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bonefall · 5 months

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i know u dont rework arcs untill theyre complete but im very excited to see what you do with a starless clan, theres so much exciting things happening in this arc to work with. do you have any changes you already know for sure you’ll be incorporating?

No for-sures. I don't want to make any for-sures. I have ones I'm feeling but I don't want to call ANYTHING a for-sure yet. I need to find out what the ending is, WHERE this is all going, because I have a strong philosophy in my writing that a story is like a spear;

IT'S ALL ABOUT GETTING TO THE POINT.

But we are 4/6 of the way in, so I CAN start talking about thoughts!

I'm actually leaning pretty heavily towards axing Nightheart as a POV. There's still time for the books to turn around and justify it, BUT HEAR ME OUT

(Saying AS someone who is a Nightheart Enjoyer)

So far I'm really feeling that his character would benefit from us never being inside of his head, or seeing what he's been going through. As much as I WILL stand by that I enjoyed books 1 and 2 and liked his perspectives there, I'm starting to think that it would serve the story a lot better for Sunbeam and Frostpaw to be guessing just as much as we are.

We'd get introduced to Nightheart on the journey for catmint.

Sunbeam connects with him immediately, because she's tossed on this mission while she's in the middle of a swirling tide of drama. With nothing but Clerics and a hardened Rootspring to the left and her ex-bestie (exstie) to the right, he's really her only other choice for companionship. She's chronically unable to stop problems before they get out of hand, the sort of person who becomes frozen by indecision, and then here comes this Glorious Bastard

In her eyes, he's so caring, and bold, and fun! He's the first one to jump headlong into danger, to really be interested in her problems and just let her talk, and his story is so heartbreaking! A mother who's so hard on him... and his Clan is so mean all the time, but he wants to prove to all of them that he's more than just Firestar's descendant... but he was so brave to choose his own name.................

And then, when she follows him into ThunderClan, she learns he fucking lied. She changed Clans based on SOB STORIES

When she first comes, no one knows what he's been saying behind their back. Even if they did, they don't want to start trashing Nightheart right to his new mate's face. But then he LEAVES, and Sunbeam will bring up,

"Maybe it was because you were hard on him?"

And then Sparkpelt tries to agree, just to take blame onto herself and stop all this, but Finchlight's had eNOUGH and ends up setting the record straight;

"No this is DEFINITELY another tantrum. He already ran off once before."

"NO he didn't pick his own name, he stopped the whole ceremony to complain and Bramblestar gave him a compromise"

"MEAN to him?? I had to do HIS WORK because he couldn't STAY ON THE GROUND"

"Oh he's buckling under the weight of his legacy? that must be so hard. I was cat-fifteen when i punched my first fascist and he was wearing the face of my grandpa."

"His mom aba-WHAT?? ABANDONED???? OUR MOTHER WAS EXILED AND HE STAYED HOME!!!!! WE WERE CAT-FIFTEEN!!"

With this false hope shattered, Sunbeam is thrown into a devastating situation where... her mother was right. She was tricked. And now she's stuck in this new Clan without any of her old friends, without this mate who was too-good-to-be-true, the ONE impulsive choice she's made on her own in her WHOLE LIFE turns to ashes in her mouth. She can't go back, either, because Berryheart would NEVER let her live this down.

But... it's okay.

It's a slow shock, to make a choice SO impulsive and SO self-concerned, and find a safety net below her. It's going to be okay. The trials are fair. The cats of ThunderClan interrupt and speak over each other, but, that teaches her to be more assertive. Sparkpelt and Finchlight are not the mean assholes that Nightheart built them up to be, and they'll support her no matter what she chooses to do with her possible mate.

I want Nightheart TO get better, but, in order for that to happen, he has to face, and, more importantly, ACCEPT consequences. He needs to develop the maturity to say, "I acted like a brat and didn't appreciate what I had. and I'm sorry. you don't have to forgive me."

Bottom line being, Nightheart is striking me lately as a character that works best as unpredictable, because we have NO IDEA what's truly in his head. It would be interesting for him to have a novella later, but as it stands, his POV has consistently just been a duplicate since he joined ShadowClan. We gained NOTHING from splitting the Frostpaw Journey of the newest book in half POV, and VERY little from splitting the ShadowClan one into half POV.

I might reduce the POVs to 2, just Sunbeam and Frostpaw, or change Nightheart's to Lightleap. If I NEED 3 main characters, then they should all be a consistent camera on different parts of the conflict.

Again. I do not commit to changes until the arcs are done. Nothing in BB!ASC is set yet.

But here's some other little things I'm thinking,

Bramblestar is VOTED out.

He does not step down. The little "game" he played with Nightheart to create a situation to yell at Squilf, who hasn't been his mate in a long time in BB, was the LAST straw for ThunderClan.

They had sympathy for him before that point, because of what he went through with Ashfur, but his leadership was long and controversial even before the Impostor.

And there's a really strong sentiment that IF Bramblestar had been a good leader... they would have realized he was possessed sooner. So, there are those who partially blame him for the tyranny of the Impostor.

Basically; enough is enough.

Berryheart's hate group has ACTUAL consequences. Someone gets killed; probably Antfur, who survived the last arc to die here.

More fights. This arc has been too bloodless. Already planning SEVERAL sudden, random brawls in RiverClan as tensions boil.

Heartstar is going to be MORE controversial. Not controversial enough in canon imo. I don't like how Leaf and Squilf seem like they have "hypothetical" issues with the invasion instead of being able to point at REAL ones.

riverclan didn't forget how to do the chores they've done their WHOLE lives, no. I'm going to talk about POWER VACUUMS and create ACTUAL factions that begin to coagulate in RiverClan.

if we're going to have a brainless plot about how "Well Ackshually democracy has enough problems to make us reconsider not having unaccountable, tyrannical dictators, because a vote could maybe be called over One Single Issue" then I'll talk about shit like the spoiler effect, mob mentality, and factionalism. Get the hell out of my way ERIN I'll cook

No Smoky. Society has progressed past the need for Smoky. No Smokyng Area.

Whistlepaw should to try and take care of her ALONE, not trained enough to take care of SUCH bad wounds and barely able to keep her trembling paws straight, and Frostpaw realizes that she's making her watch her own friend die.

Is this how her life is going to end? slipping away under the paws of someone she loves, for what? pride? to do what her mother told her-- trust no cat?

As she TRUSTS Whistlepaw? Trusts her SO much, that Frostpaw will force her to be the only witness to her death?

FROSTPAW CALLS THE HUMAN

...which in BB, is a team of researchers. She drags herself to them, and collapses. This is why they just HAPPENED to have the proper equipment on them; they're WILDLIFE VETS.

Not sure how I'm going to handle Frostpaw's Journey though. In BB, the Park Cats are already a foundational part of Clan Culture.

In all honesty, while I HAVE to praise the fact that the Erins have FINALLY created ONE outsider group that isn't malicious or defenseless... I don't much care for them.

sending frostpaw on a side quest to what's essentially a big DOTC reference. Look! It's that group we introduced in the last 5 chapters of our latest glorified recap! cooool.

We're just going to get nothing but fucking founders in every dream from now on. I'm SURE of it.

As a consolation prize to myself though I will be writing cool angel scenes of the absolute BEING that Riverstar has become in heaven.

Riverstar (normal cat): "Elder Bones I'm going out!"

"not dressed like THAT you're not!!!"

Riverstar (the manifestation of the river, the rain in the sky above, and the abyss below, and how through water we are all truly connected as one being): "better?"

I will probably keep the Park Cats and rework them significantly, but I'm leaning pretty heavily towards Frostpaw visiting a LOT of places. A holy pilgrimage.

ESPECIALLY one of the Tribe's three wards; the River Ward. The Tribe of Rushing Water believes (it's even in the name) that water connects all things.

So I think it would be really fitting for Frostpaw to learn from MANY perspectives, starting with this philosophy put forth by the River Ward.

And she realizes-- that's what Riverstar is, as well. As a being. He is mentoring her on this pilgrimage, while barely saying a word. She can feel him wherever she is, because he isn't JUST the God of the River.

He is connection. He is peace. He's water. Too much and you'd drown, not enough and you'd thirst.

#BB!ASC #better bones au #Bone babble

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biscutlovingbitch · 23 days

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Your so cold.(Pt.1)

Eddie X Reader

Word count:2633, Got a little carried away 🙃.

Warnings: 18+ Language, Somewhat fluff, Forced proximity, Heavy petting, Teasing. (Smut in pt.2)

It was a Friday night and you had had plans to go over to your friend Steve's house for movie night, it had become a tradition since freshman year. You Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and of course Eddie Munson. Now you didn't really have a problem with him its just he was a little too "wild" for your liking. He always seemed to get you in trouble by doing something stupid then when you would try to bring it up to him the next day he'd say that it wasn't his fault and ignore you, or somehow make it your fault. But since this was Steve's house and not your own you weren't going to be that upset if something happens because then it wouldn't be on you.

As you started to get ready it was already almost 5:00 and you had promised Steve that you would be there at exactly 5:30, not only was he a few blocks away from your house but you also didn't own a car and would have to walk there and it was starting to rain, your only choice was to walk. Now you could have called Eddie but you didn't feel like having him come here with his rusty old van and blowing your eardrums out with his loud music, not that you didn't like his music but you preferred other genres more. As you looked for the umbrella you swore you had put in the holder by the front door the clock was ticking down minute by minute. After a few minutes of searching you decided that you could just brave the rain, and the cold.

As you where walking to Steve's you realized that you had totally forgot to put on a bra earlier and you where wearing a white shirt on top of that, you thought your day couldn't get any worse then you herd it. The familiar sound of screeching tires and a loud stereo from down the road behind you, you tried not to look but he did. "Hey there princes, whatcha doin' out here in the rain?" he said slowing down to talk to you as you kept walking. Covering your chest by crossing your arms you turned to him to talk "Oh you know dont have a ride so i just figured id walk to Steve's" you say laughing a little bit. "You know you could have called me, I would have picked you up in a heartbeat" he says smiling at you with that devilish grin he wore so proudly. "Oh i just figured you had a Hellfire meeting today so i didn't want to bother you" You say obviously lying to him. "But you know that we dont have hellfire meetings on Friday" dropping his smile and squinting his eyes at you. Oh fuck how where you going to get your ass out of this one. "Well I just figured you would have had a campaign or something to do" you said hoping that he wouldn't catch on. "No i did not, but dont you still have the schedule from when you where in hellfire?".

Yes its no surprise that when you where dating Billy Hargrove that he had told you about a drug dealer by the name of Eddie the freak Munson. He had taken you along with him on one of his runs and that was the first time you ever met Eddie, since then you two along with your other friends you have practically been inseparable. After you had broken up with Billy you had seen that there was a new or at least you thought new club at the school called Hellfire. When you got there it was filled with your usual geeks, weirdos and losers but one had stood out among the rest, Eddie. He wasn't like the other people there, the others had good grades and smarts and his was well... questionable. After that first meeting that you went to he started taking you home after school and picking you up in the mornings, you dont know what had changed but one day he didn't show up and you just figured that he was done with you. since then you only really see him at the little party's that your friends throw, and sometimes a casual friendly wave in the hallways but your not as close as you once where.

"Well i'm here now right, you should hop in you seem... cold" he said looking at you, you where visibly shivering and teeth chattering as you spoke. You thought about saying no because you didn't want to make things weird but then if you didn't then you would probably catch hypothermia so you decided getting in was the best option. As you got in you had uncrossed your arms to pull yourself inside, forgetting about your outfit malfunction. Eddie had seen your chest through your shirt as he looked a you getting in and something changed inside of him. He wasn't the smiling Eddie that had just offered you a ride, no he wasn't even looking at you and he was barley even talking to you when you tried to make conversation, why?

The drive to Steve's was silent, Eddie had turned down the music when he stopped to talk to you then jut never turned it up again. You looked out the window and sighed, he noticed and looked over at you. Seeing that you where still shivering. "I uh have a shirt in the back if you want to wear it. its kinda old and ive worn it before but it might be warmer" he said still looking over at you. "Are you sure? I mean i'm fine in this" you said teeth chattering and still shivering. "Yeah sure you are princess" he said scoffing and looking back at the road. "okay okay where is it?" you said climbing into the back, you had a skirt on and you ass was practically in his face when he looked in his rear view mirror. "well they dont call it a rear view mirror for nothing" he mumbled "its next to that pile of blankets on the floor" he said noticing a tightening in his jeans as he adjusted them a little to be more comfortable.

You wiggled your ass while looking for the shirt unaware of what you where doing to Eddie "where-Oh wait i found it!" you said picking up the shirt and looking at it. It was an old iron maiden tee-shirt, black unlike the one you had on, it matched your skirt perfectly. As you went to take off your shirt and change you had forgotten you had no bra on, so you did what any reasonable person would do .You put it on over your soaking wet tee-shirt and tried to take off your skin tight white turtleneck under the other tee-shirt. It went horribly, meanwhile Eddie had parked at Steve's house already and noticed that you where... struggling so he decided to offer you some help.

"Hey princess need some help?" he said as he crawled in next to you. "No i got it!" you said even though you defiantly did not have it. Your turtleneck had shrunk in the washer to begin with so it was already tight and now you had to take it off under another tee-shirt without accidentally flashing your best friend. "No you dont, just hold still let me help you" he said as he reached out to tug on the bottom of the iron maiden tee-shirt. As you where still trying to take off the sleeves you felt him grab your left sleeve and start pulling it. Afterwards he helped you with your right sleeve and then the hard part. You had done your hair and make up so nicely and didn't want to ruin it so you held your hands in front of your face as he pulled the neck up and over your head. "Sorry about your hair" he said trying to help smooth it down for you. "Its okay" You said smiling at him "Thank you".

As you walked up to Steve's front door he came out. "Jesus i was wondering where you guys have been, been waiting for you guys for like 20 minutes!". "Well were here now aren't we?" you said stomping into the house with a pissy tone. "Shes not happy that i messed up her hair" Eddie mumbled to Steve. "Oh messed up her hair now?" Steve said with a grin and wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie. "Not like that man come on" Eddie scoffed as he moved past Steve to follow you. Meanwhile you where in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, talking about Nancy getting married. "Alright so now that everyone is here we can start the movie" Steve said grabbing the popcorn and drinks. "So what movie did you pick out for us this time big boy?" you said as you plopped yourself right in between him and Robin. "Risky Business" He said smirking over at you, god was it going to be a long night.

Eddie had sat down right next to Steve, Nancy and Johnathan had shared the love seat. Everything was going fine till the sex scene came on. You felt Steve's hand creep on your thigh but when you turned to look at him his eyes where glued to the TV, but Eddie's weren't. He was staring right back at you with heavy lids and his tongue licking his bottom lip. "Oh fuck were out of popcorn" Steve said "Ill make some more, you just stay right there" You said getting up and grabbing the bowl out of Steve's lap. As you walked to the kitchen you thought you herd someone behind you but when you looked back no one was there. Oh well you thought to yourself but as you rounded the corner Eddie was standing right there.

"How did you get in front of me?" you questioned him. "Oh you know i'm a ninja" he said jokingly. "Yeah right, you a ninja? Next to Robbin your the clumsiest person i know" you said as you put the popcorn bag in the microwave. You turned and leaned on the counter and stared at Eddie. "Why aren't you out there watching the movie with everyone else?" You said looking a bit confused. "Eh its not my favorite, plus ive already seen it so you know" he said leaning on the kitchen island across from you. "Yeah I dont know i mean i like it, plus tom cruise is hot" You say getting the popcorn out of the microwave and putting it into the bowl. "Oh yeah and why is that?" he says looking at you. "Because he has nice hair and nice hair turns me on" You said this time getting closer to his face then leaving.

When you returned to the living room Steve had moved closer to Robin so now there was only space next to him where Eddie was sitting. As you sat down Eddie had squeezed himself in right next to you, man spreading. You couldn't help but look down at his legs, you saw a bulge. You had herd stories about how big he was but you didn't realize that it was true. You forgot that you where staring then Eddie had caught on. "See something you like there princess?" he said whispering into your ear. you quickly looked up but it was already too late he knew. You tried to turn away but his hand came up to your jaw forcing you to look at him, you whimpered but only loud enough for him to hear. He bit his lip and looking into his dark pools of eyes you stared. but then you felt Steve's hand on your thigh again breaking your little staring contest with Eddie.

You looked over at Steve but this time he was looking back at you. He bit his lip a little then started to drag his hand up further, but just as you thought it couldn't get any better you felt another hand. It was Eddie's ,now you where stuck with both of your best friends hands on your thighs. Not waning to make things awkward you got up to use the bathroom. You stayed in there until you herd the ending credits come on. When you walked out Nancy and Johnathan where passed out and Robin was nodding off next to Steve. "Alright its time for bed i guess" Steve said as no body but Robbin said anything in response. "Hey do you have any shorts i can barrow this isn't very comfy to wear to bed" You said asking Steve. "Uh yeah up in my closet theirs some old gym shorts you can barrow" He said laying out blankets for everyone.

Steve was a nice friend he always had been, Ever since he sat next to you in biology class you two just clicked. You didn't like Tommy and Carol though, they where assholes to you always making fun of your hair or outfits or what ever else they could find. Your relationship with him wasn't always like this though, not until last spring when you and Steve had hooked up after prom because both of your dates ditched you. After that it got well...Weird, you started hanging out in groups because with the two of you it was just awkward. After school you'd make out with Billy in his car at lovers lake but never dared to go further than just over the clothes. You liked Billy but not that much, You had never slept with anyone until Steve so obviously you have a bit of a soft spot for him.

As you put on Steve's shorts and headed back downstairs you start to think about Eddie and how much you two have done together too. Never as much as you and Steve but you've shared a drunken kiss once or twice. As you got back to the living room you saw everyone lying on the floor and couches, trying to figure out where you should sleep you felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Eddie "You can sleep with me if you want, Ill keep you warm" He said smiling a little bit. "Okay" You said getting on your knees to lay down, You two where behind the couch which you thought was a bit odd but you didn't care too much.

As he laid down next to you, you covered yourself up with the blanket because you where cold, it was big enough for the two of you but only if you where extremely close. As you started to scoot backwards you noticed that Eddie had turned towards you and you where now rubbing against his very prominent hard on. You kept trying to get warm by rubbing up against him but you just ended up making your situation worse. He grabbed your hip with one hand to try and make you stay still but you where still trying to move. "Are you trying to kill me here?" He whispered into your ear as his breath hitched in his throat. "What no, why would i do that?" you said trying to change the subject. "You know why, You've been torturing me all day princess dont act like you dont know what your doing to me." He said almost sounding in pain. "I dont know what your talking about" you said trying to act innocent. "Oh really you dont know? I'm talking about this" He said as he started to grind into you. "All of this just because you where cold" He said as he stopped grinding. This was going to be one long night.

Part 2 coming soon!

#stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson #fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson blurb

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queenychu · 5 months

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This is totally random, but reading your t4t klapollo fics have actually inspired me to try to talk to my doctor about being trans at my upcoming appointment... Something about how you write Apollo and his steadfast determination to be the man he truly is is...... Really motivating? Like... Man... If HE can work hard to get T and surgery and work out and everything, I can too!

So uhhh yeah just.... Thanks, for writing these fics and helping me not only see a character I already heavily relate to be LIKE ME, but in such a way that he's an inspiration for me to actually go out there and try. To be brave like he is.

i dont know if ill ever be able to properly express how much this means to me, that a fic i started on a whim over a year ago that has spiraled out of control has inspired anyone to do anything like this, but ill try:

when i first read this i teared up. i am so happy you are going thru with something that feels right to you, and that i could give you inspiration to do so! i really really hope it brings you so much joy and confidence.

it made me wanna make this:

its 11x8.5 (home printer size) so it can be used for any nefarious transgender needs. all the advice on it is genuine, and can be used by transfems and transmascs alike. (also, you should look up and see if your local area has a trans liberation org! reaching out to them to see if they can help with court dates (like name changes), finances, moral support, and general connecting with other trans ppl irl is never a bad idea!)

thank you so much for telling me this, anon. it was magical to read that some silly thing i did as a hobby actually did something good!!!!!

#klapollo #ace attorney #apollo justice #ajaa #aa4 #transgender #anon #answer #ask

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thesamoanqueen · 1 year

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Personal Hell

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; First time; Bodyguard!Roman( a real body-guard); hit of past non-con/food disorders so please dont read if you’re not comfortable.

A/N: I don't know how it turned out in the end. I wrote the fic at different times due to personal commitments, but I still hope it's not a total mess. Requested by @romanmydaddy , hope you like it dear~

He mumbled something under his breath, a red trickle down his chin from the slap she'd given him, and his eyes snapped up at her, sending her into a panic. She had to do something, she had to push him away, come back down, she had to call-

- Trash. - said a voice to her right and neither she nor the man who held her by the arm had time to turn around.

The impact that pulled him down was sudden, as if a car had hit him full-on and thrown him to the end of the hallway. She crouched against the wall with a choked cry, but she was more surprised than scared at that point, she knew who that voice belonged to and when she turned to look, Roman was already on top of the dude. She felt his knuckles slamming into his face, shoulders crashing into the carpet, and when the crying stopped, a slimy, wet sound reached her. The carpet was getting dirty…

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Sitting in the back seat of the car, she listened to the noise of the dinner – or party? – which was being held at that home. It echoed between the walls of the spacious garage, a distant echo, but as always the matter did not concern her. She felt panicked, confused, it had all happened so fast. She didn't tremble, she was safe there, but her hands were cold on the dress that her mom had forced her to wear. She looked up hesitantly, watching Roman finish cleaning his own hands with what was left of his dress shirt. It was dirty with that dude’s blood and now he was wearing a gym shirt taken from the trunk that made him look even more imposing, she had the impression that every muscle in his body was still tense, ready to spring against anyone and reduce him like that man. Just the thought of him made her look at his hands, they were clean now, but his knuckles were red, scratched and she felt the urge to do something, anything to get them back to the way they were before.

She didn't move though, she couldn't and honestly she wasnt brave enough. Roman had been her personal bodyguard for months now, one of those big city contractor had recommended him to her father when things for the family had gone badly and he had placed him behind her without thinking twice. She was sure her father wasn't as sure now as he was then—Roman scared him—but she was and she wasn't going to trade that bond for anything else. Assuming that theirs was a real bond, which led to that stalemate and having a head full of wishes that she didn't know if she could ever grant. Yes, he had defended her, technically he had acted as a shield for her, but…

Roman was a grown man, he was from a big city, he had a life in Florida as far as she knew and this was not a teen novel. He had opened up to her, talked, seemed to appreciate her company unlike anyone else in that city, but it was also true that her father paid a salary into his bank account for each week spent with her. Theirs was an off-balance relationship and in that moment, seeing what happened to his hands because of her, Y/N realized it more than ever. He was angry, probably regretting the day he had agreed to babysit her. He could have been elsewhere, with his hands intact and a beautiful woma-

- Who the fuck he was? Why were you two together? – she heard him growl in an interrogative tone.

She wished he hadn't thought about this guy because surely what had happened would have repercussions. The dude had worked a few times with her father, bringing his mining machinery to their establishment and now he would never do it again, perhaps he would never work with anyone again, in the condition Roman had reduced him. But that scared her less than it should in that moment, in that moment she could only think of something else.

- We weren't together, I... I wanted some air – she specified quickly and Roman's eyes widened for an instant.

She didn't want him to get the wrong idea. She wasn't that kind of woman, she wasn't like the mayor's daughter or her schoolmates. Maybe to some people she was just a sad, pathetic and a bit too round-headed fool, but she still believed in that sort of thing and would never allow a stranger such confidences. Roman shouldn't have known about her food disorders, she would have been too ashamed to admit the real reason she had locked herself in that bathroom in front of him, but she didn't want him to think badly of her. That would have been even worse than getting caught with your head on the toilet.

- Did you run away from me to get some air in a hallway? Do you think im stupid? - he almost yelled at her and she grabbed the edge of the seat, her legs banging on the bodywork.

She was used to being treated badly, but Roman was on another level. He was creepy and it was the first time he had spoken to her like that, she wasn't ready.

- What? No-

- He was touching you. - he insisted, his forearms resting on the car door and his entire figure to shade her.

Her head jerked, heart pounding and stomach tightening. She didn't understand the meaning of that conversation, she didn't understand why he was giving her so much. It hadn't been her fault, she hadn't voluntarily gone to that guy with the rat eyes. She had gone away without being seen, taking advantage of his moment of distraction to inflict yet another useless torture on herself and she knew she shouldn't have, she had risked his job out of selfishness and she was terribly sorry, but what had happened after that wasn't her fault.

-I didn't want to-he had smoked, I don't think he was fine. He spoke strangely, it was all strange, it was him. I wanted to go back, I was coming back to you. I'm sorry to cause you trouble, but really, I didn't mean to and your hands are full of scratches now- she began to rave with eyes watering, looking everywhere but at Roman who crouched down to be face to face with her.

But her feat failed and her words died in her throat with a strangled cry of terror, when she felt one of his reddened hands, take her by the throat. Roman had never tried any approach and she herself had never really been surprised by it, after all they were two worlds apart. It was the first time it had happened, it was the first time she had felt his hands on her for anything beyond helping her into a car or down a ladder. Her eyes widened, feeling a slight pressure and she swallowed hard, he was as serious as she'd ever seen him.

- No one can touch you. Nobody.

His voice was rough, deep as if came from the bottom of a well and a shiver made her spine tingle. She had the urge to run or barricade herself behind the tinted windows of the car for the rest of her life, but she wasn't sure if her body agreed and Roman was holding her with no intention of letting go. Heat emanated from him and she felt it on her, her stomach was crumpled again yet this time it wasn't painful, there was no empty feeling, at least not here.

- … y-yes. - she murmured softly as his fingers tightened a little tighter and his brown eyes invited her to reply.

Maybe she should have added something, given a true answer, but she didn't really trust her abilities at that moment and honestly didn't know what to say. Having him so close, feeling him on her was confusing in a way she had never felt before and Y/N was certain that if her skin and the shadow of the cockpit hadn't prevented it, she would have been red as a tomato.

- Yes what? - Roman urged her and she swallowed again.

One of his knees had forced its way between her legs, demanding space without her noticing. It was an awkward position, her body seemed at the point of self-combustion and for a second, in the chaos that was inside her head, she felt like crying thinking about her mother's insistence on that dress. It was so tight, it didn't fit her and now that Roman was so close, she felt even more uncomfortable than when she’d worn it.

- Yes what Y/N? - Roman asked louder and she jerked suddenly, as if he had thrown a bucket of ice water.

- Nobody has to touch me – she repeated like a good student, lowering her gaze for a second on the hand with which he was holding her.

It had moved up a little, just below her jaw and his thumb was now rubbing against her skin, forcing her to tilt her chin to his liking. It was hot and every stroke made her body itch, she was almost certain she was shaking at that moment, but Roman didn't seem to mind so maybe it was just a feeling, maybe she was so confused that didn't even understand what was going on. She wasn't good at that stuff, she didn't have the slightest experience and as far as she knew, maybe it wasn't even what she was wanting to imagine. But Y/N felt his other hand caressing her bare arm, up and down to then move elsewhere, to the side and her eyes widened, bringing them back to Roman's. He was no longer busy piercing her, his magnetic gaze had drifted lower, to her lips, as well as his thumb and Y/N let out a heated breath that was all too loud.

He didn't seem to care about her soft cheeks or the curve of her hips or all the extras her body had and that she fought so hard. No one had ever touched her like that, no one had ever looked at her that way, not even the one and only boy she had ever dated, but he wasn't worth it, they were just two kids then. The pastor of their community would have told her that she was behaving like a lamb when faced with the devil’s temptation, but for the first time in her life, she liked that danger. She suddenly realized that she was willing to be eaten by him, that she was willing to give him anything as long as he didn't stop that temptation, as long as he continued to look at her that way.

- I don't care who the fuck they are, no one will come near you as long as I'm around. You are not for them. Y’understand? - Roman established in a low, hungry growl.

- Yes sir – she nodded as if in a trance and he lifted his gaze from her cleavage, from her neck, to point at her again, this time with a pleased grin at that answer.

- Good girl.

From what dark hiding place that part of her had crept out, it wasn't clear, but she didn't even have time to investigate. The speed with which Roman moved took her by surprise. She felt him pull her against him, bullying and slamming his lips against hers, in a kiss that swallowed up not only her cry of pure terror of hers, but also the last shred of lucidity left of hers. Rookie and flustered, she just grabbed his shirt as he pushed his way into her mouth without asking permission. Y/N felt him explore the inside of her mouth, force her tongue and his taste, so inexplicably good, he wrested another noise from her, this time awfully like a moan. She didn't know what to do, how far she might go, and for a brief moment she feared she'd done something wrong, when at her moan, at her awkward attempt to reciprocate, Roman answered with a hungry growl. She felt him vibrate against her, his chest heaving, his muscles tensing under her fingers, the kiss growing even more ravenous.

She was out of breath, her lungs were about to burn and shrink to two deflated balloons, but she didn't want to stop, she didn't want that moment between them to end just because she wasn't used to that kind of attention. For some strange reason, Roman was intent on devouring her alive and all she wanted was to let him do it, help him in that endeavor and burn that enveloping feeling into her mind. Just the idea that he could do that to her after putting up with her all those months, when he could have had thousands of other women…

Thoughts, doubts striving to take control of her mind, suddenly seemed to rumble in her head and when he eased her back into the car seat, in an awkward pose to say the least, she fidgeted. It was really happening and as good as it was, panic, reality assaulted her and Y/N tried to wriggle away, but Roman just didn't seem like the type of man to give up. His hands, so large and still red, forced her to stay still and when one slipped under her buttock, lifting the dress without too many talking, a moan shook her body to the tip of her feet. She was terrified of being seen by someone, being seen by him… but everything outside and inside of her seemed on fire, her mind was foggy and the pressure of his body left her no way out. When his mouth pulled away from hers, she gasped, but the break didn't last more than a second and the contact of his full mouth along her neck, brought out another scream which she tried to disguise, her eyes closed to shield herself from shame. Roman must have found it amusing because a noise, maybe a laugh, shrugged his shoulders and in another circumstance she’d have worried since that was usually how jokes against her started, but his mouth against her cleavage made her squirm like a possessed animal. She kicked, not caring about the heels she was still wearing and the confined space, waved her arms, pushing palms against his shoulders and Roman barely opened one eye, slipping his hand under the fabric of the dress. She felt his mouth suck, bite, try to mark her without the slightest care of what anyone might think seeing her and that was enough to distract her as he worked his way between her legs. When one of his long fingers dug into her walls, where no one had ever gone before, Y/N grabbed him by the hair, pulling with all her strength as if her life depended on it.

- Easy babe, easy…- he said from her breast, but she wasn't there anymore.

She knew it was only a finger, yet the intrusion was giving her the impression of being suddenly split open, as if Roman had found the exact spot where her body had been glued together and ripped away the duck tape that kept Y/N from crumbling. She felt her eyes tingle, breath catch and her stomach turn completely, she was on the verge of something she didn't know and it terrified her. She broke free from the grip of his hands and covered her face, holding her cleavage with her other hand, heart pounding loudly as Roman blew his skin against her.

- Dont cover your face- he growled dangerously – I want to see you hot for me – moving his finger.

She felt it rubbing inside her, sinking lower and lower, a wet noise filling the car. She tried to squeeze her legs, but he was applying pressure and the movement was slowly killing her, she was sure of it. She had no idea how anyone could be capable of so much with just one finger and when after a while he added another, her ragged breaths turned into something else. She screamed, unable to hide well and ended up biting into her palm, nails digging into his dark hair again, back arching as the pace increased.

- No… dont hold back. I want it. – she had no idea what he was saying, she didn't even know what her name was or where she was anymore.

He was sinking and turning and touching parts she didn't even know she had and when his thumb landed on the outside, pressing against her clit, Y/N exploded completely shaking under his weight. The insides of her lids went white, mouth dropped open in a noise she never thought was capable of, and the insides of her folded around Roman's fingers, who persisted in drawing them in and out of her, smearing her moods everywhere. She was convinced that at any moment she would lose her senses, sinking who knows where with her sins and her broken heart.

Roman was the kind of man any sane woman would want. And wasn't just his looks, though that played a significant role. He had always been perfect with her, nothing like the men who had surrounded her growing up and as much as Y/N always reminded herself that this was part of his job, her stupid heart couldn't help to fall into the trap. She had fallen badly for him and that, that moment, was something she had never been prepared for even in her dreams. Maybe wasn't real, maybe that dude with rat eyes had convinced her to actually smoke and now she was imagining it all because of some drug, but she didn't want it to stop. She didn't want it to end.

She looked at him, breath ragged and almost desperate, she gripped his forearms, leaning in to kiss him. Roman smiled, she was probably ridiculous, but he reciprocated anyway and that was enough to make her gain some courage, pushing her to reach out more to him. She gripped his broad shoulders that had so often shielded her from the rest of the world, felt his muscular chest where Y/N always wished she could hide and held on to his neck, feeling his blood pressure pulsing. His growls shook her to toes and ignoring her own sanity or her soul, Y/N opened her mouth, allowing him to invade again. She moaned against him, his tongue torturing her again and her flustering continued to rummage everywhere, up his hips, up his back, until she felt him thrust his whole being against her. The contact with his boner, badly hidden by the pants made her squeal and Roman bit her mouth, tugging at her so she wouldn’t run away.

- R-Roman I…- she tried to explain herself, but she didn't really know what to say or what to do.

- Stay still – he ordered and Y/N trembled silently, seeing him undo the belt.

Just the sight of his hard cock, stiff and already wet, would have been enough to set her on real fire if only a human could. She was tempted to close her eyes once more, but that wasn't what she wanted, she didn't want to run away and when she felt his hands gripping her legs, it felt like a dangerous beast was making its way over her. She curled up against the seat, half of her hip already jutting out and her mouth opened and closed silently as he nuzzled the tip against her soft center. A moan shook her and Roman moved his head to one side, his expression focused and his lips pursed.

- Dont push me babe or I won’t be able to be gentle - he warned her, slipping slowly inside her folds with a terrifying verse.

A sudden burning ripped through her and a feeling of fullness filled her almost to the belly. She didn't understand how something that size could make room inside her, but she didn't care anymore, at that moment she was just trying to survive herself because had suddenly forgotten how to breathe and didn't want to give Roman any more problems. She tried to move, trying to find relief, but he planted his hands on top of her head and held her still for what seemed like an eternity. She felt it pounding inside her, his forehead pressing against hers, breath slamming into her face. As Roman backed away and sank again, something wet followed and a new noise welled up from her chest in a tone she didn't even believe belonged to her.

- Ahh! – a slow stroke and then another.

- Hm, you take me so well… so good beneath me - Roman gasped on top of her and her walls tightened.

That simple spasm was enough to drive him crazy and the burning was soon replaced by an unknown pleasure, as in the grip of a blind fury, he pounded against her. The tip slammed somewhere inside her, relentlessly and forcefully, threatening to rip her soul out with each lunge. Y/N felt her body writhe, the same heat felt thanks to his fingers filling her and rolling eyes behind her head, Roman who undeterred pulled her against him in a flood of soggy noises that came from their bodies. Something was leaking down between her legs, onto the car seat, but she had no perception of anything other than his stiff cock throbbing inside her. He was spreading her, increasing the pace stroke after stroke and for an infinite time, between continuous tremors and moments of white pleasure, Roman continued to ruin her until his thrusts became sloppy, deeper and suddenly he came out of her without a single word. Unprepared for the lack her body felt, Y/N leaned over to look at him, makeup ruined like everything else, and saw him tighten his grip on his boner, giving it a couple more strokes before emptying himself onto the garage in long whitish streams. She bit her lip and instinctively squeezed her legs, watching him catch his breath, leaning all his weight on the car door and then running a hand through his dark soft hair, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

He was so inexplicably awesome he took her breath away and the sight pushed her one last time over the edge. She shivered bumpy, empty, against the dark fabric of the car as the wave of yet another climax passed through her and hands tightly against her chest, listening to the sound of her own heart echo. Gasping, Y/N lost track of time, enjoying that sense of unnatural peace and when she opened her eyes again, she was amazed that was still lying down looking at the roof of the car and not burning in the flames of hell.

If only her parents had found out… the thought, made her straighten up, looking around anxiously, but her eyes didn't travel far. Roman was flawless again as always and he looked at her with an amused smile from the door he had leaned against, shielding her from the rest of the garage.

- It's a mess, first your hands, now this... your job, they'll be mad at you, I-I-! – she tried to speak, but panic struck hera gain.

- Breath. Ain’t going anywhere - she heard him reassure her with a dangerous look and his soft, red hand slid on her cheek, caressing her with the same fingers that had managed to bring her to the edge of abyss.

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peaky blinders hc for what it would be like to be dating them/married to them!! xx

So i did married to them, hope thats alright xx

Tommy

🌿 Determined to make sure things are different this time, good and true, he wanted to marry you with the gypsies. So you had your wedding in the fields at the Golds settlement.

🌿Dangerous goes without saying, naturally, however somehow its worse than you imagined. You always thought Tommy was being dramatic when he said it would get worse once you were married

🌿 But it got worse, there have been multiple attempts on your life and Tommy is more protective of you than ever

🌿 He doesn't always show it in the best or most romantic of ways, sometimes he stays late at work, hours late because hes trying to pull together a plan that will keep you safe. He doesn't tell you often enough that its you hes thinking of, its yours and his future which keeps him going.

🌿Puts a lot of pressure on himself for things to be different this time. Hes been married in the past and failed to treat people right, he won't let himself go wrong again.

🌿When things get bad and youre scared - though you try to be brave for your husband - Tommy tries to get you to talk to him and admit your fears, says its good to be scared, shows youre still innocent, shows you're still alive.

🌿That kind of talk scares you more though and so he ends up bringing you into his lap/arms, cradling you to his body and whispering promises to keep you safe, to never leave you.

🌿Tells you stories, that if things get really bad you'll get a wagon together and dissappear never to return. You'll chanhe your names, leave everything behind, just you amd him together. You know it will never happen like that but the story comforts you every time.

🌿 Doesnt involve you in the business at all, determined to keep you pure and innocent. Even if he knows deep down its impossible.

🌿Spoils you, mostly with pretty jewellery and animals. Buys you dogs, always takes you with him to buy horses.

🌿Has a horse he keeps just for the two of you and takes you riding as often as he can.

🌿 Sometimes in the summer the two of you dissappear for days on that horse, living like gypsies where no one can reach you. These are his favourite memories. Brings himself hell from the rest of the family upon your return, but its worth it every time.

🌿 Youre one of the only people who can talk any sense into him, hes always talking to you about "mutual respect" and how hes heard its the most important thing in a marriage. So whenever you argue, and if you step out of line, he'll stop you and remind you.

🌿 "What is it we have love? Remind me eh i think I've forgotten?" "respect Tommy," you sigh. "Mutual respect, that means it goes both ways... Right," he pats your cheek lightly, his cheeky smile gets under your skin "that'll be that then eh."

🌿 The longer goes by the less he feels haunted by Grace. You're a mother to his children and he talks to you all the time about having a baby with you. Whenever you have sex he tells you thats what he wants.

🌿 Still calls you his angel, still believes you were sent from heaven to heal him.

Alfie

🐻 Good, quiet, stable and steady. Alfie treasures you and isnt going to let anything happen to you. Which means you lead a remarkably quiet life for a ganstas wife.

🐻 He keeps you out of business, and for the most part, keeps himself out of business too.

🐻 He made a joke at the wedding saying that if anyone tried to joke around and ask if he was the father of the bride, he'd cut them. You know he wasn't really joking, you know he occassionally does worry hes too old for you.

🐻 "Sure you wouldn't rather be out there with handsome young men your own age?"

🐻 The plain and simple answer is no... The longer answer is still no, but followed with lots of questions. For one, why on earth would you want to be with any of those arrogant younger men who waste all their money on snow and whiskey, who dont care for their women and sleep around... Your alfie is so good to you, devoted to you, takes care of you, hes your gruff and grumpy bear. You like thats hes a little old fashioned, that he has manners, that hes your old man.

🐻 Takes baths with you, candle lit, when the rooms all steamy he makes you lie back against his chest whilst he washes you. He hums you little tunes, tells you he thinks hes gonna write an opera one day. You joke and ask who will be his muse, you or tommy shelby. And when you make jokes like that he takes your wet hair and wraps it round his fist, tugs on it gently but harsh enough to pull your head back so that youre looking up at him.

🐻 "Remember our rules right ziskeit, you don't mention the name of the devil, we dont talk about cursed men right in this here home of ours" its like hes almost superstitious about it. Doesnt want you to say Tommys name because the man is cursed and the curse catches.

🐻 When you apologise you kiss each of his finger tips.

🐻 He bakes you bread (actual bread) all the time, especially when hes stressed, the kneeding is theraputic for him. Sometimes he gets you to help him, teaches you the proper way to do it with his hands over yours.

🐻 Eventually you move to margate together, he likes it better that way, thinks you can really be safe, thinks you'll finally be away from Tommy Shelby for good. He misses his old friend but he's glad to keep the curse away from you.

🐻 Can't sleep at night without you resting your head on his chest. Likes to comb his fingers through your hair until he falls asleep.

🐻 Likes to help you dress in the mornings, brushes your hair, lets you teach him how to make it pretty, but complains his fingers are too big and clumsy, not dainty like yours. But you like it better when Aflie does your hair for you, you feel prettier knowing his hands made you up like that.

Arthur

🍂 Tumultuous to say the least. This is one traumatised man and you accepted the ups and downs of your relationship a long time ago. Your one rule is that he never suffers alone.

🍂You want to go through everything with him, you never want him to be alone snowed up and sad drunk so even when he gets himself in a terrible state, even when he begs you to leave him because he doesnt want you to see him like that, you stay with him, you hold him whilst he cries, you weather his temper knowing he will never hurt you.

🍂 He does scare you, when he breaks things it scares you, but you know he loves you, you know its not really him but his illness, you've stood and watched him destroy a room before and then said "You gonna come here now and let your wife look after you?"

🍂 You hold his head to your chest and soothe him to sleep. Kiss his hair, tell him you know hes a good man. You tell him you love him all the time.

🍂 Despite the fact youre married he still has a complex, still thinks he doesnt deserve your love still thinks hes ruining your life, is terrified of corrupting you, but you never let those thoughts linger and refuse to take him seriously when he tells you.

🍂 "Dont be daft my darling husband, you deserve all the love in the world and I'll be damned if you get it from any woman but me..."

🍂 His heart is always in the right place even if his romantic plans dont always go to plan. Sometimes he buys you flowers but forgets to give them to you until theyve already wilted. Hes tried to cook for you and nearly set the house on fire.

You find it funny and endearing however, it means all the more to you that he tries so hard for you.

🍂 The sex is so good, and maybe a little relentless, because hes determined to be an honest man now he takes his full sexual appetite out on you and its exhausting in the best way possible. When hes pissed off you like to tease him into taking his frustration out on you sexually.

🍂 Naturally being the wife of a peaky blinder is dangerous, you and arthur both know that and your being so precious to him does mean that he is sometimes a little zealous trying to protect you.

🍂Men have lost teeth for looking at you.

🍂 And men who have actually tried to harm you... You didn't witness every death so you couldn't possibly say what happens to them...

🍂 Does make you feel powerful, you like how it makes you feel like a dangerous woman. You try to keep that secret though as arthur would hate to think he'd corrupted your morals in any way other than sexually.

John

🌼 John is a good husband because hes a good lad, a decent, honest, caring lad. He always did have a little more good in him than his brothers.

🌼 He takes being your husband seriously, he wants to provide for you, protect you, wouldnt see himself as a man if he couldnt keep his wife and home happy.

🌼 Wants a big happy family with you. Finds great comfort in sitting down at the kitchen table with all the weans running around, playing games like him and his brothers used to when they were kids, seeing you his wife there too. Its comforting to have this heavenly little bit of peace, even if its a kind of peace which is pure chaos.

🌼 Hes attentive, always checking in on his flower. He wants you to always be happy.

🌼 He's also still got the heart of a boy, hes childish and silly, likes playing games with you, will chase you around the garden, through the house, sling you over his shoulder when he catches you.

🌼 Plays with the kids, is a good father as well as a good husband, but definitely is the kind of father that ropes the kids into his tricks and uses them to help wind you up.

🌼 Cuddles up to you all the time, likes to catch your hand as you walk past him and pull you into a hug. Refuses to let you go, makes you put up a fight.

🌼 Lowkey always horny, is looking for any excuse and opportunity to fuck you.

🌼 Brings gifts back for you from the city, brings you flowers. Threads them through your hair.

🌼 Always trying to steal kisses from you.

🌼 At family meetings he stands by you, with his arm around your waist and his hand holding yours. He wont let anybody talk down to you. He takes protecting you very seriously.

🌼 Would throw himself in front of you, take a bullet for you, run into a burning building for you in a heartbeat. He takes being your husband very seriously.

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie is the sweetest husband and he takes being your husband very seriously indeed, sometimes a little too seriously, which is adorable.

🍀"I'm your husband, I've got to look after you," "Got to keep my lovely wife safe and sound haven't i..."

🍀Makes you all these promises of how your life will be when hes a world famous fighter.

🍀 Treats you like youre still courting, picks you wildflowers, takes pride in catching good meat for you. Brings you little gifts back from the city. Sometimes he steals you little gifts from the city.

🍀 A boy of tradition, couldn't see you the night before the wedding...

🍀 The wedding was in spring, it was pure and blissful, you danced the whole night with him around the fires. It was a raucous celebration by all accounts and when it came to consumating

🍀 Now he dreams of having children with you, wants to be a father to your babies so badly... And telling you that when hes burried inside you makes you both hold onto one another even tighter in your passion.

🍀 He used to be nervous to have you at his fights but now youre his good luck charm... Not that he needs any luck but still, he likes to be able to look over and see his little dove rooting for him.

🍀 You insist upon being the one to help him prepare for the fight, youre the one who wraps his hands carefully. You put your forehead to his and your noses brush when you tell him to make sure he wins. 🍀You also insist upon being the one to patch him up afterwards. He doesnt like you getting your hands dirty like that, says you shouldnt be the one cleaning him up but you always argue. "Womens hands are more delicate and careful than mens, and I'm not having any other woman back here with you..."

🍀Besides its a good way of getting him alone after the fight. You love seeing the animalistic side of him that the fights bring out in him and watching him in the ring makes you want him pretty desperately...

🍀 Especially because its the only time you can trick him into being anything but careful with you. You like how hard he fucks you when he's still burning with adrenaline.

🍀And then afterwards when youre both coming down together how gentle he is with you, how concerned he is that he might have gone too hard and hurt you.

🍀He'll hold you in his lap, still burried inside you, scatter you in kisses, especially if you happen to have bruises on your neck and shoulders from his bites.

🍀"I'm so sorry little dove, do you hurt?" "Its a good kind of hurt Bonnie, it feels good," but he'll make sure to kiss every one better multiple times whilst he tells you how precious you are.

🍀Its not that he's insecure, he isn't at all, he knows you'd never pay another man any mind whatsoever, but its the principle of things... He believes in his morals and traditions and thinks other men should too... You don't hit girls, you show women respect, you protect them... And you don't flirt with other mens wives.

🍀 So if someone isn't respectful enough of you for his liking, he'll teach them a lesson.

🍀 And when he catches other men looking at you with lust in their eyes, he makes a cheeky little display of kissing you and holding you and letting everyone know youre his.

🍀 Puts his cap on your head sometimes when youre walking. Just to let everyone know youre the wife of a peaky boy.

Isaiah

🐀No one thought they'd see Isaiah married so young, but when he found out you were carrying his child he didn't exactly settle down but he did show everyone how serious he was about you.

🐀His father did the ceremony, it was small but lavish. A family and peakys affair, with a roaring party at the Garrison afterwards.

🐀He has you give up working, won't have his wife and the mother of his child going to work when he can provide plenty enough for the three of you by himself.

🐀You worry about him a lot. Not because you dont think hes capable of looking after himself but because you know just how capable he is of getting himself into trouble.

🐀And he does get himself into trouble, especially over you, doesnt hesitate to pick a fight with anyone whose eye you catch, now that youre his wife he takes his role as your "protector" extra seriously, not only that but he views you as his property, and no one else should be laying a finger or glance at those which belong to him.

🐀You tell him all the time you wish he'd calm down a little, get into less scraps but he says "What kind of a husband would i be if i didnt defend the honor of my wife"

🐀Really likes reminding you that youre his wife... As if you could ever forget it. Tells you youre his all the time. Makes you tell him that youre his.

🐀"Who do you belong to?" when hes fucking you, "You Isaiah, you..." "And only me..."

🐀Just because youre his wife and an honest woman doesnt mean youre having pure and honest sex... Hes rough with you, fucks you hard and fast and mercilessly.

🐀Although he likes seeing you in his jacket, he sees it as a status symbol that his wife should have lots of glamourous things of her own, so you have your own coat, which he always reminds you to wear. "What kind of husband lets his wife leave the house half dressed?" you tell him hes being dramatic.

🐀But he doesnt see it that way, he thinks you deserve the whole world, all the glamour and riches you could ever wish for, he isnt going to give you and his baby anything less than just that.

🐀Is definitely a dominant husband, has lots of ideas about the way a marriage should be and he is determined to do things properly.

🐀Tells you youre the reason he takes on dangerous jobs, that everything he does with the peakys is for you, to get a better life for you and your baby.

🐀Doesnt listen when you say you dont need anything other than him, that you only need him alive and healthy and there with you. That success and wealth mean nothing if you can't have him with you.

Michael

☘️ He comes off as cold to you sometimes. He doesnt mean to but sometimes he upsets you when he gets distant, too focussed on impressing Tommy Shelby and living up to the family name.

☘️ But when he realises what hes done and how hes hurt you he softens and warms to you immediately. Doesnt apologise for the way he has been because this is Michael and he never apologises, but he does remind you why, tells you its all for you.

☘️ Youre not sure you completely believe him there, you know some of it at least is feeding his ego, he wants everything his cousin has and more, but youre happy to let him believe that you believe his lie.

☘️And he does spoil you, youre his wife and so you must have the best, be the most spoilt woman in the room, he buys you the most beautiful dresses, has them made special for you.

☘️ His favourite thing is to buy you jewelery, especially necklaces. He has you stand in front of the mirror and watch whilst he puts it around your neck and fixes the clasp.

☘️ Then he takes the rest of your clothes off one by one, until youre only wearing the necklace, and he fucks you in the mirror, "look at all these pretty things i own," hes talking about you, "my beautoful wife, isnt she good letting me dress her up and fuck her whenever i choose"

☘️ Loves the symbolism of marriage, that youre his property that he owns you and can corrupt you. Likes that youre a well behaved, good girl who does as her husband tells her.

☘️ Kind of enjoys seeing how other men lust after you, enjoys knowing that he really does have the most beautiful woman. If he catches tommy admiring you he is both smug and pleased with himself whilst also pissed off and possesive.

☘️ In other words he has crossed a line and threatened Tommy for admiring you.

☘️ He's arrogant and it gets him into trouble a lot. You spend a lot of time soothing his wounded ego and talking him down from potential fights and bad ideas

☘️ You use sex to distract him a lot, worshipping him and really showering his ego with praise.

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riddle-me-im-sirius · 1 year

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Jealousy Jealousy~

Hey guyss, this is my first fic and i hope you like it, there might be some grammar mistake and its also my first time writting so im sorry if its bad or cringe😭

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Damian Wayne, the son of Batman, was not one to openly express his emotions. He was always composed and reserved, rarely showing any signs of weakness. However, there was one emotion that he couldn't control - jealousy.

He had been secretly crushing on Reader for a long time now. Reader was kind, brave and intelligent. She was everything he wanted in a partner, but he could never bring himself to confess his feelings to her. He was afraid that she might reject him or worse, that she might fall for someone else.

And that was exactly what happened.

Reader had recently started spending more time with Tim Drake, also known as Red Robin. Damian had always been suspicious of Tim's intentions towards Reader, but he couldn't deny that they seemed to be getting along well.

One day, Damian saw Reader and Tim laughing together in the Batcave. He felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel angry at Tim for making Reader laugh like that. He stormed out of the Batcave, not wanting to see them together anymore.

Reader noticed Damian's sudden departure and decided to follow him. She found him sitting on the rooftop of Wayne Manor, looking out at the city skyline.

"Damian, what's wrong?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

"Nothing," Damian replied, not looking at her.

"Don't lie to me, Damian. I can tell something's bothering you," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Damian sighed, knowing that he couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. "It's just...I don't like seeing you with Tim," he admitted, finally looking at her.

"Why not? Tim's a good friend," She said, confused.

"It's not just that. I...I have feelings for you, Y/N. And seeing you with someone else makes me jealous," Damian confessed, looking away from her.

She was shocked by Damian's revelation, but also relieved. She had been harboring feelings for him too, but she never thought he felt the same way.

"Damian, I had no idea. I...I have feelings for you too," Y/N said, taking his hand in hers.

Damian looked at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "You do?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression with Tim. He's just a friend," Y/N explained.

Damian felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He leaned in and kissed Y/N, feeling a surge of happiness in his chest.

"I'm glad I told you, Y/N. I don't want to keep anything from you," Damian said, smiling at her.

"I'm glad too, Damian. And don't worry, you have nothing to be jealous about. You're the one I want," Y/N said, kissing him back.

#damian wayne #batman #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #tim drake #bruce wayne #fanfic

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ashesandhackles · 7 months

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HP Reread - Order of Phoenix (Part 3)

Chapter 25, 26,27,28 - OOTP

Antonin Dolohov murdered the Prewett brothers. He will later kill Remus. He is repeatedly implied to be a very deadly Death Eater, and it is his slashing spell that will hurt Hermione in the climax of OOTP.

Harry feeling horrified and guilty at Bode's death: "How come we didnt recognise the Devil's Snare? We have seen this before, we could have stopped this from happening":(

Hermione deciding to send Skeeter a letter due to the seriousness of the breakout, and how much there is need to change the narrative. lol at her being vague with her plans that makes Ron grumble: "would it kill her to tell us what she is up to?"

Lee being an absolute king in trying to turn Umbridge's decree against her. However, he gets a bleeding hand for his effort and Harry has to recommend him essence of murtlap (an info Lee relays to Fred and George, which helps their products)

Neville improving in DA classes so unnervingly that he is only behind Hermione in mastering the Shield Charm.

LOLLL the entire scene at Puddifoot, where Harry feels like if Roger and his girlfriend kept kissing, he would be expected to compete. And then he looks up to avoid looking at them (or Cho), and cherubs throw confetti in his face.

Harry grabbing the sugar bowl when Cho takes her hand off the table. Harry laughing when he finally understands that Cho is jealous of Hermione. Oh god. The second hand embarrassment is real.

Hermione cornering Rita is such fun. XD I love that she makes use of resources at hand - even if she doesnt think much of the Quibbler herself. (Also, she took Sirius' advice, and kept the meeting in Three broomsticks instead of Hog's Head).

The breakout had gifted Harry a desire to do something, and he talked about the most traumatic night of his life so far to a journalist he did not trust on account of that. This also shows his faith in Hermione's facilitation of his need for justice. These two will be scary in the Ministry together.

also, Hermione knowing that Ginny has been sneaking around with their brooms since she was 6, and her implicit criticism of the way people talk about Ron: "at least my happiness doesnt depend on goalkeeping ability"

"You are banned as long as Umbridge is in the school" - Ginny's association with hope, with future, and comfort.

Angelina not letting Ron resign and Harry giving Ron the space to go to bed and pretend to sleep if he needed to <3

Harry being impressed with Ginny's performance and then going, "I would have been faster tho" the audacity of this boy XD

"An interview? What do you mean?" "I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered her" and Harry throws the Quibbler at her. LMAO.

Cho apologising to Harry:"The interview was so brave, it made me cry" and Harry wishing that she hadnt cried over it. Ugh, this compellingly messy dynamic.

This is such a hard book for Harry. Being so afraid that you would wake up and look like Voldemort. He bites down to not make any noise during his visions, just because Seamus had recently stopped seeing him as a nutter.

Snape once again projecting on Harry - he brings up the idea that Harry seeing dreams and visions of Voldemort makes him feel "special, important". And Harry reflects it back to him, "No, that's your job, isnt it?" "That is my job." Stop your power struggle with a 15 year old Snape XD

Harry did it! He focused on Snape in between memories, and pushed him back with a protego! And Harry sees Snape memories: that imply a domestic abuse situation in his house (hook nose man shouting at a cowering woman while a boy cried in corner), a clear case of neglect (Snape shooting down flies in a room), and a sense of injured masculinity (a girl laughing at a scrawny boy's attempt to get ona bucking broomstick). Snape pushes Harry back at the last memory, and I wonder if that girl was Lily.

Snape also compliments this, "Well that's an improvement. I dont remember asking you to do a Shield Charm, but it was no doubt, effective."

The lesson end at Trelawney's screaming, Snape runs out and so does Harry. Sneaky parallel.

I really love the description of Trelawney to set the scene. My favorite descripton is her innumerable shawls were coming down from shoulders giving the impression "she is falling apart at the seams."

Dumbledore appointing Firenze is such a power move Imao.

a twinkling red star winked at him - reference to Mars, which consistently shows up in text again and again with Harry. Firenze brings attention to this, and the fact that Harry is directly under it is nice way in text to remind us there is a war coming.

"There are things more important than keeping a job" and Hagrid's hands shake. Because this job has been something he wanted, something his name was cleared for.

We get to know that Marietta's mother has been helping police Hogwarts fires, and Willy Widdershin of the regurgitating toilets was let off after he gave info on Harry.

Percy laughing at Fudge's sarcasm, and Harry for the first time expresses anger towards Percy in his internal monologue. Before he was just shocked and confused.

Kingsley modifiying Marietta's memory, to corroborate with Dumbledore's story. That man is quick. He did it immediately after Dumbledore says they can't prove 6 months worth of meetings.

ooh, it is implied that Fawkes' singing kept the four unconscious on the floor and the moment Fawkes leaves with Dumbledore, they are all awake.

Fred and George sending Montague into Vanishing Cabinet and how Montague gets out (nearly killing himself by Apparating) and gives Malfoy the information needed for the plot of HBP.

Snape the nerd, writing foot long answers. I love how much teenage Snape's body language is entirely different from adult Snape, and how much the adult Snape is a construction. Teenage Snape will lie on grass and scream hexes and swear words at you.

James literally traces and embellishes Lily's initials like a dork lol.

I deep dive into Marauder dynamics in chapter here.

"Wormtail was the only one who didnt laugh" : how cute is it that Remus laughs at his own dry joke XD

There is a strong theme of masculinity in this chapter, and James is making a performance of it with the snitch, with messing up his hair and Harry notices that this is done for the girls by the lake. (Harry wondered why James doesnt tell Wormtail to get a grip, and Sirius does it few seconds later much more unkindlyXD)

The power dynamic of the scene is framed with description of Sirius as "dog who scented a rabbit" and underlines it further by Remus' implicit disapproval (that he avoids by staring into a book, my poor bean) and Peter's anticipation (Sirius line in POA comes to mind about how Peter was drawn to the biggest bully in the playground)

Interesting note about James: he uses household spells like Scourgify for an attack. I can imagine him being similarly creative later in the Order. (it gives me such ideas of Transfiguration being his fav subject)

Interesting to me that even though both James and Sirius are on the scene, it is James Lily is consistently addressing.

Snape attempts a workshop Sectumsempra on James' cheek (clearly not the fully developed version) and James turns around and uses Snape's own spell against him. This moment alone speaks to such history in this dynamic.

Lily's "10 things I hate about you" speech is interesting because she also noticed that he was playing with the snitch (something he had nicked). She was also watching him.

Snape, emasculated by the scene, tries to exert power over one thing he has power over: his friendship with Lily. He uses Lily's otherness in wizarding world to reclaim power in the scene, and Lily throws it back at him by calling him the nickname his bullies call him and commenting on his underpants (therefore his class otherness). Utter dissolution of a friendship.

Lily channels her hurt and frustration at Snape's rejection of her onto James when he tries to help, and does a "10 things I hate about you" speech.

James tries to deal with being rejected publicly by Lily by directing his anger at Snape and threatening to take his pants off, in line with masculinity theme of this chapter.

Harry making Dudley-James associations. He will integrate a more complicated view of his father in later chapters (where he associates James with Ron), but this moment, where Harry rejects hypermasculinity displayed by James (but is keen to not reject James himself), is an important moment of moral growth for Harry.

OOTP - Chapter 29,30, 31, 32,33

Cute trip opening scene when Hermione is drawing up colour coded timetable for the boys (and nagging Harry), Ron brightening at the thought of evenings off and Crookshanks trying to get Harry's attention since he is brooding.

Harry is not only questioning James' morality, he is also questioning Sirius' ('look at what he was like himself') and Remus ('he just let it happen'). Later in the chapter, he wonders - "did he want to be like his father anymore?"

looking at Mrs Weasleys easter eggs, a handsome one with snitches on them makes Harry feel emotional. The way chocolate is tied to comfort + longing and Mrs Weasley functioning as an echo of a home.

lmao the scene where Harry admits he wants to go to Umbridge's office is peak Hermione as mum, Harry as sulky teenager and Ron as Arthur to Hermione's Molly scene.

Harry is so hypervigilant in Snape's class for his taunts, it clearly affects his performance in class. Because Snape is ignoring him, he could whip up a decent E level potion (which ofc Snape shatters).

"He attacked Snape for no good reason - well just because you said you were bored" - the apologetic tone Harry says this in and Sirius' quick "I'm not proud of it" shows how careful they are with each other. It is a big step for Sirius to admit he is not proud of his behaviour (because 2 years before, he all but snarled "served him right"), and this is the influence of Harry's distress. Remus also notes this with a "sideways glance" at him. (Remus also, something he hasn't shied away from admitting, owns his own culpability but is also harsher with himself -"did i ever tell you to lay off him?" and Sirius tries to correct/comfort that with "you made us feel ashamed of ourselves")

Harry knowing Hermione's nagging face lolll ("she fixed Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined air") and he just interuppts before she starts lol.

hermione predicting Ron will do well without Fred and George around to watch <3

"Kind of makes you wish we had Norbert back, doesn't it?" yes, Harry. Norbert would be far preferable. I really am not sure why we have a storyline where Dumbledore sends envoys to giants so they can have them as allies (as actual thinking beings with political weight) and then write an entire chapter about how Hagrid is stupid for trying to "civilise" Grawp with English lessons. Why are you writing marginalisation like this, where you validate how "savage" Grawp is? Just a book ago, there is critique on how giants face prejudice via Hagrid and Madame Maxime, but then you're like, "maybe the prejudice has some sort of weight cos giants are brutal actually".

Cant believe we get an entire chapter of this and not Ron's victory over Slytherins and in Quidditch.

More on the giant's rant that I have and my absolute loathing for this Grawp chapter: Hagrid's Tale is one of the few times Hagrid is allowed to act as a competent adult - going with Maxime off country to send envoys to giants. For once, he is not someone the trio constantly has to take care of or save from trouble (it's not something I particularly mind, but I do have a problem here - where there is an additional layer of the fact that Hagrid hasn't had formal education. This entire chapter - he is just made a joke of and it reinforces the prejudices wizarding world shouldnt be having)

I really love the opening scene of Ron basking in the glory of having won the match, and he sits under the very same beech tree rumpling his hair, and Harry grins affectionately at being reminded of his father. It shows that Harry is beginning to integrate parts of his father - from seeing him as Dudley at end of SWM to seeing Ron-like qualities in him.

Cho crying out of temper and kicking her broom away after Gryffindor won the match : what a competitive streak. Love it.

"Hagrid's monster mates" - once again, the narrative needs to pick what giants are meant to be.

Griselda Marchbanks, the one who resigned from Wizengamot in protest against the High Inquistor appointment, is apparently friends with Neville's gran. Daily Prophet snidely said she had links with "subversive goblin groups".

Harold Dingle and his powdered dragon claw and Eddie Carmichael and his brain stimulant trade XD

also ron mothering Hermione asking her to eat a decent meal so she can have good sleep <3

ooh, Hermione wondering if she did justice on Cheering Charms (its the lesson she missed in POA when she lost track of time). I wonder if not attending the actual class makes her feel nervous, and not like she had enough time with the information.

Umbridge's "nasty smile" when she sees Harry's patronus in DADA exam: a hint towards her actual involvement in sending Dementors after Harry.

The confrontation between Hagrid, Umbridge and McGonagall is beautifully written. Really love the atmosphere here with the use of lights from the castle, the hut, the moon over the darkness of the lawn to set up the mood of the scene. The moment McGonagall was lit by the stunning spells sent at her? Eerie.

Harry staring at Parvati's hair while sleep-deprived in history exam cos there was something gold in it. He sure likes shiny hair.

there is a question in history of magic exam about how legislation of wand: whether it better controlled the goblin riots in 18th century. The politics of this is brought up in Deathly Hallows, where griphook brings up how wizards have denied other creatures rights of expanding their magical powers by refusing to share wandlore.

Harry's sheer blinding panic and fear in this chapter hurts to read.

I actually really love how bad the communication is between Harry and Hermione in this chapter. Where, in her desperation to stop him, she calls out his "saving the people thing" in an effort to make him understand that Voldemort's playing into an instinct in Harry, and Harry obviously feels stupid about the way she calls it out and thinks she is criticising it as a an attention seeking thing. It makes him less sympathetic to her appeal that it could be a trap, but the scene anyway ends with him conceding to check with her and recognising her offer to come with him to Umbridge's office as "mark of loyalty."

Kreacher's hands are injured cos he injured Buckbeak. There was a lovely Tumblr post I read about this moment, about how combination of Sirius' indifferent cruelty (towards kreacher) and love (for Buckbeak, Harry) is what pushed him towards the events of his death. It perfectly captures his duality.

The conversation between Snape and Umbridge is hilarious. Snape offering his sympathies to Umbridge in case she wanted to poison Harry ("venoms act too fast to give victims time for truth telling"), the ironic bow before he leaves and telling Crabbe to loosen his hold on Neville because if he suffocates, there will be "lots of tedious paperwork" LOL.

Harry noticing that Hermione was not really crying immediately, and knowing that she is scheming XD These two will be a force in the Ministry. Imagine Harry looking at Hermione trapping someone ina courtroom and being like, "yeah, saw that one a mile away. Sucks to be you buddy."

Man, Hermione is having quite a day. Her inexperience with a plan she is making up as she goes along showed, as well as her putting her foot in her mouth. Umbridge is a threat she has known and assessed well, the centaurs, less so. She will grow from this in DH, when she makes bigger elaborate plans with failsafes on the spot. (For example, the Lovegoods escape)

Ginny being astonished that a herd of centaurs left Harry and Hermione behind - suggesting familiarity with the centaur ways. Interesting character note! (also how her and Luna also clearly pay attention in Care of Magical Creatures, as they both remind the trio of Thestral traits - that they are good for finding places riders are looking for, and Harry and Hermione being covered in blood will lure more of them). I wouldnt have paid attention to this detail without @whinlatter lovely WIP "Beasts".

Chapter 34, 35,36,37,38

Proof of Ron, Hermione and Ginny's loyalty and gutsiness: they are willing to ride an invisible horse for hours in the air to help Harry. (also Luna is so cute, sitting all in side saddle)

Harry thinking the veil had a strange beauty to it, and that he felt a strong inclination to walk through it is an indication of his fascination with death. He isn't the only one: Luna, Neville, Ginny are all similarly entranced. Only Ron and Hermione are not and they drag everyone away.

Sirius' knife, Harry's gift is melted by the Love Room in Department of Mysteries :(

Ginny wanting to watch the bird's progress is so cute. Such a lovely detail - I never noticed this interest in creatures before. But she consistently thinks in terms of animals, she even thought the brains they initially saw were fish. ("his eyes are as green as fresh pickled toad" anyone?)

how interesting that the Prophecy Hall is beyond the room full of Time-Turners.

interesting note of how some prophecies having liquid glow (Harry's felt warm as he touched it) and how some prophecies were blown out like a night bulb. Could indicate that the events they had foretold have come to pass etc.

I love during the entire conversation with Death Eaters, you can feel Harry being hypervigilant. He notices the shifts in Bellatrix speaking and makes decisions - once he speaks Voldemort's name, he holds the prophecy tighter because given that he riled her, he expected an attempt to take it from him. And then of course, he is very "improvise. adapt. overcome" with the plan to smash shelves.

Harry's athleticism shines in these chapters where he is elbowing and ducking around Death Eater attacks, launching himself on top of them, heaving Ron when he is out and flinging him when he needs to help the others, rolling over tables to get to doors quick XD

Neville kicking aside fragments of his father's old wand when he carries Hermione. It's his "I'm gonna be my own person not defined by my father's legacy" moment, a parallel to Harry's own in this book.

I love the tiny detail that Tonks is above on the steps, firing spells down at Bellatrix. The distance she keeps, and the detail of Bellatrix and Andromeda resembling each other to the point they could be mistaken for each other, adds such a layer to this detail.

Sirius and Bellatrix are so caught up in their battle that they dont even notice that Dumbledore had arrived. Speaks to their personal history and intensity of their duel.

Harry's child-like denial is utterly heartbreaking. The way he thinks that Remus doesn't understand because he had heard whispers behind the veil, and surely people are hiding there, and that Sirius is just hiding. It is the most child-like he has been and it breaks my heart.

Remus' voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry, speaking as though every word caused him pain, or just not being able to look at the veil:(

The moment Harry is angry that Sirius would keep him waiting. It is such a childish, entitled reaction. The boy who never expects anything from his adult figures feels like he has the space to be mad at Sirius for keeping him waiting - and then realises, that Sirius would never keep him waiting. And that's how he knows Sirius is dead.

Harry laughing at Bellatrix right after Sirius' death ("a mad laugh to match her own"): the boy really is his godfather's godson.

Bellatrix loves Voldemort, but also fears Voldemort. The moment he comes - Sirius turns from the mocking "dear cousin" to "Animagus Black." She is super keen to distance herself from Sirius in front of him and it calls to the scene later in Deathly Hallows, where she claims she never laid eyes on Andromeda after she ran away.

"We both know there are other ways of destroying a man. Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I must admit" - contrast this with Deathly Hallows, where Dumbledore leads Harry away from Voldemort's maimed soul in the limbo. Harry feels pity for it, and even tries to save Voldemort, but Dumbledore is beyond that and this scene conveys it.

"And I'll see Sirius again.." it's not only Harry's love for Sirius that drives Voldemort out of his body, but it is also his very raw desire for death. Something he wishes once again, when he is at his parents' graves. (it is this passive ideation that Hermione grasps at the grave and why Harry's desire for Resurrection Stone terrifies her)

"You've been chasing the wrong man for 12 months, it's time you listened to sense!" Dumbledore's feelings of Sirius' fate are also encapsulated in this line. He claims responsibility for Sirius' fate next chapter, but his anger and guilt at Sirius' death is clear here.

Harry's intense guilt and hatred for himself, where he had never before wished he was someone else so intensely, that he was trapped inside his body and mind. It is this guilt, even though he expresses them this chapter, that he will carry with him in HBP and it will come out in moments like strangling Mundungus for perceived disrespect to Sirius.

"I know how you're feeling Harry" "No you dont" : it is both Harry lashing out his intense self-hatred, but also his feelings of abandonment. In his mind, if Dumbledore understood his feelings, he would not have "abandoned" him through the summer or the year. So this moment of Dumbledore reaching out in solidarity after a year of freezing him out makes Harry angry.

Harry just demolishing his office, and Dumbledore remaining calm and detached through it, until Harry himself matches Dumbledore's tone to let him out. Such a well written scene.

The chapter is good illumination of how Dumbledore's distance/detachment and big picture thinking and how it hurts people: Dumbledore locking Sirius and Harry up (Harry shouting this back at him must be a painful reminder of his time with his sister), Snape not overcoming his feelings ("some wounds run too deep for healing").

"I alone could prevent this, and I alone must be strong" - How Dumbledore rationalises his decisions, the weight of the guilt he carries, the calculations he must make. # war general.

"He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you": Voldemort destroying everyone and everything that reminds him of who he is. Strange likenesses from Voldemort is not a compliment, when he wants to be extraordinary, special and unique.

Harry thinking that if only he had just pulled back the veil, he would have seen Sirius greeting him with a laugh like a bark :(

Dumbledore trying to repair Harry's feelings of abandonment by telling him why he didn't choose Harry as a prefect.

Fred and George sending Ron mountains of Chocolate frog after the Ministry fiasco to express their care, in a book where they were harder on him is <3

Ah, that subtle implication that Harry spent hours by the lake, crying about his godfather until the sunset. :( It is gorgeously subtle writing - him getting up at sunset, and wiping his face on his sleeve.

The way the book twists our innards with Harry opening Sirius' gift. :( and how Harry hopes again, and when the hope shatters, he throws the mirror. But it is the very same mirror shard, Sirius' gift that will enable Dobby to help the trio out of the manor, where Harry would ask for help because he saw a parental figure's eye (Dumbledore).

Luna validating Harry's feeling that they were just lurking out of sight, behind the veil and it is this connection with death and understanding of afterlife that comforts Harry. That he will see Sirius again.

#hp reread #ootp #harry james potter #sirius black #ron weasley #hermione granger #ginny weasley

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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Insufferable Pt 2 (Crosshair x F!Reader)

Writers block is killing me lmaoooo so I decided to make a part 2 to one of my first fics i ever wrote because its been sitting in my drafts for way too long. Hope Yall enjoy, let me know what you think. Likes, Reblogs and Replies fuel me so pls dont hold back. Thinking of writing a part 3 but idk yet lol

I proofread it but im tired as hell so let me know if i missed anything

Rating: (E (18+) Warnings: Gags, Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Oral (F!Receiving), mentions of drawing blood Word Count: 2600+

Masterlist

It’s been weeks since the Batch landed on Kamino. Weeks of tests and poking and prodding and nothing to do but wait for orders to come in. It’s been a while since the batch had been on Kamino for this long in between missions and tensions were running high. Hunter had snapped at Wrecker, Tech had snapped at Hunter, Wrecker was trying to keep his head down and Crosshair? Crosshair was being the most unbearable of them all.

The Batch were used to his clipped replies and scathing remarks by now, but at the moment it’s like he was trying extra hard to be a snarky prick and the others were sick of it. They had gotten a brief reprieve when Crosshair was called down to the shooting range for an evaluation by Nala Se and a couple of other doctors and scientists but according to Tech’s findings in the Kaminoan data base he performed ‘sub-optimally’ and was sent to medical for an examination.

The Batch shared withering stares, knowing that if Crosshair was being intolerable now then the results of todays evaluations were only going to make the sniper ten times worse to deal with. A new mission could not come soon enough.

Crosshair was stalking down the halls of Kamino, and if looks could kill, any reg that he passed would have dropped dead had he been brave enough to make eye contact with the furious sniper. He was seething to himself as his legs dragged him down to the medical wing, towards the one person he wanted to see less than anyone else on this maker forsaken planet at the moment, you.

Ever since he made the grave mistake of giving in to his sordid desires with you on his mind, he could barely look at you, not that the two of you had a good relationship to begin with, but now it was worse.

Any time he looked at you he would be reminded of how he debased himself to the thought of you. How he couldn’t even control himself enough not to give you the smallest amount of power over him, and he hated it. The worst part? It wasn’t even the one time. After the metaphorical seal was broken, he couldn’t stop. Every night since he would bring himself to mind-blowing, leg shaking orgasms by his own hand in the ‘fresher, your name threatening to escape him in the form of strangled groans as he bites down on his fist to stifle his sounds. Those same nights he would wake up, panting, painfully hard as your form invaded even his subconscious.

He knew his brothers were on the receiving end of his short temper more than usual, but they had luckily chalked it up to their lack of action recently and being cooped up together in a tiny barracks on Kamino. He’s not sure how he would deal with it if they had any idea of the real reason he was so short tempered with them.

He’s shaken from his reverie as the door to your office slides open, he was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realise he was just standing outside your door. You look up at him, datapad in hand and give him a sickly-sweet smile. A brief look down at the pad in front of you shows the results from his lacklustre performance at the shooting range as well as some requests for certain medical examinations to see if the cause of his frustration is physical or mental.

He barges past you into your office without uttering a word and takes a seat in front of your desk.

“Well hello to you too Cross” you beam at him. It’s like you enjoy watching him suffer, like you derive some sick pleasure from watching him fail. He can’t stand it; he can’t stand you. So why is his cock reacting to your taunting smile? Why does he have to actively resist the urge to push you up against your desk and shut you up himself? He still doesn’t say a word, just glares at you while he pops a toothpick in his mouth.

“Just a couple of things today before I move your ungrateful behind onto a specialist, shed your armour and take your top off so I can draw some blood” He’s totally silent as he removes the top half of his armour and blacks, revealing the planes of his scarred chest. You quickly and painlessly draw some blood from his arm before running it through a machine to test his hormone levels and to test for any diseases.

“Have you been sexually active in the last 6 cycles?” You ask while looking down at the machine readout that’s coming up on your pad. The question startles him, he knows it’s standard, its not even the first time you’ve asked him, but while his traitorous cock is trapped against his body and his codpiece the question feels… different. He concedes that he can’t remain non-verbal the entire appointment and the sooner he gets through this the sooner he can… relieve himself.

“Yes” his reply is clipped, he’s still refusing to make eye contact, preferring to look around the sterile white room. You give a light snort, before looking up at him from your pad.

“Something funny?” he grits out at you, teeth clenching down on the toothpick in his mouth.

“Oh just with your sparkling personality I just wasn’t sure how lucky you were wooing the ladies, or men, no judgment, you’re just a little… how should I say this… abrasive?” the machine has finished uploading the data from his blood samples to your pad and you continue flicking through the results to see if there are any anomalies.

“I’m nicer to people who don’t piss me off Doc” he’s looking away again, out the small window near the back of your office, watching the ever-present Kamino rain. “Besides working for the GAR you get a lotta ladies hanging around bases looking to have some fun with a clone or two. But I’m sure you know all about that don’t you?” he turns to face you, a cocky smirk painting his features.

You balk, gripping your pad, brows furrowed as you look for something to say. He’s not wrong after all, you have had a rendezvous with a few clones in your time serving as a doctor on Kamino. It gets lonely and the donor was a very attractive man, so naturally things were bound to happen.

“Jealous Cross?” you’re still inputting the results of his blood test into the system, refusing to make eye contact as you try to recover from being called out.

“Not at all, why would I need some reg’s sloppy seconds when I’ve got lines of women ready to throw themselves at me and my ‘sparkling personality’ any time I’m off world” he finally has the upper-hand again and you’re scrambling to keep up. You simply decide on staying quiet while you gather the instruments required for the rest of the exams and will the rising blush away from your cheeks. “Out of the rest of your armour and on the bed” you grit out at him, still refusing to look him in the eye.

“Oh Doc, you gotta woo me a little better than that if you want me in your bed” you can hear the cocky smile in his voice breaking through over the clatter of his armour hitting the hard floor of your office as he follows your instructions and sits down on the cot in front of you. “If I wanted a cocky di’kut in my bed I’d ask any of the clones from Tango Squad to join me, not you, now lie down so we can get this over with and you can be a pain in your brother’s asses instead of mine” you move the scanner over him, adjusting the settings before running it over his whole body, watching the readouts closely searching for any abnormalities.

“Those shinies wouldn’t know how to please a woman if it hit them in the face” he drawls, eyes trained on your form leaning over his body. You let out another involuntary laugh “Oh and you would hotshot?” your eyes don’t leave the readout in front of you, if they did you would see the tent that Crosshair is pitching in his blacks as his eyes rake up and down your form.

Every single lewd thought the sniper has had while touching himself in the refresher coming to the surface now that you’re so close, the confirmation that you have indeed slept with regs making his blood boil. He could make you feel better than any of those regs could ever dream of, he would make your body sing for him, and he’s certain you would let him.

“I would” he states simply and watches as a blush spreads its way up your neck to the tips of your ears, your throat bobs slightly as you swallow, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. You finish your scans, moving the machinery away and begin busying yourself with your datapad again. Without looking up you walk over to your office and punch in a code to the door panel locking it before walking back over to where Crosshair sits on the edge of the cot, leaning back with his hands planted on the fabric behind him, lets spread, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other.

“Prove it then” you finally look up, placing your data pad on the desk.

“Now now Doc, who says I want to prove myself to you?” his voice dropping an octave as you saunter over to him. Your eyes land on the bulge caged by his blacks and you smirk up at him “Your body betrays you trooper, but if you don’t want to I have plenty of fine men on the other side of that door I can mmphh-” he silences you by slamming his lips against yours, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you against him as he runs his tongue along your lower lip, you open your mouth slightly and he slips his tongue inside, swallowing any sound that threatens to escape you.

You reluctantly break apart for air, panting slightly with kiss swollen lips as Crosshair stands up off the bed and slowly starts peeling your uniform pants and panties down your legs. “You talk too much Doc” he grunts out spinning you and placing your now naked ass on the bed that he was just occupying. “and what are you going to do abou-” you’re once again interrupted as Crosshair shoves your panties into your mouth and you look at him incredulously. “Much better” he growls as he lowers himself down to his knees, running his hands along your bare thighs before spreading them and gazing at your slick entrance.

“You’re already so kriffing wet doc, those regs mustn’t be treating you right if you’re already this soaked for me” you can feel the warm puffs of his breath fanning over your sensitive entrance as he talks. He looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your cunt, swirling the muscle around your clit before diving in and eating you like a man starved.

Your groan is stifled by the fabric shoved in your mouth, saliva is threatening to spill around your lips as Cross laps at you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, indulging in the feeling of his tongue slipping inside you. You didn’t want to admit it but the clones you have been sleeping with have been somewhat lacklustre recently, with you often having to finish yourself off after they excused themselves back to their barracks. Tonight however, you can tell by the rapidly tightening coil in your stomach that that will not be an issue.

Cross groans into your cunt, and the vibrations of his voice send electricity shooting down your spine, winding the coil tighter. You open your eyes and glance down, the Sniper has freed himself from his blacks and his using his free hand to stroke his hard length vigorously. The sight sends you over the edge, your thighs wrap themselves around his head as all of your muscles tense and your orgasm washes over you and down onto his chin, your loud moans of his name muffled by the now soaked fabric still stuffed in your mouth.

Crosshair continues lapping at your juices, bringing you to overstimulation before extracting himself from your thighs and wiping your slick from his face. His smirk has evolved into a cocky grin as he stands and lines himself up with your entrance.

“You ready for the main course doc?” you nod vigorously as he runs the tip of his cock along your soaked entrance, teasing your clit before pushing forward enough for just the tip to slip inside only to pull it back out and continue teasing you.

You groan through your gag and tilt your hips upward hoping that he will get the hint and fuck you already. “Oh if only they could see you now, the high and mighty Doc just begging to be filled by a defective clone… if only they could see how much of a slut you are for my cock-” he punctuates his statement by finally slipping himself inside of you in a single swift thrust.

The feeling of your tight walls rips an uncharacteristically loud groan from the sniper, you felt divine, and after so long fantasizing about fucking you, he’s certain he’s going to bust early like some damn shiny losing his V card. He stays still for a moment, one hand gripping your thigh and the other reaching between the two of you to start toying with your already sensitive clit, causing your head to loll forward. Slowly, after acclimating to the way you stretch around his girth, he starts moving, his cock reaching perfectly inside to that sweet spot that has you rapidly approaching your second orgasm quicker than you anticipated.

You’re lucky your office is soundproofed, the loud moans that make it through your gag and the sound of his hips slapping against yours would paint any passer-by a very vivid picture of what exactly is going on behind closed doors. The drag of his length against your walls is heavenly, the tight circles he’s drawing against your clit with his fingers cause your muscles to clench around him, strangling his cock as your orgasm washes over you. You pant through your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your peak engulfs you, loud moans of his name caught on the makeshift gag still stuffed in your mouth.

Placing both of his hands onto your hips and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder he chases his own peak, hips slamming into yours as he latches his mouth against your neck sucking a dark mark against your skin as his cock throbs inside of you, spurting ropes of hot cum into your abused pussy. Thrusting a few more times before stopping and resting his forehead against yours in a surprisingly intimate gesture.

You’re both panting, as he finally reaches up to remove the soaked fabric from your mouth. He slowly extracts himself from you, watching as his release starts spilling out of you onto the white bed beneath you and begins to redress. “I think I’ve proven my point doc; anything comes up on the scans let me know” he says as he continues clipping the hard plastoid of his armour into place. You nod, still somewhat at a loss for words as you watch him tuck your panties into a pouch on his belt. He gives you a three-finger salute before unlocking the door to your office and making a quick exit before you get a chance to say anything to him. Leaving you to redress alone and figure out what the fuck just happened.

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xoxo-mylove · 2 years

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Doubts and Talks

(Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batmom!Reader x Dick Grayson)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,322

Synopsis: Dick Grayson loves it here at the manor. His new mom and dad always make him happy and his new mom always gives him snuggles, but what happens when he lets the words and opinions of others jeopardize his happiness.

Warnings: Angst, Lots of angst, self-doubt, self insecurities, fake friendships, MAJOR bruce and Dick fluff to make up for the angst lol

(*A/N: Sorry for the late update its been sooooooo long, This story took me forever to complete because while I was first writing it i was in love with the plot and I had so many ideas but halfway through I was so discouraged in my writing and gave up. I came back to the story tweaking it and while editing it I came up with more ideas and knew even if I didn't like how I wrote the story I wanted to post more Batmom!reader again. So bare with me with the shitty writing lol I hope you guys like it <3 but I want to write more of Al Ghul!reader one-shots so leave ideas in the asks please :)))) btw more stuff will be added in the master lists!! Coming soon ya’ll promise <3) if some don’t know this story is inspired by a piece of fan art i posted! Unfortunately i dont know the artist but please, please, please if any of you do please msg me and let me know so i could leave credits ;))

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Dick Grayson was the happiest boy alive. He thinks it’s because of all the cookies he gets from Alfred.....Oh! Oh! AND AND all the snuggles he gets from his new mom and dad.

His new Mom and Dad. It was hard for him to call you and Bruce that but, you both made him feel better with your words and love you showed to him. He remembers when he called you mom for the first time, he remembers the look on your face and the bad feeling in his tummy when he felt happy about giving you that title.

But he also remembers running away and hiding from you. Becoming so consumed of guilt and crying for hours in his room. You ran after him after a while and told him all the things that made him feel better.

“Calling me your mom dickie does not mean you're forgetting your mother. I know I didn’t personally know Mary honey, but I know that she was an extraordinary woman.”

“You want to know why?”

“why?” he remembers asking with pouting lips and teary eyes. “because she raised the most brave, smart, and most kindest boy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You don't understand how happy I am that you would ever call me mom, but I want you to know that there is nothing to feel guilty about or sad about, I know your mother would be happy that you’ve found people who care and love you as much as your father and she did. I love you baby.”

He remembered feeling like a weight being lifted off his shoulders after your guy’s talk.

He didn't feel guilt consume his tummy when he called you mom anymore and that made him feel a lot better. He also remembers the first time he called Bruce dad, he never seen the man smile harder in his life! It was so COOL! Bruce even took him out for ice cream TWICE that week! You weren’t too happy about that though...... But disregarding that! Dick Grayson was a very very happy boy and it would take a lot to bring down his mood.

If only he knew what would happen when he went to school tomorrow.

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Dick was having such a good dream. Alfred was feeding him all his favorite foods and deserts and his Mom was telling him nothing! It was heaven. Just as he was about to eat into another chocolate cake he feels his body being stirred awake, and just like that, his own paradise was gone and he opened his eyes to see you.

“Honey it’s time to wake up.” he heard you say. He groaned and turned over on his stomach hoping that if he ignores you you’ll let him stay home.

Just as he was gonna throw his cover over his eyes he hears you yell “Oh no you don’t mister!” and tortures him with tickles.

“No! ah ha No!” *giggle*

“MOM!! St-” *giggle*

“OKAY OKAY!” you stop your onslaught attack on him and instead choose to sit on the ground by his bed and laugh at him watching him catch his breath. He lets out a deep sigh and turns on his side to see you looking at him with those eyes. He immediately wants to go back to sleep. “Time to get ready honey. School time!”

“UGHHH I don't want toooo!” he looks up at you with a pouty lip and faking his obviously phony tears “Can I please stay home mommy?” You let out a sigh and crouch down by his bed. Oh YEAH! It worked.

He definitely didn’t think it would.

“No.” he doesn't even have the chance to let out a gasp before his cover is being thrown off and he's in your arms in the air. He screaming and laughing, mostly complaining all the way down the stairs to kitchen where Alfred and Bruce are eating breakfast watching in amusement at his torture.

You sit him down on the chair and kiss his cheek, even though he tries to dodge it and ruffle his hair. He watches you walk over to Dad and kiss his cheek and sit down digging into your breakfast.

Looking back in forth between the two of you and his dad he knew he couldn't let the topic of him staying home today go. He has to try ask Dad. He slowly gets off his chair and walks over to his chair. He notices his your eyes following him as he goes. “Dad” he looks at Bruce with that adorable face that he knows he has. You told him so.

Bruce peers down at him over the newspaper “What’s up chum?” he puts down his newspaper and Dick knows he’s got him. “I want to stay home today.”

“Oh yeah? Why's that?”

“Well... If I stay home today then Alfred won’t have to pick me up from school, Instead Al could finally watch all his soaps on time!”

“Master Dick!” ignoring Alfred’s embarrassed outburst “And I can keep mom company here so she isn't all alone while you got to work at WE” Dick knows his reasons are 110% reasonable, he knows his dad will say yes. The smug expression is clear on his face and it almost hurts Bruce to watch it fall almost.

“No.”

Dick swears he can hear an explosion going off five miles from here because WHAT!

The shock is clear on his face because he hears his mom giggling. He whips his head towards you and gapes “MOM! stop laughing!” he can see your body shaking with laughter as you try to hide it.

His attention is taken off of you when Bruce smooths his hair down and tilts his head towards him. “You can’t stay home bud.”

The world just ended he swears by it.

“But why though?” he knows he’s being whiny but come on!

Bruce laughs at his obvious whiny tone and looks at you with a smile before turning back to face him. With a sympathetic look on his face he bends down to whisper something to Dick like he’s telling him a secret.

“You know I would let you stay home if it wasn't for your mother” a cough interrupts their conversation and they both turn to see you glaring at Bruce with a blank expression on your face.

Ahhh dad’s in trouble. Dad clears his throat and tries to smile at you and you just rolls your eyes and look at him. “And anyway hun I’m not going to be staying home today.”

“Well, where are you going?” He asks confused, his mom almost never busy to hang out with him for entire day unless.......Oh. Oh, no, no, no!

“I’m going to work honey.”

Dick knows the sadness on his face is evident because Bruce lays his hand on his back softly. “Yeah I'm having a meeting with the owners of the Gotham Theatre! They want me to help draw up some plans for a complete renovation. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

You get really excited when you get these architect jobs (took me a while to learn how to say that word)

You spend weeks drawing plans on that cool blue paper and creating sick model buildings on the computer in your study. Though he thinks it’s cool Dick doesn't really like when you get jobs because your always to busy to hangout with him, and between Dad going out all night for hours doing vigilante work (that he still won’t let me go out with him even though I know I'm ready!)

When you have a job you’re focused on Dick knows he won't see you for hours that day.

“Sweetheart” You said sympathetically. You definitely noticed his face. You set your fork down on your plate and reached for his arms pulling him to your chest.

“I know when I get jobs I get distracted with my work and trying to make it perfect but I promise you I'll manage my time better, okay?” Dick smiled at you because he knows that you’ll go through with it. “And all of us are going to a Gala this evening so I'll pick you up from school. Okay?” Dick could feel Dad’s eye roll from here. He hates those things, Dick particularly doesn't mind them! Especially because you like to brag about him and cmon, who doesn't love that!

“Now that's over, I think someone needs to brush their teeth” you with a smile.

You’re right Dick thinks.

“Yeah Dad I wasn’t going to say anything but...” The loud giggles you two shared at Bruce’s annoyed face had Dick smiling the whole breakfast.

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Driving to school with Alfred is always one of the best parts of Dick’s morning. He has this thing where he knows once he starts talking he can't really stop and he loves when Alfred gives him those small but big worded answers in his British accent.

It really just eggs him on.

“I mean I definitely don’t mind being Sasha’s friend and everything, but one of my bestest friends; Micheal doesn't like Sasha and I don't want him to be mad when he sees me hanging out with her at lunch.” he explains to Alfred.

“Sounds like you have yourself stuck in a difficult position Master Dick”

“I know, it’s so exhausting” It really is.

“Oh yes, very strenuous work you endure.”

“Totally Al.” Dick definitely doesn't know what strenuous means, he’ll ask you about it later.

Pulling up to school Dick sees his friends Micheal and Sean waiting for him by the entrance. “Goodbye Master Dick I wish you a good day.” Running out of the car and runing to his friends. Dick stops and quickly runs back to the car and peaks his head back in, “Bye Al! have a good day!” and closes it.

Running up to his friends he can't help but notice them whispering to themselves while laughing. Though once Dick comes into view, they hurriedly stop whispering into each others ears. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach starts brewing. “Hey! Guys what’s up?” he asks smiling.

“Hey, Dick we were just talking about the Gala.... our parents have us going to tonight” his friend Sean says.

“Oh yeah, my mom was talking to me about it today.”

“Oh your mom huh?” snickers broke out between the two of them.

Whats so funny?

“yeah my mom.” he says while staring Micheal. It seems like their staring contest with each other had gone on too long because Sean mentions class starting soon.

Walking into school with his friends was definitely awkward. They finally made it to Mrs. Ortiz’s classroom and sit down in their seats. Dick has never been more grateful for assigned seating more than today, he definitely didn't want to be by either of them at that moment.

Mrs. Ortiz’s insistent need to call role everyday is annoying but whatever, it’s her class. “Shayla Valdez?”

“Here!”

“Richard John Wayne?”

“Here!”

Once Dick brings down his hand he hear puffs of laughter and snickers breaking out behind him. Swiveling his head around to see Micheal and Sean whispering with another group of boys while looking at him.

Dick feels his jaw clench and his skin grow hot. Turning his head back to the front he tries to get through the class while fuming in his seat. He definitely should of stayed home.

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While walking down the hall to his next period Dick overhears Michael and Sean talking behind the corner with some other kid from his class. Slowing down his speed Dick hides behind the corner and decides to listen to their conversation

“He should feel grateful!” He hears Michael speak with a nasty tone.

“What do you mean grateful Mike?” A voice he recognizes as Bryan speaks

“Living with Bruce and Y/N Wayne! You idiots, gods I feel bad for them. Taking in that charity case.”

Charity case? Dick felt his stomach drop.

No, no, no, you and Bruce didn’t adopt him because they felt bad. They didn't adopt him out of pity. Right?

Dick didn’t have much time to think about it before his friends started speaking again. “My mom was telling me that the only reason they adopted Dick was for the publicity. Oh woah me! My parents died, I need a new home! Please take care of me! The press eats it up and obviously Mr and Mrs. Wayne just use him because-” Dick didn't stick around for the rest. Feeling a stinging in his eyes.

Stop crying!

Stop being a baby!

He kept telling himself. Trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Dick could hear their laughs echoing of the hallways as he made his way quickly into his next class the long way, anything to avoid passing by them.

He just wanted go home.

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Once school ended Dick was sitting down on the bench waiting for you and he can't help but let the words of his friends consume his mind while waiting for you to show up.

Am I a charity case? A publicity stunt? I mean it would make sense. A rich couple taking in a sad little orphan. Probably got them a lot of praise from the public. No, no, Dick, Y/N and Bruce are your Mom and Dad.

They love you and they don't feel that way.

They don't.

Unfortunately the feeling in his stomach didn't go away. The hurtful words from his friends earlier definitely affected his mood. So much so that when he saw your car come to view he couldn't help but feel sad all over again. It can't be all fake. Can it?

Getting into the car you definitely noticed something was wrong. “Hi baby! How was school?” you happily asked, turning your body around to see him.

Dick tried to smile he really did. “It was good mom”

He saw the concern in your eyes start to build quickly at his unusual answer. The question you always asked when you pick him up always sent Dick into a long rant about everything he did at school, all the things he learned, and who he talked too. Yeah, Dick didn't know how he was going to get away with this.

It was your favorite part of your day-listening to him talk about his. Then later at dinner when Dick told Bruce all about his day. So when he didn't go on his normal but adorable recount of his day, you could say you were instantly worried.

“You alright honey?” you ask hoping for a truthful answer this time.

“Im fine..Y/N” You know the shock was clear on your face and instant glaze clouding your eyes was obvious. Taking in a deep breath you silently nodded and drove the both of you home.

Dick knew he messed up when he called you Y/N instead of mom, its just if it was all fake you obviously wouldn't mind. He kept telling himself but a small part of him in that moment wanted to hurt you.

But the look on your face when he called you Y/N instead of mom would be something that would stay with him forever.

The way your face completely turned expressionless and you just nodded at him. Not yelled, or cried. You just nodded. Like it hurt too much to say anything. Dick just sat silently the entire ride home, fighting back tears and feeling the guilt almost swallow him whole.

Once you stopped the car and he saw you let out a sigh. And look up at him in your rearview, he bolted. Running out the car and towards the manor he headed straight to his room, ignoring your calls for him to come back.

He ran past Bruce, barley hearing him ask what was wrong.

Running up the stairs and slamming the door Dick flopped on his bed and cried. Cried because he was hurting and crying because he knew he hurt his mom.

Dick doesn't know how long he was crying for, hours? or merely minutes. But it felt like he was there in his room sobbing for a long time.

A knock at his door stops the thoughts running wild and knew for a fact it wasn’t you. That thought alone hurt him.

You always knock twice and then Dick always answers. No, it wasn't you behind that door. Further proving he hurt your feelings so bad that you didn't even want to see him.

He’s the worst kid ever.

“Dick? Can I come in?”

Bruce?

Oh no, Bruce was probably angry at him. Bruce is always angry at anybody who upsets you, he's seen it with crazy reporters to mean rich women at galas. The way he uses his batman stance and scary stare, Dick doesn't want him look at him like that. he doesn't think he can handle it. But he cant just leave him outside his door. He doesn't want another one of his parents to be sad because of him.

“Yeah...you could come in” he says in a small voice.

The door opens and he sees Bruce’s head pop in catching his eyes. Dick feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest because of how nervous he is.

Approaching his bed Dick could see Bruce is nervous. Not as nervous as him but nervous.

It seems like Bruce could sense his unease because he gives Dick a gentle smile and and brings him into a hug.

Dick could feel the tension leave his shoulders and the nerves leave his body as he slumps into Bruce’s arms. He feels an instant set of tears building up and lets them trail silently down his cheeks.

It’s like Bruce already knew what crisis was going through his mind moments before “The reason your mom isn’t in here isn't because she's mad, okay? We want you to know that.”

Dick just nods into Bruces arms, hoping that's enough of an answer for him.

“We just want to know whats wrong? Can you tell me?” Bruce asks concerned.

Dick feels like those are such loaded questions. Can you tell me? Whats wrong? What does Dick even say? He’s sad because he heard his friends talk about how you and Bruce just use him as a publicity stunt and you don't really love him and he can't help but believe it? Yeah, that makes total sense. Bruce would probably just think he’s a crybaby. Or even worse, it be true and he can’t even give Dick any reassurance.

Yeah, so much worse.

His silence to Bruces question must have gone on too long because he feels himself being taken out of the embrace and sees Bruce kneeling on the ground in-front of him. Looking up at him with no more nervousness as before but a determined a gentle face. A face that Dick knows means Bruce is going to stay here until Dick tells him whats wrong. “Whats wrong Dick? I know your mother is usually the one that consoles but if anything, you could always talk to me.”

Maybe it’s the fact that Dick has stopped his crying, but he decides to tell Bruce what happened.

Clearing his throat trying to speak without the obvious sadness peeking through,”Today at school I heard some of my......friends talking” he says peering up at Bruce’s face.

He nods at Dick asking him to continue.”They.....they were saying that the reason you and Y/N adopted me was because—”

“because what chum?”

“because of publicity.”

They could hear a pin drop because of the sudden silence that spread between them. Bruce look like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say. It made Dick nervous because what if it was actually true and Dick caught him in the act?

No, he couldn't handle that being the truth. He needs Bruce to tell him that's not it.

Bruce has finally regained his ability to speak back because he softly but firmly grabs Dick’s face in his hands and looks him in the eye.

“I have never. Ever had the intention of adopting you because of the good publicity it may have received Dick. Your mother and I never adopted you or chose to take you in out of pity, good publicity, or charity. We adopted you because I knew what it was like.”

Dick is crying now and can feel them trailing down his cheeks. The relief he feels is all consuming. He almost hits himself out of anger for even thinking it was true. Thinking that you and Bruce could EVER do that to him or be that kind of people.

“You knew what is was like?”

Bruce smiles at him wiping the tears of his face, “The pain of loosing your parents is something we have in common kid. I adopted you because I knew what you needed. I knew the path you would have taken if Y/N or me weren't there. You would’ve ended up like me. I need you to understand that it wasn't out of pity or charity. Y/N and I love you. We love you so much. Your mother will tell you the same thing when you tell her what’s wrong. Okay?”

Dicks almost inconsolable at this point nods his head and smiles, before he feels guilt. Guilt for assuming and possibly insulting Bruce and you. And before he can even open his mouth to give an apology, Bruce just shakes his head and whispers it’s all right. Rubbing his back he whispers you have nothing to apologize for to me. Okay?

They spend the rest of the afternoon there, just sitting in each others presence. All the talking and explanations have been done and finished with and now they were just sitting together feeling each others comfort.

Dick knows he’ll have to speak to you soon and apologize for running out the car leaving you sad. But for right now he feels content with Bruce’s words and knows that he has nothing to be scared of. Because you and Bruce are his Mom and Dad.

Nothing will ever change that. Especially not some immature, jealous, fake friendly rich boys. Dick really needs to find some new friends once he gets back to school.

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Hopefully Sasha!?

AHHHHHHH I hope you all enjoyed!!! i’m so glad i finally got this story out, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders <3 love you all lots!! Feedback is appreciated!

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makeit-tothemoon · 6 months

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Disclaimer : English is my 3rd language. Be kind.

I'm sorry for tagging so much but im desperate for help. Please pardon me.

During my time in this fandom i have always read through every vent post, every rant post by every author or artist during their times of distress. I am a writer but not an author or an artist. I have no following. But if you see this please read.

Please understand this comes from a kind place and in no shape or form am i intentionally trying to condemn or shame anyone. I dont know if this will reach anyones feed but i have been seeing alot of people say that it is not your fav authors or fan accounts responsibility to speak up about every conflict. I understand that. Completely i do. But still read this i implore of you.

As someone whose ancestors have been colonised, enslaved, attempted to be ethnically cleansed, crippled and forced under occupation until 1971, i just want to say - although it takes alot of mental strength to interect with upsetting content from conflcited regions such as Gaza and Iran and Syria - your words, no matter how small your platform is can help.

Since there have been posts saying its okay not to speak up (and im not shaming that i promise im trying to be respectful and understanding to the best of my abilities during this upsetting times) - i wanted to write to you to encourage only. To say something. People from Gaza have only this hope - their pain is heard and seen and documented.

I urge you to help out. Because even though comparitively this fandom is small but spreading their cries to even a single person is helpful during these times where propaganda against the gazans are so rampant.

1. Even a single post about ur solidarity with the palestinians is HELPFUL.

2. Info graphics (ik they've garnered a bad reputation among some people recently) can HELP.

3. Linking donation links by finding 20 mins of your life to search credible links in your bio is HELPFUL

4. Interacting with content from Gaza is HELPFUL.

5. Speaking up even once is HELPFUL.

Every 15 minutes a child dies in Gaza. It is a privilege for us to be able to close our phones and get away. People in Gaza do not have that. I URGE you to post at least once in solidarity and spread news.

Fadom is a safe space for many. I UNDERSTAND that many might not want to bring the real world into it, many might not want to take away that comfort. I understand. All im trying to do is motivate you to post at least once. Gazans themselves have urged us to help them win this information and proganda war that is going on against them. The crimes happening against them is not a war to win, it is simple genocide and ethinic cleansing. This is not a highly complicated situation. This is oppressor vs the oppressed.

We've all become so desentized to these words and to all the death toll numbers we forget how real they are. It is uncomfortable and sad but i urge you to let yourself understand the depth of these words and these numbers we're saying because palestinians are being brutalised as we speak.

Be brave. Be brave like the characters we adore. Please help.

I have always loved this fandom as a queer, person of colour living in a third world country. If you are among the people who are reluctant to speak up because palestine does not support queer rights i have this to say to you -

My country does not support lgbtq rights but im still here and so many queer people are here. WE ARE HERE. AND WE LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Because countries are not their governments. Country is the roots of the trees we plant, it is the food we eat, the family we embrace and the culture that we celebrate. Queer people of colour do not deserved to be left alone in times of crisis.

Palestinians do not have human rights.

They have had their HUMAN RIGHTS attacked for years since 1948. And currently they have no human rights at all. That is almost 75 years of the lack of basic rights.

Queer Palestinians exist. I used to know them. Some from this fandom. They're gone now. My friends are gone.

They didn't get the chance to see a future where their country acknowledged queer rights. They were too busy fighting for their basic human ones.

I wouldn't deserve to be left alone in a genocide.

They didnt either.

I urge you to say something. I urge you to be with the right side of history not just as people but also a fandom. So after many decades we can tell children and the youths, we were there in times of crisis and pain when a whole ethinicity was being wiped.

Because as a fandom we've always represented and celebrated our people of colour. We have stood by our marginalised groups. Our favourite characters were celebrated as people of colour.

And remember Jews are NOT doing this crime. Zionist settlers of Israel are. This is NOT a religious conflict. This is Israel genociding the Palestinian people.

To everyone who read to the end, if anyone has read this that is, thank you.

Free Palestine.

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sinful-morningstar · 6 months

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Spartober day 12 Spanking (VerNero)

Author's Note: This was Really fun to write i am a sucker for Father/Son shenanigans, again as usual there is no outright smut just alot of kinky foreplay and dirty talk my usual jam of course. I hope you all enjoy today's prompt! Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 ( I use a combination of SparTober and Devil MayTober Prompts) 12: Spanking (VerNero) "Nero you foolish boy!" Vergil chided with seething rage his voice stern as he almost growled his anger was more like a strike to the heart than a booming bomb of ballistics…He shook his head gently, Nero had done something wrong during their hunt risking his life in the process and it aggrieved Vergil to his core the thought of losing another loved one was his biggest fear, he didn't want to lose his only son, especially not due to such recklessness.

Nero threw his arms up in defence as he let out an exasperated sigh “.What’s the matter, Vergil? Not impressed by your own son’s courage? Let me tell you something. A real devil hunter doesn’t back down from a fight, even if it means risking his life. If I have to die to protect others, then so be it!”

"NO!, you cant be this wreckless i wont allow it!, no son of mine is going on a suicidal mission just to prove his worth!" Vergil raised his voice slightly as he grabbed Nero by the shoulders bringing him close. his heart raced and his mind was clouded with rage and fear

"Don't you Dare throw your life away for some pathetic human, we are the lineage of Sparda, while we dont back down from fights there's bravery in knowing when to stop and what you did was stupid not brave…"

Rolling his eyes Nero shook his head as he continued to defend himself “Father, I can take care of myself just fine. I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life, or how to fight demons. You’re just trying to protect me because you’re worried I might end up like you. But here’s the thing: I’m not you. I’m me, and I’m ready to prove it.”

"You dare accuse me of such foolishness, I know full well you and i are not alike, but for goodness sake why throw yourself so willingly into danger like that, you're worse than Dante…" Vergil sighed trying to compose himself as he sat down trying to save himself from his inner Demonic side .

"Come here…" he said, patting his lap gently.

Nero raised a brow in surprise..pleasant surprise as he spoke gently “I’m glad you’re not as controlling as I thought, Father. I’m sorry about yelling at you. But I can’t just sit back and let demons have their way with humanity, y’know? I have to fight for those who can’t defend themselves, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. No matter the cost” he sighed gently as he did as he was told and sat down on Vergil’s lap.

"My dear sweet thing…my darling boy…I know you wish to serve a great cause here with Dante and i..and while that is admirable..I can't allow you to keep putting yourself in harm's way, what if I lost you..hmm?, would you really want that? '' Vergil sighed softly, lifting Nero's chin gently, he knew of a way for Nero to make up for his transgressions..he knew full well what he had to do, what any father would do…

Nero’s eyes widened with shock as he realised what Vergil was about to do. They had agreed in the past that if Nero ever got out of line with Vergil they wouldn't brawl or spar the way Dante and Vergil did no..this was..special, they decided on a proper punishment fit for family…

“Father, no! I didn’t mean it, please! I can fight just as well as Dante. I know I can. Please don’t do this!”

He tried to get up, scrambling out of Vergil’s lap but to no avail, Vergil held him tight using his demonic strength to grip him by the wrist and keep him by his side.

"ah ah ah…Nero..we've discussed this, when you misbehave like this, I'll take care of you the way any father should..and spare me the waterworks…i know full well you'll learn from this..you always do in the end.." Vergil purred gently stroking Nero's cheek.

“Father please, you can’t do this! I can change, I swear! Just give me another chance!” Nero pleaded with a whimper.

Nero writhed and struggled against Vergil’s grip, desperate to escape his grasp. But it was futile. Vergil had far greater strength than him. He let out a defeated sigh, realising that he had to accept his fate.

"That's my boy, look at me" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin brushing his thumb against his bottom lip, he smirked softly at Nero's blush. letting out a content sigh he almost chuckled.

"You struggled earlier ..but you gave in, you always give in to me in the end..so eager to please…"

Nero looked away, hating himself for giving in to Vergil. He didn’t want to be like this, but he couldn’t deny it was true.

“I guess you’re right, Father…I always cave eventually. I don’t have to like it to admit that. But this time felt different, I’ll do my best to make you proud. No more misbehaviour. I promise.``

He returned his focus on Vergil. He noticed their positions weren’t helping his situation. It felt…too close. Too intimate.

Vergil hummed in approval "I accept that about you my boy, but we're finished yet, we still need to settle the matter…" he said as he noticed how close they were he enjoyed it as he grinned deviously.

"now…over my knees.." he said as he clicked his fingers gesturing for him to do as he was told.

Nero’s face turned a bright shade of red. He felt embarrassed but also…curious. He did what he had to do. He crawled over to Vergil and bent over just the way he was told. He tried to resist but he ended up obeying his father nonetheless.

Vergil smirked softly as he brushed his hand over Nero's backside with a sigh "now…the matter of how much you deserve for your Arrogance…"

Nero trembled. A nervous sweat formed on his forehead. He felt his cheeks flush with a burning heat that would put an inferno to shame. He wanted to look away, to escape the embarrassment…He couldn't help but feel…aroused. The way Vergil's hand caressed his body…the way it made him feel so vulnerable. A part of him wanted Vergil to do more. He knew this was wrong…but he was so weak to resistance.

"Nero..i asked you a question.." Vergil said sternly as he lifted his son's chin up to face him, his eyes cold but his gaze warm, a powerful contrast of how they both felt; this irresistible pull toward each other they had felt it years ago in the Qliphoth it was written that they'd give in.

Nero trembled from excitement and fear, his mind running rampant with lust and confusion.

“W-what? What do you mean, Father?" He knew full well what Vergil was implying, but he didn't dare tell him the truth.

"Don't play coy with me Boy, I asked you how much you deserve for your punishment, and your serious lack of judgement.." Vergil hissed almost swatting then and there but he resisted gripping Nero's thighs instead.

Nero flinched with nervous anticipation from Vergil's touch. Every single one of his nerve endings felt like they were on fire. He was so excited…and yet so nervous. He wanted Vergil to keep going…but he also knew he shouldn't…Nero could barely speak, his voice a soft whisper as a result.

"I deserve…at least…ten, Father…Nero let out a soft moan as he whispered the last word."

"Ah an even Ten hmm?, Twenty would too cruel of me wouldn't it my boy?" Vergil asked with a dark chuckle tracing his hands along the curve of Nero's backside. he was teasing of course both verbally and physically , he knew just how to get a rise out of him. even if it was wrong, even if this wasn't an ideal form of parenting, its what worked for them.

The caress of Vergil's hands sent a shiver down Nero's spine. He bit his lip in anticipation for whatever was coming next. He knew how his father's punishments went, and they were never pleasant by any means. Yet despite the pain, he couldn't help but feel pleasure from the way Vergil treated him. It confused him, but he couldn't deny the feelings anymore. Nero moaned softly again.

"Mm?, you are aware you aren't meant to be enjoying this….perhaps Twenty is good enough for you…" Vergil said coldly as he slid down Nero's jeans and proceeded to grip the tender flesh against his hands the sensation of Nero's bare backside made his head spin.

Nero let out a moan of delight. His heart was racing, but his body felt so relaxed…so hot and flushed. He felt so vulnerable as he stood there, naked in front of his father. But at the same time, he felt free. He couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a faint grin.

Vergil chided "Naughty Boy, you know better than that~" he purred low in his voice like velvet as it echoed in the halls of the Devil May Cry office. He swatted him gently as a warning showing he was just warming up.

Nero clenched his teeth to hold back any other moans. That one swat was already enough to send him over the edge. But Vergil's warm voice, and his caress sent his body into a frenzy. He struggled to stay quiet, but each swat sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

"Ah..it seems we need to start over, you got up to 5..and yet I didn't seem to hear any counting…" Vergil said as he lifted Nero's chin up to face him wrapping a hand around his son's throat as he spoke in a sultry tone "Just the moans of a needy ..dirty...boy…"

Nero whimpered as he felt Vergil's hand grip his neck. As much as he hated it, he loved it too. To be dominated by his father, to feel his fingers run over his body..to be called…dirty…Nero had never felt more alive, more vulnerable. He looked up at Vergil with burning passion in his eyes. He wanted…no, he needed more.

"Answer me when i speak to you Nero, i said…." he paused, gradually getting more aggressive with his tone, he swatted at him as he spoke one last time "Count, them, all, Now!" he said in between harsh blows to Nero's already pink tinted behind.

"Y-Yes..Father…" Nero took a deep breath. He could do this, no matter how hard it might be. He was going to count and he was going to do it right this time. "One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…" *Nero paused as he felt Vergil swat him. His vision blurred with each blow, but he forced himself to continue. "Nine…ten…eleven…twelve…thirteen…fourteen…" Nero struggled to keep his voice from breaking. The pain…the pleasure…it was both overwhelming and euphoric.

"Good boy, serves you right misbehaving like this not only putting your life at risk but submitting to me so easily, such eagerness, you might as well had shaken your hips and begged to take you right up against Nico's van , with the way you've been moaning for me~" he chided his voice low and velvety almost mesmerising to Nero's ears he continued.

"Keep going, you've reached Fifteen, you have another five more to go…"

Nero's face was bright pink from the embarrassment and pleasure. He could feel his insides being turned upside down from the way Vergil caressed him. Every swat sent shivers down his spine. He didn't care. He wanted more to happen. "Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…eighteen…nineteen…twenty." He let out a low growl of satisfaction.

Vergil gave one last extra blow, nice and hard and swift so quick it had the same effect as a whip due to his demonic strength and speed. "That's it…there…I believe you've had enough, any further and you'd make a mess of yourself just from the mindless pleasure this brings you…but remember my boy this a punishment ….not a hand out…"

Nero let out a moan of pleasure as the last blow landed. He had never felt so alive…and so filled with desire. A part of him wished Vergil would hurt him more. He was so close…just one more hit…would've driven him over the edge. But he knew his father was right, any more and he would've given in completely. Still, he wanted more, so much more. He struggled to catch his breath as he glared up at his father.

Vergil raised a brow as he gripped Nero's jaw forcing him upward so that his son sat in his lap " You haven't learned a thing you wanton Minx…" he chuckled darkly. "Perhaps you need more than just my hand…"

Nero felt a rush of blood fill his face as it flushed bright red. He suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and vulnerable, but at the same time…a strange thrill ran through him. To be called…a wanton minx…by his father…Nero shuddered…was Vergil flirting with him?

"My dear boy, now's not the time for embarrassment, you wanted this , you suggested it as form of punishment, and here you are moaning and squirming for me…don't pretend i didn't notice just how excited this made you…i can feel it up against me…so eager..so vulnerable..so..delectable " he chuckled softly with a smirk.

Nero felt the blood running through his body heat up. His heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his cheeks burn with excitement as Vergil spoke in such sultry tones. His eyes were glued to Vergil's. And yet…he hated it. He knew his father was just teasing him, and yet it had such a profound effect on him. It was humiliating…and yet, thrilling, too. Why did this feel so…good? It was wrong…

"You want more don't you?" Vergil asked with a purr, stroking his son's cheek delicately, his eyes locked on his enjoying the puppy eyed expression he received from him. "Use your words Nero, you're a big boy…say it…out loud. Say it loud and clear for me…tell me what you want…"

Nero hesitated, but before he knew it, the words were already spilling out of his mouth. He had to admit it. His father was right.

"Yes…Father…" It was such a simple word, but his voice sounded so lustful, so desperate. And he felt it at his core too. "I want…more…"

"No..No i want to hear you beg for it…this is your punishment, I should've done this sooner, teasing you with what you desire, your forbidden fruit just within arms reach but i won't let you have it, no…ill use to my advantage..make you behave and maybe…just maybe..if you're a good boy…." Vergil hummed in thought as he brought Nero close to his lip barely an inch between them as he paused.

"I'll give you a reward beyond your wildest dreams….".

Nero was already feeling weak in the knees as Vergil spoke. His voice was so close now…Nero felt his breath become heavy, but he needed that reward…He needed it desperately. With that last word from Vergil, Nero's heart was racing. He had to play his cards right. He couldn't mess up.

"Please Father…give it to me…I-I'll behave from now on. I'll…I'll be a good boy for..for you. I promise. But don't tease me anymore, this is torture…I can't hold back…p-please Father…"

Nero's whimpers brought joy to Vergil, like music to his ears a symphony of pleas that made him shiver, he knew his Son would behave in the end but he needed full confirmation before continuing. "Then say it, tell me you'll behave, tell me exactly what it is you'll refrain from ever doing again, the One thing that got you into this mess in the first place…"

Nero struggled to hold back. He didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to if he ever wanted Vergil to stop teasing him like this. He closed his eyes and inhaled. His mind raced as he looked back up at his father. He knew what had to come out of his mouth next, but he was too embarrassed to say it. But he had to, for both of their sakes. So he bit his tongue and let out the words, even though it was painful to speak them. He needed that reward.

"I…I won't be reckless ever again…"

Vergil smirked "Never ever?, not even if Dante tempts you?, or Nico or anyone for that matter..would you go against your fathers wishes again and earn the truly hard way not to cross me?…"

"Never again, Dad…I swear it…" Nero said with desperation in his voice. He felt so embarrassed to admit it like that, but he had to. He wanted Vergil to stop teasing him, to stop dangling the reward in front of him just out of reach.

"I won't disobey you…I won't go running off on my own. Not even for Dante or Nico…just for you…Father…"

"Good boy…you'll learn soon enough, now..get out of my sight before i change my mind and take you where you stand…" he paused blushing darkly seeing Nero in his lap obviously his words were in a metaphorical sense.

Nero felt his face turn bright red as he realised how close they were in all senses of the word. He couldn't meet his father's eyes, but he could feel Vergil's hot breath against his face. He needed to put some distance between the two of them, but he didn't want Vergil to stop. The punishment was over, but the teasing wasn't. The feeling made Nero feel…excited, anxious, nervous, and confused all at once. He needed…no, he wanted more.

Vergil raised a brow as he saw Nero closing in on him that mere ich of space now gone as he felt his son's soft plump lips up against his own, he froze with a shiver as he closed his eyes and kissed back deeply running his hands through Nero's hair.

Nero was overwhelmed as he felt Vergil's lips press against his own. His heart was pounding like never before, but despite the nerves, it felt…good. Vergil's touch was so soft…so delicate. And yet, so passionate. He felt like he was soaring through the clouds, free from any worries or inhibitions. He wanted this feeling to last forever. And yet…there was some regret in the back of his mind. He should not be doing this. But he couldn't help himself. He let out a soft murmur.

"Father…more…"

"Mmm patience…be patient my boy, all good comes to those who wait…." Vergil purred with a smirk as he let his tongue meet with Nero's in a lust filled frenzy as he slowly caressed his chest and rested his hands at his son's hips gripping them with authority.

Nero felt his body go limp as the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. His senses were sent flying as his head spun. The sound of Vergil's dark and sultry purrs drove him wild. He felt each inch of Vergil's body caress his as they held each other close. It felt as if time stood still. Nero's whole world was consumed by Vergil, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#spardacest #spartober 2023 #vergil x nero #nero x vergil #vernero

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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More Than Anything..

Summery: just some Joel praise..

Short!

Paring; Joel Miller x Black!femreader

Warnings: hint of angst fluff

The incident from months ago almost a year it left a scar within you. Walking through that door watching as the club meet his head. How the blood rushed down his face as he laid there paralyzed, never did you notice how much strength you had in that moment. How it was only you and her in the room, you couldn’t forgive your self for letting her get away how they all ran when more then just you came through that door.

You knew something bad was gonna happen you could feel it so you had gone out after them with a few people, friends. You thought you where gonna lose him that day.

But here he was in the kitchen with you as you helped him through the recipe instruction his hands shaky, you may have not lost him but he lost parts of himself. Memories, the constant migraines, the steadiness of his hands, how it was harder to walk for longer periods of time, that he no longer had his right leg that he had a prosthetic holding him up now, how it was hard to see out of his left eye, and the stuttering god that pissed him off. Those few hits to his head changed his everyday lifestyle he felt weak and unreliable. Then there you when to help him every step of the way of his recovery, with him every time he forgot something whenever he needed just a little help with a walk.

He watched you as you rolled the dough in your soft hands gently putting it on the pan in-font of you. His eyes scanned your face as you finish up as he took in every detail he never forgot.

“God you are so beautiful..” his voice soft.

His deep southern accent made you feel warm as smile came to your lips “Your not so bad yourself Cowboy.” You said turning your body towards him.

A chuckle came from him “Oh dont flatter me sweetheart..” you could hear the hint of sadness in his voice. He brought his hand up to your face feeling his trembling touch on your skin, you place your hand on his leaning into his touch.

“Come here..” you spoke pulling him toward you both of your hands placed on his face, he sat on the stool that stood next to him. Your eyes taking him in how there was a spot on his head where the hair hadn’t grown back, the scar under his eyebrow the gray that laid in his beard and hair.

“I hope that someday you can see just how beautiful you are..” you said softly keeping eye contact. Watching his brows frown his eyes adverting your gaze.

“I don’t understand how you can still look at me like that.. with so much admiration, love.” His voice not coming above a whisper.

You shifted your hands to make him look at you “Because you’re my husband. My man, the love of my life.. I got with you because you’re a great man, you help everyone every chance you get, how you keep going even when its hard you’re a strong man Joel not just that but your incredibly brave and an all out loving person. And even with that you make mistakes we all make mistakes and there are gonna to be situations that we can’t handle thats why we have each other..”

“But more than anything my wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it to, that i can give you the life you want. And that, that doesn’t leave a weight on you forever. I hope you know somebody loves you and wants the same things to.” You finish bringing his face towards yours, your foreheads meeting.

“I wish i could just be all that you need again..” he frowned feeling all that bottled up emotion hit him.

“You are all I need, you’ve always been what I’ve needed.” You spoke kissing the tears off his face.

“I know its hard. Christ you lost a limb and got major head trauma, what can be harder than that and now having to adapt to it…” you took a deep breath before speaking again “Thats why I’m here it my turn to help you to give you the love you deserve, to help you as you heal..”

He nodded weakly as you brought him in for a kiss, a soft tender kiss. A kiss with so much love and passion. “I love you Miller..”

“I love you, and thank you..” he spoke his hand on the small of your back pulling you closer to him.

#joel miller tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel the last of us #joel miller #Joel Miller x Black!reader #x black reader #joel miller lives Au #joel miller x poc!reader

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ask--eggman · 16 days

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hey, im sorry if this is a sensitive topic but i cant stop thinking about it, do you recal your attempted suicide bombing in station square? do you recall what drove you to suicide? it must have been somthing awful if it pushed somone as brave and as strong as you to take your own life.. did anyone at all try to reach out? i doubt any of those so-called "herros" tryed to offer suport to somone undergoing sutch agony, again, you dont have to respond if you dont want to, but i truly want to know, and im shure the whole empire will suport you in whatever you were or are going through :)

I'm never one to lose hope and determination and give into defeat but that was just a time when it all got to me. I work so hard to accomplish my goals and put so much time, effort and passion into my plans but something comes along and ruins it, again and again. On that particular day, I'd finally reached my capacity for the disappointment, anger and stress. Not just for that day but for my entire lifetime.

Anyone else inferior and weaker than me would be broken down by failure much more often and much sooner, than the one time it pushed me too far. It wasn't really a conscious decision more than something that hit me in the spur of the moment. At first I just thought I'd at least blow Station Square up if nothing else. There would be some catharsis in that blue pest still not succeeding in saving their pathetic lives.

Oh but then of course the missile had to be a dud. Of course even that couldn't go right. So I just thought "Oh, fuck it all", and went to detonate it by hand. I knew I was going to die and I was going to happily take the whole city with me. Once I'd made my mind up, I felt happy, I had a blast trying to race Tails to that missile. I found myself begging for him to wait for me when he was ahead.

It was something to be determined to accomplish again, one I was sure nobody could ruin this time. One last glimmer of hope to succeed in something, one last thrill racing across the city in my Egg Mobile onward to destruction, then I'd be free from ever having to experience failure again. I'd go out having accomplished one part my plan of destroying Station Square, even if I didn't get to build the empire I always dreamed of.

I was tired of being the one who it all ended in destruction for, I wanted others to experience that devastation. For once, I wanted it to end with their destruction and my success and it seemed like the only way. But I obviously lost that race because here I am today. Well, that snapped me out of it and so I went back to trying to kill the little pest Tails who stopped me, since he's the one that actually deserves death really.

Nobody reached out to me and I didn't expect them to. They're used to breaking down everything I build and waiting for the next time I get back up to try to bring me down again and the cycle repeats. It's always just me alone to pick myself up and keep fighting in the end. But I don't need anyone else. I know if I keep at it, I'll succeed. So I try my hardest to fight to accomplish my dreams and not let my mind slip back into that place.

Anyway, enough about that.

The way I still came back from that and have only become stronger and more successful and determined over time just further proves my power! It's another of the many reasons why I deserve to have all of your support, admiration and praise and be your mighty emperor! So that's to be expected, you wouldn't have a choice either way, hehe~

#ask #doctor eggman #roleplay ask blog #dr eggman #sonic #dr robotnik #ask blog #doctor robotnik #rp #sonic the hedgehog #eggman #sth #sonic series #roleplay #suicide tw #sonic adventure

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hyerinrose · 1 year

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Hello, can I make a request a soft yandere fic? I hope this isn't too specific. It's a Yandere Sorcerer OC x Princess reader.

In this scenario, a Princess is sleeping alone in her room, being forced in an arrange marriage she doesn't want to do. Suddenly, a mysterious Sorcerer OC appears in her room, and offers to take her away from her awful fate. She agrees, and the Sorcerer creates a magic bubble that engulfs her, and floats off with in the night.

Happily-Ever-After

《Soft Yandere! M Sorcerer X Princess! F Reader》

A/N : Thanks for the request anon! I do love me soft yan too so its rlly fun to write :D Your description helps me write this so dont worry it rlly helps :)

T/W : fluff content, yandere-ish, forced marriage, fem reader, praises, implied stalking, devoted yan, miserable princess reader, soft yan is best yan.

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The night were especially beautiful tonight, the twilight skies were decorated with millions of stars. The moon shined with an ethereal glow.

A pity that she couldn't basked in it's glory. Princess [Name] [Last Name] huddled herself under the thick blanket in an effort to comfort herself. Her [H/C] locks were sprawled on her pillow, crystal tears trickled from her glassy [E/C].

She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep after receiving the horrifiying news of her engagement to a foreign prince from another kingdom. [Name] was hurt by her parents' action, had they consulted her beforehand her reaction might have not be this bad.

'Who am I kidding, I'd still react like this even if I was made aware of their agreement sooner' [Name] thought to herself as another tear fell from her eye and staining the [F/C] silk bedsheet.

The princess was aware that no matter how many tears she shed, her fate has been set in stone. It shows from the king and queen sending her off to her quarters upon her outburst. No amount of begging and pleading will overturn her parents' decision.

Within a few moon, she'll be shipped off to god knows where to be wed to a man she had never met. [Name] silently prayed for fate to have mercy on her.

At last she finally fell asleep after tiring herself out from crying her heart out. She only wishes that her prayers were heard by the higher beings and grant her a way out of this marriage that was forced upon her.

Unbeknownst to her, someone did in fact heard her wishes. A person who were standing outside her open balcony, silently observing her sleeping figure.

"I'll come for you soon, Ma moitié"

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A sudden strong breeze flowed in her quarters, [Name] was semi-conscious and could hear the curtains beating against the walls along with a faint footsteps approaching her.

'Did I leave the balcony door open? I thought I had locked it earlier!' The princess panicked. Her hand clutched onto her blanket tightly as if it were her lifeline.

'Mary! Please help me! I'm sorry I didn't listened to you, I'm going to die now as a consequence of my action' She pleaded for her personal maid to save her.

[Name] freezes in place as the footsteps halted right beside her bed. She didn't know if it was the cold air or pure unbridled fear but she started shaking and were close to tearing up.

"Shh.. please don't be afraid, Ma moitié. I heard your cries of sorrow, I heard your plea for freedom and I shall be the one to save you" The voice spoked with tenderness and affection laced in it. It sounds masculined, princess [Name] assumed the person is a male.

"W-who are you? What do you seek from m-me?" She tried to sound brave but her facade fell through. It was supposed to sound threatening and commanding, a show sign of power as the princess of [Kingdom Name] yet she ended up sounding like a scared kitten, which she is.

"I am Luc Proulx, a mere sorcerer from your kingdom, my ladybird. I seek nothing more but to take you away from this unfortunate fate you had led" Luc spoke calmly, his voice was assuring and soothing her rattled soul.

Her [E/C] eventually flutered open and witness the man before her. He was dressed in a cloak-like robe with golden embroidery on it's sleeves, Luc's green irises glimmered even in the darken room. His red tuff of hair peeks from within the hood that sat atop of his head, a gentle smile plastered upon his lips.

"But.. Sir Luc, how are you going to take me away from here? Surely we'll be caught even if we hid in this kingdom" Princess [Name] asked, her brow knitting as she's in deep thought. A solemn expression paints her face when she hit a dead end.

"Please don't worry your pretty little head over it. Everything have been prepared, you needn't to stress yourself. Just leave it all to me" Luc assured [Name] and held up her [S/T] hand to place a tender kiss on it.

"Wh- y-you-" The princess was flustered by the action and fumbled to through her words.

"Will you take my hand, Ma moitié?" Luc asked as he let go of her hand. Oustretching his gloved ones towards her as Princess [Name] thought about her final decision.

Taking a deep breath, she nervously grasped onto Luc's hand. Her [E/C] glowed brightly in the night, 'she's truly a beauty' the sorcerer thought seemingly having fell for the princess all over again.

"Please, take me away to somewhere far away, Sir Luc"

The sorcerer pulled her up from her bed to standing on the floor with him and out to the open balcony. Luc plant multitude of kisses on their intertwined hand as he prepared his spell, muttering praises along the way.

"Thank you- thank you for trusting me, Ma moitié. I promise you that I shall cherish you and care for you for the rest of my life" He seems to be in a blissful state.

In a flash, they were engulfed in a magic bubble that was casted by Luc. Princess [Name] were impressed by it as she admired the scenery before her as they started to take off and float away.

"Sir Luc.. but why would you generously offered me this with nothing to have in return?" She finally asked the question that has been in her mind. It seems to good to be true.

"It's because I love you, Ma moitié. You may not be aware but I've been watching you from the very moment you piqued my interest. With each day of me observing you from afar, my love for you gradually grew. I wish nothing more than to protect you from this filthy world" Luc finishes his sentence with a gentle smile.

[Name] was taken aback by the confession, none had ever cared for her in the way Sir Luc seems to. She bit her lip, what are the odds that the gods did answer her prayer by sending Luc to rescue her.

"Thank you.. for everything, Sir Luc" She closed her eyes and finally fell into a deep slumber as they floats off into the night.

"Anything for you, Ma moitié. I'll do anything for you, rest now, love"

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Ranking all Targ males from least scary to most scary for the spooky season! (TV ONLY) and explaining why.🎃🎃

This list was made on who made the biggest impression on me, not ‘’who would win in a fight’’ for we all know it would be mr ‘’i dont want it’’ plot armor. I included both GOT and HOTD here and some men apparently had bastards off-screen but unless i saw one i'm not keeping track of the lot sorry.

I don’t read books so….

16. Daeron.

I don’t know, he is not even in the show. What is he doing on this list? Oh yeah, he might be in season 2. Well, sir, I hope you bring some serious drama to the screen. Right now I'm not impressed. At all. Because you don’t exist. At all.

Threat level: -100 (he does not exist at this point imo) method of defeat: Pull his hair? (idk)

15: Viserys I Targaryen.

Viserys is a good kind man, but a horrible father to most of his children. He had a dragon once, but that dragon died. He had two wives and showed himself a righteous, good and kind rare Targaryen who should have given his Green children more love and attention and raised them better as well (I said what I said) That said, Viserys is no real threat to anyone or anything, as he proved countless times that he lets people walk all over him (Corlys, Alicent, Rhaenyra) and that there are no real consequences when it comes to him.

Threat: -20 method of defeat: Hide his crown or put a whoopy cushion on his throne (Heart-attack)

14. Viserys (Little viserys)

Not really impressed by Viserys so far, or even scared. I think it will depend how the show will continue if we will ever see how Viserys (Daenyra’s son) will grow up. I don’t count it as first appearance points, so he can rise in ranking should he grow up to be as terrifying as his uncle and daddy.

Threat:0 (child) method of defeat: bedtime.

13. Jaehaerys II Targ (The son of Aegon/Aemond and Helaena)

Nothing that impressive going on either, nothing to be afraid of at this moment as well, aside from the fear that I could accidentally step on his toes or something. We must wait and see if we will see if Jaeh grows up to be as terrifying as his uncle or daddy depending on what you believe.

Threat:0 (Child) method of defeat: Give him cheese (lactose intolerance)

12. Aegon (Child of Rhae and Daemon)

Again we will see how the show handles his aging, his possible warcrimes and how insane he will become if he ever becomes insane. Ranked above Jaeh because I believe that Rhaes and Daemons children would be more chaotic because Daemon would raise his kids, Aegon ignores them.

Threat:0 (Child) method of defeat: peek-a-boo.

11. Maelor (Child of aegon/aemond and Hel.)

Once more we need to show how the show handles him. I haven’t seen him burn puppies on screen or rip his sister’s dolls to shreds so we will wait and see if and how Maelor will live up to his namesake.

Threat: 0 (child) method of defeat: tear his favourite toy to pieces/Tell him his mother loves his brother more.

10. Joffrey (Child of Rhae and Harwin)

Joffery is a child so we havent seen his heights and lows yet, but he does slightly scare me more than most kids. Why? Because he's the youngest. Youngest children are always a bit more spoiled, get away with a lot more (i am a youngest child). But thats all speculation we dont know how this brave strong boy will become scary if at all.

Threatlevel: 0 (child) method of defeat: Challenge his bravery and manipulate him into doing something dangerous.

9. Jaehaerys I targaryen.

This is the old king that opens the show, so to speak. We see him sitting at the council. He apparently was a very good king, reigning over nearly sixty years of peace and prosperty. Now that’s rare in the Targaryen family. We applaud him, but we don’t fear the old man. At least I don’t. Not once. He's higher than Viserys because he is older, older people get forgetful he might become as Vhagar and accidentally commit war crimes but we didnt see any of that sadly.

Threat: 3 (but dead) method of defeat: Take him for a stroll/let him explain the targaryen family tree to you (heartfailures)

8. Unnamed bastard of Aegon II

This child is the most terrifying on the list because he grew up fighting and not the kind that the royals do with pretty swords and tourneys he has to learn how to fight for himself or he could die. I was pretty disgusted (by aegon ofc) when I saw this innocent little boy sitting there, without his parents or a guardian in an environment that horrible. A horrible environment makes for horrible people. I hope we will see more of this bastard in season 2. Threat: 2 (child with fighting skills) method of defeat: Tell him his father will come back after he gets milk.

7. Lucerys ‘’Velyaron’’/Targaryen.

Lucerys proved himself right from the start to be a sweet, kind boy. He could not face injustice and was very small and kinda not that important compared to his brother Jace (imo) until he took Aemonds eye and possibly arguably, and most certainly, played a big part in the start of the civil war that drives that wonderful story. Lucerys was shy, perhaps, a bit too sweet, yes but he was a skilled dragonrider, as was shown in his final moments. (this is not sarcasm, i think most dragons wouldnt have survived vhagar that long) Lucerys proves that even in death he could be a plague to Aemond that he will never be free of, being both ionic and yet sweet to his loved ones.

Threat: level 4. (but sadly, turned into a dragon meal/dead) method of defeat: Remind him that death comes for everyone/Offer him a dragon-omelette.

6. Jacaerys ‘’Velyaron’’/Targaryen.

Jace. He showed right up when his mother needed an heir, he is loved by many, good, sweet, so boring-I MEAN EH-. Jace is …decent with a sword, he would beat me but so would the children on this list. Jace is a good, kind person that almost equals Jon snow in got. There is not much going on for his darkness or emotions, I think the closest thing he got to being scary was when Aegon hit on Baela, i loved his little speech. BUT: I do hope we see another darker side of Jace, as he now is not really annoying me, but I have this feeling he can be more. There can be more struggle for him as in morally. His brother has just died, so I assume we will get it. I hope to see more scenes of Jace in general, more info on him as well.

Threat: Level 5 Method of defeat: Say you need a ‘’Strong’’ boy to roll a tv into a classroom/ Hit on Baela.

5. Jon Snow.

Right from the start of the show we see that Jon is a loyal but lost puppy who would never ollow his own dreams and would rather follow someone else’s. We see him as a skilled warrior and that might be terrifying to his enemies, but as a viewer I could see he is a golden retriever, loyal, sweet, kind. The only moment I feared Jon was when he was brought back to life but he was himself so…nothing to fear i guess? Yet we fear him for his plot armor. Threat: 7 (Plot armor king) method of defeat: Remind him that Arya killed the night king, or offer him a throne.

4. Aegon II (Son of Viserys I, Alicent Hightower)

Aegon is a raper, a usurper and he can be terrifying for those two reasons alone. HOWEVER; There is something hiding beneath those little hobo locks and his bright eyes. Aegon is dangerous in another way. He is medicore with a sword, not caring for duty, nor his destiny. But what he does care for is inflicting drama, and he is pretty damn good at it. He is chaotic and sadistic, and does clearly not care who or what he destroys as long as he has his fun. That makes him dangerous. Aegon is luckily too much of an idiot to form a real threat but he does terrify me.

(Threat: 8 Level of defeat: Chastity belt/Rehab.)

3. Viserys III Targaryen (Son of IDK and IDC)

‘’WHAT?!’’ This man has what we call ‘’First Targ privilege.’’ He is the first male Targaryen I saw on screen. And he absolutely terrified me. I didn’t think he was sexy for it or hot, or anything. I wanted him off my screen asap. But there is more than his privilege. The other Targaryen males in this list struggle perhaps for position, for glory and worth but Viserys III has already lost it all. He is foolish, gullible and imo the inbreeding has gone on longer so therefore he has a higher risk of insanity. Aemond and Daemon are scary for who they are and for who the world made them to be, but Viserys is terrifying for he has lost everything, and is willingly to risk it all to get back what he wants. That makes him scary to me. But mostly also the first part. Threat: 8 (insanity) level of defeat: telling him he is no dragon and gifting him a pot of gold.

2. Daemon Targaryen (The Rogue Prince)

Daemon is a complicated man. He is put second, many times. He is forced to marry a woman he does not love. But there is more to Daemon than his crimes/tragedy. He is a chaotic man with quite the strategic mind, the resources, the name, the titles and the courage to back up his chaotic plans and plots. He is also quite attractive which he is very aware of. He rides the biggest dragon in the world. I think there were multiple moments Daemon was terrifying. For example his introduction. i didn’t notice at first, but he was sitting the throne. I didnt knew at the time but that is considered high-treason. he was committing sorta treason right when he was introduced. I dont mind though he looked hot sitting that iron ugly thing. Next scene we see him kill his wife, behead a man and eventually we see him even choke our beloved disney princess Rhae-rhae and for that he can burn. But Daemon does prove himself to care about others. He can be capable of emotions, of good will and good deeds….For the right price.

Threat: ten. Method of defeat: Telling him he can’t do something, mock him or win from him.

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond has many flaws and skills that make him as terrifying as Daemon perhaps even more. Daemon is very readable. You can read him and his actions/plots what he does next very well, as he is logical semi-healthy man. Now Aemond? Aemond does not wear his heart on his sleeve and is often hiding that away/

It kinda comes close to what the actor of Aemond said in a interview: ‘’Just because Aemond is smiling does not mean he is happy.’’ He is basically hiding his emotions very well, and even if he is happy he is ready to go for it any moment (his sudden outburst by the baratheons) there is also the matter of his lost eye and how he became a sword man nevertheless. There is something terrifying about Aemond and it's his dedication. To everything: To his duties, to his family, to destroying his enemies and learning. He does not want to be better than the Strong boys, he wants to be the best. He believes himself superior, better, and stronger than Aegon but his sense of loyalty binds him to Aegon. I hope we see more of his war crimes tbf and more of his dark side. We saw a very mild version of his book counterpart (huh but didnt you say you didnt read-) Oh i did read Aemonds parts and It scared me xD. So Aemond is terrifying not because he is stronger than Daemon, but because he is chaotic as Daemon, second born as daemon, never enough as Daemon and Aemond has a score to settle with the rest of the world or whoever he thinks hurt him.

THREAT: Ten (SAME AS DAEMON!) method of defeat: Give him a hot woman, a castle and an army and you won't see him even if you would invade his home, hold his mother hostage and commit crimes in the city he grew up in.

CONCLUSION

When I made this list I already knew: It was going to be between Aemond or Daemon, there was no other way for it. I knew I was going to put Jon last and I knew it was going to be controversial af. Yet i hope you enjoyed it. I did my best to make it kinda funny lol.

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