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wangxianficfinder · 5 months

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Fic finder

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1. There is a fic that I don’t remember the name of but it was wangxian arranged marriage with heavy angst and unhappy WWX. I remember it had a line going “Being married to me is killing him” so if anyone knows it I will be forever grateful 🥰 @kanrax-blog

FOUND! Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. hello im looking for a fic where lotus pier is home to a bunch of eldritch horrors so our jiang trio have darker vibes. thank you so much for your help

FOUND? Monster in Human Skin Series by Nika_Raven_Celeste (T/M, 20k, WCZ/CSSR/JFM, NiecestXu, QHJ/WWX, WRH/WWX, Dark Jiāngs, dark au, grey morality, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Happy Murder Family, Dehumanization, Dark NHS, Dark NMJ, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-human characters, Morally Gray WWX, Gūsū Lán Elders Bashing, Dark Gūsū Lán Sect, Solitary Confinement, Touch-Starved, Gaslighting, Victim Blaming, Mental Health Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Break, Mental Coercion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Age Difference, no WangXian, Literal monster in human skin, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Imprisonment, Mind Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Incest, Stockholm Syndrome, Power Imbalance, Captivity, spoil of war, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Conditioning, Master/Pet, Fairytale elements, Eldritch) It's about JFM/WCZ/CSSR though

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3. i was hoping you could also help with finding a fic and since i don’t want to flood the inbox, i wanted to put my request here.

i’m looking for a fic/series where wei wuxian and lan wangji are both actors that work on a project together that involves them being intimate. the catch is that wwx thought lwj hated him and so there’s tension there. there’s also a continuation of when they’re happily together where wwx finds a shrine/treasure room dedicated to himself when visiting lwj’s house. it’s one of the first fics i ever read and it’s so deeply buried that I can’t seem to find the bookmark for it and was hoping for help. thank you in advance and i wish you all well.

FOUND! Feel My Love by Leffy (E, 5k, wangxian, modern, Actors, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, inappropriate use of light sticks), of Blooming into the Color of Love series. shout out to asker and their brain cooperating with the details of the fic cause it made it easy to find !

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4. I'd love some help finding a fic! it's a short-ish smut modern au, with gnc lwj who wears skirts and does makeup for football/soccer player wwx, but it's very much canon dynamics! i think wwx has some but not a lot of comphet in it, wwx is very amenable to getting railed by lwj after he learns that this is a thing that could happen. i really enjoyed the characterization

I know I've read 4 but I can't find it/remember what it's called argh. The Twin Jades were child stars and LQR taught them that they had to have other avenues so LXC is a philanthropist (??) And LWJ moonlights in fashion design. He overheard footballer!WWX admitting he would have sex with LWJ and with Mianmian (???)'s help he made it happen. I think the end is a fast forward years later still together/happy.

FOUND! wear me out by plonk (Not Rated, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Couture, Football | Soccer, Not!Fic)

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5. hi! trying my luck hunting down this fic which i sadly don't remember much of except for one scene. what i rmb is wwx seeing a comb that he wants to get for lwj in caiyi town, and not buying it the first time due to budget issues. when he eventually returns to the stall again, it turns out the seller kept it for him: wwx learns about this from the seller's husband, who is the one at the stall this time, and wwx is surprised to learn about the acceptance of cutsleeve relationships in gusu. thank you very much!!!

FOUND! 🔒 Unstoppable by Netrixie (T, 149k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wolf-shifter WWX, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Fix-It, Werewolf, Shapeshifters)

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6. Hello, I would like some help?? I’m looking for a fic but I completely forgot the name 🥲

it was a MDZS/TGCF crossover: Xie Lian joined the juniors on their nighthunt and Jingyi spends most of the time suspicious of him. At one point they all thought Xie Lian died but Lan Zichen appeared and performed cpr on him and he was fine. At the end WWX recognized him and called him grand uncle and tells the kids Xie Lian’s a god (and when they ask ‘why didn’t you say anything?’, Xie Lian’s only response was ‘you didn’t ask’)

That’s all I remember, I’m loosing my mind trying to look for it please help me 🥺🥺 I’m sorry if it’s a pain @cullen-blue23

FOUND! Lan Jingyi and the Adventure of the Immortal Cultivator by litbynosun (T, 5k, the junior quartet, TGCF/MDZS, Crossover, Just a Fun Little Romp, Minor Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence, Ghosts, postcanon, (for both books), Friendship, A Pack Of Teens Roaming The Countryside With Swords)

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7. Hello! Excuse me but could you please help me with the title of the Wangxian fic that's a Gawain and the Green Knight AU? Where Lan Wangji plays the role of Gawain and enters into a weird sex game with the Yiling Laozu and Wei Wuxian not knowing they're the same person until the duel? Please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

FOUND! rare the man who'll hold to faith by Fahye (M, 13k, wangxian, canon au, Identity Porn, With Apologies To The Chivalric Romantic Tradition)

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8. Fic finder request please! 🙂

Wangxian was in an arranged marriage au and WWX, in trying to get to know LWJ, hangs onto his arm or something and gets pushed into a pond (by accident fromLwJ), but WWX thinks it was on purpose and he decides to be just as rude back. I can’t remember anything else about it, but I think it had a happy ending and that LWJ had to grovel a bit. I swear I’ve read it a few months ago and can’t find it anywhere! 😭😭

FOUND! i won’t say i’m in love by kazzywx (E, 12k, wangxian, rape/non-con, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, skippable NSFW scenes, wwx’s is basically meg from hercules with his “i wont say im in love” shtick, Hurt WWX, Boypussy, WWX Has a Vulva, Intersex WWX, Dubious Consent, Feminization, Mating Bites, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Mpreg, WWX & WQ Friendship, WWX & WN Friendship, Possessive LWJ, WIP)

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9. Hi, nice ppl! I'm looking for a fic (Modern AU). LWJ is a rich lonely businessman who finds erotic model WWX online (he doesn't do it for pleasure but to pay JC's medical treatment) & falls for him. No explicit sex, WWX just shows his body (only HALF of his face to keep anonymity) & sends private set of pix to clients after paying a lot of money. LWJ becomes the best client instantly, getting more pix & phone calls, which seems to be enough 4 him (he's in love). WWX doesn't trust him, he thinks he could be a psycho, so they didn't meet YET (the fic wasn't finished & now I cannot find it). One day, WWX is in a photo session w/erotic lingery in a building room near LWJ's office, who 'feels' smth but, as he gets to the place, it's already empty & the staff + WWX gone. He founds a piece of his costume & keeps it. Sorry I have no more to add, only that WWX really needs the money for JC's health & asks LWJ to make the payments to his own bank acc, not to the agency (perhaps that lil' info helps). LXC notices a positive change in his brother's mood but LWJ doesn't tell anything to him. TYSM!xo @einherjermineord

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10. Hello this is a long shot but my history and bookmarks crashed on AO3 and there was a fanfic I was reading it was about LZ meeting WY as children one of the two save the other from dogs, LZ gave WY his drum rattle, in a Yilin alley, it was cold and the thin clothed WY got a coat from LZ the author described the coat or cape as embroidery and elegant, then when the uncle and brother came to him, he turn and WY left with the drum rattle but not the coat/cape, years later they are married have children WY pulls out drum rattles and then the old one (which he used as design for the other ones) and is there where they realized are them in the childhood encounter ... I know it's a long shot but do you know what fic I am talking about? Oh and I think it has the tones of mpreg hence the children, but I can't remember much, if you could help me please and thank you

PS there is an author that used a similar encounter in "A Matter of Time" but that is not it I am so sorry to bother you about this, this author told me about you so here I am 😁

Sincerely @mysticalyunique

FOUND! As if you were on fire from within by jalpari (E, 30k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ/Fox WWX, Canon Universe, Getting Together, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Pregnant LWJ)

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11. Hello!! I'm looking for either one or 2 fics here. I might have read them at the same time and they blurred together, or it is the same fic. Anyway, one of them has mo xuanyu and nie huaisang working together and mxy is a fashion designer that insists on dressing wwx. And then the other has a scene where wwx is at some fancy party and escapes lwj through like a sky light. It's a cat-and-mouse fic where lwj is trying to capture wwx.

Thanks for your help and all the hard work yall do 🖤🖤🖤

FOUND! To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

FOUND!🔒🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex) #11b with the cat and mouse game sounds like kitzukanas "rule #1 don't get attached"

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12. Hello again. First off I'd like to thank you for all your hard work and help. This blog means alot to me.

I need help finding a fic. It's a modern au. WWX is a hacker. I forgot what LWJ does. It's not something he likes. He doesn't like his life/work. Doing it just for family. There was a part in the fic where LQR said/asked? If LWJ was happy and LWJ said no.

If you do find this fic, would you also recommend something in this similar theme? LWJ doing things for family and not being happy and LQR finds out and regrets his actions? @lailan-rosie

FOUND? Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

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13. Hi, Help me find this fic🙏

Lwj is in a hostage/courtesan/concubine situation and the ones who owns him are either wens or jins. Lxc is free and about, knows lwj's situation yet does nothing/can't do nothing because of sect politics.

WWX meets lwj, a stranger at lwj's institution/lodgings and is appalled at lxc for his inaction. Wwx fights/duels lxc saying hes a bad brother. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

NOT FOUND! The Last Concubine by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 13k, WangXian, Royalty, Emperor WWX, Concubine LWJ, LWJ Whump, Forced Marriage, Starvation, Non-physical spousal abuse, Fluff and Angst, Doing the Wrong Thing for the Right Reasons, Happy Ending, WWX Takes Care of LWJ)

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14. Hi! I’m looking for a fic where rogue!wwx(?) meets LWJ who came down from the mountain just to collect books and bring knowledge back to the cloud recesses. It’s like a right of passage thing? They travel together a long time and then LWJ gets called home. I think he gives WWX a way to contact him even though he shouldn’t? And WWX ends up bringing the Wen remnants to CR.

FOUND? my rivers tilt towards you by perfectlyrose (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fairy Tale Elements, dragonji, mentions of, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, First Meetings, Romance, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort)

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15. hi ! this is for fic finder, i think i asked before but i don’t believe it was found: wangxian modern au, they reunite after a gap bc lan zhan gets into an accident (he’s fine, but it was going to be on the news because he’s a bit famous (i think it was as a tv baker) so lan xichen comes over to tell him). they get closer again and i think near the end it’s revealed that lan sizhui is lan yuan, a patient wei ying grew attached to that lan zhan adopted a few yrs after wei ying disappeared @willesnelson

FOUND? Lifelong Confidant by saved (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Angst, Past Character Death, Families of Choice, Explicit Sexual Content, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Oblivious WWX, playing fast and loose with basic real life things, references to past alcoholism/substance abuse, Alcohol)

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16. Hello! Hoping to find a fic where Meng Yao I think is the main character. Modern AU, the ensemble are nurses/doctors. Meng Yao is a nurse, but like the head or charge nurse - he points out you can tell bc he's wearing a particular color of scrubs (yellow?). The plot had to do with people actually protecting him for once and his father trying to pin his own mal practice (or possibly Jin Zixun's) on Meng Yao. But Nie Huisang manages to save the day by "stumbling across" records that proved it was Jin Guangshan/Zixun at fault.

Thanks so much for all your hard work mods! @somevariationofgay

FOUND! No Drug Like Me by Justkeeptrekkin (E, 32k, XiYao, Modern AU, Hospital, They're all doctors and nurses, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Fluff)

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17. hii, I hope you're doing well, I'm looking for fic whose description was smth like "yuan watches some man try take away his xian-gege" it isn't accurate, and I think it's a humorous fic from a-yuan's pov where lwj is around wwx and yuan is annoyed. Thank u for ur work!!! @mercurygirlwt28

FOUND! as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Found Family, Food Issues, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, sizhui pov, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff) lmao I found it myself. thank you sm for ur time!!!!!

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18. Hi I’m looking for a fic where Wei Ying wears Gusu Lan robes and no one recognizes him?

I think (and don’t quote me lol) that it is after the temple scenes and he lives in Gusu land now. @kyuubikuroba

FOUND? Wei Wuxian is Definitely Not Possessed by CursedBlessing (T, 20k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Misunderstandings, Is it exorcism if there's nothing to exorcise?, General Dumbassery, Humor) maybe chapter 3 of this one? Some people recognize wwx but some don't

FOUND? How Odd by bedheadrat (M, 35k, WIP, Case Fic, Fluff and Smut, BAMF WWX, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Rich LWJ, Genius WWX, Separation, Anxiety, Evil Plans, Touch-Starved, LWJ 's white robes kink, Attempted Kidnapping, Attempted Seduction, Misunderstandings, Not Cheating, Threats, Vandalism, Stealing, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon)

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19. hello! i am looking for a fic, if you don’t mind helping me ☺️

i believe in the fic wwx and lwj used to know each other well (or were together? i cant remember), and wwx came back to lwj’s life with baby sizhui. the baby is also lwj’s i think? but lwj didnt know prior to wwx’s return. the fic is set in modern times, so lwj is a rich boss running a company and wants to provide wwx and baby sizhui everything they need. theres this one scene where lwj gets overwhelmed about the whole situation, so he starts making lists: schools for sizhui, putting wwx on lwj’s uber plan, etc etc.

i’ve been looking for this fic for a very long time but my hands still come up empty. thank you very much!

FOUND? Family Pictures (Or: “Mark Rothko is very, very dead, Wei Ying.”) by belleweather (M, 37k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Post Mpreg, Modern AU, Cindarella Story, Mistaken Identity, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, art conservator lwj, idiot WWX, (he gets better slowly), shockingly little actual sex omg what happened to me, fake/mistaken cheating, no actual infidelity)

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20. Hey, I'm losing my mind looking for this fic where wy fall in love with 3 different people he meets(like gamer id, chat id, irl id) but they're all lwj.

Any idea which fic this is? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

#20 it's not duo with you.

Actually I'm currently reading duo with you and that's is when i remembered about the 3 identity fic i can't find.

Duo with you is very nice to read, thanks

NOT FOUND! The Best Gift by Lan_Wangjoe (E, 45k, wangxian, Modern, Mistaken Identity, Miscommunication, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Dorks in Love, Nice LQR, Meet the Family, Nerdiness, Science Boyfriends, Science Experiments, Fake Science, Science Husbands, Geeks, Work Contains Fan(s) or Fandom(s), Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Adopted Children, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Marriage, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Stupidity, Himbo LXC, Lan Himbos, Lán Family Feels, Making fun of the Lan's again, Everyone Is Alive, Everyone Thinks They're Together, Good Parents JFM & YZY, Genius WWX) Wwx is a "true genius" that was obsessed with books written by lqr. He's fav character is hgj, online frenemy is lwj, and irl genius rival is lz

NOT FOUND! Duo With You by Nyatci (T, 48k, wangxian, JFM/YZY, JYL/JZX, modern, College/University, , Gamers WàngXiànCasual Gaming, enemies to lovers (sorta), Secret Identity vibes, they play league of legends, Kinda Crack but treated very seriously, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Comedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Abusive Jiāng Family, Eventual Happy Ending, Ga(y)mers WangXian, now with fanart, WIP)

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#wangxian #wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic finder #the untamed #long post #mdzs

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nerdanelschildren · 7 months

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A White Fire Within

(based on this post, because my brain would not let me rest)

Maedhros had lost track of how long he hung on Thangorodrim. It could have been days, weeks, months... he would not know. He knew nothing anymore except the sharp agonizing pain in his arm and the ache of hunger and thirst. With each passing moment, he wondered how many more moments like this he would have to endure before the darkness took him.

And then he felt something else. Something new. A presence near him, in front of him, watching him. It did not feel like Morgoth. It had less cruelty than that, less desire to see him suffer. It had more of a commonality, like a kindred spirit of some kind.

Maedhros blinked in surprise as he realized it felt fatherly.

The spirit floated in front of him, burning like a white fire. It had no distinct shape, but he knew who it had to be.

"A-atar?" he said. Or rather, tried to say. His throat was too parched for words.

Nelyafinwë, his father's voice answered in his mind. This is not over yet. You are not allowed to give up.

What do you want from me? Maedhros thought then. He directed this thought more specifically toward Fëanor. Although he had never used osanwë with a ghost before, he decided it was probably a similar concept.

I want you to live, said Fëanor. I want you to exact vengeance on he who has wronged us. I want you to persevere, and lead my armies - your armies now, since I am dead - against Morgoth Bauglir the Dark Vala, and I want you to keep going until he has surrendered that which he stole from us. But you knew this already, Nelyafinwë.

Maedhros groaned. Atar, look at me. How can I do any of that from here? It's over already. I lost.

If you give up, then yes, you have, Fëanor said.

Maedhros was quiet for a long time. He tried coming up with a response to that, and he could not think of anything, so he just closed his eyes and tried his hardest to ignore his situation. The fact that his father's ghost seemed to have shown up just to criticize him at his lowest point just felt like adding insult to injury, and he did not want to face it at the moment.

His body spasmed in pain and he flinched involuntarily. Then he sighed.

Atar... I am dying, he said. I can feel it. This is more than just despair, this is... I have been too badly injured and I have gotten no relief. I am beyond hunger. I cannot speak for thirst. I do not know how much longer I can carry on like this. After a moment, he added, I am sorry.

To his surprise, when Fëanor's voice returned, it sounded softer.

I know, Fëanor said. I am trying to offer you what small relief I can.

Maedhros blinked, in confusion this time. ... What?

I am nothing but a fragment of a fëa now, Fëanor explained. I refuse the call to Mandos, for I will not be held imprisoned behind cold walls while my sons carry on the war against our enemy. Still, I would rather not float around Beleriand as a useless spectral flame, and I would rather not see my eldest son die, not when he has so much potential yet to fulfill. Not when a part of my spirit may energize him again. Give him the strength he needs to hold out.

It took Maedhros a while to comprehend what his father was suggesting, but once he did, he stared.

You want to fuse your spirit with mine?

It would save your life, Fëanor answered.

But... What was he going to say? "But that's never been done before?" Creating the Silmarils had never been done before either. "But you might cease to exist?" Fëanor was already dead, and if he truly refused the call of Mandos as he said he did, this remnant of him would fade out of the world eventually.

Why? Maedhros asked finally.

Because you are my son, Fëanor answered. He sounded confused about why that was a question.

Years earlier, Maedhros would probably have looked for some kind of ulterior motive. Only minutes earlier, Maedhros would have argued that there was no point, since he was still chained to Thangorodrim and unlikely to free himself, and his brothers unlikely to be able to rescue him. But in that moment, Maedhros realized that he had been aching to hear exactly this: that Fëanor cared about him simply because he was Fëanor's son. In that moment, Maedhros suddenly wanted nothing more than to embrace his father and ignore everything else in the world.

Oh Eru, he had been so alone for so long.

Alright, he said through their osanwë link. What have I got to lose?

#fanfic #silmarillion #maedhros #feanor #pain tw #chains tw #not sure what else to tag #my posts

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imagonista · 4 months

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ANOTHER using songs from musicals to describe characters from M.O.T.H, multiple songs edition, so this brain dump will be longer than usual. Read if you dare.

"No One Mourns the Wicked" from Wicked - basically all of Manas when Mazzul dies. Just the sections when everyone is talking about how glad they are the witch is dead and how, well, "no one mourns the wicked," not when Glinda is explaining the circumstances of the Wicked Witch's birth.

One section of "No Good Dead" from Wicked ("Nessa....Dr. Dillamond....Fiyero...FIYERO!!!!!!); was relistening to the betrayal episode, the part right after Mirrin passes out and Zed is just...having a mini breakdown, and just starts calling out names, including Y'narri's, and my brain made the connection. Just the pure anguish of failure to help those important to you.

"Something to Believe In" from Newsies - I feel that this song definitely fits Makkaro and Gienne's relationship, just, minus the part that Makkaro is killing people. But the idea of the two of discussing that it was under strange circumstances that they fell in love considering their different statuses, as well as how even if something happens to either of of them, and how they both give eachother something to believe in.

"And if I'm gone tomorrow,

What was ours, still will be!

I have something to believe in,

Knowing you believed in me!

I have something to believe in,

Now I know that you believed in me!"

Note that protesting about newsie wages is MUCH different than murdering people to form a new society. Also Makkaro would NOT be a tenor.

Not any song in particular, but just Makkaro's character is fairly similar to Sweeney Todd; regular men who fell in love with a woman, and then the corrupted government unjustly imprison them and send them away, and once they return/break free, they go on a murder spree. Just take some lyrics from the opening number:

"Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned

Like a perfect machine, he planned

Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,

Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle"

"He served a dark and a vengeful god

(He served a dark an a vengeful god)"

"Dead Girl Walking Reprise" from Heathers - This could possibly be Gienne when she finally realizes that Makkaro's plan is not the solution she wants for the cruelty done by her family. Mostly the first half of the song, since in the second half, that would imply that Makkaro would try to kill Gienne (though, considering the experiments and the circumstances that made him a necromancer, it *could* happen, but I'm not sure).

Specifically these lyrics:

"I wanted someone strong who could protect me,

I let his anger fester and infect me.

His solution is a lie,

No one here deserves to die,

Except for me and the monster I created!"

Though the part when Veronica sings

"I wish we met before they convinced you life is war"

which is in the second half of the song also feels like it would fit Gienne talking to/about Makkaro (and yes, I'm aware that they knew eachother before Makkaro was imprisoned, but the idea of wishing to have stopped the pain someone went through that caused their murderous intentions probably remains) (also, JD in the musical is not as abusive to Veronica as he is in the movie; and it's genuinely sad when he sacrifices himself because he knows he's a lost cause)

"Home" from Beetlejuice - I definitely see this with Zed; it's a song about being lost without a loved one (who died) and how they have no home without them. In the musical it's Lydia's mom, for Zed it would be his sister Y'narri. Though only the first two thirds of the song, since the final third of the song goes from hopelessness to hope, and unless Zed gets at least a semi-happy ending when the series ends, I don't think it would fit. Also also, the song is set in a dimension where the dead are, which is why Lydia is trying to call for her mom. For Zed, this probably wouldn't be the case; connecting him with this song is for more emotional reasons than actual circumstances.

Lyric examples:

"You left, but I'm still standing,

Spinning on this infinite road,

Terrified of letting you go,

No light above and there's no hope below,

And I don't know which way is home.

(Sis) I got my heart in my hand,

Speak to me and I'll understand!

One little word to know I'm not alone,

And show me the way back home."

And

"The nothingness ahead of me,

Is this the end you meant for me?

Every living minute,

There's no home without you in it.

I'm falling!

Quit stalling!

Your (brother) is calling your name!

I've burnt all my bridges again!

"Not One of Us" from The Lion King 2 (yes I enjoyed this movie and the music from this movie, sue me). Basically all of Manas to the Mistwood siblings after Mazzul's death; hatred of the offspring/kin of an evil corrupted ruler. Only difference is in the song, they say "let him run, let him live, but do not forget what we cannot forgive!", and based on what happened to Y'narri, people are NOT willing to let the Mistwood siblings live.

"Made of Stone" from Hunchback of Notre Dame (the staged musical). Just a full song of self-blaming and self-regret. How everything he does just ends in disaster, so he just gives up. Okay, Zed doesn't give up like Quasimodo does, but I interpret he'd at least be in that hopeless mindset.

Okay, and that's all from my musical brain-dump. Hopefully, for everyone's sake, this will be the last one for a while.

#magic of the heart #good boy audios #magic of the heart spoilers #musicals

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zahri-melitor · 8 months

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I then proceeded to look up Rick Flag on Wikipedia for further character history and uhhhhhh

After his death, Flag appeared in an issue of Captain Atom, where his soul was saved from an eternity in Purgatory and reunited with Karin in Paradise. His Purgatory self also appears in the Day of Judgement, limited series. Along with other Purgatory bound souls, he battles heavenly agents on the behalf of a still living superhero team. As stated in issue five of the series, his rebellious actions earned him another after-life chance.

All pretty normal so far, this is pretty standard shenanigans for a dead character during the 90s.

One Year Later in Checkmate (vol. 2) #6, Rick Flag is revealed to be alive and is rescued from a secret Quraci prison by the Bronze Tiger. He had been imprisoned there for four years until Amanda Waller discovered him and alerted the Tiger to his whereabouts. Rick was later revealed to be leading a clandestine Suicide Squad unit at the behest of Amanda Waller, and against the expressed mandate of the Checkmate organization.

…well timeline wise at least 4 years is consistent with other readings on the passage of time in DC. This is gonna be some Superboy Prime nonsense isn’t it? Also typical Waller move.

Bob Greenberger, who co-created the Suicide Squad alongside John Ostrander, has publicly objected to the resurrection of Rick Flag. According to Greg Rucka, Rick Flag's subsequent re-appearance had nothing to do with Infinite Crisis, and John Ostrander has stated that he knew how Rick Flag could survive the explosion at Jotunheim when he first wrote it.

NOT SUPERBOY PRIME????

Rucka. Rucka I love you but how did you and Ostrander figure out how to get Rick Flag out of standing immediately next to an atomic bomb as it went off?

As seen in Suicide Squad: Raise the Flag #2, Rustam used his Scimitar to teleport both Rick Flag and himself to Skartaris.

OH COME ONNNNNN

Though admittedly I can’t not laugh at the idea of escaping an old USSR bomb by travelling to Skartaris. Mariah Romanova would approve.

In Raise the Flag #5, General Wade Eiling admits that Rick Flag Jr. is not actually the son of Rick Flag Sr., but is a soldier named Anthony Miller who was brainwashed by Eiling into believing he was Flag's son.

*pinches nose* was this necessary?

Miller's conditioning means that Eiling still has control of him, and uses him as part of his takeover of the Suicide Squad. Forced to activate an explosive implant in Amanda Waller's brain, Miller breaks free from his mind control enough to activate Eiling's implant instead, leaving him helpless enough to be captured. Confronted with the possibility to give up his presumed identity and return home, Miller decides that the Suicide Squad needs a Rick Flag, and refuses the offer.

… comics, man. This is the most OH MY GOD COMICS thing I’ve read this week.

Why does this plot exist. Who thought teleporting out from a nuclear explosion into Skartaris was a good idea. How did Rick Flag end up BACK in that Quraci prison? Did he and Rustam share a classic Skartaris sword fight that ended up in Rustam’s favour?

According to Raza he [Rustam] was a US covert operative in Qurac who was apparently betrayed by the United States, a situation which led to the deaths of his entire family.

FFS!

All of these wild shenanigans are going on in comics written in 2007, might I add. You don’t even have the excuse over the start of the Iraq war - that was 2003, four years prior!!!

#z canon read throughs #what on earth #Rucka. Ostrander. What were you DOING HERE

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Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe) "A Gem formerly of Blue Diamond's court with water-manipulating powers that was once poofed by Bismuth during The Rebellion. Homeworld mistook her for a Crysal Gem and trapped her in a mirror to interrogate her, but they left her behind as they fled Earth, and her gem was cracked, which is basically the gem equivalent of brain damage. After being trapped alone in the mirror for thousands of years, she was freed by Steven and stole the world’s oceans to try to get home. When she got back, she was forced to return as an informant for Homeworld and locked up for withholding information to protect Steven; Steven tried to convince her to come with him, but she was too scared to join him. To save him, she fuses with Jasper into Malachite and forces them into the sea, keeping both of them imprisoned alone at the bottom of the ocean and constantly fighting each other. Even after she is freed from Malachite, she pushes others away due to her trauma and anger. For example, when she learns the Diamonds are waging war on Earth, she flees to the Moon with the barn she and Peridot lived in (emotionally wrecking Peridot, as she’d lost her closest companion and all mementos of their relationship), and runs away even further when she thinks the Diamonds are drawing near."

Ophelia (Hamlet) "Look i hate takes that make her entire arc about unrequited romantic love because there was WAY more going on but. i do think it revolved around the loss of her support system and connections and she has v similar vibes to s4 martin in my mind so. Ye."

#lonely poll #the magnus archives #the lonely #poll #steven universe #hamlet #shakespeare

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 3 / THE CALM BEFORE

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Boba Fett x f!reader 9.5k words War is trying to break out, the search for re-enforments is happening, but the dinner wasn't the only place were the main course was Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Some slight degradation, drinking alcohol, slight choking, oral (M) receiving, face fucking, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, we got a lot of praise in here too Mando'a translations: Kaysh mirsh solus - He's an idiot mesh'la - beautiful di'kutla - useless/stupid/worthless cyar'ika - sweetheart/darling copaanir gar chur ni - want you under me alor - leader/boss (also means chief, officer, constable but for context of this story it's only the other two)

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You didn't mean to have a nap waiting for people to return, but unfortunately you did. Naps usually gave you headaches if you fell asleep without actually being tired, so you prayed this wouldn't be the case today.

That almost confirms it to you that you need either a hobby or a way to visit Mos Espa easier and spend some time outside the Palace to entertain yourself between shifts.

Are they back yet? You wonder to yourself. Walking out your door and wandering down the corridor to try to hear if anyone was around, focusing hard. Then there it was, the slam of a cell door and Fennec's voice in the distance say ''have fun in there.''

Did they bring back a prisoner? But why? Who would they need to imprison here?

Could it be the mayor? Would they really arrest the mayor?

Does Fett even have the right to arrest people?

Now you were debating whether you should have left your room or not, unknowing if there was a possible dangerous prisoner in the Palace now.

You take a deep breath in, go to turn to leave back to your room when you hear someone coming out a door at the end of the corridor, muttering ''kaysh mirsh solus'' quietly to themselves. Then you see Lord Fett appear out of the door, with a hand resting on his head.

His head shots up and turns to you as your boots squeak on the floor after your body halted, echoing down the corridor. His helmet is back on, meaning you're unaware of how his face was expressed, not knowing if he is annoyed you're there or not.

It felt odd now knowing what he looked like under that helmet, how he actually looks, that your brain couldn't connect them being the same person.

You open your mouth to apologise for seeming to be nosey before he speaks first. ''Hello again, mesh'la'' coming towards you.

''How did your meeting with the mayor go, sir?'' You ask, ignoring your nervousness of him walking towards you.

A small scoff comes from under his helmet as he says ''never had one, he has already gone to hide with the Pykes. We've got his di'kutla majordomo locked up, probably won't be much use though.''

At least you didn't need to ask many of your earlier questions since he has just answered them for you. ''Can you do that? You know, since he is the mayor's mayjordomo'' you ask.

Fett is now in front of you, the helmet making you feel so small. ''Are you questioning my authority, little one?'' There's an annoyance in his voice, your body tenses up out of embarrassment.

''N-no sir, not at all, I-I just wasn't sure how it all worked. I'm sorry-''

Before you can carry on his fingers are resting on your chin as he presses on your lips with his thumb, shutting you up. ''Need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours, before you say something dumb'' his voice is so low now.

There was no way in telling if he was annoyed at you or not. Not knowing if you had insulted him or if he was just teasing you. Regardless you let out a heavy breath through your nose, melting under him from his touch, staring directly into the black visor.

''Seeing as I am Daimyo, I can do whatever I please if it goes against my rule. My rule being respect, and the mayor clearly has little respect for me. So I can imprison his mayjordomo to state a point to him. Do I need to explain myself further to you, or can your silly little brain take all that information in?''

Legs pressing together before you can force them not to, the slight degrading from him made your pussy clench around nothing. You nod, unable to speak as his thumb is still pressed against your lips.

He is just staring at you, you want to know what he is thinking, as you know he saw your legs press together. Wanting to know if he would ever do anything to your reactions, if he would give you want he knew you wanted.

The thumb leaves your lips, he then spins your bodies so you're facing the empty corridor towards the kitchen, with your back against his chest. His hand places on your neck, adding a slight pressure and cutting off air as his cold helmet rests next to your ear.

''Be a good girl and go do your shift, before I decide to not accept your apology.''

When his hand leaves your neck your legs move quickly to the kitchen, not daring to look back. You can hear his feet behind you, a bit of fear creeping in wondering where he was going, but then you hear him ascend the steps into the throne room.

How had you gone from your encounter with him last night where he was calling you 'eager' and clearly trying to turn you on, to you being an idiot and insulting him, but yet he was still slightly teasing you.

Maker this shift was going to be tough, your pussy was begging for attention. At least your headache didn’t stay.

****

You'd managed to not see Lord Fett for about two days, scared to see him out of fear of embarrassment from insulting him.

As you emerged from the kitchen from cleaning the Mods lunch dishes you see Fennec come down the corridor, heading towards the throne room. ''Haven't seen you in a few days, everything okay?'' Fennec asked with a warm smile on her face.

''Oh yeah, I guess... I'm not sure'' you reply coming towards her. She gave you a puzzled look, stopping her walk as you reach her. ''Did something happen?''

''I don't know, the other day when you brought in the mayors majordomo I bumped into Lord Fett and he told me about the arrest. I asked if he could do that as I don't really understand the politics on this planet, but I think he thought I was questioning his role and insulted him'' you answered.

Fennec stood there and took in your answer for a minute, then responded ''that man is something I'll tell you that, I'm sure he knows you never meant it in a disrespectful way. He likes loyalty, a lot, so when someone questions pretty much anything he does he doesn't respond in the best way.''

''I did try to apologise, but he kind of... stopped me'' you say and her puzzled look returns.

''Have you not spoken to him since?''

Shaking your head no, ''hence why you haven't seen me.''

''Well, I'm currently on my way up to speak to him now, do you want me to mention it to him?'' She asks, and you give it a wonder.

Her asking would make it easier for you as it was one less thing for you to worry over, but you felt it seemed weird for her to bring it up to him and not you. ''Maybe, but can you not say I spoke to you, l-like maybe just say you haven't seen me around recently or something. I don't want anything to feel.. weird.''

She nods, gives your arm a stoke and heads up towards Fett's quarters.

You felt like some weight has been lifted off your chest as you head towards your room. Thankful that Fennec has offered to clear this kind of, obviously she doesn't know that he did 'technically' accept your apology as you went to your shift that night like he told you to. Giving you that small praise beforehand.

Suddenly Drash passes the end of the corridor with her speeders keys in her hand. She spots you and says ''hi'' with a small smile on her face.

''Hey, you off to patrol again?'' You ask. The Mods have been patrolling Mos Espa recently, trying to spot any Pyke activity and trying to find the mayor. ''Not today, I was just going into town to grab some bits'' she responds. Her voice was so pretty to listen to, she had this accent that stood out so much and it was so nice to hear.

''Mind if I come with? I've been trying to figure a way to travel out of the Palace'' you ask.

She nods and gestures to follow her. When you reach the garage she hands you a pair of goggles to protect your eyes from any sand that would get into them when you zoom over the sea. You get onto the back of her speeder bike, and her hands grab yours to place them around her waist.

''Hold on'' she says before you head out the Palace.

The bike was faster than you anticipated, you weren't used to this type of transport. However it was smooth, you assume Drash and the other Mods probably modify their bikes as it would make sense, especially since they were decorated too. They probably held so much pride in their bikes.

The whole journey you keep your mouth tucked into your top to avoid sand getting into it, but your eyes are just wandering, taking in the views.

Mos Espa came into view, it felt to weird coming back here. It had been almost two weeks since you were last here, and this place felt like a stranger to you now. You wonder how much has changed, or if anything had changed at all.

''Anywhere you practically want to go?'' Drash asks as you slow down on the edge of town, pulling her goggles off her head.

''Just the markets really, but I'd like to visit the Sanctuary for a little and see Garsa'' you answer. Your stomach begins to bubble, excited to see her again.

As you're slowly driving through Mos Espa you lifted your goggles over your eyes and clipped them to the top of your pants

Drash parks up in front of the Sanctuary, meaning you were going there first. As you got off the bike you just stared at the building, wanting to know how different everything would be, wondering if anyone missed you.

You entered alone, Drash declining to come with you and staying with her bike. Everything was the same here, Max and the band was playing, droids carried drinks on their trays, your old co-workers working hard.

As you head towards the bar to ask for a drink you hear your name called from that same beautiful voice that was your ex-boss. You turn around and give her a big smile, she rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug.

''Oh my, it's so lovely to see you, how are you my dear?'' Garsa asks, your arms wrapping around her. ''I'm good, how are you?''

''Doing better seeing you'' she says pulling back, her hands resting on your arms, that smile still plastered on her face.

''I missed you, I miss it here to be honest'' you say. Her smiles drops a little and her gaze changes as she asks ''are they not treating you well there? Is everything okay?''

You give her a reassuring smile and shake your head, ''no, no, that's not the case at all. I actually enjoy it there, I just miss working with others and speaking with you.'' A sigh of relief leaves her, her smiles reappears.

She heads over to the bar and gets a drink sorted for you both, then the pair of you head into the back to her office. You take a moment to look at what she is wearing, she was wearing this beautiful white dress that showed off her breasts, with white fabric wrapped around her head tails. She looked absolutely stunning.

Not that she didn't always, but it was also a rare sight for her to have her chest out. You wonder what made her feel more confident than usual.

''So, any interesting gossip?'' She asks with a smirk on her face as you both sit at her desk.

''Well, Mistress Shand doesn't seem to have a partner as there is no one she spends her time with'' you inform her and the smirk grows as she picks up her drink, ''however I can't tell if Lord Fett has an interest in me though.''

Garsa stops sipping her drink and turns to you with wide eyes, ''seriously? Please, do tell.''

You giggle at her interest, deciding to finally tell her all your encounters with Fett. Starting with the party incident to what happened earlier with Fennec. Garsa starts to understand why you were so quiet after the party, which makes you feel less guilty about her feeling bad. She seemed to agree that Fett clearly had some interest, but seemed concerned he may just be leading you on for his own entertainment, almost like you worried he was.

She also did warn you to be careful, because not only was he your boss, but also the Daimyo and an ex-bounty hunter. She seemed worried that he might screw you over, and didn't want him to hurt you by abusing his power.

It was something you needed to take into consideration if he was truly into you.

After a little while you inform her you probably should go as Drash was waiting outside, which then she suggested that she could leave her bike round the side and it would be safe here. So before you left you told Drash this and she agreed, seeing as it would be easier for her then parking it outside the markets.

''Well, I hope you have a lovely shopping day, and if I don't see you later before you head back to the Palace, then I hope everything continues to go well. I'm still so proud of you, and I hope you come to visit again soon'' Garsa says with that warm, beautiful smile on her face.

You give her another hug before departing with Drash and searching the stalls together.

The air is full of the smells of different fruits, some catching your interests and wanting to try some. You had never really bought any of them before due to not wanting to waste money, but since you didn't need to pay for your meals anymore thanks to living at the Palace why not treat yourself.

Drash is looking at a table full of necklaces holding silver trophies on them, she picks one up to show you and you examine it. It was short and had a small cone shape hanging off it. ''It would suit you'' she said quietly, her hands running back over the necklaces, finding one for herself.

You held it between your fingers, it was pretty, but would you ever need to wear it? You hadn't had a need for these types of accessories for years, maybe it was worth treating yourself more today?

So you decide to buy it, while Drash herself buys a few leather bracelets and silver rings, picking some up for the other Mods too.

It had been so long since you last looked at the stalls here, it was before Fett and Fennec arrived, as you were overworking at the Sanctuary out of fear of war kicking off. You were trying to hide there almost, it was your safest place.

Yet now you knew there was something happening with the Pykes, unsure if it would be war, and here you where. Wandering around the markets, outside the safe Palace.

Well, you knew it wasn't that safe now since the attack the other night.

''What do you think?'' Drash asks you snapping you out your thoughts, holding a black corset style top. It fitted her style so you encouraged her to get it.

It was odd how quickly you two seemed to be bonding, glad to be making some kind of friend in the Palace. Someone close to your own age too.

Time passed before you knew it and the twin suns had set.

You knew you needed to get back soon as your shift was in the next hour, so you both headed back to her bike at the Sanctuary.

As you turn the last corner you see Krrsantan standing there, facing the door of the Sanctuary, someone stood in front of him.

Your feet stilled, you were aware Fennec and Fett had freed him and at the end of the day he was just being ordered what to do, but you felt uneasy. Knowing he was just wandering free, no consequences to what happened.

But why was he here? Had he been inside the Sanctuary?

Also, who was he talking to?

Drash was still walking, clearly with no worry of the Wookie. You were still stuck in your position just watching, as she got closer you hear her say ''evening Mighty Daimyo.''

What? Fett was here?

So you finally picked up your feet and followed after her, and here he was. His helmet under his arm, clearly discussing something with Krrsantan.

''Evening ladies'' he says, his eyes moving from Drash to you as his mouth turns up in the corner into a smirk as he says directly at you ''don't you have a shift to get to?''

Once again embarrassment crawled through you. This was the first time in a few days you had seen him, and this was how he was going to act?

Again though, was it teasing or annoyance?

''We were about to head back to the Palace now sir, my bike is being stored here thanks to Madam Garsa'' Drash informed him. She then hurried off to grab her bike, so you go to follow her until your arm is in his hand, stopping you.

''I'm having a dinner meeting tonight with the other families, so I apologise in advance for the amount of dishes you'll have to deal with'' his voice is low, it brings you back down to calm, almost forgetting what happened the other day.

You just nod, trying to pull your arm away yet he doesn't let go.

''Also I wish for you to know I did accept your apology the other day, after all you did go do as you were told'' there was a look in his eye you'd not seen yet. Unsure how to describe it.

''Thank you sir'' you reply, was thanking him the right way to accept his statement? This man made it so difficult for you to speak and answer him.

He let go of your arm to turn back to the Wookie so you head into the Sanctuary to say goodbye to Garsa when you see some commotion had gone down. There was a Trandoshan laying on the ground, he was missing an arm, whilst people either helped him or stared.

Garsa had her back to you, speaking to the other Trandoshan's, ''I am deeply sorry for what happened, please know your drinks are on the house tonight.''

What happened here?

She turned around and you saw the tiredness on her face. ''Hi, I just ran in to say bye and everything, but I take it now's a bad time'' you say to her, your eyes not daring to look back at the commotion.

''You just managed to miss it. Krrsantan had a few too many drinks and deemed that man his target'' she answers in sigh, ''thankfully due to their species his arm should grow back soon.'' Krrsantan did this? He pulled that persons arm off?!

''Are you okay? Do you need any help?'' You can only imagine how traumatic that must have been to watch, and knowing she will be flooded with questions from customers all night, you just know she will get zero rest.

Her hands rise up and she says ''no, don't worry about it child. Please go home, enjoy the rest of your day, don't let this ruin your time.'' You missed this, her caring attitude. You wish you could hear it everyday.

Outside you can hear Drash pull up on her bike, meaning you had to head home.

Home? It still weird odd to refer to the Palace as your home now.

''Go, everything will be fine. I appreciate your visit today, and I hope you visit again soon, or vice versa'' she gives you that familiar warm smile.

You smile back to her and say ''I will, please take care.''

And with that it's back to normal, you on the back of Drash's speeder heading to the Palace, mentally preparing yourself for this dinner tonight.

You try to figure out how many families there would be, and how many bodyguards they'd most likely bring with them. Praying that it won't be too overwhelming as you were already tired from your day out with Drash.

Once you reach your quarters you change out your clothes, putting on the same green dress you wore for the party, adding your new necklace from today too. Even though you would be in the kitchen you decided to look at least a bit nice considering there were guests here.

Plus, it couldn't hurt if you came across Lord Fett whilst looking good. You felt so relieved that the incident with him seemed to be fixed, and that he was 'back to normal' with you.

A small smile is plastered on your face, you're so glad you got to spend the day out today. It made you feel more relaxed knowing Garsa was doing well and getting to speak to someone about the events that have happened, and her giving zero judgement.

Before you left you grabbed one of the small fruits you bought today to eat, it had a hard shell with a soft inside, it was quite sweet. Nothing really special, but you were happy you got to finally try some of them.

You're fixing your hair as you head towards the kitchen when you overhear Fennec talking to someone outside the throne room.

''Look, I understand your deal with the Trandoshan's, I get your anger. However doing it inside her building reflects poorly on us'' you hear her say. The were a few roars in response which indicates she was talking to Krrsantan about his earlier events.

''I get that, and honestly couldn't care less that you did it, but I'm trying to keep it peaceful with her'' Fennec says clearly understanding Wookie.

Keep it peaceful with her? Was she referring to Garsa?

He gives some response that you don't understand as you can't speak Wookie, then Fennec says ''no, it's got nothing to do with business deals. I have an interest of sorts with her, and don't want her to think badly of me.''

A smile tries to come onto your lips, did Fennec have an interest in Garsa? Trying to figure out what you were listening to fully.

You then hear them both head back into the throne room, and so you wait a couple of minutes before you continue your walk to the kitchen. The smell of food was already in the air, meaning the dinner was about to start.

It seemed to go well, there was one point you heard some kind of rumble and the plates shake on the table. Your guess was Fett threaten them with the rancor since the table seemed to be on top of the pit.

There had been no yelling or clear signs of disagreement which you hoped was a good sign for them.

Luckily for you it wasn't too bad with the dishes, the Mods had been worse on some days.

Unfortunately though it was getting late, you don't think you'd worked this late here yet, and you were still tired from your day out.

You let out a yawn as you hang your apron up and wash your hands.

''Hey'' Fennec suddenly appears in the doorway, startling you, ''want a drink? Don't worry it's on the house obviously, just thought you might fancy one as you have been working hard tonight.''

''Sure'' you shrug, one drink couldn't hurt plus why not relax a bit after that mess?

You follow her into the throne room, there was no one actually working on the bar currently. Then you look around, no one else was in here, just the pair of you.

Fennec stood behind the bar and asked what you wanted, so you told her to surprise you, and maker did she. It was nice, but very strong, you almost gag on it after the first sip causing her to laugh at you.

''So, how was your trip out today?'' Fennec asked as she sipping her spotchka. ''Oh, it went well, I haven't been to the markets in a long time so it was nice going and not feeling scared to spend money'' you answer.

Stomach feeling warm out of appreciation of her asking, you hoped that one day you could be close with Fennec.

''Also, thank you for earlier, for speaking to Lord Fett for me'' you added, sipping your drink.

She shrugs and says ''it was no problem really. When I mentioned to him that I hadn't really seen you his response was just 'she needs to learn more about how everything works here' and tried to make it into this whole thing, but I told him to put himself into your perspective and I guess he took the hint.''

''He did bring it up earlier, how he had accepted my apology'' you replied. Your mind wandered off thinking about how if he wanted to he could teach you a lesson or two on how everything works here, not letting you out his sight until he did.

''But anyway'' Fennec says pulling your attention back to her, mentally slapping yourself for thinking about Fett in such inappropriate ways whilst talking to his closet friend, ''next time you wish to go into town just ask me, I need a break from here sometimes. Plus there's a few places I want to visit without Boba constantly over my shoulder.''

You were glad she brought it up, since you had wanted to mention it to her a few days ago. ''That would be great, I'd like that. Could even take you to the Sanctuary, since I could get us drinks cheaper'' you say.

She nods and adds quietly ''I've been meaning to find a reason to visit it actually.''

''What do you mean?'' You turn to her, rising your eyebrow.

''Just, you know'' she smiles to herself, ''just someone I wanna visit there.''

So you were right then? Was Fennec interested in Garsa like you earlier suspected?

You let out a little giggle, ''oh I see. Well I think there's someone there who wants you to visit'' you wink.

Fennec grabs her drink and takes a big chug of it, a smile still sitting on her face.

Could you do this? Setting up your old boss with one of your new bosses wasn't something you actually imagined doing, but you didn't mind helping if needed.

Out of all people Fennec could ask for help on Garsa you would be the best option.

The pair of you drink more, she complains about the Syndicates and the three families, whilst you listen and it goes over your head. She asks a bit about you, she said she already knew a decent amount about you. She knew you were from off another planet, so she asked what it was like there and why you left.

You explained to her how beautiful it was there, how it used to be so peaceful and how the community used to look out for each other. Then you told her how quickly it all changed, that once the Empire fell so did everything else. Telling her how a civil war broke out, your loved ones dying, and how unsafe it was.

This was the second ever time you had told someone what happened back home. Garsa had been the only person you had ever told.

''Oh, so that makes more sense now why you have some fighting skills'' she says, recalling when she attacked you as part of a test when you were moving in.

She promised you that you would be safe here with her and Fett, that they would protect you. She did also offer if you did ever want more training that she would help, but you declined her, you weren't really the fighting type.

It was strange, you didn't imagine she would be the supporting and comforting type, that under her assassin façade was a nice woman. A woman who clearly carried a lot of care.

Which did make sense since her job now was to protect Lord Fett and the people of Mos Espa, but still, it was a nice surpise.

''You know, I once walked in on Boba talking to himself in the mirror, practicing to introduce himself, but just in his underwear and his helmet on'' she laugh drinking her drink. You two had since moved from the depressing and oversharing drinking stage to finding everything funny stage.

You held your stomach as curled over from laughter. If you were sober you wouldn't be finding it this funny, but the alcohol in your system was convincing you this was the funniest thing you'd ever heard.

However at the same time the image of it seems so sexy, Fett wearing nothing but his helmet. Wondering if he would fuck you only wearing his helmet, causing you to readjust in your seat.

''What's so funny ladies?'' A voice emerges in the doorway.

''Just telling our friend here about you practising in your underwear and helmet'' Fennec says with a smirk on her face and her drink in her hand.

His feet get closer to the bar, you are yet to turn around so you don't know how close he is to you. ''Did you tell her about the time I found you asleep on the throne with your feet in the air and your head dangling off, nearly falling off it head first'' Fett's voice was right behind you as you giggle at the thought of Fennec sleeping in such a stupid position.

''Yours is more embarrassing'' she shrugs placing her now empty glass back down, ''but anyway, I'm going to turn in for the night, need to have a look through our contacts for re-enforcements in the morning.''

She stands up straight, completely unfazed from how much she drank, clearly able to handle her drink.

''Coming?'' She turns to you, offering her hand. You go to reply but someone else does for you ''don't worry about her, I'll take care of her and walk her back to her quarters. I want to have another word with the majordomo.''

Fennec nods, giving you a smile and then heading up the stairs to her room.

You're back to facing the bar, finishing the last of your drink. Then a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, your body is pulled back ever so slightly so your head is resting against his stomach.

He is still wearing his armour, it's cold against the back of your head, and your shoulders fall onto his soft but also tone stomach. You shut your eyes for a moment, maybe it was the alcohol but you felt so comfortable here.

''How did your meal go sir?'' You ask, focusing hard so your don't slur your words. His hands are stroking your shoulders as he replies ''I think it went well, don't think I can trust any of them with my proposal. I'd like to believe they won't betray me.''

Why would anyone dare betray him? Did they not fear him like you did?

Well, you still didn't exactly fear him. More you fear the idea of going against him.

''I wouldn't betray you'' you whisper, your mouth moving before your brain can fully catch up.

One of his hands move along to your chin, tilting your head back. Your skull was resting on his stomach, just under where the armour sat, looking directly up at him.

No helmet on.

His gaze was locked onto yours, ''I'd like to think so, princess.''

Princess?

Your cheeks instantly start burning, you move your head down as the hand that was on your chin twists the stool around, so that you were now facing him. His hand returning back to your face, but this time stroking your cheek.

''Oh don't get all shy on me now'' he smirks.

Now you take notice of how close he was to you, he was towering over you, almost caging you in.

His eyes are scanning over your body, ''were you trying to catch my attention again by wearing this?''

You give him a confused look, so he leaned down so he was level with your ear. His hot breath on your ear and he says in a low voice ''I would remember the dress you wore the first time I laid my eyes on you. How it hugged your body, how breath-taking you looked in it. Do you know how good your ass looks in it?''

A heavy breath leaves your lips as he carries on.

''You have no real need to be wearing this tonight since you were working. I reckon you were hoping, begging almost, that you would see me'' the hand from your shoulder moves onto your clothed thigh, ''so that I could see you in this. Is that right cyar'ika?''

''Maybe'' you whisper. Your underwear were soaking as your pussy was dying for attention, wishing the hand on your thigh would move higher up.

That same low chuckle leaves Fett as feel his smirk against your ear.

Slowly he rises back up, a look of desire in his eyes as his eyes meet yours. The hand from your cheek trails down to your hand, tugging you slightly.

''Let's get you to bed then'' Lord Fett says.

Oh, of course, he was just teasing you like always. Why would you expect much more than that?

You tighten your hand around his gloved one, he pulls you up but you stumble a bit. Forgetting how strong the drink Fennec made you was.

Thankfully Fett catches you, giving you a small smile and saying ''don't worry, I've got you little one.''

If he hadn't been holding you then you would've fell again, his words literally making your legs weak. You look up at him and say ''sorry sir.''

''It is no bother, I'll take care of you'' he says, giving you a moment to gain your footing before heading out the throne room.

Your eyes are locked onto where your hands are still joined, he was holding it with enough strength to help keep you steady but not too strong that he was crushing your hand.

This shouldn't be as attractive as you find it, but yet you're getting aroused by it. His hand in yours, such a unique feeling.

For some reason it surprised you that he knew the way to your quarters, your brain forgetting for a moment that he was your boss and is the one who probably assigned you to this room.

The Palace was quiet, no one was around currently, but that was to be expected considering the time.

Then your quarters come into sight, and you move your free hand to get your key card when you remember that you left it in your apron.

''Shit, sorry sir, my card is in the kitchen still'' you say as you reach your room.

He then looks at you, pulling out a card from one of his many pockets on his belt and opens your room. ''This is my Palace, I have access to every room'' he informs you.

Which made sense, why wouldn't he. Your dumb intoxicated brain wasn't thinking straight. Or was it your horny brain?

So you let go of his hand and manage to make it to your room with steady footing, turning around once you're in the doorway to face him again.

''T-thank you for walking me back'' you say, your brain daring to invite him in, wanting to see how he would take care of you exactly.

Lord Fett once again gets closer to you, like always placing his fingers under your chin to force you to stare into his eyes. You pray that this time he can read your mind, wish he would take you right now.

''Copaanir gar chur ni'' he mumbles, his eyes locking onto your lips.

''I don't- I have no clue what you're saying'' you reply quietly.

A smirk appears on his mouth as he says ''what if I just showed you instead then?'' You respond with a nod. He moves you further into your room and closes the door with his foot.

Then it happens, he uses the fingers on your chin to pull your face closer to his, pressing his lips against yours. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be in this moment.

His lips were rough, but also somewhat soft at the same time. There was a slight taste of wine on them, you weren't sure what kind, but it didn't really matter.

At the same time you move one of your hands to his shoulders as he moves the fingers off your chin to hold your cheek, his other hand resting on the bottom of your back.

He nibbles on your bottom lip, pulling you further into the kiss. You try to match his pattern, but he was hungry. Then his tongue appears, asking for permission to enter and you allow it.

You were melting.

But you wanted more, you needed more.

Before you can stop it a small moan is muffled between you both, causing his hand on your back to pull you closer to him. One of his knees nudge your legs, opening them a bit so your crotch was resting against his thigh.

Then he pulls away slowly, the hand on your cheek cradling your face whilst he says ''if you wish for me to stop, tell me now and we will never speak of this.''

So you bring your hand not on his shoulder up and move his from your cheek, resting his thumb on your lips. Luckily he clicks on to what you're suggesting and pushes his gloves thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and stare at him with desire.

''You want me to carry on?''

You nod and hum against his thumb.

Was this possibly a bad decision? Maybe, but right now you needed him in any way he would let you.

His mouth then attaches to your neck, leaving wet kisses along it, slightly biting sometimes too. This caused you to moan again against his thumb and you can feel smile on your neck.

Next his thumb is out your mouth and he his back to being level with your face, the way he was staring at you was soaking your underwear.

''So I was correct, you are eager then'' Fett smirks at you, ''but just how eager?'' So you decide to show him in the best way you could think of.

Moving back slightly to remove his thigh from your legs, and then you slowly lower yourself to your knees. Resting the palm of your hands on your thighs, rising your gaze back up to him.

Completely submitting to him.

A small groan leaves him as leans down and moves a few stray hairs out your face, ''oh, what a sight.''

All worry is flushed out your body, he clearly had an interest in you and he knew you very much did for him too.

''Are you gonna let me use you? Let me ruin your body in whatever way I please?''

Legs once again pressing together and you reply ''please sir, I want you.''

You knew that it was the alcohol giving you this false confidence, you couldn't imagine yourself actually saying what you really wanted. About how badly you wanted Lord Fett to ruin you, completely claim you as his own. Be his.

''Then you best start worshipping your alor, little one'' he states before rising back up, towering over you.

So you reach your hand out towards his growing bulge, and start to pull the zip down on his pants, a pair of grey underwear peaking through the black flight suit. Under your finger tips you can feel how badly he wanted you, so you start working quicker. You reach your hand in and grope his cock through his underwear, was this actually happening?

He then decides to remove his belt, you give him a hand unbuckling the section on his thigh and then pull your focus back to his growing cock. Now it was easier to gain access to him. So you fully open his pants, and drag his underwear down to release him.

Marker, he was thick!

Now you can feel your underwear are ruined, they were drenched, and yet your mouth was practically drooling for him.

You wrap your hand around him, your fingers just unable to reach each other. Precum leaking out of him, slowly running down and meeting your fingers.

''If it gets too much tap my thigh'' he informs you, giving you some ease.

Then you lean forward and take his tip between your lips, licking the precum off his dick. He was salty and musty, different to what you had ever tasted before, but you didn't hate it.

Tongue dancing around his tip, causing his hand to rest on your hair. You took this as encouragement and pushed the rest of his length into your mouth, taking him as far as you possibly could. Your lips were being almost being tickled by the black curly hairs at the base of his dick.

Your jaw had never been so stretched from someone's cock just resting on your tongue, it wasn't causing any pain, well yet anyway.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose and start to bob your head back and forth, sliding him against your lips.

''Such a talented mouth'' he praises you as his fingers tug on your hair slightly.

The praise almost causing you to lose focus, but you just kept moving your head and taking as much of him in your mouth as you could.

You couldn't get enough, the sensation of him in your mouth was such an unique feeling. The thickness giving you no space to breath in your own mouth, and yet you enjoyed that.

''Want to know how deep you can take me'' he mutters, ''show me.''

So you once again take a deep breath in and slowly take his full length. When he is at the back of your throat you can feel him pull tug on your hair harder, your moan muffled as it vibrated against his cock.

Never had you felt so turned on by giving someone else head before, it was new to you.

You swallow around his cock, taking him deeper into your throat and a small moan leaves his mouth.

Fuck, you wanted to hear him do that again. It was such a beautiful sound, enough for your pussy to grip around thin air.

''Hold still'' he says, his words so demanding but his voice so soft. The hand holding your hair tightens a bit and before you can react he then starts thrusting into your throat.

Trying to knock your gag reflex off, allowing your body to relax as he fucked your face.

''You look so pretty like this, with your mouth stuffed of my cock'' he tells you. You then dip your hand down between your thighs, and you may as well not have been wearing underwear anymore since they were that wet.

''That's right, touch yourself as I fuck your pretty mouth'' the grip on your hair loosening a bit.

So you do as he said and moved your underwear to the side, stroking between your soaking folds. Finding your clit with two fingers and start massaging it, whilst you allowed Lord Fett to claim your mouth.

You wish to remember this moment, the first time Fett kissed you and then fucked your mouth after.

His cock stiffens against your mouth as your moans vibrate along it, he lets out a deep groan and picks up his pace.

Tears start to fill your eyes and spit dripped down your chin, you had never felt so good before. It wasn't unbearable, feeling no need to stop as tears roll down your cheeks.

Your eyes dare to look at his, taking in his face through your half shut lids, to catch him staring right into yours. ''You enjoying this mesh'la? Enjoying your king take your mouth?''

Another muffled moan leaves you, slighting nodding in response to his question.

Your fingers are still playing with your clit, but you need more.

''Been dreaming of this, thinking of this mouth since the first time we met. I bet you've been thinking the same, probably touched yourself countless times. Don't worry, cyar'ika, from now I'll take care of it for you'' he says breathlessly.

Wishing you could answer him, but you don't wanna lose the feeling of his cock inside your mouth.

Whilst also wishing you could feel him inside your other hole, wanting his dick to fill you and be deep inside you. You imagine how much he would stretch you, how thick he would be to clench around.

Maker you needed his touch, needing him to pull you closer to your release whilst you help bring his own.

His thrusts get a quicker, causing you to choke on him a little, yet this just causes him to carry on. Above you he is mumbling curses under his breath, ''so good, such a good girl.''

Your eyes roll back before shutting, fuck you wanted him to make you cum.

The hand in your hair has tightened again as he thrusts move at a new pace, and you just allow your mouth to be abused by his cock.

''I'm gonna cum so deep in your throat princess, want you to swallow it all for me'' Fett says.

So you remove your fingers from your underwear and hold onto his thighs to brace yourself. He is fucking your mouth so uncontrollably that tears are flowing down your face, as you feel his cock stiffen up meaning he was very close.

He lets out a low moan, leaning back a little as warm salty liquid hits the back of your mouth, causing you to gag a bit, but the force on your head kept you in place.

You swallow all the cum in your mouth, then your tongue dances around the tip of his cock to carry out the last of his orgasm.

Slowly he withdraws himself from your mouth, and you let out a long breath. However missing the feeling of his cock sliding against your lips.

''You did so good for me'' he praises, stroking your head and moving your hair all out of your face as he carefully pushes it up to face him, ''now let me take care of you little one.''

He tucks himself back into his pants, then he places his hands under your arms and helps you up. You look at him, dazed still from him using your face, the taste of cum in your mouth.

Then he says ''go sit on the edge of the bed for me'' and you waste no time to obey him. Doing exactly as he said with shaky legs, him following just behind.

As you sit down he is already in front of you, parting your legs with him own, standing between them. He places his fingers on your chin as he leans down and places a kiss on your lips, defiantly able to taste himself on your lips, but it didn't seem to bother him.

His hands wander to your thighs, holding the end of your dress, pushing it higher up your thighs as he whispers against your lips ''lift'' and you do. Your dress is then slowly slid up your body.

Once it reaches your breasts he moves back and watches as he removes it from your body. As you were in a rush a bit earlier you didn't bother to find a bra so your tits were now free, right in front of him. You're now sitting in only your underwear in front of him, starting to now feel embarrassed.

Your arms go to cross over your chest before he protests, ''what are you hiding for? I want to see how perfect you look.''

So you lower your arms, allowing him to see you. Both of his hands move forward and squeeze them, his thumbs playing over your nipples, causing a quiet moan to escape you.

''Look at you, so good.''

He then leans down and pulls your nipple between his teeth, your head rolls back as you let out another quiet moan. One of his hands move down to your thighs, traveling up and stoking over your underwear.

''Cyar'ika, you really are eager. Do you want me to touch you?'' his eyes meet yours, ''want me to take care of you like I promised Fennec?''

You nod and close your eyes, but then a small smack hits your tit causing your eyes to fly open.

''I need to hear you say it, tell me what you want me to do babygirl.''

Babygirl, fuck that was a new one.

''Please touch me, take care of me. Make me cum for you Lord Fett.''

That same beautiful smirk appears as he pushes you onto your back, dragging your underwear off your legs, completely exposing you to him.

His hands trace along your body, taking you in.

''Maker, you are so perfect. I am going to ruin you one day'' he promises, and you hope he stays true to it.

You feel his hand rise up your thigh, heading towards your aching folds. Letting out a heavy breath as your body slightly shook in anticipation.

A finger traces through your folds, your body twitching in the process and you grab the sheet slightly. He lets out a low chuckle, then with two fingers starts to massage your clit. You let out a low moan, it had been too long since someone else's hands touched you like this.

''See I would edge and tease you, wanting to see how needy you are exactly, but you sucked my dick so good I think you deserve to be rewarded.''

You moan in response, then he slides one finger into your pussy.

Your back arches and he uses his other hand to push your hips back down to the bed. He is using his thumb to still massages your clit as he pumps you with his finger.

''Think you can take another one?'' He asks, and you nod.

His fingers were as thick as you imagined, he was already stretching your hole. Going deeper than your own fingers ever could, filling you in the way you wanted, in the way you needed.

However, if his fingers were this thick, you have no clue how you'd ever be able to handle his cock inside you.

He moves the hand off your hip and places it onto your breast, playing with the nipple between his fingers. Your eyes find his and your pussy clenches, the look in his eyes was enough to make you cum then and there. He was looking at you with such desire, like he really was admiring you.

Then you feel him move his fingers, ''want to know if you can take one more.''

You are about to protest, but he already pushes it in and even though it was tight and a little painful, you had never felt so good. Goosebumps cover your body, feeling overstimulated by one man.

His fingers curl, hitting that one spot impossible for you yourself to hit. Your breathing gets caught in your chest, maker you were close. If he carries on like this you'll be a mess under him in minutes.

''Is this good girl getting close is she?'' he asks in a teasing tone.

You nod and moan a bit louder than you had been. ''I want you to tell me when you're close'' Fett demands.

His hand moves to your other nipple, all the nervous in your body are standing up. The motion on your clit speeding up, pulling you closer and closer.

This feeling was something else. You had dreamt of him touching you, hell you'd masturbated over the idea of him touching you. And here you were. Just had your throat fucked and came in, then getting finger fucked to orgasm by him.

It felt like dream.

But then the pit in your stomach grew, reminding you this was in fact not a dream, and that you were so close to cumming for your boss.

Cumming in front of him, from his touch.

''I'm so close s-sir'' you whimper out.

His speed increases, your hands grip the sheets harder.

''Cum for me, cover my fingers princess'' he tells you, and that was it.

Your pussy clenches tight around him, your hips rise before he shoves them back down. Eyes shutting as darkness covers them, fireworks exploding behind your lids. You let out a loud moan and say his name.

He is still pulling and pushing his fingers inside you, however it's slower now, just working you through your orgasm.

The orgasm rushes through your whole body, cumming harder than you ever had before.

Then he slowly pulls his fingers from you, you let out a quiet whimper. Already missing the feeling.

You open your eyes and stare at him in a daze. Your mouth is completely dry, you throat tired, and your whole body exhausted.

Fett places one of his hands on the bed next to your head to balance himself and strokes your cheek with the other. ''You did so good for me'' he smiles before placing small kisses on your lips. Your heart skips a beat and your breathing halters from the praise as you press your lips against his.

After a little while he rises from you and tells you to stay there. You watch as he enters the fresher and hear water start to fill the bath. He then returns, taking his gloves and gauntlets off, and then helps you sit up.

Your legs are shaking a bit. If this is how your body is reacting to him just fingering you then maker knows what you would be like after he fucks you. Well if he ever fucked you. There was no point in getting ahead of yourself.

Without warning he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style into your fresher and placing you in the bath.

You had sobered up by this point, your brain only really catching up with you.

Fett then reaches and grabs a small towel and helps wipe the sweat off your face. It was such a soft gesture, like there was really a caring man under all that armour, more than just a powerful ruler.

''Was that all okay? With what just happened?'' he asked in such a soft voice you almost didn't recognise it.

Giving him a warm smile and replying ''yes, I enjoyed it.''

A look of relief waves across his face for a moment, like he was worried he took it too far. At the end of the day he would always have more power than you, and you think he was scared he overdid it.

''I'm glad then, now let's get you cleaned up.''

He wipes your face again, cleaning off the dried spit from your mouth and chin, and wiping around your eyes from the tears staining your cheeks. Just helping clean your body after he managed to dirty it.

After you were clean he grabbed a towel for you and gave you a hand out the bath. He hugged the towel around your shaking body, both from the sudden coolness and the adrenaline calming down from before.

Picking you back up again and carrying you to your bed, helping you dry your hair off a little on the towel before making sure you get into bed.

''Sleep well little one, don't worry about your shift in the morning, just rest'' Fett says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

''Thank you sir, have fun with the majordomo'' you say resting your head on the pillow.

He chuckles a little and shakes his head, ''oh mesh'la, that was a clear lie.''

Your face burns up realising that the was trying to get back here with you from the moment he entered the throne room. If you weren't suddenly so tired then you would've found this arousing.

''Oh, well... goodnight then Lord Fett.''

''Boba, you can call me Boba little one'' he says with a small smile on his face.

You smile back at him, ''okay, goodnight then Boba.''

''Goodnight cyar'ika.''

And with that he is gone.

Laying back on your head you smile to yourself, tonight had been something.

#boba fett #the green armoured daimyo #100lxtters #boba fett x reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x female reader #the book of boba fett #tbobf #star wars #boba fett fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #18+ fanfic

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rawliverandgoronspice · 5 months

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Oh my fucking god??? I *knew* there was something fishy with no writers/quest designers being credited. Also: outsourcing is not an excuse not to credit the gamedevs doing hard and deserving work.

This is genuinely contemptful towards everyone involved, gamedevs and players alike.

#totk #totk critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#yeah no Fuck TotK #we have taken a hard turn towards fuck TotK #gameplay is cute but you don't get to disrespect my profession and my fellow gamedevs like that #nor one of my favorite game series #this is... so fucking revealing #still on the conspiracy board of “they had another story planned and it didn't work out and everyone parted in bad terms”#and this is how they fixed it #wow wow wow #best zelda story my entire ass #and the lack of honesty!!!#I'm so furious hahaha like what the hell

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ladykatie512 · 2 years

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Bermuda Locket Pre-Fic Timeline

hey! i finally did the thing i said i was gonna do! i ended up removing most instances of valerie/the arasakas from the timeline since johnny and samurai kinda took it over when i spruced it up, but i did leave birthdays at the beginning.

for anyone wondering what the fuck this is, it’s a pre-fic timeline for my modern au silverv fic on ao3. this is not canon at all to cyberpunk or the ttrpg books (even though i borrowed heavily from them).

everything’s below the cut because its a massive post (1983-2023)

i’m sort of sure i kept all the dates/ages accurate? don’t @ me if i messed something up lol time math is hard. there’s also a fair bit of legally gray areas, especially when johnny is a teenager. don’t think too hard about it. i already did and fried my brain with google searches like “losing child custody during imprisonment in texas in 2003″ or something lmao.

triggers listed in the tags because of course there're triggers.

1980’s

July 25, 1983 – Alteria Cunningham (Alt) is born

1985 – Henry is born

1986 – Denny is born

May 8, 1987 – Nancy Hartley is born

January 3, 1988 – Kerry Eurodyne is born

November 16, 1988 – Robert John Linder (Johnny) is born

1990’s

January 1991 – Johnny’s father, a Marine, dies in the Gulf War

March 31, 1993 – Rachel Amendaries (Rogue) is born

Summer 1994 – Johnny’s first step-father makes Johnny (5) and his mother go to Catholic Church/Sunday School/Choir, where he meets Kerry (6)

September 8, 1995 – Yorinobu Arasaka is born

May 28, 1996 – Valerie Archier is born

March 2, 1999 – Hanako Arasaka is born

Summer 1999 – With the approval of his second step-father, Johnny (10) joins the Boy Scouts with Kerry (11)

2000-2004

January 2000 – Kerry (12) gets a guitar for his birthday, and he and Johnny (11) teach themselves how to play

Spring 2002 – Johnny (13) gets expelled from highschool due to fighting, getting caught smoking, and skipping classes; Johnny’s third step-father threatens to send him to military school

Fall 2002 – Kerry’s parents help enroll Johnny (13) in their son’s highschool

Winter 2003 – Kerry (15) and Johnny (14) are suspended and nearly expelled for a fight over a rumor stating the boys were a couple

Summer 2003 – Johnny’s mother and third stepfather are arrested and incarcerated for drug-related charges; Johnny (14) is placed in foster care, where he makes a habit of running away and sleeping on the streets

Winter 2004 – Kerry’s parents are denied the option to adopt Johnny (15) due to immigration status and insufficient income

2005-2009

Winter 2005 – Johnny (16) successfully removes himself from foster care several weeks after his 16th birthday

Summer 2005 – Johnny (16) drops out of high school and follows Kerry (17) when his parents move from Texas to Night City

Fall 2005 – Johnny (17) meets Nancy (18) through Kerry (17), and the two begin dating

Winter 2006 – Johnny (17), Nancy (19), and Kerry (18) make friends with Denny (20) and Henry (21); Samurai forms, the band plays local gigs in Night City and neighboring cities

Fall 2006 – Samurai puts out a self-produced EP (really bad, almost unlistenable)

Summer 2007 – Samurai puts out their first full-length album (actually quite decent, has better versions of the EP songs such as “New Noise”) on an indie record label

April 2008 – Johnny (19) secretly gets his GED so he can enlist in the US Military and fight in the Afghanistan War, which causes Samurai to break up and his relationship with Nancy (20) to end

November 2008 – Johnny (20) is deployed and sent to Afghanistan, where he meets Jonathan Nauman (Milt’s son)

Summer 2009 – Johnny (20) and Jonathan grow close/intimate and become a secret couple

September 2009 – A military convoy that Johnny (20) is part of runs over a landmine, and Jonathan Nauman dies while keeping Johnny alive; Johnny is medically discharged from the military

October 2009 –Johnny (20) returns to Night City, where he meets up with Jonathan’s father, Milt Nauman, a therapist

November 2009 – Johnny (21) adopts the name Johnny Silverhand from Henry because of external fixation devices on his left hand/wrist

2010-2014

April 2010 – Johnny (21) starts instigating riots in Night City against NCPD brutality (NC Homeless Riots)

August 2010 – Johnny (21), Kerry (22), and Henry (25) find out that Nancy (23) is being abused by her husband; Nancy pushes her husband out a window before the guys can do anything about it

September 2010 – Nancy (23) is tried and goes to jail for a year

Winter 2011 – Johnny (22) has regained full use of his left hand, and Nancy (24) gets out of jail; Samurai reforms and starts making more music

March 2011 – At a local show, Johnny (22) meets a fan, Rogue (18), and they begin steadily dating shortly after

Summer 2011 – Samurai self-produces another short EP (really good, has the first recording of Chippin’ In)

Fall 2011 – Johnny (22) starts using opiates to help deal with his PTSD; Rogue (19) and Johnny’s relationship gets rocky

Winter 2012 – Samurai is signed to MSM records with a three-record contract and releases their second studio album (very good, album charts and goes gold)

Spring 2012 – Johnny (23) meets Alt Cunningham (28) when she’s a model/extra for a Samurai music video; the pair begin dating off and on

Summer 2012 – Johnny (23) and Rogue (19) break up for good

April 16, 2013 – Alt Cunningham (29) dies when she and Johnny (24) are jumped after a Samurai show while they’re arguing/breaking up in an alley

May 2013 – Johnny (24) is involved in an incident at a riot that results in the immolation of an Arasaka corpo (Arthur Jenkins)

October 2014 – Due to indirect involvement and a great lawyer and psychotherapist, Johnny (25) is found not guilty of first-degree murder and is sentenced to four years (one year time served) in federal prison for other related charges

2015-2017

May 2015 – Kerry Eurodyne (27) fulfills the second album of the original MSM contract as a solo artist (super good/classic rock inspired, charts top 10 for several weeks, makes him famous)

September 2017 – Kerry Eurodyne (29) fulfills the third album of the original MSM contract as a collaboration with the Lazrpop group Us!Cracks (really fucking weird but still pretty good? But mostly sellouty on Kerry’s part)

October 2017 – Johnny (28) is released from federal prison and returns to Night City, declares he’s finished making music

2018-2023

February 2018 – Johnny (29) collaborates with a Pop artist named Violet (26), and they put out an album under MSM Records to fulfill her contract (controversial/copy-cat Kerry & Us!Cracks/bizarre but still pretty good, excellent production); The couple begin fake dating as a rouse to promote their music

February 2019 – After a year, Johnny (30) and Violet (27) “break up” as they finish promoting their album and end the world tour for said album

Summer 2019 – Samurai reforms a third time, and a new contract is drafted under MSM Records

Fall 2019 – Samurai puts out their third studio album (pretty good, not as great as their second album, but does well because of Kerry’s fanbase)

November 2019 – Johnny (31) relapses in his addiction to opiates

Winter 2022 – Samurai, under pressure from MSM, begins working on their fourth studio album, but with Johnny (33) in and out of rehab and disappearing, its slow progress

April 15, 2022 – Samurai releases the first song they’re able to complete to try and keep MSM off their asses, titled Black Dog

April 16, 2022 – Johnny (33) purposefully overdoses, and Kerry (34) saves his life

April 2022 – Johnny (33) goes to and stays in rehab, and all production on the new Samurai album is halted

July 2022 – Johnny (33) is officially sober from opiates, leaves rehab

March 12, 2023 – Bermuda Locket starts

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2020 #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #silverv #samurai #ao3 #fanfiction #bermuda locket #timeline #tw: substance abuse #tw: opiates/opioids #tw:suicide #tw: homophobia #tw: death

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ssreeder · 2 years

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okay so this is leekie (hiiii) and here’s my comment bc ao3 is being a bitch and cut me off:

SREEDYYHY MY LOVE I MISSED YOU *picks you up and shakes you around like I’m making a cocktail using fancy bar equipment*

ZUKO MY BBY HES ALIVE AND WELL

n o. sokka my love Do Not tempt fate you and zuko WILL BE BOTH SAFE AND HAPPY AND ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME you’re probably just going to suffer a bit more before that happens…

ahh sokka with his achy hands.. we don’t want our boy getting arthritis before he’s even 18 </3

YAY sokka’s getting his insatiable appetite back, nature truly is healing (even tho ZUKO YOUR FUCKING MORON EAT YOUR STEW)

dad-chief and fatherlord buddies lmao

ohoho shen with his fire nation knowledge about fire nation hair and fire nation intimacy ;)))

“the teen was incredibly skilled at concealing his emotions” my oh my how we have Evolved from dramatic ass zuko in the show.. it’s depressing.

okay I’m interested in knowing about how you’re depicting cultural differences actually. like hakoda thinks that zuko looking him in the eye is a sign of respect bc that’s swt culture, but (at least I thought) isn’t it respectful to not look authority in the eye?? in which case, absolutely fucking iconic that zuko is being a defiant little shit and hakoda is like “what a polite young man :)”

“that’s why we risked it all” OHOHO WE DO LOVE A SNEAKY LITTLE TITLE REFERENCE

okay wait I lowkey love the zuko and shen dynamic it’s legendary

lmao not hakoda finding out katara purposefully got herself imprisoned

“why are you arguing with me?”

“because you are fucking stupid”

way to make a new friend zuko <3

OH NOOO SHEN DONT ASK WHY ZUKO KNOW WHAT THE CAPTAINS QUARTERS LOOK LIKE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

nooooo katara your father is very much being a father to your very much not dead brother don’t be saaaaaad

bruh imagine if jet had been allowed in the war meeting that would’ve been an entire fucking mess omg

why is reho talking about sex it feels so wrong bc he’s such an innocent little fool.. omG ACE REHO??? i love this for him

oh no jet trauma :((

FUCK we’re gonna have a zukka and jet confrontation aren’t we

*moment of silence for boots*

yeahhh we’re getting a zukka and get confrontation.

ik this is going to evolve into a Bad argument but it’s hilarious that zuko of all people is the one lecturing sokka about having a short temper (also, something something taking on each other’s traits parallels something something)

wheezing at jet discovering that zuko is the blue spirit omfg FUCKING HELL REHO DONT SPILL THE BEANS ABOUT ZUKO BEING A PRINCE DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE DISHSOAP FOR BRAINS

holy shit reho whyyyyyyy

ah yes sokka when if doubt, tackle the love of your life so that you can annoy them into expressing their trauma

I swear to fucking god sreeder if you having zuko run away from the camp I will hunt you down

jet. jfc. this boy. needs to be put on a leash.

also FUCK the dai li, the dai li can EAT SHIT

ALSO jet and ara parallels???? earth kingdom nonbenders with immense trauma who send a message to an evil big boss man to tattle on where zuko is hiding????

LEEKIE!!!!

*hoping I make a delicious cocktail*

Ughhhh Zuko is starting to feel better which means some of his dramatic flare may return….

Haha Zuko & Shen have a weird dynamic of “I fucking hate you” but “we get along for brief moments”

Everyone thinks Zuko in Zhaos quarters is all depressing & yeah it kind of is but I’m pretttttyyy sure it’s only because he and Iroh had tea there many times. lol

Yay for ace Reho he deserves nice things sometimes.

Yeahhhhhhhhh…. Confrontation is on the horizon, so you see it? I see it.

(Something something you’re onto something like always)

Zuko is a flight risk, someone tie him to something, ignore his trauma. Lock him down.

*claps* omggg yessss!! Ara & Jet parallels all day, they are two peas in a pod and 85% of the readers HATE that pod.

Love you very much sorry it took me a million years to get back to you. <3

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distorted-rieality · 2 years

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The Monster in the Mirror

The State of My Mental Health

A million words exist, yet there’s not a single phrase to explain how I feel, and that makes me feel helpless. It’s like I’m on a journey with no exact destination; just aimlessly exploring in search of tranquility. Honestly, I find it difficult to talk about my feelings, especially how I'm feeling mentally. Maybe it’s the doubt and fear of being judged that’s why I just put those ideas in the dark little corner of my head. I am the kind of person who lets my glass get filled with suppressed emotions and waits until it overflows before I deal with it.

"My darling, your brown orbs used to hold the galaxy in them, but now it’s just vast darkness, void of the colorful swirls and twinkling stars. How come when I look at you all I can see is your eyes watering that I can almost drown in your sea of sorrows?" These are the words I said as I stared at myself in the mirror.

I can’t really describe the war in my head that’s been going on for a decade, but all I can say is... I have sustained lots of battle wounds and scars that never fade. My mind is like a maze—no exits, just endless dead ends and turns that lead to nowhere. There are times when I lose motivation to fight and just end up aimlessly staring at the wall with my head bursting with ceaseless made up scenarios. Continuously plummeting down into the bottomless pit of wicked thoughts that consume every nook and cranny of my body. Despite my best efforts to drown out their noises, they kept screaming until I went deaf from hearing their shrill voices. Maybe one day I'll figure out what to do, but for the time being all I can do is cling on by a thread to avoid being engulfed by the agony that hangs over me.

As time goes by, I feel like I’m becoming someone I loathe—a monster whose sole purpose is to consume and invade my youth with nothing but uncertainties. Demons occupy the insides of my brain, making me run as far as I can and keep myself hidden in a cage. Darkness welcomed me with open arms, offering me shelter from all the shadows haunting me, but as I looked closely in the dark, I saw a silhouette of a person crouching and shaking with fear, mumbling these exact words, "Don’t hurt me, I’m not a bad person," over and over. I walked cautiously so as not to startle them more, but my eyes widened as I recognized that person. To my surprise, it was me but younger—Leila, a kid that was imprisoned by the traumas that polluted her innocence and opened her eyes to the cruelty of life. She asks: "Why would anyone…choose to become a half-demon?" In return, the older me explains, "I didn't choose to become one, life just decided to break my illusion that innocence and ignorance is perfection."

10/06/22 - Leila

#writings #female writers #writing community

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talrayne · 1 year

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I've read the writings about the good doctor Frankenstein, saw his "monster" first hand and followed news of the subsequent rampage. I've survived to the modern days of skyscrapers while both the doctor and his "child" expired in the Arctic. I feel, after the numerous depictions of the three of us that it's my time to put the event into words from my own experience.

My name is Igor, and this is my story as the doctor's first "child".

Yes, you read that right. Adam, the "monster" was not the first artificial life created by the doctor. Before Victor could convince himself that it was possible to animate dead flesh, before he decided to raid graves for raw materials, he needed a proof of concept. From his notes that I read of my creation, he utilized donor flesh that he grew from various sources before grafting them to one another. It was the difficulty of the fine work and the slow gestation process that made him choose a more... accelerated approach later.

I was raised in the university by him. Not as a subject, though he did keep meticulous records and performed tests, but he raised me as one does a child. I advanced rapidly compared to humans, but my maturity still took years. My form also still had, has, evidence of poor attachment. My famous hump for example and mismatched legs. It was determined to be a failure to account for different development styles of disparate lineages, genetics, combined with the long term effects of poor grafting techniques. My mind, however, was more capable than expected. Years later, I'd recognize that it was largely connected to the combination of Victor's tutelage and the neuron ratio compared to the rest of my body.

When Victor was able to refine his techniques and formulas and felt he was ready to make another small attempt, he was approached by an interested party. One with deep pockets promising a full laboratory and financing in return for a soldier. Specifically, an army. War was on the horizon and this lord saw potential. This meant an accelerated approach though. Victor and I worked for months. It wasn't until later we learned of the actual source of materials.

After the creation of Adam, the "monster", we learned the bodies we used came from fresh graves without consent and criminals imprisoned on false charges. While the doctor worked for the next several years tracking down Adam and evading his patron, I was able to learn the what happened in the first place. Victor suffered from a specific artistic issue where he would find perfect specimens but didn't realize that connected they failed to please the eye due to a lack of cohesiveness. The other issue that was discovered was that he failed to account for the time it takes for a brain to develop. A child's mind in a behemoth's body is a recipe for disaster.

I have no idea if Adam survived, but if he did, I hope he reads this. I would like to meet my "younger brother". After all, no matter the distance and feelings, over a long time, one tends to miss family.

#adhd writer #autistic writer #frankenstein #original content

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occasional-amature-news · 1 year

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If I were to become the president of the United States, there would be three major things that I would attempt to pass while in office: mandated mental health care for six months to a year for veterans, attaching rehab centers to prisons, and putting an end to private — otherwise known as for-profit — prisons.

I expect that even if only mental health care for veterans is passed, that the rates of addiction related arrests should lessen.

The first of my three attempted changes would mandate no less than six months of psychiatric care for veterans. I expect this change to aid veterans’ needs to adapt to civilization after living in war. Many, if not most, veterans come back home with major depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or some kind of traumatic brain injury.

Roughly have of returned veterans don’t seek treatment because of stigma and long waiting lists, neither of which should be a major issue. It is my hope that veterans would learn healthy coping mechanisms and eventually find help on their own, without fears that come from the stigma they may face.

Secondly, there are far too many people imprisoned for nonviolent drug-eel crimes. Sending them to rehab rather than prison would potentially save billions of dollars spent to keep prisons running.

Keeping rehab centers and prisons neighboring each other, if not attached to each other, could potentially make treatment more attainable for inmates, and those who are “nonviolent” may just go to rehab while being close to someplace they can go if higher levels of supervision are needed.

My hope is that people would be able to get much-needed help instead of facing major problems that could arise from improperly treated addiction.

Private prisons aren’t nearly as safe or effective as public, federal and state prisons. Private prisons exist to gain profit from inmates, rather than reform their behavior. In most, if not all, cases, rehab and counseling are relied upon to decrease the repeat of many crimes.

Doing away with privately-owned, for-profit prisons would likely increase the number of individuals who may exit the prisons and not repeat the crimes that landed them there. My hope is that people who must face prison time may do so, and acquire medical and psychological help or assistance when it is needed, as privately owned, for-profit prisons will likely not offer such assistance in an effort to save as much money as possible.

The three changes I would attempt to pass would be social and cultural, while possibly effecting economy and military policies, and hopefully influencing other countries to make some similar reform. Helping veterans adapt to everyday life will affect even the people who don’t even know they exist. Making rehabilitation more attainable to inmates will help them in their battle against addictions. Removing for-profit prisons leads to greater chances of lowering rates of repeat crimes due to higher treatment availability.

Note: I am the original author of this essay, and it was published in the Wellsboro Gazette in November of 2020 as a guest column. The headline read as “OPINION; Local youth addresses veteran care, rehab, prisons”

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ahopelessromantic · 3 years

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Children of Sun and Darkness (M)

Part two of A Child of Sun and Darkness

Pairing: The Darkling x Sun Summoner! female reader

Word count: 8,7k (oh boy)

Warnings: once again, spoiler of the Darkling’s name, SMUT, Aleksander being a SIMP, fluff, so much fluff, villainous behavior

A/N: I really, really got carried away with this one. Especially since I didn’t even intend to have any smut in here. But alas, the apology letters to Ben Barnes and Leigh Bardugo are sent once more and I wish you all a happy reading experience. I really do must warn you again of the Darkling as a father though, I don’t think you’re ready.

A gorgeous ray of sunshine was tickling your barely awake self. There were things to do, certainly, but your bed felt far too heavenly to be left already. The air had recently begun to smell like the promise of summer, and it paired so nicely with the flowers Aleksander always brought to your bedside table. Aleksander, you thought sleepily and slowly opened your eyes. You would have loved to curl into his lean body for a few more minutes before getting up, but it seemed like he had already so cruelly abandoned you. You were about to pout like a little baby when a soft morning wind carried the sound of laughter through your window. Aleksander must have opened it before leaving your shared chambers. Wanting to know the source of these joyous sounds, you slipped into your morning robe and stepped in front of the big window. After your marriage to the infamous Darkling, the two of you had moved your chambers to be closer to the Little Palace’s beautiful gardens. From where you stood now, your position on the second floor gave you the perfect view over them.

“There she is.” Your husband beamed with his lovely deep voice. He was looking up to you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. Your daughter, barely even four, shrieked happily at your sight and sent another ray of sunshine your way. “Good morning, my love!” You called out to her. She ran up to her father, who picked her up so she could see you better. Your chest warmed at the sight of the two people you loved most in the world, the serenity in their expressions. “Good morning Mama!” She giggled back. You blew her a kiss, which she caught enthusiastically. “You should have awoken me!” You chided your husband. He smiled. “How could I, when you were sleeping so peacefully? Besides, we wanted to try if Ilona could get her sun rays all the way through to our bed. Did she manage it?” The proudest smile grew across your lips. “She did. You did amazing, honey. So amazing, that when I get down there, I’m gonna have to smooch you all over!” “NOOO!” She screamed and skipped away to the pond to look at her beloved fish. “Are you coming down for breakfast? I already had the servants set out a table.” You sighed happily and just looked at your husband for a moment. “You really do think of everything, don’t you?” The grin he sent you in response caused your knees to weaken. “Who would I be if I didn’t.” To hide your blush, you scrunched your nose and disappeared from the window to get dressed for the day. Only a short while later you had finally made it to the gardens, clad in the same colour as your husband: deep black. Upon seeing you, your daughter began to happily run towards you. Suddenly then she seemed to remember your threat of extra smooches and turned around, but it was too late. You caught up with her and gathered her into your arms, tickling and kissing her all over. She laughed loudly, only half trying to escape. “Good morning, little sunshine.” You finally properly greeted her once you were done, pressing a long kiss to the top of her head. She turned around in your arms and buried her face in your neck. “Did I do good with the sunray, mama?” You smiled and pulled her even closer. “You did so well, Ilona. I love you.” She leaned away to look at you, the brightest smile on her adorable little face. “I love you!” She responded and kissed your cheek. Saints, she was everything good and soft in the world come to life. “Can I go feed the fishies?” She asked enthusiastically. You grinned at her, forever enchanted by the little human that was so you and so Aleksander. “Of course you can. Go ask the servants, they’ll give you some food for them.” The Darkling, who had watched the interaction between you and your daughter, stepped forward with a happy smile. You were about to ask what specifically he was smiling about when he placed his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. There was barely anyone around, but the kiss’ immodesty still caused your cheeks to flush. “My sun.” He whispered, only for you to hear. “I swear you look lovelier by the day.” You sighed, still phased by the kiss, and slid your arms around his waist. “And I swear you get more charming by the day. Is it a thing of darkness, your cheek? I think I see some of it in Ilona.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I think that’s all you actually.” He nodded to where she was knelt on the edge of the pond, apparently talking to its inhabitants. “I only know one other being that can be so kind and yet so fierce.” For a moment, his words rendered you speechless, but then you pinched the fabric of his kefta. “Alright, Mr Darkling, now you’re overdoing it. Where is this breakfast you’ve promised me? I’m starving.”

Giggling like the two lovestruck Grisha you had been years ago, you set off to the little table laden with delicious breakfast foods. It gave you a perfect view of your daughter, close enough to see her, yet far away enough to allow her the space even she as a little person was owed. You and your little family spent most mornings like this: Breaking the fast together, you and your husband watching your daughter play, talking court politics while eating. There were unrests in Ravka again, unrests the old king didn’t seem capable of dealing with. “He’s a fool, and I wished I could see him gone.” You hummed at your husband’s words, staring at your tea in deep thought. If he had only been just a fool, you thought. He wouldn’t be any danger to anyone, then, but his empty-brained attempts at displays of dominance were costing the second army precious lives every time. But he was still the king, and the two of you were still just the second army’s general and his wife. “Careful with the treason talk so early in the morning, my love. I don’t think it’s all that becoming with my sweet roll.” He smiled and took your hand from across the table. You squeezed it and sent him a meaningful glance. “Besides, you never know who might be listening. You know I couldn’t bear it if the Lantsov family were to imprison you.” Aleksander sighed, now, and wistfully looked across the Little Palace’s grounds. Some Grisha were training in the far distance, Inferni, by the looks of it. His gaze was pensive, a look you well knew by now- he was planning something. But apparently, it was too early to let you in on his schemes yet. He just pressed a kiss to your knuckles and looked at you in earnest. “I promise you, my sun. One day, we won’t have to bow to anyone. Our world will only consist of our family and Grisha, and it will be safe. I promise.” An unexpectedly reverent feeling spread across the breakfast table. You nodded solemnly. “One day.” You whispered back. That seemed to please him because his face returned to the kind smiles he usually wore around you, and he pressed another kiss to the back of your hand. “I love you.” He mouthed at you, and you mouthed it right back. Then, as it tended to happen with a toddler child, the two of you were interrupted by Ilona climbing into her father’s lap. “Papa, can I have a dagger?” Both you and Aleksander snorted out a laugh at the determination in your daughter’s voice. She really was a force of nature, your little one- quite literally. Not fully in control of her powers yet, she seemed eternally surrounded half by darkness, half by light. No one had thought it possible, but so far it seemed she had inherited both yours and your beloved’s powers. Ballads were being sung about her in taverns ever since word of her powers had left the Palace walls and witch hunters trying to get to her ever since that, too. Now, Aleksander Morozova had always been concerned with the safety of all Grisha. But more and more often these days you found him pacing in his war room at night, or watching your daughter with far more than fatherly sorrow. It was an all-consuming fear and sorrow for her safety- one you shared. There was nothing you wouldn’t do to know her safe. Once you had been driven by ambition, then by love for your husband. But now such a fierce protectiveness spurred you on that caused you to think yourself capable of far greater evils than your husband had ever committed.

“Do you think the Second Army would follow us? If we were to split from the king?” Aleksander’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his deep brown eyes finding yours. The two of you had been dealing with some late-night paperwork, General’s duties. As the sun summoner and, in addition, the Darkling’s wife, you almost held as much power and responsibility as him these days. Your husband put down his pen and pensively sank back into his chair. “I don’t know.” He uttered finally. “I wish they would, of course. But some Grisha are as loyal to Ravka as Otkazat'sya. Some of them do wish to serve their country. And some of them do love their king.” He grimaced at that, and you had to bite back a laugh. “Ravka’s eagle is double-headed for a reason, you know.” He continued, and you turned serious once more. The sentiment of Ravka’s duality was a nice one- but one that was destined to fail, in your opinion. The Grisha already lived so separated from the country’s regular citizens that it was almost ridiculous to even count them as part of them. Most Otkazat'sya seemed to condemn Grisha for their powers, and most Grisha seemed to look down on the Otkazat'sya. They both had their good reasons, you figured. But how much contempt, how much annoyance or even hatred separated non-Grisha from Drüskelle? You inwardly shuddered at the thought of Fjerda’s Army, with their repeating rifles and their ruthlessness. Aleksander’s hand on your shoulder caused you to return to reality. “What’s on your mind, my sun?” He asked, his voice ever so soft. Sometimes, with how much love he showed you every day, you forgot about how evil he could be, how hated he was by so many. “I-“ You began, then sighed. “I’m thinking about what you said the other day, at breakfast. About not having to bow to anyone. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually. What would happen if we were to take one of the eagle’s heads? Leave the people and their Lantsovs to themselves and found our own sovereign nation of Grisha power. It would be of the tsar family’s interest to stay in our good natures, we could trade their foods and goods for our protection. But on our own terms. And we would be safe, in a city of our own, protected by Fabrikator walls and your Darkness. Ilona would be safe.” Your husband had that look on his face again. That look of deep contemplation. “A safe place for all Grisha. Most importantly, Ilona. That’s all I’ve ever wanted in life.” He said quietly. You stroked his cheek, ran a hand through his hair. “I know.” You hummed. For a moment, you spotted a glimpse of the man he had been when your daughter had been born. He had been so eager to do everything right. So happy, yet so frightened and worried at the same time. His first words upon seeing the little bundle that was your newborn daughter had been “She’s so small”, accompanied by tearful eyes. She had been small indeed, so very little. During the first weeks after her birth, whenever you hadn’t been holding her, he had been. There hadn’t been a nanny, a wet nurse even. The both of you had been far too afraid to let your precious daughter out of your sight. Still were. She was your everything. You felt guilty for steering your nightly conversation down such a dark path, so you took his hand and lovingly squeezed it. “I trust you, Aleksander. I trust you to do what’s right for us as Grisha, and for us as a family. And believe me when I say I will be by your side for anything you ever decide on doing.” The smallest of smiles began to tug at his lips. “Come on now.” You said softly and breathed a kiss against his jaw. “It’s late, and it’s my matrimonial duty to distract my betrothed from any worries that might plague him.” He was fully smiling now, a familiar playful glint in his eyes. He tilted his head and looked at you with one raised eyebrow. “How would you think to go about doing that?” You returned his playful smile and got up to settle yourself right into his lap. Something dark flashed across his eyes, something that told you you wouldn’t yet sleep for many more hours. “What about this?” You whispered and experimentally ground down on him. A devious smile was on your lips. For a moment, he let you have the upper hand. Leaned his head back, breathed deeply. Sometimes, you were allowed to see him like this. To have him like this. Feeling bashful, you leaned forward to place a myriad of kisses against his neck. You could almost hear his heartbeat speeding up, his breathing growing heavier. His hands wandered to your waist, then to your hips. He used his strength to press you down on him, and it was then that you were done for. Your moment had ended, it was his turn now. Aleksander looked up at you with dark eyes, his pupils were blown wide and barely noticeable in the low lighting. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you sometimes.” His voice had dropped at least an octave deeper. “My perfect, perfect wife. My perfect sun, with a body so powerful. A body strong enough to bear life.” Feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden, you had to make an effort to bite back the tears that had risen to your eyes. Your husband truly always knew what exactly to say- even to a mother who sometimes found herself quite insecure in her new curves. “I love you.” You marvelled, kissing him softly. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it until you were both gasping for air. “Shall we retreat for the night, my sun?” You were about to respond when he lifted you up and placed you on the table the two of you had been sitting at. “Or do you want to taint this place forevermore? Curse it, so I think of being inside of you whenever I hold council here?” You innocently looked up at him through your lashes. Then, you smirked. That seemed to have been answer enough, because he was on you again in seconds, devouring every inch of skin he came across. “Do you remember our first night?” You gasped out between moans. Aleksander stopped in his tracks for a moment to look at you, lifted your chin with his fingers. He looked unravelled. Like he was merely dangling by a thread anymore. “You mean when I almost had you in the hallway, of all places?” You grinned and felt your eyes light up. “Exactly.” You whispered and leaned forward to capture his lips again. He groaned into the kiss. “Saints.” He panted. He seldomly addressed saints, if ever. It sent a wave of cocky satisfaction through you. “All this time with you, and you still find ways to catch me off guard.” Chuckling, you pulled him impossibly closer by his collar, crossing your legs behind his waist and grinding up against him. “I think it’s included in those matrimonial duties of mine.” “You’re going to have to- ah.” He took a deep breath. “-Send me a list of those.” You wanted to respond something, anything, but you didn’t get the chance to. Not while your kefta was being unclasped, not while his hands bunched up your skirts around your hips. “Do you want to go slower?” He asked, breathing heavily, his forehead leaned against yours. You closed your eyes for a moment, then smiled. You felt surrounded by your husband, by his scent, his presence, his arms. Most of all, you felt safe. A kind of safety only Aleksander had ever been able to provide for you. After a moment, you shook your head. “No.” You answered, nipping at his neck. “No.” You said again, sliding his kefta off his shoulders. “I want you. I need you. Now.” Suddenly, time seemed to speed up. You helped the Darkling unbuckle his pants, shrugged off your own coat, allowed him to rip most of your blouse open. The thoughts of witch hunters and civil unrests were still heavy on your mind, and you wanted him hard and fast, so he could take away all of your worries. Normally you weren’t as impatient as this. The two of you loved drawing things out in the bedroom, all teasing kisses and devilish grins. But today, things were different. Today you wanted to forget. Today you wanted to be overpowered by him. You didn’t even have the proper time to admire his length, for as soon as it had been exposed, it was already teasing along your folds. You sighed out shakily. “How badly do you want it?” Aleksander asked, one hand playing with your breast. “So badly, Aleksander.” He sighed at that, too. His name from your words would maybe never lose its effect. “If you were taken from me, I would kill. I would destroy entire cities to have you again. To have this again.” Your words almost felt as intimate as your wedding vows. They sent you both forward again, lips colliding in a clash of teeth. His tongue touched yours and sent a bolt of electricity down to your nether regions. “Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing will ever take me from you.” He vowed back. With that, he entered you, and you both moaned out loudly. “Fuck!” He almost yelled. “How are you still so tight?” It was clearly a rhetorical question he didn’t want an answer for, for his hands were clasped around your neck. You allowed your head to drop back in pleasure and voluntarily clenched around him. “All for you.” You rasped out through his grip. He started fucking into you at that, the both of you losing your ability to form proper sentences once the so familiar fire started to spread between you. Somewhere, the edge of a book was pricking into your side, but it only spurred you on further. You always felt like the queen of the world like this- desired, full of pleasure, the most powerful man in the kingdom losing himself in you. You thought of how he would never be able to look at this table normally again, how he would twitch in that adorable way of his whenever people weren’t paying attention to him. Saints, you loved him. You loved him. Your heart felt warm and full, but so did you. At some point he hoisted you even further onto the table, his pace relentless now. But you didn’t care, you needed more, more, more. “Aleksander!” You gasped out when he brushed up against that place inside of you. “I love you.” You panted, tightening your legs around him. He looked at you like there was nothing else ever worth being looked at. Like you were a painting he could neither understand nor get enough of. With shaky hands he moved a few wayward strands of hair out of your face, then he cupped it in his hands tightly. “I love you.” He answered, stressing each word with a thrust of his hips. “Oh fucking saints, I love you. I’m so close.” “Let go.” You encouraged him seductively, tugging at the hair in the nape of his neck. “Give it to me, Aleksander.” His pace seemed to grow impossibly faster until it grew erratic. “My sun. My love, my goddess, I’m going to-“ With a loud moan, he came, his pulsating member spilling his seed into you. You helped him ride out his high, pulled him closer, clenched and unclenched in his rhythm. He shuddered at that; head buried in your neck. It was your moment once again. He was all yours to have. “I love you.” The two of you whispered at almost the same time and broke out into laughter. But the laughter caused you to clench again, and Aleksander winced from the hypersensitivity. “You’re just too tight, my love.” He almost teased and moved to remove himself from you. He wasn’t really in a state to tease again, yet. You pouted. “But I don’t want you to leave me. I always feel so empty afterwards.” He breathed a kiss to your cheek that could have well been a concealed laugh. Sometimes the two of you would stay connected like that for ages, neither of you willing to end this incredibly pleasurable state of warmth and satiation. But while that was easy to do on a bed, it wasn’t so much on a desk. “Besides.” You continued. “We’re going to make a mess.” Your husband looked at you, his lower lip caught between his teeth. “I like the mess.”, he said decidedly. “Leave it to the servants to be cleaned up. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For someone to know what cursed, unholy things their Saint does for her evil husband?” You barely even blushed at his words. Saints, he had ruined you- in the best way possible. “Now come on, my sun.” He uttered. “If I remember correctly, you still need taking care of.” You shuddered at the thought of what was to come. His fingers inside of you, his lips on your most sensitive spot. Oh, how good you had it. Smiling and holding his hand, you followed your husband back to your chambers. He stayed true to his promise there- two times. Afterwards, you sleepily held him in your arms, your fingers drawing abstract, invisible designs onto the skin of his back. Through the connection the two of you shared you could feel his peacefulness as if it was your own, a sense of pride filling you. You were the one in whose presence he could relax, let his guards down- no one else. You pressed a gentle kiss to his hair, a silent ‘I love you’. “My love?” He murmured and pressed an equally soft kiss to your shoulder. “Hm?” You hummed in response and watched your husband straighten up so he was able to look you in the eyes. He sighed, visibly struggling to find the right words. “I want more children, as many you’d be willing to have. Brothers and sisters for Ilona, so she will never be alone. More time for us to experience holding a newborn babe again. But I fear for our daughter so much, every day. I fear for any future children of ours, even. And I think we’ve lived in fear for long enough. I’ve lived in fear long enough. I thought if we just waited for the king to die, waited for him to live out his pathetic mortal life, we could seize control one day. But I’ve been patient for centuries, and I’m tired of it. I think the time for action has come.” Aleksander’s words caused you to sit up, too, your heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up. “Will you fight with me, my love?” You pensively moved a strand of his hair away from his gorgeous features, then lifted your chin. “Always.” You breathed. The smallest of smiles lit up his face. Your husband leaned up to kiss you, then pulled you into his embrace. “We’ll change the world. For us. For our family.” You squeezed his arm in response. You truly would.

The next few months were spent meticulously planning the beheading of the ravkan eagle. Your mornings were spent in softness, laughing with your daughter, cuddling with her in bed, and then that softness was exchanged for the coldness of daily council meetings. Spies were seeking out the intelligence of the opinions of Grisha on a potential Grisha state, letters were being sent, fighting styles being trained. The king and queen would pose the smallest problems for your cause- they would either cooperate with the second army’s leaving or leave their lives. Angry mobs were your bigger worry- there was a smart way to go about the splitting off of the kingdom, and you were eager to take it, with as few casualties as possible. Then there was the question of your new country’s location. You didn’t need lands the size of Ravka, but you still needed space for houses, training facilities, farmlands. Surprisingly many Grisha were open to leading a simple life of caring for crops and animals, having long tired of the so-called ‘war effort’. Your council meetings grew with each week, more and more Grisha eager to take part in the founding of a home of their own. Fresh faces kept on turning up every week- a Suli Fabrikator here, a Shu Healer there. The once so spacious halls of the Little Palace were beginning to feel cosy, filled with the hope of new alliances forming. It was getting harder by the day to keep your efforts hidden from the king, and the time to strike seemed to be nearing. Ilona seemed to be feeling it, too. Her new favourite pastime was to make friends with as many of the new Grisha as possible. You and Aleksander had both felt apprehensive about it at first, but once you deemed her safe you realized how much power of her own she truly held. She was a symbol. A symbol of you and your husband’s strength, of a new generation of Grisha. A generation that would grow up in safety, without being trained to be used in fights their entire lives. The people in the Little Palace loved her, they had taken to calling her the ‘Grisha princess’. It made you partly proud, partly uncomfortable. You didn’t want her to be an instrument in your fight for freedom, just another weapon to be used, but you couldn’t hide her away, either. She was still small, and young, but she still deserved a life in the light. Late at night, when he was feeling particularly safe and vulnerable, Aleksander sometimes told you stories from his childhood, his youth. How his mother had eternally urged him to stay hidden in the shadows. It wasn’t a way to live, he had once said. And he was right. Ilona deserved her fishpond, her Grisha friends, her chance to openly use her powers. One day, you and your husband already deep into planning your coup, you watched her play with a young Squaller boy. They were both laughing loudly, their happiness more than contagious. You found yourself smiling, heart and body warmed by the afternoon sun. This was what you were fighting for. What you were always going to fight for. Freedom. Only a few weeks later, the time had come. The king was holding a ball, and it was the perfect opportunity for a show of strength. Countless honorary representatives had been invited, the perfect audience for what you were planning to do. You, your husband, and your legion were hoping for a peaceful encounter. The second army was going to show in its full strength, crowd into the ballroom and declare its conditions. You all hoped the sense of unity you had all started to feel would make itself noticeable, pose a threat. The council meetings with your fellow Grisha had long ceased to feel like generals talking to their subordinates. You were equals in your cause, and as the objectively most powerful Grisha, you and your husband were treated with the respect of such. Almost everyone doubtlessly acknowledged you as the heads of your operation, the rulers of Little Palace. The king, of course, was going to be appalled, yes enraged even over your actions. He would spew harmless threats at first, feeling ashamed and belittled for having missed out on developments of such a grand scale right under his eyes. But his power was by far no match for yours. It had come just as you had hoped it would. The king of Ravka had begrudgingly signed your declaration of independence after hours of discussions, angry tantrums and finally quiet pleads. The Grisha would have their own eagle from now on- no shared heads. You would claim lands west of the fold, protected from each side by mountains, the true sea and the world of shadows your husband had created so long ago. The people already living there would have the choice of continuing to stay there, or move somewhere else for a compensation. Grisha from all over the world would be welcome in this sanctuary- you had space and power enough to keep them all safe. Once the coup was over and done with, you sought out a moment alone with your husband. It was a few days after, and both of you had been stuck in nonstop meetings and conversations with fellow Grisha. There was the name of your nation to be decided on, the flag, the layout of your new city. You had been so busy even, that your victory still hadn’t fully registered with you. “Are you alright?” You nervously asked Aleksander in his private office. It was nicely cool and dark there, a welcome change from the Little Palace’s crowded halls. His eyes met yours at that, a smile reflected in them. He looked the healthiest you had ever seen him, a new vigour in the way he moved. Sometimes you forgot that, while you shared the same cause, it already had been his before that for centuries. His years of pain and solitude had finally paid off. “I am not just alright, my love. I’m overcome with joy. Don’t you see it? We’ve changed the world.” You bit your lip, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion and fairly vulnerable. Carefully stepping into his embrace, you took in his scent, sought out his ever so calming touch. Just like he had done in the very early days of your relationship, he wrapped the two of you in comforting darkness. “I’m a bit scared.” You admitted quietly, choked up with tears. “It feels surreal that we’ve won.” Aleksander sighed and pulled you closer to his body. He knew what you meant- he had felt it too. This fear of everything being ripped away as soon as you’d held it in your grasp. “I know.” He murmured and pressed a kiss to your temple. “But it is done. Our declaration has been signed by the king, his ministers. The first army will allow us to leave- or be met with our collected strength. You’ve seen the halls outside, the gardens. I don’t think as many Grisha as this have ever been in one place, in all of history.” You looked up at his face, the beauty of his finely chiselled cheekbones. He was pure strength, safety. As if to remind you of your own power, you filled the room with a golden glow. You were the legendary shadow and sun summoner, the two strongest Grisha who had ever lived- nothing was going to come into your way. You got onto your tiptoes and hugged him tightly, buried your head in his neck. He reached his arms around your waist, and his so familiar certainty flooded your bloodstream. “We’ll have everything.” You murmured, half incredulously. Your husband chuckled at that and playfully squeezed you tight. “I promised that, didn’t I? I think it’s part of my matrimonial duties.” You both laughed, pulling away to look into each other’s eyes. Aleksander caressed the side of your face, nothing but devotion in his gaze. “I know that this new reality is frightening. We have more to lose than ever. But we can carry this fear together. Turn it into something beautiful, something to last for centuries. We’re not alone as long as we have each other.” At that, you leaned up to kiss him lovingly. You both sighed against the other’s lips. It had been ages since the two of you had last had the time to lose yourselves in each other’s embraces. “We’ll have all the time in the world for this, soon.” You realized suddenly, happily. The darkling smiled. “We will. We will my love.”

A few months later, your husband stormed into your chambers. He exuded a wild sort of happiness, his eyes restless. First, he pressed a kiss to Ilona's head, then he picked her up and twirled her around. She shrieked with laughter, and you lowered the book you had been reading while your daughter had played into your lap. Aleksander’s eyes met yours, untamed joy written in his features. “It is finished.” He spoked, and as if struck by lightning, you got up from your seat. Your book clattered to the floor, and the loud sound sent your heart racing. “Is it really?” You quietly asked, eyes wide and incredulous. He nodded reverently, hugging Ilona close to his chest. “The head of the Durasts received the word just this morning. The Fabrikators have finished our city, based on the drawings we’ve both seen. It’s marvellous, according to their reports.” Your hand wandered to your heart, as if to will it to go slower. You breathed heavily, taking a moment to let the realization sink in. You would be safe, on your own terms. Not the king’s. Both you and your husband had been overseeing the construction of your new city from within the Little Palace’s walls, not wanting to leave until it seemed completely safe. For months, assorted groups of Grisha soldiers, healers and most importantly, Durasts, had been crossing the fold to make your shared dream of a Grisha nation come true. The Darkling stepped closer to you, put his arms around both you and your daughter. A giggle escaped your lips. “It’s done.” You breathed; happy tears in your eyes. Aleksander returned your look with equal happiness and leaned forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Ilona giggled, sensing the happiness of her parents. “We can start the moving nothing shorter than this week if you want to. They’ll need your powers for the fold.” Sending smaller groups through the fold was alright. But for the massive move you were planning, you would accompany the myriad of coaches and carts, to keep the Grisha and their belongings safe. “The two of you will be alright here, for a while?” You poked Ilona’s side, and both her and your husband laughed. “We’ll have loads of fun. We’ll have a parade to say goodbye to all the fish, and we’ll tour the Little Palace to pick out all the paintings Ilona wants to take with her.” You grinned happily. They’d truly be alright.

The move was exhausting but fulfilling. You crossed the fold several times a week, accompanied by carts stacked with furniture, livestock and necessary equipment. Once an Alkemi cart almost eradicated a group of Inferni, a sign of how nervous and eager everyone was to escape into a country of their own. Your favourite part was listening in on the other Grisha’s conversations while guiding them through the fold. There was a group of young tidemakers gushing about the prospect of seeing the true sea for the first time and playing with it, two Alkemi discussing how to maximize carrot harvests with the right mixture of sun and Grisha fertilizer. You hadn’t been to the new capital yet, only seen its buildings gleaming in the far-off distance. You wanted it to be a surprise, to set foot in it for the first time with your husband and daughter.

“Enjoying the view one last time?” You asked gently and leaned against the doorframe. Aleksander turned to look at you in surprise, looking a bit lost in the empty room. The time to leave had come, and he had been quietly saying his goodbyes to the Little Palace for the past week. The two of you stood in what had once been his office, now nothing but an empty room with a pretty view. Your husband sighed, something in his expression calling out to you. You walked up to him and allowed him to put his arms around you. “Where’s Ilona?” He asked softly. You smiled. “With the other children. I think they’re playing one last epic round of hide and seek.” That answer seemed to calm him, free his thoughts for other topics. The two of you stared out of the window in silence for a while. Eventually, he sighed. His chin leaned on your shoulder, and you could feel his apprehensiveness. “I’ve wanted to leave this godforsaken place for decades. To never have to see the Grand Palace again. But despite all of that leaving is…” He trailed off, his gaze wandering into the distance. “It’s harder than I expected.” You placed your hands on his arms around you, squeezed them gently. “You’ve built this place. It’s only understandable you find it difficult to leave behind.” He scoffed, and you knew that sound. He made it whenever he was feeling something he hadn’t expected to feel. “This was the first place I’ve ever felt safe in. The first at least relatively safe place for Grisha there’s ever been.” You gulped down a ball of tears. “You should be proud of that.” You whispered. At that, he finally smiled. “You’re right. This is a first draft- a product of the past. We’re moving into the future now.” Grasping one of his hands, you held it up to your lips to press a kiss against it. “Are there any things you still want to take with you? Any last thing you still want to do?” He turned you around in his embrace and pressed your back against the wall right next to the window. A playful glint was in his eyes now, and you were overwhelmed by the sheer happiness he exuded. “I could think of a few things.” He placed a naughty kiss against the side of your neck, and you giggled. “You’re insatiable.” He straightened back up to look at you again and took an impossible step closer to you. “For you? Always.” He breathed, and the time for laughter was over.

The move to your new home took about three days. You wanted to take your time, show Ilona the parts of Ravka she had never seen. But of all things, the Shadow Fold seemed to have awoken her interest the most. While the other children and many adults, too, huddled close for protection, she skipped ahead. Her head was continuously tilted upwards in an attempt to take everything in. “I think she’s sensing your power. It feels familiar to her.” You smiled, taking your husband’s arm. His gaze was fixed to your daughter’s small figure, and his eyes glistened suspiciously. It was only then it dawned upon you- the Fold had been his biggest mistake, his very own monster- an abomination. Seeing his own daughter treat it with so much innocent fascination must have stirred hurt parts of his soul you couldn’t even begin to imagine. Your smile died down into a face of quiet adoration. You took a step back and left Aleksander to have this moment by himself. After centuries, he probably had been starving for one like it. After a few minutes, he turned around, his gaze seeking yours. There weren’t many Grisha around, most of them had moved already, so he allowed himself to keep his guards a bit lower than he usually did in the presence of other people. You sent him an encouraging smile and caught up with him to take his hand. “Do you want to catch up with her? We should probably get back to the coach if we want to make it out of the fold by noon.” He returned your smile, then took off towards your daughter in quick strides. “I’m coming to get you, Ilona!” She put up quite the fight, but in the end, she curled into her father’s arms, still giggling. She had always loved playing catch with him, even when her legs had barely carried her for more than a few steps. You didn’t miss the way Aleksander first glanced at the Fold around him, kept at bay by your powers, and then buried his face in Ilona’s hair. He was cherishing every moment of this. The next day, Nostova’s walls finally appeared on the horizon. The name you had ended up deciding on for your new country meant home, and you already felt a fierce kind of pride for it. “It’s just like the drawings.” You marvelled while finally riding through the gates. The bright Fabrikator made walls gleamed in the afternoon walls, and behind every corner, something new took your breath away. Eventually, you finally arrived at the most important building- your new home. It slightly resembled the Little Palace but looked… homier. There was enough space for administrative offices, meeting rooms, ballrooms for celebrations and a great hall to receive visitors. Emissaries from Ravka or Grisha with petitions, things of that sort. Walking through it, an eternal look of astonishment seemed to take hold of your face. It took you everything not to openly gape at the beautiful furnishings, the symbol of your nation etched into the entrance hall’s stone. An eagle, half shrouded by shadows, half dipped in light. It looked proud, grim, protective. And not like the Ravkan eagle at all. But what you liked most of it all were your new private chambers. There was space enough for at least four more toddlers, a library of your favourite books, a sitting room with a painting of you and your husband. It felt regal and comfortable at the same time. There was a private little staircase from your and Ilona’s bedrooms to the garden, something Aleksander had specifically requested. The Fabrikators had outdone themselves, and you only hoped they would feel the same pride in their work as you felt looking at it. The compensation they had received for their work would allow them more than comfortable lives in Nostova, lives they would hopefully enjoy. Your heart almost bursting with happiness, you watched Ilona and your husband take your new living quarters by storm, your little princess loudly counting down everything she approved of. With an inward sigh, you realized how spoiled she was going to be here. But whenever you talked to Aleksander about that he never seemed to quite understand the problem. ‘Let her be spoiled’, he only always said. Sometimes you forgot just how wrapped around Ilona’s little fingers he was. An odd thought struck you at the sight of your little family. This, Nostova, would be the first time in so long Grisha families would be able to stay together. Children would have their mothers and fathers again, would be allowed to train their powers with them by their side. “You look a little choked up, my love.” Your husband said teasingly, coming to a halt in front of you. His breathing was heavy from all the running around with your girl, and his hair was a mess. The darkling you had first met at the Fold years ago would claw his eyes out at the sight. You grinned at him, completely at ease with your husband seeing your emotions. “I’m just beginning to realize what all of this means. It’s incredible.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, at which Ilona demanded he return to her so they could explore the rest of your rooms. You and your husband shared a laugh, taking a moment to revel in your happiness. “I have a surprise for you later.” He whispered into your ear, and then he was gone, back to playing with your daughter. You had to refrain from fanning your face. Your cheeks felt very hot all of a sudden.

“Where are we going?” You whisper shouted, tightly holding onto your husband’s hand. This definitely wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected. Aleksander chuckled and just kept dragging you in the direction of Nostova Castle’s main wing. After many halls and double doors, he finally came to a halt in front of a set of gilded doors. He positioned himself between you and them, an impish smile on his face. “I know I told you you’ve already seen most of the castle, but I wanted to keep this as a surprise for you. Show it to you when it’s just us two.” You lifted your eyebrows, your excitement starting to match with his. “What is it?” He bit his lips, seemingly conflicted. “Close your eyes.” He finally commanded. You breathed out a laugh in surprise but complied. “For someone who’s centuries-old, you really do behave childishly sometimes.” Your husband chuckled. “Now, dearest wife. Don’t stab where it hurts. Besides, you have centuries ahead of you yourself.” At that, you smiled. You did. Centuries by your husband’s side, centuries to watch your children grow up in peace and find love themselves. Your husband had already led you into the room behind the golden doors. Your steps echoed loudly, a sign of its probable grandeur. The two of you stopped and you felt Aleksander step behind you. “Would you give us a little light, my sun?” Smiling, eyes still closed, you called upon enough light to dip your surroundings in a light glow. “This…” He started, then sighed. “This is the most important room in the castle. We’ll receive guests here, announce decisions… open your eyes. This is our throne room.” Your eyes snapped open, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips. Just in front of you, on top of a few stairs, two breath-taking chairs overlooked the room. To your feet, a stunning mosaic of a sun in eclipse was let into the floor. One of the chairs was made of part gold, part glass, the glass reflecting your light beautifully and sending it through the room in tiny specks. The other one was made of the darkest wood, silver stars worked into the back- and armrests. But that wasn’t even the most beautiful aspect of them. The chairs stood a few inches apart, but where they were closest to each other they bled into the colour of the other. The golden one’s side was dipped in black, the black one’s side in gold. They were undeniably yours. Still rendered speechless, you climbed the stairs and sat down in the golden chair. It was surprisingly comfortable, and from it, you could oversee the throne room in its entirety. It was beautiful and regal enough to put Ravka’s Palace’s rooms to shame. The Darkling looked at you nervously, awaiting a reaction. You smiled at him and beckoned him to join you. “It’s beautiful.” You said happily, a smile growing across your husband’s face in return. He sat down in his place next to you, and for a moment the two of you just sat there and took in the view. This was your status now. Sovereigns of your very own nation, with thrones to call your own. You got up from your seat, enjoying the Darkling’s eyes on you. You stepped in front of him and slowly curtsied, conjuring your best demure expression. “Moi soverennyi.” You breathed out, looking at him from beneath your lashes. He chuckled, but you didn’t miss the hunger flashing in his eyes. You had decided to stick with his old title and have people address you as such, too. Nostova felt like it had outgrown the concept of Kings and Queens, but you and your husband both still undeniably held the power over the state. Feeling bold in the dark of the night, you sank into your husband’s lap. He was quick to pull you close, put his arms around you. “How improper you are, my lady.” You stifled a laugh. “I had to see if yours is comfortable, too, didn’t I?” He chuckled and littered kisses against your jaw, your cheek, your neck. “I can’t even tell you with how much joy it fills me to see you so happy here. Ilona, too.” Still smiling, you played with fingers. “I am happy.” You confirmed. “Happy we finally have made our place in the world. Made it ours. At the perfect timing, too.” You felt Aleksander start at that, and he turned you in his lap so he could look at your face. “What do you mean?” He looked confused, and a bit scared. Deciding he could stay like that for a moment, you just took him in, smoothed his hair back. He was beautiful. Powerful, dangerous, yours. “Don’t you feel it?” It wouldn’t hurt him to tease him a bit more. Just like he always did when he wanted to feel what you felt he sought out the touch of your skin on his- and shuddered. “Oh my.” He whispered and touched you again as if to make sure. “My love!” His gaze locked with yours, wide with surprise. Then, the most brilliant smile split his sometimes eternal frown. “Is it really-?” You nodded and placed a hand on your belly. “Ilona will have her first sibling soon.” With that, Aleksander started frantically talking. “I must have been so distracted by all the planning that I haven’t even noticed it, I can’t believe it! Our second child! For how long! We must make preparations at once, call a Healer-” Tears of joy in your eyes, you shut him up with a kiss on the lips. “I’ve already talked to Asa, the same healer as last time. He figures I’m about four moons along. So there’s still plenty of time for us to prepare.” Aleksander just looked at you completely starstruck for a moment. “I love you.” He finally murmured. You smiled, placing your hand on top of his on your belly. “I love you more.”

Soon after, your first son would be born. Your lovely little boy, named Kiran. Ilona was completely smitten with him, just like you and your husband. After him, four more children followed. Some were sun summoners like you, some shadow summoners like your beloved husband, some both, like Ilona. But all of them would gain legendary status throughout the centuries. They would travel the world, help settle conflicts between the neighbouring countries that rose and fell as if in the blink of an eye. Nostova, on the contrary, remained eternal. Like you and your husband. Its peace had allowed Grisha to grow stronger than ever, and your nation now counted many thousand people as its citizens. Sometimes, your children would visit you in your capital. Some of them had settled down there, too, like Ilona. She had married a heartrender, and their children came to play with you and your husband on Sundays. Your life had become gentle, and kind. You could see it in your husband’s face, too, every day. Only the boldest of kings and queens dared threaten your home, and it barely happened for any of them to follow through with their threats. Neither you nor your husband had any regular fighting or defending to do. You had been allowed to devote yourselves to ruling justly and fair, raise a healthy nation. In the mornings, you stood by your bedroom’s window and watched young Grisha train the use of their powers. In the evenings, you fell asleep side by side, still giggling about the day’s happenings just like when you had both been young and restless. Grisha from all over the world had found peace. And so had you.

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