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serpentandlily · 8 months

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Untouchable - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand's Sister! Reader ✨

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court's spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he'd eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on-with Elain, your brother's mate's middle sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that - more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part I

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Your heart was twisting in your chest, a sick feeling curling in the pit of your stomach, as you hurried down the dimly lit hallways of the River House. You held a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to break loose and the bile that stung the back of your throat. You could do it, you could hold it in. At least until you got back to your room. And then you’d be free to cry and cry and cry as much as you wanted to.

You had spent years trying to bury your feelings for the shadowsinger. What had started out as a harmless crush on your older brother’s friend when you were just a girl had blossomed into true, real feelings since you had come of age. But despite your best efforts, Azriel still never seemed to notice you. Not like that anyways.

Him and Cassian had adored you the moment you had entered their life as just a babe and the sister of their best friend. You had been born during a time of peace, decades after the war. The three of them had been nearing two-hundred. They had watched you grow into the female you were today. Had been there through your toughest years after watching your mother brutally murdered in front of you at the age of thirteen, barely saved before your own life was taken.

It was a good thing Rhys had become High Lord before the time you reached eighteen or your father would’ve had you married off, no doubt for some political alliance. You had hoped your brother would’ve given you a role in his court once you were of age but after almost losing you, he had become increasingly protective.

So instead of being sent on missions, or used as an emissary, you spent most of your time volunteering in Velaris—helping to build the sanctuary into what it was today. You had eventually stopped arguing with your brother to loosen up his hold on you when he had broken down crying in front of you simply at the thought of you never returning if he was to send you out in the world.

And how could you complain when Velaris had been your cage? So you learned to play your role, for him, for your brother. The pretty little sister of the High Lord. Never known for anything but your beauty. The beauty that had males sending your father marriage propositions since the age of ten.

But there had only ever been one person you wished would see you that way. And he never had. You had to watch him pine after your own cousin for centuries. Never once looking your way. You feared he’d only ever see you as that little girl—the one who used to climb all over them at the cabin, the one who had the three males wrapped around her finger since she had been born.

Only ever just a girl in his eyes.

And you had made peace with that, as much as it hurt to be looked over by the one person you wanted the most. It still bothered you to watch his eyes track Mor all the time, to stare at her in a way he would never look at you. You had made peace with that…until tonight.

You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you hadn’t seen the shift in him when he started looking after the middle Archeron sister. You had once believed he only had eyes for Mor, and it had brought you some solace in knowing that might be the only reason he had never looked your way.

But then Elain showed up and those affections shifted from Mor to her. Suddenly he was always with her, spending hours in the gardens with Elain. Staring at her the way he would stare at Mor. Your heart had started crumbling all over again with the realization that he could move on from Mor, could fall for someone other than her—and it hadn’t been you.

You had left your bed chambers tonight to fetch a glass of water from the kitchens but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you would’ve walked in on. You had smelt them before you opened the doors. Azriel’s cedar and night-chilled mist and Elain’s sweet jasmine and honey.

You should’ve left then but something had compelled you to open the kitchen doors just a hair.

And there they were. Elain seated on the counter, Azriel between her legs. Her skirt has been pushed up to her thighs, his hands tangled in her hair, as they kissed like two starved animals.

You were lucky you had spent years learning how to keep a strong mask like your brother, for it allowed you to slip away without them ever noticing you.

You finally made it to your room, shutting the door and locking it behind you. You were grateful for the sound wards you had put up because the minute you stepped over that threshold you collapsed into a heap on the floor as heart-wrenching sobs erupted from your lips.

It felt like you had been stabbed in the heart with a million knives, like someone had gutted you and twisted your insides. It hurt so much to think that Azriel would never want you the way you wanted him. He didn’t want you. He didn’t crave your presence the way you did his. He didn’t want to touch you the way you wanted to touch him. He just didn’t want you.

And he never would.

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“Send me somewhere,” you said, pressing your palms onto your brother’s desk as you stared at him right in the eyes—the eyes you shared. “Anywhere, I don’t care. Just send me somewhere.”

Rhys frowned, his eyebrows pinching together. “What has gotten into you? Did something happen?”

You let out a sigh, collapsing in one of the armchairs. You couldn’t tell him the real reason you wanted to leave. It was embarrassing. “Nothing happened. I’m just…tired of being cooped up here. Please, Rhys. It doesn’t even have to be far—just please.”

“Where is this coming from, y/n? You haven’t asked this in years. I thought you were happy here.”

“I am happy here. But I want to see the world, Rhys. And we’re finally in a time of peace. So let me, please.”

Rhys’s eyes narrowed, taking in your appearance. The slightly swollen eyes, the dark circles, the haphazard way you had braided your hair this morning. “Did…did someone hurt you? Did someone do something to you?”

“What? No!” A lie of course. But what could you say? Azriel had hurt you but it wasn’t like it was his fault. It wasn’t like he owed you anything.

“You know you can always talk to me about anything. Right, dove?” The use of his nickname for you nearly caused the tears you were fighting back to escape.

“Of course, Rhys. But I promise you. No one did anything to me. Please. The war is finally over and I think I’ve spent enough of my life here. I want to see what the rest of the world has to offer.”

Rhys’s head fell in his hands. “I-I don’t think I can let you go, dove. I’m sorry but I can’t bear it…I can’t bear not having you here where I can protect you.”

“It’s not fair!” You shouted, standing up. “I’m not a child anymore—I’m nearly three hundred years old for Gods sake! I’m suffocating here, Rhysie. Please.”

“Rhys,” Feyre said softly, placing a tattooed hand on her mate’s shoulder. “Perhaps it is time you let y/n make her own choices. You promised me you’d always give me a choice—would always let me decide what to do with my life. Why can’t that apply to your sister?”

You shot her a grateful look, hoping she would make him see reason. Rhys stayed silent and you knew he had been struck by her words. “I can go to Mor, on the continent. Then you don’t have to worry about me being alone. I can help her try to form alliances there.”

Still he said nothing but judging by Feyre’s narrowed eyes, you could tell they were having an argument mentally. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress, wishing that he would listen to his mate about this. If anyone could talk Rhys into something, it was her.

It felt like an eternity went by before your brother finally looked up at you. His eyes were full of sadness and guilt and you knew in that moment, you had won.

“Fine, fine. But you will go to Mor in Vallahan and stay with her the whole time. You will listen to her at all times and never go anywhere alone. And you will write me twice a week,” Rhys growled. “And I swear, y/n, if you even miss one letter, I will come get you myself. Those are my rules—take it or leave it.”

A genuine smile bloomed on your face as you jumped to your feet and ran around the desk to embrace your brother in your arms. “Thank you, Rhys! Thank you! I promise I’ll do as you say. I promise.”

He held you tightly as if he never wanted to let go and you peered at Feyre from over his shoulders to mouth her a small ‘thank you’.

This was it. You’d finally be able to leave this city after three hundred years. Finally see the world! And most importantly: be far, far away from the shadowsinger that had won your heart but fallen for another.

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Three months went by in the blink of an eye. You had spent the entire time traveling with Mor from Vallahan to Montesere, where you two had just settled down when Rhys had contacted you both, asking for your return home. Apparently he had big news to share but he wanted to do it in person. So now you were packing up your things, getting ready to return back to Velaris for the first time since you had left.

It had been annoying how much you thought of Azriel still. But it was getting easier to ignore the longer you were away. You hoped those feelings would eventually disappear entirely—but every time you thought of moving on, something in your chest would ache and ache.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t taken lovers in your time here. It had always been hard to find males to mess around with in Velaris considering they all knew who your brother was. The last thing they wanted was for Rhys to come looking for them after sleeping with you. So you’d only taken a few lovers here and there throughout the years.

But on the continent, no one knew who you were. Had no idea that you were the younger sister of one of Prythian’s High Lords. And Mor had been sure to teach you all the ways to have someone wrapped around your finger. You had never felt so confident in yourself as you did now. Finally becoming the female you wanted to be without your brother or the two other bats watching you over your shoulder. It was exhilarating.

But the thought of returning home had dampened some of your newfound joy. You were worried about slipping into your old role—being that sweet, pretty, little accessory they all expected you to be.

You wouldn’t allow that. You couldn’t. Not after having a taste of what it could be like if you became the female you always dreamed you’d be. Someone who knew she was desired for more than just her looks. Someone interesting. Someone smart and witty. Someone brave. You tried to ignore the part of you that hoped Azriel might see those things in you now.

“Are you ready to go, y/n?” Mor asked, leaning against the doorframe of your room.

You took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror. You were wearing a dress that was typical of what they wore here in Montesere. If you could even call it a dress. It was white, the bodice dipping into a v-shape and clinging to your body with gold embellishments and blue gems decorating it. It had long sleeves that connected to a hood, stitched in glimmering gold. It cut off right under your breasts, exposing your toned stomach until just slightly passed your belly button.

The skirt was held up by two thin gold straps that criss-crossed over the sides of your hips to connect it to the top part of the dress. The skirt itself traveled to the floor and had two long slits on either side to show off your legs. The white color complimented your tanned skin and the kohl you had lined your eyes with made the violet color of your eyes glimmer even brighter.

You had left your hair down in soft curls, only pinning back two strands on either side of your face with some gold pins. More than happy with the way you looked, you turned back to Mor with a grin.

“I’m ready to go home.”

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 1 year

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MINE - J.M

Warnings: romance, mentions of dead kids

Pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: you had known Joel for years and never would have guessed that a nice older man living in the middle of nowhere would bring you two together

Wordcount: 2.6k

and I've done everything I know to try and make you mine and I think I'm gonna love you for a long, long time

You couldn’t believe your eyes as you sat in the garden of Bill and Franks home. You and Tess had been playing with the radio to try and find a signal when you met a kind man named Frank who had offered for them to come round and work together.

Tess wanted to come but she twisted her ankle the any before and they decided it wold be dangerous to take her, just in case something went wrong and they couldn’t get out fast enough.

Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine sitting in the garden, a glass of red wine in your hand. You hadnt seen a house like this in the last 7 years ever since you entered the QZ on that fateful day.

As you looked at Joel, a smile on your face, you couldn’t imagine what your lives would’ve been like if the world would never had ended. You had known each other before then. You were 8 years younger than him and Sarahs babysitter, on that Friday night the world ended, you had been babysitting her whilst Joel was out to pick up Tommy from the station.

“This really is just amazing,” you said, unable to wipe your smile off of your face.

Frank smiled at you, nodding with the same sentiment - he had missed being able to talk to other people - before noticing that Bill was holding onto the gun in his hand, knuckles white.

“Can you not please,” frank said, almost reprimanding his partner for doing that. With a reluctant sigh, bill placed the gun on the table, keeping it pointed at Joel.

“I’m the same way,” Joel said and you nodded in agreement. He had always been the paranoid one in your relationship, or whatever the two of you had. You were always the light, trying to keep his spirit up and his soul intact.

“Oh, you’re a paranoid schizophrenic too?” Frank questioned in an almost sarcastic tone.

Bills brow furrowed as he looked at his partner and then back at Joel, “I’m not schizophrenic,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well can i just say how nice this is, to have a civilised meal,” You said, and Joel looked over at you, seeing the smile on your face, “Next time, we are going to have to bring Tess up here, she loves red wine,”

He had never seen you so happy and at peace, even though you were the happier one out of the three of you, and there was something about it that just made him want to smile too after all these years.

“I’m so sorry she couldn’t make it this time,” Frank said and you nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah, its just been so long since I’ve been to such a beautiful place. I Just want to say thank you, so much, even if we don’t end up working together,” you explained and Frank nodded, pouring you another glass of wine.

“We are working together,” he said raising his glass. You raised yours as well, clinking your glasses together.

You tried not to think too much about business because you wanted to savour the moment of normality. As your hand rested on the table, Joels rested just slightly next to it, the skin on your hands touching. For a second, you wondered if nothing would have happened between you if the world never would have ended.

Despite the way he held you in the night when you were both lonely, you never kissed, never allowed yourselves that level of intimacy. But despite your arrangement to never fall in love, you had fallen head over heels with the man next to you, an emotionally unavailable man who was ready to fight the world to protect you.

“You know what, lets go inside, Ive been dying to show you something,” Frank said, standing up and breaking the silence.

You placed your wine glass down, standing up, “And I’ve been dying to go inside,” you said, turning back to place your hand on Joels shoulder, “Play nice Texas,”

Bills brows furrowed even further than they currently were, if that was possible, as he watched Frank lead you inside, "Not inside! Frank!" He called out, sighing when you two faded into the distance.

"I understand, if my-” Joel started to say his voice trailing off as he tried to find a word that described you, his friend, his lover, “-If mine brought strangers into this situation, I'd be mad too. We're just decent people trying to get by,"

That made him think about his relationship with you. Sure, he had fallen for you during your rendezvous’ but he knew that you would never go for a man like him. An older man who was broken and couldn’t formulate his emotions, you had so much life ahead of you and he couldn’t ruin that.

Bill scoffed at his sentiment, "Aren't I the lucky one?” He said sarcastically, clearly not interested in the alliance between the four of them plus Tess.

"We can help each other, there's things in the QZ you don't have, books, medicine, machine parts," he said, shaking his head as he looked at the gun Bill still had his fist around,“So why don’t you get that gun out of my face?”

Bill reluctantly clicked the gun onto safety before placing it in a holster on his thigh, his hands coming back onto the table. There was silence for a little while, neither men not knowing what to do without their partners to buff the conversation.

“So what, you were a prepped or something,” Joel questioned

“A survivalist,” Bill clarified before goingback to theor conversation, “Maybe you’re decent people but we are self sufficient here, I don’t need you or your fiend complicating our lives,”

Joel looked over at the fence that separates the small town from tthe rest of the rotting world, “That fence has a year on it tops, galvanised wires already starting to corrode. I can get you enough spools to last you the rest of your life, lives,” he explained.

Inside, you had finished your tour of the house when you landed in the living room, your hand brushing over a cabinets as you looked at the glasses and china plates inside.

"So, How'd you two meet?" You asked and Frank explained how he fell into one of bills traps and the man took mercy on him, the two of them proceeding to live together and fall in love.

"What about you two?" Frank questioned. He had noticed the intimate relationship between the two adults the moment they got into the fence, the way Joel's hand would rest on her back and the other would rest on the gun as if he was always trying to protect her

"Before it all happened," you explained, turning to look at him, "Always the gentleman, always the protector,"

“How long have you been together?” Frank questioned.

Your head whipped around and you snorted in disbelief, “Me and Joel? God, he doesn’t like me back,” you said, your smile fading at the last sentence.

Now it was franks turn to laugh in disbelief at your statement, “That man is in love with you, completely and utterly in love,” he explained, watching your brows crease together in shock, “Its the small things, he pulled your chair out for you, tucked your hair behind your ears. Darling, its just the way he looks at you,”

Your eyes were wide as you came to the realisation that he might have feelings for you, feelings that he hadn't even realised yet.

“Okay, maybe,” you said, shaking your head as you tried to ignore the revelation, “Is this your piano?”

You sat down at the bench and flicked through the book already resting on top, your fingers playing the tune. You remembered growing up with the piano in your small home, you remembered playing the piano to Sarah and teaching her during your sessions.

You heard a call of your name and turned to see Joel standing at the door frame, “We should go now darlin’” he said and your heart fluttered at the nickname. You didnt fail to notice the teary look in your eyes as he heard you singing to yourself and playing the piano, it was almost like nothing had ever changed, like you were still 27 and trying to teach a 12 year old how to play piano.

You looked back at Frank and the man smiled, noticing how you finally realised that Joel reciprocated your feelings to some level.

You stood up, tucking the chair in and walking over to Joel. The two of you walked towards the gate, Frank talking to him about something that you werent really focusing on.

“One last thing,” Frank said, pulling out something from his pocket. It was paint and a paintbrush, “You mentioned you like art over the radio,”

"Are you sure about this?” You asked, your eyes wide as you looked at it. He placed it in your hands. It was only small, four or five colours but it was enough to start off with.

“Yeah, you can come back and trade, and bring your friend Tess, I'm sorry she couldn't come,” he said and you nodded.

You looked over at Joel, seeing a hint of a smile pulling at his lips and you knew he had something to do with this. He also couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your wide grin over something so mundane as paints.

“I have this idea, we can use codes fo the radios, you know, in case anyone is listening,” he said and you nodded your head the two of you walking over to the gate whilst you put the paint in your bag.

"Sounds awesome. Thanks for letting us come stay, it means a lot," you said, your voice fading into the distance.

Joel and Bill stood at a distance, both men still unsure how to talk to one another.

“FEDRA will never come up here, you’re well protected from stray infected but soon you will have aides, they’ll come at night, quiet and armed,” he explained, trying to help the man.

He knew that if he was living here with you, then he would be the same way. He wouldn’t let anyone give him advice on how to save the person that he loved or how to protect them the best.

"We'll be fine," Bill said, still stoic. He knew that one day they would need help but right now, he was too stubborn to admit that to the man he had just met.

You turned to look at the men, Joel walking over, "Thank you Bill, Frank,” you said, as smile on your face.

Bill gave you an attempt at a smile from where he stood in the distance and you nodded. You placed your hand on Joel’s shoulder and he looked down at you, a smile on your face as Frank opened the gate.

“See you soon Frank,” you said as the gate closed behind you, the two of you beginning the walk away.

As the two of you walked in your normal comfortable silence, you thought back to what Frank had said earlier about Joel loving you and as you looked up at this man who had been burnt and broken by every person he had ever loved before, you didn’t know what he was actually feeling.

“I was talking to Frank about you,” you said, breaking the silence.

He looked down at you and you looked up at him, trying to figure out what to say. There was no simple way to ask the man you had known for the last 15 years if he ever loved you or if he just saw you as that 20 year old college student who had come to babysit Sarah as a child still.

“What’d he say?” Joel questioned and you shrugged your shoulders, heart pounding in your chest.

“Not much, just that-” you stopped speaking, unsure of how to phrase it, “-that you seemed like a good man,”

You cursed yourself for not taking the opportunity to tell him about how you felt towards him. There was an air of tension now between you, or at least you thought there was, you could have just been making that up.

“And uh, he said that he thought you loved me,” the words just blurted out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Joel froze where he was standing and you looked back at him. You’d never seen his face look like that before, a mix between shocked and horrified, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

“Do you love me Joel?” You questioned, tears welling up in your eyes. You had never made yourself so vulnerable in front of any man before, you had always been too scared, “Because if you don’t then that’s okay, I didn’t expect you to ever feel the same way,”

He listened to you ramble on, heartbeat in his ears muffling your words. He couldn’t believe that you felt the same way towards him, that you didnt just see him as the broken shell of a man who always tried to protect those he loved.

The silence from him told you everything you needed to know and you tried to keep the tears from spilling over your cheeks. You had just bared your soul to that man and he had nothing to say back to you.

“Its okay that you don’t love me Joel, I was stupid to ever th-” you started to say, a single tear escaping your waterline. He cut you off when you tried to walk away, his hadn grabbing onto your wrist

“Look at me,” he said and you opened your eyes and looked at Joel, at the man who meant the world to you. With his hand still holding your wrist, he stepped closer to you so your noses were almost touching, “You’re not stupid, you’re right. I just can't say it out loud,”

You nodded your head, leaning in so that your noses bumped together, “I love you Joel Miller,” you said and he nodded, leaning in and kissing you for the first time on the lips.

He was experienced and when you pulled away for air, you jumped right back in, hands coming up to cradle his face to keep him as close as possible. You didn't want to ever let go of him now.

When he pulled away, forehead resting on yours, his breath heavy, he looked down at you, “I love you too,” he said, his words quiet as if he was afraid to say them out loud, “You’re mine,”

You nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips again, “I’m yours,” you reassured before reaching down and grabbing his hand, “And you’re mine,”

You wanted to relish in the moment but the sun was already starting to set and you two wanted to make it to the checkmark before the sun set, “We've got to go, and maybe we can really consummate our relationship back in the QZ,”

He chuckled at your words, his face heating up at the insinuation. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, pulling your intertwined hands up to his lips, “You’d like that wouldn't you darling,” he joked

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taxkha · 1 year

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would LOVE to hear your klapollo fic recs!! Personally I love anything by cosmicpoet on A03

Oh I have a bunch of cosmicpoets fics in my bookmarks! but okay okay, here we go! And if my wishes could all come true by SeaMint

“‘Our son’ my ass. You’re getting way too into this,” Apollo grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Is this your dream? Do you dream of being divorced and paying alimony, Gavin?” Klavier doesn’t tell him that as far as dreams go, his is to live in a world where a relationship with Apollo, past tense or otherwise, is at all possible. Apollo doesn’t need specifics, or terrible confessions in vet clinics that show how badly Klavier wants to play pretend with him.

Or, Klavier, Apollo, and how cats bring people together in the most convoluted ways possible. Okay so. This one is my favourite Klapollo fanfiction, I literally left a big ass love confession in the comment section because I enjoyed it so much.

Lookin' for a boyfriend (I see that) by SeaMint Five times Apollo tells Klavier about his dates, and the one time Klavier finally gets him to stop. Love this one as well ahh ;_; if it's really me you seek by SeaMint

“Anyway,” Ema keeps going, fully ignoring his sarcasm in favor of staring at a neat corner where the walls meet the ceiling. “I asked if he wanted to go to your party together, but he said he wasn’t going.” “What?” Apollo suddenly finds it very hard to breathe. “Why?” “Hell if I know,” Ema says nonchalantly, but then she turns to him with a smirk. “See if you can figure it out: I believe he told me, and I quote—ahem—'Ach, I would, Fräulein, but I believe Herr Justice would be more comfortable without me there.’”

Or, when Apollo comes home from Khura'in only to learn that Prosecutor Gavin is avoiding him, the last thing he expected was for Gavin to offer to let Apollo stay at his house while he looks for a new apartment. Can you tell that I really like this author shjhsamd Hot for Justice by indirectkissesiniceland

After the events of State v. Misham, Klavier finds himself in a slump, stressed at the prosecutor's office and unable to pen new songs. To his surprise, he finds creative inspiration—and unexpected feelings—spending time with Apollo. Now if only he could release the new tracks without raising any suspicion as to whom his love songs are for. Do...I even need to say anything I think this one is one of the most well known fics, ive seen it in pretty much every fic rec post so far.

just finally say you love me by ahmackalak

“Backpacking through Europe?”

“Ja! I’ve wanted to go for ages – it’s been so long since I’ve been back home, I figure I might as well make it a whole journey.” Klavier’s smile is as easy and agreeable as always, but Apollo isn’t buying it.

Barcelona, Paris, Geneva, Rome, Vienna, Prague, Berlin, Copenhagen.

A trip to Europe with Klavier Gavin...this’ll be fine, right? I like this one a lot too, its very sweet and ahh. Pining. PINING. Stupid Cupid by KrisseyCrystal (IceCreAMS) In which Klavier botches his attempt to confess his feelings to Apollo, and somehow instead sends the entirely wrong message that he's already involved with someone else--a certain brooding and hawkish prosecutor, of all people. Cue the clown music. This is probably one of the funniest fics Ive ever read, I lost it at several instances. Monster Movie Monday by contritecactite

Klavier attends a bad movie marathon at the WAA, gets a boyfriend, and makes peace with Phoenix Wright. Somehow, the last part is the least awkward.

Set sometime post-DD but pre-SOJ. This one is very cute and wholesome, I love the idea of the wright agency kiddos hanging out with Klavier :") Need more of that. love at first sight (and other common misconceptions) by experimentaldragonfire

Klavier's always been certain that when he runs into the person he's going to fall in love with, he'll just know. Apollo believes the exact opposite--that you can't fall in love with someone without getting to know them first.

After a bit of convincing, Klavier's starting to see Apollo's point.

Just read everything by this author, one of my fave authors. 10/10 humor and writing :3c in effigy by experimentaldragonfire

Apollo discovers some scandalous Gavinners merchandise in Klavier's closet. Klavier, having no shame, decides that this is an excellent opportunity to have some fun with it.

or, The One With The Official Gavinners Dildos This ones nsfw which I don't have to mention considering the...summary 8"D morning revelations (to sleep beside you from now on) by experimentaldragonfire

It’s not until he sees Klavier beside him, golden hair strewn over the pillow like some sort of Renaissance heroine, that Apollo Justice realizes he’s in love.

Apollo wakes up next to Klavier and has to come to terms with his feelings for the prosecutor. It's very cute!! This Is What You Do At Sleepovers, Right? by grimsparkblue

“Let me guess,” Phoenix said, one of those lazy, evil smiles he had back when he wore the same hoodie for weeks on end making an appearance, “You two were in the court library and the power went off. The front and back doors were locked because this place is ancient, so you two decided to tough it out until the cavalry arrived. Then the Brokeback Mountain itch hit you.”

Apollo and Klavier get stuck in the courthouse during a blackout. Enjoyed this one a lot, it's funny and sweet, as the summary suggests.

Just a Curiosity by GigglingGrave Klavier is curious about how Apollo can see through lies. So, of course, he tries to figure it out. What he learns, however, is really much better than what he set out for. Apollo is really cool in this one and I love it when my boy gets to be cool. Baggage by u_andcloud

“Herr Forehead!” Klavier is calling out the nickname before he even realizes what he’s doing. Never mind that this is a German airport and people are giving him strange looks.

Apollo reacts immediately, and the instinctive response is gratifying on its own. His brow creases, he turns, and when he catches sight of Klavier, a disbelieving smile spreads across his lips, and Klavier realizes quite suddenly that, even after two years, he has not gotten over Apollo Justice, not even a little. This one is also really sweet. Jamais Vu by spaceburgers Apollo Justice, at 27 years old, is many things: a defense attorney, Khura’in’s Acting Minister of Justice, a mentor, a brother, a friend. And also, apparently, about to enact one of the biggest clichés of all time by sleeping with his ex at his former boss’s wedding. I LOVE THIS ONE, I already loved spaceburgers fics when I was still super into Sylvix, was very excited to see that they also wrote for Klapollo!! This one has nsfw in it! scoop of the century (read all about it!) by experimentaldragonfire

Working at a gossip magazine aimed at teenage girls is just a way for Apollo Justice to pay his law school tuition--until his article rating Klavier Gavin's outfits goes viral.

After that, he's got half the Internet reading his articles, and it's inevitable that Klavier finds out. This one is so funny!!! Also, read the second part of it which I'm not gonna link here now because its linked in the fic anyway, as its a collection. pen to paper, heart to heart by shepherd Written for the tumblr prompt, ‘instead of drawing the model in our art class ive been drawing you instead because i think youre really cute and oh my god all my papers just fell out of my folder and you saw them and oh my god theres hearts on some of them please kill me now’. Listen, I'm a simple gal. And a simple artist. Artist AUs really speak to me and this one spoke to me loudly. Its super sweet!! Loose Lips by judojudo "Please disregard all prior questions and instead just tell me one thing, Apollo," Miles Edgeworth's tone was half-smug and completely mocking and all Apollo wanted to do was melt into a puddle on the floor, never to be seen or heard from again. "Why are you on Klavier Gavin's wikipedia page?" I like fics that make me laugh and this one did, haha. we caught fire like california in july by lady_mab

n his head, Apollo mentally scolds himself for asking such a dumb question. Because of course Klavier likes him, right?

(Right? Being treated differently from a swarm of adoring fans isn’t necessarily a precursor for LIKE liking someone and what the fuck he’s twenty-four why does he sound like a high school girl from a manga trying to figure out if her crush likes her back?)

(Oh, that suddenly puts a lot of things into perspective, actually.)

(in which apollo contemplates the line between boyfriends and boys that are friends that sometimes kiss, and also contemplates turning into a crab)

This one is one of my faves! home is wherever i'm with you by bevioletskies At Athena’s request - or more accurately, her demand - the members of the Wright Anything Agency are spending their week-long winter holiday at a cozy lakeside cabin together for some quality team bonding. Much to Apollo’s dismay, she also invited their closest companions from the prosecutor’s office to tag along. With everything he thought he knew about Klavier and everything he has yet to learn, Apollo finds himself thinking he might have someone to ring in the new year with, after all. It's a bunch of AA characters having holidays together. What more do you want. Bricks, Lockets, and Other Christmas Presents by apolloyoostice Present shopping is always easier with someone you love, even if they do have a terrible sense of humor. This one is super sweet!! fame vs infamy (the price of writing fanfic out of spite) by experimentaldragonfire

In which Apollo Justice becomes the most popular fic-writer in the Gavinners fandom.

(and, along the way, realizes his Big Gay Crush on Klavier Gavin might not be as hopeless as he thought)

Honestly, when I read the summary I wasnt expecting to like it at all because this is usually not the kinda premise I'm into buuut I read it anyway because I liked the authors other works and man I had such a good time and many good laughs. The Main Event by ItsyRoyal Apollo had no idea that the flirty busker outside of his favorite cafe was his boss's brother. To be fair, Apollo also had no idea his boss had a brother. Theres a specific line around the end of the fic that had me wheezing. The rest of the fic is of course really good too!! The Definition Of Home by Hikari_Kaitou All Apollo wanted was to go right home after the legal conference in Seattle, instead of spending the night like his colleagues. He's never been able to sleep well in unfamiliar places. Unfortunately, circumstances beyond his control prevent him from returning to LA as planned, and in desperation he turns to Klavier for help. Klavier generously opens up his hotel room to him, which in turn leads Apollo to opening up his heart. Agh just. read it. Loved it. 13 Hours by Powerpossessor Apollo and Klavier are stuck together in a 13 hour layover. Stupid and hilarious antics ensue. Also, is it normal to slow dance with your friend in a dimly lit airport at 3am? THIS ONE IS SO SWEET AND FUN!!! can i go where you go by parchmints

Apollo Justice has rotten luck: he actually wins the grand prize for a mail-in contest, but It's a couple's getaway to a fancy ski lodge in the mountains and Apollo is aggressively single. With no one to go with, Apollo offers them to Klavier since surely, a rockstar would be able to find a date before then, but Klavier has a better idea—they go together and pretend they're a couple. That way, they both get a vacation, plus free food and wine.

And well, Apollo's never been one to pass up free food. VERY CUTE AND SWEET AND AHH. PINING. I love pining!! sweeping you off your feet by shepherd A short piece for a prompt on tumblr, for the quote "Please put me down, it's just a sprained ankle," featuring clumsy Apollo and his marriage to Klavier. A very sweet short piece!! Things Are As They Are by hechima

Klapollo cabin fic. That's really all this is.

Based on the events of "You Ever Been In Love?", in which Edgeworth gets drunk and rents a romantic cabin for Klavier and Apollo in Joshua Tree. Things go about as well as one could expect.

This is the most recent one in my bookmarks so the list ends here. I have a lot more bookmarked but these are the ones that made the biggest impression on me! Hope you or anyone else on here can find something they havent read yet! x)

#ace attorney #klapollo #klavier gavin #apollo justice #asks #fanfictions

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zileans-big-cl0ck · 7 months

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hello ive never sent a request b4 not sure how this works pls bare with me too 😿😿 ive seen that u write for pyke and camille (my two fav characters) and i was wondering if u could write anything sfw/nsfw for one of them because theres barely any content for them, ty in advance 😸

✦–Pyke & Camille General Headcanons.✦ (SFW & NSFW)

✦I see someone’s taste never misses, Camille and Pyke as favourite characters!

✧ prompt: ✧ just feeling inspired today to actually write.

✧ champions: ✧ Camille, the Steel Shadow; Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ I feel like Camille isn’t my champion to write tbh, I absolutely cannot caught her character; please pardon me. PYKE ON THE OTHER HAND- But, really, you don’t even know how I’ve been DYING to write something for my favourite boy Pyke. Ignore any mistakes; as much as I enjoyed writing this, I’m really tired :sob:.

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✦Camille, SFW:

Maybe she is a dominant, noble woman, but you still should valet her, treat he with the greatest respect. That amuses her.

Taking care of her well-being is your sacred order. The lady must be always pleased, cherished.

Of course she can treat herself right. She is a proud, self-respecting woman. But that doesn’t mean she does not enjoy making you submit, serve and obey.

Camille treats you, like you deseve to be treated - like an adorable pet that belongs to her.

And she rewards you generously, always making you accompany her, even if it means sharing with you and her wealthy co-workers the same secret informations of her important work. That is Camille’s way to bestow you with her trust, which is shared like a true gift, making you her little secretary and confidant.

She always keeps you near herself in case anything worrisome happened - or in case someone decided to profane her delicate belonging. Camille is a jealous and controlling woman who holds a firm border between her partner and anyone who may cross their path; she openly fears that the others, the vociferous people, may have bad influence on you. And you must stay as her property, and only hers.

Unfortunately, this entails with her sometimes treating you infantile, like you are not fully responsible. But don’t worry, it also means that she is always ready to do something for you, even if it is the hardest, most cumbersome work that requiers a professional. Because that’s who she is - a capable, deadly woman.

✦Pyke, SFW:

He always watches you from a distance. Pyke is a protective lover, but he desires to stay unseen by the others, all because of his well-known esteem as the Bloodharbor Ripper, the doom of captains. Even if you are not aware of his presence, he is alwats with you, stalking from the shadows, creeping around somewhere between the realms of the dead and mortals like a ghost, keeping an eye on you in case anything disturbed your peace. He would never stand anyone troubling you, which unfortunately can happen anytime in this perilous land. He is almost like a guardian angel, scared for your life and positive to take care of it, but cursed himself.

When he isn’t working, he likes reading. And I will not elaborate on that; Pyke has literally a Shakespeare quote in his own voicelines. He loves reading and you comming up with new book titles and recommendations for him, since he doesn’t have much time exploring this topic himself - his work consumes most of his sacred time, which he divides only between the ardous hunt for his victims and - you.

Though he appreciates your interest in his work, your questions about his day, even if their seem to serve no higher purpose than to start a conversation, he doesn’t want you to know all about his job. Not the things he has done to fulfill the meaning of his afterlife and cross all the names from the manifest. As Pyke came to conclusion, he might be unsure of your possible reaction to him being a killer, which you probably know either way, just never saw it on your eyes. At least he took care of it, to never commit such a dirty work before you. It’s not like he didn’t give you his whole trust, but you seeing his murderous persona might change your feelings towards him- that’s what he believes. And moreover, you might not want to see him how much pleasure he takes from killing.

He would never want you to risk your safety in order to try and get any information about his past, if you ever came up with idea so preposterous. Even if you were convinced that you might get into your hands a piece of knowledge that was out of reach for Pyke for years, maybe even decades. Of course he had shared with you the scraps of memories he still remembered, but there was never nothing solid, declaiming a consistent story. And he stopped caring about it long ago, entombing all the lost feelings in exchange for a new life (well, afterlife), new purpose, new emotions, even if they were ment to be irrelevant forever. Pyke befriended the truth - he, his new self, was never ment to meet with the man he was once before. Even if you were sweet enough, determined, to try and fight, he would turn you off - it didn’t matter if he couldn’t even remember it.

But he hoped it didn’t make you think that he didn’t trust you. He always answers your questions without keeping any bloody details to himself, just doesn’t tend to cover the subject by himself.

✦Camille, NSFW:

The first rule to obey: refer to Camille only as ”Ma’am”, ”My Lady” or, eventually, if she lets you, ”mommy”, so she could jovially call you her pet. A good, obedient little one, who can follow her around.

She would show you to her family, acquaintances, or co-workers with a proud, lustful look. She owns you not only so she could command you, but also to show a little off, to parade with her affable pet.

But you will always remain as her little one, the one under, the once she could crush, quite literally.

She loves the control she wields. Camille is a competent person who clearly deserves her position in the social hierarchy, same as under the cover of blankets. Or just thin walls of her office, where she also adores having you weak before herself.

She often wants you to wear revealing clothes, so the others could trace their lustful gazes, unnoticed as first, but over you. It is a perilous game - she always takes whatever she wants and her feelings are deep, sharp and adamant like blades, incandescent like fire. But you are tantalizing for her, especially when trying to get rid of woeful surrounding.

Camille would never let anyone else touch you, not even get close to you, but how she enjoys watching other people desiring you, yet not being able to ever caught your attention, as your heart belongs to Camille and only her.

Walking around her apartmnet nude, pitiful, with remorse in your eyes, is a sudden turn on for her. She knows you taunt her, tantalizing by the move of your hips, the place where she wants to dig her nails in while putting you in your place, right under her.

Her legs are obviously her deadliest weapon, but also the sweetest gift she can offer. She wants your head between them, squized and trapped in something between a full of pleasure, hot moment and a bewildering threat of her scissors-like blades.

Oh, how she enjoys crushing you under herself, sitting, rolling her hips just to make you squeak, beg and cry for more. And for a opportunity to breathe, as she toys with your fear.

Camille uses her voice to order you around, as she expects unquestionable obedience. The cybernetic, blue lights of her eyes never leave you, always scanning, petrifying, searching.

She never reaches her climax first. She can hold her pleasure back, just until your own release, just to see you succumb to her will and her orders. Only then Camille lets herself cum too, her moans being the sweetest reward you could get.

✦Pyke, NSFW:

What comes first, is that he is not needy at all. Even if Pyke desires touch, he would never willingly admit it, claiming that he is a ruthless murderer. He doesn’t need anything so prosaic.

So you are the one bestowed with the great honor to initiate sex.

And when it actually comes to it? He is absolutely melting, so quickly turned on. Though he wouldn’t admit that, again.

And what turns him on the quickest is probably you admiring him, tracing your fingers over his tattooed arms, your body near his chest, pulsing with pure life, so innocent in its vitality. Because it is something he lacks and therefore - desires with curiosity.

And though it might seem unusual for someone like him - bodyworshipping. An absolute lover for this one, especially when you praise or compliment.

He gets hot very quickly, which always makes him curse under his breath; especially whenever you test his patience. Because of his protectivness, it isn’t unusual of him to grab you with one of his hands onto his lap, always looking for an opportunity to touch you and to be touched, to have you really close. Just to have your beating heart near his quiet presence. Oh, and he is never immune to your teasing, even the slighest move of your hips, even your fingertips brushing his bare chest, is everything to make him grunt with approval.

The sensation of your soft skin, so different from the harsh world around, the fearsome depths, his disgusting prey made from men, intrigues him, alongside with the sick fascination with the contrast between you - a mortal that if he hurts, will surely suffer, and him - a shadow of the past, a revenant, whose heart doesn’t beat anymore.

But he fears you escaping him, like his victims always try. So he pins you, either to the bed below you or any other surface, making sure that you can not hide or run away. Maybe even ties you, but holding you by your wrists with his firm grip until you fully comprehends that you are trapped, usually works.

Despite Pyke’s protectivness, he is nothing close to being gentle in bed. He doesn’t even remember the word gentle anymore, therefore it is natural to treat you they way he thinks is satisfying. It's not like he is brutal, but he takes unimaginable pleasure from pinning your body, much smaller in comparison to his own, by his bare hands sculped with tattoos with force, to pull you hair and to have you whimpering into pillows.

Let him choke you. He is fascinated by the thrill of holding your life in his hands, the same hands that killed countless of men, now showing mercy to someone so dear to him, fragile and mellow. A person he could never harvest the life from, but still takes a sadistic kind of pleasure from playing with this idea. He could do anything to you, because you trusted him, but he won’t cross your boundaries - and he would never let anyone else do that.

Whenever you turn pale under him, white from fear, his gaze stalks covetously, devouring and claiming. But you can read nothing from his face, even if he takes his mask off, as he stays unmoved - but not stoic, he was never a philosopher. Rather in awe, like a conqueror having the key to his soul beneath him.

Your shaky breathing is tantalizing, when you struggle to inale, seeking mercy with your pitful eyes. Because he prefers them on himself, when gorgeous pupils trace his moves, fixed on his body, proudly towering over you.

Pyke is also well aware of the impact that his voice has on you. He is a wraith of his past self, yet he kept his deep, throaty voice that makes you shiver and obey.

Therefore he is suprisingly good at dirty talking, making the voice a great advantage.

Pyke can’t help himself and when with you - doesn’t hold back. Your presence, you squeezing around him, moaning, letting him do these things to you, doesn’t let him last for too long. Even with being the bloody killer, you are his only weakness and therefore - the ultimate form of pleasure, when he can do nothing against your charm, the muffled sounds you let out and the hot atmosphere. Often cums before you, which doesn’t mean he is done.

May be also a little egoistic becausae of the ignorance of your pleas to be more gentle. Just a little.

Also a fan of drunk sex, Pyke is a pirate after all. It’s probably in his blood.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #league of legends x reader #lol #lol x reader #pyke #camille #league of legends camille #league of legends pyke #pyke x reader #camille x reader

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unagrancantidaddepanes · 7 months

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ok i wasnt gonna do it i told myself no im just not gonna say anything on this drama but this is so MINDBOGGLING that i HAVE to make a post about this

i am gonna start by saying as someone on the arospectrum i personally see peridot as either fully aroace or arospec (i like headcanoning either one) and as in a qpr or plantonic friendship with lapis.

peridot has been confirmed to be intended to be read as aroace by a storyboard artist (maya peterson) that would focus on her character, i am not denying that,

however

she is also confirmed to be intended to be read as experiencing romantic attraction, by the OTHER storyboard artist who originally worked on peridot, jesse zuke, who has just as much authority to talk about peridots character, if not more since (to my knowledge) she was the original main storyboard artist for peridot

the intention behind what peridot is suppose to represent is fundamentally contradictory, there is absolutely no use fighting over it. this is so dumb to fight over YES both sides have been confirmed canon THATS WHY THIS IS DUMB </33

ive been trying to find as many actual sources as i can (which has been pretty difficult since A LOT has been deleted) but I finally found a transcript of one of jesse zukes posts that is deleted that everyone keeps referencing

from this reddit post https://www.reddit.com/r/stevenuniverse/comments/5q738i/lauren_zuke_speaks_of_her_intention/

(jesse was formerly known as lauren)

anyone posts something shipping peridot, u get a load of comments saying "this is aroace erasure, shes written as aroace, a storyboard artist said so", anyone posts something about peridot being canonically aroace, u get a load of comments saying "shes not canonically aroace, she was written as experiencing romantic attraction, a storyboard artist said so" everyone is either one or the other it seems like NO ONE is acknowledging that both is true and really this confusion is the fault of the crewniverse ????

these storyboard artists BOTH focused heavily on working on peridot and creating her character, and their intentions behind what she is are completely contradicting.

i would love for peridot to be aroace. to me she IS aroace, but im not going to pretend like this isnt the most confusing most unclear way of confirming that. even if maya peterson intended for her to be seen as aroace, jesse zuke wrote her as the complete opposite and it would be stupid of me to ignore that. harassing eachother over this is stupid. your both correct, now shake hands and make peace with eachother lol, good night.

As an arospec person I am completely fine with people shipping peridot and I do not think it is aroace erasure, because while I would love to see an orientation like mine depicted in a character like peridot, im not going to ignore that fact the she was ALSO originally meant to be read as experiencing romantic attraction AND the fact that many of the crewniverse ships peridot with people or supports others doing it. it is not aroace erasure to ship a character that was literally intended to be read as experiencing romantic attraction by some of the people who worked on her character. rebecca god damn sugar, the creator of steven universe has made fanart shipping peridot. peridots voice actor has said she likes and supports people shipping peridot. its just that different people working on the show had wildly different intentions when creating her character, and didnt clear up a solid identity for her with everyone working on her

jesse zuke said in her post "cant speak for anyone else! many people are writing those episodes". just like if maya peterson and anyone else working on peridot intended for her to be read as aroace, other people working on her character with just as much authority were writing her completely differently. people are not seeming to acknowledge that these two things co-exist. it is not one or the other. even though they are complete opposites, somehow theyve made it so that its both at once.

she was simultaneously written to be both aroace and experiencing romantic attraction by different people writing her character, clearly because of miscommunication within the crewniverse.

heres rebecca sugars ship art btw since the first 2 were really hard to find, in case anyone else wanted some sort of actual evidence of it

also just wanted to bring attention to jesse zuke saying "anyone who wants to see the narrative they want is completely, 100% allowed to". peridot and her episodes were written to have multiple interpretations. this was written with multiple intentions. some of those intentions were aroace, some of them, like jesse zukes, were not. you are all correct peace and love

update i found a slightly longer version of jesse zukes post in this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=oIl1sEQ4_iI

"I wanted to close the book on this - I am queer, and intend fully to write queer characters when I do"

this is pretty clear confirmation that peridot was fully written with completely different ideas in mind from completely different people. jesse zuke INTENDED for peridot and lapis to be read as having a queer relationship, in this post shes encouraging people to read it that way, meanwhile other writers had other intentions which are just as real and valid.

inconsistency and messy production in steven universe is not a new thing

#tldr she was written as both due to miscommunication in the crewniverse so its silly to fight about it #your all similtaniously correct. peace and love #steven universe #peridot aroace #lapidot #su discourse #steven universe discourse #ik this drama has died down now but i havent seen ANYONE have this take yet so i felt like i had to say something ASHKJASJHKJ its so #obvious that THIS is where the confusion is from #myposts #peridot #su #maya peterson #jesse zuke #amedot

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Second part of Konig story. Konig x OC. Prequel to the Konig we all know? Idk. MDNI. this god forsaken app screwed up the formatting and that’s what I’ll blame it on. I don’t even know if this will post properly

His bed was empty.

And now she was angry.

Whether they removed him from the hospital while interrogating her, or if he left on his own, she still followed protocol. Johannah walked to the office and reached for the phone on the desk when she noticed him.

Konig had commandeered the couch that she usually slept on even though she had her own room. He had found a pillow, her pillow and was sleeping soundly even though he did not fit on the couch at all. It was wide enough for his torso and shoulders but his legs dangled over the armrest.

She walked closer to him and marveled at the fact that he had not torn his stitches. He had also wrapped himself in a blanket since his fatigues were destroyed. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t have a gown large enough to fit him. And he was still wearing the surgical mask.

She left the room for a moment and returned with another blanket and draped it over him. There was relief that he had not left but the aggravation of her stipulations pissed her off.

Three fucking days. That’s it.

Konig made a soft noise in his sleep and she shook her head and walked to the desk then sat down. At least for these three days he would be taken care of.

Her hands monotonously grabbed his files and began charting the notes. Everything had to be done by hand on Kortac. The risk of their computers being hacked was a serious threat. Paper can be burned, a hard drive can be stolen and duplicated.

The charts she had to fill out never had their names which is why knowing them was important to her. Sometimes she wished she’d never taken the job. There was no way she would have known that the isolation was the biggest hurdle while on base.

There wasn’t enough money in the world for her to extend her contract.

When he woke up several hours later Konig was momentarily disoriented. The pain of the failed rescue reminded him of where he was. He glanced around the room to find the doctor sleeping at her desk. She had her head resting in her arms.

It didn’t look comfortable.

Her face was softened in her rest. There was no reason to be a pillar of bravery while dreaming. Maybe he spent too much time around hardened soldiers because he couldn’t take his eyes off her until she woke up.

Konig was a simple man. He liked her face. He liked her ass. He liked her backbone. After all she stood up to him and no one dared to do that. Well, no one lived after they did.

It made him grin under the mask..

The peace was lost when the alarm on her watch went off and she sprang up on the chair. Their eyes met serendipitously even though she looked like she’d seen the devil. She got up robotically then walked out of the room and didn’t say anything as she returned with more medical supplies and a rolling chair.

So he did.

“I’m sorry. I was not comfortable out there.”

Johannah was placing all the bandages on the end table with a smirk. She shook her head in disbelief to say, “You ripped out your IV jackass. And I don’t know how you could even walk.”

After she turned the lights on she sat down and began removing the gauze from his head. She moved the blanket down to his waist.

“Getting up and getting down is the hard part. Walking was fine.”

Her eyes rolled on their own at his excuse. She worked in silence and put on a pair of glasses with small microscopes on the lenses. Her breath came out slowly but he still felt it on his cheek.

He tapped his thumb and middle finger again, “You look like uh, I don’t know the word in English. Space creature?”

She stopped and gave him a deadpan look.

“These are my surgical loupes. I need them to enhance the focus on your skin. And I am not an alien.”

Konig actually chuckled. Her eyes were as big as a cartoon when she glared at him. She moved her intensity to his gash and resumed her work while he kept tapping his fingers.

He took in her presence while she was distracted. It was hard not to with her position. Johannah scooted even closer causing her chest to push into his injured shoulder and he hissed. It wasn’t from the pain. She didn’t notice and he tapped his fingers faster.

The only thing he could hear was the bright fluorescent lights buzzing and her breathing. He was moments away from being over stimulated when she pulled back to cover the lesion with new bandages.

He had to break the silence.

“You’re gentler than the nurse. He cursed at me when you were gone.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Maybe that’s because you threw him across the room.”

Konig shrugged, “Maybe he deserved it.”

She moved on to the bullet wound in his shoulder and sighed. Her annoyance was palpable, but her bedside manner never changed.

“You know Konig, you’re pretty docile now. The complete opposite of when you arrived. I'm positive you aren’t this way in the field. And I’m not allowed to ask personal questions. I can still voice my opinion though.”

“I won’t tell anyone what you do. Ask away.” He winced. She had gotten to the point of cleaning the stitches.

Her mouth turned upwards in a grin, “Well isn’t that sweet of you. But I won’t break protocol so don’t even try.”

There was a dimple on one side of her face and he decided he liked seeing her smile. His nerves were on edge as if it were a date and he chastised his brute thoughts. This angel of a doctor, skilled with her hands, was not in any way thinking the same.

It was silent again and he cleared his throat, “I am different in the field. Like a light switch. It’s just business.”

He kept going and said, “School wasn’t for me. I signed myself up for the military as fast as I could. I did have dreams but I didn’t get what I wanted and had to settle. I still do the best I can.” He was revealing too much just to please her.

The last bandage was placed on his shoulder and she moved down his arm. Johannah cleaned the mark from his hastily removed IV with a frown. He hated it.

“I won’t disobey you again. I apologize.”

“You better not.” She demanded. Her tone made him hot and the fact that she was headed towards his thigh had him tense up. She pulled back the blanket while doing her best to keep him modest. His nakedness was on the forefront of his mind until she tugged at tape holding the old bandage, pulling hair with it.

He cursed in his native tongue and clenched his eyes closed.

“There is no way that could have possibly hurt more than the hole in your leg Konig.”

“I was not expecting it!” He barked.

“Were you expecting to get shot?”

His response was straightforward, “Yes. Always.”

She didn’t know what to say and rubbed where she gave him an impromptu waxing with a feather light touch. It was only for a few seconds before she unceremoniously swooped in to clean and redress his last injury.

“I have to release you in three days.” She disclosed somberly. “The higher ups deemed you too valuable to be out of service which means you get your way. I’ll have to keep checking the wounds every few hours and pump you full of vitamins and antibiotics before they yank you out of here.”

He nodded absentmindedly. Her hands were too distracting.

For a moment she paused and asked him, “Why’d you come to the office anyway? You can’t be comfortable on this couch.”

“It’s more comfortable than being exposed. There are too many entry points out there.”

His answer was acceptable because she at one time had thought the same thing when she first arrived. You always needed an escape plan in the military.

“I don’t think anyone could stop you.” She joked while moving her glasses to the top of her head.

Their eyes met instantly as he professed, “You did.”

Johannah sat still for a moment then smirked and went back to work. Just as she went to place the last bandage he all of a sudden shifted and started cursing in German. She assumed the worst until his good hand made a feeble attempt to cover his lap.

“Scheiße. Don’t look.”

It was hard not to. The complication was a foot away from her face.

Normally she would have ignored it, saving the patients anonymity and veering away from a very awkward conversation entirely. Unfortunately, Konig had brought direct attention to his poorly hidden erection.

This type of situation happened more times than she cared to remember with almost every soldier that rolled or walked through the door. She was, after all, one of the only handful of women stationed at this base. The fact that it took him this long to fall victim to his own body was the only thing that surprised her.

She was sympathetic and empathetic at the same time. And going through embarrassing ordeals like this made her remember that they were human instead of the machines Kortac hired.

Kortac may control their life but not their sexuality.

An eternity was shoved into those few seconds from his vantage point. He stared straight at the ceiling begging God to help him and for his mother in heaven to forgive him.

Her hand was still on his thigh.

“You have to understand that this can happen to anyone under high stress situations.” She offered, “I’m a doctor. I’m used to it.”

“Please kill me.” He groaned.

Johannah turned to clean up the supplies and accidentally snorted. Before she could help it she was covering her mouth with the back of her wrist, laughing.

“This is funny to you?!” He demanded.

She nodded exuberantly, “I can’t help it!”

Konig snarled, “You said this could happen to anyone! Do you laugh at all of them too?!” He refused to look at her and turned his head to face the back of the couch.

A few more seconds passed in his agony before she replied, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you.”

“Woman, I am not laughing!” He yelled. “Man soll nicht über den Stolz eines Mannes lachen! Ich würde alles für dich tun, um mich aus meinem Elend zu befreien!”

She ignored his outburst and got up with all of the waste and stood over him. He was still refusing to look at her and her eyes darted to his lower half without meaning to. Goosebumps prickled over her skin at the unforeseen onslaught of unprofessional thoughts.

“Ohh.”

The word slipped out of her mouth instead of staying in her head like she wanted it to. He was doing a terrible job of hiding his prominent source of scrutiny with one hand.

This was the moment she leered at the rest of his body and she wasn’t laughing anymore, she wasn’t doing anything. There were scars riddled on his skin as if they were routes of the past and present. He was toned and muscular showing off his strength underneath all the anxiety he portrayed.

Konig glanced back at her and the movement snapped her out of her reverie.

They stared at each other for too long.

She was storming out of the office moments later, leaving him in hell and totally confused.

Johannah slammed the trash into a bin and decided right there that the supply closet needed to be inventoried. It was on the other side of the bay, far enough away from the office. That’s where the nurse found her, surrounded by unorganized chaos.

“Dr. Moore is everything alright?”

The bottle of amoxicillin she had in her hand flew and crashed onto the floor. Johannah bent down as a reflex and her forehead collided with one of the shelves causing an avalanche. There was a nasty bump forming on her head already.

“I’m fine.” She croaked.

The nurse went to say something but she cut him off, “Please check on Konig for the next few hours. Get him some food, get him a bath and whatever else he wants.”

He nodded and stepped away slowly.

“And find him some fucking clothes!” She yelled as he took off.

The closet was pristine within a few hours. Just like it had been when she walked in the first time. There had been no time to confront the thoughts she did not mean to have while reorganizing the shelves. The thoughts she could not control.

They crept in at the same time that the pain in her forehead reminded her that she almost gave herself a concussion.

"The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future — must mediate these things, and have two special objects in view with regard to disease, namely, to do good or to do no harm."

“Do no harm.”

She let out a haggard breath, “Dammit.”

The oath she took made her feel ashamed. For the first time in her career she had found herself attracted to a patient.

It pissed her off.

With nothing to distract her now, she had to leave the closet. She walked out the same time the nurse was leaving the office.

“How is he?” She asked as monotone as she could.

“No sign of infection still. I brought him food, and you too. He told me to tell you he was sorry. Did he do something to you doctor?”

Her voice cracked as she said, “No no. Just a simple misunderstanding.” He gave her a concerned look before taking her word for what it was and left her alone.

The world was not merciful because at that moment the phone began ringing in the office and she was the only one allowed to answer it. She hesitated then marched the length of the med bay and made a beeline for it without looking at Konig.

“Hello med bay, my clearance number is 082019.”

“Muffled speaking.”

“Well he can’t leave.”

“Muffled reply.”

“No, there are no other patients here today.”

“Muffled order.”

“Understood. I copy.”

She hung up the phone and turned around with the most frustrated stoic expression he had ever seen. Somehow he had sat up after the nurse helped him get dressed. He was wearing a sweatpants and sweatshirt combo with only one arm through a sleeve. The other arm was inside the top to restrict movement on his shoulder.

Her hands clasped in front of her and she decreed, “You get your way once again. Your team will be coming here to debrief with you shortly.”

He nodded once and didn’t raise his eyes. The hair on his head, grown out of its military cut because of all the weeks on the mission, was askew. She wanted to run her fingers through it.

With his downtrodden aura she could actually see the years of war riddled on his face. Konig still held that boyish charm and his size was frightening, but his countenance made him look small. He was a soldier who followed orders and respected his chain of command which is why he considered what he had done a punishable offense. Not only had he tried to kill her, in his eyes, he perverted her haven in the most selfish way.

There was a commotion now coming through the bay as footsteps and loud voices came closer to the office.

Her nurse popped in the doorway frantically, “Doctor! There’s-.”

He was cut off as a soldier pushed past him and screamed Konig's name and barreled over to him. Several more boisterous boys in men’s bodies filtered through and crowded the office along with a female operator who was just as animated.

Konig was sheepish and Johannah was stunned until one of them clapped Konig on the shoulder in camaraderie, causing him to recoil in pain. Her jaw dropped and she went to stop the tomfoolery when an arm went around her own shoulders heavily. A different faceless soldier took advantage of her surprise and began forcing her to the door.

“Sorry sweetheart, we’ve got some private business to attend to. Why don’t you go play house with the other nurse?”

Her eyes met Konigs just in time for her to have the door slammed in her face. The voices on the other side laughed and she could tell they were already destroying the peace.

There was nothing that could be done.

She had agreed for them to come.

The nurse was muttering obscenities beside her and she told him to keep an eye on the situation as she fled from the hospital. Johannah was on the precipice of shooting someone with all the stress. She trudged to her room which was thankfully down the same hallway and flung her door open with enough force to shake the walls.

Her footsteps echoed in the small space as she paced back and forth manically. She didn’t know what to do.

This is how she found herself in the communal showers leaning forward on her forearm on the tiles as the water cascaded down her skin. She had washed everything from head to toe but couldn’t pull herself away from the comfort of the heat and steam.

Her hand moved to the faucet anyway and turned it off.

The anger she previously felt had only dissipated when she pictured Konig. She kept getting trapped in a loop thinking about his blue eyes and how when he had grabbed her by the neck he only needed one hand to do it. It revealed something inside herself that she didn’t know was hidden.

“For fucks sake.” Johannah groaned.

As she dried off and began getting dressed in a clean pair of fatigues she tried to remember the last time she got laid. If she did the math right it had been well over half a year. Her unprofessional debaucherous thoughts were given an excuse they clung to.

It satisfied and calmed her sufficiently. For now.

She went back to her room and started combing through her damp hair when a noise caused her to panic. The noise was followed by the sound of laughter that irked her. She left her room and walked back to the med bay, anger returning with every step.

“You’re fucking kidding me.” She said in surprise.

As she went inside, the debriefing had turned into a party. Some of the soldiers had made themselves comfortable on her sterile hospital beds and the others were lounging around drinking a variety of beer and laughing like they were on a holiday.

Her stress had hit its breaking point. She did not overreact. The only thing she did was walk calmly to the office to make sure Konig was still in one piece. She had to weave her way through the mass of men and finally found herself in front of the couch.

There was an operator sitting next to him recounting a tale through slurred words while Konig held a damaged helmet in his lap. She had hoped to have the courtesy of surprise but he was staring at her as if he had been waiting for her since she left.

“Just look at it this way Cap’. Snipers don’t get to ‘ave as much fun as us. They’re playin’ hide and go seek while we do all the work.”

The drunk man laughed at his own words while Konig was fighting for his life in a staring contest with Johannah. She cocked her head and crossed her arms over her chest then raised her eyebrows. He wasn’t just trapped in her gaze. Her hair was down and still wet from her shower. It was dampening her shirt and dripping tiny droplets onto the ground.

He was also trapped by his immaturity.

Johannah finally opened her mouth to speak and he was already hanging on her every word even though she hadn’t said anything.

She would have, if she wasn’t interrupted by the same asshole who kicked her out.

“You must not have heard me when I said this was private-.”

She interrupted his interruption.

Johannah punched him in the mouth with all of the stress inside her. As he was knocked back she relieved an operator next to her of their gun and pointed it straight at his head. All of the well trained people in that room reached for their own weapons at the sudden conflict.

“Das genugt! Stand down!” Konig demanded.

He had jumped off the couch as soon as he saw her reach for the gun and was now behind her, his hand holding her arm to the ground. His company relaxed and followed his order except for the man she punched. She hadn’t noticed he drew his own gun.

Konig did.

“Lower your weapon.” He growled at him.

When he didn’t Konig moved his palm along the skin on her arm and covered her hand with his then pulled the trigger. The bullet went into the ground at the soldiers feet.

Konig narrowed his eyes and said, “That’s an order.”

The man relented and pushed his way out of the office. Konig barked another order and his entire team left in silence.

The adrenaline was leaving her body, forcing a throbbing ache down her spine. Her eyes fluttered but his large hand engulfing hers brought her back to the current moment. Konig removed the gun, disconnected the magazine with his one hand and threw it on the couch. He walked around to face her and towered over her.

His reprimand died the moment he saw the bruise on her forehead.

“Who did this?” He asked, grabbing her chin and inspecting the rest of her face.

Johannah was entranced by the size of his hands and all those improper thoughts resurfaced in a blink. A whine left her throat unwillingly. Konig furrowed his eyebrows.

“I banged my head on a shelf.” She replied.

“Dumme frau. You are reckless.”

“Says the man who got shot.”

He waved her off and limped back to the couch. She tried to help him and he waved her off again.

Johannah told herself she was just doing a wellness check by dragging her eyes along his body but it was completely self-serving. He was too busy trying to sit down to notice.

“I don’t blame you for what you did, doctor. We stole your hospital from you and he was a prick. But pointing a gun in a room full of mercenaries was just idiotic.”

She scoffed, “Don’t forget I’m a soldier too.”

He shook his head, “Then you should know better. Reckless. Even if it was cute.”

Her next words died on her tongue. She dissociated unintentionally until he tried reaching for the helmet that he dropped. Johannah rushed over and picked it up for him. It was heavy in her hands and she noticed the obvious impact of a bullet that coincided with the matching wound on his head.

“This is yours right?” She asked.

He nodded, “They brought it to me, my men.”

She bit her lip and handed it to him. He took it and stared at it as if it would speak to him. The helmet did nothing. Konig placed it on the cushion next to him and sighed. Johannah also sighed and started to clean the office from its surprise party.

While she guessed the operators knew better than to mess with official Kortac documents, they had knocked over anything not nailed to the ground. She moved in silence but she could feel his eyes watching her with every step.

The last thing she picked up was her, no it was his pillow now, then walked over to him. He took that from her as well.

“There better not be any more surprises Konig.”

He wouldn’t look at her.

“What is it?” She asked on the cusp of losing her civility.

“Chuckie might be locked in the closet.”

“Who the fuck is Chuckie?”

He didn’t want to answer her at first. Johannah had crossed her arms over her chest again. He could practically feel her eyes shooting beams into his head.

Konig sighed, “You’re French nurse, my team named him Chuckie.” He motioned to the top of his own head, “He looks like that doll that kills people. With the red hair.”

Her eye twitched and her lip curled in disdain. She quickly strode out of the office to the same closet she had reorganized earlier. When she opened the door, Chuckie was sitting on the ground with his back to the wall. He stood up and pushed past her.

The last thing he yelled before he walked out of the med bay was dripping with venom, “I’m not coming back until that bastard is fucking gone or dead!”

Konig could hear the explosive declaration and then he heard her footsteps returning to the office slowly. He swallowed dryly and his fingers started flexing and tapping on their own. There were many lives he had taken, some with his bare hands, yet waiting for her to walk through the door made him feel like he was outnumbered. He was a captain dammit. His resolve returned until she came through the threshold with a neutral gaze and pouting lips.

There were many things and scenarios going on in his head and then she said something surprising.

“You’re right. He does look like Chuckie.”

It started with a small grunt and then he began laughing so hard the mask came off his face. The unresolved awkwardness between them was covered up when she joined him. She was caught off guard by seeing this mountain of a man lose it.

No use denying it now. She knew she was attracted to him.

Being in the armed forces and being contracted by Kortac made life a little different than a civilian. Emotions came on strong. They knew life could be over in an instant.

Johannah stopped laughing and was overcome with sadness. She was three years into a five year contract. He was still her patient.

What she desired was unethical.

Now that she could pinpoint her problem a new emotion took precedence. Duty.

She tried to savor one last look at him as she stored her primal needs away when she noticed blood seeping through the fabric on his pants. She sprang into action and darted out of the room. He was holy and unequivocally confused until she ran back in with supplies.

Johannah started setting up in front of him for triage while pulling the chair into his personal space.

“You must have torn your stitches Konig. How the hell do you not feel that?”

He stuttered, “You gave me strong pain meds?”

She nodded while putting on her loupes and faced him.

“Take off your pants.”

It was like a flashbang detonated in the room as his ears started ringing. A ripple of need shot straight to his loins.

“Entschuldigung, what?!” He blurted.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” She asked. ”I have to check your other wounds now anyway.”

Her countenance was all business. He shook his head no and he reached for the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. He struggled doing it with one hand because he couldn’t lift his rear at the same time. She rolled her eyes and told him to hold himself up.

Her hands pulled the pants down his thighs, careful not to brush against his wound and he sat back down on the couch in just a pair of briefs. Goosebumps covered his flesh as she removed the pants entirely and she tossed them to the side.

Her hands got to work and she leaned her head in close. She somehow found his leg between her thighs, her chest on his knee.

He found chivalry out of thin air and said, “I can do this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ve sewn myself together before.”

Johannah scoffed, never looking away from the gash, “That would explain the deep scarring on some of your old wounds. Just relax. We’re both adults and fucking Kortac operators aren’t we?”

Konig agreed with a nod, never saying a word.

She got back to work.

He was already hard. He pulled the pillow over his lap and cursed under his breath. It was difficult not to notice. Neither brought attention to it but the air was thick.

“Why’d that guy have a problem with snipers?” She questioned.

“Who?” He asked.

She pressed her chest into his knee to get closer.

“The guy who was with you when I walked in. He was going on about how snipers play hide and seek.”

“I will tell you if you tell me something about yourself.”

His counter offer made Johannah blink in surprise. She looked up at him with her alien eyes and he was smirking. He still didn’t notice that he wasn’t wearing the mask.

Her reply was direct, “I was in my fourth year of residency when I joined the military. My brother lost his life in that terrorist attack ten years ago. He was always a little shit but he was trying to join the military himself and I just continued his dream for him.”

“How’d you end up with Kortac?” He prodded.

“I was deployed out East and our faction was ambushed. I was never great at hitting targets but if you put an assault rifle in my hands it’s hard to miss a shot. I saved a kid's ass while saving my own. I guess they liked what I did.”

He was so turned on he grabbed the helmet and put it on the pillow as another ludicrous layer. It didn’t matter that she was restitching him with nothing to numb the skin.

“Your turn.” Johannah reminded him.

Konig struggled at first, “I uh.” He then cleared his throat, “I was hoping to be a sniper once. I never missed a target but they said I was too big. My team never lets me forget it.” His fingers tapped on the helmet anxiously.

“I think whoever told you that was a moron. Who would expect a giant sniper? It’s the perfect camouflage.” She murmured, “Wars aren’t won by doing the same things. You have to be better and more creative than the opposing side.”

Johannah moved on to the last suture as he absorbed what she said with a far away look. Some of her wet hair had fallen forward to dance along his thigh.

“Alright big boy I’m all done with this one. Lay down so I can check the others.” She said while attempting to pull his sweatshirt off. His bad arm was holding his torso underneath as she maneuvered the cotton without hurting him but he was ramrod still.

“Konig, help me before I sedate you.”

He let go of the helmet to bring the sweatshirt over his head with her assistance and it finally hung off his good arm. Johannah reached for the pillow and yanked it off his lap causing the helmet to land on his terribly restrained arousal. The amount of cursing he did in German mortified her but the way he was gasping while coddling his erection had warmth drip like honey to her core.

She sprang from her chair and reached for his blankets.

“I-I didn’t mean to do that, I'm sorry Konig!” Johannah stuttered.

More cursing in German. He snatched the pillow from her and placed it beside him and then he grabbed the blankets with enough force for her to fall forward. She managed to keep her balance but not before getting dangerously close to him.

Konig laid down and covered his body and face with the blankets. She didn’t blame him. The only thing she did was move the blanket enough to see his shoulder and the wound on his head.

Johannah began rambling as she worked. Anything to stop thinking about the inappropriate things she could do.

“I’ll have to get your pants laundered because you ruined these but it wouldn’t have happened if your troop didn’t come in here and wreck the place like what was that assholes problem anyway he just hate women or something because he assumed I was a nurse which is just chauvinistic probably because he has a small dick and tries to compensate by being an asshole which you’d never have an issue with it’s just the stress I know it is I’m not offended at all I hope you know that I get it I do like I said I’m used to it and I know it’s not my looks it’s just that we’re all touch starved and horny.”

The speed of his good arm leaving his lap to cover her mouth with his hand was instantaneous. His palm and fingers were hot and dwarfed her face. Her eyes darted to his lap on their own then back to his head which the blanket still covered.

“Doctor, scheisse.” He snarled, muffled by the fabric. “Stop talking.”

She nodded and gave an audible agreement against his skin. She felt his fingers flex before letting go to attain modesty once more.

Johannah resumed in silence with a beet red color over her cheeks. When she was done with his shoulder she slowly moved some of the blanket off his head to reveal only the bandage.

He tugged it down further only revealing his eyes.

Her focus remained on her work.

“You may not be offended but I was raised better. If my Mutter and Oma were alive they’d be disgraced by how disrespectful I have been to a woman. To you, I mean.” He mumbled.

Johannah remained disciplined, “That is a little chauvinistic too.”

Before he could interject she continued, “That old world thinking is outdated but it is appreciated in certain cases.”

“Would you prefer I treat you more roughly?” He asked.

The memory of his hand squeezing her neck made her shiver.

“T-that’s not what I meant.” She stammered, “All I’m saying is that I’m not weak just because I’m a woman. I’m not naive.”

He nodded and stared at the ceiling.

That night she left him on his own after making sure he ate and had what he needed. It wasn’t till she got to her room that she herself ate for the first time that day.

He couldn’t get to sleep. Johannah had gotten him more clothes before she was gone and he laid in silence wearing another standard issue sweatshirt and pants. She had been right, he wasn’t comfortable on the couch but he was safer.

“What the fuck did she mean? Touch starved and horny? Ich bin verwirrt.” He asked the empty office. He could understand the words separately but together they made no sense since English was not his first language.

“Hungry touching? Turned on touching hunger? Fucking shit. I hate English. She thinks all are starving for sex?”

Konigs eyes widened.

“She’s hungry for sex?!” He barked to nothing. “Is that what she said?!” He smothered his face and cursed. She had spoken so fast he didn’t fully understand.

Fuck, he wanted this woman. He hadn’t been turned on by her touch although it helped put him in a worse state. He was turned on by her eyes and the intensity that pulled him in and drowned him. She had defeated him, yes with the help of drugs but she brought him to his knees even though he was lying down.

Konig was not a fool.

He knew his size intimidated everyone. It made him anxious in social situations but if he wanted to have sex he was going to get it. He’d push through his insecurities and wind up at some bar as long as the mission was through. He would sit until he felt comfortable but he never made the first move.

It wouldn’t take long before he’d be approached. He fit a certain desired attraction to some woman and it would snowball.

Meet. Fuck. Leave. No attachment.

He could see all the telltale signs from the doctor. The blushing. The way he would catch her checking him out.

But she refused to make a move and he was liable to explode.

She even acknowledged his perfectly proportioned dick.

Maybe it was because he was injured. Maybe he had concocted it all. Maybe he would have to make a move for the first time in his life. The idea had him tapping his fingers in a trance.

Day two arrived normally.

Johannah checked his wounds, made sure he had all needed again, then disappeared. She even made sure he had books on strategies, weapons manuals and a TV to pass the time.

It pissed him off.

Midday she returned. Checked him and left.

When she came back at night he was in a foul mood. He was laying on the couch and made no attempt to greet her or even look in her direction. His face was covered by the blanket and he honed in on some foreign show about ice fishing like it was his favorite.

She sat down like usual but didn’t touch him. He noticed and waited then finally looked at her. Johannah was staring at a piece of black fabric in her hands, smoothing her thumbs in circles.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distracted today.” She began, “I went to bed last night but couldn’t stop thinking about you not being able to be a sniper. I felt like it would be if I was told I couldn’t be a doctor.”

I was true to an extent. She had forced herself to think about anything other than running her hands over his body.

“I know you can’t be utilized as one but I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in you looking like one. And I know you have a stigma about showing your face so I made you something.”

Konig forgave her aloofness silently.

He went to sit up and struggled causing her to help. Now he had to wait for her to find the courage to keep going.

“Don’t laugh. The only thing I had was an old shirt. I sewed the neck and tucked in the sleeves so you could still strap your helmet on. I cut out some eye holes and I hope they are placed correctly or else you won’t be able to see.”

Johannah finally lifted her eyes to meet his.

“Can I put it on for you Konig?” She breathed. He nodded.

She leaned forward as he hunched over to allow her to drape the cloth over his head with shaking hands. He was encumbered by her scent and closed his eyes in rapture. He opened them when she centered the hood on his face.

Her smile was wide as she said, “Doesn’t look too bad. Let me go get a mirror for you to see.”

She came back with a tray for medical supplies that was reflective.

When she turned it he was met with his own reflection.

He looked intimidating and not because of his size. It hung off his head like a cloak and Konig thought he looked like the grim reaper. The eye holes were sewn around the circumference for stability. He knew she styled it after his tactical gear and it would match flawlessly. Johannah set down the tray to admire her work and his eyes bore into hers with no apology.

“Do you like it?” She asked sheepishly.

He wanted to marry her and whisk her away to the mountains. Where he would either worship her like a goddess or make sweet love to her until she was round with his children.

His inability to speak had her nervous.

Then he grabbed her awkwardly to embrace her. Konig pushed her into his chest as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Du gehörst zu mir. Jetzt und für immer. Thank you doctor.”

No one had ever taken the time to understand him. No one had ever been so kind except his own family.

He pulled off the hood instantly and made her look at him by holding her at the back of her head. Johannah's mouth opened in surprise as he rushed his lips on her own.

The line had been crossed. The line did not exist anymore.

She froze but quickly returned the kiss. He whined into her mouth when her tongue found his. Her fists curled and gripped his sweatshirt as he tasted her with need. Johannah felt her discipline crumble as she climbed into his lap and sat on his uninjured leg.

His hand traveled lower along her spine until he found her rear and smothered her cheek with his greedy palm and fingers. The other hand came out from under his shirt to squeeze her thigh.

The pain was ignored.

Her hands were unshackled by her rules as they desperately felt all the muscles she had denied herself of. They were panting against each other and she nibbled at his lower lip. He grabbed her hip and rolled her against his thigh.

Konig released her mouth to latch onto her neck. He did dastardly things on her skin while trying to move her leg to wrap her thighs around his waist.

“Wait. Your stitches.” She whimpered.

“Sit on me or I’ll make you.” He growled into her throat.

It was no use to fight his strength and now she was straddling him as his hand untucked her shirt and burrowed into it to feel the heat of her body on his palm. He was unable to lift his hurt arm and placed the hand attached under her ribs. The other free hand made no effort to be shy as it snuck under her bra to fondle her breast.

The action had her grind onto the bulge pressing into her heat. She was slick and grossly wet. He rolled her nipple under his thumb and kissed her again. Her tongue was instantly on his as he frantically released her chest and tried to remove her shirt.

Johannah got the hint and tore it off her body along with her bra. Konig couldn’t help it as both of his hands touched her crazed.

“Gott verdammt. Fucking perfect.” He said hoarsely.

She whimpered and clawed at his pecs with the same ferocity as him. In a blink, his own shirt was carefully discarded. She wanted to kiss his chest but he immediately brought his mouth to her nipple and she gasped in surprise.

Her hand coasted over his torso like a water droplet. She reached his pelvis and wrapped her hand around his dick through his pants.

“God I’ve wanted to touch you like this so much.” Johannah admitted. Which made him let out a guttural moan.

It was needy, deep and foul.

Konig reached for her belt and it gave her the freedom to kiss and gnaw at his collarbone. She released his dick and weaved her fingers through the hair on his stomach to his chest and kneaded his nipple unabashedly.

Her belt was quickly unbuckled and her pants were unbuttoned.

His hand found her core. She very nearly dripped on his fingers.

He had to pause to gather his fortitude. Johannah didn’t let him and she rolled her hips and kissed him. He caressed her clit and could not stop as he put two fingers inside her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Her eyes met his and she rode his hand. When she was close he removed it altogether. She whined angrily. He laughed.

She got off his lap and he thought he fucked up until she removed her pants with her underwear in one swoop. He would have salivated at her nakedness but she was frantic. She bent over to tug at his pants just enough to free his erection.

Johannah's pit lurched wantonly. “Holy fuck.” She heaved.

He definitely swelled and not just with pride. She leaned on his good thigh and touched him, wrapping her hand around his length. He was just as wet as her. It cascaded over the head and she bit her lip as he jerked.

In one second she was straddling him again and aligning herself over him. His hands found her hips once more.

She lowered herself and he entered her slowly and precisely.

There were a string of German curses as her warm walls put his dick in a vice.

“You’re so tight.” He whined unwittingly.

Johannah was too focused on her task. If she went any faster she was sure it would hurt. She’d go down and rise slightly to spread her arousal. When she finally bottomed out he was so deep inside her she was momentarily stunned.

Konig was lost in pleasure. She clenched her pelvic floor and he moaned.

“You have to move leibling. Don’t make me come like this. I need you to move. Gott, use me. I want you to come first.”

Johannah covered his mouth with hers. She kissed him and groaned with her first rise and fall. Her hands found his shoulders for stability and she moved herself up and down.

Too slowly.

He gripped her hips and lifted her and thrust as much as he could when she met his sex with her own. Precisely and forcefully.

She cried out. He was going to come at this rate. The fucking noises she was making were sent straight to his dick. She began riding him without his help and he reached in between them to touch her clitorous for her to feel more. Faster.

Suddenly she grabbed his free hand and put it on her neck. The bullet wound on his shoulder was screaming yet he seized her throat which finally pushed her over the edge.

She came with an open mouth and no words.

He tried to keep going but the way she squeezed him had him spilling inside her without warning. He orgasmed into her climax.

It was a lot. She collapsed on him, overstimulated.

They stayed like that panting until the hand still on her neck lifted her face to his. He kissed her and began thrusting again.

Later, he would find out just how much she had been holding back.

He created a monster. Obsessed with him as much as he was her.

Days later he had been released but never left until he had to leave on a mission.

Months later when he was made a colonel she was the first to know.

Years later when her contract was over, every leave he had was spent in her arms.

When his own contract was over, she was waiting for him on the porch of their house secluded in the Austrian countryside. He rushed to her, afraid she had been an illusion.

I wrote this for days. I hope you understand this was kind of a prequel for him. How he got his hood and all that. If you liked it great. If you didn’t, whoops.

#konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x oc #cod mw2 #original character #kortac #mw2 #konig

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hi !! i forgot to post these initially, but ive rewritten a bunch of stuff from my kny fantasy au :]

these are just general messy pieces of a couple people + infodumping below :]]c

(Piece 1)

Kyojuro and Senjuro are a duo of brothers born into the Rengoku family, that's left their sons especially well known for generations for their eagerness and being willing to assist others with any sorts of labour or tasks they're unable to complete by themselves. Being from a long line of centaurs, Kyojuro himself included, this gives them a lot of advantages over the general population who are predominantly human and allows them to physically handle a lot more. Senjuro, however, is a little bit of a different story- Shinjuro and Ruka Rengoku aren't an expected pairing from this bloodline, with Ruka being a faun lady rather than another centaur. Because of this, instead of being the norm, Senjuro, despite having the strong, usual features of a Rengoku, was born a faun, leading him to having to help people in a slightly different way to his elder brother. However, it doesn't stop him from accompanying Kyojuro out every now and then.

(Piece 2)

A well renowned group of performers, labelled misfits by some who have their reservations about their tales and music, Tengen Uzui and what are rumoured by some to be his three wives Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru have made a name for themselves here after coming out of nowhere with the girls' musical talents and Tengen's unique and self-described "flashy" appearance, often the initial factor drawing the common folk to their shows, to which they ultimately stay for their display, intrigued by their stories. Stories that are brought to life with stunning song and performance, allowing an almost vivid, painterly visual to appear to the audience. Whether this is merely their minds at work or truly a piece of the group's own magic is debated, but the true answer has yet to be revealed.

(Piece 3)

Within the Demigoddess of Life & Health's sanctuary of peace, the center at which her tree of life lies- accompanying her guardian Yushiro aswell are the two children she took in and under her wing while they were still quite young. An older brother and younger sister, Gyutaro and Daki are both satyrs with surprisingly, vastly different appearances. The duo were originally only to stay short-term- however as Lady Tamayo begins to realise that there is more to these two than first appears, she asks them personally if they would be willing to stay with her longer. The pair since a young age have experienced strange visions of an... inverted world, displaying many horrors beyond belief to commoners, however such tall tales have never been truly believed by anybody else, labeling the children as merely 'crying wolf' because their world has been at peace for centuries. Why these visions of theirs intrigue the Demigoddess is unknown, but when it's brought up, she often has a look of distant sadness on her face.

The duo were often left to their own devices as they grew older, and seemed to eventually grow to enjoy causing trouble, described by some as delinquents- though one day, a young man they had found near their home had caught their interest. He didn't appear to look anything like they had seen before- with scales and horns, almost reptilian in appearance, if he didn't have the face of a man, albeit his cheeks covered in scales. He introduced himself to the siblings as Kaigaku, and boldly stated he was a draconoid- however they had been presumed extinct for years. He had run away from his adoptive home... yet again, and had gone out into the forest to get away from the stuffiness back there, however ultimately got lost as he wasn't aware of where he was going, not often venturing out until recent years in 'teenage rebellion'. This was the start of the small group's friendship, as the young man would continue to come back to the siblings to see them specifically, which caused them to eventually enjoy one another's company. Lady Tamayo does have a few small reservations about him, though hasn't disclosed as to why to anybody.

(Piece 4)

Living within a small estate in the woods with her sisters- Shinobu is a doctor of sorts, though it certainly wouldn't be assumed at first glance, due to her more unprofessional approach. Don't allow that to fool you, however- due to her lesser magical and physical strength as a fairy, she instead has devoted herself to helping the less fortunate in a more medical way and has succeeded far more than the average run of the mill practitioner. She sometimes lurks over previous patients who suffered from particularly serious issues for a while, merely in order to keep her eyes on them and see how they fare. One previous patient in particular she's kept an eye on is a curious sorcerer- one... seemingly born with his powers, rather than having to study arcane text in order to gain them as most do. Glowing marks engraved on his skin, Giyuu was a rather unique case to the sisters. With his mortal body unable to fully handle his power's true extent, his form began to erode. It was only with the enchanted red bindings around his body he was able to contain his power, at the cost of his ability to use it as he pleases, it's repeated use often causing exhaustion. He's made a full recovery as of now, however with what's contained inside of him, his state is quite unpredictable and could change in the blink of an eye.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny au #demon slayer au #fantasy au #kny fantasy au #kyojuro rengoku #senjuro rengoku #tengen uzui #suma #makio #hinatsuru #kaigaku #gyutaro #daki #shinobu kochou #giyuu tomioka

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HOLD UP, since your mom bought Rebellion for you as a birthday present, is today your birthday?!

Also…how was it…? I hope you liked it! (Of course if you have trouble processing what happened, feel free to ask)

That was the best movie

i have ever watched.

i went through all 5 stages of grief within the matter of 5 minutes.

SPOILERS FOR MADOKA MAGICA REBELLION BELOW!

i feel like i have never been so touched by a piece of media in my life

since the movie is so long, im not going to touch on every part, only the ones that were the most important to me

I WAS VERY CONFUSED AT THE BEGINNING. it was a huge surprise that the world had been fake (pretty much), because i was almost positive that was homura in her early stages of time travelling....NO. everything had already happened...

when they had begun talking about how the world was created by a witch, i was confused on how Bebe was relevant, since there had been no previous mention of them...and for them to imagine this ENTIRE WORLD just didnt sit right with me. once they started to mention it a little more, i had immediately known it was homura.

still, i started to get emotional when the world started to burn, and it was revealed that homura really was behind this. homura had been the thing she had sworn not to trust, what she hated with all her heart, trapped in her own cage she was trying to escape from...quite literally. that in itself was pretty beautiful to me :(

after all of that, when homura had pretty much sentenced herself to death to make sure that madoka would not be taken advantage of, madoka ended up trying so hard to save homura...i think that their love for eachother is definitely mutual, even if it seems like homuras might overpower madokas, i know that madoks truly cares about keeping homura safe and even in a moment of sacrifice madoka still just longed to be with homura and didnt want her to end that way, it was such a heartwarming moment

especially when god madoka came down to help homura, i started tearing up, it was really pretty and i had these lighst going on in my room and i was wondering the whole time "what does fantasy mean by people dont like what homura does at the end? everything seems fine right now!"

........

HOMURA

WHAAAAAATTTTT?!???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Holy FUCKING SHIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.

I THINK THAT WAS MY *FAVORITE* PLOT TWIST THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN AN ANIME...IT SERIOUSLY BROUGHT OUT ALL THE EMOTIONS IN ME

i was STARING at my tv with my mouth open i could not believe it.....AND WHEN SHE STARTED TO SMILE, I GOT SUPER EXCITED!! I tend to accidently headcanon characters insanity as the smiling insanity, as if they broke, and i had started drawing homura like that but figured it wasnt fitting for her.....DAMN WAS I WRONG!!!!

i LOVE how homura had become an obsessive....not quite lustful, but more...PURELY EVIL DEMON....who had seperated madokas human form and god form to create a madoka who would be able to live happily (i believe?) with an altered memory...GOD, that scene was so POWERFUL, ive been stuck thinking about it all day today....DAMNIT HOMURA, I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU ARE EVIL!!! And this insane character development just made me love her even more!!!!!!!

then, at the end, when madoka had ended up quickly reuniting with her god form....and the way that homura said that the ribbons look better on madoka....JESUS...i was THIS CLOSE TO CRYING!!! it was almost a bittersweet ending, and that was the best route they couldve chosen...i couldnt tell if i felt sad, at peace.....it was really really beautiful!

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

that scene with the flower field....THE SCENE WITH THE FLOWER FIELD HAD ME NEAR SOBBING...i thought it was gorgeous and the way that they hugged...the thought that this would be one of the last times homura would be able to hear madoka say those heartfelt things to her, just seeing her sit there....it was really blissful :(

THE SCENE WITH THE STATUE TURNING TO TAR!!!! that was AMAZING symbolism, holy shit! i just kinda stared at the tv for a little bit...its as if homuras love was infecting madoka....i love it so much.

i cant quitteee remember this one very well, but when madoka started t-posing and sunk into the ground, becoming this liquid, the homura becoming liquid, then a mini homura smashing it up? I DONT THINK IM REMEMBERING IT RIGHT, but i just know that it kind of hit me, it reminded me of no matter how hard homura had kept trying to save madoka, she kept dying...and all she went through within all of the timelines were ultimately very small and hardly mattered, since in the end, she failed...THATS HOW I SAW IT!

(and also, the fight with mami was AMAZING!!!! The music, the combat, the intensity, oh my god!! and when homura shot herself, and then held it up to mami, i was like WHATS GOING ON?!?!?)

this movie was absoloutely beautiful, touching, intense, i....literally have no words to describe it.

I PROBABLY WOULDVE NEVER GOTTEN TO WATCHING IT IF YOU DIDNT RECCOMEND IT TO ME FANTASY!!! THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH...that was *seriously* one of the best experiences of my life, i went through so much in such a little amount of time...the fascinating scenery with the witches and the everything looked amazing as always, this was just a very very special and UNIQUE movie to me and i stayed involved the whole time...I DONT THINK ANYTHING THAT ILL EVER WATCH WILL TOP THAT, HONESTLY.....

thank you SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I LOVED IT!!! 10000000/10.....it genuinely couldnt have been better!!!!! and it only made me love homura even more!!!!!!!!

(ALSO, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, it is not my birthday! my birthday is in 9 days, march 16th! STILL COUNTS AS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!)

#THANK YOU THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU SO SO SO MUCH. That was beautiful #i think my life is complete after watching that #GOD homura is VERY complex...im in love with her character!#best $10.58 or something like that that ive EVER SPENT!!!!#no anime is ever going to bring those emotions out of me #on top of how UNIQUE the animation is #its not just anime its an entire design #everything is so graphic and beautiful and unlike anything ive ever seen #AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING!!!! THANK YOU FANTASY!!!!!

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We always question that when Jon fell in love with Dany in show. I have another confusion since when Tyrion fell in love with Dany. And if he was so in love with Dany why he was suggesting to Sansa that they should remain married.

Beats me!

His relationship with Daenerys on the show never felt authentic to me, and like you said, it often contradicted the dynamics between him and Sansa.

This is the problem you create when you allocate parts of Sansa's storyline (the Jon romance, and the Tyrion love triangle) to Daenerys, while also needing to acknowledge the established history between Sansa and Tyrion.

That half-baked, last-minute insertion was complete nonsense. I'll eat rocks the day George turns his beloved Tyrion into an obedient lapdog, who is in love with his unhinged master. That would just make him another Jorah or Barristan, and what's the point of that? It would be redundant, and his perspective wouldn't bring anything new to the table.

Tyrion is the guy who mocked the idea of a savior.

Other slaves insisted that the guards were lying, that Daenerys Targaryen would never make peace with slavers. Mhysa, they called her. Someone told him that meant Mother. Soon the silver queen would come forth from her city, smash the Yunkai'i, and break their chains, they whispered to one another. And then she'll bake us all a lemon pie and kiss our widdle wounds and make them better, the dwarf thought. He had no faith in royal rescues. - Tyrion X, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy who became deeply concerned when he heard a red priest preaching her gospel.

Shouts erupted from the crowd. Women were weeping and men were shaking their fists. I have a bad feeling about this. […] Haldon Halfmaester had spoken of using the red priest to Young Griff's advantage, Tyrion recalled. Now that he had seen and heard the man himself, that struck him as a very bad idea. He hoped that Griff had better sense. Some allies are more dangerous than enemies. - Tyrion VII, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy who can recognize the psychology, fear, conditioning, and absence of alternative options that lead to a slave wanting to remain in bondage.

"Ghazdor's collar," the old man boasted. "Known him since we was born. I'm almost like a brother to him. Slaves like you, sweepings out of Astapor and Yunkai, you whine about being free, but I wouldn't give the dragon queen my collar if she offered to suck my cock for it. Man has the right master, that's better." Tyrion did not dispute him. The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it. - Tyrion XI, ADWD

Tyrion is the guy with firsthand experience of slave owners infantilizing their slaves, to reinforce paternalistic authority and reliance.

"Bold Yollo. Bright Penny. You are the property of the noble and valorous Yezzan zo Qaggaz, scholar and warrior, revered amongst the Wise Masters of Yunkai. Count yourselves fortunate, for Yezzan is a kindly and benevolent master. Think of him as you would your father." […] "Your father loves his special treasures best of all, and he will cherish you," the overseer was saying. "And me, think of me as you would the nurse who cared for you when you were small. Nurse is what all my children call me." - Tyrion X, ADWD

"Let them come. In me they shall find a sterner foe than Cleon. I would sooner perish fighting than return my children to bondage." - Daenerys IV, ADWD

Despite my low opinion of him, I don't believe he's capable of being swept up by Daenerys.

Daenerys isn't his type, Sansa is. Tysha is. Shae is. Sex workers are. Penny would be, if he was sexually attracted to her. He seeks relationships where he can exert control, foster dependency, and provide protection and care.

Daenerys is too much like his sister.

#stumpy ask #please-dot

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queenie-says-free-palestine · 7 months

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Hi queenie! I hope I don't sound ignorant, but every single article on Palestine and Israel seems heavily biased and stuff, so I just wanted to ask you if you had a fully-fledged and explained post or something about the situation? Or, if you don't could you explain it to me?

I really want to know what's happening between the two places.

Sorry if I sound rude or ignorant

sorry this took a while to answer ive been kinda busy lol

dw idm !! im happy to explain it to you, but keep in mind that im only human n there might be missing info. all the information i use is verifiable—i didnt go off of rumors or anything like that

i explained the history briefly in a post i made on my main blog where i was tryna detail the israel-palestine situation:

zionist movements began in maybe mid 19th century, jews worldwide were being persecuted and they wanted a land to themselves. they had their eyes set on palestine, even tho the palestinian bedouins there have been living in palestine for at least 1500 years

wwii left millions of jews stranded, so in 1947, the united nations suggested dividing palestine into a jewish and arab state. the jews accepted, but the arabs rejected it. this rejection was ultimately ignored, and israel declared itself a state in 1947, leading to palestinian arabs being displaced and a war starting between israel and arab nations. this was known as nakba—literally the arabic word for disaster, it mainly refers to palestinians being displaced after israel declared independence

the six-day war of 1967 was a conflict ultimately won by israel—they took control of the west bank, the gaza strip, and east jerusalem. conflicts got worse from here, and violence against civilians grew. its been snowballing since then

now, what i didnt mention here was that jews do have a history in the land, but the reason i didnt mention that was because the vast majority of that history dates back to 2000 years ago, when they were exiled by the romans, n they still claim ties to the land due to this history and also the religious significance it has in judaism, as it has been mentioned in the torah several times. not to mention that jerusalem is the location of the west wall, which holds extreme significance in judaism

they have almost always lived in palestine as a minority. in fact, whent the un plan was made, the jews were given 55% of the land despite only being an estimated 30% of the population

what i also didnt mention is the extremely disproportionate number of casualties. the usa and uk have both been vocal in aiding israel, and esp the usa helps fund its military n help it build its military, whereas palestine has virtually no method of defense. according to the un, roughly 6400 palestinians and 300 israelis have been killed since 2008, not including recent fatalities, and not including the 60 years from the nakba until 2008

im sure youve seen videos or seen stories on the news of dead palestinian children, and these deaths are sometimes celebrated by israel because they were fighting back against the idf, however this form of "fighting back" is usually firing rocks at tanks using slingshots, and then proceeding to get shot

now, whats going on now is a result of the "snowballing" i mentioned. the problem was meant to be solved by the oslo accords, which was meant to be an agreement to help issues on both sides (for palestine it was meant to help economic development in palestinian society, as well as stop the construction and expansion of israeli settlements in the west bank n gaza strip. for israel it was meant to make a promise of peace, ending hostility esp from extremist palestinian movements such as hamas). however, the promises made in these accords were never met

now, hamas is something youve heard abt often, im sure. its an extremist militant group who works largely in gaza (they have absolutely no soldiers in the west bank, although they do have some support there) whose main objective is to take back palestine and give it to the palestinians. however, their methods of doing so are extremely unorthodox, as they tend to take courses of action such as smuggling rockets via a series of tunnels, suicide bombings, and also they largely target civilian populations

its also notable that they were voted for by the gazan population in 2006, where half of the population were children, so only a maximum of 50% of the gazan population voted for them. since this voting was also in 2006 (17 years ago) and the gazan population is still 50% minors, this means that only a maximum of 25% of the gazan population today were part of those who voted for hamas

what happened a couple weeks ago at the start of the war was that hamas had been planning for abt a year an attack on israel in retaliation for the thousands upon thousands of palestinians who have been killed, and the thing is that no one suspected it. thats one of the reasons why it shook the world

in the first couple days, israeli casualties outnumbered palestinian casualties, reaching abt 600 while palestine sat at just under 200. there was a music festival which hamas attacked, killing 260 civilians, injuring even more, and taking an unknown number of hostages, some of whom were not israeli and in fact just people visiting from other countries on israeli visas

israel retaliated heavily, with the israeli defense minister referring to palestinians as 'human animals', and they warned 1.1 million gazans to leave northern gaza (despite the fact that gaza is a 41km*12km piece of land thats been closed off for the past fifteen years) because they were going to level it. they also bombed a hospital, which is against international law and is a war crime, admitted it in a string of tweets, and then deleted them

they also damaged gaza's oldest church, the third oldest in the world which is estimated to be 1600 years old, where 400-500 palestinians were hiding. theres around 27 fatalities confirmed and an unknown number of people still trapped under the rubble

additionally theres a load of claims of things hamas has done (beheading babies n raping women being the most popular allegations) but basically none of these have based sources, and a lot of things israel accuses hamas of include crimes that members of the idf (israel defense force) has committed against palestinians in previous decades

so please fact check everything you hear, and be wary of biased sources

#hope this is okay!#palestine #free palestine #israel #gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #فلسطين #save palestine #fuck israel #israel is not a country

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Star Trek, part 4: The Next Generation (Making the Federation even more Mary Sue)

[All images are owned by Paramount. Please don’t sue me]

The introduction of the Enterprise-A in Star Trek IV opened up the possibility of new adventures of the USS Enterprise, so when it was announced in 1987 that a new Star Trek television series would be starting, fans were hopeful that the crew of the Enterprise would go from the big screen back to the small screen.

They were very wrong.

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Star Trek: The Next Generation (or simply TNG) takes place 80 years following the original Enterprise’s five-year missions. Gene Roddenberry is once again at the helm of the show, though he is assisted by Rick Berman, who would become the official showrunner following Roddenberry’s death.

The Federation of the 24th century is, if possible, even more utopian than before, having signed a peace treaty with the Klingon Empire (even if more than a few Klingons aren’t happy about it)

The latest ship to carry the legendary name, the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D) is a Galaxy class starship, capable of longer missions into deep space. Warp technology has progressed far enough that the formula for warp speed had to be amended. Now (according to fan publications) the calculation is to a power of 5 (meaning that Warp 5 would be 5 x 5 x 5 x 5 x 5, or 3,125 times the speed of light. Using my Alpha Centauri example from my review of the original series, it would take about 9 1/2 hours at Warp 5 to reach Alpha Centauri from Earth, a much more reasonable time frame.

In addition to better Warp and defensive technologies, the Enterprise had a new technology known as holodecks, that made life-like imagery that the crew could touch and interact with, as a way to keep the crew from going stir-crazy. And the holodecks never, ever, ever had anything go wrong inside. Nope. Never. Not even once. (excuse me as I stifle several giggles)

Two other things that were different than previous Enterprises.

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Since the Galaxy class was designed to go farther out than was previously possible, crew quarters are large enough to allow the families of the crew to join them on board. Because of this, the saucer section can be detached from the Engineering hull to allow the civilian population to be evacuated in cases of extreme peril.

One other change was in the uniforms.

(Thanks to The Hollywood Reporter)

Starfleet has replaced the uniform used for over 70 years with an almost “throwback” uniform with the uniform color matching divisions (though red is now operations and gold is now service; but don’t worry, we’ll still call the doomed security personnel “Redshirts”)

You will note that the uniforms are all onesies. This will be changed by Season 2 (along with several minor changes as the series progresses, almost as if whoever designed the uniform didn’t plan for the comfort of the wearer)

Now let’s meet this new crew…

The Enterprise’s commanding officer is Captain Jean-Luc Picard (played by Sir Patrick Stewart, a Shakespearean actor who had never seen Star Trek before auditioning) Stewart takes the gravitas he learned on stage and brings it to the 24th century, setting the tone of the series to something a bit more thought-provoking and less fist-provoking (just one question: why is a French starship captain talking with a British accent?)

Picard’s First Officer is Commander William Riker, who tends to be more Kirk-like in his command style. He’s not the type to get into a brawl or anything, but he’s more the smooth-talking type who leads his team when danger presents itself. He tends to lead missions that are away from the ship, preferring the Captain stay within the relative safety of the Enterprise.

The Second Officer and Chief Navigator is Lt. Commander Data (played by Brent Spiner, who previously was known as recurring character Bob Wheeler on Night Court), an android created by Dr. Noonian Soong capable of independent initiative. Despite rumors to the contrary, Data earned the rank he holds. His journey of learning to be as human as possible often puts him at the center of humorous situations (like when he tried growing a beard) He (and it’s been confirmed that he is male, with all of the plumbing to match) is incapable of showing emotion or using contractions, and often gets so wrapped up in what he’s saying that he has to be cut off by whomever he’s talking to due to not knowing when to stop spouting facts.

Some time during the series (it’s never explained in or out of canon when or how), Data acquired a cat, which he named Spot (despite the fact that the cat had stripes) There were four different “Spots” throughout the series and NONE of them looked alike (plus Spot’s gender changed at least once) Spiner has gone on record saying he hated doing scenes that included Spot, as they always took three times as long to shoot due to the cat not cooperating.

The Ship’s Counselor and advisor to the Captain is Lt. Commander Counselor Deanna Troi (played by Marina Sirtis), a member of a telepathic race known as Betazoids (she mainly uses her abilities as an empath, preferring not to use telepathy) Troi is actually half-Betazoid. She previously had a relationship with Riker that ended amiably, which comes back into play every now and then.

Her mother Lwoxana (played by Majel Barrett) is infatuated with Picard, much to his chagrin.

The Chief Helmsman (and eventually Data’s best friend) is Lt. (later Lt. Commander) Geordi La Forge (played by Reading Rainbow host LaVar Burton) La Forge is blind (due to a blind girl wanting a role model on Star Trek and Gene Roddenberry having an ironic sense of humor by making the pilot blind) The object that looks like a banana clip (because that’s what it is!) is a VISOR (Visual Instrument and Sensory Organ Replacement), which is connected to implants on La Forge’s temples that feed his brain sensory data, including infrared and ultraviolet emissions. Starting in Season 2 (following Season 1’s “Chief Engineer of the Week”), La Forge is transferred to Engineering where he remained through the remainder of the series and beyond.

Lt. Worf (played by Michael Dorn) is the first and (thus far) only Klingon to serve on a Starfleet vessel. He was the last survivor when the Romulans attacked a Klingon outpost when he was a boy. A Starfleet crewman found him and raised him. He is still very much a Klingon warrior, though tempered by Federation ideals.

He serves on the Enterprise as…well, I’m not entirely certain what his duties are at the start of the series other than to be the Token Klingon.

[FUN FACT: The prosthetic Dorn wore in season 1 was stolen after the season ended, so a new one had to be crafted but wasn’t an exact replica, which is why he looks different from Season 2 onward]

The Chief Medical Officer is Commander Dr. Beverly Crusher (played by Gates McFadden) Unlike Dr. McCoy, she doesn’t have any memorable catchphrases. Her husband was killed under Picard’s command years prior. She and Picard have unresolved romantic tension throughout the series.

Since families are allowed on the Enterprise, Dr. Crusher is allowed to bring her son Wesley (played by Wil Wheaton, who was previously known for Stand by Me) aboard. Wesley is a child prodigy who…

Look, I’m just gonna say it. I never liked Wesley (though I’ve gotten a lot of respect for Wheaton since he left the series) because he was pretty much a Mary Sue. He knows more about every aspect of the Enterprise than officers who’ve spent years to earn their posts. Despite being a teenager, he refers to the crew as “grown ups” rather than “adults” and (at least in the early parts of the first season) threw tantrums when the people in authority wouldn’t let him get his way.

That being said, he managed to somehow gain the respect of the crew (especially Captain Picard)

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Last, but certainly not first, we have Head of Security and Tactical Officer Lt. Tasha Yar (played by Denise Crosby) Yar comes from a colony that had broken down, now ruled by the strongest. At times it seemed like there could be romantic leanings between Yar and Worf (and there WAS a sexual encounter with Data!) however, this never came to fruition as the season 1 finale will explain.

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It turns out that Denise Crosby had the same issue that Nichelle Nichols had (her role was essentially window dressing), but unlike Nichols, Crosby didn’t have a famous comedian to urge her to stay so she left the series. With Yar’s death, Worf was moved to her position (which really should’ve been the case from the start, given he’s a Klingon)

In addition to Wesley’s field commission and the transfers of Worf and La Forge (oh, and Riker grew a beard), there were two casting changes for season 2.

Backstage tension between Gates McFadden and the show’s head writer (who had gotten more authority as Gene Roddenberry started stepping back) caused McFadden to be fired. In canon, Dr. Crusher was reassigned to Starfleet Medical (though Wesley stayed aboard for some reason)

Replacing Dr. Crusher is Lt. Commander Dr. Kate Pulaski (played by Diana Maldaur (who had appeared in an episode of the Original Series and was best known for falling down an elevator shaft on LA Law) Dr. Pulaski was far more gruff than Dr. Crusher (more similar to Dr. McCoy, but without the catchphrases), and proved to be unpopular. She was replaced when the writer left and Rick Berman asked McFadden to return for season 3.

Finally, we come to the other Nichelle Nichols story she enjoyed telling.

There was a young black girl who saw Uhura and was amazed there was a black woman on TV who wasn’t a maid (this was the 60s, so that kind of thing was almost unheard of) She would be inspired to become a stand-up comedian, and eventually a popular movie actress. When TNG started, she went to Roddenberry and told him she wanted a role on the show…ANY role!

That little girl’s name?

Whoopie Goldberg, who was given the role of Guinan, the bartender of the Enterprise’s Ten Forward lounge. Guinan is of a race with cosmic-ish abilities (when the Enterprise is involved in a temporal event that changed history, Guinan was the only one who knew something was amiss)

Also over the course of the series we got interactions with Original Series crew members...

Admiral McCoy (retired, now over 130 years old)

Captain Scott (retired, who was suspended in time for over 70 years)

...and Ambassador Spock (well, Vulcans do live over 200 years)

It’s the interactions between the cast members that sets the series apart from the Original Series, and it truly is an ensemble cast; every cast member is given their chance in the spotlight on a number of episodes (particularly Data (in his quest to try to be more human) and Worf (as he tries to find his place between two cultures))

With the Klingons more-or-less friends, Starfleet needed more recurring alien threats to deal with (the Romulans were still around, but were quiet during the early seasons)

The Ferengi are a race that personify the absolute worst a capitalist society can be, prioritizing profit above all else (they even codify it in their code of “ethics” known as the Rules of Acquisition) Unfortunately, rather than being the threat they were intended they turned out to be little more than comic relief.

The Cardassians are a militaristic race bent on conquest (there are certainly a lot of those hanging around in the galaxy, aren’t there?) They tend to be cruel to those they conquer. However, to prevent a war the Federation ceded a number of Federation colony worlds that once belonged to the Cardassians, leaving those who chose to stay to fend for themselves against their new rulers (this may be the first crack in the utopian facade the Federation shows) Many Federation citizens (including a number of Starfleet personnel) formed a resistance group known as the Maquis, who are dedicated to freeing the colonies left to the Cardassians. Both the Federation and the Cardassians treat the group as terrorists.

Q (a member of the Q Continuum, played by John deLancie) is an omnipotent entity who appears occasionally to attempt to teach the Enterprise (and more importantly Captain Picard) about the fallacies of humanity and the dangers of What Lies Beyond. Many times his antics are played for laughs, but unlike the Ferengi there is always a dangerous undercurrent to Q’s games. Unfortunately, his antics have gotten Q in trouble with his fellow Q, and at one point he had been stripped of his powers and made human for a brief period.

Q is directly responsible for introducing the Federation to the gravest threat to the galaxy…

The Borg.

The Borg are humanoid beings that have been enhanced with cybernetics and, due to their hive mind, are able to adapt quickly to dangers (a phaser will down a few Borg, but they will quickly adapt and be able to repel future blasts on that light frequency) Any time they encounter a new species, they assimilate the species and their technology into their Collective.

The series ran for 7 seasons, beginning and ending with Q putting the humanity on trial (with the crew of the Enterprise playing the role of defendant for the entire race) The series laid the groundwork for two spin-off series set in the same era (plus at least one that debuted after 2010, so I won’t be covering it), but those are tales for future reviews.

If you would like to watch the series it’s available on Paramount+, PlutoTV, or behind your favorite paywall. If you would like to see an episode reviewed, please let me know!

One quick note before I go: I would like to show the tale of the first Meeting of the Generations (which occurred during the filming of Star Trek V), as told by Wil Wheaton.

[DISCLAIMER: This is told entirely from Wheaton’s perspective, and I’m sure William Shatner has a different take on it, but given all the stories about Shatner over the years, I’m inclined to think this is closer to the truth]

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