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pacific-rimbaud · 1 month

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i was reading your thoughts on how fans felt about l&oha and while i concur it is a perfect piece of work in my head and have reread it 5x, i wonder if you think fans tend to be harsher/more critical of hermione and let draco slide? i see it a lot in fics where he's more of an alphahole type

Oh, man. Okay. The can is open, the worms are loose. Rant under the cut.

I'm actually going to set men aside entirely. Just. To the side with you. I desperately need more realistically complicated men, too, but that's a whole separate discussion. Right now: women.

There must be whole dissertations out there on the phenomenon of readers hating female characters with negative traits. I'm a fandom old, so I didn't grow up identifying with Hermione, and wouldn't have even if I'd been young enough to. I did that "which character are you" test just now and my top three matches were Janis Ian from Mean Girls, Jughead from Riverdale and April from Parks and Rec, which, massive grain of salt, etc. BUT gives you an idea. I am not a Hermione and never was, so she's never been a comfort character or self-insert for me. Some of my favorite fictional women are Sophie Hatter (mean, irrational, petty, old and mostly loving it), Harrowhark Nonagesimus (evil stick), Phryne Fisher (zero fucks to give). What I like about Hermione is how imperfect she is. I'm a "cleverest witch of your age I've ever met" truther (book!Lupin is absolutely saying "you're the canniest 14 year-old child I have personally met, saying this as a guy who doesn't get out much," not "you are a once-in-a-century genius"), and from my perspective, she's often wrong and often a dick, and not in a fun and fiesty burn-down-the-world BAMF way. Which. Good for her! Be human.

And that's the thing. I personally don't want Hermione to be perfect, I want her to be what I think she is, textually, which is intelligent, hardworking, loyal, competitive, compassionate, controlling, belittling, rude, petty, insecure, vindictive, volatile. She has the right to be that way, because she's human. The desire for perfected women (or unapologetically and unstoppably awful ones, another brand of female power fantasy) is not limited to Dramione fandom. I think it's amplified in DHr by many readers who DO identify as former gifted children, books-as-coping-mechanism kids and Strong Female Personalities who felt marginalized in childhood and want to see Hermione have it all: she's slim, she's tiny, she's fragile as a bird, she'll break your neck, she'll step on your throat, she'll tear down the system, she'll heal all wounds, she does not need help, she holds all the knowledge, she holds all the cards, she is forever wronged, she can do no wrong, her vagina is tight, her nipples are hard, her hair is on point, her waist is tiny, her tits are bouncing, her ass is in the style of Now. And like. This isn't at all unique to DHr and Hermione. It's pervasive in fiction written by and for women. Female power fantasies are obviously feeding a massive hunger. It's just not what I personally want. Personally, I find it alienating and uncomfortable, which I know equates to, "That is wrong and shouldn't exist" to a lot of people, but that's its own tale as old as time.

There's a disconnect that happens too often where a reader wants one (1) thing from their fiction, and receives something else, even when the contents are clearly labeled on the tin. In this case, wanting a female power fantasy and encountering a woman who's written with flaws makes people upset. And maybe if we could be more honest with ourselves about what we're looking for when we read, work to accept that not everyone wants the same experience, and learn to close a book when it's not working for us and say, "No shade, this isn't for me," it would be less upsetting when we encounter a character who isn't written to meet our personal expectations. I will open a book, realize the FMC is a female power fantasy archetype and close it, because that's not what I show up for. I like my women gritty and weird and foolish and vulnerable and liable to hurt people and feel terrible about it. Give me all the exhausting chatterers and evil sticks and jocks with swords and their hearts on their sleeves (their hearts ripped out), give me shy Anne Elliot and her suitcase full of regrets and the ugly fuckup who never has a glow up, give me dirtbag stoners and Fleabag and Alicent Hightower apologetics and every role Natasha Lyon has ever played. It's not a moral high ground, it's about a preference for seeing actual, demeritus flaws on the page and on the screen. Blame that woman. It's her fault. She has so many faults. Then show me how to forgive her so I can figure out how to forgive myself.

The thing is, I love women. I love women so fucking much. I want to be around them, to get to know them, to read about them, to watch them on TV and see them in films. And personally, I like them ugly. Physically. Spiritually. Morally. Give a woman a Bad Personality and watch her succeed in the most self-injurious way possible, fuck you. Give her a gaping chest wound and line it with teeth. Stick a piece of grit in that girl's tightly sealed shell so that a pearl is her only option. Make her love other women, make her fuck it up, make her have to earn them back.

Thankfully I do feel like we're getting more ugly women in fiction, especially BIPOC, queer and marginalized women who deserve gross, weird, nasty representation and not just didactic moralism, patronization and misguided sainthood. Some readers won't want that, and that's fine. Again, personally (it's all so personal, please, please remember that when you hit that comment button), I'm here for it. If you write about women like this, know that you have a thirsty reader here. I'm swallowing them up. I'm smacking my lips. I'm smashing my mug on the cafeteria floor and calling for another.

#you asked I answered #rant #long post

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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double trouble

requested by @lokis-queen01 - Would you be able to write a request for Damien Priest x female reader where she is Dominic’s twin sister but she is in a secret relationship with Damien and she joins judgement day with Dominic but also reveals that she is in a relationship with him

a/n: posting this crazy late but pls enjoy :)

mentions: overall SFW, some description of violence within matches, slight emotional manipulation, some family drama, use of google translate, fem!reader, poc!reader, latinx!reader, mysterio twin sister!reader, damianxreader

translations: mi corazón: my heart, sweetheart; princesa: princess; mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso: my princess, i’m so proud of you; bienvenido a tu nueva familia: welcome to your new family.

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there was no doubt in the world you loved your dad, but he had put both you and dominik on the back burner when it came to your careers. the three of you used to be unstoppable together - a father and his children winning championships and being some of the best in the industry! what could go wrong?

nothing went wrong, per say. but three people entered your lives and helped you see the light; rhea, damian, and finn. three people who had followed your family relentlessly for weeks, months, even, to convince the mysterio twins to join the judgement day. and the two of you fought tooth and nail against it because you were that committed to your dad.

dominik was the first to finally be convinced. rhea had a way with words, and it was clear just how enamored he was with her. when you found out, though, you were livid.

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“you what?” you said, looking at your twin in shock after he told you what he’d decided. “dominik, you can’t be serious. after everything they’ve done to us?”

dominik shook his head. “y/n, think about it.” he said, a darkness in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “they can give us what dad hasn’t. you’ve seen how they work together, support one another to be the best they can possibly be. it’s what we need. we could be unstoppable!” he said, grabbing your upper arms as you looked away from him. “i love you, but i’m doing this with or without you. and i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

a scoff left your lips. “oh, you don’t want anything to happen to me?” you asked, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “as if they haven’t already made our lives a living hell. rhea has been manipulating you and spreading these lies through your head!”

dom squeezed your arms, needing nothing more than for his twin sister to hear him out. “listen to me, please.” he said softly. “i know you’re upset. i get that. but just...just hear them out.” dominik was practically begging you. you knew he wanted the two of you to do this together, but you just couldn’t get behind it. not yet.

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just as rhea had worked her charm on dominik, ‘the punisher’ of the judgement day had started to make his own move on you. and just like his counterpart, he had a way with words and a certain smoothness to him that had you eating out of the palm of his hand. you weren’t giving into him that easily though.

--- ---

sneaking around with damian wasn’t easy. if you weren’t careful, someone was going to see you. so the two of you often met up in his hotel room, you leaving your dad and brother at the guise of seeing one of your friends. you knew you couldn’t do this forever, though. so you had to make a decision about damian’s offer.

this came to a head only a mere week before clash at the castle; you sat in damian’s lap during one of your top secret trips to his hotel room, your arms around his neck and playing with his hair as he gave your hips gentle squeezes. “i can’t do it, dame.” you whispered, the nickname rolling off of your tongue as you looked down at your lap.

damian leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours. “why not, mi corazón?” he asked softly. “you’re better off with us. we can take care of you; i can take care of you.” he reminded you, the same speech damian had given you for weeks on end during your secret conversations. “we won’t have to hide anymore. and you know if you don’t say yes then...then we can’t do this anymore.”

his words made your chest hurt. while you wanted nothing more than to be with damian and let everyone know you were his, you couldn’t do it at the risk of hurting others. “my dad, though...”

“baby, i know you love your dad.” damian said with a gentle shake of your head, using his finger to lift your chin so he could look at you. “but you’re so much bigger and better than him. both you and dominik have so much potential, and rey hasn’t even scratched the surface.” he was so gentle with his words, so patient as he watched the gears turn in your head. it made your heart flutter, but at the same time your brain wanted you not to believe a word he was saying. “join us, y/n. not just for me, but for you.”

you had decided that night what you were going to do, but you were going to wait to make it clear what your choice was. it was going to be the first step in paving your own path, without the influence of your father. of course damian was thrilled, but you made him promise to keep quiet for just a little while longer.

cardiff wasn’t ready for what you had planned.

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clash at the castle, september 3rd, 2022.

you stood at ringside, next to your twin brother dominik as you both watched the match in front of you; your dad, rey myserio, teaming up with edge to finally put away the judgement day after months of them tormenting your family. not only had they attacked the three of you, this match was meant to put things to bed, give everyone the piece of mind they needed and hopefully get the judgement day off of your backs.

but no one knew what was coming.

you and dominik had talked about everything backstage, away from your dad and away from anyone who didn’t need to hear it. you had a plan, and you were going to make a statement without the help of rey mysterio. this was your moment, dominik’s moment. and no one was going to take it away from you.

truth be told, most of the match was a blur; you and dominik kept up your gimmick as the proud kids in the background of rey and edge’s moment up until the very end. but eventually you found yourself stood in the ring, next to your brother, watching rey and one of his great friends celebrating their big moment.

but then dominik made his move, and you knew your plan was officially in action.

your twin gave edge a low blow, and didn’t even try to hide the smirk that rose on your face as the hall of famer fell to his knees. the shock on your father’s face only fueled your fire, and as edge sat on his knees you followed it up with a superkick to the chin that had his head spinning.

rey turned both you and dominik to face him, your own chest heaving with rage and anxiety as dominik caught his breath. as twins, your energy had always radiated off of one another and you always did everything as a team; this was no different, your brother’s hand reaching for yours as his way of letting you know you were in this together.

“por favor, por favor.” your dad pleaded, his hands in front of him as he looked at his eldest children. “listen to me, both of you. please, leave him alone.” one of rey’s hands reached out to hold dominik;s chest as the other held your cheek, and truth be told that alone almost sobered you up. the look in your dad’s eyes through the white contacts almost convinced you to stop this whole thing and walk away...but you didn’t.

dominik delivered the harshest clothesline he could manage right to your dad’s chest, and you immediately climbed up to the top turnbuckle at the nearest ringpost. the boos in the audience only fueled the adrenaline rushing through your body as you landed the biggest splash of your career so far onto your dad, and you and dominik stood by to look at exactly what you’d done.

you could only barely hear the judgement day’s laugh behind you as you left the ring with your big brother, hand in hand as you both came to terms with what you’d done. but you knew this was only the beginning, and come monday night, everyone in the wwe universe was going to find out what the mysterio twins had planned for their futures.

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monday night raw, two days after clash at the castle.

you stood backstage next to your twin brother, watching on the monitor as your dad and edge spoke about what you’d done only two days prior. you stood with damian, distanced from the rest of the judgement day so you could have your own moment with him before sealing the your fate. his arms wrapped around your waist, and yours rested on his shoulders as he gave you one final kiss.

“you look good in all black, princesa.” he said softly, complimenting the black mini skirt and heeled booties you’d chosen. a gentle smirk teased his lips as the two of your gently swayed your bodies; damian knew this was hard for you, and he was doing whatever he needed to do to calm you before you and dominik confronted your father. “let us handle business, okay? and after tonight, everything will be okay.”

you gave damian one more gentle kiss, nodding your head as his words registered in your brain. “thank you. for everything.” you whispered, smiling up at him before you were interrupted.

“break it up, lovebirds.” rhea teased softly, her own hand interlocked with that of your twin brother’s. “we’ll see you two shortly.” she and the rest of the judgement day made their way to gorilla, and you followed behind with dominik.

“you’re ready?” he asked you softly, giving dom a small nod as you locked arms with your brother.

your free hand adjusted the collar of his button-up shirt, giving him a smile that was practically identical to his own. “as ready as i’ll ever be.” you said quietly, standing by the monitor to watch the segment unfold.

edge made his final call for you and your twin brother to come out to the ring, but edge and your father were met with the screams of rhea’s music much to their disappointment. you both watched, as rhea tormented your father and the hall of famer about how she’d turned dominik into ‘a real man’, and how you were so much more than ‘rey mysterio’s babygirl’.

truth be told, the next few moments were a blur. you gave your brother one final look, gently squeezed his arm, and the two of you walked out to meet the judgement day to claim your new spots in the group.

you couldn’t look at the ring, because you knew seeing your dad would only make this more difficult. but oddly enough, you relished in the booing that resounded through the crowd; it made you feel so...good. so powerful. and you could feel that same energy radiating off of your brother as you two walked in slow strides side by side. you both joined rhea’s side, rhea pulling your twin brother closer as your hands busied themselves with the bracelet around your wrist damian had given you backstage.

“dom, y/n...” rey practically begged. you finally looked up at the ring, seeing his pain through the mask on his face. “snap out of it, guys. both of you still have time, so make amends with edge. make things right.” his eyes went directly to you, and even though it hurt to look at your dad in the moment, you stayed strong. “y/n, babygirl, come on.” he begged. “this isn’t you. my little girl wouldn’t do this.”

you watched as your father got out of the ring, closing the distance between yourself and your brother as you met him on the ramp. rhea followed close behind, but your dad stood in front of his twins to make one final plea. “don’t do this.” he said softly, neither you nor your brother even bothering to look at the man in front of you. “i’m talking to both of you. don’t do this.”

the two of you refused to let him intimidate you into giving in. you were no longer going to allow your father to treat you like small children, but rather you were both going to prove to him that you were better than anything he could have ever amounted to.

“you can’t even look at me in the eyes? see me face to face?” he asked, his voice filled with shock and anger at what he was witnessing. he was so shocked and angry, that all he could do was walk back up the ramp. you and dominik watched, your faces straight and unwavering while rhea had the audacity to laugh at him. the old y/n would have been fuming at someone laughing at her father...but you let that version of you die in cardiff only two days ago.

the next few moments were a blur; damian and finn had unleashed their attack on edge in the ring, your dad came back out to make one final plea, and he then became the target of his own attack from rhea. but what awoke you from this odd daydream, was the feeling of cold steel being placed into your hand.

you gave rhea a small nod, climbing up the stairs to the ring to stand side by side with damian. he gave you a smirk, standing to the side to allow you the room to do what you pleased, and with the encouragement of your new-found family you didn’t hesitate to hit edge with that chair as hard as you possibly could. it was hard to even explain the rush through your body as the metal connected with edge’s back, but it felt amazing.

the boys took over from there until your dad got back in the ring, trying to be a hero as he stood over edge’s body to shield him from damian and finn. but by then you’d all moved out onto the ramp again, damian’s hands pulling your body closer to his as your dad watched.

damian gently grabbed your cheek, the both of you smirking at rey as your boyfriend pulled you into a kiss. this kiss wasn’t just for show, either; t was the same as every other time damian had placed his lips against yours, all those times you two met in secret before or after shows to discuss your future with the judgement day, and now he was using it as a gesture to show where your loyalty now lied.

while his calloused hands gently led you back up the ring, smoke practically pouring from your father’s ears, you smiled at the feeling of standing arm in arm with your new family. with four people who wanted nothing but the best from you, and who were going to do everything in their power to build you up rather than put you on the back burner like rey had done.

this was your moment. dominik’s moment. not rey’s. and the whole world was about to find out who the real mysterio twins were.

once you were backstage, damian lifted your body up into his arms in the biggest hug he could manage. you hid in his neck, breathing in the spice of his cologne and tangling a hand in his ponytail. “mi princesa, estoy tan orgulloso.” he whispered in your ear. “bienvenido a tu nueva familia.”

you pulled back as damian placed you back onto your feet, giving him one more kiss before smiling at the man who single-handedly turned your life around. “i think i like the other side a lot more already.” you told him softly. letting him lead you back to the dressing room with the rest of the group.

who knew betrayal could be so romantic?

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punkpandapatrixk · 2 years

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🦋Destined Person’s Character Development—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Whoever they were before YOU was them being a caterpillar🐛Meeting you shifted them into the chrysalis phase (spiritual awakening, self-query, inner child healing, etc.)✨And Life after knowing you becomes true spiritual liberation~🦋May you live happily ever after with The One destined for your blessed Life~🎎

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I’ve just noticed that the songs accompanying this PAC are all sung entirely in one language (English), in spite of being performed by artists of various native languages, skin colours and bases (countries). There’s this meaning…

That you and your Destined Person are gonna speak the same language from the Soul. In spite of all kinds of background, cultural differences, age gaps or whatever else, you easily recognise each other’s divinity and that mutual respect binds you for the rest of time. You will always understand each other, see each other clearly the way nobody else does~🪗

Pile 1 – I Woke Up to the Real Colours of Love

DP’s caterpillar stage – Queen of Wands

Your Destined Person is someone passionate who thought they knew what Love was all about. They had heard or read plenty of expressions of Love spewed by the majority of people—writers, artists, and everyone else. They thought Love had to be passionate and forceful. They thought Love was fire that consumes your entire being. They really delighted in the idea of a whirlwind romance!

Some of you, your Destined Person might really have been a playboy/playgirl. They’re hot and attractive and know how to utilise that charisma (plus, they’re smart). Some of you, your Destined Person might simply be easygoing about Love and romance. It’s not that their view on Love was childish (far from it) but it was nevertheless a little less than pure and mature. They like the idea of romance, OK? All the warm and fussy flutters.

They thought, romance equals Love. Not realising that they were always operating on infatuation. That shit has little to do with real Love. The ‘love’ they knew was a variant with a non-capitalised L. That, was before they woke up to your essence~

VIBE: Affection by Cigarettes After Sex

DP’s chrysalis phase – XIX The Sun

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

After being touched by the essence of you, your Destined Person woke up to the real colours of Love. For the first time, they’re really pondering the idea of selfless sacrifice. The idea of you brought them to the desire to become of service. First of all, service to you; they want to be your protector and provider. And I sense, due to what you do or believe in as well, they also develop a desire to be of service to the world.

At this point, they are realising that true happiness is just delighting in the little things, simple things Life has to offer with the person who means the world to them. Before you, they wanted and dreamt a lot of grand things because the people they had ever fallen in love with (or just crushed on) were not complete enough. They were all just fragments of what you are as a person~

Now they believe in destiny. You are their Destined One. And they feel super glad about it, because you’re simply YOU. They envision a family with you, and they want to give you and your children the best Life has to offer. Little best things; big best things; all best things. Suddenly, they’re clear as day as to the reason they were born. It was to be with you and be of service to you~☀️

VIBE: Unstoppable by Lianne La Havas

spiritual liberation by YOU – 9 of Cups

Complete spiritual fulfilment. Before knowing you, your Destined Person was just passionate and gung-ho, but they never really felt emotionally or spiritually satisfied. There was a pang of emptiness in their heart no matter what passionate pursuit they indulged in. No riches, no status would fill in the spot reserved just for your presence in their Life. For such a long time they had prayed for someone just like you~

When you appeared, all the puzzle pieces fall into place ever so neatly. Out of the monochrome and into technicolor in an instant!🌈Suddenly, Life has meaning on such an elevated level! Nothing else matters but Love. Real Love with a capital L. It is Love beyond most other people’s destructive concepts. Because this is a Love that is free, independent, unselfish. Your Love for your Destined Person doesn’t use manipulative tactics nor does it seek to overpower.

When they are with you, they breathe more easily because they know your Love is pure. You are so kind and compassionate—unselfish and genuinely giving. You’re a precious existence that has taught them the real name of Love. Your Destined Person is so grateful for you—sometimes, just the sight of your face vibrates their heart, bringing them almost to tears. Words alone cannot express how much they Love you🌷

VIBE: Colors by Sakamoto Maaya

The Future They Envision🔻💛

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Green Historian (Herodotus)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Abundance

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Pile 2 – You Helped Me See What’s Truly Important

DP’s caterpillar stage – Knight of Pentacles

In the beginning, your Destined Person didn’t have a very healthy outlook on romance. To some extent, it’s like they were dragged by desperation—maybe something to do with their childhood (trauma) and how they grew up seeing adults not having great relationships themselves. Thought they were careful, cautious… somehow they still got themselves involved in unhealthy relationships. It was because their own worldview, as well as desires, was already unhealthy.

When in a relationship, they wanted to show off their significant other. They were dramatic in their expressions of affection. Super extra. They wanted others to see that they’ve got something good now—unlike others whose relationships were shallow and toxic, they thought. They were dreamy, positive to a point of being delusional. Not realising the person they were with was just taking advantage of them. When all of the truth was revealed… they matured, yes, but they became scarred, too.

They became too afraid of being fooled again, so now their guards are up way too tall. Either they’re never serious about dating anymore or even when they’ve found someone they genuinely like, they can’t bring themselves to approach that person. They can’t allow themselves to feel too deeply lest they risk getting broken again. Their heart has crumbled too disastrously before.

VIBE: Cigarette (feat. Tablo, MISO) by OFFONOFF

DP’s chrysalis phase – 6 of Wands Rx

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

Your Destined Person’s spiritual evolution was probably a painstakingly slow and lonely process. When your essence touched their being, they were whirled into (probably) years of isolation meant to purify all of their worldview. Your Destined Person is highly likely psychic or they may have significant Pisces or 12th House placements. They’re a natural empath, so they had taken up a lot of bullshit beliefs from their environment their entire life. These years were a meditative period to say the least, even if they didn’t feel that way.

During this phase, they learnt a lot about the root causes of all of their heartbreaks and their dizzying anxiety to fulfil societal expectations. They purified a lot of their worldview and became more in tune with spirituality. Your Higher Self was constantly showering your Destined Person with messages of hope and Love from the aether. They gradually woke up to the few little things that are essential in Life.

And they made peace with everything that had ever happened to them since the day they were born. It was because your Love promises them a beautiful future, made them believe in divinity incarnate; that is YOU. Even if they haven’t met you, because they’re psychic anyway, they’ve always heard you from the other side. They feel you, they know you’re out there somewhere, and they’re already in Love with you, and they’re looking forward ever so tenderly to the day you’re unified in the physical.

VIBE: What You Don’t Do by Lianne La Havas

spiritual liberation by YOU – 4 of Pentacles

When you and your Destined Person meet for the first time, you may be a little awkward with each other. Not really knowing how to extend warmth or friendliness, this is mainly from their side, due to all the traumas and fears. But you blanketed them with your special kind of warmth that they couldn’t help but learn to trust you. It could be a slow and gradual process, but they’re healing themselves~ Slowly but surely, you carry them to safer, calmer waters.

With you, they feel certain and secure. Even if the whole world crumbles they’ll always have you and they’re happy with just that. This isn’t someone who needs a lot in Life. Just your company, affection, warmth; that’s all that matters in Life. They will love to cuddle and sing soft songs to you. Caress your hair on the sofa whilst watching your favourite movie. Holding your hand under the blanket whilst sipping on hot chocolate. They can be rather clingy, quite seriously😝

They will make a cosy home with you. Irrespective of the size of your house, it will be the warmest place on Earth to come home to. It’s always gonna be clean and taken care of; there’s always gonna be warm food on the table; a home that smells nice and peaceful. Even with just simple things, you and your Destined Person feel like all your material needs are more than met. A simple, peaceful Life that honours only the important things~🏡

VIBE: You’re The Only Good Thing In My Life by Cigarettes After Sex

The Future They Envision🔻💜

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Opulence

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Pile 3 – I Finally Grew Up Because of Your Light

DP’s caterpillar stage – Ace of Pentacles Rx

Your Destined Person is someone mature beyond their years, but not for the good reasons. They’ve been traumatised a lot in Life, which forced them to grow up real quick as a means for survival. Because they grew up too quickly, they often deal with a sense of being stuck in a rut. The problems they deal with are beyond the comprehension of their peers. Somehow, they find it really difficult to find help from anybody around them. They suffer from analysis-paralysis frequently.

When they were growing up, they were never crystal clear about where they were going or what they’re meant to do in this incarnation. They could’ve been erratic or had many dreams, goals, and started projects they could never finish. Because along the way their spirit became dejected after pursuing something unrelated to their heart’s true desires.

Your Destined Person is a walking paradox. There’s an element of wisdom and keenness developed beyond their years, but at the freaking same time, there’s a part of their psychology that’s heavily stunted. The skills and knowledge they possess were acquired as part of survival, so beyond that… there’s a lot of practicality they’re failing to grasp because they were never taught properly by a reliable adult. They literally had to learn everything themselves. They practically parented themselves. But how good of a parent could a child have been?

VIBE: Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

DP’s chrysalis phase – 8 of Pentacles

*this phase for your DP could start before or after you’ve met. If before, it was your aetheric spiritual connection that had led them to chrysalise themselves😉*

Being so lost practically their entire Life, your Destined Person only learnt to mature (the really hard way) after being touched by your essence. It was for you that they had decided to get their shit together. That now there’s something tangible, practical, reliable they could focus all of their Life Force upon for the sake of their own psychological maturing. It was deeply important for them to do this because they wanted to match your divinity.

During this chrysalis phase, every bit of their being was literally obliterated by God. Every cell had to melt and evolve into something majestic (a butterfly). They worked really hard to heal from the past and ready themselves for a future with you. It caused them so much heartache and physical pain. But it was all worth the trouble because you’re worth every cut on their heart.

This was a period they started the foundation of their personal goals and dreams. Might have distanced themselves from a lot of people who burdened them with a lot of negative energies. In the deepest corner of their heart, they knew nothing in this world is worth keeping if it ain’t bringing them to YOU. Whilst being in a chrysalis phase, they kept dreaming of you, yearning for you, praying for you, manifesting you~🎂

VIBE: Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex

spiritual liberation by YOU – 2 of Pentacles

Coming out of chaos to find balance. Your Destined Person is now able to stand confident on their own two feet. Through their own hard work, they’ve learnt a lot and quantum jumped into a full-bodied human being, if that makes sense. Your Love quite literally saved their sanity. You infused hope into their blood system because you believe in their innate goodness and natural capabilities. You may have heard them whisper through the aethers, ‘You saved me, my Love.’

2 of Pentacles being a baby energy gives me this feeling that they’re looking forward to so much more in a future with you. When they meet you for the first time, they know it’s only the beginning of a journey of a lifetime. They know they’re meant to build something together with you. Maybe an empire, a family, a legacy of sort. It may not always be peaches and cream when you’re building, but…

They levelled up as an individual and now they’re ready to take on the world. They’re literally ready for anything, really; as long as it gets them closer to a union with you. And whatever challenges are in store, they know they’re always gonna be able to weather whatever, because you’re right next to them, giving them that confidence boost. They’ve ceased being so unsure about themselves.

VIBE: M.I.A (feat. Jackson Wang) by Afgan

The Future They Envision🔻💚

DP’s sacrifices for YOU – Silver Physician (John Dee)

DP’s hopes and dreams with YOU – Priestess of Inspiration

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🎥 For Matt Murdock, said by the reader (because we all know Matt could sense these kind of things...and that he can't see lmao), "When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."

You Knew - [M.M.]

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: You grew up with Matthew, but how long have you loved him?

Word Count: 2.3k words

Content: Very brief allusion to sex at the end

( Masterlist )

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long but here you go. I hope you like it :))

I am slowly making my way through my asks, so I thank you all for your patience

Thinking back, you don’t think you’ve ever been happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, reading a book. Your legs were stretched out under a soft throw across Matt’s lap, while he was going over some case files.

He brought some tea to his lips and his other hand continued to run across the page. The afternoon sun washed him in a beautiful amber hue. You wish to cradle his face the same way the sunbeams did.

“What?” You blinked a few times before you realised Matt had said something. “You’re staring.”

You chuckled, knowing he wasn’t upset, merely teasing you. “It’s nothing.”

Matt only hummed and you went back to your reading. Well, you tried, but as you stared at the words, your mind drifted.

Saint Agnes was the only home you knew. You never knew your parents, only the sisters who raised you. The story of the child hero who lost his eyesight saving someone’s life was one all the children knew. Hell’s Kitchen didn’t get much good attention, so this kid was kind of like a symbol to you all.

You remember when Matt first arrived. He was quiet and kept to himself. Many of the other kids would whisper about him when he would pass and you knew he could hear it. Some of the boys complained about his nightmares, said he was possessed. You refused to believe that.

One day on the playground, Matthew got corned by two boys. One took his cane and when Matt pushed at them the other slapped him, his glasses flying off. You ran up to one of them and turned them around.

“What is your problem? Are you brain-dead? Is that it? What? Did you find out that even blind he’s at a higher reading level than you?” One of the benefits of growing up here: you knew everyone’s buttons and how to press them effectively. Bradley was practically a neanderthal. He was insecure about his intelligence and used brute force to get his way.

He turned on you but before he could even raise his fist Matt swung, knocking him off kilter. By then, enough shouting had happened to alert one of the sisters to the commotion and you were all escorted to Sister Mary’s office.

After that, you and Matt were thick as thieves. You were always getting into trouble. Kids could be brutal and you watched each other’s backs. You were more quick-witted while Matt was a better fighter. Together you made an unstoppable team.

But you both grew up. Matt left for college and you lost touch. You always wondered what had happened to him. You stayed close to home, you continued to do volunteer work at Saint Agnes. That’s where you met him again. You were delivering some donations from a clothing drive when you noticed Maggie slinking around.

Old habits die hard. You felt like a kid again as you followed her through the halls, speculating about where she was going. She was looking over her shoulder a lot, so it must have been something big. You wondered what the sacred sister was up to.

You heard her scold some children before they ran into the hallway. You caught them in the hall and asked them what was in the room.

“Some guy. We thought he was dead but then he woke up.”

“Yeah, he looks terrible.”

They took off when they heard other footsteps in the corridor. You hid behind a corner as another sister moved down the stairs.

Your feet carried you to the door, listening from just outside.

“I need to change your gauze,” You heard Sister Maggie say, “Preferably without you flailing around like an idiot.”

You heard clinking and a zipper. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by any of this. You were always pissed off. Of course, back then, you were just a boy who lost your eyesight.”

Your mind started spinning. A blind guy, hidden away in the orphanage? You knew it could be anyone but you couldn’t stop thinking it was him. It was obviously someone Sister Maggie knew. The description fit your old friend too well for it to be a coincidence.

You had seen in the paper that Matthew was a lawyer now, responsible for taking down Wilson Fisk. It seems over the years his wit had become more scathing. You were proud of his sharp tongue.

You enter the doorway, your curiosity getting the best of you. Your steps were quiet and both of them seemed too wrapped in their conversation to notice you. You looked over the body, though you couldn’t see the face.

“Congratulations. You finally caught me.” You knew that voice, you had heard it on the news. You stepped closer and his battered face was more than enough proof.

“Matthew?!”

You helped him recover in the church basement. You caught up on life and all that he had been up to. You listened to his self-pity monologues and his declarations against god. You were much more sympathetic to his righteous anger than Maggie was. You helped him set up his punching bag and kept him company. You even got to meet Karen, though the circumstances they were under were quite frightening and deadly.

Since Matt’s recovery and the revival of the Daredevil, you and Matt became a lot closer. You fell back into your old ways. You felt comfortable with him, like falling into a distant memory. You didn’t realise just how much you had missed him.

He introduced you to Foggy (and reintroduced you to Karen in a much safer and calm environment) and you were glad they were in his life. He seemed happy around them, less rageful than you remembered him.

Matt leaned on you a lot as he slowly brought himself back to life. You helped him clean his apartment, find a good Devil-to-Matt ratio, and process the betrayal he felt from Margaret’s actions.

Now you were dating Matt. You don’t really remember how it happened. One day you were friends and then the next you were sharing sweet kisses and holding each other as you slept. It was the most natural progression you had ever experienced.

You’ve never been happier. Matt was kind and sweet. He doted on you and made you feel special every day. Even in mundane moments like these, where he had to bring work home, he was still spending time with you.

As he was reading he was rubbing your leg over the blanket. He looked almost holy in the evening sun. Matt seemed so relaxed lately, it was a look you enjoyed on him. For most of your time knowing Matt, he was full of rage. But now, he seemed so warm. He was just so amazing.

In this moment you realised something. “I love you.”

Matt’s hand stopped on the page for just a moment, “I love you too.”

He said it so nonchalantly. As if he had told you this a million times, not like he was saying this to you for the first time. You sat up, shocked by his response. When you pulled your legs away from him he sat up straighter, a look of confusion on his face.

“What?” He asked you for a second time today.

You blinked at him dumbly as your mouth gaped like a fish. “Wh- eh- You…you love me?”

Matt's confusion melted into a blinding smile. “Yes. And you love me; have for a while now.”

He had to bite back laughter as you continued to gape at him. “But I’ve never said that before. How did you know?”

Matt grabbed your hand, “I’ve known since I met you.”

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” Matt did laugh at that.

“No, but you did.” You smacked his arm as he continued to laugh.

You think back to the first day you met. It was after the fight. You sat outside the office on a bench with Matt waiting for your turn for questioning. He was a mystery to you. He was normally quiet, keeping to himself. You were the same in that regard.

You preferred to stay in the background and learn from your environment. It had done you well. You wondered why Matthew had chosen to live in the background. You felt yourself worrying for him, closely eyeing his cheek where you saw a welt slowly growing.

You had to admit he was pretty. His features were soft despite the permanent scowl on his face. His hair was kinda shaggy and you thought his sunglasses were cool. You mentally traced the silhouette of his face.

Mathew was older than you by two years. He was a “big kid” and you wondered if he found you annoying. Many of the children here did. You played around with the idea of him becoming your friend. You weren’t sure what that would look like but you wanted that.

You felt your stomach twist when you thought about how he had fought for you. It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant feeling, but a new one. Something about this boy was magical. You wanted to learn everything about him: his favourite colour, his favourite book, his favourite toy. Maybe he didn’t play with toys at all. He was nine after all. You wondered what he did for fun, if not playing with toys.

Matt tilted his head and you wondered what he was thinking. You knew that was his confused/thinking face. A small smirk spread across his face before he turned to you. You held your breath, hoping he couldn’t feel you staring at him. You stayed that way for a while before he turned his head back to the wall, chuckling.

It hit you then. He was right.

“You smiled…” Matt’s laughter was calming down.

“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t believe this man.

“On that stupid bench…when I saw you I fell in love,” You laughed in disbelief. “And you smiled because you knew."

On his face was a similar smirk. Little Matty wasn’t as far in the past as Matt pretended he was. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at the man in front of you. Not when your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest. Trying to escape the confines of your ribs and land in the hands of the man you loved. The man you loved. The man you have loved since you were seven years old.

You brought your hands to his face and crumpled as you felt him melt into them. “You smug bastard.”

Matt chuckled, his unfocused gaze on you. “A smug bastard that you love.”

You chuckled as you brought your lips to his. It was soft, sweet. It was everything you needed. Matt’s hands rested on the side of your ribcage, his smile ever-present. You leaned back, breaking off the kiss but not going far.

“I love you, Matty.” You felt his hands fall to your hips.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He closed the space between you and this kiss was a bit deeper. You felt like you were on cloud nine. It all felt so surreal. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind and you pulled away. You laughed when Matt whined, chasing after you.

“Wait, I’ve loved you since we were kids. How long have you loved me?” A faint blush decorated Matt’s cheeks. He pretended to think about it and you smiled at his antics.

“Let’s see…I knew I loved you when you were sending me off for college. I remember you were trying your best not to cry. And you wouldn’t let me hug you until I was getting in the taxi because you said you wouldn’t let me go otherwise.” He chuckled at the memory and you felt tears pooling in your eyes.

“When we did hug goodbye, I found it much harder to let you go than I anticipated. It took all of my resolve to do so, and I released it was because I did love you.” Matt pulled you into his lap and you moved your hands from his face to wrap them around his neck.

“I don’t remember when I fell for you. Probably when we were teenagers. I don’t know for sure, though. I do know,” He said as he moved your hair out of your face before resting his hand in its place.

“That I have loved you for a long time. I don’t think I ever stopped. I know that I never will.” He swiped his thumb under your cheek, collecting a tear that had escaped.

“Alight, alright,” You said through a sniffle. “You win.”

He laughed, his smile creating wrinkle lines across his face. “Of course I do. I get to kiss you, hold you, and love you. Every day that I wake up in your arms, I am winning.”

You roll your eyes at him and call him a sap. “It may be sappy, but it’s true nonetheless, my love.”

You are absolutely positive he could sense how your body responded to the nickname. Nothing got past him. Not the way your breath caught in your throat. Not the way your heart beats harder. And certainly not the way your body temperature rises.

You felt his other hands trace circles on the skin of your hip. You weren’t sure when he had weaselled his hand under your shirt but you couldn’t be bothered with that. “You’re too cute…my love.”

“Matty…” It was a plea. You burned for him. You thirsted for him and knew he was the only thing that could satiate you.

“Yes, my love?” He teased.

He knew what he was doing. He was making you putty in his hands. You leaned forward and kissed him with hunger, with passion. It was words you didn’t know to say. It was feelings you couldn’t express. It was an encrypted message that you hoped he could decode.

He received the message loud and clear. “I say we take this into the bedroom and I can show you just how much I love you. How does that sound my love?”

Before you could even respond he was picking you up and carrying you across the room, your giggles floating through the air.

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alastxrs · 3 days

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Greetings, it's the person who asked who you would write to again!! Now that I have your confirmation, could I request a male reader when they are childhood friends with Dottore or Capitano (you can pick one of these two since I’m pretty indecisive lol) where reader is a sunshine sweetheart and the other is grumpy, quiet type, as they found reader annoying at first but still stick around since reader is their only friend, later they became boyfriends!! But then, reader gets into an accident that traumatizes them so the positive aura is no longer as their grumpy partner finally gets to see them again after many years apart and tries their best to get reader healed from their wounds again :]

I tried to be as descriptive as possible, and I hope you have a fantastic day!!

𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.

El Capitano hasn't seen great sunshine in someone for so long.

The only person he saw as the Sun was Y/N, his lover and childhood best friend who had stayed by his side for so long.

"Why are you still following me?!" Capitano frowned while looking at the smaller boy who just smiled at him.

The boy shrugged, "You seem lonely, I want to be friends with you!" he responded before he held his hand out. "My name is Y/N and I'm gonna be the one to stay by your side."

This kid was annoying but he would just suffer through it. Besides, having someone around was nice.

Capitano and Y/N were inseparable as children after that, their bond forged through endless adventures and mischief. From the moment they met, they knew they were kindred spirits, destined to be the best of friends which had slowly turned into lovers.

As youngsters, they spent their days exploring the winding streets and hidden alleyways of their hometown, their imaginations running wild as they embarked on countless adventures. Whether they were pretending to be pirates searching for buried treasure or daring knights rescuing damsels in distress, Capitano and Y/N were always at the center of the action.

Their friendship was built on a foundation of trust and loyalty, each one willing to go to great lengths to protect the other. They stood by each other through thick and thin, facing whatever challenges came their way with courage and determination.

But it wasn't just their adventures that brought them together; it was also their shared love of laughter and fun. Y/n was known for his infectious grin and mischievous twinkle in his eye, while Capitano had a knack for finding humor in even the most mundane situations.

Together, they were unstoppable, their laughter ringing out like music wherever they went.

The only person who can ever make him laugh.

As they grew older, their bond only grew stronger, transcending time and distance. No matter where life took them, they would always be the best of friends, forever united by the memories of their childhood adventures and the unbreakable bond they shared.

Y/N was his sunshine.

Capitano and Y/N stood under the shade of their favorite tree, the branches swaying gently in the warm breeze as they looked out over the rolling hills beyond. They had been friends for as long as they could remember and lovers for a year now, their bond stronger than anything they had ever known.

As they watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky, Y/N turned to Capitano with a soft smile. "Do you remember when we first met?" the (h/c) haired male asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Capitano chuckled, a fond look in his eyes. "How could I forget? You were the one who dared me to climb to the top of that tree," he replied, gesturing to the towering oak behind them. "And when I fell, you were the one who bandaged up my scraped knee."

Y/N smiled at the memory, reaching out to gently squeeze Capitano's hand. "We've been through so much together," he said, his voice tinged with emotion. "And no matter what happens, I want us to always stay together."

Capitano nodded, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I promise," he said, his voice soft but firm. "No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other. We're a team, you and me, forever and always."

With that, they sealed their promise with a solemn handshake and a kiss, their hearts filled with the certainty that their relationship would withstand the test of time. And as they stood side by side, watching the sun dip below the horizon, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as they had always done.

Yet, of course, the times changed.

The sunshine in someone can get destroyed when life decides that those with sun in them need to get destroyed.

Capitano wished he had been there to save his lover; the only person who supported him for becoming a fatui.

Except he couldn't even save him.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He rushed over to his fallen lover and he quickly took his mask off before he kneeled in front of his partner. Who had beaten his lover? There was not anyone around who would dare touch him knowing who the fatui member was.

His (E/C) colored eyes opened to stare at the bigger male, his lover usually smiled whenever he came home.

Now only stood a painful sad look on the smaller male's face.

Y/N leaned into his lover as he sighed, "I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough...I promise I'll get stronger." he spoke softly.

That had been the last time he saw his partner and of course the grumpy man missed his sunshine lover with all of his heart, he just needed to give space and he knew Y/N would come back to him.

The (h/c) haired man would come back stronger.

He did leave his smaller lover with a few things while he would be gone and he would stay in the frozen wasteland.

Capitano closed his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee slowly starting to doze off. He could only let his guard down when he felt safe or was with his partner, those days were rare.

It was boring without his sunshine.

They wrote to each other everyday but it wasn't the same as when they were together, he hoped the other person came back soon.

And just as he started thinking about Y/N, hands were on his shoulders gently rubbing them.

Of course, he thought it was his imagination because some days he dreamed of his partner next to him but the other usually never spoke.

"Missed me that badly enough that you still think I'm not here?"

That made his eyes widen and he quickly turned around to see the smaller male who smiled a bit at him. His heart was racing as he reached and gently caressed the other's cheek.

Y/N leaned into the giant hand as he moved one hand on top of his. "Yes, I'm actually here." he hummed as he looked at him. "I won't leave you that long again I promise."

Capitano still couldn't find his voice as he was lost in thought for a second.

Yet, of course, his lover was patient with him.

Finally, he leaned forward to kiss the other man on the lips and pulled the shorter man closer to him to keep him close. Y/N kissed back and wrapped his around the bigger man's neck as they pressed against each other.

It lead to them going to the bedroom and for them to throw clothes off of them.

Years without intimacy was fine for the two yet they just craved feeling each other's skin against each others.

They didn't care about having sex and that was not something they were going to jump straight into. They just wanted to feel the scars that were placed on each other's body, show each other bodies gentle touching and care.

Nobody was to disturb them.

They wanted time alone and that was fine.

Capitano would take care of Y/N for as long as possible.

For he had his Sunshine back.

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The Drop Outs

The original concept was that a boarding school was kidnapping selectively bred kids with powers, train them into being super soldiers, and abuse them into an unstoppable army

But many of the kids escape one night and learn to live together on an island

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Vade! Vade!”

The guns fired off into the inky dark night, bullets ricocheting against the trees. Others sunk deep into the bloody flesh of humans, who fell to the ground all void of hope of ever escaping. Duck, they said, for the guards aim for the head. Dodge, they said, the thick forest is your friend. Dive, they said, play dead and you may just live. The younger children listened as best they could: ducking, and dodging, and diving, so that they may survive the night.

“Vade! Vade!” A blonde girl, just reaching seventeen, was shrieking as loud as she could. She sprinted, bare-foot, through the forest as her wild curls flew behind her. The guards gladly chased her, shooting but finding that the blonde was faster. Every part of the forest looked familiar, adrenaline was her only guide. She continued to scream - Vade! Vade! - and everyone’s blood went cold when her screaming was cut off.

Several of the mice managed to find a large pond, seeming to surround the thick forest. A few of the older children started swimming with the younger ones on their backs. The youngers who could swim were afraid to do so, unsure if stepping into the abyss of the pond would be safer then simply hiding. There was no time to argue. A redhead teenager sent the others off, taking the terrified children away. The redhead found a small part of the forest that was overhanging the pond. He went down first, finding the section not too deep for most of the children, there were even large stones above the water. All the more cautious, the redhead held the two kids whose heads were over the water, covering the mouth of the one who cried.

The redhead near gripped the child’s mouth, firmly keeping them quiet as a gun went off above them. The small group jumped, latching onto each other, when the body of a little boy plunged into the water. The redhead bit his lip, praying to every merciful star in the sky to not be found.

“Aye, boss, do we grab the body?”

A familiar voice responded, one deep and sadistic: “What is a corpse going to do? Any power that kid might’ve had is gone now. Let’s leave the other bodies for the vultures. That’s the only good any of those kids bring is feeding the damn animals.”

“Say, boss, do you think Dr. Boham is going to be upset-” Voices began getting distant, much to the relief of the redhead. However, he refused to leave the overhedge. The redhead set the two children he held on some of the rocks. The crying little girl only sniffled now, a few bruises forming on her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” The redhead whispered, sitting down among the children. “Shh… shh… it’s okay… they’ll heal up, promise…”

The little girl clung to the redhead, crying into his shirt. He comforted her as best as he could, but it was in vain - the girl cried herself to sleep. The redhead looked among the other children, seeing the adrenaline fade from their eyes in exchange for exhaustion. Sleep, he told them, tomorrow is another day.

Blood was still soaking into the ground, crimson feeding the earth. The gentle dawn was met with bodies, haphazardly killed in no particular pattern. None were moved, yet all were cold. Down in the little overhedge, the redhead, still awake, stared out at the light blue water and fog. He was exhausted, but the idea that the children could fall in the water kept him up. So, he merely waited.

The redhead slowly blinked, the feeling of being detached from himself loomed. He was so close to graduating, and no part of him felt completely whole. He could barely grasp anything. The redhead glanced around all the children, never moving from his spot. His mossy green eyes looked down at the child he still held. Her bruises had darkened, becoming black and blue. Guilt swelled in him. It was the right thing to do, he knew that, they all would’ve been killed if he hadn’t - the redhead knew this. Yet that overwhelming feeling of guilt still presented itself. Was it truly the situation that made the girl cry? Or was it him?

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 4 months

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i remember someone asking you for the second years favorite out of itafushikugi but who do you think the trio’s favorite senpais are?

& who do you think the adults (nanami gojo shoko yaga) favorite students are?

I'm assuming we're talking about the sea glass gardens universe for this and not canon.

Megumi: Yuuta. No competition. I'm pretty sure this is straight up canon with his comment that Yuuta was the only one of his senpais that he actually respected. He and Yuuta have a special relationship, even if Megumi isn't aware of his Boyhood.

Barring Yuuta, Maki would be his favorite. They have identical bitch instincts and are always on the same wavelength. They wander the world as these beautiful judgmental assholes and it's their ideal existences. Soul siblings.

I see Maki as sort of slowly growing into her place as Megumi's family. At the start, neither of them were exactly looking to forge blood family ties, what with their history, but I think they both understand what it's like to have the Zenin lurking on your periphery in a way no one else does. They look out for each other.

Nobara: Maki. I also can't debate canon on this one. Nobara simply adores Maki. And has a crush on her the size of Jupiter. She doesn't know Yuuta and has sworn revenge on him for winning the last Goodwill event, so Yuuta's out of the running, and Panda and Inumaki are her constant torments.

Still, were it not for her appreciation for Maki as her senpai (re: rampant Homosexual Desire), I think Panda would be her favorite. They have identical asshole instincts, not that Nobara would ever admit it. Remember them teaming up during the Goodwill event? Nobara secretly has a soft spot for Panda, except for all the moments where she wants to beat him with a hammer.

Yuuji: I think it's actually Inumaki. Maki and him get on great because they both can compete athletically, but Maki's disposition is more suited to Megumi. She's harder for him to connect with for him on a personality level. Inumaki's also very athletically inclined, and I see them becoming jogging buddies now that Yuuta's in Africa.

I see Inumaki looking out for him a little when he first arrived, the way he did for Yuuta. Yuuji's not the sort to be phased by the difficulty communicating, and I think he respects the hell out of Inumaki as a jujutsu sorcerer.

If we count the Kyoto students in this, his favorite is Todo, but that may or may not be Stockholm Syndrome. He. He got swept up in it. It happened so fast. He doesn't know how this happened or if he's allowed to leave. It kind of scares him.

Yuuta is not even in the running for Yuuji's favorite. The thought of Yuuta torments him. He's just all sparkling and perfect in Africa, what with his curse-free existence and unstoppable power and having Megumi as his boy and what not. Just. Fuck off.

Adults

Nanami: He has no favorites. He cannot play favorites. He has raised one of these children, as adopted another, and has played a very large role in teaching a third. It would be wrong to select favorites out of them.

But also it's Yuuji.

It's not that he actually likes Yuuji better than Megumi or Yuuta or any of the others; it's more that Yuuji's his student. Megumi's practically a son to him, but Gojo was the one who took the lead on raising him and training him. And while he will always do his best to support Yuuta, by the time he met Yuuta, Gojo had already become the sort of adult pillar of support in his life.

Yuuji's the one he took the lead on training. He was there when Yuuji first had someone die, first had to kill. And Yuuji reminds him so much of Haibara that it hurts sometimes. He has a soft spot for him.

Gojo: Gojo will play favorites. It's Megumi.

Sue him. His kid is his favorite. That's his little boy. He watched him grow up from the angriest first grader he ever met to the angriest high schooler he ever met. He's always gonna have a bit of a soft spot for his Megs.

If he couldn't pick Megumi, it would be Yuuta.

Again, sue him for playing favorites, but Yuuta's someone he's just endlessly proud of. He watched Yuuta go from being curled up on the floor of an execution chamber to being the most promising sorcerer of the modern age. Yuuta really gives him hope for the future and the next generation. He just adores the kid.

Shoko: If we're talking sea glass gardens, I think Megumi would win by default just because she has less face time with the kids and Megumi is the one she helped raise. She's his wine aunt. She's always gonna wanna pinch his cheeks and harass him about his hair. But if he's out of the running, it's Nobara. She reminds her of her at that age. Mostly in the fact that she's endlessly suffering from her two idiot best friends's mutual homosexuality. Shoko relates to Nobara on a spiritual level.

Yaga: Panda. That's his little boy. I'm pretty sure this is canon too--Maki explicitly states that the principal plays favorites with Panda in JJK0. He raised Panda and thinks of him as his own son. He adores the kid.

If Panda's out of the running, it's Megumi.

This is also because he remembers when Megumi was a little kid. He didn't help raise Megumi the way the rest of them did--he got cut out after the Zenin incident--but he remembers before, when he was trusted with Megumi. A part of him is always going to remember Megumi as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk to read.

I also just see him as keeping more distance from the kids. he's not as actively involved in their teaching. it's partially an act of self protection to have distance--a lot of kids don't make it to graduation. So his favorites are going to be the one he spent the most time with--namely panda and Megumi, just by pure default.

#sea glass gardens #megumi sort of swept the competition but in his defense it's hard to beat being their literal child #he's had more /time/ to endear himself to them #he was the village baby okay #megumi's trapped in a nightmare #you know when you're in high school and you don't want anyone to know your dad's the english teacher #yeah so it's that but /the entire faculty/#all of these people raised him #even with yaga it's a problem #yaga remembers him as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk #but /megumi/ remembers hiding under his fucking principal's desk as a little kid and falling asleep cuddling one of his stuffed animals #his fucking principal carried him to a couch and tucked him in for a nap in childhood #he's in agony. he's going to throw himself off the gym building. someone sedate him. he needs to scream into a pillow.#100% of the tokyo jujutsu high faculty has had some kind of hand in raising him. they all have seen him in his pajamas. they have all seen #him when he was sick or upset or when he hit puberty and his voice started cracking #the annoying teacher that drives everyone nuts is the guy that raised him. his legal guardian. the one that makes his life a living hell #whenever anyone flirts with him. /their teacher/ gave him The Talk and there were absolutely terrible jujutsu metaphors involved #gojo devastated that his little boy is grown up: *reading religiously off cue cards* make sure you and/or your partner /cast/ a /veil/ to #help protect from any /curses/ escaping #Megumi in hell: you can just say condoms #Gojo who will cry: i absolutely cannot #he's doing his level best to keep yuuji and nobara in the dark but /all/ of his senpais know that he's gojo satoru's little boy. it's like #having the fucking sword of damocles hanging over him. he knows one day they'll tell the others and he'll be in agony #just put him down like a sick dog at this point he cannot stand this

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This has been stuck in my head ever since reading the little Jily/PJO mircofic by @alittlebitofeverything23 So, now I have to join in. With 600 words we also humbly offer this to @jilymicrofics though it might not quite fit a prompt.

Capture the flag was the highlight of camp activities and to James Potter, it was his whole life. He lived for the strategy and fights. It was thrilling! And as a son of Athena, he saw it as a way to honour his godly parent. Nothing quite came close to the pride he could feel swelling in his chest when they won. His offerings smelled extra fragrant on those nights.

He was one of the lucky ones. He had loving mortal parents who had always called him their miracle child. Their gift from the gods. They wrote to him and sent him care packages from home. Who had been sad to let him stay there when he got too old, too skilled. When dangerous things would come to interrupt their time together.

Then there was his brother for all intents and purposes. Sirius. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. Always by each other's side. Be it in battle or kitchen duty. They were half the noise coming from the Athena cabin and all the trouble.

Their third man came from the Apollo Cabin, shaggy-haired and warm like the sun itself. Always down for a laugh and best of all; remarkable foresight. Absolutely invaluable when planning anything. Where the other team went in blind, James trusted blindly in his friend's precognition.

Their quartet was rounded up by Peter, son of Demeter. Provider of snacks and deceptively sneaky despite his heavy footfalls. Always keen to listen to the whispers of the forest to give them an edge.

With the four of them, they never lost. Holding an incredible record of seven wins in a row. Until she showed up.

Lily arrived around the same time as them. But unlike the four boys remained unclaimed for a long time. Long enough that people started to speculate.

Some said she had to be a daughter of Apollo, picking up healing as easily as the senior campers. But Apollo never shied away from claiming his children. Especially not those as capable as her.

After hearing her scream and carry on at none other than James for pushing her into the lake, people decided Ares must be her father. The god of war did nothing, even when she broke James's precious winning streak.

Plenty of campers mentioned Aphrodite and Lily would laugh at them, flick her fizzy braids over her shoulder and walk away. A brave few even subtly asked Mr. D. why he had not claimed his daughter yet. But they would be laughed off the porch.

Whispers starting to go around the camp. Lily was a forbidden child, a daughter of Zeus himself. That is why she remained unclaimed. She was doomed to be Hermes's guest forever.

It was rare for a half-blood to be claimed by anything other than the Big 12. That no one seemed to figure it out, to see it coming.

Lily was claimed by Hecate. A child of magic itself. Fearsome on the battlefield and off.

To James, this meant one thing, and one thing alone. He needed her on his team. Partly because he believed that with real magic they would be utterly unstoppable. Which was accepted with a hum of agreeing voices during their strategy meeting.

Partly because he was convinced he could get the redhead to kiss him if she would only see how skilled he actually was. This he only brought up with his friends, who laughed at him.

Little did they know that, eventually, it was James who'd get the last laugh. Flag raised high in victory, he had captured it. Another victory under his belt.

Though no capture tastes as sweet as Lily who had captured his lips.

#jily #jily fic #james potter #lily evans #jily fanfiction #jple #percy jackson #pjo #crossover fic #jilymicrofics

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dairy-farmer · 5 months

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There's an old AU written here on Tumblr about Luthor being Tim's biological Father. Imagine Luthor encouraging Kon's incest kink. Of course the most perfect husband for his precious baby would be someone he made! It's not like Luthor can't help out in removing any faulty mutations that can arise in an embryo between two siblings. Their family would be unstoppable! Luthor was softer in that AU because of Tim's influence so he's not a major villain in this. He just likes to contradict Superman sometimes.

The JL gets a message from the watchtower that Luthor is there. They are met with Luthor and Kon. Luthor tells Superman to claim Kon as his kid so that Kon can marry his baby without people judging them. Superman is more mad that Luthor made a being from his DNA without his consent. Batman put a stop to that growing fight by asking why does Clark Kent/Superman need to be involved with his kid's marriage. Luthor braggingly replied that it's because Kon also has Luthor's own DNA. People would keep on digging on who got his approval to marry his tightly guarded treasure but no one would if they find out that Kon is the son of one of the people who likes to clash with him and then they could spin it as something like a Romeo/Juliet story with Superman/Clark Kent as the villain of course and he, the best father in the world being supportive. Everyone is horrified except Luthor and Kon, who had zoned out and had been listening to his little brother tease him. Kon can't wait for the wedding they've planned to happen in a few days.

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i think i've read that series!! where tim is raised by luthor and kon comes into the picture later on!!! the part of the trope that grabs my attention though is something more like this other fic where lex may have been tim's bio father. it's basically a mama mia situation but i'm imagining a scenario where accidental incest happens with tim and kon 👀👀👀👀👀.

neither of them know that they're biological half brothers and are together and fully in love and luthor, of course, being luthor figures it out! of course he could be an ass about it, throw a wrench in and ruin it for them but...he's also finding out he has a son and maybe he's feeling a little sentimental. he's old now, not as young as he used to be and maybe it gets to him a little. for the longest time his feelings on kon el have been changing because at first he was just an experiment, a product, an investment. but like he said, age has made him strangely nostalgic. realizing that both his children have chosen one another doesn't horrify him or gross him out the way it would for most other people. then again most other people are idiots.

finding out they're planning on getting married, that the two of them have made plans to tie the knot if what gets him up. his children are getting married, he's allowed to be a little emotional. lex is a planner and he's not about to let wayne be heralded as the generous patron to fund the largest wedding gotham's ever seen. so...lex might pull out some old tricks. old "supes" isn't as sharp as he used to be and he despises luthor on principle enough to do the opposite of what he wants. so if luthor slips some...subliminal messaging to push him into fully claiming kon as his son well than that was alright.

it sure is a heck of a shock when every newspaper in metropolis aside runs the story of luthor finding out he had a son and was planning on reconnecting with the child. the look on wayne's face when luthor showed up on his front steps was almost enough to make luthor want to snap a picture of it.

of course there are tears shed, mainly because his children seem to think they can't be together anymore and luthor's support of their relationship doesn't seem to help. the real objector is tim.

kon seems to have little issue with it and is just comforting his brother. while it may be invasive for a parent, luthor does keep tabs on kon's activity and is very well aware about his mild obsession with incest porn. if anything this was a dream come true for him.

however that doesn't halt the fact that there is the tiniest bit of chaos surrounding the wedding and how half of wayne's runts think the wedding won't happen. which is perfect because it allows luthor to swoop in (having booked all possible venues out for months so wayne can't even get a decent place in time) as the the father of the bride here to perform a miracle when his children realize they love one another enough to overcome this hiccup.

luthor has never been prouder

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #kontim

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So since William Joyce confirmed that Krampus does exist in the rotg universe, how do you think he should be portrayed if they ever made an rotg sequel? Personally I think he should be written jus like death in pib, an unstoppable force of nature villian. Or maybe seen as a villian at first, but then slowly as seen as some mysterious anti-hero. I’d like to see the movie explore north and Krampus’ relationship and how they met. Maybe there should be a movie short on who Krampus was before he became the Christmas demon.

From my understanding, Krampus was initially a creepy demon bound to serve the church, scaring or kidnapping children for the sake of obedience. This can be interpreted in many different ways for modern age, and also for a potential Rise of the Guardians sequel. Krampus could be a complex good guy, scaring children for fun but also because he knows a lot of them are brats who need a reminder to mind their manners. Krampus could also be a bad guy, chained and forced to terrify children for the sake of making sure they don't end up like him.

Maybe he's neither good nor evil and just hates bad kids.

Either way, I think North would be uneasy around Krampus.

In my head, I see Krampus as a carefree charismatic guy that took it upon himself to scare kids into submission, but North never asked him to. North often scolds him for doing it, insisting coal is a fine punishment, that kids don't need scaring, and his wonderful magical toys would be enough to change their minds into being good. Krampus disagrees and thinks North a sweet man, but naive.

Pitch and Krampus would probably hold respect for each other, but Pitch is probably annoyed Krampus piggybacks off North's belief since he comes hand in hand with the holiday. Krampus probably knows this and takes advantage; maybe he even snaps back cheekily at Pitch, saying Pitch stole Sandy's dreams and became the Nightmare King where before he was just the boogeyman so he too his piggybacking without realizing it. Pitch would be embarrassed and insist it's different. (Perhaps there's a small rivalry between him and Pitch)

Krampus knows he makes North and the other Guardians uncomfortable, but he doesn't care. If anything, he relishes their awkward fumbling and distaste for him. Krampus would be really physically friendly with people, very touchy, and because of that, Jack probably wouldn't like him. Krampus would act too friendly with Jack, thinking they're both pranksters keeping kids in line, but Krampus has Jack all wrong.

Something like that, maybe?

#rise of the guardians #rotg #william joyce #krampus #ask #text post

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Undead Unluck ch.198 thoughts

[Alright, Keep Your Secrets]

(Contents: speculation - Sun/Luna/Soul)

After last week's chapter, I imagine most of us were expecting this week's chapter to be about Top discovering his soul and pushing Unstoppable further than ever before. I at least thought we'd see a bit of a capstone of his story with Haruka and his mother's illness, his reconciliation with the fact that he needed the help of others to win the day and that he can't survive alone like he thought, and the determination to reach greater speeds because he knows that Haruka's armor will be there to catch him just like she did when they met

All of those would have made a great finale to this arc and Top's re-introductory storyline, but for whatever reason, that's not what Tozuka decided to do. There will likely be time for Top to wrestle with his demons next chapter, and Top worrying about going all out only to be reassured by a friend who can stop him at his fastest could end up feeling like a rehash of the Creed fight, so instead Tozuka chose to give us just a little teaser for what's to come now that souls have been officially introduced into the game

Soul's discussion with Luna is both extremely cryptic and illuminating. While we now know that there's a greater gap between Sun and Luna's goals than just a difference of opinion, we are somehow less clear on her goals in the first place than we ever were before

Once again, I think we may be operating under some kind of misconception. Beast told us that the world began with only Man and Earth, that human souls were placed on Earth by God. This tells us that after the Earth was (presumably) created by Sun and Luna, they created human souls to inhabit it, and that these souls came into existence with the birth of UMA Soul

However, Soul is now telling us that his creation granted people potential. This sounds like something that would have been a subsection of UMA Change's powerset, but no, it's Soul's purview. This suggests that souls themselves may have already existed prior to the Earth's creation, but Luna introduced UMA Soul to create rules and stipulations surrounding the soul that would encourage growth

"There isn't a single Rule in this world designed to aid your survival." That's what Beast said, but Soul is making it very clear that Beast isn't as in the know as he thinks he is. It seems like Soul himself is the Rule designed to aid humanity, the Rule that allows humanity to become more than a collection of disparate spirits floating around a molten dead rock. Whether Luna always planned for humanity to overthrow Sun or she just wanted to see something more interesting, I think there's a good chance that Sun wasn't pleased with this decision

This is likely where their goals split; Sun may have decided that the world was as it should be after introducing the souls to Earth, but Luna saw no meaningful future in that state, so she created a new lifeform, the UMA, to drive an ever-evolving, more lively planet. It was then that Sun retaliated - if Luna can make Rules, so can Sun. And so he did; Death, Change, Luck, Justice, War, all were created to torment and hold back the coming advancements of the world that threatened Sun's vision of perfection. Like children playing in the schoolyard, Sun just kept making up new Rules that continuously put Luna at a disadvantage. Whether they made a formal agreement after this on how to proceed with their wager or if they already had it and Luna broke it first, we won't know for some time, but I'm getting the impression that Sun isn't as petty towards humanity as we initially thought, rather he's petty towards Luna and using them as a proxy

Also, Soul's more amenable attitude towards Fuuko suddenly makes a lot more sense when you know that he was made by Luna - ostensibly, Sun is the one who told all of the UMA he created to make humanity suffer, but if Luna created Soul, he most likely never received that order. Soul doesn't seem to be rooting for the Negators or anything, but he also doesn't seem too invested in being their enemy. What part of Sun's agenda he plays, again I don't know, but his allegiances seem pretty different from everyone else's. He's not fighting so Sun can win, but he's also clearly not giving up any ground to Luna. Perhaps it's the fact that he doesn't know Luna's plot, so he doesn't trust her or Sun and is instead fighting for the sake of his UMA brethren?

I'm really hoping we don't have to wait too long to get more info here, because Soul and Luna are suddenly waaay deeper characters than they seemed to be in the beginning

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

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Wait, is that why he's Sun and not Sol?? So we wouldn't get Sol and Soul confused???

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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sukibenders · 7 months

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Sharma Family prompt suggestion

A Sharma family holiday fic with husbands and children, the sisters doting on each other’s babies and Mary as the matriarch… just some family fuzzy feels

Thank you xoxo

Thank you so much for the prompt! Now since you mentioned babies, I was toying between having Edwina be with Friedrich in this (as I ship them together) or having Mary, while holding Edmund, imagining Edwina having kids of her own, and I think I can fit both storylines. I know that you said holiday, but I changed it to Mary's birthday so I hope that's all right. I'm super nervous, as this is my first time writing for an ask, but I hope you like it!

The Bridgerton family's ancestral home of Aubrey Hall held an atmosphere of joyous momentum, lightened spirits and warm hearts flooding the halls as the members of the household flocked every corner. It was the Viscountess Bridgerton's dear mother's, Mary Sharma, birthday and had been a long awaited event of celebration for the family. Though Mary had been very adamant on not wanting to trouble anyone even with the special day, her daughters had been most insistent and had dragged many of the other Bridgertons into it. Anthony had proclaimed very vocally that they were family following a few years after he and Kate were wed, and hoping to clear out any doubt of belonging with the Bridgerton family from Mary's and, when the awkwardness between them had settled, Edwina's minds.

They were family, and deserved to be celebrated on special days such as birthdays.

Violet was ever most excited for the celebration, having come to find herself considering Mary as one of her closest friends during their time together, spending hours upon hours talking away over tea from the lives of their children, their desire for more grandchildren to spoil, to the gossip of the Ton (though amongst anyone but themselves or Lady Danbury, they would pretend to hold little interest). Practically attached to Kate's hip, the pair were an unstoppable force as they had set plans for the event in motion long before they had even reached Aubrey Hall.

Mary could only laugh sweetly as she watched those she had come to view as family and taken into her heart hurried around to prepare final details, all for a celebration just for her. She could recall birthdays, her own, being one of little joyful experiences given the nature of her parents. Always so serious, hardly ever allowing for her to have a moment to feel any sort of excitement towards her special day. It wasn't until she met her love, the most wonderful man to ever grace the Earth, that she began to change her views toward her birthday. And that new view fell onto their daughters, who would only know happiness and love on their birthdays and never anything else. Mary nearly felt like bursting into tears then and there as she watched Kate, from her hidden spot as to avoid spoiling any surprises, discuss adamantly with the staff on the arrangement of flowers that she knew her mother would love most so.

While there would forever be moments of hurt and sadness that had left Mary clinging to her eldest daughter, to lift the great burden from her shoulders that she was never meant to carry, there would be moments of endless delight and amity as she and Kate were now closer than ever, and growing more and more as the years went by. When she had discovered that Kate was with a child, her first, Mary could not help but be elated. However, upon seeing the hesitant look in Kate's eyes, she swallowed her own feelings and sought to provide comfort that her daughter had so desperately needed. When Kate had asked for her to be by her side during the delivery, Mary simply smiled warmly as she held every intention of being there for her daughter.

A small whine drew Mary's attention to the toddler in her arms, the product of Kate's and Anthony's love and the newest piece within Mary's heart. Edmund was only three and yet had Mary wishing that she could slow time, and keep him small forever. He had once held a ball of energy earlier in the day, only growing more and more when Friedrich appeared and swept him under his arms. The boy had been most fond of his uncle, and the pair had nearly toured the whole gardens before returning inside with, surprisingly, little stains from their adventure (Kate had Friedrich to thank, as the idea of having to bathe her energetic son was the last thing on her list).

Though Edmund's childish glee quickly became bashful when he tucked himself into his aunt's arms, peering up at Edwina with such innocent eyes that it nearly had the latter swooning. Kate had commented that she had a hunch that, once Edmund had been born, he would be spoiled rotten by just Edwina alone to which the princess had smiled cheerily and blew a series of wet kisses onto her nephew's round cheeks. With Friedrich in the picture, Mary had mentioned, the level of presents that her grandson had regularly received would double.

Whispering softly into her grandson's ears, she rocked him gently and watched as his long lashes flutter before he fell into a slumber against her chest. Anthony had offered to take the young boy from her, worrying that his boundless energy may tire her, but Mary had shook her head. "I had to raise Kate and Edwina, trust me, Edmund is a piece of cake compared to the two of them, especially when they started scheming with one another."

Anthony shook his head fondly. "Believe me, I've come to find that out. Those two are bound to come up with something if you leave them alone long enough."

"Is that so?" Came a voice. Anthony blanched but Mary could merely chuckle as Kate moved over to the pair, placing a loving kiss of her son's hairline and smiling warmly at her mother before regarding her husband with a raised brow. "You were saying dear husband?"

As Mary stared down at the sleeping boy as his parents playfully jested with one another, but couldn't help but trail her eyes toward her youngest, Edwina. Her sweet girl, who overcame such a challenging period in her life during her first season and those following, a period in which Mary had feared her daughter would never escape. But Edwina was always strong, both her girls were. And when Edwina had caught the eyes of a prince who, at first had left Mary on the fence as, even with his charm and respectful demeanor, her protective instincts kicked in and left her seeking nothing more than to hide Edwina from the world. It wasn't until she had witnessed Friedrich so fiercely defend Edwina from cruelty that she had a change of heart. Mary told him this at the wedding, and Friedrich had simply kissed her cheek and promised to protect and defend Edwina with everything he had, as well as love her as she deserved. It was second nature, he had said, like breathing.

When she looked at Edwina, carrying a sense of peace within herself that she had nearly lost, sharing such loving graces and glances with Friedrich, Mary could only wish that her own love was there to see how happy their daughters were. Hugging Edmund closer to her chest, Mary sighed fondly as she imagined another little pair of feet following after him, whether a boy or girl she could care less, but Mary hoped that they would have Edwina's sweet smile and doe eyes, as well as their father's head of curls and freckled cheeks. Such a cute baby the pair would have, Mary was sure but held small uncertainty with bringing up the fact with her youngest, who had found herself struggling with conceiving. She could remember how a downcast expression had been a more common sight on a usually more cheerful Edwina and it left Mary wanting nothing more than to wash it away.

"If I had to wish for something most dear," Mary had thought, "then it would to be for Edwina and Friedrich to be blessed with a gift such as I have had, all those years ago."

She could wish.

Mary furrowed slightly as she watched her youngest and son-in-law in question as they moved to a secluded corner, attempting to move away from any curious eyes. She had noticed how Friedrich had, after greeting all in attendance and charmingly waving off her protest at all the gifts he had brought with a simple kiss to her cheek and boyish wink, remained ever close to Edwina's side for most of the day save when she was beside Kate, who studied her sister with a curious eye. It wasn't necessarily unlike the prince to be so close with his dear princess, but Mary held a suspicion when she noticed Edwina only nibbled on small foods and drank tea with a subtle hint of ginger.

A small flutter of hope birthed in Mary's chest, and as she watched Friedrich gently place his palm over Edwina's stomach, eyes alight with a similar look that Mary's love had held when he had found out she was carrying, tears of pride and happiness bore from Mary's eyes even as she tried to swiftly hide them, for even though this was the best present that she could ask for, she would wait until Edwina was ready to share.

Her parents made her despise her birthdays. Her husband made her find joy in them. And her daughters, her beautiful and precious daughters, made her feel intense love that she would cherish to the end of her days.

"Mama," a series of hands grabbed her shoulders and Mary snapped out her daze to see her two girls sitting on either side of her, worry painting their expressions as they brushed crestfallen tears from their mother's face. Anthony and Friedrich stood before her, boh wearing looks of worry as Kate asked. "Are you all right?"

"Are you feeling ill?" Edwina nurturingly placed her hand against her mother's forehead, only to frown. "You don't feel warm."

Friedrich stepped forward, ducking his head slightly. "Would you like for Anthony and I to bring you something, ma'am?" At that, Anthony looked nearly ready to bolt for the nearest horse and ride to find the closest doctor when Mary had quickly waved them off, trying to smother their worry.

"Please, please, don't fret," she sent Friedrich a stern but soft look. "I thought I told you to call me mama?"

Friedrich only smiled at her words, forgetting in his concern for her, bowing his head in apology. "Forgive me. But, are you well?"

Mary reached to grab both her daughters' hands, all while still holding a sleeping Edmund, leaning to rest her head on Edwina's shoulder. "I am the happiest that I could ever be, and then some."

Kate and Edwina shared a knowing look, quickly reassuring their husbands that there was nothing to be concerned about before leaning into their mother's side.

#bridgerton #edwina sharma #kate sharma #mary sharma #the sharma family #sharma family prompts #anonymous #forgive any mistakes or grammatical errors as grammarly took a break 🙄

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AND She Got Away with It.

PROLOGUE

Bianca was so tired of everything. She loved her husband and child. She loved her seemingly perfect life with the picket fence and the manicured lawn. She even loved the problems that arise with that much wealth and prosperity. After all, what better way to brag to people that she had more money than they did?

But regardless of how grand and wonderful their lives seemed to the average looker-on; cracks were clearly present in Bianca’s life. She hated those cracks like she hated the wrinkles around her laugh line and smile. Thank God she never truly smiled, or she’d also have crow’s feet. Then again, nothing was ever really good enough for Bianca.

She was at her wit’s end. The mundane world of being prim, proper, and perfect caged her creativity. Her husband didn’t appreciate her. Their only child, a daughter who was beyond spoiled, didn’t appreciate her either. She tried. She really tried.

She gave those two the best of her. She sacrificed and put herself dead last if you asked her. But others would say she never did enough. She always appeased her husband, and she always went above and beyond for her daughter. But that was never enough. She could never be enough.

No matter how perfect she tried to be, no matter how much shit she took from her husband and daughter, she truly kept trying to make it work for the longest time.

When the local news first arrived at the crime scene, nobody ever expected that something so horrifying could happen in their little town. That’s a story as old as time, though, isn’t it? Small town people with big city egos always seem to get the headlines with these kinds of stories.

All the authorities knew from the crime scene was that her husband had been shot in the head, repeatedly. Her daughter hadn’t been home, as she was out of town looking at colleges with her boyfriend. Had she came back that night like she promised her mom and dad, her daughter would’ve been home. She would’ve been slaughtered, too.

At the center of the tragedy was a mother and daughter lost for words as to why anyone would want to brutally murder -no, execute – their beloved father and husband. The detectives had no leads, they whispered. But they told the news it wasn’t a threat to the community. How did this even happen?

CHAPTER ONE- WHEN BIANCA MET CHRIS

Bianca and Chris were inseparable from the day they met. Chris was in the military, and Bianca was spinning her wheels working fast food. She loved to have fun, and he loved that about her.

They met when she was in high school. Chris was much older than Bianca. She was six teen, and he was thirty-seven. It was love at first sight, really. Chris had been working for a company called Clark’s that tested coal samples. He was going through a separation with his wife, and he was struggling.

Bianca started working at McDonald’s the weekend she turned sixteen. She was raised by two parents who loved her but didn’t know anything about anything. She was always a smart girl, and it showed in her work ethic. Anyone who knew Bianca loved her. She was charming and kind, and she had a way of making others feel special around her.

Some say it was fate when he came into the drive thru that morning and saw her. Others would later say that it was her big tits and magnetic smile that got her everywhere she ended up. Once the wheels were set in motion, though, it didn’t matter. Chris and Bianca would become what many saw as an unstoppable couple.

Their relationship was almost doomed from the beginning. You see, when Chris met Bianca, he failed to mention to her that he had a wife and children at home...

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latinapoetbts · 6 months

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I Miss you when the lights go down

The warriors private formal was only one time a year and something we could enjoy and relax, cut loose and no one would care. Because every soul present would be returning if even for a night, to a time of youth, a time of innocence and naitavie. Youthful risk taking carefree times with no war of the worlds looming. A time that just for a few hours we could all feel free of our warrior training, hours, days and years of learning to kill by flight, by weapons, by knives and hands. I wanted it all, I wanted to feel carefree, take all the risks, and feel loved even for a night. Loved with no strings attached. But I wanted it all with him. I was beyond happy that he had decided to come after all.

Him. Kim Taehyung, 1st Class Top Rank SF (special forces) Aviator from KorifilKan. I had started a professional warrior relationship with 1st Class Aviator Kim 3 years ago. I was 24 at the time when I was selected for the co-op warrior fellowship planet program, he was 21 when I met him. The COWFP program was designed to combine our planet's military force with neighboring plants in The Fellowship. Top Class Squadrons from each specialized unit from our planets participate in the military exchange in order to strengthen partnership and unify our militaries in the event of invasion. It was essential for us to know how to work together to defend our home planets. It was an honor to serve and protect our home planets and The Fellowship. I was a 1st Class Top Rank SF Aviator from my home planet of Soranifet. I spent two years in KorifillKan’s Aviator program learning their flight maneuvers and learning how to operate their flight crafts, civilian and military crafts. I learned how to execute offensive and defensive war strategies alongside Korifillkan warriors. It was two years I spent living with and alongside 1st Class Aviator Kim. He had then spent nearly two years in my home country learning from our Aviation team. I tried to keep my heart at bay but it was devastatingly difficult. Although it certainly wasn’t forbidden for us to fuck one another it was understood for us to not form romantic relationship with those from other neiborbing planets who served and commanded military forces. But we could fuck all we wanted. They had ensured that we could not reproduce while we served in the military. Women's eggs were frozen and tubes temporarily tied. Men were provided with temporary vasectomy and an option to freeze sperm. They wanted to ensure if we wanted to have children after our time served that we could.

So yes I had done plenty of fucking during my time served but I knew I couldn’t cross that line with him. I knew for me it would never be just sex. It would never be just fun or stress relief. I knew if he touched me, if he kissed me, if we fucked, I’d loose my sanity. I knew I’d let cities burn to the ground before I’d ever let him leave my side. So I settled for a deeply connected friendship and tightly woven weaponized partnership. We had become so nsync we were an unstoppable pair. Whether it was hand to hand combat, on the ground rescue mission, arms fight or aviation. We were an undefeatable match. I remember how we started, as a top class competitor's battle for top dog position in all battle areas. Sometimes he was number one and number I, number two, the rolls flipping back and forth. The need to bring him into submission to prove I was number one slowly transformed into a deep sensual tension I often just barely could keep from erupting. It was at the year and a half mark I noticed my change of feeling towards him starting to grow on me and my heart became soft for him. I hated myself for it but I just couldn't control what my heart wanted. All I could do was mask it for as long as I could. There were 10 months left in his 2 year program here with me. I hated to even think about how fast the time would go. Once the two years were up he would be required to return to his home country to complete his military duties there. I knew he wanted the life of a warrior, that he would more than likely retire as a high ranking commander. I knew I would not be continuing once my 10 years were up but I wasn’t sure what I would be doing career wise afterwards with my life, but the thing I knew I wanted the most was a family. But right now I didn't care, I just wanted to enjoy the time I had left with Tae Hyung.

THE Warriors BALL:

It was my first time attending the ball because normally I would hang with the other few aviators who were not interested. I was interested but because Tae never went I also stayed behind to spend time with him. But this time I wanted to go and I told him I wanted to give it a try and suggested he should come too, just once. Last minute he texted me telling me he’d be there.

I tried not to appear as if I was waiting for someone because I knew there were others who suspected I might have feelings or teased behind our backs because of how well we worked together. The rummer was if we were not fucking then we were telepathic. No one ever said the rummer to are faces because we both would not stand for that talk as high ranking aviators. However, I often wondered if he could see through my front and if he did he never treated me differently but tonight I was determined to overcome the only fear I had. The fear of facing his rejection because tonight I was determined to make a move. I was going to risk it all and I wasn’t going to waste a moment longer. I wanted him and tonight I would do whatever it took to have him.

I had downed a few more drinks to make sure I was feeling more confident. When I arrived I felt awkward because I never dressed in the type of outfits that other aviator women wore who were more bold and in touch with their femininity. This was a bit for me and a fellow female aviator helped me select something sexy and elegant. It was uncomfortable because I felt exposed and noticed how my fellow male soldiers eyed me up and down wherever I walked. I needed air. I walked to the balcony that connects to the formal hall. I wanted to be out of view of the entry to ensure Tae Hyung didn't find me looking longley at the entrance waiting for him. I leaned over the railing and allowed the air to caress my face as I gazed down the side of the 20 story building.

“Did you get tired of waiting for whatever loser who asked you to be their date because they thought it would help them get between your legs?” Damn, was he here this whole time I wondered. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He looked fucking beautiful. No, no, he looked like a fucking sex god in a well taylored suit. I swallowed, feeling heat rising at my core. Every cell of my body wanted him.

“Here, I know it’s your favorite”. I grabbed the drink from his hand barely holding back a gasp from just the sight of him. I tried to think of something witty to say. Finally my brain started to work. I observed his gaze on me, his eyes blazing like burning amber, they looked almost hungry.

“First of all no losers are allowed the privilege to explore any part of me clothed or unclothed. And second….” I took a moment to down the drink, my eyes connecting with his as I watched his eyes raked my body head to toe.

“The only man I want between my legs tonight…” I blinked slowly as I closed the foot between us and grabbed his whiskey on the rocks from his hand, throwing my head back, finishing his drink in one go. I placed the glass down on a table to the left of where we stood, never breaking eye contact as I leaned forward ghosting my lips over the shell of his ear, stop being a coward and say it, I heard my heart speak.

“Is. yoo–”. I was forced speechless as I felt his hand grip my hair yanking my head back while turning it towards him crashing his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue dove in entangling itself with mine in a sensual duel. I felt as if I was on fire by the heat that emanated from the two of us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, the fingers of one of my hands weaving in with his soft curls drawing him into me. I felt his grip on my hair soften as his other hand ran down the curve of my hip and ended with a rough grasp of my ass. I could feel him pressing my body hard into his chest smashed together and our lower parts just not close enough. I needed him and now. I could feel myself growing wetter as our moans melded into one. I’d let him fuck me right out here on the balcone. I had wanted him for over 2 years and won't dare let this chance to feel him inside me tonight go.

I moaned in frustration when he broke our kiss but was pleased at his lips' relocation to my neck. I felt the tingle of pleasure surging through my body as he feasted sucking and licking at my neck. I whimpered with desire and could feel how wet I was between my legs. He guided us towards the wall of the balcony and away from the entrance back into the main hall, keeping us in the shadows where no one could see us. The cool touch of the wall against my shoulders was refreshing as my body burned with deep desire for him as I arched my back. He pulled away from my neck, his eyes taking in my face, his lips pink, wet, and flushed, I couldn't help myself but draw him into me. This time he led me in a sensual, slow wet kiss that had my knees buckling. He drew me closer to him, his hand groping my ass even harder. I thrusted my hips into him feeling just how hard his cock was as he ment my hip thrusting with his grinding. I wanted out of this fucking dress that was in the way of my feeling his skin. He continued to guide this slow sensual pace of our tongues caressing one another as he parted my legs with his knee, the slit of my gown widening. He placed his knee right on my heated wet center as he grinded into me. I was coming undone. I reached down grabbed my dress to split the slite then guided his hand from my ass to my throbbing dripping cunt, pressing his finger to my lace.

“Touch me please. Please Tae–. I need you.”. He immediately began rubbing the pads of his fingers firmly against my wet clothed cunt.

“Y/n, yo–ur so fuc—king wet. What a fucking sl—ut you are for m—e. I bet— you—d let me fu—ck you right—here—and n—ow…” he enunciated between his mouth marking, bruising my neck as I rutted against his fingers which had long since move my panties to the side, inserting two long digits in and out. The sensual squelching sounds of his fingers against the wet walls of my pussy and the sounds of his tongue lavishing my neck left me weak in the knees.

“Ye–ss, Ta–e, you can fu—ck me any–where, go ahead—fu-ck me..ha–ve me… uhgh–”. He pressed harder into me feeling my body go weightless as my legs began to give out. I was in pure bliss and could feel my orgasm approaching, it was becoming difficult to muffle my moans. He takes my mouth once again as he picks up the pace with his fingers. I do everything I can not to cry out, I grab on to his wrist. He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine, his fingers slowing down in pace, my legs quivering.

“Fuck. I can’t stand not hearing you. I want to hear scream my fucking name”. He grunts and pulls my head back harder. I whimper and squeeze my pussy against his fingers.

“Please, tae, I need you. Don’t stop…”.

“No. I want to hear you, I want to tear this fuck dress of your body and eat you… come…lets get the fuck out here…”. He releases my hair, his fingers still deep in my pussy, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

“I’m going to take you to a place where I can fuck you until you can’t walk and were you can scream my name. And, I’m going to give you the best fucking orgasim of your life that no one will ever be able to compare, ever.” he continues pumping his fingers in and out, edging my orgasm.

“That’s what you want isn’t it my fucking slut”. He bites into my neck sucking as a cord snaps inside me and I cream all over his fingers grunting as my body seizes against him. He releases my neck and loses his hold on me as his eye bore into mine with such intensity. He brings his fingers that are drenched in the juices from my organsm into his mouth licking and slurping them clean. He comes for my lips again, I moan tasting myself on his tongue, he releaseins my lip with pop. My chest heaving.

“Come, YN there is going to be plenty more of this, I’m not done with you yet.”. My mind was in a haze of pure bliss, all I could do was smile in my buzzed fucked out state, buzze and high off my orgasim. I’d fucking follow him anywhere. “Yes, sir.” I fixed my dress as much as possible as he took my hand in his and briskly walked out the front entrance. I couldn’t wait for his dick to be balls deep in any place in my body though I could receive him.

Part 2 coming out soon!

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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To Be Young And In Love

A Reggie Kray X Florence(FemOC) One-Shot

***SMUT***

A/N: Hi everybody I hope you are all doing good and I am back once again today with another One-Shot of our favorite lovely gangster prince Reggie Kray. This one has been on my docs for a while and this short story it just popped out in my head this is the final result and I hope you all like this new One-Shot. Again guys thank you all for the support and as always please comment and reblog please It'll mean a lot for the blog and for me as well. You guys rock so much and thank you all for the amazing support. Enjoy this new lovely shirt story of Reggie and Florence and I'll see you in the next one guys. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON??? X 👈(If you want to share a lemon sherby with him? 🍬💗✨

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!!: Lots of Fluff, and A Bunch of SMUT, SMUT, SMUT!!!

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It was finally the day that Reggie got released from prison as Florence was waiting patiently at the front gates. She was very desperate to have him in her arms once again since it has been almost 5 months since he left to do his sentence. Ever since that day, he said his goodbyes to Florence. She couldn’t really sleep for days. The silence that surrounded her room only made her go mad at his touch and his warmth.

Reggie would, however, send her letters almost every day when he would get back in his cell writing to her about how much he misses her touch, her smooth skin, her eyes, lips, everything. He would, after writing two pages would end with a small yet romantic poem every time he would sign in the end.

“With Love, Reggie.”

It only made Florence’s heart flutter with radiance, pressing his letters against her heart after reading his words of compassion and alienation. Florence met Reggie when they used to go to school together, back when they were just teenagers. He was friendly and kind to her whenever Reggie would say hello to her or pass her by. But something about him attracted Florence very much that she felt she was with him. Sometime later, after they both graduated from school, he then got himself in the gangster business while Florence became a nurse around Haggerston. She loved her job very much, seeing that she liked to help people that needed it the most, especially with children. Reggie, however, was known for something more notorious than a man like him. He was a gangster of all East London, along with his older brother Ronnie who both brothers were unstoppable and very ruthless. Florence has heard about Reggie in the newspapers and it shocked and surprised her. She never thought to see or hear Reggie become such a famous and well-known person. However, he never stopped thinking about Florence ever since the day they last saw each other at school. So one day he paid a surprise visit to where Florence works and it made her heart stop when he saw him that day. She felt nervous as her hand's sweating, seeing how handsome and fine he looked in the wonderful black suit he was wearing.

“Ello darlin, do you still remember who I am or you have forgotten about me already?” Reggie ask her, seeing that she was still in shock to see him at her workplace.

“Of course haven’t forgotten about you Reggie, it’s good to see you again. I have to say you’re looking rather dashing today. How have you been dear?” she said while giving him a tight gentle hug around his buildup body, catching a pleasing scent of his cologne. “Oh my god Reggie, did you start to workout or something? Your body feels wonderful and strong. What is your secret?”

“My secret love? Hehe, well, just eatin’ good and boxing you know, and I have to say so myself you look lovely as I last remembered seeing you back in school. You haven’t changed a single bit,” Reggie said as he took in her hands and made her slowly twirl around, making her chuckle at his silly comment.

“Ahhh, so you're saying I’m not an attractive woman is that it Reg?” she said giving him an arched eyebrow at him which he just chuckled at.

“When have I ever said you are not attractive, eh? But I am serious love, you are gorgeous like the first time I met you that day,” he said, placing his hands on top of her shoulders.

They went out on a date after he visit her at her job, not knowing what to expect of this new Reggie. It was a very wonderful evening with him as they ate at a very high-end French restaurant. Florence didn’t really mind how much Reggie was showing off in front of her, what matter the most to Florence was being able to spend some time and catch up with Reggie knowing what he does for a living now. She didn’t see that gangster person who she has been reading about in the newspapers, she only saw that same cute-looking boy she has had a crush on for a very long time. For a young and lovely girl like Florence, she has never felt such an enormous feeling of love for someone like Reggie. To be someone so young and in love with someone like Reggie, she felt like he was sent from the heavens. She felt like she was the luckiest girl alive to have met someone like Reggie. And so that same night, she confessed to Reggie her feelings for him. To her surprise, he also felt the same way for her and he asked her to be his woman and will treat her with many riches and vast wonders that he would give her in a heartbeat.

“I would love to be yours forever Reggie, just… I’m nervous to lose you since you are a famous gangster around these parts. And I’m afraid that some of the other gangs want to kill you and I don’t know if…,” she trailed off while Reggie cupped her chin with his right hand.

“Love, known of those things, scares me. What I am more concerned and worried about the most is you. If any twat ever gets near or touches you even for an inch, they are dead. You are my responsibility and yes, I am a gangster, but that doesn’t change the fact that my love for you has never faded away. And now that you are here with me, I am grateful to have you here in front of me and in my life. I will always be there for you to protect and give you all of my compassion and my life for you. Even if it means anybody tries to kill me to save you, I love you, Florence,” he said, lastly placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

Florence smiled at this as she returned the gesture to his plump smooth lips of his saying “I Love You” in return. And so, from that very night, they both weren’t inseparable wherever he went. She followed. Even if it meant she had to come along with him to his ‘business” meetings, where she also had a brother and sister bond with Ronnie. She was at first very unsure about Reggie’s older brother since he as well as “The King” as he says of East London. But after getting to know him better, he was an interesting character and Ronnie also had a soft spot for Florence out of all the women around their hometown.

“You know somethin’ Florence yea? You and my brother are lovely together considering that I don’t have any attraction toward women. But you are still a good one, no matter what. You treat him good as much as he will do. Because he never stops thinking or talkin’ about ever since we left school. He said he would be more than happy to marry you. That’s what he said to me one time. And I have to say righ’, that wanker should,” Ronnie said to her one time when they were at the Esmerelda Barn one night later.

This fluttered Florence’s heart never thought that Reggie had already planned to want to marry and be with her since they both were still at school. Before he could propose to her that same night, Albert told Reggie that he had to serve some time in jail, which upset him very much. Both Florence and Reggie did, however, spend a good amount of time dancing, drinking, laughing, and being with each other for one last time. Florence didn’t have a clue that Reggie had to serve his time until the end of the night when they had sex for the first time together in 3 months. She was, of course, devastated when the next morning rose. She felt the side of the bed that they shared was empty.

While Reggie was away, Ronnie took over The Esmeralda Club, knowing she would have to be there to watch over Reggie’s older brother. Hoping that he didn’t screw up or do something that would make his younger brother upset after he comes back from prison. In no time, however, that fuck up quickly came true after Ronnie made the worst decision he could. Knowing it would make her beloved infuriated once he sees what Ronnie Kray has done to the club.

Once the front gates to the prison opened, Reggie appeared in front of Florence’s sight. Without a single constraint on herself, she ran her way to hug him with a few tears of joy glistening over her dark green eyes. Reggie caught her mid-way as he lifted her from the ground, twirling her around in a circle, making her yelp and giggle at the same time.

“There she is, me favorite woman in all of East London, in all of her fuckin’ beauty. How have I missed you, my dear Florence,” Reggie said, placing a kiss on her pink thin lips, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

“I have also missed you very much, my sweet prince. Oh, my god, your face. Look what they have done to you, those bastards,” Florence said in a furious tone, caressing his smooth left cheek.

“Darlin’ that shouldn’ matter anymore. Don’t waste your anger on these coppers. Now, what do you say you and I get out of here, yeah? I am hungry for somethin’ special, if you know what I mean, love,” Reggie said with a cheeky smile to his girl, adding a sly wink in the end.

“I thought you would never ask my handsome gangster.”

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Once they made it back to Reggie’s flat, luckily the place was empty and quiet from the inside. And not long before he shut the door behind him, Reggie placed a hard kiss on Florence’s lips. His hunger for wanting to taste those lips for so long was happening right in front of him. Their kiss became deeper than their tongues twirled together in unison while Reggie hoisted Florence up from the floor. Pinning her hard against the wall, letting out a hard groan between their lips. Florence then undid his black lace tie as Reggie massaged her round buttocks under his rough, muscular hands. A moan escaped between her lips as she leaned back, a smile formed on her face.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long my Reggie, take me now my naughty devil,” Florence said seductively, licking his thick lips that made him go even madder than before.

Reggie closed the gap between them once more than he lifted her white long sleeve blouse over her head. Revealed her sexy black lingerie bra, making him want to consume more of her seductress. Reggie placed his now wet lips on the side of her neck, grabbing his combed brown locks with her right hand. Before they went any further, Florence stopped him mid-way as she led him upstairs to the bedroom. Once they got to the front door, they then continued to kiss once again as he gently shoved her onto the silky bed.

“How much do you crave me, my little troublemaker?” Reggie sensually asked as he licked the side of her neck, feeling his hot breath against her skin, feeling goosebumps forming throughout her body.

“So fucking much, oh please stop your teasing and make me feel like a filthy slut,” Florence said, desperately placing a soft grip around his sturdy neck, missing her small and yet dominant hand against his throat.

“Oh, my darlin’ I will do whatever you command, for you are my slut and only mine to fuck whatever way I please,” he said cupping her chin with his fingers, as he stuck his thumb between her mouth as Florence sucked on it.

Florence then sat up from the bed as she undid her bra, revealing her fleshy chest in front of her lover. Reggie cupped both of her breasts without holding a second, placing one nipple in his mouth. While the other he started to teasingly play with her, as he was sucking profoundly on her hard nipple.

Florence let out delicious erotic moans, while Reggie continued to suck into her nipple a little harder than he did before. She then gripped the bedsheets with both of her hands, loving the way his hot mouth felt against her nipple.

Reggie…,” she said, closing her eyes at feeling these sexual vibrations she has been king waiting for months.

He then finally left a small hickey on top of her tit, as he then went for the other nipple. This time, however, his right hand then traveled down underneath her dark navy skirt. Making Florence buckled as she bit her bottom lips at this unexpected touch. Once he was done leaving another red hickey on her other breast, Reggie left wet kisses to her flat stomach. And as he reached her down to her shirt, removing the soft material, revealed her sexy black garter belt. With hungry eyes, Reggie removed the material in a quick gesture, exposing her wet, delicious pussy.

“You are all wet now, are you my mischievous little girl?” Reggie said, eyeing up at her gaze, making a cheeky devilish smirk at Florence.

“Stop wasting your time Reggie and fuck me already,” Florence said massaging both of her tits with her small hands, making Reggie grow hornier against his black trousers.

“With pleasure, love,” Reggie said, inserting two fingers inside of her warm wet walls, making Florence moan out loud as she rolled her eyes behind her head.

“Fuckk Reggie… yes fuck me fast and fuck me hard,” Florence moaned out, feeling his sinful tongue licking away on her clit.

The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of her made Florence’s cheeks go red, moaning his name out to go faster. How much she has missed feeling his tongue and fingers against her pink pussy.

“Ohhh Reggie… yes, fuck me just like that,” Florence pleaded, gripping her hand on top of his brown locks, as he continued to finger fuck her and lick her sweet cunt out dry.

Florence felt she was coming at her peaking point. Before she could stop him, her orgasm came around his mouth and fingers. Reggie licked off her juices, tasting a hint of something sweet that made his horniness go off the edge.

“That was fuckin’ tasty now was it baby?” Reggie said, giving a small kiss on his girl’s lips, making her chuckle between their gaps.

While they shared another lustful wet kiss, she now hovered over on top of Reggie. Her nice, round breasts looked marvelous in front of his eyes as she rousingly massaged them with her own hands. Florence gave Reggie a small grinding dance around his bulging trousers while still massaging her beautiful tits.

“Love what you’re seeing, my naughty boy?” she soothingly said while unbuttoning his white long sleeve shirt revealing his muscular body.

She roamed her delicate, smooth hands around his chest pecs while Reggie placed his hands on either side of her hips. Still grinding her hips from side to side, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. Florence licked her way down between his pecs, to his stomach until she made her way to where she wanted to consume the most. Undoing his belt, Reggie breathed in through his gritted teeth, feeling his trousers being unzipped. Florence then dragged down his pants while keeping a locking gaze up at him as his now erected penis towered in front of her. She then bites her lips at his hard rock, and without further words, she then thrust him slowly with her hands. Reggie groans at this touch, missing the feeling of her lovely hands around the length of his cock.

“Ohhhh Florence… baby stop your teasin’ and suck me,” Reggie moaned out, closing his eyes in concentration as Florence sucked the top of his dick.

The warm walls of her mouth consumed the entire length of his cock, as she lowered and lowered. Reggie let you a grunt, feeling the back of her throat. She then bobbed her head up and down in a fast motion as her right hand massaged his balls ever so lovingly. He then placed a hand on top of her dark black hair, giving a soft grip on her locks. As she continued to bob her head faster than she did in the beginning.

“FFFFuck… baby hmmm yea, yea, shit,” Reggie said mid-sentence, gripping tighter around her dark locks as she sucked on his cock, increasingly feeling like he was about to reach his climax inside of her mouth.

Before his orgasm could flow inside of her, she then stopped abruptly, removing her mouth away from his still hard member.

“You may not come just yet my dear,” Florence said in a seductive tone, getting herself on top of Reggie while he then threw his white shirt off to the side of the bed. “How much do you want my wet little cunt around your hard cock, my love?”

“So fuckin much baby, I’ve been waitin’ for so long and so desperate to feel that little pussy of mine again. I’ve missed you so much, darlin,” Reggie said as Florence adjusted herself between him and her private parts.

“I have missed you more, my lovely bad boy, and I love you so much as well. My Reggie Kray,” she said, entering down on his cock as both of them broke into moans together.

She then rode him slowly as she stared lustfully into those dark brown eyes of his that he possessed. Feeling all those tingling sensations she had been craving for such a long time. Her thrusting increased ever so slowly, arching her back, tilting her head back while Reggie’s cock pounded further inside her walls.

“Oh, fuck… Reggie… Reggie… oh god,” Florence exclaimed out loud, feeling Reggie’s hands gripping tightly against her hips, rocking back and forth ever so pleasurably.

The way her breasts bounced up and down made Reggie go berserk, wrapping a hand gently around her thin neck. Florence increased her pace as she placed her hand around his muscular neck as they both thrust with each other in unison.

“Oh, god babe… I’m about to cum,” Reggie said while hearing his woman’s moans grow louder, feeling they were about to burst soon.

Everything went by so quickly as they both finally cummed together, Reggie hissed and grunted between his teeth, riding his orgasm inside of her wet flower. Felt some twitch here and there as Florence rode out her juices, feeling his warm white semen inside of her. As they both relaxed while catching their breaths, she then lay next to Reggie’s side. Wrapping an arm around her body as she rested her head against his chest, hearing his now steady heartbeat. Reggie then caressed her dark locks with his fingers, placing a gently sweet kiss on top of her head.

“Did you love the many poems that I have written to you, my darlin?” Reggie asked after a moment of silence.

“Oh yes, I loved them and held them against my heart after reading every single one of them. How I wished to hear you read them out loud while I was in this room filled with nothing but silence and sadness. But those days are gone now, for you are nowhere next to me, and that’s all that matters to me,” Florence said looking up to Reggie placing a hand against the side of his face, closing his eyes at the feeling of her soft skin.

“And I too think the same way, wha’ matters now is I am here with you again, oh how I have long to want to touch you again. I won’t ever leave your side anymore, my precious flower. Anywhere I go. I want you there with me, yeah? What say we go down to the Esmeralda Bar tonight? See how the place has been runnin’ while I was away? What do you think, love?” Reggie said, smiling down at Florence, returning a small and uneasy smile, not fully prepared for Reggie to see how Ronnie had brought the club to the ground.

Before they got themselves ready, Reggie reach for his nightstand on the side of the bed. Where he then took out a small dark blue velvet square box showing it to Florence.

“Reggie, what is that love?” she said, wrapping her soft blanket around her body, wondering what the small box had inside.

“Florence, I was going to surprise you with this before I left for prison, but I think tonight is best that I give it to you now. Florence would you like me to be your loving husband as much as I want you to be my loving wife,” Reggie said as he opened the small box revealing a nice-looking light diamond, silver ring making her gasp out in happiness.

“Reggie… I… my god, why yes, yes I do very much. I want to be yours forever, my gangster prince,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, making him smile at her acceptance.

He then took her right hand, placing the ring on her finger, fitting perfectly well as he expected. Florence felt in awe at seeing the new piece of jewelry on her finger, which made her heart flutter even more.

“It is beautiful Reggie. I love it very much, thank you so much, my sweet king,” she said, giving her now fiance a deep kiss on his lips, excited to see what her new life as Mrs. Kray will be like.

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