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thepastisalreadywritten · 6 months

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Guy Fawkes and the Gunpowder Plot

By Ben Johnson

Published 30 October 2020

Remember, Remember, the 5th of November, Gunpowder, Treason and Plot!

Fireworks can be seen all over France every July 14 as the nation celebrates Bastille Day.

Across the USA some ten days earlier on the 4th of July, Americans celebrate their Independence Day.

In Britain, the words of a children’s nursery rhyme “Remember, Remember the 5th of November, Gunpowder, Treason and Plot” are chanted as fireworks fly and bonfires gradually consume a human effigy known as the ‘Guy.’

So who was this Guy? And why is he remembered so fondly 400 years after his death?

It could be said that the story started when the Catholic Pope of the day failed to recognise England’s King Henry VIII‘s novel ideas on separation and divorce.

Henry, annoyed at this, severed ties with Rome and appointed himself head of the Protestant Church of England.

Protestant rule in England was maintained and strengthened through the long and glorious reign of his daughter Queen Elizabeth I.

When Elizabeth died without children in 1603, her cousin James VI of Scotland became King James I of England.

James had not been long on the throne before he started to upset the Catholics within his kingdom.

They appear to have been unimpressed with his failure to implement religious tolerance measures, getting a little more annoyed when he ordered all Catholic priests to leave the country.

A group of Roman Catholic nobles and gentlemen led by Robert Catesby conspired to essentially end Protestant rule with perhaps the biggest ‘bang’ in history.

Their plan was to blow up the King, Queen, church leaders, assorted nobles, and both Houses of Parliament with 36 barrels of gunpowder strategically placed in the cellars beneath the Palace of Westminster.

The plot was apparently revealed when the Catholic Lord Monteagle was sent a message warning him to stay away from Parliament as he would be in danger, the letter being presented to Robert Cecil, James I’s Chief Minister.

Some historians believe that Cecil had known about the plot for some time and had allowed the plot to ‘thicken’ to both ensure that all the conspirators were caught and to promote Catholic hatred throughout the country.

And the Guy? Guy Fawkes was born in Yorkshire on 13 April 1570.

A convert to the Catholic faith, Fawkes had been a soldier who had spent several years fighting in Italy.

It was during this period that he adopted the name Guido (Italian for Guy), perhaps to impress the ladies.

What we do know is that Guido was arrested in the early hours of the morning of November 5th 1605, in a cellar under the House of Lords, next to the 36 kegs of gunpowder, with a box of matches in his pocket and a very guilty expression on his face.

Under torture, Guy Fawkes identified the names of his co-conspirators. Many of these were the relations of a Catholic gentleman, Thomas Percy.

Catesby and three others were killed by soldiers while attempting to escape.

The remaining eight were imprisoned in the Tower of London before being tried and executed for High Treason.

They experienced that quaint English method of execution, first experienced almost 300 years earlier by William ‘Braveheart’ Wallace.

They too were hanged, drawn, and quartered.

*Hanged, drawn and quartered:

Victims were dragged on a wooden hurdle behind a horse to the place of execution where they were first of all hanged, then their genitals were removed.

They were disembowelled and beheaded.

Their bodies were finally quartered, the severed pieces often displayed in public.

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Guy Fawkes (13 April 1570 – 31 January 1606), also known as Guido Fawkes while fighting for the Spanish, was a member of a group of provincial English Catholics involved in the failed Gunpowder Plot of 1605.

The Gunpowder Plot of 1605, in earlier centuries often called the Gunpowder Treason Plot or the Jesuit Treason, was an unsuccessful attempted regicide against King James I by a group of English Catholics led by Robert Catesby, who considered their actions attempted tyrannicide and who sought regime change in England after decades of religious persecution.

The plan was to blow up the House of Lords during the State Opening of Parliament on 5 November 1605, as the prelude to a popular revolt in the Midlands during which King James's nine-year-old daughter, Princess Elizabeth, was to be installed as the new head of state.

#Guy Fawkes #Guido Fawkes #Gunpowder Plot of 1605 #Gunpowder Treason Plot #Jesuit Treason #King James I #Robert Catesby #5 November 1605 #House of Lords #State Opening of Parliament #King Henry VIII #Queen Elizabeth I #King James I of England #Palace of Westminster #Lord Monteagle #Robert Cecil #Thomas Percy #Tower of London #High Treason

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acradelius · 2 years

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Poly!Roadrat where both boys have a breeding kink? And the reader is more than happy to oblige?

"Please, Breed Me!~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) x Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Mutual Breeding Kinks, Height/Weight Advantage, Overstimulation, Slight Bondage, Begging, Dirty Talk, Nickname Usage, Slight Degradation, Mentions of Impregnation, Mentions of Pregnancy Fantasy, Bottoming Out, Daddy Nickname Usage, Implied Breeding Kink/Fantasy Cycle, Stomach Bulging

Word Count: 988 Words

Author's Note: God fucking damn, I just can't with these men and the thought of their breeding kinks.

As mentioned, when describing the top kinks for everyone's two favorite Junkers, Mako and Jamison, Mako’s always envisioned himself with a large family, therefore has had a breeding kink for as long as he could remember. Using his height and weight to his advantage against his partner, holding them down as he continues to fill them with his cum till their absolutely cock-stupid, stomach bulging from the ungodly amount of cum in them. Unlike Mako, Jamison was more likely introduced to breeding and the breeding kink through his partners, though enjoys both breeding his partners and then being bred himself. Such like Mako, he enjoys pinning his partner down, making them cock-stupid and cum drunk, overstimulation himself to completely fill his partners up with cum. On the other hand, he enjoys being the one that’s made cock-stupid, enjoying the subliminal warmth of cum as it leaks from him, mumbling non-sense about carrying his partners’ children.

While Jamison wasn’t as concerned about it, Mako was concerned and suspicious as to why (Y/N) had decided that they would stay home during a heist mission, eyeing them as they simply waved the two Junkers off. Yet, upon coming home from the mission, discovering an aroused, desperate (Y/N) having managed to present themself as a “treat” on the bed, being tied up in lace and having “Breed Me~” written on themself, there’s a sudden change in the atmosphere. A sudden change with the men’s behavior and demeanor. “I-I figured we all have the same kink..~ Why not play into it and see how things go?~” (Y/N) feverishly states, wiggling their hips to present their drenched, aching hole to their partners, letting out desperate little moans. “S-So, please~ Please breed me, Mako~ Please breed me, Jamison~ Hold me down, fuck me senseless, fill me up to the brim with your cum~ Fucking breed me~” Both Junkers can’t deny that the scene (Y/N) has presented to them is absolutely arousing, sending chills straight down to their cocks, Jamison already frantically starting to strip his clothes off while Mako finds himself palming his erecting cock through his pants.

While Mako’s urge to breed with (Y/N) is almost uncontrollable, he allows Jamison to go first with fucking (Y/N). There’s no need for preparations, as (Y/N) prepared themself for them beforehand, and easily slips his cock into (Y/N) hole, frantically thrusting his hips all while having one hand harshly gripping their hip and the other gripping and pulling at their hair. “F-Fuck, Firecracker!~ So tight, so wet, so delicious~ All for my cock, all for my cum~” Jamison’s words send shivers straight down (Y/N)’s spine, unintentionally tightening and clenching around his cock, his name and other vulgar words and phrases leaving (Y/N)’s lips. “F-Fuck, yes!~ Fuck me just like that!~ God, you’re doing so good fucking me like your personal little slut!~ Fucking cum inside me, please!~ Please breed me!~” Along with (Y/N) desperate words, and then them managing to release an arm from the bind to reach back, cup and then start to massage Jamison’s testicles, it drives Jamison to an orgasm, pulling (Y/N) back against the length of his cock, leaning down and harshly biting their shoulder. “T-That’s it, Firecracker~ Taking me cock, taking all my cum~ Allowing me to breed you, filling you up with all my cum, to carry and give me us some little Firecrackers!~”

It’s not long afterwards that Mako determines that it’s now his turn to breed (Y/N), having been waiting so patiently, stroking his enormous cock and grunting as he watches his partners, them both teasing about breeding, driving him almost to the edge of an orgasm. Whenever he decides that Jamison has gotten over his orgasm, he pulls Jamison away, already aligning his cock along (Y/N) now partially abused hole, licking his lips as he watches cum drip from the hole. While he should’ve taken the time to let (Y/N) adjust to his size, he tightly grips their hips and pulls them against their cock, letting out a loud groan of relief whenever they bottom out on his cock. As mentioned, he uses the combo of his height and weight against (Y/N), towering over them to see every reaction to every part of their body, firmly holding them down and allowing himself to thrust deeply into them, starting to hit that sweet spot everytime. Above the loud sound of Mako’s balls slapping harshly against (Y/N), their moans and groans of his name can be heard, as it’s more of Mako doing the talking. “Ya’ wanna talk about being bred, little piggy?~ Want to act like such a desperate whore in heat? Begging to filled with cum~ Ya’ know what then?~ I’m going to continue filling you up until ya’ bred with little piggies for me~ Going to breed you till I know for sure ya’ going to make me a Daddy~”

It doesn’t take long after that for Mako to cum, letting out a loud groan as he makes sure to make (Y/N) bottom out on his cock, chuckling at how they squirm, mumbling out his name throughout their own orgasm. Yet, the session doesn’t end there. Both Junkers continue taking turns filling (Y/N) with cum, sometimes Mako filling both Jamison and (Y/N) up with cum, both mentioning how arousing it is that (Y/N) looks with their stomach bulging from being overfilled with their cum. About how arousing it would be for (Y/N) to be carrying their children, only for the process to repeat over and over again. At this point logic has flown out the window with the three, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is filling (Y/N) up with their cum, especially when they’re presenting their hole to them, mewling like a bitch in heat and beginning to be bred.

#jamison fawkes #overwatch junkrat #mako rutledge #overwatch roadhog #lemon rating #x reader #requests?! thank you<3

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c-kiddo · 1 year

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how do u feel abought scotland's independense bein shot down by westminster?? i m very sad about it

we need to guy fawkes this shit fr . .. .. . .. .

(seriously though, absolutely bizarre that scotland has to ask the UK for an independence referendum from the people we're tryin tae get away from. wild as well bc the scottish government, while it isnt perfect, is actually trying to make good changes, nicola sturgeon is pushing for trans rights and gender self identification to be available, for example, but we're tied to a sinking tory ship thats made heating too expensive to turn on. also, based when she said she detests the tories and made them all mad lol)

#i was so staunchly on the Yes side of the ref when i was 14 akjndkja so tru past me <3 #i couldnt vote tho so akjsjnf #asks #exploding the tories wiht my mind #all tory voters go to hell no matter what < 3 #i shant think abt it or else ill get mad #even tho our house is freezing. and its cold enough inside that its set of my raynauds in my feets so >: // /#im going to get in my bed then

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obscurebelief · 7 months

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Albus' Funeral

Even in the secluded cottage, hidden from both Non-Magic and Magic alike, news would reach his ears.

Albus was dead. And he can swear, even so far away, he could hear Fawkes' lamenting song echo through the trees and the skies.

Tired brown eyes looked into the fire, as if expecting news he already knew from his father. But it didn't come. And he didn't dive into what would be keeping his father from telling him, maybe because he knew that his son knew already.

Aurelius Dumbledore had been hiding away from the world for a few decades now, not wanting to deal with Voldemort or any lowly dark witch or wizard that somehow believed Voldemort would make their lives better. No, he could care less as much as he cared less about the other side and the famous Harry Potter.

He disliked both worlds and preferred being alone, because that is all he had been before. Lonely and isolated.

In a way, he had never forgiven his uncle for standing in his way and refusing to allow him to destroy Grindelwald. It made his hate return and he had left without a word. He allowed his family and a few friends know where he was if they wanted to come; the only people he'd allow near his cottage.

The phoenix was almost silent when he perched on the old witch's windowsill and looked at him with such a sorrowful expression. The bright red and gold looked less vibrant, "it is true, is it not, Fawkes?" He gently stroked the feathers and beak in an attempt to wipe the tears away from the grieving phoenix. "You may stay here and take as long as you like. I'm afraid I don't have toast prepared."

It would be a few long days before he revealed himself to the world again, if only on the Hogwarts Grounds. Arriving in dark robes, his long dark hair with some bits of grey tied back with a red bow that matches his tie. The suit underneath was as black as his robes.

No one recognized him which relieved him. And he sat beside his father without a word. Now was the time to grieve and empty out their regrets. Aurelius allowed himself to cry, keeping silent his tongue.

In the rows, his eyes met the old familiar and kind eyes of Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. He met their eyes and gave a silent nod. Time was kind to each of them.

The funeral was a time to pay respects, and Aberforth held his anger in, which he himself could not blame.

It was eventually over and he finally caught the eyes of Harry Potter. The scar shown, and he did not intend to stare as he approached the grieving boy. So young, to young to be in a war like this. Harry looked at the older man oddly, as if trying to do a double take on a bit of the resemblance to the barman and a bit of Albus. And he finally moved onto see Newt and the others and finally allow themselves to cry so much more. Both in how long they've all been a part and the loss.

"This should never be on a boy's shoulders." He finally said while looking at Harry. And eventually, everyone would depart, leaving only the few behind. Aurelius staying by the white tomb, "I... why didn't you ask for our help? We could have helped, I could have- I could've helped." He grit his teeth to try and hold back a choked sob.

"You saved me and you wouldn't let me save you? I owe you and I can't repay it." He looks around, finding himself alone. "If Fawkes stays, I will take care of him like before. I promise."

#credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #albus dumbledore

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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Headcanons of Albus and Gell raising little Tom please RIGHT NOW thank youuuu

Ooh I've never done one of these types of asks!! My pleasure.

They adopt Tom when he's about 5 years old. Old enough to do accidental magic on his own but not too old to understand that what he's doing is wrong.

Gellert spares no expense for Tom. Mini suits? Yes. Mini lavender ties and bowties? Also yes. Do they all match as a family several times a year? Obviously.

Albus tries to rein in the spending but decides he's happy to have his own family that he thought he'd never have and buys whatever Tom and Gellert want.

They live in Hogsmeade most of the year while Albus is teaching but summer in the Austrian Alps.

Tom gets a pet snake when they realize he's a Parselmouth, right around his sixth birthday. It's called Bumblebee.

They go wizard yodeling together in the Alps. Gellert and Albus are committed to matching Grindeldore family lederhosen. Tom is embarrassed at first but grows to love it.

When Tom says "I love you" to his dads for the first time, Albus cries. A lot. Gellert pretends to be too tough but is secretly drowning in feelings.

When they learn of Tom's true parentage as the heir of Slytherin, Gellert gets googly "world domination" eyes. Albus distracts them both with mountains of sweets.

Tom's first wand is still made from Fawkes' phoenix feather, but it's given to him by Fawkes because they're BFFs.

When Tom is sorted to Slytherin, Albus knits all of them matching emerald and silver scarves, hats, and mittens. It secretly kills Albus on the inside but he wears all of it proudly for his son.

When Tom discovers the Chamber of Secrets and finds the basilisk, Albus and Gellert arrange for it to have blinders and let Tom keep it as a giant pet, with Newt's help.

Gellert is the "cool dad" but he's also more of a disciplinarian. Albus is a worrywart but a giant softie. Tom knows how to get what he wants. (His dads have a hard time saying no.)

When Tom tries to go by Voldemort Gellert teases him for choosing a French-sounding name. Tom goes back to Tom and decides it was a phase.

I hope you like them all, anon!

#grindeldore #gellert grindelwald #albus dumbledore #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #headcanons #grindeldore headcanons #grindelwald #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #lord voldemort #voldemort

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admrlthundrbolt · 7 months

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You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

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Being Mercy's head nurse was a pain sometimes, but gifts from your favorite rat man help sooth the ache.

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Hey guys, I'm back. Trying to keep with the inclusive train. I've come to realize I have a fondness for rat men, so here's adding to the collection. Hope you enjoy.

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The first time he had met you, he thought he was hallucinating. One of the most gorgeous being he had ever seen was tending to his wounds. “Oi must be dyin', ‘cause there's an angel fixin’ me up. “

Without missing a beat you said. “Angela he’s asking for you.”

“ Nah Sheila, meant ya. “

The sweet understanding smile you gave, washed over him like a sunrise. It was that moment that sealed his fate. You were the love of his life.

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He hatched a plan. He give you every compliment he could.

“No explosion could eva match yer beauty. “

“I'd give up all me riches, jus ta see ya smile.”

“Ya look like ya would be tha perfect cuddle buddy.”

'“Thank you Mr. Fawkes” Was your usual answer. Though the last one did get a cute blush out of you.

When that didn't seem to get his point across he went to Roadhog for advice.

“What should oi do Roady? “m lost ere.” He looked over at his best friend, only to receive a shrug. “Oi know, it's a confusin' situation.”

Junkrat began pacing around his room. He’d point his finger up, then shake his head and begin again. The pattern repeated several times. Then he slammed his hand in his fist. “Oi got it. I’ll give her gifts in secret. Everyone loves a secret admirer. It's perfect.”

So his new plan began.

He asked anyone he could about what you liked. Took mental note of anything you mentioned. Being a frequent patient in the medical ward was paying off.

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The first gift you received was some snack you had mentioned enjoying. It had a ragged bow tied to it and a messily written note wrapped in the ribbon.

It said, “Dear Angel,

Maybe this treat will be as sweet as you.

Love Your Secret Admirer."

Even with the mistakes you had no problem making it out. You had become used to Junkrat's messy scrawl. You might be one of the only people who could easily read his reports. So there was no mystery to who your admirer could be.

Though being a nurse, feeling under appreciated came with the job. So it made your heart glow at the gesture.

He peeked from around the corner he was hiding. His heart leaped into his throat at the sweet smile on your face. And you were none the wiser of who it was from. His plans couldn't be going any better.

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The next gift came in a paper bag, with a similar ribbon and note. A surprisingly elegant hair clip was contained inside. It made you second guess who your admirer was, until you saw the note.

“Dear Angel,

When I saw this I thought of your beauty. It can’t compare, but I hope you like it.

Love Your Secret Admirer.”

There was that messy writing you were growing to love.

You immediately put it in your hair, fondly touching it throughout the day. It became one of your standard accessory after that.

He had been put out that he didn't see you open it. But everytime he saw the pride you had in wearing it, his mood would soar.

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Then you walked to your desk after a grooling day and saw a plant. Not any plant though, it was a cactus with a bright yellow flower on top. In a clay pot and had a ribbon wrapped around it with a note attached.

“Dear Angel,

It may be prickly, but it will always keep you company on lonely nights. Like I hope to do some day.

Love Your Secret Admirer.”

This was the final nail in your heart's coffin. You had to do something about this situation or you would go insane. So it was now your turn to hatch a plan.

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It had been a rough few days. He had been called away on an emergency mission. Though how helpful he was could be questioned. His timing was off, coulnd’t place his trap correctly, and couldn't focus on instructions.

He was nervous. The plan was to wait at your desk with the cactus and confess. Yet, Overwatch had other ideas. So when he made it back, he couldn't decide if a shower or you was top priority. Roady convinced him to shower. It was a luxury they rarely had in the past. Plus he wanted to be his best for you.

He didn't expect to see a boom box with a note tied to it with a ribbon. It was beat up, but with technology from the 20th century, that was pretty common. As thrilling as the boom box was, he was more interested in the note.

“Dear Sunshine,

It's been so wonderful getting gift from one of my favorite people. I’ve never felt more appreciation. I wanted to return the favor. I hope you enjoy the songs that remind me of you.

Love Your Angel

P.S. Meet me at the entrance to the Medbay at Midnight.”

He was shaking with excitement, but a little upset you had found him out. Looking over at the clock, he noticed that there was quite a bit of time before midnight. So why not listen to the mix tape.

He wasn't sure if every song was a match to him, but it was nice that you thought of him that way. His favorite had to be ‘You Dropped A Bomb On Me', it describe his feelings with you well.

Looking back at the clock he sighed. At least he had the tape to distract him.

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You were pacing, you had been since you snuck the boom box into his room. You had gotten Roadhog in on your plan. When you brought up the idea to him, he nodded his head and laughed. He handed you the spare key to Junkrat's room and you told him to distract him when he gets back from the mission.

Everything went well so far. But the anticipation of what was to come still gave you anxiety.

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You almost bumped into each other, rounding the corner in front of the Medbay door. Laughing at the silly moment you looked at each other in nervous anticipation.

Not being able to wait a moment more Junkrat took your hands into his own. His smile was brighter than a thousand watt bulb. “Oi wanted to tell ya how oi felt before oi left Angel.”

Your chest swelled with warmth. “I figured, but I wanted to return the favor. It’s nice to feel so appreciate, you deserved the same.”

His grin somehow shined more. “How ya find me out.”

With a breathy huff you said. “I’ve read your medical reports, your hand writing is all over them.” Then tired of the tension, you pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

He was beyond thought, this beautiful person was interested in him. With a love struck look he said. “Think oi could escort ya to tha cafeteria tomorrow?”

With another laugh you nodded and realised that this was the beginning of a wonderful adventure.

#overwatch #chubby reader #junkrat #roadhog #mercy overwatch #fluff #medical #injury #secret admirer

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pink-apron · 1 year

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Part One of the Vendetta series.

Rating: PG :)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings + AN: Hey shawties this is the first chapter! This is the first real fic I've ever written so yes that in itself is a warning. Basically glosses over the first scene in the movie because it's a very uncomfortable watch in the first place and I did not want to write in detail about an attempted assault so. Y'know. Anyway I am sending this out into the void so pls enjoy! :)

A yellow coded curfew is now in effect.

The monotone voice echoed its warning as you rushed through the empty streets of London. How typical, you thought, that the one time you dare act outside of your routine you are late, and breaking protocol, no less.

Looking over your shoulder, you round a corner and run into a rather plump wall, before the plump wall begins to speak.

"Excuse me, miss."

A large man stands before you, dismissing your apology and excuse before another man the plump wall introduces as "Willy" appears.

Your heart catches in your throat as the two men step closer, making obscene and vulgar remarks, the kind of remarks that have you reaching in your coat pocket for mace. One of the men roughly grabs your hand before you brandish the mace as your form of protection before the plump wall reaches into his pocket and brandishes his own; a Fingerman badge.

Your blood runs cold and again and you begin to apologize. More vile threats leave the plump wall's mouth before you attempt to run in a last ditch effort to save yourself, but another wall grabs you, this one armed with a baton. You desperately struggle and cry for help. You broke the rules, you think, and now you pay the price.

Your screams and thoughts are cut off by a voice from the shadows, and peering out, you can see the shadow is masked.

"The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him."

The men stop, and angrily turn and curse in the direction of the shadow.

"Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel which smoked with bloody execution."

The masked shadow steps forward, slicing in half the plump wall's badge -which was presently being brandished as a sort of justification for his transgressions- with a single stroke of his dagger before moving with such grace that you would not expect from a man of his strength, which was on blatant display as he threw Willy into a brick wall.

You watched him as he seemed to dance around the Fingermen in incredible, fluid movements, throwing them around as if they weighed nothing to him. Upon disarming the last of your would-be-assaulters, the masked shadow puts his weapon down to his side.

Was this an attempt of mercy, you wondered? Kneeling on the floor from being thrown aside, you peer up at the shadow, attempting to gauge his intentions from the details of his mask. You wince as, suddenly, he's punched but then he's moving again, throwing the failed attempt at mercy into a wall. He walks over to Willy, who is now on the floor, crying out for help much like you yourself were just moments ago.

"We are oft to blame in this- 'tis too much proved- that with devotion's visage and pious action, we do sugar o'er the devil himself."

The masked shadow moves to strike Willy down, for good this time, you think to yourself. After peering down at Willy's motionless body for a moment, either daring him to get up again or making sure he's dead, you can't tell, he walks towards you now with silent footsteps and looming figure as you reach for your mace for the second time tonight.

The shadow stands a few feet in front of you and you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. He wears a Guy Fawkes mask, cropped by a curtain of dark hair. You take in his all black attire, and the way his voice rumbles as he assures you he means you no harm.

"Who are you?" you demand, just barely finding your voice.

"Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask."

Ah, funny, you think sarcastically. You'd say it out loud but, having just seen this man dispose of four Fingermen with ease, you bite your tongue and decide to keep the remark to yourself.

"But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis personae. Voila!"

You flinch at his exclamation and watch almost amusedly as he theatrically suggests the character of the dramatis personae. At some point, his theatrics turn into passion, and his passion quickly spirals into anger. No, not anger, rage, you think to yourself. Producing a dagger more quickly than you can process he slices a "V" into a poster promoting Sutler's values on the bricked wall of the alley as his dialogue comes to a halt. Again, you flinch.

"The only verdict is vengence- a vendetta...", he adds with a deep, rolling voice. His back is turned to you while his mask looks over his shoulder. You have whiplash from his mood swings; you are hanging on to every word he says.

Finally, he turns back to saunter in your direction before he removes his hat and bows deeply, introducing himself as V. V raises his mask from the ground to look at you, and you feel a chill as the smirking mask stares into your soul.

"To whom, might I ask, am I speaking?" V inquires, almost cheerfully as he rises and fixes his hat back on his head.

Introducing yourself, V repeats your name, once as a question, once slowly- as if testing it on his tongue.

"Of course you are", he remarks thoughtfully. You shiver.

"What does that mean?" you ask quietly, afraid of provoking the masked shadow.

"It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence." He offers his gloved hand out to you on the ground slowly, like you are a frightened animal. "Are you hurt?" V quietly asks as you accept his hand. The leather is high quality and cold, and the fingers underneath hold your own with such caution- like he feels you might run from his touch.

Even at standing height, he is much taller than you.

You tell him that you are fine, thanks to him, as you take in his appearance once more. You take note of the multiple daggers he has strapped to either side of his body. They look razor sharp and shine a ghostly silver in the moonlight, though now there is a splash of crimson across several of them.

"I merely played my part. Tell me, though, do you enjoy music?"

"I suppose."

"You see, I'm a musician of sorts", V declares, "and on my way to give very special performance. I would be honored if you could join me". There is a hint of mischief in his voice and again, you feel the mask stare into your soul. No, you think, it's the eyes. The black voids of the mesh eyes are pinning you to your spot, and somehow, it feels as if he is studying your face with a burning intensity.

This is a stranger, you suddenly remember. An armed stranger, whose several blades seem to be instruments of their own, and he better than a musician of some sorts. "I don't think so," you hesitate. "I should be getting home". You hold your coat closer to you out of habit, eyeing V with caution.

"I promise you, it'll be like nothing you've ever seen. And afterwards, you'll return home safely."

#v for vendetta #v x reader #v x you #vxreader #vxyou

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I want to state I don't hate Kristoph or anything, I think I just get irritated sometimes at the attention the male characters in ace attorney get. I love Kristoph as a character and I've drawn and written about him a lot because he's cool! I just wish more people could give the leniency to female characters that they gave male ones. and Dahlia n Kristoph are good examples of similar characters for me.

why people should try to give Dahlia Hawthorne a chance (imagine this has been presented like a PowerPoint)

- she's so fucking funny first of all. fail girl of all time.

- literally got roasted so hard she went to hell

- so so much potential in her character

- Capcom mishandled her because they hate women but we don't have to hate women as well

- she killed a pedo, and someone who likes Britain (girl win!)

- she technically stopped Godot from his coffee addiction with an.. intervention. and it worked for a few years. to be polite.

- a woman

- a lesbian

- transgender

- her backstory is actually there even if it's a mess. unlike other poison loving gay ass characters.. (THIS IS A JOKE PEOPLE PLS DONT HATE ME I'M BEING SILLY N JESTFUL!)

- since her backstory and character is a mess you can just interpret her however u want and ur right!

- Capcom genuinely wrote her character while hating her and forgot that she was a child when Terry Fawkes "dated her" and that she was even YOUNGER when she apparently manipulated her father into dropping off Iris and abandoning her at a temple?? like you were so right for pointing this one out.

- It really feels like the narrative hates her more than it likes being a good story and smooth ride. It just wants to demonise her over and over again than write an impactful journey of a character becoming filled with hatred and jealousy.

- my femcel queen

- objectively the funniest character and also the most tragic (to me so actually not at all objective but but but)

- really good showing of how even though she was so distant from the Fey family and her bio mother, she still suffered due to their family's generational trauma and baggage.

- cool design!!!!!!!!!!

- incredibly underrated for the final villain of the ace attorney trilogy. Like other villains in ace attorney are cool and all but pls pls pls I know she's not a twink in a homoerotic relationship but she's so cool..

I think Dahlia Hawthorne could be really interesting if people gave her a chance and I really wish they would because as a person or someone who is seen as a girl a lot and demonised a bit due to my uh.. issues.. I find myself relating to parts of her character. Also evil women go fucking crazy, love em. This also kind of goes for Iris as well, she doesn't... really ever get talked about outside of her relationship with Phoenix n that's in part fault of the fandom AND Capcom (my sworn enemies.)

Anyway thanks for listening - or well reading! :3

anon while we have vastly different interpretations of her character you are so incredibly correct in the general message of it all. like..you are correct with every part of this obviously it's just the matter of me having a different approach, but people seeing her as someone only tied to phoenix is so real and true. what capcom did was make dahlia a manic pixie nightmare girl (a female character created solely for the development of the male lead but in an evil way this time) and tbh we need to reject those behaviors and come up with cool shit for her

actually that manic pixie nightmare girl thing was so smart of me to say. i love myself i'm the smartest girlboy alive. you are also a genius anon honestly go off with this?? if i were you i would already be creating art and unhinged essay posts about this whole thing

#love this blog. so many smart people. including me i'm amazing #raysanswers #tw grooming

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whumpyspaghetti · 2 months

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Darien Fawkes (The invisible man 2000-2002) - Whumplist

Has it been done yet?? I found it in my notes I forgot that I even made this, I watched the series I think 2 or 3 years ago

⭐ = fav

SEASON 1

1.01.02 Drugged , unconscious, headache, emotional, restrained, injured (all of this happens multiple times throughout the episode) ⭐

1.03 shot with tranquilizer, restrained, white room, headache

1.04 shot in the arm, shot multiple times in the chest but was wearing a bulletproof vest, punched

1.05 nightmare, headache,drugged, unconscious

1.06 aging fast, seizure, unconscious

1.07 caught in explosion, headache, drugged

1.08 headache

1.12 punched, Nightmare, knocked out, confused, Hallucinating, electrocuted, restrained, punched in the stomach

1.14 fights, Captured, head performed (or maybe it's perforated pardon my English I don't remember the ep and i wrote this 2 years ago) to remove quicksilver, unconscious,

1.15 attacked, hit, blind for the episode, cut with glasses, has an accident, unconscious, headaches, unconscious

1.16 almost drowned

1.17 caught in explosion, Strangled, drugged himself, ( CLAAAaiIReE !! I can synthesize that enzyme 👉✨! Will you get that crap out oF mE ??!🏃💨)

1.18 punched in the stomach

1.19 drugged (but fake), cryogenized

1.20 gazed with a biological weapon, sick for the rest of the episode bc of this virus and can't turn invisible, gazed, unconscious, captured, beaten up, headache, (blanket time!) ⭐

1.22 nightmare, depressed, headaches (bonus : hair down) ⭐

1.23 shot with tranquilizer, restrained, drugged, seizure, passes out

1.24 strangled, punched, hit unconscious, almost drowned, emotional

SEASON 2

2.01 captured by a monster, unconscious, tied up upside down

2.02 punched

2.03 attacked (wtf was this episode)

2.04 none (what is young jack O'Neill doing here ahah)

2.06 drugged multiple times, in pain, passes out, wakes up with his brother's mind, punched, hit unconscious, faking headaches (the hair in this ep ✨ )

2.07 tazed

2.08 hit in the stomach

2.09 back's pain, (controlled with needles with une puce which can inflict pain or turned him invisible ---- > what the fuck was I trying to write here), shocked multiple times, hit, drugged

2.10 struck by lightning, wake up in hospital, amnesia, hit unconscious, headaches, drugged

2.11 fever, nauseous, in pain, drugged, Vomiting

-HAVEN'T SEEN THE REST- i will one day but i don't remember which ep i'm at :(

#whump #whumplist #whump list #the invisible man whump #mine #that series was fun it's a bit sad that i stopped watching it and i don't even remember why #the invisible man 2000

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eddiesisterhandsthtdanceslikeabb · 2 months

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Gothic direction & Harry Potter

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Something that really elevates The Series that Shall Not be Named for me is the romantic *(ethereal, evocative, immersive) quality which flourishes the things i most enjoy about it.

Namely Snape, and — as i've come to realize — also my probably tie-fav movie: The HBP (gof slaps fawk the haters).

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i don't think many ppl would use the word gothic to describe HP, but the HBP is an inherent tragedy

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It opens doing smth which is shameful that its special in, YA and all, and gives weight to the throughline of harry's trauma, fears, loss and anger, all encapsulated, and their subsequent fallout. and its atmospheric and personal and dark in an uncontrived way so many fail at.

then in swarm the death eaters

and that ornate, theatrical quality persists — from the flair of dumbledore's rings to the insurmountable mass of the dark mark. we are subsumed into hp anew through harry's deadened eyes, blanching flashes. and this remains present still in the sweeping landscapes and wholesale destruction ushered in by excess, theatricality and darkness epitomized: the death eaters.

its all visually and emotionally absorbing, with the movie itself looking like an oscillation between dream and nightmare — like something nearly euphoria-esque if it isn't also shot on film — and conveys tone enchantingly.

narcissa is triumph and relief, power and terror all in one and the poetic, nearly Shakespearean tone of the scene itself is immensely gothic

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the hbp maintains this undercurrent of darkness, later horror, throughout, maturing what had previously been motifs and threats, and before that amateur monstrosities or concepts, into the fabric of the storytelling itself

— its in draco's compensatory nastiness, in giving your flesh to congealing that of another, the angst, rivalries turning violent and bloody, and the existential threat expressly looming in hogwart's very walls. and sets a tone of brooding mystery as the trio spy on narcissa and draco, and one of emotional terror as snape doubles down with the death eaters.

an ultimately haunting, melancholic tone

the later installments navigate tonal extremes with a masterful fluidity, platforming teenage highs and inner conflict with contrasting and yet equal artfulness, but at the heart of it all is the fundamental disruption of canon, the sacrifice of a narrative titan — the final transmorphing of preconceptions which act as much as an existential threat to the core of our main as they do to the world around him. the martyring of dumbledore is inevitable and in that even more tragic, this nigh-omnipotent figure unflinchingly volunteering himself to fate — and its then that we question convention, grapple with forces bigger than archetype and main characters.

its in this uncertainty and betrayal that i think its best explained why im so invested in snape (and would argue he's the narrative heart but i digress). i've heard it claimed that the half blood prince reveal lacks impact bc it wasn't tied to a central mystery, but the reveal isn't an investigatory one, its entirely emotional.

snape is an inherently gothic character, but his story is also immensely romantic, in both senses.

he's dumbledore's closest ally, despite everything, he, as well as the audience through the first movie, have let our guards down, we've seen harry and snape empathise through legililemins, we've seen him tend to dumbledore's wounds, seen them confer over top secrets in the quiet cover of empty towers, we've seen him question dumbledore's objectification of harry through prioritising fate over his safety — and follow him despite that (we may have even seen the depth of his love for lilly or his patronus but i forgor), and even if snape is generally unpleasant, a character we had previously thought unshakeable trusted him, and harry needed dumbledore.

so when harry says that snape betrayed his trust, that dumbledore trusted him (and so he trusted him), i felt it, i felt harry's rage and hurt and floundering, i felt the depth of snape's betrayal, i joined harry in his ache for repentance, for morality, for something — a validation of their time spent, of the magnitude of trust and connection and life. to throw that all away lanced me just as severely as it did harry. to hold goodness and not have it be enough was smth basal and deep. it was epic, with snape revealing he had been a source of inspiration and betterment for harry, that harry had learned from him and equally used him to wound, that this half-blooded boy he had a tenuous empathy for could be someone so reprehensible — someone backdropped by screams and blazing fire and weaponizing his exceeding magical aptitude against harry, remorseless

that was cinema.

for dumbledore to welcome his death at snape's hands, to have almost preempted it and yet seeming unbetrayed.

for dumbledore and snape both to bear draco's cross and protect the innocence of a child, still pure, in over his head. to have dedicated themselves to the youth, to harry's destiny regardless of him knowing it or not, that is the epitome of gothic poetry to me.

so when the reveal comes, that dumbledore hadn't been mistaken, that someone couldn't so fundamentally and unflinchingly betray another, express humanity only as platitudes made cruel by their seeming earnestness. when snape too martyrs himself, and we see his earnestness, his emotion, his sincere love and loyalty, it shakes you with relief, it makes you believe, understand again, no longer so hardened, crumbling just as snape does, just as harry lets his resentments dissipate.

and so, a second act kickstarted by the perversion of canon is restored through snape's sincerity — the knowledge that the force most powerful is indeed love, and stolen youth and innocence allowed are life again, the central theme of heart cemented ultimately, by snape.

a reconciliation of the past and a gratitude for the future and all that was given to get there.

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Book 15 this year, Dunkelsprung by Leonie Swann. One of my favourite books that I love rereading, and my favourite Leonie Swann book so far.

What it's about In present-day London, a flea circus director has his recently deceased flea artists brought back from the dead by mythical creature Elizabeth Thorn. In return, she asks him to help her free other mythical creatures from the clutches of the stage magician Fawkes. They are aided by private detective Frank Green who has freed himself from his past working for a gangster boss with the help of a for hypnotist, a lovely old lady with a feather that helps one through labyrinths, and a fluffy dragon.

What I like about it It's just so whimsical, everything is fantastic and magical. Maybe I'm just not one for extensive worldbuilding, but I like that barely anything is explained and it still all makes sense. The best is definitely the writing, Leonie Swann playing with words and making everything sound funnier and more interesting with her word choice alone.

What I don't like about it The ending is a bit abrupt for my taste. It's not bad as such. It ties up all the lose endings, I guess. But after all the detailed elaborations throughout the book, it lacks a little something extra.

#book #books #booklr #bookblr #dunkelsprung #leonie swann #books and libraries #reading #books and reading #booklover #book blog

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bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari · 2 years

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Remembrance [Part II]

Warning: mentions of graphic violence and gore, mentions of amnesia and slightly dubious consent (its contextual and arguable)

Part I

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"Run Y/N! Please! This... entire place... is about ....to come down."

"No! No I won't leave you."

"Don't be stupid.... love. You know.... both of us won't be... able to cross the barrier in time. Please.. go! You have... people waiting for you on.... the other side. Please.."

"And you! What about you? You think I will be able to live without--"

The kiss was abrupt, hard and messy yet you kept at it till your mouth got filled with his blood and both of your lungs were screaming in violent protest. There were tears streaming down your face, meandering through the filth on your cheeks as you cradled your husband's broken bloodied body tighter to your heaving chest trying to help him ride out his painfully hacking coughs.

It was inevitable.

The ceiling would soon fall which would topple the ancient walls of the shack bringing the entire structure on both of your heads crushing you within.

And Severus was bleeding too fast.

The hasty makeshift bandages tied around his torn neck were soaked through and you could feel his life slipping away through your fingers in a slick crimson cascading streams as Nagini's lethal venom played havoc inside his veins sadistically.

It was nearly impossible for you to drag both yourself and his almost dead weight outside the tunnel before it collapsed.

And thanks to Voldemort your magical core was dangling at the point of absolute exhaustion. You would never be able to cast a protection shield strong enough to save both of you from the massive rubble of the Shrieking shack.

You could feel the rising hysteria building in your chest give way to an unbearable agony.

You weren't sad because you knew that you were most likely to die if you don't run for your life within the next thirty seconds but because your husband.... your poor poor husband won't be able to see whether they have won this war for which he had given his all, time and again without a single glance of acknowledgment or gratitude in return. You could care less for it to be honest. You were tired of listening to everyone go on about this war for the past twenty years of your life but you knew that it was important to Severus.

So important that he has in all probability given his very life at the end for them to have a winning chance.

But.. Life isn't fair.

He was pleading through his wracking wet coughs for you to leave but you ignored him in favour of smoothening the slick sweaty hair from his forehead and covering the agonized planes of his face with resigned and gentle kisses.

He may have never received much affection in life but you would be damned if he doesn't in his death as well.

"I am so sorry love. But I can't.. I will not leave you here to die alone. In some other life then sweetheart..."

Severus whimpered, a tear slid down his face and the ceiling collapsed finally, burying both of you beneath it. You might have heard a trilling cry from a bird sounding very familiar to Fawkes and a loud yell which sounded like Harry Potter from a great distance.

But it didn't matter.

Life might have not given you the chance to be close to the love of your life, but Death appears to have been far kinder.

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"Severus!"

You screamed hoarsely sitting upright on the bed. You could feel yourself being drenched in sweat as the nightmare played a vicious loop inside your sleep disoriented brain at a ruthlessly dizzying speed. You could not draw in breaths fast enough and your heart was pounding in a painful rhythm.

You looked around wildly at the dark room, your very cells crying for your husband even in subconsciousness. Then you heard the rustle of sheets beside you which sent your senses in a high alert. The room was smelling odd, not a scent you were much familiar with and the presence beside you felt too foreign to be comfortable.

"Darling? You awake?"

That voice... that wasn't Severus's. You would recognize his silky smooth baritone anywhere. This one was familiar but more reminiscent of a long forgotten friend than someone you shared your daily life with. You were up in a flash and your wand digging at the stranger's windpipe in a smooth move which would make your husband proud. You snarled in the darkness of the room.

"Who are you? And what the hell are you doing in my.... wait.. are you.. Sirius?"

Sirius Black looked at you warily, his hands raised in a placating manner even if your wand didn't move an inch. You gaped at the last remaining heir of the House of Black in utter incomprehension as he cast a non verbal lumos.

And only then did you realise both of your state of undress. He was completely naked and you.. you were.. your wand wavered slightly as the sharp biting air of Grimauld's Place hit your bare skin making gooseflesh rise over it and your long silky hair dishevell in tandem.

"Y/N let me explain. Its not what you are thinking.."

Sirius began and you scrambled back ripping the bedspread from over both of you to hastily hold it against your chest, gasping wildly as you took in the sight of your clothes strewn at the floor like a tornado had hit the room, with wide eyes. You could feel the soreness in between your legs confirm the horrifying truth dangling in front glaringly.

No..no no no..no!

Oh Merlin no!

No this.. this couldn't be happening!

This couldn't have happened!

You would never.. you would never have betrayed your husband like this.

You couldn't have .... cheated... on him..

God please no!

"Y/N breathe! Breathe please! You're having a panic attack. Calm down.. let me explain please."

Sirius's voice seemed to come from a great distance distorted in a tunnel of heavy fog and mist.

You couldn't breathe. The air in your lungs seemed to squeeze your ribcage in like an almighty suction making your heart feel like a building has dropped on it from above. You could hear Sirius's panicked yells and sensed him crawl on his knees to get closer to your trembling frame.

That literally proved counterproductive as you screamed and teetered back like a new born gazelle on shaky legs and ran into the bathroom like a coward that you were.

"No! No stay back! Stay the fuck away from me! This couldn't be happening!"

Sirius started banging on the shut door imploring you to come out so that he could speak but you remained slumped across the sink, bedsheet wrapped around like a makeshift towel over your naked body.

"Y/N darling please.."

"No! Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare call me that!"

"Okay.. okay... calm down. I'm sorry. But please come out from there. Let us talk and I swear to you I will explain everything."

You dont remember how long you stood leaning against that cold bathroom sink trying your level best to suppress the bile from rising to your throat and resist the physical urge to rub your entire body raw, peel off your skin untill you resemble a flayed chicken.

Wash him off from you.

You were feeling ill.

You opened the door long after your tears have frozen onto dirty tracks on your sickly pale face and the desire to throw yourself in front of a raging horde of Hippogriffs or probably from the Astronomy Tower had somewhat tamped down. You were slightly grateful to see your clothes kept neatly on the bed, looking like someone had dry cleaned it thoroughly... Sirius probably.

You had finished pulling your hair off from your face in a messy bun when Sirius entered the room. You could barely resist from jumping out of your skin and cast an Incendio on him on spot. While dressing when your screaming brain had somewhat calmed down you had detected no signs of torture or forced violence on yourself and everything looked fairly consensual.

And didn't that fact make you feel more sick.

"What happened Sirius? Why.. how...I can't even remember how we... we ended up.."

You couldn't even bring yourself to voice those words. Those dirty unimaginable stinging words which had lodged in your throat like poisonous thorny vines.

Sirius sighed looking like he had aged a decade within these past minutes.. hours? How long had you locked yourself inside the bathroom? In hindsight that probably wasn't your brightest idea.

"How much do you remember?"

He asked and suddenly as if a switch had suddenly been flicked on in your brain, you remembered.

That night... the battle against Voldemort. The Shrieking shack about to collapse, you running inside only to find Severus in a broken torn heap on the floor, choking in his own blood, dying forlone and forsaken, crumpled on those loathsome dusty floorboads. Your heart jumped to your throat and cold sweat broke on your skin.

Were you dead?

Was this some sort of punishment in your afterlife?

Was this your hell loop?

To be forever trapped in a nightmare where you break your husband's heart over and over again, hurt him over and over again and finally leave him alone and heartsick.

Like he had once proclaimed under a lot of duress, was inevitable.

Were you just proving him right?

You suddenly had a wild urge to vomit.

It must have shown on your face because you felt the cool edge of a glass of water being held at your lips and a warm hand rubbing your back. You jumped at the contact and flinched away as if his mere touch has burnt you even while accepting the drink. And worse maybe the fact was that you couldn't even bring yourself to feel remorse at the hurt look on his handsome face.

Once in another lifetime you had had a severe infatuation with Sirius Black... like everyone else. Just that it had been reciprocated to your utter glee, untill the day he got falsely incarcerated for the murder of the Potters.

But that was ancient history.

After the first war you had gone to teach at Hogwarts in accordance to the Headmaster's wishes and locked proverbial horns with the resident Slytherin Head of House.

And then there was no one who had garnered the privilege of having the attention which you had given to Severus Snape.

That man had infuriated you like none other. At first there was an intense loathing which had changed to a grudging respect and surprisingly a tempered awe which had eventually morphed to a fairly tumultuous friendship over the years only to have finally transformed into love. There was simply none other who had challenged you, fascinated you, intrigued you like him.

Compared to all the men you had met through the course of your rather eventful life none could even hold a candle to him.

It was like comparing tin to emeralds.

It was like glaring at the Sun.

It seemed whether hate or love you both could never stay out of each others orbits.

Which was strange.

Because you were a creature of light and he, a keeper of darkness.

A Gryffindor Queen and a Slytherin Prince, forever destined to be at each other's throats like rabid animals.

Yet together you both were explosive.

Like a cauldron of bubbling boiling chaos.

You had detested him with every fibre of your being once so it would only seem fair that loving him would be just as soul consuming.

And when you had married him, you had literally felt him shoot into your body, slither beneath your skin lighting a furiously hungry fire which had threatened to turn you to ash for even a second that you would spend away from his vicinity.

There was something reverent about your bonding; something divine about your union. Like someone had used a nebulla of constellations to weave the tapestry of your entangled fates.

So it was unthinkable that you would betray him like this.

It was unbearable.

And you couldn't even remember what led to this?

"Sirius what the fuck happened? I have to know the truth. I need to.. know... how come I descended into such.. such depravity."

You spat the last words like it had burnt your tongue to even utter it; self loathing burning beneath your ribs like an inferno.

Sirius closed his eyes once as if in resignation and there might have been a fraction of fear in those grey orbs when he opened them.

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"So.. so I.. I forgot everything? Everyone...? My friends, my colleagues, the students... my.. my husband too?"

"Its far more complicated than that. The doctors called it Retrograde amnesia. You remembered till a point in your life and then just blocked out the rest of the memory."

"So.. so I remembered some people...like.. like you?"

"Yes. You remembered most of us. Just not all the events and circumstances from the past few years."

"Didn't.... Didn't you all... try to make me remember? Didn't Severus... "

Your voice broke suddenly and you felt powerless against the onslaught of the salty tears pouring down your pale face. You swatted Sirius's hand away when he tried to wipe it for you.

"Y/N.. its not like that... just.. See, the doctors didn't want us to risk you loosing your entire memory. Your condition was delicate. We were terrified that you would end up loosing everything in our naive attempts to have you regain some of your memories. We had to let you regain them on your own."

"What if I hadn't? Was there a chance that I had never regained those memories?"

"Unfortunately yes. A fairly big chance. St. Mungos did tell us that it was a ninety ten chance that you would have never remembered that period of your life."

"S..so.. so.. you all left it at that? Just like that?"

"What would you have had us do? Endanger your life for a few years of memories?"

"But that was my life! My entire life got shaped in a completely different way because of those memories. I had people attached to those events. People I... I loved.. love. People that I forgot. The.. the love that I forgot."

"Trust me darl.."

"Don't call me that!"

"Sorry force of habit. Snape.. he...he agreed with this."

"With you all play acting around me like nothing is different? Like I hadn't gone and forgotten him! My husband.. I.. oh God! Oh God I forgot him! I forgot him... how could..."

"Breathe Y/N. You didn't exactly forget him. You just remembered him from a bit early in your memories like when..."

"Like when we were enemies. Like when I despised him? Loathed his very presence?"

Sirius's grimace was an answer enough. You sucked in a painful breath and wiped your face in a vain attempt to stop your tears.

"And you took advantage of the situation didn't you."

You retorted frostily and Sirius tried to appear offended but his guilt was clear as day.

"See that's not fair. I love you. I have always loved you. And you love me too. We were happy. Good. Destined. Before Azkaban... even after that... I never stopped loving you Y/N."

"But I did Sirius! I didn't love you. I don't love you like that anymore Sirius. You knew that. You shouldn't have gotten involved with me. I am a married woman...my excuse was that I forgot even if that is no excuse for what I have done. That doesn't give you the right to... to do what you did. You have no excuse other than your.. your selfishness. This was not... not with my consent."

"Excuse me. I didn't force you. You wanted me just as much.."

"That wasn't me dammit! That was a phantom of my previous memory. You should have left me well alone. And don't pretend that this wasn't a petty revenge game you played over Severus. Hit where it hurts. Way to kick a man when he is down Lord Black! When you know he would not retaliate. When he possibly cannot retaliate. You never loved me Sirius Black. You lusted after me alright. Just like I had lusted after you once. But that was it. It was over. Now you have just used me. This is.. is deplorable! Disgusting!"

You shouted quaking with revulsion and wrath marred your pretty features as your powerful magic crackled in the surrounding air like electricity.

Sirius had forgotten that you were quite a formidable witch yourself.

And a furious you could flatten him on his arse any day of the week.

So he wisely kept his mouth shut, shrinking into himself even though he wanted to deny everything and try to remind you that Snape would always be a greasy slimy Death Eater git who didn't deserve you.

Which was probably the only wise thing he had done because he was sure that at this point had he even dared to utter anything of that kind to you, even Remus with his eagle eyes wouldn't have been able to scrape his remains with a spade, a bucket and a magnifying glass.

You exhaled through your nostrils trying to tamp down your anger to manageable levels before asking that one last dreaded question.

"How many days has it been since my covalescence? How much time till I have had this condition? What is today's date anyways?"

Sirius's eyebrows twitched and the pit inside your stomach stretched like a black hole waiting to swallow you with the answer.

"Its September 2003, Y/N. Its been almost five years since you gained consciousness."

This time you did have to run to the bathroom sink loosing the battle with your oesophagus, to threw up the meagre contents of your stomach, violently.

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Teaser of Next Part.

Severus looked down half in horror and half in complete bewilderment as you dropped on the icy floor in front of him, your arms wrapped tight around his hips and your face buried in his stomach as you struggled to breathe through your hysteric sobs and stream of incoherent words...apologies.

"I.... am ...s..sorry Sev. I am so sorry... so sorry.. please... please forgive me.... please don't leave me...please.... I am so sorry..."

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Batman (2016) Vol.3 Annual #1 Readthrough

Tis be the season, and in the spirit of that we are going to look into some holiday comics. And we are going to start with Batman Annual #1, a Christmas anthology.

The book opens with the most famous tale of the book: Tom King and David Finch’s Eisner winning Good Boy.

The story opens with an example of the damage that the Joker does on a daily basis. In this case, Joker left a bunch of dogs behind to go feral, and only one has survived: a hound in an Ace mask.

We then cut to best butler, Alfred Pennyworth, going to the dog pound to adopt the surviving dog. The book then cuts to an amusing scene where Bruce is ambushed by the aggressive dog and is mildly annoyed. Bruce doesn’t seem to think that the dog can recover from the trauma that Joker put him under.

But Alfred isn’t one to give up! Before the Christmas season, the butler spends time trying to train the dog. And slowly but surely the dog starts to behave and is willing to trust.

In a heartwarming moment, Ace comes towards Batman after a rough night out. By Christmas, it has gotten to the point where Bruce is giving the dog a bat mask. And in a hilarious moment, Bruce asks Alfred what his Christmas present is not realizing Ace is the present.

This is easily one of the best stories Tom King ever wrote and is the best story in the annual. David Finch does some decent art that makes the story work. However, there is some better art in this annual.

And one of the stories with better art is Silent Night by Scott Snyder and Ray Fawkes with art by Delcan Shalvey.

The story opens with an exploration of how Batman is able to respond to crimes so fast. Bats has tapped into Gotham’s 911 call centers, with a computer listening to key words. If there are enough context clues, Batman gets an alert to go to the call.

We cut to Gotham’s Time Square analogue where a group of people dressed in trench coats arrive. This being Gotham, citizens call it in, and Batman shows up thinking that this might be a terrorist attack.

But as a pleasant surprise, the group happens to be street performers to some fancy acrobatics. In a true Christmas miracle, Bruce actually gets a moment of peace because there isn’t any trouble in Gotham that requires Batman.

Next is The (Not So) Silent Night of Harley Quinn by Batman legends Paul Dini and Neal Adams. And it is just a riff on the classic tale where Batman carols with the police and no crime happens because of his influence on Gotham.

In this version, Batman captures Harley after she tries to sneak in Gordan’s holiday party. Bats drives Harley out of Gotham while Harley does some singing in the Batmobile. As this is happening, we get to see hijinks where things almost happen but through acts of little madness, everything turns out all right. My personal least favorite story from the bunch.

Next is Stag by Steve Orlando and Riley Rossmo. And this story is actually a lead into the pair’s then upcoming Batman/Spirit mini. Before we go any farther this has my artwork in the annual.

The story opens with Bruce, Commissioner Gordon, and new character Barry O’Neil opening a winter wonderland for Gotham. But then we get a Steve Orlando classic of using an obscure character, Mister Blizzard shows up to cause trouble because … he wants a new ice age?

Anyway, we get a good moment of Bruce leaving to get into his Batman gear. And very quickly, Batman takes Mister Blizzard. We then get a discussion from O’Neil, regretting that his attempt to bring joy to Gotham’s children went that badly.

The story ends with Bruce lamenting to Duke Thomas that O’Neil has been a charitable icon to Gotham since he was child. As Bruce wonders what Gotham would be without O’Neil, the old man is assassinated by a mysterious figure.

The annual ends with The Insecurity Diversion by Scott Bryan Williams and art by Bilquis Evely.

This story opens with Gotham under attack chemical anxiety-causing gas (ala Scarecrow’s fear toxin). We also got a new villainess, Haunter, at Arkham’s holiday party. And because this is a short story, both factors lead to Haunter escaping the asylum.

The book explains that Haunter has the power to kill people from their DNA, and she is pals with the Scarecrow. The fear-loving crook did Haunter a solid and let her escape.

However, Batman comes to stop the pair of villains. He exposes the villains to a nerve-toxin to capture the pair. And that is the end of this forgettable story.

Overall, this annual is a fun read. While there are some stories that are better than others, there isn’t a bad one in the bunch. Art throughout the book was spectacular.

7.5/10

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