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popopretty · 3 years

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Storm Bringer Spoilers (2)

I translated another part from the novel to give a bit more insights on Dazai’s scheme this time. This time from the perspective of Adam, the AI inspector. Even though it may sound contradictory to what Dazai told Verlaine before, I personally think that they were not all lies, which is kinda sad and terrifying at the same time.

Feel free to re-translate it if you want. Just note that I am not 100% confident with my translation and some of the meanings might be lost through bridge-translation.

[CODE;03]

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A rain of bullets flew towards me. I opened the shock-resistant shield from my forearm. This shield is like an umbrella. It is coated by a superalloy that is resistant to heat and shock. It can ward off most small-scale mass attacks. It is a custom-made product that was designed to withstand the high energy of Arahabaki. All the full metal jacket bullet slid through the surface of the shield and landed behind me. Three shots didn’t slide but stopped when touching the surface, peeling off the alloy surface with their kinetic energy. But the damage was minor.

I leapt with my shield still raising. I stepped on the soldiers’ rifles and did a double leap. Upon landing at the wall behind them, I bounced back and hit them from the back. It was a light attack that can break some ribs, I knew it from the sensor. First one down. While I was still above the soldiers, I bent my leg like a sickle and swept the legs of another one, knocking him off the ground. When he fell down, I injected him with a dose of medicine from the needle on my finger. That made two.

However, while I was busy suppressing these two soldiers, the other one had more than enough time to raise their guns. Three of them were aiming at me. My hands were both on the floor and bearing my body weight, I couldn’t raise my shield. I did a high-speed search for a countermeasure. None of them would make it in time.

I ended up not needing a countermeasure.

The soldiers spasmed with the sound from an electric shock and dropped their guns. After a few seconds of agony, they lost their strength and collapsed.

I didn’t do anything.

Behind the soldiers, from the corridor on the other side of the door, I saw the savior who saved my day. That was someone I really didn’t expect.

“How boring.”, that person said as he lowered his Taser gun. “You use electric to knock down people, but all they do is to collapse. Boring.”

“You are... Port Mafia’s...”

Dazai Osamu.

The person who brought Chuuya-sama to the Port Mafia.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Inspector. Where is Chuuya?”

The boy of the same age as Chuuya-sama asked me, as he threw off the Taser gun.

“Chuuya-sama is...”

“Well, based on the time, has he been caught? Or is it about time he was rescued?” Dazai-san walked over the unconscious soldiers and came towards me. “If that’s the case then it’s not fun at all. I couldn’t see Chuuya weeping when he was tortured.”

“Tortured? Chuuya-sama?”

So Chuuya-sama was captured and tortured? It’s possible. But how can this boy know all of that? Why is he here in the first place? If I remember correctly, Dazai-san is the nullification ability user, the trump card against Verlaine. And I am pretty sure we tried to contact him because of that but couldn’t get through at all. So why is he here, right now?

“You will ask me why I came. I will answer, “Because it is a part of the plan.”. You will ask me what the plan is. And I will answer, “Everything. From the beginning to the end, I have this whole Verlaine incident in the palm of my hand. And then you will ask what I mean by that.”

In order to understand what Dazai-san said, I analyzed the information with high priority by my processor. However, Dazai-san’s thinking was even faster than that. I had to give it my best just to catch up with him.

“I will then say, everything literally means everything. All Verlaine’s targets, including the detective and the researcher, were decided based on the information that I gave him. It means his assassination planning procedure is also my procedure. Now you will ask me, “Why did you do such a thing?””

That’s it. That’s exactly what I want to know. What Dazai-san said just now strongly suggested that he had joined hands with Verlaine. There is a high possibility that he was the one who pulled the strings behind the death of the detective, and Chuuya-sama’s current serious situation. In another word, betrayal. Depending on his response, it might become another battle here.

However, Dazai-san’s final answer was far beyond my expectation.

“To buy time, before Verlaine could get to his final target. His final target is Port Mafia’s Boss, Mori Ougai. Mori san was supposed to be the first in his list, but thanks to me handing him the list, he has been changed to the last one. Thanks to the time I have bought, I am almost done with a plan to reverse-assassinate him. But before that, I have one last thing to finish.”, Dazai-san said with a smile as he reached out his hand and helped me get up.

Then he stared into the middle of nowhere, and said with the eyes of a wizard who could see through everything, “Chuuya will kill N at this rate. Then he will cease to be human. But I want to see Chuuya suffering as a human. So I’m going to stop him.”

***

The alarm went off as if the disaster that will destroy the world has finally come. The emergency lights went red and the scene of the facility changed completely. It is like we were inside a monster’s stomach. The wireless feeds were released to all the general staff and the warnings were being called repeatedly on all lines.

Intruders in the Lab area. The internal information staff are to dispose of the prescribed materials and leave the premise immediately. The operation staff are to be ready for action with first-class equipment. This is not a drill. This is not a drill.

I continued my work, while removing the noisy warnings from my hearing options. We pushed the unconscious Shirase-san into the equipment storage room. I closed the door and applied the electric lock.

“I have changed the lock here into the time-varying encryption type. That way, Shirase-san will be safe for a while.”

“Thank you. Next is Chuuya.”, Dazai-san said so then walked away as if he didn’t care about Shirase-san at all.

“Please wait, Dazai-san.”, I called out to him. “About Chuuya-sama, you just said “as a human being”? Do you know if Chuuya-sama is a human or not?”

I somehow had a strange expectation that a person like him would know the truth. I didn’t have any reasons, but I felt that. It’s human’s arrogance to think that intuition and inspiration do not exist for us machines. If it’s something humans can do, then I can do it too.

“I don’t know.”, Dazai-san said simply. But his eyes slightly narrowed like he was having some deep thoughts. “Both N and Verlained said that Chuuya was not human. But I think there is more than that. Because I have read this notebook, this Rimbaud’s Memoir. To some extents, the incidents this time all started from this memoir.”, Dazai-san said, taking out an old leather-bound notebook from his pocket.

Rimbaud’s Memoir!

I quickly scanned the notebook that Dazai-san had. This might be the real thing. This might be. Rimbaud’s Memoir is a kind of journal that the dead spy Rimbaud kept in secret before his mission. It contains information related to the spy missions during the Great War, so even though there were rumors about it, there was no information that it has ever been found.

“Just what have you done to get your hand on that?”

“You can try to ask, but I will just tell you lies anyway. Because I am a liar.”

A mysterious smile appeared on Dazai-san’s face. I ran him through my lie detector sensors but there was no responses. His vital signs are almost the same as of a sleeping person. The output data is too normal for such a condition. This is not normal. Just who in the world is this boy?

“We do not really have time to hold a tea party and chat here. We have to find Chuuya first.”, Dazai-san scratched the back of his neck and said with a dim voice.

“How can we find him?”

“Finding Chuuya is always easy.”, Dazai-san smiled as if he already saw through everything. “We just look in the direction with the loudest noise.”

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vdlest · 3 years

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You matter

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Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary:

You and Bucky together with the other Avengers went to Florida for a mission. When your ex-suitor were also in the same area, your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is triggered by your ex's words. How can you make him feel better?

Warning:

Jealousy

A little bit of smut

Swearing

You and the rest of the Avengers are staying in the safehouse for a few days now. This mission lasts longer than you think. But since you are in a mission with your Bucky, everything seems alright. However, things became off-handed between you and Bucky upon the arrival of your ex-suitor, Frank, who is currently working under Stark Industries.

It turns out that Frank has been living in Florida for quite some time now, so Stark thought he'd be useful to this mission. On the other hand, you haven't seen Frank since high school and you must admit that you also liked him back then, but that's not important anymore since you're happy with your relationship with Bucky.

Speaking of Bucky, the guy clearly doesn't like Frank that much. He hates it when he is too confident when talking to you and the rest of the team. It's like he's showing you that he is better than Bucky, but you have no care or concern about how he thinks. All that matters to you are your work as an Avenger, your friends, and the love of your life.

"Sir, the information I gave you could be accurate if only Mr. Barnes here did not intervened and change the strategic plan I made based on my research," Frank said.

Everyone is in the dinning room for a meeting of what happened in yesterday's tasks.

"Excuse me," Bucky glared at Frank as he points himself, "Are you seriously blaming me for your inaccurate research?" he asked then he chuckled, "I am not the one who made that research, boy. So whether I intervened or not, your strategic plan could've worked out."

Whenever Frank and Bucky would be in the same room, a heated argument should be expected.

"Enough," Steve stopped Bucky and Frank, "We should just think of something else. We're running out of time already," he pointed out.

"Y/n and I could sneak off the building tomorrow morning and we'll give access to Barton and Banner," Wanda suggested.

"Yeah, I think the only way to get this mission done and over with is to use the "disguise & sneak off" tactic," you added in support of Wanda's suggestion. You turned to Steve, "Once Barton and Banner are in to hack the security system, the rest of you can take it from there."

Steve seemed to like your plan so he nodded and asked all of you to get the rest you all need because you have an early day tomorrow.

You left the dinning room alongside with the other Avengers, while Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Bucky are left inside the dinning room to finish their whiskeys that they started before the meeting. You're about to go to the kitchen to grab something to drink with Wanda and Nat when Frank approaches you.

"Hey Nat, Wanda, go ahead and find something to drink. I'll go catch up," you said to Wanda and Nat, they gave you a nod. Wanda gave you a warning look, she knows how jealousy and Bucky don't match up well enough. You faced Frank, "Hey, you need somethin'?" you asked him.

Frank smiled at you, "I was wondering if you want to go and visit a few places the day after tomorrow and before you and your friends go back home," he proposed.

You didn't want to be rude but you are not clearly into him anymore and you know that he isn't the guy you want to be with in visiting tourist places here in Florida. It's Bucky.

You clicked your tongue, "That's a very nice offer Frank, but I don't think it's a good idea."

His face turned into a disappointment, "It's Bucky, isn't it?"

You nodded, "Frank, Bucky and I are together. He's my boyfriend. I know things were pretty well between us during high school, but we didn't make it because it wasn't meant to be at all. So, let's just be friends and stay like that." You wanted to tell him about this since you got here in Florida, but he keeps on disregarding whatever you say about your relationship with Bucky.

Unknown to you, Bucky's near both of you and can actually hear your conversation with Frank.

"But y/n..." Frank moved closer to you and held both of your arms, "...he was a killer. He's the winter soldier. He killed millions of people."

You moved a step back away from him, making you free from his hands. You gave him a disbelief look upon moving away from him.

"You don't know him, Frank," you shook your head and glared at him, "You don't know who Bucky is. You may know him as the winter soldier but it wasn't him. He didn't have a choice when he did those awful things. He is the love of my life and the bad things you're telling me about him won't change how I feel for him. First of all, you have no right to judge him. You have no idea who he is."

Before Frank could say anything in reply to you, Bucky approached both of you. He stood besidd you as he give Frank a death defying stare.

"Say another word and I will break your neck. You'll see the winter soldier you are telling y/n about," Bucky said.

"See, y/n!" Frank said as he waved his hand to motion towards Bucky, "He killed lots of people from the past and he could do it again! He's a threat to your life, he's a threat to every man's life!"

You saw Bucky clenched his jaw and how his knuckles been wanting to punch Frank's face, but you immediately put your hands on his shoulder to calm him down. Steve, Tony, Bruce, and Clint came out of the dinning room and were already sensing not so good things between Bucky and Frank.

"Frank, I don't think it's advisable to go across my pal," Steve said as he drag Frank away from Bucky.

"Wait, Steve," you stopped Steve from dragging Frank away. You walked towards Frank and held him in his collar, his feet can't even touch the ground anymore as you lift him up in the air, "Bucky is not the winter soldier, he never was and he never will be. Put that in your mind. You understand?" when he did not answr you, you tightened your grip on him, "Do you understand?!" you repeated.

"Yeah, yeah! I understand." he answered.

The moment you put Frank down, Steve and Clint dragged him outside and talked to him.

You turned around to face Bucky, but when you're about to approach him, he walked away and went straight to your room.

"He's still sensitive about the winter soldier thing," Stark said behind you. He taps your shoulder before making his way to the kitchen where Nat and Wanda are, "You should go and talk to him. Make out after," he joked.

•••

You did not have to knock on the door of the room that you and Bucky shared in the safehouse, it is open and it is also your room anyway. When you entered the room, you found him near the window, staring outside and you could feel that he's thinking of something.

"You know what Tony asked me to do after I talked to you?" you closed the door behind you and rested your back against it, "He said we should make out."

It was just you, trying to lighten up the mood.

But he did not even dare to look at you. He is just staring at the glass window and what's outside.

"Bucky," you walked towards the edge of the bed, which is only a few inches away from where he is standing, "You know he's just trying to tear us apart. Whatever he said was all a lie," you reached for his hand to make him face you.

His eyes met yours, making you see how Frank's stupid and baseless words affected him. He has always been sensitive when someone is bringing up his past. He is not denying the fact that it was part of his past, but he also know that it wasn't him anymore.

You put his hand on your cheeks and leave a few kisses on his palm while your eyes are still with him, "No matter what happened in the past, it doesn't dictates who you are now. You are a different person from who was inside your head before. It doesn't even matter what happened in the past, only you and I matter. You matters, only you. So please, stop doing this to yourself over and over again," you said, almost in a pleading voice.

"I'm not affected by the fact that people are still seeing me as the winter soldier or who I was before, but I..." he kneel in front of you as he grabbed both of your hands, "...I am asking myself if I really do deserve you."

"You what?" you asked and you shook your head, "Bucky, come on. We're really doing this shitty conversation? Of course you deserve me. When you and I became a couple, there's not a day or any time of the day that I'd find myself smiling like a fool. Whenever you're out of my sight, in a mission or something, I'd find myself longing for you, your hug..." you pulled him towards you as you lay on the bed and putting him on top of you, "...your touch, and most of all..." you twisted your finger in his dog tag and pulled him closer to you, "...your kiss." you said before you kissed him on his lips.

You didn't have to wait, he kissed you back as soon as he felt your lips against his.

You found yourself deepening the kiss both of you are sharing, and few seconds later his hand moved to your waist and the vibranium one removed strands of hair blocking your face.

He pulled from your kisses as he caresses your face, "How did I get so damn lucky to have you, y/n?" he asked as he look into your eyes deeply.

You smiled, "We're both of lucky. We'll talk about your cocky attitude later, but for now..." you pushed yourself up and push him on the bed as you straddle him on his waist, "...I need you to do me."

He smiled as he pull your shirt up, undressing you and leaving you on your brassiere, "Oh, on the contrary..." he pulled himself up and unclasps your bra, "...I'm the only person who deserves you."

You grin but before you could say anything, he kisses you and claims your lips like a hungry beast and you're his last meal. While he's busy ravishing you with his lips, your hands are busy unbuttoning his shirt, but when you ran out of patience, you just rip it off.

Upon hearing the shattering sound of fabrics, he stopped kissing you, surprised with your aggressiveness, "Did you also learned that from Nat?" he asked.

You chuckled, "No, I learned that with you, asshole. Now stop talking, just do the work."

He pinned you against the bed, feeling the matress behind you as he slowly tug your pants down alongside with your panties.

"Spread your legs for me, and let me taste you, my love."

You obliged and spread your legs to the hungry man in front of you.

"This is gonna be a long night, so hang on and let me make it up to you," he said before he went down between your legs, remembering that Tony told you to make out, but you ended up doing a lot more. MORE.

-v.dl

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ah-ga-seven · 4 years

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Till’ The End of Summer - Chapter 1

>> series masterlist <<

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 3.2K

Genre: Angst, Fluff,

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overall pretty tame.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;) Also the first chapter sucks and is more of an introduction so pls give ch 2 a chance lmaoo, it’s juicy, i promise.

You were exhausted.

Your second year of college had passed like a whirlwind and you didn’t even have the time to realise.

Deadline after deadline after deadline had passed and you finally handed in your last paper of the year.

You sigh in relief. The pent up tension leaves ur body and the stress seems to fade more and more as the seconds pass. You stare blankly at your laptop screen. Still not quite realising how you managed to write ten thousand words of scientific research just 3 days before the deadline.

You feel two firm hands on your shoulders, massaging you as a way to show comfort “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

The voice and sudden skinship startled you a little but as soon as you realise who it is, you relax in his touch.

You remove your Airpods and look up at your best friend, Soobin, who sat down next to you at your favourite secluded table in the school’s cafeteria. It’s where your friends could always find you if you had work to do.

“I just might” you sigh throwing your head back. And suddenly a huge grin crept up your face. Which worked contagiously as Soobin instantly started to smile back at you.

“I did it. I finished all of the work.” You say putting your hand on your forehead dramatically.

Soobin chuckled nudging your shoulder. “I told you, you’d be fine. You always manage to pull through even though you procrastinate so much.” He says as he high-fives you.

You pout at his statement. Yes. It’s a serious problem. “I just-”

You stop your sentence midway as that god walks into the cafeteria. His confident stride to the soda machine dressed in simple athletic wear made your jaw drop slightly. He was sweaty, probably from basketball practice. His chestnut hair damp, cascading his forehead and prickling his eyes. He blinked a few times before blowing the hair out of his face with his pouty lips.

You swallow harshly at the sight and Soobin follows your gaze. You hear him chuckle, right before he flicks your forehead.

“Maybe if you stopped drooling over my roommate, you would’ve been able to focus.”

You send him a glare, kicking his knee under the table, making him yelp out in pain, which caught someone’s attention.

Yeonjun takes out his soda from the machine as his head snaps in your direction. He smiles and approaches your table. Your heart decided to do martial arts in your chest with every step he took towards your table.

You look away from his gaze quickly pretending to be busy with your laptop.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yeonjun said ‘bro-fiving’ Soobin.

“Nothing much, just the usual abuse from miss thing here,” Soobin says sending you a look as he rubs his knee.

“Abuse? I didn’t know you were into that.” Yeonjun says giving you a coy smile, and you nearly choked at his words, looking at him wide-eyed.

You try your best to keep your cool, but Yeonjun was leaning against your chair, inching dangerously close, looking over your shoulder.

“Watchu working on?” he asks cutting the tension.

Oh Yeonjun, always so friendly and interested. If only he knew the effect he had on you. Or the effect he had on at least half of the female and male population of your elite college.

“N-nothing. I mean I just finished it. It’s the paper for Mr. Davis’s class. The last one, so summer can finally start.” You ramble, not sure why you’re telling him all of these details. It’s not like he cares.

You take a mental note to shut up, stealing a quick glance from Soobin who was awkwardly shifting in his seat.

Yeonjun let out a chuckle, patting your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it. This paper will give you an advantage next year right?”

You look up in confusion. “How’d you know?”

“Soobinnie here told me that this paper was the reason you bailed on the party two days ago. Such a shame, would’ve been nice to have you there you know…” Yeonjun says a little lost in thought absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Was he? Flirting?

“I have all the time in the world now, so if you want to see me so badly, just give me a call.” You say confidently crossing your arms. You were testing him, and he seemed amused by your sudden confidence.

Soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. Yeonjun is a notorious fuckboy. A star player of the basketball team, rich, handsome, charming but also his best friend and teammate. You were also his best friend that he had known since childhood, which means that the two of you were a recipe for disaster in his books.

The two of you planned to go to the same college since your parents pushed you to do so, but also because you two are joined at the hip since birth. Oh and did you mention that Soobin was the one with the full basketball scholarship, while you had to rely on your actual brain to get one?

Ever since you started college and were introduced to Choi Yeonjun, you had a meaningless crush on him. But since time passed and you got close to Soobin’s friends and vice versa, your feelings towards him seemed to escalate and you could tell that Yeonjun was into you too. You just didn’t know in what way.

Soobin always tried his best to keep you two apart because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Soobin knew Yeonjun was just going to be in it for the sex and is not ready for a relationship in any way or form.

But Soobin also knows that if you have set your mind to something, there’s absolutely no way that he can talk you out of it. You have always had a fascination for bad boys, wanting to fix them and then crying to Soobin about it when it didn’t work out. It might be the quality he hates about you the most.

But this time it was different. This time it was between two people that Soobin genuinely cared for. So he was against the two of you having any type of relationship other than friendship.

Soobin cleared his throat, diverting the attention back to him. “That sounds nice and all, but I think y/n will be going back home for summer. Right?”

You’re confused by Soobin’s sudden cock blocking and raise your eyebrow at him.

“No, actually. I’m not. Not this year. My parents are traveling through Europe so there’s nothing for me to go home to.” You say. Soobin knows about this. So why would he mention you going back home?

“Well. That’s great. Then we can finally hang out with the whole squad without any of us bailing because of school work.” Yeonjun says smiling.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll…see you around?” Yeonjun asks staring at you intently. You just nod in response giving him a smile, which he returned to you immediately. It was more of a smirk than a smile though and you could swear his eyes wandered to your chest, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

“See you back home bro” Yeonjun said patting the younger one on his shoulder before walking off.

As Yeonjun was out of sight, your head snaps back to Soobin, who was glaring at you.

“What was that about,” you say crossing your arms, fire spitting from your pupils.

“That’s so NOT happening” Soobin states taking a sip out of his water bottle while keeping eye contact.

“Excuse you?” you say lost for words.

Soobin just shrugs, he’s visibly annoyed and you know not to push his buttons right now but you decide to do so anyway.

“Listen, I know you’re practically my brother and all. But you’re not. So I don’t see why you need to act like you are, I like him Soobin. Let me explore my feelings for him a little.” You say in a hushed tone trying not to sound too bitchy, but Soobin just scoffs in response, rolling his eyes at you.

“It’s your feelings that I’m worried about y/n, cause he certainly doesn’t care. He just wants to fuck. If he actually liked you, he wouldn’t look at you like you’re a meal. He’d look at you with affection.”

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re not so sure if you should bite back at him. Instead, you let him explain some more as you wave your hand at him as a sign for him to continue.

“I care about both of you. I just don’t want this y/n, because when worse comes to worst I will have to choose, and then I will choose you and everything will go to shit. I am his captain, we have the same group of friends, we share multiple classes, hell, we share a whole apartment” Soobin sighs massaging his temples.

“Ok…Ok…Jesus” you give in.

“I promise; I won’t engage” you pout.

“Good,” Soobin says. “Please for once just…listen to me. Trust me, he’s not the type of guy to want a relationship right now.”

“Ok.” You sigh. “But this means you and your girlfriend will be stuck with me all summer then.”

Soobin looks up, confused at how easy it was to talk you out of it. He smiles at you sweetly and his eyes disappear into crescent moons as he does so. “I can’t wait to get mani-pedi’s.” He laughs sarcastically clapping his massive hands together cutely while visibly relaxing in his seat.

Suddenly your heart gets all soft at the sight of the giant baby in front of you. In a way he is right. He’s telling you all the things that you already knew. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Soobin for some dumb crush you had on a college boy.

“Soobin is just the captain cause he’s the tallest” Yeonjun argues.

You giggle at his childish statement. You were at the park off-campus with some of your friends. Soobin had his arm draped around his girlfriend Mia’s shoulder while she leaned into him. They were disgustingly adorable. And every time they displayed a little too much PDA all of your friends would throw snacks at them.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had also joined you on the picnic. You were sitting with your legs draped over Beomgyu’s so there would be enough space for everyone on the blanket you brought.

All of you munched on different types of snacks. And you tried your hardest to keep your distance from Yeonjun without making it obvious.

“Soobin hyung is the captain because he’s not as full of himself as you are” Taehyun said, making everyone but Yeonjun laugh.

He gave Taehyun the glare of death and pouted afterward to show playfulness. “I get no respect in this household” Yeonjun sighs as he throws an M&M at Tae’s head, which he dodged just in time.

Your heart did a jump at the sight of his pout and as if he could sense it, Yeonjun made eye contact with you.

He smirked, looking away when you did.

Mia looked at you, narrowing her eyes as she saw the way you two were stealing glances from each other like high school kids.

Mia was one of your closest friends whom you had introduced to Soobin in the first year. They started dating not long after they met. And from time to time you still remind them of the fact that if it weren’t for you, they’d be sad and lonely.

Mia knew you like the back of her hand, just like Soobin did. So keeping a secret from either of them was basically impossible. The two of them tend to gang up on you a lot. Even though you know It’s out of love and concern, it’s still really fucking annoying sometimes. Especially when it comes to your love life.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say getting up. Beomgyu reluctantly removed his arm from your leg and uses it as a supporting rod for you to get up.

You smile and thank him, which made Yeonjun narrow his eyes at the two of you, which Mia also noticed.

Soobin however was lost in deep conversation with Hueningkai about some Math problems he had.

Huening was a freshman, just like Tae, but since they were on the basketball team as well, they were all pretty close. And they helped each other out whenever they could.

You admired their friendship and were happy to call them your friends as well.

“I’ll come with you,” Mia says untangling her man's arms from her waist as she tries to get up, earning a sad pout from Soobin in return. “Come back soon,” he said sighing.

“Don’t be disgusting” Yeonjun and you say at the exact same time. Earning chuckles from everyone.

You look at each other surprised and laugh like the two of you were in your own world.

This time, Soobin noticed, and you try your best to avoid his gaze.

“You two are just bitter cause you’re single” Taehyun stated throwing his head back in evil laughter.

“Well so are you, so are all of you except for them so what’s your point exactly” Yeonjun bites back giving Taehyun a beaming smile while stuffing his face with a handful of the chocolates.

“Ehm, shall we?” Mia nudged you and you nodded as the boys’ bickering became background noise while you walked off together.

“Why do chicks always go to the bathroom together” Hueningkai questioned with genuine curiosity.

“So they can talk shit in private,” Beomgyu said wiggling his eyebrows.

As Mia and you walked further and further from your spot, Mia looks over her shoulder to determine if it’s a safe enough distance to start gossiping.

“Dude” she nudges you while speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why were you and Yeonjun literally eye-fucking each other in front of everyone.”

Your eyes grow wide and you turn around facing her. “Eye-fucking” you repeat her, suppressing a chuckle while trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“I think you’re seeing things.” You say shrugging.

“Am I y/n?” she looks at you with a stern expression, and this time you’ve had about enough.

You sigh in frustration as you open the door to the public bathroom entrance.

“Look, Soobin already gave me the ‘Yeonjun is a fuckboy so stay away’ lecture, I really don’t need to hear it again.”

“Soobin lectured you about not engaging with Yeonjun?” Mia says surprised.

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t know? I thought he told you everything.”

Mia sighs. “If you like him, who’s Soobin to tell you what to do with those feelings?”

Your jaw drops, in awe of the fact that she’s siding with you on this one. “But if he hurts you, I’ll break his ankles.” She says determined, with her psycho protective smile. Ah, there it is.

“Well. Soobin really gave me an ultimatum. He basically says that if things end badly, he would have to choose between us and that it’d ruin not only his friendship but the team’s teamwork and everything. I don’t want to have that on my conscience just because I’m lusting over Yeonjun.”

Mia nearly busted a lung laughing and you cocked your eyebrow at her in surprise. “What are you laughing about” you try to suppress a smile, amused by her sudden outburst.

“He. Is. So. Dramatic” she says still recovering from her laughing fit.

“He is?” you ask genuinely interested in her point of view.

“Yes, he is. Look I don’t want to be the one to push you into toxicity or anything but we know Yeonjun. He is sweet? And nice. And he has never given me an off vibe. I can tell he has eyes for you, the only problem is that a lot of girls have eyes for him too and that can become a problem. The issue is if YOU can handle that.” Mia fixes your hair while she speaks and you sigh.

She’s right. “But Soobin”

“Oh fuck Soobin, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just live a little. What’s the worst that could happen.”

“Did you pee out the whole lake? That took forever.” Soobin states yanking Mia back into his lap.

“I missed you,” he says nuzzling his face in her neck.

“Ok, gross.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“There was a line” you lie walking over to Yeonjun’s side, sitting down between him and Hueningkai this time. This action earned a look from Soobin, who was basically cursing at you with his eyes, all while Mia smiled at you knowingly. It also earned a look from Yeonjun, he looked at you surprised but content, and he gave you a sweet smile, his facial expression softened immediately when you nudged him playfully as you sat down next to him.

The whole afternoon was spent laughing and bickering. Listening to the boys’ none sense and Taehyun making snacks disappear and appear with his never-ending magic tricks. All while the six of you were busting your brains trying to solve Hueningkai’s mathematical equations for his engineering class.

Yeonjun inched closer to you from time to time. The both of you were in charge of the music that was blasting from your portable speaker. You compared your Spotify playlists and noticed how much you have in common with him music-wise. It was fun seeing Yeonjun becoming all passionate about his favourite artists, it certainly didn’t help the fact that you were trying to keep a distance from him. Cause his cute little mannerisms and the way he gets so engrossed in his storytelling made you fall for him even more. Face first to be exact.

From time to time you would feel Yeonjun’s gaze linger on you. He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours or he would touch your thigh, asking you to pass him another can of soda.

It was a lot, but you couldn’t say you hated it.

“It’s getting late” Taehyun says getting up. “We need to prepare for the party tonight”

his statement earned hums, moans, and groans from everyone.

“Whose party?” you asked.

“Johnny. That senior from the photography major” Yeonjun answered, looking at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re coming right?”

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Dude this is a disaster,” you say rummaging through your clothes while you were on Facetime with Mia. “I don’t have anything to wear”

Mia rolled her eyes at you. “You trying to impress someone?” she said stuffing her face with seaweed chips.

You stare at her through the screen “Listen, you little shit. Just because you’re in a happy marriage doesn’t mean you get to be all sarcastic and judgy”

She snorted “Marriage!? Oh please. You’re just trying to impress Yeonjun and that’s fine. Just wear something that covers the least amount of skin, he’ll like it.”

“You’re a menace to society” you state, Mia shrugs at your choice of words and laughs. “But you’re right.” You give in grabbing a strappy lilac mini dress. “Then I guess this is contestant number one”

“Ooh, yes! Love that, wear that.” Mia enthusiastically exclaims giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought this was going to be, I’m gonna finish getting ready. You and Soobin are picking me up, right?”

“Yes, we are. Be ready at 11.”

“Alright, see you, bye”

“Bye.”

You throw your phone on your bed and hold the dress in front of your figure, looking at yourself in the mirror. You sigh, getting a rush of anxiety and butterflies in your stomach as you think of seeing Yeonjun again tonight.

Let’s see where this goes.

Chapter 2

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 3 years

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'Ello! Same user here! I was wondering if you could make a part 2 to the story of my last request, one where the reader is confronted by her ex-friends at an event and Albert goes off on them how far she's coming compared to them along the reader getting the last laugh before Albert gets rid of the ex for good, if you don't mind!

Ofc I don’t mind. Sweet revenge is coming up next 😈. Anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy!

You are not alone Part 2 (Wesker x F!Reader)

•Link to Part 1

Warnings: none.

Wesker received an invitation to an event. The host was a man who introduced him to Miss Gionne and if it wasn’t for this big favour, Wesker wouldn’t go. In fact, he thought about getting some time off from his work since he felt overwhelmed with the incredible amount of tasks he needed to complete in order to finish Uroborus project. If this succeeded, it would be his biggest achievement in life, not to mention a reminder that he broke free from his chains and escaped his abuser. However, every brilliant mind needs a break from the activities to avoid burnout.

He talked with his lover about the party and she was excited to go with him. It would be the first time when they exposed their relationship publicly so she was nervous because Wesker is not an ordinary man, in contrary, his name is well known and people tremble when they hear it. Her image also impacted his.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to go?” Wesker noticed she was lost in her own thought.

“Yeah, but, I don’t think I fit. I’m not from your world. I’m just a normal virologist who graduated a normal college.”

Wesker remained silent for a second then he bursted out in laugh.

“Dear, you’re perfect the way you are. I don’t care about these social constructs, and if someone has something to say about your appearance I’ll make sure it will be the last thing they say.” He put his big thumb to his neck and drew a line. “Come on get dressed.” Before leaving the room he stoped in the doorframe and smirked. “I won’t tolerate delays.”

That being said, she had little time to prepare. These aristocrats must a lot of money to throw parties like this out of the blue. Fortunately she found a black gown without sleeves with an open back and trail which fit her body well, but it missed something. She kept searching until she found a golden snake accessory that can be wear on her back. It was beautiful and it would cover her whole exposed back. She remembered her ex saying that she doesn’t have a proper sense of style to wear that accessory but she got it anyway. Tonight she’s going to wear it and she’s going to be confident in her own skin.

The penthouse looked really expensive even if it was very crowded and you could barely see any furniture. However, when they arrive, with all the music and noise that was, everyone noticed them and they didn’t put any effort to hide the fact that they were starring at you. Their eyes were piercing your soul, unveiling any secret and details about you, stomping in into your life and violating your space. They were eating you alive.

The party followed its natural course after that. She recognised a few big names there, but they couldn’t compare to Albert. The only man who wore sunglasses indoor was the main star of the night, not like he didn’t enjoy it. He didn’t let go of her hand the whole night, a sign of him being proud to have such a woman beside him and probably he fell her being nervous. He introduced her to everyone he met and only spoke good words about her, how she help him a lot in his research and how fast she proved her worth to the company. The conversations were short as many people wanted to talk with him. She wondered how could he possibly memorise so many faces and names.

There was a group of people however who refused to take their eyes from you, which seemed pretty familiar to you for a reason. Then it hit her, they were a part form her life she tried to forget, that’s why she didn’t recognise them. She turned her head to Albert and like he was reading minds he glanced at the group. He researched her past life and those people look like the ones from the files. Her ex group of friends were in the same field as her, of course they would be there. He leaned to her ear.

“You’ve come far since then.” And placed a kiss on her forehead. He then placed a hand on her back and lead her to the other group of people introducing her in the same manner.

Of course her ex friends were of problematic nature. They followed her, undecided whether to start a conversation or not. She changed so much it was unbelievable.

Wesker went to talk in private with a woman. She seemed in her late 50s and she wear a simple white cocktail dress. The older woman gave her a warm smile before grabbing Wesker’s arm and leaving to talk. As soon as she was alone the problematic group decided to act. Shyly, one of her ex friends tapped her shoulder.

“Y/N?”

She turned around to meet their gaze. They remained the same and now she was able to see how much she truly evolved.

They engaged in an awfully long and boring dialogue in which they discussed about their lives. After they move on to compliment her dress, all of them asking about the snake from her back. She was right, none of them stepped higher from where she left them, nor in their career or mentally.

“How’s the new job? It is more profitable than the previous one? Who’s that man you’re with, do you know him?” They were so comfortable asking those questions like they were still friends, but the only difference is that now she sees strangers, strangers who are trying to enter her private life. She responded monosyllabically

One of them introduced the topic they’ve all been wanting so much.

“Have you spoke with, you know?”

“No, he tried to contact me but I never answered back.” She stated coldly.

“We’re sorry we didn’t believe you.” Said another voice from the group. “We’re realised lately how bad he was. He seemed so sweet it was hard for us to see the truth. Hope we can keep in contact.”

She couldn’t believe it how easily they approached her after all that happened. How they blamed her for being too sensitive, calling her names and ignored her whenever she needed support. She was trying so hard to hold her tears, not because she was sad, but angry. When she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore she felt a hand caressing her back.

“Is there any problem?”

The group was greeted by a tall man who didn’t seem to be in a mood for talking.

“N-no we were just...”

“I suggest you should get used to the idea of being rejected or else things will get ugly” he lowered his glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing his bright red eyes. The group ran away in fear and got lost in the crowd.

After a while the people started to leave and the place was more clear. What was probably once a decent place to live turned into a mess, with broken glasses laying on the floor, flipped alcohol bottles and confetti. Wesker grabbed her hand and guided her outside saying he needs some air.

“Thanks for helping me out there. It was satisfying seeing them running away in fear.”

“I told you I’ll be there for you. I won’t let anyone stain your pride.”

“Cheers” they both clinked their champagne glasses.

Wesker put the glass aside and searched something in his coat’s jacket.

“I know you for a while now” he said as he seemed to find what he was searching for. “And I reached the conclusion that you’re everything I was looking for in a partner. You’re reliable, understanding and you don’t want me for my status like these idiots, you want me for who I am. You’re able to see behind these materialistic gains.”

He removed his sunglasses and now he was watching her with his amber eyes. He dropped on his knees while pulling the case of an engagement ring. When he opened the case she saw a gold ring with three stones, one big in the middle with two small beside it. It was the most beautiful ring she ever seen. The stones seemed to be pink diamonds.

“Will you marry me?”

Without hesitation she said yes. Wesker raised on his feet and they both engaged into a kiss. Her new start looks promising.

#Albert Wesker #albert wesker x reader #resident evil

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ikingsley · 3 years

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Ina x MC: That Day

Loosely based on chapter 6 of QB. Read the other parts of the series here: The Dance, A Small Detour, One Chance.

Summary: Ina and Luna discuss their past.

Warnings: Sadness, I guess. Warning for coming out stories?

Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1 @swimmingshoebakerydreamer (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed)

Author’s Notes: Sorry, I’ve been real busy, but here’s another installment of my series.

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Luna strolled into Ina’s office at a quarter past seven. It’d been a long day for both of them. Ina had a full day of lectures and quizzes while Luna had midterms approaching.

“Professor,” Luna said, putting down her bags.

“Good evening, Luna. How are you?”

The two made small talk while Ina pulled the stack of quizzes she needed graded. But as well as Ina could hide her emotions, Luna felt there was something off about Ina.

“Here’s the answer key,” Ina began. “It’s all multiple choice so it shouldn’t take too long.”

Ina handed Luna a red pen. But Luna wasn’t paying attention to Ina. Instead, she scoured through the stack of papers, pulling one out and comparing the answers.

“Whose is that?” Ina peered over Luna’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s right. You took this quiz today.”

Luna hummed in reply. “Aww man. I got one wrong.”

This time, it was Ina’s turn to tease Luna. “Nerd,” she scoffed.

“Shut up.”

The two worked in silence, except for Ina going ham on her keyboard. That research paper wasn’t going to write itself.

“Why are you typing so vigorously?” Luna commented absent-mindedly.

“Hmm...I don’t know, maybe because this paper’s due at midnight,” Ina said quite uncharacteristically. Ina, the polite and beloved anthropology professor, was not one to be so brash.

Rude! For no reason! Luna thought. While Luna was pondering the true reason for Ina’s disrespect, Ina stood up and began pacing back and forth. Finally, she stopped, slumping onto the couch that sat at the corner of the room.

“Ina?” Luna questioned, getting off of her chair. Like usual, her initial intuition was spot-on, something was, in fact, off.

Ina laid on the couch, her head resting on the couch’s arm. When Luna finally approached it, she took a look at Ina. Her face was slightly glossy, tear-stained.

“Scoot over,” Luna said firmly.

Ina huffed a little, but she moved further into the couch. Luna faced Ina, acting as a handkerchief, wiping away Ina’s tears.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Luna finally broke the silence.

“No.”

“Okay. We can just lie here together. It’s okay.” Luna wrapped her arms around Ina. Ina subsequently buried her face in her shoulder, her tears falling slowly, wetting Luna’s shirt.

The two stayed like this for a few more moments, until Ina sat up, wiping the lasts of her tears. “I apologize, Luna. I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Please, I want to. I feel like you should know.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am.” Ina had gained her confidence back. “I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I trust you. Maybe it’s naive or too early, but well...I feel like I could tell you anything, and you wouldn’t judge me. So here goes.”

And boy, did Ina open up. It was unlike anything Luna had ever witnessed from the mysterious professor. But she wasn’t complaining. This was arguably what she loved most about Ina.

“It was my freshman year of high school and I was sitting in my US history class. I was such a little nerd,” Ina recalled fondly. “Anyway, this girl walked into my class and god, I was smitten. What she made me feel...I’d never felt before. I mean, I hadn’t been with any guy, but this was different. Sure I’d thought some guys were attractive, but every time I looked at her, I got butterflies.”

“Aww! I’m imagining a little nerdy Ina staring at a pretty high schooler now.”

“Mhm. Well, we got assigned each other for a project. And we hit it off. She was brilliant, passionate, caring...I really liked her, but I thought it was just as friends. One afternoon, we went to the library together to prepare for the presentation of the project. She asked me if I liked girls, and I hadn’t really considered it. Some sort of internalized homophobia, I guess. I went home that day just deep in thought. But God, she made me feel so alive. It was something I’d never experienced before. And then I just started thinking of kissing her and I never wanted to stop. I think I knew then and there that I liked women.”

“Well? What happened after?” Luna asked, invested in Ina’s anecdote.

“A few days later, some teacher was berating her for not knowing an answer to something rather trivial and I found myself defending her. I guess my protective side came out.”

“Not the only thing that came out then...” Luna smirked.

Ina scoffed but had a huge grin on her face. But just as quickly as it appeared, her smile faded.

“When we left school that day, she uh thanked me with a kiss. And that’s how I knew for sure that I liked her. A lot. I asked her out a few weeks later and we were together for a little over a year. At the time, she meant the world to me. We’d do everything together and she was my first for a lot of things, my first kiss, my first love...”

“A year? That is...surprisingly long for a relationship at that time. Why’d it end?”

“Her parents were incredibly supportive. They knew about us since the beginning of the relationship. Mine...did not know. I had told Lilian, and she listened and supported me a lot. We were always pretty close. Well, after a year together, Emma asked to meet my conservative parents. I was both giddy and nervous, but I thought I was ready. I truly thought love was unconditional. Maybe I was naive to think acceptance was guaranteed. And well, I told my parents that I had someone special for them to meet. In retrospect, I should’ve told them more details. Maybe they were expecting a dashing young man that could escort me to Prom in the following year or whatnot. And well, Emma came over for dinner and I told my parents about us. They...were shocked. Their perfect little nerdy daughter was gay. They didn’t handle themselves well that night. They said some unforgivable things to Emma. We tried to work through it, but we were young and broke up a few weeks after that.”

“Ina, I’m so sorry.”

“I...it’s okay. It’s been a while now. They didn’t throw me out of the house, but they didn’t talk about my sexuality at all. Emma was always my ‘friend.’ No one in the extended family knew. It was like they were ashamed of me. Lilian was the wild child and I was the apple of my parents’ eyes, but they never looked at me the same after that dinner. It was a tough time. Lilian and my friends at school supported me. If it weren’t for them...I don’t know where I’d be now.”

Luna caressed Ina’s check, wiping away the flowing tears.

“I just existed in their house for a while. I had a brief period of dating guys who were’t too good for me, probably out of my parents lack of support. Trying to be straight. But there was never any feelings between the two of us. They just...weren’t Emma. The last guy I dated was sweet, but I felt nothing for him romantically. And then Lilian was pregnant. And that was the last straw for my parents. They kicked out Lilian and I left with her. After all those years of her supporting me, I needed to support her. They said some inexcusable things to her and I’m glad we left. But it was incredibly difficult. Lilian and I struggled a lot. We had to work odd jobs just to pay rent whilst still going to school. Today’s the anniversary of them kicking us out. Today I have to be strong for Lilian’s sake, but I lost my parents that day too. I guess it all just hit me now.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Come here.”

Luna wrapped Ina in her arms once more. Then, she held Ina’s face, staring intensely into her eyes.

“You are the strongest woman I know. Strongest person I know. But it’s okay to not be strong too. You don’t need to pretend to be strong 24/7. Strength and weakness...that’s what makes us human.”

Ina smiled at Luna, tears falling freely. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Ina then leaned in, closing the gap between them. She captured Luna’s lips slowly, but as the kiss prolonged, the passion increased. When they finally pulled away, both women were out of breath.

Ina cleared her throat, standing up and beckoning Luna to get on her feet.

“Dance with me.”

Luna took a second to play a song on her phone, but she then gratefully accepted, leaning into Ina’s arms as they moved slowly.

Tu cabeza en mi hombro

Quiero yo tener siempre

Acaríciame, cielo

Si me quieres tú

Ina smiled again at Luna, a hand rising from Luna’s waist to cup her cheek.

“I hope your coming out story is better than mine,” she jested.

“Well, yeah I guess. When my family moved to the States from Venezuela, my mom always emphasized the importance of getting a good education, being prudent, all of that. I was very involved in high school, and I was a part of a lot of science extracurriculars. My freshman year of high school, my mom forced me to join mock trial to improve my public speaking. I thought it was useless since I knew I wanted to do neuroscience. She drove me to every practice, every conference...I fell in love with it. The more I did research for trials, the more passionate I became about public policy, law, and civil rights. And of course, gay rights. I guess that’s how I knew. Mind you, I was one of those kids who cuffed their jeans and got called out for not sitting in chairs properly.”

“It makes so much sense now. And you are...extremely well-spoken. Anyway, how’d you tell your parents?”

“We were at a mock trial competition. I had just used Obergefell v. Hodges as legal precedent to win the trial. My parents picked me up and I told them all about the case. My dad kinda stopped me mid-sentence and asked me if I had anything to tell them.”

“And?”

“I told them, but they said they already knew. They didn’t care who I’d be with, as long as they’re someone decent, kind, protective...the whole nine yards. The only problem is that they’re just very nosy about my love life. If I texted someone and smiled they’d look to see who it is. They also acted as if each person I’d bring home to meet them was the love of my life.”

Unreasonable jealousy flashed through Ina’s eyes, but her voice remained steady. “Did you bring a lot of people home to meet your parents?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Luna smiled smugly.

#ina x mc #ina kingsley #queen b #luna garcia

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dajaregambler · 3 years

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HeliosR - Victor Valentine Card story “Trauma from that day”

Translation of Victor Valentine’s 3* ‘’Escape The Prison’’ card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Gast: Woah, door’s open

Gast: Doctor. Got some time to spare?

Victor: Gast….? What is it?

Gast: My bad for suddenly droppin’ by. Marion had told me to go get your signature for this document and…

Gast: !!

Victor: Sign the document? I see… Marion is busy himself, and since he couldn’t do it he left up to you?

Victor: Perhaps it’s a more personal reason…. he simply finds it repulsive to see my face and made you do it, I wonder which one is correct?

Gast: ………..

Victor: ? What's the matter, you’re slowly backing away….

Victor: I can see that the muscles on your face are stiffening too, are you nervous? Is there some reason for being frightened?

Gast: Th-that… th-tha-that…..

Victor: Th-tha-that?

Gast: That chair, I kinda recognize it but…. C-c-could that be a….

Victor: Chair….?

Victor: Ah. That, it’s a device to enter the inner mental state of another person.

Gast: I-inner mental state? What the hell, ain’t an electric chair then. That’s a relief.....

Victor: I see. Come to think of it, you did cooperate with me for an experiment involving the electric chair before.

Victor: Signs of being frightened started to show because you recalled that time. Fufu...

Gast: Gh, naturally I’m scared. That experience is without a doubt traumatizin’ for anyone

Victor: Oh my, my apologies for that.

Victor: To keep it short, this trauma is a psychological trauma….. If using that device, it might be able to remove the scars that incurred your mind. Would you like to try it out?

Gast: N-no! ‘m good, no need to!

Gast: This trauma ain’t somethin’ that severe…. Even if I’m thinking to get rid of it, I don’t wanna dare to sit down in a chair here

Victor: Is that so, that’s unfortunate.

Victor: A sign, was it. I’ll write it now, could you please wait for a moment?

Gast: Yeah, I’ll wait ‘ere

Gast: …… Y’know, what’s it like to enter someone else’s mental state?

Victor: You do want to give it an attempt?

Gast: No….. Just wonderin’ what it’d be like

Gast: Thinking ‘bout it made me realize that you made somethin’ amazing for real… Thought that peeking into someone’s mind was somethin’ impossible

Victor: Fufu. In a place as New Million where substance is cultivating, “Absolutely impossible” is out of the question.

Victor: I haven’t attempted it myself yet however, everyone has their own world inside themselves… to have a look into someone’s mind, it would be a completely different world in there, wouldn’t it.

Victor: There ought to be a new discovery each time too. What you didn’t want to know, and what you wanted to know, each one would truly be a world of its own.

Gast: Guess so, huh…. Kinda have the feeling that I’d wanna peek but, doin’ it out of curiosity could end up gettin’ yourself hurt.

Victor: Whose mental state would you like to have a look of, for example?

Gast: Eeh, who…? Hmm….

Gast: If it’s wanting to know what’s goin’ on in someone’s mind, it’s gotta be my team members then. Especially Ren since he ain’t the type to talk much, peekin’ in would have its benefits

Gast: Marion’s mood sours quickly, so knowin’ what landmines there are beforehand would be easy. …..Maybe it’d be pretty handy?

Victor: Indeed. The way of conduct of these two often differ with their true feeling, this device would be plenty of use for that.

Gast: And of course Doc’s also included within the team

Victor: Me too?

Gast: Like, think I’m most interested into seein’ yours?

Gast: It’s obvious that the brains of researchers are different but... I’d like to try to see what kind of world you’d be livin’ in

Victor: Hmm….. Comparing myself to Marion, I believe I do say what’s on my mind.

Victor: I suppose that the world of one’s mental state would be a fictional landscape, so to say. If anything abstract requires an interpretation, it perhaps could be unintelligible for a researcher.

Gast: I don’ really get Marion yet but, wonder if Ren’s might be smeared with cats everywhere?

Gast: Ah, I was only wonderin’ about it but…. what the hell would happen if Jack and Jacqueline were to use this device?

Victor: The AI robots, hm…. I hadn’t considered it yet but, that’s very interesting.

Victor: Common sense tells us that robots “don’t have” their own mind, however in the case of these robots what would it be…?

Victor: Suppose I’ll tell Nova about it and give it an attempt once the device has been completed… Hmm, if there’s a mental state present, just what kind of world would it be?

Gast: Ahahah, it was really just somethin’ randomly on my mind though…

Gast: Anyway, why you’re makin’ this device in the first place? Is it also just outta curiosity?

Victor: No, I don’t have the time to go this far for just that. It’s one of the jobs the research division has undertaken.

Victor: It’s being made to be used in criminal investigations, as commissioned by those concerned with the police.

Gast: P-police….?

Victor: Oh my, your face turned pale again?

Gast: Ah, it’s ‘cuz… It’s embarrasin’ but, in the past I’d be dealin’ with ‘em... I mean, it’s kinda, there’s a time where I became sensitive to that word?

Victor: Ah, could that time be during your famed days of delinquency?

Victor: Being recognized to that extent, I’m sure your experiences of being taken care of by the police must’ve been reasonable.

Gast: U-um, reasonable….?

Victor: Oh?

Gast: What, Doctor?

Victor: I’d like to have a look into your mental state too.

Gast: Eh, me? I don’ think I got anything interesting in particular to show though...

Gast: If you’re saying that you talk more than Marion and Ren, then I’m confident that I’m more of an open book than Doc

Gast: I mean, I’m always runnin’ my mouth when it ain’t needed…. I’m sure whatever’s in my mind has to be predictably boring

Victor: Is that so?

Gast: Yup. I’m just as plain as one can get…. wait, sayin’ that myself is makin’ me sad….

Victor: It is said that living ordinarily is rather extremely difficult.

Gast: ?

Victor: Well, I am doubtful of “plain humans” truly existing.

Victor: If they were to exist, for example, and I were to see their mind, I’m certain there would be a world beyond my own imagination.

Victor: As you have mentioned, without such a device you wouldn’t be able to even think to look into someone’s mind.

Gast: Oooh….?

Gast: Doc, whenever you talk it’s difficult and long winded, it jumbles up my brain

Victor: Is that so. Then, to quickly find out if you are an ordinary person…

Victor: How about trying out the device after all?

Gast: !! That’s why I’m sayin’ to spare me…!

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #victor valentine #gast adler

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bexterbex · 4 years

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 30

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 30: Taking Your Breath Away

Frankly, the kiss was something out of old Hollywood. A very Gone With The Wind inspired kiss. A kiss that made your whole body melt, if Kylo wasn’t holding you right now surely you would be lost into a puddle on the floor.

The kiss deepened, your mind went haywire and then blank. His tongue met your lower lip, begging for admittance. You complied. He roamed your mouth with his tongue touching, tasting everything.

You were on fire.

Your tongues danced in your mouth. His exploring and dominating, yours sharing and caressing. You finally have to break apart to breathe, both of you out of breath, but hungry. Hungry for more intimacy, hungry for more interaction. But you were still feeling rather faint. Your head was swirling.

Kylo immediately sensed this and shifted to have you lay back down. No longer on top of him as you were but now just cradled in his arms, by his side. His nose was buried in your hair once more, inhaling your scent.

“See I told you we need to wait.”

He chuckled a true deep chuckle. He moved to rest his forehead against yours looking into your eyes, “I know and we will. I would wait out all of eternity for you, Kitten.” There was amusement in his tone that shared the look that was in his eyes.

That was the first time he called you anything other than your name or title of Lady Ren.

“Kitten,” you ask.

He smirked at you, “Yes, because you curl up on my lap so nicely.”

You swear your face was aflame. “If I recall you are always the one who draws me into your lap.”

“Yes, but you said I get to keep you. If you think I am going to let you go then you are mistaken.” There was still some humor in his voice but his eyes were now hiding a bit of darkness behind them.

“Where would I even go,” you ask jokingly.

“Somewhere where I can’t protect you.” He didn’t take it as a joke. He was now very serious and you were unsure what to do.

“How about a deal, I only call you Kylo when we are alone and you only call me Kitten when we are alone.”

“We already had a deal with my name,” he said furrowing his eyebrows but a smirk hinting on his lips once more.

“Then how about this, I’ll promise to kiss you goodnight every night if you only call me kitten when we are alone.”

He chuckled again. “You drive a hard bargain kitten.” He then kissed your forehead.

“So it’s a deal?”

“It’s a deal,” he then pulled you back into his chest holding you close once more. His hand made its way to your entangle itself in your hair. You closed your eyes. You tried to burn this feeling into your DNA.

You stayed like that for a while keeping each other close. You broke the silence first.

“We have dinner tonight with your knights right,” you ask

“We can postpone that if you wish. Like the doctor said you need to rest.” This was coming from the man who minutes ago was taking your breath away.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle dinner. As long as they mind their manners and don’t stay too long I should be fine.”

“I think the Allegiant General would be thankful if you helped them mind their manners,” he said with amusement in his voice.

“I thought knights were supposed to be chivalrous and gentlemanly,” you said confused.

“Maybe on your planet but my knights are men who are good at what they do, and what they do is fight. They are a group of eclectic warriors who serve me. They enforce my will outside of the First Order’s hierarchy. They each have their own strengths and skills that make them effective in what they do, but manners and chivalry are not one of them. But I suppose they will have to behave themselves around a lady. Especially when that lady is you.” He placed another kiss on your forehead.

“But they are important to you, your knights?”

“Yes, in many ways. They are the first people who I can call a home of sorts. They took me in when I was a boy, they helped mold me into who I am now. They are my brothers in arms, loyal to me until death.” You could tell he was speaking from his heart, even if he couldn’t. They mean a lot to him.

“Do you think they will like me?”

“If they don’t they won’t live to say anything about it. I am their master and you are my match. I shall give them the order to protect you until their dying breath and they will follow it. In fact, they will be replacing Commander Pyre as your usual escort, Pyre was only temporary. The knights and I are permanent.”

You thought about what he said. You knew that people may be less comfortable around these knights. After all, they did his bidding what that bidding was you could only guess. From the picture in the pamphlet, you knew that somehow a stormtrooper looked more friendly.

“Well if they are anything like you I am sure I will like them,” you said confidently.

He chuckled at this. “Don’t hold your breath.”

You hummed in response going back and listening to his heartbeat again. Somehow you felt that this was the tempo that the universe ran on. At least your universe anyways. You stayed like that for a while.

“Where were they before they got here,” you ask.

“They have been stationed on the Supremacy for the last week. Before that, they were on various missions. Sometimes I go with them, other times they all go without me, and or I split them up for certain missions.”

“Where is the Supremacy ?”

“Orbiting around the planet that you call mars. Currently, we are researching what can be mined there. Your people have been looking at it as a planet to which humans may be able to survive on. The planet is rich in many valuable minerals and metals. It is also a plus that currently no one inhabits the planet so we don’t have to ask permission.” There was a mischievous look in his eyes as he said this.

“Well, I’m sorry you have to ask permission here,” you jokingly respond.

“The only person’s permission I am after truly is yours. If you weren’t here I can promise you that we would have just taken what we wanted.” His eyes were now scanning your face.

“And so the people don’t matter?”

“Not if they get in the way of the First Order no. We are doing what we are doing for the good of the galaxy if they fail to see this then so be it. I won’t be the knight that saves them.”

You took this seriously. You were the one protecting Earth now, you were its defender. You know you can’t fight with fists or guns because you are not as strong as the entirety of the galaxy. But you could fight with heart. You could make sure that Earth was safe by reasoning with the First Order, or more so the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Was freedom really the price to pay to keep your planet and people safe? Did freedom matter when lives were at stake during a galactic war? Or would you fight for freedom once it was all over? You didn’t know the answer.

“But will you be my knight, my protector?”

“Always. I would rather die than to see you get hurt.” He was serious in his proclamation. As he said before, he would like you to wield his blade for you. He wanted to give you the power to mold the galaxy, through his hand.

“Mmmm. My knight. You have no idea how many girls would be thrilled to be able to say that.” you mused.

“Well, then I have good news. Tonight you will be dining with six eligible bachelors who would love to hear that,” voice filled with humor.

“Only six? I count seven men.”

“Well, unfortunately, one of them deems himself taken with his beautiful match whom he has promised the galaxy one day.”

You burst into a full smile, not only did hee consider you an actual thing, he called you beautiful. Your heart was happy. You quickly stole a kiss from his lips, which he groaned into but sighed once it was over.

“When are they suppose to get here?”

“In about an hour, we should lie here until then.” If you thought you were close before he pulled you even closer, his arms were like steel beams--unmoveable.

“I would like to get ready, I’m pretty sure I look like crap and I kinda want to change into something to meet them.”

“You don’t look like crap, you could never look like crap.” But he groaned and released you from his arms.

You attempted to get up, your legs feeling unsure under your body. Kylo was quick to assist you to stand. Once you were firmly on your feet you moved to your room to where you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine.

You went about fixing your self up, nothing too much but your hair was kind of a mess. You changed into an outfit that you would wear to nice dinners with your family. Nothing too fancy but also nothing too risqué.

It only took you about 15 minutes to get ready but you were feeling the weight of the morning and your fainting spell catching up to you. You left your room bracing your self on the door. Kylo was right there waiting. You took his arm and he escorted you to the living room where you sit down on the loveseat. He put his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You stayed like that until there was a beep at the door.

Kylo moved to get up and answered the door. He stepped aside and six tall masked men entered your living room. They all had a unique look to them but they looked similar in many ways. You were intimated by them as they all looked very scary.

Kylo seemed to sense this and ordered them to remove their helmets. You were surprised that they were all humans. They were all older than him, just as unique as their masks. One bald, some had scars littering their faces, another had a tattoo on his face all different but all similar.

You were unsure of what to say. “Uh, hello.”

There was a group laugh, one of the older knights recommended, “Why don’t we introduce ourselves doll face. I am Ushar.”

“Ap’lek.”

“Vicrul.”

“Trudgen.”

“Kuruk.”

“Cardo.”

“I am y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.” There were nods in agreement. Kylo took your arm and lead you all to the dining room. You were unsure how this dinner was going to go.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #first order propaganda #a soul to mend his own

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second-chance-stray · 3 years

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Rp Log: The door to Heartwood is blocked.

(...chronologically happens before this!)

Cravendy Hound pushes, but the machine will not budge through the door. She pushes harder. It still does not give. Cravs becomes incredibly angry and kicks it. It does not help whatsoever.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Try turning it again!" Riylli called out to Cravs, being totally helpful as she rested nearby with her hat in her lap.

Cravendy Hound: “Not ‘elpin’. ARGH.” Cravs tries to pull it out in order to adjust its angle, but finds it firmly wedged into the door frame. She takes a few steps back, and then rushes at it, her shoulder leading the attack. And for the second time that day, she regrets charging at metal.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Pfft." Riylli couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Cravs misfortune. Serves her right for calling Miqo'te 'cat-folk'. She gets herself up on her feet, the ride back on the carbuncle having given her time to recover slightly. "Hmm... I think you got it stuck... Hope no ones inside still?"

Cravendy Hound rubs at her tender arm, wincing all the while. “.....No, there’s definitely people inside.”

Cravendy Hound: "But they're smart. They'll manage." She hopes. "Now 'ow are we gonna get this thing through?"

Riylli Aliapoh frowns, putting all of her thinking juice into the tank. "Maybe... Maybe we can take it apart, then just put it back together inside?" She offered, approaching to look the thing over, despite having no idea what she was actually looking for. "Uh... You good with machines?"

Cravendy Hound sucks air through her teeth. “Don’t think my smarts with guns translates to...to whatever this thing is. Take it apart sure, but don’t know if it’ll be put back together.”

Cravendy Hound hums in thought. “Ye think if we oil it up enough, it’ll slide through?”

Riylli Aliapoh nudged the thing with her foot. "...Maybe? Can't say I've ever had to use the stuff before. Couldn't hurt to try though, right?" She gave a helpful shrug, and another helpful nudge with her foot. "Do... we have oil? Where do we get oil?"

Cravendy Hound: “Uh.” She had not thought that far ahead. “We could go and buy some at the Botanist’s guild back in Gridania. But how many jugs of olive oil would it take to cover this thing, and...shit. Forget I said anythin’, this is a trash idea.”

Riylli Aliapoh: "Well we gotta do something!" Riylli insisted. "My votes still on taking it apart. That's what they're gonna do inside anyway right? What's it matter if we just get it out of the way now?"

(Cravendy Hound) seasoning the machine with oil and salt would just make a bad situation worse xD )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Gotta season it properly before it can be researched (Rising Lotus) Way to go guys))

Cravendy Hound: “Well. I’m sure it’ll be fine if we just cut apart the outer bits.” She turns and picks up a conveniently placed saw from the frontyard’s forge area. “...Wait. Sawin’ through metal seems...questionable.”

(Cravendy Hound) let it marinate for a good while :D )) (Rising Lotus) how am I suppose to feed my fish now?)) (Haila Wetyios) Oh lord dont season the robot))

Cravendy Hound: “And by questionable, I mean tirin’. Argh, I want a drink.” But the drinks are inside, Cravs. The drinks are inside.

(Haila Wetyios) Kevin's geese are gonna eat it)) (Cravendy Hound) if they eat it, problem solved! Door unblocked xD )) (Cravendy Hound) but then we'll need another lmao )) (Haila Wetyios) Riylli and Cravs: " We got you the robot!" Haila: "Why is it only half of it's body?..."))

Rising Lotus strolls through the gateway to the yard, slowing down as she see's the spider they had just hauled crammed into the dooryway. "...So..." she glances at the two she caught red handed.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Duh, saws are for wood and stuff." Riylli explained, looking around at the forge set up outside. 'What we need is... Hmm... Oh!" The Miqo'te's eyes glistened as she rushed over to the fire and picked up a pair of tongs. "This thing looks perfect!"

Cravendy Hound: "................." She looks away, avoiding Rising's stare.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Rising! Good timing, you get to prove how big and strong you are." She said, flashing a grin as she held up the blacksmiths tongs towards her

Rising Lotus is at quite a loss for words, especially as Riylli ran over to grab a pair of tongs. "..What's your plan here then?" she backed up a bit as the tongs were suddenly offered to her.

Cravendy Hound: “Plannin’ to take the machine apart, cause pushin’ it ain’t workin’.” Cravs walks over and peruses the tools available. A hammer, maybe? Smash it until it’s compact enough to make it through the entryway? Hmm...

Riylli Aliapoh fiddled with the tongs, opening and closing them like they were a set of jaws. "Well, were gonna take the outside parts off the thing, and I bet you can use this to... pull it..? Like peeling an orange." She finished with a nod too confident for the current situation

Rising Lotus "Wasn't the whole point of bringin' it back more intact? I feel like it'll piss Haila off if parts of it are all smashed up, as good a plan as that is..." as she looked over the broken machine and then the doorway she was mentally picturing where to smash it to let it slide, shaking her head of the idea afterwards. " Hmm, I got an idea though, Riylli, can you magic me up a rock?"

(Haila Wetyios) im just here sitting and eating while terrified for this poor spider))

Riylli Aliapoh hesitated, still pretty drained but not about to admit it. "Er... How big? What're you planning?" She asked, absolutely not stalling for time

Cravendy Hound: “If all fails, we can smash the doorway.” In an effort to look cool, Cravs hefts the hammer over her shoulder, but nearly loses her balance as the heavier end falls to the right. The hammerhead is stopped by the stairwell, and Cravs crosses her legs a beat after. All according to plan.

Rising Lotus held her hands apart, about the size of the soccer ball. "All ball like, smooth too."

Cravendy Hound suddenly realizes that there's somewhere she needs to be, and leans back forward. "Bugger, I'll 'ave to leave ye two to it. Best of luck."

(Cravendy Hound) brb dinner! :D ))

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her head. "Well... I can't really make it into a ball. You kinda just gotta take rocks in the shape they come, unless you wanna sit there working it for bells at a time." She blinked as Cravendy suddenly ran off. "H-Hey! You can't just leave us with your mess!" She called out angrily, then huffed as she realized it was too late and the woman was gone

Rising Lotus rubbed her chin. "Well it's not gonna work if she's gone. Was gonna smash the window with the rock then help unstuck it from the inside." she looked back to Riylli. "You look a little too spent to try that kind of liftin' right now."

Riylli Aliapoh planted her hands on her hips. "I'm fine." She stated stubbornly. "Why'd it even have to be a ball if we were just gonna smash a window with it? And... I don't think Haila and the others'll be happy if we break the window"

Rising Lotus beamed. "Well, I needed you to give me a rock so I could blame ya for breakin' it of course! Figured if it'd be a fancy rock it'd make more sense that you did it." she shrugged "Beside, between the spider, the door frame, the window, whatever might get smashed ain't gonna make people happy. Window jus' seems like it'd be the easier to fix.

Haila Wetyios | Suddenly there was a loud knock on metal from the other side, it was a very alarmed Viera that immediately called out to them. "Please tell me there were no casualties when bringing this?!" she said from the inside as the big spider moved a little bit due to pushing from Haila's end of the door.

Riylli Aliapoh made a face. "Alright, I'm never making any rocks for you now-" She began, only to jump as Haila's voice suddenly rang out from inside. "Um... N-No, no casualties!" Riylli awkwardly called back. "Cravs got the thing stuck trying to fit it through the door though. And Rising was gonna break a window and blame it on me!" She tattled to the Viera mom, giving Rising another glare as she did

Rising Lotus rolled her eyes. "Yeah it went very well, thing should be mostly workin', almost no thanks to Riylli though. She wanted to smash it to get it out of the door." If the miqo'te was going to tattle she might as well too. "But now that you're here, well there, you can help us get it in.. or out maybe. Where do ya want it?

Riylli Aliapoh: "I didn't want to smash it! I wanted to PEEL it. With these tongs!" She clanged them together once more for added emphasis. "You don't need the outside part anyway, right?"

Haila Wetyios stopped trying to push at the spider from her end, for a moment if either of the two were sharp on listening in, they would have heard a sigh of relief from the Viera, followed by silence. "I can tell 'tis mostly intact... and with clean cuts to the joint too.." she murmured, clearly passing her hand over the large creature. She paused, looking it over before calling out to them once more. "How about you just peel back the flesh? It won't really need it and I can attach whatever falls off."

Haila Wetyios | That's right, a good chunk of the spider was actually covered in weird squishy flesh.

Riylli Aliapoh immediately shoved the tongs into Rising's hands, sticking out her tongue victoriously. She was an adult. A victorious adult.

Rising Lotus glared at Riylli, snapping the tongs in an attempt to catch the girl's tongue. "I'm sorry I didn't want to start takin' a killed spider apart! At least comin' from Haila I know it's safe now!" she flung the tongs onto the ground, taking the knife off the back of her belt. "Go grab somethin' to start cuttin' of your own, It's you're an' Crav's fault it's stuck after all, and she ain't here so get to it." she moved to a side of the machine, starting to cut into the fleshy parts and lobbing them>

Rising Lotus off onto the ground.

Riylli Aliapoh: "Wha- It wasn't my fault! Cravs did it all, not me. Maybe if yoouu had been around it wouldn't have gotten stuck." She chided, finally removing her coat as it was beginning to get a bit warm with it on.

Haila Wetyios sighed rather loudly this time, "Less talk and more work! Whoever brought this in could have set it on the front yard and then let everyone inside know you were back you know..."

Rising Lotus was busy carving away, mostly ignoring Riylli's complaints at this point. "You'd think this stuff would smell worse than it would, but it ain't too bad." she pulled a particularly sticky and slimy piece off "Gross feeling though."

Riylli Aliapoh eventually did approach with her own knife in hand, beginning to help carve the spider despite her complaints. "That was Cravs," She decided to chime in still, wanting a bit of revenge for getting ditched with the problem. "Please don't start eating the spider... Even hunters have limits."

Rising Lotus had made a pretty good time with her carving, most of it on her side near or almost near the metal core. " I mean, well this thing ain't natural, but if there was a real big spider you wouldn't try it? It's legs would probably be like crabs legs or somethin'." she pondered a old fashion spider boil "Though I guess if it's poisonous you shouldn't eat it."

Riylli Aliapoh had started later, but she had plenty of experience in carving animals and was making good progress. "Ugh, no... We occasionally kill banemites back home, but not even the elementals getting pissy would convince us to eat 'em." She muttered, trying not to think about it. "I ain't about to eat crabs either. Nothing but water spiders if you ask me."

(Haila Wetyios) getting pretty tired here, I think Imma call it)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Alrights, goodnight! (Rising Lotus) Okays! We'll leave the spider and piles of flesh outside haila's door)) (Haila Wetyios) thank you guys for the rps! night night)) (Haila Wetyios) that's if they can even squeeze it into the door leading there~))

Rising Lotus "Crabs acre actually somethin' callled crustaceans! Different than spiders somehow, not sure how but that's what some fish scientist told me once." she sheathed her knife and clapped her hands together as her side was done, leaving it much slimmer than before.

(Cravendy Hound) I'm back! )) (Rising Lotus) Welcome back!))

Cravendy Hound returns, clearly inebriated. The appointment that had dragged her away from this problem earlier? Maybe not something she had to go to right away. She stumbles over, raises a bottle over her head, calls out to Riylli and Rising. “Oyyy, not done yet?”

Riylli Aliapoh: "Yeah, well, some scientists think Miqo'te are related to cats, so..." She left it at that, her thoughts on that conclusion likely obvious. She turned around to glare angrily at Cravs as she suddenly appears, and appears drunk at that. "You... This is your mess, get over here and work dammit!" She said, tossing her latest carving of flesh at her

Rising Lotus grumble as Cravs returned, bottle in hand. "Aye! Get you're drunk ass over here and push this thing in now!" following Riylli's example, she found a particularly slimy bit she cut off and lobbed it towards Cravs, grinning devilishly as she did so.

Cravendy Hound laughs as the flesh chunks smack her directly on the chest. “My mess? Was it?” She hiccups, and then takes a seat on the ground. “Yerrrr both doin’ great though. Keep up the good work.”

Riylli Aliapoh: Nope. Nopenopenope. Riylli marches over and snatches the bottle out of the drunken Cravs' hand, taking a swig for herself and refusing to give it back. "Y'know what, it's carved enough. You go push it now, doubt you'll be useful for anything else anyway." She chided angrily, complete with her hands on her hips

Rising Lotus sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and she started to walk away from the carved up spider. "Yeah jus' hurry up and get it in, I need a drink myself after this..." after saying that though her face lit up and she pulled a flask out of her satchel. She popped the cap off and took a swig...of nothing. Damn you past Rising!

Cravendy Hound wobbles back as the bottle is taken from her hands, as stable as a pillar of jello. She doesn’t struggle at all, and instead chooses to lie down on the ground, rolled to her side. “Bloooody bilgerat...yer not me mum.” A string of incoherent half-insults and half-words follow.

Riylli Aliapoh blinks, then nudges Cravs with her foot. "It's been like... not even a bell since you disappeared. How th' hells a giant like you such a lightweight?" She let out a sigh, then took another swig. Maybe Cravs had had the right idea after all. "Alright, whatever, you're up then instead Giant Number Two." She said, motioning to Rising with the bottle

Cravendy Hound: “The secret, my fuzzy funny friend, is drinkin’ lots in a short amount of time.” And whatever is in that bottle is awfully strong. Hic!

Rising Lotus started grumbling again until it loud scoff. "You two are both useless! Both of ya get it stuck and I'm the one that has to do the most work!" she stomped over to the spider, squatting down and easily lifting the heavy machine. There was lots of swearing and grunting, but she managed to get it inside with a mighty shove, clearing the doorway. Panting, she stood in the doorway looking back at the two. "Well at least /I/ can get inside now." with a smirk she slammed the door shut >

Rising Lotus the next sound being the lock clicking closed.

(Cravendy Hound) also I was catching up and sdjfkldsfj Rising asking for a smooth rock killed me )) (Cravendy Hound) YOU LOCKED THE DOOR AAahahah xD ))

Riylli Aliapoh blinked, staring at the now locked door for one long moment before taking another big swig. "You Roegadyn are impossible..." She mutters at Cravs, then marches up to the door. "AND HOW'RE YOU GONNA GET IT THROUGH THE SECOND DOOR, GENIUS!?" Riylli yelled as loud as she could.

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Can you believe these guys helped build a town

Cravendy Hound lets out a hoot as the entrance is -finally- cleared. Alright, time to get off the ground. The bed in her room is far more comfortable than lying on the dirt. She rolls onto her stomach and then heaves up with no small amount of effort. Cravs groans, forcing left foot over right until she’s miraculously next to the door...but why won’t it open?

Rising Lotus would yell back "NOT LIKE YOU'D HELP ANYWAY! HAVE FUN SLEEPING IN THE RAIN!" she stomped up the stairs towards the bar.

Cravendy Hound: “Nnnnnoooooooo, come back. Rising, I’m gonna die out ‘ere.” A gross exaggeration, clearly, but Cravs wails nonetheless.

Riylli Aliapoh: "I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE YOU IDIOT!" Riylli shouted right back, at this point the pair having probably woken up the neighbors. She lets out a frustrated sigh and plants her head against the door, going quiet for another long moment before finally turning to Cravs. "...So... Do you got a key or somethin'..? You ain't gonna like... Die, if I leave you out here, right?"

(Cravendy Hound) we're capable heroes! ...but not during our off hours ahah )) (Riylli Aliapoh) Front door (Savage)

Cravendy Hound blinks, uncoordinated, but snaps back to attention when Riylli asks her about dying. “SHHH, don’t tell that to Risin’! We want ‘er to open the door!” She whispers loudly.

Rising Lotus after a few minutes footsteps could be heard coming towards the door and it was unlocked, Rising opening it up and still looking quite frustrated. "..Jus' hurry up an' let her get in here so she can lay down.." she had a bottle of her own in her hand by now, and clearly wanted to get back to it once Cravs wasn't passed out on the lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh glares, muttering under her breath as she basically shoves Cravendy in through the doorway. "'Hurry up' huh? Like it's my fault you locked the damned door... I didn't sign up for this shite, I should be hunting monsters right now..."

Cravendy Hound: “..mhn, that’s right...I’m an officer.” Cravs reaches into her pocket, pulls out a key, and attempts to guide it to the keyhole. But what happens is that the door whips open, she gets pushed through, and she ends up jabbing the key at Rising.

Rising Lotus was able to catch the roegadyn as she was shoved in her direction, keeling forward a bit as the key was pushed into her gut. Taking a deep breath in she fixed her gaze at Riylli, staring daggers at her. "Well. She's in here. so then LEAVE." there was a sharpness to her words as the unfortunate Miqo'te became the target to vent all of this sudden frustration on.

(Cravendy Hound) a slowly unfolding disaster )) (Rising Lotus) Right xD? (Riylli Aliapoh) (If only Rising had just used those darn tongs (Rising Lotus) To be fair though, I think we all know how moving couches through doorways can be, this was bound to happen (Cravendy Hound) xD ))

Riylli Aliapoh: "Fine! And when Haila asks why there's a spider carcass in the lobby and guts all over the lawn, you better not leave any details out!" Riylli shot back angrily, tensions definitely running high. "I'm goin' home, good luck with the hangover." She muttered finally, and began to stomp off on her long way home

Cravendy Hound leans her full weight on Rising and wraps an arm around her shoulders. Pressed up against her, she weakly tries to defuse the budding conflict. “Oy oyy, there’s no need for fightin’...” And though it takes a while, she eventually finds her balance again. Seeing Riylli leaving, she calls out to her. "SEE YA..."

(Cravendy Hound) ...space cowboy )) (Cravendy Hound) nothing like bonding over a dangerous battle, only to lose it all over door drama pff )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (The only solution is to bond over drinking next time

Rising Lotus grunted as she was suddenly supporting Cravs, huffing as Riylli started off, the frustration in her face starting to change to regret. With a sigh she pushed it all down, rolling her eyes as Cravs said her good bye. Once she was able to stand on her own, Rising dumped her on the couch and hurried off to her room.

(Rising Lotus) lol, and it was such a successfull mission too xD (Riylli Aliapoh) The end! What a happy ending lol (Cravendy Hound) hehe door rp was so fun + funny tho xD ))

Cravendy Hound faceplants on the couch and quickly falls asleep.

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Riylli Aliapoh #Rising Lotus #Haila Wetyios #sdfds posted stuff out of order BUT #this one was very very good #nothing like unbonding over a monster stuck in a doorframe

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ft-dads-au · 4 years

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End of the Road

I Take Pride In What I Am 2020 Prompt: Tease Pairing(s): Silver x Gildarts, Past Silver x Mika (mentioned) Rating: E

A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404

AO3 | Next: Ch 2

Summary: Silver and Gildarts have been living together happily for a year, but now that school has started up again they don't have as much time for each other as they’d like. When Silver comes home to celebrate Gildarts landing the internship of his dreams, he finds himself at the mercy of his partner's teasing.

Chapter 1

September 6, 1989

Silver came home at the end of a very long day. One which had included two lectures, a four-hour shift at his research assistant job at one of the university’s Biomedical Engineering labs, as well as assistant coaching a hockey practice. He was exhausted, starving, and very much looking forward to seeing Gildarts.

He let himself into their apartment, dropping his backpack on the floor, surprised to see Gildarts sitting at the dining room table surrounded by textbooks, more than Silver even knew he owned, and seemingly looking at every one of them at once.

“Gil?” Silver puzzled, “What are you doing?”

“I have an interview tomorrow,” Gildarts muttered grabbing another book and putting it down when it didn’t seem to have what he wanted, “Everyone wants this one, and I really want to make a good impression.”

Silver chuckled at the panic on his boyfriend’s face and grabbed the book from his hands.” Are you even reading any of these?”

Once he had emptied Gildarts’ hands, he grabbed them in his own. “Look at me,” he ordered, as Gildarts continued to eye the books. When Gildarts finally met his eyes, he smiled, “You don’t need to do any last-minute cramming. You’re great at what you do, and you know your stuff. The people at your last internship adored you. You’ve got this, okay?”

Gildarts nodded uncertainly, and Silver let go of his hands and stood behind him, forgetting his hunger for the moment. He kneaded his boyfriend’s shoulders or rather tried to, as he was extremely tense.

“Loosen up, will ya?” Silver complained.

“I can think of better ways to relax,” Gildarts grinned, grabbing Silver’s hands and urging him onto his lap, facing him. As soon as he was in place, Gildarts leaned in to kiss Silver’s lips, sucking gently on his bottom lip, and darting his tongue into the well-loved mouth.

Silver moaned at the intrusion, captivated as always by the feelings and sensations that Gildarts never ceased to invoke in him. They soon separated, but he was happy to see that Gildarts did indeed look more relaxed.

“Thanks, I needed to hear that,” Gildarts remarked, pulling Silver into a hug. “I just really want this one, you know? I think I’d be able to make a big difference there.”

“I don’t even know why you’re worried, we both know you can charm the pants off anyone you want,” Silver chuckled.

“Hey, there is only one pair of pants I want off, and sadly you’re still wearing them,” Gildarts pouted, “Anything I can do to change that?”

“Pfft, maybe later. Right now, I’m starving,” Silver admitted, “I had a long-ass day, and I still have about two hours worth of reading to do before I go to bed.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Did you make dinner?” Silver asked hopefully.

“I’m sorry, I went into panic mode as soon as I got the call, but go jump in the shower, I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” Silver called behind him, hurrying to the bathroom, “I promise if I get my reading done both our pants can come off!” He teased before closing the bathroom door.

Gildarts laughed and headed to the kitchen to make their dinner, already knowing it wasn’t going to happen but appreciating the gesture all the same. More often than not, Silver fell asleep with his head buried in a textbook. Gildarts would indeed get his pants off but only to put him to bed.

It had been like that the previous year too, and though it worried him to see his boyfriend pushing himself so hard, he was also moved.

When Silver had come out to his parents, they had cut him off, making it so he had to work twice as hard as anyone else to be able to afford school. He put himself through all this so the two of them could be together.

It was a sacrifice that he seemed happy enough to make, never once complaining about the extra work, but Gildarts knew he still missed his family. Just as he knew that Silver harbored a secret hope that they would someday change their minds and accept him as he was.

He deserved so much better.

Gildarts told himself it would only be for a little while longer. After this year was over, he would graduate with a Masters in Social Work and get a full-time job to support them both until Silver finished his own degree. They just had to hold on.

Once the sandwiches were ready, he set about cleaning up the table, leaving only the books he would need to study for his own classes. When Silver came out of the shower, shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants, everything was ready for him. He was still studying when Gildarts called it a night.

0-0

Silver had woken up in their bed that morning only to watch Gildarts try on the entire contents of his closet. He would have liked to go back to sleep, but as amusing as it was to watch his boyfriend freak out, he knew how important this interview was to him.

“Wear that red button-down shirt your Mom gave you for Christmas and uhm, maybe some black slacks?” he commented from the bed, chuckling as Gildarts just about jumped at his words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Gildarts apologized, coming over to give him a good morning kiss.

“Nah, I’m glad, I would have been upset if I hadn’t been able to wish you luck before you left,” Silver stretched his arms over his head before sitting up. “Do you have to wear a tie?”

“Do you think I should?” Gildarts looked terrified again, “I don’t know how to knot those things.”

“Seriously, you’ve got to chill,” Silver scolded, getting up and walking to his side of the closet where he kept a small basket with his ties. He sorted through them - while Gildarts put on the clothes he’d recommended - until he found one he thought would match the shirt. “Come here,” he ordered.

Gildarts walked over, red shirt still unbuttoned, and Silver took in the sight of his boyfriend’s taut pecs and tantalizing abs, “I wish we had more time,” he murmured as he buttoned the shirt closed, noticing Gildarts shiver at his touch.

“Problem?”

“Your hands are like blocks of ice,” Gildarts complained, his features settling into a cute pout that didn’t fool Silver one bit.

“Maybe you should warm them then,” Silver teased, slipping his hands down Gildarts' back and into his pants, squeezing his butt cheeks and grinding into him.

There was no disguising the desire in Gildarts' eyes at even that simple touch, and he felt terrible. Ever since school had started a few weeks earlier, they’d had no time to be together. But now really wasn’t the best moment and he knew that even though looking down it was quite clear they were both more than ready.

“Silver,” Gildarts cautioned, drawing his lower lip between his teeth.

“I know, I know, sorry,” Silver immediately removed his hands and smiled to show there were no hard feelings, “I got carried away. You’re just too damn sexy for your own good.” He was relieved to see Gildarts perk up at his compliment.

“Anyway, tie.”

Silver finished buttoning up the shirt, tugging the collar up, and draping his tie around Gildarts' neck until the ends lined up the way he wanted. He worked on knotting the tie in the way his father had taught him so long ago. Little things like this always served to remind him that his boyfriend had never had a father figure to teach him all the things that Silver took for granted.

He chuckled as an image of Porlyusica trying to teach a young Gildarts how to do this flitted through his mind.

“There you go, you look very handsome,” Silver adjusted the collar and kissed his cheek.

“Not bad,” Gildarts agreed, admiring himself in the mirror.

“Just don’t give some poor old lady a heart attack, I don’t want to be responsible for that.” He eyed their bed wistfully but grabbed some clothes from his closet and got dressed for the day instead.

“No promises,” Gildarts retorted, confidence fully restored. “I gotta get going, but I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep, no practice tonight, so I should be home early.”

“Great, can’t wait!” Gildarts gave him a quick hug. “Love you,” he called out, giving Silver one of the grins that still made him weak at the knees even after two years, before rushing out of the bedroom.

Silver could feel his mouth curving into a smile in response, and with one last well wish, he set about getting ready for his day.

A few hours later, he trudged into the crowded student center, searching his wallet for one of the coffee shop gift cards Porlyusica was continually giving him. She claimed her patients gave them to her, but Silver was pretty sure that was an excuse, and it warmed his heart to imagine the surly doctor standing in line to buy them just so that he could have a treat. She was a complicated person, but at her core, she was just as kind as her son.

She demanded their presence at her house every Sunday without fail, claiming to need their help with repairs. After bossing them around for a couple of hours, she would make them lunch, often making enough to send them home with plenty of leftovers and one of the gift cards. With Ur back in Margaret Town, Porlyusica was the only family they had at the moment, and he loved her for it.

Finding it, he looked at the line, sighing when it was just as long as always. Thankfully his next class was nearby, so he should be fine. He felt a huge yawn coming on and quickly covered his mouth. He’d stayed up way too late again, but at least he’d gotten most of the reading done.

“Silver?”

Upon hearing his name Silver turned around, finding Mika Cheney, his ex-girlfriend from high school, standing right behind him. “Hey, long time no see!” he greeted her with a quick hug, “How are you doing?”

“Good, it’s nice to see a familiar face around here,” Mika smiled at him, then peeked around him to observe the line they were standing in. “Busy place, huh?”

“Tell me about it,” Silver chuckled, “So did you just start your first year here? I thought you went to Clover Uni?”

“I did, I switched colleges after I got my bachelor’s. My dad insisted that the program here was better,” she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Still a hardass?” Silver asked, remembering many nights spent commiserating about their fathers.

“Yep, yours?”

Silver was about to answer when he felt himself being picked up from behind in an over the top manner that could only come from one person. He turned around as soon as he was set down, and sure enough, there was Gildarts, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

“You got it?” Silver asked, completely forgetting about Mika for the moment.

Gildarts nodded, grinning from ear to ear, “I got it.”

Silver wanted to kiss the fool out of him, but after coming out to their parents, they had both decided that while they would not deny their relationship if asked, they wouldn’t go searching for trouble either. He’d have to wait until they were at home to show Gildarts how proud he was of him.

“Who’s this?” Gildarts asked, noticing Mika gawking at them.

“Huh?” he turned to see who Gildarts was referring to, “Oh right, this is Mika Cheney. Mika, this idiot is Gildarts Clive. This is her first year here.”

“Obviously,” Gildarts remarked, “I never forget a beautiful woman.”

Mika’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, “Nice to meet you, Gildarts.”

“Oh, the pleasure is most definitely mine,” Gildarts winked, “So how do you like our school so far?”

“It’s different from what I’m used to, and I haven’t really met too many people yet, so I was glad to see Silver.”

The line finally began to move, much to Silver’s relief as a quick look down at his watch let him know he was running out of time before his class started.

“Well, maybe you could join us for dinner or something sometime,” Gildarts offered politely, ignoring Silvers’ attempts to get his attention. “Well, I just wanted to drop in and tell you while I knew where you were. See you at home, gotta go find a payphone to call my mom.”

He took off, leaving both of them staring after him.

“He is not hard to look at,” Mika commented unexpectedly.

“Bastard knows it too,” Silver agreed, finally getting to the counter and placing his order.

“So home, are you guys roommates?” Mika asked with interest.

“We live together,” Silver conceded, hating to pretend they were nothing when Gildarts was his everything.

“So, uhm,” Mika looked uncomfortable, and he tensed up, waiting for her next question, “this is kind of awkward, but do you know if he’s seeing anyone?”

He was caught off guard, both by her question and the way it made him feel. Gildarts was a likable guy, Silver was well aware of the attention he got for it, and even though he knew his boyfriend would never stray, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at times. Which was why he blurted out, “He’s with me,” before he realized it.

His name was called, and he grabbed his drink, “It was nice to see you again, Mika. I have to get to class.” He took off without a backward glance, leaving her staring after him with a flabbergasted expression on her face.

0-0

Gildarts had ordered pizza and bought a six-pack of beer on his way home from the University. They didn’t get take out often, always having to be mindful of their finances, but it was a special occasion, and he’d decided to splurge.

He’d busied himself with putting away the clothes he’d left strewn all over the bed that morning while waiting for Silver to come home. He was in a great mood and he hummed along with the radio. Even though his mother had yelled at him for interrupting her at work, he’d still heard the pride in her voice.

She’d even invited them over to her house for a celebratory dinner the following evening. And when he had asked to invite his supervisor from his previous internship, she’d only ranted for five minutes before agreeing.

He remembered Silver mentioning he’d be home early, and his thoughts turned to how good it had felt to have his hands all over him that morning. Gildarts was already getting aroused at the idea of continuing where they’d left off. Another thing he’d been dying to splurge on, but it would have to wait until Silver got home, and they’d finished eating their pizza…

Yeah, screw that, he couldn’t wait anymore. Not when thoughts of his boyfriend and all the things he wished they’d been able to do earlier wouldn’t leave his mind, only getting more creative and colorful with each passing second. Every single one seemed to last forever as he waited, and his cock was already responding, straining against the confinement of his clothes.

Besides, he thought to himself, if he got some of that frustration out now, he’d last a lot longer later. And that was all the self-persuasion he needed to lay back on the bed and undo his belt.

Gildarts closed his eyes, imagining Silver running his hands all over his body, pupils blown and mouth slightly open as he looked down at him. Would he undo the buckle slowly, or would he be in a rush to get his hands, or even better, his mouth on him?

Just thinking about the wet heat of Silver’s mouth as it licked and sucked him was making him groan with need. He quickly undid the buckle, unfastening the button of his pants and pulling them down. He tossed them on the floor, along with his underwear.

His hand strayed down. At first, only tracing the curve of his cock slowly, teasing himself just the way Silver would if he were there, but that didn’t last very long. Even that small touch was enough to get him going, and he soon wrapped his hand around his cock, still pretending his lover was there with him.

“Silver,” he moaned, jerking his hand up and down with abandon.

“Is this what you do when I’m not home?”

The last thing Silver had expected when he got home was to find Gildarts jerking off in the bedroom, and while it shocked him somewhat, it was also the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Gildarts saying his name in that needy voice reinforced that he was his, something Silver needed to hear after the incident with Mika earlier.

“You’re home,” Gildarts grinned, not looking ashamed in the slightest at being caught with his pants down. He made to get up, cock still hard, but Silver shook his head.

“I never said you should stop,” Silver’s tone was playful, but he knew Gildarts would recognize it for the challenge it was.

Gildarts raised an eyebrow but lay back down. “Anything in particular you want to see?”

“Surprise me,” Silver watched as Gildarts began to unbutton his shirt.

“Leave it!” he commanded, “I want to see you just like this. So desperate to have me fuck you, you couldn’t be bothered to take it off.”

Gildarts breath hitched at his words, his hand returning to its previous position and giving a tentative jerk. They’d never done this type of play before, and it was exciting.

Silver should have known he was in trouble the moment Gildarts peered straight into his eyes and grinned.

Grabbing one of the pillows, Gildarts placed it under his lower back. “Do you think you can grab me some lube?”

Silver found it hard to swallow, but he hurried to their nightstand, grabbed the first bottle he saw and handed it over. He leaned in, wanting to steal a kiss, but Gildarts refused, that same smile on his face. “You only get to watch.”

He should’ve seen it coming, knowing Gildarts as well as he did, and yet it still caught Silver off guard. He stared, entranced, as Gildarts poured some lube over his fingers before pulling up one of his legs and easing his finger inside. His eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend working himself open, oh so slowly.

“Is this the way you like to do it? I’ve never really done this to myself,” Gildarts mused, and how he could keep his voice level while fingering himself and jerking off was a mystery when Silver didn’t feel like he could trust his own voice.

His cock protested the action or lack thereof on his part, but he couldn’t look away, fascinated by what was happening in front of him.

Gildarts eased another finger in, hissing in discomfort as he thrust his fingers in and out, slowing down the rhythm on his cock as he did so. It was Silver who moaned in pleasure, prompting Gildarts to look at him.

” Like what you see?” Gildarts licked his lips, making Silver think of all the sinful things that mouth was capable of.

“Yessss,” Silver hissed, giving voice to the desire that burned through his veins.

“Show me how much.”

Silver didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping off his clothes and giving his cock the attention it craved. His eyes fell shut at the sensation, but he forced them back open, not wanting to lose at this game he’d started. Although at this point, he no longer understood the rules. He just knew he wanted to fuck Gildarts senseless, and didn’t care what he had to do to get there.

“Damn, that is hot,” Gildarts gasped, stopping what he was doing to watch as Silver put on a show for him.

“I want to fuck you,” Silver sensed he’d somehow managed to gain the upper hand, and he wasn’t about to back down. He began to thrust his hips, fucking his own hand for emphasis, “hard enough to slam your head against the headboard. I want to hear you beg for more, to scream my name so loudly the whole apartment floor will know you’re mine.”

“Sweet Mother of Jesus, I have no idea what’s gotten into you, but if you don’t get your ass over here and put your money where your mouth is, I’m gonna be seriously pissed.”

Silver hurried to the bed, not having to be told twice.

��I’d rather put my mouth on you,” he declared with a wicked grin. He tugged at Gildarts’ tie and pulled him up for a kiss, pushing him down when he was done.

“Just fuck me already,” Gildarts whined, the fingers in his ass speeding up as his need grew.

“You can beg better than that,” Silver taunted, grabbing his wrist to keep it from moving, much to his partner’s frustration. “Let me hear you.”

Silver moved down to Gidarts’ balls, taking them in his mouth and sucking on them, continuing to fondle them even as he licked a path down to where those fingers were, moving them out of the way to make room for his tongue. He started simple, licking zigzag patterns around the sensitive area.

“What are you-, oh God, that’s -” Gildarts panted, “Fuuuuck, I’m gonna-, Silver pleeeease!”

Silver tickled Gildarts’ hole with just the tip of his tongue, reveling in the loud moans Gildarts couldn’t contain.

He puffed out a small breath on the sensitive skin before thrusting his tongue in as far as he could get it, letting his tongue fuck Gildarts mercilessly, wanting to make him even more desperate for his cock. He repeated this a few times before asking innocently, “Please, what?”

He was being a jerk, and he knew it, but the sound of Gildarts begging for him as he lost all control was seriously turning him on. He was almost unbelievably hard, and he worked himself some more, desperately needing some friction on his leaking cock.

“I swear to God if you don’t stick your dick up my ass this instant, I am going to make you regret it the next time I top,” Gildarts fumed, thoroughly done with this game.

“Good enough,” Silver quipped before grabbing the bottle of lube and drizzling some over his cock, remembering Gildarts’ earlier hiss. Lining himself up, he rammed into Gildarts, slamming his head into the headboard as promised.

Silver gave him no quarter, ravaging him with a desperation he hadn’t even realized he’d felt. Every delicious moan he was able to coax out of Gildarts with his hands, and his mouth and his cock brought him closer to losing control as the pleasure built up in his body. But it was the sound of Gildarts screaming his name in ecstasy as he came that proved to be his undoing.

After all that teasing and weeks of pent up desire, neither of them had lasted very long, but they were both left more than satisfied. They lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of their climaxes. It had been so long since they’d had a moment like this. They wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.

“So, do you do that a lot?” Silver asked once he’d caught his breath, having never really thought about what Gildarts got up to while he was away. He leaned his head on Gildarts' broad shoulder as they both sat with their backs against the headboard.

“Not really, I’d rather wait for you most of the time. You just really got me going this morning,” Gildarts kissed Silver’s head, tenderly moving some strands of hair that had stuck to Silver’s sweaty forehead away from his face. “I’ve had a lot of sex over the years, but that was all there was to it, it was just sex. It’s different with you, and that feeling is better than anything I could ever manage on my own.”

Silver smiled, content with the answer, and remembering why it was they were celebrating, he praised, “I’m so proud of you, Sweetheart. You are gonna do such a great job at…,” he wrinkled his nose as he tried to remember any detail Gildarts might have mentioned. “What is the job anyway? You didn’t really say.”

“It’s a place that provides services to families in need. I’d be doing whatever they tell me to, but I’d get to work with kids who are growing up like I did, helping them find resources my mom and I never had access to.”

“Sounds like you were cut out for it. Except for the ‘doing whatever they tell you to do’ part, of course,” Silver teased his boyfriend.

Gildarts scoffed, “I can follow orders when I want to.”

Silver snorted, “Yeah, right after you tell them to go to hell.”

“I was pretty obedient a little while ago,” Gildarts reminded him.

Silver let out a little moan remembering how sexy his boyfriend had looked when he’d walked into their bedroom, “Yeah, you were. You better not be that obedient with anyone else,” he mock growled.

Gildarts peered at him and scratched his head, “Did something happen today?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, you don’t usually act so possessive, I mean I don’t mind it or anything,” Gildarts was quick to reassure him, “it’s just unusual for you.”

“It’s dumb,” Silver admitted, feeling stupid for the way he had overreacted at Mika’s innocent question.

“No such thing, Darlin’.” Gildarts caressed his cheek, then got up, loosening the tie and removing it as well as the soiled shirt from his sweaty body, giving Silver a beautiful view of his backside as he strode into the living room, and one of his front when he returned with the pizzas he’d ordered and two cans of beer. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

Silver sighed, “That girl I introduced you to earlier, we used to date in high school. You flirted with her, and after you left, she asked me if you were seeing anyone, and I just, I don’t know, I guess I snapped? I told her we were together.”

“Aww, you were jealous?” Gildarts offered him a slice of pizza and closed his eyes,” You don’t have anything to worry about, Silver. I’m not so fickle that I’d endanger what we have for a pretty face. I have my life all planned out, and you have a huge role in it.”

“Good,” Silver answered, mouth full of pizza. It had gone cold in the time they’d spent in the bedroom, but it had been worth it, and cold pizza was still great pizza. He reached out for Gildarts’ hand to hold while they both ate their pizza and drank their beer.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” Gildarts snapped his fingers, “Mom invited us over for dinner tomorrow, she wants to celebrate my internship.”

“Sounds good,” Silver yawned. It had been another long day, and although he knew he should probably study, he decided to put it off. He wanted to fall asleep in Gildarts' arms for once.

He tugged Gildarts' arm, letting him know he wanted him to lie down. Gildarts snorted, grabbed the boxes, tossed them on the floor to be disposed of later, and got under the covers.

Mine, Silver thought to himself with a smile as he curled himself around his boyfriend and drifted off to sleep.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #ftlgbtpride2020 #sildarts #ftlgbtales #fics #prompt: tease #I Take Pride In What I Am 2020 #silver x gildarts #silver x mika #mature #dads pride 2020 #chapter 1

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writingforyourpleasure · 4 years

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ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Characters: GERARD WAY x Reader

Author’s note: There’s some cursing but nothing too much to worry about. I’m considering doing a part 2 but I’m not sure yet. Tell me if you’ll be interested ?

Word Count: 2k225

1. The name’s Y/N

You walk into the empty parking lot , looking back at your friend and bandmate Dex , who is just getting out of your tour bus. To say that you were nervous was the least, but you wanted to look cool and relax or else it would be extremely awkward . When your friend finally arrived beside you, you started walking towards the empty venue , quickly followed by the three crew member, Max your sound engineer ,Billy and Ames both your bus drivers and stage managers.

This morning , the air was chill and you were already cursing to yourself not to had dressed yourself warmer. You were just wearing a camo pant with a large white t-shirt and your leather jacket with your ranger’s boots. You lightened up a smoke hoping to get warmer at the nauseous smell, Dex threw you a disapproving glance .

The arena wasn’t open just yet, so you waited .

“First time we’re gonna play in an arena huh?” asked Ames .

Ames was Indian , had short black hair and dark eyes which he almost always narrowed looking pretty distant and angry , but as soon as you get to know him he was very kind and funny. He was pretty tall (6 feet tall) . He’s been around for three years now . Helping packing, and driving the bus , he was the one to introduce you to Billy, his roommate, one year ago. Ames was a sweetheart always willing to help , he truly was part of you band now.

“Yeah pretty scary I have to admit . So scared I’m gonna screw up during the show.” Explained Dex fingering his blue hoodie nervously.

Dex was always pretty nervous about anything so it wasn’t a surprise to you. Dex drunked a lot of coffee , he hated any kind of smoke . You and Dex knew each other since you were 10 . You never were the one to discuss with people in elementary school ,always more attracted to drawing to something, than talk about a new Barbie with the girls of your class and boys were pricks so you preferred to be left alone , day dreaming alone. It’s not that you weren’t talkative and social , you were a lot in fact . But you didn’t find anyone worth having a discussion with . You though they were all kinda assholes to be honest . Than Dex arrived at your school they were from Ireland . Everyone in your class started to befriend them , but you were their best friend . In fact you even had a crush on them at the time. They were an explosion of colors and were pretty fun to be around , and most important, not an asshole . They confide you that they were non binary during the summer before the start of high school. Dex was short and almost just skin and flesh . with a flamboyant white hair and hazel eyes. Today they were wearing their favorite hoodie which was more a plaid than an hoodie to be honest, some vans and a destroyed red wine jean .

You took a long drag of your cigarette not wanting to participate in the discussion. You had already so much on your mind , you didn’t want to show it to the guys.

“You screwing up ? Nah can’t happen men . Never had since I’m here at least .” Said Billy trying his best to reassure your bandmate , patting them on the right shoulder . Billy and Dex were best friends since he tagged along after one of our show back to one year ago. Billy was also Irish , but more like a ‘stereotypical’ Irish than Dex . He was more pale than the snow itself , had sweet freckles all over his face and body , you knew it because you couldn’t not remark the gentles dots all over his arms whenever he was packing your instrument in his metal merch T-shirt, he had long natural wave ginger hair, eyebrows and beard . He was much more massive than Ames who looked like a sixteen years old . He could be quite frightening when you jut looked at his appearance unlike Ames who looked like a cinnamon roll but had this angry vibe whenever he went , Billy on his side was the most kind and attentive guy you had ever met . Billy was tall, much more taller than anyone you knew.

“It’s because you’re around since only 1 year mate !” Laughed Ames , making me smirk along .

Max was listening without really doing it, more worried about freezing his ass off in the empty parking lot than to engage with the group. Max was an okay guy. Not one of the most talkative, except for when he had a drink or two. Max was from England just like you. He was quite pale too . He had brown straight hair , a little peach fuzz, couldn’t seemed to grow a bear . Max had little ring earrings and transparent olive glasses , he often wore grey beanies . He was pretty short and was the oldest of your little group. He was working for you since four years already, you knew him from this little bar where you used to perform at your debut .

As you were lost in your thoughts two other tour bus pulled up in the parking lot, soon followed by a third.

“Ha ! Finally !” sighed Max.

You took a long drag of your cigarette , eyeing closely for the crew to come out of it .

A large group of people were descending from it, laughing between them . They seemed a whole lot warmer than you, dressed appropriately in coats and beanies . They all looked older than the four of you, most of them probably stage manager and crew members. A guy came up running to you, he looked older than the group of guys chatting in front of their buses and a little more ‘polished’ in way.

“Hi! You must be Violent Gasoline ? I’m Damien, the tour manager. » The guy presented himself , extending his left hand.

You gave a quick nod in agreement, your smoke still stuck between your lips. Max extended his own hand to the guy activating his ‘business mode’ on.

“Nice to meet you in person Damien. My name’s Max I’m the sound engineer and I guess you could also say the tour manager. This is Billy and Ames , our stage crew and finally Dex and Y/N from Violent Gasoline!”

You jumped on your foots trying to warm up yourself , while everyone shook Damien’s hand. Yours were put away in your pant pockets too cold to even move .

“So I have called the arena crew and they’re supposed to open the private gate any minute now.” Warned Damien , giving us an apologizing look . “I hope you didn’t wait for too long …”

“No, it’s okay mate .” Said Billy lying , not wanting to make him feel responsible of anything.

“By the way, those are our staff/crew members” told us Damien , pointing at the crew next to the buses. “The guys should be here in an hour they went to have breakfast, before starting the day. Did you had any?”

“Yeah just before we arrived , in the tour bus.” Smiled Dex . They did , you just had coffee .

Than a guy dressed entirely in black from head to toe opened to us , you dumped your cigarette on the cold pavement , soon enough the crew joined you and you all went inside . You gladly welcomed the warmth of the space eating you up, relaxing a little. Dex seemed to have regained some colors on their side , while you felt comfortable enough to get your hands out of your pockets. As you were the one being here first you started soundcheck pretty early , adjusting lights and balance check . You placed yourself behind your drums as soon as Ames and Billy installed your kit. You were now playing since three hours and had removed two of your songs off your song list to replaced them by news songs from your next album in writing . Dex had some difficulties with the solo bass line from one of your new song .

“Dex, you know what , just let’s not do this one . We’ll replace it with ‘Do ré mi’ as usual ”You shouted to your bandmate, referring to your Nirvana cover, you used to finish every gig with this one. “We’re almost done anyway.”

“Y/N , no way, I’m not-“ Dex started turning to look at you , before being cut in the middle of their sentence by a loud ‘bang’ from a door closing .

Soon followed by loud chatting and laughter from a group of guys entering the venue from the left side in front of the stage. Quickly Damien arrived ruining up to them , hushing directly at them pointing the stage to them. Everything went silent.

“Awkward…” You whispered to yourself as no one moved .

“Sorry , we didn’t mean to be rude .” Excused one of the guys with blond hair. They all went to sit in the arena crowd.

You stand up from your kit , you went for your bottle of water. “ It’s okay, we were done anyway.” You took a sip at the bottle , before catching Dex looking frustrated over you not letting them redo his solo for the one hundred and fiftieth time of the day. They’ll get over it.

You left the stage , Dex jogging up to you trying to catch up their breath before proposing to grab a bite in your dressing-room for launch with Max, Ames and Billy . You were starving since you didn’t ate this morning. Billy and Ames had gone catch the rest of yesterday dinner in your bus which consisted to a pasta salad, with orange juice and clementines for dessert . Max was in the hallway talking on the phone with your label. Once you finished your plate you brought back to your bus the dishes and started cleaning it up, you were tired of your rehearsal so you went to your bunk to get some sleep setting your alarm to five pm and took a well deserved nap.

‘Prey for me’ from The fever 333 echoed into the room waking you up , you groan not really wanting to wake up from bed at this point. With a long sigh you stopped your phone from doing any more sounds, and got up. Once dressed you searched your leather jacket at the research of your pack of cigarettes.

“Where the fu-“

“Here” Ames was handing to you your pack of cigarette looking as you had just woken him up from his own nap on your couch . You jumped , taken by surprised by his presence but soon regain posture reaching for your cigarettes. Ames often borrowed some of yours paying you back later on so you weren’t even surprised.

“Where are the guys ?” You asked before he got back to his nap .

“Still hanging out in your lodge .” He said before resting his face on the pillow he found and closing his eyes , almost already snoring .

You got out welcomed by the cold from outside , winter was a pain in the ass. You reached for a cigarette before lightening it up and taking a long drag from it . By the time you crossed all the parking lot to the arena your smoke was long gone. Once inside you headed straight to your lodge. Before opening the door the room, you heard laughter coming from inside.

“Hey guys, what’s the joke ?” You said opening the door with a smirk.

Suddenly six eyes land on you. What was happening …? ‘Awkward’ you murmured yet again . On the red velvet sofa was seated three guys from earlier, on the couch next to them was slumped Billy, Dex and the blonde from earlier.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt guys !” you said trying to play it cool with a sly smirk on your face.

“No haha don’t worry dude ! They’re My Chemical Romance!” Stated Billy lifting up his beer to prove his point . The blonde stood up welcoming you by kissing your cheeks .

“Hi my name’s Mikey ! I’m the bass player , nice to meet you!” You gave a nod

“The name’s Y/N .” You said debating over whether to or not to kiss the other members. The browned haired boy with a lot of tattoos decided to help you out by lifting himself up to welcomed you.

“Hey , Frank. I’m the guitarist.” He said calmly handing out his hand for you to shake. Once done he returned on right side of the couch, while the guy on the left side got up to kiss both of your cheeks.

“Ray ! Also guitarist.” He had a sincere smile . Then the last one got up, he had dark hair, hazel eyes, red make up and was pretty pale.

“I’m Gerard , the lead singer” He said shaking your hand. You had to admit he was good looking, they all were to be honest.

#mcr #my chemical romance #fanfict #fanfict mcr #gerard way x reader #gerard way #gerard way imagine #frank iero #frank iero imagine #frank iero x reader #ray toro #ray toro x reader #mikey way #mikey way x reader #ray toro imagine #mikey way imagine

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dekuinthelake · 4 years

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Why I’m okay with people knowing I’m transgender

Firstly, I want to start off by saying that if you’re trans and for your own comfort and safety you don’t want to be “outed” that’s 100% understandable and you should not feel bad about that. We all need to move at our own pace when discovering our social limits and confidence. My journey will have not been the same as yours. I live in Colorado, a state that is fairly trans friendly and am a trans man, meaning I’ve most likely had a safer time than I might have elsewhere. Trans women have it especially difficult, and if you feel unsafe in a situation that’s up for you to gage. It doesn’t make you less valid or a coward or anything like that.

Just know that I’m writing this for you and other trans/nb folks. I want our choices to transition to feel like the right one, even when people who don’t understand are making you second guess.

Context:

From the time I was 16-23, I was immensely depressed. I dropped out of highschool because of an immense disillusionment for the future. Primarily, I believed I didn’t have one. I’d always been bad at school, so collage was out of the question. I thought I was too ugly to get married and so that traditional Mormon thing my mother specifically had impressed upon me, which was having kids obviously. Most people disliked me because at the time, I had an extremely aggressive and compulsive attitude thanks to being absolutely lost emotionally. I hated my body and my mind and was convinced the things I despised could never change.

Ironically, one of the thorns in my side was how I always wanted to be a man instead. I recall coming home from school some days and just curling up in bed and sobbing about it.

“If I was a boy, people wouldn’t make fun of my ugly ass body.” Something I felt primarily about my chest. Once I strangled a kid for pointing out my bra strap through a white shirt. No joke. I was volatile and pissed all the time because of dysphoria. Comments about being feminine quite literally triggered me growing up. Every violent fight I remember growing up was caused by someone making fun of me in relation to female gender.

Despite this problem being so obvious, my religious parents took me to Mormon operated therapy. The suggestions I was given by councilors was typically “Have you tried praying about it?” Or “Are you going to Young Women’s every Sunday?” For those of you who don’t know, in the LDS church, they separate Sunday school for age groups based on gender. In particular, they forced all girls to wear dresses.

Having that identity forced on me every Sunday against my will from a very young age caused me to resist in aggressive attitude. Hit a kid in the face with my bible bag once for telling me I should be in the kitchen.

Another unfortunate side effect of the Mormon upbringing was literally not knowing that trans people even existed. I recall seeing trans people (like with waiter we had once) and being a little perplexed but not too bothered. But no one had ever explained the concept to me until much, much later.

After I had dropped out, a friend of mine came out and at the time the concept was alien. I’d spent so much time in my life trying to choke down any hope of being a guy because of religion it seemed impossible to even change genders. But then a mutual friend between me and my trans one (who is now my roommate) explained to me in a car ride I still remember vividly about what testosterone does to your body. Bit of a side note, but the ‘micro phalus’ thing was something I straight didn’t believe and OH BOY LMAOOOO.

Anyway, with that information now tumbling around on my mind... I accepted my friend and continued to ignore my obvious feelings!

Life marched on. I sunk in to gaming addiction, depression, and repression. I think I first tried to kill my self when I was 20 years old. I had quit my job thanks to a car crash I got in to and sunk in to doing absolutely nothing but playing MMOs for months. Eventually I just convinced myself there was no possible way my life could anything meaningful or productive. I had a fairly unhelpful stay in a mental hospital. I got out, got a job at the Denver zoo as a janitor.

I coasted for a few years there. That job taught me a lot. People skills, how to work hard, how to care about the future... And one of my coworkers was a trans man. We didn’t talk much about his transition. Mostly we just talked about cool things at work and how shitty customers were.

I think that kind of interaction was so important to me. To everyone, him being trans was just natural. No one cared and he seemed pretty happy.

With that information I started to do a bit of research on my own. I’m not sure how many months of consideration I had before coming out subtly to my current roommate in a car.

At the time, pondering coming out to everyone around me and having to confront my body every day in mirrors I cleaned for a living became a sort of hell. I worked the 4am shift and had no one to talk to for the entire duration of my work day, leaving me with lots of time to watch videos and think. I mean I mentally battled myself to the point I was in a lot of pain. So I started taking pain killers, mood stabilizers, drinking, and smoking weed in excess. Since I worked in the dark alone, no one would know how fucked up I was. The primary wrench in me finally accepting my own needs was again that feeling of hopelessness. The process of transition seemed so intimidating. It’s expensive. It will take effort. What if I fuck this or that up?

Early 2017, I tried to kill myself again after months of tormenting myself. I remember when they put me in the ICU and asked for my name, I told them Mike instead of my now dead name. The nurses asked if I had a pronoun preference and I just couldn’t say anything at all. But the chart whiteboad hanging on the wall in front of my bed said “Mike’s”. Everyone who came to visit me saw this. In a way, I had forced myself to come out. My stay in the mental hospital provided the same information as the last, but this time I was more ready to accept it.

One of the exercises we did was write plans for the future. Before, I had left it blank. But this time? I had goals. One of them was to come out officially in a far less destructive fashion. My dad seemed to accept it but not fully support. Due to family tensions that were somewhat unrelated to coming out, I ended up moving out in Late September 2018.

Soon everyone in my personal life knew. I got laid off with my entire department at the zoo. I remember coming out to some of my coworkers based on how religious they were the last day. My next job, I introduced myself as Mike and even got a name tag.

At the end of 2018 I started on hormones after a battle to get ahold of a doctor. Since then, I’ve been a lot happier.

I’ve lost over 100lbs and started working out.

I’m currently working the highest paying job I’ve ever had.

I’m living in an apartment with people I really care about.

The people I keep around me accept my pronouns and are proud of me coming out.

I’ve grown a mustache I love so much I can’t bare to shave it.

The power of self actualization

In every respect, coming out and presenting myself in exactly the way I want to has improved my life. For me that included medically transitioning. It’s like I finally have something to look forward to. All the little changes make me excited and more confident in what I like every day.

Even minor things like clothing are now these exciting vehicles of self expression. I never used to buy things I liked since my parents controlled what I was and was not aloud to wear. And even when I got my own money, those standards forced upon me by Mormonism held me back. Every pay check has more meaning when I’m replacing the old life that I hated so much. I seriously love this tiger shirt I got.

I’m proud to tell people I’m trans because finally admitting to myself has improved my life and mental health and unimaginable degree. I went from wanting to die basically at all times to having excitement for what comes next. I’m enjoying activities that I never would have before. Going to gay bars and dancing has been so enriching for me and I absolutely never would have done that before when I was all angry and bristly.

Being trans can be such a possitive experience. It’s freedom. It’s being able to live your life comfortably.

I know there are a lot of people who don’t understand or don’t want to because of their upbringing... and if you are one of those people who managed to read all this, please know they if you’re anti-trans, you’re anti-freedom of expression, anti-mental health, and anti-social.

Coming out was like removing a clog from my life. I’ve FINALLY been able to start living. And that’s something I want people to know about me. I felt dead before I changed my name and pronouns.

By the way. I’m Mike. He/him. 25. And I’m not going to try and kill my self ever again because I’m enjoying my big trans life.👌

#long post #trans #transgender #pride #trans pride #guess this is my new years post #HAPPY NEW YEARS

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frickfracksnatchisback · 5 years

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Say it with Flowers (Snatcher x MC)

Here we go lads! A cute, fluffy snippet of Snatcher confessing his love to his crush! (I was inspired by this ask, if anyone’s wondering) Basically, Snatcher is a dork and his crush is slightly oblivious to what he’s trying to do. Also, the crush will be referred to as “they/them” just so nobody gets confused!

Have fun! ;3

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As Snatcher waited in one of the quieter parts of his forest, he was starting to become slightly impatient. He could feels himself becoming more and more nervous with every minute that went by. Occasionally, he’d summon a wristwatch to check the time or a hand mirror so he could make sure he still looked somewhat “presentable”. He’d adjust the tie he was wearing, or run his hand through his floof so it wasn’t messed up. But after doing that about five times in a row, he resorted to fidgeting. It was something he hated doing, but right now it was helping. All the while he thought to himself.

Why the heck was he doing this?

Because I told myself I was going to do it, Snatcher thought to himself. And it was true. He had been thinking of confessing to them for a while now. He’d just been putting it off till the last second. And if he didn’t do it soon, these strange emotions were going to drive him crazy. Might as well get this over with now, right? After all, he shouldn’t be afraid of something so...so…

Simple.

Snatcher snapped his fingers, a bouquet appearing in his hands. He turned the roses over to inspect them, carefully touching a few of the petals. He had (begrudgingly) taken Moonjumper’s advice, by getting something special for them. At first, he had just gotten some regular roses from a flower shop in Mafia Town. But then he remembered Moon’s words, “Get them something that shows you care!”. And the roses by themselves...they just didn’t seem like enough. So, he decided to use a bit of magic to make the roses seem a bit more “special”. After doing a bit of research, he use at least three spells that he knew they would be sure to love. One to make the roses glow, another to make them sparkle, and a final one to make sure they would never wilt or die. That showed he cared for them, right?

But as he looked over the magic roses in his hands, a cluster of beautiful reds and pinks, he wasn’t so sure about his chances. Would this really be enough? Would they even accept his confession? Because the last time he gifted someone flowers-

YOU TRAITOR! YOU LIED TO ME!

V-Vanessa, wait-

I HATE YOU! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!

I-I do love you! Just let me expl-

NEVER! GUARDS! TAKE HIM AWAY!

No! Vanessa, please! This is all just a misunderstanding! Vanessa?!

VANESSA! PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE-

...It didn’t end too well. And while he didn’t expect them to come running at him with a knife (not like he could die again, anyways), there was still a lingering fear of rejection. After all, this was silly, right? Him of all people? Actually in love caring about someone? The all-powerful king of Subcon having a slight, teeny tiny, ever so minuscule crush on somebody? It was a ridiculous notion. And extremely ludicrous-sounding to them, no doubt. Perhaps...perhaps he should back out now. To save the trouble and embarrassment. It’s not like he was too late to change his mi-

“Hey, Snatcher!”

Snatcher let out a yelp of surprise and quickly hid the bouquet behind his back. He smiled nervously, as they walked into the clearing with him. They smiled cheerily at him, giving him a wave. And he smiled back at them, if not a little nervously. While he tried to look as calm and collected as he could on the outside, he was practically screaming on the inside.

They actually showed up, he thought to himself in disbelief. And I didn’t practice anything to say. I’m a complete idiot. I should have written it all down so I won’t mess this up. And...OH MY STARS, WHAT IF I DO MESS UP?! WHAT IF I DROP THE FLOWERS AS I’M GIVING IT TO THEM?! THEY WOULD HATE ME FOR THAT! THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH-

He tried to shake away the worries in his mind and, instead, focused on greeting them.

“A-ah, hello! You arrived earlier than I thought you would...” Snatcher said, trying to put on a confident smile.

“Of course! You said it was important in the letter you sent me.” they replied back. Snatcher felt himself gulp.

The letter! Peck, he had forgotten all about that! Originally, he had thought about talking to them in person. But when that didn’t seem to work, due to his cowardice, he had thought about just leaving the flowers at their house. And when that seemed much too stalker-like, he had decided on a completely different approach. A letter, telling them to visit the quiet clearing in his forest for a “private matter”. At first, it seemed like a good idea. He even managed to convince himself to put his name on it, instead of just leaving it anonymous. But right now the regret was starting to set in.

“Uhhh, yes, It’s very serious, I’m afraid.” Snatcher mumbled out, feeling stupid and wanting so badly to bolt on this. But it was too late now, much to his dismay. Their face fell, looking rather worried at these words.

“Am I in trouble?” they asked, their head hanging low.

“W-what? No!” Snatcher assured them, waving a free hand in front of him. “I-I just...wanted to...” his voice trailed off, his face flushing bright yellow. But he stops there, not able to say the rest. They look at him, confused. Was he feeling alright? He normally wasn’t like this.

“Are you okay? Do you-”

“I’m fine.” Snatcher growled under his breath. They flinched a little at this, and Snatcher quickly noticed. “I-I’m sorry. I’m just...having trouble with this...” he decided to be honest. They liked it when he was honest, right? Now if only he could get the important part out.

“Oh...alright?” they said, feeling a bit more comfortable. They were still very confused though. Snatcher was acting so odd, not to mention flustered. It was actually kind of cute... But what was he so reluctant to say? “By the way, I like the tie! You look very nice!” they complimented him, thinking that would help. And it did, with Snatcher grinning shyly at them and blushing even more.

“Thank you...very much...” Snatcher said, before pulling said tie and clearing his throat. “W-well...I just noticed that...you’ve been visiting my forest quite a lot lately.” he stuttered, cursing at himself in his mind as he did. But nonetheless, they were listening to him patiently, so that helped a ton.

“Heh, what can I say? I have a thing for exploring haunted forests.” they joked, hoping to help Snatcher loosen up a bit. Snatcher did chuckle a bit, rubbing the back of his head.

“Heheheh, r-right. Speaking of that...” Snatcher felt his face growing hotter as he continued. “Whenever you happen to visit my home, to check on me or whatever-” he felt a slight twang of regret at that last part. How did he let that slip out?! Regardless, he tried to keep going. “I feel...I feel...” Snatcher felt himself getting stuck again, as he looked back at them.

They looked so pretty, beautiful, not to mention absolutely perfect. If he still had a heart or pulse, it would be thumping like crazy in his chest right now. He thought how much he liked having them around his forest, which was a new feeling. And they were always so nice to him every time the visited his home. But...how could he ever return those feelings? He was the worst at this sort of thing, considering he hadn’t done it in years. And he was not know for his “caring nature” towards anyone or anything for that matter. Panic started to set in, as Snatcher feared for everything to go horribly wrong.

Oh my stars, they are way out of my league! Why on earth would they say “Yes”?! What was I thinking?!

“You feel?...” they tried to help him along, waiting for him to get the words out.

But Snatcher felt like freezing on the spot. Maybe teleporting away to anywhere that wasn’t here. Or hiding in his home and never coming out. He felt weak and helpless, and he hated every second of it. Not to mention they were staring directly at him, which sapped all courage out of him. He felt like screaming, panicking, and running all at them same time. He gripped the roses behind his back tighter and tighter-

“This...this is so stupid.” Snatcher sighed in defeat, putting his face into his free hand. “I apologize, I must be wasting your time. I just can’t seem to-”

“No, it’s okay! You’re doing just fine.” they encouraged him. “I don’t mind spending extra time with you. It’s why I came here in the first place, silly!” they gave him a patient smile, making a heart with their hands at him. Snatcher could feel his whole face blushing, as his floof puffed up from being so flustered. He tried to hide his face from behind his claws, but it hardly helped since his face was glowing such a bright yellow.

Well...what the heck. What did he have to lose? Besides practically everything-

“I wanted to show you how much I lo-” Snatcher nearly let the “L” word slip out of his mouth, before hastily coughing over it. “I-I mean...really appreciate you!” he laughed nervously, a little louder than he would have liked. Their expression grew a bit surprised, which made Snatcher feel like he was sweating buckets. “S-so, I got you...th-these.” Snatcher slowly removed the bouquet from behind him. He held it out for them, shutting his eyes tight and shaking a little as he did.

“Snatcher...” he could hear their gasp of surprise. He could feel his nervousness growing with every step as them came closer. Now they were right in front of him, as he felt their hands on his. He flinched at bit as this, tightening his grip on the flowers. He braced himself, squeezing his eyes tighter and shaking like a leaf. He waited for the cruel laughter. For the mocking tone of heartless rejection. For the sound of the bouquet hitting the ground and getting crushed by their shoes. Or worse, for the cold unforgiving tone of disgust. With them promptly throwing the roses in his face and-

“Ha, seems like you beat me to it.”

“...what?” Snatcher opened his eyes in surprise and confusion. He was surprised to see that they were much closer to him than he thought. In fact, very close to him, and (sort of) holding hands with him. They stared down at the roses, the glowing spell illuminating their face, making their beauty even more radiant. Snatcher shut his mouth, fearing that he would ruin his perfect moment. If only he had a camera, or a tape recorder. He wished this moment could last forever.

“These are so beautiful.” they said as they looked up at Snatcher, which he was not prepared for. “I don’t think my gift will even compare...” they trail off, smiling sadly.

“A gift? For me?” Snatcher blurted out, before he could stop himself. Their eyes widened, and they turned their head away for a moment. That’s odd, Snatcher thought to himself. Is it just me or do they look...nervous?

“It’s not as good as yours, trust me.” they let go of his hands so they could look for it in their pockets. “I wanted to give it to you after we were done talking. I mean, before I knew you were going to…y’know, surprise me.” they mumbled, rummaging until they finally pulled it out. “Here. I’ll trade ya.” they half-smiled. Snatcher, still a bit in shock, exchanged his gift for theirs without saying anything. And after starting at them blankly, taking in the fact that they were enjoying his gift, he looked down at what was in his hands.

A small, light purple letter.

He opened it carefully, trying his best not to rip the envelope. He opened the flap, and took out a hand-made card. He took a moment to stare at it, dumbfounded, before opening it gently. He noticed how nice their cursive looked, written in red ink with small heart doodles scattered here and there. And then he began to read the message...

Dear Snatcher,

I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time

And I’ve been thinking about it ever since we met

You’re very special to me, and I wanted to ask you...

Snatcher felt his non-existent heart race as his eyes fell to the closing lines-

Would you like to be my SOUL-mate?

Much love, XOXO

Snatcher simply stared at the card, like his eyes were glued to it. He didn’t know what to say, he was at a complete loss for words.

“Do you like it?” they asked him, worried by the lack of response. Snatcher manage to tear his eyes away from the card to look down on them.

“Are you serious? This isn’t a joke?” Snatcher asked them, his voice flat and to the point. They shrunk back at this, afraid they did something wrong. Was he mad at them? Was the pun a little too much? Maybe they shouldn’t have added that in… But they slowly nodded back at him, holding the bouquet for comfort. Snatcher kept staring at them blankly, making them extremely nervous.

Then Snatcher started to laugh.

But it wasn’t a cruel laugh, or even his signature evil laugh. It was a laugh of delight and cheer, as he flashed a giant smile at them. Then, before they even saw it coming, Snatcher scooped them up off the ground and into his arms. They let out a surprised yelp as he spun himself around, floating higher up in the air before eventually sinking back down. Both of their gifts fell to the ground, but they landed just fine and weren’t even ruined. Which was good, considering that Snatcher was too busy holding them in his embrace.

“Hahaha, yes! Thank you so much!” Snatcher exclaimed, hugging them close. Joyous tears started to build up in his eyes, but he didn’t care. Because right now he felt like the happiest ghost alive! Not only did they accept his confession, but they felt the same way about him! And he wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world. Not even all the souls on the planet could make him as happy as he was now.

“Snatcher...you’re squishing me...” they grunted, their face buried in Snatcher’s floof.

“Oh! Sorry!” Snatcher quickly apologized, letting them breath. “I just…I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.” he said softly, blushing. They looked back at him, once they got their bearings, and smiled at his cute flustered face.

“Good. You deserve to be happy.” they whispered as they went to gently hug him around his neck. They leaned in close, pressing their cheek against his. Snatcher was taken aback, before nuzzling them back with a dopey smile on his face. He sighed, closing his eyes and beginning to purr.

They both jumped at the sound, looking at each other. Snatcher felt like his face was burning, going entirely glowing yellow. They started to giggle at the sight, he was just too cute!

“So...you can purr?” they asked, putting a hand over their mouth to stifle their giggling.

“Sh-shut up.” Snatcher grumbled, his floof puffing up to the extreme. This just made them snicker more, before eventually letting it die down.

“Well, I think it’s cute, dork.” they added in that last part, before leaning back to plant a small kiss on Snatcher’s cheek.

“Ack! D-don’t do that!” Snatcher yelped in annoyance, trying to hide himself in all the fluff. But secretly, he enjoyed the smooch that they gave him. A little more than he would like to admit. They caught Snatcher’s attention again by fixing the tie around his neck. And he couldn’t help but smile, and sigh at them dreamily.

“Whatever you say, nerd.” they chuckled, tightening the tie before leaving it be. And the minute they were done, Snatcher brought them back into a hug. They were taken by surprise, before smiling and hugging him back. “I’m glad you told me, Snatcher.” they sighed, rubbing their face back into his soft fluff. Snatcher started to purr again, but he paid no mind to it. It was actually starting to become rather comforting with them around.

“Yeah, ditto.” Snatcher sighed back, holding them closer.

And as the moonlight lit up the dark forest around them, and the two held each other lovingly, he felt like this was the best moment in his afterlife. To think, that he would ever be able to love again. And for once, his loved one loved him back! Actual, real love for a person like him. It lit a spark in his non-existent heart that he had, surprisingly, missed being able to feel all these years...

He was starting to like this whole “affection” thing.

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shokudou-boogie · 4 years

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I’ve got a doozy of a post here, so it’ll be pretty long. Might have some coarse language as well, so just a heads up.

I woke up this morning thinking about mozzarella. I’m not entirely sure why, but nothing really inspired me or prompted me to make mozzarella. I just thought, “hey, why don’t I try making mozzarella?”

I recalled how simple it is from watching Ugly Delicious on Netflix, so I thought that I’d give it a shot since I was up early enough.

It’s safe to assume that everyone knows about mozzarella. It’s a cheese originating from Italy, and it’s traditionally made from buffalo milk. I don’t have any access to buffalo though, so whole milk was the next best option.

After going through a wild goose chase trying to find citric acid and rennet, I was able to buy everything else that I needed to make the mozzarella.

Doing some research on making mozzarella, it seemed pretty easy enough, and doesn’t take long at all, so I felt pretty confident that things would turn out okay. It was, however, the complete opposite, and I have never felt so nervous making something like cheese from scratch.

Hit the jump to read about my experience, and a recipe.

So, the recipe was simple enough, and only called for a few ingredients. Whole milk, preferably pasteurized, not “Ultra Pasteurized” or whatever it was called. Some rennet, citric acid, and salt.

I took a gallon of whole milk and poured it into a large 6-quart dutch oven, then poured in my citric acid and water mixture. Simple enough. Then I heated the milk up to 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

Devil number for funsies

After I removed it from the heat, I added the rennet and water mixture to the milk, stirred it in, and then the waiting game began. This is where the nervousness began to set in, because a lot of recipes called for a five-minute waiting time for the milk to stiffen up, almost like soft tofu.

However, I was not experiencing that at the moment. I even posted an Instagram story with the frustration that was starting to come through.

About ready to give up at this point. But at the same time, giving up was not an option.

I waited five minutes, then I waited another five. Still not getting the soft-tofu like curds to show up yet. I’m starting to get worried because I was not thrilled with the idea of pouring a bunch of milk with a bunch of crap in it down the drain.

So this time, I waited another 10 minutes, and then out of desperation, when I tried to cut the curds, it turns out I got that soft-tofu that I wanted!

YES

From there, I put the pot back on the heat so I can heat up the curds to extract more whey out of it. Up to 105 F, the whey started to separate from the curds, and it was looking more like what I saw on the YouTube tutorials.

Yuck. But YESSSSSSS.

After working it a little bit, I scooped out the curds with a slotted spoon and put them in a bowl. It was now time to heat up the cheese in a microwave to get it up to 135 F so I can shape the cheese and get the mozzarella to it’s deserved glory.

I was a little off-put by using the microwave, but almost every recipe I looked at kept mentioning the microwave. I’m no expert on cheese, so I’ll take any advice that I can get.

Slop time, baybee

I didn’t think I was going to yield that much cheese. I think I got about a pound of mozzarella. I didn’t think of it that hard though, since I wanted to make as much cheese as I could. The fact that I’m making my own cheese was exciting enough.

After warming up the cheese in NOT the bowl pictured above, I salted the mozzarella a bit to draw out the taste, and started folding, stretching, and working the cheese. However, it was kind of cold in my kitchen, so working the cheese was a little difficult, and I couldn’t really see how stretchy we could get the mozzarella. I think that’s something to ponder the next time I make this.

But this is what I was left over once I pinched off my small mozzarella balls.

Oh my god, what am I going to do with all this...

The experience of making my own mozzarella was fun, and I think there are going to be a few times where I make this, but I might try different things with it. For starters, I might use a different kind of rennet, since the one I used was something that no one recommended at all and that I should avoid (oops).

Overall, this was really fun to make. But enough of my rambling: here’s what I did to make this mozzarella.

Ingredients

1 1/4 cups of water

1 1/2 tsp citric acid

1 Junket rennet tablet

1 gallon of milk, whole

1 tsp. kosher salt

I’d like to note that you NEED a thermometer for this. Do not attempt to wing or ballpark the temperature. You will screw it up.

1. Take one cup of water and stir in your citric acid until it dissolves. Take the remaining water and put it in a separate bowl/container and dissolve the rennet tablet in there.

2. Pour your gallon of milk in a non-reactive pot (like a ceramic dutch oven) that’s about 6-7 quarts. Stir in your citric acid solution into the pot and then set the pot over medium high heat, heating up the contents up to 90 F.

3. Once the milk is 90 F, remove the pot from the heat and then stir in the rennet solution and start counting to 30. Once you get to 30, put the lid on the pot, and leave it alone for 5* minutes.

* I’d just like to note that if it’s still liquid-y, let it sit for another 5-10 minutes. I waited almost 20 minutes until I started getting the soft-tofu texture.

4. After the milk has set, cut a grid into the curds, cutting horizontally, then vertically, and that you’re cutting to the bottom of the pan. Once you’ve cut the curds, put the pot back onto medium heat, letting the curds reach a temperature of 105 F, while stirring gently.

5. Once the curds reach the temperature of 105 F, remove from the heat, and stir gently for another 4-5 minutes. Use a slotted spoon to remove the curd and place into a microwave-safe bowl.

6. Microwave the curds for about a minute and drain off any excess whey. Fold the curds together so they hold together a little bit. You may want to use food-safe gloves so you don’t burn the heck out of your hands.

7. After folding it together a few times, stick the bowl back into the microwave for 30 seconds to heat up the cheese, and check the temperature. If it’s 135 F, the cheese is ready for stretching and shaping. If not, stick it in the microwave for another 30 seconds. You want the cheese warm enough so it’s easy to stretch and fold.

8. The more you work the cheese, it’ll become smoother, more firm, tighter, shinier. Once you get to that point, you can start pinching off balls of mozzarella in any shape that you want. Me, I pinched off four small balls so I could use it for my plating.

And... that’s it!

For my mozzarella balls, I’ve topped it off with some salt, some fresh ground pepper, and garnished it with basil and olive oil.

Everyone says that it’s good right away, and you can store it in a small container with some of the leftover whey with salt so that it doesn’t dry out.

With how easy this was, I’m definitely going to have to do this again. It’s so easy and it’ll save so much money, and now I can brag to people that I’ve made my own cheese.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this new format where I’ve tried to take pictures of the cooking process. I don’t know if I’d ever do that again, but I’ll admit it was fun. If I had another person with me that could take pictures, that would be ideal, but... yeah. *shrug*

#foodporn #food photography #mozzarella #cheese #home made cooking #easy recipe #food #italian #i don't know what other hashtags i could use

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starsmuserainbow · 4 years

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(I've never done this before but...) All symbols for that Munday meme? XD

Monday Malarkey

[[Thanks for sending! And wow guess that means this post will be quite a size xD!]]

☯ : Do you prefer to wing it or to plot things out first when it comes to longer threads?

I think that always depends - but in general, I assume it tends to be good to at the very least have a starting point, so I guess that means plotting (to a degree, and not completely counting when stuff comes from memes because usually that takes care of a rough starting-point)? But when we do have a general ‘what we want to happen’, I think it’s nice to just let things happen as they do?

So, I guess a mix of both!

✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?

I don’t know, actually! I’m absolutely incapable of putting stuff into genres, so I don’t know! I like when, somewhere in threads, people actually open up to one another, like, talk about past happenings or the likes. And I think a lot of my threads would go into the ‘casual’ or ‘fluff’ category so maybe that? But I have a lot of other threads I like or liked a lot too, so I don’t think I really have a favourite genre.

✉ : What’s your favorite genre to read in roleplay?

I don’t really read that much specifically because of it being in a genre - if at all, I read RPs because they appear on my dash by being done by one of my mutuals with someone else!

✘ : Are there any genres you refuse to write for?

Smut would be the first thing I can name here, since I simply don’t write that stuff. Outside of that, uh, I can’t think of anything immediately!

✪ : Do you use roleplay as a method to better your writing in some way? If so, what are you trying to improve on?

I don’t actively think that I’m using it to better my writing, but I think upon repeating something again and again - which basically any RPer existing longer than a week does - it’s pretty much automatic that it also helps one to get better at it, so I sure hope that RPing does better my writing!

I can’t name anything in particular that I’m currently working on improving - I can say that I’m definitely interested in dash talk and all that stuff (you know, these fast-paced things that usually go back and forth quickly and die after a few hours or so) though I can’t quite see me actually trying to participate in it.

🎭 : Is roleplaying/writing a way to cope when things get rough irl?

I like to live in the world of my RPs, of my characters, so yes in a way - but I don’t really think I’m coping with stuff. It’s just that I like to think myself into a different world, and yeah. I guess I’m just mostly ignoring RL as much as I can anyway, so there isn’t really much to cope?

⌘ : How much importance do you place real experience into the things you write/rp?

Pfft, right, I could barely write about anything at all, then!

So, to actually answer this: Very little importance. I think as long as one can write it well, or imagine it, it isn’t important if they actually have experience in the area or not.

⚡ : What typically leads to inspiration for you when it comes to writing?

Nothing in particular! Like, there was at least once recently a dream that inspired my for a wishlist thing on Moonshot (which I still wanna write some day, and I’m considering to make my next open on him be about the situation even if that doesn’t really mean it’s any more likely for me to be able to explore the situation but still), and movies or stories or pictures do inspire me for things too, but mostly I think it’s just my imagination and what ‘letting my characters run freely’ there brings up. Hard to explain!

✿ : What’s your stance on self-inserts?

It feels a bit like a weird thing to me, and I don’t know if I quite entirely know all the specifics to the term. I’m not a fan of RPing with ‘real’ people anyway - be it from actual history, or politics or maybe stars or bands or whatever else exists as people RPing them - so I don’t think having someone put a FC around it changes that much?

If it’s a character they can simply connect to a lot, and maybe have some headcanons here and there that would also fit to themselves, that’s a totally different thing I think?

⌚ : When in the day do you feel you do your best writing?

There isn’t really any specific time of day! I usually do most writing during the afternoon and evening, but that’s because it’s how my day is scheduled and not because I can write there best or anything.

♟ : Do you do any research when you roleplay?

Number one - a lot of looking up of english words. There’s a reason why I basically always have a tab of a dictionary open.

And of course, if I’m to write like a poisoning or a certain area being wounded or a specific type of sickness, and if I haven’t researched anything to it or something similar before, I will try to look up a few things. It helps to get a better image of it, I think.

♞ : Which do you prefer, shorter or longer roleplay posts?

I can’t really work with one-liners much, they often feel like no effort had been made, so, longer than that would be good. Outside of that, as long as there’s something I can work with, I think I don’t have much preference towards how long or short is it. Well, I mean, maybe a full-on novel or something would be a bit much as reply xD, but I assume that’s rather unlikely to happen anyway with how RP works.

Or if this is about the length of posts, I can only try to appeal to people again, to please cut their posts, and remove and ask from a continued thread. But I don’t think that that’s what the question is about, so I won’t say more on that here.

♥ : What kinds of characters are the most fun for you to write for?

If you look at my muses, I guess the only answer I can give is: Aliens!

I don’t know, maybe that has to do with confidence. I have other characters too, but when considering to write them I tend to feel uncertain of if I can do certain things or if they work or would be interesting for others, so, I think that’s why my roster so far only exists of tamaraneans.

In general though, I think I tend to enjoy writing characters in a certain ‘good against evil’, or call it maybe action if you want, setting more than casual, everyday life ones, if that makes sense.

💔 : What kinds of characters do you have the most trouble writing for?

First thing that comes to mind here, is ‘sexy’. Like, take Blackfire for example, if I wasn’t as much myself as I am, I bet I’d have her do or say a lot more ‘dirty’ or suggestive stuff. I just can’t write that, and that’s one of the reasons why every now and then I feel like I don’t do Blackfire justice at all.

➳ : When creating OCs, what do you typically start with first? (i.e. appearance, name, a theme, etc.)

I think usually the rough ‘who’ comes first, as in what they do or are for? Like, that was the case with both Moonshot and Starlight, and, though I don’t think anyone actually knows of her since I only made like one post about her ever or so, Kahmlur. Also with most other (= non-tamaranean) OCs I’ve ever made I think. Usually first comes the rough idea, like said, and then I’ll work on details some more, like how I imagine their personality or behaviour. And usually by then already a image starts to form in my mind for their looks, which will then be the next thing to do. An actual detailed backstory usually only comes when I actually want to, like, write them on something public like here I think. Or when I happen to just be bored enough to write one.

Though of course, sometimes it can also happen that I play around in some character creator, and the result inspires me to do an OC out of that look.

♚ : What’s something you just can’t stand and will unfollow someone over?

If it happens too much and too often, a dozen, especially when non-RP, posts almost at all the same time. I get it, they’re online at that moment and want to share stuff or something, but it’s just too much and frustrating to see other stuff through. So yes, if that happens too often, I might end up unfollowing.

🌟 : How do you usually like to start an interaction with someone new, or do you prefer to have them approach you?

When I followed someone first, and they follow me back, I usually take an effort to make myself go to their IMs soon-ish (or asks or whatever if like their rules say they don’t want IMs, or the likes) and just greet them in some way. I try to lead that talk then towards something more, maybe plotting or a random starter or whatever, or at least to asking for how they prefer to start things.

As with those following me first, well, usually I kinda subconsciously wait for them to come to me first. Which… not always happens, and I think I should change that thinking anyway since I should just approach even if they were the first to follow if I want to interact with them too, but uh, that’s just what I do there without actually thinking much about it.

(And as for those I never become mutuals with - I usually don’t reach out there. I’m not confident enough to do that, so if I’m not ending up mutuals with someone, I’ll in 90% of the cases unfollow again once I realize it won’t happen, and the other 10% I’ll keep on my dash because I really like their content, even if it makes me sad that I won’t ever interact with them. And those that I never follow back, I hope I’m having it stated where I can clear enough that I’m still open to them approaching, though of course I have a right to say no in occasions.)

💕 : When it comes to shipping do you prefer to draw things out and let them develop slowly, or do you prefer to jump right into them and skip the developmental stage?

I love the interactions, the deepening of a connection, the admitting of secrets or talking about heavy topics of the past! Not that I have ever had those to write much, but I still love the idea, and so I think I can with rather good certainty say that I prefer the slow developing.

#✫ Tamaran to Earth ✫ | Answered #✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #long post #(and yes I know maybe I should have done it with a cut here bc length but I didn't want to)#nvertoolate

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duhragonball · 4 years

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (115/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

[10 March, 233 Before Age. Ristet IV.]

As the Federation-Jindan War continued, Luffa found it useful to keep herself and her star-yacht in separate places. This kept the enemy guessing as to her exact location, and it discouraged attacks on the ship itself, since no one was entirely certain of how valuable a target it really was.

Following the liberation of Gorrfeg, the Federation and Seltiss' Saiyan Free Company agreed that Luffa and Xibuyas should split up and tackle Jindan cultists on different planets. It was important to prevent the cultists from establishing a power base on another Federation world. Thus far, the Jindan strategy had been to swoop in and attack any Federation planet within easy reach. Evidently, the only objective was to confound the defenders and spread their forces even thinner. Luffa could foil this effort, but only by being in the right place at the right time.

Her secret weapon to ensure this was Dotz, a fortuneteller she had met before the war began. Dotz was no warrior, but her predictions of enemy activity had been instrumental. For this reason, Luffa had kept Dotz's role a secret, and took care to make sure she was far removed from the heaviest fighting.

And so, when the star-yacht needed repairs, it made sense to send it--and Dotz-- to Ristet IV, as Dotz's forecasts had shown no combat in the next several days. The planet was well-defended by surface-to-orbit weapons, bolstered with a Federation fleet which used the system as a command center. Given this high level of security, and surrounded by qualified starship mechanics at the spaceport, Dr. Topsas suggested that they use the time to relax and unwind.

No one, not even himself, took his advice. Topsas left the ship, but instead of taking in a show in the city near the spaceport, he went to a medical research facility and began looking up ways to improve Luffa's recovery time after each battle. Dotz remained on board, preferring to stay close to the materials she used for fortunetelling: crystals, a pack of arcane cards, and various other trinkets most people would deem useless and insignificant. As was her custom, she would sit on the observation deck and arrange these things around herself. Nearby, Zatte was perched on a lounge chair. The Dorlun had at least tried to follow Topsas' suggestion. Clad in a black one-piece swimsuit, she had spent about thirty minutes sunbathing under the dimmer of Ristet's binary stars, but shortly after this she gave up and began running diagnostics on her weapons.

"If you don't mind my asking," Dotz said, calling over to her. "Why do you even have all those blasters? I thought you could shoot ki like Luffa can."

"I can," Zatte said. "But not nearly as well as a Saiyan, or most other martial artists. Besides, I like to keep my options open. Sometimes you can do things with a plasma rifle that you just can't do with a ki blast."

"Well, there's no need for you to check them now," Dotz said. "I still don't see any sign of major combat on this planet. No Saiyans destroying cities or anything like that. At least not anytime soon."

"Oh, I believe you, Dotz," Zatte said as she reassembled a sight on one of her pistols. "You haven't steered us wrong yet, but I'm not used to knowing things like that in advance. I guess I'm a creature of habit. Can't take anything for granted. Anyway, if you're so sure this planet won't get attacked, why are you so busy with all that stuff over there?"

"Well, um, I'm trying to refine my ability," Dotz said. "I'm confident about he Ristet System, probably because... well, because I'm here. The forecasts are usually clearer when I'm on-location. But there's a lot of things I can't make out. I still can't get a decent reading on Luffa, and the outcomes of her missions are fuzzy at best. I thought I had a handle on her son's destiny, but it was all so muddled. Your wife keeps telling me how important I am to the war effort, and how grateful she is that I'm here, but I can't even predict how the war will end, or who wins."

"Shoot, I can tell you that one. We're going to win this war, Dotz," Zatte said confidently. "You'll see."

"To be honest, I don't," Dotz replied. "I can see glimpses of the future, enough to make a decent living as a fortuneteller, but I can't always see big picture stuff. I know the next Saiyan attack won't come for several more hours, but I have no idea how it'll turn out, or what's happening on other Federation planets. I'm sorry I can't be more useful than that."

"Don't be ridiculous, Dotz," Zatte said, "You've been a big help already. The challenge with a space war like this is that it's tough to know where to deploy our forces. Luffa's strong enough to beat the Jindan Saiyans, but if she doesn't know where they'll strike, it could take days to get her to the right place. You've taken a lot of guesswork out of things. Tactically speaking, that's huge."

"Oh. So is that why you've been sticking so close to me lately?" Dotz asked. "To keep me safe?"

Zatte nodded. "My people believe in watching each other's backs. I used to be a soldier, so it was my job to guard the others so they could support everyone else. But besides that, I was hoping to be close by in case you had any visions about Luffa. Until the communications are restored with the Fedender System, you're the only way I can keep tabs on her."

Dotz closed her eyes and gently raised her hands to chest height. She took a few deep breaths, then mumbled quietly.

"I see her," she said warily, as if even commenting on the vision might chase it from her mind. "She's alive. I can tell that much."

"But you still can't see her future," Zatte said.

"No, I can't. I'm sorry about that. Um... I know that made you upset before."

"No, I'm sorry. I overreacted," Zatte said. "My people has a saying: No news is good news. I had to remind myself of that. Just because you can't see what happens to Luffa doesn't mean it'll be bad."

"Is that why you don't want me to read your fortune?" Dotz asked. "Are you worried I'll see something tragic?"

"No. I mean...! Well, yes." Zatte shook her head and chuckled. "It's... complicated. I'm just not comfortable with the idea of peeking ahead at the end of the movie."

"But you're convinced about the outcome of the war," Dotz said. "What makes you so sure?"

"Luffa," Zatte said. "She's destined to accomplish great things, Dotz."

"Destined? It sounds like you had a vision of your own once."

Zatte had been applying lithium grease to a rifle part when Dotz said this. It startled her enough that she accidentally missed and sprayed it on her work gloves instead. "I... I guess you could put it that way." she said, looking up at Dotz somewhat anxiously. "I saw something. I've been trying to interpret it ever since."

"Now I get it," Dotz said. "Asking me to tell your fortune would be... well, it would be like questioning your own epiphany. Even if I confirmed what you had seen, you would feel as though you didn't trust your own instincts."

"Uh...yeah," Zatte said, more than a little amazed. "I didn't know how to put it into words before, but that's it exactly. Wow, Luffa wasn't kidding. You are good."

"In my line of work, you have learn to read people," Dotz said. "It helps fill in the gaps when the omens don't make sense. I think I envy you, Zatte. I'm so used to having glimpses of the future that I've never had to put much faith in anything."

Zatte was about to respond to this, when she suddenly noticed something outside of the transparent dome that covered the deck. At first, she thought it was the contrail of an aircraft, only brighter, like the ionization trail of a meteorite.

"What is it?" Dotz asked, when she finally saw what had caught Zatte's attention.

"Could be a starship," Zatte said, "but if it's coming in for a landing, it should be coming here, towards the spaceport. Unless it's out of control, or a hostile..."

"But... but that's impossible," Dotz said. "If the Saiyans were going to invade this planet, I'm sure I would have foreseen it. I might have gotten the hour or the number wrong, but I'm sure I would have seen something, unless..."

"Let's check it out," Zatte said. She grabbed the beach robe off the chair and a holster belt containing the weapons she had already finished cleaning. "You should probably come with me to the bridge. It'll be safer there."

*******

The people of Ristet IV had orange, scaly skin and long muzzles. As the planet's Supergovernor was currently on trial for conflicts of interest related to his vast toothpaste business holdings, the vice-Supergovernor had been the head-of-state for the past sixteen months. He conducted his business in the Red Manor, located at Number 1, Supergovernor Street, Supergovernor City, postal code 00001. In front of the Red Manor was a reflection pool, which was something of a tourist attraction to visitors to Supergovernor City. It was now gone, replaced by a crater thirty feet wide, with a small pod resting at the bottom. Moments after arriving, its lone occupant stepped out, marched into the Red Manor, and introduced himself to the vice-Supergovernor.

"It's pretty simple stuff," he said to the vice-Supergovernor and his staff. His skin was pale pink, and his unkempt hair hung from his scalp like the fronds on a tropical tree. But what caught everyone's attention was the invader's long furry tail, which waved lazily from a hole in his black trunks as he spoke.

"You all know what I am, and what I can do, and what I must have done to the fleet up there to get this far, right? Well that's it, then. I don't see why we should waste time fighting then. I mean, I like fighting, sure, but your best defenses were topside, and I already took care of those. Calling for help won't work either, thanks to the jamming device I left in orbit."

"What are your terms?" the vice-Supergovernor asked. Diplomacy was not his strong suit, though in this situation, flowery speeches weren't going to change the situation.

"I like that," the invader said. "Straight and to the point. I have friends coming over, and they need a place to stay. You will disable your defenses, you will allow them land here without a fight, and no one gets hurt. Before you know it, we'll be on our way, but you'll get to keep all your fancy buildings and weapons when it's over."

One of the chiefs-of-staff spoke up. "This planet is a Federation world," she protested. "You're asking us to betray--"

The invader pointed his finger at her and fired a ki blast through her chest, killing her instantly. "As of twenty minutes ago," he replied, "you people got cut off from the Federation, whether you wanted to or not. All I'm asking you to do is look out for yourselves. Once my guys are gone, you'll be free to patch things up with your buddies, assuming any of 'em are still around. So what'll it be? If you want to make a go of it, that's fine with me, but this little barnhouse of yours will be the first to go, along with everyone in it. Now, do we have an understanding?"

The vice-Supergovernor looked down at his chief-of-staff's body and nodded mournfully.

"Good," said the invader. "First thing you can do for me is have someone put my ship in storage. Some place with some high security. I don't want any busybodies fooling around with it while I wait for my buddies."

"We'll put it in the highest-security facility we have," the vice-Supergovernor said. "I can assure you, no one will even find it, much less tamper with it."

"Good boy," the invader said with a smile.

*******

[11 March, 233 Before Age. Ristet IV.]

"He's not a Saiyan," Zatte said.

"How did you figure that out?" Dotz asked.

"Because I'm sitting inside his ship," Zatte explained. "He wiped most of the logs, he didn't bother to clear the internal sensors, which identify the most recent passenger as a felinoid species. Felinoids have tails like Saiyans, so they sort of look like Saiyans, but they're not."

Zatte was somewhat obsessive over these kinds of matters. Over the past 23 hours, she had tracked down the incoming ship to the Red Manor's front lawn, learned the ship had been removed by government agents, and traced it to a secret storage facility. There were passcodes and sensor grids to overcome, but her ability to manipulate energy made this a fairly simple task. She was still wearing the swimsuit and beach robe from when she had first spotted the ship. Changing clothes had seemed like a luxury she couldn't afford, and so she hadn't bothered.

Someone, probably the felinoid, had done something to jam planetwide communications, but this apparently only applied to off-world communications. With the star-yacht on the planet's surface, she could read Dotz just fine on her earpiece.

"Well, could he have had a felinoid on board with him?" Dotz suggested.

Zatte smiled at the thought. "You wouldn't say that if you were here," she replied. This is definitely a one-seater. It looks more like an escape pod with a stardrive built onto it. When this is over, I might want to take this baby with us. Luffa could get some use out of a little ship like this."

"Um, I don't really understand then," Dotz said. "Why would someone try to impersonate a Saiyan like this? Especially in a war with Saiyans on both sides?"

"He's probably an opportunist," Zatte said. "Luffa's dealt with these types before. They show up on a planet, and shake down the population for whatever they can get, and the planet's leaders cooperate just to get rid of them. A lot of actual Saiyans pull this trick, but plenty of other aliens do it too, anyone strong enough to blow up buildings and cities with their ki energy. He may only be using the war as a cover. He can play at being a Saiyan and trick his victims into thinking he's got backup when he really doesn't. That's probably why the Federation hasn't stepped in yet. They may think he's with the cult, and they don't know what the situation on the ground is."

"But you can shut off his jammer and tell them what's really going on, right?" Dotz asked.

"Afraid not," Zatte said. "I was hoping he had some kind of controller for it on his ship, but I can't find anything like that. I could try using his navigational computer to backtrack his flight path, maybe find out where he left it, but if he was smart, his gadget has thrusters and a cloaking device."

"Oh! But you could take his ship into orbit, outside the range of the jamming device!" Dotz suggested. "Then you could summon the fleet that way!"

"No. If he finds out, I'll be a sitting duck, or he might get desperate enough to hurt people on the surface. Besides, Luffa's forces are stretched thin enough already. I'd rather tackle this guy by myself, save them the trouble."

"By yourself? But... but how?" Dotz asked.

"I haven't worked that out yet," Zatte said. She opened the hatch on the pod and lifted herself out of it, only to spot a guard making his rounds. Normally, her powers made this a simple matter, as she could simply warp light around herself to become effectively invisible. This time, however, she had to deal with the ship, and make certain the hatch was closed before the guard could happen to notice. While she struggled to close it as quickly and quietly as possible, Dotz continued to speak into her ear.

"It's just... I didn't even see any of this coming," she said. "If there's going to be major combat on this planet, and soon, then I have no idea how it will turn out. And I haven't read your fortune either, so if you go to face him, then... well, anything could happen. You might die!"

There was an audible clack as Zatte finished closing the hatch, one that she couldn't avoid, and one that the guard couldn't help but overhear. Luckily, the acoustics of the storehouse seemed to be in her favor, and the guard wandered off in a different direction. If he ever came back to check the pod, Zatte would be long gone.

"Anything's possible," Zatte whispered as she crawled through the metal racks. Upon reaching the skylight she had used to gain entry, she slipped inside and closed it behind her, then leaped down from the roof and made her way on foot to an airbike she had stowed in the bushes. "Personally, I like my chances. It's a risk, but an acceptable one."

"But if something goes wrong--"

"It won't," Zatte said. "I'm sure of it, just like I'm sure we'll win the war."

"Oh."

Zatte powered up the bike and sped along a dirt road. Once she was certain that she was on a public highway, she dropped the invisibility effect she had used and took a roundabout path back to the spaceport.

Why can't you believe?" Zatte asked. "You told me before that your power can't foresee everything."

"Because even the things I do see are uncertain," Dotz said. "I know Luffa's alive--for the moment--but not much else. She could be fighting for her life right now, or maybe the battle's already over. I find it's best to react to situations as they happen. Let things play out and gather more information."

"Why did you join us?" Zatte asked. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to have you on board, but you've got no obligations here."

"I had a vision that someone like Luffa would help me, not long before she showed up to bring me out of the coma I was in. I also knew that my powers would begin to change around the same time that happened. I'm... evolving. I don't know how else to put it. I can't see into Luffa's future, for whatever reason. I think that might he a sign. Either way, she helped me once, and she might help me again. And since I can't predict whether or not she can help me, I'll...um... have to stay nearby and find out the old fashioned way."

"Okay, but is that worth riding out a war?" Zatte asked.

"Uh... maybe not, but I have to find out. For you, it's a matter of faith. A foregone conclusion. For me, it's a mystery."

"Huh. Well, I'll be back at the ship in about half an hour. Maybe I can take some of the mystery out of how to take this felinoid down."

*******

At the spaceport's medical facility, Dr. Topsas was poring over data on comparative Saiyan biology. There was very little useful information on Saiyan-specific medicine, as so few Saiyans bothered to seek treatment. Much of what Topsas knew was self-taught, or accomplished through his own requests, such as the scans conducted on Bigreen shortly after Luffa first transformed into a Super Saiyan.

He had begun his research on Ristet IV by asking a fairly simple question about feet. Luffa's left foot had been run through with a beam of ki energy, and this had caused some substantial tendon damage. Topsas had stitched her back together, but his preference would have been for Luffa to rest and let the wound heal. As it was, she simply had no time for this. The battle in the Fedender System was simply too critical.

"They'll die if I don't get over there, Doc," she had said to him before leaving. "What kind of a Super Saiyan would I be if I just sat around here taking it easy?"

"The healthy kind," was probably what he had said to her in reply, but her words had left a greater impression on him than he had let on, for they reminded him of an expression from his own culture. His species was of an arachnoid biology, possessing eight limbs, each terminating with a hand, and eight eyes, positioned about the head in such a way as to see in virtually any direction. In his youth, he had asked his pastor why they had so many more eyes and limbs than other beings. At that age, Topsas had already become interested in vertebrate biology, and the bipedal anatomy that often accompanied it. What strange creatures they were, to manage with only two eyes and two legs and two hands.

His pastor had explained that their people had been blessed with extra limbs and eyes, so that they would always be able to see those in need, and lend a hand to those who needed it. This, more than anything, was what had inspired him to become a physician. But it had always been a matter of helping the less fortunate. His patients were sick, injured beings in need of his care, and once he had healed them, his work was done. He had always thought that he was drawn to Luffa because she needed more care than most; more than she was willing to admit.

But over time, he had begun to realize that it was more than that. In her own way, Luffa had taken on his brand of charity, and he began to see that there was more at stake than simply keeping her healthy. Kept in sickbay, and allowed to recover in full, Luffa could save no one but herself. In the field, she could save thousands, or even millions. Everything hinged on how quickly Dr. Topsas could get her back in action.

He had always loathed this aspect of sports medicine, which prioritized schedules and purses over the health of the athlete. It encouraged risk taking and corner-cutting in the name of getting a warm body into the game. But now the schedule was a war, and the purse was innocent lives. He knew how to heal her, but that wasn't enough anymore. He had to find a way to do even better.

And so, his original query had transformed into a wider search for other treatments. He began to stray into the unorthodox, the experimental, the techniques and prescriptions that he never would have considered before, because he lacked the confidence in his own ability to administer them. And his response to the challenge was always that he would have to rise to the occasion. If a better doctor was what the galaxy needed now, then he would do all that he could to become one. He had, after all, too many eyes and too many hands not to try.

*******

While Topsas worked, his absence went mostly unnoticed by his shipmates, who assumed he was enjoying a much-needed day off. Zatte saw no way the doctor could help, and she preferred not to burden him with this latest crisis. Whoever this invader was, she was at least grateful to the felinoid for keeping a low profile.

She now stood in the conference room of the ship, eating a bowl of cereal as she tweaked a holographic model of a city block. On one particular building, a pair of fourth-story windows were ringed with glowing red rectangles. Thin beams of green light extended out from these windows and pointed to various other buildings in the vicinity.

She was still dressed in the black swimsuit, beach robe, gloves and boots she had been wearing before. Her face was somewhat drawn from lack of sleep, and her hair was messier, but otherwise she looked essentially the same as when this had all begun.

"Up here would be the best spot," Zatte said, pointing her spoon at a tall building on the edge of the hologram. "The altitude, the distance from the target, it's perfect. I could get off three or four shots and still get out of there before he'd ever find me. The only problem is the angle."

She put the spoon back in the bowl and tapped a few keys on the table's computer console, which displayed an image over the holographic city. It was the view from a telescopic sight, which showed the very edge of a window.

"His hotel room has two windows and I can only line up with one of them from up there. And I had to do some pretty daring stuff with some climbing gear to make that work. On top of that, I'd need him to be standing right next to the window to hit a vital area."

"What if something happened outside?" Dotz suggested. "You could stage a diversion, something big enough to make him look outside to see what it was."

"Maybe, but it'd all be for nothing if he looks out of the other window that I can't hit," Zatte said with a sigh. "And it's not like we could just try again until it works. Sooner or later, he'd get suspicious, or he might just stop taking the bait. I thought about sabotaging his place, maybe screw up the plumbing enough that he'd get fed up and move to another room, but I don't want to drag things out this long. I really just want to climb up there and take the shot."

She set down her bowl with more force than she intended, then dropped into one of the executive chairs with a frustrated groan. "You know," Dotz said, "I'm just impressed that you can hit anything from that far away." She got up from her seat, carefully holding the folds of her purple garments so as not to disturb the cards and crystals she had laid on the table, and pointed at the thread of green light that represented Zatte's proposed line of fire. "I mean, this is over two miles, isn't it?"

"Nearly three," Zatte said. "I've made longer shots than that without a problem. It's just a matter of taking the wind into account, keeping a steady hand. I had to get used to using the scope with my left eye, but that didn't take long."

"Your eye," Dotz said. "You lost it in a battle, didn't you?"

"That's right," Zatte said. "Was that a psychic reading, or simple deduction?"

"Well, deduction," Dotz said. "You said you were a soldier, and you seem pretty stubborn in your own way. Did you want me to divine something more than that?"

"Sure, why not?" Zatte said. "I just need to get my mind off of this for a while."

"I'll need to see your eyepatch," Dotz said. "If that's all right."

Zatte hesitated, then turned away and removed it from her face. She handed it to Dotz, but only after making sure to conceal her injured eye with her free hand.

"I only take it off when I'm alone, or with Luffa," Zatte said. It's a personal thing."

"I understand," Dotz said. She cradled the patch in her hands for a moment, and made an intrigued noise as she closed her eyes. "You didn't think she was coming back that day," Dotz said. "When the shrapnel hit you in the face, you thought you were going to die, and that you'd never see her again."

Zatte didn't know how to respond to this. She tensed the hand she was holding over her sightless prosthetic eye.

"But you didn't die, and then she came back to fight alongside you. When you pray, you thank Providence for allowing you to keep one eye so you could see her return that day."

"That's... H-how? I never told anyone that. Luffa doesn't even know, unless she picked it up from me telepathically, but we don't..."

"You still feel it in your skull sometimes," Dotz went on. "Um, your eye, that is. Sometimes, it's like you never lost it, and it's still there, aching a little."

"Okay, I think I want that back," Zatte said. "This is getting a little too personal."

"Sorry," Dotz said. As she slid the patch across the table, she paused to look at the hologram. "Um...What are these other green lines?" she asked.

"Oh, those," Zatte said. "I tried finding better angles to shoot from, but they're all too close to the target."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dotz asked. "I don't know a lot about guns, but..."

Zatte straightened her eyepatch and checked her hair to make sure it was free of the strap. "It would be, but the shot from those points isn't a whole lot better than the one I want," she explained. So the difficulty would be lower, but there's still a good chance that I miss, and then he comes barrelling out of the window to find the shooter." She pointed at the far edge of the map. "If I'm shooting from there, and I miss, it's not as big a deal, because I'd have time to get away and hide. But from over here--" Now she pointed at a closer position, on the roof of a department store. "--he'd be on me in seconds."

"But you can make yourself invisible," Dotz said. "And you can mask your ki."

"Sure, but he could set off an explosion big enough to catch me before that would do me any good," Zatte explained. "I don't know exactly how strong he is, but I got a decent idea when I tracked him down to his place. He's definitely strong enough that I can't afford any mistakes. One shot is all I get. If it weren't for these damn windows!"

"Well, why not turn part of the wall invisible?" Dotz suggested. "You can do that too, can't you?"

"It's not quite that simple," Zatte said. She lifted her spoon and it slowly began to vanish from sight. "What I'm doing here is bending light waves around an object. The spoon is unchanged, but you can't see it because I'm not allowing light to bounce off of it and into your eyes." She then held up her free hand and placed it behind the spoon. "You can see my hand because light is bouncing off of that, and then I warp that light around the spoon and into your eyes. But I can't make a section of the bulkhead invisible, because I'd have to bend light from the other side and bring it into this cabin, and there's no pathway for me to do that, unless you open the door or something."

"Oh, I see," Dotz said.

"I could use the windows on the apartment as an opening," Zatte went on, but even so, I'd have to be pretty close to make it work. Less than a hundred feet, I think. I might as well knock on the door and shoot him when he answers it."

"Well, why not try that?" Dotz asked. She stood up and pointed at the building across from the apartment. "Not... not knocking on his door, I mean. But you could set up here, and make part of his wall invisible, and then you couldn't miss."

"Dotz," Zatte said, "he'll notice me right away. As soon as he looks up and sees a hole in his wall, he'll know something's up before I even get a chance to aim."

"He might not look up," Dotz said. "You could make a small hole, just big enough to see through."

Zatte took a deep breath and put her hands behind her head as she leaned back in the chair. "It's too risky. I mean, if he's facing away from me, there's no problem at all. At that range the shot becomes child's play, sure. But if he's facing the wall, and he's already on edge..."

"Oh, but I don't think he is," Dotz said. "He snuck into a war zone, past a fleet, and then he bluffed his way into conquering this planet. Right now, he's probably thinking he doesn't need to worry about anything. He's already won."

"Is that a prophecy?" Zatte asked.

"Call it a hunch," Dotz said. "It's just that... if he were worried, he wouldn't be hiding in plain sight like this, would he? He thinks he's holding all the cards. The last thing he expects is someone like you to shoot him. Besides, I have... well, I suppose I have faith in you. You know your skills, and you believe this is worth doing. Just like you believe Luffa will win this war."

Zatte leaned forward in her chair and looked at Dotz for at least a minute.

"You're right," she finally said. "I have to do this, and I need to do it soon. It's risky, but it'll only be riskier if I wait. If Providence has decided that I should fail, then there's nothing I can do about it."

She stood up from her chair, and then Dotz did the same. "I'll go with you," she offered, but Zatte gestured for her to sit.

"No, I can't risk losing both of us," she said. "And if something does go wrong, I need you to fill in the others on what happened. But I appreciate the offer."

"At least let me read your fortune," Dotz said. "I might be able to tell you if this will work or not."

"Thanks, but no," Zatte said. "But I'll tell you what. If I make it back, I'll tell you all about the vision I had. If I'm going to take a chance, we may as well make this interesting, right? A little side-bet won't hurt."

Dotz smiled, but not as cheerfully as she might have liked. She was confident that this plan would work, and it seemed that Zatte believed in it too, but she still felt responsible for whatever came next, as if she had signed the young woman's death warrant.

But there had been no fear in Zatte's eye when she turned and left for her mission. Dotz had gathered this much just from handling the eyepatch. With past clients, such objects often carried signs of regret, or bitterness, or repressed trauma. Zatte's eyepatch had traces of these, to be sure, but they were overshadowed by a sense of duty and honor, and the notion that her physical loss served a higher purpose. Dotz didn't know if there was any truth to this, but it didn't seem to matter. Zatte believed it, and for now, that was enough.

And so, when Zatte returned a few hours later, alive and unhurt, holding a bottle of spirits to celebrate her successful hit, Dotz was deeply relieved, but not altogether surprised.

NEXT: ...To She Who Waits.

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