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dmitrimolotov · 2 years

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Bound to a Rock and an Eagle - 17

Chapter 17

No. 17: Hanging by a threat

Breaking point | Stress positions | Reluctant caretaker

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The rest of the car ride for Victor was a blur, or would have been if he had been able to see anything. He remembered the sound of his wheezing breath and trying to make sure his lungs kept drawing in air, all while worrying about Henry and Elizabeth.

When they’d arrived at their destination, Victor couldn’t tell how much time had passed, nor where they might be. He was dragged from the car, propped up over someone’s arm - probably the doctor’s - and carried inside a building before being laid on a solid metal surface. For a moment, the mental image settled in his head of his creation, laying on the bench in his lab. He felt absolutely vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to him.

Another stinging needle in his arm and his glasses were lifted again, a warm hand was placed over his eyes and gently rubbed. He hadn’t realised how irritated they were becoming from the lack of movement, but the motion soothed them somewhat.

“I’ve given you an anticholinesterase that will counteract the paralysis. You’ll start to regain movement soon, but I wouldn’t recommend any sudden movement. You were a little tachycardic in the car and your blood pressure can do strange things that might cause you to faint for one, and also, the people with guns in the room probably won’t be too impressed with you, so watch yourself.”

Victor would have thanked him if he’d had control of the muscles in his face, but as the drugs wore off, he started breathing easier and was able to slowly open his eyes. The room he was in was lit a bright white by fluorescent overhead lights, but the walls were a slate grey colour. His head lolled to one side and he was able to see a pair of metal chairs, very minimal, painted white. There was a mirror built into one wall, but no windows; he realised it must be a two-way mirror and that he was in an interrogation room.

“How’s he doing?” The woman’s voice came from somewhere outside of Victor’s range of vision.

“Seems to be fine, I’m a bit concerned about the bruising, might have some tracheal or laryngeal damage - but this wasn’t our guys, was it?” He couldn't hear or see the response, but assumed it was a no.

“Didn’t think so. He’s had a run in with him, then, fairly recently too, last night, I would guess. Am I right?” He looked at Victor when he said it, but it was the woman who replied.

“Yes, the boys tracked it into the city, lost it for a few hours but were able to match the area with an address that had popped up on several of the phone records. And so now we have the pleasure of the company of the infamous Mr. Frankenstein.”

She finally walked around to where he could see her.

“My name is Agatha, this is Felix,” she spoke in a tone that felt like she was trying to be gentle but it didn’t feel like it came naturally to her. She had that tone that made it sound like she was used to getting what she wanted. It reminded Victor of some of the more pretentious lecturers, the ones who thought it was a rite of passage for students to be hazed and treated like crap. The sort that always seemed to provoke an argument from him, even if that wasn’t his intention. He wondered if anyone that day had given real names, but highly doubted it.

“We’ve been investigating an individual who we think you’ve been in contact with, and we would appreciate your cooperation in assisting us to track him down and find out more about him,” she went on. “I believe you know him best as the Ingolstadt Bigfoot.”

Victor had been laying still, but was aware of the growing control over his muscles again, he was tensing them experimentally and they were now responding more reliably. He might be able to take them by surprise…

It was a hopeful thought until he heard the door behind him close heavily and the oddly distinct sound of handcuffs unlatching. He practically threw himself off the table, almost directly into Agatha, who deftly stepped back as his legs gave out from under him and his head swam. The next thing he knew, Felix had propped him in a chair and was checking his pupillary light reflex, while Max handcuffed his arms through the chair behind him, which he now also noted, was bolted to the floor.

“Victor, we don’t want to make this any more difficult than it has to be - than it has been already. Running from us, avoiding the questions, arguing… All of this makes me think you know more than you’re letting on, or maybe you’re involved in something that you shouldn’t be. I don’t much care if you are, if I'm honest. Like I said, we’re not the police and we have no interest in arresting you for legal wrongdoings. What we do want to know is everything you know about this man. Including how you made him.”

Oh right, he’d said that, hadn’t he? Shit.

“And if you don’t-” Max piped up behind him- “we have your friends just next door.”

Victor tested his voice, coughing to clear his throat before finding it was actually somewhat clearer now than it was before. “They honestly don’t know anything, Elizabeth only arrived this morning and Henry I’ve never told anything - he wouldn’t have believed me anyway. You can ask them, but they won’t be able to tell you anything.”

Max leaned down next to his ear and his voice grew dark. “I wasn’t implying I’d ask.”

Victor froze, emotions registering from fear to rage inside him.

“Your partner hurt my partner, what goes around… well, if you tell us everything we want to know, it won’t have to come full circle.”

Deep inside Victor, something finally snapped.

“So,” the woman smirked. “What do you say?”

#whumptober2022 #no.17 #breaking point #Frankenstein #fic #needle #manipulation #molotov cocktales

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demonsandco · 3 years

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I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh

So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.

(cont under the cut)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.

The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.

His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time

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the-real-xmonster · 5 years

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What’s Next for Yuzu?

Hello girls/guys, apologize for suddenly going MIA this past weekend - I was out of town and didn’t bring my laptop with me. I’ve got tons of questions sitting in my inbox about the men’s event (as well as leftovers about the ladies’), which I’ll try to get to in the next couple of days. First, though, in this post I’d like to put together some general thoughts regarding our beloved Yuzu.

What Happened

The margin of 22.45 points between Nathan and Yuzu sounds awful on paper, but it could be accounted for in a fairly straightforward manner using the 2 jumping mistakes that Yuzu had: the popped 4S in the SP and the UR 4S in the LP. If Yuzu had landed those 2 Salchows properly, all else being equal, he could have won. That’s not my crazy Hanyu fan persona talking, it’s math.

His (relatively) clean Otonal SP was awarded 110.53 at Rostelecom Cup so that mistake in the SP in Saitama cost him upward of 15 points - 14 of which was because of the missing element itself, and the rest because of the reduction in PCS it induced (and I’d be the first to admit that it should’ve cost him even more had the judges strictly followed the ISU recommendation on PCS for programs containing a serious error).

His clean 4S in the LP at GP Helsinki was awarded 13.44 points, so the UR in Saitama cost him about 7.5 points.

(at least) 15.00 + 7.5 = 22.5, which is enough to cover the margin and allow Yuzu to win, and that’s before we account for the fact that a cleaner LP would’ve easily netted him more than 95.84 in PCS.

I’m not throwing these numbers out here to kick off a game of what-ifs. I’m doing this only to show you that the hot take of “Yuzu couldn’t have won even if he had skated cleanly” is bullshit. You don’t have to swallow it from anyone, not even Yuzu himself.

Do I think that the margin of victory should’ve been narrower than 22.45? Yes, I unequivocally do, not because I think Yuzu was underscored (I do not think so) but because I can poke a bunch of holes in the scores Nathan got. +4/+5 for his quads/3As were excessive, mainly because he didn’t have much in the way of creative entries, his landings were still a pain point because of the lack of flow, and while the size of his jumps on average was acceptable, it wasn’t outstanding. His LP ChSq was still blink-and-you-miss-it. His edgework and control have improved this past year, but were still not enough to justify +4/+5 on his StSq and +9 for his SS. His transition or lack thereof (and that’s not only my opinion but reportedly his coach’s too) should’ve resulted in a TR score well below 9. The list goes on.

What We Can Do

Trigger Warning: the stuff you’re about to read is not rosy.

A few people have been asking me what we, as fans, could do to let the ISU know what we think of their arbitrary judging practice. My answer is: we can make as much noise as we have time for on social media and we can reach out to them directly. For the latter purpose, yes, they have a Contact Us page on their official website. Select Figure Skating from the dropdown list and unleash on them your choice message. Only remember, if you will, to keep your arguments logical and your tone civilized. Much more likely than not, they'd go silent for weeks before replying to you with a polite little piece of mail saying your concern has been duly noted and will be looked into. (Why do I know that? Because I sent them just such a message after the disaster that was the score Mao received for her free skate at Sochi 5 years ago.)

I would advise you to keep trying and at the same time I would advise you not to have your hope up that it will do much good. Sporting governing bodies for the most part are not known for either their responsiveness or their tendency to eventually honoring fans’ wishes. Accountability and transparency are concepts as foreign to them as a double Axel is to Yuzuru Hanyu. It took, for example, an FBI investigation and brazen corruption in the realm of hundreds of millions of dollars for some changes to be done to FIFA. Considering the scale of the ISU and its weight on the public’s mind relative to FIFA, I can’t imagine any such drastic thing is going to happen to it anytime soon. In fact, the last time a major change was introduced to figure skating was 15 years ago with the establishment of the Code of Points, and back then it took an Olympic-scale scandal involving blatant misconduct to bring about the changes. What happened in Saitama last week was nowhere near as grave (at least I haven’t seen any evidence of anything more nefarious than your garden variety judging biases / irrationality) so to hope that we could leverage it to change the ISU’s way forward is close to magical thinking.

So let me tell you what will, in all likelihood, happen next season. Provided that he continues landing his quads regularly enough, Nathan’s PCS is not going to go down from 94-95, on the contrary it will go on to increase since he’s now a 2-time World champion and generally speaking the number or World titles one has tend to correlate positively with one’s PCS. He has no reason to regress on the base value of his layout either, so a back-to-back clean Nathan is going to score in the 320+ range. You don’t have to like it and it’s completely within your rights to be mad about it / keep writing to the ISU about it, but unless and until any material change is forthcoming, you’ve got to accept that as the baseline of your expectation.

Which brings me to the next and last section of this wall of text:

What Yuzu Can Do

If there’s anything I’m sure of about Yuzu’s personality, it’s that he is not prone to mere wishfulness, he’s a man of action and he loves to win. I’m also 100% certain that he is capable of logically coming to terms with the reality of the competitive landscape as I’ve described above and of figuring out an action plan for next season.

So if I were Yuzu, I’d reckon that I cannot rely on my PCS alone to carry me to titles so in order to stay ahead of the field I’d need to up my TES. Now, if the last week in Saitama has taught me anything, it’s that I can’t rely on getting decisively higher GOEs either. So what do I do? The natural conclusion is that I need to increase my BV, which means adding more quads, which, under the revised Zayak rule, means adding more variety of quads (with the way the new SOV scales according to an element’s BV, doing this would help maximizing my GOE potential too). Hence, you heard Yuzu’s take that next season he needs to aim for 4A, 4Lz, and possibly 4F. Some people have asked if I thought Yuzu was just being reckless when he stated that - I don’t think so, I believe he’s smart enough to have thought about it and arrived at the logical conclusion.

As a side note, I also believe Yuzu is smart and self-aware enough to, once the disappointment has cooled off, understand that it’s not because he’s lacking something or he didn’t work hard enough or his skating somehow had gotten worse, it’s just, matter-of-factly, how the system currently works and thus there are extra steps involved in regaining his World title.

I guess what I’m trying to say with this extremely very long note is, yes, it was disappointing, yes, the magnitude of the loss, on paper at least, was hard to swallow, and yes, things could have turned out differently had Yuzu been injury-free and able to compete in his top form, but don’t let all that frustration make you forget to appreciate the miracle he conjured (normal people don’t just take half a season off because of a serious injury and then come back to win a Silver medal at Worlds) or to celebrate the fact that he’s staying and he’s still hungry for success. If Yuzu himself can continue loving this sport enough and being hopeful enough to stay, you should be able to do the same without giving way to bitterness - that, I think, is the least of what we can do for him. After all, if, as Yuzu said, he is coming home, we’d need to be there to warmly welcome him back, right?

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swfanficbyjz · 7 years

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SW AU - Fate of the Master Chapter 23

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Because they'd gotten side tracked by Maul, Obi wan and Luke had missed their rendezvous. So when they entered the Scarif system, there was already a full scale fire fight in process.

They docked with the carrier that was hanging on the edge of the battle so they could switch into fighters and assist from above.

"Be careful, Luke." Obi wan said as Luke climbed into his x-wing fighter. "Remember to use the force." Luke nodded and the top of his ship closed. Obi wan climbed into a y-wing bomber a few ships away. It wasn't a Jedi fighter, but it would have to do. He hated flying; it was always Anakin's forte. But he'd do what was necessary to help out.

They got the go ahead to take off and were soon engaged in keeping the tie fighters busy. A strike force was already on the surface through the shield. Their job was to infiltrate the facility and retrieve the plans. Then they were to send them to the command ship that he, Luke and Phoenix squadron were protecting. Once they received the plans, the command ship would jump away to safety, pass them to Leia and disappear to one of the far rebel bases. Since Leia was the princess of Alderaan, she could pass as not being involved and slip away unnoticed, hopefully, to safety. That was the plan anyways. But as Obi wan knew all too well, things rarely went according to plan.

Even though Obi wan's main objective was to keep the imperial ships thinking about them rather than what could be happening on the surface, he was also to watch over Luke. Which had been much easier on Tatooine, now he felt like he was chasing Anakin around all over again.

It seemed as though things were going fairly well, at least until the Death Star came out of hyperspace above the planet.

"That's not good," he muttered to himself. A quick scan of it told him it was powering its primary weapon.

He flipped the comm for the capital ship, "get them off the planet now!"

"We can't," the commander responded, "all communications have been jammed. We haven't been able to raise them on any frequency."

"We can't fight that thing, we need to pull back."

The Death Star fired on the planet, engulfing the entire thing in fire. When the planet exploded, it sent a shockwave through space, throwing their ships around as if they were mere toys. Most were destroyed because they were thrown into other ships or debris. The wave carried Obi wan's bomber several parsecs away before he could regain control of it.

His heart heaved at the loss of so many lives. Had they even managed to get the plans? Had any of it been worth it? Where was Luke? And Leia? And the rest of the rebels? He couldn't get in touch with anyone. His ship's computers were fried. All he could do was float there in despair.

–-

Anakin had found the Kaminoans at last and they'd claimed they could help Ahsoka. But the trouble was, he had to bring her here, to Rothana. Which meant trying to keep her alive long enough to do that. They hadn't been eager to help, but he'd had one advantage; they did not know the emperor had died, and they didn't know that he was no longer lord Vader. As long as they believed he still worked for the emperor, they would cooperate. He didn't trust them, but they were the only hope he had at saving Ahsoka.

Once back aboard his ship, he called the hospital on Alderaan and told them to prep Ahsoka for travel. The doctors thought he was insane. They didn't have any portable hibernation pods. Anakin, annoyed, told them to come up with something. And then the call was interrupted by another signal. Thinking it was Obi wan again, he flipped the switch surprised to hear a series of frantic beeping.

"Artoo! Calm down," he replied, "tell me what's going on." His astromech droid told him that Scarif had been destroyed, Phoenix squadron had failed to protect the command ship and had been scattered, and that Leia was in possession of the plans, but was being pursued by several imperial cruisers. "What is your position? I'll be right there!" He said, priming the engines. The planet had been destroyed... their forces scattered... he should have been there to help!

He came out of hyperspace in time to see three heavily armored imperial cruisers closing on Leia's ship as it limped along. There was damage to its hyperdrive and there was debris everywhere. He saw that two transport ships were closing in and about to board it. Then he scanned several escape pods ejecting from her ship. She wasn't in them, but Artoo was.

"Artoo," Anakin opened a comm to the droid, "find Obi wan. Get that information back to the rebel base. I'll get Leia." The droid beeped obediently and it's escape pod disappeared unnoticed. The imps probably thought it had been released empty.

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The hatch opened to the sounds of fire, shouting and blasters. There was so much smoke, he could hardly see anything. He stepped forward, using his senses and ignited his lightsaber.

The stormtroopers turned on him, firing wildly. He easily deflected every bolt back at them. Using the force he pushed one up in the air, slicing through their back. Then he forced pulled their blasters out of their hands. He sliced through the rest of them as if they were nothing, until he finally found Leia and a group of rebels trying to fight them off. He cleared the path to her and she looked up at him with relief, her blue lightsaber still gripped tightly in one hand, and a blaster in the other. Her eyes a little wide from exhaustion.

"Are you alright?" He asked her. She looked past him at all the stormtroopers he'd killed effortlessly.

"Boy, am I glad you're on our side." She replied. He couldn't stop himself from smiling in response. The ship lurched suddenly, throwing them all off balance. He caught her as she fell into him. "Oh great," she said and jumped back up running to the bridge, Anakin right on her heels.

"They have us in a tractor beam," the captain reported.

"Yeah, I guessed that." She responded. "Any suggestions?" She looked up at him.

"Lets go make some new friends." Anakin said.

"I thought these were your friends." Leia said hiking an eyebrow.

"Nope," he replied trying to not be annoyed by her dig. "I never liked them even when they were working for me."

"Then why did you keep them around?" She asked following him towards the loading ramp.

"Because they were good at what they did."

"Being evil?"

Anakin gave her a look of annoyance and then lowered the docking ramp. "Talk first, fight later."

"Obi wan said that was his trick, you always talked with your lightsaber." Leia whispered.

"Remind me to stop letting you two spend time with my old master."

–-

"What is the meaning of this?" Leia demanded of the officer on the cruiser they'd been pulled into. "I'm on a diplomatic mission as an envoy from Alderaan!"

"We know you're involved with the rebel cell. We saw you escaping after the battle. Give us the plans you stole," the imperial officer replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leia said stubbornly.

"Fine, then we'll take you to the admiral." The officer motioned for a battalion of stormtroopers to escort them to the bridge.

"Tarkin!" Leia spat. "I knew I smelled something awful the moment I stepped on this ship." Anakin hiked an eyebrow at her, but she ignored him. He just shrugged and watched Grand Moff Tarkin slowly turn around with a bemused expression.

"Princess Leia," Tarkin sneered. "It's a pleasure to see you again as well, your highness."

"I'll have you know that commandeering a diplomatic ship is a treasonous act."

"You know as well as I do, princess, that the senate is no longer in control of its own military and that as long as there is no ruling government, treason is impossible." Tarkin drawled. "I also happen to know that you're in possession of stolen information."

"Like I told your deck officer, I have no idea what you're talking about." Leia replied innocently.

Tarkin reached forward and grabbed her by the chin, tilting her head so he could look in her eyes. Anakin's fists tightened. "Let her go." He snarled.

Tarkin rounded on him, looking him up and down. "And who are you?"

"I'm someone you're going to regret messing with." Anakin replied tightly.

"Take them to the brig," Tarkin ordered the stormtroopers. "I'll interrogate them later."

Anakin and Leia were escorted to separate cells, with no chance to talk.

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Anakin paced his cell furiously. So much for the talking method. Leia was right, that was always Obi wan's game. He should stick with what he knew best; action. His lip curled in disgust that he'd ever admired Tarkin. Now he saw him for what he really was, a power hungry slimo that thrived on other people's suffering.

He hated waiting around here, he should have sprung into action when he'd had the chance. Every second he was stuck here was another second Ahsoka was wasting away. He wasn't sorry for saving his daughter, although the way she bad mouthed Tarkin made him pretty certain she could handle herself just fine. She did need more training with a lightsaber though. Deflecting bolts with her left hand and then firing the blaster with her right. It worked, he supposed, but her grip was terrible and she had no confidence in using it. She sure had known how to use that blaster though. He couldn't help but wonder what Bail had let her get involved in that taught her how to shoot like that.

He admired her toughness. She seemed so fragile, but her snarky attitude made up for her petite exterior. Did she get that from him or Padmé? Probably Padmé. He'd let her take the lead back there, mainly because he had no idea what to do. At least this time he didn't claim to be Darth Vader. It was a step in the right direction. He just didn't trust himself. He was afraid to make the wrong decision and someone else would pay for his mistake. Too many had already.

–-

Obi wan looked up surprised to see an escape pod heading his way. He'd been trying to repair his communications, but so far had no luck. R7 had been fried along with his ship. He was even more surprised to see Anakin's astromech droid, R2D2, disembark the escape pod. It proceeded to release the dead R7 unit and take over its position. It beeped at him, but he wasn't sure he knew what it was saying.

"I'm glad to see you, little buddy," Obi wan said sincerely. But why was he here? Where was Leia? Artoo got his bomber flying again in no time. It didn't have a hyperdrive, the escape pod did, however, but there was no safe way for him to get in it. Clearly the droid thought of that, because he beeped and went back to the escape pod, attaching it to the bottom of Obi wan's ship and then jumping them both into hyperspace. He hoped it knew what it was doing, bombers weren't really designed for hyperspace travel. And his was in pretty bad shape.

They survived the jump and came out near a rebel ship. It was Home One, Admiral Ackbar's ship. Artoo brought them both in. And Obi wan was relieved to find Luke already aboard. He greeted Artoo, much like Anakin used to and then was able to translate that Artoo was carrying the Death Star plans. The crew cheered in spite of the losses on Scarif, there was hope at last.

"Where's Leia?" Luke asked the droid. Artoo beeped a series of sad whistles and sounds. Luke looked up at Obi wan. "Artoo says Leia was captured by the imperials, and that father was going to rescue her. I think we need to help them."

"We don't even know where they are." Obi wan replied. "And after what we just witnessed on Scarif, we need to stop the Death Star first. Remember what I told you about putting the mission first?"

"Yes," Luke said pouting a little.

Obi wan rested a hand on Luke's shoulder, "if Anakin is with Leia, they'll be fine. Right now, we need to focus on the bigger threat. Being a Jedi isn't all about swinging a lightsaber and being a hero, sometimes it means making hard decisions for the greater good."

–-

Guards dragged Anakin and Leia to the command deck of the imperial cruiser.

"Where is the rebel base?" Tarkin asked Leia.

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you." Leia replied.

"Okay, then we'll try a different tactic." Tarkin sneered. "Hit her," a storm trooper stepped forward and zapped her with an electrostaff. Anakin felt every muscle in his body tighten. He tried to look around to assess the situation and figure out how to fight back, but Leia must have felt what he was wanting to do because she looked at him to say don't give in, it's what they want. How could he just sit there and watch her suffer?

The trooper hit her several more times until she was curled on the floor in a fetal position. Anakin's anger was rising, but then he saw through the transparisteel glass, that they were orbiting Alderaan. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the Death Star come out of hyperspace.

"If you won't tell me where the rebel base is, then I will destroy your home planet." Tarkin taunted.

Leia was on her feet in an instant. "Fine," she said. "They're on Dantooine."

"Now was that so hard?" Tarkin asked.

"Isn't Dantooine in the middle of nowhere?" Another officer asked.

"That's the point, genius!" Leia remarked sarcastically.

"Send a ship to Dantooine," Tarkin ordered. "And tell the Death Star to fire on Alderaan."

"What? No!" Leia responded.

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe you'd just give me their location?" Tarkin asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Leia replied defiantly.

"There is no rebel base on Dantooine, and even if there was, it's too far away for a proper demonstration. You're just sending us on a wild goose chase to buy your rebel friends time."

Anakin brought his arms around leaping over the binders, he knocked two officers together and then kicked the storm trooper that had been electrocuting his daughter in the head. Leia, picked up a blaster from one of the officers, and shot three other troopers. Anakin whirled around the bridge knocking out a dozen others, and eventually picked up a blaster himself. Tarkin just stood by and watched as the two of them laid waste to the imperials on the bridge and then turned their blasters on him.

"Most impressive, Lord Vader." Tarkin said maliciously. "Or should I call you by your real name?"

"Tell the Death Star to stand down," Anakin said menacingly.

"Or what?" Tarkin asked as two more battalions of storm troopers arrived on the bridge.

"I'll kill you," Anakin snarled. He heard two dozen blasters caulk behind him.

"I think you might enjoy this," Tarkin gloated. "Considering that you helped build it. I don't suppose you told your daughter that." He glanced at Leia and flipped a switch that brought up a visual of the Death Star's primary weapon preparing to fire.

"No!" Anakin yelled, ignoring the blasters pointed at them and raced to the giant window. With his hands on the glass and his knees on the metal deck, he felt something change in him. He wasn't angry or sad; he felt cold. Not the nothingness or disassociation of the dark side. He just felt for the first time that life was out of his control. There was nothing he could do to change it. He realized that this was what letting go must feel like. He didn't like it.

–-

"Follow me, boys!" Luke said into his helmet as he sat in his X-wing fighter with Artoo behind the cockpit.

"Right behind you, Red five." Came his old friend, Biggs' voice.

"Copy that," said Wedge Antilles.

"We have one shot at this, "make it count, red team." Luke exclaimed.

"You bet! Time to sock it to them!" Biggs replied.

"Home one, standing by," Admiral Ackbar said through the comm.

Ties appeared all around them as they raced towards the death star's weak point. "Split up, take out as many ties as you can, but watch those cannons." Luke ordered. The red team broke formation and started thinning out the enemy fighters. "Biggs, Wedge, cover me low, the rest stay high."

"Gotcha, red five."

Luke raced low and into the trench, spiraling to evade the Death Stars cannons. Biggs and Wedge kept the tie fighters off his back.

"T-minus, three minutes until the weapon is full power," Admiral Ackbar reported.

"Almost there," Luke replied. Flipping down his targeting computer as the thermal exhaust port came into view. With all the blaster fire around, he was having trouble getting a steady lock.

"I'm hit," came Biggs' voice. "I have to pull up." Wedge took over cover, but then three ties came down behind them.

"Red five, I have to regroup, three ties on my tail. I'll draw them away," Wedge said. But only one tie followed him as he spun up out of the trench.

"Someone needs to cover red five!" The two ties exploded seconds after as the millennium falcon came zipping in.

"Han!" Luke exclaimed. "Glad you got my message!"

"How'd you know I'd want to join the fun?" Came his friend's voice.

"Oh just a hunch," Luke replied smiling.

"I got you covered, hit it where it hurts." Han replied and steered the falcon to follow Luke down the trench.

"It's in sight, but the computer won't lock on it!" Luke said, he was sweating.

"Luke, use the force," came old Ben's voice.

"Use the force..." Luke repeated to himself... "right."

"T-minus thirty seconds."

Luke flipped up his targeting computer and took a deep breath. Then he let his grip on the ship's controls relax. Artoo beeped at him. As he slipped into the meditation and he felt the force all around him, he pulled the trigger.

"I got it!" He said. "Clear out!" He pulled up, spiraling to evade the cannons, and with the other fighters on his tail, they raced away from the Death Star to a safe distance.

"Ten seconds... nine... eight... seven... six..."

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Wuthering Heights | Eli & Kate

Tagging: @elikarofsky & @katelynhummel Location: Eli’s suite Date: May 23rd, evening Summary: Scene Week, involving a mix of bondage [Eli & Kate], impact play [Eli & Kate], and sensory play [Eli]. Also, Katelyn’s first scene.

Eli gathered up her supplies, a flogger, a candle and some rope. She hoped her plan for Katelyn would be okay with the submissive but she was getting nervous as she waited for the girl to arrive. Walking over to her bookcase, she pulled a couple of books for the girl to choose from while she waited.

Kate took a deep breath before knocking on Elizabeth's door. This was about to be her first ever scene, and while she had long expected to be the Dominant in the situation, she was glad to be doing this with someone she respected. Gaining enough points to get off campus certainly helped her nerves some as well.

Eli heard the knock and took a deep breath before opening it and smiling. "Hey. Come on in" she greeted. Closing the door behind her, she walked towards the kitchen where she had her supplies laid out. "So" she started, straight to the point. "You have total veto power but I was thinking of using some of the bondage techniques from class and binding you and then have you read out loud while I use these to try and distract you" she explained to the sub, biting her lip as she waited for the response of the other girl.

Kate offered Elizabeth a hesitant smile as she stepped inside, and she followed her over to the kitchen. Seeing the items laid out like that made her nervous, but a small part of her was also really excited at the thought of finally doing a scene. "I like that, Miss," she said after a moment. "I've... never actually done any of this before, so I don't know what I can and can't handle, but I do like your plan. What would you like me to do?"

Eli nodded. The fact that Katelyn had never done a scene was what made Eli nervous. She was a slut. Everyone knew that. So not only doing a nonsexual scene with someone but doing their first scene made Eli a little nervous. But it wasn't the first time she had done a scene so she had to just have faith in herself. "Well, Normally I'd ask you to strip down but if you don't feel comfortable doing that we can work around it" she explained.

Kate shrugged. She wasn't completely uncomfortable with her body, but getting undressed seemed to indicate things growing more sexual. That was her only problem with it in theory, and she knew that this scene didn't have to become sexual. "How much would you like me to take off, Miss?" she asked, shrugging out of her cardigan and laying it over one arm.

Eli thought for a moment before nodding once to herself. "If you're comfortable with it, down to your underwear should be enough" she explained, sending a comforting smile

Kate nodded, though her body felt wound tight with nerves. "That's completely fine, Miss," she said. She set her sweater down on the back of a chair, then pulled her shirt off over her head. After toeing off her shoes, she slid out of her skirt and piled everything neatly on the chair with her sweater. She was left standing in a matching, lacy, pink bra and panty set, and she clasped her hands together in front of herself when she looked back at Elizabeth.

Eli watched the girl undressed, very aware of the nerves. Once the girl was done, she smiled at her and grabbed her supplies before reaching out a hand to grab Katelyn's before lightly pulling her towards her bedroom. "I just want you to be as comfortable as possible" she explained as she brought the girl to her bed. "Would you like to use a particular safe word or does the stoplight system work for you?" she asked, before she started anything.

Kate allowed herself to be led into the bedroom, and though she didn't show it outwardly, she was grateful that the Switch was taking her comfort into consideration here. She sat down on the edge of her bed and thought for a moment before responding. "The traffic light system would probably be easiest, Miss."

Eli nodded before placing the rope and flogger on the bed before placing the candle on the side table and lighting it. After it was lit, Eli snapped her fingers before running back to the kitchen and returning with three books. "I probably don't have your collection but I have Wuthering Heights, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring or The Name of the Wind" she read off as she displayed the three books to the girl to choose.

Kate watched as Elizabeth lit the candle and got things set up for them, and she did her best to hide her nerves. She smiled when she saw the books and picked up Wuthering Heights. "I love Lord of the Rings, but I don't enjoy the books nearly as much as the films. They're cinematic masterpieces," she explained.

Eli smiled as she handed the girl the book before placing the other two on the side table. "I hear you there. And while we all know they're super long, I'm super bummed hey left out Tom Bombadil and Glorfindel" she said with a shrug. "So I'm gonna have you in the middle of the bed. I'm gonna tie your elbows to your knees, to make your mobility limited but your ass exposed for this" she explained, lifting the flogger. "I'll also be binding your wrists together, so I'll turn pages for you. Once we get you all tied up, you'll start reading out loud. I'll provide 15 hits. For every time you mess up, you'll get some hot wax after we're done with the hits. Understand?" she went over, hoping everything was okay with the sub.

Kate grinned, relaxing a little bit more once Eli started talking about the Lord of the Rings. "You and me both," she said, "though can you imagine how long the movie would have been if they'd kept all of those songs in?" She shook her head, growing quiet as she listened to what Elizabeth had planned. She eyed the flogger warily but nodded. "Understood, Miss." She was nervous about actually being able to get through fifteen strikes with that flogger, but she told herself that she could do it. She was strong, and she didn't want to disappoint the Domme. Who knew, she might even find that she enjoyed it--there was a reason that she signed up for the impact play class, after all. She pushed herself up onto the bed and kneeled down in the middle. "Like this?"

Eli chuckled. "They would need their own movies, those songs" she joked as she watched the girl move to the center of the bed into position. Nodding she smiled. "Exactly" she said before she quickly moved about tying the girls wrists together than her elbows to her knees before finishing with her ankles. Once everything was tied, she stood to the side for a moment "You okay? We still good to go?" she asked, ready to quickly untie the girl if things were too much.

Kate laughed a little at the joke but didn't respond, her attention already focused on the scene that was about to start. She was proud of herself for allowing Elizabeth to tie her up without fighting at all; it was amazing what a few deep breaths could do to keep her calm and collected. The position was a little uncomfortable at first, but only because it was new. She did a quick mental inventory of herself before nodding. "Yes, Miss," she said. "I'm okay. I'm good."

Eli nodded before grabbing the book and opening the drawer of the side table to pull out a book stand to set up in front of the girl. With the book set up in place, Eli nodded again. "Alright. Whenever you're ready, you can start reading out loud. If you stop for more than 5 seconds after each hit, mess up the word or phrase you're on during a hit or any other words come out such as ow or fuck which are not in the book, with the exception of your safe words, I'll count them as a mark. At the end of all this, you'll get one candle pour for each mark. I'll start after you start. If you have any questions, please ask before you start reading. Other than that, whenever you're ready" she said in a calm, collected tone, doing her best to keep Katelyn calm.

Kate stared at the book in front of her while she listened to the instructions. It all made sense--it was so simple, really, when she thought about it, but she was still impressed with all of the thought that Elizabeth had clearly put into deciding the scene. She was fairly certain she was setting herself up for failure here, but she still wanted to try. "Eighteen-oh-one," she started. "I have just returned from a visit to my landlord..."

Eli nodded to herself as the sub began reading. Letting her rad the first paragraph, Eli positioned herself behind the girl. After a few moments, she finally brought her hand back and brought the flogger down. It wasn't the hardest she had ever hit but it was not a soft hit as well. It was a nice starting point that she could build off of, trying to feel how the sub was going to react.

Kate grew more and more nervous the farther she got into the paragraph without any sort of strike landing on her backside. When Eli finally hit her with the flogger, she gasped in shock at the pain. She'd known in theory, of course, that impact play would be painful, but to actually experience it first-hand was something else. It took her a few seconds to regain her concentration enough to find her place and keep reading, and she was certain that she'd taken too much time to recover. One pour of wax wouldn't be too bad, at least--or maybe it would be. Her voice shook slightly as she moved on. "'Mr. Heathcliff?' I said. A nod was the answer."

Eli counted to five in her head before mentally noting one mark. She didn't want to say anything out loud, to not distract the girl from her reading more than necessary. After a few more lines, she brought down the second blow, quickly followed by the third and fourth, leaving only 6 or 7 seconds between each hit.

Kate was better able to control her reaction through the next several hits, now that she knew what they felt like. It seemed to sting a little worse with each new hit, but she managed to keep going each time. On the fourth strike, though, she stumbled over what she was saying. Sentiment came out as sentinel, and she winced, knowing that would be another drop of wax. She steeled herself for the next blow, starting the sentence over again.

Eli heard the stumble and made a mental note but kept going. She was proud how the girl powered through, rarely stumbling or losing concentration. Once she got to ten, Eli paused. "We doing okay?" she asked, making sure Katelyn was alright. She also knew that the last 5 hits were going to be harder than the first ten and she wanted to let the girl know, so she wasn't caught off guard.

Kate did her best to get through each of the strikes without breaking one of the rules of this little game, though there were definitely a couple more stumbling blocks as she made her way through onto the second page. She'd lost track of how many hits she'd received after the first few, so she was surprised when Elizabeth asked her a question rather than continuing. "Yes, Miss," she said meekly. "Are-- are we done?"

Eli smiled but shook her head. "5 more. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay and let you know that I was going to come down a little harder" she explained. "You've done good so far. Only 4 mistakes out of 10 hits. I'm proud of you" she said with a smile on her face. "If things get too intense, use your safe word. I won't be offended or upset. But I am going to push you on these last 5" she explained. "You can begin again whenever you're ready"

Kate gave an involuntary little shudder when she heard that she was only two-thirds of the way through this part of the scene and that the pain would be getting worse from here on out. She was proud to hear that she had only messed up a few times, and she nodded confidently. "Yes, Miss," she said before clearing her throat and starting to read again. "Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling..."

Eli nodded as the girl began reading again and wasted no time bringing down the flogger, a little more power behind it than she had been using before. At the loud slap, she paused, waiting to catch the girls reaction.

Kate knew the flogger was coming again, but she wasn't prepared for it to come down so hard or quickly and she completely forgot herself. "Fuck," she gritted out between her teeth, wincing when she realized what she'd done. She breathed in through her nose and took a moment to find her place again.

Eli chuckled at the girls reaction. "Pretty sure Lockwood doesn't say that" she said softly before letting Katelyn find her place again and begin reading. After a line or two, Eli brought down the flogger again, the same intensity as the last one. With a break between each one, Eli made her way through the last 5 hits, proud of the sub she was with.

Kate was less able to concentrate on what she was reading now that Elizabeth was hitting her harder. It took her longer and longer to regain her composure with each hit, but each time, she eventually managed to keep reading. When she was pretty sure she'd received the last hit, she just kept reading through the pain, wanting to get through it as quickly as possible. "...previous-to-inspecting-the-penetralium," she said, the words running together in her effort to just keep going.

Eli was proud of how the girl kept going. With the exception of the first hit, Katelyn pushed through and Eli was going to reward that. Putting the flogger down, Eli made her way around to the front of the girl. "You're done. You can stop. You were such a good girl. So so good" she said, brushing loose strands of hair out of the subs face, smiling at Katelyn. "How are you doing? are you okay?"

Kate stopped reading as soon as Elizabeth said she was able to, her voice dropping away in the middle of a word. "Thank you, Miss," she said, feeling a little dazed as she looked back at the other woman. "I-- I think so. That was... intense." She took a few seconds to try and compose herself a bit, but she knew there was still more to come. "When are you going to use the candle, Miss?" she asked. "And where?"

Eli smiled at the girl. "Impact scenes usually are" she agreed. Hearing the girls question, she smiled. "I wanted to make sure you were okay and you were okay continuing. I was going to leave you in this position. You only have 5 pours. I was going to go with your back and feet unless you'd like somewhere else" she explained to Kate.

Kate didn't know what it was about Elizabeth's smile, but something about it made her feel much better about what she'd just gone through. Her ass was pretty sore, and she was sure that wouldn't be going away any time soon, but she was glad the Switch was there with her. "That's... fine, Miss. I just want to make sure it doesn't get on my bra or panties."

Eli heard the girls concern and nodded. "I can make sure that it stays away from your undergarments" she said with a smile. Placing a soft kiss on the girls forehead, Eli got up and grabbed the candle before moving behind the girl again. Looking to see how much wax she had, she took a deep breath. "Ready?" she asked before she poured some of the wax onto the girls lower back, making sure she was far enough away from the girls undergarments.

Kate was nervous again all of a sudden. She'd gotten used to the feel of the flogger landing on her ass, but hot wax against her skin was completely new. "Thank you," she said. When she was asked if she was ready, she answered right away. She wasn't sure if she was, but then again, if she wasn't ready now, she'd never be ready. "Yes, Miss," she said, tensing up when she felt the wax landing against her back. It was hot, but not painful in the same way the flogger had been.

Eli did the 4 remaining pours quickly. She did two more on the girls back and one on each foot. Once she was done, she put the candle down before moving to undo the bindings. "You okay?" she asked the sub as she massaged the girls arms to try to get blood flowing regularly again.

Kate gasped each time the wax landed on her skin, though it was by far the worst on the sensitive undersides of her feet. She was panting pretty heavily by the time it was over, and she was very grateful to be untied. She let Elizabeth take care of her arms, but she had to stretch up onto her knees a little more, needing to change position there, too. She was wary of moving too much, though, not wanting to aggravate her ass or accidentally knock wax off. "Yes, Miss," she said after a few moments, feeling strangely out of it. "I think so."

Eli let the girl stretch out. "I have some lotion I can put on your ass and thighs. Or, if you're not comfortable with that, I can give it to you to put on yourself" she said. "It's a cooling lotion. It'll take out some of the sting" she explained. "You're also more than welcome to use the restroom. I can draw a bath for you"

Kate smiled shyly at Eli, eventually stretching her legs all the way out so that she was lying on one side and looking back at her. "Could you put it on?" she asked, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be taken care of. It was a strange feeling, but she certainly wasn't going to fight it, not when the Switch was so accommodating. "A bath sounds wonderful, too."

Eli smiled at the girl and nodded before getting up to get the lotion. Returning to the room, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the girl before placing some lotion in her hand. She then reached over and carefully lifted the edge of the girls panties before placing her hand under the garment, not removing it out of respect for the sub, hoping that was okay. "How's that feel?" she asked softly.

Kate lay there quietly while Elizabeth left the room, her brain still trying to process everything that had happened since she'd arrived. She moaned softly when she came back and started to rub the lotion into her heated skin. "So good," she said, stretching the words out and mixing them in with her moans.

Eli chuckled at the girls reaction and continued rubbing the warm skin. Once she covered the entire area, she rubbed the lotion on her hands before standing up. "I have something for you. For being so good" she said with a smirk

Kate frowned Elizabeth pulled her hand away from her ass, wanting the massage to go on for much longer. She perked up a little at the mention of a reward, but she stayed lying where she was, too comfy to move. "What's that, Miss?"

Eli grinned at the girl before walking over to her desk and grabbing her sketchbook. Opening it, she found the drawing she put into a plastic report page holder and grinned as she turned around. "I made sure I had it finished for today" she said as she handed the girl the sketched out blueprint of a library that would fit into a bedroom sized room with a window nook for reading, a ladder on wheels to get around the bookshelves, a fireplace and comfy seating with an option of either a desk or coffee table in the middle of the room.

Kate watched in curiosity as Elizabeth pulled out a notebook, and it took her a moment to realize what it was. When she did, though, she pushed herself upright so that she could look at it better, wincing a little as she put pressure on her ass, but it was worth it. She held the sketch in both hands and examined it, a smile growing on her face with each individual feature she noticed. "This is incredible," she said softly, continuing to look it over for a few more seconds before looking back at the Switch. "Thank you, Miss. I'd love this. I don't think I'd ever leave."

Eli smiled down at the girl as she took in the sketch. "Well when you get your own place, you can let me know and I'll come make it come to life" she told the sub.

Kate returned Elizabeth's smile and nodded. "I'll have to do that," she said quietly. It would, of course, depend on whatever her eventual Dominant wanted, but with any luck, she'd find someone who wanted to let her have something this nice. "Thank you again, Miss."

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mirjahcreative · 5 years

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Greed - V x OC Rin - Ch 1: Attraction Growing

What happened after Fresh New Start, you ask? A long wait, that's what... But what happens when a noble competitor appears - as a potential threat to Jihyun's newly-found relationship with Rin? Is there enough spark inside the gentle artist to defend his happiness?

The character V Jihyun Kim belongs to Cheritz. The character Rin Alford belongs to Thirst Mom.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it, and would love it if you'll leave a comment of your thoughts!

Psychology Tomorrow Online:

‘-- Jealousy strikes both men and women and is most typically aroused when a person perceives a threat to a valued relationship from a third party. The threat may be real or perceived. --’

‘-- Although jealousy is a painful emotional experience, evolutionary psychologists regard it not as an emotion to be suppressed but as one to heed—it is a signal, a wake-up call, that a valued relationship is in danger and steps need to be taken to regain the affection of one's mate or friend. In this regard, jealousy is a necessary emotion because it preserves social bonds. It motivates people to engage in behaviors that maintain an important relationship. --’

The photographer and artist had always been interested in people, but after his engagement ended in a tragedy due to complex issues, he had picked a more enthusiastic approach to behavioral psychology. Jihyun had never really been jealous and reading the online article on the topic, he entertained the thought of how he’d behave in that state, for a fleeting moment.

What if his loved one would attract other suitors? Luckily he had little reason to be jealous since his relationship with his girlfriend was good and she was no flirt toward other guys. Them meeting and ending up together had been perhaps the most improbable thing to happen to him. And her as well, Jihyun imagined. However, Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Liberty, had now been his girlfriend for well over two months. Just as he thought of her, his phone rang and the caller ID showed the photo of a pretty young woman with glasses, emerald eyes, and raven black, long hair. He answered the phone delighted to hear from her, greeting her warmly and asking how her day was.

Rin Alford had been swamped in work and, therefore, not able to see her boyfriend in a while. They hadn’t even talked over the phone as often as they were accustomed to, so she missed him. Jihyun’s soft speech carried from her phone and made her sigh contently. The man had such a pleasant voice, one she was sure she’d never get sick of hearing. Sitting at her huge, old oak desk, the young lady smiled widely to herself. “Good evening, Jihyun. I’m superb now, that I get to speak with you!” Rin said, surprising even herself with how excited she sounded just after hearing his voice. “What about you, how are you and what were you doing now?”

The enthusiasm in his girlfriend’s voice made Jihyun smile and a warm joy spread in his chest with her words. Jihyun explained what the article that caught his eye was about. “My week has been pretty much normal, though I’ve been missing you more than usual…” he said, not even wanting to resist the temptation to tease Rin just a bit. A bright and heartfelt giggle escaped her. “Oh, don’t you dare make me feel bad for doing my duty~!”

Rin actually called to let him know one of the reasons she’d been so busy lately. The Embassy of Liberty in Seoul would be hosting a black tie ball and she told Jihyun that she would be the official representative of the King of Liberty. He was invited, too, for his renown art. Finally, she got to the topic that was difficult for her. “I’m afraid I can’t bring you as my official plus one since I haven’t introduced you to my parents yet. That being said, I would very much like for you to be there with me.” The princess waited with bated breath for Jihyun to answer, hoping that he wouldn’t be offended.

Sometimes Rin's position just made things complicated. She’d been seeing Jihyun a short time, not wanting to announce it to her family just yet. Not that she didn’t want them to know Jihyun, on the contrary. She simply enjoyed their "commoner's intimacy” immensely and was reluctant to let go of their own little bubble of happiness. Naturally, Rin was aware that Jihyun had told his friends that he was seeing someone. He’d made it clear to them from the start, though, that he wasn’t going to tell them who the mystery woman was until she would introduce herself to them. “Darling, I understand your role requires discretion and distance between us on such occasions. You don’t need to worry. I would love to be there to support you, be it even from behind the scenes,” Jihyun said to her, his encouragement and devotion apparent in his voice. “When is the ball?” Rin let out the breath she’d been holding.

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The month leading to the formal flew by in a flash. They’d spent time together, and called and texted as usual. However, they’d carefully tiptoed - more or less intentionally - around the topic of the inexplicable, uncharacteristic frenzy that had possessed them both the day they’d met. Something about the whole occurrence had left them equally surprised, confused, and still - first and foremost - happy to have found each other. The flustering incident had left its mark on the couple: they had shied away from too intimate a situation ever since, for three months now. Both, oblivious to the other, thinking the same thing, were uncertain of how they might act - and worse yet if they would lose control as they did before.

Now that the ball night was at hand, the best makeup artist in South-Korea had been flown to aid Rin, as well as an award-winning hairdresser. Despite her disdain towards fussing over her appearance, she allowed the beauty professionals to ‘go all out’ on her, as they had stated. The man in charge of Rin’s makeup was in his mid-twenties, a guy with a very kpop haircut and eyeliner. His attire was on the flashier side, screaming that he didn’t work at an office job. Even though his stereotypical mannerisms - almost feminine, like many males in the industry - led to believe he was homosexual, the man started at some point to throw more heated looks and flirty comments at Rin.

Finally, after hours of meticulous blow-drying, priming, painting, powdering, and combing, she was ready. Princess Rin stood at the doorway waiting for her ride with her personal security detail close by. The princess kept her demeanor cool and collected while the beauticians were still there, positively ticked by the makeup artist acting so inappropriately toward her. Only the unspoken conversation, done by exchanging pointed glances with her bodyguard during it all, had kept Rin from throwing the flippant makeup man to the wall. She had been fairly sure he was gay the moment he stepped in, but the change in his behavior over the task had confused Rin. Now that she had an idle moment to herself, she thought back and got even more flustered, remembering the pretty young hair stylist girl blushing excessively while doing her hair.

Butterflies flocked in Rin’s belly as she stepped through the door, after the area and their vehicle had been deemed safe by the security team. This was going to be the first time she would meet Jihyun at a more formal setting, far from their usual way of spending time together, and Rin in her royal capacity. Not to mention, him being one of the guests of honor, invited by the express request from the King of Liberty. When Rin had noticed on the guest list the artist ‘V’, photographer, painter, and co-founder of the small but renowned charity organization, the RFA, she’d actually struggled in maintaining her calm and collected demeanor - for the first time ever.

Rin arrived at the embassy and was greeted by the ambassador and her spouse, along with the other people that helped host the ball. When it was time, Rin walked down the stairs to take her spot in the hall to greet the guests, only moments before the heavy doors to the ballroom and the main entrance were opened. As the guests entered the grand embassy building, they were greeted with the breathtaking sight of Her Royal Highness in her most dazzling public appearance yet. Beside her natural-born regal aura, the ambassadors and aristocrats paled in comparison.

Even though Jihyun had attended countless black tie - and white tie - functions, this was the first of the royal kind for him. The woman who made him feel whole and treasured, too, just happened to be a monarch. So, here he was, in the lobby of the Embassy of Liberty in Seoul. The man’s exceptional, pastel blue hair swayed in rhythm to his feline-like smooth gait, as he sauntered in. Leaving his coat to the servant, he offered a gentle smile that reached his dreamy eyes and invited one’s gaze to his handsome, delicate face. His tall, lean figure in the line to greet the hostess of the evening was sure to turn heads. Which seemed to be common these days, Jihyun thought to himself, still flustered by the attention he’d gotten lately. It seemed that people had taken notice of him instead of his work ever since he’d met Rin. First, he’d figured it had to do with him being happier and more content in his life than before. The past few days, however, had been frankly ridiculous.

As the man stepped toward Rin, those thoughts were, however, forgotten. Jihyun was about to see her for the first time in well over two weeks, so he was queasy, to say the least. He finally laid his eyes on the black-haired beauty - and it was with great difficulty that he managed to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. The woman’s style was unlike he had ever seen her, even in the photos online, when he’d checked out what the media said about his girlfriend. It brought forth her best features.

Rin’s long, almost blueish-black hair was pulled back in a simple yet elegant half-up style with a single, real live white flower adorning it. A few soft tendrils were left down to accompany her hime haircut on the sides. That practically pulled one's gaze to the long pillar of her neck, and up, over her plump, glossy lips, all the way to her intelligent, green eyes. The kind that seemed to look straight to one’s soul. She only ever wore contact lenses instead of her glasses in such occasions, and simply just to make her own life that much easier: it was inconvenient to have to push the frames back on her nose while dancing.

Black layers of wide tulle hems spread around Rin’s petite frame, emphasizing her narrow waist. Her ivory back was left bare, apart from her hair falling over it in a black cascade. Jihyun had to bite his lip and clench his fists to keep his body from reacting as his eyes swept up along the dress. The man practically drank in the lowest dip of her neckline, cut in such a deep v that it reached all the way down to her midriff. That’s when he noticed the subtle shadows Rin’s round chest cast on her porcelain skin between the strips of fabric that formed the halter neck bodice. There was nothing he could do to prevent the heat rising on his face - and pooling lower on his body, too. Reminding himself to not call her Rin tonight - only Her Royal Highness - Jihyun stepped forward, to formally introduce himself to the woman he loved.

The monarchs of Liberty weren’t usually ones to show off their skin, but today was not a fully formal occasion - and Rin wanted to look her absolute best, knowing that Jihyun would be there, too. Greeting a distinguished guest after another, she kept her nerves under control. That was until she spotted Jihyun’s familiar form in the line. The man was a stunning sight, wearing his usual warm, slightly reserved, yet sincere smile - Shy? While discreetly undressing her with his eyes?! His slim-fitting, two-piece tuxedo suit showed off the photographer’s unexpectedly strong body, his wide shoulders, and slim waist. The crisp white tuxedo shirt was adorned with emerald cufflinks, his top button was open and he’d opted to leave out the bowtie - as was acceptable from an artist. Jihyun’s relaxed chic look was impeccable on him and the man would not have gone unnoticed, even by the blind. Most certainly not by Rin.

Just seeing Jihyun made the rest of the crowd disappear for the princess. When his heated gaze met her green orbs, there were a few more people in the line before him. Her Royal Highness, Princess of Liberty felt shivers run all over her body and heat rise within her body before they’d even touched. When Jihyun, or V, as she was to address him today, took the hand the princess offered in greeting, the electric current between them was almost strong enough to make the lights in the hall flicker. His smooth, silken voice caressed Rin’s ears, making her imagine his lips on them, instead of just his words… She swallowed and licked her lips that suddenly felt dry. Her ivory soft hand in his had V picturing it travel across his arm, chest, and lower… He had to hold back a shudder and suck in a deep breath to regain his equilibrium. People next in line started to clear their throats awkwardly. The two had stretched the brief formal greeting a tad too long and V reluctantly let go of the princess. Quickly she pulled her hand back, cursing her duties as the hostess of this ball. It meant that she had to stay here and see all the guests before she could join them in the ballroom - and find V.

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I am aware of the importance of advertising, but I find a lot of the ways it is inflicted upon us to be obnoxious.

Just tell me what your product is. If you take longer than three seconds I don't fucking care.

[How best to get your message to the consumer?]

The Researcher stood before the board, a projector humming to itself as it stood ready to plaster facts, figures and findings onto the waiting screen. In the Researcher’s hand was clutched the cutting-edge in pointing stick technology, the Pointing Stick Five-Thousand. They were poised to use this brilliant stick to draw attention to particularly important nuggets of information. It would be the first time such a pointing stick had ever been used outside of the lab. There was a reasonable and polite level of hubbub as the last members of the board shuffled in.

“Gentlemen,” the Researcher said once the last member had seated themselves. All board members were male, as the one time they had allowed a woman entry they’d all had super-spooky nightmares for a week and it really just wasn’t worth it. “Our multi-billion pound, ten-year research project has finally concluded and all of our worst fears have come true - the general public is, at best, ambivalent about advertising.”

The result of this pronouncement was immediate, primal uproar.

Several of the board members present immediately took their own lives before their retainers could stop them, and many more would have followed suit had their chairs not automatically detected their distress and flooded their bodies with huge doses of opiates and soothing, muscle-seizing electric current.

Thus sedated and relaxed, their faces went slack and though in some part of their sluggish minds panic still reigned, they simply couldn’t scrape enough thoughts or energy together to do anything about it. A few dribbled, but not all. This was well within acceptable parameters.

Once certain the disruption was over the Researcher continued, clearing their throat and starting to cycle through projected slides showing the hard data behind their opening statement. The numbers were hard to refute, harder still to actually understand. It had been decided that showing the board the full statistics with the complete context would have been inhumane, so they were presented with no labels or explanation. Numbers and graphs free of meaning, floating in a vacuum and signifying nothing. This the board appreciated.

“Look at this,” the Researcher said, using their pointing stick to circle an area on a meaningless pie chart. The board groaned in dismay. It must have been bad. The Researcher kept on clicking through, their expression dour.

“Truly it defies what expectations we had going in. We lost a lot of good minds working on this project - they simply couldn’t take what it was we discovered. But these are the facts.”

This was true. When the project had first been announced most involved had found it a bit pointless. After all, people loved advertising. This was well known. Why else would those with tat to sell spend so much money on it? People needed to know about products to be able to buy them, people liked buying things, so people must love being shown five-minute epics that barely hinted at the product until the very end. This was a little something those in the industry liked to call ‘logic’, and it was like an inescapable iron cage. Or so they’d thought.

“Online is far worse, as you can see here,” the Researcher said, pointing to the middle of an empty, unlabelled graph. This news was so horrendous the board started to rouse again, even through the druggy haze suffusing their minds.

“But we made those ads unskippable! They have to pay attention, don’t they?” Slurred one board member, utterly unable to imagine a world wherein which this brilliant move had not been met with one-hundred percent success. The Researcher regarded them with pitying eyes, switching slides and swishing about their pointing stick some more. The Pointing Stick Five-Thousand had been specifically designed with swishing (and swooshing) in mind.

“Our research indicates that in many cases they turn away from the screen at that point, and do something else. Sometimes they’ve even been known to tut impatiently at the screen and react with dismay when they see how much time is left to go,” the Researcher said.

“My God, they’re monsters…”

“Yes. Yes they are,” The Researcher agreed. The research, after all, had shown this to be the case. They’d checked and double-checked the stats but the results had been pretty clear: monsters, the lot of them. Those were just the facts. Couldn’t argue with facts.

“But what can we do? What can we do?! We’re only human! We’ve done all we can do, surely!” Warbled another board member, overcoming the therapeutic electric current surging through his body long enough to stand and gesticulate wildly. He then collapsed again, spittle frothing in the corner of his mouth.

“While I agree that things do look completely and utterly hopeless, we have actually been working on a solution to this problem and we’re rather proud of the results,” the Researcher said, skipping ahead through a few more slides of doom, gloom and meaningless statistics before arriving at the sunnier portion of the presentation.

No-one present understood what the slide was showing them, but they knew in their bones it was something worth their time. Something they would happily sink millions of pounds into without a second thought.

What the slide was actually showing was a fairly simple modification of the stalwart old Lean Mean Meme Beam of the sort that used to be used for punching ideas into the heads of people from fifty paces, at least before it was made illegal. An important step in the Researcher’s plan was making it legal again or - failing that - changing it enough so that it technically was no longer illegal. But all things in time.

“Our proposal is this: unskippable advertisements, inserted directly into the brains of the customer.”

There was hubbub as the idea was passed around the table. None present saw any ethical issue with it as they’d all long-since forgotten how human beings were supposed to work. They rather liked the idea, in fact. It seemed efficient. You couldn’t turn your head away from your own thoughts!

“How soon can this wonderful idea be put into practise?” Someone asked, their erection upsetting the table. The Researcher was pleased by this positive reaction.

“We have a prototype version ready right now, and a willing customer to test it on, in fact!” They said, frantically beckoning for their assistants to bring in the modified Meme Beam and wheel in the Volunteer, strapped to the volunteer restraint.

Practical demonstration were always fun.

“Of course we’ll be working on methods of applying this technology across existing platforms - this is just a proof of concept,” the Researcher said while things were set up beside them. What they’d said made a kind of sense but left a lot of questions hanging in the air. Not that the board knew this. They just nodded to one another as though they knew what was happening

“What’s happening? Is this the questionnaire? Why can’t I move?” The Volunteer asked, blinking and squinting about the room. The last time they’d agreed to filling out a questionnaire they’d been free squash involved. This didn’t look like this was going to happen this time.

“Just hold still,” the Researcher said, flicking down the lenses on a pair of polarised safety goggles and settling in behind the Meme Beam controls. They were an old hand at this - having been deployed countless times to blast new ideas into stubborn heads. They worked the console like a maestro, taking the modifications in stride.

“Why is that thing pointed at me?” The Volunteer asked, their vision now a little clearer. The Meme Beam didn’t look overtly threatening from the outside but it was still disconcerting to regain consciousness and find something so large and so riddled with power-cables pointing straight at your face.

“It’s perfectly safe, I assure you,” the Researcher said as they coaxed the Meme Beam into firing.

The beam itself was invisible and the machine gave no outward sign that it was even operating, but the Researcher knew what they’d done. The look of worried confusion on the face of the Volunteer twitched, shifted, and then vanished entirely to be replaced with utter incomprehension.

“I - what - in my head? Why can’t I - what is this? What is this?!” The Volunteer screeched, trying and failing to escape from their bonds. Their efforts increased and became more and more frantic by the second and the assistants had to rush in to keep the volunteer restraint from toppling over.

“Why can’t I make it go away? Why can’t I make it go away! This isn’t mine! This isn’t mine! I don’t want this! I’m not going to buy this! Make it go away!”

At this point the Volunteer’s orifices started bleeding and a round of spontaneous applause broke out from the board. The Researcher took a bow. That couldn’t have gone any better if they’d planned it. Anyone in such obvious discomfort was clearly watching the advert.

Later, Meme Beams were integrated into anything and everything that might have been available so as to extract maximum possible advertising revenue. A lot of people who were very concerned about The Numbers saw that The Numbers went up as a result of this, and so they were very happy and deemed this course of action to have been a Good Thing.

Later, those people exposed to the advertising lost their minds. Widespread reports of self-inflicted head trauma and a massive surge in home trepanation kits acquired to ‘make it go away’ are considered coincidental and unrelated.

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