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Did you hear of the news?
I have. :(
Everyone else has their tributes so, here, a summary of my experience with Dragon Ball.
I was in fourth grade art class. A kid had the February 2005 issue of Shonen Jump, back when Shonen Jump was still physically printed here. I recognized Atem on the front cover because the Blockbuster around the corner from our house had DVDs (I think they were DVDs and not VHSs then since I distinctly remember it having a menu and special features) of some of the later episodes of Duelist Kingdom and my brother and I watched them on repeat. So I was like oh, hey, what's this? They make books of that stuff? I don't remember the conversation but the kid ended up giving me that issue, and I took it home with me.
There were a LOT of significant, groundwork things happening in that issue, now that I think about it. We were just beginning to see Sanji truly in action against Pearl. The Dark Tournament was in it's early stages still with Roto fucking around and finding out against Kurama. Sakura shears off her hair in a move that rearranged sexualities the world over. The reason Atem was on the cover was because Yu-Gi-Oh Millennium World was just debuting its first and second chapter. Bleach wasn't even serialized yet. And Dragon Ball, of course, was also there, about a hundred and fifty chapters ahead of everybody else.
Keep in mind that this was my first experience with manga, period. So my very first experience with Dragon Ball opened on this:
and ended on this:
Yeah. Truth be told, at the time Yu Yu Hakusho piqued my interest more than Dragon Ball (a guy fighting with plants? how creative!) but I never did forget these chapters. I thought the art style was so different from the others.
At some point after this, probably between several months and a year and a half, the TV happened to be on one evening when Toonami was airing Dragon Ball Z. Oh hey, I said, I recognize that art, I know those characters. So I hung around and watched some of episode 281. Two things about watching that episode stick with absolute crystal clarity in my mind to this day. Firstly: Buu choking Vegeta out with his arm freaked me the FUCK out as a child. I could not tell you why I had a fear reaction to it but hey, there you go. The second is this:
Specifically I remember 'You died once. If anything happens to you now, you won't exist anymore. There'll be nothing I can do to bring you back.' Not precisely word for word over the years, but Schemmel's tone of voice on this particular lineread. If I had to guess I'd say it was because at that point in my life, uh, death was kinda permanent? So wait, what do you mean died ONCE. Doesn't that apply to everyone?
This still wasn't enough to get me super invested in it though, it just didn't seem like something that would appeal to me that much. So a couple years go by, I don't think about it all that much, and then of course, TFS hits the scene and drops DBZ Abridged. So you know. As a shithead middle schooler with a shithead sense of humor I thought it was the best damn thing since sliced bread. (My biggest character flaw is that I still think a lot of Season 1 is genuinely funny)
And that was really the extent of my interaction with the franchise for the next several years. Say what you will about DBZA but they did manage to put it all together such that someone who had a nonexistent concept of what the original context was could grok it with not a lot of effort. Some time in high school, I think I was around 15, I decided to bite the bullet and read all the manga, as much to increase the funny factor of DBZA as sheerly for the sake of being able to say I had. Stick it to the other weebs, y'know. Now they can't say I didn't know anything about good anime. This was unfortunately at a time when all that was available online were dirty poor-quality scans and questionable translations, but read it I did. I went 'yep, that sure is about what I expected', and proceeded to get on with my life. GT came and went, I looked up and saw Battle of Gods coming out and went 'oh hey that's still a thing huh', kinda was peripherally aware of all the divisiveness of Super as it was happening, didn't really pay it much attention, just stuck to DBZA and quite a lot of wiki-ing.
And then, this time of year about three years ago now, in the middle of conversation with @prophecydungeon, Dragon Ball somehow came up. Something to do with 'Even though I'm not hugely into DBZ's story or whatever Toriyama does have some great character designs' (yes I was referring to Vegeta and Future Trunks at the time, no i will not stop being predictable, yes i am a parody of myself). They eventually brought up the DBS Broly movie and said, and i quote: 'that was a solid 1.5h of unbelievably fun and wacky animation'. Having seen the Gogeta vs Broly part of it on twitter and been like 'damn that animation's kinda off the hook actually, good for them good for them', my response was to be like. Oh word? I've got a spare hour and a half to kill, sure, fuck it, why not, time to watch DBS Broly.
I think that movie was precision crafted to hit me in the hyperfixation, if we're being honest. Opening on a solid 20 minutes of Lore and Worldbuilding and then having most of the rest of the runtime being mindless slobberknocker fun by way of some of the hardest animation flexes ever? I was done for.
In summation. I have been aware of Dragon Ball for a lot of my life, in that its presence was pervasive and enduring as I grew up. I may have been late to the game of actually wholeheartedly enjoying it, but enjoy it I do. Dragon Ball is the roots of a vast tree of anime, and in reading it I began to understand why that is. I respect it for that, and I love it for that. My current fixation may have shifted, but as far as time devoted to one individual thing goes... it took me a year and a half to watch my way through all of the anime and read all of the manga. ALL of it. So there's something good in there, I'd say.
#rip to a legend#text from the mod#tangentially related: i am not actually dead#it's just that between school and my job and the pirate brainrot#(the previous four months of which was feverishly consumed with a 16k word project)#i have had neither time nor impetus to make dragon ball funnies#there is also the fact that my stupid autism brain is still fuming over the website changes#that have fucked up the Aesthetique of the text posts and made them much more annoying to get in a usable form#thus adding steps to what was a simple and comfortable process#and aforementioned idiot dumb brain has not stopped pitching a bitch fit over the inconvenience.#i know it's a stupid hangup. believe me i am fully aware. but there is so little i can do about it#so i am sorry about my long absence. i really truly am.#especially to the asks that have been chillin in my inbox for all this time now#it's just that they're interesting questions that deserve me giving 100% of my brainpower to them ya feel#i want to devote appropriate attention to these little funnies and not phone it in or half ass it LOL
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Explaining the Coinjoin adding process on Trezor.io/start
It is not always simple to select the wallet that is ‘The One’ for your crypto assets that will surely protect your funds from all the cyber security attacks. Most of the wallets do claim that they would protect the assets from the said attacks. But we all know that it is easier said than done. So, amidst all this chaos, which wallet a trader should opt for? This is the question of all the time, and no one probably has the answer to it. But do not worry, we are now here to provide you with the appropriate answer that might help in your decision-making.
The best wallet that you will not regret investing in is Trezor.io/start. This is a hardware device, that keeps your assets here for however long you want them to. In this blog, we will overgo some of the important terminologies related to this wallet.
What is the Coinjoin?
It is an optional feature that increases the privacy of your Bitcoin transactions mainly. Some of you might not know that Bitcoin is not entirely private. Thus, whenever you will try to make a transaction with Bitcoin it will be difficult to keep it private on a blockchain network. This enables your transactions on Trezor.io/start traceable by the hackers. However, with the use of this Coinjoin feature, you might be able to protect those transactions.
How to add Coinjoin in Trezor Suite?
To add the Coinjoin account to the Trezor Suite account you will to install this application first. And the link to the application installation is https://trezor.io/start. Once you have the application follow the below dictated steps and learn the adding procedure of Coinjoin:
Open the installed Trezor Suite application first.
In the menu bar, go to the My Accounts option and then press the Plus sign given on the right side.
The screen will present you with the Account Type option, and you will have to select the Coinjoin button.
Again press the Add Account button.
Now your Trezor will ask you to grant permission to the Coinjoin Account. And if you are ready for it then allow access.
With this, you’ve successfully connected your Coinjoin Account to the Trezor.io/start suite application. On the official website, you might find the link to the blog page explaining the same procedure in even more detail.
Conclusion!
We hope that you were able to successfully connect your account of Coinjoin with trezor.io/start link of the suite app. We understand that you might have to face some trouble while going through the process. And therefore, to help you out, we have the customer support service enabled for you. Additionally, if you do not feel comfortable enough to contact the customer support service, you can ask for advice from the existing users. In the end, we would recommend you use this crypto wallet as it is the only wallet that can protect your assets at all odds.
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What Provokes To Go For Bathroom Renovations
Go for the right Bathroom Renovations Melbourne Company to get more promising results for your renovation project.
First of all, you’ve made a good decision by being involved in the remodeling projects. Most property owners thought it is an expensive move which is not necessary. But actually, it is not like that.
How many days are you troubled with a single or small bathroom? It really pushes you to the stress when you have friends and relatives at home. In that case, renovating is a vital part of the home.
Achieve a spacious and functional bathroom with simple actions. The renovation makes you feel more relaxed from installing non-slippery tiles to replacing your vanity, shower, and more. You can change everything, but it depends on your budget and requirements.
Why go for Bathroom Renovation? Here are the reasons!
Uplifting Look
Approach an excellent Bathroom Renovations Melbourne to uplift overall look.
When you start the renovation, you can give many colors and fashion changes to the bathroom while installing tiles. Simply say goodbye to the cracked and outdated tiles in the bathroom. It gives a clean and inviting look, and you can also escape from the odor that builds up on the floor and wall.
To Resolve Plumbing And Electrical Problems
Plumping issues often happen when it comes to older bathrooms. It begins with leaky pipes and develops an odor in your painted walls. Paints might slowly peel, and tiles break due to this reason.
Hence, consult Tiling Services Melbourne professionals to eliminate these little problems with efficient tiles. Water-resistant tiles support you in a good way.
Add Value To Your Property
The bathroom is the smallest room in the home; do you want to make it bigger? Then, a renovated bathroom is valuable, and you can opt comfort countertop, vanity, and more. Additionally, various types of pattern tiles help you to change it to a bigger space. Your home’s value will increase as much as 20%.
Ensure Safety
You know what, certain hazards in the bathroom can’t be easy for the younger people. They make them feel uncomfortable whenever injuries or accidents they have. Therefore, you can install safety features such as
Walk in shower
Slip-resistant flooring
Add Another Bathroom
All know that older homes have only bathrooms, which is also outdated. You can’t be happy to welcome a guest if your home has no specialties. In that case, simply go with renovation to bring your older home to new standards. Create a comfort level by adding another bathroom to your property.
Get Functional Bathroom
If the bathroom becomes the new standard, there are no doubt these lifestyle changes bring you peace. The renovation process meets your needs of tiling options as per requirement. You can install those that are easier to clean, waterproof, decorative, and have more choices for better functionality. Also, bring the changes in the tubs, sinks, and mirrors.
Remove Mold And Mildew
If the bathroom is not ventilated, it leads to suffer from water leaks. It can cause mold build-up and floors to rot in walls and floors. Your family may mourn from various symptoms like allergies and complications. Thus, renovate the bathroom with eco-friendly changes from tiles to the entire
Lighting Fixtures
Mirrors
Cabinets
Shower Wall And More
Create A Specious Bathroom With Lifestyle Needs
Enlarging the bathroom is one of the main reasons to go for bathroom renovation. Add space for storage with the right accessories and enjoy the newly updated tiling options. Most owners go with their individual lifestyle changes in their bathroom. It helps you with a safer bathroom environment.
For all these, contact an expert who supports you with the best renovation project results. This simple step ensures the property value, enhances the appearance, and more changes.
Sum Up
MST Melbourne Superior Tiling is one of the best Bathroom Renovations Melbourne Company. The experts ensure a functional and stunning bathroom with a wide range of tiling supplies. They support you with premium quality renovation with unique plans and offer free initial consultation. So embrace peace with better project results.
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How to Choose a Secure Taxi Service in Indore?
With the rise of ride-sharing apps, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to choose a safe and secure taxi service in Indore. With so many options available, how do you know which one is right for you? Here are some tips to help make sure your next ride is as safe and secure as possible:
1) Research the Company: Before booking a taxi with any company, do your research first! Look into their safety ratings online or read customer reviews about their services. Make sure they have an established track record of providing reliable rides that meet all safety standards before booking them for your journey.
2) Check Driver Credentials: All reputable companies should have background checks on drivers and other personnel involved in running the business - including vehicle maintenance staff and customer support representatives - before hiring them onto their team. Ask questions like “What kind of screening process does this company use?” or “Does this driver carry insurance?” These simple steps can ensure that you get a quality experience when riding with someone from these companies instead of having any potential risks associated with an unknown driver without proper credentials or qualifications behind him/herself.
3) Vehicle Maintenance & Cleanliness: Reputable companies will also maintain high standards when it comes to keeping vehicles clean inside and out – both inside cabins (seats & floor mats) as well as outside exteriors (doors & windows). They should also regularly check up on engine oil levels, brakes, tires, etc., making sure everything works properly at all times. This ensures passenger comfort while traveling in such cabs along with ensuring better fuel efficiency too!
4) Fare Transparency: Good cab services will be transparent about fares charged per kilometer traveled by customers upfront during bookings themselves – thus avoiding any confusion later on after reaching destination points where passengers may feel cheated upon being asked higher amounts than what was initially promised earlier. It is important to look out for such fare transparency policies while selecting taxis from different operators around town!
Also Read: taxi from Indore to Bhopal
5) Safety Features: Some good cab operators provide additional features like GPS tracking systems installed within cabs so that customers can monitor real-time location updates throughout journeys taken by them; emergency buttons which could be used in case passengers find themselves stranded somewhere; panic alarms etc., again adding extra layer over security measures already put into place by respective firms operating these fleets across city limits!!
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Why Should There Be A Switch To Bamboo Intimate Wear
Be it a sweaty summer, a cozy winter, or comfortable monsoon wear - whatever the occasion and weather - the first checklist starts with intimate wear - bras, panties, and camis. When you say undergarments, we seek sweat-free, comfy, quick-drying fabrics.
Over the years, cotton has been our go-to undergarment fabric because of its breathability. But did you watch the trend of bamboo thriving in fabrics and apparel? Quintessentially, into the world of intimate wear, leaving no style and comfort unturned.
What about bamboo fabric? Why should someone switch to bamboo intimate wear? Scroll down! We got you covered.
What is Bamboo Fabric?
What strikes your mind if you close your eyes and imagine a bamboo fabric? Wood? Fiber? Some rough brownish cloth? Ah! How about this? Natural and eco-friendly, bamboo fiber is the 21st century's new textile material, all thanks to its impressive properties. For starters, bamboo is 100% biodegradable. From nature, to nature.
It grows under suitable conditions without pesticides, bamboo is a sustainable resource. Also, let's tell you this: bamboo is grass, not wood as you see it. As a result, it takes less time to grow and mature than normal trees. It develops into a strong and durable material within 4-5 years and is ready for harvest.
The harvest is then sent to a mill, bathed with sodium hydroxide solution to dissolve its cellulose. Carbon disulfide is added next, followed by fiber extraction. The final step is to clean, bleach, and dry the fibers. Bamboo pulp is processed like this to produce long, clear, and firm fibers.
Bamboo can grow really fast. What? Not believing? It can grow up to 3 feet in a day. While bamboo has historically been used for structural purposes, technology has enabled bamboo fiber to be used in a variety of textile and fashion applications. Modern-day bamboo clothes are challenging veteran fabric rulers like silk and cotton.
Why should you switch to bamboo intimate wear?
There are countless reasons to prefer bamboo inner wear. Its luxuriously-soft texture and Eco-friendly attributes make bamboo intimates a must-have. What's more? It has got to offer a lot to your body. Check them out!
A healthier choice from you to the intimate you!
Bamboo underwear is healthier, which makes it a popular choice for many people. It contains a natural antibacterial and anti fungal bio-agent so that your intimate wear is non-infectious. Not just that, it also makes it odor-resistant. An absolute must for undergarments! The fibers in bamboo create micro spaces that can wave out the moisture. So, no sweat, no itching, no rashes.
Comfortable fabric
Metamorphically and literally, the vital part we seek in intimate wear is comfort. Bamboo intimate wear ticks that list first with its airy, ultra smooth, and gentle fabric texture. Adding to it is the thermoregulating nature it holds. The result will be a cool summer and a warm winter. The no-static character helps you stay non-clingy to your inner wear.
Highly suitable for all skin types
We know the struggle of people with sensitive skin. It's not easy to find a fabric match. A simple wrong choice can cause allergic reactions, rashes, eczema, and intimate acne. But the good news that comes along is bamboo fabric is the best alternative for even super sensitive skin. The fibers are a natural blend with all skin types and sensitivities. Ola!
Does UV protection only apply to the face? Your skin is now covered too!
Not just your face; your body needs an SPF too! And what if we say the best shield from UV rays is bamboo? No, we aren't joking here. Bamboo comes with inbuilt UV protection layers in its fibers. It can filter out as much as 97.5% of harmful UV rays. Thus, it is essential for your skin, especially when you get to soak in sun rays for a more extended period.
Maintenance free? - Woah! Add a point.
How many times have you worn a washed cotton dress just as it is? Wrinkled cloth? No way, right? Cotton needs regular maintenance like starch, ironing, specific wash patterns, etc. But bamboo blesses you by waving them all away. There is no need to iron bamboo clothing. Despite frequent washings, bamboo fibers hold their shape remarkably well, making the fabric nearly wrinkle-proof.
Bamboo knows there's no planet B.
Sustainability is the need of the hour, and bamboo adheres to its rules. If the bamboo fabric is made in accordance with environmental protocols, it is 100% biodegradable. What else with an eco-friendly choice? Enjoy a wide range of bamboo intimate wear guilt-free. Now we know your next question. In the market with a variety of brands claiming to be bamboo made, which is a reliable brand?
The Putchi! An award-winning pure bamboo twin knit technology brought to you with a wide range of products for women. The range starts with bamboo intimate wear to dresses, salwar suits to festive wear, and more! Putchi believes in women cherishing every phase of their life. Pregnancy & nursing collections are their best go-to. Comfortable, thermoregulating, and UV-protected, they feature sustainable, antimicrobial, wicking fabric. So, what are you waiting for? Grab your bamboo intimate wear today!
To know more: https://theputchi.com/blogs/birth-of-putchi/why-should-there-be-a-switch-to-bamboo-intimate-wear
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To continue, a key necessary to understand the inversion over CM1 was realizing the root of the expansion of CM64 by the powers of 10 reaches past the apparent level to CM.1. That’s 0.1 or 10^-1 to be clear. That is ‘within’ or ‘inside’ CM1. We spent a tremendous amount of effort on this idea years ago, but I was never able to buy the result. That is, it seems obvious that ‘within CM1’ is not less than 0, that it’s fractional to 1, but why 0.1 instead of .999 something? Since we now have Dimensional Reduction, we can see that 10 to 1 to .1 is exactly that: an SBE3+1 process which describes the 1’s at each level. To get to .99, we have to construct, add, or somehow make that .1 bigger or that 1 smaller. But both of those are separate from the conception of 1 at each level.
That leads to the next point, which is that counting within .1 is thus necessarily within, meaning it has direction within. I find this a rather slippery concept. That is, if we’re counting within .1, like within 1, then we can see a minus or subtraction as the step within. But the next step, at the next level is then what? It can be a continued subtraction, but it can also be a plus or addition. It might help to state something closer to where we were before, that the level by level change ping-pongs, that it goes from side to side, so we start at 0.1, take away, then add, take away, then add, etc. as each level changes by SBE3+1 or a power of 10.
I remember the moment well. I’ve described this before. I was walking home in the fall gloom when I had an inspiration. I sat down on a bench in the park, pulled out a partly used piece of paper, an actual envelope from some junk mail I think, and wrote out a simple process in which LC oscillates level by level within CM1. That is, beginning with CM.1, I subtracted LC, added LC, etc. The pattern sets very fast. Each iteration adds a 0 in front, so the first step was .1 -.016, then +.0016, then -.00016, etc. This made a repeating number: .08545454, etc. I then squared this to make it an area. And then I inverted it to see what it made, and that was 137. It was actually 136.93979, which I got from looking at my calculator just now. When I looked at the value for the fine structure constant, the closeness is striking, and the accuracy was something like .00003.
I accepted that this is a good abstract value, and that the differences are something related to the physical world. It’s a difference from measured of about .096, which made me think at the time that this could be pulling out the original CM.1. Why? I don’t know. Maybe we can figure that out. The concept has to be in abstraction. No idea how that would work.
I’m more interested in the ping-pong. The idea of looking inside CM1 was to use LC because that is 2 specified Things. They can be any value which fits a Thing, as long as they work as LC. I mean a Thing can be CM64 and map at this level of abstraction to LC as 2T. So the manipulation of 2T is then CM16, and that CM16 fits into bigger objects, etc.
The old idea was that LC alternated. That concept of alternation is now part of Coordinate Rotation, and that brings up a deep, not fully examined issue, which is why 2 readings on alternation instead of just the positive? Put aside the resulting values. Why alternate within? The reason is that CR requires this. Let’s see if this comes out cleanly. Or at all.
It has to work because bidirectionality requires alternation and thus the labeling of the grid squares depending on the perspective, as in which is S and which is E over the B. That memory came right up when called.
So, now I’m comfortable saying we have this process which alternates within CM1. It’s genuinely amazing to see one of the earliest examples of this work ever appearing return like this. We got that right! I guess it’s time to believe that.
I remember being drawn to the concept of ‘moment’, as in magnetic moment, because that’s an amount of motion or response. The idea we were toying with was that the motion of electrons, and their basic interaction, had to be described using fCM concepts (though fCM wasn’t developed then and I think we just said ‘pattern’). BTW, since I didn’t mention it above, I assumed the .00003 difference was something like Pi or some other way of representing the physical reality of an electron, like in a cloud. Since electrons are quantized, that meant to me then that they represented pattern because pattern works that way. Have we discussed that lately? It should be fairly apparent because pattern states, like CM64 or CM66.8, are modular in grid squares counting. It’s also helpful, I think, to imagine counts becoming visible when the modules complete or fill. In other words, if you count modules, then you count levels.
So, the idea is that within CM1, there absolutely must be the structure of LC alternating. There can be no doubt that is true, given all that we’ve built using SBE and fCM. This structure not only comes startlingly close to the fine structure constant’s value, but it explains what that is and that explanation fits with the physical explanations.
There’s not only value in going through this because it was a punchlist item. The part that grabs me is the way this relates to the external calculation we’ve described in the last few days of ridiculously hard work. In other words, we have a structure that generates an object in a dimensional enclosure versus whatever objects, threads, and dimensions might attach to that object, and which also generates a structure within or between any 2 of those objects.
I’ve never been clear about this, but it certainly looks like the elementary charge is pattern too. We spent a few minutes on this years ago: it’s 16*10^-20. That’s LC identified through negative exponential 2(SBE3+1), which literally translates the same ideas as described above.
We have been linking these vastly different physical aspects together! I always hoped that was possible, but I never saw how it would actually draw out so I could say ‘that’s It!’
The conception of Identification Theory has come alive. Look at the uses in both equations: 2SBE2 and 2(SBE3+1). And they link over CM1, which finally makes strong sense, with the former expressing external relations within a dimensional enclosure, while the latter expresses the alternating LC relationship Between 2T, meaning within that Between.
WoW and MoM.
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How API Technology Has Changed Education
Technology has dramatically changed almost every aspect of our lives. One of the fields it has impacted fundamentally is education. With the rise of online learning, education has become more accessible. Anyone can learn as long as they have a computer and access to the internet. Moreover, knowledge becomes equally available to everyone.
A growing number of people are using their opportunities to receive their education online. This is for several reasons, including cost-effectiveness, no limits on location, etc. Thus, the demand for online learning materials and platforms continues to rise. Developers continuously try to step up their game. They want to offer a more integrated and more comfortable learning experience for online users. All of these would not have been possible if it weren’t for the APIs.
What are APIs?
Before getting to how APIs impact education, let’s see what they are. APIs or Application Programming Interfaces are intermediaries. They allow the software to “talk” to each other. To put it more simply, API is a messenger. It takes your request to the provider and then brings the results of your request back to you.
There is a famous allegory when explaining what APIs are. Imagine you are a customer in a restaurant. You are looking through the menu and want to order something. Now, the kitchen is the provider of the meal you want to order. Here, you are going to need a waiter who will deliver your order to the kitchen. Then, he will bring your request back to you. Now the waiter, in this case, is the same as API. They are someone who ensures and enables the communication between the requester and the provider.
APIs and online learning
When learning websites want to increase their functionality, they can use APIs to do it much faster and easier. When adding any kind of functionality to a learning website, developers do not need to write a code from scratch. Instead, they can use a ready API that matches the functionality they want to implement.
The variety of materials available in learning platforms is possible only due to the development of APIs. For example, video materials combined with written materials are all the result of APIs.
API’s impact
Before the usage of APIs, very few people could access online learning tools and resources. And even those who could access them did not know how to use them properly. As a result, many good programs were not used widely. They could not work easily with others. The reasons were the high costs and the lack of expertise needed to use these tools.
APIs have been used to deal with these problems. Nowadays, simple integration of APIs will help the learning platforms to use powerful online learning tools. The process of integration has also been simplified. This solves the problem of the required expertise.
There are also APIs that are available publicly. They are developed by experienced developers and used for different learning platforms. These APIs enable learning institutions to be part of the online learning industry.
Khan Academy and APIs
It is impossible to talk about APIs without mentioning Khan Academy. Khan Academy is a non-profit learning platform. It is founded to create free, high-quality education for all, anywhere in the world.
Khan Academy uses API to provide programmatic access to many videos. This use of API enables developers to incorporate various instructions within their apps. Khan Academy is a pioneer in educational learning platforms. It has a lot of course material exposed through an API. Being a non-profit allows Khan Academy to do this. However, not all learning platforms will do it due to profit concerns.
Academic research and Connectedness
Furthermore, providing access is not the only impact that APIs have on education. Even inside educational institutions, the APIs can still be used to improve their efficiency and collaboration. APIs can be used to create an app that will provide access to a warehouse of data storage. They can also help to collect mentions of scholarly articles from various sources. It will create an opportunity for academics, scientists, and IT specialists who want to use open data. In this way, using APIs can become a huge step forward. It will make data and scientific material available to a larger group of users.
The future of APIs
With the advancement of APIs, the existence of completely digital universities is possible. It would also, at some point, become possible to use the vast educational datasets available. We could create apps and websites that would filter down universities in every category possible.
Better integration of APIs would also enable students to choose their own curriculum. They could also study relevant material through standardized apps and take relevant tests. This would fundamentally change the nature and tradition of teaching and learning.
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Minimalism and Multi-function
I was watching a video on minimalism this morning in which a man spends 30 days agonizing over a lack of basic necessities while adding one to his allotment each day until, by day 30, he finds himself more aware of his wasteful and spoiled outlook on life. It occurred to me a short ways in that this is essentially the crash course version of the process we're often slow-rolling over a timespan of years. Yet after one month, with renewed perspective on what's important due specifically to living without, the list he ends up with is one of basic necessities, simple conveniences, and purposeful multi-functionality. In the same way, if we relenquish ourselves to the usefulness of what's in the bag, from cookware to sleepware to clothing and EDC, I reckon a lot of us might find a little worthy editing to be done in our various loadouts.
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In a time when a single gadget peforms more functions than my entire house of electronics did as a child, it's somewhat ironic that so many of our loadouts can have so much UNnecessary redundancy. A multitool, a can opener, and an icepick of a knife; A poncho, a tarp, and a rainfly; A sawback machete, a folding saw, and a chain saw... Thus one of the more exciting and long-running aspects of building the perfect solvesall kit for my small circle of enthusiasts has become figuring out how to combine functions, reduce weight and pack size, and compromise as little as possible in things like effectiveness on the go or comfort in camp.
By choosing to make your kit your primary means of existence, something many of my friends (un?)fortunately do inadvertently, one can in much the same way begin to see chinks in the armor and double layers where sometimes none are needed in the first place. It's not something we do 100% of the time or to 100% exclusion of all else, nor is it fully, shall we say, voluntary, as most of us don't have enough income at this point in our lives to spend the kind of time and money a "forever" kit involves and have secondary household items. Nonetheless, with the exception of a roof, four walls, and a bed, pretty much everything we need comes in and out of the bag.
It would be something to go a step further and just... stop using anything that's not in the bag for a month. Or in the pickup. Or on a fellow traveler in my group. How much might we find that we don't really need, or are severely lacking? How much might we see our mood, energy, and sense of control improve at the end of the month? Fun food for thought.
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Not a Summer Crush Part Five
a/n: i haven't been doing this on purpose, but i keep alternating, long chapter followed by short chapter. i think the longest is 6k words and this one is 2.5k-ish, my apologies for its shortness. but!! this one has everyone's favorite Rita Calhoun, jealousy, Serena Southerlyn's meddling tactics, middle school, and even graduate school. enjoy, and remember any feedback is appreciated more than you all could ever know.
Part Five
When Alex got home from work that evening, she finally had a moment to process that day’s moment on the courthouse steps. She texted Serena, trying to fit all the pieces together in her head.
Alex: What the hell?
Serena: ?
Alex: Serena!
Serena: Yes?
She gave up on coherent texting and decided to call her friend instead.
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Casey was confusing herself again. Having second thoughts was not how she would put it. No, she was still sure of what she wanted (as sure as she was going to be, doing something very new and all), it was the methods that were bothering her. Namely, that she felt like she had none.
Alex had been difficult early on. The beginning was, in most respects, the most difficult time of their relationship. They had both been in rough patches, trying to be different people than they’d been before, and Casey thought, hoped, they’d both been successful. Alex had found a sense of balance and justice that guided her to powerful places. And Casey could look around her life and point lots of little things out: the tennis racquet beside her softball bat, their well-stocked kitchen, the literary journals lined up in a row on her bookshelf, little markers of stability and self-assuredness that reminded her how she’d changed and stayed the same over the years. She hadn’t felt this untethered since she kissed Alex for the first time.
“Casey, it’s called having a crush,” Rita said after she explained herself over a scotch.
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“What’s going on, Alex?” Serena’s voice came over the speakerphone as Alex set it down on the countertop.
“Do you want to tell me why you asked my second chair out on the courthouse steps in the middle of the afternoon on a Wednesday?”
Serena laughed at her. “I don’t think I did,” she said.
“Hey, Caroline,” Alex mocked Serena’s slightly husky voice, “Won’t you please reserve me a spot on your dance card this weekend?” She said as she popped the cork out of a bottle of wine with an angry pop as punctuation.
“I don’t talk like that,” Serena said. “And all I did was tell her I wanted to dance, I don’t think I asked her for anything, in fact.”
“I don’t remember it like that.”
“So it’s on your mind, huh.”
“Shut up.”
“Oh my god.” Alex thought of what to say as she sipped.
“I mean,” Serena filled the silence, “If you aren’t going to, I will, you know?”
“Serena!” Alex all but yelled into the phone.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, “that’s what I thought.” She paused for a moment, then said, “I wasn’t
asking her out, I was giving you a reason to go dancing with her again.
“I don’t follow.”
“Sure you don’t. Look, I’ll make a groupchat with you, Casey, me and Caroline, and make plans in there, thus implying that all of us are going. It’s simple.”
“What?” Alex asked, actually not following her friend at this point.
“Just let it happen, Lex. Where is Casey, anyway?”
Alex swirled her wine around. “Rita absconded with her after work today. She said it was something about a case.”
“I don’t think they’re opposing one another on anything right now,” Serena said.
“I’ve learned not to ask questions,” Alex said, referencing the schemes Rita and her wife liked to pull occasionally. Then, realizing what she might be implying, she said, “Remember Sophie’s birthday last year?” and was answered with Serena’s light laugh from the other end of the call.
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Casey’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I guess so.” Rita was surprised that Casey didn’t fight her on it. She decided to push.
“So, when are you going to ask her out?” Casey looked at her.
“We haven’t like, set a date,” she said. “Do people usually set dates for that kind of thing?
“They usually have a plan of some kind, I think. I mean, I do.”
Rita’s phone buzzed three times, two texts and a photo from Pippa. She didn’t hide her nerves fast enough for Casey to miss it. She shot her friend a look over her glass, saying, “you have a plan, right?”
Rita rolled her eyes. “Stop deflecting.” This time it was Casey’s turn to get the notifications.
New Groupchat (4)
Serena: So, Saturday night, right? Where?
Caroline: Why don’t you meet me at my apartment? The place is kind of hard to find.
Serena: Works for me. Alex? Casey?
Casey had no idea what the texts were about, suspected Serena of some kind of scheme.
Casey: Sure? But what are we doing?
Serena: Dancing!
Caroline: Dancing. Ashley’s on the road so I needed another partner.
Alex: We’re going dancing on Saturday.
Casey looked up from her phone to find an expectant Rita looking at her. “Apparently, I’m going dancing on Saturday.
“With Caroline?”
“And Alex. And Serena.”
Rita smiled wryly. “Good luck.”
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“Okay, okay, order, order,” you said quieting the room of middle schoolers at the end of practice. “Remember, I can’t be there with you this weekend at the competition, and I have to leave early tonight,” you said, to a chorus of sighs, “I know, I know, I’m sorry. But you’ll all do great, I know it. Listen to your teachers, stick to your plans, and do your best.” The adoring eyes of the team were all on you. “And, if you win, I’ll buy you pizza. Deal?”
Nothing motivates tweens like a pizza party, but you weren’t worried about their performance. If nothing else, you knew Ophélie was a zealous team captain, putting it delicately. She had learned to be persistent from you, which was great at a competition, more annoying when she had chores. You gave her a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as you said goodbye to the team, despite her “no affection in public rule” (because the nature of the adolescent is to be embarrassed), and sent a text to Casey letting her know you’d be out soon.
When you saw her waiting for you outside the school building, your heart skipped a beat. It was that same feeling that you’d felt when Alex was in your apartment-- an intimacy that should’ve felt unusual, out of place, instead felt perfectly natural and comfortable. You hugged in greeting, grateful that you’d all decided that would be acceptable affection for colleagues.
“You know,” you said, “You really didn’t have to come meet me here.” Casey shrugged.
“I wanted to. Nice sweater,” she said, teasing you. It was one of those summer evenings where the sunset had brought a cool breeze with it, and you’d stolen one of Ophélie’s uniform cardigans. It was simple and navy blue, but the school logo embroidered on the breast gave it away. The two of you walked together towards the nearest subway station.
“Thanks,” you said, in an unserious tone. “Where’s Alex?”
“She’s already at the bar,” Casey replied, “I was told to retrieve you before the announcement.”
“It can’t be any big surprise,” you said, wondering. “She’s been agonizing over these applications forever.”
“She’s Gillian. She agonizes.” You looked up at the buildings, lights beginning to come on in the apartment buildings and off in the offices. Casey looked at your lifted head and the way it created a line, sloping and elegant, jawline to neck to collarbone. She pushed one palm with the opposite thumb and bit her lip, thinking about her conversation with Rita. She was right, they needed a plan, or one of these days she was going to kiss you without thinking.
Your voice snapped her out of it, but she didn’t hear what you said. “Casey?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I asked if you were excited to come dancing again this weekend.” The two of you walked down the stairs to the subway station, you in front, looking over your shoulder as Casey answered you.
“Oh! Yes, I definitely am. I didn’t know that Serena could dance, Alex told me it was her idea.”
“Apparently she studied abroad. I’m glad she asked, though.” That gave the knot of jealousy in Casey’s stomach a tug. She had no right to be jealous, but she couldn’t help but feel it. Serena is beautiful, and single, she doesn’t work with them, she’s super smart and funny, and apparently she knows how to dance.
“I’m glad we’ll have enough people to switch up partners a couple times,” Casey said, assuaging the jealousy.
“That’s the best part,” you agreed.
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You made it to the table just in time to hear the announcement.
The third announcement. It would appear that Rita had somehow gotten ahold on all of Gillian’s acceptance letters and was withholding them from the rest of the group (except, of course, for the honoree herself, who was happy to go along with the plan, not that she had much of a choice). Glasses were raised and congratulations expressed as Rita said, “the third acceptance is… Yale!”
Polite applause came around the table. Gillian smiled bashfully as everyone told her how proud they were. Of all of you, she was the only person smart enough (or crazy enough) to go back to school after navigating the complex legal world of New York City.
“Which ones did we miss?” Casey said as the two of you slid into the two open seats.
“She got into Columbia,” Serena said, “which means she could stay in Manhattan. A few glasses around the table were raised again, encouraging her to stay close.
“And Stanford,” Alex added. You shot Gillian an excited look, happy at the mention of your alma mater.
“How many more letters are there?” You asked. Rita checked the pile of envelopes in her hand.
“Two.”
As soon as Sophie noticed that neither you nor Casey yet had a drink, there were whiskeys in your hands. As soon as Serena remembered that you were returning from coaching a mock trial team, and remembering what she knew of Casey’s feelings about kids, she began to ask you questions. How was the team, what case are they presenting, do they love you, (truly who wouldn’t). She was almost tiring you out.
“Is she always this persistent?” you asked Alex, smiling at Serena as you did so. You had to know if your eyes were deceiving you, your wishful thinking getting the best of your powers of observation yesterday when you saw her jealous look.
You were correct.
Almost faster than could be perceived, Alex’s eyes narrowed, looking into Serena’s, not yours; as if to say what the hell are you doing. Raised shoulders, her fingers pressing slightly into the table, her tongue in the back of her throat: you’d seen enough jealous boyfriends (of women you were about to dance with, if you’re honest) in clubs to know what it looked like.
Well. That was going to be good information to have at your disposal. If nothing else, for
confirmation: that you weren’t crazy, that there was something there to notice, from both of them.
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You would’ve considered your offer of your apartment more thoroughly had you initially understood that there would be four of you going out that Saturday night. You weren’t sure, at first, if Serena had been asking you out. Honestly, you would probably not turn her down if she did. It would certainly be a simpler path to take, and there was no denying that Serena was beautiful and smart. Of course, your affections were otherwise engaged.
But, since she had invited Casey and Alex along, you considered it more likely that she was “creating some amount of opportunity,” (a real thing you’d really heard her say once) than making a double date. It would make sense, you thought, if Alex had told her how she was feeling; and the more days that went by, the more little tender interactions, the more often you noticed her resting her eyes in your direction, the more confident you were that you weren’t making up the chemistry.
Casey was a little harder to read, but you had noticed she’d seemed slightly… preoccupied the last few times you’d been alone together. One thing you knew: their marriage was rock solid. Neither of them would do something without the others’ approval. You could only hope they had a plan. You didn’t-- unless trying to seem as desirable yet appropriate as possible could be considered a plan.
There were four people in your apartment. You couldn’t remember the last time you had people over to your place rather than Ashley and Ramin’s, so it felt especially cramped. You were each drinking a glass of wine (from Ramin’s fancy stash, you were not going to let them know just yet that the only wine you bought was two buck chuck), you and Serena were sitting on the barstools at your counter while Alex and Casey sat on the couch. You had your music collection on shuffle, which led to a few laughs at the funny combinations.
It was your turn to feel jealous, or maybe to yearn. You hoped that one of them would see the new collection of books sitting on your table: Marriage and Other Alternatives, More Than Two, and What Love Is (and what it could be). A quiet buzz of anticipation (or was it the wine?) pleasantly lodged itself in your mind as the four of you slung your bags over your shoulders and headed out for the night.
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Pippa Cox touched her lipstick up in the mirror before returning to the table she was (finally) sharing with Rita Calhoun. For such a smart woman, Pippa had often thought, Rita was prone to running from her feelings. Having gotten her on this date was a feat indeed, even though she knew (the glances, the blushing, the way she would drift into her space, natural as anything) that they shared feelings. As Pippa sat down, Rita smiled.
Unfortunately, as Rita reached for her glass, her phone buzzed in her purse. She shrugged-- what was the point of texting when she was on a date? If it was a client, they would call her secretary who would call her. No need to fret.
“It’s nothing, I’m sure,” she said, reaching across the table to take Pippa’s hand in her own. She knew how difficult it had been for her to get back into dating, to trust anyone with her heart, which was part of why she had been so apprehensive to pursue her even though the attraction was there. She’d pinched herself when Pippa had been the one to ask, happy to be the pursued for once.
“Good,” Pippa said, “because I want you to myself tonight.” Rita nodded, bit her lip, and smiled. There was another buzz, then another, then another. Three in a row? The only people she knew who texted like that were Casey and Serena, both of whom had plans tonight.
Plans together, with Alex. Involving Caroline. She sighed, hoping that she wasn’t about to do something to hurt Pippa’s feelings. Pippa, to her credit, looked curiously at Rita’s bag as she opened it.
Notifications: 4 new messages.
Serena: This experience is simultaneously adorable and infuriating.
Serena sent a photo.
Serena sent a video.
Serena: I’m tempted to leave and let them figure it out.
Rita laughed to herself. The picture was a selfie of you four sitting at a booth, you and Alex on one side and Casey and Serena on the other. Serena had her head leaned on Casey’s shoulder, who looking across the table, while you were pressing a kiss to Alex’s cheek. Alex had a contented smile, and your table had evidence of more than a couple drinks for each of you. The video was one of you and Alex. You were holding one of her hands with the other wrapped around her waist. Alex looked terrified, poor thing, every body part was flying in the opposite direction. The sounds of Casey and Serena encouraging you both mixed with the horns and drums coming from the stage. Rita agreed with Serena, it was adorable and infuriating.
Rita: Well, that’s cute and maddening for sure.
Serena: I’ll send updates.
Rita: Tomorrow. Please don’t interrupt *my* date again, thank you.
Serena: OMG did she finally ask you out!?!??
Rita: TOMORROW.
Rita put her phone down, answering Pippa’s curious look with a wave of her hand. “Serena drama,” she said, and Pippa gave an understanding nod. “I made her promise to leave me alone for a while.” Pippa leant across the table and pecked Rita’s lips.
“Good.”
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tags: @addictedtodinosaurs @nocreditinthestraightworld @cmmndrwidw @hi-i-1 @lesbianologist
#There you have it folks#maybe one day this will be finished#svu fanfic#law and order svu#not a summer crush#Serena southerlyn#Rita Calhoun#casey Novak#Alex cabot#Calex#Alex cabot x reader#casey Novak x reader#Alex cabot x casey Novak x reader#“Serena drama” ok Rita#god this was hard to write I don’t even know why#forgive typos#no beta we die like men
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Peter Pevensie- Courting
Hi, for your character and love language thing, if you write for Peter Pevensie can you do Peter Pevensie and physical touch as the love language?
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if you are still open for love language requests, can i request one with Peter Pevensie and gift giving? i love giving gifts that show how much you pay attention to the things they love
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For the love languages thing: Peter Pevensie and physical touch @thegrxywitch
A/N: Peter deserves love :))))) lil grumpy king
Even after nearly a month of courting Peter still couldn’t stop his palms from sweating when you appeared in the gardens that day, eyes bright and cheeks rosy from a secret bashfulness he didn’t understand. Your hands were tucked behind your back as he stood, moving to pull your chair out for you. His hands and feet fell clumsy as he stumbled in the grass, hands clamping down quickly on the back of your seat as he tried to stay upright.
“H-here, princess,” Peter coughed, trying to cover up the stutter that slipped out. He was mentally cursing himself. Riding into battle was far easier than courting he had told Edmund after his first meeting with you and it had remained true. But his troubles weren’t because he was having a hard time in your company, it was because he had grown to love your company and the sugar sweet smiles you gave him.
Peter had thought you false at first. Always smiling, always giggling at his jokes, always happily taking his hand when he asked you to dance. He had suspicions you were much like every other woman and princess he had encountered thus far upon deciding he was ready for marriage and deciding having another queen might be beneficial to other lands and his own. Lucy had pouted terribly for days, upset her older brother had tossed love away. Susan had gotten her nose into every lady’s business, making sure Peter would have someone who was worthy of him. Edmund had rolled his eyes and claimed he would never marry.
He’d been indifferent about the whole process despite his siblings fussing, and lack thereof (that night he had bet with Lucy that Edmund would be the next to be wed). But since that day his feelings had completely changed and you were the culprit for his change of heart. You weren’t false in any way, you were just happy in his presence and it took away his breath to think about.
He would’ve continued his suspicions thoughts if he hadn’t seen a Lord approach you during one of the many balls that he hosted. Peter had only been seeing you for less than two weeks then but he had already grown attached so he had inched closer to you and the Lord and eavesdropped even if it made his ears burn red with shame as he thought about it. As the man spoke your frown had dropped from your face immediately and your posture had grown more rigid. There was no delicate laugh, no rosy cheeks. You were more icy than the wicked witch that had plagued Narnia once long ago and he felt an odd mixture of pride and fear then.
Now, he felt only fondness as you laid your hand atop his. “Please, my King, call me Y/N,” You insisted and his stomach flipped giddily seeing as you hadn’t dropped your free hand away from his. Peter was so distracted he didn’t even realize you had a wrapped gift in your other hand that now rested on your lap as you settled into your chair.
Peter cleared his throat and mind and pulled his hand from yours so that he could take his place across from you. He was hyper aware of every step he took and word he said. You were perfect in his eyes and he had fallen head over heels. You would never use his emotions for your gain nor would you laugh him for how quickly he had realized he wanted nothing more than to be yours however a part of him wondered if you felt the same.
“Then please, call me Peter,”
Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you grinned unabashedly at the king who had stolen your heart with the mixture of his maturity and his boyish embarrassment every time you did something as simple as touch his hand. Since your first meeting he had made your heart skip around in your chest and even after youd removed your corset that night for bed the palpitations had continued at the thought of him. Your handmaid confirmed you weren’t being crushed by your clothing and it was likely you had taken a fancy with Peter.
“Okay Peter,” You winked playfully and his lips twitched upwards in a dopey smile. His shoulders drooped and he leant his elbows on the garden table, the hedges around him blooming beautifully but he was taken with you.
He opened his mouth but realized only when you had interrupted him with an “Oh!” that he wasn’t quite sure what he’d been about to say and you had more than likely saved him the shame of saying something odd like, marry me for the love of aslan you’re perfect for me.
“I um... Got something for you,” You muttered, hands fiddling with your skirts for a moment before you presented him with the neatly wrapped package. You kept your eyes downcast and thought you did have a shyness about you he didn’t think he’d ever seen you so unsure and it tugged at his chest painfully.
His hands encased yours, the package nestled between the two of your clasped fingers. “Oh darling, you didn’t need to,” The term of endearment slipping past his lips without a thought but you seemed to gain some confidence from the name, your smile widening back to it’s blindingly bright volume.
“I know I wanted to,” You insisted, pushing the package further into his hands. “It was just something you mentioned some time ago and when it caught my eye I knew I had to get it for you,”
Peter wasn’t sure how to respond so instead he took the package reverently, setting it gently on the table as he tried to decide how best to unwrap it so there wouldn’t be a single tear in the paper you had obviously worked so hard at getting wrinkle free.
“Pete,” You giggled. “It’s just paper, please just tear into it,”
With that push, Peter let himself eagerly open whatever it is that you thought he must need. His mind was reeling trying to remember what he had mentioned to you in passing that had seemed so important. His stomach flipped and flopped when he couldn’t think of anything. It went to show how closely you had paid attention he realized as he soon had a beautiful leather bound journal in his hands, the pages lined with gold as they shone in the comfortable summer sun, a light breeze shuffling them as he thumbed through the empty pages.
“Y/N,” Peter gasped. “It’s stunning, where did you find it?” He remembered now on your second meeting that he had mentioned needing to get a journal to keep track of his busy day and busy thoughts and busy everything as he had been feeling particularly overwhelmed that day and you had taken it to heart instead of brushing it off as duties he had to deal with.
“A market in the town square,” You spoke lightly as if it was nothing but Peter knew how crowded they could get and you mentioned that crowds could sometimes be stifling. It added the gift even more and he felt special. He had always been viewed special in different ways, Peter thought
. As the eldest sibling he was held above others, he had to be the mature and cool one. As king he had duty upon duty thrown in his lap and because of his age difference to his capable brother he felt he needed to take on the higher work load. Those were things that could make him feel special but they held a consequence and a weight whereas you made him feel important, king or not, eldest brother or not.
He stretched his hand out for yours and when you placed your hand in his he brought your knuckles to his lips eyes glued to yours as the both of you felt your cheeks growing warm.
“Truly, this is perfect,” He praised once again, hoping you knew how much he loved the gift. “Y-you’re perfect,” Peter added, needing you to know, his fingers still laced with yours.
You nearly squeaked, eyes wide. “I’m far from perfect Peter-”
“Not to me, you exceed any other person I’ve ever met,” He was feeling oddly sentimental as he brushed his fingers over the gorgeous lettering you had added of his name.
“Thank you,” Was all you could think to say, squeezing his hand and hoping he knew just what it meant to you, just what he meant to you.
He squeezed back, a softness taking over his gaze. You were certain then that Peter Pevensie knew just what he meant to you and you were beginning to see that his feelings were very much the same.
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better with time. Ch 3
one hundred and seven years.
The year is what now? 850?! (AO3)
Words: 2192
The next morning, you were awoken early by a harsh kick to your cell’s rusted bars, dust dwindling down from the ceiling peppered your face as you were ripped from your dreamless sleep. Snapping your eyes open you sat up stiffly, your back aching from your new stubborn mattress. In front of you stood three imposing figures, Levi, Hange, and a taller man, blonde hair, blue eyes, thick eyebrows that sat atop a strong handsome face that screams, “I’m reliable you can count on me”. You found yourself anxious under his piercing gaze and oddly warm and generous smile.
Sheepishly you smiled back at him and Hange, your gaze drifting right over the top of Levi’s head. You noticed his eyebrow raise suspiciously at your avoidant scan. He sucked his teeth before pulling out a seat for himself on the other side of the cell. Hange took a seat as well, while the new guy remained standing, further adding to his impressive aura. He oozed confidence and strength, something you hadn’t yet experienced in this magnitude. He had a strength about him not found in Levi or Hange, the strength of true leadership. Something about him just felt like you could follow him to the ends of the Earth if he asked, and you’d never regret such a decision. It was quite nerve wracking considering you knew nothing of him.
“Hello. My name is Commander Erwin Smith.” His voice deep as you expected. You gave back a simple wave and looked to Hange to speak the words you couldn’t.
“Ah, as you remember Commander, she has very little memory.” They explained, much to your relief. So, the Commander had a bit of a debriefing, that’s good. Saves you all some time.
“Yes, well. We’re just about caught up on your situation miss, let me get you up to date. For starters, the year is 850. Does that happen to help you recall how long you were a titan?” He asked, a more serious concerned look to his features now. Thick brows knitted together in concentration and his sky-blue orbs piercing through you so fiercely you feared he could see through your clothes.
But no, more importantly, did he say the year was 850? If there was one simple thing you remembered from the past it was the year. There was no way of continuously keeping time for so long out in the wilderness but you hadn’t imagined it would have been 107 years! Your eyes blew wide in confusion and fear, lips slightly parted as your mind worked to wrap around the news that you were a titan for over a century.
The three of them seemed to pick up on your prickling anxiety and simultaneously they leaned in, anticipated anything. Shakily, you pointed towards the notepad and pen in Hange’s lap and they quickly slid it across the floor to you.
Blinded by tears and dread, you struggled to sloppily write a number. The last year you remember. The year 743. It took Hange no time to decipher your chicken scratch and they mumbled under their breath their hypothesis.
“Is 743 the year you were born?!” They stammered, and you shook your head wearily in response.
“The last year you remember?” Erwin asked plainly, and you nodded solemnly. Levi’s steely grey eyes widened just a fraction before regaining his composure and returning to his usual bored look. His trained eyes raked over your face studying your expression, shock, sadness, confusion. You hadn’t a clue how you’re alive right now.
“107 years.” Levi stated, lacking any form or emotion. It was like he was simply echoing your thoughts for everyone to hear, and it's true. It has been 107 years. You honestly felt a bit sick at the realization but, what did you expect. You knew a lot of time had passed, too much time to be honest. However, the reality was nevertheless horrifying. More than a few lifetimes had passed, anyone you may have ever loved was long gone by now, not that you’d even remember them truly.
You heaved a shaky, trembling sigh and Erwin gave a sad, knowing smile to you. It was sort of comforting, but you were on edge still.
“Anything else you remember?” He asked, full of patience. You shook your head after a bit of thinking, nothing important was coming to mind. Just bits and flashes of things that you yourself couldn’t even begin to explain. Seemingly done with the questioning for now, Erwin bid you ado and Hange followed close behind.
Captain Levi however, stood back for just a bit, much to your chagrin. You wanted nothing more than to be left alone for a moment to process things. If anybody were to stay behind a bit to ogle, you’d hope it were Hange, they could probably give you a laugh or two. Levi said nothing before tossing a book to the floor before your feet, you shot him an annoyed glare before he spoke.
“Practice your reading brat,” was all he said before he quietly climbed the stairs and locked the door at the top. Grabbing the book and dusting it off you found it had plenty of pictures for context, and at the very least it would give you something to busy yourself with as your tried to distract yourself from your newly acquainted grief.
It felt a bit like survivor’s guilt, not that you personally remembered any of the other titans you often saw roaming around the island. You silently sighed as you thought of the other titans, you felt bad. They were all humans, you presume, stuck in your same predicament. Fighting and dreaming of freedom.
The hours passed as you tried to read the words on the pages set before you. You found yourself not making much progress as you continuously had to wipe away your stinging tears from your lashes. Heavy steps descended the stairs as you hastily dried your eyes once more, hoping it won’t be too obvious that you’ve been crying.
It was Erwin again, shadowed by Levi. Levi’s thin brow rose, he almost looked disgusted at your tears, or maybe he was taking pity. Either one, you didn’t truly want from the likes of him. Erwin, however, did look truly concerned for just a moment before hardening his expression to keep things professional.
“Well, we won’t be able to learn anything from you until you learn to read and write. Thus, you’ll be staying here for the time being. I’ll visit periodically, but Captain Levi will be who you answer to for now.” He gave you a curt nod before taking his leave. Once again, Levi remained. The silence dragged on and you gave him a silent, yet fully exasperated sigh rolling your eyes in his direction.
He scoffed before adjusting his cravat, his top lip twitching upward into a scowl of disdain.
“I was about to pity you and be lenient, but forget it. Stop your crying and read, brat!” He spat, before sitting harshly onto the wooden chair he always claimed, He folded his arms over his chest and crossed his slender legs, one over the other. The two of you held each other’s gaze for a moment before you turned around harshly and began studying.
With him babysitting you like this; it’s going to be a lot less pleasant. Hopefully it won't take you very long to relearn these skills, the faster you can distance yourself from this guy.
<3
The hours stretched on in a deafening silence. The tension in the air was palpable and you hated it. Levi’s stern glare seemed to be burning holes in the back of your head, that made it hard to concentrate. How could he demand results whilst simultaneously making it so hard for you? He was difficult to put it nicely, but raging will do nothing to make your life more pleasant. The silence was suddenly interrupted by him, making you jump.
“The Commander is really sticking his neck out for you. I don’t understand why.” He said, his irritation evident in every word that spilled past his lips. Your shoulders slumped at his words. Were you truly making their lives so hard? This wasn’t something you wanted. He waited a few beats before continuing, and icy chill to his tone.
“I for one don’t trust you, if you can’t tell. You can warm up to Hange and Erwin all you want, but there's a reason I’m the one that’s in control here.” You shook your head slowly at his words, you’re not dumb. It’s clear as day he doesn’t trust you, and you don’t think the others completely trust you either and you understand their reasoning. At the very least, they try to see things from your perspective. Levi, however, seems like the type to enjoy a stick up the ass.
“I’m watching you, because I won’t hesitate to kill you if you try anything.” He said, cocking his head to the side to attempt to see your expression. Sweat was beading at your brows, and you muscles tensed on reflex. You lived in fear before, but you still didn���t know how to cope with it. Will you ever be happy again?
Slowly, you turned around to face Levi, eyes gleaming with fresh tears. Doing your best to ignore his words you decided to return the attention to your book. You wiped away at your eyes before you steeled your nerves to approach the man, pointing to a particularly confusing image on the page before you. He quirked his brow at the page, his eyes narrowing before he gliding up to meet your own. He held your stare for a moment, as if trying to scare you away but he quickly grew tired of the effort.
“Those are the three walls that protect humanity from you titans.” Your eyes locked again briefly, before he continued his explanation. He was an insufferable human being but very smart, you had to admit. He explained everything thoroughly without missing a thing and you found the walls fascinated.
“Is that all or do I have to read the entire book to you, brat?” He complained, bringing his tea cup to his lips. You gave him a short and obviously fake smile before rolling your eyes and returning to your bed, once again facing your back towards him as you studied the picture once more. Little did you know, Levi’s lips quirked up into a microscopic smirk behind his tea cup at your attitude. Though, even to himself he couldn’t admit that you were a little funny to watch sometimes.
Sighing, Levi checked his pocket watch, it was due time for afternoon training. He lazily tossed a clean notepad and quill pen into your cell.
“Practice your piss poor writing too brat.” He said, cup still held high up to his face before he downed the rest of his tea and you were left alone in the cellar once again.
Once you were sure he was gone, you stuck out your tongue in childish protest before grabbing the notepad and pen. Scribbling and drawing ought to be more fun than reading this textbook you figured. The rest of your evening was spent in silence, until Hange brought you a late lunch with tea. She kept you company for a while, and it was something that helped to ease your anxiety. She explained in more detail what was planned for you here within the walls, and it's true, Erwin really was sticking his neck out for you, all of them were.
Keeping you a secret from just about everybody in power until you could speak for yourself in a court of law. Your time with the Scouts would remain a secret even after then to keep from anyone getting in trouble. Seems the Scout’s get in enough trouble already, and housing a titan shifter for a second time would get them in a lot of trouble. Yet, for your own safety, they would put everything off until you could defend yourself properly, for that, you were eternally grateful and you wanted to thank him in person.
Maybe even thank Levi, because, whether he wanted to or not, he was putting his own credibility on the line for you. As much as you dislike the man, you won't let his efforts go unappreciated. You thanked Hange for the food, conversation, and their protection with a bow, they simply waved you off.
“It's no matter! There’s equal benefit for you, me, and humanity!” They exclaimed before marching up the stairs and heading off to handle reports. You smiled to yourself at their hospitality and friendliness. Today was a tough day, but a necessary one.
This was your second chance at life, one you had lost hope at ever having. You weren’t going to waste it on fear, anxiety, and self-doubt. With newly found resolve, you drifted off into an early slumber, unaware of Captain Levi’s light foot falls descending the stair case.
His dark eyes sliding to your sleeping form, having Hange talk to you was a good idea after all .
#levi ackerman#levi#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#captain levi#aot#attack on titan#fic#better with time.#snk
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Headcanons for Inosuke, Tanjiro and Giyuu with an s/o who loves surprising them with sweet treats she makes herself for them? And likes to watch them try it since she wants to make sure that they find some happiness out of it? Love your writing! Congrats on 101 btw!!
Thank you for the request! I must say that I definitely strayed a bit from your initial request, but I hope its still enjoyable. Enjoy~Amanda
Warning: None
(2k+ words)
Tanjiro:
Tanjiro loves when you bake for him! The first time you gifted him with your famous banana bread he fell instantly in love with you (and the bread too, it was delicious). He found it adorable how you stood with hopeful eyes, patiently waiting for his reaction as he bit into the soft, moist bread.
Sadly, constantly being on missions made it hard to find time to make your boyfriend sweets, but he didn’t mind. He was beyond grateful that you took the little free time you had to carefully craft such delicious treats, he’d appreciate it every time no matter what it was.
Tanjiro was leaving on a simple mission, something so quick that he’d be back by tonight. You were asked to stay behind and at first that really upset you, how could you make sure nothing happened to him from the estate? He was of course relieved that you were being kept out of harm's way, but he couldn’t help laughing at your puffed cheeks, “(y/n) its only one day, no reason to get all worked up. Beside,” he enveloped you in a warm hug. “by tonight I’ll be back here, sleeping beside you as I do every night” his soothing words helped ease the tension on your face. “Don’t do anything stupid” you warned, eyes full of worry. “Please, I’m the one leaving and I’m more afraid you’ll do something stupid”. The two of you shared a laugh, peppering his lip repeatedly with small kisses. “Would you two stop being gross, let's go Gonpachiro!” Tanjiro sighed, already prepared to deal with his wild friend. “See you tonight” he placed one final kiss to the top of your hand before joining his friends.. “See you”
“Hmm what to do with my time” you contemplated, perhaps you could train but training alone was boring. As you passed the kitchen, you were struck with a fantastic idea. You browsed through the shelves and cabinets of the kitchen, “I think I have everything I need” you cheered. It’s been awhile since you could surprise Tanjiro with something sweet, so today was the perfect opportunity.
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Tanjiro sluggishly trugged to his room, one heavy foot in front of the other. The mission, although short, was extremely draining and all he wanted to do was cuddle beside your sleeping form. “I hope she’s still awake” he almost felt guilty for wishing that you were awake at this time of night, but he knew you. You always waited for him to come home from missions, regardless of the time of night he could count on your comforting smile ready to greet him.
As expected, he opened the door to find you waiting cross-legged on the bed, a small box poorly hidden between your thighs. “Welcome Back!” you jumped into his waiting arms, eager to give him his present. Wiggling out of his grip, you present to him a small box that held the yummy treats, “I’ve made these for you, I hope you like them”
Inside, Tanjiro opened to find small heart-shaped chocolate, all with their own little design. Hands clasped tightly together, you watched expectedly for his reaction as he popped one of the hearts into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around the candy, its milky-sweet taste danced around his taste buds as the smooth chocolate melted away. He hummed in delight, swallowing the silky sweet, “Delicious! This is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten!”
Blushing, you bowed your head bashfully, “Thank you”. He smirked as he sneakily grabbed another chocolate from the tray, placing it into his mouth. “You should try it too”. His tongue masterfully slid between your surprised lips, the taste of chocolate mixed with his fervent lips were almost too much to handle. You both pulled away gasping for hair, Tanjiro eyes full of amusement as you hid you warm face behind you hands
“That cheeky bastard”
Inosuke:
By far he gives the best reactions when you gifte him homemade treats. From your famous vanilla cream cupcakes to your strawberry moche, Inosuke happily devours anything you present in front of him.
You loved baking and you loved Inosuke, so it only made sense that you combined the two. The first time you decided to bake something for Inosuke, you’d settled on a simple chocolate fudge cake. It was early on in your relationship so you weren’t sure how he’d react when you shyly handed him a slice one night after dinner.
Que a broken Inosuke who was so surprised you did something so sincere for him, he accepted the plate quietly. He gleefully ate the entire plate once he shook away the initial shock and since then, you made an effort to consistently shower your boyfriend in baked goods.
Today had been a normal day around the Estate. You were supposed to be training outside with your friends and boyfriend, but you had managed to sneak away. You wanted to surprise Inosuke with your tasty chocolate fudge cake, the same recipe you followed the first time you baked for him.
By far it was his favorite treat you’ve made him thus far. He made it very apparent how much he adored chocolate, he’d do practically anything just to have a small piece. The childish Inosuke had the biggests sweet tooth that you were more than happy to satiate..
You whisked each ingredient together delicately, so as to not screw up the consistency. You peered through the small window that allowed you to watch the others outside. Per usual, poor Tanjiro was having to avoid your rambunctious boar-headed boyfriend who was always looking for a reason to challenge the others. “Jeez one day he’s going to get himself into serious trouble and then I’ll have to kick his ass” you’d managed to finish the cake and clean your mess before dinner when you planned to give him the decadent treat.
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“Inosuke you're going to choke!” You worriedly warned your walking hazard of a boyfriend. Not listening to a word coming from your mouth, he continued to scarf down the food on his plate (and then some). “Fine don’t listen to me then, more cake for the others and I” you pointed your nose in the air, arms folded almost mockingly. Like you cast a spell on him, Insouke suddenly stopped eating, mouth already watering over the cake. “Go get it women!” his voice was loud and his eyes wide. You looked back disapprovingly, “please” he added once he noticed your narrowed eyes. “Better”
You might as well have walked in with a unicorn the way Inosuke’s astonished eyes trailed your every step. “Enjoy!” You cheered as everyone around the table dug into their slice. “(Y/a)-chan that pig doesn’t appreciate your talents enough! You should cook for me more often!” Zenitsu commented much to Inosuke’s dismay. Instinctively, Inosuke wrapped a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “I’ll kick you in the face, Monitsu” his voice was low and threatening.
As he continued to glare at the now shivering blonde, you noticed a small stain of chocolate lingering on Inosuke’s lower lip. “You have something on your face” you teased before swooping closer to his face. The moment your lips landed on his, your tongue swiped over his bottom lip, pulling away with the new taste of sweet chocolate over taking your tastebuds.
Zenitsu’s jealous yelps could be heard miles away but you ignored them for now. “Delicious” you mumbled low enough so just the man whose lap you were on could hear.
One…
Two..
Three..
That’s how many seconds it took for Inosuke to lose his cool, abruptly jumping to his feet, your surprised form dangling loosely in his arms. “We’re leaving” he announced to the room. Boy were you in for it now.
Giyuu:
Let the battle of Gift Giving commence! Despite what the others think, Giyuu is an avid gift giver who always returns from missions with something that reminded him of you. Be it a hair pin, flower, or jewelry, you could always expect something new, which you always looked forward to. Of course, whenever he presented you with anything it was always filled with shaky movement, an awkward interaction you always found adorable on his part.
He was also really awkward the first time you gifted him a sweet treat. When you presented the warm snack to the man, it was like he’d forgotten all motor skills. He simply stared at you like you were some foriegn being, which unintentionally made you feel insecure about your present and caused your eyes to water. Panicking, Giyuu took the whole treat and shoved it into his mouth, almost choking in the process. In the moment it was such a strange experience, but looking back it was probably one of your fondest memories from your early relationship.
As your relationship grew and time passed, Giyuu never really overcame the embarrassment he felt when he received a baked good from you. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them because in reality you were the one to unlock his sweet tooth and made him crave sweets on a daily basis almost, but because he couldn't fathom the idea that you wanted to do something like this for him. Baking was no simple task, so Giyuu was always so appreciative when you showed up with wrapped food just for him.
Recently, you noticed something off with your stoic boyfriend. Lately he walked around as if cement blocks were tied to his feet, eyes always shifted to the floor as he walked to avoid eye-contact with anyone. The little times he’d spoken to you, it was almost as if you were talking to a phantom; his mind clearly elsewhere, somewhere dark and isolated.
It was hard to pull Giyuu out of that depressive mentality of his sometimes. There were times where tokens of affection could slowly bring the life back to his eyes, but other times all he needed was a silent space to think and a comforting hug.
You searched around the house to find Giyuu, a small package neatly balanced in your hands. When you found him, his back was turned away from you concerned eyes, hidden inside one of the emptier rooms in the house you two shared. You silently walked to his side, sliding down next to his still form. “I’ve made you something. You don’t have to eat it right now, but maybe it’ll make you feel a little better.”. His cold eyes shifted to the tray that was now held in front of him, an array of brightly decorated chocolate dipped strawberries filled the plate. Giyuu didn’t say a word, simply stared at you with hard eyes. His lack of response made you worry you’d crossed a line somewhere, “I’m really sorry, maybe I should have just left you alone, I don’t want to be a bother” you rambled, getting ready to leave the room, fearful that you’d messed up.
You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt Giyuu's full body weight thrust itself onto yours, arms clinging tightly around your smaller frame. His trembling finger wrinkled your clothes but you didn’t care, you were just relieved you didn’t make Giyuu even more upset. “Thank you” his voice was weak as he spoke into the juncture of your neck, warm tears slowly creating patches on your clothing. Giyuu was crying; he had never looked so vulnerable, never so desperate for comfort. Some time passed quietly as you gently caressed his hair, his warm breath steadying beside you. “You know, I hate that you have to see me so..so weak, but I hope you understand that every small thing you do makes it better” he sniffled, pulling away to gaze affectionately into your pleading orbs.
You placed a reassuring kiss to his cheek, taking them into your hands. “I’d dip a million strawberries if it meant you’d smile” your kind smile was inviting, prompting a smile of his own to match.
The rest of the night was spent together, chatting away any fowl thoughts and sharing the dipped strawberries. You couldn’t take away Giyuu’s sadness, but you will always be there to cushion the blow with all his favorite sweet treats.
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I promise that at some point I will learn how to write a proper HC, but for now please accept my scenarios lol. It was such a cute request, I couldn’t help getting carried away. Thank you for reading, please look forward for more work!~Amanda
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foul and fair - yandere! jimin x reader
happy (late) birthday to my wonderful mutual @jooniescupcakes! i hope ur day was blessed and i hope you enjoy this :)
Jeering and the feeling of rocks hitting his back were Jimin’s last memories of the village that he’d once called his home. Then, why was someone outside his door?
He’d been called a warlock, a demon and a foul spirit. Every crop he’d attended to wilted and every cattle he touched had collapsed within a matter of days. Girls would hear of these rumours and escalate into claiming he’d bewitched them too. Jimin was only ten at the time, but even his own parents had been sold into the mob mentality and cast him out of their home without a second thought to his wellbeing. The jeers of his former friends, the booming voice of the preacher declaring him to be wicked, the cries on young girls when they so much made eye contact with him - the sounds still rattled in his ears if he let himself gaze upon the town in the distance.
That had been fourteen years ago, and over that time he’d grown used to his own company.
Yet, despite this the woman stood outside his abode with an innocent expression intrigued him.
Thus he reluctantly opened the door a sliver, half of his face visible.
“Hi! I am new to Royal Gebolwl, my name is (Y/N). It is nice to meet you, what is your name?” She gave him an eager smile, offering him her hand as she spoke a million words at once. Jimin blinked, trying to process it and figure out how to respond when he hadn’t held a conversation in over a decade.
When he was unable to think of a response, he decided instead to get a proper look at her. Neatly dressed in clothes that seemed to show eloquence but also modesty and clutching a woven basket to her chest.
She caught him staring at the basket intensely and blushed, before dipping her hand inside and pulling out a small paper package.
“I know it is not much, but I wanted to bring you some bread that I baked. I have been working on my recipe so I hope that it tastes nice!” (Y/N) smiled, holding it out to him. His hand snaked out to take the package, their fingers brushing slightly.
The young woman watched him anxiously as he inspected the package with some suspicion.
Finally, when he decided it was safe he finally spoke.
“Thank you.”
She gave him a gracious nod and turned to walk away, before he spoke again.
“My name is Jimin.” He shut the door immediately afterwards, taking a few seconds to breathe and take in the situation.
“It is nice to meet you.” The words felt strange on his tongue. They lacked the honey-like sweetness of her voice, that was for sure.
The young man sat down at his makeshift kitchen table, unwrapping the brown paper to see a neat brown roll. He tore off a piece and held it to his lips. Paranoia flashed through his body. What if she was sent to kill him? What if the gift she gave him was in fact to euthanize him?
Even so, he put the gift in his mouth and chewed. Instantly he was on the verge of tears. He hadn’t tasted such a delicious treat in years, and suddenly the bread was in his hands and he was eating it as if he was starving.
Once it was all gone, he could only stare at his empty hands and wonder how he’d been so happy with his own company when he was missing out on people like her. And following that realisation, he was more hungry than ever.
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Jimin had practiced many times in anticipation for their next meeting. He’d practiced talking in the mirror to rid himself of any hesitation, and even started to grow special, rare flowers in his garden so that he could make her an arrangement.
The weeks on end without seeing her were starting to wear on him. He’d wondered about wandering into the village to find her, but the thought of her seeing him be shooed away again was enough to stop him dead in his tracks.
(Y/N) had left him to stew for too long. Almost three weeks after their first meeting did she return, the same woven basket clutched to her chest as if it were glued there.
“Jimin, I do not mean to be an inconvenience but I saw that you have some onions in your garden and was wondering if you could spare a few?”
The young man wasn’t as composed as he’d thought himself to be. The euphoria of (Y/N) remembering his name and showing an interest in his horticultural products made his carefully composed words fall out of his mouth.
“Are you okay?” The young woman was immediately concerned by his pale face and lack of speech.
“Y-yes. Would you like to come in for some tea?” Jimin managed to choke out, heart pounding.
“Apologises but I am short on time, my daughter is sick and hungry. I need to feed her. Tomorrow, perhaps?” He nodded, heat flushing his face in humiliation as her words set in.
“Wonderful. Help yourself.” He said shortly before closing the door in her face and rushing to his bed. He collapsed immediately, face screwing up in frustration as he lashed out at whatever he could lay his hands on. Chairs were knocked over, bowls clattered to the floor, feathers fluttered out of his pillow.
How could she deceive him like this? Having a child, and most likely a husband? Jimin had been certain they were soulmates, that she’d reserved herself for him this whole time. Yet, here she was talking about her family, prioritising them over Jimin. Couldn’t she see that he’d dedicated all his time to her, but she couldn’t even give him a few minutes?
Enough is enough, he concluded. She couldn’t play with his feelings and drive him insane any longer. If her mind had wandered astray, he would set it back.
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Jimin spent most of his time the next day in the chicken coop. They made excellent company: for one, they never judged him for being born wicked. But the added advantage was a near perfect view of the path to his cottage - as soon as she would approach he was ready.
He waited, and waited. Until it grew late and the sun retired from the sky, Jimin sat outside with his eyes dead set on the path and only his small array of feathery friends for company.
It was only when they too left him that Jimin realised she wasn’t coming.
A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what was happening to her. What if the villagers that had once persecuted him had now set her as their next target? The idea of (Y/N) being maltreated felt like Jimin’s heart was being ripped out.
Love. That was the word for it. Jimin loves her, to the point of no return, and he was ready to fight for her to be in his arms. He hadn’t experienced the warm touch of another in years, but his yearning for her was much more than that.
Before he knew it, his feet were carrying him out of the chicken enclosure, into his house to put on a cloak and pack a small satchel and he was journeying far beyond his home before he was even aware of what he was doing.
The fear of being recognised, of being punished for stepping inside the village boundaries as he was forbidden from doing and worst of all being painted as a monster in front of (Y/N) was jarring. But he felt like there was some kind of string pulling him along, as he skulked through the night inspecting each house to deduct which one was hers.
Suddenly, from inside the house he’d stopped outside of he heard the faint sound of her angelic voice once again. With cautious steps he approached the building it was coming from, glancing in through a small gap in the wall that had not been filled in with stone..
He saw (Y/N) gently stroking the forehead of a young girl who looked almost identical to her mother, save for the stressed lines that creased (Y/N)’s forehead. (Y/N) was singing a sweet lullaby as she comforted her daughter, accompanied by some washed out ghost of a man who seemed to be her husband. The angel pressed a final kiss to her daughter’s forehead before rising from the young girl’s side and nearly collapsing into the man’s arms. Through the thin walls, Jimin could make out a conversation.
“They turned you away?”
“It’s far too expensive. More than a year’s wages. There’s nothing we can do.”
(Y/N) let out a loud sob.
Jimin’s heart throbbed hearing the beautiful (Y/N)’s wails of anguish, although he didn’t quite know the cause. But he did know that he had to save her from what was making her upset, and fast.
He continued to quietly observe as the family settled themselves down to sleep for the night. The fear was starting to set in that he’d get caught peeking. What if someone recognised him, what if he was publicly humiliated in front of (Y/N), what if she learnt that he did not love as an outcast voluntarily? Jimin could not bear to see hatred in those beautiful eyes, not towards him.
In his satchel, he’d brought a knife. Nestled in with some bread he’d tried to bake. He’d hoped she would enjoy his bread as he did hers, but evidently there was a more pressing issue at hand.
Using his knife, he’d broken open the simple wooden latch on their door and entered. Whilst he’d expected the heavy smell of hops, as many men of the village drank far too much, there was instead the pleasant smell of leftover broth. Whilst Jimin’s stomach was begging him to indulge in some of the homemade food, his heart was begging for some other relief.
When he entered the other room, his heart fell to his shoes. He saw (Y/N) cuddled up to her “husband”, her eyes still sore but her breathing slow and steady.
Jimin’s stomach churned, thinking about what he was going to do. What if he was caught in the act by (Y/N)?
But he had to do it, to save her and become the man that she needed in her life. The second her husband was gone, she’d turn to cry on his shoulder. Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a companion in his lonely world. She could love him for who he truly was, no matter how freakish, and surely her daughter would be delighted to have a new father?
With one final seed of doubt destroyed Jimin set to work. He gently turned the man on his back, separating his parasitic limbs from (Y/N). And, pressing a hand to his victim’s mouth, Jimin quickly slit his throat.
The man’s eyes shot open as a response to the pain, but all he could do was gargle blood pathetically, his strength being sapped away by the second. And within a minute it was all over.
He climbed off the dreaded man, not wanting contact with him to last a second longer. His eyes trailed lovingly to see (Y/N), still fast asleep only with a small bit of blood wetting her hair. He longed to take her back with him, but it would not be right. She had to realise herself that Jimin was the man she needed, not some corpse.
Then he saw the child. The poor, wretched child that had been the product of (Y/N)’s mistaken marriage. What was he to do with the child, if it would only remind her of her past pain?
There was only one thing to do. Jimin knelt next to the child, feeling her pulse. It was racing high, and her forehead was drenched in sweat.
The child had done nothing wrong. She deserved mercy, and Jimin felt at peace with himself as he resolved to give it to her. Placing a hand on her chest, muttering an incantation, and watching her quick breaths slow to a stop.
Jimin finally left the house, breathing in the fresh autumn breeze. And finally, for the first time in fourteen years, he smiled.
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That afternoon, as he attended to his crops, Jimin spied the sight he’d been dreaming off. (Y/N).
She was clutching a black shawl around herself. As she got closer, he noticed her eyes were bloodshot and her face was caked with mud.
However, she didn’t even spare him a glance. Moreover, she walked straight past him.
“(Y/N)?” He called out, to get no response. Growing more scared, he vaulted over the fence to catch up to her. “(Y/N)?”
“Why do you want to talk to me?” She finally said, her voice hoarse. “I am a monster.”
Jimin didn’t respond. He stood with his mouth open, trying to articulate the words to tell she was wrong, she was an angel!
“You will not ever have to see me again.” She said, turning away. “You do not deserve to be in the presence of a murderer.”
Suddenly it clicked. And suddenly, Jimin felt like they were closer than ever.
“You have been exiled?”
“They say I am a witch. That I killed my husband and cursed my own child! One of the elders took pity but if not for that I would be burnt at the stake!” (Y/N)’s body started to shake.
“You did not do it.” Jimin replied firmly, proud of how his voice didn’t shake as it used to.
“I did not. But they did not believe me. They took my daughter away and I have nothing left in life but the clothes on my body.”
“And me.”
(Y/N) finally looked him in the eye.
“You can stay with me. Outside the village boundaries.” He recited his rehearsed lines, resisting the urge to smile in acknowledgement of (Y/N)’s somber demeanor. They’d believed it all, fell into the trap he’d concocted
“You are kind Jimin. Alas, that would be too much a burden.” She replied quietly.
“Never. Stay with me, and I will give you your life.” Jimin repeated.
She looked hesitant, but as her need for survival took over her pride she nodded. He held out his hand, which she took in her own blood caked one as he led her back to his dwelling.
She seemed blissfully unaware of his own status, or perhaps she no longer cared to hold the hand of a freak, an outcast, a foul spirit. But, with the power granted to him, Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 6.3}
*Severus Snape x OC*
Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.
General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing
Words: 4.9k
Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!
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For the very first time when stepping onto the Hogwarts Express, Robin felt old. The majority of students was younger than her, and it made her painfully aware of how this was the second to last time she would ever feel the happiness of returning to Hogwarts. Luckily that only did little to taint her current excitement, and she mentally patted herself on the shoulder for being at the station so early. Most of the train was still empty, and thus Robin picked a cabin that promised the least walking traffic. Gosh, she couldn't wait to be back at school… as pathetically nerdy as that was.
"Robin!!!" Cas beamed the very second she opened the sliding door, and already had Robin wrapped in a tight hug before she could say hi in return. It was only then that Robin noticed just how much she had missed a simple hug. The luxury of a comforting touch was hard to come by these days, especially since the one person whose touch she craved the most stayed at a constant distance. But hugging Cas was lovely in its own right, and no less overwhelming in the sudden affection. Robin's eyes watered in an instant, but not enough to form real tears. God, hugs were nice…
"Hey Cas." She finally said, once the girl had let her go and now took the window seat that wasn't already occupied by Robin herself. For a few minutes they chatted about the postcard Cas had sent her, and then the entire process of being hugged was repeated as Jorien joined them in their compartment. Robin didn't mind in the least, she baked in every bit of affection she got.
"Your hair has gotten so long!" Jorien remarked, addressing Robin once they had gotten comfortable in their spaces for the long ride. Soon enough, the landscape flew by outside the window, and the sun blinded Robin enough to be a bother.
"I forgot to have it cut over summer the year." She shrugged in return, crossing her legs on the seat. "Perhaps I will do it myself at some point, I'm quite good with a knife by now."
"Don't you dare!" Cas intervened immediately. "It looks amazing just like that! All lush and bouncy and messy… You really don't know a thing about what looks good on you and what doesn't, huh?"
"Thanks." Robin replied flatly and rolled her eyes, which only made Cas groan in return.
"Come on, I didn't mean it as an insult! Your style is perfectly alright; it suits you well with all that… chromatic elegant grungy-ness. But you could use some help with the implementation of that style."
"I didn't even know I had a style in the first place." Robin shrugged and wrapped a loose curl around her finger only to release it again a few seconds later. Her hair almost went down to her waist at this point indeed, but if Cas thought it looked good… oh well. She could still cut it later in the year if it started bothering her. "I just wear whatever I like, usually."
"Which is perfectly alright." Jorien added in with a pointed look at Cas. "Not everyone thinks that school is a fashion show."
"Duh…" Cas rolled her eyes with a huff, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I'm just trying to help. Maybe get Robin a little more male attention this term."
"Yeah, no, we are not having this conversation." Robin said before they could go any further into that direction. "So tell me… what did you guys do over the summer? Anything exciting?"
"What's even more interesting is what you did over the summer." Jorien smirked at Robin with just a little too much mischief in her eyes, but at least she was going along with the change of topic. "Melissa told me that she saw you in the newspaper!"
"Who's Melissa?"
"A classmate of ours." Cas sighed, finally letting go of her feigned pout. "She's become somewhat of a friend recently."
"Good!" Robin smiled, looking at the two girls sitting opposite to her with a hopefully encouraging expression. "I'm glad you're making friends other than me at last! Perhaps your peers are finally grown up enough to be real friend material."
"Don't distract from the question." Jorien cut in, and Robin sighed. She'd taught her too well. "Were you in the Daily Prophet or not?"
"I was indeed."
The two girls' eyes lit up in an instant. "Tell us all about it! What did you do, win some prize for your presumably amazing OWLs? Get arrested for thinking too fast? Cure some deadly disease?"
"Close." Robin laughed, and before she could think better of it, she pulled her locket out from under her shirt to summon up the rolled up picture she had put in there when she'd first cut it out of the newspaper. With a soft smile, she looked down at it for a moment, then handed the photograph to the two girls.
"Now that is a lovely outfit you're wearing here! But… wait a second… Is that Professor Snape standing behind you?!" Cas asked incredulously after a few seconds of staring at the picture. "Did you meet there by coincidence or something? Because in comparison to all the old men, you and him actually stand out quite a bit."
Robin bit her lip to keep from laughing. They indeed were by far the youngest in the picture; and it was close to impossible to miss them even in a group of over forty people.
"The picture was taken at a conference about potions, which we attended together this year." Robin explained, and went to store the picture back in her locket once Jorien had done her fair share of staring as well. "No coincidence about any of that. We went together on purpose."
"Boring…" Cas sighed, and leaned back in her seat. "I wouldn't dream of spending time with a teacher outside of school, nor to spend more time on potions than I have to. But I know you're crazy enough to enjoy both, so nevermind. Anyway, what else did you do during the holidays?"
"I had coffee with a friend, occasionally." Robin smiled to herself, thinking back to Friday. How they'd made the best pasta she's ever had, without any magic at all. How they'd just sat in the open window in the dark living room, listening to the rain drumming on the stone tiles of her patio while a chilly wind contrasted the warmth of the tea in her hands. How when he had left, it had been late enough to say until tomorrow.
"Uuhh…" Cas wiggled her eyebrows in the most ridiculous manner. "That kind of friend, yes? Your smile is such a tell."
"Not even close to it, Cas." Robin quirked an eyebrow at her in return, with an expression entirely humored and entirely feigned; no need to turn into a blushing mess in front of them. And except for the overall existence of such, her and Snape's Friday meetings had been painfully appropriate indeed. Still, they had a silent agreement that it would be best not to mention them to anyone. "We are not even on a hugging kind of level in our friendship, which is perfectly fine though. We talk about books a lot."
"Was it the same friend who gave you the bracelet?" Jorien inquired pointedly innocently, motioning to the three pieces of jewelry Robin still wore around her wrist every day.
"The very same. I don't have friends other than you and him."
"Why do you never talk about him if he's your only real friend? Besides us, I mean… but we're different." Cas frowned. "Will you at least tell us who he is?"
"It wouldn't help you even if I did… You don't know him at all." Robin said, thanking the English language for allowing her this equivocation.
"Is he in Slytherin too?" Jorien tried inquiring in a careful tone, with a curious expression she couldn't quite hide.
"Yes. No. Not exactly." Robin replied and rolled her eyes at herself. She should just shut the questions down immediately; this was coming dangerously close to a place in her mind she didn't want to speak of. But they would never stop asking if she shut them down now. Not like this.
"Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It means that he isn't a student at Hogwarts anymore." She said truthfully. "He graduated long before your first year even started."
"Darn it…" Cas groaned and rolled her eyes. "So that's why you never hang with him during the school year."
"Wait a second, if he graduated before we ever came to Hogwarts, how did he know that I was the right person to give you that bracelet last year?" Jorien frowned, giving Robin a highly questioning look. The girl really was too smart for her own good.
"I talked to him about you, silly!" Robin replied easily enough, as if it was the most obvious thing in existence. Always telling the truth was only difficult if one didn't practice it. "You've been my roomies for a while now, did you seriously expect me not to mention you?"
"Right… that makes sense." Jorien sighed, and her desire to question Robin disappeared along with her frown. "Anyway, what else is new?"
"Got me some new robes. Just because the school says we need black robes doesn't mean we all have to have the same boring students' robes they sell in Diagon Alley, eh? Also got dress robes for the new year's ball at last… you'll be positively surprised by those." Robin shrugged with a smirk, and now the sun finally bothered her enough to make her summon the small round sunglasses she had recently acquired out of the backpack next to her. As soon as she'd pushed them up her nose, the layer of darkness brought an immediate relief to her sore eyes. Who cares if it would get her some weird looks; not everyone could be a worshipper of the sun. "That's about it for me and my summer. What's new with you guys?"
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The best thing about being in sixth year now was that Robin only had to take the subjects she actually cared about. No more history of magic, no more astronomy, no more divination… school was way more fun without those redundant classes. With the list of courses she wished to attend already being fixed, it had been ridiculously easy to set up her schedule on the first day of classes, and the week had started off relatively smoothly.
Professor Morgan's jaw had dropped quite literally when Robin had sauntered into his classroom on the first day of defense against the dark arts class, sitting down in her usual spot and looking indifferent to him as ever. Honestly, she couldn't have cared less if he was upset that she was continuing his class. She was here to learn, and if he couldn't be professional beyond his hatred for her, then she would just have to do the same thing she'd done since first year: study for herself and ignore Morgan as much as possible.
Other than that, Robin loved the courses she was taking; N.E.W.T. level classes were a lot more demanding in their magic and assignments, but still no real challenge to Robin no matter how much she'd hoped they would be. They were fun though, and the assignments were actually enjoyable to complete most of the time.
Outside of classes, she continued working on her handbook whenever she could, adding details and new information on a daily basis, and somehow she'd also ended up adding little drawings or clippings she'd been able to get her hands on to the correlating pages. By the middle of October, Robin felt like her project had finally reached a presentable state, and while she wasn't nearly done in her own eyes, the thick journal she had used was almost completely filled up by now. It was only then, on a lovely bleak Saturday, that she finally decided it was time to show her work to Snape at long last.
Saturday meant that Robin first of all spent a good while after breakfast tutoring Cas, Jorien, and Melissa (who somehow always tagged along with the two of them now) in transfiguration. When they moved on to potions after that, a few other third years overheard that Robin was very much knowledgeable in the subject, and they reluctantly asked if they could join the class. The shy request made Robin smile to herself, and she graciously agreed to accept them as her students for the day. In the end, they needed to move to a bigger room, for Robin ended up with sixteen students of various houses who wanted to listen to her going over the last month worth of third year potions class.
So really it was only after lunch when Robin finally had the time to find Snape in his office. Just out of a spree, she actually knocked before she entered for once, then however continued on in as usual, without waiting for a reply.
"Hey…" She smiled at him while she moved over to the side table to drop her backpack on her chair. "What are you doing?"
"Inflicting terror and remorse, one idiot at a time." Snape sighed in a pointed tone, and Robin had to chuckle. It shouldn't amuse her so much that he was so annoyed with his students… but after three hours of tutoring, she was simply amused by the fact that he looked just like she felt.
"Ah, same old then." She grinned, and was just about to grab her secret project out of her backpack to proudly present it to him as a hopefully welcome distraction, when he muttered something under his breath, subconsciously, followed by a quiet sigh that was almost plaintive even. Perhaps… this wasn't a good time. Robin let her notebook drop back into her backpack and turned around to look at him instead, sitting down on the edge of the small table.
Snape was bent over some parchment on his own desk with a deep frown on his face, looking partially annoyed, mostly frustrated and entirely done with whatever it was he had to do. Robin could practically feel the stress radiating off him, and it strongly supported her decision to lay off with her plans of showing him her project for now. Presenting him with more research and books surely wasn't something that would better the situation, which in return was all Robin could currently think of doing.
"Can I do anything to help you?" She asked first of all, raising her eyebrows in a hopeful expression when he looked up at her for a few short seconds.
"Not unless you want to suffer the same slow death by utter nonsense that was forced upon me with these second year essays." He replied in an annoyed tone, frowning back down at the desk and aggressively scribbling an overly large Dreadful on the parchment in front of him. Robin found that she pitied Snape just as much as his students in that moment, and she knew that for everyone's sake, she would have to come up with something other than chocolate cake.
"Alright, come on." She said determinedly, then pushed herself off the table and brushed imaginary dust off her black jeans. "There is something way more important to do than grading second year essays right now."
"And what would that be?" He raised an eyebrow at her in return, but already dropped his quill on the desk so abruptly that little sprinkles of ink dusted over the next essay paper as well as his hand.
"Going for a walk with me." Robin grinned as she summoned a jumper out of her backpack and then moved to put it on over her henley shirt. The second one she owned now, thanks to the positive remarks she had gotten for it. "I want to show you something."
Admittedly, that something probably wouldn't impress him nearly as much as her handbook would, and Robin had never really considered showing it to him in the first place, but somehow the little sprinkles of black ink on his pale skin had convinced her that it might be worth a try. What she wanted to show him was neither related to potions nor to anything else in that regard at all, it was practically useless but for its potential to delight with its mere existence. So really, all Robin hoped for was that he wouldn't be mad at her for dragging him outside for something as pathetic as that. And still, a part of her couldn't wait for him to see it. With a grin, she motioned for him to come along as she made towards the door.
Snape didn't even try to protest as he rose to his feet to go along with her plan, keeping his eyes on her with a subtly curious frown. Meanwhile Robin wondered when exactly she had reached a point with him where she could just burst into the room and suggested something like this, and he would drop what he was doing in an instant to go with her. Alright, she would do and had done the very same for him as well, but that was different! He just could've told her to scurry off and stop distracting him from his work. But he hadn't, and that made her heart swell in the most pleasant way as she sauntered out into the hallway, where he soon followed before locking the door.
Together they made their way through some of the most desolate corridors and passageways, avoiding as many people as possible until they arrived under the blindingly white sky at last. A chilly wind, swaying trees and the smell of impending rain greeted them, wrapping around Robin's senses like a silken sliver of liquid calm. A perfect day for a walk, and an even more perfect one for what she wanted him to see.
"Lead the way then." He said as they gained a distance to the walls of the castle. "Or is there no precise destination you wish to go?"
"Not really, no." Robin chuckled in return and crossed her arms over her chest for some warmth. It wasn't freezing, but her jumper was barely warm enough. "It's a spell I want to show you."
"A spell that requires us to leave the castle?"
"You'll see, believe me. But other than that, I simply wanted to take a walk and you looked like you could use some air as well."
He returned a quiet hum in acknowledgement, perhaps agreement even, and they continued to make their way down the hill in comfortable silence. It really had been a while since they had taken a walk like this, just for fun. A while long enough for Robin to forget if they had always been walking next to each other so… closely. It was quite distracting to feel his presence next to her on a constant basis, scorching her entire right side and making her skin crawl. But then again, the mere fact that he was here with her was quite delightful on its own.
For a while they aimlessly wandered through the landscape, sometimes following the paths and sometimes straying away on purpose, through the trees that were torn between an early winter's desolate death and a late autumn's colourful beauty. When they finally found themselves on the shore of the black lake, the place that seemed to hold an inevitable gravity on Robin, the October chill was already sitting deep in her bones. But so was the calm.
"Perhaps we should return to the castle before it starts to rain." Snape remarked, but made no attempt to turn around as he stood with Robin on the waterline, overlooking the mildly crinkling but ever vast surface of the lake. A black mirror.
"I still want to show you that spell." She replied easily, smiling to herself as her eyes lifted from the deep dark grey of the water to the almost blinding greyish white of the sky above them. "I merely had to wait for the right moment."
"And when would that be?" He inquired with a layer of curiosity in his tone, as a crashing thunder rippled through the bubble of serenity that surrounded them.
"Now." Robin replied with a soft smile, then she pulled her wand out of her sleeve and pointed it up at the sky. All she heard for a few seconds was her own breathing, her own heartbeat, and the faint lapping of water at the stones beneath her feet. Focus… Breathe. "Lux obscurius."
The white sky, blinding in its cold brightness. A black lightning, a bolt of utmost darkness, cutting through the white and splitting time for a broken second. Veiling the world in darkness. And then, light again, accompanied by absolute silence. The drowning out of every sound, every noise absent and gone for the duration of this negative of thunder. A heartbeat later, the wind whispered again, the water rolled over the pebbles, and Robin let out the quiet breath she had been holding. A perfect lightning of darkness, a perfect thunder of soundlessness.
"It's quite useless, is it not?" She chuckled nervously after a moment, turning to look at Snape with a small frown and a weak half smile. Damn his enigmatic expression, damn his silence; she had no idea what he thought. "I was just experimenting. Again. It really isn't anything special, it's just-..."
"It is a piece of art if I have ever seen one." He interrupted her, holding her gaze with the barest hint of sincere awe shining through the intricately woven layer of burning emotions Robin couldn't separate into graspable strings. A layer that she only now understood to be the very same as his facade of neutrality. "You should show it to someone who is capable of being moved by such delicate beauty."
"I believe I just did." She replied with a small smile, and his brows furrowed into a frown that was more defense than accusation. Robin understood that he didn't want her to know… but she wanted him to understand that she knew anyway. "You are bleeding emotions, you know… Out of invisible wounds that are unfathomable in their origin to me, but still I can feel you bleeding like you saw the crimson on your fingertips when I did."
For a moment he just stared at Robin, and she in return observed how his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. It was a calming sight, intimate and distant at once. They still stood on the shore, still tempting fate to open up the skies in an orchestration of water, sound and wind. But for the moment, time was frozen.
"You are so very receptive of some matters, and yet so very blind to others. Why, pray tell, do I fall into the former category?" He finally inquired without any spite, and Robin realized just how much she had hoped that he wouldn't just shut her out entirely. Relief drowned that spark of fear before it could root.
"Because I care to look, and you allow me to see." She replied easily, confidently almost, in the knowledge that it was true what she said.
"That's ridiculous... I most definitely do not!" He scoffed with a sullen look, but as Robin quirked an eyebrow at him in doubt, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Fine, perhaps I do. Unintentionally, I should say. What you are supposed to see is annoyance, and occasionally anger."
"Anger is the only emotion that doesn't make you vulnerable by showing it." She shrugged, offering him another small smile that hopefully portrayed understanding rather than disregard of what he was saying. "And the more vulnerable you feel, the more anger comes pouring out of you. Always lashing out, before anyone else has the chance to hurt you first. It's only self-preservation, really. I tend to do the same."
"How do you do it?"
"What?"
"Knowing."
"As I said, I care to look." Robin's smile widened a little, and she shrugged one shoulder. "And you let me see."
"Don't get me started on what you let me see." He huffed, but there was undoubtedly a spark of humor in his voice, now made room for by the vanishing defensiveness. He didn't deny her statement, not again. "For example, I can always tell when you so desperately try to hide your wish to disagree with me in class."
Robin's lips parted as they curled into a large smile, then she had to laugh after a second of surprise. "Well, at least I try not to be an insufferable know-it-all in front of the entire class!"
"You are quite insufferable as it is, but you do know a lot indeed. Next time you want to disagree with me, humor me by trying, will you?"
"You know I'll succeed anyway."
"We should have to see about that." He quirked an eyebrow at her with a not-smirk, clasping his hands behind his back just as the first raindrops ruffled the surface of the lake.
The wind picked up as well, blowing Robin's hair into her face despite the ponytail she'd put it into, but she kept on smiling even as heavy pearls of water hit her lips, her neck, her lashes, each one a beautiful reminder of how intensely and desperately alive she felt in that moment. Sometimes the world ended with a bang, sometimes with a whisper. And perhaps it was reborn the same way.
A bright flash cut through her vision, lightning followed by a deafening thunder, and hell broke loose at last. In an instant the rain doubled in speed, faster and louder and stronger and colder, but Robin only closed her eyes as she smiled up at the sky to let the rain pearl down onto her face. The water soaked through the fabric of her jumper in an instant, stinging her skin in a sodden cold, but it held nothing against the pleasure of raw passion that tided through her at the same time.
When Robin opened her eyes at last, an entire legion of dark lightnings surged through the sky in a web of black ink, hitting the world in a display of brutal fragility. Soundlessness, inevitably drowning out the rain and the wind, as loud in its silence as a crash of thunder in its noise. Then it was just the rain again, putting everything into perspective as Robin finally lowered her gaze from the skies to look at Snape.
He still seemed to be mostly dry, standing under the faint glow of his umbrella spell, and he observed Robin with an expression that, for him, looked almost sincerely happy. The sight squeezed Robin's heart in pure adoration, and she couldn't help but smile while rain dropped down from her lashes and onto her lips.
"You are insufferable." He mused with a small smirk and the most obvious teasing expression.
Robin chuckled in return, shaking her head to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest to at least keep some of her warmth. By now, she was entirely drenched. "What did I do this time?"
"For one, you showed me one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen."
"The spell?"
"Passion." He said without the slightest hint of discomfort, as if it was just another easy fact, and that one mere word set Robin's skin ablaze and her heart under electricity. Damn…
"But…" He added before long, and Robin got the impression that he finally caught on to what he had said. "You are also entirely sodden, and I have to return you to the castle somehow before you turn into an icicle. So get yourself an umbrella before I take pity on you."
"Sure, as soon as you tell me the spell to do so." Robin smiled, giving him a small shrug while she leaned her head to the side. Really, they taught spells for turning animals into drinking cups at school, but not how to conjure up an umbrella. Education… Ironic.
"Perhaps another time." He replied with a hint of a smile as he took the one remaining step to stand next to her, then he wrapped his arm tightly around her shoulders at last.
Robin let herself be pulled close more than gladly, under the dry space of the umbrella and into his side. A moment later the water melted off her skin, fading from her clothes into a thin mist that was blown into the wind and disappeared altogether within a few seconds, leaving her dry enough to bask in the warmth that radiated off him. Gods, he was warm indeed… and his touch still heavenly as ever. She smiled down at the path beneath her feet then, and leaned into his side just a little bit more than she had to as they made their way back towards the castle. If he noticed at all, he made no attempt to protest.
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Right sitting in a field of flowers butterflies flying lazily around him his cybernetic eye recording the world around him wanting to remember it. A voice calls to him and he turns smiling as he sees Henry followed by Ellie coming towards him smile on their faces. They all sit down talking and enjoying the moment.
Happy.
"That's right, my friend. Just enjoy the dream." Reginald whispers madness in his eyes as he sits by the cyborg hands fiddling with the other's wires and systems rewiring the other all the while Right is lost in the fabricated dream.
It was for Right's own good, Reginald kept thinking to himself, finishing up the rewiring process. Soon Reginald would be rid of Henry Stickmin and have HIS leadership back. And Right, well Right had worked really hard as Reginald's friend and right hand man for many years, the least he could do is let Right be forever happy in a everlasting blissful dreamland, while this rewired Right would remember his duty to protect Reginald and only his duty.
After all, this was all for Right's own good.
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"We should get back to station, you know how cranky Reg gets." Ellie said, offering her hand to help Right up. The three of them had been talking for quite some time, and it was nearing dinner time. Right took one last look at the relaxing field before heading back to the escape pod, he would definitely be back tomorrow.
The three of them were soon back at the Toppat Space Station, headed to the cafeteria where Reginald met up with them. "So how was your little trip, Righty?" Right hummed happily as he spoke "Lots of butterflies today, was a completely perfect trip." Reginald just smiled as Henry grabbed Reginald's hand and the two of headed off ahead as Ellie playfully chased after them.
Right thought he heard someone faintly calling him, tell him to wake up and snap out of it, but Right shook off that weird feeling, it was probably Right being hungry and his mind playing tricks on him.
Taco night at the Toppat Space Station was Right's favorite, so many choices to choose from. Right chose a simple taco salad tonight, with Ellie feasting on a burrito bowl, Reginald enjoying a chicken fajita and Henry digging through a plate of nachos. The smell of wonderful food filled the air as Ellie turned to Right and said "This... isn't you, ... have to..."
Right started feeling the cafeteria fade as he listened to Ellie more. Something was wrong... wasn't it?
"You have to grab yourself another because you tore through your first helping" Reginald spoke up, grabbing Right's shoulder and jolting himself back into the cafeteria. Right sheepishly realized he was rather hungry. Right had another taco salad while Henry was talking to Reginald about a big heist that was going to happen soon, with Ellie throwing in a comment or two as well.
Soon Right headed to Henry's room for movie night, they were going to watch some cheesy rom com and most likely laugh at everything happening and yet somehow enjoy the movie. Right plopped down next to Henry on his soft sofa. Soon the movie started and the laughter began, though Right swore he had seen this one before.
It didn't matter as soon Right found himself pointing out a silly plot device that would definitely be used later and Henry agreeing, adding on that shenanigans would ensue. Right continued to watch the movie when he heard a sharp screaming.
"RIGHT, IF YOU KEEP THIS UP, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HENRY! STOP IT PLEASE!"
Right couldn't figure out what the voice meant until he looked ahead... and saw his hands tightly wrapped around Henry's neck. He quickly let go, Henry falling to floor coughing violently and trying to catch his breath.
Right couldn't move his body completely, why couldn't he move his body like he normally could? Right managed to confusedly ask "What is going on here? Why was I..." before Right felt a sharp pain hit his head as the scene flickered from Henry's room to the Toppat office and back, like a tv that was flipping through channels in his vision.
Right couldn't concentrate, everything was so confusing right now, butterflies were glitching in and out of his vision, so many voices were talking at once and his head hurt so much. Right could only scream in pain... until he felt Henry's hand touching the right side of his face.
"Just concentrate... on listening to my... voice and... feeling my touch... it... it will be ok soon." Right heard Henry's straining voice, and felt Henry gently touching his face. Right was still very much in pain and was confused, but as he felt Henry stroke his face and start singing to him, everything else seemed to melt away.
Right felt tired as his vision went dark, barely hearing Henry weakly speak "It is going... to be ok... Righty... this wasn't... your... fault..." Right felt everything go black, a strange eerie silence filling his mind.
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Right felt a bright light hit his eye as he blearily open it, seeing a strangely familiar doctor in his face. "How are you feeling, Right?" Right shook the sleepy fog from his mind as he realized that Dr V was talking to him "I guess fine, very confused on why I am in med bay and why you are here, Anastasia."
Dr V took her glasses off as she sat down "Copperbottom went off deep end, tried to take Toppat leadership from Stickmin in a last ditch effort. He rewired you as his trump card." Right's human eye went wide, he was... rewired, turned against his friends and loved ones? Why didn't he remember any of it?. "Don't be freaking out, you weren't in control of your actions and thus not at fault for what that bastard made you do and also I have upgraded your cybernetics so event like that won't happen again."
"Where is Ellie and Henry? And what happened with Reg?" Right had to know what happened to everyone. "Ellie is waiting right outside and Reginald has been detained and launched straight to The Wall. And Henry... he is fighting for life in ICU." Right sat up and started making his way out of the room, ignoring Dr V's protests.
Ellie was shocked to see Right and moving around so soon after everything Reginald did to him, but she figured out where Right was headed and followed, providing herself as support to Right as they walked.
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Henry was covered in so many tubes and wires, asleep despite all the noises the machines around him were making. Right pulled up a chair and started talking to Henry, letting his finger brush across Henry's cheek.
Ellie stood back in the room as she spoke "This was all Reginald's fault. The bastard couldn't leave well enough alone. Fucking hell." Ellie found tears escaping her eyes as she continued to speak "You looked so... lifeless under that bastard's control, obeying his commands with only a cold "Yes Sir" from your lips. Reginald was so desperate for leadership, he hurt you and us in the process."
Right found himself crying as well, taking Henry's hand and planting a kiss on it, just wanting Henry to live through this. Right heard a weak voice speak "You're ok... thank god you... are ok." Right and Ellie looked shocked as Henry opened his eyes and was speaking. The two of them hugging Henry and crying.
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It took a few weeks, but Henry was soon released from the ICU. He had a hard time speaking now, his voice box injured because of... what Reginald made Right do. He did quickly pick up sign language, and Right stays by his side as translator in meetings.
Ellie started taking more self defense training, wanting to learn a combat where she could apprehend her foe without too much harm. While Right was in no danger of being rewired anymore, Ellie wanted to be damn sure she was ready to step in if Right ever lost himself again.
Right has nightmares from that day, turning out his recording of the butterflies in that field was actually recording everything that happened in real life. But Henry or Ellie are both quick to comfort Right, holding him close and letting him know everything is alright.
Reginald was known as the former leader who went mad with lust and envy for leadership, history writing him down a monster.
#lizzyasks#henry stickmin#right hand man#reginald copperbottom#rightrosemin#rewiring#mind control#choking#doctors#dr vinschpinsilstien
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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)
This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.
This Chapter: The court celebrates the harvest.
Note: I’m a goddamn liar and ended up writing this after work and staying up past midnight because I have a problem people. I need help but until then I’m gonna keep posting so here ya go, my lovelies.
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The week of the harvest celebration had come, though time seemed to stand still. Each day dragged on dreading the next. Anxious of what the king should do next, of how the court should roil once more, of your own part in the brewing mess. Even as the waters calmed it did not comfort you. Peace only assured you that chaos was on the horizon.
Rose continued to stew in her anger. You dared to think it was jealousy. While the king persisted in his prolonged stares during rehearsals, your partner did not ease matters as he passed along his master’s messages. Each added to the weight on your shoulders, the guilt that stabbed you each time you looked at the queen. Though you did not encourage it, you felt your part in it just as grievous.
And your father. When you met again, he did not spare a word. His disappointment, his frustration, his anger all spent upon you. Your disobedience had nearly cost him. Never mind that it kept your reputation in tact, that it gave hope to a future betrothal. He didn’t want an earl’s wife, he wanted a king’s mistress. The baubles you refused to accept, the promise of a title greater than his own father’s. You factored little in his desires outside your ability to fulfill them.
The saffron brocade was stiff across your chest, cut much lower than your usual gowns. Each woman was to wear a different shade of autumn for the performance. The king and queen would lead in goldenrod yellow as satins and silks of auburns, scarlets, and moss would swirl in. In imitation of a rush of leaves falling from the barren trees, heralding the change of seasons.
A seamstress knelt at your feet and pinned the skirts. The queen ran a finger along her throat as she considered you. It was the final fitting before the banquet; you were the last of the women to attend their measurements.
You could barely look Eleanor in the eye. Hearsay was rife as it always was but did she believe the whispers. Did she think the king truly enamoured by you? Did she know of the letters? The gifts he sent along with them? The ones you would not open, that were sent back untouched.
If she did, she did not betray herself. She smiled as she neared and touched the golden border along the top of the bodice. “Tighter around the waist,” She suggested to the tailor. “A half inch lower here.”
You looked down at your chest. You blinked. You really didn’t need less fabric there. As it was, your cleavage was more than noticeable. You bit your lip but did not protest.
“The colour is marvelous,” The queen looked you in the face. “Are you well, my lady?”
“I am but…” You hesitated as the seamstress pinned the bodice. “There are matters we should speak of, your highness.”
“Yes, I think there are,” She nodded and gestured to the seamstress. “If you would excuse us a moment.”
The other woman acquiesced with a bow and quickly retreated. The door closed behind her and left you alone with Eleanor. She smiled and swept away from you to sit on a cushioned bench as the pins in her ashy blonde hair caught the light. She patted the cushion next to her.
“Sit, let us talk of what worries you so.” She cooed.
“Your highness,” You approached reluctantly. “I do not think myself fit for this. I am a poor dancer.”
“You are not so bad,” She said as you sat beside her. “Heavy-footed but not entirely hopeless.”
“Hopeless enough.” You grumbled. “Especially in a place such as this.”
“I know you shall do just fine.” She smiled. “But you do not refer to only the performance, do you, lady?”
“No, no, I do not,” You looked at your lap. “Surely, you’ve heard.”
“There are no secrets at court,” She returned. “I know my husband’s attention has strayed again. I hear Lady Rose and her detest, her complaints of her neglect. And it makes me most happy.”
“But the king…”
“The king does as he wishes. I cannot stop him but I can abide it so long as I am not met with nonchalance and scorn.” She held her head high. “I can stand any mistress but none who would shame me so openly.”
“I...I have refused the king. Every time. I do not wish to involve myself in your marriage. Your highness, I admire you too much. I would never--”
“You’re a smart girl. I trust you are able enough but this court is perilous. Allies are rare but should be welcomed,” She pulled a loose string from the tail of your hood. “So long as you are...covert, I would have no reason to mind the dalliance.”
“P-pardon? Your highness, I don’t understand--”
“Do with my husband as you please. I know you, my lady. You are loyal and you will not so blatantly degrade me. If I must bear this marriage, I shall bear it with a mite of dignity.”
“I please none of it and yet he does not relent. If you are truly my ally, can you not stop him?”
“He will not relent. He never has and I’ve never been able to stop him. No one has.” She sighed and her long lashes flicked. “I do prefer you to Rose. Oh, I do very much.”
“You…” For a moment you gasped for air. The realization struck you in the chest. “You have maneuvered me thus, haven’t you? Because you knew the king would never tolerate your mistreatment of his mistress and so you thrust me before him.”
“I did not thrust you, my lady,” She smiled. “You were merely well-positioned at a most opportune moment.”
Your mouth was bitter with betrayal. The queen had seemed the only genuine character at court but in a moment, she revealed herself to be just as vile as the rest. Perhaps it was easy to pity a scorned woman but it was little excuse for the disgrace of another. You could not forgive her crime on the grounds of another done to her. You clenched your hands together as you tried not to scowl.
“And you expect me to appease him? To forfeit my virtue to him?” You stared at your skirts.
“I expect you to do as you think necessary,” She said, “But my husband gives little heed to what is necessary. To what it proper. He will take as he pleases, not as you please.”
You looked up at her. Terrified. “And you would not stop him?”
“Cannot.” She shrugged and a glimmer of regret flashed her in eyes. She pitied you. “It is not so bad. You will be taken care of after. A husband will be found, or if that does not please you, a household all your own. I swear it on my honour.”
“Your honour?” You scoffed. “You bartered me to your own husband.”
“A barter you could only dream of,” Her green eyes sharpened. “You don’t know, cannot know, what is like. To be ridiculed daily. To be tied to a man who can never love you, a court that will never accept you as their own.” She shook her head. “I did mislead you, I admit it, but only because I know you to be honest. To be without presumption. You would not bring me further shame because you fear it yourself.”
“Do you not realize that you’ve already brought shame upon me?” You stood and crossed the room. You couldn’t stand to be near her. “You are not a friend to me, my queen. I am...alone.”
Silence. You heard the rustle of her skirts but she did not near you. You turned as she reached the door. She adjusted a pin in her hair as she reached for the handle. She exhaled softly.
“You will change so that the dress may be altered and you will go. And you will never speak to me as you have again. I am still your queen.”
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The day of the harvest arrived. The feast hall was draped in golden and bronze silks as the court gathered along the trestles. The benches did not overflow as dancers hid beneath the canopy just beyond the doors, awaiting their grand entrance to the plucking of lutes and trill of flutes.
You stood quietly, head down, hands clamped together as you recited the steps in your head. You weren’t prepared. No matter how often the master led you through the steps, you’d never be ready. You weren’t a dancer and you were too distracted to retain the simple choreography.
A shiver went up your spine as a familiar voice met your ears. The space was tight and the performers were close. Steven’s laughter boomed in the small space and you looked up. The king and queen were at the front of the procession, several pairs between you. He was drawn by your movement and grinned at you before you shied away. The queen batted her lashes and took her husband’s hand. Her response was not heard.
“You should not be so nervous,” Lord Barnes intoned. You’d forgotten his presence beside you. “You are not so tragic as you think.”
“Ever gracious but a poor liar, Lord Barnes.” You huffed. “I have noticed how you’ve padded your boots.”
He chuckled. “Of the dozen pairs among us, do you think we would stick out so sorely?”
“I hope not,” You said. “Thought I apologize if I should make fools of both of us.”
“You are much too cynical.” He stepped closer. “You deny yourself even the slightest error. How can one find any pleasure in life with such suffocating restraint?”
“As a lord who would never face consequence for his lack of, I doubt you could understand the caution of a lady.” You returned.
“Surely not. I could never be so pious. So...boring.” He mused.
You bristled and turned your face away from him. You looked around at the other dancers as they chattered and fidgeted in their impatience. Rose snarled as she caught your eye and shrugged off Lord Alan. You blanched and tucked your chin to your chest.
“I was teasing, my lady,” Barnes leaned in. “You needn’t take it so heavily.”
“I am aware, my lord. I can understand humour, as poorly as it may be presented.” You looked to him pointedly. “I may be plain but I am not simple.”
He laughed again. He glanced around and you followed his gaze to the door. The king peered between the bodies and watched intently. You stiffened and returned your attention to your partner.
“So I’ve noticed.” Barnes said. “As has he.”
“And you, his infiltrator?” You arched a brow. “Do you recount our every word?”
“I might be a loyal companion to the crown but I am no informant. What we speak of remains between us, I swear it.” He assured you. “But I might tell you something...most intimate.”
“So you would?” You prodded.
“I’ve known Steven since we were children. I know him better than any. I know him beyond the courtly disguise he wears.” Barnes faced you and took your hand. He drew you close. “As I stand near to you, he watches, he seethes, because he is quite taken by you.” His voice was low. “And the more you refuse him, the more taken he shall be.” He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “And he has rarely been refused in his life...he will not stand for it long.”
“Is this a warning or another message?” He dropped your hand and stepped back.
The queen’s voice rose above the babble and she clapped her hands. “Lords, Ladies, we are due. Positions, please.”
She turned and the king raised his hand for her to take. Each couple mirrored them and you took Barnes hand as he stood side by side with you. He looked to his feet and pretended to kick the dust from his toe as he spoke under his breath.
“It is both, my lady,” He whispered. “A king’s requests quickly become commands.”
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“May I?” Barnes was beside you before you could flee.
You’d hoped to cling to the wall until you could manage to sneak away. As late, you’d grown much too conspicuous for that. You turned back to him, caught in your retreat, and sighed. He was not the only to note your attempted escape. Your father sneered from his seat and the king raised his head above the queen’s as they spun along the boards.
“I wouldn’t pain you or your toes further, my lord.” You replied.
“I can bear it,” He assured you. “And there is no other partner I wish. They’re all rather dull.”
“Dull of foot might be more painful than dull of wit.” You returned and he grinned.
“The wit does outweigh the foot, my lady,” He offered his hand. “Come on.”
Your eyes were drawn back to your father. He tilted his head dangerously. You couldn’t tell if it were to deter you from dancing or from leaving. You forced a smile and took Barnes’ hand. He guided you onto the floor lithely. His feet were swift and kept clear of your own.
“Did I mention how wonderful you look, tonight?” He marveled as you turned in time with the room. “The cut of that dress is quite complimentary.”
You kept your head high and did your best to follow the steps. “Thank you, my lord. That is kind of you to say.”
“Not so drab as that habit you wore before,” He japed. “Was it the queen who recommended the brocade?”
You stared at him. You struggled to piece together the puzzle. Did he operate upon his own resolve? Upon the kings? Or perhaps he was just as much the pet of the queen? Your lips pressed together as you peeked again across the room. Both king and queen watched you as they moved their bodies gracefully to the music.
“The queen did,” You answered evenly. “She was certain to see that all her ladies were attired fittingly for the event.”
You avoided his gaze as he watched you. As you tried to decipher him, he did the same to you. Your foot came down on his but he did not flinch as he smoothly guided you along the floor. The music swirled around you with your skirts as you were led in the jig. Your head spun with the candlelight and crowd of satin and silk. He squeezed your hand and you looked to him. He smirked as the music eased to the next tune and he bowed to you.
“My lady,” He said as he led you by your hand.
As he turned you, you found the king waiting. You searched through the crowd, the queen was already swept up by Lord Samuel. She paid no heed to her husband’s ploy. You wondered if she were not a party to it. Lord Barnes released you and nodded to his king. “Your highness.”
“Would you allow me a dance, my lady?” The king coaxed.
You fought not to dissemble. You glanced around and found your father still watching. He leaned forward as he nodded. His hand was in a fist on the table. You didn’t dare resist. You took the king’s hand and let him lead you to the melody.
“My lady, you are more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you,” He said breathily. His eyes did not meet yours as they wandered to the top of your bodice. “I’ve found it most difficult to think of anything but you this night ...truly every night.”
“You flatter me, your highness.”
“I am honest. I bear myself to you.” He said. “And you still refuse my gifts? Still refuse me?”
“You know I cannot--”
“I know you are afraid but you haven’t reason to be. I shall protect you; from the queen, from the court. You shall be mine and I shall make certain you are kept well.” His blue eyes burned down at you. “I only long to give you everything. To give you all of me, all I ask in return is you.”
“You are married--”
“But not in love.”
“You are king and I am an earl’s daughter. Unwed and without betrothal.”
“As king, I can see to your future. I can give you title, a castle, lands…”
“So I shall lower myself to courtesan for you?”
“No, no, never. I shall raise you, my lady. Hold you in the highest esteem.”
“You shall ruin my reputation.”
“Can you not see how I suffer? My lady, you torment me so.”
“Your highness,” You stopped short and he nearly stumbled. “It cannot be. To prolong it will not change the circumstance that divides us. I do not seek infamy, I do not seek controversy, nor will I lower myself to be your mistress.”
“Lower…? I do not ask you--”
“You do. For what shall people say? What do they already whisper?” You rescinded your hand. “Your highness, you have not considered fully what you ask of me. You have not considered me.”
“I--”
“Excuse me, your highness,” You touched your stomach as it knotted. “I think I am unwell.”
He blinked, stunned. He bowed his head and you backed away from him. You readied yourself for his pursuit. For him to stop you. He did not and when he was hidden by the crowd, you turned and scurried to the door.
You didn’t slow until you reached an alcove just along the corridor. You were shaky as you leaned against the stone and caught your breath. Would the king be upset? Surely your father would but you could face his wrath as you had your entire life. You recalled Barnes’ words. Would the king cease to merely ask?
And who could save you? The king had a dozen allies and you had not one. The queen would not stop him, nor would his leal friend. Your father, surely, would find a way to assist him. Your own blood would sell you into scandal. You were so very alone.
A sole scuffed upon the stone and drew you from your reverie. A shadow loomed just around the corner and you tucked yourself into the alcove. You flattened your skirts with your hands and held your breath. The footsteps neared and you didn’t dare to move.
The king’s tall silhouette appeared before you. He walked past the alcove as he looked around. He sighed softly and hung his head. He tapped his toe as he stopped and hooked his thumbs in his belt. You watched, paralysed.
He let out a disappointed grumble and turned back. The toe of his boot caught the hem of your skirt as it splayed out from your hiding spot and he stopped. He looked over and his eyes met yours in the dim of the lanterns. They pierced you through the shadows and his lips curved.
“My lady,” He greeted, “Why do you run from me?” He stepped forward. “Hide from me?” He lowered himself to his knees as he reached for your hands. “Can’t you see how desperate I am? How I am completely at your mercy?”
“Your highness, please,” You begged as he gripped your hands tightly. “Please, this is indecent.”
“My lady,” He brought your hands to his lips and laid a dozen kisses upon them. “I cannot wait. I’ve never waited so long and it pains me deeply. Every second I am away from you, I cannot think. I cannot live.”
“Your highness,” Your voice was coarse as you tried to escape his hold. “You would tarnish me.”
He released your hands and you tried to brush past him. He caught you around the waist and pulled you against him. He pressed his face to your stomach and kissed the taut brocade. He nuzzled into you and raised his chin to look up at you over your bosom. You caught his shoulders as you struggled with him.
“Please, please…” You could barely speak. You were terrified at his strength, at how easily he held you there. He walked forward on his knees as he pushed you back into the alcove until you met the wall. “Please…”
He dropped his arms and you felt your skirts lift and you sobbed. He lowered his head as he tugged at your skirts and you felt the cool air on your ankles. He bent and you pressed yourself to the wall. You could barely breathe as you watched him. He lowered himself until his lips met your slippers. He kissed both and sat back on his heels.
“Can’t you see, my lady?” He peered up at you. “You have me on my knees?” He bent to kiss them again. “I am yours.” He declared as he sat up once more. “Entirely yours.”
You clasped your hands before your chest. You were trembling. You could not speak as you stared down at him. He let your skirt fall back into place as he stood. His shadow enshrined you as he reached out to touch your cheek.
“Are you afraid, my lady?”
You nodded and turned away from his touch.
“You needn’t be for I shall find a way for us to be together. A proper way.” His fingers trailed down and he dragged his thumb along your lower lip. “I promise you, I will.”
For a moment, he held your face. His hand firmly cradled your chin and he leaned in until his breath was upon your lips. His thumb traced your lips and he closed his eyes. He let out a long sigh and pulled away from you suddenly.
“I will wait,” He said, though he spoke more to himself than you. “I will wait.” He opened his eyes and bowed to you. “My lady.”
You watched him back away, too stunned to move as his shadow faded down the hall and his footsteps softened to silence. You cowered in the stone alcove until you were certain he was gone. At last, you found your strength and stepped into the amber light of the lanterns.
Lord Barnes’ foreboding rang in your head; ‘A king’s requests quickly become commands.’
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