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sabokunsmalia · 1 year ago

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featuring: mentions of erwin smith x fem!reader ; mostly levi ackerman x fem!reader anime: attack on titan content warning: smut, mdni!! ; oral (fem! receiving), cheating, mentions of oral (m!receiving) hi it's malia: i love erwin, really. but this just seems so plausible, maybe because i would burn the world down for levi so hahahah.

He dragged you along to another event, hosted for him. A celebration for destroying another wave of Titans, who would have crushed Wall Maria once again. Erwin has been working hard the past days, having sleepless nights in his office as the stack of papers slowly vanished. With just one arm, the commander wasn’t as fast as before anymore, having to take small coffee breaks between the hours to let the muscles in his left arm relax.

But throughout attempting to please the government further with his anticipation to expand the lands, and maybe offer a plan for complete freedom to the population, Erwin forgot that someone was waiting in his chambers at night. You slept alone, wrapped up tightly in his cold blanket while hoping he would soon decide to leave the papers be and join you. Just for cuddles, or maybe a simple and quick good night kiss. The last few weeks, you were left alone with no attention or admiration from your boyfriend.

Still, Erwin dragged you along to the celebrations, your arm sweetly laced through his while being shown off to the cadets and other units. Uncomfortable was the wrong word for your feeling, almost not enough to describe how unbearable it was to stand beside the Commander after those past days.

Walking off from his side went by unnoticed as he engaged in another conversation with a group of people, who wanted to know more about upcoming plans of the Scout Regiment. Thought walking off brought you into this exact position, trapped against the cold wall, and the dress bunched around your waist. Legs spread, one thrown over the shoulder, you shouldn’t feel so particularly good about this situation. Yet, after being left alone for too many nights, you found yourself visiting Captain Levi’s office frequently. At least, he allowed you to stay and be his company.

But watching how his slender fingers held the pen tightly, and scribbled along the lines about a past mission, described easily the first hour of your little visit. When you decided to stay longer, the eagerness of feeling loved and admired again overcame your clear state of mind. Hidden underneath Levi’s desk while having your mouth stuffed with his dick, or sprawled out on top of the wooden surface with your legs spread while his tongue devoured your pussy. It all happened too fast, and felt way too good, even if you never went the complete way because the guilt gnawed on your heart quickly after one orgasm.

But right now, just around the corner of the ballroom, you swallowed those feelings down with a sweet whimper. Levi’s rough and scared fingertips pressed into your thighs, knowing that he would leave blue and purple marks behind. Little hints for what you’ve been doing behind Erwin’s back but he would never see them, as his office work stood as his top priority.

The tip of his soft tongue circled the hardened bud between your wet folds. Levi made a mess between your thighs, the arousal already running down the inside of your left leg. Moans breathed into the palm of your hand, you tried your best to stifle the filthy whines which desired to escape the tightness of your dry throat. The other arm had the fabric of your dress crumbled between the slender fingers. You wanted to touch his soft hair so badly, press him further into your pussy while Levi offered a chance of stress relief. But he declined any obvious touch which could ruin his appearance. His reputation was important, and looking representative was important.

Furrowed brows and frowning corners of your mouth were enough to convince the Captain to cheer you up with a method, he was excellent had. “I’m close, Levi,” You removed your palm to whisper the words, and Levi answered with a hum against your clit.

Barely seconds later, two of his long and thin finger plunged into your wet hole, stretching your walls while his tongue flattened. Levi truly desired to grant you the best kind of experience possible. As if the government and scout regiment around the corner didn’t apply enough pressure, Levi’s digits and tongue added satisfaction to the risky moments. The thought of getting caught, Erwin turning the corner and witnessing how another man took care of your needs, pushed you into the bliss of an orgasm.

Levi’s name slipped out of your mouth like tiny praises for the amazing result of his good work. As always, he lured you into a deep world of ecstasy as the inevitable pleasure crashes over you in waves. As you opened your eyes, Levi’s never-changing emotionless glare anchored on you as he used the handkerchief to wipe away your juices from his chin. “Such a sweet taste,” He commented, helping you to lower the skirt of your dress again and hide what he has been doing behind the Commander’s back.

“Stays between us,” Levi patted his rough fingertips against your flustered cheek, watching how the bashfulness spread further. “Next time, I will fuck you the way you deserve, doesn’t matter if Erwin hears,” On the inside, Levi chuckled about his own words. On the outside, his fingers caressed around your jaw before leaving to join the celebrations again. At least until you offered him release for the bulge in his pants.

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heavenlytouches · 3 months ago

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The Walking Dead x Rick's Sister Reader please?

Y/N was in a special unit but she was bitten so they tried an experimental treatment on her, the virus was stopped but she had bloodshot eyes, black veins all over her body and increased aggression and less ability to talk more growls but the infected don't notice her when she's around. She runs away from her brother, but he convinces her to come with him.

Hello love!! Thank you so much for this great request! I really love your idea, it's great. I hope you'll like this one ^^ El <3

Rick Grimes- find a way

•𓇼°🐚·☾.

FEM reader

<3 (SFW)

TW- none

BROTHER! Rick Grimes

Post-infected reader

Rick Grimes

The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the twisted branches of the barren trees. You could hear the faint rustling of leaves, each sound amplified in the heavy silence of the world that surrounded you.

You had once been part of a special unit, proud and trained, but the bite had changed everything. It was a nightmare—once human, now straddling the line between survival and something monstrous.

The experimental treatment had saved your life, but it had left you more beast than person. Bloodshot eyes, black veins like gnarled roots spiraling across your pale skin, and an unsettling growl that replaced words.

Tonight, you were running away from your brother Rick, who had cared for you with an intensity that made your heart ache. You could feel him close behind as you darted through the remnants of what used to be civilization, but you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to hurt him, and you couldn’t bear to have him look at you with those eyes full of worry and love.

With each step you took, anger and fear coiled tighter in your chest. You glanced back briefly, catching a glimpse of his familiar figure shadowed by the moonlight- a pillar of strength, always brave, always careful.

“Stop!”

He called, voice thick with desperation, breaking the stillness of the night.

But you didn’t stop. You kept running, the weight of his concern trailing behind you like a haunting whisper.

You had become something else. Something dangerous. You brushed past the remnants of a crumbled street, the echoes of the past whispering secrets you no longer understood.

Rick wasn’t like the others, the ones who had succumbed to the virus. He could always see you- his sister, the one he fought for. The thought made your pulse race, a painful reminder of the love you wanted to reject for both of your sakes.

As the infection spread through the world, Rick’s world, you had become an unwanted weapon, a living danger lurking within the shadows.

“Please! You... don’t understand!”

You felt the words bubbling up, but in this wretched state, all that escaped your lips was a low, deep growl. It sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched your jaw shut, refusing to acknowledge the truth- you were losing yourself.

Rick's footsteps grew louder, and it lit a fire of panic within you. You didn’t want him to catch you. The thought of him seeing you in this state made your insides twist with a primal urge to hide.

But even as you ran, you could hear his comforting voice cutting through darkness.

“I won’t leave you! You’re still my sister! We’ll find a way!”

The relentless pounding of your heart echoed with every growl that reverberated in your throat. Instinctively, you knew that the infected didn’t see you as one of their own.

They passed by, oblivious, but only because you controlled the monstrous side of yourself, the side that wanted to rend and tear. If Rick were to come close, if he were to truly see the horror that was now you, there would be no way to reassure him.

You hurtled through the void, branches clawing at your arms. The truth flooded your mind- the experimental treatment hadn’t eradicated the virus; it had transformed it, refined it into something that twisted your very humanity.

You hadn’t asked for this battle; you hadn’t chosen this path. The growls emerged, and as you reached the edge of a dilapidated building, you heard Rick bark your name again, filled with both fear and determination.

“Please! Just let me help you!”

Your feet slowed, the instinct to flee stalling as his voice wrapped around you like a familiar embrace. Torn between the ferocity growing within and the warmth of familial love, you gasped, the remnants of your humanity surfacing.

In that very moment, you turned to face him.

Shoulders squared, chest heaving, bloodshot eyes locked onto his, you growled again- a low, instinctual response to the fear that clawed at you. But beneath that growl, the fragmented pieces of you screamed for help, for understanding.

Rick took a cautious step forward, his jaw tight but his eyes unwavering.

“You’re not a monster...”

He said, voice steady, holding your gaze like a lifeline.

“You’re my sister. Whatever happened, we can face it together.”

You felt the weight of his words, the truth they carried. And yet, the tears that you couldn’t allow to surface burned from within. Rick drew nearer, a beacon of hope shining through the murky fog of your existence, and it began to crack the hardness pooling around your heart.

With a sudden rush of energy, you fell to your knees, the growl subsiding as anguish rippled through you. Your vision blurred, the black veins pulsing like dark rivers beneath your skin.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you..” You finally managed to whisper, your voice raw and quivering, a faint echo of the sister he remembered.

Rick knelt before you, the distance between you closing like a bridge forming across an abyss.

“You won’t hurt me. We’re in this together. I swear it.”

The deep-rooted instinct that had driven you into isolation began to ease. You felt the layers of fear start to peel away.

Yes, you were different, yes, there was darkness creeping inside you, but there was still a flicker of light- a bond forged through love and resilience.

As you looked up at him, your heart full of conflicting emotions, you understood that if you were going to fight against what the world had made you become, you wouldn’t do it alone.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll come with you.”

You managed to say before another growl ripped it's way out of your chest. Rick didn't back out. He just stood there, looking at you.

Rick smiled, a mixture of relief and pride lighting up his face.

“Let’s find a way to make it through this. Together.”

And as you stood to face the chaos ahead, the shadows breathing around you, they faded just a little, replaced by the bond of family. The last remnant of hope in a world gone dark. It was time to reclaim who you were, and with Rick by your side, you would find a way.

I hope you liked this one!! I really adored this theme, it's so unique and cool. Remember guys, I write for a lot of characters/fandoms and requests are always open!

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

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cozzzynook · 1 year ago

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Part 2 of BlitzBeeShock

Seeing the glowing red optics watch his every movement left him in a mounting panic to make himself scarce and leave through the portal immediately. But there was a large problem at hand and said problem was itching to open his spark chamber to feel the warmth of their sires sparks near their own steadily forming ones.

A minute step in his pedes and the two were pressing closer with speed usually reserved on the battlefield. Though looking at it from their perspective this was a battlefield in and of itself especially if they’d discovered the reason he was trying to get away.

He was thankful he still held some of his renowned speed as he ducked out of Blitzwings grabbing servos and dodged Shockwaves arm. He found his joint almost locking on him as he dipped low to the ground and flung himself towards the portal.

His tanks outright lurched audibly in retaliation and the sound of his gagging paused the larger mechs movements. Just shy of grabbing him by the back struts and his sensitive horns, Blitzwing and Shockwave had flashes of worry and fear paint their EM fields. Bumblebee felt guilt eat at his processor when he looked down with vision that began to grow fuzzy. He needed to do this and now.

So with the last reserves of his strength he darted into the portal sending a zap of electricity onto the control unit. With the bridge beginning to close he faltered in pace for just a nano click to intake through his vents as a wave of energon felt like it was bubbling up his throat.

But a nano click was all the two needed to grip tightly onto the crumbling bot who was pushed forward into their clawed servos as they all tumbled through the gate. Blitzwing and Shockwave held tightly to Bumblebee as they fell from the gates exit. Landing onto grassy planes in a tangle as the portal shut completely.

With shaking shoulders Bumblebee darted away from the two purging the energon that once felt so relieving going down his intakes that now felt like burning acid as it forced its way back up.

A whimper escaped him as he held a servo tenderly onto his emptying tank. The feel of an icy servo rubbing his spinal strut soothingly was more help than he knew it could be and the watchful lone red optic on him that grew closer until the purple clawed servo was placed over his spark chamber had Bumblebee’s servos clenching the grass before another churn rolled in his tank and his intakes were purging more energon than he drank.

“You are sparked.”

Shockwave stated it without his usual factual tone and Bee couldn’t stablize his processor in hopes of understanding what the tone meant from the lone optic mech. But Blitzwings hand freezing on his back was much more readable.

“Is this true hummel?”

A weak nod was all he could bare to give as he shut his optics. His tanks were trying to stabilize themselves but even with the ceasing nausea his spark still throbbed in fear and worry. His frame was growing hotter by the minute no matter how much he vented. It didn’t help that the two’s EM fields were hidden from him, what with all the panic and anxiety he was feeling he didn’t realize his own EM field was wrecking havoc on the two mechs besides him.

His processor could only focus on the scrambled thoughts: ‘What will they do to me now? What will they say? Will they kill me? Will they demand I get rid of them? Will they make me come back with them? Did they choose to follow after me even when they didn’t know I was sparked?’

That last question felt inappropriate to be concerned about, yet he wanted to know. He found comfort in believing they wanted him safe by their sides even as his insecure processor crept to the forefront telling him that wasn’t the truth. That they needed to make sure he wasn’t a liability and wouldn’t give any intel up that could cause their faction any hinderance or weakness. But he also knew deep down that was just his long held fears and em vulnerable processor talking.

“Hummel?!”

With a frame wracking cough his optics opened to see that the grass had grown fuzzy. He couldn’t focus his audios clearly but he knew it was Blitzwing calling him though he couldn’t understand just what he was saying. The feeling of four clawed servos on him would’ve made him flinch if the wash of air over his faceplates and the world offlining didn’t get to him first.

Blitzwing and Shockwave grabbed him before he could hit the ground and held him close between their forms. Shockwave immediately nudged Bumblebee into Blitzwings arms and started to check him over.

His scans told him that Bumblebee’s frame was overheated most likely due to their sudden and rigorous departure from Earth and the torrent of emotions clouding in the scouts optics the moment they found him at the base.

“He has overheated and my systems indicate a lack of recharge and substantial energon fuel in his tanks. His emotional level has been quite unstable for a while and judging by the wrinkles under his optics, he is in desperate need of rest. My scans are also picking up that we’re on an inhabited planet.”

“This is a neutral zone,” Blitzwing cradled their scout close to his chassis with great care, lifting him as the two began their trek. “He must’ve chosen this planet to settle on..”

“He was going to abandon us..just like zat?”

His thick and heavy accent grew with each word and Shockwave’s EM field revealed the hurt and anger he truly felt at the situation.

“Use a small amount of ice to help cool him. When he wakes he is to be given energon and the excess energy our frames and sparks have been producing. Our frames and sparks knew of our creations by millennia old instinct. When he is stable, we will receive our answers as to why he chose to ignore the correct action of staying beside us and endeavoring a fools journey away from where he belongs.”

“And if he tries to leave again?”

“This outcome is impossible.”

Blitzwing stopped, gaze lingering hard on Shockwave in curiosity at his raw confidence.

“Bumblebee will not succeed in leaving us because Bumblebee is not allowed to leave us.”

With the assurance in his logic only a mech like Shockwave could positively evoke, he moved forward, Blitzwing in step with him as he blew cool breath onto their bee who went slack in his arms.

As much as he ached and burned with hurt over their hummel leaving, he worried over Shockwaves emotion based conclusion.

Blitzwing knew when their hummel woke, Shockwave would not take lightly to Bee trying to escape.

The first thing he noticed upon waking was the alarm on his hud. He was pushed out of recharge by the blaring warning that both his sparklings and frame needed fuel.

He was no longer hot and his scans showed he wasn’t damaged or in need of repairs but his energon readings were extremely low and he knew he needed fuel fast or he could lose his sparklings.

‘Ugh, where am I?’

His blue optics spun open and he looked up to see a beautiful array of sunlight and trees. He tried wracking his processor for his location and after a klik he was able to determine he was in the neutral zone. Far from Earth and his teammates but not far enough from the war for him to safely let his guard down. He shifted a little and his hips shot a pain up his back making him stifle a wince venting it out.

He wracked his memory files until he found what he was looking for. The bridge opening, Blitzwing and Shockwave finding him, chasing him through the gate and grabbing hold of him. The crash into the planet and them discovering his secret. ‘Frag,’ he bolted up panicked only to watch the world rush in a dizzying typhoon as he landed against a broad muscular frame he’d know anywhere.

“Hummel?”

“Blitz…”

“Hummel, are jou okay?”

“My scans indicate he is in dire need of fueling, here, drink.”

That was Shockwave’s deep baritone voice, his optics had trouble clearing as he lifted a shaky servo out only to feel a cube be placed on his derma. he greedily drank it with a slight grimace on his face. This was not at all what he was craving but it would have to do. He needed the fuel.

“Is this not what you want?”

The cube was removed from his lips and he looked in Shockwaves direction with distress only to have two different cubes placed before him. His vision thankfully cleared and his olfactory sensors made his digestive tanks rumble and when Shockwave pushed the two cubes closer he moved back and pointed shyly at the cubes Shockwave and Blitzwing must’ve been drinking from.

The two looked at him like he’d grown another set of optics and stablizers and it made his insecurity flare. It was Blitzwing who picked up his own cube and fed it to Bumblebee. The scouts relieved sigh as he drank made the two cons look at one another. Bumblebee never liked the cubes they drank stating they tasted too bitter and heavy for his systems. He preferred sweet energon that was lighter on the frame, something common in mini bots like Bee but here he was drinking something war frames like themselves typically drank.

“It seems the sparkling will most likely take after our frames,” the purple mech mused aloud as he offered his cube to Bumblebee who greedily drank with an obvious hunger even after he finished Blitzwing’s cube.

“Are jou still hungry hummel?”

Bumblebee startled in the large mechs lap just now realizing the compromising position he was in. He shook his head a little more than embarrassed at having not noticed and tried to lift himself off the others lap. But Blitzwing would not let him, he pulled Bumblebee all the way back until they were back struts to chassis and he could feel the heavy thrum of his spark outside of his thick plating.

“Umm?”

“Go on finish jour cube, ve have plenty more where zat came from.”

Bumblebee felt himself grow nervous at the implications, just what were they planning to do with him?

“Bumblebee, open your spark chamber.”

He almost spilled the cube he was drinking at the sudden words Shockwave directed at him.

“W-what?”

“Open your spark chamber I wish to see how the sparkling is developing. Judging by your sudden leave and cryptic letter not even your teammates know you are sparked. A logical and wise decision given the circumstances yet foolish as well. We must know if both your spark and the sparkling is healthy.”

Bumblebee fidgeted in Blitzwings lap and the large mech let him rubbing a comforting servo against his sore side that made him relax into the chassis. He closed his eyes focusing on the soothing gesture as he opened his spark chamber and peaked inside. Glowing bright as ever was his own spark and the small spark next to his was hugged close to his own still. A healthy glow of purple the same shade as Shockwave while also having a similar shade to Blitzwings.

The spark had grown again and Bumblebee was pleased to see he hadn’t hurt his sparkling in any way. The growth may have been slight but it was growth nonetheless.

“You’ve done well in looking after the sparkling, however the same cannot be said about yourself. It was foolish and dangerous to try venturing off on your own in such a delicate state.”

Bee looked at Shockwave to see something flickering in his optic and his em field may have been held close for secrecy it was not held close enough. Bee could feel the obvious hurt in both mechs sparks at his leaving and he felt his optics water.

“I…”

“Vhy vould jou leave hummel? Vhy didn’t jou tell us?”

“I was scared..we’re in the middle of a war. This is not a time to have a sparkling and no one on my team knows I’m a carrier. The decepticons may not make a big deal out of carriers but it’s not the same for autobots. We don’t have rights as a carrier..I..they would’ve stripped me of my title and forced me to help repopulate..I..I can’t go back.”

“zen why didn’t jou say something to us?! We vould have helped jou?!”

“How was I supposed to know what you would say!”

That was the first time Bumblebee had ever raised his voice outside of battle and even then he didn’t mean it, not like now.

“Just walk up to you on the nights either of you have me and say, ‘oh by the way i’m a carrier and its either yours or Shockwaves,’ and expect something good to come of it?! We are on opposite factions! I’m supposed to be your enemy! If Megatron caught either of you with me he’d offline you both and me no matter how valuable you two are to your cause!”

“If my friends found out I would not be safe! I’d be branded a traitor! They’d interrogate me on any information they’d think they can get and rip the sparkling and my spark from my gray offline frame after! I had to leave to a neutral planet it was my only safe option!”

There was deafening silence as Bumblebee heavily vented, somehow he ended up standing with his chassis closed and a protective servo covering his sparkling. His antennae were painfully laying against his helm and his door wings were so tense he felt they would snap off.

“I wanted to protect my sparkling above all else. Above being an autobot, above this war and above myself, more than anything they matter most…I can give those things up and I did..I’m not going back..I can’t risk autobots knowing my sparkling is sired by decepticons they’d kill them or worse experiment on them..I..I won’t do it.”

Bee looked down with his optics closed for a moment before opening them and seeing his bag filled with energon. “I’m sorry I left without saying anything and I’m sorry I got us into this mess..I thought the vial I took to keep from carrying was working but I guess not. I really didn’t mean for this to happen and I wasn’t trying to make things more complicated than they already were. I know you didn’t sign up for this. We were just supposed to be interface partners and nothing more I know that.”

“Who said we were only interface partners? I do not remember making such a statement. In fact I don’t remember making any statement that I only wanted you for your frame. Your reasons are logical and sound on not returning to your now former faction and your logic is sound on getting to the neutral zone during your carrying. But it is highly illogical to think either myself or Blitzwing do not want you or the sparkling you carry. And quire frankly, it’s fragging me off how you made such assumptions without communicating and then abandoning us with no intent on telling or returning to us.”

Shockwave’s canon was powering with the strong emotions he felt, he wasn’t completely rid of his feelings after that painful procedure. He held tight to them but they still existed and now they were overwhelming him.

“Hummel we vould have helped jou we care far more about jou than jou realize. Ve vant jou for ourselves hummel. We risked our sparks to see jou not because of a good interface but because we like jou. Vant to bond with jou. I get jou were scared but its hurts to know jou didn’t think jou could trust us to help jou and that jou think so little of how we feel about jou when zat is not ze case.”

Bee grit his dentas trying to stifle the coolant plaguing his optics. What were they saying? Did they really care about him the way he cared about them? Had he really hurt them so bad? The two people he cared about most along with the sparkling they share, how could he do this to them?

“I’m sorry..”

“This sparkling is not just yours Bumblebee, we sired the sparkling you house within you they are our responsibility as well.”

“Shockwave is right hummel, we von’t abandon jou or our sparkling. Jou are right it is dangerous to have a sparkling right now..but you aren’t entirely correct in your assumptions hummel. Ve vant the restoration of our home und equal treatment vhen ve vin this var. Our faction is important but our home und equality is the reason ve are decepticons, mein liebe. Both Shockwave und I vish for more than mere victory und ve both know victory can come from multiple directions.”

“Blitzwing is correct. All I would need is time to prepare and plan. I have the means and connections for funds towards suitable housing and care while you carry our sparkling to term on a much safer neutral planetary system. Keeping Megatron away from you won’t be a hassle and keeping you and our sparkling safe is our top priority as we also work towards winning this war. We can work towards our goal of reviving Cybertron and having you along with our sparkling.”

“He is right hummel, we aren’t sparkless, spark damaged but not sparkless. Jou mean more to us than jou know and maybe its time we start to show that? If ve had maybe this wouldn’t have come to fruition Shockwave.”

There was a low grunt from Shockwave’s vox but the mechs arm had powered down and he looked to be thinking something over. It was Blitzwing who initiated physical contact first, burying Bumblebee in a close hug as he leaked over his plating beeping apologies to the two mecha as he held tight to Blitzwing.

It was expected and welcome to have this physical connection to Blitzwing while he was leaking. Blitzwing craved touch as much as he did though he didn’t always show it even with his Random personality. Bee wasn’t too surprised when Blitzwing brought him comfort but he was shell shocked stiff when Shockwave hugged him from behind.

“Too much leaking is not good for you or the sparkling, finish your leaking quickly so we can find better suited shelter. We’ll need time to plan and you need proper rest before we journey to the planetary system I have deemed safer than this.”

Bee didn’t know what more he could do than allow a burst of static to stream his vox cording. He went about trying to reset his internals but they were all exhausted. He activated his hub systems to see he was in desperate need of recharge. To his annoyance Shockwave was correct yet again in his statements and Bee knew it wouldn’t be long before his frame slowly shut down his systems one by one in order to lull him into a much needed recharge.

With how things were going so far he worried he would become vulnerable far quicker than originally anticipated. He didn’t want to inconvenience them beyond the emotional outburst and chasing he’d put the two mechs through just mere kliks ago so with a shake of his helm Bee shifted himself to say he was ready.

He felt red optics on his frame the entire time they traveled through the vast cyberganic vegetation. A trip that normally took half a cycle turned full. It upset Bee knowing he was the reason the trip took so long but neither mentioned the slowed pace nor did they attempt to quicken. If anything they seemed content he was moving the pace of a cyber slug, going as far as making him sit while they used their status to get them a ship for travel.

This planet did not allow the use of transwarps unless trade, documented permission or emergencies were involved. The local security was more than willing to give them a ship in exchange for their quick departure and written statement and oath to keep the planets location from autobot and decepticon servos.

It was not a full cycle later he found himself traveling aboard the ship curling into himself as slow lag made his tanks churn threatening him with painful surges with a need to purge. He tried to keep his dilemma to himself but Blitzwing and Shockwave seemed adamant on nourishing him with attention and what they deemed necessary fretting. Bee tried to argue he was just carrying and a former soldier and did not need their pampering.

All that amounted to was them reminding him he was indeed deserving of being catered to, carrying or not and that he should learn to accept such intentions since they were ready to make up for all the time spent chasing after him.

It was later that mid cycle did he understand how badly he needed their servos soothing the churn of his tank and their sparks thrumming along the seams of his sore exhausted frame.

Bumblebee doesn’t remember slipping into recharge while Blitzwing held him from behind and Shockwave attended to the aches in his heavy chassis. Their spark energies feeding the tiny life form growing within besides his own spark that readily accepted their excess energy for itself.

His frame gave off the wisps of carrier energy that wiggled inside Blitzwing and Shockwaves awaiting chassis allowing a better and proper connection to form.

What they thought to be one sparkling turned out to be two.

Both held all three of their combined CNA, a feat only carriers could accomplish with mechas their sparks deemed worthy.

It was a surprise when discovered but not unwelcome. Shockwave calculated plan after plan to Blitzwing who nodded his helm adding in where he saw fit. Bumblebee laid between them deep in much needed recharge as the two figured out ways to help their cause from the neutral planet they would remain on.

An old home Shockwave once used remained here from his days as a senator. More than big enough to accommodate them all with the space he would need to build a warp gate so he along with Blitzwing could transport to the front lines when needed or to flee with Bumblebee and their sparklings in case of planetary siege.

Blitzwing had already set and tuned a specific channel to outlay their message to Megatron. Pledging their continued allegiance to the cause as they remained stationed on a neutral planet. Their slue of intel on the autobot base that laid abandoned and unguarded proved useful to Megatron who pardoned their sudden and unapproved relocation.

The two kept their oath on keeping this system unknown but they did reveal an autobot outpost they passed by carrying a vast supply of energon and medical supplies the decepticons would need. Megatron of course revealed his suspicions of the two harboring a know former scout to which the two gave no reply nor deny to.

Megatron did not comment further on the matter, simply stating he expected Shockwaves work to be in utmost condition as always and for Blitzwing to be ready for when needed in battle.

Further plans were made until the trio were on the outskirts of the planetary system Shockwave had them traveling to. Shockwave ended the transmission stating this planet held a vital substance that could help restore Cybertron and Megatron gave his immediate approval.

It took a deca cycle for them to finally reach the planet and in that time the three spent it communicating on what was to happen next.

Bee had to learn to accept the two mechas help as well as take it easy.

He wasn’t used to recharging so much nor fueling in such abundance and he certainly wasn’t used to either mecha so openly holding him as he fell into recharge on them. It seemed he needed their touch not only for their sparklings health but his own.

The amount of physical contact seemed to ease the two decepticons worries as well since they no longer kept their optics trained on him fearing he would disappear at any nanoklik.

It was a lot to get used to and Bee did feel guilt thinking back to his friends and family knowing he could never speak to them till the war ended. He felt the most hurt knowing Optimus would worry over him the most seeing as the large Prime became his sire at such a very young age. His door wings would sag for countless solar cycles until Shockwave gifted him the invention he’d been working on as a side project.

“This mechanism should help soothe your guilt. I expect to see your wings in better condition when we return after your much needed privacy.”

With a servo cupping his helm and Shockwaves finials slowly shifting in affection Bee laid a press to Shockwaves inner servo before watching him exit the room. Bee hadn’t even known Blitzwing was in the room watching them until he felt a servo softly glide across his door wing in a comforting fashion before a kiss was pressed to his antenna and the large mecha followed after Shockwave.

It was a few kliks later that Bee looked to the device in hand with his helm tilted in confusion did he turn on the small servo held invention and watch the screen flicker to life.

He heard what sounded like a long beep before the image of a berth room popped up, a familiar one he would know anywhere.

Coolant tickled the edges of his optics and he watched stifling a glitch sob as a familiar face plate slowly onlined looking up in bleary confusion as the optic comm from their chassis turned on and the broken static sob of “sire” woke them fully.

Those battle hard blue optics turned to mush the very instant they saw the bot his spark could only ever see as his youngling bundled in his servos too small to be carried any other way.

“My bitlet.”

If one heard such a voice they would never assume it to be Optimus Prime but none other than extremely close and old friends knew, Optimus could only sound like this when speaking to his one and only sparkling.

“I missed you sire. I have a lot to tell you… but it can never leave us..not until the war is over.”

“Whatever you need my bitlet, just never leave me in the dark like that again, my bitlet mecha.”

“I hope my bitlets never cause me this stress. Or maybe it’ll be payback for what I’ve done to their grandsire if they do,” Bee giggled while sobbing.

He’d never seen Optimus so openly shocked and he hoped to Primus he would take the rest of the news well. If he didn’t he knew Optimus would find him and offline the mechas who were courting him for bonding.

He truly hoped they would survive to see their sparklings emerge.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year ago

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Kalim Al Asim - Roughhousing With A Male Reader

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Our resident babygirl Kalim deserves more content to be written for him, so thank you 🫧Bubbles anon for submitting this kalim ask!🙏 I hope this is to your liking, I stayed as close to the original ask material as possible. —Benny🐰

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Giggles could be heard echoing throughout the wide hallways of the Scarabia dorm; light and playful as they bounced around the walls.

Inside the dormhead's bedroom, he and his boyfriend are sprawled out on the floor; the tanned boy trying his best to escape from your secure grip. Your chest to his back as your arms were locked around his midsection; your hold was warm, loving, and mischievous. He squeaks and giggles you begin to pepper the side of his face with kisses.

Abruptly—

You stand up off of the floor; pulling him up with you. You let him go, much to his confusion, before you raise a hand to his cheek and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. You smirk, attempting to hide it, as an idea strikes you.

"Brace yourself, Mesemb*."

You spoke teasingly; grabbing him up in your arms suddenly and throwing him over your shoulder.

Kalim squeals as he's tossed onto his large plush mattress from his previous place draped over your broad shoulder, bouncing high from the force of his landing. Quickly, you crawl onto the bed and lock your hands onto his wrists; strong enough to keep him in place but loose enough not to hurt him.

"Looks like I win~"

You coo at him; seeing his shocked expression has you smirking with accomplishment.

But the look of surprise quickly crumbles away as he beams at you with the cute grin that he blesses you with every time you see him. His cheeks warming as his eyes are closed in absolute glee.

"Yeah, you won this time; but I'll get you the next!"

Kalim chirps; looking angelic in the orange glow of the setting sun that peeks through his sheer drapes.

Leaning forward; you give him a gentle kiss on his nose, his right cheek, his left, his forehead, and finally his lips. He smiles so sweetly at you; feeling his face warm several degrees hotter when your lips finally meet his own.

"I love you, Mesemb."

You humm quietly; releasing his wrists and holding yourself above him on your forearms.

"I love you too, Rohi*."

The garnet-eyed boy giggles as he gives you a kiss of his own.

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*¹ Coppery mesemb (Malephora crocea) is a flowering perennial herb native to Africa. The coppery mesemb is an ice plant that has been introduced in California in the United States and is considered a noxious weed there.

*² Rohi means “my soul mate”. So calling someone rohi means you'll love them a lot longer than your life - for eternity.

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tanadrin · 12 days ago

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Tjungdiawan on the Collapse

(Read on tanadrin.de)

The Collapse, of course, refers to that period in the late 21st century and early 22nd when the world began to gradually turn inward on itself; when pandemics and war intensified, when environmental upheavals reached their peak, when we saw the first proof that the ancient democracies could falter and fail, and when old ideologies began to crumble in the face of a new history. This is a time doubtless known well to most of my readers, but which I will nonetheless briefly retread, both for those who may need a reminder and because there are three lessons which we must extract from it, which will be indispensable in understanding all that has transpired since.

The first lesson stands before us, and is apparent at once. The period before the Collapse was famously one of optimism and hope. Even as the first signs of trouble appeared on the horizon, it was felt that these were but the last spasms of the conflicts of the 20th century working themselves out and they would soon be put right. It was not imagined that they were in fact the first of the lurking tensions and contradictions of the 21st century beginning to bear their poisonous fruit. In the imagination of these hopeful souls (with whom I find no fault greater than I might in any soul that ventures to dream of better things), the long road of history was now on a decisive upward ascent, to the sunlit highlands of peace and prosperity, a new plateau which would set a standard for all ages yet to come, and mark a decisive dissolution of the want and fear and hate of the primitive ages past.

It was not so. The road descended; darkness followed. This is the first lesson: there is no final redemption in the affairs of men. There is no glorious sunlit highland awaiting us; there is no utopia to which we grope, however distant. There are dreams of such, and they are mighty dreams: they impel the soul of mankind forward with the fervent knowledge of what is possible, despite all grievous ruin that stands about us, and these dreams are good and right and noble. And they are true, in the sense it is true that such aspirations may work great wonders. But the moment we are waiting for, the knowledge that the time of redemption is here, that the messiah is come, that the kingdom is restored, that all darkness is banished forever and suffering and sickness and time are at an end--that does not exist. And in the wanting and the waiting for that moment, we may find the dusk has been gathering for a long time, and we have not been watchful against it.

So it was in first decades of the 21st century, and in the first years of the Collapse. Those who hoped for the last triumph of liberal democracy, or the great socialist revolution, or the redemption of humanistic values, were all bitterly disappointed, and none were watchful. There was no battle: optimism gave way at once to despair, as if defeat had been ordained by the heavens. In North America, a long struggle ensued against resurgent reactionary politics. Successive civil conflicts disrupted the elections of 2032, 2038, and 2044; simmering unrest in Mexico and the western United States at times rose to an intensity characterized as a de facto civil war, but this was a war of masked men in the night, of disappearances and murder and terror. The California Anarchy of 2041-2055 spread as far north as British Columbia and south into Baja California; until the 2070s, Sonora, Chihuahua, Coahuila, and western Texas were de facto independent states, ruled with bloody repression by regional strongmen whom the Mexican and United States governments were happy to ignore so long as they paid the required tribute in taxes.

In Europe, pressure from Russia and from local nationalist movements caused the weakly-integrated eastern states of the EU to fall one by one from the Union's sphere of influence. Britain flirted with its own form of authoritarian politics, aligning itself with the reactionaries in the United States and with the Committee of Public Safety that had seized control of the government of Australia. The remnant of the European Union, led by the Berlin-Paris axis, became paranoid and militaristic, and political factions in member states that flirted with secession were unofficially suppressed.

More openly fascist governments, of a type thought extinct since the Second World War, blossomed in Indonesia and Australia. The former's ideology of a "Greater Indonesia," coupled with the weakening of the unipolar world order, resulted in a series of wars across the Malay Archipelago and Southeast Asia. The Fifth Indo-Pakistani War turned briefly nuclear in the 2050s, and the aftermath of this conflict resulted in famines and epidemics across South Asia. Episodes of terror now relegated to dismal footnotes by the other catastrophes of this era include the Chinese invasion of Taiwan and the subsequent "Special Administrative Procedures" that resulted in the death or deportation of 10% of that islands population; the Palestinian, Yemeni, and Second Armenian Genocides; the Second Korean War, which also saw the use of nuclear weapons; the Third Congo War; and the Brazilian Brush Wars.

Laid out together, it is a dismal catalogue of death and destruction, well worth the term "Collapse," especially against the future that had been longed for. Is it little wonder then, that in the 2060s a writer who had been young and hopeful in the first years of that century, had lamented that he was living in the last age of the world? K.P. Barstow wrote, in his final novel *Mariner,* "Now nothing is left, save the epilogue, in which we will not have even the comfort of a summing-up of all our sorrows." Every generation of our species since the first has produced pessimists who feel the world is about to end, that nothing can be rescued from the chaos that lies around them, and that nothing fair in their youth will ever flower again; and of those generations which endured the Collapse, perhaps, this is a more understandable sentiment than most.

I, too, understand it. I, too, was born in a springtime of the world, when the sorrows of past ages seemed distant and fading quickly, when the future seemed boundless and full, and the joys of my species seemed like they must only increase, forever. And I, too, have drunk deeply of the bitter draught of grief in seeing this future destroyed. I saw the pillar of atomic fire that rose above Jakarta with my own eyes. I saw how easily the bright cities of Sunda and Sahel were swept away. When the traitorous servants of that awful prince burnt the coasts of Java and Sumatra, they annihilated the little village I had once called home. I have kept the names of all whom I loved who I lost in those days close to my heart, and I repeat them still: the names of my mother and father, of my brothers and sisters, of my nieces and nephews. Each of whom deserved everything of the future that we dreamed of then, each of whom deserved to know that one day the stars would be open to us and we would build palaces in the sky; but now all of whom are lost, and who live on only in my memory.

In those awful and grief-filled days, when I fled with the other survivors through the burning ruins of Serang and Cilegon, hoping that there were still ships at the coast that might take us to Sumatra, or Kalimantan, or Sulawesi, when my skin was red with burns and my eyes clouded with ash and tears, when my belly was empty and my legs were weak, I remembered Barstow's words, and I thought to myself that he had only been off by two hundred years. Nothing is left, I whispered to myself, except for our sorrows.

In the morning we came to the docks and we fled far away; first to Manila, until by some mysterious grace we were granted passage to Shenzhen. In a hastily-erected outside the city I lay in a delirium of weariness and despair for three days. And for three days the sun rose and fell; for three days my companions brought me water and food; and for three days my life and the world and time all stubbornly refused to end.

And this is the second lesson, the lesson that in the end the children of the Collapse, and I, and all others who have endured unendurable loss have learned: there is always a tomorrow. There is no Yawm ad-Din awaiting us, no catastrophe so great that *something* will not remain in the aftermath, and if you find that you are among the fragments that have been shored against the ruin, you will find also that you must learn how to live again in the world that you now inhabit. After three days I arose from my cot, and went out into the sunlight, and began to think about what to do next. They were no great plans: I had hope that some of my family was still alive, and that I could find them. I had hope that I could book passage east, to friends I had in Canada. I wept. I had suffered far less than most. But still I wept, for the pain I felt then at being alive, and the pain of still having hope.

There is no period of darkness in human history so absolute that something does not flourish in unlooked-for places, and so too it was during the Collapse. While Europe fragmented, and the Americas struggled against the teratoid issue of authoritarianism and reaction, new growth bloomed in Africa, in Argentina, in central Asia, and even in the burned-over lands of southern and southeast Asia. Abuja, Nairobi, and Gaborone were flourishing; the East African Community was quickly becoming the most dynamic economy on the Indian Ocean, and the West, exhausted by conflict and anachronistic politics, was beginning to look south for new ideas, and found itself invigorated. Just as the "dark ages" were also the age of the Carolingian Renaissance, and the Second World War was also the engine of a new spirit of international community and cooperation, the Collapse was simultaneously the decay of an old world and the beginning of a long project of building a new one. Even amid the chaos, the seeds of the Second Space Race, of the Genetic Revolution, of the Pacific Conclave and the Renewalist movement, were all being sown.

The Collapse ended, not in a single cathartic event, but gradually and in different times in different places. The New Federalists came to power in the United States as the result of decades of careful political maneuvering; the European Union was reformed, and began to expand again; new constitutions were adopted in India, China, and Indonesia, and in Canberra the surviving members of the Committee of Public Safety were hung by a mob from the spire of Parliament House. In the uneven and insufficient compromises which allowed the world to begin looking to the future again, it is true that many deep injustices persisted. Many conflicts remained unresolved; many would rise to the surface again in paroxysms of violence, including (though we did not know it) the Solar Fitna and the Thousand Days' Strife.

Even in those uncertain days the distant stars awaited us, and here we come to the third lesson of the Collapse. For we have carried with us into the stars all our hopes for the future, and all our faults and vices. War, we still have with us; and want, and hate. Man is, as William Godwin might have it, perfectible but never perfect. All our past sins and suffering may be granted meaning only if we remained determined to use them as the foundation of a better future. I am a stranger now in those islands that once I loved so well, and the world of my youth, and the future that I hoped for, is now gone--as lost to me as the happy world the children of the twentieth century once hoped to inaugurate in the twenty-first. A different world awaits us now, and be our burdens ever so heavy and our grief ever so great, it is within our power, even if only a little, to determine what it will be.

--Tjungdiawan's Historical Reader, 3rd Edition

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tearwolfe · 4 months ago

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Okay, that's good to know. I might have other questions later as I think about things more/these Au's progress, but these are the ones I can think of atm. And please don't feel obligated to answer any of these, I just thought I'd ask.

(Also, I realized that all of these questions are somehow related to Leo/need? That was entirely unintentional, lol, my bad)

Cyberidol au- Does Saki and/or Leo/need exist in this AU? Do they play a part in the plot at all?

Maybe Saki doesn't show up physically in the current story events, but perhaps she's the one who inspired IdolKasa's initial, now-forgotten dream (like in canon), somebody he had pushed away for the sake of (or even due to) his desire for fame, and whose previous importance/presence in his life and her current distance from him will come to haunt him, now that everything he's worked so hard for (and his entire world view, hopefully) is starting to crumble.

Or maybe her role is more like Emu's- she loves her brother so much, and she's trying to push him down the right path and make him remember, but he just isn't not hearing her, no matter how hard she tries. Or maybe she's also stuck in a similar position in the entertainment industry along with the rest of Leo/need, or maybe they're in similar roles to Ruinene. So many possibilities.

(Wherever she is, I hope the Tenma's get to have a heartfelt reunion once Tsukasa gets his shit together.)

Seal Rui au- How exactly did the human/sea creature hybrids come to exist? It's been stated that Rui and the other sea people were kinda just born like that, and the humans are... Well, humans, but where did people like Honami come from? Were they also just born like that by chance, or are they the hybrid offspring of humans and sea people, or is it some secret third thing I haven't thought of? Is there an explanation at all?

Starshine au- You said in an earlier post that Saki, Toya, Haruka, and Kanade would also be little alien things along with Tsukasa (and you also said that this AU is RuiKasa centric, so I get it if you haven't thought about this at all), but what are the rest of Leo/Need up to? Do they still exist as a group just without Saki? Are Ichika, Honami, and Shiho not in a band/not friends at all in this AU? Do they act as hosts that Saki feeds off of like Tsukasa does to Rui? Are they also squishy little alien thingies?

Are all the other units essentially going through their own version of "what if this very important group member never actually existed as a human?" in the background while we focus on RuiKasa/WxS?

I highly doubt any of these things will ever come up in these stories proper, but I'm very curious about these things, lol. Thank you for responding <3

(Also, not a question, but if I had a nickel for every time Tsukasa in one of your au's was hiding from Saki that he was dating a nonhuman (seal Rui and vampire Rui), only for Saki to also be dating a nonhuman without him knowing, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice, lol.)

leo/need's role is similar to rui and nene's. i think it'd be fun if one (or more) of them were ex-idols (or formerly in the industry, if not an actual idol), but currently they're not. saki is estranged from tsukasa. i don't have much thought out for what's going on between them?? they do still care about each other, but tsukasa's head is so far up his own ass that saki has stepped back from trying to deal with him. it's very complicated between the two.. they'll still message or meet for birthdays/important events but it's Very Tense. and they're both secretly upset about it.

honami is the result of a human/sea creature hybrid! thus, she has legs.

the rest of leo/need exists in starshine, but they're not a band. they're former childhood friends.. funny enough, like in canon, saki does bring them together. she feeds off of all of them, just clinging to whichever one is currently feeling the worst. she doesn't really have to do much to manipulate any of them since she has three whole hosts. she's doing it better than tsukasa... but yes, pretty much! minori is haruka's host, akito is toya' host, mafuyu is kanade's host (though kanade doesn't really have to do much), and i'm thinking about also making an a little alien creature thang, with kohane as her host. because i think the vivids could still form without akitoya, and i cannot let that happen.

some things about AUs i have in my mind but never really talk about (since it's often not that relevant) so i'm always here to answer any questions <3

#ask #cyberidol au #seal rui #stashine au

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molsno · 11 months ago

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the thing I REALLY do not understand about all these "vote blue no matter who" liberals is the fact that they either don't see the horror of the situation we're in or they just don't care. our options for the next election in "the freest country in the world" are a genocidal xenophobic warmonger who hasn't done a single thing to help even the citizens of the country he's in charge of throughout crisis after crisis, or an open fascist who attempted a coup d'etat led by white supremacists and has MULTIPLE criminal charges and has been disqualified from holding public office as ruled by a state supreme court.

how do you have even the slightest bit of faith in the "democracy" of this country when these are the two candidates we have to choose from? how are you still deluding yourself into thinking this country has a future? why are you just continuing on like there isn't something HORRIFIC about this? no matter what happens in the election, the united states will (rightfully) continue to decline, the empire it's created will continue to crumble violently, and millions of people around the world will continue to suffer as the imperialist-in-chief attempts to scramble for whatever smidgen of power this evil empire can hope to attain through whatever means necessary.

if you truly want to do "harm reduction" you need to start taking action outside of the liberal political framework. use whatever resources you have to ensure the health and safety of those in your communities and do whatever you can to prevent this empire from exerting violent force upon its colonial and domestic subjects alike. things are about to get a whole lot worse as the end of the united states approaches, and you need to start preparing for that NOW.

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the-guilty-writer · 2 years ago

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After experiencing a non-epileptic seizure, Spencer refuses to leave your side.

A/N: Oh you know… just me writing to try to help heal from medical trauma.

CW: reader experiences a non-epileptic seizure, mentions of medical gaslighting.

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For once, you found a doctor that you didn’t hate. Of course, most of the doctors you hated were MDs and Spencer had three PhDs, so he wasn’t a medical doctor, but sometimes just the Dr. abbreviation in front of the name was enough to make you upset.

You wondered, sometimes, if those doctors would have a different opinion about the cause of your so-called “psychogenic” seizure condition if they knew that you didn’t have seizures when you thought about how angry you were at them, despite their insistence that strong emotions were surely the cause of your episodes. If it wasn’t that, then they’d say it was repressed trauma, despite having therapists and psychological evaluators tell you that they didn’t see anything concerning. In the early days, you’d kept track of everything, hoping to find a trigger that was avoidable or something that you could work through, but you never did. And medical professionals never believed you.

There was nothing they could do.

You worked at the BAU, but not on the team. Your job was all about VICAP- analyzing the data to help look for any serial crimes that crossed state lines to give the FBI jurisdiction, and to evaluate if any of them required the expertise of the BAU. As soon as your position was added to the unit, Spencer had become intrigued with your job.

“You’re doing a geographical profile on the whole nation, essentially,” he had said.

“Essentially,” you had replied.

Because of safety reasons, everyone you worked with knew about your condition, but you didn’t make a big deal out of it. If anything, you tried to hide it as much as possible. When you did have seizures, you usually caught an aura in time that you could close your office door, lay down to make sure you were safe, and recover in peace. That was the only reason you were thankful that your office, which was previously JJ’s, wasn’t in the bullpen.

Most of the time, however, you were in the bullpen- sitting at a spare desk with at least two computers and a stack of spreadsheets. That’s exactly where you were today.

“Anything interesting?” Spencer asked as he came by your desk, leaning against it and taking a sip of his coffee.

“Possibly,” you replied. “And by possibly I mean there is about a-” you typed in a few numbers on your computer. “0.0032% chance that there’s a serial killer crossing between Texas, Oklahoma, and Kansas.”

“You know,” Spencer started. You probably did know, but you let him keep talking anyway. “For an organized killer that would be a great way to evade detection considering all the jurisdiction lines that would be crossed.”

“That’s why I check it every week,” you told him. “I might not be a profiler, but I do know my statistics and geography.”

“Oh, that reminds me of…” Spencer began to ramble on about a new paper that had just been published. “I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” you went to smile, but it faltered slightly as the wave of an aura washed over you. And this time it was the kind that you knew was coming hard and fast. “I’ll be back-”

You got out of your chair and began to walk towards the bathroom. You wouldn’t make it to your office, but maybe you could save yourself the embarrassment of having to explain your unexplainable condition. Weakly, you opened up the bathroom door and stumbled inside.

Even thought it hadn’t stopped a seizure in the past, you leaned over the sink and splashed cold water on your face with the hope that it might work just this once. You felt the aura get stronger, more intense, and your body began to give out.

You crumbled to the bathroom floor- your vision leaving you and your control over your body gone. It felt like your brain had turned to mush. There was a faint sound of a door opening, but you weren’t sure if it was real or not, because the next thing you knew, you were out cold.

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When you started to come too- the liquified world becoming solid once again- you smelled Spencer. It was his cardigan, balled up under your head. The next thing that cleared up was your hearing, but the only thing you could hear was the soft buzzing of the bathroom lights that needed to be replaced. And then there was your vision. It always came back last and was the slowest to clear, but when it did come back to you, you were met by the sight of Spencer.

There was a sort of panicked calm about him- his eyes wide with worry, but his voice soothing as he talked.

“Hey,” Spencer said calmly. “It’s Spencer. You had a seizure. Just relax.”

You took a deep breath. It could be hard to speak after a seizure sometimes, but you were able to get some words out. You started to focus on your breathing, letting the world come back to you slowly. “I’m fine.”

“You had a seizure,” Spencer said again. “Please relax. I don’t think you’re fully coherent yet.”

“I’m fine, Spencer,” you said. You carefully tried to sit up, but your head was still fuzzy and your body was still weak. Slowly, you pulled your torso upward and leaned against the wall for support before handing Spencer’s cardigan back to him and closing your eyes. “Please, just leave.” You felt heavy with embarrassment.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Spencer said gently. He sat down next to you on the floor. “You shouldn’t be alone after that.”

You opened your eyes a bit, trying to get used to the lights. “Spencer, please-”

“No,” this time he said it far more firmly. “I’m going to stay with you until you’ve recovered.”

Tears began to well in your eyes and you felt yourself wanting to sob. “They’re not even real,” you whispered. Those were the words the doctors had told you. Even after years of trying everything from CBT to biofeedback to mediation… they all just believed you were hysterical or looking for attention. “They’re not a big deal.”

“I saw it,” Spencer said, his voice taking on a higher tone. “It was real, and it was scary, and it is a big deal.”

“Then why don’t the doctors think it’s real? Why do they say it’s all in my head?” you said quietly. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was the humiliating feeling that a coworker had seen you at your worst, or the echoes of the voices of all the specialists that told you that you were crazy over and over again.

Spencer took your hand gently, trying to comfort you. “It’s not all in your head. There’s so much about the brain that we don’t know- it’s possible that what causes your seizures scientists don’t even know exist yet. Just because they can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It isn’t your fault that medical professionals feel the need to blame things they can’t see on psychiatric issues instead of being open minded,” Spencer tripped over his words just a little. You hadn’t spent months hanging around profilers to have caught onto nothing.

“You sound like you speak from experience,” you said quietly. There was a pause. “But you don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I-” Spencer said. “I want to tell you.” He sighed. “A few years ago I was having headaches. They’d last days at a time. I couldn’t focus at work and it cut my reading speed in half.” If you had the strength you would have laughed at that- even at half the speed, Spencer could still read about five times as fast as the average person. “And I got every test and image done imaginable, but the doctors told me it was all in my head.”

His hand was still in yours and you squeezed it gently in support. He smiled gently. “I ended up finding a geneticist that helped me. She had me superdosing with a few vitamins at certain intervals and they cleared up eventually.”

“I’m happy for you,” you told him. It was sincere. As hard as it was to watch other people get better while you still suffered, you were always glad they didn’t have to continually experience pain.

“I wish I could help you,” he said.

“You’re the only doctor I know who hasn’t minimized my experience and told me that yoga and therapy will make it go away. That’s more help than an MD has given me in years.” You opened your eyes fully, having started to recover more.

Spencer’s eyes were wide and longing, like if he looked at you with enough sympathy it would take all the trauma of being gaslit for years taken away. “You’re not crazy. Your condition is real, No matter what anyone says.” He squeezed your hand again. “You’re valid.”

There weren’t words to express the relief his words gave you, so you had to settle and hope that he could feel, through the touch of your hands, how impactful his acknowledgement was.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “Really. Thank you.”

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lovecosy · 7 months ago

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DEMO: TBA

"A wise man travels to discover himself." - James Russell Lowell

Politics.

pol*i*tics: the activities associated with governance of a country or other area, especially the debate or conflict among individuals or parties having or hoping to achieve power.

Politics is a dangerous game, right? Has it always appeared as such? Is such a saying even the truth? Has it always been a cruel world or are those just the words of a being who believes the world owes them everything.

Intrigue.

in*trigue: the secret planning of something illicit or detrimental.

There's something lurking in the shadows, something that seeks to call your name. Will you heed the voice that calls to you? Will you run from it or will you face it and unmask it? What will you do in the moment when it all counts?

Murder.

mur*der: the unlawful premeditated killing of one human being by another.

You were there. You saw it. You saw it all. You saw the gunshot. You heard it ring in your ears. You knew. You knew that you would be next. You knew you had to do something. So you ran. Look back or don't, the choice is wholly yours to make.

Washington D.C. is a utopia of the rich and wealthy. It's the heart of the cog that helps keep the beautiful nation of the United States running. For as long as you can remember, you've always witnessed the greatness and ugliness of the world of politics.

After all, you're a member of The First Family. As such, many people see that your life is centred and created with gold as if Midas was your personal assistant. It's actually more like silver, but what do they know?

One unfortunate and unforeseen night causes the silver spoon in your mouth to begin to tarnish. Now you must run to uncover the truth before it's too late.

Brace yourself as politics, murder, and conspiracy set their eyes on you. The nation also has their eyes on you and your whereabouts or at least they're trying desperately to find you.

Meet interesting characters along your journey of survival, even find love in the face of impending death. Will you become the hunter or stay and live life as the hunted? Don't forget to lace up your shoes and don't trip over the space that's in between it all. Where will you go next?

'A Map Between' is an action-packed thriller with the occasional bit of humour. The current rating is 17+.

🗺️ A customisable MC including: gender or the lack thereof, physical appearance, sexuality and more.

🗺️ Romance 1 of 6 love interests (3 females, 2 males and 1 selectable non-binary). Wanna keep it platonic? No worries. Aromantic and asexual options gameplay and options will be available as well.

🗺️ Deepen your friendship, romance, ruin, or reject relationships with any of the six available for romance.

🗺️ Win (and keep 😍) the nation's heart or be despised by the very place you call home.

🗺️ Travel to one of six locations (or more) in the run to secure your future.

🗺️ Discover secrets that were never really yours to begin with that now rest in the palm of your hand.

Caddel Aliz [F]: A metaphorical ball of sunshine whose actions shine just as bright as her personality. Hailing from the UK, she's made a home and name for herself in the US, but that's only among your friend group. As one of the smartest people in school, she'll surely keep you on your feet as things crumble around you.

She's always looked up to you and admired you. She always wondered if there could be more between you.

Motto: "When you can't be the sunshine, be the sunshine." - Unknown

Portrayed by Francesca Capaldi

Xachariah Collymore [M] : An All-American All-Star! When it comes to making the goals, be it in life or be it on the field, you could always count on the main man, Xachariah. As one of the most popular guys in school, a lot of people crave his attention. Be that as it may, the most special thing in his eyes are you and your rowdy group of friends that always puts a smile on his face.

He's always been an anchor for you. Maybe, just maybe... you're ready to be the same for him or maybe you're ready to pull the anchor up and set sail to see where the wind takes you.

Motto: "Do what you don't want to do, so you can do what you love." - Unknown

Portrayed by Keith Powers

Carter Yearwood [M] : Carter is the heart and soul of your group. Whenever plans need to be made or video games need to be played, Carter is always the one to call. As one of your best friends, he knows practically how to make the good things you experience better and the bad things marginally less horrible. Let's not forget his infectious laugh and smile. That's always a plus on any given day.

He's always noticed your beauty/handsomeness, but have you noticed his little glances he sends your way at times and there smile that follows that only exists for you?

Motto: "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." - Emily Dickinson

Portrayed by George Pomogisebe

Winter Yearwood [F] : As the newest addition of your group, she has yet to find her way. This is made more complicated by the fact that she is mute and only uses various forms of sign language to communicate. Despite her lack of words, her actions and kindness shine through. Will you welcome her with open arms or scorn her enough to where she'll want to keep you at arm's length?

"Who is this person that's caught my attention? Why can't I help but look their way? I wonder if they'll look at me too?"

Motto: "Measure twice and cut once." -Unknown

Portrayed by Dilraba Dilrumat

Molly Albrecht [F] : If Regina George could somehow escape the confines of the movie screen and search for her doppelganger in the real world, she'd have to look no further than Molly Albrecht. She is the queen bee of your school and she rules it with an iron heart and cold lungs. When the world begins to crash and burn, will you help her or make sure she's shoved into the fire of chaos?

"All I've ever known is the beauty of myself and servitude from others. I want to know something different. I want to try something different. I want to..."

Motto: "Boo, you whore." - Regina George

Portrayed by Kathryn Newton

Haven O'Kelly [NB, Sex Selectable, M or F] : The wisecrack of the group and the most nonchalant one to boot. Their quietness is usually seen as charming, but when they talk... they talk a lot. It's a miracle they never ruin out of breath. Born in Australia, they made their way through life to end up by your side. Will you let them stay?

They've always been fiercely loyal to you and by extension your friends, even begrudgingly coming to see the others as the same. In their subconscious, there's always been the notion that there's more for you both if that's something you'd be willing to try. Have they noticed it yet? Only one way to find out.

Motto: "Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears." - John Lennon

Portrayed by Ben Hardy [M] and Sydney Sweeney [F]

Note: No matter the sex that is chosen for Haven, their pronouns will stay as they/them. I appreciate your adherence and acknowledgement! 💖

Please note that this is a work in progress and it's still in the very early stages of writing and planning. Things will be likely to change, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. The current plan is to write the IF in an episodic format and to release it for free on itch.io. Links (RO playlists, moodboards, etc...) will be provided when ready. Any and all reblogs/likes are appreciated. Thank you for even reading this post! Much love 💕.

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yoonavii · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Regency Era! Law x Reader

Description: Lady Y/N defies societal norms with her down-to-earth nature, setting her apart from other noble ladies. During her debut, she captures the attention of numerous suitors, but her heart is unexpectedly drawn to Lord Trafalgar Law, a brooding and mysterious Duke known for his coldness towards women. As their relationship develops, they face the challenges of unraveling Lord Trafalgar’s enigmatic nature and navigating their contrasting personalities amidst societal expectations. Will their connection withstand the obstacles they encounter? or will it crumble?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

As you walk out of your bedroom, your steps barely making a sound on the marble floors, you find yourself acutely aware of the conversations unfolding within the grand estate. The walls seem to carry the voices with clarity, amplifying the sounds around you. It’s inescapable, especially the loud arguments between your parents, or rather, your father and your stepmother.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you strain to hear the raised voices echoing through the corridors. The intensity of your father’s anger is unmistakable, his words laced with frustration and resentment. You can’t help but wonder what has sparked their latest disagreement, knowing all too well the strained dynamics of your blended family.

Your own mother, the woman who brought you into this world, tragically passed away during your birth. In her absence, your father sought solace and companionship in the form of your stepmother. However, over time, her true nature emerged, revealing a self-centered and selfish disposition that often places her own desires above the well-being of the family. As the argument escalates, your father’s voice booms with unrestrained fury. It echoes through the grand halls, a sharp contrast to the luxurious surroundings. You can’t help but feel a pang of empathy for him, knowing that his outbursts may be a response to your stepmother’s actions, ones that may have warranted his intense reaction.

“I took you into this household, hoping for a harmonious family!” your father continues, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and resignation. “But all I see is your disregard for the well-being of our family. It’s as if you exist solely to fulfill your own desires!” The words hang in the air, their impact palpable. The argument underscores the depth of your father’s frustration, his longing for a family unit that thrives on unity and mutual support. The strain of the blended household has taken its toll, leaving him exasperated and yearning for resolution. As you make your way towards the main hallway, the voices of your father and stepmother grow louder and more volatile. The tension in the air is palpable, hanging like a thick cloud of discord.

Your stepmother, in a venomous tone, fires back at your father, defending herself and dismissing his feelings. Her words sting, escalating the already tense atmosphere. The exchange reaches its boiling point when your father, pushed to his limit, retorts with a cutting statement. “If that’s the case, I suppose that I’ll be cutting your other children’s allowance until the end of spring!” he declares, his voice laced with a mix of anger and finality.

A faint gasp escapes your lips as you witness the fury and despair in your stepmother’s eyes. The weight of your father’s words hits her hard, and in a sudden surge of rage, she unleashes her frustration upon the surroundings. With a violent shove, she pushes fragile displays off their pedestals, causing them to crash to the ground, their fragments scattered across the floor.

A primal scream escapes her lips, a raw manifestation of her pent-up emotions and frustrations. It reverberates through the grand hallway, echoing the shattered state of your family dynamic. In that moment, the facade of elegance and composure crumbles, revealing the depths of the turmoil within. As your stepmother’s enraged gaze falls upon you, a wave of apprehension washes over you. Instinctively, you turn away, seeking to evade her piercing stare. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of fear and a desperate longing for escape.

Spotting a nearby maid, you approach her, your voice filled with a sense of urgency. “Excuse me,” you say softly, trying to keep your request concealed from prying ears. “Could you please take me to the stables? I… I need to go for a ride.” The maid, sensing the distress in your voice, nods understandingly. With a gentle smile, she responds, “Of course, Lady Y/n. I’ll accompany you to the stables. A ride might do you good.” A sense of relief washes over you as you realize this is your chance to break free from the suffocating atmosphere of the estate, if only for a little while. The prospect of being alone, surrounded by the comforting presence of the horses and the freedom of the open fields, offers solace in the midst of turmoil.

As you follow the maid through the corridors, a glimmer of anticipation flickers within you. The rhythmic sound of hooves and the wind in your hair promise a temporary respite from the weight of your family’s conflicts. The quiet companionship of the horse, the vastness of nature, and the opportunity to clear your mind provide a brief escape from the tensions that plague your home.

As you step into the stables, you can’t help but notice the recent renovations that have transformed the space. The wooden beams gleam with a fresh polish, and the stalls exude an air of newfound elegance. The renovation has breathed new life into this corner of the estate, making it even more inviting.

Your eyes are drawn to the row of majestic horses, their sleek coats glistening under the soft glow of the stable’s lanterns. Among them, you spot unfamiliar faces, horses that have joined the stable since your last visit. Their presence adds an air of excitement and curiosity, as you wonder about their temperaments and stories. A group of horse grooms and stablehands busy themselves with the daily tasks of feeding and grooming the horses. Their skilled hands move with practiced precision, showing the care and devotion they have for their charges. As they catch sight of you, they turn in unison, their faces brightening with recognition and respect.

One by one, the horse grooms and stablehands pause in their tasks, bowing respectfully as a gesture of acknowledgment. Their greetings carry a warmth that touches your heart, their actions speaking volumes about the bond between horse and human. It’s a reminder of the interconnectedness between the equine world and the people who care for them. Returning their gestures with a nod and a grateful smile, you feel a sense of belonging within this tranquil sanctuary. In the presence of these magnificent creatures and the dedicated individuals who tend to them, you find solace and a temporary reprieve from the conflicts that have plagued your home.

With a renewed sense of purpose and the support of those around you, you eagerly anticipate the ride ahead. As you prepare your horse and mount its back, the gentle nickers and the rhythmic sounds of the stable create a symphony that resonates within your soul. With each stride, you embark on a journey that will not only take you beyond the boundaries of the estate but also grant you a respite from the turmoil of family discord. The wind whisks through your hair, carrying away the worries and burdens, leaving behind a sense of freedom and a renewed spirit.

———

As you ride through the countryside on your trusted horse, a surge of excitement courses through your veins. The feeling of being out on your own, with the wind in your hair and the scenery unfolding before you, fills you with a sense of pure exhilaration. The countryside takes on a new perspective from the back of a horse, offering a more intimate and immersive experience compared to the confines of a carriage.

As your horse carries you swiftly across the rolling hills and verdant fields, you soak in the beauty of nature surrounding you. The vibrant colors of the blooming flowers, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the chorus of birdsong serenade your senses. It’s a moment of pure freedom, where the worries and pressures of the estate are left behind, and you can truly immerse yourself in the present moment.

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, you decide to kick your horse into a faster pace. The steady rhythm of hooves becomes a symphony, blending with the pounding of your own heart. The speed increases, and the world around you becomes a blur as you embrace the thrill of the ride. The wind rushes past, whipping through your hair and invigorating your spirit.

A wide grin stretches across your face as you revel in the excitement of the moment. Laughter spills from your lips, merging with the sounds of nature, creating a harmonious chorus of joy. This exhilarating ride becomes a symbol of your newfound independence, a testament to your spirit and determination to seize life’s adventures. In this moment, you feel truly alive and liberated. The worries and conflicts of your family fade into the background as you embrace the sheer joy of the present. The countryside becomes your playground, and the horse beneath you your faithful companion. With each passing moment, you cherish the freedom, vowing to hold onto this sense of independence and to explore every opportunity for excitement and discovery that lies ahead.

As your horse carries you further into the countryside, you relish in the thrill of the ride. The world becomes a canvas of endless possibilities, and you are the artist, painting your own vibrant path.

———

With a surge of urgency, the Duke’s instincts kick into high gear as he spots Lady Y/n charging towards the creek. Without hesitation, he turns his horse around, pushing them to their limits as he races to intercept her path. The pounding hooves of his steed resonate with his heartbeat, matching the intensity of his concern.

As the distance closes between them, the Duke catches a glimpse of Lady Y/n’s determined expression. He raises his voice, shouting with all his might, desperately trying to reach her ears. “Lady Y/n! Stop! There’s a creek ahead!” he calls out, the urgency and worry evident in his tone. Despite his warnings, Lady Y/n seems undeterred, ignoring the Duke’s pleas as she continues riding towards the creek. His heart skips a beat as the moment of reckoning draws near, fearing the consequences that may await her on the other side.

As they reach the creek, the Duke holds his breath, bracing himself for an unfortunate outcome. However, to his astonishment, Lady Y/n’s horse springs into action, effortlessly leaping over the creek with grace and agility. Time seems to stand still as the horse lands safely on the other side, a testament to its skill and Lady Y/n’s control. A mixture of relief and awe washes over the Duke, his eyes widening in amazement. He realizes that his initial assumption about Lady Y/n’s horse was incorrect. The animal possesses a talent and confidence that surpasses his expectations, leaping over the creek with ease.

With a newfound admiration, the Duke pulls his horse to a halt, watching as Lady Y/n continues her ride on the other side of the creek. Although he had intended to offer a warning and protect her from harm, he now finds himself marveling at her courage and skill. In that moment, a sense of intrigue takes hold of the Duke’s thoughts. He recognizes the spirit and determination that Lady Y/n possesses, seeing in her a kindred soul who is unafraid to take risks and challenge conventions. The unexpected encounter has left an indelible impression on him, piquing his curiosity and deepening his desire to know more about this extraordinary woman.

As Lady Y/n rides on, the Duke lingers for a brief moment, contemplating the significance of their encounter. The creek, once seen as an obstacle to be avoided, has become a catalyst for admiration and connection. The unexpected twist of fate has sparked a newfound intrigue within him, igniting a flame that will drive him to seek out further interactions with Lady Y/n, eager to unravel the depths of her fascinating spirit.

———-

As you slow her horse to a gentler pace, you turn her head to catch a glimpse of the Duke, hoping to offer a word of gratitude for his warning. However, to your dismay, he is nowhere to be seen. He had vanished as quickly as he appeared, leaving behind a sense of mystery and an unfinished connection. Sighing softly, you resume your jjjjjjide, her thoughts lingering on the encounter with the Duke. You wonder about the significance of the unexpected meeting, the way you and the Duke’s paths crossed in a moment of shared concern and fleeting connection. It leaves you with a sense of curiosity and a desire to know more about the enigmatic nobleman who tried to warn her of the approaching creek.

Lost in her thoughts, you gazed up at the sky, noticing the soft hues of the early morning light. The realization dawns upon you that you has been riding for much longer than she initially anticipated. The night has passed, and a new day has emerged with the rising sun. As the golden rays of dawn wash over the countryside, you feel a sense of tranquility settle within you. The peacefulness of the moment, combined with the exhilaration of your ride and the lingering thoughts of the Duke, creates a unique blend of emotions.

As you come to the realization that you have been riding for far longer than anticipated, a sense of urgency sweeps over you. The thoughts of potential consequences and the looming wrath of your parents weigh heavily on your mind. With a determined resolve, you swiftly turn your horse around, retracing the path you had taken, eager to return home before your absence is discovered. Galvanizing your steed into a brisk trot, you push forward, urging the horse to move with haste. The landscape races by in a blur as you navigate the familiar terrain, your focus solely on reaching the safety of home before the sun fully rises and reveals your nocturnal adventure.

As you approach the stables, relief washes over you. You dismount your horse swiftly and hand the reins to the head horse groom, offering a quick word of gratitude for their care. The experienced groom nods in understanding, accepting the responsibility with a reassuring air of professionalism. With a quickened pace, you make your way back towards the main estate, your footsteps barely making a sound against the grand marble floors. As you enter the corridors, you are greeted by the sight of the maid who had taken you to the stables the night before. Her anxious expression is evident, and she beckons you urgently, whispering that you must hurry to your room before your parents awaken.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, you follow the maid’s lead, quietly and swiftly making your way through the halls. The tension in the air is palpable as you navigate the intricate maze of your home, the anticipation of potential repercussions amplifying your every step. Finally, you arrive at your room, closing the door softly behind you. In the sanctuary of your personal space, you take a moment to catch your breath, the weight of the night’s adventure settling upon you. Gratitude fills your heart for the maid’s vigilance and guidance, knowing that her presence and discretion have potentially saved you from the wrath of your parents.

As you settle into the safety of your room, you reflect on the risks you took, realizing the importance of being more cautious in the future. The sense of independence and freedom you had sought during your ride is now tempered by the understanding that your actions carry consequences. As you try to calm your racing heart and gather your composure, Emily enters the room, causing you to jump in surprise once again. Offering a quick apology, she greets you and asks if you’re ready for your morning bath. The tiredness in your voice is evident as you affirm that you are indeed ready for it, despite the weariness from your late-night adventure.

As the water soothes your weary body, Emily moves with practiced efficiency, attending to the task at hand. She carefully pours scented oils into the bath, releasing a fragrant aroma that fills the room. The tension in your muscles begins to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of tranquility. As you settle into the blissful warmth of the water, you feel a renewed sense of energy and find solace in sharing your experiences with Emily. Speaking in hushed tones, you lean in closer to her, entrusting her with the details of your horse riding adventure and the unexpected encounter with the Duke.Emily’s eyes widen with excitement, her face animated with intrigue as she listens attentively to your tale. “Oh, my lady, that sounds positively thrilling!” she exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper, but still filled with enthusiasm. You shoot her a quick glance, a finger pressed to your lips, silently reminding her of the need for discretion. “Lower your voice, Emily,” you whisper back, a hint of amusement in your tone. “We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing.”

Emily blushes, her excitement momentarily curtailed. “Apologies, my lady,” she murmurs, lowering her voice to a whisper. “But it truly sounds like something out of a romantic tale.”

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It does have a touch of romance, doesn’t it? But let’s keep it between us for now. I’m not sure what will come of it,” you admit, the uncertainty coloring your words.

——

As you step into the grand dining hall, the doors held open by the doormen, a wave of surprise washes over you as you realize it’s not your siblings waiting at the table, but your stepmother, occupying the seat at the head. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to expect, before gathering your composure and offering a polite greeting. “Good morning,” you say, your tone respectful despite the unexpected change in the morning routine.

Your stepmother’s icy gaze meets yours briefly, her expression devoid of warmth or acknowledgment. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she gestures for you to take a seat at the table, leaving no room for pleasantries or further interaction. Feeling a mix of disappointment and trepidation, you comply with her instructions, settling into your chair as the servants begin to serve breakfast. The room is filled with a hushed tension, the air thick with unspoken words and unmet expectations.

Your stepmother, her voice laced with thinly veiled condescension, begins to speak. “Y/n,” she addresses you, her tone cutting, “there is an important gala approaching, and it will serve as your social debut.” Her words hang in the air, the weight of her expectations palpable. With a forced smile, you respond evenly, “I understand, stepmother. I will do my utmost to prepare and present myself in the best possible manner.” Inside, you grit your teeth, determined to rise above her insults and the pressure she places upon you.

But your stepmother continues, her tone growing even more derogatory. “It is imperative that you look your very best, Y/n,” she sneers, her words dripping with disdain. “We wouldn’t want you to tarnish the family’s reputation, especially mine.” Her words strike a nerve, and you find yourself struggling to keep your composure. The hurt and frustration welling up within you threaten to spill over, but you muster all the strength you can summon, reminding yourself of your own worth and resilience.

Taking a deep breath, you respond with measured poise, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of defiance. “Thank you for your guidance, stepmother,” you say, your words carefully chosen. “I will ensure that I uphold the family’s name to the best of my abilities.”

Deep down, you long for acceptance and understanding from your family, a genuine connection that seems perpetually out of reach. Yet, in this moment, you realize that your path to self-discovery and fulfillment lies beyond their expectations and judgments.

——————

As the Viscount sits in his study, surrounded by an air of authority, the room exudes an aura of utmost refinement. The walls are adorned with intricately carved bookshelves, housing volumes of ancient wisdom and tales of noble lineage. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow upon the mahogany furniture and polished floors. In the midst of this distinguished setting, the Viscount diligently attends to his business paperwork. The stack of documents before him serves as a testament to his wealth and influence, each page requiring his careful attention and authoritative stamp. He sits tall and composed, his countenance reflecting the weight of his responsibilities. Suddenly, the door to the study creeks open, pulling his attention away momentarily. The butler approaches with an air of deference, his voice calm and measured as he delivers the news. “Sir, preparations for the gala are well underway,” he informs the Viscount, a touch of pride evident in his tone.

The Viscount offers a nonchalant hum in response, his focus still partially on the documents before him. His eyes glance up briefly, acknowledging the butler’s words, before returning to his work. The weight of responsibility hangs heavy in the room, and the Viscount’s mind remains occupied with the myriad of tasks at hand. However, a flicker of interest sparks within him as he poses a question to the butler. “And what about the personal invitation for the Duke?” he asks, his voice laced with a touch of anticipation. The butler’s face brightens with a hint of satisfaction as he replies, “Rest assured, sir, the invitation was delivered to the Duke as per your instructions. We can expect his presence at the gala.”

A sense of quiet satisfaction settles within the Viscount, his features relaxing slightly as he contemplates the presence of the Duke at the forthcoming event. It is evident that the Duke’s attendance holds significance, both for the prestige it brings and for the potential opportunities it may unlock. With a nod of approval, the Viscount returns his attention to the paperwork before him, his mind abuzz with thoughts of the gala and the numerous details that require his attention. The weight of his responsibilities is tangible, but the prospect of the upcoming event provides a respite, a chance for him to navigate the intricate web of social connections and further his own ambitions.

In the depths of his study, amidst stacks of papers and the lingering scent of ink, the Viscount sets aside the thought of the gala for a moment, allowing a hint of anticipation to settle within him. It is an opportunity to solidify his standing, to make strategic moves in the realm of high society, and to leave a lasting impression on those who matter most. With renewed focus, he immerses himself in the paperwork once again, driven by the knowledge that the success of the gala and the impressions made will not only reflect upon himself, but upon his family and their esteemed name.

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