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annabelle--cane · 3 months

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so I don’t have the knowledge of details that you have (complimentary) but is there anything in the computer code Colin looking into being written in German and Jonah Magnus’ buddy living in the Black Forest and finding that crypt that one time? Or is that Too far a reach?

vibrating at the speed of sound. so there are a couple of floating details around from the podcasts, the arg, and some promotional materials that may point back to germany having particular relevance. some of this is absolutely me going full pepe silvia, but there are enough threads here that I feel like it has to amount to Something.

so. germany.

archives 'verse:

-> point 1: johann von württemberg. while staying with his nephew in the schwartzwald in 1816, albrecht von closen finds an old mausoleum with the inscription "johann von württemberg" over the door, and it is guarded by a man with no eyes who nonetheless seems to be able to see. in a deep chamber well beneath the ground is johann's coffin, and the room is completely lined with books so old that they'd all rotted through and fused together, the marble shelves they're placed on having little carvings of open eyes all along them. the only two objects in a good state are an illuminated manuscript in arabic that had been kept apart from the rest of the books, and a gold coin with an engraving of a young man with flowing hair, the initials "JW," the year 1279, and the words "für die stille" (google translate tells me that’s “for the silence”). albrecht asks around for any information about johann because the name is unfamiliar despite his quite good knowledge about local history and nobles, and someone says they remember him being called "ulrich's bastard," likely referring to ulrich the i or ii, two counts of württemberg from the 1200s. with that information, in the present day jon is able to find some historical records that point to ulrich i having a son out of wedlock in 1255 who was rumored to keep the company of witches.

-> point 2: the von closens. it seems that a servant nicked the coin albrecht found before he could go home with it, and that was probably for the best for albrecht, because that servant Died Badly from what was ruled to be an animal attack. albrecht did take the book with him, however, and presumably went on to show it to jonah magnus. he then must have gone back for the rest of the rotten books at some point, though, because when doctor jonathan fanshawe visits his estate in 1831, albrecht has a full library of recently re-bound books that he tells fanshawe he got from the tomb, and owning them has done terrible beholding-esque things to him. fanshawe, in his capacity as a doctor, says they should return the books for albrecht's health, and they do so, but just as the last book is returned, albrecht dies, and fanshawe realizes that all the books were blank and finds out that jonah arranged to have them all swapped out by the book binder. when fanshawe performs an autopsy on albrecht's body, all of his insides are covered in eyes.

in his statement from 1816, albrecht says he and his wife carla have been unable to conceive, though in 1831 fanshawe mentions that all of albrecht's sons were away at school when he came to visit. not something that's impossible, they could have managed to have children shortly after 1816, but it does make me raise an eyebrow. magically blessed fertility? dimension shenanigans? fanshawe does mention a tree being burned on the von closen estate that feels remarkably similar to the tree on hilltop road.

anyway, wilhelm, albrecht's nephew, has some children, and the family stays in germany for about another century, but one branch eventually moves to england, and their descendants include mary and gerard keay. according to gerry, mary was big into mythologizing about the von closens and really tried to get him to continue her idea of a legacy for the family, but he thought most of what she said was made up.

protocol 'verse:

-> point 3: colin's comment about source code being written in german. nothing much to explain here, just that it's Weird that source code for some Weird bespoke program for the british civil service is written in german, right? Bit Odd.

-> point 4: the usenet forum. okay so I'm an avatar of the idiot and only read up about the arg after it was already over and don't know anything about code and whatnot, but as best as I can understand: on the OIAR's official website, if you try to submit a form, you get an error message, and if you look into the source code for the error then you find Some piece of code with an IP address shaped hole in it, and there's an IP address hidden in an OIAR advertising video, so you put that IP address into the code, do something else (???), and then find yourself at an old defunct usenet forum from the 90s/00s for people who left east germany.

(it is from here that I got too verbose for my own good, so the rest is under a cut)

notable things about the forum: most of it is pretty normal, and, naturally, it was pretty much all in german, massive shoutout to everyone who helped to translate all 21k words of it. there are threads about finding work in various countries, weird cultural idiosyncrasies, resources, reminiscing about berlin, yknow, normal stuff. the mod “SandmannS” (translates to exactly what it looks like) ran the forum with a bit of an iron fist, which I guess makes sense, it’s the kind of forum that attracted people who wanted to say some heinous stuff and he was really serious about not letting anyone solicit personal information, but he was also kind of overzealous about keeping threads on topic and locking any discussions that he thought were “pointless.” he was eventually strongarmed into opening a thread for cat pictures, and that’s as good an opening as any to talk about some of the Weird things about the forum.

one of the cat photos was posted in february 1994 and shows a cat standing in front of the thames, with what looks like the completed o2 arena in full view (great choice of a red flag landmark to include @ whoever chose it. nice big landmark that was called “the millennium dome” when it first opened, a handy reminder that it was made to celebrate the turn of the millennium and construction wouldn't even have started in 1994). several comments across the threads are dated as earlier than the comments they’re replying to, one person references the content of the phantom menace a few months before its release, and several comments were somehow made after the mod locked the forum in dec 2001/jan 2002.

and okay. the forum locking. I’m going to condense this to all hell because this is already [redacted] words long but basically, “einsamernarr” (translation: lonely fool) was an active user of the forum with a big conspiratorial streak, real paranoid about “the government” spying on him, always getting warnings and just dodging getting banned just before going too far, yknow, a Type of Guy. in december 2001, he mentions in a book rec thread that he was trolling through some databases and found a bunch of old records and he can’t tell if they’re fictional or not, but he’d like to share them if he can. about five days later, he starts posting in several threads that he did something really dumb, people are after him, the meetup they were planning is not safe and this forum is being watched, people should look for him if he doesn’t come back within a week, and he’ll try to leave some info behind for them just in case. a few days later, a couple of people post worried messages asking if anyone’s heard from einsamernarr and that they’ve been getting weird cryptic emails about an “institute” from him, and sandmanns says that he did everything he could, but he can’t keep doing this, and he closes the forum.

marina “avatar of the idiot” annabelle--cane showing my face here again, I don’t know how this next part happened, but it’s possible to retrieve the email einsamernarr sent, open it with a password found in colin’s code repository (that’s a whole ‘nother thing), and find inside: 1. some pictures of bonzobucks, 2. a weird pdf of an old german book on alchemy with a lot of symbols and codes in it, and 3. a spreadsheet of the names, ages, and test results of the hundreds of children the protocol 'verse magnus institute was performing psych studies on. which finally brings us to our next, much shorter section.

-> point 5: “gerard kaey” (sic). gerry’s name is on that spreadsheet, which I think is relevant to this conversation given mary’s obsession with the von closen legacy. archives ‘verse mary keay resented the magnus institute for what she felt it stood for comparison to what she felt she stood for; she saw jonah magnus as a thief who stole away her family’s honor, so what might be different about the protocol ‘verse situation? why would mary keay in this universe send her only heir to go get scrutinized by a bunch of self-important academics?

-> point 6: the berlin dead drop. more arg stuff, we’re getting into things that I’m sure probably have more to be said about them than I’m capable of saying, but from some clues in a picture of cookbooks that einsamermarr posted in the cat pictures thread of the usenet forum to annoy the mod, and a voicemail on the OIAR’s telephone line, people found out the date and location of the first irl arg event, and it was for somewhere in berlin. a newspaper covered in alchemical symbols was found in a bookshop, and from that people somehow derived coordinates, and those coordinates lead to the last irl event where a battered old video tape with a video of a creepy ritual was found (note: the tape was too badly damaged, so another copy of the video came from an arg affiliated tumblr account).

-> point 7: klaus.xls. from a floppy disk found in the second irl arg event, klaus.xls is a spreadsheet originally written in german with about 100 dates and times of potentially paranormal sightings. a lot of it is corrupted and unreadable, but there are columns for category, rank, “TSHU,” and notes. translated into english, notes sections that aren’t corrupted say things like “mr. b,” “war people,” “avoid, “unhappy child,” “ink,” “lady m,” “cats lol,” and “I hate witches.”

-> point 8: albertus magnus and the philosopher’s stone. right, this is where I go a bit off the rails, and credit to this post by @misfitmagpie for discovering some of this. first, nearly every official visual we’ve had for tmagp has been covered in alchemy symbols. they’re all over the logo, they’re all over the in-universe OIAR and magnus institute websites, they highlighted hints in the arg, they’re everywhere, and the end goal of alchemy was the pursuit of the mythical philosopher’s stone, a substance that could turn base metals into gold and produce an elixir for eternal life. the tmagp logo/the coat of arms for the OIAR is centered around an upside down alchemical symbol for the philosopher’s stone, a circle in a square in a triangle in a larger circle.

albertus magnus (aka saint albert the great) was a bavarian philosopher and scientist who did some writing on alchemy and has been widely rumored to secretly have been a master alchemist, mainly as a result of a lot of people attaching his name to writings about alchemy that he never touched. some have credited him as discovering the actual philosopher’s stone, and while he never made that claim in any way that survives, he did record that he’d witnessed seeing base metals be turned into gold. something of which to take note is that he didn’t go by the name “magnus” during his life, that was appended to him posthumously, it’s just another way of calling him “the great” with a fancy latin word, but it does kind of remind me of that edmond “reimer” halley -> maxwell rayner thing from mag 140. if you discovered the elixir of life and became immortal, you would probably need to nab a new identity at some point, and if people have already been nicknaming you “albert the great,” well…

anyway, the thing that’s really cemented his potential relevance in my mind is his birth and death dates: c. 1200-1280, lining up perfectly with the time period of johann von württemberg (thought we’d moved on from him, didn’t you?). I know magnus timelines are notoriously a bit unruly, especially the further back into the past we get, but it’s scratching at my brain. besides that, I think it would be a really cool move if the magnus this podcast is named for was a completely different person than the magnus the last podcast was named for.

if albertus magnus isn’t directly relevant then I’ve got another theory about the title that I’ll be posting in a hot minute, but it’s not germany related and this ask is already long enough.

just, to sum up, a lot of protocol content so far has been germany-adjacent, and even if nothing more comes of it I think there are a lot of interesting threads here to speculate about.

#tmagp #answered #anons #tmagp spoilers

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pandorasprongs · 11 months

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JAMIE TARTT | call it what you want.

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

SUMMARY: reader's family comes to visit london and she ends up having to hide her relationship with jamie till the final game of the season.

WARNINGS: language, innuendos

A/N: this is technically a sequel to my comfort crowd story that was my first one about jamie, but it can be read as a standalone too! would recommend reading it first since it gives a little backstory to the garden and reader's past relationship. also, you'll probably be able to tell that i rewatched match scene in the finale for a certain scene AHAHAHA i really wanted to show jamie's more affectionate side, so there's def a few cheesy scenes in here! the title is taken from 'call it what you want' by taylor swift

It's midnight when you hear a knock on your door. Any reasonable person would've ignored it and/or hid in case it was some axe murderer. Of course, you knew it wasn't a murderer, just your boyfriend.

"I thought I said you couldn't stay over tonight?" You say when you open the door to reveal Jamie, whose expression quickly turns into a pouty face.

"I know, but I missed you," You playfully roll your eyes, yet are unable to stop your smile. Christ, he could be annoying, but he could also be pretty sweet. Those two balanced each other out.

"Fine, come in, but you can’t sleep here," You take his hand and bring him inside your flat. He plants a kiss on your temple and the two of you settle down on the couch, which for you was a deserved reward.

The reason why you were up so late despite having to work in the morning was that you had been trying to make your place spotless before your brother and his family came to visit the next day. They had already been in England for a few days but were only coming to London now to visit you and to attend the final Richmond match of the season.

"How's the cleaning going?" Jamie asks, as he wraps one arm around you and reaches for the remote in the other one.

"Took five hours, but at least it’s done." You sigh as you settle closer to Jamie. Even if you had warned him not to come over tonight, you still appreciated his presence.

When you started dating, you never expected the football player to be so clingy, but not even a day after your first date, he was already hanging around you every chance he got.

You couldn’t even hide it from the team because the moment Sam caught the two of you arriving at the clubhouse together, that was it for you guys. They were happy for the two of you, though sometimes too happy, especially whenever you had to call Jamie for a physical and they automatically assumed it was code for something.

"How was practice?"

"Good. The team's having a hard time mastering the start though. The timing's always off," He explains about the surprise goodbye performance they were doing for Ted and Beard.

They had been planning it from the moment they heard the news the two of them were leaving for Kansas at the end of the season. Well, right after they all finished processing — through crying, screaming, protesting, and the like — the news.

"You guys will do fine," you take the remote from his hand and start looking for a certain movie. "Plus, even if you fuck it up, I’m sure they’ll love it regardless." That gets Jamie to chuckle and you feel the vibrations from his chest.

"How about this? Let's watch the Sound of Music, so you can try and copy one of the von Trapp siblings!" You suggest as you press play on the movie. Jamie doesn't protest and simply wraps his other arm around you too.

You look up at your boyfriend and suddenly feel a pang of guilt. "I'm really sorry,"

You don't need to explain further because Jamie instantly understands. He kisses you on your forehead, "Stop saying that. I know you don't want your family to know you're dating such a talented football player because you're afraid one of them will try and steal me from you."

You remove yourself from Jamie before playfully pushing his head. "Yeah, that's exactly right." The both of you laugh as Jamie pulls you in again.

You had already explained why you were hiding it from them back when you found out they were visiting. You had already been dating Jamie for a couple of months, but not a single person back home knew.

Most of your family knew about the disastrous way your last relationship ended and you were sure they'd be extra protective about the next guy. As much as you loved being with Jamie and knew he wasn’t that guy anymore, you knew that your football-obsessed family was aware of who he used to be. Stories of the multiple scandals, hook-ups, and rumors of unsportsmanlike conduct throughout the years were the exact reason you were so afraid to tell them. Those were in the past and you knew that, but you weren’t so sure how to convince your family of that, too.

Jamie, true to form as the prick he is, completely understood and never tried to pressure you to tell them. He was even the one to tell the whole team that your brother was coming to visit and they had to, in his words, shut the fuck up about your relationship.

This was probably the last night for a few days you two could comfortably spend together, so you didn't really want to force him away. The two of you just sat there watching a Julie Andrews classic where you'd occasionally hear Jamie sing along to the musical numbers.

It was around 2 am when the movie finished and now, he definitely had to go home. Even then, you had a hard time separating yourself from Jamie, but your rational brain was telling you it would be bad for a secret relationship if your family caught him in the apartment.

"See you tomorrow, yeah?" Jamie says as he opens the front door.

Instead of responding, you plant a kiss on his lips, catching him by surprise. He's quick to wrap his arms around your waist as he reciprocates it. You separate and finally, answer him. "Yup, see you tomorrow." Jamie gives you one last hug and a kiss on the cheek before he leaves your apartment.

You look around your place for a second, seeing if there's anything you need to fix up before tomorrow. Once you assess that it's as clean as it can be, you go to your room and catch some much-needed sleep.

——

When you hear a knock at your door, you drag yourself out of your bed and to the living room. Before you can even twist the doorknob, you hear a voice on the other side, "You should be awake by now!"

"I am!" you respond, as you open the door. You're greeted by the sight of your older brother Frank, your sister-in-law Denise, and their son Gregory.

"Hello, family," you say drowsily, as the three of them envelope you with a hug. Once they let go, you lead them inside your apartment. "How's your vacation so far?"

"Oh, amazing. I get why you moved to Europe," Denise answers, as she looks around your flat. "They have you set up pretty nice here, huh?" She plops down on your couch and pulls Gregory down next to her.

"Yup," you head to the kitchen to make the three of them some drinks. "So, what do you two plan to do while Gregory comes to work with me?" They had already told you ages ago that Gregory wanted to visit the clubhouse badly, but you knew it was also free babysitting.

"Sightseeing mostly," your brother replies, grabbing his cup of tea from you. When you take a seat next to Denise and your nephew, the former leans into you and whispers, "And get into places where 18 and unders can't."

You chuckle and she plants a kiss on her son's head. As they enjoy their drinks, the three of you start catching up. You steer clear of any questions about relationships and instead focus on you being a physical therapist for a football team.

"Do their feet smell?" Gregory asks and you nod your head.

"Extremely, so always remember to wash your feet, okay?" You reply and the 8-year-old gives you a thumbs up and drinks his hot chocolate.

The topic then shifts to the upcoming final game between Richmond and West Ham. You managed to get the 3 of them tickets, — thank you, Higgins, — which they said was the perfect way to end their trip.

"I'll get you some shirts today, too. Gregory's gonna help me pick them out, yeah?" You turn to your nephew who is more than excited to do so.

"Nice," your brother reacts. "I'd appreciate an Obisanya one."

"Yup, and I want a Colin Hughes one if they're available. And of course, this one here," Denise pulls Gregory into a hug, "wants the captain's jersey."

"Will do," you make a mental note, before excusing yourself to get ready for work.

You’re freshening up in your bathroom when you hear your nephew call out to you. "Mom's asking if you have an extra blanket!"

"Check my room!" You hear him go to the room across and as he passes you again, he shouts a quick 'Thank you!'

Once you’re done getting changed, you head back to the living room. All three of them were ready to head out, so you lock up and hail a taxi to the AFC Richmond clubhouse. On the drive there, the seatbelt was practically the only thing stopping Gregory from bouncing up and down in the car.

When you get there, you find some members of the team along with the Director of Football Operations standing front and center near the entrance of the building. You thank the driver and grab Gregory by the hand. You say goodbye to his parents, and since they’re so excited to have some alone time, they don't even bother looking up at the scene in front of them.

"What's all this?" You say as you approach the entrance. Gregory, despite his excitement, was now walking more cautiously, lagging behind you. When they hear your voice, the team finally settles down.

"Well, a little birdie told me that you'd be bringing someone special to work today and so we decided to assemble the Richmond Welcome Committee for him." You stare at all of them in disbelief and your smile grows wider. You find Jamie in the group, whose smug expression tells you exactly who it was.

"Hello there, Gregory," Higgins turns to your nephew and sticks his hand out, who is still hiding behind you. You move to the side and crouch down next to him, so he feels more at ease.

"Hi," your nephew finally speaks up and shakes his hand.

Higgins then bends down to the eye level of your nephew. "Welcome to AFC Richmond! We prepared a little gift for you if that's okay."

Gregory nods his head. Higgins and the rest of the team start doing a drumroll and move out of the way to reveal Isaac, with a personalized jersey. You exhale in disbelief and turn to your nephew.

"What do you say, Greg?" Said nephew was too awestruck by his favorite player to even move.

After a few seconds, he finally ran up to Isaac and hugged his favorite player. The team captain was now the one in shock, but slowly reciprocated it. Gregory then lets go and accepts the jersey from him. The rest of the team moves to crowd the boy and start talking with him. Almost immediately, your nephew transforms from his former terrified state to the life of the party.

You moved to the side to give them space and thank Higgins, who just shook his head. "It's no problem," he started. "Henry doesn't come here that often anymore, so it was nice to do this for another kid." You smile, before noticing Jamie going toward you.

"And here's the little birdie now," Higgins jokes before excusing himself. You see the team busy entertaining Gregory, so you take the chance to plant a kiss on Jamie's cheek.

"If only the tabloids knew how sweet the striker of AFC Richmond could be." You whisper afterward.

"I know, I'm a great not-boyfriend." He continues to show his smug smirk and before you can reply, you notice that your nephew is starting to look for you.

You put enough distance between you and Jamie to seem platonic, "Greg?" You catch his attention and see him already wearing his jersey over his shirt.

"Can we go inside now?" He asks and you nod your head.

You turn back to the "welcome committee," and thank them. "This was so great." They wave goodbye to the both of you — with Isaac giving Gregory a high-five — as they head to the field for training.

Once you're alone again, Gregory turns to you. "That was so much fun!" You laugh at the boy's reaction as you settle down in your office.

For about 2 hours, you had to deal with the boy asking you about every detail of the papers in front of you. Vitals, size charts, diagrams, he was curious about all of it. A part of you hoped that he'd want to talk about something, anything else, but you soon regret wishing that.

"Auntie (Y/N), is Jamie Tartt your favorite player?" You try and hide your shock at the question. He's 8 years old and it's probably an innocent question.

"Yes, he is." You answer honestly and turn your chair to the treatment table where Gregory was lying down. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I saw you talking to him earlier." He observes, sitting up and looking like he's about to launch into a whole monologue. "And I saw a lot of his jerseys in your room too, so I thought you must be a fan. But you work here, so are you guys close?"

Maybe you should have closed the closet door before sending him in there. You try and keep your calm. "Kind of. I mean I'm close to all of the players, in a way."

If Gregory thinks anything is off, he doesn't show it. Instead, he nods his head and goes back to his comic book as you continue to work on some reports for the players.

Once you finish, you bring Gregory to watch the morning training. His parents were going to pick him up during lunch, so you only had to keep up the charade for just a little longer. The team was doing a few drills when you got there and Ted spots the two of you approaching. He immediately runs over and greets, "Is this the little guy? Hi, I'm Ted."

What was it with dads and shaking little kid's hands? Gregory, already getting used to meeting such famous football personnel, took his hand and shook it as firmly as an 8-year-old could. Jamie was too busy with his drills to notice you there and you’ve never been more relieved about that.

After spending the next hour watching the game from the stands, it was time for lunch and you headed to the car park to find Frank and Denise. You smile at them and hand off Gregory who started telling his parents about his brand-new personalized kit.

You feel your phone vibrate and take it out to find a message from Jamie. secret boyfriend bought secret lunch for a secret date in your office ;)

You chuckle at the message and send him a quick reply before hearing Gregory mention your name. "Auntie's friends with all the players, especially Jamie Tartt. He's her favorite and they're close."

Oh, this child is going to ruin you. You try and stop yourself from overreacting, though you instead end up letting out an exaggerated laugh. "Yeah, I mentioned him being my favorite player, but he seemed to forget that I said I'm also close with all the players, not just Jamie."

Frank seemed to buy it, but you can tell that Denise was starting to pick up on things. She could always tell when you were lying, even before you left for London. After you had broken up with Matt, it took one call before she realized what happened. So it was only a matter of time till she figured it out, but you had hoped you could delay it till after their trip. You wave to the three of them as their taxi left the car park.

You headed back to your office to find Jamie already devouring his pasta. "Hey, I thought this was supposed to be a date?" His head snaps towards you with noodles still hanging out of his mouth.

"I didn't know how long you'd take and I need my carbs." You roll your eyes as you go to the seat across from him. Jamie puts his plate down and brings out yours.

The two of you start talking about the upcoming game this Sunday, to which you bring up your usual 'night before' ritual.

"I thought your family was gonna stay at your flat that night?" Jamie asks, but you just shrug.

"I'll find a way to escape. No way you're going to the garden without me. I'm your good luck charm, Mr. Tartt." You lean towards the football player and playfully narrow your eyes at him. He breaks into a smile and takes your hand into his.

"Yeah, you are." He says softly, and your smile starts to fade. Jamie would never say it out loud, certainly not in the clubhouse where his teammates could hear him, but his nerves always reached an all-time high before a big game. Even after the Man City match and the talk with his mum, you noticed he still felt uneasy in the days leading up to this one.

He was good at hiding it from most people, but over the months, you figured out the small tells that showed he wasn't feeling his best. That's one of the reasons Dr. Sharon suggested he find a safe space, one where he could collect himself before a game, especially like the game on Sunday.

"Hey," You get him to look back at you and squeeze his hand tighter. "You and the whole team are going to dominate. You've already guaranteed a spot in the Champions League, so you’re set for next season. Plus, your beautiful and frankly, awesome girlfriend is gonna be there in the dugout cheering you on."

Jamie pulls you in for a quick kiss as a thank you before you start to fix up the table. He then suggests a rather inappropriate after-lunch activity — "Ay! Call it a motivational activity," — and you have to physically push him out the door for his afternoon practice.

——

It's the night before the match and you were currently arguing with your brother about the sleeping situation.

"Frank, I'll be fine. There's three of you, it's a king-sized bed, and you know I love couches." This time, he gives in. You watch him disappear into your room and after five minutes, you start heading out.

You go down to find a parked car outside, with its owner leaning on the side of it scrolling through his phone. Since you had dinner with family and he got a drink with Roy, the two of you had planned to meet up later than usual.

"Told you I still knew how to sneak out." You say to him, and the moment his eyes land on you, his expression seems to relax. You approach him and ask, "How was hanging out with Roy?"

"Weird, but good," he answered as the two of you got into the car. "Told me he was proud of me."

"That's nice of him. After all those training sessions and him barging on both our doors early morning, you deserve it." You’re reminded of when Roy came to your flat at 4 am after he realized that Jamie wasn't at his own house, which ended with you scolding the coach about it.

You didn't want to make a big deal of it, but you knew how much Jamie appreciated hearing that from someone he looked up to since childhood. Especially with their history back when Jamie first joined the team.

He continued to tell you about what went down, even mentioning how he convinced Roy to go to Keeley that night and finally ask her out again. Though, he admitted he partly did that was so they could finish earlier and he could see you.

You get to the garden and despite visiting it almost every week, you’re still amazed at its beauty. You remember the first time he brought you there before you were even dating. You had been so touched that Jamie was willing to share this place with you that you ended up kissing him right then and there.

Ever since then, you ended up going with him before games, even if the two of you would just sit there in silence and simply take in the surroundings. That's exactly what was happening tonight, with you and Jamie sitting on a bench and just observing the garden.

After a while, you took the chance to look at Jamie without him noticing. He was always the most calm here and you could tell it from his side profile alone. His jaw was relaxed, his eyes were closed and he was breathing steadily.

You suddenly get the urge to admit something. "I'll tell Frank and Denise tomorrow." Jamie looks at you as you repeat, "I'm telling them about us tomorrow, after the game."

The football player breaks into a smile, and you can't help but mirror it. If the two of them could only get a glimpse of the Jamie you knew, who was thoughtful, enthusiastic, and truly kind-hearted, they wouldn't even care about all the dumb stories of the past.

After a little while longer, Jamie drives you home and you give him a quick goodbye kiss before heading back to your flat. You try to be as quiet as possible, turning the knob ever so slowly. You soon realized you didn't have to, as you hear someone clear their throat. You open the door to find Denise sitting on the couch in her pajamas and you freeze. "You went out?"

"Yes," you finally managed to croak out, as you closed the door behind you and leaned on it. "Wanted some fresh air."

"Fresh air? From the car I just saw you get out of?" Denise crosses her arms and you accept defeat. You say nothing as your sister-in-law asks, "Who's the guy?"

"Jamie Tartt," you admit, and her eyes almost pop out of her head.

"Oh shit, you are dating him. I really thought Gregory was just exaggerating things." You roll your eyes and join her on the couch.

You quickly plead, "Please don't tell Frank yet. I promise I’ll tell him after the match. You know, just in case he gets an urge to do bodily harm to my boyfriend."

"Come on, you know he wouldn't actually do that." You tilt your head. She adds, "He probably wouldn't. But fine, I'll keep it from him." You sigh in relief until she starts giving you a look. "So, Jamie Tartt, huh?"

You groan. "Oh God, can we not do this right now? What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing! I just didn't think you'd go for a guy like him. You know, more laidback with a slight douchy vibe."

"He is not a douche!" You're quick to defend Jamie, but now Denise narrows her eyes at you. "Not anymore. He was the one who planned that jersey thing for Greg. Would a douche do something like that?"

"Okay, okay, I believe you. He doesn’t seem like the prick from before." Denise holds her hands up in surrender. "But, I only know that because of how you're acting now." She nudges you on the shoulder and you tilt your head.

"Look, you just seem happier, lighter. Much better than when you were with Matt. I was never going to admit it, but you should’ve ended things after college. Nothing was too toxic about your relationship, but you always looked like you were holding something back."

It was true. It took a few months of not being with him anymore to realize just how many red flags he had. Yes, he was smart, polite, and always knew exactly what to say, but he was also the first to criticize you when you didn't live up to his “standard.” You had convinced yourself that he was only trying to make you better, but in reality, he was just an ass.

Being with Jamie is what convinced you of that. He got you out of your comfort zone to enjoy things, without ever making it feel like he was pressuring you. You did the same for him too, and instead of pushing back like Matt always did, Jamie would actually listen to what you had to say and cared what you thought.

You explain all of that to Denise and at the end of it, you're sure she's starting to see why you fell for Jamie in the first place. "I'm glad you're happy."

You hug your sister-in-law tightly before you both start getting tired. Everyone had to get up early tomorrow, so it was best to get some rest before then.

You're already lying down and tucked into the couch, but you grab your phone and send a quick message to Jamie.

i hope you're sleeping because this is for when you wake up tomorrow. good luck and i know you'll be the best fucking player on the field!

You hit the send button before returning your phone to the table and drifting off to sleep.

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You had planned on getting to the clubhouse earlier than usual. You had to prepare for the match and your family didn’t want to push through a bunch of people to get to their seats.

But even then, there was already a crowd around the building. Maybe it was because this was your first time working here with the team making it to the finals, but you've never seen that many AFC Richmond fans present.

You had separated from the three of them once they got their tickets and insisted they could find their seats on their own. Because of all the chaos of getting ready and setting up with the whole crowd, you hadn't gotten a chance to check if Jamie had replied or even look for him.

It was only when Will showed up at the dugout saying that Jamie was looking for you did you see him for the first time today.

"I've been waiting for my good luck kiss," is how he greets you and you can only laugh as you embrace him. He met you outside of the locker room, so you avoided all the whistles and 'oohs' from his teammates.

You give him a quick kiss before telling him about last night. You could see his relief when he realized that your sister-in-law did approve of him, which you almost felt guilty about.

Jamie Tartt, world-renowned football player, was nervous about what a relative of yours thought about him.

"I'll tell Frank later. And, if you guys win the game, maybe he won't come after you and injure your other ankle." You remind him and he chuckles, but your straight face is enough for him to take it seriously.

"Shit. I guess we do have to win."

After hearing Ted asking everyone to huddle up, you separate from Jamie and the two of you join the crowd inside the locker room. You with the rest of the physical therapists and Jamie with the players.

You had to admit, you were a bit nervous for the game. You knew the team was doing great, but after their crying session right before the match, you were worried they'd be too teary-eyed to make it through. And in the first half, you were right to be. Despite their efforts, West Ham was ahead much to every Richmond supporter’s dismay.

But after whatever happened in the locker room, they seemed to be picking it up. After those 3 misses, you and the rest of the people in the dugout were ecstatic when Jamie finally scored.

But then it led to a whole different issue. Now, West Ham was focused on marking Jamie. From both a personal and professional standpoint, you were worried. Jamie's ankle could still easily be injured after what happened at Man City and Richmond would lose what was called "their central cog."

You were grasping your medical bag as the game continued, ready at any moment to rush over there. You flinched when Jamie fell to the ground, but when the referee called for a penalty, you knew this was one of his tricks and you sighed in relief.

He looks at you with one of his signature smirks as he's pulled up by Sam. You playfully shake your head and roll your eyes, as the teams get ready for the kick.

And thank God Isaac was able to get it in the net. Well, through it? You could feel Gregory's excitement over it, even if you weren't sure where they were in the crowd.

After eavesdropping on Rupert Mannion ordering his manager to "take out" Jamie, you felt a lump forming in your throat. But at least George still had some integrity, even if you ended up seeing his balls after he gets pushed. As Rupert got heckled off the pitch, Jamie catches your eyes.

He notices your worried expression and gives you a reassuring look. It was his way of saying "Don't worry, you think they can take me out?" You not as the players head back onto the field.

Even then, the players were completely boxing Jamie in, but you watched as Ted signaled a strategy for the free kick which they seem to understand quickly. Jamie's trying everything to get Bumbercatch's attention, but the moment he sends it Sam's way, you know exactly what's going on.

"Go, go, go," You whisper, on the edge of your seat. You're squeezing Will's arm a little too tight, but even he is too immersed in the game to care.

Sam gets the ball in and the whole stadium erupts in cheers. You wait, but when the final whistle was blown, you and Will start celebrating too. The whole team starts running onto the pitch and at that point, you weren't thinking.

The moment your eyes landed on Jamie, you were running across the pitch towards him. He catches you in his arms and pulls you into a kiss. You deepen it as if you weren't surrounded by thousands of people right then and there.

You break apart for a split second to say, "You guys absolutely smashed it. I knew you would win."

He pulls you back for another kiss, before smiling against your lips. "You aren't worried about your brother seeing us?"

The thought hadn't occurred to you at that moment, but you try and find them in the crowd, still not removing yourself from Jamie's grasp. With all the chaos, you give up and just shrug it off, turning back to the football player.

"I don't really care anymore." You admit as you laugh.

Jamie pulls you into a hug and spins you around in the air. You laugh and hold onto him tightly. When he puts you down, you find your family coming toward the two of you. Frank is the only one who seemed shocked by this whole ordeal, with Denise simply smirking and Gregory being distracted by all the people celebrating on the field.

"Right, hi Frank," you start and you slide your hand down from his arm to intertwine it with Jamie's hand to steady yourself. "Did I forget to tell you I have a boyfriend now?"

"Yeah, I don't think it's come up, no," He replies.

Jamie takes a step forward and stretches his other arm for a handshake. "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jamie—"

"Jamie Tartt, yes." Your brother firmly grasps his hand. "I know who you are." Jamie's legs buckle slightly at Frank's strength, but Denise puts a warning hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Not too hard, honey." which prompts Frank to finally let go of Jamie.

It's a few minutes of silence, — well, as quiet as a celebrating football stadium could be — before you finally try and escape the situation. "Maybe we should let Jamie celebrate with his team!"

"Yes, of course! Congratulations, Jamie! You guys did amazing." Denise says, causing Jamie to flash a genuine smile.

"Yes, you and your team did great," Frank adds on, notably less enthusiastic. "Especially with that last shot from Obisanya." Of course, he had to add his favorite player to this.

You try and pull Jamie away to bring him to his celebrating team, but your brother pulls him into a hug, forcing you to let go of Jamie's hand. You watch Frank whisper something in his ear, before letting go. He then says out loud, "Congratulations on making the Champions League. Can't wait to see you guys play next season."

All Jamie can do is nod in gratitude, as he seems to still be processing what happened before that. You decide to thank him on your boyfriend's behalf.

"See you guys later!" You say to your family as you bring Jamie away from them, his expression slightly worrying you. Once you put a safe amount of distance between them, you whisper, "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Jamie pursed his lips. "Just that he'd make my life a living hell and find a way to ruin my career if I broke your heart." He laughs it off, but you can hear a slight shakiness in his voice.

"Alright then," you interlock your arms with Jamie's, but neither confirm nor deny the truth in his statement.

"That was a joke, right?" Jamie tries to ask but you just shrug. His face almost turns white, but you laugh and instead, he playfully narrows his eyes at you. "That's not funny."

"Well, I’m pretty sure you aren't going to break my heart, so you'll never have to find out. You plant a kiss on his cheek and remove yourself from him. “Now go, celebrate your win!"

You push him to the rest of his teammates, who are in the middle of celebrating, but he's quick to grab your arm and pull you close. "I know how I want to celebrate this win." He moves in for yet another kiss.

You briefly wonder if this is being televised and if it might be how all your friends and family back home find out, but you'd deal with that later. Right now, it's just you and Jamie.

And you've always wanted that celebratory field kiss.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fluff #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt fanfic

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This one was slightly tricky to write and I spent several days just writing dialogue whenever I was able to lol. Oh well, it's still something I'm proud of.

By the way, I think I'm going to call this "Have Some Empathy, Dear" and I have already started posting it on AO3. Some of you have already found it lol! There's additional lore bits that I'll probably post over there if you're curious.

CW: Not sure if this is needed, but there is some mentions of toxic family dynamics in this chapter. Classic family favorites one child over the other and makes negative comments about them as well.

@owl-bones

First Day & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Romance

Word Count: 2,087

You'd seen Axe a few times ever since the day you met him in the forest. Somehow, he'd figured out where you lived but had completely dodged the question when you asked how. You kind of just let it go after that as it was nice hanging out with someone after a long day of work.

Yeah, a smart person would've avoided the obvious red flags... Not that you weren't smart, maybe just selectively blind.

He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, despite the mildly unsettling habits he had, like the fact that he tended to stare at you for long periods of time. It was like he had scary dog energy but without all of the bite, at least towards you anyways.

Today was a you day. No errands that needed to be run, no one requiring you to be at work, and no chores to do around the house. It was just you and the latest episode of your favorite historical romance show. The last episode had ended on a cliffhanger and you were dying to see if Madam Fratchurine accepted Duke Von Gossimer's proposal or not.

You were only halfway through the episode, without a clear answer to the 'Will they, won't they?' question, when a sharp knocking sounded on your front door. Pausing the episode with a frown, you emerged from your blanket cocoon to see who was outside.

Taking a peek through the peephole, your mild annoyance quickly evaporated when you recognized the person on the other side. Barely sparing a thought on how presentable you were, you unlocked and swung open the door to greet them.

"Axe! Um, hi! I, uh, didn't expect to see you today..."

He quirked a bonebrow when you nearly stumbled over your words and his smile morphed into one of mild amusement. You could feel how warm your cheeks had grown all of the sudden and glanced down at your socks.

Clearing your throat, you tried to start over. "Sorry, why don't you come in? Although I should warn you that I've been relaxing all day so the apartment might be a bit messy." You moved to the side so he could step over the threshold rather than remain standing awkwardly outside your door.

Axe chuckled and his eyelight briefly flicked past you into the hallway. " 's no problem, i didn't let you know beforehand. sorry about that..." he responded. He nearly had to duck his skull in order to come inside but thankfully the doorframe was still a few inches taller than he was.

You gathered up the fuzzy blanket you'd been snuggling in and quickly folded it up to make the room slightly less messy. While you were at it, you straightened the sofa cushions and deposited your blanket on the coffee table for now.

"heh, i didn't think you'd be the type to watch sappy stuff like this," Axe commented.

"Huh?" You glanced over and realized he'd noticed the still paused episode. "Ah, well... It's a bit of a...guilty pleasure of mine."

He glanced at you out of the corner of his left eye socket with a look that seemed to suggest amusement. You flushed and quickly looked away from him.

"I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic..." you muttered. "The idea of finding your one and only? It was just a thing I fixated on when I was younger I guess."

"nothin' wrong with that," Axe said quietly. "a lot of folks look forward to meetin' someone special like that. soulmates or somethin'... i don't really care, but i suppose it would be nice. i'm sure it would all work out though."

You nodded slowly, "I guess so... Honestly, I kind of envy how carefree you are about it."

"well, i'm not in a hurry to settle down right now," he responded with a shrug.

He was right in a way. There was no hurry to find someone and you could always focus on your career in the meantime. Although growing up, there was always the pressure to find someone quickly so you could be taken care of and give your parents a couple of grandchildren. It was "The least you could do," your mother had said.

Of course, you'd then struggled with a string of bad relationships ever since getting out of high school. Not only had you gotten attached really fast whenever a guy ever showed you any modicum of attention, but you also weren't great at standing up for yourself. Your relationships never lasted longer than a few months and while you'd since learned what mistakes not to make, you were starting to wonder if you should swear off dating altogether.

"so, uh, other than shows like this," Axe motioned to the tv, bringing you out of your thoughts again. "what else do ya like to do?"

"Well, I read occasionally and have a small collection of fantasy type books. I used to be part of my school's chess club but I haven't actually had anyone to play against in a while."

You glanced around the living room before your gaze focused on two of your plants on the window sill. "Oh, I try to keep a few plants alive but I don't think I have much of a green thumb. I also like to press flowers or colourful leaves in the fall. They make some pretty collages but I have to make time to actually put them all together."

He nodded approvingly and studied the plants for a moment. "What kind are they?" he asked.

You pursed your lips in thought while you tried to remember. "The one on the left is a yellow Cala Lilly and I think the other is called a Christmas Cactus although it hasn't bloomed since last year. I'm not sure why as it has sun and I haven't forgotten to water it." You shrugged and added, "It's otherwise thriving so I guess I'm doing something right."

"can't say i'm familiar with either of those types so i can't give ya any advice," Axe hummed softly. "i'm more familiar with the kinds of plants ya can cook with, like vegetables or herbs."

"Do you like to cook then?" you asked.

"i do," he answered with a slight nod. "it's somethin' i just really enjoy doin' i guess..." His singular eyelight was still focused on the plants by your window as he trailed off.

When he didn't elaborate further, you couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. His tone of voice seemed to hint at a deeper meaning to what he'd said and you didn't know if you should ask or not.

So, rather than potentially making things more awkward, you decided not to ask and instead to talk about something else. "You know, I like cooking as well. Although, I really only cook for myself so I have limited experience."

Well that certainly seemed to make him perk up. Axe turned to actually look at you and his eyelight flicked over you in a way that you thought was him sizing you up.

"limited experience or not, it's still an important skill to know. did ya teach yourself or...?"

You shook your head, "No, at least not completely... I learned the basics from my mother but everything else I had to learn through good ol' trial and error." You rubbed the back of your neck and quietly added, "Granted, it was mostly by error..."

Axe let out a short chuckle at that. There was clear amusement written across his skull once again, yet it didn't feel like he was making fun of you.

"that's good, sometimes the best way to learn is to actually try your hand at somethin'. or at least it's the best way i know to figure things out." He lightly scratched the right side of his skull, although you noticed how his phalanges nearly hooked into the empty socket as he did so.

"Maybe we could cook something together sometime then...?" you asked.

To your surprise, he nodded vigorously and his permanent grin quirked wider at the idea. "sure, that could be fun. 's not every day i have the chance to cook with others."

"Awesome!" you exclaimed and gave a bit of a victory fist pump. Axe chuckled again although it was more natural sounding this time, like he hadn't expected you to react with this much enthusiasm.

This conversation made you remember something all of the sudden that you had to share. "You know what's funny? One of the things my mother used to always tell me was, and I quote, 'You gotta find a man who can at least cook because you certainly can't!'" With an awkward chuckle, you added, "In hindsight though, I realize she wasn't actually joking..."

That had been a bad thing to say apparently. His expression flickered between discomfort and concern before settling on a slight frown. You could feel a familiar pit form in your stomach as you realized that you'd basically stuck your foot in your mouth.

Axe let out a heavy sigh through his nasal bone and couldn't seem to meet your gaze all of the sudden. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before finally muttering a response.

"your mother probably didn't have a guy who could pass for a slasher villian in mind..."

You felt bad for saying something so forward in the first place as it had clearly made him uncomfortable. So you resorted to damage control in an effort to ease tensions once again.

"Well, uh... I guess you're right... She also told me that drinking coffee stunts your growth, which I know isn't true now, but it still frustrated me when I was younger."

Well that got him to chuckle at least. He patted your shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be reassuring, although it did feel slightly patronising seeing as how tall he was.

"are ya sure that isn't true?" he asked in a tone that sounded like it was supposed to be sassy, although his deep voice did just the opposite.

You crossed your arms and huffed in annoyance. "It isn't! I don't even drink that much coffee compared to other people..."

"what other things did she tell you? any other gems?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Nothing very helpful... She used to be obsessed with my weight growing up and never kept any snacks in the house. If I ever mentioned I was hungry, she'd just tell me to go eat a handful of almonds or something."

You sighed and dropped onto the couch. Steepling your chin with your hands, you tried to take deep breaths to avoid getting all worked up over what had happened in the past. You felt bad that you'd nearly just dumped a bunch of your own trauma on Axe when he was basically a complete stranger.

The cushions shifted as he sat down next to you. You glanced over at him and rather than annoyance like you'd expected, he looked slightly concerned. You very rarely talked to anyone about your childhood as they never understood and brushed off your mother's rules as well-meaning. He didn't seem to be like any of the others though and you started to wonder if he actually understood you.

"I'm...not on good terms with my family...in general," you muttered.

He seemed surprised if the way his left eye socket widened was any indication. "how come?" he asked quietly. "family's pretty important, at least to me anyways..."

You shook your head slowly. "I really don't want to get into all of it right now... But, the short of it is my mother was basically what some people call an almond mom and my older sister was seen as the golden child. I was basically dirt in comparison to her and my entire family favorited her."

"i don't really understand..." Your heart sank but Axe continued speaking before you could try to explain. "but i can tell this is a sore spot for ya, so i won't push ya to explain anythin' else, okay?"

You gave him a stiff smile out of sheer relief. "I appreciate it..." you responded with a sigh.

In an attempt to talk about something lighter, you tried to change to subject. "Do you have any family?" you asked.

His skull visibly brightened, somehow, at your question and he grinned warmly. "yep, i got a younger brother and he's the coolest dude i know..."

#badsansuary #raccoons drabbles #undertale #horrortale #horrortale sans #horror sans x reader #axe #reader #female reader #oneshot #have some empathy dear

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[ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving.

* for you i would.

when does a war end? when can i say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?

they already died once.

bernadetta thought she had lost jules forever. but jules turned out to be alive. jules is yuri—yuri is jules. yuri is alive! and wasn't that the most wonderful discovery? yuri, her childhood friend, being alive?

bernadetta doesn't think she has the right to most everything in this world, let alone the right to ask which name of theirs is real. what matters is them. yuri can use whatever name they want as long as they stay alive.

alive. yuri is supposed to stay alive. she's probably begged it of them more times than she could possibly count—arguably sounding silly nine times out of ten, arguably just enough so she doesn't give away that she cares more than she should (she does, she does, she does care more than she should) because she is a repulsive worthless thing that nobody in their right mind would want caring for them—

and because yuri is no longer jules. yuri is no longer jules, and she cannot just wildly lunge and hug his arm like the girl she used to be. she is lucky enough that yuri might still think of her as a friend now. might. she does not dare assume beyond that. she can live with being a ghost or a blemish or nothing at all as long as yuri stays alive.

but whatever the case, yuri is supposed to stay alive.

yuri almost died because of her, already, and bernadetta can only imagine from the glint of their lavender eyes what hells they have clawed through afterwards. one 'almost' should have been more than enough. if not for her, then for them.

but yuri does not return from their mission. that is at least what she has been told. the debriefer shakes bernadetta off his elbow like the pest she is, and before he walks away, the punch of his words slams her into silence.

her first friend is dead. her first heart is dead. her father crushed them once and now they're dead again. immediately, the loudest thoughts come back:

if yuri had just brought down the knife that night like they were supposed to—

if yuri had just been able to take that gold and run without looking back—

later that night, she slinks haggardly into the greenhouse with rot in her steps and a pouch in her grasp.

bernadetta von varley is allowed a corner—a very humble one, secluded, but her own all the same. there she grows her peculiar motley of flowers, from colorful blooms to carnivorous plants. next to a fanged flytrap, there is a space in the dirt from a recent harvest of herbs. into her palm, she turns over the pouch in her possession, and small seeds tumble out.

she usually sings while she does this, but has no heart for it tonight. the seeds get buried in the soil with the care of a casket; her hands pat down the soft mound, then clasp—she doesn't know if it is a gesture of prayer or a mere pantomime of. she just doesn't know. she just doesn't know.

all things considered: she cannot bring herself to pray to the goddess her father claims to regale. the man's wretched face flickers through her mind. acid and ache rise in her throat.

and there, bernadetta cannot pinpoint exactly when the dam breaks—just that it breaks.

it shatters like the porcelain of a teaset she gets punished for dropping. it bursts like the double doors of her old room when the suitors won't buy her. it claps like a palm against the wood of a table and sends her careening over the edge.

so bernadetta, unable to hold back any longer, finally tells yuri.

crying, gasping, she hangs her head to the planted seeds and tells them everything, through the uncontrollable hiccups and sobs, the words streaming from her lips like the tears down her cheeks. she tells them about the wicked count, tells them all the truths she never thought would see the light of day. she explains to yuri that she is just property. she tells them that before the academy, she had forgotten how much it meant to be offered a hand instead of taking the back of it.

she tells them about why she cut her hair, about the fist in it that made her kick and scream so hard that even her mother could no longer stand by—how the woman had bernadetta bagged like garbage and shipped to the monastery without any say. she sobs and apologizes, over and over, for everything that makes sense, and for everything that doesn't.

"and sorry, i'm sorry, i shouldn't be dumping all of this on you—" because even in death bernadetta gives yuri more humanity than she will ever give herself. more humanity, more grace, and infinitely more kindness. "but i always really, really wanted to tell you the truth, you know? always. that i wished i could've ran—"

her voice cracks. "—ran away, with you, wherever you went, even if that was selfish of me. or that i wished you could've killed me if it meant one of us could live happy. a-and i know, i'm just bernie, i don't mean much! i know already! bernie's worthless and doesn't have to mean anything to anybody! and i promise that's okay, but for me you're someone who... who...!"

bernadetta swears that her heart has been ripped out from her ribs, flung to the dirt and stomped into paste. she can't take it. she can't take it. not when it's yuri. not when she has spent her life shut in that birdcage, bars just wide enough to have a loved few she can count on a hand—and to lose the one she already mourned most? what kind of sick punishment was it? why was it hers? she loves, and loves, and loses. bernadetta always loses. she weeps into her hands, nails curling crescents into her face.

she doesn't know how long the moon hangs over her head, sneering down at her foolish lament. at some point she balls into herself, head tucked over her knees with clenched fists on the ground. bernadetta cries and mourns until she's out of air, out of strength, out of everything—and somewhere along the way she toes across the line into slumber, limping onto her side with finality in her bones. the last thing she thinks she sees is the watery blur of lavender petals.

#aubins #it got so long i cut it help me im so doomed im so doomed #asks /#abuse cw /#just in case but yeah :laughsob:#s: ⚘ * i've left you flowers — all sorts of types (i don't know what you like) | aubins #this was all over the place because she was all over tghe place HELP LMFAO #i scream with my entire mouth shut and act sane i scream with mg entire mouth shut i will not talk about bernadetta making herself small #when i'm in a self destruction competition and my opponent is bernadetta von varley #ty for sending darcy!! i love them both a lot and love getting to bounce her off of yuri. sorry she's such a mess rn #bern when she learns this was all a sike won't be able to look at yuri for ages like [marge simpson.jpeg]#it can def be taken as either canon or not whatever you would like hehe!!

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lego-man-speer · 7 months

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The Spandau Seven

Despite having a name that sounds like a cheesy nineties boyband or even some form of crappy Justice League, 'The Spandau Seven' was the name given to the Nazi war criminals who had been handed down prison sentences. These seven were held in Spandau Prison in West Berlin, a prison designed to hold 600 inmates, built in 1876 and demolished in 1987 shortly after the death of it's final remaining prisoner, Rudolf Hess. This post will go over the seven Spandau inmates briefly, from prisoner 1 to prisoner 7.

Prisoner No.1: Baldur von Schirach

Baldur von Schirach started off as the Reichsjugendführer (Reich Youth Leader) and Reichsführer for the Hitler Youth. From 1940 until the end of WW2, von Schirach became Gauleiter of Vienna. At the Nuremberg Trials, he was found guilty of Crimes Against Humanity and sentenced to twenty years in prison. He was the youngest of the prisoners, aged 40 when he arrived. Eugene Bird describes him in his book "The Loneliest Man in the World" as a "tall, superior man, hair brushed back from his forehead, an air of aloofness about him." as well as "arrogant" and "knowledgeable". During his time in prison he went through a divorce with his wife Henriette, and had suffered a detached retina which had to be operated on. He was released from prison on the 1st of October 1966 having served his full sentence. He died in 1974, aged just 67.

Prisoner No.2: Karl Dönitz

From 1943, Karl Dönitz (a career naval officer) had replaced Erich Raeder (we'll get to him later) as Commander-in-chief of the navy and Grand Admiral of the Naval High Command. In Hitler's last will and testament, Hitler named Dönitz as the Reichspräsident and the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces. Under his order, the instrument of unconditional surrender was signed, marking the end of WW2 in Europe. At the Nuremberg Trials, he was found guilty of Planning, Initiating and Waging Wars of Aggression Crimes Against the Laws of War. He was sentenced to ten years in prison. He was released on the 30th of September 1956, having served his full sentence. He died in 1980, aged 89.

Prisoner No.3: Konstantin von Neurath

Konstantin von Neurath was a diplomat by career, having even worked for the SPD Weimar president Friedrich Ebert before the rise of the Nazi Party. He is probably most notable for serving as the Minister for Foreign Affairs under previous chancellor Franz von Papen and then under Hitler, a post which he held from 1932 until 1937 from which he was succeeded by the more compliant Joachim von Ribbentrop. He was subsequently made Reichsprotektor of Bohemia and Moravia. He remained a member of the Nazi government until 1943. At the Nuremberg Trials he was found guilty on all four counts, but the tribunal acknowledged that his successor, Joachim von Ribbentrop, was more culpable for the atrocities committed under the Nazis than Neurath was, and so was sentenced to only fifteen years in prison. However, von Neurath was released early on the 6th of November 1954 on the grounds of advanced age and ill health. He died two years later, aged 83.

Prisoner No.4: Erich Raeder

Erich Raeder was the former Grand Admiral and Commander-in-chief of the Navy, prior to the appointment of Karl Dönitz in 1943 after Raeder's resignation. At Nuremberg he was found guilty of Conspiracy to Commit Crimes Against Peace; Planning, Initiating, and Waging Wars of Aggression; and Crimes Against the Laws of War and was sentenced to life imprisonment. Raeder was released early on the grounds of ill-health however on the 26th of September 1955. He died five years later, aged 84.

Prisoner No.5: Albert Speer

Albert Speer had started off as Hitler's architect. He had been commissioned by many of the Nazi inner circle (including Göring, Goebbels and von Ribbentrop) for the design and construction of new homes for them, as well as the 1934 Nuremberg Rally which is arguably his most well-known work. Speer had a very close relationship with Hitler, with some regarding him as Hitler's "only real friend". In 1942, after a plane crash caused the death of Dr Fritz Todt (which Speer had in fact narrowly avoided himself!), Speer was appointed as the Minister of Armaments and Munitions and held this position until the end of the war. At Nuremberg, Speer was found guilty of War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity (on the grounds of his use of slave and forced labour). He was sentenced to twenty years in prison (this was the result of a compromise, some of the judges wanted Speer to hang). Eugene Bird described him in his book as "hard-working, pleasant, resigned to his remaining time in prison." During his time in prison, Speer would keep a record of the distances he walked each day as part of his 'world tour', and had claimed to have walked more than 30,000 kilometres. Speer's parents also died during his incarceration. He was released from prison on the 1st of October 1966 and became a media sensation, giving countless interviews (as well as that one Playboy interview). He died in 1981, aged 76.

Prisoner No.6: Walther Funk

Walther Funk was an economist. He was made Reich Minister for Economic Affairs in 1938 and President of the Reichsbank in 1939, and he held both of these posts until the end of the war. In these roles he signed laws that "aryanized" Jewish property and as Reichsbank President he accepted the forwarding of gold teeth extracted from concentration camp victims to be melted down to yield bullion. At the Nuremberg Trials, he was charged with Planning, Initiating and Waging Wars of Aggression, War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity and was sentenced to life imprisonment. Eugene Bird described him as the "sad clown". Due to failing health he was released on the 16th of May 1957. He died three years later, aged 69.

Prisoner No.7: Rudolf Hess

Rudolf Hess was Deputy Führer of the Nazi Party and third in line to the role of Führer (behind Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring) in the event of Hitler's death up until 1941. In May of 1941, Hess took off in a Messerschmitt from Augsburg and flew to Scotland in an attempt to begin peace talks with the British in the Second World War. His attempt massively backfired and was apprehended as a prisoner of war. While in prison, Hess began to show signs of memory loss and would sometimes refuse to eat as he claimed he was being poisoned by the British. At the Nuremberg Trials he admitted that this amnesia was simulated. He was charged with Conspiracy to Commit Crimes Against Peace and Planing, Initiating, and Waging Wars of Aggression, but due to his flight to Britain he was found not guilty of War Crimes or Crimes Against Humanity. He was sentenced to life imprisonment and the Soviets made sure that he would serve out his full sentence. During his time in prison, Eugene Bird had made an attempt to get close to Hess. He described him in his book as "cantankerous", "difficult to manage", and a "problem-child". From 1966 until his death he was the sole prisoner. Although Raeder and Funk (who were also imprisoned for life) were released from prison on grounds of ill health, this was never the case for Rudolf Hess. In late 1969, Hess was taken into hospital for a stomach ulcer and it seemed as though he was close to death. However, despite this, Hess was not released. Support was growing for Hess's release in Germany as well as three of the four allied nations (UK, US and France). The Soviets vetoed every attempt to release him. Rudolf Hess died in Spandau Prison on the 17th of August 1987 at the age of 93, reportedly of suicide, however debate remains as to whether he really committed suicide or whether he was murdered. Shortly after his death, Spandau Prison was destroyed to prevent it becoming a shrine for Neo-Nazi pilgrimages.

#reichblr #rudolf hess #baldur von schirach #albert speer #Konstantin von neurath #walther funk #karl dönitz #Erich raeder #spandau prison #ww2

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remember that scene from the sound of music where captain von trapp and maria dance in the courtyard.

yeah.

“We are at a party, Juliette,” Charles murmurs, resting a hand on the crown of flowers settled on her hair. “We are supposed to be dancing the way your papa is in there.”

Juliette’s expression is still sour. “But Charlie,” she whines, stomping her foot, “I don’t know how to dance like my papa does.” When her arms cross, Charles knows what he’ll have to do next. “What am I even meant to do while all the others have fun together?” The question gets a murmur of agreement from the rest of her siblings.

Charles can’t really fault her there. She’s eleven years old—there’s probably nowhere in the world less exciting to her than this ball is right now. “Well,” he answers after a beat, “I must teach you then, non?” With a slightly exaggerated bow, which earns him a giggle, Charles holds out a hand for her to take.

She does, immediately, with a little squeak of excitement. “You must!” But the delighted expression lasts only a moment, because her brow furrows in focus as she squeezes his hand tightly.

“Easy,” he soothes, squeezing back once gently. Her grasp loosens. The focused pout dissipates. “All right, Juliette. Like this—” he leads them a few steps forward, testing her willingness to move with him (she is, like always—a good girl, one that Pierre must be so proud of) and then stops, squeezing her hand again in signal. “Now I will bow, and you will curtsy.” He releases her from his grasp only for a moment to do so: Juliette’s curtsy is far too deep, one that has Elise and Camille giggling behind their hands, but Manon shushes them with a quick, sharp noise. Charles glances up to give her a grateful look. There is nothing worse than being humiliated trying to learn something new, after all.

Juliette, apparently, missed the commotion. “Like this?” She’s got her hands clutched in her dress, almost too tight to the point of concern over the fabric. (But—she’s so excited. Charles will mend it for her if anything happens.)

“Like that,” he affirms. “Now we go for a little walk. Just watch my feet, mon chou, I will count with the music the way we have learned.” She nods, a harsh bob of her curls, and Charles swallows the chuckle of fondness that seems to have risen from his gut. “One, two, three. One, two, three.” The orchestra inside is playing at the perfect volume to keep them in time as he starts to step with her. Juliette…is picking it up better than he’d imagined she would. Her head is focused on the ground, though—they’ll work on that next, once she figures out where her feet must go. “One, two, three, step together, yes? Very good, very elegant, Juliette. Now we move to—the music moves quicker here, so we must—step-hop, step hop.” Her grip on his hand tightens. “Look up, cherie, I will lead you here.”

“Okay,” she whispers, squeezing his fingers once more as she lifts her head to meet his gaze. As the music continues to swell, they dance to the middle of the courtyard floor, Charles leading and Juliette stumbling to keep up with the step-hop movement she’s clearly trying to skip into. They have all night, Charles will make sure all the kids take turns practicing with one another, as this band will likely be playing long into the night.

“Now turn under. Like I am twirling you, but—” her arms are just not long enough to properly execute the move the way Charles had learned, which forces him into an awkward move of his own to keep from dislocating her shoulders. She inhales sharply as they execute the first turn. “Not quite, not quite, but close, Jules.”

“Hey,” Jules calls from the other side of the courtyard, “I’m not even dancing!”

“Hush,” Charles shouts back, although he’s dissolved into giggles himself alongside the rest of the children. Juliette’s nervous-seeming expression is gone, now, replaced with that same excitement she’d first taken his hand with. “This way, we will try again. Hop step, hop—under, yes, and step.” She’s a little better at it this time around, the movements seeming less erratic than they’d been a few moments before. She’s a smart little girl. “You are doing well, we will just have to practice more this evening.” They attempt another turn, and Charles starts thinking of who he’ll try next with—perhaps Manon, as she will learn quickest as the oldest. Leo can hold baby Margaux for a little while, after all—

“Ma belle, please allow me, will you?” Pierre’s voice is suddenly right behind him, low and warm and so close Charles could—he could—

“Of course, papa!” Juliette exclaims; when her hands release Charles’, it feels like an anchor being cut from a ship out at sea. Of course she doesn’t know that this—that he—that they—

“May I?” When Charles turns back around, feeling warm in the face already, Pierre’s expression is soft and entirely unguarded. Amused, even. His hand is held out invitingly and god Charles doesn’t even wait a beat before taking it, threading their fingers on instinct. Pierre’s laugh is rumbly in his chest. (Charles is so close he can feel it.)

From inside the party, the music brightens even further. It has been so long since Charles has danced with anyone like this, so close, so warm, he’s blissfully surprised at the way it feels natural to move with Pierre as he leads them across the courtyard floor. The surprise increases exponentially as Charles realizes that Pierre is very familiar with dancing like this: he moves with Charles like he’s in his head already, their rhythm effortless as they go back and forth across the floor.

He's smiling, too. It’s something the Captain has been doing more often these days, Charles has realized. It’s a handsome look on him. Carefree, even if this party had been irritating to him when they’d first arrived. The hand he has settled at the small of Charles’ back is warm, bleeding right through the fabric of his dressclothes. Their clasped hands are starting to have that same effect.

God, Charles can’t even be terribly jealous of Pierre’s bride-to-be because of course she’s in love with him. To have him this close even just to dance is more than intoxicating, and Charles just takes care of the children. The idea of having this attention that Pierre is bestowing upon him now, both soft and raw as it pours over him, for a lifetime? He longs for it, of course, but he could never fault her for wanting the exact same.

At least she gets to have it, though. He’ll have to be happy with this. Pierre turns with him, effortless and smooth, and then pulls him suddenly closer as the music peals its final melodious notes. It is…breathtaking. “I did not pin you for a dancer, Charles,” he murmurs, so close that Charles can feel the puffed breath from each word gust gently against his face. “Although perhaps I should have expected it would come with your music.”

There’s a warmth to his words that makes Charles’ stomach coil in on itself. “I am not a dancer,” he whispers. “I—"

#i am nothing if not predictable. kudos if you figured out i was gonna succumb to this from my post this morning #10 x 16 #fic #may delete later i dunno yet. but this is about the most i'll commit to writing of this idea (for now)#the way i picked names for all 7 children though.....oof

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GILBERT x READER

Giltea As Charged

ONESHOT . MODERN AU (Customer!Gilbert + Customer Support!Reader) IMPLIED INNUENDO AT THE END

minors/ageless blogs please do not read/like/reblog any of my works where this warning appears (you will be blocked)

x o x o x o

Your next caller sounds harmless enough, especially after the tempest just now.

"Mr. Leloser, more like." You tab out of that clownfest of a claim and click open a new blank one. "Hello. Thank you for calling Rhodolite Internet Services. May I have your name and a number I can reach you at in case we get disconnected?"

"Good afternoon. My name is Gilbert von Obsidian, but you can call me Gil. You can reach me at..."

You rapidly input his information into the appropriate fields. "Can you please confirm that your address... Wait, you live in Obsidian?"

"I do." Said as if not realizing how absurd it is to be calling from a different country.

"Uh..." Well. This kind of thing does happen a few times a week. For some reason. "I don't know how you got this hotline, but let me patch you to someone local-"

"That won't be necessary. I've got the correct number." The confidence with which he says this leaves you unsettled. You have no idea what this caller looks like but his smile cuts through the airwaves like a knife dropped from a counter.

You eye the top of Rio's head in the next cubicle before your gaze flicks to Sariel's office by the wall-spanning window.

"I don't know if I'm the best available representative to-"

"You are."

You're starting to miss Mr. Leloser.

And then the man, this Gilbert, he laughs. And it's mean and somehow evil, which makes this whole thing even more surreal.

"I just needed help with this one website," he says after an intake of breath. "I'm trying to order a custom tea blend."

"Gil, was it?" You choose your words carefully as you always do in this line of work. "I really think you ought to contact customer support with that specific website instead of-"

"Oh no! But I waited 45 minutes just to connect with you."

"I realize that, Sir, but there's not much that I can-"

"I know I want something with a rose-base. Let me read the options out to you."

What. What is he doing.

"Almond, apricot, black cherry..."

You're too stunned to say anything until he reaches vetiver root on his comprehensive list and makes some sort of disgusted hiss-sigh-tongue-click.

"Oh, I should probably mention that I'm looking for a blend that exudes a menacing, blood-freezing sort of vibe. As much as a tea can accomplish such, ahaha."

You could hang-up. You really could. Yes it would count against you, but this... is beyond ridiculous.

"Have you ever tasted poison? I think that would be a lovely aftertaste. For a bit of a surprise."

What kind of tea... POISON????

"Sir." You keep your voice measured and polite and as sane as you can muster. "This is an internet service provider, not a tea-consultation firm."

"Aw, but aren't you tired of your current job? Don't you think tea-consultant suits you more? You're already so clever and attuned to the needs of others."

Is this a joke? Is this a dream? Is this a nightmare?

"It's just a friendly little chat."

How is he doing this?

Your eyes dart frantically around the office. Rio seems to have gone for his break. Sariel is by the water-cooler with Leon.

"...I really do hope you can advise me, as a friend."

The way he says those last three words rearranges everything else that came before it. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Your lips twist into a different shape. Your body melts into your swivel-chair. "Read me the list again."

x o x o

Several hours later, you stomp into your apartment and make a beeline for the recliner in the sunroom. There you find an agreeable-looking man nose-deep in a book.

He peers up with his sole, gleaming red eye. "How was your day?"

You sit your hands on your hips and glare. "When I say I wanted to try roleplay at work, that was not what I meant."

#ikepri #ikepri gilbert #ikepri gilbert x reader #ikemen prince #gilbert von obsidian #atelier writes ikeseries

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valeriasfragments · 5 months

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Pyrokinesis or: Understanding Fractured Memory

The house down the street is on fire and I think I did it. I think I am one of those fire psychic people, what's it called? Pyrokinesis the internet tells me. Or maybe I'm crazy, what would be the difference anyway?

Anyhow, I think I started the fire but I can't be sure because my memory can't be trusted and while I don't remember going into the building and lighting a match but I can't say I didn't not do it, you know? Brains are temperamental things and prone to forgetting upsetting things.

Oh, right, anyway, I think I started it with my mind. You see every day I walk to work and I cross East Hampton street and at the top of East Hampton is Von Strauss Manor, a very large, very old house with something like 10 bedrooms or whatever.

And every morning I stop and I stare at Von Strauss Manor from the bottom of East Hampton where it ends at Charleston Lane and while staring at it, catching my breath from all the walking, and I imagine what it would look like engulfed in flames. And on the way home from work tonight my wish came true.

Von Strauss Manor started life as a landowner's house and through the years property exchanged hands, people died, inheritances were had and now Von Strauss Manor was on fire and I think it was my fault. I would apologize but I would do it again and again, that house knows what it did wrong.

You see, while staring at the monstrosity of a mansion with a baleful stare, imagining the fire licking the air, and before I know it the flames were there. And I didn't mean to actually harm the house, but it looked at me with a sinister gaze.

I felt threatened. It was an act of self defense. Manslaughter in the first degree with pyrokinesis. Well I guess houseslaughter, does that exist? Probably not. They'll write a whole new section of law for this. I don't think pyrokinesis is technically illegal... or legal.

I think they call that a "technical gray area" or something like that. Anyway, I'm sure I will be the catalyst for this houseslaughter legislature, they're always making laws to punish queers like me.

But... Also... Why do I remember marble flooring and a sauna and hot tub? Why do I get flashes of a big rear projection TV and one of those sound systems with the big speakers you always see at Radio Shack in their gaudy tech display? Why the specifics?

I am unsure, but I am sure of one thing: my brain was rearranged by a drunk redneck in a bar fight outside Tupelo, Mississippi sometime in July 1979. Why do I remember that date but never any birthdays or anniversaries or any of the government holidays? Oh right, the brass knuckles and the redneck, yes, well, that guy beat me bad enough that I can't trust my memory anymore.

Also I remember it because it was the night of the Tupelo Concession Stand Brawl, Jerry Lawler & Bill Dundee vs. Larry Latham & Wayne Ferris in what would be known as the birth of hardcore wrestling. It was a wild brawl and goddamn I love wrestling.

Oh, right, the knuckles and the redneck, yeah that was my post-show ritual. I would go to the matches and cheer some good guys and yell at bad guys and have a great time, then I would come out here to the bar and drink a few drinks and walk home.

Well, on this night Mr. Redneck and I got into a verbal disagreement and he decided to rearrange my face, but what he didn't count on was my head bouncing off the pavement so hard my brain broke. A cheap shot blindsided me and now I have severe memory issues.

So now I am watching the firemen try to scramble and save the manor engulfed in flames by the weird trans girl who used her redneck brass knuckle birthed crazy person pyrokinesis and I realize, while I did do this, nobody knows I did do this because my brain did this for me. I think. I don't rightly remember.

#microfiction

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His Own Private Camgirl

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Marius Von Hagen x MC Rosa (Tears of Themis) - Established Relationship

Word Count: 4,004

Rating: E

Tags: Masturbation; Toys; Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Trigger Warnings: None

Part of Kinktober and #VisionsofTemptation2022 (prompts from @xxsycamore )

Kinktober Prompt used: Phone Sex (Day 3)

Author’s Note: This story decided it wanted to be based in “reality” rather than fantasy. We all know the ways erotica can defy physics, the male refractory rate, and the body’s flexibility. This little story isn’t like that. Sorry. It delivers a dose of reality, and the not-so-charitable emotions Marius might have when he’s uncomfortable with Rosa taking the lead in a romantic encounter.

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Rosa closed the curtains on the full moon over an unfamiliar cityscape and stretched her arms above her head. The long term out-of-town assignment for Themis Law Firm meant an extended hotel stay for her and Artem. She picked up her phone, wistfully longing to hear her boyfriend’s voice before going to sleep. As if she summoned him, his caller ID blinked on the screen: King.

Marius was calling to say goodnight. Pretty soon the couple’s exchange turned sappy.

Rosa sighed, “I miss you so much. I wish you were here right now so I could get a hug from you.”

“If I were there beside you, I’d do a lot more than just hug you. First I’d start with a kiss on the forehead, then on the nose, then the cheek, then … can you guess where next?”

She shifted on the bed, hugging herself as if it were his arms. “The lips?”

His cocky laugh made her eyes crinkle.“Heh heh! That’s exactly where I WANT you to think I’d go next, but instead I would lean towards your ears and kiss you there light enough to make you squirm and then bite your earlobe to make you squeal!”

A muffled “Mhph!” came from her end of the line. Her reaction was enough to make him smirk.

Marius went on, “I could continue describing ALLLLLLL the things I’d do to you, but how about you tell me a few things you’d do to me?”

Rosa hesitated, “.....um, I would, um….” and then faltered into silence.

He wasn’t going to let that slide. “Aw, have you gotten shy all of sudden, jie jie? C’mon. Just one thing.”

“N-no.” Her stubborn pout could practically be felt through the phone.

Marius got ready to put on his best puppy-dog face and voice, but she continued, “If I get started, I might not stop. My room is next to Mr. Wing’s, and well … you know I get kind of high-pitched when I touch myself, and how could I NOT get hands-on if I started describing all the ways I miss you right now?”

It was Marius’s turn to be silent, dumb-founded at her frank honesty. Did she even realize how sexy she could be without even trying? He actually was getting a little hard at her few breathy, needy sentences just now.

Well, her admission was a nice surprise! Part of him wanted to push her a little more to see how far she would be willing to go, but the other half of him did NOT want Artem hearing a single one of her delicious sighs or gasps traveling through the hotel wall.

He took pity on her reluctance. “Yes, I do know. I love being the only man who knows what you sound like. So how about we take a rain check?”

He could hear a relieved sigh come through as he offered an alternative, “The next time I’m out on a business trip, we’ll try this again.”

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Two months later:

It was the crack of dawn and Marius was awake, checking the time zone difference between him and Stellis. Rosa would be home from work now, probably looking in the cupboard for dinner ingredients.

Marius texted: [ Good Morning from up east! Are you home yet? ]

Rose texted back: [ Yep! Good evening from downtown Stellis. How was your first day of meetings? ]

Marius dialed her number. “I figured I’d rather tell you about it than type it out.”

A soft smile bloomed on Rosa’s face. “It’s just as well, because I was hoping to hear the sound of your voice tonight.”

Marius grinned and launched into a recap of yesterday’s business doings.

After a minute Rosa exclaimed, “Oh pigeon feathers, Mr Wing is calling me. I need to take this. I’ll call you right back.”

Damn that Artem! Marius jabbed at the red END button on the screen to hang up.

He was just about to sprinkle the seeds of desire to remind her of their mutual rain check, when that goody-two-shoes had to stick his pointy nose into their night!

Tossing the phone onto his bed, Marius decided to brush his teeth and take his vitamins while waiting for her to ring back. He was a little shocked that he had finished those tasks and even made himself a cup of morning coffee without hearing her ringtone yet.

He looked at the screen notifications and saw he had a text waiting from her: [ Sorry about that. Is there still time for you to chat before your busy day starts? If so, give me a call. ]

She was so sweet and considerate, and here he had reacted with nothing but childish poutiness.

He dialed her back and was surprised to see that she answered with the video call feature.

Her cheerful face filled the screen as she said, “I figured this would be better for what I had planned for the call.”

What she had planned? She had something planned?

He nodded and grinned, “Yeah, it’s much better to see your cute face when I say something that makes you roll your eyes at me. And don’t worry about time. I still have at least another 2 hours before my first meeting.”

“Oh good. Are you sitting down? Or … maybe you want to lie down?”

Marius’s face went slack with concern. “---What?” Oh my god, what sort of awful news does she have to share? “What happened? Are you okay?” Panic was wreathing his words.

An amused giggle was his answer as he saw the scenery on the screen wobble and skim past. He recognized her ceiling, then her desk surface, heard a frustrated “tch” as the screen was covered by her hand. Marius didn’t know whether to be alarmed that she hadn’t answered his questions or give in to his wild guesses of what she was attempting to do right now. Was she trying to set up a little peep show for him? He had always wanted to suggest that some day. He couldn’t help but tease her as he heard more sounds of plastic sliding.

“Did you buy a cheap hands-free phone stand? You should have asked me, babe. You know, Pax makes really nice–”

“MARIUS VON HAGEN! Just – just shush. Okay?”

“Okay…” He smiled as her hand started to move away and his hopes soared, then frowned when it was replaced by something like a piece of cardboard and his view when dark again.

Rosa cleared her throat, “Do you remember two months ago when I was away on a trip for a Themis case, and you called me late at night? And we…began to flirt?”

He did his best not to laugh at her description of that conversation. After all, she might still be able to see him on another tablet display somewhere. Instead he schooled his face into a sexy smirk and nodded. “I would describe that exchange a little differently. But, yes, of course I recall. We decided to take a rain check.”

“Mh-hm. I’m cashing that check tonight. That’s why I wanted you to be sitting or somewhere you can prop your phone up without needing to use your hands. Because, um, you know…”

Marius suddenly understood he was getting his wish! He fumbled while picking up the phone as he answered, “Right! Give me a second.”

A glance around the suite told him he could rig up the perfect display area on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His hands worked as his mind raced with giddiness at what was happening. He had only imagined they would have verbal phone sex. But oh man, that Rosa! She elevated it to another level! Selfishly the phrase “my own private camgirl” floated to the surface of his mind. As he sat down, the fluffy hotel bathrobe pooled on either side of him; he untied the belt and opened the front all the way to his boxers. Nodding at the phone with visible excitement on his features, he asked, “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” There was obvious restrained laughter in that single syllable.

“You still have your screen covered. I can’t see you.”

“That’s correct. Oh, sweetie, don’t pout like that. You’ll get premature wrinkles.” A sprinkling of mischievous giggles followed.

What was she playing at? He was determined not to be indignant, but this was starting to feel a little unfair…he wasn’t used to being on the losing side. It was always him that planned the fun stuff, and it was always him that surprised her. She had turned the tables on him today. What an uncomfortable feeling to be along for the ride instead of being in the driver's seat. He had a difficult time hiding his vexation.

Rosa hummed a small happy noise, then asked, “Do you want to see what I’m wearing?”

Little crystal bells chimed in Marius’s head that would have otherwise sounded like alarms blaring ‘it’s a trap!’ if he hadn’t been thinking with the wrong head. He nodded, “Of course I do.”

“Good. I picked this out with you in mind.”

The camera was uncovered and he could see Rosa kneeling on her bed, legs wide apart. The black mesh and deep purple satin looked sinful against her creamy light skin. She was wearing a matching set of teddy, panties, garters, and thigh-high hose. That was as much as he could see in the 6 seconds before she waved at him gleefully and the screen went black again.

“Wha-?”

“Did you liiiiiiiike it?” The teasing lilt drove him a little mad.

His words worked their way through clenched teeth, “Yes. Very much. Now would you stop playing around? Uncover your camera and let me look at my hot girlfriend.”

He could hear her clapping. Oh! “I’m so glad to hear that! It really makes me feel sexy, you know? Don’t worry, you’ll see more of it later, and less it, too.” Giggles spilled over before she continued, “But first I want you to imagine there are no cameras, okay?”

Marius narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “What do you mean? And why?”

“Well, it was really a turn-on hearing you through the phone on that earlier trip, describing how you would touch me. It was like having you whisper in my ear. So … I have the ear buds in right now, to emulate that. Part of me wanted to do just the audio only tonight because of that special feeling. But … I also wanted to give you a visual treat.”

He drew in a deep breath, “If that’s the case, then why do you cover–”

“--Ahem,” Rosa interrupted, “I wasn’t finished!”

She paused to make sure he wasn’t going to try steamrolling the conversation. He stayed quiet, but there was a defined pout on his lips.

“Here’s why. I know your, um … stamina isn’t the greatest. And it takes me a while to warm up. So … if you saw me, you might finish before I’m even ready. With you just getting the audio, and with me getting both audio and video, I have a chance to build up that extra arousal while you stay simmering….um, does that make sense?”

It did, and Marius hated to admit it. But he couldn’t help but love that she was trying to work out a compromise that would make them both happy. Except … he wasn’t happy about seeing a black screen when he knew a top-tier babe clad in lingerie was just on the other side.

“Yeah. Yeah it does. That’s really thoughtful, Rosa. I just wish I could’ve had more than a glimpse of you.”

There was evident amusement in her voice, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the full view later in the call IF you can make me cum by whispering in my ear. Makes a nice reward, right?” There it was again, that naughty voice teasing him where he was weakest.

Marius dropped his head back against the couch cushion and grunted a frustrated sigh, “You must have learned a thing or two while sitting in on my business meetings, because you’re really driving a hard bargain, you know that?”

More giggles. “Yep! So, do we have a deal, Mr Von Hagen?”

“Jie Jie … just another little tiny peek again to get me started? Please?”

“Nope, not until the condition is met. I’m ready any time you want to start with the phone sex, hun.”

Marius combed his fingers through his hair, as if the motion could push aside his annoyance and make room in his head for the right mood and thoughts.

“First … I would pull you onto my lap so you’re facing away from me, with your legs straddling either side of me, just like you are kneeling now. I’d glide my hands up your side and down to your legs and all the way up again, appreciating your figure, before I reach around to the front and pull you flush against my chest.”

He slid a hand into his boxers to play with himself as he continued, “My mouth would be right over your shoulder so I could nibble on your ear and neck while my hands roamed underneath the fabric. I’d spend a good long time squeezing and kneading your perfect breasts. Oh god, they fit so well into my hands. Then I’d pinch your nipples until you squirmed on my lap.”

He heard a small gasp followed by a sigh coming from Rosa’s end.

With his confidence building, he went on in a more sultry tone, “One hand would pull your chin to the side so I could suck on your neck in that spot that makes your knees turn to jelly. The other hand would side down to your panties, rubbing you on the outside of the fabric. Are your panties already wet?”

“Soaked.” The word was practically a moan. “K-keep going.” her voice sounded small and pinched, as if she was breathless.

Marius grinned, suddenly enjoying his part in this performance. He couldn’t help it, his hand gripped his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly. He licked his lips and went on, “I pull your panties to the side. With my left hand I spread your lips apart, and my right index finger slides inside you to cover it with your sweetness. Then I glide it upwards over your clit.”

He paused to hear what her reaction might be. Silence.

“Babe, rub your clit right now and let me hear you. Pretend that’s my finger making you shudder.”

From the phone he heard the rustle of her shifting on the mattress and then a high-pitched squeal he knew very well. It hadn’t taken long for his shaft to become rigid. He had stopped rubbing the head in hopes of slowing his arousal, and was now just playing with his testicles for distraction.

“Good girl. Keep touching yourself and doing the things I say.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“I press on your clit a little harder.”

Raspy breathing, then, “Ah. Fuhhhck. Ahhhnnnghh.” More fabric rustling and puffy little moans come over the line.

He loved hearing her voice like this. Marius's fist moved faster on his dick, his other hand pulling the base downward to keep the skin taut. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the rhythm. Her sounds were urging him onward. A low groan starts to tumble from his lips.

“Marius. Marius! Pace yourself. If you orgasm right now, I’m ending this call and you’ll never see this outfit again.” She sounded angry. Actually angry!

His eyes snapped open, but the screen was still dark. Nevertheless, he could picture her stern eyes and downwards-turned mouth. And that stubborn chin. Dammit, he knew she meant business.

“Alright. Alright. You just sounded so sexy, I got carried away. I won’t jerk myself that fast. Let’s keep going.”

“No. First you sit on your hands. Don’t touch yourself again until I say so.”

His jaw dropped. What? What in the hell? Was she bossing him around?

“Jie jie….. Jie jie, please?”

He was putting on his best pleading voice and using the saddest puppy dog eyes, they worked every time.

“No.” The single syllable came with finality and authority. No hesitation whatsoever. He could tell she wasn’t going to budge.

He raised his hands in surrender and slid them under his thighs. But inside his mind he was fuming.

“See? No hands, no touching.”

He looked mournfully down at his erect penis, hot, bright red, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, straining for relief, aching with the need to sheath inside Rosa’s tight wet–

“Marius?”

His forlorn face turned up the phone but the screen was still dark. The frustration at being led around by the nose like this was chipping away at his confidence. Had she ever been this controlling in the bedroom? He couldn't recall her acting like this before. It didn’t feel … natural. But he was still going along with it. Why? He mentally shook his head to clear the feeling and get back to the action.

“Right, sorry.”

Where had he left off? Oh yeah, about to move on to fingering her.

Inhaling deeply, he attempted to return to that sexy mood he had built earlier, “With one finger still rubbing your clit, my other hand slides to your pussy. I know you’re ready for at least two fingers. I sink them inside you and get them coated with your juices. Then I start pumping them in and out slowly.”

He had expected to hear a moan or something, but all that was coming from her side was heavy breathing. He paused.

“Rosa? Are you doing what I’m saying? Are your fingers inside you yet?”

“Oh. Um, no, it’s easier to use a toy for what you’re describing, so I was just getting that ready. Sorry. Hang on.”

He felt like he had completely lost control of this situation. Or maybe he never had it to begin with. A toy? What was wrong with her own fingers? Mounting annoyance was visible on his face, and he hoped she could see it. But no audible reaction confirmed that she had noticed at all as she gave a breathless “Okay!” And then in a lower purring voice, she prompted him, “Fuck me with your fingers, hun. Just the way I like it.”

And just like that, at her command his mind was back in the zone.

“I start out slow, watching your face melt into bliss. In. And out. In. And out.”

He could hear a wet squelching sound from her side as he kept the tempo steady. He nodded approvingly, finally grinning again.

“That’s right, nice and slow, until you start to get impatient. Do you want me to speed it up, babe?”

“Y-yes. Yes-s-s-s-sss…” A high-pitched gasp followed.

“I put more pressure on your clit while I fuck you harder and faster. I love how your body trembles on my lap.”

“More, mmm…more. Hnngh!”

The wet noises were increasing in rhythm and so was her gasping. In his excitement Marius leaned forward, forgetting to sit on his hands. His knuckles were grasping his knees as he stared at the darkened screen as if he could actually see her through the barrier.

“I add a third finger, and thrust as far as I can go, stretching you wide. And then I curl my fingers up to brush that sweet spot over and over and over and–”

A guttural moan spilled through the phone, louder than any other noise she had made that night. Marius heard the bed creaking and then her voice again, “I … I came. Oh mmm…. Good job, babe. Oh my god…” A sigh of weary bliss is heard after a few seconds.

Marius sat back, pleased with himself. He rearranged the robe and shorts so he can begin jerking off. He eagerly awaited for the screen to show his lovely girlfriend. Ten seconds went by. Twenty. He heard water running in the background.

“Rosa?”

Her voice sounded like it was coming from farther away, “I’m just cleaning myself up a little. Legs are slightly wobbly and making it difficult to get around, heh. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“No, don’t clean up. You’re just going to get all wet again.” His cheeky tone and smirk were brimming with confidence.

Her answer was just as challenging and plucky, “Oh? Sound rather sure of yourself there. Let’s see if you can make good on that promise.”

He blinked rapidly as his view was flooded with light. She had uncovered her camera and taken it off the stand, holding it in her hand so her face filled the screen. The surface of her neck and cheeks were flushed scarlet and her eyes were glossy with lust.

She winked at him, “You were such a good boy with keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. AND you got me to cum. You deserve a special reward.”

Marius’s brain was doing little somersaults trying to make her sexy words FEEL good, but they still nipped at him in all the wrong places, rubbing his nerves raw. He ignored her “good boy” praise as much as he could while focusing on the pleasure to come next.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“As I describe what I’m doing to you, I’ll move the phone to that spot so you can get a close-up. And if you want to see a part of me or have me do something particular, all you need to do is ask. I’ll do and say whatever you want tonight, hun.”

She blew him a kiss and smiled.

There was a hint of shyness in her eyes and he realized that maybe she wasn’t nearly as self-assured in tonight’s performance as she let on with all that brave talk from before. Perhaps she had kept the camera covered because she needed the allusion of being hidden so she could really let herself go? Marius’s more generous side took hold of this possibility and ran with it. Giving her the benefit of the doubt lessened the annoyance he had felt at her taking charge like she had. He wasn’t used to being condescended to like that, especially not from her. Yeah, maybe she had just been putting on an act and needed the privacy to keep up her courage. That had to be it.

He nodded to himself as if to convince his worries away, and then began stroking his dick leisurely as he threw Rosa a cocky look. “So you’re my own private cam girl is what you’re saying?”

—----

After he had climaxed – which didn’t take long – Rosa suggested they take their phones to the bed and lie down so it looks like the other person’s face is right there on the pillow next to them. He wished her good night and sweet dreams while she wished him a good morning. Cute little mumblings and screen kisses followed until he had to go.

He smiled at how such a lewd call could end sweetly, but he also knew that was exactly how the two of them were. Sometimes they couldn’t keep their hands out of the other one’s pants, and sometimes they would blush as simply holding hands. He loved that about her, about them as a couple.

He had never experienced all-encompassing love like this before. Rosa accepted everything about him. What a gift. He could never earn that, never repay her. But that’s what love was, right? Freely giving something to your special someone what they don’t deserve, and accepting all they are without making them feel worse about those weird ugly things they already are ashamed of.

In that case, maybe he ought to ask her sometime about that bossines she was exhibiting earlier, and see if that’s something she was afraid to show him. Was that one of her sides that she thought was ‘weird’ and didn’t want to risk letting it out?

#visions of temptation 2022 #Kinktober #kinktober 2022 #Tears of Themis #ohtomatotome #marius von hagen #tears of themis rosa #my fanfic #tot marius #tot rosa #tears of themis marius #tears of themis marius and rosa #tears of themis marius x rosa #marius x rosa #tearsofthemis

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For the ask game how about Count von Count ^^

CROWD CHEERING this is how i win!!!!!!!

favorite thing about them: HES ONE OF MY FAVORITE SESAME STREET MUPPETS he’s the it girl he’s a bad bitch he is the only character ever. i get so excited when i see his segments he’s everything

least favorite thing about them: nothing. he has never done a thing wrong in his life

favorite line: “can i sleep over again tonight bert? :} “

brOTP: i have a headcannon that the count, bert, ernie and kermit are all besties and i will die on this hill

OTP: i don’t really have one for him but i think it would be extremely funny if him and kermit had something going on at one point 😭

nOTP: pretty much the obvious if you ship him with the sesame street kids im sending you to hell myself

Random headcannon: HES BI TO ME. I also think it would be really funny if he’s also nonbinary but he’s like a million years old so he doesn’t know what being nonbinary is but he is that.

Unpopular opinion: it’s probably not unpopular but matt vogel does an extremely good job at performing him i rlly like how he sounds

Song I associate with them: Countin up - Rico Nasty ( I did it for the name I’ll admit it)

Fav picture of them:

HE WAS SERVING IDC

#Sesame Street #thanks for the ask!#ask games

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20 Questions with Niki Binary

excerpt from WVBA Online Magazine

The boffins here at the WVBA Online devised a series of surveys to get to know our Women's Circuit competitors just a little better. Today, we catch up with none other than our own "I.T. Girl" Niki Binary.

Q: What’s your favorite sandwich and where did you eat it?

A: Odd lead off, but okay. This is easy, a simple tomato sandwich. Tomato with a little Duke's mayo, black pepper, on plain cheap white bread. My grandma used to make 'em for me.

Q: What’s your favorite place on earth?

A: Man, this is gonna sound so cliché. Right now, the ring. Especially after my fight with Cutie Hondo, it's a high you just can't duplicate.

Q: What’s one place you've visited that you never want to return to?

A: Ha! Easy, Radio Shack! Nobody knew what they were talking about, at least not the ones around here. Now, I don't have to.

Q: What’s the best show on TV right now?

A: Not counting us? *wink* Probably Cobra Kai. I love the story and way they show respect to the franchise's history.

Q: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

A: Tiramisu! Oh man, it would be a short life, but what a way to go.

Q: What’s the worst movie you ever saw?

A: The live-action version of Dragon Ball. And before you go all comic shop and say, "Actually, there were three Dragon Ball live-action movies," one, I know that and, two, I said what I said.

Q: What’s the best thing you’ve read in the last five years?

A: No contest, I just read this book called "Gravity" by Sarah Deming. It's all about a girl from New York that makes it to the Olympics as a boxer against all odds. So inspiring.

Q: What’s the one item of clothing you couldn’t live without?

A: My khaki slacks. I know, I'm a geek. But they are comfy, they have pockets, and they go with like 90% of my wardrobe.

Q: If you could only bring three things with you on a deserted island, what would you pick?

A: Oh. That's hard. Wait... no it's not. Got it! My laptop, my portable wi-fi rig, and a solar generator. This girl ain't stayin' on a deserted island!

Q: If you could save one material thing from a fire, what would you save?

A: Easy! My laptop. Lots of places have free wi-fi :)

Q: What’s your biggest pet peeve?

A: People being fake. I can get along with most anybody. You can be the biggest jerk in the world, it's fine with me. Just own it. Don't pretend to be one thing to my face and something else behind my back.

Q: What is your favorite movie of all time?

A: Okay... Minions. It's cute and it's funny and I like to laugh.

Q: What is the best concert you have ever been to?

A: 3 One Oh! They are amazing! I almost picked She's on Fire as my walk-out music.

Q: What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

A: I got set up on a blind date once with this guy that thought because he had a BA and I had an Associate's that he was soooo much smarter than me and had to mansplain ALL the things. Ugh! I'd like to see him solder a motherboard by flashlight...

Q: Would you rather be hot or cold?

A: Cold. I can always put more clothes on. You can only take so many off without jail time... lol

Q: What’s your favorite karaoke song?

A: Seeing as I can't carry a tune with a handle, whichever one Cutie is singing. Girl's got pipes!

Q: What’s your favorite quote?

A: LOL! Okay, this one's from my coach, "Fall down twice, stand up thrice. Don't fall three times, that's a TKO."

Q: What was the best meal you ever ate?

A: This will sound silly. It was here! They've got a sushi chef that works here on Wednesdays and, oh... My... GOD! Amazing!

Q: What’s your least favorite genre of music?

A: Death Metal. It gives me headaches like you wouldn't believe. I'd rather take one of Coach Von Kaiser's uppercuts.

Q: Do you like coffee or tea better?

A: Oh... that's hard. You're asking me to choose between my kids. I... nope... can't choose. Love them both! I live on caffeine and coding.

#punch out #punch-out #punch-out!!#punchout #super punch out #super punch-out #super punch-out!!#punch out wii #punch-out wii #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch-out oc #punch-out!! oc #wvba #niki binary

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skinslip · 1 year

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Pyrokinesis or: Understanding Fractured Memory

Well, on this night Mr. Redneck and I got into a verbal disagreement and he decided to re-arrange my face, but what he didn't count on was my head bouncing off the pavement so hard my brain broke. A cheap shot blindsided me and now I have severe memory issues.

#fiction #horror #horror fiction #short story #horror story #pyrokinesis #pyrokinetic #Stephen King probably did it better #skinslipwriting #Valeria's fragments

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lapinbunwrites · 11 months

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Title: The Scene That Hurts

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fire Emblem AU

Relationship: Claude von Riegan/Byleth Eisner

Characters: Byleth Eisner, Claude von Riegan, Edelgard von Hresvelg

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Actor AU, Fake Blood

Word Count: 1,350

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Byleth felt her heart beat hard in her chest as the her and the Empire army marched on Derdriu. The air felt heavy as they continued to walk, meeting with Khalid's army. There were only a few more battles that they had left to conquer Fodlan, but this was the battle she was dreading the most. Multiple thoughts went through her head as they stopped walking as the hit the stone ground. She felt her heart drop at the site of seeing Claude. His looks alone weren't going to make fighting him much easier, he had grown very handsome over the past five years.

"Professor," Edelgard said softly.

"Hm?" Byleth asked, turning to face her.

"What is your opinion of Claude?" She asked, her eyes becoming dull. "I can't help but wonder what sort of impression he made on you."

"I think he would have been a great king," Byleth asked, with no hint of a lie.

"Interesting," Edelgard sighed out.

That wasn't the only thing that Byleth got from him when they met when she was still their professor. He was many things, he was a jokester, a schemer, he was chaotic, and he was a man with many thoughts running through his brain that he kept to himself. But underneath it all, he had a heart of gold and cared for the ones around him. That was probably the reason why she fell for him.

"Professor?" Edelgard asked, shaking Byleth.

"Sorry," Byleth apologized. "I was lost in thought."

"That's very unlike you, my friend," Edelgard said, letting go of her. "Please be on your guard, this fight won't be easy."

Byleth nodded as Hubert walked up to them, giving the specifics of their job. It wasn't long after that the fighting began. While Edelgard and Byleth stayed back for the time being, the members of both armies attacked and kill each other. Edelgard left Byleth's side as soon as she found an opening to fight. Byleth took a deep breath in and exhaled, feeling the air become even heavier. She placed her hands on her stomach churn as she watched everyone fight.

"Professor! I need your help!" Edelgard yelled.

Byleth nodded, her hand shaked as she reached for her sword. Ignoring the growing tension her hand, she rushed towards Edelgard when her blood patch broke. Byleth made it a quick and painless 'death' for the extra. The more she fought, the more she killed, the more it felt like the battle would never end. She felt the tension setting into her body, she wanted the battle to end, but she didn't want to face the man that had her heart. Not that her feeling mattered much, Edelgard and Byleth marched over to Khalid once the many people 'died.'

"Teach...You should have chosen me instead of Edelgard," Khalid said, drawing his bow back. "No point in whining about it now, I suppose."

Byleth reached out her hand, hoping it would ease the pain in her heart as she heard the gruffness in his voice and to scowl on his face.

"Sorry, but I'll be taking the win today," Khalid said, releasing the bow string.

Every part of her wanted to take the arrow to the heart to end her fight against him, to feel what she was feeling. It was only by Edelgard's grace that she hit the fake arrow with her fake axe. She watched as Edelgard rush Khalid and began fighting him. As much as she wanted to help her out, Byleth couldn't move. All she could do was watch them fight. It wasn't until Edelgard was being over powered by Khalid and Hilda. Byleth rushed over to her aid, taking on Hilda. Thankfully for Byleth, the sounds of plastic hitting each other undercut how tense she was feeling. It was short lived as soon as she was able to kill Hilda. She looked over to Edelgard and her beloved Khalid, she was shocked that he was still standing. The two rushed him, quickly overpowering him.

"Khalid," she whispered out, feeling the water drip down from above.

"Claude," Edelgard corrected her.

Byleth held out her sword, pointing at Khalid.

"I see," Khalid said, reaching towards the light as fake tears and fake blood ran down his face. "Right until the very end, I've read this whole thing terrible wrong...All my hopes have fallen to ash. I really hope you make the world...better..."

"Haa...." she muttered out. "AAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed out before Khalid could say another word, startling her cast members.

"CUT!" The director yelled. "You know you're not supposed to cry during this scene Byleth! Take five!"

"I'm sorry!" She apologized, taking the towel and water from a crew member. "It's just very intense scene!"

"Heh," Khalid laughed as the cameras kept rolling trying to get bloopers. "In her defense I was a pretty good actor! Right...'Teach?'"

"Call me that one more time!" She cried, pinching his cheek.

"So you admit that I was a good actor!" He teased, placing his hand on hers. "Look at you! You are even crying for me!~ What were you imagining? Hm?"

"I imagine you died!!" She replied, pinching harder.

Khalid teased her a bit more before running for his life.

"Edelgard," the camera man asked.

"How is the scene for you?" The asked, pointing the camera in her face.

"This is the tenth take for Claude's death scene," she laughed. "I wish we could get it done."

-----x-----

Byleth took a deep breath in and exhaled; she was always so nervous for interviews. It never how many she has done since becoming an actress, she was always awkward when doing them. She never really knows how to react when people asks her things and she was always so stiff. It didn't help that most of the interviewers were also stiff and just wanted things to be done.

"It's alright babe," Khalid reassured her, pecking her cheek. "I am here with you."

"I hope so, that was the hardest acting job I ever had," Byleth frowned, giving him a tight hug.

"Heh," he chuckled, hugging her back. "I am alright, I am still alive and kicking."

The two of them walked into the room, getting everything put on them. As they waited their standard few minutes, Byleth sat up straight, placing her hands on her knees. Khalid on the other hand slouched on the side of the chair closest to her. She leaned down, gave him multiple kisses on his cheek. It did help calm her down, but only a little.

"We are rolling," the director said.

"I've gotten word about your guy's fight scene," interviewer said, looking over their paper. "What was so hard about it?"

"It wasn't hard for me at all," Khalid laughed. "I've been in situations where I could have died and say the most emotional things."

"And that helped you with the scene," they asked.

"Yes, when you have a brother like mine, you kind of hold it in," he laughed.

"Is that true," the interviewer asked, looking over to Byleth.

"Yes, that is true," Byleth nodded, holding Khalid's arm tightly. "I've met his brother and he is quite the character."

"Hehe," the interviewer laughed. "Anyway, how was the scene for you?"

"It was nerve wracking!" She answered, hugging her boyfriend from the side. "I honestly thought he was going to die!"

"You're so cute," he teased. "She chased me around the set for teasing her after one of the takes."

"This is what you get when that happens," she pouted.

"Well I am alive, my love," Khalid said, leaning in close to her.

"I know and I am happy about it," she replied, giving him a kiss.

He kissed her back before continuing the rest of the interview. There wasn't much too it, but Byleth was just happy to get it over with. She was nervous through the whole of it. She was just glad to be back home with her love being able to cook something to eat with him and spend the rest of the day doing nothing much.

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I was looking through my Claudeleth zine earlier today and remembered my friend Kwoojii was in it and she did an actor au. I had a very might need to try to write a fic for it. Surprisingly, I had enough energy to do so. I hope you enjoy!

You can find her piece here!

#my writing #fire emblem three houses #claudeleth #byleth eisner #claude von riegen #khalid von riegan #f!claudeleth #khalid x byleth #khalid von riegan x byleth eisner #claude x byleth #byleth eisner x khalid von riegan #byleth x claude #byleth x khaild

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