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alpydk · 3 months ago

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Confessions

You asked for a sequel to Consequences so here I bring it.

Part 1 - Tav slept with Mizora, Gale left as we all know. Hate sex ensues at the epilogue party. That's it. Part 2 - They have another encounter - sex ensues. That's it.

Word Count - 3950 words CW - Angst/Smut - Happy ending ^^

The wedding invitation lay on the table, ivory parchment with a cherry red embossed trimming.

Karlach and Shadowheart... Baldur’s Gate... Elient...

It had been six months since the party where they had last met up, where Tav had last seen and spoke with Gale. She gritted her teeth at the memory, one of silver cups splayed in front of her, of her braid pulled taut behind her as he controlled her climax with a sense of dominance she had never seen before. “Now, my dear Tav. Say please.” She smirked to herself at the image of him behind her, his cock pressed against her, his eyes darkened with desire and anger. They had lain on that table for some time afterwards, their hearts beating in unison, an unspoken apology between them which remained unspoken. And now would soon come a wedding, an event that always came with drama of some sort.

Tav picked up the nearby quill, the decision of whether to attend or not posed at her fingertips. To see him again or not after what had last happened...

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“Leaving so soon?” Gale felt the shift of Tav’s weight from next to him, her ebony braid dragging across his tunic before he had the chance to realise what was happening.

She stood, pulling her scarlet dress down to cover her legs more modestly than where it had been hoisted up to. “It’s getting early, and I’m meant to be back in the city before lunch.”

The warmth he’d known for only a short while had again gone, replaced with the icy walls and defensiveness they’d started the party with. Despite the admittance of why she’d ran to Mizora and now the understanding of where each of them stood, it was clear one night of drunken, angry sex upon an oak table wouldn’t be enough to bury the hatred that had been spat between them with such venom and loathing.

He let out an exasperated huff of annoyance. Once again pushed aside, being punished by the one he supposedly loved. Maybe at this point he was the problem, constantly finding women to fill a void left within. He was certain there was some psychological aspect in play forcing him to go for women similar to his own strong-willed mother, and the concept sickened him, or possibly it was that of the bottle of wine which flowed throughout his system. “Gods forbid something be more important...” he muttered under his breath. Did he even want to give what they had a chance? Was it worth the pain, the heartache?

Tav selectively ignored his words, her body already bristling, a slight hangover drifting in with the taunting sunrise. How could she have been so reckless, so desperate to have him? She shuddered at the thought. “Well, I’ll be seeing you, Gale,” she said, collecting her black lingerie from under the table.

He could see the curve of her arse as she bent over, his body betraying his mind in one fell swoop, and he took the chance of her back being turned to him to sit up and hastily tie the drawstrings on his trousers. A little tighter than normal, he remarked internally, making sure not to make the same mistake as some hours before. “You don’t think we should perhaps discuss-”

She cut him off before the words could even be produced from his wine-tinged lips. “A drunken mistake made by two lonely and desperate people. No different than it was at Moonrise.”

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They didn’t speak after she had said those words, the harshness of them still causing her to hang her head in shame even now. That night at Moonrise had meant everything to her at one point, how they had admitted their love to one another, how he had conjured the soft bedsheets that smelt of lavender before worshipping her for hours in more ways than she could ever have dreamt of. Yet six months ago she was done, tired of their arguments, tired of Mystra and Mizora, but most of all, tired of him. She had to say it, the worst thing she could ever come up with, just to give them both finally a chance of moving on.

Her heart had broken behind her built up walls. She would not show him how guilty or hurt she was by all that had transpired. She’d simply brushed herself down and walked away from the campsite, her braid hanging down behind the scarlet dress she’d never wear again.

Since that night she had dated others, worked her way through numerous men and women looking for that same spark that ignited the flames within her, causing them to burn so brightly. She’s tried being submissive with a few, allowing them to order her around, praise her, punish her if that’s what they desired, but none came close to how he had been that night with her. The sensation lived under her skin. It swelled with the memories of him: his dark eyes, firm hands gripping her hips, a voice that controlled her very essence.

As she glanced at the invitation, she let out a deep breath and stretched out her back. She knew she would have to be there, two of her closest friends finally tying the knot, Karlach’s infernal engine fixed after almost a year in Avernus battling for her life. Tav also knew though that he would be there too, dressed in his finest, his heart once again stitched back together after the damage she had done. Black ink flowed onto the parchment, soaking through a tad before she removed the quill. The date was set, the confirmation given, the anxiety building with the thoughts of what was left of the man she’d once loved.

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The sun was slowly setting over the small chapel on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate. It was a modest church, large enough for a small party of friends and family, far enough away from the city that the sound of hustle and bustle could not reach it. Its white wooden doors lay open, welcoming a soon to be married couple and their guests, and with it came a light wind blowing autumn leaves into the aisle.

Gale sat alone inside on a pew. He’d been the first to arrive, and it seemed only suitable to check over the readings for the ceremony: selected poems he knew all too well. Admiring the red lilies and night orchids, which had been woven together, creating elaborate floral displays over the altar and around the confessionals, he couldn’t help but think. The colours complimented one another well, the crimson shades merging with the hints of purple. His mind drifted back to his old, tattered robes, the cherry red shirt that often lay with them in the corner of his tent as the sun rose during their travels. Nights devoted to making her smile.

He shifted uncomfortably, moving his attention to his suit. He’d gone away from purples long ago, Mystra’s influence tainting the colour with reminders of their weave touched relationship and for this occasion he had decided that simple was best. The black waistcoat he had chosen showed the physique he had been working on the last few months, his forearms toned and displayed from a navy shirt as he rolled the sleeves to a comfortable level.

He was already feeling the nerves, ones that he had tried to shift so many times in the last few weeks, and as his fingertips drifted to unbuttoning his collar, he knew it wasn’t likely to pass easily just by sitting and waiting for company. He rose from his seat, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension, and looked to the main doors of the chapel where moonlight was making its appearance. Soon the others would arrive, but now he needed to stretch his legs and enjoy the little peace that was available.

As the cool breeze blew through the waves of his hair, he spotted Tav walking up the quiet path towards him. Her head was faced away from his, her eyes drawn to the line of wildflowers that grew along the verge. She looked as beautiful as she ever had. Her dark hair hung down around her shoulders, silver beads placed in thin braids glistened as they caught light. Tav had kept her pattern of wearing red; this time, her short figure-hugging dress replaced with one that pinched her waist but flared out at the base. Her pale legs were still on display just as they’d been at the party and for a moment, he was dragged back to the memory of running his hands up those thighs as he’d done so many times before.

He turned his back on her, choosing instead to walk around the other side of the chapel, hoping that before she noticed him, others would arrive, and their interaction could be kept at a safe minimum. He would not make the same mistake as last time.

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“And now we will hear a brief poetry reading from Gale.” Astarion made sure to emphasise just how brief it would be as he left his position at the altar. Despite it being over two hundred years since his position of magistrate, somehow Baldarian law still gave him the allowance to operate and, as such, he had found himself in the unfortunate position of officiating the wedding of his two old friends. He stepped aside, letting Gale taking charge, hearing the nervous heartbeat that beat so relentlessly.

There were few guests in attendance who weren’t already at the party six months previously, but something about standing before them all, speaking words of love and commitment, filled him with an emotion he wished would vanish. A part of him knew this should have been his day, where the poem read would instead have been vows spoken with devotion to the one he loved. If only they had simply talked to one another.

“Good evening, my dear friends. It’s been some time once again since we last gathered like this. It’s good to see you all.” His eyes passed briefly over Tav; the words meant more for her than anyone in sitting in the room. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Well-” A nervous breath caught him, but it was enough to help him focus his attention. “For this most splendorous of occasions, I have indeed prepared a short poem which I would like to present to our most beautiful of couples.”

Karlach and Shadowheart stood before him, their hands entwined, their eyes glued on one another. The world around them may not have existed as they gazed lovingly at one another, a way in which Gale himself had once looked at Tav. His smile at them briefly turned sad before he shifted the memory and moved on quickly to reading.

His eyes met Tav’s as she watched, words originally meant for her now spoken openly. He hoped she knew this was for her, how despite everything, despite the anger and the heartbreak, it was always for her.

She glanced away from him, a rogue tear escaping her, which she was quick to wipe away. His deep brown eyes glistened under the moonlight, and she wished things could be different between them. How they both wished all this could be different, how the longed-for apologies could be said between one another. How they wished they could find a way back to one another.

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The ceremony ended, and Karlach and Shadowheart were eager to leave after accepting congratulations from everyone, a quick passing comment about seeing stars heard by a few at the exit to the chapel. Tav stood by the simple altar, rolling the petals of the lilies between her fingertips, lost in her own thoughts of the wedding and all that had occurred.

“A lovely evening, don’t you think?”

Gale’s tentative voice brought her back to reality, her hand quickly drawn from the flowers. Within the hallowed walls of the church, she did not want to fight as they had done the previous times, instead she kept herself quiet, hesitant, and watchful of his actions.

“Hm. It was. Your poetry was very...” She pondered over the words, trying to find something that would explain how much she enjoyed it, but not strong enough that he would see through to the emotions that had been sitting on her sleeve all evening. “...well written.”

He stepped closer to her, and he noticed the way her dress caught with the breeze from the open door, allowing him to catch sight of her inner thigh. “Well, it seemed an important occasion to put in a little more effort into rather than my previous dabbles with poetry.”

“I’m sure they both appreciated it.” Tav could feel as he grew closer to her, her eyes catching on the way he seemed leaner since their last meeting. His body seemed firmer, his trousers snugger upon his groin, the shirt hugging his upper arms in a way that made her want to bite her lower lip. She kept her composure. “You look really well, Gale.”

“I took some time after our last encounter to work on myself a little.”

“Well, it suits you.”

At the altar they stood facing one another, moonlight shining through the small windows, autumn leaves blown along the aisle. She looked up into his eyes, her heart beating in anticipation after what had occurred at the party. It felt as if something were in the air, a powerful force that could not be resisted drawing her to him each time they met, but this time, the anger was muted within the sacred walls.

Gale lifted his hand, brushing a lock of her ebony hair behind her ear, his touch soft and cautious, as if they were together at Moonrise once again and he was expecting rejection. “Tav...”

Just as last time she interrupted him, but this time not with venom filled words. Instead, she brought her lips to his, a resignation to the surrounding forces which bound their souls together. He responded in kind, a hand brought to her cheek and holding her steady, the other grasped to the fabric of her dress and pulling her hips towards his. He broke off the kiss, letting out a shaky breath, searching her eyes for the certainty that this was what she wanted.

She drew herself towards him again, an answer to his unspoken question, flushed lips on his in wanting, but when he did not return her kiss, she pulled back, a hint of rejection she did not wish to show lingering in her mind. “We both know how this is going to end,” she said, desire in her eyes.

“Precisely. We do.” Gale’s grasp on her hip loosened ever so slightly, the hand on her cheek moved lightly to her hair, his fingers curling between the locks. “We’ll share in each other’s bodies and as our souls return to their cages, we will part, just as we have before.”

“So, this is it? The end of everything?”

He looked to the braids in her hair, to how they twisted and turned just like that of the Weave he was so fond of. Everything in him screamed to let go of her, to walk away and never see her again, to find peace. But his heart whispered amongst the din. It ignored the arguments; it ignored the hateful comments they had shared; it ignored the lust. There were only the nights before Mizora, ones where he and Tav had lain simply together, her hand on his chest, their hearts beating together in sync. There had been unsaid acts of love before and after they’d even admitted their feelings, the day where she had held him close after Elminster had told him of his doomed fate, the night where they had simply cried together after Bhaal had killed her and she’d been born anew. How had so many moments vanished with that one mistake? How had so much hate been born from what was once unbound love?

“Gale, tell me. Is this it? If it is, I’ll accept.” Tav’s words were honest, the exhaustion she had felt six months ago bursting through. She didn’t want to fight anymore; she had no fight left in her. All she wanted was to move on, to know he could move on.

His gaze went from the braids to her eyes, moistened, reflecting the moonlight. The whisper grew into a shout that he could no longer ignore. It couldn’t end this way. They found one another again, a tenderness not shared in so long as hands moved from tight clasping to gentle strokes, as passionate kisses were replaced with delicate exploration. He found himself pushing her backwards, the confessional booth the only place of any privacy within the chapel. She was pushed up against the white door of it, the scarlet lilies brushing over her shoulder as she nudged open the door with the base of her heel.

There was little room and even less light behind the closed door, and Tav was quick to shift Gale onto the small bench that met them. “Forgive me, father...”

“Oh, none of that, my love. We do not plan to draw the eyes of any deities in here.”

She pressed herself onto him, feeling the growing bulge under his trousers, grinding her hips into him, allowing her own body to react with need. “Not much room in here.”

Gale smirked. He knew exactly what she spoke of as he felt the ache of his erection pushing on the tight fabric, but for once last time he play with her. “Well, there’d be more room if you hadn’t gained weight.”

“Prick.” Tav scowled, before slipping her tongue into his mouth, finding his and sucking it with wanton desire.

He reacted in kind, his hands moving up under her legs and positioning her straddled across his lap. As she arched herself into him, rubbing herself down against him, she released the slightest of moans and he could feel the way she quivered with each rock of her hips. He brought a hand further up her thigh, dipping under the cloth of her skirt and tracing the lace of her underwear.

A soft mewl told him how heated she was already, how she chased her climax so readily upon his lap. His fingers danced above the fabric, tracing a line down her cunt, feeling as she leaned into his hand instinctively. He released her mouth from his, letting her bury her head into the crook of his neck, heated breaths poured onto his skin. “You’re so eager, as always.”

“Only with you... Only ever with you,” she gasped, feeling as his fingertips slipped onto her naked flesh, languid lines becoming rhythmic circles where she needed them most. Her heart raced, her eyes closed, and all she could do was savour the moments as her wants and needs became a blessed reality. “Gods, Gale...”

A part of him was tempted to tease her as he had last time, a consequence of all she had done, but as she whimpered into him, his name on her desperate lips, all he wanted was more of her, to give to her again as he had done so long ago, to worship her, to love her. He increased his pace, listening as whimpers became moans, as she pulled her head back and bucked herself shamelessly into his hand.

She felt herself nearing her edge, felt the familiar swelling almost at breaking point, the knowledge that it was him doing this to her spurring her on and making it impossible to resist any longer. “Gale...” she gasped through parted lips. Looking down at him in the low-lit confession booth was all it took for the thin strand of control to snap, her orgasm hitting hard and fast, her muscles tensing and clenching. His hand was removed, but with that, she found herself perched again over his lap, his trousers appearing visibly uncomfortable as she lowered herself onto them, trying to ground herself as the world spun around her.

Gale sighed as she sat atop him, her breath slowly returning to normal. He was remaining patient, wanting each second to span an eternity should it all come crashing down again around them. It wasn’t long though before her hands found the rim of his trousers, tugging at them, and letting her mouth return to his. Very little time was spent taunting with what he had that she wanted more of, his trousers and underwear pulled down, hers left abandoned around one ankle and her dress hoisted up over his lap as she straddled him once again.

Through gritted teeth, he spoke as she hovered above him. “I have something to confess.”

“A little on the nose, don’t you think?” Tav purred, lowering herself onto him, sighing as her body adjusted to his size within her. She’d never forgotten how good he felt, never found anything that compared to him.

He breathed through the relaxed roll of her hips, but noted the way her arousal was building quicker with each thrust into her. “Maybe... but now or never...”

His words were falling on death ears as her hands explored the sides of his abdomen, more toned than six months ago, less to grip, but the sight made her wish she had the composure to remove his waistcoat and shirt, to see what lay beneath, teasing her. She wanted to reply, but words were escaping her, his rhythm, his angle, the forearm that held her close as she arched her body into him, wanting more of him, needing more.

A firm hand gripped her hip, preventing her from writhing, allowing him to plunge into her more firmly, to let him feel every needed bit of her. “I love you, Tav...”

The words hit her hard, the confession that he still loved her even after everything making her heartbeat quicken, her climax upon her in an instance.

He felt as she tightened around him, her walls contracting, putting pressure on him. His movements became more demanding, more focused as he sought his own release. Whispered words met his ears, words of love and care, confessions of her own singing out through satisfied breaths. His hips snapped into her, the bench beneath and her above giving little room for him to leave her fully, just a constant pressure wrapped around him, bringing him to his precipice.

The more he rutted into her, the more she began to whine, wave after wave of pleasure, an orgasm ending only to lead into another as one of his hands once again found her sensitive bundle of nerves. “I love you... I love you...” she screamed out from the confines of the enclosed stall.

Those words, the admission of truth were all it took. Gale gripped her closely, his body jerking as he spilled himself into her. Her neck was on his lips in seconds, the salted taste of her sweat upon his tongue welcome as aftershocks caused him to convulse into her further. With each one came another gasped moan, soon growing quieter and quieter as both relaxed into one another’s gentle embrace.

They held each other for some time in the darkened shadows of the confessional, as moonlight became the lazy rise of a sun within the chapel. They had shared how they both felt, forgiven each other without spoken apologies, shared their love just as they had once done. For now, all they had was this one night, one under stars and shadows of a stall, amongst scarlet lilies and dark purple night orchids. Talking could come later.

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jamiliana · 4 months ago

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random drabble cs i was bored :33 req open btw!

💫 warning 💫

♡ BLACK MALE FTM READER. kinda chubby too ig cs hes mentioned to have plump thighs once.

♡ abuse- kinda. gojo slaps u like once out of built up anger.

♡ MENTIONS OF MASTERBATION reader),, ALSO MENTIONS OF READER FUCKING OTHER PPL..(MEN AND WOMEN)

♡�� signs of depression,, i think ..

♡︎ unhealthy lifestyle for like a bit.

♡︎ reader is so oblivious 😔..

♡︎ uhh not proof read. i just kept typing until i lost momentum. also this is rlly short

♡ SORRY FOR THE HUGE AMOUNTS OF SPACES. i types ts on docs so its gonna do that

♡ no uppercase :3

♡ no nsfw (Ikkk i got lazy. plus im so bad at it.)

♡ this is rushed if u couldnt tell 🥸.

♡ GETO IS SO HOT 🫦🫦👅👅👅💦💦 oh yah u like gojo too :L

random song u can listen to for this ig (no it doesnt go along with this drabble (i think)):

geto suguru. when that name comes to mind, you bite your soft, light pink bottom lip- a beautiful contrast to your brown upper lip- and your knees swayed with weakness. geto suguru.. the man he was.. it almost disgusted you with how beautiful he was. almost.

those beautiful deep-violet eyes- the same color as the dark night sky as your eyes burn from how long you’ve been staring at the blinding light of your phone screen- pulling an all nighter of course. those eyes.. always crinkling as he smiles, the faint yet visible dimple on his pale skin winking at you. but it was never you, was it? always gojo. gojo this, gojo that. it made you sick. but you knew better than to express your hatred for gojo. after all.. he was quite attractive to you too. you don’t know at this point- every time you thought of satoru, you’d do the same thing you did when you thought of suguru- bite your lip and sway your knees as they weakened. but then you’d remember how sickeningly close him and suguru were and you’d feel the same feeling you felt now- jealousy.

ugh, jealousy. you hated it. you hate how jealous you were of both of the men. they had each other and you wish you had both of them. but that’d never happen. you knew all too well. even shoko- the other person that made them a trio looked left out at times.

you didn’t stand a chance. you didn’t.

but oh, you wish you did. it hurts so bad.

you suck in a bit of air and click the off button on the side of your phone.

it hurts..

the phone gets placed on your night stand as you shakily stand up from your bed.

what time was it? it felt like it has been so long since you’ve taken a shower today.

what month was it? january.. or was it july? what day was it? tuesday.. thursday?

tears spilled from your eyes- almost mocking you as you stared into the thing you’ve been avoiding since that day. that day where reality crashed down onto you.

your reflection.

God, it was disgusting.

your hair wasn’t dirty- thank God- but you have been forgetting to wear your bonnet. so your thick, curly type 4 hair was all over the place.

damn, you needed to set up a hair appointment.

but, gosh, it wasn’t only your hair.

the dark purple and horrid black under your eyes was a consequence of all the nights you’ve been awake. they weren’t the slight black under suguru’s eyes that he had from the make up he wore- oh God no. they were disgusting to look at. you swore you almost threw up.

your eyes looked so.. empty but you couldn’t bare to stare into them for any longer than a split second.

your beautiful brown skin wasn’t glowing like it always did. you’ve been forgetting to moisturize yourself after taking showers. along with the dried tears..

you were..

a mess.

yes, perfect wording.

a mess.

and all because of that day.

the day reality crashed.

the day gojo and geto kissed.

shoko clapped happily for them while you just blinked.

‘oh.’

you remember thinking.

‘of course. they are practically meant for eachother. why would i ever have a chance?’

you remember thinking.

after that day- May 25th- it was a saturday, you remember. you, shoko, geto, and gojo were at a caf��, deciding it would be a great way to hang out especially since school wasn’t in session.

you regret going.

you wish you never went.

but now, as you stare into your reflection, you say something aloud- to yourself of course.

“fuck them.”

‘fuck them’ indeed.

you chuckle, thanking the cashier and strutting your way out of the convenience store.

life has been great.

you’ve been getting healthier- not as healthy as you used to be- but still good nonetheless; drinking more water, getting back into your regular training, eating more fruits and vegetables, being active again.

a godly contrast to how you were a month ago.

things were better now.

sure, you still liked suguru and satoru.

and you hated that you did.

but you learned to accept it and move on. love doesn’t just leave so simply.

you have also learned to distance yourself from them.

you learned to just.. live. breeze through your days til your inevitable demise (which you knew was soon to come- especially as a sorcerer.)

though at least you breezed through them without any issue-

a hard chest stopped you from moving forward to your school along with a pair of rather big, strong hands gripping your shoulders from behind halting you to a stop.

“so this is where you’ve been, baby?”

baby?

“satoru?- wait,,”

with wobbly knees you attempted to turn around to at least look at the owner of the strong hands gripping your shoulders but a familiar soft voice filled your eardrums.

“stop trying to turn around, baby.”

again, with the baby stuff.. why were they being all love-y for? like how they used to be.

as friends, of course. they never liked you like that.

“suguru?! hah..”

why were they here? you made sure you wouldn’t ever run into them anymore.

so how..

you heard a chuckle- which you knew was from suguru because of how soft the chuckle was and because satoru- who was in front of you- had his soft, pink lips in a tight, firm, thin line.

”yes, baby boy, suguru,,~ it’s been a while.”

you weren’t even focused on how he called you baby boy,, after all, they always used to call you pet names.

‘which could mean nothing.’ you’d always say to yourself whenever satoru or suguru called you ‘baby’, ‘baby boy’, ‘prince’, etc.

you were more so focused on that word,, while.

a while is an understatement. it’s been a month and a few weeks since you’ve last talked to them or even glanced in their direction.

but oh, how you missed the soft, gentle, and kind voice of suguru and the obnoxious, loud, dee voice of satoru’s.

oh, how you missed the deep violet and the obnoxiously bright, blue eyes to contrast looking at you with such love care in their eyes,,

oh, how you missed the weird bangs and the man bun atop suguru’s head and the fluff of white atop satoru’s head that they’d always let you play with- espcially suguru,,

and the height difference. you missed how gojo and geto looked down at you as you talked excitedly about something while they smiled and muttered a few responses back- looking mesmerized at.. something. but it could never be you. right?

ugh.

fuck, you needed them so badly. you were tired of stuffing your fingers up your swollen cunt and pretending it was suguru’s or satoru’s. you were tired of fucking other women and men and pretending they were satoru and suguru.

you were tired.

“well? don’t you have something to say to us, (name)?” gojo said after only a few seconds of silence.

fuck. that teasing voice,, always made heat form in between your plump thighs.

“no? why should i say anything,,” you muttered in response, fumbling with the hem of the biker shorters you had decided to wear.

bad choice, really. but a majority of your wardrobe was biker shorts, Nikes, crocs, uggs, hoodies, simple multicolored tees, and Nike socks.

the other minority was just black and gray leggings and sweatpants that you barely wore unless it was cold.

you heard geto click his tongue.

“seriously, baby boy? when you started avoiding us, did you lose some brain cells too?” suguru spoke up.

you were just glad gojo didn’t. the man looked pissed. hell, his usually pale face was slightly a little red with a frown etched on his features.

‘thank God i’m black.. i could never..’

oh, right. you had to respond to geto.

“ah- what do you mean,, i haven’t been avoi-“

you were cut off by a harsh slap to your cheek.

ow.

it hurt so bad.

it hurt..

huh. funny. you remember feeling hurt.

“gojo!” suguru scolded, forcefully spinning you around and rubbing your cheek affectionately- concern etched all over his pretty, pale face,,

it felt so good…

you suppressed a whimper as you felt the familiar heat in between your legs that you once felt for suguru.

“sorry, suguru. but he- he’s lying. does he even know how much hurt we felt when he started avoiding us? he deserves it.”

what?

you forced yourself to turn back around to face gojo.

“huh- gojo-“

“satoru.”

oh,,?

“satoru.. i only avoided you guys because i didn’t want to ruin your relationship..”

silence.

after a few minutes of gojo breathing heavily while staring at you, suguru lifted you up with ease- snatching the case of cookies you had just brought and handing them to satoru.

what the fuck?

the sound of two muttered voices above your head is what awoke you.

“he looks so pretty, satoru..”

“i know. i can’t believe he’d ignore us for something so idiotic. does he not realize the way we look at him?”

what?

“what..?” you mumbled, slowly sitting up, putting your hands on the hard chest’s of whoever two people were on each of your sides to prop yourself up.

this was gonna be a long day.

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snowbunnywatching · 1 year ago

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Yep, it's a great vid! I think the message is spot on and I agree with most of it. Maybe that abandoning your race part goes a bit to that "white genocide" department which I've never really understood. I don't see this as a zero sum game where you have to "turn against your own race" to support interracial relationships. Other than that I think it's very good. It also touches subjects that I've experienced personally. I don't think I've never felt actual anger or hatred but definitely I've felt confused when I first found interracial porn. Why am I so excited to see white women have sex with black men? It took a while to wrap my head around that but the advice they give in the video describes very well the thought process I went through:

Black men are so good at fucking white girls that it arouses you. Girls make the right choice by not choosing you. Focus on being happy for them. Be thankful she chose a black man over you. Watch interracial porn to make this connection stronger. Fully accept your inferiority and masturbate to it.

Understanding and accepting that great deal of that excitement stems from feeling of inferiority was eye opening experience.

(Follow-up to this post.)

That is a good point. As a white girl, the attraction to interracial material is obvious: You see an attractive Black man making love to a white girl, so you just picture yourself in her place.

For white guys, the attraction is more complicated. You can't just picture yourself in the Black man's place - if you were, why not watch some white-on-white material instead, where the self-insertion is easier?

So as you're watching, you've got to come to grips with the fact that you're watching some other man make love to a girl you find attractive. And that the fact that he isn't you is the source of your excitement.

It's not surprising that the white guy feels confused about this. "Why does watching another man get what I want feel so good?" The video describes a good way to come to terms with all of this: Recognize the justness of the situation and feel happy on behalf of the girl and her lover.

#black and white fantasy

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saint-ajax · 10 months ago

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Phantom Of The Sea

THE ONLY DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON AND Aphrodite was Sierra. She inherited her mother’s ethereal beauty and as her father was the God of Sea, she could live in the deepest ocean there is. She was a product of mistakes and everyone in Olympus knew that. It may be one of the reasons why the Olympians look at her differently. None of the children wanted to make friends with her, and almost all her life she was treated miserably. But the Goddess of Warfare was the only soul who had a soft heart and kindness to the poor child. So as Sierra grew, she was clandestinely taught how to fight. She grew to be a brave lady with an astonishing beauty you can not deny. She was so beautiful that her mother, the Goddess of beauty and love, discovered a covetous jealousy that possessed her to banish her own daughter from her palace and sent her to her father to live in the sea. Sierra left Olympus with her heart filled with anger, hatred, and rage built ever since she was a child.

In her life under the deepest and darkest sea, she found light in her enchanting voice and grace. At one point, she discovered that the sound and sight of her can seduce mortals, men, women, and… Gods. Ever since she was a child, she was clueless about what she was given to rule, what she was destined to be a God of, but now in her new home, her lustrous scales gave her an idea. She was the Goddess of Sirens.

Her heart was painted in anger and it pushed her to use her assets to seduce mortals who dared to sail, bring them to her cave, and decide their time of death. This continued for almost an eternity, thousands of humans tried to find and catch the infamous killer of the sea but none of them succeeded in passing her deceitful seducing mirage.

One morning, in one of her favorite islands where no one lives but silence, her paradise, where she goes to pass the time, had a living breathing mortal out of nowhere. The stranger was a rugged man in a veil. His mask seemed to be a skull of a being. And this awakened Sierra’s interest. It paused her plans to make that man her meal. From the corner of the island where she wouldn’t be seen by the young man, she eyed him in serenity. She watched how he walked by the shore in the morning and witnessed his sailing whenever the sunset. Her former annoyance of him vanished, whereupon the peacefulness of the island remained even with his presence.

One afternoon, Sierra’s curiosity got the best of her, and entertained the idea of approaching the boy’s boat without him looking. Her sneaking exposed her to silver and brass apparatus. Her attention was focused on a piece of silverware with four pointed edges. In a quick move, she swam deep with the material in hand. Back in her cave, after staring for hours at it, she ended up using it to untangle her silk hair. Meanwhile, the young man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why the calm water moved, but his focus was quickly diverted to his missing fork.

The next day when he sailed, his fork came back out of nowhere with shiny pearls. Confusion built in his mind as he set them aside. Several exchanges of the moon and sun passed and their dance continued in its own rhythm. In every missing silver, comes back with newfound pearls. Whenever it was time to close the day, there was a mortal and a goddess watching without knowing the other knew about their presence.

He could afford to build a castle with the amount of pearls he earned, he thought. At long last, he then decided to wait and catch the thief and returner of his belongings.

He kept an eye on his ship and the body of water as the sun ended its reign, and by the time daylight covered the scene, the fairest woman he had ever laid his sight on made an appearance that surprised both companies. Their opposite-tinted orbs met. Once she realized that he saw her, she vanished out of thin air. She went back to her pitch-black nature. While he tried to chase her with his eyes, his confusion unfortunately froze him in his spot and he did nothing but let and watch her leave.

The young man’s night became devoted to debating and thinking about whether it was a mermaid he saw. If he was in fact correct, he would be rewarded by the King if he ever brought them into their hands. The night went by and afterglow arrived once again, he found himself in his usual spot waiting for the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Meanwhile, Sierra purposely showed up, she was testing what would be the mortal’s reaction to her presence. If he dares to make the wrong move, then there would be a siren singing that night.

But silence joined salt air when they finally saw each other. Their eyes lingered on one another until the young man decided to shatter the deafening silence between them.

"When shall you be returning my silverware, fair lady?”

The masculine man’s first words to her left her dazed. She could sense no fear as he stared directly at her radiant orbs and it only blossomed her curiosity of the man. When the fair lady did not respond, he tried once again.

“Are you heedless that thy actions as stealing are pondered as a crime you shall be responsible for?”

Her eyebrows lifted at his statement, and she enchanted him by simply speaking.

“I committed no crime when I intended to restore your taken treasure, and in truth, gave back more than I took.”

“Capturing an object that is not thy possession without permission is known as stealing which is a crime.”

The young man noticed that her eyes were focused on his neck, where his pendant of identification hangs from his service as a remarkable knight lieutenant for the King. When she pointed at it, he immediately disapproved by shaking his head.

“I vow to return your fortune.” She swears.

“I’m afraid that's not happening.” He declines.

“I advise you to trade it for gold.”

“You heard me the first time, my lady.”

“Sierra.” She received only a hum of acknowledgment from the young man. “And you are..?”

“Ghost.” He made her smile. And all of a sudden he couldn’t look away from her blinding beauty.

“You are a mortal named ‘Ghost’?” He confirmed with a nod as she released a contagious laugh.

Ever since the mortal and the goddess met, they didn’t realize that they deliberately pledged time to spend together to capture the last gasp of beauty before the death of the day perpetually.

Sierra even sang for Ghost once without any incantation and what he could only utter was,

“You are a Goddess I would worship for eternity, Sierra.”

While she only responded with a mischievous sly grin.

Like a usual afternoon, Sierra and Ghost were letting one another read chapters of their life.

“Ghost.. Was the designated name for me when I performed my duties as a Lieutenant for the King.”

“Lieutenant.. Ghost?” She fathomed in fascination. “If so.. Then ’Ghost’ is not your true name?”

He hummed to confirm. That had put a frown on her face when she perceived the truth of the lack of trust he had for her by the simplicity of giving his birth name. Ghost took notice of her sudden silence, therefore, he tried to check up on her, but she was quicker to notice that he saw what was happening with her thus she proceeded to speak before him to cut him off.

“Oh, I nearly forgot to caution you to be careful..there is a forthcoming storm.”

His brows knitted at her change of topic. “It shall be as you say.” She nodded at his response. And when she prepared to swim away, he tried to stop her.

“Am I bound to hope that we shall meet again?”

“Fate shall know… Ghost.”

She purposely weighed his name before vanishing to the depths of sea.

When the moon wielded the night, Sierra’s oath came to life. Gigantic waves dominated the sea, heavy drops of rain demolished, and it was pure rage the wind and lighting proclaimed. Inside his sanctuary, there was no distress, no terror of the storm from Ghost but worry for the lady who was recently trapped in his labyrinth. He was worried for the mermaid who lived below the light and kept him on the edge of his seat the whole night. But the reign of moon finally ended yet all he could think about was her safety, her situation, if she was harmed or hopefully spent the night safely.

Soon the king of light rose from the horizon, chirps of birds echoed along the calm wind and the sea was now at ease. A quiet knock came from the door. He was puzzled as he reached to open the entrance and see whoever was at the other side.

The ground caught his jaw when the door gave sight of the Goddess on the other side. A captivating heavenly beauty stood familiar by heart, covered in peplos.

He was speechless, left in shock. He couldn’t believe a Goddess was standing right in front of his eyes. Luckily, a skull and clothing hid his face from the world.

“Pleasant morning, Ghost. I only arrived as I wish to be aware of your condition after the storm.”

Her soothing tone comforted the harmonic morning and it brought him back to reality. He came back to his senses when he realized it was Sierra who was the stunning ethereal lady standing in front of him.

“Sierra..”

“Ghost? Are you well?” She was starting to worry about his lack of response.

“Sierra.. How are you with feet? I was secured the whole night. I am grateful that you care. You are the one who shall be questioned of their well-being. Do come in.” He widened the space for her to enter.

“My pleasure. It is not necessary for you to worry about my health. I have experienced an even more terrible life in Olympus.”

“I guess so.. –Olympus?”

Sierra’s eyes widened when she realized what she had shared.

“I only casted my feet to know if you are well. Are you confident that you are?”

“You endangered yourself due to my being? Sierra, you are clueless of what you are doing. You shall come as I will take you back to your home.”

“You are home.”

“Stop being oblivious, Sierra. You would not desire to be with me, for I am not a nobleman.”

“I am certain that it is not an appalling atrocity.”

“I have taken hundreds of lives with my bare hands, Sierra.”

“I am aware. You are the Lieutenant for your King, did you not say?”

“Exactly.”

“Therefore?”

“You are the definition of pure and noble, Sierra. Your flawless skin.. your angelic eyes I could not find myself to look away from.. your luscious tail. In truth, you define perfection.”

“I have not heard of your true name nor have I seen the magnificent mortal behind the mask, Ghost. Thus, same as me, you have not dived into my pool of sins for you to be definite of my genuine self.”

“I am certain that it is not an appalling atrocity.”

When Ghost threw her own words at her, she couldn't hold it anymore.

“I behold such a fact that you are aware of my great love and care for you, Ghost. May whoever or whatever you have done.” Sierra held back tears before abandoning him speechless. And it was too late when he tried to run after her.

Days elapsed and Ghost sailed consistently to try and catch Sierra by the nightfall, the time of day they usually meet, hoping to ask for her forgiveness. But days evolved into weeks and it was beginning to feel as if there was no existence of the mermaid at all.

A mermaid who woke his long dead heart.

He was filled with great sorrow and regret in the days when there were no signs of Sierra.

Until one night, a miracle knocked on his door and made his heart beat crazy in hope of seeing Sierra once he opened the door. Heaven and earth entwined him when a different face of a goddess faced him.

“Are you the mortal known as ‘Ghost’?” Authority and bravery would be sensed on her tone of speaking.

“I am.” He responded.

“If you without a doubt care about the Goddess of Sirens, you are to come with me right this moment.”

“In what reasons would I care about the Goddess of Sirens?” Even if Ghost thought he had an idea who the lady was talking about, he didn't make it obvious.

“For the Goddess of Sirens who ruled the Sea is named.. Sierra.”

It was as if he was poured down with cold water with what he heard that he couldn't speak.

“You are nothing but a fool if you weren't aware of this truth. Cease this nonsense right this instance and save the Goddess from the verdict of Zeus.”

Athena made the former soldier do as told with her commanding tone. Ghost wasn't sure how they arrived at the sacred mountain of Olympus, but he was certain that it was Gods and Goddesses daggering him with looks full of judgment and studying his existence as if he wasn't meant to be there. And they were correct, he was just a mortal who had no right to be in the same place or even breathe the same air as God. But he did not have any time nor intended to self-pity, for this once caused him the sole reason of his being. Or in simpler words, the love of his life. The only soul who was ready to accept and love him for whoever or whatever he had done.

Proud yet emotionless was the face carved behind the mask of Ghost. He followed right behind Athena who stood and bowed to show respect to the throne of Zeus. One gesture of Zeus and Athena vanished from her position and stepped aside, leaving the center of attention to the only mortal in the room. Zeus flashed a taunting smirk when the mortal in front of him did not dare to break the eye contact it held with a God.

“A foolish and impudent mortal is the one you bring to save the Goddess of Sirens from death, Athena?!” He yelled, howled, and tore the noises they caused that made the whole stadium sit in silence.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of Warfare reacted as if she heard nothing, as if she wasn't yelled at by the God of all, she remained cold and unmoved while staring at nothing. Ghost had the exact same posture except his eyes widened when he took notice of the use of the word death in the same sentence with Sierra.

“Death.. ?” He could not hold back anymore and started asking, he badly wanted to know her situation. Is she okay? Has she eaten yet? Where was she? Is she in the middle of the sea waiting for him to sail? How he wished that their condition would always be as it was.

“Precisely. The daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite shall be punished for unjust killings of thousands of mortals! men.. women.. And demigods.”

Ghost knew that taking one’s life is vile, wrong, evil. But he couldn’t force to stop the smile that was forming on his lips when he knew that the woman who owned his heart was the same as he was. Morally corrupt, rotten soul, sinful and ungodly, a killer. They were fit for each other.

“Yet.. the judgment can still be revoked..” All of a sudden, Ghost found a shed of light for just a split second when Zeus continued.

“If only she were to marry me.”

His closed fist tightened its grip on nothing when he heard those words. His anger boiled when he heard the condition of Sierra’s freedom from death. She was his. He would never let death nor any God or mortal take her away.

“Bring her out!” He demanded.

“Fool! And who did you think you are for anyone here to follow!?”

“Bring Sierra out!” The mortal wasn’t moved one bit and even had a higher tone in speaking to a god.

“Mortal!” Athena called out to Ghost to scold him for disrespecting.

The mocking laugh Zeus released thundered the entire domain as he gestured to one of the knights.

“You’re brave, Lieutenant.” An insulting smirk appeared on his lips while he sneered at Ghost, “I'll give you that.” obviously wanting him to know that he knew who he was.

“Summon the Goddess.” Zeus commanded calmly which the knights obeyed immediately. A few tense minutes went by and the sound of chains hitting the ground was starting to sound close by. Then the knights appeared surrounding the most beautiful goddess in the room. But there was something off with her. She looked lifeless. And as if a dog whose owner did not want her to bark, she had a dog muzzle. His heart of stone tore into a million pieces at the scene. He fought the urge to run and rip the rope securing her wrists and feet and pull her to his embrace.

But he became a statue as he took in her condition. She was pale, hollow-cheeked, as if she was starving for weeks. They forcedly sat her beside Zeus’ throne, as if she was the reigning Queen.

“Sierra..” He whispered weakly.

She slowly brought her gaze up to find the source of that familiar voice and found his warm eyes staring back at her. The eyes that calm her system down. She couldn’t do anything but squirm and persist to be free from being restrained. Her radiant eyes moistened from tears that begged to fall when she saw him. Weak and faint cries were heard from Sierra.

Ghost wasn’t able to hold it together anymore when her cries reached his ears. He tried to run to her, but the alert knights held and forced him down before he caught the throne.

“You stop this instance you imbeciles! You! Mortal! If you, as you claim, care for the Goddess, I challenge you to prove it right this moment.” One flick of his hand and one of the chevaliers threw Ghost away and a sword at him. He wholeheartedly accepted the challenge.

Sierra became undone at the scene in front of her. She was nervous, scared, and at the same time impressed at the mad skills Ghost was showing as he defended and slayed the knights of gods. There was fire in his eyes, igniting him to win. But the battle wasn’t fair and square, Zeus was tiring him out by sending more and more warriors with each knight he slayed. Sierra kept squirming in her seat as she witnessed the unfair battle before flinching when she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

Ghost was well aware of Zeus’ intentions, he was purposely exhausting him so he would give up, but no matter how many stabs or bruises he received, giving up would never cross his mind knowing the price it pays.

Each swish of sword and duck of his, he sensed where the other was if it was nowhere near his sight. As he jabbed the steel into the man’s chest breaking through its skin and sinking into its bones, it was too late to duck from the stab that was coming from behind, but before a blade passed through him, a dead body dropped behind him instead, at the same time when the one in front his face dropped dead. When he turned around, he saw Sierra with a sword slightly gasping for air, his saviour from the traitor enemy. She ran to help him as soon as Athena untied her.

“Ghost..” She whispered breathlessly. Just a few more steps and they were finally able to feel another’s embrace. At the drop of the armor, Sierra locked his neck around her arms while Ghost secured her waist in his arms.

“I love you, Sierra. I am such a fool, please, I need you to forgive—”

“Shh.. shh.. I know, my only. I know. And I love you too, I love you so much.”

“Fools!” At the same time as Zeus let out a scream, the arrow came free and landed on the back of the mortal.

Sierra froze on her spot as she slowly processed what just happened. Ghost’s blooded body fell on the ground but she immediately tried to catch his head.

“No.. no.. this.. This is not possible. This can not be.. no.. ”

She couldn’t control the tears that were falling from her eyes. All the anger that burned inside her for centuries was turning into pure pain and sorrow.

“Ghost.. Don’t.. Please.. Don’t leave me.. I beg of you.. Don’t.”

Ghost weakly tried to reach his balaclava to let the Goddess know his genuine self. While Sierra was as seen as if she saw an angel, a handsome hunk angel. Even if he was painted in blood, and deep scars, it didn’t manage to lessen his striking beauty. From his brilliant eyes, sharp nose, and jaw, she was falling for him all over again.

“You are the most handsome mortal I sang for.”

“You are the most beautiful goddess I fought for.”

At the same time a smile appeared on Sierra’s lips was the escape of tears and a cough of blood from Ghost.

“Oh, Ghost. No.. shh.. no.. my ghost.."

“Simon.” Simon corrected. “Simon is my true name, my only.”

“Simon..” Sierra repeated in fascination. “I love you, Simon. I do.”

She left a kiss on his forehead as Simon left his last words before his last breath.

“For eternity, even at the last gasp of sun, I can only witness beauty when I’m with you.”

Each corner of the stadium was filled with Sierra’s screeching scream when Ghost officially caught his last breath. Her pain and grief were painfully evident in her yells and her cries. Every god and goddess watched her scream in pain. Her agony maimed everyone who heard her howl on the whole mountain of sacredness.

Yet no matter what the two of them went through that day, she was still served with death on the same day and neither of her parents defended or sought to comfort her. No one ever did except for the mortal who lay lifeless next to her.

From that day on, the cry and screams of agony of the siren echoed eternally at the depths of the sea, and anyone who came across, anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, was never found.

And that became the birth of the phantom of the sea.

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beardedmrbean · 2 months ago

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Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, was interrupted during a congressional hearing dedicated to discussing "hate" on Tuesday by an anti-Israel agitator who stood up shouting "F---ing Jews."

During the Senate Judiciary Committee hearing titled, "A Threat to Justice Everywhere: Stemming the Tide of Hate Crimes in America," Cruz discussed soaring antisemitism on college campuses in the wake of Oct. 7.

"Antisemitism is a unique, historic form of evil, and over millennia, it is manifested in violence, mass murder and genocide," Cruz said. "October 7th was one of the darkest days in human history when terrorists murdered over 1,200 Israelis and took 251 hostages. Women and girls were raped. It was the single largest mass murder of Jews in a day since the Holocaust. In the wake of October 7th, we have seen antisemitism explode across the United States and across the world, but especially on college campuses."

After listing examples of antisemitic and pro-Hamas messages hurled toward Jewish students, Cruz called out the Biden-Harris administration.

COLUMBIA ANTI-ISRAEL AGITATORS TO REACH ‘CRESCENDO OF INTIMIDATION’ AS SCHOOL SUFFERS LATEST BLACK EYE

"Throughout all of this, the Biden-Harris administration has been utterly absent. Does anyone doubt if the Klan were on college campuses terrorizing African American students, threatening African American students, that we would see the FBI there, that we would see prosecutors there, that we would see federal funding cut off to universities? Of course we would. And we should," Cruz said. "But when it comes to antisemitism, the Democrats have a problem. I would note this is occurring in blue states with blue governors, because the Democrat Party is terrified of the pro-Hamas wing of their party."

"In states like Texas and Florida, we don't allow this. At the University of Texas, when violent protests threatened Jewish students, police officers arrived and arrested them. That's what happened when you enforce the law," Cruz continued. "Every Republican member of this committee asked the chairman to hold a hearing on antisemitism in February. And yet we don't get a hearing on antisemitism. We get a hearing generically on hate."

Cruz was about to explain why he believes the Biden administration is to blame for this, when a man in the audience stood up and interjected, shouting profanities including "F---ing Jews," according to video on social media. The anti-Israel agitator was then escorted out.

"And this is the kind of anger and hate that is encouraged. You're now seeing the hate manifesting right here," Cruz said, referencing the protester.

"So we now have a demonstration of antisemitism. We have a demonstration of the hate," he added.

Cruz proceeded to ask one of the witnesses, Mark Goldfeder, director of the National Jewish Advocacy Center, "Has the Biden administration cut off the funding of any of the colleges that have allowed this hate? Have they indicted anyone for funding these violent protests? Have they indicted the people paying for the matching tents, or have they sat there silently and have the universities, sat there silently while their students are terrified to go to class?"

Goldfeder responded, "They have not indicted anyone."

"Has any university had their funding cut off for allowing this sort of violent intimidation?" Cruz asked.

"Not a single university," Goldfeder said.

The senator earlier referenced how the Anti-Defamation League has illustrated how the number of antisemitic incidents in the United States more than doubled from 2022 to 2023.

ACTRESS SELMA BLAIR CONDEMNS ANTI-ISRAEL PROTESTERS 'PRAISING' HAMAS TERRORISTS: 'SOMETHING VERY WRONG'

Cruz said that "college campuses in particular have become vile incubators of hatred of Jews," citing examples of how one Cornell University student made threats after Oct. 7, including statements such as "if I see a pig, male Jew, I will stab you and slit your throat.If I see another pig female Jew, I will drag you away and rape you and throw you off a cliff."

The Republican senator displayed a flier circulated by a student organization at California State University, Long Beach, calling for a "Day of Resistance" celebrating Oct. 7, noting how the flier included an image of a person parachuting with a fan attached, "a direct reference to and a glorification of Hamas terrorists that used gliders to descend upon a music festival and murder 260 innocent people and take many more hostages."

Cruz recalled that in the days after now-former Columbia University President Minouche Shafik was confronted about soaring antisemitism on campus before the House Education and the Workforce Committee in April, Rabbi Elie Buechler issued a warning to Jewish students that Columbia "cannot guarantee Jewish students' safety in the face of extreme antisemitism and anarchy," and that he "would strongly recommend" that Jewish students leave campus and go back to their homes.

Cruz said the rabbi "had every reason to be concerned," as at Columbia's campus, individuals yelled, "We're all Hamas! Long live Hamas!"

The senator continued to list examples of antisemitism on campuses across the U.S., including the granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor who was told to "go back to the gas chambers," and displayed a photo of a student at Columbia University holding a sign reading "al-Qassam's next targets," in front of a group of students holding American and Israeli flags in counter-protest.

"Al-Qassam is the military arm of Hamas. According to social media, this particular student is a wealthy student from Georgia. She's not Palestinian, but she has been taught lies and hatred, and she feels perfectly comfortable advocating the murder of her fellow students at Columbia," Cruz said.

#nunyas news #need to form some palestine isn't real groups #at the colleges that have the pro hamass groups #just start referring to them as nazi jr clubs instead of pro pal

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lieslab · 8 days ago

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Why does my skin start to burn?

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Pairing: Lee Felix X gn reader

Summary: Watching Felix read his bible leads to a conversation far deeper than he ever imagined.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.1K

Trigger warning: Anxiety, religious guilt, anger, mentions of murder, sexual assault, hate crimes, hatred against women, child abuse, and animal cruelty.

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And the two of you fell into a constant routine; a constant pull of gravity of earth and moon. One could not function properly without the other. What good is the earth without the moon?

The pale moonlight that trails the lost from darkened woods. It highlights the faces of lovers at night and speaks whispers to children, at least, that’s what they think. Their very own personal protector against the darkness, a light in a beacon of nothingness, the one thing that makes them feel as if they’re not so alone.

You were on your back and already tucked beneath the blankets. That moon sat outside the fluttering curtains. A cool breeze shifted in, but it didn’t help the bubbling anxiety. The what-ifs were back again and as much as you tried to push them away, they remained as a constant thorn in your side.

Yellow light pooled around the front of the bed via a side lamp. Beside you, the warmth of Felix’s body provided comfort. He was sitting up beside you and tucked beneath the blankets too. You were both draped in the king-sized maroon bedding. Nothing could harm the two of you here. It’s what you wanted to believe.

A black leather-back bible sat in Felix’s hands. The occasional wisp of a page turning filled the air. His eyebrows sat in a natural furrow as he studied the information. His lips moved as he read, a way to absorb more of the words that way.

The word of God was so crucial to some. Sometimes in ways that you would never understand. How could you? How could you understand when talking to God felt like talking to empty air?

People like to say God is there. They like to say he’s always listening and always watching. Maybe he is and maybe he isn’t. It’s always been something you’ve questioned. Some say it’s the lack of faith, but you always say that maybe it’s just the lack of mankind itself.

Thoughts and prayers. It’s always the thoughts and prayers. Thoughts and prayers through the hurricanes and thunderstorms. Thoughts and prayers when you’re left with your skin on fire after recounting an incident of sexual assault. Thoughts and prayers when life throws you into the deep end and there’s nothing to grab onto.

There is no life preserver. The words pelt and then slide off of you. They hold no meaning. The weight of your actions is set in stone and words are just words. They can change at any time. A verbal pity works for some, but for others, it feels like receiving a half-deflated balloon on their birthday.

You sat there with your eyes closed. The low hum of the ceiling fan and the soft whispers of Felix’s voice. Somewhere in the new testament, something about Jesus and the damnation of hell.

The damnation of hell was eternal. Hot flames lick your skin, but there is no ice to soothe the burn. Skin shrivels and crisps and no matter how much you try, it just won’t disappear. Forever and ever, a seal of God’s abandonment. A testament that you’re just not good enough in his eyes.

Life is hard and religion can be confusing. So many devotions and deities. Some say sit and others say stay. Everyone always says theirs is the right one, but which one truly is right? Which one saves you from the flames?

“Felix?” Your eyes fluttered open as you mumbled his name. His soft whispers didn’t stop. Too absorbed in the word, he didn’t hear you. He stayed focused until you shifted and called his name louder.

“Hmm?” The bible slid down. His thumbs pressed down on the pages to hold the book open. “I thought you were asleep.”

“How do you believe in God?”

“Huh?” His head shifted.

“How do you believe?” You uttered again. “How do you know it’s real?”

“Because God loves everyone. God’s love is unchanging and it’s unconditional.”

You shook your head, pushed off the blankets, and sat up. “How do you truly know? How do you stop it from feeling so silly? How do you believe in God when it feels fake?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “When it feels fake? What do you mean?” He studied your body language. Your arms had curled around your torso. You looked so vulnerable as you eyed the book in his hands. “Oh.”

He knew you often struggled. Dating someone who didn’t quite believe the same way as you could push a bit of a challenge at times. The two of you often did an unsteady dance. Most of the time, he kept his religion to himself. You asked here and there, but he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

“How do you believe in a God when it feels like everything is falling apart? When the world is crumbling, when people are cruel, when they’re getting hurt; how do you live with it?”

You didn’t mean to pour it onto him like this. You didn’t mean to grieve and to seem so weak, but what else could you do? Empathy pooled and rather than living on earth, it felt more like living in the pits of hell.

Another life lost to murder. Another hate crime because to some, skin color isn’t just skin, it’s a sin. Another kid forced into the ugly hands of the world because of who they love.

The degradation and damnation of a woman. Just an object. A thing. A toy. A hole. A whore.

Where was God when children went to bed crying and bleeding due to monsters within their households? When dogs were kicked in the ribs by strangers in the middle of nowhere? When a duct-tape cardboard box, full of kittens with sparkling eyes; a box full of vibrancy, was reduced to nothingness as it sank beneath the the top of a bubbling swamp?

How do you believe when it all spirals out of control? When the darkness blinds you and no matter how much you try to take it off, you can’t fix a severed optic nerve. There is nothing that can restore the sight once the nerve is severed.

“I have hope,” Felix finally uttered. “I read this,” he gently shook the bible, “and I try to do what’s right. In the bible, Jesus is a sinless human, but we’re not like that. We’re bound to sin and fall into temptation at one point or another.”

“But we’re made flawless in God’s image. So why does…” Your voice cut off as a lump formed in your throat.

You knew it was dumb. He believed what he believed and that was that. It wasn’t your place to change it, but you just didn’t understand. How could someone so easily pretend that everything was okay? The world was on fire. Sin was everywhere. How didn’t it hurt him as much as it hurt you?

“I have those days too, you know.” He shifted the thin black string that was glued into the book binding. The thick book closed with a soft thud. The string marked the last page he was on.

“There’s a lot of nasty stuff out there, so I read the bible. I utter prayers and I believe because I have to believe that something happens to cruel people. I have to believe that the monsters will get what they deserve when it’s all said and done.”

“I’m not perfect and I don’t claim to be. In fact, I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be flawed, I want to be forced to change, I want to be challenged, so I can grow. What is this life if not a constant chance to stride to be better? To do more? To be a decent person?”

One of his hands slipped into yours. Warm fingers curled around your palm and his thumb slid along the backside of your hand. “Some days, it’s a lot for me too. I think there’s a lot we don’t understand, but this makes sense for me.”

“You really believe that sinning sends you to hell?”

“I don’t think God will send you to hell if you tell a little white lie now and then, but I think he will if you like to be an asshole on a daily basis. I don’t know for sure, I’m not God. This book has been rewritten so many times, but I like to think that the theme is the same.”

“I worry that the deceased people I love are burning. I worry that they’re lost on the other side somehow. I worry about death. I worry about…” Your eyes slipped shut, but a tear fell through. “I worry about everything.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. One of the greatest things about life is that you can pick whatever you want. You can be who you want to be and believe in whatever you want to. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not.” He reached up and gently wiped the tear with his thumb.

“You’re not going to break up with me and damn me to hell if I don’t believe in your god?” Your eyes opened to face him.

A small smile tugged at his face and he shook his head. “That’s not who I am. As long as you’re not being a jerk and you’re happy, then why should I care? It’s not up to me to control you and you shouldn’t let anyone dictate things like that.”

“You’ve got a good heart and a good head on your shoulders.” His hand reached up towards your face. Your breath caught in your throat and you fell hard into that pool of warm molasses.

The sweetness of honey, warm molasses, and gentle understanding. Why couldn’t we have more of it? The kindness, the selflessness, the happiness that one inspired in others? As you stared into his eyes, you wished more people could be like him.

“I want you to be happy. If you want to ask questions about God, I’ll try to answer them. If you don’t, that’s okay too.” He shrugged, “it’s not a big deal.”

“How do you stay so positive when there’s so much evil in the world?”

“I want no part of it. I like to think that maybe if I’m kind and I treat people how I want to be treated, maybe it’ll make a difference somewhere. Maybe I’ll change someone somewhere. The world could use more kindness.”

His hand gently cupped your cheek. More tears were slipping out and he brushed them away. “There’s a lot of evil in this world, but there’s a lot of goodness too. Kindness doesn’t have to be some huge thing. It can be gifted to people in a variety of ways.”

“Like yesterday,” he smiled, “a little girl was outside with a lemonade stand. She made signs and everything. I bought a cup of lemonade and then put a little extra money in her tip jar.”

“She was excited and she said she was raising money for a new bike. She was so excited, she took off into her house with her pigtails bobbling.” He laughed at the memory of it. “It was so cute and it was just a simple thing, you know?”

“That’s really sweet,” you finally responded with a sniffle. You reached up and brushed away another tear. The story pulled you from your darkened thoughts for a brief moment.

“Life doesn’t always have to be so bad. Little things like that make a tiny difference in someone else’s life. You never know who you’ll meet or what life you’ll change with actions like that. Kindness is the best superpower that a person can have.”

“Kindness isn’t a superpower.”

“Hey! To me it is! I’m going to get a cape and everything. Put a logo right here.” He pounded on his chest with a fist. “Anyone can be a superhero with some kindness and understanding.”

“Uh-huh.”

His eyes narrowed at the sarcasm. “You don’t believe me? Hmm, that’s funny because if I said that I could cheer you up even more by offering to make my brownies…”

“Anyone can be a superhero with kindness.” You nodded vigorously and quickly wiggled away. You squirmed to the edge of the bed and stood up. “Right, okay, let’s go.”

He grinned and put his bible to the side. He started walking towards the door, but he stopped when your wrist captured his. A face of confusion met yours and you leaned forward.

The sweetness of honey, warm molasses, and gentle understanding; it radiated through your body as your lips met his.

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 9 months ago

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Back again cause I cannot get enough of Mahito. I've got Mahito brain rot but asking this time for both W and X just Mahi this time though he's so baby girl. 💖😩🩷🥰😘

I’m happy that you’re back! I love receiving requests 😄🩷 and yesss Mahi is so bbg

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W - Wild card (random headcanon)

Mahito doesn’t like it when you’re frightened. That’s something that he really doesn’t understand no matter how hard he tries to.

As a cursed spirit born from human hatred and fear, Mahito loves to terrorize humans. He finds genuine delight in their screams of terror or anger. It fuels him.

But with you…?

He doesn’t want to hurt you.

He wants to keep you safe and content. Mahito feels the best when your energy is at peace. It is likely due to the curse bond, and it has definitely turned you into one of his biggest weaknesses. The smart thing to do would be to kill you because you could be used against him by other cursed spirits. But he would never dream of doing that. The idea of you dying makes Mahito sick to his stomach. Especially if it was by his hands.

Because of this, Mahito is very possessive over you. He needs to make sure that your life is perfect according to his standards. He won’t settle for any less. He needs to keep his human protected at all costs.

Also, he loves when you call him ‘Mahi’. There’s something very endearing about it. It sounds cute and delicate, which is a bit ironic considering he fucks you into the mattress nearly every night ;)

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X - x-ray (what is going on underneath their clothes?)

Oooo la la.

Mahito usually wears baggy clothes. One of his favorites is a basic black shirt which hangs loosely around his collarbones. It brings attention to his neck and strong forearms.

You always end up looking at his arms and hands. They look so muscular and lean. Mahito would have no trouble wielding a sword or other weapons. He appears as though he has effortless strength. Just naturally strong with veiny hands. Your eyes often linger a bit too long.

You love to watch Mahito move chess pieces with those hands of his. See how they work and grip the small pieces. It never fails to give you dirty thoughts. You find yourself imagining those big hands wrapped around your breasts instead. Squeezing the soft flesh firmly.

And when Mahi is naked..?

His abs are perfect. He looks like he was chiseled out of clay. And the stitch marks run in symmetrical patterns across his skin. You want to count all of them and see how many there are.

Mahito is clueless about his own attractiveness.

He truly has no idea that his physique is considered highly attractive in the human world. He would genuinely be surprised to learn that hundreds of human women would be interested in sleeping with him. You haven’t told him about any of that yet. You’re far too busy appreciating his body all on your own.

And his dick?

It’s big. Even when it’s flaccid. When he is fully hard, you get to see the size and girth in all its glory. It looks really big inside of your smaller hand. But to you, it’s the perfect size. It hurts slightly if he fucks you too hard. But you would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy it.

He doesn’t have much body hair. You find yourself wondering if he shaves it, but perhaps it has something to do with being a cursed spirit. You doubt that Mahito would know the first thing about shaving.

Read more Mahito here

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the-final-sentence · 1 year ago

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Eventually, if we speak the truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves.

Audre Lorde, from "Eye to Eye: Black Women, Hatred, and Anger"

#Audre Lorde #Eye to Eye: Black Women Hatred and Anger #eye to eye

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optreee · 10 months ago

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*Gyeongseong Creature spoilers*

Been really enjoying this series despite the sub-par CGI (but I’ve watched enough Korean content to know that their CGI is not great so I’ve accepted it).

Perhaps this was common knowledge already (I don’t read Korean entertainment news, so I don’t know), but the allegory of the “rape of Korea” through the symbolism of the creature has been interesting to think about. In the drama, the creature is created when a Japanese scientist forces Joseon women to consume/drink the Najin—a tiny, white organism (not unlike sperm/semen)—causing them to mutate into a terrifying, vicious creature that indiscriminately kills everyone and sucks out their brains.

The creature seems to symbolize the Korean idea of “Han”/한. “Han”/한 is a concept in Korean culture, when a group or an individual has internalized trauma, sorrow, resentment, and anger from unresolved injustice, brewing for generations without resolution or a chance for one to be at peace. It’s akin to the idea of vengeance—or the deep-seated angst that compels someone towards revenge/vengeance. The concept of “Han”/한 is said to have come about during the Japanese occupation period, so it seems that the creature is a symbol of how this deeply internalized resentment and anger of feeling wronged and taken advantage of can completely mutate a person towards vengeful, bloody hatred.

I’ve read that mentioning past Japanese atrocities can get Korean actors/actresses black-listed by the Japanese government and market, and I also heard that the two leads in this drama were fully prepared for that. I had wondered why they would be willing to risk so much for a fantasy drama, but now I’m starting to realize that it might be because they believed this was an important story to tell. (I haven’t watched any interviews or anything by the drama leads so I’m speculating…). Though the creature in the drama is a fantasy, the horrible things that people did to one another during the occupation period depicted in the show are largely true. And now with the added allegory/symbolism of the creature as the “Han”/한 of the Korean people, I’m very much convinced that this drama offers much more than meets the eye.

Regardless of the political messaging, it’s a really well-made show with an ensemble cast. I’m also so impressed by the all-Korean cast learning to act in Japanese so fluently. The show is very interesting, well-acted, and Park Seo-Joon as the male lead inserts just the right amount of levity to make it entertaining but without drawing attention away from the deeper message of the film.

Can’t wait for Jan 5th when the rest of the series comes out!

#gyeongseong creature #경성크리처 #netflix #k drama #korean drama #park seo joon #han so hee

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whumpninja · 17 days ago

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This one’s a bit vague when it comes to being a prompt fill but I LIKE it so who CARES. I TOLD you I would maybe write Traitor but from Tomás’ perspective and I DID it. (Traitor is a historical two-shot that you can find on my masterlist!)

Prompt used: Whumptober, alternate prompt- regret

Featuring: held at swordpoint, mentions of execution, uncertainty, mark of shame, sword cuts, blood

Whumptober Day Eight: Hero

In the heat of the moment, there had been anger. Anger, and fear, and the racing heartbeat that told him he had to survive, he had to fight, he had to win this because it was more than just his own life if he lost.

And he had won. He had won, and now the anger and adrenaline had faded.

Tomás couldn't name what he was feeling now. He had the governor's son in the dust at his feet, and he had thought this moment would feel triumphant but it just felt...numb. He had a sword in his hand that didn't feel like it belonged there.

My father's sword. At the throat of his murderer's son.

Mateo Rivera had changed since Tomás and his mother had been exiled. He was taller, leaner, all sharp edges. He was dressed like royalty, in a gold jacket and black shirt and a beautiful turquoise medallion, at odds with the villagers in their faded finery and clay beads. His eyes blazed hatred in a way they hadn't when the two of them were children. He was fierce and angry. But Tomás was stronger, and better with a sword.

"Tomás!" Fidelia's voice. She ran to him, and he held her close, relieved that she was there. Fidelia had been the one to fetch him from the desert, to spur him on to fight the governor, and then to fight his son. Tomás knew little for certain anymore- everything kept changing so quickly- but he knew that he loved her. And she had kissed him at the feast, so he was reasonably sure she loved him back.

He kissed her again now, careful not to lose his grip on the sword. And then he turned back to his enemy. "It's over," he announced, pitching his voice so the entire crowd could hear. "You've lost, Rivera." It was meant for the whole family of them, though he directed it at the son.

The villagers burst into life, cheers rising to a deafening pitch. "What now, Tomás?" a shopkeeper called out. "What do we do with these traitors?"

Why are you asking me? Tomás thought blankly.

It must have shown on his face, for the baker spoke next. "You're the hero of this village. Whatever you think is best, we'll do."

The governor, of course, said something insulting. Tomás barely heard it. Am I truly their hero? Is this decision really mine to make?

A farmer, grinning, said "We have rope handy. We could have all three strung up before sundown."

Tomás turned on him. "I am not Governor Rivera," he replied sternly. "There will be justice on the governor and his wife, but not without a fair trial. Is that agreeable to you?”

"We trust you, Tomás," someone else promised.

Tomás breathed out hard. Why is this so difficult? "Good. Then you can take former Governor Rivera and his wife to-"

"Wait a minute!" broke in another shopkeeper. "I can wait to watch the ex-governor pay his dues, but the boy tried to steal away Fidelia. He’s drawn your blood, Tomás." There was a cut in Tomás' arm, staining the sleeve of his shirt. He hadn't even noticed. Fidelia was there in moments, pressing a handkerchief against it.

"Our beautiful Fidelia was nearly forced to be the bride of the governor’s brat," added one of the women. "Surely that deserves punishment here and now.”

Tomás' heart pounded. What are they expecting me to do? Kill him?

A death in the midst of a swordfight would have been different. But a cold-blooded murder- an execution- Tomás couldn't do that. He couldn't.

Fidelia stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Tomás...I don't want to see him die. Can't you do something? There has to be something that will satisfy them."

Think of something! Tomás told himself. An idea came to mind- it was harsh, but it would appease them. He hoped.

He raised his voice again, tried to make it sound like his father's voice had sounded once, before it was silenced by the governor’s sword. "Townspeople!" he called out. "The Rivera family has failed you! They had a chance to be good, selfless rulers. Instead they overtaxed you, stole anything of value you possessed, and nearly drove this place into a famine. Were it not for Fidelia’s brave journey into the desert to bring me my father’s sword, this village might have been choked to death in the grip of the Rivera family. They are traitors! And while the former governor and his wife will face their own judgment for their crimes, their son will be marked as a traitor here and now.”

He met Mateo's eyes beyond the sword point. If there was fear there, he hid it well.

"Will you struggle?" Tomás asked. He needed to know. If Mateo fought him, Tomás could very well end up stabbing him in the heart.

Tomás had seen enough people run through with a sword.

Mateo glared up at him almost scornfully. "No."

Tomás steeled himself, cutting away the shirt and jacket and medallion first. Mateo, true to his word, held still. Tomás gritted his teeth as he cut into the younger man's chest, writing a symbol with blood as his ink. He cut deep enough to scar, but no more.

Then he pulled Mateo up and out into the circle of villagers so they could all see what he had done.

He'd carved the letter T- the symbol for a traitor- into Mateo's chest.

There were murmurs of approval from the townspeople. The governor looked murderously angry. His wife was very pale, although she kept her head high and said nothing.

Tomás stood there in the middle of them all with a bloody sword in his hand, unsure of what to do or say next. He stared at the drops of red blood in the dust. Am I a hero now? he thought to himself, and did not know the answer.

#whumptober2024 #no.8 #altprompt #regret #OC #fic #held at swordpoint #mark of shame #historical whump #jack be whumpy

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year ago

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Heaven or Las Vegas

Aegon II x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW// Alcohol and drug abuse, verbal abuse, shit head Aegon, manipulation, actually you know what the whole thing is fucked up, non-descript smut, Aegon’s self hatred and learned helplessness

A/N: Yeah so it’s soothing to write about active addiction when I’m feeling crazy so I remember how awful it was. Addiction will hold you and loved ones HOSTAGE. If this struck a chord w anyone my dm’s are open me is sober around 18 months. Anyways love The Weeknd and the trilogy fuckboi era

I'm paying for all my father's sins

Aegon could blame his consistent need to fill the void in his chest on his father. That rotting, dead, vapid old man. The closest thing he had to a dad was the family bodyguard and Aegon never quite lived up to the standard.

Maybe he was just cursed to chew the world up and ruin them before spitting them out. Just like Viserys, clapping and smiling while letting his family fall to pieces and hatred. Never gave a fuck about anyone but his eldest, maybe Aegon’s uncle. His dead wife that Aegon’s mother couldn’t replace.

Vicious cycles.

So I'ma thank him for you, I'ma thank him for you

Like his father, Aegon could thank the wretch for being consistently blessed with good women. Women who took on too much in exchange for very little. Exactly the same as her. That perfect angel who he corrupted and left a goddamn mess. He loved the woman. She shouldn’t love him. Black hole of a human he was.

My serotonin's gone a while ago

She made him laugh and filled that empty hole for a second. When Aegon wasn’t snorting, popping, and drinking up everything. But he was always doing that. The fallen angel found a habit in those pills from him.

But nothing could recapture those moments late late at night, between her thighs. City lights casting her teary face into a gorgeous glow. “Only you, only you, i love you,” he’d lie. She’d cry and tighten around his cock, knowing it was a lie. Gripping manicured nails so hard into Aegon’s shoulders just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Girl it’s been gone cause of you, it’s been gone cause of you.

Aegon knew any sort of happiness he’d feel came from warped, perverted things. Orgies, drugs, girls and girls and fucking girls. Spending money he had no clue what do with. It made him fill that void for some minutes. He feared it was going to open up and swallow him whole soon.

The prince wanted her back. So goddamn bad. She didn’t fit in the picture. Got clean, ignored his calls, moved on. Fallen angel no more. Not his baby to mould and blacken to his liking. She thought there was something good in him. Nothing like the rotation of women on his cock now, a fifth of vodka shaking in his hand, tears threatening to roll. They didn’t give a fuck, just like everyone else. But they did what he wanted.

They say they want Heaven, they say they want God.

Towards the end she’d cry and clutch a rosary, praying to god. Aegon would get pissed. He’d demand what the fuck she was on about, get in her face. Those doe eyes bleary and red, flinching in fear.

“I don’t want to live like this. It’s eating me alive Aegon. This,” his baby had sobbed, “Is vile. I’ll never make it heaven. What would God think?”

I say, I got Heaven. I say I am God.

Aegon laughed in her tear streaked face. He gestured to the penthouse around them, booze and drugs scattered around, a wad of cash on the table next to the unlimited card used for cutting coke half the time. His not-so-fallen wept openly when he giggled maniacally, “This is heaven! I am God! You can have everything you want and more, hah, what the fuck’s not clicking here? You want to go back to the poor house?”

I never prayed a moment in my life

He did get down on his knees when his only love left him. Went to detox, didn’t leave a number or address. Aegon shook with anger, self-hatred, mind boggling sadness. He howled to the roof, “Fuck you!” When he was properly fucked up later, lips around his half-flagging cock, the blonde dimly wondered if her prayers had been answered by getting away from him.

Girl, I'm rewarded with you. I've been rewarded with you.

His love came by months later. Aegon put on an act, not a very good one when all he wanted to do was cry and be held once more. She looked good. Healthy. No permanent shakes or dark bags under the eyes. No wonder, she escaped an incubus.

“I love you. You need help.”

How could he receive help? It’s too late for a fuck-up like him. Blackened to the core. Defiled beyond measure.

So, baby, let me kiss your inner thigh. Let me kiss it for you. I can kiss it for you.

Aegon did get down to his knees when the void in his chest ached too much. He stared up at her with that look, the one that made the beauty swoon. He grabbed her soft thighs, begging and begging, “Baby- baby- please, lemme make you feel good. Like old times?” It was the only thing he knew besides drugs. She caressed his cheek and sighed, tears in her eyes, “You’d make me feel good if you loved yourself Aegon. Call me when you do that, yeah?”

Well, they say they want Heaven, they say they want God.

There’s no hope. He’d just have to make do. Even the bleakest of places looked like Heaven when you’re on enough K to kill someone. Aegon leaned over the balcony that night, staring off into the city, the dark streets below. He was in Heaven. Up above the regular doings of people. Svelte hands locked around his waist, Aegon smiled.

I say, I have Heaven. I say, I am God.

He plowed that girl on the balcony, wind whipping his pale hair. Hips snapping into a nameless wet cunt he shouted, “I am God! Fuck!” She squealed and twisted like she enjoyed his insane ramblings. Aegon finished on her ass and stumbled to his unmade bed, dizzy as the party raged on. He’d make his own destiny. With the void, always there, always hungry.

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #READ THE WARNINGS #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader

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Hello 🌺 How are you? I hope you are doing well✨ I'm not sure that you can write requests so often. But I dreamed about this plot and have been spinning in my head for a couple of days😅 I need to share this with someone)) Sanguinius / reader (not officially married, but live as spouses). As soon as peace negotiations were held on the entry of a rich and developed planet into the Imperium, everything went smoothly and the government surrendered quickly. Thus, Sanguinius and his Astartes did not have to show their tough fighting side. Everyone on the planet considers him a peaceful, calm person with a beautiful appearance. So it is with his legion. And so, while the last negotiations were taking place, the reader (she constantly accompanies the primarch on his campaigns when the fighting remains on the flagship with trusted bodyguards) is walking with several Astartes through the water gardens when she is attacked by a group of dissenting rebels. Although they are quickly disarmed, they manage to injure the reader. How would Sanguinius react and what did he do? Maybe he fell into the Black Fury? And let him, as a result, be very worried about what the reader now thinks of him. But she will say that in anger he looks even hotter and sexier than usual)))

I like this idea :3 I kinda diverted a bit, though. Sorry.

Also, I'm sorry they keep taking so long.

TWs: Gore, blood and death. (You live though bby don't worry 😘)

It was like the stories of old. The fall of the mightiest angel of God.

His wings blotted out the sun as you feebly looked up from the blood-stained water of the cute fish pond you'd been admiring, not even five minutes before.

Your blood flowed from a gash across your chest and over the opulent white marble and mingled with the blood of the rebels as your guards cut them down.

Your smile was one of shock, and your head felt light with blood loss. He was coming to save you. He didn't draw his sword to fight, and you were certain, in your heart, that he would scoop you up and fly you away to safety. But he didn't, and you became entirely aware of the horrors before you as you saw the love of your life land in the fray, rending tiny human forms to bloody piles of meat and sinew and bones by hand. Steaming, stinking offal was scattered over stone and foliage as he ripped his way through terrified men and women. His eyes black as pitch and his pristine white feathers that had been so clean and perfectly preened through all the peace talks were now stained a violently bright crimson. He opened his mouth, and your whole body rang as he roared in furious hatred.

Now you understood why he'd never let you see him after a fight. Why you always had to wait for him to wash and clean his armor after taking the field of battle.

But what you weren't prepared for was the sheer animalistic nature of the man you loved. As he tore the upper half of a man away and poured the blood into his mouth, squeezing the body to paste to get even more of the coppery liquid.

A shakey hand raised up as your fingers slid over the gapping wound in your chest, and your stomach turned.

There was so much violence around you that you figured you'd gotten lost in the uproar. But those pitch black eyes found you, bleeding and alone by the water side. His face softened, and something like sanity returned to his face, then guilt and terror and panic. He stole towards you, his arms reaching out for you. You felt a pang of fear lance your racing heart, as you tried to push yourself up your shoulder was caught by the heavy boot of a fleeing rebel and your body slid over the edge of the pond.

It was deeper than you thought it'd be, the pond that is. It was at least ten feet in the little divet your body settled in. It was oddly quiet, too. The sound of bolters was muffled by the deep layer of water, and the pressure made your ears pop. Bubbles flowed up from your lips and rose happily towards the surface. But they were broken apart by a massive golden gauntlet. The gauntlet became an arm and then a shoulder and then the rest of the primarch as he came in after you.

The fresh crimson was diluted in the water as he scooped up your small delicate form and hauled you out from under the surface with ease.

"Darling?!" He called down to you. Your eyes glazed and unfocused. You must have looked like a drowned rat in his arms. The last thing you remember as the world went dark around you was the look of shock and pain in his eyes as he shook you gingerly and called your name. Then, nothing but fragments of hectic scattered dreams and dark eyes and crimson stained lips.

The medical wing was never a comfortable temperature, and the beds were always a bit too hard for your liking. So it surprised you to wake up in a comfortable bed in a comfortable room. It was dim, and your eyes were blurry, so your surroundings were a bit hard to make out.

You were dry and in a fresh medical gown. The gash in your chest was sore, and the stitches were still fresh.

As you got up, you realized you were tied to several machines that read out your condition. Heart rate, blood pressure, and other things you weren't sure what they were.

With a tug, you pulled the sticky pads from your arms and unlocked the finger monitor. The beeping became a quiet alarm as the rate on the monitor dropped to zero, and you giggled as you watched the line go flat.

Just as you were about to turn to look for someone to ask about the events prior to you waking up here, the door burst open. Sanguinius stood in the doorway, his wings puffed up with panic as he surveyed the room, which you were just realizing was yours and his.

His ruffled wings calmed as he made his way around the bed and scooped you up into loving and gentle arms.

"Please, don't do that again." He kissed the top of your head as he returned you to the mattress and pulled the blankets up over you.

"What happened?" You asked, Sanguinius looked a bit uneasy at the question and took a deep breath.

"You were attacked by a group of insurgents who were unhappy about the union of their planet and its government and the imperium." He watched you carefully as he gave his answer and then you asked another question. One that made his hearts drop.

"And what about you? What happened to you down there? I've never seen you like that before."

Sanguinius looked ashamed, like he'd been caught in the act, doing something indecent. He sat on the edge of the bed, and his head hung low, wings similarly drooping.

"I... " He wasn't sure how to begin, but he knew he could no longer keep it from you. His beloved one, his own angel. His light.

"I lost control, I fell to my rage. After I heard over the vox that you'd been attacked... that you'd been hurt. I fell to the darkness inside me, and I let it guide my actions." He breathing quickened. And he turned to look at you, his eyes sincere and brimming with tears. "I would never hurt you. I promise, my rage could never be for you, I love you, and I would die before I lost control like that around you ever again. I promise you are safe." He assured. Sanguinius seemed almost desperate for you to believe him, as though your belief would make it true.

"I believe you, Sangy. I love you too." You got out from under the blankets again to go to him. Crawling onto his lap and pulling his arms around you. "Thank you for coming to save me."

The angel seemed surprised and then very, very happy. "Of course darling. I would never leave you for dead."

"I know you wouldn't." You assured him and took his large hand into yours. "If I'm being honest... I kinda liked it." You admitted quietly.

Sanguinius face twisted to an expression somewhere between horror and revulsion. "What could you possibly mean by that?" The primarch asked, his voice still gentle despite his sudden sinking, disgusted feelings. How could you have enjoyed a display like the one in the gardens?

"You were angry; angry because I got hurt. You loved me enough to tear the gardens apart to save me. I liked that you love me enough to feel that kind of anger. It proves to me that you really do view me as more than just another base line human." Your cheeks felt warm as Sanguinius hugged you even closer.

"Well of course, but I would have thought that would be evident by all the other things we do together."

He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your throat and kissed it too.

You sighed happily and shivered with pleasure. You still couldn't help but feel a certain sort of heat as you pictured his angered form descending from above to destroy his enemies and protect you.

"There's also a certain kind of beauty to your rage. A dark beauty that feels forbidden. And the danger of it is alluring."

"You're playing with fire here." He whispered against your tender neck. Feeling his fangs score your skin, you shivered again, half in fear and desire.

He laid you back but stopped suddenly as he heard you hiss in pain.

"Darling?"

"Just the wound." You admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, of course. I am sorry for my thoughtless behavior, I should not be getting riled up when you are this injured. Forgive me." He placed you down so softly, so sweetly, you could have never been mad.

"All is forgiven, although you didn't need my forgiveness." You kissed him, and he felt that bone deep need to care for and protect you. His most precious one.

Sanguinius stayed until you were asleep again, leaving you with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"I will be back soon my dove."

The planet's leaders had been truly contrite about the garden incident. Handing over all of the surviving rebels to be dealt with as part of their deal to keep peace. Sanguinius had demanded it, demanded justice be left to him to deliver. They'd agreed, not wanting to anger this angel of death.

Sanguinius made his way down to the Red Tear's brigg, his anger growing as he went. He'd have his justice for you himself now that he knew you'd live. He'd not even let himself consider the other side. Losing you. And his heart was ever so lighter for not losing you.

But still, that darkness roiled under the surface, the need to punish them for trying to kill you growing with each step.

By the time he'd made it to the cells holding them, he'd made up his mind. For your sake, he would be just... and make it quick.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #fanfiction #primarchs #primarch #primarch x reader #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #my writing #he bout to kill them bitches #he really does love you

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lamemaster · 1 year ago

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Tolkien Elves with a South Asian Reader

GIF by aashiqaanah

Request: Can you write an Indian reader insert story? It's ok if you don't want to share. 🙂

AN: While I don't want to write a specific nationality. I will write it based on the general South Asian experience. I hope that works and you like it. (also crazy story time my account was terminated for a while out there)

Genre: Romance and angst

Erestor:

"How does my love rank lower than yours? What criteria do you elves use to measure the purity of love?"

"I would be more cautious on a sword's end," the black-haired elf moves his blade precariously close to your neck. But you find it hard to care for it at the moment.

The crisp breeze of the night seems to cling close to you. Besides your worn-out clothes do little to keep the chill away. You have long given up the hope of freeing yourself from the binding the elves have put you in. Instead, all your attention is directed at the elf who calls himself Erestor.

An unknown rage fills you as you glare at your captor. Maybe if it were another day you would have begged for your life. You would have done that for the people waiting for you back at your camp. Children and women, for whom you became the bandit of Laor pass.

You had not expected to be caught by a part of elves. It had been an evening like any and you had set your sights on the gracious rations that the party carried. Food that would feed your people.

It didn't take long for elves to catch you. The guards dragged you to their leader. And maybe you had expected scorn but not hatred that lined their leader, Erestor's eyes. "Your kind is not even worthy of friendship let alone love," somehow the conversation had turned into a battle of wits. "We elves know of it better than any. Back then and even now your people side with the evil" One of the guard's fingers dig into your arm as their leader spit accusations at you.

The unfairness of his every word tugged at your heart. How could he...how could he talk of something he knew nothing of.

You press closer to the blade digging into your neck. You look directly at the elf as you do so, "In a world where Gods live in far off West, abandoning the East, letting my people suffer from one of their kind without mercy. In a world where your kind forge jewels with the light of the stars and bid us to fight your battles that promise us nothing but the deaths of our starving children whose fathers fought for an oath-bound lord. Do you not remember the bargain of your lords? It is the same as any other dark lord." The elf flinches as your words ring out loud in the night.

"Tell me why did my people had to pay for your kind's need to create. We lived in peace before your king forged the rings that brought us ruin." Your breath comes uneven. Unnoticed by you, hands holding you have long retreated. "From past to present, we the people of the East have borne the burden of the West. Our people have been thralls in the halls of darkness as you fought your righteous battles. And they have done so for their children as you have done for yours."

You stand up from where you have been kneeling. Your knee throbs with a subtle ache. No one dares to stop you as you step close to the leader whose eyes evade you.

Your voice resonates with a mix of anger and sorrow, and the intensity of your words leaves the elves around you momentarily speechless. Erestor's grip on his sword loosens slightly, his stoic expression faltering as he tries to find a response to your passionate outburst.

"In every battle waged, in every great design, it's our people who suffer the most," you continue, your voice unwavering. "While your kind sits in palaces adorned with stars, basking in the light of Valinor, it's our children who starve, our homes that burn, and our dreams that shatter. Your measure of love may be different, but I ask you this, Erestor – what do your people know of sacrifice?"

The tension in the air is palpable as the elves exchange uneasy glances. Your words challenge the very foundation of their beliefs, and Erestor's eyes finally meet yours, filled with a mix of defensiveness and curiosity.

"Do not think that you know the struggles of my people," he replies, his voice tinged with the remnants of anger.

Next to crackling fire, the camp stands at a stalemate in the battle of words. Pride, rage, and sorrow are the kindle to the burning flames.

Fingon:

Fingon had been traveling with Maedhros when he first met you. A courtier at one of the Eastern kingdoms.

Dressed in gleaming rubies and emeralds, armed with a lute you stepped into a hall full of men and elves. Your eyes lined with kohl and your hands bearing the marks of henna.

In a hall that glares at you with contempt and lust, you do not cower. Instead, you look everyone in the eye. Even Fingon gets to meet your unflinching gaze.

Bending at your waist you bow to the king seated on the throne but even that bow fails to lower your majesty. There is a knowing light in your eyes and a condescending smile on your lips.

"This is Y/N, our esteemed entertainer for the evening," the king introduces you. Musicians line behind you. "Come on Y/N show your elven guests here the courtesy of East. Sing them a song and move your feet to a mesmerizing dance." It seems wrong for the king to order you. Unfair for you to be presented as an object but you do not seem to be offended. Seemingly above everyone in the court.

If Fingon suspected you to be a disguised Ainu at your first glance, his suspicions turn into awe when you perform. The world seems to rest on your fingertips and time seems to blend into your steps.

Fingon's fingers move mirroring yours. He does not know the words but he does not need to know them to understand them.

Your song mocks the king who seems to be blinded by the monopoly over your body. The anklets you wear do not hinder you. And Fingon's breath hitches the second your hair comes undone. As if hearing his thundering heartbeat you look at him.

Amidst the thunder of applause, you look at Fingon. And you smile not with contempt but with something that Fingon reflects back in his own smile.

Hidden in the binding of this body, my soul shines bright,

It yearns for our eyes to meet, bending the rules of wrong and right,

Maedhros:

"I will marry an elf." The loud declaration silences the entire camp. It is followed by cursing voices and sounds of shushing pleas.

However, in doing so it garners the attention of the elf lord, Maehros. The one who seeks to reunite the East and the West of Middle Earth to defeat the Dark Lord.

While men fawning over elves had been no surprise for most, it was at this point an irrefutable fact. The secondborn seemed to be attracted to the firstborn like moths to a flame.

But this kind of open declaration was still...unheard of. Both elves and men had acknowledged the weird attraction and mutually decided to ignore the innate instinct.

This silent treaty breaks with you. And Maedhros cannot help but be intrigued. So, he hunts for you. Away from prying eyes that would cook rumors, Maedhros finds you by the vegetable garden that seems to have the entirety of your attention.

"Why must you marry an elf?" The eldest Feanorian tries not to laugh when you jump almost a foot high at his unannounced arrival. The shovel in your hand flying away.

With a hand on your chest, you turn to look at him. A frown adorns your forehead, "Ai, can you not scare me?" You do not address him as a lord or a prince. Maybe just don't know or maybe you do not care for it but Maedhros cannot find it in himself to take offense.

"Forgive me for that," Maedhros apologizes and much to his surprise you look nothing like the embarrassed woman he had expected to confront.

Instead, with the confidence of a preening peacock you seat yourself on the ground. "It's quiet alright. I do have to get used to it if I am to marry one of your kind," you understandingly nod. And Maedhos marvels at your nativity. Unblemished in the Adra that has been marred.

"I want to marry an elf to teach all the men of my community a lesson." You reply in a solemn voice. "I grew up watching my father beating my mother. My grandfather insulting my grandmother without a care of her heart. I grew up in the patriarchy of the East. With men who cared not an ounce about their partners." Maedhros cannot bring himself to speak. Not even when you sniff. There is pain there. Helplessness of a being he deemed to be untouched by anything mal a moment ago.

A pain that rips his heart. The tears of his own mother come to his mind. Deed of his father and his brothers that would haunt their mother.

So he listens attentively as you continue with determination in your voice. "I will marry an elf to teach every single man in my life a lesson. I will show them how much my husband will love me," you smile through your tears. It isn't blind infatuation that Maedhros expected but something deeper.

"Your kind treat your female so much better and I...I want that for my kind too. I want to hand back my sisters, my mother, my aunts their self-respect that men have rolled in dirt."

A sane part of Maedhros yearns to tell you of elves. Of how his father left his mother, how his grandfather married another, how Thingol discards the wisdom of his wife, or how Eol captured Aerdhel.

But he cannot. All he can do is, pat your head in a comforting gesture and pray for the success of your mission.

"Will you marry me then?" you propose to the Feanorian who snorts the very next moment.

#erestor x reader #maedhros x reader #fingon x reader #the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanon #South asian reader #tolkien elves #noldor elves

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The lost brother part 2

" What should we do Raiden? " * Kitana said. *

* Raiden thinks to himself as his eye's flash lighting. * " I guess we wait. "

" Wait are you serious Raiden? We can't just do nothing. "

" But we can and must..... This is there fight Liu Kang. Besides like they said the place is full of traps. Unless you want to test your luck I suggest. You do just that and sit and wait. " * Raiden sits down on a rock. *

" Man I hate waiting. " * Jax said as he crossed his Arms. *

" You really don't remember me do you. " * He said without feeling. *

* Ice forms on Sub-zeros hands. * " I already told you. " * He said with anger. * " What did you do with the other's? "

* He chuckled. * " You should be more worried about what I am going to do too you and Cyberfox. "

* She look's at him like she is trying to remember. * " Emmm why dose it matter so much if we do? " * She said with worry. *

* He looked at Cyberfox and stopped crossing his arm's. * " To be forgotten.. by one of the only people that new me......." * His eye's glow bright. * " Maybe this will help. " * He disappeared and grabbed Cyberfox from behind and throws her agent the wall. *

" CYBERFOX! " * Sub-zero punches Noob in the gut. As hard as he can. * *

Noob Goes flying back into wall. He jumps off the wall and kicks sub-zero sending him to the ground. *

" Ahhhh. " * Sub-zero gets back up blood Goes down the side of his mouth. * " I am going to kill you . "

* Cyberfox gets back up holding her head. *

" Cyberfox are you alright. " * He gets kicked back. * " Ahhhh. " * He punched Noob in the face Making him go back a little. *

" You should pay attention to me Not her. "

" Shut your mouth I don't care who you are. If you where someone who cared about me. You never would of done this. So you must of been someone who I hated. "

* Noob seems upset for a second as he says this. * " You want to know who I am!? " * He Runs at Sub-zero black tar wrapped around sub-zeros legs. *

" NO LET ME GO! "

* He takes out a knife blood dripping onto the ground. He look's up confused and shocked. * " You fool. "

* The knife was in Cyberfoxes chest. She shakes as blood comes from her mouth. She grabs Noobs hand wrapped around the handle. *

" CYBERFOX NO! " * Sub-zero yelled with anger and pain. *

" What are you doing stupid women. " * He looked at her with hatred. *

* She smile a little and puts her hand on Noobs mask. *

* Noobs eye's widen with surprise. * " What are you doing? "

" I am sorry.... I.... Remember now... I. " * Her eye's role back as she passed out. *

* Sub-zero wrapped his arms around her as she falls. He keeps quite as he takes the knife from her chest. *

* Noob is stocked as he look's at her. *

* The silence is broken with sub-zero. * " NO NO NO NO NO CYBERFOX WAKE UP! "

* He holds her close to him still felling a weak heart beat he look's at Noob. His eye's lose life and show only Rage. He lays Cyberfox down and stands up. Ice forms around his arm's. *

" I am going to tare you apart. "

* He stepped towards Noob ice forms around his feet and floor. Leaving frozen footsteps. *

* Noob snaps out of it. And laughed in a deep voice. * " You failed at protecting her. You always where a disappointment . " * Another him formed beside Noob. *

"........"

* Noob and his clone run at sub-zero. The clone disappeared as Noob hit sub-zero in the face. *

* Sub-zero takes it and just keeps looking at him with rage. *

* Noob is surprised but smiles under his mask. * " Stop looking at me like that...."

* Sub-zero grabs his arm and grips hard as form's ice around Noobs arm. *

" Let me go. " * Noob said trying to get away. *

" I told you I am going to tare you apart. " * He breaks his arm it breaks into pieces. *

" AHHHHHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH ! "

* Sub-zero back hands Noob sending him flying into the wall. *

" AHHHHHH!" * He holds what is left of his arm in pain. * " You know how much that hurt... "

* Sub-zero says nothing just keeps walking towards him. *

* Noob stands up and black tar drips from. Where his arm was. *

" If she dies I will find you in the next life. " * He makes an ice sword. * " And I will show you suffering know where will be safe. You will think what you have been through. Was a walk in the park. " * He said cold without feeling as he puts his weapon to Noobs neck. *

" S-sub-zero. " * He hears from behind him. *

* He turned his attention to Her. * " Cyberfox. " * Life comes back to his eye's as he pulls the ice sword away from Noobs neck. *

" Don't kill him. "* She said tired and weak as she sits up. * " He is your brother. "

* Sub-zeros eye's widen as he looked back to see. Noob was missing. * " Bi-han? "

* Noob appears behind sub-zero. * " Don't turn around. "

* Sub-zero dose as he said. * " It this true? Why would you do this? "

* Noob Look's into the distance. * " I was killed by Liu Kang..... And now you fight beside him. You....." * He clenched his teeth. * " You abandoned my memory you said... He was evil so it's OK that you killed him. You .... You betrayed me and my memory for what ? To protect earthrealm.

What has the world done for us but give us pain. And suffering all are lives fighting. Just to live.... Beaten , abused, scared, loneliness. I was left to rot wall you.... Lived wall you found someone you lost I am surprised. You even remembered Smoke but I guess. I was nothing to you. "

* Sub-zero keeps looking forward. * " I did not abandoned you. "

" LIES! "

" I just couldn't stand by what you did and would. Fight for you wanted to destroy everything. You see the world as dark and cold... I see it as precious I took the good with that bad. You always would take the bad with the bad. "

" You did this to me.... You left me to rot. "

* Sub-zero look's down. * " I... I am sorry but I didn't think you where coming back. You talk like I didn't care... I did but like you showed me. I just moved past it. If I new I .... I would of done anything to find you. "

* Noob closed his eye's. * " Lies. "

* Sub-zeros eye's widened. As he turned around fast. * " NO DON'T! "

* His clone was going to kill Cyberfox but it melted. Into a pool of black tar. *

" You made me do this. " * Sub-zero stabbed through Noobs stomach. As he look's down a tear falls on the ground from sub-zeros face. *

* Noob gasps for air as he grabbed the sword through his gut. * " Kuai. "

* Sub-zero look's at his brother with sadness. *

" This is not over... All come back. "

" I.. I know. "

* Noob disappeared into a puddle and sinks into the cracks. *

" Goodbye Brother. " * He walks over to Cyberfox and picks her up. *

" Emmmm Sub-zero I I am sorry. "* Tears go down her cheek. *

* Sub-zero smiles a little at her as he takes her through the temple. * " It's not your fault Cyberfox Don't be sorry. Please Relax you lost a lot of blood. I .. I don't. " * He holds her close to him hiding his face. * " I don't want to lose you too your all I have left. " * He grips onto Cyberfoxes sweater. *

* She hold him back and kisses his neck. * " I am not going anywhere. "

" Cyberfox Thank you. " * He hold her tightly to him. * " I lost it I thought I lost you. I didn't care if I lived or died. I don't even think it was me. "

" It's okay you did what you felt was right. " * She holds him her grip gets weaker. *

* They make it outside they all look at them. *

" Wow what happened you don't look so good. " * Jax said. *

" She was stabbed. "

" We should get them back as soon as possible. " * Raiden said as he stands up. *

" Hey why don't you just take them there Raiden. Or is that to much work for you. "

* Raidens eye's flash lighting. * " This is not the time Jax... "

* Sub-zero is already putting Cyberfox in her seat. * " I don't have time for this. "

" Hey hold on that is my jet. " * Stryker said grabbing his arm. *

* Sub-zero pulls away. * " Don't touch me I am done talking. "

" Hey,hey we are all friends here. You can talk to us sub-zero. " * Liu Kang said trying to calm him down. *

* Sub-zero look's back at the temple. He sees Noob standing on it looking at him. His arm has grown back. Like there past fight had not even happened. *

* They all look in the same way. And see Noob standing there as he disappeared. *

" Hey he is still alive let's go after him. " * Sonya said as she ran towards him. *

" Stop..... Let him go for now. "

" What are you for real he almost killed Cyberfox. You should be wanting to get him more then anyone. "

" I said Stop Sonya.... " * He said as he bandaged up Cyberfox. *

* Cyberfox look's worried as he dose this. * " Zero there just trying to help. "

" We'll I am going after him. "

* Sub-zero freezes her feet. *

" HEY! "

" Sub-zero what is your problem bro why did you do that? "

" I guess you did not hear me. I said stop and I mean it. " * His eye's look cold. *

* The ice breaker around Sonya's leg. * " Emmm fine I don't get why you are so agent it. "

* Sub-zero gets in the jet and closes the hatch. * " Because he is my Brother. "

* They all looked Shocked as he flys back to base with Cyberfox. *

" His Brother. " * Liu Kang look's worried. *

" Hmm.... Look's like we have something else to worry about. " * Raiden said. * " All meet you back at the base. " * He teleports back to the base. *

Sub-zero and Cyberfox make it back to the base. Sub-zero dose not talk much as he helps her out of the jet. *

" Watch you're step. "

" Emmm Ahhh Alright. "

" Hey you are back I Hurd what happened. " Nightwolf said.

* Sly runs in and jumps up and down around Cyberfox *

" Hehe hey sly emmm. " Cyberfox said softly

" Get away Sly you are in the way. " Sub-zero said sounding angry

* Sly's tail Goes down as he walks away. *

" Sub-zero you didn't have to be like that. He just missed us. "

* He puts Cyberfox down on the table. * " He was jumping on you and you are hurt. Besides he is a wild animal I don't need you sick. In your weakened condition. "

* Cyberfox want's to say something but understands. * " Emmm OK but please don't be so angry with him. "

* Sub-zero leans into her putting his hands flat on the table looking to the side. * " Cyberfox.... You almost died again I can't keep...... Doing that...... "

" Zero you can't keep blaming yourself. I wanted to go it's on me not you please. " * She lifted his chin up so he looked at her. * " I ... I love you if anything happens to me please... Don't blame yourself. "

" I am sorry but I do.... " * He look's into her eye's. * " Cyberfox if I ... If something happens and I don't come back one day.... Just keep moving forward. Don't go looking for revenge... I don't want you to... Become like him... I want to keep seeing the good in this world. "

* She puts her hand on his face gentle. * "It's not worth living in without you. "

* They both smile as the other's walk in. They pulls away from each other slowly. *

" Well if it isn't sub-zero the anger management problem. " * Sonya said stomping in the room. *

" You are one to talk girl. " * Jax said. *

" Who asked you. "

* Sub-zero sighed and looked at them all. They looked upset especially Sonya. * " Please forgive me I just wanted to get away from that place. I wanted to get Cyberfox as far away as possible. " * He bows. *

* They all keep quiet till Sonya says something. *

" I .. I understand I guess but you didn't have to be such a jerk about it. " * Crossed her arm's. * " How .... Is Cyberfox? " * She said concerned. *

" She will be fine it was not fatal but she did lose. Blood so she will need to rest. "

" You said that was your brother? " * Liu Kang said. *

* Sub-zero look's at Liu Kang. * " Yes I don't know what happened.. but he is not human anymore. And I want to stop him so.... Please take care of Cyberfox till I get back. "

" What Sub-zero No you are not going. " * Cyberfox hold his arm. * " Please don't go. " * She starts to cry. *

* Sub-zero holds her hand. * " All be back I promise. " * He kisses her gentle. Like she would brake. * " I love you. " * He walks away. *

" Please. "

* Nightwolf puts his hand on Cyberfoxes shoulder. * " Don't worry he will be back besides. I put a tracker on him just in case. " * He winks at Cyberfox. *

* She smiled. * " Thank you. "

" If something goes wrong we will know. And get there to help as soon as possible. "

* Sub-zero stands outside of the base. * " It's time to lay you to rest... Bi-han. "

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