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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Time is a funny thing. One moment you look at old pictures of the love you lost to reminisce, and the next moment, the life you knew is long gone.

A heartbeat later eight years are gone, and you are sitting in an airplane leading back to your old life.

You take a deep breath, and exhale sharply, feeling Ketch’s eyes on you.

“Y/N, if only you told me about this earlier. I would’ve asked someone else to come with me. I should’ve known better than to ask you to face the man breaking your heart.” Ketch became our closest friend over the amount of eight years. He’s your son’s godfather and the big brother you never had. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’ve got this, Arthur,” you glance at your laptop to check on the timetable for the meeting with Winchester & Singer Inc. once again. “I’m not the girl he left.”

Arthur sighs deeply but ignores the anxiety clawing at his chest. The last thing he wanted was to force you to face your past. “If you want to stay at the hotel, I can go to the meeting and tell them you got sick.”

“Your designer didn’t get sick. This is my project and won’t stay away from the meeting only because there is a slight possibility that I will run into that man!”

He gives up but worriedly watches you squirm in your seat. You still hate flying but try to put a brave face on. You’re fierce and strong-headed. Only one of the many things he likes about you.

“If you want me to, I’ll break his face after we sealed the deal,” Ketch casually says. “I’m not scared of getting my hands dirty.”

“No,” you grab his hand and squeeze it. “He’s not worth it, Arthur. After all these years I know Dean never felt anything for me. Even his brother tried to contact me years ago. I wasn’t very nice to Sam, but it had to be done.”

A split second can change your life. Dean never believed in fate or karma. But when you step inside the conference room, another man by your side, he’s suddenly a believer.

You take his breath away. Even if you aged, you did it with grace and grew even more beautiful. You carry yourself like no other woman, and he can barely keep himself from pouncing on you.

“Y/N?” Sam is the one rising from his seat first. He does what Dean wants to do. Sam wraps you in a hug, ignoring the man next to you. “It’s really you, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’m good,” you pat his back, unsure how to react to Sam’s friendliness. “I hope you have been good too.”

Sam finally releases you. He apologizes for not greeting Ketch and shakes your boss’s hand. “Welcome, Mr. Ketch. We are glad you are willing to meet up with us.”

“My pleasure,” Ketch curtly replies. He shakes Sam’s hand while you look around the room. Dean’s eyes meet yours, but you act like he’s one of the people in the room you do not know. He’s only someone you used to know now.

“Daddy, daddy," you freeze when a little boy storms into the conference room. For a moment you watch Dean's reaction. His eyes are trained on you as his brother picks the boy up.

“And who is this young man,” your features soften for a moment, and you look at the boy in Sam’s arms. You blink and put a straight face on. Showing weakness is not in your plans. If this gets too intense you can cry in your hotel room, but not in front of Dean. Never in front of him.

"Y/N, this is Samuel, my son," you nod, turning your attention back toward Ketch, and the papers on the conference table.

Dean took the chance and stepped toward you and Ketch. He greeted your boss, and now he’s staring at you, eyes sparkling as you try to ignore his existence.

"Don't you want to greet Sam's son," Dean wonders but you remain stoic. "Y/N?” He questions. You loved kids, and always played with the children of your friends. Now you ignore the cute boy right in front of you. “What’s wrong with you?”

"I'm not into kids, Dean. What shall I do? Faint?" you huff and sit down, claiming the next best seat at the conference table. You unlock your phone and try to ignore Dean is standing right next to you.

"This isn't you, Y/N," you whip your head toward Dean, face still stoic. “Where is the quirky and lovely girl? Where is the girl who wanted kids and love?"

"Well," you slowly get back up to glare at Dean, a cold smile on your lips, "this is me after you." He inhales sharply, taken aback by your words. "Designed by pain, betrayal, and broken trust. Don't you like your creation?"

His jaw goes slack, and he flinches at your words. Dean doesn’t find his voice, and he swallows thickly.

You don’t wait for his reply. Instead of waiting for him to tell you that you are in the wrong, you sit back down and focus on your job. You’re here to sign the deal of the century, not to entertain Dean Winchester.

Dean can’t believe you have changed so much. Yes, eight years have passed, and he didn’t see you since he fucked things up. Still, you are so different from the girl he loved.

You’re not quirky and bubbly any longer. Maybe you told him the truth. Your new you got designed by pain. The pain he caused so many years ago.

“Did you listen,” John hisses at his eldest son. He clears his throat and tries to pull Dean’s attention toward business and away from you. “I know she’s still a hot piece of ass but get your shit together. You can dick down some bitch later.”

You wrinkle your nose. John is not very subtle. He whispered his insults, but you heard every word. Some things never change. John Winchester is still disgusting and sleazy.

“Shall we come to an end then,” Bobby Singer raises his voice. “I think we are all tired of talking about details. We should sign the papers and have a drink.”

You smirk. Bobby Singer owns a special place in your heart. Not only because he was the one getting you the job in London, but for having your back for years.

He covered your traces and made sure no one was able to find you. Not even Sam Winchester who tried anything to get in touch with you.

A single phone call was all it took to make him stop. You told him that you were about to marry and that you never loved his brother.

“Y/N, wait,” Dean puts his hand on your shoulder before you get the chance to follow Ketch out of the conference room. Your boss is engrossed in a conversation with Bobby and doesn’t see your face fall. “Can we at least talk? It’s good to see you.”

“Why?” You swat his hand off your shoulder but turn around to face him. “You didn’t want to talk after you embarrassed me in front of your family. I gave you a choice Dean. I left a note, almost begging you to not let me down.”

“You didn’t leave a note. All I found was the engagement ring!” He gets louder. “After all these years you lie to me?”

“I left a note on the bed and placed the ring on top of the note. You didn’t call or come around. That’s all I needed to know. You wanted your ex, and I had to take care of…whatever.” You shrug and turn back around. “Who cares about the past? You had your reasons for not trying to fix things between us.”

“There was no note,” Dean says, a little confused about your behavior. “I swear there was no note. You must remember wrong.”

“I remember every single word I wrote, with tears in my eyes and trembling fingers,” you bitterly reply. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t you think?”

And just like that, you grab your bag and leave the room. Dean watches you leave, just like that night.

“She didn’t leave a note,” he crosses his arms over his chest. Dean tries to recall that night. He remembers brushing Lisa’s advances off. He walked upstairs to apologize, and for make-up sex, only to find the room empty. “There was no note.” He shakes his head, remembering that the ring was lying on the bed, but no note.

“What’s wrong? Why did you let her go again?” Sam asks. “Dean?” He places his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Y/N said she left a note, but there was none, Sammy. I swear there was no note, only the ring,” Dean shakes his head. “I don’t know why she’s lying.”

“What if she doesn’t lie, Dean,” Sam wonders. “Why should she lie about leaving a note? It’s been eight years, and she won’t get anything out of it if she lies.”

“You’re right.”

“So, who had the chance to sneak inside your shared room? Why would anyone take the note and leave the ring on the bed?” Sam wrinkles his forehead. “Let’s recall that night, Dean. What do you remember? Who went upstairs before you? Did you see anyone?”

Dean huffs. ”Mom went upstairs because Dad spilled his drink over her dress. I can’t remember seeing anyone else walking upstairs. I wasn’t sober that night, though.”

“Mother went upstairs,” Sam frowns deeply. He knows that Mary invited Lisa to the party. “That makes sense.”

“What?” Dean grunts. “Nothing makes sense anymore, Sammy. What was right is wrong and…” He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s been eight years.”

“I didn’t take you for a quitter,” Sam taunts. “Why did you never marry, or have a relationship lasting longer than a week since Y/N is gone? You have been waiting for her all those years, and now you want to let her slip through your fingers again?”

“No…but…no…” Dean sighs deeply. “Y/N hates me, and I can’t blame her for it, Sammy.”

“Well then, let’s talk to mother. She has a lot to explain...”

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#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #business au #Designed by pain (2)

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why-what-no · 1 year

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I’m All Yours

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, reader is a bit of a badass

Notes: Once again, British people feel free to bully me if I’ve written British-people-speak badly, I’m always ready to improve. Requests open for Lockwood and co

Summary: Lockwood had been trying to recruit a fellow agent for ages, despite the fact that she claims to work alone. But when she gets hurt on a mission and asks for his help, she finally find out just how much he wants her to join Lockwood and co

Honestly, if (Y/N) didn't know better, she'd say that Anthony Lockwood was obsessed with her.

The two of them were both ghost hunters, some of the best at what they do. But while Lockwood had his little team, (Y/N) felt a lot more comfortable working by herself. Once upon a time, she had a partner. But the thing about agents is that they had a habit of dying.

So now she did her own thing.

Lockwood didn’t get the hint, however. They bumped into each other plenty of times, crossing paths during missions and sharing info when needed. (Y/N) liked him, she could definitely see how he inspired such loyalty in his coworkers.

And now, every time they see each other, the posh boy tried to get her to join Lockwood and co. Honestly it was a bit funny to (Y/N), teasing Lockwood about seeming desperate.

She liked him, and his team. They were always kind to her and clearly talented. But she wasn’t willing to put in the effort to care about a group who had a habit of throwing themselves into danger.

Lockwood was clever and handsome, but (Y/N) were well aware that boys like him, posh boys with charming grins and silver tongues... they were more dangerous that any of the ghosts she faced. He’d make her as attached to him as his team was, and she was well aware of his messy relationship with his own mortality… and his difficulty (or inability) sharing his personal thoughts and feelings.

At least, that was what she told herself. Until…

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35 Portland Row’s landline was ringing. It was late at night, a time when ghosts owned the streets.

Usually Lockwood and co were doing a mission at that time. But tonight was a calm night. At least for them.

Anthony Lockwood picked up the phone. “Lockwood and co, how can I help you?” He said in his best professional, costumer service voice.

"Hello, Lockwood, my love. How are you?" (Y/N)’s voice came through the phone, and he immediately relaxed. Leaning against the counter, he smiled at the sound of her voice.

"I'm doing well (Y/N). Always a joy to hear your voice. How are you? What can I do for you?"

"Umm, so, funny story... I’m doing a mission right now and I had a little bit of an accident.” His smile immediately dropped. “Ghost was stronger than I thought. My arm is most likely broken and I'd quite appreciate some help if you're free." She told him the address, then paused. The silence made him more nervous that her words, he knew how much she hated asking for help. It must be serious for her to call him like that. "Okay, so... ghost is back. If you could come quickly, that would be appreciated."

She hung up.

Lockwood had never gotten his team and equipment together so fast in his life.

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When they got to the house that (Y/N) was allegedly in, they immediately tracked her location from the noises coming from the top floor.

“Fucking hell! You cunt!” (Y/N)’s voice rang out, followed by a crash. Of course she would try to fight a ghost verbally when she couldn’t fight it physically

Lockwood and co sprung into action, going after the ghost and searching for the source. Lockwood’s first priority was (Y/N), finding her turning her sweater into a makeshift sling for her arm.

“Are you alright?” He rushed out, checking her over for bleeding.

“Yeah, I…” She began to speak before she noticed something behind them. “Looks out!” She shoved him to the side, grabbing her sword from the ground and swinging it at the ghost that had just appeared.

Lockwood gathered himself, quickly finding the source and covering it. The ghost had been dealt with.

(Y/N) sighed in exhaustion once he did, collapsing against the wall. “Cheers, Lockwood. I owe you.”

"You manage to save me from getting ghost touched.” He replied, chuckling as he willed his heart to return to it’s normal speed . “With a broken arm... while I was trying to save you."

"I'm just that good, Lockwood…. Huh, good, Lockwood. That rhymes."

(Y/N) walked off, going to find the rest of Lockwood’s team. He just shook his head, amused. He never had any idea where (Y/N) mind was. No matter how many times he found her, she kept disappearing on him. It drove him crazy.

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In that case, however, (Y/N) ended up following them back to 35 Portland Row. Letting Lucy put a proper bandage on her as George and Lockwood locked the source away in the basement.

“You know, it’s never boring working with you lot.” She said to the other girl. “Very fun.”

Lucy chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”

“Touché.”

(Y/N) flinched as Lucy pressed a little too hard. She moved away, immediately apologetic. “Sorry.” She paused. “You are right, though, it is fun. It would be nice to work together more. Lockwood can have his dream of being the best agents in the company, and I could finally have another girl around.”

(Y/N) chuckled, although she couldn’t hide a smile at Lucy’s words. It felt nice to be appreciated. “Maybe you’re right.” Was her response. “Although you certainly sound like Lockwood right now.”

Lucy gave her an expression of fake offence. “The horror.” She said, causing the girls to dissolve into laughter.

Lockwood joined her and Lucy in the sitting room as soon as he was done in the basement. The other girl made an excuse to leave, meaning that (Y/N) and Lockwood were alone together.

She sighed, speaking first. "I know what you're gonna ask, and at this point..."

"At this point you want to know why I still bother?"

Normally she didn’t like to be interrupted. But he was right. She nodded

“You scared me today (Y/N).” Lockwood admitted, sitting down so that he was facing her. “I got that call and I was worried that I'd be attending your funeral this time tomorrow."

That thought had been floating around in her head the last few hours. However, she has too much faith in her own abilities. “That wouldn’t happen."

Lockwood didn’t have nearly the same amount of blind faith in her abilities. He knew she wasn’t immortal. He knew what happened to most agents. "It would. And because we don't work together, I wouldn't even know you were gone until it hit the news. It's not like we have any mutual friends who would tell me. I'd open the newspaper one morning and find out that I'd never hear one of your sarcastic little comments again."

It took (Y/N) a moment to figure out a response for that. Lockwood’s voice had cracked when he said those words, clearly hating the idea. Honestly, she hated that idea too. She had told herself not to get attached, but it might have been too late for that.

But she didn’t want Lockwood to know that. "Yeah, that sounds tragic." Was all she said. Hating her words as soon as she said them.

But Lockwood continued, reaching out to take her hands. "So please stay. If you really need to, you can do some missions solo as a member of the agency. I just want to make sure you come through this house every day. Just think about it, alright?”

It was tempting, so tempting. Part of her wanted to agree just to make him happy.

She didn’t respond, and he just chuckled at her stubbornness. “ In the meanwhile we should probably get you checked out at a DEPRAC hospital, make sure the bone is set properly." He told her, soft concern in his eyes.

The concern nearly made her shiver, and she immediately put her cool facade back on.

"Taking me to the hospital, huh?” Her tone turned flirty. “You know, Lockwood, if you wanted to ask me on a date, you could just say so."

"He paused, and then after a moment, he chuckled. "Alright then. Would you want to go on a date with me?" There was an almost nervous look in his eyes as he waited for her response."

That was unexpected.

"Are you being serious?"

"What? Have I been better at hiding my feelings for you than I thought I had?” Lockwood was full on grinning, at her shock. “Lucy and George have been teasing me about fancying you for ages."

"Is that why you've kept trying to recruit me?" She was trying to make sense of his words. Was he really just as interested in her as she was with him.

"I've been trying to recruit you because you're amazing at what you do, and because it's suicidal to work alone.” He corrected her, not wanting her to double her abilities. “However, enjoying your presence to the extent that I do was certainly a bonus."

"Wow, so charming. I bet that you say this to all your recruits. Did Carlyle and Karim get this same heartfelt confession?"

"No, just you. You're just special."

(Y/N) sighed, leaning back. Her gaze was pinned on Lockwood with the aim of making him nervous.

"If I say yes, to both joining you and going out with you, there will be no backtracking. You hear me? I want honesty and trust from you, I won't be chasing after some boy who is too scared to open up to me or treat me as an equal. I have better things to do."

She needed him to agree to that. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand any behaviour like that. If she was meant to depend on him, she had to know he would give her the same regard.

Part of (Y/N) expected him to avoid her words. But to her surprise (underestimating just how much he wanted her with him), he nodded. "Why would you even think of chasing after me? I've spent so much time chasing after you that it's practically my natural state at this point." His sentence ended with that charming grin, the one that made her feel like Eve in the garden.

She tried to stay firm, to fight against that grin he gave her. But the idea of living under the same roof as his and his friends, befriending them herself... Of eventually being able to go on that date with the mysterious and charming Lockwood boy... it overrode her desire to need nobody but herself.

"Alright then, darling.” She threw her hands up in defeat, but there was a wide smile on her face. A twinkle in her eyes. “I'm all yours."

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thedilfoccult · 3 months

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WHEN THE CAMERA CUTS // CILLIAN MURPHY X READER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x actress reader

Summary: A successful academy award actress is bound to be professional during intimate scenes, especially with someone equally as talented as Cillian Murphy. The recently divorced actor has yet to be touched by another woman since his separation and it just so happens that the role he picked up in the latest romantic comedy has a steamy shower scene that lets his desires towards the actress run wild. Physically reacting to her touch and nudity while the camera rolls can only lead to raw passion once the camera cuts.

Warnings: Age gap, smut, nothing too extreme a little vanilla tbh, butt stuff, mirror sex, vaping / alcohol drinking, dry humping, shower play, Oral, not too much personality from Y/N in this its focused on his pleasure

Notes: this is obviously pure fantasy he isn’t a divorced man but a girl can dream. This one is actually my bed time story I play in my head to help me sleep so might as well write it out. I’m obsessed with this man and his new GQ shoot, those pics are going straight to the wank bank. He’s actually quite nice in this one I made it maybe a little romantic instead of mean, creepy sex like my last two I’ve written so I’m sorry if it’s a little boring. I actually hate my job so much I just want money so bad I’m willing to endure everything to get it but I also feel like the people there don’t like me too much because I’m new. I very high key want to be an actress and aim to get to New York by the end of this year so please pray for me, I just want to make it in life :(. ENJOY! Purr x

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Of course Y/N had done intimate scenes before in her last few films, kissing attractive actors and rubbing up all against them was barely something she could complain about. This time around she was a little nervous, never actually exposing any nudity in front of cameras or the men she’d work with. Not to mention this time she’d be baring it all to the hottest man she’d ever seen, Cillian Murphy. Those piercing blue eyes stabbed right through her, sending chills and bumps across her skin every time he’d look into her. It had all been professional, even striking up a near friendship with the older actor. Sometimes, she almost felt embarrassed to be in his presence. Someone who was so talented, powerful and experienced had no right to be standing next to the trying to make it, short resume actress. Not to mention be kissing her and staring at her bare tits as they trickled in freezing cold shower water. The film was based on roommates who eventually fall in love and fuck but the fucking was the last scene to be filmed. So here she sat, preparing for the final scene to wrap up the movie.

“Are you nervous?” The makeup artist questioned as she dabbed the liquid foundation over the crown of her forehead down to the tips of her jaw.

“A little, I’ve never shown my body on screen before” Y/N eyes stared as the closeness of the artist was mare inches away, feeling her hot breath as she focused on covering the slight blemish perked on her cheek.

“I get that, but I mean with you know… Cillian and all” The makeup artist stood up and sighed as her fingers raised Y/N’s chin to get a better look at her final result.

“You could say that again. It’s threatening but I know it’s professional.” Y/N turned her head to check herself in the mirror.

“I hear you, you’re better than me though. I’d be squirming knowing I was about to twirl tongues with him” They both giggled. “Well… my work here is done. You look fabulous. Just remember, he’s probably seen a million pair of boobs in his life time, on and off screen. You’ve got this.” With a pat on the shoulder, the lady walked out the caravan and left Y/N alone with her reflection.

The last piece of advice didn’t help of course, for some reason Y/N wanted to be the most attractive girl he’d do an on scene with. She secretly hoped he’d be attracted to her bare body, her perked tits staring right at him. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him in a sexual way before, who could blame her? A gorgeous Irish man with a deep voice that played with her ears and cheekbones that bounced light off like glass. Pouring herself a shot of tequila for liquid courage, in one gulp the sting of the liquid shot down the back of her throat, wincing at the cheap taste.

With a final twirl in the mirror, the best she could give herself was a ‘you’ve got this’.

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“Action!” The director stood out of sight behind large, obnoxious cameras that hid the rest of the small crew allowed to be on set. Y/N faced the shower head and felt the freezing water seduce her skin. The cooling effect of the water made her nipples erect and obvious, begging to be stared at. In some ways she was grateful for the freezing cold, feeling the internal burn of arousal and embarrassment of what was about to be filmed and shared for the world to see.

The water continued to fall gracefully over her, coating her hair in a slick wet as her hands rubbed from her cheeks up to her forehead and down the the tips of her hair. Standing in nothing but a nude colour thong, all that was left to do was wait for his arrival onto the scene.

Seconds later, a large pair of hands snaked round her waist, resulting in the faked shocked reaction that formed on her face.

“Jesus Neil! How did you get in here?” Covering her breasts for a sense of security, she snapped around to face Cillian, who was staring down at her with an expression she’d never seen in his eyes before.

“I thought I’d join you, I’ve waited so long to touch you, you know? I know how you feel about me… the way you stare. C’mon- let me see you” With that, he removed her hands from her chest, the moment she’d been dreading, exposing herself fully to the man in front of her. Her nipples pointed right at him, his eyes falling and meeting them in acceptance. A twinge of smirk lured in his eyes as he brought them back up to hers. “Fuck, you’re perfect” He said still keeping centimetres apart.

A silence filled the shower as the water drops slammed against the marble floor, the lines leaving her memory as she stared up at the actor she so desperately wished he meant the words he was saying.

“Touch me, Neil. Touch me hard.” Her voice laced with anticipation and persuasion.

In a split second his lips crashed against hers, pushing them both under the shower head. Her back strongly pinned against the wall as the water now fell over his head and covered him in wetness. His hand held her steady in a hungry fashion kneading against her waist, his other wrapped around her cheek as their tongues fought in circles. A gasp left Y/N’s lips from the sudden dominance he had applied onto her, returning her a low groan from his own.

The smacking sounds had now overpowered the water drops, false moans of pleasure leaving each others lips. His hips bucked towards her stomach and she felt a sudden hardness twitch against her navel.

‘Oh my god. Is that what I think it is?’ She thought. Her suspicion correct when another pulse bounced off her stomach. He has a boner. Taken aback by his arousal, she panted heavier against his lips as the kiss became more intense and real. Wavering off script, his hand fell from her face to her left boob, gripping and pulling at her. An uncontrollable moan had mustered at the sudden contact, not expecting him to get so physical with the cameras rolling. Pressing his erection harder into her, he pulled back his face to look her dead in the eye.

“Oh baby, I’ve wanted you for so long” The words he spoke almost fell off as a whine, a plea or a beg to be set free to unleash his desires.

“Take me Neil, I’m all yours” He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, almost slipping as the swiftness of her forced movements moved her faster than she could comprehend. Her face had landed on the wall and a quiet whimper had left her, slightly spinning to look at him through the corner of her eye.

She watched as his gaze dropped from hers to her lower back to her ass, moving his thumbs into the dips in her lower back.

“Mmm, just how I want you” Her eyes continued to fall as they landed on his crotch, now soaked in his material of the thin nude boxer he was wearing. The water had suffocated his cock, outlining so obviously each vein that was pulsing for her. It looked as if it was in prisoned, twitching to be set free. The size of him made her eyes widen as he wasn’t a large man yet he hung his masculinity so strikingly. As the cameras couldn’t see below waist level, he pretended to enter himself into her, dry humping against her ass and much too evidently purposely making her feel his arousal. A series of moans and whimpers left the pair and he continued to hump her through the thin material that separated them both. With each grab and slam, she could feel his cock pulsing against her, him even leaving himself attached to her as he continued to pretend fuck her. His head swung back as his face curled in dissatisfaction, getting angrier and angrier with each hump. Arousal and stickiness had also began to form in her slit, feeling herself wanting to feel him fill her up.

“Just like that, fuck you feel so good” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her torso up to him, snaking his other hand around her tit again. Kneading and pulling her at breast his hips never detached hers, pressing both of them against the shower wall now and humping harder and harder. Of course in this moment, her line was too agree how good he felt too but the intensity of what was happening had her mind blank in shock and anticipation. The wet slapping noises became louder as he began to reach his fake climax, pretending to pour himself into her as he slowed his pace and panted heavily. He lent over her shoulder and mustered a low, loud groan that swirled through her ear, bringing himself to a fake orgasm.

Still feeling his hardness pressed against the in between of her cheeks, she couldn’t help but feel flustered at the actions that had just taken place. Both of them didn’t move but stayed attached to one another as their eyes matched and a smirk plastered his expression, pulling back and looking at himself still pressed against her. There was a thin line between whether or not the pants leaving their chests were real or not, but something told Y/N that line was crossed before the scene even started.

“Cut! That was beautiful. Break in ten!”

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Later that evening in her trailer, a half drank bottle of red wine laid on her dresser and had her vape in her hand. Loosely covered in her silk robe that hid lacy matching black underwear underneath, she sprawled along the blue velvet couch in the corner of the car. Swiping on her phone on social media platforms and hitting puffs every so often was her ideal way to wind down after a long day of shooting, especially today after the shower scene. What had actually happened was incomprehensible, they hadn’t even spoken since. She was unsure of the nature of his erection as he was such an incredible actor she couldn’t believe his moans of pleasure were real, as much as she wanted to. The events repeated more and more as the bottle emptied itself. Her trail of thoughts were interrupted as a slight knock on the trailer door echoed through the walls. Standing up and lacing up her robe tighter, small steps were made to open the door.

There he stood, hands in front of himself looking sheepish yet mischievous.

“Hi… can I come in?” His Irish accent was thick and low, stern and blunt.

“I-yeah-sure.” She stood to the side and widened the door, each of them watching themselves as he walked past her and stopped in the middle of the trailer.

“Ha, wine huh? Again?” He chuckled at his observation.

“Yeah… helps me wind down I guess.” She stood awkwardly as she grabbed one arm, the room thick with tension that crushed the chest and made it hard to breath.

His gaze fell to her hand and he pointed at the colourful tube she held. “You need to stop smoking that thing, it’s so bad for you”

“We all die anyways, helps with stress too” Her eyes glued on the ground unsure where to look.

“Ah” He swayed back and fourth on his feet.

The silence could’ve been cut with a knife, each not knowing what to do or say.

“So… is there anything I could help you with?” He sighed at her question and made his way to her sofa, placing himself down and spreading his legs in classic male fashion, his fingers running through the mess his hair had become after a long day of work.

“I know you felt it today… felt me- I mean.” Y/N lent against the dresser and watched him as he spoke.

“Yeah I-“ She began but was interrupted “are you uncomfortable?” His question catching her off guard.

“Um, no? I guess I just didn’t expect it. Were you… uncomfortable?” He huffed.

“Clearly not. I felt you too you know. Not the fecking, freezing water but warm… you know. On me.” His neck slowly turned towards her. The silence felt like hours, neither knowing how to break it.

“Come here- sit on my lap” Y/N made her way slowly over to him and straddled over his crotch, their faces inches apart and chests breathing so heavily it filled the room. He lifted the back of his palm and grazed her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.

“I’m too old for you, honey” His eyes never leaving hers. The weight of her on top of him already began to turn him on, feeling a cold rush leave his body to his cock.

“I don’t think so Cillian.” She blushed at the nickname he gave her, nuzzling her face into his palm.

“You don’t? You wouldn’t mind an old cock fucking you?” His voice soft and serious for the words he spoke. As the words left his lips, she felt a pulse in her clit and a warmth grow in her core.

“Not if it was yours” He chuckled. With that he latched his lips softly onto hers, pressing them onto her and in synch slotting his tongue around hers. The kiss was steamy and growing passionate, her hips circling his crotch to feel his erection hardening beneath her. A moan fell into her mouth from his and his fingers gripped desperately at her hips, pushing her down harder as she grind on him. The fabric of his jeans was a texture that rubbed on her opening, wincing at the hardness mixed with pleasure. Her hips circulated faster and faster as he began to hold her in place while bucking up into her, pressing himself to his satisfaction to feel her. He detached his lips and stared at her face, lips now puffy from suction and eyes watery with desire.

“You feel what you do to me?” He pressed her down further onto him. “You make me so hard- I- I can’t take it anymore” His head dropped back as he groaned, still latching his fingers deep into the flesh of her sides. Her fingers snaked to his zip, eagerly eyeing his manhood as she unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips and hooked his pants down to his thighs, revealing the tent in his boxers pointed directly at her.

“Let me see you” His hands raised to the tie of her robe, undoing the half-assed knot and slowly dropped the silk from her shoulders, watching as the material fell from her body. His mouth fell open agape at the lingerie she wore under, his cock beginning to throb at the sight in front of him. He threw the robe to the side of the sofa and grabbed her tits in hunger.

“God, so beautiful” His lips locked onto her neck, sucking and darting with his tongue to leave marks of territory upon her body. She pulled away and fell to her knees in front of him sitting on the sofa, ripping away at his jeans that now laid next to her on the floor. Grabbing his erection in her hand through his boxers, she placed wet kisses on his clothed part he left out a sigh. Reaching under the seam by his hips, his cock popped out onto her hand and she slowly began to stroke him. Spitting into her palm for more lubrication, she felt his tip ooze with precum.

“Fuck… Y/N” His eyes stared into hers at the slight touch he was receiving. Taking his tip in her mouth she flattened her tongue underneath the underside of his cock, earning a wince from him. Taking more and more of his shaft in with each suck she found he was too big to take all in, using her hands to pump at the base she couldn’t reach. Flicking her wrist in small circles and sucking hard at his tip almost sent him over the edge, his hips twitching up at his pleasure.

“Just like that, such a good girl” His cock was so hard it felt like wood in her hands, hollowing out her cheeks and filling the room with sucking sounds and moans from him hitting the back of her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her even further down, tears swelling in her eyes and her mascara running. She felt his orgasm forming as he began to twitch in her mouth as his breathing became irregularly heavy. Her own arousal had now coated the entirety of her slit and had smeared to the sides of her thighs, clenching them together for a short moment of release. Grabbing her head up and his tip making a loud pop as it left her mouth, she sat with her hands on his thighs and saliva spread across the sides of her mouth, grinning in satisfaction from the dazed look on his face.

“Such a pretty girl for me, stand up” He guided her to the dresser and bent her over slowly onto the desk, her watching his every move in the mirror in front of them. She watched as his eyes and hands trailed from her neck down her back and dug into her sides. With one swift aggressive movement he hooked his fingers into her lacy underwear, pulling them down and letting them pool at her feet.

“M’gonna fuck you good. So good…” His eyes left her ass and met hers in the mirror “Do you want that Y/N? Hm?”

“I do Cillian, please fuck me! Fuck me hard” With that said he left a quick sharp slap on her ass that left a sting.

“How hard?” Another slap repeating the pain over the first strike.

“So hard… please Cillian I can’t wait any longer” Her knees becoming weak from desperation.

“Mm… good girl.�� He placed his tip at her entrance and slapped it a few times on her swollen clit, a wince leaving her lips from sensitivity. He traced her slit with himself and groaned at the feeling. “So wet for me” A few more slides up and down her entrance and he slowly held himself in, pushing slowly to feel the stretch of her walls clenching around him.

“Oh god-oh fuck Y/N” His head swung back in pleasure, barely halfway into her. Y/N’s legs began to shake and give in to the feeling of his size, feeling herself accommodate him roughly as she was soaking but he was too big to fit. Pausing halfway to look down at his cock in her pussy, he slammed his hips into hers and filled her up completely. Y/N screamed in pain and pleasure at the sharp pressure that filled her core, a heat building up inside her and swallowing him.

“Fuck- you’re so big” Y/N moaned, gripping onto her glass dresser. Cillian looked up and stared at her face in the mirror.

“Look at me baby… look at me” Y/N opened her squeezed eyes through the harsh pace he was slamming into her and saw herself being fucked useless in the mirror. A second wave of arousal followed suit as she creamed a ring around his cock at the sight of them.

“You like watching me fuck you huh? You like the way you look when I control you hm?” His words became puffed out as the oxygen started to leave his brain. He placed his thumb of the outside of her anus and plunged his nail in, filling himself into all her holes at once. He groaned at the tightness that surrounded his finger.

“Oh fuck! Cillian- I-I love it” The foreign feeling of his thumb sent shockwaves through her system, her hips roughly slamming against the edge of her dresser in a way that would sure leave bruises the next day. Yet again, he intertwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her up to get her close to him, his other hand latching onto the skin on her neck and grabbing her harshly. He pumped shorter but faster strokes into her pussy and felt a knot forming in the base of his core.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum” His voice exasperated from pleasure. His actions became weaker and sloppier as his cock twitched aggressively into her, ropes of thick white cum coating her walls. She clenched around him as he filled her up, his strokes slower and weaker as he felt his balls empty into her.

He lent her back down onto the dresser and laid on top of her, their sweat sticking them together and their gasps for air filling the room. Pulling his hips back, he stood up and dragged her sides, standing her up against the dresser and turning her around. Pushing her hair back behind her ear once again, he grabbed her cheek and planted a wet kiss onto her lips.

The press tour would be a million times more interesting now.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian smut #jonathan crane #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #smut #oppenheimer #neil lewis

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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*slides $800 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!tech and Dom!femreader in the back?

Experimentation

Summary: When Tech comes to you with a request, you can’t help but try to give him what he wants.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader - established relationship

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: Spicy/Smutty (though there's no penetration of any kind)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *shamefully slides $400 of monopoly money back* Tech fought me tooth and nail on this one, so I couldn't write the actual smut. I don't know why. He was so nice for me the other week. I'm sorry.

You release a happy noise as you spin around your studio, moving in time with the music. It’s be so long since you’ve had time for the more sensual movements of pole dancing, and you’d never perform it in public (too many people associate this type of dancing with sex) but, right now, it’s just you and Tech, and you’re pretty sure that your clever boyfriend is more focused on his datapad than you anyway.

You tilt your head to check on Tech, and, much to your surprise, his gaze is locked on you, he has a small smile playing on his lips, and his expression is…odd. Not one that you’re used to seeing on his face.

Carefully you lower yourself from the pole you had him set up earlier, and you cross the room to his side, where you carefully crouch by his side. Carefully because you’re wearing six inch heels and you really don’t want to fall.

“Tech~”

“Cyare~” He teases lightly, his small smile growing.

You reach out and lightly set your hand on his cheek, “What’s this look for?”

“What look?”

“You have a look.”

“I am not looking at you in any unusual way.” Tech counters.

“I know your looks, Tech. And this is a new one.”

“This is how I always look at you.”

You hum thoughtfully and settle yourself on the floor next to him, “Let’s see…there’s admiration, that’s a familiar look. You usually have it when you see me dancing. But there’s something else there too…”

He pauses, “I suppose there is something I want to ask-”

“Sweet! Lay it on me.” You say eagerly as you inch closer to him.

Tech shoots you a fond look, and you beam at him in return, “I have been doing some research,” He begins, “Specifically on the various types of kinks that exist.”

“Oh boy. That’s a very…broad research topic.” You say wryly.

“Indeed it is. There were some, a lot, that I would never be comfortable trying with you. But there was something that caught my attention.” Tech admits.

“Oh? Which one?”

“It’s the dominant and submissive-”

You blink at him, “You want to try domming me in bed?” And then you shrug, “I don’t have a problem with that, we just need to sit down and talk about our hard limits-”

It’s Tech’s turn to blink at you, “Actually, I was hoping it would be the other way around.”

“You want me to dom you.” You clarify.

“That is correct. If you are willing.”

You’re quiet for a moment, scanning his face thoughtfully, “Before I answer this one way or the other, may I ask you some questions?”

“Of course.”

“Alright.” You pause to gather your thoughts, “You never indicated that you were unhappy with our sex life,” You say slowly, “So I suppose I’m curious as to where this came from.”

Tech leans back against the wall, “That is a fair question,” He admits, “I am happy with our sex life. Very much so. But…” His lips twist as he thinks, and you wait for him to gather his thoughts, “You are stunning, and I know that you have had previous partners. Partners who were more experienced than me. Partners who were more adventurous than me.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Not that you had previous partners.” Tech hastens to reassure, “You chose me. But I am concerned that I might be a bit too boring-”

“I’ve never thought that.” You reply, “You don’t have to do anything to try and impress me or…or whatever.”

“I know. But I had the idea and I really do want to try it. But only if you want.”

“I’m not unwilling,” You say slowly, “I’m just concerned. You are so particular about having control in all situations, are you sure you want to try this? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He’s quiet for a long time, and you’re grateful that he seems to be considering your concerns seriously. “I trust you.” He finally says, “And it is as simple as that.”

“Alright then,” You reply slowly, “If you’re sure, then yes. I’m willing. But,” You hold up a single finger, “Before we do this, we need to talk about basically everything. What you’re willing to do, what you’re willing to try, and what you’re absolutely not willing to try. Not to mention safe words and everything that I am willing to do or try with you.” You pause when you see the look on Tech’s face, “What?”

“This is why I am sure that I want to try this with you.” He replies quietly.

Your face heats, “Yes. Well. Communication is an important factor in relationships, especially when trying something new-”

“There is one more thing.” Tech says as he pulls up his datapad, “Can we buy this for you to wear?” He turns the screen towards you, and you sigh when you see the lingerie on the screen.

“Really? Lace?”

“Please?”

“...fine. But only because I love you.”

It takes a little more than a week for you to be sure that both you and Tech are on the same page, and for the lingerie to arrive. But finally, it arrives, and you carefully set up your bedroom so that Tech will be comfortable.

New sheets and more pillows than you’ve ever owned in your life are all piled artistically on your bed, forming a nice comfy nest for Tech. The last thing you want is for him to be uncomfortable.

You fold your arms across your chest and look across your bedroom critically. Decorated with gauzy cloth, the room has an almost dreamlike quality, which is more for your own comfort than Tech’s honestly, but you do hope that he likes it.

There’s the sound of the front door opening, and then surprisingly light footsteps through the house. You turn to the bedroom door as it slides open, and you greet Tech with a warm smile.

He pauses in the doorway, his eyes immediately snapping to you, and the thin, lacey material you’re wearing. “I knew that you would look amazing in that.”

You beam at him, “Thank you. You have good taste.” You strike a pose, and then run your hands over some of the lace, “I was a bit hesitant, at first, lace is normally so itchy. But this isn’t bad.” You cross over to him, and lightly take his hand, tugging him into the room, “Well, what do you think?”

Finally, he tears his gaze away from you and looks around the room. “It looks like you wanted to make sure that I am comfortable.” He finally says.

“Well, yes. I wanted to make sure that my room is as far removed from the stark white of a hospital,” You reply, “And painting is expensive, and can’t be changed easily, but cloth-” You trail off, “Do you like it?”

“I think it is perfect.”

You grin at him and stand on your toes to press your lips against his, “And you’re sure you want to try this?” You ask, one more time.

“At this point, cyare, you are just teasing me.” Tech replies against your lips.

A laugh bubbles from your throat, “Okay, okay. Sorry.” You smooth your hands across his chest, “You look very nice, Tech, but it’s time for these to come off.”

Tech chuckles and carefully extracts himself from your grasp to tug his clothes off. He tosses them in the laundry basket, for you to deal with later, and you favor him with an adoring smile.

Always so conscientious, your Tech.

He turns his expectant gaze towards you, and you blink at him, before remembering the plan. “Oh, right. You can get on the bed. Let me know if there are too many pillows.”

He laughs softly, but does as you request, “I am fairly sure you’re meant to be giving orders, cyare.”

“Do I look like the kind of person who’s capable of giving orders, Tech?” You ask with an amused grin as you circle the bed to grab a basket of scarves off the floor. They are for dancing, technically, but you’re pretty sure Tech won’t mind being tied up by them.

He props himself up on the pillows, “Yes.” He replies honestly, flicking his gaze towards the scarves you’re pulling out and arching a single brow.

You don’t answer his questioning gaze, “Arms over your head, please.”

“Why?”

A laugh falls from your lips, “You are not good at this whole following orders thing, are you?”

“Apologies.”

“It’s fine. I’m planning on tying you up.”

He considers you for a moment, and then moves his arms over his head. Tech watches you climb onto the bed and you can feel his gaze on you even as you focus on tying his hands to the headboard in such a way that he could free himself if he wanted to.

You squeak in surprise when you feel his lips on your collar, and you look down at him, “Tech!”

“You are far too tempting. I can not help myself.”

Your lips twitch into a mischievous grin, “Well, you have to.”

He tilts his head, a curious expression crossing his face.

“You don’t get to touch unless I say so.”

“That is unfair.” Tech replies, coming pretty close to pouting at you.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. It is just unfair.”

You pull back and stare at him, amusement dancing across your face, “I had no idea you were a brat, Tech.”

He just grins at you slyly, “It is another thing that I read about.”

“How about we crawl before we sprint, hm?”

He rolls his eyes, and you smother your laughter, “I suppose, if you insist.”

Slowly you drag your fingers down his chest, keeping your touch light and teasing, “I do insist.” His muscles jump under your fingers, and you feel a surge of elation that he’s actually letting you take control like this.

Sure, he said he was okay with it, but there was always a chance he would change his mind when he was actually in this situation.

“Cyare, stop teasing me,” Tech says with an almost petulant pout.

You release a huff of air and trail your fingers to rest lightly at the base of his throat, “Be still, Tech.” It’s the first real order you’ve given him since he arrived, and Tech immediately stops squirming, his pupils blown wide with desire.

You slowly remove your fingers from the base of his throat, a pleased hum falling from your lips, “I think I’m going to ride you.” You say lightly, conversationally, and you aren’t allowed to touch me until I’m done.”

Tech groans out a noise that might have been a word, though it’s not in any language you know.

“Is this agreeable for you, darling?” You purr out.

Tech utters a quiet curse, and you laugh softly as you press your body against his and lightly nibble your way up his neck, pulling another curse from his lips.

“Tech,” You coo, “You have such a clever tongue, surely you can use your words?”

He blinks at you, wide eyed, seemingly tongue tied.

You giggle, and trail your lips to the spot under his ear that never fails to leave him speechless, “Let’s play a game, darling. The more vocal you are, the more I’ll touch you.”

“I can do that-” He says through a moan.

“Hm…but there’s a caveat, sweetheart.” You nibble just under his ear, and his hips jerk up, “If you stop talking to me, then I stop touching you, and you’ll just have to watch me get off. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“You are awful,” But there’s a glimmer of excitement in his face, “I am going to win.”

“Oh, Tech,” You say with a small smile, before you lean in and kiss him, “I’m going to ruin you.” You coo against his lips.

“Please.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb tech x reader #tech x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Letters to My Love // Part VII

Auld Lang Syne

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: We’ve finally made it to 1943! Can you believe it will soon be a whole year since the night Bobby and Peach met?

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story.

To ring in the new year in the story, the title of this chapter is based on the holiday classic, Auld Lang Syne. To get in the spirit, check out this 1939 instrumental version by Guy Lombardo!

Dedication: As always, this story is dedicated to my dear friend, @luminousnotmatter. Clara, thank you, thank you, thank you for your support of this story!

Warnings: Alternating POV, talk of the holidays, brief allusions to the trauma of war, references to rationing, and a ton of fluff.

January 12, 1943

Dear Peach,

Happy New Year! I know we’re only 12 days in at this point, but I hope that 1943 is already shaping up to be a good year for you. Hopefully it will be a good year for all of us. And I look forward to hearing all about your Christmas back home in Georgia!

Now to address that “elephant in the room” as you called it—well, Peach, I see no elephants, but I do see what has to be the most beautiful and elegant photograph I’ve ever had the good fortune to lay these sorry eyes on. Are you sure you really meant to send it to me and not to MGM? You could be a movie star! I wouldn’t be surprised at all if it was announced that their next big picture was starring The Sweet Peach from Georgia. Hey, maybe that could even be the name of the movie. What do you think?

Peach, I hope you know that I’m not teasing and I’m not kidding. And I hope my saying so doesn’t come across as forward, but you really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, whether in the movies or in real life. Part of me was starting to wonder if maybe I’d dreamed it all up, that night we had together in Charleston. Could any girl really be that beautiful and kind and funny and smart, all wrapped up in one splendid person? But then I opened your last letter and your photograph fell out of the envelope, and I realized that sometimes real life can be even better than our dreams. Because you, Peach, are even more stunning than you were in my memories. And you know what makes it even better? That your beauty shines from the inside. Looking at your photograph, I can see all the kindness and gentleness and goodness that I’ve come to know so well, shining in your eyes and brightening your smile.

Gosh, am I rambling? I’m sure I am. But I don’t want you to feel embarrassed, not for a moment. And to think that you would even suggest I take a photograph this beautiful and shove it in a drawer or throw it off the carrier! That would be an absolute crime! It deserves to be framed and hung for everyone to admire. I admit that I’ve never seen the Mona Lisa, but I can already guarantee that you’re a thousand times prettier. But can I tell you the truth, Peach? As much as you deserve to be universally praised, I’ve been very selfish. The fellas are all quite jealous, you see, that the prettiest girl in the world has chosen to write to me, of all people. So I keep your photograph tucked close to my heart, away from all the guys. Don’t want to rub salt in the wound, you know?

Benny and Tommy Boy wanted me to respectfully let you know that you looked quite lovely in your photo, and that they’d be more than willing to serve as pen pals to any of your friends back home who may be in need of some correspondence.

Will you do me a favor and thank Dottie for this little scheme of hers? I knew that I liked your sister already, but this has truly solidified it for me. She’s a smart woman, that Dottie Sheridan. And I hope Frankie’s birthday pictures turned out just as nice as yours!

Can I tell you something else, Peach? We’ve been doing a lot of flying over here, me and Paul and the rest of our squadron, as I’m sure you can imagine. Paul keeps a photograph of Natasha and the kids in our aircraft when we’re flying. He says it brings him good luck and helps him remember what he’s fighting for. I like to keep a photograph of my family with me while we’re flying so that I can remember the same. But now I carry your photograph with me, too. And I think I understand now what Paul meant about his photo bringing him luck. Every time we’ve flown since I started carrying you with me, I feel this extra sense of protection. I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true. You’re my good luck charm, Peach, and I thank you for that. Thanks for helping me remember what I’m fighting for, every day that I’m here. And, hey—it’s sort of like we’re flying together already, right?

I was glad to hear that you enjoyed the pumpkin pie story, and that my utter humiliation could at least bring you some laughter. It’s funny that you should mention my mama setting aside some pumpkin pie for me because I did, in fact, receive a letter from her not long after Thanksgiving, and she told me she had done just that. She said that she’s hoping and praying I’ll be home for pumpkin pie this year. I hope she’s right.

I’m so happy to hear that you got to spend time with your folks and be together for the holidays. And happy belated birthday to little Frankie! They grow up fast, don’t they? Natasha sent Paul some photographs from Paul, Jr.’s first birthday, and neither of us can believe how big he’s gotten. Natasha says she’s writing down all his milestones in a little book for when Paul returns, so that he doesn’t miss a thing. I know it makes Paul feel good to hear that. He misses them so much.

I hope you don’t mind me doing so, but I shared with some of the guys on the carrier how you offered up your Thanksgiving gratitude and prayers for us. It lifted a lot of fellas’ spirits, I’ll tell you that. We were all missing home a little extra around the holidays, but to be reminded of why we’re doing this, and of the good people back home who are thinking of us, really makes all the difference.

Now to hear that you were an excellent pupil back in your grade school days does not surprise me one bit, Miss Peach. It’s funny that you say that you’re hopeless when it comes to arithmetic because I was always rather hopeless when it came to my writing—as I’m sure you can tell from the woeful state of my handwriting. My teachers at school—and yes, even my professors at Annapolis—always scolded me over it. Everyone has their strengths, huh? But if you don’t mind handling the writing, I’m more than happy to take care of the numbers and figures. We’d make quite a team.

Peach, I can promise you that the thought of getting to share another dance with you is one of the few things that keeps me going on the days when this war just really takes all the stuffing out of me. I just hope it’s something that YOU still want when all is said and done. I’m sure all the boys are lining up to sign your dance card.

Speaking of, have you been to any more dances at the USO lately?

You’re right when you say that Paul, Tommy Boy, Benny, and I couldn’t be any more different if we tried, but we do have a special bond and I’ll always be thankful for that. I’m glad to know you have that, too, with Dottie and Paddy and the rest of your family.

That glass of lemonade in Charleston sounds real nice right about now. It’s cold and rainy where we are, but I’ll be dreaming about that South Carolina sunshine.

My family was telling me about the coffee rations in one of their last letters. I am sorry to hear about that. I can only imagine how hard that’s hitting people, especially Paddy. I used to see him down at least three or four cups in the morning, back when I was stationed stateside. I’m sending all my best wishes that you and Dottie can survive his grumbling.

Peach, I just want to close by letting you know, once again, how much your support means to me. Truly. I hate to dwell on the negative, but there are days when this war is really hard. In fact, there are days when it feels downright impossible. But then I reread one of your letters, or take out your photograph and gaze at that pretty smile, and my hope is bolstered. You’ve given me so much, through your words alone, and I want you to know that.

I miss you, too. Who knows? Maybe 1943 will be the year we finally get that dance?

I hope so.

Very Truly Yours,

Bobby

February 3, 1943

Dear Bobby,

Happy New Year! 1943 has been treating me kindly so far, but it would be even better if it was the year that you and the rest of our boys came home. Just like your mother, that’s what I’m hoping and praying for.

My goodness, Robert Floyd, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special! I have to confess, I must have read your letter through a good two or three times when it first arrived in the mail, and I couldn’t stop blushing or beaming the whole time. Dottie said that I looked like a giddy school girl, which taught me that I really ought to read your letters in the comfort of my own room instead of in front of my nosy big sister.

Just so you know, Dottie gladly accepts your praise and thanks, and has not let me live it down for a moment. She has not failed to remind me that big sisters know best, and that I shouldn’t be so afraid to trust her, because look how well her plans always turn out? Well, knowing her my entire life, I can quite confidently say that Dottie’s plans don’t ALWAYS turn out well, but I am glad that this one did.

I’m certainly no movie star, but Dottie did work her magic on me that morning, and I’m touched beyond words at your kind reception of such a silly little thing. My cheeks still feel warm, even as I write to you now. Do you really carry my photo with you, even when you’re flying? I can hardly believe it, but I know you’re an honest man, Bobby, so it must be true. And if it brings you any sort of luck while you’re up in the air, then I’m glad for it and I’d send you a hundred more photographs if I could. I want you to come home safely, Bobby, more than anything. I need you to make it home safely so that we really can go flying together one day.

Please send my thanks and my best wishes to Benny and Tommy Boy, who are both clearly gentlemen of the highest caliber. But I’m sorry to tell them that I don’t have any girlfriends I can match them up with. Truth be told, I don’t have many girlfriends to begin with, and most of the women I do know are spoken for.

Speaking of which, do you remember my friend, Emily? She was the blonde volunteer working at the punch table with me the night we met. That was so long ago now, it’s okay if you don’t remember. Anyway, she just got engaged! She and her fiance actually met that night at the dance. His name is Eddie and he’s a corporal in the Army. He was stationed in Charleston for about a month or so after you were deployed, and he and Emily got to spending a lot of time with each other. They wrote to each other after he left, and Eddie proposed while he was back in Charleston on a short leave last month. Isn’t that something? It’s funny how things work out sometimes. I had thought Eddie was going to ask me to dance that night, but it was Emily he wanted to dance with. And look how well it turned out for them! I’m really happy for her. She’s so excited. They’re hoping that the war will be over soon and Eddie will come home permanently so that they can plan a big wedding. Emily even asked me to be one of her bridesmaids! I was Dottie’s Maid of Honor when she got married, but I’ve never been anyone else’s bridesmaid, so it’s all very exciting. A little bit of good news and hope in the midst of so much ugliness.

Christmas in Georgia was lovely, even if it was a little quieter than Christmases we’ve enjoyed in the past. I did get to see my grandparents, and some of my aunts and uncles and cousins, and that was a joy. If there’s one thing this war has taught us, it’s that spending time with the ones you love is really what matters most. My aunt actually made a pumpkin pie for dessert on Christmas Eve and I couldn’t stop giggling, thinking about your pumpkin pie fiasco as a little boy.

I hope that Paul, Jr. had a wonderful first birthday, same as Frankie! I think it’s an absolutely marvelous thing Natasha is doing, writing down all the special moments that are happening now so that Paul can relive them when he gets home. What a special gift that will be! Would you do me a favor, Bobby, and send Paul my best? I’ll never forget his kindness at the dance that night, and I really do hope he’s doing well.

Of course I don’t mind you passing along my best wishes to the rest of the men! I feel like I have so little to offer, and so little to contribute to this war, so if my thoughts and prayers can help lift even one person’s spirits, then I’m happy to hear it.

I’m also happy to hear that you’re good with numbers and figures because I simply never have been. I’d suggest that you could tutor me when you return home, but I’d be embarrassed for you to see just how truly hopeless I am when it comes to my mathematics. Instead, I’ll gladly take you up on your offer to handle all the writing if you handle all the numbers. An excellent team we’d make, indeed! And believe me when I say that your handwriting is far from the most dreadful I’ve seen. You should see my father’s and Paddy’s—completely illegible! Paddy once left me and Dottie a note letting us know he’d be home late that night, and we sat up for hours worrying because we couldn’t even read what it said! So trust me, Bobby, your writing is not as woeful as all that.

You can also trust me when I tell you that there are certainly no boys lining up to sign my dance card. I’ve volunteered at several other USO events, but truth be told, I haven’t gone to many dances since that one back in May. Emily’s always trying to get me to go with her, and I have gone to a couple, but it just doesn’t feel the same, Is that silly? I know we only got to attend one dance together, but it just doesn’t feel right, being there without you, Bobby. Every time I did force myself to go, I’d hear a song that played that night and then I’d miss you too much. The next time I go to a dance, I want you to be there, too, and I want us to be dancing together. I’ll make sure there’s plenty of lemonade for us afterwards.

I think Paddy is finally recovering from his caffeine withdrawals, thank goodness! Dottie and I have been cutting back on our coffee consumption so that he can have some more in the morning. I have a feeling more rations will be coming soon, which is why Dottie and I are already making plans to revive our Victory Garden this spring. We didn’t pay as much mind to it last year, when everything still seemed so readily available, but this year we’re determined to grow as much as we can. We’re not exactly farmgirls, my sister and I, so maybe you could send us some tips?

Bobby, if my words bolster your spirits, then I want you to know that your words do that a hundredfold for me. Receiving your letters in the mail brings me such joy. I have every single one saved, and I read them whenever I’m feeling sad or scared about the war. Have I told you lately how glad I am that we met and that we’re still exchanging letters all these many months later?

Here’s to hoping that 1943 is our year, Bobby. I hope that I’ll be seeing you real soon.

Most Affectionately Yours,

Peach

P.S. I almost can’t believe I’m asking this—and I hope you don’t think it too forward—but is there any possibility that you might have a photograph you could send? I can still see your face so clearly in my memories, Bobby, but it would be so special to have a photo to remember you by. If not, it’s okay. I just thought I would ask. Stay safe, Bobby.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #lewis pullman #WWII AU #1940s AU

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My shift to attack on titan

To start, I shifted to where I was 8. I was born and raised in wall maria (shigashina) with armin eren and mikasa and I spent most of my days with them. I could not imagine the bond you could have with people other than your family until I went here.

First I want to reminisce abt my besties 🥰

Armin is the sweetest smartest friend anyone could ask for. He also hums and sings which makes sense because he is the narrator of aot in this reality. He also writes journals about things he learns and things he wants to see and tells us we are going to go together. I am so lucky to be friends with someone so Sweet smart charming and caring. no words can describe my friendship with him. It was so interesting hearing his stories about his beliefs and ambitions . He was certainly humble when discussing his theories and made sure to include all of us in them.

His heart is so big I still don’t know how it fits in his dainty body. His family is poor and he helps his grandpa cultivates potatoes. Even so when he met my mother for the first time he gave us a weekends worth as a thank you gift for all the snacks I bring to our daily hangouts. Of course my mother did not want to take them as we are definitely more well off than his family but he insisted. This was met with my mother giving them two weeks of fruits, vegetables and meat, which we had to beg for him to take.

His lack of athleticism is also pretty funny. It’s not like we do anything too heart wrenching but he has horrible stamina for our age. The race to the tree goes as follows: eren winning because mikasa is letting him by enough to help his ego, then mikasa, then typically me carrying armin because he gets too tired after a while. I still make sure he wins though.

Mikasa is my first friend that’s a girl. There isn’t any school or activities to meet new people around my age, so the only people I knew were my family until I met eren and armin. Then I met mikasa. She’s kind of shy yet brave when she needs to be. She made me a doll when eren introduced us to her and I didn’t know she could be so crafty. Yes she’s clingy with eren buts she’s super protective with everyone she cares about including me. Our mothers are also both from persecuted clans and we share the same hymn that our mothers taught us, the same sigil tattoo of sorts our parents gave us, so with that alone our bond is unbreakable. We have become armin and erens first line of defense, we both have protective nature and are always stronger when fighting for our loved one. I can’t wait to have someone like her for my entire life by my side

She is a stoic and composed girl who tends to keep her emotions in check. Those close to her recognize her incredible strength and courage in even the most dire of circumstances. She is loyal and brave, ever willing to put her own safety on the line for those she holds dear.

At the same time, Mikasa does have moments of vulnerability. She is immensely sensitive to criticism and has difficulty accepting praise. Despite her impressive fighting ability and hard work which we all have seen..there are times when she feels she isn’t living up to expectations. So yea she’s is a complex person, but one thing that never changed about her, is her sense of justice and unwavering commitment to her loved ones. She is both a formidable friend and a leader. She is able to make tough decisions in even the most difficult of situations.

Then theres my boy Eren 💀💀he is an amazing daring friend. He’s the one I’ve known the longest. My mother was a nursing aid in the hospital, erens dad worked at before she got married and he is now our doctor as well! I didn’t meet him until I was about 6ish or 7 and we he started coming to his visits with his dad and we instantly clicked and we were each other’s first friend! Then we met armin together and he met mikasi and the rest is history. He would do anything for the people he cares about and though sometimes I want him to slow down and think for a second but that’s not something he does. He acts on what he thinks and I almost respect how impulsive he is. It doesn’t matter because mikasi and I will always be there to make sure he doesn’t die.

I also want to talk about my family.my relationship with my family in this reality still rings bells in my heart. My mother and uncle whom I live with are a reflection of grace and kindness embodied into people. My mother is absolutely beautiful and everyone tells me I have her eyes, which is the nicest thing I hear all the time. She is kind, beautiful, strong and everyt good thing I do I was taught by my mother. She amazes me every day with her grace and beauty. She has been the bravest and kindest role model to me, and for that I am grateful to be her daughter. Her strength and courage has inspired me in many ways, and I will always be thankful for everything she does. She sings to me everyday and braids my hair while telling me good affirmations to build my strength. She always encourages me to say thank you when I am full because not everyone has the same blessing. She would tell me stories and fables every night and make me the main character incorporating moral lessons in each one to encourage me to be the best version of myself. She was very loving and kind with her words and actions, and soft technique in everything she does and for that I’m grateful. My uncle is of the same nature. Anytime I had a curiosity he would tell me stories and teach me everything he knows about the topic. If I had an interest the next day I would find a book of it on my desk. Books on specific topics are not a right but a privilege and how he got access to them I still do not know but restrictions never stopped him from getting me my desires. He would tell me I’m the smartest most beautiful girl in the world and I hope one day I’ll believe it. He is the kindest smartest man in my life and honestly armin reminds me of him, maybe why I love him so much. I also have a father who is a merchant and often travels, and though I do not agree with everything he does as he is more conservative, and closed minded he is still a great father, and for that I’m grateful. He does business with the royals and every trip back he would bring me sweets and treats that I would share with my friends. Chocolate with candy pieces and pecans/walnuts were my favorite. He would bring them in special arrangement and tell me to make this last until his next trip. It never happened and armin mikasi eren and I would eat them all in one setting until we couldn’t walk. Regardless I shifted here at a time I had a horrible relationship with my family and for a time anytime i would speak about my mother I was referring to her. I have now obviously manifested a better relationship with my family, but at a point, and I love and appreciate them but during my darkest hour, she was my real and only mother.

Also, As I expected was the food here was heavy on meat, beans, and grains, with little variety in terms of fruits and vegetables. This meant that the meals tended to be fairly bland – not exactly what I was used to. A common dish that I enjoyed was a stew made with chunks of beef and vegetables. It was slow-cooked for hours, which made it rich, flavorful, and comforting. The vegetables were often slightly sweet, which balanced out the salty flavor of the beef. But I mean we’re a locked up village trying to not get eaten alive by titans, so good diversity is the least of my problems.

But Y’all I honestly consider Shigashina as my realhome. My village is the epitome peaceful and idyllic. The scenery here is breathtaking. Rolling hills climb to reveal breathtaking views of the valley below, while nearby forests are a pleasing mix of vibrant green and warm autumn hues. The sun creeps through the clouds just enough to cast a golden hue on the village below, and the gentle breeze plays with tree branches and grassy fields.

It’s easy to feel like you’ve stepped back in time when you wander the streets of Shigashina. Streets of cobblestone pass between quaint houses while quaint shops and restaurants line the main thoroughfare. The village’s many windmills add to the charming atmosphere, their slow rotation creating a calm serenity.The nearby rivers and lakes bring life, with their gentle rippling and abundant fish. Beyond the village, pilgrims and adventurers journey the mountains to explore the region’s unique landscapes and mysterious secrets.

Of course, no discussion of Shigashina would be complete without mentioning its many festivals. Colorful parades, traditional dances, lively music – each celebration introduces a unique flavor to the village’s rich culture. For those that want to experience something truly unique, a visit during one of these festivals is a must. From its stunning landscape to its vibrant culture, Shigashina is truly a hidden gem in my experience.

In this void (cr)I could care less about nature but there, I am outside everyday the scenery, and it’s is breath taking. I miss being a kid. Getting to go everyday to our oak tree, and run around, race and play tag, while also reading and making flower crowns for each other . We yelled and screamed and played as children with no worries in the world, the euphoria and tranquillity I felt everyday, I did not even feel in this reality’s childhood and I cannot wait to go back and be free of stress. The market place is filled with people chatting, commerce and children running about. fruit and vegetables scent was in the the air and money rattling feels nostalgic to my eyes. It’s chaotic but in the most calming nostalgic way. I appreciate every aspect of my life, after coming back here and I cannot wait to leave here permanently and continue to experience my life the way it should be with people I love and love me, and to meet more people to fulfill my life.

My experience was amazing. Yes I haven’t endured any of the hardships yet since the fall of our town hasn’t happened and I haven’t joined the scout yet. I came here to spend my days with my friends and rest. I had no responsibilities and the bond I had with my family was untouchable. I know I will have a lot of trauma to prepare for, but everyone In my life is setting me up for success, and perseverance. all that matters is that I am loved and have people to fight for. With this said I can’t wait to meet my future friends and basically family members as I grow into the this home 🥰🥰

I know this isn’t aesthetic and it’s kind of boring but I didn’t go there for the action just yet, I just wanted to spend time with my friends, and family and have no responsibilities as I came here when I was super depressed. My other shifting stories are more fun 😻😻😻

#shiftblr #reality shifting #law of assumption #manifesting #law of attraction #void state #manifesation

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wildpeachfarm · 2 months

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sorry if this is random but you’re blog has been so good with having these discussions so i hope its ok i send my thoughts to you.

over the past few days i’ve been really thinking specifically about george’s “behaviour” that everyone believes he needs to “grow from” and even i had that mentality at the beginning of all this however…. i now feel that’s slightly overblown as well?

dont get me wrong not age checking wasn’t good and neither was not being more cautious however those are things i think he can easily correct going forward.

i mean in general. i genuinely think if it had been any other woman in caiti’s place, this would’ve been wildly different (and for starters we never would’ve known about it). the fact of the matter is this was a drunk legal adult making a move on another drunk legal adult. what we now know in hindsight is that caiti is very chronically online, very troubled and largely unstable, and surrounded by toxic unsupportive friends willing to use her as a pawn in their hateful games.

like i genuinely think this is a situation that went bad not so much because of what went down but who it went down with. and that’s obviously not something either of them really knew in the moment, especially not george. and yes there’s an argument about not engaging in things like this with people you just met however that’s a big aspect of clubbing/partying/adult life in general so i don’t even know if that would hold up.

tldr i just think caiti was really the wrong person to ever be in this situation and that’s not something george could’ve known at the time and i don’t even think it was something caiti knew either until after it happened. i just hope she’s able to protect herself more going forward now she knows situations like that make her uncomfortable

thank you for your thoughts anon!

Yeah I think some people are treating george like a serial misogynist or sexual predator and that being his "behavior" when I just think it's miscommunication, maybe not thinking through things enough to ask her age or get explicit verbal consent on top of the non-verbal consent but like you said, things that can be very corrected and he has already shown willingness to correct them.

#i pretty much agree with all of this sorry this isnt a long response im like dead tired rn lol #ask #anon #anti drummyache tag

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💛 ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ | ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ!

This post will include some information about me and a short testimony. Thanks for checking out my blog!

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Howdy! I'm a Christian artist from the southern US who enjoys creating stories & characters that glorify God and share the gospel! 🔥⚔️ ✝️ I like anime and various comic styles. I'm currently working on my own style. I’ve enjoyed creating various OC's of humans, animals, anthro, and hybrid varieties!

sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ: I can be found just about anywhere and have compiled everything on my carrd. I am also accepting commissions, my carrd will have more information. I may compile and post commission information on tumblr in the future, Lord willing.

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It's surreal to be here after taking a long hiatus around 2021. I'm used to having "missing e", a dozen extensions, and all of my pretty post formatting. It seems tumblr has tidied things up to make formatting easier. Back then, I used to copy/paste blank spaces, pretty symbols and emojis, indent all of my paragraphs, and then use a bunch of key commands to select and make my font size small and neat! Haha! I don't have any problems with people who do that, it was a style choice for writers and roleplayers.

“The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness.” Romans 1:18

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(CONTENT WARNING: above blog archives have explicit and/or adult content and are TESTIMONIES of what I used to write, portray, and how i lived my life. the last one is referring to a satanic voodoo cult character and I do not endorse the rosary/catholicism.)

I was part of the tumblr roleplay community and many other rp communities across the internet, including Gaiaonline, jcink, and proboards. I was doing this hobby for about 16 years before I started to take my faith seriously in 2021. To clarify faith, I was never really a believer or follower of Christ until I was BORN AGAIN in January 2023! Hallelujah! Note: I am not saying Christians cannot role play or enjoy writing as a way to develop characters, stories, etc. As long as it's not used to write content that would make you sin and it's not becoming an obsession.

Before that, I hyperfixated on horror genre, supernatural and horror anime, tv series, including video games, movies, stories, and more. I had gender dysphoria, went by 'khan', or 'khanivore'. I internalized a lot of it and would act out by doing drag king stuff and drag cosplay IRL.

I idolized playing hypermasculine male characters in the roleplay communities I was a part of. I saw many friendships made, torn apart, and savagely destroyed due to the toxicity of the community. Without Christ, people unhealthily hyperfixate on their idols and become jealous of other people writing better, portraying a certain character better, seeking all types of 'shipping' relationships that don't go well.

Wrote hundreds of thousands of words portraying s*xual fantasies with males & females. I obsessed over becoming male characters; thinking their thoughts, living their lives, not my own. I became oppressed by demons while playing songs that made me think of these characters, obsessively studied their dialogues and did some crazy forms of method acting. These characters had their own birthdays & astrology signs that I celebrated.

I had deep loneliness & despair, a void within me, & I filled it with video games, p**nography, alcohol, cosplay & role playing. When the convention was over, I felt like my heart was being burned alive & there was nothing to fill that void. I had insomnia from late nights living my double life. I was hateful, rude, condescending, competitive, swore all the time, & angry.

But JESUS set me free! He had been knocking on the door of my heart. I did not seek Him, I wanted to live in my filth, I loved my sin. But HE sought after me & my heart slowly softened. My eyes began to open. I don’t share this testimony to glorify myself; don’t want the wrong attention, nor things my old self would have gloated over. I share this testimony of where I WAS, to show where JESUS SET ME FREE!

Seek Jesus - He isn’t religion, He’s a real person, the son of God, who was sent to die for our sins. Someone who wants a relationship with you. He wants to set you free from pain. He can give you answers & true identity; not the CULTure.

“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” Romans 8:1-2

#christian #chrumblr #christian artist #✝️umblr #christian testimony #my testimony

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 1 month

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One day I'll be dancing on your grave...

Summary:

Lucien “Luci” Greco, you’re piece of shit ex, has come to NY looking for you. He's the reason you had to leave everything behind in the first place. Didn't stop him from searching for you though. The long lost mafia princess. He needs you if he is ever to rightfully take over the family from your father Declan. Little does he know you're doing mercenary work for the highest bidder. He still thinks you're some wilting damsel, a spoiled little princess. Your daddy didn't raise you that way though. You've been primed to take over since birth. Too bad he beat the shit out of you so badly you had to run for your safety. Somehow, even trying to stay under the radar you've befriended the damn Avengers family. A misfit mafia if you’ve ever seen one. You’re all after the same enemy afterall. Maybe, it's time to finally let someone or several someones in, so you can live life without constantly looking over your shoulder. Question is, do you even want the crown anymore?

Warnings:

Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Blood and Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Relationship(s), Past Violence, Mafia Avengers, Mafia AU, Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Welcome to this dark little mafia world I've created. Please be aware there are dark themes throughout this story so be sure to check the tags with each new chapter just in case there may be something that triggers you. Happy reading! Banner @cafekitsune Divider @firefly-graphics

“Well if it isn't the White Wolf and his Captain.” You deadpan as you enter your living room.

“Jinx.” Bucky speaks from his place on the couch.

“To what do I owe the displeasure of finding you in my home?”

“We came to return this.” Steve places a dagger on the coffee table. “Seems you left it behind.”

“Oh Steven. I don't ‘leave’ anything behind. Every blade has a purpose. You should know that by now. That one was left as a reminder of what happens when people underestimate me.” You start to clean the dirt from under your blood soaked hands with another dagger.

“Now if you're done posturing or whatever it is you came here to do. You can kindly show yourselves out. I have a date with my clawfoot tub, a bottle of 151 and season 2 of the Witcher to get to.”

You turn on your heels and head down the hallway towards your bedroom, undressing and leaving a trail of bloody clothes behind you along the way. You're faithful Doberman Hades on your heels. The pair of enforcers sat on your couch are fixated on the sway of your hips until your form leaves their line of sight.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “What do you want to do about this? I’ve never known her to kill just for fun. Clearly someone with deep pockets hired her to take out Sitwell. Not that I’m complaining. That Hydra piece of trash deserved it.”

“Tony is going to want answers. Answers that only she can give.” Steve shrugs.

“If she’s willing. She’s not the biggest fan of Tony.”

“Thankfully she loves Pepper. Let’s see if she’ll come to the compound with us voluntarily first.”

Arching his brow and giving Steve a sly grin. “Afraid to get your hands dirty Stevie.”

“More like I’d prefer to have her tied up in my bed than in the back of my Range Rover.”

“Don’t we all Stevie. Don’t we all?”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror as your phone begins to vibrate along the counter. You glance down and upon seeing the name flashing across the screen you take a calming breath and answer.

“It’s done. There was no need for you to check in on me.”

“That any way for you to talk to your Da? I know it’s done. I had 100% faith in ya to finish the task. I did raise ya after all. So what if I wanted to check in on ya. You’re so damn far away now. I’m not allowed to call my daughter?” Declan proclaims.

“Da. What do you need? You never call to just check in. We don’t work that way. If you wanted to see how I was doing, you’d fly a goon of yours out and stalk me for a week before deciding if it was worth it to come out here to see me. So what is it? I can’t re kill Sitwell for you.”

“Alright. Alright. I get it." He sighs into the phone. "I have some info I feel ya need to know.”

“And that is?”

“Lucien has been gone for a week. Said he had some business to attend to out of town. I just came to find out from one of his little lackeys that said business seems to be in your neck of the woods. Be careful, petal. Keep your eyes open. He very well may be there for some reason other than to hunt you down and drag you back, but I won't risk it.”

You freeze at the mention of your toxic, waste of space, abusive ex. The reason you had to run away to NY in the first place. You swallow and test the water for your bath.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll stay vigilant, as always. Now leave me be so I can enjoy my post kill ritual.”

“Never one to waste words.”

“I got it from you. Night Old Man.”

“Night Petal.”

Placing your phone on the tray next to the tub you proceed to submerge yourself in the steamy water. You tilt your head back and exhale as tortured memories bring themselves to the surface.

“Sunshine” His voice is getting closer to the darkened corner you’re hiding in. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He throws one of the dining room chairs away from the table. “Come on baby, I won’t hurt you. I promise. I didn't mean to scare you. You know how I get when I have a shit day and your dad calls attention to my fuck ups in front of everyone.”

His steps get closer and the next thing you know his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you out into the living room. Tossing you harshly on to the coffee table. You barely get your hands out in front of you before your face can connect with the solid wood.

“You know better than to hide from me, Sunshine. For that, I’m gonna deny you the use of my tongue to open you up. Hopefully you’re wet enough cause I’ve got a lot of pent up anger that I need to get rid of. Don’t move if you know what’s good for you and take this dicking I’m so graciously giving you.”

You brace yourself as he slams himself inside you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and craning your neck back so he can wrap his other hand around it. He’s squeezing so tight you know there will be finger shaped bruises left behind.

You find yourself zoning out as you try to preserve your precious air and he continues his brutal pace. It’s the only way to get through it with your mind intact. Your body will heal. It’s the emotional trauma you're most afraid of. Before you get too lost in your head, he speeds up, hips moving erratically until he stills and you feel him empty inside you. Thank the goddess is stamina is so shitty.

“Much better.” He kisses the back of your head. “See how easy that was Sunshine. Go get yourself cleaned up so we can have dinner. I don’t feel like staying in so wear something that’ll help cover those bruises. Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

You numbly nod your head and limp off to your ensuite bathroom where you stare at the mottled mess of purple around your neck. You heave a sigh and get to work covering up his handiwork.

Hades emitting a low growl, snaps you out of your daydream when the pair of Super Soldier enforcers saunter into the ensuite to see if they can persuade you to come to the compound of your own freewill. You decide then and there to have a little fun with them first. A sort of quid pro quo if you will. You're keyed up from your kill and want to drown out the memories of your past that seem to want to flood back tonight. What better way than with some orgasms.

“Can I help you? As you can see I’m trying to relax.” You announce to the steam filled room.

“Tony would like to see you. He has some questions pertaining to your last kill.” Steve states.

“And before you give some snarky ass comment, we’re asking if you wouldn’t mind coming in with us of your own accord. Although I’m more than okay tying you up and dragging you in myself.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and shoots you wink.

“Okay.” You casually declare.

“What?!” The soldiers stare at each other in shock over how easy that was. Too easy.

“What’s the catch?” Steve asks.

“It’s simple, really. It’s a win/win all around. I’ll go if Bucky uses those metal fingers of his and gets me off, then lets me ride him while I suck on that golden dick of yours Captain.”

“Deal!” Bucky blurts out, making his way over to the tub as he rolls up his left shirt sleeve.

He wastes no time submerging his hand in the hot water and seeking out your folds. He lightly runs his fingers along them and up to your clit where he makes a couple light circles, eliciting a moan from you.

“Fucking soaking and it aint even from the bath water. You’ve thought about this before, haven't you Doll.”

“Wh-what can I say? The metal is sexy. Oh Fuck!” He slides two thick digits knuckle deep inside you and curls them upward. “Yes. Yes. Right there. Right fucking there Wolfie.”

Your head is thrown back in complete pleasure as you give in to the manipulation of Bucky’s metal digits. Steve is off to the side, all of his blood having run to his cock, making his pants extremely uncomfortable, watching you writhe and make the most delicious sounds.

“That’s it. Come on babygirl. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me and then you can take me for a ride. I know you want to be stuffed full.”

His words have the desired effect and your pussy squeezes down on his fingers as you detonate and ride the wave of your orgasm.

Before you fully can come down from your high, you're pulled from the water and impaled on Bucky’s thick girth as he sits on the edge of the tub. The stretch and feeling of being so full almost sets you off once again. You take a moment to let your body accommodate him.

“Thought you wanted to ride me, Doll? So ride. Before I change my mind and bend you over this tub instead.”

Your hips move of their own accord at his threat. Undulating and bouncing to a sensuous rhythm. Losing yourself in the moment.

That is until Steve strolls over and teases your lips with his precome coated tip. “Open up, Doll. Gotta make good on that deal.”

You gaze up at the Golden Adonis standing to your right and give him one sweet kitten lick before you take him down to the root. Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob your head along his length, sucking the life out of him. He can’t help the moans and groans slipping out of his mouth as you suck his dick like no one ever has before.

Knowing your mouth is setting the Captain's world upside down, you pick up the pace, grinding and bouncing on the dick splitting you open. You set a tempo that has the room filled with nothing but the wet sounds of skin against skin, moans and language that would make a nun blush.

Bucky has a firm grip on your hips as he pulls you down one final time and erupts inside you, triggering your own orgasm. You come screaming around Steve’s length, setting him off as well. Rope after rope of his hot white seed coats your tongue and throat as you swallow every precious drop.

Releasing him from your mouth you lick any run away drops off your lips and proceed to lift yourself off of Bucky’s lap. “Fuck that was even better than I imagined it’d be. We most certainly need to do that again. Many many times.” You grin devilishly. You are a glutton for sin after all.

You grab a washcloth, dip it into the hot bath and begin to clean up the mess Bucky left behind. Satisfied with the level of cleanliness, you turn towards the out of breath enforcers. “I’m nothing, if not a woman of my word. Grab yourselves a drink and recoup while I throw something presentable on for the big boss man. What are we riding in by the way? Will I need my leathers or are we in a cage tonight?”

“As much as I would love to see you in your leathers, straddling me on the back of my bike.” Bucky bites his lip at the image presented in his mind. “Stevie here, brought his Range. So cage it is tonight, Doll. Gonna have to save that ride for another time.”

“No problem. You’ll just have to enjoy that sight when you're watching me from behind as I sped past you on my Ducati.” You tease.

“You won't be ahead for long, sweetheart. And once I catch you, I’ll gladly bend you over it and fuck you til cant stand, let alone handle you bike and are stuck riding bitch with me.” He cockily proclaims.

“Promises. Promises.” You smugly smile back.

Steve interrupts your moment before it escalates further. “Okay. Enough you two. Although I would love to watch that transpire, we do have somewhere to be. Come on Buck, let our little murder queen get dressed. We’ll be ready when you are Jinx.”

You walk up to Steve and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Always so polite. Even after you just had your massive dick shoved down my throat. Oh you're the best kind of dangerous. I can’t wait to see you unhinged.”

With a whistle to Hades you head back into your room and your walk-in closest to throw on some clothes and be on your way to the Avengers compound.

"There's the woman of the hour. I thought you'd put up more of a fight with the Super Soldiers. Guess I was wrong this time. We were just talking about you." Tony gets up from his chair, grinning.

"We?" You question.

"He'd be talking about me." You gaze down to a blonde head of slick back hair and a voice that haunts your nightmares sitting in front of Tony.

"Jinx, I'd like you to meet…"

"Lucien Greco." You deadpan.

He stands from his seat and turns in your direction. His blue eyes scan you from top to bottom. Cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Hello Sunshine. I was hoping I'd find you here."

"No one calls me that anymore." Another emotionless response from you.

"So I've heard. Jinx. Fitting if I do say so." You barely restrain the growl that wants to emit from your chest.

"You know him?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah. He's the asshole who gave me this.” You lift your shirt and pull up the center of your bralette, showing off the jagged scar in the middle of your sternum. “Right before he left me for dead on the side of the road."

“I didn't leave ya for dead darlin’. I was always coming back. Just needed to teach ya a lesson first.” Lucien imparts.

Before he gets a chance to even take a step, you have him pinned against Tony’s desk. Your favorite dagger, precariously placed under his chin. Blade pressed so close against his throat, a deep breath would break the skin.

“Tony. Please get on with whatever it is you need to discuss with me. Every second that passes I’m one step closer to slitting his throat and that’s just too quick of a death for him in my book. So make it quick and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Tony lets out a sigh. “Unfortunately you’re going to have to deal with him for this discussion. Says he knows who hired you for the hit on Sitwell and that we’re all after the same thing. Revenge.”

“Of course he knows who would have hired me for this hit. He’s been working for him since he was a teenager. Been around him his whole life actually. He is correct about revenge though.” You state a little too calmly.

“Are you implying Declan Scott paid you for killing Sitwell?” Tony questions.

“Never said I got paid for the job.” You shrug your shoulder.

“Why didn't you get paid?” Steve utters.

With a smug little grin Lucien answers for you. “That’s an easy one, boys. He killed her mother. In fact he was the reason she went into labor. Little Sunshine here was born in blood. Taking her first breath as her mother took her last.”

“You’re extra chatty tonight Luci? It’s a pity those words just might be your last.” You look him dead in the eyes, a look of murder in yours.

“Wait. Wasn’t Declan’s wife murdered while pregnant? He has a daughter right? She’s been MIA for the last 3 years.” Bucky adds in.

“That would be, correct gentleman. Although I wouldn't classify her as MIA any longer now would I darlin’.” Lucien chuckles.

You press the dagger in a fraction harder and watch as a trickle of blood begins to slide down his neck.

“Alright. Enough with being vague. Just tell us what you're trying to say, Greco.” Steve growls out.

Smug as ever he lets them know what’s going on. “Alright. Alright. I’ll lay it all out. You’re little Jinx here, is Declan Scott’s one and only daughter. The rightful heir to the Bay Area Mafia. I’ve come to drag her back home where she belongs before Hydra makes good on their threat and ends her fathers life.”

“I’ll be going nowhere with you.” You say through gritted teeth. “You seem to have left out the part where you only want me home so you can lock me up and throw away the key. That way you can run things solo. Not happening. I’d rather bleed out in a ditch again than see you take over for my father. Whatever deal you thought you’d strike here it’s over. Your word is as good as a knife in the back. Your mouth is full of nothing but slick words and a poisonous tongue.”

“You used to love my wicked tongue Sunshine.” You press the dagger in a bit further once again. The tiny river of crimson soothing your raging emotions.

Not wanting to have to clean blood out of the carpets Tony takes charge of the tense situation. “As sexy as it is watching her hold you at knife point, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Seems you are no longer needed for this conversation.”

He presses a button on his desk. “Happy. Would you mind escorting our guest off the premises please. Take him wherever he wants to go, as long as it’s far from here.”

“Will do, Sir.” Happy replies.

“Thanks. Now Jinx. I’m gonna need you to step back from the deadbeat ex so Happy can remove him.”

Bucky comes up behind you and places his flesh hand on your hip and his metal one around the wrist holding the dagger. He whispers in your ear so only can hear. “Let’s make him wish he never stepped foot in here thinking he could get one over on you.” He kisses along your neck as he lowers your hand away from the lowlife's, guiding it down to your thigh, where he helps you return it to its sheath.

“That’s my girl. Head on over to Tony now. Steve and I will be right behind you.” He places a final kiss on your lips and turns you toward is awaiting boss.

You walk over to Tony and he grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We have a lot to discuss, little one. Seems you’ve been holding back on us.”

You laugh. “Don’t say I didn't warn you.”

#poc reader #avengers x reader #avengers smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #mafia au #steve rogers x reader

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Broken Prism

Chapter 23

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: not much, some violence

Summary: a question is asked and there's a party, but it's not all happiness and sunshine

Notes: this fic had a heavy couple chapters, so this is a little lighter and sweet, but of course it won't stay that way, they are still in Gotham and mass murders are on the loose

Jason got back to find YN asleep already, looking exhausted. She had her clothes on from the day, over the blankets like she had just laid down, thinking she would be back up again. He sighed, not able to get the look in her eyes when he snapped at her out of his head. He had scared her; how could he do that to her? The one person who was always on his side, always supporting him no matter how much of an ass he was? Did the good in him really outweigh all the bad? He sighed, moving to shower and change into fresh clothes, going to grab a book from his shelf when he noticed the desk. He froze. She had found the note and the ring. He swallowed hard as he walked over to check on them. His scratched-out lines, followed by the only one that seemed right, and then…YES. She had written yes on the note. His eyes found her, still sleeping and he wanted to let her rest, but he couldn’t, not when he had to be sure. He moved to the bed, sitting next to her and gently shaking her shoulder. She stirred and looked around, still groggy, but woke up when she saw him.

“Jason!” she said, arms going around him. He held her close, once again drinking in the calm she brought him. When she pulled back she didn’t completely let him go, like she was worried if she did he would run away again. He had to stop that, stop pushing her away, running from her when she refused to leave him be. He held up the note and she looked from it to his eyes.

“Why would you say yes to me?” he asked softly. She touched his face, tracing the scar on his cheek he’d gotten when Penguin had captured him. All those scars, memories of pain that her touch seemed to soothe away. Even now, the murders, the guilt he felt, the fact that multiple people were going around Gotham trying to break his family apart, and she was still here, unmoving in her love for him. It honestly humbled him more than even being dead had.

“Because I know that even if you weren’t my soulmate you would still be my soulmate,” she said. “I fit with you, and you fit with me. I’m willing and want to choose to love you everyday for the rest of my life.” He swallowed hard, feeling emotions he hated to feel coming to the surface. He felt loved, really loved. She chose him, when she could literally have anyone else, someone safer, someone who wouldn’t scare her or worry her constantly and she chose him.

“I scared you earlier…” he whispered. “Why love someone who scares you?” She kissed him softly.

“I wasn’t scared of you Jason, I’ve never been afraid of you, but I was afraid for you,” she said. “Afraid of you running, of your self-loathing getting the best of you.” He looked at the ring in his hand and then at her, holding it up slowly. YN nodded, smile growing on her face. He slid the ruby on and kissed her hand before kissing her again. She kissed him back, gripping him close and pulling him to lay over her. “Should we go tell everyone?” she asked. Jason shook his head.

“Later,” he said, before kissing her again.

You woke up the next morning, still naked and next to your fiancé. O you were never going to get over that. Jason wanted to marry you. You knew it was common for soulmates to get married, but this just felt special, like it wasn’t supposed to actually happen. Yet the ring was on your finger and his arm was around your waist, holding you against him like he protected you even in his sleep, which honestly, he probably could. You pulled off his arm slowly and went to shower and get dressed. You hadn’t really eaten the day before, too worried about where he had been, and headed quietly downstairs. It was still early but somehow Alfred was still awake and had the buffet of breakfast foods ready in the dining room. He himself was eating, reading the paper. He jumped up when you came in and you waved him away, moving to grab a plate but he caught your hand.

“I see Master Jason has finally popped the question,” he said, admiring the ring. You smiled wide and nodded. “Did he tell you how long ago he bought that ring?”

“No, we didn’t really talk a lot after,” you said, before blushing and turning away to get food. He cleared his throat and waited until you were seated with your breakfast.

“He came home one morning, I believe it was before you had moved in here, he came to me and asked if I could size a ring based off a picture, and he showed me a picture, I believe you were holding a book, and I’m glad to see it worked,” he said. You thought back and realized that when he came to your apartment, when you fell asleep reading. Before you kissed, before you were even really together. He had been planning this since then and it made your heart warm. You looked at the ring again and smiled bigger.

Jason wandered into the room, looking between you and Alfred before grabbing himself some breakfast and sitting next to you. He kissed you and finally noticed Alfred staring at him.

“What?” he asked. Alfred held up his coffee cup but didn’t say anything, going back to the paper. You looked at Jason, probably with the biggest heart eyes imaginable because soon he was kissing you again just in time for Tim and Dick to wander in with Bruce close behind them.

“Ugh…we eat here could you not?” Tim mocked, getting himself breakfast. You laughed and started eating yourself. Jason ate, one hand holding your hand, gently running a finger over the ring on your finger. It took Bruce all of two seconds to notice.

“Guess we’re throwing another party,” he said. Jason stared for a second. “Can’t have a Wayne get engaged and not have a party.” Tim and Dick froze, looking to each other as if trying to figure out who was engaged before looking at Jason’s face, then his hand, then the ring.

“Holy shit,” Dick said. “He dies and still gets married first, how is that possible?” he said. Jason shrugged.

“Maybe stop dragging your feet with Barbara,” he said, eating more eggs. You laughed and then laughed harder when Dick and Tim both hugged you, forcing you to stand so they could hug you tighter.

“He is so much less annoying when you’re around, now you can’t leave,” Tim said. You shook your head and laughed as Jason finally pried his brothers off you and instead hugged you himself. “Although now this’ll get annoying.”

Another Wayne party was not what Jason wanted but since it was his engagement Bruce had let him decide who could actually come so he made sure it was small, just some friends of Bruce’s and YN’s friends, less than twenty people which was tiny in the Wayne family. He did not however, let Jason dress in jeans like he wanted, mostly because YN had picked out an absolutely stunning dress and he knew Jason would feel terrible not to be dressed up right beside her. He was right. When she came out into the hall in that red dress Jason nearly took her back into the bedroom again, but Bruce said he had an engagement present but only if Jason wasn’t late this time. And YN wanted that gift, what would Batman give as an engagement gift? Bullet proof plates? Cutlery that was also a bomb? So, Jason took her arm, kissed her softly and headed downstairs.

The evening was winding down, most of Bruce’s friends had left while the younger crowd was still in the theater room doing karaoke, trying to convince Alfred to just do one song. Jason was in the doorway, thoroughly not interested in singing, but enjoying watching YN laugh with the others. He heard a throat clear behind him and looked back to Bruce.

“You were on time and even were a good host tonight,” he said, slightly surprised.

“YN really wants that gift, she thinks it's an EMP disguised as a handbag,” Jason said, sipping his drink as Dick started singing Taylor Swift off key, much to the delight of Barbara and to Tim’s horror. Bruce chuckled a little and caught YN’s eye, waving for her to join them. She did, hugging Jason around his waist. He kissed her head as Bruce handed him an envelope. He frowned, opening it to a picture of a nice cabin in a forest.

“This is a cabin in Canada, and I have bought it for you,” he said. Jason looked confused. “I’m not exiling you, don’t worry, but whenever we catch whoever is committing these murders you are required to take a vacation, completely unplugged in this cabin for at least six months, plan the wedding, hell, get married there in the middle of nowhere, just be together and be happy without worrying about all this shit here.” Jason couldn’t believe it. He looked at Bruce.

“Dad?” he said. He couldn’t remember the last time he called Bruce dad, but he didn’t know what else to say. Bruce just smiled and hugged his son and then his future daughter, who was definitely crying.

“Thank you,” she said. Jason looked down at her, then back at the cabin. Just them, time for Jason to heal from what he knew was going to be a haunting experience when they did piece more of this mystery together. Bruce waved them away, getting a little misty himself. They went back to the party and were probably more loving than before, being just disgustingly cute for the rest of the evening.

Barbara Gordon had no fear of Gotham at night. Dick was always around to protect her, but she of course, could protect herself too. Just because she wasn’t able to be Batgirl anymore didn’t mean Oracle wasn’t a bad ass. Dick dropped her off at her apartment before heading out on patrol and she entered her first-floor space knowing something was off. She activated her chair, pulling the circuit crown on her head, and pulled out the batons she kept in the arms of the chair. Then she told the chair to move, and it did, searching the place. She didn’t find anything and almost calmed when she heard it, a quick breath behind her. She narrowed her eyes and turned, narrowly avoiding the syringe the person wielded. She stared at the creature before her, a man with a pig’s mask, heavily damaged, eyes of red. He looked like Professor Pyg, but that was impossible, Pyg had died in an attempted escape from Arkham years ago. A copycat then. He man dove at her again and she knocked the syringe away with one baton, the other coming right after to hit the attacker in the head. He was unperturbed and tried again, this grabbing her wheelchair. That was a mistake. The electric shock that her chair emitted when activated was strong enough to take down Killer Croc, even if this person ignored the pain of the baton, his body wouldn’t be able to handle the volts. He fell to the ground, and she hit the panic button to call reinforcements. Then she saw the bag on the floor nearby, blood seeping from it.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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Save the Date by @mallstars

Harry/Draco (2023, Explicit, 123k)

In the twelve years after the war, Harry attends sixteen weddings. As friends and acquaintances vow their lives to one another, he watches quietly from the sidelines. Step by step, Harry pieces himself back together, builds a life from the wreckage of his past and falls, slowly and thoroughly, for Draco Malfoy. A story told in sixteen parts, of patient and transformative love, of queerness, of reaching out and holding on. Featuring plenty of pining, Gilderoy Lockhart getting married in a fever dream of glitter and product placement, and Rita Skeeter spitting a steady stream of venom at Harry and Draco's every move.

“Perhaps this was how much of Divination worked. Showing you something you wanted, or didn't want, and urging you along a path. Sitting in the freezing ground on a Bulgarian mountain as the sun commenced its journey up the sky, Harry made a decision. He would get to know someone, the way he knew Ron and Hermione. Better, even, if he was capable of that. It was evident, really, who he wanted that person to be - and Padma seemed to approve. It had to be Draco Malfoy.”

Since I’ve been talking and getting asks about my most recent read I’ve decided this would be a good opportunity to write a brand new rec, and hopefully send more people on their way to this story. I’ve been in the mood for longer fics lately but it’s getting harder and harder to binge anything over 30k, so instead of pressuring myself to rush through it I’ve decided to take my sweet time and embrace the experience over the past week.

Curiously, I found this fic thanks to the author herself! We bonded over our shared interest in a niche fic kink (isn’t that how it always starts!) and she mentioned that earlier this year she published her first fic, one she was very proud of. Naturally I had to ask for a link to check it out and I’m so happy that I did. This story is a long, aching and deeply emotional love letter to Harry, carefully exploring his trauma and post-war struggles in such a compassionate way it gave me a lump in the throat. From dealing with his childhood abuse and a general lack of sense of purpose after the war, to coming to terms with his fame and sexuality to finally allowing himself to be happy and fulfill his resolution: getting to know someone, deeply. I love how that scene puts everything into motion, giving the fic a magical and serendipitous tone that helped me get through the angsty slow burn knowing that Drarry was more than endgame, it was inevitable. The tea leaves willed so!!!!

We follow Harry’s melancholy and introspective POV for about 12 years, each one marked by a different wedding he attends. There’s this weary wistfulness about the way he sees things that really touched me, as he struggles to find his place and pines on for Draco. We celebrate the friends and acquaintances we get to know through his eyes, one wedding at a time - and what a fantastic cast! I especially loved seeing more of Angelina as she’s not usually explored in fic. From Blaise’s to Lockhart’s to Ron’s to Hagrid’s, each wedding ceremony offers a new setting for Harry’s self-reflection and advances the Drarry agenda offering him new ways to get to know Draco and himself. They don’t always meet or talk but Draco’s always at the back of his mind, even before the resolution is made, and I found that quite romantic!

I wasn’t expecting this fic to span over so many years but instead of never-ending pain where you don’t quite understand why they can’t kiss and make out already, Harry’s pining is soft and tentative; it allows him to grow, explore his own sexuality and learn how to be comfortable in his own skin before reaching out to Draco. Despite being unavailable for some time, we don’t really need Draco’s POV to know he’s aching for Harry just as desperately. But we do get a glimpse of his mind through their correspondence, which is how they actually fall in love.

Watching their friendship blossom through the letters made me so soft and happy I didn’t want it to end. I think that was my favourite chapter and and I’m not even that much of an epistolary enthusiast! But their written exchanges create the most delicious anticipation and oh, when they finally get together they’re both so sure and devoted to each other it feels earned and right. I love how the fic paces the progression of Harry’s initial obsession towards a calmer, reserved and patient love. Just like he wished many years before, he gets to know someone deeply: this reformed and fascinating tea shop owner Draco, who adores his mom, is there for his friends, says Harry’s name with adoration and has a fondness for flowers and owls 🥹

If you’re looking for a cathartic pining!Harry journey, with gentle slow burn and satisfying payoff - the endearments! the smut! be still my heart - this long fic is an absolute treat. Check it out today then let’s get started on @mallstars’s new time loop wip!

Read on AO3!

#Drarry fic rec

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separatist-apologist · 5 days

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Hi MB!

I hope you had a wonderful May 4th!!

I’ve just recently gotten into StarsWars (specifically the clone wars) and have discovered Obi Wan and Satine. Are you a big fan of them?

Is Satine only in the clone wars or are there also books that she is in? And what are your favorite Obi wan books?

If you do ship them are there any fics that you have read that you recommend?

I consulted @melting-houses-of-gold for this list, anon- anyone looking for a SW fanfic rec should ABSOLUTELY hit her up (AND FOLLOW HER), she is a compendium of knowledge!

Had You Said The Word by @velidewrites:

*crawls out of delusion box* But what if Satine DIDN'T die?

TCW Season 5 Episode 16 reimagined to spare our feelings and simp for Dark Side!Obi Wan.

a map toward honor by @/galateagalvanized:

"Wait, I’m sorry, Satine, did you—did you steal two million clones?”

“‘Steal’, Obi-Wan? You can’t steal free-willed people." Satine laughs. "No, my dear. Kal sent me the access codes for every landing pad, door, and defense network the Kaminoans had, and we shut it all down. I don’t think even their automatic toilets were working by the time we walked through their front doors. After that, well. We had a nice chat with the clones, and we killed every single Kaminoan that tried to stop any of us from walking back out.”

Or: Satine steals some clones, steals a Jedi, and saves the universe. This is the way.

Morning Star by @/kurenaino: this is a series, so check out each work for the summary

The Jedi And His Duchess by @/sulis57:

Satine Kryze is a pacifist because of the Mandalorian civil war. But the idea first takes root in her mind after watching something terrible happen to Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The story of how Obi-Wan and Satine fell in love when they were young, and how their feelings reemerged when they reconnected during the Clone Wars.

Told in dual timelines. Graphic Violence. Takes place pre Phantom Menace/post Clone Wars episode Duchess of Mandalore.

“Calm yourself, young one.” Qui-Gon’s large hands stroked her cheekbones. “Where is Obi-Wan?”

She stared at him with wild eyes, tears still running down her face. “They took him.”

Qui-Gon’s look changed instantly, his features fell as fear gripped his heart. “Where?”

“Down the mountain, by the river.”

“Who was it?”

“Five bounty hunters. Obi-Wan could sense them coming. He told me to run.” Her chin began to tremble. “But I heard him scream so I went back.”

Only Hope by @/tessiete: Another series, again check out the individual summaries!

She Said The Word by @/the_obiwan_for_me:

In one universe, Jedi padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi is not asked to stay by the love of his life, Duchess Satine Kryze. We all know how that story goes.

In another, she said the word.

How is the galaxy effected when the great Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi never existed?

What does a galaxy torn to pieces look like with family man/consort to the Mandalorian Duchess Obi-Wan Kenobi in it?

#i hope this was helpful!!#obitine #obi wan x satine #fic rec

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(03) David Chiem - First Trial (DRDT - Milgram AU)

IMPORTANT: This had to be reposted due to technical issues (it wasn't showing up on tags). There were two votes on the original before I privated it to avoid confusion. Please check you've voted if this disclaimer wasn't there when you first saw the post.

Another entry in this crossover AU! This time David, with his VD Nebula, and his MV Star in the Night! Wait. David… MV? David MV? Oh God no not again I don’t wanna go back no-! (/joke)

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So for the content warnings, you know what, I’ll just make an universal list of all the content warnings I think the AU will need, hopefully I don’t miss anything. So, here are the universal CWs! Not all of them apply to David, but I do this to prevent sorta spoiling things in the CWs. In no particular order:

Universal CWs: Violent murder, suicide, self-harm, stabbing, strangling, poisoning, gun violence, fire, child abuse, animal death, bullying, road accidents, betrayals, transphobia, mass death, conspiracy to harm.

By the way, important note: when I originally made the Undercover post, I fucked up with his kill-shot. The victim was supposed to have one shoe off, and I forgot to mention it, oops. I’ve edited it, but just in case you hadn’t seen the edit, keep that in mind.

Voice Drama: Nebula

(Why is David so hard to write send help. Hope he's not too ooc)

*Footsteps*

Es: Hi!

David: Hello there! My name is David Chiem. A pleasure!

E: And I’m Es! Nice to meet you, David!

D: I hope you don’t mind me asking, but you are the Warden of Milgram, right?

E: That’s right! Why do you ask?

D: Well, I wanted to know if I could bring certain… issues, to your attention. After all, you are an authority figure here, from what I understand.

E: Oh! Of course! Is there something wrong? Are any of the other prisoners causing you trouble?

D: Oh, no! Nothing like that. It’s just, well. See, you’ve claimed every person here is a murderer, right?

E: That’s right, yeah.

D: Well, it seems there’s been a mistake. But don’t worry! I won’t hold it against you!

E: A mistake? What do you mean?

D: Well, how do I put this? I… have been wrongly imprisoned, you see. I’ve never… killed anyone.

E: Huh, really? You know, it’s funny. You’re not the first to say that.

D: Oh? Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were other innocent people here. But it’s fine! Mistakes can be corrected. It’s not difficult to change, if you’re willing to!

E: … Is that so? You know… you seem pretty calm about all this.

D: Hm, I guess you could say that. But it’s just who I am. See, I try to be as positive as I can, since I know there's a lot of people that don't get the privilege.

E: Really now? And you don’t think a situation like this merits being at least a little bit worried?

D: Ah, I guess so. I…am worried, deep down. But being negative can only make things worse, right? When it feels like everything else is against you, the least you can do is help yourself.

E: Hm…

D: A lot of the people here are extremely distressed, understandably so. And I have to think, well, these people might have bigger issues than me, yes? I live a pretty good life, I can look forward to returning to it whenever this all blows over. So it’s my responsibility to keep morale high!

E: Alright… And what does your life look like that you are seemingly so content with it?

D: Want to count my blessings, huh? Well, let’s see. Although I’m an only child, I have a good relationship with the rest of my family, and I have good connections with people outside of it as well. I consider myself talented, there are some things I’m quite good at! I am quite wealthy thanks to my work as a professional inspirational speaker, so I don’t have any financial concerns. In fact, one of the other murderers even recognized me!

E: Oh! What a coincidence!

D: Yeah, right? I was surprised too-

E: So why did you call them a murderer?

D: *Sputter* I’m sorry?

E: You said they were “one of the other murderers.” I thought you said you believed some of the others could have been wrongfully imprisoned? I would imagine someone as positive as you would only want to assume the very best, right?

D: *Sharp breath*

E: *Slightly smug* Not to mention, “other murderers?” I thought you hadn’t killed anyone, David.

D: Yes, that’s right! I’m- I’m sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.

E: Is that really it? You seem nervous about something.

D: *Nervous chuckle* Didn’t you tell me I should feel worried about my situation? But now you’re suddenly concerned with a bit of stress over false accusations. *Fake-sounding chuckle* You’re giving me contradictory information, Warden!

E: *Cheery* Well, at that point you hadn’t revealed you knew you were a murderer!

D: Huh? What do you mean, know I’m a murderer?

E: Well, sorry! But you are a murderer.

D: … Are you- Are you serious? I make one little mistake, just misspeak once, and you immediately assume the worst?

E: …

D: You know, things like this have happened before. People like to pretend I’ve said things I haven’t said, misinterpret actions and statements… That can hurt people, you know?

E: …

D: Just jumping to conclusions… all of you are the same. You hear only what you want to hear, and then decide I’m a murderer just because I misspoke-

E: No, that’s wrong.

D: …What?

E: I don’t think you’re a murderer just because of what you said. I just never believed you from the start. Again, sorry!

D: … Excuse me?

E: You are a prisoner in Milgram. That is all the proof I need to know your actions have led to someone’s death. Because of that, when you told me you weren’t a murderer, I knew there were only three options.

D: … Do enlighten me, please.

E: One option is that you are mistaken. Maybe you don’t consider what you did murder, when in the eyes of Milgram, it could be judged as such. The second is that you were lying to yourself, in an attempt to protect yourself from your actions.

D: …

E: The third is that you were lying to me.

D: …

E: That Freudian slip of yours was enough to tell me you do consider yourself a murderer. So you’re not mistaken, and you’re not lying to yourself. Therefore, you must have been lying to me!

D: … I see.

E: So you admit to it?

D: … Admit to it? Admit to what? Your reasoning only works if you assume this accursed prison can’t get things wrong, which is just delusional.

E: Perhaps you feel that way. Except, I know you don’t, since you consider the others murderers as well.

D: Will you just-?! *Deep breath*

E: Listen, David. I’m not mad at you. I understand your murder must have been traumatic-

D: I didn’t-

E: But lying and hiding it all isn’t going to help you here. I will find out the truth anyways, so being honest is probably your best bet!

D: Being- *Mix between a chuckle and a short wheeze* Do you even know what you’re asking me to do?

E: I don’t think I’m asking too much! Just tell me what you did and-

D: You really don’t understand anything, huh?

E: … Your eyes…

D: Oh? Are the stars gone? Yeah, they do that.

E: N-Nevermind that. What do you mean I don’t understand anything?

D: … Well. How do I put this? I can’t have you- You shouldn’t be allowed to know everything about my life, right? What gives you the right to invade my privacy? Nothing!

E: That’s unfortunate for you, then! I will find the truth, whether you like it or not.

D: … *sigh, his voice is filled with poison* You really are arrogant, huh?

E: … And you aren’t really as positive as you say, right?

D: …

E: David?

D: Ah! Apologies. It seems I was losing track of myself there. I apologize if I said something hurtful.

E: *Sputter* The stars-

D: In any case, if I may, I’ll once again state. Nothing I've ever done could be considered murder, and I wholeheartedly believe that.

E: But that's a lie.

D: Perhaps. But, you see... If you do find the truth…

E: …

D: Then you might as well just kill me on the spot!

*Machinery whirs*

E: Huh? Wait, what do you mean?

D: Oh, it seems the extraction process starts now, right? That’s unfortunate.

E: Wait, I still have questions! I just need more time!

D: Ha… well, we all want what we can’t have, I guess.

E: Huh?

D: Ah! Sorry, maybe that came off a bit depressing. In any case, I want to leave you with one last message, a quote from Shakespeare’s Othello.

E: What are you-

D: “To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on.”

E: Huh?

D: "Holding grudges and focusing on the past will only lead to misfortune." It is better to focus on the future and-!

E: Are you serious?! Stop trying to convince me into not doing my job! It’s not going to work.

MonoTV: Well, it sorta is! Why are you taking so long? We’re on a schedule here.

D: *Chuckle*

E: Urgh…

E: Prisoner 03, David Chiem, sing your sins!

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Trial 1 Cover: Magical Girl and Chocolate by PinnochioP

(Listen I saw the chance to play into the magical girl joke and had to do it)

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Music Video: Star in the Night

(By the way, I reference Chinese tally marks quite a bit, so here they are for reference. Also to clarify they are used in other countries but I'm calling them that because their origin is Chinese (from what I understand I hope I'm not getting this too wrong), I don't know if there's a better term for them, sorry)

(I also call out real books by name, which I hope isn’t too immersion breaking, but I felt it was fitting considering who we’re dealing with lol. Now the song)

[The music sounds like a pretty standard “inspirational” pop song. Think Firework by Katy Perry]

[David speaks the first few lines]

Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else! It’s the start of another wonderful day! Let us make the most of it! I hope you can trust me when I say, It will all be alright

The video starts on a shot of an empty stage, the front row seats barely visible around it. In the center stands David, who looks small in comparison to the stage. Several spotlights shine on him, his arms out beside him. He’s wearing his canon outfit (pre-CH2 EP11), as well as a white domino mask with golden highlights (the one from the thumbnail) over his eyes. He also wears a pin on his right, which looks like a pink camellia. A red dot is visible on the top left of the screen, alongside the word REC.

The camera slowly zooms in, and David puts his left hand over his chest as he continues talking. He smiles wide and bright as the opener ends, and the camera glitches.

[Now he starts singing. I’m still basing this off Firework tbh]

Waking up again, Watching the sun rise, (I) Another brand new start, Another breath of air! (II)

(I) We get a shot of David sitting up on a bed with a deep blue blanket decorated with stars. The walls are grey, but there’s a window with purple curtains in the background, which lets in sunlight. His head is off frame, but he’s reaching up towards it with his left hand. There’s a nightstand off to the left. On it we see a simple lamp, a photograph frame (the photograph is obscured), and a phone with a blue case. There’s a grey circle visible in the top left of the screen.

(II) We zoom in on the phone, the grey circle at the top right still visible. The phone screen lights up with a message.

Edward W.

Good morning. Remember we signed an agreement for an advertisement with…

After that message arrives, David’s hand appears on screen and grabs the phone.

Burning ever bright, the passion for your life. (I) Don’t ever put it down, And hope will never drown! (II)

(I) We’re back at the stage, the same scene as before, but now we’re looking at David’s back. The seats for the audience are visible, and on them sit a bunch of grey figures with no discernible features. The circle at the top left is red again, and once more the REC word appears next to it.

(II) Grey circle again, as we switch to a scene with a pure white background. A hand with the following bracelet appears from the top right, holding the white domino mask.

(Please pretend that's not the shittiest image ever made)

Another, smaller hand appears from the bottom left, grabbing the mask and taking it off screen.

[Pre-chorus, the instrumental builds]

See a quasar that now spins Emitting hope, emitting dreams! (I) The center, truly irrelevant When the light is all we see! So- (II)

(I) Grey circle. Back to a front-facing shot of David, who is holding the mask with his right hand. The shot starts with the mask covering the screen, but David swiftly brings the mask closer to him. His eyes lack stars. His expression is neutral-to-dead inside, and he looks down at the mask for a few seconds.

(II) He takes a breath. Then, he brings his head down at the same time he brings the mask up, covering his face with his hand. He holds that position for a moment, and as the song says “light”, spotlights begin shining on him. At the same time, the circle turns red with REC again. When the “so” plays, David brings his hand up and we zoom in as he points to the sky.

[Chorus!]

Tally up the good things like dots in the sky! (I) You’ll find there’s always hope if you’re willing to try! (II) And even when you feel that you’re lost in the dark, (III) Then I offer my advice, allow me in your heart And then let me be your star in the night! (IV)

(I) Thumbnail image, except the tally symbols start off as yellow dots that look like stars before turning into the tally symbols we see in said image.

(II) David continues singing, but we get different angles to make the shots a bit more interesting.

(III) Front-facing shot of David again. His right hand is over his chest as he sings with a slightly less enthusiastic smile. The stars in his eyes fade out. When the song says “dark”, there’s a quick flash to another scene. The background is now black instead of blue, and while David is standing in the same position, his appearance is a bit different. Hair clips off, messy hair, tie undone, black circles around his pupils. He’s wearing a black and blue domino mask, similar to the other one he was wearing before. The pink camellia pin has disappeared, but now he’s wearing a black rose pin on his left. He looks vaguely frustrated. The circle is grey.

(IV) After only a moment, we’re back to the previous scene, and David continues singing as the camera slowly zooms out. Just as the chorus ends, the camera glitches a bit. We see this for a moment:

(Okay so there was an image here, but it gets the post shadowbanned for unknowable reasons. I'll just put the image description here:

"David stands neutrally, with his white mask outfit. He's in front of a green screen on a grey wall. It looks as if he's being recorded by a camera which shows things such as the time of recording, the camera battery, the pixel size, etcetera. Red REC circle on the top left.")

Then, the camera suddenly goes dark with a bright flash at the center, as if it had been turned off.

[More spoken words]

There will be times in your life, when you feel that (I) you don’t have anything worth living for. (II) This will always be false. (III) Let me tell you some, uh, paraphrased quotes from books I like, which help me maintain a positive attitude! (IV)

(I) We see David from a POV to his right. He’s sitting on a comfortable looking blue and yellow chair as he talks with a calm smile, wearing the white mask and pin with the red REC circle visible. He’s in a small room, with star decorations hanging from the ceiling. On the blue walls, there’s a poster of David (white mask and all) holding a book with a big smile on his face, alongside some unreadable text. The book has David's face on the cover.

(II) The screen glitches, and we’re now looking at David from the left. He’s still sitting on a similar chair, except it’s black and purple. He’s back to his bed-hair, black mask, dark circles around pupils, black rose pin costume. He’s smirking as he talks. The background is completely black, but the circle is still red with REC.

(III) Screen glitches again, and we’re back at the same scene from (I).

(IV) We’re now in a different room, with a wooden floor and blue walls decorated with stars. Red circle with REC. The back of David’s head covers most of the screen, a hand with the same bracelet as before on his shoulder. In the background, there are four blurry, white silhouettes of people.

[Back to singing]

One: (I) Being harmed by cotton wool, Happiness scares the weak (II)

(I) We see a grey background with a horizontal line glowing bright yellow in the middle. There is a small table in the foreground, which shows a book with a pink cover and a black silhouette on front. The side reads “No Longer Human.”

(II) Red REC circle. We see one of the white silhouettes, with long hair, holding up a daisy flower as David (white mask) gives a thumbs up with a wide smile. The background is completely blue.

Two: (I) Our doubts, traitorous Make us lose what we may win (II)

(I) Same grey background as before, but now the glowing symbol in the background is the Chinese tally mark for 2. “No Longer Human” is still there, but now there’s a book standing next to it. It’s orange and has a scale on the front, alongside the words “Measure for Measure.”

(II) Grey circle. The screen is split in two. On the left, David without his hairpins (post-reveal hair), but also without a mask, is staring blankly at his phone. The background has the grey walls and purple curtains from his bedroom. On the right, we see someone in a suit with a pin which looks exactly like David’s hairpins accepting money being handed to them by a white silhouette. The white silhouette has similar pins on their other hand. The background there is blue.

Three: (I) Time and the hour, Run through even rough things (II)

(I) Same scene with the books, but now the symbol is the Chinese tally mark for 3 and there’s a new addition. A book with a red cover with a skull and a crown, labeled “Macbeth.”

(II) We see a white silhouette with short hair slouched over on a desk, in a dark room. They’re looking at a computer screen showing David’s white-masked, smiling face. The circle isn’t visible in its usual spot, but it’s on the computer screen, red with REC. The desk the computer is on has discarded candy wrappings all around the keyboard, as well as a white mug with a yellow star drawn on it.

Four: (I) Time soothes sorrows, Be content you have known me. (II)

(I) Book shot. The symbol is now the Chinese tally mark for 4. Apart from the books which were already there, there’s now a white book off to the side, with a small, stylized drawing of a person with blond hair and green clothes standing on a grey sphere. We can barely see the words “The Little Prince.”

(II) Another white silhouette in a blue background, a book with David's face on the cover beside them. Red REC circle. The silhouette is on the floor, their hand outstretched towards (white-mask) David, who is leaning down over them and offering them a hand with a placid smile. It looks as if David is trying to help them stand up.

Five: (I) There’s relief when you know, You won’t carry burdens, see…

(I) The same scene as before, except all the books are gone. The symbol in the background is the Chinese tally mark for 5. On the table stands a book with a dark cover showing a big house, with the title “And Then There Were None.”

(II) We see David’s face (white mask, but hair undone), with a smile that doesn’t reach his (starless) eyes, as he accepts his usual hairpins being handed to him by a hand with the previously shown bracelet.

[Pre-chorus]

And there is so much, so much more (I) So many reasons to carry on (II) Even when the world’s against you You just have to find your hope! (III) So (IV)

(I) Back to the scene with the comfortable looking chair for a moment. Red REC circle again.

(II) Grey circle. We see David’s back (post-EP11 hair) as he looks out the window of his bedroom, which shows a pitch black sky, the purple curtains framing the shot.

(III) David walks off frame, but his reflection remains still on the window. It’s David with the black mask outfit, smirking.

(IV) Screen glitches, and the window disappears, but David (black mask) is still there, on a black background. The circle turns red with REC, and spotlights begin shining on him.

(I) David (still black mask, black rose pin, black circles around pupils, no hairpins and post-CH11 hair) points up, the camera zooms in on his hand. It quickly goes back to showing his full upper body, he’s still smirking. The background remains completely black, but the circle is still red with REC.

(II) We zoom in a bit. David tilts his head and rolls his eyes behind his mask.

(III) We change to the back of David’s head. We see the four white silhouettes on the black background, looking as taken aback as silhouettes can look.

(IV) Screen glitches, we see a side shot of white mask David holding his hand out with a bright smile. Screen glitches again, now black mask David is standing in the same position.

(V) We see this:

[There’s a small guitar solo, as the music suddenly switches to a very fast-paced rock style instrumental. David can be heard laughing]

Still with his black mask outfit, David sits down on the same comfortable looking purple and black chair from before. He’s laughing.

[The next lines are sung very quickly]

One: (I) I wonder, does it make me a villain… (II) Two: (III) If I choose to discard the ideal? (IV) Three: (V) Should I regret what is true now? (VI) Four: (VII) Is it my fault? Does it make me inhuman? (VIII) Ah… hahaha! … (IX) “Correct” (X)

(I) Back to the grey background with a table in the foreground. We again see a horizontal line glowing bright yellow in the background, but now there’s a withered daisy laying on top of the table.

(II) Screen is split, the circle is gone. To the left, David (black mask) has his mouth open in a smirk as he points to his head in a finger gun gesture. There is blood on his hand. To the right, we see the long haired white silhouette’s head laying on the ground with their head turned to the side, a splatter of a pink liquid under it.

(III) Grey background with Chinese tally mark for 2 glowing. The withered daisy is still there, but now there’s also a broken pin beside it which looks very similar to David’s.

(IV) Screen is split again. To the right, a side shot of David holding his now bloodied neck with both hands, again with a big smirk. To the left, another white silhouette laying on the ground, face down with their hands to their sides, and without any pink liquid visible.

(V) Chinese tally mark for three on the grey background. Alongside the withered daisy and the pin, we see the broken pieces of a white mug with a star drawn on it.

(VI) In the bottom left, a shot from David’s left, where he’s giving a thumbs down with a bloody hand, the blood still on his hands and neck. On the top right, another white silhouette laying on a pool of pink liquid on the ground, their limbs bent in unnatural positions.

(VII) Chinese tally mark for 4 in the grey background. Alongside the other objects, we see the book with David's face. It’s completely drenched in water, several pages ripped out and strewn around the table.

(VIII) To the right, a side shot of David pinching his nose, still smirking. On the left, another of the white silhouettes lays on the ground with their head tilted to the side, again without pink liquid.

(IX) We see David’s upper body as he stands up and cackles, throwing his arms out to the sides. As the laugh trails off, the screen glitches. David changes a bit. His hairstyle turns into his pre-Ch11 hairstyle, but he doesn’t have the hairpins. His eyes have neither stars nor dark circles around the pupils, though he does have eyebags. He’s not wearing a mask or a pin, and his tie is undone. He’s looking at the camera with a horrified expression. The grey circle returns. The screen fades to black as the laugh fully disappears and there’s silence for a moment.

(X) An image fades in from the black. It’s the same table from before, but lit more dimly. The grey background shows the Chinese tally symbol for five written in blood. The only thing in the table is the bracelet, stained with blood.

[Bridge, the instrumental slows down again]

Count up my mistakes, like stars in daylight. You will find “me” again, if you’re willing to try. And even when it feels it’s all lost to the dark (I) Then I beg you, I beg you… (II)

(I) Screen fades in again, and we see David standing in the stage from chorus one. Grey circle, no spotlights. The shot is zoomed out, so David’s face is impossible to see, but his arms are to his side neutrally, and his head is tilted down. His hairpins and chest pins are missing, and his tie is undone. There is a stool next to him, the white mask laying on it.

As he stands still, words appear behind him, slowly rising from the ground and scrolling to the top of the screen.

CREDITS

Main cast:

Chiem D. 正 Williams E.

Producers:

Chiem D. Williams E. MILGRAM

Script-writing:

Williams E. Chiem D.

Camera Operator:

Chiem D.

Original Idea:

Chiem D.

Special Thanks:

Background Characters:

As the credits scroll, David brings his hands to his chest and fumbles around a bit. When he moves them away, his tie is now done correctly and his pink camellia pin is back up. He then takes something out of his pocket, and brings his hands to his hair. After removing the hands, his hair pins are back up.

(II) Right as “Background Characters” appears on screen, we cut. Zoom in on the white mask on the stool, and David grabs it. Shot switches to David’s face, his eyes closed and mouth pressed in a thin line. He slaps the mask on his face, and quickly swipes his hand up. As he does, his mouth twists into a big smile, the circle turns red with REC, and the spotlights begin shining on him again.

Tally up the good things like dots in the sky! You’ll find there’s always hope if you’re willing to try! And even when you feel that you’re lost in the dark, (I) Then I offer my advice, (II) allow me in your heart (III) And then let me be your star in the night! (IV)

(I) The camera zooms out slightly to show David’s upper body, as he points up. The credits behind him now start scrolling backwards (top to bottom). He’s singing cheerily, but there are no stars in his eyes. Right as he says “lost in the dark”, the credits fully disappear from the screen.

(II) Cut to the ‘正’ symbol, written in blood, on a grey wall. Grey circle.

(III) David’s hands appear on frame, holding a mirror with a golden frame. He puts it over the ‘正’ symbol, covering it completely. In the reflection, we see white mask David frowning at the mirror with starless eyes.

(IV) Screen glitches, and we’re back to the same screen as before (white mask - no stars - spotlights - red REC circle - stage). David finishes singing, but he’s still breathing quickly.

[Instrumental begins to wind down]

The camera zooms out as David continues breathing heavily.

Let me be your star in the night!

The camera fades to static before suddenly cutting off.

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MonoTV: On the topic of inspirational speaking, do you need any encouragement?

Es: Uhm, I guess it couldn’t hurt?

M: Too bad! I’m not gonna be nice to you!

E: Who are you talking to again?

M: The only encouragement I’ll ever give you is when it comes time to cast your verdict. And speaking of that, it’s… g

VOTING TIME!!!

#drdt #david chiem #milgram #drdt milgram crossover au

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-Slide across the floor- Hi~. Can I ask, a Scenario with the dorm leaders with a shy, gentle and scared gn child MC who has a face full of scars and marks from a fatal accident, something similar to Sally Face, and mc wears a prosthesis face. Thanks for the attention, here have cookies and milk, you deserve.🥛🍪

What an incredibly specific ask. I admire that you know exactly what you want. Hopefully this can reach your expectations. I’m gonna be honest I managed to only graze the Sally Face fandom years ago on TikTok and I didn’t really know much about it before now because it seemed really unnerving to me. I’ve also never played the game, but I did read the wiki a bit and I think I have an idea of what you’re after. I also just picked a few dorm leaders because…it’s a lot of writing

Face the music

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Kalim, Malleus

Tw// body horror, medical talk, children, bullying, crying, low self esteem, rude comments on appearance, crying

Rating: R (potentially disturbing content ahead)

Every student in Night Raven College seemed to freeze upon the last of the students be sorted by the dark mirror. There stood a small child, absolutely drowning in ceremonial robes, standing before the dark mirror.

A child was a weird enough occurrence, but what really made everyone freeze was their face. Instead of skin, there sat a smooth white false face, similar to a Venetian masquerade mask. The eyes behind it seemed to glow with the shadows that deepened them.

“Remove your mask, child.” The dark mirror commanded, “I cannot see you properly. Your spirit shape is hidden from my gaze. Let your reflection be clear to me.”

As the child removed their mask, the dark cavern of the room filled with shocked gasps, then dead air.

“Ah yes, there you are, child. Now, let’s see…”

Riddle

Riddle has always had a soft spot for children, but he won’t like, the scarred face of the magicless child made him…unnerved. It was clear something was wrong with them, but he couldn’t quite manage to psych himself up enough to ask.

But they never seemed to mind, all in all. Even with the rude comment or occasional taunt, they always responded kindly from behind that mask, and never seemed to raise their voice or snap. They obeyed every order from their teachers, they did well in classes (how were they actually attending college? Clearly they were incredibly bright, or the teachers were giving them easier work) and they obeyed all 810 of the Queen’s laws when Riddle checked on them.

He often pulled them aside to have tea breaks with them, and never quite managed to relax whenever they pulled off their mask to eat a scone or tart.

“Little one, do your features bother you?” Escaped his lips before he could think twice, and he flushed bright red in embarrassment

“It doesn’t make life any easier.” Was the child’s reply, “I don’t like the way people flinch from me, if that’s what you mean.”

Riddle took a moment to think, staring deeply at them for a moment before reaching forward to remove the child’s mask carefully, placing it on the counter, “You won’t have to wear that around me anymore. And…”

He tilted his head to the side, surveying their face. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he had thought - it was mostly scarring, though their lips pulled back permanently to show their teeth, and there seemed to be a dent in their jaw.

“My parents are very prolific medical healers,” he began nervously, “If you’d like prosthetics more specific to your features, I’m sure my family has adequate contacts for that. But - ah, no pressure, of course.”

For months they had quiet, maskless tea parties. They talked of everything, from the Queen of hearts to cabbages and kings.

“Riddle? You mentioned a…a different prosthetic face. Is that…is that still something you would be willing to do for me?” The child looked at him with hopeful eyes from behind their teacup, taking a sip (pinkies out!)

Riddle nodded, “if that’s what you’d like, then yes.”

“I’d like that, please. If that’s okay.”

Riddles smile softened and nodded. It was a good reason to deal with his parents, wasn’t it?

Leona

Let’s be clear, Leona hates kids. Like a lot. And…okay, you don’t exactly have cuteness going for you.

It takes the magicless child confidently walking up to him and taking his hand while he’s overblotted before he acknowledges their existence. It’s also that one action that snaps him out of it.

He watched as their skin cracks from the dryness and heat, yet they down let him go. Instead, they lower his mask and stare at him with teary eyes, begging him to come back.

He let the blot leave him then, because even if he didn’t like the kid - he couldn’t bring himself to hate them, either.

He starts seeing them around Savanaclaw more, always with Jack or Ruggie and doing something like running or helping with chores or sometimes just resting. It seems the more they’re around, the less they wear the mask.

It makes sense to the beastmen that they wouldn’t. Their face is painted with battle scars, and they’re relaxed and at home in a sense here. Masks are only used for fighting, but everyone readily accepts their scarring.

Leona’s in the lounge, playing chess by his lonesome again, when the child walks up to him.

“Housewarden Leona? Can I play with you?”

He raised an eyebrow and said nothing, instead jerking his head to the other side of the chess board.

They played in silence, and the kid could really hold their own. Not against Leona, of course, he’s had many years of practice, but even when he wins the child just smiles and thanks him for letting them play.

It’s another instance when Leona’s wandering around after one of his catnaps that he sees The Kid, Ruggie, Kalim, and Rook all sitting on the ground in the courtyard in front of the school, with pots or paint and brushes out. He sees the kid without their mask, laughing with the group as he slinks his way over.

He peeks over Kalim’s shoulder to find the group doing arts and crafts. Specifically, Rook and Ruggie are painting the kid’s mask, while Kalim is painting his face with silvery-white and deep kohl black paints in intricate designs.

Ruggie and Rook are painting a design on the mask, one that Leona recognizes as a symbol of strength. The left half is the face of a lion, in sienna orange and black, and the other half appears to be random doodles that he imagines were done by the kid themself.

When The Kid looks up at him and smiles, and Kalim turns to do the same, he thinks he might hack up a hairball from all the sweetness.

“Oi, Little Warrior, how come you didn’t invite me to do arts and crafts?” He plops down behind the kid, pulling them into his lap as he begins to do their hair in intricate braids.

Kalim

Kalim isn’t shocked because he finds the child’s face disturbing or anything of that sort - he’s shocked because clearly someone did something. Those aren’t the kind of scars you’re born with, they’re the ones you gain from harm.

Instantly, he claims the kid as his, and it’s no surprise. They’re practically two peas in a pod. They’re both sweet and have a gentle disposition, they both love playing, and they both have childlike wonder that persevered from bad experiences.

They honestly might be the only two to properly get each other - sure, plenty of other people at NRC have had trauma, but it’s different when it was an attempt to kill you. So when the child informs Kalim of what happened, he instantly understands and empathizes. He was poisoned a couple times when he was younger, he gets it. It sucks, doesn’t it?

He’s honestly rather oblivious to whether or not the kid is wearing their mask, because it almost seems like he’s seeing through them.

One day magicless student asked Kalim about his kohl and his henna tattoos. Kalim was instantly overjoyed and called over Jamil because oh my seven, Jamil’s henna skills are amazing, you should let him do some on you, it’s awesome!

Kalim himself offers doesn’t even ask, just starts doing it to do kohl on them. The kid doesnt seem to mind, instead just holding still with a little smile as the two work on dolling them up.

It’s a few months in before Kalim realizes just how unnerved and upset other students are around the child. Whispers of how creepy is that kid, always wearing a mask… don’t you remember orientation? That scarring haunts my dreams. Kalim has zero patience for that and immediately says what’s on his mind before he can think too clear.

When you just shrug it off and take his hand to tug him to the cafeteria, he’s confused. He doesn’t want people being mean to him, you’re his little friend! Why are you stopping him? When you just say “I understand their feelings, it’s okay.” His heart breaks in two and he almost starts crying. He holds it together though, instead just scooping you up to carry you off to the cafeteria to eat.

Speaking of, Kalim is excellent because when you’re too nervous to ask for something, he’s always there to ask for you! If you can’t reach something, he’s got it! And if you ever wanna go and dance in the rain and the sands, he’s more than happy to grant your wish. Just call him your personal genie.

Malleus

Malleus wasn’t at orientation. He had no idea of what was going on until Lilia brought in a small human-looking creature that was almost completely still in his arms, and wearing a eggshell white mask.

“Lilia? Have you found a rather large doll?”

When the little human begins to laugh and starts moving, he’s actually a little surprised. He suspected that whatever was in Lilia’s arms was sentient, but hadn’t realized it was actually human.

Lilia takes care of the beastie most, to Malleus’s disappoint and relief. For whatever reason, the child seems to agitate Sebek to no end, and the Diasomnia members part for them in the same manner they do for Malleus.

Ah, yes, he understands. Fear. The students are afraid of a child, for what? Simply wearing a mask?

It’s late one night and he can’t seem to find sleep, or perhaps it can’t find him. He decides to get up and check on everyone to make sure they’re sleeping fine before he heads out to wander the school grounds near that ramshackle dorm. He cracks open everyone’s door, peeking in at Sebek and Silver, sleeping soundly, looking through Lilia’s doorway to find him gaming into the wee hours of the morning with a fond smile, then finally to the little cubby beneath the stairs to check on the tiny human.

He had never seen their face before, and nearly recoils at the sight. There laid the tiny, bright, kind, gentle little beastie they had taken in, sleeping soundly, with a disfigured face. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of aching and anger. He reached down, gently stroking along the scar crossing from jaw to cheekbone across their face, frowning. What could be the cause? Who had done this?

But those thoughts left his mind when the child of man nuzzled their way into his grasp, letting out a soft little sigh, still asleep.

He didn’t leave for a walk that night, instead he kept guard over you. If something like this could happen before he knew you, who was to say it couldn’t happen again now?

Malleus is probably the gentlest of the group, every hug with the softest pressure, every pat on the hair a feather light touch. He remembers how fragile humans are every time he sees the beastie, the memory of the night he discovered your face burned behind his Eyelids.

The faerie prince cherishes every moment with this human, the awareness of every moment passing and how fast time is making him savor every second.

He finds you crying, once, at a mirror. When he asks what’s wrong and you answer “I’m ugly” he’s distraught. He doesn’t want you to feel that way - he cherishes you, don’t you know that, child of man? - but he knows he could make it go away.

“Child, if you desire, I could…I could change your appearance. Perhaps not forever, but if you wish for it, I can make it so. While I don’t see anything wrong with your looks, I can understand if you are…unsatisfied with them. But to me, child of man, I find you quite adorable.”

He holds you firmly when you spin around to hug him, sobbing into his dorm uniform, shaking with your cries. He rubs your back and stays there, silent, for as long as you need.

“Thank you, Hornton, I’ll think about it. You’re the bestest friend ever.”

He smiles at you, something soft for your eyes only. This is disrupted when Lilia announces that dinner is almost ready, though, and he quickly changes tactics to getting you the hell out of there so Lilia doesn’t poison you.

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