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dacxiglobal · 4 years ago

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7 Reasons Why Cryptocurrency Belongs In Your Retirement Portfolio

Across the world, governments are faced with the reality that most households aren’t saving enough for retirement.

Sadly, the era of company-sponsored pension plans is long gone and both Millennials and Boomers are bombarded with the high costs of basic priorities such as housing, education and healthcare that compete directly with investment plans and retirement savings.

According to a recent study carried out by Ramsey Solutions, about half of Americans are not saving for retirement, and the few who do save aren’t saving enough. Folks, that’s a crisis.

In another survey, only 3 in 5 households headed by someone between the ages of 45 and 54 had a retirement account with an average value of $83,000, and 13% of people in their 40s had absolutely no retirement savings.

Apparently, 56% of Gen X folks have no clue how much they will need for retirement. This is according to a new study conducted by Bankrate. In addition, nearly half of working households will experience lower living standards during retirement, as revealed by the Center for Retirement Research at Boston College.

Save for Your Retirement By Investing in Crypto

It’s never too late to start planning or saving for your retirement. Its a fact that most people dread putting their money in risky (read: liquid and volatile) areas such as cryptocurrencies.

We will tell you for free that any viable future financial plan should include Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies which will provide a secure hedge against existing shaky financial systems.

Today, many people are searching for opportunities that deliver high ROI within a short time frame, possibly through options like private equity funds, venture capital, real-estate investment trusts and lately cryptocurrency.

And there are many people that continue with the struggle to max out their 401(k) contributions, stashing money in traditional IRA or mutual funds.

Of course that’s crucial, but since the majority of retirement plans adhere to the “contribute and coast” rhetoric, ensuring smooth operations and optimal earnings, they eventually demand rebalancing of your finances as the global financial landscape evolves.

Keep in mind that cryptocurrency is one of the biggest and most disruptive technologies in the financial arena in recent tim

Cryptocurrency is coming into the broader market as a new asset class. The puzzling price swings in Bitcoin are luring millennials into pouring their money into risky investments. Interestingly, even the IRS has approved cryptocurrency IRAs.

At this juncture, people are wondering which crypto asset class belongs to the retirement accounts, which crypto and retirement portfolios can feature in their investment strategy and if buying crypto is a great idea for long-term investing?

Why Cryptocurrency Has Become Such a Big Deal?

Well, it’s the next big thing. Ask Wall Street fund managers — they say it is the future!

Don’t be surprised when your friends and family start channeling their retirement dollars into cryptocurrency sooner rather than later. And don’t be startled when you see the cryptocurrency index or exchange-traded funds start to appear on the New York Stock Exchange.

While the crypto space is susceptible to volatility, there are numerous indications that point to Bitcoin and blockchain as being a strong bull ideal for building exchange-traded funds as well as other instruments that are great for retirement savings. You too should be bullish on blockchain, Bitcoin and other cryptos.

Rafael Carmona Toscano, a private investor and scholar of cryptocurrency who has been accumulating Bitcoin since 2013, notes that Bitcoin has a bright future. Rafael boasts hands-on experience with cryptos as he started out mining Bitcoin, and later purchased it.

“Bitcoin is a bank for the unbankable,” he says, while stating that many people in the world have no bank accounts and hence cryptocurrency would solve a huge problem for those folks.

Digital assets represent a new, fundamental asset class — one that is being considered carefully by investors. The main reason for this can be illustrated by Real Estate Investment Trusts, abbreviated as REITs.

The underlying concept of REIT was first introduced as an asset class designed for legal investment in 1960. The investment grew gradually in subsequent decades, but did not gain momentum until the 1990s. In short, the early investors profited incredibly.

Similarly, Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies are probably the fastest growing asset class in the financial space. But do they qualify to be in your retirement account? Many experts believe so.

Here are 7 reasons why you should include a cryptocurrency IRA (individual retirement account) in your retirement portfolio.

#1: Diversification

The rule of thumb is never put all your eggs in one basket! Did you know that diversification is one of the strategies used to minimize exposure to a single asset class while still ensuring its growth? When it comes to retirement planning, one of the most effective ways to diversify is to put your savings in multiple mutual funds for different reasons such as income, growth, investing etc. Thereafter, you may need to re-balance your portfolio to ensure any rapidly growing segments of your portfolio do not skew your intended allocation.

In traditional financial markets, most of the available tax-deferred retirement accounts restrict diversification to only two classes — bonds and stocks. But, as much as diversification involves spreading the risk across different asset classes, this should extend beyond bonds and stocks to include real estate, cryptocurrency and precious metals, among others. Since cryptocurrency is a promising new asset class with exciting upside potential, it is worth considering as a retirement plan alternative for your diversified portfolios.

#2: Government Hedge

No government can directly control cryptocurrency. This is one of the reasons that has fueled its growth as an alternative currency. However, government regulations and policies do impact the bond market or Wall Street. In addition, central banks debase traditional currencies such as the U.S Dollar with evolving approaches to exchange and monetary policies. In contrast, digital assets like Bitcoin are immune to the effects of changing governmental directives. As such, we can consider cryptocurrency as an asset class capable of shifting in the opposite direction to dominant markets. This gives more credence to its diversification potential.

#3. Long-Term Growth Opportunities

Keep in mind that while cryptocurrency is proving to be an ideal long-term investment, it is also volatile. And just like any other volatile investment, what skyrockets today can plummet tomorrow and that can be bad for your health!

But do you know what other investments can be volatile? Stocks! That’s right. We all remember the Great Recession that happened from 2007–2009 where the U.S equities lost about 50% of their value in less than 18 months.

But we’re not talking about day-to-day transactions. Retirement planning is a long term horizon where individuals count on accruing tax deferred benefits for several decades in order to achieve a given milestone. It’s this long term view that got those who saved for retirement out of the muddy waters of the Great Recession.

Remember the lowest level for the Dow Jones Industrial Average during the crunch? It was at 6,547. Most notably, its highest level before the crash was at 14,164. A decade later, and the market has drastically risen over those points of the Great Recession.

Similarly, while the price of cryptocurrency and particularly Bitcoin is significantly low at the moment, it is obviously higher when compared to early 2017. I bet that anyone would be quite happy with the returns, with the coin price having increased beyond double from its value of about $2,000 in May 2017 to the current November 2018 prices of around $4,000.

#4. Cryptocurrency is Still Cheap

Is the current price tag of Bitcoin turning you away? Well, think again and remember even if Bitcoin’s not cheap, other cryptocurrencies are.

The most important question is not whether or not cryptocurrency is cheap, but will it have appreciated in value a decade later?

If you believe Bitcoin’s price will be in the range of $10,000, $100,000 or $1 million, then the coin is damn cheap today!

While you may not be that guy who spent $100 in 2010 and now has a net worth of $7.4 million, you can still take the advice provided by Wences Casare, PayPal board member that you “put 1 percent of your income into Bitcoin and forget about it for ten years.”

#5. Bitcoin Is Highly Resilient

Bitcoin is huge and the news of its death as highlighted in the 2013 smug LA Times article was premature, given that the coin is aging well.

While the Bitcoin market has faced some tumultuous times, like earlier in the decade when it lost about 70 per cent of its value overnight, the coin has recovered — along with other cryptocurrencies. Realistically, the thought of Bitcoin fading away is impossible as long as the concept of cryptocurrency still exists.

#6. Crypto Is Going Mainstream

You can use cryptocurrency on the online ecommerce marketplace, Overstock. Restaurants in Kenya and Silicon Valley will accept and give you a discount for using it. You can also buy your Sacramento Kings tickets with it.

Some of the biggest companies on the planet like Microsoft, Dell, Tesla and Virgin Galactic are accepting Bitcoin. And why not? Its price is likely to be more tomorrow than it is today.

BitPay, a global payment company is already working with over 125,000 merchants across the globe that accept Bitcoin as a medium of exchange. The company goes a notch higher to allow Bitcoin users to hold a Bitcoin Visa credit card which enables users to transact anywhere this Visa is accepted.

In essence, the fiction that “you can’t use Bitcoin to buy anything” is a fallacy, not a fact. Of course, We don’t expect you to hit your grocery store with it now, but you might be interested in knowing that a guy purchased a house with Bitcoin and made a $1.3 million return on the deal.

#7. Supporting Technology

The world of technology is evolving so rapidly and its successful integration into crypto and retirement portfolios will depend on how fast its functionality will allow holders to quickly and smoothly trade coins and exchange cryptocurrency for fiat currency or non-tokenized assets in their portfolios, while ensuring complete automation, transparency and record-keeping. This will reduce the need for having “middlemen” that drive up charges and cost layers.

The maturation of technologies that support trading in crypto is poised to increase its value, while pushing it into becoming mainstream.

Ideally, the emergence of more retirement platforms that support the technological characteristics of cryptocurrency exchange and portfolio integration have the power to increase crypto gains for the early adopters.

One example of a supporting retirement platform is Dacxi, an innovative platform that empowers new customers looking to hold on to their assets for the long-term. The company’s Dacxi Bundle is a first-of-its kind, combining the major coins by market capitalisation with an emerging coin with rapid growth potential. Ultimately, this helps new customers to spread their risk across four crypto assets automatically and at zero transaction fees!

Tokens or bundles purchased by users are kept safely in 2FA, secure wallets. Users are able to rebalance amounts and adjust their portfolio as they choose.

Take The Plunge

So, why be a statistic among people whose biggest regret is not saving enough for retirement?

How much do you plan to spend when you finally take the plunge? The answer to this question is — as much you can afford. Only you know your own risk tolerance and capability to save or spend.

Dacxi is proud to support people on a path to prosperity with crypto. If you would like to find out more then please join us at dacxi.com. We’re here to help.

#Dacxi #Cryptocurrency #cryptocurrencies

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midorree · 5 years ago

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Henrik’s First PTA Meeting

HI YES, ME AND MY FRIEND @novelistgeek FUCKING HATE ANTI-VAXXERS, SO HAVE A FIC OF HENRIK AND CHASE GOING OFF ON ONE.

My friend Nove and I wrote this to say fuck you to anti-vaxxers, they wrote Henrik’s dialogue and every other line, and I wrote Susan’s, and Chases' dialogue, and every other line.

Enjoy.

There’s a clamor in the PTA room as all the parents called for one man to pay for his crimes. Said man stood there, his lips in a tight line, and his colleague next to him praying for their success.

Henrik walked up to the mic and tapped it lightly before clearing his throat. Chase gave a thumbs-up as he started to speak. “So I realize you’re all here for one reason-”

Henrik glanced to his right; an enraged man with too red a face was glaring at him. He smiled and waved at him slightly before continuing. “And I realize you all probably want me dead. But let me say one thing: you’re welcome for saving all of your kids.”

Susan, the known bitch, then stood up; a lopsided conceited smirk sitting on her face.

“I’m sorry, you did not, save our kids, you have, in fact, put them in severe danger!”

“Oh, really, Susan? Of course, you’d say that. And, maybe, do you have any fact to back up your statement. Because I have a whole fucking powerpoint to back up mine.” The dangling remote in his hand and the already turned on projector proved this point.

“You know what, Schneeplefuck? I do have facts to back up my statement!” Her arms crossed over her chest; Chase was almost laughing in the background. “There was this article that I read that said vaccines contain MSG, antifreeze, phenol, aluminum, lead, and mercury!”

A low murmur floated around the room, nods of agreement came from some of the other moms.

Henrik rolls his eyes and, with a sigh, mutters, “Yeah, but do you happen to know how much of each of those ‘toxic chemicals’ is in these vaccines? Because, when it really comes down to it, the difference between medicine or poison is the dosage.”

Chase was now snickering and jumped up on the stage to high five his boyfriend. Henrik high fives him back with a smirk as unhappy mumbles break out through the crowd. Susan blinks slowly before fumbling for some notecards in her purse. She goes through them before stopping at another and clearing her throat.

“What about vaccines causing allergies? My second cousin’s kid got vaccines, and now she has a nut allergy! Explain that one!”

“So, maybe you remember this from your elementary science class, but causation does not equate correlation. Just because it seems like it was caused by it doesn’t mean it actually was. In fact-” He clicked a button and a slide popped up on the screen showing a staggering amount of data. “There was a study done in 1997 that showed that vaccines actually have the reverse effect. So, maybe, she was just destined to have it from the start.”

Susan scoffed, flipping through her notecards. “How bad are the diseases these vaccines are ‘preventing’,” Her fingers bent in air quotation marks, “anyways? If my kid gets measles, it can’t be that bad! He’ll live! He’s a tough cookie!”

“Plenty of ‘tough cookies’ have died before from what you and your breed would qualify as unimportant and not dangerous diseases. Are you really willing to put your kid’s life on the line just for your morals?”

“Well you still haven’t covered -” Her face scrunched up in disgust, “Autism. I heard Mr. Brody’s kid has it, and I’m pretty sure that’s from vaccines.” Chase’s head perked up, his finger already wagging in her direction.

“Listen, bitch, my kid may have autism, but it sure as hell is not from vaccines. You act like it’s some untreatable disease! My daughter is not a fucking burden- you know what? Henrik, hand me the powerpoint, I got this one.”

Henrik delivered him the remote, a proud smirk on his face.

“I bet you got that conspiracy theory from an article? An article was written in the late 1990s, claiming that vaccines cause autism! Which is bullshit, by the way-” He clicked a button, the next page of the slide showing a picture of the very article, “It said that there was some sort of connection between the measles, mumps, and rubella, or MMR vaccine caused malabsorption of nutrients in the gut, which apparently lead to more cases of autistic children.”

Susan looked as if she had just won something.

“But! This study was later proven to be illicit and disproven by 25 other international research papers. So in other words, fuck you.”

Scattered gasps and some applause was heard around the room. Chase dropped the mic, which caused screeching feedback to erupt from it. But he didn’t care. He just said the world's biggest fuck you to an anti-vaxxer.

Henrik laughs softly and kisses his forehead before gently taking the remote back from the floor. “Now, does anyone else have anything to say?”

Susan was running dry. Her notecards weren’t helping anymore, and she seemed to be fucked. But she had one other thing up her sleeve.

“It’s up to the parent whether they want to vaccinate their kid or not! I know my baby better than anyone else, so if I say no vaccine, there will be no vaccine!”

“So you’re willing to threaten those with weakened immunity systems just because you ‘believe�� your kid won’t get sick? What about those who can’t handle getting vaccines at all? Like those undergoing chemotherapy. What if you decide to visit your parents while your kid is carrying some of the symptoms? You need to see that this doesn’t just affect you, Susan. We can’t always be selfish, even if that seems to be your only policy in life.” He clicks the machine off with a slight shrug. “But if all of this doesn’t convince you then I suppose there’s nothing I can do. But, believe me, your kids will thank you later if you listen to me.”

She growled in frustration, another mom came up to her and placed her hand on her shoulder.

“You should stop, honey. No one wants to hear it.”

“Fuck yes, Karen, tell her!” Chase shouted from the peanut gallery.

Henrik planted his hands on his hips; a content expression resting on his face. What a successful first PTA meeting.

#fuck it im posting this on my main #please make sure to send as much love as possible to my friend nove!!!#schneeplebro #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #fuck anti-vaxxers #public suffering

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 6 years ago

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Rookie- Leon Kennedy x Reader Ch.4/?

Words: 2238

Warnings: none

Leon watched as the last sliver of bright light faded when stone re-obscured the hidden room.

"I think I'm ready to get patched up" you said to Leon. "Since we're safe now" Leon glanced at you in the dim light. Your eyes were still red from crying, but your voice felt cold and detached.

"Of course."

There was a mahogany desk in the small, circular room, and you laid your back against it. Leon searched through the many pockets on his uniform for the first aid kit; a sigh of relief escaped his lips when he finally found it. He sat across from you, preparing the materials. You paid him no mind. You looked around the room, glancing at the bookshelves and sculptures, doing anything to distract you from the lead weight in your heart. There were no more tears left; the few you shed moments earlier were all you had. Now you were filled with a feeling of emptiness, of purposelessness. A strong burning sensation took you out of your thoughts.

"Ouch!" You yelped as Leon pressed an alcohol covered cloth to your wound.

"Sorry, should've warned you." He replied, his breath in your ear. You hadn't realized how close he was until now, when all you could feel was the hot breath on your neck. You two stayed silent for a while; Leon was focused on your wound and you were trying to ignoring his proximity.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier," You began, "Twice." He let out a weak laugh, still cleaning up your wound. His hands were gentle, touching you as if you were glass.

"You don't have to apologize," He paused, "I know this has been a lot for you. And to be honest, I probably would have done the same." He hesitated, “You aren’t gonna turn all zombified on me, right?”

“I don’t think so. Found out earlier this week that some people are immune, and I’m one of them.”

“How confident are you in that?” He asked.

“Completely.” You said, pulling up your left pant leg. On the back of your calf was a red, scabby bite mark. “I got this one four-maybe five days ago. I was never infected by the water either, and symptoms usually develop immediately.”

“Thank God.” Leon said under his breath. The two of you fell into silence once again, but not for long. There was something about his presence that made you open up, maybe it because he's seen all sides of you in such a short time, or maybe it was something else.

"Y'know" you started, still trying to put your thoughts together. "All I wanted was to be a good officer. I wanted to make everyone proud, and I wanted them to stop calling me rookie." You paused, looking Leon in the eyes. "I think deep down I've just wanted to prove myself capable, but for what? There's no one left now, no one to please. All I fought for was them, and now..." your voice faded. "and now I don't know what to do." Leon was stunned. At first, he didn't know how to reply. He gathered the right words and spoke up.

“Nonsense" he looked into your eyes. "You've still got to train me, and I think you're qualified to do it."

“Leon..." you looked away from him. "The Raccoon City Police Department died. There's no more officers, no more rules, it's all gone."

"Does that mean I've been let go my first day on the job?" He asked, still trying to lighten the mood. You admired that about him.

"You're funny" he finished wrapping your shoulder and moved to sit beside you, his back leaning against the desk. "Y'know..." You paused, taking a breath, "You were gonna be my partner, and I was so excited about it because it meant I wasn't the rookie anymore. I wondered what you'd be like, or if we'd get along." you ran a hand through your hair. "Now that I know we do, every part of me wishes that would have happened."

"Me too." He exhaled, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Both of us wanted to prove ourselves." You looked up at him as he paused. "I always dreamed of being a cop, but I guess that died too." You grabbed his hand in your own.

"I bet we can both find another police station to work at," you reassure him. He gave a sad smile.

"I don't know if I can go back to a normal job after this. They wouldn't understand."

You hadn't thought about it that way. You knew the outbreak was only local but did other areas even know about it? Would you have to live your life carrying the weight of a tragedy that never made the news? You stayed silent for a moment, thinking through your future, if you even had one.

"We should apply together. Then we could be there for each other." He heard you but stayed silent for a while, seemingly in thought. Then, he rose from the ground.

"If you're feeling better now maybe we should get going." He said as held his hand out to you. Grasping it, you got up and dusted off your pants. The two of you walked into the eerie elevator connected to the room, pressing the only button on the wall. The fence door closed and the elevator started down.

The city itself was terrifying, but what was under it was even more so. You had seen zombies in the city, but you saw experiments below the city. William Birkin, as you'd later find out, was your first monster encounter underground. He hunted you down through the maze-like passages of the facility, all of his humanity gone. Meeting him littered both yours and Leon's bodies with bruises and cuts, but you both somehow survived the encounter. Umbrella was the driving force of this city, but it also looked to be its demise. As much as you wanted to believe the company was good, with all of their charitable actions, evidence you found underground proved otherwise. You and Leon pushed through the underground passages, finding a ladder that led back up to the surface.

Leon lifted the drain cover up with one hand and held on to the ladder with the other. A small ray of light got bigger as he moved the drain cover more. Above him was the parking garage in disarray. He pushed the cover over and hoisted himself up onto the pavement. Many cars were crashed and abandoned, there were a few blood trails and puddles around. It painted a picture of the carnage that took place just days before. Leon scanned the garage for any signs of life, or more fitting, signs of the dead. He turned on his heels, shielding his eyes from the headlights of a car parked against a fence. The coast was clear. Metal clanked from the drain as you climbed up the ladder to join him.

"Is this the only exit?" Leon asked.

"Unfortunately." You scanned the parking garage, "And I don't have a key, so I don't know how we're gonna get out."

"Do you know where to get one?"

"Irons might have one." You hissed his name.

"He's the police cheif. He ran and hid like a coward when this broke out." Leon's eyes widened. Chief Irons was well known in the Arklay mountain region; he was a well respected figure.

"Well-uh, I'm sure he had a reason for it. I heard he was a hero." He stammered. You laughed.

"That man was not a hero. He took credit for what everyone else did. Chief Irons was a waste of space."

“Maybe you don't know the whole story." He replied. You looked back at Leon, a slight scowl forming on your face.

"Why are you defending him? You don't even know him,” a hair-raising growl silenced your argument. You looked at the dark, slender four-legged creature creeping up behind Leon. Leon's eyes grew wide as he turned around to look at the creature. The motion caused the half-rotten police dog to charge at him. The dog jumped on him, taking him to the ground. Leon struggled to keep the dogs sharp fangs away from his neck. You aimed your gun at the dog's head and pulled the trigged. No bullet came out. You cursed under your breath and you searched your pockets for more rounds.

"Take mine!" Leon yelled. His gun was on the ground, just a few feet out of his own reach. Before you could pick it up, though, another gun went off. The dog dropped to the ground next to Leon.

"Hey," A voice called. Leon looked toward the figure. "Stay sharp." Then, the growling started again. With Leon's gun, you shot the zombie dog in the head. A woman approached, her heels clicked on the ground as she got closer. You pointed you gun at her, and she with you. "Lower it." She sneered. Then, she held out an FBI badge. Hesitantly, you tossed the gun back toward Leon.

"Thank you," Leon told the woman, "For your help."

"I'm surprised you made it this far," The mysterious woman spoke. She then turned around and walked away.

"FBI huh, then what's going on here?" Leon rose from the ground and followed her.

“That information is classified,"

"Where are you going?" You asked her. She stopped and turned around, only for a moment.

"Do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get the hell out of here." And with that, she walked away.

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you!" Leon called, but the woman didn't look back as she walked through a doorway at the end of the parking garage. Leon looked over to you, confused at the woman's actions.

“I think that's where Iron's office is supposed to be." You said, pointing at the doorway the mysterious woman walked through. In truth, you didn't know where it was, only that it was connected to the garage. In your whole year of working at the RPD, you rarely visited the lowest floor.

"Do you think she wants anything from him?"

“I hope so. I hope she arrests that scumbag. And I want to be there when she does it."

The doorway she walked through did not lead to check iron's office. Instead, it lead to the jail. You and Leon walked through the corridor as zombies scratched at their cell bars. Leon flashed his flashlight through each cell, becoming more horrified at the monsters looking back at him.

"What would she be doing down here?" You asked.

"I have no idea."

You continued down the hall, almost reaching the end, when an unfamiliar voice called out from a cell.

"Hello?" It was a man, leaning forward on his bed, a cigarette in between his fingers.

"Hey." Leon said back. The man got up from his bed, smiling.

"I can't believe it. Real humans!" He walked over to the bars. "Hello humans."

"How long have you been in there?"

"Long enough. Are we the last ones alive?"

"No, no. There's a few of us."

"Oh, that's good news I guess." The man exhaled. "Unless of course Irons sent you."

"What do you know about Irons? Is he still alive?" You chimed in.

"Who cares. Hopefully he's somebody's dinner by now." You laughed at that. "He locked me in here!"

"I'm sure he had a good reason." Leon added.

“He did." The man took a puff from his cigarette, then tossed it on the floor and stomped out the ember. "I was about to blow the whistle on him. He's corrupt, Y'know? But I guess I would have done the same thing if I were him." A loud creaking noise silenced the three of you. It started at the end of the hall, and sounded as if it were coming closer. The man in his cell suddenly became desperate. "Look. I'll make you a deal. Unlock this cell and I'll give you this." He held out a garage key connected to the lanyard on his neck. "There's no other way out of that parking garage. Believe me." You walked over toward the lock, but Leon pulled you back.

"You aren't actually gonna let this guy out, are you? He's a criminal, and I just don't trust his story." Leon said quietly to you. You looked up at him, shaking your arm out of his grasp.

"Well I believe his story, and he's got a key for us to get out. We won’t have to look for Irons anymore.”

"But we’re officers, Y/N, we still have to follow the rules.”

"Look, Leon, There are only a handful of people left in the city. The law is dead. The RPD is dead. And if he tries something, we're both capable of taking him out." The creaking got louder, closer, and the man in the cell became more anxious.

"I still want to talk to the chief first."

“Look, we're all prisoners in this station. So either we play nice and help each other out or-" The man stopped mid sentence, the creaking now just feet away. "It's coming."

"What- what's coming?" Leon asked, his hands grabbing onto the bars of the cell. The man backed away and onto the farthest wall. You frantically tried the many keys you had collected so far.

"Cmon, don't be a jerk... Ok? You need this!" The man held up the key card. "Just get me the hell out of here!"

Bricks and rubble were thrown around the cell as a hand, larger than any human hand, broke through the wall. It grasped around the man's head, lifting him up from the ground. He screamed, his limbs flailing wildly. With one squeeze, the hand squished the man's skull and blood sprayed the cell. You could feel a few drops speckle your face. Then, the hand released the man and disappeared behind the wall.

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witchreflection · 5 years ago

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Hello friends, I not only translated from Spanish my MP100/GO crossover, I expanded it a bit

The one where Mob is the Antichrist (WIP)

As it happens with all important projects, when the moment to set the apocalypse into motion arrived, the infernal powers appointed (or may be, sentenced) a committee to oversee all details, and as it happens with all committees, no one ever agreed on anything and only one person (or in this case, being) did all the work[1].

In another world, the unfortunate sap in charge of the allocation of a human family for the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan and Lord of Darkness, chose the family of the American Cultural Attaché in the United Kingdom as the best suited for the task, and then devised an ingenious plan (for a demon) where all the actual planning for the interchange of babies was delegated to other even more unfortunate infernal agents.

In this world, however, the outcome of the committee representative’s game of eeny, meeny, miny, moe was different, so the chosen family was that of the daughter of a Japanese home appliances tycoon, and then the committee’s representative forgot to actually delegate the planning until the last moment. This is why the demon Crowley received the following orders alongside a basket with a perfectly average looking, dark haired male baby:

“Corrupt a human so they can be persuaded to steal a child from his mother’s arms, to be unknowingly replaced by our Lord’s son.”

And,

“DO NOT MESS IT UP, CROWLEY.”

Crowley offered ₤100[2] to a nurse he found smoking in the parking lot to do the deed.

And well, many years later Crowley will wash his hands over the whole affair, arguing that his plan would have worked if that same day, at that same hospital, at the other end of the same hall where Hoshino Nadeshiko-san (full-time heiress) was in labor, Kageyama Akane-san (programmer, alongside her husband at the UK for work) was not in the same situation. Or maybe it would have worked if this nurse were not terribly racist, on top of unscrupulous, and didn’t think that “all Chinese people look the same”[3].

***

Eventually, the Kageyama family (now including their much-loved Shigeo) had to return to Japan once their contracts and visas expire. In the meanwhile, the young Hoshino Asahi-kun grew a bit neglected by his parents, but with the constant attention and counsel of his kendo instructor[4] and the housekeeper.

***

Asahi-kun’s 15th birthday comes but no hellhound does.

Crowley and Aziraphale scramble to find out what happened to the Antichrist, and they first search for the nurse who is now in prison[5] and doesn’t know anything of use, then the hospital, where they pick up a paper trail[6] that leads them to Japan.

“Well,” says the demon to the angel. “On the bright side, you do like sushi.”

***

Kageyama Shigeo is a very normal baby. Average size, average weight, reaches the developmental milestones at the expected ages. His parents love him very much and if Shige-chan has an habit of always managing get things he shouldn’t into his hands, they don’t think too much about it and gently correct him, just as they do when he tries to lick the neighbour’s cat or pulls from mommy’s hair.

When things start to float a bit, they take it on stride, because, well, it is not really problem, it is only small things and not very high, and Akane is pregnant again.

It does take them by surprise when Ritsu-chan keeps dropping his pacifier or a preferred toy and they have to keep picking it up for him, which immediately raises a concern about how many things that touched the floor ended up on Shige-chan’s mouth, and relief that they don’t have to worry about that with Ritsu-chan[7].

As Shige grows, so do his powers, and his family also grows accustomed to them. Soon, every time he cries –which is not often– the furniture will rattle, the rain will not touch him and he would make little and not so little animals swim through the air, or the bath water would float in shapes, but is always to entertain Ritsu or their friend Tsubomi. Sometimes the cutlery will bend, or Shige would accidentally make everything in the house hover 2cm over the floor in his sleep, but he is a good kid and it’s not like he does it intentionally.

Then, after an incident where Ritsu returns unharmed but covered in blood and Shige in in tears, and they don’t tell no matter how much Akane and Hisao ask their children what happened, Shige stops using his powers deliberately while the accidents increase, but they can’t do anything about it, because who do you ask about your child ESP problems?

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Later, people will debate if the well-timed appearance of Reigen Arataka into Shigeo’s life was in fact as “godsend” as the Kageyamas thought the day their child returned home from school happier and more at ease that they had seen him in months.

The fact that the man would also act as a quick response free babysitter and chaperon also helped to improve their opinion of him[8].

***

Kageyama Shigeo is a very unremarkable boy, but he tends to have a tangible effect in the people who cross his path, and he achieves this despite his powers and no thanks to them, mostly.

Had this been a different world, his powers would have not been obvious, but would have arranged the world around him to his liking. In this one, they never get him what he wants and he has to figure that one all on his own[9].

***

A list of times the world could have ended ahead of schedule:

After the incident when Shigeo lost control of his powers for the first time and believed, for a second, before he heard him cry, that Ritsu was dead.

All the times Dimple tried and failed to convince Shigeo to help him become a god[10].

The time a technician’s shoelace got caught in his desk chair’s wheel, making him trip and smash his keyboard, almost starting up a chain of events that would have resulted in a Chinese Navy ship colliding with an American one, had he not also accidentally disconnected the ethernet connection of his terminal in the process.

The time Mogami almost managed to make Shigeo lose his faith in humanity.

The time Dimple did achieve godhood thanks to Shigeo’s powers, before Shigeo’s powers decided they could do give it a try on their own and Dimple realised his mistake.

That one incident by the end of Shigeo’s second year at middle school, which is not discussed in public by people in the known, for plausible deniability, you understand. Even thought it was not his fault, he is very sorry and very sure it won’t happen again and he helped put everything together again, and he has been reassured that no one died, miraculously[10].

But the important bit is that it didn’t happen.

*** For a being that some of the time is a snake, Crowley has way too much leg to fit into a tourist class plane seat, and he has time to complain about it at length during the 12 hours flight.

You see, due to the intrinsic nature of airlines, miracling two last-minute first-class plane tickets, does not mean that those two first-class seats actually exist in that flight.

The fact that Crowley was responsible for making flying a terribly uncomfortable ordeal for the masses, was an irony lost on him.

So was the fact that he was directly contributing to the flight attendant’s path to sainthood, attained by her infinite patience.

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[1]Except that, in fact, none of them did anything.

[2] The money was fake, but the nurse deserved it.

[3] Yeah, neither I know what Crowley was expecting to happen.

[4] If he’d had the time to pay attention to these things, Hoshino Katashi-san (CEO of his father-in-law’s company and absent but demanding parent) would had made an issue out of the kendo instructor being British. Fortunately, not only he never asked who was teaching his son, but the instructor wasn’t even really British in the first place, nor Japanese as Hoshino-san would preferred, nor anything, simply because the instructor wasn’t born in any country, or region, or geographic zone, as he had been brought into existence by Divine Will before the Creation, and he has been issued the physical form he inhabited after a long and tedious bureaucratic process, and he very much prefers to never have to go through it again, thank you.

[5]After noticing the money she had been paid with was fake, the nurse took a very pragmatic decision by taking the extra baby she found herself with to an adoption agency for rich people, where she received a quite large “fee”. This inspired her to a change in careers and became a full time “recruiter” for the agency, until it was closed under investigations for human trafficking.

[6]Not literally. The paper archive was burnt in a freak accident which was in no way caused by infernal agents with no knowledge about electronic databases.

[7]What they don’t know is that, soon enough, Shige-chan starts picking up things for his brother too when they are not looking. Maybe this is the reason why the brothers built extraordinarily strong immune systems and rarely get sick, maybe it is the other way around. I’m betting in the later.

[8]So did the discreet background check they did(a) on Reigen to make sure nothing untoward would happen. It also revealed that the man had his driving licence and an updated certification in first aid, making him qualified enough to take up child-care professionally.

[8.a] A leftover form their youth, before they decided to use their skills in a more legitimate manner as “cybersecurity”.

[9]With the support of loving family and friends, not that it lessens his effort in any way, but it is nice to mention it and Shigeo likes be reminded of it, too.

[10]But not a god as in God, more like a god as in the inaccurate translation of kami in Shintoism. Unbeknownst, back then, to Dimple, had he succeeded in making a god out of Shigeo, the results could had been less like the Emperor (like he envisioned) and closer (but not quite) to the actual Almighty.

[11]This is still being debated by the people in the known.

#auri sometimes writes things

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So much for “defending the Constitution”

President Trump is planning to use an executive order to strip birthright citizenship from America's laws, rather than trying to change the Constitution through an act of Congress. The potential move, whose constitutionality isn't settled, would seek to end the conferring of citizenship to children of non-citizens who are born in the U.S. — which is currently guaranteed by the 14th Amendment.

"It was always told to me that you needed a constitutional amendment. Guess what? You don't," Trump said. He discussed the plan in an interview with Axios on HBO that is slated to air Sunday.

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So. Here’s the relevant section of he 14th Amendment of the Constitution that Big Dummy wants to tinker with:

All persons born or naturalized in the United States and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

It’s not “all persons born except...” All persons. Period. There are no qualifiers about the immigration status of the parents. And historian Steve Kantrowitz makes a very strong case that was, in fact, the original intent. (That he makes it on Twitter shouldn’t be an automatic disqualifier, but if you need it from a source with “editorial oversight”, see “The Citizenship Clause Means What It Says” by Garrett Epps. If you’re into original intent, they made it clear as crystal what they were trying to do.)

What The Orange Nightmare is betting the casino on (assuming that this isn’t another fundamentally dishonest play to a fear-based right-wing electorate to get them to the polls or the boogeyman’s gonna get you!) is that the minority of conservative legal scholars are correct in thinking that everybody’s been reading the simplest possible language completely wrong for 150 years. Because it that gambit fails, Trump has to put this redefinition of birthright citizenship into an amendment that overrides the previous one, pass it through both houses of Congress with a two-thirds majority, and then ratified by 38 of the 50 states. And between you, me and the unblinking eye of the Internet, I don’t think he’s got it in him. That sounds too much like work, and he’d rather be golfing or telling us who deserves to get a mail bomb next.

In summary, Donald Trump has no idea what he’s talking about...again. Seriously, dude, take a high school civics class. You might accidentally learn what a US President does.

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The Fourteenth Amendment Can’t Be Revoked By Executive Order (A little something from July that digs a little bit deeper into the original intent, and hey, it’s Garrett Epps again.)

Trump says no other country has birthright citizenship. He’s wrong. (WaPo. Speaking of Trump having no idea what he’s talking about, at least 30 countries subscribe to the birthright citizenship principle that he claims is US-only.)

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Had Covid? You May Need Only One Dose of Vaccine, Study Suggests Shannon Romano, a molecular biologist, came down with Covid late last March, about a week after she and her colleagues shut down their lab at Mount Sinai Hospital. A debilitating headache came first, followed by a fever that kept rising, and then excruciating body aches. “I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t move,” she said. “Every one of my joints just hurt inside.” It was not an experience she wanted to repeat — ever. So when she became eligible for the Covid-19 vaccine earlier this month, she got the shot. Two days after her injection, she developed symptoms that felt very familiar. “The way my head hurt and the way my body ached was the same headache and body ache I had when I had Covid,” she said. She recovered quickly, but her body’s intense response to the jab caught her by surprise. A new study may explain why Dr. Romano and many others who have had Covid report these unexpectedly intense reactions to the first shot of a vaccine. In a study posted online on Monday, researchers found that people who had previously been infected with the virus reported fatigue, headache, chills, fever, and muscle and joint pain after the first shot compared more frequently than did those who had never been infected. Covid survivors also had far higher antibody levels after both the first and second doses of the vaccine. Based on these results, the researchers say, people who have had Covid-19 may need only one shot. “I think one vaccination should be sufficient,” said Florian Krammer, a virologist at the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai and an author on the study. “This would also spare individuals from unnecessary pain when getting the second dose and it would free up additional vaccine doses.” While some scientists agree with his logic, others are more cautious. E. John Wherry, director of the University of Pennsylvania’s Institute for Immunology, said that before pushing for a change in policy, he would like to see data showing that those antibodies were able to stop the virus from replicating. “Just because an antibody binds to a part of the virus does not mean it’s going to protect you from being infected,” he said. It might also be difficult to identify which people have previously been infected, he said. “Documenting that becomes a really potentially messy public health issue,” he said. Side effects after vaccination are entirely expected. They show that the immune system is mounting a response and will be better prepared to fight off an infection if the body comes into contact with the virus. The Pfizer and Moderna vaccines are particularly good at evoking a strong response. Most participants in the companies’ trials reported pain at the injection site, and more than half reported fatigue and headaches. The clinical trials of the authorized vaccines from Pfizer and Moderna, which included more than 30,000 participants each, suggest that most people experience the worst side effects after the second jab. And in the Moderna study, people who had previously been infected actually had fewer side effects than those who hadn’t. But anecdotally, researchers are hearing from a growing number of people like Dr. Romano who felt ill after one shot. “They describe these symptoms much more vigorously,” Dr. Wherry said. That matches what Dr. Krammer and his colleagues found in their new study, which has not yet been published in a scientific journal. The researchers assessed symptoms after vaccination in 231 people, of whom 83 had previously been infected, and 148 had not. Both groups widely reported experiencing pain at the injection site after the first dose. But those who had been infected before more often reported fatigue, headache and chills. The team also looked at how the immune system responded to the vaccine in 109 people — 68 of whom had not previously been infected and 41 who had — and found a more robust antibody response in the latter group. The numbers, however, are small, and so the study’s conclusions will need to be further investigated with more research, experts said. It’s not necessarily surprising that previously infected individuals might experience more intense reactions. Both shots contain bits of genetic material that spur the body to manufacture spike proteins, the knobby protrusions on the coronavirus’s surface. People who have already been infected with the virus have immune cells that are primed to recognize these proteins. So when the proteins show up after vaccination, some of those immune cells go on the attack, causing people to feel sick. Dr. Susan Malinowski, an ophthalmologist in Michigan who had Covid-19 in March, certainly felt like her body was under attack after she received the Moderna vaccine. She got the first shot before lunch on New Year’s Eve. By dinner, she was starting to feel ill. She spent the next two days miserable in bed. “I had fevers. I had chills. I had night sweats. I had pain everywhere in my body,” she said. “I was actually more ill after the vaccine than I was with Covid.” Questions about more severe vaccine reactions in people who have already had Covid came up at a Jan. 27 meeting of an expert committee that advises the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Covid-19 Vaccines › Answers to Your Vaccine Questions Am I eligible for the Covid vaccine in my state? Currently more than 150 million people — almost half the population — are eligible to be vaccinated. But each state makes the final decision about who goes first. The nation’s 21 million health care workers and three million residents of long-term care facilities were the first to qualify. In mid-January, federal officials urged all states to open up eligibility to everyone 65 and older and to adults of any age with medical conditions that put them at high risk of becoming seriously ill or dying from Covid-19. Adults in the general population are at the back of the line. If federal and state health officials can clear up bottlenecks in vaccine distribution, everyone 16 and older will become eligible as early as this spring or early summer. The vaccine hasn’t been approved in children, although studies are underway. It may be months before a vaccine is available for anyone under the age of 16. Go to your state health website for up-to-date information on vaccination policies in your area Is the vaccine free? You should not have to pay anything out of pocket to get the vaccine, although you will be asked for insurance information. If you don’t have insurance, you should still be given the vaccine at no charge. Congress passed legislation this spring that bars insurers from applying any cost sharing, such as a co-payment or deductible. It layered on additional protections barring pharmacies, doctors and hospitals from billing patients, including those who are uninsured. Even so, health experts do worry that patients might stumble into loopholes that leave them vulnerable to surprise bills. This could happen to those who are charged a doctor visit fee along with their vaccine, or Americans who have certain types of health coverage that do not fall under the new rules. If you get your vaccine from a doctor’s office or urgent care clinic, talk to them about potential hidden charges. To be sure you won’t get a surprise bill, the best bet is to get your vaccine at a health department vaccination site or a local pharmacy once the shots become more widely available. Can I choose which vaccine I get? How long will the vaccine last? Will I need another one next year? That is to be determined. It’s possible that Covid-19 vaccinations will become an annual event, just like the flu shot. Or it may be that the benefits of the vaccine last longer than a year. We have to wait to see how durable the protection from the vaccines is. To determine this, researchers are going to be tracking vaccinated people to look for “breakthrough cases” — those people who get sick with Covid-19 despite vaccination. That is a sign of weakening protection and will give researchers clues about how long the vaccine lasts. They will also be monitoring levels of antibodies and T cells in the blood of vaccinated people to determine whether and when a booster shot might be needed. It’s conceivable that people may need boosters every few months, once a year or only every few years. It’s just a matter of waiting for the data. Will my employer require vaccinations? Where can I find out more? Dr. Pablo J. 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A study published earlier this month reported that surviving a natural infection provided 83 percent protection from getting infected again over the course of five months. “Giving two doses on top of that appears to be maybe overkill,” she added. Shane Crotty, an immunologist at the La Jolla Institute for Immunology, pointed out that a more intense vaccine response typically means better protection. If someone had a big response to the first dose, “I would expect that skipping that second dose would be wise and also that the second dose probably is unnecessary,” he said. But other immunologists suggest everyone stick to two doses. “I’m a big proponent of the right dosing and right schedule, because that’s how the studies were performed,” said Maria Elena Bottazzi, an immunologist at Baylor College of Medicine in Houston. And getting two shots doesn’t seem to pose any danger to those who have had Covid. Still, Dr. Malinowski, the ophthalmologist, wishes there were fewer questions and more answers. If vaccine side effects really are more intense in people who have already been infected, health officials could give people a heads up, she said. “It would be nice to know that, Hey, you might not be able to get out of bed for two days,” Malinowski said. She has decided not to return for a second dose. Dr. Romano of Mount Sinai Hospital is due for her second shot in February, and isn’t sure what she will do. “My friends who are immunologists, we’ve all sort of been discussing this among ourselves,” she said. “Chances are I’ll probably get it. But I want to think about it a little bit more before I do.” Denise Grady and Apoorva Mandavilli contributed reporting. Source link Orbem News #Covid #Dose #Study #suggests #Vaccine

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A Winter’s Ball (pt.III)

pt. 1: November, 1777

pt. 2: December 1779

February 1780 Hamilton attended a dance with Kitty Livingston…who invited her friend Elizabeth. Determined to get time alone with his date, Hamilton invites his own chaperone.

Are we doing this again? Are we really doing this again, oh my god.

February 1780

“Truly, Bets, it’s a menace,” Kitty glared down at the fasteners as her handmaid worked nimble fingers through the stomacher. “I asked Suky to tell me everything her husband was sharing with her. My father likes to talk about the war when he has officers over for dinners- wouldn’t it just shock them if I had some thoughts of their plans,” Kitty smirked at the thought, but it quickly turned sour, “She must have mentioned it to Alec and he just…” she shook her head with a huff, “It was not an invitation to court me.”

Betsey raised both brows, suppressing an amused grin.

Kitty hated that playful look sometimes. Betsey was clever for her age, but she always thought she could see what others were thinking. And, really- it’s not like Kitty actually liked Hamilton…no matter how sweet he could be between her legs. “I mean that, Betsey. This…dalliance or whatever it is- it’s going nowhere.”

Betsey cocked her head back. She blinked as if she really did think Kitty was just playing coy with the boy, as if she was really entertaining notions of one day marrying him. “But…I thought…well you accepted his invitation to this, and…” she glanced at Kitty’s servant and lowered her voice, “you’ve laid with him.”

Kitty laughed, “And, I’ll probably lay with him again.” She also found that look so painfully endearing when it soured. There were times Betsey made it difficult to resist the urge to ruffle her hair like a little girl…but they had spent far too long twisting it into prettily-styled knots for the ball to ruin it now.

In his invitation, Alec had heavily implied that he would expect them to spend time together after the formal celebrations had ceased- probably rekindle their seasonal flame despite the fact that he’d rudely neglected her this past year.

So, he would need to duly amend himself- show his commitment before he got any reward from her- and not by proposing marriage again. It would mean positively no stumbling into bed together to avoid the subject.

She’d asked Betsey to attend primarily to give herself someone to talk to when conversation would inevitably lag- so perhaps this time the lull in conversation wouldn’t lead to shedding clothes for an easier form of interaction, but the girl was pretty enough herself. She might make a good distraction for Hamilton in her own right.

…

“Tench, I will not beg you to join us, but there is a good case to be made that you would enjoy the excursion-” Alex raised his brows suggestively, but the elder aide was already walking away. He quickened his step, “And! A good case can also be made that I’m qualified to…answer the General’s letters with Knox…”

Tilghman turned, interested in the bribe, but he was obviously not sold.

“She’s invited her friend,” Alex complained, “Just help me this once, I will owe you, truly…”

“I’m leaving for Trenton next week, I can’t afford to be taking nights off.”

A reasonable excuse and a dismissive one. Alexander had hoped not to mention it, lest Tilghman demand he play cupid for his pursuit of a delightful fox that he had been unable to stop talking about all month. Supposedly he had met her at a dinner with Lord Livingston, but Alex had no recollection of him spending time with any girl in that meeting, so it was far more likely that Tench had seen her and made eyes at her from a distance- and would need all the help he could get to win her- or speak to her at all. Of course, Alex had also spent half the party buried under Kitty’s skirts, so he may not be the best witness.

“Her friend is the Schuyler girl.”

Tench froze. His jaw clicked. “Fine.”

“You’ll go?”

“I’m going.”

…

When Kitty’s father’s valet brought in the letter, she could see where this was going very quickly. Tearing open General Washington’s seal, she recognized the name Tench Tilghman, though not as an interesting character by her own judgment.

“We could’ve had a servant drive the carriage,” Betsey said, sitting back with her hands folded in her lap.

“Yes, Bets,” Kitty said slowly, “We could have. He’s bringing his friend to distract you from me so we can be alone.”

“Ah…I see.” Elizabeth frowned, understanding slowly, and on days like this, Kitty wondered what it was like to be the daughter of one of the continent’s feared generals- the gift of innocence she was indulged, not to have to learn how to see these tactics from suitors for her own safety. All the officers that were constantly in her home, sharing all sorts of stories about the war...and all of them too afraid of her father to try anything untoward. “That’s clever…”

“It would be clever if I hadn’t wanted you to come.”

Betsey’s brows knit in confusion, “You think…he thinks you didn’t want me to come?” she reeled at that, “Does he think I’m there as what- your father’s escort?”

“Probably.”

Understanding was still coming slow, but Betsey looked at her and seemed to see, “You wanted me to distract him, didn’t you?”

…

Tench was not going to forgive this anytime soon.

And, Alexander’s pride was not going to recover with any more ease. He should have known Kitty would be bitter with his silence over the last year, but really, how could he have known she would be cunning about it? Why should he expect a trap?

He had heard of Elizabeth Schuyler often enough from Tench and all the officers who had served with the girl’s father to expect that she would be as kind and agreeable as everyone said. By name, he couldn’t recall having met her…

But those eyes were certainly familiar. Ink-black and colder than the winter had ever been- even in John’s absence. The Elizabeth Schuyler he remembered at once was sharp-tongued and deceivingly polite.

And, her snubs were as delicate and graceful as they were decisive. Tench scooped her hand delicately and kissed it in greeting. “That is a lovely dress, Miss Schuyler.”

“It’s Kitty’s dress,” she said with a sweet smile.

To his credit, Tench waned only a little, “Then it looks lovely on you.”

“It’s quite nice on her as well.”

“I…I’m sure that’s the case…”

“You should really see her wear it. She has a bonnet that goes so nicely with her eyes and the blue really suits her beautifully.”

“That…sounds nice?”

Alex wanted to cringe, and even though Tench was serving his purpose and distracting his girl’s escort, and though he would still cover the other aide’s correspondences for him as promised, he could only watch three of these fumbled exchanges before surrendering his time with Kitty to draw miss Schuyler away from him. He could brag of the elder aide’s finer qualities himself then perhaps send her away, happier to converse with him.

…

It was brutal to watch, but Kitty felt no shame in enjoying Betsey’s destruction of Colonel Tilghman’s lofty hopes with her. She did it so kindly the man would hardly be able to hate her for it, though he would certainly understand she had no interest in him.

Maybe she’d underestimated her friend in a way- though blind to the boys’ manipulation, she was artfully delivering her honest sentiments in a way they could hardly protest…

Perhaps she had never needed to learn the sorts of tactics Kitty had seen.

Still, when Alec turned to talk to her, Kitty was keen to watch them, and relieved when he stayed his course and only spoke praises of his friend- not even realizing Betsey was wise to Colonel Tilghman’s purpose here, and she’d be immune to such charms-

…

This game was obviously fixed against their favor. Miss Schuyler’s smile betrayed nothing, but she would have no need for such a mask if she wasn’t aware of it’s purpose. She knew Alex had brought Tench for her. All he could do was show his friend support in hopes Tench wouldn’t realize the setup and might overlook his oversight.

He really just wanted privacy, the freedom to tell this girl his honest intention without Tilghman’s scrutiny.

…

Perfectly content that Alec’s diversion had failed, Kitty took Colonel Tilghman’s hand to be escorted from the carriage. Through the years of their flirting and banter, Hamilton always assumed her affection was assured, and treated her as such. She knew the teasing in his letters was harmless and she understood the intention, but his ribbings were…cocky.

It would do him some good to see that he did not own her. It would certainly make it easier to deny him with whatever game at courtship he was trying this time.

After all, he wasn’t the marrying type.

…

Alex had been wrong to underestimate Kitty, but she did him the same favor when, upon arriving at the manor and stepping out of the carriage, she took Tilghman’s hand and led him inside and away from him.

Elizabeth snubbed his assistance down from the carriage.

He still waited at the step, hand still extended for her. “Miss Kitty told you I brought him to court you,” he said bluntly, turning to watch Tench walk his girl down the path into the manor.

Elizabeth took his hand, “Distract me would be a more precise translation of what she said.”

He laughed, lightly squeezing the hand in his own and starting their walk down the path. “Well, that’s cynical of her.”

“Can you fault her for that?” miss Schuyler smirked darkly, a truer expression and one Alex took some small satisfaction in, then- “She can hardly be alone with you without you trying to lead her off to just…romp with her.”

Despite how true that accusation cut, Alexander couldn’t restrain the belt of laughter it pulled from him. “Romp with her?”

“Yes!” she huffed as if offended she was being made to speak of it further. “I’ve seen how you are. You can hardly speak two words to a lady without trying to dig yourself into her skirts!”

Alex caught his breath, guiding their steps forward and stopping to bow to their hosts, generals and dignitaries each as they passed in step. “Not to be contrary with you, miss, but I like to think you are yourself a lady, and if I’ve been digging for your skirts I’ve kept my hands remarkably clean this time.”

He smirked at her immediate glare and gave her wrist a light slap when she nearly failed to curtsey Count Pulaski.

“Besides,” he said, straightening up, “I find it interesting that you assume it’s always been me who was eager to dash off for a romp.” Implication aside that he was such a lusty tramp- an insult he was so familiar with it hardly struck him anymore, “I think I’m attractive enough that any lady with a healthy sense of desire might approach me- have you thought of that?”

“A healthy sense of desire.”

“Or any desire at all, really.”

“You flatter yourself.”

He huffed a laugh and they stopped to bow and curtsey again. Righting themselves, they were shuffled inside and he looked over at her, “Well, I don’t expect you to do it.”

“That’s wise.”

Alex wanted to take offense, but the wit was blunt enough he found himself chuckling instead, wanting to hold her hand more casually to match the ease in this banter. He looked for where Tench had walked off with Kitty, but Elizabeth hadn’t released his hand. He glanced at her, “So Kitty told you I invited Tench to distract you from your sacred duty: to protect her…so that I can’t…” he smirked, “take her away and ravish her?”

“You too quickly assume women like you, mister Hamilton.”

“And you too quickly take the word of your friends without allowing contrary evidence.”

“It’s called loyalty, Colonel.”

“Yes,” Alex agreed. “Loyalty to friends. A very quick way to be associated with hurtful injustices, look-” tugging her hand, he stopped by the dance floor where the guests were preparing for the first dance to commence. “You’ve seen me in a very unflattering light.”

She replied with an impatient glare of agreement.

He gathered up her hands, stepping over her so that she backed away a step and the folds of her skirts shifted around his legs. “But if your reputation precedes you, you’ll do me the kindness of believing me when I say my intentions are true with your friend.”

Black eyes narrowed, “True…?”

“I intend to court her properly,” Alex said. It was the first time such words had ever left his mouth with full honesty and he didn’t like the taste of it.

Even with permission, it felt like a betrayal. If not to John, at least to himself.

It felt like surrender to the world…to the way everyone else wanted things to be. At least with Kitty, the terms of that surrender were familiar. But, there were far more pleasurable ways to surrender to her than proper courtship- namely immobilized under her thighs…

But marriage? It was hateful as much as it was necessary. He could do it, be comfortable and happy with a woman in the same way that he could be comfortable, conceding a footrace where all bets were against him- he’d catch his breath and his muscles would relax, but he’d lose…the race, his pride, the satisfaction of knowing he had given all he had and finished at a sprint, of knowing that he’d defied all those who wanted him to lose…to sacrifice his own happiness for the comfort of others…he’d rather deny them all out of spite- punish them for ever demanding such a thing…

Sure, he loved women- their bodies and wit and sensibility. But, he loved himself first, and he hated this concession.

He wanted to stay with John, and he should damn well do it.

“Do you love her?” Elizabeth said.

“What?” Alex found himself staring at their hands.

“Kitty. Are you in love with her?”

No… That was a bold question and the right one to ask, but Alex could tell she would see it if he lied about this. John had said lying wasn’t in his nature anyway. Though, lately, it all felt like lies...

John had freed him to concede a part of his heart to ensure his own happiness- he had never said how large a percentage it must be, so what did it matter if he barely loved his girl at all? If he could do so just a little, that love would still be true enough and- “I was…” he said, voice dropping to a whisper. “There was a time I loved Kitty so much I could hardly stand it.”

A lie. He thought he loved her. He hadn’t even known what love was...yet.

“But that changed?”

Yes, it had changed, but Alexander couldn’t exactly explain that he had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with his friend- his lover in camp. A man. He dropped her hands and stepped back towards the floor where the dancers were finding their pairs. “Look. I loved her before and I know that I am very capable of doing so again. Unless you have an objection to a man, intent on committing to a woman he wants to someday marry, I’ll ask you not to interfere.”

She grabbed his arm, pulling him back, “Wait-”

He turned, frowning. Maybe Kitty had told her something he didn’t know.

“She said…”

He braced himself for the inevitable. His girl had been promised to someone else and she simply hadn’t found a way to tell him. He should have known better than to raise his hopes- Kitty was wealthy and well-bred. But, why would her father have ever allowed her to attend this ball with him if that was so?

Elizabeth hesitated, “well, I think you hurt her badly these last few months. She was convinced you had fallen for someone else.”

So then, all was not lost. He closed his mouth, stepping back towards her and holding out his hand. “Dance with me. Please.”

Elizabeth looked past him to the floor.

…

This was a surprising development, though perhaps not a shocking one. Kitty dropped the folds of her skirt where she’d been walking to meet Alec for the opening dance. Their hosts would begin the ceremonies and the guests would each take partners for the minuet and the following line dances.

Betsey had come with her to help distract Alec and in that regard, she was effective, but there was no satisfaction in giving her a nod from across the room when the girl looked for her permission.

There would’ve been no harm in dancing with him…

Kitty glanced back to Colonel Tilghman, his eyes fixed on the same scene and drawing his own bottom lip to chew it, a heavy curl of guilt for the crestfallen expression he wore. It would be simple to walk over and cut in, free Betsey to his hand and take Alec away to the dance floor with her where he had intended to be anyway…but there was a danger in coming too close to that boy and his mouth, in imagining how she could have him with a simple command…

Not now…but maybe…

She stepped to Tilghman’s side, “Should I assume I’m not your first choice of dance partner?” she said, giving him a careful smile.

He collected himself as if he hadn’t realized he’d had her audience, composing himself and holding a hand out politely. “You are my best choice, it seems.”

It was the kindest thing to say.

…

Elizabeth understood the steps and moved with all the grace that Alex’s former dance partners had been known to want. The complicated series’ of steps and hops in the first few sets granted little time to conversation and far too much for his own reflections.

He’d only been gone for a week, but all Alexander could hear was John’s laughter, the tight-chested fondness to watch his clipped steps and small stumbles, the warmth of dancing in this stuffy ballroom style in their own cabin, perverting the movements to their own taste and reclaiming them their own…

And the night that followed.

John had said his dancing partner here would be able to keep up with him, but it was he who was struggling to maintain his usual grace, expecting longer limbs for the twirls and a taller partner to spin.

“Was Kitty right?” Elizabeth said, watching his feet- likely to avoid being stepped on, “That you’d fallen for someone else?” She looked up to his eyes, and when he didn’t want to answer, her tone accused, “Because you don’t seem to be dancing with me-” she stepped under his arm, “and if you had wanted to dance with her, you would’ve just asked.”

There were enough ladies that trailed behind the army to follow their families or work- she would have no reason to suspect- "Someone in camp,” he admitted.

Elizabeth frowned. “And you’ve come back to Kitty…because this girl in camp-”

“We would never work,” Alex said, clasping her hand again, “our…families…” John’s family would be ruined forever. He would be hanged by his political enemies. Washington’s reputation…all that had happened under the General’s watch… “I need to be serious about my future- consider things like marriage.”

“The infamous Tomcat, truly speaking of proper courtship.”

There was a smirk in her tone “Is that really so hard to believe?”

“No. I don’t think you’re being insincere,” she met his eyes as they dipped in unison, “But, I’ve heard stories…and, knowing that you love this girl in camp-”

He wished she would stop calling John a girl- “I admit, I have a terrible weakness,” he said, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what he had intended to say. Then, Elizabeth’s dark eyes were locked on his, stepping close to him and sharing the same breaths and it was easy to explain, “I have a foolish, hopeful heart.” A strange topic to touch again. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he guarded, but it was one he didn’t speak of- or…had only spoken of with John, an inky black place in his chest, touched only by him. “See, I’m inexplicably drawn to fall in love with the ones I can never keep.”

Black eyes turned from him, staring past his shoulder on the party where Kitty twirled under the next man’s arm. “I think,” she wet her lips and glanced down toward his feet, “that’s not…your fault…”

That- he had not expected and, “How?” he blurted. Suddenly at a disadvantage, he didn’t want to seem confused, lagging behind her, “I mean, I know the heart wants what the heart wants- or some such adage, but-”

“But, that’s not what I’m saying,” she smiled, surprisingly kind. “I just mean…I think, when you allow it, your heart follows easily where it’s lead and that’s not a bad thing. It’s certainly not foolish.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, feeling raw in a familiar and unwelcome way.

“I think,” Betsey turned away, dropping the folds of her dress as the music slowed, “you shouldn’t be with someone who doesn’t see that…” Or worse- someone who saw it and let him fall in love nonetheless.

“You…don’t think Kitty sees it…” he realized this almost as he said it aloud, staring at her. “So if I told her I’d had a lover in camp- that that’s the cause of my silence, she wouldn’t forgive it.”

“I think…” the music had stopped and Elizabeth stepped back towards their friends, “that’s something you should ask her.”

It was Alexander’s turn to grab her arm and say, “Wait- you see her better than I do, I’m sure. I think you see me as well, and- even knowing and believing my intentions, you’ve diverted me from her… you don’t think I should pursue it further.”

“She enjoys you-”

“Yes, between her legs, what about her heart?” Alex nearly bit his own tongue, shocked with himself for saying such a thing to a lady- especially one he didn’t know in such a way. But, Elizabeth just raised her brows at his language. He slowed himself, “I mean, would it be unwise to let myself love her again? Please be honest.”

“Well,” she bit her lip and her hands smoothed out the front of her dress restlessly, fidgeting with his proximity “I think you’re attractive enough…you have many options. I certainly can’t control where your heart is leading.”

The response was so simple, Alex could hardly help himself from lowering his voice, sultry, “Don’t be so quick to doubt yourself there…” He grinned when that earned a high flush and her hands flattening out over her skirts.

Kitty and Tench stepped from the crowd of dancers, walking to join them. Unaware of their approach, Elizabeth stepped towards him to say, “We will be friends, if anything, mister Hamilton.”

She was close enough to convey her anger and he smiled, “I don’t keep ladies as friends, miss Schuyler.”

“Well, that is too bad,” she huffed, “because we will not be nothing.” Turning away from him, she nearly crashed into Tilghman’s chest.

Alex was still smiling when Kitty accepted his hand and walked him towards the ballroom floor once more.

…

It wasn’t until later- after the girls had spent some time together and Kitty had approached him, pulled him aside to borrow the carriage for a few hours, find some privacy, and shared kisses and touches, groans and sighs that spoke of dismissal…he realized his dear girl’s play.

Her friend, Elizabeth…Betsey- had been a demand for proof of his love, for him to show the lengths to which he’d go to have her like this again. But, hiking her leg over his shoulder to find a deeper place in her, he realized, he was only given this after she’d been reassured that she had him still- that the part of him he had forfeit was not lost in his silence.

She would never be his. He would never have that part of himself back. That was hers. He would surrender…

and surrender…

And there, in the inky black water, the depths of himself that were ugly and comfortable and John’s, there would be an intruder.

And, she would have whatever was left.

#ficlet #SOA #Song of Alexander #pretty uncomfortable with this #Hamliza #this was suppose to be funnier #then it turned into ham/liza banter #I don't know how to write straight women without them arguing the men they're suppose to like

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thosemintcookies · 8 years ago

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some thoughts

so i just found out about united airlines (i don’t pay attention to the news every day sorry) and literally if that isn’t fucking vile and proof that police are corrupt as an institution i don’t know what is. he was a paying customer minding his own business and they still resorted to violence. none of y’all can say he was provoking anyone. i have no trust in any organization that sanctions the use of force and doesn’t educate these officers on the methods of deescalation and on the basic rights of citizens. police are meant to keep order and protect their people. not keep order by using force as coercion.

(and y’all can fuck off with that not all cops bs. i know cops and that are reasonable people i get it, but you gotta leave room to criticize the institution at least. it’s not just rotten apple poisoning the batch)

and here’s the thing, statistically asian people are not targeted by the police as much as other minorities are. literally, even if police themselves aren’t racist (which, for the sake of argument i’m gonna give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they’re not which i’m sure isn’t true of all cases) the police tactics target minorities based on what areas they patrol, what the image of crime is (i know weed smokers in the suburbs do not get the same treatment as weed smokers in urban areas) and the cycle of incarceration and poverty that keeps whole populations in states of disenfranchisement and impotence.

i don’t even know to label this a race issue (but y’all can bet that asians are dehumanized and assumed incompetent esp those who are immigrants with accents) but here’s an example of how the law protects corruption. especially with the bullshit qualified immunity. especially with state-protected rights to break the law when in that uniform. it’s disgusting.

now add this protection to the fact that so many people are targeted for the way they look. like, black people are far more likely to be incarcerated before the court even reaches a verdict on their crimes. black people are more targeted for petty infractions like traffic and shit. there’s too much up to the discretion of the police. we see in this case that a person doesn’t even have to be breaking the law to be a victim of this police corruption. also if you think shoplifting is a reason to be beaten up by the police you need to reevaluate because hey one of the principles of effective corrections is that punishment remain proportional to the crime committed. you don’t have to be a lawyer to realize there are very few crimes that justify the stripping of someone’s humanity. and even then it’s in being monitored 24/7 and having your possessions seized. it’s not about receiving violence from people.

and yes, i get that the officer who hurt the man is now on leave but it’s still all so sour, isn’t it? is it because of the backlash or did they come to that decision out of their own morality? why did they need three big tall strong guys just to ask people gently to give up their seats? couldn’t the airline just have i don’t know, gone around asking others? (and yes, no one initially volunteered to give up their seats, i’m sure the situation might have changed if they saw some security officers ask them one on one). i don’t know it just sucks.

and this is all over united’s own mistake of overbooking the flight by 4 people. this man paid his money. he went through security and he was directed to his seat with his wife and he sat down. he spend a few hundred on this flight, and from what i see he was a doctor resuming work the next day. he had every reason to remain on that flight. now, a reasonable person would ask other people, maybe beg and negotiate that they offer up to four times the fare in situations like this, and to ask nicely if anyone had an extra day to spare if they’d be willing to give up a seat.

so here’s the thing too. there’s something new to this. i’m so used to being disgusted by seeing the footage and stories of other groups being victims. black people, indigenous people, latinx people, muslims, i’m horrified, i’m shocked, and my heart goes out to the people affected every time. but it’s been on a human level, not so familiar to me. this guy, he looks and sounds just like my uncles, heck, even my dad. he looks like the family doctor that used to give me sweets and speak in plain korean to my parents that i’m a sweet kid. this guy looks like the men at my church who sheepishly slipped me 50s when they found out i’ll be headed all the way across the country for university. there’s something so raw about that. and this guy got care and survived. how devastating must have it been for all of you crying about missing children and murdered sons. i’m ashamed to say it never fully clicked, really, until now. you can be mad, but that personal fear and grief is inexplicable.

anyways, my heart goes out to this man.

i have no sympathy for the police system. especially in the states, and i see that the whole situation’s becoming quite apocalyptic for you guys down there. freedom from undue force is protected in your constitution, and it’s violated every single goddamn day. it needs reform, police culture needs to change. and it’s fucking scary.

#literally a paying civilian #on a flight #mad doesn't begin to describe this #united airlines #this is like a diary entry #long post oops

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avalindin · 8 years ago

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Precious Cargo

Ronan/GotG fic

Chapter 8: Knowhere (wo)man

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Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

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Four months later…

The smell of concentrated brain stem no longer made her dizzy. She tightened the scarf to her head as more boxes came by. One hand secretly held her stomach from feeling sick as she touched each of the containers that stopped for her. Each day things got easier and she adapted to looking profession to the one that found her and saved her from the frigid space. With the wave of her hand, each was pushed along for the Collector to smile upon. The strange man stood tall, waiting behind the woman as she continued with her work.

“Impressive as always, my dear.”

“Don’t make me rip out your tongue, sir.”

Taneleer chuckled as he kept his hand to himself but his thoughts run wild about her. At least it gave him a distraction from all last of the repairs made to the stronger ceilings of the Arena since the explosion from the last Infinity Stone that was in possession. The only thing keeping him back from her was the accord around her finger that would present itself whenever he got close enough. Her hand stopped as she looked over her shoulder.

“Since when do you traffic unshackled refugees?”

“Since these are hard times that we live by. I do have a heart somewhere, you know.”

“There’s no more room here on this shit rock.”

“I do have enterprises elsewhere. Just say the word.”

“The word. All shipping containers are cleared.”

“Wonderful,” he beamed as he clapped his hands together.

The Collector followed his pale worker through the maze of his collection, seeing her exhausted by her powers. He proudly held out his arm to her for her to grab, smiling as her weakened hand clutched his suit jacket. She was taken but he enjoyed the moments with her when he could as she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes upon.

“Have you rethought my offer, young Harding?”

“I don’t want to be in one of your damn cages, sir.”

“I have no Kree or a grandfathered Inhuman for that matter.”

“I’m not sure I qualify for both, sir. I’m still human.”

“Nonsense. All the more reason to think over my offer. You would be paid handsomely.”

“Too bad for you, I could give a shit about money.”

“Give a shit,” he pondered, “not my taste but refreshing none the less. Have some tea before you go. I would hate to have you pass out from exhaustion in the sea of miners.”

Katja was too tired to try and fight with the man as she sat at the offered seat at his desk. He waved his hand as one of the greener skinned servant girls hurried off to please her master. Katja was lucky to only be a show dog to him.

“Ten more units per box. You are well over 5000 units, my dear. Shall I keep them for you? You have more than enough to occupy one of my spaces rather than that disheveled hostel on the ground level.”

“I have nothing worth stealing.”

“Only because they fear you.”

“Good,” she huffed as she accepted the sweetened tea, “I don’t enjoy being messed with.”

“Then why work as a barmaid? I would pay more should you want to be a hostess to my collection. The studies would be strenuous but the knowledge would be more that rewarding.”

Katja smiled and began to consider. She finished her tea in peace and departed with a few of her units as she made her way from the upper levels of the Arena. She moved through the walls and made her way past the waves of bodies that drank and bet with one another. She covered her face to not get the attention of the patrons.

She turned corners and alleys to avoid the children asking for spares, not that she didn’t like the children but to hide herself as she stumbled into the nearest wall and got sick. She missed her boots and wiped the spit from the back of her mouth as she tasted the sweet bitterness of her rejected tea. Her body was having a reaction to the skin vapers of Knowhere as her immune system was adapting to alien germs. All still so new for her to remember.

Katja pushed herself upright and continued her way back to the guarded housing used for the Collector’s more important workers. His personal servants roomed in the upper floors of the arena but Katja needed grit and something surreal to keep her moving forward.

She stopped at the forward gates and showed her face as the guards waved her forward. With each step, Katja could hear the slums behind her slowly start to quiet. She climbed the mountain of spiral stairs to the top level, the only thing she really wanted. She turned the knob of her rooms and used her weight to open the heavy wood. Katja hit the door a bit hard, scaring the other woman on the other side of the door.

“You scared me! Must you enter like a savage?”

“What’s the matter, babe? I thought my brute force was something you liked. Don’t know why you’re complaining now.”

The little woman’s angry face melted into a smile as she curled up on her seat, looking to Katja’s weak body trying to close the door.

“I do like it but I wish you were like a male.”

“Scratching and sniffing at myself like I’m a dog?”

Katja kicked the door closed and tossed her things into the second room. She grabbed the nearest bottle of recycled mist and rinsed out her mouth, leaving it clean.

“I think you’d just need to pick me up and throw me over your shoulder. I think about it a lot, not you but a man, claiming me and only me as his own. The growing need to draw blood almost to the surface.”

“It’s overated, Arda, believe me…”

Katja flopped down on her bed, feeling the artificial gravity hold her to the soft mattress. She wasn’t fast enough as the little A’askavariian jumped on her and straddled her lap with a chuckle.

“Then maybe you should show me what it feels like to be taken. Your husband…”

Katja was quick to reach up and yank Arda’s head back by her hair. She could feel her mate’s fingers thicken to small tentacles as she tried to counter the pain. Katja smiled and tilted the woman’s head enough to made her try and fight.

“Baby, don’t try and tease me like that. If I wanted, I could bounce you like a ball. It has been a while, you know…”

She tugged a little harder, making Arda’s fangs appear from her gums. Katja spun herself, landing on top of Arda to make her squirm. She let go, seeing the A’askavariian’s hand clutch the bed. She drew her teeth back in and forced her panting breaths to calm. Katja could sense the pulse beating from her companion’s neck. She was able to calm her with a kiss to her skin.

“Mercy,” huffed Arda as Katja smiled in victory.

“Fine, quitter. Where you off to now?”

“There’s a few miners from the other side of the being is treating me to Narros.”

“Be safe, trollop.”

“Always, my Katja.”

Katja stayed in bed, listening to the shuffle of feet on the floors below her. She missed the freight ship that she had lived on for the few months that she was in space. At once, she thought of Korath and Nebula and…

She stopped and turned to the wall as the fading overtunnel lights began to dim for the evening. She closed her eyes and saw Ronan looking to her plain as day. It broke her heart as his hand caressed the side of her face, touching her the way he would if he was still there. Her stomach turned, not in a sick way. Something was coming.

“Katja…”

She moaned, feeling his hands. They had to be his. They wrapped around her waist with one sneaking down to the front of her trousers. They were fitting, surprising her as his hand brushed against her skin. She lifted her leg to invite him in as he smiled from the huff of his breath.

“Wait for me.”

Katja woke, drenched with sweat as she raced to pry the clothes from her body. She gasped for breath, rolling from the weak mattress as her body hit the floor. Through her breaths, she sobbed into her hands. She pressed herself into the nearest wall and curled up into a ball to not feel the cold room around her. Katja missed Ronan and it didn’t matter if he did too, she knew she would never see him again.

Katja cleaned herself the best she could and hurried to the door so she could be the first out the front gate before the dirty wave of night dwellers came rushing back to ready themselves for the day. She kept her eye out for Arda as her paler friend came racing past the night crew. Katja waved to her friend, seeing a bit of a terrified look to her face. She wanted to stop but dodged the dingy swinging flesh reaching to stretch themselves out.

Katja continued on to the Arena and to the collection as she started her morning tasks of wiping and shining the many cages to keep herself busy. She stopped and wiped the sweat from her head as she realized half the day had gone by and Tanaleer hadn’t bothered her.

“He is dealing with another matter of site,” squeaked one of the female workers.

“Did he leave a note?”

“No, Miss. Not if someone destroyed one of his shipping routes. Lives were lost and priceless bits were as well. He was not happy.”

Katja had heard of the temper that laid below the eccentrics of her employer but it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been in a fight with someone with unstable emotions. Katja wrote a note for him, deciding to put herself to use elsewhere. There were always units to be made on Knowhere but she didn’t know how to operate heavy machinery and she wasn’t ready to open her legs to the miners.

Katja used the shaft ride down the Arena to change her clothes. She pulled off her scarf and jacket showing off the tunic she shredded into a halter to her benefit. She ran her fingers through her hair and twisted the mixed strands into the beautiful mess it was finally able to become. She tucked her clothes underneath her arm and sighed for her stomach to stop hurting her.

“Let’s get this night over with…”

The doors opened as most eyes went to her. They went for her wildly colored hair and the stern look that were never meant for them. There was also the many ink markings and the body that laid underneath that she never let anyone but Arda touch, sending gossip and jealousy to every single male that inhabited Knowhere.

She pushed her way through the drunken ones that tried to stop in front of her and they would always do what they could to make her scrap. Something to make the Collector’s favorite pet snap her jaws to them.

Katja made her way to one of the more free vibed taverns near the hostels so that she could leave whenever she wished now that she was on her own. She felt like she was spitting on her Nana’s grave by resorting to a waitress again but Katja swallowed her pride instead of alien dick. Better working on her feet than on her knees, she would tell herself. She rescued herself but not before the Collector did.

She was told that he was picking through ship debris that would normally get caught in the gravitation polarities on one of his other lesser sites. She had collapsed on the freezing floor, shaking as bits of the pod had iced over. She didn’t know any of the controls on the console but she also didn’t want to touch anything. Not out to not knowing but… she was done. Her heart was beating and the only thing she wanted in the world was for it to stop.

She saw Ronan’s eyes as the pod flew forward, leaving the ship behind. Time had gotten away from her as her fists pounded into the walls, denting them for what they were worth. She gave up after some time, wanting nothing but death. No sleep, no wishful thinking that Ronan would come for her. He had put her there in the first place. She willed the world to stop as she closed her eyes and let her thoughts comfort her from the growing cold.

She didn’t remember the lights disabling as the freighter pulled her pod into its bay. The warm air made her open her eyes. Katja didn’t move when shadows from outside the pod were cast over her and were gone in a second as a taller, bolder shadow looked in on her. He turned his head, possibly to her visible breath.

“She’s alive. Open the doors.”

The hiss of the pod doors stung her ears as the shadow stepped over her and laid on the floor next to her. Her eyes moved to his lips as they formed words but she couldn’t not hear him, all she could do was follow the black line down the middle of his bottom lip. He reached forward and touched her cheeks, spotted red from the days of crying. He tested her, touching her hand as the accord appeared.

A smile spread across his face as he pulled the shawl from his shoulders and wrapped it around her. The man lifted her from the cold floor and into the waiting ship as he refused to let her out of his sight.

“Sir, there is nothing else in the ship.”

Katja felt his eyes glued to her as he ignored his workers.

“No supplies? Someone wished death upon you, my dear.”

He set her down on an impossibly soft couch as he placed her head on his richly covered thigh. She looked to her hand and the back of the light couch as her accord began to glow. The glow spread down her arm, showing off the black ink to them. The man ran his fingers through her hair.

“The Kree seem to be losing their morals as well as their women. Such tragic beauty.”

It was unexpected. She heard voices in the back of her head, her natural instinct made her voice return.

“Sir, there’s something you should see. It’s of grave importance.”

“What is, my child?”

“We need you, sir. Please this way. Your occupation for useless trinkets to be vacant, pale ash.”

The man sighed in relief and kissed Katja’s fevered forehead as her skin began to turn blue.

“Thank you, child. I have never witnessed a Kree accusation before.”

She could feel the pulse in his arm steady as he reached for the weapon hidden in the shawl she was wrapped in. He hid it in time as one of the workers ran into the door alone. It was rather quiet.

“Sir! There’s something you should see. It’s of grave importance!”

“What is it? Where is everyone else?”

Katja could hear nothing but three heartbeats. The man felt no fear as he comforted her.

“We need you, sir. Please this w…”

The man turned his wrist up and shot the man’s neck as he cried out in pain. She heard a loud clang of a machete before the worker’s body hit the floor. There was no emotion from him but relief. The man remained on the couch with Katja’s head to his thigh as he continued to stroke her hair and acted as if nothing happened.

“Rest now. We’ll be moving along shortly…”

“Katja!”

She rolled her eyes and ate her fruit as fast as she could, turning from the alley where she would be alone.

“Is it one of Tanaleer’s,” she forced with a full mouth.

“Nope. Someone is asking for you.”

“They always ask. They can wait.”

She started at the main bar to serve however winked in her direction and tipped her too much. The catcalling was humiliating but there were times when she could fight back. They loved it. She moved to the empty tables spread out through the tavern, wiping what she could as she felt eyes on her. She smiled by accident but pushed it back. If they weren’t staring at her tattoos, they were staring at her bottom as she bent over the table to wipe it, storing the memory for a later time.

A slap on her ass made her stand straight as laughter surrounded her. She flung her towel on her shoulder and looked to two of the three tables in the far corner behind her. The two nearest were full of regulars just waiting to see what their little monkey would do. The third was hooded, showing no parts of his skin as his gloved hand balled into a fist and Katja knew, she knew she would not have to worry about him.

“Okay. Who was the lucky gentleman,” she asked as she placed her hands on her bun of hair, distracting the growling men as the bartender turned and rolled his eyes, “You’re only getting one chance. I’ll try and be good.”

Her eyes turned to the nearest man on her right as he shot to his feet with the biggest smile to his face.

“I heard you were marri…”

He was taking but surprise as Katja grabbed his arm and slammed the rather large man face first into his glass. His friend got to his foot as Katja kicked her foot up and knocked him back into his seat. A few of the men backed away from the table as the rest made a reach for her. Katja broke a bottle on the side of the wooden table and swung her arm to defend herself. One was cut on his arm as the last one held Katja by the throat. The hooded man pulled the man away, leaving the first man that touched her to reach for her. She reached for his arm again, forcing him down as she pushed his arm further, snapping it as he howled in pain.

Katja pushed him to the floor, ignoring the applause. She was instantly filled with anger and hurt as she felt a strong hand at her naked shoulder. She reached over her shoulder and hurled the hooded man to his back with a loud thud as she swung the nearest chair up and smashed it to pieces across his chest.

The crowd got their money’s worth as they ordered more and booed the other men from the floor. The owner came from behind the counter and pointed his weapon to the man, ready to call guards.

“What about this one, peach?”

Katja took a breath in and shook her head.

“Don’t bother with this one.”

“Really,” he asked, holstering his weapon, “What makes this one special?”

She pulled the glove from his left hand and showed off both of their glowing accords.

“It’s my fucking husband. Get the sutures, Hoss.”

The smiles turned to wonder as they looked to the man that ran his thumb over her knuckles. Katja nodded towards the other side of the tavern for a bit of privacy as he followed. She took the bandages and a bottle of something strong. She took a seat on the edge of the table and waited as he sat with his back to the wandering eyes.

Ronan pulled the hood from his face, showing the bleeding cuts and pale skin so similar to hers.

“Fuck, you’re hideous!”

It was a lie. His dark hair had gotten longer on top as it drifted to one side. The sides had been shaved and his eyes with beautiful and full of hope that he had found her. More than anything, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let him go. Still, the hurt that she felt kept her safe from her impulsiveness.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I patch you up. You don’t touch me. Then, you’ll have 100 words or less to explain yourself. When I reject your answer, you undo our marriage and you are fucking gone. You forget my face, you forget coming inside of me and you take your fucked up band of merry men and go. Deal?”

Ronan was quiet as he opened a sack at his feet. She wanted to cry as he pulled her bag out and dropped it next to her.

“The only thing keeping me from throwing you over my shoulder and reclaiming you for everyone to see is the same explanation.”

He snatched the bottle from Katja’s hand and took several gulps. He placed the bottle on the other side of her.

“Go on.”

Katja patched up Ronan as best she could and left with her bag without speaking a word to him. She knew all she was going to do was cry. The further she tried to walk away, the faster Ronan tried to catch up with her. She made the gates of the hostels, pointing to her face so they’d let her by. She could hear from the shuffle of boots as she stopped and met Ronan’s eyes.

“Katja!”

“Ma’am, do you know him?”

“Yeah, can’t you tell by the silent treatment?”

“Should we let him through?”

“How many bullets do you guys have?”

“Katja, you cannot be serious,” roared Ronan.

“You know, you’re the one that put in that pod and sent me off. Why are you are?”

“You are my wife…”

“Wrong answer.”

“You wanted me to talk and I’m ready but it’s not safe.”

“I thought I wanted to hear what you had to say but now I could honestly giv…”

She turned and vomited unexpectedly into the gutter next to her feet. Her sides ached as she sank to her knees and coughed harshly. She felt Ronan dive next to her despite the guards and rubbed at her back. Katja had wanted to push him away but him touching her eased her sickness. Ronan pushed her arms down and lifted her from her feet.

“Where is her quarters?”

The guards led the way for him as he kept his head down with Katja in his arms. Katja stayed silent and turned her head into Ronan’s chest, not knowing how much she missed him. Ronan stopped, looking around the dull dwelling as he met Arda’s eyes.

“Out,” he commanded her.

“You’re him. The husband.”

The guards looked to which would move first.

“What did you do to her? I’ll kill you…”

“Do not make me tell you again!”

Katja pushed herself out of Ronan’s arms before more got involved with their affairs. She waved the guards off, ensuring them that she could handle herself. Arda rushed to Katja feeling her head before Ronan could make a move.

“Are you sick again? Did you take something this time?”

“Get away from her.”

“Make me, Kree. I do not fear you.”

“I am her husband. Who are you to her?”

“Guys, chill the fuck out. Arda, this is my husband or he who will not be named. Bastard, this is my girlfriend.”

“You sought out companionship?!”

“Motherfucker! The moment you put me in that ship and hit eject, you lost all husbandly ordering privileges. Don’t snap at her!”

“Rigor has space for me. I’ll leave you, snip, only so that I don’t have to witness his death by your hands. I prayed that this would not happen so that I could have you.”

Katja was sad to see her friend’s lip tremble. She kissed her forehead and let her friend gather her things for the night. Ronan stood his ground and keeping his eyes to the shifty little A’askavariian that had touched his woman while he was gone. The young creature kept her tongue at bay as Katja disappeared into one of the smaller rooms of the dwelling.

He took a steady breath as the door slammed behind him, leaving him alone with Katja. The sound of water got his attention as he tried to follow her. Katja walked across the doorway to the sliding window as she spit out the mist and the left over vomit that had lingered in her mouth. She craned her neck, still seeing one of Tanaleer’s ships was gone.

“You can drop your stealth act now, Ronan. No one’s looking for you here.”

“There are those in these parts that do not favor Kree.”

“Shame, they favor me.”

“They have seen your skin?”

“Yeah.”

She turned, seeing Ronan waiting for her.

“What?”

“You have been here the whole time?”

“I was found in the later stages of hypothermia. It’s human talk for freezing to death. The Collector found me and he gave me employment. I’m his pretty little guard dog that sniffs out that bad things he may not have procured. You should be lucky that Arda got to me first or else I would have started fucking him.”

“Good for you. May I explain myself to you now?”

Katja sank to the edge of her metal cot and began to pry her boots off.

“Go on.”

Ronan took a seat across from her, to keep a safe distance.

“It started with those that held us captive. When I was an Accuser, I had slaughtered her wedded. You need to understand that my people had ways to live by.”

“Move it along.”

“You killed her but her soul remained on the ship. It is from powers that are possessed by someone I thought to be an ally. I betrayed him and now he is out for my blood. She possessed me and put you in the pod. I am truly sorry for what happened, Katja. I would never let any harm come to you.”

“What’s his name? Tanaleer will protect me. I don’t know about you.”

“Thanos. He is a titan and your collector will not be able to keep you safe. He has seen your face and knows that you are mine. He will make you wish for death.”

“So you fucked me over by letting me live and be your bitch?”

“My wife,” he corrected.

“Whatever,” she huffed.

Katja fell back to the bed as Ronan inched forward to her. Her eyes began to close from what he could feel was her exhaustion. Her body was growing weary from using her powers and not resting with him. It was a common mistake of the Kree to be without their married ones. He had searched, sleeping very little as he tried to search in the direction the pod had traveled. It was only when his scouting ship had gotten caught in a pocket of gravity that he saw bit of the pod floating yards from him.

He broke free of the pull and followed the trail to the Collector’s favorite haven, Knowhere. The heart in his chest thundered as he made port to the planet, knowing that his woman was within his reach. He stopped and turned to the bit of white that had rewrapped her scarf to her head to hide the brown and purple bits of hair.

He concealed himself, tuning everything out until he felt her in danger in the tavern. He was surprised when she flung him through the air and subdued him.

“Since when do you know how to combat?”

Katja lifted her head and rolled her eyes.

“The foster system and five years waitressing.”

“You should be fine with some rest.”

“Is it a married thing?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Sleep on the floor and don’t fucking touch me.”

“Am I to assume that you have not rejected my intentions?”

Katja sat up and hurled a spare blanket into Ronan’s face.

“Don’t make me call the fucking guards, Ronan. Go to sleep.”

He watched her push off her pants and bury herself under the many covers. Ronan stripped himself and moved as close as he could to the cot. If he couldn’t touch her, he would respect her wishes. He heard Katja, give in to her exhaustion as her heartbeat began to steady. He laid on his back and held up his arm. He willed himself back to his natural form, witnessing the paleness vanish as the lights from the window dimmed. He watched the softening rays settle on Katja’s back as he closed his eyes.

He was there but she couldn’t feel him. She tried to move

Katja jumped at the cold feeling at her back. She turned on her bed, feeling it had grown with Ronan sleeping on the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down to him. She made her hand hover over his blue face, seeing his head turn in whatever direction she moved her hand. She was used to the hurt but what hurt her was the truth. The lies were always so constant that she welcomed them instead of the real thing and it turned to her as she tried to moved back to the bed. Her instincts needed to feel him again, any and every part, no matter how.

He had a past and he was trying to make it up to her. She could understand that. Katja poked Ronan’s arm with her finger as she tried to wake him. She nudged him harder and harder until her hand slapped at his chest, doing nothing to him as he slept soundly. Katja reached for her boot and dropped it on Ronan’s neck as he jumped from his skin and pulled the knife hidden in his clothes.

He turned meeting Katja’s eyes.

“Sorry. I tried to wake you. I don’t remember you sleeping so soundly.”

“I have not been able to rest properly without you with me.”

She tried to smile as she cupped the side of his face, making him turn his head into her touch. He inhaled her skin, trying to remain calm as he stayed to the floor.

“Come on. We both need to sleep.”

Ronan left his things on the floor and moved into the bed with Katja. He wanted so much, his thoughts were of nothing but her. Every bit of him ached for her and he could feel the same for her. If he hadn’t needed to her so much, he would have pinned her to the nearest wall and claimed her until she screamed his name.

He felt his weakened body crushed by Katja’s arms as she wrapped them around his neck. Her whole body trembled as she was overtaken with emotion.

“Please, don’t cry,” he whispered.

Katja ignored him and squeezed him tighter, easing her stomach as she buried her nose into his hair. Ronan was silent and held his woman, trying to sift through his thoughts to how he would be able to keep her safe with Thanos still alive and out for his blood.

Her arms ached. One of them had to be asleep from reaching behind her to grab Ronan. His arms were safely wrapped around to ensure her that she wasn’t going to let go. She turned in his arms, facing him as she knew he was just waking. His hand rested at her side as she felt him smile.

“Good morning, Mrya.”

“You too, Msra.”

He chuckled, turning slowly to his back as Katja followed.

“You indulge in my tongue now?”

“Not as much as I wish for you to.”

Katja swung her leg over Ronan’s lap and sat in his stomach as she looked down to him. His skin was smooth under her finger tips. She leaned down to him, kissing him before he had time to think as his hands held her close. He could feel the heart thunder in his chest and the ink resurface in his skin as it tingled in his arm.

Katja couldn’t stop as her lips stayed pressed to his. It had been so long that it hurt every bit of her and she needed more. She was slow, kissing at the long column of his neck to his chest as he tried to grab ahold of her.

“How much did you miss me, Ronan,” she whispered into his navel.

“I was nearly blind to the life surround me without your touch.”

“Were you telling the truth about being pure?”

“You feel guilt for taking another?”

“Well, she’s a chick so I’m not sure it really matters but if it makes you feel you better I didn’t fuck any of the guys.”

A smile speed across his face, showing off his spotless, dark teeth to her. He was mesmerized by her as her fingers hooked in the loops of his trousers and pulled down the fabric.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll feel,” she smiled as she yanked to trousers to around his knees.

His erection sprang towards her waiting hand as he hissed through his teeth. Her grip was stronger than she remembered as she twisted her wrist, looking to the ripples in his chest as he drew in breath after breath. She arched herself down and dart out her tongue, tracing the base of his cock to the tip as she tasted him for the first time. Ronan tensed underneath her, feeling the foreign tingle in his cock as he felt her tongue.

Katja moaned, wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking as her husband’s moans filled her ears. Ronan used every bit of strength to keep himself in place as he watched his terrian suck on his cock with growing vigor. He eased himself back on the bed as his hips moved on their own. The feel of her mouth was too much for words. He laced his fingers into her colored hair and guided her deeper and deeper on his cock as she bobbed her head freely.

His eyes sealed shut as he drew nearer to his release. The thought of her swallowing his seed made him smile but he wished for it to be in her womb as she screamed his name. He pulled her off his cock, leaving him wet as he was about to throw her to the bed if it wasn’t for the sick look on her face.

Katja turned and ran for the washroom with Ronan close behind her as he pushed himself back into his trousers. She braced herself on the sink as her weak arms gave in underneath her. Ronan caught her before she could fall and held her close to his chest. He felt her forehead, feeling it warm again as he reached for the shower. Under his hand, Ronan could feel her stomach rippling, perhaps in pain as Katja moaned.

“Shh,” he whispered as he turned on the ceiling spouts in the corner.

Katja tried to speak but stopped as she covered her mouth. Ronan turned her in his arms and set them on the cold, clean floor as the water fell in hot streams. He settled Katja on his lap and helped spread the water on her skin. He cradled her, whispering in her ear as he willed her to heal herself. He didn’t know how long they stayed under the nearly scolding water as Katja finally lifted her head to Ronan and brushed the wet dark locks from his face.

“I guess I have to take you back with me.”

“I can’t just leave. I’m in debt to the Collector.”

“Then I will stay with you for as long as it takes. I will not draw attention to violence.”

She turned her head into his neck for his scent as the water remained trickling down her clothes. She still needed him. Katja had no idea what would happen now that she was in Ronan’s arms.

“Where is everyone? Nebula and Korath? Where’s the ship?”

“Safe as you are now.”

She could feel him harder in his trousers. She wanted to ease him and herself. There was something carnal lingering in her bones or it could have been him but it didn’t matter as long as she did something about it.

“Ronan, what’s happening to me?”

She turned on his lap, him feeling the heat from between her legs as it drew him in. He licked his lips and tried not to sound so pleased as he opened his mouth.

“You could be going into fervor. You are new to my kind and with months apart, it could be wreaking havoc on your body.”

“Is that the change that you were talking about?”

“Indeed. Your mind and your body are asking for contact. Procreate. To mate but I will do my best to try and leave you in a few pieces.”

“Where’s the fun in that,” she grinned as she reached for the hem of her drenched halter.

Ronan was faster as he peeled the fabric from her skin and kissed at her chest. A simple flick of his tongue to her nipple sent a chill to her spine as her sides cramped in a non-painful way. Ronan took notice as his hands formed to her skin.

“You feel everything, you will and I will be here should you lose control. I could wrap my lips to your peaks and send you into a catatonic state if it’d please me but you need more as it seems.”

He reached under Katja to free himself and helped her down his cock with the cloth from her undergarments pushing to the side. Katja’s eyes shut as she sank slowly on Ronan’s cock, making him moan from the tightness he was so fond of. He braced both feet on the wet floor, holding his woman as he guided her, wanting her to take control of her truer Kree instincts.

He pulled Katja forward, holding her close as she dug her nails into his back. He held her close with one hand and lifted them from the wet floor. He never measured the value of his strength as he pressed her to the bed and ripped away whatever clothes was left to their bodies. The room was darker than Ronan remembered as Katja’s eyes glowed up to him. Ronan could tell how thin the wall around her were and would make himself proud to the moans that poured from his woman’s mouth.

Katja’s writhed underneath him as he did everything in his power to mark her. His tongue, his panting breath, his teeth that would be there in the morning. He could never leave her, no matter what was coming but that was what scared him…

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