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9 PM, Linkon City.
Zayne had just returned from work and came in a little short of breath because he was tired. He saw you asleep on the sofa and approached you slowly, he looked at you gently and caressed your cheek.
You woke up, seeing the figure you were waiting for had arrived. With your eyes still slightly closed, you stroked his cheek and pulled Zayne's tie.
You : "i miss you.."
Zayne : "is that the reason why you pulled my tie?”
You : "I didn't mean it, it's because I wanted to say it slowly. otherwise, snowie will be jealous."
You pointed at the snowman on the nightstand. Zayne just realized that there were two empty cans of alcohol on the table. He shook his head slowly then lifted your body.
Zayne : "so, someone is waiting for me but she is also drunk."
You : "did you forget? tomorrow is our one year wedding anniversary. that's why I celebrated it, usually you come home at 7 but because I've been waiting for a long time you didn't come, I celebrated it alone."
You were ready to cry, but before that happened Zayne kissed your lips as he laid you down on the bed. There was a small smile on his face before he pulled the blanket over you.
Zayne : "that's tomorrow, but you're drunk today."
You : "hehehe"
Zayne got up to take off his tie and change clothes, he was too tired to shower so he only intended to change clothes. however, he looked back realizing you undress and remove all the cloth from your body, you are naked. His eyes heated up as did his cheeks, he looked away then cleared his throat.
You : "i haven't showered yet, will you take a shower with me?"
Zayne : "i.. hmm.."
You : "come on."
He approached you and holding your hand, you two walked into the bathroom and you turned on the shower. he set the warm temperature to be comfortable when bathing.
You : "why are you like a tomato? Your whole face is red."
Zayne : "you are drunk, a person's vision can be wrong when they are drunk. i'll give you hangover medicine after this."
You : "i'm not drunk anymore, i know someone is blushing now."
You put your arms around his neck and looked at him under the warm water. he hugged your waist and looked at you intensely. a spark of passion coiled around the two of you.
You : "Zayne.. i.."
Zayne : "..."
Without warning, Zayne corners you against the wall slowly and presses his body against yours. You can feel his warmth, he touches your cheek and down your chest. his every touch drives you crazy, he kisses every inch of your body and licks your nipples gently.
You : "mmh.. zayne, i.."
Zayne : "you made me.. sorry.."
You : "i-i mean, don't stop."
Zayne glanced, he continued his activities. driving you crazier and crazier, your hands tangling in his hair as he reached your beautiful spot. After licking it several times, he stood up straight again and looks at you, whisper something to you.
Zayne : "if we shower at this time it will be useless, so choose whether you want to shower or me?"
You : "i can have both if i want to, but i choose only you."
Zayne : "i don't like water distrub you and me right now, can we move? to bed.."
You nodded, letting him carry you and head to the bed. he lays you down slowly, opening your crotch wider and looking at you from below. he went back to licking your beautiful spot and inserted his finger slowly.
Zayne : "In the world of health, warming up is very necessary so that our body's nerves and muscles are not shocked when we do the core part."
You : "stop discussing about the world of health, just fuck me."
Zayne : "as you wish."
He finished with his fingers and slid his own inside you. Your body seemed to be shocked and jolted strongly, he gently caught your body and hugged you tightly. he stopped, felt guilty because he saw you sighing in pain.
You : "don't stop, i'm okay.."
Zayne: "Are you sure?"
You : "Zayne, i love you."
Zayne : "you know that i always adore dan love you more."
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He started moving again after you nodded and kissed him. you spent the night with courtesy and warmth, also you rubbed his head and enjoyed his movements.
You : "ahh.. mmh.. ahh.."
Zayne : "call my name."
You : "mmh.. why should i do it? ahh.."
He thrust his cock deeper, swinging quickly and satisfyingly. Hearing your moans getting louder, he also becomes more enthusiastic about taking his cock out and inserting it.
You : "AHHH.. ZAYNE.. MMHH.."
Zayne smirks. He was satisfied hearing the call of his name from her sweet lips, before finally he kissed you and hugged you again. He also whispered.
Zayne : "You look more beautiful right now."
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SIREN 2018, Sunmi
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whxre-bxby · 1 year
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"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 3
Miles Quaritch x reader x Mansk
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WARNINGS: .......SMUTTTTTT, threesome, v-penetration, blowjob, nasty filthy shit, MANHANDLINGGG, foul language, a hint of Fluff?
THE LONG-AWAITED PART 3 IS FINALLY HERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BLEW UP LIKE THIS, GLAD EVERYONE LOVES MANSK. I thought I was weird.
Part 1 Part 2 Masterlist
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A few people in familiar white lab coats came into my room a while later and gave me food and water. It wasn’t good, but I still ate it. 
I slept curled up in a ball on that bed, feeling cold and uncomfortable. 
When I woke up, more people came in and measured my temperature etc. They probably wanted to know how a human survived so long on this planet. The fact that I didn’t need to wear a mask fascinated them. 
They started leaving and before the door closed, I watched a soldier enter my room. He was the same one from yesterday. Mansk he said his name was. I could see a dog tag dangling from his neck and he had his name on the vest he wore. 
When he started walking towards me I got nervous again. The Colonel’s words from yesterday repeated themselves in my head. Was he going to punish me? I hoped not. My worst fear was dying or being hurt by scientific tools etc. For example, Norm told me about organ transplants once. They cut your body open to take them out. I knew the people were dead when they had it done but what if these sick ones would do it to me while I was alive? 
My mind was going places and I was overthinking the situation because he was not holding a knife or scalpel. 
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice all shaky. He ignored me and reached for my cuffed wrist. I watched his hands undo it. 
Hmm, they seemed too big to be able to handle tiny things like handcuffs, but it worked. I was no longer tied to the bed. 
A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through my body and I heaved myself off the bed. But once I landed on my feet and wanted to take a lunge forward, the soldier's huge arm grabbed me by the waist and effortlessly slammed me into the bed. I rested my upper body on my elbows and looked up at him in shock. 
Mansk had his right arm stretched forward and resting on my stomach, holding me down firmly against the mattress. 
His ears were strained back and I could tell he was irritated by that. Then again, I wasn’t here to please them or make any of this easy. My plan was to show them that they took the wrong person. 
“You do that again and I’ll tie up both your arms and legs.” he warned me, before taking the handcuffs and capturing my wrists again. 
“No, not again.” I whine complaining. “Please, they’re not comfortable.” 
Mansk didn’t care one bit and grabbed me by my arm, tugging me out of the room. I stopped resisting when he exited because I was happy to leave. It was horrible in there. 
He also happened to be pulling me with him with such strength that I couldn’t stop. 
He pulled me past the marine squad that helped capture me and I heard them snicker and chuckle as we went by. This is bullshit. Where are we going? I started getting annoyed myself. I didn’t like the way I was being treated. 
We reached a big room and in it, I noticed another soldier. His back was turned and he was looking at footage of something. Mansk came to a halt. 
“We’re ready, sir.” he states and the soldier turns around. It’s Quaritch. He’s geared up too. Full vest and weapons, like Mansk. 
“Who’s we?” I mumble, wanting to remind them that I don’t agree with any of this. 
Mansk just tightens his grip around my arm and ignores my words. 
“Outstanding.” Miles smirks, looking down at me. I glare at him but his smile doesn’t fade. 
“We’re taking flight X971, meet you there in two.” he says, before turning around and continuing to watch the footage. Mansk leads me to another helicopter. 
Once Miles gets in and I am strapped down, it takes off and flies above the forest. 
I look outside and notice that we are landing where I was taken. It was close to the old shack. If I could run away here, I would find my way home. 
The motor is switched off and Mansk pulls me out of my seat, securing something to my handcuffs. 
I watch him, wondering what else they could possibly use on me. It looks like a wire-like string. Quaritch takes a few steps towards us and is then given whatever Mansk was holding. 
Quaritch took the piece and I saw him wrap it around his belt before he securely fastened it to him. He was tying me to him.
Both then stood up and started walking out. I was dragged with them because my wrists were connected to his belt by this string. It looked like some type of extendable lead and it was definitely not rope-like. I wouldn’t be able to bite through it. 
“Really? Like the handcuffs weren’t enough?” I scoff, annoyed. Where were we going? 
Quaritch looked behind him and shot me a stern glance before grabbing the lead and tugging me forth. I now basically stood next to him. Mansk was on my other side. 
“Less complainin’, more walkin’.” he answered me before starting to walk again. 
Great my chances of escaping were being minimised. 
Again, my stubborn self had to create a new problem. I stopped abruptly and pulled back on the lead. He was stronger so it didn’t stop him, but I knew damn well it was getting on his nerves. He ignored the first few pulls until he finally snapped and pulled me to him with such force I stumbled and almost fell into him. He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and leaned down. I was expecting him to shout something directly in my ear. Instead, Miles did something that surprised both Mansk and me. 
His hand harshly struck the skin, between my upper thigh and ass. I was completely speechless, who does he think he is? Why would he fucking spank me instead of yelling? It hurt like shit but the shock of the action stunned me more. 
“I stick to my promises little girl. One more action like that and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the next week.” he snarls. 
I just stare at him in disbelief. 
Miles straightens his posture and Mansk smiles to himself. This was going to be interesting. 
Miles knew he could have stunned you by raising his voice or even just slapping your face. But he wanted to do that. Since yesterday. 
They were on a mission to find Quaritch’s old body and decided to take me with them. The second they had captured me, both men took some kind of interest in me. It wasn’t only the fact that they had found a human living with Na’vi, but your attitude spiked interest. Maybe your looks too, but they didn’t say that out loud. 
After the session in your room they had with you yesterday, both men wanted to teach you a lesson. Without having to get into details, they both knew what they meant and decided they would take you with them. The lab building had surveillance everywhere, so they had to take you into the forest. 
Miles thought about just keeping you to himself and not letting his recom-soldier handle you as well. Then again, it's always better to not be out alone in the forest, so he let it happen.
Without saying another word, he turned back around and we all started walking again. I made sure the lead wasn’t stretched so that it wouldn’t pull his belt. While his previous comment did spark some type of excitement in me, I was still terrified. 
I walked in silence for a while, then shifted my gaze from my surroundings to them. They were discussing something, walking next to each other while staying alert. Their heavy footsteps and the sounds of the forest muffled their words. Mansk glanced over his shoulder to check that I’m there and then returned to face frontwards. 
I was getting bored and contemplating stopping again or perhaps just sitting down. Then I would either get carried or hit again. I decided that I preferred walking like a dog on a leash. At least I had the freedom to walk on my own and decide where to step. 
I decided to behave in their favour. Maybe they would be nicer to me. 
The events took a big turn when we got deeper into the woods. The grass suddenly became nice and soft but there was a fallen tree ahead. Mansk and Quaritch stepped over it. I was about to do the same until I realised that a broken branch had a very sharp edge. I quickly glanced around while still moving forward and realised that I probably would still be able to find my way home from here. 
At that moment, I forgot all about the consequences I might face if I misbehave again and quickly took a piece of the loose lead and held it against the sharp surface of the wood. Then once it strained, I pulled a few times and the rope was cut. My wrists were still cuffed together but I was no longer tied to Miles. The remaining lead snapped and retreated back to his belt. Mansk and Quaritch immediately shot around, facing me and realising I was free. 
Without waiting for another second to pass, I turned and took off. 
“God damn it!” Quaritch cursed and both of them started running after me. I ran between the trees as best as I could with tied hands and reached the soft grass patch again. It was a little meadow-like carpet of grass surrounded by trees. I ran through it and then in my next step, I felt something whip and wrap around my ankles. 
I yelped and instantly fell to the ground, landing with my chest in the grass. My tied hands were unable to stop my fall and I lay there groaning. 
I heard the heavy steps behind me come to a halt and then one of them grabbed my arm, turning me around. 
Mansk kept his promise too. When we were in the room earlier, he said he would tie both my feet and hands together. And he did. 
Both men were now towering above me. Mansk had his arms crossed over his chest while Quaritch rested his on his waist. Fuck I’m in deep shit. 
“We were going to find a better spot for this but fine, if you want to go now, we’ll deal with you now.” Miles said, removing his weapon from his body and dropping it to the ground. 
Flashback: 
Miles and Mansk were discussing how to deal with you while you trailed behind them. 
“How are we going to do this, Colonel?” Mansk asked, holding onto the top of his vest straps. 
Quaritch was thinking. 
“Once we find a place which isn’t open or dangerous or…whatever, we remind her who’s in charge.” He spoke, not looking at Mansk but straight ahead. 
“Do you really think she can take it, sir? She’s a person. Like half our size.” Mansk starts talking but is silenced by Quaritch. 
“She’ll be fine.” he said calmly. “We’ll make sure of it.” Miles added, glancing at his soldier and tapping his vest while flashing a smirk. Mansk just nodded, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were close but that you couldn’t hear. 
“We’ll give her the foreplay of a lifetime. She’ll take it.” Quaritch mumbled. Both men had been getting worked up about you since yesterday. Your bad attitude had been really stretching their patience to the limit. 
I stared up at them, awaiting their next move. Quaritch kneeled down to me, holding my wrists in front of me. 
“You crossed the line, sweetheart. There’s no turning back now.” he said, flashing me a grin which gave me a clear view of his white fangs. I gulped and bit my lip at his words. My stomach was erupting in some form of sick excitement and my cheeks turned red. Red enough for him to notice. They had some effect on me and I hated it, yet at the same time, I didn’t want this moment to end. 
Both men were examining me again and Quaritch was able to pick up small details which led him to the conclusion that I was enjoying this. 
I tensed my body and pressed my legs together. He peered down at my thighs and with his next inhale he felt a sweet scent fill his nostrils. 
Miles’ eyes shot open and pierced through mine. He was able to identify my scent and he knew damn well why he was only getting it now. 
Mansk had picked it up too. 
“Well, I’ll be damned. Look like someone likes getting their tail chased.” Miles scoffed and leaned away from me, watching my movements. I could tell he was slightly taken aback by my reaction but it just ignited his own fire in him. The scent was driving both men fucking feral but they had to stick to the plan. This was punishment. 
He took a knife out of his pocket and I held my breath, my legs shaking a little. To my surprise, the Colonel cut through whatever was holding my legs together and gripped my arm. 
Quaritch stood up, picking up his weapon again in the process. I was dragged to my feet and he undid my handcuffs. 
I didn’t understand why he was doing this. Wasn’t he worried I would run away?
“I’ll make a deal with you, little one.” Miles spoke, holding me tightly and leaning down so that I wouldn’t have to look up. 
“We will give you two minutes to run away. If you manage to escape, we won’t look for you anymore.” he calmly told me. My eyes widened. They were setting me free. I couldn’t believe it. Behind him, Mansk huffed out a small protest, his ears leaning back. 
“But, if you don’t manage, if we catch you… trust me you will not be walking for the next week.” Miles spoke, straightening his posture. 
“We won’t go easy on you. Not one bit.” 
My mouth slightly drops open and I stare in disbelief. This was like my third time running from them. But this time they are letting me. 
Then, Quaritch let go of my arm. “Time starts now.” he said sternly and I stumbled back a little before turning and spriting the way I originally wanted to go. 
When I looked over my shoulder, they were already behind trees and out of sight. 
“We’re letting her escape?!” Mansk asked, clearly irritated. Quaritch huffed before turning to him. 
“Do you realise how big this forest is? Her little legs won’t get her anywhere in time. 2 minutes is nothin’.” the Colonel states.
“Besides, she seems to enjoy this whole thing. It’ll make it less painful for her. “ he grins and Mansk chuckles. They both stand there, looking at their watch and waiting. 
I’m sprinting through the woods but have to stop to get air sooner than expected. I haven’t eaten properly and the previous running made me weak. Besides, the feeling that started in my stomach and was now between my legs was growing. I was flushed in the face and was getting distracted. My legs hurt and my head oddly spun in a euphoric way. I leaned against a tree and clenched my thighs together, a whimper leaving me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t run away. Not in this state. 
Never had I felt like this before. I was so overwhelmed by everything. The fact that I was taken, then that I was given another chance to escape but at the same time being hit with the realisation that I couldn’t because of the heat between my legs. I hadn’t even run far, it was honestly embarrassing that I couldn’t put a bigger distance behind me. My eyes became glossy and started tearing up and I tried to walk again. My knees felt like jelly and I had to catch my balance by holding onto another tree. My vision was becoming blurry from the tears and I realised I didn’t stand a chance. 
I heard a chuckle behind me and turned around, my back falling against the bark of the tree. 
In front of me stood Miles, grinning pridefully. I saw Mansk emerge from the high grass and walk up to where Quaritch stood. 
“Look at you, all worked up and we haven’t even started.” Miles cooed in a ridiculing way. “Pathetic.” 
“I- can’t run…” I breathed out, sniffling. But as they said, neither of them had any mercy on me. 
That was all it took for the tears of frustration to spill from my eyes and for my knees to give out. I slowly glided down the tree, whimpering with a few sobs. My needs were overwhelming me. I looked up at them to see that they were in no rush to help me. 
Mansk started to remove his weapons and other heavy attire like his vest from his body. Quaritch followed his motion, throwing his gun and knife to the side. 
Neither of them took their eyes off me. I felt like prey, unable to escape my predators. They were looking at me like I was a meal that would bolt if they diverted their eyes away. 
Miles then walked up to me and surprisingly gently helped me to my feet. When he looked at my face, seeing the tears and the redness on my cheeks made him groan. He placed his palm on my back and guided me over to Mansk. Both men were now just wearing tank tops and cammies. No heavy uniforms. 
“Look at you, all flustered.” Mansk grinned, still wearing his fucking shades. He raised his hand, gently wiping away a fresh tear with his thumb. 
“You’re ours now, princess. Understand? We’ll teach you some manners.” Miles whispers into my ear, loud enough for his soldier to hear. I can’t take it anymore. I give up fighting, so I just nod with a small sob. Both men are surprised by my compliance and not fighting them off. 
“Good.” 
Mansk got closer and tilted my head to look up at him. The Colonel stood behind me, tugging at my top. 
If I showed any signs of protest, they made it clear before they started chasing me that they would stop. 
I went limp, leaning my body against his. One of my hands held onto Mansk’s arm to try and keep a steady posture. 
Quaritch embraced my body with his left hand, while his other one roamed around my waist and hips. His fingertips caressed my ribcage and he carefully slipped them under my top, feeling my hot skin. 
I leaned my head back into him, pushing my chest out and whining. Mansk cursed under his breath, placing his hands on my hips. 
“This needs to go off.” Miles mumbled before tugging my top over my head. I had nothing underneath.
Both their eyes were shamelessly roaming my body, especially my now bare chest. Both their hands were almost immediately on it until Quaritch pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs. They pooled by my ankles and then Mansk carefully turned me around and lifted me into the air by my waist. 
Quaritch stepped even closer and pulled my legs around his waist. I was stuck between them and felt embarrassed because I was completely naked while they still had their clothes on. 
“So pretty, baby.” Miles praised me, his hand supporting my flushed cheek so that I’m looking at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Now come on, don’t get all shy on us now.” Mansk chuckled, noticing my expression. 
Quaritch grinned. “Not so sassy now are ya? What happened to that big mouth of yours?” He said sarcastically. I was unable to reply.
“Don’t you worry, sweetness. We’ll put it to good use.” Mansk whispered in my ear before he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. 
He moved his hands from my waist to below my thighs, keeping my back pressed against his chest. My legs were lifted into the air and the position gave Miles a full view of my pussy. 
I watched his pupils dilate again. Suddenly, his eyes were dark and I noticed how worked up both of them were getting. I could see it through their pants and it made me so much more desperate. 
“Fuck-” Miles hissed, seeing how wet I was. There would definitely be no problem now. He started to rub the inside of my thigh before letting his hand finally touch my heat. I whined and squirmed at the contact. Suddenly I felt really warm as if my skin were on fire. I needed a release so badly. 
Without hesitation, Miles slowly pushed one of his fingers into me, watching with wide eyes as his digit disappeared inside me. 
I noticed that Mansk’s breath, which was fanning over my neck, was becoming unsteady and heavy. His eyes were fixed on Quaritch’s fingers too. 
I let a moan slip out of my mouth. It felt so good being filled a little. But it was nowhere near what I was going to get.
As much as they both loved the pretty noises that fell from your lips, they still needed to teach you a lesson. 
Quaritch pulled his finger covered in my slick out and then delivered a small slap to my pussy. My whole body flinched and I whined out. 
“Please…” I whimper, wanting his fingers again. 
“I’ll give you what you want, baby. You just have to behave.” he said, hands on his belt, undoing it. He then pulled his pants down and I gasped when I saw his dick spring out. Just the sight of his huge fucking cock almost made me cum. He immediately placed it between my folds, covering himself with my heat. I moaned while he bit his lip, to contain any form of self-control so that he wouldn’t just grab me and fuck me senseless. 
“Don’t make a noise. I don’t want to hear a word from you, otherwise, I stop and we leave.” the Colonel said. Both he and Mansk were never willingly going to walk away from this situation but they knew damn well that you wouldn’t want them to either. 
My eyebrows furrow together. I don’t like that rule. Especially since I myself have so little self-control at the moment. 
Miles then lines himself up with my entrance and holds me by my hips, while Mansk’s hands are still under my thighs. Both of them then slowly lower me onto his cock and I feel the stretch inside me. I suppress a gasp, biting down on my bottom lip hard and wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck to contain myself. Holy shit. I watched as they lowered me further down on him and noticed how a bulge slowly formed on my abdomen, climbing higher to my stomach. It looked like I was being impaled. They stopped their movements and Quaritch had his eyes fixed on my face. He would not let a single noise slip from my mouth. But he was going to make that difficult for me too. Just like I had made everything difficult for them. 
His breath was heavy now too and his grip on my hips tightened. 
“Look at how deep I am inside you.” he whispered up to me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Mansk placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder before he started to gently bite the skin of my neck. 
He slowly pulled out before pushing himself even deeper into me. He hadn’t even bottomed me out yet and it already felt like too much. My mouth drops open and my glossy eyes become glazed with small tears. I whine out, trying to pull myself up a little, just to help my sensitivity. 
“We know, baby. We know.” Mansk hushed me, seeing my flustered state. 
“Come on, be good for us. You can take it.” Miles said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. 
I just clung to Mansk for dear life when Miles pulled out again and slowly set a pace. 
“Shit- so fucking… tight.” he moaned. His ears were strained back as he directed all his attention to where our bodies connected. 
Miles then placed his hands under my thighs and one of Mansk’s wrapped around my waist while the other groped my breasts. 
Quaritch was now full-on fucking me, pulling me off his cock before slamming back in again. 
Mansk’s hand covered my mouth while he kept assaulting my neck and shoulder, marking me. 
Miles saw that I was about to lose it if I stayed quiet any longer. 
“You’ve been good. Let it all out now baby. Come on, let us hear you.” he mumbled between heavy breaths. 
Mansk removed his hand, letting it fall back to my chest. 
I whimpered before being able to let out a moan. The noise ignited the needs of both men. Miles started to rut into me mercilessly and Mansk was grinding into my ass from behind. 
I wasn’t able to form words, my mouth just hung open. When I saw that Miles had basically bottomed out in me, I almost screamed. 
“M-Miles…” I whine and his ears flick forwards. 
“Too much…” I moan, tears spilling from my eyes as my body starts to tremble. 
“You’re doing so well.” Mansk whispered, continuing to grind into me. 
Miles was thrusting into me at a godly speed and my eyes started to roll to the back of my head. It was all too much, I couldn’t hold it much longer. 
“I’m… I-” I sob, arching my back again.
“We know baby. Whenever you’re ready.” Miles grunted, focusing on sending us both into pure bliss. 
The feeling in my stomach was growing and it seemed that Quaritch could feel it. The way my body clenched him made him lose it. 
There was no thought in either of our heads anymore. He just needed to finish us off. That was his mission now. 
He attached his thumb to my clitoris and started to rub circles on it. That was it, it was officially over for me. My legs started to violently shake and I screamed, holding on to Mansk because I was scared I would pass out if I had nothing to grip. The feeling between my legs exploded and I was riding high on my orgasm.
“Nghh, t- too much” I whimper when he continues his brutal pace. 
“Come on- take it. Take me.” he breathed out between clenched teeth. 
Miles followed almost immediately after me, pushing himself as deep into me as he could before releasing his load. He rested his forehead on my other shoulder, which had not been bruised with hickeys by Mansk and steadied his breath. 
I let out a sigh of relief and my body went numb for a second. I knew if they would put me on my feet, my legs would just give out. 
“Don’t worry baby. It’s not over yet.” Mansk said, grinning against the skin of my shoulder. My eyes shot open. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. It was already so overwhelming for me, especially due to the size difference. I think I might genuinely pass out if he is planning a round 2. 
A round 2 he was planning indeed. Miles pulled out, praising me and wiping my tears before Mansk held me bridal style and placed me on the ground. I tried to at least sit up but that was already a struggle. Luckily, I didn’t have to move. They did it for me. 
Mansk got down on his knees and turned me around so that I was laying on my chest. He pulled me up by my waist, making me lean on all fours. My whole body was trembling and I kept falling over to one side. 
“Look at that. We just started and she’s already been fucked dumb.” Quaritch pridefully states. He then joined Mansk and me on the floor, kneeling infront of me. Mansk was behind me, holding my hips and keeping me upright. I felt like a lifeless ragdoll, being used for their liking. Then again, that’s what made me realise that I still felt needy. 
Behind me, Mansk held me up with one hand under my waist, the other ran down my back and squeezed my ass cheek, before delivering a mild spank to the skin, just enough to turn it red. 
I close my eyes and whine a soft protest but Quaritch just cups my face in his one had and makes me look up at him. 
“Don’t worry about anything, sugar. We will take care of it.” he spoke, his voice surprisingly soft and comforting. 
“All you have to do is take it.” he whispered, his tone turning seductive. I let my eyes flutter closed and leaned my cheek into his palm. He took that as a sign of surrender and it pleased him. 
Since both soldiers had been brought back to life in their Avatar’s, their needs were stronger. They tried and discovered that masturbating like when they were people wouldn’t satisfy them. As a Na’vi, the want to ‘breed’ was strong and now was their chance. 
The use of the tsaheylu was not necessary for this, they just needed to feel you. 
Mansk had undone his pants and I felt him rest his throbbing dick on my ass, just admiring how big it was compared to my body. The fact that I was a human, struggling to take them, secretly boosted both of their egos. 
He himself then slipped his hand to feel my wet lips, gliding his finger between them. I couldn’t help but push my hips back, trying to gain more friction. This didn’t go unnoticed. 
“I think you can do another round, pretty girl.” Mansk stated, grinning. 
I couldn’t nod or shake my head, I just held my position. He shifted behind me and helped me spread my legs a little further. Then I felt Mansk rub his tip in my heat and I moaned. He was biting his lip, restraining any noise. 
Neither of them imagined it feeling this good. Sure sex used to be great before too, but now it seemed to feel twice as good. 
Without any other warning, I felt him push inside me. While both men were similar in size, they still managed to feel different. 
“Holy fu-” I moaned, arching my back. Since I was stretched from Miles, Mansk managed to push all of himself into me on the first try. 
“Atta girl.” Miles praised me, softly tapping my cheek. I heard Mansk let out a deep growl behind me and I started to feel weak in the knees and hands again. 
“Look at you, all cock drunk for us.” 
Quaritch directed my attention back to him, not wanting me to forget he was there. His pants were still open and when I glanced at his crotch again, I saw that he hadn’t gone soft. He was still fucking hard and he was leaking precum again. His dick was glistening right in front of me, still covered in our cum. I was able to see the veins running down the sides and it made it look that much more desirable. 
Almost out of instinct, I let my mouth drop open and stuck my tongue out. 
The fact that I did that without Miles having to ask me, made him almost lose it again. 
“Ye-heah baby girl. Just like that.” he chuckled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and gently angling my face up to see it better. He rolled his hips forward and his tip landed on my flattened-out tongue. 
I immediately started to lick him, tracing my tongue down his pulsing veins before delivering a sloppy lick and gliding it all the way from the base to the tip of his cock. 
Quaritch let out a shaky breath, his ears drooping to the sides, his lips parted and the grip on my hair tightening. It was too good, for all of us. 
I then moved my head up and wrapped my lips around his tip. That alone filled my mouth enough. I didn’t know whether I would even fit half of him in my mouth. 
In the meanwhile, Mansk had pulled out and started steadily rutting his hips against mine. His ears were strained back, and his entire body tensed. 
I moaned from the feeling of being filled again and Miles felt the vibrations. He looked like he had lost it. Genuinely. All the authority and seriousness he would always wear was gone. He was so hypnotised by watching me make a mess of him, he didn’t care about anything else in the world. 
Mansk, pushed my hips down a little, and leaned over my body, fucking into me at a faster pace. My eyes got all glossy again. 
My senses were being overstimulated just through penetration. Both these men had me under some fucking spell because I’ve never felt so needy for anyone. 
“Holy shit- sweetheart. Feel so fuckin’ good.” Mansk moaned, his tail wrapping around one of my thighs, to establish a new feeling of closeness. 
Quaritch needed to feel just a little more and slowly pushed his hips towards my face, making his dick slowly reach the beginning of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth for him as far as possible.
I felt him fill my throat almost all the way and focused on steadying my breath through my nose. His dick twitched and I choked a little before calming myself and swallowing around him. 
While Quaritch’s old memory still seemed foreign to him, he could have sworn that that was the hottest most dirty fucking thing he has ever witnessed. He didn’t want to take his eyes off me, needing to remember this forever. 
Mansk was getting sloppier with each thrust, the squelching sounds of all the cum inside me bringing him closer to his release. 
Their bodies were new to this too, so while their mind was not innocent anymore, their body was sensitive as shit. I clenched my muscles around him, opening my legs more and arching my back further into him. 
Quaritch had slowly started to pull out of me before carefully pushing back in. The sensation from both ends had me feeling lightheaded. I couldn’t stop moaning around Miles’ length and couldn’t stop spasming against Mansk. 
“Almost there, baby. Just a little- hrghh… more.” he groaned, biting down on his bottom lip again. 
Quaritch’s eyes were a little glossy too and he looked like his senses were flooded with pure bliss. He was about to be a goner. 
To help him, I managed to balance myself on one arm and wrapped my free palm around him. I was nowhere near being able to wrap my fingers fully around him. I reached like, only halfway around his shaft. His eyes watched my hand and I started to pump him, squeezing my hand down every once in a while. 
That’s when I noticed that both men were now panting. Mansk let out a moan, his thrusts becoming uneven because he couldn’t deal with the pleasure he was feeling. 
Mansk was in a pleasure-filled daze with no thoughts in his head. All he could focus on was making us both cum. 
I sped up my movements around Quaritch and watched as he furrowed his eyebrows even more, clenching his eyes shut and and dropping his head back. Suddenly his hips snapped forward one last time before tensing and hot white ropes of cum splurted down my throat.
Due to how far in my mouth he was, I had to swallow all of him. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, as he straightened his posture again, slowly moving a few fallen hair strands out of my face and just gazing down at me. 
Quaritch had removed himself from my mouth, wiping my lips with his thumb and my moans were heard again. He let out a sigh as he saw a string of saliva stretch between his tip and my tongue. 
The noises that Mansk knew he was causing were what had finally managed to push him over the edge and into a void of ecstasy and euphoria. 
He spanked my ass cheek again while riding out his orgasm and I felt myself release again too. My legs shook and I stretched my back, my eyes fluttering closed while my mouth was agape. 
“What a pretty sight…” Miles mumbled, watching how my face contorted when I came. 
Mansk slowly stilled behind me, staying buried deep inside my pussy. He held himself up with one outstretched arm on the ground, the other one wrapped around my waist, almost comfortingly hugging me from behind. 
I let my head drop, feeling completely exhausted. Mansk pulled out, steadying himself and leaning back on his knees. Without him holding me up, I felt my body slowly fall to one side, and within seconds I was laying on the ground. 
“Shit.” Mansk mumbled but I could tell by the way he said it he was grinning. 
Both men felt pride seeing how fucked out you were.
“Careful there, sweetheart.” Mansk said, attempting to catch me before my body hit the ground. He rolled me on my back and held himself above me. 
“You okay?” he asked, letting out a soft chuckle. Miles tilted his head to the side, watching me as well. 
I nod, taking a deep breath and letting my weak arms fall to either of my sides. 
“How ‘bout another round?” Mansk asked, nudging my hip to encourage me. 
My eyes shoot open and I stare at him in shock. No way could I survive that again. 
He just chuckled along with Miles, both of them exchanging looks. 
“I’m just teasin’.” he said before getting up. I let out a sigh of relief and listened to what I thought was them gearing up again. For a split second, I wondered whether they would leave me there but then Miles leaned down, placing his hands under my arms and helping me up. I couldn’t stand by myself, so Miles gently held me up while Mansk dressed me again. 
“So tired…” I mumble, letting my head fall back against Miles’ chest. 
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you princess.” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. 
Once I was fully dressed again, Miles carefully picked me up bridal style and Mansk carried his weapons. They carried me back to where we came from, completely forgetting the ‘original’ mission and we flew back to base. 
While I still wanted to go home, I knew I would be treated better in the labs with them around. I would focus on escaping another day. Perhaps they might let me go eventually…
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Warning - Suicide, Dark Thoughts and Themes. Proceed with caution!
ALSO SPOILERS FOR GOTHAM KNIGHTS!!!
Requested by Anon - Don’t know if you played Gotham Knights, but could we get a imagine with some angst? Maybe Batfamily x reader? No pairing?
***
The cold wind bit sharply at your face. You took a deep breath, the air chilling your lungs. Gotham’s skyline sparkled like stars. Police sirens sounded in the distance. You frowned and stepped closer to the edge.
The top of Wayne bridge was not accessible to the public, but you were always good at climbing and made your way up after a cab dropped you off in the middle of the bridge. The cabbie had been concerned, but five hundred dollars wiped any worries from his mind. 
You looked down. The sound of the waves reached you, but you couldn’t see the water. It was only a black abyss. Just as you wanted. It was fitting. 
The siren got closer. You froze, looking down at the road to see a police car zooming onto the bridge. Holding your breath, you ducked down and waited for the car to pass. The last thing you needed was someone to call the cops. You just wanted it to end.
Yet you are taking your time, you thought to yourself. You stepped closer to the edge again and closed your eyes. 
A hum filled the air. You opened your eyes, looking up for a plane or helicopter only to hear feet land behind you. 
“Please don’t jump. My shoulder can’t take catching another jumper tonight,” a familiar voice said. You spun around to see Dick Grayson in his Nightwing suit. He rolled his shoulders, hissing in pain before his eyes widened at the sight of you. “(Y/N)?”
“Shit.” You turned back to the edge, crossing your arms. Why did you wait so long? You should have jumped as soon as you reached the top of the bridge. There was no way you were going to be able to end it now, not if Dick was here. 
The silence that followed was almost unbearable. You looked up at the sky, but no stars could be seen. Too much smog and clouds. Dick shifted behind you, stepping closer. You tensed. He stopped.
“It’s kinda cold up here.” Dick’s voice wavered slightly. You couldn’t blame him. If you had walked in on his attempted suicide, you wouldn’t know what to say either. “Why don’t we get down and we’ll take the cycle home, huh?” 
Tears filled your eyes. You wanted to shout at him, lay into him for interrupting you. A hint of shame burned your heart too. You didn’t want them to know you were this weak, at least not when you were alive to see it. Running a hand over your face, you sighed. “Okay.” 
His rough gloved hand took yours and gently pulled you away from the edge. You let him, the familiar numbness drifted over you. Despite how you hated it, you were grateful for it now.
How you got down was a blur. You vaguely felt Dick manhandling you, listening to him inform the Belfry that he had you. 
A cup of something hot was pressed into your hand. You blinked, staring at the cup before looking around startled when you were sitting at the table in the Belfry’s kitchenette. 
“Drink up, Mx. (Y/N). You are chilled to the bone,” Alfred said, patting your shoulder. Your eyes widened. It felt as if your world was collapsing on top of you. They all knew now. 
A thick blanket was gently wrapped around you. You recognized the hands as Barbara’s. They are all here to see your shame. Stupid fool, can’t even get your suicide right. You set the cup down and laid your head on the table with your arms over your head. 
Whispers of concern. Mentions about whether this had to do with the Court of Owls and the trauma you experienced in their mind-twisting maze. You heard a chair pulling out next to you. It creaked heavily, meaning it was probably Jason sitting next to you. You kept your head covered, hoping everyone and everything would go away. 
“Shouldn’t we ask them why? Demand to know why?” Tim said rather loudly. His voice thick. 
“Tim, now’s not the time,” Dick soothed. Jason’s heavy hand laid on your back, rubbing gentle circles. It felt nice. “Let’s get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning.”
“But we can’t leave them alone?!” The fear in Tim’s voice cut you to the core. You sniffled, tears working their way free. 
“Master Tim, lower your voice please.” Alfred’s tone gentle, but scolding at the same time. 
More whispers. You whimpered, holding your head tighter. Jason’s hand stayed on your back. “It’s okay,” Jason whispered softly. You peeked at him. He smiled when he met your eye. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were full of patience and kindness. 
A sob slipped out of you. You pressed a hand against your mouth to quiet it. “What do you need, kid? How can I help?” Jason said, still watching you. His hand still warm on your back. 
Not trusting yourself, you left your chair and crawled into his lap. He stiffened, but wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his shoulder and let the tears fall. 
Jason slowly relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, giving you all the time you needed.
***
You woke with a jerk, sitting up in a panic. Water filled your lungs. The cold paralyzed your body, making you unable to fight to the surface. However, you opened your eyes to find yourself on the couch at the Belfry with a blanket over you. 
Snores came from behind you. You turned, panting to see Dick asleep in the armchair. He looked tired. The shame overtook you again like a monstrous wave that was about to sink the city. 
You flung your legs off the couch and sat up, burying your face in your hands. They knew. You screwed up and now they know your secret. Your skin was clammy. You felt like you were underwater again. But you never went into the water. Why are you freaking out? You bit your lip, glancing around the Belfry. It was very quiet for this time of day. The late afternoon sun warmed you slightly as it shined through the clockface. 
Maybe you didn’t want to die... You shook your head and stood up. Dick was on his feet the moment you moved, eyes wide with panic. He relaxed slightly at seeing you standing. “Oh, you’re awake,” he chuckled and sat back in his chair. “Good. You gave us a scare.” 
Delicious smells came from downstairs. Some voices followed. You took a deep breath, looking into the sunlight drifting in. “How did you find me?” Your voice was caked with exhaustion and pain. You almost didn’t recognize it. 
Dick flinched at either the sound of your voice or your question. “I was flying by on the Flying Trapeze when I noticed you. Lucky I did.” He got up, wincing at his sore shoulder. “You were going to jump, weren’t you?”
You hardened your heart and glared at him. Dick took a step back. “Well, that doesn’t matter now.”
“Kiddo, it matters.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I think dinner is almost ready downstairs. Let’s eat. Some food will help.”
He walked ahead of you, stretching his bad shoulder as he walked. You watched him, not sure how to feel. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” you mumbled to yourself, eyes on your feet. You swore you saw water around your shoes, but it was gone once you blinked.
“Hey,” Dick said, suddenly by your side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Come on. Food will make everything seem better. You’re not alone in this, (Y/N). You never were.”
On the tip of your tongue was an argument that you were alone. However, you knew there was no point in arguing. It would just reveal what you wanted to keep secret. Dick guided you down the stairs to join the others who were unfortunately waiting at the table for you.
***
Barbara, Alfred and Dick kept up the conversation. You stared at your soup bowl, taking sips quietly. Jason sat, observing the table, but mostly looking at you. Tim was nowhere to be seen. You remembered how upset he was last night. Biting your lip, you hoped he was okay. 
Everyone was avoiding the elephant in the room. The elephant used to be Bruce’s death, but now it was you. You could feel the presence of the memorial behind you. Anger bubbled back up inside you, but you pushed it away, embracing the numbness that always followed. 
Suddenly, the roof exit door flung open and Tim marched in like the demons of hell were chasing him. He saw you at the table and went straight for you. You couldn’t stop the flinch.
“Hey Tim, what’s up?” Dick said, standing up. Tim’s mouth twitched. He stopped in front of you before tossing an envelope at you. Your eyes widened, catching the envelope with your handwriting on it. Oh, he must have went into your bedroom and found your suicide note. Great. 
You sighed, blood turning into ice when you saw it was open. “What is that supposed to mean?” Tim said, pointing his finger in your face. “You were just going to die and only leave this crappy note that doesn’t explain anything?! Why would you do that to us?! Don’t you care?!”
“Tim.” Dick pulled Tim away. Tim jerked out of his grasp. 
“Tim, this isn’t the way to approach this. I know you know that,” Barbara said, getting up to go to Tim. She and Dick herded him away, whispering quietly.
You set the envelope down on the table as if it would explode. Picking up your spoon, you found your hand shaking so much that you couldn’t eat anyway. 
Jason switched chairs to be closer to you. “Hey, it’s okay.” He took your hand. “You know Tim is still developing his tact. Probably won’t get it, rich boy syndrome, am I right?” Jason chuckled. You snorted, smiling a little. It was an inside joke between you and Jason to explain Bruce’s and now Tim’s many quirks. 
Alfred shook his head, unamused. He had slipped the envelope from the table and hid it. You were grateful to not have to look at it. “I’m sorry,” you said after a moment. Rot ate you up inside. “I should have...went to you before things got so bleak.”
“I’m not one to talk.” Jason rubbed the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. “I lost my way too.”
“Not on purpose. You had outside factors.” You pulled your hand away from Jason to hold your wrist tightly. “Mine weren’t so much.”
“We are here to listen.” Alfred patted your shoulder. The worry in his eyes almost killed you. There no point of keeping it a secret. They’ll all know soon if Tim thinks about the note enough. 
You swallowed hard. “Well, you know Code Black released all of Bruce’s files to us.” Alfred and Jason nodded. You noted the others stopped whispering and eavesdropped. “I was going through them and I found one on...me and my mother.”
“Oh.” Alfred’s eyes widened. Jason just looked confused.
You glared at Alfred. “So you knew? This whole time?” Your words made Alfred flinch. 
Alfred sighed, reaching over to pat your shoulder. You pushed your chair away from the table so you were out of his reach. “It wasn’t my secret to tell, Mx. (Y/N). I told him he should have told you.”
“Right.” You stood up, shaking. Bruce’s memorial caught your eye. You grabbed your glass from the table and threw it. It shattered upon impact, but the memorial was unharmed. 
“Hey, (Y/N). Calm down.” Barbara stepped in front of Bruce’s memorial with her hands up. “Tell us what you found in your file.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tim at the computer and accessing it. “Just read it yourself. I’m going out.” You stormed toward the roof exit only for Jason to step in front of you. “Get out of my way, Jay.”
Jason crossed his arms. “Running away won’t make it better, trust me.” He gave you a sad smile. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
Tim and Dick gasped from the computer. You sighed and hid your face in your hands. “Bruce was your father?!” Tim said loudly. 
Barbara stiffened, realization dawning on her face. Jason frowned and glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. Alfred was strangely quiet, still seated at the table. 
“That’s a lot to take in.” Dick broke the silence. His footsteps slow and even behind you. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around you tightly. 
You let him hold you, hands still covered your face. “Why wouldn’t he tell me? Was he ashamed? Did he mean for me to find out only after he died?” Tears burned their way to the surface and your cheeks were wet. “I thought all this time that my father didn’t want me, that he abandoned me.” You glared at Bruce’s memorial. “And he was right there!” You jerked away from Dick and took a step toward the memorial. 
Jason stepped in your path. “Attacking the memorial won’t help.” You pushed at his chest and, like a brick wall, he didn’t move. 
You growled, shoving at Jason again. “Get out of my way, jackass!”
Jason crossed his arms, not moving. The pity in his eyes made you want to tear apart everything in the room. Rage crawled up inside you. It was easy to be angry. You could avoid the grief weighing deep in your very soul.
“(Y/N)! Stop!” Barbara reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away like she hurt you. You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling hard to feel pain.
“None of you understand. You all had parents, knew who they were.” You glared at them. Dick pursed his lips, shifting his feet. Barbara and Jason’s expressions went blank. “I never knew my mom except that she slept around and got what she deserved, at least that’s the story my gran told me every night as my bedtime story.” You gasped, wiping tears from your cheeks.
Jason stepped closer. “That’s not fair, kid.”
You back away. Your chest felt like it was going to explode. Dick and Barbara took a step toward you. You hugged yourself, trying to hold it together. 
“Why does it matter?” Tim stared at you. He looked bewildered. 
“What?!” It was getting hard to breathe. Your lungs refused to take in air. 
“Seriously, Timmy,” Dick mumbled. Suddenly, Dick was in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulders. “Breathe with me, (Y/N). Come on, kiddo. You can do it.” Black swarmed your vision. You blinked, trying to copy Dick’s slow, even breaths.
“I don’t get it. You should be happy. Bruce wanted you.” Tim shook his head. “You’re so lucky, (Y/N). Why can’t you understand that?”
Barbara hushed him. “Tim, stop it.” 
Dick pulled you into a hug, whispering nonsense in your ear. Your chest ached, but your lungs opened up. 
“No, Bruce was your father. He cared about you.” Tim rubbed his temples, backing away when Jason grabbed at him. “He took you in. Loved you. Why does it matter he didn’t tell you? He treated you like his kid anyway, more than other parents.”
“Master Tim, please,” Alfred said, rising from the table finally.
“No, it’s selfish!” Tim shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Barbara caught his shoulder to stop him from coming toward you. “You tried to kill yourself because Bruce was your father! I would give anything for Bruce to be my real dad!”
“Tim, you’re not helping.” Barbara hushed him, gripping his shoulder enough to hurt. You looked at Tim over Dick’s shoulder. His words were a knife in your heart. Shame on you. You are selfish for feeling the way you do. Tim has it worse. They all have it worse. 
“You’re right,” you whispered, pulling away from Dick. You wiped your cheeks with your sleeves. Dick reached to pull you back to him, but you shook your head. “I’m selfish.” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. 
“No, kiddo.” Dick snatched you, holding you so tight that you thought you were going to be crushed. “You’re not selfish for feeling the way you do. We’re all different, we all have our struggles. I can’t explain why Bruce made his decision not to tell you the truth, but I know he loved you so much.” 
You pursed your lips, closing your eyes. The shame rotted your insides. You heard whispers from Jason, Barbara, and Tim. It didn’t surprise you that Tim would react badly. Tim told you many times in confidence that he wished Bruce was his biological father. Tim’s dad hadn’t even called when the news of Bruce’s death was released.
“Master Bruce was a stubborn man as you all know.” Alfred cleared his throat. You turned to look at him, slightly confused he was finally speaking up. The others went quiet as well. “When he believed he made the right decision, almost nothing could change his mind.”
Jason snorted. “No kidding.” 
Alfred nodded. His eyes studied you. “He didn’t know about you until he found your DNA at the scene of the Ratcatcher’s arrest.” Alfred smiled sadly. “He made his mission to find you, to make sure you were safe. When he realized you weren’t, he took you in and made you part of our family.”
“That’s true. Bruce was so impressed at how you took down Ratcatcher with only a slingshot and a firecracker.” Barbara said, stepping to your side and giving you a side hug. You leaned into her, she was so warm. “Whether Bruce being your dad or not, you would have always had a place with us.”
The rot inside you eased. You swallowed hard. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” you mumbled softly. “I wouldn’t have been mad at him. If he didn’t know about me, he wasn’t to blame for anything.”
Jason snorted. “You’re being generous, (Y/N). He still slept with your mother without bothering to see if anything happened afterward.” Jason shifted on his feet as if debating whether to approach you or not.
“Your mom should have reached out to Bruce. That wasn’t Bruce’s fault,” Tim said, starting to fidget with a broken batarang. 
Tears filled your eyes again. Barbara hugged you tighter. “Master Bruce and your mother were very young,” Alfred said, shaking his head at Tim before focusing back on you. “Now he never explained why, but knowing Master Bruce, I imagined he was afraid of passing on the burden of the Wayne legacy.”
Dick opened his arms. Barbara nodded and he joined the hug. You were smashed between them. “What does that even mean?,” you said, wiggling away from the two of them. You wiped your cheeks, finding them traitorously wet. “That’s a load of bullshit, Alfred.”
Alfred frowned slightly. He sighed. “I believe Master Bruce was afraid.” You tensed. The room dead silent. You sniffled. Alfred pulled out a tissue and handed it to you. He rested his hand on your shoulder as you mopped up your face. “He was afraid of losing you. You were part of our family and I believe he didn’t want the knowledge of your true parentage to change that.”
“I guess.” You tossed your tissue away. A wave of exhaustion came over you. You glanced over at Bruce’s memorial. It felt like it was still mocking you. Maybe what Alfred said was true, but...it didn’t make you feel any better.
The others were watching you. You forced yourself to smile. “I’m sorry about scaring you all.” You wrung your hands. “Going onto the bridge was a mistake. I won’t do that again.”
“You better not, kid.” Jason nudged your arm. 
“Regardless, I have made an appointment for you with a trusted therapist.” Alfred put his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the table and your, now cold, soup. “You are going to meet with them and promise us that you will seek help if you should ever feel so hopeless again.”
“Yes, Alfred.” You took your seat. The family joined you at the table. After a minute of uneasiness, Dick took a breath.
“I can’t believe Harley gave me an ‘F’ in ‘glute-ability’. Has she seen my ass? It’s great,” Dick said with a carefree smile. 
Barbara rolled her eyes. Jason and Tim shared a groan. You bit your lip to keep from letting a giggle slid out. Gentle ribbing and teasing followed. You admitted you loved your family and you were grateful you didn’t leave them last night. However, you wondered if the little nagging feeling about Bruce would ever go away.
***
You ran through the forest on the Wayne Estate, dressed in your gear. 
The family had just discovered Talia had stolen Bruce’s body and found a  Lazarus pit in Gotham.  With the Court of Owls defeated, they all went after Talia.
Due to your attempt, you had been taken off missions as a whole. The family thought it best you focused on your recovery. You agreed, but you knew you had to do this. After their last signal came from the destroyed Batcave, you sprinted into action.
The boarded up well was right where you remembered. You knelt down, ripping up the boards and dropping down. On the way down, you realized you should have checked to make sure it didn’t collapse with the rest of the Batcave. Panic flared inside you, but you let out a breath before safely landing on the bottom of the well. 
You found the well when you were exploring the grounds after you came to live with Bruce. It led right to a small opening in the roof of the Batcave. 
A smile tugged at your lips. You used this tunnel to sneak up on Bruce. He almost broke your jaw when you surprised him. The look on his face was worth how stiff you got waiting for the right moment to drop down. 
“Please still be here,” you whispered, squeezing through the gap and into the tunnel. 
“Mx. (Y/N), where are you?” Alfred’s voice made you jolt. Your head bumped against the rock ceiling. You hissed.
“Around.” The passage narrowed. You laid on your stomach, crawling through the space. It was a tight squeeze. Tighter than it used to be.
“This isn’t a joke. You’re not at the Belfry. Where are you, kid?” Jason sounded angry, but the worry was hidden just underneath. You swallowed past a lump in your throat. 
You let out a slow breath to calm the panic. The walls closed in more, but you saw light ahead. Sounds of a battle echoed toward you. “Don’t worry.” You tapped your comm to turn it off. 
Peeking out of the hole, you saw your family fighting far below. You raised an eyebrow as you slid out of the hole and climbed down. The closest platform was the old Batplane landing pad. The Batplane was still there. Barely hanging on over the edge. 
You tapped your mask, zooming in to see your family battling Talia. A glowing Lazarus pit sat in the middle of the Batcave. A snort slipped out of you.
A shuffle came from behind you. You spun, slingshot ready.
“(Y/N)?” Bruce held up his hands. Your heart stopped. He had a beard, thinner than he should be, pale. A bloody stab wound in his stomach.
“Bruce?” You narrowed your eyes. Your slingshot still aimed for him. “That really you?”
Bruce coughed, stumbling weakly toward you. “Mostly.” He wheezed. “The owls are coming, (Y/N). Get out of here.”
“But the others, they stopped them.” You turned to see the Court of Owls appearing in front of your family. “Damn it.”
Suddenly, Bruce’s hand clapped on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You froze as he touched his forehead to yours. “Go, get out of here.”
“Wait, what are you going to do?” Your eyes widened as Bruce stumbled toward the Batplane.
“It’s your city now. Your battles. Do well my child.” Bruce climbed into the Batplane with what seemed to be the last of his strength. 
You glanced back at the battle below. Your family was outmatched. Swallowing hard, you looked at the plane. Just by looks alone, you knew the weapons were offline. Heck, you bet the autopilot wasn’t working either. Your eyes widened once you realized what he planned to do. 
“Hell no.” You dropped your slingshot and ran forward, hopping into the plane with Bruce.
“(Y/N), get out of here!” Bruce’s eyes flashed a dangerous green. The green of the pit. You swallowed hard, but ignored him. 
“You’re not sacrificing yourself, you idiot. I didn’t get to find out you’re my dad only to let you kill yourself again.” You wrapped your arms around him, but the the cockpit sealed, locking you both inside. 
Bruce coughed again. He let out a moan. “(Y/N), now is not the time to be stubborn. Go!” He reached for button to open the cockpit, but you blocked him. 
“Nope, I’m in here with you.” You saw the Talons moving in on your family. Reaching over, you flicked on the lights of the plane to get their attention. “Guess we’ll just have to survive this together.”
“Bruce! What are you doing?!” Dick’s voice came over the batplane’s comms. Your eyes widened as the Talons climbed toward the plane. 
Bruce wheezed again. “Damn it, (Y/N). Get out of here.”
“N. O. No.” You flinched as a talon appeared in front of the cockpit, pounding on the glass. 
“Wait, (Y/N) is with you?!” Barbara said. The terror in her voice made you shiver. 
“Yes, I’m going to eject their seat. One of you needs to catch them before they hit the ceiling,” Bruce said, turning on the Batplane’s engines.
You growled. “No, I’ll catch Bruce when I eject his seat before impact. Meanwhile, you all should run.”
More Talons appeared, pounding on the glass. Some of their claws were making it through. “(Y/N), I’m giving you an order,” Bruce said softly.
“And I’m ignoring it.” You took your grapple gun in hand, seeing the ejector seat was still working, flashing it’s bright red. Bruce flicked a switch. The Batplane’s engines slowly built to full power. 
“Kid, listen to him,” Jason said, the rare panic in his voice surprised you.
“You won’t be able to stop the ejector seat. We’ll both die on impact.” Bruce took a deep breath. “You have to let me go.”
The hilarity didn’t escape you. “Like you let anything go?” You couldn’t stop your laugh. “I guess we’ll die together then.”
“(Y/N), you promised us.” Tim’s voice made your heart drop. “If this is about you not wanting to live. This is not the time or place to do it.”
Bruce glanced back at you. You didn’t meet his eye as the plane suddenly rocketed forward. “Sorry,” you said before hitting the ejector button for Bruce’s seat and held on tight. 
How you were going to do this, you didn’t know, but the only thing you knew for certain was that Bruce wasn’t going to die today.
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Your chest hurt like it had been punched several times. You gasped, dust flying into your mouth. 
“Careful. Don’t move.” The voice was so familiar. You opened your eyes, blinking at the bright light somewhere next to you. 
“It hurts.” You coughed, choking on the dust. “I can’t move my arm.”
A low chuckle and a wheeze came from beside you. “You still have circulation, but it’s broken. I got a splint on it for now.”
Your eyes adjusted and you took in Bruce’s bearded face. Blood dripped down from a cut on his head. He still had the stab wound in his chest, but it appeared to have been treated. You recognized the gauze from the first aid kit in your belt.
His hand rested on your forehead. A smile pulled at his lips. “You miscalculated our landing slightly, but overall we survived. We’re still trapped though.” He looked up. You took in the rocks around you. Panic slowly crawled up inside you. “I set a distress call through your comm. We should be found soon.”
You hummed, shifting. Sharp pain shot through your chest and legs. “Ouch.”
“I said don’t move.” Bruce’s hand stayed on your forehead. “I can’t believe you did something so risky.”
“I can’t believe you were going to kill yourself after you got another chance at life.” You narrowed your eyes at him. 
Bruce snorted in response. He pursed his lips. “Is what Tim said true?”
You frowned, staring at the rock above you. “What did he say? I’m sorry, I don’t remember. I was too busy figuring out how to get you out alive.”
“Did you try to kill yourself?” Bruce stared at you, searching for answers. “Tell me.”
You let out a breath. Your eyes burned. “Does it matter? I’m not going to try again. My therapist is helping me with it.” 
“Why?” 
You looked back at him. The grief in his eyes made your heart ache. “Well, I...I felt like I was hated...by you. You didn’t want me to know you were my dad until after you died.” Tears filled your eyes. “What if I wasn’t worthy? What if you never really wanted me and just took me in out of obligation?” 
Bruce shook his head. “No.” He stroked your hair. “I was afraid you would reject me. You always said you hated your parents, that you wouldn’t forgive them. I didn’t want to ruin the family you made with us.”
You chuckled, wincing when it hurt your ribs. “So we were both afraid of the same thing?”
He smiled. “I guess.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
The rocks above you shifted. Bruce tensed, looking up. “Hopefully, they called in Superman to dig us out,” you said, reaching with your good hand to grab his. 
Bruce winced when the rocks shifted again. “If they don’t make it all collapse on us. Just our luck they got Superboy instead.” 
You laughed, gasping when it hurt. “Don’t make me laugh.”
Bruce chuckled softly. “Sorry.” He sighed, coughing a little. “Now tell me what’s been going on since I’ve been...gone.”
You snorted at the phrase. “Well, do you want the story in chorological order or just highlights?” 
Bruce rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), you might as well tell me the whole story. We aren’t going anywhere soon.”
You swallowed as the rock shifted again. A bit of dust fell. “Okay, well...” You started in on the story, hoping to forget about the tons of rocks shifting above. Bruce tightened his hands around yours, listening to your every word.
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Six Months Later...
“Hurry up, Bruce,” you said, turning back to see him several feet behind you. The climb up the mountain had been steep, but the view was worth it. “It’s beautiful up here.” 
“I’m coming.” He panted, jogging up to you. A cough slipped out of him. You patted his back.
Bruce had recovered somewhat from the pit. He would never be Batman again, but he was getting stronger every day. Even the nightmares had faded somewhat.
“It is beautiful. Worth the climb.” Bruce flopped his arm around your shoulders, looking out at the view. 
You were doing better. Your therapist helped you work through things and your body healed. Of course, having a second chance with Bruce assisted with your recovery as well.
“This road trip was a good idea,” Bruce said after a moment. “I’ll have to thank Alfred.”
You chuckled, leaning into Bruce’s side. Alfred had suggested you and Bruce take a road trip across the USA. A chance to bond and see sights that neither of you thought to see before. 
The others had Gotham covered. They were over being upset with you for risking your life. For the most part anyway. 
You looked out over the mountain range. Nerves bubbled in your stomach. “Yeah, you’ll have to thank him, Dad.”
Bruce tensed, his arm gripped your shoulder. You smiled when you saw tears in his eyes. He pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, (Y/N).” He kissed your forehead.
“I hope you know I need photo evidence that I made you cry by calling you Dad. Dick won’t believe me otherwise,” you said, laughing when Bruce spun you around.
“Little brat.” Bruce ruffled your hair. You squirmed away from him. Deep down, you knew you had the peace you were looking for and you couldn’t have been happier.
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All the things you said | part three
Summary: A big dinner is organized by Charles to bring together some pilots and their wives, girlfriends, sister and friends. Everyone enjoys the evening until a topic of conversation leads to dark revelations. What secrets will be revealed?
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
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WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING !R@PE! TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE!
If you are struggling. Please get help. You are loved, and your life is valued. Even if you don’t see it, you are loved. 
DISCLAIMER:  This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts.
You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful. 
Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day? 
Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you now makes you well.
The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.
Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you. 
You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you. 
Then came darkness...
When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and takes the elevator. 
You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.
In the elevator, the ride seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.
You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors open that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.
Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.
Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you entered his life. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.
He still remembers the first time he saw you. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky. 
He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.
“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said in your beautiful voice. 
He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses. 
A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.
“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the apartment. 
The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.
Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the apartment. No one dares to go to see Charles.
The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.
It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.
“Hello?” 
To be continued... 
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Art Thief on the Loose!
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Tumblr user @mrs-inkstargirl
They have stolen art from my dear wonderfully talented friend @tyginartist
They are now blocked but this is a warning to other artists!!! They along with another user have been known for harassment of others. Please be warned and advised about their behavior!!!
They even had the audacity to put on a watermark and tag it #my own art, I am raging and FUMING my guy
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Since a lot more people followed me recently for my "wholesome" fanart I wanted to warn you that this is a exclusively no under 18, NSFW blog and I more often than not draw naked people and erotica
so if you are not okay with that don't follow me!
thanks ;p
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eclectic-ways · 1 year
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Stop. Wasting. Your. Time. MORTAL.
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This is just a warning, Missouri Farmhouse is going to be LONG. It’s currently at 14.4k works and I’m so close to wrapping it up.
I’m hoping to have it out either later today or tomorrow. I promise I didn’t mean to write this much 😅
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SIREN 2018, Sunmi
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z0mb13-b0y · 8 months
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pepspspspspsp it is i!
I have finally gotten around for submitting a request B)
I would humbly ask for a Ghost x M!Reader who is prone to overworking themselves both on and off battlefield and suffers (horribly) consequently from it B) angst and fluff! u can make it spicy if u want, u have creative liberty!!!
(can be on or off battlefield- off battlefield I’d imagine m!reader coming in tiredly before hacking up blood and stumbling, while on battlefield he becomes lethargic and extremely ill)
Ghost finds m!reader suffering as he’s in need of medical attention quickly as he’s slowly looking more like a corpse before her gets the medical attention needed, causing for some panic but he’s fine :S
Overworked M!Reader x Worried Ghost
⚠️: Blood, mentions of stitching flesh, angst + fluff:3
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As the sun slowly bleeds through the the curtains Ghost starts to wake, he rolls over moving his arm as an attempt to wrap his arm over you before the realisation hits, you weren't home..again. "Fuckin hell, Y/N" he mutters to himself before groaning loudly and getting out of bed to continue his day..
You were barely home anymore, always getting up hours before dawn and leaving to go on missions you weren't even assigned, what pissed him off was your carelessness, always coming home to him exhausted and sometimes hurt. By nightfall he sat, worried and tired on the couch waiting for you to talk about your daily leaves, after time slowly passes you finally opened the door..
As you came in stumbling in groaning in pain whilest keeping your hand on the side of your waist. Ghost's heart drops as he leaps off the couch and grabs you.."What the fuck did you do, Y/N!?" He demanded to know, his voice cracking as he watches the rapid bleeding leak from the inside of your gear, "I..I just need a shower.." you mumble softly, groaning once more in pain before trying to escape his grip on you. "Im gonna call the medic." He explains, pissed as he slowly let's go and walks away..he flashes a look of concern at you, watching you as he walks away before hearing you collapse to your knees, groaning louder. He runs over to you and wraps his arms around the back of your neck and knees now carrying you to the couch..
Something was much worse than the other times you came home. He drops you gently down on the couch before reaching for your gear to take it all off.."What happened!?" He yells, he wasn't angry.. he was hurt and scared..his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth clench and he lifts your shirt up to reveal the massive slash from a blade on the side of your body..it was deep. You lay your head back, a small smile forming from your lips before chuckling, "I wasn't careful enough." You say before hucking up some blood..Ghost stands and starts running around the house for God knows what. He comes back with dis-infectent, bandage and a stitch kit..he pours the alcoholic liquid on your wound, rubbing it around with his sleeve as he listens to you whimper in pain, squirming under his touch. "Y/N.." he mutters under his breath..his voice shaky.."you always come home hurt but this is getting out of hand.." he sighs loudly..you can't help but look down at him with sympathy, what are you to say?
He starts to open the stitch kit, you already know this is gonna be a pain in the ass but you do believe you deserve it for all the times you've left him to wake up alone.
He starts grabbing it all, prepping the equipment before holding you down as he starts to slowly stitch you up, you winced in pain before he looks up at you.."You deserve it yknow?" He mutters.."Yeah, I know." You respond, a little embarrassed that the person stitching you up just so happened to be your worried boyfriend.
"Im such a shitty boyfriend.. " you mumble before wincing once more from the jabbing pain in your side. You knew Ghost wasn't gonna disagree..maybe he wouldn't even say anything at all.."Im gonna try harder..im sorry." Your voice husk but shameful..but at least you meant every word. "How?" Is all he said, cold and emotionless as he keeps stitching up the large wound.."im gonna stop doing, well..this." you admit, meaning the missions you didn't have to go through with at all..the silence was deafening before he replied "thank you." Once more emotionless and cold..
After the time slowly passed for them once more he was done stitching before carefully wrapping the bandage around your stitches.."Y/N?" He asks, more in a soft tone than before, "Yeah?" You reply, curious of the next response.."Can you please stay tomorrow? I cant deal with you at the moment..I hate how you keep coming home hurt, it hurts me too." The confession began and ended in no more than thirty seconds.."that was kind of the plan?" You chuckle, looking up and smiling at him..the clock just hit 2am before he smiled, the smile faded before telling you to go to bed..you complied.
As you walk into the shared bedroom looking for the normal hoodie you wore to bed every night you just simply couldn't find it.."What the fuuck?" You whisper sighing loudly before you spot Ghost in the doorway holding it, "You haven't washed in in weeks, so I did." He explains before chucking it at you to catch. You smile warmly at him before thanking him and putting in on and taking off your pants..once your finished you look over at the bed to see Ghost laying there staring at you on his back..you smile before walking over and sitting on top of him.
"I am sorry for-" he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you down onto his chest.."Just stop, okay?" Thats all he asked..you nod as your head nuzzled deeper into the creves of his neck.."I love you, you know that right?" You break the silence, your arms just wrapping themselves around him tighter.."I love you too.." he said before kissing your forehead and turning off the light.
Done! Took me around 2 hours to make all this but I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you loads for the submission:3
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Sauron Unchained
Remember when Sauron mentioned "THAT first sunrise," on the raft in the Vision? (Not THE first sunrise. The sun already existed. He's talking about THAT first sunrise, after Morgoth was defeated.)
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"When Morgoth was defeated, it was as if a great, clenched fist had released its grasp from my neck. And in the stillness of that first sunrise, at last! I felt the light of The One again. And I knew, if ever I was to be forgiven, then I had to heal everything that I had helped ruin" (1x08).
That sunrise was a pretty big deal.
Let's review this moment Sauron describes from The Silmarillion.
(Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath.)
Before the rising of the sun Eärendil slew Ancalagon the Black, the mightiest of the dragon-host, and cast him from the sky; and he fell upon the towers of Thangorodrim, and they were broken in his ruin. Then the sun rose, and the host of the Valar prevailed, and well-nigh all the dragons were destroyed; and all the pits of Morgoth were broken and unroofed, and the might of the Valar descended into the deeps of the earth. [...]
Then Morgoth was bound.
[...] Thus an end was made of the power of Angband in the North, and the evil realm was brought to naught; and out of the deep prisons a multitude of slaves came forth beyond all hope into the light of day, and they looked upon a world that was changed.
Those slaves who emerged were not the servants of Morgoth (like Orcs, Balrogs, etc.), but rather Elves, the likes of Gwindor, who were captured, imprisoned and enslaved, sent deep into the mines to dig.
But Sauron described his experience from their perspective.
Sooo... why?
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"When Morgoth was defeated, it was as if a great, clenched fist had released its grasp from my neck. And in the stillness of THAT first sunrise, at last! I felt the light of The One again."
Some complain:
Why did the writers make it seem like Morgoth made Sauron evil, against his will?
-----They didn't.-----
Why did they change Sauron's character from liking Morgoth because of efficiency, to loathing him?
-----They didn't.-----
Why did they make it so Sauron only allied himself with Morgoth in order to survive?
-----They didn't.-----
They didn't change anything. They didn't even have to add anything. None of this came out of the clear blue just for fun. It's not even just for the sake of making the show.
Sauron manipulated Galadriel, but he did so with the TRUTH, making it easier for her to pity him than if he flat-out lied.
["And in the stillness of that first sunrise..."]
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(Meanwhile, he talks about forgiveness.)
Galadriel: "No penance could ever erase the evil you have done."
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Sauron: "That is not what you believe." [...] After our victory, you said that whatever I'd done before, I could be free of it now. [...] I told you the truth! I told you that I had done evil, and you did not care! Because you knew that our past meant nothing, weighed against our future. :D"
What is this 'trauma' he allegedly experienced? Sure, he was wary of the consequences of crossing Morgoth, but I mean ... he was the guy--Morgoth's #1--his right hand Maia--his most devoted servant. He would never do anything in disobedience or rebellion. Else how would he achieve such a status?
The implication of his tale is not that he was FORCED to Morgoth's allegiance, giving him this general fear that was finally lifted when Morgoth fell.
Something happened.
He made ONE mistake.
(And since Patrick said they're not in the business of pure Easter eggs, there's a REASON they showed this.)
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In Sauron's most humiliating moment, being in the jaws of Huan, Lúthien told him "that he should be stripped of his raiment of flesh, and his ghost be sent quaking back to Morgoth; and she said: 'There everlastingly thy naked self shall endure the torment of his scorn, pierced by his eyes, unless thou yield to me the mastery of thy tower.' (The Silmarillion: Of Beren and Lúthien).
Before that, Sauron had it all. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he already had Beren (who had a price put on his head by Morgoth) IN HIS PRISON. But hearing Lúthien sing to Beren in the hour of Finrod's death, he sought great reward for bringing her to Morgoth. When his dying servant told him that Huan was there, he was like, Oh. I got this.
Things went sideways, and he had no choice but to yield to Huan, or face Morgoth's wrath... so he let them go.
As a result, Beren and Lúthien waltzed their way into Angband, stole a Silmaril (eventually) and escaped.
So, um...?
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Charlie referenced what Lúthien told Sauron, when speaking about the 'clenched fist' line. His paraphrasing is quite unnerving, given that he knows what backstory we are going to see next season... and I don't know... but I would like to... and it makes me wonder.
"You can go whimpering back to your master and tell him that you've let me in. You've failed. You haven’t defended your kingdom." [...] I read from that this thing that Morgoth is so powerful and so scary, that it would've meant consequences for Sauron. - Charlie Vickers
Where exactly was Sauron after his failure? He dwelt in Taur-nu-Fuin for a while, but a lot of time passed between then and the end of the War. So...WHERE DID HE GO? Wouldn't the most devoted and powerful of all the servants of Morgoth be actively involved in the defense against the host of the Valar?? One might say things were trending upward for him...
...until Finrod, Beren, Lúthien, and Huan came along.
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How long would it have taken Morgoth to find out that everything was Sauron's fault? How long would it have taken to hunt Sauron down, as he fled?
Not very long, I reckon.
[...] there must have been an element to their relationship where Morgoth was someone he feared at times, or someone that would punish him when he failed. [...] there must have been some truth in [the clenched fist] line. - Charlie Vickers
No wonder he described the end of the War as if he had been among the slaves who emerged from the deep prisons..."beyond all hope into the light of day"...reminiscing the first sunrise after the overthrow of Thangorodrim, and the great, clenched fist that released its grasp from his neck as a result.
In the Great War, he wasn't just sitting in a tree, or even in a back-up tower, watching from the side-lines.
He failed Morgoth.
Miserably.
And was punished for it.
No wonder he was missing during the War of Wrath.
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"What do you know of darkness?"
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