#and it makes sense because why would you want your soldiers to get old men that can’t fight anymore
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Is It Over Now? (12)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Aemma Velaryon
Summary: You drew up some good faith treaties
Warnings: canon typical Targaryen incest. Developing Stockholm Syndrome, Aemma is becoming an unreliable narrator.
Tag list: @callsignwidow
Aemond is gone, but Vhagar returns after two days time, reuniting with Vermithor. Their happy roars echo across King's Landing and it fills your heart with a bittersweet emotion you can't quite name. Is Aemond thinking of you at all in Harrenhal? You know you're thinking of him. Constantly. The smell of him lingers on the bed sheet, on your clothes, and on your skin, fading with each passing day. You feel uneasy without your husband around.
On the third day of his absence a letter arrives strapped to Vhagar's saddle. It's a letter from Aemond, written in High Valyrian. He tells you about Daemon's attempted siege and how Harrenhal withstood it all. He tells you how House Strong no longer stands, their ancestral home now belonging to him. He tells you about a woman. Alys Rivers. She's a supposed bastard of Lyonel Strong, older than Harwin and Larys, but he's taken her as a prisoner of war.
It doesn't sit right with you, the way he talks about this woman. His tone is almost... love sick.
He tells you that you would like her, and you decide to be the judge of that.
Getting out of the Keep won't be simple. None of the guards will allow you to just walk out the front gate... plus, you're certain Aegon himself is still keeping an eye on you. All of your secret tunnels are gone, sealed up by Aemond weeks ago. So, what's left? How can you escape?
Vermithor's loud roar reverberates through the Keep and you dash to the window of your bedchamber. He soars through the sky, dancing along with Vhagar in graceful arches. You let out a low pitched whistle and his head turns in your direction, mighty wings changing his path mid-swoop. Before you can question yourself, you climb on the window ledge and jump, hoping Vermithor understands what you need him to do.
The months the two of you spent apart melt into nothing as you crash on his large back, quiet understanding passing between dragon and rider. Vhagar comes up on your left. Her eyes are old and knowing as she dips her head towards you and takes the lead. You aren't sure which direction Harrenhal is, but both dragons seem to understand what it is you need.
Who it is you need.
Harrenhal is not a pleasant place by any stretch of the imagination. Death seems to linger in the very air, pressing down on your chest and making you want to run and hide. You don't though. You dismount Vermithor with your head held high, already missing the warmth and familiarity of him. He remains as close to you as he can, head swinging back and forth as if waiting for an ambush.
"Easy," you tell him with a gentle pat. "Stay with Vhagar. You'll keep each other safe."
Vermithor huffs at you, smoke billowing from his nostrils. He'll listen only until he senses you're in danger.
As you enter what remains of Harrenhal, you're greeted by Aegon and Aemond's soldiers. Each one bows to you with sheepish expressions. It's as if they know something you don't.
"Where is my husband?" Your gaze flits from soldier to soldier, none of them willing to speak up. "Well?"
"The Great Hall. m'lady," one finally says.
You march past the soldiers, eyes fixed firmly ahead, tuning out the whispers of the men as you leave. Tears sting your eyes but you won’t allow yourself to be humiliated further by crying in front of them. Any of them. Your cheat of a husband included. Because why else would the soldiers stare at you with such pity? Why else would they whisper behind your back? Aemond is fucking the Rivers woman.
There’s simply no other explanation.
“Aemond,” you call out as you enter the Great Hall.
Before you see him you hear a feminine giggle and the soft rumbling of Aemond’s voice.
“Clearly I need to make my presence better known, husband.” Your shoulders tense and you tilt your chin higher as you take in the sight before you. “It seems I took your men off guard… as well as you.”
Aemond doesn’t move from his seat at the head of the high table, doesn’t move to put Alys Rivers off his lap, doesn’t look at you with anything less than anger. In fact, if it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest you could almost believe the shock of seeing you sent him into the arms of the Stranger.
“Aemma,” he finally breathes out your name, shoving Alys to the side. “Why are you here? How are you here? Aegon should’ve had you under lock and key.”
“It seems the bond between dragons is stronger than we all thought.” You give him a non answer. “Did you know Vhagar has been coming to see Vermithor since you departed? She led us here, the smart girl. I wonder what she wanted me to find?”
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“And you shouldn’t be fucking a woman who isn’t your wife! You despise your brother for the very thing you’re now doing. So what is it, Aemond? Are you the honorable man I’ve always cared for or are you a liar no better than his brother?”
Aemond’s violet gaze seems to pierce your soul as he stalks toward you. “Right now I’m a man worried for his wife’s safety. What do you think will happen when they find you missing at the Keep?”
“What do you think will happen when I tell your mother her favorite son is no different than her eldest?” You don’t know why you’re saying these things. All you know is that you want Aemond to hurt. You want to hurt him.
He takes a deep breath, eyes shutting briefly. “You don’t understand what’s happening here. We need Alys-“
“Oh, we do? I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware we needed someone to keep your bed warm while-“
“Leave!”
But his order isn’t directed at you. Instead, Alys (who had been listening very intently to the conversation) offers a quick curtesy and leaves the Great Hall. You stand completely still and quiet, waiting for the swish of her skirts to disappear completely. Once it does you turn back to Aemond who still wears a thunderous expression.
You clear your throat. “I’ll give you one minute to explain what I saw and what your grand plan seems to be.”
“And after I explain?”
“I… haven’t decided. We’ll see once you explain.” Part of you is ready to go back to Vermithor and not even wait for an explanation. It’s the same part of you that is vaguely considering running back into Aegon’s arms. But you won’t do either of those things until Aemond has a chance to explain.
Aemond nods as if reading your mind. “There are whisper that Alys Rivers is a witch with a penchant for seeing the future. We need her. Having her power on our side could end the war tomorrow.”
“End the war… and in this plan, does my mother come out of the war alive?”
“That depends on what Alys sees.”
“You’re giving this strange woman a lot of power and importance.”
Aemond sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist. “It’s a command from the King. I’m to keep her happy and ensure her loyalty.”
“So she gets to sit on your lap and play the part of a princess while I’m locked away?”
His smile is wry when he says, “you don’t currently appear to be locked away.”
You don’t respond to his attempt at levity. “I don’t like this, Aemond.”
“I know. I know. Just trust me, please. Alys will never compare to you.”
You aren’t sure if you believe him, but for now you’ll leave the matter alone.
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PLAY DIRTY
(Captain John price x fem! Reader)
Summary: based on this request
Warnings: angst, John is a bit harsh, they have sex what can I say? Nova is readers callsign, reader definitley has father issues but it's okay me too, I'm not sure what else let me know if there’s anything more.
4,315 words later
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“So how’d you sweet talk me into your task, what did you say?” You questioned gaz as you both walked down the hallway. The 141 was no joke and insanely challenging to get into for the few who did.
“Didn't take much honestly you have awards and medals for your service that can get you at an even higher rank.” He replies honestly.
“Don’t compliment me.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder as you both turned into the common room. And that’s when your eyes caught sight of him, a 6 foot something hunk of fine.
“Who’s that?” You whisper into your friend's ear pointing with your eyes.
“No way.” He laughs as his eyes follow yours to the one and only captain.
“What?” You questioned.
“That’s captain price, your new captain.” He smiles looking down at you and the way your eyes widen.
“Why did I think he was older and not as handsome.” Your mind blown he was the captain and you were meant to work for him now. He’s your superior.
“Because you’ve seen him in the only photo there is of him around and it was ages ago.” Gaz answers.
“Holy shit how are you not fucking your captain.” You say as you move closer to him clearly in view as you both head to approach him.
“Maybe because he’s a man and my captain.” It was an obvious answer.
“Makes sense.” You shrug your shoulders.
“Captain, this is your new recruit.” You stood proudly next to gaz and stuck your right hand out.
“Nice to meet you captain.” You smiled slyly, giving him your most precious eyes.
“Yeah you too, soldier.” He shook your warm hand firmly giving you a quick glance up and down.
That’s how it all started, the flirting and your comments that would make his eyebrows raise at your bluntness, the ones that would make him tell himself he’s too old for you, that he’d corrupt your beauty, that he was a man with too much experience in every way. Nothing about his denial towards you ever put you off though it only made you want him more.
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“Hey handsome.” You quip to the much older man as you head into the kitchen on base to make yourself a cup of tea.
“Hello soldier.” He replies in a very monotone voice.
“Come on, give me more captain.” You kinda joke.
“Soldiers should be in training.” He sighs out turning towards you and leaning his lower back on the counter watching as you lean your head on your hand and give him a sweet smile.
“I was actually just on my way too that.” You laugh nervously and leave feeling accomplished now that you’ve gotten your daily dose of flirting with the man in.
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“Him right there.” You say trying not to fully look at him even though ghost and soap are full on staring at the guy even after you said to not be obvious.
“He has a micro penis?” Soap says seeming a little shocked cause he’s not looking at a scrawny soldier no, he’s looking at someone who’s built and tall with facial hair and tattoos, literally the picture of masculinity.
“Guys yes like he’s medically been diagnosed with that condition.” Simon lets a small sigh out which means he’s amused.
“That’s definitely um something Nova.” Ghost replies as he sips through the straw he’s carefully weaved under his mask.
“Right.” You’ve grown more than comfortable with these men and had no problem on your behalf talking about your sex life, and anyways they seemed entertained by it.
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“Wow captain looking awfully good in that uniform.” You smile up at him with your hand above your eyebrow blocking the sun from your gaze.
“Okay you’ve done your diligence now please get back to work.” He has come to the realization that you're not going to relent anytime soon.
You practically skip away after that and join the soldiers in flipping tires through the dirt.
“She’s beautiful price, why don’t you ever flirt back?” Soap questions the captain bewildered about the opportunity he’s missing out on.
“Cause she’s much younger than me Johnny I ought to be old enough to be her father.” The captains’ eyes remain on you only a second longer before he walks away.
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“No new hookups lately nova?” Soap asks as you all sit in the helicopter on your way back from a successful mission.
“No actually.” They all looked slightly stunned, you’ve given them so many stories about the same guys usually but sometimes different soldiers in the last 8 months but now when the topic came up you were quiet.
“Is there a boyfriend or something?” Gaz question being closest to you he usually knew there was this one guy at least that was let’s say friends with benefits.
“No, I just haven’t been into anyone like that.” You shrug smiling at the look on their faces.
“Well okay then I guess I’ll tell you about this lady I was with a few nights ago.” Soap goes on to tell the most in depth story of his most recent lay that left you all wanting to jump out of the moving vehicle mid air.
Your cut of sexual interaction didn’t go missed by the captains’ ears also, he wondered what it’d be like to have you as his, sweet yet sexy you. He didn’t let his imagination last too long though before he reminded himself of the hefty age difference between the two of you.
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“Hey guys, hey captain.” You approach the group that’s sitting in the corner of the room giving price those eyes, the ones that say enough without saying anything at all.
What you mistakenly didn’t notice was the general who was sitting in the seat with its back facing you. You cringed inside at the possible lecture you’d be getting later. Regardless it was too late to leave now and forced yourself to sit next to soap.
“Hello general.” You smile politely.
“Well hello Ms.Nova.” He replies giving you the same smile.
Maybe you’d get out of this but you don’t miss the way the generals eyes bounce between you and price or the way prices jaw ticks when he notices it too.
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When the general leaves you are about to get up and leave till the captain begins to speak.
“Sit down nova.” You squeeze your eyes shut and retake your seat glancing to the nervous eyes of your friend across from you.
“What for?” You say hoping the more oblivious you ask the softer the blow is.
“I’ll make this clear once and once only, I don’t want to be with you, I have no desire towards you and never will. That small comment could’ve put my career in jeopardy. This ends now. Do you understand me, soldier? I am your captain and that is all.” He says with a hint of disgust, you nod your head at his deep merciless tone that made the others in the room turn their heads.
“Goodnight team.” You leave without another word and in smaller words fucking book it to your room.
Yeah sure you’ve been shot twice, maybe cut a couple of times. You’ve even been beaten bloody by enemies but this hurt was stemming from inside. It was bleeding into your veins and to your eyes that fell out in the form of salty water.
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The next day it was obvious you cried, the puffiness under your eyes wasn’t going to relent even with an unbelievably priced eye cream.
So you steer clear of your buddies and go to do dirty work and clean out oil tanks from the military machinery with a team much lower rank than yours.
Later as the day time bled into the night you were starving, you did not miss the work it took to get you where you currently are. But you didn’t want to have dinner with the team so you took a protein bar from the vending machine and settled into your room for the night.
“You think she’ll show?” Ghost questioned gaz.
“No he was harsh, she's been into him since she’s seen him.” He cuts the conversation short when the captain sits down in his usual chair next to the couch the boys sat on.
“Anyone seen Nova today?” Soap asks not noticing price sitting in this big chair of betrayal, the same one that got you in trouble.
“Nope.” Gaz awkwardly answered.
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A mission was coming up and there was no way in hell you could miss briefing, you hadn’t really spoken with the boys in a couple of weeks and haven’t sat with them in about a month.
But it didn’t go unnoticed by anyone that you started talking to a new recruit who was admittedly very handsome. Giving him your million dollar eyes and that soft laugh that price had grown accustomed to only being used on him. Now it was making him grit his teeth hearing you display it for someone else.
“Hey you.” Soap slides up next to you as you make a cup of tea.
“Hi soap.” You answer shortly but sweetly.
“So what have you been up to, we haven’t talked much and everyone has got boring lives.” You laugh at him and sigh as you stir your sugar in.
“I've been helping another task with training.” He Hums at your reply.
“Is that where that man is from?” You laugh at his nosy self.
“Yes, if you must know that Is where he’s from.” He looks offended when you say this and it scares you that you’ve ruined yet another thing.
“Of course I must know your my best pal.” You breathe out in relief and sip from your cup.
“I’ll give you the details once we finish this briefing.” You wink at him and he fist pumps himself with a satisfied “yes”.
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You haven’t seen him in awhile and that isn’t normal especially cause he’s your captain but not once has he questioned your whereabouts.
You’re all sitting around a table in the usual briefing room, a heavy awkward silence fills the room once he walks inside with those Manila folders.
“Hello everyone, nice to see you again, soldier.” You give him a small emotionless nod and avert your eyes to the boot that knocked yours under the table.
You always knew ghost had a little soft spot for you and this was his way of comforting you.
This felt like the longest fucking briefing of your life. He went on and on and on. For the first time since you’ve met him you wanted to tell him to stop talking.
“Nova are you paying attention?” Price questions you in a similar tone he used to lecture you.
“Yes.” You say obviously, and it lacks flavor. It lacks that seductive tone and those big doe eyes you give him.
“Nova you have to understand that just because I set things correctly between us doesn’t mean you have to be this way.” He argues suddenly.
“You're my captain, no more no less you will be treated as such is that understood sir.” You look directly into his deep colored eyes.
“Watch your tone soldier.” You let out a laugh, not of humor but of disbelief and just shake your head in silence.
“Price we need to finish the um briefing before there’s no more dinner left in the hall.” Ghost interjects what was the start of an argument and steers the conversation back to strictly work.
It ends finally the meeting is called to a finish and once again you're the first one up and out. Soap catches up with you and doesn’t let you forget you owe him details and gaz follows shortly after. It’s ghost that stays behind with price for a moment.
“Why is she being that way?” Price asks ghost as he collects the left behind papers from the table.
“Did you think she’d be the same after you talked to her in the way you did?” It’s an honest question as he looks at the captain.
“All I did was ask her to stop with the comments.” He shrugs as if it was no big deal, as if it was a simple and kindly delivered request.
“No you put a very strong boundary down and now you don’t like it, nova isn’t just our team mate she's our friend and a hell of a good one. You asked her to just be your soldier and rejected her in a cruel way.” Ghost was nothing but respectful to his superior but wasn’t scared to tell the gods' honest truth.
“Hm.” Is all the captain said before shoving the files into a cabinet and walking out.
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Himself and Simon met you and the rest of the group down in the dining hall where the three of you had already begun eating.
“So we’re talking and he’s like there’s a bit of green in your eyes, and I’m thrown off guard cause there is but I hadn’t even noticed he was looking me in my-.” You quiet down when the captain takes his seat at the table and shovel some food into your mouth.
Gaz goes to tell you food can wait till later until he feels the weight that slides in next to him.
“I’ve changed the schedule, since the mission is up and coming we’re going to do some group training tomorrow.” You roll your eyes to yourself which doesn’t go unnoticed by just about everyone.
“Is there a problem?” He asks you curiously.
“Did I say something?” You look up to your teammates for an answer than to him.
“Soldier, if you don’t like my rules and my ways of being then by all means throw in a form of withdrawal and you will be sent back to your old task.” You take a deep breath and all the boys are begging silently you’ll back down even though they knew if it had been them in your situation they’d throw it all to hell.
“Okay, where can I find a form of withdrawal?” He didn’t expect that one bit, his thoughts stutter as he examines your features for an ounce of bluffing but he comes up empty.
“Let’s settle down.” Soap says completely unwilling to lose you to the grumps’ shitty behavior.
“You know what captain down worry about it I’ll go ask my last superior for one.” You slam your tray on the table when you get up and leave.
“If you liked her you should’ve just told her, hell price she tried with you and it’s only you to blame for how she’s treating you don’t make us all lose her just because you did.” Soap stands up next to leave and decides he will finish this meal in your room with you.
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“Here you go captain, it’s signed and completely filled out.” You say handing him the fucking god forsaken form he stupidly brought up.
“No.” He pushes it out of his sight and away.
“Excuse me?” You're confused, who just says no like that.
“You will stick with this task soldier. We won't let these petty feelings get in the way of the bond you’ve built with my team.” Price demands as he continues to sign documents not sparing you a look.
“No I want out, it's not up to you.” You argue shoving it down onto his desk.
“Like hell it’s not nova!” He raises abruptly from his chair slamming his hands on the table like a madman.
“You don’t know what you want captain and I will not be made confused by someone whose job is to make things fucking clear.” Emotion laces your voice and the thought out plan you had before coming in here falls to pieces.
“I want you for Christs sake, is that clear enough now.” He’s too loud for the things he’s saying and you go to shut his office door.
“What changed hmm all of a sudden you want me after you basically called me unattractive.” You get louder pointing a finger into his chest.
“I never called you-.”
“Like hell you didn’t, you said you weren’t attracted to me and never would be. What changed?”
He couldn’t take it, the spot you stood centimeters away and almost half a foot below him those eyes that were awaiting him for an answer. Before you could process it he leaned down and smashed his lips into yours letting his rough and calloused finger lift your chin up.
“No.” You push him off of you trying to keep the wall you built up and he backs up like he’s committed a crime. Then you grab him by the gear buckled to his chest and bring him down for another kiss.
He brings his hands beneath your bum and to the back of your thighs to hoist you up around his waist. Your teeth clash and the kiss is hungry. Your soft whimpers seep into his mouth making his pants grow tighter by the second.
He lays you down on his desk, clearing it of papers by simply wiping an arm over it letting them fall to the floor. His mouth falls to your neck as he explores trying to find what spot makes me squirm.
“Captain, someone can walk in.” You try to say breathlessly and he rips himself from you and in the quickest second he’s locking the door.
“Now they can’t.” He says before he’s on you again standing between your legs, dragging your shirt off as if it’s his enemy while he presses his needy bulge into you
He places kisses all over you for all the unspoken words he wanted to say. His hands are working the button of the cargos that always look way too good on you in a dying need to get them off. He swears he unlaced your boots so fast that the pads of his fingers have fabric burn. It’s too much all at once, you're such a sight and he needs to breathe and think but there doesn’t seem to be time for that with the way his body responds to you.
“Darling, I need just a small taste, is that okay.” It’s more of a forewarning cause before you respond he’s on his knees kissing up your soft legs and pulling your panties down.
He’s never been so hungry, he’s never felt so starved from something in his life. For a man who can get anything he pleases you’re the one thing he swore he wouldn’t let himself have.
But now the way you're arching into the heat of his mouth with his head between your thighs unashamedly devouring you with lewd noises and grunts he can’t contain, it's hard to believe he’s ever restricted himself of such pleasure.
“Princess, tell me what you want?” He says as your slick is still on his mouth and mustache and goodness is it a sight to see.
“I’ve been telling you for months it’d be cruel to make me ask again.” You say breathlessly as your first orgasm settles through your body.
He kisses up your navel and to your swollen mouth leaving the remnants of his effect on you on your lips.
“Please captain.” You’ve never felt so needy.
“Shhh don’t worry darling it’s yours.” Another day at another time he’d let you beg pretty for him but not now.
He works himself out of his cargo pants, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. He hasn’t been this hard in years. Never been so utterly turned on and merely desperate for a bit of your attention. He runs his index finger through your folds gathering the slick that basically spills from you to lubricate his cock.
“Sweetheart I’m sorry I ever hurt you.” He admits as he takes in the unbeatable picture of you splayed out for him, cheeks stained a shade of pink and loose hairs framing your perfect face.
“Well isn’t it a good thing you can make it up to me.” He laughs and places a deep kiss to your lips before nudging the tip into you. He’s teasing you, seeing if you’ll push Down or make any movements as it rests where you so desperately want him.
And you do.
So subtly your hands drag your body a tad but down the desk making him slide a measly 2 inches in out of the seven that are there. You moan sweetly at that, John is a big man and now you know that it’s a universal thing throughout his whole body.
“Say captain I want to stay in your team and I’ll show this beautiful desperate cunt some mercy.” He says as your eyebrows that were screwed up in pleasure change to ones of a desperate woman.
“Captain, I'll stay in your team gladly forever now please John.” He plunges into you with one swift thrust. You’d almost seen heaven before, more times that you can count but nothing in this moment can compare to the feeling of being absolutely filled by John price.
His slow and languid thrusts are driving you crazy but by the looks of his face this won’t last long.
“You’re only driving yourself crazy, captain I’m a patient woman.” He was indeed but he needs to steady himself before this is cut all too short.
He pulls fully out before slamming back into you. Your curves ripple with the movement and he wants to grab every part of you that he can and is disappointed at the fact he was only given two hands to worship such a body.
“My. doll. my. Sweet. Fucking. Girl.” he thrusts with every word. He’s deep. So deep. One of your legs is thrown over his shoulder and the other is held at his waist. Your sweet praises make him feel like a king, a true emperor.
He can feel you approaching another orgasm. The way your hands pull on the gear still attached to his chest pulling him to your lips as you lean up a bit accommodate the left over space. You moan into the kiss and his sweet and steady pace is now nothing short of a masterpiece. He’s got you undone in seconds. Eyes in the back of your head and hands gripping those muscular arms you could just bite.
“Good, very good.” He follows after, fucking you full of his seed. He can only pray that you’re on the pill.
He pulls out with a deep gravelly groan and lifts his pants up to buckle ‘em. When he’s done he places a kiss on your ankle grabs a few tissues to clean the mess on your thighs but pushes a finger into your sensitive cunt to stuff his seed back into you and grabs the cargos you came in and shuffles them around your ankles to pull them on.
“Wait, where are my underwear?” He chuckles deeply as the pink pair you walked in with on are tucked under his vest peeking out slightly.
“You're a dog, really.” You smile as he brings you up and helps you get your bra and shirt back on. He placed loving kisses on your nose and forehead as an afterglow takes over your features.
You stand and he hooks his hand beneath your armpits when your knees buckle a bit.
“Don’t let it make you too cocky.” You laugh at the boost that for sure went to his ego and he tilts his head with a smirk.
He lets you go for a second to pick up the papers he dropped and wipes the spot on the desk that your arousal spilled onto with the pair of panties and then retucked them. He whips his around towards you at the sound of his door being unlocked and rushes to relock it.
“Where are you goin?” He questions as you stand there
hand still hovering over the knob.
“You don’t want me to leave?” The look of shock on your face makes him want to tear through this building and find whatever assholes have let you leave after sex.
“No I don’t want you to fucking leave, you stay inside.” He’s in disbelief as he stares into what has easily become his favorite pair of eyes.
“Okay I’m sorry.” You feel very vulnerable now under his stare.
“Don’t be.” He says softly as he ushers you to sit on his chair while he finishes picking up the files, quietly cursing himself for being so erratic cause now he’s down on the floor reaching under the cabinet to collect the last of them.
When he’s done you stand up so he could sit and he does but not without pulling you atop his lap. You sit sideways and rest your head on his shoulder as he rips apart what you originally came in here to turn in and a small smile can’t help but find its way to your sleepy features.
“Sleep my love, I have a long while to go till these are finished.” There was no protest as he leaned back to ensure your comfort.
To be truthful those files did not get finished cause he spent merely two hours staring at how your quiet snores escaped the smallest gap between your lips. Even when he tried to get them done he simply couldn’t not when you were nuzzling closer to him every time he accidentally removed his hand from your hip nevertheless paperwork could wait.
His dolls’ comfort came first.
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Not attracted to her my ass📮
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watching more of Ace and 7th, I'm delighted by their unmatched dynamic:
the Doctor built a gigantic weird grey square thing to substitute Ace's boombox, which was destroyed by the Daleks (awww)
while spying on some nazis, Ace sneezes. the Doctor immediately fakes bird sounds so nobody suspects there's a human there
when Ace sprained an ankle, the Doctor adamantly insisted on helping her himself and gave her a small speech about how she has to take care of herself
while spying on the nazis, the Doctor asked Ace if she ignored his instructions and has explosives in her backpack. she says she's "a good girl" and does as she's told, so he says "excellent, blow that vehicle up." she's SO thrilled about it
Ace has defended the Doctor with all her heart every time someone accuses him of something because that's her Professor and she rescued him from the street and gave him a forever home. she defended him even though he refused to explain his past and a cryptic lady teased that the Doctor had deep secrets that couldn't be revealed without grave consequences, and there were hints that he was involved in the creation of Gallifrey in the Time of Chaos. Ace said "fuck the lot of you this is my old weird little guy go find your own" and stood her ground
Ace made friends with a girl in a town who had her exact same energy. they began talking about nitroglycerine so Ace told her they should talk outside. when her new friend asked why, Ace said "he gets upset when I talk about explosives" loud enough for the Doctor to hear her laugh. he let her go without another word
in that same episode, Ace meets another female soldier who was now commanding Brigadier, as well as Brigadier Stewart's wife. They all went out on a girl's night, leaving the house chores to their respective male companions. The Doctor was beaming at the women while leaving and very cheerily said he'd cook something for the men left behind
sometimes the Doctor is trying to figure something out and Ace chimes in to ask questions that prove the Doctor has been teaching her about physics
the 7th is very vocally anti-war and anti-violence yet has immediately resorted to death threats the moment someone's even sniffing at Ace. I've seen him use a sword, several types of guns, and maybe a bomb? All to prevent Ace from being slightly threatened
Ace accidentally destroyed a madman's lab while being attacked by some creatures. The scientist was all "YOU RUINED MY LIFE'S WORK" and the Doctor turned proudly to Ace and said "that's my girl"
one time they sat at a bar and Ace tried to order alcohol. the Doctor growled a warning "Aceeeee" and she sheepishly changed it for a lemonade
the Doctor boops Ace's nose several times as a sign of affection, and Ace smiles and accepts it, which I'm CERTAIN she would never take from anyone else
Ace has repeatedly dragged the Doctor around when he was being stubborn, sometimes even using his own umbrella, which I'm CERTAIN he would never take from anyone else
the Doctor keeps sending Ace places where she will be out of harm's way and Ace keeps finding direct and indirect ways to put herself in harm's way, which makes the Doctor then run after her to help her. this is literally what most episodes are about.
Ace repeatedly refuses help and compliments, but never from the Doctor. she also talks with insolence to most adults she encounters, but never to the Doctor, even when she's angry or talking back to him
the Doctor encourages Ace to be brave about her fears. there are very few things that truly scare Ace and make her feel insecure, and he is honest about what makes him scared and insecure, to show her he wants her to get through this
one time they had to return a magic sword to its place, and they were doing a ritual about it. Ace, who took it out in the first place, held the sword insouciantly to put it back and the Doctor says "Ace, don't you have a sense of the moment? this is important" and Ace just flatly says "no" and smashes the sword back
after a long day of being hunted down by creatures the Doctor paces around to monologue and when he turns to Ace, she's fallen asleep on a couch. so he smiles and gently pats her cheek with the back of his hand
truly the most duo of all time
#i love that he's very aware this gremlin child picked him as her Designated Adult and he's very gleefully taking care of her best he can#most of the time the job is to hold Ace back but more importantly#the job is to know when *not* to hold Ace back#when someone told me Ace was his daughter I thought they were exaggerating but truly this is His Child#doctor who#classic who#7th doctor
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Vito going from annoyed to loving your stay in his apartement and starting treating you with his wife, his obsessive tendency on the first few was very subtle toward you but it's getting more apparent by holding your hand when going out and beat up punk that disrespected you. One of his most fearful moment is for one day you just go back to your own timeline leaving him all alone
A/N: Ugh your minddddd!! Sorry this took a few days, I got a little busy. Using a prompt from the Yandere prompt list hehehe
44. “Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”
Warnings: abuse, manipulation, being held hostage,violence, slight SA and happy sunshine rainbows!!
Requests: Open 24/7
Masterlist
As much flack as Vito had originally given you, he’s so attached to you now.
Vito definitely is the kind of Yandere who pretends like he’s not completely obsessed with you but is actually dying for your attention.
Tsundere I believe it’s called? Yeah. That’s him.
It’s been nice having you around the house. You make him meals, help out with laundry, cleaning, and even patch him up when he comes home hurt. Not to mention very caring and understanding. You check off all the boxes his mama told him to look for in a wife, why would he ever let you go?
Besides, ever since you told him that he’d end up old and alone, he’s been on the hunt to find his perfect wife.
Apparently that perfect someone is you.
Now you were simply doing all of these things as an exchange for him letting you stay while you worked on a plan to get back home. Not because you were trying out to be his housewife.
Vito is from another time period, for him, if you're basically functioning like a married couple then you are one.
All you need now is a ring and his last name.
You didn’t pay attention to his little gestures at first. Him opening the door for you, paying for you and being protective were all chivalrous gestures most men in the 50’s would’ve done anyways. He never made it a big deal or overstepped a boundary so it didn’t really rub you wrong.
Of course Joe would tease you about Vito being completely smitten over you but it never really appeared so. Also who really pays that man any attention???
It wasn’t until Vito started becoming bolder that you started taking him seriously.
Vito would start to get visibly upset if you decided to sit across from him and not directly next to him at restaurants.
He disliked when you interacted with any man other than him. Even to the point where he would start to question your feelings for Joe, slightly accusing you of flirting.
He became a lot more physical, insisting that you’d hold his hand or have at least one of his arms around your waist at all times.
You tried to protest about how this made you feel extremely uncomfortable since this was a very intimate gesture but the man wasn’t having it. It was like arguing with a wall.
“Y/N, I know we’re only friends but I’m doing this for your protection. If other men around think you’re with me, they won’t dare lay a finger on you. Everyone knows I’m with Falcone.”
To your dismay, you dropped it. What he said kind of made sense. Women and children are off limits, especially if they belong to a family. Maybe he knew something you didn’t.
The physical contact continued but only got worse. To the point he’ll just pull you onto his lap, adjust your clothes and move your hair out of the way so he can rest his head on your neck.
“Trust me Y/N, I’m not into you. You’re not even really my type. Like I said, I just want to protect you. I need people to believe it.”
Why are you lying so hard Vito??
This soldier doesn't like it when a man disrespects a woman period!! Like y’all remember this man holding everything in him back so he wouldn’t kill the guy that hit his sister.
Mama’s boy™️
Can you imagine what happened to the man who decided it was a good idea to not only catcall you but to smack your ass???
You tried to tell Vito to forget it and that it wasn’t that big of a deal…
You spent hours trying to get the blood stains out of Vito’s bomber jacket as well as the sounds of his fists slamming that poor punk into the ground out of your head.
As much as he tried so hard to hide his one sided relationship from you, it was so obvious by this point.
Vito felt strongly about you, even if it was platonic. It was getting out of hand and causing you to look for an out.
Maybe speaking to Vito about this would help? Maybe this was all a misunderstanding and maybe this time he’d actually listen to you?
Yeah….no.
He’s a stubborn fuck that refuses to accept reality.
“Okay…since you can’t respect my wishes and this isn’t enjoyable anymore. I’m thinking about leaving and going back home. I mean that was always the plan but-“
What? You’re leaving? No no no. How could you leave your husband?
“No. You’re not going.”
Haha that’s funny…
“Um, Vito, I didn't ask you. I’m telling you. I’ll be leaving soon. Did you really think I was going to stay here forever?”
Yes. He really did. You were meant to be a part of this decade, here with him. What is so great about the future if he’s not going to be there to spend it with you?
He’s not happy, this isn’t right. Something in his brain snapped and he’s not letting you leave.
“Leaving me and going back home is all you think about, isn’t it? Always dreaming about it, always thinking about it?”
“Vito-“
“Do you think it’s funny that I have to spend my life alone…no one to love or take care of me while you go back to your life like it’s nothing??”
“P-please calm down-“
“Oh please fuck off Y/N. There’s someone else isn't there?? Huh? You have some pretty boy waiting at home for you right now? I can make more money for you-”
“Vito! There isn’t anyone else. I’m just not supposed to be here. We weren’t ever supposed to meet. This was all a huge mistake and I’m sorry for interrupting your life. I wish I just never came here. I-I wish we never met.”
Seriously? Did you mean that? Are you going to go back and undo all of this? Can you even do that? You can’t do that, he can’t live without you. You’re meant to be together.
Taking a second to breathe and lower his tone, he spoke calmly.
“Look, I’m sorry. I gained a little crush on you and it’s admittedly gotten a bit weird. You are right and I’ll let it go. If you feel like going back home will make you happy then I will learn to live with it.”
“It’s okay Vito. Let’s just get some rest and then we can discuss this over breakfast. We’ve had a long day.”
Yeah he’ll never learn to live with it. That was his best attempt at setting down the situation. He needed alone time to think and most importantly for you to go to sleep.
It’s wrong…he can almost see the frown on his late mother’s face as he thinks up this sick plan. But he didn’t ever think about you leaving before and now he’s terrified of you doing just that.
He’d only be locking you up for a few days, that’s enough for him to break you…make you change your mind…
He’s been tought exactly how to fuck with someone in the army, how to make his enemy crumble into doing whatever he wants.
Vito could do that with you. It’ll be okay and you’ll learn to forgive him once he gives you a new fur coat or something.
“This is for the best, Y/N. It’s for our future.” He loves you and the ropes tied around your ankles are tied with care. ;)
#yandere imagines#headcanon#yandere headcanons#vito scaletta x reader#vito scaletta#mafia headcanon#yandere mafia#mafia definitive edition#mafia trilogy#mafia ii#mafia 2#joe barbaro#mafia game#tommy angelo
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Good with your hands
(Soap x Ghost)
Soap injuries his knee on a mission. Ghost shows him a new technique that might make it feel better.
Excerpt of Chapter 10 of Don't Let Me Go on ao3
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The 141 returned back to their Austrian homebase in the early morning, their bodies exhausted and physically wracked with tension. As soon their helicopters landed, Price immediately pulled Valeria aside to speak with her privately in order to get a gage on whether or not she could be trusted.
It also temporarily avoided a Valeria/Alejandro blow up that definitely would not be helpful at the moment.
After the men took some time to clean themselves up, Ghost knew he wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep again for some time. The intrigue of the situation gnawed at the back of his mind, demanding answers or resolution.
Ghost didn’t know how long this interview – or interrogation – with Price was going to last, so he decided to walk around the base. His feet kept moving on their own until he came upon a relatively secluded spot outside for him to sit down on. As he rested his back against the brick of the building, he took a moment to enjoy he warm breeze that lightly shook the leaves in the trees and watched the sun slowly start to rise.
He should have expected to be alone for only ten minutes.
“Ah, there you are Ghost,” Soap’s voice rang out from the side.
“You’re always finding me…” Ghost mumbled, keeping his eyes locked on the sunrise in the distance. He wasn’t really annoyed at Soap but spoke in a more observational sense.
“Trust me, Ghost. If you didn’t want to want to be found, I have no doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t be found,” Soap said with light humour. As Soap walked over, Ghost glanced at him just in time to catch his last few steps. Ghost instantly noticed an uneven hop to his step.
“You’re limping,” Ghost stated.
“Aye,” Soap said favouring one of his knees to crouch down with a quiet grunt. He sat against the wall next to Ghost and extended his legs out in front of him, a plastic water bottle in one of his hands. “Just got back from the nurses’ station. They gave me something for the pain. I asked for only the good stuff,” he beamed.
Ghost tried to recall when this injury happened. When it could have happened. He hadn’t noticed any limp while on the mission so it must have occurred after. Then again, maybe it was there during the assault but he was too oblivious to see. Regardless, Ghost should have known.
“When did this happen?” Ghost asked, an air of confusion to his voice.
“When I dropped down from the line,” Soap answered plainly as he rubbed small circles into the side of his right knee.
“Why wasn’t I aware of this?”
Ghost began questioning whether he had missed observing other crucial details while on the mission. It wasn’t like him to miss something so large.
“Because I purposefully hid it,” Soap said matter-of-factly. Soap caught Ghost’s eye and seemed to pick up on his internal doubt. “It’s reasonable to not know something if I don’t tell you.”
“I should be aware of everything that’s happening to the soldiers in my charge.”
“It’s human not to…” Soap sighed and looked out toward the sunrise. “Which is still something that you are,” he finished quietly, almost to himself.
Ghost didn’t respond. Those words were far from what he would use to describe himself. To a certain extent, he thought everyone who did this job had to leave that part of themselves at the door.
“And anyway,” Soap said with a lighter tone to his voice again, “it’s not that the landing was especially bad. My knee was just tweaked from an old injury that occasionally acts up every now and then. Seems like it never healed right.” He was still absentmindedly rubbing small circles into the side of his knee using the tips of his fingers.
“Have you tried the knuckle technique?” Ghost asked before he could stop himself.
“The what?” Soap asked, looking at him with a furrowed brow.
Knowing his words wouldn’t be able to explain it well enough, Ghost reached over and gently felt around Soap’s knee for the bones and tendons. Soap watched him carefully, but otherwise didn’t protest. Having located the edge of Soap’s kneecap under his pants, Ghost balled his hands up into a semi-closed fist.
He pressed his knuckles between the second and third joints of his fingers deeply into the tendon just below the patella, keeping a firm pressure as he slowly dragged them upwards around the curve of the kneecap.
Soap involuntarily lurched forward and sucked in a quick breath. A second later, he melted into the touch as he rested his head back up against the brick wall, a blissful expression on his face.
Ghost repeated the motion a few more times.
“Oh, fuck…” Soap breathed out, arching his back slightly. The words tumbled out of his mouth, sounding desperate and half-close to a moan.
Upon hearing this, Ghost flicked his eyes up to glance up Soap. Soap was looking at him through half-lidded eyes which were filled with absolute trust and pleasure. There was also something else in his eyes that Ghost was having trouble pinpointing exactly.
Ghost couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him like that. Coupled with Soap’s choked out cry still ringing in his ears, Ghost started to notice an unexpected feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
Quickly, Ghost removed his hands and sat back, trying to calm his racing heart. Soap let out a content exhale and gingerly bent his leg a few times. He shook his head and softly chuckled under his breath.
“Of course. First the Rubik’s cube, then the cranes, now this.” Soap looked at him pointedly, the warmth of his eyes making Ghost hesitantly glance over. “You’re really good with your hands, Lt.”
Ghost turned his head away from Soap’s intense stare. He awkwardly scratched at his leg and tried to bring back the moisture in his mouth which had suddenly gone dry. He had a primal urge to drink something all of a sudden.
Seemingly also thirsty, Ghost watched out of the corner or his eye as Soap unscrewed the cap on his water. A gentle touch to Ghost’s knee caught his full attention. He looked down to see the plastic cap of the bottle had been placed on his leg. He squinted at it and looked up at Soap in silent judgment.
“I don’t want to put it on the dirty ground,” Soap explained casually, taking a swig from the bottle.
“You have another hand,” Ghost said dryly.
“Don’t berate me, I’m injured.”
“Barely.”
Soap held out the water bottle for Ghost to have some which he accepted greedily. Ghost turned his head to the other side and pulled his mask up over his mouth. He put his lips up to the drink and felt the cool water seep into his mouth, giving him immediate relief. He swallowed, feeling the incessant urge for water slowly begin to creep away.
Ghost handed the bottle back and Soap picked up the cap to screw it shut. The two of them settled into comfortable silence watching the sunrise together. Ghost was comfortable with not always filling the silence with noise, but with Soap it felt even easier. This was surprising considering how much Soap liked to talk.
After a few minutes, Soap let out a yawn just as his phone chimed in his pocket. He pulled it out and scanned the message.
“Price is done with Valeria. He’s calling us in.”
“Do you think she can be trusted?” Ghost asked. Soap blinked a few times in thought. “I guess we’ll find out.”
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"Can I do something about the physical attraction?"
Bucky smut (with a special guest)
Part 1
You had known Bucky basically your whole teenage life. I mean, you were now 24 years old but you knew him since you were 13 all the way until 19. But, you absolutely hated each other. You see, your dad worked at Hydra, so you were always there. You weren't allowed in the headquarters until you were 13, and when you were allowed, you saw this very muscular-looking man screaming on a chair with something around his head; and you always thought he was just being over-dramatic. Like, it couldn't hurt that much, right? Anyways, you and Bucky would always see each other and roll your eyes to show how much you hate each other since you weren't really allowed to speak to him. You had no idea why he hated you, but you just thought he was weak, and like your dad said, "Men cannot be weak," and you stood by that until you realised that Hydra and your dad were both assholes. So, you moved out. You always had superpowers and thought it was normal until you entered the 'real world.' Eventually, you decided to take advantage of your powers and joined The Avengers.
It had been 2 years since you joined and now, you were getting quite comfortable with everyone and everything. Tony had kind of become a father figure to you and Nat and Wanda were probably your closest friends. The true reason why it took you so long to trust everyone is because of your past.
You always thought that The Winter Soldier (if that was even his real name), was indeed there by choice. But when you broke out of Hydra, you heard some pretty bad stuff about it, you weren't sure.
One day, everyone was out for Tony's birthday dinner but you hated eating out. Steve hadn't gone either and you had no idea why, but you didn't really care because you wanted the night to be devoted to 'self-love,' mainly because you were super horny and your fingers never really did the job. Steve didn't know you were in the headquarters, but then again, you didn't really care because it doesn't make a difference whether you're here or not. You see, your situation with Steve was a bit interesting; you guys didn't really talk to each other a lot but you certainly thought he was a good-looking guy. And you also knew he had a huge dick, thanks to your X-ray vision, and no that's not pervy, it happened by mistake. But the reason you're not really friends with him is that you found it really odd that when you went to the 'Captain America Museum, you saw him with a guy who looked exactly like Winter. You found that super weird because you were pretty sure that Winter was only 30 and maximum 40, definitely not a 100.
So, you go to the gym, where you were running on the treadmill until you got so utterly frustrated that you had to stop and sit down. you heard two men talking. You just assumed that you were being a bit delusional and that Steve was just talking on the phone. You get up to deadlift and as you are, you can sense a tall body entering the gym and you assume it was Steve. So, you continue with what you were doing with your back turned to Steve, as you bend you hear a "well, well, well," you stand up, confused as you turned around and gasped in shock. "Winter... what are you doing here?" "Please, call me James, my friends call me Bucky, but you're not my friend." "James, what are you doing here?" "Please, don't act like you don't want me here." you look at him confused, "Oh please, we both know I hate you James. and you hate me." "mmm, I'm pretty sure that's not true. You see, my cell was right next to your room. and I could hear you masturbating and moaning my name, 'the winter soldier,' Every. Single. Night. And I must say, y/n, I must say, I was impressed. And sometimes, I might have been turned on as well." You look at him with a red face. "well, you may be right about that, but i was only attracted to your abs and maybe some other physical features but certainly not you." "ah, I see. well, can i do something about your 'physical attraction' towards me?" "Excuse me?" you say as a reply."Well," he says as he walks up behind you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and strokes all the way down to your hip and then starts rubbing your butt as you moan unconsciously. "Should i make your dirty little dream come true, Y/n?" "Yes, please" you moan - your pride disappearing with the absolute frustration you felt 5 minutes ago.
He puts his hand under your leggings and puts your thong to the side. He starts rubbing around your wet pussy as he asks if he can put his cold, metal fingers in your wet vagina. "yes, please" you say, with all your pride just disappearing when you hear those words. I mean, you had been sex free for so damn long, that you were down for literally any kind of sex from any kind of person. But inside, you knew you had lucked out with Barnes being the "any kind of person" that you got to fuck. He puts 2 of his cold, metal finger in your pussy as you moan at the sensation. He thrusts his fingers up and down as you almost reach your climax, "wow." you hear, but it definitely was not James' voice, "doll, was that you?" he says chuckling. "uh... no" you reply, "yeah, didn't think so." you both turn back and see Steve, in shock. he clears his throat and covers his erection. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt anything but Bucky when i told you to check if the lights were off in the gym, this is kind of not what i meant." "you want to join, captain?" you ask impulsively and then realise what you just said. You were about to apologize, but then Barnes interrupts you and says, "Yeah, join us." he says with a smirk. You were surprised at what James said but you were just happy that you weren't the only one who would be embarrassed if he said no. But you reaaalllyyyyyyy hoped that he would say yes.
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part 2 will be uploaded soon!
#marvel smut#bucky barnes#part 1/2#oneshot#james buchanan barnes#one shot#bucky x reader#sexy content#the avengers#smut#marvel#female reader
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YELLOWSTONE PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue from the television show
leverage is knowing if someone had all the money in the world, this is what they would buy.
i remember.
there's sharks and minnows in this world. if you don't know which you are, you aren't a shark.
that's it. that's all there is.
where's the fun in wrecking a single man?
words are weapons.
just like your mother.
"i'm sorry" are two words you never have to say to me.
we're enemies now.
i'm gonna give you one last chance. you leave now or you never leave.
you know what work is, don't you?
you can't unmake family.
i don't choose the way. i make sure no one questions yours.
you're either born a willow or born an oak. that's all there is to it.
i want you to move it.
our home is here.
well, that's what it means.
i need you to learn how to use them.
your grandfather used to say you can't fix a broken wagon wheel, but you can use the parts to make a new one.
it means that you have me, that i'm yours. it means come live your life with me.
soldiers don't tell war stories anymore, because wars these days... it's just about trying to live through them.
that's a conversation for another time that we'll never have.
you're gonna grow up and i'm gonna grow old.
if you act like a thief, i will treat you like one.
what do you want from me?
you are the trailer park. i'm the tornado.
no one has a right. you have to take a right, or stop it from being taken from you.
i look at every day with you as a gift.
you know, you did something that no one does. you've outlived your past.
i'm chopping your family tree down.
don't scream.
i'm asking you to marry me. will you do that?
nobody's gonna mess with us.
the only thing i ask is that you outlive me so i never live another day without you.
lawyers don't scare me.
i'm reasonable until i'm provoked.
everything i do is for him.
does that make sense?
you ought to listen to this.
i have been down this road many, many times before.
lawyers are the swords of this century.
karma comes in all shapes and sizes. guess it's me today.
god sure finds interesting ways to put people out of business.
you know what that means, don't you?
if it's gonna be all right, why are you taking a gun?
i hope i never meet the first man who thought it was a good idea to ride a bull.
i look at you, and the thought fades.
you know, when you boil life down, it's funny just how little you need, isn't it?
let's go get them.
i believe in loving with your whole soul and destroying anything that wants to kill what you love.
i made two bad decisions in my life based on fear, and they cost me everything.
like it or not, that choice is coming.
when you say no, it must be the death of the question.
i can't stop the river from flowing.
i don't want you to stop it.
when they go away, they never come back. ever.
you would have made a hell of a cowboy.
a man who puts a hand on a member of my family never puts a hand on anything else.
where'd you learn that kind of language?
do you think some day an explorer will find our bones and wonder what happened to us?
i don't know you.
the exploring's all done.
it's the truth.
just tell me who to fight.
all men are bad. but some of us try real hard to be good.
everything's gonna be all right.
these problems have to go away before i do.
for someone with no spine, you've sure got a lot of balls.
do you know who did it?
you never knew your grandmother, did you?
nice try, kid.
bullies need to be big, and i'm bigger than you.
every so often, you say something that makes me think you're smart.
you build something worth having, someone's gonna try to take it.
you ever had someone look at you, and your whole world just stops?
i like his home better.
i'm not judging. i just don't understand this place.
i'm just meaner than you.
from now on, what i do is for me.
when the misery is bad enough, tomorrow is rarely factored into decisions.
you should try zumba. get your cardio up.
"should" is a useless word, almost as useless as hope.
all the angels are gone. there's only devils left.
you've already proved you're not scared of anything.
if i'm going to lose you, it's going to be about what i did, not because i lied.
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Even as a non-shipper, two things always jump out at me about the current air in regards to Jikook.
1) The fact that people can't even ship them jokingly. People will scream into a pillow about JK and his crush on RM, about Jimin and Jin being chaos cuties, or about Sope being...just Sope and no one gives a fuck. But the moment Jikook is the conversation topic, everyone's always "aw such besties". Like you never see anyone call JK whipped for JM or vice versa even in the way they do with other non serious ships? It's really fucking weird
2) I'm no expert on SK military procedures. But if there were two dudes who enlisted as part of a program with the purpose of staying together 18 months. To protect them both, to make them better soldiers, to help them serve their country? Why would you then go out of your way to separate them? My BFF has been in the military for years and he's been serving with the same team for most of that time. You bet your ass no one is gonna rip tight nit groups apart, that's incredibly demoralising. Which you don't need on the base that is so close to the literal border of North Korea. Like why is this even a discussion point in the shipping community? This is the furthest from romantic or cute or whatever I can think of? Our 7 men are risking their lives and mental health every day for their country, after holding up the economy almost single handedly mind you, without being asked if they wanted to. And People use this mandatory enlistment to further rumours about them? Kinda insane. I won't ever celebrate what we hear about BTS and their training, because I only want to know they're safe. Let them do this job in peace
Well spoken, Anon.
I've noticed the same weirdness around Jikook. People can't even kid about it without getting awkward and making it weird. I love Sope and NamJin and JinKook even Yoonmin, basically every ship/friendship pair but Taekook (because the cult ruined the fun for me). I don't know why it's so hard for other people to love Jikook the same way. See them as lovers, see them as besties, see them as brothers - their relationship is still lovely and wholesome, and I think it should be admired no matter what anyone believes is the true nature of their feelings for one another.
I agree also that it makes no sense to separate men who enlist under the buddy system. The government makes them jump through too many hoops just to qualify for the option. After all that, they'd never pull them apart. Like you said, close-knit units are part of the driving force of any military. A good team can perform miracles. Jimin and Jungkook enlisted together, they are assigned together, they are in the same dorm, the same camp, the same everything. That's the way they planned it and the way they wanted it. If I see one more cultist or solo stan playing the "mean old BigHit made them do it" card, I really will go insane.
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Confinements - Pt.1
pairing: soldier!levi x f!medic!reader
themes: war themes + war crimes, enemies to lovers, mature and heavy content (minors dni), medic!reader, reader is a tough cookie due to wartimes, levi is a prisoner of war, reader and levi are snarky lil fellas, afab reader, swearing, heavy themes regarding acts of war, mentions of death, dark content, finding warmth in each other during cruel and cold-blooded times
chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 updated weekly
chapter word count: 2.6k
a/n: hey, hi, hello! i had one remaining request left to deliver but knew i wanted to do something very particular with it, which ended up being this mini-series fic! so fun to be writing a new levi adventure. there’s only 4 chapters, but they’ll be updated weekly because i finished all 4 prior to making its grand debut. i hope you enjoy some good ol’ war romance. :’)
based on this request
A small fire crackled steadily in front of you but it hardly did a thing to warm you. Truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually felt warm. An icy cold had frosted over your entire being the moment the war broke out. Then, some years ago, the cold had completely frozen your heart and soul upon the news of your brother’s death.
The only reason you’d volunteered as a medic was to be closer to his unfortunate burial site; his entire squad had been blown to bits and there hadn’t been much of a body to return to you and your family. He’d allegedly lost most of his limbs and there was just no way to save him.
Your country had been woefully understaffed in terms of suitable medics, so you were able to get in with your small training in midwifery and your herbalist background. You were a quick learner and the doctors and nurses had trained you to be a pretty astounding medic. Here you were, three years into your newfound career and nearly four years into this bloody war, and you’d raised in the ranks so to speak.
These days you were mostly thrown into high trauma cases. Amputations, complex and lengthy surgeries, days and days of screaming and crying and dying. There were definitely some days you missed being a novice and dealing with simple sutures or merely prepping a soldier-turned-patient for surgery, but it felt nice to feel important, to feel like you were making a difference. Someone like you could have potentially helped your brother. You were saving lives. So why did you still feel cold inside? Why didn’t the world make sense? Why were there still dozens of new men and women being thrown towards you every single day, left for you to figure out if they would live or die?
A day of leisure didn’t come often, but you’d made sure that today would be a personal day.
The fire crackling in your little fireplace was just enough to heat up your tea and breakfast. It was nothing extravagant, just some porridge and chamomile tea, but that was as good as it was going to get for a long time.
You lived with the other medics in a small camp a few miles out from the front lines. You weren’t necessarily a combat medic, meaning you didn’t get sent off into the heat of battle, but every medic needed to stay close. The makeshift hospice camp was seen as a safe zone, an unspoken rule of war, and was another half mile from your living spaces. You could see it as you looked out your window and stirred your porridge.
Even from inside, at a distance from the hospice and the front lines, you swore you could hear the ever-present yelling. At this point, you were able to tune it out, which you were especially hellbent on doing today.
Today, you’d be sneaking off and visiting your brother’s place of death. You did it every year on the anniversary of his death. It was no longer a dangerous warzone, rather more of a husk of land. Bones, ashes, dirt, and shrapnel were the only things left there. However, it was prohibited to go to old hotspots of battle, so you’d kept it a secret.
A knock at your door pulled you out of your thoughts and you jerked your head to the door, setting down your mug of cooling tea so you could walk over to answer it.
“Dr. Muller,” you greeted your visitor with mild surprise, stepping aside to let him in after a brief and hollow exchange of hellos.
It wasn’t often you’d see the doctor anywhere but at the hospice camp. He was the most attentive physician by far, frequently requesting your assistance with his trauma cases.
It was bad news that he was here.
Your heart dropped into your stomach as he took a seat in your small living space and you took the silent cue to follow. After awkwardly taking your time in sitting across from him, he sighed and looked you in the eye for the first time, an apologetic hue coloring his gaze.
“I know this was a personal day for you, but there’s a bit of a situation at the hospice camp,” he explained.
Part of you groaned internally, bitter at the interruption of your personal day when it had only barely started. The other part was on high alert, waiting for further instruction.
“What happened?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.
“It’s not your usual assignment, you see. But I can’t think of anyone else who would be able to resolve this. Captain Levi Ackerman is currently at the hospice camp and it’s been…difficult for him,” Dr. Muller said, clearly uncomfortable with even these vague details. His voice was hushed, as if afraid someone would hear.
The name immediately rang a bell.
Captain Levi was a high ranking captain and nearly legendary in his combat expertise. Everyone feared him at least a little and nobody would want to be caught in even his line of sight during a battle. The problem was that he was a captain of the army you were fighting against.
He was your enemy.
“We managed to take Captain Ackerman as a prisoner of war?” you asked, apparently a little too loudly, as Dr. Muller immediately hushed you.
“Yes, but quiet down,” he hissed, grey brows knit together tightly. “Only the general and his immediate subordinates and Nurse Gatha know, aside from you and me.”
You pursed your lips together, a little miffed. As if you were the gossip; everyone knew Nurse Gatha couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“So what are you asking of me? Is the captain badly hurt? Should we be preparing for surgery?”
Another unspoken rule of war: every person, no matter which side they were on, received your best efforts to save their life.
“It’s nothing like that,” the doctor sighed. “He’s quite hurt, but it’s not fatal. It’s just that…”
You narrowed your eyes.
“What?” you pressed.
“Nurse Gatha isn’t suited to help him. He’s made her run out of his room in tears three times just this morning and he’s only been here since last night. She refuses to go back in and tend to him. She says she’s terrified of the man. You’re the only person I can trust with his care, and to keep it a secret. Truthfully, I’m not so happy that the general brought Nurse Gatha into this first, but it couldn’t be helped because of your personal day.”
“It’s not so personal anymore,” you grumbled under your breath, but sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. “Alright. I’ll go see him, then. Give me a rundown of his injuries.”
The walk back to the hospice camp was dreary. This season held nothing but rain and it was relentless. Winter had thawed, only for snow to melt into rain instead, and you could only dream of hot summer days.
By the time you were safely back indoors and shielded from the weather once again, you were already drenched.
You paid it no mind and tugged on your uniform before following Dr. Muller to the captain’s room, hidden away in the cellar - no doubt to hide him away from everyone else.
You were shocked to see that even the doctor was hesitant to go inside with you. Apparently Nurse Gatha wasn’t the only one who was a little afraid.
“Like I said, it should be simple care. I’ll leave you to it,” he said, already walking away with a wave of his hand. “See you soon!”
You watched him leave with wide eyes, unbelieving that he would just leave you unsupervised with a prisoner of war, and a dangerous one at that, but you merely scoffed and pushed your way into the room, your entire body tense.
“Can’t you do anything about that awful smell? This has to be a form of torture.”
The voice belonged to none other than Captain Levi Ackerman himself and your eyes immediately landed on his slender form, chained to his bed that was pushed up against the concrete wall of the cellar. The way he spoke was quiet but his tone was mean.
“What smell?” you asked, trying your best not to reveal your shaky voice.
“The smell of rotting vegetables. It’s disgusting to me that you can’t even smell it,” he snapped.
“You’ve been captured and you’re injured, but you want to complain about the smell?”
He didn’t comment about that anymore, choosing instead to comment on your appearance.
“And you. You look and smell like a wet dog.”
You said nothing and raised your brow at him with a scowl on your face, taking the sight of him in.
Captain Ackerman was of short stature, with raven hair that accentuated how pale he was. His face was angular but slender like the rest of his body. He was bruised and hurt with injuries that would have put even the best soldiers on bedrest. He had a fractured ankle and there was a nasty gash above his cheekbone that had been stitched up. Two black eyes made his grey irises stand out even more; the swelling had gone down to be able to see the unique color. And those were only the visible injuries. You knew from Dr. Muller’s rundown that there were equally worrying internal injuries. It seemed nearly impossible that this was the captain himself, but his badges showed his ranking. How could this man be Levi Ackerman?
Any fears you’d had slipped away and you snorted a little when the captain rolled his eyes and sat up in bed, chains jingling with his movements.
As you tried to approach him, he tried his best to lash out at you, but the chains held him back and you barely flinched.
“I was told that your injuries weren’t that serious but that’s not quite the case. Some of your injuries, if left untreated, will send you into an early grave,” you warned. “You can fight until you’re all tired out and then I can work, or you can save us both some time and just let me take a look at you. Try to be smart and opt for the second option, please. I can also see that you’re in a lot of pain.”
It was true. As much as he tried to hide it, you could see the way the captain clenched his jaw and tried not to move certain parts of his body. His voice was strained when he spoke. His breathing had hitched when he’d lashed out. Those broken ribs probably punished him for that little outburst.
Captain Ackerman silently relented by going slack and scoffing at you before turning his head towards the cement wall, allowing you to get close and do what you needed to do.
You approached him slowly, like a hunter approaching a deer, but he didn’t try to lash out again.
When you placed a hand on his chest, he winced, cursing under his breath.
“Make it quick,” he seethed. “I’m just glad you’re not as much of a wuss as your colleague.”
He must have been referring to Gatha. The thought almost made you smirk.
“Well, you certainly didn’t make her job easier,” you remarked, fingers nimbly undoing the buttons of his shirt. “You’re not very pleasant, Captain.”
“Would you be if you were in my situation?” he snapped, though his voice was still quiet and strained as you gently prodded along his ribcage.
You didn’t answer him, mostly because he did make a good point, but also because you were trying to make this as quick as possible. Dr. Muller promised that as soon as you finished with Captain Ackerman, you’d be free to resume the rest of your personal day. He’d even thrown in an extra one after the captain was out of your hair.
Captain Ackerman had two broken ribs as detailed by an initial inspection from Dr. Muller, so you didn’t need to worry about wrapping or splinting. Bedrest would be the best cure for him on that front. When you inspected the nearly black bruise by his hip, you frowned to yourself. There were concerns about internal bleeding, but it was more than likely just a horrible bruise. You’d have to keep an eye on it.
After cleaning up his stitched up wounds and applying a cold saline solution around his black eyes, you were largely done with tending to his injuries. The swelling around his ankle told you it was too soon to move it around too much.
Without a word, you rummaged around your medical kit until you found the pain medication you knew would best help the captain. You shook the vial gently before grabbing the syringe to fill with the liquid, ignoring Captain Levi’s wary looks.
“What is that?” he finally asked, his entire body tense.
“Pain medication,” you answered curtly, turning back to face him. “Would you like some?”
“How do I know that’s not some lethal poison or something?” he asked, a little venom in his voice.
You rolled your eyes and held up the syringe, raising a brow. “I’m a medic, not an assassin. It would be unprofessional of me to carry around lethal poison while I’m running around trying to keep people alive all day.”
Some type of emotion flashed in the captain’s eyes, but it was fleeting and was gone before you could really decipher it.
Instead of dwelling on it, you found a vein on his arm and injected him with the laudanum unceremoniously, impressed with the way he didn’t even flinch. You could see the effects of the medication take hold of him almost instantly. His body loosened up and he seemed to let out a whoosh of breath.
“Thanks, Doc,” he grumbled. Even though it was clearly insincere or induced by the drug, you still took it positively.
“I’m not a doctor,” was all you said, and then packed up your medical kit and moved towards the door.
You only stopped when you heard Captain Levi clear his throat to get your attention, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder.
“Why are you giving me medical care? Why are you helping me get better?” he asked. It wasn’t accusatory and his tone wasn’t even all that mean this time. He seemed genuinely curious.
“Because nobody deserves to die,” you blurted out, and then internally winced. It was how you truly felt, of course, but it felt…too honest.
The captain seemed satisfied with the answer, however, and again a flash of some unknown emotion flickered through his eyes. This time, it tugged at your heart a little and you quickly excused yourself to let him rest.
You ducked out of the hospice camp without being seen at the instruction of Dr. Muller, your medical kit hugged tightly to your chest as you braced yourself for the wet weather outside. For a brief moment, you remembered the captain’s insult thrown at you about looking and smelling like a wet dog, and a bitter smile made its way onto your face. You still weren’t completely dry from the first time you’d had to venture out, so it would undoubtedly be a miserable experience.
Still, you couldn’t help but find peace in the feeling of rain spattering onto your body as you briskly walked back home. It reminded you of your brother; he’d loved the rain. You only wished it was warmer rain, if only as a blind hope that it would warm the chill inside you.
Thoughts of Captain Ackerman were promptly pushed to the back of your head as you dried off at home and got ready for more sneaking around.
By the time you ventured out towards your brother’s spot, the rain had stopped and had only left behind a shiver-inducing breeze. It made you sad.
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A Tale of Stolen Hearts: Chapter V - It's Hard to Trust You
Chapter Summary: How will the Grisha treat you after your secret is revealed?
Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky
Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Zoya Nazyalensky, Fedyor Kaminsky, Ivan
Word Count: 3686
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During the day after your 'abduction', the atmosphere is tense. You can see the distrustful looks casted your way. It doesn't change after you and Kirigan tell everyone what happened in the basement when you stop for the night. You sit at a table in the dining room of the inn you're staying in, alone, others pointedly having their backs to you.
Finally, having enough, you stand up and go to a room you're supposed to sleep in. You barely manage to take off your boots when there's a knock on the door. You close your eyes and count to ten.
'Come in,' you call, opening your eyes. Kirigan enters the room. He closes the door behind him and walks slowly to you.
'Is it time for questioning?' you ask, your tone bored.
'You promised to explain,' Kirigan reminds you. He crosses the room. He leans on a bed post. He crosses his arms and legs. He raises his eyebrows at you. He's waiting.
'I know,' you sigh and put your hands behind yourself on the bed, leaning on them. 'Ask away. What do you want to know?'
'How is it I didn't sense your power?' Kirigan asks. 'It took you a second to knock out three grown-up men. A mere Heartrender can't do that. And yet when I was touching you, I never felt it.'
'Ah, so I hurt your amplifier's ego,' you say and receive a glare from Kirigan. 'Sorry. You didn't feel it because I've been hiding it for years. I am a Heartrender. I know how to control my body.'
Kirigan stares at you. He doesn't believe you. He can't bring himself to admitting it may be true.
'Same goes with the testing if you're wondering,' you add. 'Grisha that were coming to test children in our city were never able to get a reaction out of me. I was already in control of my body's reaction when I was first tested.'
'How old were you?' Kirigan asks. 'When you found out?'
'Three,' you answer after a moment, your face grim. 'Don't. Don't ask me how it happened. I don't… I don't want to remember it.'
Kirigan seems surprised by your reaction. However, he nods, respecting your wishes.
'Why were you hiding it?' he asks instead. 'From Grisha testers. From us.'
You're silent for a moment. You exhale shakily.
'If Grisha testers were to discover me, they would send me to the Little Palace,' you start. 'There I would be training to become a soldier. I would be sent to… kill. I knew that at the Little Palace, all Corporalki spend their first two years of education in common training before branching off to become either Heartrenders or Healers, depending on each individual's choice. But I always… Since I was little, I was a better Heartrender than a Healer. I can heal, but… it's not as effective when I cause harm to a human body.'
Kirigan stares at you. It's hard to guess what he's thinking.
'And why didn't you tell us?' he asks.
'Same reason,' you answer, shrugging. 'I didn't exactly fancy joining the Second Army, sorry.'
'Because you don't want to kill,' Kirigan says and you nod. 'Why?'
You're silent. You shake your head slowly. Kirigan sighs, frustrated.
'You could defeat those assassins without my help,' he points out. 'Why didn't you use your Heartrender's skills?'
'Almost no one in Caryeva knows I'm a Grisha,' you explain. 'And I prefer it to stay that way. I know it was a close call. And if I had no choice… I would use my Heartrender's abilities.'
'Why did you decide to reveal your secret in the end?' Kirigan asks after a moment. You gather your thoughts.
'Since they caught you, there was no doubt they would have make a tight security for the basement,' you start. 'There were no chance others could have rescued us. You couldn't summon shadows. And since he called me a Grisha anyway… I was happy to point out he was right but not with what Grisha I am.'
Kirigan stares at you in silence. You answer with the stare of your own. You are a bit tense.
'For this mission to work, we have to trust each other,' General finally says. 'We can't do that if you have secrets from us. Secrets that are vital for mission.'
'Oh, don't start with trust,' you snap, annoyed. 'I know you have others spy on me, watch my every move. How is that trust?'
'You made it perfectly clear you don't want to work with us,' Kirigan says.
'Like you want to work with me!' you scoff.
'Can you blame me? You have no respect for me.'
'And tell me, do you have one for me? So far, you've treated me like I am a dirt at your shoes.'
'I thought you-'
'Were an otkazat'sya? A common thief? While my profession is not exactly noble, even if I were a normal human, I still deserve to be treated like a person. Everyone does. Yet you think of humans as if they were lesser than Grisha.'
Kirigan abruptly moves away from the bedpost. He walks to stand in front of you. He puts his hands on your sides and looms over you.
'They are lesser than us,' he says, his voice low. 'They won't hesitate to haunt us, kill us. We may protect them, be their only chance to cross the Fold, but they still fear us and think of us as monsters. Not only Fjerdans. Because they don't understand us and are jealous of our abilities.'
'And how exactly treating them like they treat… us… is going to make things better?' you ask, glaring at him. Kirigan raises his eyebrows.
'Who says it's supposed to?' he asks. You shake your head with disbelief. Kirigan straightens up.
'We must do what we can to survive,' he says.
'Not at all cost,' you say. You and Kirigan stare at each other again.
'Looks like we can't trust each other after all,' General finally says.
'No, not yet,' you agree. You feel a pang of sadness because of that. You don't understand why, though.
'Get some rest, we leave in the morning,' Kirigan says and leaves the room. Once the door closes behind him, you fall back on the bed with a sigh.
'Elizabeth,' you say, 'what did you get me into?'
*
After a night with very little sleep, you go downstairs for breakfast. Not everyone is up, but there are already some Grisha, sitting at one of the tables and eating. You stop and look for a table.
But then you hear a chair moving. You look at the Grisha and see Fedyor has pulled back a chair. He's looking at you with a small smile on his face. You look at him with gratitude and join the table. You try to ignore the distrustful looks some other Grisha send your way.
'Sleep well?' Fedyor asks, pouring you tea.
'Not really,' you answer and wince. 'Not the best bed I slept it.'
'Yeah, no argument here,' says one Grisha. 'You'd think we could sleep in some good places, but no, we shouldn't attract attention.'
The last words she says imitating the voice of Kirigan. You can't help but snort. Others chuckle as well.
'You know he's right, Tatiana,' Ivan says. Tatiana rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything. For the next few minutes you eat, while listening to the chatter of your companions. Slowly others join. When you finish, Fedyor turns to you.
'So,' he says. 'You're a Grisha. A Heartrender at that.'
'Um. Yes,' you say, becoming nervous. All Grisha present now look at you.
'It's quite a surprise,' Fedyor says. 'And it does make us feel a bit suspicious about you. But we understand why you didn't share it with us. I mean, you were basically forced to work with us.'
You smile tightly and nod. Others still look at you. You want to disappear.
'General said you're quite powerful,' Tatiana says. 'Did you really take a few men at once in a second? Made them pass out?'
'Yes,' you answer. Grisha shoot you impressed looks. Fedyor smiles.
'That's not an easy feat,' he says. 'Can you show us? But maybe on one person.'
You look at him, surprised. You're unsure. You don't think anyone at this table would appreciate having their body controlled.
'Try on me,' Ivan speaks up after a moment of silence. You look at him, surprised. Others do the same. The Heartrender nods at you.
'Okay,' you say and exhale shakily. You face Ivan and bring your hands together. You concentrate on his body. A moment later his head hits the table, startling everyone. He starts to snore. Grisha chuckle. Fedyor checks on his beloved. He shakes his head.
'Completely out,' he says and grins at you. 'Nicely done.'
You smile. You focus on Ivan again. He groans and lifts himself up. He blinks.
'That's the fastest I've ever fallen asleep,' he says. 'You can do that more often. But only when I'm actually about to go to sleep.'
You laugh. You nod.
'I'll keep that in mind,' you say. Others suddenly tense. Before you turn you know who's standing behind you. Kirigan's eyes are locked on yours. As always, you can't read his emotions.
'We're leaving,' he says curtly and turns to leave. Fedyor sighs beside you.
'Well, you heard the General,' he says and stands up. Other do the same. You as well, but a bit slower. You don't exactly want to see him, but it's inevitable. So, with a heavy heart, you follow others.
You grab your things and meet others outside. Some are still shooting you distrustful looks but you see also some smiles. You feel relieved. It would be a dreadful journey if you were to be despised by everyone.
'Ready?' Kirigan asks, passing by you.
'Yes,' you answer and mount your horse. When you turn your head to look at Kirigan, he's already on his horse as well.
'Let's go,' he orders and you move out. You sigh. You hope you'll manage to reach some understanding.
But for most of the day you and Kirigan travel in silence. Others fill it with chatter, jokes and laughter. They even try to engage you in their conversations. You do so from time to time, but usually in a few words. You're not exactly in a mood for talking.
A few hours later Kirigan suddenly stops. He raises his fist, ordering you to do the same. You do so, albeit confused.
'What is it, General?' Tatiana asks. You understand first. You frown.
'It's quiet,' you say. Kirigan nods.
'So?' Tatiana asks, puzzled. 'I thought people usually hate the noise.'
'It's too quiet,' you explain. 'You can't even hear birds singing.'
You barely say it when people jump from behind bushes, yelling. They have axes, swords and all other kinds of weapons.
'Bandits!' Zoya shouts.
'Are they stupid or something?' Tatiana asks, confused. She brings her hands together and water falls on a few bandits, stopping them in their tracks.
'Yeah, we can take them out in a few moments,' says another Grisha. You casually throw a dagger at one bandit that is coming at you. He tries to run for a few moments longer, but eventually he falls on his face.
You frown, noticing something sticking out of his pocket. You get down from your horse and crouch over the man. You reach into his pocket and take out a piece of paper. It turns out to be a letter. You wonder what an idiot carries letter in his pocket. But you freeze when you read the content of that letter.
'Stupid, stubborn man,' you murmur and raise your head. 'They're not bandits! They're assassins!'
'Again?' Kirigan sighs and uses shadows to get rid of three enemies at once.
'Seriously, what I have to do to stop being a target of assassins?' you growl and stab the incoming assassin. You look around. Grisha are no match for assassins. But you're still taking loses. You see Tatiana falling on one knee, holding her arm.
'We need to send a message!' Ivan shouts. 'So they would stop coming!'
'We already sent them messages!' Fedyor shouts back. 'What else would work?!'
You know. You can make this stop. But if you do… you know this will change you forever. But maybe you don't have to go in all the way? You must at least try.
You bring your hands together and concentrate. All background noises disappear. You feel as if the time slow down. You take in a deep breath… and exhale.
At once the assassins start to choke and grab their throats. Grisha look at it, surprised. Only Kirigan looks at your direction and sees you focused. You make them fall on their knees. You squeeze their lungs until they pass out. Only one is still holding out, but you continue to choke him. You slowly walk to him.
'Tell the duke that the next assassins or anyone he sends to kill me, will end up not just knocked out, but dead,' you say, your voice low. 'He won't stop us from reaching Fjerda. And maybe if he's lucky, we will save his wife. Understood?'
The man groans and manages a nod. You quickly make him pass out as well. You think they should lie here for some time. So they wouldn't follow you.
'They should be out for a rather long moment,' you say, turning from the men. You try not to look at the surprised faces of your companions. You start collecting your daggers.
'Take care of the wounded and let's move on,' Kirigan orders after a moment. Grisha hurry to comply. Soon enough you're back on the road. You feel looks sent your way. But you ignore them. You also try not to think about what you did. Here you fail miserably.
*
You stay for the night in the next village you come across. None of you stays after supper. You're all tired and still reeling from the attack. You sit in your room (again you have your own, you start wondering about it) for a moment. Finally, you stand up, coming to a decision.
A moment later Kirigan opens the door to his room after hearing knocking. He's surprised to find you behind it.
'[Y/N],' he says, failing to hide his surprise. 'Can I do something for you?'
'Can we talk?' you ask after a moment of silence. Kirigan looks at your face. Finally, he nods and lets you in. You get inside and pace nervously a bit. General sits down on a chair and waits, watching you. Finally, you stop, but you don't look at Kirigan.
'I… I was always… not exactly fond of people,' you start. 'Elizabeth, on the other hand, thrives among them.'
'Okay…' Kirigan says slowly, not really knowing where you're going with this.
'She was always my parents' favourite,' you say, smiling sadly. 'They never said "no" to her. While to me, they barely had a kind word. Once, I saw a toy on a market. I asked them if they could buy it for me. They said "no". A few days later I saw my sister playing with some other kids. I saw that toy in her hands. I asked her where did she get it. She said mom and dad had given it to her.'
You smile sadly at Kirigan and look away again. General frowns. You take in a shaky breath.
'I confronted them about it,' you say. 'I asked them why they had given Elizabeth a toy I had asked them to buy for me. They said… she was a better daughter for them.'
You stop for a moment. You can't bring yourself to look at Kirigan.
'What happened?' he asked quietly.
'I snapped,' you answered after a moment. 'I felt… such anger at them. I screamed and… and suddenly there was so much blood everywhere…'
You trail off. In your mind you're back in your house. You see your parent's bodies… You shiver.
Suddenly, there's a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Kirigan looking at you with… concern? No, that couldn't be it. But his hand goes to your arm. He squeezes it. Somehow it gives you strength to go on.
'Only later I found out I crushed their hearts from the inside,' you say. 'And their lungs. That… that's how I found out I'm a Grisha. A Heartrender.'
You gulp. You look away from Kirigan again.
'I ran from the house, scared of what I had done,' you go on. 'My sister found me in the woods. She knew. But she didn't hate me or sold me out to the village. We both were three years old, but she comforted me like she was much older. She told me to wait in the woods. She got back and packed our things. Then, she came back and we left. We ran. I am running ever since.'
Silence feels the room. You wait for Kirigan's reaction. You fear what it will be. Disgust? Mockery? Fear? Anger?
Instead, he gently wraps his arms around you… and hugs you. You blink, very confused. Very, very confused.
'I'm sorry,' he says finally.
'It's not your fault,' you say, puzzled.
'I'm sorry you had to go through that,' he says. 'Every child should be loved by their parents. And supported.'
You think you hear a bitter tone in his voice. Clearly there was some bad bone between him and his parents… or one of them.
'This is why you refuse to kill people,' Kirigan guesses, letting you go, and takes a step back.
'Yes,' you confirm and gulp. 'It felt terrible, to have power over their lives. And end them. And I didn't even want that. I couldn't control myself. Ever since, I have been focusing on controlling myself and my abilities. So nothing like that would happen again.'
'Your control is very good,' Kirigan says. 'I couldn't even tell you're a Grisha.'
'Sometimes I don't feel it is,' you admit. 'I… I fear that if I kill someone again… I will lose it. I will lose control and I… I will lose who I am.'
You look up at Kirigan. He looks at you intensely.
'I don't think you could,' he says quietly. 'You're a strong woman. I don't think you can lose who you are.'
You stare at each other for a moment. You open your mouth to say something but you're not sure what. You close them.
'I…' Kirigan starts but trails off. 'Thank you for telling me this.'
You nod. You look down again.
'You were right,' you say. 'If we want this to succeed, we have to trust each other. Or at least try to be less distrustful. I felt that for it to happen, you needed to know about the reason I don't kill people or rarely use my abilities.'
'Yes,' Kirigan says, nodding. 'It helps me to understand you more. I…'
He opens his mouth and closes it. You look at him and tilt your head with curiosity to the side. Kirigan clears his throat.
'It's late,' he says. 'You should go and rest now.'
You stare at him for a moment longer. Then, you nod and head to the door.
'[Y/N],' Kirigan's voice stops you. You turn your head. He seems to be fighting with himself.
'Everything I do, I do for the safety of Grisha,' he says. 'My people. Our people. You're one of us. Never forget that.'
You nod slowly. You wonder if you should go now or…
'It also means we have your back,' Kirigan adds. 'You're not alone. Don't forget that.'
The words hit you hard. He doesn't even know how much. You manage a small nod.
'Thank you,' you say quietly. 'Goodnight.'
'Goodnight,' Kirigan says. You hurry out of the room. You head towards yours. But when you turn the corner, you bump into someone.
'Whoa, sorry!' Fedyor says and grins. 'Someone's in a hurry.'
'Yeah, I… sorry,' you apologise. Fedyor frowns in concern.
'Hey… you good?' he asks. You force a smile and try to make it look real.
'Yep. Just tired,' you lie. 'Sleep well, Fedyor.'
'You too,' Fedyor says, nodding. You hurry past him and enter your room. You slam the door shut behind you and lean on them. Slowly, you lower yourself on the floor. Tears stream down your face. You try to wipe them away angrily. You hate being vulnerable.
You sit like that for some time. You finally get to your feet and walk to your bed. You don't even undress. You just throw yourself on the bed and close your eyes. You fall asleep quickly. That whole day was hard.
In the meantime, Kirigan is staring out of the window in his room. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
'Enter,' General calls and Fedyor walks in. 'And?'
'The assassins won't be a problem,' he answers. 'I left one alive, like you ordered. The one [Y/N] threatened to. He swore he would pass both her message and yours to the duke.'
'Good,' Kirigan says, nodding, and turns to face Fedyor. 'No one attacks us and gets out of it alive.'
'Except for that one assassin,' Fedyor points out. Kirigan smirks.
'For now,' he says and turns back to the window. 'Don't let [Y/N] find out you came back and killed them.'
'Why?' Fedyor asks, intrigued.
'I'm trying to get her to trust me,' Kirigan says. 'I doubt going behind her back and killing the men she spared will help that. Not yet at least. She has to understand more first.'
'Understood,' Fedyor says, nodding. 'Is there anything else?'
'No, go to sleep,' Kirigan says, shaking his head. 'You deserve it.'
'General,' Fedyor says and bows his head. He leaves the room.
Kirigan continues to stare out of the window. It's long in the night when he finally puts himself to sleep. But what you told him still runs through his head.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could.
This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47256868/chapters/119537539
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Welcome to Skyrim.
How do I start this? Dear Diary? no that sounds like I'm some Nord child writing about a crush. Look, I don't know who you are but if you're reading this, you're either very bored or have a morbid sense of curiosity. So, let's just start at the beginning.
I was trying to cross the border and the imperials picked me up. To their mind, everyone not with them is a storm cloak. I mean, unless you're a Dunmer, then lumping you in with the other side just makes a convenient excuse for your murder. You may not want to read that, but it's true. In war, if you're not an ally, you're an enemy. No one is neutral. At least, not to the stormcloaks or imperials.
Anyway, I made my way out of Helgan and made my way to Riverstead. Now, I don't know about other people, but narrowly escaping death by rampaging dragons, really makes me consider what's important in life. And random drunks blubbering in the street does not even move the needle on importance
A random ranger making some comment about my ignoring said drunk ramblings did get the sharper edge of my temper though.
Come to find out his name is Bishop, and he was looking for his long-term companion: a wolf. That makes a lot of sense for his grating nature. But hey, I wouldn't want to leave the animal that I was super close to alone in the hands of bandits, so I agreed to help him.
The local merchant asked us to stop by a place called Bleak Falls barrow and recover some golden claw thing for him. Yea sure. why not. I'll add it to my list of things to do.
ANYROADS: We headed off to find Karnwyr (that's the wolf by the way. And I called it, he DOES like me more than Bishop, but I digress). On our path to find Karnwyr, we stopped off at Whiterun. I needed to pick up some spells and I had it on good authority this guy who worked for the jarl had what I wanted.
I was going to stop and talk to the jarl too, but he was busy in some sort of courtly meeting thing, so I just left.
I figured Skyrim was relatively civilized, you know, minus the giant magical lizards flying around. I was wrong. On our way to find Karnwyr, we were attacked by necromancers, wolves, and bandits. BANDITS! What the heck are the soldiers patrolling the roads doing? Does the Jarl know how useless his men are? Oh! wait! that's what they're doing! Bishop just reminded me of the Falkreath soldier and the Whiterun soldier that were fighting over a prisoner on the side of the road. *sigh* He got away while we watched. Their loss.
Along the banks of the river, we found a broken-down house with a shrine and a dead body. I did the sensible thing: looted the body and prayed at the shrine.
We were passing some ruins of a stone tower and might have walked on by if we hadn't heard some cursing and sounds of pain. I absolutely had to investigate. It was required. It seems this old, abandoned prison was a hidden Thalmor torture dungeon. Not Dibella's type of dungeon either, this one isn't fun, or consensual.
It seems the Thamlor's latest victim has a pair of lungs on him. We rescued and healed the guy, Kaidan by name, and helped him get his gear back. Many Thalmor died that day. I regret nothing. I probably should.
Oh! Here's something I remember that makes me shake my head. Bandits have zero sense of self preservation. Look, I expect wolves and other wild animals to attack us out of nowhere but BANDITS? IF you see three armed and armored travelers, they would not normally be the first choice of "targets" but bandits man, I'm telling you. So yea, we killed them and freed their prisoner because we've decided we're chaos incarnate now.
Kaidan helped us rescue Karnwyr. it was a very touching reunion. Bishop tried to be a tough guy, but you could tell he really loves that wolf.
The nearest town was Riften and we all wanted to sleep in a bed that night, so we made our way to town and the inn.
Riften, now here is a story worth preserving. The guard at the door said some drivel about "visitors tax" Kaidan offered to distract him while I picked his pocket. I opted to make the guard piss his pants instead and got him to open the door.
We made it to the local watering hole with little more than some local thug's attempt to intimidate us (the boy can't help himself but spill the beans about everything going on in town. I wonder how he gets off calling himself an "information broker". )
I got us rooms and was about to indulge in a mug of Black-Briar mead when I noticed a note. Something about someone waiting for me in Riften Jail. Well shit. Now my curiosity is piqued, and we all know that is never a good thing. So, I pack up and head to the Riften jail.
Some fast talking and a quick look around later, and I'm staring at a blue Khajiit who is convinced he tried to kill me. I don't know this guy at all, but he's absolutely convinced. Since I'm not one to kill an innocent man, even if he asks, I tell him if he wants to pay back some debt, he can work it off.
I gear Inigo (that's his name by the way) up with some stuff I looted from the bandits who jumped us, he grabbed a dragonfly in a jar, and we made our way back to the inn.
I'm going to get a bath and sleep in a bed. Tomorrow our band will make our way to Bleak Falls barrow.
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Wish Come True.
Chapter 7: First Day of School.
(TW: school, Lots of talk about fighting and descriptions of fighting. Talk of street fights and...think that's it! Let me know if I missed anything!)
A week had passed since I first arrived on Coruscant. I was starting to feel more acquainted with the area and the people, but it didn't make any of this easier for me to process.
Obi-Wan had told me he had my blood tested and I turned out to be force sensitive. But, it's not as strong as the average jedi.
I didn't quite meet the average count of midichlorians to be a jedi, but the Jedi Council still decided I needed to be trained as a Jedi anyway.
The Jedi Council had also been informed of what happened while I was with Tech, and apparently, were very intrigued.
I'm not sure what all went down, and how they came to this decision, but it was decided that I was to be trained by Obi-Wan as a Jedi, and by Sargeant Hunter as a soldier.
They believed, since I was not as strong in the force as a normal jedi, I would need the extra training from a super soldier to keep up with all the missions that I would go on.
I was frustrated, to say the least. I didn't even get a choice. They just ordered me, and now, I'm in this thing and I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being there.
Why did they need to train me so bad anyway? Surely they have enough jedi, and Obi-Wan seems pretty high up, I'm sure there's more capable people who would love to be his padawan. I'm not even technically old enough to be a padawan.
But for some reason, it didn't matter that I wasn't old enough, or that my midichlorian count was low, the Council wanted me trained, and I bet I knew why.
They knew that, somewhere in my mind, was the answer to many questions about the war, including how it ended. They wanted that information, yes, but more importantly, they didn't want the enemy to have it.
They figured it was better to keep me close, just incase. Keep me hidden.
"What're you thinking about?" Cody's voice broke through my thoughts.
He sat across the room from me, at his desk, while I was on his bed, reading through some textbooks.
The words were all in a different language, but it somehow made sense to me, even though I'd never seen it before.
I sighed. "Just...everything. This situation, how I got here, how I'm gonna get back..."
He nodded slowly, "I know its probably not...exactly what you're wanting, but it could be good for you. You'll atleast have people to watch your back."
I shrugged, glancing around the room. "Maybe, but I'll also have people controlling my life."
Cody frowned. "You'll have your freedom, kid..."
I gave him a look. "My freedom is already being taken away, seeing how they didn't give me a choice in the matter."
He shrugged. "Yeah, its a change, but maybe one for the better. Who knows, you could make some friends."
I scoffed once more, "Yeah, sure, uh...Here's the thing, people don't like me. Never have, never will."
"Well, I like you so far." Cody turned his head. "Maybe people here are different from where you lived."
I stared at him for a moment. "While the town I grew up in was far from perfect, it still had people, and I know that they won't be that different from the people that live here."
Cody chuckled, "Fair enough, but I'm sure you'll find someone. What about the men you met from the 501st? You seem to like being with them."
I raised a brow, "You mean the ones that charged into your room because of a broken jetpack and stolen medical supplies?"
"Yeah, those guys." He chuckled again.
I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "I mean...Maybe I could teach Tup how to actually steal without getting caught."
Cody rolled his eyes. "Thats not what I mean."
I shrugged, "Could be useful."
Cody sighed but chuckled. "I guess it could be someday. But he has you, so we don't need to know that."
"I might not always be here, Codes." I layed down, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe I'll run away from this war..."
"You haven't even had your first day of studies yet, get over yourself." I could practically hear the eye roll.
I huffed. "Its been two years since I went to school, so pardon me if I'm not excited to start again today."
Cody laughed quietly and stood up, "Would you rather be going over battle plans with me and Kenobi?"
I sat up and looked at him, nodding. "Yes, actually I would."
He merely smirked at me and grabbed his helmet. "Too bad, kid. You gotta know this stuff."
I groaned. "But I don't wannaaaa!" Cody just laughed at me, making my lips turn into a pout.
"Cmon, kid, time to go." He nodded to the door. "It wouldn't be good for you to be late on your first day."
I glared at him and stood up, grabbing the backpack I stole, and walking past him. "You're a jerk, ya'know?"
He merely shrugged and followed me out. "Eh, I've been called worse."
A half hour later, I was sitting behind a desk. I felt strange. I hated it already.
There were probably about fifteen other kids in class, all seemingly my around my age. Almost all of them were taller, which I find thoroughly unfair.
Being fourteen and 5'2 doesn't seem like a huge deal, but nearly everyone I encounter was taller than me by a few inches, even those younger than me. It made it hard to be intimidating a times, but people also tended to underestimate me more, which I used to my advantage.
My mind drifts back to Arlo. He was only nine, but was already at my eyebrows. His brother was two years older than I, and much taller, as were his friends, but I still managed to take them down.
I chewed on my lip. I hoped Arlo was okay. I knew I had no control in coming here, but I couldn't help and feel guilty for not being there for him.
"Alright, students, find your seats, it is time to begin our lesson for the day." The teacher I assume, a lady wearing jedi robes and had her hair up in a bun, walked in and ordered us.
All the kids around me murmured their last words to their friends and sat down at the desks.
As the lesson began, something about the history of the Jedi and the Sith, I quickly realized how far behind I really was.
Subtly glancing at the other students, all their expressions read boredom, and I knew that this topic was review for them.
Seeing how they grew up in The Temple, they've probably heard these stories their whole lives, and knew them well.
I, on the other hand, had never heard of any of it. If this was the basics, I'm not sure how I would do when it came to something hard.
I took as many notes as I could, swallowing at the burning feeling of someone looking at me. I probably seemed like such a weirdo right now, but I had no other choice. This is the only was the only way I could possibly remember everything being told.
Two hours passed, and that class was finally over. Combat was the next one, and I was extremely grateful for that. Atleast I might know something there.
I shoved my pile of notes into my backpack and started to leave, stopping abruptly when someone was standing in the way.
"Oh, sorry-" He apologized and took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn't mean to nearly run into you."
I watched him, taking in his dark skin and midnight blue hair, mumbling, "Its fine..."
His crystal blue eyes stared at me for a moment before smiling and extending his arm. "I'm Zayn Cooper. I noticed you were new in class and thought I'd introduce myself."
I hesitated before shaking his hand, holding onto the strap of my backpack. "Right, yeah...I'm Fae."
"Its nice to meet you." Zayn smiled more, and his words actually seemed genuine...
Before I had a chance to answer, a new face appeared behind Zayn, giving his shoulder a shove.
"Cmon, man, we're gonna be late." A taller boy with shaggy, copper colored hair and fair skin spoke up.
His green eyes, both a different shade, trailed over to me and a grin spread on his lips. "Woahh, hey there-"
I raised a brow, scoffing. "Excuse me?"
Zayn sighed and lightly elbowed the flirty teen beside him. "Sorry about him, Fae. This is Blaze, he's not used to girls and chases their attention."
Blaze made a noise of indignation. "Please, I get plenty of attention from girls."
"If you get 'plenty of attention from girls', then you can leave me alone." I stated, eyes narrowing.
He paused for a moment before chuckling and mock saluting. "Yes, ma'am. Although I hope my first impression didn't completely ruin my chances of getting to know you."
I crossed my arms. "As long as you drop the flirting, sure. Aren't Jedi not allowed to even... like, have relationships or whatever?"
Blaze shrugged, "Technically just no attachment."
"Relationships have attachments." Zayn added. "Healthy ones anyway. Most jedi completely break that rule anyways, just not in the way Blaze is saying. Which should be expected, people aren't supposed to be alone, and its natural to seek companionship."
I tilted my head. "Who exactly would be their companion?"
"Other jedi, clones, people they work with often." Zayn explained then asked. "Who's your Master?"
"Obi-Wan Kenobi." I answered, glancing between the two to catch their reaction.
Blaze's brows went up in surprise and he let out a whistle. "Damn, you got lucky. Lot of younglings wish to have him as a Master, how'd you get him?"
I shrugged, "Like you said, I guess. Got lucky."
Zayn chuckled. "Lucky is putting it lightly. But anyways, Master Kenobi has companions. Like Master Skywalker, and Commander Cody."
I nodded slowly, "Yeah, I...I guess I see that."
Blaze shrugged. "Some of the Council members don't like it, but what can they do? Like Zayn said, its natural."
"If you children are done talking, you are missing your next class." Our teacher from earlier cut in, her tone displeasing.
"Sorry, Master Argus!" Zayn called out, eyes widening at the fact he's late.
She sighed and shook her head. "Just hurry along, boys. And Padawan Miller? Master Kenobi is here for you."
My brows furrowed but I nodded and turned to Zayn and Blaze. "Guess we'll have to talk some other time."
Zayn gave me a smile, "Yeah, we'll be around. If you need any help with studying, you can ask me."
I gave him a light smile. "Right, well, I might take you up on that."
Blaze cleared his throat and smirked at me, obviously teasing, "You know, I'll be around too. If you get lonely."
Zayn let out a long sigh and grabbed his arm, dragging Blaze out of the room and bidding me goodbye before Blaze had a chance to say anything else.
It didn't stop him from throwing me a wink before he was yanked out the door, however, making me chuckle.
"Based on that sound, I am assuming you had a good class?" Obi-Wan's voice interrupted the quiet, and I turned to face him, shrugging.
"Better than a lot of classes I've had." I confessed. "It was a little confusing, and I have a lot of notes to study, but I should be fine."
"Yes, I believe you are more than capable to do this. Especially with the help of a new friend?" He raised a brow as he led me out of the room.
I glanced up at him then looked at the hall infront of me. "I'm not sure if he counts as a friend, I just met him."
Obi-Wan hummed, "Perhaps, yes, but that doesn't mean he will not become a friend. And I know that if you become acquainted with Zayn, then he will introduce you to those he is acquainted with."
"Like Blaze?" I asked him, walking at his side.
He nodded, "Yes, he is one of them. I believe this will be good for you, my dear."
I shrugged, "I guess so..." I shook my head. "Why did you take me out of class?"
"What they will be doing is far too advanced for you." Kenobi told me. "I am taking you to begin your training with Sargeant Hunter, though today will only be an evaluation, to see where we need to work on the most."
I nodded slowly, "So...I'm just gonna be fighting?" I asked.
He chuckled lightly. "Mostly, yes. We will focus more on technique later on."
I smirked slightly. " Well atleast I'm finally gonna do something I know I'm good at."
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A few minutes later, we arrived in the training room, Cody and The Bad Batch already there.
"General." Cody spoke and straightened up.
"Commander." Obi-Wan nodded at him, a light smile on his lips.
Cody's eyes looked at me, "How was class?"
I shrugged indifferently. "Boring, but fine I guess. This will definitely be more fun."
Obi-Wan raised a brow, "Fun?"
"You do realize that you will be fighting, correct?" Tech chimed in, head tilting.
"Yeah, I know. What's the big deal?" I looked at all of them, slightly confused.
Wrecker laughed in glee, a wide grin spreading across his face, again nudging Crosshair. "Ah, yeah! I like 'er even more now!"
Crosshair merely huffed and continued to chew on his toothpick.
"Anyway," Kenobi looked to me, "Are we ready to get started?"
"Uh, I guess." I mumbled, still confused.
"Alright, then Sargeant?" He addressed Hunter. "I put her into your hands." They gave each other a nod before Hunter stepped closed to me.
"You ever fought before?" Hunter asked, starting to lead me onto the mat.
"Yeah, I have. Quite a lot, actually." I answered him truthfully.
He hummed and nodded. "What kind of fights?"
"I don't know... I fought people in the neighborhood, store owners. I used to do street fights to get money, and also to improve my skills. But some guy got mad he lost and ratted us to the cops. Got in fights with them too, but that was just mostly running from them." I explained to him.
"You did street fights?" Cody's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"I had to make money somehow." I gave him a small smirk. "I was decent at it, won quite a bit of cash cause people always betted against me."
"People actually let you fight? You're fourteen." Hunter questioned, brows creased together.
"And I was fighting before that." I chuckled, shaking my head "Its a bad town full of crime and people who just don't care. If I went up against someone and lost, they got paid. No one cared if I broke a few ribs in the process."
"And did you?" Tech asked. "Break a few ribs, I mean."
"I was going up against guys ten times my size, yeah, I got hurt. A lot actually. But you get used to it." I snickered, more relaxed now that I was talking about something I knew.
"Well then, let's see what you can do." Hunter remarked, gesturing to the circle in the middle of the room and smirking. "Or are you all talk?"
I examined him, realizing that he was trying to mess with me, and grinned back. "Bring it on, Skull Face."
I walked to it and Hunter followed in suit. Hunter had shed his armor to make it a little more even, though he was a trained commando so it still wasn't a very fair game.
We both stepped inside the circle and got on opposite sides of the ring. Tech came to stand outside the circle, while the others went and sat on a bench off to the side.
"Okay, I'm gonna throw a few punches, not very hard or fast, but I need to see how you react, got it?" I nodded, "Get into position." Hunter ordered.
I placed my right foot behind me, shifted my weight to my toes, and lifted my arms to infront of me, my hands balled into fists. I knew Hunter wasn't going to actually hurt me, but I never took my eyes off of him.
'Just act like its real. Don't loose focus.' I told myself.
Hunter had done the same as me, in his own way, and then crept towards me, ready to throw a punch.
I walked around the edge, keeping distance between us, but I didn't turn my back.
We circled each other, but then, he pounced. I was caught off guard, but recovered quickly and slid to the right.
I brought my fist forward, aiming for his head, which had turned my way, but he blocked it, grabbing my wrist slightly to push me away.
He waited, making sure I had my balance, before lunging again. This time I was more prepared and, when I sidestepped, I grabbed his arm and went to kick him in the stomach.
Surprisingly, it landed. I know he's not trying his hardest, or anywhere close to it, but a bit of pride swelled in me when I actually hit him.
The blow knocked him back a little, so I planted my foot that delivered the first hit, and did a roundhouse kick, again hitting his stomach.
He stumbled again, more this time, but looked up and smirked, "Maybe I won't go as easy on you, kid."
Once the words left his mouth, he rushed me and threw a punch to my head. I dodged, but barely, he picked up his speed.
I didn't even had time to register his other hand coming towards me. It landed on my shoulder, but I could tell he was purposely trying to avoid hitting me in the head.
The force, and the surprise of the hit, caused me to fall on my knees. Hunter sent another punch but I rolled out of the way. I ended up behind him and brought my leg up to kick him in the back of the knees.
He fell over and I used this small distraction to stand up and regain my poster.
Hunter stood up soon after, looking proud, "Nice move."
"Thanks." I did a mock salute and got back into position.
Hunter did the same. I lunged towards him this time, and sent a fist to his face, but he blocked it. I quickly turned so my back was towards him, and elbowed him in the stomach, then turned again and punched him in the face.
He looked angry for a second- or rather, shocked- and went to grab me.
I dodged his hands and did a back tuck, to gain distance, then got into position, but lower to the ground, so I could move quicker.
Hunter came at me, fast, and decided to return the favor, by punching me in the stomach. He then grabbed my arm, freaking flipped me over shoulder, and pinned me.
I coughed slightly as I hit the mat with a thud, and writhed under his hold, but to no avail.
Game over.
Hunter stood up and took a step back, walking outside the ring, "Nice job, kid. Better then I expected."
"Better then any of us expected." Obi-Wan chimed in, pacing forward.
"I still lost." I mumbled, still lying on the floor, trying to regain my breath. I was a tad bit jealous when Hunter didn't even seem winded.
"With all due respect, we knew you would loose." Tech announced, "Hunter has been trained his entire life in hand to hand combat, along with many other things. His enhanced senses also help him navigate things around him. It is not surprising that you lost when you've only fought on the streets, and have not been trained. But, as it has been said, you did better then we thought you would."
"Yeah, you knocked Sarge to the ground! Not many people could do that!" Wrecker added, grinning still.
"Especially at your age." Crosshair narrowed his eyes, observing me closely.
'I have a feeling that that's the closest he gets to a compliment.'
I sighed, then did a kick-up to get off the ground, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow and walking out of the ring.
"You seem to be good at acrobatics and gymnastics from what I can tell, you also look to be flexible, why is that exactly?" Tech asked, already looking at his datapad to type in my answers.
"I used to sneak into a gymnastics class when I was younger." I started. "And they didn't realize I wasn't actually a paying student for over a year, and then they kicked me out. After that, I just figured things out on my own and kept up with everything they taught me."
"You seem to do a lot of things you're not supposed to..." Cody raised his eyebrows.
I shrugged, "Didn't have anyone telling me otherwise."
"Well, that is something that will definitely have to be worked upon," Obi-Wan stated, "We can't have you starting fights here, or breaking rules. Your ways of living are going to change."
"Yeah, I've gathered that." I murmured to myself.
Obi-Wan faced Hunter, "Take the data you acquired today and look it over. Fae's training shall continue tomorrow." Hunter nodded his head, then Obi-Wan proceeded towards me, "Run along now, Fae, we have much to discuss. Cody and I shall find you later."
I whispered an 'okay' before turning to leave. Obviously whatever they were discussing, I wasn't allowed to hear.
As much as that piques my interest even more, and I would usually stick around to listen anyways, I had a lot of studying to do.
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After many, many, many hours of studying, I finally went to bed. I was temporarily staying in Cody's room, on a small mat on the floor, until the Council decided where to put me.
For some reason they didn't want me to stay with Obi-Wan like most padawans would stay with their Master.
I wasn't sure how long I was asleep, but it didn't feel nearly long enough before I awoke with someone shaking me.
"Fae, you gotta get up now." The 'someone' spoke from above me.
I groaned, and rolled over, pushing the hands away.
"Fae, this is your last warning, get up now." I didn't listen, infact, I barely even heard what the guy said.
When I continued to lay there, with no sign of getting up anytime soon, the mystery person huffed and grabbed the end of my mat, lifting it straight up into the air, sending me off my mat.
I fell onto the cold, hard, floor, which was like a shock to my system, eyes cracking open to stare at him with a pout.
"Heyyyy! Whats your problem?" I whined, rubbing my eyes, trying to get them to opened fully.
"I tried to warn you." Cody. Of course it was Cody.
'Jackass.'
"You have to get up, Fae," The clone demanded, crossing his arms.
When I finally peeled my eyes open all the way and sat up, he was standing over me with an unamused expression.
I let out a huff of air, "And why would that be?"
"Because you have class and training again." He told me, words crisp and clear.
"How are you so awake?" I looked at him in disgust. Morning people annoyed me.
"Because I woke up two hours ago." Was his dry response.
I glanced at the chronometer to read the time and my eyes nearly popped out of head.
"Its 0700 in the morning!!" I shrieked in horror. "And you've been up for two hours?!"
Cody merely chuckled at my reaction. "Yeah, I have, kid."
"Maybe that's why you're always grumpy." I grumbled, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Listen kid, just hurry up and get dressed, we gotta go." He ordered and started to walk out.
I scowled at his retreating form and flopped back onto the ground, groaning.
Today was gonna be a long day...
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This Unhinged Watching of Libertys Kids and Making Comments While High Was Made Possible by Viewers Like You.
Thank you.
Postmaster General Franklin
Alright time for season two or what would be season two if this show was made for grown ups.
I know it’s a low budget kids show and all, but they couldn’t have even tried with Sarahs dress? At least make it look like she’s wearing panniers at least.
Oh yes wait a minute Mr. Postman.
Her parents are a hot couple. They’ll be even hotter when they reunite and she sees his beard for the first time.
Henri it’s not that hard to jump from a crate!
Ooooooooh a letter!
La Volpe!
Sir can’t you see the no parking sign.
Hodges is kind of fine
*guitar strings humming* Secret code
James you are too gullible I swear to fuc
AOL isn’t working James where’s my mail
YOU GOT MAIL
They’re picking at those letters like vultures
“Someone opened my nudes I was sending to my mistress!”
The British own AOL
King George going through all the mail to read all the hot gossip firsthand.
“If our colonial army possessed an ounce of your pluck, we’d have nothing to fear.”
Another road trip
“James you missed the exit miles ago”
Wow James that was a smooth lie
James you left the mail where
All this to send a damn message. Just get some fucking Harry Potter owls in this bitch.
Yeah he just grabbed her hand
Um, we work for Franklin bitch
Aw Sarah, that was a great compliment
They had mail horses omg. They need ups logos or sum on the side
Damn Ben F you a straight up g.
“I accept because I know it will piss off King George lol” 😝
Common Sense
Oh here we go. Another episode to enlighten Sarah.
Also, I feel like Sarah and Tom Paine would debate their differences and drink ale at the same time.
Tom Paine said fuck the rich I love him
I have no patience for patience— Honestly, my profile page quote.
I’M FRENCH
“FUCK KING GEORGE M’LADY”
Oh she’s insulted
To make a bowl of soup fly like that, his bones would need to be made out of steel.
Tom is a bleeding heart liberal
Moses is so unphased by Paines abrupt departure
Sarah’s a real boss businesswoman
Paine is me when I’ve had too much tequila
“WHO ARE YOU CALLIN A PUDDIN’ HEAD?” 😭🤣😂
James why. There’s nothing realistic about this at all. Ya’ll ain’t Mystery Inc.
Why did no one go to Bens shop first? Ain’t he the most popular guy?
“That’s good journalism.” He’s done with her.
Is that Sarah’s dress shop. She buys her dresses from that tailor.
Henry why are you chasing cats
That has to be one weak ass crate to cave in to the weight of a nine year old boy.
Sarah the fuck kind of complement is that.
Henris running a hustle. Huslin’ Henri
This is why being a woman is terrifying
He waited that long to go help her tf?
“You’re a woman Sarah. You’re not as free as you think you are.”
Common people don’t need kings
“We have night at home!”
Sarah knows Paines opposing views don’t make him deserving of being tarred and feathered and you do see she has empathy for him
Tom doesn’t give a fuck
Ok kids, pass these around to your neighbors and read them amongst your table mates.
Henris like “Damn he donating all of it?”
Rights of all men, and we mean only men. Fuck the rest of ya.
The Turtle
YOU GUYS THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE EPISODE.
What do the sailors call General Howe!?
They really said lets go fuckin hard on the theme song
Do ya’ll think James and Henri have practiced mock British accents to annoy Sarah
Cookies and milk. A classic.
Oy it be a drunkin sailor
James we are not Mystery Inc
James are you suggesting that said sea monster wants to eat Sarah
“That’s more that I can swallow.” TMI SARAH
“We are journalists sir”
Henri Le Feva! Sounds like a Latin music star.
“I counted 900 holes” God damn it this is the most perverted episode ever
“We are going to blow up the redcoats m’lady.”
“Soldiers understand war m’lady.”
“James get out of the tank!” “You’re not my wife!” “I am your wife, get out of the tank!” “I’m in a tank and you’re not!”
Henri is more honest than James. It’s so wrong he’s keeping that info from her.
It’s time.
OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
GIVE US BLACK DICK AND WE FEAR NOTHING
That’s a nice ship. Be a shame if someone set it on fire.
This soldier looks like he’s in fucking preschool
“We were phishing sir”
“Is there anyone the boss doesn’t know!?”
Phishing for facts
Well James you fucked up
Make friends with the press
Imagine Sarah stood up on the boat during her outburst and they all fell in the water
Time to dramatically sulk in my colonial dress.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Uhhh gaslight much!?
She looks like she’s watching a battle from a castle in 11th century England.
Gonna poke some holes in your ship nbd
When you have a hard time controlling your character in the underwater levels.
Sarah how are you so compassionate like that after what they did.
“Nothing would change my loyalty to my friends.” That could be romantic if it pertained to just James.
The First Fourth of July
Ah yes, the origin story of why these apes called Americans are so obsessed with blowing shit up.
I need more posters for this show
Hessians are here
Imagine if England did win though
George why so sexy
Oh fuck the Brits invited Germany!?
Why is James alone with George Washington
Henri you dumbass
The Hessians are here ✨
Henri like a lil papillon barking
DR FRANKLIN DR FRANKLIN DR FRANKLIN
“I shan’t let you out of my sight!” Sarah to James and then later their children
Looking into a congress meeting will never be this easy again.
“I’m a journalist” “Yay for you”
Words have great power, especially if your girl wants you to propose properly.
Larry Daley was Thomas Jefferson before Night of the Museum.
NATM: Revolution Edition
Sarah you cunning beast
“Especially when defying a king.” Damn.
ORDA
James he’s a man of God, we’re stopping.
Sarah’s definitely a church girl but thankfully not an annoying church girl.
James go to Delaware so we can get this guy to vote
Bro don’t fall off your horse please
Get this man some oxygen
It’s only July 2nd
Johns got this 4th of July shit figured out
And now it’s July 9th
InDePeNdEnCe!
These men going apeshit now
They raving. Got that crab rave energy.
#libertys kids#sarah phillips#liberty's kids#american history#james hiller#henri lefebvre#moses#thomas jefferson#john adams#george washington#ben franklin
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@alnaperera tagged me for Find the Word tag!
My words are: throw, major, month, and pitch.
I'm tagging @bellascarousel and @akiwitch and @aziz-reads! Your words are hunter, danger, kill and soft.
Throw (Stitches and Memories)
Far down the way, next to one of these tree-walls, two men in dark cuirasses stood along the verge. As the trio marched towards them, they spread out across the road. Antea offered them a smile and kept walking, but the hair on her neck rose. That armor looked very familiar. But surely she was wrong. They couldn't be attacked a third day in a row, a stone's throw from a soldiers' post, and why would bandits all wear the same outfit, anyway? Criminals didn't have a uniform.
Major (As Immortality Fades)
Eventually, the men stopped patting me with their cloaks, and one of them, a blond man with blue eyes, said, "Your Majesty? Are you all right?"
I stayed balanced on their knees because there was nowhere else to go. Dagmod and Eysta were shouting from the edge of the crowd. I took stock of myself. My mantle was nothing but hot char, and my hair was a foot shorter. My back was in agony, so the burn couldn't be that deep. I had seen a man burned once so badly that his skin turned white and black, and he had confided to me that he felt no pain at all anymore. And then he had died. I said, "I'll live. Thank you for coming to my aid."
The men flushed, seeming to become aware of my position in their arms. They let go of me, and the whole crowd scrunched together until there was just enough room for me to sit on my knees, although I still brushed against the men on either side. The man who had spoken said, "Your Majesty, it was our duty as your subjects to aid you. We didn't mean to push you into the fire. If we had known what that Valteifur meant to do, none of us would have stood so close."
"What did he do?" I asked, for I could not make sense of their sudden appearance. They were a strange bunch. Oh, their faces could belong to any of my subjects, bearing a mix of skin and eye and hair colors that came from Kathild being a major center of trade. They were a mixture of ages, from young to old, nothing special there. But their clothes looked decades, even centuries, out of fashion. Some of them wore light shirts and dresses better fitted to spring and summer. A few even stood clothed in a sheet alone. The men and women in spring clothes wrapped their arms around themselves and shivered against the wind. The ones dressed in sheets looked about to turn blue.
The men that had helped me exchanged glances. The second, whose hair was almost as red as Indrig's, said, "Your Majesty, he brought us back."
Month (The Halfway Revenant)
“What are you going to pay me?” the junkman asked, bumping against her table. “You want that one. Don’t you?”
She scooted her stool back. “I’ll give you a page of facts. No more, no less.” He wouldn’t remember them, not high on sooz. If he was lucky, he could read.
“Good facts?”
“Enough to buy a whole month of meals.” Or a few servings of sooz.
Pitch (Stitches and Memories)
Antea surprised herself with a laugh. "I can't believe that one of the favored can't get work."
Jedan rolled his eyes. "All right, I can, but the jobs are all excessively holy. I'm not just a collection of miraculous powers and I won't put up with being treated like one."
She rested her chin in her hand. "Why not? Sounds like fun. Show me a miracle."
He sighed nobly, but his lips twitched upward into a faint smile.
"You need to work on your martyred look," she told him.
"Martyr is one of those jobs I'm not applying for," he said with a wave of his hand. "The pay is terrible anyway."
"No, seriously, what can you do?" People revered the favored because they were the chosen of the gods and guided directly by their hands. But the favored were also held in awe because of the divine powers the gods granted them. Jedan probably had at least half a dozen magical abilities. And unlike a mage, he wouldn't need thirty years of study to learn how to use them.
"Track people if I have part of their body or something they've made. That's one."
Gods, the constables would love to have someone who could do that in their pocket. No wonder they'd tried to recruit him. His powers aroused her curiosity, but what did she have to give him? She owned hardly anything, so she handed him the dragon book and leaned towards him, propping her elbows on the table. "Can you tell where the writer of this is?"
He laughed and waggled it at her. "No. That and the age of the thing answer your question, though. In a grave."
She took it back and smoothed her hand across the battered leather cover. "It doesn't work if they're dead?"
Jedan nodded.
She had one more possession beside her blanket, dress and book. Antea's lip bled a drop of copper onto her tongue when she bit down on it. Dare she give him her father's note? Could she stand to know whether or not her father was dead? She wanted to hide in the bedroom Fenka had promised her, where the promise of answers wouldn't haunt her. Instead she reached a hand slowly into her haversack. "Would you do another one for me?"
"Sure, I love being a party trick."
She freed the letter and held it out to him. Words failed her, and her throat tightened until it hurt.
She didn't know how she looked, but his smile vanished and he sat up straight, his gaze fixed on hers. He took the paper from her fingertips. When he held it in front of his eyes for a long moment, his pupils widened, pitch-black against gold.
"The trail starts that way," he said, pointing south-west.
Nausea hit her like a club to the stomach. "The writer's alive?"
"The writer's alive."
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FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 26: Last
Last, as in both 'to endure' and 'final'. Old man yaoi continues and possibly concludes? I might fill in more later when I go back to make this a properly edited fic.
Time and historical peace treaties waited for no man.
They did not make it back to Wineport for the tasting, or Costa del Sol for the firedancers, and in fact did not make it back to Costa del Sol at all that week. Carvallain pulled some strings to have their bags shipped over from the resort, bought them proper clothes so they didn't stick out 'like delicate pansies in an armory', and stuffed them both into an inn at Aleport while he went back to his meetings with the Sahagin in Skull Valley.
Aleport wasn't the most backwater scummy of backwater scum La Noscea had to offer, but that was only because La Noscea set the 'scum' bar very high. The money in their pockets (reclaimed from the pockets of the Sharks' Teeth) that they would have spent on fine wines while they surveyed the view from atop the vinyards now went to battered cod, fried potatoes, and disappointing beer at a pub just off the harbor. Everything, including the beer, smelled faintly of salt and fish, but it seemed better than trusting the water.
Edmont had never put a meal away faster in his life.
Dressed in rough lace up shirts and linen trousers, the only thing marking the two men as different from the rest of the patrons was the intricate metal of Edmont's cane and the fact that they weren't loudly chanting the words of an increasingly filthy melody.
Lay down your burdens, son
Come drain a pint with me
We'll have a grand ol' time
Find ye a lass or three
"Take it from me, three lasses is at least one two many. Possibly two," Edmont muttered into Charlemend's ear. Edmont could sense the tension orbiting his friend, the way he kept flicking glances towards the inn door as if watching for Carvallain to walk back through it. Twenty years wasted, and he could see why his friend was so nervous about wasting a drop more.
"I suppose you'd know, but I could maybe settle for two," Charlemend replied, leaning against Edmont's shoulder. In the dark back of the bar, nobody noticed the way their wind-chapped thin fingers folded over each other under the table. Edmont's cane, reclaimed
"I'd settle for this." Edmont's hand patted Charlemend's thigh, making the other man laugh.
"You calling me a lass? I don't exactly fill this shirt out."
"I'm calling you 'enough'."
"Can't tell if that's extremely romantic or a backhanded insult."
"Do you want to get out of here or not?"
By Ishgardian standards the evening chill was pleasantly refreshing as they walked alongside the harbor. It was hard to fully relaxed, surrounded as they were by rough spoken strangers. Part of Edmont's mind kept frantically bracing for the next attack - a knife to the throat, a club to the head, rough demands made in his ear for his money or his life.
Part of him also wished the evening would stretch out further, and leave just the two of them alone and anonymous before the vast reaches of the ocean, wide and dark enough to drown all else.
"I asked to stay with him, you know," Charlemend said, completely unbidden. "I could let my steward take over running the household, and then in a few years my nephew will be of age to hold the reins himself."
"You want to run away to sea and be a pirate?"
"It's a family tradition now, isn't it?"
"What did he say?"
"Said I was being silly, and besides it'd ruin his business deals with us if I just up and left." Charlemend looked chastened, eyes wandering down the coastline to the seawall dividing Limsa's lands from those claimed by the Sahagin. Distant pinpricks of light burned at the forts there, flickering as Maelstrom soldiers passed before them.
"I rather think, if you were stuck on a ship together for months on end, you'd drive each other mad," Edmont pointed out. "And you don't know anything about sailing."
"I know, I know. It was an impulse, after all, and I'd hardly be of much use to him. Still, the way he spoke of it I can't help but see the appeal. Traveling to far off lands, living only by your wits and the strength of your arms, all that. He's not had an easy life but one can't say he's not lived. And I wanted to make up for the time we'd lost."
"I think…I think your best chance might be to give him his space. Let him see you won't rush in and smother him at the first opportunity he gives you."
Charlemend grumbled, kicking a stray pebble into the water. "But what if I want to smother him?" he muttered. "Just a little bit. He's still my son, after all."
"I could find something to smother you with instead, perhaps. As a distraction."
"Edmont." Charlemend looked so scandalized in the dim harbor lamplight that Edmont wondered if he'd gone a little too far. He started in on an apology before Charlemend dragged him in for a hard kiss, fingers entwined in the laces of his shirt.
Right there on the quay, in front of the sailors and dockworkers and Llymlaen herself, until a Lalafell fishing off the pier coughed politely and made a gesture for them to move along.
Edmont flushed. "I thought you might be not in the–it's been quite the day, after all–"
"A day where I thought I'd lose you? Here, I think there's some stairs down…"
They found a small alcove, just above where the water lapped at the stonework, shadowed by a scaffolding that hid it from the sight of anyone further ashore. Neither man suggested going back to the inn room, not when their blood was pounding in their ears, when the sound of crashing waves encouraged their hands to linger.
Edmont didn't think twice until his attempt to get up under Charlemend's shirt met with a flinch and a reflexive recoiling.
"Are you all right?" Edmont asked, immediately trying to search him for some overlooked injury.
And now Charlemend's eartips were reddening, nervously grinning like a schoolboy caught in mischief. "Well, you saw all the marks Carvallain had, and I was asking after them, and I thought…another fool impulse, but he learned to do them when he was enlisted, and said he'd fill in the rest later…"
His fingers were nervously undoing the laces of his shirt, pulling the loose fabric down to expose the area just below his collarbone on the right side.
"You cannot tell Barendouin."
Freshly inked into his peach-colored was the dark, crude outline of a squid, its tentacles reaching in thin lines toward his heart.
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TODAY'S LESSONS ON GENDER
(1) "Gender Neutral", including bathrooms, isn't new or political. See section "Gender Neutral Bathrooms".
(2) "Binary Gender" doesn't exist. It never has. See section "Human Gender".
(3) Transgender and non-binary are not the same thing. Learn more here - https://yourdandi.co.uk/myth-busting-non-binary/
You are free to comment whatever you like. However, using words like 'woke' or 'liberalism' reveal you want attention/reaction (you're a jerk), and don't care about accuracy (too lazy to learn anything).
GENDER NEUTRAL BATHROOMS
These types of bathrooms have always existed. Beyond decades old. Example is when I was in the Air Force in 1990. The privacy was only about chest and down. I could turn my head and start talking to a male colleague while we were both on the 'pot'. We also shared tents. None of this is an abnormal thing. Nor is any of it 'sexy'. Another example is when they deployed soldiers for Desert Storm and were initially setting up camps in the desert. Types of gender neutral bathrooms: (1) Nearly no privacy, like the one I used in 1990. (2) It's a private bathroom where the door can lock. (3) It's a bathroom of typical male design in that it has both stalls and urinals. Both genders can use it at the same time. Even companies have done this as it makes sense. Cost is just one reason. Because some conservatives allow themselves to get triggered by hearing anything 'gender neutral', many places changed the door sign to 'family bathroom'. Two examples of why they are needed: (1) A father trying to figure out how best to take his 3 year old to the bathroom at a baseball game. Design 2, now more commonly known as a family bathroom, is what they need. (2) Large venues would benefit from having bathrooms with design three. Physically, women need to sit down to pee while men can stand. Men's bathrooms often have just as many stalls as the woman's, but then also urinals. I can tell you from years of experience that women's bathrooms at these places almost always have longer lines. So, am I whining? Well, remember this when you (men) are at a concert with your daughter or significant other, she needs to go but wants you to go with her for safety (especially with your daughter), and you two are standing in line for 30 minutes for her to be able to go, and you both are missing a fantastic portion of the concert. And the list goes on.
HUMAN GENDER
For those of us who didn't sleep through the required biology class in high school, you probably learned the term hermaphrodite. This term is still used but excludes mammals and birds. For humans, one of the terms is intersex. We can be born with both female and male genitalia. Or it doesn't becomes outwardly clear until later on in childhood. Some of the sex differentiation disorder terms are Ambiguous genitalia, Congenital adrenal hyperplasia, Gonadal dysgenesis, and DSD.
HERMAPHRODITISM - The condition of having both male and female reproductive organs. Found in the animals (ex. starfish) and other life (ex. most flowering plants). If we don't include the insects, about 33% of all animal species are hermaphroditic creatures. All mammals, including humans, and all birds, fall into the 77% that are not.
INTERSEX - When a creature isn't born as specifically male or female. This includes combinations between inside the body (features of both genders or neither) and what is visible externally. It may be apparent upon the birth or not until later in childhood. Older term that is no longer technically correct but still used is ambiguous genitalia.
Still have doubts? Or maybe curious to learn more? Enjoy going down the rabbit hole with these links.
Non-Binary - https://yourdandi.co.uk/myth-busting-non-binary/
Hermaphrodite - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermaphrodite
Intersex - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intersex
Intersex Definitions - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Definitions_of_intersex
Atypical Genitalia - https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22470-atypical-genitalia-formerly-known-as-ambiguous-genitalia
Ambiguous Genitalia - https://healthjade.com/ambiguous-genitalia/
Sexual Anomalies - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_anomalies
Disorders of Sex Development - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disorders_of_sex_development
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