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Time to post another story. But this time I planned a larger one.

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Word Count: 2,861 words

Title: tbd

What I want to do basically is re-write Red Dead Redemption 2 a little. I know, we need to accept the original writer's vision, because it is already perfect. So on and so forth. And it is, but I don't care, I need my happy ending, so I thought I take it into my own hands.

For this I created a new character. Why? Because, Arthur deserves someone at his side.

I don't want to spoil the plot any further, which I already got outlined completely. Just want to let you take a glimpse into the beginning of my story. (There is no Arthur or Van der Linde gang in the beginning - the prologue will be the introduction of my main character: Gianna Romano.)

Please leave some constructive criticism so I can improve myself. I much appreciate it.

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Please notice, that this chapter contains themes of (implied) violence. All is heard, not seen by my main character.

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Prologue

It was a beautiful day in Saint Denis, Lemoyne. As beautiful as a day can be with the sweltering heat and humid air of the surrounding bayou. The sun was beaming from the sky, but the dark clouds on the horizon were already heralding one of the typical storms that often hit Lemoyne. The streets of Saint Denis were filled with people, carriages, and other urban bustle. The air was filled with the usual hollering of carriage drivers trying to make their ways. The streetcar rang merrily in front of each of its stops. On the sidewalks walked smartly dressed ladies and gentlemen, most likely on their ways to their next commitment. They courteously greeted each other before returning to their commutes. All seemed to be going about one's own business.

On a little bench away from the lively hustle and bustle, a teenage girl sat engrossed in her book. Her walnut brown locks were braided into a braid and pinned up high. Her nose, adorned with freckles, was wrinkled and her almost black-brown eyes ran steadily over the sentences of the pages. The position in which she sat was rather unseemly for a young lady of her age and standing. She had, for example, one leg crossed under her body, while her right foot tumbled under her seat. Glistening in the sun was her lightly tanned skin, an inherited trait from her parents.

A paragraph later, Gianna slammed the book shut and heaved a sigh. It was far too hot to read. She caught sight of an elderly lady with a parasol walking leisurely but elegantly past the bench she was sitting on, and she instantly noticed the upturned nose in her direction. Flustered and now becoming aware of her sitting position, she neatly let both legs glide to the floor in front of her. Visibly more satisfied, the lady walked on and turned her gaze forward again. Another sigh escaped Gianna as she leaned back.

Hurried footsteps and laughter of young women announced their presence and made her look in the direction from which the crowd was coming. "Gia! Gia, you need to help me!" cried the blonde girl at the head of the group to her. At this, Gianna stood up, crossing her arms with the book behind her, a roguish grin on her lips. "Help you with what, Alice?" her voice was warm, yet firm. As the group finally reached and surrounded her, Alice grabbed onto her shoulders. "It's Alfie.". In response, the other girls giggled. "He's sweet on Alice!" a red-haired girl chuckled, and Gianna pulled a knowing face. The girls all continued to giggle except for Alice. "Argh, Erin!" was Alice's complaint, yet even she couldn't hold back a giggle. "We'll figure it out," Gianna promised, as they set off in the direction of the park.

They found a nice spot in the garden where they settled into their conversations. "There's Alfie!", Erin suddenly whispered to Gianna lightly nudging her in the side. Gianna's gaze fell on a young man no older than herself. He had black hair, cut short. His clothes were neat, if a little too tight in places. His pants were also a little too short. She didn't know why Alice didn't like Alfie, but that wasn't her decision either. "Ladies, prepare for a bit of theatrics. We shall show Alfie that Alice is not interested, and he shall be left with no choice but to retreat." she conspired with her friends. Eager looks hung on her lips, though Alice made an uncertain face. "Are you sure about this, Gianna?". "Trust me, my dear Alice. We shall make quite the impression! Now all you need to do is follow my lead!", Gianna confidently reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. It was her warm smile that seemed to convince the young blonde. She nodded. Meanwhile, Alfie seemed to have spotted them and was now walking determinedly towards the group, his gaze locked on Alice, a skittish smile on his face. When he reached them, Gianna began.

"And then I said, 'I shall be an actress, adored by thousands!' and the people cheered all around!" exclaimed her voice loudly through the park as she dramatically stood up in front of her friends. "Oh, great Gianna! You would make the grandest actress in all of Saint Denis!" the girls chimed in and began to laugh. Alfie's expression was now extremely unsettled. Gianna could see in the corner of her vision that his previously resolute steps were giving way to hesitation. In fact, he tried to speak several times, but then seemed to reconsider. Her friends, however, were careful not to look in his direction. The coup of it all was to make him feel like no one would be able to notice him straight away. Eventually, one of her friends was supposed to pretend that she had just realized his presence. As if on cue, "Oh, Gianna, look! Alfie is here. He surely wants to express his admiration for you, too," Alice ushered in an exaggerated, hushed tone. In a sweeping gesture, Gianna whirled her body around, gave a deep bow "Ah, Alfie! My ardent admirer!", she theatrically waved her handkerchief as if fanning herself, "What brings you to our humble gathering?". Alfie now looked more than nervous, almost bewildered. "Uh, well, I just thought I'd join you all. I, um, wanted to talk to Alice.". Gianna raised her eyebrows, "Alice?" her tone striving to be ignorant and surprised. She turned to Alice, "How peculiar! Whatever for?". Alice mumbled sheepishly, "Oh, um, we only talk about nonsense. About…er….the weather!". Gianna leaned down to Alice. "The weather, you say? Fascinating!", she stage-whispered, "I suppose you two must be discussing the mysteries of rainbows and thunderstorms!". She gestured toward the sun in the sky, then toward the dark clouds on the horizon. With the girls giggling, Alfie continued to look at them in puzzlement. Several times he made to speak again, but it took him a while before the words left his mouth. "Well, um, actually, we talk about…other things, too," he finally said shyly. Embarrassed, he glanced anxiously to his right and left before his gaze flitted momentarily to Alice. At this Gianna placed herself in the line of his gaze. "Ah, young love! How enchanting! But dear Alfie, I must be honest. Alice's heart is as free as a bird in flight!", again she punctuated her dramatic words with the appropriate gestures, "Her thoughts are filled with grand adventures and the allure of the stage!". Her expression finally turned serious before her gaze bored deeply into Alfie's. Around them, the group nodded emphatically. Alfie cleared his throat, though before he could open his mouth, Alice cut in, "Yes, that's true! I have dreams, you know!". "You see, Alfie, Alice is destined for greatness!", Gianna said slyly, "Her heart is not yet tethered to anyone's, for she dances to her own tune. I'm afraid young love may not be in her script at this time!" She compassionately put her hand on Alfie's shoulder as her friends applauded her performance. Alfie, however, was turning beet red. "I see. Well, uh, it was nice talking to you all. I'll, um, leave you to your grand adventures then.". With one final look at Alice, he turned the other way and walked away quickly.

Gianna called out after him, "Farewell, dear Alfie! May your heart find its own grand adventure!". With that, she bowed deeply to the applause of her friends. Then they all burst out laughing. "Gianna, that was brilliant! Thank you!", Alice gushed. With a triumphant grin, Gianna merely replied "The critics seem to be pleased today." before rejoining the general laughter of her friends.

In the afternoon, the young ladies said goodbye to each other. Gianna made her way home. As she walked along the sidewalk, she thought again about Alfie. Actually, it was not nice how they had treated him. Surely his mother would complain to her mother if he told her about today's meeting. Then she would be in for a scolding from her parents again. But it had been worth it to her. If she could make Alice happy, she had no problem getting into a little trouble at home. Stepping through the small garden gate at the back of the family home, she made her way to the back of the house. It was one of the nicer Saint Denis houses in the more luxurious neighborhood, even if it wasn't as big as the mayor's house. Nevertheless, besides the first floor, it had another floor, in which her room was located.

Skilfully, she slipped into the house undetected. Past the kitchen with the cook, then up the stairs, avoiding the fourth step from the bottom, because it creaked treacherously, and then finally at the end of the corridor into her little domain. Before dinner and the evening bath, Gianna wanted to do a little writing. She was rather fond of creating little stories or writing down the events of the day. For this purpose, she had set up her own little space in the intermediate space between the panels at the back of her room. There, one of the large wall panels was loose. It was easy to remove and to put back from the inside so that no one could suspect that a small hiding place had been set up there.

Again, she pushed herself behind the panels. Thank God she wasn't that tall, so she had no problems to sink down on the cushions she had placed there. She turned on the small lamp. Here in her little hiding place she was often when she was inspired. No one bothered her there. With a small smile on her lips, she pulled out the new fountain pen she had received from her father and began to write.

By the time she set the pen down, the back of her neck ached. She didn't realize how long she had sat in the same position, so focused she had been writing down today's events from the park and further embellishing them. Stretching, Gianna wondered if she should sneak down to the kitchen to see how far along dinner was. Maybe she could tease her little brother a little, too.

All of a sudden, there was a crashing sound that reached her ears. Seemingly it was coming from downstairs. Muffled voices penetrated through the wall panels. Then another rumble, followed by a loud outcry. Gianna's eyes snapped open. What was going on here? Cautiously, she pushed the panels open a bit. "She must be here somewhere," a rough masculine voice called out. It was followed by footsteps down the corridor, directed toward her room. Just in time, Gianna closed the panels again, at the same instant her room door was pushed open. "There's no one up here!" another male voice rang out, far closer than the first. Gianna held her breath. "Maybe she's under the bed! Go on, take a look. She must be here somewhere!". Footsteps crossing through her room. Carefully, without wanting to make a sound, she switched off the lamp next to her. She didn't know whether the beam of light might be seen through a potential crack between the wall and the panel. A shiver of fear crept down her spine. Where were her parents? What about her brother? These men seemed to be up to no good. The footsteps moved away from her again, out into the hall. "There's no one there," the second voice rang out. "Then come back down!" the first called out. More thudding told Gianna that the man was doing as he was told: he was descending the stairs. She pushed the wall panels open again warily. Her room lay in the dark, the door was only ajar. "Where is your daughter?" she heard someone yell angrily. "I don't know, please let my family go. They are innocent.", Gianna again froze at the door frame of her room. It was her father's voice. Never had she heard him speak with such anguish and begging. Feeling her heart tighten, she continued slowly down the hall. "Innocent or not. What Mr. Brontë says will be carried out. And he wants us to silence all of you. So one more time. Where is your daughter, Romano?". Perhaps, with luck, Gianna would be able to make it downstairs and get outside. Maybe she could inform the law. The voices sounded like they were coming from the foyer. The bottom of the stairs were not visible from there. She slowly descended the steps, her moves measured. "She's not here," her father's voice sounded again. A slap and her mother's shriek. "Let's try again. Maybe that will loosen your voice." Gianna could hear her father was sobbing and her mother's whimpering. Tears ran down her own cheeks. She needed to hurry. Almost all the way down she was. The voices in the anteroom continued to interrogate her parents, interrupted occasionally by slaps against her mother, as well as her father's pleas.

Only five more steps to take. A small sigh of relief slipped out of her, almost inaudible. Unmistakable was the jarring creak of the fourth step from the bottom. The voices in the anteroom abruptly fell silent. Gianna stopped dead in her tracks for a second, but then ran without hesitation. No longer was there any point in proceeding quietly. She ran resolutely through the back door and, instead of taking the gate in the fence, she dashed straight through the hedge at the side of the garden to the adjacent property. Behind her she could hear the back door being flung open once more, heavy footsteps on the porch following her. However, she did not turn around, instead running full speed ahead. Ever thinking of making it to the lawmen as fast as she could.

Completely out of breath and trembling with fear, she fell through the sheriff's door. The imposing building also had an anteroom with a reception desk. Behind it, several cells could be seen. Her clattering, loud and disorderly arrival had caused almost all heads to turn toward her. Gasping for breath, she grabbed the counter in front of the reception desk. "You must help me, good sirs! My family is being attacked right now!" she brought out with difficulty. "Good girl, take it easy. Now, why don't you catch your breath? What exactly happened?". With all her might, Gianna tried to calm her nerves. Then she recounted briskly what she had just experienced and heard at home. The officer listened patiently and led her to an adjoining room. There, Gianna finally took a seat. Only then did she notice that her legs were trembling. Whether because of the dire situation or her desperate sprint, she didn't know. They handed her a glass of water and assured her that they would take care of the situation. Men were already on their way to her house, they added. A thankful smile appeared on her face.

They eventually left her alone in the adjoining room. From where she was sitting, she could see straight into the front room through a pane of glass, but her place of seating was not immediately apparent. As she slowly regained her strength and sipped her glass of water, she took a closer look at the building. Most of the cells were empty. Only at the end was a person curled up on their cot. What exactly had happened that her family was now in such danger? She knew that her father worked as a lawyer mainly for Angelo Bronte. Just like her parents, Mr. Brontë had also immigrated to America from Italy. She vaguely knew that he was known in the American-Italian community for his not-quite-legal business dealings. But she had never given the man another thought. When she had asked questions as a child, her father had always evaded them. She shouldn't worry her head, had his answer always been. The pleading voice and pained cries of her parents echoed in her thoughts with a heavy heart. The law could hopefully free her parents soon. Also, she did not know where her brother was. Perhaps he had been able to hide as well. At worst, he had also been in the room with her parents.

It was then that the main door opened and two men entered the building. They too made their way to the reception area and spoke to the lawman there. While Gianna couldn't hear what they were saying, she clearly saw the lawman nodding his head in her direction. Another cold shiver ran down her spine. It seemed odd to her. Through the glass, the men turned their eyes in the direction indicated. And for a split second, their eyes met Giana's, until she ducked to the side and scrambled out the back of the room. In fact, this struck her as very odd. In a hurry, she scurried crouched through the building and finally found a door out the back. She had to get out of this mess. And she needed to get out soon.

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The prologue actually doesn't end here. I still have a bit to write before I can end the chapter. But I thought, I provide this part and the next at a later date maybe.

Let me know what you think. Would you like to read further? Do you have any other constructive criticisms for me?

And thank you for reading! I really hope you liked it :)

#fanfiction #rdr2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #originial female character #original character #implied violence

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sinaliciousposts · 2 years ago

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The preferred nursemaid xD

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #Arthur nursemaid Morgan #horseshoe overlook #a fisher of men

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Another day, another prompt I just finished.

This time I ventured into the vast lands of Pandora.

What was my challange? I'm glad you asked.

Sentences to use:

- You're really cute, you know.

- Why can't you be honest with me? With yourself?

- I didn't know where else to go.

Fandom: Borderlands

Pairing: Handsome Jack/Female!Reader

Tags: Jack is being Jack (I hope), a little bit of brief strangulation (it is Jack we are talking about), strained relationship.

And now. On to the story:

That Bastard

Pandora. Relentless, harsh, unforgiving. Life on Pandora was all that. But it was still your home. As much as you hated this stinking planet, you still had to come to terms with it. As the daughter of a notorious bandit clan, your future was actually predetermined from birth. But you had chosen your own path. Your family did disinherit you and chased you away. You did not want to have anything to do with their way of life. Grown up among psychos, the abominable customs of the more sinister corners of Pandora were all too familiar to you. But you had been determined to leave all this behind. And your determination paid off. You couldn't leave this hellhole of a planet, but you were able to build up a halfway decent existence in Three Horns Devide on your own terms. You knew how to defend yourself and your eyes and ears were almost everywhere, building up a network to make your living. Your merchandise? Information.

This day had been particularly hot and you were glad that it was now slowly coming to an end. The sun was already low in the sky and from your elevated house you could see the dark outlines of the drydocks where the sun slowly disappeared behind. If you looked in the other direction, you could see Sanctuary glittering. Your echo made a beeping sound and you turned to examine the device. A new message was displayed. One of your informants. A tip about compromised power cells. No sooner had you finished reading the first message, a new message popped up with another ping. Dossiers about the new Vault Hunters, which had appeared on Pandora a few weeks ago. The only familiar name at first glance was Salvador. You knew that he, too, was Pandoran, just like you. You skimmed through all 6 dossiers and found that they were more than detailed. A few clicks on your echo and the usual amount went from your account to that of your informants. It was always good to pay your people enough. And with this information you could certainly make some money. After you finished the transaction, you threw your Echo back on the desk. You leaned back in your chair and put your feet up on the table. Maybe you should call it a day. You could just get a quick dinner and call it a night. Maybe you could visit Zed and get a few supplies to replace used med kits.

Your mind made up, you took your feet off the desk and straightened up to close your laptop next to you when an alert caught your attention. One of your motion detectors had gone off. A little worried, you pulled the device towards you and began your investigation. It was probably just a skag. But you could never be sure. You didn't want to risk being ambushed. You had seven surveillance cameras around your house. Skipping through all of them, you halted at camera six. At the foot of the ladder to your house, you could make out one person. A groan escaped you when you recognized him. That bastard.

Before he could reach your door, which was only ajar, you spoke your greeting to him: "Handsome Jack. What brings you to my humble little hut?". Your door opened with a squeak, revealing your visitor. He was wearing his usual dark blue jeans and gray jacket with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. Under the jacket he wore a brown vest with large silver buckles where a white overlong shirt protruded. Underneath you could see his yellow Hyperion shirt peeking out. He casually entered your dwelling in his brown sneakers. On his mask he had put on his usual arrogant grin. While one hand remained over his holster on his right leg, he made a dramatic, greeting gesture with his left hand and clicked his tongue. "Someday I am going to surprise you, kiddo." You rolled your eyes inwardly. You absolutely couldn't stand it when he called you kiddo. And he knew this. Relaxed, he now ran his hand through his graying brown hair. But his right hand remained on his hip. Still not stupid, you realized. Because you were also armed and would not hesitate to give him a shot or two if he so much as put a foot out of place. "I do not often entertain house calls. I handle my business through Echo usually. What kept you from calling like you normally do?" you wanted to know. He could and should keep his games to himself. You didn't want to get involved. "Awww, pumpkin. Is that any way to greet the best thing that could ever happen to you? Hmm?", his voice dripped with smugness. You let out an annoyed sigh. That you had ever gotten romantically involved with him, you somewhat regretted. His arrogance was more than off-putting, but you couldn't deny that he could be extremely charming. If he chose to be. "What do you want, Jack?"

If you could, you wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. With any luck, this would work out in your favor. Under no circumstances did you want to get wrapped around his little finger. Again. He seemed to notice your reluctance, because a twinkle appeared in his heterochromatic eyes. It gave you a sinking feeling in your gut. Did he now think this is a challenge? That bastard.

Whatever was going through his mind, you had to distract him somehow. "I don't feel like repeating myself," you began, watching Hyperion's CEO as he now flopped down, unwinding on your tattered sofa. "You should definitely do something about your decor. I'd be lying if I called it anything other than disgusting.", he wrinkled his nose while wiping the crumbs of your last meal off the armrest. "I'll have the bill for my dry cleaning and doctor sent to you. Hope I don't catch anything here." His gaze now turned back to you, while he rested his right foot on his left knee. He hadn't been listening to you or he was just ignoring you. Pissed off, you got up from your chair, walked around your desk and leaned on it with your arms crossed. "Jack. Cut the bullshit and get to the point. Say what you want and then get the fuck out of here.", you wanted to make it unmistakably clear to him that you weren't in the mood to play his stupid games today. You were tired and wanted to enjoy your evening off. You did make plans to head to Sanctuary and you wanted to reach it before it turned dark outside. In less than a second Jack had jumped up and had his right hand mercilessly around your throat. The weight of his body pushed you further into your desk, moving it a little in the process. A wave of fear came over you. Perhaps you had been too careless with your annoyed tone and choice of words. It was not wise to infuriate him, for he had learned to stand up for what he wanted and not settle for anything less. "Stop it, Jack. You're hurting me," you choked out. "You're really cute, you know. Giving me attitude one minute and almost shitting yourself in the next. You know exactly why I'm here." His face was very close to yours, so you could understand him even though you were gasping for air. As your gaze slowly blurred, you couldn't help but stare into his mismatched eyes. The left one was blue, as crystal clear as the sparkling ocean in the sun. The right one of a green, which made every other color pale beside it. The intensity in his eyes had always mesmerized you. It cost you immense effort not to lose yourself in his gaze. Before your vision completely darkened, he let go of your throat and took a few steps away from you. Panting and coughing, you took deep breaths as you sank to your knees. Your hands replaced his around your neck and rubbed. Surely there would be bruises in a couple of hours. That bastard.

He clicked his tongue disdainfully, then brought his irresistible grin back to his face. "Naaa, I'm not going to snuff out your little lights. What's the point of that? But I have to remind you: Watch your language, pumpkin." When your breathing had calmed down to some extent, you stood up. With a steady gaze, you looked into his mismatched eyes. "I'm unfortunately not sure why you are here. And I'm asking you to leave now," this time your tone was rather tired. Your voice slightly stricken. You held his intense look and couldn't help but notice something other than the usual intensity and his excessive cockiness flare up in his eyes. Was it doubt? Disbelief? Regret? You were not sure. But you would not flinch. "Why can't you be honest with me? With yourself?", Jack wanted to know in a whisper. This time his tone didn't ooze with smugness. The serious question caught you completely off guard and you couldn't hide your confusion. Slowly you turned your eyes away, took your Echo from the desk and went over to your sofa where you settled down exhausted. That bastard.

"Fifty thousand," was your curt reply. "Per dossier." He took out his Echo and clicked on it a couple of times. A ding on yours told you his money had arrived. You made sure it was the correct amount. Then you sent him a copy of the Vault Hunter's dossiers. Tired, you threw the Echo on the sofa next to you. "I'm not the only one who deals in information, you know," you mumbled to him while resting your head on one arm and kneading the bridge of your nose with the other hand. "I don't do business with bandits. And I have to be more than careful with whom I get involved with. You know me, cupcake. I didn't know where else to go." A little startled, you looked up at him. He was leaning on your desk now, arms leaning on it behind him, simply watching you. On his face, that incredibly charming grin that always made your stomach flutter. You noticed how you blushed when you realized that his last words were one of his rare and rather honest, if awkward, compliments. He could be charming. If he wanted to be. That bastard.

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And with that, kiddos, I stagger off into the night. I slightly edited it. Got some good constructive critiscm to improve :)

I really hope you did enjoy it.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

#handsome jack #handsome jack x reader #female reader #borderlands fanfiction

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Next prompt I wrote.

This time our fandom is Pokémon.

Pairing: Guzma/Reader

Step by step

Finally the workday is over. And at last it's the weekend. You have more than earned this time off. This week had been particularly exhausting, but you also wanted to prepare your students properly for their upcoming exams. And you also wanted to prepare them for the upcoming new rotation of the island challenge. While you slowly packed up your materials, you thought back to the time when you yourself had tackled the tasks that then consisted of the island challenges. You had never had the opportunity to master them completely. At that time, however, you were almost too old at 14 to even start. Your parents back then were simply overcautious. Before that, you had only ever listened to the stories of your friends, who continued to stick by you even after their travels. Then, just before your fifteenth birthday, your family moved to Johto and you had to break everything off and leave your friends behind. At this thought you couldn't help but chuckle.

Your briefcase in your hands, now packed, you left the classroom. Around you there was the usual commotion of students and their parents. Everyone was in a hurry to leave for the end of today's school day. You heard various people saying goodbye to you as you passed by and also returned a farewell remark. "Just a quick stop by the teachers' lounge and then off home.", you thought and went back to your nostalgic thoughts.

You had spent eight years in Johto before you were old enough and had enough money to move back home. Since then, you've been working as a teacher at the trainer school. At first, of course, only as a substitute while you continued your education. Many of your colleagues were extremely skeptical when they learned more about you. But you didn't care. In the meantime, even those doubts had passed. It has been a rough ride since your return. Your wish to continue exactly where you had to stop back then had unfortunately not come true. At least not right away.

"Heading home?", you heard the voice of the current guest lecturer, and you turned to face him. "Kukui. Hadn't noticed you at all. Yeah, it's finally my weekend.", you replied to the still young professor as you slightly cocked your head to the side and smiled.

"How's Burnet?", you wanted to know further from your old friend. He had to laugh. "She's doing all right so far. She thinks she can't wait for the finale to come, though."

"I can imagine that. When is the calculated due date?"

"In 3 weeks."

"Then it won't be much longer,", you said cheerfully. Suddenly he looked at you with a firm expression.

"And what are your plans for the future? Are you being treated well?", he wanted to know in a serious voice. You had to laugh for a moment. Him asking you if you were planning kids was absurd.

"Nah, cool it. We've got enough on our plate right now.", you deliberately ignored the second question.

With a glance at your watch, you continued, "I'll be on my way now. He should be done with his community service for the day by now, too."

"Okay, take care.", was Kukui's farewell.

That Kukui. He's way too overprotective, too. Just like your parents. While you continued down the road toward Hau'oli City, your trip down memory lane continued. It took long enough for you and Guzma to get things sorted out to continue your relationship. That had been the hardest part of moving back then. It had been young teenage love in those days and when you came back, neither he nor you knew if it could be something that was going to work in the future. In addition, he had gotten involved in things he didn't want you mixed up in. It took him a long time to get over his own fear and let you back into his life.

When you finally arrived in front of your apartment building, you pulled your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door. Just a quick climb up the stairs to the second floor and you would finally be able to put on more comfortable clothes.

As you opened your apartment door, you could already hear the ruckus. "Fuck this shit.", it boomed repeatedly, followed by a crack. Closing the door behind you, you took off your shoes. Angry footsteps from the study announced your boyfriend's approach. As soon as he stepped into the hallway and into your field of vision, he froze. In his hands he held the sad remains of one of your decorative accessories. It was completely flattened. "Babe, you're back already," Guzma began, seeming to ponder how he could explain the state of your décor. "What happened?", you set your bag down with an amused sigh.

Guzma's right hand rubbed the back of his neck and his undercut. This has always been a nervous habit of his. "I thought I could reach my stuff on top of the closet...probably would have been smarter to use a stepladder after all," he paused as you took the remnants from his hand to look at them closely.

The wooden decorative cube had now become a not so decorative wooden disc. You couldn't help but laugh. It just looked too funny. Shaking with laughter, you pressed out, "How did that happen?" Your opposite cleared his throat while still running his hand over the back of his neck. "I might have fallen on it.", he muttered. Your laughter intensified. You let the ruined piece of furniture fall to the floor with a clatter and hunched over with laughter. "Tse, you know it did hurt a fair bit. There were spiky edges and shit on it.". You tried to calm yourself down again with deep breaths, and for the most part you succeeded. "Let me see. Where did you land on it?". Guzma turned his back to you and pulled up his white shirt. You could still see some marks. There were also a few scratches visible, which had made it through the shirt. "Aww, I'm sorry about that.", you comforted him, now no longer chuckling. "And that's only because my shit is just always out of reach.", he grumbled.

You pondered. He was right. Basically, his stuff, which he had brought with him, was always put away and thus out of reach, or was often lying around in the way, so that you either tripped over it or got annoyed because everything always looked messy. Also, you knew that if he was missing something, he had to go back to his parents to fetch it. And you didn't like it when he went back there too often. Guzma's relationship with his parents had never been the best. But since he had rebelled against his father's future wishes for him, the relationship had fractured even further. It had reached its lowest point when Guzma had to tell his parents that he had not made it to Trial Captain. His father was furious at the time and had tried to smash Guzma's previous trophies as well as Guzma himself. Since then he had rarely been home. Eventually not at all. Before you moved away, you were always at his side. Patching him up when it became more violent. Those times made you both stronger in your opinion. His dad's violent outbursts made his childhood so much worse. That was why in the end he had taken over Po Town, which had been destroyed by Tapu Bulu, and settled down in the Shady House. For Team Skull's actions and his connection to the Ultraspace incidents, he now had 100 more hours of community service ahead of him. In addition to the 200 he had already done, he was also working primarily with Kahuna Hala to improve his trainer capabilities. Guzma was a strong trainer who was both tactically astute and cool-headed. However, he had to learn that he should not underestimate his opponent. Otherwise, he would make mistakes that would result in his defeat.

"You're right.", you said in deep thought. Guzma turned back to you, his expression slightly confused. "Maybe I just need to make some space here.", you continued to mumble, still in contemplation. "Make space?", Guzma snapped you out of your train of thought. You looked into his stormy gray eyes, nodded, and began to smile. "In order for you to have more room for your stuff here, some of my stuff has to go. It's really that simple." He was still looking at you with a mixture of confusion and something else. Was it insecurity? Maybe you just had to straight up nudge him toward it.

"Like moving in together? You spend all your time here anyway.", you concluded. Epiphany came to his eyes. "Are you sure about this? Then you can't kick me out when you're mad at me.". "When have I ever kicked you out?", you wanted to know a bit irritated. He shrugged:"May yet come."

You rolled your eyes, picked up the trash from the floor, and walked into the kitchen to throw it out. "Uh-huh.", was your curt response to that. It made you angry that he insinuated something like that. Who of the two of you was not capable of putting his feelings into meaningful words?

As far as you could and wanted to assess, your way of communicating was not perfect, but it was still more constructive than his most of the time. You refrained from commenting on it, however, and began to look in the refrigerator for a possible dish that you could throw together quickly. Gradually, hunger made itself apparent. "I brought you something on the way home.", Guzma's voice reached out from behind you. He was casually leaning against the door frame to the kitchen with his arms folded in front of him. When you looked in his direction, he nodded his head towards the counter, where there was a small plastic bag. When you unwrapped it, your beloved stir-fried noodles appeared. They also seemed to be still hot enough. "Thank you," you grinned towards him and organized some utensils to enjoy your meal. "You haven't given me an answer yet," you spoke with your mouth full. His slight grin over your beaming face flickered briefly with uncertainty. His right hand went to the back of his neck a second time. "You know me better than anyone." he said flustered. "You always have." he added barely audible. "If you think that's a good idea, I'll get the rest of my stuff tomorrow or dispose of it and then I can move in here."

"What do you mean, 'if I think that's a good idea'? Sure I think it's a good idea. Otherwise, I wouldn't be suggesting it.", was your answer to him. Short silence hung in the kitchen as you looked at him as he seemed to be watching you closely. Maybe he wanted to find something in your facial expression or posture to dismiss your suggestion with a joke. You didn't want to give him that chance. Your tender smile continued to grace your face. "Okay. Then I'll text Hala right now that I won't be with him until later tomorrow. I'll do it in the morning then.", Guzma pushed himself off the door frame with his shoulder and left the kitchen. A short time later you could hear the television. You took your noodles and followed him to the sofa. He was sitting there with his smartphone in his hand. You put your noodles on the living room table and waited for him to put his phone aside. When he did, you took his hands into yours and looked him firmly in the eyes.

"I really want you to move in here. Please don't doubt me or yourself. I don't know what the future holds, all I know is that I hope you're in it.", you tried to make him forget whatever doubts he still had.

Finally a grin appeared on Guzma's face, making him the person you fell in love with a decade ago.

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I kind of wanted to get into writing again. So I asked around and let people choose some sentences from a list and a fandom of my choice so that I could try and write a little bit.

This bit is a little Joker fiction I wrote today.

Pairing: Joker/Reader

Tags: Ledger!Joker, a little angst, a little comfort, unplanned pregnancy

And here it goes I guess:

Positive

For the umpteenth time, you let out a sigh. Why did this have to happen to you? And above all: How could this happen?

Agitated, you ran your hand through your hair.

While you racked your brains over and over again about how you could have gotten into this situation, your gaze slid over the seven pregnancy tests you had already used.

They were all positive. That lousy little plus sign, which could no longer be denied.

The timer on your watch started beeping and your eyes flashed to the eighth test: positive. A frustrated groan escaped you.

Okay, take it easy. It's going to be okay. Somehow it's going to work out.

You're just going to relax and leave the bathroom here in a minute and tell the Joker that you're going to grow a little person inside of you.

A snort of laughter erupted from you at the thought. Contrary to popular belief, the Joker was neither crazy nor completely inhuman.

But he certainly wouldn't want a weak spot like having offspring. The point of it all, in fact, was that he could be threatened with absolutely nothing.

He was and always will be: incorruptible.

As much as you liked your life at his side, there were no securities. If it ever became known that you were in any kind of relationship, you could wrap things up right away.

Because he would not defend you if his enemies attacked you to harm him. A child would most definitely not change that.

Suddenly fear seized your thoughts. Hoping for nothing was one thing. But what if he now wanted to eliminate you because of that? Should you even tell your secret?

Again you ran your hands through your hair in frustration and agitation.

Who are you trying to fool? You won't be able to hide this from him. He already suspects something is wrong, doesn't he?

It's been three days since you last saw him. You already suspected that you might be pregnant, but you weren't sure.

But he had immediately sensed that something was buzzing around in your head. Something that also concerned him.

You didn't know when he would be with you again. He didn't allow there to be any limitations for him.

The sound of your apartment door being closed made you jump and your eyes widened in shock.

Speak of the devil...

Hastily you threw the used tests into your trash can. You crumpled up the packaging for them as best you could and disposed of them as well.

After you had destroyed all the evidence, your gaze remained fixed on yourself in the mirror.

You hadn't dressed properly today, but were still wearing the T-shirt you wore to sleep and a comfortable pair of panties.

A deep breath later you finally left the bathroom.

On your sofa sat the Joker. His head leaned back on the backrest. He was not wearing his trench coat, jacket and gloves.

His makeup was mostly smeared, his eyes closed. For a brief moment, you thought he was asleep.

But when you didn't move, he slowly raised his head and focused his intense gaze on you.

He raised a hand and stretched it in your direction. Wordlessly telling you to join him.

Your legs slowly started to move and you settled down next to him, his arm now loosley around your waist.

"Hi," you greeted him quite tonelessly. There was no response from him. Instead, his eyes seemed to bore into you.

"You know, I can't stand it when people aren't honest with me." His words sent a shiver down your spine. "Especially not when it's someone who's allegedly close to me."

His grip on your waist tightened. Hesitantly, you looked into his eyes, not knowing how to begin.

He stared back, his head tilted slightly to the side. His tongue flitted over his lower lip and the scars that started there and merged into his permanent grin.

You knew you couldn't hesitate much longer.

"Could you promise me one thing?" you asked him.

His eyebrows went up and he pressed his lips together briefly. However, he did not change the intensity of his gaze and he did not answer you.

"Only that you finish listening to what I have to say. Before you answer or do anything."

You notice how the arm he put around you tightened his grip even more.

"We'll see," was his curt reply.

You noticed that his gaze was now searching your face. He seemed to be attempting to read your thoughts.

To guess if what you were about to tell him was negative or positive. Or whether it didn't affect him at all.

You knew that the latter would only piss him off. Because he would consider it a waste of his time that he even had to think about it.

But you didn't worry about that. Because it did concern him very much.

Determined to share your "problem" without being interrupted by him, you turned your gaze away from his face and stared at his chest.

"I am happy as it is. And I don't need to change anything," you began, while your fingers nervously played with the buttons of his vest.

"Your freedom, your coming and going whenever you want. I don't want to change all that. I fucked up, though... well- actually, we kinda messed up," you continued, but then paused.

It was much harder than you thought to get these words over your lips.

His grip around your waist let go and you heard him click his tongue. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as the Joker got up from the sofa and walked slowly through your living room. Away from you.

"I didn't want to tell you until I was sure, but.... I'm pregnant," you pressed out.

His footsteps paused. He had his back turned to you. You couldn't see his expression. Instead, you didn't take your eyes off his back while holding your breath.

He did nothing. You could only see that he was breathing seemingly evenly.

What was he thinking? Is this the end? Will he walk out without a word and never return?

What are you going to do when he leaves? Do you want to raise a child? Are you prepared?

Your thoughts went rampant.

After what felt like an eternity, you could no longer stand the silence.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered to him.

At that moment you realized why it was so hard for you to say those words.

You were afraid. Even if you hadn't been facing the Joker, you were still scared shitless. Your life would now change drastically. Especially if you decided to keep the child.

Even if you decided not to, it would still change your life, or at least your perspective.

Tears started to stream down your face. You did not know what you wanted. You buried your face in your hands, while wave after wave of despair made itself known through tears and sobs.

You didn't notice that the Joker had turned back around to face you. You didn't hear him coming towards you.

Only when he crouched in front of you and you felt his warm hands on your knees, you realized that he was still present.

He seemed to be waiting for your crying fit to stop. He said nothing. His right hand slowly ran circles on your thigh, gently caressing it.

When you finally calmed down, sloppily wiping your tears from your face, he decided to speak.

"Tell me what you need."

"Just hold me," you rasped.

And he did.

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