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Hi! I absolutely love the masterpiece you just dropped! Consider me a new big fan!!! Also I was wondering if your requests are open? If so I would love to see your take on Five x reader where reader wouldn’t hurt a fly and means the world to him but one day gets kidnapped cause she knows five (or you can make the reason up) and Five goes crazy panicking/ crying about where you are and won’t listen to his family etc. Obviously you don’t have to do the request if you don’t want to 💜
Innocent
Five Hargreeves x reader
Warnings:
- cuss words
When they first recruited Five on the commission, he always believed he would never like it here. That is until you came along. He first met you as someone that was first intimidated by anything. He will talk to you, you’ll be startled quickly. He will try to start a conversation, you will yelp in surprise. It’ll be the little things that will get you. Mostly because Five is an intimidating man; but getting to know him more since the handler made you his personal secretary, you had to know how he was and acted.
It took a whole 6 months for you to understand Five and get used to how he was and act. It took only 1 year for you to fall in love with him. It took him 1 year to get used to you getting comfortable with him but 6 months for him to fall in love with you. He trusted you with stuff that he only trusted Dolores. He let you know about the apocalypse, he told you his deepest darkest secrets. At first it was scary, but one look in his eyes and you knew he had to do it to survive. When he first let everything out, you gave him a hug.
A hug.
A hug he so badly needed after all those years being isolated in the apocalypse.
At first he went rigid.
His body froze.
But when he felt you not letting go at all on the hug he decided to hug back; he needed this and he knew deep down, whether Dolores was there when he hugged her, she never hugged back. So feeling finally hands around him not going to kill him but to give him affection; it slipped his mind. Five zones back to the present and unlock the door that he was standing in front of for a while. He opened his apartment house and the smell of food welcomed him in. He looked around and saw your shoes on the side where he would normally see them and your cat Shadow trotting to him and rubbing his head on his leg for pets. Five smiled and bent down and carefully held him and walked towards the kitchen. He peeked his head, knowing that you hate when Shadow is around the kitchen.
“Fives your home! How was work miele?”
You asked when you saw him in the corner of your eyes, while you were cooking the spaghetti. He chuckled and let Shadow down by the door so he wouldn't enter the kitchen. He walked to you and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek and layed his head on your back while hugging you. You playfully rolled your eyes but let him be. Once you finished you put the food on two plates and served a bit of cat kibble for Shadow. Five helped you witht he food while you put the needy kitten’s food down on the floor for him to eat with you and Five. Five grabbed your hand and sat you down on your seat, he scooted your chair for you and you sent him a loving smile.
“Thank you my love, now let’s eat.”
You lightly told him while starting to twirl your food. He knew this night would end like any other night; and he wouldn’t change it for the world. He was grateful for having you in his life. He thanked you for understanding in your own way how he coped in the beginning, he was also thankful for taking care of him when his nightmares will get the most out of him. He was deep in love with you and nothing will ever change that.
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When five took you with him to save his family you were a little scared. Not at them but at what they might say about you and what they will think of you. He did let you know about them, told you stories and the crazy things his siblings will come up with just to try to live like a normal child. Landing on the hard ground outside was not what you expected, not going to lie. When you looked at your husband, instead of looking at your 38 year old husband, you were now dead staring at what looked like your 20 year old husband. You scrambled back a bit, hoping this was just a dream. Your husband stood up and looked at you and then at himself since one of his brothers made a comment about your now younger husband. He walked towards you and held out his hand and let out his loving smile. You looked at his honey kissed eyes and slowly let out your hand towards him. He pulled you up and grabbed your hand tightly, knowing everything at the moment was overwhelming.
Five walked inside the house, you both ended in the kitchen. Five led you to a chair and sat you down carefully while he started walking around getting what you believe something to eat. He started grabbing bread then went to the fridge to get the peanut butter. You wanted to ask what he was making, but decided not to comment seeing as you were still surrounded by his siblings. One of his brothers; who you guessed was Luther since Five gave you a recap before heading back; started asking your husband question after question. As the two were discussing you looked at every sibling; you guessed Luther, so the one next to him strapped with knives had to be Diego. The one sitting close to you on the table had to be the talking ghost one, which was Klaus, the one with blonde tips looked like Allison and the last timid girl had to be Vanya.
You knew Vanya, Klaus and Ben were Five’s siblings that he was able to socialize with. Knowing Five if he liked them, that means you’ll also get along with them. You didn’t notice you zoned out the whole conversation, Five walked away from the kitchen leaving you alone with his family.
“So who are you?”
Luther asked you, it felt more like he was interrogating you, if you were being honest. You gulped and fiddled with your rings that seem to fit a little loose now.
“I’m Y/N Hargreeves, nice to meet you all, Five talked about all of you guys.”
You said sincerely, because it was the truth; Five could look like a tough and cold person, but inside all of that was just a young man that missed his family and wanted them to be safe. He sacrificed so much just to see them alive. His siblings looked at you confused. Oh right, you doubt Five ever told them you both were married.
“I’m Five’s wife.”
Those were the only words you told them. There eyes widen and all had different expressions. Who wouldn’t, knowing your brother disappear one day and the next he comes with a wife would also shock any other person. Five did ended coing back and grabbing your hand and pulled you slowly so you can get up.
“Come on hun, lets go change.”
You nodded your head and waved to your now siblings in law. Five took you to his room and closed the door and leaned on it once you were inside and sitting on his bed. You didn’t know if he was upset because you told his siblings about your relationship. You wanted to ask, but were scared of the answer he will give you. You heard him sigh and turn to you. He gave you a weak smile and slowly walked towards you and bent down just a bit to reach you. He grabbed your chin with enough force to not hurt you, but to make you stare at him in his striking chartreuse eyes. He leaned down towards you, lips ghosting your own lips. You shakingly let out a soft breath and that's what made him snap and give you a passionate kiss. A kiss showing so much love and adoration, so much lust and need. All at the same time.
It was what you both needed. You wanted more, but you knew that right now was not the time for all this. You slowly leaned back not wanting to break away but needing to. You gulped and shakingly kept looking at his now dark bottle green eyes.
“Five my love, we have a job to do, remember?”
You quietly told him, not wanting to break the quietness. He leaned back a bit and nodded his head, knowing you were right. He slowly exhaled and looked at you, your plump pink lips and hazy eyes, your daze looking face. Five knew he was fucked when you had that look.
“Come- come on we… we uhh have a funeral to go to.”
He stuttered and you knew why.
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When Five told you to go back with Klaus and Luther and vote for him about his mom; you had this horrible gut feeling you were feeling. You didn’t know why but you felt like something was going to happen. You knew you should have told Five; but you decided against it. You sat next to Klaus, he decided that you were his second favorite person and gratefully shared his chips that he ‘totally’ didn’t steal from the store 10 minutes ago. You thank him for the snack and listen in on the conversation.
“I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?”
Vanya quietly told everyone. In your mind she did have a point. Their robotic mother didn’t look like she could kill anyone, but then again you have never interacted with the mother.
“You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya.”
Diego said harshly to Vanya. You were about to intervine to defend one of your sister-in laws when Luther was the one that interrupted.
“If he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report.”
Luther said while pointing at the old television that was showing the robotic mother giving your father-in-law tea and then waiting for him to drink for her to take the cup away from him. Right when he does drink he starts choking and shaking. You didnt know if you should say something at this point. You did zone out the family until they said your husband’s name.
“What? Five's not here.”
You looked at the siblings since technically you were going to be Five’s vote. This time you did speak up because if you didn’t you knew the family won’t ever let you say something.
“Um… actually Fives told me to vote for him?”
You questioned more than asked. The siblings looked at you, forgetting you were there for a minute. They all looked at each other and three of them agreed to what you said, but the other two didn’t. You didn’t know why Five really thought this was a good idea. You didn’t see the point in being here if they didn’t want your opinion at all or what you thought.
“Sorry, but you don’t count for Five at all.”
Luther told you agressively. Your eyes slightly widened and you gulped; you slowly nodded your head and muttered a small ‘okay’ and just decided to stand up and walk away. You shakily sighed and repeated the same mantra in your head. ‘It’s okay, it’s fine.’ You don’t know what else you could of done. You’re trying to get to know and get along with all the siblings but it feels like nothing is working at all. You walked to Fives room and gently closed the door. You had your back to the door and you slowly leaned on it and slowly lowered yourself to the ground. You grabbed your knees and just layed your head on them while waiting for Five to at least come back. You must of dooze off because the next thing you hear is gunshots.
You jump startled and get out of the room looking for the siblings. Even though you knew they probably didn’t see you as family, they were to you. You slowly walked to where you heard the gunshots and looked around to see if you could spot any of the siblings. You noticed Klaus walking around, more like dancing in just a towel and some headphones. You were just about to tap his shoulder when everything went dark.
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You woke up in pain. You hissed feeling like your head was pounding louder and louder. You tried to hold your head, but something was holding you back. You fluttered your eyes and tried to make them adjust to the lightning of the room you were being captive. You heard groans of pain and looked next to you. There Klaus was being tortured by Hazel and Cha-Cha. At the moment they were choking him, but it looked to you like he was enjoying it. ‘Please Klaus I hope you say nothing about Five’ you thought.
******* Five’s point of view *********
I got out of the van seeing as Lance was walking his dog gave me a good opportunity to maybe get the actual information out of him. I did miss Y/N though, maybe sending her to the academy was a bad idea. I shook my head knowing she probably was better over there knowing my siblings were at least capable of taking care of her, well I hope they were. I spatial jumped to the car and put a knife at Lance’s neck. After threathing himinto giving me the information for the eye he finally starts taking me to the lab. Walking to the lab with Lance,I started to smell smoke. Running to the lab knowing I might not have a chance to see the results. I made it to the lab and was about to run inside it when it exploded.
I fell back and landed hard on the ground. I groaned and looked at the lab that just exploded. Fucking hell now what teh hell am I going to do. I got up and walked back to the van and grabbed the liquor bottles I stole and walked to a library. I walked to the third floor and sat down by some pillars and started working on anything I could do to stop this stupid apocalypse.
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****Y/N’s point of view****
“Remember section 76, sub A, of the training manual?”
You heard Cha-Cha ask Hazel once you woke up from when they knocked you out unconscious again.
“I barely remember what we had for breakfast at this point.”
He replied back to her. You sighed.
“To paraphrase, torturing works best when you know who you’re torturing.”
You froze, they were either going to torture, you to know where your husband was or they were going to torture Klaus for the information. Hazel and Cha-Cha walked infront of both of you guys and looked at each other and then you. You started to slowly panic, scared of what they could do to you.
“Let’s begin with the wife.”
You let out an ear-splitting scream, as they started electricuting you.
*****
**** third point of view****
While Y/N was being tortured, Five was being taken by Luther and Diego. They were both walking to Diego’s place since it was closer and no one would look for Five there. Once getting to Diego’s place they both started thinking of Y/N. When they went to Five’s room to let Y/N know that they were going to look for Five, you were gone. They both panic knowing that if Five ever found out Y/N wasn’t with them at all he will kill them. They layed Five on the bed and thougth about how to find you; until Al let Diego Know that they found his brother and his sister in law.
**** second POV****
When you and Klaus finally escaped, you both kind of went your own way, mostly because you were too dizzy and kept limping and stumbling. Diego later found you and helped you to his house. Five and Luther didn’t know that Diego found you. They told Five about you and he went hysterical. He wanted to be strong in front of Luther; but it was you. You are his wife, his life long best friend. He let out tears of pain and worry. When you both made it to Diego’s house; Five was the first to see you and jumped to you. He cried on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have left you, I shouldn’t have told you to go back to the house. Miele I'm sorry I love you so much. This won't ever happen again I promise.”
Five whimpered to your ear. He was in so much guilt. He knew he would never let this happen to you.
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P1 Into You: Goodnight
🏁 Character Introductory 🏁
MASTERLIST
Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sun dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death
Author's Note: I haven't seen someone write for Sergio so I'll just do it myself, this will be a long fic so bare with me! Enjoy!🏁🏎️
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You graduated as a mechanical engineer at Harvard University, honestly it's one of your greatest achievements in life. Before your mother passed you promised to her that you’ll be a mechanical engineer just like her and you did, years of studying hard, all those sleepless nights, it eventually pays off.
Of course as expected, your dad's not happy on what you've done, you did what he also wanted, worked as one of the engineers in Red bull, you expect him to compliment you for a little but he didn't, except he pressured you enough to cry every night, blaming yourself that why aren't you good enough for your dad to be proud at you, but the good thing is your brother, Jonathan. One of the drivers in red bull is supporting you, you and him always have the best bonds as siblings. He teaches you some stuff on formula one, telling you the basics, like the teams and its drivers, team principal. Besides that he also supports you as an artist, growing up you always love drawings, you always tell your parents how much you love doing tiny doodles and showing it to them, but as always the only person who cares about you is your mom and your brother.
“Y/N?” Your brother says as you snapped back into reality, “Earth to Y/N?” “What-?” “I said, Dad needs us in the paddock, are you coming?” “Yeah, give me a minute-” you said as you grabbed your phone as you and your brother went to the paddock.
You and your brother arrived in the paddock as your saw checo, your best friend and also one of the drivers of red bull alongside your brother.
You met checo at your brothers first win in sakhir grand prix 2020, Checo’s on podium 1 while your brother is in podium 3, you're so happy for your brother that day, checo and your brother celebrated their victory as a team, later that night the red bull team threw a party and you had a blast, you made some new friends, talk so some new faces, until checo approached you, “Y/n, Right?” He smiled shyly as he looked at you up and down, “Yes, that's right, You're Sergio, right? Congrats by the way, you did so well earlier!” You complimented him as he smiled at you, ‘god he's handsome’ you thought, “Ah- Thank you, that's- really thank you.” Checo's cheeks turned light pink, “Call me checo, everyone calls me that and I think you should too.” He smiled, “Checo” you said as you liked the way his name sounds, “Yeah-” he chuckled.
Since then you and checo got really close, he always treats you, going on a dinner date with him, watching a movie with him, having some fun time together, and lastly going in some art museums around the world whenever the team travels for the race.
He knows that you're a big fan of art, he knows that you always liked drawings as a kid up till now, he thinks that you deserve to be treated like what he's doing, making you feel worth it and not neglected.
“Y/N, Luz solar-” says checo as you heard his little nickname for you, “Checoooo!” You run towards him as you give him a tight hug as if you haven't seen each other in years, “How are you?” You said as you smiled up at him, “I'm doing good, Miel, how about you did you enjoy the city here in Mexico?” He smiled at you, “Yeah! I liked it here already, though I haven't explored the city yet since you know, dad always needed me here” you rolled your eyes as checo chuckled, “Luz solar, I'll tell you what, after the practice we can go and take a look at the city, we can eat and maybe find some museum to go in.” He smiled as I pats your shoulders, “Can I come?” Your brother says as he looks at checo then to you, “ye-” “No.” You said “¿Porque mi amor?” (Why, my love) Checo says as he looks at you confused, You chuckled, “Dummy of course you can go! You two are my supporters, I wouldn't be like this if you guys weren't here for me!” You smiled to both of them as checo and your brother chuckled, “Ah, sí, after the race ok? We'll talk about it later-" Checo winks at you as he leaves, leaving you and your brother.
“I swear he likes you-” your brother teased as he scoffed, “He's literally way much older than me, what do you mean?” You looked at him confused, “C’mon, you and checo have been friends for 4 years now and you think checo doesn't like you? He always treats you like you're his wife!” Your brother said as he chuckled, “He's always like that, I think he's just kind and sweet, he knows everything between me and dad, so maybe he's just making me feel appreciated in a way he can.” You said as you had flashbacks of your moments with checo.
It's true, Checo's been treating you as if you're his wife. Honestly, you find checo attractive and god he's so perfect, his eyes, his face, the way he looks at you whenever he talks and listens when you're talking. You liked him, but you just don't know how you will say it to him, you don't want your friendship with him to go to waste if your relationship with him didn't work out.
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The Free practice was done and you cheered your brother and checo as they got the pole position 1 and 2, Checo is in P1 while your brother is in P2, his highest position so far in this season.
“You did great!” You said as you hugged your brother, “Thank you sis! I'm excited for tomorrow-” your brother replied as he pulls away from the hug, You saw checo walking towards you while smiling, “Checoooo- you did great P1 is your highest so far! I'm proud of you-” you cheered as you hugged checo, “Thank you, Mi amor, Are we still going out though?” “Hell yes!” You said as you looked checo in the eyes, admiring his brown eyes, “Way to go checo!” Your brother said as they hugged each other, “You did well too.” Checo smiled as they both pulled away from each other, “C’mon let's get out of here I'm excited to explore the city!” You said as the three of you went to change clothes.
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The three of you arrived in a restaurant, not far away from the paddock, you entered first as you bumped into a tall man, you felt like you bumped into some hard wall, “I'm so-” you said as you looked up seeing The team principal of Mercedes, Toto Wolff.
“I'm sorry-” you said shyly as you looked up at him, ‘Fuck, he's tall.’ you thought, he leans down at you slightly, “It's ok, don't apologize.” He said, smirking down at you.
“Is that Toto?” Your brother says, asking Checo, “Yeah and that's Y/N talking to toto?” They both looked at each other confused. “Y/N-” checo called your name as you looked behind you seeing your brother and checo walking towards you, “I'm really sorry I didn't see you passing by-” you apologize again as you lowered your head in embarrassment, Toto said nothing as he looked down on you as he nodded and left.
“You ok?” Checo said as he looked at you slightly confused, “Yeah, I just didn't see him that's all-” you said smiling at him, “Toto? You didn't see him?” Your brother chuckled as he teased you, “I Don't know, I don't even know who he is, ok?” You said chuckling. “That's the team principal of Mercedes, one of our rival teams, dad hates that guy.” Your brother replied, “That's him?!” You said shocked, “Yeah, your father and Toto are not the best of friends.” Checo said as he looked at your brother and you, ‘Why would dad hate him, he looks kind though-’ you thought, “Hmm, I see, let's just forget it- we need to celebrate for what happened on the practice earlier!” You said as you smiled at Checo and your brother.
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The three of you sat down as Checo asked the waiter for the menu, the three of you took a while from choosing what to eat, “Since it's your hometown, why don't you tell us what's the best food to order?” You said looking at Checo while smiling, “Yeah!” Your brother agreed as checo grins “Ok- how about we choose this?” He said pointing at ‘Torta’ in the menu, “Torta? What's that?” You asked, “Well it's like a sandwich filled with a lot of vegetables and meat-” he said looking at you then your brother, “Well that's sounds delicious to me-” your brother said smiling as checo looks at you, “What about you Y/N?” “Hmm I want to try it!” You said as Checo smiled at your words.
Few minutes later all of your orders have arrived, checo ordered a torta with a diet coke on the side, your brother ordered the same, while you ordered a torta and a sparkling water, the three of you ate and exchange conversation, you liked the food that Sergio suggest to eat, “So, why did you bumped into Toto earlier?” Your brother asked, making checo nod, “Yeah, it's impossible for you not to see him, that guy is tall!” You chuckled, “Well yeah I didn't kinda see him because I was admiring the outside view of the restaurant, plus I'm really excited so I didn't bother to look In Front of me, the next thing I realized is that I felt like I bumped into a wall-” The three of you chuckled, “That's a weird and funny interaction of you and toto- is that the first time you saw him in person?” Checo asked, “Well…Yeah- given that dad only describes him with words and I only saw him in interviews and pictures, so I wasn't expecting he'll be that intimidating…” ‘and damn hot…’ you thought.
The three of you exchanged conversation as you remember that there's a museum close by the restaurant, “Checo, can we go to the museum across the street, please?” You begged as you gave Checo an irresistible eye, checo chuckled, “I don't know should we go, Johnathan?” Checo asked your brother as they teased you, “Hmm let me think about it checo-” Your brother teases you too, you looked at them unimpressed, “alright, ok, jeez-” your brother says as checo chuckled, checo paid the bill as the three of you head out, checo and your brother searched the museum that you might like, “Y/n, what about this?” says checo showing you a picture of ‘Museo de la Ciudad de Mexico’, “Wow- that looks so beautiful…” you said as checo looks at you saying “Yeah, Beautiful…”
You, Checo, and your brother arrived in the museum, you proceeded inside as Checo and your brother bought some tickets. Inside you saw a lot of beautiful carved stones with a lot of symbols in it, you took a picture to post it later on your Instagram, “Enjoying already, Y/N?” Checo asked seeing you taking a picture, “Yeah- these are beautiful-” You chuckled, as you saw your brother having his alone time at the other part of the museum, you and checo strolled along the museum, checo took some pictures of you, “We should take a picture!” You smiled as Checo seemed to be surprised, “Yeah, ok” you took out your phone as you took a photo of you and Checo, Checo's arms are on your shoulders as he looks at you, while you're looking at the camera smiling. You smiled at Checo, “Should we post that? I mean ya know?” As a mechanic of redbull and Checo a red bull driver, you don't want controversy or issues in the paddock, so whenever you and checo are going out or taking pictures you always ask him permission or he will ask you permission to post the pictures, “Of course- it'll be good for your Instagram eh?” He chuckled, “ok ok- I'll just tag you and Jonathan-”
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After thousands of pictures with Checo and your brother you decide to go home to get ready for qualifying tomorrow, “I'll see you guys tomorrow ok? And I know that both of you will do well tomorrow.” You hugged your brother and checo, “Thanks sis! Love ya!” Your brother said as he opened his hotel room door, waving to Checo and you.
Your brother lives in 4th floor of the hotel, while you and checo lives in 5th floor, he said he wanted to be close to you just Incase you need anything, you find it very thoughtful of him, I mean…he's always like that to you, sometimes you think why you and checo aren't together.
You and Checo entered the elevator, he pushed the number 5 button as you posted the pictures on your Instagram, tagging checo and your brother. Silence filled the elevator, Checo's the one who breaks the silence first, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy it?” He looks at you with full admiration, your eyes lit up “Yes! I enjoyed it a lot- I wasn't expecting Mexico to be a beautiful place, so thank you Checo.” You smiled at Checo as the elevator door opened. You walks out first then checo, standing In Front of your door as checo took a picture of you, you chuckled, “What's that for?” “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He smiled, “Hmm..” you opened your door as you turned to face checo, “Thank you for today checo, You're the best.” You said tip toeing and kissing checo on the cheeks, “Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow.” You saw Checo's face turned red, you went inside your room quickly, closing the door behind you, ‘Fuck, why did I do that-’ you thought as you sat on the floor.
Checo's still standing outside your door, still shocked by what you just did, “Goodnight too…” he mumbled, smiling as he left going to the other door beside your room, opening it as he caressed his face where your lips once were.
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Omg I hope you like it! This part of the fic is All about checo and Y/N, and of course the meet of Y/N and toto!!
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I’m frothing at the mouth for as much info from the Winx encyclopedia thing as you’re willing to post thank you for your service
Good news! There are a series of pages regarding the girl’s childhoods that are ripe with✨family dynamics✨ and L O R E. I forgot to take photos of the pages before leaving for a weekend trip, but I can tell you what I’ve learned and post the images on Monday!
Before the good stuff let’s get the boring out of the way: there’s no new info on Bloom’s childhood since it was covered so extensively in Season 1. Expected, but I will tell you my favorite part: Bloom says no matter what Mike and Vanessa are her parents. You love to see it.
Flora has a distant relationship with her dad compared to her mom and Miele. He’s a landscape architect for ‘The Senatorial Chamber of Public Greens,’ and wasn’t around much. She was also one of those kids who could make flower jewelry. So jealous.
Stella was raised mostly by the Solarian royal staff instead of Radius or Luna. Big day for the Radius Haters. She always had a thing for brunette boys and either A) got the magic equivalent of Lasik or B) wears contacts. I’m going with B in my own head cannons.
Layla has childhood trauma from being forced to stay inside. Yay? We knew about that but you know what I found that was new: ANNE LORE! Aisha knows where Anne moved - a planet called Eros. There’s no mention of it anywhere else in Winx, so re-write people can go ape with it. (This is apparently on the wiki now but it’s not mentioned in the series so I never looked whoops)
Musa’s pages are just…a right mess of contradictions. Ho-Boe wanted Musa to become a singer like Matlin was, a TOTAL 180 from the series where he’s worried about Musa following in her mother’s footsteps. He’s worried about her going to Alfea to be a fairy? I don’t know I’m missing a key word in the translation or something, but I will report back!
Also, there’s a footnote about her mom’s hologram being stored in a camellia flower, which is important in Chinese and Japanese culture. Not surprising, but makes the whitewashing Fate did funnier.
And lastly, Tecna heavily implies on Zenith it’s common to have memories stored in virtual reality? A true gold mine of potential story content (especially when you did a season about time travel). They give Tecna anxiety to look though - which to be fair is a mood. But it does mention specifically Tecna’s always been a smart kid, even on Zenith, and that she had friends. I don’t know why that made me happy but it did (probably because ‘nerd’ characters are usually portrayed as outcasts, so I appreciate Tecna not going through that).
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Here’s a little something while I work on part two of “It’s Better this way”
One shot - Sargent Hunter
“A what?”
Warnings: 18+, fluff, suggestive themes, female reader. Idk stuff like that 😂 oh this is a reader insert so no mention of a name.
Summary:
You and Hunter have been together for quite sometime now and take every chance to spend time together as possible. One of the man's finer qualities is his hair. As a female, it always irritated you how little effort he put into it yet you wold swear to Maker he had nicer hair than you. With that being said you were always looking for an excuse to run your fingers through it.
I cannot thank @lune-de-miel-au-paradis enough for this idea! I swear I make myself fall in love with him over and over again 🥲
The two of you lay tangled together in your sheets after yet another night of whispering sweet nothings and skin on skin contact. You admire how peaceful he looks, eyes closed and facial expression relaxed. The only sound in the room that could be heard was Hunter's soft hum while you run your fingers through his hair. It's one of the few times he doesn't have a bandana on and you can really tell how long his hair is getting.
An idea hits, sending a wave of excitement through your veins. Hunter's eyes fly open having sensed your sudden change, well...and you stopped laying with his hair. Your eyes flick to his and a look of confusion spreads across his face. His chest vibrates as he speaks, "What is it?" He almost whispers, searching your face for an answer. "Wait here" is all he gets before you're fly out of bed, throwing cloths on and racing into the fresher.
Scouring through your things, you look for one of your hair ties and muttering to yourself. Finally, having found one you spin on your heel, facing the doorway and see Hunter leaning against it. Your eyes can't help but roam over his chiseled torso as he stands before you only having taken the time to put pants on. He seems to be enjoying the view of you scouring the fresher, talking to yourself.
He crosses his arms over his chest and chuckles "What are you doing?" A smile spreads across your face, "I had an idea! Please hear me out." Stepping to the side, he watches as you walk past him back to the bed. You climb onto the bed, sitting crisscross before patting the spot in front to you. However, he doesn't move and his eyes narrow, causing his eye brows to furrow. He's pretty sure he knows where this is going...
He sighs and shakes his head "No."
"You don't even know what I'm going to do yet" you sass.
His gaze meets yours, those brown eyes full of the love the man has for you. "The last time you had an 'idea' you braided my hair and Crosshair caught wind of it...he still won't let it go."
"This is different I swear! I think you'd look great with a man bun!"
"A what?"
"A man bun" you say coyly. He thinks it over for a moment and you know can tell by his body language he's not really into it.
"You wouldn't be the only Clone whose ever done it! Tup has a man bun." A smirk makes it way on to his beautifully tattooed face but just when you think you’ve cracked him... he quirks a brow "Oh so now you've got a thing for Tup huh?"
You roll your eyes and choose not to respond to the comment. He knows where your loyalty lies, with him and him only…. “Hunter…..Pleeeeaaaassseeeee” you whine sticking your bottom lip out.
His arms drop to his sides as he sighs in defeat. Making his way over to the bed, he sits down in front of you. Your eyes can’t help but wander over his tan skin. He has a few scars on his back whose stories he’s told, time and time again. With feather light touch you trace your fingers over the scars and up his back, recalling the events of the previous night. Shaking your head to focus, you reach for his hair, pulling it back and tying it up into a bun.
You lean back to look at your handy work, smiling proudly. Hunter turns his head to look at you out of the corner of his eye. Looking at the back of his head doesn’t do a justice to how attractive he is with a bun. You can feel your eyes betray you, revealing the hunger that now pangs deep in your core. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, drawing your attention to his lips.
“That good huh?”
Even after all this time, he still had you weak in the knees. A nervous laugh is all you can muster up for the time being. He shifts himself so that you are now face to face and you’re heart rate spikes. “I could definitely get used to this look” you’re practically drooling at this point. Hunter reaches forward, gently grabbing you by the thighs and sliding you closer to him.
His fingers dance across your cheek as he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear “I don’t think I want you to get used to it. I kinda like when you’re a mess like this.” The palm of his hand stops on you cheek and his fingers entangle themselves in your hair. For a moment you both sit there in silence completely lost in one another’s eyes.
“I love you and I don’t know that I tell you that enough” your voice just above a whisper. Nuzzling yourself into his hand as if you could get closer, you close your eyes and drink in his scent. He catches you by surprise, causing you to squeal in delight, as he gently lays you back on the mattress before crawling over top of you. The weight of his body over yours makes you feel safe, like nothing in the galaxy can come between you.
Hunter peppers your neck with kisses, making his way up to your ear, “I love you too.” He kisses you deeply, holding it for a moment before pulling away “I’m going to show you how much.”
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Honey in perfume, feat. Bee (Zoologist, 2019)
(Picture from the Zoologist website, obviously, and not my magical cottagecore abode)
I am a big fan of (wearing very small amounts of) sweet gourmand fragrances, including sugar and honey notes. “Notes,” of course—nowadays, it’s not the real thing. While I have seen at least one or two indie companies touting actual honey in their honey perfumes, for the most part, it's an aromachemical: phenylacetic acid, derived from beeswax and generally combined with other notes to create an accord. This Fragrantica article tells you everything you could ever want to know about the chemistry of honey perfumes, including:
"Honey absolute" is generally beeswax absolute (technically not even an absolute), which has "a relatively mild scent, reminiscent of hay and tonka beans with waxy and honey undertones."
"Phenylacetic acid itself, in high concentrations, has a sickeningly sweet smell, really reminiscent of honey, with sour, powdery and floral nuances. In its composition, the nuances of tobacco and chocolate are clearly distinguishable – one, without imagination, can also describe them as a strong animalistic urinal smell, vaguely reminiscent of civet."
If you saw barrels with a bee symbol in Breaking Bad: that's the stuff. It is, in fact, used to make meth.
Other notes/aromachemicals used in various honey bases (abridged): vanillin, heliotropin, coumarin (often tonka bean), violet (ionones), hyacinth (phenylacetaldehyde), rose and wax (geranyl acetate), and a note only found in citrus blossom honey: methyl anthranilate.
In the "mellis" base: "benzyl salicylate (balsamic, herbaceous) and eugenol (cloves), [...] patchouli, hydroxycitronellal (lily of the valley), woody notes, spices, and coumarin." This is a foundation used in many of the classic older fragrances like Youth Dew (which my grandmother used to wear), Opium, and L'Air du Temps.
If you're interested in the chemistry, take a look at the article—the parts I'm quoting are only to get across the palette of scent possible in a honey fragrance. Guerlain creative director Sylvaine Delacourte also reels off an exhaustive list of honey notes in perfumery. I'll quote four of them:
Miel de Provence (Firmenich base): "tobacco, aniseed, honey, curry, immortelle, coumarin, hay"
Beeswax Absolute: "quite buttery, very honey-like, broom-like"
Phenyl acetic acid: "honeyed, fruity, dirty, a little blackcurrant"
Tabac Turc Absolut: "honey, animal, leather"
Dance break for further reading:
Fragrantica: Beeswax in Perfumes
Perfume Society: "We love what the nose Christine Nagel has to say about this ingredient: 'Honey has two facets – half devil, half angel. In Ambrée structures, it has a sweet, comforting effect, taking you back to childhood. But a small touch in a feminine structure can be extremely sexy…'"
Bois de Jasmin: Sweet Honey Water: Perfume Recipe from the 17th Century
Also at Fragrantica: Best in Show: Honey Fragrances (2020). Now, if I had a money tree, I would probably go straight for samples of Back to Black (Kilian), Scandal (Jean Paul Gaultier), Poison (Dior), Chergui and Miel de Bois (Serge Lutens), L'Instant de Guerlain, and Honey and the Moon (TokyoMilk). The sample I actually ordered was what I felt must be The Honey Scent of All Time:
Bee (Zoologist, 2019)
I had actually never tried a Zoologist fragrance before this; they're famous for animal-themed scents that range from the imaginative to the, uh, challenging. (And the infamous.) Here's the official description:
Like the frantic hustle of the bee through a maze of multi-faceted scents, Zoologist Bee delivers a surreal experience. The rich aroma of honey captivates, while alluring florals, royal jelly, animalic beeswax and regal incense unite to create a buzz, offering excitement, and the sweet rewards of life.
Perfumer: Cristiano Canali
Top Notes: Orange, Ginger Syrup, Royal Jelly Accord
Heart Notes: Broom, Heliotrope, Mimosa, Orange Flower
Base Notes: Benzoin, Labdanum, Musks [synthetic], Sandalwood, Tonka, Vanilla
Now, glance back up at all the background business we just went through: heliotropin, coumarin (tonka), citrus that could include methyl anthranilate. Sylvaine Delacourte invokes mimosa and broom in her full list of notes—
But then: royal jelly apparently has a cheesy, condensed milk scent; she also mentions that beeswax absolute can read as "buttery." For that matter, her mention of a "butyric" honey aromachemical is a bit alarming: it's the "rancid butter, parmesan cheese, and vomit" note that makes Hershey's chocolate so objectionable to people who didn't grow up with it. Like, it's all here if you google know what you're looking at. It's all fun and games until the bee cheese comes out.
And then, labdanum, as you might remember, is the key ingredient in amber accords, where it's often blended with benzoin and vanilla, so we're going to get a warm, resinous, highly projective effect as well. I love amber, but I have to apply it exceptionally sparingly: it's LOUD.
What I'm getting at is, once you look more closely at the notes and the chemistry: I am not surprised that some wearers report a claustrophobic feeling like their head is stuck in a beehive. If your skin chemistry emphasizes the floral notes, it's said that you'll feel like you're right there soaring with the bees among the wildflowers; if you amp the cheesy, waxy, or A M B E R notes, well. There's nothing I can do to save you now. Remember Tabac Turc Absolut ("honey, animal, leather") up there? Or that phenylacetic resemblance to civet? Zoologist is famous for (surprise!) their intensely animalic fragrances. We don’t know exactly what Cristiano Canali used, but we sure do know what’s possible. You are IN that hive with the bees. Hope you brought some pollen as a hostess gift.
I always apply, like, three entire molecules of perfume when I first try something, so I was fine. On me, Bee has a creamy-yet-powdery "texture"—not dairy, not "old lady" powder; something almost tactile. The honey itself is primarily what I smell, and it’s "high" in my nose; I think I would have preferred a deeper note, like the dark clover honey I use in my tea, but it's nice. I don't specifically smell any ginger or florals—maybe a little citrus. Nothing cheesy or objectionable, barely waxy, just a general sense of hive. But Bee does seem—alive. It seems to move in the air around my wrist.
And it persists for hours, despite how little I wore (three different occasions), especially since my skin does amplify amber notes. If you find yourself in trouble, it is not going to wash off. DO NOT SPRAY BEE ALL OVER YOURSELF. DO NOT. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CHOICES. I really enjoy honey fragrances and this one in particular, but—you have been warned.
Addendum: It was extra fun to edit this out on the deck under a cherry laurel with about 7-8 bumblebees circling overhead. They were chill.
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Again, sorry. Coping in the medical field is one of the hardest things to quantify, explain or manage. We often develop weird coping mechanisms and lone wolf tendencies. People struggle to understand our level of weird, while we struggle to maintain our sanity. I hope this is just a small glimpse into the mind of a good medic who can’t save everyone, but still cares deeply about continuing the fight.
Rating: M
Word count: 2.9K
Pairing: OC CMO Volte x OC General Lara Lin x OC Aurelia (by permission of @freesia-writes )
Warnings: Surgically assisted birth, coping with life risk, medical coping with reality of trauma and loss, discussing the feels
Excerpt Summary - Lara and Volte are required to deliver a child surgically; Volte has a flashback to times when he couldn’t save everyone and has a moment, struggling to cope.
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About six months into the girl’s pregnancy, Lara had noted her fiddling with her socks and boots, complaining how tight they were, and that her ankles were swelling up daily. Sliding over near her, Lara asked her how she’d been feeling, if she was excited about the coming baby. The girl, named Rhaela, chattered on in happiness about her preparations, how they’d made clothes and furniture for the baby, how excited Falco was about becoming a father. Lara listened to her with a smile, but with rising concern, which turned to fear when she heard Rhaela complain about the frequent headaches she was getting. Hearing her complaints, Lara realized they were symptoms of a concerning pregnancy related condition - at the very least it was gestational hypertension, but was most likely preeclampsia. She would need to talk to Volte and Aurelia as soon as possible about treatment plans for Rhaela; there wasn’t much to offer really - no antihypertensives, no hospital to stash her in until delivery. She would be much like the millions of human women that had gone before her, doing their best to survive high risk pregnancies.
In the end, Lara’s fears came true. Rhaela went into labor and struggled to deliver her child. As the birth progressed, she was unable to bring the child out, not matter what techniques she and Volte used. Lara found herself looking at Volte silently, full of dread and knowledge. In a small lull, while Rhaela rested, Falco holding her hand desperately, his face full of concern, Lara and Volte consulted in the corner of the small home, Aurelia listening without a word.
“She’s not going to be able to deliver that baby, Volte,” Lara said softly.
“So what do you propose we do, General?” Volte’s tone was laced with desperation and unhappiness. He knew instinctively where this was going, and his heart hurt at the knowledge, the risks they were faced with taking.
“If we do a section, we can probably save the baby. It’s full term, and should be fine. But I’m not sure if we can save them both. The meds we have will depress the baby’s breathing and heart rate as well - we absolutely can’t go cutting on her without giving her pain meds. So, we won’t have much time to get the baby out.” Lara’s fine brows were drawn together in thought and distraction. “What do you think, Volte?”
Volte looked disturbed that she was deferring the decision to him. He gawped a little in surprise and panic. “I…I don’t know, General! You’ve done this before - I haven’t.”
Lara looked at him a little flatly. “If you’re going to be the doctor for this community, these decisions will come up. Even the best docs on Earth still struggle with this at times.” She glanced over at Rhaela, who was napping fitfully. “We have to ask Rhaela what she wants. While she sleeps, we can get stuff ready.” She looked up at Aurelia a little sharply, focused now on a task that they could accomplish. “Rely, go get the med packs and the IV equipment. The surgical packs are labeled as such. Bring those as well as the airway pack. Can you get it all?”
“I can get Howzer to help me. I’ll be right back!” Aurelia turned and ran from the home quickly, on a mission to get the equipment back as soon as possible.
Lara stepped over to Rhaela and Falco; reaching out she took the young woman’s wrist in her hand and felt her pulse, then glanced at the fetal heart rate monitor to see how the baby was doing. The signs were okay for now - both mother and child were resting for a moment. Falco stared at Lara’s face, fear hiding in the depths of his brown eyes. He could sense the General wasn’t happy with how the delivery was going. Rhaela stirred, waking groggily and looking up at Lara and her husband. Taking a breath, Lara braced herself for the conversation that had to happen now.
“Rhaela, we are having some trouble bringing the baby along. I’m not sure you’re going to be able to deliver without help.” Falco’s eyes hardened.
“What kind of help?,” he asked guardedly.
“Surgical help. We’ve reached the point where we have to make a choice. I can surgically open the womb and get the baby out, or both mother and child will likely die in the attempt to have the baby naturally.” Lara’s expression was as flat as she could make it, looking into both parent’s eyes. They both looked taken aback, slapped by the cold hand of reality and dread. “Before you make your choice, you have to know - there is a large chance that Rhaela could die. This surgery is not without risks. The bleeding associated is usually bad, and I can’t make you any guarantees, other than if we do nothing, you will certainly die. And the child.” Lara’s eyes were full of regret, that she couldn’t do more for them.
Rhaela and Falco looked at each other, seeing that the writing on the walls was dark and unhappy. Tears came to both their eyes, along with a mixture of physical pain; the contractions were starting to return. Lara reached out and took Rhaela’s hand, saying nothing, but offering her presence as support. The girl took a deep breath, leaned over into Falco’s chest and cried softly. Falco held her like he was trying to force the strength from his own body into hers. Looking up at Lara, he whispered, “There’s no other way?”
Lara shook her head sadly.
Tears fell from Falco’s eyes, and he closed them, holding Rhaela tightly. After a moment, Rhaela looked at Lara and took a breath. “Do it, General. I know you’ll do your best. You and Volte can do anything, I know it.”
The words touched Lara’s soul, and she couldn’t stop a rim of tears from filling her eyes. Squeezing Rhaela’s hand, she gave her a bracing smile, nodded and stood. Aurelia and Howzer walked into the home carrying the supply bags at that moment. Aurelia was focused, moving to place them on the table and already opening the compartments, knowing exactly what she was after. Howzer glanced over at Falco briefly, his face full of uncomfortable sadness for the couple, but unsure what his place was, or how to be of use in this situation. Lara looked up at the captain and said quickly, “Howzer, please go find Turk, Dorian and Primer - ask them to come here. I’m going to need their help. Be quick, please.” Her tone was a professional command and brooked no argument. Howzer hurried from the home to do as ordered.
Lara and Volte worked quickly to get the room set up for the procedure, laying out the items and sterile packs they would need. She and Volte would do the surgery, while Aurelia kept Rhaela medicated and sedated, and Lara planned to have Turk and Dorian help with her airway and the baby when delivered. Primer she needed to support Falco. She wouldn’t ask him to leave his wife and child, but she wasn’t going to have him there alone if the worst occurred. The men soon turned up as requested, and Lara explained their roles to them. They nodded solemnly and immediately got themselves in the proper mindset for the challenge ahead.
Aurelia got an IV started on Rhaela and the fluids hooked up without issue. Lara drew up the appropriate doses of meds to sedate the young woman, and to keep her under for the surgery. “Rely, these are good for the first few rounds of the induction, but you’ll probably have to draw up a few more doses from the vials.” Aurelia nodded succinctly. She knew her job. She helped get Rhaela settled in her bed with some protective sheeting beneath her to catch blood and fluids, and then washed up quickly, returning to the girl’s bedside to don gloves. Lara got everyone masked up and to their places, then nodded to Aurelia to push the first doses of sedation and pain medication. Looking into Rhaela’s eyes, Lara did her best to assure the brave girl as her green eyes started to get glassy with sleep and medications.
Once she was deeply under with the versed and fentanyl on board, Lara had Rely push a new medication - rocuronium - to temporarily paralyze the mother’s muscles and have her relaxed enough to allow a medical airway to be placed. Lara picked up her laryngoscope quickly, positioned herself behind Rhaela’s head, opened her mouth with her right hand, and inserted the blade of the laryngoscope to push the girl’s tongue out of the way and expose her vocal cords to Lara’s sight. She inserted the endotracheal tube with practiced ease, and removed the stylet within, attaching an AMBU bag to the end of the tube with one hand and skills long learned. Watching for chest rise, she saw Rely quickly listen with a stethoscope for breath sounds or gastric gurgling, but the girl glanced up at Lara with a confirming nod. The tube was in place correctly. Lara moved to tape it securely to Rhaela’s mouth and cheek, then handed monitoring of the airway and respiration to Turk. She and Volte washed up and opened the sterile surgical trays and equipment, Lara donning a sterile gown and gloves and setting the field up with Volte’s help. When she was done, he did the same, getting dressed for the procedure and stepping up to Rhaela’s side. The two surgeons looked at each other, took a breath and nodded.
“Okay for a quick time out, team. We are going to do this c-section on Rhaela because we’re out of options to deliver naturally. Turk, you have the airway. Dorian, for now you are waiting to catch the baby. Aurelia, you are in charge of monitoring the vitals and administering the meds. Volte - you got any questions?” Volte shook his head. “Okay, I’ll make the first incision.” Lara reached over to the table and removed a scalpel, placing her left hand on Rhaela’s abdomen, pulling the skin back slightly, and at the base of her uterus at the pubic line, made a cut about six inches long. Volte quickly dabbed at the welling blood with gauze.
Lara worked swiftly to get through the layers of tissues, avoiding important structures carefully until she could see the outer surface of the uterus. Looking up quickly at Dorian, she said, “You ready D? Two minutes to having this baby out.”
“I’m ready General,” he said quickly, poised with a couple of clean blankets, ready to accept the child from Volte, who would hand it off to Dorian.
“Okay here we go.” Lara quickly cut into the uterus, working to avoid going too deeply; she didn’t want to accidentally nick the baby. She carefully stretched the incision, trying to avoid making it too big; there was benefit to leaving the incision slightly tight so as to squeeze the infant’s lungs of amniotic fluid and mimic the passage through the birth canal. She felt for the little head and got her fingers around and under it, directing it to the incision she’d made and gently pulling it out. She and Volte paused for a moment to clean the field of all the amniotic fluid and blood present, and then Lara reached back into Rhaela’s womb to grasp the child’s shoulder. Lifting it towards the opening, she worked first one and then the other free, feeling the body slide more quickly now from its former home of nine months. Lara lifted the infant’s body free of Rhaela and placed it on the sterile field, over the gap between her legs, working with Volte to clamp and cut the umbilical cord and clean the surgical field again of blood. Free of his mother’s womb and the placenta now, Volte quickly handed the newborn over to Dorian, who enfolded the boy in the warm, clean blankets and quickly stepped over to another table to work at waking the baby up, vigorously wiping at the vernix covering his skin, stimulating him until the baby let out a breathtaking, loud squawk. Internally, both Lara and Volte sighed with relief at the sound, but were working quickly to get Rhaela’s c-section finished and her sewed back up.
Lara reached once more into her womb to deliver the placenta. She placed it on the sterile field as she had the baby, and Volte quickly assessed it for completeness, nodding to Lara when he checked it. “Complete, General.”
“Good. Good, good, good,” Lara breathed. She worked to clean Rhaela’s uterus out as best she could, irrigating and scraping it clean of any remnants of birth so there would be minimal risk of infection after. When she was satisfied, she started working to sew up the incision site, which required multiple layers of sutures. Satisfied that the uterus was no longer bleeding, Lara started working on closing Rhaela’s abdomen back up, and they finished when Volte put in the final sutures and staples. They wiped her belly clean, watching it for any last oozing, and then took deep breaths out of relief. Aurelia looked up at them with a smile that spoke volumes of her own happiness at their apparent success, and pride in what their small team had accomplished. Falco had gone over to meet and hold his new son, Dorian handing the baby off to the new father with a happy smile for his teammate. Primer had watched the whole affair with a look of silent concern and solemnity, and he only broke into a smile when he saw Lara stand to her full height, stretching her shoulders and letting out the tense breath she’d been holding the entire time.
Lara glanced over at her first in command, their eyes meeting quietly. He gave her a little one sided smile of pride and congratulations, and Lara smiled back beneath her mask. Then she looked at Volte. The medic looked strangely… distracted, even a little shattered for some reason. Like he was looking at a scene of devastation and not success. Lara’s brows knit a little in confusion and she reached over to him, touching his arm softly. “Volte? You okay?” His eyes snapped up to hers suddenly, as if his mind had been far away.
“I’m fine, General. Good work. We did good work.” He tried to make his words sound strong and sure, but Lara could hear a faint note of confusion still there, like he was lost in a memory he couldn’t shake.
“Help me get all this taken down and scrub out. Go get some air.” Lara felt concern for him, but wasn’t sure what was wrong. He did as she’d directed, getting all of the instruments back to their tray, helping her break down the sterile field and clean up from their work. Volte stripped off his gloves, gown and mask and then left the home almost as if chased by ghosts. Even Primer watched him go with a look of concern. Primer met Lara’s eyes, full of questions for Volte’s behavior. Lara shrugged and shook her head - she wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she had two patients to attend to at the moment and couldn’t do anything about Volte.
She quickly checked the baby and the mother over, assuring both herself and Falco that they were doing well. Aurelia and Turk sat with Rhaela for a while longer, monitoring her vitals and maintaining her airway. By the time Lara was finished with her work in the little home, Rhaela was breathing on her own and seemed to be stable. Lara ordered Turk to remove the breathing tube, and remained to watch the girl, making sure she continued breathing independently a bit longer. Aurelia looked up to Lara and said, “Go after Volte. I’ll stay until she wakes up.”
Lara looked at Aurelia gratefully, reached over and squeezed her shoulder, and turned to leave. Primer stepped over to her quickly, following her out the door. “Do you need me to go with you to find him?”
Lara shook her head. “I’ve got it. I don’t think this talk will follow a path you know much about. But thanks. Watch over them for me and if Rely needs something, come get me pronto, okay?”
Primer stopped walking and called to Lara’s retreating form, “Will do, General.” He watched her for a minute longer, the pride he felt in her swelling for a moment, then he turned and walked back to Falco’s home in silence.
Lara found Volte sitting on her little hill, listening to the waves. His eyes were distant and his mind was far away, tears falling softly down his cheeks. She studied him in profile for a moment; he didn’t even acknowledge that he’d noticed her, he was so distracted. Lara pursed her lips a bit and moved to sit next to him without a word. He’d come back eventually, and she would be here when he was ready to talk. It was well over an hour though, before she felt him take a deep breath, hesitate, and then reach for words.
“Sorry, General, I just kind of… lost myself there for a minute.” To be honest, he still sounded rather lost, Lara thought quietly. She looked over at him from the side, her blue eyes studying him silently. Lara waited for Volte to make the next move.
Volte saw her watching him patiently, and sighed. “You ever have those moments, when you wonder if you did everything you could for someone you didn’t manage to save?”
Oh, so many, Lara thought to herself quietly. She looked off, over the waves before them, losing herself in the question and a swell of memories. “We all have those moments, Volte. The frustration of loss, of not being able to best Death - every medical person faces that at some point, if not multiple times. It’s a sign that you’re a good one, someone who cares.” She met his eyes firmly, trying to convey the depth of her meaning.
Volte nodded as if she’d verified something to be right, that he’d been thinking. He looked down at the grass and pulled a blade, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, focusing on it as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d seen in a long time. After a long pause, he said a little haltingly, “I know we didn’t lose this time, but when we were sewing her up, I suddenly remembered the face of another person, from the war. She was a citizen on Falucia, and had taken a bad shrapnel wound to the gut. She was bleeding to death, right there in front of me, and her husband was there, begging me to save her. She was pregnant, probably close to her due date. And I just remembered his voice as he pleaded with me, to save her life. To save the child.” Volte stopped, his mind working to deal with the flooding memories. “I couldn’t save either of them. I had no idea, no training, on how to deliver a child.” It had never come up in either conversation or education. It wasn’t something the GAR thought a combat medic would ever need, nor should waste money and time on teaching. “I watched her life drain away, knowing her baby was dying too, and could do nothing, but hold her hand, while her husband grieved beside her. I felt so helpless, so useless.” He bowed his head, bringing his hands up to cover his face, breathing deeply to steady himself.
Lara listened patiently; Volte had to tell the story himself, let the grief roll through him so he could address it properly. She watched as he came to grips with the truths of his past self, and where he’d come to now. The truth was, there were no better teachers than time and experience. And he was right - why would the Kaminoans have trained him for obstetrics? They weren’t bred for community health work - the GAR medics existed to put their brothers back together and keep them fighting. But Lara knew after her long years of life, that the bitterness of helpless loss could still rise up to choke a good medic regardless of the reality of their situation. There were times when she’d watched good people die in her arms, because the technology didn’t exist yet for her to help them.
The two sat in silence for a while, letting the sounds of nature wash over them. “Sorry I let it get to me back there, General. Seems kind of silly now, since the whole operation went so well.” Volte looked over at Lara with a slightly sheepish grin.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Every medical person I’ve ever met is haunted, Volte. Our ghosts follow us around, reminding us of what might have been if we could only just take that extra step, find that miracle cure, have the right equipment. I’ll be honest - the ghosts only multiply when you start working with children.” She stole a glance at him, seeing if he was following. Volte wore a look of foreboding, hearing her say that. Lara shrugged a little. “Adults have lived their lives, made mistakes, learned, experienced, while kids have their whole future ahead of them. Losing a child is like seeing someone completely robbed of everything they might be, stealing someone from the future that might have cured cancer or solved the greatest problem known to life. Plus, there’s the parents who brought that child into the world out of their love for each other. Children are hard. But man they’re brave. Holy shit, Volte, they’re the bravest patients you will ever know.”
Lara looked hard into his eyes, and he saw for a moment that there were tears in hers. “They will fight and fight and fight, having no idea what life really is, whether it will be rewarding or continued pain for them, but they don’t give up. The struggle I’ve seen them shoulder - children carry the weight of the world and don’t even know it, but yet they do it gladly, with an excitement no adult will ever get back. Those kids on Earth that I take care of on ECMO - they push Death back every day, playing with the medical staff, doing their therapy with a giant hose in their necks, strapped to their head, or coming out of their chest, and yet - THEY STILL FIGHT!” Lara stopped, her face truly awed at the memory of some of her patients. “I’ve seen a lot of death and suffering in my time, but no warrior I’ve ever met can equal the spirit of a child fighting for their life. It’s a strength only they possess and can tap into.”
Lara shook her head, looking down at the grass. A dark look crossed her face momentarily. “But when they run out of that strength, when we lose them no matter how valiantly they fought, it’s the most soul crushing thing to experience. And once they cross that veil, Volte, when you know they’ve turned away and you can’t get them back - you would do anything, ANYTHING, if you could just reach out and grab their hand, keep them with you.” Her eyes misted over a bit, seeing a memory from another time. “I’ll never forget the sound of a mother when her little boy let go. She howled - howled - with grief, a torn sound from the bottom of her soul. She pleaded for him to come back, because she knew - he’d crossed that divide. He’d turned away, and there was no coming back.”
Lara stopped for a long moment, tears silently falling down her cheeks. “The sound of her pain and loss will never leave me. Just like that lady on Falucia will never leave you. You will face loss, Volte; it’s just the reality of being a medical officer. We cannot win every time. And for every success, it seems you pay in the blood of another. But you can’t give up - you’re invaluable to Nidhogg, to your brothers and their families. You can’t let the ghosts stop you from saving others. We take the pain and the risk, challenge Death at every turn, fight back against the darkness, so that others might live. Ut alii vivant. Fighting and sacrifice was what you and I were made for. We were given strength, determination and stamina so that we could face both loss and victory in equal measure and continue on. You are courageous enough to keep going, even in the face of failure - it’s that tenacity and flame I saw in you the first day, that made me choose you for Dragon Company. And why I know without a doubt, that you will be the best physician I’ve ever known.” Lara put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him proudly. “I won’t always be here to help. But I KNOW this colony - these people - are in the best hands.”
Her smile for him was firm and determined, sure in her words. She believed in Volte completely, and he could feel it. Volte looked down at the ground for a moment, absorbing all she’d told him. It was a daunting thing, looking to the future and knowing he would have to step up and make all the decisions himself sooner than later. Lara was right - she wouldn’t always be here to hold his hand. But knowing that she was behind him in thought and spirit, knowing she believed in him utterly - that meant so much to him. He could do his job, knowing he had her support and faith. Volte met his General’s eyes steadily and nodded, a small shy smirk forming on his face. “Thanks, General. For everything.” She gave him a small smirk back and nodded, then turned away to watch the gulls flying over the water before them. The two sat in companionable silence for a long time, two best friends bonded by mutual experience, mission and their ghosts.
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Hey beautiful! Hope this day is treating you well! May I request some NSFW Daria? TY 🥰🥰
12. Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?
14. If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?
19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?
20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”
22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.
23. Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.
24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to
Hi, lovely!!! I hope you’ve had a wonderful Sunday 🤩 Thank you so much for asking about Daria 🥹💙💙 I’m always down to talk about her, so let’s go!!!
NSFW OC Questions - Fun stuff under the cut! MINORS DNI!!!
12. Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?
Far more likely! The easier they get flustered the better. She’s so mischievous and loves seeing the look on their face when they read the text, and then look up and make eye contact with her.
14. If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?
She loves sending a tasteful nude, and she’s going to go all out to make sure she looks her best, down to what jewelry she has on. She loves body jewelry, so she likes taking photos with only those pieces on 👀
19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?
Daria loves high-end lingerie. She’s that woman whose bra and panties match every single day. But she has special sets for spicy times, and they’re usually in her partner’s favorite colors.
20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”
A tailored suit or custom gown (that hugs her partner’s body) will definitely get and keep her attention. Bonus HC: she loves it when her partner fucks her fully dressed while she’s naked or just in her lingerie. 👀
22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.
Her favorite thing is the vulnerability. She likes feeling open and connected to the other person.
23. Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.
Her least favorite thing is scheduling. She likes things to be spontaneous, but she’s busy and she’s often drawn to busy people, so there ends up being more planning and less surprises.
24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to
Sultry beat, sensual vocals, spicy lyrics that are poetic and direct simultaneously. She’d be so into it!
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Would like to give a big thank you to @elliotly and @pyrotechnicarus for making Adamandi and TAOPP.
Context, first time I watched the two shows I was struggling to figure out college and my future. I’d always wanted to go into performing arts, make plays, musicals, movies, tv shows, what have you. But I was super unsure if I even could, the theater environment I had around me growing up had the directors rejecting people from roles for not “being biologically male” or not “fitting the part” due to their skin tone. Shit like that was always super discouraging, and part of the reason I quit theater for two years.
Then one night I’m sitting in my sister’s apartment in Brooklyn, just scrolling tumblr after visiting her, and I find a joke comparing We Are The Tigers and Adamandi. I got curious and decided to check it out, clicked on the tags and looked the show up on YouTube. Then I went feral and binged Adamandi and The Art Of Pleasing Princes in one sitting instead of sleeping. I had the soundtracks on loop for weeks after, just completely not normal about it.
I’m Puerto Rican and trans masc, I never in a million years thought I’d get to see people like me make stuff like that. My high school theater director wouldn’t cast trans actors for anything but chorus members or as their agab, even if they had the voice for it and were on hrt, he said it “didn’t work”. All the main roles he gave out to white students because he thought it would “work better”. Then to just see stuff where the actors got to be openly queer, got to be poc, and we’re actively encouraged to show those part for the roles. It changed my perspective.
Big probs to @cynopter as Vincent and (they don’t have a tumblr blog to my knowledge so I’m just using the name on the cast list from the website) Miel Escamilla as Beatrix because fucking christ they were absolute delights to watch and are incredibly skilled. Asides from giving me an unholy amount of gender envy, it was also amazing to see two people who are poc and engage in gender fuckery get on stage and destroy god with their performances. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a trans actor, let alone two gnc poc actors, be allowed to be leads in a show and have their backgrounds be part of the characters.
If I hadn’t stumbled across Adamandi and TAOPP when I did I’d probably be going to trade school to become some flavor of electrician, plumber, or house painter like the rest of my family. It genuinely changed the course of my life, and I cannot thank the people who made it and participated in it enough for doing what they do and putting their hearts and souls into it. Now I’m going to one of my local colleges for two years, have a plan to head to a nearby performing arts school after that’s done, and am going to be the person who creates art for other people to see. Forgive the vagueness of where, I’m attempting to keep where I live hard to find, just know I live in New York so do have access to colleges with these sort of programs.
I have a long way to go, quitting theater and performing in general for multiple years due to various reasons did set me back a chunk, but I do have hope for the future. I’m currently working on a short film with a few of my friends, hopefully will have that out before the summer ends, and I’m also working on drafts of a play I want to make, but that’s a far way off and just a general idea right now.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for doing what you do. Managed to change the mind and life of one person with it, and I cannot put into words the good it has done, even if it’s just for me.
Thanks for the killer music and stories,
-Teo
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i just kinda find it funny that people would think that mike actually had no crush on el but only thought that he did, but then completely miss that the same logic applies to his monologue in this case when mike is giving that monologue while believing in the words he says even if they are not exactly the truth, he believes it which means he didn't lie.... like... it is basically the same logic as you said, LOL.
also, it's just very hilarious that many people will just dig under the narrative to find minuscule details and parallels, but they completely miss the way mike and his situation are paralleled to other media and situations that the duffers took inspo from. based on the many inspo they used, it basically shows that mike is oblivious and clueless rather than hiding himself.... he is literally paralleled to clueless/oblivious characters from other media. laurie, beverly, the character from the movie ''clueless'', c'mon... there's even more. his situation is not that he is lying or hiding himself to hide his secret gay thoughts. he just is clueless. that does not make his situation ''less interesting'' either... because being clueless is a very common romantic trope that is used in fiction. and it particularly exists in love triangles as well, esp if the person in the love triangle is in the middle of this love triangle, they are portrayed as either 'oblivious' or clueless about their own real feelings and are portrayed as being oblivious to other person's feelings towards them. (1)
honestly at the end of the day, it is a very common romantic trope and i just wish ppl would realize that when they're blaming us just because we are saying that mike believed what he said in his monologue and he wasn't lying... we cannot just claim and point out to certain romantic parallels that exist in this love triangle, but completely disregard the other obvious parallels between, such as mike being paralleled to laurie (esp the whole monologue thing), mike being paralleled to beverly or mike being paralleled to the character from clueless... etc. it would be disingenuous to ignore these, and it would be just selective-picking some scenes and parallels while ignoring the obvious ones. the duffers arent ''lying'' guys, they and finn are being truthful when they say that mike is oblivious.... because that's what the narrative portrays in addition to the parallels and inspo they used. (2)
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oh yeah I think the narrative is going there, I mean I don't find it funny really... I just don't understand??? like when people make angry posts saying "omg how can you think he isn't lying because xy... are you stupid?!?!"
like, the concept is not difficult even if you disagree, I understand when people say Mike believed he had a crush on El but he didn't really, it's clear... I just personally don't agree🤔
I definitely don't mind that people look for minuscole stuff in the show because I do the same for fun but, like you said, I don't understand ignoring part of the stuff we have
I personally can't do it because if I start to think the Miele parallels are not romantic and the Miele framing doesn't matter... I can't think at the same time that the byler ones are...
plus I don't get why the writers would do something like this, it would just be super confusing for the non bylers viewers at this point especially with the monologue involved and it would give so many contrasting feelings about the narrative instead of closing it in an elegant way focusing on the really important thing that is the love between all of these characters :/
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🖊 + Cadoc!!
YAS THANK YOU!!!! So here are some fun facts
Some general Stuff about our boi MAN
Cadoc is the oldest of the Arinori siblings
His name is Welsh and means "cad"= "battle, fight".
Cadoc is a very mysterious man. He never talks much and when he does, he surely doesn't talk about stuff he did
Our boy doesn't feel anything for anyone and if I see he doesn't feel something, I mean it
He is how he
However when it comes to his siblings, he does get some protective thoughts
Feelings he never knew and he can't sort into the right place
Normally you shouldn't have a fav sibling as a big brother, but Cadoc does
And that is Ayane
She has something that reminds him of himself and he wants to protect her and all cost
Also Cadoc was the first who knew about Maul because Ayane went straight to her big brother when she heard a unfamiliar voice in her head
Also Ayane is the one that really cares about him
When Cadoc returned with a wound that was straight across is face, she was the first to ran into him with a worried face
After he told her it was himself who did that, she just hit him and got angry
Inspiration from other characters and Design
Cadoc is based of two other men
Squall Leonhard from Final Fantasy 8 (gif below)
Hei from Darker than Black (gif below)
I have a weakness for men like these 👀
Cadoc look is very diffrent to the other siblings
He hasn't the usual ravenblack hair and blue eyes
He is the only one who has green eyes and his hair is just black with two white strains in front (here we have him in his glory from @eyecandyeoz 💙)
So Cadoc is the only one in the family who has something from their Mother, Madea
Background
So I have written a little background story for him which you can find here
His actions are not clear and no one know what is going through his mind
His father Gwydion sends him away after Ayane suffered the Pain from Maul as he got his tattoos
Cadoc meet Ayane soon in the storyline of Fly me to the Moon!
One thing that might be interesting, Cadoc will be 100% be loyal to Maul! Not just because of his sister, but he believes in Maul and the things he do
That's all I say becouse of spoilers ❤
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Tagging some of you
@eloquentmoon @eyecandyeoz @justalittletomato @by-the-primes @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @gran-maul-seizure @storm89
#star wars#star wars oc#fly me to the moon#star wars au#cadoc arinori#fly me to the moon facts#this got longer then expected
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🐇, 🪲, & 📚 (but nothing personal of course!) For the ask questions!!!!!!!!!!
Hope these are okay!! 🫂💗
🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?
--100% I prefer writing original characters! Self inserts just aren't for me, but I respect the hell out of them!
📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?
--I NEVER WANT TO LIVE MORE THAN WHEN THE SUN IS OUT AND I CAN FEEL HER WARMTH ON MY FACE. I WILL LIVE AS LONG AS I AM PROMISED A TASTE OF THE SUN.
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here.
--ohmygod I'm so embarrassed /).(\ I didn't realize this was the last thing I was working on but ahhhh please don't make fun of me y'all. But this show will forever and ever be my comfort and I was going through a rough patch and just wanted to comfort myself. I included a weebit of context but not a ton /).(\ italicized is the new stuff.
Miel nodded her head, unsure of what to say. She has always tried to be understanding of club stuff. She knows she can’t have EZ without it. It’s not easy. Sometimes, she wishes she could just beg him to leave it all behind, but she knows she can’t. There’s nothing she can do, so she embraces it. Some of the other women attached to the club see it her way, and some don't. Miel knows it's hard enough for EZ to balance this lifestyle on his own. He doesn't need her, making him feel even more guilty.
“You will EZ. The kids are still young. There's plenty of time for you to be their dad.” Miel reached over and set her hand on EZ's. They both looked at each other for a few moments before he flashed her, his world class smile.
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Right back at you, Flora, #2, #8, #14, #19, #23 (fave art you've done of this character).
I expected this lmao
2: There's something incredible about Flora more or less commanding the forest itself to heal her and strengthen her in 6x18, it's one of the few times the claim of her being second to Bloom in magic power is close to being real. That and her being so proactive in the battle itself, it's easily one of Flora's best moments.
8: There's SOMETHING about fanon's insistence of Flora being The Mom Friend To Ever Mom Friend that just rubs me the wrong way, especially if I consider some Latin American stereotypes, but also it's because in canon she's not. really like that with the Winx? She's only ever like that with Miele and Miele fucking hates it, with the Winx she's more about cutting their shit out than what a Mom Friend tends to do.
14: okay so despite being a literal artist I actually know like no fucking aesthetic terms outside of the various Harajuku styles because #weeb, but Flora is all about the tropical looks - nature patterns, airy dresses and skirts, open-toed shoes. NO IDEA IF THAT HAS A NAME LOL.
23: I had to go look because surprising no one outside of the AU stuff I don't tend to draw her, but it's probably her Mythix redesign. I just love the braid.
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@siobhanhawthorne (hi, it's been a while! How is life? Do you still work at the same place?) tagged me, so...
name: pseudo is Sergei, I also use AL these days
pronouns: they/them (iel en français, avec les accords au neutre)
where do you call home: well I live in France, let's go with that. "Home" is... a place yet to come, let's say?
favorite animal: yeah I'm crap at making choices, so have a selection! Wolves whales and snakes, horses and cats and crows
cereal of choice: homemade granola, or when I can find it honey buckwheat cereal (sarrasin soufflé au miel, c'est trop bon les gens). I used to looove a brand cereal when I lived in Canada, I think it was honey nut cheerios or something? But they're apparently not available in france, so.
visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: I had to look this one up, still not 100% sure what's kinesthetic learning? I learn best by doing and redoing, or by writing down stuff.
first pet: first family pet was a black and white cat called Plume ("feather")
favorite scent: the scent of a forest
do you believe in astrology: not really, but then I don't believe in much in terms of spirituality
how many playlists on spotify/apple music: I don't use any of these (I tend to buy CDs instead), on youtube I have like 15 playlists (and good addblockers)
sharpies or highlighters: neither? sometimes posca, but that's mostly to draw on skin (look it up first please, I have no clue if it's actually skin safe, I've just been doing it on myself for a while is all)
songs that make you cry: Cannelle by Kalune, One more light by Linkin Park, T'es beau by Pauline Croze, La Corde by VII
songs that make you happy: Uh, that's harder. I'll go with Keep Walking by Holokid for the joyful fuck you to transphobes, Permanent holiday by Mike Love for the hopeful light feeling, Run by Hozier because I rarely hear it and I love trying to sing it (it's so hard!), Famous last words by My Chemical Romance for the memories
do you write/draw/create: I craft, mostly. Weaving, basket making, and some sewing/crochet/embroidery.
If you feel like it, @trademarkhubris, @lumeha, @Imaed (why is it that I still can't tag you Belle?)
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Twst questions made by @seajellyx
Im answering in a separate post cause it was becoming a very long thread and it hurts my small brain
@ryuuryuuhoney thx for the @ !
(By the way, honey= miel in french )
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Would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human?
I would be a human cause I’m a basic bitch
Would you be at rsa or nrc?
Realistically, RSA since Im a goody two-shoes. Maybe NRC my way of association, like Kalim and Silver.
What dorm would you belong to?
Diasomnia for the vibe. Its calm, it’s dark. Im a lil creature of the night. Also, they’re very loyal to eachother.
Maybe Octavinelle because sea creatures are my jam and I would just pass my free time looking at the aquarium. Also, I would actually try to represent the spirit of benevolence and would do it better than the entirety of the dorm.
What character(s) would you be best friends with?
Grim cause cat.
Na for real, I guess Jade cause we can gush about our special interests together. I can also keep up with his bullshit.
Maybe Idia but like; best friends that talk absolute shit to eachother.
What character(s) would you hate?
Hate is a strong word so none. Most characters would probably just piss me off at first lmao. I don’t like it when people only work for their own agenda. (RIP the whole school)
What character(s) would you date?
Huuuuum the whole octatrio polyam im so thirsty for them fish boys they are so cute and beautiful im down bad plz floyd squeeze me i crave physical touch
Trey would be a very nice boyfriend, have you seen his arms? :) so much potential
What would floyd's nickname be for you?
Shrimpy fits very well since I’m extra smol irl. Also my hands kinda just * limp wrist* all the time so they look like lil claws.
and rook's?
As a native french speaker, I would call his bullshit french out before he can find one.
What twst character(s) are you most like?(personality-wise)
I guess the closest would be Idia, but not really. I have the internal ADHD of Floyd, some weird obsessions like Jade (autism), the crippling anxiety of Idia and the positive aura of Kalim.
Which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?
Anything that has to do with science, im a fucking nerd. I would be so excited for the potionology class since I’ve played so many alchemist games as a child. Its literally a dream of mine to make potions. Also, anything with art.
What club would you join?
The Mountain lover club 100%. Ive spent so many summers as a child hiking I love it. I would probably go hang out with the pop music club from time to time tho.
How do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?
Tbh I have no sense of self preservation so I would need a lot of luck ( which I don’t have). I would probably die 🤷 ✨
[optional!] What would your unique magic be?
If I had magic, I would like to have something with healing (That would prevent me from dying lmao). Maybe some plant stuff.
There we go (me👇)
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hi abram
just popping in to say i hope you're doing alright and that life is being kind to you right now and that anything giving you stress is only temporary.
sending positive vibes (if you want to pass those vibes on to others please do)
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hi miels 😭💕
Thank you dearest!!! life has been kinda stressful bc of stuff happening at work but it's been okay so things considered :]
I've decided to see the new puss in boots movie this weekend bc it's the last week it'll be in theater ahah I may end up going to another state for it since the theaters in my state are gonna stop showing during the week and I can't go bc of work lmao but I'm looking forward to it!!!
I send you back some good vibes as well, in gonna share some later too <33
#aaaaaaaaaaaa#also i day another state but that's a bit dramatic bc i love near the border of the states gkajkckJx#so its not THAT hard for me to go to another state#but the theater is still 48min drive#but again.... so it's my mom's house so#ANYWAY#that was just my 'here is a good thing happening'#i will probably be going alone rip but it'll be my first time going to a theater alone!#askers#allthefakepeople#shh ac
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Lost and Found
another little angsty one but more hurt/comfort. references the end events of FFXV
It probably would have been easier to find it if the skies weren’t still so dark.
Prompto blamed himself, which wasn’t new, but he was able to justify it this time. If he’d taken care of his stuff in years intervening, if he’d taken more pictures after that last one, if he saved to the camera’s memory, if he hadn’t decided right then and there that he had to have another picture of Miel lying fast asleep, arms either side of her head like they were when he pinned them to the mattress and with the moonlight in her hair (down for the first time in what must have been a month, other than when she washed it), if he hadn’t done any of that, he would still have it.
But there was a part of him still screaming if he let it: Miel would be gone someday. She would be taken from him by Death or by departure– removing herself from his presence– but either way, she’d be gone and he’d be alone again. Sometimes he dreamed about it– she took his key and threw all his stuff into the hall, and while there was no one else in the building to see the spectacle, he still felt ashamed for having disappointed her. Those nights he woke up crying, and if he was lucky, Miel heard him and woke up and held him until he could breathe again. Those nights, he felt that the day she left him, it would probably be by choice of neither of them.
He dreamt about that, sometimes, too. She’d be run through and bleeding out in his arms, or one night the parasite would take hold and she’d wake up one day soon after horned and dripping black goop from her eye and sobbing, ‘Prompto, I’m sorry.’
He kept those dreams in, even if he did cry hard enough that Miel woke up. He just told her to go back to sleep, and she did. She would move a little closer to him sometimes, thread her hand under or into the crook of his elbow, but it didn’t change much.
He would be alone.
And now he’d gone and lost the last vestiges of the last time he hadn’t felt alone, all because he wanted another photograph of Miel. What a sick trade-off.
It was four AM. Miel would be up in two hours and she was good at finding things, but he couldn’t wait two hours; he needed it now, if only so he felt more secure.
So he slipped from bed, trying to be quiet at first.
He looked around the bed, around where he’d popped the SD card out of his camera. Or where he thought he did. He looked where he kept the camera when it wasn’t by his side of the bed– even though it was normally by the bed, because he looked at his pictures, of the life gone by that they demonstrated, until he fell asleep.
He started getting more frantic, looking in drawers and on other shelves, and just… making a mess. He knew Miel was going to be upset. She’d clean it up and rub his back and tell him it was all okay, but she was going to be upset. But he needed those pictures, they were pictures of Noctis, and he missed Noctis.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been looking when he started letting tears slip. Were they sorrowful? Frustrated? Lonely? He was, after all, functionally by himself in the apartment at the moment. And he wanted to look at Noctis. Or at least the pictures.
He’d always known he’d loved Noctis, maybe not in the way some tabloid magazines wanted to present it, but he felt so much for Noct that it filled his heart when nothing else had.
Those photos were all he had at the moment, and he couldn’t just lose them so carelessly.
Miel was important, Miel was there, Miel had been there for years, never giving up hope in Prompto one day loving her back, even when he seemed set on Noct.
So of course he wanted pictures of her, too. But he could have put it on the SD card and saved himself the trouble.
He was so stupid. As he thought it, the first sob racked his body. And then another. He wasn’t even getting anything done at this point, just knelt on the floor sobbing over a piece of plastic that held his most precious memories.
“I don’t want to be alone,” he whimpered into the dusty air of the apartment. Gods, Miel was going to be so mad; he’d stirred up so much dust and made such a mess of her living space.
But it was then a soft voice called out.
“Prompto? Prompto, where are you– oh, gods.”
He looked up at her listlessly. “Hi, Miel.”
“Prompto, what happened?”
“I lost my SD card. It had all my photos of Noct.”
“Oh.”
“I need it back. I need it.”
“I know.” She said. “I’m going to help you find it. But first, I need to put all this stuff away.”
Quickly, more quickly than he’d ripped them out, he noticed, Miel put things away in their places– batteries, hair ties, screwdrivers, a magnet, scissors, all of it in the junk drawer. Folders of papers back on the shelf. Prompto’s photo albums, too. Well, Miel handed him one, from when they were kids– like, when they were seven years old kids. But it was Noctis, just like Prompto wanted. Precious memories.
He sniffled again, and Miel looked down at him.
“Gods, Prom,” she breathed. It wasn’t even a sigh, and not an admonition. Just an intercession. She was calling out to the gods to ease his suffering, even if she didn’t realize her intent.
He mumbled an apology and went back to the photo album, his elbows on his knees.
Miel drifted from the room after a few moments, and he heard things shifting. The billow of bedding, a quiet clatter. A pop as Miel sank to her knees. She hummed contemplatively, and made a sound of disappointment.
“Oh!” she called out at once. “Prompto, I’ve got it!”
“Really?” He wiped his eyes and sniffled again.
“Yeah! Or at least, I think so.”
He padded his way over to her, and she handed him the SD card gently, resting it on his fingers. He slipped it into his camera and turned it on.
He fiddled with the buttons for a moment, then– there he was, raven-haired and laughing for once.
Oh, thank the gods. Thank Miel. Just… gratitude for everyone.
He sank down onto the bed again, flicking through the photos. Miel pointed next to him and raised her eyebrows, asking a silent question.
He looked up at her and nodded once, lifting his hand off the mattress so she could sit next to him.
“Can we…” She began. He looked over at her. “Can we go through them, one by one, and you can tell all about the story behind each picture?”
He nodded. “Yeah. That’d be good,” he said, hoarse from crying. He flipped to earlier in the album, earlier in the record of the trip.
“Wait!” she cried suddenly.
He stopped flipping through the photos. “What?”
“Delph,” Miel said softly, her fingers coming to the camera screen and her voice breaking.
“You miss her?” Prompto asked.
“So much. More than I think I’d realized until now,” she replied, grabbing the blanket they slept under and pulling it around herself, as if for protection. “I miss Delph, Prompto.”
“I know. I miss her, too. Probably not as much or the same as you do.”
“Same with me and Noct,” she replied quietly. “You can keep going now.”
By the time they reached the end of the album, the last picture he had of Noctis, Miel’s six AM alarm had gone off a long time ago. But still, the both of them calmed, they chose then as the perfect time to fall asleep.
They slept in a tangle, missing people, but not alone.
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