#when I tell you that I've imagined being in his clothes for the past 2 days

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

It Was All A Lie - LN

Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Summary: Lando knew she was a die hard romantic, gullible to a few sweet moments and pretty whispers for her to be in the palm of his hand. She just made it so so easy.

Warnings/themes: Smut (choking, toys, cockwarming, semi public, mention of it being used for "punishment"), toxic/controlling behaviour (physical, financial, digital and mental), slut-shaming, isolation, some sexism towards the end, but equally kind of soft Lando at moments (but don't mistake that as him being nice)

No part 2 requests please

Y/n likes to watch edits from fans of her and Lando, old videos and clips of them together and what they used to be. What he tricked her into thinking was how he'd always be.

That feels like a lifetime ago and even though she gets glimpses of that side, it's no more than a performance for other people to believe that he's still that sweet, caring, cute boyfriend who charms the world with a wink and a smile.

She'd love to have that boyfriend back.

There's rules now with her fiancé.

Permission has to be given before she can talk to certain people. She doesn't have her own money. Lando has access to her phone and usually carries it for her. Any post on social media goes through him first. She goes where he goes and if she can't then she stays where he tells her to.

Now she's dependent on him. How could she possibly imagine going back to life without him?

She's his. Completely.

"Y/n, you're not going out in that. Jesus, why don't you just invite every man in the paddock to try and fuck you?" Lando scolds as y/n finishes pulling on a skirt.

Y/n looks down at the skirt, it's maybe a little shorter than she'd ideally have liked. But she didn't think it would earn such an extreme reaction.

"It's new. I didn't realise how short it was." Y/n mumbles making Lando get up and seem to pick through her clothes then holding out a dress. One she's worn before, and one he always smiles seeing her wear. "You always pick that one."

"You always look good in it without looking like you're trying to hop on every dick you can get hold of." Lando shrugs then moving his hand up. "I just don't want every man out there thinking I got you because you're easy...and I don't want them thinking they can take you because you're easy."

"I know." Y/n smiles lightly before she feels him push her skirt off leaving it to pool at her feet.

"How do they feel?" He asks almost absently while pulling off her top.

"Heavy, I'm scared they're going to fall out." Y/n mumbles as he hums running his finger knuckles down the length of her torso before he slides his fingers on the lips of her pussy, tips wet just from the touch.

"Well I think we can figure out why." Lando comments making her swallow. "At least I know they work the way I want them to work. I can have you whenever I want you with these."

Using kegal balls was, of course, Lando's idea. He's not a stranger to toys and he decided using them through the day might be a fun way to keep y/n on edge throughout the day.

-

"Y/n's is busy, but I'll make sure she gets back to you when she has the chance." Lando states into her phone while she looks at him.

"No! I'm sick of calling her number and you picking up the phone. Let me to talk to my best friend, Lando!" Y/f/n's shouts through the phone.

"Fine. But she won't want to talk to you for long." Lando sighs holding the phone out to y/n who looks at it like it's a foreign object. "Go on, she wants to talk to you."

Y/n takes the phone and sighs.

"Y/f/n, I'm kind of trying to sleep." Y/n mumbles making her laugh loud and dryly.

"I haven't heard from you in nearly 2 months-I spoke to your mum and she said she's got 5 texts in the past 4 months since you got in engaged and you don't want to talk to me because you're trying to sleep."

"I've been busy." Y/n sighs watching Lando move around, he won't watch her but she's not naive enough to believe he's not listening with pricked ears. Y/n tolerates a few minutes of ranting from her friend before she actually manages to fall asleep.

Being in a timezone that she's just not altered to and y/f/n having managed to talk without interruption.

Lando actually stops to look and smirks in amusement that y/n has really stopped bothering to try at all when it comes to people beyond him.

Which is good because he's all she needs.

"You've successfully bored y/n to sleep with your nonstop shouting. Bye, y/f/n." Lando states hanging up the call before she can speak again. "Fucking bitch."

He sighs sliding y/n's phone into his pocket before he sighs looking at y/n, throwing the blanket over her and kissing her temple.

His possessive and toxic behaviour that rose to the surface after felt like he had her safely stuck with him. She might change him for the way that he is, but he's perfectly happy with the way he is. But there is moments where he really does show that same amount of love and care that y/n fell for.

Because the truth is that he's the way he is because he never wants to lose her, he never wants anyone to get between them and he never wants anyone else to hurt her the way he knows they could. That's why he cuts her contact, that's why he controls her social media and that's why he tries to make sure she never gets attention from other people.

"Lan?" Y/n mumbles catching his attention though she's only just peaking through almost closed eyes. "Can you lie with me?"

See? Moments like this he knows that he might not treat her like everyone thinks is acceptable but he's certainly keeping her happy enough to want him there without him having to force it upon her.

"I will in a couple minutes. I just need to do one more thing." Lando promises moving to finish up with some messages he needed to sort out and check that his photos from his camera are uploading before he sighs and pulls off his clothes.

He manages to pull her over, reaching down between them before she finally stirs enough again to actually help. Lifting herself enough before she slides down on his dick, slotting them together before she nuzzles down against him again.

"I love you." Y/n mumbles feeling Lando's hands finger tips run up and down her back each hand up and down either side of her spine which really lulls her to sleep.

"I love you too." Lando whispers knowing that she's pretty much out for the count.

-

Y/n knows better than to test Lando. It's not big and it's not clever, so any time people even come close to having a full conversation with her, she finds any possible excuse to get out of there quickly.

"You look like you're having fun." Carlos comments catching her attention as she tries to rush through the paddock.

Y/n started dating Lando long after the Spaniard and Lando were teammates but because of their closeness, there's no denying that the two are close but that doesn't make Carlos any less of a threat when it comes to pissing Lando off.

"I am-sorry, Carlos. I'm in a rush." Y/n smiles trying to be polite but hasty.

"Ah no, you go. Go. Go." Carlos nods but as soon as she's turned, he's frowning at the fact she's actually always rushing off.

Y/n is rarely no in a rush and no one is really sure the last time they had a real conversation with her. Though admittedly few of the drivers interact with each other's girlfriends. Hell the girlfriends usually interact with each other more than the drivers interact with each other's girlfriends.

When she gets to Lando, he's sitting in the communal area with a half eaten meal in front of him.

"Hey, baby. Where you been?" Lando asks making her smile a little.

"I had to grab something from the hotel and I forgot my phone was with you." Y/n sighs making him hum and nod before he leans over to kiss her. "I tried to be quick."

"You're alright baby." Lando smiles earning a slightly settled not and sigh. "Did you get what you needed?"

"Yeah." Y/n hums before she looks at Lando for a moment then he seems to notice what she grabbed.

"Are you wearing my jacket?" He questions with a quirked smirk.

"It's cold." Y/n mumbles earning a nod before he notices the time.

"Ah, I have to go. Qualifying prep. But I'll see you later, ok?"

"Ok." Y/n smiles with a small nod. "Can I come watch in the garage?"

"Yeah, of course you can." Lando nods leaning over to kiss her again before he rushes off. Seemingly in a pretty good mood to see y/n dressed up in his jacket. It's something that works as a reminder of who she belongs to.

As if the heavy platinum ring encrusted with diamonds haloing around a sapphire doesn't make her status obvious and impossible to miss.

Y/n smiles the whole time standing in the garage as Lando goes out for qualifying.

Even before Lando was in her life. Y/n loved F1, so actually being a WAG is without a doubt a dream for her. Even if it's not quite how she really imagined it going.

When qualifying is done, y/n moves to his drivers room. Knowing better than to get herself caught in the post-quali chaos.

Lando is on the second row but there's something about his mood over the radio and in interviews that makes her feel like he's not the happiest man in the world.

He gets to his drivers room after media and ahead of the debrief with a storm behind his eyes.

"We're leaving as soon as the debrief is done." Lando states making her swallow thickly and nod.

By the time y/n is in the car with him for the short journey to the hotel, his hand is shamelessly pressed between her thighs. Is sex a healthy outlet in a bad mood? Not necessarily, but damn is it effective and the pay off for both of them is a 10 out of 10.

His free hand comes up to cover her mouth when she tries to choke back a moan soaking his hand and the seat beneath her as an orgasm hits.

Thankfully the driver is either a very respectful man or just so focused on the traffic he's not noticed but he's not paying any visible attention to the two passengers in the back seats.

"Lando, my dress." Y/n stresses when they pull up since her dress has taken collateral damage from their indiscretions.

"There's no fans there, just walk in front of me." Lando mutters climbing out and waiting for her to follow looking very panicked about the fact the seat is also fairly soaked. "Y/n, now."

Y/n swallows moving with him out of the car before he throws his backpack over a shoulder then pulling y/n in front of him as he walks closely behind her.

As soon as they as in the lift, she finds herself with his hand at her neck and his lips pressed to hers. Her body practically weak at his touch, plus as much as she shouldn't be turned on by someone's hand around her throat, she's almost fighting a second orgasm just from the heat of his touch.

When the lift stops on their floor, he somehow manages to navigate them to his room almost without breaking the kiss the whole time.

He only releases her momentarily when she's pushed back onto the bed, Lando wasting no time in thrusting into her finally earning a loud moan before his hand is back on her throat. He practically uses his hold on her to keep her in place as he seems to spend any remaining energy from the day on her.

"Fucking hell, y/n." Lando groans tightening his hold slightly which does restrict her air ways a little, though not enough to completely cut it. Out of habit she does bring her own hand up to hold his wrist, maybe her own way of feeling some control despite there being no way she could overpower him in the moment.

He's always in control.

Skin slapping and Lando's groans combine with her own whimpers and moans fill the room before his free hand finds her clit again and she arches up, feeling his hand tighten again finally cutting her air as he feels her sucking him impossibly deeper as he groans humming inside her before sighing as he ruts a couple times finally release her neck as her strokes down her body then finally pulling out and flopping down beside her.

After getting in the shower together and cleaning up, Lando sighs checking their phones then frowning and rolling his eyes at her phone which makes her look over but not dare to try and peak at the screen.

"Your parents called. Like 10 times, I don't know what their problem is." Lando mutters shaking her head while she bites her tongue.

Her parents problem is that they never hear from her but they see evidence of her being alive. They don't understand why she goes so long without contacting them.

Some days she really wants to go home to them. But even if she did have access to the money to pay for a ticket home, Lando would cancel it before she had the chance to get on the flight and even just the joke of an idea that she might be able to go straight to the airport, he makes sure that she has no idea where her passport is.

"You know you don't need them when you've got me." Lando sighs moving towards her again and tipping her chin up do she needs his gaze. "You know that."

"I know." Y/n swallows thickly hating that the good moments are always shrouded by his dark reminders that he's not going to stop till he really is all she has left in the world. No doubt that will change when they have kids but those kids will only have her and him too. "I love you."

"I love you too." Lando smiles stroking her cheek his thumb. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. Proud of you for qualifying, I know you were happy but I think you did well." Y/n smiles earning a hum but there's something else that is clearly lingering in his mind and his expression is not one that can be considered positive in anyway.

A silence falls as they look at each other for a while then he speaks again.

"I want you to stay in the hotel room tomorrow for the race. I've told you I don't want you talking to people around the paddock, especially the other drivers."

"-I didn't." Y/n chokes out though she knows it's a lie. Even if she didn't really maintain conversations with anyone, Carlos and Daniel both tried chatting with her. That's a big no-no.

"Don't lie to me, y/n." Lando scoffs his hand going back down to her throat. "If you can't be trusted to listen to me, then I'll give you no other choice. You're staying here."

"I'm sorry." Y/n mumbles knowing there's no point in actually trying to argue. It'll fall on the deaf ears and only land her in being tied up and left probably freshly "fucked dumb" as he likes to call it when he pushes her limits of pleasure into pain from overstimulation. That's when she's most compliant, too exhausted and brain seemingly melted her into a babbling mess begging for forgiveness and promising to never do whatever wrongdoing she's done.

"You're always sorry." Lando states making her swallow because she hates it when he says that.

As if he sorry is insincere.

"We're going to get married soon and you need to start acting like a loyal wife. Not some slut any man can take." Lando grumbles making tears gather in her eyes and when one escapes he wipes it away. "If you'd just learn how to behave like I want then we wouldn't have to go through this time and time again."

"I know. I'll be better." Yn whispers not even sure how she can be better without flat out ignoring anyone who speaks to her. "I just don't want people to think I'm rude."

"What I think is the only thing that matters. Why do you care what other people think? Are you going to marry them? Spend your life with them? Have kids with them? No. So be concerned more about what I'm thinking. I'm the one fucking you, lying next you in bed every night, paying for you to live. I don't want anymore excuses. Or I'll be keeping you in Monaco and you can stay there permanently."

The only threat bigger than Lando keeping her by his side or in the hotel, not even letting her leave one apartment at all and if she tried to leave, just the thought of what he might do makes her spine straighten.

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[the-music-maniac]

Not that I read mpreg all that often (not really my thing generally speaking) but I came across some "Sanji is pregnant" fics in the sanzo/zosan tag, and not nearly the same amount for Zoro. It got me thinking about the trope. I think the lack of Zoro fics here is a tragic oversight. I think we as a fandom are absolutely and tragically ignoring the potential comedy gold of Zoro being the one to be pregnant instead.

Because when people write Sanji, the general trend I'm seeing (upon scanning through some of the fics quickly) is that he's cautious about it. Conscientious, careful to make sure things are okay. Which - arguably I could see, Sanji is probably the more practical of the two (not by a whole lot but still)and he didn't have a good childhood. Sanji being pregnant is usually a fic about his heaps of parental issues, childhood trauma and angst - which is fun to read. It's good. It's amazing, even.

Zoro being pregnant is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT gonna be a COMEDY. We're talking about a man who once tried to fight Kuina holding like 20 bokkens. We're talking about a man who got stuck in wax and thought the reasonable solution was to cut off his legs.

The entire crew spends the next 9 months tearing their hair out, preventing Zoro from doing stupid shit (exhibit A: cutting off his own limbs). They spend the same amount of time trying to stop Luffy from gum-gum-grabbing Zoro and yeeting him anytime he needs to get them out of a sticky situation.

The crew (mostly Sanji) is on 24/7 prevent-zoro-from-drinking-alcohol duty (impossible). Chopper is constantly stressed in the later months cause no one puts it past Zoro to get lost somewhere, give birth out in the woods and come strolling back with a baby tucked under his arm. They have to start hiding Zoro's dumbbells.

Franky and Usopp design and build a nursery and spends the entire time suspiciously teary eyed. Sanji tries to pretend he's unaffected but spends an entire night creating a 9 month meal plan of all the nutrients Zoro and the baby are gonna need. Not even a day later, one of the crew finds him up at 2 am making a mountain of food because Zoro made the mistake of offhandedly mentioning he had particular pregnancy craving within earshot of Sanji. In the end Zoro has to sit on him to stop Sanji from running himself ragged.

Robin keeps spouting morbid childbirth facts and quotes from parental advice books in equal measure. Nami keeps going on shopping sprees for cute baby clothes and adding the cost of them to Zoro's debt. Brook keeps writing lullabies and trying to sing them to Zoro's stomach. Zoro 100% uses his pregnancy belly as an excuse to walk around without a shirt 24/7 without getting nagged.

Somehow word gets out that the famous pirate hunter Zoro is pregnant, and at the next big fight with the Marines, half the soldiers refuse to fight him and instead start telling him to sit down, take it easy, shouting advice at him etc. Etc. Zoro loses his shit a little bit and cuts their boat in half.

Mihawk, upon finding out, tells Zoro in no uncertain terms that that is his grandchild and he's expecting them to visit so he can meet the baby when they're born. Zoro vehemently denies that Mihawk is his father (he is). Zeff upon finding out, is almost as bad as Sanji when it comes to being a mother hen. Perona buys even more baby clothes for the baby. She buys one singular shirt for Zoro as a joke, and it coincidentally happens to be the exact same brand of "mama" crop top he was forced to wear in that one filler episode. Zoro tries to chuck it into the ocean (he fails).

I'm essentially saying it would be absolute chaos, and it would be the funniest thing I've ever read. 9 months of Marimo wrangling. Can you imagine the look on Zoro's face if one of the opponents he was fighting were to tell him that he's "glowing"?

PLEASE, I would actually wheeze myself to death. The best part is you can still have plenty of Sanji angst. He still has parental issues except now they're flavoured with "I'm not ready to be a father" and "I'm terrified I'm gonna become my biological sperm donor" and "please don't die because of childbirth complications, that happened to my mother(sort of, I know she died after but it kinda counts), and I can't handle that happening again to you". Lots of cute/tender moments of Zoro comforting and reassuring Sanji. We can even have Zoro angst. He probably views protecting his crew as the one and only job he's good for (not true but that's probably what he thinks). Not being able to fulfill that is probably not helping his self esteem, and that sense of uselessness warring with his need to protect the baby - but the contradictory thing here is that to protect the baby he HAS to sit back and let other people do that FOR him. That plus all the other restrictions, people treating him differently, but him at the same time refusing to view his own child as a weakness. Imagine the havoc that would wreak. Oh my god.

Y'all don't understand, I don't even read mpreg that often and yet this is literally my ideal fic HAHAAAAA

#we already know Zoro would be a good parent considering how he is with kids but pregnancy? different matter entirely #i don't know much about jimbei yet so sadly i can't write much about him feel free to comment any headcanons y'all come up with though #zosan #sanzo #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #monkey d luffy #nico robin #op franky #op brook #god ussop #tony tony chopper #mpreg

[konigsluvr]

Omg thanks so much for getting back on my request so fast! The NSFW bit was a nice bonus 😏 tsk got me simping more on this man

Yes 6 months ago way peak Avatar, there was an endless supply of fics to binge but the past 2 months it's dwindled down a lot huh

Can i request more König HC if that's okay, but about his domestic preferences. Like his morning routine, his fave food, how he likes his coffee, his fashion sense etc

Thanks, and no rush! Take care x

I'm so glad you guys liked my recent headcanons, I was nervous it wasn't gonna get any attention but the amount of reposts and likes warmed my heart smmmmm<33 and I miss avatar so much, I've been deep in the cod stuff that I haven't read anything about avatar in agessss. Anyways here is könig headcanons, domestic version (sorry I took so long xx). Reblogs are highly appreciate <33

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König Headcanons pt2

Includes: König being a cutie at home.

☆ his bed is probably in his top 3 favourite things in life. Like they would be 1: You, 2: you again, 3: his bed. Like there's nothing better than coming home from a long and stressful mission and finding you sleeping in his queensized bed. You make sure to wash the bed for when he comes home so he has the best nights sleep. You'd hear him let out a relieved sigh when he gets in bed and cuddles with you. Nothing better.

☆ I picture him as a morning person. It's just way more peaceful, calm, and bright. Plus, whenever he sleeps in, he feels a tad bit guilty due to "wasting" seeing a beautiful morning.

☆ the type of man that shuts his blinds in the evening, makes his home cosier and he feels a lot safer and private.

☆ he wears those compression shirts at the gym or when he's training at base... omg I'm just imagining how beefy he looks.

☆ black coffee, he probably likes the bitter taste but will probably switch to a more milky coffee once you convince him that its just way better. Probably won't take any sugars because he will be scared it will ruin his godly physique.

☆ for breakfast, he eats cereal because most of the time he can't be bothered cooking as soon as he wakes up. Sometimes he'll forget but you'll always be there to make sure he eats <33

☆ I'm sorry, I gotta include this. Apple juice>orange juice. You two have definetly had a heated debate on which one is better but he won, of course.

☆ könig probably won't leave the house much, if he does it's just for a small walk around his neighbourhood or in the park, and going grocery shopping.

☆ he would like to be comfy so wearing a hoodie or a jumper suits him and on a good day he'll wear his jeans, but mostly just joggers. (Grey Joggers *wink wink*)

☆ if you two are going out to a fancy dinner, he'll try to dress up for you but you tell him its fine as you don't want him to feel too causcious or vulnerable in public.

☆ fave food... I actually have no idea. He enjoys a good steak, especially if it's cooked by you :))

☆ he's a good cook, he can chef up a really good meal if he's in the mood. If you can cook better than him, he wouldn't even be mad. He would find it really attractive and would just watch you from the kitchen counter or stand right behind you looking over your shoulder, watching you cook. And if you burn something by mistake he'll either prevent it from happening before you even notice or he was too distracted by you and would laugh and tell you it's okay, and convince you he likes it a little crispy to make you feel better.

☆ his home probably didn't have much things lying around, such as decorations and random objects, but as soon as you moved in, you made it more homely with your random makeup there or your dropped clothing here. He's a tidy person but wouldn't be mad if you forget to put something away, he would most likely just leave it there in case you need it again later on or remind you kindly that it's there.

☆ movie nightssssss!! Imagine cuddling up with König on a Friday night when you two can't be bothered going out for a drink at the bar. You both choose a movie line up for the night, go out and buy some of your favourite snacks, get your most cosy blankets and share them together. Goals. Literal goals.

Sorry this pretty short. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself xxx

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[cattamouche]

> my own interpretation of modern scara. ☄. *. ⋆

a/n: hello! I'm brand new here. writing on here has been something I've been wanting to do for a really long time so I finally created an account and put some thoughts together for my first post. it's not anything big, but it's something to get me started on here. hope u enjoy :')

✧ I know everyone likes him with an emo/goth style, but I think the elegant/pretty type of clothes he wears in game would translate over to real life quite well. Obviously he wouldn't wear the same exact clothes, but he would stick with a more elegant style rather than an emo one.

✧ He would definitely be the type of guy that has an extremely small amount of friends. I imagine him being very picky with the people he hangs out with, and despite him presenting himself as nicely as possible, his dismissive and uninterested attitude and personality would push most people away. It would be a miracle if anyone was willing to befriend him after that horrid first impression, but as long as he still has those close friends, he doesn't care about making new ones. He has a quality over quantity type of mindset for pretty much all things.

✧ Would take a while to get him to open up to you, but once you do break down those walls he's very sweet and caring. Loves his friends but is not good at showing it at all, gets embarrassed at the thought of outwardly showing his affection or appreciation for someone without the addition of a stupid remark. It's just not something he's used to, so serious affection would only be reserved for a potential partner- if he ever even managed to get to that point with someone anyway. It's hard for him, cut him some slack.

✧ As a student, I think he would take uni/college very seriously. He acts dismissive and uninterested in academics but he does put in a lot of work. You'll be miserable working with him in group projects because he'd be overly critical of your work and tell you to change things constantly, he's a perfectionist so putting up with him would be exhausting. He can be insufferable but by god will you get an A on your project. There's no way he's handing in a pile of shit with his name on it.

✧ In terms of hobbies and talents, I honestly think anything would suit him. I can imagine Ei being the type of parent to sign him up for any instrument lesson from an early age, piano, violin, chello, you name it, he has experience with a lot. Likes to play video games in his free time as well. I can't see him as the type of guy that's glued to his screen 24/7 but he's definitely spent a decent amount of his time on games. And his perfectionism doesn't just end at his studies, it applies to his hobbies too. He's the type of person that puts in a lot of effort to get all the achievements for his favorite games. Had various different consoles growing up. Has a preference for handhelds because he can take them anywhere and play a little something whenever he's bored.

✧ He's organized to a T. Of course, he does have those occasional days where his mental health is exceptionally bad, so that's the only time you'll see him a mess, and he gets extremely embarrassed about it. He cares a lot about his image, so anyone seeing him at his lowest would have to take the state they saw him in to the grave.

✧ He's a cat person. No one's surprised. He wouldn't have his own pets past those 2 goldfish he won at a fair when he was young, but when he sees strays on the street he will go out of his way to go to the nearest store and buy them some canned food. If he sees them often enough on his route, he will start carrying around little treats for them knowing he'll see them out and about. What do you mean going that specific direction is only slowing him down. No he's not going out of his way to see his little friends, it's a shortcut. You don't know what you're talking about.

Overall, in my eyes, he would just be a guy with a bit of spice. Someone that just has trouble making friends and keeping his attitude in check.

#english isnt my first language hey #the ending is kinda abrupt but idc #i love him #scaramouche x reader #modern scaramouche #modern scara #wanderer x reader #idrk what im supposed to be tagging this as tbh #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #? how do i get to my target audience bc this isnt even an x reader but like. this is the type of stuff u guys read right

[cait-with-luv]

Little Leopard [2]

"If it weren't for seven men that fateful night you wouldn't be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard."

Header Credit: Me

Pairing: OT7 X Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Hybrid! AU, Strangers to Lovers! AU, Rich!BTS, Fluff, Angst(And I mean Angst), Polyamorous!BTS

Warnings: Past Abuse(Mental, Physical and Sexual), Eating Disorders, Depression, Anxiety, Explicit Language.

Word Count: 2.5k

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The boys sit in silence, wondering what to say to each other about the situation. They were all in shock. Too stunned to speak. They had a hybrid in their house. Injured and very much traumatised. Where do they go from here? They didn’t know. Were you legally adopted? From the black market? How did you end up where you were? There were so many questions that needed answers but they knew they’d not get an answer until they had your full trust, it was clear you’ve been through hell and back for a long time. 

“So…Where do we begin? We’ve got a lot to think and talk about.” Jimin murmurs sipping on his glass of water, tapping his fingers against the glass nervously, he and the boys had saved many hybrids before, but never has he seen someone in such a condition you were in and never had he had a strong attachment to one so fast either. In his whole career, he had never seen a hybrid like you. Or even in the condition, you were in. He was horrified. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe. Make you happy.

“Let’s start with where and how you found her Namjoon and Jimin. Talk us through that.” Hoseok says softly now home to talk about the situation at hand, his notebook out ready to take notes so he had everything to start an investigation. He couldn’t believe what he had heard when Namjoon called him and explained what was going on. He had yet to see you but from the description, Seokjin had given him he knew it was bad.

“Well, it was Jimin who noticed something wasn’t right. We come out of the building and he said he saw some guys dump something in the alleyway. I told him it was probably nothing but he was so sure something wasn’t right. When we looked we saw her there curled up barely conscious, bleeding heavily and her clothes were all dirty and basically like rags. I told Jimin to go get a blanket out of the car and when he had gone, I told her everything was going to be okay, that she was safe but just let out this weak laugh and said to me that’s what they all say, telling me to finish the job, to end it and make it quick…” Namjoon says trailing off just feeling his stomach churn again repeating the words you had pleaded to him.

“God, what did they do to her? She must have been suffering for such a long time.” Jungkook frowns, feeling his heart clench at the thought of what you had been through. He couldn't imagine ever hurting someone like this. People really are cruel.

"One day hopefully she will tell us but right now we need to give her space and let her build trust with us." Seokjin says with a small pout on his lips as they all agree with him.

"Jimin, did you see the guys who just dumped her there? Could you describe them?" Hoseok asks as Jimin sucks in a breath, brows furrowed as he begins to think.

"I saw them but not much. It was too dark to see them completely. There were two of them. One was quite tall the other just a bit shorter…uhh both were all in black, like trench coats, the tall guy was brawny whilst the other was very slim. I didn't see their faces. That's all I've got, I'm sorry." Jimin says sheepishly but smiles softly as Hoseok shakes his head at him and ruffles his hair.

"It's better than nothing Jiminie."

"Where do you think she's come from? Fight ring? Auction? Show pet for some cruel rich person? She could have come from anywhere with her being such a rare hybrid and being a strong predator at that." Yoongi sighs in frustration. Either way, wherever you came from was inhumane and they were going to do everything in their power to get you justice. To prevent this from happening to another hybrid.

"No idea but we start in one section and eliminate them until we find the suspect. We'll get to the bottom of this. I promise." Hoseok says, closing his notebook before looking around and realizing somebody was still missing.

"Where's Tae? He's been gone for a while."

"I'm right here, I'm fine. She's awake now, I sat with her whilst she ate but at a distance. She's terrified and doesn't trust any human. She thought I'd drugged the food. She's never even eaten human food before. She's starving. Is it okay if I give her a second plate?" Taehyung says quietly and Seokjin nods immediately, quick to fill the plate up again but this time with more on it so you had a big plate to help fill you up and gain nutrition.

"Of course, she needs all the nutrition she can get. She's allowed as much as she wants." Seokjin says before handing him back the plate full of food. 

"Here give her this. It's electrolytes. It will help hydrate her too." Jungkook says quickly popping an electrolyte tablet into a glass of water and handing it to Taehyung. They wanted to provide to you in any way they could. Nurse you back to health. Health you most likely haven't had in a very long time.

"Has she spoken properly to you yet?" Namjoon asks hesitantly and Taehyung shakes his head disheartened.

"No. Not properly. Her voice is so soft though. It's pretty. I could listen to her for hours. The only thing I've gotten is her diet was pellets, she asked why I was giving her human food and her name. Her name is Y/N. It's such a pretty name like her." Taehyung sighs. He felt a deep attachment to you and he couldn't understand why.

"It is indeed. Yoongi can check the system now for any hybrids registered under that name and her hybrid breed. Do her bandages need changing?" Jungkook asks and Taehyung shakes his head.

"No not yet but will most likely need to later tonight." 

Taehyung takes his leave and Yoongi had already opened his laptop to search the system. It couldn't wait until tomorrow. The sooner they started. The better. They needed to see if you were in the system and under an ‘owner’. 

“I can’t guarantee I’ll find anything but it’ll be a start of ticking things off. If someone treats a Hybrid like this, then they’re not going to want their name in the system.” Yoongi sighs as he begins searching the system. He hoped he found something, even if it was the smallest piece of information. They needed something.

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“Hey Y/N, I’ve got you more food and some water…” Taehyung says frowning as he enters the room and sees you sat staring at yourself in the mirror that hung across from you. You looked vacant and empty. As if there was no one behind your eyes. He was concerned.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asks slowly placing the drink and food on the bedside table beside you before moving away so he didn’t scare you and kneeling so his height didn’t intimidate you as you look at him. What was going on in that sweet head of yours?

“I should not eat anymore s-sir. I will gain too much weight. I was greedy. I should have not eaten the first one.” You say and Taehyung’s breath hitches. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He never wanted you to call him sir ever. He felt horrified at the thought that you weren’t skinny enough or that eating the plate of food he had given you was greedy. You had suffered terribly.

“Don’t call me sir kitty, you never have to use that here. Just call me Taehyung or Tae. You are an equal here okay? Nobody is ever going to belittle you or hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want to do. It was not greed eating that food, that is hunger and that’s okay. Hunger is normal and everybody feels it. It’s okay to gain weight, you have to because right now you’re something called malnourished, which means you’re very underweight and haven’t had the nourishment you need so please, don’t restrict yourself or feel any guilt eating. No one will be mad at you.” Taehyung says softly, he felt angry. So incredibly angry at the people who did this to you. He wanted them punished for it and when they were, he’d feel no remorse.

He could see you weren’t convinced. Not at all. Your trauma and forced bad habits were dug so deep into you that it was going to be something hard to break. He knew that just one speech wasn’t going to be enough, that through this process there were going to be good days and bad days. He couldn’t convince you on his own. It was time to introduce you to the others. Prove to you that they all weren’t like the evil humans you have met.

“Come with me, you don’t have to trust me just yet but please come downstairs with me, meet the others so I can show you we aren’t like others and if you feel too uncomfortable or overwhelmed you can come back here straight away okay? You have my word.” Taehyung says, carefully holding his hand out for you to take giving you the sweetest smile you had ever seen. You were hesitant. So damn hesitant. What if it was a trap? What if they hurt you? But the longer you stared at him and listened to his steady heartbeat the more you believed he wasn’t lying. So you took the risk. You placed your hand in his so carefully, shivering at the sensation of his warm gentle hand engulfing yours as he helps you up and begins to guide you down the stairs and into the dining room where six other men sat, pausing their conversation and staring at you and Taehyung in surprise. You were startled by the sudden attention, letting out a tiny squeak and slipping behind Taehyung to hide. Their hearts melt at the sight, you were so cute and small.

“We’ve come down to talk to everyone so she can meet you all. To see that she is safe in this home. Kitten won’t eat anymore because she thinks she isn’t allowed to gain weight. Come on Y/N you’re okay, let’s sit down to talk, no one will hurt you or shout okay?” Taehyung murmurs before gently guiding you to sit down.

“Hello, you’ve already met Tae, I’m Namjoon and this here is Jimin. We were the ones that found you can you remember?” Namjoon says kindly giving you a small smile. Right off the bat, you could tell this man was a little reserved and by the tone of his voice, he held a lot of authority. It intimidated you slightly. You shake your head, keeping your head cast down and eyes down at your hands that you nervously fiddled with. You couldn’t remember a thing.

“That’s okay! It was a hard time for you, it’s okay for you to not remember it or even want to remember it.” Jimin adds he felt awful. He could see how uncomfortable you were.

“Anyway there’s Yoongi, Seokjin, Jungkook and Hoseok. We’re all here to look after you and keep you safe alright?” Taehyung continues as you nod curtly, giving each of them quick glances so you could memorise their names to the face, all of them giving you a reassuring smile. You were stunned at how handsome they were. They were nothing like your past owners so far.

"This is a safe space Y/N. Nobody is going to shame you, hurt you, or anything like that, we don't expect you to trust us immediately and that's okay, we'll earn it. No matter how long it takes. You are cared for and safe here. You are not a pet or anything like that. You're still human just like us at the end of the day. We want to protect you and get you justice towards whoever did this to you okay? Do you understand?" Namjoon says gently sitting across from you ensuring there was distance so you felt comfortable. He wanted to give you space you've probably never had before. Let you come to him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.

"Yes, master. I understand. I promise not to make you angry." You say in a hushed voice, keeping your eyes down. You had been taught to never be loud or look your superior in the eyes as a sign of respect. And with how much authority this man held you certainly didn’t want to anger him. You didn't want to mess up. They had been so nice to you, you feared one wrong move then they would mistreat you. The boys felt nauseous hearing you sound so submissive and fearful. Calling Namjoon master.

"Little cub. We are not you're masters. You never ever have to call us that. We aren't like the others. We don't own you, we don't want anything from you nothing at all. You are your own person. Just call us by our names. We aren't superiors, we're just like you. Human. Yes, you may be part leopard too but you are also a human being. You can speak louder and freely. You're thoughts, opinions and feelings are all valid in this house okay? You can look at us. Nothing will happen. We won't ever get mad at you okay? That is something we promise." Yoongi says softly feeling his heart sink into his stomach. You have so much trauma and fear built up that you really did think all humans were the same. And at that moment he knew. They all knew. They were going help you conquer it all and find the person you really were behind it all and they couldn't wait to see it, the real you. They were going to protect you no matter what it took.

“O-Okay Mas- I-I mean Yoongi. I’m sorry.” You fret looking up terrified that you had upset him by disobeying a rule he had given you but nothing happens he just gives you a smile and nods at you in understanding. It was going to be a hard adjustment for you they understood that.

“There are no rules here sweetpea okay? You can roam this house freely, do whatever you please we just ask you one thing. Communicate with us. Whenever you want or need anything. If you want to ask something or talk to us about anything, you can. We’re here to listen and help provide for you.” Hoseok says and you stare in surprise. Why were you being given so much freedom? 

“Like we said little one, we aren’t like those horrible people, we fight for your rights, protection and freedom. You will not be treated illy here. Please at least trust us on that.” Jungkook coos and you nod slowly, you were so overwhelmed by what they were doing so far, the kindness, gentleness, freedom and respect they were giving you. It all felt too good to be true. But as you stared at every single one of them you knew. You knew they were being truthful.

Maybe you could trust them after all.

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I'm back! Sorry it has took so long! Hopefully I will update more consistently now that everything in my life is back in my control!

I do apologize if this isn't up to your expectations, I'm a bit rusty so bare with me!

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[commander-rahrah]

So do I! I'm glad Astarion is patient with them although he does tease them XD I love the idea of him embroidering little designs whether it's stars, moon, or something else! It sounds adorable 😊 I would definitely adore letting him have the first pick of new clothes! He deserves it & it would help him separate from his past too 🤍 Thank you for sharing your thoughts because I love it so much :)

Here's my idea that I would love to hear your opinion! Just to let you know this is quite self-indulgent XD What if Astarion had five things about what GN!Reader does that frustrate & confuse him (but he's secretly grateful for it)

1. They always make eye contact with him unless there's something that requires their utmost attention

2. They always remember what he said to them like a book he mentioned briefly that he wants to read but can't find so they worked hard to find it for him or they asked if he doesn't mind continuing what he was talking about earlier before there was an interruption

3. They always ask for his consent even if it's something he suggested because they're familiar with forcing themselves to do something they don't like or they're used to being presented with the illusion of choice

4. They always thank him whether it's something like shooting down an enemy while they're too preoccupied or helping them carry some stuff

5. They won't touch him unless it's for his benefits like quickly removing a leaf from his hair that he keeps missing (that's how they know because they noticed his stiff expression & how tense his body is briefly when they did for the first time) or pulling him to safety

What do you think of it? I'm curious :3

Okay, tumblr definitely lost this one -- so sorry about that anon!

I think that with most of these, the biggest thing would be Astarion realizing that you actually are perceiving him. Seeing through any of his careful masks and facades he puts up. A lot of these things are ideas I've been slowly exploring in my fic series as Tav/Astarion's relationship grows, but I can definitely share some little thoughts about them before I post my bigger thoughts in my fic aha!

I would imagine that Tav/reader continuously making eye contact with him might make him nervous at first - he would try to figure out what you were trying to do, if you were trying to throw him off or something. Once he realized it was just because Tav/reader was genuinely interested in what he was saying, listening and watching… his mind might betray him a bit. Why did you focus on him so much? Did you like what you saw? What if you didn't? I think its something he would have to get use to as he let his guard down more and more, and began to trust Tav/reader

I think he would be floored the first time Tav/reader did something like this. If he made some off the cuff comment about wishing he had better reading material, and then the next night there was a little stack of books sitting in his tent. If you did it again, he would maybe ask in a teasing way, but secretly really really wants to know why you're doing this, "What's the big deal? Trying to bribe me?" and being even more confused when Tav/reader shrugs and tell him that they thought of him when they saw it or remembered him bringing it up. This would make him even more confused and probably tell them as such. "You get more puzzling every day."

The always asking for consent thing is actually a scene I already have written for my series Talking to the Moon - but a bit of a snippet of how it will go is essentially him getting exasperated as Tav once again asks "May I?" and he goes "Do you insist on asking that every time?". "Yes, Astarion. Every time." And even if it was his idea, I think Tav/reader would still ask. He might roll his eyes, "Darling, it was my idea." But you would explain that he can always change his mind, that consent given or promises made before can change, that in the moment it could change. That you never want him to feel like that with you, not ever, not again. So yes, you will ask every. single. time.

Gratitude is not something he is used too. His master made demands, not requests. There were no thank yous expressed to him, not ever. I think he would probably mask this one better then any of the others, flipping his hair and replying in his sassy voice that "you owe me" or "yes, I am quite something, aren't I?" But every thank you you gave him, probably healed something inside him

I think that post-confession, Tav/Reader would only ever touch Astarion without permission if it was a matter of safety, like pushing him out of the way of an arrow or for a spell, etc. And before he could say anything, they would start profusely apologizing, not trying to explain it away but then Astarion would shush them, reassuring them that he was alright, "It's okay, I'm fine. We're okay, I promise."

#commander-rahrah answers #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion/reader #astarion x reader

[3rddimension]

Lmao I saw the way Courtney was acting towards Spencer on stream and immediately knew there would be at least one ask here about it. Some people just will never let it go.

Since we're talking about body language, I wanted to say that if you watch Courtney closely she has a habit of grabbing onto people she sits next to, and as 3D pointed out, she does it to Keith and Noah all the time. I specifically remember a point in the "Magic School Bus Reunion" vid where Noah says something funny and Courtney straight up grabs his THIGH, which is usually seen as a sexual advance at least here in America, and Noah has a girlfriend! Courtney grabbing on Spencer's shoulders is incredibly inconclusive.

Also, again, as 3D pointed out, the fact that Shayne is the only one she isn't touchy with despite them being MUCH closer(even if you don't believe they're dating, there is INDISPUTABLE proof of Courtney wearing Shayne's clothes constantly) is honestly way more suspiscious. I've noticed typically when Shayne tells a joke and Courtney is sitting next to him she has a habit of leaning on him when she laughs instead. Her hands also tend to seize up like she's preventing herself from grabbing at him. You can see this a lot in the SIMS stream they did like 2 months ago.

(Also, PS, I saw somebody try and debunk the whole clothes thing once by suggesting that maybe Courtney was just wearing Shayne's hand-me-downs. However, Courtney was caught wearing Shayne's ASU sweatshirt, an item that I couldn't imagine him giving away if it still fit him, and sure enough he was wearing it again in a Reddit Stories Vid like within the past 3 months I think, months after Courtney was caught wearing it.)

All. of. this.

The super obvious one is on the Only Up livestream when Court was subconsciously trying to hold Shayne's shoulder but she caught herself before it happened. (On 2:50) So she's obviously trying to hide her affection on the screen.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hello!!

How are you?

I’ve been feeling stressed out about a lot of things recently and everytime I’ve felt like this in the past it’s you who always helps me out! So I’m back… (not sure it’s a good thing)

Ok so firstly let’s discuss my sexuality. So for the past 3 years I’ve identified as bisexual. I basically like all genders but do have a preference. For example, I am more attracted to masc presenting people than fem presenting people, but I also prefer queer people more often than not. Does this make sense?

This makes me bi, right? Bc I have preference?, bc sometimes I wonder if I could be pan, but pansexual is with no preference (?)

Alrighty, second thing on my mind is the dreaded gender. I’ve been questioning for about 10 months now and I feel like I’ve made progress and I wanted to talk to you about it! So I was that anon and go was spamming your asks back in like December and January bc I was so confused about what gender identity I could be. I asked about almost all of them and you truely helped me so much!

I thought I was faking it as I’m like older than most people when working this stuff out (19), but you reassured me that I wouldn’t be faking it if it was keeping me up. You also said I could be genderfluid, like you. I remember you said you had similar experience to what I was describing: I did look into that and it’s still something I think about. I know I’m not cis. Sometimes I do relate to being a ‘girl’ (as uncomfortable as that makes me feel, it’s the truth). (I am afab). I know I’m definitely not a man. And I had thoughts that I could be agender.

I’ve come to conclusion that I am non-binary, possibly genderfluid, in which fluctuates from agender to demigirl to nonbinary. (Still discovering it all though). I just wanted to come on here and thank you so much for all the help and guidance that you provided! It really means a lot and you are the most amazing human in the world for that! 🫶🏼

Ok now lastly I am a uni student, and I have placement in 2 weeks. I’m going to a school to teach… yes I’m going to be a teacher (like you!) Clothes were the initial issue with placement as clothes always make me feel dysphoric, but you helped me with that as well! The thing that’s keeping me up lately is the title of what the students will call me. Most teachers go by Ms/Miss/Mrs/Mr and then their last names. I don’t want that. I know I’ll end up being called Ms ______, which makes me sad. What do students call you? Do you think it’s bad if I just tell them I want to be called by my first name or is that unprofessional? I know this is silly and I shouldn’t be overthinking it but it’s making me feel uncomfortable and sad so I thought I’d ask you for advice. (I also don’t know how I feel about Mx being used for me).

Again Cas, thank you for all the help you have provided me these last few months! I am so glad I found your blog when I did bc you have helped me in more ways than I ever could have imagined! I am so so grateful for you and I hope you have everything you want in life bc you deserve it!

Enjoy your day/night :)

Hi!!!

Yes, I remember you!

Okay so for sexuality...I think this is a matter of opinion, to be honest. Like, I've read completely different things and I am by NO means an expert. But in MY opinion? If you have the ability to be attracted to anyone, regardless of gender, that would be pan. Even if you have preferences. But if you're strictly only looking for certain genders, that would be bi. I hope that makes sense? Like there's a difference between having a preference and not being attracted at all.

I'm so glad I could help you with your gender! With teaching, have you ever considered just going by your last name? I think it might not be a good idea to go by first name, just because that brings you on a 'friend-level' and some kids will take advantage about it. But just your last name isn't gendered, and also give you some authority.

I'm so so glad I could help you, and please feel free to write again!

(Also I am naming all the anons who write to me in case they want to write in the future, and I am using a random positive affirmation generator to do so. So I dub thee: impressive anon. Enjoy your free tag!)

#ask #asks #ask cas #impressive anon

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Beautiful Anomaly (Part 2): Morpheus x FReader

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Morpheus x FemReader (present day, its a little hard to explain)

A couple of disclaimers:

1.) This is all based on the Netflix show and I have 0 background on the graphic novel it is based on (so don't expect it to be faithful);

2.) This is a fan work, the only benefit I derive from this is sharing it with the community.

Guess who got inspired and decided to upload this part earlier than expected 😂 As usual the original was way too long so I had to cut it (so yes there is inevitably a part 3 which was originally part of part 2).

Again I would like to thank everyone who loved "Beautiful Anomaly (Part 1)". To those who wants to read part 1 first (which I highly recommend since I'm not sure you could understand part 2 without the context and world building of part 1) you may read it here:

Taglist (if you want to be a part of the taglist just comment requesting so): @winxschester @true-queen-of-mischief @laydreams

You feel Jessamy travel back to the realm of the Dreaming as your physical body is asleep. Seeing the perspective of a raven travelling was an astounding experience. You vaguely remember being a bird once, but that was several eons ago. The plan was that Jessamy would tell Lucienne about what had happened and get possible back up for his rescue.

However

You suddenly feel a gust of pain in your chest. Or rather in Jessamy's chest. It's as if there was a barrier to the gates of the Dreaming.

"Ma'am, I don't understand, this wasn't a problem before." No matter how hard she pushed, the invisible barrier did not allow her to enter.

"Jessamy don't force it, can you still find your way back here?"

"I believe so, I've learned to recognize your energy. Lord Morpheus showed how and he was right; you're very easy to find." So he taught her that too eh.

You briefly awaken and Jessamy had just landed on your window sill.

"I don't understand, why was there a barrier. I don't think Lucienne would do that." You were starting to get legitimately tired when an idea popped up.

"New plan: you rest. I'll inform Lucienne when I enter the dreaming." Jessamy was tired out and simply nodded before gathering some of your clothes and making a bed for herself.

Once you find yourself in the Dreaming, you do your best to summon Lucienne into your part of the Dreaming realm.

However

Something doesn't seem right. It's almost as if you were in a barrier as well. Or rather your dream has been isolated from the dreaming realm.

This can't be because Morpheus is not there. There have been a handful of times when he would meet you or Death outside of the Dreaming in the past and it was nothing like this. Based on what Jessamy has told you, they weren't gone for that long so it shouldn't have any effect on the dreaming realm.

You try transporting yourself to the library. Even if Lucienne isn't there, it was a reliable place to leave a message for Mervyn to deliver to her. But alas you weren't able to do so either.

You wake up puzzled.

"Any luck ma'am?"

"No Jessamy, it seems I too am subject of the barrier. Or rather my area of dreaming is now isolated and beyond my own imagination, I couldn't contact anyone from the castle." Jessamy tilted her head, discerning.

"Maybe ma'am your part of the Dreaming was somehow moved to the waters. Since it has been awhile since you were actively there, your dreams are now in the waters where everyone else dreams are stored. Perhaps that is why you can't summon anyone." She has a point.

"Have you recovered your strength?" You see Jessamy nod back at you.

"Go back to the place where he is imprisoned. Be discreet. The point is to observe the layout of the place, and the habits of those that guard him. No engagement of any kind. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am." And she flew off, using what little of the Dreaming realm she could use to cut short the distance from your place to his prison.

While she was spying and recording the layout of the mansion, you start your own part of preparations.

Fortunately, you were born into a wealthy family and it was no problem for you to access it. You were an only child of your parents, the sole grandchild of your paternal grandfather who was part of the new money in his generation which later on you reap and benefit from his passing. Among the grandchildren of your maternal grandfather, you were the only woman, and this lead to both your still alive maternal grandparents to spoil you in whatever way they can. For being people of old money wealth, they were surprisingly supportive when you told them how you wanted to visit England. You did your best not to roll your eyes at how loudly your grandfather was thinking that maybe you could finally find a husband.

This wasn't a social vacation. It was an intelligence operation.

Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself anyway. That it was only that and nothing more.

Jessamy returned to you and together you made a rough draft of the layout that she has observed so far.

"His tools are hidden somewhere, but I can't tell where."

"We'll worry about his tools when he's out."

"I see, oh and I've managed to see the title of the spell book they used." You write down the spell book for a later visit to the library.

"Have you seen him?" She nods sadly. You could already sense the images that she gives you from her mind.

He was trapped in a glass sphere. Still within the magical circle that captured him. Now they've also added a moat of water surrounding him. The guards that watch are alert, but you can tell that they are sleep deprived.

You were about to ask, but a pill bottle was opened and you were able to see enough to be able to read the label.

Forced March

To keep them awake and to prevent them from falling asleep. You don't know all of the ingredients, but you do recall the drug was made with extracting caffeine from both coffee beans and tea leaves and blended with other things to further stimulate the nervous system.

Apart from that, based on what Jessamy has heard: They've recruited enough members into their group to make sure that no one is sleep deprived for long and that each set of guards has had more than adequate amounts of sleep.

The bad news, Morpheus cannot use his power of dreams.

"The Corinthian must have informed them on how to bind and imprison him. My poor lord." You hear the despair in her thoughts. You silently agreed that its the rogue nightmare who has taken initiative to help them imprison his master so he may roam about free.

The good news, if they want to stay awake and have only conscious thoughts then so be it. His weakness, was your strength and well within your abilities.

You just need to make your way to London and be within radius of the imprisonment at the very least. It would be better if you were on location but that's too dangerous and risky. Especially if they have wards, and other unseen magical protection that could harm you if you used your abilities carelessly. The spell book Jessamy saw was one of many, and you weren't taking that risk.

Or at least not uninformed.

If you were going to be on location, at most its to see if you can talk to him using conscious thoughts, and to think of possible escape routes.

For awhile this was yours and Jessamy's routine, you did on the ground research while she spied the manor and what they were doing to Morpheus. You were making arrangements for having enough clothes and resources to be able to go to London for a couple of months at least.

At this point you didn't care if you have to sleep with some son of an aristocratic family and marry into one just to stay in London. If anything it will finally make your grandfather shut up about a husband, and you can be closer to Morpheus.

Not in that way. You mean that in a professional manner. The world would be destroyed if dreams and nightmares could just escape and walk in the waking world.

Or at least that's what you told yourself.

When the time came for you to finally travel to London (albeit with your parents and grandparents but they respect you enough to allow you to roam alone), you can feel Jessamy's excitement in the possibility that Morpheus may finally be free.

You keep telling her that this is still intelligence gathering.

"But there's hope ma'am, hope that we can finally free him." If she was human, you could easily imagine her jumping up and down and running around the room fueled by her excitement.

You didn't have the heart to dash her hopes.

It's not that you weren't an optimist. You like to view yourself as a realistic optimist. Is there a chance that you two could successfully get him out? Yes. Was that chance very small? Also yes. But is there a chance to further spy on them? Very much so.

When you arrived in London and was introduced to aristocratic circles that knew your grandparents, news began to spread about a party in the manor of Burgess.

The place where Morpheus was imprisoned.

"That old creep? Why would anyone want to attend his parties?" scoffs one of the bachelors that you were introduced to.

"Hey now, a party is a party. Especially one wherein I could get away from these old farts." says a woman who is the same age as you, but you turned 19 a few months before her. Apparently the consensus among aristocrats of your generation was that Burgess was a strange man, part of the occult and mystic arts, and that doing anything associated with him is considered to be ungentlemanlike or unladylike.

In short, the perfect place for new aristocrats to rebel against the former generation while being hedonistic.

The perfect cover up for an intelligence mission.

"Is there a party tonight?" You ask taking a sip of the white wine in your glass.

"No, but there's one on Saturday." the woman says to you.

"Then I guess we know where we'll be on Saturday." you give them a smirk as you take a drink from water to balance out the alcohol.

"Oh forget it you two. It's by invitation only."

"No, based from what I know, its only the first hundred to arrive."

"No! Its-" you no longer followed the argument. You got what you need anyway. Later that night in the privacy of your bedroom balcony as you pretend to be writing in your journal while you and Jessamy were conversing as quietly as you can. She was seated on the chair beside you, hidden away from most perspectives except for anyone looking from above.

"Again, what's going to happen on Saturday?" From your periphery, you could see her raising her head through the movement of her beak.

"An intelligence mission."

"What is the objective?"

"Observe and report."

"Observe and report what?"

"Any possible routes that were hidden off that we can use."

"Is that all?"

"...no" she says uneasily. She's forgotten something.

"Check on Morpheus-"

"CHECK ON LORD MORPHEUS!" You could hear her internally berate herself for forgetting that part.

"Jessamy, focus. There's no guarantee that I myself can physically check on him. I need to stay within the party so no one suspects. And for your safety, be discreet." You keep your voice gentle but firm. Enough to show that you're not angry, but firm enough to call her focus.

"But how are you going to communicate with him?"

"If he's awake, I'll project my conscious thoughts to him. If he's asleep, I'll use the energy of the conscious thoughts around me to wake him up."

"And if he doesn't respond?"

"Then at least we'll know that the glass sphere also blocks off telepathy of any kind before actually rescuing him." CRASH! A sound breaks your conversation with Jessamy, startling her into almost flying out for safety. You take large steps towards your door and open it slightly to see what's going on.

You see your grandfather was responsible for the now broken glass set. But this time you've noticed that your grandma wouldn't mind. From what you could see, he's in tears and your grandma embraces him and cries with him.

"Avery is dead!"

"Shh, my love we don't know. The letter says he has the sleeping sickness that's all."

"But Jane, no one has awaken from that. It's an early death sentence."

"My love, have hope, maybe he'll be the first one to wake up." Your grandfather couldn't find it himself to reply as he continues to weep in your grandma's arms.

Your heart breaks for him.

The sleeping sickness was only a confirmation to what you've already known since Jessamy told you that Morpheus was imprisoned.

The waking world is suffering, because the world of the unconscious is out of control without their master. You may not know the true extent of what that entails, but it was important now that Morpheus returns home to the Dreaming.

Even if he had hurt you and your feelings.

This was no longer about you, the being. It was about the world you lived in.

You take one last glance before giving your grandparents-your grandfather-the privacy he needs to weep and grieve. To mourn a dear friend of his and grandma. You may not personally know who this Avery is. But nevertheless he has made an impact large enough to make a normally jolly man weep.

You give yourself time to reflect. You never thought you would be back in Britain. Your previous lifetime before this one was rather short and tragic. A woman who had cancer who died before she could really have a life. Died in poverty and was probably thought to be insane for most of her life. People could later on debate if you really were insane or if the society just brushed poor women like you under the rug to be ignored.

The only reason why you were even able to make it to 20 was because of a good doctor who was one of the few who didn't mind keeping you company. You and he exchanged thoughts and he was one of the few who still gave you some sense of dignity for a patient whom everyone thought was just insane. You asked him why one day. When he could be doing anything else in the world, he chooses to spend time with a sickly woman who was worthless in the eyes of society.

"I don't think you are worthless."

"Why is that doctor?"

"Because unlike many people, you and your stories are interesting and captivating."

"You have interesting stories too doctor. I think you have no idea how your stories have really encouraged me to do my best to live."

"I never thought a story about a mysterious murder victim would have that effect on you."

"It makes me want to know more. And I can only know more if I do my best to live." You stop briefly coughing as he rubs your back. He has already given you your medicine earlier, there was nothing else he could medically do at this point. Looking back, you suspect that maybe he stayed with you because he knew the power of the mind to prevail. Especially when it has company with similar interests.

"It seems like you are one of the few people who think that way. Everyone else thinks that its too confusing."

"Have you tried showing the logic behind how he connected the clues?" He gives you a sad smile.

"I don't think people would like going into the more technical details. Especially if they are outsiders to certain industries. Even those inside would simply think about work and would just be bored to death."

"Is Moby Dick one of your inspirations doctor?" He laughs as he shakes his head.

"Absolutely not, its a fiction that I detest. I couldn't get passed all the industry specific details about whaling."

"Well that's good to know. Maybe its the way you present it doctor. I quite enjoy the story, but I especially love how you would explain the patterns leading up to the killer. Maybe there is a common ground wherein you could write all the details, while keeping it so interesting." You cough once again, this time harder. He gives you warm water with honey to soothe your throat.

"I'll tell you what doctor. What if you could tell it to me first, and then I'll tell you when it gets confusing. Then you could explain it further to me and why it is so important to finding out who the killer is." He pondered briefly in thought before you could sense a warm sense of companionship from his conscious thoughts.

"Very well, I shall have to pay tribute and credit you as my co-author."

"No, doctor I'm not. This is your story, I just want to help make it audience friendly that's all." It wouldn't do you good to simply be sidelined. Based on recent history and how society tends to treat female writers, you're happy to remain an anonymous collaborator.

"That simply won't do. Please tell me how I can give you credit." You think for awhile as you take a breath to calm yourself after a coughing fit.

"When you become successful, can you make me a character in one of your stories?"

"Of course, shall I put your name?"

"No, I don't like my name in this lifetime. May I change it?" You whispered what was your preferred name and preferred profession.

Afterwards his doctor visits also became editing sessions to that now famous story. You weren't able to read it back then. Most of the substantial meat in the story was finished. He just needed to arrange it into the story you got so invested in. You sensed that Death was about to arrive, that you signed your last note to the good doctor whom you have confided in plenty of things. How thanks to help and insight, you were no longer jealous of Hob Gabling.

"He may not want to admit it, and he may not even recognize it. But we all search for companionship at some point. You say he is very empathetic but rigid?"

"Yes, he hurt my feelings by not going to me. And yet I can't blame him for his rigidness because its a way for him to be in control. Otherwise, the world would come to an end."

"Then maybe its because that's one of the few ways he can show he cares."

"He's had women come to his bed who felt loved. I could hardly believe he's ignorant of this fact."

"But have you considered that he admires you so much, because to him you're a phenomenon that is a mystery to him. And rather than unlocking that mystery, he chooses to accept that there are some things that are beyond his understanding. And would rather admire it from afar, than simply be confused by the things you could do and the stories you create." The good doctor has a point. But it was only later on in your last few hours that you could finally admit it to yourself.

"It still wouldn't have hurt to ask me though." He chuckled as he places a thermometer in your mouth.

"I may not be him, but I would like to apologize on behalf of ignorant men everywhere."

You let tears of happiness fall as you write your last note to the good doctor. Even if you wouldn't be associated with this story, even if you were unnamed from his biography, his companionship in this lifetime was worth so much more than the fame that you sensed would arrive soon after.

Dear Dr. Doyle.

Thank you for your companionship

I hope to be remembered not as a sick woman who had a short tragic life. I don't want to be remembered as someone who was unimportant. But a woman who just loved talking about stories and sharing them with you. I want to be remembered as the character you will someday write within the stories you create. I hope that I was an equal in the stories we share.

Once you eliminate all other possibilities, then what remains is the truth. No matter how improbable.

Thank you so much

Signed

Irene Adler, Opera singer, probable spy.

The woman

You hear someone call your name as you return back to the present. The good doctor has kept his promise. You smile briefly as you spot a bookstore along the way promoting that it had copies of the Sherlock Holmes novels. The good doctor may not know who you are in this lifetime but you never forgot him. You helped him in refining the skill of analysis and deduction.

Now it was time to use them in this rescue mission.

As you step down from the carriage, you spot Jessamy in your periphery.

'Jessamy you are a bit obvious, I could still spot you.'

'Oh sorry ma'am.' You give a discreet look at where she was previously. You could no longer visually see her, but based on your bond she's backed up into the shadows and had remained much more still.

Good, it's still too early for her to attempt to go inside. The sun has just gone down, and night was still coming but not yet here. Your group of the new generation's aristocrats were able to get a privileged invitation and were able to arrive early, ensuring that you would be able to get in.

You play the flirt, the wide-eyed naivete who has never been to a mystical place. You were sheltered, you explained. At most the wonders that you've seen were only what was discussed in the public journals. This predictably had them eating out of your hand.

To be safe you need to check if your powers interfered with the wards and other potential magic that was in this place. You gently use a small amount of it on your companions. That way if it was obvious, you could say that it was the Burgess Manor that was doing it and not you. Also by using it first on your own companions, there's less of a chance that any guards would be alarmed at the potential of having a being with supernatural powers within their midst.

You make sure to look away as you gently tap the minds of your companions. At the same time you use your senses to check if there's any detection by the occultists.

No reaction so far.

That looks promising.

There were also no signs from your companions that they felt you in their minds, simply reaching out to their conscious thoughts.

Good. If you can reap their energy amidst being in the party, then you just might be able to communicate with Morpheus. You need to be gentle enough that their brains would mistake it as a subconscious thought. But you need much more people before attempting to do it to communicate.

You also need to be sure that among the occultists they didn't have magic barriers, or if they did, such barriers wouldn't react to what you were doing. In theory it shouldn't be the case. With enough people, you just need even just one or two surface level thoughts from them. You weren't trying to attack their minds, just travel through them and get a little bit of energy along the way.

And if you can help it, you would stay away from the mind of Roderick Burgess. It is too risky and if he began to suspect any supernatural mental presence, it would undermine all that you and Jessamy have done so far.

From the periphery of the window, the night was finally beginning. You send a message to Jessamy that in awhile she should infiltrate the manor. She will be the judge of when that is. She sends back a thought that she had heard the message.

More people enter the manor for the party. More minds to tap into. If the place were overflowing with outside people, then there is a high chance that you don't need to tap into the minds of the occultists.

Speaking of the occultists, there were definitely a few who were on guard duty. About 12 to be exact based on where their minds were. 10 were guarding the prison proper where Morpheus was located. Morpheus, who was resting but very much conscious, was in the center based on the positions. You feel some of them think rather loudly how miserable they were that they were going to miss the party. 2 of the occultists were guarding the entrance to the prison. Probably in case of a rogue partygoer accidentally wanders into their midst.

Once the manor was filled with plenty of visitors, and the gates were closed to anyone who wasn't able to go in, that was the time you began to do your job. Fortunately for you, there was lively music playing, delicious food served in a buffet style that was normally reserved for luncheons. All things that could make people a lot more energetic and would allow you to have less effort.

There was also unsurprisingly alcohol which for your purposes was a double-edged sword. On one hand, if enough people was intoxicated then they wouldn't really notice your presence in their minds. On the other hand, alcohol being a depressant meant that their conscious thoughts would have less energy and would require more effort from you. The more effort you exert, the higher the chances that you would get caught by one of the occultists, if not by Burgess himself.

If nothing else happens tonight, the least you could do was suggest the presence of some stimulants to make the next party even livelier.

Jessamy was able to infiltrate the premises through an unused chimney. How she was able to travel down the chimney, you have no idea.

'Remember be discreet' you send to her. It was still too early to do anything to help Morpheus that wasn't planned.

'I will ma'am' a part of you wonders if she's getting annoyed at you being cautious or maybe it was your almost constant reminding.

Probably both.

You engage in the festivities, or rather you did the average amount of activities that would throw anyone suspicious of you off. You drank enough alcohol to be tipsy, but not inebriated. You drank lots of water and had eaten a lot of the food offered. Before leaving you also made sure to have taken a heavy meal just in case. You danced enough dances to at least 5 different songs. The men were rather astounded by your stamina on the dance floor. You teased them enough to suggest something more, but your words alone couldn't implicate you in anything scandalous.

Or at least nothing that was scandalous beyond the norm for a rebellious aristocratic woman.

No one questioned why you needed to rest and take a breath in a less crowded area, but was still a part of the party area of the manor. Some men followed you, but after acting too tired to do anything beyond flirting, they left you. In order to get yourself to be alone, you pretended to be drowsy and sleepy.

The irony of that doesn't escape you. You were more awake than ever. The energy from the conscious minds that were nearby was almost like a double espresso shot that made you want to move around.

You take a breath, gently tapped the the minds of the party goers. For tonight you decide to avoid using any of the minds of the occultists. The information you and Jessamy had were still lacking, and when there were any doubts as to what you should do, you would pick caution. Fortunately, the night was still young and not too many people were drunk yet. It didn't take you much effort to gather energy from their conscious thoughts and to have your message travel to Morpheus.

Jessamy had just arrived too in the prison proper. Her movements slower and more stealthier than what you've felt from her before.

'Jessamy, do you think you could still talk to Morpheus?'

'I thought that was your job?'

'Try talking with him first, then I'll try it with mine. Either way I'll still feel it.' Through Jessamy's eyes you see that Morpheus was very much awake despite him lying down. His eyes were glaring at his guards.

'Lord Morpheus, its Jessamy. If you can hear me sit down.' You await.

He remains where he is, glaring at the guards.

'Ma'am I'm going to try moving closer.'

'How close are you planning?'

'I'll try going in the area.'

'No'

'But ma'am'

'Safety first, there are too many guards around him. I haven't tapped into their minds yet but their thoughts are loudly thinking about the party and how stuck they feel.' Thinking quickly you suddenly get an idea.

'Jessamy, more or less how far are you from Morpheus?'

'I don't know, about one tree?' her brain gives you a reference to what tree she's referring to.

So about a couple of meters and a half more or less.

'Stay where you are. I'll try to use you as a conduit to talk to Morpheus.' You feel her settle down and blend in more with the darkness as you gather the energy of the conscious minds of the party.

'Morpheus, its me. If you can hear me, sit down.' You then gently send the message travelling through the conscious minds of the party goers and when it arrives in Jessamy's mind, you add power to project it on to him.

Now you await through Jessamy's eyes.

It didn't seem like he heard you.

Time to try a different tactic.

You were about to pull out of Jessamy's mind when through her eyes, you see Morpheus look at Jessamy's way. His eyes no longer glaring. But it's an expression that you couldn't read.

'You're here?' Jessamy was about to fly with joy when you sternly reminded her through your own bond to be still.

'With Jessamy, I'm speaking with you through her and the other party goers.'

'LORD MORPHEUS I'M SO GLAD WE CAN TALK!' You can feel him send her feelings of affection in reassurance.

'How are you? Jessamy please be still, the party is starting to wind down and people are starting to get drunk. I won't be able to use their consciousness much longer without possibly getting caught.'

'Sorry Ma'am.'

'Suffering. That's all I can say. I've been suffering.'

'We'll try to get you out of there but you'll have to be patient.'

'Have you tried telling Lucienne?'

'We've tried but it seems there's a barrier preventing Jessamy from going back to the realm proper and preventing me from calling for Lucienne.'

'The spell that's keeping me contained here must have had an effect on you, through your bond with Jessamy. I couldn't go to the dreaming when I tried resting.'

'That would explain some things.' You start to feel less energized. People are now falling asleep, getting drunk, or both.

'Morpheus, Jessamy and I need to go now, I'm starting to lose-'

'I understand.' You feel him briefly pause before continuing.

'Be careful you two.'

'We will Lord Morpheus.'

'Thank you, Morpheus.' and with that you pull out of Jessamy's mind and she slowly flies out of the prison proper. For your part you slowly open your eyes. It was just in time too. Not too far, you sense a couple go into a private spot for carnal activities.

You normally wouldn't mind, but right now you had to analyze what information you now had. And you can't do that within this space.

But you can't quite leave just yet. That would be too suspicious.

'Jessamy, go ahead without me. I can't leave the party yet.'

'Will you be alright Ma'am?'

'Yes, go to my bedroom and record what we've learned tonight.' You can sense her confused.

'I'm a raven ma'am. I don't know how to write.' You roll your eyes internally. It turns out she wasn't observant to how you recorded details.

'Do you remember the diary I would keep?'

'Yes'

'It's an enchanted object. Simply open a blank page and step on it. It will record what you want to say. It will be done recording your thoughts when you see your name appear at the bottom of the text.'

'Oh' With that she flies away from the Burgess Manor grounds and you proceed to see if there's still any alcoholic beverages left to be consumed. You weren't actually going to drink all of it, but you drank enough to make people think you were drunk.

No one needed to know that you threw plenty of alcohol to either the bushes, the chamber pots, or even to the couch that you were sitting on just to be convincing.

You and Jessamy meet inside your bedroom this time. You're not sure if you were followed, even though you took precautions to pretend to be drunk and inebriated that the hosts had to call a carriage to bring you home.

"Okay, so the glass is not there to prevent psychic attacks."

"Perhaps Ma'am, its to prevent Lord Morpheus from being able to touch the ground and prevent him from using any sand."

"Good point. But what I am confused by is how the ritual circle is protecting everyone else from him."

"Maybe it's just restraining him. After all how else are they able to put him in a glass sphere otherwise?" There's something else that you just couldn't put your hands on. You sigh before turning towards Jessamy.

"I don't know why, but it feels like we are missing something."

"That's why it's an intelligence mission right? To learn more. But oh ma'am this is wonderful, see there is hope that we could rescue him."

A part of you hopes that you would live up to such expectation.

The next intelligence operation is seeing what was the minimum radius required for the two of you to be able to communicate with Morpheus. You're still not willing to risk a surprise counter attack among the occultists. Which is why you're prioritizing this experiment over actually going inside the property again. You didn't like the energy that permeated there. And if either you or Jessamy could avoid going to the Burgess Manor unnecessarily, the better.

Not too far from the Manor was an inn that was large enough to have a lot of people. The more conscious people the better. Around the inn were also various restaurants that catered to the guests of the inn. Both restaurants catered to very different tastes. One, in your honest opinion, was a bastardization of Indian Cuisine. It wasn't spicy enough to bring you memories from when you were living there. But then again, those were the times when you were born male. The second restaurant, was what you would call English cuisine with French techniques. Not too bad, and probably more in line with the general tastes.

It was definitely better than the obvious bastardization of the other.

Now this lead to another conundrum.

While you were from the aristocratic class and have established yourself as part of the rebellious new generation. That didn't mean you could just ignore all mores.

You will need to find a husband.

You expected this since that was one of the conditions that granted you travel to London in the first place. You weren't new to marriage of conveniences. But a part of you wished that you could be able to rescue Morpheus, go back to Quebec, and die an old lady writer who due to her wealth and status wasn't pressured to be married.

But based on the many surprises that you sensed in the Burgess Manor even among the relative safety of a party, to be able to rescue him, would take a longer time than expected.

"You can't just do that Ma'am."

"Softer Jessamy, we don't know who could be listening." You give her a pointed look as you two were at your desk with your enchanted diary.

"But ma'am, well what if you hurt his feelings?"

"Jessamy aristocrats are used to marriage of conveniences. It's first and foremost a contract with the transfer of property. Don't worry I just need to find the right one who would let me do as I please." Jessamy sits down and looks at you with a concerned expression on her face.

"Ma'am, I think you and I both know who I mean." You take a breath. You had suspected for awhile that Jessamy might have mistaken your actions of rescuing Morpheus as signs of romantic affection. Despite your own feelings, you were pretty certain that they were unrequited.

"Jessamy, whatever you are thinking, stop it now. It's never been like that between Morpheus and I." You hate to do this, but this thinking must be nipped in the bud before proceeding. This was a delicate mission as it is. Especially when you were trying your best to keep the two of you alive.

"But he calls you 'Beautiful Anomaly', doesn't that show that he cares for you?"

"Jessamy ... I can't speak on behalf of Morpheus. I may be the creator of conscious thought but even I don't know what he thinks of me. Beings can care about other beings without being in love with them. And based on my mistakes from some of my past lifetimes, its safer to not assume things." If ravens could cry, Jessamy may have begun right there and then.

"You're his raven, he cares about you too Jessamy."

"But it feels different with you. There's a certain tone he uses whenever he talks about you. Almost like reverence mixed with affection." She looks up at you with a distraught expression.

"Surely that has to mean something. You also created emotion ma'am, surely that shows he has feelings for you."

Oh dear.

You really don't want to hurt her feelings.

But the burden was on you as someone who understood the nuances and follies of emotions.

All you can do now is to gently remove that illusion from her mind.

"Jessamy, feelings and emotions can come and go. Yes sometimes they may last longer than most, but its part of living life to feel." You take a breath because you know this would break her.

"But just because there are feelings of affection doesn't mean that there are also feelings of romantic love."

"But-but how can that be? Surely there must be -" she was at a loss for words.

You continue on.

"Jessamy, my most successful marriages throughout my entire existence had one thing in common. Love was a choice, not just a feeling." Despite her thoughts being upset at what you have to say, you could tell that she was still listening.

"There comes a time in a relationship wherein your attraction for each other fades, and you are blatantly reminded of how imperfect beings you both are. The difference lies in whether you choose to work together to resolve any issues you both have, or if you want to leave...if you can leave that is." You lower yourself down to her eye level.

"But Jessamy, that choice is not made alone. To do so would remove the other's freedom to choose. And that eventually becomes resentment and hate. While there are rules and lines that I may cross sometimes, the agency of any being - any being's freedom to choose is one that I won't cross."

"Including Lord Morpheus?"

"Especially him. Especially now that he now has a taste of what's it like to lose that freedom." You can sense her contemplating something.

"But ma'am, why did you choose to help me rescue him if you didn't love him?" There was hope in her thoughts. Hope that maybe my feelings alone could change eons of how he has treated me.

You sadly know the contrary.

"My feelings for him have changed Jessamy. A part of me will still have feelings for him. But those are nothing except my own burden to deal with." You pause for a bit to check if she is still listening to you. She was but it was in despair.

"I chose to help you, because I want to show him that I'm not mad at him anymore. Whether he actually apologizes to me or not, that is something beyond my control. But no one should be robbed of their freedom and be made to suffer like he is suffering right now." You sit up before you open your palms and wait for her to hop in. With gentleness you bring her up to your own eyes.

"Are we clear?"

"...clear" Jessamy says reluctantly.

It's okay.

You just hope that now that you've set things straight, she will not take it against you for marrying someone else. She doesn't have to like whomever becomes your husband, but it is the security you two need to stay in England.

Without a spouse you can't do your radius experiment; instead you go to the next party being held in the manor. Same arrangement, only this time, there were stimulants available to the party guests. And because there were other people who lead the liveliness of the party, you could get away with the bare minimum of socializing.

You still danced your heart away though. This time with multiple male partners who you knew were bachelors.

Good exposure but you felt that none of them were a suitable spouse to your needs. These were young men that had high libidos and loved being in control. None of them would do no matter how excellent dancers and conversationalists they are.

You observe the occultists that were present. To someone who wasn't looking, it seemed they were aloof and preferred to watch from the sidelines.

But that's not what you see.

You see their eyes hold a hunger and excitement that they reigned in. You could even feel some of them look at you with lust as you looked curiously at them.

They weren't being aloof. They were waiting for their targets to be exhausted before they joined in and claimed them as prey.

Perhaps you could use this as an advantage.

Not to marry one of them, but to check if they have magical barriers also in their minds that you should be aware of.

'Be careful ma'am' You can hear the disapproval Jessamy has with that idea. She may not like that you were expressing some amount of interest in other people, but in this case it was really necessary.

Besides, you don't have to actually do anything.

You manage to pair off with one of the occultists. And you manage to convinced him that you two should be alone.

In a place that was near the entrance of the prison cells.

Once you two were alone, you used your powers to manipulate his conscious thoughts. In his mind, the two of you were engaging in carnal pleasure and that he was the best lover you've ever had.

How predictable.

What was actually happening was that you were standing up while he was writhing by himself on the floor. While his conscious mind was busy masturbating his body, you were scanning his brain for any magical surprises and barriers that may interfere with your work.

The only thing that existed in his brain was a magical barrier for the subconscious. There was also the normal anti-brainwashing protection measures that was necessarily part of the subconscious magical barrier, but nothing so far concerning conscious thoughts.

Speaking of conscious thoughts, he was also a high ranking member. Not the very top, but close to there.

This was promising. But inconclusive as to what possible mental surprises those superior to him may have.

Once you've finally allowed him to have his release that was strong enough to bring him to sleep, you then proceed to be in a crowded place. There was an act going on and clearly some of the party goers decided to put on an impromptu show. You hide yourself in the shadows pretending to be drunk and passed out. When you weren't bothered for awhile, you then reached out to Jessamy. You wanted to test if you could still hear him as clearly if you were amidst very stimulated and very conscious minds. You may be farther from him than last time, but you were closer to your source of power. You felt Jessamy there. She has been waiting awhile but you also sensed that she and Morpheus had been talking while waiting for you.

'Can you still hear me through Jessamy?'

'Yes I can. Jessamy has been telling me what you two have learned so far.'

'I want to try something, if it is fine with you. I would like to try to contact you directly from where I am.'

'You're not in the same place as last time?'

'No, I'm further away. But I'm closer to the party, the source of my power to talk with you.'

'Oh I don't mind being a conduit ma'am.'

'Jessamy we need to test this so that I can prioritize your safety.'

'She's right Jessamy. The people here have seen you flying nearby a couple of times. I've not given them any indication that we know each other, but they are starting to suspect you.' With reluctance you feel Jessamy pull away.

You take a breath and redirect your energy. This time instead of sending your thoughts to Jessamy, you send it to Morpheus.

'If you can hear me, tell Jessamy without responding to this directly.' Not long after, you feel Jessamy make confirmation that you've made contact with Morpheus.

'Am I as clear to you as I was to Jessamy?'

'You are actually clearer to me now than when you were using Jessamy as a conduit.'

'She's been very excited at the possibility that you might be getting out right away. No matter how many times I've told her that if we are doing this safely, it will be far longer than what she's been expecting.'

'And you? Given the last time we've spoke...are you also excited when I will be free?' Of all the questions he had to ask now, it had to be that one.

'Of course, no one deserves to be imprisoned and to have their freedom deprived from them. You know my stance in that.' You can feel an uncertainty in his conscious thoughts.

'Do you still hate me?'

'No. No, I don't hate you anymore.' You could feel that his mood had lightened.

'But we can discuss that once you have been freed. Now is not the time.'

'Then how are you able to talk with me longer than last time?'

'I'm the one who suggested the stimulants in the party. The more awake and stimulated they are, the less effort I need to do.' You can feel his approval of your choices so far.

'What do Jessamy and I need to do to set you free?'

'Either find a way to break the sphere and the ritual circle containing me, or make someone fall asleep in my presence. Once they enter the dreaming, I can take over from there.' You ponder a bit before you feel your power draining.

'I have a question about that but it will have to wait. The party is starting to sleep.'

'Of course, and thank you for what you're doing.' You begin to shake your head "awake" but not before sending one last message to him.

'Don't thank me yet. It might be awhile.'

With this new information, progress seemed to be made. You were guarded in your hope that maybe you could free him.

Now all you need to do is find a husband who doesn't care that you're using him just to stay in England.

It was awhile before that happened. But thankfully you've managed to find one who meets your needs. He wasn't interested in women, and neither did he want to have any children to care for. He had already settled this with his family, and the compromise was that he should at the very least get married. You were concerned at first. You were more than aware of the antiquated succession laws that aristocratic families tend to cling to. But he assured you that there were enough legitimate and illegitimate children of the next generation that could deal with it. He made a clause in his will that whomever meets some arbitrary test that proves of the worthiness of the heir, must allow you to keep whatever rooms or properties that you have been given as wedding gifts.

As long as he could be with his male lover, he was more than happy to cover up for your behavior.

A part of you felt that the fates may be favoring you now, because of a price that you'll be paying later.

How little you knew that you were actually right.

Nevertheless, you managed to proceed to stay at an inn. It was a crowded time, so you were able to easily find his mind.

'About someone needing to be asleep within your presence-does it have to be human?' He contemplates first, before replying.

'No, as long as that being is capable of dreaming, then it would suffice.' An idea was beginning to formulate in your mind.

'What if Jessamy managed to fall asleep-'

'Jessamy is a subject of the dreaming-it has to be a being that is from the waking world.' Damn it. But then a thought came to you.

'This is going to sound crazy but what if I used Jessamy as a conduit and I fell asleep. Can you access the dreaming then?' He's thinking. But you felt the doubt before he told you.

'That may require a lot of energy on your part. Your powers are based on conscious thoughts. You might lose the connection to Jessamy as you fall asleep.'

'Even with the bond I've made with her? Can you try to reach out to our bond through your own bond with her?'

'Hmm, we can experiment with it first. Send Jessamy within the Manor grounds during the daytime and I'll try to reach out.' You had a bad feeling about this.

'Morpheus that's too dangerous. You said it yourself, Jessamy is probably known as your raven to your captors now. The more she's there without a plan, the more dangerous it is to her safety.'

'We'll have you. With you nearby you can keep her safe.' You ignore the part of yourself that jumped up when he said "We". You sense Jessamy arrive in the window sill. She taps into both bonds she has with you and Morpheus, thus effectively joining the mental conversation.

'I have a suggestion Lord Morpheus, what if the two of you formed your own bond? That way when she falls asleep, you can access the dreaming through her.' Oh dear, Jessamy clearly did not know what that entailed. The only two Endless who had this bond was their parents. And they never hesitated to emphasize that it is a decision that is not to be made lightly.

'Jessamy, a bond between the two of us would be something more deeper and permanent. It won't be limited to the psychic bond we share or that you share with her.'

'Isn't there a way to make it temporary? And what if the bond is limited to this lifetime?'

'I could ask the fates about it. But I'm not sure what offerings they will want from me-besides if all else fails, I'll just sneak in there, pretend to be drunk and fall asleep on front of you.' You feel him shake his head. And to your surprise you feel some anxiety from him.

'Too risky, I would not have you risk your life for me like that.'

'Then I'll use my powers to make myself invisible in their minds.'

'Until you fall asleep, and by then you would just get yourself killed on front of me.' More anxiety coming from him, this time paired with nervousness. Admittedly today hasn't been the most productive of days. You were supposed to be able to have a plan, but it seems you were stuck.

'Ma'am what if you used your powers to put them to sleep? Like how you gave that occultist guard a-'

'Jessamy, I think all of the other occultists would be very suspicious about all of their guards suddenly having sexual fantasies and passing out from their release.'

'But wouldn't that put them to sleep and Lord Morpheus could enter the dreaming.'

'No, she has a point. Not only would it bring harm to her, but the risk is too high even if the end result would be me escaping. The other guards would be on high alert and would hunt her down.'

'Besides I was lucky that one time. Not all men sleep upon release.' You were getting frustrated, you were getting nowhere with this.

'Can't you use your powers to make them drowsy ma'am?'

'I could, but it's not going to take them to the dreaming. Their mind has a magical barrier guarding their subconscious thoughts. For people to get into the dreaming, those should be unlocked. At most its going to be a very light almost laughably shallow nap.'

'I wouldn't say it is laughable.'

'Don't mock me right now Morpheus.' You say exasperated before taking a breath.

'Then it's back to basics. Study their habits, guard patterns, and everything and anything relevant to breaking you out.' You sigh sadly. If only there was some way to subtly make the guards fall asleep. But to do that you'll have to unlock the magical barriers in their minds. Too much energy. You'll need a party for that. You feel Jessamy slip away from your mental conversation.

'Get some rest' but it seems he still wants to talk.

'How can I when it feels I'm doing nothing?'

'You are doing more than I've ever expected for you to do. How can you not see that?' Is he being serious right now?

'Well for one thing, you're still imprisoned. And I just realized that it has been 4 years now and we're still not getting anywhere. And I don't want to send Jessamy there during the daytime because they will for sure hunt her down.' You take a breath. You calm yourself down before continuing.

'What do you have against me just sneaking down there and sleeping within your presence? It seems pretty straight forward if you ask me.'

'Have you not been listening to me earlier?' You can hear he was upset and hints of the anxiety and nervousness creep back in.

'You'll die.'

'I'll be dying anyway. It's part of my job.'

'Not if I can help it.'

'What's the difference in me dying later and me dying to set you free?' No answer, its been awhile since you have no response from him.

'You need rest. You need to regain your energy.' You feel him sigh but before you leave he still has something to say.

'I can't stop you if you really want to proceed with your plan. But it would cause me great pain to see you die on front of me.' You feel him leave, and once again you were all alone in your thoughts.

After a night's rest, it turns out to your frustration Jessamy was more stubborn than you realized.

"You've been going there in the daytime!?" You shriek as you see her land on the window sill clearly coming from the direction of the Burgess Manor.

"I've been careful, and just observing." You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose trying to keep yourself calm.

"How was I not aware of this despite our bond?"

"Well ma'am you're not a morning person in this lifetime. So I thought since I don't want to disturb your deep sleep, and it was during the early part of the morning wherein you really wouldn't wake up, I decided to be more proactive in our mission." Her voice shrinks, she knows you're very upset.

"How long has this been going on?"

"...Awhile" About 3 months based on her thoughts.

"Does Morpheus know?"

"I've just been observing the habits of the residents there that's all. I haven't tried making contact with Lord Morpheus yet." You're not sure whether this was good news or bad news.

You look at her with a disapproving look.

"Jessamy, I am just as frustrated as you are that we still haven't freed him yet. But I promised him I would also keep you safe. And I can't do that unless you tell me what you've been doing."

"I know, I'm sorry" You don't have to tap into her thoughts or your bond to know how remorseful she is. You take a breath, then you open your enchanted diary.

"Have you at least been recording what you've learnt?"

"...no"

"Okay, I'm upset yes. But I would not have you risking your life in vain."

"Yes ma'am." She then hops onto the blank page of the diary.

"It's the boy ma'am, Alex Burgess. He's not seen by his father. Roderick Burgess neglects him all in his quest to bring his first son back. He could be a potential ally if given the chance." Something about this makes you uneasy. You were all too aware of sons under pressure to gain the approval of their fathers.

This didn't sit well with you.

But then again, who were you to dictate what choices anyone could make.

Despite all your efforts to be careful, if you couldn't stop Jessamy from going there in the day time, the least you could do is to accompany her and cover her tracks. Morpheus too was concerned, but similar to you he was in no position to stop her.

Soon, you almost drained your energy putting concealment illusions on her. She didn't also always tell you whenever she was going to spy on Burgess. Much like before she had a tendency to take advantage of when you were in a deep sleep. And as predicted by you, she was eventually spotted and made a target by Burgess.

The first time this happened, you couldn't help but feel like a failure.

'There's nothing to apologize for. You've learned by now that no matter what you'll tell her if she thinks it will help you, she will do so no matter what.'

'Still, you've made me responsible for her. It's one thing for me to die, I know I'll be reborn again sometime in the future. But if she -'

'Don't think about that. Your thoughts have more power than you've realized.' You feel like he wanted to say more, but he held back for some reason you couldn't quite grasp.

'You need to rest. Jessamy knows the risks. We've both told her and she's not stopping anytime soon. You've nearly drained yourself giving her as much concealment as you could.'

'Out of curiosity, how have you not punished her whenever she defies you?'

'I've sternly warned her before, and after that she at least consults me first before doing anything.' And before you know it you felt yourself going into sleep.

Soon before you realized it, it has been ten years since his imprisonment. Your husband has paid the inn owners a substantial amount of money to allow you to keep the room that was more of your home than the bedroom in your husband's mansion. The tests of Morpheus reaching out to the bond you shared with Jessamy gave all three of you a glimmer of hope that perhaps Jessamy could be a conduit to you falling asleep and Morpheus could enter the dreaming through your bond with Jessamy.

The plan was that you would conceal Jessamy as she infiltrated and caused a distraction. Once she reached Morpheus, she would fly on top giving her safety from the ground should she have any followers. Morpheus would reach through his bond with Jessamy into your bond with her as you fell asleep from your bed in the Inn. He would then be in the dreaming and could escape.

You couldn't help but feel something was about to go wrong.

Sometimes you really wished that you were wrong sometimes.

It was because of this feeling that some nights before the planned escape mission, you requested the three of you have one last mental chat.

'I don't like this feeling, but I have a feeling something is going to go wrong. I can't figure out what it is. And I really wish my feelings were wrong this one time.' You look worriedly at Jessamy. For all the heartache and disagreements you two have had, you really don't want anything to happen to her.

'Ma'am we've planned it out carefully, and you even nearly died concealing me.'

'Jessamy, this isn't going to be like our previous encounters.'

'You're right ma'am, Lord Morpheus will finally be free.'

'Jessamy' You can tell that his feelings were similar to yours. But you also felt hope mixed with desperation from him.

'Lord Morpheus, what's life without a little risk? I know both of you are concerned. And sometimes I am impulsive and don't tell either of you what I've been doing, but if anything happens...just know that I'm glad to have been close with both of you.'

'Jessamy' You feel yourself begin to tear up.

'I know' She gives you a sad smile. So she knows too that something might happen to her specifically.

'I know we haven't been friends for a long time. But is it strange that I sometimes like to think of you as a mother. Ever since we met in Quebec you've always been looking out for me and risking your life for me. I don't know why it feels so different when other people have also been caring for me that way. With you ma'am it just feels different. Is this what it feels like having a mother?' You couldn't respond. You didn't realize that you were too busy crying as you look into her eyes for possibly the last time.

'If you had to pick a mother, she would be one of the best ones.'

Then came the day of the attempted rescue.

So far everything had been going to plan, Jessamy was able to set a fire to distract the guards, and she's now on her way to Morpheus.

Maybe we could make it.

You began to feel Morpheus reaching out from his bond to your bond with Jessamy.

'You're here.'

'I'm here'

He was in your bond, you could feel it. You just needed to fall asleep now and he would be in the dreaming. But then-

"Hello there"

And you felt a knife stabbed from your back. The first of many stab wounds.

No

NO

You struggle to fight back by using your legs, but he has you restrained. And you know you can't lose your mental concentration now.

'Corinthian' You can feel his anger and pain as you try to hold on as long as you can.

No

Not now

For Jessamy

You need to remain alive for Jessamy.

You can die afterwards when she's escaped.

As long as you're alive she remains concealed.

She remains safe.

You need to endure the pain.

Endure till the very end.

Endure until they are both free.

'Lord Morpheus, she's starting to fade away.'

'Jessamy get out of here. She's dying, her powers concealing you will die with her.'

'No, Lord Morpheus we're so close. I'll just break the glass-" You begin to lose consciousness from the blood loss. You couldn't follow what happened afterwards.

But all you can remember was taking your last breath as you felt a bullet wound shot to your back.

AN: ...So how are you 😅 Trust me when I say I cried a couple of parts while writing this.

A few notes that I would like to mention:

1.) Fem Reader aka Life, cannot detect subconscious thoughts. That's not her domain. That's why she can't detect the thoughts of the Corinthian, because the Corinthian is a nightmare made out of subconscious thoughts (at least that's my headcanon);

2.) Jessamy before she established her bond with Life was the one who actively projected her thoughts to Life, that's why Life can "translate" her thoughts. After they established a bond this no longer was an issue;

3.) A friend sorta spoiled me on the Midsummer Night's Dream arc (not the specific details, but just why overall why it was the play Dream gave to Shakespeare), so I thought as an interesting juxtaposition is what if Life is responsible for Sherlock Holmes. The reason why I thought this was because it is so different from what Dream gives Shakespeare. That's not to say that there's no logic in Dreams, but Sherlock Holmes while it is a fantasy is also very grounded in knowing what is the reality is and how there's a logical pattern that becomes so astounding because its so insightful and yet so honest (or at least that's how I felt). And also because I'm a Moriarty the Patriot fan (which will inevitably play out in the 21st Century scenes).

Also yes, Twisted hearts was playing on a loop while I was writing this.

Please don't send me death threats 🙏I'm not yet a lawyer.

It does get better after this, but this was necessary.

#Beautiful anomaly #dream of the endless #morpheus #the sandman #the sandman netflix #the sandman (2022) #dream x fem!reader #dream x you #dream x y/n #morpheus x fem!reader #Morpheus x you #Morpheus x y/n #Morpheus x reader #Dream x reader

[tkstrrand]

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Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you 3.1k • 1 Chapter • Grief

Summary: Based of this prompt I received: "Sad TK...what about Gwyn's first birthday after her death?" 

TK tries to balance moments of joy with grief/guilt following the months after his mother's passing.

#911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tarlos #aj’s fics #tuserjamie #actuallysara #usersneetches #bellamyblakeru #reyesstrand #reyeslonestartag #kiras-sunshine #ejsraven

[beetlesau]

CHAPTER 6, WARMTH! finally lol sorry I was seriously blocked, still am but figures better to get something out than nothing. ----------------- -------------------- ----------------- ------------------

"Do you eat food?" "Ung?"

"Have you eaten, people?"

"Mmn..."

"Okay... I don't know what that means...but uh, let's save that one for later, okay?"

You sighed, leaning back on your elbows you gazed out of your newly renovated hole in the wall left by your new companion. The Sun coming through was warm and comforting on your skin. The cracked mug at your side held your now cold coffee. 

"Do you feel the warmth?" you wondered. "Not just like, heat, since you clearly don't, after all the time spent in that crate, but warmth like, do you look at some pretty flowers and feel anything? Or, when you look at a sunrise, does it make you happy or sad?" you tilted your head to the side, so curious to know things he had no way of communicating yet. But it's been a few days of him being here, so you imagine he's used to you asking long-winded questions that need more in-depth answers. 

You wonder if he's just glad someone is there to talk to him. You know you are. 

He's learned your name, though he won't use it to call to you. It almost seems like he completely avoids it.

The only reason you know he's learned it is because of the way he says it at night when he thinks you're sleeping. Sometimes you can hear him as he paces the halls nonstop on some never-ending patrol. Over and over, he'll speak it as best his cracked vocals allow. He's gotten good at it. Even during the day, you'd sometimes imagine you've heard him hum just the syllables of it. 

You set up the apartment room across from yours. Made it as homely and welcoming as possible, considering the world was a whole mess. He has a bed that he never uses, some books he never reads, plants he doesn't water, and even canned food he'll never open. 

The problem is you aren't really sure how to help him. What does he need to feel human?

When he isn't gone for hours at a time, he's pacing the room you occupy. You've tested it before, gone up to the roof, and waited. Not long after, you'd hear shuffling coming up the stairs, and there he was. Minding his own business, he wouldn't even spare you a glance, as if it was always his plan to come up here anyway, regardless of you. Then you'd decide to walk down the wall of the building, as casually as they come, and make your way out of sight past a corner street. You'd walk to the old park that was now overgrown and sit at one of its benches. He never approached you, but you were sure you could see him pacing in the distance just at the edge of your peripherals. Maybe it should have scared you. A lion that stalks and plays with its food. Maybe you made those instincts kick into overdrive. But you instead found it funny, and surprisingly cute. 

You jolt from your thoughts and land in your room with him sitting across from you. He had been staring again. He was always staring. 

"I've got an idea."

You get up and leave the room, not even bothering to tell him where you were off to, knowing it didn't matter. As well as the surprise was half the fun. 

You begin walking down the street slowly, making sure he was indeed still going to follow you like he did every other time. There was a store down the way that had most of its clothing still in decent condition. Hopefully, your sour friend would humor you and at least change out of those dingy clothes he'd been wearing his entire Dead career. 

Even going at a slower pace, you still managed to get to the shop well before him. You'd collected three clean shirts and a pair of jeans by the time he could be seen lurking outside the window. You knocked on the glass before poking your head outside. "Hey you, come in here, don't be such a stalker, huh?" you teased. You closed the door on him before seeing his grimace. 

"Okay. I think it's well past time that you change out of those clothes, don't you? They make the entire building smell like smoke and ash." you chided cheerfully, as you handed him the growing stack of clothes and pointed him off to the dressing room. 

After a while, you'd stop hearing the sounds of fabric rustling, but then silence followed. "Hey, you good in there? You are able to change, right? Do you need help?" no reply. 

You gently pulled back the curtain, almost a bit embarrassed at what you might find. There he stood, shirtless, staring in the mirror. 

You could see old scars littering his chest, and bruises outlining every rib. Staring with such sadness made your heart ache for him. He hated himself. He hated what he had become. It was clear he hadn't seen himself in a mirror in a long time. 

"H-hey... Are you alright?" you whispered, almost worried you might frighten him. No reply, not even an angry huff which seemed to be his favorite response. 

Stepping closer to him, you could make out the glossiness in his eyes, and a look of defeat that somehow you knew didn't suit his face in the slightest. 

He turned to you and then walked out of the store. He didn't turn back the way to the apartment, he made his way further into the city, to a little area you hadn't dared to explore for fear of dangers unknown. You could feel the pull of him, his desire for you to follow. 

You walked for two hours, maybe more. 

He stopped in front of a small house, it was falling apart slower than all the houses around it you thought. You could see how cute it must have been in its heyday. He walked to the door and waited for you.

"Do you... live here?" you asked puzzled. Did the Dead LIVE anywhere? 

But he proceeded inside and left the door open for you. 

Inside was dusty. Picture frames lined the tabletops in the entryway, and further down the hall opened up to the living room and kitchen. Pots and pans were littering the countertops and the couch had signs of wear and tear from possible rodents in need of shelter. 

The tall blonde made his way up the stairs and into a side room. You took your time to follow him. First picking up a picture frame caked in mud. Finally, you noticed a blood stain that peeked out from behind an overturned chair in the dining room. What looked like a regular home of the apocalypse suddenly felt more threatening than just that.

You cowered into yourself and sprinted up the stairs to find him for comfort. 

Comfort.

It seemed the last thing on your mind was that the very person you were with was the cause of all that old blood spread out on the floor. 

"Is that your blo-- Hey!" you were standing in a room that very clearly had belonged to a teen once. And against the wall was the adult version of that teen, laying in a bed. 

"SO you DO sleep!? Is this where you go when you aren't around me? Wow." You looked around the room taking in all the old hero memorabilia. The notable amount of the long-gone hero, All-Might. 

"This stuff is like, really vintage." you awed over the collection. In the corner of this room 

At last, you remembered you were still toting around the picture frame, you took your sleeve and wiped away the dirt and dust. 

There was a picture of a man in glasses next to a blonde woman, youthful and beautiful. The woman looked similar to the Dead that lay in front of you now. In looks but expression as well. She looked proud but a bit annoyed all at once. This must be his family. 

You cleared away the other half of the image, a hero standing next to the couple. 

"Oh wow, your parents met Dynamight, that's actually... wait." you took far too long to process, but finally you realized who you were looking at.

"Holy Fuck." you looked to the Dead that was looking at you blankly like it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. 

"You're Dynamight! THE Dynamight!........ Well shit, that makes alot of sense now. Ugh, OF COURSE you can fly. I'm an idiot. Your quirk was so strong, well IS strong I guess..."

Dynamight turned to his nightstand and reached inside for a notebook. He handed it to you expectantly, and you took it eagerly. 

You flipped through the pages and found old notes from a time long passed. 

School work, homework, equations, doodles of his early years hero costume, and in the corner of every page, the name "Bakugo, Katsuki." written sloppily. 

"Wow." you held the notebook to your chest and wordlessly made your way to his bed, laying under the blanket that he was on top of. 

"Bakugo. Bakugo. Bakugo. Bakugo." you repeated it over again, like you'd heard him do with yours so many times in the night. It created warmth in your mouth that you swallowed and felt spread through you. 

It was too dark outside for you to feel safe returning to your own shelter, so you both stayed where you were. For once, he lie still, free of pacing and mumblings. 

He had shared something with you. It was small, but it was enough.

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #mha zombie #Bakugo zombie #warm bodies type of story #mha au #bakugo x reader #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #zombie au #zombie fic #bakugou is dead but not #AU #uuuh how does one make tags #Zombie bakugou #bakugou needs help #fantasy romance #bakugou love story

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Fav Peeta moment or quote in each books?

(Please tag other blog who want answer too)

Thank you 😊

@curiouspeetamellark

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Hunger Games :

[1]

“What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me...no competition...best thing that ever happened to you..."

"I don't remember that last part," I say, hoping it's too dim in here for the cameras to pick up my blush.

"Oh, that's right. That what I was thinking," he says.

[2]

“So, since we were five, you never even noticed any other girls?” I ask him.

“No, I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you,” he says.

“I’m sure that would thrill your parents, you liking a girl from the Seam,” I say.

“Hardly. But I couldn’t care less.”

-

Catching Fire :

[1]

“They're playing with you because you're so ... you know.”

“No, I don't know,” I say. And I really have no idea what he's talking about.

“It's like when you wouldn't look at me naked in the arena even though I was half dead. You're so ... pure,” he says finally.

“I am not!” I say. “I've been practically ripping your clothes off every time there's been a camera for the last year!”

“Yeah, but ... I mean, for the Capitol, you're pure,” he says, clearly trying to mollify me. “For me, you're perfect. They're just teasing you.”

[2]

“With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby's skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.”

The morphling stares into Peeta's eyes, hanging on to his words.

“One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow, but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one,” says Peeta.

The morphling's breathing is slowing into shallow catch-breaths. Her free hand dabbles in the blood on her chest, making the tiny swirling motions she so loved to paint with.

“I haven't figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air,” says Peeta.

The morphling seems mesmerized by Peeta's words. Entranced. She lifts up a trembling hand and paints what I think might be a flower on Peeta's cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “That looks beautiful.”

-

Mockingjay :

[1]

"That last night...to tell you about that last night...well, first of all, you have to imagine how it felt in the arena. It was like being an insect trapped under a bowl filled with steaming air. And all around you, jungle...green and alive and ticking. That giant clock ticking away your life. Every hour promising some new horror. You have to imagine that in the past two days, sixteen people have died--some of them defending you. At the rate things are going, the last eight will be dead by morning. Save one. The victor. And your plan is that it won't be you."

My body breaks out in a sweat at the memory. My hand slides down the screen and hangs limply at my side. Peeta doesn't need a brush to paint images from the Games. He works just as well in words.

"Once you're in the arena, the rest of the world becomes very distant," he continues. "All the people and things you loved or cared about almost cease to exist. The pink sky and the monsters in the jungle and the tributes who want your blood become your final reality, the only one that ever mattered. As bad as it makes you feel, you're going to have to do some killing, because in the arena, you only get one wish. And it's very costly."

"It costs your life," says Caesar.

"Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are."

[2]

“Let me go!" I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

"I can't," he says.

-

#Peeta mellark #thg #asks 🦋 #hunger games

[knickynoo]

“Back to the Future”: Thoughts, commentary, and general ramblings on the (bonkers) novel by George Gipe. Pt 7

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

- We pick up on Monday morning as Doc and Marty arrive at Hill Valley High. Marty is very much not looking forward to having to attend school in the fifties. And I must mention that I've always wondered as to if our Marty in the movie actually went to classes for that week or not. I always assumed that he and Doc just kind of...loitered around on school grounds or wandered the halls in the morning/during lunch, etc. rather than Marty having actually been enrolled during his stay. Always figured that would have made more sense than Marty spending several hours sitting in classes when he and Doc had so many things to work on and plan out. Nevertheless, Doc tells Book Marty that he actually has to Go To School, and Marty is, understandably, not thrilled. He says school in 1985 was boring enough, so school in 1955 will be even worse. And I am fully Team Marty on this one. Imagine being sent 30 years into the past, endangering your own existence, and then your friend throws some new clothes at you and is like, "Go to school." Poor Marty.

- Marty's comment on the school looking brand new is met with Doc replying that perhaps it's Marty's generation's fault for not taking proper care of the building. This makes Marty recall, "the times he had written on walls and desks." Which brings us to...Book Marty’s (updated) list of crimes: Theft, arson, theft again, breaking and entering, vandalism.

- Okay, okay, Doc just changed his mind and said Marty actually attending classes isn't practical, so they'll just hang around school grounds. Huh, they just didn't care what people did in the 50's, did they? Hit a kid with your car? Just drag him into your house and toss him into a bed. What's that? He's unconscious for NINE HOURS?? ....I'm sure he's fine. (Did I mention that in the scene of Sam and the Baines kids taking Marty up the stairs that they slam his head into a banister??) Oh, the eccentric scientist and a random teenager want to wander the halls of the school and peek in on classes? Go right ahead.

- When Marty tries to introduce Lorraine to George in the hallway, Lorraine drops her books. Marty goes to pick them up, which Doc doesn't like because George is the one who should be acting all gentlemanly and doing that, so he grabs Marty's elbow to stop him and says, "Let him do it, jerk!" :((((( Doc calling Marty a jerk?? 0/10 stars.

- In a very interesting little twist, it appears that Book Doc's, "Why are things so heavy in the future?" line is said purely out of Doc's desire to mess with Marty. Like...it's not a case of Doc just taking the word too literally, as seems to be the case in the movie. (I don't get any indictation that Movie Doc is anything but genuinely confused in that moment) But Book Doc understands what Marty means and is simply making a joke because he, "enjoyed confusing his young friend."

- After Marty and George's conversation in the cafeteria--which Doc tags along for??--Marty follows George home to offer him support as he talks to his father about college. It, of course, does not go well because Arthur McFly is just as anxious and discouraging as George will end up being as a father. He doesn't think it's worth it for George to get his hopes up, only to be crushed by disappointment when he doesn't get in anywhere. Arthur says George is just average and should forget about the whole idea.

- When Marty returns to the garage, he is still upset over George's lack of a spine and his grandfather's lack of support. He laments how it's no wonder he grew up getting such bad advice from his own father when Arthur was doing the exact same thing to George growing up. Doc tells Marty that he's made it a point in his life to never take advice from anybody, especially if that person is older. Marty feels that this is, in fact, good advice--though Doc, harkening back to his own principle, tells Marty not to follow it. And that leads to a very sweet line where Doc says, "In the future--or in the past--if you ever need anything, need to talk to anybody. I'll always be there for you." Which I suppose makes up for Doc calling Marty a jerk earlier. We'll see. You're on thin ice, Doc.

#back to the future #bttf #BTTF: the novel

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UNTITLED STILL POST 2

Cruel Fate For the Innocent

Waking up in a household of French ethnicity isn't an experience you just step into. Mornings are busy times and there is a lot of talk. I very often lay still just listening to the back and forth of my father and the servants discussing the agenda for the day. Generally the building and grounds are pleasant. My father is very self disciplined and I've only seen him lose his temper a few times. Those times are the stories children tell at night to frighten one another hoping they are pretend. I know they are not. propping up on an elbow I hear, aucun des appels téléphoniques jusqu'à midi. Je vais manger quand je reviens de ma réunion du conseil. and mowing my father will not return for lunch until well after noon, I jump up and grab my clothes. That gives me four....maybe five  hours to myself on the stables.

I pull on my T-Shirt and slip my jeans up and button then, pulling the oversized buckle tight around my waist. I would have preferred to leave my signet ring on my dresser when I'm on the stables but my father has very strong scruples about the family crest so it remains on my finger at all times. … Bounding down the stairs and past the kitchen staff I'm outside in a moments time. The hat rays of the sun burn the last of the nights sleep hold from me and free me for another day. With both hands I shove the huge stable doors open, the well maintained hinges hardly making a sound as they swing open wise flooding the space with light and causing the steeds to stir. My mare was at the end and scooping some sweet feed in a bucket I walked the length of barn looking into each tidy stall till I arrives at the end. I poured her feed and smiles as she stood unmoving looking at me. She knows I always being her sugar cubes/ No babe..../ I say laughing/ not till you eat! You know the rules. I can't have my girl putting on weight think about what all the others will say! /The connection we share is uncanny and she moves to her fees as if she knows every word I say This is the horse given to me on the occasion of my first full moon. The night was a hard one, the first always is but it is a tradition to mark the occasion with a gift. I was ecstatic to receive babe and I've not missed a day seeing her. I even read to her when I'm lonely assuming she must be lonely too. After combing her mane and giving her the sugar cubes I walk back to the front store room....and that's when I first knew I wasn't alone. My senses kicked into overdrive and I looked around the lifts and up above. It was a blur but I saw my attacker only a second before I tasted my own blood from the blow to my face. I reeled back falling against the wall and choking. When I I looked up I saw the fanged mouth if my attacker. Vampires! Two more dropped into my field if view as I reached for the crowbar at my  right hand. Too late! Pain flashes up my arm from the stab wounds made for. The throwing star now stick in my arm. As I reaches to  pull it free hands were all over me, and I was pinned against the wall, the foul breath of carnage filled my nose as one hisses into my  ear./ You... You privileges little prick and your stray dog family...will soon bow your knee before a superior race. ... Are you going to to kill me?, I asked. "No!" He hisses back angrily. Then who would deliver our message so your father can prepare? /Two of the vampires stretched my arms wide while the third centered himself in front of me. "We want to make sure 'daddy' believes his boy however and thy you never imagine you will ever, EVER! Be worthy to stand before a true race of immortals."

[masternest]

Game Self Insert: Kieran

I was introduced to this kind of writing prompt from a friend so I wanted to properly take it on. Essentially, it's a series of questions that are posed to learn more about your self insert that you'd have for a particular game. I wanted to do this for an OC that I have called Kieran for the game Witcher 3. He was made to be in and around that universe but going through what I'd written for him in the past, I realized that I wanted to make some changes to him along with all my other OC's as I went through trying to rescue them lol so below is what I've written with that in mind just for me to use as future reference once I solidify the changes that I'll make with him. So enjoy ^^

1. What are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

I only want to cover at this point all the important basics to give a general idea of how he looks to help you visualize. His full name is Kieran Fleming and he's about 5'10 in height with a slightly muscular build though you wouldn't be able to tell right away from the clothes he typically wears which is mainly robes for the most part yet it's quite functional as he's mostly running away from authorities. In a nutshell, he's a sorcerer who uses his talents for thievery. He has what I'd describe as black medium length hair while sporting a goatee and mustache.

2. When in canon does your self insert come in? Do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

I've always imagined him to be someone that you can find in Oxenfurt at one of the inns there. He'd probably be sitting there alone on one of the tables and if you talk to him, there would be a quest that you can activate. His quest would involve something along the lines of burning down the Redanian ship that the leader of the Conclave of Mages would have as he is against everything that Redania is doing.

3. How do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

It would probably be quite mixed depending on which character you're talking about. If it's Yen or Triss, they'd probably be okay with him but maybe not okay with his methods. Actually now that I think about it, if they knew more about him, they probably wouldn't like him for different reasons even though he wouldn't want them to hate him. He'd most likely have a lot of beef with Dijkstra but as per the character he'd probably get along well the most would Dandelion and Zoltan aside from Geralt. He would be frightened by Regis due to him reading up about vampires during his studies at Ban Ard Academy. It would be a case of too much information that causes him to develop his fear of vampires. This in turn would amuse Regis to no end I'd imagine and would probably cause some hilarious situations with those two.

4. Would you be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?

Definitely a side character. This is Geralt's game and it's not his style anyway to steal the spotlight.

5. Does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

Yes he does. He studied magic at the school of Ban Ard being magically inclined. However, his training was cut short as he left the school to go searching for his parents. So in terms of his power level, he wouldn't be even close to being as strong as Yen or Triss but he'd know basic magic spells. He did have an inclination to more stealthy spells that would help him get out of a bind as needed.

6. Does your self insert have any pets?

Nope. It wouldn't be a good idea for him anyway as he's always moving and on the run from the law.

7. Would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

As far as main characters and side characters in the game, I don't think so. He is a ladies man though so he'd be the one trying to flirt and woo the women that he meets.

8. What is your self insert's orientation?

Heterosexual

9. Who are your self insert's closest friends?

That depends I guess. I'd think that him being in the story would be something that is really determinant on having Geralt meet him. If the player doesn't trigger the quest, then Kieran will never know Geralt or any of the other characters. With that said, he wouldn't have any. He's a very solitary person as he doesn't trust easily and wouldn't want anyone dealing with his problems anyway. However, if the player does meet Geralt, then he would probably be the closest friend that he would have.

10. How do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o's relationship?

I'm not sure what f/o stands for honestly so I'm going to assume that's Geralt. At the start, any new character that interacts with Kieran would definitely be hesitant for Geralt trusting him but over time, I'd imagine that he would be accepted as part of the group.

11. What kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Typically, he enjoys wearing his signature purple robes that allow for free form movement. But other than that, he tries to stay fashionable when the occasion calls for it. Being a mage, he can easily change his clothes and he readily changes to outfits of even soldiers if it best suits him to get past unnoticed.

12. How would the fandom view your character?

I'm not sure. As his origin is definitely unique compared to other mages or witches in the game. Another thing to note is that he's not sterile compared to most magic users which is rare in itself. Although whether any child that he would sire would be normal remains to be seen. How he got his magic was from his parents who were magically inclined and trained. They didn't expect a pregnancy so he's kind of a miracle child in that sense. Oh and he's technically a twin so there's that as well. How others in the fandom would take that, I'm not so sure but I'd imagine that it would probably be quite mixed.

13. Does your self insert have any information about their family?

Yes as he was raised by them during his childhood. However, as for his story, he would be on an almost never ending quest looking for them as they disappear by mysterious circumstances.

14. What hobbies does your self insert have?

He loves to read. He is always trying to inquire on ways to increase his magical fortitude by practicing so that would also be a hobby of his I guess. Aside from stealing though he tries to steal from the evil rich as much as he can.

15. How does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? Do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

He's definitely not a main character. If anything, you could probably go through the whole game without ever encountering him. But if you do trigger his quest and finish his questline, I'd imagine that he'd play a semi-important role. He'd definitely be there with Geralt at the defense of Kaer Morhen. And maybe play a more important role in helping Geralt towards the end because of it.

16. Freebie! Name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

When he was ten, before he got sent to Ban Ard, he was just a regular kid who lived on the road with his family. His twin sister had passed away and this caused him to accidentally cast Necromancy in an attempt to help her. However, because he had no knowledge whatsoever of magic, his hands blackened and scarred permanently. Because of this, he almost always can be seen wearing gloves to hide this from others.

#roleplay #rp #witcher rp #oc rp #oc #writing prompt #oc roleplay #oc challenge