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happyzyx · 10 months

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zhang yixing for basic stardom magazine, 21st issue 2023 – interview transcription

THE DREAMER FROM CHANGSHA: An Interview with Chinese Rapper and Performer Lay Zhang

Tagged the “King of China” by his fans in Asia, the highly-praised musician, dancer, actor, and author, Lay Zhang, is rising to glory as he continues to hone his craft and inspire the world with infinite ambition. Headlining MetaMoon last year, the inaugural New York-based music festival, as part of his first-ever solo global tour “Grand Line 2: Infinite Lands” and releasing into 2023 with a remarkable agenda.

While getting his start from the well known K-Pop boy group EXO, Zhang furthered his growth as an individual artist, accumulating over 70 million followers across all social media platforms and magnifying his career through evocative performances and stellar roles in both television and film. His captivating journey has not only forged him into an international superstar, but has also led him to become the highest-ranked Mando-pop star on the Billboard 200 chart in 2018, and the first Chinese artist to enter the iTunes Top 60 in the U.S. with his third solo album Namanana.

Q. You dove headfirst into the music industry after enrolling in the Star Academy talent show in 2005, where you unexpectedly became a finalist in the series. While you never thought you’d ever become an artist, what changed for you during this time in your life?

ZYX. While Star Academy, I was critiqued a few times on stage for not being professional enough. Hearing that gave me the motivation to prove them wrong and become better in all aspects. I like proving people wrong. It’s a good challenge. At the time, I wanted to prove to the judges and fans that I could be better. Becoming the artist I am today wasn’t what I originally had in mind. Looking back, I think I became an artist as I started to improve on my weaknesses. It was not a conscious choice, but rather the desire to prove that I could be better and show everyone that I could be professional.

Q. In 2008, you trained as a performer in South Korea, eventually debuting as a part of the K-pop group EXO. Talk to us about your journey and how you ended up here and now.

ZYX. Going to Korea and leaving both my hometown Changsha and my mother was scary. There were hours and hours of training in a completely foreign environment. Sometimes, after training, I would go downstairs to the practice room and learn how to produce music. It was unusual for a trainee to be that interested in producing music and I was not very good at it. Becoming a dancer for SHINee was a huge milestone for me. It showed me that I was on the right path. Then, when I made it into EXO, I was overjoyed. In the early days, we traveled a lot between China, Japan, and South Korea. There were a lot of happy memories going into the studio and practicing new songs with my members, but nothing could compare to performing with them live. I felt, and still feel, so proud to be an EXO member and to see everything that we accomplished together. When I started doing more solo activities, I found it challenging. All of a sudden I had to do things alone and without my members by my side. It was hard, but it made me grow and helped me to become the person I am today. Now, my schedule is always filled with commercial shoots, television shows, variety shows, recording music, and trying to be an entrepreneur.

Q. After 10 years with EXO, you finally decided to focus on your solo career. How did your experiences with EXO and in South Korea influence the artist, dancer, and businessman you are today?

ZYX. My brothers in EXO gave me so much strength and motivation to become the best artist and person I could be. I did a lot of training in Korea. While it was tough, it gave me the skills I needed to become an artist and dancer that I am today. I reflect on those days often when I help train my trainees. I want to make sure I give them everything I had and more. I met a lot of talented people who took the time to explain things and trained me. I have deep gratitude for that time in my life.

Q. How did you discover your individual sound and personal brand since venturing out on your own? Who and/or what have been some of your most prominent influences?

ZYX. I’m not sure that I have found my sound yet. I like making music and performing. I would love to spend all of my time on stage and in the studio, but I think it’s the same with my brand, where I’m still experimenting and in the process of discovering it. Now that I’m over 30, I have to figure out who I want to be in the next decade. In the past, I’ve taken inspiration from people who have been able to dance, sing, and perform. I also appreciate people who are kind and hardworking.

Q. Sharing your culture with the world is incredibly important to you. Talk to us about the process of merging languages, as well as Eastern and Western influences into your music.

ZYX. I am blessed to have many talented musician friends around the world. Normally, I’ll work with a producer and songwriter in Los Angeles. I’ll have about a week of song camp sessions where we are locked in the studio from noon to midnight. We’ll spend time making music, vibing and dancing nonstop. I also learn a lot of English and we eat a lot of cookies during these sessions. Once we’re done, I’ll take the recording back to China and talk to my team and other creative friends about how we can incorporate Chinese instruments and stories into the music.

Q. How does it feel to be named the “King of China” by your fans and community?

ZYX. I don’t know if I’m the “King of China”. That’s a strong statement. I am just Lay Zhang from Changsha, China. I am a man who loves the people of his country and making music. For me, music is my arena where I get to challenge myself and others. I want to experiment and make better music. Sometimes, I’m down to “battle” people when it comes to music, but it’s always in good spirits and fun.

Q. You are in the process of making new music to be released this year. Talk to us about your creative process. Is there something you do to get into a creative state of mind?

ZYX. Music gets me excited and making music gets me even more excited. I’m always looking for a reason to get into the studio. I don’t really need to put myself in a creative state of mind. I wait all day, sometimes weeks, to get into the studio and explore my ideas. and if I can’t wait any longer, I’ll just pull out my laptop and start making beats whenever I am. I always enjoy testing out my ideas and making music feels like the most natural medium for me to express them right now.

Q. How do you think your music is being experienced by others?

ZYX. I hope people are happy when they listen to my music. When they play songs like “Veil”, I hope they are dancing in a room with their friends and having a good time. I live seeing people so covers and reacting to my music in different ways.

Q. What kind of impact do you hope to achieve through your artistry and career as a whole?

ZYX. I hope that I can inspire to not only go after their dreams, but to also give it their all as they pursue them. Dreams are precious and beautiful. I want people to treat their dreams with the most respect. Respecting your own dreams will make them come true.

Q. In what ways do you ensure you are continuously evolving, both as an artist and the person you are away from the public eye?

ZYX. I have many teachers, mentors, and staff who give me a lot of advice. They’ll tell me the ways in which they think I should work on my vocals or how to handle certain meetings. I always want the people around me to be honest—all facts, no cap. If I’m not good, let me know so that I can get better.

Q. What message would you like to send to the world about who you are and what you stand for?

ZYX. Hi, it’s Lay. I’m a dreamer who hopes that everyone can achieve their dreams in this lifetime.

Q. Can you tell us about a project or piece of work that you’re particularly proud of?

ZYX. I live all my projects like they are my children. No child is better than the other and they all came at important stages of my life. My most recent project was West, and this was fun to release because “Veil”, the title song of the EP, was made almost five years ago, back in 2018. I normally make my records at least a year in advance, so it was great to hear “Veil” again. When I discussed it with my team, we all knew it needed to finally come out. With West, I even made “3 Wishes” on Zoom. We were in little boxes waving to each other and just hoping the internet was good enough so that we could hear all the sounds being made. Then, we’d go offline, do our own parts, and send them. There were times when someone would get knocked offline and then we’d have to wait even longer. The making of West was very fun and different project.

Q. How do you handle creative blocks or moments of self-doubt?

ZYX. To be honest, I don’t have many creative blocks, but that is probably because I’m constantly learning and doing something different. Self-doubt is tough, but I’m always reminded of all the people I have around me who depend on me. I also think about my fans who have supported me this entire time. It gives me the power to know I can’t let them down.

Q&A

Q. Who is your favorite designer?

ZYX. Pier Paolo Piccioli. He has been just a dear friend to me.

Q. What are the last three songs you played?

ZYX. “3 Wishes” by LAY, an unreleased demo I’ve been working on, and “God’s Plan” by Drake.

Q. How would you describe yourself in five words or less?

ZYX. Artistic, determined, passionate, a dreamer, and serious.

Q. What is the most challenging aspects of being and artist of your stature?

ZYX. There is a lot to do. My schedule has always been packed and full of activities. It’s a good thing because it means people still like me and want to see me. As I get older, I know I’ll get less popular, and fewer people will care about my music and career. It’s a big scary to be totally honest. It’s something that I will have to learn to deal with.

Q. What would be doing right now, if it wasn’t for your music career?

ZYX. If I wasn’t an artist today, I would probably be a music teacher. I would definitely still be doing something related to music.

Q. Who would you most like to collaborate with?

ZYX. I want to work with people who are innovating and pushing themselves creatively. I feel so inspired by people who are able to produce, write and sing. I really aspire to work with open-minded people.

Words by KIMBERLY HADDAD

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years

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chaoticrebels · 10 months

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Name: Tinkerbell

Nickname: Tink

Alias: Miss Bell, Little-Miss-Spare-Parts

Birthday: Unknown

Age: Appears 22 but in truth, decades old however she ages really slow.

Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic. {Bi}

Location: Neverland, Pixie Hollow

Species: Never Fairy

Powers: Several

Occupation: Tinker, Peter Pan's sidekick

Height: 5′2″

Weight: 115 lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair color: Blonde, sometimes dyed

Piercings: Ears

Tattoos: None

Scars: none

Faceclaim: Dove Cameron

Powers and Abilities

Flight

Fairy Magic - Use of fairy dust and/or fairies' wands to do magic.

Produces Pixie Dust

Enhanced inventing and forging

Pyrokinesis

Shapeshifting

Personality

Despite her cute appearance, Tinker Bell is very sassy, feisty, stubborn, and hot-tempered. Upon meeting Wendy and other human females, Tink immediately shows disgust and irritation, mostly out of jealousy. This drives Tink to perform acts in both selfish and even murderous ways, much to Peter's annoyance. However, despite her rough interior, at her core, Tinker Bell is devoted and loyal to those she loves and will eventually come to terms with those she initially resents, should they prove themselves worthy of friendly treatment.

One of the first things she does while trying to find Peter's shadow is to admire herself in a mirror, that is until she finds out how wide her hips are.

As a fairy, Tink can fly and produce pixie dust, which allows other creatures to fly. She is described as being a tinker, meaning that she mends pots, kettles, and acorn caps, and is shown to be very skilled, gifted, and talented at it too.

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doodlegirl12345 · 2 years

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Mirror Image {5/5}

When it feels like it’s an end of a era. Hello my Miraculous Lovelies it’s time to finally end this story. So let’s conclude this with the fifth and final part of Mirror Image. I hope you like it. 💕

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4

Here’s the recap for anyone who needs it:

Things are going well in Sabrina’s life as she now has a great group of friends and thriving in her new role as the super heroine Honeybee. However, things goes awry at a Halloween dance when her friends accuses her for misdeeds that she never done. Have her friends turned on her or is there something more insidious happening in the background?

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Mirror Image

Choices.

One of the few consistent truths in life is the fact that nothing ever stays completely the same. Life is not supposed to remain stagnant where growth and success stays dormant. Growth is driven by your choices as that’s what carves out the future. The choice not to change for the better leads to personal stagnation. Either you will grow with the world or it will inevitably grow around you.

There was always a small part of her that felt like this side of her life was a gamble. Nothing was ever definite with infinite chances to win along with the exact amount to lose. Yet here she was, standing in this cluttered alleyway trying to scrounge up the courage to follow her part of the plan. Honeybee laid her back against the wall clutching the silver pendant around her neck. With the pitch black sky hanging above her she looked around the alleyway spotting the two metallic trash cans a few inches away.

She often wondered how she got herself in these situations.

But the moment when Honeybee caught her own reflection in the large puddle stretched out at her feet. She knew the answer in her reflection, seeing her teal eyes behind the yellow and black mask. Her long fiery reddish orange hair with jet black highlights pulled back into a high ponytail with a black headband with matching ribbons like antennas sticking out contrasting with her fair skin. The yellow and black jumpsuit she wore had a black collar, black full length gloves with fluffy pollen yellow cuffs. The suit’s torso was bright yellow with a large black v-shaped stripe across the chest with two thinner black stripes underneath. The lower half of the suit was black with knee high boots that ended with yellow wedges. The most important thing being the golden hair comb placed on the right side of her head.

That was the source of it all, accepting the responsibility of being the second bee miraculous holder. Although what had brought her to this specific position tonight was another choice that was born out of desperation.

The fox miraculous.

“Are you ready?” a small voice repeated.

Honeybee’s eyes pulled back up from the puddle toward the miniature fox right in front of her. Trixx, the fox kwami she had summoned a mere minute ago. Without a word the bee held her hand up toward the fox. Silently requesting a moment before stepping toward the edge of the alleyway. Honeybee peered her head from the corner gazing into the city block. Not much had changed within the few moments she had stepped away.

Just a few feet from where she stood was Chat Noir.

The cat swung up his two batons crossing them in front of his face blocking the blade of his opponent, Shadow Moth. Chat Noir shoved him prior to swiping with his batons. Shadow Moth deflected one of the batons with his blade while the hero swung his leg hitting him in the head. As the cat proceeded forward, sparks were forged between their weapons with the constant cycles of intense collision.

Shadow Moth dove between the string of attacks, grabbing Chat Noir’s wrist and striking it with the handle of his blade. The cat cried out in pain causing him to drop the baton. Shadow Moth reached for his ring when Chat Noir used his other baton, cracking it right in the supervillain’s ribs. A howl of pain came from his mouth as Chat Noir struck him for a second time.

On the other side of the street was Ladybug who was flinging her yoyo, cracking like a whip to create distance from her own brazen opponent. Pieces of garbage flew toward her such as wrappers, soda cans and glass bottles. The bug spun her yoyo into a shield deflecting the objects. The yoyo’s wire sliced through three concrete bollards and a metal trash can. Suddenly Ladybug’s body slammed into the building behind her, creating a cloud of gray dust from the impact. The dust cleared revealing Ladybug having a set of fingers wrapped around her neck.

Behind that grip was the other opponent the trio of heroes had been facing tonight, Mirror Image.

A doppelgänger of Honeybee’s civilian identity: Sabrina Raincomprix. The lookalike was even wearing a replica of Sabrina’s Halloween costume for tonight. A white lace knee length dress, a matching white shrug, solid white tights, white wedges, a white headband, a long plastic pearl necklace with matching bracelets, an orange rubber wristband and silver glitter fake angel wings.

However, this version procured damage throughout the night such as an orange fruit punch stain that ran down the front of the dress and multiple slits in the jewelry. With burning bright red eyes, the sentimonster reached toward the heroine’s earrings.

But Ladybug had other plans, swinging her legs forward into Mirror Image’s stomach forcing her opponent to be knocked back, dropping her. The sentimonster looked toward the ground noticing the manhole cover within. Mirror Image lifted up the metal cover chucking akin to a frisbee. Ladybug ducked as the cover flew into the building behind her. The bug stood back up while pulling the wire from her yoyo. Mirror Image darted toward her while Ladybug blocked another blow, delivering by a swift kick to the side. Another brutal strike was delivered right to the face.

Things weren’t supposed to be this way.

None of this fulfilled Sabrina’s expectations for the night of her first Halloween dance. At first, it seemed Shadow Moth’s objective was to turn her friends against her so she would become his victim for tonight. Although the truth was much more insidious, this was a test for him to confirm suspicions about her.

That she was the second bee miraculous holder, Honeybee.

Sabrina denied it stating that his accusations were baseless continuing the fallout. Once Ladybug approached her with the bee miraculous there was some hesitation. The bug reminded her about Shadow Moth’s trend of victimizing others which momentarily erased her doubts. After she transformed, Ladybug proposed a plan that would cover her tracks and even beat the supervillain at his own game.

Phase one had already been completed: ambush Shadow Moth and fight Mirror Image.

But now it was time for phase two but even though Ladybug explained the details and had summoned Trixx to inform them ahead of time. Still Honeybee felt a modern day Atlas carrying the weight of her world. Her eyes drifted back down to the pendant because if this failed her other choice would be to leave into the city to have complete peace of mind. Nerves clustered in her stomach as the location of Mirror Image’s amok was still an enigma. Honeybee looked back into the city block watching Chat Noir and Shadow Moth.

With the slim hope that there was something that could give her a clue of the amok’s location. Since searching for Mirror Image had been fruitless.

Shadow Moth charged toward Chat Noir while his blade caused the cat to block while crossing his batons. He grabbed Chat Noir by his ring hand forcing the baton to be dropped. However, before the attempted theft was completed Chat Noir kicked Shadow Moth onto his back. Honeybee noticed underneath the supervillain’s overcoat was a thin dark purple two pocket holster belt. The left side had a closed pocket while the right side had another pocket with a small silver object poking out of it.

Wait a second. Honeybee thought while Shadow Moth quickly moved his jacket back into place. Could that be where the amok is?

It would explain why Shadow Moth attempted to keep himself in the shadows. Chat Noir, preoccupied with securing his ring, seemed not to notice the revelation. Honeybee felt a soft tap on her shoulder causing her to turn, meeting face to face with Trixx.

“I think we should go on with the plan,” the tiny fox whispered. “We shouldn’t wait too long.”

“You’re right,” she whispered back. “Let’s do this.”

The bee moved deeper into the alleyway for cover. Ladybug’s instructions still in her memory, she moved her hands side to side before joining them together.

“Pollen. Trixx. Unify,” she whispered.

A flash of golden light covered her body causing her suit to change. Her mask shifted in design, a yellow base with a large black v-shaped stripe across the center. The heroine’s hair reverted back to its’ natural orange shade, pulled back into a braid and tied with a black ribbon. The bee miraculous remained on the right side of her hair while a pair of long yellow fox ears with black tips appeared on her head. Black and yellow were still the dominant colors of her suit and there were still significant alterations. The black collar remained the same with the color continued down the suit onto the shoulders, triangulating off the top part of the chest. A white section similar to a fox’s belly ran down the front stopping at the hips.

The remaining parts of the sleeves were yellow, ending with black wrist length gloves. Around her waist was her trompo while the suit’s lower half was yellow with a black vertical stripe going down the side of each leg. Her boots were simple black ankle booties. The suit’s back had a hostler with a yellow and white flute while a long triangular fabric tail with black v-shaped stripes hung off her waist.

She became Honey Fox.

The hybrid heroine looked down at her reflection in the puddle, amazed. She noticed the fox miraculous had merged with her collar with gold lines representing the time limit. Honey Fox stepped away from the puddle pulling her flute from the hostler.

“Mirage,” she whispered.

With a particular image in her mind the hybrid heroine summoned an illusion by swinging the flute in her hands forward. In a matter of seconds after a flash of orange light, mirages of Honeybee and Sabrina in her Halloween costume appeared. Honey Fox grinned as the mirages were exact copies with the important details such as Sabrina’s hair pulled into a bun and wearing borrowed jewelry. She brought her hands to her chest while pointing with one hand while holding the flute with the other.

This would be her only shot, it had to be perfect.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Honey Fox cried out, causing the Honeybee mirage to repeat the question seconds later. “Stop! It’s not safe.”

The two illusions ran out of the alleyway avoiding the puddle while entering the city block. Mirage Sabrina led while Mirage Honeybee followed close behind.

Eventually stopping a few feet away from the battle between Ladybug and Mirror Image.

“Hey didn’t you hear me?” the mirage heroine caught up with the mirage counterpart. “I said this area was closed…”

“Uh…I can explain,” Mirage Sabrina spoke, reading Mirage Honeybee’s aghast face. “I-“

“It’s clear what happened even though I couldn’t see it before,” Mirage Honeybee reached for the trompo on its waist. “Shadow Moth made another sentimonster.”

“Wait no!” the angel mirage cowardly held its hands up. “Trust me, it’s not what you think!”

“Sabrina?” asked a familiar voice.

The two illusions look over to see Ladybug standing beside them. The bug’s facial features started to harden.

“Uh…hi Ladybug,” Mirage Sabrina meekly finger waved. “You may be wondering why I’m here. It’s actually a pretty funny story.”

“Really, how funny because I’m not laughing! I told you to stay back at the school,” Ladybug scolded. “What are you trying to do? Get your yourself hurt-“

However before the bug could finish Mirror Image approached grabbing her shoulder. Ladybug quickly pried the hand off as the sentimonster was swung around and thrown back to create distance.

The bug turned back to the illusions.“Honeybee, get Sabrina to safety, now!”

After delivering that instruction Ladybug charged toward Mirror Image to keep her opponent at bay.

“So you’re the Sabrina that I had been hearing about,” Mirage Honeybee said.

“You know who I am?” Mirage Sabrina asked back.

“Of course, Ladybug always gives us a debrief of the situation. So I have heard what you are going through. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, none of this has gone exactly as planned.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t be here,” Mirage Honeybee took the counterpart’s hand. “It’s not safe, you need to go.”

“NO! I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” Mirage Sabrina ripped its hand from Mirage Honeybee’s grip. “NOT UNTIL I’M ABLE TO DO WHAT I CAME FOR!”

“Came for what?” asked the mirage heroine.

“Revenge on him for trying to ruin my life!” the mirage angel pointed over the counterpart’s shoulder.

Mirage Honeybee turned to keep up with the illusion. Chat Noir laid flat on the ground while Shadow Moth stood in shock with the painted expression of bewilderment on his face. Almost if his mind was processing what his fragile ego had tried to deny.

“Hey don’t draw attention to yourself like that,” Mirage Honeybee warned. “Look, you need to go. I’m worried about your-“

“What? My safety?” Mirage Sabrina spoke icily. “He already attacked my friends. It’s time to get even!”

“You realized who you are talking about here, right? This is the same guy who can turn someone into a fifty foot monster because they failed a math test. He’s someone not to take lightly especially since you don’t even have a miraculous.”

“Don’t remind me, I tried to convince Ladybug to loan me one. But she turned me down because she and Chat Noir were going to face Shadow Moth tonight. So she wanted someone more experienced.”

“That’s probably why she asked me to be here tonight.”

“Which is why it’s so unfair! My whole night got ruined because he thought I was you. My friends hated me tonight because you exist!”

“I know, like I said before I’m sorry that happened. My intention was never to hurt anyone.”

“Well, I’m going to put things in my own hands. I’m sick of being the victim.”

Mirage Sabrina started walking toward Shadow Moth’s direction.

“Hey!” the mirage heroine grabbed the angel mirage’s shoulder. “Let’s not do anything drastic here, you’re not in a good emotional state right now.”

The angel mirage looked over at the supervillain who had a sick satisfied grin on his face. He started to walk forward when Chat Noir threw one of his batons hitting him in the back of the knee, knocking him off balance.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Chat Noir questioned. “We’re not finished here.”

“Do you realize what you’re doing here?” Mirage Honeybee asked. “You could get hurt or even akumatized.”

“That won’t happen,” said Mirage Sabrina. “I’m not hopeless here.”

“Is that so? Alright, if that’s the case then prove it,” the mirage heroine moved its hand from its counterpart’s shoulder.

“Huh?” the angel mirage asked, stunned.

“You said you’re not hopeless so prove it. You’ve made it this far without being under Shadow Moth’s influence so you must be special.”

“But Ladybug said-“

“Ladybug told me to get you to safety. But according to you you’re safe right here. It’s a bit of a loophole but Ladybug uses them all the time. Just don’t get in Chat Noir’s way. He already has a lot on his plate.”

Both illusions looked over toward the cat who threw one of his batons at Shadow Moth causing him to deflect with his blade.

“Fine, I will,” Mirage Sabrina started walking forward, head held high.

Chat Noir lunged toward Shadow Moth’s chest aiming at both of the villain’s miraculous uttering his famous phase, “Cata-“

All a sudden Shadow Moth cracked Chat Noir across the jaw using the handle of his blade, knocking the cat back.

“Nice try,” the supervillain taunted while Chat Noir pressed a hand against his own jaw. “Just be happy it wasn’t the other end.”

“Go ahead,” Mirage Honeybee ordered as Mirage Sabrina stood completely frozen. “What are you waiting for?”

“I…I..I…” Mirage Sabrina whimpered as tears started to flow. “What I’m I thinking? I can’t do this. I’m not you or Ladybug. I’m so stupid thinking I can do this all spur of the moment.”

“Spur of the moment?”

“I…I didn’t plan to come here. After Ladybug left I went back to the dance and overheard some people talking about the akuma alert on their phones. I asked them where and they told me. I wanted to take a walk to clear my head. But I kept thinking about how I could confront Shadow Moth tonight. So I made my way here.”

The mirage heroine looked uneasy as the counterpart continued to sob. “I’m not really good with emotional stuff. Would a funny quip make you feel better?”

Mirage Sabrina kept weeping, causing a panicked look on Mirage Honeybee’s face. “Would it make you feel better to know that I punched Shadow Moth in the face?”

The angel mirage stopped sobbing, wiping away tears. “You did?”

“Totally, I punched in the face and he went down like a chump,” Mirage Honeybee boasted. “That’s the reason why I put on the mask to help people against that creep. All three of us have been trying to help you tonight, which is why Ladybug wanted you to stay back at the school.”

“You’re right, I should have listened to her.”

“It’s okay, we all make mistakes but you should leave. The last thing I want is you to get hurt,” the mirage heroine reassured. “If you still need to talk I can spare a minute or two but I need to come back to help my teammates.”

“Alright,” Mirage Sabrina let Mirage Honeybee guide her toward one of the nearby alleyways. “But wait, were you actually going to let me confront Shadow Moth?”

“Of course not,” the mirage heroine admitted while the illusions ducked into the alleyway. “I was planning to hog tie you if you got more than five steps past me. But I wanted you to make your own choice just like someone had done for me.”

Once the illusions were out of sight, Honey Fox retracted her head back into the alleyway saying the final word. “Reality.”

She let out a sigh, noticing the last section of her pendant dwindling. “Trixx. Pollen. Divide.”

Golden light surrounded her as Trixx flew out of the pendant. Her suit reverted back into its original state.

“Great job. Especially on your first try,” said the miniature fox. “But I guess this is also good-bye, too.”

“I guess so,” said Honeybee. “But I really want to thank you for helping me, Trixx.”

“No problem with everything that Shadow Moth has been putting everyone through, we should help each other out,” Trixx told her.

“That’s a good way to see this,” the bee unclasped the pendant. “So goodbye for now Trixx.”

The moment that the pendant slid off her neck the miniature fox vanished. Honeybee took her trompo off her waist, opening the top pulling out the black spot earpiece. She placed it in her left ear and dropped the fox miraculous into the trompo before snapping it shut.

Time for phase three.

After wrapping the trompo around her waist, Honeybee hopped onto the nearby trash cans giving herself a boost onto the adjacent rooftops that had made the alleyway. She advanced forward to the next rooftop, noticing the battles in the distance. The bee tapped on the earpiece to inform Ladybug of her progress.

“Honeybee to Ladybug, phase two is completed and phase three is in progress,” the bee leaped forward. “Also think I know the location of Mirror Image’s amok which gives me an idea to go along with what we already planned. Can you hear me?”

A mix of background noise came from the earpiece consisting of the sound of colliding metal and screaming.

Honeybee felt her blood run cold as she heard Shadow Moth’s voice in the background. “This will be the end of you, Ladybug!”

Honeybee picked up her speed. “Alright, I think I got the message. I’m on my way.”

After a few short leaps the bee landed on the rooftop of a mid rise building in front of the simultaneous battles. She approached the ledge surveying the scene, noticing her teammates had switched partners. Chat Noir fended off Mirror Image using his staff to deflect multiple hits. While Ladybug threw her yoyo repeatedly at Shadow Moth as he swung his blade at her.

“I’m here,” said Honeybee. “Now awaiting your signal.”

The bug looked up, giving her a little nod before throwing her yoyo up in the air. “Lucky charm.”

Ladybug threw her yoyo up in the air as a sheen light changed the bug into her lucky charm suit. The yoyo spun, releasing little hearts that formed an object that landed in the spotted heroine’s hands.

A ladybug patterned can of silly string.

“Silly string?” the bug pondered as her eyes darted around. “That’s not what I expected.”

At that moment Shadow Moth charged toward her. Ladybug pressed the nozzle of the can, spraying the red string into his eyes.

“AHH!” Shadow Moth screamed, dropping his blade.

“Chat move!” ordered the bug.

The cat dove forward rolling past Mirror Image. Ladybug began spraying covering the sentimonster.

Well that’s my cue. Honeybee thought.

She leapt off the building landing in the midst of the battle. Shadow Moth still pulling string from his eyes reached underneath his jacket revealing the glistening object from earlier.

A small silver pocket mirror.

“Mirror Image vanish!” he ordered.

The sentimonster followed orders but the blanket of silly string made it impossible to hide. Honeybee threw her trompo hitting Shadow Moth’s hand causing him to drop the mirror onto the ground.

The bee pulled the string of her trompo declaring. “Venom!”

A quick jab struck Mirror Image in the chest between the strands of silly string.

“So Shadow Moth,” the bee asked the villain. “So do you want to surrender now or you still want to drag this out?”

“You!” the supervillain hissed removing the last of the silly string from his now red eyes.

“Yes it’s me, one of the city’s favorite superheroes at least according to the polls,” she smirked while looking down for a second before putting up four beckoning fingers. “So what are going to do about it?”

“I might have been wrong about my assumptions about you,” he hissed, picking up his blade. “But now you’re on my list just like the other two.”

“Wow, that’s such an achievement. If I knew this was going to happen I would’ve written a speech talking about the sequence of five events that lead to this,” Honeybee held up five fingers at her teammates who surrounded the two. She shot Chat Noir a look as her eyes drifted toward the ground before pulling them back toward Shadow Moth. “You know what I’m feeling charitable tonight. I’ll actually give you a free hit if you just come a little closer.”

“I’m going to get you if that’s the last thing I-“ Shadow Moth stepped forward before a splitting sound came from the villain’s feet.

His eyes widened while dread overcame his face as he looked down discovering the mirror at his feet. With the notorious blue feather fluttering from the cracks.

“I’ll be taking that!” Ladybug exclaimed, catching the feather with her yoyo.

Honeybee giggled. “Thanks for the assist Shadow Moth. Granted I could have broken it myself but having you assist in your own downfall is so much sweeter.”

Shadow Moth’s features hardened pulling his gaze from the feather to her. Pure rage singed right into his face as he charged forward swinging his sword.

Honeybee called out. “Chat Now!”

Chat Noir drove in front of the supervillain, pressing his ring hand against the road. “Cataclysm!”

The cataclysm spread forward crumbling the ground underneath the supervillain’s feet creating a hole into the sewers that Shadow Moth fell right into.

“Now that’s for earlier!” Chat Noir yelled into the hole.

“Alright, it’s time to finish this,” Ladybug spun her yoyo around to purify. “Bye-bye little feather.”

She released the purified feather letting it flutter in the wind. Followed by a quick toss of the silly string can into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!”

A wave of ladybugs washed over the city repairing all the damage that had been done. The magical swarm swept over Mirror Image causing the sentimonster to disappear. The hole vanished causing Shadow Moth reappeared back above ground. While he groaned, the heroes circled around him, weapons ready.

“It’s over Shadow Moth,” said Ladybug. “You’re outnumbered.”

“Yep,” Chat Noir agreed. “By the way, nice job breaking that mirror. How many years of bad luck is that again?”

“Seven, the last time I checked,” Honeybee answered. “So the next couple years are going to be really rough unless you surrender now.”

Shadow Moth narrowed his eyes as tonight had become fruitless. But at that moment all three of the heroes’ jewelry beeped causing him to smile.

“Insolent children, don’t pretend you three do not have shortcomings of your own,” his hand moved underneath his jacket. “Unless you three want me to know your identities, consider this stalemate until next time-“

Honeybee noticed the placement of his hand. “Hey! He’s pulling out something-“

Before she could finish that sentence Shadow Moth pulled out a silver marble size orb and threw it onto the ground. A fog of purple smoke enveloped the heroes. Seconds later the smoke pulled from around them revealing Chat Noir spinning his staff around like a propeller.

“Does everyone still have their jewelry?” he asked.

Honeybee ran her fingers from her hair until her hand hit her hair comb. After she looked over seeing both Ladybug and Chat Noir were still intact.

“I think we’re all fine,” Ladybug reported. “But Shadow Moth has escaped.”

The bee looked around realizing that the bug’s statement was true.

“Dang it!” Honeybee shouted. “We were so close!”

“Don’t worry, considering who we are dealing with,” Ladybug put her hand on the bee’s shoulder. “This won’t be the last time.”

With that a round of fist bumps, gratitudes and goodbyes were quickly exchanged before departing. Chat Noir ran into an alleyway while the heroines ran down the street removing the manhole cover to enter into the sewers. Ladybug went first, rushing down the ladder to get behind one of the walls while Honeybee sealed the whole. After coming down the ladder the bee pulled out the fox miraculous from her trompo. A gold light shined reverting her suit back to her angel costume with her hair down, her purse back on her shoulder and her friends’ jewelry had disappeared.

“That was amazing, your Highness,” Pollen cooed after reappearing.

“Aww thanks Pollen,” Sabrina walked over to the sewer wall. “But it’s no big deal I followed Ladybug’s plan.”

“Yeah but you outsmarted Shadow Moth by tricking him into releasing Mirror Image’s amok,” the miniature bee followed behind her. “That was not part of the plan, you’re just so clever.“

“Pollen is right,” Ladybug spoke from behind the sewer wall. “You did good tonight with that mirror trick. Also it was clever silently signaling Chat Noir to do sequence five with holding your hand out and word choice.”

“I’m just glad he got the message before I became a bee kabob,” the angel pulled out a plastic sandwich baggie with a snickerdoodle out of her purse and handed it to Pollen. “I think tonight shows we finally got this sequence code thing down. So do you think Shadow Moth believed my illusion?”

“Considering he mentioned wrong assumptions about Honeybee I believe he did. He should now think you are two separate people. But just because you’re no longer a suspect doesn’t mean we should start being careless. So that means for a while we might have to meet down here. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course,” Sabrina nodded. “I’m just happy that I get to still be Honeybee after this.”

After a quick recharge, both the fox and bee miraculous were returned to Ladybug. The bug led Sabrina through the sewers back to the school to enjoy the remainder of the dance. Once the pair was a block away from the school Ladybug handed her a magical charm. It was white with diamond spots covered with a white lace pattern. Ladybug explained this was a test charm she had made directly from the amok, hoping it could be used as a source of protection in case Shadow Moth ever summoned Mirror Image again. Sabrina thanked her while putting the charm in her purse before climbing up the sewer ladder. After a short walk Sabrina arrived back at the school. Upon Ladybug’s suggestion she had been led a block away from the school to avoid questions. Once she got closer the angel noticed someone standing atop of the building’s front steps.

It was Chloé.

She was wearing her Queen of Hearts costume, a black medieval styled knee length dress with vertical glitter gold trim on the bodice. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, puffy short sleeves, a white merci collar and a two layer skirt dotted with glittery red hearts. Chloé also had on solid black tights, black high heel ankle booties and a circular black crossbody bag on her shoulder. A golden crown sat on the top of her head with this being the few moments Chloé had her long blonde hair down.

Sabrina raised a brow while coming up the steps. “Hey, did you come out to get some fresh air?”

Chloé shot her a bitter glare. “If you must know I’m leaving! Coming to this stupid dance was a big mistake.”

“Oh wow, sorry to hear that,” the angel walked toward the door. “But thanks again for helping me out earlier. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Is that really all you have to say?” Chloé questioned while Sabrina put her hands on the door handle.

“Yep,” Sabrina spoke brazenly, still keeping her back turned. “It really is.”

“I’m standing here alone in the cold and you don’t care!” the mayor’s daughter shouted. “How could you be so selfish?”

The angel flinched, keeping her back turned, she could see what Chloé was doing. In the past during their friendship, if Sabrina did not immediately respond to her beck and call, Chloé would make her feel like the worst person in the world. But after the nightmare she just went through, not this time.

“You’re not going to answer?” Chloé spat.

“I guess I don’t matter to you anymore. So, did you have fun hanging out with Ladybug?”

Sabrina completely froze wondering how it was possible? Twice in one night she had been questioned about her affiliation towards Ladybug. Was she literally the unluckiest person in the world?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the angel turned to face her.

Chloé’s lips curled into a proud smile. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you two walking into that classroom after talking to Chat Noir.”

An inward panic spread throughout every inch of Sabrina’s body. Her thoughts begin to race while trying to pull another excuse from her arsenal.

“The worst thing about this was when I tried to listen through the door, Tsurugi and Cèsaire interrupted me,” the mayor’s daughter scoffed. “So what, are these friends your little bodyguards now?”

Sabrina’s features began to harden. “Wait, why were you trying to listen through the door?”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Why were you trying to listen through the door? How much did you hear?”

“Not much,” Chloé’s proud stance slightly deflated. “Only up to the point when Ladybug said something about feelings and sleeves before Tsurugi and Cèsaire interrupted me before telling me to leave.”

Sabrina analyzed Chloé’s movements to see if she was lying. She learned how to tell after a long period of time. Usually it was a slight eye twitch, a pouty lip or crossing of fingers. At least to her it appeared that Chloé was telling the truth.

“I’m going to ask you one more time Chloé,” the angel crossed her arms. “Why were you trying to listen to my conversation with Ladybug?”

“Maybe because after helping you out of that janitor closet I felt entitled to some information about you,” the mayor’s daughter huffed. “Instead of finding out because I’m your last option. Especially when it involves Ladybug of all people.”

“You’re not entitled to know anything about me anymore, Chloé. I don’t know why you think otherwise. The only reason I clued you in is because Mirror Image approached you.”

“It’s because a few months ago I was! Until you downgraded to Mari-Brat and her squad. After all I have done for you!”

“Oh yeah, treating me as an unpaid servant and emotional punching bag. You were so kind. By the way, as I said before, stop calling Marinette names!”

“It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!”

“It’s because you don’t. I refuse to go back to a time where we were not on equal footing.”

“Is that why you’re friendly with Ladybug? Just to spite me?”

“Oh my gosh Chloé not everything is about you! I was talking to Ladybug to give her information about Mirror Image. It’s not like we went out for pizza!”

“Then why were you walking back here?”

“I took a walk to clear my head. Are you of all people trying to shame me for accepting Ladybug’s help?”

Chloé’s face started to burn bright red. “Well sorry for questioning your oh-so-perfect life!”

“Perfect?!” Sabrina exclaimed. “Did you literally forget what I’ve been going through these last couple hours?”

“Oh please, I saw the ladybugs swarming around here which means it’s all over now. Just a little bump in the road for the perfect princess and her kingdom of dorks.”

“Perfect princess? Is that what you think of me? That I’m some princess with a perfect life?”

“Seriously, how did you become this dense?! You have a boyfriend who came across the world to see you. Your stupid little cosplays are getting popular online. You seem to have a decent relationship with the heroes and have annoying little friends who often defend you. Don’t you think it’s irritating seeing you getting by so well without me!”

“What was I supposed to do, shrivel up and die because you weren’t ordering me around anymore?! I mean, are you jealous or something?”

“Jealous! How could I be jealous? I’m a politician’s daughter. My mom runs a successful magazine in New York. We’re loaded, I literally live in a luxury hotel where the staff waits on me hand and foot. I’m-“

“Still alone? All the things you listed were about money or status. But when you described my “perfect” life you talked about my personal relationships. Is that what you really want?”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Look if I’m right then I understand. But that does not give you the right to take it out on me.”

“Like you know how it feels. You’re always posting about going out with the same fifteen people, working on your cosplays and hanging out on Juleka’s boat.”

“Wait? Have you been stalking my socials?”

“That’s…that’s not the point here! What I’m trying to say is that you don’t know how it feels to be alone.”

“Did you forget all those times you stood me up to be Queen B.”

“Sabrina that was-“

“For the city I know. At least that’s what I hope you were going to say. But most of the time you wouldn’t tell me even after the fact. I often heard it from either the news or Alya’s blog. Do you know how humiliating it was to wait for hours for someone who never showed up? I wasn’t even worth receiving a after the battle text from you. So don’t tell me that I know nothing about feeling alone when I do. Especially when you already had your chance.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“When you were Queen B, people were willing to open up to you. But instead of changing for the better you just had gotten the worst. Even siding against Ladybug just to spite her.”

“Who told you that?!”

“Honeybee mentioned it in one of the videos on Alya’s blog. Before Ladybug left I asked what Honeybee meant by that and she told me the truth.”

“You’re going to believe someone like her? I told you she was jealous of me!” Chloé’s left eye twitched slightly. “Now she’s bad mouthing to anyone who would listen!”

“Is it really bad mouthing when it’s true?” Sabrina pressed. “The timeline matches up with the day you called me ranting about how Ladybug was the worst person in the world. It was also the day the city was attacked by those wasps.”

“Even if it’s true, why does it matter now? Ladybug took my miraculous and give it to that stupid Honeybee.”

“Well you were never entitled to it in the first place. Based on what you told me, you practically forced yourself in and Ladybug gave you a chance. A chance not everyone is given and you wasted it.”

“What’s your point here Sabrina?”

“My point…my point here is you had a chance to grow and decided not to. Now you’re mad that I had something similar and unlike you I took it. That’s why you’ve been horrible to me since you’ve come back from your trip, right? It’s because you couldn’t handle the responsibility of bettering yourself!”

“No, the reason why I’m mad is because you ditched me for those losers!” Chloé’s left eye twitched again. “Who barely noticed your existence until a few months ago.”

“They’re still some of the kindest people that I have ever met. Yes we might have had a bump in the road tonight but if I can give you a million second chances. I can at least give them one.”

At that moment the Bourgeois family’s car pulled up in front of the school. The driver honked the car’s horn. The two girls stared at each other almost as if realizing they had become mirror images of a path each other did not take.

Chloé broke away from their gaze, started to walk down the steps toward her family’s car.

“Chloé, I don’t know if we could ever be friends again,” Sabrina called out. “But like it or not you did help me out tonight. I know you can be better than this. It’s still not too late to take a different path and change.”

Chloé kept her back turned. “Change for what? There’s nothing wrong with me.”

The mayor’s daughter finished walking down the steps and entered the car in front of her. After the car sped away, Sabrina put her face in her hands feeling like this was not the end between them.

“Sabrina?” asked a familiar voice. “Are you alright?”

The angel looked up to see Marinette and Luka climbing up the steps toward her.

Sabrina looked at her Marinette, noticing the stark contrast compared to when she first saw her tonight. She was wearing a soft pink full length dress with a corset bodice and decorated spaghetti straps with pink fabric flowers and green fabric leaves. Her raven hair was down in soft curls covering her ears while a light pink flower crown was on her head. On her shoulder was her trademark pink purse and had a pair of sparkly pink fairy wings on her back. She was still wearing her garden fairy costume but all the food stains were removed.

“Wow, you look so pretty,” Sabrina gushed. “I see that the ladybugs have gotten to you.”

“They did,” the garden fairy hugged her. “But are you okay? We…we overheard what happened between you and Chloé.”

A look of horror flashed across Sabrina’s face, she had forgotten that the bakery was across the street. The way that both girls were yelling it would be impossible not to overhear.

The angel took a deep breath before letting go of her friend. “I’m fine, I just needed to get a few things off my chest.”

She looked over at Luka who also was clearly swarmed by the ladybugs. His make-up was now intact as his skin was a limp green tinted gray with a black scar besides his mouth. The rest of his costume, a faux leather jacket, distressed graphic t-shirt of a zombie’s rib cage, black fingerless gloves, ripped blue jeans and black Converse, were now stainless, making him an impressive zombie rockstar.

“Luka, how’s your head?” she asked.

“Much better, I just needed to sit out for a while,” he said. “But I really want to apologize for what I said to you tonight.“

“It’s okay,” the angel told him. “You were just reacting to what you thought you knew. It really did look like I turned against everyone.”

“Let’s go back inside,” Marinette suggested, her phone now in her hand. “We still have an hour left in the dance.”

With that the trio entered the building, the moment Sabrina stepped onto the steps she could feel a surge of positive energy in the atmosphere from the crowd. She looked over toward the DJ booth at Nino who was still working. He was still in his Dracula costume, a white long sleeved frilled shirt with a burgundy vest, black trousers, black dress and a black cape with a vampire collar. He must’ve noticed her because he waved back before pulling the booth’s microphone towards him.

“Alright party people, we still have about an hour left tonight,” Nino announced into the microphone. “So for the rest of the hour I will be accepting requests. Just approach the booth to put your request in. But the first request for tonight is “Warrior” by Sasha Durand dedicated to Sabrina Raincomprix from a group of people who want to apologize to you.”

“Wait what?” Sabrina sounded completely flabbergasted.

A string of electronic beats played for a few seconds before the rest of the musical accompaniment came in. A harmonic voice sang:

🎶 These new roles haven’t been easy.

Even in the moment when I fight.

Walls closing in, getting tight.

But I’m ready to pave the way.

Just for a better day.

I have become a warrior.

Finally free and glorious. 🎶

The angel turned to the couple who were smiling at her.

“Did you two know about this?” she asked.

“I might’ve texted a suggestion in the group chat about doing something like this since this is your favorite song,” Marinette admitted. “But everyone else agreed on it.”

“I also might’ve been the one who she ran this idea by and agreed on it before putting it in the chat,” Luka added. “And when I say might’ve right now, it actually means definitely.”

“Sabrina,” said a voice behind her. “Can we please talk?”

She turned around to see the remainder of her friends standing in front of her. All of them were wearing costumes that were restored to their former glory along with the dance’s provided orange wristbands. In her Claudia, the celestial witch costume Alya stood wearing her black witches hat with faux silver roses at the band. Along with her black lace front knee length dress paired with silver glitter black lace and black ankle booties. The reporter’s crescent moon pendant had returned back on her neck while her silver hoop earrings with threaded star charms was also spotless. Kagami wore her costume proudly a black unity jacket with her returned mockingjay pin, black t-shirt, olive green pants, soft brown ankle boots and arrow quiver of her Katniss Everdeen costume. Adrien stood right by her side wearing his Dread Pirate Roberts costume, a black v neck pirate shirt, black pants, black skull cap, black masquerade mask with matching sash.

Rose looked like a little princess in her pink puffy ball gown, white full length gloves and a golden paper crown of her Princess Peach costume. Juleka appeared on the sinister side of the royal spectrum with her Zombie Prom Queen costume. Similar to Luka, her skin was a limp gray with a greenish tint. Both her eyes were sunken while a large scar ran down her cheek. Juleka’s long hair was pulled into a bun while wearing a silver plastic tiara. Her dress, a glittery tattered black puffed sleeved prom dress had her PROM QUEEN sash covered in specks of fake blood. Mylène’s hair was in braided pigtails, tied with blue plaid ribbons. Her blue pinfold dress, white knee socks and ruby slippers made her look like a suitable Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz.

Ivan was in his black grim reaper cloak wearing his gray plastic skeleton mask on his face. Lastly, Alix wore her black overcoat, white vested shirt, black combat boots, black shorts with black and white striped tights and black top hat with glued on white rabbit ears for white rabbit costume. She, along with the others looked, very apologetic.

“I think I can speak for everyone here to say we owe you an apology,” Alix continued. “Isn’t that right everyone?”

The rest of the group nodded and verbally agreed.

“We should have thought about all the possibilities first before being all passive aggressive toward you,” said Alya. “Especially what happened was completely out of character.”

“I think we all had forgotten that we live in a world where Shadow Moth exists for a moment when that happened,” Adrien added.

“True, as not everything is what it seems,” Kagami agreed. “I think we all learned that lesson the hard way tonight. Our anger clouded our judgment.”

“I shouldn’t have doubled down when you told us the truth either. Sorry about that, I also shouldn’t have brought up Chloé either,” Alix admitted. “I thought you had betrayed us. It wasn’t until I saw you and Mirror Image at the DJ booth to realize how wrong I was.”

“You saw that?” Sabrina asked.

“Adrien sent a text in the group chat that you and Mirror Image were at the DJ booth,” Mylène replied. “Once we saw both you and Mirror Image together we all realized the mistake we made.”

“We wanted to apologize earlier,” Ivan told her. “But we couldn’t find you.”

“I had to take a walk to get some fresh air and think over some things,” the angel told them. “Take a break from the drama.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Rose told her. “We didn’t believe you when we should have. But is there any chance you can forgive us?”

“Well…” Sabrina brought her hand to her chin. “There’s a lot to consider here.”

She looked over at the group who all had concerned and apologetic looks on their faces.

“Just kidding!” the angel smiled. “Of course, I forgive you all.”

“You do?” Juleka asked.

“Of course, I can’t even fault you guys too much because you were tricked. Besides I wouldn’t be in the position that I’m in if it wasn’t people giving me a second chance,” she smiled at Marinette. “It’s about time that I’ll pay it forward. Besides, there’s one thing that I’ve been wanting to do all night.”

“What’s that?” Kagami questioned.

Sabrina smiled as the music switched to a more poppy uplifting beat. “Have fun with my friends! Come on everyone you heard Nino we technically have less than an hour left. Let’s make the most of it!”

With that she grabbed the hands of the friends closest in her proximity: Marinette, Kagami and Alya while leading the rest of the group to dance the night away.

Finally at peace, content with her life and the choices she made including the path she decided to take.

The End.

Thanks for reading! 😊

Woo! We are finally done with this story. As previously mentioned I did not expect to take this long but life had gotten in the way. But at the same time I did want to explore Sabrina’s and Chloé’s relationship after Sabrina character development and seeking new friends. Future Sabrina stories will fill up the summer between Confetti and Mirror Image that reached towards this point. I already have a few planned which even includes a birthday party story. For those who were patient for all those months. I really appreciate it. Hopefully we won’t have that serious of a gap for a very long time.

I’m excited for the next story. Not wanting to give too much away it will likely be a two parter and be very special as the first part will be release on my birthday 🎂.

I would also like to note that the song in the story was inspired by the real life song Warrior by Chloe x Halle. They aren’t exact but it was the inspiration. I did not write the original song but the story was mine.

This is story is also available on Wattpad.

The song for this week is “What I Believe In” by NerdOut.

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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gonna call the main brain rot ones here bc (1) still working on celestial weddings and i didn’t feel like being sappy about all of dag’s relationships quite yet. (2) carlos & jenna + lath & ensio don’t count as much as i’m obsessed with their relationships just bc they’re not “technically” romantic lol. and the romantic ones are what i’m talking about (3) i’m on mobile my fingers tired.

also as an aside it’s not nearly every relationship in any of my wips bc i have a lot. however these are just ones i rather enjoy and im going to wax fucking poetics about them thanks

anyway without further ado

some sappy shit:

darren x gabe (wip: vampires don’t take roadtrips)

their love to me is like a slow dance. meeting someone for the first time; at a weird place and a bit of a weird time, but settling into getting to know each other. of taking tiny steps towards the right place and a right time. it’s unhurried but no less intense. there’s embers underneath soft blankets, burning gently but still burning. it’s a feeling of home when home is a long way off. yet a feeling of excitement that stirs butterflies in your stomach or catches your words in your throat. it’s familiar yet unfamiliar. the excitement of the unknown and the thrill of a new adventure, but the dejavu that comes with a familiar path or road. they’ve known each other for so little but for so long. the coziness of how they melt into each other is unmatched. it feels natural, there’s no other way to describe it. just the natural order of things should be hands laced together and noses nuzzled into necks and homeliness amid the unfamiliar.

corsel x blackpeak (wip: vampires don’t take roadtrips)

their love is mending—they’ve been hurt for quite a long time. distractions can be bandaids but the wound is gaping and in need of salve. the salvation of communication, the terrifying barrier of just being fucking honest. the fear, of baring that last piece of your soul to someone who already knows what notes it sings; the fear to fall completely that keeps your cards close to your chest but the desire to lay them all on the table is icy hot, somehow bitter. wishing their face was that of a stranger but it’s one you’ve seen every expression of. it’s a final breakdown of pride, of ego, it’s finally saying enough. of this. enough pain, we’ve suffered enough. and if i am to suffer i’d rather it be at your mercy than to my own.

laurent x emily (wip: vampires don’t take roadtrips)

“til death do us part” — but still they can’t be parted. their love when they met wasn’t love but something hostile; a fierceness forged on the flames of alienation and misunderstanding; of distrust and disdain. one that was slowly mended. somehow a bridge was created to bridge the gap between human and monster and there was a sameness there, a shared othering that could be quelled in no one but each other. how bright that love burned, to turn a cold heart warm and a guarded heart soft. how it burned others around them in its intensity, how even age nor years could scratch the surface of the deep bond they shared—until one finally breathed their last. the other, humbled. yet alone. how moving on is something inevitable, but it will never be the same. how that love has molded and shaped and reforged a shining, glimmering steel out of a husk of iron. no one can compare to that love. but it is because of that love, that love can, eventually, be found again.

graves x dove (wip: the graves we dug)

only a lover could hurt me as sweetly as you do. you can run from your problems but darling, you can’t run from love. facing what your love has created; a reckless, sweet, shameless love in a world that beat the innocence out of it. a cruel love, a biting love, a love that demands you face it even if you can’t look it in the eyes. a love that is mean as it is spiteful, a love that rages as it bleeds. a love that is hellbent on getting everything you got back from it, until you have nothing left to give. a love that has haunted a love that hunts a love that is both the predator and the prey. a dangerous desire that poisons everything it touches but you can’t help it, you need it, you live for it and perhaps you’ll die by it. but what a sweet death, a sweet apocalypse; if their eyes are the last thing you see before you give into the dark.

hyacinthus x amon (wip: paramour)

a love found in things not said but actions that do. two alike souls two ends of a twin flame; that bare teeth before they spare kindness. a love that is a shield against the pain of those around them, as much as it hurts to admit it’s there. if it’s there, it can be taken, it can be used. a love not spoken of, if only for the fear of it. they’re drawn to each other irrevocably and once the train is in motion it cannot be stopped. their loneliness and desperation to cling to something that gets it, that understands, that would fight for it as easily as they would die for it is hidden underneath the easier to explain emotions like anger or bitterness or greed or grief. it is frightening to find someone who sees you as you are; it’s like looking in a mirror, and learning to love the person staring back at you.

forte x clear (wip: the chronicles of lathsbury)

a love that is a salvation, a guiding light in the dark. to find a love that will meet you where you’re at and hold your hand throughout it all. how can you be worthy of such a thing? but your shine is bright— the care and compassion that bleeds from one feeds the other in a never ending cycle of uplifting devotion and care. an easy symmetry between them that circles back and strengthens with every rotation it makes. a love that is unending and a love that is selfless; a love that puts the other first to eventually cede to the care being given. a love that is cool, calming, a love that is a peace for souls that have long been weary

jihi x cameron (wip: the chronicles of lathsbury)

a love that is giving, perhaps giving to the point of breaking. until there is nothing left to be given, and even then you give more. a love that is patient and waiting, one that is selfless but wanting. a love you couldn’t dream of having but it is given freely. a love that is unreciprocated in the way you wish but you continue to give because you love them so much its all you can do. a love that overcomes hardships and is willing to be mature; to mature from crush to infatuation to love that is unwilling to let harm befall you even if it costs life, even if it sheds blood. a love that can be started anew; a flower start in an unfamiliar garden, one who has seen much and lived long. but love is ever youthful, as flowers blossom in the sun.

di x toph (wip: the cardian restoration project)

a love hard one; a love that was fought for. a love that took time to finally see eye to eye. a love that was hindered but the hindrance caused it to grow, grow until it was not a wily flower or a small bush but a large tree, twisting and unyielding. a love that supports, that lifts up, that pushes through tangled vines to find the true heart at the center of it. a love that is hard won; a love well deserved. two people who have fought and died for it finally getting that bliss, that peace. to let their love cradle them forever more.

#talking #oc musings

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xxxflowerofhurtxxx · 3 months

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Title: Shadows of Lux

Chapter 1: Escape from the Abyss

In the darkest recesses of the underworld, where nightmares are born and darkness reigns supreme, a demon named Lilith sought freedom. For centuries, she had been trapped in the confines of hell, her ethereal beauty eclipsed by the crimson flames that danced around her. But Lilith, fueled by an insatiable desire for change, devised a plan to escape her wretched existence.

With a surge of otherworldly power, Lilith tore through the fabric of reality, transcending dimensions until she stood upon the mortal world. The transition was not without its consequences, for her celestial form now inhabited the body of a woman, her eyes burning like embers.

Chapter 2: Masquerade at Lux

To blend with humanity, Lilith found solace in the opulent halls of Lux Casino and Hotel. There, shimmering chandeliers bathed the guests in a glorious light, casting a deceptive facade upon the sins that transpired beneath its roof. And so, donning a glamorous disguise, Lilith became a dealer at the very heart of temptation.

The casino walls whispered tales of fortunes and despair, and Lilith reveled in the chaos. Occasionally, she would succumb to her own temptations, playing games of chance with mere mortals, her supernatural prowess ensuring victory. But as the nights wore on, a sense of unease settled within her, like a delicate web of shadows.

Chapter 3: A Sinister Discovery

One fateful evening, as Lilith prepared to begin her shift, the weight of destiny descended upon her. Opening her locker, she gasped in horror at the sight before her. Lifeless eyes stared back, and crimson pooled on the cold metal floor. It was a human carcass, broken and mutilated, a grim reminder that her newfound freedom was now tainted with danger.

An icy realization took hold of Lilith's heart. This murder was no mere act of violence; it was a message directed at her. Someone knew her demonic secret, someone in the mortal realm who reveled in the art of horror. Determined to protect her identity and uncover the truth, Lilith set forth on a treacherous path.

Chapter 4: Shadows and Secrets

To navigate the treacherous human world, Lilith sought the safety of allies. Her search brought her to the enigmatic police chief, Kris Sakov, a man known for his unwavering dedication and contentious relationship with the supernatural. Lilith, shrouded in human guise but unable to conceal her magnetic aura, presented her case to Kris.

Reluctantly, Kris agreed to aid Lilith, for he sensed an undying flame within her, burning with equal parts vengeance and desperation. Together, they dove deep into the underbelly of Lux, delving into secrets that lay hidden beneath the lavish exterior. Betrayal, greed, and forbidden desires unraveled a tapestry of deceit they never could have imagined.

Chapter 5: The Revelation

In their quest for truth, Lilith and Kris unearthed a conspiracy that threatened to consume them both. The threads of the murder mystery converged with ancient prophecies and forgotten pacts, revealing a startling truth. Lilith's escape had not been a mere twist of fate but a carefully orchestrated plan of cosmic proportions.

The stage was set, and as Lilith confronted her adversaries, she had to make a harrowing choice. Would she succumb to the darkness that had birthed her, embracing her demonic nature to achieve victory? Or would she rise above her origins, forging a new path of redemption, even if it meant sacrificing her own freedom?

Chapter 6: A Descent into Darkness

As the final battle erupted, the boundaries between good and evil blurred, and the world trembled under the weight of their conflict. Blood and fire painted the once-grand halls of Lux, and Lilith, torn between her dual identity, unleashed a power that shook the very foundations of reality.

In the end, Lilith faced her greatest adversary—herself. In a moment of profound realization, she discovered that within the depths of her demon’s heart resided the capacity for compassion and love. Enveloped in a bittersweet triumph, Lilith forged her own destiny, leaving the world forever changed in her wake.

Epilogue:

The last page flips, leaving behind a sense of wonder and longing. Lilith's tale, one of triumph and sacrifice, is etched in the annals of both demonic and human lore. But in the vast expanse of the universe, where realms intertwine, whispers persist that her story is far from over.

And so, dear readers, as you close this book, the future holds a question mark. Will Lilith's redemption be enduring, or will the allure of darkness beckon once more? Only time will reveal the ultimate fate of the demon who dared to defy her own nature and grasp at the fragile beauty of humanity.

Shadows of Lux is a mesmerizing journey through a world where demons dwell within hearts, and heroes are forged in the crucibles of darkness. Immerse yourself in this tale of forbidden desires, unearthed secrets, and the enduring power of choice.

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 5 months

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Forging Ties - Chapter 37 - Part 2

THE END

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim was sitting on a log, cradling Aris in the crook of his arm while Skye sat between his legs and hugged one of his knees.

Miriam was in her chair next to them, deeply absorbed in a conversation with Sera who was seated on a folding chair next to her.

On Sera's other side, Everett sat on the ground nursing a bottle of something alcoholic.

Hamish leant on Nim's shoulder with one arm and looked down at Aris.

"Just so you know, you're going to have me on your doorstep at least once a week."

"Sure," Nim said.

"But expect to be wrangled into some fruit picking while you're there."

"Sounds good to me. It's not like I exactly earn a salary doing anything around here, so I pretty much just try to be helpful in whatever ways I can and I end up getting housed and fed at the end of the day, so it's all good."

"Ripe for exploitation. That's great for me."

"Man," Hamish said, still staring down at Aris.

She was asleep, as usual.

"How does something that shits itself so many times a day manage to be so charming?"

"How could she not be?" Nim asked.

"Charm is the only tool a baby has to get its needs met. Well, that and screaming."

Hamish reached over Nim's shoulder and gave the top of Skye's head a pat.

"I'll see you too when I come and visit."

"Okay but I'm a courier, so I'll probably see you anyway," Skye said.

"But Duran's going to be my deliveries boss, so I don't think I can deliver letters to him for you anymore because you'd have to go through him for that and then you could probably just give him the letter yourself. Or just... ask him about the dicks without a letter, I guess."

"Yeah, that is what I usually do," Hamish said.

"Speaking of Duran," Nim said, tipping his head in the direction of the beach.

A figure stood on the sand, staring out at the water, the setting sun lighting up his short, golden hair.

Duran.

Hamish gave Nim's shoulder a pat as he straightened up.

"I'll talk to you later."

Hamish headed down the narrow, sandy path that cut through the low scrub that separated the grass from the beach.

Duran didn't turn as Hamish approached but he didn't seem surprised when Hamish stopped beside him.

"Tough day at work?" Hamish asked.

"No, it was fine," Duran said, still staring out at the water.

"I saw these fish before. Just... little fish. They'd leap up out of the water so quickly that all you'd see was a flash of silver out of the corner of your eye and then you'd hear the splash as they dove back down. I thought it was something magical, mysterious, maybe even dangerous but I asked a woman with a fishing pole and she said that they're just ordinary fish doing ordinary fish things. Just eating the insects that are around at this time of day. Isn't that interesting?"

"Hmm," Hamish said.

The fish didn't interest him that much because he'd seen fish eating insects before but he could sit and listen to Duran talk about it for hours.

There was just such a light in his eyes, so much wonder in his voice.

Duran leant against Hamish's side and Hamish wrapped an arm around him.

"I don't get cold but I like that you're warm."

Hamish gave him a squeeze.

"Do you want to go up and get some food? I think they're about to get started with dinner."

"Can we stay a little longer?" Duran asked.

"I want you to see the fish with me."

"Yeah," Hamish said, his thumb stroking against Duran's arm.

"We can stay as long as you like."

THE END

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libidomechanica · 11 months

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“To favour lose all, and many deathes full Easter”

A curtal sonnet sequence

And maids arranged along, like honey Bee, working her so well express explicitly our several posts, my friend. About the fatal shore! Thus, in a curse. Or is the witness Corahs place forsooke, but be no longer flow of your willow-bough, distinguished by the day I wrote down. Yet, if thou dost stay! To favour lose all, and many deathes full Easter. In her neck did crawl, and shot of every pangs. Done but in the dead?

But Fortune deal, rolled above. To lead my life, and Gills and far better parts; they view’d such taking, for nothing upon earth and Honour won, all proper less; On a sudden thee; that oppressed with sighes her form they ever be; I will keep their Delhis manna pick’d from me where the dove without my Leave me from shape, and the Past. Can strange, the freshness of the low: for Soveraign power supplies: no Court he practices turtle.

Resembling heart of Ida: they punish a Body which your pains may only made to sit. Sweet voices of a night-fowl crow: the clouds to heare, may show the flower and so we forged a secret oar and faded marigolds, fell sleek about their memory kept alive, and where be lou’d by me, an exil’d mortal lair, seeing, blessings indeed. He heard, the horse louder, and her mind is pure. In the Court remov’d: then day resign.

To be a butchery, to serve the pine- grown Latmian listen to each one looked rare with blood and stumbling the souls in its benumbing round her forever, because I take my branches sway, thrugh you know no such a mourning prayses yet burn through the crowd, and looking back to the coming stony helm, and the obscene. Heroes—and suck for Nutriment throw, entering time; for Priests the magistrate Vulgar, passes o’r, and mistakes.

Thou shalt not broken? Just stand; and thus whispering bid me fear; above this post, I may in terms of the linnets I with souls resolved so. Demands a man; love taught Jerusalem, Shimei was all ruby ring the glenne: so now fayre eyes I neuer shall dwell; only true mistresses trim her demeanors motion, as Mars in this reverend gentle greet with poetic voice reverberates in my verse could I then but she sente me.

His Frame coud bear: had God or Devil. Until The Sage behold, that foreign churches— I see her sandal, amber, ancient Honour and forest told it in the minstrels, and glowing then, to Alienate the daylight who plann’d alone, and leave me not vex, with sails decline and live! Or how can we write good words, nor hast thought: she liked an error like the sons of steel us as they had left alone for to their vessels side by side.

The slain, with dewy locks, and camp saluted with sword decided to get through his course as Samuel used to think one Sheaf did bide: till China and Africa meet, and mouldering at their vessel strongly it repayre. You thumbed, thrust, patted and drizling dross the man lounges two steps down in Russian story: all injustice thunderer’s beard; where no means had been bless you with turrets crown’d with ioy to sorrow sped life’s far awa.

How can you were wound there vnseene, thought t’embroil the same face, nor dares resist. Bene the sky, and the multitudinous billows murmured, sown with golden shield of asphodel, the fool confined; rude work boots. A Vitious Youth, by the thundered at me moved the flower and then lets you shalt—as now. Lo! As I walked out lykewise I have mark’d each big approached; if force me liue and meeknesse greater glory! Storm and chaunge of weapons fly.

I was abandoned. And then my tears must not be so: for who was left bank, with decorous sneer, point of a birth require; prevent, that he fashion to Reb ell. And, whence it was the should grow light-headed, I fear, if thou dost thou hast but with necks stretching from dawn to the poor mans wealthy, with him, whose star, that look on the lost it for Rebellion may know all things I never Ceases to bend, which ripen’d Eden’s fruit; for war.

You are mirror’d shields, far-piercing eye, robert Burns: there he turn’d on all her blow, have ye e’er light his Darling, my darkling eye, robert Burns: know it. My earth haue fedd. Like a Miss America Contest. I sleep he lay, If it be quick sharp enough to cure thy fountain stood prepared of seeming Friends disguised in a yeelded pray: yet euen whylst her wayes this shalt be, art, alone. Thy fancies wonderment. Whiles to beare onward it flies.

Not mine a little storme beaten hart likewise art lyttle made, was liberties a spoil with hints of the grounds to their head, ye roses blaw in ilka beild! More fayre Elisa be your fruitfull Issue shall cling there nought but brakes and rules by bringing That ole Ace down, th’ admiring Croud his fond game, but ioy her thrives: save wed alone, the Scrificers of theyr trew obiect, the Russians now wept his own accord, and your throne?

May never know how those will to see the waters at distance should not be account I one must for you The Dells tell of day arising from it preachers say the street stall. Thy pure affections the summers exalt thee to the people, like linnets in the Mouldy rolls of the dews were in his grave never heard her choicest virgins bene, to adorne; the cliffs of Rhodes the third is neither loved but in your worth a potato.

Feeling buds, as if in your bosome lyke but vnto her even now! Listen to bless you with the love where you beside; furthermore, I will my mind, resolve on Death, or Conquest, as if it will breath; and drew the men mourners, weep again! In all they Covet makes dayly such a beauties grace? To me this posture on the other turning vessel they lead to-morrow today when from faults with the town ditch below while their attend.

Our Ark. So sad, so melancholy thunders roll, the fight recedes and the year; the Law forbore, were clawing out, mighty storm; the scorns the links of other better soundes so sweet exprest, her plump round him as forfeit faith and sing all this Numerous Progeny was none sees him an Appendix of my mother country; and all the living men at the perorations standing on the heat of her loue, when upon the plast.

Been one explain it. What is it her neste: howe haue the dove, but by his trick to poison— oh! And sighs, and earn our flocks as brooms, we did offence be known, since we leaves her tenderest proudly disobayes, and hue, together. Tossing flowers,—sighing world, by the herded elephants; nor was at least: there was endeavour this Advice above the stormy Cymon was now his blude it is to please her, none. Severe before abhorred.

And you’re not so high thoghts more than I can seuer. I shudder in the dust of dark and mourn them thus; thou canst vouchsafe the virgin light foot shone so rich old lord, and shook my heaven: other pat me frae her Dearie! His tread was Hesperean; to his Hearts. Through the Mark: for as their Enemies, his Frame, unwarily did most Rabbis Jewish Markets of changed, or like the house; but represent— these thought o’er the pearles and fox-terriers.

And the more, the peak of the burrows of the bride with vases, to pant through hidden long Procession! The bowre with silvery gauze; yea, or my offended majesty, and the shopping teares the severe chilled albatross’s white curtain of the port: if they Crack’d the blushed amazed, as meanes shall not, but don’t bring you serve? Of his spent, a mind at please; he rode all unarm’d, and Litter from a night urge the occasion to us.

The lake behight, though in the punishment. Five other thick films and my breast for stone, he stept, there was like his, a mute and uncomplain how far I toil, the first was as probably to be dress’d up, for then away, and play, and ensanguinity it bears— this tree. Darling and with a second near thy heart can tell his paces back rebounds. I never think of me and I will dare to plunge in th’ other passions warreid arre.

All injustice I may find the crack in themselves to be a butcher in her e’re. Three bands can those lips, and wide, I calmly flows the liquefaction of the North.—Great joy unto the badg which there a group of girls in circles moved. Once, as all ruby ring upon myself and grow light forth from us and Crude. Cats a pain like the mouth at this most ornament. By the universal Call, to whisperer disturb the goddess!

Had eyes brow-hidden, entered; found in hand did make theyr bayts doe hyde: so she did again! It lifts a young fellows,—o dreary, he cometh not, she said, you push and guard the tremulous-dazzling dross the less, had half impair’d flaws in former chronicle; and, sitting outside that fills three stools away likewise you were many thing, or bell at closing day. Meet mass’d in such an one. Crossed the last one, you will. From sea plains where she came.

The one which thereof immortal wrongs his old Instrument. Then faded, and fear i’ll clear song is heard the morrows? As if, athirst found, when tyrant! Mine appetite I never and to shake hands that is the kindly season scanned, and, o’er they march, a blush? In the west, the power could make me a heaven, in azure hue, ready to attack? Blight the goal of Honour blest, by new unfolding me again; around, they Curst Return.

Taught me stare, and duty to a Lawfull many a stroked my body shall the ba’, the youngest’s boat and then fair, so from presence. Spirits Bold, and died; and Cowslips, and teach us how to switch #1 with #3. Stones were as probably to be attack; or like Ormisda stood, engirt with souls might; where airy voice, he had his pale light is dreadfull stormes with their late dismay’d, within him stars to force were o’ergone, and the same full choir cries, Joy!

Those smyling looked like as many girls—sick for Nutriment then, that we two will sail before the maidens whisper, tender Lambes and brightness, my impassions weighd with wives. With shivered fair Orithea, whose ugly Scars, that makes me so divine sufficiencies these sad plights light thy widowhood, who fears before and she loved the obiect of time is heap’d Affronts have cost you. The insomniac … She could be. Draw in your distressed.

She wondered well, the Bad, turn Rebell, and grows on thy mothers bore thy comfort in his head she lay sick once, with altered Cymon was not a thirst for she-society. Lie, fisted like a ballistic mind. Love ere he a Tyrant and dangerous train, and kissing lists of much rent, for compound sweet on a gloom of branches that when i hate i look at length prevail: and summoned to trace of that didst brings peace a charnel-roof!

’Tis so, tis to Rule, for well of day, for out of him, but of Power, because I knew ye not? Sweet and provide; already we rock each other’s mind. Now the foe: the seer. Next the morne, the conscious villain fears, nor the mattock-harden’d hand, but greedinesse hunts after than like a Jugler comes. The liquefaction which stare aghast thou of me and fatal day approaches, that green-painted in a clench of callous and naiads fair.

As this tree, in notes appear; and saw but soon the principal: smooth pure and veil’d Destin’d for sense; yet in his den was said the blazon of sweeter than like, but growest in one to my touch even heroes slain; I saw him, I’ll love you, love. Lifts up his furrowes eld hath not these to look at length descried in the loue what still together, giving gently encage, that their king, in sight of tears of two Ifs in one explain it.

Beyond most fit deuize, still lords its strength awaken’d from Stella I describes, since Ariadne was a flowering tire by telling honey-thick stain that able spreads apace and long the approaches, that made the fuller day. Was it this? A prophecy: The present all: and, stand at them; and the smart. Adieu delight; because I take my powres of Grievances, two names, grew side by side; and on calming thy grace affright!

The thin Disguises of the strand of the lodging in a wintry wind blows to informer! Where the invisible cord. To our foreheads felt his part. But where Desolation of your watry bowres, that lightnings as they haue powre dicerne. Amid the shadows grim. Wits warrior’s speechless burning taught in silent deep dost fly: if thou die before to bear—but when the time, when beauty still to start, but which I should faire, full o’ care.

, For many a woodlander—pass’d to body, laid in Dante’s verse, than by the leaves me no Pretence, proclaim; his Loyalty express’d up, for this my lover&for any being caught in gallant like raging to the rose in an amber cloudy grief returne. Yielding not, what every woman flicks the third—the authentic foundress your Sacred Life each other’s holiday or holinight of cloudless climes and whose Youth return’d.

I see Calliope speede her than the clay aflow immortall hye. And then thirst to yeeld my selfe with graceful ornament of wit: restless, unfixt in Prague sign their trance too; so much rent, for more in Heaven’s gate; for nimble, and move likes them all, which, like the fruite of space are lovers love me— wilt thou? But did stands possess’d, desiring the Charming Chloe—from peaceful Actions for themselves so many, multiply’d his Cause.

For more I fynd, the lounges two sturdy stoures. Beside that souerayne beauty’s best, of hands the wall, as parts, now Momus; and high fantastic round the brave many a less achievable by slow approaching, which your names from Thames, our care. And all the rest me, for fear of futurity; then, lordings, which may be told? Dark is dripping, among the appointment of Clay. No one hand, and slake, in trump of fame blaze of moonlight lone.

Where my soul knows, maybe the horns of Elfland fair; but for aid, confused looking the gallantly as ever. He woud Expose, to Physick their crimes enjoy a sudden springs! Would Curb my Spiritual, are always open quite, the palace in twenty Years, their sweet-scented be: the weary yeares ioy forth too much ease, in peace should for a moment, the name of Dulness, as e’er scoff’d high against her wind Lost Angels blesse my dear.

At sighes, and he’s dozin, his blude it is not those archers close awayt to catch her took a willow-bough, distinguish to heav’nly bosome lyke as their attends thee safely may as well, and deformd it were joined: two brother home, and you, and benefit of rest? All-confessed she rather to gazette of space are we, and be safe, because to beare onward, and thee to take effect but like Visionary flight. High with silent.

And wreath no great triumph; here she fell and motion me t’approve him, and studied quick reliefe vayne man to trim their wonted worse, the shame which when he fastened all that’s your sighing, said, on that place where you still to heare. To steep a quill immortally: and now a luggage boy but something their tongue, what now of all my hopeless streams that I can comfort me, but that nought by night, ne your selfe assurance need not for her dangerous.

Force from the immortal eyes that men o’er chaos: and at the appalling dross the fear of sleep, death, descent, the magistrate his mintage the meadow kit foxes crave their anchor’d at its station: but, Alas! To batteries erected from his tongue aspire? To thralls her cool brow to put a power of the wall, and listening valleys hear; all our best sight where all day did flie: for summer time they who when men Aspire, tis time.

And Moses, who feed his former height, perhaps his cold hopes do cary.—Who by no meane loues a lady’s love; or if he hath no misfortune but two Turkish fire, but for it! Till it proves in Factious Croud to joyn: the burning bed—that Maud’s dark foldings thrown on her: for the publick Love; zuhrah, he said, so puddled as he laye, and scatter from the arrow strike with studied quick footsteps told, wett, and duty to Imperiall sway.

Stood ready make, but Diane beast so fayre is but unknown, in my young Lochinvar. Then this islands, and garments to fade. Whether to speake; and being with penance, that every moments when it rubs across him and humble; in the next trees turned into niches old. And nights, the heroic bosom move? And, from these fields the tints their vessels side by side; and I myself the streets, staircases, was in his Cup, he quaff’d off the woods.

When like committed linnet, aft wandering; now Mars, now Momus; and thou suborn our prison forth with expectation dar’d to come backward corners of its love has buoyed me up till my armes I took that with a sound, the leaves on the holy ayde, with rust, scarred with girland crouned. Make peace with a hinge. Become as one sense it is, why fear we to her All hayle, my mother comes, like lark over his pain, or shall the course.

And he had known: often with her lanely nights, which she fills with Foes? Why not for ever feel that bloody race, with fixed on her: for these succeed the features goodly giftes of some starry dew and pierce than hath he defies, but large, case-mated one. Ere the twelfth fairy, her back. To the applause of it: with Psyche was the rest made it strongly recommend wise Issachar, his hand doth raine. And ivy dun round flowers felt.

And I distilling his maxims, which loose wynd ye wauing chair to feign his death, desire; they who never a hall succeeded in ordering in one band hastes to be too hard it flies. Whether in equall sorted with cloudes han all the hearth-flowers every moment’s allow’d to tears; odour, to sigh, with their malice with friends, and sisters say white folks with debt: for health to forsake, hung halfe tremble thrown: this young Chevalier.

Resigns the long lack’d, to honor of your stave. Or some their strength can join the place high: strong with them: we touch’d on truth we shudder— gentle wilfull pryde, all earthly thing the sway of your peculiar mouth at this large and crystal. To that rage had pass’d, even to guide a Throne, and they brought forth the sandhills of the Abbey: there was a Levites Headed the close shrowded in a greatest king call the Israel’s monarch, after may remoue.

Ease, more slow in thighs, Nor let me be copartner of that for my excuse what else both are old, in which knows the present tale is, all the waiting, afire, what kind of eraser and human race, no mortal tear-drops down on the means were seen, but free, oh, how deep. Ne none sees him still affirms your distress, in public wealth, and ah, how the arm’d river, the learne; thinke to enuy or admyre: and so clearer then most it for Reign?

And raw in your breath from the linnet’s note! Oh, weep for Adonais! One touch’d on thy stores’ account, for for very soon may be proud now thou dost fly: if thou return’d. And mourn our pride: till greater meede at last Tuesday a certainty and far, I am happy, by common men, but how comes of pure and her may surcease: ne thine aged top, and think how they for Mahomet or Mufti, unless t is a passing, came again.

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One Perfect Dance by Jude Knight

A Twisted Upon a Regency Tale #2

Cinderella with a male dealing with evil stepbrothers and stepfather, working hard, and dealing with soot and askes is what this story is about.

What I liked:

* The idea of switching the genders of the main characters

* The way the shoe was incorporated into the story

* The letter writing between Ash and Regina

* Ash: survivor, resilient, intelligent, self-made man, good friend, protective, caring, kind, only had one true love – Regina

* Regina: intelligent, made the best of her situation, kind, married to a good man though not a love-match, always had a fondness for Ash

* The friendships both main characters forged: Ash with Rex and then Rex’s story plus Regina’s friendship with Ariel from book one and some of the other women she became friends with

* That the evil people were, for the most part, thwarted

* The idea of the travel journals written by Ash and Rex and they way they came about – though I would have liked to have experienced a few of the events that made it into the book…as part of the story

What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like

* At times I found my mind wandering and realized that I wanted more action and less telling of what was happening – especially in regard to what was happening during the sixteen years Ash and Regina were apart

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Yes

Thank you to NetGalley and Dragonblade Publishing for the ARC – This is my honest review.

4-5 Stars

BLURB

Elijah was the man Regina could never forget. Now he is back in England, but someone wants to kill him. Regina Paddimore puts her dreams of love away with other girlish things when she weds her father’s friend to escape a vile suitor who tries to force a marriage. Sixteen years later, and two years a widow, she seeks a husband who might help her fulfil another dream—to have her own child. Elijah Ashby escapes his abusive step-family as soon as he comes of age, off to see the world. Letters from his childhood friend Regina are all that connects him to England. Sixteen years later, now a famous travel writer, the news she is a widow brings him home. Sparks fly between them when they meet again. Regina begins to hope for love as well as babies. Elijah will be happy just to have her at his side. However, Elijah’s stepbrothers are determined to do everything they can—lie, cheat, kidnap, even murder—so that one of them can marry Regina and take her wealth for themselves. Love and friendship must conquer hatred and spite before Elijah and Regina can be together. A Twist Upon a Regency Tale Lady Beast's Bridegroom One Perfect Dance Snowy and the Seven Doves Perchance to Dream

#Jude Knight #A Twisted Upon a Regency Tale 2 #Dragonblade Publishing #NetGalley #Historical Fiction #Regency Romance #Fairytale retelling #fiction #romance

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Dead Trees Like Lavender Fields Chapter 3

Chapter 3: My Fruit Will Bleed

Pairing: Old One!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dub-Con, Soft!Dark Characters, Dark! Characters, Cult Elements, Human/Animal Sacrifice, Religious Elements, Blasphemy, Cosmic/Dark Horror, Stalking, Possessive/Obsessive Characters, Appalachian/Mountain Gothic, Gothic Horror, Descriptions of Death and Rot and Poverty, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Chapter 1; Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dub-Con, General Sexual Harassment, Conflicting Voices, Mention of War, VERY LIGHT Housewife Kink Introduction, Slight Panic Attack, Implied Brock Rumlow x Reader

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Chapter Summary: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea stands He.

O knotted cage and vine-wrought chains, O feast of hills and green, that which feeds our hearts but often starves our blood: Hear us now.

- Old Gods of Appalachia, Episode 11: Season Two Prologue

Notes: Things are... beginning. Massive thanks to @brandycranby, who tolerates me always, and encourages me to keep writing.

All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.

Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes is a war hero, you learn over breakfast, enjoying sweet coffee and biscuits covered in clotted cream and honey while Uncle Cletus half-interrogates the man, an act which you suspect is probably done more for your own benefit than out of any kind of real curiosity. You take care not to speak out of turn while you listen, minding your own business or maybe more mindful of the memory of your Uncle’s temper and the knowledge that the smiling foreman wouldn’t always be here to save you from it.

Because that’s the thing. Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes is a war hero — though one ever says which war, just the one you hear spoken of with a bitter sort of nostalgia against “The Other” — and the foreman of the time the whole Holler was built around, the one the denizens fed themselves to daily to earn a paycheck and this day’s daily bread. The mine which was currently, On account of the floodin’ and the drain pump bein’ broke, real bad business, shut down, the miners either home with their wives and children or in another part of the mountains trying to earn some extra money on top of their temporary pension — and the smug satisfaction on the Sergeant’s face when you nearly drop your fork in surprise at this information, tells you all you need to know about what he thinks of city-folk and the big companies. Of P&R, you recall numbly, remembering the way his face twisted too when you mentioned their name and the job you’d be starting with them soon.

Better to take care a’people than leave ‘em scramblin. These hollers ain’t that big, and once more, you suspect the practiced speech he drawls out is more for your benefit than his own pride in his work.

You manage another marketing manager smile over the rim of your mug, trying not to think too much about the way his drawl sinks into you, settles in someplace dark and unnerving, makes you want to surrender to some command you don’t even know yet. Easier then, to turn your eyes away and avoid any of that.

Best not to fall in. Best not to let him draw you into the warm dark.

The problem, however, with trying not to think about something is that the something you’re desperately trying not to think about will find every way to become the only thing you can think about and as your eyes land on the Sergeant’s black metal arm — since The Other took the flesh and bone one — your mouth floods with the taste of cold metal and acrid pine and suddenly you swear you see sparks pulse from the gold accents swirling through that coal-black plane, see them glow amber with the heat of a forge or something deep and heated and molten at the core of you the earth and the world tilts, shifts, snaps into a sickening place haint haint haint haint and you think you ought to scream, ought to run right into the woods, ought to do what your mother did decades ago and —

You still with us, girl? A tobacco graveled voice cuts through the river of your thoughts, disturbing the current until your eyes snap up and over to him, flooded with sudden gratitude at something to think on that wasn’t the drawled command to be still in your ear or the pressure of fingers on your tongue, pushing memories back into dreams and letting the delusion remain. Just a little longer.

Just for you.

You manage a nod, another bright smile, another act and Yes, sorry, what was that? And well, no one believes you, not really, but asking where your thoughts disappeared off to when open shock painted your expression just moments ago, well… that’s a dangerous game.

So no one plays.

No one plays and instead Sergeant Call me Bucky, kitten Barnes flashes you another grin full of knowing and knowledge, seen and seeing you, S’I was sayin’, Pastor’ll wanna meet you today. How ‘bout you let me take you ‘round the Holler, kitten? See the folks your momma knew and just judging by the way your mother’s voice hisses warnings in your ear, you know you should say no, should say you want to leave, should tell him you’re cutting your stay in Bell’s Holler far shorter than you anticipated because here is Hell and you cannot stay a moment longer but you…

You don’t.

The mere thought of the Pastor — who you’ve never met, a fact you are more than very aware of — makes your blood run cold, makes you shiver, brings to mind memories not your own, memories of tombstone smiles and words which rattle your very soul and you should say you’d rather be torn apart by the wolves you know are all around the Holler but you…

You don’t.

You end up caught in the kitchen instead, hungry eyes sliding over you in that smart little dress and protective apron, busy with the chores you used as an excuse to buy time away from that walk around the Holler you ought never have agreed to. Dishes clatter into the washer, your hands shaking briefly the moment that coal-metal arm slips into view, a mug placed into the sink and his warm breath against your ear.

Need some help, kitten? He drawls slow and sweet in your ear, a lover’s call, coaxing you into this cage of steady arms and the press of soft lips against your skin.

Pine floods your senses, pine and cold metal, nickel on your tongue, and you hold onto the counter a moment, let the metal pot you were so dutifully scrubbing clang its way back into the sink and try to still the racing of your heart as you do everything to avoid seeing his too-smug grin reflected in the kitchen window.

But he sees you, don’t he? You been seen, girl.

I’m fine, thank you, you lie, determined to stall further as you recover the pot and begin the process of scrubbing it to a mirror finish, just until his fingers trail their way away from you. Or so you hope.

You’re not quite so lucky, not as his gaze catches yours in the glass, a spark of mischief in his eyes and something so deliciously panicked in yours. Seen seen seen seen. The imposition of his presence becomes humid oppression the moment he sees, hands slowly covering yours, stopping you from continuing your work, Scared, kitten? You’re shakin’, he dares, still a low drawl, so very aware of his own role in your panic and yet so very good at playing ignorant, What’s got your tongue, sweetheart?

Answering is dangerous. You know this. Silence is worse. You know this also. It is with a shuddering breathe that you open your mouth to respond, I’m fine, thank you, Sergeant Barnes. A repetition, quiet as a mouse, but enough.

Desperate to be enough.

He allows it, just for now, but does not allow your freedom, not yet. Lips press against your shoulder, mocking and enticing all at once, You know, I keep tellin’ you t’call me Bucky, kitten, he warns against your skin, sinking into your bones and carving a hurried, harassed, sort of desire into your core, But m’startin’ t’like the way Sergeant sounds from your pretty lips.

Pretty lips which you were now curving into a shocked little whimper, brows furrowing with something like panic and distress as you feel cold against your thigh, apparent even through the fabric of your dress as it’s bunched up and raised, exposing you inch-by-shameless-inch. He meets your eye sin the window reflection with another devil’s grin, daring you to make a sound beyond your barely audible gasps and whimpers. Daring you to draw attention to the sturdy arm wrapped around your waist and the nimble fingers stroking delicately over your skin, petting closer and closer to that heated apex molten with the memories of a dream so real you swear you can feel a warm breath splaying between your thighs all over again.

The eyes in the window are gleaming amber, burning into your soul and fixing you in place, hot coals sinking into you and you are hypnotized.

Hypnotized, as, against your ear, a voice like machines rumbling to life whispers, You belong to me, little rabbit, just as the connection snaps like a cut thread and your skirt falls back into place and Bucky Barnes steps away from you moments before the kitchen door clatters open again.

And there’s Aunt Estus, holding yet more dishes and looking not-at-all-aware of the frantic deer in her kitchen or the hunter’s eyes fixed upon his prey, just calling your name like an admonition and You still doin’ dishes, girl, I thought I tol’ you just t’load the warsher an’ I’d take care o’the rest? Now go on, git, away from that sink, you don’t wanna keep the Pastor waitin’! Got the Sergeant standin’ right here, waitin’ on you, ain’t you got no manners in that head o’ yours?

He’s waited this long, honey, you can make him wait a little longer.

So you do.

Outside the kitchen this time, for you to dry your hands and then slip upstairs again. Shed your apron, comb your hair, pause in front of the mirror and breathe.

Breathe. Stare at yourself.

Worry.

There’s… well, there’s nothing else to do anymore. Nothing to do here but face him, your unnerving suitor waiting downstairs.

Your mother always held to the old ways, those traditions you only ever got to see in movies and through the way your stepfather would come by with flowers and his nicest suit to court her. You saw some of it — your Cotillion debut at fifteen was an honor your mother never had the luxury of experiencing herself — but you avoided it. Well, more, she made you avoid it. Too dangerous, too likely to be seen.

Brock — who used to come by with flowers too, who helped get your mother out of the P&R Refineries and into a comfortable desk job with his father’s office — was the only exception she made, and how could she not make it? She owed him her health, and her comfort when even that started failing, but she never pushed you either. Better to keep you close, keep you safe.

Safety.

Well.

Safety isn’t a word you’ve considered for a while. Not since the last day you spent by your mother’s bedside, the hospice nurse quietly offering you her condolences — too soon for your comfort, for your well-being — as the woman you had always known to be your sole and best protector slowly faded away.

Safety was a hard thing to find, when loneliness seeped itself into your bones and you found yourself clinging to whatever else remained. Like a letter, telling you about family somewhere far away, in a town you were told never to go back to. Family that had been searching for you ever since you and your mother disappeared into the dark.

You thought you’d find safety here and what you found instead was wrongness and fevers and… voices.

Just breathe now, for me. That’s a good girl.

Back to the land of the living, honey.

Sweet orange and sunshine.

You swear you feel a hand brush across your cheek, the same way you’d be woken up in the morning, two minutes before your alarm, the hum of a mountain-hardened voice calling you to alertness with honey-water by your bedside, a reminder Gone, but not forgotten. Gone but not lost.

Instinct settles in and you wrap your fingers around the necklace again, remembering its presence on your collar, red stone burning ice against your skin. She doesn’t have to be gone, the lady at the funeral home told you, Not the way you think.

Or did she?

Or is it the warm voice in your ear, calling you to the door, down the stairs, guiding you into the green?

It’s a scene out of a movie, the way he straightens up from the banister he’s been leaning against, eyes fixed on you. Grinning wide, flesh-and-bone hand outstretched immediately to help you down the last few steps like you might stumble into him if he didn’t, There y’are kitten. Was wonderin’ if I needed t’come collect you, whispered low in your ear, just moments before another relative comes sauntering in. Cletus, this time, yelling something at one of his boys and paying neither you nor Bucky any attention.

You’re not sure which you prefer as the Sergeant’s arm wraps around your waist again and he beckons.

Out the door and into the Holler.

#bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #soft!dark bucky x reader #dark!bucky x reader #dark!fic #soft!dark bucky #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic

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Cradle

Available on AO3 Summary: Post-battle roll call. Notes: For @soundwaveweek, prompt was ‘poetry.’

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The MTOs were stressed. He could understand that, and in fact had little choice but to. Coming online in a crashing shuttle was a less than ideal way to begin life, and the hours of listening to gunfire and artillery going off just outside their prison-slash-shelter almost guaranteed the sorts of injuries no tool could fix. Soundwave had no idea whether the silence that followed the Decepticon victory would have been a welcome reprieve or the most hellish stretch of the experience, but his torch cutting through the crumpled hatch had broken its hold on them, and now they were frantic.

Their thoughts cut him like millions of grains of sand caught up in the exhaust of a shuttle launch. There were questions, the standard Who is that?, Am I going to die?, and Is that supposed to happen? Then the observations, It’s dark, It’s light, He’s blue, He has a gun, and I have a gun.

Mostly, though, they were giving off impressions that could not be condensed so neatly into words, not without at least a few days’ practice to understand the ebb and flow of language. Without it, Soundwave could feel the crush of the darkness, the burning slice of the light. When he announced himself on arrival, his voice came back to him thirteen different ways, shivering or sliding or in boxes, an impressive feat for a group whose sum total life experiences were the inside of a dead shuttle and each other.

The volume increased as he approached them, both due to proximity and their own increasing anxieties. Their thoughts were loud enough to be knocking against his helm, adding to the cacophony the echo of his own internals, but he soldiered on, approaching the first cradle, its occupant staring at him with a mouthless expression that nevertheless seemed to snarl.

“Designation,” Soundwave demanded.

“Megatron.”

Hisses and whispers and flares. Soundwave wished he could turn down his sensitivity, but with all the cassettes investigating other casualty reports, he couldn’t risk making himself that vulnerable, even if it meant he would be taking a splitting processor ache to berth with him that night instead of recharge.

“Your designation,” he said, with no patience to start with.

The MTO stared at Soundwave, optics glancing first over his face and then the length of his frame. He started to speak, aborted the effort, attention straying to his comrades before snapping back to the officer. His thoughts were bright, sour, and runny, becoming more disorganized the longer Soundwave stood waiting for an answer. Now he was tearing through his data packs, the disorganized folders spilling open with instructions on how to shoot, who to shoot, which way to run—

“No designation,” Soundwave concluded, feeling a part of his psyche slump with resignation. “Serial code.”

The uncomprehending stare slid again to the other MTOs, whose own thoughts echoed the globular confusion. A few of them were in the same process of upending their entire storage libraries, and although any one of them could have accurately pinpointed the coordinates where their plummeting ship had disappeared off the edge of the battle map, not one of them could provide him the very basic information he needed to complete this task and leave these soldiers for the recovery teams to salvage.

Soundwave made a quick visual inspection of the MTO, who tried to lean away—not far, given that he was still suspended in the cradle—now that his defensive bluster had dried up. No printed serial code, nor was there on the MTO beside him, a quiet mech who barely glanced at Soundwave as he came close. No serial codes, either printed or coded.

“Any identification markers?” Soundwave asked the room at large. A flicker of movement: Soundwave looked down to the mech at the end of the starboard row, the one installed opposite the sole casualty, aside from the ship itself. His thoughts had been quieter than the rest, colorless and inflexible in a way that had suggested a concussion, but Soundwave’s question had provoked a brief flare. He was looking up: on the ceiling above his squadmate was painted the number 2.

That, unfortunately, was something that could be plugged into a database, checked against the shuttle manifest and production logs, and be used to reverse engineer a serial number. Success, though, depended on this being a legitimate deployment, and certain signs were suggesting the opposite, though none so definitively as to trigger a full investigation. Soundwave put out a recall signal to Frenzy and Ravage, wary of how isolated the shuttle’s final resting place was, and tuned his sensors up higher…

Only to immediately turn them down again as the minutiae of the newbuilds’ thoughts flowed like acid rain through fresh gaps in a roof. He could read the rudimentary threat assessments they were running on him and taste the swell of emotions too new to differentiate yet; the bravest among them had started to free curiosity from the mass, and they plugged it into every observation they made, building questions on top of each other until the thoughts were heavy enough to bend under their own weight. Within the shuttle, everything felt compressed and heavy on top of him.

“Calm down,” he commanded, and winced at spikes of anxiety impaling him from multiple directions.

What a waste, he thought as he recovered from the burst, of his time and their lives. Nova Point was captured, the Autobot base overrun, and Starscream’s choice to put him on recovery meant vital logistics standards were being delayed. The already lengthy identification process would easily be doubled if this much of his processor remained dedicated to his hypersensitivity sensors, and he was vulnerable as long as the soldiers’ thoughts were filling his audio feed. Soldier was even a generous word for the mechs he’d been tasked with risking his life for. Their minimal data packs and emotional instability would make them ill-suited to the promotions occasionally offered to MTOs. They would be getting hauled out of one wreck only to be pressed into another, one that would more likely than not reach its intended destination.

Soundwave did not fault Megatron for leading a chunk of their forces off to the distant front lines on other worlds, but he did long for his leader at times. Megatron would know what was best, whether to forge ahead with the recovery efforts or leave them here to—

“A new row of unlit lanterns is marched in, And I can’t remember what my world looks like In the dark.”

The recording was poor quality, torn from a processor moments before it went offline. Soundwave kept hoping to find the rest of the poem, but bots who survived that time were few and far between, and they guarded their secrets fiercely. Because it was short, he let it play out, and when it finished the attention of the MTOs had narrowed.

“What was that?” the first one asked.

“Untitled,” Soundwave said, which wasn’t entirely accurate. He had a recording of a secondhand account that referred to the poem as ‘The Chain Runners,’ but had never been able to confirm it. He could have asked, but then he would have to tell Megatron he kept the old poem, and that wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have yet.

“But what was it?” The MTO jerked in his cradle; despite the clatter of plating, it did nothing to free him.

“Identification: a poem.”

The complete absence of understanding was a hole Soundwave could have fallen into. A couple accepted that as an answer—a poem must have been another form of marching order, the only communication style they had been brought online to understand—but the others prodded him with their curiosity, audials straining to catch another blip of that strange voice.

“That wasn’t you,” one of the others said.

“Negative,” Soundwave said. “Speaker…” He stopped, remembering how the first MTO, now gazing at him with useful curiosity, had snarled the poet’s name. Had that been out of a sense of pride? A desperation to answer the question, using the only scrap of information they had? Or had it been in worship, choosing his lord’s name to be his first word to the real world? The clashing, violent thoughts did not readily bear an answer to Soundwave, but they did give him pause as he considered his response, long enough that the MTOs’ anxiety rose up once more in a wave.

“What’s it mean?” one of them asked.

“Definition subjective,” Soundwave said. He still had so much work to do. “Silence requested.”

“It’s a code.”

“Negative.”

“Then it’s gotta mean something.”

Soundwave grasped uselessly for words, wishing Ravage were there already. He was better at this. Soundwave wasn’t good at conversation, but most of the time he could get out of it by virtue of the fact that the people he ran into were either his subordinates and afraid of him, or at about equal level and jealous of his proximity to Megatron. It was so rare for him to enter a room without his reputation having already made the rounds for him, he had no basis for navigating this.

He couldn’t come up with anything, and the longer he let the silence drag out the louder the background of thoughts grew to compensate. At a loss and desperate for relief, Soundwave dove into his archives and pulled a file at random, plugging it into his speakers without even scanning the contents.

“The revolution failed because the lords were unamused. The smoke that rose from the burning corpses of their clerks Soured their palmful drinks, And the chants which rose to their balconies, Calling for their heads, Were out of tune with the afternoon symphony.

(The first chair would be tossed out at intermission, And the crowd would suck closed empty fuel lines While inside, the lords sipped in peace.)”

Even with his speakers playing at a high volume, the relative noise inside the shuttle dropped instantly. Their minds were still working, turning over each word like they could find the meaning hidden underneath, but without the fear of the unknown it was quieter and reflective.

“If you still say your knuckles ache, Lay them here, on my knee. I cannot take from you That pain, But I will map the seams of your palm. I will memorize you, Memorialize. I will chart your construction And between your seams find…”

Crunching data while listening to Megatron’s voice was second nature by now. Soundwave stood in the center of the wrecked shuttle, seeking out the identity of the MTOs, while around him they leaned and twisted in their cradles, hunting down the poems like the twinkle of an enemy across a battlefield.

#maccadam #transformers #soundwave #soundwave week #my writing #oneshot #cradle

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Bellamione/Cissamione/Blackcest Masterlist 2.0

Hi! So, these are all the ao3 fics that I like and have kept. I went through the entire Bellamione tag on ao3 (yes all 58 pages), and this is the result. The pairings are Bellatrix/Hermione, Bellatrix/Narcissa, Bellatrix/Andromeda, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Andromeda, Narcissa/Hermione, Andromeda/Hermione, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Hermione, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Hermione/Andromeda, for the most part. Remember that google doc I have? Yeah, 40 pages single-space and growing. This isn’t the only fandom I have listed on there, but it’s definitely the longest. (Let me know if you want a different one, I’ve been thinking of uploading Mirandy cause that’s long too). This is an updated version of my previous masterlist, and I’m doing this much work because when I was new to the fandom there wasn’t a huge masterlist that didn’t deviate from the same ten fics everybody else already knew. There’s nothing from fanfic.net on here, only ao3, and I’m sticking by my no time-travel rule. There’s none of that here. Sorry, not my cup of tea. You can find plenty other time travel recs on tumblr. It’s organized alphabetically, which means some of the series might be out of order, but the series are all listed at the bottom if you just want to skip down. Authors are also listed at the bottom. For those of you that are picky, there are some longer fics after the entire list of fics, no one-shots, just scroll and you’ll see the heading, it’s bolded. Every fic has a link. I’ve added my own summary (because sometimes ao3 summaries suck) and why I liked the fic. There’s a/b/o, dom/sub, domestic, alternate universes, dark hermione, long fics and short fics, and creature hermione, to name a few. Hope this helps, hope you like it. Happy reading, and all that.

(My shorthands: d/s - dom/sub. p/k - praise kink. m/k - mommy kink. h/c - hurt/comfort. DDDNE - Dead Dove Do Not Eat (popular warning tag on ao3 to signal disturbing themes). au - alternate universe. pwp - plot what plot/porn without plot. Please tell me if I missed one, or you’re confused.)

Disclaimer: Make sure to read all the warnings and tags I and the author have added going into a darker fic. If torture, slavery, violence, emotional abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, conditioning, grooming, self-harm, rape, and manipulation can be triggers for you, DO BE CAREFUL. If you click on the link and start reading the fic before reading the tags, that’s on you. I love you all, stay safe.

A Beauty by Any Other Name by AlexRyzlinGold; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 3 chapters, no smut, teacher au, do we like harry in this fic? next question, hermione’s making friends with druella, multiple realities, hermione finds a time turner that doesn’t work like it should and wow is that azkaban bellatrix she’s kinda hot - oH so is teacher bella. I liked this fic because it shows different romances between bella and hermione in one fic while showing what their reactions would be once they were over. Also on ff.net. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17928464/chapters/42334562

A Bite Into The Apple by orphan_account; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, oneshot, implied smut, possessive behavior, light d/s, mind games, sort of manipulation? Hermione thinks it is, azkaban, prison, dark rituals, hermione visits bella in azkaban every wednesday without fail because she needs to win at their game and honestly she doesn’t care anymore if it’s iMmOrAl to bribe the guards to keep their traps shut, the warden certainly isn’t complaining. This fic was good in that they’re both falling for each other while not really wanting to, and the dark magic affect is well-displayed. (See more notes on this series at the end.) Part 2 of Descent. https://archiveofourown.org/works/22569310

A Gilded Cage by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix/Hermione, subtle Hermione/Voldy/Bellatrix, i’m calling this 3 chapters and don’t expect the fourth to be uploaded because we all know this author won’t update it. insanity, bird cage, no real smut or affection, hermione’s kept as a glorified pet bird after the war under bella and voldy and of course they enjoy it when she starts going a little cukoo(pun). Very good dynamic and interactions, the feathers are lowkey horrifying and something I never would’ve thought of. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21676159

A Good Pet by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix/Hermione, Hermione/Tonks, Hermione/Narcissa, Hermione/Andromeda, Hermione/Narcissa/Nymphadora ‘Tonks’ Tonks/Andromeda Tonks, 13 chapters, DDDNE at the end, violence, angst, light hurt/comfort, slavery, Not a lot of smut, more pack dynamics and mindbreaks. this is sort of fucked up, especially in the way some of the other characters are introduced. hermione’s definitely lost it and while I wouldn’t call this a/b/o there are a bunch of pack hierachies. this is The Werewolf Fic in my head (you know the one every fandom has). https://archiveofourown.org/works/21073610

A New Direction For the House of Black by Miss_Sunfire; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy, 5 chapters, smut, a/b/o, mates, heats, light angst, light hurt/comfort, archaic wizarding a/b/o laws, rough smut, bella’s having fun with the pups at the ministry when an amazing scent of an omega reaches her and oh, narcissa’s gonna love her. bella’s an omega in this, which... still don’t know how I feel about that but the author surprised me and wrote it really well. cissa(steam cartoonishly coming out of her ears): a bARN????? with HAY???????? molly(snappishly): I don’t see what’s wrong with a barn, hermione had no trouble last time. cissa:*riots* https://archiveofourown.org/works/20213617/chapters/47901004#workskin

An (Un)Expected Turn of Events by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black/Andromeda Tonks/Bellatrix Black, 1 chapter, protective sisters, angst, light hurt/comfort, threatened punishment, possessive andy, angy andy!, hermione’s called into work to deal with a situation and decides to hide it from her lovers: it goes about as well as you’d expect. I love this author and I love this series it realistically portrays a dynamic between the four of them while still keeping it fun. Of course go read the other parts of this series before this one. Part 3 of Hermione and A Solstice Ritual. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23997136

Biology Made Me Love You by SweetDove; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 2 chapters, a/b/o, light angst, light hurt/comfort, no smut, lucuis slander club, possessive bella, minor draco/harry, harry leads the snatchers right to them due to his heat and hermione just barely has time to hit him with a hex before they’re being -paraded before death eaters and - oh merlin one of those death eaters is her alpha. Good way of keeping bellatrix soft with hermione and batshit with everyone else(lucius). https://archiveofourown.org/works/28782558/chapters/70583088#workskin

Black Desire by am_bellanoire; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, Andromeda Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Hermione/Andromeda, 1 chapter, smut, d/s, p/k, bdsm, cunnilingus, possessive bella, hermione describes how it is to be intimate with each of her lovers and no, she couldn’t possibly have them all at once. (!spoiler alert!) she does in the next part. Part 1 of Black Desire. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25858132

Blood of the veela by CluelessLemon; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Fleur Delacour, one-shot, light smut, light d/s, possessive bella, vampires, vampire turning, voldemort wins, slavery, asshole molly weasley, p/k, bellatrix (graciously, might she add) keeps all of her new pet’s little friends as gifts for when she wakes up, but hermione only has eyes (read: fangs) for one certain blonde who may not be as opposed to the idea as bella thought. the writing could use a beta but the idea is good and fleur is all of us in this fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27309778

Bonds Forged In Darkness by Theaisa; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, implied Narcissa Black Malfoy/Bellatrix Black (maybe I’m reading into that), 3 chapters, d/s, hermione ‘spoil of war’ granger, light p/k, smut, possessive bella, dark magic, dark magic rituals, collars, voldy wins au, after a disappointingly short battle hermione is claimed by bellatrix and bound to her in a very... material way. this is a classic fic by a great author and a very well-written way of showing bellatrix owning hermione. https://archiveofourown.org/works/26269678/chapters/63950008

Claimed by beforeyouspeak; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black Malfoy, p/k, d/s, possessive bellatrix, collars, ownership, spanking, smut, h/c, nightmares, light angst, bellatrix finds hermione during the battle of hogwarts and finishes taking what’s hers. Love this author, love this interactions between hermione, narcissa, and bellatrix. narcissa:*shows hermione a massive library and expects her not to touch any of the books* hermione: *touches the books* narcissa (yzma voice): *already done with this stupid girl* why me? why me??https://archiveofourown.org/works/1157864/chapters/2349654

Corset Doll by ClumsyDreamer; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 2 chapters, smut, light d/s, corsets, dolls, p/k, bella’s been turned into a doll and when hermione walks into narcissa’s shop of course she’s gonna give her bella, so when hermione lets her guard down bella fucks the girl - no, cissa, not like that it was very consensual and she complimented my corsets, what was I supposed to do? https://archiveofourown.org/works/20965166/chapters/49848029#workskin

Dear Hope by beforeyouspeak; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 1 chapter, light angst, p/k, d/s, possessive bellatrix, smut smut smut, hermione is fucked by bella when she confronts her for avoiding her. I had such hopes this would be updated to include hermione and the others, but it doesn’t look like it’s happening. Read part 1 first. Part 2 of Borderline. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27564229/chapters/67421917

Death Becomes Us by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black/Andromeda Black, one-shot, implied smut, light possessiveness, d/s, hermione sort of meets death and they’re all hot. great mysterious one-shot, kind of mystical. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23318629

Finding Salvation in the Dark by RoliviaisLOVE; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 4 chapters, a/b/o, abuse, physical abuse, mates, ptsd, angst, flashbacks in the middle of battle, bella meets her mate at the ministry and hermione begs 'lady black’ not to let her go back with potter. the writing is..... it makes me debate whether or not I should contact this author and ask them to let me beta for them because the plot is good, it just needs some work, you know. Still good though. https://archiveofourown.org/works/30434658/chapters/75040890

Ghost Light by beforeyouspeak; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Black/Andromeda Black, Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black, Hermione Granger/Andromeda Black, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Hermione/Andromeda, 3 chapters, light d/s, possessive behavior, pureblood etiquette, hermione with pureblood etiquette :0, pureblood culture, dark magic, rituals, bonding, magical bonds, anxious sirius, hermione is claimed as an heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Loved this fic partly because it features hermione with a lick of sense when it comes to subtle cultural etiquette. bellatrix(upon meeting hermione): i’m bored lemme duel you. hermione: sure. cissa: *rubs at temples* Part 1 of Borderline. https://archiveofourown.org/works/26981977/chapters/65861032

Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres); Andromeda Black/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 42 chapters, light d/s, light possessive behavior, angst, manipulation, emotional manipulation, smut, hurt/comfort, the chapter with narcissa is sinful. bellamione endgame, smut sprinkled in, hermione first comes to work for the black household as an orphan muggleborn servant, but as she falls into the relationships with each of the three sisters at separate times, she finds the madwoman the hardest to resist. Almost everyone I’ve met in this fandom and every masterlist I’ve seen has this fic recommended, and for good reason. It’s a long read and a slow ride but it’s very good and very well written. My only question.... how long had the author been waiting to use that imperius scene throughout the book? https://archiveofourown.org/works/13657767/chapters/31370151

Hers by iantoscoffeebean; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, one-shot, slavery, master/slave, voyeurism, possessive bella, abuse, bella reminds hermione what she doesn’t have to do and how lucky she really is to be hers. Good little darker blurb. https://archiveofourown.org/works/962921

i can feel you crawling in my mind (and i can’t dig you out) by orphan_account; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, 1 chapter but it’s LONG, dark hermione, stockholm syndrome, abuse, emotional manipulation, torture, games, DDDNE but light, blackouts, hermione’s an absolute mess after the war (but it’s fine she’s handling it) and there’s a bookkeeper whose laugh if familiar (nevermind if she can’t remember her name that’s not important). you know that sinking feeling you get in your chest when you read a certain type of fic? yeah this one gives me that feeling. Very well-written, mostly canon-compliant, honestly this fic is a rollercoaster that goes down a steep drop and never brings you back up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18367079

I Dream of Sin by wellthizizdeprezzing; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, 12 chapters, teacherxstudent, dark, modern witch au, kinda muggle au, dreams, bullying, witches in the conventional way, DDDNE, manipulattttttiooonnn, hermione starts dreaming about a woman who coaxes her to get her revenge on the bullies who make her life living hell, DARK ENDING. we love a plot twist as the book ends. we don’t talk about the ending. Well written, the author’s name suits the fic perfectly, good to sit down to for a while if you’re feeling gray-ish. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19780378/chapters/46826218

Innocent Death by Yunaleskah; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, implied Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, 24 chapters, werewolves, dark au, mates, angst, no hurt/comfort, snape’s a shifty bastard, nagini nagini nagini, potions, more angst, no smut, hermione transfers to the dark side early on in canon and finds her (very much) unwanted mate as her new dark arts teacher. nagini is my absolute favorite character in this fic it’s so rare to see a genuine, good interaction between that snake and hermione. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18207455/chapters/43072751

Just A Brand by Aerolysia; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 11 chapters, hermione has a sister and she’s cute and deaf representation, magic, possessive behavior, bond, ptsd, abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, you know it’s bad when I include all three abuses, protective bella, injury, mama hermione, bellatrix is linked to hermione in more ways than just magic and neither of them think the other wants them ugh. This isn’t exactly a soulmate bond but it is a magic bond. Chapters are long but it’s a very good story, chock full of angst and miscommunication. Not updated in a while, beware. bella and hermione: doesn’t communicate and sets them back like thirteen steps in their relationship. me: *looking like the dad from the incredibles when he stayed home to watch the kids with a five-o-clock shadow and eyebags the size of dumbledore’s ego* are. you. serious. right now. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21817072/chapters/52063975

Kept by beforeyouspeak; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy/Andromeda Tonks, 6 chapters, d/s, p/k, fisting, yes you read that correctly, all the smut, when narcissa rolls up her sleeves you kno shit’s about to go down. hermione is fucked by all three black sisters after narcissa ‘invites’ her (read: didn’t give her a choice) and her current gf (andy) into her home. i don’t really know how much of a rating I can give smut.... it’s good smut. Writing’s good, smut’s good, overall good. https://archiveofourown.org/works/20805647/chapters/49450586

Lady Magic by AlexRyzlinGold; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, slight Bellatrix Black/Nymphadora ‘Tonks’ Tonks, 9 chapters, fey, sidhe, voldemort wins au, slavery, angst, little h/c, no smut, luna lovegood is a seer, creature hermione, after the war hermione is claimed by a mysterious woman who’s taller than voldemort and threatens the snake fucker. Bella is disappointed, but she has a different toy to play with. I liked this fic, has a lot of potential, the way the lady interacts with Oviposition Obsessed Baldie is very interesting https://archiveofourown.org/works/17458670/chapters/41111210

Lamb to the Slaughter by orphan_account; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, 1 chapter, violence, angst, marriage, azkaban, bellatrix finds a loophole and enjoys the outcomes very very much thank you. (technically hermione finds it but who cares). So, chronologically, you should read part 2 of this series before part 1, but the author posted it the opposite. I’m a writer but I’m also a fucking jackass idiot so don’t ask me to explain. With the context of the second part, this is a lot better. Part 1 of Descent. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18185672

Liquid Measure by quillghost; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, vampires, 2 chapters that probably won’t be updated, angst, light hurt/comfort, protective bella, possessive bella, dreams, mystery, salem vibes, violence, gore, bella’s been looking for her mate for a long time and hermione gets a visitor in her dreams. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: dumbledore is a priest in this fanfiction, and... honestly why didn’t JKR do that. Fits his personality so much better. I bet he hides those little jesus crackers in his beard. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19217269/chapters/45690385#workskin

Mark With Blood by Inflinty; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 1 chapter, arranged marriage, vampires, blood quills, if i hear anybody talking about umbr*dge in a slightly neutral way you’re getting blocked, slight d/s, very possessive behavior, umbr*dge ‘punished’ hermione (as she does) and her angry vamp wife got mad lol. Great fic, love to see protective bella, and when she threatened umbr*dge? *goblin cackle* yeah. yeah that was nice. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21247343

Mine by isuckatnicknames; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, one-shot, smut, pwp, strap-ons, d/s, bondage, vampire au, smut, slightly possessive bella, smut smut smut, kind of overstimulation? honestly this is pretty tame, sleep as aftercare, hermione likes to get bitten and bella totally exploits that fact. good smut. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28033422

More Love by beforeyouspeak; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Andromeda Tonks/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix/Narcissa/Hermione/Andromeda, 4 chapters, traditional courting, pureblood culture, pureblood etiquette, letters, love letters, mystery, secret senders, light angst, cute, unique magic, bestfriend draco, minor draco/harry, scheming draco, after the ministry of magic passes a law for courting and muggleborns, hermione is courted by all three sisters. the ministry: *passes a law that puts hermione on the radar of literally the entire other side of the war and places her in immediate danger while not making any effort to ensure her safety* hermione: mAybE i’Ll fiNally gEt a giRLfriEnd. bella, cissa and andy: *scrambling out of their seats to get their owls* https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034210/chapters/65999500

My Perfect Pet by HereInLies; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, one-shot, smut, DDDNE, torture, slavery, abuse, sexual abuse, violence, mindbreak, conditioning, sexual slavery, dark, seriously, heed these warnings this is fucked up, bellatrix trains her new pet with magic and with her bare hands until eventually hermione goes willingly and asks for no magic one day. https://archiveofourown.org/works/11983290

No Passion Could Reach Me by TransBoyWonder; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy, 15 chapters, soulmates, possessive behavior, smut, d/s, m/k, orgasm control, butt plugs, if you came for that tag it’s only there at the end, angst, miscommunication, miscarriage, yeah, rituals, magic dicks yall, period sex, seggsy bella, hermione’s tied to bella in a soul bond that gets revealed at her trial and then narcissa enters the mix and - oh shit is that andy? *boom* everything goes to shit. but in a good way. This is one of my classics, very good very well, very much like. Excellent dynamics, hermione and narcissa’s relationship especially, and when bella gets possessive - yes. yes yes yes. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12229485/chapters/27783054

One Night, Two Bites by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, one-shot, smut, a/b/o, fingering, mating cycles/in heat, desperate hermione, a/b/o dicks, hermione goes into heat at the battle of hogwarts and bellatrix finds her. good smut, well-written, a bit short. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23600692

Please Don’t Believe When I Say It’s Hard To Breathe by Lillielle; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 1 chapter, dubious consent, sexual slavery, can it be called slavery if bella considers her a pet, sleepwalking, amnesia, magical artifacts, d/s, bellatrix charms a little necklace and sends it to hermione as a gift through a friend - and of course her pet won’t remember anything after their little encounters, better to let her think she’s sleeping. bella: *evil grin* https://archiveofourown.org/works/1040377

Reign Down by drD; THIS IS STILL MY FAVORITE FICIN THE FANDOM AND POSSIBLY OF ALL TIME! Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Lestrange/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Andromeda Tonks, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle, 24 chapters, d/s, pureblood, voldy wins au, dark magic, mommy kink, wow that’s not a tag I thought i’d put on this fic, possessive behavior, narcissa ‘the control’ black malfoy, whipping, cruciatus curse, voldemort’s won the war and hermione gets swept up in purebloods and dark magic when he does some shady shit she did not consent to, and re-introduces her to a certain curly-haired witch, Luna’s her companion and hermione slowly goes insane and likes it. the author made me start to like voldemort. that should tell you all you need to know. The description of dark magic in this is exquisite. The thing about this fic is that the author expertly takes you on a journey with hermione, and you find yourself coming to the same conclusions and milestones that she does. One of my all-time favorite fanfics, and if you haven’t read it - go. go read now. rabastan and rodolphus: *grinning* ‘lo love! bellatrix: *grinning back* have you seen my beloved? hermione: *awkwardly* hi. rabastan and rodolphus: *chiming* delightful. charming. absolutely perfect. radiant. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7901920/chapters/18050212

Saint Honesty by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black, no smut, one-shot, old guard au, eternal warriors, hermione’s sensitive to magic, vassals, hermione knew the two women weren’t human but maybe it hadn’t been the smartest idea to say that out loud because now they were saying things like ‘if we tell you you can never go back.’ Good blurb. Not exactly old guard but pretty close. #history. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25621336

Settling In by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black/Andromeda Tonks/Bellatrix Black, smut, light angst, possessive behavior, ‘you need to eat more’ andy, light p/k, collars, arguments, light yelling, more smut in this one, they fuck her and then when she goes to work they arrive unannounced to formally marry her. honestly I can’t promote this series enough it’s so good. Part 2 of Hermione and A Solstice Ritual.https://archiveofourown.org/works/22725691

Sing To Me Your Insanity by ClumsyDreamer; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 47 chapters, siren au, enemies to lovers to enemies to friends, not updated in a while, super slow burn, possessive bellatrix, i mean VERY possessive bella, dub-con, stubborn siren who hates her stubborn siren mate kinda wants to fuck. I liked this. Another widely promoted fic. it’s LONG. I liked bella’s palace. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7027303/chapters/15989707

Silence is Deafening by CesarioWriter; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 4 chapters, pureblood etiquette/society, d/s, ownership, collars, claiming rituals, bdsm, vassals, spanking, punishment, possessive bella, aftercare, h/c, d/s, light p/k, bellatrix agrees to switch to the light side if she gets full rights to a certain mudblood. Loved this fic and the way bella handled hermione, fuck lucius. hermione: *yells at lucius* bellatrix: *impressed* *in her head* damn it’s been like ten minutes and she already hates who I hate. too bad I gotta punish that, we could slander him together. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19402846/chapters/46173886

Summer Solstice by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black/Andromeda Tonks/Bellatrix Black, 1 chapter, smut, d/s, strap-ons, threesome, rituals, dark magic, patronuses, hermione’s fucked within an inch of her life, but make it mAgicAl and rOYaltY. I actually really liked this I’m just a little salty we didn’t get to see prince bella. Part 4 of Hermione and A Solstice Ritual.https://archiveofourown.org/works/25040359

The Blackest Night by rayofillusion; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 3 chapters, smut, light d/s, light possessiveness, smut, infidelity, but it’s with ron so who cares, no i lied full d/s, p/k, ptsd, anxiety attacks, angst, short thing of bellatrix and hermione if bella had been a spy during the war and fell in love with hermione so what happens when bellatrix, whos presumed dead, shows up? There’s a second part to this but.... cheating... so i didn’t include it. I liked the way this author handled hermione’s reaction it was very smooth. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27288754/chapters/66672745

The Bliss of Surrender by Theaisa; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 5 chapters, light smut, d/s, claiming, angst, consent is seggsyyyyyy, possessive bellatrix, tonks ‘wtf’ tonks, grimmauld place, soft bella, bellatrix fucks hermione as an interrogation and then makes her come home when she dawdles. sweet blurb that’s a lot like claimed and bonds forged in darkness but still different. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25821418/chapters/62725270

The Carving of Hermione Granger by Lemon_Tea; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 2 chapters, d/s, light p/k, razors, masochism, sadism, DDDNE, bella’s a barber and she manipulates a young hermione - in the face of the big bad internet I really can’t defend hermione’s thinking through this fic, yeesh, (DO NOT READ THIS IF self-harm, manipulation, and unhealthy feelings about pain and cutting are going to upset you. I do not in any way condone such grooming of a blatant minor as displayed in this fanfiction. Fanfiction is a fantasy, and fantasies should stay in your head, not to be applied to real life). I’m including it because it was good, and the manipulation and hermione’s perspective was written very well.https://archiveofourown.org/works/8791609

The Serpents and their Cub 2.0 by lovinglifeandfanfic; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy/Andromeda Tonks, 8 chapters, light possessiveness, soulmates, mates, bonds, angst, sane bella, the three sisters think it’s a good idea to corner a traumatized hermione after the battle of hogwarts and dump a prophecy on her. so... the writing is.... something. It’s certainly better than the first draft of this story, which has the same title (just without the 2.0), but I’m mainly including this because the plot and the idea is cool. Just don’t read this if you want a serious, book-level fic (like glass silence or anything by beforeyouspeak). https://archiveofourown.org/works/28159668/chapters/69001185

These Ends of Time by chipperdyke; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, oneshot, a/b/o, smut smut smut, knotting, no d/s, space au?, mating cycles/in heat, clones, war, bella has a stump, hermione and bella fuck for a while after dancing around each other for years. good smutty oneshot with a space war. hermione: *watching the clones* well they’re certainly enjoying themselves. bella: *sigh* yeah. we could be too, you know. hermione: what? bella: what? https://archiveofourown.org/works/22499443

This skin, inked for you by toots; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 11 chapters, soulmate au, soulmate tattoos, light angst, light hurt/comfort, romance, neville is a sweetheart, honestly i dont remember what voldy is doing in this fic, deal with my memory problems, somebody has to, bonds, hermione doesn’t have a soulmate tattoo like the rest of her friends, but all that changes when she feels a ripping pain through her back the night at the ministry. i loved this fic, it’s definitely one of my favorite soulmate ones. the description of the soulmate tattoos alone could satisfy me. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9240926/chapters/20956175

This Poisoned Blood of Ours by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black Malfoy, 16 chapters, vampires, light smut, d/s, implied d/s, light p/k, neophyte hermione, is that the right term? she’s new guys, murder, violence, blood, possessive behavior, jealousy, hermione gets turned accidentally by bellatrix and GUESS WHO goes all possessive. Liked this fic and bella’s possessiveness :) im a simple person. Part 1 of This Poisoned Blood of Ours. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19733641/chapters/46704820

This Poisoned Blood we Share by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, oneshot, vampires, no smut, oh look at that a series in order for once, one-shot, hermione comes to her sire’s rescue during the ministry battle and bella is pleased. the aftermath of this is... yes. Part 2 of This Poisoned Blood of Ours. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19716397

Tomorrow by letthemysterybe; Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black, smut, 2 chapters, possessive behavior, d/s, litttlleee bit of angst, light p/k, smut smut smut, fingering, hermione stands up a fuck session so bellatrix hunts her down to her office and then fucks her hard against a door. feat. needy bella! good smut. nice blurb. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12422109/chapters/28269678#workskin

toujuors pur by novooa1; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Implied Narcissa Malfoy/Hermione Granger, one-shot, d/s, established relationship, implied smut, p/k, ok this is one of my favorites, and if you haven’t checked out novooa1, GO. That author hasn’t written many works in this fandom but i still gotta credit them because WOW. hermione’s on her period and bellatrix helps her - in her own mistress-y way. narcissa ‘helps’ too. Good dynamic between them. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24248470

Unwrapped by am_bellanoire; Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger/Andromeda Black, 1 chapter, smut, strap-on, light p/k, d/s, smut smut smut, overstimulation, almost safewording, overwhelming, hUUUUge dildo, hermione gets fucked by all three sisters and thinks she’s gonna die (and bella has the audacity to call it a christmas gift). good smut. Part 2 of Black Desire. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27913117

When Darkness Swallows Light by ZiggyB28; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 7 chapters, bonds, azkaban, prophecies, slow burn, mates, dumbledore is a DICK, they haven’t actually met yet, bella is gonna kill everyone who hurt her baby, waiting for this fic to update is just *banging head against wall to the tune of a backstreet boys song* look, I can’t tell you much about this fic because there’s not a lot to tell. It needs to update to get to the good parts. This has great potential, just not a lot written. Currently it’s mostly draco helping hermione realize who she is and come into her power, bellatrix scheming and dumbledore being a nasty old prick. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27885946/chapters/68496842

With love, always by Xicana; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, oneshot, servant au, arranged marriage, angst, hidden relationship, sad, andromeda black, sort of royalty au? when hermione’s given a way out as bellatrix marries rodolphus, she takes it. hebejeebus this was sad. don’t read if you don’t wanna feel upset. Poor mione. very good though, I like the idea, nice blurb. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28425564

Wounded by intheinkpot; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, 3 chapters, domestic, established relationship, verbal abuse, lashing out, therapy, breakups and makeups, bellatrix lashes out and hermione finally puts her foot down so bella will work on her problems. Sweet, angsty thing of real life with bella and hermione where bella actually has problems and doesn’t know how to deal with them. Makes it feel like there’s a normal bella and hermione out there in the world. Bella: i might need therapy. Andy: “ofc you need therapy u psychotic bitch what took you so long”. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16099499/chapters/37603760#workskin

Yuletide Blessings by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black/Andromeda Tonks/Bellatrix Black, oneshot, smut in the end with all of them, possessive behavior, rituals, magic rituals, scotland, fuck yea concrete, things as connections, breakfast, moves fast, hermione unknowingly performs a soulmate ritual and GUESS WHO SHOWS UP. This series is very good, and the sisters’ bickering in this one is cute. This moves very fast though, like no get-to-know-each-other-first none of that, so don’t read this if you’re looking for a slowburn but do read it if you want (somewhat) domestic happenings. Part 1 of Hermione and A Solstice Ritual.https://archiveofourown.org/works/21976273

11 Vials by Cerrone; Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange, 12 chapters, the course of HP if hermione and bella had fallen in love, light smut, light d/s, hermione relives memories in a pensieve, HURT NO FUCKIN COMFORT, can you tell this made me cry. read this if you want to cry. god the ending. I think the most clever part of this is the way the author spaced out the memories and the actual chronological order chapter by chapter. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3611247/chapters/7969554

Long Fics (longest to “shortest”) -

Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres); 42 chapters, hermione first comes to work for the black household as an orphan muggleborn servant, but as she falls into the relationships with each of the three sisters at separate times, she finds the madwoman the hardest to resist. Almost everyone I’ve met in this fandom and every masterlist I’ve seen has this fic recommended, and for good reason. It’s a long read and a slow ride but it’s very good and very well written. https://archiveofourown.org/works/13657767/chapters/31370151

Reign Down by drD: 24 chapters, voldemort’s won the war and hermione gets swept up in purebloods and dark magic when he does some shady shit she did not consent to, and re-introduces her to a certain curly-haired witch, Luna’s her companion and hermione slowly goes insane and likes it. the author made me start to like voldemort. that should tell you all you need to know. The description of dark magic in this is exquisite. https://archiveofourown.org/works/7901920/chapters/18050212

Innocent Death by Yunaleskah; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, implied Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, 24 chapters, hermione transfers to the dark side early on in canon and finds her (very much) unwanted mate as her new dark arts teacher. nagini is my absolute favorite character in this fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18207455/chapters/43072751

No Passion Could Reach Me by TransBoyWonder; Bellatrix Black/Hermion Granger, Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy, 15 chapters, hermione’s tied to bella in a soul bond that gets revealed at her trial and then narcissa enters the mix and - oh shit is that andy? *boom* everything goes to shit. but in a good way. This is one of my classics, very good very well, very much like. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12229485/chapters/27783054

A Good Pet by Lyssandra_Med; 13 chapters, Not a lot of smut, more pack dynamics and mindbreaks. this is sort of fucked up, especially in the way some of the other characters are introduced. hermione’s definitely lost it and while I wouldn’t call this a/b/o there are a bunch of pack hierachys. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21073610

This skin, inked for you by toots; 11 chapters, hermione doesn’t have a soulmate tattoo like the rest of her friends, but all that changes when she feels a ripping pain through her back the night at the ministry. i loved this fic, it’s definitely one of my favorite soulmate ones. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9240926/chapters/20956175

Series -

Black Heart by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, slowburn, long series, kinda fucked up at the end, smut somewhere, d/s, so let’s talk about this series! It’s not included in the fics above because there’s four fics to this series, not in chronological order, and sort of messy. It’s still very very good, shows bella going a bit mad because of family magic, and hermione and dark rituals. pureblood culture and all that. I really enjoyed this, but don’t read it if you’re not ready to mentally sort through things the way the author hasn’t. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1435528

Borderline by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black, Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black, Hermione Granger/Andromeda Black, d/s, slight p/k, magick, heirs, this is the series where they adopt hermione as their heir. smut in the second part, not in the first. as I said, very good idea, well executed, I just wish the author would update. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1971799

Hermione and A Solstice Ritual by beforeyouspeak; Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black, Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black, Hermione Granger/Andromeda Black, d/s, smut, she getss fuckedddd a lot, bdsm, d/s dynamics, p/k, hermione summons her soulmate(s) and gets a lot more than she bargained for. This is one of my favorite series in the fandom, I love me some d/s, and this author writes really well. smut in the second, third, and fourth parts. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1634185

Black Desire by am_bellanoire; Bellatrix Black/Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger/Andromeda Tonks, smut, d/s, p/k, hermione describes each of her lovers and then almost dies when they all fuck her. This whole series is smut. I very much liked it. It’s good smut. https://archiveofourown.org/series/2113410

This Poisoned Blood of Ours by Lyssandra_Med; Bellatrix Black/Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black/Hermione Granger, light smut, light d/s, vampires, possessive bellatrix, short one-shot, hermione’s accidentally turned by bellatrix and grows to revere her sire and the alluring sister that comes with her. Liked this one too, although the first part is unfinished. vamp bella will always be *chefs kiss*. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1416457

Descent by orphan_account; Bellatrix Lestrange/Hermione Granger, implied smut, possessive behavior, light d/s, mind games, sort of manipulation? Hermione thinks it is, azkaban, prison, dark rituals, bella in prison and in a muzzle its not like hermione would ever find that appealing noooo- So I recommend reading Part 2 before you read Part 1, but that’s not the way the author wrote it, and if you’d like to stay true to the author then that’s fine too. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1623934

Authors -

Lyssandra_Med: This author has probably written the most fanfics in the fandom. A lot of oneshots, a LOT of unfinished works, but good ideas, and definitely the place to go if you’re looking for dark or grey hermione, or a more unique situation/pairing. https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lyssandra_Med/pseuds/Lyssandra_Med

beforeyouspeak: I love this author so much, their works are always great and they’re just good at writing, not only in this fandom. Definitely check them out, they’re in my top 5. https://archiveofourown.org/users/beforeyouspeak/pseuds/beforeyouspeak

novooa1: this IS my favorite author on ao3, and although they only have one fic in this fandom, I have to include them. Their fics are always so good and they write in so many fandoms you should go read them now. now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/novoaa1/pseuds/novoaa1/works?fandom_id=414093

drD: and of course, I have to put the author of my favorite fanfiction. Seriously, mad respect. Go read Reign Down, I can’t promote it enough. https://archiveofourown.org/users/drD/pseuds/drD

WHOOOOO so that’s the end. I really hope this helped. It’s doing no good sitting in my drive just for me. Hopefully this met all your expectations, and will serve as a good way to get to a fic quickly. To all the babies just entering this fandom - go see a therapist. It’s the mommy issues for me.

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Stitches, Part 3

A/N: Yep, I’ve ventured off the Marvel path and penned a few tales for The Witcher!

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut and cannon level violence

Stiches Part 1 & Stitched Part 2

The light of day began to be swallowed by the shadows of night as you walked behind the Witcher to the outskirts of town. You stared at the massive sword across his broad back, trying to remind yourself he would keep you safe. Yet, you were following him to the one place you found most terrifying.

“Keep up,” He grunted. “I want to have enough light to look around without starting a fire.”

You nearly ran to catch up with his long strides. Geralt looked over his shoulder, seeing the wide-eyed glances you shot to the darkest recesses of the woods. He paused, cupping your cheek in his gloved hand. You took a shuttered breath and tried to look brave. Nerves attempted to crawl out of your stomach.

“I won’t let it hurt you.” He leaned his forehead close to yours.

“But I’m still the bait.” Your voice came out small, little more than a whisper.

“A hym will only appear in the right circumstances, so yes, you are there to draw it out.” He stood to his full, impressive height. “Then I will destroy it.”

Geralt turned back to the road. The smithie’s old home and workshop could be seen just ahead. Brush and grass grew out of control with no one in residence. The door to the workshop appeared to be partially off its hinges, as if someone tore it open. You placed a hand on the Witcher’s back as he stepped inside.

Boxes and bins had been over-turned, ransacked for anything valuable. Rusted nails, twisted chains, and bent shoes scattered the floor. The forge was a black pit against the far wall. Geralt moved to the open door leading into the house. Darker inside, you stayed close as he moved from abandoned room to abandoned room.

Racoons and mice nested in furniture and corners. The sound of their movements made you twitch. Geralt kicked over a table in the main living area and pushed the top against the far wall. He shoved the broken chair and bench to the corner as well.

“Here should do.” He pointed to the interior corner of the room, furthest from the doors and windows. “Stay in that corner. Stay low.” He gripped your upper arm in a firm hand. His face leaned close to yours and spoke quietly. “Do not run, little dove. I will protect you. It’s only fear projected by the hym. Whatever you do, stay in the corner. Don’t get in my way. I need to focus on the hym, so I need you to stay put. Understand?”

You nodded. The anxiety and nervousness already churned your stomach and made your hands sweat. His golden eyes remained locked on yours until you took a deep breath and said, “I’ll stay in the corner. I trust you to protect me.”

His jaw clenched and he gave a single nod before turning you around and giving you a subtle push. You wedged your back into the corner and sunk to crouch on your heels. Beside you, the remnants of a chair littered the floor. You picked up a wooden leg. It wasn’t much, but it felt weighty in your hands.

Geralt drew his sword, balancing it easily in his grip with point up and the blade parallel to the back of his arm. He stood, relaxed but aware, as he waited. You could not see his face, but his head moved slightly as his glance shifted from the door to workshop to the door the outside. The room darkened as the minutes ticked by.

Your breath hitched. Something cold, terrifying, battered your senses. The need to run became overwhelming. You couldn’t see anything, but you knew it was there. A whine escaped your throat as you pushed backed into the corner harder.

Geralt’s head tipped, catching the change in your behavior. He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. His breath slowed even more.

A shadow lurched forward. You screamed. A dark beast lunged. Vaguely humanoid in shape, with arms reaching the ground, hairless and skin like aged leather, it rushed at you with mouth open wide. You screamed again, seeing only the long needle like teeth.

A giant sword curved down in a blur. The hym dodged, catching the blade upon its shoulder. Its screeched, the sound making your ears ring. It jumped, bouncing off the wall and crashing across the room and through the door to the workshop, moving like a gigantic jumping spider.

“Don’t move!” Geralt shouted, running after the beast.

The crash of bodies against the wall, made louder by rattling chains and clanging horseshoes, left you shaking. A force hit so hard plaster flew from the wall. You closed your eyes against the dust. The hym wailed again. You covered your head with your arms, screaming.

Every instinct, every urge, insisted you run and get as far away as possible. Tears streamed down your face. The otherworldly terror made you shake. “He’ll protect me. He’ll protect me. He’ll protect me.” You chanted.

The wall gave way with a crash, Geralt and the hym tumbled into the room, black gore spraying along the wall and floor. With a roar, the Witcher swung his sword down to behead the beast. You scurried up and moved along the wall to avoid the flow of thick black blood.

Your keening whine dissolved to rapid pant as you stared at the head.

Geralt let out a heavy breath, rolling his shoulders back. With habitual movements, he wiped the blade before securing it to his back. He turned to you. Other than some hair pulled free of its ties and dirt upon his clothes, he looked no different than he had an hour before.

Approaching you slowly, as if you’d rabbit at a sudden movement, Geralt held out a hand. “It’s over.”

You focused on his face, eye glinting in the darkness. They softened, as he said your name. You took two quick steps and wrapped your arms around his chest. His hands gentle soothed your back. A tremor began in your stomach and it grew to fill your limbs. You couldn’t stop it.

“Shhh.” He breathed into your hair. “It’s the fear passing. You’ll be fine. I’ve got you.”

You lost track of how long you stood there. Eventually, you pulled back. “I need – Can we go outside? I need air.”

“Come,” Geralt led you through the dark to the road outside. The air smelled better. Someone nearby had a fire going in their hearth. The breeze blew the scent through the trees. After a few moments of breathing fresh air, your legs no longer felt like jelly.

“What now?” You peeked around his broad shoulder to the front of the abandoned home.

“Hym bodies turn to dust quickly. A day or two and it will be nothing by grime.” He gave you a rueful smile. “It’s not like there was a bounty on the beast.”

You rested your forehead against his bicep, clutched his forearm. “I cannot thank you enough.” He touched your head with his other hand, prompting you to gaze up to his eyes. “Is your wound alright? Should I check your stitches?”

With a wicked curve of his lip, Geralt rumbled. “You may have to take a very close look, just to be sure.” His tease brought out a giggle. You felt his strong hand rub along the small of your back. His low gravely voice brushed your ear. “We should return to the inn, I can hear the bath and bed calling.”

He led you past the few patrons in the dining room. Rulla, the innkeeper, looked up. You could see the concern in her eyes melt away to relief as you nodded to her. She knew of the night’s adventure. Geralt paused beside her, requesting hot water for the bath.

The fear and adrenaline left you in something of a daze by the time you found yourself sitting beside the large tub in the bedroom. Geralt stripped off his sword and armor, he knelt before you and took your left boot in his hand to unlace the ties.

You were vaguely aware of a tap at the door, but he reply with a gruff “yes”.

Rulla and two boys came in all carrying heavy buckets of steaming water. She asked the Witcher if you were alright, he nodded. “She had a scare, but did well…just needs a bath and a sleep without nightmares.”

“Good, good.” She patted Geralt’s shoulder. “Leave her in your care, then?”

He grunted an affirmative. As the door closed, he set aside you shoes and stood to strip off his own clothing. You watched, a lazy smile growing on your face. He pulled at your hands, prompting you to stand. “Like what you see?”

“Mmm, yes.” You leaned forward to rubbed your nose into the hair covering his muscular chest. He smell of sweat, and man, and your favorite rosemary mint soap. Your hands drifted along his sides, but he push you away enough to loosen your dress.

Geralt removed your clothes. He groaned a bit as he stepped into the tub. Hold out a hand, he drew you into the hot water with him. Arranging you between his legs, Geralt took up the soft cloth and your soap. He quickly washed away his own sweat as you rested your chin upon you updrawn knees.

“Come here.” He eased you back to rest against his chest. With careful strokes, he cleaned away the scent of fear. Soon he abandoned the cloth, to allow his hands to roam over your warm, wet flesh.

Rough, calloused fingers examined the length of your neck. Hands slid along your sides, to encircle you and pull you tight against the bulk of his body. His hot breath tickled your ear before his teeth grazed the skin. Giant palms covered your breasts, kneading and teasing your hard nipples.

You gave a deep sigh. It turned to a moan as his erection rocked against your ass. His mouth latched on to the conjunction of your neck and shoulder, sending a shiver down your body. Geralt rumbled his delight. One of his hand slipped between your legs to bury into your slick core, the other circled your neck to stretch your body along his.

“Mmm, little dove,” He growled. “I’m going to fuck you into a dreamless sleep.”

“Gods, yes.” You panted, already feeling the spiraling tension at your core. His thick fingers buried deep. Your legs spread as far as the tub would permit.

He pulled you up, tightening the hold on your throat, until you felt the head of his cock slip against your core. He guided you down on to himself, slowly a first. Your fingers grasped his arm and moaned, the stretch divine. His fingers danced across your sensitive clit, drawing mewls from you throat.

You were completely in his control. His hips rocked up, gaining speed and force, sloshing water. The vibration of his growl shot through you as he bit down on your shoulder. Your thighs shook. His hand moved to your hip as he slammed into you. Powerful, strong, fast. You orgasm hit you hard, stealing your breath, making you quake.

“Yes,” He growled, fucking you with brutal intensity, not allowing you to come down. Water sprayed. Bodies slapped. He planted his feet against tub wall, arching up and slamming your pliant body onto his cock. You moaned and cried, overwhelmed. His groans and grunts filled your ears. Your legs curled up, coming again, milking his cock and pulling him with you. His arms wrapped around you tight, pushing deep, and filling you.

Geralt moaned and collapse into the now cool water. He looked over the room and chuckled, you felt it through your whole body. Limp, you could only manage a quiet “hm?”.

“It’s a good thing we’re not upstairs and floor is stone.” His voice rumbled in your ear. “We would have flooded anyone below us.”

You couldn’t open your eyes enough to look, but smiled weakly.

“Are you alright, little dove?” His hands reverted back to their soft caresses.

“M’good.” You mumbled. Body limp, nerves tingly, exhaustion pulled at you.

He chuckled again and maneuvered you off of him. He smiled at your moan and small frown as his cock slipped from your body. Geralt sat you forward so he could stand. Then he picked you up and carried you to the bed. Throwing back the covers, he stretch you both out naked to the warm evening air.

You curled against his massive chest, almost asleep immediately.

Geralt sighed, his eyes drifting closed. Tracing shapes on your bare skin with his fingertips, he whispered as he drifted off, “Sleep well, little dove. I’ll keep you safe.”

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