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vibratingskull · 7 months

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Fake dating part 2

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I took @al-astakbar‘s idea and run with it.

Resume : Alone on an strange planet with a little chiss girl you walk desesperatly trying to reach coordinates given by a beacon. Here you are saved by Grand Admiral Thrawn’s crew and he proposes you an incongruous solution to your problem...

You silently follow the Grand Admiral through the numerous corridors of his ship, it’s enough for you to lose your way you worry. There are so many paths and doors, it hurts your brain. You do your best to follow his long strides on the cold metal floor without shoes. You cross paths with some officers, they all stop on their track to salute their superior and then you feel their curious gaze on you, wondering who you might be and why you’re here, you quickly avert their gaze and lower your head in their presence, careful not to anger anyone. Apparently they are not used to seeing their Grand Admiral followed by someone with a slave collar, that thought is somewhat reassuring. You look at the back of the head of the man holding your life in his hands, detailing his height and imposing measurements. The tight fabric of his uniform does not hide his muscles and Makers know you want nothing to do with them. Those are his assets to kill… You shudder at this thought.

“Here we are.” He softly announces.

He engages himself in a corridor with a large bay window giving on to an operation room, and on the table is…

“Moarorou!” You shout, pressing yourself against the window.

“She is in good hands.” He simply says “I trust them to save her.”

Asleep and perfused, the little girl seems at peace while the droids operate her. You wish you could hold her hand.

“I want to be with her.” You ask, turning towards him.

“Out of the question, it is a sterilized room.” He flat out refuses, “You will see her once they are done.”

You lower your gaze and turn back to the little girl. Poor sweetheart… You feel a burning gaze on you and you don’t dare meet it.

“We should head towards the second room, you need treatment too.”

You do? You’re so used to being beaten and bruised by now… But it is true, you have scars all over your arms and legs and a burnt wound on your flank.

You obediently follow him to a room where a droid greets you and guides you to an infirmary bed. As the Grand Admiral leaves to give you some intimacy, it proceeds to do a complete check up, from weighing you to blood test and mandatory vaccines after dressing your wounds. You mechanically obey the machine, too used to receiving orders, it would have asked you to shake hands like a dog you would have without asking any questions, this is how deep it is ingrained in you…

“Here.” says Grand Admiral Thrawn right behind you.

You jump out of your skin. When did he come back?

He hands you a pair of boots exactly your size. You take them, unsure. You didn’t have the right to own shoes as a slave, you forgot how it feels. You pass them on after thanking him. It feels like a second skin. Strangely you feel more confident with them. You thank him again.

“Do not mention it, I cannot have anyone walking bare feet in my ISD. Now, do not move.” He slides behind you and you feel him manipulating your shock collar.

He must check your number to verify their registers. You refrain from sighing, an imperial remains an imperial, whatever happens.

You hear a click.

And your collar falls on your lap. You look at it, dumbfounded.

“Sir?”

You thought he would have waited for your response and sold you back on the black market if you refused his offer…

“You thought I would not get rid of it?” he asks, seeing your confused expression.

“Well… no, not before I gave you my answer at least…” you explain.

“You brought me back a valuable person. Consider it the payment of my debt to you.”

You massage your throat, touching it for the first time in years.

“You… you have the right to free someone?” you ask with a small voice.

“I am a Grand Admiral, little is forbidden to me.”

You accept his answer as a fact and don’t press the matter. You mask it but hope is flourishing in your stomach, after so many years… finally!

Karyn Faro enters the infirmary, saluting the Grand Admiral.

“Sir! You asked for me.” She asks in a strong and clear voice.

“Yes, I want you to guide our guest to her new quarters, I will go back to the bridge.” He orders

She nods and signifies to follow her and quicker than that. You hop on your feet and follow her in another maze of corridors, but you start to recognize the patterns, you’re less lost this time.

“There it is.” She opens a large door with a card that she hands you “Do not loose it.”

You enter the room, or rather the suite and stop, turning back to her.

“Are you sure this is the good room?” You wonder.

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

Well it's… Big. You’re standing in a small living room with sofa and kitchenette, giving on a large bedroom and a privatized bathroom. You’re more used to the cell shared with several other slaves.

“No, it’s… it’s perfect. Thank you.” You bow to her.

She simply nods and goes back to her duty.

You walk into the living room, timidly, afraid to take too much space, to make too much noise, even though you’re alone. You find a remote on a table and press the buttons, curious. A part of the wall opens for a TV screen to appear, you press another one and music starts. Another one pushes a bar off the wall. Okay that’s too much. You tidy, close back the walls and cut the music, put the remote where you found it, like you never touch it and go see the bedroom. It is a large room with a double bed, a wardrobe, a big mirror and a bay window giving on space. The wardrobe is full you notice, with a safe hidden as a drawer. The bathroom is white and clean, with a bath and clean towels, you touch them, they are soft and fluffy. everything for maintaining basic hygiene is here. You can’t resist the urge to brush your teeth when you see the new toothbrush waiting for you. It feels so good and fresh! What a delicious sensation!

Returning to the bedroom you notice a datapad on the bedside table. You take it and turn it on. You’re curious of that Grand Admiral Thrawn. You search the holonet about him, finding different biographies and videos of him at different ceremonies. An article of the Universal Encyclopedy informs you of his greatest victories and gives you a resume of his life, or at least his life since he appeared in the Empire. What you suspected was right, him and Moarorou aren’t from the Empire, but are from the Unknown Region. He accepted to answer interviews of journalists of the regime but consistently refused to answer anything about his life previous to the Empire. So you got an incomplete portrayal of the man.

You don’t know much about military things, but his record seems impressive, victory after victory, promotion after promotion, from one medal to the other he seems to supplant any adversaries. Except on the political field. It appears each and everyone of his victories came with a political scandal.

But he manages to get out of it everytime.

You reopen your eyes when you hear knocks on the door. You must have drifted to sleep without realizing it. You open the door to Faro, awaiting for you.

“The Grand Admiral awaits you for dinner.” She indicates with her strong voice.

You must have slept more than first anticipated, dinner already?

You nods hurriedly and close the door behind you. She looks at you up and down, clearly judging you but says nothing.

“This way, please.”

You walk in silence behind her but curiosity devours you.

“Is it in your prerogatives to take care of priso… of guests?” you dare ask.

“No.” That is all she answers.

“Oh… Then why you-”

“He orders and I obey, simple as that.” And like that, the conversation ends.

You don’t dare raise your voice anymore, and she’s not one to do small talk.

You reach a door with stormtroopers guarding it, she gives one of her cylinders-thing and they step to the side.

“Here.” She says, and left you here, alone with the guards.

The door open and you enter a large suite, rich with decors. The Grand Admiral is standing, hand clasped behind his back, observing something.

You don’t say a word, to not disturb him, fidgeting your fingers.

“Come closer.” He simply says, without even turning towards you.

You approach. He seems enthralled by some vase on a stand.

“What do you see?” he inquires

What? Is he asking you your opinion on how he decorates his chambers?

“A vase.” you answer neutrality.

Never give your opinion.

“And?”

You approach again, observing it more intently. It’s a terracotta of three complimentary colors, surely a wine carafe. It has fine details and some speck of gold sprinkled in the clay.

“Huh… Looks like a hutt jug.” You notice.

He slowly nod.

“Indeed. Can you see anything else?”

“That’s the kind of jug we find in their northern worlds, the south would have used metal. But outside of that…” You shrug, unknowingly.

“That is well.” He murmures. “Dinner is ready.” and he heads to the dressed table.

He pulls a chair and gallantly invites you to take it, as you approach he looks you up and down.

"You did not change clothes ?" He asks, puzzled.

You could ? You do not touch what your masters don't need.

"I thought the order was to come immediately." You explain

"You could have taken the time to put on more comfortable clothes than this hospital pajamas. I would not have held it against you, you are my guest."

Yes, you heard that.

You sit down and he pushes your chair forward, like he would have done to a high Lady. The table smells deliciously good, making your mouth water with different types of salads and vegetables, a main course with fuming meat, rice and lentils and a bottle of wine. He opens it and serves you first, then himself.

"Because I brought you someone important ?" You ask as he sits down.

"Yes."

"And if I did not ?"

"What do you mean ?" He inquires, cutting his meat.

"If you only found me, a slave alone in the forest, would I still be your guest ?"

He looks into your eyes with a stern expression

"Does it matter ?"

"Yes." You try to control the shivers in your voice "It matters to me."

He doesn't respond, letting silence take place.

"No. Probably not."

You sigh internally. You knew it. Under his gallant behavior and nice dispositions, he remains an Imperial. A slave trader.

"Those hypotheses do not matter." He says camly, taking a bite of his dish "The fact is you came together, and you took care of her. I cannot let this good deed go unreward-"

Your stomach growls suddenly, a deep hollow sound. Deeply embarrassing. You flush immediately.

"Why do you not eat ? Is it not to your taste ?"

"No !" You hurriedly says "I just… Waited for your permission to eat" You confess

He raises an eyebrow.

"This is an order you had to obey ?"

You nod.

"Those times are behind you." He designates the table filled to the brim, encouraging you.

You slowly serve yourself, a little of each, not too much and start eating delicately using table manners you've seen your masters use.

He looks at you intently, like he would observe an animal behind bars.

Your stomach growls again but you don't press yourself.

"There is nobody to impress here, eat as you please." He says casually.

You look at him to see if he's serious.

Then you dive on the meat, with your hands you bite into it hungrily, tearing it apart, getting back from years of malnutrition.

Maker this is so good ! It has been years since you had meat. You gulp it down feverishly, licking the sauce off your fingers, growling with satisfaction.

He looks at you, caressing his chin.

You stop.

"Too much ?" You ask embarrassed, sauce dripping from your chin

"Everything is well." He shakes his head. "Like I said, those times are behind you. Let's focus on the future."

You listen, munching down your meat with lentils.

"About this offer I made, you might want to know what it entails."

You nod, mouth full.

"You would hold the role of the wife of a Grand Admiral, it comes with some… Obligations. You will need to escort me to galas, ceremonies, spending time with high ranked rich people and pretend you are from the same world. Adopt their codes and customs, abide by their rules. Everywhere you will go you will represent me and all I stand for, your failures will be mine. We will make you a proper high standing lady and need to get your education right as Moarorou's, we will train her and care for her like true parents. There will be a lot of stress and pressure."

"Until we sent her back ?"

"Indeed." He nods

"And after ?"

"After you will be free, you could live your life as you want."

"And if I refuse ?"

"Then we will disembark you from the ship on a nearby planet with some money and your new life will start that day."

You slowly nod, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"And Moarorou ?"

"She will need to remain hidden on the Chimaera, alone in a cabin with only droids or complete strangers she can't communicate with to care for her. It would be an oppressive and uncaring environment for a child her age. If you accept, she will get to have two parental figures and a proper education you would take part into, you could use my apartment on Coruscant and offer her, and yourself a better lifestyle."

"For a time…"

"For a time" He concedes

"Why not simply send her to Coruscant ?"

"I cannot send her alone in this black vipers nest."

"Why? You speak of her so highly, is she some kind of Royalty in your world ?"

He smiles enigmatically

"She is so much more valuable than Royalty."

It doesn't advance you. He rises from his seat.

"Sleep, and tell me your answer tomorrow. The choice is yours."

You follow him to the door, hiding a burp behind your hand. You eat too much.

"You said I could see her!" if he thought you would forget that…

"Once she wakes up from the operation, you will be free to see her."

He politely escorts you back to your room. You don’t say a thing but you you’re tremendously disappointed, you hoped to Moarorou right after dinner.

“Is there something wrong?” He suddenly asks, stopping in his track.

“No… No.” you lie.

You castigate yourself. ‘Hide what you think, hide what you feel. Do not let them see.’

He shrugs and continues.

"I wish you good night." He greets you and disappears.

You spend the night tossing and turning in those fresh clean sheets. Questions assault your mind, and memory of the crash alike.

What to do ? What to do ?

Remaining with him could give you protection against your masters, but remaining with an Imperial ?

Could you do it? Close your eyes on all the atrocities he will commit ?

But you can't leave Moarorou alone with him. She trusts you. You can't abandon her…

You sigh.

In the morning you pass on decent attire. You wince, there are only dresses. You take the most concealing one and walk directly to the Grand Admiral's office. It seems like he's at work for several hours already.

You inhale deeply, gathering your courage.

"I accept"

@thrawnspetgoose

#thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo

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lyramundana · 7 months

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imagine minho and jisung during the years as 'friends' in skz, but the truth is that they were secretly a couple, they kiss. they fuck. it's normal, a couple thing, but then one day the company finds out. they needed to stop, asap.

why? well south korea sucks, and the homophobia it's pretty normalised. they decide to stay friends, for the group, for the imagine.

Jisung one day was out, he met a stay, a cute stay. they talked for hours, jisung felt his heart full again, but then when he went back home, he saw minho in his room, leaning on his bed with a jisung's shirt on because he wanted to pass one night with jisung, 'nothing weird' minho says in the texts. jisung just stayed beside Minho the whole night.

the months passed, and jisung stayed in contact with that stay, they started to be in a relationship and jisung decide that it's the right moment to present her to the other members, he present her as 'his girlfriend'. minho feels his body hurt for jealousy. he starts to hate the stay. he wants jisung just for him and him only, but jisung seems so happy.. so happy with the girl beside him.

and that's true, jisung really feel the love for the stay, but why he feels that something is missing? his minho it's missing, jisung miss the guy that was beside him since the start of everything.

one night minho is that drunk, trying to forget about the scene of Jisung and the stay kissing in front of the members and him, trying to forget the taste of jisung's lips against him. but it's so hard. so hard to keep it together that he decide to go and visit jisung, without knowing that the stay it's there too.

what you think would happen? jisung and the stay keep fucking? minho join? jisung makes minho watch to punish him for not talking? rough and jealous sex? 👀

Ohhh you love angsty drama, don't you? Fine by me, dear~

Stay! Reader isn't blind. Being part of the fandom first she was always aware of the insane chemistry between Jisung and Minho, in fact she was a huge supporter of their ship. She also noticed the sudden distance they had one day and felt something terrible wrong.

Her meeting with Han wasn't exactly the what she dreamed with. She found him in a bar, drinking and mopping, alone in a corner. It was a shock no one was around him, not even bodyguards or someone to check him. Isn't he an important figure? Shouldn't he be accompanied when he goes to these places? And what got him into this state?

She sat with him and listened to him. Had he been sober he wouldn't have said anything, but he was at his worst and desesperatly needed someone. That's how she found out what happened and let me tell you, she was horrified. At the boys' pain, at the company's cruelty, at the whole country for forcing them into this. She spent the whole night by his side, comforting him the best she could, and that's how their relationship started. Not the best start, surely, but it only got better from there.

Jisung isn't someone to open his heart just to anyone, but the girl sat with him without asking for anything and helped him out discreetly. She was a Stay, and surprisingly enough, that only made him feel more at easy with her presence. She must really love him unconditionally if she didn't think less of him after catching him in such a deplorable state. That was impressive...and soothing.

He wanted to see her again, and she was worried for him with the terrible situation, so they agreed to meet often just to talk. She got to meet the human side of her bias, the real Han Jisung. He found a reliable friend in her and a shoulder to cry on shamelessly. It felt good to vent with someone that wasn't one of the members. He needed an space outside that circus, and Stay! Reader provided him that.

She became what he needed the most in that time. And of course, the closer they got, their feelings started to change. She healed his soul, but she couldn't erase his love for Minho...not like she wanted to.

You see? Stay! Reader knows Jisung loves her sincerely, but she also knows he still loves Minho with the same intensity. She's not sad or jealous about it, quite the opposite, she's resolved to push her the boys back together. It's what they deserve, JYP's crusty ass be damned. And so she begins to form a plan. She asks Jisung about his real feelings, throws hints about how she wouldn't mind an open relationship, purposedly creates situations where he and Minho are left alone, etc. She's truly playing matchmaker here.

She wasn't expecting Minho to appear in that specific moment, with her clothes discarder and Jisung between her legs, but it was also the best time to pull her final move. So, to answer your questions:

jisung and the stay keep fucking? Absolutely. Boy is far too gone to stop. He knows someone is watching them, but hasn't realized who is it yet and his mind is too busy focusing in chasing his orgasm to turn his head. When he cums, is when Stay! Reader finally makes him look and let me tell you, among the mess of feelings he's experiencing now, shame is not one of them.

minho join? Yep, but he doesn't take the first step. Stay! Reader motions him to get closer and he follows with trembling legs, body on fire, like he's under a spell. She grabs his hand softly and persuades him into joining them, letting go of the pent up desire and passion he's been repressing.

"It must have been so hard, right? Forget about it. You're here now, and Sungie is here too. You don't have to hide anymore"

jisung makes minho watch to punish him for not talking? He punishes him for it, yes, but not by watching. He rails Minho into the bed after ripping his clothes, still high off his last climax and cock still hard. It's Stay! Reader that watches them going at it, touching herself at the living fantasy.

rough and jealous sex? You bet, darling. It's going to be messy and rough.

Good thing is that they reach a somewhat peace truce in the end. Minho discovers a few things about himself, like he never actually hated Stay! Reader. Turns out he developed a crush on her too and didn't know how to cope with that fact plus his already existing feelings for Jisung. But now it's resolved, don't worry.

They still have a lot to talk about, but that can wait until they're done exhausting each other, right?

Tagging my lovelies @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @moonlightndaydreams @queenmea604 @roseykat @skzms @thightswideforhanin @noellllslut because I feel they might be interested in this take.

#moot asks #mutual asks #poly minsung #minsung #han jisung x reader #han jisung x lee know #lee know x reader

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witcherscreenshotsdump · 2 years

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mod project progress! ✔️-> finished ⭐-> progress has been made ⭕ -> on hold

@ningnomaningnong oh a list ! yeah that could be a good idea to list out all my projects,( for me too, so i don’t get lost in the mountain of projects i have :’D )

the one i’m working on right now is the alternate outfit for Syanna inspired by Anna Valerious’ outfits ✔️

i’m also working on a new hairstyle for my Angoulême model, it’s well on it’s way but i’m not satisfied with the headband ✔️

hairstyles for Ciri:

short cropped ‘mistle’ styled

ashen messy hair

the long ‘ alypre’ hair model ✔️

the ‘jinx’ hairstyle

the braided ponytail

the child ciri ‘actually look like herself ‘ face model ⭐

the witcher 2 faces for both Ves and Triss

the poet shirt for Jaskier

the Eva green face model for Yen

the rework of the lore friendly Blue dress for Triss

the long hairstyle for Eskel ( i have another version ready for game import but i have to actually do it ) ⭐

the Regis dressed down mod ⭐, i also want to make him alternate outfits, something closer to the books ( love the idea of him with an apron ) but maybe something very fancy too idk yet, maybe i’ll do both

then i have the Yennefer lore friendly wardrobe ones :

Maribor torso ( started, currently in WIP folder )

Wyzima torso ✔️

some witcher armors for Ciri :

Cat ( started, currently in WIP folder )

Manticore ✔️

Viper ⭐( started, currently in WIP folder )

Griffin ⭐( started, currently in WIP folder )

i’m thinking about doing a Skellige style mod for both Yennefer and Triss too, but it’s not started yet ( beside the early draft of an hairstyle for yen )

i may do a Nilfgaard style too for Ciri and triss, Yen not sure yet

i would LOVE to do the ‘hexer’ actors like I did the netflix ones :

Michał Żebrowski’s Geralt face is started and it looks cool in blender but i’m dreading the game import :’)

Grażyna Wolszczak’s Yennefer is also started but i’m going to redo it all over because she looked AWFUL in game, that poor woman

Zbigniew Zamachowski’s Jaskier isn’t started yet but i’m looking forward to it

⭕ for the netflix crowd i still have the netflix triss mod to update with the new dress and hair option, also would like to redclothify the blue dressthen the other characters models i had planned but never had the strenght to start lmao: netflix dijkstra, philippa maybe ciri and jaskier complete with outfits and hair ( maybe an outfit and hairstyle for the yennfer mod too idk ) not gonna lie it’s not a priority for me ⭕

the Dicks out for temeria mod check this ask for the list ( minus Avallach who is already out ) ( Eredin’s model is started but i’ll need SBUI for further testing ) ⭐

an alternate outfit for Evelyn Gallo based on Evangeline season 2 outfit from wakfu ⭐ ( near finished )

lady echo model from wakfu season 4 ⭐ ( started )

the romance swaps like i did with Ves, Tomira is next and i’ve finished all the new assets ( fancy bun for parties, custom hood,naked body, party outfit ) all that is left to do is making the swaps ✔️

the Play As Iorveth mod that i desesperatly want but i have to actually work on it to have it :’) ( the mod is fuctional but needs a lot of polishing! V.0.2 is now in WIP folder ) ⭐

then the source mods, omg the source mods i want to make so many of them D’:

Cahir ⭐ ( re-re-re-re started from scratch AGAIN )

but there’s all the others:

Essi daven ⭐ ( not started, STARTED looking forward to do it because i never see her depicted like i imagined her so either i read the book wrong/have bad memory, or it is another ‘rhino’ experience or maybe i just imagined her slightly differently either way it could be fun )

Eithné ( started )

Lara dorren ⭐ ( near finished )

Cregennan of Lod

Neneke

Jarre ( started kinda, i have a face/hair initially for Cahir that would be better on him

Borch three jackdaw/téa/véa ( started, well i have a start of a tea or vea Hairstyle, that’s it lmao )

Vilgefortz

Tissaia de Vries

Mève of lyria ( based on thronebreaker ) ✔️

Gascon Brossard ⭐ issues with exporting a needed model ⭕

Reynard Odo ⭐

The rats and Ciri as Falka ( started, only mistle hair for now, also have an old falka hairstyle for ciri but it’s wonky )

some female dwarves ( started)

iorveth ( started )

✔️ also started making child Syanna and Annarietta models, maybe i will make more child characters it’s useless but fun ( started but can’t continue due to mesh exporting problems ) ✔️

i probably forgot some and it doesn’t count the new ideas i consistantly get 😂

#twsd.txt #the witcher 3 #the witcher mod #tw3mod #the witcher 3 mod #tw3 mod #Yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher #cirilla fiona elen riannon #Ciri of Cintra #Ciri #Cirilla #Triss #Triss merigold

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snarkylinda · 2 years

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Why do you hate JN30? I mean, I hate it too, but I wanted to hear your opinion, if it isn't too much of a bother.

Sure!

Oh JN30....My loathed.

Ok so, ALOT of shit regarding Ash's characterization had changed along the years to fit with the respective season (or just because the writers wanted to. Or the trend of the time like how he became dense when it came to love and shit) XY was more shonen-ish so Ash's action hero side was used more, SM was more slice-of-life/comedy so Ash's bubbly and bright personality (and bad luck- for the slapstick) was amplified (no to mention everyone around him had PSDT so- he needed to be the cheerleader) BW was a pseudo-reboot so Ash was........*sigh* I still liked him there. Occasionally. When he wasn't battling. He was nice.

But even with those changes, there is stuff that should NEVER be messed with (the reason why I hate SM98 too, but not to the degree of JN30 for something I'll add later on) Ash is brave and selfless. Ash is determined and competitive. Ash is naive and trusting to a fault. Ash understands his pokemon better that everyone.

...See the issue? Ok so Ash in this episode....didn't notice his best friend was feeling neglected (and this is stupid too but gimme a sec.) and had to be told by CHLOE of all people, COMPLETELY OFF-SCREEN, what he did.

....You know how I mentioned I hate SM98? I do. I truly do. It's even worse because on WHAT series it's placed. SM is my absolute comfort series as you might have noticed by this blog. And if there is something so nefast as this episode on it, I will destroy it. Torn it into shreds. Out of my sigh. But there is something funny about it....in this ep, there is a scene I really like. It's a little scene where Ash and Lillie have an heart-to-heart. I like it because Ash cheered up Lillie multiple times when she was going through shit and.....putting aside how STUPID the reason why she is cheering Ash up- it's an legit nice scene. Ash REMEMBERS how he is supposed to be characterized for a brief moment and admits he knows he is not entitled to Rotom's existence and she opens up about the remaining hard feelings she has for her mother as the two laugh and promise to be each other besties. It's really touching.

I just wish it was on A FUCKING BETTER EPISODE- but ok, I can watch it individually and burn the rest off. Sadly, I can't say the same for Ash's and Chloe's heart-to-heart because.... IT'S FUCKING OFF-SCREEN-

I have..... a big issue with JNs as a whole. Ash and Chloe's lack of....interactions. I wouldn't mind it so much if they didn't SAY the other was their friend because....lmao when? And as awful as this episode was, at least I could save that scene between them and watch it occasionally. Unlike with Ash and Lillie that their scene was a nice touch to their already established relationship, this is something Ash and Chloe DESESPERATLY needed and it was off-screened....hurray.

Also, Chloe had to lecture Ash about how his Pikachu felt...hurray....

I just love how even when it comes to awful episodes where Ash is completely OOC SM does it better

Now....Pikachu.

My god Pikachu, what the fuck did they yah my lil baby.

Now, just like I listed some core characteristics of Ash up there, I shall do the same for the lil yellow thing. Pikachu is *checks notes* responsible, happy-go-lucky, has a clear sense of justice, is very loyal to Ash.

There, there is the fucking issue. I am not gonna act like Pikachu had never been annoyed at Ash NOT using him at battle- he has:

But these are little scenes, not AN WHOLE EPISODE about Pikachu acting like a spoiled brat because Ash wants to train the newest member of his team (you know, the normal thing to do). He got over it. He knows Ash will use him another time.

But nah, up to Pallet Town we go.

Like take a MOMENT to settle in the fact that Pikachu traveled MILES without once realizing he is tied to Ash's hip and returning.

This Pikachu:

That Pikachu?

Also notice how I only used recent examples? (I mean...besides it being easier for me to get the screencaps agahga) Pokemon is a show that constantly shifts depending on what is trendy in the type of anime it is, so even if I DIDN'T like the episode I could say I lowkey understood-

But the screencaps happened literally less than two years before it, so what the fuck?

Even the "resolution" felt empty AF. Ash apologizing for him and Pikachu getting forcefully separated in SM80 for like 2 hours felt more genuine than that shit.

The only positive I have for it is Delia tbh, that little scene where she tells Pikachu that Ash used to go to her as she sang to him was the most adorable shit I had ever seen and, like the Lillie scene on the cursed rotom episode, I often revisit it as it's own stand-alone thing.

Anyways fuck this episode.

#linda complains #thank you anon I was feeling kind of shitty and wanted to lash out on something

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makahimetenshi · 2 months

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How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 17

Its been a while since Nora sleep in Arthurs quarters in the Citadel, sneaking an outsider in his quarters since she retired from the brotherhood would be severely punished even if he is an elder but right now it didn’t matter, and no one should get in the middle of their relationship, she was carrying the next Maxson offspring, he had more than Danse has right now, if he cant knock her up with all the chances he got is because he isn’t able

She was injured, her head hurt, the bandages had a lot of blood on them, and they even told him that she was in bad shape and needed to rest but right now both crave for the touch of the other, they needed to celebrate this, they now have a daughter together and couldn’t be more happy about it.

Nora was sitting on top of his legs, she will be riding today to control herself and manage her mood, if she didn’t feel well she can stop like that, also if something happened during this days he had the medical care close enough, it was a win win for everyone, it was a win win for the brotherhood that the woman who carries the Maxson offspring is close and secured, the more close everyone can put an eye on his baby and her wellbeing.

-Arya Maxson –whisper Arthur in the middle of a kiss making her lips tremble in nice vibrations while they were making out, her hands were disassembling and untying belts, buckles and zippers of his suit, goddammit with this brotherhood mens always using clothes so complicated- How long have you had that name in your head? –his hands were down the skirt, disassembling and adjusting the armor that was on her thighs- it sounds so planned and perfect –right now he wanted to tear off her clothes but he had to be gentle, he was even a little afraid to touch her arm and leg even.

She moaned and kiss him again, getting her tongue inside so deep that robbed him another moan, surprised he pressed her by the thighs against his chest and he could feel her 5 months belly, along with her new big boobs, they were slowly growing size. Nora had wide hips, a beautiful ass and rounded boobs, not stuffed but with a nice shape to the view actually, they were delicate and feminine, soft and pretty and now they were growing and filling and goddamit they were so rounded and big, everytime he see her and reasoned in his head that she was the mother of his children he wanted to grab and play with them no matter the ocattion, seeing her cleavage makes him eager the wait until bed time.

It was a good thing their baby was a girl, maybe he wouldn’t like the name she selected for a boy.

-I liked very much the surprise elder –she said before sucking on his tongue making him moan and everytime he moans in that exact tone makes her know he is ready, that he has grown a boner painful to keep bellow the suit.

Arthur finally found the claps to move the armors of her legs out and tossed them aside the bed, his hands desesperatly going up to the edges of her panties and move down her underwear to her knees, feeling the warm of her core so close to his hand…

-I cant wait for the next ultrasound –he said aroused and drunken in pleasure, grabbing her asscheeks making her jump in her place- I give you that baby –she laughed even tho she didn’t like the implications of his words, but she wouldn’t take him too seriously since he was so pent up, maybe punish him just a bit pressing and cutting the air of the belt on his neck slowly.

-You gave me some work too –she whispers in his lips making a cloud of air come from his mouth, he moaned and squeezed her thighs up to her asscheeks. Nora finally finished with the belts of his shoulders and necks and pull the suit down where she can, if this man was hers and only hers like it was her original idea he would be using more easy clothes that’s for sure.

-Gosh you are so hot right now –he couldn’t understand the uncultured folks who didn’t like a pregnant woman, how cant they? It has the perfect curves in all the necessary places and right now he can hide his face between her breast and it was so squishy and soft to rest. A hand came out from the skirt to start unbuttoning the back of her dress but he really wanted to tear it off from her. He understand that she has a balloon where he had to be careful right now but it was carrying his heir. It was so perfect.

-Arya –said Nora working on the belts of his waist closing her eyes a bit to difuse the pain on her forehead, trying to think in something else- its going to be a very rich girl

-Arya and her brothers and sisters –corrected Arthur moving up the fabric of the dress once he finished with the last button- there’s no way im not making you pregnant again.

A shiver went directly to her crotch and she could feel her own nipples getting hard in excitement.

-She will inherit a lot –Nora was cursing so much in the insides this man for dressing so complicated, she already wanted to be riding his cock so bad! -Your lastname –she started to whisper delicately in his ear, making him tremble in excitement- the Pittsburg forge, two operative vaults, the Tenpenny tower, my last cinema…

He laughed finally moving off the dress and helping her with the buckles and zippers of his own waist- the cinema is yours too? –Danse said she was always ambitious of more.

-The least I can win from Paradise Falls –once the waist of his suit was free Nora step on her knees to move it down along with his underwear, finally realeasing his boner hard as a rock

-What about the minutemen? -she pursed her lips with a bit of discontent, she didn't feel like expanding on that topic now.

-I don’t think they would just follow a lastname or a heritage –meh Arthur wasn’t in the mood to talk about that either.

-And a car too. Looks like I really won the big price –Arthur was dissembling the armor in her upper arms looking hypnotized at her boobs, gosh they looked gorgeous on top of her pregnant belly

-I can't complain either –both laughed and as soon her arms were free she move a hand down between their bodies to grab his cock and guide it to her entrance, as soon both hotness meet Arthur moved his head back, closing his eyes.

-Already so wet –he moaned outloud, Nora loved to hear him in his bliss.

-And always so hard and on point –she laughed enjoying going down on his length.

-How can I not? –his eyes noticed how her legs were bending to not make friction with the mattress or the sheets, it looked uncomfortable but she was the one taking the ride- if you need it we can do doggy or something else okay? –it would be nicer with her head actually

-But between the two of us you are the dog in heat –at hearing that he grunted and relaxed his back on the mattress, one of his hands slap her ass making her scream and smile.

-Ride me, bitch -like a command Nora started jumping on his cock, the view from bellow was magical, her rounded belly and her breast moving along her, it makes feel his head go hot and crazy!

Her hands buried in his hairy chest, fingers traveling in his pecs using them as strings to ride on his hard cock and she couldn’t enjoy it more, despite being injured in the head she moved so brute and harsh, crashing her ass against his tights everytime, moving up and down so good. She wants so much more than her own body can offer, he can see she was in pain in the head a bit but she wouldn’t stop.

He may feel a bit uncomfortable by that, because he didn’t want her in pain but it wasn’t about him, she was the one riding, she was the one pleasuring herself with his body, using him as a toy. The muscles in her legs were the burns were twitched in strange ways he was worried but Nora was ignoring all, she was too compenetrated jumping on his cock.

But the truth is he didn’t want her to stop at all either, she was so wet and hot, his head raised a bit to look were his cock disappeared and the fact that her belly was in the middle covering the view was such a pent up, gosh it looked amazing.

Her legs open more as her arms moved at her back leaving his chest, then she started to rise and push down her hips, crashing louder and wet, head turned back also, eyes closed.

-I want you to cum outside –he was a bit surprised about it but then hear her talk- I want to be coated in your seed

His imagination fly, where to? Her pretty face? Her big boobs? Her belly? Oh Nora was so hot, more than once he imagined her coated in his cum in wet dreams.

-You are tired –he said placing both hands on her knees- let me alright?

She nodded and throw herself in bed. Arthur quickly pick her ankles and moved her legs as he pleased, looking between her legs in all the angles he wished before hooking the hurt leg in his shoulder and she by her own the other on his hips. He find a pillow and slowly raised her head by the neck place it down there, the bleeding on the bandage was becoming a bit bigger than the last time he really put attention to it but once they orgasm he swears he is going to look at it. The hurt arm secured the pillow to not move and that’s when Arthur went inside again.

And both loved it, moaning loud, she loved having him inside and he loved how wet she was for him

He started to thrust, looking down to see her breast and belly pressed between her arms and oh the way it moved with his cock was so good. His pregnant bitch was so pretty.

There was a big heat growing in his chest, her insides were pushing him, squeezing his cock so good, he was close to cum that’s for sure and he knew exactly were he wanted it. The volume of her voice was slowly turning higher, she was close too, and her face of pleasure was driving him nuts.

-Arthur! –she called while he keep thrusting faster and deeper.

-Im sorry –he said ashamed with his face burning red- I cant control it –it was too much, he had fucked her with this body before, in this same week even but after seeing their child together all became too much, he was so excited like he has never been with her- im cumming! –he wanted it so bad, looking at her put him in the edge

Nora gasped and open more her legs but Arthur pick his cock by the base and pulled out, cuming all over her cunt, clit, entrance, lips and legs getting full of hot white strings. She quickly stand in her arms and back and with her other hand started fingering herself, getting all that cum inside again, making that white liquid spurt and move down her entrance between her fingers, spreading it between her clit as she pleased herself more. Arthur saw that and his head burned in fire, quickly capturing her mouth with his lips, devouring her as she keep moaning in his mouth.

Her screams became louder and that put him at the edge again, unable to control himself cuming again, shooting in her belly some more drops of cum, groaning and making their mouths vibrate.

Nora couldn’t go further and when her climax strike her, her head turned back, as the man in a savage impulse bite on her neck since he couldn’t have her lips, the theets and the wet of his mouth felt so good at her hot skin that she scream again, feeling as her orgasm flowed in all her body, making her legs and arms twitch, hands moving out desesperatly because she cant handle anything more there.

When Arthur became aware of the rhythm of her breathing his arms surrounded her shoulders and hug her, a hand slowly posed were the bandage was and were a wet feeling and a metal smell fill his nose he decided it was time to stop, for a bit, relax.

For what he can see she was satisfied for now, blissed with a good orgasm, both were.

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

#elder maxson #arthur maxson #sole survivor #makahimefanfic #fallout 4

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cerisia76 · 3 years

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The Bisexual Girls of Barbie Universe

/this theory definitly miss some girls who also are fitting this color so... I'll maybe do a part two one day/

What is fully interesting with the three "color confirmed" bisexuals from Barbie is the difference between whom they're in love with and who they are crushing on and how the difference is obvious on their dynamics!

Let me explain:

Nori from Mermaidia: She was in love with Nalu but had a crush on Elina. You can see this because we saw all the movie how her feelings for Elina changed and how she found her beautiful and even risked her life for her. BUT she knew Elina's place was with the fairies and she wanted her to go there. And it wasn't that difficult to let her go because there was her love for Nalu. Don't get me started on how much I love them. I know it's really unpopular BUT I'm fucking loving this pairing. (They have the Dominick/Erika vibe if you think about it)

Alexa from Diamond Castle: She was desesperatly in love with Liana. But she had a really small crush on Ian. It was almost nothing but her dynamic with him was really more flirty than Jeremy and Liana's (because Liana is lesbian). And as Nori with Elina, she had no problem on going without him because it was a "crush sans lendemain" something just for a day. She just liked him and flirted a little bit but her real love was Liana and she knew it. The whole movie was gay and even Ian and Jeremy knew this (bestest barbie boys)

(Don't get me started on Lydia's crush on Alexa AND Melody because it's a theory for another day)

And finally Raquelle from Fashion Fairytale and Fairy Secret: It's a little bit different from the two others for a very simple reason: She was in love with BOTH Ken and Barbie. Yep she's bi and poly. I don't think I have to explain much on how much she was in love with Barbie but I think I need to clarify her relation with Ken. And with a very important point to start: Ken was the only person who deeply cared about her and liked her. You can see that the public has no interest in her, neither do the cameras and everybody interacting with her seems to be annoyed by this girl. Except for Ken who stayed friend with her even when she almost destroyed his relation with Barbie. Because he deeply cared about her. And Raquelle cared so much about him and loved him so much. As much as Barbie. Barbie was the inaccessible love and when they became closer it was intense. But with Ken, Raquelle could always feel appreciated and she wanted to be close to him. It wasn't just to annoy Barbie. She loved Ken for who he was and what he gave her. She realized he was being kidnapped before Barbie, she decided to join the expedition to save him before Barbie said she was going. She was in love with both of them and that's a part of why they are the OT3.

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i-m-a-weird-person · 2 years

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realising i’m so very much like fig is uh. something. yeah.

Fig who grew up without her dad and his absence hurting her profoundly but it wasnt really his fault so she can’t hold it up against him but the damage is still here and not really going away, fig who felt like her body betrayed her and behaved in way she didnt want it nor expect it to and having no control over its evolution and not coresponding to what she thought it would look or be like, fig whose relationship with her mother is messy and tense and distant and loving and hurting and complex and complicated and who psychoanalyse it sometimes and almost having to be the bigger pson of the two bc her mom is still stuk in her old traumas and her daughter is unconscioucly picking up on them and desesperatly trying to reach out while pushing her away at the same point and hurting each other so much in the process, fig who loves being the center of attention because it must mean something it must means you’re loved and worth something if they pay attention to you right, fig who yearns so much for true connection but struggles so hard to be direct and honest to her friends and loved ones without running away or being someone else, fig who wants so so much to be herself but doesnt really know what or who herself is and what does it even mean anymore, fig of many names, fig the performer, the lier, the multi-faceted, fig of the many masks, fig the socially capable (out of survival), fig the cool one, fig who wasnt who she thought she was and had to come to terms with that, fig the open closed book, fig of the rash and impulsive decisions, fig the loud to drown out the noise of her mind, fig who keeps seeing the ones dear to her heart get hurt because of her without being able to stop it and stop behaving in a way that hurts them, fig the fierce and loyal who will fight teeth and nails to protect who she loves from harm, fig high-pressure and fast-paced, fig...

FIG.

#fig fath #personnal #about me #dimension 20 #fantasy high #what has this show done to me tf

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dualswordskings · 3 years

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Ulrich handles very well being in love with Odd. (spoiler : it's not true)

aaaaah i’m finally done with this rbfkdjw i hope you guys will enjoy it !! i’m not english so sorry if some things don’t make sense. (i’d love to see what you thought about this so don’t be shy to comment or leave tags if you reblog 👉👈) a big thanks to @vexfulfun for motivating me to write this djsjd that being said... enjoy !

• Yumi comes out to Ulrich as aromantic a few months before they finally beat Xana, and now that they're on the clear about the nature of their relationship, it's easier to move on from the massive crush he had on her since Day One. Considering how pretty chaotic their relationship was sometimes, he thinks that the next time he gets a crush on someone it will be easier (spoiler : it's not. it's really not.)

• He figures out his crush on Odd a few months after putting an end to Lyoko, during the summer break. They got closer a few weeks before the end of school, and they've been texting or calling each other almost non-stop since the holidays started. Now Ulrich is lying on his bed, looking at the blank walls of his bedroom, wishing Odd was here to fill the silence like he did in their shared bedroom at the school, when it hits him and he's like. oh. Oh. OH NO.

• At first he thinks it's going to go away if he doesn't think about it, so he tries, but now that he knows, he sees it everywhere. And it doesn't help that Odd keeps texting him things like "hey it sucks without you, Kiwi and i miss you". (Granted, Odd does says the first part to every of their friends, but the Kiwi part ? that's just for him, and Ulrich loathes how proud and happy it makes him feel)

• So, yeah, the "i do not see it, i can not see" method doesn't work at all, but it's okay ! Ulrich is Smart, he can find a solution to that ! Maybe if he represses it hard enough, it will go away !

• Surprise : it doesn't work too.

• So whatever. Ulrich has a crush on Odd. It's fine, it's totally fine. (It's not.) He can handle this. (He can't.)

• Ulrich ends up being in a constant crisis about it during the whole summer, until the last week before school starts and he texts Yumi to tell her everything because, and he hates to admit it, he can't handle it and he might need help.

• Yumi instantly makes fun of him BUT she does help and at the end of the day Ulrich is much calmer about it because he finally got it off his chest and can now think a bit more clearly.

• So, he has a crush on Odd. And it... might be not that bad. Actually, it's okay. Yes, he has a crush on his best friend, and so what ? It's just a crush, and it will all be over soon, when they get back to seeing each other everyday and Ulrich is going to remember the little things he dislikes about Odd and why they would never work together anyway.

• ...It’s a month and a half in the school year when Ulrich thinks he should start taking circus classes, because he's becoming a clown.

• His crush does not go away. His crush gets WORSE. because of course he dislikes things about Odd, like how coward he can be sometimes, or how bad his feet smells, but it's not important compared to how many things he -loves- likes about him. and the worst thing is, they do work well together !

• Ulrich hates it ! He is tired of feelings, he doesn't want them ! Why did it have to be Odd ! Why does he keeps getting crushes on people he shouldn't !

• Eventually, after a long time.. He learns to live with it. He ends up accepting (for real, this time) the fact that he has a crush on Odd, and that it's not going away any time soon. And he's fine with that ! If he's destined to pine over Odd forever, then so be it. Ulrich finds that it's not a terrible way to live, anyway.

• He does try to date some people there and there during high school, but he always ends up cancelling plans after the second date because it's clear it's not going to work and people deserve better than being a last resort to a guy who has a crush on his best friend.

• He takes a gap year after high school, because he doesn't really know what he wants to do with his life. Odd goes to an art school in a close town, and ends up being roommate with Sissi, of all people ! (She moved out of their city before starting high school, and she changed a lot during that time).

• They don't see each other as much as they used to, since they're not in the same town anymore and they both have different things to do. They were both scared of drifting apart or not finding the time to hang out with each other (or with the rest of the group), but in the end they make it work.

• But still, a lot of things change. They spend week-ends together, whether it's Odd going to Ulrich's place or the opposite, and sometimes they go out, or they stay inside when they can.

• Ulrich barely sees Sissi because she's not here a lot during week-ends, and he still believes that Odd has been lying to everyone when he says she's nice now and they're getting along really well, because there's no way that's true.

• Anyway, the point is. They spend a lot of time together, and Ulrich ends up having dog food for Kiwi for when Odd comes over with him, and Odd ends up having Ulrich's clothes in his closet (and yes, sometimes he wears them but you can't blame him ! it's not his fault Ulrich keeps forgetting to take them back !) (what really happened is that Ulrich only forgot his clothes one time, and then he noticed Odd wore them, and look, he's enough of a disaster already, let him at least have this, he's been pining for *years* now). It's totally not gay, purely platonic, of course.

• And then comes The Competition. They don't remember when it started, but one day they noticed that every time they hung out outside, people mistook them as a couple and... well. They started playing along, calling each other ridiculous pet names, and of course it turned into a competion, to see who could come up with the worst pet name and who could be the most mushy.

• They're insufferable. Jeremie, Aelita and Yumi are planning their deaths because they're so tired of their stupidity.

• There’s no “rule” for this, but they never call each other pet names that are used a lot, like "babe" or "darling" etc. It always has to be ridiculous. Why, you ask ?

• Because one day Ulrich called Odd "babe" and they just. stared blankly at each other, both desesperatly trying to hide the fact that they were screaming inside, and both went "uh. that was weird. let's never mention that again." and that was it.

• So voila, everything is fine in their lives. They flirt (but as a joke), and they sleep in the same bed when they see each other during the week-end (because the couch is uncomfortable, and it would be rude to make someone sleep on it) and Odd wears Ulrich's clothes sometimes, and Ulrich keeps dog food in his apartment for Odd's dog (but there's nothing domestic about that). Everything is fine.

• Yumi, Aelita and Jeremie aren't as stupid as them though, and they kind of notice that... there's no way this is going to end well for Ulrich. (Ulrich hadn't planned on telling Aelita and Jeremie about his crush, but they figured it out themselves after a few years, because Ulrich is sometimes pretty obvious) (yes, Yumi, Aelita and Jeremie are keeping bets on who's going to confess first)

• So Yumi tries to talk to Ulrich, like 'hey maybe you should confess because you're kinda acting like a couple but you're not and we don't want you to see heartbroken the day Odd starts dating someone else'.

• And Ulrich wishes he could pretend everything is fine and there's no way this could go wrong, but he's a Responsible Adult now, or at least he's an old teenager, and maybe it's time to.. stop waiting. Maybe he could tell Odd, and it would make their friendship change, but maybe that's for the best. Maybe. So he promises to think about it, and he does.

• There's comfort in the way things are now, but at the same time, Ulrich has to move on someday, because as much as he loves loving Odd, it doesn’t stop it from hurting. and he doesn't want to wait until forever to confess either. the only reason he hasn't done it by now is because he's never sure about how Odd really feels about him, but then again, if he waits to be sure, then he'll never say anything.

• So it's decided. Ulrich is going to confess, and then life will move on, with or without Odd in it.

• He hopes it will be with Odd in it. He really, really hopes it will. He doesn't know what he would do if he had to live without him. Because before being his crush, Odd is his best friend since middle school, he's family, and Ulrich can't find the appeal of a life without Odd, no matter how hard he tries.

• (Fuck, Odd was right when he told him he wouldn't be able to live without him, the first day when they met.)

• It's a good thing to know you're going to confess. But the important question is, how are you going to do it ?

• Ulrich doesn't know. UnFortunately, he doesn't get the chance to think about it for too long.

• One week-end, while they're watching Pacific Rim again in Odd's apartment, with Odd buried in Ulrich's big hoodie, his legs resting on Ulrich's lap, Sissi comes home early.

• It's a little bit awkward between her and Ulrich, in the way that they're only acquaintances now, so they don't know each other really well. But that doesn't mean they don't get along, which is why it's not much of a problem when Sissi decides to watch the end of the movie with them.

• But she keeps glancing at them, especially Ulrich, until it's time for him to leave. And it's weird, because Ulrich doesn't understand why she would do that. It might be stupid, because it's not a big deal, but Ulrich got a sinking feeling in his stomach during the whole ride home and it doesn't leave him even after.

• Odd texts him a few hours later, and for the first time Ulrich doesn't want to know what he said. But still, he opens his phone and reads the text, because he's a weak man who can't refuse anything to Odd.

• It's something along the line "Sissi thought we were a couple hahahaha, that's so weird."

• It shouldn't be a big deal. It shouldn't. It's not the first time someone tells them they look like a couple anyway. Heck, they often pretends they are with the pet names competition. But there's something about that makes Ulrich sick in his stomach.

• Technically, nothing is wrong, because Odd still texted him, and he's laughing about it, like he always does, but. But Odd never uses capital letters, and he never types "hahaha" and he never puts punctuation in his texts, and sure, it's just some details, but Ulrich knows Odd and he knows that something is wrong and that somehow, now, everything is going to change. For the better or for the worst.

• He types back a simple "yeah, weird." and Odd never replies.

• It's... strange, for about a month. Odd starts avoiding him, answering his texts really late (if he answers them at all), never calling, coming up with shitty excuses to not spend time with him. They don't see each other once. Ulrich doesn't know how to feel about this situation.

• He's frustrated, because what the hell ? What happened ? Did he do or say something wrong ? He keeps replaying the last time they saw each other in his head, but he can't find anything out of the ordinary, except, well. their last texts.

• It angry, too. Because he doesn't understand. Odd had never been bothered when people mistook them for a couple, so why did he now ? And even if this was the reason, his behaviour still didn't make any sense. Odd would never stop talking to someone just for that, or at least he never did before.

• Did he discover Ulrich's crush on him and decided to put some distance between them because he thought it would be awkward to acknowleged it ? Odd had never acted like that when learning someone loved him, but maybe because they were best friends, this was different ?

• It hurts to think about it. It's not like Ulrich wasn't prepared to be rejected if he were to confess, but losing Odd like this ? It sucks. Odd is his best friend first and foremost, so of course Ulrich doesn't want him out of his life. He just always thought Odd would want him to stay in his, too.

• He's angry, and he's sad, and he's hurt and he's tired of this. It makes him mad that Odd was right when he said Ulrich wouldn't be able to live without him, and he’d like to believe that maybe he's got it all wrong and something else happened to make Odd stop talking to him, but he knows it can't be anything else after spending time with Yumi, Aelita and Jeremy. They all acted a little awkward, and Ulrich knows Odd still talks to them on the regular, and it's enough proof to know that the problem is indeed with him.

• He talks to Yumi about it, and she just tells him that Odd is an idiot and that maybe he should still confess so he can move on.

• Ulrich actually starts thinking about it, after the third week. Moving on that is- not confessing, because that is way too scary.

• And of course it's not going to be easy and it sucks but if Odd wants to act like a dumbass then fine, Ulrich isn't going to wait and cry about it forever. He deserves better than this bullshit anyway.

• (It doesn’t make it any less hurting. Ulrich is not really sure he wants to fully admit that he lost his best friend.)

• He tries to talk to Odd a few times during those three weeks of course, but it never ends anywhere. He either leaves him on read or answers vaguely and doesn't participate in the conversations. Ulrich tries to confront him one time, and they end up fighting. It's not a big fight, but it's still shitty, and Ulrich stops trying after that, and Odd doesn't say anything.

• Then out of nowhere, on the fourth week, Odd calls him. Ulrich stares in shock and considers for a brief moment not answering and ignoring him, because that would only be fair, but he ends up answering, because maybe this their chance to make it right again and fuck, he missed his best friend, okay ?

• It's... it's awkward. At first, Odd tries to act like nothing happened, and Ulrich pretends that they don't need to talk about it, but they both know ignoring the elephant in the room won't resolves anything.

• And surprise ! After a few awkward silences, they do end up talking about it. Or at least a little.

• Odd apologies, but doesn't offer any explanations, and Ulrich decides that it's enough, at least for now.

• They start catching up on what they missed during the month, though not a lot happened on both sides, and they joke around and that's pretty much it.

• Ulrich is sure life is going to go back to normal (until he confesses), and he's happy with that, but then it's the end of the call, and Odd tells him about this movie that's going to come out soon and how they should go watch it together, and Ulrich agrees, and Odd says "cool, so it's a date then ?" which is. what. WHAT.

• Ulrich takes five whole minutes to answer because his brain decided to shut down. He's not sure if it's a joke, like their pet names competition, or if it's a dream, but it can't be real. Except Odd is silent at the end of the line, so he must be serious, and oh, Ulrich is a weak, weak man.

• "Uh. Yeah, ok." "Cool, see you on the week-end for our date then !"

• And that's it. That's how the call ends and Ulrich doesn't know for how long he stares at his phone like it holds the secrets of the universe, but when he finally registers what happened, a lot of time has passed.

• Ulrich has a date. With Odd.

• He wakes up Yumi by calling them. (They're mad because they lost the bet on who will ask the other out on a date first, but she doesn't tell him that.)

• And so the week-end comes, and Ulrich gets ready. to go on his date. with Odd.

• He's expecting this to be a bad prank but still, he takes his time to dress well and make sure he looks good. And then he goes pick up Odd on his motorcycle and tries his best not to have a gay panic when Odd comes out of his apartment wearing his best date outfit with the jean jacket Ulrich bought him for one of his birthday.

• They go to the cinema, and it's awkward at first, because how are you supposed to act on a first date with your crush who's also your best friend who you also haven't talked to since a month ? It's.. a little bit weird, doing romantic coded things together for real and not as a joke, but it's nice. It's something they could get used to, something they /want/ to get used to.

• And so it doesn't take long for them to be comfortable around the other again, and everything falls back to normal, and they have an amazing time.

• None of them confess that day, because they want to take the time to enjoy this new thing, and they go on a lot of other dates and Ulrich feels weird because he's not used to have luck on his side when it's about romance, but he's definitely not complaining about it.

• A few months later, when they're coming home to Ulrich's apartment after a midnight walk with Kiwi, Odd tells him about the month when they stopped talking to each other. It slowly becomes a confession, because it turns out Odd realized he was in love with Ulrich after Sissi's comment and didn't know how to process it, but Ulrich cuts him in the middle of it to confess how he feels because 1) he hasn't been suffering all these years only to not confess first and 2) Yumi would kill him if he didn't.

• So that's how they start dating.

• Yumi, Aelita and Jeremy are like "finally ! we can have peace now. no more them being fools." and also very happy because they've been waiting for this for so long and their best friends deserves to be happy together.

• jokes on them though, because now that they're dating, they're worse than before. the pda, the jokes, the love confessions at any given time, they're everywhere. the awful pet names ? even worse now because they call each other regular pet names too.

• But hey, for their friends happiness, they can endure it. a little. they do deserve to be happy after all of this.

• Bonus :

Later, after a few years of being together, someone looks at them and goes "wow, you're such good friends ! i would love to have a bro like that", and it's the pet name competition nightmare all over again, except it’s reversed. Yumi, Sissi, Aelita and Jeremie have to deal with them calling each other "bro" or "dude" constantly and they regret being friends with them.

#voila !!!#hope you guys enjoyed whatever this is shfjskx #i will never shut up about odd and sissi friendship sorry #also yes yumi uses she/they pronouns !#this was actually fun to write #and the most words i wrote about a story in the last 3 years wtf #thank you for reading this if you made it this far !#here comes the general tags #code lyoko #code lyoko ulrich #code lyoko odd #code lyoko fanfics #not that this counts as a fanfic but yea #code lyoko headcanons #odd della robbia #ulrich stern #odd x ulrich #do they have a shipname ?#idk #ulrich x odd #i love their friendship too #but this is my childhood show i get to choose what is platonic or not #i probably will write a thread about odd's perspective ? it might be shorter tho #and i plan to write one about yumi coming out as nb to her brother #and one about things in general #alright that's it #bye bye #oddrich

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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Grumpy and worried.

Cw: scar ment, food ment.

Ok to rb.

Summmary: just a nice normal day with heisenberg and jerico. With fluff and grrumpyness

Taglist: @kaliships

Heisenberg sighed feeling jerico plop ontop of him, he feels her kiss his little face scars.

Its pitch black in their room yet he can see her smile.

He rolls around to his side and drags her to his chest growling as she caresses his chest.

-- come on heis--she said kissing his neck right where his collarbones meet.

-- five more minutes!-- he growled.

Rolling to her back jerico gets out of bed-- I said I was going to eat breakfast with beniviento and angi, I dont want to be late

As she opens the closet she is dragged back to bed by heisenbergs telekinesis she sighs pressing her back against his chest, he wraps his arms around her tightly, growling.

--youre not leaving-- he said kissing under her ear.

--yes I Will because I said I was going to be there

He snarled-- come on really? Just stay!

Jer laughs-- when you get this clingy you get so angry!

Heisenberg growls and buries his head on her back-- the only way you can come with me is if you take a Bath, if not, youre not coming!

In that instant he lets her go, jerico laughs at how far hed go just to not bathe, she kisses the tip of his noise gaining a -- come on go away-- from him.

She hears him chuckle and she caresses his hair-- ill be back by midday, we are going to eat lunch with mom, and ill go help moreau at the docks

Heisenberg isnt too happy about it but nodds,she gets changed and is escorted to donnas house.

Jerico picks angie up as the doll greets her excitedly-- youre here!!!!!-- said the doll that guided her to the livingroom.

They have the TV in the background as Donna serves tea for the three of them.

They all happily chat about whatever, angi would usually go around the table asking for jerico to put her on her shoulder.

At this she would giggle and do so.

After breakfast she said her goodbyes and went to her mothers castle.

Lady dimitrescu was happy to see her daughter again, and so did jericos sisters.

However the happiness is short lived when heisenberg who was very very grumpy for not having his girlfriends 100% attention Walked in dragging all the mud and dirt he could under his heavy shoes.

--heisenberg...

--dimitrescu...

Jer and her sisters look at eachother changing the subject to the food.

Heisenberg holds his girlfriends hand as they walk to the livingroom, they sit by and talk until the foods served.

He was starving, and throwing Any sort of etiquette through the Window he ate desesperatly.

Jerico and her sisters laugh softly as Lady D just sighs in desesperation facepalming leaning on the table.

After lunch Alcina stops Karl for a moment to talk.

-- Keep her safe for me, brother..., Will you?-- she puts a hand on his shoulder.

Karl smiles nodding hugging his sister-- of course sister, your daughter Will be safe with me, you know how much she means to me

He hugs her and she awkwardly hugs back patting his back, he then goes back home waiting for her to come back from helping moreau.

Who,was so excited to see her again.

Jerico helped moreau with the docks, cleaning them and helping him with the New supplies that arrived from the ships.

After work she stayed a bit longer and talked about today,then said goodbye when she had to go home.

Heisenberg almost throws himself at jerico, she came after dark and he was worried sick.

--i told you not to come back this late!-- he cried hugging her tightly.

Jer caresses his hair standing on ther tip toes to reach him.

He closes the door locking it, and going to the kitchen to eat dinner with her.

Karl sighed taking Jers hand-- sorry Im...im just worried, I cant loose you

She sighed squeezing his hand in reassurance-- and you wont...dont worry karl

-- yknow me, thats my job

He winks at his girlfriend who giggles and keeps eating her food.

She then takes a bath, and drags herself to bed where a very tired heisenberg hugs her.

Jerico smiles and yawns softly, covering them both.

The Man growls, using his own body heat to Keep his girlfriend warm.

The background noise of the television is all thats needed to lull jerico to sleep, heisenberg pulls her closer and sighs whining like a puppy, protectively covering her with his body.

He wont loose her, hed Keep her safe

#cw food #tw food #cw scar ment #tw scar ment #cw eye contact #tw eye contact #eye contact #ask to tag #🦇⚰vampire mom⚰🦇#🦇vampire sis!🦇#⚙🐕mechanical puppy🐕⚙#🧵bdf (best doll friend)🧵#🐟best fishfriend 🐟#'f/o fic'

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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Fake dating part 3

Part 1, 2

☆Tag list

I took @al-astakbar‘s idea and run with it.

“I accept.”

You said it, the die is cast.

He nods, approving your decision.

“Very well. I knew you would make the right choice.”

You pull a face. He knew it, really? You don’t even know each other for 24h.

He stands up, lowering down his datapad.

“I promised you could see her. Follow me.”

He guides you back to the medbay, where Moarorou slowly wakes up from anesthesia. You dash to her bed and kneel next to her, holding her hand. You notice with relief that her shock collar has been taken off.

“Moarorou! Moarorou…” you call as she weakly opens her eyes. “You awake. Me afraid! You better?” You really need to improve you Sy Bisty you think. You caress her hair, smiling reassuringly, squeezing her hand.

She nods, yawning.

“What happened?” she asks with a voice full of sleep.

Your first instinct is to tell her you’re saved, but are you really? You take a look at Thrawn that stayed behind at the door, leaving you intimacy with the little girl.

“We better! You healed, thanks this man.” You invite him to come closer.

Her eyes round up as she discovers him, her mouth agape she tries to say something. He greets her in their weird language. She tries to raise her upper body, but falls down on the pillow. He stops her with a gesture of the hand and sits on the side of the bed.

“Can you leave us alone? We have to discuss important matters.” The question is rhetorical, you’re out of the room in less than two minutes after arriving.

So that is the extent of his words? Typical!

You sit down on the floor against the wall, fuming, waiting for him to exit the room. It takes him 20 whole minutes, but he finally leaves.

“You are still here.” he notices.

“Can I go back in the room now?” you ask impatiently but full of hope.

“She’s sleeping, let’s not disturb her.”

Wha- Seriously?!

“I explained to her the situation, she understood. We can start our little comedy.” he casually explain

“I. want. to. see. her.” You repeat with the most assured voice you can.

He looks at you in the eyes, you stare right back. You gulp, mustering your courage. ‘hold on his gaze, girl. Don’t back down now’ you pep talk yourself but it is difficult. You swear you could hear the whip of your master crack at this insolent act.

“No.” He orders calmly “She needs to recover. I have a busy schedule for you. Something you can take advantage of.”

Your eyes widen as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Is he serious? He takes his datapad and opens a file before handing it to you. You feel your legs trembling at your defiant act, you take the pad and almost burst out laughing, incredulous.

What is that?!

You discover the schedule of a high schooler, your days are orchestrated to the minutes with lessons and classes.

“I assumed you already knew how to read and write, so you will have intense language lessons, etiquette courses, general knowledge classes and sports sessions. Do not worry I have managed times with Moarorou. It starts today.”

You feel your nose flare at the view of your new life. It’s cramped, full to the brim. He was not joking when he said he would make you a proper lady. You have the unpleasant impression of having escaped a prison for a gold bars cage. What you don’t like either is those “managed times” with Moarorou, you have the right to see her a grand total of 1 hour per day, which is not enough. At all.

Correction.

1 hour for most days, for two days you only have the right to see her for half an hour.

“Understood?” he demands.

You look up to him to see his stern look, devoid of any warmth and human compassion.

You don’t like that guy.

He scares you.

Reminds you of your former masters with his politeness and false caring attitude but never without a whip too far.

“Can I make a suggestion?” you try the diplomatic, trying to ignore your survival instinct and put yourself as his equal.

He tilts his head and listens.

“Could you manage more time for me and Moarorou? I’m the only one she knows here, she’ll be lost without me.”

“It is not true. I can communicate with her more efficiently.” He counters

Is he… is he mocking you for not being able to communicate with her despite your efforts?

You really don’t like this guy.

“But you are right. You are the closest thing to a positive figure for her. Seeing you surely would have a positive effect on her recovery and behavior.” He holds his chin like he’s remembering something. “Regrettably, I designed a busy schedule for her too. I am afraid I cannot access your demand.”

Does he only know no as a response?

“Then…” You look back at your schedule trying to find something. “Could you make our lessons match? If we are supposed to play the role of two high standing ladies we could learn etiquette together.” you propose.

He gauges you silently.

“Her schedule has been planned to be the most efficient for her recovery and her brain to assimilate a proper education. I would rather you do not tamper with it.”

“You speak of her like a machine. She’s a child.”

“Indeed. A chiss child. She will listen to her elder and obey me.”

A chiss? So this is their species.

“I think she obeyed enough until now.”

“As her father I have authority over her, now.”

“As her mother, don’t I have a say in this too?” you spite.

And immediately regrets it.

You’re only gonna earn a beating with that attitude.But you lose control when it comes to Moarorou.

He takes a step towards you and you close your eyes, ready to receive a slap across the face.

But nothing comes.

You reopen your eyes, unsure.

He’s tidying up your collar.

“You make a point. We are her two parents now.” He finishes to flatten the fabric on your shoulders. “What precisely do you suggest?”

You gulp. You evaded the beating for this time. You take a deep breath.

“If we are supposed to play a… loving family,” those words scorch your mouth, you got one and only one family and you lost it years ago “I should be with her as much as possible. Especially if we are to stay on your ship, it is unthinkable that a child so young rummages alone on a ship of that size. Wouldn’t it be more convincing if you planned the schedule of your wife and daughter to match as much as possible? As a loving father I mean.. Sir.”

He slowly nod.

“Your point stands. I will modify the schedules accordingly, but you right to visit her will be limited for now, she must focus on her recovery. That is our priority.”

“So I really can’t go back to her?” you try anyway.

“Like I said, she is sleeping. I had in mind you would learn basic words of cheuhn before you see her again. She should be happy her mother is trying to learn her language.”

“So cheuhn is the language of the Chiss?” you ask.

“It is, even though we use several other trade languages like Sy bisty. But it is a difficult language to master.”

“I will try for her!” you exclaim as enthusiastically as you can after learning you can’t see her.

“Your resolution is noted and appreciated. I must leave you now, I have duties to attend to.”

“Wait!” you call him back suddenly.

He turns towards you with a patient look, but you feel like you shouldn’t have done that.

“Hum… Is it possible to have other clothes than… just dresses?” you stutter.

“They are not to your taste?” he raises an eyebrow.

If only it was this trivial.

“No, it’s for… comfort reasons.” you settle with.

You can’t explain why, not to him. It would give him more power over you and he already has enough.

“Noted.”

And he disappears without a word.

You spent the whole day with a droid making you run test after test to evaluate your global level.

Results?

Not good.

But nothing surprising to you. You were abducted young. You get no time to go to school.

“There is a lot of work ahead of us, Lady Mitth.”

Your eyes twitch at the name. It runs under your skin. When becoming the slave of the Hutt Nattai Gleula you lost your family name and his was forced upon you. Now Thrawn was doing the same and it leaves a bitter after taste in your mouth. Like you just passed from one owner to another.

“Can you please refrain from calling me as such, AP-3G?” you ask.

“But it is your rightful title. As the wife of the Grand Admiral you deserve respect.” it counters.

“You know this is a lie.” you snarl.

You always deserved respect as a human being but it seems you come across a lot of people who like to scorn your basic rights.

“It is a direct order of the Grand Admiral, I must obey my master.”

“Don’t you also have to respect my authority as his wife?” you try.

“You are a civilian.” It suffuses mechanically “I am a military droid. I am afraid your authority over me is quite limited, Lady Mitth.”

“Then at least when we are alone? It really displeases me to identify by his name.”

It seems to think, comparing its orders to your request in his circuits.

“I theorize it is possible if we are only together. What should I call you then, my Lady?”

You give it your name and it seems to record it.

“Very well, Lady (f/n). Prepare yourself for intense days of intellectual stimulation and cultural discoveries. The Grand Admiral asked me to instill you with all the knowledge of a proper Lady of Coruscant, it will be exhausting and mentally draining but so fun, you will see.” It suddenly exclaims with enthusiasm that takes you aback. It seems really pleased to have received a task of that order.

“Can we cut out the Lady part altogether?” you raise your hand like a pupil.

“No. That I canno’t.”

“Definitely?”

“Categorically.”

You lower your shoulders. You’re not a lady. Those types of titles were for the individuals that used you as they pleased, it makes you quite uncomfortable to receive the same rank as them. Even if it’s fake.

You spend the next 4 hours learning the history of the Empire and the Galaxy, at the end of the session your brain is burning with dates, places and names.

“You will need to master at least 4 different languages outside of Basic. A chance you are already well versed in Hutt, even if this is not typically what a Lady would know.” AP-3G comments.

“4 languages?” you let out incredulous.

How are you supposed to speak them fluently in just a few months? Your brain is already so full.

“Isn’t exciting?” AP-3G chants. At least one of you is happy about the situation.

“Can we… can we take a break?”

You exit the room with a headache, you feel like smoke is pouring out of your ears. AP-3G follows you diligently.

“Why are you following me?” you turn to it.

“I have been tasked with your protection, Lady Mitth.”

Oh great.

Now you have a nanny on your back.

Or worse…

A lackey to Thrawn service tasked to report each of your comments and movement to its master.

You who wished to take little advantage of that masquerade to recover some liberty, you can forget it.

“Where are you heading exactly?” It asks

“Moarorou.” you simply respond. Thrawn’s order to let her alone really got stuck in your throat, but it’s been a whole day, surely now you can go see her, right? You prepare yourself to hear the inevitable “No” that will shatter your hopes.

“Oh! Then there is a more direct way.” It informs you.

You turn to it, surprised.

“Please, this way.” he heads on a corridor on your left and you follow, relieved.

You come across some officers and you curl up your shoulders, lowering your head. ‘Don’t cross their gaze, make yourself invisible.’ all your alarms are up.

“Lady Mitth” they salute politely.

You look at them walking away without a word.

“What was that?”

“You thought they would throw you into jail? You are their Grand Admiral’s wife, you are untouchable.”

So they already know? News spread fast on a ISD.

“Here we are.”

It steps to the side and you pass the door after knocking. Moarorou is in bed, transfused and pale, but well awake.

“Hi!” you say joyfully.

She raises her head from her drawing eyes round of surprise and calls you with the same joy.

“How you are?” you say hugging her tightly. You inhale her hair scent with delight, it is so good to see her as awake and aware after this awful week in the forest.

“Sleeped all day.” she respond hugging you back with all her might. “What- Ah!” she says horrified and hide behind you.

You turn your head to AP-3G in a corner of the room and berate yourself. She’s terrified by droids, they’re the one that used to beat her when she did something wrong.

“AP-3G, leave us.” you demand.

“But I must protect you both.” he counters.

You shoot it a black look.

“She’s terrified of droids. Wait by the door, I’m sure nothing can happen to us on the ISD of your master.”

It obeys, albeit reluctantly and disappear behind the door.

You squeeze her and caress her hair, soothing her.

“All well,” you murmure “It went away.”

She digs her nails in the fabric of your dress, whimpering.

“Here, here.”

You remain like that for long minutes until she musters the courage to part with you.

“You draw?” you ask, tilting your head to the sheet.

She hurriedly takes it and holds it against her chest like she doesn’t want you to see.

“I not look.” you say appeasingly.

She seems to hesitate and then relax.

“You want see?” she asks with a little voice.

“Yes, if you want.”

You really need to improve your Sy Bisty, urgently. You could appease her more efficiently and talk to her properly. You squeeze yourself against her on the bed to admire her piece of art. You see three blue people with red eyes, two adults and a little one. They’re all smiling. It doesn’t take to be a genius to understand that she drew her family.

“Papa?” you ask, pointing at one of the adults. She nods “Mama?” you point the other, she nods again with a sigh, “You?” She puts her head on your shoulder, on the verge of tears.

“You missing them.” it isn’t a question. It is obvious she misses them. You missed yours too.

“Me sorry.” you caress her head as tears flow down her cheeks.

What can you say to a 5 year old abducted to her family like that? You notice a second drawing.

This one is… odd?

You recognize Moarorou with other children but she’s unhappy on it, she’s circled by two other adults with stern expressions, one in some sort of uniform and the other like a doctor? It is hard to say with the style of a 5 year old.

“Who?” you ask, frowning.

She wipes her tears and looks at the drawing.

“Adults. Mean.” She simply says, sniffing.

“How mean?”

“Mean. Want me forget…”

“Forget what?”

She doesn’t responds, only raising her head to the door with complete focus.

“He coming.”

“Who com-”

The door opens to let the Grand Admiral enter. With his hands clasped behind his back the room suddenly became so small. By instinct you squeeze Moarorou against you in a protective manner.

“I knew you would be here.” He says.

“Yes. I am allowed, right?” you ask suspiciously.

“Of course. Just make sure to not drain her.” He walks in the room like he's visiting. He then speaks to her in what you suspect to be cheuhn. She sniffs and responds with her little voice but relaxed. She must be comforted to me in the presence of a fellow chiss. They converse for a long minutes until you can’t take it anymore.

“What are you saying?” you ask quite curtly.

And immediately regret it.

They both look at you surprised by your tone. You stutter.

“What are you saying, please?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You must have been beaten quite a lot with this demeanor.” he says with an indecipherable expression.

Is he threatening you to be more obedient?

He continues before you can say anything.

“I was simply asking her how she felt, wondering about her symptoms.”

“Oh…”

“You angry?” she asks in Sy Bisty.

“No, me not angry.” you smile at her reassuringly, caressing her cheek.

“What is it in your hand?” Thrawn asks in a perfect Sy Bisty.

“Drawings!” She responds with a new energy.

“Interesting. Can I see them?” He extends his hand to you.

You look at her, she nods, so you hand him the sheets. But you hold on them abit as he takes them.

He observes them in silence, more than what you usually spend on a child drawing.

“You are talented, Moarorou. Those are very interesting scenes you drawed.” She smiles brightly, happy to have her talent recognized. “Can I keep them?”

Her smile dies immediately, and you frown. Why would he want her doodles?

“Can I, Moarorou?” he insists.

“Yes…” she mumbles, clearly more to obey an adult than a genuine wish for him to have them.

“Thank you.” And he heads towards the door.

“Wait, hold on! You-” you try.

He’s out.

You curse and sprint after him. If he thinks he can just take what he wants like that! He’s an imperial but it should be able to go through his thick head.

“Wait!” you shout.

He stops and turns towards you.

“A problem, my Lady?”

Great, him too.

“Yes, there is a problem. Why are you taking her drawing like that?” You demand out of breath.

“You would be surprised of what I could do with drawings.” he answers mysteriously.

“Could you give them back?” you extend your hand to him.

“No.” He says patiently, “I need them.”

You scoff.

“Why would a Grand Admiral of the Empire need the doodles of a child?”

He considers the sheets in his hand.

“Like I said, you would be surprised. Plus those are not merely the doodles of any child, but my daughter. Maybe I want to expose them in our suite.”

Is this… Is this humor?

“She’s not your daughter, nor mine. She got parents that she drew.”

“Indeed. Which I found tremendously interesting and would like to observe in more detail.”

He’s getting on your nerves.

“Please, at least give back this one. This is all she has left of her family.”

“She has a new family now.”

“Are you kidding?” you spite.

“No. Our notion of a family is vastly different from humans. I explained the situation to her and she accepted it.”

What is he talking about? No 5 years old would get over their lost family like that.

“Permit.me.to.insist.Grand Admiral.” You detach each world clearly, gritting your teeth.

He looks at you with a light grin.

“I see you are getting used to your newfound liberty, my Lady, for talking to me like that.”

You wonder if you crossed the line but he just seems amused.

His smile disappears as quickly as he appeared and his stern expression makes a comeback.

“I will keep those drawings.” He closes the matter “I will find you at our suite.” and he walks away, letting you alone in this cold corridor.

“Is there a problem?” asks AP-3G that just joined you.

You don’t respond.

You’re out of yourself.

You really, really don’t like this man.

Wait…

Our suite ?

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“Sleeping in the same bed?” you almost choke yourself on those words.

When you got back to your suite you had the bad discovery that all the stuff he lended you were in his private suite now. To consolidate the fraud you have to live in the same suite now. You cross your arms in his cold room.

“Do I need to repeat it?” he asks, taking off his white jacket.

Argh! Why did you accept this stupid plan? You have no wish of sharing your life with an imperial!

“But… Can’t I take the sofa instead?”

“I will not let my wife sleep on a sturdy sofa. You deserve a good mattress.”

Why does he bring it in the bedroom? There is no one to fool here.

“Then… You could take the sofa then?” you try.

“It is still my own room. Do you really intend to relegate me to the friend’s couch?”

Honestly? Yes. Yes you would.

But sharing a bed…

You don’t like that. Brings back bad memories.

You grip your hand, digging your nails in your flesh.

“Let’s go to bed. You will get over it.” He prophetizes, getting under the covers.

You bite your lips, angrily.

You take your place, making sure to not touch him at all and having as much space possible between you both.

He turns off the lights and silence and darkness envelop you.

You’re grumbly. And terrified.

Bad memories coming back full force, of all those strangers who used you.

You muffle a sob in the cover, trembling.

You feel his hand on your arm.

You froze, eyes wide open in the dark.

You knew it.

Your stomach twists in knots as you feel the tips of his fingers grazing your skin.

You gulp.

Then he will slide it in your pants, like all the others, and…

But his fingers go up instead of down, grazing your naked arm and shoulder. And he pulls the cover higher over you.

You hear him turn sideways, then the steady breathing of someone sleeping.

You let out your breath.

Tomorrow you’ll take the couch!

@bdoggy7 @justanothersadperson93 @theeyesofasoldier

@germansarechill @thrawnspetgoose @al-astakbar

#thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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theazkapack · 3 years

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The Call of Strangers

As the newcomers slowly adjust to the new pack life, and try to tackle on their responsabilities; Ashlen patrols the borders incrisingly worried. Against their wishes, it appears something is coming towards the Azka territory.

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Ashlen stared down the two sleeping brothers in the cave, waiting impatiently for them to get up. The sun was high in the sky, it’s gentle rays slowly melting the snow that was still left in the mountains.

Ashlen had woken up a while ago, and had already patrolled through all of their territory, bringing some small prey they had found so everyone could eat. They are supposed to take Shivo out to teach him how to bring down big prey today, but the wolf had been proven very hard to drive out of the cave, not wanting to leave their comfortable position.

Irritated, Ashlen left the brother’s cave and looked out into the valley below, wondering how to get Shivo out. It’s been already two full Moons since Shivo and Lannel joined, and Ashlen needed to desesperatly teach how to hunt big game and not die in the process, since Shivo was... At best, decent in managing to bring back quails. The small pack wouldn’t be able to survive on rats and small birds for long.

Small steps distracted them, and Ashlen looked up to see Glawn returning to their den, her fur dripping water and a fish in her mouth.

“They still haven’t woken up?” Glawn asked, shaking her fur and trying to get most of the water out of it.

“Yes. They seem adamant in sleeping” Ashlen sighed,looking too stressed for how early in the morning it was.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get them out” Quickly turning, Glawn entered the cave. Ashlen gave her 5 seconds before someone yelled.

...Huh, less than five seconds.

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The two wolves walked down the rocky path, descending slowly from rock onto another rock, taking care to not slip, following the river down onto the grasslands.

Glawn jumped quickly and graceful, seemingly at ease in the difficult path, ever doubting where to walk. Lagging behind her was Lannel, practically strolling as he tried to watch everything, seemingly enamoured with the ambient.

“Come on, hurry up, the idea is to get down before night arrives!” Glawn called brightly, wagging her tail when seeing the other wolf kind of struggle with the rocks. “Be grateful it wasn’t raining during the night, otherwise you would have long slipped into the river!”

“Har har, very funny” Lannel muttered, huffing as he finally reached the small clearing the gold colored wolf was in. Tired, he went to the shore of the river and took a drink, wishing he was already back on the den.

Although Lannel liked helping Glawn scout, it was exhausting and he only wanted to to crawl back into his cool bed and sleep away the day. The heat only worked to make him more irritable, the sun hitting harshly against him, leaving him panting quickly in seconds whenever he dared to leave the protecting shade of the trees.

“Why are we even going to the grasslands anyways? The mountains are a good place and it’s not like there is anything interesting there” He was whining, but at this point he was too irritated to care. He eyed the river and after a few seconds of deliberating, he jumped in, sighing in relief as the cold water abated the cursed heat.

“For the same reason we are now scouting together instead of going separate ways like before”

...Oh.

"You... You don’t truly think that another pack would challenge us for our territory, right?” Lannel asked hesitently, sitting down in the shore of the river and looking worried at Glawn.

“I don’t know... But Ashlen said they wanted to have options, just in case” Sighing, the gold colored wolf wished that this wasn’t happening. That she were back on her home, with her siblings and waiting for the humans to bring their food. But the past is the past, and although Glawn misses her old home dearly, she wouldn’t give it up if it meant leaving her new pack behind.

“But even if the pack I smelt nearby tried to attack us, Ashlen would beat them, right?! Ashlen is like, invincible!” He exclaimed.

“I don’t know Lannel, while Ashlen surely is a good fighter well... I don’t know how well they would fare against a big pack”

“We could help fight!”

“Lannel, pal, I’m not trying to bring the mood down but we both barely know how to bite something. Your brother is the best than us, and he still gets hurt whenever he tries hunting something bigger than a quail” Glawn sighed and stood up “Come on, if we are fast we may yet arrive before the Moon rises”

Groaning, Lannel stood up and started following her behind. What he would give to be Shivo right now, his brother must be already back fro hunting, resting peacefully in the shade of their den.

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“Ashlen wait it hurts!” Shivo yelped, trying to get away from the dark wolf, holding awkardly his paw.

Rolling their eyes, Ashlen continued applying the leaves onto the other’s injury, ignoring the whining as they tried their best to cover correctly the bleeding wound.

Once they were satisfied, they relented and stood back, burying back the leaves that were left over. Going back, they snapped their teeth at Shivo, who flinched back and let his paw in peace, from where he was going to lick it. The leader stared down the other, until Shivo whined and laid down, pouting.

“Okay I get it! I get it! Not licking the weird leaves until you say so” Laying down his head on his paws, Shivo sighed, closing his eyes as Ashlen circled around him, trying to see if he had any other injury “I swear that was the last one! Come on, I’m fine already”

Ashlen barked a laugh at that, but left the wolf alone as the leader stood back and went to retrieve the prey Shivo had managed to get back to the den. Carrying the bloody porcupine and leaving it buried underneath some leaves at the shade with the other food they had so far, Ashlen grabbed a rabbit and brought it back to the other, leaving the small morsel in front of him.

“I’m not hungry Ashlen, leave it for later” Ashlen told him something, but as always, Shivo just stared dumbly at the leader, still not managing to understand a single word of the other. After some time Ashlen rolled their eyes again and nudged him, until, huffing, Shivo started eating.

Looking satisfied, Ashlen nodded and nudged him one last time before turning and stretching.

“You going out again?” At the sharp nod of them, Shivo sighed and nodded “Oh wait! I forgot to tell you before, but when I was searching for the porcupine I found some tracks nearby the lake”

At the startled reacting of Ashlen, Shivo laughed and nodded “My exact reaction! It was nearby the lower lake, the one that connects to the river that leads towards the forest, you know the one with the big sharp trees?”

Looking grimly, Ashlen nodded again and turned around, starting the trek down. Shivo called after them, telling them to be careful. A laughing bark was the only answer he got before his leader disappeared down the mountain.

Yawning, Shivo blinked and grimaced. Just their luck, to find tracks of a big pack nearby when they were just settling in.

Oh well, he thought as he accomodated and closed his eyes to sleep, nothing more to do other than wait. He believed in Asheln, the leader was smart and he didn’t doubt the other had a plan for this.

No matter what, Shivo was sure they would manage to survive.

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Sniffing around, Ashlen frowned deeply, staring at the old tracks that lead from the lake towards the forest. The tracks were at least a few suns old, and from what they could smell, clearly family.

Looking around, Ashlen found small bundles of bright golden fur around the edges, a clear signal from the strange wolves. Growling, Ashlen circled around the shore of the lake, upset at the clear trespassing in their territory. Sighing, they started following the tracks, taking care of where they stepped, not wanting to alert any stranger in case they were nearby.

Soon they arrived towards a small river, losing the scent of the strange pack. They saw deep scratches in the dirt and nearby trees, and a quick look told him how the other wolves probably encountered another predator here. Coming closer to the tree Ashlen grimaced, sneezing as they accidentally inhaled hair, yeah the other pack probably encountered a bear around here.

From the signs of the fight, Ashlen could deduce the pack had ran away after a brief fight. They probably were weak, which brought a lot of relief to Ashlen, if they were weak then they probably wouldn’t come back. A quick glance towards where the forest started again confirmed it, blood leading away into the deep of the trees. They most definitively didn’t escape uninjured.

Satisfied, Ashlen turned around and went back to their territory, using the opportunity to patrol the border once again, making sure to reaffirm their scent and clearly delimiting the border of their pack again, to try to scare away the other pack if it came back. Ashlen hadn’t mentioned it to the others, but every day they had started to found more and more trails of the strange wolves, seemingly progressing more and more into their territory.

Ashlen didn’t want to worry the others too much, but they were fairly nervous about this situation. While their companions didn’t understand it clearly, probably since they were raised by humans, Ashlen knew that wolves wouldn’t thread on another wolf’s territory unless they were willing to fight for it. And they were only willing to fight if the wolves were secure in the knowledge they would win the fight.

Ashlen’s pack was weak, all of their members young and inexperienced in the majority. Ashlen really, really didn’t want a confrontation; but as the days dragged in, it became more clear that the possibility was inevitable. Ashlen wasn’t willing to give up without a fight, having grown fond of the mountains they lived in, but they were scared. They are the most apt member of the pack to fight, and they doubted they could take an entire wolf pack on alone. The other pack easily surpassed them on numbers, the tracks too many to belongs to only two wolves.

Sighing, Ashlen turned and started the journey back into their den, the silent Moon already rising high into the sky, determined to get back and check back again on Shivo to see if his injuries were better now.

May the Moon help us, they thought bitterly, I won’t lose the home I just found.

#wolvden #wolvblr #Shivo #Lannel #Glawn #Ashlen #Snippets from Azka #Azka Lore #WERE GOING INTO THE LORE NOW HELL YEAH #foreshadowing everywhere lol #i hope this shows in the tags lmao #ashlen may seem cold but they are the only wild wolf in this weird human raised pack lmao #ashlen knows what is UP

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thecurseoflife · 4 years

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CHAPTER 10 - Free from the curse

This last week had been hell. For everyone. As much for Camalia who had to deal with all of the snakes' twisted ideas than for the prisonners below that couldn't sleep due to the constant torture and screams they heard.

Everyone was tired. Whenever the music mage had a break of pain and suffering, the entire prison instantly fall asleep and desesperatly try to catch up with their lost sleep, until they were woken up by yet another yell.

Varian tried to act like he didn't care, but every single scream made his heart ache. He would never admit it. But to hear that voice that used to laugh and tell jokes to be scratched and destroyed by screams of pain was heart breaking. Andrew and Varian had time to meet, through the sleepless night and the boring days. To be honest, the alchemist did not like the handsome man. The only reason he was still talking to him was because they were stuck in the same room and they had a plan to escape and fix Varian's misdeeds. The last part was probably the one that interested the boy the most. He gave up on asking for Camalia's help, and he needed all help he could help. So far, the plan was mostly just an idea. Overthrow the kingdom and let Varian make a replica of the wand of oblivium and wipe the memory of the entire population.

Up there, Camalia was going through hell every minutes she was conscious. Over time, she learned to welcome the darkness of her mind with open arms. The snakes were more powerful than ever. They were breaking the girl's bone one by one and fixing them then doing it all over again. More than once, she was woken up by being slammed to the ground, opening her wounds again, before the snakes healed them, just enough for her to stand. They were whispering and yelling in her mind, tearing her apart and destroying her spirit. More than once, she lost her mind and tried to break out, breaking her hands and crying, begging for help. More than once, she was found barely breathing on the ground in a pool of blood, and everytime Captain healed her and put her back in the cell, like she asked. More than once her blood was fire when her body was frozen in place, more than once her tears flowed down her face, more than once screams of pain escaped her lips, more than once the lost track of time and space, and more than once she thought of giving up.

But not to give the snakes what they wanted. To give up on this, on everything. To die. But everytime she got back up and launched a swear or a punch to the snakes. She would not let them win, not in any way. Not by playing the melody, not by dying. She will get through this. She will win. She will live.

And anyway, she had a plan.

The thud resonated once again in the prison as Camalia hit the wall and the ground. Witheria hissed with irritation.

-It's going to be a week ! Don't you have quite enough of this ? When will you finally sing this god forsaken incantation ?!

Camalia chuckled as she was slowly getting up, her body trembling, full of cuts and blood.

-I told you, With'. I'll never sing that "god forsaken" song.

The snake slammed her violently with her tail to shut her insolence. She expected the girl to get back up again, but she had blacked out again. Witheria was upset. Decaiera and her had never been that powerful. Feeding on the child's culpability and sadness was really effective. It strongened their hold on the link and allowed them to make more attacks. But no matter what, it looked like nothing could break the girl's will. She sighed in frustration and retreated back into the shadows.

Hours later, Camalia slowly opened her eyes. She tried to get up but a violent headache forced her to lay back down. The music mage reached out for her guitare and played the melody of heal. This time, she played it for a long time, way longer than usual. And this time, she sung the heal incantation.

Flower, glim and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine

She took a deep breath, feeling her arm finally being healed, all her cuts and strain slowly drift away. She kept playing even after she was completely fine, having a thought for the prisonners in the level below that had to deal with her torture every night for a week or two with no rest.

It was tonight. And she prayed that it would work. Because if it didn't, then she would give up.

-Okay Camalia, you can do this. You're smart, you're strong, you've gone this far, you. Can. Do. This. I believe in you !

She got up and got rid of all the dust on her clothes. She strapped the guitare on her shoulders and reajusted her hair. Today was a big day. The music mage had to look nice for the occasion. She could do this. She was so nervous she could throw up right then and there, but she could do this.

She closed her eyes and breathed in and out, focusing her magic in her chest. The familiar warmth built up under her skin. She concentrated, opened her eyes and played one powerful note.

With a deafening explosion, the bars of her cell exploded and whammed against the wall across.

Camalia stepped out and with another note, closed the prison's door. She stood in the middle of the corridor, back on the door, facing the empty hallway. One blink, and it wasn't empty anymore. Two giant black snakes were blocking the view, hissing in a alarmed way.

-My name is Camalia, and today I will perform the song from the heart to free myself from my curse ! As long as the melody will play, neither Witheria nor Decaiera will be able to hurt me. This is the condition. If the song failed, it is that my heart has changed. Then through years and pain, the new song of heart I'll have to gain.

She declaimed that with a clear voice. There was no going back now. The song from the heart had been summoned, she had to play it. It's time. Camalia had to focus.

It had to work. It had to.

The first notes played under the enraged glare of the two snakes, and the music mage started to sing.

I was once a lost little child Wandering in the street And despite my past being wild I was finally allowed to meet A place I could call my house

But I still have those doubts But I still have those thoughts Is my life really worth anything ? Should I really be trying ?

Someone tried to open the prison door, and when they realized it was locked, they started to wham on it to burst it open. Camalia casted all the sounds out, focusing all her senses and energy into the song.

Years after years of staring to one wall Forgetting how the sky looks For the sake and security of all I tried to lose myself in books All alone in my hideout

And I keep having all this doubts And I keep having all this thoughts Why should I be suffering ? Why should I be hiding ?

In the level below, the prisonners felt their exhaustion wear off before a heavy explosion was being heard. At the same time, all the cells magically unlocked. Without a second guessing, everyone started to run away.

-Come on, Varian ! We won't have another chance like this one !

Andrew needed the boy for his plan to work, but this idiot was standing in the corridor, listening to the weird music coming from upstairs. When he saw that the alchemist was still not moving, he turned around and joined the others. Better be free than in jail with a plan.

I never asked to be cursed None of this is my choice This is never what I wanted So please listen to my voice

The hits on the door stopped, as if the person behind it was finally listenning. Varian made it to the last step. His heart missed an heartbeat when he saw the two giant black snakes of his dream, in the exact same position, and with Camalia facing them, except she wasn't dead. She wasn't dying, she was singing her heart out.

Because I kept on yelling and screaming, and pleading, and begging and whimpering But no one ever came And the voices said "you should be ashamed"

Camalia took a deep breath, ready to nail the final lines when she saw her friend and her eyes widened. Noticing the change, one of the snake started to slowly turn to Varian, making him go white with fear. Camalia purposefully missed a note, focusing the snake's attention on her.

-Eyes on me Witheria !

The blue hair strip boy tried to stop the crazy beating of his heart as Camalia resumed her singing.

And I keep having all this doubts And I keep having all this thoughts Why should I be the one crying ? Why shouldn't they be dying ?

The last sentence shook both Varian and Captain behind the door. But nothing could distract the girl anymore and she kept going.

And I keep having all this doubts And I keep having all this thoughts Is this really what wants my heart ? Please someone just help me out

Oh~

And I keep having all this doubts And I keep having all this thoughts Oh how I wish I could be

Anyone but me.

The song ended and everything fell silent. No one moved. Camalia was staring at the two snakes, with hope and despair. Please. It had to work. A soft hiss started to fill the room, until the snakes laughthers were all anyone could hear. Camalia felt everything fall apart. No, it had to work. It was supposed to work. Why didn't it work ? Was her plan to ambitious ? Was she being too confident ? What had gone wrong ? Her legs were numb and her throat was aching, but she couldn't cry. It was too horrible to cry about it. Nothing mattered anymore. It didn't work. It was all Camalia could think about, over and over again. It didn't work. It was her big plan, her last chance. She bet everything on this. And it didn't work.

-Why didn't it work...?

Her voice was nothing but a whisper. In front of her, as she was being swallowed by dark thoughts and as her spirit finally died, the two snakes were laughing and laughing.

And behind them, Varian was seeing his dream come true. He hated Camalia for what she had done to him, but... With a burst of bravery and loyalty, the alchemist jumped over one of the snakes tail and ran to Camalia. He brutally took his former friend by the shoulders and energically shook her.

-Camalia ! Snap out of it ! Stop focusing on what has gone wrong ! You never give up ! You're... You're smart, you're perseverant, and you're happy to be alive, no matter where or how ! I don't know what's going on, I don't know what you are doing, I don't know WHY there is two giant snakes in the hallway of the prison, but I do know you are giving up. But don't ! Don't give up, it's not an answer, it's... It's not a way out, it's a dead end ! Please... You're a great person, Camalia, and I-I don't want you to die.

The girl seemed to emerge at last from her distressed self. She stared in the blue, worried eyes of her friend, like she was seeing him for the first time. She frowned, and took a deep breath.

-Y-Yeah you're right. I don't why it didn't work but... I am not going to stop fighting them. I am not going to give up.

Witheria and Decaiera had stopped laughing, observing what was going on with a lot of interest. The alchemist had a relieved smile and let go. He stepped back behind her. There was nothing he could do against those... Monsters anyway. Camalia stood her ground again, straighten up and glared at the snakes, with determination and confidence.

Witheria narrowed her eyes and an amused smirk appeared on her face. She was about to say something when a surprised squeak was heard beside her. She turn to the horrifyind sight of her sister slowly fading away, as if she was disentagrating into fin air.

-Decaiera !

Witheria tried to move toward her, but she couldn't. She looked down and her tail was gone. The snake chocked, terrified. She couldn't be dying. They were the girl's curse. She couldn't get rid of them, it wasn't possible... It wasn't... On that thought, the giant monster gave her last breath.

Camalia was staring at the now empty corridor, hardly processing what just happened. She felt tears flowding down her cheeks and her knees finally gave up of standing. It worked. Thank all existing superior beings it worked. She started sobbing on the ground, relieved and still worried that it was just another sick torture of one of the snakes. But minutes passed and nothing happened. Varian kneeled behind her and gave her a hug. Of course he was still upset at her, but it was not the place nor the moment to express his feelings. His totally former and past friend needed to be comforted, and since he was a really nice guy, he was there for her. That's all there was. No friendship behind this hug. Just two complete strangers hugging in jail. Nothing to see here, move along.

The slamming on the prison door resumed, making both of the teenagers to jolt. Camalia dried her tears and got up.

-We can't stay here, we have to go.

Varian hesitated. He didn't really want to be on the run again. But if Camalia was about to leave, and she could save his dad... He stood up as well and nodded. He started to run toward the stairs that lead to the level below but Camalia grabbed his sleeve and stopped him.

-What... Are you doing ?

-Escaping ! All the other prisonners went this way, so I thought...

-They did ? Wow, they're dumb. It's a dead end down there. Technically, the only way out is through there.

She pointed at the door that was about to burst any moment from now.

-But lucky you, I know another way.

Camalia started walking in the corridor, counting the cells. She stopped at the 8th one. She entered and started to touch stupidly the wall. Varian followed her and watched her do so with a hint of concern. The music mage's hand sunk in one of the stone, making Varian jump in surprise. He rapidly got closer, only to realize that her hand hadn't been eaten by a rock, she just pushed it, and now an entire underground tunnel was facing them.

-Ta-daaaa !

Varian was in awe.

-How-

-How did I know this was there, right ? Well, it's quite easy, I saw a prisonner escape from the prison through here. Cap and the guards never found out how he did it, and this hasn't been used since. I remember Captain yelling "FLYNN RIDER !" It was a really fun moment. Anyway, it's here now, and we can escape.

-Eugene ?

Camalia turned to him.

-Nope, my name is Camalia. But good try.

She looked quickly outside the cell. The door should be able to hold a few more seconds. The girl rushed in her own cell, took a table stand and went straight back to the tunnel. She grasped Varian in her way, and just as the door exploded in shards, she locked the secret passageway again. It was pitch black in there. Camalia held her guitare, ready to play a melody that'll enlight them, when it strucked her.

-Hum, Varian ?

-What ?

-I... Don't have a melody that produce fire nor light.

The alchemist rolled his eyes in the darkness and took the table stand from her hands. He searched blindlessly on the ground until he found what he needed. He took the two stones and started hitting them together, producing little sparkle every now and then. He took some roots that were sprouting on the ceiling and set them on fire. Then, it was easy to transform the table stand in a torch.

-Woah... How did you do that ?

-Frictions between two matters form energy, heat. If the matters are appropriate and the heat high enough, it can become fire, and so light. Friction between two stones makes sparkle that can caugh dry herbs on fire. Friction between two piece of wood at high speed make smoke, and no smoke without fire. It's just basic physics.

Varian started walking down the gallery. During all his explanation, he didn't look to her even once. His face was shut, and his voice cold. He was still mad at her. Camalia's heart started to ache, but she took a deep breath and went after him. Maybe he was still upset, but he decided to go with her anyway. It was going to be fine.

They were going to be okay.

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makahimetenshi · 6 months

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Perfect connection Chapter 9 - Arthur Maxson x Fem Sole Survivor

THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate. This one would be in the middle of chapter 24 from the original fic

They were resting together naked into the others arms. Nora was still in the Prydwen and Arthur was desesperatly trying to convince her to not scape in whenever moment he goes to take the Wilson Atomatoys Factory. In the second he is gone, she is too, and he was planning all the impossible to change her mind…it was difficult tho. She was difficult.

Lately, she let him rest over her belly, touch with his hand or even place his head, it wasn’t big tho, a bit more than 3 months, almost 4, her swollen belly with their Maxson child inside. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was under the constant menace of she leaving his side…he would be living the dream.

With his cheek against her warm skin his chest feel light and full with a nice sensation, although his mind was all crossed with negative thoughts, stressed about the horrible and inevitable leaving of Nora…

-Tell me something –he said, in one attempt to use the precious moments they still have together. It was awful to have the constant pressure of his rational side telling him that she will leave, and go away but it was…realistic- a secret you planned to take to your tomb

Nora raise an eyebrow and look down, he was resting there with his hands around her hips.

-Why? –he raised his shoulders.

-Don’t be boring, just chatting –she raised her shoulders too and didn’t give it much importance.

-Well you start

-I ask to you

-Then my I ask why?

-Fine, at the same time?-he felt some movement, he supposed she nodded- I believe I had something to do with the disappearance of Sarah Lyons

-I smoke during the first months my pregnancy

Silence.

Damn, and he was the one thinking he throw a bomb

-Really? Why do you think so? –ask the woman to break the silence.

-There were a lot of interest in taking the Lyons out the power, you must heard the comments around the airport-again, movement, she agrees- I was not directly implied of course

-Never would agree to take part on it –now he nodded.

-No, I would never hurt neither of them but its obvious there was interest in using my lastname to take power, I just had to accept it at that moment

-You were just a child –her arms surround him, an he hide his eyes in her belly- trick you with achievements and promotions for their own purposes, I get it

Again, silence, until the man spoke again.

-I don’t think a smoking in the pregnancy creates a psyco killer –Nora punch him in the head, he laughed- come on

-Another one, now you first –he smiled, she was having a good time, it was silly and simple but she liked it.

-Not a secret, just a thought in the background of my mind, never spoke it outloud since no one could answer it but what happened to the raven cameras from the institute once the place was destroyed? They cant receive orders or give any image to anybody anymore. And they weren’t robots, they were synth birds, so theyll live without a scientist care

-They cant reproduce, so eventually they die, I never head a hunting because birds were difficult to hunt even back then-bullshit, it was because Nora didn’t have any shooting skills- also there’s no really difference between a real raven and a synth one unless you blow their heads- he heard and nodded-my turn: my son was an anthropologist –oh? They were talking about Shaun Shaun?

-That’s a science that study human behavior and history right? –she nodded- accurate considering his origins

-He was no real scientist goddamit –she spit with anger, he could feel her muscles get all tense.

-I mean I would not go that far to say that is not a science but…I get you –he heard her breath out from the nose clearly infuriated.

-One of my regrets is not taking the institute under my lead–her nails crawled in his arms.

-Becoming leader you say? –movement back him, she nodded- why? –okay this was confusing

-Such a waste of useful resources –he chuckled, that aint right.

-Its no use if the people working there is rotten to the core –from what she told him the day to day people, the scientist were okay with kidnapping people actively from the surface like they were animals, it was something so…accepted, even to do extreme punishments over silly things like stealing cigarettes and transforming their own people.

-At least save the facilities, it was impulsive from my part to blow the place –one of his hands started to caress her knee bellow the sheets.

-Its no use to think on that now- she look to another side, and Arthurs head moved back to see at her. Melancholic and annoyed.

-I know

#fallout 4 #sole survivor #elder maxson #arthur maxson #makahimefanfic

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shizekarnstein · 5 years

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Ok let's get over this.

This fucking chapter? With the heartwrenching title? This is saddest thing I've read in YEARS.

I'll do a brief commentary of every chatacter.

Reiner: he's done. So done with everything. The only thing that keeps him going is saving those kids and like Bert 5 years ago, to put and end to everything. If they manage to stop Eren and Zeke in his mind everything will be alright. That's why he fought so desesperatly until the end, reafirming his words back from 5 years ago about Eren's possesion of the FT. When he sees Falco's transformation and that Zeke is apparently out of comission, he thinks the mission is over and his last act is to try and save Falco. He's at peace with his choice. Sadly for him Porco beats him to it, and seeing Porco sacrifice himself just like Marcel is the final nail: he snaps. I've never see him like that and wasn't ever aware he possesed that kind of determination. We'll see what's to become of him in the future.

Porco: oh god Porco. Finally touching Reiner, who was touching the FT, allowed him a glimpse into his brothers memory and to at last understand Marcel's feelings and the sheer love he had for him. He manipulated the military just to spare him and even died trying to protect other people. Not only that, he realised one of the reasons he saved Reiner is bc of guilt; after all Reiner was only in that island bc he couldn't bear to see his little brother enduring that burden. When Zeke and Colt are conversing and Zeke states that he totally understands where Colt is coming from, he's deeply shaken. That's why he decides to save Falco. He has the power to, and is once and for all free of all the doubts he had concerning his own brother and his own place in the world. He could had let Falco eat Reiner, but choose to offer up himself. I shed bitter tears for him, bc it was not only very brave but also such a caring gesture; just as his brother chose to save him and later Reiner, and witnessing Colt trying to comfort Falco until the end, he decided that saving Falco was the right thing to do.

Zeke. Agh. Everything about Zeke hurt me. How can someone commit such vicious acts and at the same time remain so utterly human about his decisions? It was portrayed marvelously. Even empathizing with Colts feelings and caring about his former comrades, he still makes the choice to scream and complete his mission. His worry for Eren beyond just a part of his goals has always been clear to me, but I dare anyone to read this chapter and say that Zeke doesn't give a fuck about Eren. He loves him. And seeing himself in Colt and even Eren in Falco shook him so much. He felt remorse for what he was about to do, and decided to sacrificing them still despite of that. Zeke is an amazingly complex character and I can't wait to see what's he going to do now. Did you all see his face and his frantic attempts to reach out to Eren? The sheer sorrow in his eyes when Gabi pulled the trigger? Im devastated along with him.

Colt. I don't know what to say about Colt. Just thinking about him has me sobbing. How he begged and plead with his former mentor to please spare his brother. At that point he didn't give two flying fucks about the war and eldia and marley. The only thing he wanted was his brothers safety. He tried to appeal to Zeke, to remind him that the only reason he had joined up is bc he didn't want his family, a family of former traitors, to be titanized. And after everything he tried that exact scenerio would still happen. He even clarifies that the only thing he wants is time to get Falco away from hearing range, just a few minutes. After all Zeke would never harm children. Sadly, even though his feelings reached Zeke, it's all for nothing. He failed. And even then he spent his last seconds hugging his brother and reassurring him. If that was the end he wasn't about to let go of Falco and leave him alone. He was going to die, and Falco was about to turn into a mindless titan, but he could still share one last embrace with his little brother. After all what's the point anymore if Falco is a gonner? Excuse me I'll never stop crying about this. Colt loved him so deeply and still he couldn't save him how is this ok?????

Eren.

Oh Eren.

A quick check into my profile would tell you that he's my absolute favorite character. As you can guess this chapters been hell to me. There's no much I can say about him without ugly sobbing all over my phone, but here's a few things. Eren cares. His face when he noticed the 104th was out there fighting. His terror that anything bad would happen to one of them again. His expression when he heard Colts pleas. Im 100% sure he's gonna be alright but I didn't need to see a panel of his head getting blown up. It's the stuff of nightmares for me. I love him the best, and seeing him getting hurt like that or even terrified like in the rest of the chapter hits me ten times stronger than if the same thing was happening to any other character. I've already cried rivers over him. And I pray with all my strenght next months delivers swift answers regarding his fate bc Im physically unable to bear this anxiety and sorrow for longer than that.

I could talk about Pieck or the Military of Paradis. I could talk about Armin, Mikasa, Connie and Jean and how great it was seeing them in action again. I could even talk about Floch and how he's again the sole survivor of his squadron in the same fucking city. Even Yelena's creepy panel merits tons of analysis.

Instead of that Id like to end this post talking about Gabi.

Gabi is a character that always made me uncomfortable bc I can't bear the idea of child soldiers. It's sickening and disgusting and all manners of fucked up. Shes a brainwashed child soldier to boot. What a joy. Violence is second nature to her thanks to her enviroment and her training. Beneath all that tho, she is a selfless girl that only wants to save her people.

This chapter we see her grabbing a fucking horse to help Falco get away from the range of Zeke's scream. I teared up right then. After that she witness Falco's transformation along side with Colts death. And then Porcos death. When she sees a chance to stop the man that's the center of all this conflict, filled with grief, she grabs it. That is the same man that wrecked her hometown and caused the deaths of her friends. The same man that's right now running towards Zeke, for who she has mixed feelings bc even if he's betraying them she knew him. It's easier to pour all her pain into Eren, someone she doesn't have sentimental ties with. That's why she shoots. It's easy to understand and even if her sudden mastering of a new gun model without repercutions raises a few eyebrows, that's all there is to it. That a child is so used to violence to make the decision so quickly fills me with pain.

That's all y'all I'll be over here crying my eyes out and praying for Eren.

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You left me ✘ Barry Allen Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: I'm not even gonna talk about my delay because y'all know me. School's last year is busyyyy. Also, angstttt. Tbh I do not consider this one too much angst. But well. I'm having seconds thoughts about the result but let's see it!

Beta: @lyss-91.

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✘ Request: Can you do a Barry Allen X reader and Barry comes home from work and Y/N is gone because she got powers and she couldnt control them so she Avoided Him bc she didnt want to hurt him.

3 HOURS AGO

You looked around with a helpless smile. Every molecule of your body aching, trying to make yourself stop at that exact spot in the middle of the room and wait for him, not just walk through the door and run away.

But you knew that this was the closest act of doing the right thing you would ever do. It wasn't your wish to leave, it was an altruistic need.

You held the piece of paper with her trembling hands while stared at your unique calligraphy in the tough words written there. A single cold tear slipped down your cheek, landing on the letter; proof that it hurt as much as you'd demonstrate into words.

You sniffed and shook your head, pushing these feelings away from your rationality. Doing this was necessary.

Your scarlet boots echoed on the wooden floor as you walked toward the door.

A thump, the door closed.

And there was no love left inside the apartment.

×××

CURRENT TIME

Dear Barry,

No. That could not be happening. It wasn't possible, not even an imaginary option. Someone had tampered with this, right? He was a forensic scientist, he could grab it, take it to the lab and-

Oh Jesus. That’s so cliché, huh? Dear and blah, blah, blah. Not exactly my cup of tea - I always wanted to say that-, the only romantic cliché that I ever experiencied was those annoying butterflies in my stomach everytime you touched my skin.

No, that wit sugary could not be simulated. It was you, his girl.

See? I mean, read? You, even when not by my side, make me act like a chick-flick romance. Bleh.

But that’s not the point. The point is... God, how do I say it without breaking our hearts?

Well, I don’t think there’s a politely way. Even though I'm a writer, I can't make it look softer.

I’m leaving you, babe.

Or the girl he thought that was his.

I’m so sorry, I really am. As much as I know that you won’t believe me, I beg you to do so: I love you. Deeply, desesperatly. Pure as the angel that you are, strong as the devil that I am, I love you. Always did, since the first time that you saw me. Or should I say stalked me on Jitters? Boy, that was creepy.

Barry Allen's first instinct was to laugh softly, as he always did when it was something about you. (Y/N), the love of his life, the incarnated affirmation of such a theory like love at first sight when he rolled his eyes at something Cisco spoke at Jitters - mission: coffee and brownie for Iris and Caitlin - and looked to the side, accidentally laying the green orbs on you, not many months ago. Unfortunately, any sign of happiness or lightness was braked in the deep of the Flash's throat.

You were leaving.

(Y/N), abandoning him.

Something happened. You know how that blue-haired metahuman, who Iris wrote about could control water molecules? I can control fire by myself.

I have no idea how it happened, if anything exploded again or some anomalie inside my blood made BLOW. The thing is, if you look inside our room, you’ll notice that some places are burned. I tried to cover it as best as I could. I wish I could say that is what it is, just this small accident.

But, of course it’s not.

His heart was racing faster than his feet ever could, almost exploding. The air in his lungs was scarce, Barry could feel his throat closing as he gasped in opposition.

It felt like having a panic attack, just as he had when he was a child after his mother's death.

Once again, someone Barry loved was leaving. And he could not do anything about it. Not even now that he was Flash.

He was still that impotent eleven-years-old boy.

Our postman, Mr. Charles, that old, gentle old man? He showed up today while I was home. As aways, he was really atencious, asking about me and you. When we’d get married. But when he extended his arm to give me the mail, I accidently burned his hand.

Holy hell. He tried to process it, though only more questions came to distance the answers, just like his worry about you. You must be feeling so bad, so scared, so... Alone. And Mr. Charles, how was he? Was he still alive? Barry wanted to run. Either with his eyes to finish reading it or with his feet to go away, to you. Yet, there The Flash was paralyzed.

He is okay. Alive, at least.

Reading it was, at least, a relief. Charles was a good man. Unfortunately the good news was attached to a catastrophic thing, as always. After all, Barry Allen did not win, only The Flash did.

He wondered why. Why (Y/N) would do this? He could have helped you, the whole Team Flash could. They dealt with similar things, even worse; they could train you until you found the power of self-control. They would have everything in hand.

The ugly answer came hard and fast, like a punch in the face.

Barry didn't tell you that he was The Flash. In his mind, for noble reasons. Protection. He loved you more than anything and wanted you to stay alive to love even more. The hero did not think that would have such brutal consequences. You screaming when you'd find out? Breaking something? Sleeping with a friend for a few nights? All this was understandable. Painful, but fleeting.

But that? That was fatal.

I love you with every piece of my human being body. You’re the blood in my veins, the happiness in my smile. My sun to the Moon that I am. And that’s why I need to leave.

With the powers of his persona, Barry no longer had to worry about some trivial things. His mind taking too long to understand something was one of those. But at that moment, his brain was in a chaotic loop, which would leave a wound open for a long time.

If he'd gotten home two minutes faster, maybe it would not have happened. If he had been honest with you from the beginning, he could be comforting you now. So many 'ifs' and only a reality.

If I hurt you, I wouldn’t survive. Neither would you.

Barry's body was burning. What an irony. It was like he was about to vomit, hands shaking. The tears did not come, too frightened to see the outside world that called them so persistently. Was it his system trying to save himself by noticing that his heart was deteriorating, his senses were already leaving him?

We could just be sleeping and suddenly you'd get a burn. Or worse. I can't deal with that. I can't be okay with being around people while I am not able to control it. Me.

How strange. I always saw metahumans as people and not its. Clearly, because they are. No matter how bad they've become. Yet, right now all I feel is like an it.

I became a it.

I wonder if they felt like that. If I'll ever feel as powerful as some of them seem to.

I need to go, Barr. To far away, to find answer.

The forensic scientist knew he could faint anytime, he was giving up his own mind.

Keep being everything this worlds needs, my nerd.

Always yours,

(Y/N).

You were out there. Alone, scared. Of course, you could handle yourself. He was fully aware of that. Still, Allen knew how hard it was to deal with such powerful things. Especially when your contact time with the new part of yours was so horrendous.

And it was his fault. He felt it.

All of it.

Barry ran away and checked the city countless times, that only took a few seconds. (Y/N) wasn't anywhere to be seen, she had probably even left the state. He went back to the apartment, grabbing the letter again. Rethinking and oscillating between his human and heroic speed to do so.

He'd lied to you for months, and still had the audacity to kiss you and promise things that he clearly could not keep up. Barry Allen let his bright star melt and trickle down his pale fingers, hurting both him and you in the process.

And (Y/N) was gone.

His mother was gone.

His father was gone.

Finally, his body forgot that foolish resistance, surrounding to its breakdown. The Scarlet Speedster, Barry fell to the ground in a thundering noise, the tear-stained letter crumpled in his right hand while he put his head between his legs and cried as hard as he could.

He was gone.

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