#it's a high price to pay for greatness
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wouldn't it be heartbreaking if the reason you can't have any of the great beast species as a spirit animal is because they are extinct. what if all the other gray wolves and golden eagles and elk in the world were wiped out by the impact of the wyrm's egg, and the individual great beasts were the only survivors of their kind. to the humans of erdas, these fifteen god-like figures are the only glimpse they'll ever have of species that disappeared before their race was even born.
of course, considering certain canon events, this would take a fair amount of tweaking to work. conor has had to protect his family's sheep from wolves all his life, cabaro's pride which does all the work for him is essential to his character, etc. however, subspecies that survived the impact could easily fill these roles. either way, it's an intriguing idea.
#and one i may or may not utilize in a revised history of erdas#i'll have to give it more thought#something about the underlying tragedy of the great beasts#their existence is a lonely one. they have each other but they are completely alone.#aliens in their own home#existing through the ages in a world that does not remember what they are or where they came from#they are worshipped and adored but they can never find the same comfort and kinship that they did when their lives were simple#and many of them would not go back but all of them agree#it's a high price to pay for greatness#text#a revised history of erdas#spirit animals#spirit animals books#spirit animals series#great beasts
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WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU ?
JUSTICE â what would you do to ensure justice? you know full well i donât speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. what would you do to those that hurt you? if I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? what kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? you are right to do so. you are right to want to do so. ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. you are within your rights. you spell out your own rights, now. are you happy about it? are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? does your anger hurt less now?
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#DASH GAMES //#her concept of justice and her concept of what makes things even is entirely ? it has its basis in what she considers fair and the black#and white nature of her own morality like itâs#her conceptualization of justice is set wholly in courts and the legality of the situation and the importance of oneâs sworn word in the#society she was brought up in#like IT IS based in ideals - it IS based in court#and like there has just đ been so much. thereâs so much - she canât punish everyone whoâs attempted to diminish her or hurt her in any#sort of way because itâs all blurred into one consistent stream of things that she has ? she needs to let go of - she canât respond to#every little thing when the allegations flung at her most post the birth of her children are that of high treason#like thereâs so much simmering anger that she just buried deeper and deeper until she can pretend it doesnât exist#she doesnât hurt alicent she doesnât hurt helaena sheâs even reluctant to attack KL after Lukeâs death due to her fear of kinslaying like#she has her limits and that still is ? The people she would perceive as innocent and people like Alicent who ? in the book viserys loved an#in the show who she herself cared for like itâs#â does your anger hurt less now ? â no! it does not#because the price sheâs paid to successfully reclaim what they stole from her is ! too! high !#the price she never wanted to have to pay which she said at the start of it was too high of a cost was paid anyway and sheâs fundamentally#fucking miserable because of it#like visenya is dead luke is dead jace is dead and viserys is missing and likely dead and all she has left is joff and aegon#and like the notion of the opposition to her succession was something she expected at that point. But what hurts the MOST is the way they#went about it. What hurts the most is what happened as a result of the shock she experienced from it#like she miscarried from it and she lost visenya - and the subsequent confrontations afterward led to the losses of her other children and#itâs like ??? they couldâve called a great council - they shouldâve called a great council but no one did#what hurts is the fact the excuse is the vows sworn to her were â staleâ and thus the people who turned their backs on them didnât need to#uphold them so they could go about oathbreaking with their honor in tact when itâs like ? ( to her ) it feels as if she wasnât even worth#the grace of them being honest with themselves on what they were doing#like itâs ?
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#shocked with myself (maybe pleasantly surprised? is the right phrase)#at actually liking barbie a great deal more than i had prepared myself to#it was just a lot more sincere than i had expected; i was afraid it wouldn't be/be more on the snarky side of cinema lately#but it was strangely so much more heartfelt than that#of course some points felt rushed/too on the nose#but the girls and ryan gosling made me so happy#and her at the end saying (spoilers obvs) that yes YES she does want to take life by the hand and pay the price to live and live#also as a former representative of unrequited love the throughline felt a lot gentler than i was prepared for it to be#it was a lot more about emotion and the joy of growing up and growing old than i expected#i don't necessarily think its heart is as pure as a truly great movie??#but it didn't laugh AT you. it made you laugh and it also meant what it said#which idk idk in a sea of endless winks at the camera laughing obnoxiously loudly media i appreciated the at least#wanting to live and live well aspect of it all and how it took that seriously#like someone on my dash said. i don't really know if it was a good movie?? but the borders of my mind are stretched#something in me is dreaming because of it. so i think that at least is worth it all#also all the girls in the theater laughing their heads off did something to me!!!#there were countless friends (including mine) decked out in pink and it was so so so sweet to me#(anyway. you didn't need these thoughts and maybe I'll retract it later when I've come down from the high of hugging both my buddies)
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Shadow High Series 2 dolls are on sale
#this would be a great opportunity to get Rexx too because i refuse to pay full price for a boy doll#i need rainbow high series 4 to be on sale/in stock#i NEED Jewel Richie
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Oh gosh the Simic are gonna need so much fucking ramp to keep up with this thing
#asks#as long as you can pay you can draw SO MANY CARDS#something that feels a little bad is that if you put too many counters on a creature you might not be able to pay so you'll get nothing#i think wording similar to Shanna Purifying Blade would be better#but anyway this thing has ridiculous potential to draw SO MANY CARDS#just like shanna#except you don't even need to cast life gain spells during the turn you pay x so you have even more mana left to DRAW MORE CARDS#use with incubator tokens or hydras and such#combine with plenty of protection spells to keep the kitty safe#and you have a very powerful card draw engine#hydras even work great with the ramp you need to keep up with the costs and draw#you will never run out of cards#also wow i can't believe you got The inflation to draw the art#i hear their commission prices have gotten really high recently#you know#because of#no i shan't say#custom cards
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Not to take an extreme stance, but I will once again point out that often fines for companies are less a punishment and more just the cost of doing business
If a fine isn't higher than the cost of doing things right, then it becomes a fee you pay to get to cut corners
I'm sorry, but I feel like at a certain point the only way to get companies to stop violating the law may be prison time for upper management (no scapegoats allowed). Obviously only for more severe violations, but still... we see that fines don't deter companies from bad behavior... maybe repeat offenders need to face more than monetary consequences
#this is about that price fixing fine and me thinking... yeah... but is 40 million more than they made by doing it?#like that's great and all; but did you actually deter them in anyway#or did they just get a massive win?#did their price fixing for instance make them 100 million; cause that's 60 million in profit#like when you leave morality aside; the answer becomes obvious that price fixing makes more money that it costs if that's the case#fines need to either be so painful that paying them costs more than you make from the violation#or like I said... upper management needs actual consequences that are high enough to deter them#I don't have a properly laid out iron clad policy with robust consideration for loopholes and legal precedent here#I have an opinion and a wish that we maybe begin thinking what that legal framework would look like#but I'm not saying anything new; you probably already know this#seriously though; how often is a fine less of a punishment and more of a fee for getting caught#and how often is it literally cheaper to pay the fine than to do things the way they need to be done#if it's cheaper to pay an EPA fine than it is to dispose of things properly why not pump sludge into the ground water?#these companies have no human decency; so what reason within their value structure is there not to do this stuff?#and do these fines actually do anything to truly compensate for the damage done?#like that fine that was given in the price fixing case... it's gonna be paid out to poor families or whatever#is it even close to as much money as they lost to the price gouging that they're gonna be getting a check for?#you see what I'm saying right? not that I have the answers; but this fines as fees is a failure of policy#why even have rules at all if you can just pay a fee to waive them?#like many of these rules are ones I want in place; I want price fixing to be illegal cause it's very harmful... but what's the enforcement?#will this make these companies change and not do this again; or will it make them go 'shucks; shame we got caught'?
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âŒïžPlease donât skip taking a look đđ”đž
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Imâ Rewaida from Gaza đđ”đž ..I need your help if you can
My husband Maher and I were living a simple, beautiful life full of peace and security, and we were waiting for our first child.
But October 7 came and since that day we no longer saw comfort or happiness in our lives. We lost our house that we had built a few months before the war with great difficulty so that we could welcome our first born in it and provide him with all the comfort and tranquility he needed.
The brutal occupation demolished our house before we could enjoy it and before we could pay the installments of the debt we had borrowed to build it.
We lived in tents, we lived in poverty, hunger, cold and we experienced all kinds of diseases.
I gave birth to my child in difficult circumstances when I was escaping from the bombing that was next to us and I fell and had severe bleeding and had to have a caesarean section in order to save my childâs life.
All the dreams I had drawn with my husband and child became a nightmare that haunts me. I was unable to provide a decent life for him because of the devastating war and high prices.
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Help Family Raghadđđ»đ
Hello everyone! My name is Raghad and I am from Gaza. I am currently in my third year of university at the Faculty of Dentistry in Egypt. Before the genocide, I relied on paying my tuition fee ($3000) from my father. Now, our home in the Gaza Strip in the Khan Younis area has been destroyed. Throughout the genocide, my dear father lost his job, which was our source of livelihood, and all of our financial resources became inaccessible.
Currently, my motherâs family (my motherâs brothers and sisters and their children) and my fatherâs family (my fatherâs brothers and sisters and their children) are all in the Gaza Strip in an area called Al-Mawasi. All of them live in tents and are struggling everyday to survive.
Living in Egypt has increasingly been difficult for me and my family. 5 months ago, my family (my mother @ranasadeq , father, three sisters and one brother) evacuated from Gaza and are struggling to pay our rent and daily expenses. My brother,@mahmoud-sd who is still studying high school online, needs $100 per month for his tuition. My three sisters, who are also in school, each require $100 per month for their tuition.
Due to the harsh living conditions and the extremely high cost of living in Egypt, we must pay $150 per month for rent. Additionally, we face great difficulty in meeting our obligations, as my familyâs monthly expenses are approximately $600, covering high prices for food, water, electricity, gas bills, and medical expenses for my grandmother.
In conclusion, I need about $20,000 in total to cover me and my familyâs Here are the details:
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Everything we have in Gaza has been destroyed. I know that you have unconditional love for the people of Gaza and that you support us.
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To Hell With Duty
Lewis Hamilton x soulmate!Reader
Summary: youâve always known that being Princess of the UK means that a soulmate is a luxury you canât afford ⊠but then you meet your soulmate and decide that some things are worth turning your back on duty for
Warnings: abusive family dynamics
Note: I promised to write something in honor of Lewisâ win and this was born (now Iâm tempted to make a soulmate AU series)
The sun blazes overhead as you step out of the sleek black car, your designer heels clicking against the pavement. The roar of engines and the excited chatter of the crowd at Silverstone envelop you, but you can barely hear them over the pounding of your own heart.
âYour Royal Highness, this way please,â a smartly dressed aide gestures towards the paddock area.
You nod, forcing a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes. As you walk, you absently rub your wrist, feeling the slight raised bumps of your soulmate mark beneath the carefully applied concealer.
âI wish you didnât have to hide it,â your best friend and lady-in-waiting, Sophie, whispers beside you.
âYou know I donât have a choice,â you murmur back, glancing around to ensure no one overheard.
The memory of your brotherâs ordeal flashes through your mind, as vivid and painful as the day it happened ...
âNo, please! You canât do this!â Edwardâs anguished cries echoed through the palace halls.
You huddled in your room, hands pressed over your ears, trying to block out the sound. But nothing could drown out your brotherâs screams as the royal physician burned away his soulmate tattoo.
Later, when you snuck into his room, you found him curled up on his bed, cradling his bandaged wrist.
âEddie?â You whispered, your voice small and frightened.
He looked up at you, his eyes red and puffy. âY/N ... Iâm sorry you had to hear that.â
You climbed onto the bed beside him. âWhy did they do it? Why canât you be with your soulmate?â
Edward sighed, pulling you close. âBecause weâre royals, little sister. Our marriages are about duty, not love. Soulmates ... theyâre a luxury we canât afford.â
âBut thatâs not fair!â You protested.
âNo, itâs not,â he agreed, his voice hollow. âBut itâs the price we pay for our position. Promise me something, Y/N. If you ever find your soulmate ... run. Run far away and donât look back.â
The memory fades as Sophie gently squeezes your arm, bringing you back to the present.
âAre you okay?â She asks, concern etched on her face.
You take a deep breath, straightening your shoulders. âIâm fine. Letâs get this over with.â
As you make your way through the paddock, you canât help but feel a twinge of envy at the carefree laughter and excitement around you. Everywhere you look, people are proudly displaying their soulmate tattoos, some comparing them with friends, others stealing glances at strangers, wondering if today might be the day they meet their perfect match.
âYour Royal Highness,â a race official greets you with a bow. âWeâre honored to have you here today. If youâll follow me, Iâll show you to the VIP area.â
You nod, allowing yourself to be led through the crowded paddock. The official drones on about the dayâs schedule, but your mind wanders.
âWhat do you think your soulmate is like?â Sophie had asked you once, years ago, when you were both giggling teenagers.
âI donât know,â you had replied, tracing the words on your wrist. âBut I hope theyâre kind. And funny. Someone who sees me for who I am, not just my title.â
âYouâll find them one day,â Sophie had said confidently. âAnd when you do, itâll be magical.â
Now, surrounded by the bustle and excitement of race day, that conversation feels like a lifetime ago. Youâve long since resigned yourself to the fact that youâll never meet your soulmate. Even if you did, you could never act on it. The risk is too great.
Lost in thought, you donât notice the figure rounding the corner until itâs too late. You collide with a solid chest, stumbling backward. Strong hands grip your arms, steadying you before you can fall.
You look up, an apology on your lips, and find yourself staring into the most captivating brown eyes youâve ever seen. Time seems to stand still as you gaze at each other, the world fading away around you.
And then he speaks, his voice low and warm.
âWhoa there, careful Princess. Iâve got you.â
***
Your heart stops as Lewisâ words sink in. Theyâre an exact match to the tattoo hidden beneath layers of concealer on your wrist. For a moment, youâre frozen, lost in his warm brown eyes, your mind reeling with the implications of what just happened.
Then reality comes crashing down. You canât do this. You canât put him in danger. You canât risk the pain your brother went through.
âI ... I have to go,â you stammer, pulling away from his gentle grip.
Lewisâ brow furrows in confusion. âWait, whatâs wrong?â
But youâre already backing away, panic rising in your chest. âIâm sorry, I canât ... this isnât ... I have to leave.â
You turn and run, pushing past startled onlookers, your heart pounding in your ears. Behind you, you hear Lewis call out.
âPrincess, wait! Your words ... theyâre on my wrist!â
You falter for a moment, his words piercing through your panic. But no, it doesnât matter. It canât matter. You keep running.
âY/N, please!â Lewisâ voice is closer now. Heâs chasing after you. âI know you felt it too. We need to talk about this!â
You duck around a corner, trying to lose him in the maze of the paddock. But Lewis is faster, more familiar with the layout. He catches up to you in a quiet area behind one of the garages.
âPrincess,â he says, slightly out of breath. âPlease, just hear me out.â
You shake your head, tears threatening to spill. âYou donât understand. We canât do this. My family ... theyâll never allow it. Theyâll hurt you, or worse.â
Lewis takes a cautious step closer. âWhat do you mean? Why would your family hurt me?â
âBecause youâre my soulmate!â The words burst out before you can stop them. âAnd royals arenât allowed to be with their soulmates. Itâs all about duty and arranged marriages. They ... they burned off my brotherâs mark when he found his soulmate.â
Lewisâ eyes widen in horror. âThatâs barbaric. They canât do that to you.â
You laugh bitterly. âTheyâre the royal family. They can do whatever they want.â
âNo,â Lewis says firmly. âThey canât. Because I wonât let them.â
You look at him, confused. âWhat?â
Lewis takes your hand gently, his touch sending sparks through your body. âY/N, Iâm not just British. Iâm also a Brazilian citizen. And in Brazil, there are laws protecting soulmates. If weâre truly matched, which I believe we are, you automatically gain Brazilian citizenship too. Your family canât touch you there.â
Hope flares in your chest, but you quickly squash it down. âIt doesnât matter. Theyâll find a way. They always do.â
âNot this time,â Lewis insists. âLook, I have a race to drive soon, but after that, we can fly to Brazil immediately. Iâll keep you safe until then.â
You shake your head. âItâs too dangerous. If they find out ...â
âThey wonât,â Lewis promises. âMy driverâs room is private and secure. You can hide there until after the race. No one will think to look for you there.â
You hesitate, torn between hope and fear. âI donât know ...â
Lewis squeezes your hand gently. âI know we just met, but Iâve been waiting my whole life to find you. Please, give us a chance. Let me protect you.â
You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. Slowly, you nod. âOkay. But we have to be careful.â
Relief washes over Lewisâ face. âWe will be. Come on, letâs get you somewhere safe.â
He leads you quickly through the paddock, taking care to avoid busy areas. You keep your head down, heart racing every time you pass someone. Finally, you reach a door marked with Lewisâ name.
âHere we are,â he says, ushering you inside. âLock the door behind me and donât open it for anyone but me. Iâll knock three times, pause, then twice more. Okay?â
You nod, taking in the small but comfortable room. âOkay. But Lewis, what about your race? You canât miss it because of me.â
He smiles reassuringly. âDonât worry about that. Iâll race, and then weâll leave right after. Itâll be fine.â
âBut what if something goes wrong? What if they find me?â The fear creeps back into your voice.
Lewis takes your hands in his, his touch grounding you. âHey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. Weâre soulmates, remember? That means weâre in this together now.â
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. âIâm scared.â
âI know,â he says softly. âBut youâre also incredibly brave. Youâve lived with this fear your whole life, and youâre still standing. We can do this.â
A small smile tugs at your lips. âWeâve known each other for all of ten minutes and youâre already saying âweâ?â
Lewis grins. âWell, thatâs what happens when you meet your soulmate, I guess. Everything changes in an instant.â
You laugh softly, feeling some of the tension leave your body. âI suppose youâre right.â
âListen,â Lewis says, his tone turning serious. âI know this is all happening very fast, and I donât expect you to fall in love with me right away or anything. Weâll take things as slow as you want once weâre safe. But right now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?â
You look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination. Slowly, you nod. âYes, I think I can.â
âGood,â Lewis smiles. âNow, I have to go get ready for the race. Remember, three knocks, pause, then two more. Donât open for anyone else.â
âI wonât,â you promise. âBe careful out there, okay?â
Lewisâ smile widens. âAlways am, Princess. Iâll see you soon.â
As he leaves, you lock the door behind him, your heart still racing. You sink onto the small couch, trying to process everything thatâs happened in the last hour.
Youâve found your soulmate. After years of hiding your tattoo, of living in fear of it being burned away like your brotherâs, youâve actually met the person whose words are etched on your skin.
And not just any person. Lewis Hamilton. World-famous driver, activist, and fashion icon. Youâve seen him on TV, of course, admired his skill on the track and his passion for social justice. But you never imagined ...
You rub your wrist absently, feeling the slight raised bumps of your mark beneath the concealer. For the first time in years, you allow yourself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can have the life youâve always dreamed of.
But doubt creeps in. What if Lewis is wrong? What if Brazilian citizenship isnât enough to protect you from your familyâs influence? What if they find you before you can leave?
You pace the small room, alternating between hope and fear. The sound of engines revving in the distance tells you the race is about to start. You find yourself holding your breath every time you hear footsteps pass by the door, terrified it might be palace security coming to drag you away.
Time crawls by agonizingly slowly. You try to distract yourself by watching the race on the small TV in the corner, but every time the camera focuses on Lewisâ car, your heart leaps into your throat. You silently urge him to be careful, to finish the race quickly so you can escape.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear it. Three knocks, a pause, then two more. You rush to the door, your hand hesitating for just a moment before you unlock it.
Lewis slips inside quickly, closing and locking the door behind him. Heâs still in his race suit, his hair damp with sweat.
âAre you okay?â You ask immediately. âHow was the race?â
Lewis grins. âIâm fine, and I won. But thatâs not important right now. We need to go.â
He grabs a bag from a locker and starts shoving clothes into it. âIâve arranged for a private jet to take us to SĂŁo Paulo. We need to leave now, before anyone realizes youâre missing.â
You nod, your heart racing again. âOkay. What do we do?â
âIâve got some clothing here that might fit you,â Lewis says, pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. âPut these on over your clothes. Weâll need to be discreet getting to the airport.â
As you change, Lewis continues talking. âOnce weâre in Brazil, weâll be safe. There are strict laws protecting soulmates there. Your family wonât be able to touch you.â
âBut what about your career?â You ask, suddenly realizing what heâs giving up. âYou canât just leave everything behind for me.â
Lewis pauses, looking at you intently. âY/N, youâre my soulmate. That means youâre more important than any career, any amount of fame or money. Weâll figure out the details later, but right now, keeping you safe is all that matters.â
His words make your heart swell. Youâve never had anyone put you first like this before. âI donât know what to say.â
âYou donât have to say anything,â Lewis smiles. âJust trust me, okay?â
You nod, feeling a sense of calm settle over you despite the chaotic situation. âI do trust you. Letâs go.â
Lewis takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âReady?â
You take a deep breath, thinking of all youâre leaving behind â your family, your duty, the only life youâve ever known. But as you look at Lewis, you realize youâre also stepping into a new life. One where youâre free to be yourself, to love who you want, to follow your heart.
âReady,â you say firmly.
And with that, Lewis opens the door, and together, you step out into your new future.
***
The private jet hums softly as it cuts through the night sky, carrying you away from everything youâve ever known. Youâre curled up against Lewis on the plush leather seat, your head resting on his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear is oddly comforting, grounding you in this surreal moment.
Lewisâ arm is wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your back. With your free hand, you trace the lines of his soulmate tattoo â your first words to him, now etched forever on his skin.
âI still canât believe this is real,â you murmur, your fingers following the curves of each letter.
Lewis chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest. âI know what you mean. Iâve imagined meeting you so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.â
You look up at him, a mixture of emotions swirling in your chest. âWerenât you afraid? When you realized who I was?â
âAfraid?â Lewis considers for a moment. âNo, not afraid. Excited, nervous, maybe a little overwhelmed. But not afraid.â He pauses, his expression growing serious. âBut you were. Youâre still afraid now, arenât you?â
You nod slowly, dropping your gaze back to his wrist. âIâve been afraid for so long, Iâm not sure I know how to stop.â
Lewisâ hand moves to cup your face gently, encouraging you to look at him again. âWill you tell me about it? Help me understand?â
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. âItâs ... itâs not a pleasant story.â
âIâm here,â Lewis says softly. âWhatever it is, weâll face it together.â
His words, so simple yet so profound, give you the courage to begin. âIt started with my brother, Edward. He was always the rebellious one, you know? Always pushing boundaries, questioning traditions. When he found his soulmate, he was over the moon. Her name was Lily, and she was ... she was perfect for him. Kind, funny, passionate about the same causes he was.â
You pause, the memory of your brotherâs joy contrasting sharply with what came after. Lewis waits patiently, his presence a comforting anchor.
âFor a few months, they managed to keep it a secret. But eventually, someone saw them together. Word got back to our parents and ...â You shudder, remembering that awful day. âThey were furious. They gave Edward an ultimatum: give up Lily or give up his place in the line of succession.â
âThatâs horrible,â Lewis murmurs, his arm tightening around you.
You nod, continuing, âEdward refused. He said Lily was more important than any throne. So they ... they decided to take matters into their own hands.â
Your voice breaks as you recount what happened next. âThey had the royal physician burn off Edwardâs soulmate mark. I can still hear his screams echoing through the palace. It was ... it was torture.â
Lewisâ body tenses beneath you, his voice tight with anger when he speaks. âThey had no right. How could they do that to their own son?â
âThey said it was for the good of the country,â you reply bitterly. âThat royals canât afford the luxury of soulmates. Our marriages are political tools, nothing more.â
âWhat happened to Edward and Lily?â Lewis asks gently.
You sigh heavily. âEdward was never the same after that. The spark in him just ... died. He does his duty now, makes the appearances heâs supposed to, but itâs like heâs just going through the motions. And Lily ... last I heard, she moved to Australia. I think being anywhere near the UK was too painful for her.â
Lewis is quiet for a moment, processing your words. âIâm so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. No wonder you were scared when you realized we were soulmates.â
You nod, feeling the weight of years of fear and secrecy lifting as you share your story. âThatâs not even the worst of it,â you admit softly.
Lewis looks at you, concern etched on his face. âThereâs more?â
You take another deep breath, steeling yourself for the hardest part of the story. âMy father ... he had an older sister. Aunt Margaret. I never met her, but I found out about her a few years ago.â
Lewis listens intently as you continue, âShe found her soulmate when she was young, maybe 20 or so. And she refused to give him up, no matter what my grandparents said. They tried everything â threats, bribes, even attempting to arrange another match for her. But Margaret stood firm.â
âShe sounds brave,â Lewis comments.
You nod, a sad smile touching your lips. âShe was. But bravery wasnât enough. One night, both Margaret and her soulmate disappeared. The official story was that theyâd eloped, run off to start a new life together. But that wasnât the truth.â
Lewisâ body tenses again, as if bracing for whatâs coming. You press on, the words tumbling out now that youâve started.
âMargaretâs soulmate was ... dealt with. Permanently. And Margaret herself was institutionalized. Locked away in a private facility, hidden from the world.â
âThatâs ... thatâs monstrous,â Lewis breathes, horror evident in his voice.
You nod, feeling tears prick at your eyes. âWhen I found out, I couldnât believe it. I managed to find out where she was being held and I ... I visited her.â
Lewisâ hand resumes its gentle stroking of your back, encouraging you to continue.
âShe was ... god, Lewis, she was just a shell. Decades of being locked away, of being separated from her soulmate ... it had broken her. She didnât even seem to realize I was there.â
A tear escapes, rolling down your cheek. Lewis gently wipes it away with his thumb.
âThatâs why I was so scared,â you whisper. âIâve seen what my family is capable of. What lengths theyâll go to in order to keep up appearances, to maintain their idea of duty.â
Lewis is quiet for a long moment, his arms tightening around you protectively. When he finally speaks, his voice is filled with a mix of anger and determination.
âListen to me, Y/N,â he says firmly. âWhat happened to your brother, to your aunt ... it was wrong. Cruel and wrong. But I promise you, I will not let that happen to us.â
You look up at him, seeing the fierce protectiveness in his eyes. âHow can you be so sure?â
âBecause weâre not alone in this,â Lewis explains. âWe have resources they donât. My citizenship, for one. The laws protecting soulmates in Brazil. And beyond that, we have the power of public opinion.â
You frown, not quite understanding. âWhat do you mean?â
Lewis shifts slightly, his expression thoughtful. âThink about it. Your familyâs power comes from public support, right? What do you think would happen if the world found out they were separating soulmates, institutionalizing people?â
âIt would be a scandal,â you realize, your eyes widening.
âExactly,â Lewis nods. âWeâre not helpless. If they try anything, we can fight back. We can tell our story, rally support. The world has changed a lot. People believe in the sanctity of soulmates now more than ever.â
His words spark a tiny flame of hope in your chest. âYou really think we could do that?â
âI know we could,â Lewis says confidently. âBut more than that, I donât think weâll have to. Your family isnât stupid. Theyâll realize the risk isnât worth it. Especially not with someone as high-profile as me.â
You canât help but chuckle at that. âModest, arenât you?â
Lewis grins, the tension of the moment breaking. âHey, Iâm just stating facts. Seven-time world champion, remember?â
You roll your eyes playfully, but then grow serious again. âLewis ... thank you. For listening, for understanding. For not running away when you realized how complicated this all is.â
âHey,â Lewis says softly, tilting your chin up so youâre looking directly into his eyes. âYouâre my soulmate. That means weâre in this together, complications and all. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His words wash over you, soothing fears youâve carried for so long. For the first time, you allow yourself to truly believe that maybe, just maybe, you can have this. You can have him.
âSo,â you say, a small smile playing on your lips. âWhat happens now?â
Lewis grins, his eyes twinkling with excitement and possibility. âNow? Now we start our adventure. We land in SĂŁo Paulo, get your citizenship sorted out, and then ... well, then the worldâs our oyster. We can go anywhere, do anything.â
âAnything?â You ask, the concept of such freedom almost dizzying.
âAnything,â Lewis confirms. âWe could travel the world. Or we could find a quiet place to settle down if thatâs what you prefer. We could work on charitable causes together, or you could pursue whatever dreams youâve had to put aside because of your royal duties.â
The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one more exciting than the last. âI ... I donât even know where to start,â you admit.
Lewis chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âWe donât have to decide everything right now. Weâve got time. For now, letâs just focus on getting to Brazil safely. We can figure out the rest as we go.â
You nod, settling back against his chest. The steady beat of his heart syncs with the hum of the jet engines, lulling you into a sense of peace you havenât felt in years.
As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in the safety of your soulmateâs arms, you realize something. For the first time in your life, youâre not afraid of the future. Instead, youâre excited to see what it holds.
Whatever comes next, youâll face it together. You and Lewis, two halves of a whole, finally united. The journey ahead may be uncertain, but with him by your side, youâre ready for anything.
***
As the private jet touches down on Brazilian soil, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flutters in your stomach. Lewis gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as the plane rolls to a stop.
âReady?â He asks, his warm brown eyes meeting yours.
You take a deep breath and nod. âAs Iâll ever be.â
The cabin door opens, and the humid Brazilian air rushes in. Lewis leads you down the steps, his hand never leaving yours. At the bottom, a tall woman in a crisp suit waits, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun.
âMr. Hamilton,â she greets with a warm smile, extending her hand. âAnd Your Royal Highness. Welcome to Brazil. Iâm Dr. Raquel Santos from the Department of Soulmate Affairs.â
Lewis shakes her hand. âDr. Santos, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.â
âOf course,â she replies, turning to you. âYour Highness, itâs an honor.â
You shake her hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. âPlease, just call me Y/N. I ... Iâm not sure how much of a royal I am anymore.â
Dr. Santosâ smile softens. âOf course, Y/N. Why donât we move this conversation somewhere more private? I have a car waiting to take us to a secure location where we can discuss everything in detail.â
You and Lewis follow her to a sleek black car. Once inside, Dr. Santos turns to face you both.
âFirst and foremost,â she begins, âI want to assure you that you are under the full protection of Brazilian law. As soon as you stepped off that plane, Y/N, you became entitled to all the rights and protections we offer to soulmates.â
âJust like that?â You ask, hardly daring to believe it could be so simple.
Dr. Santos nods. âJust like that. Brazil takes soulmate rights very seriously. We believe that the bond between soulmates is sacred and should be protected at all costs.â
Lewis leans forward, his expression serious. âWhat exactly does that protection entail? Y/Nâs situation is ... complicated.â
âI understand,â Dr. Santos says. âYour assistant filled me in on some of the details during our phone call. Let me break down the key points for you.â
As the car glides through the streets of SĂŁo Paulo, Dr. Santos begins her explanation.
âFirst, as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen, Y/N is immediately eligible for Brazilian citizenship. We can begin the paperwork right away. This will provide an added layer of protection against any attempts at extradition.â
You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. âSo my family canât force me to return to the UK?â
âCorrect,â Dr. Santos confirms. âBrazil does not recognize any authority over soulmate bonds, not even royal decrees. Your status as a princess is irrelevant in the eyes of our law when it comes to your rights as a soulmate.â
Lewis squeezes your hand, a smile playing on his lips. âSee? I told you weâd figure it out.â
Dr. Santos continues, âFurthermore, we have specific laws protecting soulmates from forced separation. Any attempt to interfere with your bond â be it physical separation, coercion, or even attempts to remove or alter your soulmate marks â is considered a serious crime in Brazil.â
You unconsciously rub your wrist where your tattoo is hidden. âWhat about ... what if they try to claim Iâm mentally unfit or something? To try and invalidate my choices?â
Dr. Santosâ expression turns serious. âWeâve seen such tactics used before, unfortunately. Thatâs why we have safeguards in place. Any claims of mental unfitness would require extensive evaluation by multiple independent Brazilian psychiatrists.â
âAnd if they try to use their diplomatic influence?â Lewis asks.
âBrazilâs stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable,â Dr. Santos states firmly. âWeâve stood up to pressure from other nations before, and we wonât hesitate to do so again. Your bond is protected here, regardless of external political pressures.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âThis all sounds almost too good to be true.â
Dr. Santos smiles warmly. âI understand your caution, Y/N. But I assure you, these protections are very real and very enforceable. Now, let me explain some of the practical aspects of your situation.â
As the car turns onto a quieter street, Dr. Santos pulls out a tablet. âWeâll need to register your bond officially. This involves a simple verification process â usually just a visual confirmation of a matching font on your soulmate marks. Once registered, youâll be issued official documentation of your bond status.â
âWhat does that documentation do?â You ask, leaning forward with interest.
âIt serves several purposes,â Dr. Santos explains. âFirstly, itâs legal proof of your bond, which can be used to claim various rights and protections under Brazilian law. It also serves as a form of identification and can be used to expedite your citizenship application.â
Lewis nods thoughtfully. âAnd what about privacy? Given our high profiles, weâre concerned about information leaks.â
âAn excellent question,â Dr. Santos says. âWe take privacy very seriously, especially in high-profile cases like yours. All information related to your bond and Y/Nâs presence in Brazil will be classified at the highest level. Only a select few government officials will have access to this information.â
You feel a surge of gratitude towards this woman and the country she represents. âDr. Santos, I canât thank you enough for all of this.â
She smiles warmly. âItâs my pleasure. Protecting soulmates is not just my job, itâs my passion. Now, letâs discuss some of the support services available to you.â
As the car pulls up to a nondescript building, Dr. Santos continues her explanation. âWe offer counseling services specifically tailored for soulmates who have faced separation or threats to their bond. These services are completely confidential and can be invaluable in helping you process your experiences and adjust to your new life.â
You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. âI think ... I think that might be really helpful.â
Lewis wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âWeâll get through this together, love. Whatever you need.â
Dr. Santos leads you into the building and up to a comfortably furnished office. As you all take seats, she pulls out some forms.
âNow, I know this is a lot to take in,â she says gently. âBut Iâd like to start the official registration process, if youâre ready. The sooner we get this done, the sooner youâll have legal protection.â
You look at Lewis, who gives you an encouraging nod. âOkay,â you say, taking a deep breath. âLetâs do it.â
As Dr. Santos begins to explain the forms, a thought occurs to you. âDr. Santos, what about Lewis? How will all of this affect his career?â
Dr. Santos smiles. âIâm glad you asked. Mr. Hamilton, as a Brazilian citizen, you have the right to have your soulmate with you wherever your career takes you. We can provide diplomatic assistance to ensure Y/N can travel with you freely, without risk of detention or forced return to the UK.â
Lewis grins, looking relieved. âThatâs fantastic news. I was worried I might have to give up racing.â
âNot at all,â Dr. Santos assures him. âWe believe that soulmates should support each otherâs dreams and ambitions. Our laws are designed to facilitate that.â
As you begin filling out the forms, a sense of surreal calm washes over you. For the first time in your life, you feel truly protected, truly free to be with the person youâre meant to be with.
âThereâs one more thing,â Dr. Santos says as you finish the paperwork. âAs part of our soulmate protection program, we offer a safe house service. Itâs a secure location where you can stay while you adjust to your new situation and decide on your next steps. Would you be interested in that?â
You and Lewis exchange a look. âI think that might be a good idea,â Lewis says. âAt least for a little while, until we figure things out. My home here isnât exactly inconspicuous.â
You nod in agreement. âYes, please. That sounds perfect.â
Dr. Santos smiles, clearly pleased. âExcellent. Iâll make the arrangements right away. The location is completely confidential and guarded 24/7. Youâll be safe there.â
As she stands to make some calls, you turn to Lewis, feeling overwhelmed by everything thatâs happened.
âLewis,â you say softly, âI canât believe youâve done all this for me. Youâve turned your whole life upside down.â
He takes your hands in his, his eyes shining with emotion. âYouâre my soulmate. My whole life was leading up to finding you. Everything else? Itâs just details weâll figure out together.â
You lean in, resting your forehead against his. For the first time since you can remember, you feel truly, completely safe. Protected not just by laws and governments, but by the love of the person you were always meant to find.
As Dr. Santos returns to finalize the arrangements, you realize that this isnât just the end of your old life. Itâs the beginning of something new, something wonderful. A life where youâre free to love, free to be yourself, free to explore the bond that fate has given you.
Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know now that you wonât face them alone. You have Lewis, you have the protection of Brazilian law, and most importantly, you have hope. The future, once so terrifying, now shines with possibility.
And as you leave the office hand in hand with Lewis, ready to start your new life together, you canât help but smile. Because for the first time, youâre not running away from something.
Youâre running towards it.
***
The roar of engines and the buzz of excitement fill the air as you stand at the entrance to the AutĂłdromo JosĂ© Carlos Pace. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and exhilaration coursing through your veins. Lewisâ hand is warm and steady in yours, a constant reminder that youâre not alone.
âAre you ready for this?â Lewis asks, his brown eyes searching yours with concern.
You take a deep breath, squeezing his hand. âAs ready as Iâll ever be. Itâs time to stop hiding.â
Lewis nods, a proud smile lighting up his face. âThatâs my girl. Remember, whatever happens, weâre in this together.â
With one last reassuring squeeze, Lewis leads you into the paddock. The moment you step into view, a hush falls over the nearby crowd. Then, like a wave, whispers and exclamations ripple outward.
âIs that ...â
âIt canât be ...â
âThe princess!â
âWith Lewis Hamilton?â
Cameras flash in a frenzy, and reporters surge forward, held back only by the security team flanking you and Lewis. You keep your head high, your hand firmly in Lewisâ as you make your way through the paddock.
A brave reporter manages to shout a question over the commotion. âYour Highness! Is it true youâve been in hiding in Brazil?â
You pause, looking to Lewis. He gives you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you turn to face the press.
âYes, itâs true,â you say, your voice steady despite your nerves. âIâve been in Brazil for the past few months, under the protection of the Brazilian government.â
The questions come rapid-fire after that.
âWhy did you leave the UK?â
âAre you and Lewis Hamilton really soulmates?â
âWhat does the royal family have to say about this?â
Lewis steps forward, his arm protectively around your waist. âWeâll be holding a press conference later to address all your questions. For now, we ask for your patience and understanding as we prepare for the race.â
As you continue through the paddock, you canât help but think back on the tumultuous months that led to this moment ...
The first few weeks in Brazil had been a whirlwind of paperwork, security briefings, and adjusting to your new reality. You and Lewis had stayed in the safe house provided by the Brazilian government, venturing out only when necessary and always under heavy guard.
One morning, about a month into your stay, Dr. Santos had arrived with a grim expression.
âWeâve intercepted some concerning communications,â she had said, her usual calm demeanor tinged with worry. âIt seems the British royal family has intensified their search for you, Y/N. Theyâre making threats.â
You had felt your heart drop. âWhat kind of threats?â
Dr. Santos had hesitated before answering. âTheyâre threatening to use their diplomatic influence to pressure Brazil into returning you. Theyâre also ... theyâre suggesting that you might be mentally unfit, that youâve been coerced or manipulated.â
Lewis had immediately pulled you close, his jaw clenched in anger. âThey canât do that. We wonât let them.â
âAnd we wonât,â Dr. Santos had assured you both. âOur stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable. But I want you to be prepared. This might get ugly.â
And it had. Over the next few months, your family had tried everything. Diplomatic pressure, media manipulation, even attempts to infiltrate Brazilian government systems to locate you. But Brazil had stood firm, and you had remained safe.
A commotion near the Mercedes garage snaps you back to the present. You see a group of men in dark suits pushing their way through the crowd, their expressions grim and determined. Your blood runs cold as you recognize one of them â your fatherâs head of security.
âLewis,â you whisper urgently, âtheyâre here.â
Lewisâ arm tightens around you as he quickly assesses the situation. âStay calm. Remember the plan.â
As the men approach, the lead one steps forward, his voice loud and authoritative. âYour Royal Highness, by order of His Majesty the King, you are to return to the United Kingdom immediately.â
You feel all eyes on you, the paddock having gone deathly quiet. Taking a deep breath, you step forward, your voice clear and steady. âIâm afraid that wonât be possible. I am here of my own free will, protected by Brazilian law as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen.â
The manâs expression hardens. âYour Highness, please donât make this difficult. Your family is concerned for your well-being. They believe you may have been coerced or manipulated-â
âThe only manipulation here,â Lewis interrupts, his voice sharp, âis coming from those who would separate soulmates for political gain.â
Just then, Dr. Santos appears, flanked by Brazilian officials. âGentlemen,â she says coolly to the British security team, âIâm afraid youâre overstepping. Y/N is under the protection of the Brazilian government. Any attempt to remove her against her will would be considered means for an international incident.â
The head of security sputters, clearly not having expected this level of resistance. âThis is a family matter-â
âNo,â you interject, your voice stronger now. âThis is a matter of human rights. The right to be with oneâs soulmate. A right that Brazil recognizes and protects.â
Dr. Santos nods approvingly. âFurthermore, any claims of mental unfitness have been thoroughly disproven by independent psychiatric evaluation. Y/N is here of her own free will, in full possession of her faculties.â
The security team looks at each other uncertainly, clearly realizing theyâre outmatched. The lead man makes one last attempt. âYour Highness, please. Your family misses you. They want you to come home.â
For a moment, you feel a pang of sadness for the life you left behind. But then you feel Lewisâ steady presence beside you, and you know youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
âI am home,â you say softly but firmly. âMy home is with my soulmate, wherever that may be.â
The man opens his mouth to argue further, but Dr. Santos cuts him off. âGentlemen, I believe itâs time for you to leave. Unless youâd like us to involve the authorities?â
Realizing theyâre defeated, the security team begins to retreat. As they leave, you hear murmurs of admiration and support from the crowd that has gathered to watch the confrontation.
Lewis pulls you into a tight embrace. âYou were amazing,â he whispers in your ear. âIâm so proud of you.â
As you pull back, you see reporters clamoring for comments, their cameras flashing incessantly. Dr. Santos steps forward to address them.
âA full press conference will be held later today,â she announces. âFor now, I can confirm that Y/N, formally known as Her Royal Highness, is here legally and of her own free will as the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton. She is under the full protection of Brazilian law, and any attempts to interfere with their bond will be met with the full force of our legal system.â
As Dr. Santos continues to field questions, Lewis turns to you. âAre you okay?â He asks softly, his eyes searching yours.
You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. âIâm more than okay. For the first time, I feel ... free.â
Lewis grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âGood. Because weâve got a race to win.â
As you make your way to the Mercedes garage, youâre overwhelmed by the support you receive. Team members, other drivers, and even fans call out words of encouragement.
âWeâve got your back, Y/N!â
âLove wins!â
âYou show âem, Lewis!â
Inside the garage, the team greets you warmly. Toto approaches with a smile.
âY/N, Lewis,â he says, shaking both your hands. âThat was quite an entrance. Are you sure youâre up for all this today?â
You nod firmly. âAbsolutely. Itâs time to show the world that love doesnât make you weak. It makes you stronger.â
Lewis beams at your words. âCouldnât have said it better myself. Now, letâs go win this race, yeah?â
As Lewis begins his pre-race preparations, you find a quiet corner to collect your thoughts. The events of the past few months flash through your mind â the fear, the uncertainty, but also the overwhelming love and support youâve received.
You think about your family, about the life you left behind. Thereâs sadness there, but no regret. Youâve found something more precious than any crown â the freedom to love, to be yourself, to follow your heart.
A gentle hand on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to see Lewis, now in his race suit, his helmet tucked under his arm.
âPenny for your thoughts?â He asks softly.
You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. âJust thinking about how lucky I am. How grateful I am for you, for Brazil, for everyone whoâs supported us.â
Lewis leans into your touch, his eyes shining with emotion. âWeâre the lucky ones, Y/N. To have found each other, to have this chance at happiness. And I promise you, Iâll spend every day making sure you never regret your choice.â
You stand, wrapping your arms around his neck. âI could never regret choosing you. Youâre my soulmate, my home, my everything.â
As you lean in for a kiss, the garage erupts in cheers and whistles. You break apart, laughing, to see the entire team watching with grins on their faces.
âAlright, lovebirds,â Toto calls out good-naturedly. âSave it for after the race. Lewis, youâve got a championship to chase.â
Lewis gives you one last quick kiss before pulling on his helmet. âWatch me fly, Princess,â he says with a wink.
As he heads out to the track, you take your place in the garage, surrounded by your new family â the team that has embraced you without question. You feel a sense of belonging, of purpose, that youâve never experienced before.
The roar of engines fills the air as the race begins. You watch Lewis navigate the track with precision and skill, your heart swelling with pride and love. This is your life now â the excitement of race day, the thrill of competition, but most importantly, the joy of being with your soulmate.
As Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, the garage erupts in celebration. You rush out to meet him in parc fermé, not caring about protocol or propriety. Lewis sweeps you up in his arms, spinning you around as the crowd cheers.
In that moment, with the sun shining down and the sound of celebration all around, you know that youâve made the right choice. This is where you belong â by Lewisâ side, free to love and be loved, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.
Together.
***
The familiar scent of motor oil and rubber fills the air as you step onto British soil for the first time in over a year. Silverstone buzzes with excitement, but you canât shake the nervous energy coursing through your veins. Lewisâ hand finds yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
âYou okay?â He asks softly, his eyes searching yours with concern.
You take a deep breath, nodding. âI think so. Itâs just ... strange being back.â
Lewis pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âRemember, youâre not alone. Weâve got security everywhere, and Iâm right here with you.â
As if on cue, the head of your security team, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Maria, approaches. âEverythingâs clear, Ms. Y/N. Weâve swept the entire area and have eyes on all entry points.â
You smile gratefully at her. âThank you, Maria. I donât know what weâd do without you.â
Mariaâs stern expression softens slightly. âJust doing our job, maâam. Your safety is our top priority.â
As you make your way through the paddock, you canât help but notice the stares and whispers that follow you. Some are curious, others admiring, and a few ... less than friendly. But your security team forms a protective barrier around you and Lewis, keeping any potential trouble at bay.
âY/N! Lewis!â A familiar voice calls out. You turn to see Fred Vasseur approaching, a warm smile on his face. âWelcome back to Silverstone. How are you holding up?â
âItâs ... intense,â you admit. âBut Iâm glad to be here, supporting Lewis.â
Fred nods understandingly. âWell, youâve got the whole team behind you. Anyone gives you trouble, theyâll have to answer to all of Ferrari.â
As you continue through the paddock, greeting team members and other drivers, you canât shake the feeling that youâre being watched. Not just by the curious onlookers, but by someone ... familiar.
Thatâs when you see him. Standing near the VIP area, looking as regal and composed as ever, is your brother.
Your heart skips a beat. You havenât seen Edward since that fateful day you ran away. Lewis, sensing your tension, follows your gaze.
âIs that ...â he asks quietly.
You nod, unable to find words. Lewis turns to Maria. âCan you make sure we have a private moment?â
Maria nods, already signaling to her team. Within moments, theyâve created a small bubble of privacy around you and Edward.
Edward approaches slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you both just stand there, years of unspoken words hanging between you.
Then, to your surprise, Edwardâs composure cracks. His eyes fill with tears as he pulls you into a tight embrace.
âY/N,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âIâve missed you so much.â
You cling to him, your own tears falling freely. âEddie ... Iâm so sorry I left without saying goodbye. I just ... I couldnât ...â
Edward pulls back, holding you at armâs length. His eyes roam your face, as if memorizing every detail. âDonât apologize. Not ever. What you did ... Y/N, I am so incredibly proud of you.â
His words catch you off guard. âProud? But I abandoned the family, my duties ...â
Edward shakes his head firmly. âYou chose love. You chose happiness. You did what I was too weak to do.â
You glance at Lewis, whoâs standing a respectful distance away, giving you this moment with your brother. âEdward, this is Lewis. My soulmate.â
Edward extends his hand to Lewis. âItâs an honor to meet you, Lewis. Thank you for protecting my sister and giving her the happiness she deserves.â
Lewis shakes his hand, his expression sincere. âThe honor is mine, Your Highness. Y/N is the bravest, most amazing person I know. Iâm just lucky to be part of her life.â
Edwardâs smile is tinged with sadness. âPlease, call me Edward. And youâre right, she is amazing. Always has been.â
You look at your brother closely, noticing the lines of stress around his eyes, the slight slump in his shoulders. âEddie ... how are you? Really?â
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âItâs ... not easy. The family is in turmoil after your departure. Father is furious, Mother is heartbroken, and Iâm ... well, Iâm trying to hold it all together.â
âAnd Lily?â You ask softly, referring to Edwardâs soulmate. âHave you heard from her?â
Edwardâs expression clouds over. âNo. Not since ... not since that day.â
You take your brotherâs hand, squeezing it gently. âItâs not too late, you know. You could still reach out to her.â
Edward laughs bitterly. âAnd say what? âSorry I let them burn off my soulmate mark and married someone else. Want to grab coffee?ââ
Lewis steps forward, his voice gentle but firm. âWith all due respect, Your High- Edward, itâs never too late. The bond between soulmates ... itâs not something that can be erased, no matter whatâs done to the physical mark.â
Edward looks at Lewis, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. âYou really believe that?â
Lewis nods. âI do. Y/N and I found each other against all odds. Whoâs to say you and Lily canât do the same?â
You squeeze Edwardâs hand again. âEddie, you deserve to be happy. You deserve love. Itâs not too late to choose yourself, to choose love.â
Edward looks torn, glancing around at the crowds, the cameras, the weight of expectation thatâs always surrounded you both. âBut the family ...â
âWill still be there,â you say softly. âBut youâll be facing them as your true self, with your soulmate by your side. It makes all the difference, trust me.â
Your brother is quiet for a long moment, clearly wrestling with years of ingrained duty and expectation. Finally, he looks up, a new determination in his eyes.
âYouâre right,â he says, his voice growing stronger. âYouâre absolutely right. Iâve spent too long living for everyone else. Itâs time I lived for myself.â
You canât help the smile that spreads across your face. âDoes this mean ...â
Edward nods, a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. âIâm going to do it. Iâm going to find Lily. Iâm going to make things right.â
You throw your arms around your brother, hugging him tightly. âIâm so proud of you, Eddie. And Iâll be here for you, every step of the way.â
As you pull back, you see tears in Edwardâs eyes, but also a lightness that you havenât seen in years. âThank you. For showing me that itâs possible to choose love. For being brave enough to pave the way.â
Lewis steps forward, placing a hand on Edwardâs shoulder. âIf you need any help â legal advice, security, anything â just say the word. Youâre family now.â
Edward looks at Lewis gratefully. âThank you. I might just take you up on that.â
Just then, Maria approaches discreetly. âIâm sorry to interrupt, but we need to move. The press is getting restless.â
You nod, turning back to Edward. âWill you be okay?â
He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. âI will be. For the first time in a long time, I think I really will be.â
As you prepare to part ways, Edward pulls you in for one last hug. âI love you, little sister. Thank you for reminding me whatâs truly important.â
âI love you too, Eddie,â you whisper back. âGo find your happiness. You deserve it.â
With one last squeeze, Edward steps back. As he walks away, you see him pull out his phone, a look of determination on his face. You have a feeling you know exactly who heâs about to call.
Lewis wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. âYou okay, love?â
You nod, wiping away a stray tear. âMore than okay. I feel ... hopeful. For Eddie, for us, for everything.â
As you make your way back through the paddock, youâre struck by how different everything feels. The stares donât bother you as much, the whispers fade into background noise. Youâre exactly where youâre meant to be, with the person youâre meant to be with.
âYou know,â Lewis says as you reach the Ferrari garage, âI think Iâm going to win this race.â
You raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips. âOh? And what makes you so sure?â
Lewis grins, pulling you close. âBecause Iâve got my lucky charm by my side. How can I lose?â
You laugh, the sound light and free. âWell, in that case, youâd better not disappoint. I expect nothing less than a victory, Sir Hamilton.â
As Lewis leans in for a kiss, youâre vaguely aware of cameras flashing and people cheering. But none of that matters. What matters is this moment, this love, this life youâve chosen.
You think back to a year ago, when you were terrified of finding your soulmate, of the consequences it would bring. Now, standing here at Silverstone, with Lewis by your side and the hope of your brother finding his own happiness, you realize that choosing love wasnât just the brave choice.
It was the only choice.
As Lewis heads off to prepare for the race, you take your place in the garage. The roar of engines fills the air, and you feel a surge of excitement.
This is your life now. Supporting Lewis, championing love, and showing the world that sometimes, the greatest act of duty is being true to yourself.
As the race begins, you watch Lewis tear around the track, your heart swelling with pride and love. You may not wear a tiara anymore, but youâve gained something far more precious â the freedom to love, to choose, to be yourself.
And as the chequered flag waves and Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, you know that this victory isnât just his.
Itâs yours. Itâs Edwardâs. Itâs everyone whoâs ever had the courage to choose love over duty, happiness over expectation.
As you rush to congratulate Lewis, wrapped in his arms as the crowd cheers, you know that this is just the beginning. There will be challenges ahead, obstacles to overcome. But with love by your side and the strength to be true to yourself, youâre ready to face whatever comes.
Because in the end, love always wins. And you? Youâre living proof of that.
***
The warm Brazilian sun streams through the windows of the spacious beachfront home, filling the living room with a golden glow. The sound of childrenâs laughter mingles with the distant crash of waves, creating a symphony of domestic bliss.
Youâre seated on the plush carpet, surrounded by an array of colorful toys. Your three-year-old daughter, Emilia, is busily stacking blocks, her little face scrunched in concentration. Across from you, Edward is attempting to wrangle his own two-year-old son, James, who seems more interested in knocking down Emiliaâs creations than building his own.
âJames, darling, letâs build our own tower, shall we?â Edward coaxes gently, redirecting his sonâs attention.
You canât help but smile at the scene. Five years ago, you never could have imagined this â you and Edward, raising your children together, free from the constraints of royal duty.
The sound of a door opening draws your attention. Lewis walks in, his arms full of grocery bags, closely followed by Lily.
âWe come bearing snacks!â Lewis announces with a grin.
Emiliaâs head snaps up at the sight of her favorite person. âDaddy!â She squeals, abandoning her blocks and running to Lewis.
Lewis sets down the bags just in time to scoop up his daughter, peppering her face with kisses. âHello, my little racer. Have you been good for Mummy?â
Emilia nods enthusiastically. âI builded a big tower!â
âBuilt, sweetheart,â you correct gently, getting to your feet. âAnd it was a very impressive tower indeed.â
Lewis sets Emilia down and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss. âAnd howâs my other favorite girl doing?â
You smile, leaning into his embrace. âBetter now that youâre home. How was the market?â
âBusy,â Lily chimes in, setting down her own bags. âBut we managed to get everything on the list, plus a few extras.â
Edward stands, hoisting James onto his hip. âExtras, you say? Let me guess â more of those brigadeiros that youâre definitely not addicted to, right, love?â
Lilyâs cheeks flush slightly as she laughs. âI plead the fifth. This baby wants what it wants.â
Your eyes light up at the reminder. Lily is five months pregnant with their second child, and youâre all buzzing with excitement.
âSpeaking of the baby,â you say, moving to help unpack the groceries, âhave you two decided if youâre going to find out the gender?â
Edward and Lily exchange a look. âWeâre still debating,â Edward admits. âPart of me wants to know, but thereâs also something nice about the surprise.â
Lewis chuckles, joining you in the kitchen. âI remember that debate. Though if I recall correctly, someone couldnât handle the suspense and made me call the doctor at two in the morning to find out.â
You playfully swat his arm. âHey, you were just as curious as I was!â
As you all work together to put away the groceries and prepare snacks for the kids, youâre struck by how natural this all feels. The easy banter, the shared responsibilities, the love that permeates every interaction. Itâs a far cry from the rigid formality of your royal upbringing.
âYou know,â Edward says, as if reading your thoughts, âsometimes I still canât believe this is our life now.â
You nod, understanding completely. âI know what you mean. Itâs so different from what we always thought our futures would be.â
Lily comes up behind Edward, wrapping her arms around his waist. âDifferent, but better, right?â
Edward turns, pulling her close. âInfinitely better. I wouldnât change a thing.â
As you watch your brother with his soulmate, you feel a wave of happiness and gratitude wash over you. It hadnât been easy for Edward to follow in your footsteps, to give up his place in the line of succession and choose love over duty. But seeing him now, so relaxed and genuinely happy, you know it was worth every struggle.
âEarth to Y/N,â Lewisâ voice breaks through your reverie. âWhereâd you go just now?â
You smile, shaking your head. âJust thinking about how far weâve all come. How different things could have been.â
Lewis nods, understanding in his eyes. âDo you ever regret it? Giving up your title, your life in England?â
You donât hesitate for a second. âNever. This life, with you, with our family â itâs more than I ever dreamed possible.â
A sudden crash from the living room interrupts the moment. You all rush in to find James standing triumphantly atop a mountain of scattered blocks, while Emilia looks on in horror.
âJames Edward Henry Albert Windsor!â Lily exclaims, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement. âWhat have we said about destroying other peopleâs creations?â
James, looking not at all repentant, grins widely. âI king of the castle!â
Edward struggles to keep a straight face as he lifts his son off the block mountain. âYes, well, kings should be builders, not destroyers. Letâs clean this up and then we can all build a castle together, okay?â
As you all pitch in to help clean up the blocks, Emilia tugs on your sleeve. âMummy, will James be a real king someday?â
The question catches you off guard. You exchange a look with Edward, unsure how to explain the complicated reality of your familyâs situation.
Lewis kneels down next to Emilia, his voice gentle. âNo, sweetheart. James wonât be a king and you wonât be a princess. But thatâs okay, because you get to be something even better.â
Emiliaâs eyes widen with curiosity. âWhatâs that, Daddy?â
Lewis smiles, pulling her into a hug. âYou get to be yourself. You get to choose who you want to be and what you want to do with your life. And thatâs much more special.â
You feel tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the simple beauty of Lewisâ words. This is why you left, why you chose this life. So that your children could have the freedom you and Edward never had growing up.
As the afternoon wears on, you all migrate to the back patio. The kids play in the sand under the watchful eyes of their parents, while you, Lewis, Edward, and Lily relax on the comfortable outdoor furniture.
âSo,â Lily says, her hand resting on her growing belly, âhave you two given any thought to expanding your own family?â
You and Lewis share a knowing look. âActually,â you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice, âweâve been thinking about it a lot lately.â
Edward raises an eyebrow. âOh? Do tell, little sister.â
Lewis takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. âWeâre thinking of adopting. There are so many children out there who need loving homes, and we have more than enough love to give.â
âThatâs wonderful!â Lily exclaims, her eyes shining. âOh, Emilia would love a little brother or sister.â
You nod, watching your daughter play. âWe think so too. Weâre just starting the process, but it feels right.â
Edward leans forward, his expression serious. âHave you thought about how this might affect things back in England? The press ...â
You sigh, having expected this question. âWe have. And honestly, weâve decided that it doesnât matter what they think. This is our life, our family. Weâre not going to let fear of judgment or outdated institutions dictate our choices anymore.â
Lewis nods in agreement. âWeâve already faced the worst they could throw at us. We came out stronger. Whatever comes next, we can handle it together.â
Edwardâs serious expression melts into a proud smile. âYouâre right, of course. Iâm sorry, old habits die hard I suppose. Iâm thrilled for you both, truly.â
As the conversation flows, touching on everything from potential names for Lily and Edwardâs baby to Lewisâ upcoming ambassador campaign, youâre struck by how perfectly imperfect this life is. Itâs messy and chaotic at times, full of unexpected challenges and joy in equal measure. But itâs real, and itâs yours.
The sun begins to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. James and Emilia, tired from their day of play, curl up in their fathersâ laps. As you watch your brother gently stroke his sonâs hair, you remember a conversation from years ago.
âEddie,â you say softly, âdo you remember what you told me the day they ... the day they burned off your soulmate mark?â
Edward looks up, his eyes clouding with the memory. âI told you that if you ever found your soulmate, you should run. Run far away and donât look back.â
You nod, feeling Lewisâ arm tighten around you. âIâm so glad I took your advice. And Iâm even more glad that you eventually followed it too.â
Edward smiles, looking down at James and then over at Lily. âSo am I, Y/N. So am I.â
As the evening draws in, you all move inside. The kids are put to bed, their excited chatter about building sandcastles and racing cars fading into peaceful sleep. You, Lewis, Edward, and Lily settle in the living room, glasses of wine in hand (sparkling juice for Lily).
âA toast,â Lewis proposes, raising his glass. âTo family, to love, and to the courage to choose our own path.â
âTo freedom,â Edward adds, his eyes shining with emotion.
âTo second chances,â Lily chimes in, her hand resting on her belly.
You raise your own glass, feeling a swell of emotion. âTo us. All of us. And to the beautiful, chaotic, perfectly imperfect life weâve built together.â
As you clink glasses, you catch Lewisâ eye. In that moment, youâre transported back to that day at Silverstone, when you first ran into each other. The fear, the excitement, the life-changing decision you made in an instant.
You wouldnât change a thing.
As the night wears on and conversation flows freely, you realize that this â this warmth, this love, this freedom â this is what happily ever after really looks like. Itâs not a fairy tale ending, but a beginning. A beginning of a life filled with love, choice, and the joy of being truly yourself.
And as you curl up in bed that night, Lewisâ arms around you and the sound of the ocean in the distance, you know that youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
Your familyâs story is still being written. And you canât wait to see what the next chapter brings.
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if youâre their sugar baby⊠(18+)
⊠price
- absolutely spoils you. adores giving you anything you want. if your gaze lingers in a shop window, heâll buy you whateverâs in it. you suspect heâs infiltrated your phone somehow, because anything you look at online will show up on your doorstep a few days later. he takes you to private jewellery fittings and sits back with a glass of whisky while the jewellers puts glimmering necklaces and earrings on you.
in return, he likes showing you off. regularly takes you out to restaurants so expensive they donât even list their prices on the menu. spoon feeds you black caviar and picks out the correct wine, the bottles so old they still have wax seals on them. loves seeing you wearing the dresses he buys for you, revealing the fleshier parts of your body that the rest of society tells you to hide. always wants you to wear diamonds in your ears when youâre his date. nothing is ever too expensive if itâs for you.
takes you to a luxurious hotel after and fucks you good and well in the satin sheets. goes back to base before you wake up the morning after, and leaves a generous cash tip on the nightstand in addition to the monthly four digit payments transferred directly to your bank account.
⊠kyle
- takes care of you. a sergeantâs pay is low compared to a captainâs, but itâs still a substantial amount and much, much more than you make. enjoys having a pretty lady to spoil. any visit to the hairdresser or nail salon is on him. will occasionally request a specific colour for your nails, and you know itâs to match a dress heâs bought you, waiting for you at home.
takes you dancing, spends the whole night downtown and treats you to high-end street food at three in the morning. you get fancy cocktails and colourful shots and anything else you want to try. if another woman gets close to him on the dance floor, he makes a point out of feeling you up, splaying his hands over you wide hips and soft tummy.
takes you home to his and you both fall right to sleep, waking up past noon the day after. arranges a massage for you to help with your hangover. sits in on the appointment and flips your towel up to eat you out when the massage therapist leaves. reminds you to use the credit card heâs given you in between your orgasms.
⊠johnny
- whisks you away to scotland when heâs off duty. borrows the family cabin in the highlands and accommodates you both in the master bedroom, spending the cold nights in a grand bed with a heavy pelt covering the duvet. loves the fantasy of having a big, soft secret stowed away in the mountains.
spends the days hiking with you or takes you down to the coast, where you watch the wild waves and enjoy cottage pie in a local pub. asks for the finest whiskey, refusing anything but the best for you. tells you all about the history of the old stone kirk of the town over steaming mugs of spiked cider.
lays the pelt out on the floor before the great fireplace in the living room and grins when you mention the cliché of it all. remarks that clichés exist for a reason and pulls you close. your skin grows goosebumps in the cold air of the cabin, but the fireplace (and the rigorous activity on the pelt rug) warms you both up. lays with you after, smoothing his hand over your side and enjoying how your soft body gives way to the pressure of his fingers. pays for first class on your flight back home and gives you cash enough to cover both rent and supplies for the month. makes out with you messily at the airport before you part ways.
⊠simon
- takes you along to all his going ons outside of active duty. enjoys having a partner in crime, so to speak. in the military heâs a lone wolf, so when heâs off he just wants to have you for company. price thinks itâs a good idea for him too, to at least pretend he has some normalcy in his life. you oblige. he takes you to all his mundane errands; groceries, changing the tires of his car, walking the old bridle paths in his area.
has you tucked in under his arm when the footieâs on in the evening, trays of hot takeaway on the sofa table. if you canât decide what you want to order, he has you list everything youâre interested in and orders it all. entertains your questions about football terminology and plays with your hair. pulls a blanket over you when youâre close to falling asleep and turns the volume down.
herds you to bed after a little while and so enjoys having a warm, soft body to put his arm around at night. to you, itâs all so casual and natural that you almost forget itâs an arrangement, but he never forgets to pay for your company according to your agreement and always tips generously.
doesnât say it out loud, but likes it when you straddle him on the sofa and lets him feel you up and make out with you until he comes in his pants like a schoolboy.
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àŒ*Â·Ë NEW JOBS AND DEATH THREATS â cod x reader
CRAVE YOU â call of duty x reader CHAPTER ONE
featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + alejandro vargas + rodolfo 'rudy' parra + könig + keegan p. russ
warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, prison au, serial killer au, reverse harem, therapist/patient, medical inaccuracies, graphic violence, depictions of murder, everyone's unhinged, poly tf141, minor ships, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, this is not medical advice!!
series masterlist. read on ao3.
Life was hard. That was a fact.
Bills and groceries didnât pay for themselves. That was also a fact.
Adding these two factors together, the final product will be a high-risk job in one of the highest-risk places on Earth. Thatâs⊠not a fact.
And yet, here you are, standing at the visitor entrance of Las Almas Prison, sporting a disgruntled grimace and a new pair of black slacks that youâd splurged on. They, at least, made your ass look good, although that was truly the least of your worries.
No. Your current list of worries looked something like this;
Getting Murdered
Getting Attacked
Vomiting Within The First Five Minutes Of Your New Job?
âŠYeah. Something like that.
The early morning sun is blinding where it sits, just off to the side of the giant concrete building that was the main offices and Visitor Centre. The fact that you were standing in front of what was only a small part of the overall prison grounds was⊠alarming.
You were well aware that this was the largest prison in your country, housing the most lethal and awful of criminals. Some youâd seen either on the news, or heard of in passing conversations.
This was the real deal. And, somehow, youâd managed to find yourself being hired to work here. You. Work with serial killers. The worst of the worst.
With the stress on your bank account, and the endless struggle that was trying to find a stable career in the current job market, you simply had no other choice but to accept the offer. It paid extremely well, had great benefits, and your safety was⊠fairly considered.
The amount of NDAs, liability clauses and agreements, however?
Not the best at calming your nerves, to say the least.
The biting chill of the winter wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself, leather bag slung over your shoulder as you finally step through the automatic sliding door.
Youâre not surprised to find that the chill only deepens inside the concrete walls of the building, with no heaters or air conditioning from what you can see. There is, however, bright white overhead lights that do nothing except aid the throbbing in the side of your head â probably due to the restless sleep youâd had the night before, anticipation and anxiety warring inside of your thoughts.
Thereâs an office in front of you as you step in, with only a few decades-old couches to your right, in front of a dingy TV thatâs turned off. Saving their budget for more important things, you suppose.
The walls are a pale, grimy yellow, with sparse photos hung about, framing newspaper articles that are surely from the last century, and black and white pictures of the prisonâs opening.
Itâs an unsettling place, that much youâve already gathered.
You havenât even actually been inside the prison, you remind yourself, your stomach churning where it now lays at your feet.
Without a second thought, you continue with hurried steps to the front desk, where scratched plastic encases the sole woman inside, sitting behind a monitor. Thereâs a circle of holes that allow for sound to pass through, but other than that, thereâs no way of entering from this room. With a quick study of your surroundings, you see a steel door to the left of where the desk sits, with a small square window covered in iron bars.
âŠJesus christ.
âCan I help you?â The woman drawls, sliding her glasses further up her nose. Her voice is nasally, and the words come out in a slow drawl as she looks you up and down, unimpressed.
You give her your best smile, although even you can tell that itâs an uneasy one. âYes! This is my first day, I think Iâm supposed to be meeting Kate Laswell?â You ask, nerves betraying your voice with unsteady breaths.
The woman snaps her gum.
You stand there.
She blows it again.
You continue to stand there.
Her gaze is bored and completely void of any thought, before she nods slowly. âLaswell⊠Iâll call her.â
Really, you couldnât be more shocked if you tried. What the fuck was happening? How could one lack so much⊠professionalism?
âHi, Kate. Yes, itâs Jenny. I have a new hire who apparently wants to see youâŠâ Her voice remains that unbearably slow, sloth-like delivery, before her eyes unhurriedly meet yours again. âWhatâs your nameâŠ?â
You give it to her, tone only the slightest bit impatient as you roll back on the heels of your feet. You can only hope that your black boots are appropriate; youâd figured that they were safe, closed-toe and still somewhat professional.
Time would tell. Jenny was giving you the impression that they were more than acceptable, because at least they got you to do your job in a timely manner.
Jenny says a few more words to who can only pray is Laswell on the other end of the phone, before she places it back in its holder.Â
âLaswell will be here anyâŠâ She pops her gum once more, and maybe, just maybe, you can understand the urge to murder. âMoment.â
You give her a tight, painful smile. âThank you, Jenny.â
She doesnât respond, and you decide to just stand back and wait. You certainly werenât complaining â any more conversation with her wouldâve ended with a severe lack of hair on your head.
A minute passes, before a buzz in the pocket of your slacks has your throat tightening.Â
Pulling out your phone, your next exhale comes out shaky as you read the text.
Charlie: get milk otw home used it all
No âgood luckâ. No⊠ounce of care for you, or the absolute stress that comes with a new job, let alone one like this.
When youâd told him about the offer, all heâd said was, âIt might make you worth something for a change.â Didnât even question, not for a minute, the risks that came with a job like this. He simply couldnât give less of a fuck.
âDoctor?â The sound of a door opening, and the kind, almost motherly tone of the voice has you shoving your phone into your pocket once more as you turn to the source of the sound.
Itâs a woman, her hair pulled back into a slick bun, one hand holding what seems to be a clipboard. Her other hand rests in the pocket of a white coat, not unlike one a scientist would be fashioning in a lab. Her smile is warm, the corner of her eyes crinkling as you direct a smile of your own her way.
âKate Laswell?â You ask, extending your hand for her to shake. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she accepts it gracefully, nodding her head.
âThe one and only,â she says, before gesturing to the steel door sheâd entered through. âNow, today weâll get you set up with a keycard, general rules, and Iâll have you meet two of your patients.â
You nod, following her as she swipes a card in a black reader, before the red light buzzes green, and she pulls the door open. Right behind her, you take an unstable deep breath as you take in the greyed, jagged walls, a complete contrast to the painted ones of the entrance room.
âWe really are so glad to welcome you to our team,â she continues, her black work shoes clicking against the smooth concrete flooring. She doesnât turn to you as she speaks, but her voice carries around the echoey hallway. âYouâll make a great addition. A necessary one, also. Weâve needed an innovative, young therapist for a while. Most of our⊠previous hires have held out-dated beliefs, and a lack of humanity for their clientele.â
That makes your brows furrow in confusion. âThatâs⊠odd,â you murmur, before pausing your steps as Laswell stops, swiping her keycard, before entering another room.
As you step into the newly revealed space, your eyes go wide as you take it in.Â
Itâs a wide, large space, with several floors. Metal staircases sit at either end of the vast space, allowing access to every floor. Guards sit at every level, some walking around the space where you and Laswell stand.
Itâs a lot, all at once. Youâd never even stepped foot into a prison â not before now.
âMost inmates are at the mess for breakfast,â Laswell supplies, turning to you with a neutral expression. She gestures for you to follow her back out of the space, and you do with hurried steps. âThe ones youâll be dealing with, however⊠they usually eat by themselves.â
You donât decide to push that statement, not now, as you continue to follow her down the hallway.
âYou wonât be seeing much of the prison,â she admits. âThereâs heavily guarded spaces on the top floor for your sessions, both for your protection and for the safety of our staff and other low-risk inmates.â
You nod, humming a sound of affirmation as the two of you start heading up the cleaner steps at the end of the hallway. The staff staircase, you suppose.
âToday, youâll be meeting two of our more⊠understanding ambers.â
You raise a brow. âAmbers? What does that mean?â
She turns her head over her shoulder, just enough to shoot you a knowing look. âAmbers are our highest-risk inmates. We house ten of them, and youâll be dealing with eight as per your contract.â
Your stomach falls. Youâd known, of course, that the risks were high when applying for this role. But⊠this was more than youâd imagined, in a way. Ambers. Huh.
Silence falls over the two of you as you make your way up the never-ending steps, no windows in sight. Itâs unnerving, in a creepy, strange way. When you finally reach the top, you try and hide how out of breath you are from that small exertion.
Fucking christ.
Laswell, for her part, looks completely fine in an effortless way. You canât eve find it in yourself to be envious. The feelingâs closer to admiration.
âHereâs the files on them both. Youâll be seeing Kyle Garrick first,â she hands you the clipboard sheâd been carrying, and you accept it with only a slight tremble. She doesnât comment on it, and you find yourself warming up to her already. âTheyâll be restrained, and there is heavy security, so you neednât worry about that side of things.â
âThank you, maâam,â you say earnestly, flipping through the files without reading much of anything, not yet.Â
She waves you off with a soft chuckle. âNone of that. Kateâs more than fine,â she insists, and you give her a bright smile in return. Maybe this job wouldnât be so bad â a boss like this was much better than a creepy middle-aged man any day of the week.
You donât realise youâve made it to a small room until she stops walking, scanning her keycard and pushing the door open, gesturing you in. âWhile you have your first two sessions, Iâll sort your keycard and the rest of the processes out. I wish you luck.â
With that, the door shuts behind you, and youâre alone in a small room.
It matches the rest of the hallways youâve seen â grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. The only furniture, however, is one metal table drilled into the floor in the centre, one chair on either side.Â
âŠItâs depressing. Not at all like youâd prefer, not for a fucking therapy session, but then again, you hadnât met your clients yet.
Ambers. High-risk.
With a deep breath, you take a seat at the chair closest to you, finally reading through the top file on the clipboard.
Kyle âGazâ Garrick.Â
You skim over the height, weight, sex â immediately reading the comments made and his sentence.
Mass murderer. Motivated attacks.
Your eyes go wide, almost comically so, as you bite at your lip, folding one leg over the other as you continue to read.Â
Of course, youâd prepared, been made aware that youâd be dealing with murderers. But having it in black and white, right in front of you, is a whole other thing entirely.Â
Apparently, they were motivated attacks. Targets being large CEOs, specifically those with reported claims of misuse of power, and those against green laws. Anti-environment types.
The motive is⊠youâre aware killing is bad. You hadnât spent years studying for a degree in Psychology to think otherwise. But it wasnât as simple as some made it out to be. Youâd done papers suggesting that certain motives implied healthier patterns, healthier outlets.
If you had to choose between him killing pregnant women, and CEOs with broken moral compasses?
It wouldnât take a genius to figure out your answer.
Youâre about to flip the page when thereâs a knock on the door on the other side of the room, before it opens.
Thereâs two guards that walk in, before a man in an olive green jumpsuit follows, hands cuffed tightly together in front of him, head down. Another guard from behind shoves him in, too rough for your liking. You sit up straighter, eyes assessing as you take in the man in the jumpsuit.
Heâs forced into the chair opposite you, before one of the guards grabs his cuffed wrists and chains them to a rig in the middle of the table. Youâre grateful for the precautions, but thereâs a part of you that feels guilty watching the manhandling of the seemingly calm man.
âHalf an hour,â the most brutish guard of them all grits out, beer belly spilling out over his belted jeans. He jostles the chain attaching his wrists to the table unnecessarily, and your eyes narrow.
He goes to leave, along with another guard, but one stands to stay in position inside, beside the door.
Your brows furrow, and you speak up before you can stop yourself. âSorry, sir, but my sessions will need confidentiality, as for the best results. Iâm sure that Iâll be safe with his restraints.â
The guard stares you down, seemingly mulling your words over, before shrugging and leaving the room, door shutting behind him.
âŠHuh. Alright.
You find your posture relaxing, just slightly, which is odd, considering youâre now only a metre or two away from a convicted murderer.
His gaze is trained to the table, left foot tapping incessantly against the concrete floor.
âItâs nice to meet you, Gaz,â you say with a soft tone and a gentle smile. You figure that his nickname is the best bet, not wanting to stir up any possible traumas with his given name during your first session with the man. âIâll be your new psychiatric evaluator.â
His eyes flick up, meeting yours, and he nods slowly, as if awaiting a punchline.Â
âIs it okay for me to call you Gaz?â You ask, tilting your head to the side and flipping to an empty page to take notes on. Youâd need to grab a notebook from home, you decide.
He relaxes, only the smallest of movements, and he nods. âGaz, yeah.â
Your smile widens at the small victory. Any step towards progress was a huge one, in your eyes. Youâd be facing a lot of them in the coming days.
âDo you have any advice for this place?â You push, trying to form a bond of trust with the dark-haired man. âIâm gonna be honest, youâre my first patient, and Iâve only met Laswell and⊠Jenny?â
His mouth quirks at that, a dimple showing to the left of his mouth as he looks back up at you. âJennyâs a character, ainât she?â
You laugh, a genuine one, and nod. âShe certainly is. Youâve met her?â
He shrugs, shoulders relaxing slightly. âFew times, yeah. She drives me up the fuckinâ wall.â His accent is only minimally apparent, but his voice is of a somewhat humorous tone.
Small victories.
âWell,â he exhales, settling into his chair a bit as he seems to ponder. âDo ya know who else youâre assigned to?â
Youâd been sure to thoroughly go over your contract, and you were allowed to disclose your other patients between your others. Theyâd find out within the day, anyways, so there was no point in being discreet.
âItâs only you and a⊠John Price? Today. Iâm sure Iâll find out the other six over the next few days,â you say, appreciating that heâs starting conversations. Itâs more than youâd allowed yourself to hope for.
Gazâs eyes light up, and even if you hadnât been incessant in watching him, itâd be an obvious shift in emotions. âPrice?â
You nod, quickly making a note on your clipboard, before folding your hands in your lap as you gesture for him to continue with a quick inclination of your head.
âHeâs the best. Manâs a legend,â he enthuses. âLove âim.â
Thereâs⊠a hidden truth to that statement, that you make a mental note to unpack during a later session. Your smile is a natural one as you say, âHeâs an amber, correct? Laswell told me Iâd been assigned eight out of ten ambers⊠youâre one of them, right?â
Gaz seems to fold into himself, and you kick yourself for going back to square one. He answers, however.
â...Yeah. Only Ghost ând Valeria are aggressive, though. Weâre just⊠misunderstood,â he murmurs, and in the back of your brain, you find yourself believing his words.
âThank you,â you smile, and he responds with a sharp one of his own. Maybe youâd covered more ground than youâd expected. âI think itâd been mentioned that I was only assigned men, due to the nature of the job, or something like that.â
Seeming to mull over your words, he starts to slowly nod. âSounds âbout right. As long as you donât get Graves, youâll be alright. The others are⊠fuckinâ weird, but theyâre good men. Mostly.â
Thatâs a lot of information at once, and quite frankly, it takes a moment for you to process.Â
ââGood menâ. What do you think it takes to be a good man?â You ask, curiosity laced into your tone. Getting to ask such questions of a convicted murderer, itâs a thrilling, exhilarating task.
His eyes donât shift as he replies. âGood men do the acts others are too scared to do. They see the evil in the world, and rid of it with their own bare hands. You can be an ethical murderer, Doc.â
Those words, theyâre â theyâre authentic, and conviction aches in their structure.Â
You swallow around a dry mouth.
âYou think youâre a good man?â You ask.
His smile would be seen as warm to any who werenât aware of his acts, but to you â itâs chilling. Haunting in a way youâve never experienced.
It remains as he answers.
âI think that Iâm a man who people wish they had the bravery to be.â
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So yesterday we frantically researched cars and electric vehicle credits that could help up buy one. I picked a dealership specifically based on a rebate for EVs. We called to make sure they had the car we wanted to see and a young man said they did and told us to ask for him when we arrived.
When my beloved hung up the phone I gleefully whispered, âHe sounds weak. Perfect.â I wasnât being serious but it made them laugh.
We arrived and waited for him to bring the car around and when he popped up he was a young man clearly new to the sales industry. He talked at high speed but struggled to actually clarify benefits. He did not ask a single question about us.
In the test drive we specifically mentioned the EV credit and he agreeably talked about how he wished heâd waited a few months to get his dad a car since the credit came out after. We commiserated and I marveled at the silences he left. Iâve been in sales so long and I cannot fathom not asking a customer questions about their lives.
When we got inside he gave a quote. It wasnât terrible. I had leveraged in the need for the dealership to pay off the amount left on my belovedâs dead car, but I still shook my head and said we needed lower and pulled out my phone to shown a slightly worse Leaf Iâd found in terms of mileage but still several thousand cheaper.
He went away. We waited. My beloved was concerned but I reassured them that whatever he came back with Iâd accept. He came back with almost 3K lower as heâd finally added the EV credit. The one we called to ask about. The one we mentioned in the car and Iâd hinted at twice.
I smiled and said Iâd pay cash but I still canât believe that kid. To not include the rebate weâd specifically come in for meant heâd had to drop his price even further which worked out great for us but was a wild misstep. I hadnât been serious when Iâd called him weak but this is the first car sale I went away not feeling taken advantage of.
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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.
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Chapter 2 - Spider Luck
Morning came quickly despite the shitty sleep you received that night. The constant tossing and turning, the constant fear and anxiety of getting caught or broken into, really you couldnât catch a break.Â
Despite that, you did get some sleep, even if the sum total was like three hours. Still, itâs not like the nightmares would have let you sleep regardless. All your failures would consume your thoughts and drown you, reminding you of your losses.Â
Sure you moved on, but itâs not like you had forgotten. Uncle Benâs wisdom, Aunt Mayâs lessons, and Peter Parkerâs kindness. You vowed to honor and cherish those memories, but here you are, in another fucking world, with a high possibility of you breaking some laws just to get out.
Desperate people do crazy shit, and you arenât that sane to begin with.
Luckily this motel has a shower and you plan to use it. Making sure to clean yourself with what you have (unfortunate) and pick up the necessities that you desperately need.Â
Taking your time (since you paid for it) you get yourself ready, making sure your mask, gloves and (stolen) wallet are secured inside the hoodieâs pockets. Suite nice and tucked underneath the turtleneck and leggings. First order of business is shoes. Maybe that should have been your first mission yesterday- oops.Â
You definitely should have followed the young spiderlings example and fight crime with shoes. Well if you ever meet them again, you willâŠ
When you meet them again. You will. You have to. No matter the cost.
And then your stomach rumbled. âGreat! Time for cheap food. Wonder if that knockoff Wack-Donld place is open.Â
Oh thatâs a nice plan. But you forgot one thing, genius. Where is it? How would you know where it is? You canât even map it since you also donât have a phone.Â
About to unlock the door, you realized something. It already was unlocked⊠âHmmâŠâ Well, it was good that you webbed the door then.
âFuck.â Leaving the motel keys at the front, you skedaddled your way back into the streets, looking for either a bodega or a shoe store. In order to keep yourself somewhat sane, you start softly humming music you recall Miles shared with you.
After some time of walking around aimlessly (you avoided asking others for directions, gods know gothamites unwritten rule is to mind your fucking business), you found a thrift store.
Guess what you realized while browsing for shoes. If you buy and fight crime with shoes, and (as of right now) are your only pair, you will get found out. So crocs it is!
Black ones, because white gets dirty too damn easily.
Finding your size and other clothing necessities, face-mask, a backpack and a portable sewing kit, you were good to go and all for a cheap price! God you love thrift stores. You used to go to as many and as often as you could with Peter. Ya had a bad spending habit and Peter certainly never discouraged you. He was your terrible financial buddy.
Not now! You canât reminisce right now, not until you found a way home. Asking the cashier for directions while also subtly declining their phone number (your excuse is that your phone got stolen) you made it to a corner store. Hurray!
Making sure to stock up on snacks, since- letâs be real, this will be your food source for a while, (no income, remember, silly) you stand in line to pay before your spider sense goes off.
Behind you. Thereâs a man, hoodie on, looking down, covering their face, hands buried inside their pockets. Youâre betting itâs either a gun or a knife.Â
âDonât move or Iâll shoot.â Oh, itâs a gun. How original.
The cashier seemed to clock in to what is occurring and subtly reaches under his counter. Not subtle enough because the man behind you yelled, pulling out his gun and pointing at the back of your head.
What the fuck spider luck.
You quickly assess your surroundings, making note that there is only one exit, two normal people not including you but including the gunman, and the room feels tight and too small to do anything.
Conclusion? Youâre fucked.Â
âI said donât move, hands up! Give me the money, all of it!â From the corner of your eyes you can see just how fidgety this man was. Probably trigger happy if you do something stupid.
âHe-hey man, I donât got much in here.â The cashier had his hands in the air, trembling and freaking out.Â
âI donât care, give me the money! Yours too, bitch. Now!â
How rude. âAlright, Iâm going to get my wallet. Donât shoot.â You made slow movements of reaching into your pocket for the wallet.
âHurry up! Both of you!â The thug yelled impatiently. You could practically feel how sweaty and anxious this guy is.
You watched the employee open up the cashier and take the money out. The assailant motioned for you to place your wallet on the counter, which you do and step to the side, getting out of his way. Just as he goes to grab the money you quickly grab the wrist with the gun and twist it, making sure he dropped it before smashing his head onto said counter, money flying everywhere.Â
Both you and the cashier watched the assailant fall to the ground, nose bleeding and out cold. âUm,â The cashier looked at you, spooked. âI panicked.â
Hey look at that, no shots fired baby! Ya still got it! You are a pro-fess-io-nal~!
âHey man, no-um no sweat. You saved me.â He replies with a tremble in his voice.
âCool, cool, I also didnât want to get shot. How much for my stuff?â You asked, picking up the money on the floor, handing it back while placing your snacks on the counter..
âWhat stuff? I see nothing. Just go. I already called the cops.â Oh, so he wasnât reaching for a gun (corner stores usually have one under the counters) but a buzzer or something? Nice, cool, great.
âThanks buddy!â Hey man, free food is a blessing. Picking up your wallet and bag of snacks, you step over the knocked out guy, (pick pocketing any cash he had on him,) picking up the gun with your sweater sleeve and placing it at the counter. âHere, for the cops.â
âThanks so much, again for everything. Hey, can I get a name? For the next time you come andâŠbuy stuff.â He shot his shot.
âI appreciate it man, but I donât give out my name like that. You know?â
And he missed.
âYe-yeahâŠâ He looked like a kicked puppy.
Just as you stepped out you heard the sound of a motorcycle nearby and your senses went off again.
âStop right there, not another step.â A third party voice joins the fray.
What the fuck, spider luck?!
Instantly you recognize the vigilante in front of you but regardless you are not taking any chances today.Â
Taking a step back inside the store, making sure to close the door on the guy. âUm, hey not to alarm you or anything but there is a guy with a mask standing outside.â Bringing your hands up (again) you back away from the entrance, snack bag swinging around with your movements.Â
The employee nods pulled out the pistol from the counter (what the fuck, why would you grab that with your fingers my dude?) and aimed.
Well at least he doesnât hold grudges for being rejected.
The door swung open and there stood a masked vigilante, but a familiar bat symbol on his chest caught the employeeâs attention.
âOh thank god itâs not another one.â Putting the pistol again he sighed in relief.
âAh!â The yellow vigilante turned his focus onto you, (who backed up so much you tripped over the k.o.ed dude, fucking embarrassing) hands still in the air and snacks littering the floor.
Some professional you are. Fuck you spider luck.
âI didnât steal anything, I swear.â God, you're embarrassed and stressed.
The vigilante ponders for a few seconds, taking in the scenario, glancing at the employee who nods and turns his attention back. âSorry about that. Here.â He extends a hand out towards you and to not be suspicious you hesitantly take it, your body tenses on instinct, pulling away immediately.
âThank you.â you mumbled silently cringing at your embarrassment over spilled snacks.
âWhat happened?â He still faced you but you knew that question was for the other party member. And even if it was for you, youâre silent.
âThat dude tried to rob us and they knocked him out. Oh,â The cashier looked at his hands. âThis is his.â And placed the pistol on the counter.
This looks like the perfect time to poof away so you do. Right after you pick up your snacks. Signal sees this and silently aids you. âYou both arenât hurt, right? Need medical assistance?â
No you fucking donât.
Holding out the bag as Signal placed the last snack in you as you shook your head. âIâm a-okay. Thank you though.â And you walk out for the second time. You could still feel his eyes on you until the door closes.
And guess who shows up.
The men in blue.
âHold it right there.â Bro, you just want to be left alone, is that so much to ask? This time instead of bringing your hands up (for a third time), you instead clutch your bag to your chest, mask down and point inside, making sure your voice matches your facial expression.
âIn there, he stopped him there.â meek, timid, nervous.
It seems to have worked as the pair of policemen entered the store and you didnât think twice and booked it (in a non suspicious manner- if you run, they might chase). Passing by a yellow motorcycle you take a glance back and see the vigilante stepping outside the store, looking somewhat bothered in the presence of the authorities.Â
Sucks to suck, bud, you know that feeling very well, not your problem anymore.
As if feeling your eyes on him he turns his face towards you, your eyes meeting a mask. Oh fuck! You felt your hair stand up. Holding his gaze for a few seconds before turning away (any other abrupt movement would definitely make you look suspicious) you continue on your way.
Forcing yourself to not tense up and fight the urge to shiver at his cold gaze you round the corner and you feel somewhat safer again. But itâs a false sense of security, because you know youâre slowly losing your mind.
Hopefully you wonât run into him or any of the other bats.
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Duke Thomas was patrolling his territory, the Narrows, when he got a notification.
âSignal, thereâs a robbing occurring five blocks from your location. The corner store Convenience. Know it?â Oracleâs voice spoke through the comms.
âI know my way. Iâm checking it out now.â
âChecking the cameras- there are only three people inside. The assailant, a civilian, and an employee.â
âGot it-â
âOh wait. Huh, well look at that.â Disbelief could be heard through the comms.
âWhat is it?â Did things escalate too fast?
âThe civi knocked the guy out. Basically one move.â Color Oracle impressed.
âIâm here, anything else I should know about?â
âIâm scanning what I can see of their face, but Iâm coming up blank. Iâll let you know if anything.â
Duke didnât reply, instead as he pulled up he saw someone coming out of the store. âStop right there, not another step.â
He watched the figure (gender unidentifiable with the oversized hoodie) freeze before making eye contact with him-er his visor. Despite the hood being down, he could not see their face completely with their mask, only their eyes and hair. Just a normal civilian, who apparently knocked out a guy with a gun.
Then silence and no movement.
Until the civilian backed away, closing the store door.
Stunned for a moment, Duke could hear Oracles snort through the comms. âThink theyâre scared?â
âFrom what, me? They took down a guy with a guy and I scared them?âÂ
âCareful, gun pointed straight at you inside.â warned Oracle.
He moves towards the front door, pushing it open to see the civilian from earlier backing away still, hands up before turning his attention to the employee with a gun. âOh thank god itâs not another one.â
âAh!â A yelp caught his attention and it seems the civi tripped on the knocked out guy he just noticed. They immediately spoke, catching his eyes,âI didnât steal anything, I swear.âÂ
Duke holds in a snort before glancing at the employee who nods in confirmation before he focuses on the fallen person. He calmly walks towards them, taking note of their discomfort and reaches his hand out. âSorry about that. Here.âÂ
Despite his covered eyes somewhat obscuring his vision, he couldnât will them away from this strangerâs visible face.Â
Duke watched their hesitation but placed their hands in his, and he swore he felt a spark that sent shivers down his spine. How curious. He pulled them up, noting just how light they felt in his hold.
âThank you.â Their voice was soft, but audible.
They quickly pulled their hand away, the warmth gone. His hand held its place for a couple of seconds before he let it fall to his side. âWhat happened?â He still faced the civilian, both unmoving. He already knew what occurred, Oracle told him everything, but he wanted to hear them talk more.
Only the employee replied. He took note of their lack of eye contact.Â
âThat dude tried to rob us and they knocked him out. Oh,â Duke glanced as the cashier placed the gun on the counter. Heâll leave that for the cops to pick up if they donât get here before he leaves. âThis is his.â
His attention is once again stolen as the civilian in front of him kneels to pick up their half empty bag. Standing above them, he notes the tips of their ears are red, how cute.
âYou good there, romeo? You kinda have a staring problem.â Oracleâs voice snapped him out of his trance.
Duke cleared his mind (he hoped he didnât look weird or creepy, yikes) before leaning down as well and helped pick up the tossed chip bags.
Though he did take his time, just to squeeze a bit more time with this civilian that he has yet to identify. âYou both arenât hurt, right? Need medical assistance?â He mostly directed this question to them than the cashier behind him. He wonders if Oracle figured out this civilian's name.Â
Placing the last snack inside the plastic bag he watches them straighten up before shaking their head. âIâm a-okay. Thank you though.â His eyes couldnât seem to leave their figure as he watched them walk out the door.
âCops outside, Signal.â Oracle once again breaks his attention.Â
âGot it.â Duke turns his attention to the guy on the floor, sitting him up as two officers enter the store. One takes the guy off his hands while the other questions the employee, taking the gun.
A slight restless feeling took over him and he made his way outside, the one carrying the passed out guy following. Duke quickly takes notice of eyes watching him and he turns to see the complete unmasked civilian from earlier.Â
This time, he really felt like he had a staring problem. He drinks up their appearance like water. Their nose, lips, face shape, everything. He didnât know how to explain it, but he really couldnât look away this time. Everything around him suddenly felt silent. He felt his body shiver.
Such a pretty face, this civilian caught his breath regardless. Heâs not one to lose himself by a pretty face but it seems this one was an exception. He felt mesmerized, entranced, and tongue-tied. Something about this person had a strong lock on him, and he couldnât help but feel somewhat excited then put off. It felt like a very tight leash, and he doesnât mind one bit.
Three seconds. Ever since he caught their gaze, they made eye-contact (despite him wearing a mask) before she looked away and left, turning the corner. (Their features look pretty feminine so heâs going with her).Â
âAnything Oracle?â He mumbled, still a bit lost.
âNo dice. How strangeâŠâ
Bummer. He mounts his ride and drives off to finish the rest of his patrol. Heâs tempted to drive in the direction the civilian went to, but he wills himself to not do that. God itâs like heâs down bad. Really bad.
Hopefully he gets to see you soon, it seems youâre staying in the Narrows which increases his chances to see you. As much as he curses himself internally, he hopes he can save you next time something dangerous happens again.
Something formed in the pit of his stomach, and he doesnât know if itâs desire or obsession.
Regardless, he embraces this feeling whole heartedly.
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"What's better, magic fatigue or magic euphoria?" HOW ABOUT BOTH-
When magic feels SO GOOD to use that it encourages the user to wear themselves out so much faster just to feel good again.
Nosebleeds, headaches, bone-deep exhaustion, blistering fevers and delirium all feel like such minor prices to pay for the high that came over them when they used just the right spark of magic.
(Of course these symptoms are not actually minor at all. Magic depletes and/or changes the body in such volatile ways, and to such extents that nothing else can ever reach.
And perhaps the rush of euphoria helps to deaden the victims' sense so they don't realize the change...)
Concerned friends, teammates, etc. try to get the character to stop using magic, don't you see what it's doing to you - and character fights them so hard. You don't understand. It feels good, I have to feel it again!
An enemy/antagonist knows this and manipulates character into using/expelling a great amount of magic, takes advantage of their spacey, dazed high in order to capture them. Hardly has to do much to keep them imprisoned when the exhaustion sets in and they're so weak that they can't even stand.
Magic-users have literally burnt themselves out or become completely senseless in pursuit of the euphoria that comes with magic, which makes for another reason it's so dangerous.
Idk where I'm going with this I just had thoughts.
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Oh no. Oh fuck. I am relistening to some of the earlier Protocol episodes, and I have a horrible, terrible, no good very bad suspicion about Gerry.
I could, I want to emphasize, be completely wrong! I could be wildly, hilariously, off the mark. But--hear me out. This is going to take some explaining about what I think is going on in the bigger picture worldbuilding stuff; hopefully it'll be coherent, but fair warning, it may get a bit long.
First: there have been a lot of cases that have boiled down to trying to keep only the "good"/desirable/etc aspects of things or events or people, and discard the "bad"/unwanted, right? We saw this happening very explicitly in episode 23 with Alesis Newman, and way back in episode 2 with Daria the painter, but a number of episodes have presented variations on a similar theme.
Two variations in particular that I've been thinking a lot about are the violinist in episode 4 and the gambler in episode 9. The violinist can play his violin beautifully, but he wants to be rid of the price in flesh and blood that it demands. Similarly, the gambler wants the rewards of rolling high on his magic dice, but wants to be rid of the misfortunes that come with rolling low. Crucially, both episodes make clear that in this type of balance--something unwanted for something wanted--you can't just make the unwanted piece vanish. It has to go somewhere, it has to happen. But you can make it happen to someone else, somewhere else. And when that's how the game works, one of the major questions for players who want to get ahead then becomes: "how do I make the bad stuff stay happening somewhere else, and keep reaping the benefits of the good stuff that balances it out?"
Here's where this gets wildly speculative and from here on I freely acknowledge that I may be talking out my ass:
I think the Magnus Institute was investigating that question. I suspect a great many alchemists before the Institute, probably going back to the times of Albertus Magnus, were investigating it as well. I think the Great Work they were attempting -- the "universal transmutation" alluded to in episode 21 as the Magnus Institute's aim -- was the exact opposite of Jonah Magnus's own "Great Work" in TMA. In other words, I think they were probably trying to make the world an eternal paradise, rather than an eternal hell.
But if you're getting rid of all the "bad" stuff, all the suffering and misfortune, it's got to go somewhere.
I think they were sending it through to other worlds.
I'm not going to get into all the reasons I think that right now, because that's a whole essay in itself, but basically--the Leitners in TMA? The artifacts? All the little bits and pieces of evil given physical form, that never had a clear origin point in the world where they caused so much suffering for so long? We've all been worried about them winding up here, post-Archives... but I think this is where they came from in the first place. I think they were sent away in the hopes that an increase in "bad" in other worlds would lead to an increase in "good" in this one. Remember all those books Albrecht von Closen found in the tomb in the Black Forest in TMA, that Jonah Magnus later stole and let loose on the world? Remember that Albrecht found a mysterious coin along with them dated 1279? Albertus Magnus died in 1280; I strongly suspect he sent those books from the world of Protocol to that of Archives shortly before his death, much as the world of Archives sent the tapes away centuries later. But I think Protocol's world kept sending things away, kept trying to export "bad" and import "good". Remember all those happy, laughing volunteers bringing strange and sinister items to the charity shop on Hill Top Road in episode 7? "All for a good cause."
Okay so. Now. With that bit of hypothetical framework for Protocol's worldbuilding in place, let's next go back to Alesis Newman of episode 23. Her expressed wish is to create a new her. "Someone better. Someone the pain can't touch." Someone who can be everything Alesis wishes she could have been. Someone "free of all (her) mistakes."
But increasingly it sounds like what she actually wants isn't to create someone new. It is to create someone who is only a part of her current self. Someone who, she says in one of her last few posts, will "just be the good parts of me."
And if that's the case, if what she's really trying to do is make someone who holds only the "good" parts of her, someone who can be happy and strong and perfect and loved by everyone forever... what happens to the bad parts of Alesis Newman, as she currently exists? What about the parts of her that feel pain and fear, the parts of her that make mistakes, the parts of her that she rejects?
One might assume, from the experience she narrates, that those pieces of her are simply being destroyed. But that doesn't line up with the suggestion we've seen from earlier episodes that there has to be some kind of balance maintained in these bargains. What she actually says is happening to her--and what the forum members have apparently told her will happen, through this process--is that she and this "new her" are "becoming one... and then two."
I don't think the "bad" parts of Alesis Newman are dying. I think they're also going to become a "new her"--they're just going to go somewhere else, somewhere the new, happy, strong, perfect version of Alesis Newman never has to see them.
Still with me?
Okay.
Now let's talk about Gerry. Let's talk about the smiling, laughing, irrepressibly happy Gerry Keay we meet early in Protocol. Gerry who seems to have everything that the Gerry Keay of Archives was denied.
Gerry who underwent tests at the Magnus Institute as a child, and who, per the static over his and "Gee Gee's" words, holds a few more secrets about what went on there than he let on to Sam and Celia.
Back when I first heard Gerry's appearance in episode 8, it sure felt like a narrative gut punch: This is who he could have been in Archives, if not for the presence of the Fears. This is what Jon and Martin's final decision threatens to destroy--for this safe, happy version of Gerry, and for everyone else in his world.
I'm now suspecting it might be significantly worse than that. I think the Magnus Institute might have done to Gerry Keay something similar to what Alesis Newman later did to herself: made him New. Kept only the good parts--ensured a happy, comfortable, good life for him. In which case, all the bad stuff--all the parts of Gerry Keay that would ever have to suffer from bad luck, to feel pain and fear and misery...
...well. They'd have had to go... somewhere else, wouldn't they.
Which would suggest I had the causality the wrong way around the first time I heard Gerry's appearance in Protocol: maybe it's not "Gerry has a happy life in this world because he didn't have to suffer everything that the Gerry Keay of Archives did."
Maybe it's "Gerry in Archives had to suffer everything he did because Gerry in Protocol was made to always be happy."
#in which seldon is extremely fucking normal about the magnus protocol#takes a *deep* breath and hits post#tmagp speculation#<-please let me emphasize the 'speculation' part it is entirely possible i don't know wtf i'm talking about#tmagp gerry#tmagp alesis newman#tmagp magnus institute#tmagp albertus magnus#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp 23#tmagp 8#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol spoilers#pondering magpods
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alexia putellas x mccabe!reader | katie mccabe x mccabe!reader (platonic) | 3.4k | when your relationship with alexia falls apart, your sister is there to pick you back up
ËË°âą*â first fic for my we were happy universe, set pre enchanted to meet you universe. this is starting at the end of alexia and r's relationship, and might have come to be written from my own personal experience and the last 6 months of a 6 year relationship i was previously in :) anyway! hope you enjoy it! mostly angst, hurt/comfort :) also really happy with this one! italics = flashback/not the present time!
âAle, where are you even going right now?â You watched, clinging onto the sheets you had wrapped around your bare body while you watched your girlfriend scramble around picking up her clothes and getting dressed again. It was the middle of the night and it wasnât the first time Alexia had done this.Â
You used to go to and from training together, but now youâd arrive home before Alexia even bothered to let you know if she was coming home that night. Sheâd been spending more time away from you and any time she did spend with you it seemed like a chore for her. If she came home, youâd at least eat together, but there always had to be a show playing and Alexia never cared to listen to what you had to say any more.
Alexia used to, or you thought she used to love listening to you talk about your day. Even if you were both at training youâd often find yourself in different groups, though Alexia would always find you throughout the day, stealing little kisses and hugs from you. But now youâd be lucky if she responded with more than one word whenever you did try to speak.Â
Some nights were different, some nights you saw the Alexia that you knew loved you, but those moments had started to become short lived. It was like youâd been stuck in this cycle for months now, no way of knowing how to break it, or if it could be broken at this point.
Tonight was just another night that left you confused and wanting answers. Sheâd been so sweet with you, cooking dinner for the two of you and listening to the stories of whatever you and Mapi had gotten up to instead of actually training, the two of you together were always trouble.
Alexia had kissed you in a way that made your knees buckle and you instantly melted against her. It had been a while since sheâd kissed you like that and now you were paying the price of instantly letting her have you just to break all over again. Which she did, as soon as it was over, as soon as she was done with you the facade dropped. She wiped her mouth, placing a small kiss against your thigh before leaving you lying there to catch yourself.
The Alexia you fell in love with, the Alexia for that first year and a half of your relationship wouldâve kissed her way up your body. Whispering sweet nothings, while you caught your breath and came down from your high. She used to look at you with so much softness and love, you wondered where that all went and when did it all change. Why wouldnât she stay and cuddle with you like she used to?Â
You had started feeling like you were just a toy for her to use whenever she wanted and just throw away once she was done. It wasnât a great feeling and every time you were left laying in the bed you were supposed to share with Alexia, feeling used and thinking about the times with Alexia before everything started to change. Sequentially, you started to hate yourself for always folding whenever Alexia gave you a crumb of attention that mimicked the first year of your relationship, when you knew youâd end up hurt all over again.
There were times you had tried to talk to Alexia about the change that youâd notice but every time she would dismiss it and say how stressed sheâd been lately. You obviously sympathised with your girlfriend and tried to do anything you could to make her life easier. You could understand that her role within the club wasnât always easy, so you did what you could to support Alexia.Â
Because thatâs what you do for your girlfriend and you love Alexia more than you could ever begin to explain. Six months ago youâd give her the space she said she needed, you were understanding. But then six months went by and everything with Alexia had progressively gotten worse.Â
âAlexia, amor, are you listening to me?â You sat up, just wanting Alexia to acknowledge you for once instead of ignoring you and then pretending everything was fine the next day.
âJe-Y/n,â Alexia sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, hoping you wouldnât notice her almost slip up. What she didnât realise is that you started to hang onto her every word and every ounce of attention, as pathetic as you felt for doing that. So you did notice the slip up.Â
Your eyes narrowed and you sat up more, making sure that the sheet that was wrapped around you didnât fall. You already felt vulnerable enough in front of Alexia right now, you didnât want to add to that, âIs there another person?â Your voice was small, the question making you feel sick to your stomach. The weight you felt in your chest increased the longer Alexia went with answering your question.
It was a question that had plagued the back of your mind but thatâs where you kept that thought. You thought you knew Alexia and you really thought that was something she would never do to you. As much as you didnât want to accept and admit it, it made the most sense with how sheâd started treating you and acting around you. All those times when youâd see that sweet, loving and caring side to Alexia again, was filled with the thoughts that she was only being that way to you out of guilt.
âAmor, just donât wait up,â Alexia couldnât bring herself to look at you or to answer your question, though for you her no answer was an answer in itself, telling you what you subconsciously already knew.
âNo, Alexia, Iâm sick of feeling like a chore you donât want to do. Iâm tired of being a second choice. If Iâd known this is how youâd end up treating me, I wouldâve never said yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend. You donât treat someone you love this way, Alexia, unless,â Your voice trailed off, mind spiralling out of control and letting your emotions take over, âAle,â Tears pricked at your eyes but you were determined to not let them fall. You didnât want to let them fall, to be vulnerable in front of Alexia. But you wanted her to see how much sheâs hurt you, even if you donât think sheâd feel bad for what sheâs done.
As soon as you heard the door to your apartment shut, the tears started streaming down your face. You were heartbroken in a country that youâd only been living in for three years, around people you werenât 100% comfortable around while in this state. You were yearning for the safety of your sister's arms, she always knew how to help you and make you feel better.Â
Your older sister, despite being quite close in age, had always been quite protective over you. Sheâd been there for you throughout your previous heartbreaks and rejections, promising to always keep you safe and reassuring you that you were always loved. As long as you had your older sister, nothing could hurt you that much.
While laying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, you knew that you couldnât stay here right now. You couldnât be alone, you didnât want to feel alone or lonely and you just wanted a break from your mind that continued to spiral and plague your mind with unpleasant thoughts about you and Alexia, but mainly about yourself.
You didnât give anyone room to argue or negotiate with you when you said you needed to take a week away for personal reasons. At this point you didnât care if you were benched the rest of the season or if something else happened. You were focused on doing what was best for yourself. Right now you couldnât stay in Barcelona, you couldnât go back to the club and have to face Alexia right now.Â
Before you knew it, before anyone else knew it, you were on your way back to London. Navigating your way through the familiar city and finding yourself at the door of the apartment that felt like home, âKatie whatâs wrong with me?â The only words you managed to get out before you wrapped your arms around your sister and let all your emotions out.
Katie didnât have the time to process that you were here, at her apartment, crying in her arms. The last she knew you were supposed to be in Barcelona. From what youâd told her, you were thriving. That wasnât a complete lie, you were thriving in football at Barcelona. But youâd neglected to let yourself lean on anyone during the last six months. Not wanting to accept that your relationship was failing and wanting to live in the delusion that you could fix the drift that was occurring between you and Alexia.
Which led you to not telling anyone you were close with, sure some of the girls at Barcelona had noticed the growing rift between you and Alexia, but you always dismissed anyoneâs worries or concerns. Not talking about it was the only thing you had to lean on. In the end it didnât work out for you, making you go all the way to London to try to accept the one thing youâd been dreading coming true the last few months.
Katie managed to move the both of you from the front door to the couch, sitting down with you almost in her lap. Sheâd never seen you look so small, the vacant look in your eyes while the tears fell silently down your face. Until you were able to calm yourself down all Katie could do was hold you and rub your back gently, whispering that sheâs here and youâre okay.
But you werenât okay, at this moment you didnât know if you would ever be okay again. The irrational part of your brain taking over, any sense of rationality you wouldâve had was long taken over by your emotions. Eventually youâre breathing evened out and the tears slowed, not stopping completely but less than before.Â
âI donât wanna talk about it,â Your voice was small and raspy from all the crying youâd done. You thought you mightâve been overreacting the whole situation, but the more you thought about the other night and the last six months in general, you realised that you werenât overreacting. Even if neither you or Alexia had said the words out loud, you knew what you both shared was over and it had been for a while now.
âWhenever youâre ready, I got you,â A promise that Katie would never break, especially when it came to you. You were both the closest in age in your family, you both loved football, you both just had this bond that nothing could ever compare to it.Â
âAnd just kick the ball, like this,â You watched your older sister intently while she taught you everything she was learning. Every week youâd cheer on your sister at her games, always in awe of how good you thought she was. Especially when sheâd taken out and was better than that one boy that had been calling you names at school.Â
You begged your mam to buy you your own football and you instantly found Katie when youâd gotten home that day showing her what you bought, âI wanna be just like you,âÂ
âI think, maybe you might be better than me one day,â From then on, anyone would find you and Katie in the yard, kicking around the ball, playing little scrimmages just the two of you. Even if Katie would always win when it was the two of you messing around, it made you work harder until the day you managed to beat your older sister.Â
âDo you think one day weâd play for Ireland together? Do you think Iâm good enough to?â You and Katie were both a bit older now. Katie had played a few times in the youth teams for Ireland and the moment you saw your sister wearing the Ireland kit, you knew thatâs what you wanted. You wanted to do that and you wanted it to be alongside your sister.Â
âOne day the whole world will know who the McCabe sisters are,â You both laughed while laying outside looking up at the sky. A dream you both shared, playing for Ireland together, one that eventually came true. From being kids messing around, always with a ball at your feet, to living out your dreams together.Â
Eventually you told Katie everything that had happened between you and Alexia, recalling every last thing from the last six months. Katie hated how you were still downplaying how Alexia had treated you and constantly making excuses and defending her. But she could see how much you were hurting, sheâd give you a reality check another day but for now sheâd hold back.
Despite everything, you still love Alexia. You love her to the point you feel guilty saying anything bad about her, because there were lots of good moments, lots of times where she made you feel loved. You didnât want that to be forgotten, you didnât want to forget that. You didnât want the last six months to completely take away from the year and a half before, when everything with Alexia was perfect.
You were surprised at your sister's reaction, honestly thinking youâd have to hold her back from getting on the next flight to Barcelona and tracking Alexia down to give her a piece of her mind. Instead Katie wrapped her arms around you and made you promise to not shut her or anyone out again.Â
Those words played through your mind when it was night and you were trying to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes you were plagued with memories of you and Alexia. The memories were almost like nightmares now, the what couldâve been but now was never going to be a reality.Â
âKatie,â You whispered, slowly opening the door to her bedroom.
âWhatâs up lil mac?â Katie whispered, with a small smile at the nickname sheâd given you, but the smile fell when she took in the state of you.Â
âI-I donât wanna be alone,â Your voice is small, eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall and a permanent frown etched onto your face. Nervously playing with your fingers, almost ready to apologise for waking your older sister when you knew she had an important match the next day.
âCome here,â Katie moved over and lifted the sheets so you could slide in next to her. The moment your head fell against her chest, you couldnât stop the tears from falling. No words were needed between you and Katie, itâs like she just understood you. Wiping your tears away and letting you sleep in her bed with her. She didnât have to know youâd just had your heart broken for the first time. She didnât need to know that you felt like you couldnât tell anyone because it was the first girl youâd secretly dated. Katie never asked questions, just held you and let you sleep in her bed whenever you needed her.
âI canât stop thinking about her. Every time I close my eyes. Every time I lay in bed and sheâs not there next to me,â You paused, taking a deep breath, âThereâs this weird, uncomfortable, feeling in my stomach and I donât know what to do. I feel so alone, I just want Ale but I shouldnât want her but I do,âÂ
You hadnât slept much the last few nights while staying with Katie. It was noticeable with the darkening circles under your eyes. Even if towards the end Alexia had almost completely stopped sleeping in the same bed as you, youâd still spent over a year sharing a bed with someone and to know that youâd never share the same one with her had you craving for her touch.Â
All you wanted was for Alexia to hold you again, to tell you everything was going to be okay, that the two of you were okay. You knew that wasnât going to happen, but you still wished it would. You wished you would wake up from this nightmare, go back to Barcelona and Alexia would be for you waiting at your apartment. Youâd fall into her arms, the ones that always made you feel safe and wanted until they didnât anymore. Feelings were cruel and you wished for nothing more than to stop feeling, but you couldnât turn that part of you off, no matter how hard you tried.Â
âItâs okay to still want her, even if you feel it isnât the right thing. You spent a long time together and itâs completely understandable. I know Iâm just your sister and Iâm not Alexia but you can sleep here so maybe it might help you not feel so alone,â Katie spoke softly, if you were in a better mood the softness of your sisters voice would be amusing, not realising Katie could make her voice be that soft or quiet, âIt wonât be easy, but youâre one of the strongest people I know. Plus you got me and we make a good team,â
Katie was right about that. The rest of your week with Katie really helped. Though one week was definitely not enough and you were dreading going back to your apartment in Barcelona. The uneasy feelings of not knowing what you were about to be facing once you returned to the city you have called home for the last three years now. Would Alexia be there? Part of you hoped that she would be, having realised that you were all she needed and ready to apologise for how sheâs treated you. The sad part is if she did that, you would take her back in a heartbeat, despite your head telling you no you would listen to what your heart wanted.
But when you arrived back at your apartment you didnât have to worry about that. The only thing you had to worry about was the way your chest felt unbearably heavy and like a weight had dropped to the bottom of your stomach. Katie had travelled with you to make sure you were okay being back in Barcelona, she didnât miss the way your body tensed and you froze when you rounded the corner and your front door came into view.
The closer you got you could see the contents of the box that carelessly sat in front of your door. Everything that you had at Alexiaâs, including the gifts you had made and bought for her during your relationship. The realisation that your relationship really was over came crashing down over you. Too much for you to handle so Katie picked up the box, opened your apartment door and took care of everything you needed her to do.
You sat down on the couch in the living room while Katie went around getting rid of everything she knew that would remind you of Alexia. A lot of the things were quite obvious, like pictures of you and Alexia all over your apartment, items from the holidays youâd told Katie all about and hoodies and barca training gear that definitely wasnât yours. Katie didnât fully get rid of it all, instead putting it into a box and hiding it away knowing that you would want to decide the fate of the items when you could think more rationally.
âAre you sure youâre gonna be okay?â Katie asked for the millionth time before she had to leave you to go back to London. You rolled your eyes playfully, even though you were dreading going back to training and seeing Alexia for the first time since that night she left, you were feeling better than you were a week ago. Youâd smiled the first time again and were joking around with your older sister. Signs that made Katie feel relief, but still worried about leaving you.
âIâll do my best, you know that,â You were genuine. You knew, in the back of your mind, that you werenât going to crumble and fall apart. There were going to be tough moments, but you had your sister and you had your friends within Barcelona, âI promise to call you if I need to, I wonât push you away,â You were going to be okay and you genuinely believed that.
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