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Edgar Allan Poe Legacy Challenge created by @maydaysims

Hi! I’m maydayplays and this is the first Sims challenge I’ve ever written. I’d love your feedback and to answer any questions you have. I’d also adore being tagged in your stories if you’re playing this challenge. Ask questions here.

Welcome to the Edgar Allan Poe Legacy Challenge! I took his macabre, melancholy, and tormenting work and devised this challenge across ten generations. If you prefer the google doc version, click here!

This challenge is to be a guide or starting point for your storytelling but I encourage you to adapt your play as you see fit! Don’t beat yourself up for missing a generation’s goals or having your story deviate. That’s part of the fun.

Trigger Warnings

Please keep this mind that this is a Rated R legacy challenge. Poe’s work is a reflection of the tragedies in his life as well as the rejections he’s experienced and the addictions he struggled with.

I have also tried my best to note triggers before each generation but I’m human. There will always be triggers that are missed.

Mods (completely optional):

Basemental Drugs fits the vibe because Poe was known for his alcoholism and substance abuse.

MCCC is a mod that allows you to manipulate aspects of the Sims such as no occult, having pregnancies happen, etc. I often use it to move my plot along or improve quality of life.

Wonderful Whims enhances storytelling by giving Sims “first impressions” and noting whether they find another Sim attractive or not. It also includes menstrual cycles, polyamorous relationships, disabling jealousy, and much much more. If you want the smut, you can try Wicked Whims instead.

Control Any Sim allows you to turn household Sims into “household NPC’s” if you don’t like playing multiple Sims in a household.

Generation One: "The Raven"

Triggers: heartbreak, isolation, depression

While the other kids played in the sun and splashed in the mud, you spent your time happily clacking away on your typewriter and playing sonnets on your violin. Your parents worried that you weren’t socializing so they encouraged play dates.

You begrudgingly went to them until one day, you met Lenore, your raven-haired muse. (You don’t have to stick to the name Lenore).

Love blossomed quickly for you, until Lenore was suddenly gone from your life. This manifested your parent’s worst fear: you no longer socialized. They tried their hardest to get you to leave your room but they were met with haunting violin songs and frantic typing. As soon as you could, you moved out from their home to have even more isolation.

Aspiration: Bestselling Author Traits: Gloomy, Creative, and Loner Skills: Writing. At least level 4 in Painting and Violin.

Start off in a grungy, dirty home. The only item you’re allowed to cheat is your computer so you can start writing.

Get a computer and join the Freelancer (Fighting Words) career as your sole source of income. Even odd jobs should be avoided unless you can do them from home. Remember, you want as little interaction with other people as possible.

Buy the Creative Visionary reward.

Write at least one book named after Lenore in some way.

Marry someone who reminds you of Lenore (doesn’t have to be the negative/sad/depressing parts- unless you want it to be!) Get creative with how you meet them.

Have only one child (unless you get twins, etc.)

If you use cc’s, you can decorate your home raven-themed.

Generation Two: "Annabel Lee"

Triggers: emotionally distant parent(s)

You learned how to love your (Gen 1) unconditionally, even if it meant being the parent of your parent at a young age. When you began to have romantic relationships, you always wore your heart on your sleeve. After graduating high school, you kissed your parents goodbye because you couldn’t deal with the gloom and doom of your childhood home anymore.

You can inherit money from your Gen 1 depending on how Gen 1 did with the writing career.

Aspiration: Soulmate Traits: Romantic, choose/randomize the other two. Skills: Parenting and Charisma.

Have several relationships throughout your teenage and young adult life. They can be as casual/loving/serious/etc. as you’d like.

Your career is completely up to you.

Meet the love of your life and move to somewhere by the sea.

Have at least two children. Be as present as you can in their lives, throwing incredible birthday parties, reading them to bed, and showering them with love.

Have your partner pass away before your first child reaches young adulthood.

Have a bedroom specifically dedicated to your Annabel Lee that no one is allowed to go in but you. You can leave the urn there if you’d like.

If you remarry, they cannot know about the secret room.

Generation Three: "The Tell-Tale Heart"

Triggers: elderly abuse and murder

You grew up with a parent who wore their heart on their sleeve. You saw it as a blind spot that you could take advantage of. It started off with tiny white lies and as you got more confident, you began to steal from your family and then your neighbors. When people asked about what you wanted to be when you “grew up,” you always made something up. The truth is, you have no idea.

Aspiration: Public Enemy Traits: Kleptomaniac, Paranoid, choose/randomize the third. If you don’t have Paranoid, you can use Genius. Skills: Mischief and Charisma. Anything that’s required for your aspiration/career.

Join the Criminal or Secret Agent career depending on how you want to play your character. You can choose whichever branch you’d like!

When your charisma is high enough, ask to borrow money from at least 3 Sims. It’s up to you if you’d like to pay them back or not.

Have no more than one child. You don’t have to marry the other parent.

Achieve notoriety and become at least a three-star celebrity with a bad reputation.

Optional: Move an Elder Sim into your basement or a room in your home. Leave them there with no way of letting them out. Keep them a secret from your family.

Generation Four: "The Cask of Amontillado"

Triggers: a really messed-up way to kill someone, sociopathy

You were never sure what exactly your parent did for a living but you knew that you always got what you wanted. All you had to do was ask. Your parent made sure you were cultured, a little piano here, a little art there. You felt contempt for anything not to your standards.

Aspiration: Master Mixologist Traits: Snob, Perfectionist, and choose/randomize the third. Skills: Mixology. At least level 5 in Cooking. Anything that’s required for your aspiration/career.

Join the Culinary career and the Mixologist branch.

Marry someone who is of high society, whether they are extremely wealthy or at least 3-stars famous or both!

Brew a unique Amontillado drink.

Buy Money Tree reward to continue generational wealth.

Become mortal enemies with another mixologist whether they’re plain annoying or a threat to your business, get creative!

Create a wall in your bar with no exit. Put your mortal enemy in there and let them die in the wall.

Be extra petty by leaving your signature drink in the wall with them.

Be at least a three-star celebrity, famous for your Amontillado.

Generation Five: "The Masque of the Red Death"

Triggers: murder, mass murder, murder-suicide

You grew up being that kid who always had an endless supply of booze, thanks to your Mixologist parent. You were free to do as you wanted so naturally, you drank, you partied, and you spent money like it was your job. Everyone either wanted you to wanted to be with you. You feel immortal and that you can get away with anything.

Aspiration: Party Animal Traits: Outgoing, Noncommittal, and choose/randomize the third. If you have Get Together, you can sub one of those out for Dance Machine. Skills: Dancing.

Join whichever career you’d like OR switch it up and live off of your family fortune (inherit OR use the money cheat).

Throw the most extravagant parties complete with a caterer, entertainer, and mixologist! There’s no such thing as doing too much so have as much food, drinks, and gluttony as you’d like.

Always wear red to parties and have at least one outfit with a red mask.

Have a black room in your party house that no one is allowed to go into but you and whomever you invite. Murder them in that room but don’t forget your red mask!

Have random kids with random Sims.

Buy Seldom Sleepy reward.

Optional: For the full masque of red death experience, lock yourself and your party guests inside during a party. Don’t have any food, bathrooms, or any means of staying alive. Die together. You can also use a house fire for this.

Generation Six: "The Black Cat"

Triggers: emotional neglect

You were raised by other people (nanny/grandparents/foster/etc.) because your parents were never around. The person/people who raised you gifted you a kitten and you immediately fell in love with it. For once, you felt like you had someone. You two were inseparable. But as you neared adulthood, the cat passed away of old age. This drove you a bit mad and to fill the hole in your heart, you got more and more cats. But none of them were your first cat.

Due to Gen 5, change this Sim’s last name to Usher to protect them from Gen 5’s scandals.

Aspiration: Animal Affection Traits: Gloomy, choose/randomize the second and third trait. Skills: All skills required for your career and aspiration

Join the Detective career.

Marry as a young adult.

Have a cat named Pluto that is an all-black cat.

Always have the maximum amount of cats.

Keep all the urns from every cat that’s passed away and put them all over the house. Never release any of the cats to the netherworld.

Have a distant relationship with your child(ren). They remind you too much of your childhood and you prefer the company of cats.

Buy the Independent reward trait. Because cats are independent!

Generation Seven: "The Pit and the Pendulum"

Triggers: PTSD, disassociation

You learned from an early age that (Gen 6) wasn’t going to be around. It made you sad that they loved their cat(s) more than you but as you got older, you just felt bad for them. To get away, you made friends on the internet through gaming tournaments and chat rooms. You also entered the world of logic and puzzles. But this also meant that you prioritized escapism and often found yourself disassociating.

Aspiration: Nerd Brain Traits: Loner, Genius or Ambitious, choose/randomize the third. Skills: Video gaming. Logic level 5.

Graduate high school early or as an A student.

Join any tech-based career (esports, tech guru, etc)

Marry someone who shares your genius or ambition (they don’t need to have the trait, only the personality!) in a passion of your/their choice.

Buy the Needs No One reward trait.

Don’t have cats. Just the idea of it triggers your childhood experience.

Help your children with homework and encourage them to follow your logic-based path.

Never let your children meet your parents (at least, the Gen 6).

Generation Eight: "The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether"

Triggers: malpractice

Your (Gen 7) never talked about your family history. You were able to trace your lineage back to (Gen 6) but it cuts off. There’s no more Ushers before that. You think there was a scandal in your family history but you had no way of proving it. If only your family was more open and self-aware, perhaps things would’ve been different. Instead, (Gen 7) spent their time lost in videogames and being semi present. You learned to find inner peace to get through your childhood, which set you in the direction of wanting to work in wellness… but maybe you’re a bit too passionate about it.

Aspiration: Zen Guru Traits: Good, Erratic, and choose/randomize the third trait. Skills: Up to your career. Logic level 5 (from Gen 7 upbringing).

Fall in love with one of your wellness clients or someone who found inner peace through you.

Have a non-traditional family.

Have one extreme way of practicing wellness that can be considered malpractice. Perhaps you lock other Sims in a sauna to detox them? Make them starve too long as a form of fasting?

Have as many or as few children as you’d like with as many or as few Sims as you like. You like to live life to the fullest with minimal restrictions!

Buy the Carefree reward trait.

Generation Nine: "Hop-Frog"

Triggers: bullying

Your (Gen 8) was… eccentric, to say the least. You had a happy childhood, but as you grew up, you learned that your family dynamic was different. It made you insecure. As a teenager, you coped through making jokes and writing material. When you made people laugh, they stopped judging you… or did they?

Aspiration: Joke Star Traits: Socially Awkward, Vengeful, choose/randomize the third trait. Skills: Comedy. Mischief level 2.

Join the Entertainer career.

Achieve at least three-star celebrity status.

Marry someone who is “out of your league”. Up to you whether they are “using” your Sim or if it’s a legit love.

Have either twins or two children back to back who are close enough in age to be considered twins. No more than those two.

Your friends are also in the entertainment industry or celebrities of sorts… but they don’t get you.

Make constant jokes and prank others because that’s the only way you know how to show affection.

Buy the Money Tree reward and make as much money as you can to give to your heir(s).

Beat up one of the people who bullied you.

Generation Ten: "The Fall of the House of Usher"

Triggers: manipulation and potential abuse

This story is about twins. You can choose to play the “solo heir” mode or the “twin heirs” mode.

You (Gen 9) had no idea but you and your twin were snooping when (Gen 9) beat that bully up! To be honest, this was the first time either of you respected them. You grew up watching that parent be a pushover, unaware that everyone was always laughing. You and your twin vowed to never let anyone treat them that way. With the wealth you inherited, your charisma, and your twin’s observant and cutthroat nature, you and your twin set off to be the most powerful family in the world.

This is the last generation. Per the Fall of the House of Usher story, there are no heirs but if you want to play a looser story, go for it!

Twin 1 (based on the story, this would be the “official” heir):

Aspiration: Mansion Baron Traits: Social, Workaholic, choose/randomize the third trait. Skills: Charisma.

Spend your time making as much money as you can, however you can.

Make friends with as many celebrities as you can and throw lavish social parties.

Start a retail business of your choice. This is what you and your twin want to build up.

Meet the love of your life as a Teen or Young Adult. Lose them because you chose money over them.

“Get rid” of any Sim that gets in your way– but don’t get caught!

Buy the Money Tree reward trait.

Make friends with all the powerful and influential families.

Twin 2:

You always thought (Gen 9) was pitiful, even when your twin was compassionate about them. But when you saw them put their fists at one of their bullies, you felt a sense of satisfaction. This is what the Usher name should be about. You swore that people would shake in fear every time they heard the Usher name.

Do not have any heirs, for whatever reason that fits your story.

Aspiration: Mansion Baron (same for both twins) Traits: Perfectionist, Evil, choose/randomize the third trait. Skills: Mixology (because she’s always watching and observant)

Never marry. You don’t have time for that.

Black Widow any romantic partners you have. Keep a memento to remember each one.

Whenever your twin runs into trouble, whether with people disrespecting them or getting in their way, take care of the problem– be creative!

Rub shoulders with the elites of elites but always stay one step ahead.

Never get drunk or impair your judgment.

Buy the Brave reward trait.

Optional for your grand finale:

Move into Generation One’s lot. Decorate with eerie paintings.

Have a private room from Twin 2’s victims. (from Generation Two).

Kill at least three Sims and steal their money (from Generation Three).

Eat and drink only the finest– you both deserve it (from Generation Four).

Have a black room for activities of your choosing (from Generation Five).

Have at least one black cat (from Generation Six).

If your last name changed at all during the generations, change it back to Usher (from Generation Seven).

Have a hobby irrelevant to wealth (from Generation Eight).

Avenge the Usher name (from Generation Nine).

For the Epilogue, check the google doc.

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cardierreh15 · 3 months

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TW: Miscarriage

Last Tuesday we went to the hospital and everything was okay. I just had spotting and the nurses and doctors told me to take it easy. Did that and much more. I slept, and ate til I couldn’t anymore.

Come Friday the blood becomes a little more red like a menstrual cycle with clots. So my husband took me to the women’s urgent care center. “They did not want to perform any tests because they just did them Tuesday, they felt like it wouldn’t have made sense to do anymore tests plus— things could always change tomorrow.”

It’s Wednesday…

I go back today because the cramps I had been having had jumped from a 2 to a 7. Felt like regular menstrual cramping with more blood clots than before. I go in, they run some tests and turns out there has been no heart beat for the baby and thus, no growth.

It’s a lot to process… my husband and I are heartbroken and devastated by this tragedy and… we had to explain to our eldest daughter that there will be no baby this year. That was probably the hardest.

I just please ask you send our family your prayers, condolences— they’ll be greatly appreciated.

🌈 Aya/Adonis Harwell, We love you baby. Wait for us.

#tw miscarriage

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baekhansol · 2 years

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The Light Hashira - b.bh

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : light hashira!baekhyun x marechi!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : demon slayer au, fantasy, violence, smut, kind of angst and fluff if you squint

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature & explicit

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as a child, baekhyun and his mentor saved you from being eaten by a demon and learned that you have a rare form of blood that's very attractive to demons, called a marechi. Baekhyun takes the initiative to remind you of a promise you made as a child.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : blood, death, injuries, oral, pretty vanilla piv sex

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i'm sorry because this must suck. i've finished it up with a covid-fogged brain :/

You knew of the suave, handsome, yet endearingly cute and awkward Hashira, Byun Baekhyun more so than others. You were rescued by an older, previous Hashira as a child and were in frequent contact with members of the demon slayer corps.

You were already considered old for being unmarried, but you also knew no one in your town or nearby villages would want to marry you, considering the number of people, especially men, you had in and out of your home. You had a rather large home on the outskirts of town, surrounded by wisteria for your safety.

You were lucky to own such an estate, partially given to you by Oyakata-sama and partially by the herbs you grew and sell.

This time around, you had to leave for a larger town to get new seeds. Your gifted crow happily accompanied you to the train station, and you grip the dried wisteria pendant that rests on your chest to calm yourself. You watch as the train pulls to a stop, nodding to the crow as it flies off and you get on.

You look for a seat and, to your surprise find Byun aboard. It came as a relief, as you were finishing your menstrual cycle and knew you would be safer with the Hashira. You adjust your skirts and sit across from him, tilting your head curiously at him.

“Hello, my lady,” he practically purrs, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Byun,” you greet, bowing your head politely.

“I wondered why I was told to be on this train, but now I understand. There’s so few Marechi, hm?” he states.

You shrug at the statement and peer out the window. “I suppose,” you murmur.

“Are you married yet?” he asks casually as if it were the most normal question to ask.

“It’s hard to marry with young men constantly in my home. The townspeople like to believe that I’m a witch over a whore,” you admit, resting your hands in your lap.

“You can always take me up on my offer,” he hums, relaxing into the seat as the train moves, spreading his legs open.

You give him a skeptical look, not believing him as the memory runs through your mind.

You were hardly of age when you were in town gathering things for your family. You had finally finished menstruating and were allowed to town, only to come home to a complete tragedy.

Your entire family was merely blood along the whole home, the stench of blood so overwhelming all you could smell was rust. You move through the house in a daze, reaching your eldest sister who was barely holding on.

“It’s still…” she begins, her eyes dull as she reaches out to you. “Here… you need… run,” was all she could barely say.

You shake your head, not understanding how this could happen until you hear an eerie laugh.

“I knew if I stayed long enough, you’d come,” the voice laughs, and you look around for it. Your eyes land on a muscular body, with eyes devoid of all humanity. They were inhumanely pale with navy tattoos and red hair. If the voice alone hadn’t been eerie enough, seeing them was enough to make you nearly pass out, only staying on your feet due to adrenaline.

“I may as well toy with you, no? You are all mine, you see,” the monster sneers, stepping closer.

“Oh, all the things I could do with your pretty little body, hmm?” they continue walking towards you until your back hits the wall.

You don’t remember much after the demon attack until you wake up in a soft, warm bed with an older boy in a uniform nearby. And that boy was Byun Baekhyun.

“You’re safe now,” he assures you, resting his hand on his sword at his hip. He calmly explained to you what happened, what you are, and that he and his master killed the demon and buried your family.

You weren’t sure why he was so patient and gentle with your recovery, but you were thankful for it. When you were able to leave the estate, you were brought to what would be your new home.

“The wisteria will keep you safe, but I promise that once I’m Hashira, you can marry me and you’ll never have to feel unsafe ever again,” Baekhyun says, his words so sincere you nearly cried.

Instead, you shook your head at the older boy, heading inside to meet the older woman who became like a grandmother to you.

You snap back to the present as the conductor punches your tickets, and you look back up at Byun Baekhyun.

“We were children,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Children are very honest, and I meant it,” Byun admits, much to your dismay.

“Yes, well, why don’t you tell that promise to the many other women who claim to be married to you or are your fiances,” you practically snarl, all but literally forcing him to halt the conversation.

He lets out a deep sigh, and you know you’ve hit a nerve.

“At times I have claimed to have a fiance. After saving people, they often beg me to marry their daughters. So, I tell them I am betrothed. To you,” Byun relents, glancing outside.

“You know that’s not how consent works, nor do I have any relatives that can approve of it on my behalf,” you respond as you roll your eyes.

“Master could have approved it,” he grumbles.

“Has he?”

“No, but I did save your life.”

“Yeah, and how many times have I helped heal you back to health?”

“Maybe twice?”

“Mhm, so who really owes who?”

Byun sighs, shaking his head.

Unfortunately for you, it was dark by the time you arrived in the proper town. You made your way with the Hashira in tow as you head to your regular inn, only stopped when Byun grabs your arm.

“Are you menstruating?” he asks, way too seriously for your liking.

“What? Why would you ask such a thing!”

“Are you on your period? Yes or no?” he demands.

“I shouldn’t be anymore…”

“Fuck,” he groans.

Byun is quick to pull you into an alley, down a side street, and out of the way of any potential bystanders. You didn’t need to ask what he was doing, as you could hear the inhuman grumbling closing in.

“Stay close,” he commands, drawing his sword.

It always caught your eye due to its unique coloring. When Haganezuka saw it change color, he was ecstatic. The brilliant, glowing white offset the black like yin and yang and is said to be an ancient combination that few but very strong swordsmen had.

You only saw the sword for a moment before he leaps into action, beheading a lesser demon. You knew right away as it faded it was only a ruse, considering the cold body pressed behind you, a hand to your throat.

“Too bad I caught the pretty little girl first,” the demon mocks.

Your eyes widen as they meet Baekhyun the voice eerily familiar.

“Oh, I remember you! Your master killed my brother. That makes this even better! Especially because this girl is a Marechi!”

If the demon’s sound wasn’t frightening enough on its own, it was his voice that made things much worse.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, and the brief interaction is enough. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman,” you correct, doing your best to remember what you were taught as a child if anyone were to grab you from behind. So, you use your heel to stomp on the demon’s foot while elbowing his stomach. You feel the bones in your elbow snap, but you don’t have it in you to care for or feel the pain. The demon’s grip loosens and your reaction is quicker than his to practically leap away toward Byun.

Byun is quick to trade spots with you, closing in on the demon.

“Light breathing, form one,” you hear Baekhyun mutter, moving quicker than you can process.

His speed increased practically tenfold since you were children, his blade constantly bashing the demon. You step out of the way, not wanting to go unattended at night or in case other demons were lurking nearby. Your eyes wander for something, anything to splint your arm with, but nothing is worthy.

The demon begins pushing Byun towards you, a crazy look in his eyes. “I will eat her,” the demon aggressively asserts, to which Byun laughs.

“You don’t get to eat her before I do,” Byun laughs, confusing the demon and causing it to falter.

“You’re all talk but no bite,” Byun says, continuing his assault.

Your adrenaline begins to wear out, and you halfheartedly stagger towards the fencing that surrounded the town. You prop yourself against it, trying to watch the battle unfold and push off passing out from the pain.

Unfortunately, you were helpless at the moment without any of your herbs or remedy and had to rely on Byun finishing the demon and getting you both away.

Byun somehow knew where the proper inn was, and the keeper was quick to give you the room you had previously reserved as well as first aid equipment.

“Help me- help me take this off,” you ask once he gently wakes you, needing to take off your outer layers for both comfort and to make it easier to check your arm.

Byun gently unties your hanbok and lays it on the bed next to you, helping you roll up your sleeve.

You let out a relieved sigh at the sight, glad no bones punctured through. You gently feel the area to see if the bones shattered, but it seemed as if it was a clean break. You begin to splint your arm, Byun helping to wrap the sterile bandages so they would be firm. He ties you a sling which you gratefully wear before turning to him.

“Take it off,” you say, gesturing to his bloody shirt.

“It’s not mine-” Byun begins to claim.

“Byun, I know it's not. You killed the demon and I’m not bleeding.”

“I’ll do it if you call me by my name,” he childishly decides.

“Baekhyun, I need you to take off your shirt,” you say softly, your cheeks burning at your words.

He does as you ask, revealing some bruising and a nasty slash across his chest. You sigh at the wound and begin to clean it, feeling your cheeks flushing at how intimate it felt all of a sudden. It was as if you’d never done it for anyone before. You then mix the ointment, Byun helping you by holding the bowl. You use your fingers to apply it, noticing how he was intently watching you. You place a fresh piece of gauze over it before managing to wrap up his injury.

“There. In a few days you’ll be as good as new,” you assure him. “Get some rest now, okay?” You suggest, getting out a futon to sleep on.

“No, you take the bed,” he scolds, shaking his head no as he takes the futon from you.

“But you’re- you’re injured! Byun, let me!” you disagree, letting go of the futon so he could lay it out.

He tsks at you, laying down on the futon. “I told you to call me by my name. Besides, you are also injured. A futon is a luxury for me, so you get the bed,” he asserts with a shake of his head.

You can’t help but groan and roll your eyes, going to bed regardless.

“Sleep well~” Baekhyun says as you get into bed, blowing out the candles.

When you wake up in the morning, Baekhyun is still asleep. As you sit up, a groan of pain escapes you. You adjust your sling and observe his sleeping form. He was breathtaking.

You sigh and carefully get up, picking up your clothes. You take off the sling and carefully dress, wincing as you move your injured arm. You can’t figure out how to quickly tie the knot in your hanbok one-handed, so you carefully step around Baekhyun and peer into the hallway, wondering if there was a woman who could help you.

“Let me,” you hear Baekhyun get up, gently touching your shoulder and turning you.

You let him and he carefully ties it, his hands shaking slightly. You tell yourself it is so he doesn’t touch your chest, but you’re not so sure.

Once you wash your face, you leave the inn. Outside is busy with people bustling up and down, a few stalls up here and there. Your crow finds you and joins your shoulder as you go to the bakery you frequent, guiding Baekhyun inside to get food as your crow lands on the sign to wait.

You eat outside to people watch, breaking off a piece for your crow before taking Baekhyun’s hand once you’re done, as you notice some men staring at you. “Let’s go to the apothecary now,” you murmur, leading the way.

Baekhyun grips your hand firmly but gently, staying by your side with his free hand on the hilt of his sword.

“I’ll be going to a different store, so take your time in here, okay?” he states as you arrive.

You nod and head inside, getting the seeds and filling your stock, buying more difficult-to-grow ingredients. You exchange them for some dried herbs and pay the difference before exiting, wondering where Baekhyun went.

You find him holding a fairly large box with a foolish grin on his face.

“What did you acquire?” you ask, unable to contain your curiosity.

“It’s a surprise,” Baekhyun says in a sing-song teasing voice.

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A few months after you healed, you were at the Master’s mansion in a side room by the garden, getting ready with his daughters. One was attentively doing your hair while the other focuses on your makeup.

“Don’t be nervous, okay Y/N? He’s always loved you,” one of them says.

“Yes, ever since we saw him after meeting you for the first time,” the other agrees.

“He has always been learning about Marechi too.”

You smack the lipstick on your lips, holding your hands as you feel them begin to shake.

“It’s time,” you hear someone say, and you carefully get up.

You follow the twins out, gently stepping into your shoes and going into the garden, allowing the ceremony to start.

The entire process was a blur, and you begin to drink wine and soju to calm your nerves. Eventually, someone takes you away to wash up, helping you sober up as well.

“Y/N, let me know if he isn’t gentle with you and I will gladly scold him for you, okay?” Seulgi tells you as she helps you into your nightgown. “I don’t mind putting him in his place.”

You can’t help but giggle, your face still flushed as she urges you to drink more cool water. “I’m sure I will be fine. I won’t let him get away with anything too crazy on our first night,” you giggle.

She giggles with you, having you sit on the bed. “I’m sure he will be here soon, okay?” Seulgi says before making her exit.

You hear her greet him in the hallway, and moments later a grinning Baekhyun enters the room. He eagerly joins you on the bed, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so happy you said yes!” Baekhyun admits, kissing your head. “I was afraid you’d reject me again like when we were younger…”

“Okay, but I was ten or something at the time,” you grumble. “I still thought boys had cooties.”

“Fair,” he laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“I’m fine, Baekyun,” you assure him, playfully pushing him away from you. “Besides, you’re the one who said you needed to eat me first.”

“Did I?”

You nod sincerely.

“I suppose I did,” he laughs, leaning down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “You look beautiful in the hanbok,” Baekhyun says, pulling at the tie.

“You’re the one who was given the silk,” you respond against his lips, shrugging out of the outer layer. “And you always look good in your uniform.”

You were surprised it was what he choose to get married wearing, but it was a new one and was clean so you couldn’t complain.

“I should wear it more often,” he jokes, continuing to strip you of your clothes.

“Very funny,” you respond, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you wear it every day or something,” you laugh, shaking your head as you pull at his clothes.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Baekhyun hums against your lips.

You giggle against his lips, letting your outer layers fall to the ground. “You just said I look beautiful in a hanbok, now this?” You can’t help but tease him. “To be fair, you always look handsome,” you sigh, watching him take off his shirt.

“Just admit how smitten for me you are, why don’t you?” he teases, undressing to his underwear and helping you do the same.

“I can’t, then you’d win,” you giggle as you climb into his lap. “Tsk, I’ve already won,” he disagrees, his hands gentle on your waist.

“I suppose you have,” you admit defeat, letting your lips meet. “But I’ve won too,” you murmur against them, slowly making out.

Baekhyun laughs against your lips, letting you continue to lead the pace. He was clearly in no rush. As you softly whine against his lips, rutting your hips into his, he bites your lip. The gasp that escapes you allows him to let his tongue into your mouth. Baekhyun slowly begins to assert dominance, and you don’t want to fight it much.

“I love you,” he murmurs when he pulls away, his lips finding your neck. Baekhyun pulls away to finish undressing you, guiding you to lie down before him.

You let him lay you down, spreading your legs as his waist fits between them.

“Baekhyun,” you softly call him out of his trance; he was enchanted by your body before him.

He gives you a loving smile before kissing your lips, slowly letting making his way down your body. Baekhyun’s lips find one of your nipples and he lets his teeth graze the soft bud, his tongue flicking on it as it hardens. He smiles against your skin as soft noises of pleasure escape you, and he takes his time and does the same to your other nipple.

You reach for him, not knowing what to do with your hands. As he pulls away, he takes one of your hands in his, smiling down at you.

“I told you I was going to eat you, did I not?” he says, his tone somewhere between playful and serious.

You nod a little as he continues to kiss down your stomach, stopping at your pubic bone.

“Is it okay if I do?” he asks, wanting you to decide.

“Please,” you murmur with an eager nod.

Baekhyun adjusts himself and spreads your legs, getting you both comfortable. His warm breath on your folds makes you want to close your legs, but you keep them open.

“I’ve not even done anything and your thighs are trembling,” he gently teases, kissing your inner thighs and soothing them with his hands.

“Don’t tease,” you grumble.

“I’m not trying to,” Baekhyun laughs, using his thumbs to open your folds and pull up your clitoris hood to place a kiss on your clit.

You gasp at the feeling, moaning when you feel his tongue dive into your wetness and spread it across your folds. He takes your hand in his again before he continues to suck and lick on your folds, causing you to grind against his face. Baekhyun’s tongue enters your hole now and then, letting you get used to the feeling.

“I’m going to put my finger in you, okay love?” he asks, gathering your juices on his fingers.

You nod eagerly and hear him chuckle.

“Your words, love,” he prompts you.

“Please Baekhyun,” you manage to say.

“Good girl,” Baekhyun praises, sucking on your clit as he inserts a finger.

You whine out his name in pleasure, gasping as his finger finds a sensitive spot inside you.

“Right there?” he asks, grinning slightly.

“Ye-yeah,” you moan.

Baekhyun hums against your folds speeding up ever so slightly as he sucks on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nerves.

“B-B-Baekhyun,” you moan as he adds another finger, feeling like you were going to release.

“Go on and cum for me, be a good girl for me, yeah?” he gently urges you.

He adores the noises escaping you, and his gentle reassurance and urging allow you to completely fall over the edge. Your thighs attempt to close around his head, but he keeps them open with his shoulders in the way.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good, so good for me,” he soothes you as he helps you through your orgasm, watching you calm down.

“Do you feel okay?” Baekhyun asks, squeezing your hand and leaning up to get a better view of your face.

“Mhm,” you murmur, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“Words, love,” Baekhyun urges you.

“Yeah. feel so good,” you tell him breathlessly.

“Good,” he happily hums, kissing your temple. “Do you want to keep going?” Baekhyun asks. His eyes were wide and earnest, and you knew he wanted to keep going but would stop if you didn’t want to. He wouldn’t even need a reason why.

“I want to, yes,” you assure him, sitting up and kissing him once you can reach him. You don’t mind the taste of your juices on his lips as you kiss him, too full of love. Plus you didn’t taste too bad, you decide.

He smiles and rolls you into his lap, and you let him work you back up again. Before you’re out of oxygen you pull away, pulling off his remaining clothes and exposing his cock. You can’t help but whimper at the sight of it like one of the cats you’ve heard outside your house in heat.

A soft chuckle escapes Baekhyun at your eagerness, and he guides one of your shaking hands to touch him, smearing your precum with some of the lingering juices on his hand. He was already firm, but Baekhyun wants you to touch him first to get used to seeing his dick.

You let him guide you, enjoying the noises that escape his lips. No one ever saw Hashira vulnerable, and it gave you a strange sense of power to see him this way.

“You’re doing so good,” he softly praises, soon stopping your movements. “I want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

“Yes please,” you murmur, pulling away a little to lay down.

Baekhyun places a hand behind your neck and helps you lay down, a soft smile on his face.

“Let me know if it hurts, okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek as he lines himself up to your entrance. “I’ll stop any time you want me to.”

You nod more, holding onto his bicep as he slowly enters you. Because of how aroused you are, it isn’t painful at all despite the stretch.

The sinful noise that escapes him is music to your ears, and you can’t help but respond to the melody.

“Baekhyun, please,” you softly beg, unsure what for.

“I’ve got you,” he chuckles softly, soon fully inside of you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Baekhyun reassures you, beginning to roll his hips and thrust into you.

You gasp out a moan as he begins to move, your muscles clenching and relaxing repeatedly as he moves. You watch as Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow in concentration as he changes the angle of his thrust, searching for the spot he found earlier.

He leans his weight onto his forearm, his hand cupping your cheek as he uses the other to raise your leg.

“Kyun!” You loudly cry as he immediately hits your g spot.

“There it is,” he softly laughs, kissing your forehead as he continues to thrust into you.

You squeeze his bicep and reach down between your bodies, your fingers clumsily rubbing your clit.

“That’s it, good girl,” Baekhyun praises, watching intently as your face contorts in pleasure.

“‘M close,” you manage to moan out.

Baekhyun nods and picks up his pace, and you soon find yourself unable to hold back anymore.

“Baekhyun!” you cry out as you tightly clench around him and peak.

He watches you intently, trying to hold off his impending orgasm. When Baekhyun feels your juices practically gushing out of you, he falls over the edge. Spurts of his cum release inside of you, causing you to whine as he continues to thrust a few more times.

“You did so well for me, Y/N,” he assures you, kissing your lips and slowly pulling out of you.

You nod, feeling exhausted.

“I’ll clean you up, I’ll be right back, okay?” Baekhyun says, kissing your temple before slowly getting up.

You begin to drift off to sleep, only to wake up when you hear his soft giggles.

“Baby, did I wear you out that much?” Baekhyun asks, using a wet cloth to clean you off.

“Not everyone has the stamina of a Hashira, sorry to inform you,” you snort, sitting up and watching him.

Baekhyun had put on boxers already and was taking out his shirt for you to wear.

“That’s fair. Let’s cuddle and sleep, okay?” he suggests, sitting you up and putting your arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes please,” you tiredly murmur, laying back down.

Baekhyun lays behind you and you snuggle into him. You cant see his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist, but the happy noises that escape him make you guess that he looks like a fool from his smile.

“I love you, Baekhyun,” you tell him, closing your eyes.

“I love you too,” he hums in response.

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Having trouble conceiving a child? You’re not by yourself. Around 15% of couples are infertile, according to estimates. Infertility is described as the failure to conceive after a year of trying or intercourse without protection. It’s also known as infertility when you can become pregnant but continuously experiencing miscarriages or stillbirths. In this blog, we will understand the 5 things you need to stop doing if you are struggling with infertility.

Infertility can be caused by a problem with either you or your spouse, or by a combination of circumstances. Male and female infertility account for around 1/3 of all instances, with a mix of male and female variables accounting for the remaining cases.

Age, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), difficulty with ovulation, damage to the fallopian tubes or uterus, and problems with the fallopian tubes or uterus are the most prevalent reasons of female infertility.

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SYMPTOMS

The inability to conceive is the most common sign of infertility. There may be no additional symptoms at all. Infertile women may experience irregular or nonexistent menstrual cycles. Men who are infertile may show indicators of hormone imbalances, such as changes in hair growth or sexual function.

With or without therapy, the majority of couples will ultimately conceive.

Stop being hopeless-

A diagnosis of infertility may be devastating. It might be tough to look beyond the next few days or weeks at times. You can feel despondent, convinced that you’ll never be able to have children or that your life will never be joyful.

If you are unable to create a biological child, you may be able to use an embryo, egg, or sperm donor. If you are unable to use donor gametes, you may be able to adopt. If you are unable to adopt, keep in mind that people may live happy, normal lives without having children.

To be clear, none of these other options will make the discomfort go away. You’ll need time to grieve and recover from your infertility tragedy.

Stop calculating the two-week period-

If you’re having trouble conceiving, start counting down your days in two-week increments: two weeks for ovulation, then another two weeks for a pregnancy test. Try to get through the chaos of the two-week wait. If you’re attempting to conceive, you’ve probably calculated your monthly cycles and expected pregnancy dates. Typically, women wait two weeks for ovulation and then another two weeks for a pregnancy test. If you make it the center of your universe, it will have an impact on your daily life.

You must embrace whatever comes your way rather than allowing infertility to get you down. You can attempt a variety of additional conceiving procedures that are now readily available. If spontaneous conception is not an option, you have two options: IVF or surrogacy.

Stop sleeping with your spouse only for the purpose of getting pregnant-

Infertility might make you lose interest in sexual activity. When sex is performed purely for the aim of conception, your connection with your spouse is suffering. Your sex life can do more than just help you have a baby; it may also help you reduce stress and feel better. So, while attempting to conceive, find strategies to renew the passion and improve your sex life. If you have a partner, arrange a pleasure-focused night of sex. Make sure you timing it perfectly to avoid interfering with the following sample. In the course of this journey, sex evolves to serve just one function. Create personal moments that restore your sex life’s fire and joy. Try things where the man does not ejaculate within the female for straight couples. Knowing you’re having sex without the intention of becoming pregnant relieves the “pressure to perform” and allows you to connect more deeply with your partner.

Put down the 1,000 pregnancy tests-

Most people attempting to conceive have taken a pregnancy test, or two, or three hundred, whether they are receiving infertility treatment or not. It’s a rather predictable series of events. You believe you’re pregnant; your period is a couple of hours late, and you simply want to make sure. Taking the test can’t hurt, right? Right??!!! It certainly hurts, especially when the outcome is poor.

The actuality of a negative test can sometimes make you feel as though you “know for sure” and help you move on. Other times, it becomes its own obsession, leading you down a difficult-to-exit path. Many women who have been pregnant will tell you about their experience.

Stop blaming yourself-

Infertility is a common issue that affects men and women of all ages. Isolating yourself and assuming responsibility will only make you feel worse. If you believe you could have done something to avoid it, the whole affair will drive you insane. Accept it as a natural occurrence if you are struggling with infertility and see your doctor if needed. When you’re battling with infertility, the worst thing you can do to yourself is compare. Someone may become pregnant on their first attempt, while others may need to try IVF 5–6 times with little success. So stop making comparisons between your body and pregnancy.

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A while before the latest hoo-ha about Judith Butler, I had just been reading her again. Though she claims her critics have not read her, this simply isn’t the case. I read Gender Trouble when it first came out and it was important at the time . That time was long,long ago. She was just one of the many ‘post-structuralist’ thinkers I was into. I would trip off to see Luce Irigaray or Derrida whenever they appeared.

I got an interview with Baudrillard and tried to sell it to The Guardian but they didn’t know who he was so its fair to say I was fairly immersed in that world of theory. For a while, I had a part time lecturing job so I had to keep on top of it. Though Butler’s idea of gender as performance was not new , it was interesting. RuPaul said it so much more clearly in a quote nicked from someone else “Honey ,we are born naked, the rest is drag”

What I was looking for again , I guess is not any clarity – her writing is famously and deliberately difficult- but whether there was ever any sense of the material body. She wrote herself in 2004 “I confess however I am not a very good materialist. Every time I try to write about the body, the writing ends up being about language” .

Butler from on high ,cannot really think about the body at all which is why they (Butler’s chosen pronoun) are now the high priestess of a particular kind of trans ideology. The men who worship Butler are not versed in high theory. The fox botherer had a “brain swoon” at some very ordinary things Butler said. Mr Right Side of history nodded along in an interview. Clearly neither of these men are versed in any of this philosophy and would be better off sticking to tax law and the decline of the Labour Party. Butler is simply a totem for them.

Butler said in the Guardian interview for instance “Gender is an assignment that does not just happen once: it is ongoing. We are assigned a sex at birth and then a slew of expectations follow which continue to “assign” gender to us.”

So yeah? That’s a fairly basic view of the social construction of gender though I take issue with the assigned at birth thing ,which I will come back to and why I started reading her again in the first place.

This phrase “Assigned sex at birth” is now common parlance but simply does not make sense to me. I am living with someone who is pregnant. I have given birth three times and been a birthing partner. I know where babies come from. There is a deep disconnect here between language and reality which no amount of academic jargon can obliterate.

Babies come from bodies. Not any bodies but bodies that have a uterus. They grew inside a woman’s body until they get pushed out or dragged out into the world.

The facts of life that we are now to be liberated from in the form of denial. Only one sex can have babies but we must now somehow not say that. The pregnant “people” of Texas will now be forced into giving birth to children they don’t want because they are simply “host bodies”. The language of patriarchal supremacy and that of some of the trans ideologues is remarkably close, as is their biological ignorance.

There is no foetal heatbeat at six weeks for instance. When a baby is born , doctors and midwives do not randomly assign a sex, they observe it and they do it though genitalia.

There is a question over a tiny percentage of babies ,less that one percent with DSDs but even then they are sexed with doctors having difficult conversations with parents about what may happen later.

Somehow, though when I read the way in which this is now all discussed it is clear to me that the people talking have never been pregnant, never had a foetal scan, never been near a birth , never miscarried, do not understand that even with a still birth babies are still sexed and often named.

If you want to know the sex of your baby you can pay privately and know at 7 weeks ((*49-56 days from the first day of the mother’s last menstrual cycle). A 12 week scan will show it. That is why so many female foetuses are aborted . I have reported on this.

Talking to paediatricians about this is interesting because they do indeed have to think through these things that we are being told are not real eg. that sex is just a by-product of colonialism for instance. Sometimes pre-conception , geneticists will be looking at chromosomes because certain diseases are more likely in men or women. Males have a higher risk of haemophilia for instance.

One doctor told me “When babies are premature, the survival advantage of females over males is well known throughout neonatology. This is sometimes something we talk about with parents when there is threatened premature labour around 23 weeks' gestation and options to discuss about resuscitation and medical interventions. In fertility treatment (or counselling around fertility in the context of medical treatments) it is pretty inherent to know whether we need to plan around sperm, or ova + pregnancy.”

She also said that if she involved in a birth that “assigning” isn’t the word she world use. “Observed genitals a highly reliable observation, just like measuring weight or head circumference which is also done at this time. “ Another doctor said that anyone involved with a trans man giving birth would be doing the best for the patient in front of them.

Sex then is biological fact. A female baby will have all the eggs she will ever have when she is first born which is kind of amazing. It is not bio-essentialist to say that our sexed bodies are different nor is it transphobic to recognise it.

Except of course in my old newspaper ,The Guardian who are now so hamstrung by their own ideology they have got their knickers in such a twist they can barely walk. They completely misreported the WiSpa incident , basically ignored the Sonia Appleby judgement at the Tavistock. Appleby was a whistle blower ,a respected professional concerned with safe guarding. She won her case. The cherry on the cake this week was an interview with Butler, themselves (?) in which they went on about Terfs being fascists and needing to extend the category of women.

Does anyone EVER stop to think that most gender critical women are of the left, supporters of gay rights, often lesbian and that this is not America? We are not in bed with the far right. This is bollocks. Just another way to dismiss us.

As we watch Afghanistan and Texas ,to say Butler’s words were tone deaf is to say the least. But they didn’t even have the guts to keep the most offensive stuff in the piece and overnight edited it out without really explaining why : the bits where Butler described gender critical people as fascist. Perhaps because the person their “reporters” had defended against transphobia at WiSpa turned out to be a known sex offender, perhaps because someone pointed out that Butler was throwing around the word fascist rather like Rik Mayall used to do in the Young Ones.

All of this is rather desperate and readers deserve better. When I left that newspaper I said that I thought and expected editors to stand up for their writers in public. Instead they go into some catatonic paralysis. I may have not liked this interview but it should never have been cut. Stand by what you publish or your credibility is shot.

But this is about more than Judith Butler and their refusal to support women . Butler is not really any kind of feminist at all. What this is about is the large edifice of trans ideology crumbling when any real analysis is applied. Yes, I have read Shon Faye’s book and there are some interesting points in it and I totally agree that the lives of trans people should be easier and health care better . I have never said anything but that.

What Faye does in the book is say that there can be no trans liberation under capitalism so there will be a bit of a wait I suspect.

Yet surely it is the other way round and what we are seeing is that trans ideology (not trans people – I am making a distinction here ) represent the apex of capitalism .

For it means that the individual decides their own gendered essence and then spends a fortune on surgery and a lifetime on medication to achieve the appearance of it. Of course lots of people spend a lifetime on medication but not out of choice. Marx understood very well that the abolition of our system of production would free up women.

Now it is all about freeing up men. Who say they are women. Quelle surprise.

Nussbaum’s famous take down of Butler is premised exactly on the sense of individual versus collective struggle “ The great tragedy in the new feminist theory in America is the loss of a sense of public commitment. In this sense, Butler’s self-involved feminism is extremely American, and it is not surprising that it has caught on here, where successful middle-class people prefer to focus on cultivating the self rather than thinking in a way that helps the material condition of others. “

Such thinking now dominates academia. There is simply an unquestioning rehearsal of something most of know not to be true thus Amia Srinivasan writes in The Right to Sex “At birth, bodies are sorted as ‘male’ or ‘female’, though many bodies must be mutilated to fit one category or the other, and many bodies will later protest against the decision that was made. This originary division determines what social purpose a body will be assigned.”

What does ‘sorted’ mean here? A tiny number of intersex babies are born. A tiny number of people are trans and decide to change their bodies. The feminist demand to challenge gender norms without mutilating any one’s body no longer matters. What matters now is this retrograde return to some gendered soul. This is not something any decent Marxist would have any truck with . Of course one may change over a lifetime and of course gender is never ‘settled.’ We are complex people who inhabit bodies that often don’t work or appear as we want them to.

But not only is there a denial of basic Marxism going on here , what becomes ever more apparent is that there is a denial of motherhood. Butler said “Yet gender is also what is made along the way – we can take over the power of assignment, make it into self-assignment, which can include sex reassignment at a legal and medical level.”

Self-assignment is key . One may birth oneself. No longer of woman born but self -made. This is a theoretical leap but it also one that has profound implications for women as a sex class. We are really then, just the host bodies to a new breed of people who self-assign.

Maybe that is the future although look around the word and there isn’t a lot of self-assignment going on. There are simply women shot and beaten in the street, choked to death or having their rights taken away. There is no identifying out of this , there is no fluidity here . This is not discourse. It is brutality and do we not have some responsibility to other women to confront male violence ?

Instead the hatred is aided and abetted by so called philosophers describing other women as Terfs. It is utterly depressing.

The sexed body. The pregnant body. The dying body. The body is in trouble when we can’t talk about it . I thought of Margaret Mary O’Hara’s beautiful and strange lyrics and what they might mean. I await my child’s return from the hospital as hers is a difficult pregnancy and thank god they are on the case. The sex of the child she carries does not matter to me at all .

It simply exists. Not in language but within a body.

Why is that so difficult to acknowledge?

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picture this. it's 3 in the fucking morning. my brain has decided that for some reason I need to wake up, now. immediately, I feel code red. great, just great, but I'm not panicking much because which uterus owner has never leaked through their underwear? it's normal, right? slowly, I raise from the bed. then the inevitable happens and I realise two things: I didn't wear to sleep my usual go-to when I'm on my period (biker shorts) and instead I'm wearing loose shorts. the other thing, you may ask? I feel blood dripping down my leg. but the real tragedy comes 2 seconds later: my sweet little monthly reminder that I'm not pregnant finds its place on my bedroom floor. let me remind you, it's 3 am, I'm not wearing my contact lenses and I also can feel the migraine I went to sleep with slowly coming back again. I tiptoe to the bathroom, praying I won't wake up my roommate and leave a bloody trail after me like a serial killer leaving a crime scene. when I finally sit down onto the toilet, I start contemplating my life as urine mixed with blood bursts out of me. I'm too tired to cry over my sad life, so I change my pad, grab toilet paper and clean my leg. to make matters even worse, I also stained my oversized yellow t-shirt in the process. for the second time in my life. while in my bedroom, with a heavy sigh I brace myself for what I'm about to see and switch on the lights. there, on the floor – two, oval-shaped small puddles of blood. I can see it clearly, even though I'm blind as fuck. at least the floor is dark brown.

with a headache and new pair of shorts and panties, I went to bed again and slept another 5 hours. moral of the story? if you think you have it all bad, don't worry. they're always people out there who have it worse (me).

#storytime #aka period problems

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞: 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭

(Jean x fem!/reader) -> Angst -> 3.2k

Notes: Chapter 13 releases today! Keep in mind that the two chapters were originally going to be one. That means, they both still continue off the same foot! Enjoy ^^

XI > XIII

Reiner’s grip tightened the further you went. Though he didn’t mean to hurt you, your wrist felt otherwise. It was in pain because of how hard he held it. When a place was found for you both to settle, you tried nudging his hand away, and in response, he let go immediately. You started to wipe yourself down. Looking at all the dust which was collected. He did the same as you both were out of breath.

“Just *huff* what are you *huff* doing Reiner!?”

“I- *cough*” you both took a second to settle down.

“Sorry, I was panicking.”

“Panicking about what?”

“Well you see...it’s that time of the month.”

“You’re menstrual cycle?...I see, Zeke told me this day would come-”

“W-WHAT!? NO! ZEKE WHAT DID HE TELL YOU-”

“BAHHAHA!” you burst out laughing as his face was flushed.

“Okay, well to be more specific. The year, it’s that day of the year.”

“I’m not following?” he then sighed, understanding the situation you were both in.

“The day we left Paradis...will be in a few days from now,” you then stopped joking, straightening your posture as you were now serious.

This day was a day which shouldn’t have been important. One you should’ve actually avoided (regarding your trauma). But it wasn’t. Rather, it was a day which the both of you took very seriously. It was a day to be considerate towards the families who had lost their children to that cause. That being, the expedition to Paradis. That way, their deaths would not have been disregarded. Rather, acknowledged by the comrades who came back...alive...representing what they had died for. The honour of Marley.

On that day, you would go to the houses of the families (individually). You’d converse with the family, answer any questions, enjoy your time, and you would both gift something. You showed your respect towards both relatives, and your comrades. For the ones lost, or fallen.

At first, when returning from the Island, neither of you even acknowledged the day. You acted as if things were normal, trying to forget such tragedies. Even so, you both came around to the concept, and approached it individually. Meaning, you both would meet with the families by yourselves. But after reconnecting, you both decided to make it a bigger ordeal. Knowing that both of your efforts would be included.

Even though that was the case, you both had forgotten about it. So much had been on both your plate, and his own. You’ve been bombarded with so many events (like Jean’s appearance) that you simply forgot about this day. The most important date on your calendar (other than your mother’s birthday). You didn’t have gifts prepared, nor did you know what you were going to prepare.

Reiner seemed a little uneasy...and panicked at the thought. You could tell by the way his face sat. Not only were his brows scrunched, but his eyes seemed anxious. Still, he tried not showing how he felt. Trying to ease the burden if anything. You both found a bench to sit on and he pulled out a notebook. He also pulled out the pen on top, and placed it in his hand. You sighed, trying to brainstorm what you were going to do.

“So for the gifts...we need to get three.”

“Yes Reiner, we need three. One for the Galliards, Leonhart, and Hoovers.”

“Okay, but what exactly do we get?” you then crossed your legs, placed your hands on the table, and tapped your foot (the one on the ground). You both had to remember that these gifts had to represent their child, not only that, but it couldn’t be too sensitive. If anything that could bring down the mood, and create an environment uncalled for. Still, every gift must have a touch of sentiment...right?

Thoughts continued to race through your head. You thought hard (along with Reiner) writing, brainstorming, and whatever else. It felt like you both had sat for hours on end. Subtle statements slipping, such as:

“We could...no...dang it.”

“Oh I know! No wait….”

It was a tiresome process to say the least, but in due time, Reiner had given an idea.

“Okay, let’s start with Marcel’s gift.”

“Okay, sounds good to me. What do you have in mind?”

“I think we should give a pendant. I know someone who could handcraft one in the time given. Not only that, but I think it’s something that would really suit him. We haven’t got one yet, so it would be a nice piece.”

“That’s actually...not too bad of an idea.”

“Okay, so for the details…”

You both went on about what it should’ve looked like. The reason as to why it suited him so much, was because having such a pendant showed both accomplishment, and leadership. Though Marcel’s life had been cut short it was one filled with both. In the utmost honorable way. He was truly an admirable character, and although the gift would never fully represent that, it could show who he was partially. And only partially.

Gold was the colour you chose. Not only did the richness of the hue flood his eyes, but it also represented many things. Characteristics such as wisdom, prosperity, courage, and compassion. All of which Marcel had mastered so easily. Not that you thought of it, it was really amazing for him to do so. For him to be such a magnificent person at such a young age…. It was really unfortunate that he couldn’t have been an even more spectacular adult. Not only did you think that, but you also thought about his mentality. It seemed as if he was grown up when you were all still children. It was like an adult had inherited his body. Being the bigger, and more responsible person in any, and every situation at hand. Something you would always admire him for. Though anxious at times, he was a great leader and had compassion for not just his comrades, but friends. There was always a glitz in his eyes, one that gave everyone optimism even in the midst of doubt. He was truly an admirable warrior, and a dear friend.

“Okay so we should also get leather straps. Not only that, but I think we should write letters. We didn’t get to spend much time with him, so we never got to express our thoughts. I think this will be a good thing for both his family, and us,” you agreed with what Reiner said, for you to then bring up Annie.

“Okay, so Annie...I think I know what we should get her.”

“I’m all ears, Y/n.”

“I think we should get her a jewelry box,” he seemed doubtful, but you reassured him saying:

“It would be one of those ballerina ones, with the music? I’ve seen her eye a couple both here, and in Paradis. Not only do I think it’s a good gift because of that, but also because...I feel like such a trinket represents elegance. Though she was a fierce soldier, the opposite of that would be the elegance she had as a lady. To put it in other words...the dreams held dear to her heart were there, but she danced with the music given.”

“I think we all felt, and still feel like that…” he said as you nodded.

“Yeah...I get what you mean,” you then talked about details, and mentioned that you would be gifting a locket, and other jewelry. Placing a picture of the warriors, you, and her when you were all children. Reiner thought it was a great idea, being that it would look less empty. Not only that, but you wanted her father to know she was dear to you. And for one piece to stand out.

Annie was someone mysterious, someone you couldn’t read unless she allowed. On the outside, she was fearless, gruesome, and cold. But when getting to know her, she was just...scared. Just wanting the best for both her, and her father. Wanting to escape the reality she was in. She had such dreams of freedom, but held them close to her. Knowing that if she deluded herself, or wished a little too hard...her dreams would never come true.

So instead, she danced with what the orchestra played. Though not her choice in music, the only selection she could move to. One that wouldn’t guarantee her safety, yet one which could lead her one step closer. Closer to her goal, survival, and most importantly...her father. Wanting to escape the ballroom, yet never catching a break. She was truly a fierce warrior, dancing to a fate which was not desired, yet gliding on her toes with both elegance, and grace.

“Now Bertholdt…” Reiner seemed hesitant after saying his name.

You both were actually. You had no idea as to what you would get. Usually, you both would go above and beyond for his gift. For example, last year, you two gifted an expensive brewery set, along with different teas. Berthold really enjoyed tea since it helped relieve him of his anxiety. Plus, blending tea was a funny hobby. He didn’t do too much of it in Paradis, but when you both would hang out, or have picnics, he would always try to brew something. Whether it be earl grey, or a vanilla chai. He’d always mix and match to accommodate both his mood, and the weather.

You loved the other two dearly, but Bertholdt had a very special place in both your heart, and Reiner’s. Even so, nothing came to mind regarding gifts. You had pulled all of your tricks from the book. Getting the most expensive things (you could afford), and meaningful ones you could think of. That being the case, Reiner had mentioned that you should go simple this year. You were curious as to what he had planned, and didn’t wait long as he said:

“You know the apple tree? The one in that field we used to hang out in?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“He used to love the apples from it...I think we should grab a basket-”

“We should also get those white wildflowers. He enjoyed picking them, and adored them so much. He even taught me how to make flower crowns with them,” you grinned at the thought.

“Yeah, of course. We definitely should.”

White was a colour of purity, and simplicity. Just a few of the things Bertholdt was full of. Though in Paradis, he was more of a pessimist, before the whole titan ordeal he truly was a brighter child. One who had the greatest of ideas, and gave the best of support. Support he had lathered the both of you in. Affection you both were forever grateful for.

You two decided you would grab both apples in a basket, along with a bouquet of the flowers. Handpicked by both Reiner and you. Not only that, but you would bake an apple pie and use the flowers as accents for the dessert. It didn’t sound too exotic, but it really did remind you of Bertholdt.

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You both decided to write down your gifts in detail. Splitting costs, lists, basically anything for it to come from both people. After you had finished, you both scurried to town. Ready to buy whatever was needed as a gift.

As you both walked the streets, you noticed stares which crept in. You tried to ignore the attention, but it became too obvious as people started to chatter. Reiner tried keeping his composure, and so did you. Running through the streets while hearing:

“Congratulations!” a loaf was then chucked at you, the merchant wanting to show his congrats. You then turned your head the other direction, both of you flushed as a little girl asked:

“Mommy, she’s such a pretty princess.”

‘Aww.’

“Is that her prince charming?”

‘Oh-’

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“Yes dear, it is. One day you’ll have one of your own,” the mother smiled as you scurried into the craftsman shop.

The doll (and the box itself) had such a graceful notion. One full of elegance, along with a dress which flowed carefree with the wind. The hair on her was as blonde as Annie’s, and the dress reached to her ankles. Her hair was let free...freedom. Something both Annie and well...you all wished for, represented in the doll itself. White was a colour that seemed to have suited Annie as well as Bertholdt. Both having simplistic, and pure hearts. Yet those hearts...were exploited in the events of war. Just like how things came with a price, so did the affection they had for each other.

Though Berthold was more vocal with his feelings, you could tell Annie took some interest. Though not obvious at first sight, the more you observe, the more you would see the liking she had for him. It was heart wrenching that the fight had blinded both them, and the feelings they had. Never shared to one another, and never would be. Not directly at least.

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Reiner placed the order and conversed with the craftsman, and after that, you both went to the jewelers. You search for a box, to then see one. It was a beautiful wooden oak, three drawers, along with a top where the ballerina sprung. It was accompanied by a mesmerizing song which would play once opened. The ballerina twirled beautifully with the rhythm of the music.

You then spotted a couple other accessories. There were simple necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Not too glammed, but beautiful with the few jewels attached. You asked for them along with the box to be packaged. Not too long after, you also spotted a locket. It was in the shape of an oval, had the shade of gold, and a rose sat on the top, encrusted with a beautiful red stone. You also asked for that, and when done, left with Reiner.

Once you had got away from the townspeople, Reiner decided to speak:

“Haha, you may not be much of a chef, but you are one heck of a fighter.”

“I guess so,” he smiled as you then asked:

“What’s got you so occupied? I’m curious about what the Reiner Bruan is so busy with. But if it’s something you shouldn’t mention, that’s fine as well.”

“I’m a little busy today, but...maybe in a few days we could go and pick the apples. I could also help with the pie making. Not much of a chef, but I’ll try my best,” he said, trying not to pity himself.

“It’s nothing personal...to be honest, I’m not even sure myself.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Well,” he guided you up your steps, waiting for you to open the door.

“I’ll store Annie’s gift in my house-” you said, for him to cut in.

“Are you sure-”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you took the bags from his hand, holding them in your own.

“I’ll see you later. Have a good night Y/n.”

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“You too, Reiner.”

You watched as Reiner turned the corner, making sure he got through the block safely. After that, you then placed the bags on the top of your bookshelf. Making sure to secure it so it wouldn’t fall. You then put your coat away, ready to walk to your kitchen. Only then did you think:

‘I wonder where Jean went…’ just then, did a surprise come from the back.

“AHH!” he clawed your shoulders just like Zeke had, except, Jean had done so with more care. Not wanting to hurt, nor scare you too much.

“Heh, I scared ya.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes (playfully).

“BOO!”

“So...what did Zeke do with you?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing in particular. I actually didn’t stay with him for too long.”

“Oh, then what were you up to?”

“Well…” you decide to explain the entire anniversary ordeal. How both you, and Reiner were preparing for it, and how it was something you both took seriously. Hoping that he would as well.

“Wait, give me more context. About the date to be specific.”

“Okay, well...that’s the day we left for Paradis,” although you hoped he would be mature, he just had to say what would come next. Don’t get him wrong, Jean understood why you would respect your comrades. If anything, he would do the same. The problem that he had with it, was the day specifically. Marking/celebrating the fall of Shiganshina, didn’t sit right with him. Escalating for him to then say:

“So the day you guys wrecked Shiganshina?...you do realize you’re celebrating that, right?” He wasn’t trying to be rude, rather, he was just putting the thought out there. Hoping you would understand his perspective being from Paradis. Not only that, but since you also resided in the walls yourself.

Like stated, he understood why you would, but then...it still annoyed him knowing of the damage which was done. Especially since such wreckage had no hesitation whatsoever. But, he didn’t want to keep the tension going, and instead mentioned:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. Especially since they mean a lot to you. I know how it feels to lose comrades...just as much as you do. So honouring them is the best anyone could do.”

“It’s fine...also...Reiner will be coming over sometime this week. So if you’re busy, I recommend using that time to do whatever.”

“Wait, why is he coming?” He then stood in front of you, arms crossed, as you felt the jealousy arise. Since you could tell, instead of reassuring him, you decided to have a little fun.

“Hm...nothing too important. It’ll just be the both of us-”

“The both of you doing what!?” he trusted you, but not the statement given. He felt like you were hiding something, as you then laughed, since you most definitely weren’t.

“Relax, relax! We’re going to prep for Berhtoldt’s gift, nothing else,” he looked away jokingly, to then pull out something.

“Ta-da! What do you think?” It was a violet. Rather than being crushed by the texture of his pocket, he made sure it was cleanly pressed. Though small, it was something that made you smile. Yet again did Jean surprise you, with the smallest yet most meaningful things.

“A gift from me to you.”

“Aww...thank you! Where did you-”

“I found it at the park,” he chuckled.

“Of course you did...but regardless, I love it,” you then pecked his cheek. Though an innocent gesture, it was one which made his heart flutter. One which reminded him of the very night he gave that exact, same, flower. Except that night he seemed more upset, embarrassed, while the both of you were still confused. Not sure where you stood with your relationship, and unsure of where his priorities lay. It made him remember the innocence which was there, but it also reminded him of the maturity which had grown. Grown within the years apart, and the days together.

Seeing you place it on your ear, was a gesture which made his heart pound. Such a beautiful bud, who had sprouted to be an astonishing flower. One which right in front of him, with the utmost beauty. One that could never compare. Your hair lacing your shoulders, your figure petite, as delicate as a petal, and your eyes...they bloomed with the utmost passion. One out of the affection you had for him.

When with you, he couldn’t help but describe you in the utmost romantic way. His pride would’ve got the best of him...that is, with anybody else. He couldn’t help but lather you with such remarks. You truly were a beauty to his eyes, one which had blinded him from anything else. Seeing how such a blossom had grown, reminded him as to why he fell in love with you. Whenever he saw you smile, he felt like he was falling in love. All over again, except which each time, came new surprises, and new surprises led you both to a new adventure.

Those adventures made him fall in love even more. Which each second passed, even though your time was short, it was meaningful. They were moments Jean would cherish. Ones he would hold dear, ones he would reminisce, ones which were full of you, and the love he felt for you.

“Y/n...I...”

“Hm?...” he then enveloped you in a hug. One full of warmth, comfort, and meaning. It wasn’t filled with anxiety, yearning, nor anger. Instead, it was one he gave out of peace. Having the peace of mind that you were both there, together, and wouldn’t be apart until time said so.

Even then, he would do his best to keep you by his side. Not wanting either of you to live the nightmare of departure. Not wanting to let you go ever again.

“Hm...you feel so warm.”

“Do I?” you blushed as the violet slipped.

“Mhm.”

He then helped you (yet again) by adjusting the flower, tucking your strands away. Placing a kiss on your forehead, to then enjoy the flashbacks given, and the present moment at hand.

XI > XIII

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darylandbethfanforever9 · 4 years

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Downfall Of Us All: Chapter 10

Downfall Of Us All

Chapter 10

AN: This chapter has mentions of breeding, and sexual assault, and forced pregnancy. If you feel uncomfortable or have triggers, skip to the next part. Thank you to @jtargaryen18 who helped me write this incredible story, and I give her full credit for putting up with me, and co - writing this story with me.

Warnings: Forced breeding, mentions of past sexual assault

Back in the compound, Tony slumped in the chair behind his desk, doing everything he could to try and find some electronic trace of Pepper. Every route he tried came to a dead end. Something had happened to her, he felt it. The loss of Happy, one of his dearest friends just felt the like the opening salvo to something else coming, something darker and far worse. Though how anything could even come close to the tragedy and desperation they'd faced at the hand of Thanos, he didn't know.

Pepper might. He still loved her. She maybe didn't love him now. Maybe she didn't want to be with him anymore. But he could live with that if she was out there, alive. He fought for her too each time he donned the suit. He couldn't make her see that, but it didn't make it any less true for him. All he could do was hope the team found something, some clue to where she might be. And God help anyone who had done anything to hurt her.

"Mr. Stark?"

Glancing up, he saw the young woman he'd taken with him to the police station earlier.

"Lilia?" At least he thought that's what her name had been. She nodded, ducking into his office. She really was a young woman and she had an amazing resume from what he'd found when he looked up her employee records. Why did he do that? "I'm getting ready to head home," she told him. "Is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" Tony shook his head. "How was your first day?" She blew out an exhale. "It's been good, Mr. Stark, but…" Her brow had knitted which meant something else was coming and he just wanted her to spit it out, so he could go back to worrying. It just wasn't a good time. "We ended up going into Ms. Potts' office to find my paperwork earlier," she began, "and we were going over the items on her desk and computer." Pepper? She had his attention. "The lady who helped me panicked because she said that Ms. Potts may be missing and didn't want me to access anything, but I was already in. I'm so sorry." "You were already in?" His brows shot up. "How'd you manage that?" "Her password was tonysadork4," Liliya told him. "It wasn't that hard." "And?" There was a reason she was mentioning this. "The last entries on her computer showed what she'd accessed before she left," Liliya explained. "She had accessed two files, each person with a strange last name. Melnychenko Drăgoi, at least I hope I pronounced it correctly." Tony's heart dropped. "Did they make copies?" Lilia nodded grimly. "I don't know if that would help but I thought I should mention it. And explain what I was doing there. I'm so sorry. If you need to fire me…" Tony sprang up from his desk. "You're working overtime now," he told her, taking her by the elbow. "Let's go take a look." The young woman looked relieved. "Overtime it is. Let's go." Before they could make it out the office, Tony's phone buzzed. It was Clint. "Just a minute. I need to take this," he told her.

"Clint, it's me what did you find out?" Tony asked quickly, his stomach twisting in knots. He had a bad feeling that something awful had happened to Pepper. "Me and Grace searched Pepper's penthouse, and office. And we found out she left for London, she's also left a letter for you, but we think it was forged." Clint said grimly, Tony felt his stomach drop in dread at his words. Someone had taken Pepper? "What else did you and the team find out, Clint?" He asked urgently, feeling a shudder go up his spine at what he was hearing. Something was clearly going on. "Natasha, Bucky and Sophie found a used syringe in the driver's seat, Sophie found a disposable phone with a voicemail message. We're sending it to you, and Lilia now, and Bucky found 10mm Auto shell casings. It's not looking good, Tony." Clint admitted grimly. Tony felt his stomach sink. "When you and the team get back, me and Lilia need to talk to you all. It's urgent," He said finally, feeling uneasy. "You got it, take care Tony." Clint said quietly and hung up as Tony looked at Lilia who looked worried as they walked to her office and she unlocked the door. A black Toshiba Satellite laptop sat in the middle of a comfortable dark cherry wood desk. There were four framed photographs on the right-hand side, with a notebook, and a black fountain pen. "These are the files I found on Ms. Potts' history, she was reading information on two women called Sophie and Grace Melnychenko Drăgoi. And she was trying to access their medical files, and Peter Parker's file." Lilia explained worriedly, as Tony logged into Pepper's laptop. Sure enough, she'd accessed the files last night an hour before Happy had been murdered. She'd logged out at 11:30, the time Happy had been killed. Why would Pepper want to access their files? She didn't even know Sophie or Grace, and she barely knew Peter. "Jarvis pull up everything that Ross, and Fury gave us on Anya Melnychenko and Adam Drăgoi!" Tony ordered urgently, Jarvis immediately pulled up files on the two individuals. Lilia watched anxiously, having an odd feeling that she'd stumbled across something very dangerous.

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"Patient Twenty-seven should be waking up soon, sir. When do you want me to start?" The male voice asked the man sitting behind the desk calmly, looking completely at ease. "When was her last menstrual cycle?" The doctor asked patiently, it was regrettable that they didn't have patient twenty-four, but they had three young women who were perfect healthy. He observed the latest test subject through the observation glass, she was currently sedated having had blood tests taken, and her IUD taken out. "Two weeks ago." The agent confirmed smugly, having studied his prey meticulously. He had studied the three women well and learned their routines. "Wait until she's had another one, but you can start on patient twenty-five. She's just finished her menstrual cycle, and patient twenty-six is on hers currently," the scientist instructed smoothly, and they exchanged a look. "Hail HYDRA." He said resolutely, and the man nodded at him in agreement and saluted. "Hail HYDRA."

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The agent calmly walked down the hallway to his room and locked the door firmly behind him. He pulled out a photo of a young woman with light wavy blonde hair, and smirked. "You'll be mine again, soon." He growled darkly and left the room as he found subject twenty five's little bedroom. She'd been cleaned up and was wearing a hospital gown. All ready for him and HYDRA. He pulled down the bedsheets, and slid up her hospital gown carefully, feeling her shudder under his touch. He cupped her left breast, feeling how hot it was. She struggled in the cuffs they'd used to secure her to the bed, her dark eyes shiny with tears. "Why are you doing this?" She twisted trying to pull free of his grip. He chuckled at her efforts, squeezing her breast harder now. "Because I can," he growled at her. "And because you're going to be a very important part of our research." Panting from her efforts, frantic to get away but unable to, the young woman glared up at him. "How dare you call rape research, you –" "Ah-ah," he cut her off. "Don't start lecturing me again about how you're a real scientist and what real research is. No one here is interested, understand?" Tears ran down her face now and he had to give her credit, she was a fighter. Not that it would do her any good. "Your arrogance will be what brings you down," she said with conviction. "They will come for us. And they will shut this entire nightmare down, once and for all." He nodded. "Maybe. Or maybe we wouldn't have taken you and your little friend and the businesswoman in there if they hadn't stepped into on our territory and taken what was ours." "What?" Confusion clouded those pretty brown eyes. "What did they take of yours?" "Not what. Who." He patted his girl's picture in his pocket. It wouldn't be long now. He was done with her stalling. He wasn't here to have a conversation. "Now, I don't want to gag you, but I will if you keep running your gums, you got that? Relax and this will be over faster. Piss me off and I'll take my time." He grabbed one of her thighs with his other hand, felt it tremble beneath him. He watched with more than a little satisfaction as she dropped her head down onto the pillow and tightly closed her eyes.

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Tony called a meeting and gathered everyone in the compound's primary conference room. He finished off his Scotch as he watched them drift into the room around them. Liliya grabbed his glass, smiling at him as she did. "I need a refill," he told her. "No, Mr. Stark, you really don't," she told him. Steve smirked at her. "Yes, I do for this meeting," he pressed on playfully, just to see what she'd do. "Fill the glass." Her smile was dazzling. He watched her carry the glass from the room, happy to have won one small skirmish today. Confident he was getting his Scotch, he called the meeting. "Everyone, I gathered you here today because we have problems. If you haven't heard, I'm sorry to say that Happy Hogan, my assistant and… " Tony fought to keep the tears out of his voice "and just the best friend a man could have… was murdered. We have reason to believe that it might be HYDRA and that they might also have taken Pepper…" Lilia re-entered the room with his glass, the clear contents looked suspiciously like water. Taking the glass from her, he took a generous drink. Yep, water. She was getting the lecture for that. "We're pretty sure it's HYDRA," Steve threw in. "Pepper's not the only one missing. Peter and I were following leads and found out that Dr. Erik Selvig was attacked in Oslo. He's unconscious but expected to survive. The two people who were with him at the time have been reported missing. Dr. Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis. The perpetrator seems to have a similar MO to what Sophie, Nat, and Bucky found." Tony swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Things were so much worse than he thought. Lilia blew out an exhale next to him, then pulled out a bottle of Scotch and set it next to his glass.

He gave her a grateful smile, and she nodded at him quietly, before sitting down next to him. He felt sick, why would HYDRA want Pepper, Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis? The two women didn't really have anything to do with them, after the whole fight with Thanos. Jane had broken up with Thor and didn't want anything to do with them. "But why would HYDRA take them? What are they doing, that causes HYDRA to kidnap them?" Bruce asked concerned, he dreaded to think what HYDRA wanted with the three women. "That's what we're trying to find out, Bruce. Thor and Loki are on their way from Norway, Thor's worried about Jane and Darcy." Steve said grimly, he had a bad feeling about this. "Was Dr Foster working on anything in particular? Any research that might gotten HYDRA's attention?" Sophie asked worriedly, she saw Grace looked worried, but also concerned for the three women. "She was working on the Bifrost bridge but was forced to drop it after the fight with Thanos. Thor, and Loki should be arriving soon." Bucky explained quietly, feeling uneasy. "Sir, Director Fury is on the line." Jarvis announced gravely, and Fury showed up on the screen. His expression was grim, as he looked at the team. "Coulson's team have located a recently abandoned HYDRA base in Wyoming, they've found a lot of equipment." Fury informed them gravely, Steve nodded. "We'll be on our way, thanks Fury." Steve said quietly, Fury nodded, and Steve looked at all of them grimly. This was serious, and he hoped they could find Pepper, Darcy and Jane.

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Grace had gotten suited up in the uniform that Tony had made for her, it was red and black, with an orange spider in the centre. And very comfortable, she was grateful that Tony hadn't made it sexual. She grabbed the mask, and it partially covered her eyes as she put the two batons strapped across her back. She took in a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. If something had happened to Jane, Darcy and Pepper because of her......she'd never forgive herself. They were innocent, why would HYDRA go after them? "Grace, you ok?" Clint asked quietly, she took in a deep breath and quickly opened the door, letting Clint in. "I'm ok, it's just.... Clint what if HYDRA took Jane, Darcy and Pepper because of me?" She asked worriedly, feeling responsible, but Clint shook his head violently. He wouldn't let Grace blame herself for this. "This isn't your fault, Grace. You aren't to blame, none of us think that. HYDRA went after them because of what they do, Pepper's associated with Stark Industries. It's not your fault." He said firmly, Grace gave him a brace smile. She was a tough young woman. He held out his left hand, and Grace took it tightly as they both left the room and she saw he was wearing a black and gold samurai looking uniform. He even had a sword strapped across his back, next to his quiver and she remembered what he had called himself in the dream two days ago. Ronin. They boarded the quinjet, and Grace was amazed to see Sophie dressed in her uniform, which was dark crimson red with a white spider on the front if her uniform. "Lilia's going to be giving coordinates with us, from the base. Hopefully, the base will give us a clue where Pepper, Jane and Darcy are," Tony said quietly, as he checked his Bleeding Edge armour. Everyone nodded quietly and buckled up as Clint and Natasha piloted the quinjet to Wyoming.

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Sophie felt nervous, as they landed the quinjet and got off. She was afraid of what they would find once they entered the base. Horrible images visualised in her mind. "The base is clear; Captain Rogers looks like they left hours ago. We've found four bedrooms, and a lab." Lance Hunter said grimly, he looked at Clint quietly. "Hey Clint."

"Mind if we look around?" Steve asked Lance. Lance shrugged, motioning towards the rooms he found. "Nah. Help yourself." Grace had stayed just behind Clint up to this point, but as they moved closer to the lab, she watched her sister dart around them and head into the lab first. "So who are they?" Lance wondered aloud, as Clint passed him. "New," Clint said simply. Sophie followed Nat into the lab. Grace was pulling open drawers, doors to cabinets, looking under the exam table in the middle of the room. The look on her face was a blend of determination and fear. "Gracie, are you okay?" she asked concerned. Grace didn't reply, walking around her and Nat, to head for the bedrooms. Steve was in the first one with Bucky when she darted in there, pulling off her mask. Immediately she headed for the bed in the room, looking under it, reaching under the mattress and rumpled bedding. Sophie watched her along with the super-soldiers.

"Is she okay?" Bucky mouthed when he caught her glance. Sophie was honestly afraid of what the answer to that question might be. When Grace pulled a restraint out from the bedding, her mind seemed millions of miles away. "There it is," she whispered numbly. Clint walked in just as she pulled gloves out of her pack, sliding a finger along the edge of the cuff. There were traces of blood there. It yanked free with a vicious rip in her hand and she tucked it into an evidence bag. "Gracie, what are you looking for?" Sophie came to her side, kneeling next to her. Her hands smoothed through the bedding, finding traces of blood in different places, then a mostly lube container. She didn't think her sister was even aware of the tears sliding down her face. "Are you okay?" Sophie asked gently. Finally, Grace's attention turned to her. "No, I'm not. Do you know what happened in here? Do you know what they're doing to her?" Dropping to the floor she seemed frantic to get under the bed, half her body was under there before Sophie could think of what to do, glancing up at Bucky and feeling more helpless than she ever had. Her concern was mirrored in his handsome face. When Grace emerged, something dark was in her hand. A navy blue knit cap. "Darcy?" Steve asked. "Is that her name?" Grace wanted to know. "Is this hers?" Steve even took a step back and they all saw the fury building behind her blue eyes, eyes set exactly as their father's had been. "Do you know what they are doing to them?" Grace demanded of anyone in the room. "It takes time. It takes patience and they must be so frustrated that they had to pack up and abruptly move. They need seclusion for the experiments. A place where you can't hear them scream and they have no chance of escape, no way to get help." Clint moved closer and Grace stepped back as if she were afraid he was going to touch her. "No, you need to listen and understand," she told him in a pain-filled voice. "They are taking them for the experiments. They are trying to impregnate them. Don't you get it? They'll experiment on those babies, just like they did with us. And some of them, like Sophie's twin, won't make it." Clint braved another step and though Grace's blue eyes flashed at him in warning, she allowed it. "And these women, Pepper, Darcy," she held up the cap as she said the name, "Jane, even if they survive this, a part of them will have died in one of these rooms. A piece of their mind will always be trapped in this darkness." Bucky's eyes began to shine, his face turned away. "We have to find them," Grace insisted. "We have to free them and stop these motherfuckers from ever doing this to anyone, ever again."

Natasha and Steve exchanged a worried glance. Grace whirled on Sophie. "They all know, right? It was in our files and tossed around just like we were when we got thrown into this mess. They know what happened to me," her voice grew angrier. "They know it happened to me. That's where my son came from and then he was taken to. Why? What did I do to deserve this? Any of this?" Grace pointed at Bucky. "What did he do to deserve what they did to him?" "Grace," Clint moved closer still. Finally, she started to break. "Just… help me find them. Please." Sophie and Clint wrapped their arms around her as she broke into sobs, sinking to the floor. Steve gently ushered everyone else from the room. Nat remained. "We're going to find them, Grace," Nat said with a voice that wasn't perfectly steady. "We'll make them pay for it." Grace nodded, hanging on to Sophie and Clint.

"We're gonna make them pay, Gracie. For what they did to us, to our parents, to Natasha, Clint and all the team. They'll suffer." Sophie vowed darkly, her grey eyes flashing dark amber for a moment. HYDRA would feel their wrath.

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Edgar Allan Poe Legacy Challenge for Sims 4

Edgar Allan Poe Legacy Challengecreated by @maydaysims

Some of the aspirations and traits come from different DLC’s but edit your story to fit the base game/packs you have. I tried to stick to the base game as much as I could.

Remember, this is all about having fun, not restricting the way you play the Sims! There will likely be generations that you do not want to play and that’s totally okay too. Feel free to skip whatever you wish.

Please do not make other versions of this legacy challenge to share with others. While there is no way for me to stop you, I put a lot of work into making a creative legacy challenge and I would love for my work to be respected. Thank you!

Trigger Warnings

That being said, I am not responsible for your health, well-being, or actions you take due to this challenge. By playing this challenge, you assume full responsibility for what happens and how it affects you. I highly encourage you to come into your save file with some form of aftercare planned. For me, I like to have a slice-of-life anime ready to play or to decompress by talking to friends and loved ones.