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yan-lorkai · 2 years

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General headcanons for Diavolo

Warnings: Kidnapping, mention of punishment, imprisonment. Yandere behavior. Minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked. I also think it's important to mention that I don't condone this kind of behavior, it's merely fiction. You have been notified of the content of this headcanon!

I see Diavolo as someone who desperately wants to please you and make you stay by his side every moment of the day or at least have you stay in his Castle all day. He doesn’t want to be seen as a smothering or needy partner, but he does need to know that you’re there for him when he needs it and that you’re safe and happy and that nothing can threaten you inside, that nothing can take you away from him.

With that being said, Diavolo approaches you sneakily and quietly. He just wants you two to be friends, after all the brothers and angels love you, so he’s just curious about how you get along with everyone else. He understands that to be honest, there’s a light about you that’s so beautiful and warm, so ethereal he could swear it was like tasting the soul of an innocent. He just couldn’t help it, he needed to swim in your presence, he needed to hear your voice, your laughter, to see your smile, to feel his hand against yours.

He needs you.

During the first months of your friendship with Diavolo, everything is perfect and he is simply the best friend anyone could have, he listens to you, he tries to understand what you are going through and he helps you with everything he can, study dates happen often and he always takes you out to eat afterwards, sometimes at Hell’s Kitchen, sometimes at Ristorante Six and most of the time at the Castle. Barbatos food is simply amazing, isn’t it? Besides, he gives you many gifts both handmade and bought, it’s always a happiness for him to see you using each of the gifts he gave you.

If you are the type of person who doesn’t like to receive a lot of gifts or doesn’t want him to spend a lot of money/time with you, don’t worry he can write you several letters and spend time playing games or talking to you. It’s like an endless sleepover, the castle has never been louder and happier than when you go to sleep there. The long hallways look more vivid, the red of the curtains sway happily, and the paintings seem to smile whenever they see you and Diavolo running around and screaming like two kids.

Barbatos has to tell you to sleep, otherwise you two will prank call other people, tell each other secrets, compare the culture of your country and Devildom or watch some sad movie and end up crying out loud. You are like children to the butler too, but the smile on his face is one that isn’t hard to notice, he adores your interactions with Diavolo, being like a shadow of the prince he can’t stop the feeling of relief that washes over him.

Now Diavolo has someone special by his side.

But something happened. Something terrible has happened to make Diavolo notice that you’re not safe yet; a demon that opposed the Diavolo government attacked you, he almost killed you and Diavolo doesn’t want to see the life drain from your eyes. He couldn’t bear to be alone again, he can’t have you abandoning him like his father and mother did. You have to forgive him for that.

He kidnaps you, though he prefers to think of it as a permanent transfer to the castle, to the safest place in all of Devildom. Your room is next to his, decorated in whatever colors and furniture you prefer and like best. He wants you to feel comfortable there, to feel like you’re at home. And honestly it’s not that bad, if you don’t disobey him or try to go outside it’s as if things haven’t changed.

You can certainly stay at the Castle with him, Barbatos and the Little Ds, right?

As a Yandere he starts to be smothering, controlling and clingy. As said before he needs you around, even more after what happened, he’s afraid of losing you, he’s afraid of sleeping and you disappearing, so scream, fight him, Diavolo doesn’t care, he has a clear conscience, he did everything right, all this resistance of yours just means you’re alive so he’s happy, you can tell by the wide smile on his face every time you fight him, every time you try to run away. Even if you don’t love him now or later, he couldn’t care less.

And speaking of escape attempts, he won’t punish you, but he will be incredibly disappointed and will isolate you in your own room indefinitely. Your only contact is with Barbatos who leaves you food, yet he is not allowed to talk to you. And when your incarceration is over, he treats you like a deity to be worshiped and loved.

Another fact is no matter how hard you try, he can always stop time with his powers or order Barbatos to look through time, figuring out when and how you are going to try to escape. But if your attempt is somehow almost successful, he’ll let his butler choose a better way to discipline you. And Diavolo will be there to dry your tears and soothe you, stroke your scalp and take you to the bathroom for a hot shower to help you relax.

You’ve got his heart it’s only fair that you give him your heart too, but you have to forgive him, he’s a little greedier than that. He wants your heart, your soul, your mind and body, everything you are.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #diavolo #yandere diavolo #yandere obey me #dark diavolo #dark obey me #yandere diavolo x mc #yandere diavolo x reader #lorkai headcanon #tw yandere #yandere

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Secret Admirer: Part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

[Part 1] [Masterlist] [Crossposted to AO3]

Summary: Telling someone you fell for them is always hard. However, it's even harder when the person you love is also your best friend. When you can't find the courage to tell Eddie Munson how you feel to his face, you decide to let him know in a more...round about sort of way.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, no pronouns used. Part 2 of 3.

CW: Nothing I can think of.

Word Count: 1,740

Taglist: @lilstickynote @tayhar811 @marianita195 @ravenclawkimmi @hellfirefiend @mizelophsun11 @thegirlthatsfalling @awkwardambition @lokiofasgard616 @potatos-library

That letter ended up being one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to write. Altogether, it took several weeks from start to finish; from the time you decided to tell Eddie how you felt to just a few days before you had Dustin give him the ring.

It wasn’t because of the subject matter though. That part was easy. Eddie was someone you could think about for hours, and often did. Producing the reasons why you loved him was a breeze.

No, the hard part was figuring out how to phrase the whole thing without giving yourself away.

You couldn’t cite anything specific Eddie done for you. Most of the moments you wanted to reference were private moments no one else was around for. Conversations you’d had with him were also a no go. On top of that, you couldn’t mention any particular timeframes either.

You lost count how many times you scrapped what you had and started over. By the end of it, you were so frustrated trying to perfect it that you ended up creating the version you finally gave Eddie by combining a few lines you liked from previous versions. With that finally done, you borrowed your dad’s typewriter so Eddie wouldn’t recognize your handwriting. You even typed his name on the front of the envelope, too.

While you didn’t hear anything about the letter over the weekend, that didn’t completely surprise you. After school on Friday, Eddie was busy with last-minute band rehearsal. Corroded Coffin had been asked to play at The Hideout on Saturday night since the normal weekend band canceled. You hadn’t been able to make it out to the show due to work, but Eddie called you late on Sunday morning to tell you about it. He sounded half asleep when he called, as if grabbing the phone to call you first thing when he woke up. His voice a little deeper and husky sounding, like it always did first thing in the morning.

With everything going on over the weekend and how busy he was, you figured Eddie had forgotten about finding the letter. Or had lost it since it was just a thin envelope. Luckily, you’d made several copies of it as backups, just in case of something like this happening. You decided if he hadn’t said anything by the time you were back in school, you’d slip another copy into his locker.

As it turned out, Eddie had neither forgotten nor lost the letter. He ended up reading it Monday, then drove straight over to your house afterwards.

Unfortunately for you, this just so happened to be a little after 1am.

You woke up to what sounded like a woodpecker tapping away at your bedroom window. Confused by what you were hearing, you turned over and peered in that direction. It took a few seconds for your eyes to focus since you were still waking up, but you eventually recognized Eddie perched on the roof just outside your window. He made a “open up” gesture with his hands.

As you were getting out of bed, you were surprised to see how late it was. Eddie never came by after midnight unless you already knew he was stopping by. He had never woken you up in the middle of the night before. You pushed down your nerves, went over to the window and quietly opened it.

“The hell, Eddie?” you said softly, stepping out of the way for him to climb inside. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Yeah, sorry, it couldn’t wait,” he said, climbing into your room. He then pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his jacket. “Can you please explain this to me?”

You raised your eyebrows, taking the paper and unfolding it. Just one glance was all it took for you to recognize your own letter and your heart anxiously skipped several beats.

Surely Eddie had it figured now if he felt the need to drive all the way out to your house and wake you up at 1am.

Still though, best to play dumb just in case.

“What is it?” you said, letting your gaze sweep down the page before raising back up to him.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Eddie said, his tone confused. “I was hoping you could read it and tell me what you think. It’s…a little odd.”

You raised a brow at him, then looked back down at the letter to read it from the beginning.

Apparently, the paranoia of Eddie figuring out who wrote the letter had made you produce something pretty nonsensical. It read as if Wonderland was putting on Shakespeare, the Mad Hatter had been cast as Romeo and he was making the lines up as he went along.

Eddie,

I have either known you for only a brief time or a very long time. Or perhaps somewhere in between. But really, what is time in terms of knowing someone? Someone you met yesterday could become your new best friend tomorrow, yet the next day someone you’ve known your whole life can suddenly become an enemy. Time has no meaning in terms of hearts and souls, especially when you meet the right one. You never know what’s going to happen then.

My heart and soul feels a kindred spirit in you, Eddie Munson. My inner flame burns brighter whenever I’m around you. Is it love? Or a crush? Both? Who’s to say at this distance without letting you see me.

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to let you know who I am. Until then, I will love you from afar and dream of one day being in your arms.

xoxo

Halfway through reading it, you were struggling to keep a straight face. While you had been really tired the night you finished writing it, you didn’t remember it making this little sense. It really did sound a lot more elegant than this during your final read through before you sealed the envelope.

When you finally finished and looked up at Eddie, you discovered he was watching you with an anxious look on his face.

“So,” you said, grinning at him. “Inner flames burning, huh?”

You had absolutely no memory of writing that particular line, so you were making fun of yourself for that one.

Considering Eddie didn’t know that, he scowled at you and snatched the letter away.

“Hey now,” he scolded you. “No making fun. Someone probably spent a lot of time writing that.”

You have no idea, you thought.

This was just one of the many things you loved about Eddie. Even though he had no idea who sent it, he wouldn’t stand for their feelings to be made fun of. Which ultimately meant your feelings and you started to blush at that thought.

You quickly looked down, making it look like you were embarrassed by the scolding.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, then looked back up curiously. “It definitely sounds like someone caught some feelings for you though and are nervous to say anything. Any idea who sent it?”

Eddie shrugged, looking over the sheet of paper, both front and back.

“No idea, it was in my locker the day school let out.”

“Huh,” you blinked, feigning a little bit of surprise. “I had no idea people still did that kind of stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Unsigned notes in lockers, having people pass on surprise gifts, that kind of thing,” you said. “It’s like in that one movie about the secret admirer.”

Eddie slowly looked up from the letter to you with a raised eyebrow.

“…you mean Secret Admirer?” he asked, a bit of smile on his lips.

“Yeah, that one,” you said with a big smile.

Chuckling, Eddie looked back down at the letter.

That was another reason why you loved him. He never teased you about it when you had little brain lapse moments like that.

You came over to stand next to him, rereading over the letter again.

God, you couldn’t believe you wrote all that now. You’d look mortified if that wouldn’t give you away, so you kept your eyes on the paper and your expression neutral.

“What do you think I should do?” Eddie asked quietly.

You shrugged and looked up at him to find him already looking at you. There was an expression on his face now as he gazed at you that you couldn’t identify.

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “What do you want to do?”

Eddie kept looking at you got a moment longer, swallowed heavily, then looked back down at the letter.

“I have no idea,” he said finally, sighing. “It’s…complicated.”

“How so?” you asked, curiously.

“It just is,” he said with a slightly snippy tone that quelled any other questions on the subject.

The two of you stood there quietly for a while, looking down at the letter. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Eddie kept glancing up and looking over at you.

“It’s gotta be pretty exciting though,” you finally said, looking over at him with a smile. “Having someone doting over you like that.”

Eddie got a bit of a sheepish look on his face, then shrugged a little.

“I mean, I guess it’s a little flattering,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “It’d be more flattering if I knew who it was though. How am I supposed to know if I’m interested if I don’t know who it is, you know?”

Now you knew. And you were surprised that thought hadn’t occurred to you sooner. There was no effective way to gauge what kind of interest he had in you without him knowing it was you.

Talk about feeling silly and anxious now.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to think of a way to salvage this without blowing everything, the friendship and all.

“Who knows, you know?” you said in a soft voice, after a brief period of silence. “Sometimes people do silly things that don’t make a whole lot of sense when they really, really like someone.”

Eddie nodded in agreement, then looked at you with that expression you still couldn’t identify. He quickly looked away again.

While he didn’t stay for too much longer after that, his visit left you with quite a lot to think about.

You needed to reveal yourself. And that was a terrifying thought.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic

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ot3 · 2 years

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every single time you post about ace attorney i get excited because you understand all the characters in a cooler more intimate way than the rest of us. which made me want to ask! how do you feel about edgeworth choosing death? do you think it had any other meaning than his europe spring break girls trip? would love to hear ur thoughts on this one

oop saw this right before i went to bed and forgot to answer!

first of all thank you i think about them nonstop so at least my scholarly efforts are paying off

anyway i think that there's no way to read that as anything but, at the very least, an aborted suicide attempt. it is honestly quite baffling to me to see how many people Don't think about things in this manner. it isn't subtle. the game does just about everything it can do to tell you edgeworth wanted or tried to kill himself without actually saying that.

it is not any kind of coincidence that suicide and suicidal ideation are plot points in the case where edgeworth makes his return. it is even less of a coincidence that they have edgeworth use identical phrasing for talking about adrian's textual suicidal tendencies and his own actions earlier

farewell my turnabout does a REALLY good job of using the situation with celeste and adrian to parallel a ton of shit going on with the rest of the cast at once; franziska and edgeworth's betrayal/loss with their own mentor in mvk, franziska and phoenix's loss of edgeworth, all of theses characters previous tendencies to outsource their way of living to some external source or handed-down dogma rather than standing on their own that they then have to overcome during the game.

then there's everything about rfta, which pretty much exists as a case for two reasons: 1. show off cool ds capabilities with forensics minigames 2. retcon in more character perspective for edgeworth. everything in rfta is designed to make a more believable setup for edgeworth 'choosing death' in aa2.

primarily, what we see of edgeworth in this case is phoenix desperately trying to check in with him and see if he's doing alright, and edgeworth stalwartly refusing to give phoenix a straightforward answer as he gets more and more upset and beaten down. like they hit you over the head with how bad things are for edgeworth.

but i think the real critical thing about rfta is the fact that they go out of the way to show us that edgeworth writes a formal letter of resignation, and then doesn't go through with it. when ema and phoenix pick up the resignation note in edgeworth's office there's nothing about it that even remotely resembles a suicide note. and i really think that was done to emphasize that what edgeworth does after that is considerable different from tending his resignation. it also provides context for why the characters themselves believe it to be a suicide note.

and imo some of the most critical stuff comes right at the end of the case with this dialogue. like as much as edgeworth is wracked with guilt about the extreme measure's hes taken in the past, what's more important is that he's afraid of himself.

he's scared! he doesn't know what to do! and i think that so interesting particularly in the context of suicidal ideation because like. sometimes the only thing holding you back from going through with it is the fact that dying is the one thing more terrifying than everything about being alive. it's just a very real feeling that gets across to me here, yknow?

so basically i think it's safe to say that we're supposed to, with any level of critical thought, assume that edgeworth was at genuine risk of killing himself after lana's trial. he then either failed to do and took awhile to rebound from that, or backed off at the last minute and figured dropping off the grid to just sort of deal with his own headspace was a necessary prerequisite for even being able to look anyone he knew in the eye for several months afterwards

#ace attorney #suicide /

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 2 years

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When MC dies older brothers

Implied previous romance, angst

Lucifer

When you first left him, for fear of holding him down, he was distraught

But you knew it was the right thing, you were 30 and he didn’t look a day older than when you met him

So you left his life, cut him and his brothers off

He pretended he was okay, but you left a hole that couldn’t be filled

When he walked into his brothers crying some 50 years after you left, he was curious as to why

When mammon, through tears, let loose that you were dead, it shocked him

There was no mistaking the look of many emotions mixing together, but the sadness stood out amongst the rest

He cried himself to sleep

When you were dating, he promised you that you’d never be alone, but from what he heard and saw from the last years of your life, you were. You never married or had children, but did have friends

He thanked God for that, bitterly

It ate at him, that he couldn’t see you one last time. It ate at all of them when you severed your pacts

He sobbed for the first time since Lilith’s death

When your funeral finally came around, he stood to the back

Finally, when they all left, he placed a bouquet of (favourite flower) on your grave

From that point onwards, once a month a bouquet of them would sit on the mossy soil

He didn’t know if he was relieved you went to the celestial realm or not, he didn’t know if he would ever meet your stunning eyes again

Mammon

Mammon pretended he didn’t miss you, when you broke up with him.

He pretended he wasn’t upset when you said it was best to break contact

He pretended… almost everything

When he saw you being married, he wondered why it couldn’t be him

He observed your life at a distance

And he cried with his brothers when he felt your pacts snap when you grew older

When he heard from a Lucifer, that you had died, he was torn apart

He wouldn’t even spend money on goldie, he wouldn’t leave his room, he just sat, scrolling through pictures

The brothers received an invitation to your funeral, but he couldn’t bring himself to face his emotions

So afterwards he visits, he tells you he’s mad you left, and he tells you he hopes you are okay in the celestial realm, because it’s what an awesome person like you deserves

Whenever he feels like it, he’ll visit your grave and tell you what you are missing, the things that make would make you laugh or smile

Leviathan

He found out first, being one of the few who you occasionally messaged as you knew he wouldn’t cope without you

He coops himself up for months on end, leaving only for food and water

He self degrades even more, because why couldn’t he help you? He’s not good enough

And when he saw a message apologising that had died, he was racked with sorrow, wondering why you hadn’t called recently

He had his answer now

He’d call your number to listen to your cheery voice through your voicemail and scroll mindlessly through photos

He stands at the back at your funeral, and is passed a letter by a girl

‘You’re Levi right? Mum asked me to give you this.’

He reads it, as you go on to thank him for everything

He hopes your doing okay in the celestial realm

A/n. (I’m going to write this for the other brothers and dateables then write a part two where they see you again to add a happy ending. When I eventually write it, I’ll hyperlink it here)

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me scenarios #obey me!#shall we date mammon #mammon x reader #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x mc #mammon angst #angst

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trickstarbrave · 7 months

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why is it whenever i wanna write weird kinky smut i gotta have at least 5+ fucking pages of exposition and world building before i fucking get to it.

anyways here is from the concubine au (nerevar and voryn will have to fake being lord and concubine for Reasons)

warning for sexual assault mentioned, slavery, injuries. nothing is directly shown except for proof of it. abuser gets killed tho

Voryn sat on the comfortable cushions, making small talk with Anaryl Dres, a lord of House Dres. Voryn was quite good with making small talk, acting as though he was speaking to a prospective southern lord to establish a trade of a sizable amount of saltrice in exchange for many dwemer goods, something of value unique to House Dagoth.

In reality though, Voryn was as tense as he had been in some time.

He had been chasing false lead after false lead, reaching dead end after dead end for two gods damn years. Nerevar claimed he wanted to go south and look for work from another house after he and Gilvoth got into a particularly bad altercation that resulted in half the town’s guards harassing Neht afterwards on Gilvoth’s orders. Voryn had assured him he dealt with the problem as needed, but Nerevar brushed him off and insisted it would be for the best.

After several weeks, Nerevar stopped responding. Voryn, overcome with anxiety despite his brothers assuring him it was probably just some lost letters, went to his residence, only to find it empty.

Certainly people going missing in Resdayn wasn’t new. The land was harsh and strangers were not kind nor sympathetic. You either survived, or you didn’t. Nerevar, however, wasn’t weak enough to be killed by some stray cliff racer and left to die in the wilderness. He was strong, sensible, and headstrong. Voryn knew better, and that if he wanted to find Nerevar, he needed to do it with his own resources because guards and other houses would not help him.

This time it looked like a promising lead. Anaryl Dres was normally pretty reserved and secretive, but drunkenly bragged about his new concubine. Only a few details could be gleaned before he left the party: said concubine was a man who was originally born and raised as a girl, the concubine was only half chimer, was supposed to be sold into slavery by his house but was ‘hidden away’ until discovered again, and was very disobedient.

It was a dead ringer for Nerevar: a half blood chimer from House Mora, a lesser house that sold many mixed race children into slavery by order of the Ra’athim clan who resented being ousted from their city by nords. Nerevar also originally grew up as a girl, something Voryn personally went out of his way to correct as Nerevar wished. And lastly, Nerevar would not be broken even after two years of enslavement. After prodding for more answers, all Anaryl would reveal is that his concubine had white hair and scar-tattoos, but those were quite common for many in House Mora.

A servant came in, bowing respectfully to Voryn. Voryn turned to give her his attention, as she came close to his ear, speaking low as to be respectful, but loud enough that it didn’t seem secretive.

“I spotted the tea set you asked of me, Lord Dagoth.” She said low, not missing a beat. “I purchased it, as per your request.” It wasn’t uncommon for nobles from Vvardenfell to shop in larger cities while doing business on the mainland. Especially for a house as remote as House Dagoth, it would be expected he’d send servants to procure various items while he met and spoke with other nobles. But this was more than a servant who had been out shopping for their lord: this was actually a spy he sent to check the residence, and was answering in code.

They had indeed found Nerevar after so long of searching. Voryn could almost smile with pure delight, his heart racing in his chest. Nerevar was here. Soon, he’d have Nerevar back in the safety of Kogoruhn’s walls. But for now, he needed to continue the act. Just a bit more.

“Very good.” Voryn replied dryly, sipping the trama root tea in his cup. The liquid was far too bitter for his tastes, but he was a master at controlling his expressions when he had to. “And the others…?” He asked, looking at the servant skeptically.

“Most of the others on your list were purchased, Lord Dagoth. The other servants are taking them to the propylon chamber and to Kogoruhn.”

Translation: most of the guards in the rest of the manor were paid off in full and the ones who refused were killed. Any and all documents relating to Nerevar were secured in the manor. All that was left was getting Nerevar out of there, after which the Morag Tong would come in immediately after his exit and the Dres lord and his remaining guards who were present in the room with them.

Voryn held back a sinister smile. He waited a few moments, before sighing.

“I suppose it is getting late.” Voryn looked annoyed at the prospect of leaving.

“Oh, Lord Dagoth, there is still so much to discuss.” Anaryl looked positively giddy. No doubt he was getting sick pleasure from the idea he was holding Voryn’s closest friend prisoner right under the mer’s nose, ignorant that his life would soon be over for such an offense.

“It’s not as though we need to iron out all of the details in one sitting.” Voryn replied, finishing his cup of tea. “We can meet again in a week’s time. I’ll bring some of the metal and artifacts for you to see for yourself.” Voryn gave a polite smile as he rose to his feet. “I think that would be even more helpful to our agreement.”

“Oh, absolutely.” He was still grinning far too wide. The man would be horrible at cards, as Nerevar would say. Absolutely too over eager and bragging with his face. “Don’t be afraid to contact one of my servants, Lord Dagoth. We have plenty of saltrice to go around, after all.”

“I’ll send word about our next meeting soon.” Voryn lied, as he left through the door. As soon as the door was shut, he couldn’t help but finally smirk softly.

After an hour, Voryn returned to the residence. The sun had nearly set by now, Azura’s hour fading away and the stars beginning to twinkle. He entered from the back door, knowing he wouldn't be spotted.

Sure enough, the noble was dead on the ground, his throat slit. Of the few remaining guards who were nearby, three were dead and the others no doubt refused to fight seeing the attackers were from the guild. Normally it would be hard to kill even a lesser lord of a Great House, but it seems Anaryl was not well liked by his employees or most higher members of House Dres.

Now free to move about as he pleased, Voryn stepped around the blood and walked upstairs, paying the gore and death in the sitting room little regard. Servants quietly filed in after him, taking all documents related to his visit with them as well in an effort to cover his tracks. Voryn was, if anything, thorough.

Up the stairs, a spy waited at a door, signaling it was the room Nerevar was in. Voryn paused briefly outside it, his excitement now turning to nervousness. He was terrified of what he might see, what state Nerevar might be in. Had he heard the killing downstairs? Was he badly injured or starved? What if he was furious that Voryn took so long to save him?

Still, Voryn couldn’t wait forever. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his eyes immediately falling on the figure laying on a plush pile of pillows, completely unconscious. An elf, golden skinned with long white hair was dressed in gauzy fabric and cheap jewelry, a pipe laying on the floor nearby. A sickly sweet scent clung to the air, a sure sign someone was recently smoking skooma. Their chest rose and fell, their face partially obscured.

Voryn took a hesitant step forward. Then another. And another. He could barely believe his eyes, as he finally took in the figure’s face, relief washing over him.

“Nerevar…” He breathed out, sinking to his knees. “I finally found you.”

Nerevar had gotten thinner, not to mention lighter. No doubt he couldn’t use his muscles properly being confined like this. He had dark circles under his eyes too, and from what skin was showing Voryn could see bruises on his limbs and neck. Love bites, kicks, punches, even hand marks from strangulation. It was enough to make Voryn want to commit necromancy just to kill the bastard himself over and over again.

“Neht,” Voryn’s voice dipped to a soft, tender tone as he gingerly shook Nerevar’s shoulder. “Wake up.” He was afraid of shaking too much, terrified he might accidentally aggravate an injury he couldn’t see. It was a stark contrast to how he was with Nerevar as his guard--back then Nerevar seemed so proud and strong, like nothing could truly topple him. Now though he looked delicate and fragile, something Voryn was terrified of breaking.

“Mm?” Nerevar’s eyes cracked open. His eyes looked hazy, red and irritated but with his pupils blown wide. “... Voryn~!” Nerevar’s face broke out into a giddy smile as he threw his arms around Voryn’s shoulders, tugging the other chimer into a hug. “Mm… I missed you~” Nerevar purred low, before erupting into giggles.

Voryn gave a heavy sigh, trying to untangle himself from Nerevar’s arms. He was hoping that Nerevar wasn’t intoxicated, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Regardless, it wouldn’t be hard to leave with Neht and return to Kogoruhn where he could be treated properly.

“I missed you too.” Voryn replied, finally freed from Nerevar’s grasp. “But I’m here to bring you back with me to Kogoruhn.” Nerevar’s eyes couldn’t focus properly, darting around whenever they were opened.

“‘M tired…” Nerevar mumbled, sinking back into the cushions. Voryn gave another sigh, reminding himself this wasn’t Nerevar’s fault.

“I know, Neht.” Voryn stroked some of his hair out of his face. “You can sleep once we get home.”

Home. Where Nerevar belonged. In the nice, soft bed in the room right next to Voryn’s. The room Voryn kept in perfect condition with most of Nerevar’s belongings still inside it, waiting for the day he could bring Nerevar back.

A guard of House Dagoth carried him, after Voryn wrapped him with a cloak to conceal his appearance. Then it was just a matter of getting to the propylon chamber and back to his stronghold. They could put all this mess behind them.

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #morrowind #no seriously why is there worldbuilding here #we have not made it to the smut yet tho #concubine au

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Any 'behind the scenes' or 'director's cut' stuff in FnF you'd be kind enough to share? :3

I guess random tidbits of would-be scenes from non-pov characters? Would that count? XD

Silco had horrible PTSD-like symptoms the week following Jinx's blow-up on the Bridge. He spent much of his time protectively prowling around a deeply discombobulated Jinx, while unable to look her in those brand-new bright pink Shimmer eyes.

Jayce spent the days during Piltover and Zaun's conflict organizing aid shelters, and emphasizing that no ID or questions of citizenship be asked - just help provided to families in trouble.

Mel warned him that they'd give easy access to Zaunite spies this way. She and Jayce ended up having their first major fight, and it had nothing to do with aid shelters, and everything to do with stress, shared guilt, and building resentment on Jayce's part at how she'd foisted the game of politics on him for her own agenda.

Mel went to the bathroom and shed a few tears afterwards. He was right.

Viktor spent the war-days under covert surveillance as a Zaunite - a backdoor order via the Council. When Jayce found out, he flipped his lid - again.

When the war was over, Silco went to sit by Vander's statue - not to gloat but to grieve at everything it cost them to achieve what they should've had by right all along. "Nothing is fair, eh, brother?"

After Silco and Mel's negotiation, Mel went home and asked Jayce if he'd be up to try erotic asphyxiation in the bedroom. Jayce gave her the most horrified puppy eyes. "What? No - Mel, I'm not mad at you like THAT!" :c

Ambessa watched the war unfold from her airship, sipping wine and remarking to the Local Cuisine Boy. "I told my daughter to beware of the dangers in her backyard." She sent Mel a missive offering military assistance. Mel sent it back with a golden splatter on the parchment as an artistic Fuck You.

Sevika spent her spare hours slumped next to Nandi's tomb at Janna's Temple. She considered writing a letter to her father in Stillwater to share the news - then decided against it. He'd just use it as an excuse to ask for cash to be transferred to his prison commissary.

Vi and Caitlyn hit the streets during the conflict, and did their best to get supplies in the aid shelters and evacuate families away from shelling sites. Vi actually watched from an outpost when Jinx's rocket hit the bridge and it collapsed in flames. She felt a sense of profound horror - and also the tiniest bit of triumph.

Unbeknownst to the sisters, both Vi and Jinx were a stone's throw from each other at several points during the conflict: Jinx blasting buildings to pieces, and Vi rushing in to get survivors out of the wreckage.

They also hummed 'Dear friend across the river' to themselves as a self-soothing mnemonic later that night in bed.

The Firelights felt the after-echoes of the bombings and gunfire. Ekko wanted to send scouts to look for survivors - maybe even organize a coup against Silco while the city was in turmoil. His men took one look at the destruction and noped the fuck out. In their own words, "It's a slaughterhouse out there."

The hour Zaun declared independence, the broken clocktower of the Old Hungry issued a series of eerie gongs that reverberated throughout the city. Some said it sounded like wails of despair. Others said it called to mind an infant's first cry.

(It was just the gearworks collapsing from the inside).

Vive la révolution.

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So I was thinking about the AU where Yuu gets adopted by the family of one of the supervillains because the idea of each supervillain trying to save them in civilian form is hilarious! If their civilian form isn’t a secret to anyone except the reporter, I could imagine the others threatening to expose their own supervillain activities unless they encourage Yuu to pursue a relationship with them. Of course, that would end badly. So badly.

I wish we had an adopted AU where Riddle still keeps in contact with their sibling, but Yuu doesn’t know he’s a supervillain. That way, when one of the other supervillains kidnap Yuu and Riddle tries to save them in his civilian form, the supervillain doesn’t register the true threat they pose. And that results in Riddle getting kidnapped too so the villain can try to impress Yuu’s family. This ends up in Riddle angry, frustrated beyond belief, and struggling not to blow up and fight back like he normally would! Otherwise, he might expose his supervillain side.

Ooh, and that would be so interesting too, since Riddle’s the way that Yuu gets introduced to the world of supervillains.

Maybe in this version, Riddle’s better at hiding Yuu’s letters so Mrs. Rosehearts never intercepts them. Maybe he grows up not quite writing back, but not not reading them either. Since his mother never instructed him to forget he had a sibling, he’s not breaking any rules when Yuu gets into a university near his and Riddle pays them a visit. He’s not breaking any rules when he rooms with Yuu and Yuuken to save money while getting his doctorate. And if his mother never sees his apartment or his living situation? All the better in Riddle’s book.

Though of course, when all of a sudden Crowley comes sniffing around with the aim of convincing “his precious hatchling” to take “their rightful place as heir”. If Riddle was already a supervillain at this point, it’d be easy for Crowley to blackmail him into helping “convince” his hatchling, so why not look at it another way? Riddle makes a deal to become a supervillain to get Yuu’s bio dad off their back.

He never tells Yuu this. They helped him get away from his mother, after all. He’s only returning the favor. That’s what siblings do, right?

(Also once he starts, he gets almost disturbingly into it. Who knew he was so good at being bad?)

It does also give us the hilarious image of Ace and Deuce complaining to Royal Flush about how “this super dumb reporter!” got them locked in a cupboard and ruined his fertilizer…only for Riddle to make it home to the apartment he shares with Yuu to find them toweling themselves off shakily, explaining how they ran into this monster while at work and had to report on it afterwards…

Riddle looks the very picture of the concerned, protective brother, but inside he’s whistling like an over-boiled kettle at the realization that those two morons nearly got his precious sibling killed.

If Yuu ever does get kidnapped by Royal Flush, they will only ever see Ace and Deuce, other minions, or Cater if they’re very lucky. Riddle makes Trey hide with him because he knows Yuu, he knows the minute they see him or Trey, the jig is up, masks or no.

Trey’s had to use Doodle Suit to hide their identities so they could sneak out of an awkward confrontation with the reporter several times now. It’s going well by Riddle’s standards!

…which is why he’s fuming when Poison Queen decides to kidnap his sibling while they’re in the middle of having lunch together.

His fellow supervillain hadn’t even given Riddle more than a second glance when Yuu told him to “leave my older brother out of this!”, swanning around and leering at Yuu while dropping lines that make Riddle sorely tempted to grab the nearest chair and try to bash his brains out before he makes Riddle hurl.

At least Leviathan, Tsunotaro, Snake Charmer, or Charon would’ve attempted to ingratiate themselves with him, instead of just pretending he doesn’t exist so they could flirt at Yuu instead. Sure, Riddle would’ve found those attempts equally annoying for their insincerity, but at least he could’ve given them a good tongue-lashing for their impertinence.

As it is, he has to deal with Poison Queen’s snobbery while the Huntsman winds him up by asking him about the beauté Yuu and Poison Queen would make as a couple.

It’s enough to make him feel thankful when White Neige and his seven dwarves burst in to chase off Poison Queen and his minions.

…riiight up until White Neige grabs Yuu’s hands and begins professing his undying declarations of protection for them.

Riddle is in hell.

#alleykat2014 #twisted wonderland #twst #supervillain au #adoption au #au of adoption au #riddle rosehearts #royal flush #twst yuu #twisted wonderland yuu #vil schoenheit #poison queen #rook hunt #the huntsman #dire crowley #the night raven

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kelpiemomma · 2 years

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For the writing prompts if you don't mind me sending some - either the father's day one/"I can't afford to lose you" with FAW Ingo and Akari or "you're not alone"/"I've got your back" in the Jumping The Rail universe with Akari and Emmet/Elesa. You don't have to do all of these, I just wanted to give a variety of ideas in case one of them was a bit too hard to write for.

"I can't afford to lose you" with FAW Ingo and Akari

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It was a well established bit of knowledge that Ingo didn't have much to his name. He had what remained of the clothes he'd arrived to Hisui in, his team of pokemon, and his job as Lady Sneasler 's Warden. He had no family, no home to call his own, and no memory of who he had been before.

Well- he'd had no family. Somehow, without him seeing the signs as he sped past them, he'd ended up adopting Akari.

Looking back it all made sense- expecting her home in time for dinner, fretting over her injuries and illnesses, providing comfort and an ear when she needed it without hesitation... she had been a friend to begin with, but it hadn't been difficult to see her treatment by the Jubilife Village residents and decide to treat her better. He just hadn't realized where it would lead.

With her exile there hadn't been much time to initially discuss it. Volo had found them and Ingo had refused to be separated from her- simple as that. And then they had hunted down the plates with Lady Irida, and there hadn't been any time for anything but locating lake guardians and plates and forging a chain. Then there had been their journey to the Temple of Sinnoh, and Ingo had felt his first true taste of fear over a child - his child - since he'd privately acknowledged her as such when Beni threatened to end her life for Kamado. The battle hadn't been difficult, and it was only through an incredible amount of self-restraint and the urgency of the situation that Ingo had not physically attacked the chef himself afterwards. The battle with the Almighty Sinnohs had taken control of their direction next, and then - after catching them both - Akari had been busy running around playing catch-up for the Galaxy Team.

Despite her literal saving of the day, of the region, many Jubilife residents remained suspicious of her. Those who had never worked with her still saw the girl as a threat and, for whatever reason, she sought to rectify that. As if such a thing was needed. Ingo would have told her not to bother, but after the party they had thrown 'in her honor' - a party he had skipped, had seen as a paltry apology - she had hardly been around. Most of her time was spent in the Icelands, exploring crevices and cliffs and caves to try and catch the Galaxy Team up on what they'd missed during her exile.

It was Sabi who once again came to Ingo with bad news. Lord Braviary was by far the fastest of the Nobles, able to fly above obstacles that would stop the rest of them. He hadn't heard from his daughter in almost two weeks- not even a letter. It was making him nervous. And then Sabi had landed, had rolled through his door like a boulder.

"Akari was injured in the Icelands. She's recovering in the Pearl Clan encampment." She announced as she sprang up. Ingo hadn't wasted any time, not waiting to hear more. In a repeat of the day he'd heard of her exile, he called out Gliscor and headed directly for his secondary home. Fear clouded his vision, thoughts and images of what could be wrong skipping through his head like he was staring out of the window of something moving fast. He landed roughly, stumbling off of Gliscor in the middle of the encampment. Several residents looked surprised, if not mildly pleased, to see him.

"Where is she?" He asked as Irida approached. "Where's Akari?"

His leader looked confused, pointing towards the hut that frequently housed the ill or injured. If she was there, it was serious. He all but sprinted for the door, barely refraining from throwing it open to enter. Inside was dimly lit, so as not to disturb those resting, but he spotted the dark hair of his child almost immediately. She was sat up in a bed, frowning at the person by her side. Her cheek had a bandage and her arm was sitting in a rudimentary cast. Bruises covered her face and he noticed that her right leg, the one she'd already injured several times, was being carefully manipulated. As he approached he heard her hiss in pain.

"What happened?" Ingo asked, demanded, as he came to her bedside. His distress made it difficult to regulate his volume- the sudden burst of noise after his near-silent steps made both Akari and the healer jump.

"D- Ingo!" Akari greeted, elated and then deflsting. She sometimes called him Dad, other times she held herself back. It was a reminder they still needed to talk. "I, uh- what are, what are you doing here?"

"I haven't heard from you in two weeks, and Sabi just flew in to tell me you were injured. What happened?" If it had been a person, there would be hell to pay. There would be a reckoning. Instead of looking afraid, Akari instead looked sheepish and raised her good arm to rub awkwardly at her head.

"I don't even have a good story or excuse for you," she admitted quietly, "I just- got so focused on my research I forgot. And I was climbing a hill to check out an Alpha Garchomp when I got surprised by a Gible and slipped and fell down a hill. A Chansey came over and helped me out, and then my team brought me here."

Ingo breathed out a sigh of relief, putting a hand over his eyes.

"Only my child..." he groaned. There was a moment of silence before he felt a gentle tug on his coat. He dropped his hand, meeting Akari's wide-eyed gaze.

"D... did you... do you mean that?" She whispered. She hadn't let go of his coat, and he lowered his hand to grasp hers gently.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I... if you'd rather not, I understand, but-"

"No!" Akari's grip on his hand was almost too tight. He blinked at her, and then at the medic, who shrugged in return. Her shaking his grasped limb returned his gaze to her own. "I mean, yeah! I do! I just- I wasn't sure if you- I was trying to give you space after, after everything with Volo and Kamado and the Sinnohs and- I didn't, I didn't know. If you meant it, when you were talking to Volo, or if you were just trying to get under his skin..."

Ingo snorted. "It was not simply to get under his skin. I meant what I said when he found us- that children should not be separated from their parents. You're my child, Akari- if you'd like to be, of course. But even if you would rather us simply be- friends, or companions, or training partners, I find that I am loath to... that I don't... I cannot lose you." He squeezed her hand gently. "I would appreciate it if you'd take care to not become uncoupled from me."

Apparently forgetting her injuries, Akari lunged towards Ingo and almost headbutted him as she tried to wrap her arms around his neck.

"No take backs," she declared through sniffling from pain and elation, "you're my... my dad now."

Ingo smiled, allowing her to shed tears onto his shoulder. He didn't have much to his name in Hisui. He had what remained of the clothes he'd arrived in, he had his pokemon team, and he had his job as Lady Sneasler 's Warden. Most importantly, he also had a daughter.

#Kelp tracks #Fic adventures #Fire at will series #FaW series

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guiltypart · 10 months

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Thoughts on Master Detective Archives: Rain Code Chapter 1

So, thoughts on Chapter 1.

I'm starting to fall out of love with Shinigami, not that I was ever really in love with her in the first place. I understand writing her as not having a traditional human morality, but having that on top of her literally dragging Yuma around on a whim and apparently not liking him associating with other people (aka Halara) like a jealous girlfriend while also being degrading to him is...not great. Hopefully this will turn around later.

Definetely seems like each of the next couple of chapters is going to focus on a specific Master Detective with them working with Yuma to solve the case. This chapter is Halara, who does the whole "I only work for for money but I'm not a bad person" bit, except they stick with the working for money thing to the point that Yuma basically will be in debt for life to them. Still, their Post-Cognition ability is fun to play around with in the investigations. I like them (and yes, it seems that they are a "them", not a "he" or "she", which is honestly pretty cool, I hope it stays that way), although they need to lighten up on the Sink-or-Swim mentality that leads to the Labyrinth this time.

I also don't love the end of the chapter, where the charater development that Yuma and Halara have together essentially gets reset at the end to a degree. Like, it's in service of maintaining The Secret with Shinigami, but this is a group of people with various supernatural powers and don't seem like they'd react badly, so there isn't a narrative reason for keeping Shinigami secret aside from an ill-described contract.

The chapter itself is good, though. I don't think it's a spoiler that it's a love letter to Locked Room mysteries, which results in you investigating several, some of which I figured out pretty quickly, and some that I needed the game to give me specific options to figure out. It isn't a bad thing that I'm solving things IN the Labyrinth with Yuma, rather than figuring it all out beforehand. The Labyrinth was also nicely different from last time and the mystery was successfully twisty.

I do wish that people reacted more to the deaths around them. Like, Yuma doesn't feel great about people he talks to dying (especially considering...specific circumstances), but then they seem to get forgotten soon afterwards. It makes some sense for Kanai Ward residents, but for all the Master Detectives from outside the Ward it's a little jarring.

Also, first official appearance of Yomi, who looks like a Big Bad but I suspect will get usurped near the end. I already want to punch his stupid face, but I know that's not going to happen for a while.

#master detective archives: rain code #Chapter 1 #thoughts #impressions #Spike Chunsoft #Tookyo Games #mystery

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omfg how am I interested in Wolfe Tone and don't know anything about his wee bestie Samuel Neilson, please tell me your favourite lil stories about him 🙏

Neilson was in charge of running the Northern Star newspaper, where he was the editor. when the newspaper committee was first formed it had several people on it, but most of the others quickly went "oh... well this is more boring than I thought, so I'm off to join a different committee now. Best of luck though Neilson xx" so Neilson ended up having to mostly fund it himself.

At one point Charles Hamilton Teeling, who was 16 at the time, heard about the Armagh Outrages and decided that he, a Catholic teenager, was going to go and singlehandedly end sectarianism there by telling everyone to be nice to each other. Predictably, he didn't even get out of the county he lived in before he was spooked by roving gangs of Peep O'Day Boys, so he wrote a letter to the wealthy Protestant but famously pro-Catholic Neilson asking him to come and keep him company while he went to Armagh. Neilson showed up to travel there with him, but Teeling had by that time heard about the Battle of the Diamond, and was understandably too scared to go any further, so Neilson had to take him home instead.

Not long after Wolfe Tone came to Belfast to join the United Irishmen, he went on a picnic with several other members of the organisation. While there, Neilson made Tone, Henry Joy McCracken, the Simms brothers, and several other people climb up onto a hill above the place they were picnicking to swear that they would devote their lives to fighting the British forever and ever and ever.

One extremely incriminating piece of evidence the government had on Neilson was that at one point he had gone out to a pub with an informer called John Bird and someone else, gotten drunk, and then forced everyone to toast to the greatness of the French Revolution multiple times.

Related: Neilson was so supportive of the French Revolution that Wolfe Tone apparently called him The Jacobin.

When Thomas Russell, McCracken, Neilson, CH Teeling, and several other people were rounded up in Belfast in 1796 and arrested, they were taken to Dublin to questioning. While there, they were processed before being properly sent to their cells, and while it went mostly smoothly when the magistrate asked Neilson for his name he started arguing with the magistrate about giving it to him and then turned back to his friends and joked that the magistrate might be drunk. This mortified Thomas Russell, so he pulled Neilson aside, told him off in front of everyone, and forced him to apologise to the magistrate for making fun of him.

While in prison, McCracken, Neilson, Teeling and co. were kept in solitary confinement at first. They didn't like that, so they just sort of. started taking the locks off of the doors of their cells at night, and socialising in the hallway. Unfortunately my source, RR Madden, doesn't go into any more detail on how the hell they accomplished this.

One thing that they were not allowed to have in prison in 1796 was writing supplies such as paper, pens, ink, etc. However, Neilson's friend Oliver Bond's wife, Eleanor, baked a writing kit including all of those things into a pie and brought it to them in prison, so they were able to write letters.

The story of how Neilson got out of prison in 1796 is completely insane in every way and has its own post. Short version is that Edward Cooke tried to have the aforementioned John Bird testify against Neilson and McCracken in court, and it blew up in his face spectacularly.

Soon after getting out of prison, Neilson was invited to breakfast at the house of someone he sort of knew, who had recently begun informing for the government. Neilson somehow got an inkling that this was going on, so he told the servants to keep his horse ready outside. Breakfast passed smoothly, but afterwards the host stood up and told Neilson that he couldn't leave as the soldiers were coming for him. Neilson, in response, stuck his hand into his waistcoat pocket (which was empty) and went "right, I've got a gun, and those people out there are actually not soldiers but my friends with pikes and more guns." In the time it took for the man, who believed him, to process this Neilson jumped out the window (luckily the room was on the ground floor) and escaped.

After many of the United Irish leaders were arrested at Oliver Bond's house, Neilson had to play the role of basically Lord Edward Fitzgerald's only friend, because Lord Edward was on the run in Dublin and unable to speak to his family. They would go out on walks at night around the city, at one point being stopped by a pair of patrolling soldiers, who said that they were looking for Lord Edward Fitzgerald and Samuel Neilson. Lord Edward pretended to be a doctor, Neilson pretty much just said "nah you've got the wrong guy," and the soldiers let them go without trouble.

When Neilson was arrested for the second time, in 1798, he negotiated for the lives of his fellow prisoners in return for them all detailing their activities with the rebels (without incriminating anyone else). When Neilson went forward for his questioning, he was brought out in so many chains he could barely walk, which even the magistrate thought was strange. The jailor explained that it was because Neilson had acted sort of aggressively several times, so he was scared of him. Neilson made fun of the jailor for being scared of someone in so many chains he could barely walk, and then went "and why shouldn't I act however I want? what are you going to do, sentence me to death again?" The magistrate didn't like that, but they proceeded with the questioning anyway because they didn't want to have to deal with him again.

#samuel neilson #charles hamilton teeling #wolfe tone #henry joy mccracken #john bird #thomas russell #oliver bond #eleanor bond #lord edward fitzgerald #edward cooke #1798 rebellion #united irishmen #tw violence #tw sectarianism #asks #jory.txt

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Saturday 10 December 1836

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no kiss fine morning F36 ½° at 9 ½ am at which hour breakfast - A- did her French - had Mr. Husband for a moment to give me the sawyers’ bill - out at 10 ¼ - With Robert Mann + 3 (Jack Green pheying out the cellar passage) at the Rockwork east hill getting stuff done towards the bottom - had William Green to say SW- had not been to value his fixtures and he could not afford to pay the great rent of his present house - has only about £20 in Mr. Parker’s on account of the 2 cottages I bought of him (William G-) - told him I would desire SW- to settle the matter - A- had Mr. Horner from soon after 10 to after 12 - I came in for a minute or 2 about 12 - then out again - musing about the rock-work - set the gardener (he and Hemingway + 2) they were at the upper Conery hedge to be planted in the morning to make a cart-road turning down from near the approach gates towards the rockwork for the great stones to finish the pools - stood by all the afternoon - either the gardeners or Robert Mann and co. till dark at 5 - then dressed - paid Robert Schofield for the last 3 weeks - then had Joseph Mann and afterwards Robert M-the former brought 13 bills to settle - after 7 before I had summered all up - he left his books with me to settle - dinner at 7 20 - coffee upstairs - A- read French and I the Halifax guardian of this morning - A- was at Cliff hill this afternoon - and Cookson went home (to Leeds) by this afternoon’s 4 o’clock coach to return on Monday - A- had letter tonight 3 pp. the 2nd and 3rd crossed and 1 ½ line on one end from Mrs. Ewan Sutherland ‘Beg Field, Park-hill, Ross-shire’ dated the 6th instant - Impertinent rhodomontade about the lady’s brother Sir Alexander Mackenzie - letter tonight from Mr. Mackean Yorkshire District Bank dated today - ‘Madam - I beg to take the liberty of directing your attention to the balance of your account which appears to be increasing considerably of late, without anything in the shape of a return being made; and as the Bank invariably discountenances loans, I have to request you will have the goodness either to make something like a return, or reduce the amount of the balance - the severe pressure in the money market at the present time, must serve as my excuse for writing you just now - I remain madam yours most respectfully Adam Mackean Manager’ - A- and I sat talking this over - I said truly, I was glad it had come - it shews the weakness of the Bank - it shews that, contrary to what I was told on opening my account, I cannot go on drawing and leaving my account unsettled till spring - I was told I might draw to any amount - I said a credit of £7000 or £8000 would be enough - but that I would settle the account anytime on a reasonable notice - McK- seemed to think of this anytime - At the moment of the 1st reading the letter thought of settling and closing my account as immediately as possible - tho’ I thought this calmly - I thought, too, of going to Briggs’s bank - yet I rejoiced at the letter’s having come - quite satisfied nothing more wholesome could have come - I feel sure, necessity prompted the letter - it is very civilly written - my thought of leaving the bank is already growing fainter - perhaps by tomorrow morning I shall be satisfied to settle my account and trouble myself no further - I will stop all that can be stopped in the laying out way - this satisfied A- who behaves beautifully - had just written all the above of today at 11 ½ - very fine day tho’ a few drops of rain about 4 ½ pm F32° now at 11 ¾ pm propose to A- the following answer to Mrs. S-‘s letter Madam I am sorry to be reduced to the very disagreeable alternative of not answering your letter at all or of informing you that I consider it a unjustifiable impertinence I am madam your obedient servant Ann Walker

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true lies - s. r. (12/?)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: A collection of letters Spencer and you share while you're gone - and then you're gone forever. At least, that what he thinks.

Warnings: some fluff, angst, angst, angst, smoking, slight ptsd, grief and loss

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I'm sososososo sorry. please don't hate me. I love you. gif not mine.

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Dearest little bear,

two months have passed since you had to leave, and not a day goes by that I don't think of you and wish you were here with me.

We are trying to do everything in our power to be able to bring you back home. But unfortunately, it seems to be taking longer than I would like.

I was told you were working on it as well. You are strong and smart and even though you can't be with me, I'm sure we can do it together.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

I was very happy to receive your message. I always carry it with me, although I would rather be in your arms, but I can't.

I can't tell you where I am right now, but still I wish you were with me. It is warm and beautiful and I am sure you would like it here very much.

Except for these letters, I'm not allowed to talk to any of you, but I like talking to you best anyway. We've come this far. And we'll make it.

Thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

It's been four months and with each passing second it becomes more unbearable. But a light is appearing at the end of the dark tunnel. We think we know who she is.

It won't be long before we can see each other again. And I can't wait to be able to hug you again. To be able to touch you. Or kiss you.

Not much longer. And then nothing can separate us.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

It would have been too good to be with you again at last. But it still takes time.

I have found something that can help us, but for now, just know that I will do everything I can so that I can return home. Back to you. No matter what it costs.

Keep your eyes open. We're closer than you think.

I'm thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

I was given time off to take a break. I was with my mother and she told me that a kind young lady had been here. She doesn't remember you, but she knows you are familiar and that she can trust you. As I do.

I am infinitely grateful. And I'm tired of waiting, but for you I do. For you, I do it all.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest Neruda,

I can no longer grasp a clear thought, because whenever I close my eyes I see everything I have done in review. I can hardly sleep and the nightmares plague me.

I just hope that everything will end soon. It has already been a year since we saw each other. I can't promise you anything, but I hope you know that everything I had to do was for you. For us.

Thinking of you.

With love,

little bear

Dearest little bear,

it's been a few weeks since I've heard from you. I hope you are doing well.

We have found a trail that will take us further.And brings me a little closer to you. And that will bring you back home. I can't wait.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

It's been two months since you wrote to me.

Get back to me as soon as you can.

Take care of yourself.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you. Or how great the pain in my chest is.

I can't eat, I can't sleep. I can hardly breathe without you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

they hung your picture today. In the portrait you are smiling, proud to finally be part of the team. I can't look at it.

I was sent home, but everything there reminds me of you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

I keep your letters in a small box next to my bed. They are a part of you that I don't want to lose, even though I have already lost you. They are a part of you, just as you are a part of me.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dearest little bear,

I went to our bookstore and found a book of poems that you would like. I'll put it with your letters.

No book in the world could have prepared me for the grief I feel. The pain is too engaging for me to talk about it with anyone but you.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dear little bear,

it's been almost two years since we last saw each other. I don't remember what you sound like, or what you smell like. Why can't I remember that? Is it wrong of me not to think it's bad? It takes away my pain a little.

Thinking of you.

With love,

Neruda

Dear little bear,

A lot has happened in the two years we've been apart. Too much to ever be able to write down all the things. I just want you to know that this time was not easy for me. Not for any of us.

I put your letters away safely because you will always be important to me. But I have to let you go. And with this, I release you.

I love you. Forever.

With love,

Neruda

You pinch your leg to wake up. Your neck is wet with cold sweat and you have to blink several times to realize that you are in a cab. You run your hand through your hair as the driver looks at you curiously through the rearview mirror. He says nothing, which is why you glance out the window.

The drive from the airport to Quantico only takes an hour, but you still take the opportunity to close your eyes for a moment and doze a little. You haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages, you don't even know what a healthy portion of sleep feels like anymore, because you haven't had that luxury in the last two years.

As the car comes to a stop in front of the FBI building, you pay the driver and get out with your small bag. The building seems much bigger than you remember. You used to spend every day here, it had once been your home. But now you're not even sure you have a home anymore.

You take a deep breath and enter through the large doors, but are directly approached by a security guard.

"Miss? Are you visiting?", he asks suspiciously, extending his arm to keep you at a distance - something that wouldn't do him much good if you were actually trying to get past him.He eyes you up and down, which you can't blame him for. In your ripped jeans, dirty sneakers, and loose sweater, you don't look like someone who belongs here. By now, you don't either.

You look at him. "I'm here to see Unit Chief Prentiss", you reply coolly. You know he's just doing his job, but you're too impatient to let all this wash over you. You know Emily is already in the office. You know her too well not to. Why doesn't he just go get her? You just want to see your friend.

"Chief Prentiss?" He raises an eyebrow. "And what is your request?"

Your gaze is rock hard and your tone cold as ice. "Tell her Y/N Y/L/N is here to see her."

You wait outside the building, letting the morning sun warm your skin and the cigarette burn between your fingers before you put it to your lips and take a drag. Afterwards, you stub it out on a trash can. As you exhale the last bit of smoke, you turn around. And there she is.

Emily is standing at the door, and when you see her, you drop your bag and wrap her in your arms so tightly that you can't breathe. You cling to her, afraid that maybe this whole thing isn't as real as it feels, but you imperceptibly pinch your arm. And she is still with you.

"I thought - they said", she stammers, and it's the first time in your friendship that she's speechless. You hug her even tighter.

"I know", you answer softly, blinking away the tears that have formed in your eyes. The moment is too beautiful to cry. As you break away from each other, Emily wipes her own tears from her cheeks, but some have already landed on her blouse. There are dark stains now.

"I don't even know what to say", she says, smiling at you as you enter the building together. The guard gives you a look, but doesn't ask any questions as you walk past him toward the elevator. Inside, she pushes a button that takes you to the BAU floor. "I can hardly believe you're really here."

Neither can you.

The office is completely silent because no one is here yet except for you. Although nothing has changed, everything has changed because you are now someone else. It's been a long time since you've been here. Two years, but everything in this room is all too familiar to you. The coffee machine, the law books, the files. It feels like you've never been away. It's déjà vu all over again.

While Emily gets you both coffee, you sit down at the round table and wait for her. Your friend sets the cups down on the table before sitting down next to you. She smiles faintly. "How are you?"

You pucker your mouth. How are you? You haven't been asked that question in ages, and to be honest, you don't know how to answer it either. How could you possibly be?

When you don't answer Emily, she phrases her question differently. "What are you feeling right now?"

Your lips become a thin line. "I don't know. It feels like all of this," you point to the room, "isn't a part of me anymore. Nothing has changed, but it still feels foreign."

Emily nods. "You've been through a lot, I guess." She takes a sip of her coffee. "You're right, Y/N. Nothing has really changed here. But you're a different one now, aren't you?"

You open your mouth to answer her, but you don't know what either. Part of you feels at home here, but a bigger part of you knows your place is somewhere else. You just don't know where exactly.

"Do you want to see the others?", Emily asks. "I'm asking you because it's been a long time since you've seen them. And they think you're...you know. Are you ready for that?"

Are you ready for that? You haven't seen either of them in a long time, and it would probably be better not to see them for now, but to let Emily sort it out first. But the team is your family - the closest thing you have to a family. And you've missed them all terribly.

You nod and take a sip of your coffee as JJ and Rossi enter the room. When they see you, they glance uncertainly at Emily, as if they're not sure if it's just imagination, but she nods at them. And that's when all the dams break for JJ.

She pulls you from your chair and hugs you like the salvation of the world depends on it, and David has to pry her cramped arms from you so he can put his around you as well. They affirm to you how much they missed you and ask how you are, wanting to know what happened, but Tara and Penelope join them and that's when it gets too loud for you.

Penelope cries with joy and Tara also can't believe that you are standing in front of her. They besiege you and ask you questions to which you have no answers, so you just smile weakly at them. They definitely don't mean any harm, after all, you've just risen from the dead for them, but you've spent the last while in silence and are no longer used to this volume. So you turn away from them. They look anxiously after you as you sort of flee from them. You hope that this will make the headache go away.

Without paying much attention to where you're going, you find yourself facing the wall where the pictures of the deceased agents hang. And yours is hanging there, too. You don't know how long you've been standing in front of it - minutes? hours? -until a familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn around and there stands Spencer. His hair is a little shorter and he looks like he's seen a ghost. Well, he sort of has.

You want to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him, and never let him go. Seeing him knocks the air out of your lungs, which is why you can barely breathe. The two years without him had been hell on earth, but you got through them. For him.

For Spencer, who doesn't take his eyes off you as the blonde woman next to him, whose fingers are intertwined with his, looks at him and asks, "Honey, who's that?"

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headcanons of the four lords celebrating pride for the first time with their s/o

notes: you told them that it's pride month and asked if they would like to celebrate with you. none of them have ever celebrated pride before. I made the lords and s/o queer because I can

type: sfw, gender and sexuality of the s/o are not specified

tw/cw: slight mention of alcohol, blood, lgbtphobes

requests: open

Alcina Dimitrescu

her daughters have mentioned pride month before, but she's not sure what it entails exactly

you gladly explain it to her in detail!

she loves the idea since she is fruity herself loves celebrating for such a wonderful reason

you being part of it makes it so much better

and a whole month?? she's in

she would love to go to pride events with you, but she's afraid other mortals will be scared of her due to her height so you decide to just have your own celebrations in the castle

you love watching movies together so you show her all of your favorite queer movies and shows

you bought a pride flag to hang up below the balcony in the entrance hall

she loves the smile on your face when you proudly look up at it

"maybe we should extend pride to be all year if it makes you this happy, my love."

she already regularly gives you presents, but during the entirety of pride month she additionally leaves little gifts for you in your shared bedroom, the kitchen and all of your favorite places in the castle

and that daily

if there is any queer owned shop you like she will literally buy their entire stock

if there are any charities you mention she will gladly donate in your name and give you the certificate as a surprise

she realizes that something about June just makes her want you even more in general, in the private chambers, whichever is up to you wink wink

as a surprise she decides to make a special wine without blood of course named after you and your sexuality/gender if you use labels, but in fancy Latin words

she loves to drink, but of course watches over you so you don't have too much

mortals don't process it as well as she does...

if you come across any lgbtphobes and are noticeably saddened she will be there to distract you right away

everyone who dares to make her love sad will feel her wrath! be ignored since they're not worth her time

but if she finds out that anyone in the village doesn't support you or anyone who is part of the lgbt community, they will be forced asked to vacate their home

she will pamper you and shower you with her love even more

you once jokingly say "be gay do crime and turn maidens into wine" and she makes it her new motto but she's serious about it

Donna Beneviento

she knows a couple things about pride since she reads a lot, but you're so excited to tell her about it she simply lets you talk

you'd love to go to pride events with her but she's too shy and tends to have anxiety attacks when around too many strangers so she sends Angie instead

afterwards she will gladly listen to both of you tell her all about it!

she has her own collection of books that have queer characters in them which she never told anyone about before you and will read all of them with you if you like

there will be regular dates picnics while Angie takes care of the house

she's a cottage core sapphic and pride month brings out that side of her more

she has made dolls for you before, but this time she makes one that looks just like you

it has a pride flag embroidered on the top above the heart

of course you love it!

you're so glad that she accepts every part of you

she will make one of herself with a similar outfit and a small pride flag as well so she can set them up in couple settings

ever since she found out about online shopping it has opened up a whole new world for her so she will definitely get both of you matching outfits or jewelry from an lgbt owned shop

you love doing arts and crafts together so you suggest making bracelets for each other, either color coded or with letters

Donna's house has a flagpole she hasn't used in decades, but for you she'd gladly call for maintenance if it turns out it's unusable after all these years to hang a pride flag

anything to make you happy!

if there are any lgbtphobes bothering you or your friends, she will be right there to comfort you and won't hesitate to send Angie and her other dolls she can control to deal with them

even if you tell her that it's fine and she should just ignore them she's great at distracting you so you wouldn't notice until it's done oops-

since she has no portable device that can access music streaming platforms, but knows the password to your phone she decides to steal it for a bit and makes you the softest playlist that you since then often play for comfort

Salvatore Moreau

he has spent decades almost completely separated from humans so he has no idea what pride month means, but instantly agrees to it because he loves you so much

he will agree to anything that makes you happy

you both sit down and he looks at you with puppy eyes while you tell him all about pride

he loves the idea of celebrating a group of people you both are a part of

he thinks you deserve your own month to be cherished and celebrated!

he may be a little awkward with expressing his feelings, but he sure knows how to prepare a romantic dinner

with mother miranda needing all of the lords a lot to assist her, he usually barely has time to prep food, but for pride month he does his best to cook for you every single day

part of his usual outfit is a cape to cover his back and a type of crown made out of bones and rope

he's not the best with his hands, but he makes a crown for you that resembles his anyway because you're his queen/king/majesty

you love it so much!

you want to give him something in return so you go to the village and visit the shop you know is lgbt owned and get him a custom necklace with a fish pendant that has your initials engraved

he literally bursts out in tears because he is so touched :c

when you started dating he initially was scared of what you would think about his giant fish form, but you turned out to be really impressed and love it and since you'd be tiny compared to him he suggests taking you on an adventure of sorts

meaning you sit on his back while he swims around the lake which is like a roller coaster ride but more wet

he leads you to a hut you never visited before and he shows you treasures he has collected when he was still mortal

he starts making a list of things you could do and stays up all night to complete it but ends up with so many activities and ideas to celebrate pride you'll have to extend pride month... by possibly years....

if he hears about anyone being mean to you he'll just encase them into the blobs of gooey mass he can make but you don't need to know about that, pride month or not

he has always wanted to propose to you so he might be able to work up the courage to hint at it by the end of June

Karl Heisenberg

of course he knows about pride month!

he knows more than you might think

he isn't considered the rebel child for no reason

in the past he has done some celebration for himself, but it was never anything too special

he thinks it's no fun alone and his experiments servants aren't much fun

sure he could program them, but unless it's to attack something they're not really... party animals

since he has you now he'll gladly give it another go!

he'd love to go to pride events with you, especially if you go to drag shows

he didn't know about them before you made him go to one

something about them fascinates him so much, he's more excited than you

he's not really into cooking, but nothing will stop him from making you a nice breakfast in bed

you always love watching him work on his machines because he likes to take off his shirt when he's hot seeing him do what he loves makes you happy

so he decides to gift you some robots to assist you with your everyday endeavors

it's not really necessary but of course you appreciate the gesture

it means more time to spend with him after all

he once sees you with a keychain that has a pride flag on it so he paints it on one of his machines that he uses more often

mostly he will end the day by having a drink and dancing with you

it's a celebration, so celebrate he will

if you're more in the mood for chilling on the couch he won't say no to watching some queer shows or movies

after working on his machines he has a way of just melting into your arms

if he sees you smile at certain scenes in movies he might attempt to do the same with you

of course you notice, but you definitely can't complain especially if you smile on purpose at the spicier scenes

anyone who will come between you and happily celebrating pride will be visited by Sturm banned from his factory and getting anywhere near you

he likes to name his subjects so he will start naming them after all of your favorite queer historical figures, activists and famous people in general

any smile he can get out of you is a win

a win for the gays you might say

when he was younger he may have had a phase of spraying graffiti around the village so you're not surprised when he goes around his factory and writes "be gay do crime" on several of his machines and doors

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cheesyficwriter · 3 years

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You are amazing! Your smut is amazing! Can you please write prompt “I’m so proud of you.” with a very emotional sex scene afterwards? Bonus points if it‘s a canon setting with Hermione praising Ron for something he has done 😍 Thank you so much😘

Hi there, anon! Thanks for the compliment 😊 I hope this Ron POV drabble gives you all the feels! It's a little steamy, but hopefully mostly sweet 💜

My Gryffindor

“It’s okay, Hermione, just a dislocated shoulder. Nothing a little Skelegro couldn’t fix!”

“That’s a pretty cavalier thing to say about your life, Ron!”

Ron couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face. There was something about the way Hermione fussed over him that warmed his heart. He often loved riling her up, although he knew it didn’t always bode well for him in the end.

He leaned even further into his girlfriend’s side, impressed by how she was, quite literally, carrying all of their weight as they took careful steps towards the sofa. Ron eased himself down onto the cushions, wincing in pain as his tender shoulder collided with the armrest.

“Ron! You’re supposed to be taking it easy — not just throwing your body around like you’re on your broom!”

“Relax, woman, it was an accident,” Ron mumbled, making a very conscious attempt to roll his eyes in a subtle way so that she didn’t notice. One look at the expression on her face told him that she didn’t care for his comment about her relaxing — best not to pet the cat that was already hissing.

Hermione stomped out of the room, returning only a few moments later cradling an assortment of vials in her hands. She placed them in an organized fashion on the table next to the sofa before retrieving her wand. With a swish and flick she levitated a piece of parchment over and scanned the contents of the letter.

“You’ll be on a very strict potion regimen for a week, and the healers said that you’d need to keep your shoulder as still as possible. Which means no disapparating, no flooing, and absolutely no flying!”

Ron sighed as he watched Hermione scurry about the room for a few more minutes, busying herself with mundane tasks, before he finally called out to her.

“Hermione, love? Come sit down, please.”

His tone wasn’t demanding, but it also wasn’t as warm as it could’ve been. However, it was enough for Hermione to pause her to-do list and make the hesitant walk over to him. She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa, giving him a wary glance.

Ron was frustrated by the amount of distance she put between them, and wriggled himself close enough to her so that he could take her hand. “What’s really going on here?”

Hermione’s eyes welled up with tears, and Ron was now on high alert. Although he figured she was frustrated with him over his close escape from death, he didn’t want to see her cry over it.

He never wanted to see her cry.

“I-I missed you so much, and when I got the Patronus—” Hermione hiccuped, burying her face into her hands as her body shook with quiet sobs.

His gut twisted in all sorts of directions, almost making him ill. He understood exactly how she was feeling. If he ever got a Patronus that her life had been put in danger like that….he swallowed hard. It was best not to think about it, for he was sure he would go mad.

“C’mere.”

Ron opened his one free arm, and she tucked her warm body into his in an instant. He kissed the top of her head, keeping his nose buried in her curls. She smelled like Hermione and he felt as if he could finally breathe after an intense day. “S’alright, love. I’m here now.”

Ron rubbed her shoulder, tracing a pattern of freckles that resembled a heart along her skin. They sat in deep stillness for several minutes, finding peace in each other’s arms.

“I shouldn’t have gone into the field without back-up. I was stupid.”

Hermione lifted her head, placing a hand on his cheek forcing him to look her straight in the eye. “Don’t do that — don’t say that about yourself. I may be so incredibly furious right now, but the emotion I’m feeling the most at the moment is pride. I am so proud of you, Ron Weasley.”

Ron’s own eyes glistened with tears, and he blinked to dispel them. He would never tire of hearing Hermione say that she was proud of him.

“You showed immense courage and bravery out there. And despite the huge chunk of my heart that leaves with you every time you step through that fireplace over there, I will never stop being proud of you." Hermione placed a hand over his heart, never breaking their gaze.

"A true Gryffindor. My Gryffindor.”

He was the luckiest sod on the planet.

Ron tangled his fingers into her curls, and brought their heads closer. “I love you so much.”

Hermione nuzzled her nose against his. “I love you more than you love chocolate frogs and Quidditch combined!"

Ron raised his eyebrows, a slow grin spreading across his lips. “Really? That much, huh?”

Hermione only nodded, and her eyes fell to his lips as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her own.

All of the blood pumped straight to his core, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.

Hermione must've seen the desire in his eyes, and she started shaking her head. “Ron, we can’t. The healers said—”

Ron pushed Hermione's long curls behind her shoulders, giving him free access to her neck. His lips pressed soft kisses along her skin, making Hermione roll her head back in pleasure. He knew she was caving already.

“Fuck what the healers said. I’ll deal with any pain coming my way, but what I can’t deal with is not having you in my arms for a second longer.”

Ron's words must have lit a fire underneath her, and before Ron could even process what was happening, she swung one leg over his body to straddle his hips.

Ron groaned at the pressure against his very evident arousal in his trousers, his possessive hands flying back to cup her bum.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" Hermione whispered as she nibbled on his ear.

Hermione tightened her arms around his neck, and the friction between them was maddening. As his hands traveled north and south along the curves of her body, he knew he never wanted to relinquish the sensation of being consumed by her.

Without answering, Ron sealed her mouth with a kiss, hoping that he could show her instead.

He loved her, and she loved him, and all he wanted to do was to show her — in every single way.

Clothes shed, and breaths intertwined, they were soon joined together. As Hermione moved on top of him, he was filled with an emotion he could only describe as bliss.

The love he felt for the amazing witch in his arms was all-encompassing. He knew, without any doubt or a single thought of hesitation, that the ring he had hidden in his wardrobe was meant for her.

As they let go together, and Ron spotted the passion behind her eyes, he was content, for now, knowing that he was home from his mission.

He was home because that's where Hermione was. His Gryffindor.

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