#i read everything i could get my grubby little hands on

[resident-gay-bitch]

This is inspired by this post :))

“Padfoot?” Harry asked, scrambling up to the table beside Sirius. He slapped his grubby little hands up on the table that was taller than he, and peaked over it to get a look at what Sirius was doing, “What’s that?”

“These are taxes.” Sirius said calmly, reaching down to grab Harry by the waist and hoist him up onto his own lap, “It’s things adults have to do with money. It’s very boring.”

“Do you have to do writing?” He asked, poking the page with a… green finger.

“Yes, a little bit.” Sirius said, grabbing Harry’s hand to get a good look at it, “Why are all of your fingers different colours, Bambi?”

“I wanted to be a rainbow!” He exclaimed, poking Sirius in the face, “Just like you!”

Beside them, Remus snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Just like me, huh?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah.” Harry giggled, “Like you and uncle Moony.”

Sirius laughed and nudged Remus in the ribs, “Hear that Moons? It’s not just me.”

Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head, “You’re trouble, Harry.”

Harry giggled and smiled up at Sirius, “Do you get to do colouring on taxis?”

“Taxes, Sprout, they’re called taxes.” Sirius corrected, running a hand over Harry’s unruly hair, “And no, it’s so boring. No colours allowed.”

Harry poked out his tongue and blew a raspberry, “Can I help you? Maybe I can make it fun.”

“You can absolutely help me if you like, Remus has to help me too because I’m not much good at this stuff. I reckon you’ll be pretty good at it though, don’t you think?”

“Yeah! I’m good at everything.” Harry nodded, “Mummy says I’m the best ever.”

“Well, your mummy is right. Isn’t she, Moons?”

“She’d probably hex me if I said she was ever wrong.” Remus agreed, “So yes, your mother is always right, Harry. You are the best ever.”

Proudly, Harry grinned and stuck his hands up in the air. Sirius tugged him into a big hug and kissed the top of his head before they settled comfortably in their shared chair.

Harry listened carefully as Remus explained each step to Sirius, and together they figured out how to do Sirius’ taxes.

Once that task was done, Remus left for work and Harry followed Sirius through their little house towards the laundry.

“Can I help, please, Padfoot. Mummy says I’m so helpful.”

“Absolutely you can help me, Harry.” Sirius grinned, opening up the washing machine and pulling out all the wet laundry. “I’ll carry this basket outside because it’s very heavy, but maybe you can help me hang everything out, how does that sound?”

“Okay!” Harry shouted running off in the other direction, “I’ll go get your sunglasses!”

“They’re beside my bed!” Sirius called back, chuckling to himself as he loaded up the basket.

He met Harry by the back door, and the little boy was huffing and puffing from his run throughout the house, looking for Sirius’ sunglasses and his own pair that had gotten lost in the mess of his own little room for sleepovers.

They both put their shades on, looking super cool and awesome in them together, and went outside into the summer sun to hang the laundry.

Harry was very helpful, as he said he would be, and handed Sirius each individual item from the basket so he could hang them out. Harry wanted to help hang things up too, because he said it looked fun, but he was too short to reach the clothes line. Sirius did put the boy on his shoulders at one point to hang a few of his own little socks and undies out.

Harry was very satisfied to be helping. Sirius finds it’s adorable how Harry just wants to hang around him all the time, even when he’s doing perfectly mundane things like laundry and taxes. But he supposed he used to be the same with James.

When they were younger, Sirius would follow James everywhere, and he’d watch when James wanted to do extra homework, he’d watch when James polished his broom, and he’d hang around when James wanted to read his magazines. They were best friends, of course Sirius wanted to spend every waking minute with James.

It fills him with so much pride to be that best friend to little Harry. It makes him so happy to know that Harry likes to plod around behind Sirius, doing the most boring of things, simply because he enjoys Sirius’ presence.

Sirius and James may be the best of friends, but they’re nothing compared to the friendship Harry and Sirius have created. They’re together as much as they possibly can be. When Harry was really little, he’d often get confused and call Sirius “dad”, which only made James extremely happy of course.

After the laundry was hung out, they popped back inside for a spot of tea and muffins before getting ready to head out for the day. Harry put his favorite t-rex shirt on, and the boots Sirius bought him for his last birthday. Sirius also wore his boots, and his T.Rex shirt so they’d sort of match.

They both took their leather jackets and wore their matching “cool guy” sunglasses.

Sirius isn’t allowed to take Harry on his motorcycle without adult supervision (James does not count as adult supervision), so they walked down the street, hand in hand, to the bus stop to head into town.

Harry had a wonderful time on the bus, as he always does. He likes to press his face up against the window and watch the world zoom by. It fascinates him how they can move so fast without feeling the wind in his hair or anything, unlike flying on a broom. He thinks it’s brilliant.

He also had a lovely chat with an older lady on the bus. Harry likes to talk to strangers, which became a bit of an issue a few months ago when he’d just wonder off with them. Luckily none had been of the evil sort and helped him find his family again, but it was certainly a problem. He’s better now though, only talking with strangers when someone he knows is also there.

So when an older lady sat across from them on the bus, Harry got chatting away. She told Sirius he was such a lovely boy, and that he should be a very proud dad. Harry and Sirius both had a bit of a giggle about that, and Harry corrected her by calling Sirius his “bestest friend in the entire world and also my uncle”.

When they finally reached their stop, Sirius had to pick Harry up and carry him away because all he wanted to do was chat with the lady. He was very upset to get off the bus, but Sirius bribed him with a lollipop later, so Harry calmed down.

“What’s this place?” Harry asked as they walked through the double doors of the optometrist.

“It’s where you go to get glasses.”

“Oh…” He furrowed his brow, “Did daddy have to go here?”

“Yep.” Sirius nodded, “He has to come back every so often, too.”

“Why are we here?” Harry asked, skipping along beside Sirius as they walked up to the counter, their hands intertwined.

“Because Moony thinks I need glasses, even though I think he’s wrong. But also… you might need glasses too.”

“Like daddy?”

“Yeah, like daddy.” Sirius smiled, “We have to get a little test done, but don’t worry, it’s not scary, just a bit weird. And I’m gonna be there the whole time.”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, “Can I get glasses like daddy?”

“You can get whatever glasses you want, if the eye doctors say you need them.”

“Okay!” Harry grinned, jumping on the spot.

When the pair were finally called in for their assessment, Sirius went first to help calm some of Harry’s rising nerves. He sat in the chair and confidently named all the letters the optometrist pointed out to him. Once all his tests were done, and Harry was squirming in his lap, excited and ready to take his own tests, the optometrist delivered some shocking news.

“Yeah, you really need some glasses.”

“Shit.”

“Bad word!” Harry gasped, “You’re not allowed to say that.”

“Bullocks, then.” Sirius corrected, “Bloody Remus, why is he always right?”

Harry was very brave through the bulk of his tests, it was only when the optometrist had to get up close to his eyes did he grab onto Sirius and squeeze his wrist so hard that he has little half moons indented in his skin from Harry’s nails.

Nevertheless, Sirius was proud of him, and he told Harry so much. Together, they wondered through the store, hand in hand, and picked out their glasses.

Harry picked a pair similar to his dads, round, black wire frames that were almost bigger than he was. He loved them though, and thought he looked amazing in them, and Sirius thought he was too adorable to not let Harry get them.

Sirius picked out some semi rimless tortoiseshell glasses that suited his face well, and didn’t draw too much attention whilst still accentuating his eyes. When he asked for Harry’s opinion, Harry just said, “You look really smart!”

Sirius looked back at his own reflection and realised he did look pretty smart, and decided he should buy them because Remus would probably find him really attractive.

Once the glasses were bought and they both stepped out wearing them, they headed down to the store to buy some groceries. Tonight, Harry wanted to help cook dinner with Sirius because they were having a big family tea. Lily and James were coming over, as well as Uncle Wormy, Aunt Mary, and Lele (or, Marlene, who refused to be called an aunt because she did not feel responsible enough for that title. Harry calls her Lele, and is the only one allowed to do so, because when he was smaller he couldn’t pronounce Marlene, or Marls, or Marlie, so he automatically shortened Marlie to Lele).

Harry got to sit in the trolley as they wandered around the store, and he was very helpful when grabbing the food they needed and putting it all in the bottom of the trolley in a very organised manner. All the cold things were on one side, all the not cold things on the other, all the big things at the back, and all the little things at the front. Sirius was very impressed with his organisation.

“What do you think, Bambi?” Sirius asked, stopping by the meats, “Would you prefer roast chicken, or roast lamb for tea?”

“Uhm…” Harry thought, tapping his chin as he inspected the meat isle, “Lamb because it’s bigger and I’m so hungry.”

Sirius giggled and grabbed the lamb, handing it to Harry to organise in the trolly, “Careful, muscle man, it’s heavy.”

“Woah!” Harry wobbled as he took it in two hands, carefully crouching down to put it where he wanted it to go, “It’s okay, I’m getting really strong.”

“Yes you are.” Sirius grinned, beginning to push the trolley again, “You’re almost stronger than I am.”

Harry giggled, very giddy on the compliment. Sirius adores how easy it is to get Harry in a giddy state, he gets so adorably flustered anytime anyone gives him a compliment, Sirius can’t help but compliment him all the time.

Honestly, it’s probably a little selfish of him, but he supposed it’s a good thing anyway, that he wants to dote on Harry all the time. He never grew up understanding what it felt like to be loved, he never had the adults in his life compliment him, or encourage him, or help him when he got things wrong, so he does all these things double for Harry.

It makes him so incredibly happy to know that the little rascal is growing up with such a loving environment around him, and with so many people who care about him so viscerally. So who gives a fuck if it’s selfish, at least Harry gets to feel pure happiness every single day, and gets tucked into bed at night with forehead kisses and story times, and at least he knows what it feels like to be loved.

He can’t help himself when he leans over and scruffs up Harry’s hair, and honestly, darn Remus because now he can see the twinkle of admiration in Harry’s eyes even better. Sirius flicks him on the end of the nose, which makes Harry giggle, and they spin around the corner to continue with their shop.

“We need to remember to get some mint when we go back past the vegetables, so we can make some mint sauce. Do you think you can remember that, smarty pants?”

“I will try my best.” Harry smiles, standing up and facing the front of the trolly to point Sirius in the right directions, because he’s in charge here, that’s the rules, according to Harry. “Can we please get some pudding?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Sirius smiled, “What are you thinking? Maybe some icecream? Or something warm?”

“Icecream with lots of toppings!” Harry shouted, turning back to look at Sirius, “Can we have strawberries and grapes?”

“Ooh, that sounds super yummy.” Sirius grinned, “And chocolate sauce and sprinkles too?”

Harry giggled, “Yes please.”

“Lead the way, captain!” Sirius bellowed out, and Harry turned to point him in the wrong direction, and they spent the next ten mineuts getting lost in the store.

By the time they got to the register, Sirius realised he’d forgotten the mint.

When Sirius raced back to the front of the store, to find Harry standing there anxiously with fully packed bags and an impatient cashier, he panted out a quick apology, scanned through the mint, and rushed Harry out of the store with their shopping.

“Sorry, Harry.” Sirius grumbled, switching the bags around in his hand to get a comfortable grip on them, “I know you hate being left up there by yourself.”

“She didn’t even want to talk to me!” Harry pouted, carrying a whole bag of shopping by himself. He looked like he was struggling with it, but when Sirius asked if he needed a hand, he promised he was strong enough to carry it himself.

“Well, she must have sucked. Some people are so boring, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Harry moped.

“But, if it’s any consolation, I bought you a giant sized lollipop like I promised.”

“Giant?” Harry asked, bewildered as he looked up at Sirius.

“Giant.” Sirius whispered back, like it was a wonderful secret, “It might even be bigger than you.”

Harry laughed so brightly, almost tripping over his own feet he was so distracted by it, “You’re so silly, Paddy.”

“I know, I know, I’m just the silliest.” Sirius laughed along with him, “You can eat it on the bus, if you want. But you won’t be allowed to eat it when your mum and dad come over, or they’ll get me in trouble for letting you have so much sugar.”

“Okay, I’ll keep a secret.” Harry whispered, absolutely delighted by the thought of keeping secrets from his parents.

“Good boy.” Sirius grinned down at him, “Come on, we’re almost at the bus stop.”

On the ride home, Sirius started up a game of I-Spy, which Harry roped a couple of teenagers on their way home from school into playing. They were two girls, each with hair bigger than their backpacks, who giggled whenever Harry said something adorable.

Sirius only stopped giggling with them when one of the girls made a comment about how Harry had a really cute dad too. Which of course, Harry didn’t pick up on and only corrected them the same way he had that old lady earlier today, but Sirius very pointedly didn’t continue any conversation with them out of pure discomfort.

On the short walk back from the bus stop to Sirius’ house, Harry started to struggle even more with his shopping bag. The big day had started to catch up with him, and the little boy started to get tired, tripping over his own feet and going unnaturally quiet. Not only that, but carrying an entire shopping bag whilst also trying to eat a jumbo lollipop seemed to be a very hard task.

“Oh, Harry, would you be able to grab my keys out of my pocket? I’ve got my hands full.”

“Me too!” Harry groaned. He had a tendency to get grumpy when he’s tired.

“Yes, yes, just put that bag down for a second- here, hand it to me, there you go.” Sirius nodded, taking the bag from Harry, “And hand me your lollipop- good boy.”

Harry reached into Sirius’ pocket and pulled out the house keys, finding the right one to stick in the door, “Got them.”

“Great job.” Sirius smiled, handing the lollipop back to Harry, but keeping the bag, “And there’s all your things back, good job. How about some I-Spy?”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged, too distracted to notice that Sirius had kept the shopping bag. It wasn’t very heavy, it just had a loaf of bread, the mint, some crisps, and a punnet of strawberries in it, but that was a lot for such a little boy. Sirius knew he wouldn’t give the bag up willingly, not wanting to look weak in front of his cool Uncle Padfoot, so Sirius has to get smart about these things.

Luckily, Sirius knows his nephew well enough to do these things smoothly.

They played a lazy game of I-Spy the rest of the short walk home, and Harry cheered up a little without the extra weight in his hands. He was pretty happy to be the one who unlocked the door when they got there, and ran inside to greet Libby the lizard.

Libby was a bearded dragon Sirius had purchased on a whim one afternoon about two years ago. He and Harry had been out on a walk and popped into the pet shop so Harry could look at all the puppies and kittens, and when he saw the lizard he thought it was so hilarious and cool that Sirius brought it for him.

When Lily found out, she was furious. James was laughing his arse off, just thankful it wasn’t a cow, because Harry had previously been asking for a pet cow and he knows how easily Sirius bends to Harry’s will, especially when he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

Lily said Harry could keep the lizard if he wanted, but it had to live at Sirius’ house, so of course Sirius agreed. At age three, Harry had a pet lizard he named Libby because there wasn’t much else he knew how to say, and Sirius took care of it for him.

The pair quickly unpacked all the bags, gave Libby her dinner, and then had a little break after their big day of walking around. Sirius made them both some tea and biscuits, and Harry did some colouring whilst they chatted.

Sirius got started on the dinner preparations whilst Harry continued to do some colouring, still too tired to help out just yet.

In the lounge, they had Led Zeppelin playing on the record player, because they were one of Harry’s favorites. Immigrant Song is Harry’s favorite, he likes to sing along to the “Ah ah aahhhhh ah” part.

Mindlessly, Sirius chopped up the vegetables for roasting, singing and dancing along to the tunes vibrating through the house.

After flipping the record, very carefully, as he had been taught by his uncles, Harry pondered into the kitchen and stepped up on his little helping-out-stool, and layed all the veggies out on the tray and covered them in oil and seasonings.

“Very good job, Harry.” Sirius smiled, taking the lamb out of the packet, “Go wash your hands again and you can help me season the meat, yeah?”

“Okay.” Harry grinned and skipped off to clean up.

Whilst waiting, Sirius turned the oven on to preheat and washed his own hands at the kitchen sink. When Harry returned, they got to smothering the meat in seasonings together and plopping it on the rack over the vegetables.

“Now, whilst that’s cooking we’ll make up the mint sauce, and then that’s all done.” Sirius smiled, “Should we prepare dessert now as well?”

“I think so.” Harry nodded, “Then we can be more fancy, like a restaurant, when everyone gets here.”

“Right you are, Sprout.” Sirius winked at him, grabbing the mint out of the fridge and instructing Harry on how to help.

They pottered around each other, and Harry did a very good job of stirring the sauce as Sirius quickly diced up the strawberries for dessert. And once everything was done, they got started on setting the table.

Remus came home about midway through their process, smiling at the inviting smell of a roast dinner. The full moon was approaching, Remus was even more appreciative of a good lamb roast than ever.

“Hi, love.” Sirius smiled, wandering over to kiss his partner hello.

“Hi.” Remus melted, kissing Sirius’ cheek back, “I see I was right?”

Sirius groaned, “Shut up- don’t Harry and I just look so flash in our new glasses?”

“Oh, look at you!” Remus smiled as Harry started to show off a bit, “Two very handsome men, you are.”

Harry giggled, hugging Remus’ leg, “Thanks, Uncle Moony!”

“Now, go shower and change.” Sirius said, shoving Remus towards their room, “We’ve got dinner to cook and guests to greet. Go, go.”

“Cute apron.” Remus smiled, backing away, “Pinks certainly your colour.”

Sirius flipped him off, one hand subconsciously smoothing over the frilly apron James had jokingly gifted him one Christmas.

Harry dragged Sirius back into the kitchen just in time to pull the roast out of the oven, and it smelt delicious. So delicious in fact, that Harry actually started drooling as he stared at it.

Sirius laughed his arse off, quickly wiping the boys chin before it dribbled down his shirt.

Once they had both calmed down a little, and Harry’s embarrassment had subsided, they got to cutting up the meat and plating. Harry was very helpful in this process, using the little tongs in the shape of dog paws to dish out all the vegetables into serving bowls, as well as transferring the cut off slices onto a platter for easy serving.

Once the table was all set and ready, and Harry was satisfied with how everything looked, he rushed over to put on some good “eating dinner” music as their family started to arrive.

Together they all sat around the dinner table, Harry at the head with Sirius right beside him at his request, and shared a lovely meal together.

James was almost rendered to tears when Harry told him he picked the glasses that looked most like his dads. Sirius had to hold his hand whilst he sobbed over his carrots.

Once the meal was done, Harry begged for another sleep over at his Uncle Pads because they had the best time ever doing big people things tomorrow. Sirius, of course, agreed, and the both of them begged James and Lily for another sleepover. Besides, Sirius had more mundane things to do tomorrow, and Harry always finds a way to make those things fun.

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Anyway, I love Sirius and Harry’s friendship and I also love the marauders just doing normal people things so I thought why not?

This was great because I haven’t been able to write in ages cause some personal shit happened and my mind has been mush ever since and I’ve had all these writing ideas but no motivation or energy to write so this was really really fun. I didn’t put too much energy or effort into it, you know, it’s a pretty basic fic but I still think it’s fun.

Thanks for taking the time to read! I’d really appreciate reblogs and comments, they always make my day <3

#perfectly mundane #jay writes #sirius & harry #sirius black #harry potter #sirius and harry are the best of bestest friends #harry idolises the shit out of his cool uncle sirius #also Harry being fascinated by the bus is such an adorable thought to me #James is such a proud dad he cries about everything Harry says or does #wolfstar #jily #they all lived #the marauders #dead gay wizards #uncle padfoot #dadfoot #uncle moony #remus lupin #lily evans #James potter #fan fic #ficlet #marauders ficlet #no war au

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Misclick.

✩࿐ summary: an evening where you feel particularly confident leads to an embarrassing and bountiful encounter.

warning(s): minors and ageless blogs DNI! suggestive talk, teacher!geto au, kinda crack fic, mutual masturbation, phone sex, afab!reader, descriptions of female anatomy, not proof read. wc; 3.2k

pairing(s): geto suguru x fem!reader, shoko x fem!reader (if you squint).

a/n: trying to get practice writing smut and smut adjacent things. please lmk what i could work on :)

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TODAY WAS YOURS TO CLAIM.

Everything was falling into place for you. The third years were at your beck and call, Gojo hadn’t been a particularly loud problem today, and the set you ordered a few months ago came in.

When you got the notification on your phone, you thought the stars finally aligned and some higher being was thanking you for your hard work. Finally, you would be able to just live and have some fun while doing it.

After work, you practically skipped out of the school, blatantly ignoring Gojo who made some backhanded comment about rainbows coming out of your ass. You had priorities. One of which was getting home as quickly as possible and putting that lingerie set on so you could just lay about with some overbearing sense of confidence. A part of you wanted to be smug, while another, a tiny part of you, worried about what it’d look like.

The sticker less box was sitting against your apartment door when you arrived. The only identifying thing on it was your name address then a big smiley face thanking you for your purchase. Almost scandalized, you quickly brought the box inside and went to your room. Taking a quick shower before putting on the set.

The lingerie set was something you had found together with Shoko on one of your many girls nights. Both of you had been laughing at the obscure designs of some of them, making comments how it would be better to not wear anything at all than a thin piece of fabric. When it caught both of your eyes. The model for it was gorgeous, that’s probably where you both initially got stunted. She was practically exposed right there on the webpage, winking at the camera. You were about to scroll away when Shoko had loudly proclaimed: You would look so hot in that. And your fate had been sealed.

Now, standing in front of your large mirror, you silently thanked Shoko for her amazing intuition. You looked hot and you looked very fuckable.

The lingerie set was a soft purple color, the fabric was entirely lace so it left little to the imagination, but the little dark purple hearts over your nipples gave you some illusion of modesty. The girdle was snug against your upper thighs and the stockings felt almost like silk against your skin.

The sight of yourself in the mirror made you blush, eyeing it all in a new way. You looked amazing.

All things considered, you felt incredible.

Your phone on your nightstand vibrated and you felt a little giddy as you grabbed it. A text from Shoko and three other texts you weren’t going to pay attention to now. You had texted Shoko while you were leaving about the set arriving and she had just responded with an enthusiastic show it to me!!

You raised an eyebrow.

You

do you want to come over or…?

It took one minute for Shoko to respond.

Shosho ❤️

no time. just send a picture please. 🙏 need to see your hotness in all its glory! thx

You

i’ve never taken a picture like that before.

Shosho ❤️

it doesn’t have to be high quality, you’re not in a porno. don’t deprive me of being right.

You

fine. but don’t complain when you can’t see any of the juicy details.

Shosho ❤️

my heart is breaking.

You smiled stupidly at your friend’s behavior and looked to the mirror. You were never exactly one to take pictures of yourself. Shoko practically had to hold you at gunpoint when it came to it. Most of your pictures were of food and whenever Gojo got his grubby hands on your phone to take a million photos of himself and his students. But you were feeling nice tonight, you were feeling like you were definitely worth the cloud space usage being used on yourself for once.

With your little knowledge on lewd pictures, you found yourself in various positions.

First, you had opted into taking pictures of yourself in the mirror next to your bed. The first photo had been you simply sitting with your legs folded on either side of you, your face obscure but the set clear. The next photo was you on your knees, now opting to ghosting your fingers over the bra strap. The last picture was a little more risqué. You had your chest to the floor, your back arched and your ass raised. It was dark in your room but you could just make out the outline of your cunt in the mirror.

You figured the pictures would be enough, but, high on a streak, you switch positions to your bed.

You took only two photos there. One with you looking up at the camera with a wink and a grin, pulling the bra down just shy of your nipple, pressing your legs together. The next one was the boldest. Your face was no longer in frame, with more focus on your body. The bra now gone, an arm thrown over your breasts to hide your nipples, but your legs were spread to show off the little dark patch where your slick was collecting on the underwear.

Okay, maybe you were getting too into it.

After the pictures were taken, you figured that it would be both funny and relieving to send all of them to Shoko. After all, she would probably want to bask in her glory.

You gathered all six photos, typed will this satisfy you? and pressed send, then threw the phone off to the side.

Now, nervousness took ahold of you. There was something jarring about the whole thing. But you tried to remind yourself that Shoko had asked. This would all be a great opportunity to get out of your self deprecating shell. Tonight was about you-

Your phone vibrated and you practically jumped to read whatever response the woman may have drummed up.

It was Shoko, but with nothing you expected.

Shosho ❤️

okay, how can someone naturally sexy take this long to take pictures? don’t tell me you bailed.

Immediately, you were confused.

It hadn’t taken you super long to take the pictures. You briefly convinced yourself that it was simply taking too long to send. But the painfully blank screen on your side was making you sick.

You quickly backed out of your texts with Shoko and into your bank of unread and forgotten contacts. You didn’t have to look far. Right under Shoko’s name with the “Attachment: 6 images” proudly displayed under it. The last person you wanted to send these to.

Geto Suguru.

You and Geto had never really gotten along. You didn't have any ill feelings towards him. In fact, when he first started, you had an embarrassing and rather childish crush on him. He was attractive, extremely pretty, it wasn't hard to feel a little nervous around him. However, he had appeared indifferent towards you. There weren't many opportunities for you to get to know one another, so you had counted your losses and moved on with your life. There was a silent agreement between the both of you, you just never spoke to him unless he initiated first or you really needed something.

But here you were now. Sent him photos where you're practically dripping and you barely spoke to the man.

You were going to kill yourself.

You found yourself returning back to Shoko with tears pooling in your eyes.

You

i misclicked and sent them to geto.

The read read receipt was instant, however Shoko’s response came two minutes later.

Shosho ❤️

i would love to see his face.

You

shoko, this is serious.

Shosho ❤️

has he seen them yet? if not, just try explaining it away.

You quickly clicked the back to Geto’s messages and hoped to see that he was busy and just hadn’t seen them. Your heart dropped further when you saw the read receipt under the photos. It’d been five minutes since he first saw them. You paled and felt like you could just about throw up when you saw the three dots on his side appear, disappear, then appear, then disappear. He was definitely typing up a storm about how inappropriate this was and that they’d be having a discussion with Yaga tomorrow morning.

However, his message was nothing of the sort.

Geto.

?

Nice bra.

Or lack thereof.

Still mad at you about the curses BTW.

You’re seriously going to kill yourself. This was it.

Your face flushed red, embarrassment and shame took ahold of you in an instant.

You

Geto, I’m so sorry. These were meant for someone else, this was a complete accident. Not an excuse, I should’ve been paying attention.

Again, I’m so sorry.

Your fingers shook as you typed out your deeply apologetic message.

Of all the people to accidentally send it to, it was the guy that acted like he had a bone to pick with you. The one guy out of the entire staff that just didn’t appear to like you.

You silently pondered and wished it had been Gojo you accidentally sent them to. He would’ve acted like a pervert and probably teased you about it for weeks on end, but he was friendly. He knew your limits. You feared exactly what Geto would do.

Geto.

You could make it up to me.

Can you call?

You

Sure.

The call came through in an instant, as if he had been hovering his thumb over the button waiting for your response. You answered and were about to apologize profusely, offering to take care of all his assignments for the next two months. You were about to until he spoke up.

“I’ve been thinking,” Geto’s voice was smooth and low on the other end, yet soft. As it always had been. His tone always as if he’s observing something interesting. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

You weren’t exactly sure what you expected from this call, but this definitely wasn’t even in the top twenty.

You blinked, your gaze on the ceiling. “You’ve been… thinking about me?” You repeated slowly, feeling suspicious.

Geto hummed. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you. About how we barely talk and I was trying to talk to you then… then you send those pictures.” He sounded a little breathless on the other end.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Geto, seriously, I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t apologize.”

You pressed your lips together at his interruption. He was definitely going to chew you out.

He took in a shaky breath, something that was terribly soft and unsteady. It made you tense up, eyebrows raising. "Seriously, don't apologize. You're, uh," he released an airy chuckle, "You're really hot."

You flushed. "Huh?"

"I said, you're really hot." He repeated himself and it was apparent by his tone that he was smirking. Your cheeks burned and you almost felt like your heart stopped completely. "And I've thought that for a while too."

"You have?"

"How could I not?"

You almost felt blindsided by his words. A nervous laugh leaving you. "You've never acted like I was anything worth a second glance." You tried to hide the vague hurt that lingered in your voice, but it was harder than you thought.

You prayed that he couldn't hear it, but it was apparent he had when there was an audibly shift from his side. "I will... I will apologize for that. I will apologize for that right now." He cleared his throat. "Y/N, I'm deeply sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've always thought you were interesting, but I just, uh, there was never ample opportunity for us to talk."

"Apology accepted," only because you wanted to continue to hear his sweet voice like this. And you couldn't stay mad at him. "You're only apologizing because of those pictures, aren't you?"

"No, no, no. I've been wanting to apologize for a while."

You weren't entirely convinced. "I'm sure."

Geto chuckled. "Sure, it was definitely a motivating factor, but I've been wanting to apologize and to talk to you for a while. Satoru keeps calling me a pussy, but I can't help it when I see you. I get nervous." You furrow your brow when you hear him take in a sharp inhale of breath. "I can't lie right now, I'm really hard."

Your heart skips and you feel your cunt give an involuntary clench. "Is that so?" You uttered, your hand subconsciously ghosting over your chest. A featherlight touch that made a slight thrum of your pulse start in your core.

"Y-Yeah," Geto's voice was a breathless whisper, shaky, but still butter sweet. "I couldn't help it when I saw those pictures, y'know? Especially that one of you laying down, your tits looked amazing and I just wanted... I wanted to feel them."

Your fingers ghost over your erect nipple. In response, you gasp softly, your eyes fluttering close. "Geto..." You sigh softly, grabbing your breast.

"Ah, f..." Geto stutters. There's a shuffle on the other end, then the distinct sound of a zipper. His breath is heavy when he seemingly returns the phone next to his ear. "Are you touching yourself?"

Moving your attention to your aching cunt, you roll your fingers over your panty clad clit. "I am now." You breathed.

"Me too."

The thought of Geto stroking his cock right now while sitting on the phone with you, brought goosebumps to your skin. Enough to make your cunt pathetically clench around nothing and for you moan softly under your breath. Was he thick and heavy? Probably. You have no doubt he was endowed especially with his beauty.

As if reading your mind, he spoke, "my cock is aching for you, baby. Barely even touched myself and I'm already leaking-- you got me so worked up. I wish I was there with you so I could fill your tight cunt up." His breath is shuddering and heavy. His voice deep and smooth as he speaks into your ear. "I wanna feel you squeeze around me."

In tandem with his words, you clench around your fingers, desperately grasping around what isn't there. "Fuck me." You choked out.

There's an audible sound on the other end as if Geto's spitting, then there's a squelch, and his panting becomes harder. "And then after, I would eat you out and watch it all spill outta you." His words were slurring together as the pleasure mounted up. But you didn't care as you moaned and mewled in response to his words. "T-Then, I'd do it all over again--- Fucking... squeezing me."

It was almost surprising the noises that emitted from you and your body. Your pussy was clenching and squelching as your fingers worked endlessly and in tandem with the assumed pace Suguru has on his cock. You could feel the familiar ball in your gut tighten and the almost itching feeling in your clit heighten. The image of him burying himself deep within you, filling you up until you were spilling everywhere-- it was almost enough to send you over. You wished to feel his tongue against your clit, the kissing and the licks he place against it. To taste himself and you on his tongue..

You pressed your head back against your pillows, your back arching. "Faster, Suguru." As if he was in the room with you, as if he was the one touching you and not your fingers frantically chasing after your orgasm. "R-Right there."

"Right there? You like it there?" It appeared that Suguru was fully willing to play along with your fantasy. Maybe it was his too. His words a mere growl amongst the moans and pants between the both of you. You pictured his face flushed, his bangs sticking to his sweat covered forehead, and his eyes staring at you from heavy lids.

You wished you could see him.

You clench your teeth as your walls desperately clench and your legs shake. "I-I...I'm so close, Suguru." You resisted the urge to close your legs as the overwhelming feeling inched closer. Your abdomen and your entire body threatening to stiffen up as you came all over your fingers.

"Mm," Suguru's hum was deep, "Me too. I'm going to too."

There wasn't a moment wasted as you cursed under your breath, the familiar wave of bliss washing over your body as you sung his praises. You were barely paying attention as he grunted out your name with a long groan. Too busy with your jolting hips as your rubbed lazy circles over your aching and overstimulated clit. It was good. Just on the phone its was so good and your heart pathetically ached at the thought of this just being phone sex.

Your legs fell limply to the bed and your eyes closed. You weren't entirely sure how you were still holding onto your phone as everything felt so heavy and light at the same time. However, you could hear Suguru trying to recover on the other end.

It took his a few moments, but he finally seemed to regain himself.

"That was..." Suguru cleared his throat, sounding awkward and amused at the same time. "Five minutes... that's a little embarrassing."

"I won't judge." You said without hesitation.

He giggled. Giggled. You felt your heart sputter. "How kind." He stuttered a nervous breath and you felt it all come to a close. So much for more than phone sex. "Hey, I-I've made quite the mess, so I gotta clean up. We'll talk tomorrow before work, yeah?"

"Okay." You breathed, not at all hopeful that there'd be a conversation being had with the both of you tomorrow.

"I was serious when I said I think about you. Some lewd photos don't change that." His tone was serious but tender all the same. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Suguru."

The call was dropped quickly. The phone being quickly thrown to the side as you pressed your hands against your red face. You ignored the numerous texts Shoko sent asking for updates and hoping you hadn't decided to really end yourself this time over some guy. As if some guy hadn't spent ten minutes on the phone, stroking his dick while you came with his name on your lips.

It was certainly a turn that you hadn't expected. To be pushing your fingers in yourself while Geto Suguru fucked his hand on the other end of the phone. Embarrassment would kill you tomorrow. Awkwardness would weigh over the both of you and Gojo would definitely--

Before you could continue your descent into madness, your phone vibrated again. Thinking it Shoko, you decided to open it.

Instead, it was Suguru.

It was an image attachment and, for whatever reason, you hadn't expected what it was.

It was taken from the back camera, pointing down as he laid down on what appeared to be his bed. His sweatpants were pushed down to his thighs and his softened cock was resting against his abdomen where a pool of cum was. His left hand rested right next to it, also covered in his cum. He was thicker than you imagined and definitely long. This was him soft?

Your eyes widened further as you read his message.

Geto.

Hope you keep that set around for next time x

You were so fucked.

#✩࿐ t writes #♡ oneshot #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru fic #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen fic #jjk smut #jjk fic

[ginnyw-potter]

Mum's Fury

Ginnyiversary bingo entry: I16 — Why had no-one ever mentioned Mum's twin? Read on AO3

Mr and Mrs Weasley’s anniversary celebration was a grand endeavour. They had all divided the tasks to do around the house to have it ready for the surprise party. They had precisely two hours to tidy the house, prepare food, and put up decorations without Mr and Mrs Weasley knowing.

With an hour to go they suddenly realised that no one had been tasked with picking up the gift. Ginny had placed the order but someone else was meant to pick it up. In the kitchen beside Harry she helplessly looked at him. She could not apparate while pregnant and they hadn’t announced that news yet.

“Percy?” he suggested, looking over at all the pots.

“No… he’s degnoming and then he needs to help Bill…” She locked eyes with him. “Can you just quickly go?” She wiped the sweat off her brow. “Please?”

Harry could never say no to those big brown eyes under any circumstance.

“I’ll get cleaned up and change when you’re back.” She used her wand to adjust the heat on the pots.

“Alright,” he agreed. He kissed her softly. “Ask help if needed.”

She nodded and pushed him. “Go.”

Harry thought it was impressive that he had returned in less than twenty minutes. He had reluctantly given the man an autograph just so he could make a quick escape. It only worked somewhat.

When he returned, he saw Bill, Charlie, and Percy standing outside near the kitchen window, giggling amongst themselves.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked.

Bill snorted and looked at Harry. “We were just wondering… why had no-one ever mentioned Mum’s twin?”

Harry was about to ask for clarification when Ginny’s voice soared—or rather rolled—out of the open window with a thunderous volume as she yelled at Ron for stealing food while it wasn’t ready yet.

Ron ran outside, pursued by a furious Ginny, who halted in the doorway wearing an apron. Her face was red and she was waving a spatula at her brother.

“Right,” Harry said.

Ginny’s scorching gaze landed on them. “If you have time to stand around you have time for more chores and I’ve got a few!” she shouted in a tone that could rival Mrs Weasley’s.

The Weasley men scattered immediately and vanished to return to their assigned tasks, leaving Harry standing on his own.

He walked up to her. “Got the gift, with some difficulty.” He kissed the top of her head.

She walked back to the stove and he followed her, setting the gift out of the way.

“Go get ready, I’ve got it.”

“Sure?” she asked. “The dish in the oven needs another 10 minutes but maybe check before then. Everything on the table has a cooling charm on it and everything on the counter a heating charm.”

“Lovely. Leaves me with nothing much to do.” He kissed her temple again in the hopes her face would relax a little.

“And don’t let my brothers near—”

“The food… Don’t worry, I’m a duelling champion,” he teased. He turned the heat on the sauce down.

She smiled a little. “Thank you, babe.” She glanced towards the window. “What were those idiots laughing about?”

He hesitated for a moment. “Well… you’re in the Burrow yelling at everyone to stop getting their grubby hands on the food. Reminded them of someone.”

She gasped, her eyes wide. “No!”

“On the bright side, you’re now as scary as your mum,” he teased with a chuckle.

“It’s already happening, isn’t it?” She turned to him and cocked her head. “I’m already turning into my mother.”

He leaned on the counter with his elbow. “I prefer to think you’re becoming a mother.” He grinned at her.

She shook her head smiling and wagged the spatula at him. “As per usual, you are completely unhelpful on the topic.”

Harry kissed her. “Get changed, and I’ll yell at your brothers and all will be done with ten minutes to spare.” He pushed her towards the stairs.

Ginny disappeared upstairs with her change of clothes and he turned back to the stove. His back stiffened when he heard the creak of the floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Ronald,” Harry said. He turned around to find Ron standing a meter away from the table, looking dejected. “Or I’ll report you to my wife.”

Ron’s eyes widened. “No, please don’t!”  

#hinny #ginniversary bingo #drabble #fic

[faerunsbest]

The subject of Rolans adoptive mother

Rolan listens very well to the woman who took him in, she sat outside for hours to talk to him when he wouldn’t go near her. She sat a short distance away after making sure he had food to eat.

She was nice, and so smart. She would come out to the place where he would hide and read out loud ... just in case someone was listening.

And someone was, someone small nervous and rail thin. He peeked around the ruddy walls of crumbling bricks to look at her while she read. She was pretty, with glossy black hair and bright golden eyes. He loved her heart-shaped face and soft looking hands. She smelled nice too... like bread ? A bakery?

Every day for weeks, he inched a little bit closer until he was curled up in tight ball on the bench next to her. Just listening to her read, it was until he felt her hand on his head. He tensed up and pulled away, panic exploding in his chest. He had bolted away from her, pressing himself against a nearby wall.

She stood looking at him a bit sad and he hadn't noticed before... her stomach a bit round.

On the day he felt hot and cold all at once, the day his body wouldn't stop shaking. The day he was so sure was his last. She seemed to call out but didn't know his name, though he knew her voice. Hope bubbled up in him, though he could do was whimper, loud as he could.

Rolan was sure she wouldn't find him, he hid himself so well. He couldn't help it when he thought about it. The way his eyes burned when all that hope just flooded down his face to spill away and spatter onto a grubby compacted sleeping mat.

"Little boy?!"

His vision was blurring when he heard it, everything ached and he was sure he was going to die. But at least it wasn't alone. Again he felt her hands in his hair. It wasn't scary this time.

Stunningly, he woke up! He woke up naked in a tub of warm sudsy water. Blearily rolan looked about, then down to just under his arm. Someone was holding him up, keeping him from slipping down into the water.

He felt his chest tighten, weakly panicking before feeling himself lifted halfway out and held close to her.

Her hair against his cheek, it smelled so nice.

" It's okay, are you scared? Is it too hot?"

Rolan slid down from her back into the water but stayed gripping her arm as much as he could.

Near an hour later, Rolan woke up in too big a bed, in a too big shirt, in a too small room. The window open just enough to let in a breeze, he sat up slowly peeking around. Carefully he poked his head out of the room, an empty living room... just out of sight was a kitchen. Small and cramped but busy.

The lady was there, stepping side to side chopping something up and taking it over to a bubbling pot, she reached past it to nick a whistling teapot. When she turned around to find him peering at her she smiled bright and wide, his heart skipped a beat at the image she made.

" Hello love, I'm making you some nice tea. We'll get rid of that fever okay?"

He shuffled forward towards the small round table with little knocks where she'd chopped with no cutting board. She pulled out a chair for him to sit and poured flowery purple tea in a clear glass. He watched her add a spoon of sugar and a heavy splash of milk. She lifted the cup, blowing the thin tendrils of steam away before placing the cup down in front of him.

She watched him scrunch up his face after taking a sip.

"It may not be tasty but I promise it's good for you, please?"

He watched her press her palms together in front of her face, pleading with him. He huffed and drank it all as fast as he could, she watched him scrunch up his face and stick out his tongue before wiping his mouth.

" thank you so much sweetie!"

He felt himself riddled with a tingling warmth as she took his face and peppered him with kisses.

" ...my name is rolan."

"Okay my sweet Rolan, you can call me mama if you want"

He looked up at her with big wide eyes, blinking furiously to keep those damn tears from coming back. Ah, to no avail.

She gave a soft hug and kissed his the space between his horns.

" You don't ever have to leave okay? Will you stay with me?"

He nodded furiously while holding on to her tightly.

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masterlist

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #tiefling #young rolan #not what i intended #dang it #i may come back and clean this up

[writing-frenzy]

The Kinda/sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke Isekai AU

because my brain has been blessed with works from cywscross/cheshiresense, like the Ichigo and Aizen Time Travel AU, and the amazing I (Not) Aizen Sosuke by Williamcipher, I'm gonna half-hazardly note this idea out because I can not write bleach fic to save my life.

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So, first things first; why is this only sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke?

Because, this is technically Aizen Sosuke, just a parallel from a modern universe and because the thought of a Milennial!Aizen makes me want to fucking cackle like a banshee. Like, Sosuke is still a tricky, nasty little genius, but he's actually had therapy and the internet to get any teenage angst and black history out. (Which he denies ever having, like a lair) And yes, He has suffered Retail, so he can and will be the fakest bitch you ever did see, the customer service smile never forgotten despite how he wishes he could. He's had to grow from a life of poverty, clawing and reaching for everything he's had, but he's also had the public library and some really damn good teachers to have his back, an actual safe place for him to fall back too.

(Amazing, what a difference it makes.)

So, as a kid, Sosuke practically read everything he could get his grubby hands on, partly to better himself, partly an escape, when he came upon his library's selection of comics and manga; he found a certain series; Fullmetal Alchemist.... Just, imagine this young, little genius reading such a book at such a young age; think of how he would react to such twists and chills this story brings, and how it unknowingly shaped him. (how it inspired him).

This started a very big, very large rabbit hole for the kid; he could not get enough after that; which, in the end, leads him to a manga called Bleach. He ends up enjoying it, not as much as Fullmetal, but the story does peak his interest, from Ichigo's charisma, to even side characters like Gin's treachery and Urahara's puppetry. it is a fasinating story in it's own right, even as the villain, Aizen both intrigues him and frustrates him.

Like, his motives and ambitions, along with his skills should not make such a fucking flat as depth character! Where is character depth, why does he fucking monologue so damn much? Why not explore the sense of loneness that Ichigo saw, especially once we reach the Qincy War and he still sided with SS? Sosuke would like a little more justice for a character with so much potential and shit, a villain through and through, and yet one of the greatest helps at the end.

(We do not mention the Bleach Epilogue, and it's not because Sosuke ships Ishida and Inou, nope, it just doesn't exist, out of spite out of mind. why does he ship it? because why not :D)

So, for this relatively self-adjusted Aizen Sosuke, he suddenly dies one day, only to find due to certain circumstances, (I'm gonna say a certain wishing rock, his soul being distantly connected, wrong place wrong time, shitty luck, and his death not actually be an accident >_> how energy can not be destroyed or created technically, so it attached to his soul) Sosuke finds himself kinda sorta before what might be the Soul King(?) and he's gonna have to be born as Bleach!Aizen Sosuke cause funky things happened across dimensions, and it's either this or have his soul shredded in unbearable agony.

Sosuke:... So what, I become a Shikigami and get guaranteed a one way ticket to hell the minute I die? Soul King: Not if you play your cards right; but yeah, the Visored still need to be a thing, so have fun figuring that out :D Sosuke: Fuck. You. *so starts his Tries to figure out a way to fucking change the whole Soul King system so the Captains and such don't have to became hellspawn the minute they die and how to create Visored consensually*

So yeah, Aizen Sosuke is a pretty different animal in this world; He still has the damn Customer Service smile, because it has become a very important tool in survival among those damn annoying nobles, is a bit snarky tho but very, very rarely because corpal punshiment with whips and such is actually still a thing here and people do get so very nasty because they can with Outer Rukongai Trash as he is called.

But it's so pathetically easy to find souls and such that willingly let them be experimented on if it means their families get fed or they don't die in the cold. the only illusions Sosuke uses is to disguise himself with or erase memoires of conversations if the soul choses not to be experimented on. Otherwise, Sosuke is brutally honest in what he's doing, what can happen to the soul, and what it can cost.

(It's kinda understandable, that other Aizen Sosuke's ambitions, with just how fucking many take him up on that offer so fucking willingly, some even happy with it.)

So things happen, Sosuke really doesn't want to create a certain death marble, but the way things are going it's looking like it, seeing as he is nowhere near close to his goals. (He thinks of such a thing, this Hogyoku, thinks of just how many suffered for it, how it twisted a version of himself, the temptation of twisted promises, and this man can't help but hesitate, uncertain of temporing with such things beyond him. He might be a version of Aizen Sosuke, he might be made up with twisted ambitions and his own greed, Rukongai chewing him up and spitting him out into something that will survive, letting him see just how deep his inner demons are... but as he is parallel, there are lines he will not cross.)

So, Sosuke on a whim and coffee withdraw, (with nightmares haunting his feet and dreams, screams and blood seemingly drenching them) sees if he can maybe at least get along with Urahara Kisuke. After all, he's pretty sure he won't get the worst case scenario, with the man plotting his downfall one step at a time at least.

(It is the start of the best and worst relationship anyone in Soul Society has ever seen; Like, 95% of SS thinks these two are just really intense, hateful rivals who get under each other's skin like no one else can, concerns about how the two spar really rough with each other, people guessing if anything they must have had hate sex at least once because of battle high. the startled concerns with how their debates are rough and harsh, their Rukongai language actually coming out as they argue and growl at the other even as they smartly trash the other sides pro's and cons, only to get served a minute later.

The remaining 5% is split between groups who think the relationship is like the worst married couple ever, you think they're on their way to a divorce any minute now, with maybe a concern of toxicity. But the other part, with maybe one or three people who have actually looked at this relationship, really look and realize; oh... so that's how love can look like too... huh.

Because for these two broken, bloody men showing the world they have something they care about, something they treasure and love is never a smart thing; it only gets it stolen from them or tossed aside. So all their gentle touches, soft words, the domestic bliss of Sosuke able to cook and serve a little tea on the side as Kisuke rambles with bright eyes about his favored project at the moment, of just holding the other close as they sleep after rough missions and nightmares; this is only to be had behind closed and reinforced doors so they don't risk this person who they world destroy worlds and more for) But that is later; much later; for now, the two are snarky besties who take pot shots at each other but will mentally screw with others who would say shit about the other.

And then... the thing that Sosuke has been trying to do, the Hollowifcation that he has been struggling to reach all this time, has been failing at... is done; not by him, not by any scientist or some such, but i'm gonna say it was a means to save him and a few others from a fate worst then death or something, Kisuke desperate to do so.

Yes, this does in fact mean We get a Visored!Aizen, cuz why not :3 not to mention, with maybe a few different Visored with maybe a couple still the same. (Kaien and Gin would be interesting in my opinion, with maybe Shinji not actually a Visored in this world, maybe Lisa either if we want to trade seconds of the squads :3)

So yeah, exile happens still, no one hunting them down because the only search parties that would be allowed for them would be assassinations and such, and no one wants them dead besides assholes.

Things happen, things go differently, and in the end Aizen Sosuke, as a soul outside the cycle of reincarnation, one touched by so many different energies, has been both corrupted and become more, with a power and sword that can warp reality, he can touch the throne and not become unmade, can use it for his goal, in return for his own sacrifice

Of course, this is Sosuke; his back up plans have back up plans; so, he goes Isekai protagonist, finding himself in post canon bleach without knowing it, pretty powerless if you didn't count his mind and that he still has his sword, just forced to forget their name and his power cut in half (he's built himself up from nothing twice already, what's once more with some perks and it's not like he won't be able to remember their name; on another note, all his respect for all the sheer bullshit Ichigo had to go through after the winter war).

Of course, Sosuke isn't going to go through this alone; nah, urahara and his fellow visored are like "you're not getting rid of us that easy So-kun :) " and of course others will join in, because they are rebel or die together.

So, all these alternate versions in post canon, what havoc will they cause? A lot; some interactions I want:

Sosuke is injured and past out when canon first finds them, because of the newest villain of the week got lucky and so we have a blood thirsty Kisuke ready to destroy everything, cold blooded and still unlike he usually shows the world. Hijinks happens when all three groups clash, bonds happen, pretty sure the Ichigo effect comes up once or twice as the two groups work together against the enemy flavor of the week, so it's pretty late when peeps realize; wtf, why is an aizen here?

On Sosuke's part; wakes up, bleary-eyed, blinks, takes in a scene before him that is probably a bit ridiculous, before he turns his back to it and goes right back to sleep: I reject a reality where there are two Urahara's :T

Sosuke: ... why am I surrounded by children? *generally confused by ducklings he has unintentionally gathered by being honest and snarky and a really damn good teacher* Kisuke: *laughing not realizing at first that those are now his ducklings too*

Like, a movie night I want to happen, Sosuke and Kisuke starting it because nightmares and trauma, only for Ichigo and other to join in somehow, it becoming a bonding event.

People finding out about how Sosuke ended up being forced to be reborn in a manga and have no choice but to make Visoreds or have his soul stuck in a cycle of constantly being shredded and tortured, but actually trying to make it as safe and willing as possible. Kisuke: WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME, I COULD HAVE HELPED!!! Sosuke: WHAT DO YOU MEAM WHY DIDNT I ASK, OF COURSE I WON'T, WHO'D BELIEVE FLAMING BULLSHIT LIKE THAT!? I BARELY BELIEVE IT AND I'VE FUCKING BEEN THROUGH IT!

Sosuke: *Been through the worst day possible, almost died, his people he actually has positive emotions for almost died, made it through with a little more trauma." ... Fuck it. *Kisses his boyfriend, uncaring who sees.* Post Canon Characters and others: *Jaw dropped, choked sounds, sputters, and money and bets exchanging hands*

Sosuke to Canon!Aizen:... You can not tell me you have not wanted to pin Urahara to the wall and stab him a little as you kiss him; I know myself well enough.

And welp, here it is, ask me questions if you want or if anyone gets inspired, let me know!

#Bleach #Aizen Sosuke #UraAi #Is that the ship name? #Urahara Kisuke #Kinda/Sorta SI!Aizen AU

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Jailbreak

Previous

Laura had opened the door of her cell only a little while after putting her in there.

She put down a paper plate, a sandwich on it, she also put down a glass of orange juice.

"What's in that?" Natalia asked.

"Why, you allergic to something?" She remarked.

Natalia hesitated before nodding.

"...Nuts."

Laura scoffed.

"Seriously?"

Natalia's face didn't change.

"You're good. Really. You saw what just happened, I'm not tryna kill you."

"Thanks." She muttered. "For out there."

"That was nothing to do with you, I saw an opportunity and I took it. You'd be smart to do the same, could be stood where I am, instead of sat where you are."

"Thanks for the food." She took the sandwich, looking away from the woman.

Laura exhaled, shaking her head as she stood up, leaving the cell and shutting the door, submerging her in darkness.

Some time had passed when she heard someone outside her door, she waited in anticipation when a note was slid under.

She took it, reading it.

Go now. Was written on it, nothing else.

She didn't know if she could trust this, but she didn't have any other options.

She waited a moment, before slowly opening the now unlocked door.

Checking the empty hallway, Natalia ran down it, she was able to map out the place from her walks with Laura, she knew the main exit, so she simply had to find another without getting caught.

She had walked down one corridor in particular, she hadn't seen this area before, well, she wasn't sure, they looked all the same.

She could hear people talking, when she went to take a step back, a hand grabbed a hold of her waist, the other covered her mouth as she let out a muffled yelp.

She was pulled into a room, pressed against the door.

When Natalia looked up at her attacker, her heart stopped as she met the blue eyes of Daryl.

"Oh... oh my god!" She whisper yelled, throwing her arms around him, he hugged her back, dropping his head in the crook of her neck as she pet his hair.

She pulled away, wiping at her eyes as she cupped his face, taking him in again before kissing him hard.

"I missed you, so much." She wept, keeping as quiet as possible. "I missed you so much, baby, I'm so sorry, I love you, so, so much." She hugged him again.

"Come on, get you outta that ugly dress." He pulled away, picking up a random shirt.

He was already out of the grubby outfit, in random clothes, that definitely were not his style, he was wearing a T-shirt and plaid, for Christ's sake.

Natalia pulled the straps off as he put the head hole of the shirt over her head, letting her put her arms through the holes as the dress fell around her waist, he then passed her a random pair of pants, that she had to fold at the waist, on account of them being too big.

Once she was dressed, with a jacket on, he sat down on the leather chair, grabbing two jars of spread, avoiding the peanut butter.

"No, I already ate." She told him, sitting on his lap as she brushed his hair back, when he tried giving her one of the open jars.

He grunted in response, trying to put it in her hands anyway.

"No, really. After what happened out there.... Laura thought she'd make it back up to me, eat up, Daryl."

His arm around her waist tightened as he thought about everything the Saviours had put her through, but he ate the contents of the jar.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." He said so quietly, she could barely hear him.

"Daryl, don't." Natalia told him, lifting his chin so she could face him. "Nothing that happened was because of you, I got us into this, what they did to you..." She trailed her thumb across his cheek, over the bruises and cuts, from when they beat him. "What matters now is that we're together, and we take these fuckers out, all of him, we're going to kill him, I know Rick, he has a plan, we're gonna fight back, but we need to get out of here."

He nodded, looking down.

They could hear the voices outside still, but it was time to go.

Natalia got off of Daryl, lacing her fingers with his as he stood up, grabbing a hat off of a line, he then looked at the board full of wooden figures, flipping it, the little figurines crashing to the floor, he squeezed Natalia's hand as they fled the room, running down a hallway.

Daryl stopped at another door, pulling Natalia back.

A group of Saviours were in one of the rooms, they were hanging out as loud music played.

Once it was clear they hadn't been spotted, he pulled her along.

They had reached a trolley full of metal bars, he grabbed one in his free hand.

The pair reached a door, leading to outside, where all the bikes were stored.

Daryl ran to one, his bike. Natalia was still right behind him.

"What the hell." They looked up, Fat Joey was eating a sub, staring at the two. "Woah. Woah." He put his hands up in surrender. "Its cool, I swear. Buddy, you and your girl can walk right out that back gate there, and I won't say anything to anybody." He pleaded his case, as Daryl inched towards him, Natalia watched in silence. "I'm supposed to be there now, but, listen, I'm... I'm just trying to get by, just like you, and her. Please."

Daryl hit the man over the head with the pipe, knocking him to the ground, he continued to smash his head in.

"Daryl." Jesus had arrived out of nowhere.

"Daryl, Daryl stop." Natalia told him.

He didn't, he continued hitting the man.

Natalia walked towards him, when he had stopped, looking at what he'd done.

She touched his back, taking the pipe out of his hand, dropping it to the ground.

"Daryl, Natalia." Jesus repeated.

Daryl had spotted something on the man, bending down and grabbing Ricks colt python.

"It ain't just about gettin' by here." Daryl said. "It's about gettin' it all."

He walked back to his bike, pulling Natalia away from Fat Joey.

"I got the key. Let's go." He told her, starting the bike as she got on the back.

"Get to Hilltop." Jesus told them, "It's why I came for you both."

"What about you?" Natalia asked him.

"I'll be right behind you, get out of here."

That was enough for Daryl as he drove out the gates, away from the Sanctuary and towards the Hilltop.

When they had got to Hilltop, it was Kal who had opened the gates for them, letting them into the community.

As soon as Daryl had stopped the bike, Natalia jumped off it, running towards the three women that had saw them come in.

"Oh my God!" She yelled, running into the arms of Maggie, hugging her tightly, but not too tight. "I... I thought you were- You're okay, the baby, how's the-"

"Fine, baby's fine, perfectly healthy" Maggie told her, "I'm glad you're here, you're both safe." She hugged Daryl as Natalia embraced Sasha in a hug, then Enid.

Jesus meant it when he said he'd be right behind them, turning up straight after.

"Let's get you two washed up, and in actual clothes." Sasha told them, leading them towards where the three women were staying, in Jesuses home.

"How many times are your jeans folded over?" Enid asked.

"About four, still a bit loose." Natalia answered.

The three women gave them some privacy so they could get clean and dressed.

Once they were ready, and out of the clothes they had stolen, and in outfits that actually suited the pair, and fit, Maggie and Sasha had led them to two graves.

Natalia knew who these belonged to, her friends, the ones Negan had told her he killed because of her.

On top of each grave, sat twin darts, the darts Natalia had handed out to her family in the train cart.

"I thought I was the only one who still carried mine." Sasha shared when Natalia knelt down, touching them. "Turns out, all of us did."

Daryl joined her on the ground, his hand on her back as they mourned their friends, she let the tears roll down her cheeks silently.

"We're going to avenge them." Natalia promised. "That mother fucker is going to die, I assure you."

"I know. He has to, it's what they deserve." Maggie nodded, her voice was harsh as she stared at the gave of her late husband.

Glenn was a beautiful, kind and pure soul, he never wanted any of this, he only wanted peace, and for his family to be safe and well, and to raise his child with the wife he found himself the luckiest man to have.

Abraham was a fighter and a loyal friend, he did everything in his power to protect his people, no one had missed how he made himself big, looked as much as a threat as possible to Negan, so that he would choose him.

And the asshole didn't even care to say their names, that's what made Natalia angry, he had killed them, regardless of who they were, what they had done for others, the lives they had, how much they meant to the people around them, reduced them to nothing but numbers.

Dinner had gone and passed, the people of Hilltop were settling down as dusk was approaching, Jesus showed the pair where they could stay for the night, in a real bed.

"He didn't do anything." Natalia had said, they were both layed down on the bed, beside each other, it was late, they were soaking up the comfort of being together, after so long apart.

Daryl didn't respond, but he did glance at her.

"Everything he did, they were just words, mostly, I think, to get a rise out of you. He never touched me or...anything."

"He actually ask you to marry him?" He asked, subconsciously running his fingers up and down her arm.

Natalia sat up, looking down at him.

She closed her eyes as she nodded.

"I woke up in one of the cells, all my weapons were gone, was just in... I was brought to one of the rooms, wanted to talk to me, made it look like some fucking date. Told me it was all my fault." Her lip quivered as she spoke, her voice coming out croaky. "All of it, said it was because of me, then he proposed it, said that he'd make my life better, he'd keep you around, just for me, so... I couldn't." She shook her head as he sat up, tangling his fingers in her head, hugging her to him. "I thought about it, when he said it, I told him to go to hell, he said he'd ask again in a few days, see if I changed my mind, I was thinking it over, for us, for you, so you'd be safe, so they wouldn't... I can't take seeing you hurt, that woman, Sherry, she told me to, she was married to Dwight, right?"

Daryl nodded.

"But I knew I couldn't go through with it, would never do that to you, even if it cost me my life."

"I know." He muttered. "Wasn't your fault. None of it."

"The only person I could ever see myself marrying... is you." She looked at him, confused with herself for confessing that, she'd never even thought about it before.

"Don't mean that." he looked away, knowing that her mind was all over the place, there was so much going on.

"No, I think I do. Daryl, I wanna marry you." Natalia moved to sit on top of him. "We're going to war, one that we might not make it out of."

"Nat, don't say that." He told her, placing his hands on her hips. "We will."

"Maybe, but we might not, and if I die, I wanna die as your wife, I love you Daryl Dixon, you're the only man I wanna spend the rest of my days with, by each others side, call me clingy, but I never wanna leave you, ever again."

"I love you." He squeezed her hips. "But you don't wanna marry me, I ain't gonna be a good husband."

"You will, because you're who I want, its not gonna change us, I don't need you to act any different, you're perfect. I'm serious, I want to get married, we have no idea what's going to happen, but this, I'm certain about."

Daryl nodded, thinking about it.

"Told you before, I'm gonna give you whatever you want."

"But, I only wanna do this if you do, if you don't, you can say no, I don't wanna force you into anything."

Daryl let out a snort.

"What?" Natalia asked, going to get off of him, but he kept her there.

"Been planning it for a while." He told her.

"What?"

"Back on the road, before we met Aaron, I went off to go hunt, found these two walkers, both were wearing rings, it's stupid." He shook his head.

"No, go on, what?" Natalia, pushed her hair back, leaning forward, wanting to hear what he was trying to say.

"I took 'em, I was thinking of you, about finding the balls to actually talk to you, you know, like this, never thought it would actually happen, but I took them anyway, all three rings, carried them with me, every day since I found 'em. Told you it was stupid."

"It's not, it's not stupid, I was just too blind to realise, but I know that I love you, now. You're mine." She cupped his face, kissing him hard, he kissed back, both had a lot of time to catch up on, with one another.

Eventually, she pulled away, breathlessly.

"Where are they now, the rings?" She asked him, pushing his hair back.

"That room we were in, back there. Was Dwight's, prick had them sat on his table, took all my shit. Got 'em back, though."

Daryl rolled over, reaching for his jeans whilst she was still atop of him.

He grabbed what he was looking for, having them in his closed fist.

Natalia held her breath as she waited for him to reveal them to her.

"We ain't gotta have a wedding or nothing, right?" He asked her.

"Fuck no." She scoffed. "This is what I want, I want you, Daryl. But maybe we can get Gabriel to officiate it after all this."

"We ain't religious."

"Yeah, but so it's like legal and stuff."

"Nah, Merle told me once, weddings are all cause of Capitalism, all that craps bullshit."

"Merle said that?" Natalia remarked.

"Yeah."

"Babe, Merle said it and it being true are two separate things."

"He knew stuff." He said, sounding insulted.

"Are we doing this or not?" They were getting offtrack.

Daryl opened his fist, displaying the rings.

"Ain't much, something though." He shrugged.

"No, they're perfect." She whispered, looking at the simple silver bands, then the beautiful diamond encrusted engagement ring, it wasn't too big or flashy, which she appreciated, it didn't look delicate either. "I can't believe you thought about marrying me before even asking me out." She laughed.

"Shut up." He pinched her side with his free hand.

"You're adorable Daryl Dixon." She cupped his face again, smiling wide as she pecked his lips. "Go on, ask me."

"Why? You're the one who brought it up." He pointed out.

"Because, we're having some semblance of tradition."

"Alright, fine. Natalia Moore will you marry me?" He asked, sounding bored, but she could feel his heartbeat, telling her he felt the exact opposite.

"Hm, let me think about it." She put her finger to her lips, tapping it.

He pinched her side again.

"I guess, yeah, I do." She smiled giddily.

He took a hold of her left hand, sliding the diamond ring on her finger.

"Damn, If I knew we were doing this, I woulda got my nails done." She commented.

"Can you stop?" He looked up at her.

"Alright, alright, next part, I'm already bored of being engaged." She teased, pecking his lips again.

"Jesus, woman." He sighed, but he loved her antics, but he wasn't about to encourage her by admitting that.

Daryl placed a band in her palm, keeping the other one for himself.

"Wait." Natalia halted, getting off of him and walking to the table across the room.

She picked up a notepad and a biro, walking back and straddling his waist again, bunching the covers up around her.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she wrote on the paper, hiding it from him.

"One sec." She told him, finishing it. "Here." She turned the pad around.

In bold letters at the top of the page, she had wrote. MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

She had also wrote out the other stuff, making lines for each person to sign.

"Sign here." She told him, passing the pen.

He did, in his messy chicken scratch handwriting.

Daryl Dixon

"You don't have a middle name?" She asked him.

"No, first and last is enough." He replied.

"Oh..." She took the pen back, flipping the pad to face her, so that she could sign her name, which he snatched up to read.

Natalia Isabelle Moore

"Isabelle?" He scoffed.

"It was my grandmas name." She furrowed her brows. "Fuck, do you know what day it is?"

"Think it's been a week since Evie's birthday." He looked up, trying to think as well, considering they had both been locked up in a cell for who knew how long.

"I'll leave that until tomorrow..." She decided, dropping the pad on the floor.

Daryl took her hand again. 

"Natalia Isabelle Moore, will you be my wife?" He asked.

She giggled, kissing him one more time, before answering.

"I do." She replied, as he slipped the band on her finger. "Daryl Dixon, will you do me the honours of being my husband."

"Yeah, I do." His free hand entwined in her hair again, as he looked up at her, as if she was the most beautiful thing to grace the earth, which, to him, she was.

Natalia slipped the other band on his finger, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him more passionately than ever.

"That make me Mrs Natalia Dixon, now?" She asked, the biggest smile he'd ever seen, on her face.

"You marry me just to get back at him?" Daryl replied, though he didn't fully think that.

Natalia tapped her chin before replying.

"Can't get a divorce." She said. "No take backsies. Wanna fuck now?"

"Really?" His eyes went wide as he adjusted himself under her.

"Obviously, it's our wedding night after all." She told him, lifting her t-shirt, pulling it over her head.

"Anything you want, Mrs Dixon." He pulled her forward, by the back of her head, kissing his wife.

He trailed kisses down her jaw, then her throat, reaching her chest as she leaned her head back, revelling in the sensation.

"Missed these." He rasped, his lips grazing across her left breast, palming the right.

Natalia supported herself with one hand, massaging his scalp with the other.

"Fuck, baby, I missed you, so much." Natalia sighed contently, then pulled his face towards her by his jaw. "But I need you inside me, like, now."

"Yes Ma'am." He nodded, as she pulled his shirt off, over his arms.

She reluctantly got off him as she took her pants off, him kicking off his own, before she climbed back on.

She grabbed his hand, directing it to her heat as she straddled his stomach, running her nails down his chest.

He did what he knew she loved, putting pressure on her clit as he circled her walls, it was already soaking, ready for him.

She reached behind herself, his dick was rock hard for her, she ran her thumb over his tip, his hips jerked as he let out a hiss.

"Ready?" Natalia whispered.

He grunted in response, jerking his hips up again.

"Yeah, need ya, baby." He was almost breathless.

She lifted her hips, her knees holding her up as she grabbed a hold of him again, lining up with her entrance.

Natalia lowered herself on his dick, she bit her lip as she attempted to suppress her moan.

His hands clamped down on her waist, his fingertips bruising her skin.

She threw her head back as she rolled her hips.

"Feels so good." She murmured, her hands rested on his bare chest. "No one else can make me feel like this, only you."

"You're perfect." He groaned, thrusting his hips again, not being able to help it, as she clenched around him.

Natalia continued to roll her hips, before she was comfortable enough to lift herself up, coming back down.

She had managed to find a rhythm, though it hadn't gone unnoticed by the man as he picked up on the feeling of her grinding her own name with her hips, it almost sent him to orbit, knowing this woman was now his wife, that she was willing to die than give him up, he didn't think it was possible that anyone could ever love him as much as she did.

He was completely in love with her, he didn't even know it was possible before he met her, and he'd be dead before ever leaving her side again, ever letting anyone hurt her, she was his wife and he was her husband.

When they had came, she had made sure they did it together, reaching their climax in harmony.

She let out a whine as her walls clenched around him, seeing stars by how tightly shut her eyes were.

It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.

He kissed her as he emptied inside of her tight, warm walls, the kiss was aggressive, their teeth clashed as they clawed at each other, not being able to get enough of the other person.

Natalia rested her forehead against Daryl's her chest raised and fell as she caught her breath, he was doing the same.

"I love you." She whispered. "Daryl Dixon."

"Love you, Natalia Dixon." He smirked, pulling back so he could kiss her head.

The next day, more people had arrived.

Jesus had went with them as they headed to the gates.

Rick, Michonne, Tara, Carl and Rosita were stood there, talking to Maggie.

When Rick had spotted them, he ran over, so had the others.

Natalia ran past him, towards Michonne, who was coming at her.

She tackled the woman to the ground, both falling as they laughed, hugging each other tightly as they rolled on the dirt.

"I missed you." Natalia told her.

"I missed you more."

"Not possible."

"Carl, get in this." Michonne told the boy as they sat up, both gesturing for him to join the hug.

Which he did, getting to his knees and hugging the two women tightly, laughing at their antics.

"Alright, come on, save some love for the rest of us." Tara told her.

She got off her best friends, hugging Tara, tightly, than Rosita.

"What happened?" She asked, looking at the fresh cut that had been stitched up, on the woman's face.

"Took a page out of your book, 'cept, I didn't succeed." She answered.

"Rosita, how I missed you." She hugged her again.

Finally, she pulled away, jumping into the arms of Rick, who hugged her tightly, swaying their bodies, kissing her head.

When he set her down, Daryl stepped toward his best friend again, handing him over the gun, his gun.

He checked the magazine, nodding at him in thanks.

Rick walked towards the house, the rest followed in his step.

They were going to fight, and they were going to win.

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#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x you #daryl dixion x reader #twd daryl x y/n #daryldixonalonetwd #darylxnatalia

[mayalaen]

9 Peeps you'd like to get to know better

i was tagged by @eeveestoneson almost a month ago ugh i'm behind. Thank you!!

1. Three Ships: Destiel, McShep, Spander

2. First Ever Ship: I was doing this in my head when I was pretty young so I'm gonna say The Hardy Boys but it was mainly for discipline. First fandom ship is either Jack/Daniel from SG1 or Mulder/Krycek from X-Files. My memory isn't the best and when I discovered online fandom I fell in hard, scooping up everything I could get my grubby little hands on.

3. Last Song: Obvious Heart by Finger Eleven

6. Currently Watching: Fargo, Away, Stranger Things (rewatch),

4. Last Film: Rebel Moon

5. Currently Reading: @jezapoof 's unpublished fic and nothing else because I'm trying to catch up on WIPs and tending to the Discord servers.

7. Currently Consuming: Bean and cheese burritos. Easy to make and enough protein to get me through most of the day.

8. Currently Craving: Onions. I finally got over my salt craving (thanks covid), but I think the onion craving might be my liver asking for help so thanks again covid.

The numbering is wonky 😂

No pressure to join in, but I'm gonna tag the lat few people in my activity: @jvalentyne @pimentogirl @myladysmaid134 @hullosweetpea @ryugarika @looptheloup @jezapoof

#reblog games #about me #eeveestoneson

[jaskiercommabard]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @dancingwiththefae 🥹

This is from my untitled changeling Jask fic, the only context needed is that faerie!Jaskier is dealing with some pseudo past-life/dual life memory stuff that is making his little peanut brain sad and mad.

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“Do you remember,” Jaskier asks, letting their smallest fingers touch, “that first year we went north, in Creyden? I found those perfect little flowers. Geranium?”

“Gentian.”

“Gentian, yes. I tried to press them, but they-”

“They stained,” Geralt finishes for him. Something soft lingers at the edge of his voice, something Jaskier could almost mistake for fondness, if he were a more hopeful man. If he were a man. 

“Yes. It bled through the wax paper and turned everything blue.”

“We couldn’t read the map.”

Geralt had been angry then, angrier after, when they stumbled their way to Cairngorn. He was always angry in those early days, so full of explosive grief and so very young despite his agelessness. It doesn't burn to stand beside him anymore, but the proximity is - perhaps for the first time in all their years together - unfamiliar.

“That’s what it feels like, Geralt.” Jaskier continues. “All of it still feels real, and it’s staining through everything. The pages of my life-my lives, are bleeding together. I can’t read the map.”

“Still a poet, then,” Geralt accuses.

Jaskier flings a hand out to smack his chest and Geralt holds it there, trapping Jaskier’s too-long fingers under his own, palm to palm. He’s so warm now, the thrum of his mortal blood warming them both. 

Jaskier wonders if Geralt would still light a fire for him, now that he doesn’t need one, and perfect indigo flowers begin to bloom where their toes touch the grass.

“Creyden was real,” the witcher says, a peculiar crease forming at the corner of his mouth. “The day I saved your hide in Gulet was real. The balladry contest in Novigrad was real.”

“The one I left with the golden laurel, or the one I lost to Valdo?”

“Both, I’m afraid.”

Jaskier hums, casting his eyes up at the open sky. The stars look so much closer now than he remembers.

“It seems right that I would measure the reality of my life by its proximity to you,” he admits. He doesn't look for Geralt's expression, doesn't want to know what it could mean for them now. “I always did, before.”

I'm gonna tag @carrottheluvmachine and also @dancingwiththefae right back because I feel like they have more for us to slurp up

I have lots of other moots who create but I don't know if any of y'all want to be tagged and I'm SHY so here's blanket permission to just tell me if you want to share your WIP and I'll tag you so fast I'll make you the best post I'll get on my grubby little knees and beg

#tag game #I'm so shy lol #This fic is so precious to me which is 99% of the reason I worry I'll never finish it #The other 1% is because I'm very sleeby

[zirawrites]

I liked your romanced companions reacting to sole cheating. How would they react to being cheated on with one another? Like sole is cheating on x with y, it would be a little extreme to get with all companions at once.

Here is the reaction that inspired this post in case anyone wants to read it :)

I chose which companion Sole had an affair with at random, hope this was what you were looking for! I agree that their canon harem always rubbed me the wrong way lol

Cait: Cait’s cheeks flushed as red as her hair. She had Sole cornered in the Third Rail, Magnolia’s jazz sounding more like grating white noise than a melodic song. “Ya cheated on me with MacCready? That grubby, shit-for-brains, no-good cave-dwelling merc?” Cait nearly punched herself in the face wiping away a fallen tear. “I always thought he was sweet on me, but it was just to keep me from thinkin you two were sleeping together. Get out of my damn life, Sole. I didn’t deserve that.”

Curie: Curie could have stomached Sole’s infidelity if it was an anonymous drifter. Some wastelander who they’d met at a bar or during a supply run. But Piper? She was Curie’s friend, too. How could she be so naive? “I suppose I have more to learn about humans than I thought before.” Curie shoved her things in a scavenged duffle bag, her back turned away from Sole. “Do not try to find me. Either of you. I already feel foolish enough.”

Danse: Danse had always feared he wouldn’t be enough for Sole. He had never dated before. Never been in love. Was never sure if he held Sole too tightly, or at an arm’s length. But when Sole admitted they had been sleeping with Preston, he wondered if he ever held their attention at all. “I didn’t take Preston as an adulterer,” Danse admitted, his teeth grit together. “Ironic how you two could do so good for the Commonwealth, yet betray your inner circle so harshly.”

Deacon: Deacon rarely missed details. He knew whenever a Railroad agent cut their hair two inches, or when Carrington changed the brand of antiseptics he used to clean medical supplies, or whether Desdemona was in a mood just judging by her posture. That was why he was so shocked he never picked up that Sole was cheating on him with Curie. “She’s a good gal,” Deacon said flatly, his shades pushed up to the skin between his eyes. “Shame she doesn’t know what a bastard you are.”

Hancock: The mayor was all about having a good time, but only when both parties consented. He had never given Sole permission to stray from their monogamous relationship, let alone with Cait. “So you two were fine huffing my chems and drinking my wine all while fucking under my roof?” He dismissed Sole with a curt wave of his ghoulified hand. “Get out of Goodneighbor, Sunshine. And don’t come back.”

MacCready: MacCready had told Sole he’d follow her until the day he died. They had swapped stories of their deceased spouses. Cleaned each other’s wounds. Shared a bed. But nothing hurt more than knowing Sole had cheated on him with Danse; someone he didn’t like, but still a man who was in their inner circle. “Don’t touch me!” MacCready slapped Sole’s hand from his arm, eyes brimming with hot tears. “Fuck off to the Prydwyn and go live your happily ever after.” He didn’t care about swearing. Duncan would understand.

Preston: The general could hardly look at Sole. He had trusted them with the Minutemen. Trusted them with his heart. And Sole had betrayed everything Preston felt secure within. “Hancock, really?” His voice warbled, on the verge of breaking. “Am I really so boring that you need your thrills with the Commonwealth’s craziest mayor?” He didn’t mean the insult. Hell, he had half a mind to apologize to Hancock later. But while Sole’s love brought out the best in him, their betrayal coaxed out his worst.

Piper: “Boy am I stupid.” Piper gave a clipped laugh that shook at the end. “All this time you’ve been helping me write about synths replacing humans, and you’ve been sleeping with one all along.” She was talking about X6-88; a damn courser for crying out loud. “Were you just waiting to swap me with some machine? Is X6 playing you, or are we both just playing ourselves?”

Nick: “I suppose only the Commonwealth’s greatest secret agent could pull one over on its greatest detective.” Nick’s voice was flat, his joke humorless. “I hope you and Deacon are very happy, Sole. Honestly. Just stay out of my way and we won’t have a problem.”

X6-88: X6 was more disgusted with Sole’s choice of lover than their actual affair. Nick Valentine was a Gen 2 synth. As a courser, X6 was superior to him in every way. “I suppose you have less taste than I thought.” He had nothing more to say. X6 was happy to go back to the Institute and ask Father for another courser to be reassigned as Sole’s bodyguard.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reaction #fallout 4 reactions #nick valentine #preston garvey #fallout 4 deacon #maccready #x6 88 #fallout 4 piper #fallout 4 curie #fallout 4 cait #hancock #danse

[bye-bye-firefly]

Oh! Is this about the new ao3 ai policy? I think I heard about that last night. I had checked Unseeliekey’s account and saw that he had deleted all of his works. Read that he had been thinking of deleting them for awhile because of ao3’s policies and he didn’t wanna support them but the ai thing is what sent him over the edge. Might wanna double check that though since I was sleepy when I read that and may not have absorbed all the info or absorbed it correctly. I have most of Unseeliekey’s works saved in my google drive so I can still reread them, which I’m very thankful for, would be so heartbroken if I could never see them again.

Anyway, I’m really sorry you have to make all your works account only just so the stupid ais can’t get their little grubby ai mining hands on them! All this ai stuff is really gross and really sucks

that whole thing i posted was actually sparked by unseeliekey leaving! which is really sad honestly. and imo with my two cents if i am to say anything about that. ao3 doesnt even support ai they just dont know what to do at this time Legally. i disagree with a lot of unseeliekey's points, but that's not really up to me to convince him i did not even know him and i dont want to tell him hes wrong. its his thoughts and his worldview so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sad to see him go, though. thats fandom history lost right there. newer fans will never get to see fics that literally SHAPED the fandom. unseeliekey is pretty much responsible for the phantom thief au as it is today. it really is such a great loss. i hope that maybe he changes his mind, makes them public but not on ao3. maybe puts out the chapters that never made it to the light of day; i know there were chapters that were done, just not published before he left the fandom, if he still has those files

and goddd the fucking ai. i hate having to make my fics ao3 accounts only it pisses me off so bad i just want people to be able to read my shit without having to worry about scrapes and shit like that like. i am still kind of on the fence about making some of my newer stuff account only. like making nameless and nobody move account only? i hate that. maybe ill make my finished works account only and then wait until everything that i havent abandoned is done to make them account only. that might be the better plan. just pisses me off theres nothing we can do right now IM SO SERIOUS we need to find a way to make glaze for writers im not tech savvy but there has to be a way where people on ao3 can be able to read the work but ai cant and it just fucks them. that would be great but i dont even know if thats possible

#fae's asks

[sanddusted-wisteria]

A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 23: Statistical Anomaly

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“Hey, you never know.” The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?” Qi turned towards them with widened eyes. “You…remembered that?”

Also on AO3

A/N: Hey, remember Statistical Anomaly? The oneshot that was the springboard for this fic that I wrote almost a year(!!) ago? I always intended for that to be a part of this fic, but before, I figured I would just link to it via A/N in between the chapters that I thought it would take place in. That was before this fic's outline tripled in size, though. So for the sake of flow and continuity, I decided to touch it up a little bit and make it its own chapter in here! Most of it is ripped straight from the original oneshot, so there's not a whole lot you're missing if you've already read it. I've just made some minor edits to improve the dialogue and make it fit in as a chapter as opposed to a standalone oneshot. Enjoy (again)!

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"My parents were quite surprised to find out about our relationship. However, when I was ten, I calculated that the probability of me finding love was roughly three point one four percent. They wouldn't have been so surprised if they had simply recalled the conversation in which I relayed that statistic."

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The Milky Way stretched its way in a magnificent arc across the sky, highlighting the already brilliant sea of stars with a luminous cloud. The silence of night was only broken by the cool desert breeze, and the subtle whirring of the research center’s machinery.

The builder was in a trance. If it weren’t for the grounding sensation of the plush blankets under their back, and the warmth of Qi at their side, they felt as if they could just fall upwards into that beautiful cosmic expanse.

A rather bright shooting star suddenly shot across their vision. The builder gasped, mind frantically stumbling to make a wish. Beside them, Qi tensed. It was only after a solid five seconds after it disappeared from view that he relaxed with a sigh of…relief? Disappointment?

“No impact,” he said, before the builder could ask him for his wish. He probably would’ve insisted that he didn’t make one, anyway.

“...Is that a good thing?” the builder asked.

“I was wondering if that was an Old World satellite or space debris that fell out of orbit.”

“I think it’d look more like a giant fireball if it was. Probably would fall into the ocean anyways.”

Qi groaned. “What a waste.”

“Hey, if that thing fell onto Sandrock, it’d be me cleaning up the mess.”

“That’s ideal! You would be the first one to hand me any relics you find inside.”

The builder snorted. “Is that why we’re dating?”

“I suppose it is a benefit. Companionship, positive emotions, a wellspring of inspiration and ideas, and exclusive access to new relics before the Civil Corps and the Church get their grubby fingers on them first.”

“Glad to see you know everything you want out of a partner,” the builder laughed. Qi joined in, his quiet chuckling rumbling against their side. “Seriously though, could something like that actually happen?”

Qi hummed in thought. “I’m not sure. Overall, odds are astronomically low, but with the recent satellite crash in Portia, that might change ever so slightly. Might be wishful thinking on my part though.”

“Hey, you never know.” The builder gently took Qi’s hand and laced their fingers together. “3.14%, remember?”

Qi turned towards them with widened eyes. “You…remembered that?”

“Yeah. Ever since you told me that, I always wondered how exactly you got that number. Seems kinda hard to calculate.”

“Indeed it was. I decided to challenge myself and attempt to calculate what so many thought was utterly unquantifiable.”

“At age 10, too.”

“Age 10 is an important stage of childhood development.”

The builder snorted. “Don’t think I was crunching numbers nonstop when I was 10…”

“It was more than just math. It was a full research undertaking.”

“Oh?” The builder turned on their side to face Qi. “Where’d you start?”

Qi brought a hand to his chin. “Hmm… Well, let’s see…” The builder felt a tiny smile lift the corner of their mouth, seeing him prep for another one of his rambly and incredibly thorough explanations.

“Well, for my calculations, my primary consideration was people,” he began, speaking as if summarizing his latest findings to a fellow researcher. “Both myself and the people around me. I had always wanted to be a researcher, and I preferred to work either alone or only with a close friend. Any communication with others besides my family could be done through letters or telegrams. So that already made my chances low. Intuitively, the fewer people I interact with, the lower my chances of forming any sort of connection with one. Pairing that with my rather raw personality, the chances of meeting anyone at all who would be romantically interested are also incredibly low.”

“But not zero,” the builder chimed, nudging Qi’s side with a grin.

“No, not zero,” Qi echoed, breathing a quiet, wistful sigh. “In any case, I took those factors into consideration, combined it with several other variables like Alliance population densities and general reports on romantic compatibility in couples, and found that my chances at finding love were around 3.14%. Accounting for error, of course.”

Accounting for error…so that could’ve been an overestimate. “...Was it…difficult to see the result?”

Qi hesitated. “At the time, it seemed rather sad. But when I considered how rare love seemed to be from personal accounts and stories, it started to make sense. I wasn’t particularly bothered in the long-term. I was still interested in research first and foremost.”

Silence fell over the two of them again.

Were you? the builder thought. They kept their eyes on Qi, trying in vain to read his expression. Qi just kept staring calmly at the stars above.

Qi was the first to break the silence with a quiet hum, knocking the builder out of their thoughts. “It’s been a long time since I ever considered that calculation. It’s in much need of a revision.”

“Really? What changes?”

“Different environments, for one. Sandrock is completely different to Vega 5 in every aspect. A smaller community in crisis and differences in culture make one more obligated to personally interact with others.”

“Especially if someone in said community keeps pestering you just to give you a power stone every other day,” the builder snorted.

“Of course,” said Qi, rolling his eyes. “In the middle of deriving difficult proofs, no less.”

The builder just laughed, seeing the faint sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

“Or trying to finish a diagram due in under 12 hours, or working with dangerous chemicals, or performing statistical analysis with a huge dataset…” Qi counted off on his fingers. “Truly bothersome.”

“Wow. What a monster,” the builder drawled. “Who could do such a thing?”

“Someone truly peculiar, for sure.” Qi couldn’t hide the tiny upward turn of his lips.

“Heh. So how much does that change the odds?”

“It increases them by a somewhat significant amount. I never anticipated leaving Vega 5 when I was younger, so I couldn’t have foreseen something like that. But I think it’s irrelevant regardless.”

“Irrelevant how?”

“There’s a second new factor that I couldn’t have seen coming even when I moved to Sandrock. It single-handedly managed to overpower almost every other factor. I’d even call it anomalous; it was completely unprecedented.”

“An anomaly, huh?”

“Yes. An anomaly no one could have foreseen.” Qi turned on his side to meet the builder’s eyes. “It suddenly arrived one summer’s day. Soon enough, it had managed to tangle itself into everything. The city’s well-being, the lives of everyone here…and even my own feelings.”

The builder flushed. “A-aw come on. Doesn’t sound like an anomaly to me.”

“Ah, but it was. Is. Sandrock was clearly on a decline on all fronts. Ecologically. Economically. And yet, when the anomaly appeared, everything seemed to start turning around. Slowly, but noticeably. Even now, change is happening.”

They smirked. “Well. Aren’t you the one who keeps saying ‘correlation doesn’t mean causation?’”

“Very good. But correlation may imply causation,” he corrected. “Many times it doesn’t, but if there is a logical reason for the correlation, a causation may be inferred.

“With the anomaly came restoration of town infrastructure, despite numerous bandit attacks, a dramatic increase in production speed and quality from the commerce guild, and even minor reversal of desertification. This anomaly was at the center of it all, an uncontrollable and unpredictable variable in everything. I think it’s fair to say it’s a logical causation, wouldn’t you?”

“Okay, okay. But what’s it got to do with you?”

“Ah. E-erm. Well. Through…extensive direct interaction with the anomaly, it was pretty clear to see the effects it had on me.” Qi suddenly seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes on the builder’s.

“Oh?” their lips curled into a coy smile. “Care to fill me in on your methodology?”

Even in the dark, they could see Qi’s face reddening. “I–uh…wasn’t expecting to be writing a new research paper right now. Much less in a…spoken-word format.”

“You’re stalling…” the builder replied in a sing-songy voice. “Methods?”

“Er…interactions were basic to start with. A small conversation here or there. Several new machine diagrams drawn. Occasionally it produced a power stone or data disk right as my supply was running dry. Or a fresh cup of tea. Somehow it never seemed to run out of goodwill.”

“And then I guess it started snowballing from there.”

“Indeed. It started appearing outside my working hours, when I would be observing the stars. And then it just…kept returning. Over and over. Just to stargaze. And also to interact with me, for whatever reason.” The builder snorted. “Whether it was in daytime or nighttime hours, it would appear. You’d think I’d get annoyed at its constant presence, but I started welcoming it. Anticipating it. Enjoying it, even.”

“And why is that?” The cheeky grin hadn’t left the builder’s lips.

“W-well, my research started advancing at an improbable rate when the anomaly started regularly appearing. Lots of data disks and relics… And then—” Qi gestured up at the massive telescope beside them. “—it managed to produce an entire telescope…something that any researcher at Vega 5 could only dream of using, let alone owning.”

“And…?”

The flush on Qi’s face was darkening. “A-and…it…um. It also manifested one of my greatest dream designs into a physical reality—”

“From something very obscure…” the builder grinned.

“S-something you never would’ve heard of,” Qi snorted.

“Uh huh. Is that all? Noooo other reason?”

Qi stammered some more, trying to fit the right words together. “I-in general… I found myself e-enjoying the anomaly’s presence. Proximity to it increased positive emotions by…erm…200%, and lowered stress by…40…no, 50%.”

The builder’s smile softened. “I see.”

“Furthermore, it seemed to trigger a positive feedback loop in me, where interaction led to desire for more interaction, which led to more interaction, and so on. Truly…” Qi took a breath. “...an utterly fascinating phenomenon.” His voice trailed off into a whisper.

The builder felt their cheeks heating again. “And how did that loop get started exactly?”

“Not by conscious choice. It just so happened that the anomaly’s work tied firmly into my work. Encountering it was inevitable.”

“So…how does that factor into your calculations?”

“Right. When we factor in this anomaly, my old calculations become totally obsolete. Instead of 3.14%, the probability of me finding love…” Qi’s voice lowered even more, barely a breath on the breeze.

“...is 100%.”

The builder was at a loss for words. They could only stare back at him, eyes glittering like the stars above. Qi’s face softened into that rare, private smile reserved just for them: small but full of warmth. It made their entire body glow with an invisible, but brilliant light.

Qi closed his eyes. “If the parallel universe theory is to be believed, there are many universes where you never come to Sandrock. There are many universes where I never come to Sandrock. But in every one that we do come here, and we meet…I will always fall for you.” He closed the distance between them, gently bringing his forehead to theirs. “The data doesn’t lie.”

His breath tickled their lips, making it achingly difficult to resist his touch. They slowly brought their hand up to his chin, tilting his head toward them with a feather-light brush. They moved in tandem, bringing their lips together into a gentle kiss.

Qi sucked in a gasp through his nose, caught unaware. And then he relaxed, letting it out as a blissful sigh. He draped his arm around their shoulders, pulling them in as close as he could. The builder’s free hand moved of its own accord, weaving through Qi’s unruly hair. They felt their nose nudge his glasses out of place, but that hardly mattered.

The builder let themself melt into Qi’s warmth. The glow inside of them burned brighter and brighter. They no longer had to imagine themself falling up into the endless sky. They were there already, a brand-new star floating on the celestial sea.

They pulled away to breathe, and suddenly they were back on Earth. The remnants of Qi’s touch tingled beneath their skin, the glow fading but never vanishing. Qi still gave them the same tranquil smile, his face ruddied all the way to his ears. The builder returned it with an adoring gaze of their own.

“I love you,” they whispered.

“And I, you,” he whispered back.

None in Sandrock would ever hear them, but the gentle wind carried the words from their lips, lifting them up, up, and away for the stars alone to listen.

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A/N: I look back at the A/N for Statistical Anomaly and I laugh a little. "I've got a couple more Qi ideas that I might take a crack at in the near future." Oh past me, you don't even know what's coming.

One thing hasn't changed though: Qi is still a dingus, and I still love him dearly.

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#my time at sandrock #mtas fanfic #mtas #shady's fics #brr #i'm gonna start putting chapter quotes in the chapter posts since they look a little barren w/o an a/n or anything

[warcrimesimulator]

I had a Horse Girl™ phase as a kid but it was very surface level. I didn't know that much about horses, wasn't interested in them in the same way I was interested in cats or dinosaurs (which I would read as much about as I could get my grubby little hands on), but I was nonetheless obsessed with them and had a shit ton of toy horses and went fucking nuts for the movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron when it came out.

I still remember going to the rodeo and there was a little enclosed area with horses that children could ride on and of course I did and it was the most magical thing ever. Had my cowboy hat on and everything. Pretty sure I have never touched a horse since.

#I still don't know much about horses but they are Cool Animals™

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! Do you know why i keep reading of anons writing left and right over lestat and louis tumblr blogs saying Sam is racist? Like what? He seems so down to eart and a tad bit scared of the fame. Is it cuz he is playing lestat and episode 5? It’s just a character. Why so angry? Like I’m not a fan of Claudia etc but i don’t go on a rant and write mean things to people

Haven't seen any, though I heard of that (and had a few asks indicating), I must be following the right people...

A lot of people seem not able to divorce actor from character, and at the same time seem to need to protect others and project, heavily.

I watched everything I could get my grubby little hands on and I have seen nothing that would explain it.

*shrugs*

#Anonymous #asks #sam reid #ask nalyra

[sanniedaysmarsnights]

Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 7 NSFW (San x reader x Wooyoung and Hongjoong x reader)

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A/N: Yet another chapter so soon! I was struck by motivation thanks to a sweet comment which made my day, yay ;) This one is really smutty and gets a little dark towards the end again, so if you feel less comfortable with that stuff feel free to just skip that portion. Don't like -> Don't read!

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 If you would like to be added to the tags, please let me know! You can leave a comment or send me an ask :)

Warnings: dub con/non con elements towards the end.

For what felt like a minute your whole world began to spin around you. The alliance was coming for you, in your own home? They have all of your information and They could be here within the hour was spinning around like a broken record in your mind. You wildly gasped in shock when you felt someone roughly grab you by the shoulders. Was it all too late? Was this how it all was going to end? I should have never gotten in league with ATEEZ. Your heart wrenched at the idea.

 "For god's sake reply to me!" You blinked in confusion, finding that the person shaking you was in fact not one of the alliance, but your- what was he to you? San. "You can panic over this later, but not now, we have to get a move on! Is there anything in particular you have to bring with you?" And then your mind finally cleared up.

 "T-there is a duffel bag under my bed with some stuff and-" San already shot off. Stumbling through the house, you desperately tried to get your wobbly knees under control. You were en route to your old family's pictures standing on your kitchen counter. Against your will tears began to well up in your eyes. You were finally going to have to leave this house behind, the place you once lovingly called home. The small spaces that were littered with happy memories when your parents and older brother had still been alive. Your knuckles turned white gripping the picture frame.

San appeared in the doorway with the duffel bag. It looked like he had tried to stuff it full of whatever clothes he could get his hands on, some books and weapons you had hidden around the house.

 "I'm disappointed that you could find my knives so quickly, and there I thought I had found really good hiding places for them." Not that it would matter anymore either way.

 "You forget who taught you these things angel." You could hear the struggle in San's voice, between sounding caring and his usual emotionless I am on an assignment voice. He knew how hard it must be for you to leave your space as abruptly as this, without getting any time to process or properly say your goodbyes.

 "Is there anything else you need to take? Fifteen minutes have pa-" San begun, but you cut him off.

 "Let's burn this place down." San's eyes widened in shock. "Before they get to lay their grubby hands on it, or probably burn it down either way. Let's beat them to it." San's face had gone completely serious, and you knew he understood.

 "We open up all of the inside doors, only leave the windows and front door shut. Do you know where your gas cables are?" The two of you immediately set to work. Within five minutes you were both standing at your front door. "Do you want to warn your neighbours?" he asked tentatively, but you shook your head no.

 "Let the assholes burn." San felt a pang of pride, or was it love, in his chest, before placing a candle you conveniently had in stock in the doorway.

 "Any last words for it?" San asked, waiting to light the candle when you felt ready.

 "I've said my goodbyes to everything good in this place a long time ago. This is just a shell of what remained." You paused. "It is time for me to move on, let go of all this." You nodded to San, who lit the wick.

 "It'll probably go up in about five minutes, we should get a move on." And with that, you left your past behind, appropriately, in a sea of flames.

You had burst into tears several times along the way to ATEEZ's base, not caring about whomever might see. San had been silent but understanding, rubbing your back gently every now and then as he carried your stuffed bag. San knew that this sudden event would take time to process, letting you sniffle it out in peace. When you had reached the stunning front gates of their property, your tears halted naturally. You couldn't help but stare at the vast amount of land beyond the gates. Not only was there an enormously long driveway, their mansion still looked huge despite the distance. There were several other less big buildings littered about around it.

 "Pretty impressive, right?" You were truly stunned. You knew your home had been humble, but it was enough. This however, seemed simply unreal. San noticed the way your scrunched your nose, while tentatively shifting your weight from one foot to another. Your feet had began hurting after the considerable distance the two of you had made on foot. "Don't worry, we're almost there." He walked over to the intercom, speaking something into it, and then the great gates began to move. "After you, my angel." You sniffled a small laugh, before crossing the boundary onto their grounds.

When you had finally almost reached the main building, a young man came out to meet you. He was wearing a suit with the top few buttons of his white shirt left forgotten, but that wasn't what your eyes had been drawn towards.

 "Oh bloody hell." You murmured to yourself. The first time you had met these eight men you had been half in a state of shock, with your adrenaline levels through the roof. You could barely remember what they had actually looked like, until they appeared on your doorstep. One of them you hadn't met up close until now however, a stunning man built with a regal complexion and entrancing eyes. The thin rimmed round glasses that were perched on his nose gave him a wise air like an owl's. Not a small little barn owls, no a great grey owl. Majestic, wise and above all silent and powerful.

 "Nice to meet you again, my name is Song Mingi." His voice sounded like music to you. Why exactly did all of the most terrible and powerful men here be ridiculously good looking? And not to mention the sound of his dark rumbly voice. That was surely going to be haunting you for days.

 "If there is every anything, no matter how extraordinarily rare, Mingi will be able to find it for you." San patted the taller man on the shoulder proudly, flattering him.

 "It would be my pleasure to help you out in any way I can, miss." You nodded in appreciation. "If you'll both follow me, I'd be happy to show you where you will be residing." Mingi led you towards one of the smaller buildings towards the back of the mansion. It had a great many windows, positively flooding with natural light. It wasn't far from the large pool it faced, completed with lounge chairs and other garden furniture.

Mingi fished a set of keys from his pocket, before holding the clinking bundle out to you.

 "These are the keys to your new home, miss. I hope you find it to your liking, if there is anything you'd like to change or add to it please do not hesitate to let me know." You simply gawked at the man. He couldn't possibly mean the whole building was yours?! Mingi didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest as he stood waiting patiently for you to accept your keys. When San sent you a quick nod, you worked up the courage to move again, taking the keys from Mingi's waiting hand.

Shaking somewhat, you managed to insert the keys into the lock and turn it. You had not been prepared for the sight inside. Several plants were looking incredibly well kept, and the sofas were topped with many colourful looking pillows. Mingi showed you around the house, which contained an open kitchen and living room on the ground floor, and a bedroom, bathroom and study on the first floor. You could hardly believe that this would be your new home for the time being. The house was easily three times the size of your old apartment. Mingi and San excused themselves soon after, leaving you in peace to unpack.

 "It is a good thing that the summerhouse was prepared ahead of time." San started to Mingi as they walked back towards their mansion together. "I suppose we have your excellent planning and foresight to thank for that" San sighed, suddenly feeling tired. Today had been quite the unexpected rollercoaster, even to his standards.

 "I had a sneaking suspicion the miss would come to stay with us sooner rather than later." Mingi stated calmly.

 "Are all of the cameras also up and running?" Mingi nodded. "Then I guess we got lucky, and we can move the plan forward."

 "There is no such thing as luck in this world, San." Mingi said gravely. "You should know that better than most."

Your new home contained everything you needed, except for company. Hence you often found yourself lounging about in their main quarters instead. Life there turned out to be rather eventful. There was always some excitement going on, be it because some news of other gangs came in, or somebody would be sent off for another mission. You had repeatedly whined that you wanted to come along to at least some of the missions, but the members always insisted it would be too dangerous for you to go out for now. At this point you would give anything to even go out on one of the more mundane assignments, but alas. So, you focussed during the days on your training, hoping to convince them that you would be able to fend for yourself. The evenings were spent jousting with the group of young men, listening to their tales of great achievements and lucky strokes.

Getting shut in with these unusually good looking and charismatic men around the clock was certainly something new to you. You had never stood a chance to hold down a boyfriend for longer than a few days, let alone live with eight men all at once. Well, that was eight by theory at least. You very rarely even caught the slightest glimpse of their leader Kim Hongjoong and his famous right hand Park Seonghwa. A pity, you thought about the latter. You had spent a rather pleasant with Seonghwa picnicking not too long ago, and you could do with some calmness. Yes, most of the boys were laid back when they were at the base, tired out from running errands sometimes day and night. But some members seemed to always regain some of their energy, just to tease you. Especially Wooyoung always seemed to know just how to press your buttons to get you, and sometimes even San, worked up.

You were calmly reading a book while laying on their large soft sofa, before you heard a click and felt a cold piece of metal pressing into your temple. Your heart skipped a beat as the adrenaline began flooding your veins. You knew perfectly well it was San who was holding a gun to your head. The game was for you to somehow get out of the compromising position, and gain the upper hand. It had begun as a part of your training, but the two of you had a little too much fun doing it. You swiftly used the book to avert the gun, before spinning around and catching it with both hands. San pretended to struggle pulling the gun free like an inexperienced assassin, and eventually let you overpower him. When you had pinned him to the wall, his serious face cleared, beginning to giggle.

 "Mmh, my little spitfire is getting better by the day." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. After a brief pause he continued "Next time, try not to overpower the gun arm. There is no use struggling over it back and forth. It is more likely to cause loose shots and alert other guards. Use the momentum and gain the upper hand by overwhelming your opponent rather than overpowering. That way you also have a chance they simply drop the gun in reflex, if you're lucky. Keep an eye out for it nonetheless of course, you don't want to test that and come out on the wrong end of it." You nodded, trying your hardest to pay attention and resist kissing the man before you. You instinctively moved your leg in between his, tongue darting out to lick your lip.

 "If you are so into this stuff, how about I show you my gun?" Wooyoung's voice perked up from behind you. Before you could startle away from San, you felt Wooyoung's hands grip your hips to keep you locked in place between the two men. "It's a big one, you should see the things I can do with it." To add to his words, he rolled his hips into your backside. You bit your lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan. San seemed rather pissed with his friend however, and was sending glares over your shoulder to the younger man. "I sure know I'm not the only one interested in finding out what these lips can do" Wooyoung sang, lips not far from your ear. His warm breath was sending shivers down your spine which you were certain wouldn't go unnoticed by either men.

 "She is mine first and foremost though." San growled darkly. If you hadn't known better, you would have seriously feared for Wooyoung's life. But this wasn't the first time the feisty young man teased him, and yet he always seemed to get off scot free. "Isn't that right darling?" Now those enticing dark eyes landed on you, and before you knew it his fingers had caught your chin. San gave you no warning before planting a deep kiss onto your lips, purposefully making out with you to make a point to Wooyoung. Not that you minded, your mind was far too clouded by now. When your lips finally parted you had long forgotten the question, but nobody seemed to care.

 "Aww but Sannie, you know that sharing is caring" Wooyoung simply continued to whine. How was it that he managed to sound both so bothersome and sexual all at once?

 "That depends on what the lady likes." San said sounding dutiful. You admired how upstanding he was for you, but at this point you would probably go along with anything he said. Your veins felt like they were on fire, intoxicated by longing.

 "You never know." began Wooyoung, "Do you want to play with me, little doll?" When Wooyoung licked a stripe up the side of your neck you finally lost your last shred of composure. Your back arched eagerly into the now significantly larger grown bulge, which happily replied with a roll of the hips back into yours. "It looks like our little doll is into it" Wooyoung sent a satisfied grin to San, almost like a challenge.

 "You can use her mouth, but her pussy is mine." San stated sternly.

San was definitely on edge about sharing you, which you could tell by how his grip on your hips was even harder than usual. You would have whined out about how it hurt, but this resulted in nothing more than gurgles over Wooyoung's cock. They had bent you over the sofa, knees resting in its plush pillows and hands on the back to stabilise yourself to the best of your ability.

Wooyoung ended up pulling out and shooting his load over your face, before pulling you up and making out with you. "You did so well for me doll. Such a talented little mouth on you." He continued to make out with you until finally San's reckless thrusts came to a still inside of you, grunting loudly. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the warm feeling of the large load he was filling you up with. Wooyoung had to bite back a moan himself at the sight, biting his lip.

 "You look so impeccable ruined like this doll, you really are irresistible." That earned Wooyoung a warning glance from San, which clearly told him not to get any ideas. Wooyoung didn't seem all that phased, and simply shrugged his shoulders before straightening up his outfit. "Thank you, doll." You were almost so far gone as to say 'you're welcome' just to piss off San in chance of another round, but you bit your tongue. You would probably have been incredibly embarrassed by that when your sanity returned, and Wooyoung would never let you live it down. San was preoccupied kissing all over your neck, while straightening up your dishevelled undergarments and make you presentable again.

When San returned with some wet cloth to wipe off the strings of come of your face, you saw that his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

 "You did so well, angel." He said softly. "I'm sorry if I was too harsh with you, I-" You held up your hand to his lips to silence him.

 "I loved every part of this San, there is nothing for you to apologise for." That sunshine of a smile grew on his face once more, his eyes looking at you lovingly.

 "You really are the best, my angel." You felt your heart flutter as he lowered his lips to kiss both of your eyelids.

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Your adventure involving Wooyoung didn't save you from any of his usual teasing, such as when he walked in on you two making out in the kitchen before breakfast.

 "Oh god not the married couple again." He whined, looking pleadingly to Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang who were just joining in too. "Quickly Yeosang, give me your bag." Yeosang seemed rather surprised, and hesitant to give it without first knowing the reason.

 "What do you need it for, don't you have enough of your own bags?" He asked in suspicion.

 "So I can throw up in it, you two are so sickeningly whipped for each other. Could you at least spare us the eye fucking please? And that all before breakfast. Give me a break." Wooyoung ranted away, forgetting about the bag altogether.

 "You're just jealous you've got nobody to suck your cock for you." Mingi teased, to the great amusement of Yeosang and Yunho.

 "Not unless you feel like revisiting the events of the other day." Wooyoung said mysteriously, making the others look questioningly over to you. "What?" Wooyoung tried to play it off as if he was innocent not that anybody who knew him would fall for that old trick. It did get them to drop the subject for the time being though, much to your relief. Your cheeks felt warm from the endeavour, and you tried your best to forget about the whole morning ordeal.

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After a particularly slow morning, your curiosity gets the better of you as you wander around the house. You find yourself in what looked like a fairly secluded file room, which unbeknownst to you was a heavily protected area containing secret documents. You set off a silent alarm as you entered, and suddenly the lights turn to a dim glow. When you tried to exit in your startle, you find that the door has locked behind you. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, feeling around a way to where you might find a light switch.

You gasp loudly when you suddenly feel the cold barrel of a gun pressed into your neck and freeze. Your heart leaped so high you feared your perpetrator would be able to hear every single beat. You had felt so cocky about your newfound skills in self defence, but you knew from the angle of the gun that this was not San holding you at gunpoint. You didn't dare to move.

 "Are you lost, baby girl?" it was the voice of Hongjoong, thank god. You try to turn yourself around to face him, but he roughly grabs hold of your shoulder and presses you into a cabinet. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you." And to your terror, you hear the cocking of the gun still firmly pressed into your skin.

 "P-please, Hongjoong it's me." You whimper out, hoping that because of the darkness he had simply mistaken you for an intruder.

 "Yes, and who is that exactly hmm? Are you a spy?"

 "No! You wailed out. Why would I do such a thing to you, you know I would never." You could feel your teeth chatter from your nerves. You wished San was here, or any of the others to talk some sense into him.

 "So you just happened to wander into our paper vault without knowing then did you?" Again he was met with more of your whimpers. "You have no idea about the sheer value of the documents surrounding you right now, do you?" Hongjoong spoke slowly in a degrading tone. When you did not reply, he sighed. "So you just really are that naïve then aren't you." You were desperately hoping he would finally let you go, but he made no such move as of yet.  "Please Hongjoong, whatever I did, I am so sorry. I did not mean to intrude. I swear."

 "I believe you." Relief washed over you. "There is no way we would have missed such crucial information as we ran a deep check on you. Hell, we all know how thorough Seonghwa is." You nodded, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

 "Please can you let me go." You asked with a quivering voice.

 "Now why would I do that, baby doll.." Suddenly Hongjoong's voice had taken on a more heavy tone, pressing his body closer to your back. He caged you in, still keeping his gun firmly pointed into you. "When you are looking so incredibly enticing right in front of me." Now you could feel his hard defined bulge pressing into your ass, rocking itself into you slowly. This didn't feel like he was joking around, like Wooyoung had done.

 "H-hongjoong what is going on?" You asked innocently, too confused to believe what seemed to be happening.

 "You know the boys love talking about you dear, about your body and how good it feels.." You gulped. Hongjoong moved his lips to your ear, darkly whispering "Perhaps I should take a bite and find out what everyone has been on about." The next things seem to happen so quickly, you barely even registered how Hongjoong had swirled you around and pushed you down to your knees. To your dismay, you still found the barrel of Hongjoong's gun pressed into your scalp. He shot you a sick grin, before using his other hand to undo the buttons of his trousers. "Your mouth seems to be good at whimpering, but can it also suck cock like a good little slut? Let's put it to the test shall we."

Hongjoong wasted very little time before thrusting deeply into your throat, barely giving you any time to adjust to his girth. He set an unforgiving pace, quickly making the tears welled up in your eyes spill over your cheeks as he repeatedly choked you on his cock. Your face became a mess not just from your tears, but the mix of saliva and pre cum that he liked to spread over your face with his dick every now and then.

 "Well aren't you a good girl.." Hongjoong spoke breathlessly. "I don't even have to move, my eager little slut enjoys choking on my cock all by herself." It was only then that you had realised, Hongjoong had stopped moving his hips. You paused in bewilderment. "Well don't stop now darling" Hongjoong pulled out of your mouth, admiring the amount of slimy stings connected him to you.

 You felt yourself blushing slightly at the adoring gaze Hongjoong was sending you, shy from the attention. "Y-yes sir." you mumbled before reconnecting your lips with his tip. If Hongjoong wasn't already amazed at your initiative, he certainly was after he caught you uttering those words.

 "My my, baby girl. Who trained you to be so good and obedient?"

 You disconnected your mouth for a moment to speak. "Nobody, sir." before returning your attentions back to the throbbing member before you.

 "So our precious little girl was like this all along, and we had no idea? What a pleasant surprise. You really are a perfect little doll for us, aren't you?" Hongjoong paused, contemplating the situation. "You enjoy this don't you? The thrill of having a gun to your head and being used for my pleasure. And yet, whenever anybody tried to take you like this back in the day you were so feisty? Why are you submitting now?"

That was a question which shook you. It brought back the memories of when you had been harassed on the streets of your old neighbourhood, and yet here you were. Sucking a man's cock as he held a cocked gun to your head. What made this situation different?

 "Because it is you, sir." You answered, panting softly. It was only because of the earnest look in your eyes that Hongjoong could accept the words that followed. "Because you are a good man. I have seen what you do for your members, how hard you work for them even behind the scenes. You look out for them, as I know you look out for me. I feel.." You hesitated, the words you were about to say should be a contradiction when speaking about the dangerous man, but they were the truth. "I feel safe with you."

 It was not in Hongjoong's nature to be gentle, and yet he found himself caressing your cheek. You had made his stone heart race, and that only with a couple of sentences. He knew it was dangerous to grow attached to anyone, but he already had his members. One more person couldn't do any harm, right? "I will always protect you, my angel. No matter what the cost."

Hongjoong saw a small smile grace your lips, before taking his cock into your mouth once more. You batted your eyelids at him, making his mind spin. "The things you do to me angel." He spoke breathlessly, nearing his high. Shudders shot down his spine as he released his load down your throat, though having to pull back to let you breathe. Small spurts of his white come were still coming from his tip, delectably coating your lips with the hot sticky white.

You were both still thoroughly out of breath as he pulled you back up to your feet, tucking his gun away. When both of his hands were free, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for an aggressively deep kiss, tongue lapping over your lips and tongue. Once he well and truly had to pull back for air, he leaned your foreheads together. "Perhaps one day, I'll make you into a fine queen."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, nothing makes me happier than to interact with you guys, so please don’t hesitate to pop anything into the comments! Lots of love <3 Reblogs are very berry welcome too~ <3

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[witchyspiritsims]

Hellooooo, anyone out there remember me? It’s been almost a year since I’ve used this tumblr last - and over a year since I decided to start it.

As a bit of an explanation, I lost the Blackwood and AHC save files. Actually, I lost ALL my save files except some I’d backed up like three months prior or something. I’m not sure what happened but I put new CC into my game and when I started it up next just. Everything was wiped. I lost motivation after that and pretty much quit Sims 4. I switched to Sims 2 and really had a lot of fun!

Then my laptop broke. It stopped charging unless the charger was in a very specific position. We thought it was the charger itself so we bought a new one. Turns out it was the charging port. Online it said it had most likely come away from the motherboard. It’s been months since and I’ve been without a computer of my own.

That said, I’ve been using my husband’s desktop and it’s been a whole new experience for me. I’ve only ever had laptops. When he let me put sims on his computer it was like a totally different game. The graphics looked better, it ran so smoothly, and I could finally use reshade!!! I was so excited and it’s really given me my spark back for sims. So much so that I started an actual legacy challenge - The Sims in Bloom challenge. I had started the AHC before, but I never got very far into it since I lost my saves soon after. The Sims in Bloom legacy helped me really see the appeal of legacy challenges and I got pretty far in it before I found the Whimsy Challenge. Then my attentions shifted to that because I fell so deeply in love with it that it was all I could think about sometimes lmao.

But now I’ve found a new challenge and can feel myself wanting to get my grubby little hands on it. I read through the Crybaby Whims legacy last night and just. Wanted to start it so bad. But I know it’ll be like my other ones - I’ll play it till I find something better and then abandon it. I don’t want that to happen to my Whimsy legacy and I most definitely dont want it to happen to this one if I start it. So I’ve been thinking of bringing this simblr back to life. Maybe having the Crybaby Whims save as my simblr save, and the Whimsy save as my personal? Since I’m already almost finished with generation 1?

I also have to think about how I’ll be able to manage it. My depression has made my energy cap at like 5%. I’ve lost irl friendships bc I just can’t manage surviving and communicating at the same time anymore. Would adding an active simblr to my plate again be a good idea? I’m not sure, but I know I want to try it. I have this whole idea of making a cast list for the Crybaby legacy and how the drama of the first gen will start and I’m excited to FINALLY play with a teen because I haven’t played a teen at ALL since HSY came out. So I think what I’m going to do is…. Just post when I feel like! I was never a big simblr to begin with so it isn’t like I have dozens of people anxiously awaiting my posts. Especially since I’ve taken such a large break. I think I’ll kind of have to build back up again. Either way I’m not going to put so much pressure on myself to post here, and I think I’ll only use my twitter to announce posts and maybe chat with people here or there. Definitely don’t plan on getting into debates with people about the state of the sims or ea.

That’s just what I’m thinking about, anyway! Im getting a desktop of my own soon, so I might not start anything until then. Then again I’ll have to transfer stuff anyway. What’s the harm of another save file??

#thinking #thoughts with witchy #I will also have to remove the Blackwood and AHC and family tree pages #lol it’ll be funny if I post this and then this blog sits here unused for another year

[justmybookthots]

The Stolen Heir

4.5/5 stars

I am shaking as I write this. Ms Holly Black, WHO ARE YOU AND ARE YOU REAL?!?!

In any case, I finally finished this book. After putting it off for months, I made myself start it yesterday—I told myself I must once I was done with Six of Crows—then finished it today. The first time I tried reading it months ago, my brain was caught in a reading slump, and I couldn't get into it. This time, I was immersed. About a third into the book, I couldn't stop turning the pages. 

(How BEAUTIFUL is this edition, by the way? I want to get my grubby hands on it so bad)

I can't believe how much I enjoyed this book. I went in with not-high expectations because I felt nothing could best Cruel Prince, which was Holly Black's magnum opus in my opinion—and most of the reviews seemed to echo that they found this installment lukewarm—but now that I've read it, I disagree.

It was like the main gripes I had with Cruel Prince were addressed here. I always found Cardan a little too weak, a little too uninvolved in the storyline compared to Jude, but Oak wasn't like that at all. For one thing, he could fight. I was veritably agape when that was revealed. He was a beast with the sword, and unlike Cardan, he was actually bloodthirsty. He was basically Jude—excellent swordsman, excellent strategist, very manipulative—along with Cardan's strengths: charming, silver-tongued, wry.

I saw reviews complaining that Suren stood out, and Oak did not, and now I can't wrap my head around those reviews. 

If anything, Oak hogged the spotlight for the first half of the story for me, a great deal because he was an excellent combatant against their foes. Suren, despite her sharp teeth, was of little use in combat, but that's not to say I disliked her. I do like her, though I have mild gripes with some of her choices and characterisation. For starters, I don't get why she took Oak hostage at the end. I don't like it; it felt irrational and too emotionally driven. The better revenge would just be to send him home to let him stew, and sit with what he'd done. (In her defense, she definitely was emotional. I just wished there was some logic to excuse what she was doing, like trying to seize control of her court using Oak. But I don't get how keeping him hostage would help her with anything other than causing unnecessary war)

She also embodies a major trope I dislike—the Chosen One vibe. One of my criticisms of the story is how glaringly obvious the 'plot twist' was; I saw it coming the moment they introduced the heart. The "unmaking" was such a glaring hint. And the moment the hag talked about making a body out of snow and sticks and animating it somehow? Come on. 

But I didn't care. Almost everything else was lovely. Oak's cleverness really made me SCREAM, specifically when he stole the bridle and casually continued his conversation with Suren like he wasn't at all up to no good, as if he hadn't just caught her in the act. And how, without even chasing after her, he got her to walk back to him. 

Perhaps a large part of my love for this book is Oak's characterisation. However, I did enjoy the quest storyline, which I know isn't for everyone—but I was having such a blast when they entered the Court of Moths and Suren had to solve those riddles to save the prisoners, followed by Oak's duel and all those machinations surrounding that. The plot only dragged a little when they entered the Stone Forest, which I didn't care for, but once they were inside the Citadel, I was ENGROSSED. 

I did not expect the tongue-ripping, and I can't believe Holly Black had the balls to go through with it. I LOVED it. 

Also Hyacinth's reappearance made me GAPE. I totally forgot about him, and it was so satisfying seeing that piece of the jigsaw puzzle come to place. (Sorry, my thoughts are all over the place right now.)

(Edit: I also want to mention that the flashbacks to their little moments in the past were so fun to read. And that's coming from someone who generally doesn't like flashbacks in books)

Anyway, I saw someone write that the leads are just another universe's Jude and Cardan. I find that yes, Suren does come off as scheming as Jude, but it's clear she isn't as clever because there's loopholes in her control over Lady Nore. And it's true Oak does have mannerisms very similar to Carden, to the point that I had a hard time reconciling him with the little boy in the original series. But his upbringing is so different—he let himself appear like a coddled, spoiled, weak prince, but he was so much stronger and tougher than that. I love Cardan to fucking pieces and he owns my heart, but Oak was what I always thought an enhanced version of Cardan could be. (Still not sure how I feel about the goat legs, though, lmao. Maybe minus points for that.)

Of course, all this remains to be seen. Oak's characterisation can go downhill in the next book, due to be out next year (how am I supposed to wait?), and I'm in equal parts dreading and looking forward to it. Before I conclude this entry, I do want to say it's interesting to see the leads' roles reversed: Cardan—who has powerful magic—and Jude—a consummate swordswoman—compared to Suren, who has the magic, and Oak, who's excellent with the sword. 

I know a lot of people were complaining about the lack of Jude and Cardan in this book, but come on. Oak and Suren captivated me to no end. Still… I think we will almost definitely see Jude next book, when she comes to the Citadel, raging war for Oak. 

If Holly Black hadn't cemented herself as one of my favourite authors of all time before I read Stolen Heir, she has now. This was everything I had hoped for, and more. 

- 25 July 2023

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