#and this is the conclusion i arrived at was to stay aware and stay involved

[harmacytechnician]

I used to volunteer a lot before I became a financially independent adult who has to work for a living, and found myself not keeping up with volunteering after that. I decided that it's overdue for me to get back into it and seeing what I can do to help my community. I submitted applications to volunteer at the local library and food bank, so hopefully I'll hear back soon.

I feel a very strong sense of "fuck you, the world CAN be a better place" in light of recent events that I honestly should have felt sooner, but better late than never.

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 12

Part 11

Eddie was aware of Valentine’s Day. It was a big day in first grade where crushes ran rampant. He rarely had anything to do with it himself though. But as the day approached, he thought about all the ways he could spend it with Steve. It did happen to fall on a Saturday this year, so they’d both be free from work.

He waved each kid off as their parents came to pick them up. When Steve came up, he felt the same urge to kiss him, to scent him, to be able to be closer than they were right now but needing to keep up appearances for professionalism’s sake. Shawn stayed between them and anyone looking from afar simply saw a parent speaking with a teacher.

“Are you coming over tonight?”, Shawn asked, used to Eddie coming over a few times a week at this point for dinner.

“Of course, bud. But I’m gonna be a little late”, he replied, then looked up at Steve. “Got a meeting to go to.”

Steve nodded. Fourth quarter was upon all schools in the county and that meant a lot of meetings about different things. Testing, close down procedures, grades, promotions or holding someone back, graduations and award ceremonies. Or maybe it was something more insular. Either way, Steve had been dragged to his own impromptu meetings, so he understood. 

Shawn hugged Eddie’s leg and without thinking, he scented him, rubbing his wrist to the top of his head before Shawn took his dad’s hand and bounced off.

Eddie didn’t tell Steve the meeting was just him and the principal, but he saw no reason to worry him when he had no idea why he was being called on in the first place. He sat down and it started normal but then the principal’s words began to sink like lead in his stomach.

“Inappropriate relations…unfair treatment…special attention…parental concerns…”

It took him a moment to respond and he realized the man before him had asked him a question. Eddie had to take a second to gather his thoughts.

“Let me get this straight, one of my student’s parents thinks that I’m in a relationship with another parent? And that I’m giving another student unfair advantages because of that?”

He was met with a nod and not much else and Eddie had been on this side of an interrogation before. He knew the questioning party preferred to rely on the other person’s guilt to get them to admit to something but Eddie wasn’t guilty of anything. If anyone found out about him and Steve and was making these conclusions, obviously that wasn’t ideal. But if they were also positing that this was why Shawn’s academic performance was so high…well they didn’t know his classroom.

So Eddie just crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. He and Principal Parker weren’t really at odds, but in general Eddie liked to push the boundaries.

“Does this parent have proof of this special treatment? Or proof of this relationship?”

“I was hoping you could shine some light on that situation”, Parker said.

Which either meant he didn’t know or was hoping Eddie’s info would match his mystery informant. Like a lot of administration, Parker hid his scent so Eddie couldn’t tell much from it. Either way, he wasn’t about to just give the man details he didn’t need.

“I’m not having inappropriate relations with anyone.” There was nothing wrong with what he and Steve were doing and that was private anyway. “And none of my students are getting anything special.” Nothing besides the extra attention some of them needed in math or reading. 

He was dismissed with the promise/warning that the situation would be monitored. When he arrived at Steve’s he was glad to be greeted with a kiss. It was like a balm for his nerves. 

“How was the meeting?”

Eddie wondered how much he should tell him now, knowing that Steve was directly involved. But Shawn came crashing against his legs like he hadn’t just seen him, so he couldn’t say everything now.

“Parker wanted to meet about some parent complaints. What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta!”, Shawn exclaimed. “Did you know there’s like a hundred kinds?”

“Yeah? And how many can you name?”, Eddie asked as he went to help Steve with the preparations.

“Macaroni, spaghetti, fettuccine, um, angel…”

Listening to Shawn list pastas while he and Steve made dinner, Eddie didn’t know how anyone could find anything wrong with it. But perhaps people couldn’t see how serious it was when they were just boyfriends. Which meant he had to do what was right and make it legitimate.

With it being Valentine’s Day that week, it was the perfect time to do a mini lesson on old courting methods and procedures. He got his student’s attention with all the different types of gifts a suitor would give to their intended. They were a little confused on why someone might need a parent’s permission to do it though.

“Can’t they just ask?”, Yasmin scratched her head.

“It’s kind of like asking someone’s parent if they can play outside”, Eddie explained. “But in this case, it’s asking if you can ask them out.”

“What if both their parents are dead?” Elodie asked, a grin on her face like she said something funny.

“Then you have to ask someone important in their life”, Eddie said.

Friday, the kids came in with cards and candy for everyone and some even shared with him, which he was always grateful for. At the end of the day, Steve came to get Shawn as always.

“I should just put you down as a designated guardian so you can just drive him home whenever you’re dropping by”, Steve teased.

And that certainly wouldn’t help the allegations but neither would Eddie kissing him the way he wanted to right now. Eddie followed almost immediately after them though and he went right to Shawn when he arrived.

He knelt down in front of the pup, keeping his face serious. “As the next of kin of my intended, I would like to ask your permission to officially court your father.”

Steve’s eyes widened as he held his breath for Shawn’s answer. He had his nose scrunched up and lips pouted a bit. His thinking face.

“Do you have a good courting gift?”, Shawn asked.

Eddie had set his bag down on the floor and now he pulled a folded shirt from it. He unfolded it to reveal that it was a Corroded Coffin t-shirt. Shawn took it and looked it over before giving it a quick whiff and an approving nod. 

“That’s a good gift. You have my permission. Here you go Dad”, Shawn held the shirt out for him.

Steve came over, hands shaking a little as he took it, bringing it up to his nose and taking a deep breath. He had never received a gift like this. An offering for his nest, one meant to begin an official courtship. It was old fashioned, but romantic. Eddie rose up on his knees, looking a little nervous, as if Steve would ever refuse him.

To assuage those fears, Steve leaned in close and touched his cheek to Eddie’s. “You know you’ll have to scent this everyday for me, right?”

That night, Steve wore the shirt to bed and Eddie got to scent him in earnest. Saturday morning came and it was decided the three of them would go out for Valentine’s Day. Eddie didn’t like to make assumptions, but he was pretty sure Billy wasn’t the best father even on good days. He didn’t want Shawn to think he was only here for Steve.

He made chocolate chip pancakes for them both and then they drove to the aquarium. While Shawn had his face pressed to the glass of a tank, Eddie told Steve more about the meeting.

“I don’t think anything’s gonna come of it. But just in case any of the other parents try and make trouble for you…”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Respectfully, they can fuck off. My kid is smart because I put in work early.” Working with kids who were below grade level for several reasons made Steve realize how important it was for parents to take education seriously. Shawn excelled in kindergarten before Eddie and he’d do so in second grade after Eddie. But he knew parents fussing could cause huge problems down the line.

“You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Eddie shook his head. “Parker’s the kind that doesn’t like rocking the boat. He’ll probably tell the parent that he spoke with me.” And if they kept kicking up dust, Eddie would be more than happy to evaluate their own child and give suggestions of how to improve their performance. “Like you said, they can fuck off.”

Of course that was when Shawn ran back to them, jaw dropped and frozen in his tracks at what he’d heard. Steve wasn’t helping by snickering and hiding it horribly in Eddie’s shoulder.

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The true test came a week later, as it was Shawn’s birthday and Eddie would be attending not as his teacher, but as the alpha dating his dad. He laughed a little to himself thinking off the other times kids would invite him to their parties that he would have to express interest in but politely decline.

Of course his classmates were invited and that meant when the doorbell rang, Eddie was able to greet them and welcome them inside. A few were a bit surprised to see him at the Harrington household, but were able to disguise it for the most part. He knew they had questions. Eddie let his body language do the talking and so did Steve. 

Sitting close, arms around each other, never straying too far from each other, openly scenting Shawn in front of others because for all intents and purposes, that was his pup. Shawn loved all of his gifts, including the sets of miniatures from Eddie.

Steve shook his head. “You’re trying to indoctrinate him into that dungeons game, I know it.”

“When it’s DnD it’s indoctrinating, but when you buy him a basketball it’s just a game. I see how it is. The double standard”, Eddie lamented, hand to his chest as Shawn opened the rest of his gifts.

No one said a word against them then, but it was now out in the open. Mr. Munson was dating Mr. Harrington.

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“Hey! I remembered the name of the thing! It’s Molang, not the Cinnamoroll one”, Steve said, in the middle of brushing Shawn’s hair for bed.

Shawn’s face scrunched up. “That was so long agoooo.”

“Yeah but I was right. You’re all soft and squishy like that”, he smiled, pushing his son’s cheeks together and giggling through the mirror.

“Mmnot soft”, Shawn protested.

“Alright then, go ahead and brush Mr. Not Soft.”

Shawn grabbed his toothbrush. “Just call me Mr. Hard.”

“Not doin’ that”, Steve muttered under his breath as he walked out of the bathroom. He put on the CC shirt. It was fresh from when Eddie scented it just about an hour ago when he’d been here. Not for the first time he wondered if it was too soon to just ask him to move in. He spent half the week in this bedroom anyway.

Eddie’s courting gifts extended to Shawn as well, who got his own t-shirt. This one wasn’t from the band, they didn’t have kids merch. It was simply one with a vintage print of a dragon that Eddie had scented as well. After brushing his teeth, Shawn settled into his bed for story time and Steve grabbed a kid’s chapter book they were working through. Shawn’s latest obsession was the Magic Treehouse series.

More often than not, Shawn would take over reading and sometimes Steve found himself nodding off. It was happening now and his eyelids got heavy when he heard the doorbell ring, putting him on high alert. Eddie had been by earlier, had he forgotten something? Robin usually texted before coming through, but emergencies did happen from time to time.

Besides that, he couldn’t think of who else could be calling on them this late. The doorbell rang again and there was knocking this time. Steve knew he had no obligation to open it. Whoever it was could come back at a more reasonable time. But the oddness of it compelled him to answer. 

He went downstairs and did a quick assessment. There were several things around that he could use as a weapon just in case it was some sort of assailant and Shawn knew how to dial 911. Then he shook his head. He lived in a nice neighborhood, that sort of thing didn’t happen here.

Nothing could have prepared him for opening the door and seeing Billy on the other side of it. 

Part 13

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[in-hav3n]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 ?

Friends with benefits is a great idea...until feelings are involved. But what will happen if you discovered those feelings are shared?

WARNINGS : NSFW - sex scene - age gap

Ten minutes now that you were pacing around your hotel room, thinking and trying to connect what you just heard a few minutes ago. No doubt your foot prints would stayed forever on the hotel room's carpet if you kept walking like this all night long. You were concerned. Concerned cause you just discovered something you weren't supposed to discovered…or maybe, you had to? You couldn't tell.

An half hour ago, while walking through the corridor of the hotel were you were all staying during the summer tour with the band, you overheard something. You know it's impolite to listen to others conversation but when you heard something that could be concerning yourself, you decided it was a good reason to not respect this common rule.

You immediately recognized James voice as the one talking and what he was confessing to Kirk - you recognized him too really easily when he said, a bit too loud, your name - surprised you.

"I have feelings for a girl…she's really special. She's made for me, I know it. We have the same tastes, we get along so well...But I can't tell my feelings, I'd be afraid to do it. I'm sure she'll laugh at me or won't believe me cause..we're not supposed to have feelings for what we're doing together since months…".

"Are you talking about (X/Y)? I'm glad you finally admit it dude cause I think everyone in the crew had realized this since months..."

And this is how you realized he was talking about you.

You started to work for Metallica two years ago and you got along very well with the band since the beginning. They welcomed you in their family and as their new PA, you spend a lot of time with them. It wasn't easy everyday for sure but they were so kind and funny that it made you forget all the difficult times you could had. After a year, you started to get close to James. You both had a difficult childhood and similar issues and maybe this helped. But he was so kind with you and sometimes protective that it pleased you a lot. You were some kind of two broken souls that needed comfort and this is how all it began. But you were both aware of the fact that he was a rockstar, you were working for them. It was better then to be friends with benefits than to have a real relationship.

For a couple of months, it was fun. You just enjoyed each other presence to have fun and distract yourself from the stress of touring and everything. But after one wild night, when you were watching him sleeping, you discovered the truth. You had caught feelings for him...and let's say, strong feelings. You could felt it in your soul. And the more you were having sex together, the more you realized you were truly in love with him. But you knew it wasn't reciprocal and so you decided to kept this for yourself. You decided anyway to kept this agreement you had cause after all, it was better than nothing.

And now you just discovered that those feelings were shared by James. What to do? That's the question you had in mind since ten minutes now. Until you arrived at this conclusion : it was better to tell the truth, even if could mean the end of your friendship. But you wanted the truth, you wanted to hear him telling you what you just heard and confessed to him your feelings. You couldn't keep that for yourself any longer...

Standing in front of his suite's door, you took one last breath before knocking. Your hands were shaking and you mentally coached yourself to be brave and to acted normally and cool. The door opened on James, only wearing his bathrobe, his hair still a bit wet from the shower he just took. Gosh, this won't help, you thought for yourself.

"Hey darling. Were we supposed to meet tonight?", he asked gently but still with a frown. You had some sort of a secret code together when you wanted to have sex and he was wondering if maybe he forgot it.

You shook your head. "No. Can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure, come in", he stepped back to let you in. You smelled his masculine shower gel as walking by and it drove you crazy. This reminded you the taste of his skin. James closed the door behind you and stood up in front of you. You faced him even if your legs felt heavy and no longer a support. Your mind tried to remember the speech you prepared but it's like your brain washed away any idea you got.

"Are you okay? You seem... confused" he asked, frowning again, as he drank some water from a glass. His bathrobe opened a little, exposing some parts of his chest. It was difficult to resist. C'mon, you can do it!

"James, can I ask you something?", he nodded, encouraging you to go on. "Do you enjoy our meetings ?".

"You mean, what we have together? Yes I do enjoy it. Why? Do you want to stop?". He asked with a frown and you wondered if you didn't see some hint of deception inside his pupils. Time to proceed of the plan you settled...

"So for you, it's not a problem if you're having sex with someone without... Having feelings for that person", you added, walking over him with slow steps. He didn't seem to understand your thoughts and maybe he needed a little help. James looked confused now, frowning as looking down on you. You could feel his hot breath against your lips.

"W-What are you talking about?", he mumbled as seeing you so close. Now his desire for you were awaken and he wanted desperately to kiss you deep and strong. But you didn't seem to be there for that apparently...

"How come you can have sex with a girl without feeling something for her? I mean, sex is so intimate..." you placed your hands on the sides of his bathrobe, not leaving his gaze. "you must feel something else than just desire and pleasure". His pupils darkened again but you could also see his cheek flushing a little. You were right. But still he didn't seem to want to admit it. He needed you to push him further to confess.

"Sweetheart, are you drunk or something cause I-I don't understand...?" , he said as you guided him over the couch behind him, gently pushing him to sit down. His bathrobe opened a little with he movement and you bite your lips when you noticed he was naked under it. Slowly, you climbed on his lap, circling his neck with your arms, sitting on him. You were wearing a summer dress and your clothed womanhood felt his bulge through the fabric. This was enough to aroused you more.

James hands glided along your legs, thighs, removing your dress to slowly exposed your ass, gripping it sharply. You let out a moan of surprise and from the look he was giving to you right now, you could tell he got all your attention.

"Answered my question..." you whispered against his lips but you kept a distance willingly. You didn't want to give him a kiss now, you wanted answers first. But you allowed yourself to kiss his neck sensually, as moving your hips on his crotch, feeling his bulge growing under you. It was ecstatic and it was just the beginning of this game.

James groaned when you refused to kiss him and pushed on your ass to make you roll closer on him. "Which question baby...?" he said low as admiring your moves on him. He couldn't wait to get what he wanted but he also loved a bit of foreplays before.

You trailed kisses along his neck and jaw until you locked your eyes again with him. "About sex and feelings...", you clarified and moved on the other side of his face to spread kisses. James head leaned against the couch as he moaned low again.

"What-What do you want to know?" he started to pant when he felt your right hand opening his bathrobe to expose his naked body. As you untied the knock, his dick showed up, proudly erected against his stomach. He was fully hard and this was exactly what you wanted. You grinned at the view and softly took his erection in your hand, stroking him in a slow pace, your forehead resting against his to put your gaze into his beautiful blue eyes.

"What do you feel?" you whispered against his lips, stroking him, your thumb caressing slowly his tip at the same time.

"I feel good..this feels good", he groaned harder this time, gripping the edge of the leather couch on each side of him. You shook your head with a mischievous smile.

"Wrong answer baby...What do you feel...about me?", you finally let out what you wanted to know. You stopped moving your hand but you still gripped his dick. You wanted to keep this kind of power on him. James opened his eyes and looked at you with some kind of panic in his eyes. He didn't say anything for a moment and you knew that the blush on his cheeks were provoked by his thoughts and not by what you were doing to him. It was now or never, you thought

"I'm tired to play James....I love those moments we share together and it's not just about sex, it's more than that. I love being with you, sharing this with you. I love the way you look at me, the way you touch me and make me feel. I love you...", you finished your sentence with a desperate sigh. It was the moment of truth.

James looked at you, surprised. He definitely didn't expect such confession. But you hoped that he'd finally confessed his...Tired of his silence, you were about to say something else when suddenly, James hand grabbed your neck and in a few seconds, his lips crashed on yours for the most sensual and hungry kiss you've ever shared. Your tongue danced together quickly, connecting with one another, as your hand left his dick to rush into his short soft hair. James held you tighter, closer to his chest, to have you as close as possible whilst his hands cupped your head to intensify the kiss. This embrace was needy and meaningful at the same time.

James lips left yours after this short moment of passion and he opened his eyes to look at you. You were both slightly panting, catching your breath. But you noticed something was different in the way he was looking at you, it wasn't the same gaze, the same emotions he was given you through his blue eyes.

"What do I feel ?", he said again, still holding your head. "I feel something I've never felt since a long time for someone (X/Y), it's strong, indescribable, amazing but bringing so much confusion at the same time..."

"Then don't speak...and prove it to me those feelings are real", you whispered and gasped at the same time, almost desperate for it as you bite gently his lower lip. You noticed a slight flame burning inside his already dark pupils and you knew it was the time.

No need to say it twice to James. His hands quickly undressed you, removing your panties that he threw far away in the room not caring of where it landed. You gasped of surprise when he did it but you giggled of pleasure. He spat in his palm and covered his dick with it.

"Think you're ready for me sweetheart?", you nodded with a cocky smile and slowly moved on him to lined up yourself with his dick and when you feel you're at the right place, you slowly glided on it, your hands on his shoulders for some support. You knew you were wet enough for him.

"Oh god...", you moan when you felt him going completely inside of you, stretching your walls. James groaned and looked at every details of your face as you sat down on him.

"You're so tight and hot baby", he said with needy tone as kissing the place between your neck and chest.

"feel so good..." you moaned as closing your eyes, feeling the pleasure invading you as you started to move slowly on his long member, one hand putting off your dress at your hips. James hands found a good place on your ass, helping you in your movements. He looked at you with a loving gaze, feeling a pure sensation of pleasure going through his veins but also of love. He was happy you felt the same feelings, he was happy to see that maybe this love could be real.

Without warning you, he lifted you up and gently laid you down on the couch, his dick still inside you. You moaned of surprise and giggled, holding his neck for support and once on your back, you opened your legs so he could leaned on you, his hands now gripping your hips. You pulled him close, wanting his face close to yours, you wanted to kiss him, to feel his body against yours.

James moved slowly his pelvis, his cock trusting in you with a slow pace, hitting your spot sweetly.

"Oh James!", you whined of pleasure, hugging him tight. Each thrust was a pure exatsy, even stronger compares to what you had before. Maybe because now the feelings were real? Your body shivered of pleasure every time James was pulling off to enter back in you, his eyes always locked with yours. Your pussy was getting wetter, helping every pushes he was giving and as he was getting deeper in you, your moans were louder as well as his groans.

"Oh baby you feel so fucking good...taking my cock so well", he whispered like a mantra, looking sometimes under you to see how well you were taking his cock. You close your eyes and bite your lip. You can't take it any longer. "I love so much making love to you like this". You reopened your eyes and looked at him, surprised. It was the first time he ever said something like this to you. You smiled and let out an ecstatic laugh of pleasure. He said it, he confirmed what you just knew. He loved you. And this was enough to pull you over the edge.

"Oh yes, love me James...please...", you begged him with moans and whimpers as your nails nearly rigged inside his forearms. James bite his lower lips, a sweat drop coming from his forehead as he thrusted a bit faster in you, changing a bit his angle so he could hit your spot. Hearing you whining louder, he knew you were about to cum.

"Come for me sweetheart...", he commanded, moving faster again. You nodded and closed your eyes, as you felt an heat of pleasure blooming inside your lower belly, announcing your climax. You smiled and embraced it, as you feel it exploded inside you like a bomb of thousands feelings.

"James...oh yes, yes, yes!", you shouted as your lower back arched strongly, pushing him deeper. He gripped your chest, holding you close, smiling proudly at the effect he had on you. "Oh my god...", you panted hard as you felt the last effects running through your veins. You cupped James face and looked at him with a loving gaze, moving your hips with him to make him cum now.

"Cum inside me baby...please...love me like you said", you begged again and feeling your pussy so hot, so tight against his dick was already enough to bring him to his climax too.

"Sa-Say it a-gain baby..." he panted hard, looking desperately at you. His grip was harder on your hips skin.

"Love me James...", he thrusted once more and soon groaned loud as he kept saying "I'm gonna cum..."and came hard inside you, gripping you tighter, leaving thumbs marks but you didn't care. He unloaded himself groaning low, closing his eyes. He was so sexy, you thought as looking at him with a smile. He was panting hard, going out slowly of you.

"What do you feel?", you asked after a moment, caressing his handsome sweaty face with your fingertips. James caught his breath and bend over you to kiss you deep before giving you the answer you dreamed of since a long time...

"I feel love... I love you (x/y)...and I want to love you again and again".

A/N : Thank you @ridethehet for my first request ever!! Hope you'll like it honey <3

[hekatiane]

Hi Heka, I discovered you for all your amazing Leodia art, but I genuinely enjoy everything you make! I have always wondered how you envision the reconciliation between Leona and Diana to be like? Do you think Leona will discover the error of her ways on her own, or will she require the intervention of some other person/a cathartic event?

Unrelated but I am also curious about how you think a meeting between Morgana and Syndra would turn out in the main universe, given the WIP you shared of them at Riftmas :3

Hii Explodingquails, thank you so much for your words and support!! <3 <3

And hmm, how could I answer this... Well, I have thought of this before and at the same time I have a pair of scenarios. I guess it depends on the route Leona takes? Either her tyrant route or she not know what the Solaris are doing (the lore itself is stuck between those two concepts, lord help me)

This requieres what we call a "mucho texto" (meme-ish way to say "very long text"), because for Tyrant Leona

I picture her as someone who has reached self-failure (Leona is meant to be a protector for the weak and yada yada). I don't think or picture her as brainwashed or a zealot, she knows her protective ideals, she knows the cruel actions of the Solari and is aware of their radical behavior specially because she saw how they treated Diana. But she's stuck in this radical place where the Solari can kill their own (as said in the latests story that features Atreus iirc). Leona decides to stay because she has the weight of her people + family and their expectations upon her, and has to fulfill them by the fear of dissapointment. I think some of us can relate to that.

The scenario of this route causes a conflict that escalates to war, and it's a situation that overcomes Leona psychologically. She accepts that she has become a tyrant and arrives to the conclusion that, in order to end the bloodshed, is by Diana killing her. This of course leads to a semi-god fight where Leona pretends to be cruel and ignorant as a way to anger Diana, who later notices that façade. Diana tries to reach Leona but she refuses and basically threatens Diana to make a supernova if she doesn't end her lol (extra dramatic I know). But Diana, knowing how Leona feels, just runs across the chaos and fire to hug her, which puts and end to the conflict. WOOOOOO clap clap and everyone was happy again.

That's the first reconciliation scenario I thought about. Now for the route where Leona doesn't know shit, well, I guess she would find out eventually and Diana herself or the Lunari, or the rakkor would tell her "hey the Solari are killing everyone please stop this" and Leona would go like "Wait what??" and start moving because Leona is, supposedly, a protector.

She can call out the Solari but I don't think that would go well for her lol, maybe she can try to find Diana but the Lunari take her as a prisoner because it's the enemy AND leader of the Solari, Diana finds out and both talk about the things that are happening and how Leona just didn't know. Maybe the Solari go absolute bonkers and decide to burn everything everywhere at the absence of Leona since she's a threat to their bloodshed too. It's not a polished idea so I can't say a lot more kjkjdkj but I think it would be a desperate situation that can make them fight together (A DREAM RIOT PLS) and a first step to end the conflict

Now for Morgana and Syndra

This involves that Morgana is not in Demacia (maybe when things start to go well in there she can afford traveling around), and this scenario is related to my HC of Syndra being an incognito. Not as a spy or anything, but let's say, she pretends to be a wanderer or someone who lost everything to the war.

Syndra (and this is canon) can only understand her magic fully if she discovers and knows herself, because it's driven by her emotions. So I decided to use that excuse to make her go around Ionia (and to get food and stuff because the suplies of the fortress aren't infinite, like). She doesn't think that she's making a self-discovery trip, she's not aware of that fact, but something within just tells her to go to the country she hates to the gut lmao.

While she wanders around, maybe at night but totally in the middle of the forests where she usually hides, she encounters a mysterious figure that approaches her, this being Morgana. With the "What's troubling you, child?" kind of trope.

Syndra immediately feels threatened by her because there's something about Morgana that makes her feel exposed, and emotional exposure equals danger to Syndra. She warns Morgana to stand back and leave, ready to attack. Morgana however just walks closer as she knows that Syndra cannot attack her even if she wants to.

Just as Morgana can percieve Syndra's incredible magic, Syndra notices Morgana's power, but is unable to determine what she is. She's not human, she's not an ordinary mage, nor a vastaya, or any other type of creature that comes to mind. Whatever she is, Morgana is just something superior. She knows she can't mess with her.

Morgana presents herself calm and smiling with tenderness. She explains to Syndra that her large pain caught her attention and how she understands that feeling of anger, betrayal and loliness created by her people and family, just like she felt because of Kayle. But she also senses how Syndra is trapped inside her own mind and how that torments her deeply.

Syndra somehow knows that what she says is true, so decides to accept her company even if it makes her feel vulnerable. There is something about Morgana that makes her unable to reject her.

This strong empathy that Morgana feels would drive her to share her views, teachings and wisdom to Syndra, and Syndra herself, with time, would feel free to be herself infront of a mentor and motherly figure, figures that in the past hurt her deeply. It's a dynamic that would help both characters come into terms with their personal pain and broken bonds.

Syndra's "I had a brother once, but he betrayed me instead of protecting me." which would mirror Morgana's "I had a sister once, that betrayed me instead of being by my side." You get what I mean overall.

Now this HC comes from the Kayle and Morgana's rework AMA, where a Rioter stated that the character that Morgana would feel the most empathy for, would be Syndra.

This Rioter also stated that she would make Syndra feel the pain she inflicted to others as a way to teach her (like she usually does), but I disagree with that part. Syndra's new lore puts her as a victim of family mistreatment and bullying, who developed an (almost uncontrolable) explosive temperament along with a strong distrust towards others. If Morgana tries to approach her and uses her magic to make her feel pain to learn, it just would make Syndra see Morgana as a red flag, someone like those who had hurt her.

Even if it goes against her judgement themes, I think it's something that would break the first steps of their dynamic, which are very important and fragile because they revolve around trust and being emotionally open.

Anyways I'll leave it here before I write even more LMAO hope this was at least a pleasant reading!

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@audaciious -  Normally, matters in the supernatural community stayed in the supernatural community. They were quickly covered up from the normal human world, by the Masquerade or the Scarlet Screen or the Veil or whatever one wished to call it; different communities had different names depending on their location, species, and so on. And as the usually-undisputed ruler of his domain, Abraham “Bram” King usually oversaw this process in this city via a team of contacts from plants in the police department to creatures who couldn’t wait to devour a few bodies down to the bones so no one could notice anything ODD about them at the morgue. Typically, he did not need anyone else involved besides those already in his extensive network. And when he did, it was someone who was already an extra in these matters. Never before had it been someone who was totally ignorant of the supernatural world, but needed to be made aware of it. Bram was baffled by it, but he and his strategic team had worked this from every angle, and then the diviners and seers that he had on staff had worked it from a few more, and everyone came to the same conclusion: The only way this will get handled is with this specific man. And that specific man was Dean Lawson, a private eye in his mid-40s and perfectly human and, while dogged and diligent in digging up dirt in the world he knew existed, was utterly ignorant of the other world right ….not right before his eyes, no, but right beyond his line of sight. As it was for most humans. A bizarre choice. Bram still had his doubts. He’d only relented towards giving it a try once he finally got assurance from Dia, a techno-witch and his top consultant, that Dean was the best, perhaps the only, option. Why that was, though, even she couldn’t say. He hated that. But heavy is the head, as they say. . . “Mr. Lawson,” Bram said, as he entered the PI’s office, a hulking figure that looked almost absurd in his tailored suit, like a gorilla wearing a tuxedo, “We spoke on the phone. I’m Mr. King, for the 3 o’clock. I hope you don’t mind my being a touch early.” Early indeed. The appointment was not for 3 PM, but 3 AM. Bram had arrived at 2:45 on the dot. He did not sit down, nor hold out his hand to shake, but continued to speak, “I understand this is perhaps an odd hour for you—though perhaps not, considering your line of work—but it was necessary. I wish you to see the most recent crime scenes firsthand, and they’ll be off-limits to us “civilians” tomorrow when they’re discovered by the police. Meaning, yes, two new ones just happened, which makes our case that much more urgent. If you’ll come with me to the car, I’ll give you the details on the way; time is of the essence.”

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TITLE: A VOLUNTARY INTERNSHIP IN ENVIRONMENTAL CONSERVATION: EXPLORING NATURE'S WONDERS

Introduction:

Welcome to my blog, where I'll be sharing my experiences and adventures during my voluntary internship in an environmental conservation program. Join me as I embark on a journey to a breathtaking destination, engage in meaningful volunteer activities, and explore the wonders of nature.

The Journey to my Destination and Where I am Staying:

After weeks of anticipation, I finally embarked on a memorable journey to my destination. The winding roads led me through picturesque landscapes, with towering mountains and lush green valleys. As I arrived, I was greeted by the enchanting beauty of a remote wildlife sanctuary. Nestled amidst nature's embrace, my accommodation consists of cozy cabins that blend harmoniously with the surrounding

environment, offering a tranquil retreat during my stay.

The Weather:

The weather here is nothing short of spectacular. With clear blue skies, gentle breezes, and a pleasant temperature, it creates the perfect ambiance for engaging in outdoor activities. The occasional drizzles only add to the charm, breathing life into the flora and fauna that thrive in this natural haven.

The Name and Purpose of the Environmental Program:

The environmental program I am fortunate to be part of is called "Nature Guardians." Its purpose is to preserve and protect the delicate ecosystems within the sanctuary, ensuring the sustainability of the diverse plant and animal species that call this place home. Through education, community involvement, and hands-on conservation efforts, Nature Guardians aims to create a harmonious coexistence between humans and nature.

Volunteer Activities I Have Done:

As a volunteer, I have had the privilege of engaging in various activities that contribute to the program's conservation goals. I have participated in habitat restoration projects, where we worked diligently to remove invasive plant species and replant native vegetation. Additionally, I have assisted in conducting wildlife surveys, gathering valuable data on the population dynamics and distribution of different species. These experiences have not only deepened my understanding of environmental conservation but have also allowed me to witness firsthand the positive impact of our collective efforts.

Activities I Plan to Do in the Next Few Days:

In the upcoming days, I have an exciting lineup of activities planned. Firstly, I will be involved in organizing an environmental awareness workshop for local school children, aiming to inspire the next generation to become environmental stewards. Additionally, I will be joining a team of researchers to monitor the nesting habits of endangered bird species in the sanctuary. This opportunity will enable me to contribute to ongoing research initiatives and gain valuable insights into avian conservation.

Conclusion:

My voluntary internship in this environmental conservation program has been a transformative experience so far. Exploring the pristine wilderness, immersing myself in meaningful volunteer activities, and witnessing the power of collective action have instilled in me a profound appreciation for the natural world. Stay tuned for further updates as I continue to contribute to this noble cause and unravel the secrets of this remarkable sanctuary. Together, we can make a difference in preserving the beauty and integrity of our planet.

TITLE: A JOURNEY OF ENVIRONMENTAL ADVOCACY: MY VOLUNTARY INTERNSHIP EXPERIENCE

Introduction:

Greetings, fellow nature enthusiasts! I am thrilled to share my experiences as a voluntary intern in an environmental conservation program. Join me as I embark on a transformative journey, immersing myself in nature's wonders and actively participating in initiatives aimed at preserving our planet.

The Journey to my Destination and Where I am Staying:

The road to my destination was an adventure in itself.

With a map in hand and a heart full of excitement, I traversed diverse landscapes, from bustling cities to serene countryside. Finally, I arrived at a remote conservation center nestled in the heart of a breathtaking forest. The center's eco-friendly cottages became my home away from home—a peaceful retreat surrounded by towering trees and vibrant wildlife.

The Weather:

The weather in this sanctuary is truly remarkable. Warm rays of sunshine pierce through the lush canopy, making each day a delight for exploration. Occasionally, gentle showers bless the earth, nourishing the soil and adding a touch of magic to the ambiance. The constant interplay of sunlight and rain creates an ecosystem teeming with life, and I find myself in awe of nature's balance.

The Name and Purpose of the Environmental Program:

The environmental program I am proud to be a part of is called "Earth Guardians." Its mission is to safeguard our planet's natural resources, promote sustainable practices, and inspire communities to become proactive in environmental conservation. Earth Guardians organizes educational initiatives, implements conservation projects, and fosters partnerships with local communities to create a lasting impact.

Volunteer Activities I Have Done:

During my time as a volunteer, I have engaged in a myriad of activities that contribute to the program's noble cause. One of my most memorable experiences involved participating in a beach cleanup campaign, where we worked tirelessly to remove plastic waste and preserve the marine ecosystem. Additionally, I have assisted in rejuvenating community gardens, planting trees, and raising awareness about sustainable farming practices. These hands-on activities have reinforced the importance of collective action and ignited a deep-rooted passion for environmental stewardship within me.

Activities I Plan to Do in the Next Few Days:

In the upcoming days, I am eagerly looking forward to engaging in several impactful activities. Firstly, I will be involved in organizing a nature walk for local school children, aiming to foster a connection between young minds and the wonders of the natural world. Furthermore, I will be collaborating with a team of researchers to conduct a biodiversity survey in nearby forests, documenting and studying the rich array of plant and animal species. This opportunity allows me to contribute to scientific research while further deepening my understanding of ecological systems.

Conclusion:

My voluntary internship with Earth Guardians has been nothing short of transformative. Every day brings new discoveries, challenges, and opportunities to make a positive difference. As I immerse myself in this journey of environmental advocacy, I am reminded of the interconnectedness of all living beings and the urgent need to protect our planet. Together, let us become guardians of Earth, working hand in hand to ensure a sustainable and thfuture for generations to come. Stay tuned for more updates as I continue to embark on this incredible adventure!

TITLE: EMBRACING NATURE'S CALL: MY VOLUNTARY INTERNSHIP FOR ENVIRONMENTAL CONSERVATION

Introduction:

Welcome to my blog, where I share the incredible experiences and profound impact of my voluntary internship in an environmental conservation program. Join me as I embark on a journey filled with purpose, exploring the wonders of nature and actively contributing to the preservation of our planet.

The Journey to my Destination and Where I am Staying:

My journey to reach this environmental haven was an adventure in itself. With a backpack full of anticipation, I traversed winding paths that led me through breathtaking landscapes. Finally, I arrived at a sustainable eco-lodge nestled amidst towering trees and vibrant flora. This eco-lodge serves as my sanctuary during this internship, providing a serene and eco-friendly space that aligns seamlessly with the program's values.

The Weather:

The weather in this pristine location is a gift from nature itself. Sun-kissed mornings greet me with a gentle warmth, inviting me to explore the surrounding trails. The afternoons bring a refreshing breeze, allowing for comfortable outdoor activities. Occasionally, the skies bless us with a soft drizzle, heightening the beauty of the lush greenery and creating a symphony of natural sounds. The weather here is a constant reminder of the intricate balance that sustains life on our planet.

The Name and Purpose of the Environmental Program:

The environmental program I am fortunate to be a part of is known as "EarthSavers." Its purpose is to promote sustainable practices, raise awareness about environmental issues, and actively engage in conservation initiatives. EarthSavers aims to inspire individuals to adopt eco-friendly lifestyles and work collectively to protect our natural resources. By organizing events, educational programs, and volunteer activities, EarthSavers is fostering a global movement towards a greener and more sustainable future.

Volunteer Activities I Have Done:

As a volunteer with EarthSavers, I have had the privilege of participating in a range of activities that contribute to the program's mission. I have been involved in tree planting campaigns, where we have worked tirelessly to reforest areas affected by deforestation. Additionally, I have assisted in organizing community clean-up drives, removing litter and plastic waste from local parks and water bodies. These experiences have opened my eyes to the impact of small actions and the power of collective efforts in preserving our environment.

Activities I Plan to Do in the Next Few Days:

In the upcoming days, I am excited to engage in activities that will further my contribution to environmental conservation. I will be taking part in educational workshops, where I will share my knowledge about sustainable living practices with local communities. Additionally, I will be assisting in the creation of a community garden, promoting organic farming and showcasing the benefits of growing food locally. These activities will empower individuals to take ownership of their environment and inspire positive change.

Conclusion:

My voluntary internship with EarthSavers has been a transformative experience, connecting me deeply with the beauty and fragility of our natural world. Through my journey, I have witnessed the profound impact of individual actions and the collective strength of a passionate community. Together, we can create a sustainable future for generations to come. Stay tuned as I continue to explore, learn, and contribute to the noble cause of environmental conservation. Together, let's be the change our world needs.

TITLE: A PATHWAY TO CHANGE: MY VOLUNTARY INTERNSHIP IN ENVIRONMENTAL PRESERVATION

Introduction:

Welcome to my blog, where I share the incredible journey of my voluntary internship in an environmental preservation program. Join me as I delve into the experiences that have shaped my perspective, the positive impact we can make, and the exciting adventures that lie ahead.

The Journey to my Destination and Where I am Staying:

My journey to this environmental haven was a testament to the beauty of exploration. Venturing across diverse landscapes, I followed winding roads that led me to a remote sanctuary nestled amidst nature's embrace. Here, I find solace in a rustic cabin, surrounded by towering trees and the symphony of chirping birds. The tranquility of this place serves as a constant reminder of the importance of preserving our natural wonders.

The Weather:

The weather in this enchanting sanctuary is truly a blessing. Clear blue skies stretch endlessly above, with the warm sun casting its golden rays upon the landscape. Gentle breezes carry the scents of wildflowers and hint at the adventures that await. The occasional rainfall brings a refreshing coolness, nurturing the thriving ecosystem and amplifying the beauty of the surrounding flora and fauna.

The Name and Purpose of the Environmental Program:

The environmental program I am privileged to be a part of is called "Green Earth Initiative." Its purpose is to promote sustainable practices, raise awareness about environmental issues, and actively engage in conservation efforts. Green Earth Initiative aims to protect and restore the delicate balance of our ecosystems, working towards a future where humans and nature coexist harmoniously. By organizing workshops, community outreach programs, and hands-on initiatives, we strive to inspire positive change.

Volunteer Activities I Have Done:

As a dedicated volunteer with Green Earth Initiative, I have had the opportunity to partake in a range of activities that contribute to the program's mission. I have actively participated in beach cleanups, where we worked diligently to remove debris and raise awareness about the impact of plastic pollution on marine life. Additionally, I have assisted in reforestation projects, planting trees to combat deforestation and restore the natural habitats of countless species. These experiences have ignited a sense of purpose within me and reinforced the importance of individual actions in creating a sustainable future.

Activities I Plan to Do in the Next Few Days:

In the days ahead, I am eagerly looking forward to engaging in activities that will further my contribution to environmental preservation. I will be joining a team of researchers to conduct biodiversity surveys, documenting the rich tapestry of life within the sanctuary. Furthermore, I will be involved in organizing an educational seminar, where I will have the opportunity to share my knowledge and passion for sustainable living with the local community. These activities will empower individuals to make informed choices and become stewards of the environment.

Conclusion:

My voluntary internship with Green Earth Initiative has been a transformational journey of self-discovery and environmental consciousness. Through my experiences, I have come to realize the immense power we hold as individuals to shape the world around us. Together, let us strive for a future where the wonders of nature are preserved and cherished. Stay tuned for more updates as I continue to explore, learn, and contribute to the noble cause of environmental preservation. Together, we can pave the way for a greener and more sustainable world.

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FÍSICA

CÁLCULO INTEGRAL

CULTURA AMBIENTAL

Resumen

INTRODUCCION

Principalmente estamos hablando de todo que abarca La forma con la que como especie humana nos relacionamos con la Naturaleza nos ha conducido a una crisis ambiental. El “éxito humano” se ha basado en el establecimiento de una relación destructiva con la Naturaleza, que bien podría caracterizarse por el agotamiento, la depredación y la contaminación de esta. Si bien es cierto que los problemas ambientales se vincularon primeramente con las concentraciones urbanas, actualmente los espacios rurales también experimentan perturbaciones ambientales, lo que nos conduce a pensar que la crisis ambiental, aunque tuvo como denominación de origen lo urbano, actualmente constituye un fenómeno que se encuentra incrustado en la sociedad contemporánea; es decir, que tiene que ver con la manera en que la sociedad se organiza, se desenvuelve, produce, consume y desecha. En este marco, la problemática ambiental asociada a la generación y manejo de los residuos sólidos urbanos constituye un acercamiento oportuno para analizar al Estado en acción, para dar cuenta de la actividad gubernamental que se han emprendido para encarar una problemática global como la crisis ambiental y para reflexionar sobre el desempeño de dicha acción. A continuación, presentamos una caracterización de la problemática asociada a la generación y el manejo de los residuos sólidos urbanos en Tenancingo.

Planteamiento del problema.

la problemática del control de residuos en español. Es un problema de gran magnitud en todo el mundo, debido a que los residuos se acumulan rápidamente y no hay formas eficientes de tratarlos. Esto produce contaminación ambiental, desequilibrio ecológico y una serie de problemas de salud pública. El problema del control de residuos se agrava por el crecimiento demográfico, la urbanización y el uso de productos de consumo masivo. Se requieren medidas eficaces para reciclar y tratar los residuos, pero el desarrollo de estas medidas implica una gran inversión económica.

Justificación

Los residuos sólidos tienen impacto negativo en la salud y la calidad de vida de las personas. El control y la prevención de residuos sólidos contribuye a mejorar la salud y la calidad de vida.

Al analizar las consecuencias de implementar un programa de control y prevención de residuos sólidos, podemos considerar dos posibles escenarios:

Si se implementa un programa, se puede mejorar la calidad del ambiente y la salud de las personas.

Si no se implementa un programa, se puede deteriorar la calidad del ambiente y la salud de las personas.

Basándonos en los argumentos y consecuencias que hemos mencionado, la conclusión a la que podemos llegar es que el control y la prevención de residuos sólidos urbanos es un tema prioritario, ya que ayuda a mejorar la calidad de vida de las personas y el medio ambiente. podemos presentar para justificarla:

La reducción de la generación de residuos sólidos ayuda a reducir la contaminación ambiental, la emisión de gases de efecto invernadero y el agotamiento de los recursos. Además, esta medida aumenta la eficiencia de los sistemas derecolección, tratamiento y reutilización de residuos.

Las recomendaciones a implementar para controlar y prevenir los residuos sólidos urbanos son las siguientes:

1. Fomentar la separación de residuos en la fuente, para mejorar la calidad de la recolección.

2. Fomentar el uso de recursos reciclables para reducir la cantidad de residuos.

El control y la prevención de residuos sólidos implica mecanismos que tienen como objetivo reducir la cantidad y calidad de residuos sólidos. Algunos de estos mecanismos incluyen la promoción del reciclaje, la reducción de empaques y envases desechables, la educación pública y la recolección selectiva.

Evaluar el riesgo y la toxicidad de los residuos tóxicos.

Establecer normas y regulaciones para prevenir y controlar la exposición humana a estos residuos.

Desarrollar tecnologías de reducción, reciclaje y tratamiento de residuos tóxicos.

Educar y concientizar a la población sobre la importancia de manejar de forma adecuada los residuos tóxicos.

Desarrollar planes de emergencia para prevenir y atender posibles derrames de residuos tóxicos.

Promover la reducción y sustitución de productos y procesos que generen residuos tóxicos.

- Desarrollar programas de recolección y disposición adecuada de los

residuos sólidos.

- Fomentar la separación en la fuente de los residuos sólidos para promover el reciclaje.

- Fomentar la reducción de la generación de residuos sólidos.

- Fomentar la minimización de la generación de residuos sólidos peligrosos.

- Crear y mantener infraestructura adecuada para manejo y disposición de residuos sólidos.

- Establecer normas y regulaciones para promover la reducción y disposición adecuada de residuos sólidos.

Objetivos

El control y la prevención de residuos sólidos implica mecanismos que tienen como objetivo reducir la cantidad y calidad de residuos sólidos. Algunos de estos mecanismos incluyen la promoción del reciclaje, la reducción de empaques y envases desechables, la educación pública y la recolección selectiva.

Evaluar el riesgo y la toxicidad de los residuos tóxicos.

Establecer normas y regulaciones para prevenir y controlar la exposición humana a estos residuos.

Desarrollar tecnologías de reducción, reciclaje y tratamiento de residuos tóxicos.

Educar y concientizar a la población sobre la importancia de manejar de forma adecuada los residuos tóxicos.

Desarrollar planes de emergencia para prevenir y atender posibles derrames de residuos tóxicos.

Promover la reducción y sustitución de productos y procesos que generen residuos tóxicos.

- Desarrollar programas de recolección y disposición adecuada de los residuos sólidos.

-Fomentar la separación en la fuente de los residuos sólidos para promover el reciclaje.

Fomentar la reducción de la generación de residuos sólidos.

- Fomentar la minimización de la generación de residuos sólidos peligrosos.

- Crear y mantener infraestructura adecuada para manejo y disposición de residuos sólidos.

- Establecer normas y regulaciones para promover la reducción y disposición adecuada de residuos sólidos.

ARTES

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How Long Does Converse Shipping Take?

Introduction: When it comes to purchasing products online, shipping time is a crucial factor that influences customer satisfaction. Converse, a renowned footwear brand, offers online shopping services to its customers worldwide. In this article, we will delve into the topic of how long Converse shipping takes, exploring different factors that can affect delivery times and providing valuable insights for potential buyers.

I. Standard Shipping Duration: Converse provides standard shipping options for its customers. The shipping duration can vary depending on several factors, including the business casual converse destination, order processing time, and shipping carrier. On average, standard shipping can take anywhere between 3 to 7 business days within the United States. However, it's important to note that this timeframe is an estimate and can be subject to change.

II. Expedited Shipping: For customers who need their Converse products delivered more quickly, the brand offers expedited shipping options. Expedited shipping usually takes between 1 to 3 business days within the United States, depending on the customer's location and the chosen shipping method. This service comes with an additional cost, but it ensures faster delivery for those who require it.

III. International Shipping: Converse is an international brand, and it provides shipping services to customers around the globe. International shipping times can vary significantly depending on the destination country and the shipping method selected. Generally, international orders can take between 5 to 15 business days for delivery, but this timeframe can be affected by customs processes and any potential delays in the recipient country.

IV. Factors Influencing Shipping Time: Several factors can affect the shipping time of Converse products. These factors include:

a. Order Processing Time: Before shipping, Converse requires a certain amount of time to process orders. This involves tasks such as verifying payment, checking product availability, and packaging the items. Order processing time can vary, but it typically takes 1 to 2 business days.

b. Shipping Carrier: The shipping carrier chosen by Converse plays a significant role in determining shipping time. The efficiency and reliability of the carrier can impact the overall delivery process. Converse works with reputable carriers to ensure a smooth shipping experience for its customers.

c. Customs and Import Duties: For international orders, customs processes and import duties can contribute to delays in shipping. These processes involve inspections, documentation, and potential fees that need to be handled by the recipient. It is essential for customers to be aware of their country's customs regulations and factor in any potential delays or costs.

V. Tracking Orders: Converse provides tracking information for orders placed through their online store. Customers can track their packages using the provided tracking number, which allows them to stay updated on the progress of their shipment. Tracking information helps customers estimate when their Converse products will arrive, providing peace of mind throughout the shipping process.

Conclusion: When it comes to shipping duration, Converse strives to provide efficient and reliable services to its customers. Standard shipping within the United States typically takes between 3 to 7 business days, while expedited shipping offers faster delivery options. For international orders, shipping times can range from 5 to 15 business days. Understanding the factors that influence shipping time, such as order processing, shipping carriers, and customs processes, can help customers manage their expectations and plan accordingly. By offering tracking information, Converse ensures transparency and keeps customers informed about their shipments. Whether you're purchasing Converse sneakers or other products from the brand, having an understanding of shipping times allows for a smoother online shopping experience.

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What is SEO and Why Do We Need SEO for Our Website?

In today's digital age, having a website is no longer a luxury but a necessity for businesses of all sizes. However, having a website is not enough to succeed in the online world. A website must be optimized for search engines to attract the right kind of traffic and achieve its goals. This is where Search Engine Optimization (SEO) comes into play.

(SEO) Search Engine Optimization is a process by which you can get your website ranked higher in search engine results pages (SERPs). Optimizing a website will help increase traffic and make it more visible to customers. SEO involves optimizing various elements of a website, such as content, structure, and backlinks, to increase its visibility and ranking on search engine results pages (SERPs).

SEO is the practice of optimizing a website to rank higher in search engine results pages (SERPs) for relevant keywords and phrases. The ultimate goal of SEO is to drive more organic traffic to a website, improve its visibility, and ultimately increase its revenue. Here are some of the reasons why SEO is essential for websites:

Increased visibility: The primary goal of SEO is to increase a website's visibility in search engines. When a website appears higher in the SERPs, it is more likely to attract clicks from users. This, in turn, can lead to increased brand awareness, better customer engagement, and ultimately, more revenue.

2. More organic traffic: SEO helps websites attract more organic traffic without having to pay for advertising. Organic traffic refers to the visitors who arrive at a website by clicking on a link in the search engine results, rather than through paid advertising. This kind of traffic is often of higher quality since it is more likely to be relevant to the website's content and purpose.

3. Better user experience: SEO involves optimizing a website's structure, content, and design to improve the user experience. This includes things like making a website mobile-friendly, optimizing page load times, and ensuring that the site is easy to navigate. By improving the user experience, websites can increase the time users spend on their sites, reduce bounce rates, and ultimately improve their rankings in search engines.

4. Competitive advantage: SEO can give websites a competitive advantage over their competitors. By optimizing their website for search engines, businesses can attract more traffic, generate more leads, and ultimately close more sales. This can help them stay ahead of the competition and achieve their business goals.

5. Long-term benefits: Unlike other forms of digital marketing, such as paid advertising, SEO offers long-term benefits. Once a website is optimized for search engines, it can continue to attract organic traffic for months or even years to come. This means that businesses can achieve a sustainable source of traffic without having to invest heavily in ongoing advertising.

Conclusion:

I think the above information is enough to know you all about what is SEO and why we need SEO services for our website. If you want more information about this topic then contact Collegewebbuilders today!

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What Happens if you Have a Minor Car Accident?

When you’re driving, the last thing you want to worry about is an accident. But what happens if something goes wrong and you end up getting into a minor car accident? In this blog post, we’ll discuss the different legal ramifications that may follow from a minor car accident chiropractor. From claims for damages to filing a police report, read on to learn everything you need to know in order to navigate the aftermath of a minor car accident.

What to do if you have a minor car accident

If you have a minor car accident, there are some things you should do. First, call the police. Make sure to give them your name, address, and insurance information so that they can write up a report. Next, get the other driver's information. If they have a driver's license, take it with you. If not, find their name and contact information (phone number, address, etc.) and write it down. Finally, if you were injured in the accident, go to the hospital to get checked out.

What to expect after a minor car accident

Minor car accidents can often lead to minor injuries, but there are a few things that you should expect after the accident. If you have been in the accident and are not injured, it is important to call the police so that they can file a report. You may also want to take pictures of the scene of the accident and any damage that was done. If you are injured in a minor car accident, you will likely be taken to the hospital for treatment. Depending on your injuries, you may also be required to attend a driver safety class or receive medical attention.

What to do if you are injured in a minor car accident

If you are involved in a minor car accident, it is important to know what to do. Here are some tips: 1. Stay safe and keep your head - If you are injured in a car accident, stay as safe as possible. Be aware of your surroundings and avoid getting hit by other vehicles. Don't try to drive if you are injured. 2. Get help - If you are hurt in a car accident, don't try to take care of yourself. Get help right away from the scene of the accident. Contact your insurance company or the police department to report the collision. 3. Stay calm - If you are injured in a car accident, remember that it is very important to stay calm and collected. Remember that you may be feeling shock and fear, and it's important not to react impulsively or make any irrational decisions.

What are the consequences of a minor car accident?

There are a few basic consequences of having a minor car accident. If you are deemed at-fault, you may be required to pay for damages to the other party's vehicle or property. In addition, you may face fines and/or jail time. Finally, your driving record may be affected, which could lead to higher insurance premiums and reduced availability for insurance.

How can I reduce the chances of having a minor car accident?

It's important to remember that any car accident can result in injuries, and even minor ones can have serious consequences. If you're involved in a minor car accident, here are some things to keep in mind: 1. Drive defensively. If you're involved in a minor car accident, drive defensively. This means avoiding driving too fast, making sudden changes in direction, or going off the road. Try to stay calm and avoid arguing with other drivers. 2. Stay safe on the scene of the accident. If you're involved in a minor car accident, stay safe on the scene of the accident. Remember not to move your vehicle until police arrive. Don't try to fix anything yourself if you're injured – wait for help from emergency responders. 3. Report the accident as soon as possible. Report the accident as soon as possible so that law enforcement can investigate and take appropriate steps to prevent further accidents.

Conclusion

If you have been involved in a minor car accident, there are a few things you should do to make sure that you are as safe as possible. First and foremost, stay calm and don’t chase the other driver. Try to gather any information about the incident, such as their registration plate number or insurance policy number. If you can’t remember this information, try to take down the driver’s physical features—height, weight, hair color—so that you may be able to provide police with an accurate description of them later on. Finally, if you have any injuries, seek medical attention as soon as possible so that they can be treated and monitored.

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the endless flipflopping in the dracula team communication cycle but there's more like. consent and self-awareness about it at this point. mina decides 'you can't tell me stuff for YOUR safety, actually' and half the party has already started thinking this but has been hesitant to bring it up, and this time jonathan is extremely reluctant to leave her out, given that the one time in his life he did that it had horrible consequences. it would be tempting to argue that in a doylistic sense, mina is still punished for the wrong kind of agency (the correct answer is to stay out of it, and this time she doesn't fight it but arrives at it on her own) BUT i'm not arguing that anyway since just bc a conclusion is tempting doesn't mean it's fair. agency is still involved in her decision to keep herself out of the planning again, and the clear conclusion, at least to my reading, is 'if she had been looped in from the beginning, she would not have to forcefully loop herself out now.'

and there's also the nagging idea that her repeated balking from pursuing the count and taking him down before he does it to other people elsewhere isn't her, personally, shirking from their mission, but his influence preventing her from fighting the way she would otherwise want to. yesterday she was all for tracking down dracula and killing him, even if she wanted to do it with a bit of pity for the human he used to be. today, she waffles, although in her diary she seems ready to stay the course. and she and john and van helsing all worry that her being unable to say what she's thinking might eventually transform into her saying what she's not thinking, and having no control over the potentially dangerous things she communicates to the rest of the party. i think it starts here, with her suddenly uncharacteristic hesitation to track drac down

[revlisrekons]

The Forbidden Discussion: "what happens when your deity leaves you?"

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To all be on the same page, let's review some vocab: <3

Worshiping (a Deity): Worship is always invited and never frowned upon. It is essentially the idea of admiring a Deity and setting up a space for them. It is harmless and people do it all over the world with multiple Deities constantly. There is no end goal, except for becoming closer to that Deity.

Working with (a Deity): This can be considered taking Worship to the next level. This involves the “imitation” of a conversation between yourself and the Deity to which there is a mutual understanding of a mentor/mentee relationship. Typically, when one is working with a Deity, there is an end goal in mind that involves learning a new set of skills or the development of emotional growth.

To begin, I don't think a Deity will ever forcefully leave *you* because they aren't attached to *you.* Deities are powerful, limitless beings. They have other things to do. For starters, Deities, always, take time away. They are important beings with a lot to do, you can't expect them to just hang around your altar all day. There will be days, weeks, and months one could go without seeing their Deity, but that doesn't mean they've stopped working with you. In fact, most Deities will make an effort to get your attention before they stop working together so the practitioner is aware. If you feel like a Deity has left but you aren't sure, give it a while. I'd say, a good rule of thumb is three months. If you haven't interacted with your Deity in three months and you feel no guilt or any kind of feeling like you should be talking with your Deity, they have probably realized that this connection between the two of you isn't right for working together, and that's okay. Deities are allowed to say no. When Deities do severe that connection, it's because they've either realized that this working relationship isn't working, or that they've taught you all that they can for where you are in your life. The second one is probably more common than the first. In conclusion, Deities will break the mentor/mentee bond with you, but you are always allowed to worship them. They aren't going anywhere, really.

So, what does that look like? What does it feel like?

Allow me to use the very real and very raw departure of Lord Dionysus as an example of what to expect:

I had worked with Lord Dionysus since July 26th, 2021. He came into my life very suddenly but he was adamant about starting a relationship and working with me. Previously, I had only been working with Lady Freyja. She was my first Deity ever, so you can imagine my surprise when the next Deity who is coming into my life is Hellenic, let alone Lord Dionysus. He left me exactly a year later, with about as much notice as when he was arriving. I remember when I was working with only Lady Freyja, it took her months to fully come into my space and for me to feel comfortable as a spiritual hostess (think dinner party- not séance.) With Dionysus, he was very primal and instinctual and didn't let me ponder over the best offerings to give him. He was very clear that he was just going to be here for as long as I needed. This was just basic worship, but I could feel the desire to work with him bubbling beneath my skin.

When I finally wrote a prayer to him, directly asking him to work with me on specific things, he agreed to. There were about three, maybe four, categories of my life in which I wanted his aid. I'm not going to get too specific because I am a big believer in my spiritual privacy, but he agreed to help me with my desires in exchange for an altar space and devotional offerings.

He was very quick to subtly teach me the ways of Hellenic Paganism. He always made it a point to not accept my offering until he had done his side, like a true petition, even if I had never wrote one until after working with him. He taught me to stay cleanly for the Hellenic Gods, often accepting baths as a personal cleansing practice. In fact, as I was touching up on my Hellenic Paganism for my newly entering Deities, Lord Hades and Lady Persephone, I found that a lot of what I was worried about learning, Lord Dionysus had taught it to me one way or another.

The day that Lord Dionysus decided to communicate that our working relationship would be put on hold was a normal day. I started noticing signs that he was wanting me to talk with him, which these included my mind pointing out the wine, cheese, and grape stand at my local supermarket, the wine and grapes next to each other when I opened up the fridge later that day, and other, more mental signs. I decided that a good discussion between the two of us, and my spirit guides, couldn't hurt. It was, after all, only a Friday night. He probably wanted me to do a devotional act or some tarot and journaling.

When I in fact sat down to do some tarot and journaling, I found out he was leaving. The card that told me everything I needed to hear was the Page of Wands.

My question was: "I'm unsure I am ready to work with new Spirits. I'm open to the idea, I'm just not sure I'm ready." (Him and I had previously been discussing Deity work) and I pulled the Page of Wands.

Not once, but twice.

The tarot book that I have been reading for almost a year now (Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom, A Tarot Journey to Self-Awareness by Rachel Pollack) defined the upright Page of Wands to have qualities such as, "a particular announcement to the world, and to ourselves, that we are ready to begin either a 'project' (this can refer to a relationship as well as a practical plans) or a new phase of life." (169).

This completely blew my mind.

Over the next day, I began saying goodbye, which included cleansing Lord Dionysus' previous altar space and giving thanks to him by cleansing all of his offerings that weren't votives and rearranging my space. He kept his grape soap and his snacks, as well as his candle. Everything else, the playbooks, the crystals, the offering bowls, the tarot cards, where cleansed and replaced on either my altar or made to be Lord Hades'/Lady Persephone's. For example, Lord Dionysus' wine glass was one of his most precise offerings I ever gave him, and he decided that it should be Lady Persephone's chalice. (because they are homies like that, obviously.) There were no feelings of anger or sadness from him, only bittersweet energy.

This is Lord Dionysus' candle the day after his last day. I burnt it until the wick gave out. All of the devotional herbs I gave to him at the start of our relationship were charred at the bottom of his candle, with all of the wax evaporated completely. The halo of soot that descends upon the candle like a curtain serves as a reminder: our working relationship is over, but my story isn't.

I am very grateful for the experiences and life lessons that working with Lord Dionysus taught me. Working with him was definitely a challenge because there's not that many resources on how to work with him or what he likes, etc. There was a very big learning curve, but when it is all said and done I would definitely love to relive my year with Lord Dionysus.

If you are feeling called to work with him, I can't recommend it enough. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me all that you need.

Blessed Be <3

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Work Cited:

Pollack, Rachel. Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom, A Tarot Journey to Self-Awareness. Weiser Books, 1980. Accessed 17 October 2021.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

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Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

[fullofsunsetwhispers]

Do you think Jack still has that robot he made out of his mom's blender or whatever?

Haha, I wish but I don't think so.

Let's say, the way I see how that robo-blender incident turned out, can be compared to a 5-year-old making rather dangerous experiments. How would you react if you saw your child making a mess even tho you asked them not to? Probably you would be angry. How would you react if you found out your kid was tinkering with something that belonged to you and now you can't use it anymore? If you're considerate enough, you'll explain why that behavior was wrong but still, you would be either upset or angry.

So, let's put ourselves in Mrs. Spicer's shoes. You want to make dinner for your family, so you decide to use one of your favorite kitchen appliances - the blender. You approach it and turn it on when suddenly in mere seconds it grows metallic limbs, and several other parts, which aren't supposed to be there. If something similar happened to me I would be extremely scared so I assume Jack's mom almost went bonkers when the blender started rushing toward her.

I can even see that poor woman, not being aware the Blender-bot doesn't want any harm, would hide somewhere in their mansion. My other assumption, I think it's very typical imagery for comedic moments in cartoons, is that Mrs. Spicer couldn't even make it out of the kitchen so she just jumped on the table/ kitchen counter/anywhere the Blender couldn't reach her and stayed there until Jack's dad arrived to 'save her' lol.

Unless Jack gave the blender a knife - then Mrs. Spicer's fear would be justified.

As we know, Jack rebuilt the blender out of spite. His mom didn't agree to let him attend knife-throwing lessons. He wanted to punish her in some way for that, and tbh these first signs of malicious intent would concern every parent. The only reasonable thing that Jack's parents came up with is to order him to dismantle/destroy the robot. Or Mr. Dad was so angry he destroyed the blender himself and then yelled at Jack for such a dangerous prank. Oh, and I'm 150% sure Jack was grounded afterward.

But, as I said, these are my assumptions. And you have to agree Jack was completely at fault in that particular instance. Not only was it malicious but Mrs. Spicer seriously had the fright of her life. In addition, losing the blender was a certain cost for the family (yeah yeah they're rich so it didn't hurt their wallets at all but still. When your kid does something with expensive house gadgets you have to explain how important that thing is so it won't happen again).

On top of that, Mrs. Spicer had only the best interest regarding these extra activities for Jack and did what every reasonable mother should do. She said 'no' to knife-throwing lessons to prevent 1. Jack's possible future injuries 2. possible accidents at home, which would involve Jack throwing knives at furniture, paintings, and simply everything. With that in mind, Jack's outburst was kinda cruel. I'm sure he wasn't aware of the consequences and even if he were - he wouldn't even consider that his mom could be in danger because of the blender-bot. Deep down, Jack is an empathetic person. And that statement leads me to make the conclusion - Jack felt sorry for what his mom has gone through because of his prank. Well, he wasn't sorry for the rest, tho. In his opinion, she had to be punished for not listening to his needs (oh my this boy's moral compass is messed up, isn't it). But, y'know, keep in mind he was younger and couldn't understand Mrs. Spicer's decision for ice-skating lessons was for his own good.

To conclude - nope poor blender-bot ended up in the trash bin. At best, Jack kept one part/screw as a keepsake. If your infuriated parents tell you to throw something away you just have to do it in order to calm things down.

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“I’d do anything for you” with Miguel Galindo as a sequel to the You Get Shot Drabble. Need some fluff after the trauma in the first part 😭

Part One

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It had only been a few weeks since you’d taken a bullet for Miguel, and you were already feeling much better. You were still sore, especially around the wound, and you had to slow down considerably, but you were feeling just fine. In the spirit of transparency, Miguel had let you in on his retaliation for your pain (it involved a LOT of trips to his pew and apparently the untimely demise of a goldfish?), but his rampage was thankfully reaching a conclusion. Still, even with all the murder that he was ordering/committing for you, Miguel still made time to be with you.

“Baby,” you sighed, smiling as you took the food tray Miguel brought you, “I told you, I can do these things myself.”

“I know you can,” he reached over and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, “but I’m here, so you don’t have to.” He looked down at you from your place on the sofa, taking in your relaxed stance, “How are you feeling, mi amor?”

“Good,” you answered, “really good. I’m excited to start physical therapy tomorrow.”

“From 11 to 11:45,” he nodded, “I’ve already confirmed her arrival time.”

You laughed, “Sit with me.”

Miguel was more than happy to fulfill your request. Since you’ve been home, Miguel had taken to cuddling you whenever he could. It wasn’t like him; Miguel wasn’t huge on PDA, and he didn’t like any distractions when he worked, but then again, that was before you’d had a life-altering event happen. Now, he always wanted to be near you, touching you. He would work with you in his lap, or with your legs draped over him, anything to have you close. Now, he shifted you on the couch so he could hold you, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his expensive, personal cologne.

“You’re really going to do the session with me?” You asked, referring to your physical therapy.

“Of course,” he answered, “My plan is to learn as much as I can from the therapist so I can help you myself.”

“Miguel,” you smiled at your loving husband, “Baby, you don’t have to do all that.”

“It’s not a problem,” he answered easily, his chocolate eyes melting with love and devotion as he gazed down at you, “I’d do anything for you, mi amor. Anything.”

You leaned over and kissed him, his mouth warm and soft against yours. Miguel had been especially gentle with you since the shooting, and tonight was no exception. He held you carefully, his touch tender and reverent, kissing you gently as you melted in his embrace. The two of you were having a lot more days like this recently, slow and loving days, days where Miguel would walk away from his desk early just to have time to sit with you. You knew he had been scared out of his mind when you got hurt, and you had taken notice of how deliberate he was being with his time now; he still had to work, of course, but Miguel was considerably more aware of how much time had passed without him touching you, and he didn’t like for it to be over three hours, if he could help it. He had almost lost you, and he didn’t want to lose a single second with you.

“I love you, Miguel,” you sighed against his lips.

“I love you too,” he said back, his warm hand on your cheek, his wedding ring cool on your skin.

This was where you were both meant to be, safe, at home—and together. And Miguel, you knew, was doing everything within his considerable power to make sure things would stay that way. You also knew that, after the massacre that he’d started in your honor, the chances of anyone attacking either of you ever again was slim to none.

You were where you were meant to be.

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Roommates – Part Ten

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,600

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

It was still rainy and stormy outside, but you didn’t care. You needed the fresh air on your face more than anything else right now as you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You walked besides the shore until, eventually, you found a sheltered area besides one of the old seaside castles where you sat down to think.

There was certainly a lot of thinking to be done and, eventually, you reached the conclusion that, what you should do now, is support your friend just as he had supported you following your breakup with James. Your friendship lasted for 12 years so far and now wasn’t the time to end it, nor was there any reason to do so.

But where did it leave you and the fact that you did what you swore to yourself you would never do. You had been intimate with Cillian and that, in your mind, was wrong now that you knew what you knew about Laura.

But why was it wrong, you then went to ponder on? What made it wrong, you wondered? Cillian and Laura were no longer together and, as far as you knew, Cillian never mislead her into thinking that he wanted a serious relationship with her. You knew it was a common theme and argument between them and, at least from his point of view, there were no feelings involved. So why shouldn’t you be with him now?

Of course, you realised fairly quickly that the reason that you should stay away from Cillian was Laura. She is your friend too and she is still hurt and wants him back, no matter how futile her desires and attempts to be with him might be. But does this mean you should deny yourself? After all, it’s been 12 years which it took you to get this far. It’s not that you had ever contemplated to sleep with Cillian, but you certainly were drawn to him now and, therefore, would you be a bad friend if you continued to be intimate with him?

Eventually, you reached the conclusion that the answer to your question was probably yes. Both, you and Cillian, found yourselves in a moral dilemma and, whilst you both slipped once and let your desires for each other get the better of you, it couldn’t happen again. That, of course, was unless the moral compass of the situation changed which made you wonder how it got so far in the first place.

***

When you arrived back home, you saw Cillian in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee and, whilst he acknowledged you, he was silent and waited for you to ask what you wanted to ask.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that Laura is pregnant?’ you eventually blurted out, causing Cillian to sigh heavily.

‘Because I promised her that I would not tell anyone until she had her first scan’ Cillian explained almost frustrated.

‘She hasn’t had a scan yet? Cillian, uhm, this is a lot to take in’ you observed and he nodded.

‘Not as far as I know’ Cillian then huffed out, causing you to walk over towards him and grab hold of both of his shoulders.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t care what happened between you and I know said I would stay out of it, but she does need your support with this. You can’t just ignore the fact that you have a child on the way with her’ you said rather harshly, causing Cillian to break down in emotions.

‘What do you think I’ve been doing Y/N, eh?’ Cillian huffed out before one curse after another left his mouth.

‘She doesn’t fucking let me. I want to be part of the pregnancy and support her, not just financially but also emotionally. I want to be a father to this child but she just cuts me out. According to her, unless I get back together with her, I won’t be having any partake in this’ Cillian explained with a heavy heart as his eyes began to tear up.

‘Oh my god Cillian, I am sorry, I didn’t know’ you said surprised by Laura’s action before comforting him.

‘It’s alright. I didn’t tell you because I knew you wanted to stay out of it. I didn’t want to put you into this difficult position you are now in and I also knew that you had your own shit to deal with’ Cillian said, referring to your breakup with James.

‘Have you at least been able to communicate with her doctor? Or her? Anything at all?’ you then asked and Cillian shook his head.

‘No, nothing. I’ve been talking to her but she isn’t telling me much. She changes the topic and then goes on about all this shit that happened between us instead. I don’t even know how far along she is. I tried to get her in with a good obstetrician at Rotunda Hospital, but she hasn’t even made contact with the doctor nor is she registered at the maternity ward. I don’t fucking know what else to do and when I spoke to my lawyer about it, he told me that I can’t do anything until the child is born’ Cillian explained almost shattered.

‘Jesus Cillian…oh my god’ you said before asking him whether he knew about the pregnancy when he broke up with her and, as you had expected, he confirmed that he didn’t. But, little did you know that you just then and there opened up another can of worms.

‘She planned this Y/N, which makes it even more fucked up than it already is’ Cillian chuckled, unsure whether he should laugh or cry about the entire situation.

‘What do you mean she planned this?’ you asked curiously.

‘She had her implant removed without telling me, which is the real reason I ended it. I know she is your friend, but she’s fucking insane’ Cillian huffed out.

You were unsure what to make of Cillian’s comment and asked him to elaborate which is when he finally told you everything that you never wanted to know about their breakup.

According to Cillian, after the night him and Laura shared with Lindsay, which was something Laura organised, Laura became rather jealous and possessive.

Whilst there was no truth to it, Laura believed that Cillian was seeing Lindsay behind her back and that Lindsay was the reason he wouldn’t commit to her. The truth was that, according to Cillian, he never intended to commit to Laura because he simply didn’t think that this was what he wanted. At the time, his divorce with Danielle was going through settlement proceedings and committing to Laura was something that couldn’t do.

You recalled the arguments in the past and Laura pressuring Cillian to make a commitment which he outright told her he wasn’t willing to make.

‘Things had gone too far and she contacted my mother, introducing herself to her. She texted my sister and brother continuously, asking for my whereabouts when I was visiting Cork. She went through my phone checking for messages from other women. Things like that. It became relentless and she knew I was close to ending it. Little did I know that she had a plan in mind to make me stick around’ Cillian chuckled.

‘So, what made you think that she went off birth control behind your back? Did she actually admit to it?’ you then asked, causing Cillian to nod.

‘The bruise on her arm and the fact that the bulge from it under her skin was gone, gave it away. First, I didn’t think anything of it but when she did all this crazy stuff, I asked her about it and she admitted that she had, in fact, removed it. She wanted to make me stay by falling pregnant. How fucked up is that?’ Cillian then huffed out and you were shocked.

You didn’t expect that your friend Laura would ever do such a thing, going behind Cillian’s back to fall pregnant and make him commit.

Of course, after he’s been your friend for 12 years you believed him and he was quite obviously emotionally shattered by the situation.

‘So, when did you find out that she was pregnant?’ you wondered.

‘Two weeks later she texted me’ Cillian huffed out before continuing on. ‘She also texted Lindsay who then contacted me. After Laura had harassed her for weeks, she was obviously quite aware of the situation’ Cillian explained.

‘So, you decided to fuck her again? Not a smart move Murphy’ you laughed, causing Cillian to laugh as well.

‘Yeah, I think that was a mistake but I was in a pretty fucked up place at the time and Lindsay just stuck around and listened. I couldn’t really tell anyone else. Firstly, it’s fucking embarrassing and I still don’t know how I am going to explain this to any of my family. Secondly, I promised Laura and, despite of what happened between us, you know why I kept this promise right?’ Cillian said.

‘Yes, I do’ you responded, remembering the suffering Cillian’s ex-wife Danielle had to endure throughout 12 unsuccessful cycles of IVF and miscarriages, being the reason that her and Cillian never had any children together even after having been married for ten years.

With that in mind, you felt awful for your friend. You knew how much he wanted to have children for so many years and you realised that, despite his problems with Laura, he would probably be quite excited going through the pregnancy with her and be a father to his child if she would let him. He wanted to be involved and he wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t want to be with her.

‘Listen, I will talk to Laura, alright? I will try and convince her to let you be involved without forcing you to commit to her’ you suggested, holding onto Cillian’s hands.

‘You said that you won’t get involved in anything between Laura and me and I promised you to keep you out of it’ Cillian then said.

‘I know, but you’ve been my friend for 12 years and, after all the shit we have been through together, we will get through this too, right?’ you said with a warm smile.

‘Thank you. You are amazing you know that?’ Cillian said, finally smiling again.

‘I know’ you winked. ‘Despite, that’s just what friends do right? They help each other out’ you said with a warm smile before, without giving it another thought, giving Cillian a kiss.  

Surprised, he gave into the kiss which was gentle and warm.

‘Is that what friends do too?’ he then chuckled when your lips drifted apart.

‘Only under the added benefit scheme introduced into solid friendships as part of this lockdown relief package’ you smirked before pressing your lips back onto his.

Your reservations had gone completely after talking to Cillian about what happened and, whilst you knew you that you were betraying your friend Laura, you found it difficult to sympathise with her at this very moment.

‘So, is this what you want then, despite everything that has happened?’ Cillian asked after you each caught a breath.

‘Yes, I think so. We both have needs and we trust each other, it just makes sense, right?’ you said in order to justify your decision and Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Makes total sense’ Cillian laughed before continuing on. ‘I learned from my mistakes Y/N and I was very careful with Lindsay, but not so careful with you last night because, apart from my family, you are probably the person I trust the most in this world. You are most defiantly on the pill though, right?’ Cillian asked somewhat concerned.

‘Oh please, Cillian. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want to use you as a breeding bull’ you laughed, causing him to raise one of his eyebrows. ‘Yes, I am on the pill and never forgot a single one in over ten bloody years’ you then reassured him and, without any sort of warning, he crashed his lips back onto yours.

Your tongues met as he tangled one hand in the back of your hair, kissing you furiously.

‘I felt as though you held back last night’ you huffed out as your lips drifted apart. ‘Don’t hold back! Just fuck me!’ you then said, pulling him close again after he pulled his own t-shirt over his head while you removed yours.

‘I was just testing the waters Y/N’ he smirked before he pulled down your jeans eagerly while, at the same time, your hands went to his jeans and blessedly released his throbbing cock.

‘And I am not sure if I want you to see this side of me yet’ he then smirked, causing you to raise your eyebrows in return.

‘And what side is that Cillian?’ you giggled before whispering into his ear ‘show me your real kinky and filthy side.’

‘Soon, very soon’ Cillian then said before he kissed you again, hard and fast before both of you lost your jeans completely somewhere on the kitchen floor and Cillian lifted you up to sit on the kitchen table. He was much more forceful this time around and you quite enjoyed it.

Within one swift move, he unclasped your bra and thew it to the side before his hands rested on your breasts. You gasped as he shuffled down sufficiently to kiss each of them and close his mouth around a rigid pierced nipple. He pulled on it with his teeth and bit onto slightly, making you cry out.

At the same time, Cillian’s moved to in between your legs which were spread apart by his thighs as he was standing in front of you.

‘Fucking hell Y/N. What have you been thinking about, huh? You are fucking soaking’ he groaned as he observed that you were extremely wet already.

‘About you fucking me of course’ you giggled as Cillian brought his soaking wet fingers to your mouth.

‘Show me how fucking good you taste’ he instructed, making you taste yourself and you, of course, complied with his request and licked his fingers clean. But, when he watched you do this and felt your tongue piercing press against his fingers, he couldn't take it anymore.

‘Spread your legs wider’ he instructed as he pulled his hand away from your mouth and took hold of his rigid member, aiming it towards the dripping nirvana in front of him.

He knew he was rushing things, and as much as he wanted to take you, he couldn't if you weren’t ready. Your intense gaze held a mixture of the smirk and the desire.

‘Cillian, please shove your cock inside me already’ you then whined and, without a word, he plunged into you.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, you are so tight’ Cillian groaned while his eyes screwed shut as soon as your tight pussy had engulfed him, and he couldn't tell your groans apart from his own.

Good god, he felt amazing, so fucking amazing you couldn't move, completely paralysed with pleasure.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned eventually as he hovered over you, propped up against the table, his cock buried in your pussy and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You could vaguely hear voices from the TV in the other room over the sound of your shuttering breath, but it had no more meaning than anything else in the world that wasn't currently inside of you. And that was Cillian.

‘Who would have thought that we would ever fuck, eh’ Cillian observed as he thrusted in and out of you, slow at first and then with increased speed and force, Cillian began to slightly pinch your nipples. That broke your paralysis and you wiggled and moaned in pleasure, making him fuck you harder and deeper. Cillian’s mouth eventually found your neck and ear as he began to pivot in and out of you, relishing just how tight and wet you were.

‘Crazy I know…but also so damn good’ you moaned his name and he picked up his pace again. You swore under your breath and Cillian slid a hand in between your legs to rub your clit and play with your clitoral piercing the way he had watched you do it before.

‘Fuck, that’s it, Cillian’ you moaned and then, you came, whimpering and shuddering, as Cillian watched the ecstasy pass through the delicate features of your face. He continued stroking you gently as you rode out your climax and only stopped when you gripped his wrist with your hand.

‘Too sensitive’ you huffed out, causing Cillian to smirk and, only when you pressed your hands against Cillian’s chest, he reluctantly pulled out of you.

But he wasn’t done with you yet and, before you knew it, he pulled you off the table and spun you around.

Willingly, you leaned forward, your face pressing against the hard wood of the kitchen table while you spread your legs widely, allowing him better access to your wet mound.  

It didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance and, as the lips of your wet pussy parted to receive the head of his cock, he could hear you moan over the drumming rain outside. You immediately pushed back against him, forcing him inside of you a little deeper.

‘That’s it, push back against my cock’ Cillian instructed as he loved seeing your figure arched with pleasure before him and his cock buried inside you. What on earth was he missing out on for twelve years, he wondered?

The first loud rumbles of the thunder outside drowned out the first fleshy slaps of his thighs against your ass as he started to pump himself in and out of the wet grip of your pussy. The feeling of pleasure on his cock was so exquisite that for a moment he could not contain the urge to pound you harder.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian fuck me’ you moaned as he thrust deeper and faster into you, enjoying the feel of you hungrily pressing against him.

‘You like being taken like this don’t you? Pinned down and fucked hard?’ Cillian groaned as your moans had become loud enough now to be heard over the storm raging outside.

‘Yes, oh god yes, Cillian, please don’t stop’ you screamed out as you could feel another orgasm building as he pumped away.

By this point, Cillian’s cock was also screaming for release and you crying out beneath him didn’t help his urge to cum.

‘Harder’ you cried out and Cillian began to piston into you with rapid sharp strokes. You dug your nails into the table to brace against the pounding as Cillian drilled you as hard as he could.

Just as he continued to thrust in and out of you, he reached one of his hands between your legs to massage your clit again. The hard slap of his body against your tight ass was loud and he felt the sweat prickling on his body. The scent of your sex was filling the kitchen and, before long, your moans turned to gasps and little sharp cries of pleasure and Cillian felt your body shudder against his as you came.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes fuck, yes’ you shouted out as your second orgasm washed over you and you indulged in the pleasure he gave you by calling out his name.

‘Jesus Y/N, fuck’ Cillian groaned as his balls tingled with his own building climax. Cillian pulled you back into him by the hips and thrust as deeply into your pussy as he could as the first waves of his orgasm broke.

The eruption was intense. The spasms of pleasure were joined with the satisfying feeling of spurts of his semen flooding deep into your body. He kept pumping, though now slowly, even after the pulsing in his crotch subsided.

You sighed your contentment. The feel of your pussy milking the last drops from his now hyper-sensitive cock was delightful torture and Cillian groaned almost in agony.

You giggled and lifted your body up and, as you did so, Cillian’s cock slipped free of the embrace of your pussy.

‘So fucking sexy, leaking all my cum from your pussy’ Cillian then observed as he ran one of his fingers through your mound again, collecting some of his semen before guiding it up to your mouth.

‘Hmm, I like the way you taste. Took me only 12 years to find out’ you grinned as you suggestively licked his cum from his fingers.

‘I didn’t ever think that this would actually happen, seeing my cock inside you’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Tell me about it’ you said before giving Cillian a quick kiss. ‘By the way, nice dirty talk, I like it’ you then smirked, being rather surprised by your friend’s dirty vocabulary.

‘You’ve heard nothing yet’ Cillian said as he was getting dressed again.

‘Coffee?’ you then asked before walking over towards the coffee machine completely naked, wiggling your butt on full display.

‘Uhm sure, thanks’ Cillian laughed before putting his briefs back on and sitting down at the table while he watched you still somewhat in disbelieve.

***

After you got on with your chores and tasks for the day, you decided to finally call Laura to have this difficult conversation with her.

But, she didn’t pick up any of your calls and, instead, sent you a text message.

‘Can’t talk right now’ was all it said.

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She touched his face, fingertips light along his temple, nails delicately scraping through the short beard on his cheeks, lingering on the cleft in his chin before resting on his mouth.

“I thought…” she began, but then choked on a soft sob as the tears began to run down her cheeks.

“I thought you would be angry,” he said instead, nuzzling his cheek against her hand and then kissing the palm.

“I am furious,” she assured him, tenderly. “I am incandescent with rage.” Her lips were against his, her breath uneven in his mouth.

Directly following the Deception arc (Clone Wars Season 4 episodes 15-18), Obi-Wan asks for Satine's forgiveness for letting her believe he was dead.

Just over 2000 words, M in AO3-style rating, probably part of a longer work if I can ever finish it and think of a title.

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Obi-Wan had not protested very much when Padme offered him the use of her family’s lakeside retreat in the aftermath of the attempted abduction of the Chancellor on Naboo. He had, however, expected a slightly more modest structure than the sprawling villa he’d found upon his arrival. Despite the droids on staff, the place seemed empty, hollow, as though it still echoed with the voices and laughter of a happy family. So fresh from his undercover work, he wasn’t sure isolation was the best remedy for his rumpled spirits after the ordeal, but arrangements had been made, and he supposed he could make the best of it for a few days.

In some ways, he was eager to leave Naboo. The memory of Qui-Gon’s death still cut like a keen-edged blade here. But perhaps that meant he should stay, to meditate on his old grief.

Painful as that prospect was, at least it sounded more surmountable than returning to a Temple that had been mourning him.

He’d have to, eventually. Anakin’s (justified) expression of betrayal and Ahsoka’s wounded demeanor still stung, and he didn’t look forward to repeating these painful scenes with other dear friends, with Luminara, or with Quinlan. But until the GAR red tape was untangled (at least a few days), he was still officially dead, and granted all the freedom of a wandering ghost.

He felt a little like the ghost of his old self after a quick swim as he climbed out of the lake onto the patio by the house. He sat heavily on the flagstones, still warm from the sun even as the stars were coming out. The constellations of Naboo seemed startlingly familiar considering the few times he’d seen them. The span of nearly 15 years felt short tonight. Perhaps it was the mere stubble of hair on his skull, shorter even than a padawan’s. Perhaps it was the ache of his old Master’s absence. He tried to ground himself in the present; as he toweled off his wet limbs, the ugly burn scars from his duel with Count Dooku shone pale in the moonlight, and his face still hurt from the dreadful biotech that had transformed him into the Mandalorian marksman.

It was always Mandalorians, wasn’t it? Proof that the Force possessed a sense of dramatic irony that the brethren of the woman to whom he’d lost his heart seemed to continually haunt him.

The guilt of it weighed like a stone on his chest. The mission had dragged on far too long for Satine not to have heard news of his apparent death. He had hoped it might all be resolved before… Well, it had been an unlikely hope, anyway. Padme almost certainly told her immediately.

There hadn’t been anything for it. To ask for permission to tell Satine the truth before the charade would’ve been tantamount to confessing his feelings for her. Had there only been the censure of the Council involved it might’ve been one thing, but any careless word to the Chancellor’s staff could’ve proven disastrous for Satine and the gossamer-fine line she walked to keep peace and authority on Mandalore. He’d been keeping her safe even as he wounded her.

Just like the old days, pulling her out of harm's way, or shielding her with his body.

Only this wasn’t an accidentally scraped knee or bruised arm. Perhaps it was vain of him to assume, but he knew how deeply she cared for him, how intense her feelings ran…

He’d tried composing a message to her so many times. Even still in the guise of Rako Hardeen, when he caught a moment’s rest, he’d gone over it in his mind, lulling himself into an uneasy sleep as he tried to find the words to ask her forgiveness.

In the end, a forthright Forgive me, was the best he could muster, hastily sent to her private channel as soon as he’d gotten access to a comm unit at the conclusion of the charade. If you’ll listen, I’ll try to explain, but nothing will excuse what I’ve put you through. Know that I am so very sorry.

She hadn’t replied. He checked the comm unit again as he pulled his undertunic over his head, the rough linen soaking up the last of the lake water on his back, seeing only his own message, stark and insufficient.

He didn’t blame her, truly.

He’d slept since sending it, through the afternoon, reveling a little in the luxury of resting when he felt tired, regardless of the local daytime cycles. And he dreamed in disjointed flashes, mostly of her… her grief, her melancholy, her ire… of the glint of tears on her dark gold eyelashes, the quaver of anger in her beloved voice.

He wasn’t sure if he ought to just sleep again, now that night was here. Weary as he was, he felt he could sleep for days.

He heard the door from the house to the patio open. He didn’t look immediately, as it seemed likely to be one of Padme’s droid caretakers, there to ask if he required food or clean linens. But there was no whirring of servos, and the footsteps on the flagstones sounded too soft. He caught a whiff of an achingly familiar floral scent just as he turned.

She must’ve been too much in his thoughts already, his mind too clouded with guilt and regret and weariness to clearly sense her presence.

But Satine stood, silhouetted by the dim illumination of the house, resplendent in the scarlet gown she’d worn the night they’d met in secret on Coruscant, though her hair was loose about her shoulders, pale and shimmering in the moonlight. For a moment she was utterly still, then she merely raised a hand to her mouth, stifling a soft gasp.

He scrambled to his feet, keenly aware that this was not the state in which he wished to appear before his lady. His trousers were still sopping, his undertunic open to the navel, and his hair had barely grown in longer than the stubble on his jaw. But her eyes were only on his, and shining with tears. She took a few steps towards him, then swayed a little. He lunged to catch her around the waist; the last thing she needed on top of all the rest of the suffering he’d caused her was bruised knees. She twined her arms around his neck, and his knees gave a slow surrender too, such that the pair of them sank to the flagstones, wrapped in each other’s arms.

She touched his face, fingertips light along his temple, nails delicately scraping through the short beard on his cheeks, lingering on the cleft in his chin before resting on his mouth.

“I thought…” she began, but then choked on a soft sob as the tears began to run down her cheeks.

“I thought you would be angry,” he said instead, nuzzling his cheek against her hand and then kissing the palm.

“I am furious,” she assured him, tenderly. “I am incandescent with rage.” Her lips were against his, her breath uneven in his mouth.

He tasted it in her kiss, a fleeting note of bitterness and sorrow amid the heady sweetness of her relief and joy, the fire of her desire.

“I am so very sorry,” he repeated, abject.

“Oh, I hope so,” she replied, breathless.

As usual, Satine had the last word, as neither of them could speak for some time after that.

. . . . . . . . . .

She lay on her side, half propped up on her elbow, her head against the pillow and her hair spread across it in a tangle of pale spun gold. The bedclothes were pooled around her waist, and he deeply felt the intimacy and vulnerability they shared in that moment. He thought this image of her would be vivid in his mind for the rest of his days, however long that might be: the pale morning light on her bare skin, her flushed cheeks, the glint of unshed tears in her eyes, the soft swell of her breasts with her sharp, uneven breaths as she tried not to cry again.

Finished with his abridged account of the awful ordeal, he reached out to run the backs of his fingers along her arm.

“Say something,” he begged.

She sat up a little more, her hair falling across her face as she wrapped her arms around herself and turned away from him.

“It might be… easier to accept, if you’d done it for the sake of someone … worthy of all this pain. To protect Anakin or Ahsoka or Padme or…”

“Satine, I can’t decline a mission to protect the Chancellor simply because I dislike the man.”

“It isn’t a matter of dislike. There’s something… so… wicked about him. Manipulative and scheming. Don’t say it’s because he tried to put troops on Mandalore, and don’t you dare say it’s because he’s a politician.” She turned back to him, her gaze challenging.

“No,” he agreed prudently. “I won’t say that. I don’t disagree with you. He’s been a mentor to Anakin and to Padme for as long as I’ve known him, but I can’t help thinking it’s always been somehow for his own benefit. He steered Padme to get himself elected in the first place, and his grip on the office has been white-knuckled since. I can’t very well blame him for the war, but despite his lipservice towards peaceful resolution, the GAR keeps swelling its ranks.”

“I’ll blame him. Unfortunately, there’s no evidence to confirm it aside from my gut feeling.”

He placed a hand on her waist, his thumb tracing around her navel. “I’ve learned to trust your gut feelings. But dislike him, distrust him or not, my duty is to the Republic.”

He started to pull his arm back, but she gripped it by the elbow. He slid his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer.

“What of your duty to me?” Her voice was quiet, but not without a note of beskar.

“Is it duty?” he asked. “I thought it was love.”

“Perhaps it’s very Mandalorian of me,” she said, “that we hold our most sacred duties to be to those we love.”

“Satine, I cannot put my devotion to you above the will of the Council or the good of the Republic. Not while I serve the Jedi Order.”

He almost expected her to pull away in anger or distress, but she shifted closer, pressing her face against his shoulder. “I know that. I’ve always known that. But it hasn’t hurt like this before.”

“Not since I left?” he suggested, burying his face in her hair and holding her tightly.

“No. Not even then. It wasn’t losing you, it was letting you go. This was… like I had died too.”

The guilt of it made his stomach turn. “I am so sorry, Satine. If there had been time to find another way… to spare you this…”

“The worst of it is that you knew how it would hurt me,” she accused. “And you still did it.”

“I knew,” he confirmed, regretful. “The Chancellor insisted on knowing everyone who was privy to the plan, and I had no time to even find the opportunity to disobey. I thought… the risk of revealing that you should be told…”

She let out a breath, hot against his skin.

“I think I’d have much rather run that risk than think you were dead.”

“If I’d had time to think it through, perhaps I’d have decided differently. But everything was snap decisions, and my instinct was to protect you.”

“And I can’t even be angry at you for that.”

“Of course you can be angry,” he soothed.

“Oh, what good does it do?” she demanded, lifting her head, fair brow furrowed. “Just wasting time quarreling when we have so little time together anyway.”

“Then you forgive me?” he asked humbly, kissing her forehead.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, stroking his cheek. “I know that I still want you, though.”

“Then I am yours,” he promised, kissing her fingertips.

“At least it’s not an offense that’s very likely to be repeated,” she reflected, shaking her head a little.

“Not very,” he agreed.

“I feel like I ought to extract some promise… some penance. But I expect you’ve punished yourself enough.”

He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “The thing itself was terrible too. Not that I’m suggesting that what I went through can compare to-”

“Hush, darling,” she scolded. “It can be terrible on its own.”

“Sometimes I thought my death might end up not being a lie after all,” he said softly.

“Do you want to tell me?” she asked, her fingertips light across his brow.

He shook his head. No, he didn’t want to see how it would pain her, to think of him in danger, forced to behave as an utter villain. “Not now. Not more than I already have.”

She kissed him then, deep and ardent. “Then forget, for a while,” she said, breathless, her lips still brushing his. “Let me forget again. Make me forget.”

She hitched her leg around him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he shifted onto her, into the blissful oblivion where she was the center of the universe and the Force sang in resonance with their love.