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mountttmase · 2 years ago

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This is a request/fic ideaaa, i feel like there are always fics where you meet mason parents but there none of him merting your parents so maybe a fic where he is really nervous especially with your dad cause he know he still sees you as his little princess and they end up being like besties having a lot in common and him getting a long so well with your sibling as well :))

Where I’m Supposed To Be

Note - Hope this is okay lovely 💙 we love some Mason fluff on a Sunday afternoon. Feedback would be greatly appreciated 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.4K

Warnings - fluff

‘Mason sweetheart. Can you stop bobbing your leg up and down please?’ You chuckled, placing your hand on his thigh to stop his movements.

‘Sorry, love’ he murmured, stilling his leg and placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. He was nervous and you could sense it from a mile off, having not left your side all morning. You were sat on the sofa, mirror in hand as you applied your makeup whilst Mason was sat behind you, his legs either side of yours and he wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his cheek on the back of your neck. ‘I guess I should start getting ready’ he told you, shuffling himself away from behind you before making his way up to his room.

You been with Mason now for around nine months and what with his busy schedule you hadn’t had time for him to meet your family yet. You’d met his a couple of times in passing and after you’d all had dinner together one night after one of his games he suggested that he met your side of the family in a few weeks when he had some time off. He was getting more nervous as the days went by, growing quiet and in his own head but as much you tried to tell him everything would be fine he couldn’t shake it off.

Once your makeup was done, you followed Mason up to his room, only to find him stood there in a pair of smart black trousers and not much else, a dozen shirts on the floor as he clearly couldn’t pick anything he liked.

‘Mase, it’s only lunch. You don’t have to dress up like we’re going to the ritz’ you giggled and he looked over to you with a shy smile. ‘You’ll be fine in jeans’

‘I want to make a good impression’ he huffed, scratching the back of his neck before running his hand across his jaw.

‘Baby’ you breathed, walking over to him so you could wrap you arms around his shoulders. You felt him relax under your touch ever so slightly as he held you to him. ‘Talk to me, why are you so nervous?’

‘It’s just a lot of pressure you know? I know it’s early days but I really like you and I know I want to be with you for a really long time so I want them to like me’

‘Oh Mase’ you laughed, kissing his jaw before he hid his face in your neck. ‘They’re going to love you I promise, they have no reason not to. All I do is gush about you and tell them how amazing I think you are so please don’t be nervous’ you reassured him, scratching over his scalp in the way you know he loved before he pulled back and kissed your lips gently.

‘So jeans then?’ He laughed and you smiled as you helped him choose something to wear, quickly getting dressed yourself after as he cleared all his shirts away. ‘Do you mind if we leave a little earlier than planned? I want to stop off and pick some bits up so I don’t turn up empty handed’

‘Of course we can, but you know you don’t need to do that’

‘Well it’ll make me feel better if we do’ he told you and you nodded, making sure you had everything before following him out to the car. You stopped off at the big Tesco so he could grab a bottle of wine for your dad before stopping at a florist nearer your parents house. He told you to wait in the car as you couldn’t park anywhere properly but he wasn’t long, emerging about five minutes later with a bouquet of purple and pink carnations that he laid on the back seat.

‘They look beautiful, Mase’ you told him as he opened his door, sliding into the seat a little bit awkwardly.

‘Yeah, you like them?’

‘I love them’

‘Good’ he breathed, suddenly producing a smaller bunch of matching ones for you. ‘Couldn’t leave my girl out could I?’ He winked, passing them to you and you let out a shocked laugh as you took them from him.

‘Oh Mase, thank you. You didn’t have to’ you gushed and he gave you a sweet smile. ‘Come here’ you whispered, cupping his jaw as you gave him a loving kiss which you could feel him melt into.

‘Come on, we don’t wanna be late cause you can’t keep your hands off me’ he winked and you rolled your eyes with a laugh as you sat back in your seat. Even when he was worrying about today he still managed to be sweet and make you smile.

It didn’t take too much longer to get to your parents house and you noticed how he let out a shaky breath as he turned the car off.

‘I promise you Mase, you won’t even remember why you were nervous in five minutes’

‘I know’ he laughed covering his face with his hands. ‘I bet you think I’m a right wimp’

‘Of course not’ you laughed, pulling on his wrists so you could see his face and he was looking back at you with a shy expression. ‘I was the same when I met your family’

‘And now you’re one of us’ he winked causing you to become flustered.

‘And you’re about to be one of mine’ you whispered as he blushed furiously. ‘Come on, let’s get this show on the road’ you laughed, helping him carry everything up the path hand in hand and you felt him squeeze your fingers the closer you got to the door.

You knocked and your mum answered almost immediately, knowing she must of been looking out the window and waiting for you at the door. You let go of Masons hand momentarily so you could hug your mum before pulling him forward by the wrist.

‘Mum, this is Mason’ you smiled proudly and you noticed her smile at you before looking at Mason.

‘It’s so lovely to meet you Mason, I’ve heard a lot about you’ she smiled, pulling him into a hug and you smiled at the sight.

‘It’s lovely to meet you too. These are for you’ he told her handing over the beautiful bunch of flowers and her face lit up as she caught sight of them.

‘Oh Mason, thank you so much they’re beautiful’ she laughed and you lent into him a little bit. ‘Come through to the kitchen, would you like a cuppa either of you before we head out?’

‘I’ll just have a glass of water’ you smiled, pulling Mason along through the house. ‘What would you like, Mase?’

‘Waters fine, thank you’ he smiled at you as you grabbed the pair of you a glass from the cupboard. You could see your mum reaching for a vase on-top of a high shelf and without a word Mason walked over to help, causing you to smile as he reached up and grabbed it for her.

‘Thank you love. Don’t mind the dust, it’s been a long time since this vase has seen any action’ she joked and he laughed along with her before taking up the seat sext to you.

‘Where’s dad?’ You asked and you watched her roll her eyes with a laugh.

‘In the shed looking for a spanner. I’ve been asking him for weeks to fix that bloody cupboard door in the bathroom and he decides now is a good time’ she told you, arranging her flowers. ‘Oh he’s just coming now’ she told you and you felt Mason stiffen besides you. You knew he was more nervous about meeting your dad as he was more likely to be the hardest to win over but you had no worries about your dad and Mason getting along.

‘I swear to god I’m putting a lock on that shed. I know I put that spanner back on the hook, but is it there? You bet it’s not. Someone’s been in there I know they have’ he complained, not even looking up as he walked in with a handful of tools that he was inspecting.

‘Oh don’t be so ridiculous’ you mum laughed, tapping him on the shoulder so he’d look up, smiling at you as you caught eyes with him.

‘Hey Dad’ you smiled, standing up to give him a quick hug before pulling Mason over. ‘Dad, this is Mason’

‘Ah yes, Mason. It’s nice to meet you’ he smiled, holding his hand out for him to shake.

‘Nice to meet you too, sir’

‘I don’t suppose you know anything about fixing bathroom cabinets do you?’ He joked and Mason laughed whilst awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

‘I can’t say I do, sorry’

‘Ah don’t worry, that makes two of us’ he jibed before your mum realised the time and rushed the pair of them off to get their coats. You promised to meet them outside and once you were out of sight you saw Mason take a huge breath.

‘See, not so scary are they?’ You joked and he gave you a shy smile.

‘No I guess not’ he laughed, kissing your forehead gently just before your parents came out to join you. The restaurant wasn’t too far away and you sat in the back of your dads car with Mason on the middle seat. Your hand in his lap as he played with your fingers as a distraction whilst you all made small talk.

When you were eventually shown to your table, you grinned over at him when he held your chair out for you to sit down as you mum looked at your dad with a huff, noticing he was already sat with his face buried in the menu.

‘When’s the last time you held a chair out for me?’ She asked him with a laugh but he had no idea what she was saying so she left him to it, giving the pair of you a cheeky wink.

It wasn’t long before you felt Masons hand on your knee, palm up so you could slot your fingers in between his and give it a comforting squeeze as you could tell he was still a bit terrified. He didn’t need to be though as the conversation followed freely, your parents asking about how you met before telling you about how they met and then going on to tell Mason embarrassing stories about you growing up and no matter how much protested they didn’t stop. Mason was loving it, squeezing your hand under the table as he laughed along with them before kissing your knuckles gently to try and soothe you.

‘When we get back I’ll have to see if I can fish out some old baby pictures’ you mum smiled ‘she was such a lovely kid’

‘Hey I still am lovely’ you argued with a pout before Mason excused himself so he could run to the loo. ‘So what do you think?’ You asked quietly now the three of you were alone and the both smiled at you brightly.

‘Well he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon’ your dad laughed and you blushed at his statement. You’d been told many times that Mason always had a special look for you but to hear it from your dad made you happier than anything.

‘He’s lovely, honestly y/n. So polite too, could teach your father a thing or two’ she winked and you smiled as your dad rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. ‘You both seem really happy’

‘We are’

‘Well if you’re happy then we’re happy’ she grinned just as Mason got back to the table, his hand reaching for yours almost subconsciously. You all chatted for a bit longer until your plates were cleared and your dad asked for the bill, but he was told everything had been paid for and your eyes automatically shot to Mason. He was trying to play it cool but you knew this was down to him so you squeezed his hand to get his attention.

‘Mason, you didn’t need to do that’

‘It’s fine, I wanted to’ he reassured everyone but it didn’t stop your mum from playfully telling him off.

After you left you made your way back to your parents house for a little while and whilst your mum went off to try and find some pictures, you took the opportunity to take Mason up to your old bedroom that sat untouched. You’d told your mum she could change it around if she wanted too but she told you she liked it as it was and the nostalgia hit you in the face as you stepped inside.

The walls were a pale pink and your bed still had on the ditsy floral duvet that you loved from back then. You had a bookshelf full of books and a small desk where you used to do your homework and you watched Mason smile as he took it all in.

‘I love it, it’s very you’ he smiled, pulling you into his side as he looked over a few pictures you’d hung up of your and your friends, along with posters of the boy bands you loved and your favourite films. It was like he was looking right into your brain and even though you felt exposed you didn’t feel embarrassed.

‘Wanna know a secret’ you whispered, turning face him as your hands traveled up and over his chest before he held you at your waist. ‘You’re the first boy that’s ever been in here’

‘Oh yeah? I don’t believe that’ he laughed kissing your cheek gently. ‘You’re far too pretty, I bet you had all the boys knocking. I know I would of been’

‘If only. I was what you might call a late bloomer’ you joked and he tickled your sided before kissing you gently. ‘Are you feeling better now?’

‘Much better. I just really want them to like me’

‘They do’ you told him and you watched him let out a small breath of relief. ‘Come on, we best go downstairs before we get accused of something’ you told him and he pouted as you lead him out by his hand.

You joined your dad in the living room, sitting in between him and Mason as they talked idly about the game that was on. You dad was more of a rugby man than a football one but he still knew who Mason was and even though he didn’t say it, it was nice for Mason to talk about something other than football. You kept you hand in his, resting your head on his shoulder as they spoke away like they’d known each other for years.

‘I knew I’d find them somewhere’ your mum laughed, walking in with a small brown suitcase and you knew what was inside immediately.

‘Oh mum please no, not the baby pictures, have you not embarrassed me enough already?’ You complained but she shook her head, opening it up and pulling a few albums out for all of you to look through.

‘Oh this is gonna be good’ Mason laughed, taking a random album that your mum passed to him and you looked on in horror as he opened it up to reveal pictures of your seventh birthday party. You cringed as he flicked through picture after picture of you in sparkly tights and and a big puffy dress, your gappy toothed smile present everywhere you looked to the point where you couldn’t take anymore. Standing up so you could pick a different album up before sitting in the floor crossed legged.

This one didn’t made you cringe though, flicking through the pages of you and your grandparents on various trips and Christmas days throughout the years. You missed them terribly and Mason must of sensed your change in mood as you felt him join you, sitting behind you before gently pulling you onto his lap so you were sat on his thighs and he could look over your shoulder. You loved how he was comfortable enough around them that he felt he could still be normal and caring with you without pushing things too far and you smiled gently as he placed a soft kiss to your jaw.

‘You okay?’ He whispered into your ear but you just nodded, not sure if your voice would be strong enough to answer him and you melted a little bit as you felt him pull you tighter to him. He knew what was wrong the minute he’d caught sight of the pictures you were flicking through having had the conversation many times about how your missed your grandparents so he quickly reached over to grab another album. ‘Shall we look at this one?’ He suggested and you took it from him with a smile, unsure of what would be hiding inside.

Much to your delight this one was pictures of your first birthday and you didn’t mind these ones so much as you were so little and you felt Mason smile into your neck as you flipped the pages.

‘What?’ you laughed, slightly turning to face him and you caught onto his cheeky grin straight away.

‘Cutest kid I’ve ever seen’ he chuckled and you rolled your eyes as your turned back to look back at the album. ‘I’m being serious, we’re gonna have the prettiest babies I swear’ he whispered into your ear before he stiffened, realising what he’d said. ‘Shit I um-‘

‘I’d like that’ you whispered back, kissing his nose lightly to settle him as you could tell he was embarrassed about what he’d said. You’d never spoken about kids or a family before as it seemed to be too early for all that stuff but when Mason had said it just now, it didn’t frighten you or scare you off, if anything you felt warm and happy that he’d thought about you in that way. You always pictured yourself with a family of your own one day and the thought of it working out and getting to have that with someone as caring and lovely as Mason made you more excited than anything.

You carried on your walk down memory lane, your parents asking Mason about his childhood and you listened as he told everyone the familiar stories with some new ones thrown in. You loved how relaxed he seemed now, talking away like he was with his own family until you heard the doorbell ring and he slightly tensed up again.

‘Oh that must be your brother’ your mum smiled, standing up to go and answer the door. You didn’t have time to reassure Mason that everything was okay as your two year old nephew Leo came bounding in, running straight over to you and into your arms.

‘Hello baby’ you giggled, holding him close before leaving little kisses over his cheeks. ‘Look who’s here’ you smiled, pulling him back so he could get a look of Mason. You’d shown your nephew pictures of Mason all the time and pointed him out on the tv whenever you got the chance so you felt like he knew who he was already. He didn’t say a word, just held his arm out so Mason could be included in the group hug and you felt Mason laugh as he wrapped his arms around the pair of you.

‘Hello mate, you good?’ Mason asked him and you watched as he babbled about nothing in particular as you slowly got up so you could say hello to your brother and sister in law. When you turned back around your nephew was comfortably sat in Masons lap as they spoke, your nephew only knowing a few words but he seemed happy enough to try and talk and Mason was chatting along with him saying god knows what but you felt butterflies erupt in your tummy looking at the pair of them getting along right from the start.

You saw Mason try to stand so he could meet your brother but your nephew was having none of it, clinging to him so tight the only option he had was to lift him up with him, his arms around his neck as he buried his face in there as Mason held onto him carefully.

‘Looks like someone’s made a new friend’ your brother laughed as he approached Mason. ‘Nice to meet you mate, I’m Liam. Sorry about him, he’s like a koala sometimes’ he joked, reaching to untangle him from Mason but he wasn’t budging, clinging to him even harder as he started to cry.

‘It’s alright’ Mason laughed, rubbing up and down his back soothingly to let him know it was okay. ‘It’s nice to meet you too’ he smiled at the pair of them.

‘Shall we find you some toys to play with?’ you asked your nephew, stroking his head lightly as he nodded into Masons neck. You pulled a few from his box and you watched as Mason sat and played with him, seemingly in his element until Leo was crawling into Masons lap with a book. You knew what that meant and you watched his eyes slowly shut as he fell asleep in the comfort of Masons arms, your heart hammering at the sight. You could of cried at how cute the whole thing was and when your sister in law Lucy took him to put him to sleep in the other room you were quick to pat the space next to you so Mason could join you. Threading your fingers through his instantly as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You felt so complete, surrounded by all the people that loved you most and watching Mason interact with them like he’d always known them made you feel all warm inside. He was even joining in when your brother was trying to explain to your dad how to fix the bathroom cabinet door.

‘You know what, just come and show me how to do it cause otherwise it’s never getting done’ your dad huffed, standing up. ‘You too Mason, we can learn together’ he laughed and the three of them disappeared upstairs. You could hear them laughing every so often as they sorted out the door, your mum giving you a knowing look as you smiled.

When it came time for you both to leave, your nephew had a fit and cried to the point your brother had to take him into another room so you could get out the door causing Mason to laugh his head off.

‘He’s never cried like that for me before’ you told him with a pout as you got in the car and he squeezed your knee sympathetically.

‘If it makes you feel any better that’s how I feel every time you leave’ he joked and you rolled you eyes before leaning over to give him a soft kiss. ‘Stay with me tonight?’ He whispered, feeling your heart melt at how vulnerable he seemed. You had work early the next morning and the plan was always for you to go home tonight like usual but his eyes were breaking you down. ‘It’s still early, we can pop to yours and get you some stuff and I’ll drive you to work in the morning I promise I just don’t want you to go yet’

‘Okay’ you nodded squeezing his hand gently before he looked over at you with a grateful smile. You quickly ran into your house to pack a quick bag before making it back to Masons. He seemed different with you now, almost like he was being extra gentle and loving. His kisses were just that bit sweeter and as he laid on your chest in bed you couldn’t help but ask what was going on.

‘You’re gonna think I’m weird’ he laughed, trying to hide his face.

‘I won’t, you know you can tell me anything’ you reassured him and you felt him let out a breath as he shuffled so he was hovering over you, cupping your jaw so he could stroke you cheek gently.

‘Ive just had a really nice day with you, you know? It’s so weird but it’s like I feel way closer to you now in a way I haven’t done with anyone. Getting to see you with your people and feeling included and seeing your old bedroom and all the old pictures of you like I just love you so much, I really do’ he told you sincerely and you felt your eyes prick at his confession.

‘I love you, too’ whispered with a smile before he gave you the softest kiss that filled you with warmth.

‘You know how important family is to me, and feeling like I was part of yours today felt really nice. I just feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be’

‘I know’ you told him, leaning into his touch as you wanted to be as close to him as possible. ‘I told you you had nothing to worry about. Plus Leo loves you by the looks of things so you can’t go anywhere or he’ll get upset’

‘Well we can’t have that can we’ he smiled ‘but I’m not planning on going anywhere. I’m so happy with you, you make me feel settled and I’m ready for whatever comes next for us’

‘What do you want to be next?’ you asked with a laugh and he scrunched his face up adorably.

‘Well I’d love to have you around a bit more’ he shrugged and you looked at him curiously. ‘I’m not saying you need move in or anything but maybe a couple of nights a week you could stay, and we can go from there? I hate going to bed without you’ he admitted with a laugh.

You didn’t know what to say, too overwhelmed with emotion but you knew the smile on your face told him everything he needed to know. He smiled right back at you, those cute little eye wrinkles and and his dimples that you loved so much taking over his face before he dipped his head to kiss you again. Everything Mason told you he felt you also felt, happy, settled and complete, those gorgeous brown eyes staring back at you melted everything else away and you knew you were right where you were supposed to be too.

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iamjucie · 8 months ago

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A History in Lessons

Chapter 2: Light Reading

He grabs the book from your hand.

*SMACK*

He slaps you across the face. The stinging shoots right to the sinking feeling in your gut.

"What in the HELLS do you think you’re doing?!" He hisses.

Tav learns the lesson of not touching things that don't belong to her.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.6k CW: Domestic Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Physical Abuse AO3 link(it is chapters 2 and 3 on there)

Tags: Overstimulation, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual orgasm

(thank you @itsthatpearl for beta reading and my friend mert on twitter for inspo)

@velvolktra photo credit

After a short but successful hunt out in Lower City, you strut down the streets making your way back toward the Crimson Palace. You feel so suave and confident, as you tend to do when you have a fix of blood. Your vampiric powers are so fueled, so enhanced. You feel so- happy.

And it’s still early! You have even more time to spend with your love before going to sleep for the night.

You’re antsy to see Astarion and tell him about the time you had. You did so well, he will be so proud of you. He loves to hear about your excursions, sometimes he even tags along with you. Even though he doesn’t necessarily need to feed anymore, he still finds he enjoys the sport of it. Especially being though it’s for him and you alone. You have no master to answer to.

But tonight, he decided to stay back at the house. He said he has business to attend to.

You walk up the stairs and go through the entrance to the grand palace you get to call home. Skipping down the hallway, you make your way to the office.

Astarion tends to spend most of the time you’re not in the palace in there reading books, writing letters, signing documents; whatever an all powerful Vampire lord would need to be sitting at a stationary desk for.

You don’t tend to spend time with him there, though. He usually will have made his way to the bedroom or the den awaiting your arrival. But, being though you had finished your hunt so early you expect him to be there.

The door is open a crack, leaving just enough room for you to catch a glimpse of him intently reading a book.

You should surprise him. He’ll be so glad to see you home so early.

Based on the spine of the book, it appears to be one of the research journals Cazador had within the confines of his massive library. His eyebrows are furrowed, his hand is on his chin, and his posture is relaxed in his chair with his legs spread apart.

He only has a face like that when he’s trying hard to retain and understand something. You find that in his new role as the Vampire Ascendent, he is more intrigued to learn about his and your kind. To know the secrets his vicious master knew and kept from him. He must be reading one of the vampirism studies Cazador had in his archives.

Perfect- he is totally distracted.

You sneak your way in, tapping into the adventurer you once were. Tip toeing slowly, being sure to remain in the shadows of the room as to not alert him. Eventually, you manage to stand directly in front of him without him noticing.

Wow- he must really be concentrating.

You quickly snatch the book from his hands.

“What are we reading?” you ask cheekily.

Your mood shifts dramatically as you begin to read from the middle of the page it is open to.

“-essentially a meat puppet for its creator to take full control and advantage of. Over time, its mind shall diminish. A spawn will learn be to be utterly devo-”

He grabs the book from your hand.

SMACK

He slaps you across the face. The stinging shoots right to the sinking feeling in your gut.

“What in the HELLS do you think you’re doing?!” He hisses.

You stand with your mouth slightly agape and your hand resting on the point of impact. Your eyes dart from the furious look in his eyes to the cover of the book he was reading.

“The Uses of a Spawn for its Maker: A Vampiric Study”

You look into his eyes, horrified. Still in shock, you dart out of the room.

“Darling, wait! I-”

You barely hear him calling after you. His voice trails away with the increased distance away from the office.

You run into your chambers and dive onto the bed and begin to sob. You’ve never seen that side of him. He has a temper, sure, but he had never taken it out on you like that.

He is eloquent enough to talk through his emotions instead of being so reactionary. At least, he was.

You know him, that’s not him. At least, you thought you knew him.

You’re not sure you’d ever seen that look in his eyes. If you had, it surely wasn’t directed at you. He was… scary. He made you feel afraid. You’ve never felt so small. Even the hundreds- no, thousands of challenges you faced in your adventures leading up to taking down the Netherbrain, you never felt so helpless.

How could he do this? He’s meant to be your protector. Your lover. He is supposed to keep you from harm. He promised he would.

Oh gods- was this all a mistake? Should you run? What if everything you know is a lie? What if you never knew him at all? What was in that journal? What is he capable of? What if it-

Your spiral is interrupted by a light knock accompanying an opening door.

He’s here. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. You feel so many emotions that you can’t even begin to try to express them to him. Not now. Right now, all you feel is anger. Rage. Disgust. Fear.

He slowly makes his way in, approaching where you remain motionless laying on your side facing away from him. When he gets to the bed, he sits on the edge close to your back gently, as if to not disturb a scared animal. As if any sudden movement would cause it to bite or run.

He’s not entirely wrong to assume that to be the case.

Slowly and softly he places a hand on your back, rubbing it in a soothing circle motion. You don’t move. You lay stiff as a board, other than a slight tense at his touch.

“I know there’s nothing that I can say to make it better. To make it so it didn’t happen…” he begins talking to you without looking at you.

“I am so sorry for hurting you dear. I didn’t mean it. I-I don’t know what came over me.” he gulps. “The rage I felt in the moment- it seemed so… unbearable. I don’t know what came over me… I-I’m… “ his hand leaves your back and goes to his face as he begins to sob into his hands. “…I’m a monster.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you whip your head toward him and see him slouching forward crying. Instantly, like a switch was flipped, you feel guilt rush over you. How could you make him cry like this? You were so dramatic. He needs you to be understanding, not the silent treatment. You sit up and wrap your arms around him and lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Shh, it's okay love.” You begin to run your fingers through his silver curls the way you know soothes him. “You didn’t mean it.” you stop petting his hair. “See! Look at me.” You put your hands on his wet cheeks and pull his face so it’s facing your’s. “It didn’t even hurt!” You turn your head side to side to show him your blemish-less skin. No sign of injury to be seen.

Despite your effort, the sadness in his eyes remains. He turns away from you and looks down.

He closes his eyes and tears continue to slowly run down his cheeks. “I’m no better than him. I will only end up hurting you.”

Him. The reminder of him and what he did to your lover is enough to send you into a rampage.

Your posture becomes straightened and serious, and your voice becomes stern. “You will never be like him. I will never let you be like him. You know that.” his head remains low but he turns toward you, eyes looking into yours. Like he wants to believe you, but something inside is stopping him.

You take his hands in yours and continue gazing into his eyes. “Besides, I shouldn’t have taken something from you like that without knowing what it is. That was foolish of me, I know that now. Lesson learned!”

He looks away from you again and sighs. “No, you deserve to know. We are partners, yes. But, our relationship has a power dynamic that is very imbalanced.” He turns back toward you and places his hands on his lap. “As soon as you’re capable and strong enough, you will be able to be a full vampire yourself. But until then, I will have the ability to have complete power over you. To connect our minds. Insert myself into your consciousness like the tadpole had never been removed.” His lips quiver slightly. He takes your hands into his. “You can trust me though love, I would never do that to you. I understand it can feel… violating.”

“I know that.” You caress his face. “I trust you. I’ve trusted you so far when it’s been objectively the foolish thing to do. Why would I stop now?”

He smiles gently and pulls you in for a kiss.

“I’m surprised you even stayed.” your foreheads are pressed against each other. “I half expected you to bolt out the door and never look back.”

“Never, Astarion. You said it yourself, aetherna amantis. Remember? I’ll always be here for you. Besides-” you chuckle “couldn’t you just command me back?”

He rolls his eyes at you and with a light laugh, pulls you into an embrace.

“I don’t deserve you.” he says quietly into your shoulder.

“And I you.” you pull away and place your hand on his cheek, admiring his beauty. “But how lucky are we to have each other anyway?”

After a few seconds of getting lost in his scarlet eyes, your mouth is drawn to his like a magnetic pull. You begin kissing gently, but gradually the connection of your lips becomes more intimate.

The hand on the back of your head begins to lightly grip your hair, stirring the heat in your core exponentially. The weight of him increases as he begins to shift from a sitting position to being entirely on the bed, your lips never disconnecting. You both lay down and continue exploring each other's mouths, his body on top of yours. The closeness of your bodies fuels your desire tenfold.

Your tongue penetrates his lips and licks the roof of his mouth. Grazing the back of his teeth, you knick your tongue on his fang. He ferociously licks the slight injury, trying to get any taste of your blood. Once he’s sure there’s no more to taste, his tongue returns the favor by exploring the inside of your cheek. Your kisses grow to be feverish, leaving you both craving more of each other's body.

He pulls his mouth from yours and looks at you with sinful intent. “Darling, let me make it up to you.” he purrs as his hand slyly grazes your cunt through your clothing. “Anything you want, we can do.”

Fuck- you can barely think, your lust is flowing from his hand directly to your brain. You remember something that had sparked your interest in the dirtiest way while he was confiding in you before.

“Well I- There was something you said earlier…” you begin “...about how you can enter my mind? Like the tadpole?”

He leans down and starts kissing your neck, unable to resist touching you. “Mmhmm…”

“Well I was actually thinking recently…” he licks your collarbone. You groan, trying to ignore the way he is making you feel in order to continue your thought. “-That I regret not utilizing that connection more. Sexually I mean…” you gulp.

He lifts his head up from his advances and looks at you with a gaze drenched in seduction. “Are you saying you want to feel what I feel when filling you up with my cock?”

You shudder at the image in your mind. Fuck, it’s too much. You need to relax your vivid imagination to remain composed.

“Y-yes. And I want you to feel what it’s like to be full of your cock. At the same time. I want to combine our pleasure…”

He looks at you for a moment, squinting. Thinking about what you’re suggesting. Thinking of the logistics. When suddenly, it clicks- it’s possible. A grin spans his face and he latches his mouth to yours playfully.

He pulls away for just a moment. “I love the way your mind works, pet.”

With unnatural speed, he pulls his shirt over his head and dives into kissing you again while untying your corset top. As if purposefully prolonging the process, he slowly unbuttons your undershirt.

You can’t handle it anymore, you need him. Your pussy is aching with desire. You push him off you and rip your shirt and the buttons fly in all directions. He kneels where he landed after your recently-fed-strength fueled shove and looks at you adoringly.

“I positively love when you’re feral for me darling.” he growls.

You lean forward and stalk your way to the bottom of the bed where he resides. You press your newly exposed skin against his, kneeling so that your tits are in his face. “Let me feel how much you love it-” you lean down and your hand drags down the bulge in his pants “...and you can feel how feral I really am.”

The giddiness he feels at your words is palpable, no matter how composed he pretends to be. This must have been a shared fantasy between the two of you, because based on how he is acting you’re sure he has thought of this before. With a smile spread across his face he concentrates on establishing a connection between your minds and bodies, interlinking your senses.

Like a bolt of electricity strikes you, your entire body feels a jolt of- sensation. Pure sensation. Every nerve ending from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet are feeling so much. Twice as much. Double the lust. Double the desire- No. Double the need to be touched. You sit in shock, taking a minute to adjust to the new feeling. Judging by Astarion’s face, he is feeling the same. From this moment forward, you are only feeling the same. You’re both so utterly overstimulated in the most beautiful way possible.

He looks at your body up and down. You can feel what his gaze upon you does to him, you feel what he wants to do to you. You reach your hand to touch his face. His mouth is open slightly in shock, still trying to adjust to the foreign doubled sensations. Once your hand reaches his skin, you feel a wave of heat shoot through your own cheek.

A grin spans across your face. Oh, this will be fun.

He can feel your excitement and lust. And like an infinite undying echo between both your minds, it grows until neither of you can contain it anymore. You reach your hand to begin to undo his pants and he does the same to yours. A wave of pleasure rushes through you as you graze your hand over the throbbing member through the fabric of his pants, making you both moan simultaneously.

Once you’ve finally managed to take both your pants off, you can’t keep your hands off one another. He’s laying on top of you and both of your hands are touching every part of each other; everywhere but the sources of your carnal lust. Eventually, your hands go from his hair to rubbing down his back. You can feel the sensitivity of his scars piercing into your own back like they’re your own.

He brings his hand to your dripping cunt and languidly strokes the outside of your folds making his way to gently rub your clit. He shivers and lets out an airy laugh with delight, you love knowing it’s your pleasure he’s feeling. There’s something so intimate about having the exact same experience.

As he continues to play with your pussy, you bring your hand to his cock. You can feel the pressure he is feeling and you need to see it relieved. Your fingers slowly rub his length, starting at his head and making your way down the bottom of his shaft and stopping at his balls.

You are so utterly overstimulated, you can barely think. No- you can’t think. This is too much. Knowing he is feeling the exact same way enhances the pleasure tenfold. Your hand grasps around his cock and you begin to slowly pump. At the exact same time his fingers enter your cunt, rubbing your inside walls in a way that makes you scream. And you do.

You’re both moaning and riving in pleasure, you’ve never felt so connected to one another. This is more than the tadpole could ever have done, you’re connected by blood. Every nerve, every cell in your body is synced with one another. Every action is synchronized as if you had rehearsed it a million times before. Every desire is shared. You feel his want to dominate you, he feels your want to be dominated. You feel his want to have you full of his cock, and he feels your need to be filled with it.

You share a knowing glance. Nothing needs to be expressed verbally, any need for dirty talk is gone. No need for words when you can feel. He puts a hand around your throat and you position his cock at your entrance. He slowly pushes into you. He needs to adjust to the alien feeling, but quickly gets used to it. Once you’ve both become accustomed to the feeling, you both smile gently at one another. He pumps in and out of you, hitting the spot that fills your mind with light..

This is the single most beautiful sensation you have ever experienced. You can feel the pleasure of your tight walls wrapping around your- his cock. You clench slightly, and you feel the increased grip around him and you both moan. If this continues to feel this breathtaking, this won’t last very much longer.

You feel the pressure building in your- and his core.

You look like virgins having sex for the first time. Just looking at one another with your mouths agape, him pumping in and out of you. But with the increased sensation, it’s all you’re able to do. It’s hard to concentrate on doing anything special when you’re so overwhelmed with double sensations, the infinite echo of your lust and desires. It doesn’t matter, though- you don’t need anything more than this.

He breaks the silence that has been maintained since your connection was established. “I-we are going to come. Ready?” He manages through pants and hisses of pleasure. All you can manage is a nod.

And like he was awaiting your acknowledgement, he explodes in you. You simultaneously come, your mind and body is filled with otherworldly light. It’s as if you see colors that don’t exist. You’re both screaming and moaning through your shared orgasms. The feeling of his cock spurting inside you, the feeling of your walls pulsing around his cock, it’s too much.

You’re starting to think you’ll never stop coming. You’re both holding one another, shaking and moaning. He’s still inside you, any movement required to pull out would be way too overwhelming. After a few beautiful minutes, the feeling fizzles out. He’s laying on top of you and you’re both basking in the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm of your lives.

Astarion severs the connection of your minds before pulling out of you and laying beside you. You’re both staring at the ceiling.

“That was…” you say after prolonged silence. “A lot.”

“Yes it was. I would ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I already know the answer.” he says cheekily.

You chuckle, “You’re right. I can’t even lie to you, you can be inside my head at any time.”

“That’s right love.” he says in a facetious patronizing voice. “You can never lie to me, I will always know.”

You both laugh.

You roll over onto your side and prop your head on your hand. “So what else can you do to me as my ‘maker’?”

“What ever do you mean, darling?”

“Like, what other powers do you have over me? You must have learned something in that journal.”

“Well…” he says “I am able to be granted control of you. Command your every movement while you sit in the passenger seat.”

A pregnant silence follows. You recollect when you grabbed the book from him.

‘-a meat puppet for its creator to take full control and advantage of.’

He breaks the silence and continues, “I would never do that though, of course.”

You sit in another moment of silence until you ask, “Even if I asked you to?”

His brows furrow. “I- I’m not sure I understand.” he stammers. “Would you… Like that?”

“I don’t know, it could be hot.” You lay your head back on the pillow. “Giving up complete control to you, you know?”

It’s like a fire was lit inside of him, the soul behind his eyes fueled with desire for power over you. He attempts to act unfazed by your confession, but it does something to him. He looks at you differently. Not negatively, just… differently.

“If you’re sure-” he purrs, “...how could I say no? Of course that experiment will need to wait.” He rolls over to wrap himself around you, cuddling you as you both fall asleep. “I am positively exhausted from tonight's experiment.”

“Next time, then.” you say, eyes closed and drifting to sleep.

He kisses the top of your head. “Next time.”

You both drift to sleep in the warmth of each other’s grasp.

Next chapter: "Your Most Prized Spawn" pt. 1

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liamsyux · 3 months ago

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ANDERPERRY ONE SHOT bc i’m going crazy (it’s bad and cringe BUT IT’S A MODERN HIGHSCHOOL AU CMON)

(also english isn’t my first language and i didn’t even try to write that good)

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the first time todd anderson saw neil perry was on the first day of school. he arrived early and when he entered the classroom and right away sat on the desk near the window, he noticed a certain brown-haired guy. the guy had a smile that could light up an entire room and his eyes were simply filled with the purest joy ever. todd found himself staring at the guy, and when their eyes met, todd felt like he was being teleported to another planet. he flushed and suddenly looked down not caring whether the guy was still staring at him or not.

he found out later the guy’s name was neil perry.

weeks passing todd was crushing more and more on the brown haired guy; he was smart, cute, funny and well-cultured. the only problem was that they never actually spoke to each other. and that was, todd was sure of it, because neil didn’t actually seemed to enjoy todd presence in the class.

when their eyes met he always looked away first (strange thing to say when the other guy is todd fucking shy anderson), when todd rarely spoke up in class he seemed to didn’t care at all about what he was saying (also strange because he always cared about what their other classmates had to say) and every time todd started a absolute necessary conversation, he was always trying to get away as soon as possible.

so, for todd anderson, that wednesday was the weirdest day in his life.

the morning was pretty fine actually; he took notes, he listened, he did everything regular. and so, as every other day, when the bell rang, he took his time to pack his stuff away and saw all his other classmates rushing out of the door. all, except one. neil fucking perry. now the only possibilities that came up in todd’s mind where all concerning him being in the wrong and perry having something to say.

what he did not in fact expect was to see a flushed neil with in his hands god knows what, walking towards him.

“erhm todd?”

todd felt his face heat up. neil never called him, let alone called him by his first name.

kinda scared and anxious todd tried to say something normal, without sounding weird.

“yes?”

his voice was low and he felt very insicure. what the hell was going on.

“s-sorry for bothering you, i know you probably would have preferred being alone and pack away your stuff but t-there’s something i-i gotta tell you”

neil kept walking towards todd’s desk as he spoke leaving todd wide eyed, he never seen and heard neil talking and approaching someone with that little confidence.

“n-no don’t worry about that” he said actually sounding very confident.

todd thought neil didn’t like him at all or at least did not like him enough to be friends with him (ne was friends either basically everyone); so the things neil said to him in that empty classroom left him astonished.

“listen i’m sorry if this sounds weird or i don’t know creepy but” he looked up directly into todd’s eyes “i-i really like and i’d feel really honored if you would want to maybe get a coffee with me sometimes! he-here’s my number if you maybe want to text me your answer, or you could just ignore everything don’t worry” and neil left on todd desk a piece of paper, with in fact a cellphone number written on it.

todd was completely astonished. he looked at neil with wide eyes and mouth open.

“i’m sorry, w-what?” he said. it’s not like he didn’t hear him c’mon, neil was basically screaming, he just did not understand.

“shit sorry don’t worry about it i’ll just leave” neil whispered already making his way out.

“i-i thought you didn’t like me” todd said, his voice almost a whisper.

“what?”

“like you befriended everyone in the class except me a-and you never listen when i say something to the teacher o-or you always look away when our eyes randomy mert; i-i just thought you didn’t think i was nice” todd almost shouted.

“WHAT?”

neil ran right away to todd’s desk resting his hands on it.

“i-i’ve liked you since the first day, shit i’m sorry i made you feel like-like i hated you or something”

todd looked at neil like the words he just said were gold falling from the sky. neil looked at him and the kept staring at each other for a while.

“actually i’ve wanted to get some coffee with you since the first day, neil. i like you too” todd revealed with a soft smile.

now was neil turn to be completely in disbelief. seeing todd smiling though made him chukle and smile.

“oh yeah?”

#dps fandom #dps #dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #modern #high school #cringe

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mynameismisty · 1 year ago

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Could you do dating headcannons for Kenshi by any chance?

DATING KENSHI TAKAHASHI| HEADCANONS

☆WARNINGS: none i was too lazy to do an nsfw part LOL

☆SUMMARY: basically the name

☆A/N: thanks anon, ive been waiting for a kenshi request!!!

☆SIDENOTE: i love the ideas you guys have for asks! Feel free to request anytime you like

Before the incident with Mileena, Kenshi was really kind of distant at first with you.

He saw you at a nightclub from ths VIP area, getting clearly uncomfortable with the guy you were with.

Kenshi was a Yakuza member but he wouldn't let this slide. So he stood up, grabbed his Katana and approached the guy that was pestering you. "Is there a problem here?" Kenshi asked. Practically looking like he was about to start crying, the guy shook his head, apologized to you and ran away.

You were scared at first of Kenshi too, I mean, who wouldn't be? A Yakuza member really just came up and defended you. They must want something, right?

But what Kenshi really wanted was to just talk with someone. And that, both of you did. Laughter, giggles and smiles fluttered between you two.

He decided to take the cab with you home so that you could be safe, and exchanged numbers with you.

From then on, he was texting you and you texted him back. And this went on for about 6 months, you'd mert him sometimes, he'd hang out and all that. Flirting seemed to be a way to hang out with you two, until he texted you one day. Telling you to go to the same nightclub you both first met at.

There he confessed what he felt and how he felt it.

The night ended with you jumping in his arms and kissing almost every part of his face and holding his hand on the way home.

(ok i just wanted a back story before the headcanons LOL)

The first few months that you two dated he was scared you'd leave him because of his past as well, you know

He definitely would be alot more distant when you both start dating and only warm up a bit more after a month and half or so

Was aslo insecure about his tattoos because he thought it was a reminder from his past

Would take you out on simple dates like ice cream, movies, cafes, etc etc

BIG SPOON NO QUESTIONS ASKED

He does love hugging you from the back

More or so clingy when both of you are behind close doors

You asked him to teach you how to wield a Katana

You failed miserably and it ended up with you on the couch with him cleaning out your wounds and scolding you for not being careful

You started giggling though and he wondered why

"What's so funny about almost getting stabbed through the chest?"

"Nothing it's just...I like how you care for me."

There was a moment of silence before Kenshi covered your wound with a bandaid

"I like how you care for me too." He said silently.

And you smiled

Definitely after becoming blind he was even more insecure

He really didnt like taking off his blindfold infront of you

After he got the courage and your assurance that he can take it off he almost felt like crying after you felt his face with your hands and simply just kiss his nose bridge in between his eyes

(Can he cry though? How????)

IS A GOOD DANCER

IDK HE JUST IS

Like i know my man can slow dance with you and hed love how you giggle

Definitely loves bombarding you with small gifts

Loves when he wakes up earlier than you because he simply just traces his fingers over your face

love love LOVES when you pepper his face with kisses

After the katana incident he might be willing to train you again, depends

Is a great cook

Will cook if you ask him to

Can somehow cook like amazingly???

Tell this man you want a dish hes never heard of before and he somehow manages to cook it AMZAINGLY

WOULD GET MATCHING TATTOOS WITH YOU

Because like whats another tattoo to him

Definitely has a little tattoo of your initials on his wrist

Loves to borrow things of yours like hairclips, rings, bracelets when he leaves for a mission that he knows would take him a few days

You always wondered why

"Why do you keep taking my stuff, Kenshi?" You asked, rolling your eyes with a chuckle

"It's a promise that I won't leave you."

"How so?" You ask curiosly, tilting your head

"Because you'll know I always come back when I return it." Kenshi said, in which he gave a small smile, walked towards you and pecked a kiss on your lips

Needless to say you were really pink after..

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #fluff #kenshi takahashi #cute #mk kenshi

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prowerprojects · 11 months ago

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Finally figured out Amy's thing in my aosth au!

You see, in aosth Sonic is... how do I say it nicely... would not be normally be frazzled by a girl's romantic advances. So I needed to give Amy something else to put her and Sonic in conflict. Her wanting to fight Robotnik wouldn't be it either, probably. He often encourages civilians to raise up against him.

And now it hit me: school! If Amy goes to school (I imagine fancy private school with uniforms), and Sonic wouldn't want her to sabotage her education to help him fight Robotnik. Even if he doesn't go to school himself. Or maybe, because of that. Tails goes sometimes, but it's obviously not fulltime, and I hc Sonic feels bad that Tails had to choose between the apprenticeship and hanging out with him, so he wouldn't want to put anyone else in this position. Amy, of course, would take it as him not respecting her or not believing in her enough (and Tails would definitely be a brat about it and not help), so there you go, conflict.

(Since it's also the au with Metal Sonic, I could go into Sonic's thoughts on being a role model and then boom – killer robot but it's only the bad parts of himself? Idk need to think on it. And yes, I am well aware there already was a robot copy of Sonic in aosth but it's different. It's actual Metal Sonic this time)

Feeling down on herself, Amy goes off and merts Scratch and Grounder, who are also in misery because Robotnik just made Metal Sonic and he does everything better than them and now they're treated even worse than before. They bond and she eventually helps them realize that they need to leave Robotnik if they ever want to be happy.

Meanwhile Sonic and Tails are fighting Metal Sonic and it's totally kicking their asses for once. (It seems like Amy, Sonic and Tails don't have character arcs in this but they totally do I'm just still working on it)

It all ends with Amy learning to balance her school life and fighting Robotnik (I also have a few ideas for a few school-related plots post-story), she makes up with Sonic and Tails (maybe Tails gives her the hammer as an apology gift). Scratch and Grounder finally leave Robotnik (this is actually the reason why I made this au in the first place, I wanted someone to take pity on them but I knew it couldn't be S&T because of their history). Metal Sonic is beaten but not yet defeated... next: Angel Island (?)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #project.txt #sonic au #aosth #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #tails #blue blur #amy rose #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sunshine sundae trio

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hiro-doodlez · 9 months ago

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Watch this

Stage 1 - Beaten frowns Stage Stage 1 - Beaten frowns after

Here we experience the first sigs of memory loss. This stage is most like a beautiful daydream. The glory of old age and recollection. The last of the great days.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

A1 - It's just a burning memory | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

A2 - We don't have many days | Say It Isn't So - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A3 - Late afternoon drifting | It All Depends On You - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A4 - Childishly fresh eyes | Moonlight and Shadows - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

A5 - Slightly bewildered | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone .. The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A6 - Things that are beautiful and transient | The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra

B1 - All that follows is true | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B2 - An autumnal equinox | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

B3 - Quiet internal rebellions | Water Lilies In The Moonlight - Hughie Diamond . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B4 - The loves of my entire life | Willow Weep For Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

B5 - Into each other's eyes | Smoke From A Chimney - Samuel Gabriel Costa . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B6 - My heart will stop in joy | Room With A View - Mert Curtis . Russel Morgan and His Orchestra

Stage 2 - Pittor Pickgrown in Khatheinstersper

The second stage is the self realisation and awareness that something is wrong with a refusal to accept that. More effort is made to remember so memories can be more long form with a little more deterioration in quality. The overall personal mood is generally lower than the first stage and it a point before confusion starts setting in.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

C1 - A losing battle is raging | Love's Old Sweet Song - Chester Gaylord

C2 - Misplaced in time | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra

C3 - What does it matter how my heart breaks | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

C4 - Glimpses of hope in these trying times | Grand Canyon Suite: Painted Desert | Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

C5 - Surrendering to despair | Sweet and Low - Chester Gaylord

D1 - I still feel as though I am me | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

D2 - Quiet dusk coming early | To Be Forgotten - David Rubinoff

D3 - Last moments of pure recall | Into My Heart - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra

D4 - Denial unravelling | Phillips Dewey . Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

D5 - The way ahead feels lonely | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunset - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

Stage 3 - Hag

Here we are presented with some of the last coherent memories before confusion fully rolls in and the grey mists form and fade away. Finest moments have been remembered, the musical flow in places is more confused and tangled. As we progress some singular memories become more disturbed, isolated, broken and distant. These are the last embers of awareness before we enter the post awareness stages.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

E1 - Back there Benjamin | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

E2 - And heart breaks | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

E3 - Hidden sea buried deep | Birth Of The Blues - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone .. Piano Medley of Layton and Johnstone Successes: Intro - My Blue Heaven - John Turner Layton Jr.

E4 - Libet's all joyful camaraderie | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

E5 - To the minimal great hidden | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

E6 - Sublime beyond loss | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

E7 - Bewildered in other eyes | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

E8 - Long term dusk glimpses | Exactly Like You - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra

F1 - Gradations at arm's length | [Sample unknown]

F2 - Drifting time misplaced | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

F3 - Internal bewildered World | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini

F4 - Burning despair does ache | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

F5 - Aching cavern without lucidity | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

F6 - An empty bliss beyond this World | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - Victor Salon Orchestra

F7 - Libet delay - Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

F8 - Mournful cameraderie | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

Stage 4 - Glitsholder

Post-Awareness Stage 4 is where serenity and the ability to recall singular memories gives way to confusions and horror. It's the beginning of an eventual process where all memories begin to become more fluid through entanglements, repetition and rupture.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

G1 - Post Awareness Confusions

Section A: [Sample unknown] | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunset - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra

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Section B: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

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Section C: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | The Japanese Sandman - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Ambassador Orchestra

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Section D: Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Belle Of the East - Albert Benzler

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Section E: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | To You - Mert Curtis . Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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H1 - Post Awareness Confusions:

Section A: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section B: Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Any Time, Anywhere - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section C: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section D: [Sample unknown] | The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Winterreise No. 20: Der Wegweiser - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section E: Gradana - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section F: Piano Medley of Layton and Johnstone Successes: Intro - My Blue Heaven - John Turner Layton Jr.

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I1 - Temporary Bliss State:

Section A: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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Section B: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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J1 - Post Awareness Confusions:

Section A: [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | To You - Mert Curtis . Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | In The Mission By The Sea - Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-a: Into My Heart - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra | Grand Canyon Suite: Painted Desert | Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section B-b: Say It Isn't So - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section C: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section D: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | The Japanese Sandman - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Ambassador Orchestra

Stage 5 - Eptitranxisticemestionscers Desending

Post-Awareness Stage 5 confusions and horror. More extreme entanglements, repetition and rupture can give way to calmer moments. The unfamiliar may sound and feel familiar. Time is often spent only in the moment leading to isolation.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

K1 - Advanced Plaque Entanglements:

Section A-a: [Sample unknown] | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | The Mocking Bird - Harry Taft | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown]

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Section A-b: Laura - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section B: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section C1-a: Was It A Dream? - Richard Ewing Powell

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Section C1-b: Melody: Prière à Notre-Dame

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Section C2-a: I'm Following You - Lawrence Gray

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Section C2-b: Melody: Prière à Notre-Dame

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Section D: [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | [Sample unknown]

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Section E: [Sample unknown] | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Reckless Night On Board An Ocean Liner - Sydney John Lipton and His Grosvenor House Orchestra

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Section F-a: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section F-b: [Sample unknown] | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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Section G: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone and His Band

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Section H: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section I-a: [Sample unknown] | Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone and His Band | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section I-b: In The Mission By The Sea - Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Room With A View - Mert Curtis . Russel Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section I-c: Granada - Mantovani & His Orchestra

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Section I-d: Water Lilies In The Moonlight - Hughie Diamond . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section J: Grand Fantasia - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section K: Invincible Eagle March - James Fitzgerald | There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra | Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

L1 - Advanced plaque entanglements

Section A: Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler

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Section B1: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section B2: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section C: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-a: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler

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Section D-b: [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-c: Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone

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Section D-d: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-e: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section E: Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | [Sample unknown] | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section F: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Reckless Night On Board An Ocean Liner - Sydney John Lipton and His Grosvenor House Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section G: [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section H: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section I1: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section J: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section K: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra

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Section I2: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section L: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Grand Fantasia - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

M1 - Synapse retrogenesis:

Section A1:

Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Meditation From "Thais" - Jesse Crawford

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Section B1: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown] | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section C-a: Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section C-b: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Gradana - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section C-c: [Sample unknown] | Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians

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Section A2: London Town (You Haunt Me) - Stanley Augustus Holloway | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section B2: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

N1 - Sudden time regression into isolation

Section A1: [Sample unknown] | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway

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Section B1: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section B2: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra

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Section B3: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown]

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Section C: Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Piano Medley Of Layton & Johnstone Successes (Ramona / My Ohio Home) - John Turner Layton Jr.

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Section A2: Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section A3: [Sample unknown] | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway

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Section B4 (Hell Sirens 4): Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Granada - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section D: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown]

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Section E1 (Last Of The Bliss): Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Piano Medley Of Layton & Johnstone Successes (Ramona / My Ohio Home) - John Turner Layton Jr. | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section E2: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

Stage 6 - Necrotonomigaud

Stage 6 is without description.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

O1 - A confusion so thick you forget forgetting:

Section A: The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | [Sample unknown]

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Section B: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section C: Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | interresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Meditation From "Thais" - Jesse Crawford

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P1 - A brutal bliss beyond this empty defeat:

Section A1: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section B-a: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-b: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-c: There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra

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Section B-d: [Sample unknown] | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Granada - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section A2: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | The Last Rose Of Summer - Jesse Crawford

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Section C: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | London Town (You Haunt Me) - Stanley Augustus Holloway | Melody: The Haunted Ballroom

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Section D: There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra

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Q1 - Long decline is over:

Section A-a: Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section A-b: Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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R1 - Place in the World fades away

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Section A-b: Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section B: [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini

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Section C (Last 5 minutes): Melody: Laßt mich ihn nur noch einmal küssen - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section D: [No sample]

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modelcalifornia · 2 years ago

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She is a fierce woman. As you might expect, she hates to admit she doesn't know where she's going. She radiates strength and kindness, but deep down she is drowning in confusion. Days pass and the pressure in her chest increases. The anxiety returns. "What's wrong with me? I don't feel like myself anymore” - she asks herself. Yet if anyone has a clear idea of who she is, it's her. I have never met someone with such drive, passion and deep hunger for life. It breaks everyone's heart to see her doubt herself. How can someone so strong and intelligent play with her own mind in such a foolish and pointless way? I guess she's tired by the way she pours herself a martini glass and lights up a cigarette. — Text by MODELCALIFORNIA Kate Moss photographed by Mert & Marcus for Self Service Magazine ssue no.55 (via @cigaretteandmartini) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnaa0SnM6hk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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thinking of you and g⭐j⭐ as popstars doing a sunglasses ad campaign. what type of shots and poses would you do? please refer to pinterest or google to show me your selections. thank you for your attention.

oh once again, u are spoiling this girl….not me having to go bust out the ol gucci mario testino ads….but like that’s what we’re doing. it’s hot, it’s sexy, there are a few goofy ones that get thrown into women’s mags and eye glass shops as ads for good measure but

tell me u can’t picture that as gojo!!!! especially if he’s pulling the glasses down on his nose a little and like very much checking the model out!!!!! it’s perfect….

love the closeness and the luxe intimate feel of these and lbr g🥏j🌐’s face needs to be seen at least somewhat but not all the way. he’s very beautiful.

this is a tom ford ad by I think mert and Marcus and this is also just UGHHHHHHHHHHH I feel like the tension is so good I’d buy glasses advertised by people this hot with this much sexual tension tbh

#answered #satoken #pop star au

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sonicblueartist · 9 months ago

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Operation Crimson

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

❝𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞; 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

A/N

Sorry guys this chapter might be long and boring but I swear these chapters are necessary to introduce the series and the events. (And I had to split this chapter because it become so long) I will try to add reader be more involved in other episodes and I promise there will be more action scenes. GET READY FOR THE CONCERT SCENE BECAUSE IT WILL BE A LEGEND!!! FINALLY, OUR HEROES WILL GET A GLANCE AT OUR VILLAIN.

HAVE FUN!

Sitting within a worn down booth, Kiera Lee took a dramatic drag of her half dulled cigarette watching as the reflection of passing cars flash along the twenty four hour coffee shops windows, along with the small rustling of poodles outside. Given the odd hour of that very evening, one would say her current position could be considered rather oddly suspicious, but given that she hadn't been alone, her situation was that much more conflicting to the naked eye. That is if anyone were watching to begin with. Seated before her, was a torn looking man named Mert, someone who had been seated before her for quite some time, and was still rather transfixed with the matter at hand, lost within his own head as he continued to be stuck in thought.

"This is no small matter..." Mert muttered. Kiera Lee sat up on her seat and replied in a strangely energetic way according to the time they were currently in.

"Come on, this will be a real success! Think about it. In the evenings with the most television viewing, investigative journalism, unsolved or questionable crimes..."

Mert's attention was more on wanting to sleep in his warm bed than on the subject. Kiera continued excitedly:

"The studio guests will be the witnesses, the people involved, and the parties' lawyers. And Vec..."

"Vec?"

"Excuse me, that's what I call him, actually the person I'm talking about is Vector, a former senior official of the police. An almost legendary character in his times, he has solved extremely complex cases. He is like Sherlock Holmes. Such a character that television will never miss it, they will praise him from the first night! He will examine the evidence, reveal issues that remain obscure and need to be addressed in more depth... I seem to see him questioning the people involved already..."

"Questioning? In the studio?"

"That's right, those who watch the show at home should feel like they're participating in a real investigation on air. The audience will rise above the clouds and our man will have enough success to put even the most veteran TV presenters in trouble."

"And naturally you'll be the host..."

Mert didn't want to talk business at that hour.

"Isn't that obvious? Listen to me, a program that will not even cost a lot, a few cents to be handed only to the studio guests, and a good reward to those who will make statements that have not appeared in the press before..."

"It doesn't matter if it's a good idea or a bad one." Mert said with a sneering smile.

"Certainly!" Kiera replied, emphasizing each word to indicate her anger towards how careless he is, continuing:

"Your interests are different anyway... But going back to the cost issue, they can easily be enticed by first-class travel or vacation.."

Mert finally tilted his head and straightened his posture to discuss the matter more properly.

"Hm, it's not a very original idea, there have been similar programs like this before."

"You've used the right word: Similar! Who have been presenting those programs have always been huge women who are afraid of harming those who conduct research and state officials, who do not touch the water and soap... We will be more aggressive, we will not hesitate to step on anyone's tail and... And the audience will be on our side. After all, the similar programs you mentioned eventually reached very good viewership numbers."

"Well, you know I'm not the one to decide on new releases."

"But since the program will run parallel to the news bulletins you are managing, your opinion on the subject will definitely be taken into account. Talk to Katy..."

Mert put on a tired smile.

"That's the price of tonight, isn't it? Defend your project to the general manager."

"Telling him about my project. Support me."

"I'll see him tomorrow morning..."

Mert looked at his watch with a yawn and added. "Correction, this morning... God! It's almost morning and I haven't slept at all."

Kiera got up from her seat and threw her bag over her shoulder.

Mert shook his head and spoke with a laugh: "You're officially trying to raise your status. You're repulsive..."

There was not the slightest hint of reproach in his voice.

"Aren't we all a little bit like that in this profession in our own way?"

"Okay. I'll talk to Katy about your project and try to convince her."

Kiera headed for the door, "See you soon then."

Mert mumbled something under his breath as he also got up, approaching the cashier to pay for their drinks, "Can't believe you leave the bill on me..." By the time he said that, Kiera was already on her way out, stucking her head out the door, addressing him.

"You talk to Katy. And do me a favor and learn to be a gentleman."

A moment later, she was behind the wheel of her car.

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Kiera liked to drive in the evening, it made her feel powerful, she felt like the ruler of the city. She had been driving on many times, not knowing where she was going, letting her feelings drag her along.

Her phone unexpectedly started ringing.

The caller was Neri on the night watch from the editorial division of the channel.

"Kiera? I thought the secretary was going to show up..."

"Is something important?"

"No, I don't think so, but it will never be known... Maybe something interesting could come out of it. There is a murder. A man was killed in his own home."

"Is that all you know?"

"I was thinking of sending someone to the scene to get information, then I thought tomorrow morning you'd look into it and decide if it should be a special story or just a simple piece of news."

Kiera was not sleepy, nor did she want to go home.

"I'll go, give me the address," she said.

She arrived at the scene in no time. It was a building similar to many other structures found in areas close to the city center. The swirling blue lamps of police cars parked outside the entrance door cast large, strange shadows on the building's surface. A small group of people stood in front of the door to the large building where entry was barred by two policemen, and Kiera saw a print colleague among them.

She parked her car in front of the curb, but did not get out, sitting at the wheel waiting for someone to come, hoping she could get some useful information, after all, she had plenty of time before her for the day's news.

After a few minutes, her patience was rewarded more than expected. A police officer emerged from the building and hurried towards the duty vehicle. Their eyes met for a moment. The man leaned over the car window and spoke briefly to his colleague in the driver's seat. Then he checked around to make sure no one was following him and, making a quick nod to Kiera Lee, hurriedly headed down the side street.

Kiera waited for the man to turn the corner and disappear before starting the engine. Then she drove slowly in the opposite direction and turned from a secluded place into the street where the policeman had just disappeared. When she caught up with the man, she pulled up to the pavement and the officer quickly got into the car. Without any introduction, he began to speak:

"A victim, James Logan, aged twenty-seven, lived alone in an apartment on the fifth floor of the building. He was killed with a blade, like some sort of knife, with an unbelievable number of blows... A brutal murder indeed."

"Interesting, do we have a new monster in town?"

"Maybe. Let's get away from here. I don't want them to see us together."

"James Logan..." Kiera Lee started the car and made a quick U-turn. "The name is not familiar."

"He's not from the celebrity world, if that's what you want to know. He's officially registered as a civil servant," he said, adding with a grin. "It's only natural that he didn't become famous unless he's in a secret relationship with a politician or a famous artist."

"Was he a handsome guy?"

"I guess?"

"Can you go upstairs and have me take a look?"

"Don't even think about it, Espio dropped by the scene right away to keep things under control, I don't think he's going to like your visit."

"Espio? Is that such an important event?"

The man shrugged indifferently.

Kiera continued to speak:

"Even so, it doesn't sound like front-page news to me: A man murdered in his own home in this godforsaken city isn't of much public interest..."

"It's your opinion, but one thing I'm sure will change your mind by tomorrow night."

"Is it about the murderer? Do you know who they are? Did you catch them?"

An evil smile spread across the man's face.

"First we need to clear something up, my dear sweet journalist..."

"I know what you're going to say, but I can assure you..."

The man didn't let her finish.

"Last month I provided you with a lot of good information, you paid me a dime for a carload of nice words in return. Well, I don't care about those nice words, I'm more interested in money. If the information is important and I'm risking my head to pass it on to you, it should be paid properly."

"I know what's going on, and believe me, I was very angry because of this, I even punched my desk. Problem solved, no such thing anymore. If the information you give is valuable, I guarantee you will get a lot in return."

The man seemed to think for a moment.

"I want to believe you, but this time it better not be a problem, otherwise you'll have to get the news from someone else from now on."

"Calm down, okay, I said you'll get your money. Now talk."

"What I'm talking about is..."

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Professor Hamilton stroked his white beard and settled more comfortably into the Forensic Institute's executive chair. For more than fifteen years he had been in this position, and he had passed through countless cadavers on the autopsy table: famous, never known, people who had enjoyed their lives to the fullest, or who had always had to suffer. And death did not excite him any longer, except in curious cases, and something different was happening less and less every day. The James Logan case was no different, for Hamilton it was very commonplace and would be forgotten in a few days. However, while talking to Commissar Espio, he concentrated on the subject for a moment with all his attention.

"Is it finished?" Espio asked.

"Death was definitely between twenty-one forty-five and twenty-two-fifteen last night. Cause of death: Lesions caused by multiple blows to the chest and abdomen with a sharp, steel blade. These are punctures and cuts, eighteen in total. the first six blows, all of which hit the chest. During the twelve blows that followed, the victim was already dead. The lesions in the internal organs are as follows, in order of importance: rupture of the pericardial sac and left ventricle..."

"Forget these details, Professor,"

Espio interrupted, sighing. "I'll read them in the report anyway."

"As you wish. The weapon that caused all the lesions was no doubt, let's see what finding it was... Yes, the D finding, the envelope opener found dipped in the victim's body after the murder. God, when you call it an envelope opener like that, you laugh because it's as thin as a real knife and a sharp, deadly weapon itself. The interesting thing, which didn't really surprise me when I saw where they stuck the blade in, was that the envelope opener was inserted into his body just a short while after he died."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"The post-mortem biological findings do not give chronometric accuracy, so what I can say is that it was ten or thirty minutes after death." After a short pause, Hamilton continued his speech. "There's one more thing: the victim suffered another blow while alive, apart from cuts, a large, bruised tear in the right occipital region of the scalp caused by a blunt object... A thick, glassy object with a string of fragments left on the tissues from the impact of the crush."

"It was a bottle of cognac... Could a more than normal hit cause the victim to lose consciousness?"

"This is possible."

Espio was silent for a while.

"Professor, have you got any idea what the mechanics of the crime might be?"

"I think a conclusion can be made when considering the angles of the wounds on the chest and abdomen."

"Go on, Professor."

"The victim's back was turned to the murderer, maybe he was running away from them. He fell unconscious with the blow to the head with the cognac bottle. So the murderer jumped on him and stabbed him repeatedly with the envelope opener. At first he aimed at his chest with great force, but later..."

Espio interrupted the man:

"Wait, how can you be so sure that the victim is unconscious on the ground?"

"Because he didn't defend himself, his hands didn't have any scars to show otherwise, and besides, no skin, hair, fiber, or anything else from the killer was found on his fingernails... Nothing. As a result, he did not resist, he was either unconscious or half-conscious when he received the fatal blows."

"Or maybe he was paralyzed with fear..."

"Hmm, I don't think so, a person who receives fatal blows will not be paralyzed by fear. Usually, with an almost automatic reflex, the hands are in front of the face trying to shield them. But tell me, please, is it that important to know if the victim is conscious?"

"I don't know, probably not. Please continue, Professor..."

"Well, the victim is on the ground, the killer stabs him in the chest six times with successive blows. From the seventh blow, now there is a dead body in front of them, they stab him eleven more times, targeting his stomach. They drag the body a few meters to the middle of the room, the traces of blood on the floor are clearly visible. And now for the final act..."

"Envelope opener..."

"That's right, it's an act of utter humiliation and contempt. With great care, or even sensitivity, if the word isn't quite appropriate, maybe to make sure it's found, or just for sadistic pleasure, he inserts an envelope opener into the man's body and pushes it all the way down, and leaves it there as we found it."

For a few seconds no one spoke.

Espio was the first to speak, his voice strained:

"Did you find any traces of being beaten before?"

"No."

"Did he drink alcohol?"

"We took measurements, it was within normal limits, he didn't drink."

"Any drug or substance?"

"I can say no, I didn't find any traces. But we'll have to wait for the test results to say for sure."

"Did he have any disease?"

"A young and healthy man, in excellent physical condition."

"Has he eaten dinner?"

"He had a very light meal at about eight o'clock: salad and corn... Maybe he was on a diet."

Hamilton glanced at his watch and his daily chores in his diary.

"If nothing else, Mr. Espio..."

"No, I think that's enough for now."

"I will send you the full lab report as soon as possible."

"If something new catches your eye..."

"I'll let you know right away, Mr. Espio, keep up the good work."

Professor Hamilton finished speaking and immediately began to forget James Logan.

After Espio closed the call, he gets out of his office and comes face to face with Tails.

He wasn't surprised to see him as he was the one to invite him here but his face...

A genuine worry leaked in his words, "Jeez Tails, you look like a car struck you."

Tails scoffed, "Thanks. I didn't sleep three nights straight. Or four days. Seeing it is already..." he glanced at his watch, "...9:25 Am..." He added quickly, "Don't take it personally." He rubbed his eyes, "Anyway, let's get this over with, so I can rest a little."

Espio nodded understanding, "Follow me. Want some coffee?"

Tails sighed, "Do I look like I have a choice?"

As they walked in an empty office to talk, Tails was given his coffee by an intern.

"Thank you." He sipped the bitter coffee, grimacing his face with the harsh taste, leaving to get seated in the semi dark room.

She smiled at him.

Espio called out to her, "Thank you for helping us Light, you can leave."

She hesitated and nodded. Leaving them in the room by themselves.

Espio walked around the room, his fingers on the large white table. He rubs his dust covered fingers on his already stained jacket. After this his first priority is to clean this room. He started with clearing his throat, "You only want information about the victim?"

Tails glanced at Espio's face. His eye landed on his scar over his left cheek only for a second. He looked down on his dark reflection over the coffee, the lights were off and there was very little sunlight coming in through the curtains. This gave Tails the impression that it was still night, "Along with that, as always, general details pertinent to the procedure."

"The victim is a twenty-seven-year-old man. His name is James Logan. He lives alone. He was killed in his own home at about twenty-two last night. The body was found about two hours after the murder, and we were on the scene within minutes."

"What about the murder weapon?"

"An envelope opener, one of the household items. After he was knocked unconscious, he was stabbed multiple times in the stomach and chest with it."

Tails hummed, "He is unconscious? How?"

"With a blow to the head, the killer hit his head with a cognac bottle."

Tails sighed nodding, "What do we know about the victim?"

"A lot of things. The deceased was single, had a couple of girlfriends in recent years, and he was one of the best employees of a large company. His friends and co-workers said he was a serious and level-headed man. They stated that he lived a quiet and non-exaggerated life.

Tails glanced at him, "So what was it about last night?"

"Someone broke into his house, no sign of theft, probably opened the door to the killer himself."

"Let's stop here," Tails said, taking a sip from his cup and continuing. "I don't want to know anything else about the dynamics for now. Any other details on the victim?"

Victim: That was the term he had to force himself to use, not James Logan, not man or anything else... He should have called him a victim to avoid personalizing him and isolate himself from the situation.

"Let's see... his medical file says he's very healthy... He has casual interests and a few activities he continues: He attends a gym and signed up for a Latin American dance class a few weeks ago. He has no financial problems; when his family died, their apartment and a big amount of money saved is up to him. That's all for now..."

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"Kiera! I'm so glad you can make it!" Amy cheerifully opens the door for her.

"Of course how could I miss an invite from a famous singer like you?" She walks in closing the door behind her.

Amy nearly jumped on her heels, "Come follow me. I have some good news for you." She didn't need to lead her in her big house, Kiera was already familiar from a few visits before, for some important information, but this time her visit was for a different reason and Amy being the polite person she is, doing it herself instead of her servants. The one thing Kiera didn't understand, just lay down girl, jeez, you have goddamn servants, let them do their jobs!

Her eyes caught the sight of her bodyguard. Weirdly enough there are a lot of security cameras inside and outside of her house but there is only one guard protecting the whole house -and Amy- and that is a robot.

"It better be. I ditched my work to come see you, girl." Shard and Kiera's eyes met. They both had a weird bond. Shard is oddly cheerful and mysterious for a bodyguard and Kiera has a fierce and untrustworthy attitude towards him. But he still seems to believe in her. Shard welcomed her with a nod.

They seated themself in her living room as Amy started to talk, "You know I'm going on a whole world tour soon, right?"

Kiera nods, "Of course. Everyone is talking about that."

Amy slightly blushes, "Well, Since I won't be singing here for a long time after I leave, I decided to give a concert here for the last time this week." Shard approaches with some teas in hand. They both picked it up. Amy thanked him and continued, "And I wanted to give you the first tickets. You can invite as many friends as you can, it's all free for you and your friends. You can take advantage of everything that will happen at the concert as you wish."

Kiera sips her tea with a side smile, "And? For what cost? What's your benefit?"

Amy gently smiles and shrugs, "I only want you to announce it in the news too, that's all. I want everyone to know so they can all enjoy it. I'm sure this will bring you a lot of viewers."

Kiera leans on her seat thinking, "hmm....Okay, alright, fine. It would be a nice distraction from all these... uh... When exactly is it going to happen you said?"

Amy perks up, "This Sunday, Shard will meet you there. I'll send the address and everything, don't worry. And sorry that it's so early. I didn't have any choice." Shard smirked cooly, waving towards her.

Kiera smiles, good, it's only two days later, "Don't sweat it. It's a deal."

Amy grins, "It will be great!" She mutters to herself, "Now all that remains is to convince Sonic and Espio. I hope Tails can manage."

Amy shakes her head and turns to her, "So...? If you don't mind me asking, how many friends do you think of bringing?"

Kiera smirks, "I have a few people in mind. And I think we better start preparing for this special day with them~"

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Something wasn't normal, Tails was struggling to understand.

First of all, Espio wanted to meet him not in his own room, but in one of the meeting rooms: an oval table, six or seven chairs, a television. They were alone, however, and it was clear that no one else was expected. Then what was that sly expression that never faded as the forensic pathologist explained Hamilton's report?

In the end, Tails decided that Espio knew something he didn't realize and didn't want to tell him about this detail before he got his opinion, but why was he meeting him in the boardroom?

Leaning back on the chair, trying to relax, Espio said: "Yeah, what do you think?"

Tails did not answer immediately. He had a pretty clear idea of what was going on in James Logan's apartment, and what the forensic pathologist had to say backed it up. But he wanted to find the best way to present his thesis. Espio had no intention of pushing research to one side. He also knew that Espio wouldn't listen to him blindly, but Tails wanted to show that his thesis was the most plausible of normal behavior patterns and the only conclusion from crime scene investigation.

"You know something, don't you?" He asked.

"Hah hah, Tails." Espio laughed, raising his hands to his sides. "The rules are very clear. All you need to know right now is the crime scene, the forensic pathology report and information about the victim before you make your own thesis on the case. Then we can talk about the rest later."

"Fine, fine."

Tails took a deep breath before choosing his words carefully and speaking slowly. He ignored the anguish that was surfacing inside him as events flashed before his eyes.

"The victim was found in the middle of the hall: on his back, his shirt and shorts torn, his hands clasped on his stomach; The crime tool was left stuck to his body. The house is quite orderly, with no sign of a fight that may have lasted more than a few seconds."

Tails paused and brought his hands to his eyes. He could not see anything around him; he was in the apartment opposite the corpse of the man who was staring at him blankly. Espio's voice came from far away:

"Continue."

"How can we form an idea? According to the autopsy results, fatal blows were in the chest. I agree with Hamilton's dynamics; the victim was first knocked unconscious and then finished on the ground. The number of blows is much more than the purpose of killing, which indicates that the killer was ecstatic. Just minutes after his death, the victim was carried to the middle of the hall. Inserting the envelope opener into the body was the final act." He stared at his hands, hardly glaring, his voice light as if he was reading it all from a book.

"How can you be so sure that there was a certain amount of time between the fatal blow and that hideous final move?"

Tails didn't answer right away, his voice cold and soulless as he spoke:

"As a result of the autopsy, the envelope opener was pushed inwards after being inserted very carefully into the victim. In order to behave in this way, the murderer must have come out of his state of insanity at the time of the murder. And to get out of that mood, I assure you, a few seconds is not enough."

Again there was silence.

Tails spoke again:

"In fact, we can talk about two stages: We can define the first as aggressive or it would be more correct to say compulsive, which is the stage where the murder takes place; In the second stage, which is called characteristic, the killer plays the last scene we find. The first phase probably lasts no more than a minute, the killer compulsively,. i.e. in a state of frenzy: they attack the victim and can't stop hitting him even after the victim is dead, blood splatters all over the place and probably continues until they can. In the second stage, this frenzy passes, the killer is very calm. They use all the time they need to prepare the body when it will be found... They drag him to the middle of the hall, the stage, puts his hands on his chest and inserts the envelope opener into his body."

"You mean to tell me we're dealing with typical sexual sadism, the first act of a serial killer?"

"No, I didn't say that. It's true that it looks that way at first glance, but from my point of view there are a lot of inconsistencies."

After Tails said that, he paused to put his thoughts in order.

Espio waits calmly for him to speak, giving him time to put his thoughts in order.

"Let's start with the following, but let's not forget that we can't talk about the existence of a serial killer with a single crime committed: Our victim is not a suitable candidate for a typical sadistic murder. In such murders, people who lead irregular and disapproving lives, are in mixed environments, and go to socially not very elite places, where often chance encounters take place, are the targets. So to sum it up in one sentence, they're the opposite type of Logan's lifestyle."

Tails paused, calling the victim by his name, that should never happen again, never.

"I agree, but that doesn't mean anything... Anything can always happen, no matter how impossible it may seem."

"Yes, of course, that's just statistics and doesn't prove anything, but what I want to underline is how unlikely this man is to have been the victim of a sadistic murder."

"But we still don't know much about him, maybe he was living a double life."

Tails spoke in an icy voice:

"I know him much better than you think. I've seen his house."

Espio wanted to answer, but when he saw Tails' gaze, he gave up. "Well, okay, not a standard victim for serial killers... What else?"

"There are two other inconsistencies that confuse me: one in the compulsive stage and the other in the characteristic stage. Let's start with the last one, can you tell me how the killer positioned the victim's body?"

"Come on, Tails, let's not deal with riddles, here we have the photo."

"Look carefully at the hands. They are joined on the chest, just as they are done before a body is buried. 'Rest in peace...' That's what the hands tied on the chest mean... It's not uncommon. Serial killers who get hit have a strong sense of inadequacy towards the opposite sex, are often at a very low social level, and that can be added to by exclusion; if they have a job, they are not in a high-responsibility status or are not rewarded for their hard work..."

"Are we always going to move forward with statistics and theory?"

"Statistics, of course... Theory emerges from data from analysis and emerges secondarily. Let me finish my reasoning: This kind of psychological typology in crime is actually revenge for the murderer, giving them satisfaction and power that they could never find. During the murder, there is a complex set of behaviors: compulsive behavior is only part of the work, there is also a preparatory stage in which the plans and fantasies about the victim are fictionalized, and the characteristic stage, which emerges as a ritual immediately after the murder, where the murderer sends a message to the people who will find the victim. It almost always underlines the contempt of the victim's body and demonstrates their ability to manage: the clothes are torn, the face destroyed... In some rare cases, after it's all over, the murderer fixes and dresses the corpse to excuse their actions and show a kind of remorse, and sometimes clean the blood and cover it up to hide."

After a pause, Tails continued, "Now let's go back to our situation and see how the murderer treated the victim. Let me ask you this: The joined hands on the chest don't fit the whole picture for the characteristic phase, do they?"

"Yes, the envelope opener too..."

"Not only that, they carried the body to the center of the hall, the stage, to shout their presence. Then the eyes, look into the victim's eyes..."

"Explain."

"That has nothing to do with the 'rest in peace' message, as are the clothes that were left torn on the corpse. In short, it all seems like contempt and revenge. Then why are the hands crossed like that on the chest? No, no, There's something I don't understand."

"They may have done it as a final act, an unexpected and sudden scrap of pity before they left."

"No, I don't think so, no... But there is another discrepancy at the characteristic stage. I'm sure that caught your attention as well. It's about the crime weapon..."

"Envelope opener."

"It was one of the household items, so our hypothetical serial killer didn't bring their crime tool with them, the crime tool on which they would perform their gruesome ritual." Tails continued after a pause. "So they didn't come prepared to kill."

There was silence again.

"It may be thought that for some unforeseen reason they were enraged and thrown into a sudden fit of rage and acted without a pre-planned plan, but then we can't really talk about a serial killer."

"In short, you don't think we're dealing with the first work of a serial killer."

"No, I don't believe it. The behavior of the victim and the murderer is not appropriate for this type of crime."

"So where do you attribute this event?"

"We started from the end: Because of the envelope opener, how the corpse was left... But we forget one thing: we deal with the last scene and the dynamics of the crime right after the murder without thinking about what happened. Try to evaluate it that way."

"The murderer got in without any coercion, the most probable thing is that Logan opened the door for her himself. The murder took place far from the entrance, the victim was knocked unconscious by a bottle of cognac..."

"Okay, that's my thesis, but I'm highlighting, it's just a thesis: The victim knows the murderer well enough to take them home late at night, the two of them talk a little, they probably argue and fight... Then everything turns out differently than expected and the killer goes to the man with the first thing she can get her hands on, with a bottle. At that moment, the man is frightened and trying to escape from this madness. What the murderer fell into is truly insane. She sees the envelope opener and takes it, at that moment all she want is to kill, to destroy that life, that's all she wants at that moment.. And so, blow after blow comes one after another..."

Tails' features tensed, and a few quiet moments passed before he spoke again.

"Now it's all over, and only now, realizing what she did, the murderer begins to think. Maybe she cursed herself for the two lives they had destroyed in an outburst of anger in the first moments, the life of James Logan and her own destroyed... She thought she would be caught: she knew the victim, she had a reason that would soon emerge, she had no alternative but to spend her future in prison. Unless she is able to divert the investigation... Unless she can convince that it's actually something else, that she doesn't know the victim's killer. Then what could be more appropriate than making it look like a serial killer? That's how she prepared the scene we see, just like she followed the steps of the murderer in a crime novel or movie. But at that moment she had a very strong sense of remorse, and she unwittingly showed it by clasping the victim's hands on his chest."

"Then you think this is how the crime was committed..."

Tails suddenly interrupted him:

"Tell me, Espio, in which of the crimes where the victim and the murderer know each other, do we foresee a frenzy that will end with such violence and that the murderer suddenly feels remorse towards the victim?"

"Love Murders..."

"Good, my inference is that the overall picture overlaps with a natural love murder. So the murderer should be sought among current or ex-lovers and possible new suitors."

Espio nodded silently with his eyes down on his desk, and when he looked up, Tails saw that sly light in his eyes again.

"Did you see the news this morning?"

"No, I didn't have time."

He pushed the daily newspaper on the table toward Tails.

"Check the city news."

; NIGHT ELECTRICITY FAILURE ;

About two-thirds of the city was without electricity for more than two hours, due to a malfunction in the complex system of the main electricity transformer at around twenty-two tonight. The eastern and southern districts remained in darkness. All of a sudden, the televisions were turned off, the elevators were locked, the refrigerators and freezers stopped, just as the traffic lights and warning signs on the roads went out. The inconvenience of the people of the city-

Tails looked at Espio with questioning eyes without reading the rest of the story. "Is there a power outage in the neighborhood where the victim's home is located?" He asked. Espio nodded and added:

"For those two hours, a woman was trapped in the elevator. To be more specific, the person staying in the elevator is Logan's current girlfriend."

Tails huffed. Like a novel, he thought. He was about to ask a question before he paused as Espio's phone started to ring, he grumbled and closed the call.

"As for the reason why I made you explain first is that I wanted to know what thoughts you had without being influenced. Here's the short story: We got the report of Logan's murder around midnight. The caller was Chloe Marshall, the victim's girlfriend. She went there to visit the victim but was stuck in the elevator because of the power outage. Two hours later, when the electricity came back, she finally went to her boyfriend's house, but got no answer from inside. After a few seconds, she realized that the door was open and went inside and encountered Logan's lifeless body. She went down the elevator again and started waiting for us at the entrance of the apartment."

"Hmm..."

"There are some parts of this story that are not clear. No one in the apartment noticed that someone was left in the elevator and did not hear the calls for help that Chloe stated. We did a rehearsal inside the elevator cabin with all the doors of the houses closed; we also noticed that the television, radio and stereos would not work due to the power outage. Considering that, you can definitely hear someone staying in the elevator from the nearby apartments." Espio paused for a few seconds, as if to underline what he was trying to imply. "Coming to Logan. He opened the apartment door because his lover had rang the bell downstairs. So he knew that she was going up the elevator, and at that moment the electricity went out. There can only be one explanation for him not rushing to his lover's aid..."

"He was killed at that very moment."

"And that matches the exact time of murder given by the pathologist, but..."

"But then it will be assumed that the crime, or at least the next scene, was made during the blackout, in the dark."

"Well done, that's right! Newspapers might call it murder by candlelight." Espio brought the newspaper, which still had the city news on, closer to him and continued his speech, pointing to the news:

"According to the autopsy results, Logan's death may have occurred a few minutes before the power outage."

After a moment of musing, Tails asked, "Any traces of blood found in the elevator cabin?"

"Of course, as much as Chloe's clothes. She said she got it on while trying to sober him up."

Tails seemed to have given up on asking further questions, getting up and heading for the only large window in the room. There were few parked cars in the courtyard, it was a cloudless day, and the sun, already raised, radiated warmth through the glass but not enough to heat it. Continuing to look outside, he spoke:

"I see, I think you have very few questions about what happened in that apartment."

Espio took a deep breath and began to describe his plot:

"Chloe went to see her lover, they started fighting almost immediately, maybe the man was intent on leaving her, maybe there was another girl involved in... The woman was lost, the man realized the danger and tried to escape this moment of madness, but Chloe followed him and hit him on the head with a bottle, a second later she was on top of him. The envelope opener was somewhere near her, she picked it up and... It all happened in a few seconds. Like you said, it probably took a few minutes before Chloe realized what she had done. The realization that she had destroyed her and Logan's life came crashing down on her, all in a flash of rage. No, that wasn't true, she couldn't let that happen. How could she get out of this? She knew that she would be the first to be suspected, she had to mislead the investigation, and she needed to buy time to devise an escape plan in case things got worse. No one knew she was going to Logan that night, and she hadn't met anyone in the apartment on her way up... And now comes the riskiest part: She had to leave the apartment without being seen by anyone, with Logan's blood still warm on her clothes. The best course of action in these situations is to wait until late at night, but what if someone comes to visit the man or a friend calls and gets alarmed when he can't find anyone at home? Besides, she wanted to leave as soon as possible so as not to see the man's body. Fear was her only companion at that moment. She decided to take the risk, after all, there wouldn't be many people on the street at that hour. Deciding that it was more risky to go down the stairs, she took the elevator and while she was in the cabin, there was a power cut... This must be what they call destiny! Now she was in the dark and in all her agony shut in the elevator cabin, the electricity wouldn't come back on for several minutes after a slow succession, and with every passing minute, the odds were that someone would come and find her there raising, maybe it would be the police, and she still had the victim's blood on her. The whole time seemed like an eternity to her, sometimes she was afraid of going crazy, sometimes she thought that someone finding her was her salvation and that she desired it. Two whole hours passed before the electricity came back on, and the cabin suddenly lit up. It took Chloe a few seconds to get used to the light, and when she looked at her watch and saw that two hours had passed she couldn't believe it, she felt as if she had come from another distant and dreary dimension. She tried to keep her mind open, she had to think, and quickly... What was she going to do now? Should she have followed the initial plan and gone down? But what if there is someone at the entrance to the apartment? The power outage that lasted for such a long time was not an ordinary event, there could be enthusiasts coming down from the neighbors to prevent malicious people and protect their shops... It was also natural that after staying in the elevator for a long time, it left traces that would reveal herself. She needed to be there and find something to justify the blood on her. Maybe being locked in the elevator would help her with that. She made up her mind: she pressed the button that would take her to Logan's floor. Maybe she hesitated a bit before leaving the cabin, maybe the floor was swarming with police... But no one was there! There was only silence and the hum of the neon lights. She entered the apartment, Logan's body as cold as the floor, everything was the way as she had left it. After making a few movements as if trying to sober him up, she called the police and asked for help, speaking in an uneasy tone. There was nothing she could do but go downstairs and wait for the cops. Now she had a justification for everything: being there two hours after the crime was committed, traces of blood on her clothes and in the elevator..."

After Espio had completed the plot, he silently waited for Tails to turn to him and give him a reply. Tails' lips curved upwards as he stared at his reflection. He turned to him, letting Espio see his straight face.

"Yeah, what do you think now?"

"Reasonable," said Tails, and continued. "I'd say it's very possible indeed."

"It fits perfectly with your implications."

"Oh yes, my deductions... You've already done yours, what did you need my opinion on for? You were sure not to narrow the scope of the investigation."

Espio opened his arms wide.

"We still don't have conclusive evidence, and it won't be easy to find them with this story that Chloe has created. In short, it's a familiar story, we know what it is, but we only have clues to reach it. If she doesn't confess, it will be an accidental case, in which trial the opinion of a qualified person like yours will be important."

"Do you think she'll confess?"

"It's going to be difficult and I can't keep her in custody for long, it won't be long before lawyers join the dance and that's when we have to forget the confession. We pushed her all night last night, and this morning I attempted to question her myself."

Espio pulled a remote control from one of the drawers and pointed it at the TV.

"This is the recording we made, let me introduce you to Miss Chloe Marshall."

The video started to flow. Footage taken from below with a hidden camera showed a woman sitting at a desk, the image quality was pretty good. The woman was about twenty-five and wore a police overalls; her clothes must have been sent to forensics, thought Tails. Behind the traces of fatigue, it was obvious that she was a well-groomed woman who cared about her appearance.

Tails unconsciously leaned forward slightly with a serious look. Espio had seen him in this position many times, as if every muscle in his body was trying to keep his front head afloat.

Chloe sat silently with her dim eyes staring into space.

"She's still alone in these moments, and now I'm going in," Espio stated.

A shadow passed in front of the camera for a moment, then Tails heard Espio's gentle voice questioning her.

Tails sighed, already guessing what happened, "She didn't confess."

Espio raised a brow, "Do you want to talk to her too?"

Tails shook his head confidently, "As an expert, I said this murder was caused by love... So who did we find at the murder scene? The victim's lover, who is waiting for us with her clothes stained with blood, tells us the story that most haunts us in such cases, namely the lie that she arrived at the scene after the murder was committed. Also, no one knows that she will meet the victim, she takes a taxi to the scene and gets off in a very far place. Something opposite to what everyone would do. She doesn't drive there like a normal person does and park under his house. She didn't want anyone to see her, that's obvious."

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Espio interrupted Tails, it was no use discussing anymore.

Tails shrugged, "You're investigating, I'm a criminal behavior adviser, and my job is done."

"Good for you" Espio sighed heavily and put on a forced smile. "You know very well how much I value your opinion." Having said this, he stood up and turned around to his desk, "If we both don't have any doubts. Then I am dropping this case."

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"Welcome to Kat's cafe. How can I help you?" You sighed as the next customer started to stare at the board in deep thoughts.

Your permanent smile falters a little bit. You are already bored out of your mind. Thank god that your working hours will end in a few hours, before someone else takes your place.

Your perk up as the customer finally decided on what he wants.

"I think I want--" his words abruptly stopped by a shout.

That belongs to none other than Kiera, of course. Is she serious?! What is she doing here?! Randomly barging into the place in the middle of the day?! Why can't she be like a sane normal person for once?

She sprint toward your way, slamming her hands on the counter, "Y/n!! When does your shift end?"

"uh... In about three more hours?-"

"Great! Let's go!"

She grabs your arm and immediately leaves the building, tugging you along as you shout and protest, while all the customers are left staring behind them.

You frantically squirm around her hold, asking what the hell she's doing.

As you finally free your arm from her iron grip, you start questioning her for real, "What are you on about? What's going on???"

As you see Kiera grin ear to ear you start to feel regret asking that.

She explains casually, "We are going on a hunt for pretty outfits~"

"Huh? For what?" You were really confused.

"I bought some concert tickets for you my friend~ I'm bringing you along. So, hurry up! If we need to look our best we need to start picking clothes now!" And she continues dragging you.

"Wait, wait, wait!" You shouted for her but she doesn't seem to hear it.

She continues to drag you towards her car, "Get in I'm stealing you."

You huffed, "No, you can't. And you can't just come and drag me out of my work! What if they fire me?!"

She rolled her eyes, "Forget about that job already. It's useless. You already have a proper job, and should I add? One that pays really well. Why work in this junk place?"

"Because, that job feels like a vacation for my sanity! It makes me feel like I'm a normal person like everyone else for once! Look, I'm not complaining. I love my job! I'm happy being a psychiatrist but it's sometimes getting to a degree that mentally tires me from dealing with people that have big issues. I need my own vacation. Which I can't have because they need me all the time. So, this is the best option I have!"

Kiera surrendered, "Alright alright! I hate it when you dump it all on me. Don't worry about them firing you. We can always find someplace else. Now, let's finish this." She cracks her knuckles and gets inside her car.

You groaned, "Can't believe I'm following you again..." you sighed and got yourself comfortable in the next seat. Crossing your arms, "Hopefully this can be the end of your reckless attitudes."

Kiera pushes her sunglasses over her eyes and smirks starting the engine of her sports car, "Can't promise~" She stepped on the gas full speed.

You yelped holding to your safety belt for dear life.

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Tails gently grabbed EsPio's arm before he couLd leave the room, "I want to talk to you about something elsE."

Espio pAused and glanced at him, "I'm liStening."

"You seeE... I've proven my sturdiness and ability by helping you to solve these kinds of cases for a while now."

"Your point?"

Tails paused but took a sharp breath, "I don't just want to stay as a consultant on criminal behavior, I want to help you more deeply and closely."

Espio looked confused, "But I thought you didn't wanted to dive too deep into these anymore–"

Sonic barged in the room.

"Oi! Es! Dude! Howzit goin'?"

Espio stared at him.

Tails pinched the bridge of his nose, "-Along with him too... sorry"

Espio glanced at Tails as he rubbed his face, exhausted.

Without letting anyone speak Sonic let himself comfortable in a chair.

Espio wasn't amused at all, "I'm not leaving this case to you... ever. Period."

"Aww, come on, Es! We're friends!"

"That doesn't mean I'm going to let you have it just like that!"

"Hey, remember the times we fought alongside Eggman? I'm the hero of Mobius! I saved everyone countless times! I can do this myself also!... and with Tails' help. We can be an unstoppable team solving mysteries and finding murderers!!! Just imagine! We can even predict when it can happen and with my speed and Tails' brain we can stop anyone getting murdered further!"

"Stop dreaming. That does not prove anything. You can't just promise something about that! Yes, you are good in combat and such but Eggman era... was in the past. And in this job... we do not allow any reckless actions."

"That's nonsense! Now you're judging me for the mistakes I've done when I was a kid! I'm not 15 anymore. Besides I always ended up fixing everything didn't I? I am your best option. I am fast. I can help. And I will not sit and wait for more murders to happen." Sonic protest.

Espio grumbled towards Tails, "I should have understood from the beginning of this topic that he had a hand in this. You're more than content to handle such things from afar."

Tails only shrugged in answer. As Sonic nudges his side to remind him to help him out. Tails quickly straightened his position with an uncomfortable face.

Tails quickly apologized, "Ah, sorry..." He cleared his throat, trying to get himself together for the talk.

"I think you should let us talk to Vector about this, Espio. He would agree with us."

"Really? That's all you're going to say, Tails? I thought you're gonna back me up with a smarter idea!"

Espio interrupted, "It doesn't matter if Vector agrees. I'm talking about rules that are universally involved."

Tails muttered, "I tHought Vector had unquestionable rules?"

Tails nErvously sipped his cold coffee under Sonic's intense glare.

Espio sighed heaviLy, "If you guys' argument is finished I need many important things to attend to."

Sonic called after him, "Wait!!! EsPio listen! Please. Look, the death toll is increasing day by day. I'm aware of that too, and I swear I'm not meant to be a slacker or a joke. All I want to do is save lives, help. Like we used to... I can't just sit at home and listen to the rising death toll I've hear every minute on news. I can't do it anymore. I can't just sit at home when I can help, okay? Give me a chance. Please. At least think about it... You're my only option."

Espio halted. He took a deep breath and turned to Sonic about to give a comment until someone burst into the room panting. Their focus turned to her.

Espio grumbled to himself, "Does anyone know how to knock these days?"

Light mutters out a 'sorry' nervously, "I just received a call from someone, talking about finding another victim!"

Tails muttered, "That puts the lid on it..."

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charmixpower · 1 year ago

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@shiningclown69 I just realized I never made a post about any post s1 Briven things??? Crime on my part, truly

Season 2 Briven let's fucking goooooo!!!!

After the Battle of Magix Brandon is very reluctant to leave Riven after the whole jumping off of a building after learning his first real relationship was a lie with extenuating monster circumstances, and the hatred and resentment Brandon KNOWS most of the other specialists are feeling after seeing Riven and Darcy but he literally has to go because of his job but he is NOT happy about it

Erendor bitching about Riven being a terrible influence on Sky and Brandon smiling and nodding while trying not to strangle him

Riven stays on Magix after the battle, primarily because there would be nothing worse than talking to his family after all of that, and Brandon sends him good morning texts even though they're in different planetary timezones

Riven: *having the worst dissociative episode of his life*

Brandon: Goodnight on Magix <3

Riven: I guess life is worth living

I think Brandon would be an amazing texter, he talks about his day, responds regularly and consistently, and that also makes the Darcy reveal easier on Riven

Musa is all up in their business like you cannot imagine. Musa only goes home to Melody for a little bit during the summer before going back to Alfea (she managed to convince her dad it's cheaper and she can get some community service) and whenever she sees Riven she's all like "ooooo what did Brandon send you??" Like at least a solid half of Riven's texts back to Brandon are co written by Musa and it's so obvious neither of them know what their doing

It's okay tho bc Brandon thinks it's adorable and is so happy that Riven is making friends that aren't him. Like half way though summer he starts including things for Musa because he's well aware she's reading all of their texts

Eventually Helia comes back to RF and accidentally runs into Musa who has Riven with her and they chat a bit. Like they're not close and neither Musa or Riven think to mention it to Brandon but Helia has already decided when school starts again he's going to personally protect Riven from anyone who tries to bully him

I can't believe that Brandon is Sky's only body guard in their age group, like if Eraklyon has child soldiers there's probably more than one, so Adrian is trying to figure out who the fuck Brandon is texting and why Sky is bitching about it and Brandon is making a game out of playing keep away

Please note that this entire time Sky is like "dear god Brandon out of everyone on Magix, why him????". Poor guy is like pre exhausted of this entire situation. He's happy for Brandon he promises, but also he's dying. "Why him? Why that one? You could date anyone who likes men and you picked that one. Brandon why?" He is not doing good

When school starts again Riven is all like "hi...<3?" And Brandon thinks it's cute that is ALL

Then Helia and Brandon mert and make eye contact with each other from across the room

Helia: Well Riven doesn't have parents that I respect so you have to impress me and Saladin instead

Musa: me too

Helia: Musa too

Brandon: you literally only met Riven over the summer

Helia: irrelevant, what are your intentions with my son

Brandon: I appreciate that someone is looking out for Riven but MOVE

This gets worse after Helia and Flora start dating, what are your intentions with their son?? Sky is having an aneurysm in the other room. It's fine, everything is fine

Bonus points is Stella giving Riven shovel talk both before they break for summer and after they get back just to make sure it sinks in, no one knows she did this because Riven is too scared of her to snitch. I just need to let you know it happened

Brandon's coworkers also take a looksie at Riven but they're trained spys so it's more stalking over shovel talk. Riven brushes it off as him being paranoid but Brandon definitely notices and gently tells them off. Normal child soldier behavior over here

Sky wants to give the shovel talk but Brandon looks at him with the neutral look of displeasure whenever he even mentions it

(Riven is kinda in tears about how much Musa, Helia, and Flora care about him. He just got something in his eye, it's okay, everything is okay)

Brandon and Riven cuddle after the news of the Trix breaking out of light rock hits the news and it's cute

Riven watching Sky and Brandon go off on a mission to infiltrate a devil bird's lair without magic to fall back on: this is fine, I'm fine, I'm not sick with worry at all

Riven was brooding in the Winx's dorm without Musa so I'm just assuming Flora let him in, she makes him tea while he worries about Brandon. Musa eventually joins bc the cute girl she just met is already going on another dangerous mission and what the fuck!!!

Brandon doesn't mention the Amentia nonsense to Riven aside from "I was kidnapped into a arranged marriage.", Riven ends up hearing about it from Chatta

Riven: if you ever wanna go back to fight her I'm always down

Brandon: aw that is so sweet of you <3, I would rather die than see that woman again

Riven: understandable have a nice day

Brandon tells Riven about the stupid shit Sky is getting up to and they BOTH rag on Sky for being in the tree and being creepy, getting Timmy and Helia to join in, but unfortunately for Brandon, Riven strongly agrees that Avalon is so fucking creepy

On one hand Riven and Sky are holding a civil conversation, on the other hand its because they're planning a murder of the new Alfea teacher

Brandon watching Helia and Flora talk knowing he's gonna have to deal with MORE people meddling in his relationship: (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Riven watching Brandon flirt back with everyone who flirts with him: don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous don't be jealous

Brandon tones it down bc he knows his bf is insecure but he physically cannot stop the manwhore behavior, it's an important part of him

Riven getting freaked out bc he's SO sure he can sense Darcy and no one believing him except the squad while they drag him to Saladin to warn him

People are kinda pissed that Sky and Riven shucked the match at first and Brandon bodily shoves them out of his way godbless

When Timmy goes to Brandon for relationship advice Riven is there and asks Musa for advice on Timmy's behalf, and it's STILL horrible. Sorry there is not a single brain cell between them Timmy you are not getting any help with your love life

Flora: anyways now Tecna is on the Avalon is evil train and we think she has a point

Riven: VINDICATION. I'll text Sky

Brandon, who took the phone out of Riven's hand: I understand what your all talking about, but please make a real plan. don't just rush in and attack him

Flora, watching Tecna rush in and attack him: too late

Brandon's time with his boyfriend keeps getting interrupted by Sky bitching to Riven about Avalon, he's almost impressed with Sky's inability to read the room

Riven doesn't try to set Musa up with Jared bc she has a thing for Aisha, but does accidentally talk her up to Jared in a way that sounds like it and doesn't realize until Brandon tells him how Jared is likely gonna take it and Riven immediately starts sending Musa apology texts

Musa and Aisha get together and Riven spends an hour trying to figure out what the fuck Musa's texts mean

Riven is not pouting that his best friend's girlfriend dislikes his boyfriend, he is not bothered by that at all, he is a bastion of composure (it makes him just a little sad)

Brandon watching the mess that is Sky trying to introduce Bloom to his parents and Erendor and Samara intentionally letting Diaspro stay kidnapped to make Sky save her: I am so never even breathing a word about my boyfriend in this palace

Riven getting two texts at 3am. One from Musa with a selfie of her beaten up with the caption "kicked Stormy's ass let's go!!!" And one from Flora asking Riven if Brandon ever mentioned his time being held hostage. He wakes up so fucking fast

Riven cheering for Brandon and his fire stick dance, like that's my boyfriend everyone clap or die

Brandon in the back after his part in the talent show getting a bunch of videos of Musa and Stella singing: <3

Brandon when the texts suddenly stop: ???? Everything good?

Riven: sorry, Stormy's gone now

Brandon: ?????Stormy??????

Riven: *sends another video of Musa, now singing in her magic form*

Brandon watching Riven forcefully stop himself from being insane and competitive with Sky to board next to Brandon. It only lasts like a few minutes

They all go camping!!! Fun times in the wilderness and by that I mean Sky is physically sitting in-between them because they won't stop flirting and it's getting on his nerves, they are banned from sharing a tent. Riven isn't super huge on pda but Brandon is. I would say everyone is sick of them but Stella and Bloom haven't stopped making out since they got here so

Listen Riven literally specializes in wilderness survival, it's literally his consecration. Watching his boyfriend get excited about plants with Flora is CUTE and Brandon will not apologize for kissing his boyfriend when he's cute

Riven gets really cagey about running off and Musa is like "what's wrong?" And he lashes out :(, Brandon and her have a little chat about him and then Riven comes back like "THE TRIX ARE HERE EVERYONE PANIC!!!"

Their conversation is different bc they've almost swapped roles but I think Musa and Brandon making eye contact whenever Riven does something™ is really funny and good

When Helia shows up in the ship he and Brandon look at each other and Brandon just knows Helia is trying to figure out what is the funniest joke to make about the situation, and then the "me too!" Thing happens and Brandon will NEVER let him live it down

Riven sacrificing himself for Musa still happens, they are besties, and Brandon literally can't move during this so that's fun for him (it's literally only his training that keeps him from panicking out his fucking mind)

Musa, Brandon, Flora, and Helia all in a cuddle pile in a hospital room watching Riven's heart monitor

Of course there's a cute reunion and kiss when Riven wakes up and also "never do that dumb shit again, your not allowed to get hurt next year I need a break from being worried if your going to make it or not" and Riven is like (⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠)

Brandon is dragged back to Eraklyon and he's even more mad about it this time

Riven texts more often bc he misses Brandon so much, and Brandon sends gifts IF YOU EVEN CARE

That's my thoughts on s2 Briven, tune in next time for s3 Briven where I try not to get distracted by Stella instead of Musa and Flora like this time XD

#winx club #reblog #winx riven #winx brandon #winx sky #winx musa #winx helia #winx flora #winx headcanons #Rus Chatters #briven

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