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strawberrylemonz · 3 years

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Campfire Tales

Part 3 of my series! Thank you for 100+ followers!!!

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This is dedicated to both @petrichormeraki and @applepie1000

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“You’re gonna burn the ‘mallows”

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Calm down, you two”

Everyone was sitting around the campfire as Tommy brought out the sticks and marshmallows. He had already taken out the rest of the supplies to make snacks and drinks using the fire, doing his best to make sure that everyone was comfortable before he explained his time before joining the hermits.

“You doing alright?”

Tommy stiffened at the sound of being addressed so suddenly. Turning to his side, he saw his older brother smiling up at him. Tommy had been feeling very anxious since the group began their hike up to the campfire, so the sight was comforting for him. He returned the smile to his brother, who extended a hand out to him.

“Let me help you with those, Toms. Just sit down and relax for a bit. You’re probably very nervous.”

Now, Tommy would usually bite back with an overconfident comment, but Tommy didn’t feel like his usual self. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and handed Grian the remaining supplies. Grian, in turn, grabbed the supplies before sitting his little brother down on a seat. Ruffling his hair with affection, Grian handed Tommy some marshmallows before setting off to finish handing everything out.

“You get near that majestic cat, Iskall, and I will stab you”

“Okay, okay, I’m backing off.”

Peering up, Tommy saw Cleo scoop up a cat, before walking off to sit on a different log seat. Iskall, in turn, nervously laughed as if he just escaped death. ‘Wouldn’t be an understatement.’ Tommy thought with slight amusement. Iskall then turned to Tommy, smiling at the younger boy. Tommy, returned the smile, waving at the man. Iskall saw that as an invitation and proceeded to sit down next to Tommy on the log.

“Nervous?”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Well, yeah. You started to tone down on the cussing when we arrived at Pirate’s Pier. You stopped cussing in general when we took Captain Puffy’s ship to the campsite, and you haven’t cussed since. You’re also fidgeting around a lot.”

“Shit”

Iskall let out a laugh as Tommy shoved his face into his hands. Patting the young adult’s back with care, he did his best to comfort Tommy.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’ll understand if you decide to stop telling us. But don’t push yourself to either share past your comfort or to coop up all your feelings. It’s not healthy for you, and we’ll all attack you with care and affection until you feel better.”

Tommy barked out a laugh as he playfully pushed away Iskall’s face.

“That’s all you lot have been doing since I arrived. Been acting like I’m your baby brother, or some shit.”

“Well, that’s the case. At least, for one of us.”

At that, the two peered over to Grian, who was putting up the left over supplies with haste, obviously eager to begin unraveling his brother’s pain.

“He seems more hyper than usual”

“I’m pretty sure it’s on the account that he found out that his favorite raccoon is, in fact, his younger brother.”

“I hope he isn’t disappointed-”

Tommy was interrupted when a hand covered his mouth. Feigning irritation, Tommy peered over at the owner of the hand, Iskall. Quirking an eyebrow at him, Tommy gave a pointed look. Iskall huffed before removing his hand from Tommy’s mouth.

“What the hell was that for, Isk-”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t say what? Your name?”

“No, Tommy, not that. Don’t say anything about Grian being disappointed in you being his brother. The two of you have been acting like brothers since the day you two met. You guys are two peas in a pod, burrowing in bases together and pranking any fool who let their guard down. He is more than happy to have you as his brother.”

“How can you be so sure when you say that?”

“Because, Tommy, I saw how he reacted. The two of you obviously couldn’t see that well, with the two of you weeping up an ocean-”

“-Did not-”

“-Did too. Anyways, I saw his reaction to putting the pieces together. It was a whole new Grian, one we never got to see before. His facade fell the moment he saw who you were. Something changed in his eyes, and he held you with more pride and love than he ever did before. He’s more than happy to have you as family.”

Tommy furrowed his eyebrows before looking Iskall in the face. He wanted to doubt his words, he really did. He wanted to believe that he didn’t deserve so much of Grian’s love, that he didn’t deserve a special place in his heart. One look at Iskall’s face, however, was more than enough confirmation that he wasn’t being lied to. As much as Tommy wanted to avoid his brother’s love, he knew he couldn’t. All Tommy could do was to just pray to Clara that this brotherly bond would not be torn apart and bombed, just like his last two. He just wanted a family member he could rely on, not one that would break him with betrayal and miscommunication.

“What are you two talking about?”

Tommy peered up to see Grian standing there, munching on a melted marshmallow. Rolling his eyes, Tommy snorted at him as Iskall laughed.

“Talking about how much of a big man Toms is.”

“Hey! Watch the sarcasm! I am a big man!”

Grian snorted before sitting down on the other of Tommy, getting comfortable on the log. The two brothers shared a smile before Tommy faced the rest of the group.

“Everyone ready?”

A chorus of confirmation was given, a single nod to return them. Sighing, Tommy situated himself and cleared his throat.

“I’m severely grateful for all of you, truly. You’ve all looked past the fact that I was a bastard and decided to keep me around. You guys helped me come to terms with things that I once thought was impossible to come to terms with. You’ve all even helped me heal from those stupid, shitty triggers. I really don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t ended up here, especially looking back to where I was at my previous server.”

He saw everyone’s face gain some form of affection at his words. The pat on his back and the hand on his was all he needed to know that he woild go through with this. They’ve housed him and healed him for over 2 years, they deserved to know what they saved him from.

“Alright, it all started when I got an invite to Dream’s server, the Dream SMP.”

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Grian didn’t know how to react, how to feel. How could he? It’s not everyday that you find out that the amazing big brothers you idolized weren’t so amazing after all. How could the people that vowed to look after their baby brothers turn around and break the youngest one? Tommy claimed that everything was a misunderstanding, and that he deserved his punishments, but no one deserved punishments that severe.

“-I tried telling them how that made me feel, but Technoblade and Wilbur said that it had to stay in the pit. Tubbo tried to tell me that it wasn’t a big deal, but he was terrified of fireworks for so long after that. Not just fireworks, loud noises in general.”

Grian could tell how uneasy everyone was feeling, but they all understood not to prevent the boy from sharing. He had a lot of built up trauma that he tried forcing away, and that wasn’t healthy for him. He had to get everything off his chest, for the betterment of his mentality and health in general. Grian tried not to grimace as Tommy moved onto the death of the president, how he died of a heart attack. Doing his best to make sure his brother was comfortable, he periodically offered the younger boy drink and snack breaks in order to collect his thoughts. Tommy was grateful for these.

“-He was so mad that we reinstalled a person to be our leader, saying that we betrayed him, but that’s not the case! I promise you it wasn’t! I wouldn’t have intentionally betrayed someone that I saw as my brother, my idol, my...my friend.”

Grian put an arm around the slouching boy and after making a mental note to help him fix his posture offered him a hand. Tommy happily accepted the comfort, trying his best to compose himself.

“And then he...he...”

“What is it, Tommy? What did Techno do?”

“He asked me if I wanted to be a hero. I didn’t even get to properly answer him. I still remember his words, they are forever engraved in my brain. ‘You wanna be a hero, Tommy? Then die like one!’ Then he set fucking withers on my nation, my home. Pathetic, isn’t it? Haha, and that’s not the worst part! That wasn’t even the worst disaster to have happened on that stupid, cursed day. My nation was blown up, and when I had turned to see what happened, I saw Wilbur, standing there, laughing at the chaos. Next thing I knew, dad- er, Phil, he...he killed him. I lost Wilby. I couldn’t save him from his madness.”

His voice had gotten much quieter as he spoke about that painful day. If everyone wasn’t so quiet they would have missed it, the way Tommy’s voice broke and quivered. Trying not to break, he leaned into his older brother, not paying any attention to the height difference. Grian, in turn, was holding his little brother as if the world would crumble if he let go. His brother was dead, the other blinded by his personal morals. And his father, his hero, murdered his son in front of the others. Grian did his best to listen to what Tommy was saying, not wanting him to feel unsupported. He just sat there and listened.

“-He didn’t even say goodbye to me. He just stood there as Dream took me away. Ghostbur went along with me, which I was grateful for, but the company of a ghost can only go so far, especially when it’s of your late brother.”

No one could believe the burdens put upon the shoulders of these two boys. They shouldn’t have had to deal with any of this, yet they were forced to do so. They couldn’t get mad at Tubbo, he didn’t deserve to be despised after having to deal with such a stressful decision at such a young age. Iskall took over trying to comfort Tommy while Grian tried to drink as much water as he could, as if it would drown all the emotions he was feeling. He felt absolutely sick hearing what Dream put his baby brother through. He suddenly felt amazing at being a Dream slayer. He was sure Tommy would find comfort in that. Tommy eventually got to the end of his stay with Techno.

“I was hoping that he would understand why I didn’t stay, why I had to leave. As much as I care for him, he was feeding in to my negative thoughts, and I had to prevent myself from becoming everything I didn’t want to be. He didn’t get it, though. I still saw him as a friend, a brother, but he only saw me as a selfish traitor. He only saw me as someone who wanted to use him as a weapon. Phil called me a traitor, too, and they took down my tower. It’s okay, everyone sees them as ugly pieces of shit. Tubbo and I began to slowly heal our friendship as we prepared for Doomsday, but that’s when things got weird. As Tubbo and I went on a walk to discuss our plan, some weird portal opened up in the ground. I felt weightless as I fell in, and then I ended up here. I’ve been here with you guys ever since.”

Before he could say anything else, Tommy was engulfed into an embrace. Grian buried his brother’s face into his chest, kissing his brother’s hair as he rocked him back and forth. Iskall joined in and rubbed the boy’s back, Mumbo approaching and supporting Grian and Tommy’s weight so they wouldn’t fall. Xisuma stood behind the two, hand on Tommy’s shoulder. One by one, Stress, Scar, Joe, Tango, False, everyone began to join in on the comfort circle to give support to the brothers.

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Grian and Tommy had not detached from each other since the campfire. No one pointed that out, not this time. They just gave the birdie personal space with his raccoon of a brother. Everyone gave the two smiles, wishing them goodnight as they all left to stay in the lodging of their choosing in the adventure park. Tommy and Grian waved at them before turning to leave to their choice in lodging. After a while, they arrived to their destination, the Antarctic Empire. After standing in the hall and debating which room to stay in, they eventually decided to stay the night in Grian’s room. Once the were changed for bed, the two just sat on the bed, unsure whether or not they should talk about something or force themselves to sleep. Finally, sucking in a breath of confidence, Tommy spoke up.

“So, since festival week is in a few months, wanna help me plan our outfits and hand out fliers?”

#tommyinnit #hermit!tommy au #memories in the stars #memories in the stars au #I really need to think about other tags to put on these lmao #Grian Wilbur and Techno are triplets au #Grian is an Antarctic Prince #Grian Wilbur Techno and Tommy are brothers au

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bedlamsbard · 4 years

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Part 4 of the other side AU concept! This will probably be six parts in total. The AU is Backbone-based and uses Backbone backstory up until the present day.

Previous: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The air was hot and humid, making both Twi’lek women wince as the Ghost’s ramp opened. Hera looked automatically at Kanan, anticipating his indulgent grin, but he was looking straight ahead. There was nothing of her Kanan in him now – nothing of Kanan at all, just the Imperial Inquisitor left, the lethal sword hand of the Force clad in human raiment.

The sea was visible through the trees just to their left. The Imperial base here on Scarif was made up of an archipelago of small islands, connected via transit tubes. The salt tang of the water made her nose tickle; Hera half-expected it to be overlaid with the scent of blood. So many people had died here. So many good people, so many bad people, so many who had just been doing what they thought was right, both Rebel and Imperial. She had known and liked Cassian Andor, and a few of the other commandos who had gone with him to Scarif against orders. Chopper had actually gotten along with Cassian’s droid K-2SO, which had been a minor miracle.

Cassian should have lived to see the Rebellion succeed. So should Jyn Erso and Bodhi Rook and Admiral Raddus, everyone who had died at Scarif, at Yavin and Hoth and Endor and the hundreds of other engagements between the death the of the Republic and today. Bail and Breha Organa. Saw Gerrera. Her mother. Ezra and Kanan. They should all have lived.

The Death Star plans are here, Hera thought with shocked realization. Right here, right now. The battle station wouldn’t be complete for another six years, but most of the plans would still be accurate. And it would prove it existed.

She dragged her attention back to the present. There were stormtroopers standing guard on the vault-like entrance to the landing pad’s transit tube, eyeing them with clear distrust and a little fear. Kanan and the other Hera ignored them, striding forward in perfect step. Hera and Chopper followed, suspecting that she probably should have fallen in on Kanan’s other side for symmetry’s sake but knowing that she couldn’t manage it now.

The stormtroopers fell back before Kanan’s approach, one of them hitting the door control. The other Hera nodded a little to them as the four stepped inside; the doors closed with a frighteningly final sound before the transit car began to move.

“How are you planning to get into the vault?” Hera asked in a low voice.

The other woman tapped the code cylinders next to her rank badge. “ISB has access. So does the Inquisition. It will drop a flag, but I overwrote my access level with Agent Beneke’s so with any luck that won’t be immediate.” She glanced at Hera. “There aren’t a lot of nonhumans in the service. I’ve never actually met one of them, but I know there’s at least one woman in the ISB, a Togruta. That’s who your creds will read as if you have to use them.”

“I’m not a Togruta,” Hera pointed out.

“I know, I changed it in the system to read as a Twi’lek and replaced her image with yours. It shouldn’t end up mattering unless someone here has met her. Most people don’t bother checking creds when there’s an Inquisitor in the room.” She smiled at Kanan, who tilted his head a little in acknowledgment but didn’t speak. “Besides, most humans can’t tell nonhumans apart.”

“Twi’leks and Togruta are very different,” Hera said, startled.

“Most humans are stupid,” the other Hera said. “Present company excluded.”

Kanan snorted softly.

Hera held back her automatic response, which was something along the lines of, You spend too much time with Imperials. It wasn’t that she hadn’t run into that problem within the Alliance or among civilians, but it hadn’t happened more than a dozen times since she had left Ryloth.

The other woman flicked a sideways glance at her, but didn’t say anything else. They stood in silence until the transit car deposited them at the Citadel Tower, the doors sliding open to reveal wide gray corridors filled with more Imperials than Hera was, frankly, comfortable being near – stormtroopers and shoretroopers moving in formation, officers and technicians, security droids and a few astromechs –

She squared her shoulders and reminded herself that as far as anyone was concerned, her borrowed uniform was hers and she was as much an Imperial officer as any of them. She followed Kanan and the other Hera out of the transit car, Chopper rolling along beside her. She was interested to note that Kanan’s mere presence cleared their way without him having to do anything more – a few officers actually jumped out of the way when they saw him coming. If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

Gone, Hera’s mind gibbered silently as they made their way down the long corridors. All gone. Kanan had been one thing; but this part of Scarif was simply gone, vaporized by the Death Star. She would have had the same reaction had she gone to Jedha or Alderaan – she had been expecting to have to do the latter.

No one stopped them. They arrived at the entrance to the data vault to find a single technical officer at the data station outside the vault’s heavy doors. She looked up at their approach, then did a double-take. “Sir – ah – Inquisitor –”

Kanan tipped his head a little. The other Hera stepped forward, her expression cool, and slid her code cylinder out of its pocket. “We require access to the vault,” she said. “ISB-327, ISB-398, INQ-065. Authorization, ISB Five Nine Seven Eight Aurek Senth Isk Three Nine Two.”

The technical officer’s eyes were still fixed on Kanan as she took the code cylinder with shaking hands. It took her three tries to get it inserted. Hera held her breath, watching and wishing that she had a blaster just in case, but at last the data station chirped approval. The technical officer handed back the code cylinder and touched a control on the console, opening the massive vault door behind her. “You’re – you’re cleared, ma’am – ah – Inquisitor. What files are you –”

“We’ll recover them,” the other Hera said, sliding the code cylinder back into her uniform pocket. “Take a caf break, Lieutenant.”

“I – I’m not supposed to –”

Kanan met her gaze. She squeaked and almost tripped stepping out from behind the data station.

“We’ll be done in fifteen minutes,” the other Hera said. “Come back then.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the technical officer said faintly. She gave them a wide berth, skating the wall until she reached the exit.

The other Hera let out her breath. “Chop, plug in. Find us that file – Cluster Prism, you said?”

“Cluster Prism,” Hera confirmed. “And Stardust.”

Kanan gave her a sharp look, and the force of that pale glare over the black mask staggered her for an instant. “You only said Cluster Prism before.”

“I – I’ll explain later. Just – let’s get those files.”

The other woman’s mouth compressed into a thin line, but she nodded to Kanan. “You get the files. Chop and I will stay here and locate them for you and head off anyone who comes calling.”

“Why you?” Hera said, a little surprised.

“An Inquisitor can’t stay out here,” she explained. “It looks bad. And my creds are real; yours aren’t.”

Hera nodded. As Chopper rolled over to the data station and plugged in, she and Kanan turned down the long, dark corridor to the data vault. The corridor let out into a harshly lit platform with a window that revealed the data vault itself – long columns that stretched out of sight up and down, each closely stacked with thousands of data files.

What the Rebellion wouldn’t do for all of this, Hera thought, looking up at them as Kanan bent over the computer station. Some of it – maybe most of it – wouldn’t be relevant anymore, but others would be. All the Emperor’s surviving projects that the Alliance knew about had been spread out between his successors, but Hera had no doubt that more of them were lurking out there, waiting to take the Alliance by surprise when they were least prepared for it. It would take months to retrieve and copy all the files here, though, and she didn’t have that kind of time.

Kanan was speaking quietly into the comlink on his left gauntlet. As Hera was looking up at the data vault, she saw a green light flash to her right and a little below her line of sight. “That’s Cluster Prism,” Kanan said, removing his mask and hooking it to his belt. “You’ll have to use the handles.”

Hera supposed that with the sheer mass of data here there wasn’t really a more efficient method. She stepped up to the window and grasped the handles, turning them this way and that until she got the hang of their movement. It wasn’t too different from flying a starfighter, actually, if less exciting; she supposed the adrenaline rush of stealing data from the Empire made up for it. She was able to retrieve the Cluster Prism file from its location and bring it over to the window, where it slid into the drawer at the base.

“I’ll get the Stardust file while you copy that,” Kanan said.

Hera nodded and took it over to the computer set into the wall, pulling a blank datacard out of her jacket. Modern datacards could store almost twice as much as they had been able to a decade earlier, so with any luck it would transfer without difficulty as long as the computer could still read it. She held her breath as she inserted the card, then let out a relieved sigh as it slid into the slot. The bulky data file took a big more finagling, but after a moment it beeped confirmation as Hera set the computer to copy it over.

Kanan came up behind her, another data file in his hand. “What is this one?” he asked.

“It’s the plans for something called the Death Star,” Hera said.

His eyebrows shot up. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Hera grimaced. “No. And it’s not for the Alliance; we already have those plans. I want to give that to someone in this universe, to prevent what happened in mine from happening here. If you and Hera don’t mind making a stop after we leave here –”

“What’s the Death Star?”

“It’s a battle station,” Hera said, wincing at the memory. “A massive battle station the size of a small moon, capable of destroying a planet.”

“That’s not possible.”

“It is,” Hera said. “I’ve seen it.” She glanced back at him. “That’s what happened to Scarif. The Empire destroyed their own base in an attempt to keep the Alliance from getting the plans, but the commando team here had already transmitted them to the Rebel fleet.” She didn’t bother going into the details between the Death Star at full planet-destroying capacity and the lesser havoc it had wrought on Jedha and Scarif. With any luck, this universe would never have to know.

“And who do you want to give the plans to?” Kanan asked. “There’s nothing like a – a rebel alliance, not right now, anyway. Just a lot of partisan groups that operate in different systems and sometimes share information.”

“There will be,” Hera said with certainty. “There’s someone I can give them to. I have a message for him anyway. It’s who I would have gone to if you hadn’t agreed to help me.”

He didn’t ask why she wasn’t naming her contact here, not in the middle of an Imperial base.

The computer beeped as it finished copying the Cluster Prism file and spat out both the original file and the data card. Hera switched over to a new data card and exchanged the Cluster Prism file for the Stardust one while Kanan went to return it to its original location.

“What will you do?” she asked Kanan as he came back over. “Once we’ve left here, I mean. You can’t go back to the Empire.”

He shook his head, though his eyes were shadowed. “Hera wants to see her family,” he said. “And we do know where Free Ryloth is right now – the ISB keeps track of the fleet’s location, even if they usually don’t do anything with that.” He glanced sideways at her and added carefully, “She doesn’t talk about her family, but she was upset when you said your mother was dead.”

“If it’s any help,” Hera said, “my father liked Kanan. More than he liked me sometimes, to be honest.”

The corner of his mouth curled up. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I left home when I was eighteen,” Hera said. “My father has never really understood why, even today. He thinks I should have stayed on Ryloth. Not that he was trying to keep me safe, but he thinks I should have been fighting the Empire back home instead of somewhere else. It’s not that I don’t know that he loves me, but he’s always resented that I decided to prioritize fighting the Empire over fighting for Ryloth. He does love Jacen, though,” she added, and Kanan’s face did something complicated.

“What is he like?” he asked. “Your son, I mean.”

Hera glanced down, smiling. “He’s smart. He likes animals – every time we’re back on Lothal, half a dozen Loth-cats and sometimes a Loth-wolf turn up at the Ghost to say hello, and the blurrgs on Ryloth love him. I think he’ll be a good pilot, too, he’s already got the reflexes. He’s – he’s a very happy child. I just don’t see him enough.” She looked up at Kanan again. “Ah – a friend of mine says he’s Force-sensitive, but it might not last.”

“It doesn’t always at that age,” Kanan said. “You can usually tell, but not always.” He frowned a little, as if in memory, but didn’t explain further. “He sounds like a good kid.”

“He is,” Hera said. “I wish –” She didn’t go on, relieved when the computer beeped it conclusion. She retrieved the data card, handed the file to Kanan to return, and made sure both data cards were clearly labeled. The last thing she needed to do was turn up back in her own timeline with outdated Death Star plans instead of the Cluster Prism ones.

He had his mask back on by the time she turned around. They left the vault to join the other Hera, who was standing next to the data station with Chopper. “Got them?” she asked.

Hera nodded.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“Do you normally get this reaction?” Hera asked after the Ghost had left Scarif behind and was ascending upwards towards the shield gate. The traffic control officer had been ecstatic to see them go, in a subdued, Imperial kind of way. “They practically threw us offworld.”

“Imperials hate Inquisitors as much as everyone else does,” Kanan said, his hands on the co-pilot’s controls and his gaze fixed straight ahead. “They especially don’t like having me around; I scare the blazes out of them.”

“Why?” Hera said, startled. She had never seen any Inquisitors other than from a distance, but she didn’t think that Kanan was worse than the ones her crew had intercepted.

“Because I’m human,” Kanan said, his voice even. “There were one or two others when the Inquisition started out, but these days I’m the only one. Everyone else is a nonhuman, and that’s the way the Emperor likes it, since it keeps the rest of the service on their toes. As far as they’re concerned, the aliens can do what they want to each other, but once a human’s in the mix –” He stopped abruptly, a muscle working in his jaw.

His Hera shot a sideways glance at him, a little grief in her eyes. Kanan’s gaze cut towards her briefly and he went on, “Most Imperials don’t like the reminder that they’re just vulnerable as all the alien rebels out there. And they take orders from a nonhuman Inquisitor easier than they do from me. And when I was in the field with my master –” He stopped abruptly.

He was silent as they slipped through the shield gate and began to move past the star destroyers. The other Hera had a short exchange with the traffic control officer onboard the gate, then they proceeded past the star destroyers and went to hyperspace as soon as they were out of range of the planet’s gravity well. The girl got to her feet and said, “I’m going to change,” leaving Kanan and Hera alone in the cockpit.

He started to strip off his armor without looking at her. Hera unfastened the top of her jacket, but said, “If you want to tell me what happened – she doesn’t know, does she?”

“No.” He put his fingers to his forehead, looking weary. “A lot of junior officers are around the same age as me,” he said finally. “Stormtroopers too. My master –” He touched his notched ear, but it was clear that the injury wasn’t what he was thinking about. “By most standards,” he said haltingly, “my master didn’t treat me – well, I guess. And I’m human, and except for the uniform look pretty much the same as most of them. And I’ve got the right accent,” he added, this last in such pure upper-class Coruscanti that it made Hera’s back teeth ache. The first time she had heard her Kanan use it she had almost jumped out of her own skin.

“My master hurt me pretty badly,” Kanan went on, not looking at her. “And he didn’t really care who saw him do it. Imperials really don’t like seeing a Pau’an do – that – to a nice human boy. And even in uniform I look right, and I sound right, and – there was nothing they could do about how he treated me, though if they were high-ranking enough they could at least tell him to take it to his own tent or cabin or whatever.”

“Which didn’t make it any easier for you,” Hera said gently.

Kanan rubbed his knuckles across his scarred jaw. “No. But I was never paying much attention to anything besides him at the time, unless he told me to. And he didn’t do that when we were in camp – on base – whatever. I didn’t really realize any of that had been going on until the first time Hera and I were on an op with someone who had seen me with him.”

“How did that go?”

“He was a friend of Hera’s. He was scared out of his mind for her. That was three months ago, by the way.” He touched his fingers to his forehead, looking unspeakably weary. “My master didn’t think he was being cruel. And I didn’t – I didn’t really realize it either, not by the point when they were letting me out in the field with him.”

“When was the last time you saw him?” Hera asked, tentative.

“Last week.” He shot a sideways glance at her. “I had to go back to the Crucible to check in. The Whip won’t let us be in the same room alone together anymore – which is not on my behalf by any means. He just doesn’t like the Hunter.” He looked down at his hands. “She doesn’t know and she’s not going to.”

“Who’s the Whip?”

“He’s the head of the training facility at the Crucible – Inquisition headquarters, I mean.” Kanan ran a weary hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tell you all that.”

“I asked,” Hera said.

He shook his head. “She doesn’t know. She can’t know. She can’t. She can’t.”

“Kanan –” Hera began uncertainly. The helpless grief on his face was utterly unfamiliar. Hera had seen it before on Alliance soldiers who had seen too much combat, Imperial deserters who had finally hit their breaking point, freed prisoners finally seeing the outside of an Imperial prison – but not on Kanan.

The door slid open behind her. The other Hera came past her in a rush, putting her arms around Kanan as he buried his face in her shoulder. After a moment he raised his head and looked at her, anguished; she cupped her hands around his face and tipped her forehead against his, murmuring to him.

Hera got to her feet, fighting down her wave of irrational hurt. “Can I use your comm unit?” she asked quietly, not wanting to disturb them.

“There’s one in my room,” the other Hera said without looking up. Kanan’s hands came up to grip her upper arms, tears streaming silently down his face.

Hera slipped out of the cockpit.

Later she sat by the comm unit in the other Hera’s cabin – her cabin – with her head tipped back against the wall. She was balancing her holoprojector on her knee, looking at the old hologram of Kanan.

He should have been here.

Hera sighed and dragged her gaze out of the past, looking around the room. It was scrupulously neat, with uniforms hung on a hook on the wall. Unlike Hera’s own cabin, there were no Twi’leki designs painted on the walls; the only real sign of personality was a discarded silk robe draped over the back of a chair. Hera recognized it; her Kanan had given her the same one the year after they had met.

The comm unit beeped. Hera leaned over to read the transmission, then sent back the correct code. There was a chance this wouldn’t work – but the response came almost immediately. Hera noted the coordinates and got up.

She found the other Hera alone in the cockpit, her head in her hands. She looked up as Hera came in, tear streaks on her face. “What?”

“Can you go to these coordinates?”

“Yeah.” She sat back as Hera leaned over her to input them in the navicomputer. “Kanan said you wanted to meet with someone else while you were here. Is it –”

“It’s probably better if I take the Phantom,” Hera said. “I don’t think it will take long.”

The other woman looked like she was too tired to argue. “Take Chopper with you.” She glanced at the coordinates. “I’ll let you know when we’re there.”

Hera didn’t want to push her. She started to leave, but the girl said suddenly, “He thought I didn’t know.”

Hera stopped, then went back to her.

“He was so badly hurt,” the girl whispered. “And I did notice when Cado found out about him being with me. And I saw him with that – that Pau’an. He doesn’t know I saw them.” She looked at her hands, helpless. “How could he think I didn’t know?”

Hera put a hand on her shoulder. For a moment the other woman resisted, then her face crumpled and she leaned forward, crying silently as Hera took her in her arms.

They came out of hyperspace in an unoccupied system. The star was a distant gleam just visible through the Phantom’s viewport, with a handful of planets unable to support life doing their slow dance around it. The other ship in the system was too far away to make out with the naked eye, its running lights blending in with the star field behind it.

“Detaching now,” Hera said, hitting the control on the dash.

“Acknowledged.” The other Hera’s voice was clear and calm, as if having something to do was helping her grief. Hera suspected it did. “We’ll be here waiting, Phantom.”

Hera gripped the control yoke and eased the Phantom forward out of the dock. It gave her an uneasy feeling of déjà vu; she had forgotten that it would be the original Phantom and not the Phantom II until she had walked onboard.

Chopper muttering to himself was a familiar background sound as she brought the Phantom out of the Ghost’s dock and set her course for the ship showing up on her nav console. She flew by instrument until she was close enough to see it through the viewport, then transmitted the code she had been given. A voice on the other end of the comm, fuzzy with encryption, told her what to do.

The corvette’s dock was only meant for speeders and skiffs, not a shuttle the size of the Phantom. Hera docked at the airlock she was instructed to and shut down the Phantom except for the magnetic clamp. She was met at the airlock by three crewmembers in familiar blue-and-gray uniforms; the female crewperson patted her down and came up with Hera’s holoprojector and the datacard with the Stardust file on it. After inspecting both, she handed them back to Hera. Chopper got scanned by another crewmember and complained the whole time.

They led Hera and Chopper through the familiar corridors of the corvette to a room that she knew very well. It was something she had expected but wasn’t prepared for, aware of places where there should have been dents or repairs made that were still spotless, or, in one case, where a hatch had been entirely replaced in her own time. The man sitting behind the table in the room stood up as she entered, and Hera fought back another wave of disorienting grief. She hadn’t known him well, hadn’t met him more than a handful of times, but she had known him.

“Senator Organa,” she said, resisting the urge to salute. “Thank you for seeing me. I’m Hera Syndulla.”

“A relative of Cham Syndulla, I presume?” he said. “Not the missing daughter.”

“Actually,” Hera said, “the answer to that is a little complicated. I am Hera Syndulla, but I’m not that Hera Syndulla. I’m from an alternate timeline, some years from now.”

Bail Organa’s eyebrows went up. “That’s a rather bold claim.”

“I have a message that might convince you,” Hera said. She took the holoprojector out of her pocket and slid it down the table towards him; she had switched out the datadisk inside before coming over.

Senator Organa took the holoprojector, inspected it briefly, and then set it back down on the table before activating it.

Leia Organa’s image sprang up between them. “Hello, Father,” she said. “If you’re seeing this, it’s because General Syndulla was able to reach you. I wish I could have come myself, but the method we used made that impossible. I know that what General Syndulla has told you will seem very unlikely, but I swear to you that it’s the truth. Please help her for the good of the Rebellion.” Leia’s voice and expression had been calm through all of this, but for an instant that cracked, and she added, “Father – Mother – I miss you,” in a voice that trembled a little. “There are some other holos on this datadisk. I don’t know if you’ll want to watch them or not, but they’re for you, both of you.” She took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Senator Organa paused the holo as it began to repeat. He looked at Hera through Leia’s transparent image as Hera tried to remember how old Leia would be now. Ten or eleven, she thought.

“General Syndulla?” he said.

“Of the Alliance to Restore the Republic,” Hera said. “Or the Rebel Alliance, as it’s more commonly known. The vote on the ratification of the New Republic will be held within a week, in my time. Emperor Palpatine has been dead for almost a year.” She met Senator Organa’s gaze and added, “Luke Skywalker was the one who sent me here.”

Senator Organa’s reaction was so slight that if Hera hadn’t been looking for it, she would have missed it.

“I assume I was executed by the Empire for treason,” he said.

“After a manner of speaking,” Hera said. She took the datacard out of her pocket and laid it on the table. “I don’t need your help. I was able to accomplish my mission with – um – local aid. But these are the plans that the Empire in my timeline to destroy Alderaan, a battle station called the Death Star.”

“To destroy –” He went as pale as his complexion allowed, which, like Kanan’s, wasn’t very.

“I think it won’t happen here,” Hera said.

“Leia,” Senator Organa said, his gaze on the hologram. “She was offworld?”

“Yes.” Unless he asked, Hera wasn’t going to tell him that she had been onboard the Death Star when Alderaan had been destroyed.

“I’m glad.” His voice was low, distracted. He looked at her suddenly. “Do you know what else is on this disk?”

Hera shook her head, though she could guess. If she had had any idea that there was a possibility of seeing her mother here, she would have brought more holos too.

Senator Organa activated the holoprojector again, switching it to the next hologram. In it, Leia sat at this same table in the other version of the Tantive IV, holding her young son in her lap. She looked a little tired, but then again not only were they still in the midst of the war but she had an infant only a few months old. Hera remembered how those days had been for her, though not terribly well since she had spent the entire time sleep-deprived.

“Hello, Father, Mother,” Leia said. “If you’re seeing this, then either you believe Hera or you’re looking for evidence one way or another. This isn’t meant to be evidence, but maybe it will be.” She swallowed. “Hera has probably told you what happened to Alderaan – what happened to you. I know that you can stop what’s coming and that your daughter will never have to feel the way I do.” She stopped as her son made a gurgling sound and waved one chubby fist; he was clutching a soft stuffed model of the Millennium Falcon in it that Chewbacca had made for him.

Leia lifted him up so that he faced the holoprojector. “Ben, can you say hello to Grandpapa and Grandmama?”

Senator Organa made a low, stunned sound; he looked like he had been poleaxed. Ben waved the Millennium Falcon vaguely in the direction of the holoprojector with Leia’s help, then she settled him back in her lap. “I wanted you to see some things,” Leia said. “I thought – Ben will have them when he’s older. But I wanted you to see them too, because my parents never had the chance.” She smiled, a little shaky. “I love you, Papa, Mama, and I miss you. I wish you were here.”

Senator Organa put his hand down on the holoprojector, pausing it. “Can you wait?” he asked Hera, sounding like he was suddenly having a hard time breathing. “I’ll have refreshments sent up.”

“I can wait as long as you need,” Hera said. She hesitated, then said, “I – can take something back. If you want.”

He nodded distractedly and left the room without saying anything else. Hera sat down in one of the empty chairs at the table and looked at Chopper. “That could have gone worse.”

He told her that it still could, sounding so exactly like her own Chopper that for a few moments Hera could have been back on the Tantive IV in her own timeline, waiting for Leia to finish feeding her infant son before she joined Hera for the most recent reports from the front.

Kanan was sunk so deep in meditation that the world had frayed apart at the edges, leaving him with only the breathtaking clarity of the Force. He didn’t like going that deep; it had left him uneasy even when he had been a child back in the safety and security of the Jedi Temple. At the moment he wanted that clarity; nothing had been clear to him since he had gone to the Crucible, except at those times when the drugs the Inquisition sometimes used had sent him this deep into the Force. He hadn’t liked what he had seen then.

He could sense Hera sitting in the cockpit, fiddling listlessly with her datapad. Her grief stained the Force; Kanan fought down the urge to go to her and let himself sink deeper into the Force instead. Emotion bled away; he was aware of his tie to the Hunter stretching out from him, connecting him to the other Inquisitor. He didn’t know how to break that bond save by killing the Hunter, and he didn’t know if he could do that without dying himself; the Hunter had bound them together so tightly that back at the Crucible, they had breathed in unison, heartbeats matching each other; he had turned his head and Kanan had done the same without even thinking about it. Kanan hadn’t had to speak to him by the end; the Hunter already knew what he was going to say.

He sank further into the Force; if he lingered too long at this level the Hunter might well sense his attention and yank on that tie like Kanan was an anooba on a leash. Kanan didn’t want to deal with that until he absolutely had to.

The Jedi taught that they were the Force. Kanan felt it now; his physical body was a fading memory, the old agony of injuries nothing more than a shimmer someone else had felt. They weren’t just his injuries, either; he felt a lightsaber burn slash across his eyes, a vibroblade take off his hand at the wrist, flames roar up around him. He was back in his body now, but not his own body. He opened his eyes, but saw nothing but darkness. Shut them again, and was alone with the Force.

No, not alone.

Somewhere in the dark, a wolf howled.

Hera returned to the Ghost feeling more exhausted than the excursion should have left her. She was carrying a shoulder bag with a small box in it; she hadn’t asked what was in the box and Bail Organa hadn’t offered that information.

Kanan met her at the foot of the ladder in the common room. “Did you get what you needed?” he asked.

“I think so,” Hera said. She frowned at him; he looked tired, but also somehow triumphant, and there was something uneasily familiar about it that she couldn’t identify.

His Hera was standing near the door; she knelt down to smile at Chopper as Hera stepped out of the way so that he could descend. He rolled over to her and began a diatribe about how rude the senator’s people had been. They hadn’t been; he just didn’t like being scanned.

Kanan bit his lip, then said carefully, “Hera – I think I can get Kanan, your Kanan. Do you want me to try?”

#cut scenes and concept writing #other side au tag #as always comments are appreciated

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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sanjivani 15.10.19 lb

rahil playing cuuuuuuuuuupid.

this one’s getting antsy again. and not in a good way.

why do i always end up falling for these kunals playing sassy poets (who are sadly relegated to playing supporting) in every damn show????? i really have a type huh?????

ouff this one's idk what what insecurities and complexes are jaaging.

siddhant’s mental issues be like....

ugh.

pft. i hate him so much. (also, whatcha wanna bet that once she gets mad at this bribery attempt, he'll be like oh no this isn't for you.)

yeah knew it.

man gtfo here with your manipulative bs.

"i'm..... not interested mr. vardhan. iss liye mujhe baar baar uncomfortable feel karwaana bandh kijiye." OH DAMN. HAVEN'T SEEN A CLEARER REFUSAL IN TELLYWOOD EVER.

but watch them go ahead and invalidate it within an episode or two, because ladki ki naaaaaaa mein hi toh haaaaan chupi hoti haiiiiiiii!

UGH DIE IN A FIRE MAN.

lmaooooo rahil is STILL shouting bad shayari at sid. i love this idiot so much.

is this asshole JUST realising that she's in love with him rn? OH MY GOD SID YOU ARE LITERALLY THE FUCKING DUMBEST.

rahil literally like ok i'm tired of telling you everyday, this is getting real boring for me now, please just do something already.

woop.

OH ANJALI. REALIZE YOUR GAY LOVE FOR JUHI ALREADY AND MAKE THIS SHOW BETTER.

OH ANJALI, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. FUCKING HELL.

oh boy, this one is quoting back shayari at him. iske andar ka ypntkh waala siddhant jaag gaya, who has to use bhaari bharkam literature to win intellectual arguments.

jesus what kinda sad boy bulllllllllshit.

meanwhile, idhar..........

chandni is hella cute, my dudes. iss scene mein asha waala accent bhi achcha hai. bas barkaraar rahe, instead of disappearing every other scene.

rahil is us, horrified at learning the extent of sid's mental issues......... hain, pata tha. PAR ITNAAAAAA??? re devaaaaaaaaaaaa.

but also this scene is just sooooooooo overdramatic in tone. so outta sync for the rest of this show.

oh yeah, i really like chandni. she's mega cute.

rahil trying to backtrack but masti mazaak zyaada ho gaya.

like getting out of a beanbag isn't already hard enough on your own?

also lol how awkward must it have been to film this? i saw a bts and it seemed like surbhi had to keep squirming on top of namit for like a relentlessly long time. i could never have been an actor. ever.

oh sid.

"tum na, thoda for granted le rahi ho humare iss relationship ko. main tumhara senior hoon, toh jab tak koi medical emergency na ho mere aas paas aake itna free mat hua karo."

OMFG BITCHHHHHHHHHHHH KAUN KISKE SAATH FREE HO RAHA THA

alexa, play achcha sila diya tune mere pyaar ka.

what ateeet? is this about your najaayaz thing or jfc, is there a raima type situation here too? abbe yaar, you assholes and your goddamned ateets. WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKERS JUST GET THERAPY??????? GOING AROUND UNLOADING YOUR BS ON UNSUSPECTING INNOCENTS. YOU KNOW, WE HAVE OUR OWN PARENTAL ISSUES AND THE PATRIARCHY TO DEAL WITH ALREADY, WITHOUT YOUR ADDED FUCKERY THAT YOU PROJECT ON TO US.

god i am sooooooooooooooooooo glad ishani has asha. GIRL LOVE!!!!!!!!!! THE PUREST THERE IS AND WHAT WILL SAVE YOUR GODDAMN LIFE WHEN ALL GOES TO SHIT!!!!!!

painkiller ka injection for whom???? for some patient or......? coz filhaal toh painkiller ki zaroorat toh isko hai. seedha central line hi daal do, to deliver it straight to his heart.

lmaooooooooooooooo overdramatic siddhu like "painkiller se bhi yeh dard nahi jayega, sister. yeh dard kabhiiiii nahi jayega."

idk siddhu, have you tried tramadol? that shit gooooooooood.

nurse is like bitch i'm talking about a patient, not whatever the fuck dumbass issues you're having rn.

great, ishani has moved right on to having a panic attack. satyanaaaaaaash ho tera, siddhant. iss ladki ko kya kam masle the, ki tune free-fund mein aake do darjan aur de diye????

asha gonna start crying too. lord, men are honestly the worst.

ishani is all i've been alone all my life i don't wanna lose dr. sid and asha's like bitch tf am i here for then???

ishani is all about that heterosexual nonsense though. pachtaogi, behen. sisters before stupidass misters.

oh boy asha, your dadi was wrong. hella wrong. please don't kasssssske pakadofy the people you love. like hold them gently and let them know you're there for them; don't fucking forcibly tie them to yourself and stifle the fuck outta them and call that shit "pyaar".

that's all this one needed to hear tho. ohhhhh boy.

lbr tho, this is ishani’s *REAL* love story. team #IshAsh for liiiiife.

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lmaoooooooo ishani continues to be a straight disaster (pun intended) by running riiiiiiiight into a glass door.

wtf is a "badkismati ka saaya"; bitch i'll kill you. 😒😒😒

#sanjivani #sj lbs #episode liveblogs

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tylerdown13rw · 5 years

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D.H 2: Judge

requested: yes!

Could you do a Diego with a plus size reader maybe he introduces her to the family and feels like they judge her or she sees him box and girls all over him isk so she has anxiety or soemthing and maybe involve his stutter somehow idk any plus size thing you have inspiration for

Diego x plus size reader

I decided to put these two requests together! Hope you enjoy reading this and if you have any requests, be sure to let me know!

It was 9P.M on a Friday night, and usually Diego and you would be sitting on your couch, watching a good movie and enjoying yourselves. But once a month, that was different. The boxing club that Diego was a part of, threw a fight once a month. It was not training and the fights were just for fun, a get together you could call it. There were multiple fights scheduled for tonight, so ofcourse you went with Diego to support him.

You had met Diego when the two of you were just nineteen, and you could say that it was love at first sight. Just everything about him was amazing, and in your eyes, he was perfect.

“Hey babe, are you ready?“

You can hear Diego calling from upstairs. You take one more glance into the mirror, happy with your outfit that Diego had picked out earlier. It was just a simple black outfit, with some silver accessoires. “I’m coming!” You walk out of the bedroom, making your way downstairs to Diego, who was patiently waiting in the livingroom.

“Damn, my girl is looking great!“ He jumps up and presses a kiss on your forehead, taking your hand in his before walking to the front door. “Let’s go!“ Diego excitedly walks towards the car, opening the door for you. You sit down on the seat and laugh at Diego, he was always as respectful as someone could be.

After a couple a minutes you had reached the gym already, multiple cars were parked and people were walking into the building already. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s go,” he smiles, and after you both got out of the car he locked it, taking your hand and walking into the building. The two of you part, as Diego went and got ready for his fight. You walked towards the bar, ordering a drink as you waited for everything to start.

You talk to some poeple that were sitting around you, laughing and joking around. Then, the lights turn off and the big lights that were pointed at the fighting stage turned on. Everyone, including you, start cheering, and a spotlight follows the two fighters that were walking to the stage. Diego looks around, spotting you and winking before stepping on the stage.

And that is how it went for the rest of the evening. You watched the fights, talked to your friends and cheered the whole night long. Nights like this were so much fun. You did not go out a lot, but when you did, you always had a good time. But, ofcourse you knew that Diego would get a lot of female attention, and most of the times, it ended up in you being insecure.

Ofcourse, Diego was not even close to being unattractive, so you completely understood those girls. Not to forget that he used to be a superhero, so he knew all those different kind of skills for fighting, making him look amazing when he was doing what he loves, but the attention he got made you think.

All the bad thoughts you would have about yourself got washed away when he smiled at you, taking your hands in his and looking into your eyes. Even though that always happened, you still felt the glares and you still heard the whispers.

You knew that, in society’s eyes, your figure did not look beautiful. You knew that they thought you were unhealthy, did not work out and were lazy. But, you weren’t. Usually, you would work out at the gym where Diego goes boxing.

To add to the list, people are mean. There is no way around it. If one person doesn’t say their comment out loud, someone else will. And that is exactly what happened right now. A group of girls were looking at Diego, but you could hear them talk about you.

“As if, to be honest, he should be dating you, not.. her.”

You sip your drink, breathing in deeply, hoping that it won’t end up in you having to fight someone. You just had to keep one thing in your mind, the fact that Diego and you had been together for só long. He had chosen you, like you chose him. You chose eachother, and you would stay together forever.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the last fight of this evening!”

Everyone cheers, excited with the outcome, even if they lost. All the fighters join eachother on stage, cheering together with everyone. Diego stands on there too, a proud smile on his face. Everyone then walks off, and you make your way to the stage, excited to see Diego and spend the rest of the night with him. But, at the same time as you do, the girls also went.

By the time you were at the stage, girls were surrounding your boyfriend already. You roll your eyes, standing a couple of metres away from them. It was actually kind of funny, you could clearly see the annoyance on Diego’s eyes, but ofcourse they would not care about how he felt. Diego keeps looking around, his eyes scanning the room as he looks for you. His facial expression changed when he found you, pushing past the girls before embracing you in a hug.

“You did so good,“ you smile, melting into his arms. You see the girls looking at you, a mad look on their face before they walk away. “I love you so much,“ you mumble, leaning back as you look at his face. Even after all these times you said this, he still slightly blushes whenever you say ‘I love you‘. “I l.. lo.. I love.. I love you too,“ he whispers back.

Even if he could not say it out loud as easy as he wanted, he definitely meant it everytime he said it.

#umbrella academy #umbrella academy imagine #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves imagine #tua imagine

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blueangelicrose · 5 years

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Reset : Welcome to the Underground: Chapter 1

It was eighteen years ago on a stormy night at Ebott village. The stiff madam of the Ebott orphanage was making her rounds when a sudden knock came to the door. She walked swiftly to the front door as fast as she could. All the meanwhile the knocking kept getting louder and louder. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Who in their right mind would be visiting here in the middle of this atrocious night?!" As she grumbled her way to the front door, she noticed that the knocking abruptly stopped. She thought it was strange and as she opened the door, she nervously looked around and saw that no one was there. "Well isn't that strange. I thought I heard someone knocking at the front door...." She stopped in mid sentence when she heard small crying coming from right at her feat. It was a small newborn infant that had been wrapped up in a purple blanket that had a strange insignia on it. The small child was placed and tucked in lovingly in a small carrying basket. And tucked along with the child was a book on monsters and myths. The madam quickly took in the child inside and dried off the small baby girl. "Goodness me! What a way of getting rid of a child. Whoever did this must've been desperate!" The small infant kept crying and crying for a mother that would never come. The madam tried soothing the infant but no matter how hard she tried to calm her down, nothing would work. And it wasn't till a letter that fell out of the book, that she finally had the answers. The letter from the mother said that she had no choice but to give up her beloved baby girl. And in order to calm the baby down the best way was to sing her to sleep a song that was written on the back of the letter:

"Let's go in the garden you'll find something

waiting. Right where you had left it, lying

upside down. When you finally find it, you'll

see how it's faded, the underside is lighter

when you turn it around. Everything stays~

right where you left it~ everything stays~ but

it still changes. Ever so slightly, daily and

nightly. In little ways when everything

stays~.

Let's go in the forest, all the birds are

singing~ have them play for you a very

special sound. So if you're ever frightened,

let the melody protect you~. For they will

bring you to me, when the sun goes down.

Everything stays right where you le~ft it.

Everything stays~ but it still changes. Ever

so slightly, daily and nightly~ in little ways

when everything stays~. Ever~ so slightly,

daily, and nightly. In little ways when

everything stays~. (Song by Adventure Time/additional lyrics by PurpleRoselyn on YouTube).

And just like that, the baby stopped crying.

Eighteen years later to the day, the once crying and frail baby girl had blossomed into a wonderful young lady. This young lady's name was---- "Fri~isk!!!! Are you almost ready?!" As the madam called out her name, Frisk replied, "Yes! I'm almost ready! Whoops! I almost forgot my book." Young Frisk was at the age on her 18th birthday where she could finally go off on her own without the madam worrying about her. The book, "Monsters and Myths of the World", was the only piece of her that she had received from her real mother. Written on the front inside of the book was her first name and then the initials "S. E." Frisk had no idea why her real mother chose to do this but regardless, she was grateful that her mother had given her a name or even cared too. Frisk knew a lot of the orphans there that had no names, at least officially, and would do anything to get a name. Because to them, if you had a name, you had a place to belong too. And Frisk having a name, made her very privileged among the orphans. Sometimes it was a good thing and sometimes, not so much. She had friends in the orphanage, but she also encountered bullies that wanted to take their anger out on her. Of course her friends and the madam stepped up to interfere with this harassment. But the hatred and jealousy still remained.

Frisk shook those negative thoughts away and quickly packed her book along with the camping gear that she had in her large backpack. For her birthday she wished for nothing more than to go camping/monsterhunting out on Mount Ebott as practice for the real thing out in the real world. The madam, at first was hesitant at this. And she expressed her concerns very thoroughly to Frisk. Frisk rolled her eyes and persuaded her that she would be fine. Although the rumors of children going missing while climbing Mount Ebott over the years did somewhat trouble her. What if there was a ferocious beast on the loose? Or a psycho mountain man protecting his moonshine? But Frisk knew the reason why the madam was scared for her to go. It was the same reason why no one in the village dared to go near the mountain.

A long time ago, around 300 years. There lived 2 races of living beings. Monsters and humans. They once lived in harmony and got along with each other. The humans shared their knowledge and technology with the monsters and the monsters in turn shared their magic with the humans. Together they lived in harmony. But one day a human soul was absorbed by a monster that the people thought that was harmless. They were terrified of the unknown abilities that the monsters had. And thus the humans, with great ignorance, started a war with the monsters. After great loss and tragedy, the monsters had lost. The humans thus sealed the monsters in Mount Ebott using the same magic that the monsters had gifted to the humans. The only flaw to this seal was if seven human souls were to be absorbed by a monster and thus that monster would gain the power to break the barrier for all monster kind.

Frisk had her doubts as to believe whether if that story was true or not. But she didn't care. From what she read about monsters from her history books and, of course, her inherited book of monsters, she loved them. She wanted to meet one and possibly befriend one, and prove once and for all, that monsters are loving creatures and the humans have nothing to be afraid of. And she was very much DETERMINED to do so. The madam requested and pleaded to Frisk one last time reconsider going. "Madam Gertrude! I'm officially 18 now and am old enough to make my own decisions! I am not one of those wandering children that got lost in the mountain! I'll be fine. I'll come back after the weekend." With a hug and kiss goodbye, Frisk set off to the bus station.

When the bus arrived, she climbed aboard and sat down on one of the back seats. Half an hour or so later, the bus went as close as it could go near the mountain until Frisk yelled, "Stop the bus! This is my stop!" The bus driver looked at her then looked at the mountain, and then back to her with a brow raised. "Are you crazy lady?! No one that has come up the mountain has never gone back down!" But Frisk insisted that she had to go. The bus driver just rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever lady. If you're not back by the end of this weekend I'm calling the cops for a search party. Ya hear?!" Frisk smiled and thought, "Geez, that's what madam Gertrude said. Am I in over my head on this one?" She bid the driver farewell and started walking to the base of the mountain. As she stared at the looming forest in front of her, she gulped. "Well, too late to turn back now Frisk." As she started her ascent on the mountain, she couldn't help notice that the woods had an omninous aura. No birds were singing and no signs of little animals were no where to be seen or heard.

She decided to set up camp when she was already half way up the mountain. She put half of her stuff in her tent, while she looked around for a river nearby for some water and food. But as she walked on and on, she noticed a gaping hole in the mountain that was covered with vines. Something about that hole seemed suspicious to Frisk so she tried to avoid it. But unfortunately, fate had other plans for her. She had unfortunately tripped over one of the vines and fell into the hole.

End of chapter 1.

To be continued in chapter 2.

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mysticmcu · 5 years

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A to Z, smut edition | sw

fandom: supernatural

character: sam winchester

request: yes | no

warnings: smut, duh. some kinks, too. dirty talk. you understood, right?

Aftercare − what they’re like after sex

Sam is definitly the cuddly type. He loves to spoon you after sex and make small talk. The subject could differ from time to time, you could talk about future together and the next one about the new enemy.

Body part − their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s

When you asks him, he always answer your face, but you perfecty know it’s your ass. Being an hunter always put you in a lot of atlethic situations and because of that you always have to be fit.

Cum − anything to do with cum

He usally comes on your belly or in your mouth. He doesn’t want to have kids yet, so he tries not to come in you. But sometimes he get carried away by how much tight you are and forgot to pull before, even if he always wears a condom.

Dirty secret − a dirty secret of theirs

He loves to see you masturbate. When he’s the one to make you cum, he can only see you up close, only your face. Don’t get me wrong, he loves making you cum, but seeing you twitch on your own fingers, thinking it’s his, wake in him something that can only be classified as primal instinct.

Experience − how much are they experienced

Sam already have been with a lot of girls, that is know. Since the first time he touched you, you felt he knew what he was doing. With time he learnt every little spot that could turn you on faster.

Favourite position − goes without saying

Sam is a dom, you are a sub, so he’s always in charge. He’s favourite position is your feet over his shoulder, he in total control on every movement you do. In this way he can also push deeper inside you, two for one.

Goofy − if they are serious in the moment or not

Always serious in the actual act, maybe he can be goofy in the foreplay or aftercare. Infact he doesn’t talk at all, and when he does he just talk dirty.

Hair − how well groomed are they

He always tries to be well trimmed down there, but between hunts or the devil trying to possess him, he could forget.

Intimacy − every aspect of the moment

He will never hurt you for any reason in the world. You are the best thing that ever happend to him, and he is yours. He enjoy holding hands with you in public and soft kisses. Many times you two just sit in your bed reading books, you between his legs and his arm around your weist.

Jack off − masturbation

He doesn’t masturbate that much respectively then some years ago. This is probably because he know he has you now, but still, you cought him various times, usually during your period, in the bathroom a hand around his cock.

Kink − one or more of their kink

He likes BDSM, specifically biting, spanking and light choking. But more then anything he loves when in the heat of the moment you tug his hairs and arch your back.

Location − favourite places to do it

He doesn’t care. It could be a bed, kitchen counter, the wall or a table. He loves to do it in places, and times too, where anyone could find you. So sometimes you just go to the library to fuck.

Motivation − what turn them on

Turning on Sam is easier than what you thought. You could lightly stroke your hand on his croach and you could have him eating out of the palm of your hand.

No − what they wouldn’t do to you

He would never do something that could make you unconfortable. Before doing something new he always asks your consent, or the safety word.

Oral − giving or reciving

Eating you out is his masterpiece. The sync with which he moves his fingers inside you and he’s tongue on your clit, makes you cum in less then two minutes. He’s not the only one who’s great at oral. Everytime you give him a blowjob, he cums in your mouth fast as a shark.

Pace − fast or slow, rough or sensual

He’s rought and fast for most of the time. But sometime, for example when you need to flirt with someone for a case, he teases you for hours before making you cum.

Quickie − how often

You usually use quickies to apologize to him. This is one of the few times that you actually deep throat him. But you used it a couple times to make him shut up about a fight and make him say you were right. Apparently touch starvation on a man is really affective.

Risk − do they like to experiment

Experimentation is the usual for you. When he introduced bondage in your sexual life everything changed in better.

Stamina − how long do they last

Sam last longer at night than in the morning. Morning sex with him is sweeter and more loving than night sex. The last one - night sex - is your fevourite time, it’s rough but slow. And at the same time you feel more loved than ever.

Toy − sex toys, yes or no

Occasionaly, yes. You have the luck to have a perfect capable boyfriend but sometimes you like to explore beyond the borders of ‘usual’. Many, many time you find yourself with a vibrator between your thighs.

Unfair − how much they like to tease

Not that much, but enought to make you beg for something more. The tease in the couple is you, and he loves it. You tease is low key, small acts or words that you know could drive him wild.

Volume − if they are loud or not

Sam is not loud, and nether are you. That’s is probably dictated by the fact that you live with twenty hunter, right now. Maybe one day you two will have your cozy cabin where you can scream all you want, and the only people who can complain about it are deers and squirrels.

Wild card − random

Sometimes, when you two are on a case, you could find some cute boy or girl and invite them to your room. Yes, you and Sam occasional have threesomes. But just with people that you know you will never see again.

Xray − what’s in their pants

Not to get dirty, but he bought a new pair of saxx underwear last week. And we all know that saxx underwear is for big dicks.

Yearning − how high is their sex drive

It exist, that for sure. He’s not one of those man who sees a boob and gets visibly horny. He has his control over his dick and to be honest, you find it pretty hot.

Zzz − how quick they fall asleep after

He never fall asleep before you. He always wait your breathe to go regolar, and then he close his eyes. He usually helps you relax by stroking your thigh with his hand. Sometime falling asleep turn into round two, but that’s another story.

#sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #jared padalecki #sammy #I'm going to hell #but to be honest #it's not a news

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thievinghippo · 6 years

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Fic Update: Drifting (2/5)

Fandom: swtor

Pairing: Andronikos Revel/Sith Inquisitor

Rating: Teen

Summary: When the Sith Inquisitor is captured by Zakuul, Andronikos Revel loses his anchor. Driven to become a pirate once more, he must confront his past in order to rescue his future.

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“Shit, you really have gotten old.”

Revel rolls his eyes and gives Carl Norn two fingers. “Fuck you,” he says, sitting down on the bar stool next to his old friend. “You better have a drink ready for me.”

Carl simply slides over a tumbler of a light brown liquid. Revel throws it back in one move and isn’t exactly sure what he just drank. He’s fairly certain Carl won’t try to kill him, so he’s not worried. “Another?” Carl asks.

“Damn straight. This round’s on me,” Revel says.

As the bartender fills up their glasses, Revel looks around Port Nowhere. Casey’s the one who directed him here, saying that there’s usually work to be done. Revel’s not sure exactly how much work he wants to pick up; after all, he was one of the most feared pirates in the galaxy at one point. To take orders from someone other than his wife wouldn’t feel right. But it wouldn’t hurt to get the name Andronikos Revel out there again.

It’s been a while since he’s been at Port Nowhere and it’s exactly like he remembers. A perfect place for a man to find the scum of the galaxy. Men like him.

“Before we start talking business, I just want to say I’m sorry, man. I heard what happened with your wife,” Carl says.

Revel looks at Carl. They’ve known each other for more than thirty years now. Saved each other’s lives more than he can count. If he considered himself the type of man who has close friends, Carl would be at the top. They’ve survived being both crew mates and lovers for a long stretch of time. Revel owes this man more of a debt than can actually be paid.

Carl’s looking a little worse for wear. He’s a good six or seven years older than him, so Revel isn’t the only one getting old. Carl’s once bright red hair seems to have turned a bit dull from grey. And he swears he sees an age spot or two. Well, Revel ain’t one to talk. He keeps his head shaved so that he doesn’t have to see grey hairs himself.

“Thanks,” Revel says quickly. He takes a sip of the whiskey the bartender just put in front of him. He’s not a touchy-feely kind of guy. With anyone. But it still touches him a bit that Carl said something. That’s Carl, though.

Revel was sixteen and desperate to get off his old man’s planet when they first met. Carl stumbled in on his ship and they became friends. Was even Carl’s idea for Revel to join the army when he turned eighteen to get away from his dad. Once he enlisted, he and Carl started fucking every so often, whenever they could meet up. Then once that fucker Herman Rike betrayed his squad, Carl was there with a job on his ship.

“Then let’s talk some business,” Carl says, picking up his drink. “I’m broke but you probably already figured that.”

Revel can enjoy a good game of sabacc like the rest of them, but he’s never understood the power gambling has over his friend. “Yeah, that seems to be the way things are with you,” he says with a shrug.

Carl throws back his drink. “I put out some feelers and there is definitely a place for Andronikos Revel in the underworld. Your name still holds respect. It still means something.”

That’s a little hard to believe. “Even after the mutiny?”

“Especially after the mutiny,” Carl says. “Choosing between mind control under mysterious circumstances or a bullet between the eye? I think ninety-nine percent of pirates would take the bullet. I sure as well know I would.”

So would Revel. And he thinks of Voss, right before Denravi went into her first Dreamwalk, making him promise her that he’d kill her if something went wrong. Having to follow through with that has been his nightmare ever since. Even with her missing for the last three months.

“Still feel bad about it, though,” Revel says, thinking about his crew. They deserved so much better than what he was able to give them in the end.

“That’s why you’re actually a decent person,” Carl says with a grin. He slaps his hands together and rubs them back and forth. “Here’s what I think. People are heading to Wild Space in droves. There’s a shadowport there, goes by the name of Asylum. That’s where we go to make a name for ourselves.”

“We?” Revel asks, trying hard not to sound amused. He should have known. Of course it’s we.

“You got a ship?”

Revel shakes his head. He wants one, though. Needs one, more like it. He’s getting jumpy, like he did back on Tatooine, when he had no ship and nothing on his mind except revenge. Which is of course when Denravi walked into his private cantina room, changing his life forever.

Carl spreads out his hands. “I do. Probably only make a couple more jumps before it implodes, but it will get us to Asylum. Then you can find a ship and I will make it sing.”

“Wild Space, huh?” Revel says. Wouldn’t hurt to be closer to Denravi, assuming she’s still there. She’s got to be. Where else would be be? They can get a ship, and he can start looking for his wife. And if they make some credits along the way? Even better. “Pirating can be a young man’s game, Norn. You up for it?”

“Fuck you, Revel,” Carl says with a laugh. “Look at us. A couple of washed up pirates.”

“No one will say that once we’re back in the game,” Revel says, his mind already making plans. He was ready to be a pirate again.

It takes months of meeting people and working jobs and killing the occasional asshole wanting to bring down the famed Andronikos Revel.

Asylum’s a good fit for Revel. He likes the place. It’s busy and messy and there are all sorts of people trying to make a life for themselves here. When he’s not working, he’s listening, trying to get his finger on the pulse. The new Emperor of Zakuul isn’t popular, that’s for sure. That makes Revel happy. Unpopular leaders are good for business. And right now, he’ll take any sort of work he can get.

After six months of working and getting his name out there, he’s got a permanent booth at the best cantina on Asylum. He’s also got no way off this rock right now. Carl kept his junker of a ship going for as long as he could, but it couldn’t last forever.

“We need a ship,” Revel says, looking over the numbers on his holopad. He hates accounting, always has. But it’s part of being a captain. No way is he gonna let anyone else touch his credits. Before they hooked up all those years ago, Denravi asked him to do her books for her, since she wasn’t really good with credits. So he did. One of the earliest signs he knew she trusted him.

“Damn right we need a ship,” Carl says, leaning back in the booth. “I’m thinking more Rancor size than Princess size.”

Revel nods, agreeing. While he loved the Sky Princess more than almost anything in his life, it was a huge fucking ship. This time around, he doesn’t want nearly the amount of crew or cargo space. He wants something small and quick. A little bigger than the Fury.

His glass has been empty for longer than he wants, so Revel picks it up. Without saying anything, he picks up Carl’s, too, and heads towards the bar.

There’s only one person sitting at the counter, so Revel gives him a wide berth. Fresh from Zakuul from the looks of it. He’s got that wide-eye shell shock look to him, like Zakuul must have done a number on him. And maybe it had.

He fucking hates Zakuul. He’s used to hating people and things. Not huge concepts like an entire Empire, unless you count the Republic Army. But it’s because of them his wife is missing, so they get his hate.

“That’s right. I heard the Outlander’s been spotted…”

Revel immediately straightens up and moves a little closer to the refugee. The man is taking on a holocom, obviously not caring that anyone can hear anything he says. Revel hopes the man doesn’t care, because suddenly he is very interested in the man’s conversation.

It wasn’t too long ago he learned that the Outlander is his wife. Lana Beniko finally replied to his messages and told him that, at least. Figures his girl would get captured and then kill the head of state. She never could do things by halves. But the last rumor he heard that she was in prison, deep underground. Revel had fantasies of storming Zakuul himself and rescuing her.

As much as he would like to do that, he’s not stupid. He needs to build up his name, find a ship, find a crew, and then make a plan. Then he can rescue his wife.

He motions to the bartender, asking for refills. Once in hand, instead of going back to his booth, he sits down next to the refugee. Pushing the glass in front of him, Revel says, “So why don’t you tell me what you’ve heard?”

“There she is,” Revel says, looking up proudly at his new ship. “Sky Princess the Second.”

“That’s a fucking mouthful,” Iske says, crossing her arms over her chest. “We really have to call it that?”

He hired Iske about a week ago. Zabrak and the type of person who’s muscles have muscles. The perfect heavy for the new crew. And a surprisingly good chef. Since neither he or Carl want to cook, she’s gonna work out great. Plus, from what he can tell, she’s got some damn fine taste in women, something Revel can appreciate.

But she doesn’t know the story behind the name of the ship and it’ll be a while before she earns that right. “Yep,” Revel says. “Captain’s orders.”

Iske rolls her eyes but doesn’t say anything else.

The moment the ramp to the ship touches the ground, Revel bounds up. It’s a used ship with two previous owners. Took cashing in most of his and Denravi’s assets just to be able to afford a used ship. A new one like the Fury? He won’t be able to afford a ship like that for a long time.

For now, though? Sky Princess the Second will do. His heart clenches when he remembers how excited Niata was when she saw the first Princess, especially when she realized he gave the ship the name she suggested. How could he choose any other name? For the rest of his life, any ship he owns will be the Sky Princess. Simple as that.

He walks onto the bridge. It’s smaller than the Fury’s bridge, but far more efficient. The Fury had style which this version of the Princess is sorely lacking. But he’s always preferred substance over style.

“We ready to leave?” Revel asks over the comm.

At the moment, there’s only the three of them. Until they start making money on a regular basis, Revel can’t afford more than Iske on the payroll. He and Carl have to be content with room and board. It’s enough for him, though. Credits have never impressed him. Even during his time as a raiding space pirate, he was far more interested in the tactics and challenge than the bounty they brought back. The fact that they made a shit ton of credits was just a bonus.

Eventually he’d like seven, including himself and Carl. The crew bunk fits six and then there’s a tiny little captain’s room, which barely fits a single bed and a desk. But it’s his.

Fuck yeah, comes Iske’s voice over the comm. Find us a place with decent chow. Asylum’s food sucks.

Revel didn’t disagree. After basically living at the shadowport for almost eight months, he’s ready for a change. Fuck, he’d even go for some Republic chow. His officer training was on Coruscant and they had some decent restaurants. But there are plenty of places with good food out there.

First, though? They had a job to do.

Fifteen minutes later, they’re cleared to leave Asylum. The controls for the Princess are a little jarring; they’re not moving quite as smoothly as he’d like. Luckily, Carl shouldn’t have an issue fixing it at all.

He puts the ship on auto-pilot, just a heading away from Asylum and Zakuul. Now comes the fun part.

Over the last year, the underworld’s been paying special attention to where exactly the Eternal Fleet is patrolling. And if a person is willing to pay enough credits, they can get detailed routes. For most sane people, it’s a way to avoid the patrols.

The Princess? Revel wants to fly straight at them.

From stories he’s heard, the ships don’t respond well to outside threats. They make no course corrections or set up any outside defensives. They simply continue on their patrol. All Revel needs to do is find the right one. They’ll board the ship, search it for Denravi, and if there are any spoils to take, they will.

He still is a pirate, after all.

“Nah, I’m done,” Revel says, moving his glass out of Carl’s reach.

They’ve been drinking most of the night at this point, spending the evening in the small common room on the ship. Iske’s already called it quits for the night, leaving just Carl and Revel to finish up this bottle. Drinking the night before a raid has always been one of Revel’s traditions and he doesn’t see any reason to change now.

“Yeah, I probably should be, too,” Carl says as he takes another sip.

He and Carl are sitting side by side on the small sofa and it’s comfortable. For the first time since Denravi disappeared, Revel’s brain isn’t going a million miles a minute. He might actually feel calm, knowing that tomorrow, he’s finally gonna be doing something about it. And he knows that he’s not gonna luck out and find her on the first ship. He knows that. But a guy can dream, right?

Revel looks over at Carl, wanting to thank him for everything. Without his friend’s help, he wouldn’t be nearly this far along. He’s about to say just that when Carl leans forward and kisses him.

Thirty years have passed since the first time they kissed. The kiss is familiar, comforting. Something he could could get lost in easily, if that’s what he wants. But it isn’t what he wants. Revel turns his head, hoping their friendship didn’t just end. “I can’t, Carl,” he says quietly.

“Why?” Carl asks, placing his hand on his knee.

Revel closes his eyes. It’s been a year since Denravi went missing. A year since he’s been kissed. A year since he’s been held. A year since he’s fucked. It would be so easy to give in and move this party to the captain’s quarters. It’s been probably close to fifteen years since he and Carl fucked last. Revel’s pretty sure they could pick up exactly where they left off.

It’s not what he wants, though. “She’s still out there somewhere,” Revel says, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees, just so that Carl will have to move his hand. Fuck, this is not a conversation he wants to have while he’s drunk.

“Didn’t realize you turned into a serial monogamist,” Carl says. There’s humor in his voice, which eases Revel’s upset stomach. If he’s trying to make a joke, maybe their friendship can make it through this. And it’s not just a friendship. Carl’s his first mate. His mechanic. He’s the only reason the Sky Princess the Second is actually up and running. Revel can’t lose that. But he can’t fuck Carl because of that, either.

“Nah,” Revel says, thinking back to some of his and Denravi’s conversations. Talks about people they wouldn’t mind bringing into their bed. Never did anything about those talks, though. “My gal and I had a rule. We could fuck anyone we wanted, long as we told each other.”

“Not a bad rule,” Carl says.

Revel chuckles. “Figures you’d like that one,” he says. He turns and settles into the corner of the sofa. “She’s out there somewhere, Carl. I know she is. And I can’t tell her that I’d like to fuck someone else. So I won’t fuck anyone until she’s back.”

The reality of what he’s saying sinks into his chest. What if she never comes back? What if there’s never any proof of her death? He willing to be fucking celibate for the rest of his life? Only with his hand for company? He takes a breath and decides that yeah, for now he is. Maybe that will change in five years. Ten years. Twenty years if no one manages to kill him by then. But for right now? No one else.

“Fair enough,” Carl says. He takes a sip of whiskey. “Either of you ever take the other up on that offer?”

Revel shakes his head. A couple of times he thought about it, sure. But at the end of the day, Denravi was the only person he wanted. “Long as I had her, I didn’t want anyone else.”

“I’m going to point out the obvious and remind you that you don’t have her right now.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Revel says, hearing the fire in his voice. “She’s out there. And I’m gonna go find her.”

Later that night, after Carl goes to bed, Revel goes to the bridge and shuts off the engine. The Eternal Fleet patrol isn’t scheduled to arrive for another twelve hours. He can waste an hour of his life cutting the engine and starting it back up again.

Once the ship is dark and drifting, Revel closes his eyes, dreaming of Denravi.

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whimpity-whumpity · 2 years

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Day 1: Tied to a tree

TWs: kidnapping, held for ransom, law enforcement mention (that is how they are referred to), minor whumpee

No actual whump for Jakob yet, I'm using this to set up his story.

I do not know how to do the read more thing on mobile.

Count Andreas Thomas Felibright of Isked was very unhappy. Someone had broken into his home, kidnapped his oldest son, and left a damn note on the piano bench in his place. He had not told any of them which was the heir, nor gave any clues! All of his children underwent the same training for this very reason! Yet, here he is riding through the wood with six of his personal guard to threaten these hooligans into submission.

Jakob of House Felibright was very excited. Okay, this was technically a kidnapping, but these kidnappers were very bad at tying knots. He could slip away whenever he wanted, and he did! So many things inside the Outside were beautiful with a purpose! So many things to see, so little time before Father would respond to the ransom note, for that is what it surely was. Inside home's walls things were *pretty*, yes, but never useful. Always ornamental. Naturally, his siblings had worried that they were the same- extras, just around to fill the scene. Jakob hadn't, for he knew at least one of them must be the heir, and as the oldest had assumed it would be him. Even as a spare heir, each of them would have a list of approved occupations to choose from, each with their purpose.

The bandits led the boy through the town, and had to stop constantly and pull him from whatever had taken his attention. There were many attention-grabbers in the town. Multiple times they lost him, but every time he was sat in front of one performer or another. A fire juggler, a bard, a band. Of each, he asked as many questions as he could before he was found again and had to leave. Even once they were well into the woods, he kept wandering off to investigate a stream or something's burrow.

The count signals for only a third of the guard to follow, ever a tactician. They ride into the clearing just in time to hear one of the kidnappers complain to the other on his boy's inquisitive nature. The boy who is currently tied to a tree limb, staring through the leaves without a care of the world around him. Jakob had evidently just finished his exercise for the day, by his lack of sleeves and the roughness of the fabric. The boy grins as he hears the horses, wiggling and scraping the rope against the rough bark at his back. "You will release my son to me." His father demands of the kidnappers.

The blonde one points his gun at the squirmy child. "Not without our cash, old man." He snarls.

Felibright suppresses the urge to spit and hiss back, instead blinking in that way full of contempt only cats can. "Without the ransom, yes. I know you will, because I know much more about your little group than law enforcement does." The bandit's aim falters. "They don't know that your current 'safe house' is underneath a twisted willow." The count sneers at the term, voice dripping with disdain. "They don't know that 9 out of your 12 members are laying sick or injured under that tree. They don't know that you are desperate enough to beg for scraps." With every new fact that the bandit trio were so sure they had hidden, the pair seem to shrink. They wouldn't- no, couldn't allow these men to share this or everyone they cared for would be bloodied and thrown to the waves. Both bandits level their guns at the count in front of them and fire, but he had already prepared to leap from his horse. He lands with his claws dug into a sturdier branch than his son's seconds after the crack of flint, tail swaying to keep him balanced. It had been a hit or miss which children inherited this or that feline trait, but only Gabriel and Ella had received the same fluffy tail. The four guards hanging back burst out of the trees around the pair, weapons drawn.

Just as Andreas is about to swipe at the ropes binding Jakob, the boy sits up. The excitement of being inside the Outside had dulled the pain he must be feeling judging by all the blood on that branch- oh goddess, his entire back is going to get infected. The man sighs and pulls his kitten up into a piggyback amid ignored protests, shifting him onto the stallion he had ridden in on. "Two of you take the kidnappers to the jail, make sure you get the paperwork as filled as you can. Two take Jakob home, make sure his back is treated properly and cleaned. Two stay with me, let's give the mares a rest, eh? Now go." The guards take a few moments to delegate amongst themselves before following orders. When most of them are gone, only his most trusted remain. "I wish that boy would remember that curiosity killed the cat, and no amount of satisfaction will bring him back." The count shakes his head with a sad smile, then the trio begins their walk home in companionable quiet.

#amow twelve days of whumpmas #whumpmas day 1: tied to a tree #moss covered words #minor whumpee #not really whumpy though #blood mentioned #gun mention #meow guard #meow fam

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dork-empress · 6 years

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for my dungeon world game, my character Ryba’s a mermaid cyborg who recently managed to get vengeance on the man who stole her from the ocean and gave her robot legs (and some other stuff). not sure if this will make much sense, but I wrote this to go into some of her character development.

Ryba had had her fair share of mental breakdowns. Not when she was in the water, but recent highlights included spending every waking minute trying to escape an evil tower, getting used to being on land, finding out she was part of a cult that demanded human sacrifice just when she thought she had escaped to somewhere safe and….yeah, those were the big ones.

But something was different this time. In fact, she thought she had been fine, as she collapsed at the edge of what was once her prison. Her enemy was killed, and her hammer….she had not wanted to give up her hammer. But what else would she need it for? The mad scientist...Cygnus, though she could never think of him like that….was dead. There was no more running, no one left she needed to kill….she didn’t need it anymore.

She had no idea it would give her….whatever it gave her. Suddenly she was breathing, plain unfiltered air. There was no water against her scarred gills, no metal screwed onto her neck….she had already lost her tail, an arm and fin, one gill, and now...now very likely she had lost the ability to ever return to the ocean. She hadn’t thought it likely, not since gaining these metal legs, but...the possibility existed in the back of her mind. And now...it was gone.

But she had other things to think about, she didn’t need to worry about that right now, not when she was still injured and there was a dragon to worry about and….and the wizards supplier here.

She felt almost naked without her hammer. She had no way of defending herself, not even with fire like Isk or with words like Joan. Her first instinct was to find a weapon.

And then...after some strange happenings she only half understood...but soon she was staring down a guard, who stood between herself and her target. And so she struck…

She...hadn’t really expected it to be so easy. Or, maybe she had, she wasn’t thinking much about it, she just wanted to make the damn noble fear her.

And now, sitting on her bed, staring at the sickle she overpaid for...she wondered what she had done.

In her village she had been a guard, patrolling the outer perimeter to keep it safe. Her objective was simple and her motive….she hadn’t much had one. Her parents had been guards, so she’d been trained, without thinking too much into why, and took on the duty she’d been expected to.

But now, all she could really think of was the guard, laying on the ground, bleeding out. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him. He was doing his job, just as she had once. She knew nothing about him. And she almost killed him...and she could do nothing. If Joan hadn’t been there…

She shook her head, but that only diverted her attention to seeing the stump at the end of her arm. It was strange seeing it like this, as it usually held a hammer there.

She thought back to the notes she had read, about herself, about what she had been made for. A soldier, is what they wanted, more than just the automatons or monkeys. Something created solely for destruction.

And look at what she was now.

The sickle fell to the ground.

She may have escaped working for the wizards and whoever they’d sell her to, but she’d become every inch the killing machine they’d designed her to be.

She shook her head again, laying back on her bed. Thoughts like this weren’t useful, they weren’t practical. She couldn’t DO anything about it. And by do she meant punch them. Except punching her problems was….kind of the problem.

She tried to distract herself, thinking on the dragon problem. That was real, and visible, and tangible. She tried to think about what they could do to not hurt the village. Because if they let the dragon hurt the village….it’d be just like the wizards who had captured her.

She wondered if it was really an acolyte of the sun. She wondered what that meant.

Slowly, too slowly, she slipped into a restless sleep.

Her village was on fire.

Or perhaps that wasn’t right.

Her village was IN fire, submerged in violent oranges and reds as easily as it had been in calm blues and greens. Ryba swam through them, the flames licking at the scales on her tail.

She was making her rounds about the village, when she saw something odd hanging, floating among the flames. It was a fish, struggling, though she couldn’t see in what.

She swam towards it, despite the fact it was outside the edge of her village. In fact, as she got closer, she realized it was far further than she had thought.

As she reached the fish she saw it was panicked and flailing despite nothing around to cause it harm. She looked up….and saw a shadow above her.

She was instantly flailing herself, fighting against an invisible net that pulled tightly on her scales She was yanked upwards, towards a fate she couldn’t know or begin to guess. But then, something shocking happened. The flames burned the net away. She was free to back up and away. The shadow above her disappeared.

She walked up to the fish, walked, on legs of light. It’s struggling stopped, but it was still clearly hurt. It looked up at her with desperate eyes. “Help me,” It whispered to her, “Please, please help me.”

“I can’t,” she whispered back, “I...I don’t know how.”

“Please,” It begged, choking, “Anything...please….”

“I can only destroy,” She said back, “I can’t save, I can’t...I can’t help anyone...Not even myself…”

A light shown before her. The flames were brighter, beckoning. She carried the fish towards it. “Please,” She asked the light as she stepped forward, “Please, help him! Save him!”

I Will it wasn’t a voice, just a feeling put into words, but I need you.

“Me?” She asked.

At that moment, her hands glowed, her right a bloody, burning red, her left a glimmering gold, with a single line of red dancing around her fingers and palm.

This one is dedicated to destruction, Her right hand rose of it’s own accord righteous fury, and the blood of your foes. That is it’s mission and can never be cleaned. But this, she regained control of the right, but lost control of the left as it raised to the right. This one is still a part of you, and can still be saved.

The line of red swirled up to the fish she was still holding, spilling over her hand and onto it, wrapping around it, and...the fish breathed easier. It gave her a last smile before swimming off through the flames.

The destruction is useful. But flame can be a force for more than that. A light, and a darkness. Destruction, and recreation. Water, and Fire, living in harmony.

“Wow….” Ryba said, looking between her two glowing hands. “Wait….what?”

Ugh….If you join a religion you can learn healing and help the good people as well as fight the evil people.

“Ohhhhhh. I get it now.” She smiled and nodded at the mysterious voice. “Thank you.”

Honestly, why do I even try with this poetry stuff, no one ever gets it….so unappreciative of the arts. The impression voice grew fainter.

“So,” she looked around at the flames, “Is...is it over? What happens now?” She started to wake up, “Oh, there we go.”

#laura games

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atleast-we-were-electrified · 5 years

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I’ve been really mute the last couple of days on my socials because I’ve just honestly, been super duper anxious and struggling. I need to vent about why because I’m honestly not sure I’m going to ever ever get over it.

Anyways, back story, ever since the lead up to me turning 18, I’ve always said that a party wasn’t for me because the thought of being the centre of the attention and reasoning for people being there made me vERY anxious and uncomfortable and I always tried to lighten my feelings by saying to my family, “if you throw a surprise party for me, I’m gonna be out of there as quick as got in.”

This still applied leading up to most recently, my 21st. Other family / extended family were pestering me for months telling me that I should have a party for whatever reason they were pulling out the box and every time it was the same, repetitive, auto pilot response saying that it’s just a huge no for me and I’d rather keep it really lowkey. Now, bare in mind I’ve always kept telling folk it is due to anxiety reasons to close family and friends as it tend to make me feel really silly and stupid that that was my main reason for not having a party.

You can only imagine the amount of times I’ve had to explain myself over not wanting to have a party, family and friends could EASILY recite my response to being asked better than I do by now! - it’s been THAT often. I couldn’t have expressed it any more stronger to everybody about how overwhelming it would be for me, for all of the wrong reasons. ( I mean, for a gal who ends up having an internal panic over happy birthday, or her name getting shouted, you’d just take no for an answer and move on)

My mum had arranged for me to come for drinks in her work with some of her friends who are regulars in there, as they were keen for me to come for birthday drinks since I turned 21 at the beginning of July. I didn’t think much of it as it had been a lowkey arrangement since June!! I don’t really know the gals but felt awful saying no to turning up as it was lovely of them to have thought about me, and asked.

So, I toddled through to my mums work on Saturday evening when I had finished my own work, to be welcomed by BIRTHDAY BANNERS all over the pub, BIRTHDAY BALLOONS all over the pub, BIRTHDAY CONFETTI all over the tables and a DJ on. It did take me a minute to really click what was happening and I just walked in and minded by business (I was birsting for a pee lmao) and then it all clicked to me that I’d just walked into what felt like a surprise 21st birthday party for me?

I said hi to those who stopped me in my tracks and when I stopped and closed the door in the toilet, I fully just EXPLODED into tears and sheer panic it was horrible, I hadn’t experienced a panic attack like it in such a long time😢 I was cautious about staying quiet incase someone else comes in to use the other cubicle so it was double panic and worry. I just was in the most disbelief that after me explaining on hundreds of occasions how a surprise party would made me feel, that it was something they went ahead and done!? Asides being so anxious, i was incredibly hurt, angry and feeling betrayed?

Now il try avoid more details becuase it’s irrelevant really but, throughout the night, I noticed there was another birthday cake, that had clearly been made fresh and personalised for my 21st. It was thinking of these details and what I had said before that really confirmed to me what I’d first initially felt when I walked through the door. I had people come up and ask me if I was shocked and surprised about my birthday party, the DJ kept announcing it as “Caitlin’s 21st Birthday Party”.

Asides those I thought I was meeting, one of my mums friends was there, and the rest was all of the customers who drink in the pub pretty frequently, so again, are also regulars. So, this also made me feel very isolated, which surely isn’t right!!

My mum had the night off, much to my surprise again also, so she was joining us for drinks but since she knew everybody there, I was myself near enough so it felt because I didn’t know how to make the dreaded small conversation and being so anxious made this harder for me:/ Mum (and other customers) also made me aware of that she had texted them nearly 3 WEEKS ago that this was happening. My mum also took great pleasure in telling all of my family although they couldn’t make it, and also some other friends of hers which I know, who also didn’t make it.

Now, this is where it sits even more uncomfortable with me...where we’re MY FRIENDS?? you told people it wasn’t going to be a party (you told them it was a DISCO... that’s the same thing lol) as such but this is very much what it is!! None of my friends were made aware of this happening and I actually got a text from one of them thinking that I had fallen out with them and asked me to justify why I had (I obviously hadn’t, but they were upset to haven’t been invited to again, my BIRTHDAY PARTY)

Don’t get me wrong, some of the customers went out their way to get me a card etc and had kindly put money in it, which I’m super greatful for it was far too kind of them to do that!

The full ordeal was just super super overwhelming and every time I went to the toilet, I was having a fulll on crying session and taking mini panic attacks and still had to somehow sit the entire night looking like I was enjoying myself, which I probably didn’t do good at, but it’s the last time I let myself not fix my anxieties becuase it wouldn’t suit others if I did! If anything, holding it all in and having bursts in private, probably made me worse.

It makes me so upset thinking about it and it makes my heart rate just go up (kid you not my heart rate sat at 92+ bpm for 4 hours straight, and it peaked at 128bpm...my resting is anything between 52-70bpm, so ideally, not healthy!!!!) I was exhausted from my own feelings and it made it so much worse when everyone kept telling me how lovely it was and “not a big deal compared to an actual party” it was. This was beyond anything I ever ever wanted , and it sounds so ungrateful to say considering there was time and money and preparation put into making it a good night, but my feelings about it just can’t be switched off.

My parents, have clearly not done it to upset or hurt me in anyway, but I feel as though no thought was put into even considering for a millisecond about how it was going to make me feel. I couldn’t sleep that night. It felt as though I was on a full cardio sprint work out, but not going anywhere, the adrenaline this was giving me from being so anxious was horrible. I didn’t know, nor do I still, don’t know what to do. I couldn’t blurt out and tell everybody that it doesn’t seem like my feelings are being accounted for because I don’t want this, nor do I want to be here.

The first thing my mum said to me was that “it’s only a wee thing”...no, this wasn’t a wee thing!! A few days later, I’m still a huge ball of negative emotions and my mental health is just fucking shit...I just keep replaying it all in my mind. I just can’t believe how I greatful my anxiety is making me seem and it’s really not the case:( I’m just hurt and angry becuase despite not doing it to hurt me, they were more than aware of how it was going to make me feel if it’s something they ever thought was going to be a good idea to do - that’s what sets me off more alongside being anxious becuase it makes me feel so so invalid and isolated, which is already bad enough when my mental health is at a low.

Part of me wants to sit my parents down, and chat this out with them, but my relationship with my mum is very very mixed , to say it in the kindest way! I tell her this, and there really bad tension and arguments on her part for the next 2 weeks, adding to my anxiety. I also don’t want them thinking I had the best night ever and then to do it again for me and be ‘none the wiser’ - I’m just fully stumped. I don’t know how to help myself with shaking of all of my feelings right now, nor do I know how others can ( not that I expect this)

Isk guys, this is all here there and everywhere and I really didn’t know how to explain the ordeal or how it truest made me feel, I just needed to vent it out becuase it’s made me upset now whilst lying in bed cause I’m still on edge with anxiety from Saturday sooo yeah idk I’m off but if anybody happens to read that, pls send me photos of cute animals (I’m scared of cats so pls avoid them thank u)

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Once upon a time

Back to where we first met. It was a Saturday morning when we revisited our school Dunman which held a history of our happiest days. It was sunny and everything felt so bright and cheery. It was then when our photog friend Munn asked us, “How did you guys meet?” It was a story that was long forgotten, but as we walked down memory lane, we recollected plenty of beautiful moments in which we’ll share through a series of photos documented by the ever so talented Munn!

He was a year my senior. Interestingly, both of us did not realise each other’s existence till nearing our graduating year back in 2009. Perhaps we might’ve walked past each other during the morning assembly or queued up in front of each other in the school canteen, but I guess we never really paid attention.

Dunman life was already amazing before we met each other. We had our own set of friends, we were surrounded by an army of dedicated teachers and we were occupied with fun-filled occasions. It’s pretty fascinating how we actually see, listen and experience similar things every day, but we never actually had a chance to look at each other till much later.

Being in the era of the newly born social media back then, Facebook was the in thing after Friendster ended hence we added each other on that platform. He said I added him first - but in my defense, being the social butterfly that I was (emceeing events was quite a hobby!), I added just anyone as long as they are Dunmanites 😂 We talked over the comment section of his profile picture and later continued our conversation on MSN, the world of emoticons, nudges and animations!

We talked over MSN frequently every time we were both online. I must say, our personalities might be very different yet we clicked almost instantly. It was the year-end holidays, I was in Sec 3 going on Sec 4 while he was waiting for his promotion to Sec 5. On the day of the results, I asked him how he fared for his papers. He lied that he wasn’t able to pursue O’s, making me rather sad since our friendship had just kicked off and I wouldn’t be able to see him in school the following year. So glad it was all a lie though! In our graduating year, as if it was meant to be, our classrooms were located on the same level just two units away. Hence we crossed paths often and get to wave and say ‘hey’! Also, he ended up asking me for my number over MSN using ‘going out’ as an excuse 😜

It was real nice seeing and bumping into each other in school. We never really had direct contact often since we both come from different class, but I actually found myself looking forward to glance at him during recess time. Or even when his class walked past by my classroom to get to the science lab 😝 There was just a sense of familiarity which I felt whenever we smiled at each other. We continued being friends and texted each other almost every day. Just random stuffs, like what happened in school earlier in the day, what we ate during recess or simply getting assistance in solving a math question. As we chatted over time, our conversation got deeper and we eventually found out that we used to live just one block away before my house shifted down the street. As if it was all meant to be, he actually turned out to be my childhood playground friend when I was little - what are the odds!

My batch was the first batch of pure science students who were offered D&T as an O’ level subject, hence I took it up and became quite a queen at it. On the contrary, Isk took up F&N while a huge portion of his friends were in D&T. Though his friends and I had different teachers, my portfolio was often used as a teaching tool to set a certain standard for the exam, so it was impossible not to know me. Besides, the D&T block was too small to miss anyone so eventually, we all made friends! They frequently stayed back after school and joined my study sessions at my favourite bench right outside my 4C classroom. Isk joined us once in a while too. A reliable source told me that he even offered to help his friends out in the D&T workshop as an excuse to steal a glance at me 😂 Anyway, since the graduating batch had freezing cold aircon classrooms, Isk borrowed me his oversized Arsenal jacket which I wore during class often. It was then when they found out that Isk and I have been in contact with each other, and although we were nothing more than just friends, they teased us - A LOT.

I guess the endless teasing kinda worked and we slowly begun developing feelings for each other. It was wonderful to have a companion, someone I felt comfortable with and someone whom I can simply share about the happenings of my day. Though it was unsaid, we both knew that we were more than just friends but never really acknowledged it. Even the rumour of us being together got to the staff room and teachers knew about it. And they too, joined in the fun. We had the same English and A Math teacher and since I was the chairperson, they made me carry stacks of worksheets to his class often 😂 They weren’t too heavy and the distance was only two classrooms away okay!

We just went with the flow and we got comfortable around each other so casual texts, eventually became intimate phone calls which involved me falling asleep 99.9% of the time. Our relationship status was clearly more than just friends, but it still remained unknown. Besides, we were too young, too carefree and too busy to really care. Since we were both in our graduating year, dating was entirely out of the question. Besides, I had a tiger mum too! 😜 Back then, the nerd that I was, never really wanted to be in a relationship till I was 20. I thought it was pretty useless to have one at such a young age since we won’t be able to get married anytime soon anyway 😂 Regardless, we remained that status hence we made it a point to revise for O’s together, had meals from the nearby 7-Eleven or at the bubble-tea shop after school but that was basically it. More often than not, it was rarely just the two of us - we were always surrounded by the company of our mutual friends which was actually enjoyable since study sessions became really fun amidst all the exam stress though I was technically the tutor!

Even up till today, he has never asked me to be his girlfriend. When people asked us how it all started, we’ll simply reply “It just happened.” There was no anniversary date so we pretty much made one up and decided that May 2010 was the month we both begun developing feelings for each other 😂 I still cringe at the word ‘girlfriend’ or ‘boyfriend’, so for the past eight years, I’ve never used it. I referred him as a friend often. I guess fiancé became a more comfortable term since we are now engaged since February, but I have only two months left to call him that!

Studying for O’s, we envisioned where we would be in the near future. I was set on going to a JC and he was set on going to a Poly. We knew for sure, that we were going on separate ways, with our own personal goals for the future. We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was 🎶 But as companions, we were determined to make things work out. On the day of our O’level results, we were both really anxious. We queued at our respective classes and upon receiving our certs, we ran across the hall to look for each other in the crowd. Overall, we both fared well! I even remembered him thanking me for pushing him to study hard for O’s while walking out the school 😂 Eventually as expected, we went to separate ways as I enrolled myself into Anderson JC while he pursued chemical engineering in Singapore Poly.

Eight years passed by in the flash. Many asked us the secret to our long term relationship which never involved breakups or fights in between. For me, I’ve never believed in breaking up over a disagreement. I mean if it was a marriage, would you have asked for a divorce instead? We were young and careless, but we never fail to work things out together. I was determined that I did not need a third parent so I never had to report everything I did to him 😁 We rarely got to meet as my A’level days were such a stressful and busy period for me but when we talked over the phone, we simply casually shared the happenings of our day and constantly rant when times get tough. We always strive to be better for each other, for a comfortable future together. All in all, the key was not to act like a married couple before getting engaged or married. Lead your own life knowing that you have a companion with you and one day when the time is ripe (and when God permits), you’ll eventually be walking on the same path together.

Above a long term relationship, we were faced with a long distance one. It’s yet another chapter with a lengthy post to share, but perhaps done next time instead 😂 It was such a meaningful period for us and the best one yet thus far. After going through it, we came to a realisation that if two hearts are meant to be together, no matter how long it takes, how far they go, how tough it seems, love will bring them together to share their love forever. We came so far, Iskandar. From the wave of emotions to a comfortable silence, I can never ask for better.

The beauty of being childhood friends and high school sweethearts, was that we were able to applaud each other for every milestone we had achieved. From our O’level results, to my A’level one, to his Poly graduation, to my enrolment to uni, to his army enrolment, to the setting up of my business, to his national service parade, to my Maqayla events, to his enrolment to the overseas uni, to my expansion of business, to his graduation, to my awards, to his first job and the list is simply endless. Through thick and thin, laughters and tears, we’ll be summing up our eight-year journey on our wedding day just two months away, surrounded by people we love and people who love us. With that, with sincere hearts, please do keep us in your prayers always ❤️

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