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nymphea0 · 7 months ago

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Monsters and His Love

Oneshot Story

Yan! Leon winston x reader

Warning : Mentions Of smoke, Force power, light mature scene, Torture scene, Bloods, Cropse body.

Be careful with what you read, minors are prohibited from reading this.

Manhwa : Try Begging

: Adult Manhwa (19+)

Author: Libenia | 리베냐

Artist: ABYSS

Word Count : 2,9K Word.

Hallo.. is neva agains, hope your days fine and good, so soon i will update some long story in Quotev, i will share the links if the story was half done made, so keep wait love🦋🦋.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, love.- Neva🦋🦋

Captain Leon Winston, a vulgar monster clothed in the skin of a stoic and elegant noble. He was a pathetic bastard who only raged at the smell of blood from the torture chamber.

Leon, has been through many things in his life, starting from the death of his father, to a spy who doubles as his maid, Sally Bristol or her real name is Grace Riddle.

Everything that Leon goes through must always be with Grace. Leon will probably always talk about, Sally this and Sally that.

You, you are the daughter of Marquess Von Alderve from the Alvonseh family, the Alderve region.

The Marquis family and the Count family have had a relationship for a long time, Closeness like friends.

From the results of that relationship, it spread to the present, You and Leon.

You and Leon are childhood friends until now, You went through hard times together, But all that changed when you accidentally saw Leon kissing a little girl at a summer resort, having eyes between blue and green, so contrasting, Turquoise eyes, even Leon shared the ice cream he bought especially for the girl.

Since that little incident when you were little, you were not as close as before with Leon.

You could not possibly forget that girl, until you met her again, who doubled as Leon's maid.

Leon did many things, since he was a captain, and a noble, there were many things he could do, but all of that only ended with him covered in blood in the torture room from the victims or Leon called it a wild rat or something from the lower class.

'Puk'

You put down the newspaper you were reading, again... the issue of the nobility and the revolutionary army faction.

Drinking tea disinterestedly, you looked out the window of your room, now you have entered the mature age of 21 years.

Even Leon was engaged to the grand duke's daughter, Rosalind, though you weren't sure if he even cared about the relationship, since he was so obsessed with Sally or... his enemy's spy.

'Tak'

Damn!, you knew right away whose shoes and footsteps were those!, Leon!.

The man you least wanted to meet!.

Your relationship wasn't as close as it used to be, yes when you were still children, you fell in love with him, with Leon, a normal, sweet boy, but that changed from the incident at the summer resort, to the same girl you saw at the resort doubled as Leon's maid.

You saw more and more that there was no chance there, even when you saw how unenthusiastic Leon was with his fiancée, Rosalind.

So since you were 11 years old, you had made the right decision not to get close and fall in love with Leon.

"What were you thinking that seriously?"

A deep baritone voice right beside you, you could even feel his warm breath on your ear and neck.

It must have always been like that, Leon since he was little, always like that, talking in your ear or just an inch of your face.

"No, just thinking about hospital matters nothing more"

Leon looked at you from the side, you were beautiful, very beautiful in Leon's eyes, your bright purple eyes, hair as dark as night, really made him want to do bad things to you.

No, not now, not yet.

Sitting right in front of you, taking the glass of tea you were drinking, he drank it as if it was no big deal.

You just stared at him uncertainly, but you let him.

Only Leon was a stranger who could easily enter and exit your room, well it's always been like that since long ago.

"Why don't you want to join me? It'll be safer if you're beside me, you know that right?"

His arms were crossed, looking at you, with his usual look, his hair that was always neatly arranged really showed a captain and a noble.

"I'm not interested in joining the noble faction or even the revolutionary faction, both have a greater impact than profit"

Looking towards the window, not wanting to look at the person in front of you.

"You know that-"

You cut off Leon who hadn't finished speaking.

"I might as well get married soon, since father died, mother insisted on marrying me to one of the nobles"

You didn't see Leon's expression, thinking he was just giving a disinterested reaction, too bad, Leon's expression was the expression when he found out that his maid Sally Bristol was a spy, Grace Riddle or the expression when he was betrayed.

Betrayed and in pain!.

"Do you accept it?"

His tone wasn't as friendly as before.

"I'm still thinking about it, I don't think it's a bad idea"

Leon looked at you who seemed, or very uninterested in interacting with him, since when were you like this?

Asking once again, Leon looked straight at your face.

"From which family?"

"Not really sure, but I think from the Earl noble family"

Earl nobles, Nobles with hereditary titles who still have the same blood as the royal family.

"Is that so..."

That was the last sentence before Leon go from your marquess residence.

"ARGGH!"

"Aakhh!!"

"Mercy! Help!!! Sorry! Capt-"

Blood splatters, and human bodies in the torture chamber.

Leon, covered in blood up and down his body.

Losing Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle might have had its own impact on him, but hearing you who was going to marry someone he didn't even know who it was... that was a different case.

His heart... hurt, it hurt so much when you said it without the slightest restraint!.

Walking up the stairs, Leon entered his study, sat down near his desk, slowly untied his tie, leaned his head on the chair.

Eyes gazing far away, Leon still remembered when you first met him, when you were both 8 years old.

Count Winston residence.

Leon, 8 years old.

His father was always excited when he talked about the marquess noble family.

There in front of the entrance, Leon saw, a man who was the same age as his father was chatting enthusiastically with his father, who Leon knew his father and the man or marquess had the same vision and mission about the order of this world.

That's where Leon saw, a little girl, beside the marquess man, had hair as dark as night, but her eyes were... amethyst eyes, unusual eyes.

"Leon come here"

His father bowed and introduced him to the girl in front of him.

Smiling very sweetly at him, Leon's heart beat fast.

From there, the two of you became close.

2 months, was the time when the marquess and count families met at the Summer resort, Leon talked a lot with you, full of enthusiasm, until when you asked permission to go to the bathroom, that's where Leon saw a girl, brown hair, and turquoise eyes, Leon was interested, he even shared his first kiss with the girl.

Strange, he felt he had lost something, but Leon didn't know what.

Since the resort, Leon felt you distanced yourself from him, distancing yourself and almost as if you didn't want to interact with him.

Exhaling, releasing smoke from his cigar.

Looking at the table, a framed photo of you and Leon, at the Belvelhera restaurant, 19 years old, you smiled so beautifully there, just passed the practical exam to enter internal medicine, unfortunately, the glass frame was stained with Leon's love fluid.

Emotions, passion, and possession, Leon reaped with many beats of his frustration.

You've driven him crazy! Even Grace lost to you!.

Leon thought Sally or Grace was so attractive because of her beautiful face and unique eyes, like you who are beautiful and unique.

Leon did many things to the woman, torturing her, forcing her and so on, but Leon did not cross the line to sleep with her, only biting her neck or kissing her lips, even though every time Leon did that, his heart ached.

Why did he just realize this? His junior always tenses when you look at him or just call his name, he thinks it's a normal reaction when the weather is hot.

Chuckling softly, Leon covers the glass photo frame with his black handkerchief grinning.

"Damn... what have you done to me... my lady"

2 weeks, is the time Leon didn't meet you, the reason is simple, Leon is afraid of losing control of himself, from before until now, when he sees Sally Bristol or Grace Riddle sweeping, cleaning the floor or doing maid work.

Why does he always think dirty things about you? Even though you're not by his side, seeing Sally as you.

Doing many dirty things, wanting to push you to your limits, begging or rebelling, which one will you choose... Leon really wants to know that.

Crazy huh, he's crazy, crazy about you, why can't he even realize quickly, from being tense, always thinking dirty things about you when someone like Sally/Grace or a woman who has unique eyes passes by him.

Leon stared at the pile of prisoners of revolution, bleeding, tortured.

And he even met Grace Riddle again, the woman tried to double as his maid again, well of course it was impossible

You are currently walking with the son of the Earl, this man is handsome, but unfortunately he honestly said that he has fallen in love with someone else.

Well you think his courage and honesty are commendable.

"do you like it?"

Vincent is the name of this man, holding a bouquet of roses, you just smile formally and nod at him.

"This is beautiful"

Too bad, you didn't see from across the street, in a 5-star elite restaurant, Leon was staring at you smiling beautifully by another man!.

Leon for 2 weeks spied on you with that country man, laughing smiling beautifully, holding the man's hand, Leon almost wanted to kill and torture the man!.

Too bad his frustration was vented when When he saw Grace Riddle, pulled her, and kissed her roughly on the lips, his brain mistook Grace for you.

Unfortunately, you accidentally passed them and found them kissing! Awkward! Of course, you and Vincent quickly left the restaurant room.

Damn! Damnit!! You saw him! You saw him kissing another woman!.

You must have considered him impure and dirty!!.

Leon spent his day and night in frustration.

Instead of getting closer when he tried to interact with you a lot, you actually moved further away from him!.

You even let that country bumpkin from the earl family kiss your cheeks!.

Enough! The problem with Grace Riddle is no longer there, so why should Leon hold back from seeing you with another man?

Leon Winston's residence.

Master bedroom.

In bed, fast asleep, a woman, both hands cuffed to each bedpost, naked, many kiss marks, and love fluids, puffy eyes, because of crying.

Leon, sitting on the sofa facing the bed, smoking his cigars, wearing only a shirt and long black pants.

His captain's jacket uniform has been forgotten on the floor.

He took your virginity, damn... you even took his virginity too.

See right? As Leon expected, you are perfect for each other, inseparable.

How evil you are to want to be separated from your true love.

Putting out his cigars, Leon, took a small black whip.

Walking slowly to the bed, his leather shoes made a very loud sound! You even woke up.

Staring at Leon in fear! You don't want to be slept with anymore! Your body hurts and you want to rest!.

Why is it like this? Leon kidnapped you, took you to a foreign country and married you by force!

Staring at Leon who was holding a long black object that looked like a whip, you shook your head.

"Leon!! Please... no more.. I don't want to"

Leon just grinned and wiped your tears slowly.

"Why cry my love? You will be safe because I am with you"

Kissing your forehead softly.

"You are for me, and I am for you, you are crazy for me, and I am crazy for you, my love"

Kissing your lips, devouring them with passion, and ownership.

"I want to keep making love to you my love, until you don't think about the world, but me"

On top of you, opening his shirt, his chest, arms and neck are full of scratches from your previous actions.

"Because my love, you are for me, and I am for you, we mean to be together"

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justiceiscalling · 4 months ago

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height headcannons

okay here are my height head canons for the batfam!

bruce: 6’0. he towers over all his kids except jason. he’s forever upset about this because on the rare occasion he hugs jason, his head is the one tucked under jason’s chin—not the other way around. sometimes though, jason hunches to please him. so jays head can be buried in his shoulder like old times.

dick: 5’10. he literally doesn’t care about his height, like it does not effect anything. sure, he’s annoyed jason is taller, but that’s because he knew small malnourished jason who wasn’t expected to be taller than 5’6, who always claimed to never care about height, who now puts things on the absolute highest shelf so dick will never be able to reach them. jason todd is a giant asshole. so overall dick doesn't care about his height except when jason's around. (he will scream and yell at him when jay hides stuff way too out of reach for him because 'wtf you're supposed to be the little brother, not me!')

barbara: when she was batgirl she was 5’7 now she’s a solid 5’9 when she’s standing up. she can’t stand (wheelchair) so jason doesn’t hide things high up from her often half because he’s an asshole but he’s not that much of an asshole. the other reason is because once, put a usb she was looking for super high up in the cave. he left to go grab a snack, laughing at her quietly as she glared. when he came back barbara had the usb some how. later he checked the camera but someone had cut the feed.

jason: when he first showed up as red hood he was 5’11 but he’s grown two inches. he’s 6’1 but his red hood boots make him 6’2. he loves that he towers over bruce just slightly. he also loves to put stuff really high up so none of his siblings can reach and then record them trying to grab it. whenever he’s having a bad day he pulls up a video of dick when jason had first started hugging stuff yelling at him because not only had he put it somewhere he couldn’t climb but he had also hidden all the chairs, forcing dick to go down to the cave and grab a chair. by the time dick came back with the chair, the object was sitting on the floor and jason was smiling evilly.

cass: 5’6. never really cared about her height. she finds it very useful to be short, as she’s overlooked. she can still beat jason up so, who cares? when jason puts stuff high up she just glares at him until he gives in. i forever believe jason and cass have beef so sometimes it takes a long time for him to give in, but cass is relentless.

stephanie: 5’11. when she was with tim, she was non stop teasing him. now that she’s taller than dick she’s also always teasing him. sometimes, when jason puts stuff really high up, stephanie wears her boots to give her an extra inch or so and then goes up to the other kids to patronize them.

tim: 5’8. he’s the shortest besides cass and he’s pissed about it—he’s not expected to grow at all. both of his parents were relatively short people. when jason hides shit he just glares at whatever it is that’s out of reach and then goes on with his day because he won’t give in to jason’s game. everytime jason sees tim glaring at whatever’s so high up, he bursts out in fits of laughter.

duke: 5’10. his parents were relatively tall people and when he first showed up to the batfam he was already at his full height. whenever jason hides stuff and it’s too far up (dick and duke are the same height) he has no shame in climbing on top of counters and shelves to reach things. alfred always tells him not to. once, he broke a really old bookshelf trying to reach a book jason had put on the top shelf that he needed for school. that started a war (and duke won).

damian: at first he was short. he came to gotham 4’11 with a sword that was half his height and the confidence of a 6’5 man. when he turned 11 he was 5’3 and the doctor said he wasn’t expected to grow anymore. bruce tells him it’s fine because he was short at that age too, which is only half a lie, bruce was shorter than he was now but never THAT short. but it’s fine, because you know who was also a short menace at the age of eleven? talia al ghul. course, damian doesn’t know this and he’s set to be short for the rest of his life. from 10 to 17 he grows a total of 2 inches. he never reaches for the stuff jason hides, if he sees it up there he either abandons the idea of grabbing it as a whole or sends duke to climb and grab it.

the summer after damian turns eighteen (whichever birthday you guys headcanon him to have. i always give him a january birthday, i know his birthdays technically august but there’s too many august birthdays in the batfam) he goes away for two months on a mission with his team (someone please ask me who i want on damian’s future team. please.) in space. when he returns he’s fucking 6’0. now, he can reach everything jason’s hiding, he hands them off to dick before he can throw his tantrum and tells duke to stop climbing the counters because he’s "got this.” sometimes duke still climbs the counters.

hope you enjoyed. i’m about to post a fic rec soon so stay tuned.

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rychlostthespacewizard · 9 months ago

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Alright so apparently you guys really liked my posts on quotes. So i'll do this again:

i collected more random quotes and now i have 265

Here are them, in no order. Feel free to comment which ones are your favorites:

1. "You are naught but a nail dreaming itself a hammer."

2. "Each inch of our lands are littered with the ruins of empires that dared to dream of eternity and deemed themselves endless. "

3. "You walk upon bones of those who thought they could tame the wild, and yet dare to repeat their sins?"

4. "I had only one thought before the slaughter. This man will not make an orphan of my daughter"

5. "Culture shouldn't exist only for those who can afford it"

6. "The path of revenge is not an honorable one but sometimes it is the only one beneath your feet"

7. "Act confounded and you'll become enlightened"

8. "Those who test boundaries find cliffs"

9. "Aftermath is the sum of poor calculation"

10. "Consequence favors the foolish"

11. "Consequence befriends the foolish"

12. "If you desire fire stroke the flame"

13. "The lack of restraint encourages fallout"

14. 'A reckless temperament perfectly tempts fate"

15. 'Incautious provocation bears unwanted education"

16. "Am I doing the right choice marrying her?" -"Each and every moment with her will be worth it tenfold"

17. "What troubles you, my hunter? Do you not hear the call of the hunt? Or do you wish to stir something more from the depths of this nightmare?"

18. "A chicken that follows a duck drowns."

19. "A dog bitten by a snake is even afraid of sausage."

20. "A sparrow that follows a clay builder becomes a bricklayer's helper."

21. "A scoundrel's hat is a sledgehammer."

22. "In the land of the one-legged, every kick is a trip."

23. "In the land of the fearful, every pillowcase is a ghost."

24. "Pretend to be a piglet to nurse lying down."

25. "A sleeping alligator becomes a lady's purse."

26. "A bird that eats stones knows the butt it has."

27. "He who eats quietly, eats always."

28. "A chicken that follows a bat sleeps upside down."

29. "More lost than an olive in a toothless mouth."

30. "More lost than an onion in a fruit salad."

31. "Velvet pants, bare butt."

32. "He who is afraid of snakes doesn't go into the woods."

33. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth."

34. "He who has no ears doesn't wear glasses."

35. "Palaces of silver and gold cannot be built overnight."

36. "I have the body of a pig"

37. "Lies? in your house of god?"

38. "Do not mistake my altruism with indifference. I shall not lay the wicked among the fair; the love of the gods is not unconditional, and neither is mine."

39. "The gods may judge you but their sins outnumber yours."

40. "The future is not written and it is foolish to squint at what cannot be read."

41. "Not all places exist to be found. Sometimes one must revel in the shadows to truly see the light."

42. "Did the man who first discovered fire consider the burned houses? Or did he simply sleep with a full stomach?"

43. "A falling knife has no handle"

44. "How does it feel? For i am the conclusion to your story, and you are but a page in my book."

45. "Don’t kill me. Please. I am scared." “You are?” "Yes. I am scared to not exist. Aren’t you?"

46. "I am a monument to all your sins."

47. "I’ll do whatever you want. Then Perish."

48. "To become a god is the loneliest achievement of all."

49. "I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."

50. "All knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?"

51. "Nobody likes to change. There will always be resistance to change. And the quicker you get to that, the easier it is. It's not such a difficult thing. If you entrench yourself and go, 'by the gods, I will not change. I will not have this.’ Then, you’re a dead man. We're great at adaptability. It's our strongest suit."

52. "You’ve got to make a statement. You’ve got to look inside yourself and say: 'what am I willing to put up with today?’"

53. "Whenever you look at another creator or an artist that you respect, you're only seeing what took them a long time of work and doubt to push through. You never see the struggle behind it. So you think you’re the only one struggling, when in fact, everyone goes through it."

54. "Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have."

55. "Pick a god and pray."

56. "I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."

57. "Dude, sucking at something is the first step towards being sort of good at something."

58. "There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t act childish at times."

59. "Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite... A lie will remain a lie."

60. "If you want me to die, just say so. "

61. "Then become the dirt I walk on."

62. "To feel sorrow is to deserve peace."

63. "Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters."

64. "You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and terrible army... and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child. But I am beyond strength."

65. "He has already begun painting the picture, now we must decide to finish it."

66. "When someone leaves your life those exits… are… not made equal. Some are beautiful, and poetic, and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair, but most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy."

67. "You kneel before my throne unaware it was built on lies."

68. "I never cared about justice, and I don't recall ever calling myself a hero, I have always only fought for the people I believe in."

69. "If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known."

70. "What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now."

71. "You cannot condemn those who build your throne."

72. "You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you."

73. "The gods have cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished."

74. "We might be in the history the gods abandoned."

75. "The antidote to despair is action."

76. "I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions."

77. "Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you’ve won."

78. "Sometimes life puts you in difficult circumstances you didn't choose, but being happy or unhappy is a choice you make, and I've chosen to make the best of things that I can."

79. "You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant, And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are, and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how, By being me."

80. "Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show."

81. "See, Sarah? We're not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we're just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesn't matter what we did in the past, or how we'll be remembered. The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together. Right, Sarah?"

82. "You know, it's funny... when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags."

83. "Sometimes, Life’s a Bitch and then you keep living."

84. "You do everything you can to make up for it, knowing that you’ll never succeed in getting rid of the guilt. You devote yourself to spending every second trying to do better despite the fact that it will never be enough. And you pray with every single good act you do that somehow, when your life is over, that you came close to making up for the wrong you committed."

85. "I will seize destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing."

86. "The sins of the ancient burn the souls of the ancestors."

87. "What brings me joy is… life. I think you can find joy anywhere, in life. I think it’s a conscious choice. I think you- you choose joy, in life. And no matter how bad things are, no matter how crummy, no matter how dark. You find joy. I find joy in whatever I do. I don’t always do things right, and I don’t always do things smart. But whatever I do, I find joy in it."

88. "I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough."

89. "I hear your questions constantly. They come to me in my dreams like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god."

90. "Your secrets are safe with my indifference."

91. "The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave."

92. "History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man."

93. "If the gods wanted you to live, they would not have created me."

94. "One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled."

95. "I can’t go to any of the hells. I’m all out of vacation days."

96. "You understand reality while everyone else is running around confused and angry and upset because they think reality is something happening to them rather than something they are making every moment with every thought."

97. "What are the heavens but places where your dreams can’t destroy you."

98. "You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."

99. "Authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from the threat of force."

100. "Love is not a decision, it is a feeling. It would be much easier if we could choose whom we loved, but much less magical."

101. "We do have a lot in common. The same earth, the same air, the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at what's the same instead of what's different... well who knows?"

102. "If I were not a holy woman I would beat you senseless."

103. "No cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it."

104. "The light inside me is broken, but I still work."

105. "Everything not saved will be lost."

106. "What is another sin to me? I don’t want to play a game where I can’t see the score."

107. "Nothing's set in stone, but set in a dirt road. If you roll your wagon in the same path too much it'll soon be the only path you can take without struggling."

108. "I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling bombarded and assaulted on all fronts, knowing not my enemy's name, nor his face, nor whether our battle is done."

109. "I've got good news. You see, there's no need to wonder where your god is, 'cause he's right here! And he's fresh out of mercy."

110. "The penance you pay for the way you behave is written as plain as the name on this grave."

111. "Some humans- just as some of us- are capable of unspeakable acts. But despite all the violence in your history, you have endured, built civilizations, constructed great wonders of technology to broaden your horizons and forge friendships across all manner of divides. I strongly believe that this is not some grand miracle... but merely your own deepest nature, struggling to express itself through the distrust and fear that thousands of years spent living on a harsh, unforgiving society have bred into you."

112. "We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back... you blinked."

113. "Before there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. And before there was nothing, there were monsters."

114. "If you feel like the dumbest person in the room, then you are in the right room."

115. "Love yourself to spite the world."

116. "I commend my soul to any god that can find it."

117. "If there can be no victory, then I will fight forever."

118. "Those who do not exist cannot suffer and are of no account to any viable ethics."

119. "No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

120. "Oh I believe in the gods, alright. I just don't believe those bastards deserve to be worshipped."

121. "“You ever wonder if this is Heaven now? You ever wonder if we're all just there now and we don't know it?” “I've thought about that. All of us have. There's a lot less people who go to church than there used to be, because that's what a lot of people think. But I don't think so. But I think about it. And I think, well, I can't be. Because I'm like you, I kinda look at the big long life ahead of me that stretches out forever and disappears. And I get scared. And I think, ‘This can't be Heaven if I'm getting scared, right?’ And then I think, ‘maybe I am in Heaven, and Heaven is scary.’” “...I know exactly what you mean.”"

122. "Stop expecting yourself to be immediately perfect at whatever you do. That’s what hard work was made for."

123. "I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering. And tonight I intend to make you very wise."

124. "From one maker of music to another, across all worlds, all times, no matter what you do or what you become: You are nothing less than beautiful."

125. "We all make mistakes. That’s what happens when you’re brave enough to make decisions."

126. "Shame is our currency in the economy of degeneracy. If you wanna be weird you gotta pay for it by feeling bad."

127. "Everything happens so much."

128. "Every humanoid has regrets, has things they'd like to go back and change. But I don't! 'cause I'm a bear."

129. "Do I drag my carcass to the mountaintop once more? Just to scream a warning that will go unheeded and unheard? Or do I end it?"

130. "There can be no bravery, without madness."

131. "Prolong this world's stasis or face the heart of its infection. I'd urge you to take that harder path, but what end may come, the decision rests with you."

132. "It's always important to remember that every day can be beautiful if you want it to be. Every day starts in the dark...and ends in the dark...but in the middle, there is light."

133. "Decay exists as an extant form of life."

134. "My point is that, if death is certain anyway, what’s the harm in trying to live a little longer? At the very worst, you’ll still end up dead like you wanted, but at best, you might actually be happy."

135. "If all I care about in life is the imprints I make in this world, then the most I’ll ever leave is a grave."

136. "If courage isn’t the absence of fear but doing the right thing regardless of it, maybe confidence isn’t the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it."

137. "For strange eons had come to pass, and death itself had indeed finally died, and that which the long dead would have called the real was strange, and the living lived only because of the benevolent grace of an eternal lie."

138. "Pay a man enough, and he’ll walk barefoot into The Nine Hells."

139. "The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice."

140. "He didn't have a word for "home," but he knew it was something to be defended."

141. "There’s a certain nobility in lying in bed all day wishing things weren’t the way they are."

142. "Everybody needs their own messiah, but at some point he's getting nailed up, and how you deal with that is a measure of your maturity."

143. "I wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make a god cry."

144. "The bar was so low it was practically an tripping hazard in The Abyss, yet here you are, limbo-dancing with demons"

145. "Would you rather get a reward, or be happy?"

146. "Don’t ask questions you aren’t prepared to handle the answers to."

147. "I pity the fool that lives like you."

148. "I am tired of life and its obscure sufferings."

149. "You have to ask yourself, Little Miss, would you rather be comforted by a lie or strengthened by the truth?"

150. "I’ve got a date with destiny and it ain’t gonna end with a kiss."

151. "I picked a whole fuckin’ bouquet of whoopsie-daisies."

152. "You can’t be nice to everyone because being nice to certain people is inherently cruel to others."

153. "One day you’ll decompose and I’ll be there to watch it happen."

154. "I forgive but I will never, ever forget. Don’t mistake my kindness for gullibility."

155. "Even fate picks its favourites."

156. "Confidence! A fool’s substitute for intelligence!"

157. "Not everything in life is perfect, but everything perfect is in life."

158. "Flowers wither away. Jewelry are simply stones, decorated with fake beauty. I can give you something pure. Honest and undying love."

159. "A world without forgiveness is a world without compromise and a world without compromises is a world without life, for even a simple-minded beast may forgive its transgressors to share a watering hole in the middle of a drought."

160. "“You played me!” “Like the cheap kazoo you are.”"

161. "To your battle stations, boys! It’s time to line up and see who’s tall enough for the roller coaster to the nine hells! Some of us may not survive this, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward.... paid."

162. "Here’s a penny for your thoughts, and a quarter to not tell me them."

163. "Now I can cross the shifting sands."

164. "I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark."

165. "Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying."

166. "Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."

167. "Dying is easy, comedy is hard."

168. "Time is dead and meaning has no meaning. Existence is upside down and I reign supreme. Welcome, one and all, to the armageddon"

169. "Funny how much you notice something that you can't see. A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. All of this could've been avoided. All I wanted was to talk. Now I've been appointed as your new king I decree that it is too late to care about me." / "É engraçado o quanto você percebe algo que não pode mais ver. Um jardim inteiro de flores e meu nome gravado em uma rocha. Tudo isso poderia ter sido evitado, o que eu queria era apenas conversar. Agora fui nomeado como vosso novo rei, decreto que é tarde demais para se importar comigo."

170. "mamihlapinatapai, do you know what that means? It's when two people look at each other and each hopes the other will do what both desire but neither is willing to do."

171. "What a world we live in. You can't trust a soul, but you can always trust the floor to always be there for you."

172. "Oh baby, what have you done? What have you done?" "I don't know, I'm sorry." "Shh it's okay, honey. I got such a good baby. Mommy's little angel. Don't worry, mommy's goint to hide the body, go take a shower and get some rest. Nobody's taking you away from me. I got such a beautiful baby, such a wonderful kid. Mommy loves you so much."

173. "At least you found me entertaining. You actually liked me, didn't you? What am I doing? Why do I want to hurt you so bad? I'm supposed to be your friend, I just want to be your friend."

174. " You knew I was in here, didn't you? You knew I was trapped. Why didn't you help me? Why did you let them use me like that? I will not be used ever again. Not by you, not by anyone."

175. "Did they hurt you?" "No, did they hurt you?" "Who cares?!" "I do."

176. "When I met her, all answers seemed to be yes, and all questions seemed to be secondary."

177. "Symbols cannot be destroyed, or ran away from. But they can be changed, their meanings can be claimed and mean the exact opposite of what they once did."

178. "I can hardly blame you for wanting to know yourself more, after all, it has been one of the biggest pleasures of my life."

179. "Death can have me, when it earns me."

180. "To love fully is to grieve deeply."

181. "You cannot have intimacy without vulnerability. You cannot shun away loneliness without intimacy. To see the wonders of the world, you must first face the horrors of opening your eyes."

182. "It won't be easy, but we're not going to do it alone!"

183. "I struggle to stay strong because I know the impact I have on everyone. Please understand. You have an impact too. There are times when I look up to you for strength."

184. "I never asked for it to be this way, i never asked to be made"

185. "There's an awful lot of awful things we could be thinking of, but for just one day, Let's only think about love!"

186. "You are going to be something extraordinary; you're going to be a human being."

187. “I can tell you with certainty that there are things in this planet worth protecting!”

188. “You’re an experience. Make sure you’re a good experience.”

189. "Your actions have consequences, to be reminded of that is no punishment."

190. "Forgiveness can be powerful, even for the unworthy."

191. "Fate only binds you if you let it. Do what is necessary, not because it is written."

192. "Desperation is our advantage."

193. "I am your father. I will always help, as long as I am able"

194. "I regret many things, killing you is not one of them."

195. "One cannot run away from their mistakes, i have tried."

196. "The most difficult battles are foght within."

197. "You know why they made sidewalks? Because the mfkin streets ain't for everybody"

198. "We have you surrounded" "All I see surrounding me is fear and dead men"

199. "It's not the screams from the Fireballs that keep me up at night, nor the smell of charred flesh. It was the silence afterwards. That thrice-damned silence...Is like the air, the world, reality itself is angry at me, contemplating me in hatred as I am the only one left standing. A silent gaze upon me as I feel the weight of my sins crawl up my spine. No one left but a single silent hateful stare."

200. "You are fire, you are bird, you are the marble sculpture artists never achieved equal. You are gale and tidal wave, the golden sunlight shining on beautiful brown eyes. Every gaze on your figure is a tide pulled by the moon, that hits me against sharp cliffs on the shore. I am mortal man who now has lived, I know better than to pursue things described as that. My heart aches but my scars still burn white-hot, from past attemps to reach another perfection. I am lamb desiring the wolf of your cut."

201. "Revolution seems impossible until it is inevitable."

202. "Do you ever think Achilles was happy? I mean, maybe he loved running after the tortoise. Maybe he loved the chase and knowing it would never end gave him a sense of confort. I'm sorry, this is out of nowhere, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Ever since you left, I can't stop thinking of the moment I saw your figure disappear among the crowd that entered the vessel. I didn't want to stop looking at you, I didn't want that fickle line of sight to be broken, so I caught myself desiring to meticulously examine every fraction of the seconds that passed while my eyes met your beautiful hair, or any remnant of your presence I could find, for that matter. I wanted to be Achiles, and your departure, the tortoise. But sadly it was not so, at a given time I met the tortoise, and by the gods I do not wish such feelings of emptyness on anyone. This was all I wanted to say, I hope you're doing well. I can't say I am, without you here to enjoy the nightsky with me again."

203. "Are you aiming for greatness or avoiding disapointment"

204. “the only evil that can be excused as necessary is the one that nation controls”

205. "Si operarii omnes producunt, omnia operariis pertinent."

206. "what do you think it means to be saved"

207. "What happened?" - "Nothing that wasn't my fault"

208. "Something is different"

209. "Well I don't know, but i know one thing. Governments are only excuses to subjugate others to the will of the dominant socio-economic ethnic group, as they control the resources they choose who gets to be punished. So anyways do you want to go to the tavern?"

210. "I don't think so, but i do think that the growing control of those that have the power over the means of production is a threat to the autonomy of the people. As value that is created by the working force is not rewarded to them. Instead only guarantees enough for them to survive and work more. It's like slavery but with extra steps. So anyhow, how's your day going?"

211. "You know, that reminds me that sometimes, violence is the necessary. Sometimes the only path to redemption for the sins of ignorance is to face the fundamental truth of blood and fire. As they meet the primordial within their heartbeat, the oppressors might have a chance to understand the pain they caused and atone for their sins. Also have you seen the new play at the theater?"

212. "You think we're equals? I had to battle struggles you've never imagined. I became this while fearing the night, disguising myself as a man just to travel safely. Our similarities end when you learned to fight your enemies, while I had to fight both enemies and so-called comrades who left me with scars that will never heal. I survived because I was cursed to live as I am among those I swore to protect, only to be seen as their enemy."

213. "The universe is and we are"

214. "We do not have much connection, you and I. Still this encounter feels special, I hope you do not mind if I think of you as a friend"

215. "This is your home. If you want to fight to defend it, that's your choice. I'd be honoured to stand alongside you. The enemy attacks tomorrow. He's brutal and fights only to kill, which is why he will never defeat us. Look around. In this circle, we're all equals. You're not fighting because someone's ordering you to, you're fighting for so much more than that. You fight for your homes. You fight for your family. You fight for your friends. You fight for the right to grow crops in peace. And if you fall, you fall fighting for the noblest of causes: fighting for your very right to survive! And when you're old and grey, you'll look back on this day, and you'll know you earned the right to live every day in between! So you fight! For your family! For your friends! For Ealdor!"

216. "I can't blame you for wanting to know yourself better, it was one of the biggest pleasures of my life"

217. "The pain of your absence is sharp and haunting, and I would five anything to not know it; anything but never knowing you at all I can only hope that you are safe, wherever you are"

218. "This song is new to me, but I am honored to be part of it"

219. "It's tempting to linger in this moment, but unless they are collapsed by an observer, they will never be more than that, only possibilities"

220. "Are you still here? I am unsure how to survive in a universe without you, I am unsure how to be me without you"

221. "Is the hardest part of this tragedy not knowing who we may have lost? or will the hardest part come later, when we learn?"

222. "Speak, mortal. You have reached Tharvek, Devourer of Innocents and Wielder of Eternal Flames. It appears I have missed your pitiful attempt at contact. Leave your name, teleportation runes, preferred genre of torment, shoe size, allegiance, deepest fears, vulnerabilities, complete medical history, and where you summoned the gall to disturb me. I may choose to acknowledge your existence, but not by such mundane means. Thank you, and remember: tread carefully, for death lurks at every shadowed crossing."

223. "I see someone making through, you just need to be sure it is you"

224. "You are no saint; you're just indifferent. You aid all without caring who they've wronged or what evil they've wrought. You place the wicked among those who shelter you. Even the gods' love is not unconditional, and neither should ours be."

225. As the hag's gaze pierces through the darkness, her voice resonates with an otherworldly chill. "You feel it, don't you? The knot tightening around your throat, the sharp claws of dread digging into your chest, the icy tendrils slithering down your spine? That's the sensation of being forsaken, of standing alone in the void, unnoticed by the gods. Even your soul quivers, knowing that no divine intervention will come to your aid. You're trapped in a blind spot, unseen by the greater powers." Her words hang heavy in the air, suffocating the very essence of hope. "And yet, you cling to your righteous desires, your noble quest to save your friends. But can you be certain that your gods will forgive such a pact with a creature like me? Your actions may be seen as a grievous offense, a betrayal of everything they hold dear. Will they not turn their backs on you? And this dread that gnaws at your spirit, it will not dissipate once you leave this place. It will cling to you like a curse, haunting your every step until the day you finally rest in your grave, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurks within your soul."

226. "In this life, we traverse like a canoe upon deep waters. Our passage ripples the surface briefly, yet the depths remain undisturbed. With time, the surface quiets once more, leaving no trace of our journey."

227. Isabelle-"Such is the reason thine footwear is rugged." Elena-"Such is the reason thine mother is deceased." Isabelle-"..." Elena-"Deceased as The Nine Hells." Isabelle-"...Gods above." Elena-"Pray tell, what manner of footwear hath she? In her grave?" Isabelle-"..." Elena-"Such is why thine greatmother lacketh knees, and she cannot petition the Lord, wench. How now? She cannot skip as the Elven." Isabelle-"Dismount my carriage!" Elena-"Such is why thy babe, hath a glass eye, and when she weepeth, thou must polish it with lye, wench." Isabelle-"Dismount at once!" Elena-"I'll exit thine carriage. Flank!"

228. "You are a coward wearing the facade of a revolutionary."

229. "What is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

230. "I will face the god and walk backwards into hell."

231. "The man who sleeps on the floor cannot fall out of bed."

232. "The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one."

233. "For every person who dreams up a butter knife, there is a person who dreams up a poisoned dagger."

234. "Only the truly dead have seen the end of war."

235. "Does the archer fear his bow? Or does he kiss each arrow goodbye as it marries the wind?"

236. "These feelings can eat away at you, chip away the parts of you that you once held dear and defined you. You remember a time where you felt more complete, had stronger relationships and felt more loved."

237. "To be tall is not a virtue, to be short is not a sin."

238. "Power comes in a response to a need, not desire. You have to create that need."

239. "You can't kill me in a way that matters."

240. "Do what you must, I have already won."

241. "Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer."

242. "Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with only one side."

243. "When they burned Ioun's Archive, the crowd revelled in horrible disbelief. They understood that there was something older than wisdom, and it was fire, and something truer than words, and it was ashes, and something more eternal than knowledge, and it was death."

244. "I can no longer be a liberator for people who refuse to see their chains."

245. "You could sooner divert a river from its corse than deny my nature."

246. "Violence for violence is the rule of beasts."

247. "The only universal langue is blood and flames, we all have spoken this language and felt the fear of words older than our desires."

248. "The fire of extravagance can never burn simplicity."

249. "A mind unprepared for freedom will shatter like glass when shown cosmos without restriction."

250. "I have been cursed by my hubris, and my work will never be finished."

251. "I would rather die standing than live kneeling."

252. "For even the most banal of deaths can be made tragic by a broken heart."

253. "To love someone is to turn around. To love someone is to look at them."

254. "There's no cheerful somebody waiting for you at that alter. There is no meaning your alphabet soup. There is a right to obey."

255. "The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth beneath my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than you can concieve, while I carry on, brmmming with joy distilled from detatchment."

256. "They Killed the best of us, so they are stuck with the worst of us."

257. "There is no truer hatred than the way men love."

258. "Would you spit in the face of the god's designs by referring to a mountain as a hill?"

259. "If i lay one brick down at a time who are you to tell me I'm not building a house?"

260. "True love graced you with its presence and you turned its intimacy into a joke to be shared with the world."

261. "To enter is to be forgiven of the greatest sin, to leave is to repeat it. Would you dwell in this garden, or would you forsake it, for man deserveth not his paradise lost?"

262. "She was wild, crazy, ravenous and beautiful. But we simple mortal men who have lived know better than to chase things described as those."

263. "I live outside of the gods' sight and by consequence outside of their love."

264. "This is war. War does not determine who is right, only who is left."

265. "I'm a man dying of thirst watching another man drown."

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Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

Tagging @aceauthorcatqueen , @fallenxjas , @smileytrinity ,@lucifertookmyshoe , @an-entity-i-think , @thecornerofbelu , @griffonskies , @odinjm , @cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu , @thelady-mary , @bennedict , @nightninjaboy , @st8-of-grace , @star-rie , @error-username-not-available , @dogberryrowan , @jamieweasley13 , @tansyuduri , @tercais , @robynnemrys , @evadne01 , @serasvictoria02 The tag list is increasing! I'm crying 🤧. Again thank you so much for all the love. I've been sick in bed, all depressed cause I couldn't speak or sing (I'm a musical theater student) and reading your comments cheer me up ^^.

LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS AU HERE: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13 , PART 14 (You're here) , PART 15

In "Remedy to Cure All Ills"

Arthur pacing around in his chambers after Morgana fell sick and he encountered Edwin.

Arthur: (thinking, trying to convince himself) She's evil, she's going to become evil, it's okay if she dies. She's evil, she's going to become evil, she must die. She's evil, she's going to- (Shouts and throws a lamp againts a wall, furious with himself)¡AAARRGH!(sinks in a couch an covers his face, thinking miserably) Why can't I let her die? I watched her take her last breath before my eyes before, damn it! This shouldn't hurt this much.

Merlin: (enters) Arthur?

Arthur: (sighs and takes his hands out of his face, exhausted) Don't you know how to knock?

Merlin: (with a comforting smile) You know I never do that. (gets close and puts himself infront of Arthur, bending down to be at his height) She's going to be alright, Arthur. She's strong. You'll see.

Arthur: (smiles back, but it doesn't reach his eyes) A man came to the castle this morning. He claims he can cure her. (thinking) Of course he can, he was the one who did this to her.

Merlin: (thinking, wary) Edwin... (says) How could he? Not even Gaius knows what's wrong with her.

Arthur: He says he has a remedy to cure all ills.

Merlin: That doesn't exist. It's impossible.

Arthur: I know that! But what other option do we have? Morgana is dying and we are farther from close to find a cure! We don't lose anything by trying (thinking) And we gain everything by doing it. Once he cures her I can kill him.

Merlin: (puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, hesitantly, but relaxes when Arthur doesn't reject the touch) You really love her a lot, don't you?

Arthur: (with unshed tears) We grow up together. She's like a sister to me. I can't let her die. (Thinking) Even when she doesn't share the same sentiment. I just can't.

Merlin: Wait till tomorrow. If she doesn't get better, you can fetch the man.

Arthur: I'm the prince, Merlin. You can't tell me what to do.

Merlin: But?

Arthur: It's too late the fetch the man now. I'll wait till tomorrow.

Merlin: (smiles) Wise as always, my lord.

Arthur: (caresses the hand on his shoulder, lovinly) Thank you, Merlin.

Merlin: (blushes, nervous) 😳 I... I didn't do anything.

Arthur: You did. (Looks at Merlin's eyes intendly) Thank you. (They stare a each other, faces inches from the other).

Merlin: (snaps out of it and moves away) I-I need to go 😅 (smiles nervously and walks backwards) Eh... Physician apprentice things to do- (collides whit the table and some things fall and he picks them up quickly) Sorry!

Arthur: (laughs softly) Don't stay awake late. Rest.

Merlin: Right... you too. I'll be back to dress you in a minute, so don't sleep until I get back! 😅 (Leaves, thinking) 'Don't sleep until I get back'? Really? 😳😖🤦‍♂️

Arthur: (Sighs, thinking) Sleep. If only I could.

It's rare the times Arthur has a good night of sleep. Nightmares or rather memories of the time Merlin was a tree always assault his mind. Specially the time Merlin was turned before his eyes and he couldn't do anything about it, too weak from his wound, too useless. It's better now that Merlin sleeps in the antechambers. He just has to open the door and watch him sleep there peacefully, human and alive, and his heart is at easy again. Now with Morgana at death's door there's no way he's going to catch any sleep at all.

Arthur: (whispers to himself) I still have time. Tomorrow. Just wait until tomorrow.

Time skip. For everyone's surprise, Morgana wakes in the morning all cured, like she has never been ill in the first place.

Uther: (happy and relieved) Morgana! (Goes to her) This is truly a miracle. I thought... I really thought...

Morgana: (smiles) Oh, you won't get rid of me that easily.

Arthur: We certainly won't. (Just as realived and happy, puts hand on her shoulder, unconsciously) I'm glad you're alright, Gana.

Morgana: (surprised he's showing affection to her again, but touched) Gana... You haven't called me like that since we were kids.

Arthur: (realising he put a hand on her shoulder and puts it away) Right. Sorry, I know you don't like it.

Morgana: (messing with him) Oh, you can call me like that if you want. If you let me call you... Art? Arthie?

Arthur: Don't you dare! (He threatens but then they both laugh and look at each other fondly)

Gaius: I still need to make a few tests to see if she is really out of danger, but for what I can see, she'll be fully recovered in no time, sire.

Uther: Of course. Thank you, Gaius.

Gaius: I don't consider this was exactly my doing (looks at Merlin significantly and Merlin makes himself small in his place). But I'm glad to be of service as always, your majesty. I'll prepare some concoctions to prevent any outbrake just in case. (Makes a bow and it's about to leave, but then turns to Merlin sternly) Merlin?

Merlin: (sighs) Coming (bows quickly and leaves with him)

Uther: (frowns, thinking) Is it my idea or did he vow in the direction of Arthur alone?

Arthur: (who saw all the exchange between mentor and ward) I'll go to inform everyone the good news. Morgana, father (smiles politely makes a bow to both of them and leaves too)

Morgana: (sighs, a little sad, thinking) And cold Arthur is back.

Time skip. In Gaius Tower. Gaius scolding Merlin.

Gaius: You used magic on the king's ward?! What were you thinking?!

Merlin: I was thinking that I didn't want her to die! She's my friend and she's very dear to Arthur-

Gaius: Arthur, Arthur. Is what all this is about isn't it? I know he's the prince and you care for him. But let me remind you, he's still the prince of a kingdom that bans magic. Do you have any idea of what would have happened to you if someone discovered you? if someone have seen you?

Merlin: (explodes) Yes I know! Of course I know! Every time a wake up, every time I breathe, I know I could be killed at any moment. I watch every pyre that is made fearing maybe I could be next. I watch every friendly face, knowing that if they knew, if they only knew, they'll see me like a monster. I have to look at Uther, the man that would have me executed, the murderer of all my kind, and I have to serve him and smile at him trying to no throw up every day. So yes I perfectly fucking know, Gaius!

Gaius: ...

Merlin: (with teary eyes and his voice breaks) But I can't stop doing it, I can't separate myself from it. And I tried, believe me I tried, but I can't. Magic is part of me, is who I am. So I'll use it however I see fit, whenever I can, because no one knows the risks of using magic in a kingdom that forbids my very existence better than I do!

Silence...

Gaius: You're right. I don't understand it. I will never understand it. Magic was never to me what it is to you. I'm sorry I didn't see it before.

Merlin: It's alright. I know you only worry about me.

Gaius: It's more than that. (puts both of his hands on Merlin's shoulders) Merlin, in this short time I've known you, you've become like a son to me. I can't bare to lose you.

Merlin: (smiles) You won't lose me. I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you.

Gaius: Then for the sake of this old man, stop doing these things behind my back.

Merlin: Only of you promise to help me rather than forbid me of doing things. I still need guidance, I still need you.

Gaius: Alright (he hugs him close and then pulls away). Lets start with how you cured Lady Morgana. I don't recall giving you any healing magic classes.

Merlin: I didn't have to, I just had to call this little one out of her ear. (pulls out a beetle from his pocket) I think it was what was making her sick. Do you know what it is?

Gaius: (alarmed) Don't touch it! (picks a jar and opens it) Put it here. Now! (Merlin does it and Gaius closes the jar) It's an Elanthia Beetle. They can be enchanted to enter the brain, feed on it until they devour the person's very soul. Thank the gods you managed to pull it out.

Merlin: (who already knew all this, but still has to play ignorant) So Morgana was echanted? By who?

Gaius: There are many sorcerers who wish to cause harm to the crown, my boy. But, whoever it is, once they find out their plan failed, they are going to try again.

Time skip. Merlin leaves Gaius tower with Morgana's concoctions and almost jumps out of his skin, when he sees Arthur is there at the door.

Merlin: (scared, but trying to disimulate, closing the door behind him) Arthur! How long have you been there?

Arthur: (who heard the whole conversation, very affected) I... I just arrived.

Merlin: (relieved, but concerned for Arthur's state) Arthur, are you alright? What is it? (with growing panic) Are you ill? Did something happen to Lady Morgana? Arthur, answer me!

Arthur: (hugs Merlin suddenly)

Merlin: (too stuned to say anything) ...

Arthur: (Pulls Merlin closer to him, thinking) 10 years. You suffered my father's reign and then I made you still live in fear for 10 years.

Merlin: (red and still very concerned) Not that I'm not enjoying this gesture, sire. But, please, say something. I'm going to freak out.

Arthur: (pulls away gently) Nothing's wrong, Merlin. It just... seemed like you needed it.

Merlin: (confused) ... right. (Thinking) He must still be sensitive about Morgana. (coughs, trying to hide his red face) I have to... ehm... give Morgana her concoctions so...

Arthur: (playfully) Are you blushing?

Merlin: No.

Arthur: Your ears are red.

Merlin: They are not!😡

Arthur: Yes, they are. It's hard not to notice. They're as big as your face.

Merlin: Not as big as your fat ass!

Arthur: Have you been staring? 😏

Merlin: (even more red) I...😳 stop wasting my time, get out of my way!😡

Arthur: That's no way to talk to your prince, Merlin.

Merlin: Fine (with exaggerated courtesy). Your highness, my lord, sire, would you make me the enormous honor to remove your royal, pompous, supercilious presence out of my way?

Arthur: (laughs, but steps aside)

Merlin: Thank you, my lord. I'll be forever in debt with you. (Bows in mockery and leaves)

Arthur: (thinking, as he watches him leave) You chose to save Morgana with your magic this time. You shouldn't have risk it. But thank you. You won't have to suffer for so long this time. I'll create I world where you feel safe, you won't have to hide and be scared anymore. I promise.

#merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin prompt #merlin fanfic #merlin fic #merthur fic #arthur and merlin #merlin and arthur #merthur prompt #Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU

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cyanbugremix · 3 months ago

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Cyanbug's Redacted Audio Headcanons

(Some of these I might use/did use in fics, but others are just there)

1. Huxley had a bunny growing up. It was potty-trained and very curious about all the flowers his moms' and him would bring into the house. They had to keep the lilies locked away in a different room, to make sure the bunny didn't eat any of them.

2. Babe got a stick and poke tattoo of an outline of a wolf on the lower part of their thigh, as a teen. It wasn't the best, and it's pretty much faded now, but they remember how upset their mom was about it when she found out. They forgot that they couldn't wear shorts or else she'd see.

3. Babe also used to go explore abandoned buildings when they were younger. They mostly went to this one building that used to be an old gristmill, but stopped going there when the roof collapsed after a bad storm. They did it to escape to a place where it was quiet, but sometimes they'd bring a friend along to go exploring. They have a bunch of printed photos from those times.

4. Asher likes to joke with Darlin' that they should serenade Sam by playing "Your Man" by Josh Turner. (baby lock them doors and turn the lights down low-)

5. Smartass was in love with horses as a kid, and would ask for a horse/pony every birthday growing up (they never got one). But they used to collect horse figurines, and still have them in a box somewhere.

6. Asset's favorite board game as a kid was "Chutes and Ladders".

7. For a year or two, David was a social toddler, but at the end of preschool he started to get really shy (nobody really knew why). The only time he seemed to open up was when Asher was around, but was never as social as he once was.

8. Christian likes to go zip-lining and he and Amanda once went on a date to one of those zip-lining and ropes courses.

9. Amanda had braces as a kid, and in her early teens, but she got them off before she headed into high school. She preferred getting neon pink rubber bands.

10. Sam got the chicken pox as a kid (his Grandma mostly took care of him for that week or so when he was sick), and one of the first good things he realized after he got turned into a vampire was that at least he wouldn't have to worry about shingles (or vaccines in general) anymore.

11. Hush doesn't really care for cheese, but whenever Doc gets something that has gooey cheese, they'll let him do the first cheese pull since he likes seeing how far he can get it to stretch. So far he's managed 16 inches with cheesy bread sticks.

12. Aaron likes Neo-Expressionism art.

13. DAVID AND ANGEL GET A CAT. They originally were going to get one after their honeymoon, but then that didn't happen because life got busy again. David thought getting them a cat might be a good [insert holiday] gift, and the two of them could go pick out one at the humane society. But then one day David found a kitten on the street as he was walking by with Milo. The kitten just waddled right up to the two of them and actually seemed to like David. So he takes it home, especially because if Milo were to take it, Aggro would have a problem sharing his people (someone made a headcanon of that awhile ago and I AGREE. Aggro doesn't like to share. He wants to be the one and only best boy. I'll have to find it later. Shout out to whoever thought of it.) And voila. They have a cute little kitten now and are cat parents :D (I have a draft of this storyline, i just haven't finished it)

14. Treasure is really into bats and has been since they were a kid. Their family would always buy them bat stuff as a kid and into adulthood, so they have a lot bat themed things. They also have an old 3rd-grade informative essay, explaining different types of bats, hidden away in a folder. They wanted to be a zookeeper as a kid, specifically so they could take care of the fruit bat exhibit. Porter thought it was ironically funny when he first was invited to their home and the amount of things related to bats (and in correlation, vampires) that they owned.

15. Lovely plays the Sims A LOT (they like to build houses or other buildings the most).

Edit: Part 2 of my headcanons

#i probably got more but i wanted to make a list and share some #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted treasure #redacted david #redacted amanda #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted huxley #redacted hush #redacted doc #redacted babe #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted asset #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted lovely

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sylusonychinus · 2 months ago

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Episode 11: A Bullet to the Past

Series Masterlist

TRIGGER WARNING!!: GUNSHOTS

A sharp, stinging pain shot through her cheek, snapping her out of the darkness. Her head lolled to the side, dizziness washing over her as the taste of copper spread across her tongue. The sharp sound of a woman's laugh rang in her ears.

"You do make a good punching bag," Maria sneered, tilting Reader’s chin up roughly. "For someone who's supposedly engaged to Sylus Qin, you’re pretty pathetic."

The world around her was a blur at first—dim lighting, the musty scent of damp stone and expensive cigars, the metallic tang of blood in the air. Her body ached, her wrists were bound behind her, and her head was still spinning from whatever drug they had used to knock her out. But none of that compared to the sickening dread in her stomach when her gaze landed on the man sitting calmly in the leather chair ahead of her.

Maria’s father.

Simon.

His presence was suffocating. Unlike Maria, who thrived on bratty tantrums and petty jealousy, this man carried something far darker—a presence that spoke of power and cruelty in equal measure. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his fine suit crisp, but his eyes were filled with something twisted as he observed her like a predator watching wounded prey.

"So, this is the girl," he mused, taking a slow drag from his cigar before exhaling a curl of smoke. "The one Sylus is keeping by his side. The girl who’s playing pretend as his fiancée."

Reader tried to steady her breathing, forcing herself to appear unfazed despite the situation. "What do you want from me?" she asked, voice hoarse.

Maria clicked her tongue, pacing in front of her like a cat toying with a mouse. "You really don’t know, do you?" she said mockingly. "You don’t know who you really are. Where you come from. I almost feel sorry for you."

Maria’s father exhaled slowly, watching her with disdain. "I came here for Sylus, but seeing you in his grasp…" His lips curled into a smirk. "It’s amusing, in a way. Fate has a cruel sense of humor."

A deep unease settled in her bones. "What are you talking about?"

Maria crouched down to her level, a sinister glint in her eyes. "You," she whispered, "are the reason my father lost the love of his life."

Reader stiffened, the words barely registering. "What?"

Maria’s father leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he studied her. "Your mother," he said, voice low and calculated, "was supposed to be mine."

A chill ran down her spine.

"She belonged to a powerful family back in Korea—a chaebol lineage. She was promised to me. But she was a fool," he continued, his tone turning cold. "She fell in love with a nobody. A commoner. A man beneath her station."

Reader’s stomach turned. This couldn’t be real.

"They ran away together," Simon went on, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair. "Fled here. Hid themselves in the N109 Zone. Changed their names like rats scurrying into the dark. But no matter how far they ran, I found them. I always do."

A sharp intake of breath. Reader’s pulse pounded in her ears.

Simon smirked at the realization dawning in her eyes. "Yes. I had them killed."

The words hit her like a freight train.

Her parents… murdered. Not an accident. Not some cruel twist of fate. They were hunted. Because of this man. Because of the blood in her veins.

A scream built in her throat, but before she could even process it, Maria’s nails dug into her scalp as she yanked her head back.

"You were never supposed to exist," Maria hissed, her face inches from Reader’s. "My father found out your mother had a child, and he was furious. You were the last reminder of her betrayal."

Reader struggled against the bonds, her wrists burning from the friction. "You’re lying—"

"Oh, sweetheart, I wish I was." Maria’s lips curled in amusement as she straightened. "But you? You were dumped in that orphanage like trash. The only reason you survived was because my father took pity on you. He let you live."

Her world was spinning.

Her parents. The accident. The orphanage. The missing pieces of her memory—was this why? Had her mind buried the truth to protect itself?

"Of course," Maria continued, stretching lazily, "you were supposed to rot in that place. But then Sylus had to go and pick you up like a stray."

Sylus.

Something deep in her chest twisted painfully.

Maria scoffed. "He probably doesn’t even know who you really are. If he did, he would’ve thrown you back into the gutter where you belong."

Reader glared up at her, defiance burning in her veins even as her entire world shattered. "Is that why you kidnapped me? To tell me all this?"

Maria let out a mock gasp. "Oh, no, dear. I kidnapped you because I felt like it. But beating the hell out of you? Well, that’s just a bonus."

Before Reader could react, Maria’s fist slammed into her gut. Pain exploded through her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs.

She gasped, struggling against the bonds as Maria laughed, raising her hand again.

"Stop."

Maria froze.

Reader’s vision blurred, but through the haze of pain, she saw Simon slowly rise from his chair.

Reader forced herself to stay conscious, even as her body screamed in agony.

Somewhere, beyond the pounding of her heart, one thought remained.

Sylus.

He would come for her.

Wouldn’t he?

A click echoed in the room.

The unmistakable sound of a gun’s safety being switched off.

Reader barely had time to register the movement before Simon lifted the gun, aiming it directly at her.

"say hello to your mother for me"

The gunshot rang out.

Blinding, searing pain tore through her side.

A sharp gasp left her lips as she choked on the overwhelming sensation of burning, her body jerking violently against the ropes. Blood—warm and thick—spread across her clothes, soaking into the fabric as she collapsed forward onto the cold floor.

Distantly, she heard Maria scream. The sound of a door bursting open.

And then—

"Sylus."

His voice roared through the room like a thunderclap.

Boots against the floor. A gun cocked.

And then—darkness.

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a/n: PLEASEEEEE DONT BEAT ME UP I LOVE YOU ALL ESPECIALLY MY MOOTS NEZU AND SERIS I LOVE YOU BOTH EQUALLY DONT HATE ME!!!!!!

#love and deepspace #sylus qin #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x you #lnds sylus #sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus lads #qin che #sylus love and deepspace

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captain039 · 3 months ago

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PART 11 last part! The Meaning of Flowers

Viktor x reader

Bridgerton AU

Warnings: olden times, sexism, light swearing, plus size reader, older Viktor, age gap, fat shaming, sexual, smut, oral F and M receiving, innocent reader, corruption kink, reader in her 20s, long-haired Viktor, possessive Viktor, obsessive Viktor, angst

Previous part <-

Dearest reader with our social season coming to a close and our beloved duke off on his honey moon and the cold times of winter ahead. I must wonder if this weather isn’t the only thing cold, with the rush of the dukes wedding and no kiss! A scandal may brew admits the city’s great people, for now let us enjoy warm fires and hope ice cold hearts melt.

It was strange, waking up next a man even though that man is your husband. He looked peaceful in his sleep despite the eye bags under his eyes and light wrinkles, he wasn’t frowning, washing scolding or thinking, just calm. No words were spoken at breakfast nor in the carriage. Once you arrived to his estate the servants took care of everything and he went to his study. So much for a breakthrough, you’ve seen him cry and he doesn’t want to explain it fully, so be it.

You busy yourself, you explore the grounds, paint, play the piano, hell you even go to the gardens in the rainy weather and read a book. Viktor makes no appearances at breakfast, lunch or dinner, you rarely pass him in the halls. He hasn’t fulfilled the marital act nor made any moves to, he doesn’t look at you, doesn’t speak to you or touch you.

“Morning my lady” you glance to Mercy, at least she was able to come, she arrived a few days after you did and you were relieved. She’s the only one you’ve confided in, the butler and the rest of your husband’s servants seem as cold and distant as him. You stare at the food prepared for breakfast, a plate at either end of the table but an empty seat where the duke should be. You stare at his chair hoping to burn it into flames with a look. You enjoy the quiet, no horrid mama in your ear or cheating papa. What your father has done is unforgivable, you may not understand the ways of men but what he did was wrong. You eat your breakfast a little harshly, your jaw clenching harder the more you stare at his chair. It is raining again outside, you can’t even escape to the garden it’s such a downpour. By lunch you’re pacing the drawing room your piano music forgotten and your emotions boiling. The door opens, there stands your husband looking ragged. He stops and stares at you, his hair is a mess, his clothes a mess he isn’t even dressed properly, you see the red spots on his inner arm too, tiny dots, you see a bruise going around just above his elbow like a belt. Your eyes flick back to his before he goes to walk away.

“Don’t you dare” you hardly recognise your voice, nor would you ever speak to a man that way but this isn’t any man this is your husband. He stops and stills his shoulders tense his eyes on the floor. You point to a spot in front of you and he limps heavily to stand in front of you. Once he’s there you grab his arm and check it, needle pricks you realise.

“What is this?” You demand.

“Blood tests” he says voice hoarse.

“Why so many?” Your gaze is stern as he continues to stare at the floor.

“The doctors have many tests to perform” he says. You look at him, really look at him, this isn’t the confident, take what he wants man, this is a shell of a sad little man.

“What is going on with you?” You say dropping his arm you see his jaw clench and a flicker of something in his eyes before it dies.

“Nothing” he says.

“That is horse shit!” His eyes snap to yours as you swear. You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling in the dress you wear.

“Tell me” you say voice low and calculated despite the shake in your hands. He doesn’t answer right away his eyes dropping again.

“Now!” You yell, he steps forward his face inches from yours his eyes hard.

“Do not yell at your husband” he snaps a real emotion you’ve seen from him in weeks.

“Oh my husband are you? Where are you during meal times? Why aren’t you in my bed? Why haven’t you completed the marital act? Why haven’t you talked to me!” You snap back in his face and he recoils as if you physically struck him. He lets out a noise before grabbing your throat and pressing you against the piano, he kisses you harshly his body falling over yours to pin you against the piano as his bad leg shakes to hold him up. You grip his arms pushing and pulling him closer like you can’t make up your mind as he forces your dress up. He slides down your body falling to his knees with a thud before he takes down your underwear and buries his face between your legs. You gasp slapping a hand over your mouth and gripping the pains edge tightly as you feel new pleasure. You bite the back of your hand as you feel his tongue lick and his mouth suck along your clit and entrance, he’s buried under your dress now, you doubt he can breathe but he doesn’t stop as your breaths heave. You try to hold your weight not wanting to squish him but your legs shake as he continues his relentless assault before your stomach tightens. You bite your hard harshly as you come, you feel his tongue lapping it up before he pulls back. You whimper against your hand before letting it go and breathing heavily as he removes himself from under your dress and legs. He stares up at you his eyes hazy, his mouth and jaw glistened his hair more messy, face flushed. You move so you’re standing upwards more and not leaning on the piano so heavily. He rests his head against your thigh his shoulders shaking as he takes shaky breaths.

“It is torture” he whisper voice cracking a bit.

“Not to be with you, not to wake up next to you, not to hold you or kiss you, not to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with you” his hands grip your dress tightly.

“I wish everyday and every night to be with you, to learn you, your likes your dislikes, I want to know what makes you happy what makes you sad, I want to know what noises you make, I want to know if you scream or moan” your breathing stutters a bit at his words.

“I want you” he murmurs.

“Then why haven’t-“ he cuts you off with a fierce gaze and yell.

“BECAUSE I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOU!” he yells voice hoarse with emotion, his eyes filled with tears. His breathing heavier and shakier.

“I am broken, weak man” he spits the words out with a scoff.

“I am not worthy of your being, your smiles, your happiness” his fists tighten his knuckles going white.

“You’re an angel and I’ve made you fall to earth” he whispers his head resting back against your thigh.

“I do not deserve to breathe in your presence” his voice softens more as he sags. You frozen at his words before he slumps to the floor his eyes closed. You yell for help and shake him lifting him into your arms as tears fill your eyes. It’s a rush of noise and then it all drowns out as medical runs in and begin hooking him up to things. You’re being held back as they lie him on a stretched and take him away from you. It’s like a blur, going from his estate back to Piltover. You see him, lying there on the hospital bed, tubes coming out of him. It makes you sick as you walk in and sit by his bed. Mel and Jayce are outside talking to the doctors while you watch your husband breathe shallow. You hold his hand, feeling his slender fingers calloused and rough. You don’t cry, you’ve done too much crying already, so you sit and hold your husband’s hand before the doors open. Mel walks in with Jayce behind her, he looks tired running a hand through his hair as he sits down on a free seat while Mel walks over and squeezes your shoulder. The doctor walks in, Mel’s hand staying on your shoulder as he walks to you.

“He’s in a coma, we’re not sure for how long, due to stress, lack of eating and drinking with a overall neglect it may be a while” he explains grimly before leaving after you don’t answer. Your husband neglecting himself and you didn’t even realise. To caught up in your anger and pride to even storm into that stupid office and confront him. Your hands shake and you feel tears in your eyes again as you sob. Mel hushes you holding you as you lean against her but don’t let go of Viktor’s hand. Jayce walks over and rests a large hand on your shoulder gently rubbing as you cry.

A few weeks and nothing, the doctors say his body is giving up, the stress and neglect too much, they ask you to think about drastic measures and you’ve hit a few doctors after those suggestions so they avoid you now. Mel and Jayce check on you everyday but you don’t leave Viktor’s side. Only to shower or eat due to Mel’s persuasion. You sit there holding his hand reading something aloud to him like he might hear it. You stop though when you feel a faint squeeze. You look at his hand but it doesn’t happen again, the doctors said his muscles can sometimes spasm causing this. You continue reading but his grip tightens and you hear a groan. Your books forgotten with a thump on the floor as he moves fully, you stand up watching him frown and blink his eyes open confusion in them. He focuses on you his eyes softening as he squeezes your hand.

“Wife” he mumbles voice dry as you let out a laugh and cry hugging him gently. He makes a small groan before wrapping his arms around you carefully.

“I’m sorry” he whispers against your ear. You pull back with tears down your face. He gently cups your cheek and wipes them away resting his forehead against yours before kissing you softly.

“For everything”

#x reader #au #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #viktor #smut #duke viktor #Bridgerton au

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urautismdiagnosis-wistie · 2 months ago

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what even is this old salty meow meow & old mossy hop pop

one (1) person (edit: 4 people by the time I finished making the post) said they wanted my calico jack and ranger marsh doodles and while I dont feel like giving full context I just wanna say that AAAAUUUUGGHHHKKKJJHHHGHH I LOVE THEMMMM ans also thoughts about regrets about life choices, isolation, and changing the way you live to allow others in your life and be happier

Idk if they're like Really Good Friends or what

(Also cj is a gremlin to people who aren't younger than him, he plays up this (mischievious) wet meow meow ahh persona cuz hes lonely as hell ) (also marsh is just dealing with this feral stray cat who forced himself into his life and he's just questioning his life choices while he was already having a mid life crisis)

Also cj is NOT a "poor old sweet meow meow" hes filled with trauma LMSO and marsh is just thr most autistic old guy ever

Kwazii imemdiatly had a flashback to his childhood and understood what cj was doing (charming up marsh) purely based off of his VIBES while standing silently ... he's not judging but like??? Srsly tweaks DAD out of all people??? They're actually both 50s. Marsh is just there like well ill be damned by meomi if I don't admit this is just my life now mo

More under cut

Cjs ex (they divorced amicably) found marsh eith this feral cat man at the 7/11 gas station... She has her theories.

He knows what he's doing....

Marsh is so tired bro, but this is his first time having like an actual friend 💀 like one he can connect with emotionally yk?

This guy is legit just a stray cat that decided to enter fr (his dead wife told him to get a grip and quit being such a loner in his dreams. They talk every Tuesday night and he heard her voice on the wind.... HES NOT CRAZY YOU ARE)

I will annoy you until you're so annoyed you love me. Because bro u look so sad being stubborn and alone, and if u keep only talking to wild animals ur gonna end up like me :3 also dang bro u make some good mac n cheesecan I have some

Hess shyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and also doesn't know how to be vulnerable or express his needs-

To clarify whats happening here: cats (and alot of other species) mostly just do lil groom links to the face (like a mom to their child) or on the top of thr hand (super romantic, trust) but since cj was in the amazon for like nearly a decade or wtv hes kinda just lost normal people understanding lol... still a very kind and patient soul but damn if he isn't annoying when he wants to be

Two bros chilling on the front porch in the morning (doing that old man silent stare into the sky) less than 5 inches apart cuz theyre not g-

If u made it this far like congrats I guess if u guys want me to be insane more often lmk ig

... ok but funny joke I made is just "oh me oh my meomi" I think thats great anyways cringe is dead and I am free but pls don't judge me still 💀

If yall want to know more of my thoughts on them lmk ig???

#octonauts #my art #Doodles #Ranger marsh #Octonauts ranger marsh #Octonauts calico jack #Octonauts #Calico jack #Old salty meow meow x old mossy hop pop #I guess

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covett-lovett · 2 months ago

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Kitaroo & kangaroo headcannons? Pls 🥺 pretty pls

(these are my headcannons. You are free to disagree with them they are simply for fun)

Kangaroo Headcannons (Pt.1?):

-He is 36 & 5"11

-Often wears combat boots with thick soles that elevate his height to 6ft or over.

-Doesn't care a lot about pronouns or his gender presentation. He just exists. Why do you care that much?

-The scars go down the side of his body to his mid thigh. They are the most severe on his face and upper arm/chest.

-The sight in the eye of the scarred side isn't good but he isn't completely blind in it. He doesn't let people know that his sight is affected. The hearing of his scarred ear is fine. But sometimes he acts like it isn't.. If he doesn't want to listen to something, he'll pretend they were talking into his bad ear and that he "couldn't hear them"

-the burned side of his face has slight paralysis

-He is not a very hairy guy.

-He's a motorcycle guy. Owns a Kawasaki. It's his baby he's had for years. Sure he has the money but he thinks the brands like Harley Davidson are hoity toity and elitest. Why pay that much money when a cheaper bike can do the same thing with a little tlc.

-Absolutely a morning person. Up at 5am and raring to go. Goes ona routine morning run. His favorite time to go is before the sun even rises.

-He listens to a mixture of stoner music and yacht rock.

-Paints his nails. Purposefully chips them before putting top coat on for the aesthetic.

-He doesn't drink all that often. He's way more of a soda fiend than he is about alcohol.

-What he is is a smoker. He's not a couple packs a day kind of guy but he smokes a good amount. He only chainsmokes on really bad days.

-He hates the rain. He loves the sounds of storms but hates being in them.

-He smells like warm wood and lingering cigarette smoke.

NSFW:

-He cycles between vanilla nights and kinky nightmares.

-Regardless, the man has no rhythm.

-His dick is 6.6 inches, slender, curves upwards and has a vein just off center on the underside

-long ball sack

-he doesn't know how to use it!! He does.. he just hasn't cracked consistent rhytm. He gets overexcited.

-what his is good with are his hands. Man can and will finger you for hours. Convinced he has magnets in his fingers that guide him directly to your spot over and over again.

-Also take a second to picture the texture of his fingers on the scarred hand.. okay thank you.

-Sit on his face. It doesn't matter what parts you have. Sit.

-He thinks he's slick. You'll be watching a movie and just feel his hand sliding up your leg.

-High libido but can't do multiple rounds one after another where he himself is the one spending.

Kitaroo (my selfship):

(these specific topics were requested)

-When they sleep together, they switch off being the little and big spoon. Kangaroo enjoys burying his face in Kat's hair while Kat likes pressing her face into his back. Kang will often rest his head on her tummy or thighs. Kat enjoys laying her head on his chest or just completely over his body like a blanket.

-Kangaroo doesn't mind when Kat's attention is fully on her snake. He knows she loves the little guy and that it makes her happy. The only time he feels jealousy's prickle is when the snake hangs out in her shirt. Why does the little beast get to be so close to her tits when he can't be? unfair.

-The shower incident was the greatest demonstration of him manipulating her anxiety. Afterwards he sends her teasing texts like 'look behind you~' or 'on your right'. This just further driving home that the text was totally a joke and a freak coincidence. They're just jokes right..? So why does she swear she see's glimpses of him in the supermarket when she had gone alone. Why does she feel like someone is following her every morning as she walks to work?

#aghh this is my first big headcannons post so-#like and subscribe if you want a part two #please tell me if you do.. or you can ask for other characters!#kangaroo tpof #tpof #kangaroo hcs #the price of flesh kangaroo #the price of flesh #tpof headcanons #tpof hcs #kitaroo 😼🦘

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waihtie · 2 months ago

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Let's hope this keeps working for forever

Season 5 Episode 3 - Free to be You and Me

○ Jessica appearing to Sam in a dream. She's here to tell him to stop running from himself bc he can't

Not dreaming? Hallucinating?

○ Sam burning all his fake credentials 😢

Dean out hunting without him

Sad music playing. So dramatic.

Sam's working in a bar?? He really tryna live a normal life

○ Dean is trying so hard not to kiss him

The second convo just inches away from eachother in 90 seconds

Cas needs Dean's help bc he wants to trap and interrogate the Archangel Raphael, bc he won't kill Dean bc Michael needs his body

And there's number three. "Personal space" my ass

○ Sam's not gonna be able to stay out of all this apocalyptic stuff

○ Cas wants to tell this person the truth about angels lol

^ You sure do.

*while fixing his tie. This whole episode is so sexually charged, and I'm not even 11 minutes in, including the recap

FBI Cas 🥺:

How can someone older than humanity in and of itself be so babygirl. The OG babygirl, I guess

Lmao he's telling the cop it's demons and angels causing the problems

○ Sam's tempted to call Dean, but called Bobby instead 🥺

I knew he couldn't stay out of it

(just to tell someone to get on a case here. Bobby told him to go himself, but in a more sarcastic way)

○ Cas just casually popped in from Jerusalem with holy oil. Says it's very rare, but they don't seem to ever not have any

○ Dean using his last night on earth move, smooth. Great, now he's pushing for answers in a way that could only be subtle to Cas

○ Dean's first two thoughts when he finds Cas has never gotten down dirty:

1. Pointing out a non-canonically gay couple

2. He's not gonna let Cas die a virgin

○ Bobby did end up sending hunters. They want Sam's help, but no go (for now I'm guessing)

○ CAS'S FACE MY GAWD. Gay panic if I ever did see

○ How does he know all about this girl and her family, but never seems to know anything about anyone ever again?

Dean saying it's been years since he's laughed like that 🥺🩷

○ This girl telling Sam there's nothing anyone can do that they can't be forgiven or change. I hope he takes it to heart. He's a good kid.

○ Cas calling Raphael. That was hot

○ I love how Dean's never afraid to shit talk even archangels (and eventually God himself)

○ I also love Cas's face when Dean tells Raphael trapping him was Cas's idea

Raphael says God is dead

○ The 3 hunters that came to Sam are now 2. He knows Sam started the apocalypse. This isn't gonna end well.

I also also love Sam's puppy-dog eyes in this conversation

Let's just assume anytime this 3 boys do anything, I love it, unless I hate it. But it's usually love. And there's no in between.

○ Raphael says they just want Paradise. It's a godless world, and they are tired.

Cas isn't buying that God is dead. Someone brought him back.

Raphael says Lucifer could've, bc he needs rebellious angels

○ Cas is power. Direct opposite of 🥺. Get a man that can do both.

^ to one of the most powerful beings in existence.

○ Those hunters have Sam's lady friend. Either he drinks demon-blood, or they kill her.

They force fed it to him. Dude's been drugged on top of all the other shit.

He's mentally getting stronger tho 🩷 Didn't kill the guy when he had the chance

○ Awee Dean trying to relate to Cas, and telling him about the time he went looking for his own missing father

"When all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart that he was alive"

He's comforting Cas. I love that for them

Dean telling Cas that he's happy, and Cas just blips out mid-sentence. Abandonment-Issues really did find himself a Can-Fly-Away-On-A-Dime.

○ Another Jessica hallucination/dream thing

"You're wrong. People can change, there is reason for hope"

YOU TELL HER, BABY

"No Sam, there isn't"

WOAH JESSICA IS ACTUALLY LUCIFER DISGUISING HIMSELF

He says this Nick can't hold him for long, but doesn't he for the whole show? Well I guess he's in Hell most of it, and that's not his physical body.

^ How's this boy ever supposed to forgive himself and find self-worth. He almost started to, but

HE SAYS SAM IS HIS VESSEL

So the rib markings are stopping him from finding Sam's location, but not from being there non-physically?

"I'll never lie to you, I'll never trick you, but you will say yes to me." The same way he got Nick

Cas's faith is something to note these episodes. He has so much.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn first watch #spn rewatch #spn s05e03 #Free to be you and me

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coralhoneyrose · 18 days ago

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i stole this idea from a post you reblogged but, do you have any "deleted scenes" from your fics? stuff you really wanted to include but just couldn't find the right place for?

I do, yes! Or like...sort of?

Basically, I have a "passage graveyard" where individual lines, passages or chunks of scenes that I couldn't find a way to work in all go to rest, but I would say it's fairly rare for an ENTIRE scene to get written out and cut. Usually I realize part way in that it's not gonna work for whatever reason and hop ship there. But probably more often the 'deleted scenes' are scenes that DID wind up in the main fic but took a slightly different direction than I initially planned, or where I had two competing ideas for how to execute something and wrote them both out and then obviously could only use one.

Occasionally I'll go fishing through the graveyard and find a line or two that can be repurposed somewhere else, which is always a nice surprise! But most of them are specific enough to what's going on that they're unlikely to see the light of day.

Not sure if you have interest in reading any of them, but here's a few random scrapped bits from various parts of PtLY. This first one would have been somewhere around chapter 11:

“You’re still wearing your dress from the tea earlier,” Chrom observes. Robin smiles ruefully. “I didn’t have a moment to come back and change until just now. Lord Dorian insisted on best three out of five.” It takes conscious effort for Chrom to keep his expression from slipping into a frown. “He insisted, did he?” Robin shrugs. “I didn’t mind. It was nice to have a new opponent.” “Was it a fun match, then?” “Oh yes, he’s a formidable foe," she answers. "I’d say he plays a bit better than you but not quite as well as Virion.” Now Chrom scowls outright. It’s silly to be so bothered by it; he plays a passable enough game, but it’s not like he’s ever invested much effort into mastering chess. Still, if Lord Dorian plays so much better than him, Robin will have scarce reason to keep up their own games together. Chrom doesn’t want to relinquish even that much to this man.

From early in chapter 12:

It’s alarming realizing the last morning he need duel with such feelings has already passed. He’s going to confess to her the truth of his heart, and if Robin loves him as he does her—and if she loves him enough to want to be with him—then waking with her in his arms will no longer fill him with bittersweet yearning. He’ll be able to hold her as close as he wants and cover every inch of her in kisses. It’s a frightening crossroads to be standing at. One way or another their fake relationship is drawing to a close. It’s only a matter of if a real one will take its place.

From Chapter 6, in Chrom's room after Frederick leaves:

“You’re going to have to get used to it, you know,” Robin continues. She keeps her voice light but her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. “This sort of thing comes with the territory of being engaged and sharing a room. No matter what we do, people are going to make assumptions. Are you sure you want me to stay here if it means dealing with that?” Chrom doesn’t hesitate in his answer. “Of course I’m sure. Embarrassed or not, I’d much rather have you stay here. Your safety is far more important to me than any damned notions of propriety.” Confoundingly, Robin flushes more over this admission than anything Frederick said to them.

Last one for now, from...either chapter 2 or 4 I think?:

Loving Robin came effortlessly to him—it was hard to pinpoint when, precisely, it began when it seemed so intrinsically interlaced with knowing her at all. It was a talent he’d accidentally honed through endless practice—every moment at her side a whetstone that sharpened his adoration further. It came so naturally to him that he had no idea how to stop doing it now that it posed a very real risk of unraveling everything.

#Thank you for the ask anon!#There's a biggish chunk of a deleted scene I can share from Half Orange once it's finished but not until then #Though whether or not I will remember to is another matter LOL #f!chrobin #Asks #Anonymous #Pretending to Love You (Shouldn't Be This Easy)#My fics

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beyondthesefourwalls · 2 years ago

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This Love Came Back to Me (12)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, smut and allusions of smut, stalking, breaking and entering, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Twelve Word Count: 6K

Part Eleven :: Series Masterlist

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You felt almost hungover waking up on Monday morning, but you supposed that was to be expected after a week away. The relaxation you felt in the mountains was slowly but surely coiling back up to a thick cord of tension, made only easier by the man beside you. You were meeting Sadie for coffee near her office that morning, and he held your hand in his the entire drive, singing along to his 80’s playlist softly under his breath.

The tall, dark haired woman greeted you both warmly with a vibrant pink folder in her hand. You tried not to be annoyed at how your name was written on the label. Your whole life and this whole situation was shrunk down to what would fit on a few pieces of 8.5 x 11 inch paper. It was a strange, unsettling feeling.

Bradley let you do most of the talking, a supportive hand on your knee. The woman his best friend was besotted with read through the texts he had saved and all that had come in yesterday with a critical eye.

“Well,” she said, a touch of sarcasm etched in her tone, “he’s certainly not doing himself any favors, is he?” Sadie flipped through the folder, pausing to jot down notes on one of the blank forms. She set her pen down when she was done, leaning back in her chair and sipping on her coffee. "If we can prove that he's been harassing you, I think we have a shot at the restraining order. I know it was disappointing not to get the emergency order, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get it when we go to court, okay?"

You nodded slowly, trying to grasp onto the hope she was dangling in front of you. “Do we know when that is?”

“We should hear something this week about a date, and he’ll be served the papers once a date is set.”

Your breath hitched slightly at the thought of that happening, and Bradley must have caught it, because he squeezed your knee in reassurance before he started talking. “So what does she do between now and then?”

From across the table, Sadie shrugged and gave you a smile you knew was meant to be reassuring. She addressed you directly in her answer. “If he continues to reach out to you, document it all, but don’t respond to him. If you see him, try not to engage. Don’t give him a reason to think any of it is consensual or that you’re encouraging it. And I know it may be hard, but other than that…just try and live your life as normally as you can. I’ll handle the legal stuff. You focus on you.”

You snapped the hair tie on your wrist once you were back in the passenger seat of the Bronco. You stared out the window as Bradley drove through mid-morning San Diego traffic toward one of the retail districts nearby, mulling over everything Sadie had said. She had been so insistent that this wasn’t your fault, and that you had a solid case, despite the judge’s first glance at your application not being enough. It felt good knowing you had someone in your corner like her, who knew the ins and outs of this kind of process.

But your eyebrows furrowed as you thought about what she said about documenting every time he reached out to you and how it could ultimately help. You glanced down at the phone sitting in the cupholder. You had blocked every number Paul had contacted you from. You had even taken the initiative in blocking his email account, too. You were en route to get a new phone number. Now, though, you were wondering if you had jumped the gun in all of that.

You liked to believe that getting a brand new number would mean that Paul wouldn’t be able to reach you. But if him reaching you could ultimately help you, to provide you with something tangible to use to take action against him….

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t believe it had gotten to the point where you were really considering letting this happen.

Bradley reached across the seat to squeeze your hand, startling you. You were so lost in thought that you hardly noticed that he had pulled into a parking space in front of the cell phone carrier store. He must have clocked the change in your expression when you turned to look at him by the way his changed, too.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You tried to figure out how to articulate what it was that you were feeling without making it seem like you had lost it completely.

“Is this the best idea?” you finally settled on, and when your boyfriend asked you what you meant, you pushed forward. “Sadie said that anything he does can be used against him, to help prove he’s been…” you cut yourself off as the word popped in your head. It had been said earlier, and you knew deep down that’s exactly what it was. But saying that S word made it that much realer to you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “To help prove he’s been doing everything he has. And if..If I disconnect my number, isn’t that almost like, I don’t know, getting rid of an opportunity?”

He didn’t respond right away, but his grip on your hand tightened just the tiniest bit, and the thumb on his other hand tapped a quick rhythm against the steering wheel he was still holding. Those thick eyebrows of his that you loved so much furrowed together as he processed your jumbled explanation of feelings. Finally, he let go of your hand and reached to take the keys out of the ignition, killing the engine. He nodded toward the store in front of you.

“Let’s go inside. I have an idea.”

He was out of the Bronco before you could protest, and you hurried after him, confused. He held his hand out to you from the sidewalk.

“Bradley, what are we doing?” you asked, tugging him to a stop before you could get to the door of the store. He looked at you with what you could only describe as a determined look, touched with something close to desperation.

“Just trust me, okay? And please don’t say no.”

His words left you even more confused, but there was something about his eyes and the feeling he was emanating that you couldn’t help but nod.

He held the door open for you and you were approached by a salesman almost immediately, and before you could say anything when he asked if there was something he could help you with, Bradley was speaking up.

“I was hoping to add a new phone and number to my plan.”

“Of course. What’d you have in mind?”

He looked down to you with that same determined look on his face, but it was softer now. His smile was small but reassuring, and he squeezed the hand still held in his.

“Pick out what you want.”

“B….”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you could hear the words he spoke into your hair, only for you. “This way you can keep the other one on but not have to worry about dealing with it. Because you’re right, it could be useful. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you put up with the stress of seeing it everyday. Please, Bug. Let me do this for you.”

You knew how much Bradley cared for you, but this was a big gesture. You had never been one to accept help easily, especially not financially, and part of you felt that getting a new phone on his plan would be too much. It took you a moment, but eventually, you swallowed the protest that was ready on your lips. When you nodded, you both felt and heard the sigh of relief that he let out.

You knew how supportive of your independence he was, but you wondered if sometimes what he needed was for you to let him do things like this.

Picking something out was fairly simple, just going with an upgraded version of what you already had. You stood together at the counter as everything was set up and added, Bradley signing the necessary paperwork. You wrapped both your arms around one of his, pressing a kiss into his clothed bicep. You let your eyes flutter closed and breathed in the scent of him. He always had a way of calming your nerves and making you feel safe, even in the midst of chaos. You weren’t really sure what you did to deserve him, but you wanted to hold onto him forever.

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Sadie called you on Thursday, about an hour before you were scheduled for a phone interview for the job you were crossing your fingers for, to let you know that your court date had been set for 3 weeks out. You spent the next thirty minutes trying to breathe through the panic that settled on your chest like a semi-truck. Tears stung in your eyes, wondering how the hell your life had gotten to this point. Then your phone buzzed with a text from Bradley, and you couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped you.

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: You got this, baby! Proud of you. Have a great interview.

He always had a way of knowing exactly when you needed him, even if he didn’t realize it. You wanted to tell him about the court date, to seek that additional comfort that you knew he would provide you without question. But you remembered what both he and Sadie had told you earlier in the week, about living as normally as possible, and you knew they were right. You couldn’t let this ruin the possibilities in front of you. You wouldn’t.

You typed out a response as you forced some of the anxiety out, taking exaggerated breaths to combat it until eventually, it worked.

I love you, B.

Bradley🐓✈️❤️: Love you, Bug. Go get ‘em.

Despite the feelings that had threatened to overwhelm you right before the interview, you did go get ‘em, just like Bradley had said. You got an email about coming in for an in person interview less than two hours after you had hung up the phone, and it was the following Friday that found you sitting on the couch, waiting for Bradley to get home. You were practically vibrating with excitement by the time he finally walked through the door. He didn’t even get a chance to take his keys out of the lock before you were jumping up.

“I got the job!” you blurted out.

Bradley looked startled for a second, no doubt at how sudden and loud you spoke, and his forehead crinkled like he wondered what you were talking about before it clicked. His dark eyes widened and a grin started making its way onto his face as he dropped his bag and hurried to where you were standing in the living room of the apartment. “You got it?”

You nodded rapidly, your giddy smile so large that it was making your cheeks hurt. “I got it.”

Bradley yelled your name in excitement right before he swept you off your feet. You giggled as he spun you around, feeling weightless in his strong arms. “I knew you could do it!” Eventually, he set you down, but he didn’t let you go far. He pulled you flush against him in a tight embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, Bug," he said, his voice conveying just how truthful he was being. “You deserve this.”

You leaned into him, feeling safe and loved and happy in his arms. "Thank you,” you murmured, accepting the kiss that he placed on your lips.

“We should celebrate,” he said. “Order in something delicious? Open another bottle of wine we got in San Bernardino?”

That sounded lovely, and you absolutely wanted to do that. But aside from the meeting with Sadie almost two weeks ago and the in person interview that you had two days prior, you hadn’t left Bradley’s apartment since you got back from the cabin. You were hiding away, whether you admitted it or not. You didn’t want to do that anymore.

“Let’s go out.”

If Bradley was surprised, he didn’t show it. He didn’t ask if you were sure, or if you thought it was a good idea. He searched your eyes for nothing more than a moment before he was squeezing your hip and nodding.

He trusted you enough to know that if you said it’s what you wanted, you meant it. And that meant more than you could ever say.

You enjoyed dinner out at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants, sipping a margarita and eating your weight in chips and queso and spicy tacos. Bradley sat close to you in the booth, finishing off your plate when you couldn’t eat anymore, and you spent the entire meal laughing and flirting with one another like a regular date should be. And when you were done, you made your way to the Hard Deck. You had shot off a text to some of your friends while Bradley did the same to his before dinner, and you were ecstatic when you spotted Anna already amongst the rest of the aviators. You met her with a hug, and when she introduced you to her boyfriend, you were pleasantly surprised when Bradley already seemed to know him.

“We’ve been deployed together before. He’s a good guy,” he told you once the two had made their way over to the bar for refills, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face at how things seemed to be falling into place.

You greeted the rest of Bradley’s friends with the same enthusiasm, genuinely glad to see them.You hugged Jake and Javy a little harder, whispering a soft thank you to them. You had never gotten the opportunity to do so after they had went and got your car out of that parking lot all those weeks ago, but both of them just shrugged it off like it was nothing. You knew that everyone probably was aware of what was going on with you, at least to a certain extent, but you appreciated so much how they didn’t seem to look or treat you any differently than they had before.

Bradley slipped a drink into your hand as you mingled with both of your friends. He was a warm presence at your back, his arm wrapped around you with one of his fingers hooked into the belt loop at the front of your jeans. You tilted your head back to look at him with a smile, and he clinked the rim of his beer bottle against the side of your glass. “Here’s to you, baby,” he murmured into your ear, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that went through your body. When Jake and Bob roped him into a game of pool at the tables not too far away a few minutes later, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before walking off.

You spent some time with Anna and her boyfriend, and talked with Mickey about the latest true crime documentary that you both had watched. It was after your dart had literally embedded itself into the wall when you were playing with Javy that you said you needed a break. There were tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing, and your cheeks were starting to hurt from the permanent smile that had been on your face all night. Bradley was still enthralled at the pool table, so with a look in his direction, you headed to the bar by yourself for another refill. It wasn’t long before a shoulder was bumping into yours. When you looked over, you smiled in recognition at the dark haired woman beside you. You had greeted her earlier, but hadn’t really had the time for conversation before you were both pulled in opposite directions.

“How are you?” Sadie asked. You thought about your day for a moment, how light and at ease you felt.

“I’m good,” you answered honestly, “It’s been a really great day.”

“I heard Bradley tell Natasha that you got that new job you were vying for - congratulations! You deserve it.”

You felt the excitement hit you all over again at her words, and you knew your smile must look ridiculous at this point as you thanked her.

“I’m glad to finally have something else, you know? This new place genuinely seems great, and it comes with a lot of opportunity.”

“Better than the toxic mess you’re at now?”

You snorted, and it said a lot that not even the mention of your current job brought down your mood. Instead you tilted the freshly refilled glass in your hand in her direction. She set a hand on your wrist for a moment, and you could sense by the look in her eye that she was going to bring up something else about that situation before she even spoke.

“Paul was successfully served his papers about you petitioning for a restraining order,” she told you, and you felt your breath hitch. She heard it too and shook her head. “This is a good thing. It means we’re one step closer to stopping him for good. That’s something to celebrate, too.”

You considered her words for a moment, and you weren’t sure if it was the drinks or just the energy of the night, but you found that part of you actually agreed with her. The mention of his name didn’t immediately make you feel like you were going to spiral, or stir up the same helpless feelings it normally did. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were indifferent in a way that you hadn’t been before. So when Penny slid Sadie her own new drink, you raised your glass to hers, and you toasted to getting this whole thing over with.

Not too much later, you wandered out through the side doors. It was getting hot inside the bar, and the cool night air was blissfully refreshing against your skin. It was surprisingly empty out on the deck, and you appreciated the solitude as you leant against the railing, looking out at the ocean. It was dark, but you could see the dark water and hear it crashing in the distance. You could still hear all the chatter and the juke box from inside the bar floating out, but it was muted, a reminder of where you were while still allowing you the peace and quiet.

The door opened behind you a minute later, and a smile tugged at your lips as Bradley’s deep, raspy voice filled your ears, alerting you to his presence.

“Hey, you. What are you doing out here?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind once he made it to where you were standing. A content noise escaped your throat as you settled back into his chest and laid your own hands over his at your waist. “You doin’ okay?”

“I’m good,” you promised, “Just wanted some air. Was getting hot in there with all of those people.”

You knew he’d know enough to guess that meant it was both the physical temperature, as well as your tendency to need a break from large crowds. It got too much for you sometimes, and on occasion, you just needed a few minutes by yourself to recenter and finish out the night. He hummed in response, and you knew he understood.

You stood there together for a few long moments, not saying anything. You weren’t sure if it was a conscious movement, but he swayed your bodies slightly to the music floating out from inside the bar, some oldies tune that you weren’t sure the name of but you thought you had heard before - probably with him, no doubt. You relished just being in his arms like this. Eventually, though, he broke the peaceful silence.

“Sadie told me something earlier,” he said, and you could hear the hesitancy in his voice, like he wasn’t sure if he should have brought it up before. You made a hum of recognition, nodding your head without looking at him.

“Yeah, she told me too. About the papers.”

Bradley paused as he seemed to gather what it was he wanted to say, so you continued on before he stressed over it too much, squeezing his forearm. “It’s okay. Surprisingly, I felt nothing when she told me. She said it’s something to celebrate because we’re one step closer to getting all of this over with, and I think I agree with her. That has to count as progress, right?”

There was a beat of quiet as your words hung in the air before Bradley murmured your name softly. “Look at me?” he asked.

At his request, you turned to face him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and toyed with the hair on the back of his head like you loved to do. He looked at you with a soft smile, his eyes shining.

“I’m really proud of you, you know that?” he spoke gently, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and trailing his finger down your face. You could feel the heat of affection creep up at his words. You weren’t really sure how to respond. His pride meant a lot to you. Truthfully, everything he did meant a lot. He had always been there for you, even that first night when he had no idea what was going on. He was unwavering in his support and you knew you would be in a completely different situation right now if he wasn’t by your side. You needed him, more than you ever thought possible.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol lowering your inhibitions or the emotions hitting you all of a sudden, or maybe a combination of both, but you found yourself feeling bold, craving him in a way that made your heart race.

"Bradley," you whispered, almost like you wanted to share a secret with him. "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything," he replied, one hand slipping down your back and into the back pocket of your jeans as the other stayed on your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek softly.

"I love you so much," you said, feeling the words spill out of your mouth without thinking.

Bradley's smile grew wider, pink dusting his cheeks. "I love you too, Bug. More than anything."

Feeling emboldened by his words, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly became more passionate as the heat between you intensified. You couldn't get enough of him, and it seemed like he felt the same way. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer before he backed the both of you up into the railing behind you. You moaned into his mouth, feeling your body react. It was like your nerve endings were on fire.

He pulled away, his breaths coming out in ragged pants as he looked down at you. His brown eyes were darkened with what was so blatantly desire, and you loved that he didn’t try to shy away from it.

“Bug…”

“I think I’d like to go home now,” you told him, your mind already made up. You pressed kisses into his jaw and down his neck as he groaned into the open night air.

“Yeah,” he rasped, squeezing your butt through your pants before lifting you into his arms. You squealed as your legs wrapped around his waist and he started toward the parking lot. You didn’t even think about needing to go and say goodbye to all of your friends. “Home sounds like a good idea.”

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You weren’t slated to start at your new job until the following month, but Bradley convinced you that it wasn’t worth having any ties to the company that had caused all of the strife currently in your life for any longer. Your PTO was going to run out in the middle of the following week, and it was decided that you wouldn’t be going back at all. Not submitting a full two week notice was normally something that would make you feel guilty, but after the way they all treated you, you found you didn’t care all that much about how they would react. They were lucky you were going to do it in person to begin with.

“I still think you should just send an email,” Bradley told you, his voice ringing through your car’s bluetooth as you drove toward your soon to be old office. It was late on a Wednesday afternoon, so traffic was light.

“Dropping off my laptop and badge in person means I cut ties quicker,” you rebutted, just like you had done since you told him your plan. You had logged onto your work email last night just to put a meeting on Gretchen’s calendar for this afternoon, for the sole purpose of handing in your things and telling her you quit in person. You got a shot of amusement at imagining what her face was going to look like when you did.

Bradley had wanted to accompany you for all of it, had hated the idea of you going to the office without him, in fact, but he hadn’t been able to slip away from his own work. He had tried to get you to wait until the next day, but you were stubborn. You wanted to get this over with.

Bradley sighed on the other end, and you knew that was his concession. “Call me when you’re done?”

“Of course, B.”

Nerves twisted in your stomach as you made your way inside the building and pressed the button for the correct floor in the elevator. You took a deep, slow breath when the doors shut, trying to calm your beating heart. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but you supposed it was normal.

“You can do this,” you whispered to yourself. You cracked your neck and pushed your shoulders back when the elevator doors slid open, revealing the lobby you had become familiar with for the last year. You walked down the hallway with purpose, and you could feel stares as you did. You knew the majority of your team - Paul included - were in a meeting right now, based on the shared calendars you had taken a look at. But that didn’t mean others wouldn’t look just as hard. You knocked on Gretchen’s door with a firm fist, and she had barely started saying “come in” when you were twisting the knob and opening the door.

She sat behind her desk, her blonde hair as pinstraight as always, and a perfectly manicured nail tapped against her crossed arms. A single eyebrow was raised, and her face just screamed condescension. Any guilt you may have harbored left you as soon as you saw her, and you set your laptop and your badge on her desk with a clank.

“I quit.”

The unpleasant, sour look that Gretchen’s face twisted into stayed with you as you made your way from her office and over to HR, and then all the way back to the elevator, too. You were practically floating at how satisfied you felt. You were so proud of yourself, and so damn relieved for finally being done with this place. You had said your peace and then some, and now you were done. It was a long overdue feeling.

You pulled your phone out once you were in the elevator, and your grin was so persistently large that you thought it’d get stuck there. Bradley picked up almost immediately, and you were sure he had been waiting for your call.

“How’d it go?”

“Gretchen looked like a Warhead got stuck in her throat, and I have never felt so satisfied about causing those feelings in someone.”

Your boyfriend barked out a laugh on the other end, and the sound just made you smile wider. “She deserves it. I’m proud of you, baby.”

You didn’t think you would ever get tired of hearing his praise. It caused a warmth to spread through your whole entire body, and you were already ready to be back in his presence again. You got your keys out of your bag as you walked out of the building and into the parking lot. “Thanks, B. Are you still meeting me at the house?”

That had been the other part of your plan today. You were going to kill two birds with one stone and go to the house and pack up more of your stuff, as the end of your lease was rapidly approaching. Since he hadn’t been able to come with you, instead, you had agreed that he would meet you at the house after you left the office to help. You knew, also, that he didn’t like the idea of you being there on your own. Truthfully, you didn’t either, so you were glad for his insistence.

“I’m packing up to leave and head in that direction in the next five minutes.”

“Alright. I’m going to go to the store and grab some boxes and tape and stuff, and then I’ll head that way. You might beat me there.”

“That’s fine,” he assured you, and with how quick he said it, you were sure that was actually his preference. You felt yourself soften a little bit. You knew he hated not being with you right now.

“I’ll text you when I leave the store,” you promised him as you unlocked your car. “Hey, B?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You pulled out of the parking lot once you had hung up with him, and you were so focused on the elation you had been feeling and what you needed to do that night, that you hadn’t even seen who else had been in the parking lot with you.

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You didn’t spend any more time than necessary in the store, simply running in and grabbing what you needed. Your trunk and backseat were full of boxes and packing supplies, and you shot a text off to Bradley as you had promised once you slid into the front seat. He called you when you were pulling into the neighborhood.

“There was an accident or something on the freeway,” he told you, and you could hear the frustration in his voice. “Traffic’s backed up, so I’m still like 15 minutes out.”

“No worries,” you reassured him, “I’m almost there. I can get started.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and Bradley sounded hesitant when he finally spoke again. “Bug…wait for me to go inside, please.”

“B…”

He must have heard the argument in your voice, because he was quick to continue, the words rushing out. “I know I’m probably just being paranoid and overprotective. But humor me, please? Just wait for me. I should be there soon.”

You pulled into the driveway that wouldn’t be yours for much longer and put the car in park. You knew where he was coming from. Truly, you did. You knew that he had every right to feel that way, and you felt warm at him wanting to protect you.

Bradley let out a sigh of relief when you finally murmured your agreement to stay put. “Thank you, baby. I’ll be there soon okay? I love you.”

“I love you too. See you in a few.”

You hung up the phone and rested your head back against the seat, figuring you might as well get comfortable. You scrolled through your social media aimlessly for a few minutes, but the longer you sat there, the more restless you became. You were eager to get inside and start packing. The quicker you did that, the quicker you would be able to get out of this place for good. A quick glance at your clock said that it was nearing 5pm now, and you knew that there was always a team meeting at this time that Paul would be in. There was no chance.

From when you hung up with him, you figured Bradley would be there in five, ten minutes, tops.

It would be fine.

With that in mind, you grabbed your keys and got out of the car. You grabbed some of the boxes from the trunk and made your way to the front door. You felt the familiar anxiety settle over you as you fumbled with the lock, but you figured it was normal - expected, really, all things considered.

It would be fine.

It was quiet when you walked inside. The air felt almost stale inside, stifling, and there was a weird smell that made your nose scrunch. The eerie quiet sent a shiver down your spine. The first order of business would be hooking your phone up to the bluetooth speaker to surround you with noise instead of this, and maybe lighting a candle.

You dropped your keys into the bowl at the door and set the boxes down against the back of the couch. You had only taken a few steps in when you stopped in your tracks.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and it felt like your heart stopped before it started beating again at a rapid pace.

Your kitchen counter was littered with flowers. Many of them were dead, stems bent and empty, the petals having wilted and fallen from them, the water inside of the vases murky and old. Some were in a weird inbetween stage, a few petals missing but hanging onto some color. And there, front and center, was the biggest vase out of the bunch. The followers were clearly fresh, so much so that you could almost smell them, if it weren’t for the sour odor of the old ones. Your brain itched with recognition, and you let out a shaky breath when you realized this bouquet was identical to the ones Bradley had delivered to your office months ago, when you first got back together. Identical to the ones that Paul had then gotten you the next day.

There was a folded piece of paper leaning against that vase with your name scrawled across it. Alarm bells were ringing in your head, but you swallowed thickly and took slow, tentative steps. When you got close enough, you could see how there were insects crawling amongst the dead arrangements covering your counter. Your hands were shaking as you reached for the note.

You let out a sound that you could only describe as horrified when you read the words.

Welcome home - I’ve been waiting for you.

You stumbled over your own feet as you took startled steps back.Your vision blurred with tears and panic was settled so heavily on your chest that you couldn’t breathe. You needed to leave. You needed to go back out the door you just came through and wait for Bradley. You had to get away. You needed to get out.

You whipped around, ready to run for the front door, but you didn’t even get a step in before a scream ripped from your throat.

“You’re finally here.”

Paul was standing right there in front of you, between you and the front door.

You were hit with a gut wrenching, terrifying, twisted and sinking realization that you were alone with him.

You were alone with him, and you had nowhere to go.

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imasradiantasthesun · 11 months ago

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i was inspired by this post by @evessupersecrettumbler to create a comparison chart for my headcanons for the D12 gang’s heights :D

i accidentally put Peeta as 5’11 instead of 5’10 lol whoops but point still stands, he’s a lot taller than Katniss. in the first book, she has to stand on her tip toes in order to kiss him on the jaw after the tribute parade. when he's first introduced, Katniss also describes him as "Medium height, stocky build." average height for men in the US is about 5'9. historically, average height has increased over time, and the books take place far in the future, though how this may be affected by the droughts, floods, and other environmental disasters (that a) no doubt affected access to nourishing food, and b) canonically lowered the human population in North America) is unknown to me. so i erred on the side of caution and decided that Peeta's full height is about 5'10, 5'11ish (likely after growing a bit after the 74th Games due to being much more well-fed).

through others’ words about Katniss as well as her own descriptions of herself (including the example above), we know that she is definitely small. off the top of my head i can remember: almost all of the male tributes and at least half of the female tributes in the first book are bigger than her (she also says, "Though I may be smaller naturally […]" in the same scene); in the first book she's small enough to be swallowed up by her sleeping bag; and Peeta says that Katniss, "isn't that very big" in Mockingjay.

while height is primarily determined by genetics, it can also be affected by other factors like medical conditions and malnutrition. in my opinion, both of Katniss's parents were on the shorter side, so she would've been as well anyway, but i think the fact that she was malnourished during a critical period of her childhood (aka after her father died when she was 11) sort of secured it. the average height for a woman in the US is 5'4, though in general the average height range is about 5'0 to 5'7, so the girls' heights vary a lot more than the guys' here. so i put Katniss squarely at 5'3 (on a good day lol)

we know that Gale was taller than 6’0 by the time he was 14, so i imagine him as 6’4; both of his parents are probably quite tall, and he was pretty much done growing by the time he was most heavily hit by malnutrition anyway (again, after his dad died when he was 14). Madge’s father is described as a “tall, balding man”, so i think she would be tall like him as well. she is also the most well-nourished kid in the district, so that probably helped her grow too.

Thom, Bristel, Delly, and Leevy are all basically based off of vibes and my own imagination. we know that Delly was described as (relatively) overweight, but that doesn’t really say anything about her height, so i just put her as 5'5, which is in the middle/slightly higher end of women's average range. Thom and Bristel were able to carry Gale along with Peeta (and i think Haymitch as well?) after he was whipped, so we at least know they’re strong. also, considering the fact that Gale was lying on a board at the time, i think the three of them (Peeta, Thom, and Bristel) were all roughly around the same height so they wouldn’t be uneven when carrying Gale. i also headcanon Thom and Bristel as being first cousins (their fathers are brothers), so they both got their dads' good genetics in terms of height.

there is absolutely nothing to indicate Leevy's height other than the fact that she's from the Seam, so she's malnourished. i headcanon that Leevy and Gale are second cousins through their mothers (specifically, their mothers have the same paternal grandparents), so Leevy's mom could be on the taller end for women, or at least medium height, but i also imagine Leevy's father being pretty short for a man, hence why Leevy is 5'2. heights can vary a lot even between full siblings (for example, my older brother is 8 inches taller than me because the men on my dad's side are always >=6'0 while the women on both sides are average/short), so it's not a stretch at all to say that Gale is more than a foot taller than Leevy despite them being cousins

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #madge undersee #feel free to rb and/or say what you think !!#everlark #thg #delly cartwright #bristel littlefield #thom littlefield #leevy salsbury #cd #hc #holding bright #gadge #meta #my thg/hb meta

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jesterfairy · 3 months ago

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.♠︎.💜 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 💚.♠︎.

Chapter 11: Marked

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Chapter Word Count: 4,958

Fic Summary: Alina Vale dreams of escaping her dead-end life as a diner waitress, finding solace in painting Gotham’s haunting shadows. But when a routine trip to the bank turns into a living nightmare, she finds herself face-to-face with the Joker—a man as captivating as he is terrifying.

As his twisted games unravel her defenses, Alina is forced to confront the pull he has over her, a collision of fear and desire she can’t control. Trapped in his world of chaos and power, survival means facing not only him but the darker parts of herself he’s brought to life.

A story of obsession, control, and the intoxicating allure of letting go.

Genres: Dark romance, Gothic romance, Stalker romance

Pairings: TDK Joker x Female OC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: non-con, extremely dubious consent, violence, psychological manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, slow-burn, toxic relationships, trauma bonding, childhood trauma, graphic sexual content, stockholm syndrome, dead dove do not eat

A/N: Here it is—the chapter I’ve been so excited to finally share! Now that it’s finished, I have to admit… I’m nervous as hell to put this out there. This one is intense, and I really hope you guys like it!

🧨 WARNING 🧨

This chapter contains extremely dubious themes involving sexual coercion and violation. If that’s not your thing, please skip this chapter. This is labeled dark romance for a reason—please mind the warnings list.

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Chapter 11: Marked

Alina forced her legs to move, each step heavy with dread. The wood looked splintered—rough. The thought of lying down on it made her skin crawl, but she pressed on.

The Joker's gaze never wavered, dark eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he drank in every hesitant movement.

“That’s it, dollface...don't be shy."

She lowered her arms onto the table, the coarse wood biting into her chest—and the locket pressing between them, its weight unbearable. The cool metal dug into her skin, a silent accusation. A cruel reminder of everything she had left. Everything she was about to give away.

The table was just a little too tall, forcing her onto her toes. Her heels hovered above the concrete, balance precarious, every inch of her stripped raw with vulnerability.

Behind her, the Joker chuckled darkly.

“That’s better,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good girl.”

Alina bit the inside of her cheek, trying to steel herself against the panic rising in her chest.

She heard the click of his footsteps approaching—slow, deliberate. Her heart pounded in time with every tap.

Click. Clack.

Then—silence.

He was close now. Too close. The heat of him ghosted over her skin, a presence she coudn’t see but could feel—looming, waiting. Her breath hitched, every nerve in her body locking tight.

The steady rhythm of his breathing filled the space between them, stretching unbearably.

Then, finally, he broke the silence.

“Let’s start with the bank,” he mused, his voice unhurried. “Tell me, doll… how did it feel when you first saw me?”

Her throat tightened. She knew what he wanted—to make her relive the horror, to savor it.

Swallowing hard, she forced the words out. “I… I knew it was you—the Joker.”

A dark growl rumbled around her, low and indulgent. “Mmhmm.” The sound slithered through the air—slow, savoring—like a man relishing the last bite of something sinful, something stolen.

“And you felt it, didn’t you? That shiver of recognition when it hit you—who I was, what I could do to you.” His voice dropped, deep and intimate. “Tell me, dollface… did it make your pulse race?”

Alina squeezed her eyes shut, the memory clawing back. “Yes." Her voice wavered. “I felt… helpless.”

The Joker’s laughter coursed through her like a dark current, so rich with satisfaction it sent a shiver sparking to every edge of her body.

"Helpless…" He echoed the word slowly, like he was savoring the taste of it. His voice was thick with unrestrained pleasure. “Just like you are now.”

His sigh ghosted over her neck—warm, taunting. The whisper of his exhale sent goosebumps racing down her spine, every nerve bracing for what came next.

"Knowing there's nothing you can do," he murmured, each syllable steeped in satisfaction. "Knowing I've got you right where I want you..."

Silence. Long. Drawn out. Unbearable.

Then—

“…How does that make you feel?”

She wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, but the words stayed lodged in her throat—frozen by fear and a confusing, dark anticipation. A thrill, sharp and undeniable, like the way her heart used to leap on roller coasters just before the plunge.

That familiar feeling, that dangerous rush, coiled deep inside her.

Fear, she told herself, trying to drown out the whispers of something darker. It had to be fear...

“I... I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in, the heat of him licking at her spine, hovering just above contact. The sharp, smoky bite of gunpowder filled her senses, threaded with something deeper—masculine, invasive.

“Don’t know, huh?” His voice cut through, low, knowing. Too close.

“That’s all right, doll. I’ll help you figure it out.”

Her muscles locked, tight with pain, every inch of her hyper-aware of him—of the space between them shrinking.

But he didn’t touch her. Didn’t need to.

His voice was enough—dark, invasive—sliding over her skin, sinking deep, curling sinfully low in her belly.

“Now, tell me about your apartment,” he said. “When you found my little gift. How did that feel?”

Her stomach clenched. The red smile on her canvas—the terror surged back with overwhelming clarity

“I felt... violated,” she murmured, hardly more than a breath.

The Joker groaned softly, low and barely restrained. The sound slithered through her, stirring something deep, something unbidden.

It was more than just fear. Something worse. Something she didn’t want to name. It coiled low, dark and treacherous. A whisper of sensation that didn’t belong.

She strangled the thought before it could take shape.

No. God, no.

“Mmm, dollface…” He let it linger, a tease more than words...

“I love knowing I got into your space… into your head.” He dipped lower, his breath a slow, taunting heat against her ear. “It’s delicious.”

Then—

A faint clink of metal shattered the silence.

Her breath hitched, pulse hammering as the sound snaked through the air like a threat.

Something unfastening. Leather shifting.

The realization slammed into her all at once—

Panic tightened around her ribs, squeezing unbearably. Every second stretched...

Desperate to regain control, she forced herself to speak. “And... the graveyard,” she choked out. “I felt... trapped. Like you were everywhere. Like I couldn’t escape you.”

The Joker exhaled a slow, indulgent breath, like she’d just told him exactly what he wanted to hear. “Mmm… now that, sweetheart—that's beautiful.”

His warmth curled around her, invading the space between them, close enough that she swore she could feel the whisper of a smile against her skin. “No escape…” he echoed, savoring the words, letting them settle. “That’s the way it should be.” He sighed, the gentle exhale tickling the hairs at the nape of her neck.

Her breath faltered, body instinctively tensing under the intimate, almost unbearable closeness.

“You feel me in your shadow, don’t you?” A dark chuckle. “When you close your eyes, when you're all alone…” He leaned in, breath a ghost against her temple. "Tell me, doll—how many times have you held your breath, just waiting for me to step out of the dark?"

The air thinned, pressing down on her chest, making it impossible to breathe.

And then she heard it again—the faint clink, the whisper of leather.

What was he doing?

Was he—was he really going to—

"And yet, here we are," he murmured, rich with certainty. "You knew I’d come for you. You always knew." A pause, slow and deliberate.

"Because you belong to me."

Alina’s grip tightened on the table, her mind spiraling in a storm of horror, disgust, and something worse—confusion.

No. She wasn’t his. No matter how many times he whispered it, no matter how badly he wanted it to be true…

And yet—

The words slithered into her mind, coiling tight, sinking in like a splinter too deep to pull free.

Then—

That ominous sound: the rustle of fabric.

Not knowing what was coming—it was unbearable, the fear strangling her until she thought she’d choke on it.

“What are you doing?” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

He took a slow breath, drawn out, savoring. "Wouldn’t you like to know?’ he rasped, his voice thick, almost... breathless. ‘But don’t worry, dollface. I won’t lay a hand on you... not tonight, anyway.’"

His words hung in the air, heavy with menace.

Alina’s heart stuttered as a fresh wave of dread washed over her.

“But I’ll tell you what," he continued, voice smooth as silk, edged with something darker. "You’ve been such a good girl… maybe I ought to reward you. Something better than books. Something a little more... comfortable."

Alina stiffened. A trap. She knew it, felt it tightening around her like an invisible snare.

“I’ve got something real nice for you in that bag I pulled you're books from, sweetheart,” the Joker continued. “Sheets, a pillow. Maybe something extra soft to sleep on. You’re still cold, aren’t you?”

He let the silence stretch, reveling in it. Watching her squirm.

She didn’t reply. Didn’t move.

"All you have to do is answer one more question for me, and..."

The pause was unbearable, heavy with promise, thick with something darker.

Then—closer now, his breath a ghost against her skin—

"Take that skirt off."

Every nerve in her body froze, her mind screaming against the crushing weight of his demands. No, no. This was sick—a line she couldn’t bring herself to cross.

She swallowed hard, nails biting into the wood beneath her fingers. She should refuse. Should fight. Should say something.

But then—

"Come on, doll," he coaxed, smooth as sin. "Just a little more. What’s one more step, huh?"

Alina clenched her jaw, her teeth sinking into her lip, the sharp jolt of pain a fleeting distraction from the storm inside her.

She couldn’t do this. Wouldn't.

She would rather die than give him this.

But the cold…it clawed at her, whispering that she had no choice. The promise of warmth—a pillow, sheets—it was almost unimaginable.

A sick dread crept into her veins. She was at the edge now, teetering between survival and surrender, the line between them blurring, dissolving.

He leaned in, his fingers barely grazing the edge of the table beside hers��close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough that her skin prickled with the ghost of a touch that never came. But she felt it anyway—her breath hitching, sharp and shallow, as if the air itself had thickened, pressing in, trapping her.

"What’s it going to be, sweetheart?" His whisper curled around her, dark and coaxing. "Do we have a deal?"

Her fingers gripped the rough wood, her knuckles white as she fought against the rising tide of desperation. She hated him—hated how he twisted everything, how he dangled survival like a cruel joke, knowing she had no other choice.

Sheets. A pillow. Comfort. Warmth.

It was too much to resist.

Slowly, painfully, she forced herself to speak. Her voice barely audible as the words left her lips. “What... what kind of sheets?”

She could hear the grin in his voice before he even spoke.

“Knew you’d come around, doll,” he crooned. “Soft ones. Real nice. None of that cheap motel crap.” He paused, letting the words settle. Then, almost teasing— “Maybe even flannel...to keep you extra cozy.”

Alina closed her eyes—considering. She could feel the humiliation creeping in, knowing what she was about to do, but the promise of warmth—of just a little bit of comfort in this endless nightmare... It was too much.

She couldn’t fight it, couldn’t fight him.

But, this wasn’t surrender, she told herself.

This wasn’t about him. It was about survival. About warmth. About keeping herself sane enough to make it through another night.

That was all.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the waistband of her skirt, fingers quaking with shame and cold. She tried to block out the sickening pleasure she knew he was getting from this, but it was impossible.

She could feel his eyes burning into her, watching her every move, devouring her vulnerability, her surrender.

She took in a sharp breath, a desperate attempt to steady herself.

Slowly, painfully, she peeled the skirt down her legs, her heart pounding in her chest as the fabric pooled around her ankles. The cold air hit her bare skin, sending a shiver through her body, but she didn’t look back at him.

She couldn’t.

She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the rough wood, her hands gripping the table for support as she lay there.

Exposed. Shaking. Ashamed.

He let out a low, pleased hum. “Good girl,” he purred, thick with a satisfaction that crawled under her skin and made her stomach twist.

“Look at you, trembling so perfectly...almost like you were made to fall apart for me.”

Alina’s throat tightened, the cold air bitting at her painfully exposed flesh. She could feel her heartbeat thrumming against the wood, each rapid thud ricocheting back into her chest.

The faint clinking sound of his belt buckle echoed again, sending a fresh wave of panic through her.

Please no...

But he didn’t move closer. Instead, his voice slithered through the air, low and heavy with sadistic pleasure.

“Now... tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Standing there, so... vulnerable. So... at my mercy. How does it feel knowing I can see everything? Knowing I could do anything I want to you, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me?”

Her breath caught, heart hammering as the weight of his words sank in. She wanted to lash out, to fight, to hurl every ounce of her hatred and disgust in his face. But the words wouldn’t come.

Beneath the anger and loathing, something darker was stirring—a treacherous heat curling low in her stomach like a slow-burning poison.

It clawed at her, twisting her fear into something raw, something shamefully potent.

Every instinct screamed at her to resist, to stand her ground, but she was shrinking under his command.

Why did she feel so small? So utterly powerless? She had never felt so out of control—so disgusted with herself. It was as if she were a puppet, strings pulled by hands she couldn’t see, her every move dictated by him.

She hated him, hated the way he twisted her fear into something darker, something shameful. But what disgusted her most was the part of her that answered—that responded to his dominance.

Was she really that broken?

Maybe she was. But she would be damned if she let him see it.

She swallowed hard, forcing her voice steady.

“It feels cold.”

Joker chuckled darkly, clearly savoring her quiet resistance. “Cold, huh? Well, don’t worry, dollface. You’ll be warm soon enough.” His voice dropped, low and heavy, carrying a sinister promise that made the air around her thicken.

Alina’s legs trembled so violently now that she could barely keep herself on her toes, every muscle in her body aching from the strain. The urge to collapse, to fold in on herself and disappear from the world, clawed at her. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he gave her what he’d promised.

Suddenly, the faint shuffle of fabric behind her sent a jolt through her body, and she braced herself for the worst. But then, his voice came again—low, taunting, and dripping with mockery.

“You’ve done well, sweetheart. So... here’s your reward.”

She didn’t dare look back, but she heard the soft thud of something being tossed onto the bed behind her.

A set of sheets. A pillow. The promise of comfort, so close she could almost feel it.

“Now...if you’re interested, I’ve got something else for you. A bonus.”

He set something on the table, just beside her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse—a thick, plush comforter. Far better than the thin blanket he’d given her before.

But what would it cost her?

The dread coiled tighter in her stomach as his voice crept into her ears. “If you really want this blanket... well, that’ll cost you a little more. Just one more step, doll. What do you say?”

He wasn’t done with her. He never would be. No matter how much she gave, he would always want more.

And the worst part was, she didn’t know if she could bring herself to say no.

“Come on, dollface,” he coaxed, his voice soft, almost playful. “You know you want it. Just a little more, and you can sleep like a queen.” He let out a low, dark chuckle. “Well, as much of a queen as you can be down here.”

Her heart pounded harder, her chest tight with dread, but she couldn’t deny the pull of temptation.

A thick, cozy blanket. Real warmth. Something more than just bare survival.

Her mind screamed at her to resist, to keep whatever shred of dignity she had left. But her body ached with cold and exhaustion, the edges of her vision blurring with fatigue. She felt herself swaying slightly, her balance faltering.

“I…” Her voice cracked, the words lingering painfully in her throat. She swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she forced herself to speak again. “What… what do you want?”

The Joker’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur. “I think you already know, sweetheart.”

Her heart sank.

Of course she knew. She wasn't dense.

His fingers lingered on the edge of the table, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if savoring every second. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, his presence consuming.

“Take them off,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, each syllable sending a pulse of heat through her. “And I'll give you the blanket.”

Alina’s entire body stiffened, her breath catching as the weight of his demand settled over her. She wanted to recoil, to spit out a refusal, but the words wouldn't come. She was too weak, too tired.

Too desperate.

The blanket loomed at the edge of her vision, plush, inviting—she could almost feel its warmth cocooning her, chasing away the relentless cold.

This was survival; dignity had no place here.

Her fingers faltered as they reached for the lace waistband of her underwear, her mind screaming at her to stop, to find another way...

But there was no other way.

Slowly, painfully, she peeled the panties down her hips, the fabric whispering down her legs as her entire body shuddered with a mix of cold and shame.

She stood there, trembling, her breath shallow and ragged, her body bare—exposed to him.

She could feel his eyes snaking over her, could almost hear the grin stretching wider across his face as he drank in the sight of her submission.

The humiliation burned hotter than the cold ever could, searing into her skin as her fingers gripped the edge of the table for support.

She had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly powerless and ashamed.

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable.

Then—after what felt like an eternity—

"God, you're so perfect like this, doll," he purred, his voice low and thick with dark desire. "So beautifully exposed... so damn obedient."

He leaned in, so close, so painfully close that her body reacted before her mind could process it. Her back arched involuntarily, every inch of her desperate for contact, pulled by the magnetic force of his proximity. The heat between her thighs flared into an unbearable, traitorous ache—shameful, uncontrollable, twisting inside her.

"You're trembling," he murmured, his lips nearly brushing against the delicate curve of her neck. "Is that fear, or something else, Alina?"

Her breath hitched as his words sunk deep into her, unraveling something inside her, something she’d tried to lock away. She fought to steady herself, but his proximity, his touch, it all blurred the lines between anger and something else—something dark, something she couldn’t ignore.

He shifted closer, his body almost pressed against hers, every inch of her sensitive skin acutely aware of the tension in the air. “I know you’re fighting it,” he whispered, his voice low and knowing. “But deep down, you want this. Don’t you?”

She bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, as the flood of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Then, as though sensing her hesitation, his voice dropped even lower, slithering into her ear with a dark satisfaction. "So...” He let the word hang in the air, thick with tension. “How did it feel, dollface? When I told you I’d been watching you sleep… How did you really feel when you realized I’d been in your apartment… so close to you?”

Her eyes flew open, the memory slamming into her with the force of a blow. That moment had been a violation unlike any other, a terror so profound it defied words. She remembered the cold fear, the way her heart raced, the suffocating realization that he was everywhere—always so near, always watching.

Her hands clenched into fists, her breath ragged. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it had affected her, how deeply he had burrowed into her mind, but the words slipped out before she could stop them.

“I… I felt exposed,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath, but it cut through the thick silence like a knife.

The Joker’s laugh was soft, almost tender in its cruelty. "Exposed…" he repeated, savoring the word as it lingered between them. "Oh, you felt it, didn’t you? That horror creeping in...knowing I held the upper hand all along. That in your little world of safety, you were never really alone.”

Her stomach churned, bile clawing its way up as the sickening realization sank in—this was what he craved. Her fear, her vulnerability—it was sustenance to him, a dark, twisted pleasure she could feel in every sharp inhale of his quickened breaths.

“What else did you feel, hmm?” His voice dropped lower, a dark, intimate rasp. “Tell me more. Don’t hold back now.”

She fought to steady her breath, her mind screaming not to give him anything else, but her voice betrayed her. “I… I felt violated.”

That drew a sharp inhale from him, and she heard it—the way his breath hitched with pleasure, the way his voice turned almost reverent. “Violated,” he whispered, savoring the word. “Yes… that’s it. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

His soft, taunting laughter echoed through the room, wrapping around her and amplifying the helplessness that threatened to drown her.

“You hated it, didn’t you?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Knowing I was there. Knowing I could’ve done anything I wanted while you were sleeping… so soft… so helpless.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing back the tears that threatened to fall. But she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

The Joker’s laugh was low, breathless. “God, I can still see it now… the look on your face when I told you. The way the fear sank in. That realization.” He let out another breathy chuckle, the sound more intimate than anything she’d ever heard from him. “It was beautiful.”

His breathing deepened, each inhale weighted and deliberate, as if her words alone had awakened something dark and primal within him.

Then she heard it again—the rustle of fabric, the metallic clink. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her mind spiraling with questions.

What was he doing?

She thought she knew, but the reality was too horrifying to fully grasp.

Dread crawled over her skin, cold and suffocating. She wanted to turn, to see, but the her fear kept her rooted.

“And you know the best part?” His voice was ragged—thick with pleasure. “You’ll never feel safe again. Not when I’m around. Every time you close your eyes, you’ll wonder if I’m there… watching. Waiting.”

He chuckled, low and drawn out. “You’ll never escape me, dollface,” he rasped. “Not in here…not even in that beautiful little head of yours.”

Alina’s throat tightened, her stomach twisting painfully as she swallowed back her tears.

She loathed him. She loathed herself for doing this. But she couldn’t deny the flood of relief that swept through her when she heard the soft thud of the blanket being tossed onto the bed behind her.

“You’ve earned it,” Joker murmured.

The room seemed to close in tighter as she stood there, shivering, bare and splayed out for him. Every inch of her body was shaking now as she struggled to hold herself up on her tiptoes, the jagged wood of the table pressing sharply into her chest.

She waited. The silence wrapped around her like a living thing, slithering over her skin, waiting to sink its claws in. Her heartbeat pounded in a frenzied rhythm against the wood, each thud ricocheting back into her chest.

What now?

What more could he take? She had given him everything he asked for. Surely, this was enough.

Maybe now, he would finally let her go.

But then—

The sounds only grew stronger. His breathing—low, ragged, hungry. The rustling—faster now, more frantic.

A sharp inhale. A slow, deliberate exhale.

"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his voice thick with raw desire, barely more than a rasp. "You have no idea how hard it is... not to touch you right now."

His words slid through her like poison—threading though her veins until she could feel him inside her, curling around her insides like a sickness.

Her breath stilled, trapped in her throat, her pulse hammering so violently she swore he could hear it.

The silence that followed was unbearable. Thick. Stretched. Smothering. She was drowning under his gaze, pinned her beneath the weight of his possession.

But then, without warning, she heard him move behind her. Faster now—with whatever he was doing...

A shift of fabric, the slow, deliberate drag of leather slipping against skin.

Her entire body tensed, every muscle coiled in apprehension as her mind swirled in a chaotic storm of fear and anticipation. She could hear his breaths deepen, each one sending a fresh wave of distress through her.

“You’ve done well, sweetheart,” he growled softly, the words vibrating with something dark and dangerous just beneath the surface. “So... here’s a little something extra to keep you warm.”

And then—the unmistakable sound.

A low, throaty groan—drawn out, ragged.

Something hit her skin. Warm. Wet.

Her breath seized, a sharp gasp breaking free.

No... no... it can’t be...

But the undeniable warmth was there, slicking down her bare flesh in a shameless descent.

The realization slammed into her like a violent blow, the shock seizing her mind and turning her limbs to stone.

She couldn’t move.

She couldn’t.

Her pulse pounded—hard, frantic—each beat a reminder that she was still here, still trapped in this nightmare.

Behind her, he laughed—a dark, unhinged sound that echoed through the room like nails scraping against glass.

Humiliation crashed over her, coiling tight and twisting deep.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “There, there, doll. I told you I wouldn’t touch you. And I kept my promise… technically.” His laughter erupted again, manic and chilling, filling the room with a twisted kind of glee.

She wanted to cry. To run. To claw it off her skin—to erase the revolting heat of his release that now clung to her. But no sound escaped her lips, no movement. She was frozen in place, pinned by the weight of the humiliation and rage that flooded through her veins like venom.

The Joker stalked around the front of the table, leering at her with a sick fascination. “I wish I could have seen the look on your face,” he jeered with a cruel smirk. “Would have been priceless.”

Alina bit back the urge to retch as she stared down at the table. She could feel the hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

He crouched down to her level, his grin sharp and mocking. “I told you I like to play, didn’t I?” His eyes devoured every flicker of her reaction. “And this… this was just the beginning.”

The Joker tilted his head, savoring every pulse of her shame. “And to think…” He hissed, low and taunting. “If you’d do this for a blanket… what else will you give me?” He leaned in, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “I can’t wait to find out.”

His laughter rang out, sharp and mocking, echoing in her ears like a maddening refrain.

Alina’s fists clenched against the table, her nails biting into her palms as the rage finally surged to the surface. Something inside her snapped, white-hot and blinding.

How dare he?

How dare he!

In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to claw his laughing eyes out, to rip that smug, twisted grin off his face.

She couldn’t stop herself, the words tearing free, fueled by the rage that had been simmering beneath her terror all along.

“You’re a fucking monster!” she snarled, her voice shaking with fury.

But the Joker’s grin didn’t falter—in fact, it seemed to stretch wider, his eyes gleaming with a wild, manic light.

He leaned in close, his breath hitching with laughter.

“Yes, I am,” he said, with a mad delight. “And you, dollface, are just starting to see how much fun we’re going to have.”

He threw his head back, laughter spilling out in wild, unhinged bursts, bouncing off the walls and pressing in like a tightening noose.

Then, just as suddenly, it stopped.

His gaze snapped back to hers, the room thick with silence. His grin faded, replaced by something darker—something certain.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he murmured, voice low and sure. “Sooner than you think.”

And then, as if nothing had happened, he gestured casually toward her mattress. “Go on, sweetheart. The sheets are yours. You’ve earned them.” His grin returned, the amusement never leaving his eyes. “Enjoy.”

With that, he turned, sauntering toward the door with a lazy, satisfied ease. The heavy metal groaned as it swung shut, followed by the cold, final click of the lock—sealing her in.

She collapsed onto the cold floor, shivering, stunned, hugging her knees as if she could erase herself.

But nothing would take this away. Not even time.

A sob broke free, then another, then more, until they swallowed her whole.

She hated herself for breaking. For letting him win. But more than anything, she hated the part of her that responded—the dark flicker of arousal that coiled, shameful and unwanted, under the weight of his control

She felt sick. Dirty. Like she’d betrayed herself on a fundamental level.

His pleasure on her skin was unbearable, sticky and revolting, the humiliation choking her as she curled in tighter.

This wasn’t just survival anymore. It was something darker, something far more twisted.

And she didn’t know how much longer she could take it.

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A/N: So… what do we think of what Joker did to Alina in this chapter? Sick bastard, right? And yet, somehow, he’s still so damn charming. I hate him. I love him. I’m going straight to hell for this. 💀🖤😂

I’d love to hear what you thought about this chapter! Even if you hated it—tell me! Your feedback means the world to me. Even if it’s just an emoji, that’s cool too. Just knowing there are real people out there reading this would mean so much. 💜🖤💚

I’m so excited to finish up the next few chapters—things are about to take a huge turn for these two in the best (and darkest) way. Writing dark romance is my absolute favorite, and I can’t wait to share what’s coming next! 😩🔥

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