.

His phone rang and he stepped away to answer it but remained in Constantine's line of sight. Liam spoke with furrowed brows, his face red, and Constantine could tell he was speaking sternly; it instantly piqued his interest.

The conversation was short and Liam reappeared a moment later completely unfazed. "Who was that?" Constantine practically shouted over the mixer still whirring in his hand. Liam answered, but Constantine couldn't hear him. "What?!" Again, Liam said something, but Constantine couldn't make it out.

There was text beside each button on the machine, but they were so small Constantine couldn't see which one was labeled power. He ended up increasing the speed to the maximum setting, causing the mixer to shake and vibrate in his hand. Liam walked back beside him and spoke again, but Constantine paid him no attention as he was trying to read the tiny prints. Instead of leaning over to try and find the correct one, he decided to bring the mixer to eye level.

It happened in slow motion; everything was fine one second, and the next their still very thin batter was flying all over the front of Liam’s suit. Constantine naturally turned his direction to Liam instantaneously as he held the mixer at arm's length, away from his own body. The machine continued to forcefully whirl until the beaters were clean, all its contents now covering the front of Liam’s face, body, and a little of the surrounding area. Liam could only stand there in shock; mouth agape, arms raised, completely flabbergasted.

Constantine finally pushed the correct button and the mixer slowly stopped. He had a sheepish smile as he lowered it back into the bowl before speaking in a soft, timid voice. "The good news is there's still plenty left…"

Liam only stared at Constantine with narrowed eyes. Constantine nervously chuckled and swiped his finger across Liam’s cheek before licking the contents. "Mmm – delicious indeed." Liam opened his mouth to speak, but Constantine quickly added, "Don't be mad, son… It was simply a mistake…"

Liam took a deep breath and slowly let it out to keep his composure. "I'm not upset," A vengeful, mischievous idea struck him. He smirked and said, "matter of fact, perhaps we should hug this out."

"I don't think that's–" Constantine tried to protest, but soon found himself engulfed in Liam’s strong arms. He looked down and saw Liam rubbing his face on his shirt, thoroughly cleaning it, and couldn't help but chuckle. "I suppose I deserved that."

Mrs. Finch was quick to take over and simply talked them through the rest of the process to avoid any more mishaps, although they did help form the cookies. The sweet, heavenly aroma that filled the air as their delicacies baked brought back memories for both. Their goods came out of the oven and Mrs. Finch was dismissed, paid very well for her services, and Constantine even insisted she take some with her.

Now, they were simply relaxing on the couch, enjoying the product of their work, and reminiscing with a cup of hot tea. Although they were missing Leo and Regina, it was nice for just the two of them to relive moments they’d shared while creating new memories at the same time. Constantine expected his ‘class’ to be rather boring but informative; never did he think it would turn into a chaotic, beautiful memory for him to relive for the rest of his limited days.

"Liam," Constantine started as he sat forward and grabbed another cookie. "Thank you for joining me today. I know things didn’t go quite as smoothly as they could have, but I'm thankful you were here… I had fun."

Liam smiled. "I’m glad… There were definitely some mishaps–” He stopped to rub his forehead. “–but I had fun too. And, these cookies turned out amazing."

"I concur. Mrs. Finch did an excellent job and I have to say, they are quite close in comparison to your mother's."

"Here, here," Liam agreed whilst holding his cookie up to Constantine, which he returned before they both took a large bite. Liam swallowed and spoke again, "Listen… I know I'm busy, but I'll always try to make time for stuff like this – especially now…" He trailed off with a sad expression.

Constantine signed and patted Liam on the knee. "I know. But I'm also aware of how demanding the Crown is. I don't want you canceling obligations on my account – again." He gave Liam a knowing look.

Liam held his free hand up in surrender. "It wasn't that important! Neville comes here and bitches consistently, I'm sure he'll be back in a few days."

Constantine couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps I could give you a warning next time, then… So you can try to pencil your old man in." He playfully grinned.

Now, it was Liam’s turn to laugh. "You don't need 'penciled in', but a notice would be appreciated."

"Done," Constantine suddenly stood and extended his hand. Liam shoved his last bite into his mouth and took it, confused, but Constantine was quick to pull him into a tight hug as Liam rose. "I love you, son."

"I love you too."

Their moment hung for a few seconds before Constantine stepped away with a bright smile. "Let's plan our next endeavor! It'll need to be during Kyla's work time, which proves beneficial to the both of us…" He stopped talking to wiggle his eyebrows. "Actually... What would you like to do? Perhaps something to woo her? We could go to a massage–"

"Why are you being so weird?” Liam interjected. "You decide what you want to do and we'll figure everything out from there."

"Hmmm…" Constantine trailed off, deep in thought. He snapped his finger a moment later. "We enlist Duchess Olivia and–"

"I'm going to stop you right there; anything pertaining to Olivia means weapons and that's an automatic no." Constantine tried to retort, but Liam held a hand up. "Do I really have to pull the King card again? Think of something else, and we'll talk."

Constantine opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head and mumbling something as he sat. "What was that?" Liam asked with an amused grin.

"I said you can be a bit of a hard ass sometimes."

Liam smirked and confidently replied, "I learned from the best."

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nopenototdaysatan · 4 months

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I would be very interested to hear your Green headcanons (or any other headcanons you have) if you would be willing to share :))

no pressure tho<3

Yessssssssssss! Hello friend. Welcome to the chaos because I have been wanting to talk about my colors (plus Zelda and Shadow) playlist for forever and now I have a reason to do it.

But, before I start I need to explain some stuff and give the link. I've been listening to a lot of Gen Z Alt so, the themes are a little more dark and mature which will come into play in different ways for each of them. Some it's just the darker things they had to handle during their quest others it's post adventure and how they respond to that adventure. I had a lot of fun with this so, let's begin. Here's the link to the playlist:

Blue: "Angry Too" by Lola Blanc-

Blue starts off the playlist because they're my current favorite color. And because this song is fantastic. I don't think I could have ever found a better song for Blue and I take no criticisms on this song. It feels perfect for both the anger Blue struggles with in game and how I think they would struggle with it post game. To me this song shows the balancing act of reasonable anger and anger that is just there to hurt. Lola talks about how she tries to reign in her anger and yet how she still feels angry in spite of it even if she has control. She also talks about her anger not being seen when she has truly been hurt. And that is something I could see Blue struggling with because when is it okay to go bat shit insane and when do you need to hold it close and bury it deep.

I would also like to say that I absolutely love the trans!girl Blue head canons. I don't know what about trans!girl Blue makes me so happy but it just fucking does.

Favorite lyrics for Blue in the song:

I don't wanna be the monster in the making

I don't know how to be, just standing by blankly

If you knew what I knew you would be angry too

Oh good girl. Why you upset? Guess they have forgotten what they did

Green: "Throne (ft. Neoni)" by Lost Identities Remix

The reason we are here. People can drag this song from green over my dead body. CX

Let me first give some context for this. I've always seen Green as a leader even though we really don't see much of it canonically. He just has the aptitude for it and would be the most reasonable of the four to do it. I can't see anyone else doing it. Now, this is where my old college leadership minor comes in. There are numerous different leadership styles let alone getting into the what you need to be classified as a leader or the ethics of it. We're gonna keep it simple tonight though. The main component of a leader is to be able to guide a group of people to complete a goal. The style I see in Green is Servant leadership. You normally aren't going to as easily notice Servant leaders as they aren't generally giving the orders. They instead help and guide their team along the path to achieving their goal. Now, I could actually see him being a more standard style of leadership like giving orders to others( he also has a lot more interactions with the knights so he would have their trust.) but to those who are closer to him he won't. He'll just guide them to success. Now, that my need to blather about leadership has been satisfied let's talk about the song.

I see this song talking about two different things. Either this is calling out Vio right before they fight or this is him letting anyone know that fucking with his princess will be met with annihilation. In essence he's over here saying back up and back off before he uses his skills (and leadership) to make you wish you had never thought of this. This song to me really shows how far he could go if pushed to the extreme.

Green is Zelda's right hand man. Prove me wrong.

Favorite lyrics for Green:

So, you wanna go to war with me? Talking to me like you're royalty? You think that I'm afraid... But I don't break.

So, you wanna be my enemy? You better know that I won't kiss the ring.

I don't belong with your nobility. Who died and made you king of anything?

Red: "My favorite things" by Elliot Lee -

Red! The hardest one to find a song for. Oh God, it took me forever to find something good for him. This isn't even his first song I had a different one originally to keep with the darker themes but it was also way too dark and just felt more like an extreme version of him than just a mature version of him. Then came along this masterpiece.

Context time again!!! My grandmother had a music box with the original of this song that was placed in my brother and I's room when we stayed there as kids. The og version of this song is my childhood. The whimsy, innocence, love and beauty of being a kid. So, when I found this song after reading a really good red chapter on AO3 I knew this was the one.

It's dark and gritty but the words are about all these things you love as kids. It's the perfect epitome of Red and how even in the worst parts of their adventure he still keeps to his heart and believes in others. His strength of heart is amazing and needed to be treated with respect on this playlist.

Favorite lyrics for Red:

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things

When I'm feeling Sad I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.

Vio: "VILLAIN" by Neoni -

Vio is a pain in the ass as expected of him. I actually have a smaller playlist for him but none of those songs vibes for what I wanted for this playlist. I needed to show both his darkness and his light. He couldn't be one without the other and this felt good for that. He needed to be both the good guy and the bad guy or in this song both the hero and the villain.

Vio is complicated and as much as the manga feels like it tries to put his allying with shadow as him deceiving shadow the whole time, I just don't believe it. I think there's a little bit of darkness to him that he is willing to let out to achieve his goals and though his goals are righteous his actions still cause harm. And this song gave me that vibe through both the music and lyrics.

It's a song of feeling at the end of your rope and deciding to say fuck what everyone else thinks I'm gonna do what is necessary to make everything better no matter what it is. This is one of the songs I don't think many people would disagree with me on.

Love when people decide that Vio says fuck gender it's a nuisance because same.

Favorite lyrics for Vio:

Lavishes and sycophants while we are out here suffering

As you pretend, fake innocence; I'll play my tiny little violin

If I can't be your hero I'll be your Villain

I'm the monster you created. How could you ever forget me now.

All the kings horses and all the kings men can't put my sanity together again

And now to the two who cannot be ignored and are the true stars of the show: Shadow and Zelda!!!!!

Shadow: "LOVE AND WAR" by AViVA

This is just canon.

But seriously, if you want a song talking about the betrayal and confusion shadow must have felt at the end then this is it.

The song tells the story about having loved someone only to find them gone and not knowing whether they actually loved them or not. And what to do now? They have no idea. The only truth they have is that all fair in love and war. Shadow had grown a strong friendship with Vio and was hoping that they would be together for life only for Vio to betray him and now he doesn't know what to do. He's stuck in this in between of continuing to follow Vaati and Ganon or going after his once friend and whatever that may involve. Having to choose between someone who actually saw him and living. Living himself or watching the one person he cared about be destroyed by Ganon and Vaati. It's heartrending and this song really shows the confusion and dread behind these moments.

Cat shadow headcanon is best headcanon. Liquid shadow is a good boy.

I find it hilarious that so many of us look at shadow and just see a future good boy and then look at Vio and see the darkness he could be. The two really bring out the other part of each other both good and bad.

Vidow is characteristic tragedy and I love that about them. Realistically they would never be able to work due to how they hurt each other but that's the beauty of it.

Favorite lyrics for Shadow:

You were there but now you're not. I couldn't keep up and now you're gone.

This friendship was pretend. I meant it. Now, it's dead.

I still don't know what to do.

You've cut my heart from me. You run from me. But I trusted you so. Just let you fight with me. Fight for me. Now I really don't know.

All's fair in love and war. You were there but now you're not.

Zelda: "Army" by Besomorph, Arcando, Neoni -

The leading lady of the hour is here!!! Just like Shadow's song this is just canon. I will be taking no criticisms on this either. I will fight anyone who thinks she just stood there. You do not get Zelda being able to actually change Shadow's mind from her doing nothing. She was absolutely working to change Shadow and help him become the good boy we all know and love. It wasn't just Vio that helped Shadow. Zelda played her part in this and that is why "Army" fits her perfectly.

She would do anything for the colors and Shadow. She has their back every single God damn day and she would fight anyone who dares to fuck with her best friend and hero. And she has an actual fucking army if they need it. Zelda is their main support and she wields that trust gracefully. Zelda if anyone ever dared to talk shit about the colors + shadow: "What did you just say about this country's hero and my very dearest friend?(said threateningly)"

Love fsa's Zelda.

Also, Zelda/Green with both being super protective of each other but in such a way that the other doesn't know. They threaten each other's enemies on the down low and tell no one else. CX

Favorite lines for Zelda:

Seeing monsters out your window, no you can't sleep you pretend though.

You don't have to play the hero

Cause I got you like you got me

If you're going to war then I'm going with you. Pick up my sword there's nothing I won't do.

Swear on my breath that I breath I will never retreat I will be your army

When your nightmares turn to real life, when your mind's filled with landminds, we will face it standing side by side

Thank you for coming to my Tedtalk! *Takes a bow*

#four swords adventures #four swords manga #red link #blue link #vio link #green link #loz #shadow link #Zelda #this originally had a link song but it barely works and wasn't giving the message I wajted it too so to the drawing board.#look at them!!!!#they're adorable #the colors are so much fun and I just genuinely love their content so much #hope everyone enjoys the playlist

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heartofstanding · 9 months

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So, Helen Maurer thinks Margaret Beaufort killed the Princes? But... Maurer is a respected historian in the WOTR field, isn't she? She had a book on Marguerite of Anjou, right? Have you read her article, her reasons to think it was Margaret Beaufort? I'm baffled, I thought this theory was just admitted ok the "Gregoryverse", and that serious historians had more likely candidates (like Uncle Richard)

Hi, sorry for the delay in responding to this ask, I wanted to read the article before doing so. Yes, Helen Maurer is a respected historian and was one of the first to re-evaluate Margaret of Anjou's reputation and her research directly challenges a lot of pre-conceived notions of Margaret as the evil she-wolf - her book on Margaret is pretty much the standard and it's really good. Maurer is also, afaik, the first person to name Margaret Beaufort as a "main suspect" in the deaths of the Princes.

Does Maurer actually think Margaret Beaufort killed the Princes? Well, yes and no. Firstly, she says in the preface to the 2000 republication (the article was first published in 1983; the 2000 republication can be read here (pdf)) that her intention was to have "some fun" and construct a story "consistent with the arguments laid out, which would also compete on the level of 'story' with Shakespeare's marvelous concoction". In other words, her theory isn't an academic argument for What Really Happened (she's evasive about whether she really agrees with the conclusions of her article), but an attempt to offer up an alternative story that's just as compelling as Shakespeare's version.

Secondly, her conclusions are significantly different from the usual "Margaret Beaufort killed the Princes" story. For Maurer, Margaret may or may not have influenced the Duke of Buckingham into realising the Princes had to be killed but it was Buckingham who convinced Richard III that it had to be done. Then, "the order [was] given, by the only man" (that is, Richard III) "who had the power to give it".

I'm not very familiar with this stage of the Wars of the Roses to be able to properly assess Maurer's arguments and judgements. Keeping that in mind, I think it hangs reasonably well together as a story of one possible version of their deaths. We don't know what happened to the Princes, we probably never will - even if their remains are found and conclusively identified as them, it won't tell us who killed them or the exact details of their death.* As it is, this reconstruction fits with the evidence and arguments Maurer presents and it does make some sense - it's the least idiotic version of "Margaret Beaufort killed the Princes" that I've read.

That's probably because, in Maurer's reconstruction, Margaret's guilt is limited. She realises the "need" for their death and might have nudged Buckingham in that direction, if he needed nudging, but it is Buckingham who convinces Richard and Richard who orders their murders. Maurer's version of Margaret's intriguing also casts doubt on the idea that Buckingham needed much convincing, if any, to kill the Princes:

Once Richard's replacement had been contemplated, within the perceived instability of a situation where rivals to his throne (the Princes) already existed, it was but a short step to recognizing that the Princes would have to go. If they threatened Richard, they would be an even greater threat to anyone who supplanted him. I believe that Margaret understood this. She would have had more reason to think about this aspect of the situation than Buckingham. It was her son who, at this early point, toward the beginning of Richard's reign, was directly threatened by the sense of instability. Buckingham was not. But it may be that Buckingham had already, on his own, considered murdering the Princes, either to further secure Richard's title and his own ascendancy, or for other, more far-reaching reasons. Whether Buckingham had already thought about it or whether it was just now suggested to him by Margaret, I believe it most likely that their communication on the matter was circuitous and cautious, neither one willing to openly commit to such a course in the other's presence. One of them may have observed that if Richard were to order the Princes' deaths, the suspicions already being cast upon him might be expected to multiply and turn to active opposition. And there I believe they left it, without a definite conclusion.

It's worth noting that the original article is 40 years old and very little was changed for its republication. There appears to have been minimal scholarship on Margaret Beaufort when the article was written and it shows its datedness in other ways, such as the summation of Elizabeth Woodville's character. There have been a lot of new theories about the Princes since then, including the now-popular multitude tof theories that one or both survived (which Maurer, writing in 1983, felt these theories were unconvincing). Maurer also acknowledges, in her 2000 preface, that should she write the article from scratch again, it would be a very different piece.

* This is assuming that the Princes were killed (which I think they were) and that the skeletal remains said to be Princes in the urn at Westminster Abbey aren't actually the Princes, which seems likely. At any rate, the skeletal remains would need to be DNA tested to properly identify them and we still wouldn't know who killed them.

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The Love Hypothesis (Prologue) - Stephen Strange X Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor and reader is a Ph.D. student studying at the same college (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). @eviesaurusrex credit for the photo. For the life of me, I could not find a gif to match the story. Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. Some chapters will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my reinterpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

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Some would say the timing for love and romance was never fair, nor suitable. In most cases, it probably wasn't, but Y/N could use some of that magic just about now. Something to take the edge off the exponential stress growing with each day all because of her dissertation.

The life of a college student was by far, no means easy or as exciting as movies or books painted them out to be. While some aspects, like the copious amounts of coffee consumed to finish that report, were slightly accurate; the exaggeration was obvious on the fun spectrum. Y/N Y/L/N didn't exactly have time nor the mental energy to be doing anything besides working on her dissertation project. Once you decide to even pursue past your Bachelor's, you give up the reigns to any type of social life.

At least that is what she told her best friend. Natasha didn't understand all of the factors playing into the pressure she was under with her thesis. She was focused right now on the fact of Y/N's lacklustre dating life. At least the conversation only began after her and Steve broke things off.

Y/N was a biology graduate and this was her final year - that meant finishing up her thesis and finding someone to, hopefully, fund her research after all of the effort and tears to get here. Frankly, the one occasion that kind of changed her perspective on grad school was an encounter with someone she denoted as 'the Guy'. A guy whose name she never got, but he certainly made an impression.

On the morning of her interview to Columbia's biology department, she stumbled quite fast out of her dorm, without her glasses of course, resorting to an old pair of contacts stashed in her bag.

"Out of curiosity, is there a reason you're crying in my restroom?" A deep voice asked.

She gasped lightly, wiping her eyes gently when her vision blurred even more. Tears leaked from her eyes as she looked up.

Tall, dark haired, man. Certainly wasn't the women's bathroom then.

"...this isn't the women's bathroom, then." She sighed, pulling her hands from her face.

"No, it's not." He replied, a dreamy voice reaching her ears.

"I swear I don't usually do this. I've had a stressful morning."

"It's okay." His voice sounded nice.

"Are you sure?" her face twisted in embarrassment, a heat flushing her face.

"Yes." the voice assured her.

"Really?"

"Fairly, since this is my lab's bathroom and I don't think anyone else will be using it. Not unless they barge in unsuspecting of others."

Yet again, she was stumped.

"I'm so sorry, did you need to...", gesturing to the stall behind her.

"I just needed to pour this reagent down the drain." He said, although she wasn't focused on that and rather self-consciously moving her hands to her face to wipe away at warm sensation in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Sure." She nodded, inhaling lightly as she forced herself to ignore the urge to itch her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you're crying. In my bathroom."

"Oh, I'm not crying. Well, I am, but it's not because of anything, really." She assured.

"No?"

"I forgot my glasses and I might have accidentally put in expired contacts. They were never great to begin with. Don't actually improve my sight that well either..."

"You put in expired contacts?" He almost sounded offended by her statement.

"Yes?" She supposed, slumping against the tile wall. His echo of disapproval was obvious as he questioned her. "A little..."

"What quantifies as 'a little'?"

"A few years, I think."

"What?" His voice was crisp in her ears as he voiced his astonishment.

"A couple years."

"A couple of years." He repeated, “I’m not so sure that’s what they intended with the user guide.”

"It's fine, expiration dates are just a recommendation. Not like it could make my vision any worse than it already is."

"Expiration dates are so I don't find you here crying in the corner of my bathroom."

Why he kept reaffirming it as his bathroom was beyond her. As if he was entitled to the restroom for some other reason.

"It's okay." She waved, "The burning should stop after a few minutes. Or so."

"So you've done this before then?"

"What?"

"Put in expired contacts?"

"Nope." She shook her head, "Never. I prefer my glasses. Contacts aren't exactly cheap."

"Neither are eyes, I hear."

She couldn't argue there when he had a point. "Have we met before? Where you at the recruitment dinner with prospective Ph.D. students last night?"

"No."

"You didn't go?"

"Not really my scene." He was curt.

"Not even for the free food?" What college student wasn't trying to snag free food at any chance? It was free, that was the perk.

"Not worth the awkward small talk." He changed the subject, "Are you interviewing for a spot in the program?"

"For next year's Biology cohort." She wore a small smile, hoping to hide the anxieties fluttering in her mind. "What about you?" Pressing her palms together.

"Me?" she could see him step back and lean against the door of the bathroom to look at her.

"How long have you been here for?"

"Probably six years. Give or take."

Her eyebrows raised in intrigue, "Oh, you must be graduating soon then?"

"I, uh-Not exactly." He paused, causing Y/N to flush in embarrassment.

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me. I forgot, first rule of grad school is don't ask about another grads' dissertation timeline."

A beat passed before he responded, smiling "Right."

"Sorry. Again." she grasped her arms to her chest, an apologetic smile on her lips.

"It's okay."

"I didn't mean to channel your parents at Thanksgiving or anything."

"You could never." He laughed, a beautiful sound she wished to hear again.

"Oh, annoying parents?"

"And even worse Thanksgivings." He reaffirmed.

"I suppose that's a given for science majors."

"I'm Y/N, by the way." Extending her hand out. The hand that grasped her's was larger and warm, sending shivers along her arm as she wrought to focus. "If you happen to talk to anyone on the committee, could you not mention my mishap with the expired contacts? I have a feeling it's not up to their criteria for stellar applicants."

"You think so?"

She would have glared at him, instead, forcing her face into a neutral expression at his deadpanned response.

"Are you planning to enrol?"

"I'm not sure. Depends if I even get an offer." Although, she and Professor Xavier had really clicked. He was understanding of her goals and her stellar GPA also helped. Not having a social life was useful in other ways.

"Are you planning to enrol if you get an offer, then?"

It would be stupid not to, I mean - Columbia University had the best medical and science programs in the state and probably the country. At least, that is what she had been telling herself for the past few months while it dwindled over her head. Grad school was a big decision that posed the question of other prospects outside of studying. The prospect of new beginnings. But that brought her right back here when he reminded her of something else.

"I...maybe. I'm kind of dwindling on the line of excellent career choice and critical life screwup at this stage. Not my best work."

"Seems like you're leaning toward screwup." It sounded almost like he was smiling, the slight tilt of his voice upward. It brought a flutter to her stomach, but the not the anxious kind that twisted her insides. It was a light feeling that fluttered toward her chest.

"If that was supposed to be reassuring, I'll tell you, it wasn't." To answer his question, she thought it over again.

"No. I'm not entirely sure." She breathed out a laugh, "I..."

"You?"

A beat passed as she exhaled, her lips forming a tight line "What if I'm not good enough? What if I-mess it up?"

She wasn’t sure why she was blurting out her deepest thoughts to a stranger. Random bathroom guy without a name. What was the point? Every time she had spoken her friends, she was met with the same meaningless point - You'll be fine. You can do it. If it's what you want. I believe in you.

And that is exactly what she expected from this guy too. It was to expect the expected, in her case. Any moment now-

"Why do you want to do it?"

Her face twisted into confusion, "The program?"

A beat passed before he repeated it, "What's your reason?"

"Well, I've always had an inquisitive outlook and graduate school is the ideal environment to foster that-"

He snorted, cutting off her practiced words.

A frown twisted her face, her heart pounding in her chest at the response, "What?"

"I wasn't asking for the line in the interview prep book. Why do you want a Ph.D.?"

She sighed, wondering how far she had moved to end up explaining herself to a stranger in a bathroom. "It's true. I want to broaden my research abilities and-"

"Is it because you don't know what else to do?"

"No."

"Because you didn't get an industry position?"

She shook her head adamantly, frustrated with his assumptions, "No-I didn't apply for industry."

"Ah." He nodded, moving toward the sink to deposit a liquid. It smelled of ethanol, detergent and something clean and fresh, the slightest whiff of cologne. An odd combination brought to her attention.

"I need more freedom than industry can provide me."

"You won't have much freedom in academia. I can tell you that." His voice was much closer this time. "You'll have to fund your work through ludicrously competitive research grants. You would make better money through a nine-to-five job that actually allows you to entertain the concept of weekends."

A frown formed on her lips as she turned to his face, or the blurred image of where his face would be, "Are you just trying to decline my offer? This is you're anti expired-contacts-campaign?"

"Nah." She could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm trusting it was just a misstep on your part."

"I don't usually do this-" she promised, "This has never happened before."

"A long line of missteps, clearly." He sighed, "Here's the deal: I have no idea if you're good enough, but that isn't the question you need to ask yourself. Academia is a lot of work for little payoff. What matters is whether your reason for being here is good enough."

"So, why the Ph.D.?"

She stared up at him, thinking about it over and over. She knew the answer, the reason, it was about voicing it and speaking the words to another person that got her throat closing up.

"I have a question. A question I need answered and no one is going to help me find the answer." Her eyes fell shut, "I'm afraid no will if I don't."

"A question?"

A shift in the air. A beat passed as she forced herself to breathe. "Yes. Something that is very important to me. I won't trust just anyone to do it. So far, they haven't been-Because..."

Because something happened and from that moment she has rescinded her trust in others. She needed to do her part so it wouldn't happen again. Not to anyone again. Heavy thoughts plagued her as she stood still, her back against the cold tile. The sound his breathing still reached her ears, the air still. He was looking at her, the image fuzzy around the edges. The dark hair balanced by the white coat.

"Its something important to me. That research is the reason I'm here."

Y/N was alone in this world and she swore that if she could, she would do anything to reverse time. Do anything to make it not so and force the odds in her favour. Because if it wasn't true, then she wouldn't have to face the tragedy of her life. She wanted-yearned to be less lonely. She didn’t care about a good salary or spending weekends with friends.

"Is that a good enough reason to go to grad school?"

He paused, "It's the best one." His lips tugged upward, eyes creasing. He was smiling, probably something like that.

"Good luck with your interview."

"Thanks."

She still hadn't gotten his name as he was almost out the door.

"Maybe, I'll see you around?" A flush ran over cheeks, "That is, if you haven't graduated already. And if I get in."

He left her with, "Maybe."

And then he was gone and Y/N was left in the bathroom. When Columbia's Biology department got back to her with an offer, she accepted it.

No hesitations.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #doctor strange #docto strange x reader #the love hypothesis #the love hypothesis au #marvel au #stephen strange x y/n #Stephen Strange fic #doctor strange x y/n #marvel x reader

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morganas-pendragons · 1 year

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There Is Quiet | Commander Fox and Dove

tag: @generic-geek-girl @erishimoon

synopsis: you, the clone's s/o, are privy to watching order 66. three of you will be able to reunite with the man you love in the aftermath.

authors note: I tried really hard to keep this light but uh.. o66 isn't light so sorry in advance LOL

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It's dark and raining the night that the Jedi die.

You're on your way back from picking up dinner when you hear it. The tell-tale shattering of glass from the windows dozen of stories above you is enough to make you drop the dinner from shock, sprinting into the doorway closest to your left to begin maneuvering through the tunnels that would lead you back to Palpatine's office.

Your dinner remains untouched on the streets of Coruscant.

One of the perks of being the Chancellor's personal assistant was having free reign of the building plans. That just happened to mean you knew every in and out. Every hidden closet. Every secret tunnel.

Your favorite secret tunnel was the one that you and Fox often occupied. On the days where you needed a break from the world, when Fox needed a safe place to cry, when Hound and Thire needed privacy to talk to each other when something difficult happened on patrol. It wasn't Palpatine's tunnel.

It was your tunnel. You and the Guard, your little family. Your little family who you left with promises of dinner to celebrate your new promotion.

"Look, I'll compromise. I will go get dinner to celebrate my victory and you will finish all of your patrol reports by the time I get back," You drawled, grinning as Fox shuddered when you dragged your finger across the curve of his jaw. "And maybe I'll throw something a little extra in there. Just for fun."

"Little Dove.. you make a very tempting offer." Fox murmured. "Ill be waiting with a bottle of brandy and some candles whenever you get back."

Telling him that you loved him had come very naturally. He was hesitant to reciprocate at first, as all clones are, but the idea of loving someone like you had been something he wanted to pursue. If Fox was going to run, he'd run toward you forever.

"I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you soon."

That's all you'd left him with. An, "I love you", a wink and a kiss.

That was the last time you saw Commander Fox for quite a while.

It's dark and raining when you finally come to the main gate just inside of Palpatine's office. He's not even aware it's there. You, however, are painfully aware of how cold it is in that room and the bodies who occupy it are familiar to you.

Anakin Skywalker. He's supposed to be a hero, and here he is standing frozen as Mace Windu attempted to kill the Chancellor.

Or that's what it looks like, at least.

Your fingers drifted down to the blaster on your hip. Fox had made you learn how to use one - as well as learn hand to hand, because he was not having his Dove be hurt - not long after you had started dating.

Anakin's voice is raw, thick with guilt and shame as he collapses to his knees.

"What have I done?"

And it's not him that draws your attention, but two realizations as Palpatine knights Anakin his Apprentice: Fox is not here, and neither is the rest of the Guard.

You don't know where they are. Where he is.

And that's when you really begin regretting that the very last thing you said to him is, "See you later."

***

The first thing you do upon fleeing Palpatine's office through the tunnel network is call the only Jedi you really know. Ember's comm is nothing but static, which already unsettles you more, so you attempt to reach out to Phantom in hopes she'll respond from Utapau.

She does. The terror in her voice is evident.

"The clones all turned. I don't know why, but Cody is trying to kill me and I have to go-"

"Phantom?" Nothing. "Phantom, respond!"

There's nothing but static that makes your stomach turn as you desperately shake your comm in hopes of a reply. Ember was with Ahsoka, and Phantom had gone with Obi-Wan, which meant two of your best friends were in the middle of the crisis that seemed to currently be plaguing most of the galaxy.

If Cody went after Phantom, then will Fox-

"Oh, Maker," You leaned against the wall to wrap your arm around your stomach. Just thinking about all the what if's in regards to Fox and the rest of the Guard's well beings made you want to wretch all over the floor. "Just let him be safe. I don't ask for much, but please let him be safe."

Your first clue that something is wrong is the contingent of Guard members stationed outside of the Senate room. You know better then to attempt to use the front door, but the sight of Hound and Stone's helmets on the bodies that guard the Senate is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Those are your boys. Your boys. Not Palpatine or whoever he is now, not the Republic, yours.

They don't sound like the same ones who'd asked for six milkshakes and enough fries to feed a bantha less than two hours before. They're not the same men who used to walk you home in torrential downpours, not the same men who had goaded Fox for so long that he eventually caved and asked you to marry him.

You'd started wearing your rings around your neck after that. It was short, prompt. He promised to give you what you really wanted after the war.

"It's what you deserve." He'd said.

All you can think as you sneak past Stone and Hound is that what you deserve is far less than what these men deserve. You'd give everything you had if it meant these men, your al'iit, finally had peace.

Because peace is the bare minimum of what they deserve.

Fox isn't in the Senate Room either, but the rest of the Guard are. You only barely have time to glimpse the form of an older Jedi Master you recognize but don't know the name of as he tumbles tumbles tumbles and disappears beneath the floors below.

Thire's voice is the one that calls out for orders. They're so... monotone. They sound like droids.

You briefly hear something between Mas Amedda and Palpatine about Order 66. Whatever that is. It must be what has all the clones committing mass genocide against the Jedi.

Your heart aches for Phantom and Ember, but you press on anyway. You have to find Fox.

You have to find Fox.

***

This is how it feels to be CC-1010, Commander of the Coruscant Guard. You are trapped inside the dark confines of your mind with no way out because an order was meant to be carried out: KillthejediKillthejediKilltheJedi

Your better judgement screams at you that this is wrong as you are left chasing a rogue Jedi who couldn't get off world fast enough through the lower levels of Coruscant.

Something reminds you of Dove as your head is thrown back, your jaw bludgeoned by the brass knuckles that come in contact with the skin there. It hurts. It bleeds.

You press on.

The Jedi dies and the body is left to be added to the others that burn on the Temple steps. Skywalker carried out the Emperor's orders. There is nothing left of what used to be of the Jedi Order. It's fallen and forgotten, just like them.

Just like the clones will be too. You know that. You will be forgotten, just another name on the battlefield memorial just outside of the Temple. There's so many there now. Too many names to put faces to.

Something in you believes that, if you find Dove, there stands a chance that you will be remembered. You'd have an impact. A lasting effect on somebody out there in the galaxy.

Dove. Your little Dove.

You need to get back to Dove.

***

One Year Later

The reunion never comes. Two wedding rings are kept close to the other's hearts, a futile hope that one day they will return together for the wedding the other so desperately wants.

Word gets to you through the network. Your network of those who had been with clones both before and after the order, those who were still alive and actively helping the Rebellion.

Including you. You were one of the few who knew him the best, and thus an invaluable asset to the Rebellion. It was just fortunate that Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano had found you before Palpatine found you were alive and used you for his own personal gain.

Ahsoka was the one who told you what really happened. Order 66 was a kill switch implanted in the inhibitor chips of the clones before they'd been decanted to commit mass genocide against the Jedi. They couldn't help it. They couldn't help it.

All this time you'd spent trying to come to terms with the inevitability of what Fox had done, and he couldn't even help it.

Ahsoka had shed tears with you in the aftermath of her confession. She understood. While she'd been too young to be with anyone, she had a close relationship with Rex. Rex had almost killed her too. Had she not been able to remove his chip, he would've.

That had been the same day she'd told you about Ember. Ember had died with Jesse. He'd held her as they went.

That realization had only made you cry harder.

"At the very least, Dove," Ahsoka murmured gently as she held your face in her hand. "You can honor him and your love for him by doing the very thing he would've done. Fighting for what's right."

You nodded and thanked her with the barest smile you could muster. You just didn't have the strength anymore. Most of it had been taken when you lost Fox.

Gripping the metal of your engagement band with trembling fingers, you nodded and allowed your eyes to close before the tears could fall again.

At this point, you're holding out hope he'll come back to you. It's all that's kept you going at this point.

It's going to have to be enough.

The reunion never comes, and neither does the wedding. It never comes because Commander Fox is dead at the hands of Darth Vader.

And it absolutely destroyed you.

This is how it feels to be Dove, former personal assistant to The Emperor.

#Commander Fox x Reader #Fox x Reader #The Coruscant Guard #Star Wars imagines #Star Wars oneshots

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deemee-ed · 4 months

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Screaming over Maxwell's character arc because I am going insane (+Wilson mentioned because I physically can't ignore him)

oh my god I love Maxwell so damn much y'all, I hate him and I make fun of him constantly but MAN do I love this ugly fuck.

I was playing DST a few hours ago and I was reading all the new lines I had unlocked in the scrapbook, and then I saw this one from Maxwell talking about gold, it was like "I used to care about this once" or something like that, I don't remember

Y'ALL.... Y'ALL......... THIS GUY......

FIRST we see him as the enemy, the bad guy, the villain that tricked the protagonists to listen to him and trapped them all in an eternal hell

THEN Wilson saves him (and I'm just gonna say Wilson because I'm pretty sure he's the only one that canonically gets to the throne???) and it turns out he's just a selfish miserable guy. Not that great of a person, but certainly not a villain.

THEN he's finally free from the throne, and the Cyclum comic (aka one of my favorite pieces of lore) happens. He lost it all. The life he had, gone. The reign he built, lost. He's a survivor now. Doomed like everyone else. And Wilson knows this. So he offers him help. And they have to team up against a common enemy.

The two enemies we've seen since the very beginning, now forced to be allies.

Now, I know Klei never showed us the team forming (except of course for the Cyclum comic), so we don't know what happened exactly between the survivors and Maxwell. But c'mon. I dare to imagine that it must have been terribly awkward. ESPECIALLY for Maxwell. He's suddenly surrounded by the people he used to torture just a few weeks earlier. And now they're supposed to help each others.

BUT WHAT WE DO KNOW FROM THIS ANIMATION, IS THAT MAXWELL DID GET ACCEPTED BY THE TEAM, EVEN WILSON ACCEPTED HIM OH MY GOD

AND NOW HE'S STILL ACTING LIKE A SNOB, SAYING STUFF LIKE "I can't believe I'm reduced to this.", BUT THEN HE ALSO HAS THIS CONSTANT SENSE OF GUILT OVER HIM, LIKE WHEN HE SAYS HE'S SORRY FOR HURTING CHARLIE

HE'S SO SELFISH AND DANDY, AND YET HE FEELS SO BAD. HE JUST WANTED TO BE A COOL MAGICIAN, NOT A FREAKING MURDERER. I HATE HIM I HATE HIM BUT HE HAS MY PITY. I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY

ALSO little theory for the future of his arc:

You know how he has now made an alliance with Charlie? After she offered him a position of power? Yeah, I don't think he accepted it to betray the others. I feel like the guilt he's feeling is too strong to try and hurt them again. Especially Charlie. I believe he "joined" her team just to have some power back, he knows damn well he's too weak to be useful without it. He probably wants to get everyone out of the Constant, ESPECIALLY CHARLIE.

#don't starve together #dst #dst maxwell #analysis

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your-local-uwu-artist · 3 months

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Mlp video essays I will make someday

-main six background analysis! Basically analyzing the main six based on their family, cultural, social, etc, backgrounds, like talking about how rainbowdash and fluttershy's identities as pegasi foil each other, how growing up in canterlot likely impacting Twilight, so a lot of speculation and deeo diving into equestrian culture, but also discussing stuff like the main sixes relationships with their family

-'is twilight a bad mom' actually this one will be my magnum oppus i think

-giant discord character analysis that I will have to break into multiple parts because I have so many thoughts

-angel bunny is like fluttershy's pokemon partner actually (aka angel bunny analysis)

-'yes perfect pear is really that good' I know this is by no means a hot take but like bro really frs this is not just some heterosexual tm Romeo and Juliet bs, and honestly I just can't get over it. to Me the pear and apple family feud functions as a stand in for any two groups that hate each other, Like please take a moment to rewatch perfect pear and imagine the pears and apples as being from differing religons, or different ethnic backgrounds. Please take a moment to really consider the aspect of older generations changing/reforming their ways, not just grand pear who FUCKING NEVER SAW HIS DAUGHTER AGAIN, but Granny Smith too, the way at the beginning of the episode when big Mac and aj say the topic upsets her. Please take a moment to think about how Pear Butter apparently was pretending her cutie mark wasn't what it was: Take a moment to consider how cutie marks represent one's identity and livelyhood and then reconsider that first part. AND MY GOD DID THE VOICE ACTOR FOR GRANDPEAR DO GOOD, listen to this old man tearing up and try not to tear up challenge IMPOSSIBLE. Most of all I like how it is both very positive while there is still the truth of the matter, like while it's ultimately about reconciling and reconnecting Pear Butter was still disowned and estranged when she passed. And for how incredibly family oriented the apple family and earth pony culture is it's just so anhfkanfhjax.

-is equestria sexist? I know this sounds insane but here me out. Obviously the actually reason for all of this is simply because it was marketed towards girls, but my widdle brain can't help but consider the in universe implications, aside from the obvious stuff like onky having princesses think of the stallions that carry carriages, of course I also think it's worth considering overlap between groups. Like generally speaking when a mare is treated as a horse horse with reigns and all it's displayed as demeaning (yes I know its for comedy thats aside the point, I dont care id its not made to take seriously it's fun to take seriously) however this goes a lot less so if the mare is a pegasus, so i think there's defintky a distinctikn and an overlap between what are observations about how stalians are thought of and treated and what pegasi are thought og and treated etc etc. And how stuff that in our world may have a masculine or femine interpretation doesn't have the same meaning in equestrisia. Like in our world physichak strength and prowess is associated with masculinity, in equestria physical strength is associated with earth ponies and physical prowess like sports with pegasi. this is why I like stuff that hcs big Mac as a transmare: Because it's perfect for exploring pony gender roles and how they overlap with the pony species roles sense big Mac is both a very 'typical' stallion and a very 'typical' earth pony

-mlp dragon lore my beloved

-changlings, the beloved love bugs, and the real vampire ponies. Aka I'm so fucking obsessed with changlings

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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If your open for requests I’d like one for boromir from lotr!

Where he has a crush on a witch who is gandalf apprentice and she saves him from getting killed by giving him half of her soul

I don't mind if its headcanon or a oneshot or anything😊

Hi Anon!! I love this!! I truly hope it was what you have been looking for <3 also I found the magic words from a generator so if they actually mean anything I would love to know :)

boromir x female!reader

basically what the ask is :)

word count: 586 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: mention injury, blood and near death

You had studied under Gandalf the Grey for many years, learning from the wizard in the hopes you too could possibly learn a fraction of the man's infinite knowledge. Witchcraft and wizardry were becoming less and less sort after and taught, not many wizards taking on apprentices and not many wanted to learn. It felt like in a sense the magic of the world was dying, Elves were returning to their ancestral homes, Dwarves staying in their mountains, allowing men to have free reign of the world. It brought you great sadness to think that one day you may be one of the only people with magical ability in all of Middle Earth. With Gandalf falling to the dreaded beast, Balrog, that fear was slowly becoming a reality.

Travelling with the fellowship was fun and exciting, though losing Gandalf had put a pause to the usual cheery nature of everyone. Before then everyone was fairly close, getting along the best they could on the ride. You often found yourself speaking with Boromir, the man providing you with unlimited jokes and stories to keep you entertained. Though you got on well with everyone, it was clear you and Boromir were becoming quite close. Everyone caught the longing stares he gave you, how during a battle he would stay closer to you to ensure your safety. Yet nothing gave away just how much you liked him, on your part there were no longing stares. Nothing to truly tell them if you reciprocated the man's feelings or simply saw him as a friend.

But as they watched you weep over the dying man, holding him close to your chest the best you could without hurting him, they knew you loved him just as much as he loved you. You did not care for the blood getting on your hands and clothes. Only caring for the man in your arms as you break into loud, uncontrollable sobs, begging him to be alright. Boromir's face held a content smile, holding on softly to your arm.

Gandalf had always warned you about certain spells that were deemed too dangerous and dark to ever try to do. He knew you were curious by nature and you would stumble upon them sooner or later. Thus, he taught you about them only briefly, mentioning the ones in your book that were far too dangerous for you to attempt. But all his warnings seemed to leave your mind as you looked down at Boromir, for you only wished for him to be okay, to stay at your side.

"Impoire Herisum Ascenaeaturi Damcio" as you begin the incantation the world seems to shift, the air growing stale. "Impguin Vaseoulum Xaaoturi Syvbeo." The sky darkened, the trees around you almost leaning into where you sat, and the ground rumbled as the volume in your voice rose. "Impayailum Taneoious Sulba Zeiuul Ziayuerate Accguin." Lightening struck the ground, one could not say if it struck you or simply near you.

The colour began to return to Boromir's face, no longer looking ghastly and sickly. His pained, staggered breath returning to normal and the strength returning in his hold on you. As you had shared your soul with him, spared him from the afterlife for just a little longer. A part of you felt almost selfish for doing so, but you could not back out now, for it had been done.

He was back with you and you with him, not even death had the power to rip you apart.

#boromir x reader #boromir imagines #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #lord of the rings imagines #lord of the rings x reader

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