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siriuslysatorusimping · 2 years ago

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Another Level Author Discussion: Hollow Echoes

I absolutely LOVE that so many of you have so many thoughts about the most recent addition to Another Level! This part was incredibly challenging for me to write and I'm so very proud of how it came out and how the emotions came across.

I decided to post this because I was going to end up writing full-length books in the comments replying, and I thought this might be better lol For those who haven't read it yet, I'm putting the discussion below the cut so you can avoid spoilers!

If you haven't already and want to know more, you can find Another Level on AO3 :)

In all honesty, I struggled to write this part a lot because I already had the outcome planned. I knew from the start that this would be their first big fight and it would test them, but that they would come out stronger. I also knew that I wanted to keep Gojo as close to our real Gojo as possible, meaning that he's likely not going to apologize for hurting her. In his mind, he was justified in being upset, so whatever he did or said was justified as well.

You will see some of this in the upcoming chapter for Hollow Echoes.

Something I want to convey in this story as a whole is that people are messy. Humans are filled with lots of emotions, and pain is one of the hardest to work with because people in pain are typically unpredictable.

Gojo is human. And he is far from perfect. While he shouldn't have lashed out the way he did, it's very human of him to direct that anger at the first person he comes in contact with. It's actually why he had isolated himself in the first place because he knows he's not okay enough to be around people when he's like that even if he doesn't know how to say that. He doesn't want to risk ruining the persona he's built of being carefree and nonchalant by taking his anger out on others, so he shuts himself away for a few days to get a handle on his emotions and then slides his mask back in place. She caught him while he was still trying to find that mask again and it threw him off a lot. Hence his lashing out.

He's also furious with Nanami. More than he's upset with Rinko, actually. Because Nanami overstepped quite a bit here. Well-intentioned, but he ignored the fact that Gojo clearly wanted to be left alone.

We're going to see that Nanami struggles with letting people handle things alone, he is a fixer. It's a trait that's pretty common in a lot of people even if they don't mean for it to be harmful: Your not being okay is making me not okay or is disrupting my life, so I need you to be okay again so I can be okay too. While many times it's because they care about that person, it rarely has good results, and this is a prime example of that.

Gojo missing jobs is disrupting Nanami's life because he's having to pick up some of the slack, and Yaga is getting angry as well. So, he does what he thinks will fix it: have Rinko talk to him. Because Gojo acts differently with her and is softer with her, Nanami thought that she would show up and things would just fix themselves. He's going to keep thinking that without meaning to.

So, while Rinko and Nanami both meant well, they blatantly disrespected Gojo's wish to be left alone.

Should he have communicated that he wanted to be left alone explicitly? Maybe. But they both should have realized that if he wasn't answering, that was him communicating his desire. Rinko did realize this, but she ignored that instinct in favor of listening to people who had known Gojo longer.

Nanami asking Rinko to cross a boundary by invading Gojo's space without permission - and her doing so - hurt Gojo quite a bit. Because it's what everyone else does and he didn't expect her to be like that. It's why she had a key to his place when literally no one else did. Because he thought he could trust her to not do exactly what she ended up doing.

I also made the purposeful choice to have her not mention in her messages that she was coming over. None of her messages even implied such, so he was truly blindsided by her showing up and entering without his permission.

Honestly, I have been on both ends of similar situations and it's really hard, so I'm happy with how this turned out because it starts to convey that complexity just a bit.

So, while being upset with him is completely understandable - and Rinko will be because she's also human and has emotions and is valid in them - his reaction makes sense from a purely human perspective. She also already knows that what she did was wrong, how she went about trying to check on him, and she'll acknowledge it. She knows he's human. Probably better than anyone else in his life at this point, and she understands what it's like to say and do things just because she's hurting.

He is going to admit to her that it's one of the things he likes most about her, appreciates about her. Because she sees a human with too much being asked of him when she looks at him instead of an untouchable god, like so many others do. He's going to tell her such, too.

Because if you'll remember, at this point, there are two people who have worn him down enough to land a hit on him: Toji Fushiguro and Rinko Kurisaki. And they did it days apart from each other, for completely different reasons. Gojo was escorting Riko Amanai less than a week after meeting Rinko.

This was intentional. And it's a trait that irritates him while drawing him to her more. Her comment to Shoko about him being so different with her because of their first encounter? Not far off. She and Toji are cousins. First cousins. His father and her father were brothers. So, bastard or not, their blood relation is more direct than she ever talks about or wants to admit because it's the same amount of blood they'd have shared were she a legitimate child. And the fact that Toji was actually her first introduction to the Jujutsu world as a kid doesn't help with that.

Rinko has viewed herself as weak for multiple reasons and it's made her rely more on her brain than her cursed energy. After training a bit with Gojo, she's relying on both.

But think back to their fight in Make a Good Bleed: she knew she couldn't beat him, so she focused on wearing him down and being annoying. And then when she saw an opening, she took it.

After just a few meetings with Toji, without him trying to teach her anything, she realized how useful having no cursed energy could be and learned to mask her own to make herself seem weaker. She is incredibly tactical and it will show even more over time. But what makes it even better is that she doesn't realize just how tactical she really is because she has believed what the main clan has told her since the day they met her: half-breeds are weak.

If you'll remember when she called herself a half-breed to Gojo, he clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at her. That wasn't because he didn't like being bested, it was because he didn't like that she called herself that. What did he say to her after?

"Zenin's are strong." He doesn't differentiate that. She has Zenin blood, so she's strong, 'half-breed' or not. He'll hear Naoya call her this once, and he's going to lose his mind.

Does any of this mean he's off the hook? Oh hell no. But, it's one reason she reacted the way she did in how quickly she retreated and blamed herself there at the end.

TLDR: Humans are messy and imperfect, and Gojo is no exception even if he is the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world.

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justaparsec94 · 10 months ago

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death Relationships: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Original Character(s), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/Original Female Character(s) Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-7567 | Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Needs a Hug, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives is a Good Bro, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Romance, Romantic Fluff, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

**Update 2024: Minor edits made and Epilogue Posted**

Freshly minted ARC trooper Echo is a good soldier who follows orders, can recite the latest reg manual back to front with little effort, and he has extensive knowledge about a lot of things. The one thing he really knows nothing about is how to navigate this feelings for the pretty waitress he accidentally involved in a separatist spy take down.

Imaan Kostalek can say with complete confidence that nothing exciting has ever happened at her job. Of course, that all changes one day when a handsome clone trooper sits down in her diner clearly on some sort of undercover mission. From that day forward nothing in her life is ever the same and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The epilogue I promised to write so long ago has finally materialized!

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keravnos-kori · 2 years ago

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return to sender - chapter three: best and brightest

ofc x tech (eventual)

word count: 5.1k

rts masterlist // ao3 link

summary: halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

a/n:...let's pretend it hasn't been almost three years since i've updated

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“Are we there yet?”

A collective sigh reverberated throughout the cabin. Tech bit his tongue, but couldn’t help his eyes from rolling. “For the eighth time, Wrecker, you’ll know we have reached our destination when we drop out of hyperspace.”

The largest member of the Batch released an irritable groan from his position on the floor, resting his head on the cool durasteel siding that made up the Marauder’s interior.

“Does it always take this long? I never have to pay attention since Crosshair-…” Wrecker trailed off, the circumstances that led them to Saleucami in the first place overtaking his thoughts.

There was a tense silence that spread between the cockpit and main hold, cut through after a moment by the newest member of the crew. “I’m sure it can’t be that much longer!” Omega reassured. The young girl swiveled around in the co-pilot’s seat to face the rest of her companions, feet barely brushing the ground.

Tech glanced up from his datapad to assess the chronometer on the console closest to him. “Your intuition is correct. We are expected to make the drop in approximately one-half standard hour.”

Turning to follow Omega’s gaze, Tech noticed Echo nodding somewhat absently at the communications panel. Hunter continued to pace the length of the ship’s main compartment, fingers twitching near the holster of his vibroblade: a habit only initiated when his patience was wearing thin.

Staying glued to his datapad was the most effective way to keep Tech’s mind occupied in the moment. There was a lot to process from the past few days, and while he was mentally capable of doing so, he was not sure he was prepared to open up emotionally in front of his brothers about his concerns.

This seemed just fine with the others, as they had yet to discuss the implications of Crosshair’s departure either.

Having to leave their brother behind was a difficult decision, to say the least. Though Crosshair began to act strangely on Kaller, the Batch chalked it up to his severe disposition and assumed he was in a sour mood from all the contradictory orders. It wasn’t until their mission in the Onderon sector that things got out of hand.

Disobeying Hunter to his face. Threatening civilians. A total lack of disregard for how they always operated.

All in all, Tech felt as if he’d failed Crosshair, and not just from departing without him.

For not being able to see the warning signs sooner.

They’d always been close. As close as anyone could be to Tech, and vice versa with Crosshair.

Flashes of their days as cadets flashed in Tech’s mind. Everything that they’d gone through together, first as a quartet for the majority of their enhanced lifespans, then with the welcome addition of Echo to their squad. What was it all for if they left each other behind?

Wasn’t that what made them who they were from the very beginning?

Tech inhaled deeply, clearing his thoughts.

Crosshair’s absence wasn’t the only thing troubling him. Nearly 12,400 parsecs away was a civilian he had, for weeks now, kept contact with.

Against Republic regulation.

Tech had his own creative methods of bending the rules, but this went against his training completely.

He accepted her request for academic assistance on a whim. Resisting pursuits of knowledge was not where his strengths lie.

But that wasn’t all…

This civvie, this woman, was in the very heart of Imperial territory from what Tech was able to glean from scattered radio waves. In his last transmission, he was able to relay recent events to her and provide a warning to escape before anything worse happened in her vicinity.

Her.

Halla.

Contact attempts would have to be few and far between them now. He was effectively on the run from his creators and she was subject to increased surveillance in the capital.

The thought was not a pleasant one.

He was confident in his ability to take care of himself despite the circumstances, but she was just a student - albeit a rather intelligent one. Tech knew, though, that intellect and survival skills were nowhere close to being in the same category. The best he could hope for would be that she keeps her head down and book passage to a system not known for its ties with the centralized government; much like his own plan.

Redirecting his attention back towards his screen, Tech’s heel began to bounce beneath the control yoke as he began to brainstorm potential solutions. How could he provide assistance from such a distance away? What good would he be to her if they had no method of communication?

Straightening his back, Tech decided to compose a new message before he had to switch back to piloting manually.

If he was capable of modifying his signal to become untraceable (which he was and did), and he provided instructions to Halla to do the same, would it not be logical to assume their transmissions could resume without external interference?

There was a flurry of typing as Tech did all he could to explain, down to the minutiae, the process of concealing one’s transmission identifier, holonet mask, and localized device positioning mechanism.

Child’s play for him, in the grand scheme of things, but not for an individual with no engineering experience whatsoever and who had once admitted to him that she’d once fallen for a basic malware ploy that resulted in unsavory Neimoidian images to be downloaded on to a University-owned device.

On that note, Tech made an effort to be as thorough with his directions as possible.

Once the list was drawn up and revised for clarity, Tech took a moment to check the chrono once more: T-minus four minutes until the drop. Satisfied with the results of his work, Tech wrote a quick note near the top of the message and addressed it before sending it off.

Clipping the datapad back onto his utility belt, Tech began his routine of sublight prechecks.

If Crosshair couldn’t be helped right now, maybe Halla could.

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Halla was not a morning person.

She did not enjoy drinking caf or planning how she was supposed to be productive that day. Most of all, she hated waking up before noon on a good day. If it weren’t for the bitterness she felt at the news she received yesterday, Halla would still gladly be nestled in bed.

But no. Here she was, bright and early at 08:00 hours, waiting for an audience with her new graduate advisor.

The administrative complex was just as big and expensive as the rest of the buildings across campus, filled with similar indoor-friendly greenery and back-breaking duraplast seating. The newest addition, besides the drab gray and white uniforms milling about, was the massive tapestries emblazoned with the newly minted Imperial cog draped liberally both in and outside all University structures.

Halla imagined they were meant to display “indomitable allegiance to the cause” or something of the like, but the only impression she was left with was how badly the shades of black clashed with the pristine white and emerald interior.

From her position in the foyer, Halla could still hear the protestors on the steps outside only meters away. It was a diverse bunch, much like the former populace of the college, all holding signs and chanting something along the lines of “hey hey, ho ho, racism’s got to go!”

It had been embarrassing to walk past them, entering the building with her loose hair as a partition between herself and the crowd. She would have joined in, and might’ve said as much to them if she weren’t trying to avoid the scrutiny of the security guards holding a barrier in place.

She was a traitor.

Halla’s meeting with the Dean was not exactly on his daily agenda. She had figured his last message counted as an open invitation, leading her to plaster on a cheerful smile at the check-in center and con her way onto the visitor list.

A list. For who exactly?

Besides a few spare personnel milling about, there was a distinct lack of student activity taking place inside. Halla never saw anyone go into the Admin Complex ahead of her, and there was no one else in the lobby to follow her up either.

They’re just wasting your time to establish authority. Be patient.

Patience was never Halla’s strong suit.

Eons (or maybe just another handful of minutes) passed before the receptionist flagged her down and led her to the lift. Riding up to the story hosting the Dean’s Offices, Halla was cast off to the next administrator who directed her to stand outside a room labeled Aurek Suite.

The pneumatic door opened, though no one was standing at the control panel. Instead, a man was sitting behind a barren desk, the high back of his chair rising over his head.

Arlin Sreetus looked to be the poster boy of the imposing aesthetic his employer was implementing across the planet. Perfectly parted hair, piercing blue eyes, and not a speck on his uniform. Neat, clean, manicured down to a level that was almost unsettling to gaze upon.

Halla felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

She wasn’t prepared for when he opened his mouth.

“Miss Ismaren, so nice to finally match a face to its name. Please, come in and sit.” He greeted her from across the room.

Halla had to bite the inside of her mouth to prevent herself from doing something she’d regret. The Dean’s voice was not suited for the body that produced it, much too nasally and broken to fit the façade that went along with his flawless white jacket.

Once she trusted herself to speak again, Halla released the inside of her cheek from between her molars, quickly striding across the office and finding her seat across from the Dean.

How am I supposed to stay angry with this slime when I’m too busy trying to keep myself from laughing?

“Good morning,” Halla greeted, tone as stiff as she could manage.

Sreetus glanced at the terminal in front of him before addressing Halla again.

“I see you’ve received my message,” he said.

“I have,” she responded.

He raised his eyebrows, and Halla had to wonder if he even knew she wasn’t here to be on friendly terms.

"I've reviewed your academic profile," he started. “Impressive credentials you have here… near-perfect grade point, published research commendations, federal volunteer work.” His eyes continued to flit back and forth between her and his screen as he spoke. “Very impressive, indeed.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Halla deadpanned.

The Dean’s nose twitched, barely noticeable but present nonetheless.

“I also noticed while reviewing your file that you have yet to register for your chain code. Every Imperial citizen is required to have one. Is there a reason you don’t?” He asked patronizingly.

Halla froze for only a half second before she attempted to brush the question off.

“I was planning on getting around to it soon. I’ve been rather busy with my research, as you could imagine.” She said pointedly.

Sreetus leaned back in his chair, blue-and-red rank plaque upon his chest shining under the bright fluorescent lighting. “Ah, yes. Your clone studies. I’m glad you decided to visit today so we can redirect you towards more…productive outlets.”

Halla bristled, “With all due respect,” which is none, “I believe my current track is the most productive use of my time. You can see from my portfolio, I’ve worked in this area for the past few yea-”.

Sreetus spoke up, effectively steamrolling over her protests before she could even elaborate on her position.

“Yes, yes, I’m aware of your past endeavors Miss Ismaren,” he groused. “No need to recount every detail.”

“But, I-”.

“There are better opportunities for you now, Miss Ismaren. I understand you hold special interests, but it is time to leave them in the past. The present is where you need to be, with the rest of us - helping to drive society forward.”

More like helping to send it into an authoritarian backslide.

Her silence prompted him to keep speaking, not that there was much time to pipe up anyway.

“You’re lucky, you know. To have such connections in your life capable of putting your name forward for such an exclusive position.”

If anything in the past twenty-four hours took Halla off guard, that comment was it.

“I’m…not sure what you mean.”

“An in. An assignment within the Imperial Service Corps. - the Security Bureau.” Despite the smug look on his face, Halla got the sense that behind his words lay a twinge of envy. “A personal recommendation from your father.”

No.

That couldn't be right.

“Sorry, you must be mistaken. My father, my biological father - we don’t speak. I haven’t seen him since I was eleven, haven’t heard anything from him directly since the start of the war. And besides, he has nothing to do with Security or whatever Service Corps. you’re talking about. He’s been in the Navy his entire career.”

Sreetus pushed on, “Forgive me then, for assuming you held contact. His surname was never redacted from your official record,” He cleared his throat and began reading off his screen. “Age: twenty-two, birthplace: Coruscant, full legal name: Hal’lazorinda Naimina Sileas Ismaren-Y-”.

Before he had the chance to finish his recitation, Halla found herself cutting him off, “I don’t go by that name. Ever.”

“And yet you use the rest…” He huffed under his breath. “Despite your…strained familial relationship, I am not mistaken. Your father’s honorable service during these past years has earned him his new position within the ISB. The request has been logged and attached to your file.” Reaching into a side drawer, Sreetus pulled out a datapad and set it squarely in front of her, already loaded with a page full of text displayed.

Taking a deep breath, Halla kept her gaze steady on the man in front of her as she reached for the device, only lowering her gaze once it was in her possession. She took a moment to skim through the first paragraph, then scrolled down to the bottom to see her father’s digital signature signing off.

Halla was dumbfounded. Why would he do something like this for her? Why now?

Feeling that she’d seen enough, Halla returned the datapad to the desk in front of her. During her review of the document, her brows had furrowed so deeply that she knew she would have a headache coming on later. All she could think about was her father’s blurry face imposed on the body of the grumpy UC archive officer.

“Now that you understand the full extent of the situation, I must counsel you to follow through with this offer. Not many your age have the chance to pass directly into the Corps. with the minimal training you have. Your only requirement would be to fulfill the Royal Imperial Academy’s junior officer preparation, maybe a basic close combat course once you are stationed. From there, you can climb to any other position you deem worthy.

Given your father’s status and the Emperor’s need for the brightest minds to fulfill his vision, the position has been tailored for you, specifically. Despite the nature of your outdated research,” Halla had to bite back a scathing remark at that comment, “you will be a perfect fit for what has been reserved.”

Halla found her head shaking ever so slightly as he finished his tirade. She had to play this safe to avoid skepticism of her loyalty, but was finding that harder and harder to do the longer this meeting went on.

“While that sounds…promising, I really have no intention of relocating anywhere without knowing where it is. Is this position intended to keep me on Coruscant?”

Sreetus pressed his thin lips together before speaking, “I am not at liberty to say. Given the confidential nature of this assignment, even I am not privy to its location. The ISB would be the organization briefing you, not the University.”

And yet you know so much about everything else…

The air around them was tense as a stare-off commenced across the desk, Halla schooling her features to match his.

He broke first. Halla’s one victory of the day.

“I sense we may be at an impasse right now. Take the day to think of what I’ve said, I will confer with the Bureau Chief and let him know I’ve spoken with you.”

Halla tilted her head and grinned, though she was sure it came off a little more sarcastically than she intended. “No issue.”

Rising from her seat, Halla turned her back on the whiny sycophant and made her way back toward the exit.

“Miss Ismaren.” Halla halted inches from the door, but did not turn around. His voice was the most severe it had been all morning.

“You would do well to learn just how far His Majesty’s power reaches. You will either join and thrive, or you may only get far enough to learn what it means to be against him. Do choose wisely, young lady. Oh, and don’t forget to register for your chain code.”

Halla didn’t remember how she found herself back downstairs, head overtaken by the dense fog of the Dean’s hidden threats.

The streets were mysteriously empty of protestors when Halla left the lobby.

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Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:18

Recipient: Tech

Subject: Re: Comms Assistance

I followed your instructions to the letter, I hope I did everything right. Thought it was funny you bothered to assign me a code name - remind me to ask you about it some other time. Wanted to send a quick message to tell you my line is secure now, though I don’t know for how long now after this morning.

I met with a Uni rep who tried to recruit me into a service corps. Asked about a chain code? Didn’t know if you had any info. Either way, I’m on my way to the port to book passage off-world like you said. Will update you when done.

Stay safe out there,

Zenith

*Transceiver Identification: 02-91-31.cv.modified*

~~~

“What do you mean my credits aren’t valid? They’re galactic standard!”

A tinny response came from behind the transparisteel partition, the attendant droid repeating its earlier message: “Please be advised: your payment method has been declined. We ask that you exchange your outdated currency at the Commerce Bureau and return with the correct tender, along with a valid chain code to access the flight directory. Have a pleasant day!”

“I don’t know what you mean by outdated. Credits are credits!”

The droid’s optical sensors seemed to bore into her. Halla crossed her arms.

“Please be advised: your payment method has been declined. We ask that you exchange your outdated currency at the Commerce Bureau and return with the correct tender, along with a valid chain code to access the flight directory. Have a pleasant day!”

Halla glared up at the booth, scooping her credit chit back with more force than necessary. Pushing away from the service shelf, she couldn’t help but throw a venomous “Go to Hell!” over her shoulder. The droid only called the next person in line to come forward.

Turning on her heel, Halla stalked back to the self-checkout kiosk and punched in her information again.

And again.

Each time, a blinking red alert popped up with a message similar to that from the service desk.

Invalid Identification. Please see an attendant for assistance. Have a pleasant day!

“Blast it!” No matter the destination, no matter the departure date, all itineraries were locked behind a paywall, accessible only by, you guessed it, the correct tender and a valid chain code.

Before she could make a scene by tearing her hair out in the middle of the Spaceport, Halla stowed her chits and stalked out of the Boarding Registry.

~~~

Looking back on that awful day, Halla didn’t know why she expected it to get any better once she left the port.

Arriving back at her apartment went about the same as it normally would, except for when she stepped off the 19th-floor lift and rounded the corner to find her front door missing.

Or rather, her front door was wide open for the whole building to see inside.

Surging forward, Halla gripped her doorjamb and surveyed the interior.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Her voice shook against her will.

No reply.

With great caution, Halla entered her sitting room.

Silence.

She began to check out every inch of the space, from the floor to the ceiling and everything in between to find anything amiss.

Bewildered, Halla took a step back.

If someone had entered her home, they’d done a lousy job of burglarizing her.

Everything was as it should’ve been. Her plants, her holovids, the art on the walls, all still in their rightful place. Even Boonta was still floating around his tank without a care in the world.

Did the door just…malfunction?

For all the grief it’d given Halla over the years, the entrance’s one redeeming quality was that it was secure. It had never just opened up on its own accord before.

Padding into her bedroom, she continued to look around and take her valuables into account.

That was until she came upon her workspace.

On the ground beneath her desk was a large gap.

A large, empty gap where her holoterminal used to be.

Halla felt the blood drain from her face as her eyes went wide behind her specs.

Kriff.

Fuck!

There’s no way this is happening…

Wheeling around, she began searching every nook and cranny of her apartment for the missing console, even the spots she knew would be too small to fit it.

Halla had everything on that machine. Everything.

Her contacts, her financial information, the full draft of her dissertation.

Her entire life’s research.

Gone. All gone.

Halla stopped looking. She considered her options before going back out into the main hallway. She was sure her neighbors didn’t appreciate the way she was repeatedly punching their buzzers, but she didn’t know what else to do. Half of them didn’t open up and those that did claimed nothing out of the ordinary happened that day when asked if they had any clue what happened.

Dejected, Halla returned to her apartment making sure to enforce another lock if only to create a false sense of safety.

Safety, my ass.

She paced around for about a minute or two, running her hands over her forearms. Two minutes turned into ten.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

She could only reach one conclusion, as paranoid as it made her come across; the same person - or group - that did this was the same as who she should’ve been reporting the crime to.

This was no petty theft. This had to be intentional.

Recollections began to invade her mind; Sreetus’ ominous warning, the apparent leeriness around her not being a registered citizen, and the Imperial officer she’d seen occupy her terminal in the UC archive.

She’d given no thought about the latter since it happened, but now she couldn’t help but think he was following her digital trail, digging into whatever he could scavenge from her session.

Halla had wiped her search history, but…

Leave it to the security agency to be able to pull it back up.

Letting out a defeated moan, she slapped her palm across her forehead.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Halla ended up hunkered down in the sitting room for the rest of the night. She felt like a stranger in her own home, vigilant of intruders that might return at any time.

Lying on her sofa, she kept a hand on the go-bag she packed earlier in the evening. The pack included any and all essentials she would need in case a quick getaway was needed: her personal datapad (that still had all the supplemental research she downloaded, thank the Maker), its powerpack, her data and credit chits, and a hygiene bag containing her toothbrush, dental gel, deodorant, hair brush, a travel razor, and other similar items.

Her extra set of glasses, contact pods, and a small medkit she kept stowed under her kitchen sink were also shoved down too. An extra set of boots were folded up at the bottom of the main compartment with as many leggings, tunics, sweaters, camisoles, and underwear as she could roll up laying on top of them. The side pockets were bulging with her filtered water bottle on one side and non-perishable snack foods on the other.

It was hard to prioritize what to leave behind, even in a hypothetical scenario. Halla treasured her possessions: her makeup, her jewelry, her art, and her music collection, not to mention her collection of flimsi-bound books she’d accumulated over the years, uncommon as they were.

In the end, she decided to place only the earrings she’d inherited from her grandmonna in a small pouch and wear the matching pendant around her neck for safekeeping. The music was already downloaded onto her datapad, and most of the art was obviously too large to fit in the pack, sans her sketch diary and a pouch of drawing implements which she included on impulse. After careful deliberation, Halla decided to choose one particular flimsi novel from her shelf to keep with her, due to its objective value as an antique as well as the number of times it’d been read since the initial purchase.

Halla had practiced walking around her apartment with the go-bag strapped to her back, adjusting the order of its contents as needed. Once she was satisfied, she decided to make camp out where she could be the most aware of her surroundings.

Every sudden noise made her flinch as she tossed and turned her head, never shifting from the position on her back as uncomfortable as it was. No amount of breathing exercises or words of affirmation made her feel any more secure.

How do I know I’m not being watched right now?

Time passed slowly in the dark as Halla thought of her odds of escape.

In her mind, she created a chart of pros and cons when it came to registering herself, if only to have the opportunity to get off-planet.

Pro: I’ll have access to credits that work again.

Con: Who knows what they’ll do with the information I give them?

Pro: I’ll be able to book passage out of here.

Con: What if they’re able to track where I go?

Pro: It’ll get everyone who thinks I’m against them off my back.

Con: I am against them.

Pro: It would draw attention away from-

Halla gasped, eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling.

From Tech. It would draw attention away from Tech.

He was on the run right now with the rest of his squad with a little girl in the mix now. If Halla submitted to the registry, the suspicion of her (and them by proxy) would ease up. For the Maker’s sake, she had regular correspondence with him stored on her now-confiscated holoterminal! The last few messages were never uploaded to the main drive, as they only existed on her portable device, but she couldn’t risk their safety for her own selfishness. She was risking potential charges of treason or conspiracy at this point.

If I just go and do it, maybe they won’t feel the need to snoop around more than they already have…

The decision began solidifying in her mind, despite the apprehension of what might come after.

Halla fell into a fitful sleep, fingers still clutched around the strap of the bag that rested below her.

~~~

The local Coruscanti star’s natural light didn’t reach the level Halla’s apartment resided on, so she had to rely on the day cycle atmospheric controls to tell when daybreak was.

Back aching and eyes half open, Halla bathed and dressed while her morning tea was heating up. Travel mug and protein bar in hand, she made her way to the Commerce Bureau before the line could get too long.

Spending more time there than she had anticipated, she emerged hours later with a pit in her stomach, a pouch full of polished silver credits, and a new chaincode embedded in a rather unambiguous ID card.

Soon after she returned home, Halla composed a message from her school address:

Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:19

Recipient: Arlin Sreetus, Dean

Subject: Chain Code Acquisition

Dean Sreetus,

This morning I was able to obtain my chain code, I thought you would have liked to know. I’ve considered the offer you conveyed to me and have chosen to accept. Please inform the appropriate figures in this matter that I am able to begin as soon as is convenient.

Good day,

Halla Ismaren

University of Coruscant

College of Interplanetary Law & Relations

Capital Campus

Halla wanted to feel confident in her decision, but all she felt was numb all over.

Like she had just signed her own death warrant.

She didn’t look at her datapad for the rest of the day.

This is for them.

This is the right thing to do.

~~~

Inbox: (1) Unread

Date of Transmission: 1,013:04:19

Recipient: Zenith

Subject: Chain Codes

Zenith,

I am pleased you found my instructions comprehensible, however, this is not the main issue I wish to address.

I assume you encountered difficulties while at your local spaceport due to not having a chain code in your possession. We also have run into trouble because of this new database. We were able to rectify this issue for ourselves, but I must warn you about the dangers surrounding these identifiers. If you provide me additional time, I will come up with a solution for you to get around these requirements as well.

I do not presume to direct your actions; I can only provide my opinion based on what I have seen during my latest travels.

Under no circumstances should you obtain one of these codes voluntarily. I will be able to elaborate at a later date, all I ask is that in the meantime you take my judgment into account.

-Tech

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my-morai · 1 year ago

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This is the chapter that started it all, the idea from one scene sparked the story of Tali and the Batch and it has expanded over a year into much more than I could have ever hoped it would be. Hold on, we're not done yet...

#star wars fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanfiction #female reader #fan fiction #original character #hunter x original female character #omega bad batch #tech bad batch #echo bad batch #tbb #the clone wars #clones in love #tcw

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malavera · 7 months ago

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Cosplay (18+) — Hugh Jackman One Shot

pairing: hugh jackman x female reader

summary: Your hubby came home after filming one of the scenes for Deadpool & Wolverine with his costume on to surprise you

warning: SMUT! MDNI. PWP. Wolverine cosplay sex, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, daddy kink, praise kink, the use of pet name bub (bubby / bubba)

a/n: i had this scenario every time i went to bed

"Bub, I'm home! Where are you?"

"In the kitchen!" Your voice echoes through the house, a playful lilt in your tone as you rinse the last plate under the warm, soapy water. The clatter of dishes is almost soothing, a rhythm you've come to appreciate in the quiet moments.

But then, without warning, a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a firm, familiar embrace. The unexpected touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the roughness of his stubble grazing against the soft skin of your shoulder blade. His warmth envelops you, seeping through your clothes, and suddenly the kitchen feels too small, too intimate.

"You’ve eaten without me?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble against your ear, and you can’t help but smile, even as your heart races.

"Well, I figured you'd be late, so..." You trail off, your voice faltering as you quickly dry your hands on a nearby towel. But when you turn around, the air catches in your throat.

Standing before you, with that trademark smirk you know all too well, is your lover. But tonight, he’s not just himself—he’s transformed. Draped in the iconic yellow and blue, his muscles defined by the snug fabric of Wolverine's original suit, he embodies the fierce, feral energy of the comic book legend. His eyes flash with mischief, and the scowl he wears—so perfectly in character—sends a thrill through you.

You stare, wide-eyed, your breath hitching as the reality of the moment sets in. The air feels heavy, charged with anticipation, and your mouth goes dry as you try to swallow, your body betraying you. He steps closer, the leather of his costume creaking ever so slightly, and you know—this night is far from over.

"H-Hugh..." The name slips from your lips, barely a whisper, as you stare, utterly transfixed.

His grin widens, the mischievous glint in his eyes sharpening. "What's the matter, bub? Cat got your tongue?" His voice is a low, teasing growl, sending a jolt of excitement through you.

You stumble back, the cool edge of the kitchen counter pressing against your spine as he advances, his presence overwhelming, magnetic. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't tear your eyes away from him—this man, your lover, transformed into something untamed, almost primal.

A nervous laugh escapes you, breathless and trembling. "You look... incredible." The words come out in a rush, your voice barely steady. He’s so close now, the scent of leather and cologne filling your senses, and you know there’s no turning back.

"C'mere.." He muttered, an arm snatching to hug your waist pulling you close to him before he tilted his head, enough so the pointy nose of the scowl wouldn't poke you, to pull you in for a hungry kiss. You gasp, trying to follow his rhythm.

Hugh grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it, earning a loud moan from you. As your mouth went agape that's his moment to shove his tongue deeper. The heated make out session sent you to heaven without realizing everything around you as you are now being seated on top of the kitchen counter, legs spread wide for him to stand in between them.

"You miss me bub?" Hugh asks in between the kiss.

"S'much, daddy." You mewled and he groaned.

"Please, daddy. Do something.. to me." You moaned.

"Yeah? What do you want daddy to do huh? Tell me." He's teasing you. He knows exactly what you need, it's your second favorite thing about him; his fingers. He's so good with it. The way he would put one in, and then shove the other, thrusting in and out of your glistening cunt. Your favorite part is when he curls them inside you before he repeatedly flicks them.

"Want your fingers, daddy."

"These fingers, baby?" He tilted his head, acting dumbfounded, as the tips of his finger made a circle against your clothed pussy. "Yeah?" He pressed the pad of his fingers right against your clothed clit.

"Ah.. Yes." You gasp, smiling.

"You're soaked already, bub. What's gotten you so eager for me? Is this the suit? Huh? You love seeing your daddy in his costume?" He taunted.

You can only nod as you enjoy the way his fingers rubbing your, still clothed, cunt. "Daddy, please. I've been good. I deserve this."

"Of course you do, baby." You gasp once you felt one of his fingers enter your throbbing cunt. You shrieked when you felt his other hand make a handful of your hair and tugged your head back, making you watch him.

"Look at me when I'm making you feel this good, bub." There goes the second finger, entering. And he does your favorite thing, finger-fucking you.

You whimpered, closing your eyes briefly. "Urgh.. Daddy you're so good.. You're so good with my pussy." Between the two of you here, you both have the praise kink. He's an actor, of course he loves being praised for his skills and performances. You both are a master at this department, though only your words can get him going.

"Yeah? Like that bub? Tell daddy how it feels... So good yeah?" He coo’ed.

"Yeah.. Yeah.. so good daddy, deeper.. OH!" You gasped out a loud moan at the end once you feel him pushing in his fingers deep into your cunt.

"Only my fingers can play with this cunt, right bub? My cunt." He grunted.

"Yes, yes daddy! It's your cunt!" You whimpered, feeling as you're about to reach your high; You gasp once more when he harshly tug his fingers out of your cunt, jolting your body forward.

"W-what.." You breathlessly said.

"You're gonna have to cum on my cock, bub." He hastily spoke as he tries to take his heavy cock out of his pants. Swallowing down your saliva, you watch as he give himself a couple of jerks before tapping his heavy cock against your pussy, indicating he’s about to go in. Not that he’d need your permission to.

Your mouth fell agape watching the big tip of his cock, slowly entering your soaked folds, feeling every inch of his cock going in even the raging veins felt like they’re scratching the insides of your warm cunt. Hugh roughly grabs you by your neck, forcing you to look him in the eyes that are covered with the wolverine scowl.

“Look at me when i’m fucking you, bub.” He harshly spoke as he starts to move his hips back and forth, gently at first before he picks up the pace, turning the peaceful atmosphere filled with your moaning mess.

You’d never imagine you’d see the night filled with Hugh fucking you on top of the kitchen island with his super hot wolverine costume on. All you could think about is how this costume would be the one where people all around the world would see later in the movie theater once it’s coming out. And the fact that he has fucked you in it, makes your pussy flutters as he is not stopping anytime soon. The nasty sound of your pussy milking his heavy cock that is formed from the mixed of your fluid fills the entire kitchen. And you wished you could watch yourself being fucked by the wolverine in third person’s point of view.

“What are you thinking about bub?” Hugh piston his hips to a certain angle which caused you to loudly moan. “You’re thinking about how good i’m fucking you right, bub? You never want me to stop right, honey?” Hugh coo’ed.

“N-no, daddy. I never want you to stop. I want you to make me cum, please it feels so good!” You cried, your hands went up to play with your tits.

“Oh yes, play with those tits bub. My tits. Fuck, this cunt is so good I can never get enough.” Hugh grunted. He pulls you closer to him making your hips lying at the edge of the counter.

All you wanted is to get him to cum deep inside you. You could feel the brush of his pubic hair from every stroke, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. You’re going to cum anytime soon. But something is growing inside you and it’s inching closer, any seconds now.

“W-wait, Daddy, stop, something’s wrong!” You shrieked.

And you know better from stoping your beloved from fucking you hard, he will never listen. But instead, he gripped your hips harder and thrusts his cock in and out of you with a godly fast pace.

“Fuck, fuck, Daddy!” You screamed as you forcefully pushing yourself away from him before you feel yourself reaching your high. You couldn’t contain it, it sprayed everywhere, even to his costume. Your thighs are shaking, your chest heaves up and down.

Hugh stood there groaning as he just witnessed his baby squirted out. “Fffuckk… Bub, that was amazing.” He muttered, but he’s not stopping there. He grabbed his cock, aiming the tip against your entrance, softly rubbing it against your hole first.

“W-wait, I don’t think I-..”

“Shut up, Bub. Daddy hasn’t cum yet.” He hissed as he pushed the tip of his cock into your entrance.

Your pussy purred, “Oh.” You gasped, feeling a little bit embarrassed. But, Hugh loved it.

“Do you think you can give it to me one more time bub? This time, squirt on my cock?”

#Malavera #hugh jackman smut #hugh jackman #hugh jackman x reader #hugh jackman dirty imagine #logan howlett #logan howlett smut #wolverine #wolverine smut #logan x you #logan howlett x female reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine dirty imagines #logan howlett dirty imagines #hugh jackman dirty imagines

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flowerisevil · 7 months ago

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Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen reader where she is Rhaenyra’s sister and daughter of Viserys and Aemma, she is pregnant when they visit King’s Landing and she has the baby so Alicent calls her as she does with Rhaenyra and Gwayne gets furious about it even more when Alicent insinuates that their son is not Targaryen so from then on he is team black.

Devotion

Gwayne Hightower X female reader Targaryen

A/N: I hope its okay that I use an original female character and i don't if i understand your request right but yeah here it is I hope you enjoy. Happy reading mwa!

Disclaimer: grammatical/typographical errors ahead, englisn is not my first language.

Warning: mention of blood, child birth, cursing, and no use of Y/N. Please tell me if I miss anything.

The married couple returned in Kings Landing from Oldtown for the King's funeral, the second born princess Targaryen along side her husband and her growing belly arrived at King's Landing, the princess was expecting to see her elder sister Rhaenyra only to hear that she had already departed with her family to Dragonstone.

"Your sister s-she is rather not very pleased to be here" the Queen explained of her sister's departure with her new husband Daemon.

"How is your pregnancy daughter?" Alicent asked, changing the topic.

The princess rub her belly as she smiled "It is great though a bit struggle happens"

Gwayne her husband held her hand that was caressing her stomach, as he joined their conversation "My wife pregnancy is very delicate, it is her first pregnancy and the maesters said her body needs a lot of rest"

Otto nodded in acknowledgement "I am happy for the both of you, you seem to grow fond of each other"

The couple smiled, they did indeed. "We truly did and Daeron in Oldtown is one of our witnesses" Gwayne chuckles, the poor boy was tired seeing the two couple always on each other like what a newlywed partners would do.

Alicent sighs at the mention of her youngest son "and how is he? Daeron?"

"He is doing good, a boy full of wit, a good sword fighter" the princess explained ".....he is very kind your grace, a soft hearted child, his heart has a space for animals" she added, her youngest half brother was a great boy, far away from them. He is a chivalrous boy.

"I should talk to the both of you outside, may I?" Alicent turned to them, the couple simply nodded as all of them walked outside the chamber.

"I wish for your wife to give birth here in Red Keep" Alicent said, the princess frowned but before she could give reaction her husband spoke first.

"I wish my child to be born in Oldtown, why you must decision for that?"

Alicent looks resigned to her brother's fire backs.

"It is an order from your Queen" was all the Queen say before she entered the room, shutting the door before them.

Gwayne's clenched fist softened as she caress it. "We shall give it to them for now Gwayne, there's nothing we could lose for giving them a small favor"

Gwayne rolled his eyes "Oh please that is my sister, and I am a Hightower I know how one thinks"

Gwayne was never unknown to the small resentment his sister Queen had for his wife, even before Alicent was a young lady she had always envied the younger princess, the princess was smarter, kind, beautiful, she was like a glowing light walking through the halls of the Keep, everyone pleased her, and when she was on the right age for marriage she was married to him, the heir to Oldtown and a knight. She had the life his sister was deprived of.

And he knew Alicent has some plans behind this little show of hers.

And he was not wrong.

His wife give her the favor, she gave birth between the walls of Red Keep, her screams and groaned echoed all over the Keep, they can hear her dragon Silverwing roaring for her rider.

"Lord Gwayne you shall not enter, you should be somewhere else or perhaps on the training grou-" the servants shuts when his collar was tigtly gripped.

His wife birth was no jest, the Maesters had informed them before her birth that her body was weak, and she might be carrying a boy for having such a hard labor.

"Don't you understand my wife's condition? She needs me, let me in" Gwayne scowled but his request was denied as the servants pulled him away from the room.

One of the Maesters came out, his face full of worry "My Lord, the princess"

"How is my wife?"

"The princess...she is trying her best my Lord but I must be honest with you, I have both a good and bad message to deliver" the Maester exhales before he continued. "The good one is that the princess is able to push half of the babe's body"

Gwayne wanted to smile, he will finally have an heir and child that he had hope would taken the look after his beautiful wife but knowing that the news has a bad new to come, he can't help but worry for his princess.

"And what is the other one?"

"The babe was rather in an unfortunate position, in birth the head of the babe should be the first thing to come out but in her condition it is unfortunately the other way around"

"You mean my baby's head is still stuck inside of her?"

The Maester nodded "and it is quite dangerous my Lord, we might lose the babe"

Gwayne nodded but frustration covered his face, what would happen to his wife and child?

"Unless my Lord you wish to cut open the princess to save-" the Maester wasn't able to finish his words as he stumble on the ground from Gwayne's singld punch.

"You will do no such thing, what you will do is save my wife from that horrible state whatever it takes, my wife shall come out of that room fine and alive, you hear me?" He command, his knuckled has some blood stained from punching the man.

The Maester nodded and walked back inside the room, Gwayne sat on the cold floor, they will have to save his wife one way or another.

"Your father wish to see you Ser Gwayne" one of the guard approached him and spoke.

"I do not wish to leave my wif-"

"The Lord Hand wants me to tell you it is urgent" the guard continued, Gwayne groaned out of frustration, slowly standing up and walked to his father's office.

On the other hand the princess was lie down on the bed, blood was everywhere.

"Your grace, another push please you are doing well" one of the midwives encourage. Another scream filled the room, stained tears on her cheeks.

The nursemaid and midwives encourage her more, as she continued pushing out the babe inside her, her situation was hard to watch, as they looked at her filled with concern for the princess, she looked tired and breathless. Some of her handmaidens that was present was tearing seeing their princess crying out from pain.

Another scream filled the room once again.

"It is a boy!" The Maester finally announced. Holding a baby boy on its hands, the room filled with cheer as they ran to the princess, immediately handing her help, some wash their sweat, some clean her up.

She smiled as she saw her son being washed and wrapped, she was still shaking but she insisted to hold her child. A boy...an heir for her husband.

The cheering stop as they all looked at the door opening revealing a concerned servant "M-my princess...the Queen s-she uh"

"What of the Queen? Speak clearly"

"She said that she wish to see her grandchild, and you aswell, she wish for you to deliver her grandchild to her" the servants finished, murmurs, shock gaps and whispers filled the room, looking concerned for the princess.

The princess sigh, so this why she wants her to stay here? To have something to play with?

She stood up, legs shaking, her whole was is shaking rather, the nursemaids guide her to carry her newborn son.

"Princess....you're body is still trembling, you shall not walked around the castle or els-"

"Who are we to deprive the Queen a sight of her grandchild" she smiled weakly, as she embrace her son and start walking through the Halls, her whole full of sweat and blood still dripping on her legs.

The news arrived Gwayne's ear, one of his men bargen inside his father's office sending the news of his wife's succesful delivery, Gwayne stood up and left the room fast, his knight walk fast closely to him.

"But my Lord the princess has already left her delivery room, the servants said she immediately left as soon as she gave birth" his man informed.

Gwayne stopped his footsteps.

"They said her Grace had asked for your wife's immediate presence after her birth"

That mad woman. Gwayne was so done of his sister, she is nothing but a horrible Queen, he let her and their father do whatever they have wanted in this castle, corrupting the King, ruining the life of his wife's older sister but he would not let him take advantage of his wife's kind nature.

Gwayne ran as soon as he saw her walking through the halls, his mouth opened but no words came out as he saw her state. Trembling, body covered of sweats and bloodstains, her dress was not very appropriate to see, and his fist clenched as he saw the path of blood dropping from her legs as she walk. Was this is the sigh his Queen sister wish to see?

She wasn't suppose to even raise a finger after her horrifying birth but now she is walking around carrying their babe. He ran to them and cautiously held her back.

"My wife, where are you going?" He tried to sound calm to not show any hint of frustration and anger on his voice.

"Oh ask your dear sister, my love s-she wish to see our child" her voice was hoarse it sounded to frail almost like a whisper from all the screaming she made.

His jaw clenched, he looked at his men and ordered him to bring a nursemaid as soon as the nurse came he told her to carry their child inside the room.

"Gwayne but the Queen-"

"I would have the talk with her, you shall not worry she will be able to see our child when the right time has come, and that right time is when you finally have a rest and sleep" his voice was soft but full of authority, he slowly lower himself to carry her in bridal style.

His eyes cannot lie and his wife can see it, she see right through him. The anger she can almost see what she is plotting inside his head.

The princess lean on his chest. "Do not let anger took over you Gwayne, talk to her nicely"

Oh he would definitely do have a nice talk with his cunt sister.

"Please Gwayne, I would not wish you to be in trouble"

"She took advantage of you darling, how do you wish me to react when I see you trembling as blood drip from your legs walking through this long fucking halls of castle nothing but fragile? Do you wish for me to celebrate?" Gwayne sarcastically spoke, he hated her wife for being a too much proper but he also loved her the same way.

"I kinda wish you do, I gave you a boy. An heir" she smiled, her eyes sparkles as she look over the maid who was carrying their child, Gwayne smiled looking over the babe.

"I am happy more than happy actually, but I would not want to put you in that situation again"

"It is normal state they said"

"Still I would not want to risk you again, I am happy with you no matter with heir or none but now I have a young version of you, I would have more very reason to go home and wake up everyday"

She was his life, she made him whole, losing her would be a big tragedy to him, the day he vowed to her that he will love her with all he can offer, he did not just love her, he stayed and place his faithfulness to her.

As he slowly placed his wife om their chamber, he send her handmaidens and Maester to look after her, clean her and check if she need something to be mend.

He barged inside the council room knowing they will be their, the members looked at him, Otto spoke first breaking the silence.

"My son, as far as I remember you do not have a seat in this room to attend to"

Gwayne scoffs, as he eyed for his sister. "Is this your plan? Why you wanted my wife to give birth here? To make her suffer?"

"It is the King's dying wish"

"Oh I believe is it? Just like how his dying wish is to fucking crown Aegon as his heir, despite your son being brainless smug"

"To say that such thing to the prince is treason, what is it that makes you so angry Gwayne?" Otto tap his son shoulder but he immediately pull back.

"Your Queen, made my wife walk through the halls right after she gave birth to our child, have I not told you that her pregnancy is risky? Yet you made her walk instead of giving her the time to regain her energy"

Alicent snapped a look at him, the two children of Otto Hightower faced each other. "I wish to not harm her, I simply wish to see her and my grandchil-"

"Is that really it? Or perhaps you are so envious of seeing my wife live the life you wished you had?"

A deafening silence filled them, the members each switch looks between the Queen and Gwayne Hightower.

"You shall not touch my wife anymore and so is our child, we will leave here as soon as she recover" Gwayne discussed. Otto approached his son.

"What about your army? we need them incase Rhaenyra declares war after we declare Aegon as King" Otto explained.

Gwayne chuckles, the audacity of his father to think that he will give him his army.

He did not answer them instead walked out the room, he will make sure what they did to the princess will be delivered to the future Queen Rhaenyra.

She arrived at the chamber, she was welcomed by the sight of his beautiful wife holding their child, he slowly walked to them sitting on the edge of bed beside his wife.

"We will leave here tomorrow, I can and will not go another days with those cunts around you and our son" Gwayne spoke, caressing his wife's silver white hair, he sighed as he continued to reveal another thing.

"They plan to make Aegon King"

The princess turned her face to him, her face was confused hoping she heard him wrong.

"They know Rhaenyra is the heir, the future Queen of the realm our father made it known before he died, he declared her as his heir" she explained, she and Gwayne were both there as she was declared the rightful heir to the throne.

"I know but those two said it was the dying King's wish, I do not believe."

"We shall go to Dragonstone and send words to Rhaenyra..." She trailed, something in her was nervous what if Gwayne would not side with her?

"Yes we must, as soon as possible my love and make it clear to your sister that we bend our knee for her" Gwayne leaned his forehead to hers, his gaze moves to their son.

The boy had her eyes, lilac gaze, he had his nose and lips.

This is all what Gwayne had asked and wished when he married his wife, a whole family but with the upcoming war he knows they will have to be extra careful.

He will bent the knee for Rhaenyra but his wife and son's safety would remain a top of his list.

#hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #daemon targeryan #gwayne hightower x reader #gwayne higtower x you #gwayne hightower fanfic #gwayne hightower

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fangdokja · 1 month ago

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Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

In a world where love twists into obsession, Whispers in the Dark offers you fleeting glimpses into the shadows—short, striking stories that capture the subtle, chilling edge of devotion gone astray. These headcanons, drabbles, and snippets bring together yanderes from A Heart Devoured, Forbidden Fruits, and World Ablaze, alongside new faces destined to carve their own place in the recesses of your mind.

This collection is deceptively light, each story crafted for easy reading yet laced with the faint echoes of something far darker. Beneath tender touches lie the barest hints of possessiveness. Behind sweet words linger quiet threats. And in the softest moments, you'll glimpse a world where love binds tighter than chains.

Perfect for casual reading, these stories keep most of the darkness just out of reach, lurking in the shadows of every tender moment. They are whispers of what lies in the deeper, more dangerous corners of Fang Dokja’s other works.

For now, this is where you stay—balanced on the edge of a blade. Will you fall deeper?

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Trigger Warnings (Dead Dove): Contains dark themes, non-consensual content (not as explicit as my long form stories), and depictions of taboo scenarios. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Read the RULES so you are aware of what you're getting into.

♡ A/N #1. I have extremely high tolerance to anything controversial and taboo (e.g. explicit incest, gang rape, gore, vore, murder, bestiality, etc.). Nothing bothers me in reading and writing (except genuine stupidity spanning all forms). If you are looking for light submissive puppy or worshipping yanderes, who would never hurt you. This writing isn't for you, because all my stories have a base line of non-con (whether SFW or NSFW) and sadistic hard doms. The most common and comfortable writing style I have are "red and black flags that will hurt you, and can and may kill you." Yes, even if they are yandere. ♡ A/N #2. I do write different degrees, sometimes vanilla (e.g. most of my Genshin Impact and HSR works), other times erotic horror (e.g. R18 AHD). But, generally, expect non-con in some form. To put it into perspective on my tolerance level, I consider the usual rape, "vanilla rape". If there is no genuine danger of dying or bleeding to death (e.g. cannibalism, vore, necrophilia, edge play like extreme blood play and weapon play), then I classify it as "vanilla rape." Especially if it's just forced penetration or oral.

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Table of Contents

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ ⭐. Author's Personal Favorites. ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.)

♡ Schedule. The following stories are released or scheduled for release:

Fandom Yanderes

♡ Book 1. 🔞Forbidden Fruits (FF) : Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 2. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

Mixed Character Stories

You tried to break up with him… but did you ever really want to? (Chrollo Lucilfer, Johan Liebert, Geto Suguru)

Genshin Impact

Mixed Stories

Humor First, Consequences Later (Tartaglia, Wanderer, Kazuha)

Original Yanderes (OC's)

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured (AHD) : A Dark Yandere Anthology

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

Yandere! Best Friend

Headcanons 1 : Unspoken Desires (General)

🔞“He says he’d do anything for you. But would you believe him?”

Yandere! IRL Authors

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord, AO3 Angst Demon, Webtoon Cult Leader, Wattpad Menace

Drabbles

You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

Yandere! Isekai! Knight

♡ Sub Story. In his eyes, your defiance isn’t strength—it’s foreplay.

Headcanons 1 : Light’s Last Lament (General)

He was a knight of light… until you turned his world dark.

Yandere! Nerd

♡ Sub Story. No one else noticed the quiet boy in the corner, but he’s all you’ll notice now.

Headcanons 1 : Beyond the Data (General)

🔞You’re his project, and he’s determined to get you right.

Yandere! Neurosurgeon

Drabbles

You’re a Pervert, and He’s in Denial.

Your Idea of Flirting? A Box of Body Parts.

“I’d love to get inside your head.” He thought you meant emotionally.

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

System: “Would you like to resume the main storyline?” You click ‘No.’ They click ‘Yes.’

Imagine hating me so much that you chase me across lifetimes. Imagine being that obsessed.

Yandere! Royal Guards

Drabbles

Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

Yandere! Stardom

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Fanboy, Producer, Rival, Hater

Drabbles

A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

Rivals, fanboys, and haters all agree: your fanfic is a masterpiece… in the worst way.

Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

Yandere! Superpowers AU

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Golden Hero, DILF! CEO, Host Club! King, Mortal Enemy

Drabbles

You were born with the most overpowered ability in existence. You just don’t care.

Yandere! Yan-Apocalypse

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Boss, Neighbor, Torture Professional, Loner

Drabbles

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor

♡ Sub Story. In the world of the dead, he was the only thing keeping you alive—and tearing you apart.

Headcanons 1 : Flesh and Fetish (General)

In a world where only the strongest survive, he’s the monster you can't escape.

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just comment on this post. Thank you.

General TAG LIST of “Whispers In The Dark”: @keisocool , @elvabeth , @elloredef , @mjsjshhd , @lem-hhn , @yuki-istired , @lilyalone , @starryperson , @yandreams-storageblog , @tiffyisme3760 , @songbirdgardensworld , @yune1337 , @mocalocha , @astreaaaaaa6 , @poopooindamouf , @yandereaficionado , @esther-kpopstan , @iris-arcadia

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.

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wild-karrde · 2 years ago

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Hey! So, for the recs, I just posted my work here finally and would like a little bit of a boost, please. New Members on Ao3, and here's Chapter 1 on here! Tysm! 😁

HELL YES FOR SELF RECS! I'm all about stories that include our favorite boys from the 501st, but the tag "Rex is So Done" really sells it for me hahaha. Also, always down for AUs (mainly because they leave the door open for happy/happier endings). And with the tag "Fives Lives" I AM ALL IN. PROTECT MY BOY. Thanks so much for the rec!

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fallinlovewithmyflaws · 3 months ago

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Sneak Peek - Lucius Verus x OFC

“Do you know who I am?” Aurelia enters the small dark cell, the man they call ‘Hanno’ facing away from her, his features hidden to her prying gaze. Aurelia can’t help but notice his muscular back covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt and blood. Hidden beneath the grime, she can see the telltale brand of a slave, freshly burned into his skin.

“You should not be here.” Despite the many years that has passed, the man in front of her still holds signs of nobility and royal birth, in his voice and the way he holds himself, confident and unyielding.

“I know I should not, yet here I am. Do you remember me or not?”

“You are not easy to forget, Elia.” A nickname, her nickname, one that she has not heard in 16 years.

Aurelia slowly but surely places her hand into the rough calloused hand of her childhood companion, encouraging him to turn towards her. ‘How different his hands are,’ she thinks. It tells her an untold story of the laborious life he must of led after he was forced to flee Rome. The moment he turns to face her, their eyes connect, the burn behind Aurelia’s is instant, for those blue eyes are ones she could never forget. Not even if she wanted to.

“I thought I lost you.” Tears silently cascade down Aurelia’s cheeks while her dainty hands gently trace along Lucius’ features, trailing from his brow down towards his bearded jaw. Time has changed the boy she remembers, yet she can still recognise his boyish features in the man before her.

Both their eyes rake over each other’s faces, drinking in every changed detail. Aurelia immediately notices when Lucius’ eyes drift down to her lips, a movement she subconsciously echoes. The air in the small cell has changed, crackling with unsaid tension.

This is a little sneak peek of something I am writing for Lucius Verus and an original female character. It will follow the movie as much as I can. Hopefully you enjoy it and more than welcome to comment and like it! If you would also like to be tagged when I post the entire thing, let me know!

#lucius verus #Lucius verus x oc #gladiator imagine #gladiator ii #gladiator fanfic #gladiator 2 #gladiator fanfiction #Lucius verus imagine #paul mescal #gladiator movie

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marvel-snape-writes · 11 months ago

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What if snape fucking you in his potions closet and he has to muffle your cries with his big hand🫣and he tells you he’ll use truth serum on you if you don’t tell him exactly what you’re feeling 😵‍💫

Come On Time

Snape x original female character

18+ smuuuuuuuuut

2.5k words Thank you to whoever requested this, I hope I did it some kind of justice 🫣🫶

Severus recognised her footsteps the moment he heard them echoing down the corridor. His mind immediately fell victim to trying to guess what she would be wearing; something revealing to entice him what he could have later, something excessively covered up to keep him guessing, or, perhaps, nothing… just like a couple of nights before.

His head turned in the direction of her footsteps, though his face remained expressionless. Once she was in clear view, she flashed him a smile, but it did come across a little weary.

“Sorry, Professor, I—” She began before he cut her off abruptly.

“Were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.” He finished her sentence for her in his own words, though he more spat than spoke.

“I… got caught up.” She swallowed hard, able to feel his temper through the air.

“Sh.” He brought his index finger to his lips and glanced up and down the corridor before reaching behind him and placing his hand on the door handle, “Come quietly.”

She nodded and followed him inside, feeling her heart rate increased as the door shut behind her. He paced to the far end of the Potions Closet and huffed loudly, his cloak swishing as he moved.

“Time escaped me, Severus…” She spoke timidly as she walked cautiously behind him.

“Enough.” He raised his hand and turned around, “You were made fully aware of the amount of time I have between classes,” His eyes walked all over her body, his lips remaining parted before speaking again, “And, yet, you failed to come when I asked.”

“Severus— uh, Professor, it was not my intention to come so late,” She spoke uneasily, “I swear…”

“No… excuses…” He shook his head, moving their faces closer between words and raising one of his large hands to cup her face in.

“I-I’m sorry.” She whispered, daring to place her hands upon his chest.

“’Sorry’ just isn't going to cut it this time, I'm afraid.” He flashed her a smirk, their lips only inches apart this time.

“How long have you got?” She asked, tickling her lips against his.

“Fifteen minutes less than I'd like.” He grumbled, finally claiming her lips.

Her hands moved to hold onto the lapels of his large overcoat and she pulled him forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss almost immediately. Snape stumbled forward slightly and placed his hands against the shelf just above her shoulders to steady himself.

“Mm, desperate…” She teased as their bodies collided, kissing him now with parted lips.

“Do not test my patience any further, Eleanor…” His grip on the shelves tightened and his kisses became less forgiving.

Their eyes fell shut and Eleanor’s hand slipped down the front of his body until they met with the front of his trousers, instinctively massaging her palm against him with each kiss. Severus’ hands moved to her hips and he whimpered against her lips, feeling his neediness already beginning to become obvious in the crotch of his pants. He pulled at her bottom lip and pushed his body forward against hers, pausing slightly when he heard the several glass bottles knock against each other as the shelf wobbled.

“This won't do,” He spoke in between breaths, pulling back slightly, “We’ll cause too much of a disturbance if all these come tumbling down.”

“What, and throwing me around your Potions Closet won't cause a disturbance?” She smirked.

“Sometimes I only kiss you to shut- you- up.” He snarled against her lips, lifting her off the ground and placing her on his desk.

“Bloody charming.” She giggled, leaning up to kiss him as her hands immediately darted to his crotch, desperately trying to unfasten his pants.

Severus didn't respond this time, only by grunting harder against her lips. His hands found the hem of her dress and he pushed it up slightly, biting down on her bottom lip. His fingertips slipped under the hem of her dress this time and brushed back and forth over her tights that were clung skin-tight to her thighs. Eleanor’s hand purposefully slipped from the fastening of his pants to instead grasping his hardened length through the material. Only seconds after her hand found his cock, Severus’ hand found her neck and grasped it loosely.

“Do not taunt me,” He warned, nipping at her lips, “I assure you it will not result in a gentle outcome.”

“What if that's what I want?” She asked, gripping the crotch of his trousers again and tugging them open.

“First, you don't show up for me on time, and now…” He gasped quietly when he felt her pull the zip of his crotch down properly.

“And now, Professor?” She arched a brow, their lips less than an inch apart.

He didn’t answer.

“Has the sharp-tongued Professor finally lost his tongue, hm?” She began to smirk until Severus gripped her hips and pulled her off the table, spinning her around and pushing her against it.

“I don't know how you have the nerve…” He spoke each word sharply, grasping onto her thighs and roughly pushing them apart — silently to her delight.

“Hmm?” She placed her hands flat against the table, gasping with a wide grin as Severus reached between her legs this time and ripped a desperate hole in her tights, swallowing hard and then parting his lips when he noticed there was no further material underneath, “I came unaccompanied by underwear, what more could you want from me?”

“There comes a time,” He spoke as he frantically pushed down the front of his own underwear, “When she just needs to be bent over the desk, and asked…” His lip twitched as he lined himself up with her properly, wasting no time in thrusting his hips forward and leaning over her as his head dipped to whisper lowly into her ear, “’So, what's all that attitude about?’”

“Are you going to punish me, Professor?” She asked, biting down on her lip hard to try and stop herself from moaning now he was all the way inside her, “For not coming on time, hm?”

“Oh, I'm going to make you cum on time…” He gritted his teeth, starting to move his hips, “Cum on my time.”

Eleanor’s head fell forward in pleasure as Severus’ thrusts became more frequent and fast, trying her best to keep her moans to a minimum. Severus’ hands remained clamped onto her waist, shaking his hair out of his face as it began to move with each motion of his hips. His eyes fell shut and rolled back in pleasure, his jaw locking with each thrust.

“S-Sev, mmmh…” Eleanor whimpered, her grip on the table tightening as his thrusts from behind her only grew faster.

“Hold on tight, Princess, there's two whole days of not having you pent up in these thrusts.” He snarled, smirking wickedly as he briefly made the table legs squeak from the force of his hips.

“Two whole days of not having me, hm?” Eleanor grinned smugly and bit her lip for a few moments before speaking again, “Did you want me that badly, Professor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly, moaning several times under his breath as his length pulsated while it slid in and out of her with ease.

“And you didn't think to think of me and touch yourself?” She dared herself to ask. The grin remained on her lips for a few more short moments before letting out a pleasure-filled shriek when Severus’ response to her question was a harsh palm across her bottom.

He followed this with an assertive, “Do not be absurd.”

His hips gained a rough speed as if punishment for her question. It was punishment she liked, though; letting out a blissful cry. Severus let this one slide, also grunting himself each time he harshly thrust his hips forward. He squeezed his eyes shut from the delight of his throbbing length filling her perfectly each time his hips moved forward. Eleanor’s hands began to shake against the table as her grip weakened from the strength of his movements, moans now uncontrollably falling from her lips as he repeatedly slammed his hips forward. The sounds of her moans, however, were what shook him out of his trance; the sudden realisation that her moans could most likely be heard from outside the Potions Closet dawned on him — sending both fear and thrill of them both getting caught.

“Severus, fu-!” She tried to shout in pleasure before she found his large hand clasp around her mouth.

“Quiet!” He commanded, fighting off his own moan as he spoke shakily this time, “Y-You’ll get us caught…”

“Mmh, g.. f…bid… pe..pl…f…nd…ou…Prof…Sn..p…ac..t…lly…h…s…ex…” Was all that she could manage to murmur into the palm of his hand.

“What was that?” He snapped, thinning his lips when he felt her press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before he brought it away to allow her to speak properly.

“I-I said…” She tried to gather her breath in order to speak in full sentences and found this increasingly hard from the relentless thrusts of his hips now knocking her into the table each time, “God forbid people find out Professor Snape actually has sex…”

“Don't be a fucking brat.” He growled lowly, gripping onto her tighter.

“Or what?” She practically moaned out her words, her fingertips now turning white from how hard she was holding onto the moving table.

“Or I'll fuck you like a brat,” He spoke through gritted teeth, “And you’ll tell me exactly how it feels.”

“B..But…” She whimpered, already finding it hard not to make any sound, “H-How do I do that without us… g-getting caught?”

“You tell me and not the whole fucking world.” Severus fired back quickly, his movements stopping completely as he leaned over her to breathe into her ear, “Or I'll force-feed you the Truth Serum and then you’ll have no choice but to tell the whole world how you meet up with your old Professor in secret to fuck in his Potions Closet between lessons just so you can get a good reference from your work experience.”

“I…” She lost her breath — and train of thought — just from his words alone; turning her on even more than she thought possible.

“You can stand in front of everyone in the Great Hall and tell them how it feels to have your old Professor, the one that you despised so much, how it feels to have his cock pounding into you until you come apart for me…” He smirked evilly against her skin, pressing a singular kiss behind her ear before whispering even lower this time, “How, at times, I've had you beg for mercy, beg for faster, beg for harder… Beg on your knees for my cock.”

“S-Sev…” She could barely speak through her aroused state.

“Are you going to behave?” He spoke cruelly slowly into her ear, hovering his hand over her mouth again, “And tell mehow it feels? You won't even have to beg if you comply to simple instruction…”

She nodded, desperate to feel his movements again.

“Good girl.” He grinned wickedly and placed his hands against her hips again, standing up straight.

Eleanor braced herself, knowing she had earned herself a pleasure-filled punishing. Severus remained teasingly still for a few moments before he roughly began to plunge himself forward again, so hard Eleanor swore she could see stars.

“Fuck, Severus!” She gasped in a high pitched whisper, already having to grasp onto the table from the strength of his thrusts, “O-Only your cock is capable of doing this to me… making me feel like this.” She whimpered as her body began to shake in pleasure.

“That's because only my cock is allowed to do this…” He growled, a hint of possession in his voice.

“I-It feels so…” She bit her lip hard before her mouth fell open in delight, “S-So fucking good…”

The table squeaked beneath them and Severus’ fingertips began to dig into the material covering her hips. The two of them filled the Potions Closet with subtle noises of delight as their eyes remained tightly shut, both of them getting closer and closer to their climax.

“O-Oh, my… fuck.” Severus began to lose himself, his knees threatening to buckle as his hips continued at a merciless pace.

“I-I don't ever want another man to have me like this…” Eleanor panted out her words, the heat in the pit of her stomach starting to spread, “G-Good reference or not, no one can fuck me like you, Severus.”

“A-Agh!” Severus let out a strangled cry of pleasure, suddenly reaching his orgasm as a result of her words and in turn shocking himself and Eleanor at how quick it was.

“Sev! Mmm…” Eleanor moaned as his thrusts became more and more clumsy.

“C-Cum for me, Eleanor…” He leaned over her again, his lips lingering against the back of her neck as he continued to shoot his release inside her with each shaky thrust, “Fuck, I used to love it when we’d cum together. Cum for me… Now. Now!”

“P-Professor!” Her breathing almost cutout as her own climax shortly followed, sending tingles of bliss throughout her entire body. She gripped onto the table the best she could, and though she used it to bear her weight, the amount of pleasure coursing through her made her feel like she was about to collapse onto the floor.

They moved against one another until their orgasms were ridden out, the room now becoming filled with their heavy breathing and musky, scandalous scent instead. Severus stood up properly and inhaled deeply, tucking himself back into his pants and fastening them back up. He ran his fingers back through his hair in an attempt to fix it back into a presentable state as Eleanor readjusted her dress after straightening herself back up, both their faces flushed.

“Here,” Severus said firmly, reaching for a small goblet with liquid in which was placed on a conveniently close shelf and handing it to her, “I already made it before you came.”

“Hm?” She arched a brow, playfully playing dumb as she took the Contraceptive Potion from him, “What happens in the Potions Closet stays in the Potions Closet, right?”

“Something like that.” He nodded, though allowed a brief chuckle to escape his lips.

“Bold of you to assume I'd let you have your way with me in here.” She teased, drinking from the goblet.

“What's the difference between this time and every other spare moment we get without prying eyes or students?” Snape narrowed his eyes briefly, “Besides, I think what you mean to say is ‘bold of you to assume I was going to be late so had to make this potion before I arrived because you knew there would be little time after.’”

“Excuse me?!” Eleanor snorted out a quiet laugh, trying to come across as offended as she swatted his chest lightly.

“Oh, come on,” Severus rolled his eyes, “You can't even cum on time, let alone come on time.”

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yara0546 · 1 month ago

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୨୧ The heartbeat of a dream ✦ Jeong Jaehyun . . . 한 번의 샷 ; ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: actor!Jeong Jaehyun x female!reader

୨୧ word count: 2.5k word.

୨୧ Genre: fluff، relationship.

୨୧ Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

୨୧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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The bustling film set buzzed with controlled chaos. Cameras whirred, crew members scurried, and the air crackled with a nervous energy that was both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. I clutched the insulated lunch bag, its contents Jaehyun's favorite bibimbap carefully nestled inside, a small offering of comfort amidst the whirlwind. This was my first time visiting him on set, and the sheer scale of the operation was breathtaking.

I'd navigated the maze of trailers and equipment with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the frenetic pace around me. I'd texted Jaehyun earlier, letting him know I was here, but the sheer volume of people made finding him feel like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Finally, I spotted him. He was in the midst of a scene, his expression intense, his movements fluid and captivating. Even from a distance, his charisma was undeniable. He was effortlessly handsome, even when sweat beaded on his forehead and his hair was slightly dishevelled. The character he portrayed, a brooding, conflicted detective, seemed to suit him perfectly.

The scene ended with a flourish, and the director called for a break. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. As he approached, his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, held a hint of exhaustion. The weight of the role, the pressure of the production, it all seemed to rest on his shoulders.

"Jagiya," he breathed, his voice a soft melody that cut through the surrounding noise. His embrace was warm and comforting, a haven from the storm of the set. He smelled faintly of sweat and something subtly floral – his cologne, perhaps.

"I brought you lunch," I said, holding out the bag. His smile, when he saw it, was worth more than any award.

"My angel," he murmured, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the bag. He opened it carefully, his eyes widening at the sight of his favorite dish.

We found a quiet corner, tucked away from the hustle and bustle. He ate with gusto, his usual elegant demeanor replaced by a contented sigh with each mouthful. We talked about the scenes he'd filmed, the challenges he faced, the small joys that punctuated his day. He told me about a particularly difficult scene, his frustration palpable, and I listened, offering words of encouragement, a silent shoulder to lean on.

The break ended too soon. He had to return to the set, his face regaining the intensity of his character. Before he left, he held my hand, his thumb caressing my knuckles.

"Thank you for coming," he whispered, his eyes filled with a depth of gratitude that made my heart swell. "It means the world to me."

I watched him walk away, his presence still radiating warmth even from a distance. The chaotic energy of the set seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the quiet contentment of having shared a small moment of peace with the man I loved. The journey back home felt lighter, my heart filled with the memory of his smile, the scent of his cologne lingering faintly on my clothes. It was a day filled with unexpected encounters, a day that reaffirmed the depth of our connection, a day that proved that even amidst the whirlwind of life, love could find a quiet corner to flourish.

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The following days were a blur of activity. I continued to visit Jaehyun on set, bringing him lunch, a small act of love amidst the chaos. I learned to navigate the set with more confidence, recognizing familiar faces, understanding the unspoken language of the crew. I even found myself chatting with some of the staff, discovering their own stories, their own passions.

One day, I stumbled upon a quiet corner where Jaehyun was practicing his lines. He was completely absorbed in his character, his voice low and intense, his movements precise and powerful. Watching him, I gained a new appreciation for his dedication, his commitment to his craft.

Another day, I saw him interacting with the child actor who played his son in the drama. His demeanor was completely different playful, gentle, filled with an almost paternal warmth. It was a side of him I rarely saw, a glimpse into his capacity for love and compassion.

These behind the scenes moments revealed a different side of Jaehyun the vulnerability beneath the polished exterior, the dedication that fueled his passion, the compassion that touched the lives of those around him. It was a privilege to witness these moments, to be a part of his world, even in a small way. My visits weren't just about bringing him lunch; they were about sharing a piece of my life with him, about supporting him in his dreams, about being a constant in his ever-changing world. And in turn, he shared his world with me, revealing a depth and complexity that only those closest to him could witness. The experience transformed my understanding of him, deepened my love, and enriched my life in ways I never anticipated.

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One afternoon, while waiting for Jaehyun to finish a scene, I found myself chatting with the director, a kind, older man with a twinkle in his eye. He’d been observing me for a while, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"You're a lucky woman," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "Jaehyun doesn't often let people see this side of him."

I blushed, my heart fluttering at his words. "He's amazing," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a warm, comforting sound. "He is. He pours his heart and soul into his work. But he also needs someone to ground him, someone to remind him of the world outside the cameras."

His words resonated deeply. I realized that my role wasn't just about bringing him lunch; it was about providing him with a sense of normalcy, a connection to the life he cherished beyond the demanding world of acting.

Later that day, a surprise visitor arrived on set – Jaehyun’s mother. She was a warm, elegant woman, her eyes filled with pride as she watched her son work. She greeted me warmly, her smile as radiant as the sun. We spent the afternoon chatting, sharing stories about Jaehyun, discovering shared memories and unspoken connections. It was a beautiful moment, a testament to the love and support that surrounded him.

Jaehyun’s mother’s visit added another layer to my understanding of him. It was a glimpse into his family life, his roots, the foundation upon which his success was built. It reinforced the importance of my role in his life – not just as a lover, but as a constant source of support and understanding, a connection to the life he held dear.

That evening, as Jaehyun and I walked hand-in-hand towards his car, the city lights twinkling around us, he turned to me, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity.

"Thank you," he said, his voice soft but firm. "For everything."

His words were simple, yet they held a depth of meaning that resonated within me. It wasn't just about the lunches, or the visits, or the quiet moments shared on set. It was about the unwavering support, the unconditional love, the quiet strength I offered him amidst the chaos of his demanding career. It was about being his anchor, his refuge, his safe harbor in a world that often felt turbulent and unpredictable. And in that moment, I knew that my role in his life was far more significant than I had ever imagined.

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The final day of filming arrived too quickly. The atmosphere on set was bittersweet – a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and a touch of sadness. Everyone was working hard, but there was a palpable sense of anticipation for the wrap party.

I brought Jaehyun his final lunch – a simple but elegant Korean stew, a comfort food to celebrate the end of a long journey. He ate it slowly, savoring each bite, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and exhaustion.

The wrap party was a vibrant affair, filled with laughter, congratulations, and a sense of camaraderie. Jaehyun was surrounded by his cast and crew, his face beaming with genuine happiness. He raised a toast, thanking everyone for their hard work and dedication. His speech was heartfelt, his words expressing gratitude and appreciation for the team that had helped him bring his character to life.

As the party wound down, Jaehyun and I found ourselves standing alone, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. He took my hand, his touch gentle yet firm.

"It's over," he said, his voice soft, a hint of melancholy in his tone. "But it's also a new beginning."

I smiled, my heart filled with a mixture of emotions. The end of the drama marked a significant milestone in his career, but it also meant a return to a more normal life, a life we would share together.

"I'm proud of you," I said, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "You were amazing."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "And I'm grateful for you," he replied, his voice low and tender. "For being my anchor, my support, my love, through it all."

As we walked hand in hand towards our car, the city lights illuminating our path, I knew that our journey together was far from over. This chapter had ended, but a new one was just beginning, a chapter filled with the promise of love, laughter, and a future filled with shared dreams. The memory of his dedication, his passion, his vulnerability, and the quiet moments we shared on set, would forever be etched in my heart, a testament to the enduring power of love and support.

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walkintomymystery · 3 months ago

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Fall Into Me

(Set after Sonic 3 - Alternate Ending)

Defeated, world-weary, and impossibly lost, Shadow allows himself to be taken back into G.U.N custody. While they decide his fate, he is housed in a secret facility hidden deep in the heart of one of the country's National Parks. Still reeling from the heartbreaks that have shaped his life, Shadow never expected to find the closest thing to a home he'd known in over fifty years.

Pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x Original Female Character

Warnings for this chapter: none!

Chapter Three

It took all his strength to open his eyes.

Shadow immediately knew that something was wrong, but his thoughts were scattered and impossible to retrieve. He even had to remind himself to breathe.

Time seemed to slow as his consciousness coagulated, and all the while he stared at the floor, just trying to remember who he was, where he was, what he was doing there.

Slowly, his senses came back to him, one at a time. The burning heat beating down on his back. The taste of copper under his tongue. The roar of bullets all around him.

Shadow was bent double, kneeling against cold, hard metal. Finally, instinct kicked in and he tried to move, but his wrists were bolted to the floor. The bracers he’d been shackled with were stuck fast to the ground, as if magnetised.

The noise was deafening now, gunfire and screaming, shattering glass and sparking metal. Shadow tried in vain to pin his ears to his head to block it out but nothing helped.

He tried to move again, groaning with the effort, but he was trapped. He wanted to raise his head but the position he was stuck in meant he could only see a foot or so in front of him. The gnawing in his muscles was starting to grow painful.

Teeth bared in a frustrated growl, Shadow tried to push up, tried to raise his chin to at least see where he was, but his arms were thrust out in front of him, keeping him pinned. His back ached, his muscles searing. And still, that awful noise, screaming and screeching, pain and endless tragedy.

“Shadow!”

His heart dropped in his chest, then surged forward, pushing against his ribs.

Shadow forced his head up as far as he could. In the distance, he saw a familiar flash of pale blue.

“Shadow, help me! They’re almost here! Help, please! I don’t know where grandpa is. Sha-”

A gunshot split the air in two.

Shadow shot up in bed, scrabbling at the sheets. He gasped, pulling in a sharp breath, but the air was so cold, it made his lungs contract.

Panic muddled his thoughts. He practically fell out of bed, staggering like a fawn on unsteady legs. He could still hear gunfire crackling all around him.

Shadow clutched at his chest, trying to ease a pain he still wasn’t used to, and stumbled to catch his balance.

“Ma…” He tried to form the word but it caught in his throat, choking him. “Mari…”

Still gasping for air despite the shocking pain, he shot out his arm and grabbed onto the nearest solid thing, the back of a chair. It was so dark, Shadow could hardly see his own hand in front of him.

It had felt so real. It still felt real.

Pulling in another deep breath, Shadow found a spot on the wall in front of him and fixed his gaze there.

Just a dream. Just another bad dream. But Maria’s voice still echoed in his ears. If it wasn’t real, then why did it hurt so much?

Shadow’s grip tightened on the back of the chair.

His body had reacted as if he were really in danger. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his blood, awakening every muscle, preparing him to stand his ground or run for cover.

That was twice he’d drifted off now. It was more sleep than he’d gotten in his entire life thus far. He’d never felt the need before. The slow creep of fatigue had always been completely foreign to him. If this was the new normal, he didn’t want it.

Shadow’s gaze dropped to the band around his wrist, outstretched in front of him.

‘Bracers’. That’s what the fox had called them. A neat solution to cut him off from his powers.

Shadow turned his wrist over, studying the brassy ring that completely covered his own.

They were heavy and clumsy. He still hadn’t got used to the weight of them. They threw off his balance, and the dull static that rolled through his body from their mechanism was starting to make his jaw ache.

The fox had them on her own wrists. So these people, whoever they were, controlled her powers too.

He’d never seen anyone with that kind of telekinetic control before. The strength in her movement, the flash of fire behind her eyes, was formidable. The fox was a force to be reckoned with. She seemed to mean him no harm, but then, people never did at first.

Shadow slowly unpicked his fingers from the back of the chair. The room had stilled at last.

He took a step back, then another, until the backs of his legs hit the bed.

It was so quiet. How could a base packed full of humans be completely silent? Even the ARK used to reverberate gently with the sound of the engines, a low hum of a lullaby for all onboard.

With a sickening lurch, Shadow wondered if the bracers had dulled his senses permanently. There was a time he could feel the planet turn. He could hear whispered voices as clear as a bell and anticipate the moves of others before they themselves had even thought to make them.

Now, he felt as if he were underwater, several feet below the churning surface, reaching and grasping but never getting anywhere. If he didn’t focus, the world felt distant and fragile, like everything was blanketed in a thick layer of snow.

Never had he been so grateful for the power instilled in him at his conception. Now that Shadow knew what it was like to live without it, he would never forsake that gift again. If he ever got it back.

Slowly, Shadow straightened up. His heart had finally fallen into a steady rhythm again.

Still fighting to take control of his breathing, he sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was firm and hardly gave way as he sank down. A bed fit for an army base.

But the fox, Kit, she said this was a research centre. A labyrinthine laboratory hidden within the heart of a national park, miles from any towns, or people, or a way off this awful planet. It didn’t make sense.

With a sigh, Shadow lay down on his side and stared into the darkness.

Outside, thunder rolled across the sky, growling and clawing at the walls of his room. There were no windows, but he could practically feel the rain beating the ground outside, churning up the earth as well as his dreams.

Dreams. He’d hadn’t dreamt for such a long time, not since the ARK. On the rare occasion he did drift off, it was beside Maria’s hospital bed, or while she read aloud from one of her many, many books.

Back then, his dreams left him with a warm feeling of belonging, the safety of family. They were all gone now. He was the only one left. And now that his body craved sleep, there were only nightmares to fill the void.

Shadow gazed around his new room. His eyes had finally had time to adjust, so now he could pick out the squarish shapes of the furniture and a slight sheen off the spines of the books they’d given him.

Know your enemy.

Shadow slipped off the bed and tucked his fingertip over the edge of one of the books. If he was going to be stuck here indefinitely, he should learn all he could.

He flicked on the lamp, then sat down at the table in the corner and began to read.

The first book contained a map of the area. With aching eyes, Shadow studied the landscape, the rocks and the trees, the mountains and the deep blue rivers that snaked through the forests. There was nothing for miles, just endless, empty woodland.

The next book offered information about the history of the border between this country and its neighbour. The next was a heavy tome listing all the flora and fauna that could be found in the National Park.

He drank it all in, absorbing all the information he could. Shadow read all night long, while the storm raged outside.

When morning finally rolled in, Shadow heard muffled movement in the room next to his. His neighbour was getting ready to start their shift.

Shadow could hear footsteps in the hall too, scientists, cooks, guards, all on their way to work. He ignored them, and returned his attention to the passage before him about the history of the park.

The knock at the door shouldn’t have surprised him. Shadow grimaced. He was having trouble getting used to the dullness of senses. He should have heard his visitor coming long before they got close to the door.

There was another knock. Then a voice called out,

“Shadow? I’m here to take you to breakfast.”

Kit.

He waited with his ears flicked towards the door, his gaze still on the open page before him.

Kit knocked again, louder this time. She was right, she was persistent.

“Shadow?”

He waited in silence, not moving, hardly breathing.

“C’mon, Shadow. We’re not so bad. I just wanna show you around the base. You can come back to your room right after.”

Finally, after a wait that seemed to stretch on for hours, he heard Kit sigh and walk back down the corridor.

Shadow hesitated to relax just yet. Perhaps she’d gone to get a couple of guards to break down the door.

He waited there for a few moments, listening intently for any sign that he was about to be hoisted roughly from his room, but nothing came. She’d left him alone, for now.

This went on for three days.

Shadow stayed in his room, in the dark. To keep his mind active, he devoured every book on the shelf, and searched his room from top to bottom for cameras or microphones, but came up empty-handed. He read the books again, from cover to cover. Anything to stave off the creeping, awful lure of sleep.

Sleep meant nightmares. Sleep meant letting his guard down. Sleep was unnatural and unusual to him. He didn’t want it, he knew in his core he didn’t need it, and Shadow would use every last ounce of his remaining strength to keep it at bay.

Every morning, at around the same time, Kit knocked on the door. She called his name, told him it was time for breakfast, waited and waited, then gave up and left.

On the second day, she came back in the evening to tell him that dinner was being served in the dining hall.

Shadow’s stomach growled at the thought, but he stayed silent. He would not give in so easily.

At night, he lay in bed shivering. Shadow had never felt anything like it. Growing up on the temperature-controlled ARK meant he’d never felt the cold before. He was sure he’d still be freezing even if he did have his powers.

Shadow tried and tried to resist getting under the covers. So far, he’d managed to keep sleep, and the nightmares, at arm’s length, but the pull of the warm blankets soon grew too strong.

On his third pale, bleak morning, Shadow opened the wardrobe they’d given him. Inside, hanging from a rail, were a number of different clothes in every colour imaginable, as if whoever had left them for him hadn’t dared to guess what he might like.

Shadow huffed. How embarrassing, to be reduced to this.

He pulled down a navy blue shirt, then changed his mind. He pulled down a deep red sweater and slipped it over his head, adjusting and pulling at the material until it sat comfortably over his quills.

He threw the shirt over the bulky, grey box that sat on his bedside table. It had two wide, staring eyes, and a series of buttons at its heart. He couldn’t imagine what it must be for, communication, security, perhaps both. All he knew was that if they were going to plant a camera somewhere, it would be right between its round sockets.

Feeling utterly defeated, Shadow climbed back into bed and stared at the ceiling. The blankets and sheets they’d provided barely warded off the cold, but it was better than nothing.

Shadow tucked his nose under the collar of his sweater and closed his eyes, willing morning to come soon.

On his fourth day at The Hill, Shadow watched the door, waiting.

Reliable as ever, he heard the sounds of his neighbour stirring, then the endless drum of footsteps out in the hall.

At last, beneath it all, he heard the distinctive step of Kit’s boots.

Shadow opened the door a fraction of a second after she knocked.

He must have surprised her because Kit froze, her hand still high in the air, her knuckles edged towards him.

She recovered quickly though. With an easy smile he recognised from their first meeting, Kit lowered her arm.

“He lives!”

She took him in with a glance, the raw exhaustion in his eyes, the way hunger arched his back, then finally, the sweater he’d pulled on to keep himself warm.

He thought he saw the briefest flash of concern in her face before she plastered a smirk over it.

“Well, don’t you look handsome.”

Shadow stayed silent. Not that it mattered. Kit seemed to have a talent for guessing what he was thinking. That, or she didn’t care, and barrelled on regardless.

“See, I think there must have been some kind of miscommunication,” Kit raised her eyebrows. “I said, ‘I’ll come by tomorrow to show you around’. And you heard ‘lock yourself in your room and starve yourself for three days’.”

Still, Shadow said nothing. Kit was more than capable of filling the silences unaided.

She waited, hoping for a rebuttal, a bit of fight from the most fearsome force in the galaxy, and seemed disappointed when she came up empty.

“Easily done, I guess,” she said quietly.

Shadow let his gaze slip away from her to watch a human emerge from the room opposite his. The man, an engineer by the look of his uniform, merely spared them a cursory glance before heading off to work.

Shadow looked back at Kit when he caught her looking him up and down. She was clearly as curious about him as the scientist that had examined him when he first arrived. He was curious about her too, though where Kit found amusement, he found only exasperation and fear.

“You seem to be under the impression that you’re funny,” he said at last.

Surprised to hear him speak, Kit’s large ears flicked, twitching in his direction.

They truly were ridiculous. Shadow found it hard to hold her gaze, his eyes kept drifting upwards.

“I do, don’t I.” Kit crossed her arms, bunching up the oversized T-shirt she wore to keep herself warm. “Now you’re here, I can give you the tour.”

She turned and headed up the corridor, towards the hubbub of life he’d been avoiding for four days.

Shadow stayed in the doorway, obstinate and calm, though beneath the surface, his patience was already wearing thin.

“I don’t want a tour.”

Kit looked back at him over her shoulder, annoyingly confident, completely at ease.

“Only Santa Clause cares about what you want, Shadow.”

“Who is-”

He stopped, his mind turning over and over as memories sluggishly rose to the surface.

In the last month of the year, Gerald would always make sure to bring seasonal festivities to that tiny corner of the ARK that felt like home. He vaguely remembered a big, jolly man in a red suit through the haze of his early years, and Maria’s wide, excited smile.

Shadow brushed the sickening mist of nostalgia from his vision.

He had to focus, though hunger and exhaustion clawed divertingly at the back of his mind. He needed to eat, he needed a better understanding of his surroundings, and he needed his questions answered. Time to figure out just how much danger he was really in.

Shadow drew in a breath, then closed the door to his room and followed after Kit.

She showed him to the cafeteria first, where she grabbed them both some breakfast. Kit pointed out which foods she generally avoided and which, despite appearances, were actually rather nice. Shadow decided to trust her experience.

The cafeteria was enormous. At least a hundred neat rows of tables and chairs filled the room, and the air was thick with sleepy chatter.

Somehow, he still managed to be the centre of attention. Shadow could feel a thousand pairs of eyes on his back wherever they walked. Kit seemed to pass through without much reaction though. Some of the humans even greeted her warmly by name.

Food in hand, Kit led Shadow through the base, pointing out any areas of interest along the way.

The base consisted of seven floors, all hidden deep within the heart of the mountain.

Ground level, where they were, housed the cafeteria, the mess and some of the sleeping quarters. The floor above, Kit said, was for storage. Beneath their feet was another floor of dormitories, then below that were four levels of laboratories, work spaces, and more storage for all the equipment needed to keep such a large base running smoothly.

Kit spoke easily as she showed him around, enthusiastic and relaxed, as if she really were his tour guide and she’d made the same spiel a hundred times.

Shadow couldn’t get a read on her. Confident and unafraid, Kit spoke to him as if she thought they might soon be good friends.

Shadow said nothing. When in doubt, keep silent. Only speak when absolutely necessary. That was the best way to survive.

But was that something he really needed to worry about? He was always watchful, but Kit had assured him that he would be safe here. No one wanted to harm him, she’d said. She seemed to believe it. But he’d been lied to so many times before.

Shadow thought he might be allowed to slip off back to his room after the tour but instead, Kit led him outdoors, through the same entranceway they brought him through when he first arrived.

In the daylight, the scene was completely different. Once a sparse, black wilderness, the clearing that surrounded the foot of the great mountain range was now glowing with life.

Above him stretched the bluest sky Shadow had ever seen. There wasn't a single cloud. Warm golden light streamed down like water, soaking the grass and warming his still aching muscles.

The air smelt clean and sweet. No acrid smog, no sparking metal, no fear. Just a soft breeze floating through the trees and the smell of flowers he couldn’t name.

He looked round to find Kit had sat down against the mountain’s flank, resting her back against the mossy rock.

Shadow hesitated before joining her. He crossed one leg over the other and carefully sank to the ground, his fingers splayed at his sides.

His heart thumped in his chest as more memories rose in his mind.

One of Maria’s wishes had been to lay in the grass again, to run her fingertips over feathered seed pods and dig her nails into sun-warmed soil.

Shadow found himself thinking, not for the first time, that it should be her sitting here instead of him. It didn’t even occur to him that it was the first time he’d ever felt the grass beneath his feet.

“Here.”

Kit passed him one of the pastries she’d chosen for them, holding it aloft in the centre of her palm. When Shadow barely acknowledged it, she sighed.

“Please. For me.”

Shadow could have laughed. He watched Kit rethink her strategy.

“For yourself, then.”

Shadow’s stomach growled. Though a voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to not give in, to just wait it out a few more days, he knew that the only way to stay strong and keep his wandering mind sharp was to eat.

Begrudgingly, he took the pastry, making sure that his fingers didn’t brush Kit’s hand. He took a tentative bite, ignoring the enormous smile that broke across his keeper’s face.

Satisfied, Kit relaxed back against the rock and tilted her chin up to the sky.

She truly seemed not to fear him. Kit had said in their first meeting that she’d read all about him, and seen all available footage of the chaos he caused after he was taken out of stasis, but she wasn’t afraid. Perhaps she thought she was stronger than him, and Shadow supposed she was while his bracers were switched on, but her arrogance could be his advantage.

Kit nodded towards the tree line.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it. Lisa says there are hundreds of National Parks across this country, some are twice as big as this one. Once you’ve been here a little longer, I think she’ll let you come out on patrol with me.”

She took a bite of her own breakfast, then nudged his arm with her elbow, encouraging him to keep eating.

Shadow scowled, but did take another bite.

The raspberry danish she’d chosen for him was so sweet, he almost couldn’t bear it. Sickly and chewy, it stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he had to poke it at it with the tip of his tongue to free it.

“There’s a huge river a few miles that way that ends up in a waterfall. I’ve never gone that far but maybe we could hike out and see it sometime. And there’s this meadow I like to go to. The flowers start to die around this time of year but there’s still grass, taller than me. Even with these ears.”

She grinned at him, but Shadow found her irreverence aggravating.

“Patrol?” he repeated

“Mm?”

“You talked about going on patrol.”

“It’s part of the work we do here. The park is home to hundreds of different species, there’s fish in the lakes, bears, deer, birds, lynx, everything you could think of. But the humans have ruined their own climate. You wouldn’t think it but this ecosystem is dying. Reversing that is part of Lisa’s work.”

Shadow watched a pair of soldiers tramp through the grass in their big, heavy boots. They spoke in hushed voices, stealing glances at him, but didn't dare to meet his gaze. They didn’t seem like conservationists.

“Lisa. She’s a scientist?”

“Yeah, she’s worked here for years. They’ve been studying the biodiversity in the forest. The soldiers work as fire watchers too.”

The sun was still steadily rising through the sky, bathing them in warm orange light.

Kit pushed her arms up above her head, stretching and basking in the sunlight, and Shadow fought the urge to do the same.

“Wildfires are very common in Glacier. I left some books about the park in your room, did you find them? I thought you might like to learn about where you’ll be staying. There’s only one main road in the park but the woodland is dense. People get lost out here easily. We help them get back on the right track. A lot of important work goes on here. This is a good place.”

Shadow couldn’t resist sneering at that.

Of course, Kit noticed immediately.

“You don’t trust scientists.”

“I can’t trust anyone.”

“Well, you can trust Lisa.”

“She made these?”

He held up his wrists. The bracers still buzzed unpleasantly, a steady, uncomfortable shockwave that turned his stomach and made his head swim.

Kit nodded, her hand coming up to absentmindedly rest against one of her own bracers.

“Her and her colleagues.”

Shadow scoffed.

“This is environmental science?”

“I think we count as ‘environmental’.”

Kit smiled again. She was always doing that. It was infuriating.

Shadow didn’t like the implication that they had anything in common. Just because they were both alien on this planet, it didn’t mean that they were anything alike, just like with Sonic and his friends. There was no ‘we’. Only ‘him’ and ‘them’. The fox needed to decide whose side she was on.

Shadow huffed and tucked his index finger under one of his bracers, trying to ease the ache that it sent shooting through his bones.

“You said I’m free here, that there are no bars and no handcuffs. What would you call these?”

Kit shrugged.

“A precaution.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I understand it. We’re allowed wherever we want. We’re given food and warmth and safety. In return, they just ask that our powers are under control.”

“I can control mine just fine.”

A soft breeze swept through the clearing, pooling at the foot of the mountain and rolling over them.

Shadow watched the wind play with Kit’s short hair.

Something seemed to pass between them. Shadow had bared his teeth, metaphorically and literally. Kit could either step back or stand her ground.

Unsurprisingly, she seemed unfazed. Kit just smiled again, though perhaps that was her way of hiding how nervous she really was.

“I knew you’d come round, eventually,” Kit said, sounding almost smug as she deftly changed the subject. “You couldn’t stay in your room forever.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t send your soldiers in after me.”

“They’re not my soldiers. And anyway, I knew you were okay. I could still hear you moving around.”

Shadow’s scowl deepened.

“What?”

Kit flicked her left ear, drawing attention to them again.

“I could hear you.”

Shadow’s teeth clenched together, tightening his jaw till it ached.

Indignity upon indignity. It wasn’t bad enough that they were keeping him here or that they watched his every move and controlled his body, he had been assigned a keeper with hearing so acute, she could pick out his movements from three rooms away.

She really was an odd sort of creature. She was all out of proportion. Kit was shorter than him but her long ears technically made her taller, balanced out by her long, fox’s tail that swayed from side to side as she walked.

A fennec, she’d said. He supposed he’d heard stories of the different species across the galaxy, but Shadow couldn’t remember ever hearing about a tribe like hers.

Inside the base, he’d thought her fur was black like his, but now in the sunlight, he could see it was actually deep purple, apart from the whitish spots that freckled up her nose, between her eyes, to her forehead. He’d seen the same colour in the books she’d left for him, in hyacinths and blackcurrants, violets and figs.

Her eyes were like lavender, bright and expressive, and Shadow found it hard to hold her gaze for too long without feeling like she could see right into him.

Instead, he looked back at the tree line. The pines reached so high, they seemed to brush the turquoise sky. The woodland stretched back until it disappeared into a dark smudge on the horizon. The mountain range they had their backs to was just one of many in the park; he'd read about them in another of the books Kit left for him.

“Listen, I know it’s strange,” Kit went on, her voice much softer now, to the point of earnestness. “But don’t worry about the soldiers. They aren’t always the most trusting but the scientists here are all very kind. They just want to work. And they’re curious about other worlds like mine.”

Foreboding pushed its long, cold fingers into Shadow’s stomach and slowly closed into a fist, gripping him tight.

“Are they curious about me?” he asked, though he dreaded the answer.

“We all are,” Kit shrugged again. “Who wouldn’t be?”

It was an unsettling thought. Shadow still didn’t know what he was doing here. A part of him was too afraid to ask. He’d never backed down from a fight before, but these people had him over a barrel. He was powerless, completely lost, and guarded at all times by someone incredibly powerful but unabashedly interested in him, a worrying combination.

If they wanted his powers, they would’ve taken them already. If they wanted him dead, he wouldn’t be sitting here, eating breakfast and enjoying the sunshine. It was much more likely that they needed him for something, and Kit was their ambassador. But what would she gain from that?

“It really is safe here, Shadow. I know it must be scary but nothing can hurt you here. You could have a purpose. You could use your skills and your power to help people.”

“Why should I?”

His words held more venom than he intended but he didn’t care.

Human beings had brought only pain and suffering to his life. What had they ever done for him except take away the only things he’d ever cared about, the only home he’d ever known? Their selfishness and their greed would be their undoing, why should he stop them tearing themselves apart?

Kit tilted her head at him. She had the audacity to appear confused.

“Isn’t that why you were created?” she asked. “To help people?”

Something sharp twisted in Shadow’s gut. With a low, rumbling growl, he thrust out his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Kit’s other hand instinctively rose up as fire flashed in her eyes, but she did not summon her power to her. She kept it under the tips of her fingers, her whole body shaking with the effort.

Shadow pulled Kit close, her body twisted in towards his, until his nose was mere inches from hers.

“Do not,” Shadow seethed. “Presume for a single second that you know anything about me.”

He could barely get the words out from between his bared teeth. He chewed them up, spat them out, his fist tightening around Kit’s wrist.

She felt so small and snappable in his hand. The perpetual look of self-assured snark was gone, as was her irritating smile. Not so confident now.

“You will never know me. That’s mine. There are some things even humans will not and cannot take from me.”

Kit’s ears flattened against her head, her mouth falling open in surprise. She tightened her free hand into a fist, her eyes beginning to burn with purple fire, but her powers remained beneath the surface, broiling and trembling, but restrained.

“I’m not human,” Kit said, her voice low.

Her warm breath brushed his cheek. Shadow could feel her pulse hammering under his fingers.

He snarled.

“If you help keep me here, you may as well be.”

Shadow tightened his grip on her wrist, curious as to what she would do, but Kit still didn’t summon her powers. What was she waiting for? He was right, he was too valuable to damage. Kit was obviously under strict instructions to not be too rough with him.

His own power lay out of reach. He tried to stretch out to it, call it to him, but the connection had been broken.

Shadow felt a chill seep up his back, making his fur stand on end and his chest tighten. He felt lost and angry and frightened, there wasn’t a safe place for Kit, for anyone, to stand.

But then the fire in Kit’s eyes died, and he felt her muscles go slack under his hand. She lifted her head back, moving away from him, and Shadow decided to let her go, allowing her to sit with her back against the rock again.

Her eyes never left him though, wary and watchful, but still not fearful. What would it take for her to finally understand the danger she was inflicting upon herself by trying to get close to him?

Feeling suddenly worn out by the day, Shadow rose to stand. He tapped the toe of his right shoe against the ground three times in quick succession, drawing attention to the battered old sneakers he’d dug out of the closet.

“I want my shoes back,” he said. “And more books.”

He felt Kit’s eyes on his back as he turned to leave but she didn’t rise to follow him.

“What, really?” she called out, and that irreverent lilt was back in her voice. “You’ve read them all already?”

Shadow didn’t respond. He just kept walking, his head bowed to avoid catching the gaze of any soldiers who passed him by.

Kit was right about one thing, he did appear free to move around wherever he liked. No one stopped him, or spared him more than a second glance as he headed back inside the base, through the winding corridors to his room.

He locked the door behind him and curled up on his bed, tucking his knees up into his chest.

Shadow pulled in shaky breath after shaky breath, his lungs shuddering and flitting like a hummingbird’s wing, until finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He began to cry.

Shadow lay there, his body shaking and trembling uncontrollably, until night fell.

Kit watched him go.

Her heart was still pounding like a bass drum, in her wrists, her ears, her neck. She could feel her blood pumping round her body, adrenaline pooling in every nerve. More than anything, she could still feel Shadow’s hand around her wrist.

Kit pulled in a long breath and slipped her hand around the ghost of his. The leather of his gloves had rubbed her fur uncomfortably. She wouldn’t be surprised if she had a bruise there tomorrow. Even without his powers, Shadow was strong, and a disquieting presence to be close to.

His eyes. Kit couldn’t get them out of her head. Every time she closed her own, she could see scarlet burning through the darkness, the hot glow of a collapsing star, a power unlike anything the galaxy had ever seen.

When she finally felt strong enough to stand, her legs felt uncertain beneath her, and Kit thought she might stumble if she didn’t have the mountainside to lean against.

Not so bad for a first day, Kit thought, trying to keep positive. There was plenty of time for Shadow to warm up to her.

She followed his path back towards the base’s main entrance, but headed for the elevator rather than the sleeping quarters.

Kit travelled down two floors to Lisa’s favourite workspace, a huge array of research labs that filled the entire storey.

Each room was enormous, and consisted of enough stations that everyone had the freedom and the space to work without getting in someone else’s way.

Microscopes, boxy computers, sheets and sheets of research pinned together in files, shelves and shelves of equipment, and an all manner of brightly coloured chemicals filled the room.

Kit’s nose immediately wrinkled. Even after all this time, she couldn’t get used to the sharp scents of disinfectant, charred metal, and latex gloves.

She found Lisa at her usual workbench, tying up her long brown hair to keep it out of her face.

When she saw Kit, she smiled, and pushed her round glasses further up her nose.

“Any luck today?”

Kit twisted her mouth, unsure of how to answer.

She hopped up onto one of the stools and leaned over the workbench, propping up her chin on her hand.

She supposed in a lot of ways, today had been a success, but she still had so much work to do. Shadow seemed more out of reach than ever.

“I finally got him to eat,” Kit offered. “And I showed him where everything is so hopefully he’ll start wandering around on his own soon. He asked a lot of questions, Lisa.”

“Well, that’s okay. So long as you were careful.”

“I was, don’t worry.”

Kit’s gaze dropped to her left wrist.

Shadow’s words rang like a bell in her head. He’d pulled her so close to him, she could feel every ragged rise and fall of his chest, and the power that lay dormant behind his eyes.

He could have snapped her wrist. He could have pinned her down, knocked her out or worse, and run off into the woods, but he didn’t. Instead, Shadow had warned her to back off, and sharply reminded her that she had no idea what she was dealing with. Not quite the monster he was made out to be, then.

“He wants his shoes back,” Kit said.

Lisa frowned.

“He won’t be able to use them. Without his chaos energy, they’re just shoes.”

As she spoke, she took a large white box from under the counter and carefully prised off its lid. Lisa pulled out yards and yards of stark black electrical wire and velcro pads, and began organising them on the bench.

Kit studied the hypnotic movement of her hands, her mind still turning and turning, over and over.

“It might make him more helpful.”

“We’ll see.”

Lisa raised a circular black harness, loosening the buckles between her deft hands. When she thought she’d got it to the right size, she held it above Kit’s head, waiting for permission.

“Ready to start?”

Kit stared at the headset, and considered Lisa’s question.

She felt tired today. Waiting four days for Shadow to emerge had taken a toll on her. Every morning she worried about him, every night she had to explain why she still hadn’t made any progress. And now she’d actually had a conversation with him, she felt as if all the energy had been sapped from her body.

A small part of her wondered if she’d be able to say ‘no’ if she wanted to, but Kit brushed the thought away. That was ridiculous. Lisa just wanted to help her. And if Kit could do anything to repay the kindness she and the other scientists had shown her, she wouldn’t miss a beat to do it.

Kit forced a smile and nodded, lowering her head so that Lisa could place the harness over her head.

“Sure.”

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