#Chapter 873

[aucasaurus]

[deathxanamon]

She's only weak when she wants to be

Sorry I’m late this week! Here’s a comic about a tree having a bad day!

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 2

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Archiect

Words : 873

Masterlist

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I was walking along the sidewalk, under heavy rain, heading to the Mayor’s apartment, where she was staying while her house was being renovated. Plans in hand, I was going to the appointment alone, as Alexia had unexpectedly been called to another site. She’d had a long phone call with our client, who had given her approval, and explained to me the initial outlines of the project.

“You see, smooth as can be,” she had said to me.

I wasn’t so sure, and I was nervous about this first meeting. Arriving in front of a beautiful building, I pressed the intercom button: Paul and Lucy Bronze.  

A rather curt female voice replied, “5th floor on the left.” No hello, nothing—what a great start. Standing at the door, I gathered my courage and pressed the doorbell. A tall figure opened the door. I recognized her immediately, even though I hadn’t seen her or crossed paths with her in four years, since the last elections. I didn’t know if she would recognize me. I had only been a minor supporter on the opposing list, attending a few debate meetings.

“Hello, I’m Ona Batlle, the architect filling in for Alexia Putellas. I have…”

She cut me off abruptly: “Yes, I’m aware of all that! I imagine I’ll have to explain everything to you again! Come in.”

And Alexia had told me she was charming... Charming as a prison door, more like!

She continued, “Sit here. Would you like a coffee, something to drink?”

“A coffee, yes, thank you.”

I sat down on the couch, feeling somewhat tense from the atmosphere. The apartment was very spacious, with a truly modern style and rather cold colors.  

A few seconds later, she joined me on the couch with two coffees.

I started, “To begin with, I’m up to speed on the initial plans and sketches for the rooms in your house. Everything is in place; adjustments can be made on-site according to your preferences, but the base is set. The work begins in three days, as scheduled. The only change is that I’ll be handling the project, as my associate explained.”

She looked at me with her piercing, deep gray eyes, which threw me off balance a little. I lingered on her refined features and her full lips.

“Well, do I have any choice?” she said sharply. “It’s too late to go with another firm now!”

She was seriously starting to irritate me with her condescending attitude. Calm down, Ona, calm down.

“You know, I’ve proven myself on plenty of other projects as well. I’m not about to paint your walls in rainbow colors if that’s not what you want; I’ll stick to the plan Alexia and I discussed with you, and any adjustments you want to make during the project. And I can advise you whenever you’d like...”

“I know what I want for my house; I’ve already discussed it for hours with Alexia. She seemed very competent, she came highly recommended. I hope you’ll live up to that!”

I was stunned by her attitude—so haughty and completely unwelcoming.

“Of course! How would you like to proceed? I can send you progress updates every three days. The first month will involve wall demolition, the major work. We’ll start on the interior design in a month.”

She replied, “No, I want to visit the site every two days to see the project’s progress. As you know, being Mayor, I have a tight schedule. 7:30 p.m. works best for me.”

So I’d be dealing with this woman every other day, at 7:30 p.m., and finishing at who knows what hour. She demanded it as if it were an order, without even asking if it worked for me.

“I don’t know if I can be there every two days at 7:30 p.m., considering…”

“Isn’t this your job?” she interrupted.

“Yes, but I have other sites, and I also have something important to me: a personal life!”

I’d thrown out that line purely out of exasperation, since I didn’t really have a personal life during the workweek. But this was too much.  

She cracked a smile—the first since I’d entered the apartment. She was stunning, devilishly stunning. I despised her mannerisms, the way she spoke to me, yet I found her extremely attractive—her mouth, her chest, her muscular arms... I smiled at my wandering thoughts and pulled myself together.

“I’ll do my best to arrange on-site meetings at 7:30 p.m. every other day. I’ll leave you these plans; I have copies at my office. Let’s plan to meet again in fifteen days on-site.”

“Very well, let’s do that!”

She accompanied me to the threshold of the apartment and extended her hand. The contact with her hand, her skin, sent a shock through my entire body.  

To my surprise, she didn’t release the handshake immediately… she fixed me with her deep gray eyes and said with an ironic smile, “Ms. Batlle, a pleasure to work with you. Renewal and change for a bright future!”

So she hadn’t forgotten—this was our slogan from the last election. She released my hand and left me standing alone in front of the half-open door.

[laventadorn]

2024 in Review

Things have been rough for a while and I've struggled to write anything at all, so I decided to count up what I posted in 2024.

Chapters/Words Posted in 2024:

2 Chapters 16 & 17 of TNER in April and December (12,895 words)

1 Chapter of Two Roads Diverged in November (873 words)

3 Chapters of TGCF fic (12,462 words)

Considering that I posted only two chapters of TNER in 2023 and nothing else, I feel like this is a win. Progress!

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon ||

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 873

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 3:

THE MOON

I sat on my chair, legs crossed and seeing Mr. Parfez all beaten up, nose damaged and a severe cut on his legs. As far as I could count, my men stabbed him twenty-eight times on his thigh, used a knife and cut his cheeks—making his smile much wider and disturbing. Blood all over the tiles and how he is pleading for his life. Cigarette in hand, I puff out a smoke and stood up, using the end of my shoe—I lift his chin up.

Holy shit he looks horrible, this would be very horrifying for my girl.

I puff out another smoke and tilt my head to the side, his eyes met mine and I tap an excess cigar on him, he yells in pain and I push my remaining cigar into his eyes as he bleeds out in my hand—he tried to back out, lift my feet up and step on his chest to make him fall back in to the cold tile full of his blood. His screams can be heard in every corner of this fucking torture chamber of a room. I love how it’s also soundproof, no one can hear his cries for help and how much he pleads for mercy.

But I show neither sympathy nor mercy.

This if the price he must pay after making a fool out of myself, after scamming and breaking our contract like that. He fucking deserves it.

After pushing my remaining cigar to his eyes, he neither moves or struggles. He was dead, I killed him and I don’t feel a thing.

I stood up, and oh my fucking god. Blood all over my attire, fuck!

“Clean this up, and if you all fucked up cleaning this corpse, you all will ended up dead like him.” I snapped and they started moving.

Snapping my finger and one of my men came to me, “Report.” I spoke, he has a mullet cut and ash blonde hair, his tone flat as he speaks, he tells me her full name first and I smiled wickedly.

A beautiful name equals to a beautiful lady.

“She just recently graduated college and with her and her friends family support, they put up a café. She also has two siblings, she’s the middle child.” He reported, his tone loud and clear. I gave him a nod as he handed a file to me, I flip and turn pages full of her personal background.

Her birthday, her hobbies, favorite colors, pets, names of family members, her exes, what degree she graduated, who are her enemies, and more. A picture of her when she’s a child captured my attention, my fingers glide to it as if I were caressing a little girl that grown to be a wonderful and carefree woman.

Too bad she wouldn’t be carefree when she discover who I am.

Hacking one of her cameras are too easy, her surveillance in the café and her own home. She lives in a butt-fuck nowhere where forest surrounds her house. In her papers, it said that she has deep love for nature and how the smell of the leaves brings comfort to her.

Naughty girl, doesn’t she know that many people had gone missing because of houses like this? Tortured, raped, harassed, and more. Tsk, tsk, luckily she’ll have my protection every now and then. I don’t want someone lying their hands on my girl, no one.

There she is, lying on her bed with phone in hand—she doesn’t know that I’m watching her. Why did she install a camera in her bedroom? I laugh on how oblivious she is, hackers can easily hack her cameras then they either can sell her or their footage on the dark web.

I see her, in only in her thongs and fitted shirt, she walks around almost naked in her own home—well, she is surrounded by the green trees, no one can see her—she thought she is free exposing herself in just thongs.

My eyes lingers on the screen, I could feel my cock twitch and throb under the fabric of my pants. How it begs to be buried deep in her pussy, how much I want to penetrate her—to fuck her senseless.

Lost in wild thoughts, a voice came into my small earpiece, “Sir?” it called, I turn away from my computer screen, lean back and light up a cigar.

“speak.”

“I have reports on the missing children, and a leaked video.” He spoke, my attention snatched and my body stiffen, “leaked video?” I repeated and he confirms.

“These fuckers are sick in the head, even targeting helpless women aren’t enough.” I curse under my breath, my blood boils knowing that they even target little kids.

Sick wild motherfuckers.

“There is also an update for sir Niro, would you like me to send it to you?” he asked, I sigh and clenched the light up cigarette in my hand. It burns but it didn’t hurt I have my gloves on.

I nod and turn back to my computer screen, I nodded and have my mind relax when I see her lovely face in the screen, checking the surveillance.

I should probably keep my distance… for now.

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Chapter 4: THE SUN

[slylock-syl]

Relief, for now-

Chapter 7: Re:Gain >Pages 873 - 874<

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[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter Eight

Content Warning: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, POC whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), dehydration and starvation, intimate whumper, sexual themes

Thank you to Marz and Gen for beta reading <3

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Five days without food will wear down just about anyone. Add in two days without water, and the body’s need for it will make itself known.

The man had made good on his promise of setting out a bedpan; fortunately for the both of them, Dani had no reason to use it. With nothing going in, there was nothing to come out, either. Despite dehydration providing Dani the small miracle of not having to pee in a pan, she wished more than anything for just a sip of water, even if it was just to wet her mouth. And if it weren’t so damn demeaning, she would’ve begged for it by now.

Her head hurt something terrible, sharp pain stabbing behind her temples and her eyes, as she watched the ceiling spin above her head. Ceilings weren’t supposed to spin. She knew this, but barely thought twice about it as the ceiling continued its circling. When the man finally came, Dani was still staring up at the ceiling, trying to produce spit to drink. Something was better than nothing.

“Good morning,” the man said, shutting the door behind him. “Sleep well?”

Dani shot him a weak glare, then looked back to the ceiling.

The man walked over to where the bedpan resided, picking it up, eyebrows furrowed, but he said nothing as he placed it back down and made his way over to the side table where he kept his Bible.

“Stand up.” He ordered, and Dani knew better at this point than to deny him of that, no matter how shitty she felt. She was too tired to fight him on this today, and she knew that’s just what he wanted. Pulling herself into a seated position, Dani felt her head swish and body sway dangerously. She was so dizzy, the room had already begun to swim as she attempted to keep herself upright. All she wanted was to lay back down and rot into the floorboards, but she knew the punishment would be worse if she didn’t comply. She brought herself to her knees, catching herself on her hands as she lurched forward. By the time Dani tried standing, her hands and knees shook violently, her head spinning like a carousel.

Standing was a mistake.

The second she was upright, Dani’s vision went white, and she could briefly feel herself move as she began to hurdle downwards. The man was there in an instant to catch her by the arm and ease her back to the floor.

“Alright, alright, easy.” He said as he sat her down. Sighing, the man rubbed his hand over his face. “This isn’t going to work.” He said to himself before sighing again and walking away from her.

Back pressed against the bookcase, Dani blearily watched as the man left the room, doing her very best not to tip over and land on her head. All things considered, a concussion would make things much, much worse for her.

When he came back, the man was holding a plastic water bottle in his hand. Sitting down in front of her, the man made a show of twisting off the cap and placing it down on the floor next to them. Dani reflexively licked her lips.

“Now, this won’t help with the lightheadedness, but it’ll at least keep you hydrated.” He said, moving his hand to her neck. Dani jerked away instinctively. Grabbing her hair, the man yanked and said, “No. You’re going to be good while I do this, otherwise you get nothing. Do you understand?”

Dani nodded.

With a steady hand, the man picked up the water and slowly brought the rim of the bottle up to Dani’s chapped lips. “Tilt your head back,” He murmured, and Dani obliged. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, the water flowed down the neck of the bottle and into Dani’s lips. She nearly choked on it the second it hit her tongue, but resisted the urge to cough, terrified of losing even a drop of the water she was receiving.

The way she drank down the water was borderline obscene, taking in every last drop of it she could. She knew she should’ve shown some self-restraint, especially with him watching her, but she was desperate. She closed her eyes to block out the way the man’s greedy eyes watched her greedy mouth, the way her head was thrown back to take in the water.

He was getting off on this. He had to be, right? Why else would he be watching her like that?

The stop to the water came as soon as the start. Dani resisted the urge to stick her tongue into the bottle for the remaining drops. The man had had enough of a show as it was. She flinched as the empty bottle crunched in the man’s hands, covering up the sound of his throat clearing as he stood back up.

“What do you say?” The man asked in a strained voice.

Dani hesitated. She didn’t dare look up at him, scared of what she might see. “Thank you,” she whispered, as if hoping he wouldn’t hear the words pass her lips. No such luck, however, as he hummed an affirmation and made his way back to his chair.

Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @generic-whumperz, @heartinthehospital, @deluxewhump, @another-whump-sideblog, @pigeonwhumps, @lektricwhump, @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees, @sowhumpshaped, @vivulapom

[vivievienne]

The sentiments — Chapter 3

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which headquarter manager gets an unexpected call.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: one of the best chapters i made tbh. inspired by a scene in mha

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: might be ooc and that's a all ig

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 873

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

Telephones aren't anything new to Shiho.

It was her work to answer them and to take care of the information she got.

But this one was clearly unexpected...

"Hello, it's Tokio Pizza here", she heard a masculine voice in the phone.

"Is this a joke or something?", Shiho said bluntly. Though, the weird telephone makes her worried. How the hell they knew the number of the headquarter's phone? What if The Government knew about their location and they are in danger? She can't talk too long. She must let Ena know, so she will encrypt the sygnale from the headquarter. "I didn't order anything", she said calmly. She can't let her emotions win over. If they will, everything here will be ruined. She took the phone and walked to the Ena's place with a quick tempo.

"But I have written that you, miss, ordered one. Large pizza without vegetables. Quite a weird order if you ask me, but I only have to deliver that, yeah?", the man said with a chuckle.

But wait... Without vegetables? Weird order?

Shiho stopped in the middle of her way.

Is this Rui...?!

She saw that he was going out today after the captains went for the missions, but she thought he was just gonna take a walk or something...

This could explain why he ordered that the action must take place today...

He has to know how much risks it takes to call the headquarter.

That's why he is playing a pizza man...

Jeez, now it makes sense.

"Oh, yeah...", she decided to play along. "I forgot about that. It was quite a long time since I ordered. I'm really hungry."

"Oh, about that...", Rui started. She finally understood. He was quite proud of her. Not all people would understand this allusion, especially since he used the voice changer for this talk. "It's a traffic there, so I don't think I could make it in time, you know? So if you are not alone, miss, please, let your friends know that you will probably get a cold pizza."

"Oh, right", she said. So that's what it was about? He can't go back... But what happened...? No, don't think about that, it's not your role. "Though, when it will be delivered?"

"Hm... As I look at this traffic... Maybe a day?"

"Oh... Quite long... I hope that I'll get a refund at least", she said trying to keep her act.

Rui only laughed.

"Of course, you will, miss. But for now, have a nice evening."

"You too. Bye."

"Bye!", Rui pulled the phone on its place and went out from the telephone booth.

The City looked differently than he remembered it before he left. It was more... futuristic, if you ask him. As a quite sentimental person, he would say that he misses the old version of it, when he was a high schooler with big dreams of becoming a director. However, life not always writes us the scenarios we would like to play and we sometimes must accept that we have to be flexible when it comes to our fate meeting our expectations and dreams. Fortune is a wheel, isn't it?

Maybe out of sentiment he stays here, even though he's the most wanted man there and he would probably spend rest of his life in the prison, if he was caught, but he couldn't care less. He wanted to feel this atmosphere once again, even though it's not the same as it used to be. Exploring enemies territory was just a side effect and a good alibi to don't make Nene worried.

Overall, it's not that bad here... But if Rui thinks that most of people don't know what happens behind these walls, it terrifies him.

Tsukasa made something to separate people here from the reality.

He plays his greatest show with each day here.

Rui thinks that he got the stardom, he aimed for.

The greatest show.

He snorted.

It sounds almost unrealistic, however, it's happening here.

And everyone are actors and audience at the same time.

He's curious about one thing, though.

Does Tsukasa also know he's a slave to his own show?

***

"Akiyama! I got something for you", Shiho walked to her immediately after the call.

"What's up, Shii?", they smiled at her.

"Ugh, don't call me that!", she rolled her eyes. "Come with me. You must hear this."

As Mizuki followed Shiho, they eventually arrived at her desk. She opened the calls history folder on her computer and played it. All calls in headquarter are recorded to make sure that in these cases like this one, there is a clue.

"Who was that?", they asked after they heard the whole record.

"I think that this might be Rui, but I'm not sure..."

"But he's in his office, how could he?"

"You don't know?", Shiho was surprised. "He left a little later after the captains went for a mission."

Mizuki was slightly shocked...

Is he suicidal or something?

They sigh.

"Okay... Give it to Ena, so she will make sure that it was him, if he used a voice changer, and we will see... That's all, see ya later!", they said cheerfully. Though, they were really worried. She must go to Nene. Immediately.

taglist: @chocowhimsy-wonderhoyy, @wishing-on-a-snowflake, @tsukasa-memes, @minakolada

[veliseraptor]

another tag game! this one from @anghraine. I feel like I've done it before but it's been a while and while probably nothing has actually changed it's always fun to look at stats

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: I know this one without looking and it's Life in Reverse (413,311), which will probably never be surpassed as my most popular fic. and after rereading recently I've kind of made my peace with that, a little bit. That is almost four times as many hits as the runner up, but it does have the unfair advantage of being 44 chapters.

2nd most kudos: I had a guess for this one and I was correct - it's With Absolute Splendor (11,470). It's creeping up on Life in Reverse for 1st place though I doubt it'll ever catch up.

3rd most comments: This is actually also With Absolute Splendor (873), which surprises me a little because this statistic tends to be biased toward multi-chapter fics.

4th most bookmarks: half a league onward (2,342), a fic which I feel kind of guilty about since I took its plot almost wholesale from someone else's tumblr post. I mean, I guess I did write the 17k of it, but still.

5th most words: This one I actually didn't know what to expect! Turns out it's Life After Death (71,109), unsurprisingly the first Yi City fic to make it on this list. I knew what I was doing when I chose to write in a niche subset of fandom.

Fewest words: Out of everything I've posted on AO3, ever, including crossposted works from FFN, apparently it is a Harry Potter fic, The Killing Curse (144). I wrote, like, three of those. I know for a fact this is not technically true, though, because I know there are actual 100 word drabbles on my Livejournal. I guess I just haven't gotten around to reposting those, probably because it hasn't felt worth the work. But maybe I should go back and reassess.

I tag @feralkwe, @mikkeneko, @brawlite, @ameliarating, and anyone else who feels so inclined!

[colormepurplex2]

Kaleidoscope | KNJ

▻ Kaleidoscope ↳ Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader ⤜ Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse ⤜ Neighbors AU | fluff, smut ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 6,543 (chapter WC listed below, each drabble can be read stand alone) ⤜ Summary: He’s your neighbor, but he’s also slowly become your secret muse over the years. It’s the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hall—the brilliant kaleidoscope in your life. ⚠️ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, kissing, flirting, v. sex, imagery of body worship, imagery of carnal indulgence (the smut is really soft; it’s more about the feeling and acceptance than the act) Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Part 1. Red (873 words)

Part 2. Orange (793 words)

Part 3. Yellow (1,550 words)

Part 4. Green (1,393 words)

Part 5. Blue (1,100 + text image)

Part 6. Purple (834 words)

Happy Birthday to the best leader, Kim Namjoon!💜

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ September 2023 “Big Boys” Flash Fiction Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine & @downbad4yoongi for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Main Master List ©️   2023-09  ColorMePurplex2

[deny-the-issue]

Rainbow Drabble Challenge

Blue

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Red, Orange, Yellow, Green <- Previous Chapter, Next Chapter -> Indigo, Violet

Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.

Chapter Summary: You visit Ser Otto once again and your true intentions come to light.

AO3 link

Rainbow drabble challenge

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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [angst] [hurt feelings] [873 words]

Butterflies evolve into a tempest of nervous wasps as the fated night approaches. Would he welcome you? Or send you away like a common whore?

Shame waxing and waning like the moon, the insecurity of your predicament makes you sick. Not of the body, but of the mind. You cannot stop thinking about him at every moment of the day. Even walking in the gardens brings you no relief, as you wish he were there beside you, hand in hand. 

The day of, you sit in your room from morning till dusk. Not eating, barely drinking. Only able to watch as time slowly whittles away, until the blue sky changes into the telltale sunset hues. 

You make your way to his official chambers just after sunset wearing a dress that would be more difficult to discard than the last. A heavy book encumbers your steps, but it comforts you to have an excuse for the guard lurking outside Ser Otto’s chambers. It shows good faith, or at least you hope. However, you cannot help the sinking feeling that he will see right through you, and not wish to go further.

One does not play with a man like Otto Hightower and get away with it, even if it is for pleasure’s sake alone. 

When the letter arrives on Otto Hightower’s ornate desk, he struggles with the prospect of breaching your trust. The blue wax seal of your house taunts him for a week before he opens it. The contents were upsetting to him on many fronts, and he stewed in his boiling pot of emotions for another week, unable to bring himself to deliver the letter to you. 

Ser Otto’s attention snaps to the door from the first muffled sound of your voice in the hallway. Anger swells in his belly as you walk into the room, just as he hoped and feared. He does not rise, only glares as you approach. The physical separation should make this easier for him.

Once safely alone with the door shut, he makes the first cut.

“Was it your plan to entrap me for personal gains?” he growls, his unmoving stare pinning you some feet from his desk.

Eyes resembling that of cornered prey, you stand there, speechless, mouth opening and closing as if you thought better of whatever excuse you were going to spout. Enraged at your lack of response, he slams his palms down on his desk as he stands, chair scraping violently against the stone floor. 

You flinch at the display and lower your gaze, not daring to meet his ire face-to-face. He rips the letter from the top drawer of his desk and tosses it at your feet.

“Read it,” he commands through gritted teeth.

Gently, you place the book on a nearby end table and gracefully retrieve the offending paper. Shaking hands open it, but you remain steadfast as your eyes move across the letters. With the signs of sadness written clearly on your face, you calmly fold the letter and drop it in his wastebasket. 

“I should have known you were a liar,” his words seek to wound, “have you come to tell me of the bastard growing in your belly?”

“No!” You finally find your voice and your spine. “Your books are not the only ones I have read, Ser Otto. I have learned a great deal from the Maester’s texts, like how to track my fertility cycle. I left nothing to chance–there was very little chance of my womb quickening the night we…”

You cannot utter the words. ‘Fucked’ is too obscene, and does not fit your idea of what you shared that night.  

“You cannot know such things,” he sneers, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“I only wished to taste happiness before it forsakes me forever!” Your voice breaks, and you pause to take a steadying, deep breath. “My family asked my permission to betrothe me to save them from financial ruin. I gave it willingly and I would not do anything to jeopardize the plans they have made!”

“How many times have you done this? How many men have had their way with you?” He slowly walks around his desk, eyes trained on you like a predator, cold and full of anger.

“Do you think I would risk so much for any other?” You snap, fisted hands shaking at your side as you stand your ground. “When I said ‘only for you’, I meant it with all of my heart! But if you truly think so low of me, my words matter not.”

“I would do anything to save my family. Please, if nothing else, believe in that. I bid you farewell for the last time, Ser Otto.” Your voice trembles ever so slightly as tears begin to well in your eyes, betraying the war raging inside you. 

Ser Otto holds his head high as you turn away from him. He almost stopped you from opening the door to leave, but begging is not in his nature. He is a man of clever action, and that is precisely the method he is going to use here. 

Settling at his desk with a heavy sigh, he reaches for his crow feather quill and begins a new letter. 

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Serendipity

by Grom1sk0 Serendipity - "El efecto por el cual uno se topa accidentalmente con algo verdaderamente maravilloso, especialmente mientras busca algo que no tiene nada que ver"   Isha no sabe como llego, extraña a Jinx pero ahora tiene a una gran madre O Barbara termino salvando y dándole un hogar a una pequeña niña Words: 873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), DCeased (DC Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Barbara Gordon, Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Superboy (DCU), Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana (Wonder Woman), Jonathan Kent, Jinx (League of Legends), Black Canary (DCU), Lex Luthor, Jim Gordon (DCU), Kate Kane (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Carrie Kelley, Helena Bertinelli, Duke Thomas, Jean-Paul Valley Additional Tags: Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Barbara Gordon is Batgirl, Barbara Gordon Needs a Hug, Protective Barbara Gordon, Isha Lives (Arcane: League of Legends), Isha Needs a Hug (Arcane: League of Legends), Autistic Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), POV Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), Adorable Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), Bruce Wayne is Batman, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Tentacle Dick, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Soft Tim Bradford, Tim Drake's Missing Spleen, Tim Drake and Jason Todd are Siblings, Damian Wayne is Robin, Tim Drake is Red Robin (DCU), Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Protective Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Stephanie Brown Deserves Better, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Cassandra Cain Needs a Hug, Good Older Sibling Cassandra Cain, Kate Kane is Batwoman (DCU), Mentioned Kate Kane (DCU), Protective Kate Kane (DCU), Good Sibling Carrie Kelley, Helena Bertinelli is Huntress, Helena Bertinelli is Batman, Duke Thomas is Signal, Good Sibling Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas is a Batfamily Member, Duke Thomas is a Ray of Sunshine, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Protective Alfred Pennyworth, Mentioned Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth is Bruce Wayne's Parent, POV Barbara Gordon via https://ift.tt/iTFm0hl

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I managed to write 873 words for my new chapter! TT I'm not giving up!

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Unplanned Consequences

by OpenLion

Caitlyn reveals the consequences of using the Hex Strap…

Words: 873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of Open Lion’s Arcane One Shots

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pregnant Caitlyn (League of Legends), Canon Lesbian Relationship

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I'm being super mature you big dumb hairy baby twat

https://ift.tt/ZnJWXFt by JessJesstheBest Snowball fight in the park - kids versus grownups. Jamie's on the kids' team. Words: 873, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Jessie's Writing Advent 2024 (We Must Carry On) Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Phoebe (Ted Lasso), various other children and their caregivers Relationships: Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt Additional Tags: Fluff, Crack, Snowball Fights, I'll never stop putting all of these characters together with their kids I think it's fun, Established Relationship, 2024 Advent Calendar, no beta we die like Earl source https://archiveofourown.org/works/61084201 December 05, 2024 at 07:06AM