#/ will format when home ehe

[chilope]

Ask meme for people in their 30s

What was the first piece of furniture you bought?

What proportion of your meals do you cook?

Foaming hand soap or normal hand soap?

Favorite chore?

Least favorite chore?

Most precious thing one of your pets has destroyed?

Any groceries you've been getting into lately?

What cleaning product do you swear by?

What's your emotional support craft?

Youtube, cable TV, or streaming?

What's something you saved up for and then regretted buying?

How many cups can you see from where you're sitting?

Which filter are you most likely to go "eh, it's probably fine" when you find out you need to change it?

How often do you take baths?

Do you go down each aisle when you grocery shop, or only the ones you know you need stuff from?

Where do you go when you need to get out of the house but it's raining?

What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

Pro or anti tchotchkes?

What's your go-to tape?

What's in your freezer right now?

Last concert you attended?

Favorite grocery store?

Paper bags, plastic bags, or reusable bags?

Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night?

Favorite old person activity?

Would you rather sit on the porch drinking sweet tea or sit by the lake drinking beers?

Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends?

Be honest, do you like all of the pictures of their babies that your friends send you?

Go-to holiday card format?

How many pairs of scissors do you own?

Do you still own your first car?

How do you take your morning coffee/tea?

What's something you collect?

What's your commute like?

Aisle at the grocery store you never bother walking down?

Do you keep a daily journal or agenda?

Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

What's the last filter you changed?

What little treat do you always get when you run errands?

Grocery list or no grocery list?

What's the oldest thing you own?

What's an unjustifiably expensive appliance that you really want?

Favorite book you've read recently?

Honest feelings on Settlers of Catan?

What's something you wish you had more time for?

What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

Lamps or overhead lighting?

If you could build your home from scratch, what outrageous feature would you want to build into it?

Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go?

Pro or anti throw pillows?

How many blankets do you keep in your living room?

Did your relationship with your parents get better when you stopped living with them?

What's worse, the DMV or the Social Security Office?

Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Favorite high-effort meal that you make?

Favorite low-effort meal that you make?

Do you tend to bring an appetizer, entree, dessert, or drinks to a potluck?

What kind of bag do you use for your bag full of bags?

If you died and your ghost was stuck in the outfit you're wearing right now for the rest of time, would you be happy with it?

Do you have an opinion on your local weather reporter?

Do you have a favorite brunch spot?

Where are you on the minimalism-maximalism kinsey scale?

Opinion on Bath and Body Works?

Last time you visited a farmer's market?

Anything you're procrastinating on right now?

Do you get your taxes in as soon as possible, at the last minute, or late?

Do you keep any stuffed animals on your bed?

Are your garbage bags scented or unscented?

What are you looking forward to next week?

[beyuwol]

maybe back then, yuwol would answer with something else, he’d share the same sentiment that luciel is thinking now—it’s too cold, he feels like he’s forever stuck in a shrinking glass case where winter seems endless. now though. his way of thinking has changed slightly. while the shiver he feels in this weather amidst the changing seasons isn’t ideal, it isn’t… horrible.

“not really,” he decides to say as he’s letting out a breath. the snow crumples easily under his feet, but it’s impossible to get rid of everything. not under these circumstances, he thinks. “it isn’t too bad though. it’s… pretty,” he replies, looking at the imprints of his foot as he moves to the side. it’ll disappear eventually, a temporary mark.

luciel directs another question in yuwol’s direction, another reminder of his incredibly tight schedule, made worse by his parents’ demands to continue the activities he already has. if not, increase them. “it’s tiring,” he admits aloud. even after getting himself signed, the load that sits on his shoulders hadn’t lessened. still, he thinks he can do it. probably.

“keeping busy does mean even less time… alone with my own thoughts,” he says, his eyes flickering towards luciel. “was i interrupting… your alone time? should i have looked the other way?”

it took a long time for luciel to figure out that he has some sort of odd sensitivity to voices, he blinks when he hears someone speaking to him, turning around with a slight surprise on his face. with other kinds of sounds, like footsteps, traffic noise, or a phone ringing—he’s usually unaffected by them. besides, he didn’t expect for anyone familiar to call out to him at this time, maybe that’s another factor to consider.

“not quite. it’s too… cold, for me,” he answers, in a rather visibly tired tone. still, he lets out a small smile, for appearances, a habit he cannot let go of. “you don’t like it either?” he returns the question.

each time luciel crosses paths with yuwol, he notices how the boy has started to open up, bit by bit; akin to a doll gaining sentience on its own. drowned in endless practice, and yet temporarily free from the shadows of a controlling family, perhaps. he doesn’t knows anything, but he can make his silent guesses in his mind.

“being busy here, is it nice?” another question thrown at him. “it can get so busy that you can’t be distracted by other things.” after spending the entire day inside the building, the times when he gets to collect his thoughts is when he’s returning after practice. the voices in his head makes attempts to erode his mind away, and he tries to sleep it off whenever it happens ( which doesn’t always work ).

[ghettogirly]

how do you think armando would react if He is too much in love with the reader, but she is younger than him (I mean Armando is obviously twenty-eight but the reader is still in his 20s) I would appreciate it very much, I love you 💗🌷✨

I don't know how many times I've ordered, but here I am again 🛐🙃♥️

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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍:

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑!𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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-> synopsis: how would armando be when loving a girl who’s 10 years younger than him? armando is 32 and the reader is 22.

-> theme: age gap, comedy, suggestive.

-> format: headcanon/drabble.

-> warnings: mention of age gap relationships, mature language.

-> authors note: i’m going to be putting updates out slower since I’m not that well guys. nevertheless i hope you enjoyed! I love your requests!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! 🌸

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[🌸] 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆:

-> older!armando would literally first meet you when he picked his son, Alejandro, up from class.

-> it would be the first time meeting you as you’re a new teacher in the school.

-> so when he came to pick up his son, it’s safe to say you was utterly shocked at the resemblance and at the way they both acted.

-> Armando displayed the same cheekiness Alejandro did, smiling at you as his son was going on about his day.

-> “Parece que realmente disfruta de tus clases.”

-> “he’s a lot like you.”

-> “they say that, gotta come see from the source though, eh?”

-> oh.

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[🌸] 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

-> you found out that Armando is divorced ,

honestly you was kind of happy.

-> it may be inappropriate to admire your own student’s father but what can you do if he’s the most attractive man you’ve saw in your life.

-> he noticed your staring but didn’t mind, he thought you was the most beautiful woman to exist too.

-> so he took his chances and asked you out.

-> to which you accepted.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀.

-> he took you to an 90s themed restaurant where old school rnb was playing, wanting you to hear the music that was around when he was younger.

-> getting to know each other, you found out that he was a business owner. Having multiple offices around Miami helping those to build their perfect house.

-> “all those beautiful houses you see in Miami, i’ve built most of them.”

-> “i never would’ve imagined that’s the work you do.”

-> seeing him laugh and smile literally made your heart warm. “what can i say? i like getting my hands a bit dirty.”

-> you nearly choked on your drink. Armando was definitely enjoying seeing you flustered, making these tiny comments from even the moment he met you.

-> ordering food, you both ate and enjoyed each others presence.

-> “¿Te importa que sea mayor que tú?”

-> your eyes widened at the question. Putting your utensils down, you looked up at him to which he waiting for your answer.

-> “You would be the oldest man i’ve ever spoken to romantically but i don’t object to the idea of it.”

-> He smiled at that. “Good.”

-> after the date, he drove you back home as it was a little bit after 9pm. You thanked him and then kissed his cheek as a thank you.

-> wanting more, he lightly turned your face to his and gave you a peck on your lips. Making you blush at his bold advance.

-> “Hopefully i’ll see you again soon.”

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[🌸] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄:

-> it’s been a couple months into yours and Armando’s relationship.

-> Honestly one of the healthiest relationships you’ve been in.

-> he always picks you up from work, not wanting you to walk back anymore, especially after a long day.

-> you always stay over at his on the weekend, relaxing with him and Alejandro by watching some movies or even going out to the park.

-> The age gap between you and Armando can be visible at some points, especially when it comes to social media.

“Nena, ¿sabes qué es tiktok?”

-> You nearly laughed at him even mentioning it. “What do you know about tiktok?”

“My employees told me to download it but i just don’t get the app.”

“Stick to facebook babe.”

-> even with things like his email, you noticed that he was using @yahoo.com

“Who uses yahoo email?!”

“Me.”

-> nevertheless, you wouldn’t trade the relationship for anything else, inheriting both a family and a man who loves you for you. Bombarding you with compliments everyday.

-> “You look absolutely stunning today babe.”

“New hair?”

“Looks great on you.”

-> Life was great, even with a man who’s 10 years older than you.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: 

“Parece que realmente disfruta de tus clases.”: he seems to really enjoy your classes.

“ ¿Te importa si soy mayor que tú?”: Do you mind if i’m older than you?

“Nena, ¿sabes qué es tiktok?”: Baby, what is tiktok?

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @dyttomori @tyneshaaa @shurisgf @milliumizoomi @sarcasticbitchsblog @armandosbabymama @thedarkworldofhananerea @amplifiedmoan @deadpool15 @wizewhispers @5tarlan7

[deltaromeo3]

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎..? ⋆ Charles Leclerc

requested by: this ask!

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: in which the reader does not recognise the famous Monegasque Formula 1 driver; the very same one that was about to change her perspective on the sport and also her life.

↪ you can find part 2 &3 here! : #2 #3

“You should really watch where you’re walking.”

You were out grocery shopping in Monte-Carlo, peacefully minding your own business when suddenly someone bumped into you. You turned to tell them off but before you could say anything the stranger immediately apologised.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” The man asks, holding your sides.

You were taken aback when you were met with a pair of green eyes staring right at you, awaiting a response. Further behind him stood a small group of people, one of which was holding a camera.

You figured he was famous, but you had no idea who this guy was. Clueless. But he was good-looking tho. Good lord.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. No worries.” You smile softly at him and he smiles back at you. You returned to picking out your groceries but in the background you heard him talking to what you assumed was his camera crew.

“Aw cmon, it’ll be fun!” Emma says, trying to persuade you to come with her to the Monaco Grand Prix.

Her cousin had bailed last minute and Emma quickly took this chance to ask you instead. You had taken no interest in the sport but she didn’t want to waste her tickets; especially if they were paddock passes.

You groaned, “Ugh, okay okay. Just this once.”

Emma jumps with joy, “Really?!” You nod and she squeals, “I’m so excited!”

The both of you took your seats. Emma was donned in Ferrari merch and she insisted you wore one too.. you reluctantly agreed.

You sat down, the cars now lined up doing their formation lap. You had no idea which drivers were in what teams, but you were happy to be here (because of the free food) with Emma by your side.

“Ooh, there he is. My favourite driver.” She points to the red Ferrari car with the number 16 on the front of the car. You just nodded in response.

The race finally ends, the both of you were walking home. Emma was rambling on about the race and her favourite driver but you were looking down at your phone, not caring about what she was saying when suddenly you made impact with someone.

“What the hell Em-“

“I’m so sor- eh, it’s you!”

You were met with a familiar set of green eyes.

“M-me?” You point to yourself as you stood frozen, confused.

“Yeah! The girl from the supermarket! Remember me?” He asks. You tried to recall back to the time at the supermarket.

“Oh yeah, I remember.”

Oh. You again.

He lets go of your sides and you say, “You should really watch where you’re walking.”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, I really should. Oh, a Ferrari fan I see. Enjoyed the race?” He asks.

“Mm, I really didn’t pay much attention to it. But number 16 did so well though.”

“Oh really? Well, thank you.”

“Thank you? Wha-“

“Hi! Hi, my name is Emma! Nice to meet you. I’m such a big fan.” Your friend interjects, shaking Charles’ hand.

Such a big fan? Who is this guy?

“I’m so sorry, I think my friend here hit her head. She doesn’t seem to recognise who you are.”

“Well yeah, who is he? Please, enlighten me.”

Your friend turns her head, shooting you a glare. “What? Don’t look at me like that! I really don’t know.”

“I’m Charles. Charles Leclerc. The guy who drives the number 16 car.” He extends his hand, waiting for you to shake it.

“Oh! You’re Charles! Yeah, Emma is right. She’s a big fan. Won’t stop talking about you. Anyways, congratulations on your win!”

“Thank you.” He smiles “And you?” He asks.

“I… don’t really watch F1.”

“And by don’t really she meant not at all. She came because of the free food.” Your friend interrupts.

Charles chuckles. “Well it was nice meeting you…”

“Y/N.” You replied

“And you too Emma.”

He walks over to his car. A 488 Pista.

You only took a few steps in-front when suddenly he calls you out.

“Hey! Want me to send you two home?” He says as he drives, the speed of the car matching your walking pace.

You looked over to Emma. You could’ve sworn she was gleaming.

“I’m good, and your car can only fit one more person. Emma, what about you?”

She hesitantly shakes her head.

“Okay!” was all he said before he drove off, revving the car as he drove off.

“I’m going to kill you,” Emma spoke.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you just said no to a once in a lifetime offer; a ride in Charles goddamn Leclerc’s car.”

“Well you should’ve said yes!”

“Not without you! And shit!”

“What now!”

“I forgot to ask him for a goddamn photo!”

You laughed. “Next time then.”

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A/N: ahhh my first ask… I know this isnt what you asked for (or kind of.. along the lines?) but I hope you still enjoyed it <3 thank you for requesting! should i make a part two?🫣

[bakugosatoru]

MHA Boys Christmas Imagines.

Requests Open! Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia Authors note: Happy holiday season everyone! Sorry I've been a little missing in action but I have been spending holidays back home with my family but you know I couldn't stay away from our boys. I celebrate Christmas so that's what these imagines will be but if anyone wants other holiday ones just let me know! Have a wonderful holidays everyone. (P.S. This was written on my phone so please excuse any weird formatting)

Izuku

- You wake up to Izuku having cooked a gorgeous pancake breakfast for you. - "Good morning honey, Merry Christmas!" - If you were the type to wear matching hoodies or sweaters Izuku would be MORE than happy to indulge you. Matching Christmas sweaters or pajamas, you name it. -You'd have a mostly slow morning, cuddle on the couch and enjoy one another's company until about mid-day when you'd head to Inko's (Izukus mums) home for a late Christmas lunch/dinner -He's happy to spend any other day with your family or just the two of you, but Izuku insists on spending Christmas day with his mum. - She creates a gorgeous roast dinner for the 3 of you, it's incredible and you all happily sit around the table chatting and eating, Izuku holding your hand under the table the minute you finish eating. - Izuku is a very good gift giver. He usually gets you two or three lovely expensive gifts. He's the type to know exactly what you want even if you didn't. He's the kind to remember something you mentioned months before and get it for you for a suprise. - Inko is the type for hand made gifts, she knitted you and Izuku a matching set of gloves because she's worried about you both getting cold. - You spend the evening at Inko's home, happily dozing off on the couch watching an All Might Christmas special in Izukus arms. - "You make my life so much better my love, can't wait to spend the next year by your side"

Katsuki

- As much of he won't admit it, he loves having a big Christmas with both your family's together. - You usually travel up to stay with Mitsuki and Masaru a few days before Christmas. Katsuki puts in under the guise of 'helping the old geezers get the house presentable' but you know that deep down he loves spending time with his Mum and Dad. - You spend time with Katsuki, cooking and decorating, and as much as he feigns complaints, he happily joins you for any holiday activity you want to do. - "Eh? Gingerbread houses? .... Fine nerd but don't take all the icing you hear?" -When Christmas day finally comes, the house comes alive with laughter and chatter of your families, but Katsuki doesn't leave your side. -He is either holding your hand or standing behind you with his hands rested on your waist or wrapped around you - He also always keeps an eye on you to make sure you don't get overwhelmed by all the people, and if you do he'll take you into a quiet room to recharge for a little bit. -"You alright baby? Need a minute? Nah it's fine, the extras can wait, here come sit down." - When it comes to gifts, Katsuki goes absolutely over the top for you. Get ready for 8 to 9 boxes, all for you. - When the house finally quiets down, you and Katsuki help tidy up and head back to the bedroom your staying in. - "Hey, I know I'm not always the easiest to deal with sometimes.... but I love you, I love having Christmas with you, and I wanna spend all of next year with you too. I love you nerd"

Shoto

- Shoto really isn't a massive fan of big family gatherings... for obvious reasons. - His dream Christmas is just with you and maybe some friends. - You really want to make this Christmas special for him so you decorate the house while he's on patrol a few days before. - On Christmas morning you make lovely french toast for him and hot cocoa. - "This looks amazing angel. Thank you" - He helps you set the table and do some cooking for the friends Christmas lunch your having. -Izuku, Katsuki, Eijiro and Denki rock up around mid-day with gifts and side-dishes. - You have a lovely Christmas lunch with all your friends and it seems Shoto was able to get into the Christmas spirit a little. - After your friends leave that evening, Shoto drags you onto the couch and turns on a sappy Christmas movie before grabbing a few small presents. - "I'm not the best with holiday stuff... but I hope you like these" - You adore them, they are heartfelt jewellery pieces and other lovely small gifts. - You fall asleep curled up in Shotos arms, his fingers carding through your hair. - "I've never been a massive fan of the holidays... but with you, I'm starting to get why people love it. I love you and I want to spend every day of my life with you."

[k-zu]

REALLY LOVE YOUR DRAGON LI FIC ITS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIABSUAVHA <33

is it okay if I request dragon zhongli headcanons with gn reader?

maybe you can add one where he’s in full dragon form and reader helping him out with grooming like brushing and untangling some matted parts of his hair or using products to care for his scales or horns? :o

(with or without reader is fine with me :])

feel free to decline this! Have an awesome week ⭐️💗

request and you shall be granted.

( i've never written anything in headcanon format, hope this is alright ! )

"after stepping down from his title as an archon, zhongli still isn't able to live a truly mortal life, for he still is a half-dragon even without the mighty exuvia. as his companion though, he's more than grateful that you're there to help him through it."

getting used to maintaining a fully human form becomes harder without his gnosis, that's why he lets some of his dragon-like features out while hiding them under his clothes. like his shining arms and hands under his suit and gloves.

he has the sharpest instincts, when he feels you're in danger he's quick to manifest geo shields around you, he might even get in a protective stance in front of you. like a dragon protecting its treasure.

after long days of dealing with his restless child boss, he comes home and, if he's comfortable enough with you, instantly lets his half-dragon form out. opting for rest under the sun or nuzzled in bed with you.

half-dragon zhongli is extremely sensitive to touch, perhaps becomes a bit more bold when seeking for your attention too. he'll become more touchy and will try to kiss you more often. if you do even as much as to reciprocate a kiss and put your hands on him, it's over for you. he's not letting go.

half-dragon zhongli is also extremely sensitive to how you're feeling, if he senses tiredness, fatigue or anything that might get you in a bad mood or sick, he will stand by your side and offer to help you with whatever he can to make you feel more comfortable. ( i have a drabble on this where reader falls sick ehe all fluff ! )

"my, but you're shivering! would you like me to get you some blankets, my dear? oh? just hug you?" he giggles, "you don't need to ask twice, my love."

half-dragon zhongli who purrs without noticing !!!

half-dragon zhongli whose golden markings shine in pulsating glows along the beat of your heart, they're on his arms and legs and perhaps even chest, where he likes to place his hand and watch as the light that represents your heart slips through the fingers covering it.

sometimes, he pretends to fall asleep on the couch so you can quietly join him for a bit, and after he's sure you've fallen asleep he cuddles you and kisses the back of your neck with such fondness.

now, full-dragon zhongli but a tiny version of the exuvia who acts a lot like a cat but is still able to understand you.

he lets you pet him and marvels at the little kisses you leave on his head. he also lets you help him untangle and take care of his fur, very softly at first fearing you might hurt him accidentally. he just stares at you attentively until you feel giddy enough to leave a kiss or two between your work, he'd close his eyes and smile in delight.

tiny cat-like dragon zhongli whose favorite place to nap on is your lap !

he can't afford to manifest the big exuvia form without his gnosis, specially not inside his mortal house. so he settles on a smaller form, perhaps the size of a small dog. he'd be always on top of you in some way, your shoulders, your head, or clinging to your pants until you pick him up.

maybe if you visit his adepti abode, he'd let you see the big dragon and then you'd understand all the legends and songs dedicated to his name.

perhaps if you meet each other after giving up his gnosis, he'd feel scared of telling you the truth, fearing you might think differently of him if you find out he used to be the geo archon and is now just a non-human funeral consultant.

i can imagine him wishing to really touch you, without gloves, to feel your warmth and the softness of your skin, to love every part of you without restrictions. ( i just thought of a very cute drabble idea for this ( ˙▿˙ ) )

half-dragon zhongli would be the most difficult person to get things done with, you need to get out of bed to work? are you sure?

"dearest, you're so warm…" "i hear you, but we really need to get up."

dragon zhongli who, in his big form, likes to walk/fly around just for you to admire him and compliment him.

dragon zhongli who makes a contract with himself to protect you from any and all harm for as long as he lives ( and has the ability to remember ).

a/n:

i am more than soft for dragon zhongli, the brainrot is so strong UWAAAA

no beta we die.

[stardustloki]

Being Useful

When Wrecker is injured, the entire Batch agree that he needs time to rest and heal. This is why, when Shep asks the Batch for help with a task that will be sure to make his injuries worse, Omega is baffled when her brothers agree immediately.

The Batch know that they're safe on Pabu. However, they haven't quite understood that their safety doesn't rely on them always making themselves useful.

Tags: Gen, Omega and Wrecker POVs, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Found Family, Past Trauma (Kamino was NOT a good place), Non-Graphic Description of Minor Injuries

Read on Ao3 here.

Or under the cut...

“That should do it,” Echo said at last, securing the long bandage he’d wrapped around Wrecker’s torso. “It’ll heal up fine, but-” he fixed him with a stern look- “only if you rest and give the bacta time to do its job.”

Omega watched as Wrecker visibly deflated.

“You mean I’ve got to sit around doing nothing!”

“If you don’t put any strain on your muscles for the next rotation, the bacta will do its job and the tears in your trapezius will heal.” Echo folded his arms. “If you don’t rest them, if you go around lifting heavy things, they won’t heal, and you’ll be bored for much longer.”

Wrecker stared up at the ceiling, letting out a frustrated sigh. “ Fine. ”

“Lyana was going to teach me how to make sushi today,” Omega spoke up. “You could come with me, if you want. It should be interesting, and we’ll be eating a lot.”

As she waited, hoping her brother would say yes, she caught the grateful look Hunter was sending her out of the corner of her eye. Getting any of her brothers to take it slow after an injury in the field had always been a difficult task, and Wrecker, with his boundless energy and need to move, had always been the worst of them. If he said yes to this, at least she knew he wouldn’t put any strain on his back for the next hour or so.

Her brother looked thoughtful for a second, before smiling at her. “Yeah, okay. I guess that could be fun.”

“Awesome!” she replied, feeling the excitement swell within her, jumping up slightly on the balls of her feet.

She waited, hoping she seemed far more patient on the outside than she felt on the inside, as Hunter helped Wrecker get his shirt back on and Echo packed away the medical supplies. Crosshair was sitting on the bench near the door, chewing a toothpick and tinkering with the settings for his prosthetic hand.

Without warning, Hunter seemed to freeze, glancing at the wall of their home, moving his head slowly towards the door, as if tracking someone. A few seconds later, there was a knock. Omega shrugged and went to open it.

Shep was outside, grinning widely at her through the doorway. She couldn’t help but grin back at the man she was slowly coming to consider her uncle.

“Omega! How are you?” he asked.

“Great, thanks. Looking forward to hanging out with Lyana! What about you?”

“Eh, I’m alright. But there’s been a couple problems I’m hoping your brothers will be able to help out with. Can I come in?”

“Sure!”

She stepped aside to let him in, but as she turned back towards her brothers she found herself frowning, brain stuttering in alarm. 

Hunter, Crosshair and Echo were all standing in between Shep and Wrecker. With the way they’d staggered themselves, the pattern appearing almost natural, perhaps to an outsider like Shep it wouldn’t look as if they’d placed themselves in a defensive formation, clearly attempting to shield Wrecker, but to Omega it couldn’t have been more obvious.

What wasn’t obvious, however, was why they were doing it. This was Shep. One of the nicest people they’d ever met. There was absolutely no need to protect Wrecker from him.

“Good morning, how are you boys today?” Shep’s voice was as welcoming as ever, but Hunter was far more guarded when he spoke.

“We’re all fine, thank you.” Omega frowned at Hunter’s words, she wouldn’t class Wrecker as ‘fine’. “How can we help?”

“There’s a house down near the coast, it got damaged real bad in the storm last night. I was hoping you’d help rebuild it. Wrecker would be a real help bringing up some of the building materials from one of the ships in the dock.”

“Sounds good,” Hunter replied. “Just tell us where the house is and we’ll be there.”

Wait, what?

She waited for Echo to speak up, to repeat what he’d told Wrecker just a few minutes before. Neither Echo nor Crosshair opened their mouths to speak. Instead, they watched Shep with neutral expressions, clearly waiting for him to carry on the conversation.

“Awesome, I’ll send you the address on my comm and-”

“Wait, stop,” Omega interrupted, because if everyone was gonna act like they’d lost their minds, at least she could be the voice of reason. “Wrecker can’t help you, he’s-”

“He’s fine, sir,” Hunter cut across her.

She could literally feel herself gaping at him, but he didn’t spare her a glance, keeping his steady gaze firmly on Shep, who surely must be realising this was weird, right? Hunter had just called him ‘sir’, for kriff’s sake. Hunter had never called him ‘sir’.

Thankfully for her sanity, Shep did seem to find this weird, because he was frowning at Hunter, his head tilted slightly.

“If Wrecker’s injured in some way…” he began.

“It’s nothing,” Wrecker said.

“Nothing serious,” Hunter added, the ‘s’ on serious a little too stuttered for Omega to believe that he hadn’t been about to call Shep ‘sir’ again before cutting himself off.

She stared at him incredulously. Not serious? Okay, it wasn’t serious like a blaster wound was serious, or like a chip in your brain was serious. But, even though he’d tried to hide it, she’d known that Wrecker had been in agony before Echo had applied the bacta, and he’d only stop the injury from healing, or even make it worse, if he started lifting things now.

Besides, Shep considered a small cut serious. She knew because of how he’d fussed over Lyana the last time they’d cooked together and Lyana had nicked herself when her knife had slipped. He’d also been way too concerned when Omega had fallen down the stairs during a game of tag with her friend - she’d only had a couple of bumps and grazes after all, they were basically routine on missions! There was absolutely no way he’d consider letting Wrecker hurt himself more by helping - so why weren’t the others telling him?

“If you’re sure,” he replied, an edge of uncertainty in his voice.

“No, he’s-” 

Hunter made a clearly frantic but barely noticeable gesture in battlesign, with one of the hands he was keeping firmly by his side, telling her that she needed to stop, now. She cut herself off, scowling at him.

If Hunter was using battlesign that meant this was important, that his orders needed to be followed. She knew it also meant he must have an explanation for this, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be frustrated, even as she obeyed. It wasn’t her fault his orders made no sense. 

“Omega’s upset because she invited Wrecker to make sushi with her and Lyana,” Echo said, eyes flickering down towards the floor as he struggled with the lie.

Shep fixed her with a kind smile. Omega did her best to look like it didn’t irritate the hell out of her at that moment. “I’m sure he’ll be able to help next time. So,” he addressed the others, “I’ll see you boys in half an hour or so. If anything changes, or you’re not able to help for any reason, just let me know.”

After he’d left, Omega let her brothers feel the full force of her glare.

“What the hell was that?”

She was surprised to hear Crosshair speaking those words, considering they were exactly what she’d been about to ask the four of them.

“I could ask you the same,” she snapped, folding her arms. “Have you forgotten that there are small tears in Wrecker’s back muscles. Do you want him to get hurt worse.”

Crosshair took a step towards her. Omega only narrowed her eyes further.

“Have you forgotten that they allow us to live here, that they protect us from the Empire even after it invaded their home, because we’re useful to them?” He replied. Omega felt her mouth drop open for the second time that day. “Have you thought about what happens when we stop being useful to them?”

“They invited us to live here because they like us, because they care about us!” Omega protested.

Crosshair scoffed, and, as she glanced at the others, hoping that they’d back her up on this, she could see they looked a mix of wary and uncomfortable.

“I’m sure they do, at least a bit,” Hunter told her, voice gentle, as if he was telling her something difficult to hear. Omega supposed it was difficult, if only because they were being so ridiculous. “But they’ll probably like us a whole lot less if we don’t help them.”

“He wouldn’t want Wrecker to be in pain.”

“I’m fine, Omega,” Wrecker said, walking over to wrap her in a hug, which she gracelessly accepted. “I’ve had to deal with worse, way worse. I’ll be back here recovering before you know it.”

“He probably wouldn’t want Wrecker to be in pain,” Echo agreed, “But-”

“There isn’t any ‘but’ to this!” Omega snapped. “He cares about us, he cares about Wrecker. That isn’t going to change because Wrecker can’t help out one time.”

“Sorry, kid,” Wrecker told her, gently ruffling her hair. “You aren’t going to win this one.”

She sighed, allowing her head to rest against his chest. “Fine,” she groaned. “Guess I’ll go make sushi with Lyana myself then.”

The frustration and anger remained within her throughout her walk along the sunny streets of Pabu. It hadn’t abated by the time she reached Lyana’s, not when she was aware that Wrecker should have been there beside her, not walking in the other direction, about to start doing an activity that was only going to hurt him and make his injuries worse.

Whatever Omega might think about Echo’s lying skills, hers weren’t much better, and Lyana could tell something was up almost as soon as she’d arrived. Well, Omega wanted to know the truth, and she didn’t much feel about hiding what had upset her anyway, so once they were both sitting in the comfortable wooden bench on Lyana’s patio, sipping on the smoothies her friend had prepared, she asked Lyana if her dad had ever stopped liking her because she hadn’t helped him.

Lyana was horrified. “No! Why would you even ask that, Omega?”

She shrugged, but felt her heart lighten at the answer. “Has he ever stopped liking someone else?”

“No! Omega-”

“Wrecker’s injured, he’s hurt his back really badly,” she explained, relieved that she’d been correct. “But my brothers think that if they don’t help your dad, then he’s gonna stop being kind to us or something.”

Lyana gaped at her. “But he’d never do that! He loves you guys, we both do!” She thought for a moment, eyes flickering from side to side. “I’ll comm him, let him know what’s going on. He’ll know what to do.”

For the first time in the last twenty minutes, Omega felt like the world was slowly starting to make sense again. And, as Lyana’s call connected to her dad, she let herself smile at that.

Wrecker walked down to the house near the coast, flanked by his brothers on both sides. He felt sad for Omega, for how upset she’d got on his behalf, but really, he’d be okay. Sure, this was going to be difficult, and it was going to hurt, but he pushed through pain on missions all the time. Besides, he knew with absolute certainty that it was going to be nothing compared to the tests the scientists and trainers had put him through back on Kamino. Sooner or later, his injuries would heal and he’d be fine again. It didn’t really matter that making sushi with Omega had sounded nice.

As they approached, Shep waved to them, and they waved back, before making their way down the steps towards him.

“Where do you want us?” Hunter asked.

Shep explained their tasks, one by one, until he got to Wrecker. He passed him the fishing rod he was carrying. “I’d like you to sit on the jetty and catch us some fish for lunch.”

Wrecker could tell by his brother’s reactions that he wasn’t the only one confused by that. “I thought you wanted me to carry building supplies?”

He shook his head. “Change of plans. I got some other guys who’re doing that.”

And, okay, maybe that made sense. But wouldn’t Wrecker’s strength be more useful helping with the rebuilding work instead of sitting around catching fish? He opened his mouth to ask why and was rewarded with a sharp elbow in his left side. Right, Crosshair had a point there, it would be stupid to get himself hurt worse when he was being given a way out.

About half an hour later, Wrecker sat by the sea, holding his fishing rod steady. As the minutes passed, he could feel the pain in his back lessen as his feeling of relaxation grew.

He looked across as Shep moved the bucket of fish backwards, before taking its place beside him.

“Looks like you’ve been doing good work,” he commented.

“I guess.”

“We’re repairing Nixret’s house,” Shep continued, as they both stared across the ocean. “Nix is old, he can’t see, he can barely walk anymore, he relies on the kindness of his neighbours to help him out everyday. But he’s one of the most interesting people I know. Do you think I don’t care about him because he can’t get around by himself?”

“No,” Wrecker replied, brow crinkling. It was obvious that Shep cared, he wouldn’t be organising all this if he didn’t. Then his brow creased further. “Omega told you what we talked about, didn’t she?”

Shep nodded, and Wrecker found himself tensing in a way that sent shocks of pain across his shoulder blades.

“She did, and I’m glad she did. And you should be glad you’ve got such a good sister.” Out of the corner of his eye, Wrecker could see that Shep was smiling at him, eyes full of concern. “You are a part of this community now Wrecker. And that won’t change if you can’t lift heavy objects. I like you because you’re you, not because of what you can do for me. And I’ve been told to tell you Lyana likes you because she thinks you’re her funniest uncle.”

“Oh,” Wrecker said, staring down at the water. He didn’t know what to say. It would probably have been easier to come up with something to say if he’d even known what to think.

“I don’t know what you boys have been through exactly,” Shep continued. “But I know whatever it was, it can’t have been easy. Even so, I’d appreciate it if you told me in the future when helping me out would hurt you.”

Wrecker nodded, still feeling blank.

“Alright then. Shall we get these fish back to the others?”

This right here was easily much firmer ground. “Sounds good,” he replied, managing a smile.

As they walked together, back towards the house his brothers were working on, Wrecker found himself thinking about what Omega had said earlier, and what Shep had said just then. It didn’t feel true, not exactly, and he knew that he’d have to discuss it with Hunter and the others later. But even if it didn’t feel true, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t true.

Maybe, they could be safe here, even when they weren’t useful?

[smellss]

Poked- Sam kerr x singer!reader social media au!

part two of nudged series

summary: things are starting to seem suspicious between these two superstars… or is it just luck being in the same place at once?

sorry i’m a bit evil in this mwah ha ha - idk if i like this formatting so please let me know if you like it 🫶 oh also unedited you know the drill

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y/noffical: a special surprise for my fellow aussie babies, so glad to have to you here pumpkin🧡 @masiepeters

masiepeters: aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi

user445: my fav bestie girls

randomuser: is this y/n’s new gf??

user445: no queen her longtime bestie

teddysphotos: take good care of her while i’m gone

y/noffical: i’ll water her twice a day

y/nbabygirl: i wonder if they have any special plans while masie is here???

masiepeters: 💚💛👀

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mummyy/n: oh masie is giving us THE goods

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y/nultimategossiper: Both Masie Peters and Y/n posted stories and were seen supporting the Matilda’s at their game last night against Ireland.

samshinpad: wow wow wow

y/nsbabygirl: things are getting serious!!!

user675: aw that’s so nice the girls are supporting one another

y/nsmummy: oh yeah supporting 😏

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captainkerrupdates: Katrina Gorry’s DELETED instagram story feature Sam Kerr, Haley Russo and suspected Y/n L/n and Masie Peters last night clubbing in Perth 📸👀

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sammystrawberry: oh now this is some concrete business

user567: y’all are delusional that could literally be any blondes on the team macca or kennedy?

y/nbaby: ALERT 🚨 NOT A DRILL MOTHERS ARE TOGETHER

mummyy/n: wow all the girls met @masiepeters this must be serious..!

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y/nultimategossiper: Y/n and Sam Kerr’s respective posts last night. It seems some sort of romance is going on between the two of them however, it’s unsure how long Y/n will continue to be in AUS due to her ongoing tour. I hope she has a break for a bit and gets to hang with Sam more.

samsleftboot: the matching emojis they are so gay i love it.

y/nbaby: god i’m so happy for her she’s been looking so happy in all her photos since she got home ❤️

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y/nbaby: OMG SAM LIKED MY COMMENT guess i’m famous now 🥲

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y/noffical: Perth night 3 🔥 What an amazing last show to wrap up the Australasian Tour for my staff, family and friends thanks. To the fans this one was for you and someone special… Well be back touring soon but I have some things I have to take care of down under!

y/nbaby: SOMEONE SPECIAL AND SAM AND ALANNAH LIKED WHAT IS GOING ON

y/nmummy: I THREW MY PHONE WHEN I SAW THE POST

y/nangel: hyperventilating

taylorswift: so proud of you my sweet girl 🧡

tayschaibiccy: their relationship> everything else

y/noffical: thank you my angel 🫶

alannahkennedy: amazing last show!

samanthakerr20: eh it was alright

y/noffical: reckon you could do better sammy

samanthakerr20: with my eyes closed blondie

y/nbaby: i’m dead.

florencepugh: congrats y/n 🎉

y/nmummy: uh no? not a fan of this

y/nangel: this post is so hectic i need a breather

[magixfairyix]

Zenothian (fanmade planet) Letters

~ Tried to make it interesting and not just replicas of English, but the only language I know is English so I did what I good given my basic bitch status

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~ Zenothe (I have more lore of it on my page) is Darcy's planet in my lore and my fanfictions, and in my Winx club rewrite is is the root language of a lot of spells, especially old ones (mainly witch magic, as Zenothe is mainly witches) and is even used in fairy spells sometimes as a word or two

~ It is a powerful language for spells, as it also has roots on the Dominian (Domino) runic alphabet that is old as hell, which is more simpler and less complex, only having the basic vowel runes (AA, EE, II, OO, UU, and the non-vowel runes)

~ It is traditionally written in the runic format in spells and rituals, though is more popular written in the English/Magixian letter format (such as in my rewrite the times it it used)

~ The runes/traditional letters are pronounced like the Magixian letters below them, though there is a clear difference between how well the words flow if you were raised on learning it or not (those on Zenothe normally learn both this and the English/Magixian language)

~ Those who are from Zenothe's words clearly audibly flow better when speaking Zenothian because the vowel sounds are especially specific and sound choppy if one is not used to it

~ For example, someone who is new to Zenothian would pronounce the AO vowel sound as eh-oh with two syllables, though someone who has known Zenothian for a long time would pronounce the latter more prominently (O, oh) with slight differences depending on weather or not it's AO, IO, etc, and more so as one sound and syllable

~ New at Zenothian: Focuses on the letters as two separate sounds (AO, eh-oh)

~ Well-versed in Zenothian: Focuses on the letters merged into one sounds and syllable (AO, oh with a quick and slight ah sounds at the beginning. Sounds more like 'ow')

~ The 'root' symbol of the A-vowel sounds is a V-shape, for the E-vowel sound it is two small horizontal lines, for the I-vowel sound it is a vertical line, O-sound a circle, and U-sound an upper-facing arch

~ The 'roots' of the consonants is a vertical line and some sort of curve(s) and/or line(s) around said line

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Pronunciation:

~ The pronunciation of the consonants is the same as the English/Magixian language

~ A-vowel sounds: AA (eh), AE (eh-ee), AI (eh-eye), AO (eh-oh), AU (eh-ewe)

~ E-vowel sounds: EE (ee), EA (ee-eh), EI (ee-eye), EO (ee-oh), EU (ee-ewe)

~ I-vowel sounds: II (eye), IA (eye-eh), IE (eye-ee), IO (eye-oh), IU (eye-ewe)

~ O-vowel sounds: OO (oh), OA (oh-eh), OE (oh-ee), OI (oh-eye), OU (oh-ewe)

~ U-vowel sounds: UU (ewe), UA (ewe-eh), UE (ewe-ee), UI (ewe-eye), UO (ewe-oh)

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Example:

~ The Zenothian word for home (taking inspiration from the Latin word, 'longe,' for 'far') is louui

~ This would be pronounced, for someone new to Zenothian, low-ewe-oo-i): L, OU, UI

~ But for someone who knows the language well and is used to it, the word louui would sound more so like loh-oo-eye, the OU sound being merged into one syllable and merging with the first bit of the UI sound

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~ When I dug up all of this from my notebook I found a little statement in brackets of me asking myself 'what am I doing?' and I think that sums this up pretty well

[brb-on-a-quest]

It's December 31, I should make reading goals but I'll be honest the only reason I read as much as I did is bc 48 hour train ride in the last week of December. I am running off sleep deprivation and too much caffeine but I don't wanna forget soooo it will be slapdash

@ramblings-of-lola if you were curious (did I miss yours going up? I'm so sorry it's been chaotic)

Death note vol 4 3/5- honestly struggling since L got offed. Like I still like it but the main dynamic I was interested in got burst and everything has been off from there. However, still overall enjoying the series and interested to see how stuff go down

The language of thorns - 5/5 grims fairy tale  perfect fun times. Upon reflection I think my particular favorites were kujo, gingerbread witch, and ulla.

Illuminae- this was more of a book that belongs in an art museum than in my house. Got it for dirt cheap at a library book sale at some booktubers recommendations (idr if it was positive or not, I think it was just different and I was excited for that). And it was very different (it's told through case reports, DMs, some diary entries, so not typical story format, however everything is still informal so it's not constant space jargon) and really refreshing wouldn't reread again, do want to try similar format. I apparently don't typically read a lot of sci-fi (still working through the Amish one) so good to have something diff.

Lockwood and Co the screaming staircase 2.5/5. I didn't want to give things this rating but as much as I loved all the worldbuilding the characters being so dumb really annoyed the hell out of me, even giving allowances due to age - if they have been professionally working with ghosts extermination I feel like a lot of things should've been avoided. Debating whether I continue reading the series or not bc on the one hand I want more ghostly worldbuilding stuffs on the other hand I don't care to read more with those protagonists.

Rebecca of sunnybrook farm (reread) 2.5/5. I wanted Anne of green gables vibes but didn't bring my copy with me so I chose this on kindle cuz free and this was AOGG you have in ur fridge when ur mom says you have AOGG at home. In some ways it literally was the same vibes which is what I wanted but overall characters were less compelling and seemingly had no life outside of Rebecca which I found distressingly annoying. Also everytime I read this I find the relationship arc between Adam Ladd and Rebecca to be extremely...eh(?/bad) bc I couldn't tell if author wants ppl to ship them together romantically or not. Either way def a product of its time, not my personal choice anymore AOGG supremacy.

[koffeesfancy]

Sorrel Ch. 1 | Letitia Wright x Reader

Summary: An American in London, you have recently graduated university with no job prospects so you take up a gig at a Guyanese bakery and become enthralled in the world of a regular customer. (shy!reader) (nerdy!reader)

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 618

A/N: I'm going back and cleaning things up. The formatting has changed and of course, chapters progressively increase in length and quality as I get a feel for the story. I don't particulary like this first chapter, but too many people have already read it for me to completely overhaul it or triple its length lol.

It's not everyday one meets a celebrity, much less an Emmy nominee such as Letitia Wright. When Kerry offered to hook you up at her aunt's roti shop, she briefly mentioned a few of the people who happened to come through on the occasion- mainly Guyanese British influencers and entertainers seeking a taste of home. Letitia's name came up and was quickly forgotten. Your mind was stuck elsewhere in a land of bills and visa issues.

Yet now it seemed unreal. She stood by the entrance, picking up a few caramels and bottles of channa from the shelf. At about 5'5, she was a lot shorter than you'd have thought she was, but she looked effortlessly chic nonetheless.

Kerry's aunt Sharmin bustled out of the back. "Eh eh! Mi nuh see yuh in long long time!" she shouted, making her way from behind the counter to hug Letitia. You watched them embrace behind the lowered frames of your glasses, pretending to tie bags of pine tart. Letitia was beguiling. She wore a black linen button down that teased a glimpse of her clavicle with a matching pair of shorts and white sneakers. A pair of expensive looking shades sat atop her shaved head. The gold jewelry on her neck and hands glimmered in the light.

At some point you must have have given up the ruse of subtlety, because when they hugged again, Letitia looked up from Sharmin's back, across the shop, and straight into your eyes, a cheeky grin across her face.

You gathered your senses in enough time to feel some shame and play it off. As you busied yourself counting napkins, a figure stood in front of the register. "Hmmm, what shall we have today," you heard. Letitia leaned against the counter, her hands and chest inches away from you and her gaze turned upwards to the overhead menu.

You glanced around for help. Sharmin was already headed out the door for her errands and you knew you'd be alone for the next hour until Kerry's cousin clocked in.

"What do you like?" Letitia asked, her voice syrupy with a slight rasp. Her eyes were on you again. There was something so disarming about her presence and it made you a clammy, nervous mess. You stuttered through some vague, everything is good, sort of answer while your hands refused to find a normal resting position.

"Oh, are you American?" she exclaimed at the sound of your accent, her brown eyes lighting up in intrigue. "What're you doing in London?"

"Sch-school," you mutter. You silently prayed to die on the spot or for the ceiling concave to make this embarrassing moment end. Unfortunately for you, no one died and the roof remained intact. What's worse is that Letitia kept asking questions. "What are you studying?"

"Is that program at King's College?"

"Are you doing like a study abroad semester?"

"Where are you from in the U.S?"

"Wow, I was just there for a work thing! Have you seen the art museum downtown?"

The questions didn't stop and by the time she remembered what she came for, you'd already stopped breathing for a long time and filled your shoes with sweat.

"Hmmm, I'll take some tennis rolls and sorrel," she hummed. As you turned around to gather her order, you caught yourself thinking you saw her eyes slide down your body. You shook the thought out of your head and continued working. As if an Emmy-nominated actress would be interested in whatever pudge was hiding underneath your indie band tee.

Before leaving, Letitia stood at the door and asked another question across the room. "Oh, and what's your name, love?" If only the floor could swallow you whole.

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[cozymoko]

Helloo! Im new to this stuff so pls tell me if im doing anything wrong, I was wondering if you could write for sakamaki or mukami brothers with a cute little sister who has the most beautiful voice ever? Like a really really pretty voice thank youu

MUKAMIS WITH A SISTER THAT HAS A BEAUTIFUL VOICE

Note: You're fine, no worries!

Pairing: Mukami Brothers (seperately) x Platonic! little sister

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): not proofread

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RUKI MUKAMI

Shockingly enough, Ruki doesn't seem to mind when you interrupt his evening readings. At least not too much. Even he is not immune to the leisure he's endowed when conversing with his little sister. Your voice was truly an anomaly; so sweet and comforting. With the way his brothers act, he hardly believes he's related to you.

Ruki will place you in any extracurriculars that involve you using your voice. Public speaking, singing, whatever you'd like. There's no reason for something too helpful to go to waste as it could get you quite far in your life. If that doesn't interest you then so be it, he has no problem spending the rest of his evenings basking in the sweet sound of his sister's voice. Although Ruki won't tell you that.

“Hm, it seems that you're home early. Come, tell me about your day, I'll be happy to listen. 'Out of character' you say? Haah, it'd be best to ignore it.”

KOU MUKAMI

There is no one more in love with your voice than Kou himself. He insists you come to all his concerts and sing a duet with him. Even if you lack the ability to sing, it doesn't sound any less charming to those listening. Kou swears he could listen to you talk forever! (Which is probably true)

Not to mention you're absolutely adorable! If he had the opportunity he'd probably squeeze you to death. When his fans see the two of you on stage, they're practically gushing over you (they can't have you though). Seeing their favorite idol and his sibling standing side by side is a sight for the ages.

“Eh, the song's over already? C'mon~, just one more, pleaseee~! That one was way too short and I want to hear you sing one more time.”

YUMA MUKAMI

Okay, your voice is pretty but do you know how to pick weeds from the garden? I jest; Yuma is another victim of the dulcet hums resonating in your chest. Usually, Yuma would grow rather annoyed when interrupted during his pastimes, but he like any other enjoys hearing you ramble on about your day.

Begging of any kind gets to him pretty quickly and that voice of yours speeds up the process. After all, who is he to resist his sister's charms? This man is a sucker for puppy dog eyes of any kind so don't worry about overusing them. With a cute face like yours, I'm sure it'll be easy!

“The hell 're you lookin' at me for? Move before I put ya' to work. Fine, fine, I won't so quit your whinin'!”

AZUSA MUKAMI

As one would expect, Auzsa is nothing short of grateful for your voice. Restless nights seem to plague him a lot less, his anxiety subsiding in your presence. When you greet him grinning from ear to ear, shouting, "Hi big brother!" his life feels complete.

Clingy doesn't begin to describe his behavior towards you. This man is practically glued to your side. It's hard to believe you're the baby of the family when Azusas around, he beats you by a l ong shot. He's just happy to be in your presence, listening to you even if you aren't talking to him. It's endearing, hm?

“Aah, can you repeat that? I heard you...It's just...I'd like to hear you say it again. Can you? Just....this once?”

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - Part Eight

Summary: Yuuta joins the family, and the events of JJK0 are explored.

CW: sexual references, swearing, suggestive themes, canon typical violence, mentions of blood and wounds.

A/N: sorry this took so long guys I’m working on my 1.5k followers celebration too so this took a back burner but I gotta say thank u all so much for such amazing support ily all <3 don’t forget requests for this series are always open and so are requests for my 1.5k celebration!!

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Your husband comes through the front door of your cottage, strangely quietly – which is your first indication of something being amiss, your peaceful house when you come home is usually sounds of music and the occasional meow of a cat and whistle of a kettle, and soft chatter between you and Megumi, but it’s always broken by a “Wifey! I’m home! ‘Gumi, come see your darling papa and welcome him home!”, so the silence was disconcerting.

Hearing footsteps from behind you, you spin from your place at the stove, freezing at the sight of a slightly uncharacteristically serious Satoru.

“What’s up?” You say.

“Where’s Megumi?” You reply.

“Studying at the library, he’ll be home by 8 pm. What’s wrong, Satoru?” You put your hands on his shoulders and see them loosen under your touch.

“Remember that I was visiting the cursed kid today? After the school thing?”

“Yeah? Okkotsu, right? Poor kid.”

“Yeah. Well, he’s in the hall.”

“Hm?”

“He’s in the hall, the kid. Like – in there.” He says pointing to the entryway of your house.

“Well, I’m glad I made extra food. It’s like I have a sixth sense. Now we can’t leave him out there, bring him in. We’ll talk later.” You say, kissing your husband on his cheek. Contrary to what many people think, your husband never does anything without thinking it through – and you trust him implicitly. Details could be dealt with later.

He kisses the top of your head and leans into the hall.

“C’mere Yuuta, it’s your turn to meet the world’s most beautiful woman!” He shouts and you roll your eyes, smiling.

In the doorway appears a boy, thin and slightly gaunt in the face – he looks so tired you almost worry he’ll keel straight over. You think he’s a little older than Megumi, maybe 2 years his senior. He’s tall enough, probably the same height as your son. His eyes dart from the ground up to you, then around the room. You can just feel the nerves rolling from him.

“You must be Yuuta! It’s so nice to have you here, I’m Y/N, Gojo’s wife. I hope you’re hungry, we’ve lots of food, I made spaghetti tonight.”

“Thank you for having me, ma’am. I’m very sorry to be imposing on you like this.” Such a polite boy, you think, with wonderful manners.

“Oh don’t be silly you’re not doing anything of the sort! I’m just sorry if my husband dragged you here. Want me to take your coat?” You lean toward him, and he flinches and shies away, eyes looking to Satoru. You look between them.

“Rika… she’s a bit, eh, protective.” He says.

“Ha! Don’t worry about Y/N, Yuuta. She’s special grade too, like me and Rika.” Satoru laughs ruffling your hair, passing by into the kitchen.

“We’re all safe here, Yuuta, don’t worry.” You softly say, nodding toward the dining room.

You serve up some food for Satoru and Yuuta, who both eat like they hadn’t in days. You don’t eat yet, saying you’ll eat with Megumi when he gets home.

“Our sons about your age Yuuta, how old are you?”

“16. How do you guys have a son my age?” He asks, obviously curious about how two people in their mid-twenties could have a teen.

“Ah, well, he’s adopted. We took in Megumi and Tsumiki when they were little, Tsumiki’s your age. But she’s… she’s not here.” You say, still unsure of what to say about where your daughter is.

“Tsumiki was cursed. She’s in the hospital, sleeping, she has been for a while now.” Satoru fills in when he finds you faltering, squeezing your hand.

“Cursed, like Rika?” He asks.

“Kinda. We don’t know what happened to either of them or why they’re both cursed. But Tsumiki is alive – and human.” Satoru says.

“Would you mind telling me about Rika, Yuuta?” You ask him.

He looks at Gojo, who nods and smiles.

“She was my friend when we were small. She told me we’d be together forever and she loved me and gave me this ring. But, she died. She was hit by a car. She stays with me now. She’s, really protective of me. That’s … what happened at the school.” He says head bowed, fiddling with his ring.

“Well, you can tell Rika she and you are both safe here.” You knew that wasn’t a promise you could keep, if Rika threatened your family - you’d have to take action.

Yuuta smiles, and you stand up from the table.

“Yuuta, the TV is on if you want to relax for a while. Satoru, will you help me set up the guest room?” You ask, hoping he’ll tag along and fill you in on what happened.

He follows along, and in the room, changing the bedsheets so a boy harbouring a special grade cursed spirit can stay the night, he tells you all about the higher-ups, the execution order, Rika’s sheer power and the rest of the story.

“He’s enrolled at the school. I just don’t trust the higher-ups enough yet to let him stay there. It’s why I brought him home. He can stay until I can be sure.” He nods resolutely.

“Sounds good. I’ll come into school early tomorrow, I’ll speak to the higher-ups too. Pressure from us both should have them back off somewhat. I’ll look at his dorm too, see what seals I can put on it, for extra peace of mind.” You wrap your arms around his torso, and he reciprocates.

“Thank you, Princess. What a team we make, huh? It’s like we were born to torment the elders together. If you’re going to shout at the old men though, I’m coming too. I will never miss a chance to see that, you’re just so damn sexy when you fight them. Might have to sneak you off to an empty classroom after.” He winks, lightly slapping the rounds of your ass.

“Like I’ll ever say no to that, ‘Toru. Time honoured tradition since 2008.” You nip his neck and he groans at the steamy memories through the years, but you saunter off, with a little extra swing in your hips. Biting his lip, and smiling at the view, he follows you – as always.

The next few weeks slipped by, Megumi was not even slightly phased (as always) by the situation, he knew you guys well enough by now to never be shocked. Yuuta settling into school, netting the first years and attending classes with both you and Satoru. He was getting more and more comfortable with you both, and relaxing too. You were quickly discovering that Yuuta was a truly sweet boy, he was kind, caring and so thoughtful, with quite the sense of humour to boot. You were sitting in the living room one night when you noticed Yuuta repeatedly pushing his hair from his eyes.

“You want me to trim your hair, honey?” You say to him.

“Would you? That would be awesome. I’ve been worried to go to the barber because I didn’t think Rika would react too well to a stranger coming at me with scissors.” He huffs out a tiny laugh.

“Do you think she’d mind if I did it?” You say you had started to approach Rika through Yuuta, hoping he could feel safer if she felt safer. You treated her always like a toddler who was desperately protecting her toy, and it seemed to be working. Satoru always smiled at you when you included her in something, the sheer expanse of your heart would never fail to amaze him, along with your emotional intelligence – he saw how you approached the situation calmly and softly and was amazed at the progress you’d made. He may have been in charge of teaching Yuuta to handle Rika’s powers, but you were teaching him how to handle Rika.

He nods, smiling that adorable smile.

You set him on a stool, hair scissors in hand and a towel on the ground. With a soft comb to boot. You both chit-chat about school while you work, he asks about your cursed technique and you realise how much you like spending time with this kid. He was just so warm and personable, it was impossible to not grow attached – you felt you understood Rika a bit more.

As you finish up, Yuuta grows a little stiff – and quiet.

“What’s up, Yu?” You say, hand on his shoulder.

“It’s, it’s Rika. She – I told her no, please don’t worry, but she asked if you’d comb her hair and I told her no she’s not like that anymore-” he begins to ramble, and through your shock, you realise that this curse – the Queen of Curses - isn’t just that, she’s also just a little girl. A little girl stuck in a terrible fate, all because she loved a boy.

“Yuuta, tell her yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll comb her hair, but tell her she has to be a good girl, okay?” You say, smiling gently. He stands in shock, but he trusts you. And for some reason, he’s started to trust Rika.

Behind Yuuta, emerges a shape – taller and bigger than him - there’s a resemblance to a human, faint but - it’s there. A small giggle – a giggle, comes from the mouth of the curse. You step toward her, as you would a wild cat. You are sure to soften your gaze and your voice.

“Hello, Rika. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Yuuta’s too. I’ve been excited to meet you.” You say, waving your hand.

To your shock, which you hide, a childish girly voice says ‘Hello pretty lady. Yuuta said you will comb my hair.’

You nod and softly beckon Yuuta to the side, he follows your lead and you turn to Rika, you notice she has no hair, not anymore, but tendrils instead – you figure you’ll make do.

“Of course Rika. Do you want to sit down so I can do it?” You pat the cushion on the ground and Rika makes herself a bit smaller and moves and curls her lower half, almost snake-like, onto the floor.

You move behind the curse, and for a moment you shake your head – how the hell did you get yourself into these situations? You’re combing the head tendrils of a curse on your living room floor. You guess Satoru was right – you do have to be a bit crazy in this life. You also enjoy the thought of the heart attacks the scene would give the higher-ups. That feels good.

You reach your hand out and stroke her head, up and down, separating the tendrils to mimic the motions of brushing long hair.

“My momma used to sing to me when she combed my hair when I was little, would you like that to Rika?” You say.

An affirmative hum of ‘Yes songs please, Rika and Yuuta-like songs’ comes from the strange voice of the curse.

You begin to hum the soft song your mother did as a child as you continue to comb through her tendrils. You used to do this for Tsumiki too, and you think that maybe you just have an affinity for cursed young girls.

Yuuta just stands in shock.

You spend about 20 minutes doing this, and Rika just sits and holds Yuuta’s hand.

You tell her you’re done, and her hair looks wonderful. Yuuta tells her to thank you and before she retreats to wherever she goes, she does thank you, and she also says.

“You are nice to my Yuuta. Thank you, pretty lady. We both keep him safe.” And with that, she’s gone.

Tears flood to your eyes and you pull Yuuta into him. Wishing you could absorb some of the sadness he feels.

That night, you and Yuuta grew so much closer. Yuuta told Megumi when he got home, and Megumi just shrugged,

“Mom’s equally as nuts as Dad, but she knows what she’s doing.”

As you told the story to Satoru in bed that night, he just smiles at you.

“God you’re something else Princess was made for me, you’re crazy and I love it.” He says tickling your sides as you both laugh.

Months pass quietly enough as you eventually move Yuuta into his dorm. You have some classes with the first years, so you get to see the blossoming friendships.

Things are peaceful.

Until they aren’t.

Everything happens in a whirlwind and then in front of you stood the man who was once your brother.

You tensed, standing beside Nanami – as you take in the man after so many years of his absence. His clothes have changed, and his hair is down – like you used to tell him to wear it. He still has the gauges and the smile, he still smiles that same smile reserved only for Satoru.

You then notice he has his arm around Yuuta, you move to push forward but Satoru tells him to step away from the kids. You study the form of your husband - he’s radiating strength, power and energy but only you can see the slight line of hardness in his neck, he’s scared. Not scared of losing, he knows he’d win, scared of the inevitability of him having to kill his only best friend.

Suguru releases Yuuta and you push the boy behind you. You think of the last time you saw him. It was the day he left for the mission in the village, he was up early, as usual, and you stumbled half asleep into the kitchen of the dorm, Satoru’s sweatshirt long and comfy. You chatted about the missions you both had that day and as per your daily routine – he poured your coffee just how you liked it and you made toast for you both. You knew he wasn’t himself lately, you’d been there for him, doing what you could. So before he left he pulled you into a hug, patting your hair.

“See you tomorrow, oniisan. Don’t forget bar at 8 pm, okay?”

“Sure, I won’t forget.”

And with that, he was gone.

And now, he looked at you – older, hair longer, more refined, more sure in your stance, but that same glint of passionate determination in your eyes.

A declaration of war was made that day, and a date was set. A party to which none of you wanted an invite but attendance was mandatory.

And then he was gone.

That night, Satoru collapsed into you, breathing harshly and ragged. It was rare to see the strongest so unravelled but he was safe with you. He knew what would happen. He knew what he’d be forced to do. After all, he was society’s greatest weapon.

You let him heave into your chest. You stroked his hair, during bubbling in you like an unholy soup of loathing and hatred. You hated the world, the higher ups, the hierarchy, for driving Suguru to this – but also hating Suguru, for doing this to Satoru. You’d be okay, both of you. But right now, you needed each other.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

That’s what it had been called. Battle plans were drawn up. Yuuta and Maki stayed at school, everyone else to Shinjuku. You were grateful for Suguru’s advance notice, it gave you time to send Megumi to your mom’s house. You guessed he had someone minding the twins too. Parenthood can interfere with war.

Through the fight your main objective was offence, sure you were strong. Incredibly so. You were capable of causing unrivalled destruction. Ironic, you always thought, given it was also the technique capable of causing unrivalled beauty.

You vaguely caught glimpses of Nanami and Mei Mei through the fight, but soon enough your husband caught up to you.

“He’s not here.”

“I thought he’d go straight for you.”

Something clicked in his head.

“He’s going for something more valuable to him.”

The school. Yuuta. Rika.

Fuck.

“You stay, Satoru. They need you here. I’ll go. Finish up here, then come.”

He was about to fight you on it when an explosion echoed loudly. He hadn’t doubted your judgment or abilities in 9 years – and he wouldn’t start now.

“Take Inumaki, and Panda.”

“Can you send us there?”

And with that you and the two students were in a circle, being warped by your husband back to high school.

And in front of you was chaos.

Maki was unconscious, you checked her pulse quickly – confirming she was alive and moved to find Yuuta.

But in a way, you had been too late. Rika stood gloriously behind Yuuta. A deal was struck between them. You couldn’t get close enough in time, flashes of light blinded you for a second and then you somehow found yourself following a trail of blood.

Suguru was leaning his head against a wall.

He was dying. You could tell that much.

Your Yuuta had saved so many people.

Wordlessly, you slid down the opposite wall, sitting facing him. Blood and ash caked your body, the smell of destruction and iron filled the narrow alley. You knew Satoru would be here soon. Suguru did too.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You say.

He lets out a laugh.

“Come here often?” He replies.

“To sit with my dying friend who just tried to kill the boy I see as my son and waged war on the love of my life in an alley? Yeah, most weekends.” You smirk at him, lowering your daggers to you sides.

“Nice ring.” He says, pointing to the wedding ring on your finger.

You hum in agreement.

“The wedding looked beautiful. You did too, you made a model bride and groom.” He said.

“You got the photos we sent?” You and Satoru had secretly sent photos of the wedding in an unmarked envelope 2 years ago. Something soothing for you both.

He nodded.

“How drunk was Shoko and Utahime?” He laughs.

“Very. They also got together that night.” You laugh.

Silence for a moment, a smile on his bloodied lips.

Some people would think this suicide, sitting with a terrorist catching up on old times. But he was no threat to you, not now, he was dying and he knew that. He would put up no fight. You think he always knew that.

“You should have been his best man.” Your eyes droop, looking across the gravel.

“Nanami did a good job.” He replies.

“But he wasn’t you.”

“Any mini Satoru’s yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. Two kids though. Adopted.” You smile. “The twins, are they still with you?”

“Nanako and Mimiko.” He smiles fondly.

There’s silence for a few moments.

“Don’t make this harder for him, Suguru. Please, he doesn’t deserve it.” He will know what you mean.

“I won’t. None of us deserved it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

A figure appears in the alley, you lock eyes with blue crystals. No words need saying. You smile sadly at Satoru. He looks between you and the man on the ground. You stand up, and walk to Suguru. You kiss the top of his head.

“See you later, oniisan.”

You stop beside Satoru, you grab his hand and squeeze.

“I love you, ‘Toru.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He squeezes back, you walk back to the school – you need to check on your kids. One last look behind you and Satoru is crouching beside him.

He needed to do this alone. This was not something you were part of. It was between them. Blood brothers and the strongest. Best friends. You would pick up your husband’s pieces and glue them back with love and care, but this action was his alone. Destiny wasn’t something to be toyed with.

In the school, you embrace Yuuta, tears on his face – he told you about Rika. The curse was broken. You held him and whispered softness to him.

You help Maki to Shoko, Inumaki too. Panda is fretting over them all.

You think of the boys in the alley. You think of the tragedy that was forced upon your love – he didn’t deserve this. But he deserved love. So that’s what you’d provide.

Several months later.

“Okay, that should be everything. Now remember, sunscreen – no matter how busy you are, okay?”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t forget.” A slightly taller Yuuta agrees. You had helped him pack for his overseas trip with Miguel. You and Satoru were about to send him off.

“She’s going to text you to remind you everyday anyway.” Satoru smirks patting the boys head. You glare at him playfully.

You both lead him to the school gates and hand him off to Miguel. Like sending a boy to summer camp and not a special grade sorcerer on a long overseas mission.

You kiss him on the cheek and tearfully tell him goodbye and stay in touch. You hand him one of your silver daggers, 4 had been given to you when you started Jujutsu High by your family, they were heirlooms. A cursed tool, strong and imbued with power.

“This will keep you safe.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, for everything.”

“Our boy! Moving away! They grow up too fast!” Satoru is whining beside you.

“Miguel, he’s allergic to shellfish so be careful okay.” You warn the tall man beside Yuuta who nods, staring bewilderingly at the man who beat him to a pulp months ago whining over a boy going on a trip.

And then he’s off.

“One leaves the nest.” Satoru says and you hum, grabbing his hand and leading him to the school.

“What do you think about refilling the house? With Gojo’s maybe?” You say. Hoping he’ll pick it up.

“With my clan elders? God no, why would you even suggest having those wrinkly ballsacks in our home. They’ll taint it!” He shivers comically.

“No, Toru, I mean little ones. Very little ones. Small Y/L/N Gojo’s.”

He stops in his tracks and stares at you.

“Then I’d say let’s get to work straight away.” You laugh joyfully and squeal as he throws you over his shoulder.

Safe to say, saying your child was conceived in the empty classroom which was you and your husband’s designated sex classroom was sweet, after all, it was tradition.

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[strawberryloft]

Just bought myself a kids colouring book for fun and I feel like Oz would fuck heavy with colouring. he doesnt think hes talented enough to paint or write or make something out of clay but pass him a fucking cerulean crayon and hes going to town!!! he probably even does the darker outline around the edges to make it Fancy

I think Oz likes coloring because it's something he could have fully participated in as a kid. It wasn't a sport that hurt his leg and other kids liked it enough. I imagine there were art circles at school and Oz finally got to feel like he was a part of something. When he got older though he was teased, then a little more, because coloring became for girls. Oz being the guy he was gave it up, it was just a sign of the times.

When reader brings home adult coloring books for date night Oz can't help but pick one up and thumb through it. The pictures are more intricate than the last time he held a coloring book. Pictures of realistic animals and scenery. It would probably take hours to do. There was a dirty book Oz had to look at, inside were nasty words and pin up girls that made him chuckle. As the reader set a box of fancy-looking markers on the table Oz could feel the twitch in his fingers. He missed it. When reader smiled telling him he found his book format eh pile Oz looked down at the fault coloring book.

"This is your idea of a date night sweetheart?" Oz asked raising an eyebrow.

Reader nodded pouring two glasses of wine, "It's different. I'm hoping this will make me a little better at staying in the lines."

Oz smiles sitting on the couch next to them, "It might make you worse."

"What are you an art critic?" Reader rolled their eyes.

Oz turned his head planting a kiss on reader's warm neck, "I was a long time ago."

Oz is excited to hold a marker again and show off his skills, he hopes he isn't too rusty he wants to impress reader.

[mythos321]

Chapter 7: the two fools

Tsunami and Clay had begun walking out of the seafood restaurant, both preparing to head home, when Tsunami, who very clearly had something on her mind, spoke up

“I gotta ask, how were you able to keep yourself so composed? I mean, this lady ruined your life! I would’ve expected some over the top reaction even thinking about what happened.”

“…kind of an odd thing to say don’t ya think? everyone has their own reactions to stuff…Though, if you really wanna know, I’ve never really been the type to cry?” Clay admitted

“Woah! Really? Same here actually! At most I got a little teary eyed from pain once, but other than that, never been a crier myself. Guess you and I are too tough eh?”, Tsunami gloated, as Clay gave her an amused look, “Oh, and sorry for the awkward question.”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright cool!…So, this plan of ours to take down Whirlpool…” Tsunami began to speak, as Clay put one talon to his face

“You’re being a little loud, we’re in public y’know.” Clay told her

“Crap, right! We’ll discuss it tomorrow then! Right?”

“Right!” Clay answered, as the two began to go their separate ways, as Clay suddenly felt an extremely warm presence near him, and wondered where it came from, looking behind himself with no one quite standing out, except for one Skywing, who appeared to be about his age, maybe a year older, with red and orange scales that stood out like a gator in a group of crocodiles, or a rose in a field of white tulips, or…well, he ran out of metaphors, but he just knew she stood out.

“…I should probably keep away. I don’t exactly know why but…something just feels…off.” Clay thought to himself, before flying off towards Sophistication

**

When Clay awoke, he found himself in the same prison he had found himself in twice before, with the two scavengers standing guard, and the strange Nightwing known as The Stonemover staring towards him

“Welcome to my Velvet Room, mudwing! I thought of resuming our previous conversation tonight. And so, I have summoned you forth. Tell me then, what are your thoughts? are you becoming accustomed to this place?” The Dragon rumbled, as Clay felt slightly less shaken than before, but still felt hit by The Stonemovers presence

“I would say so, at least to an extent.” Clay answered

“Ah, this is good to hear. Your nerves are as strong as a mountain. The goal of your rehabilitation is to thwart the fated ruin. However, such a feat cannot be done by YOU alone.”, The Dragon rumbled matter of factly, as Clay took a mental note of the “done by YOU alone.” comment, “Today, you entered a partnership with someone who awoke to similar power, correct?”

“You mean Tsunami?” Clay asked

“Indeed…so it was a Seawing whom you befriended then…” The Stonemover spoke, before gesturing one of his talons, “Even so, this is good indeed. Involving yourself with others is an important foundation for your recovery, in that regard, you have done well.” The Stonemover slowly clapped his talons together, before oncemore focusing, “That said, I am not advising the formation of superficial relationships. It cannot be of frivolity, but a ring of those who would, by morals or faith, lend you strength which you lack. In other words, they are bonds with those who had been robbed of their places to belong. The expansion of these rings shall assist you as well.”

“Personas are the strength of heart,” said the calmer scavenger with the left eyepatch, “The stronger the bonds around you, the stronger your personas shall become.”

“There are COUNTLESS people in just that one school who have talents a weakling like you doesn’t! You better actually start using your brain and get them on your side!” Said the louder scavenger with the right eyepatch

“…Okay, I’d been meaning to ask…what are your names?” Clay asked, having started to feel really bad for identifying the small scavengers by the volume of their voice and what eye they are missing

“Hm, a stupid, but fair question. I am Justine, and my fellow jailer is Caroline.” Spoke the Scavenger with the left eyepatch, though it now left Clay with more questions, like what in the sun kind of names are Caroline and Justine

“Good to know! I really am thankful for your…help?” Clay said, admittedly not still sure of how much these two intended to help or harm him

“Indeed. You should be prepared to use even my myself, or you will fail before you can even properly begin.” The Stonemovers voice encapsulated across the cells and areas, as Clay steadied himself, and then had a simple nod towards The Stonemovers proposition, as the dragon who had made part of his body stone powerfully chuckled

“We have a deal then?”

It feels like Stonemover has high expectations of me…I can’t let them down

I am thou, thou art I…

Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity

With the birth of the Fool Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

“What is that voice?” Clay thought to himself

“Well, you will understand it all in due time… Continue devoting yourself to your rehabilitation.” The Stonemover rumbled one final time, almost seeming to be answering Clays question

“Now, this conversations over! Get lost, inmate!” Caroline commanded, as Clays eyes suddenly began to close without his permission, and he fell back to sleep, now needing only to prepare for tomorrow

**

The next day came, and Clay was heading towards the school when he saw Tsunami walking towards it, and flew down to join her.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite blue pal.” Clay joked as he landed next to her

“Good to see ya, I was meaning to ask about something. that booklet thingy you used, it had a weird red eyeball cover, right?” Tsunami asked, as Clay reached into his bag, and showed the book

“Appears so, that or I’m colorblind.” Clay said, as Tsunami suddenly pulled out her own booklet that was identical to Clays

“I found this in my bag when I got to my place. I don’t remember putting it there at all! I almost thought we got bags mixed up.”

“That’s creepy…” Clay said

“For real. What even are these things? It’s like they just manifest out of thin air.” Tsunami responded

“I wonder what these even are, I remember when I first found mine. It kept coming back no matter how many times I tossed it…It’s dangerous to use something if you don’t what it is…but…” before Clay could finish his outward thought, Tsunami interrupted

“But with it, we’re able to freely navigate into that weird place. So ain’t it worth the risk?”

“…Yeah I guess. It’s all dependent on how we use it. But first, we gotta focus on getting evidence of Whirlpools abuse! I’m counting on you alright? Don’t go flaking on me!” Tsunami yelled out, as she rushed off with Clay deciding to now just keep a casual walk behind 2 seawings a bit younger than him

“I just don’t get it-First, our school has a dumb program thrust into it, then the QUEEN of all people takes over as Principal, and now they’re making us watch some stupid test show? Why are we wasting a valuable resource like animus magic anyway!”

“Ey, if we’re lucky, when the girl loses her soul she’ll just kill her family like the last animus.”

“That’s dark dude…Well, we get to see some stuff from Mr. Whirlpool at least! I heard he’s having one of his students do some tricks he taught them, and is working on having the princess make a new spell! I also heard one of the Sandwing princesses is gonna be here.”

“These two really like to ramble on…but, that COULD be useful to know at least. So theirs a seawing animus, but clearly something that isn’t considered a threat to them, maybe a child?…could it be Anemone? It has to be…I wonder why a sandwing princess will be here-” before Clay could finish his own thoughts, he was suddenly bumped into by a young seawing, who seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face as he osuhed through groups of people, including the two in front

“HEY! WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING. Ugh, that damn Pike.” Said one of the students in an angry tone, as the two began to walk further, this time in silence, and Clay continued to think more on what he eavesdropped on.

“Hm…maybe, if we can tell what’s happening to the princess, she’ll make Coral stop him! Since she has to be a big deal…Then again, it wouldn’t shock me if she’s also in on the abuse, especially of Anemone…either way, me and Tsunami will do everything we can to stop Whirlpool, no matter what…just gotta get through class first”

**

“Alright, listen up you little parasites,” Orca spoke with her usual tone, before continuing her announcement, “As you should all know, today is the rally for Whirlpools new discoveries on animus magic, head out to the front immediately, alright? Otherwise my mother might reconsider the “charity” of letting you all see what comes next.”

“Maybe I can find Tsunami while it goes on, see what information she’ll have as well…I hope anemone will be okay.” Clay thought to himself, before heading out the class, before then feeling that same old watchful presence

“…We should chat sometimes, whoever you are” Clay spoke out, before continuing on, with a slight rustling heard behind him, deciding to leave that for another time, and to go and find Tsunami and snoop around to hopefully take down Whirlpool

**

As Clay looked through the area, he found where everyone crowded, determining that must be where the festival was, and prioritized looking for Tsunami first, while paying secondary attention to Whirlpools little show

"Greetings everyone, I'm sure you are all looking forward to this little showing of The Sea Kingdoms very own Princess Anemone, and I guarantee you, she shall not disappoint you!" Whirlpool shouted to the crowd, putting a small swagger in his stride that simply made Clay roll his eyes when he saw it, with his voice still creeping him out in how it sounded

Eventually however he located his blue buddy and rushed over, nearly running into her on accident, but in the process bumping into another Dragon, a tall Seawing man who seemed to have a black pouch on his arm

"Sorry sir," Clay kindly told the Seawing, who simply shoved Clay back, and Tsunami almost got physical with the man without a word if not for Clay getting back up quick enough, "Don't even worry about it Tsunami, I bumped into him, besides, that was barely anything, like getting pushed by a small tadpole" Clay told her, making a slightly backhanded jab at the Seawing in the process

"Hmph, stupid Mudwing..." The Seawing said defeatedly as he went to another area, with him seeming to mumble about tadpoles as he walked off

"Well then, shall we get to maneuvering?" Clay asked Tsunami, as she stared at the area where Whirlpool was, as they paid attention back down again

"Hehe, apologies, it appears The Princess is taking her time! Allow me to go and retrieve my oh so prized pupil," Whirlpool stated, as he swam down towards where Anemone was, and within a minute seemed to momentarily pull her before putting back on his kindly facade as he went into the surface, "She was practicing her dives was all! Princesses am I right?" Whirlpool told the crowd, as many, especially Coral, seemed to burst to laughter

Clay however noticed in the more secluded parts of the crowd, where the richer and noble people were, he saw a Sandwing woman, with white gold scales as pale as sand, with a natural black diamond pattern along her spinal area.

"That must be The Sandwing Princess, are those diamonds natural? most likely, I doubt someone her age would care for piercings." Clay thought to himself, as he suddenly heard Tsunami growl under her breath, "What's up?"

"That bastard. Purposely pushing Anemone even harder...If he can do this publicly, who knows what kind of shit he inflicts on others privately." Tsunami whispered to Clay, as the two saw Whirlpool "accidentally" smack Anemone in the face with a baton

"Oh my me! Look at me acting like a squid brained fool! Someone get Anemone to the nurses office, in the meantime, allow me to continue with more important matters! Like may-haps what spells to have the young princess use one day!" Whirlpool stated, as Coral, completely engrossed in Whirlpools little show, snapped her fingers and a guard picked up Anemone, who was lightly bleeding from her snout from what Whirlpool did

"He'll pay soon enough..." Tsunami said, as she kicked the dirt, while Clay gripped the ground in silent fury

"That dragonets only 2 years old, and they're treating her like some object of entertainment and a tool...stay strong kid, we'll change your "teachers" heart soon enough" Clay thought to himself, as he and Tsunami defused away to go somewhere more private to plan things out

**

"Ugh! I can't stand this! That asshole's actin' like a king over here too...This shits all just a one man show him to stroke his little ego. Oh! And how he acted like he had even a semblance of worry for Anemone? UGH, JUST AN ABUSIVE EEL LICKER," Tsunami said with frustration, as she then however began to calm herself down with deep breaths, "...Well then. Now's our chance to go look for the students we saw were slaves yesterday. Let's look for the faces we saw in the castle, those students should be here today. We gotta find at least one person willing to spill about Whirlpools abuse! Ha, just you wait asshole!" Tsunami thought out loud, as Clay then tapped her shoulder

"Where are we gonna start searching?" Clay asked, as Tsunami gleamed with mischievous excitement.

"I'm glad you asked my good orange man! The first one that popped out was a guy in your very class! Almost seems like fate eh? Hopefully, you should be able to get him to talk to you, people have avoided me lately cause of what they think but...Oh, right, you're kinda in the same boat." Tsunami remembered, slightly embarrassed she forgot that detail

"Maybe group pressure will work?" Clay said, half jokingly

"THATS PERFECT!" Tsunami yelled with complete seriousness and excitement, as she grabbed Clay by the talons and rushed with him to his class as they set off!

[noelle666]

Heinrix van Calox/Noelle von Valancius - Guisorn III (fanfic)

Had the idea to write something related to Heinrix's home planet for some time. We don't know where exactly Guisorn III is located, but, eh, let us think it is located somewhere in the Calixis Sector, which is pretty close to Koronus. I don't know what business may've led them to this place, but let's pretend they had some business. This might be pretty long reading/writing.

Time period and other circumstances: couple solar years after Rogue Trader game events, Heinrix is a Master of Whispers, him and Noelle are betrothed. Both my RTs, Noelle (Ecclesiarchy priestess) and Maarden (psyker pyromancer and telepath), exist together (they are refered as "brother and sister" even though by the blood they are very far away from each other).

"Lord Captain, we are receiving message from the planetary government. It is an invitation to a celebration of some local holiday", - mechanic fingers of Vox Master Vigdis were dancing on a panel, she entered a command and a voice started its flow from speakers.

"Dear Lady von Valancius! Government of Guisorn III would like to invite you to our yearly ball dedicated to the Day of Formation, the day our home was brought back to the light of The Emperor, the day of our second birth. We would be very happy to see you among our guests. You can have up to three members of a retinue with you. The event will take place in the Agathia Fortress in two days".

"The message was send automatically, the only added information was your name, Lord Captain. Shall I send a reply with confirmation? In that case, they will add you in a guest list".

Noelle started thinking deeply: on one hand she never liked any events which include large amount of people and visited them only if duty calls. On the other, it is impolite for a noble person to decline an invitation, especially if it was addressed directly to this person.

"Fortress, huh? Sire Agathia doesn't change his habits. Previously it was a "castle" althought looked like a mere barton. Even if he expanded the place, I am sure there are no tall rockcrete walls surrounding it".

Heinrix stepped closer to Lord Captain and noticed her face expression: a young woman was diving deeply in thoughts, her index finger was pressed to lips, she was standing motionlessly like a statue.

"Three members of a retinue? We can take Lady Cassia, she likes social events. As for the other one..."

"We?"

"We", - Heinrix looked straight into Noelle's eyes as if saying "This is my decision and I am fully sure of it". Then he continued, - "I think, your brother would fit. He had attended several meetings similar to what we will see, he has experience, so I am sure in him. Or mistress Heydari: her communicating skills, for sure, will help her make connections useful for her. And maybe for us too. The only thing which will be preferable for this event is a proper gown".

Noelle sighed. A proper gown? In that case she needs to think fast since she has no ball dress or more or less presentable clothes. Subjects in the Koronus already know their leader is a humble person in all matters of her life, but here is the new world and you need to look different. And if Heinrix says, the governer is an eccentric person, Lord Captain's simple Ecclesiarchy dress may drag unnintentional attention. Funny - you need to look bright and stunning to mix with the crowd which looks the same.

The next days Noelle has spend time dealing with small tasks and, more importantly, preparing for the ball. Jae was very eager to provide her help as a "fashion consultant" when she learnt that Lord Captain needs to find a proper dress, and so she grabbed her and Cassia "to do what ladies do best - shopping and having some fun". She herself declined an offer to join the retinue at the event since she needed to meet some "buisness partners". During "shopping session" Heydari wanted Lord Captain to buy almost half of the store: "Shereen, you look like a precious jewel on a velvet cusion in every dress! I am sure this is not the last ball you are going to attend, so why not buy several dresses? Everyone needs to see your inner princess! Especially someone in particular. Oh, and don't forget to call me again - I will make a miracle out of your hair". Jae chuckled, but the young woman already has put her eye on a pretty simple steel grey dress with an airy skirt made of several layers of translucent fabric, a top of it was decorated with beading and tiny pearls. Cassia decided to follow her companion's advice and chose long-sleeved straight deep purple samite dress the very fabric of which was embroided with thin pattern.

When "the X day" arrived, Noelle, fully prepared, was standing infront of a mirror in her quarters, checking if her appearance was proper enought for the evening. Familiar sound of steps distracted her, and then a familiar person appeared behind her, reflecting in the mirror. Van Calox was looking at his beloved for several seconds, then he stepped close to her.

"There is something missing".

He stood right behind Noelle; something sparkling appeared in his hands - psyker deftly fastened silver chain around her neck on which a little pendant was resting: small roung pearl inside of a round spiderweb "cage". Young woman smiled, she turned to Heinrix and lightly kissed him; the man in response hugged her tighter with no desire to separate his lips from hers. When he stopped, he looked into her eyes and said:

"Don't worry about me, my love. I know, you will anyway, but at least let me reassure you: I am fine".

"Your lips are now glossy", - Noelle smiled, - "Here, let me rectify the situation". She wiped out lip gloss from the man's lips with a wet tissue, and they headed towards the exit. She, indeed, was worried: even thought chances to meet Heinrix family were low when Lord Captain's ship has arrived and she had to do some business in the Calixis Sector, still this social event increases those chances sharply.

***

The "fortress" indeed looked more like a palace, just like Heinrix described. Guests were everywhere: in the main hall, in the garder, in the corridors, but it was still possible to find vacant spots for sitting such as fancy couches or wide windowsills covered with cushions. Live orchestra was playing beautiful music, and from time to time guests invited each other for a dance; the others were more interested in drinks and appetizers. Heinrix pointed at a wide plate filled with large deep red berries:

"Guisorn wild cherry, sweet and crunchy. One of the first plants cultivated on this planet. Try it, the harvest season has just arrived and it lasts only for a month".

Noelle ate two berries - sweet cool juice unlike anything she ever knew covered her mouth.

"Oh, it is tasty indeed!"

Heinrix lowered his voice.

"Back in the days, sisters asked me to gather them from trees in our family garden. I clibmed a tree and they were cathing berries with skirts. Then we were sitting on a grass and eating until our stomacks were very full".

"Dear guests!" - a loud voice distracted Heinrix and Noelle, it was the "star and master of the evening", planet governer Lord Maximillian Agathia, - "It is an honor and a delight to have you all here. In about an hour a culmination of the event will arrive, a grandioso firework show, so be sure to find the best spot! And now please, allow me to invite you all to a traditional Guisorn III menuett!"

Crowd of people vacated center of the room, those who were brave enough or sure in their skills went out and started preparations.

"Will my lady be so kind to accept my invitation?" - Heinrix bowed slightly and reached out his hand to Noelle, waiting.

"Heinrix, I... I can't dance, I've never done this before".

"This dance is pretty simple: mostly you need to walk next to a partner and touch hands from time to time, do it several times and then bow to each other in the end. Trust me and merely repeat after me".

Noelle sighed and then took her beloved's hand. She could've never thought she would attend all ball's activities, she hoped she would just enjoy the evening somewhere in a quite cornen, but here she was, wached by many eyes, dancing for the first time in her life with the best partner she could've ever wished for. With a corner of her eye she was watcing other couples for reinsurance, her movements might've been a little bit clumsy but the view of Heinrix was calming her heart and helping to focus. She was twirling and then holding Heinrix's hand, looking straight into his eyes; it felt like no one was around and the orchestra was playing only for them. At the end of a dance, when each man bowed to his woman, Heinrix gently took Noelle's hand in his for a kiss.

"Master van Calox! I've never thought you could dance! The way you moved and the bright gold color surrounding you and Lord Captain almost made my very soul sing with happiness!" - Cassia was clapping her hands, she looked like a child ready to jump out of excitement.

"Lady Cassia was torn between a desire to join you and her shyness. And I, unfortunately, not a master of dances, although I had to dance waltz couple of times in my life. So I promissed her to become her partner if there still will be a chance tonight", - Maarden sighed.

"Let's just say, some old habits and knowledge sometimes cannot be wipped out. And now, please forgive me for I intend to "steal" Lord Captain for several minutes", - psyker took his beloved by the arm, and they headed towards corridor.

"Dear guests a minute of attention!" - a loud voice once again filled the hall, - "Let's chance the rules! Ladies invite gentlemen for a waltz!"

"Master Maarden, you promissed..."

"I did, and I will not break my promise, Lady Cassia. But I have not practices for a very long time, so forgive me if I make any mistake".

"I am sure you will be fine", - Cassia took Maarden's hand, and they went out to the center of the hall.

***

"Are you tired?"

"No, not at all. Surprised, yes, and... happy. Neven thought I could ever enjoy something I am not very used to. Heinrix, you are still full of surprises".

"To be fair, I don't think there are mysteries left in me you don't know. There may be some non-obvious things I've never told you, but only because their matter is not that large. You know you can ask me anything and I will tell you everything, just like you did when we were spending evenings together after finishing our mission. When I became truly yours and yours only".

Noelle and Heinrix were sitting on a windowsill, the man was holding Lord Captain's hand in his, gently caressing it; he was gazing at young woman attentively.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no. I..." - psyker chuckled. - "The more I look at you the more I feel something, as if I am falling for you again even though I already love you with all my heart".

"You know, it may sound silly, but when the were dancing and I was looking at you I felt the same way".

"When we are back, I think it will be the right moment to start preparations for the wedding. It will take some time and many decisions should be made, but now I know for sure - we will have to dance at least once. Only if you are not against it, I have no right to force my future wife to do something that may make her unhappy. But I think this evening opened some hidden side of you to me".

Noelle smiled.

"I... will think about it".

"Heinrix?"

A woman was standing in front of the couple, a few steps away from them. Her dark blue velvet dress with fluffy skirt, decorated with pattern embroided with golden threads, bracelets and dark hair decorated with gems, even the gaze showed that she was a person of noble origin. The gaze of her cold grey eyes... and her face... something familiar in them caught Noelle's attention.

"Anna". - Heinrix stood up from a windowsill and made two steps closer to the unknown woman.

"It seems I disturbed your privacy, forgive me, but... it is really you".

Noelle stood up too, she looked closely to Heinrix and the unknown woman and realised - the lady standing right in front of psyker is his sister, the resemblance right now was obvious when both were close to each other.

"Many years have passed".

"Forgive me yet again", - the woman looked at Noelle and faintly smiled, - "I will not take more of your time. I will only say I am happy to see you alive and well, really".

"You..." - Noelle stepped closer to Heinrix and quietly took his hand while looking at Anna, - "I think, you need to talk to each other. Please, don't leave so soon".

"I agree. Will you join me for a little walk, Anna?"

"Of course".

Heinrix turned to Noelle: he felt her hand was shaking, she was nervous yet tried very hard to calm down. He knew his beloved may turn into a "protective" mode if something may look like a danger and she needs some time to calm down. Psyker gently kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear: "Find Maarden and Cassia, I'll join you later right before the beginning of the firework show". Noelle nodded: no signs of fear and worry were caught by her eye in her beloved's eyes, face or even body language, so mentally she breathed a sigh of relief and went to the main hall. Heinrix and his sister headed towards the exit to the garden.

***

"You grew up".

Anna broke silence between her and her brother while they were walking between carefully trimmed bushes. Heinrix chuckled.

"I can say the same about you. But deep down inside of my memory you still remain as little loud hurricane. Tell me, how did you recognize me?"

"The second time you must turn anti-clokwise, young Master Heinrix, yet you are still cannot remember it".

"I remember... But turning anti-clockwise is completely inconvenient".

"Thankfully, Madame Rozanna doesn't see you. Otherwise she would've needed something more serious than twigs".

"Then I would have to run away from her again. Her twigs were too fragile anyway, I'd broken them easily," - Heinrix sighed, the picture from the past appeared before his eyes: dancing class, several boys and girls from noble families learning cultural traditions of their world. Every young knight pilot should've known how to present himself, how to act like a gentleman, how to speak. Heinrix was a difficult student: he had grasped many things on the fly, but if he found something went against his believes or comfort, he would've turned into an unbrekable wall and started argument even with adults.

The memory vanished as sudden as it appeared; Heinrix invited Anna with gesture to sit on a garden bench.

"To be frank, this little detail merely proved my doubts. I visit every event and like to watch guests, to see new faces. I noticed Lady von Valancius and her retinue: very humble young lady, shy I'd say. Can't say I paid much attention to you and other two people with her, although it's interesting to see differences between navigators. And then by chance I was standing not so far away from you two when you were telling her about wild cherries: it surprised me since we sell them mostly within our sector. And then... even though you lowered your voice my ears caught what you've said, about sisters gathering those berries with their skirts", - Anna's gaze was directed somewhere far away. - "I recalled out childhood, recalled those days, it hit me like a hammer. I asked myself: "Could it be that my brother I haven't seen in decades is still alive? That he by a very slim chance is here right now?" And when you invited this young lady to dance I was watching you both, I was clinging to this thin string of hope. And you proved me right. My brother, our noble knight who swore to protect me and Margaretha, who reappeared here, on his home planet, as sudden as when he vanished from our lives that day".

The woman looked at Heinrix: his facial expression was calm, yet it was difficult to not notice something in his eyes, a barely perceptible sorrow.

"Oh, I need to shut myself up. I can speak and speak for hours. Tell me, how are you? How is your life? If it is proper to ask such question."

"I'm afraid I would need more than this evening to tell you about my life in details, but what I can say now is: I've had several life changing events, aside from what happened that day when my powers awakened. I went through psyker training, then surved several years in the Imperial Guard, then was noticed by Lord Inquisitor. I was going with the flow of my life, accepted it as there was no other choice, did what was needed, what was right because I was told so, because I started to think the same way. And then I met someone who broke these walls and showed me the real "me" who was dug deep inside, chained by duty and by someone else's ruling hand. She made me look into the eyes of truth, she, out of all people I've met, brought happiness to my life. And love. I can't remember I've ever loved someone like her. Or, I think, I've never ever loved anyone before meeting her. And now I serve her and will serve till the end of the days".

"You still are the true defender, Heinrix, eager to give his life for those who have place in your heart", - Anna smiled, she toucher her brother's cheek attentively looking at his face: she remembered a boy with heavy augmentation which required removing one of his eyes - a necesarry sacrifice for those whose very mind and soul supposed to be bonded with the machine spirit. The eye was a peak of an iciberge concidering how much metal Heinrix had in his head. Psyker looked as if he's never had any surgeries and a slight difference in the color of his eyes could be a merely little unique detail, a highlight.

"The eye is real".

"You are a biomancer?"

Heinrix nodded.

"No one ever told me what exactly had happened to you. Only when I became older I found letters from the Inquisition in father's desk. Probably, parents and sister wanted to spare me of gruesome details and to make me think Heinrix had to leave because of some very important and secret reason. They all knew how much I loved you. I was telling Margie that since you left with no goodbyes you will come back, eventually. Oh how naive I was... When I found you have a gift of sorcery, I decided I need to dedicate my life for researching of psyker phenomenon. I was talking with different psykers, studying them. Funny enough, deep inside I had an insane thought that maybe I could've invent a "cure" for such "condition" only to bring you back home".

"Anna..." - Heinrix took Anna's hand in his. - "I am back. I cannot remain here, you know that, but for the time being I am here".

"I know. Still I can't believe it".

"I think I need to cheer you up", - Heinrix stood up from a bench, - "Come. After all, I need to introduce two women, importaint to me, to each other properly".

***

Several minutes were left before the skyes would be covered with shining ornaments of fireworks. Maarden and Cassia went to the central fountain: the crowd already surrounded it, but young navigator saw a spot she and psyker could occupy. Noelle stayed at a distance under a large tree; she was told to wait and she was waiting. Minutes were stretched to a size of eternity, or so it seemed to her.

"Noelle".

A familiar voice, so warm and dear, so close, made heart to pound a bit faster. The young woman turned her head and saw her beloved right next to her, he took her hand and gently kissed the inner side of the palm. Noelle smiled, she then noticed the woman next to Heinrix, the one she saw earlier today.

"You came".

"I can't break my promise. And I am not alone. Allow me introduce you: Noelle, this is Anna, my sister, the youngest one. Anna, this is Noelle, my Lord Captain and my future wife".

Two women bowed to each other.

"It is a great pleasure to meet my brother's darling. I hope he's not offending you", - the woman in dark blue dress smiled slyly.

"Oh, no! He is a true gentleman!" - Noelle's cheeks started to turn pink.

Anna laughted, Heinrix sighed and shaked his head.

"The last thing I was hoping to see is you "testing" my fiancee, dear sis".

"Oh, Heinrix, it was but a mere joke! Please, forgive me, Lady Noelle, I had no intension to insult you".

"No need to apologize", - Noelle shaked her head and smiled.

A sound of many voiced interrupted their conversation: guests starded loudly chanting countdown. Three, two, one... Several small sparks soared up to release all their brightness and cover night sky of the capital city with fancy ornaments and slogans, congratulations and prayers to the God-Emperor. Each flash of firework caused the crowd of guests to cheer and clap, laghter and happy shouting were coming from all sides of the garden. Lord Captain squeezed Heinrix's hand, she looked at his face illuminated by the light from above. Psyker noticed his beloved's attention and looked back at her, he smiled with corners of his mouth and squeezed Noelle's hand in response.

"Lady Anna", - Noelle looked at the woman standing on the left from Heinrix, - "I... I don't think tonight we may have time to speak a lot. My ship will remain at the orbit of Guisorn III for two weeks or so, depending on how fast the business will be finished. So, I though if you agree to be out guest? If you don't mind, of course, and can share some of your time".

The yound woman looked at Heinrix as if asking: "I hope you don't mind". Deep inside he himself wanted to do the same, so he nodded slightly: "You are doing the right thing, my love".

"Thank you for the invitation, Lady Noelle. It will be an honor".