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groguspicklejar · 7 months

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part 2 of medieval ghoap x reader

[part 1] this is my first time writing for ghoap as a couple. hope i don't disappoint.

warnings: +18 smut, oral (m and f), aftercare, fluff, angst, jealousy, anxiety, themes of forced prostitution, elements of sexual violence and trauma if you narrow your eyes.

the madam of the harem did inquire if you left the king and his knight satisfied and you told her yes. they were both content last you saw them.

your heart leaps into your throat when she grabs your arm, pulling you as she sneers. "then tell me why i have an upset king at my doorstep demanding to see you."

"what?" your blood freezes.

that's not possible. that can't be possible.

oh, but it was.

the king himself storms into the harem with a stony look in his blue eyes. he looked like he'd just gotten out of bed and came straight here, with Ghost closely following behind. he walks straight past Madam Victoria, not even acknowledging her when she tries to speak.

you barely get to bow before him before he's cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. you don't meet his eye, your gaze flickers everywhere else.

"sweet bonnie." he's frowning, hurt. you almost miss Ghost's hulking figure not far behind, his eyes charged with something unfamiliar. "thought i asked ye to stay."

"i—i did." you take a few steps back.

"ye weren't there in the morning."

"i..." what could you even say?

the king's saddles typically didn't stay the night. they always returned within a few hours or so, never past dawn. that was unheard of.

when he told you to stay, you thought he meant until he fell asleep.

"apologies, your majesty." you offer instead, with a bow of your head.

giving excuses won't save you. asking for forgiveness or mercy might not either, yet what else could you do?

the madam was going to ream you for this mistake. your gaze briefly catches her blank expression but the fury in her eyes was ever so present. you looked to the king, who took your hand and dragged you out of the large chambers. you kept your eyes down as the others watched you and the king walk out.

at the very least, he wasn't angry with you for leaving unannounced. but you still apologised profusely for doing so. he dragged you back to the bed you shared with him once you returned to his chambers.

"why don't ye show me, lass?" he tilts his head, leaning back on his elbows on the expansive bed. "show me how sorry ye are."

you got on your knees and obeyed his wish. whatever the king wants, is what you were taught. and that is what he shall have.

you take his cock in your mouth and you make it good. running your tongue on the underside of his shaft and swirling around the tip, watching him moan and droopy-eyed. he rocks his hips, only slightly, only so you can take more of him. the more you build a steady rhythm, the more he loses his inhibitions.

you won't lie, having some power of the king? it gives you a bit of a thrill. you're careful not to abuse it, though.

Ghost watches as he falls apart on your tongue and orders you to do it again, for the apology didn't seem sincere enough. you didn't stop until your jaw ached.

and they didn't let you stop until your voice was raw from the endless "sorry! I'm sorry!"s, until tears spilled from your eyes and your cunt pulsed around the king's length with unbridled need. over and over again...

later, when you were finally permitted to return, Madam Victoria cornered you. she didn't hesitate to grab your arms and clutched them until her nails dug into the skin. not enough to pierce but just enough to sting.

the wrinkles around her stone cold gray eyes making her look like something out of a storybook, an ancient witch lurking in the dark. your mother would warn such a thing if you didn't behave.

she didn't know how right she was. more so that it doesn't live in the dark, but right in front of you.

none of the other saddles dared to intervene. they know better. voices quiet down until the chamber was silent.

"don't let it happen again." you suppress a wince when her hands tighten considerably. "keep them happy."

naturally, the king's sudden appearance had rattled her. it's her responsibility to train saddles who would give him and his men the best kinds of pleasure they could ask for. your failing reflects on her. and it reflects badly.

you don't want to be punished. not again. especially not over a misunderstanding.

"of course, Madam Victoria." you manage to squeak out.

she lets you go and storms off, your heart thundering in tandem with her steps. you breathe a sigh of relief, though your chest remained tight.

"what did you do to make the king so taken with you?" one of the other saddles dared to ask.

you remembered a life before the king chose you to come to his bed chambers for the night. it wasn't much of a life but it was surely easier than the cards you've been dealt with.

you don't want to incur Victoria's rage any more than you already have. worse; you don't want to incur the king's rage, or that of his knight. the best way you could've done that was staying out of their sight, but that seems impossible now.

"i have no idea..."

and it was the truth. only the gods know why king John MacTavish wants your presence near him at every hour.

you quickly come to learn the king's beside habits. he was playful. always in for a sweet smile and a good time. and strangely enough, for a king, a man of his power, he was hardly selfish.

when he slides his tongue through your folds, you opt to hide your face under a pillow.

he chuckles. "skittish little lass, ain't she?"

he keeps your legs far and wide as he suckles on the pulsing bud. the roar in your ears makes you dizzy, desire making your toes curl. your fingers dug into the cotton fabric of the pillow as you struggled to contain your shaky mewls. he's driving you crazy and he fucking likes it.

he removes his mouth from you and you can finally find it in you to breathe. he raises his head and looks at his knight.

"Si." the man's head shifts, eyes catching his king's gaze. "would ya mind?"

you don't know what he means by that but you have a sinking feeling that you're about to find out.

Ghost walks to one side of the bed and places one knee as he leans close to you. all too suddenly, you gasp when he rips the pillow from your face.

you try to reach for it but he throws it to the floor. he grabs your flailing hands and pins them above your head. there was only so much you could do to hold back the noises escaping your mouth when the king goes back to flicking his tongue through your slick folds. you bite your lip when the king does nothing to reduce his onslaught on your cunt.

Ghost quietly studied your reactions. you couldn't bear the heat in his eyes, the silent curiosity washing over you in waves. your head turned away from his unwavering gaze, eyes screwed shut. it was quite jarring, being spread open and held down while one man feasts on you while the other openly watches how you take it.

"open your eyes. look at me when he makes you cum." and only then do you feel Ghost's hand grasp your jaw, forcing you to face him when the rapid build of the heat in your belly comes to a crest.

it's impossible to decipher his gaze when you try to obey him. your legs threaten to close, but Johnny holds them apart when your pussy bursts with ecstasy. and Ghost's command is irrelevant, your eyes roll back and your back arches as the pleasure takes over your body.

that was only the beginning.

Ghost doesn't let go of your wrists while the king's length glides into your fluttering cunt. your thighs squeeze his hips, a heavy moan tearing from your lips as he sinks right down to the hilt. the remnants of your previous high still make you ache and clench.

"such a sensitive cunt, poor thing." the king clicks his tongue as he rolls a thumb against your pulsing clit, drawing more slick from you that the squelch was loud enough for all to hear when he ruts into you. "making a mess of my cock."

your lip quivers, eyes shutting tightly as you barely find the strength to mumble, "m'sorry— sorry, your majesty—"

Ghost grips your jaw when you try to turn away. "look at him."

your eyes flutter and catch his gaze before they focus on the king. he smiles softly as he leans over you.

"it's nothing to apologise for, bonnie." his thumb traces over your cheeks. "s'good that yer so wet. means yer enjoying it."

"means you're doing something right." adds the knight as he shifts so he can grip both of your wrists with only one hand. while the other goes to grope your breasts.

you bite your lip when the king builds a steady rhythm. Ghost brings his thumb to your mouth, settling it between your teeth so you had no hope of restraining your noise when the king rocks his hips more firmly into your pussy. it makes you wetter, the way his eyes darken upon your tongue tracing his digit. you don't think you've seen this look when you had his cock in your mouth.

"always am." Johnny gripes and kisses his clothed cheek.

it's barely more than a second, but the intimate gesture draws Ghost's eyes away from yours. and you see it. the way his eyes soften considerably when the king smiles at him. like nothing you've ever seen before. it's a palpable, a raw kind of emotion that sparks like wildfire.

what these two have makes your heart ache.

"i disagree." he hums before his counterpart kisses him over the cloth, on his lips this time.

you squeeze your eyes, too afraid to look. you're an outsider to their little bubble. a foreign object invading into the privacy of their bond. you shouldn't be here. you don't belong here.

the quiet moment digs knives into your chest. that was until the tip of his cock grazes something devastating inside you. you couldn't catch the sudden gasp falling from your mouth, drawing both their eyes to you.

it's Ghost who curses first. "fuck's sake, Johnny. get on with it."

"impatient, are ya?" Johnny hisses through a devilish grin.

"poor thing's weeping for a good cock to make her cum."

"what? my tongue wasn't enough?"

their banter nearly distracts you from the ache between your legs. the king finally takes the time to push your knees to your chest and fuck you in earnest, revelling in your helpless cries. you don't know if you imagined the hand gripping your wrists letting go and holding your palm instead.

you don't think you want to find out, lest the tightness in your chest breaks and takes you down to hell with it.

but something else breaks as the king drives his cock in and out of you, knocking the mouth of your womb with a terrifying accuracy that it makes you gush all over the sheets. he doesn't stop there, cooing softly as he makes you do it again and again, lulling you to the brink of insanity and pushes past it until you lose consciousness.

the habits of his knight were harder to predict. but easier to navigate around. with the king, you have no idea how to behave. you weren't trained for a man who gives, only trained for the ones who take.

Ghost is that kind and you can handle that.

he hardly touches you. only does so when the king commands him to and that's only when you need to be held down. occasionally, he does indulge and gropes your breasts or thighs, but that's about it.

he's very particular. only wants your mouth. won't let you touch his thighs or hips when you're servicing him. selfish in a sense, yet he's much more gentle than one would think. but overall, nothing you haven't seen from other men before.

so you know how to behave with him. it's easy to center yourself with him, easy to focus and draw out his pleasure. you know how to get him off and not entice his wrath. years of experience has taught you that much, so you put it to good use.

"open wide." he commands.

the hand at the back of your neck tightens when you suck him, humming at the taste of him. his hardened eyes fixate on the way your cheeks hollowed, pale lashes contrasting against the dark irises.

for some reason, you want to be good for him. some part of you longs to have his soft gaze on you. you want to see him lower his guard.

"she's good with her mouth." he says as you take more of him. "very good."

the only indication that you're even remotely affecting him is the huskiness in his tone. that's more than enough, even without the praise.

"do you use your tongue like that with the other lords?" he gripes sharply, gripping your neck and forcing you to release him.

"tis required of me, sir." you answer with a neutral tone.

you're not sure what to make of his silence but you carry on anyway.

eventually, the king lures you back to him once Ghost was done with you.

"think she'll cum like this?" the knight asks with a lazy gaze.

what he sees, the king eating your cunt from behind. you're facing Ghost, your desperate expression in full view of him as the king fondles your breasts and sucks gentle marks on your thighs.

you've denoted that he's aloof when it comes to you but sometimes does indulges in the king's playful antics.

"i wager she'll start crying." Ghost muses, his eyes crinkling a bit. he grips your bare shoulder when you fidget, Johnny's tongue swirling around your throbbing bud. "stop squirming. you act like no other man has used his tongue on ya."

more heat flushes your cheeks as you dare to look away but Ghost grips your head and looks you dead in the eye.

"hang on..." he pauses, eyes flickering over your disgraced expression. "is Johnny the only man who's ever made you cum like this?"

the question lingers heavily in the air. it's so palpable, that even the king stops his ministrations. your shaky breaths were all that they can hear as your hands tighten on the silk sheets.

you don't know why it's so embarrassing. perhaps it's the cruelty in Ghost's words, how he spares you no mercy.

but the fact is clear. the king is the only one who's ever made you cum.

you don't say that part out loud and nod instead.

"fuckin' hell..." Ghost's shocked eyes cracked something in you.

Johnny chuckles behind you and goes back to feasting on your delicate flesh, truly driving that fact home when he makes you scream in pleasure.

the only rest you receive is when you finally sink down into the warm, scented water. the king sent away the maids and took the time to bathe you himself. you were far too exhausted to protest.

Ghost watches him take care of you, eyes fixed on the gentle swipe of the king's hand on your shoulders. how he poured water on your exposed skin, how he kissed your forehead and observed the flutter of your hazy eyes.

you're not sure how long you fell asleep but you woke up alone. as you sluggishly get out of the bath that had been drawn for you, you hear the faint voice of the king's knight.

"you spend an awful lot of time with her."

the was a slight shuffling of robes. "i only want us to get to know her."

"is she better than me?"

the silent rage in his inquiry chilled your bones. you hadn't thought that your presence would be a bother here. Ghost has never been forthcoming to you and that was to be expected, he never was with anyone. you didn't think he hated you. didn't think he'd assume you're trying to steal the king's affections.

the slumber quickly drained from your mind. you quickly slipped your dress on and put on your shoes.

"Si, of course not." came Johnny's soft refusal.

"then why is she getting all your attention? she's taking you away from me."

you don't think you could handle the implication of Ghost's accusation. you did your best to fix your hair and looked in the mirror if you were ready to make your escape.

"she is not." Johnny says. "i'm asking ye to give her a chance—"

the door creaked as you pushed it and he immediately stops speaking. both men looked at you, making you shrink back.

"i'm sorry. i can—" your breaths were shaky. "i can leave."

"no, don't."

"then leave."

they both say at the same time and glare at each other. you don't know what to do. it is a crime to disobey the king's order but you don't want to find yourself at the edge of Ghost's knife.

"Si, yer scarin' her..." said the king when he took note of your discomfort.

he cupped your cheeks and it felt wrong. the churning in your stomach made worse by the hell fire in Ghost's dark eyes. you want to pull away, if only to appease one man, but you're to afraid to enrage the other by denying him what he wants.

"good." Ghost spat his reply and all hell broke loose.

Johnny lets out a frustrated groan and sends Ghost a string of words you couldn't understand. the knight didn't look best pleased and argued back.

you didn't stay to hear the rest of the dispute. not with Ghost this close to drawing his sword on your neck.

you quietly backed away of the king's bed chambers and left unnoticed while the king and his knight quarrelled. you tend not to involve yourself between lovers and their affairs, it's easier that way. less complicated.

it's best not to stay where you're not welcome.

slowly trying to incorporate the accent when writing for Johnny but i don't want to go overboard. i am so sorry to any Scottish readers out there :( [part 3]

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xitsensunmoon · 1 year

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Biting the Hand That Feeds au FAQ (Vampires + donor au)

Any general content warnings for bhtf au?

Yes. A normal amount of fnaf warnings, a normal amount of vampire warnings. For someone who doesn't know I elaborate... For vampire stuff, the most obvious ones are blood, hypnosis, bites, and animalistic behaviour. Less obvious - slightly suggestive themes. For fnaf - fnaf's usual violence, dark themes, a drop of gore and murders. The lore is uh. Very dark. I will try to decrease the amount of all of the cruelty but man. People who know, know how hard it will be. But I will tag everything properly so don't worry.

Is there a fic for your au?

No. And currently, I'm not even planning on writing one.

How do I find the story?

For now, we have two comics that are directly connected and one that doesn't have a specific place in the story but is about canonical lore.

[ 1 ] - [ 2 ] - [ x ]

In future, we will have more and I probably absolutely will forget to update this post so I recommend checking the tags. Here's the tag list

Tip: don't click the tag. Tumblr hides half of the results. Type it in the blog's search instead :)

Are the comics the only canonical thing about au?

No! I answer asks and draw a lot of doodles with bhtf au all the time and 90% of them are canon. You can, yet again, find everything in the tag list linked in the previous question.

Can I draw/write fan stuff for your au?

Yes, please!! I'm always happy to see fanart and fan writings and literally everything that you do! Just tag me when you post and use a fanart or fanwriting tag for au specifically so I don't miss it!

Can you include my characters in your story?

No, unfortunately, I cannot. The story is already written and I don't have any "space" for background characters either. Maybe it will change but currently, things are like this.

I asked a question with an interaction with my characters and I never got an answer, why?

I don't accept such requests. I'm not ready to spend my time drawing other people's characters for free(if I personally don't want to, of course)

Is there any limit to how many questions I can ask?

No, not at all! You can ask all you want just please make sure your question wasn't answered before. There is a big possibility I will just simply delete it if it was answered beforehand many times. Check the ask tag for it.

What about limitations? Any boundaries?

Please no questions about tickling🧍‍♀️ I got so many of those it already makes me uncomfortable. And for some reason, a lot of people send asks that include violence towards my characters and while I don't really feel uncomfortable with this I just idk what to answer and why are you even doing this lmao

What questions I should avoid?

Well, not really avoid but I will mention it anyway.

The things I have planned to draw right now:

- Sun and Moon and y/n's first meeting

- The creation of Sun&Moon

- Why S&M are sensitive to light and darkness

- How they hunt

So no need to ask me about these. I will show it, I promise.

What about sexual themes?

I understand that I post a lot of suggestive stuff and it may appear I allow such a thing but no.

You can create content with it tho, I don't mind for the most part. Just be ready that I may not reblog it, as my Tumblr is a SFW place. It's always 50/50.

Romantic themes?

I do draw some kisses and cuddles when I feel like it and you of course can send ideas for cute interactions but in the story we're very far away from it lol.

My question gets ignored even though I followed everything that you mentioned here. Why?

Answered in main FAQ.

Can I share the ideas for your au with you?

YES!!! Yes, yes and yes! I'm very open to that, like yes! The only thing that I definitely want to mention - you should expect that I actually can take your ideas and use them. Some people are protective of their ideas so if you're like this you probably should not share them with me :)

The information that you're using for your au is wrong.

Happens sometimes yeah. I know nothing about any medical stuff for y/n so I usually improvise. After all it's an au about robotic vampires man, this information is absolutely wrong. But! You're free to drop feedback/constructive criticism in my inbox!

Will be updated later

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Prologue: I Remember It

The sun was just setting as a red and black Kawasaki GPZ900R motorcycle pulled into the Hard Deck. The driver quickly dismounted and took off her helmet, shaking out her dark brown hair. She slipped a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators over her sage green eyes to block out the fading rays of light.

She draped her red leather jacket and helmet over the seat of her bike. No one around here would be stupid enough to mess with her things. After adjusting her clothes, she made her way across the sandy parking lot into the establishment.

Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were gathered in a corner booth as they watched Hangman and Rooster duke it out in a game of pool.

It was a relatively quiet night at the Hard Deck.

Phoenix was busy telling the squad about her recent trip back home to see her new niece. She was just about to show the group some photos when the bell above the door chimed. Her eyes moved to see who the new patron was, and when she saw them, her jaw dropped.

"No way." She breathed out. "No fucking way." The group of men she was sitting with looked at her confused. Her eyes darted over to Rooster to see if he'd noticed who'd walked in. He was too focused on the game to pay attention.

Phoenix watched the woman head over to the bar and greet Penny and Maverick before getting a beer and turning to scan the crowd.

"Phoenix, do you know her?" Bob asks. "You guys don't?" She asks the group. "Should we?" Payback questions her. "Who is that?" Fanboy asks.

"Fellas, that right there is Y/N Benjamin-Mitchell, better known by her callsign, Hustler." Phoenix tells them.

"Benjamin- Mitchell? Like—" Coyote asks as he gestures to Maverick and Penny at the bar. "Yep." Phoenix replies, popping the "P."

"She's their oldest daughter. And she can fly circles around any pilot in the Navy, including Maverick." She tells them.

A voice yells out, "Bradshaw!" Everyone's head snaps up to see its the mysterious woman. She runs over to greet Rooster with a hug who looks dumbfounded to see her.

"She also the only woman Rooster has ever loved." Phoenix tells them. As all eyes turn to watch the seen before them

...........

"Hus? What are you doing here?" Rooster asks you as he pulls back from your hug.

"Dad pulled a few strings and got me a permanent duty station here. He wants the family to be close again." You tell him. "Plus, I couldn't pass up on the chance to be close to my favorite guy again, now could I?" You bat your eyes and give him a big smile.

"Don't give me that look Y/N." Rooster warns you. "What look?" You ask coyly. Rooster knows exactly what you're doing. It's a routine he's fallen for many times, but he's determined not to let it happen again.

He grabs his beer and takes a long sip before speaking.

"It always ends the same with us, Y/N. Let's not start this time." Rooster tells you before returning to his game.

Dumbfounded, you turn on your heels and head back to the bar. You can already tell you're going to need your mom to make you something strong.

You sigh as you sit down next to your father before a tequila-soda is placed in front of you. "Maybe it was a mistake coming here." You tell your father. "Y/N, give it time, Bradley wasn't exactly jumping for joy when he saw me either." Maverick tells you.

"I just can't believe after all these years, he's still holding a grudge over something I didn't do." You say. "And the fact that you've breezed in and out of his life so many times doesn't make the situation any better." Your mother tells you. You look up and meet her knowing eyes. "Believe me. As someone who's been in his shoes, getting their heart broken by a Mitchell, it's not something that you just get over. Especially when you have a knack for re-opening the wound right after they thought it had healed." She tells you as she wipes the counter.

You sink down in your chair. You know what she's saying is true. Your parents had been on and off for the first few years of your life before your mom eventually gave Maverick an ultimatum, stay, or leave for good. He chose to stay, and it worked out for them.

But they were different than you and Rooster. You didn't choose to leave him the first time. No, the first time he pushed you away, calling you a liar and a manipulator. Saying that you were no better than your father. He called you a hustler, screaming that you used him to further your career.

You tried to make him understand that it wasn't true. You can still feel the got tears that streamed down your cheeks when you begged him to believe you, but it was too late.

So, you decided to lean into his words. If he was going to call you a hustler, then that's who you'd become. And for the past eight years, that's who you've been. Hustling your way to the top, becoming the best of the best, breaking records, and breaking hearts along the way.

It was thrilling at first, but then you were stationed with Bradley for a few months in Virginia. The two of you found yourself enthralled with each other once again, ending up in a tangle of sheets and mixed emotions before you were reassigned. You'd left without telling him. A year or so later, the two of you spent a few weeks in Lemoore, only for it to end with you leaving him again.

Then last year, you were in South Korea. You spent six months with him, and then one night, as the two of you laid together, he confessed that he loved you. That you were the only woman he'd ever truly loved. Instead of saying it back, you quietly slipped out of his room that night as he slept and avoided him on base. Two days later, he was called back to Top Gun for that faithful uranium plant mission.

You never got the chance to tell him that you felt the same. You were too scared to admit.

And now, you were back, and he was here, and you wanted to make everything right. You just didn't know how.

......................

Over at the pool tables, Phoenix and the rest of the Daggers had joined Rooster and Hangman. Jake and Javy were currently playing a doubles game against Mickey and Reuben. She, Bob, and Rooster were standing against the wall.

"So—Hustler is back." Nat spoke. "She is." Bradley breathed out. "How's that make you feel?" She asked him.

"Angry—frustrated —nervous—like—" Rooster trailed off.

"Like you never stopped loving her?" Phoenix finished for him. Bradley shook his head before downing the rest of his beer. He throws the bottle away and excuses himself to the bathroom. Phoenix doesn't miss Rooster's lingering gaze towards the bar as he walks away

"Bob," Phoenix begins as she turns to her back seater. "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending."

Okay, I was kicking this around in my brain. I'd appreciate some feedback on this prologue to know if this is a project worth pursuing!

Tagging some who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @gretagerwigsmuse @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @shanimallina87 @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @bradshawsbaby @cassiemitchell

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emotionallyattachednerd · 6 months

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Darkness Lust | IDW Helex x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Cnc, Smut, ( oral, rough interfacing and semi-public ) and size difference. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Order up! So, this took a completely different turn. Unsure if it got weird along the way, but here it is, and I have no regrets. Wanted to move into darker themes with my writing so hope this turned out. Added cnc into the warnings just to be safe. Another thing, know the request states for them to almost get caught but I had to let them get caught. Hope you all enjoy.🥰

Cnc - Consensual non consent

☕ Coffee

Helex saved you, at least this is what you keep telling yourself over again, and you felt you owed him for this. Your escape pod from a ship had crashed onto an unknown planet, and it was by chance that he found you, injured from the crash but alive. You're brought back with him and when you are online again you find yourself in an unknown place and your wounds are patched.

When you first meet Helex he terrifies you. His enormous form is at least three times bigger than your smaller figure, multiple arms latched on his frame, and a cavernous torso where you can feel his internal heating elements boiling even from a distance, his own personal smelting pool.

You knew who he was but only from horrifying stories. A member of the Decepticon Justice Division, a group of torturers employed by Megatron to hunt down and deal with traitors.

You're an autobot though, they were only interested in decepticon traitors, right? You don't want to find out the answer you decided. All you can do is thank him politely and ask for a safe return back home. His answer is what seals your fate.

"You're home."

Helex wouldn't let you leave and the one time you did try to escape you don't get far, and it's his enormous figure, intense gaze, and the threatening glow from his torso that reminds you to not anger him, otherwise things won't end well for you at all. So for now, you stay put, much to your misery.

Now, here you are, trapped in a place you wanted to be far away from. You weren't threatened, you weren't hurt, in fact you were provided with average care, Helex never let you starve and made sure you were comfortable, at least as best as you can be in such a place.

As the days went by they continue to drag out, and you lost track of how long you've been there. A lot of the time you get bored and try to keep yourself busy however you can, but it's a struggle, mentally.

Often you would hear the echoed screams, and that's when you needed to truly escape. You didn't want to hear them, and the only place the screams can be blocked out is in the medic bay. Nickel allows you to clean the bay often, showing some pity you think, and it also keeps you distracted from everything else.

Now, in the medic bay again, you do your best to find even the smallest of things to tidy or clean up. You honestly don't know how long you've been at it, but you feel the thundering quacks slowly increase, and glancing up towards the door you see Helex entering. Nickel must've told him where you are.

He's silent, as you are too, no greetings offered from either of you. You never know what to say to him, and you've unsure what he is thinking either. He moves towards you, causing you to grow nervous as he gets closer before stopping beside you, your optics focused on the bench in front of you where you had just cleaned.

"Are you afraid of me?" His sudden voice cuts through the air.

"Sometimes." You answer through a shaken whisper before meeting his fierce gaze. "Do you want me to be afraid of you?"

"I'm not sure." He sounds confused, and his answer doesn't really help calm you. "You're intriguing."

You're unsure what to say to that, and so you turn your gaze back to the bench just to avoid his piercing gaze. Yeah, you're scared of him, but he hasn't hurt you, not yet at least, and you're fully aware what he was capable of which is why you don't push him.

Helex continues to stare before he moves again, this time moving his large servo towards your face and using the back of his broad digit to caress against your cheek plating. The contact causes your venting to hitch, followed by a soft whimper out of fear. The affection is new and you're unsure how to react.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want?" You can't help the tremble in your vocals.

"I want you."

You turn your helm at him and he's suddenly on you, firm broad lips latching onto your own fiercely causing you to let out a startled whimper, muffled by his lips as he lifts you up onto the bench and pins you down onto the surface. Your hands push up against his chassis, giving weak attempts to get him off you, but it's pointless. His size and strength prove that, and you feel vulnerable and helpless as he forcefully kisses you.

His second pair of arms suddenly tug your legs apart, giving him the opportunity to press against you more and deepen the kiss. You feel his glossa push between your lips and coil around your own. His glossa isn't like others, much longer and hotter, a magna bitterness lingering as he fills your mouth and explores, causing you to let out a choked wince. Is that energon you taste? Did he just consume energon? Something told you that you don't want to know the answer. He shows no intention of stopping, and in fact he seems to be liking it as he lets out a low moan against your lips, his strong servos pinning you still as his second pair roam across your thighs and waist areas.

Your fighting attempts cease and you're left with no option but to let him, and much to your confusion your entire frame starts warming up from his intense actions. This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be enjoying this, yet you find yourself moaning lowly, your mouth full of his extended glossa.

Helex removes himself from the kiss, followed by his glossa that descends out from your mouth covered in saliva. You let out a forced vent and stare at him with wide optics, a bit stunned by his action, and he is only getting started.

He lifts your bottom half up making you gasp out loudly, leaving you to hang upside down just about from the berth you sat upon and you grip your servos across the edges. You feel his hot vents against your legs and panel, servos holding you tightly, right before feeling his snake glossa sliding against your covered valve.

"W-what are you doing?!" You're scared, feeling the hot texture against your closed panel and inner thighs, and much to your shock you're slowly growing more warm, whimpering in pleasure as he holds you hanging there, right before you automatically feel your panel retract on its own due to your growing desire.

He likes that, and takes his chance to latch onto your valve and devour you, thick glossa already sliding in deeply as he lets out a lingering moan tasting your fluid sweetness.

Another startled mewl erupts from you as you feel his glossa reach far deep through your channel, further than any spike before you've had. This shouldn't be real, yet it's happening, and reality sinks in as he starts to frag you with his glossa, sliding back and forth through your depths.

Your body responds through shivers of growing arousal, your valve building with fluids as you can't help but clench around his sliding glossa, letting out lingering soft moans as you crumble under him. Helex enjoys your taste and your reactions, letting out a vibrating satisfied groan against your valve that rocks through your frame.

The angle is strange, being lifted half off the berth leaving your shoulders and helm to barely rest against it while he holds you up by your spread legs and waist to hold you against him.

Constant weak mewls erupt from you over again as his glossa plunges through your channel, thighs spasming violently while you servos grab hold onto the edges as you feel yourself start to roll your hips against his glossa. You can't help yourself, it feels amazing!

This leaves though when you feel him pull away, glossa leaving your valve causing you to whimper in protest lightly. His hold is still tight as he lowers you back down, only for you to realise than that his panel had retracted, revealing his ridiculously large pulsing spike, tapping directly onto your valve, and this is when your fear quickly boils up again.

"W-wait, wait, you're too big-!" You're bluntly cut off when he ignores you and presses his spike against your valve firmly, the fat tip slowly breaching and invading your channel, thickness stretching you widely while he continues to press forward.

Your servos grip at his broad ones firmly latched against your hips while his second pair hold your legs apart, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing but to accept his spike that slowly fills. Letting out a choked sob you feel the burning pleasure build at your valve, every pulsing ridge rubbing forward and creating a bulge that slowly expands against your valve and lower soft armour.

Taking so much of him surprises you, you didn’t think your smaller frame could take so much.

His heated vents hit you, almost a burning sensation, as he firmly presses himself against your valve fully, able to stretch you fully while letting out a deep groan release from his chassis. Your optics shutter close while letting out soft winces followed by moans of desire rushing through you. You feel his entire length pulsing rapidly through your channel, expanding through the bulge created before you manage to online your optics to look at him.

He's staring right back, scorching gaze piercing through your small figure. He's so powerful, dangerous. There's no love or care in his face, only hunger and the growing arousal through him. This is only for pleasure, whether he intended for you to enjoy it you don't know, but you still enjoy it.

Helex gives a blunt thrust, shaking you against the berth as another choked sob leaves you, surprised by his sudden action as you grip your servos into his own even more, digits digging into his soft armour that will leave dents. He does it again, and again, slowly, feeling that broad spike moving through your channel thoroughly, before you feel his movements pick up as he tugs you by your waist against his movements, shaking the berth and yourself while you let out repeated gasps and moans.

Your sensitive node is stimulated against his rough armour while you continue to let out outbursts of desire rocking through your frame, clenching around his thrusting spike and feeling him buried deep within you. Despite your position, who it was, you don't care. You love the pleasure boiling through every inch of you and the tight hold he possessed, claiming and using you for his pleasure which you find oddly arousing.

His movements increase, forcing out stuttered vents from you over again, legs spread wide by his secondary arms and the heat radiating from him clouding your trembling frame. You feel his spike pump into you fully over again, twitching violently, vocal sounds growing louder, and you know he's about to overload, and it's no surprise to you that you feel yourself growing close to crashing through your own.

Moving your servo you rub at your node as you're unsure if he would care if you overload or not. Doing this causes your back to arch and accept every rough thrust against you, mewling loudly as you feel your overload coming crashing through you while clenching around his thickness. Helex lets out a deep groan that erupts from his chassis, feeling you clenching hard, giving a couple more jerky thrusts before spilling his thick trans fluids deep in you.

You feel the warm sticky fluids filling you to the brim, filling your chambers, channel and expanding up with his spike against your lower half. Some leak out with nowhere else to go while you hear it drip onto the floor, only low whimpers as the afterburst of pleasure continues to linger.

Helex keeps himself within as he admires and savours every moment, rubbing his primary servos across the bulge against you. He drew out a lot of your energy, and you silently admit it was a pretty good frag, your overload was quite marvellous. You're both lost the moment you don't hear someone entering the room.

Nickel clears her vocals to get their attention, making you both snap your gazes on her as she tads her peda against the flood with crossed arms, not impressed by the scene.

"Seriously? You two have your own private room to fool around in. I don't understand why you insisted on letting it happen in my medic bay."

All you can do is gasp and look away, feeling horribly embarrassed that you've been caught in such a way. You wince a little as you shift, still feeling him buried deep in you.

"Sorry, Nickel." Helex says softly. Despite her size, she somehow put the other members of DJD in their place, and learned to respect her.

"Well, chop chop, get cleaning. I don't want to be stepping in either of your fluids. Place better be spotless when I return." She turns on her pedas and heads out.

Letting out a low groan you feel his spike start to leave you, and flop out leaving your valve gaping and leaking your mixed fluids. Your optics are fuzzy but you feel his hot frame leaning across and sharing a surprisingly tender kiss with you. He tucks himself away, sharing one more glance with you, before turning and leaving the room.

You're left alone, sitting up against the berth as you give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. It seems you're left to clean up, of course. Venting out deeply you do your best to clean yourself, close your panels, and start to wipe down the berth and floor.

Helex confused you, but you shouldn't expect too much from the large mech. You don't know what to expect anymore, or if you were ever going to escape. A part of you doesn't want to though, just so you can keep Helex's spike all to yourself.

#transformers #valveplug #helex #idw #mtmte #djd #reader insert #helex x reader #fanfiction #smut #writing #sugarrusheag

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allisonlol · 2 years

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nsfw hcs for dark era dazai vs. current dazai?? 🤭🤭

a/n: oh man, coming back from my hiatus with this banger?! love this req sm...dazai's character development but only in the sexual aspect?? yessir. this ended up so long tho

warnings: nsfw (duh), pretty explicit descriptions of sex, some dubcon, second section is def more soft than the first, dazai being dazai (his name is the only warning y'all need tbh).

Comparing Dark Era Dazai vs. Current Dazai: NSFW HC's

Dark Era

where do i even start with this one lol

probably not as active as most ppl think he would've been at that time

in favor of hookups rather than looking for a committed relationship

^you gonna look me in the eyes and say dazai had plans for ANY kind of relationship back when he was in the mafia?? yea didn't think so

(not that current dazai really has that capacity either but...i'll get to that in time)

anyway, as i was saying: dark era dazai probably had like two or three hookups a month max?? just didn't have the time for much more than that tbh

compensates for this by being freaky asf tho

you name it, he's probably into it. knife, blood, gun play...

^nothing gets him going quite like holding a loaded gun to your head while railing ur shit

and he's just that level of psychopathic where you honestly can't fully trust him to not pull the trigger

enjoys this theme in reverse too; where you hold the gun to his head instead

^makes you keep your finger on the trigger, enjoying watching you struggle to not accidentally press down on it during your climax (if anything, he probably encourages you to)

big fan of tying you up or restraining you in some way: ropes, handcuffs, etc

having you at his mercy is a MUST. sorry but you won't catch him subbing anytime soon 🤷🏻‍♀️

looks for excuses to punish you. oh, you arrived two minutes later than the time he told you to meet him at? yea, you're getting spanked until you cry for that 👋🏻💥

the concept of a safe word doesn't really appeal to him at this time so, good luck with that (don't hate on me for this one y'all, the guy is a mafia executive)

^i feel like i have to elaborate on this so: dude’s not a total menace, if you were repeatedly & genuinely asking him to stop he would

faux sympathy king. looks down at you with fake concern as you sob

"oh, i'm sorry...does that hurt??" he's not sorry

not very vocal besides when he's degrading you

prefers to take you from behind so he can avoid your gaze (no emotional attachment at all here)

only likes eye contact when you're giving him head. the way your eyes tear up as he pushes your head down on his length does something to him

Current

can i just say that this post is turning out a lot longer than i had planned...this is months' worth of thoughts that have been floating around in my mind

anyway

ADA dazai is a near 180 from mafia dazai

while he definitely still has issues when it comes to emotional attachment, i can see him being much more open to having a relationship (if you disagree, just humor me for the sake of this post)

contrary to popular opinion, i think dazai wouldn't participate in hookups that much (at least not as often as he used to)

^only frequently sexually active after obtaining you as his s/o tbh

still as talented in the bedroom as he used to be, tho 💫💫

much more tame with the kinks, doesn't see the appeal of gun/knife play anymore

primarily because he wouldn't want to hurt you in any way, so the thought of holding a weapon to you is in no way pleasurable

a lot softer and emotionally in tune with you in general

favors positions like missionary & mating press; he HAS to see your face

very touchy as well. always running his hands up your sides, cradling your face, holding your hands etc...

also big on eye contact now!!

still has a thing for seeing you cry, but only from pleasure, not pain

^either overstims or edges the fuck out of you to achieve this

prefers to give rather than receive. has spent (literal) hours with his head between ur legs

fav spot to kiss you is ur thighs and neck btw 💳💥💳💥💥💳💥

doesn't care about dynamics as much. fine with subbing or domming (has a tendency to dom tho; likes the control it gives him)

still likes to restrain you, but only with his strength rather than things like ropes

^detecting a size kink with the way he loves to pin you down..? 🤨🔎

very vocal. has the prettiest moans too?? a mixture of low groans that build into whiny, uneven breaths when he's close

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @beandaifuku @sonder-paradise @irethepotato @serenareiss

#bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x you #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai fluff #dazai x y/n #dazai hcs #dazai smut #bsd scenarios #bsd smut #dazai imagines #dazai headcanons #chuuya hcs #chuuya x reader #dark era dazai #bsd imagines

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yanderes-galore · 21 days

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aw shit- I have to send my request early cuz i'll be very busy T.T

Uhm,, can I request a yandere concept for my girl Marina from Fear & Hunger 2: Termina?

I love Marina sm... Here you go :)

Yandere! Marina Domek Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Mind reading, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Religion, Dark themes, Murder, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Marina was born in the Church of All-Mer.

Since birth she was connected to Prehevil, even if her mother tried to hide her away from the duties of becoming a Dark Priest.

Marina was often taught to camouflage and act around others.

She can read their mind and is capable of magic due to being an occultist.

She originally left Prehevil to flee from her father.

She was not welcome there... Yet years later she's called back for an event beyond her control.

Marina is described as curious and informal when speaking.

She freely speaks her mind and is very knowledgeable about Prehevil, more so than most of the other contestants.

She hates this place... But finds something, or someone, interesting within it.

Marina meets you during the twisted Termina festival.

Soon afterwards she begins to see you as an ally when you reach out to speak with her outside of the train.

You're curious of this place but Marina can also see the fear in your eyes.

You need guidance... Guidance she can provide.

Marina doesn't formally join your party until later.

However, she does speak with you outside of the train.

You intrigue her... The fact you're so curious about her is cute.

You want to know about Prehevil and Marina's knowledge in blood magic.

Marina does her best to indulge you, even smiling and giggling a couple times as you talk.

She really wants to consider you a friend.

I imagine you don't see Marina again until you either save her from the Mayor's House or meet her at the Bookstore.

I like to imagine your party members are Levi and O'saa, although you could have anyone.

Marina just has the most dialogue with those two I think.

Marina is thankful if you save her, in fact her obsession may be faster after this.

Even though you don't see her until later, Marina isn't actually that far from you.

I think (haven't actually played the game) she has Mind Read similar to Samarie, if not... disregard the next few sentences.

Marina may secretly use Mind Read while stalking you.

She's curious and wants to know your thoughts on this place.

Not only that... but how are you getting along with the others?

Eventually she'll meet you again at the Book Store, pretending she wasn't snooping.

The Book Store becomes a pleasant place to meet, Marina perking up when she sees you again.

She knew you'd come here... but still...

Upon meeting her again you offer her to join your party.

Theoretically you should have a slot by this point... which allows Marina to become a valuable part of your team.

Marina, as an occultist, is skilled in many different types of magic.

Be it Pyromancy Trick or creating Ritual Circles... she's skilled in her craft.

Plus, Marina often makes conversation with you about Prehevil.

If you have Levi too, the two most likely join in with one another.

Marina isn't very physically strong but she makes up for it with magic.

Her basic weapon is a knife and she admits she's used to utilizing magic more than anything.

Marina would want to be open with her darling eventually.

Especially if you heard her father... misgender her.

Yes, Marina would only ever want to tell her darling the truth of her childhood.

She wants to create a bond between you where you can be honest with one another.

No lies.

Marina is no doubt affected by the festival like the rest, yet she manages to keep her head most of the time.

This is because she is already skilled in the occult.

As a result, I feel she'd be able to handle herself more, even on Day 3.

Which means she'd be less volatile than most other contestants.

Even when she notices your mind wander or your thoughts corrupt... Marina pulls you back into reality.

She'd be less tempted to outright kill other contestants unless she feels it's necessary.

For example, if the felt she had to kill others to guarantee you both live and make it out of here?

She will.

Marina may start platonic with you, seeing you as an intriguing ally who always just seems to have a way with talking to people.

Yet as the countdown ticks on... it becomes known she feels romantically for you.

Now here's an idea...

Samarie, already a canonical yandere, would view you as a rival.

She notices Marina get close to you, clearly head over heels for you.

After all... Samarie feels a similar way with Marina.

Imagine if Marina's first kill as a yandere was Samarie?

She knows the other girl is obsessed with her... yet Marina isn't interested.

Imagine Marina's panic if you were attacked by Samarie, the other crazed girl ranting and raving about being together forever.

Marina is forced to fight back despite Samarie's protests.

Marina's gaze is dark... enraged.

How dare she make you bleed.

While you're tended to by another party member, Marina deals with Samarie.

Most likely by killing her... as if Marina didn't stop her, you'd be dead too.

By the end of it she returns to you smelling if ash and blood.

You give her a concerned look but Marina pushes your other party member away to tend to you.

It's from this point on Marina realizes she must be careful with you.

Which leads down the route you're thinking of.

I think introducing Marina and Samarie's dynamic is a nice way to make Marina different from other yandere contestants.

When she realizes how easy it is for other contestants to target you, she begins to grow distrust.

As the festival trucks on, you two will be forced to make a choice.

Kill or be killed.

Your fate with Marina could go one of two ways.

You two Moonscorch together like most other contestants, usually due to Marina snapping.

Or... you two manage to live through the festival and Marina tries to settle down with you.

Both outcomes are twisted.

While the Ending A outcome sounds nice... Marina's no doubt changed due to the festival.

Especially if you've witnessed her killing other contestants for you.

After all, if Samarie tried it... who's to say the others won't?

Marina is soon used to the blood on her blouse, even if you look at her in concern.

No need for you to be fearful... she's doing this all for you.

She can read your mind and notices your discomfort.

She ignores it, promising herself that this is how you two will survive.

One way or another you'll be together, monsters or not.

Somewhere on the third day, due to Rher's influence, she is open about how she feels.

"I've fallen for you... I can't get the thought of you out of my mind. Everything I do is for you. Maybe Samarie is right... killing to protect the one you love is invigorating. Don't be scared... I just want us to be together... forever... doesn't it sound nice?"

Marina preaches about settling down with you, forgetting what happens in Prehevil and focusing on one another.

It's ironic that she's just become like Samarie.

She doesn't care if every contestant here dies as long as she gets to live beside you in the end.

As Day 3 approaches it's end, it's soon time to flip a coin and decide your fate once and for all.

Marina waits eagerly for the outcome.

At this point, she doesn't care how it happens...

One way or another you'll be together... and she'll be happy since you're the one she loves the most.

#yandere fear and hunger #yandere fear and hunger termina #yandere fear and hunger 2 #yandere funger #yandere marina domek

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bluecookies02 · 1 year

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Hi cookie, You asked for asks so how bout a smutty Fyodor thirst or headcanon. I'll let you decide which you wanna write a short something on either :How would he discipline his lover, is he gentle but firm, is he rough or something else. Or what are his kinks. Which ever you prefer. Only if you wanna 😘🥰

cw: cameras, cnc, tiny bit of yan! themes

>>For discipline he would rather just ignore you or tell you how disappointed he is. Maybe he'd even act like you don't exist until you figure out what he disapproved off. I don't feel like his punishments would involve anything too physically, unless you were teasing to get a reaction out of him. Sometimes he would indulge and pretend to be more annoyed than he is but more often than not he would not give you what you want. Mainly because it's amusing to see how far you can go.

If you wanna be manhandled all you need to do is ask, he has loads of pent up rage and he wouldn't mind getting an outlet. That's a dangerous move because while he would never intended to be too rough at first, he can get carried away. Deep empathy is not something he develops even for his lover so he would just tell you that you asked for it and that it's not his fault. You'll get princess treatment after, maybe a warm bath with him doing all of the work and he'll give you lots of praise.

It's hard to believe anything he does is sincere but he does spoil you with gifts as an unspoken apology. Is that because he's truly sorry or he just wants to maintain the relationship he has for his own benefit and comfort? The world will never know.

Now I can get really dirty and dark if we consider what would happen if you were to betray him in some way. That wouldn't be pretty. Maybe he made you angry, maybe you got sick of him not making you feel loved enough. I think there's a chance that he develops an obsessive bond with you then, so if you are to go behind his back, his rational side would urge him to murder you in cold blood...but oh my...he could never. No...he would need to make you regret ever doing it until you're too brainwashed to even think about something like that again💕 You always complained how he didn't pay enough attention to you, so reap what you saw...

>>Some kinks I think he would have:

Thrives on being called anything that makes him feel superior. From Sir to Master and all the way to God.

He will often have casually sex, but on rare occasions, his teeth will grit together and he'll have the urge to absolutely cover you in scratches and bruises. Maybe your neck will be too pretty for him not to want it squeezed until you're squirming and pawing at him to let go.

Breeding kink is an understatement, and it's always underlined with his desire to overstimulate himself. He wants to see how many times he can load up your pussy before his body gives up. He's greedy and he'll just take, take and take until he can't have a single bite more.

He's very fond of fingering you, while it isn't particularly a kinky thing, he likes being able to focus on watching you whine and cum over and over again until you're so exhausted your cunt doesn't even give any resistance, letting him drill his long fingers how he pleases. He can't stop watching your whole body shake from the force of his movements alone.

He loves feeling like a pervert, he'll watch you shower and jerk off behind cameras he has for the whole house even if he knows he can just come in there and take what he wants. He'll be away for weeks and just watch every single time you touch yourself, he could be in a meeting or literally in hiding and he'll just have to make use of the opportunity. The inconvenient timing makes it even dirtier and he just can't help himself.

i got carried away imma s t o p, love u Kat💕

#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #bsd #fydor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader smut #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #bungou stray dogs

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hirsheyskisses · 1 year

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Novel.

A Whole New World: Pt. 1

Summary: in this new world, you find yourself to be faced with a strange man. He claims to have friends, friends who can help. Help you from what? None of this, nothing in this world feels like your own.

Length: medium.

An: any questions or ideas? Ask away my sweets!

"Oh? Are you finally awake?"

Though soft, and cautious, the sudden voice caused you to practically leap to the ceiling. Your eyes locked onto a man, a man who stood just peeking around the corner at you.

Nothing about him appeared to be immediately threatening, but that didn't change the fact that you'd either been kidnapped, or some inter-dimensional portal had thrown you into his rather dusty house.

Let's be real, it's probably the first option, you think to yourself.

You didn't say a word. Instead, you eyed him. Your hands were raised in front of your body, prepared to perform self defensive tactics should the need arise.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't even know how you got here,"

The male rounded the corner fully, allowing you a full view of him. As the sun glistened through, you made mental note of his appearance: he's slim, but doesn't seem weak. A two toned blue hair, dyed, you decided, golden earrings, piercing blue eyes- and heels? You dig it. Doesn't change the fact you don't trust him. He wore a tight black shirt and pants, but over that was a white cloak with what appeared to be card designs.

"Yeah right," you scoffed, "you do a horrible job kidnapping me and come up with an even worse lie! Atleast come up with something a little less lame than 'I don't know how you got here.'"

Was passing off your captor a good idea? Definitely not. But you did it anyways.

"Hey now," He complained, "you didn't even give me a chance to explain what happened! This is breaking and entering.

"Besides, if I was gonna kidnap you, I would've tied you up or something so you can't escape."

He tapped the side of his head as though forcefully visualizing the thought of 'logic' in your mind. Well fuck. He had a point, but that didn't make you trust him.

"I can guess by your reaction you're just as confused as I am. Or, was. You've been out for a couple of hours, and I had time to discuss with a friend possibilities of what could've happened.

"Allow me to introduce myself- I'm Ike Eveland. A novelist - you just so happened to be thrown into my house."

Ike, his name was. He stared at you expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to introduce yourself as well. Understandable.

"(Name.) (Full name.) ...nice to.. meet you? My memory feels fuzzy. ...so you're.. not a kidnapper?"

This time Ike let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No. I just happen to be who you stumbled across. Say, where are you from?"

It was concerning how comfortable Ike looked about this whole situation. Your mind felt fuzzy and you could barely even remember the answer the question he asked. Why was he so okay with this? What did he know that you didn't? More importantly, why didn't he call the cops on you?

"...From (location). Are we anywhere near there?"

"...huh? Where's that?"

"In (district/state) , (country). Why?"

Ike suddenly looked confused. You didn't understand why, so you threw out, "on (continent)." That made him even more confused, and he motioned down the hall. "...follow me."

As the he led the way, you realized what a long hallway this was. Dark, lit by candles, with doors that branched off into more halls, and the open rooms leading to boxes of many different themes. Your curiosity was gradually getting the better of you, and it took all of your self control not to ask a torrent of questions.

Ike walked in silence, deep in thought. The only sounds from him were the slight tap, tap, taps of his heels.

Soon enough he approached what you assumed to be an office: a rustic looking desk stacked with books, quills, and ink. He rummaged through papers before pulling out a map, spreading it out, and,

"Point to me where it is you come from."

"Well I come from-"

Slowly, you trailed off. Looking at the map, you realized something: the shape of their continents. They didn't look anything remotely similar to what you know! And.. Kingdoms. Kingdoms and Queendoms and lone territories covered the map instead of states or districts or sectors.

"...where AM i?"

You finally asked. Slowly but surely, fear settled in your gut.

Ike released a soft sigh, shaking his head. "That confirms Shu's suspicions. You're not even from here. I can tell from the look on your face," He was staring at you in total disbelief.

Whilst you were staring at him in absolute terror, too shocked - too scared to speak.

This had to be a dream.

"You're here, in Tamron Queendom. More specifically, Zhilford. Close to the palace, actually, less than two days travel." Ike explained, pointing at the map and where it was labeled Zhilford.

"...this is a dream. This is.. Ike, pinch me."

You were staring to shake. Ike mightve laughed at the request had he not seen the look of fear on your face. He reached over and gently pinched your arm, and watched your face fall completely.

"Hey. Listen, I'm not the one who should explain things. I only know Shu's suspicions, and he'll be back with the others in a bit. ..why don't I get you some water? We can ask each other questions, or you can have a look around."

Ike said kindly. Something in his eyes felt so reassuring. The former distrust you felt from him was evaporating, but you latched onto just a bit of that feeling. You couldn't relax. Not just yet.

"Sure, sounds good.. ...thanks."

Your voice was quiet. Ike could only imagine just how vulnerable you felt. You couldn't even process how he might feel.

Both of you went to the kitchen in an awkward silence. He got you a glass of water, and you sat by the island before finally, you had to ask.

"How are you.. so comfortable? You don't seem that shocked about this.. I mean. I get you're still in your world, but you must be confused. ..right?"

Ike hummed, as if in thought.

"Well.. I am confused. In many ways. Confused about how our lands don't seem to match up- curious how you got here. But magic does many unexplainable things."

"Magic?"

"Well, indeed. The world practically runs from the power of magic. Sorcery, witchcraft, or even the simple belief." Ike replied, taking a dip of his water.

"..but magic isn't real. It's just something made up to make kids have more imsgination."

"...huh?"

Ike looked absolutely dumbfounded by your comment, almost as if you'd slapped him.

"...magic is very much real! What world could you possibly come from where magic isn't real?" He asked, and you felt.. oddly defensive.

"I come from a world where one could say technology is our magic. We don't make portals or potions or fight with magical fire."

You explained sheepishly. Ike simply stared before adjusting his glasses.

"....magic is real. My friend, the one I said could explain better, is a sorcerer. Ones a former demon king, as well."

Had someone said this to you where you were from, you'd have laughed it off as some cringe kid. But now, you were almost finding it believable.

"Sorcerer? I hardly even know 'er!"

"I see our sleeping beauty is awake. You gave us quite a fright."

"Ohoo, you're awake? Nicee, man!"

"Pog!"

Four voices startled you out of your staring at Ike, and your head snapped around. Four unfamiliar faces peered back at you. Once again, that feeling of pure fear was rising in your stomach, and you slid off the island chair and slinked a bit closer to Ike.

The red-headed one in- what looked to be a cloak picked up on your unease quickly. You could tell from his step back. The other three, not so much.

"Names Shu Yamino! I'm the sorcerer, anddd.. you were indeed thrown by a portal here!"

"Mysta Rias, at your service!"

"I'm Luca! It's so pog to meet you!"

One was about ikes height, with- an odd bit of hair that you personally thought looked like a banana. The other wore what looked to be a fox hat and a big grin, and the third a very large man with tattoos, a fluffy cloak, and an even bigger grin than the lasts.

"I'm Vox Akuma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The final voice- it was a dangerous voice. If this is a world where we consider fiction real, you thought, then he must be a siren. His voice, so deep and smooth, threatened to pull you into a state of calm so smooth you thought you'd die.

"Stop crowding them! In case you'd forgotten, they're still very overwhelmed." Ike finally spoke up, ushering them back a few paces. "Shu, your suspicions were right. I've never even heard of where they're from, and (name) doesn't even recognize our map. They've never heard of Tamron Queendom, let alone Zhilford."

Shu nodded, turning his attention to you. "The night you came crashing in here, I could feel an odd shift in energy. A bit of research led me to what happened - a shift in space, if you would. Alternate Worlds have always been a possibility. I'll give a bet that even your time had ideas and theories."

When you nodded, Shu continued on. The others were paying close attention as well.

"What could've happened, though I'm not really sure- was a spell gone horribly wrong, or a large gathering of magic in one space until bam!- space gets split open, and whatever is in that space gets dropped to the nearest world.

"In many worlds, but for this scenario I'll use ours, and even in this Queendom, we've gotten odd technology. We've never seen it before, though some we've been able to recreate. So advanced and confused. It's strongly believed they were due to openings in space.

"You, in any case, are a living example of it. Portals themselves are even harder to create. If you truly don't recognize the map, then it confirms the theory."

Shu inhaled, "so long story short, space go "weee" and snatch you. Make sense?"

Your head was absolutely spinning. It made sense but Jesus, he was so confident in his explanation! So many questions, but,

"...will I be able to go back home?"

The question all five of them had truly be dreading. The all looked downcast, and you understood. But then Shu perked back up and said,

"I'll do my best! I have connections and it'll be.. good for me to learn."

"Don't you worry bout a thing! You've got us now!" The large one, Luca, threw an arm around your shoulders and stared at you with the largest of grins. Mysta jumped in, "yeah bro! We can learn all about eachother."

"You aren't alone. We made the decision to help you assuming you weren't a crazy person. Which, you clearly aren't." Vox reassured. You noticed, and were thankful for, his respectful distance. It was all so, so overwhelming.

"..thank you."

The smallest of smiles finally found its way onto your face. Ike smiled as well, "who wants to show them around? I've got some errands to run."

"If it's all the same, Ike, I wanna tag along with you. Missed some shopping on my way here."

Which left you with the three jokingly crazies. Mysta, Shu, and Luca.

Luca was the first to perk up, "I'll do it! I claim this!" "Awh cmon man, no fair! Rock paper scissors me. Right now."

Mysta demanded. You couldn't help but snicker a bit- they treated this like some sort of honor to do. You met eyes with Shu and he grinned, waving a farewell as he whisked down the halls with a quick farewell.

"Rock, paper.. scissors!" Mysta threw rock, Luca threw rock. "Again! Rock, paper, scissors!" Luca threw scissors, Mysta threw paper. "Ohh damn it!" "Yes! Pog!" Luca and Mysta both said in unison.

You chuckled softly and Ike quickly spoke up to prevent a sulking Mysta, "you can show them around Zhilford later. Sound fair?"

"Oh finee. Ike said your name was (Name), right? Catch ya later!"

As the others made their exit, you felt that same sense of unease. Completely alone with another stranger.

Luca was still smiling at you, not the least bit bothered by your unease.

"Let's go! This place is huge! We actually only recently moved in," Luca explained to you, glancing around. "This be the kitchen! And over there," Luca pointed to a rather large room, "is the dining room." Three exits through the kitchen: one from the hallway, one large opening to the living room, and then a separate dining hall. Got it.

"Alright. Got it."

"Living room.." Luca carried on explaining rooms as they went. Bathrooms, pantry, storage rooms, apparently this place was an old abandoned castle the five had bought recently.

"And coming up, we have the library."

As the blonde man opened the door for you, you felt your jaw hit the floor. It was huge! Books of all different sizes and shapes and series with shelves that went to the roof and so many books.

You were in heaven.

Luca laughed, "you look even more awestruck than Ike did! Most of the books came with the place- but there's multiple empty shelves in the back Ike wants to fill up."

You glanced back at him with a childish smile, "I remember the first time I went to a Barnes and noble-" at the look of confusion on his face you added, "-big book store. It was heaven."

This was even more so heaven because one of these books may contain anything- even a hint- on how to get back. Luca must've thought the same.

"Say, (Name), what do you do where you're from?"

"I worked as a baker. What do you do?"

"Ohh, a baker? That's cool! Vox is the best cook, but I'm not so sure he can bake. I'm a mafia boss!"

He crossed his arms with pride, but that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mafia.. boss.. right.." You muttered, and Luca smiled in response. "Ya don't gotta be scared. I know I'm big n scary," he puffed out his chest a bit, which he had a rather- large chest- "-but as long as ya don't give me reason to think otherwise, you're under my protection!"

He reassured you, holding a hand out. Unsure what he wanted, you gave him an awkward- low high five? Which caused Luca to break into a fit of laughter as he grabbed your hand and shook it.

Of course that's what he wanted-

"I think you'll fit right in."

#luxiem x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #shu yamino #mysta rias x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #niji en #nijisanji #nijien #nijisanji luxiem #a whole new world

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roseaesynstylae · 4 days

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My Favorites of Jedi Appreciation

So, I've been thinking about Jedi positivity a lot lately. So, I decided to make a masterpost. Someone's definitely done this before and better, but I feel like I should throw my hat in the ring.

(There's also A Collection of Posts about the Jedi Order, Part One and Part Two.)

Fics

These fics might not be completely focused on the Jedi Order but they are portrayed positively, or they expand on their culture. Either way, I love them.

Knightrise by deviantaccumulation: In which a new Jedi Order is founded on Mandalore after Order 66.

not the place i was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine: Jedi worldbuilding and Young Anakin and Obi-Wan being sweet.

How a Handful of Droid Poppers Save the Galaxy by Zarz: In which Appo is the hero the galaxy needs and Anakin meets consequences.

Yeet or be Yeeted by virdant: In which the Jedi tendency to jump off tall places becomes a competitive sport.

THE FORCE WILLS DOCUMENTARY by js71: Told as a documentary about the Jedi Order, there's a lot of worldbuilding and other things that make my heart happy.

Pragmatics of the Jedi by aroacejoot, ghostwriterofthemachine, loosingletters: A series that created a language for the Jedi, Dai Bendu, which is absolutely fascinating.

On Meditation by virdant: A short fic about meditation. It makes me happy.

Interviews by BloodyDevil: Interviews with members of the Jedi Order.

In which we burn bodies as bridges by GraceEliz: Jedi mourning in a bittersweet fic.

Anakin Skywalker's Guide to Jedi Traditions by loosingletters: A young Anakin's journal about his new life in the Jedi Order.

The Droid Wars by Crystalshard: R2 learns about the future and drags 3PO along with him to stop it.

Why We Did Nothing by BairnSidhe: Do you like the Mandalorians as well as the Jedi? In which the Mandalorians learn about the Jedi Order's perspective on things and Jaster gets rightfully mad. Warning: It has dark themes (among them, discussions of the murder of children, generational trauma, and Montross-related fuckery).

spilled red wine by scrapheap_redux: I was debating whether or not to add this one, but I really liked the portrayal of the Jedi when they show up. However, it has the aftermath and results of rape (not onscreen) as the inciting incident, which is why I was wondering if I should add it; I want this list to be enjoyable and I don't want to upset anyone.

Unsolicited PR From A Pirate by Everything_or_Anything, lastbattlecry, RogueLadyVader (LaylaYuy), TessaDoesThings, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Hondo is a menace. Also, action figures.

Stolen Choices by softmoonlight: Cal, Fox, and the possibility of a happy ending.

free to find my calling by Papook: Jocasta Nu gets a squad of clones.

Always in Motion by virdant: I never knew I needed a Chewbacca time-travel fic so much.

remember me, fondly by ace_din_djarin: Crafts, Jedi, and bittersweetness.

The Bust Busting by virdant: Yoda is a troll. Dooku is done.

Proper Attire by LacieFuyu: Why Jedi don't wear armor.

Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean: Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan.

Lessons of Peace by virdant: Cody embracing Jedi culture and making dumplings.

Memories of Peace by Margan: Obi-Wan teaches the clones to make dumplings.

Home-onym by virdant: Wordplay and Jedi younglings.

In the Shadows (of Taxes) by virdant: Quinlan Vos specializes in tax law. If that one sentence doesn't make your heart jump a little, I weep for you.

hi, i'm with public relations by lastbattlecry: The Jedi need better PR. Bail Organa knows somebody.

In Which Boba Fett Becomes the Jedi Order's Feral Tooka by Zarz: The title explains the beautiful, beautiful plot.

May the Force be Taxed by ReconstructWriter: Palpatine and the IRS do not respect Jedi culture.

aphelion by Kemmasandi: Plo Koon dies, wakes up decades prior, and fixes things.

Protect That Which You Love by certifiedspacewitch: Mace takes one look at the weird old man asking for private access to a young Padawan and gets his hackles up.

jedi shaming by braigwen_s, evaceratops: Short but hilarious.

The Chess Match Begins by SilverWingedWolf: The relationships between Jedi and clones.

Five Jedi Who Signed the Wall on Mapuzo, and Two that Honored Them by TheSecondBatgirl: The title explains the premise in the best way.

You're Not Flawed Darling (You're just a Little Under Rehearsed) by CombatBootsandDreams: To quote the tags, the Jedi diplomatic corps is intense.

A Little Piece of Home by Maeve_of_Winter: Anakin discovers a new form of moving meditation but worries Obi-Wan won't approve. Quinlan does his best to encourage Anakin to tell him anyway.

shining like a lighthouse from the sky by loosingletters: Rumor has it, if you clean up one of the droids in the temple the day before your Gathering, Anakin Skywalker himself will take you to Ilum. Or: Anakin loses his lightsabers and is absolutely popular with teeny tiny Initiates.

the heart of kyber by outpastthemoat: Stories about lightsabers, masters, and apprentices.

吃飽了嗎? | Have you eaten your fill? by virdant: A collection of fics about food and how food is an articulation of love.

I'm Counting On You by Rivulet07: Not all initiates become Jedi, Mace helps Chirrut find his place.

Being a Jedi by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Scenes, musings and drabbles for Jedi June fan event.

Jedi Parables by Peppermint_Shamrock: Values are often passed down generation to generation through stories, parables, and fables. What stories might the Jedi teach their children?

Five Meditations of Jedi Depa Billaba by skatzaa: What is says on the tin. (Plus one more, for good measure.)

Jedi Culture and Teachings in Canon by gffa: Not a fanfic, exactly, but it's a collection of everything textually said in Disney canon about or by the Jedi Order.

Emotion is our Shared Tongue by virdant: A series of one-shots and fics that explore Jedi language and communication with the Force.

Saber-Assigned Soulmates by inimitability: A slight mishap in the mess hall leads to Obi-Wan giving some very interested troopers a crash courses in lightsabers. Specifically, why some people can pick them up but others can't. Even more specifically, what Jedi erotica holonovels did or didn't get right regarding lightsabers and soulmates.

Shereshoy by SailorSol: This was not how Mace wanted to start his day. Contrary to popular belief, Mace Windu did not actually enjoy being a hardass. But as head of the Order, it was a carefully crafted persona he did his best to maintain anywhere outside of private quarters and behind closed Council doors.

permission to speak by qigiined: Mace is trying his damnedest to file the Temple's taxes among other daily tasks. Plo and the rest of the Jedi Council help and hinder him.

Blogs

There are only so many times I can say "I love this so much, it makes me happy, please know you have filled my head with knowledge and my heart with joy" before it gets repetitive.

gffa: FILLED WITH WONDERFUL THINGS. I would marry this blog if I could. (I'm joking...mostly.)

projediagenda: All kinds of thought-provoking stuff that makes me happy.

ensomniaa: As they put it, nothing but love for the Jedi.

the-jedi-love: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

#star wars #pro jedi #jedi positivity #jedi appreciation #jedi culture #would you believe that this came from reading repcomm and needing an antidote to anti-jedi bullshit?#i will probably be updating this #i love the jedi order so much

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groguspicklejar · 7 months

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part 5 of medieval ghoap x reader

okay now i have things figured out. hopefully, i'll update this story more... hopefully. warnings: themes of forced prostitution, elements of sexual violence and trauma, "whore" is used, hints of physical violence, mentions of Graves and Shadow co., Ghost is not good at communicating, anxiety, angst, protective!ghoap.

Yolanda barely held back her shocked expression behind her hands when you told her what happened. you told only her, as she's the only person you can trust.

"and then he just—" she waved her hands around. "let you go? just like that?"

"just like that." you sunk back on your side of the bed with a sigh, finally being able to sit after walking the long distance with trembling limbs.

it's like your bones have melted over. your blood has already boiled and is now settling into a gentle simmer. your eyes droop as the exhaustion seeps in. the sudden rise and fall of your emotions being pushed and pulled had taken a toll on your body.

"good heavens..." Yolanda giggled lightly as she touched your forehead with the back of her hand.

"indeed." you mused, eyes fluttering closed.

"does this mean the king is going to take you to his bed again?"

you thought about Ghost's behaviour tonight.

not only had he invited you to the king's chambers under false pretences, he'd completely stepped out of character without how he normally is when it comes to you.

he touched you. he fucked you with his fingers. called you with sweet terms of endearment like you meant something to him. inhaled your scent. pulled you close instead of pushing you away as if you were the bane of his existence.

which you know you are. the fact that he had told you to leave because he's under the impression that you want to steal the king's affection proved it. so in all honesty...

"i don't know." you just don't know what to believe anymore.

your eyes slowly closed shut and you fell into the deep clutches of slumber.

when you rise, you discover that Yolanda had worked to keep your secret. she told the rest of the harem that you'd left early because the king was too tired to engage with you for the night. the meeting had taken a lot longer than expected and the nobles, as usual, were bothersome. the king needed his rest.

a half truth. Yolanda was an expert in those. of course she had left out the part where Ghost's absence was noted during said meeting, as no one knew where he was. and you have a distinct feeling that the guards would not say anything either.

though you have no idea why.

why go through all this trouble if he didn't want you? he didn't want you... did he?

it wasn't the king who summoned you. a shudder runs down your spine. it was me.

you're certain he'd made that clear.

she's taking you away from me.

then leave.

clear as day. the dark hatred in his eyes prickles your skin, even in his absence. there was no doubt that had the king not stepped in, you would have lost your head.

staying away from Ghost wouldn't be a problem.

you sat behind Yolanda and fixed the laces of her dress as she read her letter. "well? what does it say?"

she was preparing to see Lord Graves. you don't envy her. so far, he's followed the rules set by Ghost and treated her well and you were fine with that. even though you don't like the thought of her being anywhere near him or his Shadow men or whatever he calls them

she wears an elaborate green gown that cools the tone of her tanned skin and dark hair. the gold highlights of ropes and chains bring out the sparkle in her eyes. you have no doubt the nobleman won't have trouble keeping his hands off her.

her mouth gently murmurs the words as her eyes skim over the browned paper. "my sister's getting married."

she doesn't look happy about the news. why would she be? her sister is barely eighteen years of age and her husband is nearly twice her age. that's never a good sign.

you play with Yolanda's curls, hoping to soothe her. she turns to look at you. "has your letter arrived yet?"

you shrug. "not as far as i know."

"perhaps you should ask Victoria about it. she handles everything."

your lips purse. she's not wrong. Victoria oversees that every letter is either sent or given to the right people in her harem. most of the people came here out of boredom, needed a good earning to support themselves and their families or, much like yourself, out of sheer desperation.

you hate to think about why your reason is for being here. and you'd rather not dwell on it.

"i don't like speaking to her more than what is necessary." you say to Yolanda, sliding more beads into her hair. "but i'll have to ask."

"do you think your aunt will get you out of this castle?" she inquires, shifting to look at you through her peripheral. "if so, can i come with you?"

the thought jolts you. a bright smile graces your lips. trips with Yolanda, staying with her. sounds like a dream you wouldn't mind living it. she is your dearest friend and you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life with her by your side.

"as much as i would like that—" you chuckle, turning her head so she faces forward and you can resume fixing her hair. "i doubt Victoria would make it that easy for us. after all, we are two of her best whores."

she hums. "true." then she gasps and turns back to you and you would be annoyed with her frantic movements as she grasps your shoulders with an elated expression. "perhaps the king can grant you permission!"

you pause. that's... that's actually not a bad idea...

no one has a higher power than the king. with his permission, not even Victoria can stop either one of you from leaving the castle.

"perhaps..." you bite your lip. "i'll see if i can seduce him into agreeing to that."

she giggles along with you and finally settles down to let you prepare her for Graves. if you play your cards right, you wouldn't have to do so for much longer. and perhaps, some day soon, you'll both be free.

from Graves, the king, Ghost. whichever man deems to try and control you both in their wretched world.

for now, you wait for your letter to arrive. and you begin plotting ways to find your way out of this maze.

you don't usually take this route in the castle. it's quiet, especially today on the noble lord's name day. most of the castle has gathered in the courtyard for the celebration.

your gasp echoes through the empty hallway as someone grabs you and pulls you into the royal library, pressing a hand over your mouth when you try to scream. terror seizes your veins when you breathe through your nose until you catch the sight of a familiar pair of blue eyes.

"hello, bonnie." he's grinning like he had just won a prize.

"my king—" you barely squeak before he presses his lips over yours and the heat of his lust melts into your bones like honey. your eyes flutter and close at the sensation and the weight of your own longing hits you.

you've missed him. you've missed him. you've missed him—

a lot more than you'd thought. weeks without his touch has made you yearn dearly for him in a way you never have yearned for any other man who's taken you to his bed.

he slinks his tongue into your mouth, drawing a high moan from you, his hands cradling your head with a relieved groan rumbling from his chest. heavens, you've missed him. you lean into him, fingers grasping his shirt as you return his heated kiss.

it's the first time you've ever kissed him back and you feel him smile because of that. you feel the heat blaze your cheeks at your brazen act.

"i've missed ya." he peppers kisses all over your face and neck, it makes you sick with unbridled joy. "so so much."

your foolish heart thunders and rattles against the bars of your ribcage. it shouldn't be this easy to get under your skin, yet he makes it seem effortless. you should know better than to allow that. you do know better.

hell, you shouldn't even be doing this.

"but..." you attempt to pull away from him, but he loops an arm around your waist as your breathless words echo into the air. "Ghost—"

rather than this desire fizzling out, the king grins widely, eyes glinting with mischief. "did ye have fun with him?"

you pause. he knows...

of course, Ghost must've told him. you're not sure why that would've remained a secret between the two of them. yet it doesn't come as a surprise that the king is aware.

but when you think back on the night before you can't help but shiver. oh, you had more than just fun. if anything, Ghost seemed to have enjoyed himself more than you did.

"i..." your gaze flickered between his blue eyes and his mouth. "i—i did."

it was an odd thing to admit. fun. with Ghost. unthinkable. yet it happened.

you're squirming just thinking about it. the king chuckled when he saw this. "good."

he brings your lips to his again and you melt into the kiss. there was nothing sweeter than his kisses, your own heart falls victim to the taste of him. he looks just as dazed as you feel when he pulls away with a groan.

"as much as i'd like to take ye right here, Laswell would have my head for dececrating her books with our..." heat flushes your cheeks when he cups the curve of your ass through the teal fabric of your skirts. "ravenous activities."

you giggle. "that would be a tragedy."

"indeed." he agrees, pecking your cheek. "see ye tonight, bonnie."

right. of course the king would want to see you again. it makes sense why he'd pull you aside. yet somehow, you're still uncertain about his knight.

the king senses your hesitance. "what's wrong?"

"will Ghost be alright with me coming to your chambers again?" you inquire.

his brows furrow. "did he not speak to you about it?"

you think back to the night before and all you can recall is Ghost's lustful gaze when he cornered you in the king's bed chambers. he'd been clear with his actions. he showed you that he had no issue with expressing his desires, but one thing he said still stood out to you.

deliberating, he told you.

which means, he's still unsure.

you don't like feeling trapped in this maze. it's true that no one supersedes a king's order. but Ghost holds the king's heart and he rules it with an iron fist. no one in this realm or the next can ever change that.

you have no intentions to either, but you wish you had more of a say in this. if you did, you would not even be here with the king. hell, you'd be as far away from him as possible. most likely with what remains of your family, and with Yolanda, if possible.

deliberating isn't a guarantee that he'd tolerate your presence around his beloved. which means it'll be that much harder to seduce the king into letting you and your dear friend leave without an issue.

your eyes cast to the side. "not exactly."

the king lets out a frustrated sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "for fuck's sake, Ghost." he grasps your shoulders. "just be there tonight. we'll all talk about it then, yes?"

you nodded and he bid you goodbye with one final kiss that lasted a lot longer than it should have. and it left a lot more than just your lips tingling.

you suddenly hate the thought of leaving him.

except, he didn't.

he and Ghost were eagerly waiting for your arrival. but minutes had past since the time when you were supposed to be at the door and still nothing. the only person who had knocked on the door was a maid, here to tell them both that you had fallen ill and you wish not to be seen until you made a full recovery.

Johnny and Simon hadn't hesitated to go straight to the harem.

"what do ye mean she's not feeling well?" he fumed at one of the maids. "i saw her at Lord Price's feast. she was just fine this mornin'."

Yolanda was right there with the maid, trying to calm him down. Ghost's presence only added onto their piling anxieties. he was silent as the grave, watching them attempt to lie to their ruler.

"she came down with something." Yolanda, poor thing, tries to placate him and asked him if he would like to have someone else sent to his chambers, but he shook his head.

"i need to see her." sad Johnny as he tries to walk between them.

Yolanda gets in his way. "your majesty—"

"step aside, Yolanda." she flinches at Ghost's tone and reluctantly concedes, obeying him to let them through the doors.

Johnny's heart had been racing as he searches for you. Simon was equally as worried, already fearing the worst. they might be covering up something. an injury. a death. something worse. he's not sure.

but for the fact that you're not in their sights and the rest of the harem is actively trying to prevent that too, doesn't sit right with him.

that was, until everyone steps aside, parting a way for the king and his knight and suddenly, there you are.

you were standing near the window, facing away from them. Johnny heaved a sigh of relief and took long strides to get to you. Simon felt the darkness in his veins subside. you were still standing. that's a good sign. that's more than a good sign.

"your majesty." you bowed before him, eyes cast down and head turned slightly to the side. "i apologize for not being in your chambers tonight. i'm just not feeling well."

"bonnie." he calls out, reaching for you. "bonnie, look at me."

he hates how you flinch away from his touch. but what he sees when he hooks his finger under your chin to tilt your head his way boils his blood in an instant.

a bruise on your cheek. and a cut on your lip.

no one has seen the king quite as murderous as he was in that moment. his voice boomed through the entire room—

"who the fuck did this?!"

[part 6] this chapter was a nightmare to conjure from the depths of my mind. banners by @saradika and @cafekitsune

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rendy-a · 10 months

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Hi, there! :D Here again, second and last resquest if it's not too much trouble.

Reader (Fem or Neutral) x Silver

Activity: After the dance

Theme: Angst And maybe Romantic

Scenario:

I was envisioning a angst scenario where Silver asks the reader to go to the dance together, but Silver accidentally falls asleep and doesn't attend the dance, leaving the reader alone. Melancholic Silver meets the reader after the ball; waiting in the dark of the place in complete solitude in the ballroom 🥀

I hope it is not a very complicated request, everything at your time and without pressure, thank you 🌠✍️🌌

Thanks for joining my event! I'm not the best with angst (it just turns so fluffy somehow), so I hope I hit the mark here. Enjoy!

Crowley was the worst. Or was he? You can’t say you are very happy with your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) right now either. He’d ditched you at the dance. Well, not just the dance, he’d blown you off entirely; not showing up to take you to your planned dinner or escorted you to the venue. You’d felt sure you’d eventually meet up with him later, but he’d been missing all night. You’d stood on the sidelines, not feeling right about dancing with other guys when you were in a committed relationship, hoping he’d swoop in at the last minute to whisk you off your feet. And then you’d forgive him, like you always did.

This time thought, the only one who swooped in was Crowley. “Ah, Prefect, it appears you are the only one here without a date! How wonderful!” You felt your face heat up as you ducked and quickly scanned the room to see who’d heard that embarrassing statement. “I have a date!” you reply in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “Oh!” exclaims Crowley as he exaggerated looks around for your missing date, “Are we pretending to have invisible dates? Is this what the kids do these days? Am I on one of those prank Magicam channels?” You sputter at him, “N.no. He isn’t here right this minute, but I know Silver will show up soon.” Really though, you were beginning to question it yourself as well.

Crowley clears his throat, “Ah-hem! Well, be that as it may, I need someone to stay behind and sweep up the ballroom floor before they go home. I wouldn’t want to spoil any budding young romances, so I have, in my boundless generosity, drafted you to fill that position. Ah, I am so kind!” You sputter and attempt to follow after him to complain, but Crowley is surprisingly fast when running from problems and you soon find yourself caught up in the crowd with the crow fae fading from view. Well, this sucks.

“AH HA HAHA!” Ace laughs with a wide grin on his face. “It’s not fair! You don’t have a date either!” you complain. “No but when I saw Crowley coming, I was smart enough to grab onto someone and pretend.” Deuce guiltily rubs his head, “Sorry, Prefect.” Then he perks up and places his hand to his chest, “I’m going to go confess to Crowley that I didn’t bring a date either. Then Ace and I can join you cleaning up!” Ace goes into a panic, “Waaaa What? No!” You wave him off, “Nah, its fine. I have some things to work off tonight anyway. The solitude will do me good.” Deuce pats you sympathetically on the back and Ace gives you a small sigh of relief followed by a small smile. They were good friends but a friend wasn’t what you had been hoping for tonight.

That is how you ended up here, alone in the ballroom pushing a broom long after the party ended. The rhythmic swish of the broom is meditative, lulling you into a sleepy state. The lateness of the night and the dimness of the room affect you more and more until you feel as though you might be dreaming. So, when Silver places his hand on your own, you hardly seem to care. He was always doing the sweetest things in your dreams, after all. Then, when he takes the broom from your hands and lowers his head, you realize it is not a dream. Your dream prince had arrived at last to rub salt in your wounds. “So, now you can show up,” you reply bitterly.

Silver hangs his head low, “I know it is no excuse, but I didn’t mean to be late. I fell asleep again.” You pull the broom from his hands and turn your back on him as you resume sweeping. After a few swooshes of the broom being the only sound you ask, “So why show up at all?” He looks up at you with a sad smile, “Sebek found me and scolded me. He told me if I left a partner like you alone at the dance someone would steal you away.” That makes your lips twitch up into a small smile before you catch yourself and return to frowning. It was hard to tell if Sebek liked you or not. Sometimes he’d berate you and call you ‘human’ in that belittling voice but then there were times like these where he truly took care of you.

“Well, he is right. How do you know some other knight hasn’t come along to sweep me off my feet?” you peevishly ask. He tilts his head, “If you find someone else, I’ll accept it and be happy for you.” You sigh and swing around, swatting Silver in the chest, “No, you are supposed to be upset and try to reassure me about your love.” He smiled at you sadly, “You already know how much I care for you, or you wouldn’t always be forgiving me.” He had a point.

You kick your foot, sweeping it across the floor while you thought. “Fine. Since you didn’t come to the dance to sweet me off my feet, you can try to make it up to me by sweeping the floor.” Then you hold out your broom to Silver. “Right,” Silver replies seriously, accepting the tool and setting to work. You head over to a bench and sit down, glad to have a moment to rest. The knight was used to physical activity and quickly made progress on your assigned chore. You drape your arm over the side of the bench and lay your head on top of it to sleepily watch him work. It was like watching an odd sort of dance between a prince and his ‘princess.’ Somehow, you were jealous.

“So,” you called out coldly to the ballroom, “you like ‘her’ better than me?” Silver gives a start and looks at you in confusion. “Your wooden jezebel there,” you say as you nod your head toward the broom, “Such find golden hair and a slim figure; the prefect princess for you.” Silver holds out the broom, giving it a long look, “I don’t understand, Prefect, it’s just a broom.” Maybe it was the lack of sleep but suddenly, you felt compelled to make a move, however silly it was. “No, that is my competition and I’m not letting them steal you away.” You cross the room and grab the broom from his hands and fling it away. “I thought you might need a demonstration and, since I’m in a better mood now, I decided to give you one,” you tell him before doing your best attempt to maneuver him into a dip.

Silver looks up at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Then he smiles slightly, “I see. What should I say now? Something like, ‘My Hero,’?” You smirk back at him, happy that he is playing along, “That’s right. Now that I’ve defeated my rival and swept the fair maiden off his feet, well, I think its time I finally got my dance.” Then you pull Silver back up to stand and hold out your hand. He smiles and places his hand in yours. You place your hand on Silvers back and shoulder and lead him into a silent waltz. After a few minutes of dancing you ask, “Well, was it worth waking up for?” He looks at you with a dreamy smile, “Am I awake? I remember doing this with you before; once upon a dream.” You smile and lead your ‘sleeping princess’ into another dance. The night sky overhead was full of stars and you were happy to spend the remainder of the night dreaming with Silver on the dance floor.

#500 follower event #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst silver #twst silver x reader #silver x reader

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thesherrinfordfacility · 9 months

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we need to talk about maggie.

ive thought on this slightly before, but im essentially erasing that post and going to go gung-ho into the depths of speculation on whether there may be more to maggie than meets the eye... because - well, something doesn't seem right, does it? and no, i don't think she's a demon. in fact, i think she's the opposite.

right - im just going to put it out there. i think maggie used to be an angel, and took the same kind of route that gabriel did. i think muriel may have been her mirror, where they similarly got Got by metatron, but the demotion-punishment threatened to gabriel actually worked. bear with me on this, and ill explain (in no particular order):

trapped in the coffeeshop

one of the major indicators to me is where nina and maggie are trapped in the coffeeshop. because even if it's close to closing time, it was light outside, and there were plenty of people still on the street. banging on the windows would have made someone notice. in fact, even when it's dark out, and that one passerby happens to go past, they actually acknowledge nina and maggie, but do nothing.

maggie also remarks that she can see her shop has its door open, and that anyone could go in and rob it; in fact, seems strange that noone does. however, the thing that is eerie to me is the following:

a scenario that potentially seems a bit familiar...

however, i don't think maggie is consciously doing it. and tbh, i don't think aziraphale is consciously doing it either. both scenarios have massive implications for agency and free will, setting up scenarios where they are essentially in a curated environment where they can instigate a romantic interaction with the subject of their affections... and things get out of hand. but it does seem that aziraphale's power channelled through this motive is amplified, and it's potentially the same for maggie.

one thing i will remark is that aziraphale's magic certainly seems to at least affect maggie, but she does seem halfway compos mentis throughout it - acknowledging the oddity of it, but not thinking much further. now, if maggie has the same kind of ability, could aziraphale be similarly afflicted in kind? say, falsely recollects maggie's great-grandmother, or indeed anything else that maggie might hypothetically falsely recollect, a story she might have had implanted or spun subconsciously for herself? (a stretch, i know, but work with me here)

simple thing #1 - earrings

not each of these reasons are going to be insightful, so here; have a look at her earrings (i tried to get the best screencap possible, promise):

(they look like angel wings) and again seem to echo the wing-theme in other gold jewellery we've seen:

"say that to my face!"

im going to practically lift this directly off of my original maggie speculation post, but: there seems to be a theme of both the bookshop and the bentley now needing direct permission from either of aziraphale or crowley for other angels or demons to enter - the bentley one is explicit by means of shax needing aziraphale's permission to enter in ep4, but he also implies in ep2 that crowley likewise has the power of permission for the bookshop, even if crowley doesn't quite cotton on until maybe ep6.

regardless - the issue appears to be that the way that this is put across is that the bookshop in particular is theirs, and it's their permission that matters. but maggie slips up, invited in the demons in ep5, and so on it goes. now this could be easily explained by her own shop still being within the boundary line of the sanctuary, as her shop was originally carved out from a backroom of the bookshop.

but in which case, why would her power hold sway anyway, if she's a human? crowley couldn't give permission (or so he thought) for shax to enter the bookshop, so why would she be able to, if she were human? if she's not an angel, why would her permission to enter the sanctuary - specifically through the bookshop doorway and regardless of her shop being in the boundary - have any weight in the angel vs demon dynamic? it might be because she herself is under aziraphale's protection, but that seems a bit... unlikely? (she says, whilst speculating that maggie is in fact essentially a renegade angel)

simple thing #2 - drinking

miscellaneous items

as i remarked in this LWA response, she seems to be the closest aziraphale has yet gotten to any human; something-something about crowley's line on angels and beehives

the misspelling of "urgency" seems like a rather in-your-face red herring pointing towards her being a demon. put simply, wouldn't be surprised if it were to essentially suggest the exact opposite instead

gabriel was originally sentenced to be memory-wiped and demoted to 38th scrivener, which people have speculated on as being potentially what happened to muriel, in their being 37th. gabriel however opts to leg it out of heaven, and gets wiped en route. could something similar have happened to maggie? after all-

there are other bits and pieces that just vaguely don't seem right about maggie, which im sure i'll come back to at some stage. it might be that she was actually fully yeeted out of the BOL and so she's essentially now a human where the angel element of her 'never existed', but something went a bit screwy and she's still capable of some angelic power. it also - and i fully believe this too - might be that she is just genuinely reflective of certain pivotal moments that occur in s2, a walking embodiment of foreshadowing! but at the same time - i think there possibly might be some truth in others saying that there is something not quite right about maggie.

#here you go have another theory #good omens

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Yeah, I saw the reblog and naturally it made me curious, if you wanted Clarice to save Will obviously you also wanted Will to be away from Hannibal otherwise what's the meaning of saving here? You also said her role will be like Abigail who would now pull Will out of his darkness so everything indicated a future where we see hannigram being separated from each other and we don't really have a problem with that at all.

Thank you for the polite question. I'll do my best to explain.

So first of all, don't worry yourself with what I want from the narrative. I absolutely have biases, the same as everyone else, but most people I meet don't think the way I do, and I don't really know to shore up where the discrepancy lies. In short, no, I do not think that saving Will from Hannibal necessarily means that they need to be separated from each other (or that I want that): in my mind, if Will's really saved, then he could withstand Hannibal's worst moral onslaught even if he were in close proximity. If he needs distance, then he's still morally vulnerable, and that's not really saved, is it? And that kind of explains what I mean by "saved."

Therefore, I don't equate "saved" with Will not having a relationship with Hannibal. We don't see these things the same way. As you see it, if Will is "saved," there's no Hannigram, but that's a non-sequitur: it doesn't necessarily follow. It's possible that Will could theoretically be free from Hannigram and not be saved, and, conversely, he could be saved and still have Hannigram. These are separate things, and either prospect simply requires a different type of writing to make it happen.

The show has already established--quite firmly--that Will's rejection of Hannibal is not sufficient to put Hannibal off, and it's already shown a season of them officially "broken up" where they're not really broken up at all. Being separate from Hannibal is not really a recipe for being saved from him. It didn't work when Will had a wife and kid and dogs and a wilderness home and everything he ever wanted in life, and that's because saving, for Will, is something that has to happen on the internal landscape of his mind with how he relates to the world, Hannibal, and most importantly, with himself.

This idea also assumes that Hannibal himself is immutable as a character, that he can't adjust his worldview to accept a version of Will that isn't the sheepdog wanting to savage the sheep. That's a really risky assumption in a show where the main theme is about transformation. When I made my post about Hannibal's baptism, this is the question that I was posing. I don't know where change would take Hannibal, but I very much can't assume that change is off the table in this regard. All of Hannibal's significant changes have been because of Will, and to some extent, Abigail. Clarice would stand positioned to take up Abigail's missing role in at least some ways, so whatever she may do to change Will, she may also do to change Hannibal. Whatever those things may be, she needs that level of power over the narrative if she's able to come into it at all.

So change, whether we call it saving or something else, is something that's on the table for both men.

Now, I'm actually with you in some ways in the sense that it's hard to see the show's dynamic going forward if Will gets to a point where he's saved, as in done, past tense, it's over, no more changing. So it being done implies the end of Will's character arc. And that implies the end of the show--the intended end, not the Cliffening. Will's the main character, and I don't see the show continuing without him, especially with the rights issues and precariously small amount of show that we might get even if they were able to bring it back in any meaningful way.

So from the point of view of "saved" implying an end to the character change, it does imply an end to the show. But that end could mean anything: maybe he dies. Maybe Hannibal dies. Maybe Clarice dies. Maybe they ALL die, muahaha! With that in mind, I don't see Will being saved as necessarily being indicative of Hannibal and Will being split up: as the S3 deleted post-credits scene implied, there's a version of ending the show where they're together in death, forever.

And that doesn't mean that I even think they're going to die, any one of them. I'm just pointing out that Will's "saving" as an ending leaves the show with any version of Hannigram or no Hannigram that it wants to leave. The possibilities are endless.

For all these years that I've written about Hannibal, since literally season 1, what Clannibal shippers have always wanted in some form was for Will to clear out of the story in some way to make room for Clarice and Hannibal to be together, on the show, so that they could see their ship in action. I can relate to this desire, but I don't think it can happen by Clarice "saving" Will from Hannibal. Because if that happens, then it isn't that Hannigram is over...it's that the show is.

#bear answers #hannibal meta #hannibal #s4 speculations #clannibal #clarice starling #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannigram

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Curious people

Paring: Bruce Wayne x f!reader, Batman x f!reader Warnings: rating T+/M, strong language, themes of depression Summary: "Batman…what a ridiculous nickname," you smiled in disbelief, "he's either a complete idiot or a hopeless idealist," and yet you knew perfectly well that naivety and idealism went hand in hand all too often. Word count: 6.3k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors. Chapter one: Bright future, dark city

"How was your week?" Professor Crane pressed the record button and waited, waited for you to speak.

"Fine," you replied passively as you looked around his office. During your previous visit, you were too stressed to notice your surroundings. But now, the gray walls and black furniture seemed much more interesting than your thoughts and feelings. The office was simple and modest. On the wall hung a handful of diplomas, and in the corner of the room stood a coffee maker which was never offered to you. It looked like all the psychiatrists' offices you've seen in movies. A soft sofa provided comfort, and a box of tissues that stood on a small table informed you that it was okay to cry here. You were certain that in here people had probably cried more than once. You, however, never cried, not in public at least. Tears were something useless to you, something unwanted, you preferred to swallow them quickly and stifle them. Subconsciously you knew that if you allowed yourself to cry you would most likely never stop.

"We can sit like this in silence if you want," the professor's voice sounded in a low half-whisper pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Seriously! We can sit in silence for an hour and not talk about anything!" the cynical smile returned to its place but Professor Crane remained unfazed. His green eyes seemed to pierce right through you looking through any mask you tried to assume.

"If that's what you need," he replied calmly.

"Is that how it's going to work? I'll talk or not and you'll answer in half-words?" frustration crept into the tone of your voice.

"This hour we have is for you, of the two of us mainly you do the talking, I do the listening," he replied.

"Ridiculous," you sighed.

"How does it make you feel?"

"I'm pissed! If it's not obvious!"

"Why is that?" the professor remained composed and unmoved only your blood pressure spiked with each of his steady questions, "I would like us to start building a relationship together aimed at helping you with the problems you came to me with. Yet I get the feeling that you are looking at me as an enemy. Why?"

"Because…." you clenched your teeth trying to control your temper, "because the whole situation is terribly artificial and uncomfortable," you answered but seeing the professor's unaffected face you continued, "I understand that it is imposed by the rules of therapy and by the situation I entered into of my own free will but it doesn't change the fact that it is strange and unnatural! " you explained.

"And how should it look in your opinion," came another dry question.

"In a normal world, people meet and start some kind of conversation, about trivial things! About the weather, about Twitter gossip, about architecture, about politics, about the economy, that's how you start and then you can move on to developing some kind of relation. And if people feel comfortable in each other's company the relationship deepens, becomes meaningful, and then we start talking about more intimate things, that's when trust sets in," you replied, "in the normal world no one starts with Hey my name is Y/N, everyone I loved died, how you doing?"

"I understand but as you yourself pointed out we're not in a normal situation," he calmly pointed out, "so what are you afraid of? You came here to talk about what ails you and yet, now that you're here, you're scared to talk about it."

"Why do you assume that I'm afraid of something?" the gaze of Professor Crane did not leave you, he only smiled faintly and asked.

"Tell me how many friends you have?" the question surprised you, "How many deep, meaningful relationships do you have in your life?"

You didn't want to answer, you didn't want to say out loud how lonely you felt. It wasn't because you had chosen such a life, it just sort of happened. The professor's stare, however, was unwavering, waiting, calmly waiting, while his green eyes shined with curiosity.

"Not many," you replied quietly, "In fact, I don't know if I can call anyone a friend at the moment. I had one friend, she was like a sister to me. Harleen, she was a psychiatrist like you. A few years ago she moved here to Gotham and we lost contact. She doesn't even know that I moved here."

"Why won't you talk to her?" the Professor asked.

"And why should I?" you answered with a question to a question, "It's been years since we last saw each other, we lost contact, each of us moved on a different path, life happened. I'm sure we're both completely different people now."

"How many meaningful deep relationships do you have in your life?" professor repeated the question as if ignoring you.

You didn't answer immediately. That familiar feeling returned, the same one you felt in the company of Lex Luthor, the gnawing feeling which was telling you that you should not be here. The couch suddenly became somewhat uncomfortable, the air seemed to become thick and sticky, the cuticles around your fingernails begged for mercy while your eyes wandered toward the door over and over again. You wanted to run away.

"I suppose I should say it… basically, that's the whole purpose of therapy," you began, "but the whole time as we are talking I keep thinking about quitting, walking out, slamming the door, and never coming back."

"Don't you think it's caused by fear?" the green eyes shone.

"I think I found myself in an uncomfortable situation and a person's natural defensive mechanism is to try to escape," you didn't allow yourself to entertain the concept of fear, "but to answer your question, there are none. There are no meaningful relationships in my life," the professor drew breath but you did not allow him to speak, "hold on for a sec! It's not like I chose to be alone! It's just that, as I said earlier, life happened! I had to focus on more important things, my family was my priority! Family, work, I had no time to socialize! And it's quite normal that relationships fall apart if we don't dedicate them time and attention!"

"And you don't think you might have a problem building these kinds of relationships?"

"I don't have a problem with building relationships!" anger began to boil inside you, "I just approach them carefully! I don't trust people! I like people a lot but I don't trust them very much. And it's not like it came out of nowhere either! People, the closest to me, have let me down not once nor twice. Right, when I needed them the most they were nowhere to be found! It turned out that you can get more support and care from strangers! Trust comes with time, a deep relationship takes time, and people don't want to invest that time. Perhaps I also don't want to invest time in a relationship that could fucking disappear at any moment! I'd rather enjoy a random conversation with a stranger," the warmth of the memory softened your temper, "that fleeting magical moment that, even though I know it will never happen again, will stay in my memory forever."

The professor smiled and stopped the recording. The hour passed in a flash, leaving you with agitated nerves and a desperate need for a cigarette. You began to regret quitting smoking years ago.

"I'd like you to think about what we have talked about today," the professor said as you were getting ready to leave, "to think about the underlying reason for your hesitance towards people."

"I will," you smiled politely, shook his hand, and wished him a good day, promising to show up next week.

At that moment, you intended to keep your promise.

***

As for the days in Gotham, they passed mercilessly without allowing you a single moment to stop and think. After all, the weekend was over in the blink of an eye, and Monday came, marking the start of the work week and a possible meeting with the company CEO. "Just to sneak unnoticed to my office," you thought as you entered the building. Head lowered down, eyes fixed on the floor, you wanted so badly to become invisible. "Why can't I hold my tongue," you were angry with yourself, "I insulted him right to his face," you thought as you passed the security guard and forced yourself to smile. Your heart leaped to your throat every time you heard footsteps on the shiny marble floors, "it's a giant building, there's no way I'm going to meet him," you tried to calm down as you entered the elevator but your imagination was spinning a million possible scenarios. "Fuck, what if he gets in the elevator?" you thought, "Mr. Wayne? Bruce? How will I ever look him in the eye!" you panicked every time the elevator stopped at one of the floors. You were exchanging polite good mornings and have a nice day, but your thoughts were completely elsewhere. They couldn't stop pondering what if. "What if he comes here?" popped into your head as you finally waited in the comfort of your office space for the coffee maker to pour a drink, "why would he come here? He's the damn CEO!" you tried to rationalize as you sat down in front of your computer and tried to focus on your work, "the CEO who said himself that he often looks into TechDev," another thought raised your panic level. "Why the hell am I panicking like this! Not everyone in the world knows who he is! I had the right to make a mistake! How could I know!" you tried to justify yourself, "if he was going to fire me, he would have done it by now!" And yet with every beep of the electronic lock, with every opening of the door to your department, your heart froze for a split second. You wanted to focus on the new experience, you wanted to enjoy every new moment, every second of your first day at your new job but you couldn't. "Well, he invited me for a walk after I insulted him," you realized, "why?"

On the first day, nothing happened. You were relieved to leave the building, glad that it wasn't as bad as you had imagined.

On the second day, you tried to build up your confidence from the very morning. "Even if I meet him, I smile, say hello, wish him a good day! Full professionalism!" you planned as you observed the gray, gloomy weather outside the window. This confidence did not last too long because as soon as you approached the building you began to paranoidly look around in search of the black Rolls Royce. "Don't be an idiot!" you scolded yourself, "he's a freaking billionaire! Surely he has more than one car!"

On that day, however, you greeted the security guard with a polite smile and bright good morning. On that day, instead of staring at the floor, you decided to focus your eyes on the classic architecture and decor around you. That day your heart froze for a second only a few times in the elevator and then in the office. "If this keeps up, I'll finally have a heart attack!!!"

To concentrate on work, that was the key. "I'm here to work and not overthink my fuckups!" you decided just in time as like a blessing your first project from the head of the department appeared. Lucius Fox, the head of WayneTech and a member of the board of directors to your knowledge, turned out to be a man in his fifties with a kind apparition and a warm demeanor. And yet he spread around him a gentle dominance which, in your eyes, he must have built up through years of hard work and invaluable contributions to the company.

"How are you finding yourself in the new reality?" he asked, shaking your hand gently but firmly.

"I found a coffee maker so I feel at home!" you smiled brightly which prompted a short burst of laughter.

"Good, good! The most important thing is to know your priorities!"

"It's impossible to work without coffee!" you smiled innocently and he just pulled the other chair to your desk and sat down comfortably. He placed a thick folder of papers beside him.

"You've got everything?" he asked, inviting you with a gesture to sit down as well.

"The chair is comfortable, the ergonomics are like out of a health and safety manual, and the computer works like a dream," you listed, "the only thing I'm missing is work!"

"You're eager to start huh?" he smiled from under his graying mustache.

"I'm getting a little bored," you clarified, "I've done all the initial training, health and safety, fire awareness training, ethics, security. I know it's the inherent charm of any new job, but I joined Wayne Enterprises hoping for new challenges and opportunities for growth, and I can't wait for my first project!" as you spoke the company's name, your mischievous mind summoned those blue eyes and warm smile, but you kept a poker face.

"I'm not surprised, for people like you boredom is the worse thing that can happen," he smiled again and reached for the folder, "I've read your resume. I saw your concepts, your ideas and projects, and I personally chose you for this position."

"Thank you very much!" a blush spread over your face, you were not good at accepting compliments, "I really appreciate the opportunity and trust in my ability. I won't disappoint."

"I know," he replied briefly and handed you a folder, "these are several drafts and projects that existed some time in the past but for various reasons were never realized. Most of them are in the initial concept stage," he explained, "choose which one suits you best and treat it as your own."

"I can choose whichever one I want?" you asked surprised, flipping through the pages.

"Whichever one you want," he confirmed, "sooner or later you will come to work on most of them. As you've probably noticed this is not a large department," that was true, except for you and Fox you saw only a few people, "I'll expect weekly reports from you."

"Of course, Mr. Fox," you replied, not taking your eyes off the countless possibilities you held in your hands, "now only the question remains, how do I decide?"

"Unfortunately, with this, I cannot help you," he smiled warmly and said goodbye leaving you alone with your thoughts.

By the end of the second day, you stopped thinking about Bruce Wayne.

The third day began with fantastic humor and enthusiasm for work. The autumn sun greeted you with a cool pale golden glow reflected in the surface of the Gotham Bay water outside your living room window. It took barely more than a month of living in Gotham for you to appreciate rare sunny days like this one. With a smile on your face, you decided to make the most of it. "Maybe I should get in touch with Harleen as Professor Crane advised," you thought as you made your way strolling down Grand Avenue, "I got nothing to lose."

In your mind, you were planning a busy, productive and creative day. You planned to brew a delicious-smelling cup of coffee and tackle one of the two projects that caught your interest the most. You planned a walk to the park on your lunch break, or perhaps take a slightly longer trip to the bay for a bit of autumn sun. With your independent position as an engineer, you didn't have to worry about breaks or strict working hours. You didn't have to punch in your clock at the same time every day and leave the office after nine hours. The monitoring systems recorded your every entry and exit anyway, you didn't even have to report it. You started at whatever time you wanted, in the morning, in the afternoon, you could work in the evening as well as even at night, and the latter suited you best. You always felt more productive at night, you preferred to sleep until noon. You have always been called a night owl. This week, however, you decided to work mornings, you wanted to get to know the company better, you hoped that the morning hours would allow you to get to know your co-workers better. But you quickly realized that for such a thriving branch of the company, WayneTech had very few employees. They were mostly middle-aged people who had probably worked at the company since their youth. Compared to the rest of the company, WayneTech seemed frozen in time. An asylum of great creative minds and, and as you assumed, the most trusted ones. Usually, they were hidden behind their computer screens, behind countless stacks of blueprints, behind bound folders of documents. On that day, however, upon entering the department, you were surprised to see two of them immersed in a hushed intense discussion. Luke Fox, the boss's son, and Claire Russell, the only WayTech employees who, in your estimation, had to be of a similar age to yours.

"Hey guys!" you greeted them in an attempt to get their attention.

"Hey Y/N!" they replied simultaneously and returned to the conversation.

You didn't want to insert yourself between them, you were new and well aware that participation in hushed conversations had to be earned. As usual, you made yourself a cup of coffee and sat down at your computer. You had planned to get to work right away, and yet, that strange feeling so familiar to you returned along with sudden chills on your skin. You opened a browser and typed in the Gotham Gazette website address. You've never done this before, you never read the news, preferring to keep your mind calm and undistracted unnecessarily by things over which you had no control anyway. And yet, a strange hunch, a quiet voice somewhere in the back of your head whispered to investigate, and it was right. On the front page in giant letters, the headline read: JOKER STRIKES AGAIN! BATMAN STOPS THE MANIACAL CLOWN ONCE MORE. You quickly clicked on the article and delved deeper into the content.

On the night of November 22/23, the Joker once again attacked the residents of Gotham. The attack occurred around 10 pm in the Port Adams area. According to witnesses' statements, the terrorist clown's target was supposed to be the shipment of unmarked chemicals delivered the previous night to the port. Police quickly arrived on the scene and, according to a statement from Commissioner James Gordon, no one was hurt in the shooting. The safety of residents and security services was once again ensured by the lone vigilante who restrained the clown after a brief fight. Reporter Jack Ryder, who was on the scene, captured the fight between Gotham's mysterious protector and the Joker's gang.

The photos in the article brought cold chills to your spine. Police cars, an intense shootout between police officers and people with faces painted in white as if they were clown masks, and between them a black figure descending from the sky like a giant bat, as if it wanted to stand between them.

At the moment, it is unclear whether the Joker planned to steal or destroy the unknown toxins. It's also unknown where the toxins were delivered from and whether Gotham residents should fear another wave of attacks from the hands of the Joker. As of now, all the chemicals have been secured and the Joker has been transported to Arkham Asylum.

You could not take your eyes off the dark, masked figure. Against the blackness of the night, even in the perfect photo, the reporter captured only an indistinct shadow. The headlines of the linked articles read: WHO IS BATMAN? VIGILANTE OUTLAW OR HERO? MASS MIGRATION OF CITIZENS TO CENTRAL CITY AND METROPOLIS. GOTHAM CRIMINALS, GANGS, SUPERVILLAINS - HOW TO PROTECT YOURSELF?

"Hey, guys!" you called out in the direction of Luke and Claire, "Is this kind of news normal in Gotham?" you asked without taking your eyes off the computer.

Before you had a chance to read the next article they both pulled their chairs over next to you and looked at your computer screen.

"Pretty normal day in Gotham," Luke commented and Claire just nodded, "it may not be every day, but at least once a month a similar headline appears in the press."

"Really, after some time you stop noticing them unless Batman appears in the headline or in the pictures," Claire continued, "it's always newsworthy."

"Ryder or Vale have a keen eye for photos," Luke interjected.

"And a good instinct for being in the right place at the right time," Claire finished for him.

"Sometimes they manage to catch a close-up on Batman but that's a rarity, to be honest…"

"Hold on, hold on," you swept your eyes over their faces trying to keep up, "Who the hell is Batman?"

They both smiled broadly as if your question was the funniest and most delightfully ignorant thing they had heard in a long time.

"Nobody knows," Luke replied, "he appeared presumably seven, maybe eight years ago. No one knows where he came from or who he is."

"People thought for a long time that he was made up," Claire continued as a blush of excitement appeared on her face, "they thought he was an urban legend made up to scare Gotham's criminal underworld."

"But then pictures started appearing in the press…."

"People whom Batman saved started giving interviews…"

"The police stopped denying his existence…."

"It is said that he even began to work with them. They installed a big spotlight on the roof of the GCPD, everyone calls it a Bat-signal. People say that he is the only one who can enter Arkham Asylum without special permissions…"

"Batman can enter anywhere!" Claire chuckled with excitement, "Nothing or no one can stop him! He protects us all!"

"Fangirl," Luke teased, "but the fact is, I don't think anything can stop him. I don't think he's human at all."

"And who would he be! An alien!?" on her face you could clearly see how fascinated she was by the mysterious vigilante, "Batman is a hero! He protects us! He protects the city!"

"You want to tell me," you finally interjected, "that I moved to a city where a guy dressed as a big bat, possibly an alien, fights psychopathic clowns and that's totally normal?" you asked rhetorically and they just smiled with amusement, "I really should read more news…."

"Don't worry…." Clair tried to sound comforting, "This is a big city. You have little chance of ever finding yourself in the middle of a fight between Batman and Gotham's psychos."

***

The night began to spread in the enveloping darkness over Gotham as you sipped warm coffee and pondered your life choices, staring at the sea of light like an endless constellation of stars. You couldn't help but think that Bruce was right, the view from the observation deck was truly unforgettable. The huge city stretched before your eyes with a million paths and roads, the glow of countless lights, the vastness of endless possibilities. A city that seemed to never sleep, a city that even under the cover of a cold autumn night seemed to pulsate with a quiet steady life. A city that housed crime greater than any other, violence more brutal than you could have imagined, the pain and suffering of tormented frightened people. But there was something else within it. In the shadows of darkness and despair, there was a beauty that no one could kill, a beauty that you saw every day. In the dark alleys, in the dark corners, quiet faith in a better tomorrow hid, an inextinguishable hope that was signified by a symbol lit up in the night sky time after time. At least, that's what the people of Gotham said. That's what you read from Luke and Claire's hushed voices, from the endless articles the rabbit hole of which you had fallen into for hours.

"Monsters in the sewers, maniacal clowns, deadly riddles," you kept recapping in your mind the descriptions you'd read, "the Italian mafia that rules the city, corruption, complete apathy, and a mysterious protector in whom people find hope," every single article you found contained a mention of the Dark Knight, Gotham's only hope. A man, presumably, who alone decided to stand between all that is vile and cruel and the people of this beautiful city. "Who is he," you wondered, "what determination and courage must he possess to stand alone against them all?"

You took a sip of coffee and gazed wistfully into the night as its warmth spread pleasantly inside you. "Batman…what a ridiculous nickname," you smiled in disbelief, "he's either a complete idiot or a hopeless idealist," and yet you knew perfectly well that naivety and idealism went hand in hand all too often. Listening to the quietly beating heart of the city, you could imagine how one man could be willing to do anything to protect it. Even though you had lived here for barely more than a month, you felt like you belonged here.

The wind blew harder and you only closed your eyes enjoying the quiet murmur of the night. The night you loved so much, the night in which you always felt more alive than during the day. You listened to the sound of the cars, the quiet whisper of the wheels and the hum of the engines that passed through the many streets of the city like blood quietly flowing through the veins. Somewhere in the distance, a ship signaled its arrival in the bay, somewhere farther away the cries of seagulls rose into the night sky and echoed through the silence of the night. You smiled and with your imagination's eyes, you saw the people of Gotham, in their homes, slowly ending their day. Cuddling their children to sleep, relaxing while watching an evening movie, walking their dogs for one last evening walk, falling asleep in the embrace of their loved ones. "I wonder what the Dark Knight is doing when he's not fighting maniacal clowns," you thought, completely ignoring the quiet sound of footsteps coming from the entrance. You didn't have to open your eyes or turn around to feel his presence. The familiar feeling you trusted more than anything returned. The aura in the air suddenly changed, as if the air around you was filled with an electrifying tickle as he silently approached and leaned against the railing beside you. You let this new feeling tickle your senses. You let the cold wind cool the warmth of the coffee inside you, let the hum of the city drown out the silence that lingered between you, let the chill of the autumn night be warmed by the woody scent of warm spices that floated around you. You breathed deeply enjoying the fusion of sensations, smiled, and opened your eyes.

"You were right," you broke the silence in a whisper, "it is breathtaking," there was no trace of nervousness in your voice. Suddenly, every worry you had, every scenario of your awkward meeting that you had created in your mind over the past few days, seemed distant and so utterly ridiculous. For when you looked at him you felt nothing but peace. You felt this quiet excitement that seemed to be growing inside you.

Bruce only smiled faintly while gazing at the ocean of lights against the blackness of the night. For a long moment, you stood like that in silence, and to your surprise, it didn't bother you at all. Both of you gazing at the city, both of you enjoying a moment of peace and quiet after a hard day.

"I like coming here," a soft, low voice snapped you out of your reverie, "I like to listen to the quiet pulse of the city," blue eyes glimpsed at you, "usually I'm here alone."

"I'm sorry," you smiled innocently, "did I ruin your me time?"

"No," he replied softly, "it's a nice change," he added and gazed into the distance again, "it's just usually no one is here at this hour. What are you still doing in the office?"

"I like the night," you replied and leaned against the railing next to him, "I like to work at night, my brain is usually more productive after the sun goes down."

"I can relate to that," he murmured quietly then added, "I do not suppose you want to tell me that you have been working…"

"I'd like to," you replied realizing yet again that you were talking to the most important person in the company, "I've fallen down the rabbit hole called the Internet and endlessly scrolling through articles about Gotham and its more colorful inhabitants," you glanced at him stealthily but his face remained calm and stoic, " today's morning article on Batman triggered my need for knowledge."

"She reads after all!" he teased.

"Hey, not cool! It's not that I don't read at all!" you defended yourself, "I just like to keep good mental hygiene and not clutter it with unnecessary information!" you looked angrily at the barely noticeable smirk, "I regret a bit that I haven't thought about reading more about the city before I moved here…"

"Why didn't you do that?" he asked while looking into the distance.

"I realize how this is going to sound," you began, "but I had nothing to lose, and nothing to risk. I needed a change of scenery, I needed something new, something exciting in my life. I saw an opportunity and took it!"

"Some might say that this was stupid and unreasonable…" he quipped without looking at you.

"Perhaps, but damn… life is like poker you know! Sometimes a hand is dealt poorly and you have to wait it out. And sometimes you just go all in!" you glanced at him again looking for some reaction, "We don't get to choose how we start in this life. Real greatness is what you do with the hand you're dealt. That's what I believe, that's how I roll!" blue eyes flicked at you and a warm smile once again dawned on Bruce's face.

"I like that, those are wise words," he said softly.

"A moment ago you said you thought it was stupid and unreasonable," this time you teased forgetting again who you were talking to.

"I didn't say that I think so," he denied, "I said that some people may think so. I find that…" he hesitated while his blue eyes scanned your face as if searching for the right word within you, "admirable," he decided finally.

You smiled proudly and returned to gazing at the city spreading before your eyes. You couldn't say why, but talking to him came so naturally, so casually, as if you had known each other for many years. He didn't exude the same ego that Lex Luthor did, even though now as you looked at him you saw an undeniable strength in him. Although you tried not to, your eyes kept wandering in his direction. Toward his powerful figure, towering even as he leaned nonchalantly against the railing. The perfectly tailored suit displayed the position and power he possessed, the expensive watch whose dial reflected the moonlight represented prosperity, and that luring scent attracted and seduced without even trying. Yet there was ease and authenticity in his demeanor, honesty and genuineness in the tone of his voice and smile, sincere interest in the glow of his eyes. Beneath the facade of an influential powerful billionaire was a real human, a young man with tousled black hair and sparkling fascinated eyes whom you were eager to learn more about.

"If you had read about Gotham earlier would you have turned down the job offer?" he asked breaking the silence.

"I don't think so," you replied honestly, "but at least I would have known what I was signing up for. Instead, in one day I had to catch up on information about the Joker, Riddler, Poison Ivy, Killer Crock…" you began to list, "like forgive my French, but what the actual fuck!? Killer Crock!" Bruce chuckled quietly, "Seriously has anyone actually seen him, or is it just an urban myth!"

"Well, isn't it the fact that there's a grain of truth in every myth?"

"Perhaps, but somehow I find it hard to believe in a monster with the build of an oversized man but the appearance of a crocodile! I find hard to believe in a lot of things I've read about today but one thing is for sure, reporters in this city are remarkably brave!"

"Or unreasonable," he chuckled with a smirk.

"Or that!" you laughed quietly, "Maybe this city attracts unreasonable people…" you wondered aloud, "after all, at night it is protected by Batman…" you emphasized the last word, "Like seriously, dude calls himself Bat-man."

"Apparently Gotham has a thing for weirdos with ridiculous aliases," he snarked.

"You've lived here all your life, what do you think of all this as a native Gothamite?"

"Well, guy who dresses up like a bat clearly has issues," he replied with a sneer.

"True," you chuckled, "I wonder what childhood trauma drove him to do that. Instead of going to therapy, he kicks criminals' asses! At least he doesn't have to listen to endless 'how do you feel about this,' 'how does this make you feel,' 'your anger lies at the root of unresolved issues you've bottled up and hidden inside,'" you chuckled.

"You sound like someone who knows," the blue eyes gazed at you curiously.

"A friend told me," you joked and yet Bruce didn't take his eyes off you, as if he wanted you to continue, as if he wanted to ask, and yet something was holding him back.

You didn't know why but you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him everything that troubled you, a million thoughts that ran through your mind as he stared at you as if trying to understand you without the need for words. You were usually cautious around new people, you usually hid behind a giant wall you had built for yourself, you usually didn't say anything about yourself, you usually assumed a mask of confidence, sarcasm, irony adorned with a devil may care attitude. And yet there was something about him that for a moment ignited within you a desire to be real for a change. A desire not to pretend this time. Maybe it was the casualness of your encounters, maybe it was the nature of your interactions, or maybe it was the simple sincerity and human kindness he expressed. You just wanted to be yourself…

You took a breath calming your excited heart wanting to continue the subject you had jokingly started when suddenly the sky lit up with a pale yellow glow illuminating the bat symbol against the blackness of the night sky. It shone intensely, making you suddenly feel uneasy as if all your senses suddenly turned into a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

"I've never seen it before…" you whispered quietly. Bruce only turned around and looked at the symbol in the sky. For a split second something shifted in him, a change barely discernible under the cover of darkness, so subtle that you were sure a normal person wouldn't even notice it. But not you. You noticed the subtle change in posture, the tense muscles of his neck, and the blue in his eyes that seemed to have taken on the color of the deep ocean.

"We should get home," he said in his usual warm voice, and yet there was something different in it, "I know you're new here, but when that symbol shines in the sky, it's a sign that the city is not safe," you nodded observing him carefully, "do you have a car in the parking lot?"

"No, I haven't bought a new one yet," you replied and Bruce only reached for his phone and without asking you, called one of the cabs that drove for Wayne Enterprises, "no walking today huh?" you smirked.

"Raincheck?" he asked and you smiled in agreement.

"What about you?" you asked.

"The end of the month is approaching, I'll probably be working until morning," he replied, "I'd drive you home but I really don't know how long it will take, I'd rather you be home as soon as possible. On a night like this, your curiosity could put you in danger."

"You sound like you think you know me, Mr. Wayne! " you sassed.

"I don't," he leaned closer and for a moment the depths of the ocean took on the color of blue sky again, "but I'd like to. Consider me curious."

The shadow of the night in its blessing hid your flushed cheeks as you left the observation deck heading in a hurry home. As you left Wayne Tower, thanking Bruce for arranging the cab and for the delightful conversation, exchanging last glances and polite smiles, you knew that this night would be a restless one for the people of Gotham as well as for you.

That night you didn't sleep. That night you pondered about what to do with the hand you're dealt.

***

Chapter three: Madness and old friends

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Author note: Thank you for the warm response to first chapter. Hope you enjoyed this one as well. I want lie, I was kind of regretting my decision to set everything on a work background, because it challenged me to write mundane stuff and not make them boring! Hope I managed to do so! I am so eager to write all the craziness that Gotham has to offer but story needs to have a flow. Cause and effect. So I really need to hold myself back for now. I have an idea which I want to realize. Hope that at the end it will be worth it ;) But for now, my Dear Reader, I thank you for reading.

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