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daitranscripts · 2 years

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Skyhold Conversations

Hawke

Skyhold Masterpost Related Quest: Here Lies the Abyss

Hawke: Inquisitor.

1 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: You fought Corypheus? [2]

Investigate (Hawke sided templars): You’re no longer [viscount/viscountess]? [3]

Investigate (Hawke sided mages): Where have you been? [4]

Investigate: Tell me about Anders. [5]

Investigate: What happened in Kirkwall? [6]

Investigate: Why are you alone? [7]

Investigate: What has Varric told you? [8]

General: Nothing now. [9]

2 - Investigate: You fought Corypheus? PC: You said you thought you killed Corypheus? Hawke: He was imprisoned by the Grey Wardens. He needed my blood to break the seals and free himself. And I didn’t just think I killed him. When the fight was done, he was dead on the ground. Maybe his tie to the blight brought him back, or maybe it’s old Tevinter magic… but he was dead. I swear it. Hawke (Hawke found Malcom’s will): The Grey Wardens had him imprisoned. They used my father’s blood in a ritual to seal Corypheus inside. But he could still reach out and influence the Warden’s thoughts. He sent them after me. [Back to 1]

3 - Investigate: You’re no longer [viscount/viscountess]? PC: Why did you step down as [viscount/viscountess]? Hawke: The templars started using a dangerous new form of lyrium. It’s red and very powerful. PC (allied templars): The templars serving Corypheus were using red lyrium. I stopped most of them. PC (allied mages): The templars serving Corypheus at Haven were using red lyrium. Hawke: It made the templars in Kirkwall paranoid. Eventually they came after me. I left Kirkwall to find out more. I never imagined it would lead me to Corypheus. Hawke (if asked again): I told you that the templars in Kirkwall were using red lyrium. It made them paranoid, and eventually they turned on us. [Back to 1]

4 - Investigate: Where have you been? PC: Where did you go after the mages rebelled? Hawke: I heard the Chantry might be sending an Exalted March to Kirkwall to put down the rebellion. Hawke (Anders lived): We thought that leaving would save lives and divide her forces to hunt for us. But all the Circles were rising up by then. We helped a lot of them take that final step. Hawke (Anders died): I hoped that leaving would save lives and force the Divine to divide her forces to come after me. As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered. All the Circles started rising up, and the Exalted March never came. [Back to 1]

5 - Investigate: Tell me about Anders. PC: I’d like to know more about Anders. What was he like?

Hawke didn’t support Anders: Hawke: I don’t know if there was ever just an “Anders.” Hawke (friends with Anders): There was a voice in him, driving him towards justice for the mages, so loud that it drowned everything out. Even me. Hawke (rivals with Anders): He was crazy. By the end, there was nothing left in him except this insane need to start a war no one could win.

If Hawke supported Anders: Hawke: Complicated. It’s not like the minstrels make it out to be. Hawke (Anders died): He wasn’t just a monster or a martyr. Or maybe he was both. He was trying to change the world. He knew it couldn’t happen peacefully. Hawke (Anders alive): He’s not a monster or a hero. Or maybe he’s both. He was trying to change the world. He knew it couldn’t happen peacefully.

Dialogue options:

Special (Hawke romanced Anders): Were you in love? [10]

[Back to 1]

10 - Special: Were you in love? PC: I heard you two were… close. Hawke (Anders died): Yes. But when he went mad… I couldn’t stop what he did. I could only put him down. Hawke (Anders alive, disapproved of Anders’ actions): When someone betrays you like that… it takes a long time to get past it. I don’t know if we ever have. But I can’t just give up on him. He’d be here now if it was anyone after me but the Wardens. Hawke (Anders alive, supported Anders’ actions): I never wanted to leave him like this. If it was anyone after me but the Wardens… Anders used to be a Grey Warden. I couldn’t risk exposing him to whatever they’re going through. It went… poorly the first time we met Corypheus. [Back to 1]

6 - Investigate: What happened in Kirkwall? PC: Varric said you were the Champion of Kirkwall. I’ve only heard a little about what happened there. Hawke: What happened at Kirkwall was the same thing that happened everywhere. Fearful of blood magic and abominations, the templars brutally suppressed the Circle… And in their desperation to survive, the mages turned to blood magic or became abominations. Finally, a rebel mage named Anders destroyed Kirkwall’s chantry, and everything came tumbling down.

Dialogue options:

Special: You knew Anders. [1]]

[Back to 1]

11 - Special: You knew Anders. PC: I heard that Anders was your friend. What was he like? [5]

7 - Investigate: Why are you alone? PC: I heard you had family and friends in Kirkwall. Where are they now? Hawke (sibling became a Warden): My [brother/sister]’s a Grey Warden. I had my friend Aveline take [him/her] as far from Orlais as possible. Hawke (sibling did not go to the Deep Roads): When the Wardens began acting strangely, I had my friend Aveline take my [brother/sister] out of the Free Marches. Hawke (Isabella romance): Isabella and I never believed in being tied down. When I had to go into hiding, she understood. We’ll see each other again. Until then, she’ll be having fun. But hopefully not too much fun. Hawke (Merrill romance): Merrill is helping elven refugees who were displaced by the war. I didn’t want to take her away from that. Merrill’s spent enough time fighting fer her life with me. Hawke (Fenris romance): Fenris would have killed himself to protect me. I didn’t want to give him that chance. Hawke (Sebastian romance): Sebastian is the Chantry advisor in Starkhaven. The throne is still in contention there. Without him, it would be open war among the noble families. He’d have dropped everything to come with me, but he’d have hated himself for doing it. Hawke (Anders romance, Anders alive): I’m never really happy leaving Anders alone, but once I realized the Wardens were acting strangely, I had no choice. I’ve seen Corypheus affect Anders’ mind before. If he was involved, I couldn’t risk it happening again. Hawke (no romance): There’s hardly anyone left, really. My uncle Gamlen’s still in Kirkwall, but everyone else I used to know? They’ve pretty much scattered to the winds. [Back to 1]

8 - Investigate: What has Varric told you? PC: I assume Varric’s been feeding you information about the Inquisition? What did he say about me? Hawke: Only good things, I promise. I was a little surprise, actually. Varric isn’t one for religion in general, but he thinks highly of the Inquisition. Hawke (Varric low/neutral PC approval): I think the exact phrase was “ has a good shot at fixing Blondie’s mess.” Hawke (Varric positive PC approval): And you. [Back to 1]

9 - General: Nothing now. PC: We’ll talk later. Hawke: Right. Hawke: Later, then.

Scene ends.

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nevenabadr · 3 years

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50 Shades of You! Tom Hiddleston X Female! Reader

Note: This is my first ever fanfiction for Tom Hiddleston. I have not written fiction for ages. English is not my first language.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

“I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

–Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Word count: 2660

Warnings: Romance, sweet words, and smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 💚

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During the summer Cambridge University was having a conference "Gothic Elements In John Milton's Paradise Lost." As you the young professor of literature, the coordinate manager suggested that the University alumnus could join for not just attending, but acting a piece of the tragedy. Amongst the candidates was the Classic department graduate and famous actor, Tom Hiddleston.

You know that he might have scheduled issues or time conflicts, but you suggested the committee email him. To your surprise, he accepted the offer.

The scene of choice was casting the devil out of hell.

On the stage during the conference eve, you did not have the perfect time to watch him, but you took a glimpse of acting from far.

He even caught your show and face attending the rehearsals.

The conference day was pressuring. You were trying to get everything right, in the middle of your so-close meltdown. A voice brought you to reality, "Hello, is this professor Y/N)?"

You turned to find the British handsome alumni smiling peacefully at you. "Yes, how can I help you?"

"Indeed, I am the one offering help." As he adjusted his glasses, I asked the committee manager to take upon some errant backstage. Maybe I can assist with the front ceremony?"

"Of course," you paused for a moment, "can you help me with the dinner's seats arrangement? My assistant is absent and I have to print and arrange them myself."

"Just show me a computer and all will be done."

Both of you took your time arranging an evening missing up some seats.

"Here comes my name. You will be seated with the professors, of course!" He was busy putting name tags over the table.

"Oh! Don't remind me." You replied as if it is a conversation with an old friend and continued "the Classic department and Literature."

"They might start a war." Both of you started laughing

"I have an idea." He took a tag from his table and moved yours next to his. "Now you will be with a friend"

The presentations finished, you had to go for the gym showers to change and wear your conference and dinner dress.

By the time you arrived, the scene from the tardy was about to be played. You took your place in the front seat.

Tom was playing Satan. He noticed that you were reciting the lines with him. He even almost smiles at you. Could not hold himself from looking at you in the front row while playing the scene of...

"All is not lost; the unconquerable Will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield; (And what is else not to be overcome?) That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me to bow and sue for grace With suppliant knee and deify his power, Who from the terror of his arm so late Doubted his empire[.] (I, 106–114)"

Your facial expressions captured his eyes, the movement of your lips and then the flame of your applause.

At the dinner, he was interested to hear all about your work and writings. His eyes could not able to leave you.

By the end of the dinner, he walked you to your car, "this was lovely, thank you for tonight"

You smiled at him, "thank you for accepting our invitation."

You shake hands and opened your car door like the gentleman he is.

"Would you like to go out with me, for a coffee? Books and coffee, maybe." He did not hesitate to ask.

"I would love to. You already have my number within the conference contact information." You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

As your car drove away, he knew he was up for an adventure.

Three months later, you are happily dating and sharing sweet kisses. He suggested a film marathon. Each week one of you chose a topic.

That Saturday's topic was Russian Literature and you had to add: "or inspired by it"

"Excuse me, but Tolstoy has no comparison!" He grimaced

"Shadow and Bones, love!" You teased him, "it the Netflix adaption of the era"

"After Anna Karenina, please," he sounded like an old professor.

"Alright then, deal." You tickled him and kissed his lips softly

Both of you enjoyed Anna Karenina, however, you were crying in his arms.

"That dreadful ending."

He hugged you "Hey, Shadow and Bones will make it up to you, let me make extra popcorn." Once again, he kissed you.

He came back with popcorn that will at least survive three episodes. You snuggled between his arms.

"Look at Alexie, how he said 'Make me your villain.'"

You were swooning as a fangirl.

"I beg your pardon, I am literally a villain," he complained

Oh! I would literally," stressing upon the last word, "let him have me"

His face was irritated and you not coming close to making love made him anxious, that you might not be ready. He never inquired about you.

You caressed his tummy, "hey, a penny for your thoughts, sir." It sounded like one of the Jack the Ripper prostitutes, about which you have constantly been talking.

His voice evolved deeper and his eyes did not leave yours "your deepest sexual desire. What do you crave?"

Comparing to your age, you were nervous and inexperienced. "My life was spent between books. I..."

He did not let you continue speaking and took your lips between his drawing your body closer to him, uttering between his hot kisses "I am not just a villain" his lips made the earth move "I am a God" whispering against the sport skin of your nick " a king" his hands were moving down the same tomes his lips reached the line of your bosom whilst his hand slides prevailed touching down pussy and dug his fingers driving you till the edge.

"I want you," you whispered between your soft moans.

He neglected your cravings and maintained his rhythm, watching your complexion and closed eyes till you arched your back in awe.

You collapsed between his arms heavily breathing "that was extremely wonderful, but I need you"

He kissed your lips playfully. "you are a delicious girl, Y/N, but..."

You hashed him with a kiss that he pulled from "if your life was between books, I want you to write me your deepest desire."

"Darling, it was a series, Alexie is fictional." You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Fictional or not, he is a man, you are paying for this."

He was deadly serious "write me your longing."

You laugh "What? Like the 50 Shades of Y/N?"

He gazed into your eyes "aiming to please and punish you, darling, avenging my honour"

The next morning when you were with your family on Sunday's lunch, he opened an email titled "50 Shades of Y/A"

The content was as follows:

"You!"

He grinned to himself and determined to show her how fiction can become real.

Your week was busy. He had signed a new contract for a mini-series and was supposed to film soon.

Not replying to your email made you nervous, even went meeting for dinner. He was quiet about it.

You checked your sent box millions of times to make sure it arrived. Still, you knew he was busy working, and you were busy with the finals coming soon.

Thursday’s dinner, nothing yet, nothing but gaggling and discussing your days and current reads.

"Darling, we did not decide this week's marathon"

He did not take his eyes off the menu "Are not you having a big family week, you should go" he was confident and calm.

Deep inside you wanted to grab his neck and jiggle him, but for the lady you are and the restaurant, you were calm.

"Wonderful!"

The dinner was over; he drove you home, kissed you goodnight.

Saturday morning, a ringing at your door. Apparently, you received a package, a big one.

You kept thinking that some books might have come early from your publisher. Unwrapping it to a surprise satin 1950 coat with Ruby red entourage and black heels.

There was also a note, she recognised the handwriting:

"Wear nothing but this for your punishment. If other pieces were found upon your body, then fear my fury and vengeance.

Love,

So, it was her version of Mr Grey. But have you ever been ready to comply with anyone?"

Suddenly, a message arrived on your phone

"Reminder, a black will pick you tonight at 8, don't disobey me, Princess."

Your heel clicked on the floor as a man dressed in an old fashion suit opened the car for you. The windows were blacked out, so you did not see where it was heading.

"Welcome, Princess," he greeted you as if you were royalty, "My master is awaiting your presence."

You took his hands. The place was carved out of one of your favourite dark fantasies, a mansion with gargoyles, dark lighting, and a vast garden.

You could not believe your eyes. Tom knew your deepest desires indeed.

But that is not the end.

The inside was as of a dark enchantment with deep red flowers and candles. The servant showed you the way to a dining room fit for a feast. Tom was not there.

"My master requires you to await his arrival." The servant bowed and left.

You were like a child been left inside her favourite toyshop. The ornaments, the lighting, and even the shapes of the food. That aesthetic you only could dream of but never reach.

"Enjoying yourself already?" You turned to find your man dressed in a black Victorian suit. His face was shaved, shorter hair, no glasses. Just all of the handsome glory.

You took a step forward "no princess, I shall come for you"

He kissed your hand and then sat on the table's head, while it sat on the opposite side and faced you away indeed.

"Are you pleased, princess?" He raised his glass of red wine.

"Yes, my Prince." You smile.

"In here, you shall address me as your king." His eyes lit with fire, and his voice was harsh.

You played along and raised an eyebrow "my king."

"This is not a game, princess, you are my prisoner"

You dined quietly, as he did not drop his eyes from you.

"Enjoying yourself?"

You flirted "deeply, my king"

He left his chair and came closer to you, his fingers left your chain so you can gaze into your eyes.

He asked, "care for a dance?"

You smiled "I would love to."

You stepped forward and took his hand to a ballroom, just for you and him, the dark king.

The following piece of music was sensual and moving.

"The coat, princess, I want to see nothing but heels on your body,"

You obeyed the king, but for a tick. When you took it off, underneath it a short emerald green strapless corset dress tight upon the curves of your body and pushed your bosoms to their glory.

He grinned and his eyes darken "looking for further punishment, I suppose?"

"Anything to please the king." You took his hand and kissed it. He did not expect it.

He turned furiously and the next song was romantic. He wrapped his arms around you once again, waltz, you sneaky woman, deserved joy before being punished.

Twirling you on the dance floor like the earth has no one but the two of you.

By the end, he carried you "to my chambers, little one"

You were nervous and anxious. What if he did not like what was underneath the dress?

He entered a candlelight room with a four-poster bed in the centre. The curtains of the bed were black and emerald.

He laid you in bed, kissing your lips and playing with your hair.

His breathing was heating against your skin.

"You won't miss that dress, will you, princess?"

He did not wait for your reply as he lifted a dagger amongst the layers of his suit and cut the corset down to the last piece of the dress.

You wore nothing else. You were lying exposed as he stood to look upon your naked curves for the first time.

You spontaneously tried to cover your bosom and private parts.

"No, do not you dare" he was angry and you could not distinguish reality from fantasy.

You throw the rest of the dress away. Hands laying by your head and he stood there for a juncture, gazing at every inch of your body.

"Turn," he ordered angrily as if the soul of Loki took over him, "I said, turn"

You nearly dropped tears "here my king"

You felt the softness of his lips upon your delicate shoulders.

Kissing the line of your spine. He knows this will work like magic. You tickle from your back, now trying to lick you, taste you, slap you.

He flipped you to face him. You were sobbing. He could hear it under your moans.

"You are not a princess, you are not a queen."

He wipes her tears from her cheek "you are a goddess and I am your slave."

You giggled between your tears, wrapping your arms around his neck "my king"

"Your, slave" As his voice became softer, he hushed you with a finger.

He kissed every inch of your body. You were playing with his short blonde locks.

"Let me worship your bosom, my goddess" he kissed, licked and played with your nipples and cupped your bosoms gently.

Kissing down till he reached your pussy, "Let me worship your temple" as he licked your clitoris.

You were moaning loader now

“Not this time, my king I want you inside me."

"Alright, as the pleasure of my goddess, I shall obey."

He adjusted his weight on you and asked, "wider for me, my goddess of beauty"

You opened for him as he enters you for the first time. You let out a loud breath "are you alright" he took your hands between his.

"Continue, my king."

He is just thrusting himself gently inside you. Your moans filling the room

"I am a villain, a king, a god, and a man"

Your hands were free to run along his back as he continued, "a man, no, a slave for my goddess"

You were moving with him and moaning louder, "my king, what else?"

Thursinting himself harder and moving with a faster pace.

"My goddess, the sculptures of beauty," between his breathing and moaning "Da Vinci would not be able to capture your grace"

You were kissing as your nail dug inside his shoulders.

His last whispers as moving himself inside your pussy which was clutching around his manhood. He moved with pace, as you rocked your lap against him

"I will live in thy heart," kissing your lips as you bite his lower lip between your steamy breath. "Die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.”

He was going faster now and you were in tremendous awe and your skin was heating up with your pleasure.

"Look at me goddess" you were closing your eyes as you become close to you your orgasm "look at me," he ordered

"I love thee, Tom," you said as your pussy was clutching around his manhood and trembling underneath him. His enormous climax followed your orgasm.

You were shaking. He used his hands to keep himself from crushing you with his weight.

He rested his forehead on yours till both of you caught your breath. Gently took you between his arms as resting on his side "and I love thee, Y/N"

kissed you and as you were falling asleep, yet muttered, "I made you my villain, did not I?"

He giggles, "I beg your pardon, your God, King, and lover"

You kissed for the last time of that night and snuggle between peacefully each other's arms.

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nikakistos · 3 years

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The mindset of Eren Yeager: The reason he rumbled the World

The topic I will be analyzing this time is Eren Yeager’s decisions and motivations in the final arc of the series. Many words have been said about our main protagonist, especially after his appearance in the final chapter, which made many question him and his actions. Given the dialogue between him and Armin it is not really hard to understand why. Isayama’s word choices have confused many fans. So, here I am. Trying to explain to the best of my ability what was going through Eren’s mind. Of course, I might be wrong. There have been many interpretations of the character after all, not to mention that Isayama will be releasing a character book the next month, which might explain things better. But, seeing as I will be in the army at the time, I figured I should write this now and compare my view to Isayama’s later on.

To begin with, we have to answer a very important question. What was Eren wish and what kind of life did he want to live? This question can easily be answered just by looking at Mikasa and Armin, Eren’s two most beloved people. These two represent what Eren wants out of life. Armin is responsible for Eren’s desire to be free. The outside world for Eren is freedom. Mikasa on the other hand represents Eren’s desire to be loved. She is his home to return to. You see, these two desires perfectly correspond with the visions Eren shared with his two friends in the paths. He used the paths to see with Armin all the places from Armin’s book that they imagined back when they were kids and he used the paths to live with Mikasa the life they never had the chance to live in the real world. Eren himself says he doesn’t want to die. He wants to live with Mikasa and everyone else. This is the kind of life he wants.

But he couldn’t. And it wasn’t because of some supernatural force that guided his own actions and prohibited him from making another decision. No. It was because of his personality and the circumstances he found himself in. After Eren saw the future his attitude changed. He was by far more silent and sad than usual. He saw himself committing mass-genocide. He also learnt that the world was not what he imagined it to be. Eren wanted the world to be just like Armin’s book described. Empty of humans, but full of beautiful places. However, between himself and his dream stood enemies. Countless people who had never seen them, all wishing them dead. The outside world had betrayed his expectations. For him, all these people that stood between him and his dream were just like the walls in Paradis. An obstacle. This is why, despite knowing that the Rumbling went against the justice he was supposedly fighting for, he decided to complete it. Deep down, he hated this world and he wanted to burn it down. This is in part due to his idea of freedom. For Eren, freedom is living your life the way you want it to, without ever taking orders from anyone. Doing whatever you want. This is why he was surprised by Levi’s follower attitude towards Erwin. With all his strength, he expected Levi to be the freest person in the legion. A world that continued to chain him down and disappoint him was something Eren could not tolerate. And when he got the power, he just wanted to erase it. He was free to do so. It is no coincidence that the panel of his father saying to him “you are free” appears at the same time that Eren reveals his desire to destroy the world. This burning desire of his to erase the world contradicts his view on people being special because they were born in it. If this world makes people special just because they were born in it, then why the fuck would you completely destroy it Eren? Well, that’s exactly the point. Eren’s though process is entirely irrational. That’s true for all humans to a degree. Our deepest and darkest desires are irrational. The part of Eren that wanted to bring the Apocalypse, just because the world wasn’t like he wanted it to be is exactly that. Eren had to choose between what was just and what made him feel free. He chose the latter.

Moving on to the more rational side of his motivations for doing the Rumbling. That is the safety of his friends and his island. Eren genuinely cared for all of his friends. Mikasa and Armin were special, but he also cared for Historia, Jean, Connie, Sasha etc. He even cared for fucking Floch. And, obviously he cared for the island that he was raised in. He couldn’t just let the world annihilate them. This is like, the core of his ideology. If you fight, you might survive. If you just roll over, then you get fucked. Eren is not the type to get fucked. However, this did not mean that Eren wouldn’t opt for a different solution if a better option presented itself. After all, he did appear in the speech given by the Organization that protected the rights of the Eldians. The first problem here is that when Eren saw the memories of the future he had just 8 years left to live. Zeke had 5. Eren was displeased with this lack of time. The second problem was that he was stuck with a hilariously incompetent leadership. The leadership of Paradis failed spectacularly in finding a good solution and wasted half of Eren’s remaining lifespan. At the rate the Survey Corps were progressing, Zeke would have died and without him they wouldn’t be able to use the Founding Titan at all. Additionally, none of the solutions they tried to find were exactly great. The 50 Y.P. required the sacrifice of Historia and her line, without ensuring with 100% certainty the eternal existence of Eldia. Since Eren cared about Historia and the island, he couldn’t accept such a proposal. The rest of the Survey Corps felt the same way. Hizuru on the other hand didn’t help them at all and Hange’s plan to approach the Organization that wanted to protect the rights of the Eldians failed spectacularly. Eren was left out of options.

The biggest turn off for him though was the revelation of Zeke’s real plan. When Yelena learnt that the SC would visit Marley she approached Eren and told him all about Zeke’s euthanasia and how to contact him. From this point on, Eren really had no other option left to save Paradis. If the meeting with the Eldian Rights Organization were to fail then he would have no choice but using Zeke’s blood, especially given his brother’s limited lifespan. He would never get another chance to visit Marley, nor was it certain that Zeke and he would manage to make contact. Worst case scenario, Zeke dies before meeting Eren, Colt gets the Beast, the Global Alliance attacks Paradis and they get fucked. Or, the SC somehow manage to find a serum to turn Historia into a dumb Titan, have Mikasa and Levi alongside Eren restrain her and use the Rumbling anyway, while also having sacrificed Historia.

Things might have been different if Eren had actually decided to talk about the future he saw. Knowing what would happen if they didn’t try hard enough, might have made the Corps work harder. Of course, Eren just couldn’t predict the outcome of such a decision, so he decided to stay quiet, since, as established above, deep down he wanted to destroy the world.

Eren’s decision in the end came down to this: either he destroys the world or he says “fuck all” and elopes with Mikasa. He loved her enough to abandon everything and live his last few years peacefully with her. His dream about the outside world, Armin, Historia, Paradis, he was ready to turn his back to all of them just so he could selfishly survive with Mikasa. However, both he and Mikasa are incredibly shy people who can’t quite express their feelings easily. So, instead of telling her that he was in love with her, he left it all to her. To top it all off, he framed the question in such a way, that gave her the chance to pick an easy answer, without risking rejection. Then they got interrupted and the rest is history. He said fuck it and accepted his fate.

Attack on Titan’s world does operate under a fixed timeline. Destiny exists. Ever since Ymir became a titan up to Mikasa killing Eren was predetermined. They were meant to happen, exactly as they happened. However, the reason for that is not entirely supernatural. It is just that the personalities of each and every major character led to the result we saw. It is entirely because Eren cared about his friends and because he dreamt of freedom that he chose to rumble the world. It is his and Mikasa’s shyness that robbed them of a future together. Ymir had nothing to do with all that. It wasn’t Ymir who made the Santa Titan dumb enough to not bite Eren properly, nor was she the one who made the Azumabito clan greedy as hell or the Marleyans imperialists.

Eren knew what he would do and this of course played a major role in his decisions. But nobody forced him to do it. And, more than anything, he also knew why. Deep down, he knew. Eren decided Rumble the world, because he wanted his friends and island to be safe and because he hated the world. Eren accepted his fate, because he was left with no choice that he liked, time was running out and because Mikasa didn’t give him the right answer. The result? 80% of humanity dead, some of his friends dead, the ones who survived are mostly well, with Mikasa being the saddest one. The world is slowly marching to war, with the Yeagerists having regrouped and Armin and the co are trying to prevent this. The island’s survival is by no means guaranteed.

Was it all for nothing? I don’t think so. Eren saved Paradis for some time, giving the chance to Armin to save humanity. After all, he did tell him so himself. Eren believed that with the Rumbling leaving the world in the state we saw, Armin would be able to find a solution. The series seems to imply that this is what will eventually happen.

In the end, Eren acted just like himself. Just like he told Falco. His reasons are not that complicated. He kept moving forward, because he was seeing something beyond this hell. We know now what that something was. His actions make total sense. It is just that his deep desire to end the world is rooted in his own childish view of freedom and of the world. In a story about children who need to become adults, Eren remained a child. His two friends on the other hand didn’t. Armin accepted his role as the Commander of the Survey Corps and despite the world not being what he wanted it to be, still fought to protect it from the person he once wished to explore this earth with. Mikasa accepted her role as a guardian of humanity and not Eren’s, like she believed herself to be, and despite wanting to share her life with Eren, she killed him. Eren saved Mikasa and Armin. This is his legacy. A world without titans.

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The Weight of Us

Summary: Dinah’s potion goes to work as Michael ponders his decisions and his relationships with those he cares for.

Word Count: 4333

A/N: An extra long chapter to make up for the length between the previous chapter and this one! Hi friends, happy new year and welcome to another chapter of Mad Love. The prior chapters will be linked below, so if you haven’t had the time to catch up, now’s your chance! Thank you so much for sticking with me on this ride; feedback, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated if you enjoyed.

If Michael’s in agony from merely watching the effects of Dinah’s potion on you, he can’t imagine the agony that you’re experiencing. Although the voodoo queen had mixed a powerful sleeping draught in with the hopes of making the process easier, Satan’s power can easily overwhelm even the strongest of magic users. It’s engulfed Cordelia Goode, Supreme of the witches, as well as Dinah. Michael, too, has found himself bowing to his father’s whims like a flimsy tree branch in a summer storm. For you, a mortal with no remarkable powers, removing Satan’s magic from your mind and body is especially difficult.

There are periods where it looks as if you’re peacefully sleeping, but those are few and far between for the twelve hours that you lie unconscious. Michael refuses to leave your side, even when it seems his heart is being physically torn from his chest from your agonizing screams that pierce the air and the way you thrash on the bed as if tormented from a nightmare that you can’t wake up from. He wants nothing more than to take your pain away, and it tears him apart to know that he can’t. It especially hurts to know that he’s the cause of this pain: not only because you’re his wife, but because he’s the one who got fed up and went to Satan in the first place. Michael doesn’t even know what’s truly going on in your mind, Satan’s wards still clouding any of the thoughts that were once so easy for him to pick up on.

Somewhere, deep within the recesses of your mind that Satan was not able to lay claim to, you note that you’ll have to thank Dinah for the potency of her potion. You also decide that, if you survive this, you’re going to march yourself down to Hell and give Satan the beating of a lifetime. Although there are times where you are genuinely asleep, they are rare. All you feel is pain. A blinding pain that makes it feel as if every nerve in your body has ignited into flames that are persistent, yet slow-burning.

Being burned alive from the inside out, however, doesn’t compare to what you’re sure is your brain tearing itself apart. The potion and Satan’s influence are waging a nuclear war in your mind, attempting to restore your psyche and mold it to the will of an foreign entity, respectively. It’s almost like you’re a ragdoll that’s being tugged between two petulant children, nearly losing an arm while having no say in what’s going on.

There are times where you almost believe that you can hear Michael crying, pleading with you to come back to him. While it’s a nice thought, the Antichrist begging, you believe it to be simply a pain-induced delusion. After all, the demons that dance in your head and burn you at the stake, the seven-headed monsters rising out of the sea and devouring you whole, the inky blackness that envelops you and leaves you blind to find the source of the deep, otherworldly laughter that rings in your ears for hours and hours; those are delusions, mere imagination working your pain into farcical scenarios. What’s more farcical than Michael Langdon crying and begging?

Just as suddenly as you were pulled into the waves by the sharp pain in your chest, you’re thrust back onto the shore with one last jolt of pain. Your eyes open slowly, cautious of any of the creatures that your mind had conjured up journeying with you back to the land of the living. The first thing that you notice upon your vision clearing is Michael.

He’s sitting in a chair next to you, head down on the mattress and hands clasping tightly onto your left hand. It looks as if he’s asleep, but he immediately sits up upon feeling your fingers flex within his grip. His eyes are wide and glassy, dark circles under his eyes completing the look. His beautiful blond locks are disheveled, and you would make a joke about interrupting his beauty sleep were it not for the confusion you’re experiencing right now.

“(Y/N),” Michael breathes, not believing his own eyes. “How--how are you feeling?”

“I’m...I’m feeling,” you’re about to say ‘okay,’ but the unexpected lurching of your stomach erases that thought, “like I’m going to throw up,” you gasp, sheer will keeping you from puking all over the blankets on the bed.

Thankfully, Michael does not think twice before producing a bucket out of thin air and placing it in your lap. You clutch at it like one would clutch a life preserver while bobbing in the middle of an ocean, your knuckles going white from the strain as you lean over the bucket and proceed to lose the contents of your stomach.

As Michael keeps your hair pulled away from your face with one hand while using the other to rub circles on your back, you’re struck with the similarity between this and the occasion where you threw up just outside of the Murder House’s property. You’re still invariably confused, but the comfort of Michael’s presence helps to ease the confusion as you continue to throw up until you have nothing left.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter between gasps of air, looking at Michael with a flushed face and watery eyes.

“This is a good thing. It means that your body is fully rejecting any sort of hold that Satan has over you.”

Once it seems that your vomiting has stopped, with nothing left in you for your body to expel, a simple wave of Michael’s hand is all that it takes to send the now-ruined bucket back to wherever it came from. He helps ease you back against the pillows, pressing a damp cloth to your forehead to help cool your burning skin.

“Michael,” you ask, “what happened?”

He chooses to ignore your question, instead handing you a water bottle. “You need to drink some water.”

You comply, considering you’re actually very thirsty and your throat burns from the bile that crawled its way up. Drinking half the bottle in a few quick seconds, you look expectantly at Michael. “Happy?”

“I am now.”

“Tell me what happened.” It’s difficult to try and force Michael to do something that he does not want to do, and you almost think he’s going to change the subject once again before he places his hand on top of yours.

“What’s the last thing you really remember?”

“Going to your Cooperative event. After that, everything just feels like some weird, vague dream.” Dread slowly seizes at your heart. “You’re scaring me. What happened at the event?”

“It...seems as though Satan managed to influence your mind. You had left to go and get some air, although I don’t know if you remember that.”

“Vaguely.”

“While you were out there, a waitress, who was possessed by my father, gave you a drink that he had, for lack of a better word, poisoned. It’s my fault; I should have been more vigilant, especially after what had happened with Satan making his displeasure obvious to you.”

“What did he do to me?” Your voice comes out as a mere whisper, and you’re a little worried that you might throw up again.

“He,” Michael’s voice breaks, and he takes a moment to compose himself, “actually, you know what? Say something mean about me.”

You can’t help but look at him like he’s crazy. “What?”

“Say something mean about me! You already do it unprompted, so this shouldn’t be an issue now.”

“Okay, first of all, I would hardly say that they’re ‘mean.’ I prefer to call them well-timed, mini-masterpieces of the English language. Second,” a slow grin spreads across your face, “your sleep deprivation must be affecting more than just your looks, because I’m pretty sure you’ve officially lost all of your marbles if you’re asking me to come up with verbal barbs.”

With a choked laugh that sounds like it’s mixed with a sob, Michael lunges onto the bed and wraps you in his arms. Somehow, you’re even more confused than you were when you first woke up, but you welcome the change in his demeanor.

“Aw, you finally learned how to hug.” Michael squeezes you tighter, and now you’re laughing too, although you’re not sure why either of you are laughing.

“I’ve never been so pleased to hear you make jokes at my expense.” He pulls away from you while still keeping hold of your arms. “(Y/N), Satan took hold of your mind. Basically, for lack of a better term, he slipped you a glorified love potion.”

“A...love potion?” He nods. “How did you find out?”

“You were very affectionate, and originally I had assumed that you had consumed too much alcohol.”

“That does sound like something I would do when drunk.”

“It was only when you, um, attempted to seduce me and subsequently confessed your love to me that I figured out that something was wrong.”

“Oh no, did we--”

“No! No, we did not.” Suddenly, the odd scenes from what you originally thought to be an unexpected dream, flashes of hands tugging down the strap of your dress and soft lips pressed against your skin, make sense.

“But we made it to second base.”

“We...didn’t play baseball?”

“Oh my god, you are actually going to kill me.” Rolling your eyes, you sigh heavily. “Second base is--” Michael’s wide, innocent eyes make you feel like you would be the dirtiest person alive for saying that second base is groping, so you choose to mime groping invisible breasts with your hands.

Predictably, Michael turns red. “Oh. Then yes, second base, but no further. Before we could...make it to third--”

“Stop with the baseball innuendos,” you groan.

“After I had removed your bra is when you very passionately told me that you were in love with me. That’s when I stopped.”

There’s so many questions running through your head, but you can’t fully decide on where to start, so you just nod. Michael can tell that you’re attempting to get a grip, and blessedly gives you time. He silently pushes you to drink more water, which you absentmindedly do as you pick at a stray thread on your blanket before finally figuring out a good starting point. “How did you snap me out of it?”

“I called in a favor from a friend of mine.”

“Wait, Dinah Stevens wasn’t just a figment of my imagination?” That was one of the more fanatical parts of what had convinced you was a wild dream. After all, a daytime television queen showing up in the middle of the night has to be something made up.

“No, she was not. Dinah also happens to be the voodoo queen of New Orleans. She made a potion to help counteract and remove the poison that Satan had given you. As of right now, it looks like it worked.”

“Hopefully. I feel like me.” Michael, always able to tell what’s on your mind, remains silent. “Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you call Dinah in the first place?”

“I’m not nearly as powerful as my father, and Dinah has extra power and preternatural beings at her disposal. Think of it as a loophole past Satan’s powers.”

“Okay, that’s cool, but also not what I meant. You...you’ve wanted me to be as in love with you as you are with me since the day we met. According to you, we’re fucking soulmates. You got what you wanted! I mean, according to you, I loved you unconditionally. Why did you give that up?”

“You’re right. I finally had everything I wanted. And I will admit to you that, before I realized what my father had done and you were telling me that you loved me, there was a moment where I was just so thrilled. It felt like all of my dreams were finally coming true. But when you looked at me with your eyes, clouded with the haze of what I’ve come to know as my father’s hold on unwilling subjects, I just--” Michael cuts himself off, standing up from your bed and running a hand over his jaw as he walks towards the opposite wall.

“Michael.” Your voice comes out softly, and you shakily stand up from the bed to check on him. “Hey, it’s okay. You can talk to me.” He flinches when you put your hand on his shoulder, but otherwise doesn’t move.

“You weren’t you anymore.” He whirls around, and you can finally see just how broken this experience has made him. Michael’s eyes are rimmed red, like he’s been crying on and off for a while now. His hair is frizzy, as if his hands have ran through it one too many times. You notice that his hands shake when he holds onto your arms; all signs of an extremely haggard Michael. “All of the things that I love about you--your spirit, your devotion to the people and things you care about, your wit that somehow manages to simultaneously piss me off and endear me to you even more, and how, no matter what, you don’t give up--those were taken away when Satan meddled with your mind.”

“It’s not your fault, Michael.”

He doesn’t hear you. “You’re the only thing in my life that doesn’t have to do with my father. You’re pure, in that aspect. He couldn’t touch you, and I think that’s what made it so easy to fall in love with, not just the idea of you, but the real you. The version of you that my father believes is perfect for me--some Satan-loving bride who lives only to please me--terrified me. It wasn’t you. I’ll take you barging into my office and calling me ‘Mikey’ over what I saw last night every time.”

Not a single word comes to mind as Michael explains his reasoning to you. You can’t decide if you should hit him for getting you into this mess in the first place or if you should thank him for getting you out of said mess. Overwhelmingly, however, you’re struck with the realization that Michael, who has been controlled by Satan his whole life, deliberately went against his father’s wishes. If this would have happened at the beginning of your marriage--if the bonding ritual the night of your wedding would have worked--there’s no doubt in your mind that he would have been ecstatic. Most likely, you would still be under whatever thrall was meant to be put on you then. Now, the dynamic between you two has changed immensely, and you’re not quite sure if that’s good or bad.

“You…” you trail off, swallowing thickly. “Thank you.”

Michael awkwardly clears his throat, not used to sharing vulnerability with anyone. “You should lay back down. You went through a lot, and you need to rest.”

“But I--” A buzzing sound cuts you off, and you glance around the room in confusion.

“Oh!” Crossing over to your nightstand, Michael holds up your charged phone. “Your phone’s been going off pretty often. Obviously, I wasn’t going to check your notifications or respond to any messages, but I did see that your friend Mallory had texted a couple of times.”

With no choice but to crawl back into bed (an appealing option, if you’re being honest), you take your phone from Michael and begin to scroll. You don’t really care about the social media notifications, but you have a shocking amount of texts. There’s a couple from your mother, complimenting your dress from last night and asking if you had fun. You’ve been as vague as possible about Michael, but couldn’t resist showing off how beautiful the dress was.

The majority of the messages, however, come from Mallory and Kate. You let them know that you were going to an event as Michael’s strictly-platonic date and, naturally, they had freaked out. Up until you had been poisoned by Satan, you had been diligently providing them with the requested updates. Naturally, going completely silent had driven your two friends crazy. There’s at least ten messages from each, and that’s not to mention the group chat.

“Are you hungry?” Michael asks, once again doing that weird thing where he senses your needs before you even know what they are.

“Yes, actually.”

“I’ll go see what the staff has made.” It feels a little strange to be alone for the first time in almost a day, so you busy yourself with responding to the group chat instead.

“Sorry for not responding, I ended up eating something bad and getting food poisoning :( Thanks for checking in on me, though.”

It’s barely a minute later before Mallory responds to you, “so...no kissing?”

While you definitely did a little more than kissing last night, you’re not going to tell them that. Before you can text back, Kate replies, “lmao why does that remind me of the guy who says ‘so no head?’”

“No, no kissing,” you text.

“Well shit.”

“Are you feeling better, though?” Mallory asks.

“I’m getting there.” You feel bad for having to be so ambiguous with two of your closest friends, but it’s dangerous for them to know any more.

“Do you want us to come by? Friends are the best cure for food poisoning.”

You let the text go unanswered, setting your phone down next to you as you think about Mallory’s offer. While you would love to have your friends come over, you can’t help but to wonder if inviting them over would invoke more questions than answers. You haven’t exactly told them that you’re living with Michael, and they would inevitably end up freaking out about both that and the size of the home in which you are now living.

Michael pushes the door back open, holding a tray with two steaming bowls on it. “There was soup downstairs, I hope that’s okay.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He hands you a bowl before sitting down next to you with his own.

“You didn’t miss any important messages from your friends, then?”

“No. It was easy enough to tell anyone that asked that I had food poisoning.” You take a sip of the soup, cursing the kitchen staff for their amazing cooking skills that they most likely acquired after selling their souls to Satan. “But…”

“Yes?”

“Kate and Mallory want to come over to see me.”

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Michael says, a clueless look on his face.

“For starters, they don’t know that I live with you. They already think I’m hiding a relationship with you, and the fact that we live together would only solidify that in their minds.”

“You can just tell them that the rent on your apartment was going up, you were in a tough spot, and I offered my home to you,” Michael smirks. “And don’t worry about the size of the home. After all, I am in line to take over my father’s successful business, remember?”

“It won’t bother you that some people know where the Antichrist lives?”

He hesitates. “While that could potentially cause an issue, I don’t see why they would figure out my true lineage just by visiting.”

“So you’re fine with them stopping by?”

Michael sighs, “yes.”

“It’s a good thing the pentagrams and Satanic imagery are all restricted to the rooms that you frequent.”

“Yes, because however would we hide those pentagrams without any sort of supernatural help?” Michael dodges the pillow you throw at him with ease, smiling as he stands from the bed. “If you believe they’re trustworthy, then by all means, invite them over.”

You send the two a text with your address, along with a message warning them that “you guys are going to freak out, but please reserve it for after you get here and I explain some things.” They each respond almost immediately, confirming that they’ll be over in a few minutes. There’s nothing to do but finish the supper that Michael is pointedly staring at in a silent attempt to get you to eat, so you do as requested while engaging in your other favorite activity with Michael: playing iMessage games.

An hour later, the doorbell rings. Since Michael had sent the majority of the staff home when Dinah arrived last night with strict instructions to not come back until Monday, he offers to go and let your friends in. Michael returns with your friends, Mallory with wide eyes and Kate with a grin on her face.

“Do you need anything before I retreat to my room, (Y/N)?” Michael asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Alright,” he smirks, glancing at your awestruck friends. “Text me if that changes.” Michael closes the door as he leaves, and Kate and Mallory immediately jump onto your bed with you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do!” Mallory exclaims before pausing. “Only if you’re feeling better, though.”

You roll your eyes teasingly. “Of course I’m feeling better, or else I wouldn’t have invited you and Kate over.”

“Good.” You’re sandwiched between the two, backs against the headboard as Kate and Mallory settle in beside you. “First things first: you’re living with Michael now?”

“Yeah, what the hell happened to your apartment? And your cat?” Kate asks.

“Okay, my cat is perfectly fine; she just likes Michael more than me now and is currently following him around,” you explain with a laugh. “The reason I had to move is because my landlord was converting the apartments into condos, which meant my rent was going to go through the roof if I stayed there.”

“So where does Michael come into the equation?”

“I wasn’t able to find an apartment in my budget, and he lives alone in this huge house that his father basically gave him. He offered to let me rent from him for less than what I was paying for my apartment, so I took it.”

Mallory cocks an eyebrow. “I know you’ve mentioned it before, but we were also a little drunk that night. How the hell does Michael’s dad have all that money? I saw the black Ferrari in the driveway when we pulled up.”

“I...don’t know.” Not exactly a lie. “His dad’s in business that I couldn’t begin to figure out--”

“Mafia?” Kate interjects.

“No. It’s like, finance or investing, something similar to that. He does lots of buying and selling, from what Michael told me.”

“And he just gives Michael anything he could wish for?”

“I know it seems like he’s just some spoiled rich boy, but he works really hard. His father’s really tough on him, he’s training Michael to take over the business once he steps down.” Again, you’re not lying, but you’re not telling the full truth. You’re not proud of it, but it’s what needs to be done.

“But there’s nothing going on between you two,” Mallory says with a sly smile.

Leaning back, your groan turns to a laugh as Mallory and Kate both sling an arm over your shoulders. “I know what it seems like, but I promise we’re just friends! I was in a tough spot, and Michael offered to help me out. That’s all it is.”

“Does the mystery man who your earlier problems pertained to,” Kate references the advice they had given you after your movie night meltdown, “ and who, although he sounds a lot like Michael, isn’t actually Michael, know that you’re living with another guy.”

“Yes, and he’s fine with it.”

“You two are totally going to kiss.”

“If they haven’t already,” Mallory chimes in.

You visibly cringe. “You guys are making me wish I was still in the throes of food poisoning.”

“You wouldn’t puke on us! You love us too much.”

“Doesn’t change that I would absolutely puke on you if you talk about me and Michael like that again,” you retort. “Aren’t you guys supposed to be making me feel better?”

“We are!” Kate says in a sing-song tone, sticking her tongue out at you before grabbing the remote off of your nightstand and handing it to you. “I bet a heaping dose of Gossip Girl would help cure you.”

“I think you’re right.” Queueing the show up on Netflix, you pick one of your favorite episodes before settling in for quality bonding time with two of your closest friends.

It makes Michael smile to hear the giggling and talking emanating from your room for the rest of the evening. You deserve to be carefree and enjoying time with your friends, especially after what he’s put you through. He knows that he’s going to be in deep trouble with his father, and is honestly shocked his consciousness hasn’t been snatched to Hell yet for a conversation with daddy dearest. He also wonders about how he’s going to tell you that it was he who first sought out Satan’s advice on the matter, and nearly carried out the original plan. Those are worries for tomorrow, though. For now, you’re alive, and living with free will. That’s all that Michael could ever want for you.

Still, he can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Everything seemed alright after you had finally woken up, but he can’t shake the dread that sits heavy in his chest. Maybe it’s because he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, or because there’s complete strangers that haven’t been vetted by the Cooperative in his house.

Whatever the reason, Michael’s anxiety seems to stem from one of your friends-Mallory, he remembers you introducing her as. Something about her seems off, as if there’s a safe surrounding her head that he can’t seem to break through. The energy around her reminds him of energy he’s only felt when faced with Cordelia and her gang of witches, but your friend doesn’t seem to possess any sort of magic that he can feel. It’s troubling, and while Michael trusts you completely, he’s still determined to figure out what Mallory is hiding.

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jenni42085 · 4 years

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Nervous <Five>

Chapter 5

Between the motion of the car, the amount of alcohol in her system, and the warmth from Chris and his jacket Lena was fast asleep by the time they arrived to Chris’ house.

“Lena.” He gentle shakes again. “Lena. We are home.” As he starts to lift her from the car she finally stirs. She tries to fight him but he holds her firmly to his chest. “Just relax. You are ok. I’m not going to drop you.”

“Ok. Just be careful. Don’t hurt yourself I’m not a skinny mini.”

Chris chuckles and kisses the side of her head his beard gently rubs against her skin. “I won’t drop you. I’ve carried much heavier things than you. Just enjoy the ride.”

Once they are inside his house he gently places her on the oversized plush gray couch. He lets Dodger out then joins her in the couch. She reaches out and strokes his hair and beard playfully, “I like the longer hair and the beard.” He nods and kisses her finger tips.

With out any prompts she snuggles closer to him and gives him a kiss on the neck while stroking his hair that he had grown out for Infinity War. He runs his hands up her torso and pulls her closer. “You smell really nice. You know that?”

He pulls his face away from her and gives him a smile, “Well thank you. I can say the same thing about you.”

Lena runs her hand up his chest and takes a deep breath. “I need to change would you mind unzipping me?” It was an innocent request but the look in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip was saying anything but innocent.

She sits up and pulls her ponytail down runs her fingers through her hair and fixes it to her classic messy bun. Chris quickly sat up behind her and slowly unzips her dress. The cool air from the fabric separating causes goosebumps to raise on Lena’s back. It’s now or never.

In a bold move that Chris never saw coming, Lena lets the dress fall to the ground pooling at her feet. Leaving her in a nude colored strapless bra and lace panties. She seductively looks over her shoulder to see if was gauging Chris’ earlier reactions correctly. By the look on his face currently she did a good job and still has it. Good.

He pulls her back on the couch with him, he lifts her chin up so she has to focus her eyes on his. She boldly tugs his long hair down pulling him to her eager mouth. A small moan escapes her causing Chris to groan and flip her on her back.

Chris looks down at her beautiful brown skin and admires the soft curves of her body. He is finally seeing more of her hidden tattoos. His hand travels down the left side of her rib cage landing on the tattoo. “What does that mean?”

She sheepishly looks up at him, “Wakanda forever.” He smiles when he realizes how much of a nerdy girl she is. While Chris was admiring her body realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "Please don’t hurt me," Lena stuttered through a few hiccups that hit her briefly, as she ran her hands through his soft dark brown hair.

"I won't," he promised, as he slowly pulled off her nude lace panties. He stared into her face as he slowly traveled down to a particular place between her legs. He could hear her breathing heavily as he slowly licked and kissed his way down her silky smooth body. He finally got to her most private area. She immediately began to moan and twist underneath his assault, but he held her legs firmly with his arms. He knows she has had a rough year and, now he just wanted her to feel pleasure. To relax.

He swiveled his tongue up and down and in and out of her sweet love nest. “Chris…oh," he heard her whisper, as her legs began to tremble and breathing became erratic. She started coming and twisting in the sheets as he continued to enjoy her. I might die a happy woman.

When she was done trembling, Chris released her legs and removed his shirt. He looked down at her beautiful body once again. She is still glistening from whatever lotion Edna had her put on. She reaches for his belt to return the favor but he stops her hand. He kisses her hand and says, “Not tonight, this is about you. I want you to feel relaxed, happiness, and so much pleasure that you might explode.”

“Are you sure?” She asks in a husky voice.

“I’m positive. My only real request is that you just stay in my bed tonight with me.”

She quietly observes his face while thinking about his request. She is digging the beard and the longer hair he is sporting especially with it brushed back. He looks like a rugged man with his amazingly blue eyes and extremely plump and kissable lips who by the way his oral sex game is, might make feel like a new woman. It has been a year plus since she has had any sexual interaction that wasn’t battery operated.

Chris is waiting for her response hoping that he didn’t offend her by stopping her actions, he would love to take her to bed and have his way with her but, he wants her to know that he is and will always be a gentleman. He gave her much pleasure because she deserves it and he had to admit to himself there is nothing sexier than watching her writher and moan his name. Her kisses were addictive and filled with so much passion, not to mention her touch made his body feel like he was on fire and he was afraid he wouldn’t last with her the first time.

“I’ll stay with you in your bed but. . . “

“I will respect you and what ever demands you have. I’ll never overstep any boundaries with you. But I just want you near me tonight. Is that ok?” He gives her the most sincere look that she honestly couldn’t say no to even if she wanted to.

She nods and he kisses her again. He nips her neck and she squeals as he scoops her up with one arm and throws her over his shoulder. “Hey! This isn’t fair! I agreed to sleep but I don’t need you carrying me.”

Chris gives her a playful swat on her nude booty. “Shhh just relax. And you said your feet hurt, just trying to help you out.” He carefully lays her on the bed. She sits on the edge of the bed as she watches Chris undress, watching him undress was an amazingly sexy strip tease.

He leaves the room, leaving Lena on the bed in one of his gray Henley shirts he handed her. She looks around the room and feels cozy. Seeing as he was taking so long to come back to bed she decides to remove her make up and pulls her hair down and braids it into a pretty side braid.

Chris comes back in the room with a beer for him and a wine cooler for her. He stops and does a double take as she is sitting in the middle of the bed in his shirt with a small smile. “I know Edna made you look amazing tonight but you look sexy right now in nothing but my shirt on.”

“Well thank you.” She replies with a blush as she takes the drink from his hand. “It feels very comfortable. Trying to keep me buzzed?”

“Nah, just figured the night was still young and no need to stop drinking just yet.”

“This is true.”

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The rest of the night the two kissed, talked, and drank. True to his word he didn’t have sex with Lena. However he did manage to make her moan his name a few more times before snuggling her close to him.

His theory was to make her cum so hard and so much that she would be completely exhausted and just sleep soundly and peacefully all night. By the sound of the tiny snore that escaped her, he had succeeded in making her feel good. He smiles as he brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

Dodger looks over at Chris and wags his tail. “Whatcha think buddy? Is she a keeper?” He whispered to the dog who walked to his side of the bed and gave a few loud barks. Chris quickly jumps up to silence the dog. “Shhh buddy, don’t want to scare her awake.”

He looks over at Lena to make sure she was still asleep, thankfully she was, even though the sound made her jump and she moved closer to him. The chill of the room makes goosebumps on his arms so he pulls the plush comforter over the both of them. He turns off the lights and his alarm so they could both sleep in. This is nice.

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Lena woke up feeling so well rested she couldn’t remember the last time she woke up feeling that way. She stretched her arms over her head a small yawn came out and felt wide awake. Looking around the room she notices that Chris and Dodger were gone. On the night stand was a bottle of blue Gatorade and a bottle of Tylenol. How thoughtfully. Thankfully she didn’t need the medicine but greedily drank the Gatorade since she was so thirsty.

After finishing the Gatorade she finally decides to search out where Chris went to. For someone who didn’t want her to sleep in her own room she figured that he would wait for her to wake up. She walks into the living room and sees her dress still in a pool of fabric on the floor. Seeing and thinking about everything that happened last night and this morning make her blush.

What a night. I hope he doesn’t regret it. Not only was the oral sex amazing just spending time, being held, and genuinely get to know him was great. She walks past her room to the kitchen hoping to find Chris there. Shockingly she doesn’t see him or Dodger there. Assuming he went for an errand she grabs the morning paper off the porch and gets her phone.

She does a quick phone call to her mom to check on Eevee and them. Thankfully everything is ok at home and her mom tells her a few more days and Eevee would be with her so stop worrying so much. Marylea has sent her a few texts that make her chuckle:

Marylea 6:45am: Good morning girlie! I saw your snap and you look absolutely beautiful!

Marylea 7:06am: Mr. Evans really did something to you if you aren’t already up.

Marylea 8:27am: Omg! You actually kissed him!! How big is it?

Attached with the last text was a picture of Chris and Lena dancing and in a major lip lock. They do look beautiful and very happy with each other. I wonder who all has seen this? Before she could totally react, Chris and Dodger come in with a beverage carrier and a brown bag that presumably has food in it.

“Hey! You are up! How are you feeling?” He asks cheerfully as he sets the bag of food on the coffee table in front of her and give her a kiss on the side of the head.

She greets him a warm smile and closes her conversation on her text with out replying mainly because she isn’t sure of what to reply just yet. “I’m actually feel great. I haven’t slept that good in a long time.” He sits down next to her and she suddenly feels under dressed and bashful because she was still in his shirt.

“I figured you would sleep in for a little bit so I got you a bagel and scrambled eggs with a Chai Latte. Is that ok?” He asks feeling oddly calm and relaxed. She nods her head and he looks at her expression. Something is wrong. “Lena, are you ok?”

Lena shrugs her shoulders, no point in hiding this from him. “Well yes and no. Here look.” She hands him her phone and shows him the picture. “Is this ok?”

He pulls the phone from her hand then looks at the picture and then back to her. “Is what ok?” Chris was oblivious to the fact that Lena wasn’t use to candid pictures being taken would end up in the press. Also she wasn’t sure if this was part of their agreement.

“Us. Like I get you wanted a date for a couple functions but . . . “ Lena pauses and looks at him for some understanding before having to explain it all. “Was the picture and last night planned or was it like you maybe being attracted to me. Not to mention when you . . . “ she trails off and looks down at her hands and blushes.

Chris stays silent for a second longer then what Lena would have liked and quickly gets embarrassed then retreats to her room. “Lena! Come back here.”

Lena lets a few tears fall. He is just using me. She strips down then jumps into the shower trying to wash his scent off of her skin. How could I be so stupid to believe he might have actually liked me. As the hot water washes over her hair and body she lets out a few more tears. She takes her time and washes and conditions her hair letting it return to her normally curly texture.

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Chris sits there in shock for a moment or two after Lena had retreated to her bedroom. He likes her a lot, anything done between the two of them is because he genuinely likes her not for the cameras. Unsure of what to do to make things right or to have her understand he goes to her room and waits for her to come out.

“Chris, what are you doing in here?” Lena asks in a shocked voice. Seeing Chris on her bed was the last thing she expected.

“Well, I live here and we need to talk.” He says with a grin.

“No, we don’t. I over stepped my boundaries and over thought the situation. I’m sorry.”

He gets up and steps closer to her, instinctively she grabs her towel closer and tighter. Feeling him so close makes her nipples hard for him to touch her like he did last night. Chris admires her fresh out the shower look; her cheeks and nose are rosy red from the hot shower, her normally straight hair has been replaced with beautiful, black curly hair.

She tried to go around him to get dressed but he blocked her. “No, we are going to talk this out. I didn’t plan for our picture to be taken last night. Honestly, I had no clue until you showed me.” He runs his hands down her arms to gain her attention again. “I’m very attracted to you. Last night when you moaned my name as I gave you pleasure I adored it.”

Her eyes went from sadness to pure and utter surprise. “Really?”

“Yes really. Why did you think I stopped us from going all the way last night?” Lena shrugs. “I like you but I didn’t want our first time not being like that since I haven’t taken you out in a proper date yet.”

“Ohhh Chris. You are so sweet. I like you also.” She sheepishly admits.

“So will you finish getting dressed and come enjoy breakfast with me please?” He looks down at her and lightly strokes her cheek.

She leans into his hand and nods. “Yes, just let me finish getting ready.”

“Keep your hair curly. I like it, it suits you better.”

“Can do.” She gives him a quick peck on the shower. “Glad you like it.” He smiles down at her as she playfully shoved him towards the door and locks it behind him. He likes me! Omg omg omg. What do I do now? She does a small happy dance and continues getting ready for the day ahead.

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edhaneyyy · 4 years

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Hope Because Humanity Is Within Us

“Being human is given.But keeping our humanity is a choice.” – Ida Protuger

This quote simply showsor tells us that humanity is a choice.Meaning wenare human ourselves but living here in this world, humanity is hard to keep for some of us.

When we get asked, what is humanity? Answering this question is just as easy as a pie. Humanity is the good qualities a human could have. Humanity is our ability to have compassion, care, empathy and love others. Humanity is helping other wherever and whenever, it is being selfless. If humanity is a person, the best example is Mother Teresa. But, the real question is, is there any hope for humanity when some of the human beings keeps on ruining humanity in our world? Our deepest humanity, however, is rooted within the fragility of all of our lives. Unless we work together we are going to be unable to save lots of the earth. If we cannot see that our vulnerabilities, and not our masks of perfection are what bind us to one another, we are going to be left wondering what's wrong with us.

There is such a common scene in human history when the media community says that men have lost their trust in humanity. That's because most people these days are starting to be cruel to themselves and others. They hurt themselves and the people around them. A common problem was the many facts that made this "virus" bigger and affected the whole world. When we talk about humanity, we should think of it only about human life, not because humanity is about humanity, including all humanity on earth. It is also a terminology of the qualities that make us human. For example, the ability to love, be considerate, be creative, and not be a robot or an alien.

We have to keep humanity within us. Why? Because that is our only key to prevent chaos in our modern world. Without a little bit of humanity do you think we can live, sleep peacefully and have friends around us? No. I listed some acts that show humanity from the website Good Housekeeping . ( https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/inspirational-stories/news/gmp5124/random-acts-of-kindness/)

1. Florence Rescue Force - After Hurricane Florence caused devastating flooding in North Carolina this fall, kindhearted citizens like Amber Hersel jumped into action. The volunteer from the Civilian Crisis Response Team helped rescue 7-year-old Keiyana Cromartie and her family from their flooded home on September 14, 2018 in James City.

2. Donor Network - The decision made by Patricia Almonte (right) to donate the organs of her late 3-year-old daughter Veronica Garcia helped save three lives: Essence Walls (left), an 8-month-old baby, received her heart; a 2-year-old received her liver; and a 68-year-old woman received her kidneys.

3. Canine Heroes - A lucky dog got a ride from some unnamed helpers in the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew two years ago. Photographer Sean Rayford caught these two men pushing a makeshift boat through the floodwaters in Lumberton, North Carolina.

4. Earthquake Heroes - Frida the rescue dog and her trainer Israel Arauz Salinas went viral for their life-saving efforts during the 7.1 magnitude earthquake that shook Mexico City in 2017. The 9-year-old Labrador has detected the bodies of 52 people during her career, and the duo recently received their own statue for their service to the Mexican navy.

5. Helping Hand - American Abbey D'Agostino and New Zealander Nikki Hamblin won a special Olympic commendation for their sportsmanship at the 2016 Rio Games. After Hamblin tripped in a 5,000-meter heat, and brought D'Agostino down with her, the American helped her competitor to her feet. Later on in the race, D'Agostino fell again as a result of her twisted leg, but Hamblin stayed by her side until the finish line.

6. Moments after posing for a fun photograph at a local beauty spot, brave teenager Cheng Changjiang was dead. Despite being unable to swim, Cheng, 18, waded into the lake to save the lives of three young children who had got into trouble in the water. But the brave act cost the teenager – branded a ‘hero’ by onlookers – his life. Cheng was enjoying the public holiday at the rural spot in Xinyang, at Henan province in central China, when tragedy struck.

7. ryclectic’ wrote: “My Buddy Witnessed an Act of Utter Kindness Today…While he was standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk he saw this woman buy two meals at a street vender and go sit down beside this man and give him one of the meals. She proceeded to introduce herself and talk to him about his life and just shot the [breeze] with him. She wasn’t acting superior, she was his equal, she just wanted to talk to and express inclusion to a fellow human being.”

8. This is a picture of a chap called Tully holding a 46 year old, wheelchair bound man with severe mental handicaps. Tully picked him up so he could go on the hay ride with everyone else. 5 minutes into the ride the man got so excited that he peed all over himself and Tully. Tully sat there soaked in pee for the remainder of the 40 minute hay ride. As soon as it was over he changed the mans clothes before his own. If that doesn’t show character we don’t know what does.

9. I will not let you go. This woman spent 3 hours holding the horse’s head above the tide after it got stuck in the mud on a beach in Australia. The horse was later rescued, unharmed.

10. Strangers Leave her Money While She Gently Sleeps. “alexthegreat90″ wrote: “I took this picture this morning. Ever been somewhere and seen something that amazed you? I’m at the east side McDonald’s and this lady was sitting in front of me sleeping. She has everything she owns in a small backpack. Curled up with her blanket she sleeps not knowing what is going on around her. While she is sleeping everyone is getting their money out and putting it on the table so it’s there when she wakes up.”

These are only few of the acts that restored humanity. These acts showed us that no matter how cruel the world is. There are still people out there who shows kindness and selfless love without any hesitation despite any situation. So what are those things that could destroy our humanity? Stephen Hawking who is known for his work on black holes and gravitational singularities thinks that there are three things that ruin our humanity, but I will only cite two. He have this outspoken ideas about human civilization. Hawking suffers from a nerve cell disease just like amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or ALS, which left him paralyzed and unable to talk without a voice synthesizer. But that hasn't stopped the University of Cambridge professor from making proclamations about the wide selection of dangers humanity faces -- including ourselves. He is part of a small group who voiced out their concerns about artificial intelligence.

First, according to Stephen Hawking, “The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race," "The human failing I would most like to correct is aggression. It may have had survival advantage in caveman days, to get more food, territory or partner with whom to reproduce, but now it threatens to destroy us all," The Independent reported. I believe that Hawking here is telling us that AI could destroy us just like in the movie entitled Wall-e, we could see there that the AI are already controlling every move of the humans in the ship. They are dependent to the robot around them and don’t seem to care to anyone. There would be no care, love and empathy left.

Second, if AI won’t kill us, our own self might kill us. For example, a major nuclear war would likely end civilization, and could wipe out the human race, Hawking added. When asked which human quality he would most like to chose, he chose empathy , because "it brings us together in a peaceful, loving state.” Chaos would be everywhere without humanity.

In the current time, we ask ourselves sometimes, where is humanity? There are certain issues in our modern world that made us question ourselves. Despite those, we should look at the brighter side. There are still good people who we have mentioned above.

This year, our humanity is being tested. During this pandemic time we should remember our humanity. On the occasion of taking care of the elderly, and those who are sick and needy. This is what's happening in countless hospitals, clinics and medical aid units round the world, where truth heroes of this ordeal – the doctors, nurses and physicians – are risking their lives to avoid wasting others. This deeper humanity must spread to each street, every neighbourhood, every city and each country if we are to defeat the virus with our science and technology but also showing wisdom, compassion and humanity.

In the event that food and fun are what we were destined to be, there is one thing we should remember. Indeed, even creatures can do such exercises. In the event that God made us human, there must be an explanation behind it. No one but people can comprehend the importance of mankind, and it is humankind because of insight that truly gives the center substance to human presence. You needn't bother with a solid financial balance to add to helpful exercises. Paying your family help reasonably is humankind as well. You're prepared to pay a large number of dollars for your clinical test, yet with regards to paying your collaborator; You need to spare each penny. Compassionate exercises ought to never be embraced to pick up distinction or get a superficial point of interest. You can without much of a stretch accomplish popularity through the work you do. Lifting the weighty sack of an elderly person is humankind, helping an incapacitated individual to go across the road is mankind, helping your mom at work is humankind; truth be told, it is humankind to help whoever needs it. How would we express or show mankind? One approach to show our mankind helping poor people and the individuals who crippled. Additionally utilizing indicating counterfeit mankind to pick up distinction ought to never be one your choice. Did you experience finding a major measure of cash and when you return it, there's the incredible inclination that we can't clarify? Since on the event of indicating our humankind to other people, we have that believing that we can not get.

Humanity is significant in our daily lives. It teaches us to understand the problem and gives us ideas. It helps us understand others. Humanities students specialize in writing and critical reading. Humanity encourages us to think creatively. They teach us to explain why we are human and to ask questions about our world. Humanity produces informed and critical citizens. Democracy cannot flourish without humanity. We all need to assist one another. We humans are like that. We need to live by each other’s bliss – not by each other’s hopelessness. We don’t need to despise and loathe one another. Because that's not what humanity is.

Some may say, we are losing our humanity. No, we are not losing it. We could see it everywhere. It is within us. Humanity is lively and the light is sparkling profoundly within the hearts and souls of numerous individuals from all works of life. They are of all races, societies, social status and religions. It is individuals who see their commitments to the world as their employments and they continuously inquire what can l do to contribute to distant better;a much better; a higher;a stronger; an improved" a stronger world. It’s just that, humanity is covered by our selfishness, our hatred, all negative traits that prevents us from helping and doing good for someone. Never lose hope for we still have humanity stored in us.

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Chapter 1.5 (Bill Gates and the road to Implanted Humans)

Down the Rabbit Hole we go.

Back on June 1st of 2015, the reputable IEEE published an article titled “Medical Microbots Take a Fantastic Voyage Into Reality”. This was the year after I had read about the Max Planck “micro scallops” and wondered what it would take to get critical mass implanted with these micro robots (and future nano bots).

In referencing the article’s approach of having a Doctor implant hundreds or thousands of “micro grippers” (developed by Johns Hopkins) into the human body to perform a biopsy, the natural progression of questioning its capabilities led me to ask if they can also be used to implant micro or nano chips into the body”?

What would be the purpose of this on the grand scale of humanity? Beyond medical applications of implanted technology (such as heart monitors) that can already be hacked, what if the ultimate goal was behavior modification of the masses? We know that this is possible based on previous lab tests on mice, but could it work on humans?

I often wonder if US Patent #US6754472B1 filed by Microsoft was designed for more than just systems integration between wearable and implantable IoT technologies. (Source: https://patents.google.com/patent/US6754472B1/en)

"...a body of a living creature for coupling the first device to the second device and for conducting the electrical signal from the first device to the second device and the initialization information from the second device to the first device, wherein the first and second devices establish a master and a slave relationship there between." Makes one think of the #Matrix and #HumanBatteries

On April 10th 2020, China’s CCTV went live with Bill Gates and made the following comment:

“You are being attacked in the U.S., they say the #CoronaVirus originated from the process of vaccine development under your supervision. What is your take on this Bill Gates conspiracy”?

His response begins with: “I say it’s ironic, if you take somebody that is doing their best to get the world ready...”

I will tell you what is TRULY IRONIC! How about that “Event 201″ that took place on October 2019, TWO MONTHS before the COVID19 Pandemic began and was hosted by the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. Source: https://www.centerforhealthsecurity.org/event201/about

About the Event 201 exercise

Event 201 was a 3.5-hour pandemic tabletop exercise that simulated a series of dramatic, scenario-based facilitated discussions, confronting difficult, true-to-life dilemmas associated with response to a hypothetical, but scientifically plausible, pandemic. 15 global business, government, and public health leaders were players in the simulation exercise that highlighted unresolved real-world policy and economic issues that could be solved with sufficient political will, financial investment, and attention now and in the future.

The exercise consisted of pre-recorded news broadcasts, live “staff” briefings, and moderated discussions on specific topics. These issues were carefully designed in a compelling narrative that educated the participants and the audience.

The Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security, World Economic Forum, and Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation jointly propose these recommendations.

Purpose

In recent years, the world has seen a growing number of epidemic events, amounting to approximately 200 events annually. These events are increasing, and they are disruptive to health, economies, and society. Managing these events already strains global capacity, even absent a pandemic threat. Experts agree that it is only a matter of time before one of these epidemics becomes global—a pandemic with potentially catastrophic consequences. A severe pandemic, which becomes “Event 201,” would require reliable cooperation among several industries, national governments, and key international institutions.

Recent economic studies show that pandemics will be the cause of an average annual economic loss of 0.7% of global GDP—or $570 billion. The players’ responses to the scenario illuminated the need for cooperation among industry, national governments, key international institutions, and civil society, to avoid the catastrophic consequences that could arise from a large-scale pandemic.

Similar to the Center’s 3 previous exercises—Clade X, Dark Winter, and Atlantic Storm—Event 201 aimed to educate senior leaders at the highest level of US and international governments and leaders in global industries.

It is also a tool to inform members of the policy and preparedness communities and the general public. This is distinct from many other forms of simulation exercises that test protocols or technical policies of a specific organization. Exercises similar to Event 201 are a particularly effective way to help policymakers gain a fuller understanding of the urgent challenges they could face in a dynamic, real-world crisis.

Recommendations

The next severe pandemic will not only cause great illness and loss of life but could also trigger major cascading economic and societal consequences that could contribute greatly to global impact and suffering. The Event 201 pandemic exercise, conducted on October 18, 2019, vividly demonstrated a number of these important gaps in pandemic preparedness as well as some of the elements of the solutions between the public and private sectors that will be needed to fill them. The Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security, World Economic Forum, and Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation jointly propose these recommendations.

When/where

Friday, October 18, 2019 8:45 a.m. – 12:30 p.m. The Pierre hotel New York, NY

Audience

An invitation-only audience of nearly 130 people attended the exercises, and a livestream of the event was available to everyone. Video coverage is available here.

Exercise team

Eric Toner, MD, is the exercise team lead from the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security. Crystal Watson, DrPH, MPH and Tara Kirk Sell, PhD, MA are co-leads from the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security. Ryan Morhard, JD, is the exercise lead from the World Economic Forum, and Jeffrey French is the exercise lead for the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.

Exercise team members are Tom Inglesby, MD; Anita Cicero, JD; Randy Larsen, USAF (retired); Caitlin Rivers, PhD, MPH; Diane Meyer, RN, MPH; Matthew Shearer, MPH; Matthew Watson; Richard Bruns, PhD; Jackie Fox; Andrea Lapp; Margaret Miller; Carol Miller; and Julia Cizek.

Event 201 was supported by funding from the Open Philanthropy Project.

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Then five months later (March 2020), in the midst of the CoronaVirus epidemic being declared a global pandemic, this news breaks from LinkedIn (Source: https://www.cnbc.com/2020/03/13/bill-gates-leaves-microsoft-board.html):

“Microsoft announced on Friday that Bill Gates is leaving the board, effective Friday. “I have made the decision to step down from both of the public boards on which I serve – Microsoft and Berkshire Hathaway – to dedicate more time to philanthropic priorities including global health and development, education, and my increasing engagement in tackling climate change”.

Basically, the “pandemic scenario” of Event 201 became a reality. Bill Gates leaves Microsoft to focus full time on his Foundation, which coincidentially had been funding coronavirus research and has now been revealed to be the second largest funder to the World Health Organization (WHO), coincidentally, (yet again) in charge of coming up with the vaccine for COVID19. Who profits from the pandemic under this scenario? Bingo! Just look at the history of Microsoft and how Bill Gates became a billionaire. It was not by playing nice and more like a chapter from of the Art of War.

Yet the disbelief doesn't stop there. How about that #ID2020 and what Bill Gates calls for in a "national tracking system similar to South Korea, saying that "in Seattle, the [University of Washington] is providing thousands of tests per day but no one is connected to a national tracking system" and that "Whenever there is a positive test it should be seen to understand where the disease is and whether we need to strengthen the social distancing." (Source: https://www.forbes.com/sites/mattperez/2020/03/18/bill-gates-calls-for-national-tracking-system-for-coronavirus-during-reddit-ama/#36c92b5e6a72)

Could this ID2020 be implanted? Would that benefit Microsoft’s U.S. patent #US6754472B1?

The United Nations seems to think there are significant risks associated with a digital identity roll-out, such as: “Digital identity carries significant risk if not thoughtfully designed and carefully implemented. We do not underestimate the risks of data misuse and abuse, particularly when digital identity systems are designed as large, centralized databases”. (Source: https://id2020.org/manifesto)

All in all, I would say that the sense of irony expressed by Bill Gates on the #CCTV interview, is a two-way street as #WeThePeople of the United States have more time to research in self isolation and petition the White House to investigate Bill Gates.

Who gets to play God in this time? Event 201 was a game of playing God to develop depopulation strategies for a Human Disruption. While the intent might have found a root cause in the question of how to survive Climate Change, why is the survival and evolution of the human species primarily in the hands of Bill Gates?

If human overpopulation is such an issue, why isn’t Euthanasia legal for humans everywhere? Think about it, how many people suffering from old age, disease, poverty, and extreme suffering would opt for dying quickly and peacefully. Why choose for others and take away someone’s power over their own body and existence?

My advice: find out what magnets are needed to remove grippers, buy them and start developing methods for removing micro and nano bots from the body. Also help to promote active voluntuary euthanasia around the world before pushing for legislation to place technology into the bodies of millions of people against their will.

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Pretend to be a "good guy" and exploit my buddy? Let me show you how to REALLY be an evil villain!

Hello there and welcome to a tale of (what I hope is at least somewhat) pro revenge. Be forewarned, it's a bit long.

Before I start, I would like to point out that this story did not take place in the real world, but instead took place in the online world of the space MMORPG called Eve Online. For those unfamiliar with it, it's a game where you fly around space with ships of varying sized (the largest up to 20km's) and basically blow shit up, or build stuff. It's one of the truest sandbox games out there.

Eve Online however, is notorious for being both extremely difficult, and VERY unforgiving. Certain practices that are straight out banned in other games, are not only allowed, but actively encouraged by the developers. Things such as scams, theft, espionage on a massive scale,... You name it, as long as it's done with the ingame mechanics, it's allowed and it's been done by a LOT of people.

Also, if a ship is destroyed, it's gone, poof, and you have to buy a completely new one.

Enter, myself. I was never a good guy, I was one of the worst of the worst, doing everything, using every dirtiest trick in the book, just to get the advantage and win fights, steal money, scam people. I would purposely look for defenseless corporations (the clan system in Eve) and then extort money from them. If they refused, I'd declare war on them and hunt them down mercilessly.

So you might be thinking, the pro-revenge was executed on myself? Well, sorry to disappoint, but no. Plenty of people have tried, all have failed.

No, this story is about a friend of mine that wanted to play the game. The problem was, he wasn't an evil bastard like I was and only wanted to build stuff peacefully. So I gave him some cash, advice, and left my calling card for when he ever got in trouble.

One of the pieces of advice I gave him, was to hook up with a decent corporation. They'd be able to help him further with the industrial side of the game (I know most of it, but not some of the finer details).

And here is where things went wrong. You see, in Eve, there's 2 things that I really dislike. The first is people that fuck over true friends, and the second is sleazy corporate CEO's (corporation leaders) that mercilessly exploit new players to do mindless drone work for them, while they stuff all the profits into their pockets.

Guess which type of CEO my friend managed to get himself involved with...

So after I was contacted by him, because he started to smell something fishy, he explained the situation and I was quickly able to verify that my buddy was not only selling his minerals to his CEO at WAAAAY under market price, the CEO was actually using those minerals to build capital ships (some of the biggest ships in the game), which he then sold on for a premium, raking in a massive amount of profit and not sharing any of it with his "subjects/slaves".

Consider my pet peeved...

I might be a bad guy, but at least I don't pretend to be a good guy while ruthlessly exploiting others and force them to do mindless work. I just straight up take everything that isn't bolted to the floor and take off.

So I went into evil genius mode and started planning. I started by telling my buddy to start putting in extra effort (keep in mind, he was thinking of just leaving that corporation at the time) and try and work himself into a position of power.

At the same time, I used a few of my many "alts" (second, third,... accounts with characters, I had 8 or so when I quit) to infiltrate his corporation. One of them was my own "industrial" character that had basic manufacturing skills, but an insane library of blueprints (the stuff you use to build stuff with, spoiler, they were all stolen at one time).

I used this character to get access to the corporation's POS-es (Player Owned Structure), that they were using to research their capital blueprints, using the excuse that I'd also like some time on there to research my own blueprints. After 3 days, I had the access I needed and stole everything. Their entire POS infrastructure and all of their blueprints that were there at the time. Totaling some 15 Billion isk (the ingame credit). Converted to real money at the time, it came to about 500 dollars in damage. (To put the 15 billion into perspective, that is the money that would, at the time, buy you 100 fully equipped battleships, just about).

However, I wasn't done yet. There was a reason I had infiltrated multiple characters, and several more were present as sleeper agents. Being a bit active, but not much, just enough to stay in the corporation. Meanwhile, my buddy was hard at work at proving himself to the corp. The CEO even complimented him publicly for his "new-found" vigor. I suppose a 7.5 billion paycheck will do that to you. He eventually managed to get himself promoted to "director", as one of the officers under the CEO.

I actually held off on phase 2 of my plan for well over a year and a half, in order to let the CEO recover a bit from the blow he'd been given. All this was taking place around the time when CCP (the developers) were introducing the replacement structures for POS-es, namely, citadels. I actually got lucky with my theft since not a month after I stole their research POS, CCP introduced the replacement structure (Engineering Complexes). Naturally, as soon as they had put down their first citadel, I struck again. This time on my main character that is a notorious racketeer.

I gave them an ultimatum to pay me 2 billion, or I would commence a war and destroy their citadel. They refused.

Naturally, it ended up in them being chased across half the cluster and dying in droves. They got desperate as I was finding them no matter where they went, even in the remotest of corners. This was because I had activated one of my sleepers a month before I had declared war. Using this character, I was aware of the location of every single member out in space, and I had a literal live feed on hostile comms.

That said, I did make it a point to hunt down the CEO whenever I got the opportunity, which led to him losing quite a few expensive ships.

Other groups had smelled the blood in the water though, and soon enough there were multiple incoming wars onto the corporation, which led to me getting an opportunity that I simply couldn't resist.

Earlier, I had given the CEO the idea for a fit (basically the gear you put on the ship) for a very expensive ship (a Vindicator if you're wondering). And I'd purposely made it VERY expensive with high end gear, with the hope that he'd be dumb enough to go ahead and just buy it to then use it against me (keep in mind, he had a habit of using his credit card to buy plex in order to sell that and get ingame money).

The bait was too juicy, and he took it, hook, line and sinker. Except there was one teensy tiny issue.

You see, in order to buy the ship, he'd gone to one of the main market hubs (Amarr) to buy the ship for the best prices, except there were guys from another war right there, waiting for him to undock from the station so they could blow him up (they may or may not have been friends of mine and they may or may not have received a tip).

So I jumped on the opportunity and used my sleeper agent to convince the guy, to trade his ship to one of my other characters, so I could transport it to his home base.

5 minutes later, and I was the proud owner of a shiny new Vindicator worth in excess of 2.5 billion.

Naturally, this burned my spy, but at the time, I couldn't care less, I had more.

Eventually, the war ended with their station being destroyed, multiple billions of ships destroyed (he actually bought a second Vindicator, and lost it against me), a 2.5 billion isk ship stolen and their corporation in tatters.

I wasn't done yet.

You see, I don't toy with my food, when I can, I go straight for the jugular.The first time around, I had to wait to execute my plan because my friend wasn't in a position of power yet. But now he was.

Using YET another one of my characters (no sleeper agent this time), I contacted the CEO and proposed a deal. I pretended to be a businessman and proposed to invest in his corporation due to the promise I saw in him.

I lured him in with the promise that I had 2 moons ready for mining (they had literally just released those structures and the possibility to use them in high security space) and that I would provide the infrastructure and ownership, and they could use it for a fixed percentage of their profits (the moons themselves being quite valuable, one single haul being upwards of 800 million). That, and a majority stake in corporate shares, through which the profits would be paid out. Naturally, the CEO didn't want to give up corporate control (I had been counting on it from the beginning), but we were able to arrange it so that I would receive 40% of the corporate shares, with both he and his 2 directors each taking 20%. That way they would still be in control of the corporation, but I'd be able to exert some pressure on them (in reality, shares are actually 100% useless if you don't have a majority control).

However, my buddy was a director, and as such, we did have a majority stake in their corporation.

As soon we knew the other director was going away for an extended weekend off-grid and the CEO logged off, my friend used his shares and ran for CEO.

Both my friend and I voted for him to win, and nothing could stop us. By the time the CEO got back online, it was too late. He'd been reduced to a grunt and was left to see as we emptied the corporate hangars from everything he'd put in there (a LOT of stuff, at least 20 billion worth).

We then kicked both him and the other director, and anyone else that was loyal to him.

Eventually, under the guidance of my friend, the corp was quite successful and they even decided to just outright buy my moon mining installations. Last I heard, they put up some more and are steadily growing.

I've since hung up my coat however and "won" Eve so to say.

But it's still one of my best stories from my time there.

(source) (story by Nunu_Dagobah)

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Ikemen Revolution – Oliver Knight Route Part 8

Okay, here we go with another part! Well, some surprising and not so surprising things in here... The beginning is hilarious, though! As well as Blanc. After Oliver’s route I kind of like him more than before. This part, chapter 4 especially, gave me a run for my money. With one sentence I even had to ask for help from someone living in Japan T_T But, yeah, all in all everyone acts like they always do, so have fun!

PART 8 CHAPTER 1

[Alice] “Wha—What should I do...”

[Oliver] “You can't do anything except that.”

In front of Jonah, who brims with confidence, Oliver is lifting the corners of his mouth—

[Oliver] "Let's directly humiliate that guy."

[Alice] “What!?”

[Jonah] “Hold on, I think I heard some really impertinent words right now.”

[Oliver] “If so, then this will be quick. This girl here will accept your challenge.”

(Wait, wait, wait!)

[Alice] “I didn’t say anything like that!”

[Oliver] “Then take it as an order from your employer.”

[Alice] “... Why are you...”

[Oliver] “Think for yourself. Do you think that guy will withdraw so easily?”

(That’s...) (It’s no use. I can’t say anything in return.)

If I keep doing nothing, no matter how hard I try, in my head, I can’t envision a future where Jonah obediently withdraws his challenge.

[Oliver] “As long as you keep refusing, that guy will probably come here forever.”

[Alice] “Such a bothersome thing...”

[Jonah] “It’s not bothersome at all. You should be crying with joy since I do you the favor of coming here.”

(I’m going to cry for a different reason...!)

Oliver sternly points his finger at me.

[Oliver] “Listen, remember what your objective is.” “If they make so much noise in the garage each and every day, my work won’t progress.”

[Alice] “...! That will be troubling.”

[Oliver] “See?”

(I have to help Oliver quickly complete the Black Army’s request...)

A: “But it’s scary.” B: “I accept the challenge!” C: “I– I understand. Leave it to me.”

[Alice] “Alright, I accept the challenge!”

[Oliver] “You’re looking as if you're heading for a duel. You’re brave as can be.”

[Alice] “Is– Is that bad?”

[Oliver] “No, not at all.” “That decisiveness of yours is a praiseworthy part of you.”

As if to signal the end of our whispered conversation, Oliver’s gaze returned to Jonah and Edgar.

[Oliver] “Listen up you two. I suggest a short-term battle.”

[Jonah] “A short-term battle?”

[Oliver] “More precisely, settle this with a single date.”

(A date!?)

[Oliver] “If you can’t seduce Alice during that, it’s your loss.” “If you promise to never come here again, she is going to play along with you guys.”

(Wha– Wha– What...)

[Jonah] “I see. Fine, one date is more than enough.”

[Edgar] “Good for you, Alice. You are being challenged to an oppressive... I mean, honorable date.”

[Alice] “That’s not an honor at all!”

[Oliver] “Be quiet for a moment, idiot.”

(Even though I am the one involved!?)

Before I can complain, Oliver quickly continues speaking.

[Oliver] “However, if it’s not under the Black Army’s supervision, I can’t lend you my assistant.”

[Jonah] “Well, I guessed so already. It poses no problem, if we are being monitored from a distance as long as they don’t get in the way.” “If it’s only enticing Alice, then it doesn’t matter who is looking.”

(I really want to know where his confidence is coming from...)

Oliver, who summarized the conversation in no time, turns around to me.

[Oliver] “That’s how it is. Alice, try your best at being his companion.”

PART 8 CHAPTER 2

[Oliver] “That’s how it is. Alice, try your best at being his companion.”

[Alice] “... stupid Oliver...”

Even if I pass him a resentful look, Oliver simply ignored me.

—A few days later.

Holding the date invitation letter Jonah sent I make my way to our meeting place.

(This day arrived so fast.)

When I briefly look back, Fenrir gave me a peace sign from behind his hiding place.

-FLASHBACK

It was the evening of the day I had decided on the declaration of war—— err, going on a date with Jonah. When I returned to the Black Army and report about Jonah, various responses were returned.

[Seth] “Alice, cutie, there’s no need for you to go!”

[Luka] “I... also object.” “There is no need to go along with that guy’s farce.”

[Alice] “Farce, huh...”

(It’s rare for even Luka to say something like that.)

[Fenrir] “Still, there’s some truth to Oliver’s words.”

[Ray] “Certainly so... Unless this comes to a conclusion, there is a possibility that they are going to follow her around forever.”

(So it really is like that after all.)

[Ray] “We could also drive them away with all we have, but...”

[Sirius] “That would indeed be hard to deal with.”

[Alice] “Uh, if it’s enough to make matters worse, I’ll just quietly go on that date.” “If I break his pride, this whole topic will be settled peacefully!”

[Luka] “... You’re really strong.”

[Seth] “Fantastic! That’s some spirit you have, Alice ♪”

[Fenrir] “Don’t you worry. I will guard you while you’re on that date.” “I won’t let Jonah do anything strange.”

-FLASHBACK END

(— Fenrir is also here, so everything will be okay.)

When I swallow the strange nervousness, an extravagant carriage is stopping right before my eyes—

[Jonah] “You have my praise for coming here without running away, Alice.”

At the same time—

Inside a back alley, there was one, or rather, two shadows.

[Fenrir] “Oh, seems like the Red Queen has arrived.”

[Oliver] “... I don’t need a report on each and every thing.”

PART 8 CHAPTER 3

[Oliver] “... I don’t need a report on each and every thing.”

Fenrir gives the dissatisfied Oliver a mischievous smile.

[Fenrir] “Come on, don’t say that. That you’re also here means you came to see how things are going because you’re worried, right?”

[Oliver] “No. I was driven out of the house by a meddling, quick-to-worry old white rabbit.” “Just because I said something unnecessary—“

- FLASHBACK

[Blanc] “Oliver, I’ve been watching the outside for some time. What is going on?”

[Oliver] “I am checking if I managed to properly repair the item that Mousse requested.”

[Blanc] “... What do you mean?”

[Oliver] “He asked me to make a compass that will search for a comfortable place to sleep. And one of its functions is a weather forecast.” “The embedded magic crystals are designed to shine blue if they detect rain...”

[Blanc] “That is amazing! So that means, since they are shining blue, it will rain from here on out?”

[Oliver] “I guess so. If they are not broken.”

[Blanc] “But the weather is so good.”

[Oliver] “... You can see thick clouds in the distance, though. So it’s not altogether wrong, you know.”

[Blanc] “If so, then Alice is really unlucky.”

[Oliver] “Huh?”

[Blanc] “I mean, isn’t today the day she goes on that date with the Red Queen?” “It would be good if she has an umbrella with her...”

[Oliver] “Whether it rains or snows isn’t something I would know.” “Rain isn’t unusual weather in London, in the first place.”

[Blanc] “Oliver, this is Cradle.”

[Oliver] “... Why are you handing me an umbrella?”

[Blanc] “It would be terrible if she caught a cold because she gets wet.” “And, since she is your assistant, doesn’t that also make it your business?”

[Oliver] “... ...”

[Blanc] “Have a safe trip, Oliver.”

-FLASHBACK END

Fenrir, who listened to how things got this way, reveals a faint wry smile.

[Fenrir] “And that’s why you’re holding an umbrella?”

[Oliver] “Yeah. ...I just quickly want to hand her the umbrella and go home.”

PART 8 CHAPTER 4

[Oliver] “Yeah. ...I just quickly want to hand her the umbrella and go home.”

[Fenrir] “Aww, don’t say that. Let’s guard her together.”

[Oliver] “Who would—“

Letting the seemingly displeased Oliver go, Fenrir keeps an eye on Alice, who boards the carriage.

[Fenrir] “Oh, they moved. We’re going to follow them, too.”

[Alice] “Wow, this is delicious...!”

(There’s plenty of custard and strawberries in it, so it tastes incredibly sweet.)

A few hours after the date began, at a café in the city, I was having a strawberry millefeuille melt my cheeks. Jonah, on the other hand, is sitting across from me, eating the same millefeuille with a disapproving face.

[Alice] “Jonah, do you not like the cakes in this café?”

[Jonah] “The taste is all right. The pie’s dough, of course, as well as the strawberry decoration aren’t bad.” “What I am not pleased with is you, Alice.”

[Alice] “Eh?”

[Jonah] “That is absolutely no way to eat a millefeuille. It should be eaten gracefully by cutting it while pushing down the knife.”

When I look at the plate Jonah’s hands, he is cutting up the millefeuille surprisingly beautiful.

(Oh, wow... I have never seen someone eat so beautifully.)

[Alice] “You are so good at using a knife. I will try practicing, too.”

As soon as I move in accordance with his advice, Jonah raised the edges of his lips.

[Jonah] “I didn’t think you would get better right away after practicing, but looks like you can do it if you try.” “More importantly...”

Stopping the hand holding the knife, Jonah intently stared at me.

[Jonah] “You are really weird.”

[Alice] ”What part?”

[Jonah] “Well, everything. Even though I told you I’d buy you as many dresses or jewelry as you like, why is it sweets...”

(He’s still going on about that. Was that such a shock to him?)

In the beginning, Jonah tried to drag me from one high-class store to the next. Rejecting that with all my might, I somehow managed to pull him into an affordable café we would soon be reaching.

[Alice] ”I wouldn’t know what to do with all those dresses and jewelry.” “There’s no reason for you to gift something to me in the first place...”

[Jonah] “I do it because I want to entice you.” “I thought every woman liked such things, though.”

(He’s really clearly telling me that he does this to bribe me.)

[Alice] “I don’t think you should tempt someone with objects.” “But this millefeuille sure is delicious.”

When I put the beautifully divided millefeuille into my mouth, Jonah draws an astonished breath.

[Jonah] “You really are cheeky. However...” “I just understood very well that you can’t be dealt with by ordinary means.”

From a hidden spot on the main street, Oliver and Fenrir are watching over the situation between Jonah and Alice.

[Fenrir] “Hey, Oliver?”

[Oliver] “What?”

[Fenrir] “Alice seems to be having more fun than I thought she would.”

Through the window, they watch Alice stuffing her mouth with millefeuille in front of Jonah without any nervousness.

[Oliver] “I’m sure she’s just blinded by the sweets.” “Seriously, how much of a glutton can she be?”

PART 8 CHAPTER 5

[Oliver] “Seriously, how much of a glutton can she be?”

Oliver impatiently taps his crossed arms with his finger. Fenrir tilted his head at the other’s grim look.

[Fenrir] “... Aren’t you strangely irritated?”

[Oliver] “Huh? That’s only your imagination.”

[Fenrir] “Yeah, no. That’s also your way of socializing. I can tell by looking.”

[Oliver] “... ...”

[Fenrir] “And it doesn’t look like you’re irritated because you’re hungry.”

[Oliver] “Don’t lump me together with that gluttonous little girl.”

When Fenrir stares intensely at Oliver, who frowned...

[???] “... Haha, I kind of feel a bittersweet atmosphere.”

[Oliver & Fenrir] “Ugh!”

As Oliver and Fenrir vigorously turn their backs around, they are met with a bright smile.

[Edgar] “Oh my, I’m sorry for talking to you during surveillance.”

[Fenrir] “The Red Jack, huh...”

Without a moment’s delay, Fenrir confronts him with his magic gun, but Edgar faced the two people, raising both hands in a calming manner.

[Edgar] “I have no hostile intentions, so please don’t attack.”

[Oliver] “Then, what did you come here for?”

[Edgar] “I came to look at the situation, of course.” “From the start, Jonah is only clearing up my misconduct after all.” “So, I guess, to me this is part of my responsibility.”

Oliver and Fenrir’s vigilance strengthens at his suggestive smile.

[Oliver] “The other day, you expected to trick Alice and kidnap her, but this time you’re using Jonah to get closer to her...” “What are you scheming, ‘Gentle Demon’?”

[Edgar] “Haha, you’re really sharp for a kid.”

Even in this strained atmosphere, Edgar gave them an easy smile.

[Edgar] “But please rest assured. It is nothing severe.” “It’s just... In hope of deepening Jonah and Alice’s relationship a little more, I have prepared a present.”

[Oliver] “You...”

#Ikemen Revolution #Ikemen Kakumei #Oliver Knight #Main Route #Oliver's Route #Quick Translation #Sketchy Translation #Translation Attempt #IkeRev Spoiler

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Love is unpredictable but it is inevitable.

I used to believe that love is something that fools the mind. And yet, the mind is still as wise that you’ll know, ahead of time, that a person would be the one. That you’d see things coming before it surprises you. But....nah, turns out to be different.

Love really is unpredictable. And I never really confirmed it till now. I mean, who would expect that the person you were most disgusted is now the person who changed all your perspectives about love? No one, eh?

Well, he was the total definition of a jerk. Elementary days, he was noisy, a bully, a bastard and a bitch. He was a complete pain in the ass and could boast about all of his “perfections” all the damn time. You wouldn’t disagree, it was totally irritating that I could just roll my eyes every time he’s around. Well, I admit, I find him good looking, appealing, smart and could be the most wanted of them all, but that was never enough. Not even close. Never did I ever thought of liking him, not even a second of my life would be given to admire his “pretty” face and such features or even lay eyes on him. His presence heats me up, his voice irritates me, and even just by hearing his name disgusts me. The whole of him was who I could hate for the rest of my life.

And here I am, the (very) cheerful girl, full of stories, full of smiles. And maybe that was what he hated about me. Maybe I was too friendly that he finds me as someone who just seeks for so much attention all the time. He might also have hated everything about me as much hate as I have for him.

And so, me and him? In one place? Unimaginable. It would be a total disaster, a total war. Full of eager statements to embarrass each other, full of anger and full of actions to irritate one another. Ugh!! Totally annoying if I’m reminded.

December at 6th grade. A Christmas play was conducted at school and I was one of the chosen ones to write the script. Me as a dreamy writer, wrote all sweet things possible for the mother and father role. I was happy with my script, I knew it would turn out to be a nice play. Surprisingly, the actor of the two major roles (mother and father) must be from the 6th grade. I was in complete shock when they said I would be playing the mother role despite me writing the script.

The teachers had a hard time to find an actor for the father. Our batch doesn’t really have lots of good actors but...one. But no! Please no. Not him.

With all the bad luck I have, he was the one picked as the actor for the father. You guessed it right, it is “he”. Very very very not nice!

Rehearsals started and the atmosphere was as heavy as ever. There was even an awkward scene in which we have to stand back to back and too close that our backs should touch. But no! We can’t! All the teachers watching the rehearsal were laughing cause they all new the deal between us. The director was laughing, everyone’s laughing! Very awkward! I shouldn’t have made the script too sweet! I regret being so dreamy then! Its all coming back to me. I regret it all!

Fast forward to high school, I transferred but, he went to the same school. I was like: Really? Am I not at the same team as God? Was he really challenging how far can I last with him? I mean, out of all people I could go with, how come it’s him? Ugh!

Guess what? We even went to the same section. Very. Nice. I just thought to myself: 6 damn years of my life is more than enough to spend it with an ass like him. Why make it 7?

A year as freshmen started and we barely even sit a meter close to each other just like a magnet with like charges and I don’t know, just felt normal for me. We lived our own lives as freshmen, luckily he did not do anything annoying or anything like before, we don’t talk, we don’t smile at each other or even look at each other. Nice, right? Nothing to worry about. Mortal enemies stay as mortal enemies.

But, there’s just.....this one time. This one single time he acted like a nice acquaintance to me. Just weird:

I was peacefully sitting at the floor, leaning at the table and just on my phone while there he was, being the naughty, playful guy he is, playing and chasing and running all over the room till boom! He hit the table, technically, he hit me as well. Yeah it hurt but not even close to a pinch of an ant but then, I was shocked. He walked to me and slightly held my head and said: “Sorry! Masakit ba?” as casual as ever. Not as weird, not as awkward. Like what? As far as I have lived in this world, I have never heard him said that to me. I mean he had done even worse things to me before but not even say a single apology but now, he apologized? I flattered, my heart did and I just don’t know why. That time, I could not help but just....smile.

Yeah, felt stupid and shallow. I mean, a simple act from him meaning a lot to me is normal cause we’re not friends, right? Right? Yeah, right.

And then 7 years became 8. In all fairness, he has matured a lot compared to before. He got a lot more silent. He was more engaged to sports, he got smarter and he got even more sociable. Surprisingly, amongst them all, he was one who breaks barriers built by gender. He got lots of girl friends. He speak less false judgements. He became less jerky. He became less boastful. Well yeah, he changed, totally.

And so I can say, I no longer have any issues with him. Uh-uh, not a little. I mean, we’re sophomores, I’m 13, he’s 14, better be matured enough (too). Well, seemed to me that everything in the past doesn’t even matter to him anymore so why not just clear all the complications and leave everything behind? I’m now just looking forward to also break the barrier between us. I mean, I shouldn’t let the past put barriers between me and him, right? Right.

Every time, I pack all the courage up to talk to him, or smile or grin or even glance at him hoping he’d glance back. But, no. Ugh! I’m frustrated as ever. Maybe he’s better off with this situation, fine.

I tried to settle, but I can’t. I don’t know, I just can’t. I still don’t want this line. This line between us that we cannot cross unless we’ll be too close. Felt forbidden and I don’t want it. I hate it. And I...just don’t know why.

Nah, I know. I just don’t want to admit it. I don’t want this feeling. This feeling that I can’t help. I can’t help to see it all. I can’t help seeing him being too clingy, too comfy with other girls he just met but can’t even say a word to me who he have been with since then. I mean, we’ve been together since young but never did we get a selfie together. Never did he open things to me. Never did he smile or laugh with me. Never did he do anything with me! But with girls he just been with for 1 or 2 years? How can they be so close? I hate it! I should also be close to him then. I should be. I should have.

This is confusing, very confusing. I saw his past photos and I realized how much he has physically matured too. I mean, look at him! Very sporty that now, he’s totally fit. He became a lot taller, legs are firm, muscles are firm. Collarbones, jawline, everything! And ugh! Those veins, every girl could admire them all day. I’m pretty sure he has abs forming too—no! I’m not pervert okay? Just saying.

I just don’t understand. I totally don’t understand! Why does his smile felt like food that every time I look at it, I feel so full? Why does his laughter enchants my ears now? Why do I love his presence now? Why do I feel so flattered even just by hearing a single word from him? Why do I find his little chuckles so damn cute? Why do I feel butterflies in my stomach whenever he talks? This can’t be true. This is crazy. I am crazy. No, it’s not just crazy, it’s impossible! Totally impossible. I can’t even accept this. Do I.....like him?

Oh God, hell no. This is bull. Piece of shit.

From that day, I totally did not feel like myself. I mean, I never liked him, right? I hate him, didn’t I? Then what’s wrong? What is wrong with me? This feeling is consuming my whole body and I can’t get it out of my system. I am going insane.

8th year, Mathematics time. We were grouped together and sat close to each other. That time, we needed to find a partner from our own group for an activity. We had lots of confusion to who be partnered with. Then out of all the arguments he sat next to me and said: “Edi kayo nalang, tas kaming dalawa partner” with a cute grin. Yeah, its totally what you think, he was pertaining to me. Me! He wanted ME to be his partner! My heart jumped. I couldn’t keep all these eagerness in my chest. I felt like exploding with happiness.

But yeah, we didn’t end up partnered so nothing so special.

I like him. I know its stupid but I’m certain. And the thing is, I can’t even tell anybody because all they know is that I’m the girl who’s disgusted and will be disgusted with him for the rest of my life. I’d be embarrassing myself if I tell them the truth! What should I say then? That I used to hate him but in one snap everything just disappeared? That I like him now? That’s bull.

And so, I tried to keep it to myself. I tried to hide it all. All the smiles for his presence. All the smiles for his laughter. All the smiles for his voice. All the smiles for his pretty face. All the overflowing admiration I have for him. I hid it all. But as they say, no secret must stay unrevealed.

My boy friend first knew and he couldn’t believe it. His girlfriend second knew and she couldn’t believe it. My girl best friend next knew and she couldn’t believe it. Then my whole squad knew and they couldn’t believe it. I know, even I couldn’t believe it. I can’t believe this. This is all so unbelievable. I’m destroying my own reputation.

Days passed and nothing really changed about how I feel. In fact, it just got even stronger. My heart literally pounds when he’s around that I’d be catching my own breath and I just can’t explain why. I get all tensed up whenever he’s walking towards my direction. I can’t even last staring at him at least 3 seconds or else I’ll get goosebumps. I can’t get him out of my mind. When he’s there, I can’t stop staring, and when he’s not, I always feel the need to find him. Never did I thought that at my age, I could already feel such strong feeling towards someone. And its totally consuming my whole body. How can this be happening? It feels so unreal. Is this just all in my head? How I wish.

And right now, I don’t know how to slowly shift the situation to the time that I’m completely insane with him. Or was it really that fast for me to fall. I know everybody may think of me as too fragile, I liked him even though we don’t talk at all. I admired him with just all the times I stared at him, every time he smiles or every time he talks. It’s just crazy and too impossible to believe that I’m crazy about the guy I used to hate. I just wish they could see what I see and truly appreciate about him. He is

But I know, I truly know and I don’t expect any chance that he’ll notice me even just as a friend or a woman. We started off as two people who act like complete strangers and now its hard to build something special by this time. I am aware since then that he likes somebody else and I will never get in the way of anything that makes him happy. I support him with all my heart.

And she is pretty, very indeed. She is smart, kind, cute, fine, modest, petite and very much lovable. She is the definition of the almost-perfect lady. I don’t even see any flaw about her and I don’t see why he would not fall for her. Compared to her, I no longer see where I stand. And yes, I can totally see how he gets weak when she joins the picture. I see how he smiles, blushes and how he talks about her all the time. I see how much he adores her with all his heart. I see how he admires and praise every single detail about her. All of us do, and all of us do wish for them to end up together. Yeah it hurts but surprisingly, it hurts less with the thought that, thats what he wants. That’s what’ll make him happy.

You see, what we feel is just so similar, but not on the same person. I like him and he does too with somebody else. He doesn’t like me, and she doesn’t like him either. I get hurt and he does too. I know his pain. I know how hard it is. I know how hurtful it can get. And it hurts me more to think that he’s also going through all of that. I wish he wasn’t. How I wish she likes him back just because I don’t want him to feel the same pain I’m going through.

And so, that’s just it. That’s my experience and how destiny taught me that love comes in the most unpredictable times, to the most unpredictable person. Just what I said, who would expect that the person I was most disgusted is now the person who changed all my perspectives about love? Maybe someone did, but not me.

Before, I thought that when you like a person and he likes you back, that’s definitely love. Obviously I’m wrong. And I just realized that all I did before was so dumb. When I find a guy handsome, then I like him. When I had at least one deep talk with a guy, then I like him. When I accidentally locked my eyes with someone, then its destiny. When I bumped into someone at the hallway and he helped me pick up my things, then its fate. When my crush has another crush, then I’ll cry. As if he’s the last man on earth. I’ll hate the girl he likes and say bad things about her. I’ll say things such us “Makakamove on din ako” “Ayoko na sa kanya” just because I don’t want the pain. I don’t want to get hurt. And I don’t want him to like someone else but me. But it’s more than just that. I used to look at love as a page but apparently, its a book. And I’ve just read another chapter of it. I’ve learned a lot more.

I’ve learned that love is when someone’s happiness slowly becomes your happiness too. It is when you care a lot about a person that he matters even more than yourself. It is when all you want is to see him happy even if you’re hurting. It is when his single smile is more important than yours. It is the time that you wont wish him to end up with you, you would wish him to end up with someone who makes him happy. That you know, even if that person is not you, even if it hurts you so much, you’ll be okay. Because just a smile from his genuine happiness can heal your pain. Just a glimpse of laughter from his happily ever after can take away all your scars. Because as I said, he’s happiness slowly becomes my happiness too and so as long as he’s happy, I am happy.

Love is when your “Ansakit kasi may mahal kang iba” turns into “Masaya ako kasi masaya ka”.

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— intro

wooowwwweeeee i have no self control. here is my newest character SAGE. or as she as known in the land without magic, MOTHER NATURE. here is more info on her than you could ever want or need, but i have none-the-less provided.

here is some quick info:

gabriella wilde, 24, female, she/her, fae | did you see the look on SAGE LOANDERYN’S face ? they know as well as anyone that a war is coming. i’ve heard they’re a neutral good guardian of the forest with a reputation for being rather - docile, - insecure as well as + nurturing, + forgiving. no wonder they’re known as THE PHOENIX. they hail from the kingdom of the seasonal realm and are a noble. i’ve heard that in the land without magic, their fable is called FANTASIA. let’s see how long they’ll last.

Pls like or message me to plot! if you have a particular dynamic in mind, message me or note them on this post.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

gender & pronouns: female, she/her

sexual orientation: pansexual

siding with: no one (for now)

character label: the phoenix

species: fae

place of birth: Villeneuve

headcanons

• Sage is the bastard child of a high ranking noble in the Spring branch of the seelie court. Her father already having a wife and two children, she was not welcome to live in her father’s household for many years.

• Sage’s mother was a human peasant from the Villeneuve countryside who worked in an orchard picking fruit and tending to massive stretches of gardens. It was hard labor, but Sage’s mother was never one to complain. She met Sage’s father during a local spring festival and they spent the entirety of the warm seasons together. It was during this time that Sage was conceived.

• Sage’s father left before her mother even knew she was pregnant. Although her father broke off the relationship with her mother before leaving, in the small cottage where Sage lived with her mother, there was an enchanted flower kept in a crystal vase that sat on the windowsill. It never wilted and whenever Sage asked about it, her mother would reply with a small smile, “a gift from your father,” lifting the small girl on her hip to see the blossom better. “Precious… but not nearly as precious as you.”

• Sage lived on the orchard with her mother and several other families who tended the fields. She was used to a humble life driven by bitter work, but in spite of her hardship, was a happy (albeit a bit quiet) child.

• From a young age, Sage had an affinity for magic involving nature, specifically plants, growth and healing. She wonders if she may also have some power over the weather, but it doesn’t come naturally to her, and this inclination only seems to arise during the spring and summer seasons

• She often had to style her hair to hide the pointed tips of her fae ears, and therefore she has always worn it long and loose or carefully braided.

• When Sage was about 8 years old her mother became grievously ill. Her sickness grew more severe as the weeks passed. Only as her mother’s condition began to decline did the flower begin to also wilt.

• Sage was keeling at her mother’s deathbed the first time she saw her father. She did not recognize him, and although he seemed shocked to see her, he quickly seemed to recognize her. The two waited at her mother’s side as she slowly gave into fever. Sage and her father buried her at the edge of the woods near the base of a large and beautiful tree. Using magic she had never seen before, her father transformed the tree to take on her mother’s shape and promised Sage that the tree would never die or be felled.

• He then took Sage by the hand and brought her into the seasonal realm where she would live for several years with her step mother and step siblings

• Court life did not suit Sage. She was far too sweet and lacked the stamina to keep up with the political subtleties of court. Furthermore, her position as a half-fae bastard child made her the subject of much gossip. In addition, her relationship with her step-mother and step-sister was contentious at best. However, she does have a tender relationship with her step-brother.

• Because of her unhappiness at court and trouble with her father’s family, the two negotiated that she would leave his house and, due to her affinity for plant life and nature, become a guardian of the forests surrounding the seasonal realms (although she has found that, in one way or another, all forests seem to end up linking together and often wanders from forest to forest, fostering its growth and tenderly caring for it. However, she does have a deep attachment to the forests surrounding the spring court and spends much of her time there. She left her father’s house at around age 15 to care for the forests.

• As a result, she has been very sheltered due to focusing on her duty as a guardian and her near complete isolation. Her friends tend to be creatures of the forest.

• Recently, a fire broke out in the forests surrounding the spring court and despite Sage’s desperate efforts to protect it, the woods were consumed by the flames and reduced to ash and bare skeletons of trees. It is unclear if humans or fae or any other creature caused the fires, but the loss of her most beloved forest has left Sage emotionally devastated and grievously injured (as the forests she cares for have, in many ways, become an extension of herself. The forests surrounding the spring court being the greatest example of this).

• The only reason she survived the fires at all was because The King of the Forest found her before the flames could consume her, too weak to save herself, and carried her to safety.

are they aware of the land without magic ? no

residency status: she wanders from forest to forest, although she has a special connection with the forests enclosing the spring court and occasionally visits her father (but his house never feels like home)

quirks:

• Her clothes are often sparse and constructed out of plants. She has been known to have skirts made of petals or scalloped leaves. She is regularly seen with butterflies, flowers, and sometimes birds nestled in her hair

• She never wears shoes. She feels like it creates a barrier between herself and the earth and such distance feels unnatural to her.

• She is often in the company of other animals typical of the area she happens to be in

• Having spent so much of her life alone, Sage isn’t used to talking to or being around other people. When she interacts with them, she typically finds herself stumbling over her words, feeling quite shy or anxious and prone to blushing. That being said, she deeply desires companionship, especially friendship, which she has gone most of her life without.

• She has a high, airy, lovely voice, which when heard from a distance has been mistaken for the sound of the wind

• Living for so long in the wild, Sage’s awareness of social boundaries is limited. She doesn’t understand why people feel shy about nudity etc. because Sage believes it to be a natural and beautiful thing (although she is very likely to feel shy or flustered if people touch her, even in a casual manner).

• Sage’s knowledge of plants, herbs, and need for self-sufficiency in the wilderness have made her quite adept at medicines/healing practices. However, all her methods are homeopathic or magical in nature.

any additional notes / thoughts ? if not, you’re free to delete this part.

I know I refer to Sage as a ‘guardian,’ but she’s not like a guardian as detailed in rise of the guardians. She acts like one in many ways, but she isn’t part of that group. More than anything, she’s become a wandering spirit and protector of nature.

QUESTIONNAIRE

this is simply another quick way for you to get to know your character better and flesh them out more. all we ask is that you answer at least three of these questions and do so with at least one full paragraph.

how does your character feel about the uprising of the villains ?

sage feels concerned for the wellbeing of all who would be impacted by a war or fight. Having lived as long as she has in isolation, Sage is still fairly naïve to the actions of villains and how heinous they can be, so I think she’s more sympathetic to their experience than she might otherwise be. More than anything, Sage just wants people to get along and hopes that the uprising of villains will result in a truce where the issues can be worked out peacefully.

how does your character feel about magic ?

Sage values magic and sees it as an integral aspect of who she is. To Sage, magic is just as much a part of who she is as her hair or limbs. It connects her to the earth, which she has an exceptionally symbiotic relationship with. I don’t think she’s been exposed to the true power magic has or the threat it can pose if wielded in the wrong hands. She, naively, sees magic as infallibly good and pure, as well as a solution to most problems.

what side is your character taking in the foreseeable war ? why ?

I don’t think sage wants to have to pick a side. To sage, picking a side means the guarantee of war and thus the loss of life and the cause of great suffering. In this sense, Sage doesn’t see any right sides, just a conflict that will result in bloodshed. The only side she could ever be convinced to take would result from finding out who burned down her forest. Even so, it would be a decision fraught with conflict for her and she believes the attack on the forest must have resulted from the growing tension between heroes and villains.

#tales.intro #| musings ; sage |

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bbbb-barnes · 6 years

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Dance With The Devil [ 4 ] - A Mobster!Bucky X Reader.

Summery- You’re a hard working NYU student that left a small town childhood of gangs, drugs and violence behind. When you find out your mother is struggling you go back home to help, only to realise the gang your father used to run has become ruthless, however a handsome and dangerous man from your families rival gang catches your eyes and you can’t seem to stay away

WARNINGS; Swearing

I’LL DO THE TAGS IN THE MORNING WHEN I WAKE UP

sorry its a short 1 xox

if you like this plssss comment and send me asks, im trying to communicate more with people on this site so lit ama.

You took a moment to provide your best poker face, to try to ignore the fact his intense baby blues were burning into the side of your head, whilst you stared straight ahead, sinking into the soft leather interior of the plush, car seats. It was in that moment you realised how vulnerable you were in this situation, you didn’t doubt this man had killed people and that he could kill you and make it look like an accident, yet you were sat alone, in a car with him, late at night. You’d had such an overwhelming evening and panic bubbled up in your chest as you shifted in your seat, assuming the lack of air was coming from the sharp seatbelt cutting into your neck, you tried to manage your uneven breathing as you stewed over your conversation.

“I’m not going undercover for you, I’m sorry I can’t put my family in danger like that” You had tried not to sound too pleading, but you failed as you gushed your plea desperately. He looked straight ahead, driving down the boulevard, you tried not to stare when the street lights illuminated his stubbled and handsome face, he chewed his lip in consideration.

“No offence, Doll…I’ve known you for all of 2 minutes I wouldn’t trust you with that” He hummed, not sparing you a glance as he took a smooth left turn into a dimly lit parking lot you didn’t recognise, he put the car in park and rolled his broad shoulders.

“Are you going to murder me?” You blurted out in a slight panic, whipping your head around to get a better view of the abandoned lot, he chuckled, finally sparing you a glance and you wish he hadn’t, you felt yourself squirm under his intense slightly humorous gaze, you didn’t like being the centre of his attention, it felt like he could see every impurity and imperfection on your face and he looked at you so intently it felt like he was reading your mind like it was his favourite book.

“Not today” he teased with a wicked grin, you took to examining your shoes, letting your hair fall and frame your face you were thankful for the mask it provided.

“I want you to work for me, for a few weeks” he said casually, and you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“I don’t do arms deals” you replied a little flatly and he threw his head back with musical laughter and you marvelled at the sight for a second, before returning your gaze to anything but him.

“I need a housekeeper, mine had to unfortunately stop working for me yesterday” he explained, like it was the most normal thing in the world, he must have sensed your confusion because he continued to speak without waiting for any acknowledgement from you.

“You said your family are struggling, it’s a way to earn some extra cash for them, I offer a very competitive rate. I’d also like to keep my eye on you” He watched you carefully, waiting for your reaction.

“Keep an eye on me?” you asked with a disgusted tone, sitting up slightly.

“Whether you like it or not trouble attracts you Y/N. We have some… important deals happening right now and I’d rather you didn’t wander into the middle of them and cause a fuckin’ war, you may not like or acknowledge the fact you have a tie to this lifestyle, but other people won’t ignore it” He ran his hands through his hair and sounded a little exasperated as he explained all this to you.

“How will me being in your house, help you at all?” You questioned, he sighed and started the car up again with a jolt and started to drive.

“You’ll be out the way and if Jack finds out it might piss him off a little” he grinned wickedly, you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

“I saved your life back there” He reminded you simply and your mouth snap shut at his words, you realised you were getting off the hook pretty easy with a job offer, you were sure he had an ulterior motive but you were too exhausted to try and decipher it tonight, you lent your head against the leather headrest and enjoyed five minutes of peace watching the word pass by outside the window. You noticed you were getting closer and closer to your neighbourhood, when you realised you didn’t want this guy to know where you lived, you panicked slightly and make a snap decision.

“Anywhere here is fine” you spoke up meekly, he eyed you for a moment before coming to a stop a few blocks away from your house, he watched you closely with a small smirk on his face, you returned his gaze with a confused one and he just unlocked the doors for you.

“Well, thanks for everything I guess…” you said awkwardly, he just nodded, you gave a pathetic wave and clambered out of the car on to the chilly street, you shut the door behind you and gave him another wave, signalling him to leave, he just gave you another small nod.

“See you later” You tried one last time, you slowly walked up the stranger’s drive, hoping he would see you leave and drive off, but there he stayed, watching and waiting. Your face burned as you let out a frustrated huff, you started to walk back home admitting defeating and lamely hoping he wouldn’t notice but when you heard his car start up and heard it slowly creep behind you, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, he drove alongside you and wound down his window slowly, you didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking but you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Where ya goin’?” He teased with a snort and you felt your neck flush with embarrassment.

“Home” you mumbled, and you heard him laugh again.

“You think I didn’t already know where you live?” He asked, with a little disbelief in his voice and you stopped walking and finally looked at him.

“How do you know that?” you questioned, and he gave you his signature grin.

“I know everything” his wicked blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight, you tried to think of a witty remark but as you did so, a dog barked violently from a nearby garden, a loud and stark contrast to the quiet and peaceful evening, it made you visibly jump which in turn made Bucky howl with laughter, you glared at him and resisted the overwhelming urge to stamp your foot like a toddler.

“Get in the car, Y/N” He demanded in a soft tone and you were too tired to protest, so you slouched into the car and folded your arms with a huff as you flopped back down into the seat.

“Excuse me for not wanting a mob boss to know my address” you huffed, out of your peripheral vision you saw him raise an eyebrow at you, but he said nothing. After a few minutes of driving he pulled up to the correct house and turned the engine off smoothly and faced his body towards you.

“You start at 9am tomorrow, they’ll be a car here at 8:40am to pick you up” He instructed more seriously, and you nodded a little lethargically and ambled out of the car with a muttered ‘goodbye’

“Wait what shall I wear?” You asked innocently, not realising in your tiredness the implication of the question, he smirked at you through his open window, one arm leaning out casually.

“Don’t worry, I think I have a maid outfit knocking around” he joked, shit eating smirk still plastered on his face, you simply rolled your eyes and dragged yourself into your house, not looking behind you as you went. When you got into your room, you dragged your feet to your window to pull your curtains close, you paused when you saw his sleek car still sitting stationary outside your house, it took you by surprise, but you quickly closed your curtains and ignored you quickening heartbeat. It wasn’t until you were peacefully tucked up in bed until you heard his engine restart his car drive away.

You didn’t get much sleep that night.

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freedom-shamrock · 6 years

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Catching Chances - Chapter 12

Also on AO3 Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Marichat May day 31 - reincarnation

Marinette felt Chat scoop her up, cradling her as he moved. "Kitt-ty," she mumbled, completely comfortable with him carrying her. "Where we going?"

She felt his chuckle more than she heard it. "Bed, Princess. It's late. Way past your bedtime."

She recalled cuddling with him on the couch watching movies. "You're staying?"

"Yeah," he replied. "It's our long weekend together, remember?"

"Ooooh. Yeaaaah." With the knowledge that he wasn't leaving, that she would wake up to him tomorrow, she was able to relax against him and let sleep claim her again.

The floor was cool under her bare feet as she silently moved through the emperor's summer palace. In her transformation, the airy skirts and light trailing sleeves of her hanfu had been replaced with a red and black representation of a Jingxi opera huā dàn costume. Loose vertically striped pants swished around her legs. Two long thin braids hung down against the front of her red shirt while the rest of her hair was coiled at the back of her head in a style she never adopted as herself. A fan was tucked into her gold accented belt, its long red tassel and the dangling ties of the belt brushing against her pants in a way that was comforting in its familiarity. She'd prefer not to get caught sneaking around at night, but if she was, it shouldn't be a problem. She was a well-known hero in this guise, and she was effectively masked by white and pink magical opera makeup. Not even her own parents knew of her superhero activities and she'd rescued them twice this year alone.

She paused, seeing a shadow lurking in the room she was heading for. He was tall, carefully standing at the back of the room, where the open windows wouldn't shine light on him. But her eyes were attuned to the movement, and she saw better in the dark when she was transformed. She sighed, letting a faint smile grace her lips when she noted the pom on the top of his head. Pausing just long enough to listen, she continued into the room to meet with her partner. She joined him at the back wall.

"Piáo Chóng," he purred. "I suspected I might find you here."

She reached out and lightly tapped his nose. His face was concealed behind the magical makeup of the mask of Chong Hēihǔ. "Of course I'm here, silly cat," she whispered. "I don't deviate from our plans."

He smirked, bowing his head slightly. "My Lady is so clever."

She loved this relationship, so full of fun and genuine affection delivered in polite social manner. "I have managed to establish myself among the ladies as sweet and reliable."

He grinned. "As I said, so clever." He held out his hand, letting two fingers brush under her chin.

"Ah ah," she said, waving a finger in front of his face. "No distractions, My Tiger."

He folded his hands together and bowed his head. "Business first, of course," he said in agreement. "I have uncovered the first silk strands of the plot against the emperor and his family. I must unweave them a bit more before I have anything solid for us to work off, but I believe his eldest son is the target."

She swept up one of his hands in her own. "A thousand blessings upon your family," she murmured. "Please continue to pluck at those knots." Her fingers ran over the back of his sharp claws.

The world melted away, and she stood beside the Loire River at the besieged city of Orléans, dressed in plate armor that would have felt heavier if not for Tikki. She held a French banner aloft to flap in the wind while men around her fought. The dull thuds of steel against leather bucklers and shields joined with the sharp crack of bow strings and the shouts of the soldiers. They were here to free the town of Orléans from its British invaders, to take back French land from the ever expanding British reach. The army had been demoralized after too many consecutive defeats, and losing here was not an option.

Though she couldn't see her partner, she knew the Black Cat was here, following his side of the plan from his place inside the high stone walls of the city. She could feel his movements as he lurked in shadows, sabotaging the entrenched British forces at every opportunity. Her troops would succeed this day, and she would finally meet her partner outside of the visions her kwami's magic gave her.

The sights and sounds of war faded into the arid heat of the desert, subdued in the dark of night. The stars were bright in the deep blue black cloth of the sky. She sat cross-legged on the roof of the chapel of the sun, her black-spotted, red linen sheath bunched up around her thighs. The North Palace was quiet tonight, and she couldn't decide if that bode well for them or not.

Her hands fiddled with the red yo-yo that served as her primary weapon as Red Scarab, protector of Egypt. A faint scratching sound, the familiar noise of claws on brick caught her attention and she looked up in time to see her partner pull himself up onto the roof beside her.

"Good evening, my Panther," she whispered, smiling at him. The beads at the ends of her many braids clicked together as she moved her head.

He crawled, cat-like, to settle beside her. The tall gold-lined black ears that came with his transformation twitched and pivoted to catch the sounds around them. "Lovely Scarab," he said, settling beside her, the belt of his gold-accented, black linen shenti covering his lap. "The pharaoh is unwell. His mind has taken to madness."

She nodded. "It is what I feared."

"He has taken to calling the departed mother of his child by another name, and is preparing a great sacrifice to Ra," Panther continued. "He has acquired a tool of magic." He looked down at his hand, where a silver band wrapped around his finger. "I've not seen its like before. Plagg tells me that should he cast his spell it will cause great harm and it won't bring back the dead."

Red Scarab nodded. "Tikki feels the magic. She worries for the fertility of Egypt and the surrounding nations if it is put to use."

"We will stop him, my love," Panther said, confidently.

She smiled at him. "You seem so certain, son of Bastet." She tapped him lightly on the nose.

"With you beside me, I can't be anything else." For a moment, he closed his bright green eyes, slitted like a cat's and glowing with his magic. "And perhaps when the threat is past, you will consent to become the wife of a scholar and servant of justice."

She giggled. "I see you have plans of you own."

"I do," he agreed, leaning over to nuzzle her beaded hair. "You are welcome to join me in them."

"Then I shall." The skin of his bare shoulders was warm and soft under her hand as she leaned against him. She didn't know his true name or identity, and learning his occupation made her far happier than she expected.

Marinette woke with a gasp, strangely both fully aware of who and where she was, yet oddly disoriented from dreams of a hundred past Ladybugs. In every one, her black cat was by her side. Sometimes things ended peacefully in old age or naturally from illness. They raised children, mourning together for those who did not survive infancy. In other lives he took a final fatal blow meant for her, and in even fewer she did the same for him.

She was breathing hard, tears leaking out of her eyes to drip onto the duvet she clutched. She whined, unsure if she was more upset over experiencing Jeanne d Arc's burning at the stake, or the fact that her Back Cat had allowed himself to be captured in cat form, only to be thrown onto the pyre, as self punishment when he couldn't help her escape.

Familiar hands wrapped around her, pulling her to Chat Noir's chest. He was in the soft t-shirt she'd made for him, and it smelled like him. Not pungent, but comforting. "Sssh, Mari. I'm here. I've got you," he whispered. His hands trembled a little, and his breathing almost as rough as her own. "It was just a dream."

She shook her head, unable to speak out of fear that she'd make some horrible howling sound. It wasn't a dream. She'd bet her miraculous on it. She'd lived the past Ladybugs' lives in her sleep. She didn't remember all of them, not consciously, she couldn't. But they were all there, to some extent.

Chat kissed her forehead, rocking her in his arms, whispering softly to her until she was calm. His fingers gently brushed her hair out of her face as she looked up at him from her vantage point resting on his bicep. "You're safe Mari. I'm here with you, I won't let anything hurt you."

She reached up and brushed her fingers over the edge of his fabric mask. It was damp and he looked almost as spooked as she'd felt. "Oh Kitty," she whispered. "My sweet kitty." She bit her lip and tightly screwed her eyes shut, to prevent another round of crying.

"It's time," Plagg said quietly. He'd taken up residence at the end of the bed.

"I'll get you cheese in a minute," Chat said.

"That's not what I'm talking about," Plagg said with a wry smile. "You had the dreams. It's time to end the charade."

Marinette reached out a hand to the black kwami, pulling him close to cuddle as soon as he landed on her palm. "Oh Plagg…" she whispered. How hard had it been for him to lose so many of his kittens?

Plagg purred and rubbed his head under her chin. "This is what we've been waiting for, Princess. You can tell him now."

"Tell me what?" Chat asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Why now?" she asked, confused.

"You are each complete now. You know who you are. Who you were." He reached out and lightly placed one paw on the tip of her nose. "You've seen what can go wrong. You understand the importance of caution and planning. You're ready."

Sniffling a little, she looked back up at Chat. "I love you."

That brought her a half-smile. "That's not news, though I'm always glad to hear it."

She shrugged. "Yeah… I hope you still feel that way after this." What if he didn't? What if he didn't come back? Tears pricked at her eyes again. She couldn't lose him. Not again.

"To be fair," Plagg helpfully interjected, looking his chosen in the eye. "She's been wanting to tell you this for ages. Since she moved here."

"Before," she corrected.

Plagg gave her a glance. "I stand corrected. She's wanted to tell you since before she moved here. But we wouldn't let her."

"What?" Chat said quietly. "We?"

Marinette put her thumb behind one earlobe, calling his attention to the plain black cabochon earrings she always wore. "I'm Ladybug."

Chat froze, his eyes positively huge as he stared at her.

"My kwami... Tikki, forbade me from telling you, and… I've felt awful, keeping it from you. But it doesn't change anything. I still love you. I still want to be with.you." She wanted to reach out and embrace him, but didn't dare intrude upon his space. "None of this has changed." She gestured between them.

"With all due respect, My Lady, it changes quite a bit," he said.

She flinched, drawing her arms in close to hug herself as she prepared for the worst.

His hand caught one of hers before she could fold in on herself entirely. "I didn't say it was a bad change, Princess." He brought her fist to his lips, lightly kissing the back.

She closed her eyes, shuddering in relief. "I love you."

"And I love you, Marinette." Moving slowly, he reached up and placed her hand on the knot at the back of head. "And I know how you feel, exactly. I've wanted to tell you who I am… I've felt so dishonest, Princess."

She offered him a small smile. "I know you, don't I?" She felt his nod more than she saw it. "I understand. And I will still love you without this."

"Take it off, please." His voice was small, as if he expected her to deny him.

She slipped the knot up the back of his head, not looking away from his eyes as she discarded the mask the moment his face was exposed. "Oh," she whispered, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "Oh, Adrien. It's you." It was as though all the pieces of a puzzle had fallen into place, and it was so right. She beamed at him. "Of course it's you." She slipped one hand into his hair behind his ear.

His eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. "Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive." All her warm happy feelings fled and she nearly choked on nothing when she realized all the things that had happened to Adrien, when she suddenly knew the name of the man who had abused her Kitty for years.

His eyes snapped open. "What? What's wrong?"

She ground her teeth together for a moment. "I want to kill your father," she snarled.

"I told you," Tikki whispered, nudging Plagg, as she settled beside him in Marinette's lap.

"She's being hyperbolic," Plagg dismissed.

"She's not." The tiny red kwami met Marinette's eyes. "Don't think I don't see you plotting murder, Marinette."

"Death is far too good a punishment," Marinette snapped.

"I adore you, Princess," Plagg said, happily.

Adrien laughed, lightening the dark mood that had settled. "Nice to meet you Tikki." He extended one finger to the kwami, chuckling as she hugged it. "Princess, can you plot against my father later?" When she met his eyes she was surprised by the joy she saw there. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Kwamis out," Plagg blurted, grabbing hold of Tikki and flying out of the room.

"But I can plot later?" she asked, massaging his scalp again.

"Yes." He leaned in to rub his cheek against hers. "I'll even help."

"Okay," she agreed. "Kisses and cuddles now. Plotting later."

Thank you all for sticking through this one with me. I'm so sorry this chapter took so long! If I have time an energy, I'll come back and slap on an epilogue showing the fall of Gabriel Agreste.

Research Notes: China Piáo Chóng (Ladybug) and Hēihǔ (Black Tiger) Their costumes are influenced by Chinese Opera.

Huā dàn is a traditional opera role. Huā dàn are young maidens, flighty, energetic, and vivacious, they are known for quick movements and a bit of sass. Their role is there to brighten and amuse. This is a presentation of a well known dance Qiao Huā Dàn by the dance school I volunteer with

Chong Hēihǔ is a black tiger character from both a Chinese novel and opera. You can see his opera mask paint here .

Hēihǔ is wearing a costume consistent with a wu song hero role because it would be better to fight in than some of the costumes used in the wu sheng and other hero roles. He's wearing this in black with green

France Jeanne d Arc and Black Cat

She was burned at the stake and a black cat was thrown on the fire, a common practice for the pyre of a witch. The cat was her partner, who could shapeshift. He chose to die, allowing himself to be captured for this purpose when he could not free his partner.

Egypt Red Scarab and Panther

Akhenaten's concubine or lover (known to historians as only The Younger Lady), and the mother of Tutankhaten (later Tutenkhamun) has died and he is bereft. He has taken to calling her by his wife Nefertiti's name (it means "the beauty has come").

#Miraculous Ladybug #fanfic #marichat may 2018 #Catching Chances #my writing #Marichat

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Scorpio Rising Chapter 2

Author: @intergalacticwartimespace (somelikeithoth on a03!)

Title: Scorpio Rising

Pairings: Poe/Finn, Rey/Rose, minor Finn/Rose

Summary: Poe has a panic attack after an unpleasant conversation with Finn triggers a wave of emotion he hadn't realized he hadn't been feeling. Afterward, General Leia asks Poe to lead a memorial service for those killed by the Dreadnought and on Crait. Leia can see Poe is struggling but she struggles herself how to connect with him when she and her son are partly responsible for his pain.

TW: Panic Attacks, nightmares, memorial services/funerals.

A/N: I have a busy day tomorrow so I am posting chapter 2 early so that I don't forget. Ahhh more angst. I really need to write a fluffy fic for how angsty this is going to be. It's gonna get worse before it gets better, but I promise a happy ending. There is a nice dose of Damerey friendship solidarity. Enjoy & leave a comment if you have anything to say! I am looking for a beta for this fic, so if you or someone you know is interested, let me know.

The emotions came quicker than Poe could possibly feel them. Poe walked quickly through the halls of the base, each step becoming harder to calculate. The lights seemed too bright and everything in his vision field distorted like a fish eye lense. His feet felt out of step and his whole body tingled. Finally Poe made it to the cool outside night air. Poe staggered off base and sat beside a large durasteel supply crate in the grass. Poe’s heart raced and his veins flowed with ice. The tears just kept coming.

I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming. Poe pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head in his knees, squeezing his eyes shut. Kylo Ren was in his brain, right there. He remembered the moment Kylo got it out of him. He hadn’t been strong enough. Shame threatened to swallow him whole right then. It’s my fault, it was all my fault. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t given up the base.

“Fuck,” Poe sobbed. “ Fuck , it’s my fault.” His chest heaved. I shouldn’t even be feeling this way, he thought. I can handle rejection and this has nothing to do with Finn-

Finn. He remembered with a certain clarity the moment Finn removed his stormtrooper helmet. “ This is a rescue. ” He remembered Finn wearing his jacket, and the careful way that he had tucked the blanket under Rose’s chin. Finn was so good . But for a split second, Poe thought it might have been better if he had never been rescued at all. So many less people would have died at his hand. Rose’s sister would still be here.

Poe Dameron did not want to be Poe Dameron anymore. It turns out that being the best pilot in the galaxy weighed heavy on one’s shoulders. All he wanted was to sleep, to just sleep and forget and not wake up.

Distantly he heard BB-8’s trademark warble calling out for him. [ Poe, Master-Poe; where are you? Don’t make me alert the general. ]

Poe huffed and stood up. He quickly wiped snotty tears on his shirt and wrung out his hands. He couldn’t let BB-8 see him like this. Slowly he walked to his droid.

“I’m over here buddy,” Poe knelt down and hugged his droid.

[ Poe… ]

“I’m fine, buddy. Let’s go to bed.”

[ Poe does not seem ‘fine.’ ] His eyes were red and his hair was a mess. His hands trembled and his voice quaked. [ Was Master-Poe having a panic attack? ]

“I’ll postpone your matienience if you keep this you yourself,” Poe offered.

After some careful consideration, the droid beeped, [ Deal. ] BB-8 happily rolled back to base.

Poe fell asleep quickly once back in his quarters, exhausted from his crying fit. He slept peacefully for a few hours when he was awoken by the sound of his door sliding open.

He tried to lift his head and call out but no words came. A tall black figure stood in the doorway. For several minutes the figure stood, unmoving, and Poe could not break his stare. He tried to move, to do anything, but his body wasn’t responding. The black figure took several slow steps towards him. He was at his bedside now, but Poe still could not see his face. He heard a click. Kylo Ren’s lightsaber roared to life. Leia Organa's son raised his arm ready to strike.

Poe was awoken by his own tongue-tied shout. It took a few moments for his eyes to focus. He was facing the wall of his bunk but he could sense something standing beside him. He was afraid of what he might find if he turned his head.

[ General-Leia wants to see you right away, Master-Poe. ] BB-8 beeped helpfully. Poe groaned and flopped onto his back. He did not want to fight with Leia.

“General,” Poe stood at attention. “You wanted to see me?”

“At ease, Captain.” Leia smiled at him, and though Poe had relaxed, there was an uneasy tension. He could not meet her eyes more than a few seconds at a time. “Please sit. There is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Poe obeyed, taking a seat at across from Leia at her desk. Poe looked past her at the Rebel flag hanging on the duracrete wall behind her.

“Now that we have settled into the new base, I was thinking it was time we honored our dead.” Poe nodded. “I was hoping you would say a few words.”

Poe didn’t respond.

“Poe?”

“I don’t want to.”

She sighed. “Poe, Crait happened. The Dreadnaught happened. It’s time to cut our losses and move on.” Leia said.

“All due respect,” Poe said bitterly, “But if I recall you criticized my choices, and now you want me to memorialize them?”

“Poe.” Leia said sternly. His jaw tightened. He did not want to fight with Princess Leia, his mothers oldest friend.

“Fine.” Poe said. “May I leave?”

Leia inhaled. There was still so much more to say. So much she still needed to apologize for. But this was so much bigger than one fight. War, was complicated and messy, and she needed to find words that were enough for that. “Poe. I,” she paused.

Poe would rather be anywhere else but here. Leia knew this. It was easy to talk through the most logical action when you weren’t holding up the roof and knee-deep in it, like Poe had done on her behalf so many times. It was easy to call off an attack from the safety of the bridge when your best friends weren’t dying in real time around you.

“You may.” As Poe got up to leave, Leia shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Surrogate sons were no easier than biological sons, Leia had discovered.

Later in the day, Poe contemplated his new task while he repaired old equipment on the previously abandoned rebel base. He was laying on his back underneath inside a dusty durastele cabinet, rewiring colorful circuits. It was not unusual for the general to ask the impossible of him. It’s just that if you do the impossible once, he had found, they don’t stop asking. Poe was tired. Broken like a scratched holovid, replaying the same scenes over, and over, and over again, ad nauseum. His conversation with Leia skipped in his head, superimposed on images of that week.

Kylo Ren, her son, had tortured him; an abuse that had left him on his side. And she protected him. Of course, she had. It was a bitter reminder who was Leia’s true son. She had slapped him, humiliated him, and finally shot him. Maybe he half deserved it, he wondered.

He zapped himself on one of the wires. An expletive escaped his mouth. He couldn’t say he was surprised that had happened. It seemed the Force’s way of reminding him of his place. He hadn’t forgotten; it was so shameful to say that Leia had in any way been inadequate. War was a profound sacrifice. Parenthood was a profound sacrifice.

But goddamn his mother and his father, this life that they had set him up for. He half loathed them, and fully loved them for it. He wanted to so badly to be able to blame someone, blame his mother for leaving him behind, for leaving him looking for mothers in inappropriate, authoritative positions. But he couldn’t blame her. Whether she lived or died, Poe would have likely still found his way to the resistance; that’s just the kind of person he was. He probably would have loved Leia just as fiercely because that’s just the kind of woman she was.

Poe swore again, and this time not because the wires had shocked him. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, after all.

The next afternoon, Poe had tasked Rey with helping him search the basement of the old Rebel base for supplies for the memorial. Lights flickered in damp tunnels underneath the base. BB-8 quietly rolled alongside them, projecting a shining light. “So do you know where this supply closet is?” Rey asked. She idly kicked a pebble as Poe ducked his head into a room, he and BB-8 giving it a once over.

“Leia said it would be somewhere in one of these rooms,” Poe called from inside the room.

“Right. How is that, by the way, you and Leia? Finn told me what happened on the bridge.” Poe stepped out into the hallway again and gave her a dead-eye stare. “Oookay, forget I asked.”

Rey brushed her fingers over cobwebbed walls. These halls bore too much resemblance to the one she had found Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber in.

“Have you ever held a memorial before?” Rey changed the subject. Poe shook his head. “I spoke at my mothers funeral.”

Blast, she thought. “ Oh, Poe. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you had…” It suddenly made sense, his relationship with Leia. She was clearly more to him than a commanding officer.

“S’okay Rey, you didn’t know.” He said with a weakly reassuring smile. He clapped her on the shoulder. “We’re at war. Everybody’s lost somebody.”

Rey pressed her lips together. “I know. I mean- My parents, they left me on Jakku.” Rey said.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Rey.” he said.

“Were you close with your mother?” Rey asked as she ducked her head into another room. Then, “Poe, I think this is it.” Her hands fumbled in the dark and found an exposed lightswitch. The fluorescent lights flickered over head. They were in a medium sized room with aluminum shelves lining the walls. On the largest shelf on the far wall, a stack of Rebel flags sat folded. On the shelf above them, several scraped up helmets left over from the Rebel Alliance sat covered in dust. Poe stepped forward and picked one up, dusting it off.

“I learned how to fly on my mother's knee.” He said, placing the helmet on Rey’s head. It was too large for her and fell to one side. Poe bopped her on the head, which only exaggerated the tilt. “There. Fits like a glove.” Poe grinned, and Rey grinned back. Rey didn’t know what a brother, or a friend, for that matter was supposed to feel like, but she thought that Poe must be pretty close to the real thing.

Rey and Poe had, with the help of BB-8, dragged crates of helmets and flags to the main hall of the base. At the front of the large room, Poe arranged the crates in a horizontal line, one for each of the transports and main fleets that had been taken out by the First Order. Traditionally, Poe had said, that a kind of battlefield cross would have been made for each fallen member of the resistance. However, it was glaringly obvious that they didn't have nearly enough resources for the kind of large-scale loss they had suffered. Rey was unsure of what to expect for a Resistance memorial service. But as she helped Poe set up for it the afternoon of, she couldn't shake the weighty feeling of tradition and ritual. Rey watched as with great reverence Poe draped the Rebel flag over each crate, the Rebel insignia hanging in front. Then, Poe took a helmet and placed one atop each draped crate.

With the stage set for the memorial, Poe left for his barracks to go over once more what he had planned to say. This was not to say that he something planned at all. What could he possibly say?

The thing about war in intergalactic space is that while there were often casualties, there were not often bodies. In his more halcyon, hopeful days, Poe liked to believe that if we were vaporized in war, then whatever weird, vague, nebulous shit we were made of would join with the Force or some Luke Skywalker shit like that.

Now, however, Poe questions what an “instant” death really means. He wonders about the nature of matter and if we really are greater than the sum of our parts. Nihilism never looked good on him, but he isn’t quite sure this whole Force thing means anything. Maybe we are all fighting for nothing, delaying nothing, he thinks. But he has to believe anyway because if it really is all for nothing, if Rose’s sister died for nothing, that might be worse than not knowing.

After setting up the display, Poe returned to his room on base to prepare for the service. When he entered the room Poe didn't bother flicking on the lights; he knew just what he would see. Bed sheets hung halfway off the bed in a tangled mess, a small pile of dirty clothes at the foot of the bed. Poe's usually fairly neat desk was strewn with loose papers, garbage, and spare parts for BB-8. The trash overflowed. Poe's holo-communicator blinked on the nightstand next to his bed. In the dim light of the early evening, Poe went to his closet and rifled through a basket of clothes. Poe picked up a grey button up shirt and sniffed it. Deciding that it met the bare minimum requirements, he swapped it with his other shirt. Poe quickly ducked into the bathroom, raking his fingers through his curly dark hair, but he couldn’t be bothered to do much more than that. It was good enough; appearances hardly mattered when everyone else feels like shit. Poe yanked on his jacket and went out the door.

Quietly the Resistance filed into the hall that evening. Rey and BB-8 had made quick work of setting up enough chairs for everyone in two columns. Poe paced about nervously greeting members of the Resistance. He played the part of ‘fearless leader,’ but inside he felt sheepish. Leia wore one of her glorious robes. She graciously walked from person to person, shaking the hands of low-level Resistance members, offering condolences, sharing memories. ‘ She truly is royalty,’ Poe thought. It occurred to Poe then that Leia had lost someone dear to her too.

The ceremony started on time, though Poe wished he could have delayed it just another moment. Quietly Leia took a seat behind the small tribute Rey and Poe had arranged. Rey sat in the first row, BB-8 seated next to her on the inner edge of the aisle. Beside her sat Finn. Rose cast her eyes downward as she walked into the room. She sat beside Finn. Finn gently placed an arm around her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. Finn placed his hands in his lap, fidgeting. There was a chasm between them.

Leia climbed to the podium to give an outline of the evening's plans. "We are gathered here to mourn our dead. After a few remarks from Captain Dameron, we will leave time for those who wish to spend a moment. Afterwards, there will be refreshments. We also invite anyone who is struggling at this time to visit the medbay for counseling." Someone in the audience scoffed. "Captain Dameron, the time is yours." Though Poe was a few steps from the podium, the journey seemed to take an eternity. Perhaps for those who did not know him well, Poe seemed to be coping, but the way he carried himself was louder than silence.

Grimly, Poe looked over the audience. Leia and Admiral Holdo were in the back of his mind. He is dangerous. He is volatile. And goddamn he has no right to be here. Finn looked to Rey. Rey merely shrugged. Poe had not told her what he had planned for the memorial, but something told her this was not it. In the silence, one could hear three things: BB-8 quietly whirring, a few idle coughs, and several sniffles and choked sobs. Rey silently communicated with Poe the best she could. She wasn't exactly sure how the Force worked in a lot of ways, especially regarding mind reading and such, but she hoped and prayed that her thoughts were loud enough for Poe to hear. 'You can do this.'

Finally, Poe lifted his head and cleared his throat.

'Reckless flyboy.'

“I know that this has been a hard few days, hell, it's been a hard few months... There has been more than enough to go around lately." then Poe laughed uncomfortably. Rose did not look up when Poe began speaking.

"There will be more to come. But listen to me,” Poe raised a finger, and nervously licked his lips. “I was aboard the ship of the First Order. These bastards don't care about anything. They will do what they must to get what they want. They are cynical and calculating. I know the odds are stacked against us…” Poe clasped his hands, he started and stopped again. Finally, he said, “This loss hurts. It hurts because it matters."

Rose finally raised her head, but Poe could not hold her gaze for more than a few seconds. He looked to Finn. Finn’s gaze held steady. "Don’t let the First Order take that away from you. If we are to have a fighting chance, you cannot become like them. You must refuse to join them. This hurt is the difference between us and them. On the memory of those taken from us, every night we survive, even if it is just one more day, it is total victory again and again. If you make it to midnight tonight, you can make it tomorrow.” Poe said the words with shaky confidence. He believed them, yeah, he had to believe his own words because the survival of the resistance depended on it, but even they could not fix the bottom line: He can’t look Rose in the eye because he got her sister killed and he’s in love with her boyfriend.

Poe returned to his seat at the front next to the general. Leia stood and dismissed the mourners. Poe sat hands clasped in his lap, head down low. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You did good, Poe,” Leia said. Poe said nothing. She seemed so much older than she had weeks ago. Poe looked past her and saw Rey smiling gently at him; Finn comforted Rose. Poe could hardly be mad at him, Finn was a good man. A tear missed his cheek and hit the floor.

Poe felt like a walking wound.

After the memorial service, the majority of the rebels shuffle to the mess hall for supper. Leia watched as Poe slunk away from the group and walked lonely down the hall to his quarters. Not even his faithful droid was with him.

The walls seemed to close around him as he walked. Leia felt an ocean of distance from where he needed her to be. From the back of his head, Poe looks so much like her, Leia thinks. She knows this is hardly the life Shara Bey would have chosen for her son, after all, she sacrificed for a better world for him.

But watching Poe walk down the back of the hall, his head of dark curls and the way he carried himself each gifts from his mother, Leia can’t help but feel that Poe is so himself that in past lives and future lives, it would always end the same: He would get himself killed fighting for a cause that he believed in.

Leia wondered now if her old friend could see her son now. Shara do you know you have a beautiful son? She wondered.

#fanfic #fanfiction #poe dameron #poe dameron fanfic #angst #star wars #star wars fanfiction #rey #finn #rose tico #reyrose #finnpoe #a writes #scorpio rising

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Pentagon AU

this is a thing we’ve been thinking and talking about for over half a year now and the world we've made up has consumed so much of our time that we’ve decided to share it here. ~S. & D.

1. It’s 5387 and it's been 17 generations since the treaty was made between the homo sapiens and the aliens that invaded earth. 1.1. Let’s just pretend that the current world problems don’t apply to this world. 1.2. Global warming, etc. 2.it’s been so long since our time here, the earth has changed a lot. No thanks to the alien invasion and what they brought to earth, a lot of nature has changed. 2.1. animals have been mutated everywhere. Some are hybrids of different animals, some have turned freakishly gigantic, and some of the rare cases is that they’ve rapidly evolved or fused with alien magic (alien tech, whatever, its magic to us). After so many generations of mutation, the rarest ever is to find a purely non-mutated, natural and earthly animal. 2.2. i.e. wolf-bears, baseball-sized mosquitos, Faeries (hummingbirds that glow), etc. 2.1. the climate is all wacked up. 2.2. you could be in a desert and a two miles drive north and you’d be drenched in the snow. 2.1. there’s also glowing plants. Heck, if they look like a normal flower and not weird like a human hand, they glow. Where there’s sap, there’s glow, some may even sparkle. Some may be poisonous, some may possibly heal fatal injuries, who knows. 3. It’s been a while since the alien invasion, a millennia give or take, and some of the humans are getting a little paranoid. They’re starting to be wary that someday the aliens will break their end of the bargain and come back. 4. Which leads to my main point. 5. Vortex 5.1. they are an organization funded by The Council that was formed back in the 30’s. But things got bad for them when The Council realized that instead of taking voluntary soldiers they were taking children from their families by force. 5.1. for 50 years they have been disbanded. 5.1. but now that the Council is a mess and at war with itself, the Vortex has been working secretly again. 5.2. not that they haven’t been for the past fifty years they’ve been “disbanded”. 5.3. but they’re taking children again. 5.3. for thirty years now, they’ve been taking children. 6. People live in fear, ones that don’t live in big cities like Linnoitus, Arcturus, and Daedala, cities that Vortex can’t operate in. 7. Vortex takes children, usually from ages 3 to 9, because they are naïve. 7.1. they don’t know to fight and defend. 7.1. they’re easy to train and submit. 7.1. they learn to be loyal to them. Or else, consequences will teach them. 8. In there, they are taught to either be fighters. 9. In there, they are taught to be scientists. 10. In there, they are taught to be killers. Monsters. Kill without mercy. Do whatever it takes by whatever means necessary to get what they need. 10.1. not what they want. They’re not allowed to want anything. 11. Being taken there is bad enough. But being born there might be worse. 11.1. being born there would put high expectations on you. From your mentors and your parents. 11.2. and when you can’t meet those expectations. Consequences. 12. On a summer evening -or what should be summer in mid-June- 5380, 378 children ran away. 12.1. it was a chaotic night. 12.1. There were originally 402 of them… the rest didn’t make it. 12.1. they were fed up with the vortex and they’re ways 12.1. they’ve banded together and planned this for fortnights. 12.1. they were brave, finally making a move after The Incident all those years ago. 12.1. The youngest of the bunch was 12, and the oldest was 18. 12.2. they wanted to take the younger ones with them, but they couldn’t risk their lives if they can’t protect themselves or get too caught up the moment they are up against vortex agents. 12.1. you could even call them rebelling teenagers. 13. The kids ran, they ran, and ran, and ran until they knew Vortex couldn’t find them anymore. After all, they had made quite the damage that night. 13.1. that night, on the spot where they set camp, none of them could sleep from the adrenaline of the night. 13.2. they all hardly ever spoke, still wary of the danger of the night. They all just laid there and took in the whole thing until exhaustion took over them. 14. In the morning, the oldest of the bunch decided and announced this: “there is a decision to be made here, perhaps the first decision you’d get to make in your life. You can leave if you want, start a life and live peacefully in a city, the closest is Arcturus. No one will blame you for leaving. Or you can stay with us. We’re going to make a change. We’re going to fight against Vortex, and hopefully, one day stop them entirely, and that day will be the day that children won’t have to live the life we did again.” 15. In the end, 324 of them had stayed. 16. At first, they struggled. 16.1. finding resources. 16.1. having a shelter. 16.1. getting along with each other. 17.But eventually, they managed. 17.1. they found connections in Arcturus for the things they need. Food, materials, anything of the sort. 17.1. after 2 years, they finally finished building their headquarters. 17.1. as for the getting along thing… yeah, that one’s a story for another time. 18. They call themselves the Pentagon. <<Honestly, I have no idea why we named it this but yeah.>> 19.It’s been 7 years since the Pentagon was established. They’ve been through a lot through these 7 years. 19.1. They sabotaged countless Vortex operations. 19.1. Being near Arcturus, they’ve made some friends and alliances. 19.2. Some high-class people, rich and with authority. Some lower class, normal citizens and even people in the black market. 19.3. they’re not all that righteous. 19.2. some people that they met even joined them. 19.1.but they’ve lost even more people. 19.2. there are only 50 of them left, give or take. 20. Regardless of how many people are left, they still fight. 20.1. in order to strive for the goal they set 7 years ago, they fight.

#au #pentagon au #post apocalypse #vortex #hand plant #where global warming doesn't exist #this is much longer than i'd expected #probably no one's ever gonna see this #but i can dream

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