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joshslater · 2 years

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YMMO

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I've always got along well with Sammy, though we were nothing alike. He was decent looking, I wasn't. He was athletic and great at sports, I wasn't. The girls were always swooning around him. Not so much around me. He was dumb as a rock, but I wasn't, so he often came to me for help with homework or other things beyond him. I didn't mind. For one he was a genuinely decent guy, but it also gave me some social protection by being "Sammy's friend". I remember one time a few months into the first year when a bunch of seniors started to harass me on the stairs. Just when the bullying was about to pick up steam Sammy walked by, seemingly oblivious to what was going on, and asked me if I had time after school that day. Somehow my tormentors instantly deciphered the complex social structures of teenage school life, and figured out that if a guy that looked like him was my friend, word of my bullying would pass through the echelons of football players, and before the end of the day the senior football team would stuff them into a locker. Perhaps Sammy did what he did to save me without having to embarrass me or the bully squad, but honestly that would probably be too advanced for him.

"Fuck it! I'm too stupid for this shit," he exclaimed, threw his pencil on the table, and stretched his arms behind him while he slumped down as far as he could on the chair in the study room. The T-shirt lifted enough that I could see the faint outline of his "V". He wasn't built bulky, but had an envious swimmer's body that always seemed to be showing square abs, as if he was genetically lacking subcutaneous fat. "Just focus on the simple stuff that will get you to a passing grade and ignore the fancy stuff. A salt is just a positive and negative ion put together." The pencil had continued to slowly roll across the table and fell off the edge in an event that was far more interesting to Sammy than my pep talk. "Don't you wish you could be someone else? Like swapping bodies or some shit?"

Now I was the one with lost concentration, as I looked at the faint treasure trail showing in the gap between his black T-shirt and the top of his Tommy Hilfiger underwear peaking out from his white sweat pants. I could feel my dick stiffening, and not for the first time when alone with Sammy. I still wasn't sure what it meant. Cathy was definitely the hottest in the class, and I got erections all the time with no explanation. "You want mine?" he asked deadpan. Yes! I wanted to yell. All the advantages he had from looking like he did, and he didn't even know it. "Barely used, and probably peaking. The way this shit is going I'll be collecting fucking trash bins right after graduation," he continued.

"There's no one else I'd rather swap with," I said in what I hoped came off as sincere. "Really?" he lit up. Then he made one quick, swooping dive after the pencil and up again into the chair. "So salt are ions?"

The smell of something burning made me wake up fully in mere seconds. I fumbled trying to find the light switch and quickly gave up as I could see the faint light of embers coming from the other side of the room. As fast as I could I jumped out of bed, rushed across the room, stubbed my toe on something, managed to not yell out, and found the switch to a desk lamp in the glow of the embers. It took a moment to adjust to the light, but I could quickly see the fire was contained. On top of the desk was a large clay plate, the kind you put under big flower pots on the porch, and on it were the smoldering remains of paper and what might have been small twigs or something put in a pentagon or whatever that star shape is called.

I didn't understand why someone would put that in my room. Even the desk wasn't mine. As I looked around the room I realized that everything had been replaced. On the floor I could see a lot of trash thrown around, a sweatshirt, comics, a dumbbell, those kinds of things. I limped out to the bathroom, also moved, to have a better look at my foot. After I'd fumbled with the light switch there as well I saw something I hadn't seen before. The mirror was running some fucking filter or something, because in it I looked exactly like Sammy. I didn't even know you could do that. Sammy moved just like me, and to my delight was shirtless. I'd never seen him shirtless before. He had the same white sweatpants on as before, but peeking out was the waistband of his underwear with some incomprehensible writing on it. The last part said "YMMO", so perhaps Japanese. They say weird shit there.

I tried turning off the filter on the mirror, but the touch was broken, so I grabbed my phone. It too had been replaced, but thankfully the fingerprint reader was the same, because I could unlock it. I couldn't find any way of turning it off there either, and all the apps were jumbled.

I must have been really fucking tired because it took me ages to figure out I was the one with a fucking filter. I looked exactly like Sammy. I realized it when I was about to take a piss before going back to bed and saw it wasn't my dick, or body for that matter. I'm sure it's all just Sammy's prank. I have to call him tomorrow and ask him to fix it, so we don't show up like fucking twins. Before going to sleep again I'll have a fap with his dick though.

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blue-sadie · 7 months

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Stop Your Breath

Kane x Friend Reader

Summary: somethings changed his changed and you don't know if it's for the better

Warning: choking, tied up, breeding, marking

Yn/3rd person pov

I descend from the top of the stairs slowly holding my up graded bass ball bat the end of it covered in nails, my eyes were locked on the rattling door noob, stepping closer to it and raising the bat up to swing as the door opened.

"Its me" I stop mid swing as I heard him shout "fuck kane I almost killed you" I squealed and dropped the bat he looked between me and the bat and pointed at it "halloween" he asked with a bit of tease in his voice as he grinned.

"Still a killing machine though" I huffed slightly and walked into his arms hugging him tightly "what are you doing here" I murmured and pulled back a little so I could see his face.

His grinned fultered for a split second and his eyes glossed with tears "is everything ok" I asked my voice wavering with concern he bit his lip and looked down to the ground shaking his head.

"She cheated" he whispered so softly I almost couldn't hear it "w-what" I had to ask again just so I can make sure I heard him right, "she.... she cheated on me" his breathing became shallow as silent tears ran down his face.

I used one of my hands to urge him to look at me "it's ok to cry kane" I murmured he always had the tendency to bottle up his emotions due to his training.

He leaned into my hand and bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly his body began to shake from his crys "I-I'm supposed to be leaving tomorrow" his sobs echoed through the hallway.

I shushed him gently and hugged him more tighter then I ever have before "it's going to be ok" I reassured even though my heart hurt so much.

"Your going to be ok" I whispered and gently urged him to the couch were we lay in the comfort of eachothers arms, my hands drawing little patterns on his arms as I listened to his heart beat.

His crys of pain made my heart ache but I didn’t know what to say or do, I've only ever see him cry a couple times, "why doesn't she love me".

I wanted to say so many things but I couldn't form the words I couldn't let my feelings get the better of me, I just stayed silent listening to all of his pain it killed me.

"Am I not worth loving" my eyes snapped to look at him and he was already looking at him his filled with sorrow and helplessness, his dark curls framing his face perfectly.

I let my walls break as I adjusted myself fully to look at him "you deserve everything the world has to offer kane and I hate that you can't see that, you risk your life everyday saving alot of people" I paused taking a deep breath in.

"There's a lot of people that love you it doesn't matter if she doesn't she didn't deserve you" tears of my own started falling down my cheeks "you don't deserve this" I whispered.

"You deserve someone who treats you right someone that can handle you at your best and worse" I murmured intertwining one of our hands together.

He smiled softly and leaned up to me his hand gently caressing my cheek "I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner" he said softly before gently pushing his lips to mine I whined softly as he pulled away.

"I deserve so much better" he smiled his eyes no longer filled with sadness he pecked my lips once again and shifted so we were both laying comfortably in eachothers arms, we sat in silence just enjoying eachothers company.

I let out a tired yawn and I felt him shift underneath me "it's ok lets just sleep" he murmured seeing my tiredness.

My eyes slowly drifted shut and I released some soft murmurs I'd hope he'd hear "please come back to me" before drifting to sleep.

"Of course I will" he whispered to your sleeping and gently kissed your temple and falling asleep himself, he was long gone when you woke up but you snuggled in further to were he lay because his scent lingered "come back to me please".

Time skip

It's been 14 months since kane's left my heart aches worst with each passing day the thought of him not returning makes my fists clench I should've tried to make him stay convince him to stay with me.

It takes longer for me to fall asleep nowadays most of the time I'm sitting on my windowsill hoping to see his car round the corner or keep my phone fully charged with full volume notifications.

"Goodnight kane" I whispered to myself and slowly drag my tired self to my unmade bed I lazily covered myself as I got in.

My eyes slowly flattered shut as I snuggled into the pillows "I miss you" I murmured and yawned tiredly slowly drifting to sleep letting my mind disappear into the land of dreams.

Your soft snores covered the sound of your door being unlocked and the soft padding of foots the man you have been hoping for has returned but your sleeping figure went unfazed.

He didn't know why he came here instead of going home, to his wife he didn't feel the need to he felt the longing that the man before him felt kane wanted you he needed you.

His dull lifeless eyes stared down at your sleeping figure not knowing what to do must he wake you or leave you asleep and just leave but his body didn't want to move so he just stood there.

I groaned slowly stirring from my sleep the feeling of uneasiness waking me I sleepily reached over to my bed side table turning on my lights.

I didn't notice the man infront of me in till I opened my eyes after rubbing them "fuck" I scream and threw one of my pillows at the intruder but he went unfazed.

"K-kane" I murmured unsure unsurely and rubbed my eyes again to make sure I wasn't dreaming "kane" I yelled out and threw myself into his arms hugging him tightly.

"I missed you" I whispered as a few happy tears escaped my eyes, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me and leaning his head into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent "i-i missed you to" he didn't sound so sure.

I pulled back "what happened" I murmured looking into his eyes but they weren't like I remember they looked lifeless and dull "why aren't you st home" he didn't answer my questions and just continued to stare at me in silence.

"Kane answer me" I was worried for him, I gently raised my hand to caress his cheek he stiffened under my touch he quickly grabbed my hand that was by his face and brought it to his mouth and kissed my wrist.

"I need you" he whispered his eyes darkening as he dragged his gaze up and down my body my body shivered in anticipation and my cheeks felt flushed, I took in a shaking breath.

"I-i need you to" I stammered moving my hands to wrap around his neck and leaned up onto my tippy toes pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss.

His hands planted themselves onto my hips pulling me into him I gasped against his lips feeling his erection he this to his advantage and deepened the kiss more making my knees buckle.

He slowly moved me back onto the bed and slowly took off his shirt maintaining eye contact me, my breath hitched as I gazed upon his body small scars and cuts littered his chest.

"Take off your clothes" he said sternly as he slowly undid his belt I nodded submissively and slipped off my clothes, he quickly took off his pants leaving him in his boxers.

My mouth watered as I noticed the big bulge of his cock, he slowly claimed onto the bed and straddled me with the belt in his hands "hands up" he muttered I nervously gave him my hands.

He wrapped his belt around them and tied them to the headboard sighing out a shakey breathe as he did so he slowly let his hands graze down my arms to my shoulders down to my breast giving them a slight squeeze making me whine out.

A lustful glint appeared in his eyes and pulled his hands away from me, I watched intently as he started to touch himself his hands slowly inching their way to his boxers and painfully slow he pulled out his cock.

"I hope your ready for me" he said and leaned down on his arms and attached his lips to my neck, his body caging me down "f-fuck I am I am" i whined slightly lifting my hips to feel his cock against me.

He let out a deep growl and moved one of his hands grabbing his cock giving it a few jerks before moving it closer to my core, he ran the tip up and down my slight my body trembled slightly.

"Please kane" I whispered gently tugging at my restraints he smirked against my skin and gently pushed in, we both moaned in pleasure my muscles spasming as he split me open.

"Fuck" I moaned throwing my head back into the pillow I felt him adjusting himself and I gasped as I felt him wrap a hand around my throat squeezing ever so slightly "k-kane" I stammered.

He didn't answer instead he started to thrust in and out letting out small groans and grunts as he slowly started quickening his pace, the hand his has on my neck slightly spasming every few seconds.

My breath hitched everytime he thrusted into me and my eyes rolled back in pleasure so many thoughts were running through my mind this doesn't seem like kane, he wouldn't act like this but I just don't care.

"Please kane" I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist he grunted in response and hardened his thrusts I could swear I head my bedframe crack.

My moans heightened as I felt a knot form in my stomach and kanes cock started to pulse he didn't show any signs of pulling out or stopping which drove me crazy.

"C-cum inside me.... please" I begged desperately it only took us a few more thrusts before we both climaxed making us both cry out, kane slowed his thrusts panting and kissed my forehead loving as he gently pulled out.

He quickly undid my restraints but I still couldn't move my body was tired even though I didn't do anything, I watched him with half lidded eyes as he climbed off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, I dizzily looked to the right to see my mirror and noticed the dark marks along my neck.

He cleared his throat as he re-entered the room and I slowly looked to him, he sat down on the bed and gently started cleaning my core with a wet cloth his eyes dragging themselves up and down my body only stopping when we looked eyes.

"Rest now"

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mirith · 8 months

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Bet.

Apologies for the messy background, but here's my lovely knitting machine! It's a Silver Reed SK10.

While writing another post, I noticed I was writing a lot about my knitting machine. So I put the words here. And added a lot more.

This is going to be a long post. I talk a lot about things I like, and I will not apologize for it. I will add a cut here so you can scroll by this more easily if you want. But! It'll be more fun if you read on! And I put photos of stuff I made at the end!

I learned to knit by hand from a book in elementary school, and I learned wrong. I have been happily hand-knitting things ever since, and consider myself a fairly knowledgeable and experience hand-knitter. I haven't steeked anything, to be fair, but my interests tend to be geared toward lace.

Which is good, because that's my default handspinning weight. Here's an example of the stuff I like to spin and knit (4 months from start to end, oof oof):

After I graduated college, I found out about flatbed knitting machines! I found one that looked cool, and drove myself a few hours to buy it. The end. Just kidding. You're not even halfway through this post. Not sorry.

I did not know how to operate a knitting machine. I just liked how this one looked (still do) and it also had a ribber! And it was $50? Something like that? Probably paid more for gas.

Anyway. Flatbed knitting machines range from "I can only do stockinette hehe" to "I am fully electronic, I'll knit lace or colorwork for you all by myself, EZ".

Mine is firmly in the former camp. No punchcard capability at all, and the ribber carriage is not even sophisticated enough to link up with the main bed carriage. Each row of ribbing requires the main bed carriage to be moved first (laying yarn across the ribber needles), then the ribber carriage (hooking the previously laid yarn down to complete the row). So knitting in the round is, yes, one pass of the main, then the ribber, then the main again, then the ribber carriage... (I actually made a lil' youtube video about this).

I cannot tell you why I wanted it, other than "new yarn thing!". At this point in my life, I was a very comfortable hand-knitter. There was no reason to acquire a large metal object that would do what I did, but "less good" (considering this machine would only ever do stockinette and hand-manipulated stitches -- but I didn't know tuck stitches existed!).

Tuck stitches look like the honeycomb pattern in the middle here, and are kind of knitting machine exclusive:

I think I actually may have wanted a circular sock machine, but those are very, very expensive, and not really in my price range. Still aren't. Very much considering adding one to my wedding registry to see if someone bites. (Would have to plan a wedding, but it would be worth it).

I figured that a flatbed machine with a ribber could knit in circles, ie, what CSMs do; but would also knit large flat things (CSMs can do small flat things, I think). And since the price meant a CSM was unrealistic without some serious saving, it was clear I would have to find a flatbed with ribber.

But working knitting machines with working ribbers are difficult to find. And expensive! I think prices were $350-500 for the full package plus shipping (expensive shipping because these are bulky and heavy and delicate instruments), and I'm sure they've only gotten worse.

I kind of live in a domestic craft desert, so there was very little hope for finding something local anyway. So when I saw a working machine with a ribber "near" me for less than $100, I was stoked. I was aware of its non-ability to pattern, but I just wanted to knit in circles.

When I got this machine, it was functional, but dirty. Oh, so dirty.

First thing I did was remove all the needles (took forever) and soak them in isopropyl alcohol (smelled terrible), and take everything apart as much as possible to scrub every reachable surface.

It was then that I re-affirmed my love for all-metal, vintage hardware. My sewing machine is a 1950s Singer and oh boy is that thing an absolute unit. This knitting machine is also an absolute unit in the best way. It was dirty, but in excellent knitting condition.

It was then that I also found this machine does not have a sponge bar. Which is really weird for a knitting machine. But also why I'll never get rid of it, I think.

It's got a metal U-shaped thing instead, to tension the needles. Sponge bars serve the same purpose, but the foam decays terribly over time. I don't think this metal thing ever needs to be replaced. I've knit quite a lot (will get to that!) on this machine and it knits beautifully still.

I think this machine predates sponge bars (??? pure speculation), because everything I've seen online about buying used machines says that you must consider the sponge bar and how to measure the sponge to buy the correct size and must immediately buy a new one and maybe even have a spare for when yours starts to get old etc etc. Never seen anything that says there's a metal tension rod like mine.

Ravelry did not believe this was the sponge bar equivalent, and asked me to please look elsewhere on the machine for the real sponge bar. They also told me this machine was not worth $50, which I kind of disagree with. Yes, it's super limited, but I love it. It will also, like my sewing machine, probably outlive me.

It's a standard gauge machine, and not a very common one (?). I think it's an earlier machine (4th oldest on this list), in terms of domestic machines, and likely was passed up in later years for models that had punchcards. There is another internet presence who has an SK10! KinoKnits did a video on hers.

There is a manual for the machine and a manual for the ribber online, and the scans aren't great, but they are very readable. Not much else though.

Okay. Infodump mostly completed.

Once I got the machine home I immediately set it up and realized I didn't quite know what I was doing.

After much trial and tribulation, I created some... things...

I optimistically cast on with my newly-learned e-wrap cast on and the included cast on wire (I have still not figured out the cast on wires, I don't think they actually work, and are simply a cruel prank)

I switched yarn (to something thinner and less elastic), in case that was the issue, and also switched to trying just i-cord to see if I could get that to work. It worked!

Switched back to the original yarn. I-cord also worked!

And back to trying fabric. Progress! But a lot of dropped stitches. I think this was very similar to attempt 1, but I just persisted and more aggressively picked up droppped stitches. This took me a very long time.

No dropped stitches! I used a weird cast on, or maybe just a really loose e-wrap?

Fabrice! I was confident enough to mark that I was using tension 7 with those (intentional!) yarn-over holes near the top.

I believe that those six attempts took me a few hours, and a lot of it was me trying to gauge whether or not yanking the carriage across was the right thing to do. I wasn't sure how much force to apply, and was deathly afraid of breaking needles, because I don't think these are standard ones and I can't get replacements.

There wasn't much to learn after this.

Oh.

Except for, you know, using the ribber.

It looks pretty similar to the main needle bed. Long metal guy with lotta needles. It's flatter, and hangs off the main bed with some sturdy arms on either side (which you can't see, sorry).

Close up:

You kind of have to wiggle it so that the needles don't smash into each other.

It does function identically to the main bed otherwise. But it's so much trickier to fix dropped stitches (or even see them!) because, as you can see, the ribber kind of covers everything. And it doesn't come off till the ribbing is done.

I've found that I need lots of weight to get the ribbing to knit off properly, which sucks if I run either carriage across without yarn accidentally. The knitting will simply yeet itself onto the floor and I will have to start over.

The cast on is kind of weird, but not terrible if you understand what it's trying to do, which I do, but will not endeavour to explain on this already horrendously long post. The Singer SR10 manual explains the cast-on process if you're interested. Or just tell me and I'll make another infodump post! Love talking about my knitting machine.

Here are some first attempts at ribbing and tubular knitting:

Allllllrighty it's project time!

I made a hat! (I made it a free Ravelry pattern btw, because the decreases are optionally worked by hand).

I made some sock tubes and hand-knit the heels and toes!

I made a bunch of ribbed cowls with my handspun!

I made scarves with more handspun!

And most recently I made a bralette:

Which turned out smaller than I planned because I do not gauge swatch properly at all, but I can wear it semi-modestly anyway.

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nocasdatsgay · 4 months

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Ch. 1 of From the Shadows the Beast will Rise

Masterlist here/ Prequel “Chokehold” Here

Summary: Eris gets a visit from Azriel months later and is summoned to the Night Court.

Rated: M

Warnings (I forgot 😅): sexual themes, Azriel’s past trauma, discussion of mor’s trauma,

AO3 Link Here | Chapter 2

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It had been months since their last encounter, but Eris knew Azriel was watching him. He could smell hints of evergreen from the shadows in the far corner of his room in the Forest House. They had followed him around all evening, except during dinner when they had the right mind to make themselves scarce around his father. Eris reasoned it was probably due to his lack of responses to the letters in his study.

It was only when the smell got stronger he knew Azriel physically arrived. Anger flared for just a moment within. Azriel knew better than anyone the sensitivity of the wards on the house. However, Eris wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead he schooled his features and looked down at the book he was reading and flipped the page.

“Are you going to hide in the corner all night?” He asked loudly, not bothering to read the text in front of him. When no answer came he sighed, annoyed. “I can smell you, idiot.”

Eris looked up to see Azriel step out of the shadows. He smirked at the displeasure etched into his features. Spymaster wasn’t used to being caught. Eris folded his page and closed the book, setting it to the side table. He let his gaze run quickly over the male in front of him.

“You have a lot of nerve coming into this house uninvited,” Eris folded his hands together in his lap and lifted his chin. “Just because I let your shadows linger doesn’t mean you’re welcome to enter.”

Shadows whirled around Azriel, more pronounced in the light casted from the fireplace. If Eris didn’t know any better, they seemed agitated as well. Azriel didn’t move, save for his wings twitching.

He glared at Eris. “Rhys wants to know why you’ve ignored his summons.”

Eris scowled. “Rhys overestimates his importance. He also underestimates mine. I’m not his citizen to be summoned. Maybe he should start asking politely; requesting instead of demanding.” Eris slumped back in his seat and grinned. “He’s so used to ordering you around like a dog, he forgets what it’s like to actually communicate with someone of decent intelligence.”

Azriel stepped forward. Eris didn’t ignore the glance he casted to the roaring fireplace before focusing back on Eris.

“You’re the one who begged for an alliance.” Azriel emphasized the word beg just enough for Eris to notice. He didn’t react even if trousers felt slightly tighter. “If you wish for Rhys to honor it, I suggest you stop being an entitled bastard.”

“Did he send you?” Eris snapped in reply. “Or did you come on your own to waste my time? I assume it’s the latter since Rhysand is fully aware of the stipulations of our bargain.”

Azriel crossed his arms. Shadows slid to the carpet, and Eris watched them creep forward.

“Where is your bargain mark, anyway?” Azriel tilted his head.

“I don’t have one.” Eris felt the cool touch of a shadow circling around his ankle.

“Has to be somewhere your father won’t see it,” Azriel mused. Another shadow circled Eris’s other ankle. “Does he weld the knife himself? Or does he make his guards extract information from you while he watches?”

Both shadows slipped up his pant legs.

“Himself.” Eris answered honestly. Phantom pains from all the times he’d been questioned lurked in the back of his mind. “It’s strictly politics. You should know; Rhysand would rather bloody your hands than his own. At least my father is willing to do that part himself.” If that stung, Azriel didn’t show it. “Call back your shadows.”

Shadows slid down his legs again, slinking out his pants and back onto the carpet. His eyes lost track of where they went when they merged with the others.

“Inside your left thigh.” A hint of smirk graced his lips. “Of course it’s somewhere slutty.”

“Are we done?” Eris finally stood and straightened his jacket.

“Only if you want to be.”

There was sincerity in those Hazel eyes. An offer. It was nighttime. Besides some guards, no one else was up at this hour. Eris debated for a split second if he wanted to risk it.

“Not in this house,” Eris replied after a moment, more softer than he intended.

Azriel nodded slightly. “Rhys did send me. He was wondering if you were dead.”

Eris laughed, the hollowness of it evident. “My apologies then, for disappointing you both. All of Pyrthian will know if I die before my father. My brothers would make sure of it with their bragging.”

Eris could have sworn there was a scowl on the shadowsinger’s face before he stepped back, disappearing and taking his shadows with him.

***

Eris waited two days after Azriel’s visit to send Rhys a letter. The meeting in the moonstone palace three days after the response was just as tedious as he anticipated. There wasn’t much he didn’t already know. He knew from his correspondence with Jurian that Koschei sent a warning to Vassa. He knew already of the efforts with Day Court to research; Lucien told him of that weeks ago.

He didn’t like his brother being the one in talks with Helion but vocalizing it would draw suspicion none of them needed. The only surprise of the meeting was the presence of the middle Archeron sister, Elain. She sat silently beside Azriel, watching him. Eris waited until the end of the meeting to put his amber gaze towards her.

“You never explained why you’re here, little sister.” He loved the way she scowled at him and bristled at the sarcastic endearment. “Are you even still to be my little sister? I can never tell with the way you string him along.”

He heard a scratching of wood. Probably Feyre’s claws since she hissed at him. “Don’t speak to her like that.”

“Why not? We’ll be family eventually.”

He turned to Rhys and Feyre and he smirked at his correct assumption. He felt Azriel’s glare and a shadow slip around his ankle. He kicked out his foot, shooing it away. He then felt a claw against the wall of his mind. He mentally sighed and opened a crack in it. It was Rhys who spoke to him.

Why do you always cause problems? Elain is here for a reason.

What reason is that? I thought her sole job was to ensure Lucien stays tethered to your court.

Eris shut down his walls again when Rhys growled at him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They always acted as if they were above court politics; like they weren’t playing games of their own. Eris leaned back in his seat, debating if he should just leave them to stew. But Elain kept her doe eyes focused on him. He stared back.

She whispered, “Autumn blooms wilt without the sun.” He furrowed his brows at her but she continued. “They weep for the lost fox and the slaughtered hounds. They weep for the sunlight.”

“Poetry?” He cut his eyes to Rhys and Feyre.

Elain continued and a chill went down his spine. “Only out of the shadows, will the beast rise. Autumn blooms make the path. If they falter the beast shall fall to the depths. The blooms will be set ablaze and burn to ash.” She blinked and looked at him like she was just now truly looking at him. “Kill your father before he kills you, Eris Vanserra.”

Realization settled over him. Eris’s eyes cut to Rhysand. A scratch in his mind told him Rhys was listening.

A fucking seer?

Or poetry. Rhys physically smirked at him. Heed her warning Eris. Time is running out.

***

Eris could have lit his entire guest room on fire with the rage welling in him. Of course Rhysand was hoarding Elain away from his brother, not only for his allegiance but also her powers. A fucking seer. There hadn’t been one in Prythian since before he was born.

He continued to pace the room, chewing on his nail while he thought. The other sister- the witch, she lost her powers. He never anticipated she’d accept his marriage proposal when he asked but he wished she had. A waste of power. He didn’t know how Nesta lost her powers- his informants heard whispers of Feyre nearly dying in childbirth and Nesta used her power to save her and the heir. Now Elain, with her own abilities, was at risk.

His informants also told him of how a certain shadowsinger was close to Elain. Too close. A flower pendant necklace purchased by him was telling enough. Probably an order from Rhysand to keep Elain occupied while putting just enough distance between her and his brother. It kept Lucien tied to Night Court without risking him taking Elain away. He scoffed loudly. Rhysand and his games, an annoyance to the world.

Eris stopped, dropping his hand when he smelt the air change. He waited and turned to the opening of the bathing chamber. There stood Azriel, his shadows a frenzy around him and making him look more dark and broody than usual. Eris slid his hands into his jacket pockets.

“And what do I owe for this visit, Azriel?”

Azriel walked up to him. Eris watched the shadows try and reach out to him when he stopped within arms reach.

“I told you to stop antagonizing Mor. I didn’t mean for you to start taking your shit out on Elain.”

“Does she know what you did in this room, Azriel? Does she know you rutted like a mindless beast atop her mate’s brother until we both came undone?” Eris sneered when a hand came around his throat. “You think I don’t know about that? You’re the one who pursues her knowing she’s mated. And knowing you like to fuck males. Don’t act angry about it now.”

“I’m sick of your fuckin mouth.” He squeezed before shoving him back by his throat. “You’re the one who begged for a lesser male to choke you. Choke you until you came from that alone.”

Eris coughed, stumbling back and throwing out his hands for balance. “I asked politely. That isn’t begging.”

“You asked because I told you to. You think you’re better than me but you’d get on your knees and choke on my cock if I pulled it out. Do you even like females? Is that why you left Mor to die?”

That was the wrong thing to say to him. Eris felt his temp rising and he set his arms ablaze with his magic.

“When will you brutes let that shit go?” Eris stalked up to Azriel, who took just as many steps back. “You found her, didn’t you? I smelt your fucking shadows even back then. I smelled them coming. If I took her, she would have been murdered by my father.” Eris let the rage blind him as he cornered Azriel against the wall. “I’m not the one who put a nail through her womb to make sure that bastard’s seed didn’t take. Stop blaming me for her father’s doings.”

He would have kept going if the smell of pure terror hadn’t reached his nose, snapping him out of his rage. He realized several things at once. Azriel was utterly still, wings tucked tight and eyes glazed over. Shadows covered his hands until they were no longer visible. Shadows also circled Eris’s arms as if they could suffocate the flames dancing on them. Eris shook out his magic and stepped back, shadows disappearing with the flames.

Eris always knew those scars on Azriel’s hands were from burns. He knew because he had burn scars of his own, just hidden. Azriel seemed to come back to himself but the shadows didn’t leave his hands. Eris glanced down at them.

“Who gave you those scars?”

Azriel slumped against the wall, wings drooping in a slump. He blinked a few times before responding. “My brothers. I try to not,” he shook his head. “I normally don’t let it bother me. But the way your magic,” he stopped again, like he might be ill if he opened his mouth.

“I won’t do it again,” Eris whispered.

The shadows eased away from Azriel’s hand and Eris grabbed his wrist. Azriel jolted but didn’t yank his arm away. Eris knew he shouldn’t but he traced the scarring with his other fingers while he held up Azriel’s hand with his own.

“For what it’s worth, I like your scars.” A confession he said so softly he wasn’t sure he even spoke it aloud. “What happened to your brothers? After they did this.”

Azriel snatched his hand away. “Nothing happened.” Eris cut his eyes to see Azriel scowling. “Don’t patronize me, Vanserra.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Eris straightened his posture, clasping his hands behind his back. “Stay away from my brother’s mate and we’ll call it even.”

“Jealous?”

One of his shadows floated away and brushed against Eris’s cheek, wrapping around to file through his hair. Azriel’s eyes tracked it while he scowled. Eris pulled a hand from behind his back and lifted it. More shadows came and twirled around his fingers.

“Something tells me jealousy isn’t necessary.” Eris shook away the shadows. “You should go. Keir will be here and the last thing I need is him thinking I’m in good graces with Rhysand’s inner circle. Unless you plan on fighting me as a cover.”

Azriel rolled his eyes. “I don’t think Keir wants to smell how you react when I fight you.” Azriel then stepped back and slipped away into the shadows.

#azris fanfiction #azris #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar #from the shadows the beast will rise #y’all better know I care cause I posted this here AND on ao3 #I ain’t editing shit btw #an excuse for az to call eris slutty tbh

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lala3244 · 11 months

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When the protectors are gone Part FOUR

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Hello everyone!

Part Four is here. I don't think there are some warnings maybe some angst in like two sentences. Ah yes, consumption of alcohol

Enjoy!

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A lot of people were there and when we stepped inside everyone turned around and got quiet. I looked at Lord Diavolo, worried and whispered quietly “Why are they looking at us like that?” He laughed “Did you look at yourself?” I shrugged “Of course” He looked down at me “Well? You are just splendid. We make a beautiful couple.” I nudged him discreetly and he chuckled. We walked down the hall where everyone moved to let us pass. I felt really uncomfortable with all the stares on me. Diavolo seemed in his element and he walked proudly towards a huge table at the end of the room. The table was full of presents. The more we approached, the more I could see many notes with my name on it. I turned around and I saw a lot of people that I didn’t know. I couldn’t think of why they were there. “Lord Diavolo? Why are there so many people? I don’t know them?” He smiled “I invited them because I want them to see the nice relationships you have going on with the demons and the angels so they can see it can work.” I frowned “But Lord Diavolo, don’t you…” He cut me off “Please can you go back to calling me Diavolo?” I stared at him while shaking my head “I don’t think I can do that yet, Lord Diavolo.” He lowered his head, a sad expression on his face. “I understand. Hopefully, you’ll change your mind soon. I don’t like it when you call me Lord but I cut you off, please continue what you wanted to say.” I smiled, “Yes, um… sure. I was thinking the relationships I have with you and the brothers are not really the best, are they? I don’t think you should have done that as it is not a good example. It would have been better to show Amelia’s relationships than mine.” I controlled my anger when I said her name. I needed to get to the bottom of it but first I had to get through this party and go to the human realm. He nodded “I guess. But it’s good that they know that human beings are not weak creatures. You are a strong one.” I pouted “I don’t think being saved by another demon is me being strong.” He laughed again “No, but look at you! Fully healed and surrounded by demons with no fear in your eyes, your face nor your stance. Talking brashly to their prince and to the seven Avatars.”

I relaxed, “That would mean I am disrespectful of you my Lord.” He laughed louder and everyone turned around again to watch us. He calmed down and looked around then leaned down to whisper in my ear so I was the only one who could hear.“Yes, it wouldn’t be good for a human to be disrespectful, would it? But I think I can forgive you for that.” I giggled and blushed. He straightened up and with a booming voice got the attention of everyone in the room. “Good evening everyone. I have invited all of you to come here to celebrate one of the first exchange students of our program. Last month was her birthday, for reasons I won’t mention we haven’t been able to celebrate it so tonight we will make it up to her. From all of us, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All the demons screamed at the same time “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Barbatos handed me a glass of what looked like champagne and I happily took it then I drank it in one go. I took another one and this one I took my time to sip. I thanked Diavolo and he told me to stay where I was. He made a sign with his hand and some classical music was playing. He held out his hand “May I have this dance with you?” I nodded and took his hand. He put his free hand on my waist and intertwined his fingers with mine. Everyone moved to give us some space to twirl around and we started dancing. I couldn’t figure out how I could follow his lead and know when he was going to spin me around and catch me again but I could. It made me gleeful. When the song was ending, Lucifer came and I switched with him. It was the same as our date, my body following his every movement and one by one the brothers danced with me. Simeon took over then Solomon. After dancing with the sorcerer, I was tired but I really enjoyed it. I sat down and Diavolo came over “It’s time to open your presents.” I walked towards the table and started to open them while everyone surrounded me to see what I received.

Once the presents were opened, Diavolo stayed by my side while I talked to the people whose names I could memorise from the notes and Lord Diavolo introduced me so I could thank them properly. So that was my evening, I went around talking to people I didn’t know and for a few of them I could feel their hostility towards humans in general. I was so glad Diavolo was there as I guessed they would have eaten me by now or taken me away in their dungeon to do who knows what. I could see in their eyes their dark fantasies and it got me scared. If one of them were to transform I would freak out but hopefully none of them did. They were mostly polite and the evening went smoothly.

After the last one, I was so tired, I wanted to go home. “Lord Diavolo. Would it be impolite for me to leave?” He looked at the room and most people were leaving or already gone. “Can you wait for a few minutes?” I sighed quietly, “Sure I can.” He smiled broadly, happy. Finally, everyone was gone except the brothers, the angel and the sorcerer. Diavolo said goodbye to all of them and told them to wait for me outside. He pulled a box from his jacket and gave it to me. “I wanted to give you a present to always remind you when you first met all of us. I hope you’ll like it.” I opened it and saw a beautiful bracelet, thin, covered in tiny diamonds and the day of my arrival shaped with tiny red stones. I smiled at him and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He blushed, surprised by my action. “Can you help me put it on?” He grabbed the bracelet and clasped it around my wrist. He took my hand and turned it to observe his gift. “I knew it would suit you well.” Still holding my hand, we headed towards the exit and opened the door. Barbatos followed us with my presents in bags and gave them to the brothers. There were a lot… Diavolo turned me around so I could face him, my hand still in his. He looked at me, a tender smile on his face. He leaned closer to my ear “I know it doesn’t make up for what happened but I hope you had a good time. Enjoy your vacation back at home.” I nodded and he kissed me on the cheek. I could hear Mammon, grumbling and walking towards me.

Mammon put his arm around my shoulders and he guided me down the stairs to go to the Hall of Lamentation. “Did ya have fun ?” I shrugged “I would have preferred to spend the evening with you instead of talking all night with strangers but it was okay. I am not used to having all the attention on me.” I heard a scoff after my sentence. I turned my head to the side and saw Amelia walking next to me “What’s that laugh for?” She faced me with her eyes widening “What do you mean?” I frowned, “You just scoffed.” She looked ashamed but still she said, “You say you’re not used to the attention but you’ve been getting it all the time!” I stopped and scowled “Are you seriously telling me ALL this time you’ve been here all the attention was on me?!” She smirked, “Why, of course.” This time, I was the one scoffing. “Well, at least, I didn’t ask some demons to attack me so I could have some attention” I lock eyes with her, my face inches from hers, to let her know that I knew. Her eyes became slowly wider as the realisation of what I was implying hit her. I didn’t move for a few seconds and I smirked, happy with how it played out. I turned back around and started to walk towards the demons who had stopped walking a few metres away. Mammon put his arm back around my shoulders and started to walk while some of the brothers waited for the other human.

Finally, we were home and I went straight to my room. I saw my cat and gasped. I had forgotten to ask someone to look after him while I was gone! I quickly changed into my pyjamas and ran to Satan’s room. I knocked on his door and waited in front of it then I felt a presence behind me. I turned sharply, surprised but saw the demon I was looking for. I exhaled a breath I was apparently holding, relieved. Satan tilted his head but made no attempt to move. “Do you need something?” He moved closer to me and I had to look up. “Yes, I was wondering if you could look after my cat while I am gone?” His eyes softened but his face still looked serious “Of course, but what do I get in return?” I smiled, “What do you want in return?” He hummed, thinking. “I don’t know yet, I will let you know” I laughed, “Of course, take your time.” I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek “Thank you Satan”. I came back to my room and started to pack my luggage. I went to the bathroom to take the makeup off and brush my teeth. I laid down on my bed and started to fall asleep but then I heard the door opening and closing followed by steps going towards my bed. My mattress dipped, someone was sitting next to me and I heard a whisper “Human? Are ya awake?” I giggled “Yes Mammon, I am.” I scooted over to make some room for the demon.

He froze for a moment and I laughed, “Do you need something Mammon?” He took a corner of my duvet and moved it so he could get inside it. He covered himself and came closer to me. I could feel him hesitate to do something so I moved closer to him and I wrapped my arms around him. He gasped at the sudden movement but embraced me back. I massaged his scalp while he buried his face in my chest. “Whats’ up Mammon?” His grip tightened and he whispered, “Do ya really need to go?” I kissed him on the top of his head. “Yes, I need a break Mammon. I need to see my family.” He squeezed me tighter “Aren’t we your family? We need ya” I stopped my massage “No, Mammon. You feel guilty if demons can feel that emotion, all of you and that’s why I need to go. I am starting to resent all of you despite how attentive everyone is now.” My eyes started watering. “I don’t want to talk about it yet. I just want to sleep and leave tomorrow morning.” I could feel him nod his head and we fell asleep.

I woke up early, feeling so excited. I felt a dead weight on my body and saw Mammon on top of me, his whole body enveloping me. I couldn’t move but tried anyway. “MAMMON! Wake up! I need to get up!” He grunted but made no movement. I tried to shake my whole body. “MAAAMMMMOOONNN! Come OOOOONNNNN!” He lifted himself on his elbows and brought his face close to mine, frustration in his eyes “Human, shut up! It’s too early and I decided that I will keep ya in ya bedroom so you won’t leave me.” I laughed and succeeded in moving him off me. “I'm leaving for a few days, I promise you I'll come back. I have some unfinished business here. If you let me go, I’ll buy you some gifts.” His head perked up and he nodded excitedly “Okay! But I’ll finish my night in yer bed.” I put my whole body on top of him to hug “Sure, you can!” I got up and got myself ready.

I went downstairs with my luggage, waiting for Barbatos to transport me to the human realm. After a few minutes, he arrived and we travelled through a portal directly in front of my sister’s house. I had previously called her to tell her about my surprise for our mom and she agreed to drive me over to her flat. Barbatos left discreetly as I blatantly ignored him so excited to finally see my family. I knocked on the door and my sister Ellie greeted me. She let me in and we went to the kitchen to drink some coffee. We talked for a bit then we left to go over to our parents’.

We arrived at my parents’ building. My sister rang the bell and my dad opened the door. He saw me and hugged me, happy to see me. My mom arrived after and smiled. I went inside and hugged her. “Happy birthday, Maman!” She hugged me back “What are you doing here?!” I pulled away “I wanted to surprise you for your birthday and take a break from where I am.” She hummed “I see, are you sleeping here?” I nodded, “If you don’t mind, otherwise I can stay at Ellie’s house.” She looked at my dad who agreed “Of course you can stay here! You know where your room is but I need to prepare it.” I walked over to the guest room door “Don’t worry! I’ll do it. Today, you aren’t doing anything!” I opened the door and put my luggage inside, I grabbed some sheets and made my bed. “I am going food shopping and we are going to have a picnic at the beach!” So my sister drove me to the supermarket, we went back and got everything ready for a day at the ocean side. Ellie had helped me and contacted some friends and family to join us and they were already there when we arrived. My mom was pleased to see everyone reunited for her. I put down my towel and undressed myself to my swimming suit. I went for a swim in the ocean. It felt so nice to see the sun and to swim freely without being afraid of demons hurting me.

We all sat around to eat on the sand. We made sandwiches and salads, and we also brought some drinks. I looked at my D.D.D and saw some messages from Mammon that got me a bit worried.

Mammon: Oi, human! Are ya in the human realm?

Mammon: Are ya safe?

Mammon: Why ain’t ya answerin’?

Mammon: Ya need to come back now!

I frowned and tried to call him but he didn’t answer. I texted him back but I got the same result.

I looked to my left and saw three figures I recognised. I stood up and walked towards them to be sure I was seeing right. Solomon, Simeon and Luke were here, on the beach I was with my family, in the human realm. I ran towards them and hugged them “What are you doing here?!” The three of them had a serious face and Simeon explained, “Lord Diavolo sent us here because he got wind of a group of demons are coming here to hunt you down. We don’t know how they knew you would be here without any protection but they are coming. It will take them a few days to arrive as they are not allowed to teleport here so they are taking the longer way.”

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It is getting a bit more interesting!

I'll see you soon

Much love to everyone !

#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me swd #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me brothers #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me story #obey me x reader

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drama-nonsense-v · 5 months

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10 BL boys I want carnally <3

Thank you for tagging me to do this @blneobin <3 I'm a little behind on this but i FINALLY have time today to write it so here we go! I've had so much fun reading all the one's I've seen thus far~

Keita Machida - Kurosawa (Cherry Magic Japan)

I absolutely ADORE this man. Attentive and kind and he's ssooo pretty. He is 5'11" (180cm), I want to climb him like a tree, thank you. I would do anything he asked. I have watched this show so many times in the last 6 months since i first watched it, its a little ridiculous. (eepy Kurosawa...oh how i adore him)

Khaotung Thanawat - Ray (Only Friends)

I love this man so much it hurts. I adore everything I've watched him in thus far but there is a /reason/ Ray is pictured in my about me on this blog. I related to Ray so much and his and Sand's scenes....oh wow... I have so many edits and gifs saved in a folder on my computer of this man, I am unwell about it (someone should recreate their dancing in the parking garage scene with me...)

Nut Supanut - Solo/Way (Oxygen/PitBabe)

I adored Nut in Oxygen (is it a little stiff, yeah, but i still liked it) I am a sucker for puppy like characters like Solo and hes just so incredibly Handsome. And Way is just...oh my god. Nut is legit the one of two reasons I started watching PitBabe. (Obsessed with the fact that Way is still kinda Puppy coded. He can take his frustration out on me, I'd consent to that)

Jimmy - Peun/Mohk (Vice Versa/Last Twilight)

I enjoyed Vice Versa and Jimmy immediately caught my attention when I watched it. And now with watching Last Twilight, many of my friends know just how UNWELL I am about this man. Mohk is so kind and attentive and he's so so handsome I cannot handle it. I made so many people watch the clip of him getting angry with August. When he got super quite? Lost my mind. (Look at him...look at his arms, are you kidding me??)

Ja Phachara Suansri - Leo/Punn (Don't Say No/Be Mine SuperStar)

THIS MAN IS 6'2" (188cm) THAT'S NOT FAIR. HE'S SO TALL (i'm a little jealous...) Ja is so pretty and him just throwing around First in Don't Say No like he was nothing? I lost it. The scene in the pool in Be Mine SuperStar where Punn and Ashi are talking and then Punn stands up? I was UNWELL (Punn is also another Puppy coded character and I will forever be a sucker for it)

Perth - Ae/Kanghan (Love By Chance/Dangerous Romance)

When I tell you some weird things came out of my mouth when I was telling my friends about Perth, I wish I was kidding (@darkroseespeon can attest to that). He's so incredibly ridiculously handsome and his smile is absolutely infectious. He's another that I would do anything they asked. (cue to me just repeatedly saying "he's so pretty" as i was trying to find a gif...)

Nat Thewphaingam - Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

I was living with some roommate when I was watching Laws of Attraction and they had a good laugh watching me LOSE MY SHIT when this man came on screen. I was immediately obsessed with Nawin. The bgm, the bloody tank, and the brass knuckles? I was a gonner. Truly in love with his antics and i would give a lot to be under him. (do you see his arms? the lighting? just...HIS FACE?)

Ji Sub - Jae Won (The Eighth Sense)

OMG one, this show is so important to me. Two, Ji Sub is a meal I could eat every day. I don't even have much more to say than that. He's just so handsome and he had such sad eyes... Jae Won, once they're finally boyfriends, is so sweet I just adore it so much. I love this man. (He was so cute in this scene I cant...)

Us Akkarachotsopon - Tay (Kinnprosche)

Tay is fully the embodiment of my never ending delima of do i want him or to i want to /be/ him???? His fashion sense is glorious and I will never be over it. The minute I start talking about it, its hard to get me to shut up. I would give ssoo much to take care of Tay and love him like he deserves. (Where the post that's like "i'll do anything for a boy with big brown eyes" or something like that. Also, this shirt?? I need it.)

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Am I cheating a little bit by talking about all four of them? Maybe. But I have made SO many people who are not into BLs watch this show FOR A REASON. I love it so much and I love all of them so dearly. AiDi and ChenYi's fashion? IMPECCABLE I'm obsessed and want to recreate some of their looks so bad. All their scene once they're finally together??? unbeatable to me. omfg. ZongYi and ZeRui's kitchen scene?? In shambles. SHAMBLES (I have a stuffed animal I named ZongYi cause he's so precious to me...and I want to get one to name AiDi)

Aaaahhh this...took me way longer to write than anticipated. Though part of that time was looking through endless amounts of gifs. to which, thank you to the gif makers, y'all make my day (haha xD) I have no idea who hasn't done this yet, (@mb-bls idk if you have or would want to?) but if you see this and want to do it, tag me so I can read it!!!!

#aaaahhhh thank you again dear for taggging me!!!#this was soooo fun #Its a bit ironic that the first real post i make myself on this blog is this one lmao #very on brand for me imo #I just kept looking up and down my list of all the shows I've watched thus far and picking characters/people was suuuuch as struggle lmao #There's definitely a couple of patterns that are easy to pick up on when it comes to who i gravitate towards haha!#multi bl #mutuals my beloved #<3 #ironnoises

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To the anon complaining about wanting the "why" he lied about being a dad.....I don't think it's as simple as reducing him to having lied. Let's remember that Bill knew Alida when he was a child and while she was an adult attempting to be with Alex. I'm not saying she groomed him, but I'm also not saying she didn't. With this in mind, when she began to date Bill his brain was not fully developed. Bill was just breaking into fame with Hemlock Grove and he also just got out of another toxic relationship. He was partying a lot, enjoying his new fame, and having fun. His judgment was not great, needless to say, because of biological and environmental factors. Now, into the meat and potatoes. Alida had been attached to this family for yearssss. She risked her engagement with Alex's best friend to sleep with Bill (we can assume they hooked up before thinking about dating). Fast forward to the dating on and off, with a heavy emphasis on ON and OFF, for some time, and not so suddenly, breakup rumors start. A few months after this alleged breakup, Alida reveals she is pregnant. Let's pause and think about the likelihood and the convenience of this timing. She royally fucked her chances of being with Alex by sleeping and dating his brother, which many assume was the reason her engagement broke off with Alex's best friend. If Bill is done with her, she has no way of bagging another Skarsgard. How convenient that the whole time they dated, only when he is said to have broken up with her, suddenly her birth control stopped working. If you've spent years trying to get something, you won't give up so easily. So, she decides to get pregnant to coerce Bill into staying. It is easy to lie and say, oh my birth control must not have worked. She probably said she would keep the baby regardless, which would look bad for Bill's budding career if he abandoned her. He didn't even think to question her, because his brain was just starting to work like a fully functioning adult.

As Mortox said, everyone in Sweden thinks it's her costars, as he deleted his Instagram over a few comments that questioned as much. If and when Bill found out over the next few years, he wouldn't come out to the media and say "Oh, btw the child isn't actually mine even though I said she was". It wouldn't help his career and it would impact the child.

Moving on to baby two, this period of time is when it was speculated Bill found out he wasn't the father of Oona and decided to, again, try and break things off. It worked once, why wouldn't Alida try to save their relationship with another baby? Working backward, the baby was first said to be due in November 2022 by Alida herself, but she was actually born in December. Alida was shown as very pregnant in the Clarke series released in May 2022, which means filming had to happen months before. She was visibly pregnant in the show, which would mean either the baby would have been born much earlier or they had a prosthetic suit custom-made for the role. A custom piece that would be very conveniently be covered under company costs and one that could be used to fool the public of your pregnancy. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, If she had a late delivery and the baby was due in November, that puts conception around February. He was filming 3-4 movies, it just seems unlikely. The timeline is the most sketchy thing about this. Alida, during this time, became the main spokesperson for Bill, talking to every online magazine about how excited he was for this baby but Bill said squat. Let us not forget how weird it is that they chose to have this baby in South Africa, not Sweden. Sweden has a very transparent public information system, whereas South Africa does not. A woman flying while 8-9 months pregnant is not normal, either. Most people in Sweden believe she had a surrogate, as many celebrities do this. It is speculated that she told the media they were expecting, so again, Bill couldn't say anything without bringing undue attention to himself while filming 4 big projects. He had no choice, unfortunately. Directly after this pregnancy, Alida virtually disappeared from posting online and Bill heavily started to separate from her. The writing is written on the wall.

#nothing to add #bill skarsgård #the crow

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How much of your time in file creation is split between writing, recording and editing? When do you know when you've slipped into over-producing territory?

Wow great question!

So this depends on the project. My current process is I write a script, then I order the art and get the assets ready for production, record and edit and post.

Sometimes, a script will take a day or two to come together. Sometimes it takes weeks where I write a little bit of a script per day. I like to have three or four things on the go at once because my brain do be like that but once a script is "ready" I will often do a read aloud to get the mouth feel and flow down before I record. This also warms my brain up to how I'm going to deliver it on the mic and it helps me to hear if a thing sounds clumsy or if it works.

I like to batch my recording sessions because setting up my vocal booth from singing to hypnosis or asmr is a challenge so I may as well use that set up for multiple recordings. I will then spend a few hours recording all the scripts that are done that day. If I mess up a take I clap or snap to save my place and ensure I can make some clean cuts later. Pro tip, give yourself space either side of the mistake and start on a line you know had a bit of a break on it otherwise your cuts will be more obvious plus this will save MASSES of time later.

Editing is very quick for me. I use audacity, clean up background noise and use a very quick eq and compression preset. Cut the mistakes etc. If this audio has background sounds this can take me a few hours but most generic single layer hypnosis tracks only take 20 minutes to edit fully. I post immediately on patreon after the edit is done when I can because it's fresh in my head and I can make the CW writing easier (love having a bad memory for things haha).

So to answer the first question, it depends on the project. Sometimes the scripting is hard and fast and recorded in a single day. Sometimes its weeks of thinking, chopping and changing and then recording. I've spent six months on my longest projects because of procrastination but I've also made a lot of audios in hours because the inspiration strikes so there is no rule with how long it takes.

The second quesion. Over production is both easy and hard to do. A lot of the time I notice it in the sound of the recording. Over processing vocals can kill the vibe so I like to take a less is more approach. I'd rather have some road noise and a more raw and real vocal than an overdone one and as a friend of mine recently told me, perfection can be a creative killer.

In terms of overproduction in terms of scripting and timeline, do what feels right for you. There are many times I feel a script could use more pages, and sometimes I add them because it works but if you are struggling to word things or it feels like a chore, that's your instinct telling you it's done or you need to move on and try again later. Again, I'd rather have something shorter and more raw than something that feels like a slog to write and record. Like play with a partner it should feel natural and unrehearsed even Iof you've proofed it again and again.

I will say when you are starting out you will overthink the recordings. You will probably second guess it and judge it harshly and thats okay, but just post it. Sometimes all it takes is one person telling you thats their fave audio to help you gain confidence and make it all worthwhile.

But these are just how I do things and how I feel about creating audio hypnosis recordings. I encourage you and other creators to find what works for you. Maybe scripting isn't your thing, make its meticulously worked and edited, either way its your own.

I can't wait to see what you decide to make!

#hypnosis #content creator #hypnosis creator

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thatsnotmygunflash · 8 months

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Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Not tagged and not going to tag, just saw it and thought it would be fun. I am going to do my WIPs to give you guys some teasers of what's cooking. If you like any of them let me know and maybe I'll pour some love into them.

1. A Brighter Future

"Why don’t you like them?”

“How could you be so careless Barry? How could you get into bed with a criminal? A murderer? I raised you better than this! No son of mine would ever stoop this low-” Barry shut his eyes tight to try and push away the illusion Sophia was conjuring from his emotions, tears starting to fall from his eyes when Iris’ heartbroken voice joined in with Joe’s disgusted one.

“He’s dead because of you! It should have been you! I lost the man I was going to marry for a future I don’t even want! I wish I’d never met you Barry Allen!”

“Soph-Soph, please stop.”

2. Cause Maybe You're That Thing I Need To Save Me

"Cisco and Lisa-they're engaged now and they were going through a bunch of the Rouge's abandoned safehouse and Cisco-he found an old sweater of yours and he vibed you. He said you were alive but we weren't sure so we uh-went looking. It took a few months but we finally got a lead and I sped here as quickly as I could to see if it was really true and it is! You're alive! The Legends are going to be so exciting to know you survived! Wait, how did you survive?"

"You can't tell anyone I'm alive Barry, you weren't meant to know I was alive. No one is supposed to know."

"But why? Are you retired now or something?"

"I am actually, so having trouble magnets like yourself show up on my doorstep isn't exactly my idea of a good time. You need to leave and tell your friends at STAR Labs that this was a dead end. No one can know I'm alive, and I'm not above killing you to keep it that way."

3. For Better Or For Worse

“Look,” Laurel sighed heavily, lacing her fingers together over the table as she met Len’s cold stare head on. “I don’t know all the details-yet-but your husband is a very resourceful and connected man, whether he realizes it fully or not. He said part of your vows was to get Mick Rory and you out of here. That’s what I’m here to do, if you want the specifics to how exactly we’re going to pull it off I suggest you ask the mastermind behind all of this craziness.”

“If you think it’s so crazy, why help?”

“Because people's lives are at risk and Barry’s not wrong, if anyone can pull something like this off it’s you and him. Quiet the power couple you two are, honestly. Besides, I’ve never met a person who could say no to that boy’s sweet face. Isn’t that why you agreed?”

4. Got A Lot Of Sins, But You're My Favorite

"So," Angie spoke up from behind the register, leaning her chin on the palm of her hand as she smirked wickedly at Len. "When were you going to tell me you had a crush on the Flash?"

"I don't. I just threatened to kill him-he stole my gun!"

"Yes, and he also looked like he wanted to kiss you senseless while you were pointing said gun in his pretty face."

5. I'd Cross Galaxies To Find You

Waking up next to a crying baby and someone sleeply pushing at his bare shoulder had Barry freezing in terror, not wanting to know how he would die next in this world.

“Baby, baby-go get Nora,”

“Nora?”

“Our daughter, Nora, you know the one you begged my sister to carry for us, the daughter who won’t sleep through the night because she isn’t being rocked at superspeed because her father spoils her rotten. Ring any bells?”

6. It's The Second Glances That Ties Your Hands

"What are you doing here, Len?"

"Well, let's just say my lady and your lord don't really get on–she's cleaning house now that she's free of the Time Masters. Speedsters mucking up the timeline were at the top of her priority list."

"You're here for me?"

7. Love Me Silently

"So help me-you are not proposing to me right now Barry Allen-so think before those next words come out of your mouth."

"See! You want the big grand gesture and a huge wedding to show me off! You want to marry me! He said you'd say no, he said you weren't the type-"

"He's a worried father, Scarlet, I'm not surprised.” Len muttered as he pulled the younger man into his arms, one hand rubbing soothingly over his back while the other cupped his neck lovingly. “Look, I don't want to be the reason you never talk to your foster father again-"

8. You Need To Allow Me To Help

“Did you hear that, Cisco? That dying whale noise? I think it was the last shred of my dignity being forcibly removed from my body, so if you’ll excuse me I’m just going to go drown myself in the boy’s bathrooms—” Barry muttered in panicked embarrassment, rushing off down the hall almost too quickly to see, ignoring his friends calling his name to get him to stop.

“Go after him, you idiot,” Mick huffed, pushing Len forcefully in the direction Barry had disappeared.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Len answered slowly, his jaw set in a tense line and his eyes hardening over with realization.

9. You Got This Heaven In Your Eyes

'Keep up the exceptional work, Barry Allen, Central City is lucky to have you on their side. -L.S.'

"What's it say?" Eddie questioned, trying to peek over Barry's shoulder to get a look at the snow-white card, his eyes widening comically when he caught sight of the message.

"Uh-to keep up the good work," Barry muttered in confusion, his eyes drifting from the elegant handwriting to the memorising bouquet, not knowing what to think.

"You ruined the guy's fifteen year long not guilty streak and he tells you to keep up the good work?"

"This is weird, right?"

"Very."

10. Side Effects May Include

“It’s complicated, okay! I don’t know how it works. I just know when I’m not here-near you-it's like there's this overwhelming need to run as fast as I can to this-this pull. It never stops, not unless I wake up with you, when I’m near you-it’s like everything freezes.” Barry takes one look at Len’s face and lets out a drawn-out whine.

“Shut up okay, I know you want to make a joke-but it does! It’s like for the first time since I got my powers I can just stand still or sleep since that’s never exactly come easy for me-”

“Do you have a point Barry?”

“The point is for whatever reason my subconscious is latching onto you. Whenever I’m awake I feel this pull like I’m meant to be running somewhere, but I haven’t had the time to really figure out what it means when I’ve been running around stopping bombs and searching for evidence to get my dad out of jail while also trying and failing to stop the man who really killed my mother! I’ve been dealing with a lot lately okay-I barely sleep more than a few hours a week if I even manage that-and every time I do fall asleep I wake up next to you! I’m having these bizarre dreams you keep popping up in and all I want is to sleep for more than an hour at a time!”

#if youre curious #and want summaries #let me know and ill add them #these are some of my more devolved WIPs #so who knows #maybe youll see them on ao3 #sometimes #leonard snart #coldflash #barry allen #the flash #captain cold #my wips #wip sneak peek

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theerrorofmylife · 2 years

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Crime Fighter

Another Battinson fic, this one’s probably one of my favorites, my beta reader loved it so. Little bit of a spin off, lots of tension, possibly a spicy part 2 if I’m feeling it lol. Please enjoy!!

- Error

Gotham, the city of crime. City of treachery. City of ‘do whatever you want because literally nothing can stop you.’ Or at least that’s what it was 8 months ago. Nowadays, it’s the city of fear, fear of the unknown, fear for your life if you ever did anything wrong. I can’t remember a time when the streets were crowded at night like they are these days, people were no longer afraid to walk the streets even on a night like New Years. Among the crowds, surrounded by alcohol and parties, I was there. Something of an observer, a silent watcher, where Bats was all threat and right-swings, I took a more… laid back approach. I was helping the GCPD anonymously, being something of a PI on the level of urban legend until he showed up. All big black armor suits and blood-covered knuckles. I let him fight, not because I didn’t want to fight, but because I know he needed to. My goal wasn’t to clean up the city, it was to save the people who live here; there’s a difference. But tonight, of all nights, I got to have a little fun, I got to relax, or at least I thought I did.

“You two… follow me.” Gordon led us into a small apartment complex. Walking in, my near soundless footsteps were completely blocked out by the man stomping behind me. My hood was pulled up all the way to shade my eyes and the half-mask was pulled up over my nose and mouth. Dark kohl was painted over my eyes to create some distortion on my features. Behind me, the Batman towered. For the past 2 years I can’t remember a time when he wasn’t skulking around the same crime scenes as me, lurking in the dark while I investigated. And I can’t remember a time when I minded, I can’t recall whether I was ever bothered by his arrival or if I had always been fine with him existing in a world that used to be only for me. Looking around the apartment, it looked clean, like professionally cleaned. Crouching low to the ground, I could hear Bats walking around me as I breathed deep.

“Bleach. Professional clean-up?” I looked up at the man. He was so tall and so scary and so… hot. It was hot, sorry not sorry, but the big scary man was attractive to say the least. He was at least 6 feet, towering over me as I knelt on the floor, and it seemed like the shadows made it all the better. Days into meeting him I knew I was in trouble, his presence was stunning and terrifying and incredibly attractive, but he didn’t know me beyond the hood, and I didn’t know him beyond the mask. We were nothing more than work buddies who didn’t go out for drinks or exchange birthday cards. Which was totally fine, because I needed to protect people. And he needed to clean up Gotham from the roots. If our goals were ever achieved, I wouldn’t see him again. And that was… fine. Totally not upset over not being able to see him without the armor.

“Most likely. But who hired them?” His voice, it was deep, scratchy, and no one else would know but I could tell it was a bit forced. I liked it.

“Not Riddler, or Joker, they don’t care enough to clean up their mess. Someone who didn’t want people to know, someone with a reputation…” We both knew who it was, it was like he could read my mind at this point, but I was no closer to cracking his. I almost hated it, not being able to see into his mind like he could mine. But then again, I liked that the way he looked at me when he did. This little glint in his eyes, a hint of a smile, as if I was his favorite book laying open on the table.

“Someone like Penguin.” I nodded and before I stood fully, he was gone. The Shadow in the Night just left me here… prick. Getting up, I nodded to Gordon who walked over to me.

“So?”

“Bats and I are going clubbing… The Iceberg Lounge is especially nice, but I hear the 44 Below is better.” With that I left, moving deftly through the crowds of cops and forensic people. I would have to catch up.

I managed to get there before Bats had beaten everyone to death. It wasn’t a pretty scene but one I was used to. Unconscious bodies littered the entryway, bullet shells on the carpet, and a continuing fight could be heard in the distance.

“BATS.” I ran in. I couldn’t care less about the people in my way, they were criminals and Bats had already taken care of them, but we needed Penguin unscathed for questioning. I can’t let this slip through. When I got there, he was standing by a closed set of double doors, big and painted gold. His strong arms were crossed, and he was facing in my direction, leaning against the door. It was so, so attractive, and so, so distracting.

“You came.”

“You waited for me?”

“Of course.”

“Of course.” Of course. Of course, of course, of course. Of course he waited, of course I would make every effort just to be by his side, of course I broke 12 traffic laws and at least 2 federal laws just to make a 45 minute drive 15 minutes. He kicked open the door and we walked inside to see Penguin and two more men, all holding guns. It was quick, shots firing and ricocheting off the walls and one nearly clipped my ear if not for the fact that I dropped to the floor. Hands on the floor, my left leg stretched out to the side with my right bent under to support myself, I looked up to see Bats not even flinching. The bullets bounced off his armor and I watched as he quickly marched up and took the gun from one of the men. He broke it over his knee, snapped in half, and I nearly lost focus as my eyes were drawn to his thighs. Thick, beautiful, wonderfully ridable thighs. Fuck, focus. Ducking under his arms, I popped up in front of the second man and swung right for his nose while bats reached around and pulled the gun out of his hands. The men fell to the sides and Penguin was left alone, shaking in the corner with a tiny pistol clattering in his grip. I almost feel bad…. No, no I don’t haha. I unclipped the handcuffs from Bats, and I felt Bat’s whole body freeze, the cuffs hanging low on his belt. Bats damn near tore penguin out of the room after I cuffed him. Stopping at the door, he looked back at me, shoulders tense.

“Staying?” I looked up at his eyes, the blue glinting like neon. I could stare at those for hours; I don’t even care how stupid that sounds.

“Yeah, I’ll just uh…” I unclipped my camera from my belt and waved it by my head, mutely offering it as an explanation. He nodded and left with Penguin, and I was alone with two unconscious thugs and a shit ton of evidence that Bat’s and I would need later. Clicking open the camera, I fixed the flash setting before starting at the left side of the room and moving my way across. Files on dozens of people, roughly half a dozen on other mob bosses, boxes stacked on boxes of guns and ammunition. I took particular interest on the guns, making sure to add type and count on the back of each photo as well as a rough count of the ammunition. It took me about an hour to get everything really important before I heard the GCPD forensics team show up. I didn’t really want to get into it with them again (yes, I got caught at a crime scene once by them and I nearly got hit with a solid pelican 1120) so I headed out, grabbing the box of files before I left. I strapped the box to the back of my bike, praying the rain wouldn’t ruin any of the papers before I could get home. It always rained in Gotham, it was like a plague that lingered, as if the sky thought it could cleanse the city every day, never realizing it was futile. My bike slipped in and out of traffic, dodging cars and trucks, until I couldn’t go any farther without being knee deep in water. I left my bike, climbing up the side of a building and making my way across the rooftops, box tucked under my arm. It would be hours before I saw Bat’s again.

I sat back in my chair; my suit thrown to the side on the floor. A chill had set up my arms, my sleeveless shirt doing its job in cooling me down after I left the lounge. My computer glowed in the dark of my room as it loaded the pictures from my memory card. I had lived here for years now, in a tiny one room on the lower east side. Ever since Riddler flooded the streets, most of the lower areas were lost as well as all the areas by the docks. I was lucky, it was high enough that the water didn’t touch the flat and the window wasn’t too jammed, so it was prime vigilante real estate. I heard the window open, and I didn’t bother to turn around. Bats had seen me out of costume before, purely by accident but since then I hadn’t bothered to wear it off the job. If he saw me, he didn’t make a scene of it. At least, not in front of me.

“What did you find?”

“It’s like he was preparing for a war, B. He’s got dozens upon dozens of files, on people and bosses all over the city. Guns, ammo, worse, it’s all here.” I pulled up what pictures I did have rendered. I really didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. All of this looked like-

“A gang war.”

“Fuck.”

“Hey-”

“I know I know. But B, a gang war. We can’t have that right now, not with half the city flooded, not with the coast guard trying to fix things. We’ve already had enough issues with Riddler, and before that…” Our first case, the Joker… if this were a gang war, it could shred whatever remains of this city. “B… what do we do?” He stood still for a few seconds, eyes darting over my photo folder. Then darting over me, and I never felt more exposed.

“Which file folder is the largest?” I stared at the folder, thinking. Technically, they were all pretty thick but only one was truly overflowing. I pushed my rolling chair across the room and launched my way over to the file box. I pulled out the two-inch-thick file. He held the pages in the light of my computer, the white and blue light glowing over his armor and spilling onto the folder.

“Fish Mooney.” He held it for a second before flipping through it, stopping at certain pages with annotations and sticky notes. Pictures were taped and clipped onto certain pages, bright marker circling her face and specific places she was seen walking into. It was extreme and entirely unlike Penguin. He wasn’t the kind of person to annotate things or have things annotated.

“There’s notes in here.”

“Penguin definitely didn’t make these files. He had help, and I have a guess as to who.” In the far corners of the pages, little question marks were doodled and scribbled.

“How did Penguin get his help with these? He’s in Arkham, Penguin of all people wouldn’t be able to see him.”

“Wanna pay your old admirer a visit?”

“Not funny.” But I heard the smile in his voice.

“Only way to know for certain what Penguin wants with Fish is to ask the source of all his knowledge. If Riddler is involved in a gang war, I doubt he will pass up the chance to brag. Especially to us.” I slowly climbed out of my chair and walked over to grab my suit from the floor. I felt his eyes following me as I walked across the room.

The air was cold as we rode to Arkham, rain and wind beating against our helmets, bikes side by side on the dark streets. Times like this I forgot Bats was the Batman, in my head he was just a person, a person I shared bike rides with, offered coffee to, did my job with. He wasn’t a vigilante; he was my partner. Which was fine. Pulling up to the old asylum, the flood lights above nearly blinding me. The Batman and I stepped into the visitor’s center.

“S-sir!” The little guy at the front desk sputtered out, waving his superior over. A burly man with a hefty ring of keys on his belt came over.

“Batman and Co. Come on in,” He waved us past the desk and into the hallway where gates upon gates were opened and closed behind us. “Who are you two here for?”

“Riddler.” Was all the mountain of a man in front of me mumbled.

“Riddler? I thought you guys were done with him after he blew up half the city.”

“I wish,” I muttered and ducked ahead of Bats. “We’d really appreciate seeing him privately if that’s alright.”

“Sure, we’ll have someone outside the door in case you need help.” He reassured us. I found it unnecessary, but Bats nodded.

“Thank you, Mr. …?”

“Conroy. Albert Conroy.” He radioed for Riddler to be moved to a remote conference room. Walking down the halls, I felt eyes on me. Eyes I recognized.

“B… He knows we’re here.” I saw him nod out of the corner of my eyes before we were escorted into the dark-lit conference room. Riddler sat on the other side of the table, hands cuffed, glasses cracked, and honestly, he looked pretty pathetic. “We’ll be ok from here, Mr. Conroy. Thank you.” The man left, and Bats immediately walked up to the table, throwing Fish Mooney’s file onto the table.

“What did you do, Ed? How’d you get involved with Penguin?” watching Bats, I leaned back against the wall.

“Oh, I didn’t do much. Hello, Darling, lovely to see you again.” I waved but couldn’t find it in me to respond more than that. Bats stepped in front of me, covering his view.

“Edward, focus, why did you help Penguin? We know you did,” He opened up the file to point to the many little question mark scribbles at the corners. “We just want to know what he’s planning.”

“I bring peace but only at the cost of another’s life. What am I?” He bounced a little, enthusiastically.

“War. Ed, what does he want with Fish?”

“Swimming, jumping, diving, flying, the little fish can go anywhere; until the hungry penguin eats it up.”

“So, it is a turf war? Shit!” I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“Such vulgar language, something so sweet shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fair. If Penguin has been caught, then all has been lost; but there are many members in a penguin’s huddler, you must be quick before the cities in rubble.” He just kept sputtering out… lots of words. I was starting to get a headache.

“He has a partner?”

“Thread, field, bird, fear; Standing proud, cowering alone, invading your mind, I look for my home.” My. God. Make. It. Stop.

“Scarecrow… fuck. Well, thanks Eddie, this has been enlightening, really. B, can we go?” He grunted and nodded, heading for the door. Just as he got the door open Edward started damn near screaming at us.

“I grew up from a seed, as tough as a weed. But in a mansion, in a slum, I'll never know where I come from. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about him. About Bruce Wayne. I’ll finish what we started, what we three started!” B pulled me out of the room harshly as guards pushed past us to remove Ed. I could remember the Riddler incident vividly, even though it had been two months ago. Halloween and the days that followed… What was with this city and ruining holidays?

“Don’t think about that last riddle too much. Now that we know Scarecrow is involved, we know the baseline of the turf war. It’s more likely that he’s operating out of his old lab. We can send GCPD over and clear him out.”

“You don’t want to go over and deal with it? I thought you would be all-for kicking Scarecrow’s ass.”

“Not tonight.” What else could he have going on? Maybe his real life, his own little piece of normal that I so desperately wanted to be a part of.

“Weird.” I didn’t have the energy to think too far into his motives, so I walked off. My head was still pounding. I was always prone to migraines, with little forewarning when they hit, and of course I had pills to combat them but there was no way I would have some on me in this suit. I just needed to get back to the apartment. Sluggishly, I tried to climb on my bike only to sway once I sat down.

“Hey,” he caught up with me and grabbed my arm to steady me, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My head…” It hurt to keep my eyes open, the flood lights blinding me. I heard his movement, the rip of the zipper as he reached into a pocket somewhere on his pants. There was more movement, jostling behind me in what I could only guess was my bag on the back of my bike, and quickly two pills and a water bottle were being placed in my hands.

“Hey,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “Take these.” Suddenly it became infinitely darker, and I was finally able to look up. He had his back to the flood lights, his chest against my shoulder to steady me, blocking the light. Still sitting on the bike, I tossed back the pills quickly, desperate for the pain to stop. “C’mon, you’re riding with me. I already messaged Gordon to come get your bike. You’re not going home by yourself like this.”

“But I can-”

“It’s not worth the risk.” I couldn’t argue with him, not when the hurt had yet to go away, and my energy was waning. He was right anyways, on a bike at night when I could barely open my eyes? Even a vigilante wouldn’t stand a chance. With hands far gentler than one would anticipate from a 6”1 mass of terror, he pulled me from the bike and led me to his, sitting down first and then allowing me to slide on behind him. He passed me my helmet and while I was pushing my hood and mask down, he also pulled his helmet on over the cowl.

“Put your hands here.” He took my hand and placed it on abdomen above his waist and I wrapped my arms around him, leaning against his back in a slow, clearly exhausted motion, and tried my best to remain conscious until he began to drive off. The jostle of the road irritated my head, but if I closed my eyes and just leaned into him, it wasn’t that bad. Peaceful in fact. I wonder if this is what it’s like, to be normal. When your head isn’t filled with crime scene data, or potential uprisings, or concern for citywide safety. Is this what normal people do when they’re with someone they love? I was fine with not being normal, usually. It wasn’t a big deal if I never had a normal relationship, or got a pet, or had a steady job that didn’t involve taking pictures of gun, drugs, and dead bodies. But now, with my chest against his back, helmet side pressed against his shoulder blades, I couldn’t shake the horrible, sad truth that I desperately wanted a little piece of normal. And I wanted that to be him. I felt like an idiot but an honest one at least. I wanted to be normal with Batman, or whoever he really was. I wanted the closeness without the armor. I wanted to see him without armor- it’s not a necessity, just that I’d drop to my knees in seconds with zero dignity for this man. I closed my eyes, trying to muddle the idea with lesser, more trivial thoughts.

I wasn’t paying attention, and soon we were in the northern part of the city, the tall corporate buildings lighting the streets and the cars around us with neon. When I finally opened my eyes, he was tapping my leg, telling me to hold on tightly. He fucking drove us down a set of stairs, this madman. When he pulled to a stop, we were in an underground train station, filled with computers, tables covered in metal scraps, and in the back, what looked to be a car covered by a tarp.

“Where are we?” He helped me off the bike, the lights no longer bothering me so much I couldn’t open my eyes.

“This is my… place… don’t have a name for it yet.”

“Oh my god,” he looked over and I smiled so wide and stupidly. “You have a bat cave.” I put heavy emphasis on the word ‘bat’ and almost laughed if not for the tiny smile I saw from beneath the mask. It stunned me. At times like these, what I wouldn’t give to see what his full smile looked like, without the shadow of the batman cowl over it. Perhaps I was simple minded for thinking it so stunning, or perhaps he simply was so stunning. Either way, what bliss.

“C’mon, there’s a guest room upstairs you can use, you need rest.” Suddenly, like fog had dissipated, I started to have a clear line of thinking.

“Wait, B!” He paused by the elevator doors, turning to look at me with a sharp look of expectancy, “My meds, they’re prescription, special order. How did you have them?”

“I have my ways. When we first started working together, I may have… looked into you. Nothing too personal, but I needed to know if I could trust you, what to do if something happened to you. Found your medical records, got the prescription just in case.” He seemed almost guilty, but at the same time not. As if doing so had been a troubling necessity, and that in the end it was all for the best. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do the exact same, or at least I tried to. Mostly police reports involving him, news pieces, eyewitness statements. I wanted to know if his rage was reliable or… unstable.

“I tried to do the same… turns out that’s hard to do if you’ve never seen the other person.” I let out a nervous laugh, eager for the guilt-ridden tension to disperse. He huffed and when I looked up, there was a tiny grin again. Relief set in and I entered the elevator with him. It was a nice-looking elevator, stainless steel with dark mahogany wood trim. Expensive. Whoever B was, he or his close friends were rich. 27 floors later, we stepped out at a huge apartment, covered in ancient gothic architecture and floor to ceiling windows that looked over Gotham. Ok, so, B was rich rich.

“This way.” He began leading me down the right hallway, but something caught my eye. Mail, sitting on a stool by the elevator, addressed to none-other than Bruce Wayne.

“Holy shit.” I breathed in near disbelief. B was friends with Bruce.

“What- are you snooping here of all places?!” I could tell he wasn’t nearly as offended as he sounded.

“Sorry, not on purpose I swear. I just saw it and… Bruce Wayne? Are you his friend or business partner?”

“Neither. You know him?” He sounded… tense now, as if this was a gateway conversation to a much larger topic. I wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want me to, but maybe this was close to finding out who he really was.

“No… I mean, not really, I almost did a case on him 2 years ago, some embezzlement thing or whatever.”

“And?”

“And nothing. Turns out, not only is he clean, but he’s also a big softy. The money wasn’t being stolen, it was being donated, it just wasn’t being documented properly. Thousands of dollars, supplies, and aid, and a few typos almost launched a full-blown police investigation. He’s a good guy, an honest one.” Walking past him, I looked into the room to see the same gothic architecture, a large four post queen sized bed against the left wall and a beautiful Victorian vanity on the right. Dead ahead, floor to ceiling windows covered the back wall with large, heavy looking drapes hung at each end. “This is beautiful B.”

“Mm. Then it’s yours from now on. Whenever you need to be somewhere else, if something goes wrong, if you just don’t want to be alone… you can come here.” My head snapped towards him, and I nearly leapt in the air at how close he was. If I had stepped back my back would have been against his chest.

“B, are you sure? What about Bruce? Would he mind?” That grin came back, stronger than ever, and thank god it was dark because I felt my face go hot. His hand fit on my cheek, just above my jaw, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I think he would love you.”

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Tell us fun facts about your au!! I am deeply intrested in mer-aus!! <33

Well since I don't think a lot it is actually known publicly beyond what you can infer from the handful of drawings I posted, I think there is a lot I can talk about! Have a random assortment of stuff from off the top of my head.

Hank is not the first Mer to be captured by the agency despite Doc believing he is. Tricky was the first one, but he was killed during experimentation and body was discarded months before Hank was caught. This information was simply never disclosed to Doc, so he doesn't know.

Just like how Hank has access to Shadow Magic, Sanford and Deimos are fully capable of wielding magic as well. The reason they don't is because they are unaware of the fact that Elemental and Healing magic exists. They weren't used in the tribe they grew up in and living their teen and adult lives alone prevented them from ever witnessing the magic being used. They may learn of it in the future.

Hank is massive for a shark-like Mer (15ft). Deimos, although viewed as tiny compared to Sanford and Hank, is actually the average, normal size (10ft). Hank is just massive and Sanford is above average (12ft).

The Shadow Magic Hank uses will eventually kill him. If he stops using it then he will live a lot longer, but the corruption is what's going to kill him in the end unless something else gets to him first.

Tricky is not permanently dead. He is out there somewhere.

Phobos and Deimos are brothers in this AU. Phobos is out there somewhere, but he does not show up in the story until months after Doc saves the 3 from the agency. Deimos doesn't know his brother is still alive. He thought he was long dead. He's going to wish he was actually dead though.

While it doesn't matter much, the AU is actually based on an OC verse of mine that I've had since around 2010. I used it as a base for the AU. Those Mers were already developed with lore and biology, so I just took all of that and slapped Madcom over top. It wasn't as a simple as that though. There was a lot that had to be altered to make it work. But there is reasons why my Madcom Mers are visually similar to my OC Mers. They're simply the same species.

Hank, Deimos and Sanford are all shark-like Mers despite the fact that I believe Hank would better fit an Orca. The reason I didn't go with this is because of the information above. I simply didn't want to deal with the fact that Hank being Orca-like would not be able to breathe underwater lol

There is a lot to talk about but this what I could come up with on the fly. If you ever want to know the biology or anything specific about the AU. I have a lot of information lol

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A New Dawn.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Part one of this fic can be found here

Fandom: Hannibal

Pairings: Francis Dolarhyde x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual references, mild smut, anxiety/depression mention, negative memories, domestic abuse (physical, verbal, mental, emotional)

Summary: After Francis has brutally murdered your boyfriend, John, who has been abusing you, you and Francis run away together to help him hide. Is his love for you becoming a requited feeling?

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The motel room was musty, dark and barely cleaned. It had been your home now for two days since you had fled with Francis from your home, leaving the brutally murdered body of your boyfriend, John, behind. News reports had begun to circulate on all the main channels, asking for any information on John's murder to be given up to the authorities.

"We can't stay here forever, Francis," you told him. He sat next to you on the bed and sighed. "We need to keep moving. Maybe fly somewhere..."

"I need to get money," Francis told you, his tone stern, but giving a simplicity to his words. "Then we can go. The police will want to question you first."

Terror hit you and you froze. "I know. I'm suspect number one. After all, I lived with him, and now I've disappeared."

The question still remained in your mind: why had you left with Francis? Why didn't you turn him in? Leaving with the murderer of your boyfriend had made your life a lot more complicated now, and given the authorities a reason to suspect you as the killer. But part of you was thankful for what Francis had done. Life with John had become an unbearable hell.

Your thoughts turned into words, and as you spoke them, Francis listened.

"John was cheating on me, but he constantly denied it and told me that it was all in my head. A few months into our relationship, he started drinking at the weekend with his friends, getting completely hammered. Then he would come home and drag me out of bed, wanting to fight. I started taking anxiety and depression medication because of him, and I knew that I'd never be free of him. The house was mine, left by my parents, but he made sure he was added on to all the documents as co-owner. There was no way he was going to leave me alone once he'd got his feet under the table."

"I could never let him get away with that..." Francis mumbled.

"I know," you replied, wiping a tear from your cheek. "That was why I couldn't leave you to face the police. You saved me from that life, and even if I do go to prison, wrongfully accused, I won't have to go through any of that again. I'd by far rather sit and rot in prison then I have to go back to that life with John."

"Why have you always been so kind to me?" Francis asked, his voice breaking so slightly. He looked at you, his steel blue eyes shining so bright through the dingy atmosphere of the room.

The longer you looked at Francis and the more you felt yourself become enthralled by him. He was handsome, but didn't see it in himself. All he saw was the scar between his top lip and nose, which served as a reminder of the deformity he was born with. Francis always tried to hide his face or talk as little as possible. It seemed as if you had never been able to look upon his face fully, only from a side or in dark rooms. "Everyone deserves kindness," you replied. You took his hand in yours and held it.

Francis turned his upper body towards you. You reached up and cupped his cheek, watching him close his eyes in response. He whispered your name and kissed the palm of your hand softly. You then brushed your thumb across his scar and watched him wince in that moment.

"It's okay," you told him. "Trust me."

The air had grown so close and thick in your tensions. And acting on that tension, you did the most instinctive thing you could have done in those moments. You kissed.

Both of you became caught up in the moment, your tongues meshing. Heat was rising high, until you began to remove Francis' shirt, and that seemed to spur him on. He became more dominant in his actions, but not like John. Francis didn't want to possess, he wanted to pleasure.

Beneath his gaze and you writhed, feeling Francis kiss down you. You allowed him to take you.

***

It was the middle of the night and you opened your eyes, focusing on the shadows on the ceiling. Francis was still asleep with his back to you, and through the darkened room you could still make out the colours of the ink on his back.

You got out of bed and pulled on your underwear and jeans. What had happened between you both? It confused you. Were you really falling for him? He'd killed a man. But, he done it for you. That was what had caused this invisible force to develop between you both, where you now wanted him.

As you had made love only hours earlier, his body had overpowered you, but in a way that aroused you to the very core. It was not a possessive dominance, but rather a dominance of protection and love, wanting nothing more than to pleasure you and treasure you. Sex with John was always quick, to the point, focusing on him. Sometimes he would hit you, and you pretended to enjoy it, scared that he would hurt you even more later for defying him. With Francis and there had been an innocence in his actions, mixed with instinct. It felt like he was in tune with what you wanted and what you needed.

***

Francis woke a couple of hours later to find you gone. Your side of the bed was empty, and as he dashed to the bathroom, you weren't in there.

In a flurry of emotions, Francis got dressed and raced out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him and his eyes surveyed the area. Left to right his gaze swept. Until he noticed a figure strolling along the pavement in the left hand direction, hands in pockets. He smiled to himself in relief, recognising you immediately. The sun was rising in the distance, forming a gold halo around your head.

You approached Francis and wound your arm around his waist, feeling him draw up against you. He lowered his head toward you and sighed.

"Good morning," you whispered. Then the two of you kissed, feeling the growing heat of the sun envelope you both.

***

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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Oracle - Intro : Sibyl

June Drabbles 2022 Days 26 & 27 - Universe & Neon Sign

A/N: So we all know by now that I completely missed the mark on finishing all of these in the month of June. One of these days I will complete a challenge on time. Maybe. But I have had a lot of fun writing these drabbles/stories, and with only a few more to go I’m powering through the rest of them. This one is actually a bit different from the rest, because it is for something that I have been plotting and planning (and stressing about getting right) for roughly a year, but when I saw these two prompts I took it as a sign (and you’ll see why that’s appropriate) to finally get the ball rolling on this soulmate au series. I’ve never written the soulmate trope before, and I am nervous to try... but I’m also excited and I hope that you enjoy where it’s going... and that you don’t hate me too much. ;)

Word Count: 2,800

Warning: death, violence, language, theft

Summary: Years of job hopping and point pinching have finally put Ezra in a position to take a step up - literally out of the gutter-gunked scud puddles of Cirian Central, but also out of the slow sinking pit of debt and dying dreams that he’d been languishing in for too long. But just as his luck takes a turn for the better, something else lands hard and haphazardly in his lap - fate. And not just his own. So will he follow the fortune... or the fortune teller?

A deluge of grimey water splashed against the dingy window that Ezra leaned against, looking out as the storm drains from mid were emptied onto the rooftops, sidewalks and unsuspecting heads of those on the lowest level. He grimaced as a nearby man got drenched by two levels worth of rainwater, debris, fuel oil and Kevva knows what else. I know what else. This entire planet is a pus-stained scab on the Cirian sector. The unfortunate, muck covered man was either uncaring of or unfamiliar with the drainage system in that portion of the city, but Ezra had plenty of practice when it came to dodging the showers of street slick that rained on the ground level every quarter cycle. Central was his home planet, after all.

Or at least it was where he hailed from. He hadn’t called it home since the first time that he left it - as a sixteen year old stowaway on a trash transport headed for the Bahkroma System, forged documents aging him by three years stuffed into his pocket. But if he was being honest with himself, it hadn’t been home since well before then. He had no nostalgic notions, no rose-tinted memories made there to feel fondly for the place. Docking on Central between jobs was never something that Ezra looked forward to, and he always sought to leave again as quickly as he could. For a while he did everything in his power to find work that would keep him off-world for several standard years at a time, taking odd jobs on benches and freighters and places where he could negotiate lodging into his pay. His plan had been to save his points for all the equipment that he would need to start the career of his dreams - digging for aurelac, toxic environment and all. He got hired to his first crew a few days after his twentieth birthday, and in two decades he hadn’t looked back.

Though there were several other mining trades he could have gotten into that wouldn’t have required the life support suit and filtration hose, none of them paid nearly close to what he knew prospectors on the Green Moon made when they sold their gems. He understood the math of it. The deadlier the job, the higher the payout, and there weren’t many professions more potentially hazardous than the one he wanted to make his own. News of the rush had only amplified his drive, Ezra’s eyes growing wide as he read about pearls rumored to be the size of fully grown channel-rats. The location of the theorized rhizomatic deposit that the prospecting guild had dubbed The Queen’s Lair was unknown, but Ezra chose to believe that if it was real, he would find it.

I’d finally be free of the debts I’ve carried all these years. They weren’t insurmountable - he was still paying off loans that he’d taken to upgrade some of his equipment - but the fact that he was tethered by such a seemingly in reach number of points made them feel steeper than they were on the record. It was why he had started sneaking small, lower grade gems into the hidden pouches that he’d sewn into his suit, smuggling them back to Cirian to sell to the fence he met at the pub he frequented when he was forced to stay there between stands on the Green. It upped the risk even more, but the math continued to check out, Ezra’s earnings going up as well. Not exactly what I envisioned, but… If I find the Queen’s Lair it won’t matter. He watched the last drops of filthy water slide down the glass and sighed. And I’d finally be able to afford more luxurious accommodations than the inns down here in this scud-crusted sludge puddle. If he had his druthers though, he wouldn’t stay on the mid or top tiers, either. If given the choice of anywhere to spend his free time, he’d pick Kamrea or Cardovan or Lao. Anywhere but Central, really.

At least it’s only a couple of days this time. Just a handful of cycles. He grinned to himself as he pushed the door open and stepped out of the bar, a few mugs of mash mead sloshing around in his belly and his brain to give him a pleasant buzz. He hadn’t met with Geyser this time, and Ezra briefly wondered if his blackmarket connection hadn’t gotten himself caught. But when no one came to slap cuffs on him as he took a seat in one of the open stools and ordered a drink, he determined that Geyser likely got drunk in some other sinkhole and forgot that they were meant to meet, or else he’d struck a deal with another thief for higher quality pearls or fewer points. It didn’t matter much to him, not with the offer he’d just accepted to join a crew that was setting out to find the Lair - and not returning until they had unearthed it. This could very well be the last time I ever find myself here.

With that thought, and a handful of pebble pearls he would have sold to Geyser still burning holes in his pocket, he strode down the dark alley and out towards the glow of artificial lights. He had no idea what time it was, but down on the third level it didn’t matter if it was night or day. It didn’t matter that Cirian Central had two suns or that its moon was the brightest and largest in the sector. The substructure of the cities that covered the planet’s surface blocked out the sky at ground level. Even if it didn’t, there was an ever present haze from steam valves and factory vents that hung in the air that acted like an opaque filter, muting everything to a dim shade of gray. The only light that far down came from the various signs that flashed in vibrant colors boasting bars, brothels, brokers and anything else transients and vagabonds like him might need. The constant buzz of the flickering neons created a white noise that was only broken by the wet slopping sounds of the drain pipes from above, footsteps of people that came too close, or the hacking coughs of Fringelings like him, leaning in doorways and against dripping brick walls as they smoked their fire hash blunts down to their fingers.

It had been a few years since he’d smoked one, and for a snippet of a second he thought about trying to barter with one of the men for a little bit of leaf, rolling the smooth but cloudy gem grains in his pocket between his fingers. He knew someone would take that trade, even if they had no idea what the street price of aurelac or fire hash was. But if he wanted to feel the effects all he’d have to do was stroll down Stinger’s Alley and suck in the smoke. And that’s not what I want to do right now anyway. He needed to find accommodations for the next two nights, and once that was taken care of he would be back in one of the bars, celebrating the change in his fate that was just on the horizon with another mug or three of mash mead. The purple lettering of the Astral Hotel’s sign hummed in the distance, the S and both Ls smashed so that when lit it actually read A tra Hote, and since Ezra had stayed there a few times before and knew exactly what to expect - the damaged neon tubes advertising the place were quite an accurate representation of what it was like on the inside, too - he headed off in that direction, the grainy gems still rattling between his fingers.

But before he could cross the street, a woman emerged from a curtained doorway and stepped directly and intentionally in front of him. Her wide brown eyes were shining and shaking as they locked onto his, and though it would have been easy to brush the look off by assuming that she had inhaled too many vapors from the fire hash and steam valves, Ezra got the immediate feeling that she was stone sober. Her shoulder length hair had likely once been golden blonde, but now, like everything on this level of the city it had started going silvery gray, and she kept it tied back with a red head scarf, that and the beaded bracelets clacking together on her bony wrists as she reached for him the only splash of brightness that didn’t come from the buzzing lights. What in-

“You don’t know how to find her, do you?” Her hands clasped around his arms, the woman stronger than she appeared, and Ezra was so stunned by the sudden contact that he simply froze. What? Who?

Blinking, he shook his head and wrinkled his brow, and then gently lifted his arms to try to shrug her off without touching her. “I think you might have the wrong person, ma’am. I’m not sure who you’re referring to, but-”

She only doubled down, fingers gripping the worn fabric of his waffle-knit pullover. “The woman you’ve seen. In the flashes.”

She scanned his face for a reaction and he knew that he gave her one, his mouth dropping open as he sucked in a breath. How does she know about… I’ve never- He blinked again, and a pair of eyes that were far more familiar to him than any he’d ever looked actually into came to the forefront of his mind. Her. The woman whose laughter he felt in his heart when he was happy, whose anguish he tasted when tears stung his own eyes. The woman he’d never met and always assumed had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. The ghost in his dreams. But they aren’t just dreams… Sometimes I see her while I’m awake, too.

“The woman who always dies in your arms.”

That drove the buzz right out of his blood and left a chill in its place.

The woman who always died in his arms - who he was never able to save. She’d drowned and he’d been too late to pull her from the water. She’d been shot and he hadn’t acted quickly enough to patch her up. She’d been poisoned, stabbed, struck by a vehicle, attacked by an animal. No matter how many flashes Ezra got of her smiling, safe, sleeping or even sighing into his ear, they were outnumbered by the ones that ended with her death.

“How in Kevva’s name do you know about that? About her?” Because I’ve never told a soul. Not a single scud-sucking soul.

“I know a lot about you, Ezra. We’ve been here before.”

His heartbeat quickened and his tongue suddenly went dry and thick in his mouth, the air in his lungs going stale. “If this has anything to do with Geyser, I-”

She waved one ring encrusted hand to cut him off. “I don’t concern myself with black market activity. What you choose to do with the pebbles in your pockets is unimportant.” He bristled, even as the woman took her other hand away from his arm. “What I need to tell you is far more pressing than five and a half points in cloudy aurelac.”

Is this a setup? Ezra glanced up and over her shoulders, eyes darting left and right to make sure that no one was watching or lurking on a nearby stoop. Shoving his right hand in his pocket, he felt the creamy texture of the unpolished pearls against the pads of his fingers. There were exactly five and a half points worth. How is-

He was hit then with another flash.

Inky black darkness that swallowed the tree line. A crackling flame that spit and snapped with wet wood, sparks swirling upwards with the smoke. A stripped down, hopper-style landing pod that didn’t look operational. And a woman imprisoned in a glass booth that was lit by harsh white neons. Her body was covered in some kind of pink powdered substance, and a golden mask obscured most of her face. But her eyes opened, and Ezra knew them. Another flash and there she was, draped in the crook of his left arm, face tipped up towards his and gasping for air.

But this time his ghost didn’t die.

This time he yanked the emergency hose attached to his gear and sealed it over her mouth and nose. This time he wasn’t too late or too slow. This time he had what he needed to save her. To save you.

When he blinked again you were gone and he was back in his body on the streets of Cirian Central, breathing hard as the clairvoyant woman clutched at one of his arms with both of her thin hands. “Come inside unless you want to get slime soaked,” she urged when he finally looked down at her. What? “The drains, Ezra.” She pointed upwards. “They’re due to-” Shit.

He nodded, letting her pull him through the curtain and into her shop just as the drain valve twisted to slop greasy gray water down on the place where he’d just been standing. But that wasn’t what mattered. And at this point, the moon rocks in his pocket didn’t matter either. She… she’s alive. She- “She didn’t die.”

The woman sighed as she closed the door that he hadn’t seen, locking it behind herself and drawing the curtain shut. “Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she flicked the light switch to turn off the buzzing sign in her window. Ezra watched, shaken and dumbstruck as the tubes forming a hand and the words psychic readings fizzled out and went dark. “You saw her.” She slowly spun to face him fully. “But you don’t know how to find her, do you?”

Find her? He swallowed, brow furrowing and heart thudding hard. “You mean to tell me that she’s… that she is more than just a vision? That she is-”

“She is as real as you and I are.” Outside, another slosh of filthy liquid rained from the mid level as his host pulled a chair from the corner of the room closer to its twin near the window, gesturing for him to sit. He did, and she sunk into the one she’d just moved, leveling him with her stare. “But unless you do exactly as I say, the fate that you just witnessed will change and you will lose her again.” She leaned closer, the look in her eyes even more desperate. “Possibly forever.”

It didn’t make a lick of sense. Lose you? Again? He had never had you. He didn’t even know who you were.

That isn’t entirely true. I know her eyes. I…Something churned in his chest and then it felt as though he’d split open if he couldn't get his arms around you. I do know her. She… she’s my-

“Tell me one thing, soothsayer.” Something still wasn’t adding up though. He shook his head as he tried to even out his racing thoughts and slow down his breathing. “Why pray tell, does it matter to you if a point pinching aurelac swindler like me finds his soulmate?”

“First of all my name is Faye.” She answered without flinching. “And it matters to me because I believe that if you don’t follow the path that leads you to her… I will never see my daughter again. They are both alive, Ezra. My daughter and the woman who has been haunting your memory.”

“My memory?” He balked. “You mean the visions? The dreams?”

“Do they feel like dreams to you? Do you often dream without sleeping?” She reached forward, covering one of his hands on his knee with her own. “The things that you’ve seen? They are not dreams. You lived those moments, Ezra. All of those possibilities. In a hundred different worlds, in a hundred different universes. And all of them have ended the same way. But I see a path that ends in a different place - a place that leads to my little girl and to the piece of your heart that you’ve been living without - and now that you’ve seen it, too…” She squeezed his hand. “How can you look away?”

The answer was simple but he kept it to himself. He couldn’t. I won’t. But he was going to need some more clarity. “Tell me what you’ve seen, and what will be required of me before I embark on this path of yours, Faye.”

Tell me how to find her… Tell me how to find her in time and I’ll go down any path you point me towards.

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