#I had no intention of watching it but it’s my sisters special interest and she wanted to show me and infodump about it

[mathes0n]

Once again I’ve made the mistake of watching media and disagreeing with everyone’s takes

[brookediamonds]

piece by piece, he collected me up | Axel Kovačević x fem! reader

based off this request

summary: as sam's little sister you were always stuck in the shadow of her when it came to academics, karate, and love. when you were offered a scholarship to train in Hong Kong, you took the chance to venture out and create you're own legacy.

Wc: 2.8k warnings: daddy issues (kind of), none, fluff

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It started when your sister showed interest in practicing karate again. You never gave up on the sport, karate was your outlet to the life around you.

Growing up, your older sister was always the one with the better grades, better friends, better relationship with your parents. She even had the better love life.

You loved your sister, but when she expressed wanting to join you in karate, you couldn't help but fake a smile and hold back your tears, ignoring the tightening in your chest. Now she would have the only little attention your dad paid to you.

At the last All Valley tournament when you and Miguel Diaz won in your divisions, there was a surprise second prize that came along with your 1st place trophy.

It was a scholarship to train in Hong Kong with the number one dojo in the entire world. Your parents were hesitant to let you go, but you had convinced them this was a once in a lifetime chance and it's all you could ever hope for.

So you went. You've spent the last two years learning and achieving a whole new level of fighting that you would never have imagined. The Iron Dragons had taught you endurance, discipline, and combat.

Sensei Wolf took a special liking towards you, you had come from a defense only mindset and with your years of experience, you gave his two star pupils, Zara and Axel, a run for their money.

The first few months were extremely hard and difficult to adjust to Sensei Wolf's lessons, but once Zara and Axel got to know you, they finally understood your intentions and no longer saw you as a threat.

Zara showed you mercy after overhearing a call between you and Sam. Your sister was ecstatic her and Miguel had reconnected and that they had kept The All Valley up and going.

Your teammate knew what it was like to live in the shadows of others, it was why she always wanted to be the best. She took you under her wing and broke down the soft side in you, using your defensive moves mix in with your new offense.

And when she caught you checking out the tall blue eyed boy a few times after practice, she made it her life's mission to make sure you and Axel ended up together.

Which you did.

Fast forward to the present, you and Axel had just finished watching a movie at a local theater, and sat together at an ice cream shop enjoying a mint chocolate chip cone.

"You're hogging it," you pout at your boyfriend who held the frozen treat up to his lips.

"It is your fault you make me like this," Axel grins taking another lick of the green substance. You rolled your eyes with a small smile knowing you had indeed introduced him to sweets.

He handed you the cone using his now free hand to wrap an arm around the back of your seat and leaned back, softly running his fingers through your loose hair.

As you and Axel began talking about the movie you saw, your phone suddenly lit up with Sam's face indicating she was FaceTiming you.

With the time zone differences, it was hard to call your family so anytime they reached out, you took the call.

"I'll be right back," you say handing your ice cream cone to the boy next to you. "Don't finish it!"

"I can not promise that," he says making you shove him playfully. Grabbing your phone, you walk over to a secluded corner in the shop and answer the call.

"Hey Sammy," you smile at your sister. She has her phone propped up on her vanity as she did her make up, her pink romper letting you know she was getting ready to go out for the night.

"(Y/n)!" She squeals setting her palette down. "Did you like the movie?"

"Yeah it was actually-"

"I have some exciting news!" Your hyperactive sibling cuts you off. "Miyagi-Do qualified for the Sekai Taikai!"

Your smile fell instantly at her announcement. They were going to Barcelona?

"Oh, that's great!" You put on an enthusiastic attitude. "Dad must be so excited."

"He is! In fact," Sam picked her phone up. "We were brainstorming and thinking we should save you a spot on our team-"

"What?" You cut her off flabbergasted at what she was implying. "You're not saying you want me to join Miyagi-Do for the tournament right?"

She goes quiet, her eyes searching the screen to see you looking back at her annoyed.

"Well, yeah, with you we'd be an unbeatable team," she says. She's looking at you with anticipation, hoping you'll drop the dojo you've grown at.

"No," you respond flatly.

"No?" Sam repeats furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. You licked your lips stating your ground.

"Don't hold a spot for me," you discourage their idea. "Congratulations on making it to the tournament, but you guys did it without me, you can do it again."

Sam is quick to rebuttal and beg you to reconsider but you didn't even entertain the idea of joining them.

"I have to go, but we'll talk later, I love you," you hang up hastily, and hold your phone to your chest.

You couldn't believe the proposition you just heard. You worked your ass to get to where you were, and once again it's being taken from you.

Sauntering back to your table, Axel sat in the same seat waiting for you with a new cone.

"I ate your ice cream so I got new one," he says cutely cracking a smile on your face.

"Thank you," you exhale plopping down next to him. Axel is quick to notice your change in mood, the way you sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder let him know something is wrong.

"How is your sister?" He asks rubbing the side of your arm soothingly.

You pondered if you should tell him about your family's idea, not wanting to give him to think you'd consider switching sides.

"She's good..." you trail off nibbling at your dessert. You feel Axel staring at the side of your face, he brings his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear making you look over at him.

"What is bothering you, my love?" He asks sweetly his low voice making your stomach turn. He knew you all too well.

"Their dojo is going to the Sekai Taikai," you say bummed out. "I love my family, but I wanted just this one thing to myself."

Axel nods, placing his hand over your free one sitting on the table.

"Selfish, I know," you acknowledge avoiding his gaze, finishing off your cone.

"You are anything but selfish," Axel corrects you. "Do not make self small because family over looks you."

"Oh they see me alright," you snort placing your elbow on the table, leaning your head in your hand. "They want me to join them for the tournament."

"Are you going to?" He quizzes you.

"Absolutely not," you shook your head. "You're stuck with me, Kovačević."

The Croatian boy chuckled, relieved you would stay with the team that's taken you in. Axel knew how you had to fight for you father's attention and how much you so badly wanted his approval in life.

Especially in karate.

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The next few months had flown by, you had trained everyday for hours on end working with Axel and Zara to sharpen your instincts, and skills.

Sensei Wolf had also selected you to be his captain for the girls division to which Zara had praised you on. You'll never forget what she told you that day:

"It's not about where you started, it's about where you finish. This isn't about proving them wrong about your abilities. This is about proving to yourself that you belong here."

It was finally time for the Sekai Taikai, you walked proudly with your green uniform, and white captain's head band tied around your head.

When you came face to face with the people you hadn't seen in over two years, it felt like no time had passed. You resisted the urge to drop your cold demeanor and run across the matt to embrace your dad and sister.

Regardless of your history, you still missed them.

It was when all teams were required to attend the aquarium, you were able to talk to Sam.

"Hey little sis," Sam greets you when your team enters the aquatic building. She's quick to envelope you in a hug, almost knocking you back.

"Hey," you smile softly accepting her affection.

"You look amazing!" she pulls back from you, examining you head to toe. One thing you always loved about Sam; she never had a bad thing to say about you.

"So do you," you return the compliment.

"(Y/n)!" Miguel and Robby approach you both.

The last time you had seen the two boys, Miguel had just won the All Valley and Robby began training again with your dad.

"Hey, big brothers," you teased them, greeting both with a hug. When Sam had told you their parents were expecting together, you laughed at the irony of the whole situation.

"You look good," Robby commented his green eyes scanning over you.

"I said that!" Sam agreed giddly, elbowing him.

"What kind of workouts do they have you doing over there?" Miguel asked faking suspicion.

Rolling your eyes at their remarks, you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Where's your boyfriend? I wanna meet him!" Sam inquires exciting at meeting your first ever love interest.

"You have a boyfriend?" Robby reiterates.

"Don't sound so surprised," you respond sarcastically.

"No- I just mean you never showed interest in anyone back home, I thought you were a lone wolf kind of girl," he attempts to lighten the situation.

"Right," you said narrowing your eyes. Looking around for an auburn haired boy, you spot Axel standing along with Zara on the side.

He catches your eyes on him, making you wave him down. Zara follows along with him, wanting to meet your old team as well.

"Guys, this is my boyfriend Axel," you gesture to the tall Croatian boy next to you, "and this is my friend, well teammate, Zara."

"Hey," Miguel and Robby nod at your two teammates giving them a closed mouth smile.

"This is Sam, Miguel, and Robby," you introduce your home people to your new people.

"Hi," Zara says with a small grin, eyes never leaving Robby's making you chuckle.

"(Y/n)'s talked so much about you," Sam says to Axel. "I'm glad we could all finally meet."

"Yes, and especially before competition," Axel says smoothly making you shake your head.

"So who are your captains?" Zara spoke up wanting to get on the topic of the tournament.

"Robby and I are the captains," Sam smiles. You couldn't control the way your eyebrows lifted up in surprise, you really thought Miguel would be wearing the white headband.

"Don't look so surprised," Robby throws back at you playfully.

"What about you guys?" Miguels questions.

"Me and her," Axel smirks pulling you into him by your hip.

"Wow," your sister blinks, her voice slightly nervous. "That's great!"

"She earned it," Zara says a hint of smugness behind her voice. She wanted to make sure your old team knew they were in for a challenge.

Before anyone could say anything else, the teams are called forward so pictures can be taken.

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The first day of the tournament was a breeze. For your team of course. This wasn't your first Sekai Taikai, you had gone with the Iron Dragons last year and won first place.

Miyagi-Do however, struggled.

You’d never forget the look of shock on their faces when it came down to The Iron Dragons and Cobra Kai during the 'Captain's War' event.

You and Axel made Kwon and Tory look defenseless by how fast you took them down together. From the way Sam had described you, Tory was expecting a petite off balance fighter when in reality you moved with grace and packed a punch with every hit.

When your eyes met your dad's you saw a look of fright. It almost made you upset, because if you won would he have the same look instead of being happy for you?

Looking down at an awe-struck Tory, you introduce yourself.

"Nice to officially meet you," you smirk down at her. "Welcome to Barcelona."

From the corner of your eye, you see Sam and Miguel share a look of concern with each other. They had no idea what they were in for.

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Your team was dominating the tournament, The Iron Dragons had remained in 1st place through out the next few days. Luckily, you didn't match up with Miyagi-Do.

Until now.

It was the tag-team event, if they lost they would go against Cobra Kai who lost their 1st round.

"How are you feeling?" Axel questions you as the two of you warmed up together.

"Like I'm ready to kick ass," you respond confidently.

"That's my girl," he grins walking up to you. As the two of you share a sweet kiss, you suddenly hear someone coughing behind you.

Your dad stood behind you, a stern look on his face.

"Is this the Axel, you've been talking about?" Your dad approaches you slowly.

"In the flesh," you grin looking up at your tall beau. Axel stood wearily, unsure how to feel about meeting your dad.

He knew the issues you had developed from lack of attention from your dad, it made him just a little bitter inside because you were sweet like candy and tough as nails when it came to fighting, you should be the center of his universe.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Daniel LaRusso," your dad extends his hand for Axel. Your boyfriend takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Axel," he says shortly nodding his head. "Good to meet you."

"Thank you for taking care of my girl here," your dad runs a hand over the back of your head, smiling down at you.

"It is an honor," Axel states making you blush. "But if I am being honest, she takes care of me."

Before you, Axel didn't see a day of relaxation or know what the taste of your favorite ice cream was. He trained, went to school, slept, repeat.

You taught him the balance of life and karate. He had never known what it was to have fun and enjoy the small things in life before you came along.

He was forever grateful you were sent to him.

"Well, I just thought I'd come over here to meet your guy, and to wish you luck," your dad said turning to you.

"And to you," you wish him as well.

"Don't hold back on us out there," your dad jokes.

"We won't," you promise, a smile decorated on your face.

Your dad sends you the bow of respect to which you and Axel both reciprocate.

"Still feeling good?" Axel turns to you as you watch your dad walk over to your sister. They both glance your way making you grumble.

"Oh yeah," you nod feeling that fire light beneath your feet. "I'm ready."

Both teams lined up in the taped circle, the ref standing outside of it to watch for points.

Axel was first to stand in the ring, Hawk going up against him first. Hawk attacked first, Axel easily blocking his kicks and landing a point when he struck him behind his head.

"Shit," you hear Johnny mutter.

As you discussed, Axel tagged Zara in, leaving you last as the element of surprise.

Demetri was tagged next, making you scoff. Zara ate kids like him for lunch. She does it swiftly, and quickly, Demetri is taken by surprise by her aggressive approach, unable to block her punch to his chest.

As the skinny lanky boy tagged your sister in, Zara walked over to you slapping your hand.

"It's your time now," she says looking directly at you before stepping in your place next to Axel.

You're nervous, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat. You hadn't sparred with Sam in over seven years, much less fought.

"Aggressive, LaRusso!" Johnny yells, making your eyes narrow.

You could be aggressive too.

Sam comes at you, thinking you'd defend the way you were taught, but you block her kick with both arms and push back, making her stumble on to the ground.

She stares up at you wide eyed, and stands up before you can move towards her. This time you came at her. She blocked off your two kicks, but while her arms were up you took the opportunity to fall on one knee and kick her side earning your team the last and final point.

"Point! The Iron Dragons win 3 to 0!"

Your dojo surrounds you patting your back and chanting excitedly, Axel lifting you off the ground to twirl you around in his arms. Laughing, he sets you back down, a giant smile on your face at your victory.

"Congratulations," your dad's voice pops up from behind you.

You turn to face him, Sam standing by his side a look of uneasiness on her.

"Thanks," you respond unsure if you were allowed to spread your happiness about the face that you had won.

"You did great out there," Sam acknowledges, genuinely speaking. "You're gonna win this tournament."

"Think so?" You ask hope lingering in your voice.

"I know so," she confirms giving you a small smile. The both of you fall into step, wrapping each other up in a hug.

Regardless of how this ended, you knew Sam would always be in your corner.

Your sister walks away, leaving you and your dad alone.

"You've grown into such an amazing fighter, (Y/n)," your dad breathes out. "I can't even comprehend what I've seen from you these last few days. Mr. Miyagi would be proud."

Your mouth fell open at his words. To bring up his mentor and say that even his idol would approve of you? It hit home.

"Thank you, dad," you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes. "That means a lot."

"I was worried about you moving away from us, but I see how happy you are here, with them," your dad motions to the people behind you. "They really look out for you."

Twisting your head, you see Axel and Zara looking over at you making your smile fondly at your friend and boyfriend.

"Just don't forget about your other family, me, mom, Sam, and Anthony," your old sensei reminds you. "We'll be there when you're ready to come back to us."

You nod understanding that even though you may have felt left out for so long, you were still his daughter. He still worried about his 2nd born, that went across the world from him and thinks about you and your well being everyday.

You had the text and voicemails to prove it.

"I know, dad," you respond softly. He pulls you in his arms, hugging you tightly like the night before you left on the airplane that took you to Hong Kong.

"And this Axel kid better treat you right, or else," your dad warns you.

You laugh pulling away from him.

"He's a perfect gentlemen," you attempt to comfort your parent. "He also knows I can kick his ass if he isn't."

"That's definetly true," your dad chuckles.

After you and your dad say your goodbyes for the day, you head over to your boyfriend.

"Everything go okay?" Axel asks concerned they may have been upset of their loss.

"Better than okay," you assure your co-captain. He lets out a sigh of relief at your relaxed demeanor, letting him know you were fine.

You reached for his hands, intertwining your fingers together.

"Thank you for looking out for me," you say staring up at the blue eye boy adoringly. Axel can't help but step forward coming chest to chest with you.

"I will always do my best to look out for you," he states before leaning down to capture your lips with his.

Your heart melts in you chest at his words, the love continuing to grown for the man that held you high on his list of priorities.

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(a/n: i hope this was okay, and that there was was enough axel x reader idk i don't feel this was my best. i have more request im working on, so more coming! i think i really wanted to dive deep into the reader!larusso part so i took my time in that department.)

(ps. sam better not get any hate on this post, she is my favorite character in the series, don't pmo.)

[artdcnaldson]

looove the patrick’s sister au where art is super mean to her but hear me out im having thoughts and behaving in ways

im gonna emoji sign this if i may just in case you’d like to enable me

alt au where patricks sister is just super super mean and unapologetic like patrick. think sarah michelle gellar in cruel intentions kinda. like fully a bitch and she has a craaazy corruption kink with repressed art

like mayyybee patrick mentioned art wanting to save himself for marriage or smth like that to her and her brain goes brrrrrr i need to defile him… maybe everytime arts at their house she’ll like flirt with him unabashedly… suck on lollipops while looking him in the eye… rub her ass against him pretending to reach for things… and her just having so much fun when he gets all red and flustered and hard :(

idk just some thoughts

- 🐚 (if its available)

This made me need to take a walk. Had to crack open a cold Diet Coke to address this.

But yeah :(( art comes to stay with you and Patrick a lot for summers and holidays since, y’know, he can’t exactly stay at his grandmother’s nursing home.

You and Patrick have lived in the pool house forever— pool house is actually a stupid name for it. It’s a guest house, two full bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a whole loft upstairs. It’s obscene how fucking rich you two are.

And he gets so squirmy when he’s around you and Patrick, but even more when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s been staying up in the loft, pads down the stairs after a lazy, midday nap. And it’s just you on the couch, watching a movie. It’s dark, maybe he slept later than he thought he did.

“Where’s Pat?”

You shrug, pat the sofa beside you. He sits, but leaves an entire cushion between the two of you. “I think he’s fucking the neighbor. The one with the cute curly hair.” Art flushes, ducks his head. You smile, showing off pretty teeth. “Aw… I’m sorry, should I have said he’s making love to the neighbor?”

“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s pink to the tips of his ears.

It’s interesting, you think, that he told Patrick he’s saving himself. It’s sweet, very… admirable. But it’s such a fucking waste. He looks so yummy in his flannel pajama pants and grey tank top that shows off his muscles.

“So, you’re a virgin?” You ask, turning to face him. His eyes go wide before his face twists in annoyance. He splutters out weak— what did Pat say— That’s none of your business— you’re so out of line— but you interrupt. “No need to be shy about it, Art. I think it’s… very cute you want to wait until your wedding night. I’m sure you’ll have a really riveting time figuring out where it goes.”

“Shut up.” It’s the second time he’s said it that night. He really needs to work on his comebacks.

“I can give you a hint,” you say with a grin, scooting across the empty cushion until your knees touch. “There are two main holes down there, and it’s the one that gets all slick and wet when she’s turned on.” He clenches his jaw, looks away.

You laugh and sit back, only slightly. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the tip?”

He turns back, eyes narrowed. “You’re not very funny.”

“Was I joking?” You trail a finger up his arm, give him a crooked smile. “Really, Art, it’s sweet. Maybe I should’ve saved my virginity for a nicer boy instead of losing it in the golf cart shed at the country club.”

He stammers. “You— you could always—“ he can’t even meet your gaze, it’s too humiliating. The smug expression you wear pins him in place. “Start now. Promise to not have sex anymore, not until it’s with someone you love. It’s— it’s more special that way.”

You stick out your bottom lip. “You think I deserve special?” You ask softly. He shivers as your fingers trace swirls onto his chest. “That I need candles and rose petals and soft jazz music when someone stuffs me full of their cock?”

It’s too precious. Too good. His cheeks flame and he sits back. He stands suddenly, doesn’t even look at you as he marches back upstairs. You grin and listen to the sound of the shower turning on upstairs.

You wait until you hear the scrape of the shower curtain closing to pad upstairs and sit outside of the door. A smug grin spreads across your lips at the sound of him jerking off.

All whiny, poorly muffled moans, the slick sound of him beating his dick. All, ah! ah! ah! oh, fuck! god— fuck! You can tell when he cums based on how pitchy and whiny he gets, and the way you hear his head knock against the tile.

You fight the urge to let him know you heard, instead you slip back downstairs. When he comes down, you’ve switched the movie, act like you’d never left at all. You can see the guilt in his expression, like he knew he’d done something bad.

God, he���d be so easy.

[choerypetal]

Together. / Mike Schimdt

Authors Note : So I just happened to watch the FNAF movie and my god it was so good, with a hint of good Lore in it. Also the cast was perfect and ever since watching it, I had a thought of writing a quick one shot for Mike and Y/N. Where Y/N suffers from hallucination and has the same symptoms but a different kind of illness than Abby's. Suggesting that they see also the kids but also the man who's being everything, not only controlling them and their life styles, resulting in a lack of sleep pattern and tons of trauma.

Enjoy!

Ps : Pls don't repost or copy and paste my works. Everything is written by me, and also note that English isn't my first mother language, so I apologize in advance if there is any grammar errors. I tried my very best.

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From one call to another, Mike encountered an unending stream of repetitive "nos" and polite rejections for the position he sought. It dawned on him that he might be the source of the issue, especially after the peculiar "incident" that may have left a stranger somewhat shaken. A few days post-dismissal, someone finally directed him to visit the office of Steve Raglan, a man he had never met before. Today presented the perfect opportunity. Mr. Raglan fit the mold of a man from a bygone era, with his distinctive round glasses and traditional attire. Michael's growing apprehension made him wonder if venturing into this place had been a poor decision all along.

A hushed pause enveloped the room as Mr. Raglan perused Mike's professional background with casual interest. "Well, Mike..." He paused in the midst of his sentence, stealing a quick, appraising glance in his direction. Mike responded nonchalantly. "Yes?" His voice, however, lacked the self-assuredness he longed to convey.

"Care for some coffee?" Steve's inquiry was succinct yet brimming with anticipation as he strolled toward his coffee machine. Mike hesitated, then replied, "Um... No, thank you. I'd rather get this done quick." Deep down, Mike yearned for a stable job, one that would enable him to look after his sister, Abby, and perhaps even sway their aunt to grant them custody.

Steve sensed the growing impatience in his client, who was eager to learn what the future had in store. "You know," Steve remarked, returning to his chair, his voice now tinged with excitement – a side effect, Mike presumed, of his coffee intake. "I recognize this place. It's a place where someone like you would give anything for the job..." A spark of curiosity ignited within Mike as he leaned closer to Mr. Reglan, raising an intrigued brow. "And," Mike inquired. "what makes this place so special?" Steve paused briefly, carefully choosing his words. "Well, you see..."

Mike found himself utterly perplexed by the revelation before him. The location had not only been abandoned since the '80s but also, the job requirements were far from aligning with his original intentions. The compensation was dismal, and he couldn't help but suspect that perhaps none of the previous security guards had been paid properly either. Or not paid at all. It involved a shift he had no expertise in and had no intention of pursuing, particularly after having to bail on his babysitter to bring Abby with him. It was an unequivocal "No." He declared firmly, convinced that this man was even more cynical than he was.

"Are you absolutely certain? Your resume suggests you're more than capable for the position." Mr. Raglan made one final attempt to persuade, his features softening subtly from their earlier rigidity. However, Mike shook his head once more, resolute in his decision. He muttered briefly about the job being the primary source of his conflict, preventing him from seeing Abby or ensuring she had a decent meal, not to mention avoiding losing custody to his aunt. With determination, he rose from his chair, ready to leave the office. Just as Mike was about to exit, Steve handed him his business card, his demeanor marked by a slight pout, swiftly followed by a confident smile. "Just in case, take this," he suggested. Mike, though hesitating for a moment, accepted the card out of politeness and left the office without a word.

After his meeting with Mr. Raglan, Mike's quest for the ideal job seemed to come to an unfortunate conclusion. None of the places he had contacted before his appointment with the advisor, and none since, had offered him any promising prospects. He was beginning to contemplate that maybe accepting the night shift at this particular place was the most feasible option for now. If nothing else, it would provide him with a source of income, and the busy night hours might keep his mind occupied. What enticed him even more was the prospect of being his own boss, with no co-workers to influence his ever-present paranoia. This thought made him more determined than ever to give it a try.

On that very same day, as Abby engrossed herself in her beloved TV shows, Mike settled in to tackle his usual paperwork. It was a task he wasn't particularly fond of, especially considering how the bills seemed to climb higher with each passing month. Even though they were essentially the same, being currently unemployed gave him the impression that each payment had somehow inflated. Just as he was wrapping up his tax payments, a business card slipped through the paperwork, piquing his curiosity and triggering an unexpected flashback.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating the significance of the card, and then made an impulsive decision. Michael picked up the card and dialed Mr. Reglan's number.

Silence greeted Mike on the other end of the line, as if Mr. Raglan had anticipated the need to give him some space before speaking. "Hello, Mr. Raglan, it's Mike." He began, slightly perplexed. Oddly enough, he could almost sense the man's smile from the other end of the call. It was a whimsical, knowing smile, as if the company had despaired of finding anyone willing to take on the position. Advising Mr. Raglan to take anyone who had agreed upon the offer. "The man who doesn’t do night shifts..." 

“How may I help you?” 

He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep gulp. Ultimately, if he hoped to secure some much-needed income by the end of the month, Mike felt he had no choice but to go for it. With trepidation, he inquired about the availability of the job position. Mr. Raglan's response was swift and affirmative, exuding a sense of warmth toward the young man's inquiry. Encouraged by this, Mr. Raglan asked, "So, from the seemingly random question, can I assume you are accepting to be the Night Guard? Is that correct?"

“Yes.” Mike firmly agreed. 

“Well!” Mr. Raglan exclaimed with a beam smile written on his features. “Now let me explain you everything you need to know…” 

Mike's first night turned out to be anything but simple, despite his initial expectations. Although he had assumed it would be a straightforward affair, the reality hit him when he arrived at the Pizzeria. Mr. Raglan had painted an enticing picture, but the reality was far from appealing. The exterior of the place was drab, with a sign in disrepair, and an entrance that appeared older than Mike himself. The eerie atmosphere left him questioning the wisdom of his decision to accept the job. However, the need for money was a compelling motivator, so he soldiered on.

As he stepped into the building, he recalled being informed that the technology was outdated yet operational, suggesting that someone had been there before him to maintain it. Regardless, as long as their shifts didn't overlap, it was a situation he could live with. However, as he prepared to settle into his office, a profound sense of isolation crept over him. Or perhaps it was a feeling he had merely convinced himself of.

On that very night, Mr. Raglan had called for a check-in, a practice that you found rather unsettling. It only served to worsen your already fragile sleep schedule as the weeks passed. What made it even more distressing were the persistent, haunting visions of them replaying in your mind – flashbacks of their appearances at the restaurant and even inside your own home. But what set your anxiety spiraling was the presence of an eerie figure intertwined with these visions. This haunting scenario ultimately drove you to seek medical attention at the hospital due to severe sleep deprivation. After that harrowing incident, it's safe to say that your eyes would seldom close.

You had also received a rather cryptic warning to keep an eye on the new night security guard, as if your job wasn't demanding enough on its own. Strangely enough, you had never laid eyes on the big boss, nor had any idea what he even looked like. All you knew was that he had a penchant for privacy and seemed to have great faith in Mr. Raglan's knack for providing these kinds of employment opportunities.

As you cruised through the town, dressed in your security guard uniform, you made a pit stop at the convenience store. There, you grabbed some instant coffee and a few snacks to keep yourself alert during your night shift. It wasn't as if you desperately needed them, but considering the unpredictable behavior of the animatronics, especially on the new security guard’s very first day, you opted to stay on high alert. After all, it had been who knew how long since you'd managed to keep your sanity intact while enduring the trials of this dismal place.

You had casually mentioned to Vanessa that you had a few errands to run. She appeared as exhausted as you, both of you affected by the recent ordeal involving the security guard. You couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy, always caught in the middle of chaos and associated with the color purple. It seemed absurd that something so innocuous could be the root of all these problems, but you quickly dismissed such thoughts. After paying the cashier and expressing your gratitude, you left the store behind.

Mike's night was surprisingly going well, and he mused, "It's not as bad as I thought." Despite his seemingly confident tone, he remained alert and cautious. While you had explicitly advised Vanessa not to come and check on you, yet she did precisely the opposite. Mike suddenly became aware that he was not alone. Could it be a burglar? He had been sternly warned against letting any strangers in, and he was determined to follow that advice. However, Vanessa's impressive familiarity with the Pizzeria allowed her to slip in through an alternate entrance, demonstrating her knowledge of the place. Leading Mike into desperate urgent major. Finding the burglar. 

Meeting Vanessa had caught him off guard, and he was momentarily taken aback by her unexpected presence. Vanessa, however, took the initiative to speak on his behalf. "You must be the new security guard," she observed. Mike, still trying to process who this woman was, offered a hesitant nod, prompting a chuckle from Vanessa at his reaction. "I'm Vanessa," she introduced herself, her tone light. "Security guard by day, and assistant by night."

"Assistant?" Mike scrutinized her, contemplating whether he should call the big boss to confirm her role. However, Vanessa reassured him, saying. "No need to. The big boss called Y/N to fix Foxy's lair."

"Y/N?" Mike inquired, skepticism evident in his voice. "And why should I take your word for it without any proof?" He stayed close to the camera footage and swiftly switched to the next camera, which was focused on Foxy's area. Everything appeared to be in pristine condition, suggesting the entire place had been left deserted. "And who is this... Y/N?"

Vanessa pointed at the screen displaying the main entrance, where you were standing, clearly aware of the camera above. You cheekily flipped your finger at the camera, leaving Mike torn between the belief that Vanessa was indeed present or that the security guard was merely doing his job, and she wasn't there at all.

"I informed them that I wouldn't be around, but they are rather fragile. They are being advised to be checked on during their shift." Vanessa explained. "While I focus on the animatronics to avoid raising any suspicion, I suggest you go and check on them.”

The instructions were unmistakable, and Mike had little choice but to comply. "But... what if the boss finds out I'm not at my station?" He voiced his concern. Vanessa couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "Don't fret. He's already aware." She reassured him, her expression tinged with a hint of guilt.

"Great," Mike muttered with an eye roll as he returned to monitoring the main entrance. He couldn't help but steal a glance at your figure, noticing how cold you seemed on this early fall night. He could practically see you shouting on the other line, "Hey, jerk! Let me in, it's freezing out here!" Even though he couldn't hear your words, he could tell from the expression on your face. In response, he finally granted you access, and you muttered with relief. "About time..." just before stepping inside.

As you stepped inside, the interior of the place made you acutely aware of your luck, albeit in an eerie way. It was undeniably creepy, yet you had an inexplicable sense of safety and even felt oddly welcomed. Foxy, known to be the most terrifying and historically the meanest of them all, somehow found solace in your presence. You could have sworn that at times, his eyes seemed to lower, watching as you tended to him. It was as though he had a hidden identity, not quite ready to reveal his true nature, you suspected.

As you wandered through the Pizzeria, Mike couldn't help but notice your diminutive figure amidst all the towering animatronics. He found it difficult to fathom how someone so petite could be employed in this establishment. He murmured his thoughts to Vanessa, nudging her gently. "Maybe we—" He began, but she quickly interrupted, saying, "Not now."

As you finished repairing Bonnie, the big boss tasked you with fixing Foxy, who had been acting strangely. It struck you as odd because Foxy typically only reacted to potential intruders. He preferred targeting moving objects over those playing hide and seek until they got too close. You made your way up to his lair, pulled back the curtains, and revealed his silhouette. "Seems like someone's been naughty lately..." Your voice usually provided comfort, but today it had an odd tone. "Have you...met the new guard?" You found it rather absurd to be talking to a robotic entity, particularly one as poorly and cheaply programmed as you had discovered. If there was one thing you wanted to tell the big boss, assuming you ever met them, it was to consider upgrading the gear if they ever thought of opening another Pizzeria. 

On the other end, Mike observed you with a watchful eye. It didn't take long before you began repairing Foxy's arm and his body started to glitch unexpectedly. "Weird... I thought—" Your words were abruptly cut off by a loud and startling BANG. Foxy's eyes were now fixed on you, but they were different from what you were used to. They were red and filled with anger, just like in your recurring nightmares. In that harrowing moment, you froze in place, uncertain of what to do next. "Y/N!" Vanessa's voice came through the walkie-talkie, but you couldn't hear it. Everything around you felt vacant, as if you were about to become Foxy's last meal of the night... or so you feared.

An arm swiftly reached out and pulled you close to its owner. Mike clutched you tightly, and a sense of terror and dread washed over both of you. It was Mike who managed to break free from the grip and make a dash for the monitor room, but just as he got there, Bonnie arrived, blocking his path. "Damn it," he cursed, frantically scanning for an alternate route. You, from your vantage point, weakly directed him, "The first aid room...to the right."

Without uttering a word of thanks, which, given the gravity of the situation, seemed secondary to getting you to safety, Mike finally brought you to the emergency room. It was a room that had seen far too much use, but oddly enough, everything seemed to return to normal once you arrived. The animatronics had moved elsewhere, and for some reason, they couldn't access the area. This brought a sense of relief to Mike. He carefully placed your body on a rather shabby bunk bed and softly murmured, "Here..." You remained in a state of shock, your eyes wide as if your body had been frozen in place. "Hey," He attempted to reassure you, "you're safe now. Vanessa should... Great job, Mike, real smooth." He berated himself inwardly for his awkward choice of words.

Upon hearing Vanessa's presence, you lifted your head abruptly, your eyes brimming with tears you were trying to hold back. Just when you thought of her, she appeared, precisely knowing where to find you. You felt a mixture of relief and concern as she leaned in to inspect you for any wounds or scratches, cupping your face and keeping her gaze locked on you. "Has they had any water?" Mike, who was present to assist, appeared increasingly nervous this time. Being new to this place, he didn't know everything either. "Where... Where is it?" He stammered, quickly searching the room. Vanessa pointed in the direction, her eyes never leaving you. "The first storage room to the left."

"Y/N, look at me." Vanessa implored, his voice filled with unease. "The man doesn't exist. He's not here... He's a fictional—"

Nervously, Mike handed the water bottle to Vanessa, who then offered it to you. This time, you shook your head vigorously, tears streaming down your face. "No! I saw him. Foxy spoke his name to me! It can't just be in my dreams!" You pleaded, desperate to convince them, despite your previous breakdowns being labeled as delusional by past doctors. As you shook your head, you realized that Mike was beside you. You clung to his arm, causing him to gulp nervously, just a little. "You have to believe me... Please..."

Mike found it hard to believe, even though you had clearly experienced a breakdown in that moment. While it was entirely understandable, he tried to do the same thing Vanessa did. "Perhaps you should just take a moment to breathe." He suggested. "Whenever I'm in a state of panic, my doctor advises me to take deep breaths." You observed him closely and countered. "And does your doctor say you're insane?"

Insane…

As undeniable as the truth was, it struck Mike that perhaps you were right. Everything seemed so peculiar when it came to Abby and Y/N's imaginary friends, especially with Vanessa working so hard to conceal her friend's breakdowns. "You know... now that you mention it..." Mike began, leaning in to discuss it further. Vanessa attempted to nudge him away, but you allowed him to continue. But he stopped. And by locking eyes with each other, you both knew something was wrong with this place. So in response, you leaned in and wrapped yourself in his arm. There was something about him that felt like home. You felt protected and, for once, someone truly understood you.

On the other hand, Mike comforted you with a few soothing rubs on your back. He glanced at Vanessa, who seemed to share the relief but carried a heavy load of guilt inside, which she wasn't ready to disclose to either Mike or you. “Shh… I got you.” He said, with a soothing voice that remembered it as your older brother. Not letting it go he continued. “We are going to get through all of this together… Y/N.” 

“Together…” 

In the distance, Abby observed the trio with Foxy's humanoid presence beside her. Foxy, who felt a deep sense of guilt for what he had done to them just hours ago, hesitated to intervene to bring Y/N back to him. However, as he watched Mike and you, he felt a strong urge to protect you, jealousy even you were a mother figure for everyone, but especially Foxy. Abby noticed his face changing into hatred until she halted him with a reassuring smile. "There's no need," Abby whispered. "They have found someone... Someone who truly cares for them. Someone who will love and protect them."

Foxy silently observed the scene unfolding before his eyes, and as he heard Abby's words, he felt a sense of relief welling up within him. Watching it all happen, Foxy came to realize that Abby was indeed right. Y/N had found someone they could genuinely rely on, someone with whom she could openly express their feelings..

Fin. 

[adopteewho]

TYING TOGETHER THE DETAILS OF THE FIRST DOCTOR’S EARLY CHILDHOOD

(I recommend clicking the GIFS if you want to watch them from the start as even off screen they continue)

While Chibnall was the first to explicitly confirm that the Doctor is care experienced (an umbrella term for foster care, adoption, kinship, residential care, special guardianship) he wasn’t the first to introduce that idea.

In the Series 8 episode Listen written by Steven Moffat, the TARDIS went to the early part of the First Doctor’s life, when he was a young boy sleeping in a barn he’d ran to outside of the Capitol, and was visited by two unseen people.

With how the Woman calls the place that the Doctor had run away from a house and refers to the children living there not as the Doctor’s brothers but as the boys, this implies that the Doctor was living in a children’s care home, and those two people who came to him were likely the care workers of the house.

With what this care worker says, it might’ve been a military orphanage he was living in. That could be what all orphanages on Gallifrey are like which wouldn’t be surprising, or that care worker was just forcing his own interest onto the Doctor and the other children.

Either way, the glimpse we saw of the First Doctor’s childhood was paralleling what we saw earlier in the episode of Danny Pink, who lived in a children’s care home as a boy with an interest of the army.

The Doctor having been in a children’s home fits perfectly with what Reinette said after glimpsing the Doctor’s childhood, because feelings of loneliness are common for those who grow up in care homes.

How the First Doctor ended up in the home, I think that could be answered by what the Ninth Doctor said in The Empty Child.

I think after Tecteun mind-wiped and force regenerated the Doctor into a baby boy, she dumped him at the doorstep of the children’s home. And whether Time Lords are natural or machine born, she fabricated a birth record so he believed he had been born like everyone else. To add, I doubt the Doctor is the only Time Lord and Division Operative to have been reset because of no longer aligning with Division.

We know from multiple references that the First Doctor had a family and a family home.

“Well, when I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain” - 3rd Doctor, The Time Monster

“I was with my father, it was a warm Gallifreyan night” - 8th Doctor, TV Movie

“Have you got a brother” - Martha
“No, not anymore. Just me” - 10th Doctor, Smith and Jones

“But of course it’s meant to be the Doctor’s mother. That’s certainly what I’ll tell the production team. Euros knows it already. David, too” - RTD in The Writer’s Tale about the Woman in The End of Time

“Sisters. I used to have sisters” - 13th Doctor, Arachnids in the UK

“I had seven, but grannie five, my favourite, used to tell me about the Solitract” - 13th Doctor, It Takes You Away

This means that the Doctor wouldn’t have been in the children’s home for his entire childhood. Some time before he went to the Academy, he was either fostered or adopted by a family who lived in the house perched halfway up a mountain.

Some fans say that the Doctor not being from Gallifrey means that the Woman in The End of Time can’t be the Doctor’s mother. But I think what they mean by that is that she can’t be his birth mother, but there’s no issue with that. Whether the Woman was the Doctor’s adoptive or foster mother, that doesn’t make them less of a mother, a mother is mother no matter what kind, the scene and the intent still has the exact same impact as it had before, a mother helping their child in their time of need. My mother (adoptive) would go to the ends of the Earth for me, and I her. And I think it’s better that she wasn’t his birth mother because it means we haven’t seen one of two people who are the reason for the Doctor’s existence, adding to the mystery of their identity and origins.

And some time after being adopted or fostered, the Doctor goes to the Academy, graduates, has a family of his own as a father and grandfather, then for multiple reasons decides to run away from Gallifrey with his granddaughter Susan and the rest as they say is history.

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Caught

pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced

a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)

summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.

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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.

“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.

“But he’s the late one!”

“Yes, but I’m sure he just over slept. Come on,” Padmé said, trying to calm down Anakin. Obi Wan rarely messed up, and when he did Anakin did not deal with it lightly.

The two reached Obi Wan’s door to his quarters. Just as Padmé was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Anakin grabbed her wrist softly.

“Wait. Listen,” he whispered. The silence stung their ears as Padmé tried to listen to what Anakin was saying.

“Or shall I pin it here?” Obi Wan asked, picking up a side of his sheet and pretending to pin it over your shoulder.

Your giggle rung through the room and bounced off the wall. You stood at his private balcony, covered only in his sheer tan bed sheet.

“I liked the strapless better,” you said sweetly, tucking the sheet under your arm once again. “Such a fashionista,” Obi Wan smiled, gazing out over the rural mountain. “Who taught you that word?” you asked, turning to walk towards him.

As you took a step, you tripped over the sheet and the dress began to unravel. Your skin became exposed to the bright morning sun. Nothing to hide around Obi Wan, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before.

“No! Not my beautiful work,” Obi Wan sighed jokingly, lazily helping you bunch up the sheet on his knees. You grabbed his scruffy chin with your fingers, grabbing his attention to your face.

Your eyes seemed to entwine. His expression turned soft, leaving his eyes wanting for your lips. Bending down and keeping your hand on his chin, you softly kissed him.

Then the knock came on the door.

“Who’s that?” you panicked, freezing in your position.

Obi Wan was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to be with anyone according to Jedi law. The relationship you two had was kept a secret. Sometimes you liked it. Something the two of you shared and nobody else knew. It was special. Other times it drove you nuts. You wanted a ring on your finger more than anything. You would always ask “Well Anakin and Padmé…” but he would always come up with an excuse. “We can’t be as irresponsible as the two of them,”

“Calm down, my love. Breakfast,” he sighed, waving his hand. The big wooden door flew open. You expected a droid carrying a tray of food.

Instead you were met by the horrified faces of your sister and brother in law.

You shouted, ripping the sheets from Obi Wan’s hands and covering your exposed breasts and rolling back on your hips, covering yourself as much as possible. It wouldn’t help, the cat was already out of the bag.

Padmé was going to kill you. She had always been protective of you ever since you were little. She was older than you by a few years. She was the Queen, and you listened to her. Seeing her sister naked on the floor with one of the men she most respected was most definitely going to set her off. She was not about to let you make the same mistakes she did.

“Y/N…?” Padmé asked, her hand now covering her agape mouth. “It’s not what it looks like,” Obi Wan said, raising his hands in a defensive pose.

Padmé had never seen you like this before. She had expected you to keep your purity until marriage and marry for political reasons. Not to be tangled up with a Jedi. She had just caught her younger sister after very obviously hooking up with someone. And not just someone, that someone was Obi Wan. Your stomach felt like knots just waiting for her reaction.

“Mé’, what are you doing here?” you gritted through your teeth. “I could ask the same for you!” she yelled. “Get dressed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes. “Y/N,” Obi Wan sighed, reaching for your hand. You flung his hand, rejecting his request.

“Where is my dress?” you asked, shoveling through the other blankets on the bed. “I-I believe we left it by the pool last night, my dear.” Obi Wan answered.

You looked up back to Padme. She was standing with her hand on her brow, hips cocked against the door frame. Anakin was standing now farther back in the hallway, but you could still see his cheeky smile. “The pool?” she asked angrily. You were about to answer but then she raised her hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“I do,” Anakin whispered from the back. She promptly elbowed him in the ribcage, he let out a small oof. 

Your heart sank at the sight. You had disappointed the one person you wanted to make proud.

“Here,” Obi Wan said, gathering your green long sleeved dress from his drawer. “How long has this been going on?” Padmé exclaimed, shocked that he had a stash of your clothes in his room.

“Uhm…”

“Since the wedding?” Obi Wan asked you. “Around there, yeah.” you agreed.

Padmé’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “My wedding was over six months ago!”

“Sorry,” you muttered, raising the straps on your dress.

“So does this mean there’s no training today?” Anakin asked, piping up behind Padmé’s shoulders. Obi Wan shot him a death glare. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“Let’s go,” Padmé said, grabbing the back of your arm and guiding you quickly out of the room.

“Dude,” Anakin said, smirking at Obi Wan. “Leave.” he sighed, holding his hand up and flicking his wrist. “Are we going to be brother in laws?” he asked, hanging on the doorframe.

Padmé was expecting him to follow and they were getting a little too far away. Anakin struggled remembering all the hallways in this big castle.

Obi Wan sighed. He rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. “If Padmé doesn’t kill me, then just maybe.”

Anakin smirked at Obi Wan.

“Don’t tell her I said that!” he yelled after Anakin.

“No promises!” Anakin yelled from the hallway.

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play toy 🧸

characters: f!reader x innocent!rafe cameron

warning: does implied smut count?

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note: okay so i decided to do a thing. it’s a very short blurb but please lmk what you think!?

It was a random day in the middle of the week but when the Camerons throw a party, attendance is not a question. I had been friends with the kooks since childhood although I was something of a hybrid, kook mother and pogue father, I still fit in both world. Sarah, a few of her friends, and I had been in her room enjoying the party from there. After a while, they left but I remained, there was a knock on the door then her brother walked in. Rafe noticed me sitting on her bed and immediately walked up to me, “Who are you and why are you in my sister's room?"

“I’m Sarah’s best friend, Y/N.”

He eyes you up and down, “Best friend eh? You two been 'best friends'?”

I smirked and replied, “Yeah, I like having fun with her if you know what I mean.” It’s not as though Rafe had never met me, he had dozens of times but majority of those were in public settings or when he wasn’t drunk out of his mind.

“Oh I bet you have. How long have you two been 'best friends'?”

“Almost two years now.”

“Two years and I haven't seen you? I would have thought you two would have been inseparable, have you spent the night with her?”

Rafe was suspicious of me and my intentions with his sister but it felt less like him being a caring big brother and more of him just being nosy with a hint of jealousy. So of course I was going to play along.

“Why do you care who I’ve spent the night with?” I ask with a slight raise of my brow. “And you have seen me, you’d remember if only you weren’t an alcoholic frat boy.”

“I just don't think my sister should be hanging around such a...” He glances my way with a slight look of disdain. “Type of person.”

“Oh I get it. You’re just jealous I’ve never spent the night with you.”

“Why would I be interested in you? You're too trashy for anyone to want to be with including your supposed best friend who should have much better priorities.”

“Your mouth says trashy but that bulge in your pants says otherwise and so do your eyes.” I smile playfully at him, “Have you been watching me Cameron?”

He is taken aback by the remark, a slight blush rising to his cheeks and his heart starts racing. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser. Rafe doesn’t respond, he just glares at me quietly.

“You know, I think I might spend the night with Sarah tonight. But don’t worry, I promise we won’t be too loud.” I wink at him knowing full well it’d get under his skin.

“You fucking—” Rafe tries to keep it together but is becoming more enraged by the minute. “I swear if you so much as even touch her.”

“Oh I’ve done far more than touch her. Your little sis is such a freak, don’t you know? She loves going down on me.”

“No. She wouldn't.” He shakes his head, either to deny it or erase the image from his head, who knows. His face is becoming more red with anger the more I continue to talk. “She's...my sister!”

“Yes and she’s my special girl. And just for that I’ll be sure you hear how loud I make her.”

“N...No. You—” Rafe is trying his absolute best to remain calm, but the thought of his sweet little sister with another girl is far too much for him to bear.

“She’s such a good girl when she’s tearing up especially when she begs me to keep going.” I honestly can’t stop. Who knew all I had to do to get under his skin was tease him about his sister’s sluttiness.

I can see the effect my crude comments have on him, they are making him feel sick to his stomach. His chest is quickly rising and falling, getting tighter as his breathing becomes heavy and quick. “STOP! Just stop!”

I smirk and ask, “Why don’t you make me Cameron?”

He glares at me, uncrossing his arms from his chest and clenches his fists. “I could.”

I pull myself to the edge of her bed and let my feet dangle off the side. I look at him and simply say, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop playing with your sweet Sarah if you become my play toy.”

He is speechless but his eyes narrow. “You're serious? You would really leave my sister alone if I did...that…for you?”

I shrug nonchalantly and add, “I might screw her one more time for old times sake but yeah, I will.”

I can see the internal battle going on just by reading his face. Rafe’s body is filled with a mix of rage and excitement but he can't decide which emotion he is feeling more. My interest is slightly piqued just by watching him actually consider my offer.

“Five seconds Rafe before she returns and I bend her pretty firm ass over this bed as you watch.”

He unclenches his fist and lets out a heavy sigh before nodding his head in agreement.

“Say it.”

There's a long pause. Rafe's eyes water and he is visibly shaking but eventually he is able to respond, “I— I…will be your play toy.”

“Good boy.” I smile in satisfaction just as Sarah walks in. She’s in a short black skirt and a white tube top with the first two buttons open. I look over at Rafe and instruct Sarah whilst keeping my eyes on him, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees on the bed for me.”

His eyes instantly widen. I couldn’t believe that he would actually agree to being my play thing. I could just see the rage-filled thoughts running through his mind and the helplessness coursing through him as he watches his precious little sister obey. Still locking my eyes with Rafe’s, I flip over Sarah’s skirt, exposing her thong and slap her ass.

“Good. Now let’s get started.”

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[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 5

The day of the UA Sports Festival had finally arrived. We, the students of Class 1-A, were waiting together in a meeting room, filled with a mix of anticipation and tension. This was the moment we had all been preparing for, and the atmosphere was charged with unspoken competition.

Shoto turned to Izuku Midoriya, breaking the silence. “I think it’s objectively clear that I am much stronger than you, right?” he said, his voice calm and measured, his eyes cold and focused.

Izuku stammered, his eyes widening in surprise and intimidation. He gave a hesitant nod, clearly out of his depth.

“But I believe that All Might has taken a special interest in you, hasn’t he?” Shoto continued. “I don’t intend to delve into that, but I will defeat you,” he said seriously, his tone unwavering.

Bakugo turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his teeth, clearly irritated by the exchange.

Denki leaned closer to Eijiro, “That was a declaration of war from the strongest in the class.”

I stood up, feeling an urge of protecting Midoriya. “I don’t think my brother is the strongest in the class,” I said, my voice steady as I walked between Izuku, who was too shocked to speak, and Shoto. Katsuki’s gaze followed me intently, with curiosity and challenge.

“If anything, he should try to defeat me first instead of intimidating someone else to make himself look bigger,” I retorted, staring directly at Shoto, my eyes challenging him to respond.

Eijiro stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Shoto’s shoulder. “Don’t start a fight right before it begins,” he advised, his voice calm but firm, trying to diffuse the situation.

Shoto’s expression tightened, he was about to say something, but when he met my gaze, he seemed to reconsider. Shoto knew it was better not to continue, as otherwise, I would become his opponent for the day.

“We’re not here to make friends, so who cares,” Shoto responded coldly, turning to leave the room.

Just then, Izuku found the courage to step forward. “Shoto, I don’t know why you’re telling me you’ll defeat me. You’re clearly superior to me. Most people probably can’t match your Quirk; that’s just the objective truth,” Izuku said, his voice trembling slightly but gaining strength. “But everyone here seriously wants to reach the top. Including me.”

I was impressed by Izuku’s words and how bravely he stood up to my brother. It was clear to me that Shoto’s declaration to Izuku was nothing more than his way of aiming to surpass All Might without using the fire side of our father. Since Izuku was close to All Might, it was clear to Shoto that Izuku would be his opponent today.

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The festival had finally arrived. The stadium was buzzing with excitement, and the air was charged with anticipation. It was an event for everyone, drawing in massive crowds from all walks of life. Students from all courses gathered to witness the spectacle, and we, the students of the first classes of the UA, were anxiously waiting to learn what the first event would be.

I glanced around, noticing the sheer number of viewers. It was overwhelming to see so many people gathered to watch us compete. As I scanned the crowd, my eyes locked onto my family. My sister Fuyumi and my brother Natsuo were cheering enthusiastically, their smiles full of encouragement. In contrast, my father, Endeavor, stood in his hero costume, leaning against the wall near the exit, with a stern expression.

Ms. Midnight stepped up to the podium, her commanding presence capturing everyone's attention. The murmurs and whispers among the students died down as she began to speak.

"Welcome to the UA Sports Festival!" she announced, her voice echoing through the stadium. "This event is not just a test of your Quirks and abilities, but also a showcase of your determination, strategy, and heroism. It's a chance for you to shine and demonstrate what you're truly capable of to the world."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing. "The first event is an obstacle course that will test your agility, speed, and quick thinking. You'll face a series of challenges, including navigating through difficult terrains, combating mechanical opponents, and evading attacks from other participants."

Ms. Midnight's eyes gleamed with excitement as she outlined the rules. "But before we begin, let's hear a few words from the student who achieved the highest scores in Class 1: Katsuki Bakugo."

Bakugo stepped forward, his expression serious. The crowd fell silent, all eyes on him.

Bakugo took the microphone and, with an unbothered look in his eyes, he declared, "I'm gonna win."

His words hung in the air, and the audience erupted into a mix of cheers and murmurs. Many were shocked by his blunt arrogance, while some of us in Class 1-A exchanged knowing glances. We expected nothing less from Bakugo.

"Well, there you have it!" Ms. Midnight said, trying to maintain her enthusiasm despite the unexpected brevity of Bakugo's speech. "Let the festival begin!"

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As the starting signal blared, Shoto immediately generated a massive ice structure at the entrance, intending to slow down the other competitors. This tactic worked on everyone —except me. Immune to Shoto's ice, which was not nearly as cold as mine, I sprang into action.

Wasting no time, I activated my Quirk, summoning my Ice Flames to create a series of icy platforms. These platforms allowed me to glide effortlessly over treacherous terrain and could also be used as protection, if someone tried to attack me.

Half-and-half bastard!” Katsuki Bakugo’s voice rang out, full of rage. “Your ice won’t stop me!” He blasted through Shoto’s ice with his explosions, determined not to be slowed down. Despite his anger, I was oddly relieved that he had given me a much nicer nickname with “Frostburn.”

I felt the rush of adrenaline as I controlled the formation speed of the ice. With precision, I adjusted the rate at which the platforms formed, ensuring I could quickly adapt to the changing environment of the obstacle course. The purple hue of my flames contrasted vividly with the icy blue surfaces I created, making my path both efficient and visually striking. I noticed Shoto doing the same with his ice, creating a slide to speed through the course.

"Watch out, Y/N!" Kirishima's voice cut through the noise as he barreled past me, his body hardened and ready for impact.

I nodded, appreciating his warning. Just ahead, spotting an incoming barrage of icy rocks – thanks Shoto. With a swift motion, I created an icy barrier, shielding myself from the falling rocks. I glanced over at Kirishima, who gave me a thumbs-up before charging forward.

“You know we’re actually rivals, right?” I asked Ejiro with a smile.

As I progressed through the course, mechanical opponents emerged, challenging us with relentless attacks. Facing them head-on, I let my hands blaze with lilac flames. Skillfully, I formed icy projectiles, launching them at my foes with pinpoint accuracy.

"Nice shot!" Denki called out, zapping a nearby robot with his electricity. He grinned at me before dashing off to tackle another target.

Each projectile I launched struck true, shattering upon impact and disabling the mechanical adversaries. My movements were a blend of grace and power, showcasing my proficiency in combat and the seamless integration of my Quirk into my fighting style.

The competition was fierce, and other participants occasionally targeted me to gain an advantage. Anticipating their moves, I conjured sturdy ice barriers to shield myself. The strength and hardness of the ice varied, tailored to withstand the intensity of the incoming attacks while maintaining the flexibility to quickly counter.

I noticed my hands growing increasingly numb. Since we weren’t allowed to use any items and didn’t have our hero costumes, I had no gloves and was fully exposed to the effects of my Quirk.

"Try and keep up, Frostburn!" Bakugo yelled as he blasted past me, his explosions propelling him forward.

I smirked, enjoying the challenge. "Just watch, Bakugo," I muttered under my breath. As he launched an explosive attack towards me, I quickly raised an ice barrier, absorbing the blast and sending a flurry of icy shards in his direction. He dodged, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

After the robots, the next section required us to cross a deep chasm. The sight of the vast gap was intimidating, but I didn't let it faze me. I knew exactly how to handle this.

Activating my Quirk, I summoned my Ice Flames, creating a series of icy bridges and platforms.

As I formed the first bridge, I noticed Bakugo nearby, "Move it, Frostburn!" he shouted, propelling himself forward with explosions from his hands. He was aggressive, but his eyes showed a grudging respect as he acknowledged my ice formations helping him find footing before he used his quirk to fly.

Midway through the chasm, I saw Kirishima behind me struggling to find a safe path. His hardened body was perfect for defense but not ideal for crossing the chasm. "Need a hand?" I called out, while moving an ice platform to him.

He glanced at me, his expression filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Rival!" He chuckled as he holds onto the platform.

After he was safely on the other side, I froze Ejiro a bit to slow him down, a girl must win.

The next section was a minefield. They want to eliminate us, don’t they? Activating my Quirk, I summoned my Ice Flames, creating a series of icy platforms that hovered just above the ground.

As I formed the first platform, I noticed Bakugo nearby, his face twisted in determination and frustration.  “Frostburn! You’re in my damn way!" he shouted, propelling himself forward with explosions from his hands.

"Watch your step, Bakugo," I retorted, attempting to freeze him in place with a quick burst of my Ice Flames. He dodged with an explosive blast, evading my attack with ease.

Midway through the minefield, I saw Shoto using his ice to create slides, smoothly gliding over the dangerous terrain. Our eyes met briefly, a silent understanding passing between us. Despite the competition, we were siblings, at least some sort of bond between us.

Izuku was using his intelligence, instead of his quirk, to navigate the minefield, carefully analyzing the safest routes and using his agility to leap over the mines with precision.

With each step, I carefully adjusted the formation speed of my ice platforms, ensuring they remained stable and didn't trigger the mines below. The pressure was intense, but my experience had prepared me for such challenges.

Despite being head on with Shoto most of the time, I chose not to finish in the top three. Partly because I wanted to give others the chance to shine, and partly because I hoped it would improve my relationship with Shoto if I didn’t win.

In the final stretch, Izuku surged ahead, crossing the finish line first with a triumphant leap. Shoto followed closely, his face showing clear frustration, both at Izuku and at himself for not securing first place. Katsuki was third, his explosive power propelling him across the line, visibly angry and frustrated with his placement. I crossed the finish line moments later and secured fourth place.

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Walking off the field, I spotted my classmates gathering and talking excitedly about their experiences. I noticed Shoto standing apart, as usual. Taking a deep breath, I approached him.

"Shoto," I called out, my voice steady. He turned to face me, his expression neutral.

He looked at me, his frustration evident. “Thanks,” he muttered, then turned and walked away, clearly still upset.

I sighed and turned my attention to Katsuki, noticing him struggling with his arms. He cursed under his breath, his face contorted with pain. It was clear that using his Quirk so intensely had taken a toll on him.

Concerned, I went over to him. “Bakugo, are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He glared at me, but the pain in his eyes was undeniable. “What do you want, Frostburn?” he snapped, clutching his arms.

“Let me help,” I said, ignoring his harsh tone. “Your arms look like they’re in bad shape.”

He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. “Fine, but don’t think this means I need your help.”

I smiled slightly. “Of course not, Bakugo. Just consider it a temporary truce.”

Gently, I reached out and examined his arms, using my Quirk to cool them down and provide some relief. “You need to be more careful,” I advised softly. “Pushing yourself too hard can have serious consequences.”

He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t pull away. As I worked, I could feel the tension between us easing slightly, if only for a moment. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.52 Home

As soon as we settled at the table, I complimented her appearance immediately. I may have been a dating noob, but I grew up with two women in the house and learned a lot about what women liked. She blushed, playfully asking me to stop, saying I was doing too much. See? Simple and elegant. She picked up the menu to hide from me, and I told her to order whatever she wanted and not to be shy. But she placed the menu down and gave me a concerned face instead, and everything inside me tensed up. What have I done now? Am I too late??

"Luca... Why are you doing all of this? I mean, I appreciate it and everything... I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Drat! This gesture was too big, and the whole simple elegance thing was a common thread which weaved together her entire life. I took a deep breath, desperately trying to steady myself and find the right words to explain my intentions and fix this.

"I... I understand if it's too much," I stammered. "I just wanted you to know how special you are to me. We both know I haven't really done a good job of showing you, so I just thought... Sorry to overwhelm you. That is the opposite of what I wanted to do tonight."

Her eyes softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, making me hopeful my words had reassured her that my intentions were pure.

"Awww Luca! I don't know what to say!"

Thank the Watcher! I'm not sure what I would have done if I couldn't salvage the moment.

"You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy."

The server came and saved us from an awkward yet very tender moment and took our orders, and I was happy to hear she accepted the gesture despite being uncomfortable and ordered something interesting.

I asked about her day, and she began telling me a wild story about a man who had been rushed in for emergency surgery. They thought he had triple threat based on his symptoms and prepared to operate. But before they put him under, he began to yell and writhe in pain. They asked where it hurt, and he said his stomach. He kept yelling, "Get it out! Get it out!" The doctors didn't know what to think or what was happening. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream blared throughout the operating room, and an alien burst through the man's stomach!

She laughed so hard she couldn't sit up straight.

"Oh my Watcher, you should have seen your face!"

Her laughter was so infectious, I couldn't help but join in. It seemed we both had a dormant goofball trait hidden somewhere.

"Wow. You really had me on the hook," I said, still laughing.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I couldn't resist!"

"You're a really good storyteller, you know that?"

"Thanks. I love stories. I wanted to be an actor when I was a kid, and I wrote wild tales all the time and acted them out with my toys... Guess that's still in me."

"Sounds like you were quite a character."

"I was an only child. I kinda had to be."

I couldn't imagine being an only child, going through what I went through alone. My sister was my best and only friend, even though she annoyed the hell out of me.

The food arrived quickly, and Sophia squealed in excitement about whatever she had ordered. It looked good enough to snap a picture and hang it on the wall. My dish looked incredible too, but hers had a little extra something special.

As we ate, we continued our conversation, sharing laughter and stories. Despite the time we had already spent together, seeing her smile, observing the expressions on her face, and hearing her voice after only knowing her through words and a static image was an almost surreal experience. I could have watched and listened to her all night. Her presence had an intoxicating effect on me.

Once our bellies were full and our abs couldn't take anymore laughter, I paid for the meal and prepared to leave. I had two things I wanted to do, but one I refused to do at the restaurant.

I pulled out a rose and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry this date was such short notice, but I'm happy you could join me tonight. Uhhh...I'm glad you're in my life, and...I'm looking forward to spending more time with you."

Her twinkling eyes and wide smile were so rewarding.

"Luca!! You're so sweet! It's so funny you did this because," she too pulled out a rose, "I was gonna give you one!"

"No way!"

"I'm looking forward to spending more time with you too, and you are very special to me."

What were the chances two sims arrived at a date carrying not only gifts for each other but also the exact same gift? The feeling of being on the same page with someone was like finding a missing puzzle piece. Just imagine if this one-up behavior continued. A relationship would become a never-ending race to the top when both parties always tried to out-do each other. We'd never stop growing, and progress would never stall. I'd say we were positively laying the groundwork for a strong and stable future.

For the second thing I wanted to do, I asked if I could escort her home. And, no, it wasn't for that. I just wanted privacy. Plus, I wanted to make sure she got home safe.

"I haven't laughed so hard in ages," I said. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you! That meal... It was fantastic."

"Sophia... Can I kiss you?"

"I was hoping you would."

Although I had already experienced my first kiss, this one felt like a genuine first because I mustered the courage to initiate it, and my nerves were unexpectedly jittery. As I approached her lips, my heart pounded in my chest. The same kind of hunger I experienced with Yasmine was there, but it wasn't as intense. Sophia was like a plate of warm comfort food, something you want to savor and enjoy. And I did.

"That was nice," she said with the prettiest smile.

We stood at her front door with our eyes locked in a silent exchange before I realized she might misinterpret my lingering. I mean, if she was down, I would not decline. But we didn't have to do everything in one night. Comfort food, remember? I could come back tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. We had all the time in the world.

"I think I've hi-jacked your night long enough, heh," I joked. "I know you have an early start."

She nodded, though it looked reluctant. I didn't want to go either, but I gave her hand one last squeeze and tried to say goodnight.

"Luca, wait..."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I held my breath as my ears eagerly awaited whatever she'd announce.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said much quicker than I imagined I would.

"Do you trust us?"

I froze for a second. This was it. This was the moment I leveled up in manhood. No more scared little boy. After some hesitation, internal pep talks, sweaty palms, and deep breaths, a yes stumbled out of my mouth, though weak and non-committal. My goal for the night was to convey my readiness to upgrade our friendship, and that poor excuse for a response did not come close to doing that. I had to try again and cleared my throat.

"I believe in us," I said in full confidence.

"Then stay."

YES!!

"Okay," I said calmly, trying to hide my excitement. "Yeah. Sure, I'll stay."

She held my hands.

"Not just tonight. I don't want us be apart anymore. Come home to me."

Home...

That word reverberated within me, echoing like a chamber. I was seriously taken aback, as if someone had thrust me into a time warp. It wasn't until I quieted my mind and relaxed my body that I understood why it affected me so deeply. That's what she felt like - home. Comfort food! I'd been confessing it all night, yet I was oblivious to what I actually meant. Moving in with her was sheer madness, and I had never been more terrified. But I took solace in knowing she would be there to face it alongside me.

It shouldn't have surprised me that the first step into the next chapter of my life would be a leap as big as the Strangerville crater. Earlier, I said I shouldn't pressure myself to enter into a relationship right away. We could remain friends until I felt comfortable pursuing something more, and living with her would accomplish the exact opposite of that. But to be honest, I didn't care anymore. All my dreams revolved around being with her, and now, that dream was within my grasp. Despite being consumed by fear, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for daring to take the leap. That's what a man does.

[whiteshipnightjar]

Do we know anything about Joanna's creative process and working habits?

Well, we know what she's told us haha. But yes, I'd say we know at least somewhat how she works. You can read her wonderful Arthur Mag interview to see how she used to work during her Ys era (I mean the WHOLE interview is a fascinating inside into her work psyche at that time, I don't even know which quote to pick and choose for a sample, all of it is great haha). Then, e.g., Under The Radar for HOOM is really good. Also, Here's Ryan Francesconi talking about working with Joanna on HOOM:

“Ryan Francesconi transcribed many of the vocal and harp parts while working on “Have One on Me.” “Her phrasing with the vocal is really hard to write down,” he told me. “The rhythms are so subtle — so subtly off the beat all the time. And that’s a really interesting thing, because her harp is very precise, yet the vocal floats on top, and has a really separate feeling. The things she can do independently while playing the harp are humbling.”

And Joanna talking about writing HOOM:

"Timeout: It’s [Have One On Me] been called a pop record.

Joanna: ‪I guess it’s almost like I’m saying the same thing [as on Ys], but the intention is a little different for me. For some reason I was in the mood to make something very direct. I felt like I had been so abstract in some ways and kind of ungrounded, there were a lot of frenetic, hypercomplicated musical or harmonic transitions, an extremely compacted, compounded density of lyrics as well as a hyperawareness of the structure of the lyric, the syllabic emphases and the interior rhyme structure. Just a bunch of stuff like that. I had felt like I had been in that very constricted space. Sort of outfitted in this specialized writing gear. I felt like an astronaut or something in my crazy suit walking around in space doing this specialized, technical thing. For me, for whatever reason, that was what I need to do at the time to make what was ultimately a very emotional and intense at times record.‬

T: It is a sad record, isn’t it?

J: For me, it was. But I think for whatever reason when I started work on this record I zipped off the astronaut suit and wanted to be grounded on earth and very earthy, very bodily, physical. I wanted the songs to be easier. Warmer; and a lot of that was intention and a lot of that was a product of the mood that I was in. I did a German interview the other day, where I said that it reminded me of when I was really little and I would go to church. I was five or something. I remember wearing my little sailor dress and zip collar and itchy wool tights and patent leather shoes. My hair was tied up into some really tight French braid and I would get home and tear it all off. Throw it in a pile in the corner and run around outside…Sunday! Run around with my brother and my sister and the dog. Run through the sprinklers if it was summer. And that feeling. And there was something like that that pervaded the process of editing this record. I’m unburdening and setting off to work in a way. I think that it lends a directness probably to the record which might be what some people call a “pop feel.” Because it’s certainly not a pop record."

For Divers, I think her interview with The Stranger shares some fun bits about her process. Like this hilarious quote:

"I asked Newsom why she goes to the trouble of constructing such elaborate musical structures.

"The thing is, I don't know why," she said. "But... I do have a real belief that the exact right word—in terms of conveying meaning as efficiently and correctly and concisely as possible—will also be the word that agrees in terms of rhyme, musical weight, syllabic weight, beauty, and elegance. I think that words are magical. All of that effort is all about uncovering the word that is just sitting there waiting for you, and when you find it, it's like the equivalent of watching your team get a touchdown. It's just like WHOA. And you run in circles and say, 'Fuck yeah!'"

There are so many goodies! And her creative process is so fascinating!!

[cartoonrival]

HEY YOU Hit me with some Julie Su propoganda cuz I'm mostly lukewarm on her character and don't know all that much about her.

OK OK ... well baseline info she's the daughter of dark legion general luger, and half sister of lien-da and kragok, who are twins and both high ranking legion soldiers. when their mother (merin-da) died and luger remarried, ld and kragok hated his new wife (julie-su's mother) (mari-su) so bad they orchestrated her death, info which was they kept on the DL for a long time until js eventually found out about it. memory situation, js is raised by other folks who actually love her and doesn't learn who her blood family is until later. she joins knuckles because she feels inexplicably drawn to him (soul touch) (echidna soulmates) so she defects from the legion to join the chaotix. the soul touch thing sucks and i hate it but this is how it goes. ill talk about my au version of her at the end lol bc things ive built on top of canon are part of the reason why shes one of my fave charas in the series lul

ANYWHO i honestly find it pretty frustrating when people talk about js as just being pink knuckles, shoehorned into the story to give knuckles an obligatory girlfriend, because it really demonstrates that they like. weren't paying a lick of attention to anything because she genuinely has a LOT of personality but since people just go in anticipating anything penders touched to suck they don't even bother to think about her for longer than half a second.

js fills a niche that, imo, could always use filling, especially with regards to girl characters, which is to say shes a well meaning asshole. shes incredibly blunt, she's pessimistic (immediately assumes knuckles must be dead when enerjak returns and they cant find him, tells knuckles not to search a fallen ship that his mother was on because shes probably dead and she doesnt think he'd want to see that). shes terrible at handling interpersonal conflict (knuckles confesses to her that he feels guilty and stressed over all the pressure put on him as guardian and she scolds him and says "this isn't just about you", which results in a minor shouting match when she really had zero intention of starting an argument), she's almost constantly beefing with vector (tbf its because hes sexist he refuses to see past her history as a member of the dark legion). these might suond like cons but i love characters like this LOL and they fit especially well in archie where people love to get mad at each other and make dumb mistakes and it just feels very genuine and interesting and endearing to me. shes rough and difficult but she's also DEEPLY loyal. she'd die for knuckles and the chaotix and the way she interacts with them always makes me soooo ........ im just gonna give some examples i can find.

(knuckles is on the phone with her)

^ this was the genuine conclusion of an argument they had and im obsessed with it because both of them suck with emotions so they both give the worlds strangest apology and know that the other means it and they move on. plus putting her arm in front of SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG while theyre confronting eggman even after watching him CHAOS BLAST, primarily because she feels like this is more her fight than his (its about knuckles).

theres def more and i could find them if i was more on top of archie but unfortunately im #narutopilled rn. BUT ANYWAYS. shes just a very fun character with a messy personality and fun interactions and she loves her buddies sm even tho she bickers with them. shes just very special. she fits well with knuckles in a way that makes their relationship actually feel plausible instead of just forcing him to have a girlfriend (tho ofc the writing is fumbled sometimes like. ITS ARCHIE. bffr. but thats the case with literally everything ever in archie so you take what you can and its amazing). also see below. BASED AS FUCKKKKKKK

and ill discuss my au briefly bc u r asking me my opinion on js and that does play a large role in how i feel abt her, but rly im just expanding on elements of her story that werent discussed as fully as i wouldve liked. her relationship with lien-da is obviously BAD in canon, but theres not a lot of time spent lingering on precisely how lien-da and kragok feel about julie-su as the product of their fathers second marriage to a woman they KILLED because they hated her so much. ive also given her much more internal strife over turning away from the legion, originally joining the chaotix planning to betray them from the inside then being slowly convinced to join them for real after realizing how much she'd been brainwashed by the legion and what its like to have people who truly love and care about you. her story as someone who is trying to find herself outside of her history as a child soldier is something that TOTALLY deserves to be expanded on and its a bit sad that it wasnt explored. but i mean really im not changing her actual PERSONALITY at all because as i discussed shes oozing with it.... im honestly never going to make the full comic i wanted to so at some point im just going to compile all the lore and concept art and stuff into one big post to share. but thats like a spoiler free taste.

she also has a gun. which is fucking awesome because not enough sonic characters have guns. people make shadow the guy with a gun but he hasnt been seen with one since shth. hello....

[catsandpens]

Duke Hansol

This is an Bridgerton inspired work of fiction.

Duke!Hansol x Viscountess!Reader

CW: Mentions of real people, Fem!Reader, grammar/ spelling errors, misuse of royal tittles.

⚜️Being the daughter of a highly decorated viscount can come with many advantages. Y/N had access to the best education, endless amounts of literature and time to pursue personal hobbies outside the ones her overarching mother gave her.

⚜️But there is one significant downside that troubles every girl in the ton and it’s to be wed. Y/N’s mother was heavily invested in the day that a gentleman with wealth and manners would enamor her.

⚜️Y/N on the other hand was not interested in being wed. She has seen her older brothers and sister get married and viewed their marriage as a bore.

⚜️Y/N’s mother knew of her feelings and became disgruntled, but would never allow her distaste to become visible. So she goes to her dear friend, Melody Chew, to vent her frustrations.

⚜️As the viscountess and duchess spent their hours venting and sharing the latest gossip over a hot cup of tea. Y/N and Sofia were enjoying a game of cricket.

⚜️While the young ladies enjoy each other’s presence, Duke Hansol is watching from across the yard. Hansol makes his way to the two ladies to extend a greeting to them and made sure to give a special one towards Y/N.

⚜️Hansol and Y/N had a mutual admiration for each that can not go hidden,especially from their families, but they both drowned themselves in their own interest to even acknowledge what could be.

⚜️Lady Chew and Lady Y/L/N have made attempts in the past to put some fire in those sparks but will quickly get smothered with a weak excuse of “I have to manage some business across town ” or “I can not be absent from my piano lesson”

⚜️Sofia quickly shoo’s her older brother away so she can finish her game, but Hansol interrupts again to remind Y/N about an upcoming ball. Hansol admits to attending, but only out of duty. He wishes to see Y/N present, leaving the ladies astounded.

⚜️Sofia talks Y/N ear off, drumming up speculations on what his gesture could be about and promising herself to ask him about it at dinner. On the other hand, Y/N is spiraling trying to dismiss Sofia’s claims.

⚜️It wouldn’t be too long until Y/N sees Hansol again, this time being at the ball hosted by Duke Choi.

⚜️They both exchanged small glances as they conversed with other attendees. It was later in the evening when people started to partner up for dancing.

⚜️Y/N eyes wandered on the beautiful group of people moving to the music, her wandering eyes soon fell on Hansol who was standing across the room looking directly at her.

⚜️Hansol swiftly moves through the crowd towards Y/N and asks for a dance. She accepts the gentle offer and made their way to the floor.

⚜️They both discussed each other’s well being as they moved to the music. Hansol took this opportunity to bring Y/N closer, knowing how forward he is appearing.

⚜️Y/N gains confidence with Hansol's boldness and asks him what are his intentions with the dance. A cat got more than Hansol's tongue with Y/N boldness.

⚜️Hansol stammeres over his words as his brain scrambles. Y/N assures him by saying she’s aware he’s uninterested in her.

⚜️He quickly admits his interest, quieting her doubt. A warm feeling comes across her body and stumbles over her dress. He grabs hold of her shoulder, making sure she was balanced

⚜️Hansol then began to ramble on how much he fancies her and all the reasons why.

⚜️Y/N admits that the feeling is mutual but asks what’s with the sudden confession. Hansol responds with waiting longer would be pointless and he heard about the other suitor knocking at your door.

⚜️The two young birds spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company as they chirped around the ball.

⚜️From this time forward, Duke Hansol would attend his mother on her evening walks to have a chance to catch Y/N. He would often visit the Y/L/N household using Sofia as an excuse for his visit, but surprisingly still brought gifts for Y/N.

⚜️Y/N and Sofia wandered around the garden admiring the flowers, while Duke Hansol would be in Y/N’s father's office asking for his blessing to marry his daughter. Of course her father would give the young Duke some push back but happily gave him his blessing.

⚜️The Chew family decided to hold an exclusive dinner with the Y/L/N family being the primary guest. Y/N sat next to Hansol and they would make small conversations and giggle at each other's jokes causing a disruption at the dinner table.

⚜️This would soon end as everyone moved to head outside on the nice breezy night. Hansol would lead Y/N to a beautiful lit gazebo surrounded by her favorite flowers.

⚜️With both families watching, Hansol went down on one knee and gave a heartwarming speech and asked Y/N to be his wife.

⚜️Y/N with watery eyes grabbed Hansol's sweaty hands and gave a cheerful yes. Everyone cheered as he put a stunning rose gold band decorated with diamonds on her finger.

⚜️Sofia came to give the newly engaged couple a hug mentioning how she can’t wait for Y/N to be her sister in law. Followed by the parents wishing them luck on this new journey.

⚜️Duke Hansol and Lady Y/N spent the rest of the night not discussing future wedding arrangements, but how they should spend the rest of their lives together.

[rinwellisathing]

A Crimson Lover : Part 1

This is my 'I assume no one else wanted this but I really felt like writing it' fic. Because one of my obsessive special interests is Fatal Frame, so I decided to write a Fatal Frame AU for BG 3. With that being said, I hope at least someone other than me will enjoy this <3

The Letting Ritual

“To protect himself from being discovered by his enemies, the god Baal commands that people must die. This ritual requires the shedding of a brother's blood. Two people go in and only one person comes out. The blood nourishes the runes in the ceremonial hall and flows into the lower chambers of the temple. The stronger the brother's devotion, the more powerful the ritual.”

-A rough translation of a faded Bhaalist placard outside a crumbling ruin. Sentry watched the dim streets outside the window of his cell. Tomorrow, he and Orin would meet in combat in the sacred arena below the temple. Only one of them would survive. It felt strange to him, being inches from death and still with so many souls left alive on the earth. Since childhood, he had been raised as chosen, told that he was special, that father had a plan for him. By the time he turned fifteen, that plan boiled down to him standing alone among ashes and bones strewn across the barren wasteland that was the world. A part of him knew that this was still father's plan, that the priests had every intention that he be the one to survive and not Orin. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe if he believed it was a fair fight, it would have been alright. If Orin had been older, more experienced in single combat. But she was young, just twelve years old this year, and she was an assassin, ambushing from the shadows. Sentry was sixteen years old and a battle hardened warrior. The fight could not have been more unbalanced in his mind. The cult at large would not have known, COULD not have known, but since he had been younger even than Orin, Sentry had visited another temple in the city, learning about the faith of Ilmater. He had learned the value of sacrifice, of martyrdom. He had taken sacred scars as he'd learned their ways, read of their lord and his doctrine. And now, at the final hour, he was on his knees at the window, his words not meant for his father, but instead for The Broken God. He prayed for guidance, for the best way he could to save Orin.

His wishes were true, earnest....but he couldn't have known the consequence it would have for his family and for their village....

“ Tragedy occurred during the last-minute ceremony. The favored son made a vow to another god and sacrificed himself for his sister. However, she was also unclean due to her poor bloodline. Because of this, Baal abandoned his followers, and the temple and its people were swallowed up by the earth and now live in the gray wastes of Gehenna.” The passage was a rough translation, of course, but what of Raphael's ancient library wasn't? Enver rolled his eyes and closed the book as his hand rested on the goggles he had upgraded recently, lenses which could detect the presence of ghosts and spirits. Raphael intended to send him into the abandoned ruins of the temple of Bhaal far beneath the city where Enver had lived what seemed like ages ago, in order to hunt for artifacts for his archive.

“This ritual required two pure-blooded children of Baal with a deep connection to each other to fight and shed the blood of their beloved brother. Criteria for failure were shedding diluted blood, tainted blood, blood pledged to someone else, or no blood at all. The winner of the battle must be a true child of Baal, who is then chosen and then declared responsible for arranging the necessary rituals. This was known as the "letting go ritual" or "blood ritual."”

It all sounded rather fanciful to the young man, who had very little time for gods or their demands. Still, the texts made sense for Bhaal, a murderous and selfish deity from what Enver knew of him. He smirked, holding back a chuckle as he wondered how much dangerous Bhaalist spirits might be than the ordinary ones which haunted grave yards and more banal and simple ruins. He supposed he would find out since Raphael had demanded that he spend the night in the ruined temple tonight and record anything useful he found in his search for relics.

Mere hours later, he found himself standing in the ruins of an eerie little town beneath the city, his eyes falling upon a burned out hovel just beyond the gate. Well, in for a copper, in for a gold piece. He crossed the street and stepped over the threshold of the old home. The remnants of a life were still set out, albeit scorched or broken for the most part. Dishes and utensils lay forgotten on the table, ruined paintings in blackened frames stared down at him from the walls. One thing caught his eyes, unburned and set upon the charred counter. A piece of parchment, which he picked up to read. “I admit that I am worried about what will happen tomorrow. But I also know that I have to be brave for my sister Orin. I teach her that it is necessary, and that if death allows her to live longer and perhaps free herself from her father and his oppressive rule, I have a duty to her.

It is my blood that dyes the ground of the arena and feeds the runes that run to the realm of the Father of Gehenna. Tomorrow, I will die so that my sister can live. I face my death without fear and know that this is the right thing to do. I regret that I never got to experience love or true friendship after sneaking out of the temple and learning about the outside world, but... a real sacrifice if I don't die with a little bit of regret. Will it be? Orin, if you read this, please run away if you are chosen. Leave this place and find a place where you can be happy. He doesn't care about you or your interests. Be free and live your life. Love, your big brother, Sentry.”

Frowning, Enver looked up from the letter, lowering the goggles he'd spent so long tinkering with back home, flicking down two sets of rune etched lenses and peering slowly and carefully around the room. A tall, slim figure sat at the table, seemingly writing quickly. He was a pale tiefling with dark, jagged tattoos marking his face. His horns curved upward and he had bright eyes. He was dressed in simple black linen clothing in contrast with his pale silvery white hair. The tiefling looked up and Enver noticed he was beautiful, eerily so. He regarded Enver with a gentle curiosity and then simply walked past him. “Wait!” Enver called out to the spirit, reaching out to him even as he faded with each step. It occurred to him that perhaps calling out to the spirit wasn't particularly helpful. It was likely the ghost didn't understand common, the very rough translations of all the text in this place seemed to be an indication that these people lived so long ago, maybe the language wasn't the same.

Although the spirit had disappeared, Enver could still examine the remaining image, the runes in the goggles would allow it to be stored. The goggles had labeled the image 'Boy Writing'.

Enver frowned and gazed in the direction the spirit had gone, glancing once more around the room and deciding there was nothing of further interest here. He continued on along the same path as the spirit. The corridor seemed unfinished, perhaps even dug out as an afterthought to connect two previously separate places, its walls rough hewn and crude. The floor beneath his feet had given way from stone to dirt and there was a musty dampness to this place that lingered in the air heavily, mingling with the overwhelming sense of malice. The goggles glowed faintly and Enver turned his head, a vague shape almost like a face appearing in the wall, pale, ghostly eyes gazing curiously at him as the eerie laughter of a young girl filled the air and the face faded away and on the floor below where it appeared, a bloodied scrap of paper lay waiting. Enver picked it up carefully and began to read it over.

'Brother, why don't you have time to play with me anymore? We made such beautiful art out of the red, bruised corpses of our family's victims. Dad must have been so proud! I hate being left behind when I promised to keep it a secret when you were away from your room for long periods of time and pretend you were there all the time! Where are you going? Do you have anyone else to play with, brother? Who is it? Why are they more important than me?'

“Hmm...well, that's a Bhaalist family for you, blood and corpses and all that.” Enver's mouth curved into a smile. He was on the right track. Who knew? Maybe something here was valuable enough to buy his way out from under Raphael, or better yet, present before Raphael ever found out he'd discovered it and make a fool out of him. He placed the letter in a leather folio in his pack and continued on.

The crude tunnel led into a small bedroom, the windows were slatted and barred, in one corner was a simple bed roll and across the room lay a shelf of books beside a small desk and a chair before it. Open on the desk lay an old leatherbound journal, the leather dyed in black and red and lovingly stitched together by hand. The paper was old and yellowed, but with hints of darker stains throughout, not quite ink splots, perhaps more blood, this being likely the home of one of Bhaal's chosen children judging by a visage of the deity mounted on the wall above the bed and a rack of weapons, long elegant halberds and axes mostly, by the entrance. There was a heaviness to this room, a feeling like two opposing forces meeting in the still, stale air. He noticed an object glinting on the desk beside the journal, partially hidden in a small hole in the wood. Working it free, he found that he held a silver pendant in the shape of two clasped hands wrapped in red filigree in the shape of ropes. His dark eyes widened in surprise and he raised a brow. A pendant of Ilmater? In the room of a Bhaalspawn? That was not something he had expected. His eyes immediately moved to the journal to see what he could learn about this anomaly. 'Today I visited the Open Hand Temple again. Father Lorgan and Commander Ojeda were happy to see me and thanked me for the donation I brought. I again told them about my concern for my sister and what I could do for her if something were to happen to me. They seemed concerned, so I made the excuse that I wanted to plan and prepare in advance, as a precaution, but they seemed to realize I was too fickle for that. On my way home, I noticed that an emissary had come from the local Banite faction. I had no recollection that it was happening today. The high priest scolded me for not being here when they first arrived and introduced me as Father's chosen one. I turned around to greet my guest, but my face must have betrayed surprise as I saw a handsome young man not that far apart in age from me. He smiled at me and greeted me so charmingly. I felt my heart beating a mile a minute. Father, forgive me. I know our loyalties with the Banites are tenuous, and that in the end we disrespect their lords and they are merely a means to an end, but he was very handsome.'

The room grew cold and looking up from the journal, Enver could see out the windows a scene unfolding as the lenses of his goggles whirred to life. The same pretty tiefling boy, now dressed in the simple clothing of an acolyte of Bhaal, ordinary linen garb in black and red, bowed respectfully to a boy not much older than he was, a human with dark hair and light brown skin with dark, intelligent eyes that seemed to focus only on the tiefling. He was dressed in the clothing of a Banite acolyte, stunning green and black with a flash of gold, but a bit more extravagant, the material a finely dyed wool and small accents of gold and emerald jewelry at his neck and hands. Robed priests, respectively Bhaalist and Banite, stood tense, glaring stiffly at eachother as they seemed to introduce the boys. The first thing Enver noticed, with no small hint of jealousy, was that the young Banite looked very much like he did, albeit wealthy and better cared for, his body burly and pleasantly well fed, his dark hair sleek and blue-black. The only difference was the hint of green to the boy's dark eyes, Enver's own were a deep shade of brown. The next thing he noticed was just how enticing the tiefling looked, the way he smiled and even blushed a little.

“Did you come back to me?” A voice whispered through the room. Enver leapt to his feet and turned with a start, for just a moment face to face with the beautiful tiefling boy, only for the image to fade, replaced by hollow, empty eyes and a tormented and grim expression. The boy hovered just a bit above the floor, his body bound in red ropes and clad in ceremonial Bhaalist armor. Long, clawed limbs beyond counting waved at his back and he regarded Enver with equal parts curiosity and blistering malice. The goggles flashed red, warning Enver to run, their spirit magic was not strong enough to subdue this being, whatever his death and subsequent torture had made him into. Enver dashed from the room, hurriedly stuffing the pendant and diary into his pack as he ran back down the dirt hallway, this malevolent creature pursuing him the entire time at a slow, even pace. The air around the unfortunate soul warped and twisted, growing heavy. Enver was beginning to tire, his legs aching as he forced himself forward, his breathing heavy. He nearly felt those icy fingertips reach for his neck as he dove through the doorway back into the crumbling old kitchen and sprawled, rolling onto his back, prepared to meet the gaze of this thing that would surely end him. But to his surprise, he saw nothing at all behind him and the air returned to its stale, stagnant nature.

Slowly rising to his feet, Enver brushed off the dirt and dust from his simple black linen trousers, finding himself examining the subtle scrolling gold embroidery at the hems and pockets to see that it hadn't snagged. Raphael was the type to punish for any perceived slight, even as simple as returning with damaged clothing. Finding nothing a simple cleaning wouldn't fix, he made his way back out into the main compound, turning his he to peer down the street towards him from the temple. His goggles whirred to life and captured the image of a tall, imposing Dragonborn in black robes making his way towards the temple by the side of a much younger version of the tiefling boy. 'Walking With Big Brother', the image titled itself.

“Well, I suppose I may as well explore the temple, after all any relics or important scrolls are probably stored there...” He frowned and sighed. “Well, any that survived what happened here, at least.” He amended with a shrug as he continued along the path. Eerie chanting seemed to fill the air the closer he got to the temple and Enver found himself wondering if any Bhaalists had survived, if they remained here. Not that it mattered, he was going to find something of value here or die trying. If for no other reason than to double cross Raphael. Imagining the look on that smug bastard's face when Enver sold his findings to a higher bidder, when he could afford to buy that ridiculous House of Hope out from under the Cambion, it would all be worth it.

“Unworthy....” A voice growled from the shadows as another ghostly figure loomed into view. The figure stumbled and staggered. “An unworthy...challenger....” The apparition appeared to have once been a drow with strikingly handsome features and long dark hair. His body was clawed and mangled as though torn apart by a great lizard. The forking scars left by a lightning strike decorated his face, neck, and arms as well, but Enver was sure what had killed him had almost definitely been the chunk of flesh torn from his neck. Enver stepped back, reaching up to turn a dial on the goggles, zeroing in on the spirit. A green light lit up the lenses as they focused, capturing an image of the spirit, causing the drow to gasp in pain and stagger back before righting himself and beginning to advance again, dissipating into the shadows and attempting to flank Enver, but he turned quickly, following the smoky haze until the green light flickered again and the goggles whirred. The drow contorted in agony and again tried to reposition, but Enver caught one more quick image of the spirit and it twisted and writhed before disappearing in a strange violet flame. Stepping over to where the spirit had been, Enver knelt down and picked up a very old scroll, opening it to read what it had to say.

'Today, the blood ritual was a success, and the Chosen King triumphed over his unworthy brother. Father Baal has been appeased for another cycle, and tonight we feast in honor of our victorious champion. Tomorrow he will begin to guide and teach the next Chosen One, preparing him for his role in future rituals. It has been a long time since we have had two Chosen Ones with such pure, undiluted bloodlines.'

“Hmm, well, looks like you were the unworthy one, my friend.” Enver chuckled a bit, regarding the empty space the spirit had once occupied. “You shouldn't be throwing stones from a glass house as the saying goes.” He rolled the scroll back up and placed it in his pack, continuing on towards the temple, doing his best to ignore the chilling, child-like laughter that rang through the air above the chanting as he continued along his way.

[thaliajoy-blog]

Best Targ Women ! Needed to make my ranking for some reason.

1) Daenerys Targaryen (best girl ever may she live and prosper). She's every goddess ever.

2) Rhaena Targaryen (black bride) : iconic reserved lesbian who goes out of her mind sometimes in really impressive ways. Compares herself to the woman who ruined her life. Has tons of girlfriends (goals). Dies probably sad, almost alone. Hates most of her family anyways.

3) Rhaenyra Targaryen : So perfect in her imperfections. Loving mother, unquestionable heir to the Iron Throne, privileges gone to her head, political disaster in many aspects. Hate her, love her, she can't really leave you indifferent.

4) Aerea Targaryen : first female Targ heir, absolute teenage chaos on two foot intent on making the world a hell for those she disliked. Is living under the name of her twin sister (who lives under hers), which identity wise must be real weird for a kid. Horrifying death that will give you nightmares.

5) Elaena Targaryen : I need to know everything about her life it's criminal we don't. But she was the boss & controlled the economy. She was hot at 70.

6) Daena Targaryen : I need to know everything about her life like seriously (2). Rebellion ! Her brazen legacy haunted house Targaryen forever. Still does.

7) Alysanne Targaryen : She's not perfect, but she did a hell of a lot for Westeros and women, and stood by her principles (equality for women in matters of inheritance and education).

8) Naerys Targaryen : She just has something special. A magnificent aura of doom & religion.

9) Visenya Targaryen : love hate relationship with Visenya. She's so interesting but also she wrecked the life of my best girl Rhaena & raised her son to be a psycho tyrant misogynist (which is a great part of why she's interesting cause like WTF girl).

10) Rhaena of Pentos : cute cute cute girl. Has a pink dragon she probably named either by watching the sun rises or to make a clever metaphor (it is a clever metaphor !). Has a sense of duty. Is the opposite of her brazen twin Baela. Last dragonrider till Daenerys.

Plus, Targaryen women with potential (but not much action/info on them) :

- Aelora Targaryen whose story just begs to be told in full. Cause like, accidentelly killing your brother ? Being heir to the Iron throne afterwards anyway ? Damn.

- Jaehaera Targaryen, as the neurodivergent and ironically female heir of the famously misogynistic faction of the Dance of Dragons. Like come on.

- Baela Targaryen : Okay we do know about her and her character I just couldn't fit her in the top ; I'm mainly interested in the hypothetical/headcanon dilemna she could have had in the Velaryon succession matter. Mainly between being legally the heir to Driftmark & by it possibly independant (which suits her character), and her betrothal & fondness towards Jace (and future as queen consort). Along that of course, thoughts over women's rights & bastards' place.

- Rhaella Targaryen (sister to Aerea) cause like inside on the faith + similar identity crisis worthy situation. Like technically the legitimate heir to the throne during Jaehaerys' reign.

- Daenys the Dreamer : like OF COURSE. I have headcanons. Of course I want to know more about her prophecies & her character. Or make it all up if I can't have it.

- Shiera Seastar ; I mean we don't actually know that much about the lady. She was witchy and liked by Bloodraven. Then what ? Then what. She was maybe the Westerosi Elizabeth Báthory. Then what.

- Daenerys of Dorne : really want to know what her time in Dorne was like. After all, her marriage was of historical proportions and she's implied to have had some good notions in ruling. Also how did she feel about the Blackfyre rebellion ?

- Helaena Targaryen : I do like making up headcanon about her lately. Gentle, spineless, lonely, crazy, crazed for life but kept inside a cage. Betrayed her sister, under difficult circumstances. But where they ever sisters in any real sense ?

[wheneclipsefalls]

Forever My Babygirl

Part 2

Summary:  Tuktirey is now 16 years old and receving attention from young male suitors looking to court the beautiful ray of sunshine. However, this becomes nearly impossible as her older brothers and father are there to scare off any advances. In Jake's eyes, Tuk will always be his babygirl.

A/N:  I just want to make it clear that although there is some romance in this story and Tuk is aged up to 16, I am keeping it strictly PG. If you enjoy some fluff and angst you are in the right place. For right now this is a one shot but I am not opposed to making it into a series if there is interest in that and I can think of some way to keep the plot progressing. If you like that idea, please let me know in the comments. Hope you enjoy!

Tuktirey was pure sunshine in na’vi form. Her features were never void of a sparkling smile or eyes of wonder and passion. She skipped from place to place across the village taking in every sight, sound, and wonder Eywa had made with gleeful excitement. Her arms were always open to those around her, in humble seeking of being the reason someone smiles that day. Pure vibrancy. That was the only way to describe the girl.

Her passion only increased as she grew from a little girl into a young woman. Tuk became known for her compassion and beauty. With long flowing hair and a countenance of pure light, she became a well beloved clan member and sister to those around her. Even only being eight years old at the time of her family moving to be with the Metkayina clan, she had adapted and became accomplished, known for having a special connection and tenderness for the animals.

Now at the age of sixteen, Jake’s heart felt a bittersweet pain in seeing his youngest daughter grow from adolescence. His eyes could only see the small child that clung to him when they first met the Metkayina clan. His baby girl, who almost tumbled over her own feet when running to meet him after returning from a hunt. Tuk’s unwavering trust in her father had always spurred him to do everything in his power to protect his baby.

Tuktirey remained innocent and sheltered throughout the years as her parents and older siblings did everything they could to keep it that way. Even upon reaching a more mature age, Tuk paid little mind to the male attention that she began receiving. Young male suitors started making the girl small gifts or bringing her bundles of vibrant flowers in hopes of working towards courtship. Completely ignorant to these intentions, Tuk would beam with joy, taking the gifts as another testament to how many kind and thoughtful people there were in her clan.

The men in her family, however, did not miss the hidden messages in the gifts. Already grown and mated, Neteyam and Lo’ak still kept close eye on their baby sis. Jake was never hesitant to send his sons off to keep unwanted male attention from disturbing the girl. He knew that Tuk was far too young to be concerning herself with romance, let alone courtship with unworthy young boys.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Her grin stretched from ear to ear as her nose was buried in the electric blue flowers. The scent was so sweet and refreshing. Jake watched his youngest fondly as Neytiri and him continued to prepare dinner.

“Sure is, baby girl. Where did you find it?” Jake chuckled at his youngest.

“Oh I didn’t find it. Teeysal picked it for me, while he was out with the hunting party.” Neteyam’s eyes finally looked up from mending the broken spear and connected with his father’s. This was the second gift the male had given Tuk in the last two weeks. There was an understanding look shared between the two. Jake didn't approve of Teeysal and his attention.

“I think I’m going to ask Kiri to help me weave it into my braid later. It even matches my necklace.” The girl babbled on happily, gesturing to the intricate top of blue feathers she wore. Before Jake could question his daughter further, she had jumped from her seat on the ground already bounding out of the Marui. “Tsireya!”

Tuk bounded into the girl’s arms and was quickly received. Tuk had become like a little sister to Tsireya, even before her and Lo’ak had mated. Tuktirey often sought the older girl out when in need of advice or simply a friend to talk to. With Kiri working more often at the healers tent, Tuk had become a little lonely.

“Hey tattle tell, no hug for your favorite brother?” Lo’ak teased beside them, watching his wife and sister embrace. Tuk simply giggled before moving on to hug her brother then pulling the two inside the marui for dinner.

After supper, Jake motioned for Neteyam and Lo’ak to step outside with him. The others were too busy hearing Kiri tell a story to pay much heed to the trio leaving.

“Fall in.” Neteyam and Lo’ak were quick to follow their father out.

“I thought I sent one of you to look after Tuk today.” He raised an eyebrow at the two, hands on his hips.

“She was tending to the ilu practically all day, father. I kept an eye on her the whole time. I have no idea when Teeysal could’ve sought her out.” Jake’s lips pursed at the information, unhappy with the lack of details.

“Teeysal gave her the flowers?” Lo’ak questioned. “He joined us in the hunting party today. Skxawng barely caught a thing, guess now I know why.” Jake let out a heavy sigh, recalling everything he knew about the boy. He was far from good enough for his precious daughter.

“I need you two to be more mindful of your little sister. She’s too kind for her own good.”

“Don’t worry, Dad. He would be a fool to keep chasing after her.” Neteyam laughed confidently, sending Lo’ak a troublesome look.

“Wow! That’s quite the catch!” Tuk exclaimed, quickly swimming over to Teeysal holding the large fish above the surface. His heart clenched with pride at impressing the beautiful girl before him. Teeysal had to risk going beyond the reef in order to track down the giant fish but it was worth it to see the awestruck look in her eyes.

“Thanks Tuk, it will suffice.” He tried to play it off but Tuk simply rolled her eyes and laughed at the boy. She swam up to his ilu, petting the creature fondly. The ilu responded with a happy cry before nuzzling further into her hands. Teeysal’s heart thumped loudly as he was captivated by the beaming light that seemed to always radiate from the girl. He needed an excuse to spend more time with the her. “Are you heading back to shore soon?”

“Oh yeah pretty soon. Just waiting for Lo’ak to come back from diving for his spear gun then he will be giving me a ride back. My silly brother dropped it by accident during our trip to visit Payakan.” Teeysal felt a nervous pit in his stomach at the mention of her intimidating older brother, but a look around confirmed that Lo’ak was nowhere to be seen. Sensing this would be an invaluable opportunity, Teeysal secured the fish to the ilu before reaching out a hand to the girl.

“Well, how about you let me give you a ride back, Tuk?” The Sully girl agreed quickly, delighted at the kind gesture and tired of waiting for her older brother. Her small hand grasped his as he helped her onto the back of the ilu. Teeysal felt his skin heat up at the close proximity to the beautiful petite girl, but prayed that his nerves would not be obvious to Tuk. “Hold on.”

Small hands wrapped around his shoulders before they dove into the water. Teeysal kept the ilu from going too fast in fear of shaking the Tuk around too much. As they glided past and through the various coral and sea life, he paid close attention to hands gripping his shoulders, hyper alert for any signs of struggle.

His concerns were not needed. Within a few seconds Tuk was reaching one arm out to interact with the small fish in their path. Soft fingers tapped his shoulder and the boy turned to see Tuk signing “go faster”. Spurred by a smile that made her eyes squint, Teeysal urged the ilu to gain speed. The muffled squeal of delight that left her throat infectiously brought a grin to his own face.

The water rushed past them as Tuk requested to go faster and faster. She thrilled in the butterflies she felt in her stomach at the mad rush of adrenaline. When Teeysal had them break the surface in a mighty leap, Tuk let out a scream of utter joy accompanied by his own yips and yells. The only other times she was able to go on a thrill ride was when she was left along with her ilu without supervision, which was an occasion becoming more and more rare.

When the pair broke the surface of the water close to the shore, Tuk was letting out breathless giggles as they both panted for air. Teeysal observed the girl to make sure there was no sign of injury or distress but Tuk only continued to laugh in ecstasy while pushing her long hair out of her eyes. Deciding to let it out the tight braids that day, her hair ran in long waves to the end of her spine.

“That was so much fun!” Teeysal let out his own chuckles at the girl’s excitement as he went about untying the fish. Slinging it over one shoulder, Teeysal followed Tuk out of the water. “I can never make jumps like that on my ilu. You are such a good rider, Teeysal.” The boy blushed at the compliment, heart ready to explode.

“Thank you, Tuk. Maybe I can teach you sometime?” Stomach still tied in a knot, Teeysal found a new spark of confidence in the positive reactions from the girl. Her eyes lit up and a bounce was added in her step as they reached the sandy edge.

“Really? That would be great! Nete has been promising to teach me for months now but always bails before we actually get the chance.”

“Well then, it’s my pleasure.” He gave the girl a small bow as they walked, which was rewarded with another small giggle. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest as he spotted the wilting blue flower tangled in her long tsaheylu braid. Many of the petals were gone and it looked like it had been trampled on by a direhorse, but it remained woven in her hair nonetheless. One more sign to the male that Tuk appreciated his gifts. He ached to make intricate necklaces and pick dozens of flowers if it meant the girl would be willing to display his affections.

Their calm walk was interrupted by a distant yell coming from the bank.

“Tuk!” Whipping their heads back in that direction they found an angry Lo’ak jogging their way. “I told you to wait. I looked everywhere for you!” The tall na’vi male towered over his sister as he looked her over for injuries.

“You were taking forever and Teeysal offered to give me a ride.” Lo’ak’s golden eyes snapped up to look past her shoulder, finally noticing the male accompanying his sister. Those orbs narrowed in fury at the Teeysal, causing him to gulp nervously. If looks could kill, Teeysal was sure he would have been wrapped in the spirit tree by now.

“You can’t run off like that, Tuk. Dad would have my head if I lost you.” Tuk rolled her eyes at the exaggeration. Sensing the tension, Teeysal took a deep breath before trying to smooth the situation over.

“I’m sorry, it is my fault. I should have known better than to bring her back without alerting y-”

“What the hell are you doing hanging around my sister? She doesn’t need your help, that’s what I’m here for.” Lo’ak hissed while carefully maneuvering Tuk so she was hidden behind his massive frame. The years had been kind to Lo’ak as he reached full adulthood. Now he stood in all his glory towering over the younger male, asserting his dominance.

“You’re right I’m sorry. I was going to offer this fish to your family. Please take it now as an apology.” Tuk peaked from behind her brother’s back to see the male trying to hand the catch to Lo’ak.

“We don’t want your damn fish.” The taller male snarled back causing Teeysal’s ears to drop backwards. Tuk stared up at her brother in shock at his outburst. Lo’ak was always known to be hot headed and reckless but she couldn’t fathom why he was acting so out of turn when all Teeysal wanted to do was help.

“Lo’ak! That’s rude.”

“Come on, Tuk.” The older Sully boy ignored her protests. A strong hand gently gripped her wrist before using it to pull the girl along. Tuk was only able to shoot a sorry smile back at the dumbfounded male and a small wave goodbye before they rounded the corner out of sight.

Despite the awkward interaction with Lo’ak Teeysal did not lose heart. The male knew that if he wanted any chance of courting Tuktirey he would need to get through her brothers and father first. First, he was hoping to worm his way into Tuk’s heart. Having the affections returned would give him a real shot at having a future with her someday. Teeysal planned to take her out again on the ilu to show the jumps but he did not anticipate how hard getting the girl alone would be.

After the last occurrence, Jake was sure to have himself or one of his sons with Tuk at all times. They escorted her from place to place around the village as she fulfilled her responsibilities. On the days that neither of the three were able to be with her, Tuk was invited to help Kiri in the healer’s tent. No matter when the male tried, Tuk was surrounded by protective figures.

“Tuk slow down!” Neteyam called after the energetic girl jumping from the water with her ilu ahead. Gritting his teeth Neteyam had the skimwing dive deep into the water once more. The skimwing was luckily able to catch up to Tuk quickly but that didn’t stop the girl from weaving between the coral where Neteyam was unable to fit.

Tuk on the other hand was lost in her own world. Her body soared with the ilu through the water effortlessly. She closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the peace and quiet underwater. The only sound that could be heard was the soft crackling of the current. She was finally alone.

It took five minutes for the Tuk to realize Neteyam was nowhere to be seen. She had somehow drifted towards one of the other islands, way off course from where her and Neteyam were meant to be traveling. Tuk’s heart rate picked up slightly as her first instinct was to worry about her brother. It was only after a few minutes of exploring that she realized she was the one in risky waters and most definitely the one in trouble once she figured out the way home.

Tuk tied her hair back and took deep breaths as she tried to concentrate. Surely there had to be some way to retrace her path and find the original route home. The only thing in sight was a small island off in the distance. She banked at the island and walked around it, even climbed a few trees to see if it would help her identify the location. Tuk didn’t leave the mainland often so she was unfamiliar with most of the surrounding small ones that the hunting parties would sometimes travel to. Finally tired of circling the island she retreated back to the shore to find her ilu.

Her heart dropped into her stomach as she found only clear water where she left the ilu. Within ten minutes of calling and searching for the ilu, Tuk knew that the animal was gone. Her brain instantly went to horrible scenarios involving the ilu being chased down by a predator or even getting lost like herself. Despite her great yearning to protect her friend, Tuk knew there was nothing she could do while trapped on the island with no means of transportation.

“Tuktirey!” A voice echoed. She spun around to look for the source and was met with the sight of Teeysal riding his ilu toward the island. Instant relief washed over the small girl. She ran as quickly as her feet would allow across the shifting sand. Teeysal, now on the shore, watched her approach but was completely thrown off when her body collided with his own. Tuk wrapped her arms tightly around the boy’s waist. Confused but delighted, he quickly returned the hug, dwarfing the small female easily.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you here!”

“Tuk what are you doing out here all alone? Are you alright?” He reluctantly released the Sully girl from his grasp so she could explain.

“I got lost and then I think my ilu got scared off by something so she’s gone. I was with Neteyam before but now I have no idea where he is either!” Teeysal’s heart broke as he saw the tears start to well up in Tuk’s gorgeous eyes.

“Oh don’t cry, Tuk. It will be alright, I’m here to help now.” The older Na’vi gently embraced the girl once more, cooing her cries into sniffles as he cradled her against his chest. Once the tears had stopped and Tuk had calmed down a bit, they boarded his ilu together and went out in search of the other ilu and Neteyam.

The sun started to go down as they searched. Teeysal suggested several times that they head back to shore. He assured her that Neteyam would have gone back to the village by now, but that didn’t dismiss her worry for the ilu. Determined to find the creature, they pushed forward even as the bioluminescence became their own source of light.

As time went on, Tuk’s anxiety began to grow. Teeysal was there to comfort and hush the girl. He told her sweet stories from his childhood to distract her. When those ran out he made up happy stories about where the ilu could have gone. Perhaps it saw another one of its siblings or got distracted by the new island and wanted to explore.

Although the stories did not completely take away the worry, Tuk was grateful for the boy and the comfort he brought. Several times she would lean her head innocently on his shoulder, the warmth giving her a sense of peace as she tried to calm her breathing down. Teeysal’s heart fluttered with an overwhelming urge to protect the beautiful girl in his arms.

After a couple hours Teeysal noticed figures off towards the horizon. As they got closer the pair recognized them as a search party. As they heard the calls of both their names being repeated, the older na’vi knew that he had made a mistake keeping the girl out for so long. He hastily instructed Tuk to grab his shoulders once more before diving down and towards the group at great speed. When they breached the water, Olo’eyktan Tonowari was the first to notice them.

“Jake Sully!” His booming voice echoed across the party, effectively grabbing the male’s attention. The Olo’eyktan’s gaze was stern as he watched the two before him carefully. Matters only got worse when Jake pulled up on the skimwing behind Tonowari.

“Thank God! Tuktirey where have you been?” His eyes landed on Tuk’s small hands still gripping the males shoulders before narrowing them up at Teeysal. Tail at attention and back straight in dominance, Jake Sully looked menacing observing the younger male.

“Dad!” Tuk paid no heed to the clouding tension and dove straight into the water to swim her way to Jake.

“Hey baby girl.” His tone drastically softened as he helped Tuk from the water to sit in front of him. Jake’s heart couldn't help but melt as he held his daughter closed to his chest once more. He was starting to fear the worse as the hours went by without her home. This relief however did not quench the fire in his eyes as he looked past the top of Tuk’s head at the young male awkwardly staring back. Teeysal fought every instinct to fidget under the gaze, doing so would only make him look weak and unfit.

“Care to explain yourself, boy?” Jake used his usual gruff disciplinarian voice, which quickly alerted Tuk. She looked up at her father to explain what happened but Teeysal beat her to it.

“Sir, I just found her on one of the small islands. Her ilu ran away and so I offered to have her ride back with me.”

“And that’s why you’ve been gone from the hunting party for two hours?” Jake raised an eyebrow at the younger male shifting in his seat. Teeysal was hoping to leave the time he and Tuk spent looking for the ilu out of the story but it seemed the former Olo’eyktan was already on to him.

“We had to look for her dad! What if she is hurt?” Tuk tried to plead with her father but his eyes never strayed from Teeysal.

“You think you’re a real hotshot, galavanting with my daughter past eclipse ‘looking for the ilu’? What a good fucking excuse.” Tuk flinched at the tone while Tonowari kept a close eye on the interaction. He was hyper aware of any signs that the conversation would escalate out of bounds.

“No sir please, you have the wrong idea!” “Oh really do I, boy? Are you about to tell me I also have the wrong idea about the little gifts you have been sending my daughter home with?”

Teeysal’s ears flicked back against his head as he finally broke eye contact with the intimidating male. This reaction was all Jake needed to see to confirm his suspicions. Tuk on the other hand was becoming more and more confused at her father’s anger. She understood that the two shouldn't have stayed out so late but what was wrong with giving nice gifts?

“Listen here, kid, and listen well.” Teeysal’s eyes flicked back up towards the former Olo’eyktan. “I better not catch you around my daughter again, otherwise you and I will have a problem. Stay away from her.”

“Dad that’s not-” Teeysal deflated as he watched the pair ride off on the skimwing before he could even hear Tuk finish her sentence.

The rest of the Sully family was ecstatic to find Tuk back home and safe. Her mother alone refused to let Tuk out of her arms for what felt like hours. However, no one was happier to see Tuk than her oldest brother. Neteyam had spent the last few hours thinking he had lost his baby sister and completely neglected his job as a protector, being the first born.

The rest of the evening was spent quietly with the family huddled together in the Marui, recovering from the small scare. Neteyam spent the night in the old family home. Tuk could tell it was guilt that prompted his actions, no matter how many times she apologized and assured him it was her fault.

Tuk of course had to step out and face her parents at some point. Jake went back into his stern military mode, explaining all the reasons staying out was a mistake. He was always more gentle when talking to his daughters but nevertheless they both decided Tuk would be grounded for a few weeks.

Punishment however did not stop the girl from trying to patch the rift between her father and Teeysal.

“But it was my fault we stayed out.” Tuk tried reasoning with her dad the next day as he continued to sharpen one of his knives.

“And you’re grounded for it.” A sliver of hope began in Tuk’s chest at the closest thing to her father agreeing since the escapade.

“So then there’s no reason for Teeysal to be in trouble too. Once my grounding is over I will be more careful, dad, I promise. I won’t get us in trouble again.”

Jake let out a long sigh looking back at his daughter’s big doe eyes. He should have expected that Tuk would do whatever possible to help the boy get back into good graces. It was the same reason she pushed the pair to look for the ilu in the first place. Tuk was always thinking about others first. As much as Jake was proud of this trait, he knew how vulnerable this often made the girl.

Tuk would be the last person to think ill will of others. She saw the world through rose colored glasses. Jake never wanted to take that away from her, so he had always taken the role of a protector so that she could continue in bliss. His youngest was so different from him in the best way possible. He would never regain the innocence he had before joining the military, but it was not too late for Tuk.

“Baby girl, I love that you give others the benefit of the doubt, but you do not understand this boy’s intentions.” Tuk squinted back at her father in confusion.

“What do you mean? He has always been so nice to me.” Jake couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips as he shook his head from side to side.

“Yeah I know, sweetheart. He is trying to court you.” Jake watched his daughter closely for her reaction but was nervous to find a spark of interest in her eyes.

“Courting me? Really?” Tuk shifted to sit on her knees with hands braced against the floor, leaning towards her father, now fully invested.

“Yes he is, but you are too young for that right now so I don’t want to hear any more about it.” Tuk huffed at her father’s words, head now swarming with questions.

“But Lo’ak started courting Tsireya when he was my age.” Tuk countered before Jake finally set down the tools and knife.

“Yes and that was different.” Tuk felt more confused than ever staring back at her father. If Teeysal was really courting her and she was only one year away from full adulthood, what was the problem?

“How?” Careful not to push her father when she was already in trouble, Tuk tried to keep the tone from coming off as a complaint. A moment of silence fell as their eyes locked. In Jake’s eyes Tuk saw something that was a rare sight to see; vulnerability. His lips pursed, looking for the right words.

“Different in that you have had the privilege of not knowing what trouble young boys, like Teeysal, want to get into. When Lo’ak started courting Tsireya I was more worried about him getting into some ridiculous shenanigans than Tsireya. If anything, I knew she had an influence on him that kept the boy out of more trouble.” Jake laughed fondly thinking back to those times but Tuk didn’t join him. “The point is that your brothers and I know what these boys think and it’s our job to help look out for you.”

Looking down at her adorable pout, Jake knew the time had come. It was time that she knew the truth.

“Tuk,” His large hand went to cup the young girl's cheek fondly. “You are always going to be my little girl. It seems like just yesterday you were running around my feet playing with the Toruk figurine I made for you. It’s hard for your old man to see you grow up so fast, but know that I always have your best interest at heart, baby girl.” Tuk melted at the words, watching her father’s eyes get misty with tears. Her Dad was one of her main role models, always so strong and brave. To see him soft made Tuk’s heart ache with love and care.

“You promise?”

“Have I ever let you down before?” A small smile was exchanged between the two before she shook her head softly. Tuk wrapped her arms tightly around the large man holding him tenderly close. Jake relaxed in his daughter’s touch as she nuzzled her head against his broad shoulder.

Tuk loved her father more than words could express, but she would be lying if she said her curiosity and interests were not peaked by a certain Metkayina boy.

[aemondslefteyeball]

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[Modern!Aemond x Fem!reader]

[Warnings: Creepin, intense ass creepin'. Firearms. Masturbation.]

[Summary: Gather around children, let's play with guns!]

(Whew boy, this one was probably the hardest chapter to write since getting back into the groove. Sorry if this first one isn’t all that great, I'll yeet better ones into the void)

Chapter 4

Aemond looked over at Y/N warily. As they approached the manor, you looked up and around in wide-eyed wonder. Lys never saw snow, but right now there were more important things for you to do than gawk at cold water. He grabbed your wrist lightly and pulled you in, his nose pressing against the mass of curls on your head. “Don’t embarrass me.” He hissed against your earmuff and felt some relief when you nodded before giggling and blushing as if he had whispered something dirty. That seemed to be the exact moment his Mother opened the door, and smiled at the sight of you two. She immediately moved to embrace Y/N, and you returned her embrace warmly. 

“Oh, it’s so wonderful to meet you!” Alicent exclaimed, moving between the two of you. “I always hoped Helaena would have a sister,” Aemond opted to not comment on that one. She sized him up in the way only a mother could and apparently was happy with what she found. “Come.” His Mom said softly, leading the pair inside where the rest of the family was waiting in the hall. He saw her gaze over Y/N intently, doe eyes holding a touch of caution. He had worried that you would freeze up under the pressure of meeting his massive and… complicated family. To the contrary, you were chatting with Helaena when a little voice rang out, running up to grab his sister’s pant leg. 

“You’re too short to be a grown-up!” Jaehaera insisted, grasping her mother’s hand while you grinned. Aemond had let out a bark of a laugh that you ignored. Watching the grin on your face widen, mischief twinkled in your eyes. His stare sharpened, and his fist clenched. He watched you look around conspiratorially before dropping onto your haunches. If you do anything to upset her… You raised your right hand to your mouth as if the entire roomful of adults couldn’t hear you and gestured for his niece to come closer. 

“Between you and me, I’ve been pretending so I can have ice cream whenever I want.” Jaehaera’s eyes widened at your words. Aemond had to hold in a chuckle. Remaining at her level, you smiled warmly at the girl. “I’m Y/N. You must be Jaehaera.” His niece nodded intently at that, a smile on her chubby cheeks. 

“This is my brother, Jaehaerys!” She proudly exclaimed, pulling his much shyer nephew forward to meet the stranger in his home. He watched as you observed him quietly for a moment. When the boy raised his eyes level with yours, you smiled gently. 

“What’s your favorite kind of dinosaur?” You asked as if it were the most casual thing in the world, apparently not knowing that it had triggered a weekend-long class on paleontology. Then again, it’s not like he had told you anything other than names. 

“T Rex!” Jaehaerys blurted out, the shyness started to fade in favor of his special interest. He started listing off facts about T rexes before noticing a look that Helaena gave him. His eyes turned back to you, his expression curious. “What’s your favorite kind of dinosaur?

Helaena gave him an approving smile, and Aemond watched the gears turn in your head for a few seconds. Turning your gaze back to meet his, you smirked before saying “Uncle Aemond.” the boy’s eyes lit up as he giggled, and the twins started pulling at you to follow them excitedly babbling about dinosaurs and trains. He watched as you rose to a level you could still comfortably hold hands with them at, and ran off to wherever they whisked you away to. Aemond knew that he should be annoyed at your stupid little remark, but ignored it. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry about the insult, despite being irritated by the way you breathed sometimes. 

The next time he saw you was when he joined Helaena on the back porch. She stood nursing a cup of matcha, her silver hair pulled back into a messy bun as she turned to meet his gaze. Smiling at him, she turned back to look out at the yard. Aemond’s sole eye followed her trail of sight, and he held back a smirk at the sight of you flinging Jaehaerys to Aegon. When his brother noticed the pair watching, he held Jaehaerys up as if he were Simba. “So what are we supposed to do with these things?” A good-humored smile lit up Aegon’s face as he promptly tossed his nephew into a massive pile of snow. The twins giggled as Jaehaera raised her arms to you, jumping excitedly in anticipation to be tossed the same way her twin had. 

On Saturday night, he spotted you on the balcony pointing to the constellations in the night sky. You and Jaehaerys were so bundled up he could scarcely recognize the two of you, and he watched you from the frost-covered window. You were clearly in the middle of a story, your hand guiding the child’s to align with your target. When he got it, a smile pulled across your face. Your cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, but your face lit up so warmly. The ghost of a smile wisped across his face, and Aemond stood watching for a few more seconds, reflecting on how natural the pair of you looked. Despite his general distaste for you, he found himself wishing you had this. Not with him, obviously, but after your divorce. At least if then it would be less of a sunk cost. The next day when the two of you left, his hand lingered on your waist for just a second longer after they couldn’t be seen from the windows.

Aemond wasn’t sure whether he was dreaming, or just punishing himself. His eye was closed, but he got the feeling Alys knew he wasn’t sleeping. When he said nothing, she eventually moved to get up, and seeing an easy out Aemond pretended to stir. “Didn’t you say they’re coming today?” She questioned, pulling a tank top over her curvy form. 

“Yeah.” His voice was gravelly, “At noon.” Alys nodded while he rose to sit, before turning to walk towards the adjoining bathroom. He watched her from the reflection in the mirror, cued into the guarded look on her face. 

“Who’s all going to be here?” She asked, raising her brush to run through her raven locks. She observed herself in the mirror, frowning at something briefly. 

“Aegon.” He said unsurely. His brother seemed entirely unaffected by Sara’s disappearance, yet nobody seemed to think he planned her death. Alys’ face remained neutral “My Mom. Helaena.” The brush combed steadily through Alys’ hair, her head making small nods she probably knew he was watching. “Whoever is updating us. The twins. ” Alys’ face stiffened, and she looked down to hide the annoyance that flashed over her. You never had to ask her about it. Alys was ruthless in anything she pursued. If she wanted– or even liked– children she would’ve had them. Cringing for a second longer, Alys dragged the brush down on the other side of her head. 

“I have a busy day ahead of me so I won’t be able to meet up with you until later.” I can’t stand your family and don’t want to show up until they’re gone. Aemond nodded and looked to the other wall. 

“That’s fine.” Aemond didn’t feel relieved to be telling her the truth. They didn’t let it get sentimental, but they had been in their arrangement for a while now. He should care that she didn’t like his family, but as hard as he tried he just couldn’t picture anything further than the next day with her. Helaena was the first to show up, but he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. She was late to start college because of the twins, but because of that, her schedule was pretty flexible. She was a godsend. After the plane went missing, Aemond called in sick for the first time in his life. Since then, he had started delegating his extra duties to others and taking half days. It’s not like he would ever be fired from the company, and despite his general callousness, his Grandfather nodded at him the first time he told him he would be leaving early. He didn’t say anything beyond that, but the look shared between them was one of empathy uncharacteristic of the man. The twins ran around the house in the meantime, no doubt coating everything in a fine layer of boogers and mysterious goo. 

“How are you holding up?” She asked, setting down a bag full of takeout. Ripping it open, she set aside two containers before pulling one out with an “A-ha!” and placing it before him. Blueberry waffles with an extra side of syrup. Digging into his meal before waiting for Helaena and the kids, he shrugged off the look his sister gave him before taking another bite. That’s when the knock sounded at the door. 

“Is that Mom?” He inquired after swallowing a mouthful of waffle. 

Helaena pulled out her phone before frowning and shaking her head. He knew it wasn’t Aegon because Aegon had never shown up early to anything in his life. Shrugging, Aemond rose to his feet and walked towards the door, grimacing when he saw a familiar car in the driveway. Emerson. Impatiently knocking again, Aemond opened the door with a flat expression. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Emerson simply pushed past him with an eye-roll at his wry tone. His remaining eye widening in surprise as another girl followed after the brunette. Closing the door after them, he gave your girlfriend the most judgmental look he could muster. “I see you’re taking her absence particularly hard.” He derided. Emerson’s eyes widened in anger, her mouth moving wordlessly before she finally spoke. 

“Taenys is my friend. She’s here to support me because the woman I love is…” her voice trailed off. The implication awoke anger within him, a sneer pulling across his chiseled features. Perhaps it was to assuage his guilt, but he had determined to not treat you like you were dead until SAR had a body. Taenys put her hand up and soothed the brunette, her coos soft. Despite the platonic touch, Aemond could spot something deeper lurking in her eyes. It figured. Here Emerson was cozying up to another woman days after you had gone missing, yet he was the bad guy. Aemond’s gaze burned into the joined hands of Taenys and Emerson as the private investigator his mother had hired briefed them. 

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Baela slid onto your cot as soon as she noticed you sitting. Slouched over, you stared at the ladder leading into the attic. A thousand thoughts buzzed through your head like worker bees until your best friend’s voice cut through it. “It’s okay.” She whispered quietly enough to not wake those around you. “They’re gone, remember?” Her hand moved down your arm, her fingers lacing through yours before squeezing your hand reassuringly. “We buried them.” 

Shifting your gaze to the mounted head of a stag on the wall, you leaned into your best friend’s side. Letting the fear show through you, you finally spoke. “I think something really bad happened here.” Your eyes met hers as you swallowed. “The entire area. The forest. I’m really scared, Bae.” She wrapped her arm around you tenderly, taking care to not press on your injured shoulder too hard. The two of you sat like that until her rhythmic breathing lulled you to sleep. 

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Aemond felt hollow after everybody left. He went through the motions of readying himself for work, telling himself it's what was expected of him. The only thing he felt like doing was sitting and sipping at a glass of scotch until he could picture your face in his mind’s eye. But that wasn’t him, he wasn’t Aegon. He couldn’t dump all his shit onto everybody else. Aemond’s body was on autopilot as he turned on the car and started driving. The familiar lines of the familiar roads drifted together and the blonde found himself pulled back into his memories. 

You had entered the grand doorway of the mansion excitedly holding out a kit. “Guess what I got for us!” His Mother met his gaze and smiled. Her eyes shifted to Y/N with the twins before meeting Aemond’s again, her expression conveying an ambition that he would never grant her. After dinner the lot of you sat on the floor of the living room, giggling at inside jokes. The fireplace roared behind the trio as he watched them weave together friendship bracelets. “There you go.” You finally said before having Jaehaera tie the bracelet around your wrist, having finished with theirs. “Since the green-eyed monster visits whenever Aunty Baela is here, now she can see that you two are my beeessst friends.” Your tone was teasing, but not malicious. He got the impression you understood the turbulent emotions childhood brought and didn’t begrudge them for it. Aemond kept his face neutral, grabbing his glass of water and taking a sip before he turned away and went back to the kitchen. 

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“Hey!” Sara’s voice rang out. 

Sabitha immediately rushed to where Jace sat, putting her hand on the barrel of the dead man’s rifle and pushing it down. “You don’t know what the hell you’re doing with that!” 

“He’s being fucking stupid.” Sara quipped. 

“No. what’s fucking stupid is that we have a gun and we’re not using it.” He retorted. Jacaerys fired off an unsuccessful shot at the squirrel he had been aiming for. Sabitha recoiled at the noise and raised her hands up, her breathing quickened. 

Aly’s eyes lit up in worry as she ran to Sabitha’s side. “Oh shit.” Criston Cole emerged as quickly as he could on his crutches. 

“Hey.” He called out assertively, his angered look coming to rest on the boy. “Give me that.” He commanded as if he could hold himself against Jace now. “Jacaerys, give me the gun.” When the brunette finally followed his orders, he shifted his weight to one side, grabbing it with his left hand and discharging the shell. “This is a dangerous weapon, and we will handle it as such. We understand? That being said, Jacaerys is right. We’re out of food. We’re all feeling it. The good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.” The man continued on, looking displeased at the memory. “The bad news…yeah, I am down to one fucking leg. Which means that if we wanna eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.” You looked over to Baela, her face contorted in panic. Never pressing her for the details, you knew there was a gun involved in her Mom’s death. You moved past Jace, finally stopping at Baela’s side and shooting her an empathetic look. Baela stood next to you in the group, with you glancing at her every few seconds. “Slow breath in…” Alysanne stood with the rifle pointed at the tree. Sabitha stood behind her, watching for… scientific reasons. Rhaena placed a coin on the end of the barrel. “Then full exhale, then go.” The rifle clicked as Aly fired the unloaded gun and the coin dropped to the dirt beneath it. “It’s okay, you guys. Hey. It’s not a competition.” 

“Uh, but there is gonna be a winner, right? Sara peacocked over to Aly’s side, her gaze pointed at Aly as she held out her hand expectantly.

“Alright Sara, you’re up.” 

“Yeah, Sara.” Myrielle clapped, sitting on the stair of the porch. 

Before Sara could even fire it, the coin fell to the ground. Baela started laughing and the blonde grasped the rifle vertically in one hand. Holding it so that the barrel was pointed upwards in her obliviousness. “Okay, this is literally impossible.” Jace joined in the snickering, his gaze falling onto your best friend. 

“Alright. Come on, let’s keep it moving.” Ser Criston insisted, waving his hand to Jace. “Velaryon. Let’s go.” 

“Uh, yo. Luke, come try this.” He held out the rifle towards his little brother, only for the younger boy to shake his mop of curls.

“Fuck you.” He retorted, gazing down at the ground as he walked off into the treeline. 

“Oooh.” Came the jape from Myrielle, “Nice going, Strong.” 

“Let’s go.” The brunette raised the rifle parallel to the ground. Gesturing towards Rhaena to hurry up and place the coin on the barrel, she complied with a glance towards Ser Cole that lingered too long for your comfort. Apparently Ser Criston’s too. When he pulled the trigger, the coin stayed put. Claps rang out across the clearing, Criston nodding his head at Jace. “See, that ladies, is how it’s done.” He peacocked, looking suddenly ashamed as Baela rolled her eyes. 

“Nice, Velaryon.” Criston praised. Turning his gaze and gesture towards Baela, he nodded to her. “You’re up.” When she stepped forward, you could see the reluctance splayed across her face. 

“Come on, nice and easy, just like the man said,” Jace whispered, his gaze focused on Bae. You could see the distance in her eyes, and the coin fell to the ground unceremoniously. 

“That’s a shame.” Jace insisted with an eye roll. “Now, you know what? Next time we can just stick to something you’re good at. Like writing papers, or sucking dick.” 

“Hey.” You immediately interjected, held back by Barba from approaching the moody boy.

“I’m going again.” Baela insisted, leveling the gun back up as Sara gestured angrily.

“Can she do that?” She demanded, locking eyes with Ser Cole as you shot a glare in her direction. 

“I’ll allow it.” He insisted, his gaze hard on Sara. Jace argued against it, only to be given a long-suffering look from Criston. “That’s enough.” 

“Back off.” Sabitha spat.

“Leave her alone.” You snarled at him, your attention drawn back to the source of the issue. Pure spite was visible on Baela’s face as she raised the firearm. When she pulled the trigger, the coin lay flat on the barrel. You were the first to clap, a toothy smile pulling across your face as your best friend basked in the attention. Despite your inability to shoot the rifle due to the sling on your arm, you still deemed this a net victory Honestly, anything that pissed Jace off counted as a W right now. 

“Now that we’ve narrowed down the field, here’s how this is gonna go down. One final round for all of the marbles. You got five targets, five shots each. Myrielle, can you start us off?” 

“Um, just a thought.” Barba raised her hands up. “Shouldn’t we be saving bullets, you know?” 

“Uh, yeah, in theory. But lucky for us, the nutjob who lived here before was apparently hoarding for the apocalypse.” Myrielle fired off her first shot, hitting the log. 

“The cans.” Jace prodded. “You’re aiming for the cans.” 

“Shut up!.” Myrielle turned with a glare, but you couldn't feel too sympathetic. Those two were always dishing it out. 

“Do you like being this way?” Baela’s hands rested on her hips, a sardonic look on her face. 

“If you shit the bed again, are you gonna ask for another do-over? Baela rolled her eyes as Myrielle fired off her second shot and her third, expelling the shell before firing the rest. The first can finally fell, and Myrielle grinned smugly. 

“Good job, Myrielle.” Ser Cole praised, his eyes falling on Jace next. 

“Okay.” Jostling the rifle, Jacaerys aimed for the first can and knocked it off the log on the first try. Three more followed in quick succession until the fourth missed.

“So close, Strong.” Bae mocked him from behind. Jace wheeled around and pointed the gun at her, his face contorted in rage.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Jacaerys!” Criston barked. “Put the gun down.” Jace lowered the barrel, and you grabbed Baela’s arm, pulling her behind you in case anything his temper flared again. Adjusting the rifle so the sights aimed at the can, Jacaerys fired his last shot, successfully knocking it over. “Alright. That’s, uh… yeah. Good shooting Velaryon. But don’t ever do that again.” 

Jace handed the rifle over to Baela with a sneer. “Don’t choke. Again.” Rhaena covered her ears, and her twin fired off the first shot. The can flew off the log with a loud ting. The other four followed in quick succession. You clapped for your best friend as hard as you comfortably could, a smug expression on your face as you glanced over at the seething Jacaerys. 

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At work, Aemond buried himself as far into menial tasks as he could. He took the time to sift through every CC of every email. When he was busy his mind didn’t drift. When he was busy he didn’t think about you. Suddenly cursing himself for allowing his mind to wander, his fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment. The blonde typed your name into the search bar methodically, sifting through articles about the disappearance until he found one that offered a short biography of everybody onboard. There was a brief introduction he skimmed over, followed by photos of people on the flight. When a shot of you and some raven-haired woman he didn’t recognize popped up, he felt a pang in his gut. Her arm was wrapped around you, and he swore she pulled you in just a bit too close. His eye shifted laterally to the curve of your bust, barely contained by the bikini you wore. Your lips were pushed into an adorable pout, with aviator shades sitting across the bridge of your nose. He didn’t think that he had ever seen you quite like that. Playful. He supposed that he had nobody but himself to blame for that one, and he examined your carefree expression once more before he continued scrolling. As he got down lower, he eventually reached videos of the group. Clicking on one, his eye widened in immediate shock. ‘Now from the top’ your leg kicked up as you came down into a spread squat. ‘Make it drop’ you shot a smoldering look to the camera that quickly faded into giggles. His pupil dilated as blood rushed to his hardening cock. You, Baela, and three other girls he didn’t recognize came down into something akin to doggystyle ‘That’s some wet…’ Who would’ve thought the churchmouse was capable of this. ‘Macaroni in a pot,’ continued on, and he watched in sheer wonder as you brought your leg over from a downward-facing dog to a split, bouncing back up to the beat before dropping down again. Aemond held a breath, he was not into this. Despite his insistence his cock throbbed in his pants, and he found himself rewinding the video to watch the bounce of your ass as you landed in that split with a peeled eye. His tongue probed out to wet his lips. He was just curious, he told himself, his right hand venturing from his keyboard down to his belt. Replaying the video yet again, he was in the process of undoing his belt when a knock disrupted him from his thoughts. Aemond moved his hands back to the keyboard, closing out the tab he was on before composing himself. “Come in.”

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“Don’t eat that kind!” Nettles rushed to Rhaena and slapped the berries out of her hand, expression calm. 

“Okay. but will we trip our balls off or die?” You pursed your lips curiously as Sab teased her, Nettles smirked for a moment before shrugging in response. 

“The Girl Scout troop leader didn’t get all that specific about it.” 

“Nettles.” You gestured to a bush near you.

“Okay. Now those, I know for sure will make you puke. Don’t touch it.” You stepped back from the bush, before walking around the clearing and squatting down near another plant.

“Well, could you just show us something that’s actually edible so we can get going?” Surprise gripped you when Rhaena spoke up, her mood annoyed. Unattainable dick got a girl acting wild, knowing that it wasn’t entirely fair to make jokes at Criston’s expense. After all, he seemed even more disturbed by her affections than the rest of you. 

“What’s the hurry?” You snickered. “Ser Criston need a sponge bath?” Rhaena walked off, and Baela shot you a look while simultaneously holding in a laugh. Sabitha let out a deep belly laugh. 

Aly reached out to smack your arm, chuckling while doing so. “That’s-that’s mean.” 

“I’m sorry!” You shouted after her, before raising your hand in resignation. You would find her and apologize later. A tree called out to you, the triangular symbol embossed into the bark. Your hand raised to touch it, but Sara’s voice pulled you out of it before you could. 

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When Aemond arrived home he almost made an immediate beeline to your room. He couldn’t– rather he refused to– acknowledge the process behind his compulsion. All he knew was that he had unfinished business. He stood in your room, trying to think in your shoes. Where would you put anything you really valued? His hands reached under the mattress, before opening the drawer to your nightstand. The former turned up empty, but the latter yielded results. The top drawer contained polaroids in it. You stood with Baela and Aly, the three of you posed in front of Taerax’s Fountain in Volantis. You all beamed, and your hand had lifted to shield your eyes from the sun. Moving before he could second-guess the action, Aemond swiped the photograph. You had multiple others, and none of them were just of you. You wouldn’t notice a random one going missing. Increasingly frustrated, Aemond found a journal that was entirely full up to the last two pages. Setting it aside, he decided that was too personal for him to read through. He moved through cases, opening them and groaning in frustration to find lip balm and pens. The blonde abandoned the top drawer after finding nothing else. He craved evidence of the girl he saw in that video, expression confident and body fluid. Opening the bottom drawer, he pulled out the first box he saw, unlatching the lid and popping it open. Jackpot. He grasped the vibrator before he could think about it. Inspecting it thoroughly as if it would contain some lingering trace of Y/N, he lowered it back into the box. Aemond left the satin bags that were tied close. He figured that those were obviously hidden, it would cross boundaries to rummage through them. He chuckled darkly as he pulled out a half-burnt candle, wondering exactly which one of you had it dripped on them. He thought back to that picture of you in the bikini, the soft mounds of flesh that would jiggle under the hardening wax. Taking a sharp breath in, the candle was dropped into the box. Aemond’s gaze shifted, and suppressing his better judgment he stood up. He crossed the room to where your closet door had been propped open by Vhagar, no doubt.

Eyeing the navy blue hamper, he looked to the bottom of it. You had obviously done your laundry shortly before the trip. But he still found what he wouldn’t acknowledge he had been looking for. Aemond’s hands snatched the violet lace panties out of the plastic bin, bringing them to his face and inhaling your scent deeply as possible. His mouth watered, and his cock ached from neglect, having been hard since the moment he opened that box. Taking another breath in through his nose, he thanked the gods that he had changed into a pair of sweatpants and lowered them enough to free his twitching manhood. Slapping against his stomach, he let out a primal groan at the scant contact it provided, His left hand white-knuckled the thong as a trail of saliva dribbled onto the head of his member. With that, he gave it a long stroke from tip to base. Pulling the panties back up to his face and moaning at the scent, his hand pumped harder. It wasn’t warm enough, and he suspected his grip was nowhere near tight enough, but it would have to do. Throwing his head back, flashes of you stretching in those tight little shorts flashed through his mind. They left next to nothing to the imagination, and the sight of where your thighs met your pelvis was burned into his mind. The jiggle of your ass as your hips met with the ground in a split again. With a primal growl releasing from his throat, he tightened his grip on his cock, his hips involuntarily bucking into his hands. He thought of bending you over the table, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and fucking you senseless until you forgot all about your attempts to give him the cold shoulder. Heat began to build in his stones, desperate grunts falling from his lips as he closed his eyes, taking another deep whiff of Y/N’s panties. A darkened eye half-opened again. As the tension building in his groin released, he squeezed the head of his cock, pressing his fingers into the bundle of nerves underneath the head. His deep moans echoed through the empty room. Ropes of cum shot out into the air as he desperately fucked into his hand for the remainder of his orgasm, breathing heavily. Closing his eye for a few brief moments and resting his head against the closet door, clarity hit him like a fucking train. Globs of his seed pooled onto two of your dresses, and he made a note to have the maid clean them. Disgust finally flowed through him, and he tucked his cock back into his pants quickly. He threw the panties back into the hamper, suddenly recoiling. They would be cleaned. You would never know, and he could pretend it never happened. And it would never happen again. 

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“Uh, guys?” 

“What?” 

“Come here! Look!” 

Feet planted on the ground with shock twisting in you, your eyes met with a dilapidated airplane. It was a shitty little Cessna, and the sight of it drove a spike of fear into you. “Holy shit.” The foliage grew over the plane and Sara climbed closer into the brush near it. “I don’t think it still works,” You said absentmindedly as Barba crawled into it. “Dude, what the fuck?” Despite yelling out at her, she started the engine up with Sabitha and Sara still in front of it. Dread twisted in your gut. 

“Guys this is it,” Sabitha looked dumbstruck at the two blades slowly spinning in front of her, her hands raising suddenly. “Get out of the way!” Sara yelled, pushing her to the side before finding herself in front of the plane’s path. 

“Turn it the fuck off, Barba!” The plane eventually sputtered to a stop six inches away from Sara’s face. The blonde breathed heavily as the blades spun a few more times, coming to an eventual stop. She and Sabitha locked eyes for a few seconds. Your gaze felt vacant, and the wind whispered through the treetops. Staring at the vines wrapped around the wheels of the plane again, you murmured “It didn’t want him to leave.” Aly shot a glare in your direction. 

You sat back at the firepit in front of the cabin, rinsing off laundry while avoiding eye contact with Aly. Her gaze had been fixed on you since you had all foraged earlier and found the plane. As always, Baela swooped in with the assist. You thanked R’hllor for her return, and your eyes widened at the wooden stick bearing a dead deer. “You did it!” Beaming at Bae, you immediately rushed over to the body of the animal they set on the ground. 

“It was all Baela.” Jace blurted out.

“So, what do we do with it now?” Baela looked to Criston, who crutched closer over to the deer. 

“Well, first thing we got to do is bleed it out.” By now you weren't eeked out by the idea. There’s no room to be prissy out here. Ser Criston held up the knife by the flat of the blade. “Who wants to try?” He ignored Rhaena, who looked way too into cutting open a dead body. You would have volunteered if your other arm was functional right now, but you promised you’d help whoever did it as soon as you healed. Floris raised her hand hesitantly, stepping forward to take the knife.

“I’ll give it a try.” 

“Just right across the throat.” Floris squatted down, bracing one hand on the jaw before inhaling deeply and digging the blade into the animal’s throat. Wincing, you reflected on all the times you bought saran wrapped meat. 

Your hesitation eventually gave way to hunger at the scent of deer meat roasting over the fire. Sticking the skewer into the flames once more, you moaned as you ripped into the roasted meat. It had been over a week since you last felt full, and you tore into the venison with a ferocity that laid dormant. You looked at Floris, and noticing her hacking away more slices, you grabbed another skewer, ignoring the look from Sabitha and Myrielle. Placing a few chunks of meat onto it, you smiled softly and handed it to her “Gotta look after yourself too, you know.” Floris offered a tight smile before taking a bite and licking the juice off her fingers. Your attention was snapped elsewhere when Ser Criston toppled over, both crutches clattering into the dirt. 

“Whoa! Are you okay?” Her voice sweet as an angel’s, Rhaena crouched in front of Ser Criston. “Whoa, hey. You need to be more careful,” she lectured, “You could get even more hurt.” Something about her tone was cloying. Too sweet, hiding something underneath. You lowered your gaze to the fire, taking your wary eyes off of Baela’s twin. The group around the fire dwindled until you were the only person left there. You fiddled with the bracelet on your left hand, and wondered how long the deer meat would last.

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(I wish I could be as devoted to anything as Aemond is to his sense of denial lmao)

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