#Am I A Boop Master Now Is This How It Works

[blueberry-mufffinz]

LETS GOOOO!!

10 THOUSAND BOOPS!!!!

FUCK YEAH

[theotherbuckley]

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a thousand ways to call you mine Bucktommy | 14.2K | E

Buck thinks he could happily live off this; trading breaths through gentle presses of their lips. It’s everything Buck wants. And Tommy kisses him back so softly, like Buck is something to be cherished. Then, after a few extra chaste kisses to his mouth, Buck pulls back and smiles, a cheeky grin growing on his face as he remembers what started this. “Now I have to come up with a name for you,” he announces. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Tommy replies, unaware of what he’s just gotten himself into.

(Or a 10+1 fic where Buck tries to find the perfect pet name to call his boyfriend)

Cow Eyes Buddie | 2.2K | G

Buck gets the call on a Saturday. He’s sat at the kitchen table, delving into some strange corner of the internet where he’s apparently discovered that seahorses hold each others' tails when they swim and that cows have best friends and that Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes remind him of cow eyes and maybe if they were cows then they’d still be best friends— And then he gets the call. His phone starts ringing just as he’s learning about polar bears giving each other nose boops. He reaches out and grabs the phone off the counter, still so lost in his deep dive that he doesn’t even check the number that’s calling. “Hello?” “Is this Evan Buckley?” A professional-sounding woman answers. It’s then that Buck promptly forgets whatever facts he just learnt and instead feels a familiar ache creeping its way into his chest. “That’s, uh— that’s me,” he manages to get out. “You’re listed as Eddie Diaz’ emergency contact, is that right?”

(Or the 'Eddie's in hospital and Buck tries not to break down' fic except its actually just a cute silly little fic)

i thought it would be me Bucktommy | T | 3.7K

Buck really thought he would be the one to get hurt first. He’s pretty sure the universe is out to get him, and he’s had a near-death experience every other year, so he really expected he’d be the one in the hospital. He should have known his bad luck would lead to Tommy being in that position instead—because that hurts more.

(Or Tommy's in hospital, Buck worries, and a nurse won't let him see him)

Tripped and Fell Buddie | E | 5.8K | PWP

“Buck?” Comes Eddie’s voice from the hall.  Oh fuck. Buck really should have paid attention to the clock. Before Buck can think about how to get himself out of this one, Eddie appears in the doorway. Buck sees his eyes darken and the way he clenches his jaw.  “Buck.” Eddie’s voice is so neutral and controlled. Oh, Buck has royally fucked up.  “I— um.” Buck swallows, his mouth awfully dry as he tries to come up with some explanation for his insubordination. He could say it was an accident. He, uh, tripped? He can see Eddie already tenting in his trousers, so he can’t be in too much trouble, right? “Did I say to stop?” Eddie questions.

(Or the boys get a new dildo, and Buck can't wait to use it, literally. Eddie comes home and deals with his misbehaviour.)

running from myself (and the memories of you) Buddie | 12K | T

He wants to tell Eddie everything, he wants to tell him that he’s struggling, that he can’t sleep without being plagued with nightmare after nightmare. He wants to tell him that the worst ones are when Eddie’s lying on the road reaching out towards him and he’s just stuck watching, when he can taste Eddie’s blood on his tongue, feel it splattered across his face. He wants to tell him that when he wakes up the blood is still there, so he throws up in the toilet until the taste of copper is forced out of his mouth and he washes his face 10 times until he’s sure there’s not a drop of blood left. He just wants to tell him a random fact that he found out at 3 am when he went down the rabbit hole starting with the world's tallest skyscrapers and ending with the knowledge that most elevator close door buttons don’t actually work. But now he looks at Eddie and he just can’t help but think that he’s being a burden, that Eddie got shot and shouldn’t have to deal with him too. So instead, he runs.

(Or Buck has years of unresolved trauma and can't sleep, so he tries to literally outrun his demons instead. Luckily Eddie is there to pick up the pieces when he finally breaks.)

I'll Take Care of You Buddie | 5.1K | T

Eddie squints up at him, looking him up and down. “Are you okay? Is your leg okay?” Eddie always did see right through him. Dejected, Buck slumps against the wall, letting a small sob leave his mouth before he palms at his eyes. He shakes his head. “‘S not good,” he practically whimpers.

(Or Buck has chronic pain after the bombing, Eddie takes care of him, and it's actually super sweet and sappy because these boys are hopelessly in love)

Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC bucktommy | 4.5K | T

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his voice deep and gravelly. If it were any other day, Buck would find that incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he isn’t able to enjoy it. Now that he’s aware of the pain in his leg, it only seems to get worse. His leg throbs; it feels like his bones are trying to bully their way out of his flesh. He clenches his eyes shut as he wills the wildfire that burns through his limb to calm down.  “‘M fine,” he gets out through a clenched jaw. Tommy squints at him, tilting his head to the side. “Evan,” he repeats in a way that Buck knows means he doesn’t believe him for a second.

(or Buck wakes up with a chronic pain flare-up the morning after, and Tommy takes care of him)

Be My Valentine? Or Something? Buddie | 5.8K | G

What to write? Should he be cliche? Ask him to be his Valentine? Or should it be more personal, more intimate? Agh, this was harder than he thought. His sister would tell him to ‘speak from the heart’, whatever that means, so he picks up the pen and writes: Eddie, Your smile makes my heart beat a little faster, and your eyes remind me of big cow eyes, but in like a good way. Love, EB P.S your hair is very floofy, pleaseee don’t cut it <3 There, he thinks, Eddie will know it was him without embarrassing anyone. Perfect. (Spoiler alert: Eddie does not know it was from him)

(Or a High School Valentine's Day AU featuring our favourite boys being dorks and falling in love)

Because You're Exhausting 10K | M | Please read tags and warnings in the notes

Because every day after he woke up still in pain, and he couldn’t even tell his own family (because what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore? what if they don’t let me?). And then he’s hugging Eddie and they’re welcoming him home and maybe, just maybe, for a second he believes that it won’t be so bad. Because then he was choking on his own blood staring into Bobby’s eyes thinking this is it, isn’t it? And then he woke up because damn, he always wakes up and somehow that’s always worse. And he wants to laugh at himself because how did he think, even for a moment, that anything would ever be ok? Because then he was on blood thinners and they wouldn’t let him home, and he just wanted to go home (what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore?) Because then the lawsuit happened and he just lost everything all over again. Because “You’re exhausting.”

(Or Buck's always been sad but it's post lawsuit, and Buck just can't handle it anymore)

I'm Not Going Anywhere bucktommy | 1.4K | G

The first time Evan spends the night over, Tommy panics. He panics when he wakes up in the morning, sun seeping through the gaps of the blinds. He expects to wake to a warm body wrapped around his front, Evan drooling onto his chest adorably, the way he was positioned when they went to sleep. Instead, he wakes up cold.

(Or Tommy thinks Evan doesn't want to stick around, Evan proves him wrong.)

you don't need to ask, i'll come running Buddie | 1.6K | G

Buck never thought he’d be afraid of thunder and lightning, he thought being scared was for kids and dogs startled by the loud noise. He didn’t think he could possibly be scared of a little rain. And he’s not. He’s not. Buck is not scared of thunder or lightning— okay maybe he can admit he’s a little bit scared of lightning. But Buck should definitely not be scared when he is sitting at home in the safety of his bed whilst the rain hammers down outside. He should not jump every time the sky crackles and lights up his loft. He shouldn’t be scared, but, quite frankly, he is.

(Or post-lightning strike Buck is at home during a storm, Chris thinks Buck needs a hug and Eddie thinks maybe a kiss or two, too.)

Darling, you look perfect bucktommy | 2.6K | G

Tommy just hums in agreement, continuing to sway their bodies. They let the gentle melody of the music fill the house, dancing together softly, simply content to stay close to each other, letting their bodies speak. They breathe each other in, Buck indulging in the warmth of Tommy wrapped around him as he’s guided gracefully along with the music. Tommy pulls back slightly, stepping to the side before raising his hand that’s holding Buck’s and spinning him. A short laugh escapes Buck’s mouth when he returns in front of Tommy who just smiles at him so brightly.

(Or Buck wakes up at Tommy's the morning after the wedding, Tommy cooks breakfast, and then they dance in the living room (aka it's really soft and fluffy))

[saltysideblog]

Trust <3

Tek Knight x OC Drabble

Summary: Part one of two The falling in.

Warnings: None, besides Suggestive Themes (and implied BDSM)

OC featured: Lovebug, an empath!

Part two

divider by: @ plutism

When Tek Knight first tells Lovebug about the Tek Cave, she'd been working for him about a week and he so badly wants to get in her pants. She's a fucking tease. So after a few glasses of wine, he gives her the grand tour and at the end, he hands her a blindfold and some rope,

"As a show of good faith", he makes sure to close her hands over the items, "I am letting you", he pulls out a chair, scraping it across the floor and sitting down on it, "do whatever you want to me." He slaps his thighs for good measure.

He's looking up at her, quite clearly drunk (but then again... so is she) eyes half-lidded as she stands between his legs. She laughs at him and he laughs too, hands still planted firmly on his thighs. She looks at the items in her hands and chuckles again nervously, "This is ridiculous."

"It's not a test", he answers the question she didn't want to ask. He settles more comfortably in his seat, "Trust, Lovebug, is a two way street. How can we trust each other...", his face is flush from the wine, splitting out into a big grin, "...if we don't trust each other?"

She giggles. Very well... she'll play his little control game. She wiggles her shoulders a bit, "Anything I want?"

"Anything", he gestures broadly, "you want."

She bites her lip and there's mischief in her eyes and he's already on cloud nine. She blindfolds him, loosely tying his hands behind his back and stepping away to admire her handiwork. He looks eager, even with the blindfold. She boops his nose and gives him his instructions, "Don't move", she boops him again, "until I say so, 'kay? Be right back."

She turns off the lights in the Cave and heads upstairs to watch a movie on his giant TV.

She falls asleep and accidentally leaves him overnight. In the morning, she asks Thomas if Master Knight left early or if, like her, he was still hungover... he hadn't seen him since last night. She knocks on his bedroom door and there's no response. She goes to his office and he isn't there....

She decides to check the Tek Cave and when she turns on the lights, she finds him slumped in the chair, blindfolded, bound...

"You're still here?!"

She doesn't believe it at first. It was a prank, his way of getting back at her for being a tease, short of firing her. He's going to rip off the blindfold any second now and shout gotcha... except he doesn't. His voice is a bit hoarse, "You told me to."

She's embarrassed, "Yeah, but I didn't...", she looks at him still sitting there and moves over to free him from his binds, "... I didn't mean it, I didn't even make knots...", the rope comes undone with barely any effort. He could've gotten up at any time. She's back between his legs, pulling the blindfold up, shaking her head when their eyes met, "I didn't mean it."

"I did."

Her face gets warm. Her hands fall to his shoulders and he allows himself to touch her. Gentle hands on her hips pull her in closer, "I trust you, Bug."

As she starts to pull away, he turns his head to kiss her wrist, watching her carefully, feeling her pulse quicken. It makes him hard. "Do you trust me?"

She's breathless, but still playful, "Not even...", she moves to straddle his lap, "...a little bit."

[jamesxdarmody]

Kissing Booth ¬ Beth and Jimmy @wheelingstars

The true reenactement of an iconic Dirty Dancing scene and a knight's kiss for a little distraction of a pot of gold prize.

James Darmody Jimmy found the idea hilarious. He had been observing the entertainement for a bit now and decided to give a try. Why he went to Beth ? Probably because he felt like she too needed hugs even though she was running that booth with the two others. " Well hello there Betty boop , didn't know you would take that nick name to heart" he laughed.

Beth Young He always got laughs from Beth, it seemed. She gave him a brief model pose, her best attempt at coquette. "What can I say? You inspired me, Jimmy.Planning to deliver nicknames and joy to Fleet and Val, too?"

James Darmody "Eeeeeh depends how busy they get with the arrival of people and how much work I have. Some people do work you know? "

Beth Young A hand to her heart and Beth gasped. "What are we implying, sir?" Although it did remind her. "Thank you again, for the cart. I may put a real request in for you soon."

James Darmody "Implying, I cannot just hold my hands out and hug everyone , but everyone is free to jump on me for hugs, I 'm very huggable, you should try. "

Beth Young Her teeth flashed in a grin, and Beth happily came around from behind the booth, standing akimbo. "The trick is the approach, see? Do you recommend a running jump or will a start from standing suffice?"

James Darmody "Do yourself a favor and do it the way you would like it …I'm going to uno reverse this and just take it. " he stated and just prepared himself for impact. "Run and Jump like in dirty Dancing, have the time of your life Betsy " 6 mars 2024

Beth Young Absolutely delighted, Beth did as encouraged. "I am warning you now, James Darmody - I am not a dancer." From several steps back, Beth quickly pulled her hair back. "You're going to have to do most of the lifting." At a run, committed to the silliness, Beth indeed did her best Baby impression.

James Darmody The man couldn't help but hum the song while she was coming at him. He put his hands on her hips and lifted her up, it was not really graceful because even though it looked easy, it took a lot of muscle work to keep it clean. After a few seconds he swung her around to then catch her koala style in his arms. "Never doubt my ability of lifting, that's how Nicki mastered planking , but shhh"

Beth Young She tried so hard to hold the pose, but was grateful she he dropped her into a swing so she could laugh freely. "Lips firmly sealed." [16:32] The deal was a hug, so Beth wound around him and clung. Her dad had called her a limpit when she was little, and it seemed she still had that instinct. Easy enough with a sturdy form like Jimmy's. "I'll be sure not to doubt you in future."

James Darmody "Good good. " He put the woman back down. " Now I need a favor , or more a deal sealed with a kiss, cause that's what kissing booths are for. " he stated. " You know who you matched me with, I need you to keep this person busy and out of side of - " he pointed a part of town so if someone was listening, that someone being Val, she would not hear it. "there. Do you agree to this mission , Miss Young? "

Beth Young Her eyes narrowed, and Beth stood akimbo. Her drawl thickened while she mocked offense. "Mister Darmody, was all this to butter me up for a favor?" Beth crossed her arms, looking in the direction he indicated. "I am… inclined to help in the spirit of the event." Beth held her stern look a moment longer, and then softened. "Next time maybe just ask without the pretense."

James Darmody Jimmy was the one to gasp now. "I would NEVER. The hug had nothing to do with this, but I figured I would just put a word to hide the surprise from her so she gets the surprise. " He narrowed his eyes and bent forward. "Unless you don't want to kiss me."

Beth Young She remained still several moments longer, holding the tension. When her shoulders relaxed, Beth smiled. "Honey, the Kissing Booth is about what you want. If that's a kiss, I'm not about to get bristly. They'd kick me directly off the Leprechaun Committee." Looking him over, Beth hesitated again. She knew about his lost family, the rings he still wore. It'd be better to let him choose. "You just tell me where, Jimmy."

James Darmody He thought about it for a second , then knelt a bit to be smaller than her. "Bless me with a kiss on the forehead, that's something I do, but that I rarely receive. "

Beth Young Oh, it twisted at her heart to hear that, to see him try to be smaller for her. Beth refused to show anything but a smile, however. "As you wish."Her hands cupped his face gently, respectfully, to deliver on the request. Directly centered on his forehead, Beth pressed a kiss, held for several heartbeats before withdrawing. "There we are, sir. Now, the sordid matter of when I'm meant to be distracting your target?" 8 mars 2024

James Darmody Jimmy smiled and closed his eyes at the kiss. He felt at peace for a moment and let memories flood him for the duration of his request. He stood up and looked up , hands on his hips. " Let's see… Probably saturday."

Beth Young "Saturday," she mused. "I'll be working in the morning, but I'll can get you an hour or two in the afternoon." She paused, watching Jimmy with an appraising eye. "This better not get me in her bad books, Jimmy." She didn't really think he'd do anything alarming, but Beth so rarely got to tease the man, she had to seize the chance

James Darmody "Naaah, don't worry, I want it to be a surprise, and keeping things secret here, is just as difficult as not watching Trash Tv ….god I miss trash tv … I still wonder if Stephanie picked George or not…. " his thoughts trailed off.

[thenewfuture]

Touko, again with this?

We’ve been over this, Kebi has helped us out multiple times today! Will you quit suspecting him already?!

Don’t be dumb, Komaru. There’s still a lot more we don’t know about this thing. And I won’t lower my guard until I get all the answers I need...!

So tell us something, “Kebi”, i-if that is your real name: why were thrown out? Where is Monaca? What do you know?

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*Kwuuwiirrr...*

*Fwwoooonnn...*

Huh?!

TH-this is...!

*Kebi’s eyes glow blue and displays a projection. The projection is in the shape of a square, and is listed a year before the attack on Towa City...*

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*The screen is dark, but a similar voice can be heard on it...*

???: Okay, let’s seeeeee.....aaaaand turn on!

*The screen now shows a room befiiting a child, it looks to be from Kebi’s point of view, then someone appears on it*

Aha! It worked!

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Monaca...

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Hellooooooo!~ My name is Monaca, and I am your master. Your creator.

Kebi: Oowwooohh?

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmmm. You seem to be responding well to voices, and curious to your surroundings, as expected.

This is mainly a test run, we’ll experiment a bunch and see how you react to certain stimulations and tasks just to make sure you’re working properly. Do you understand?

Kebi: ...........

*tumble* *It seems Kebi has rolled upside down*

Heeeheehee!~ You really are cute! Like the character from Monaca’s favorite game!

I should give you a name, huh? Uuuuuummmmmmmmm.......

Names were neevr Monaca’ strong suit, so we’ll just skip that for now and get to later...eventually....

*zzzzzzzzrrrrttttt*

*The screen goes to black...*

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Kebi......

.....?

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*Another recording comes up, this one dated a few days after the first one*

Fuel substitute experiment number one.

Okay! Eat that garbage.

Kebi: Blllaaarrgghh!

*Kebi aimed towards a pile of garbage bags, and uses his tongues to devour it*

All right. Now spit in this plane

Kebi: Blaaarrgghhh.

*Kebi spits his usual slime into a toy plane using a cone...*

*Whoosh!* *She throws it, and it starts flying perfectly on its own*

Yes! It works! You did it! Monaca is so happy! *She hugs him*

Kebi: Eeeehhh...bluurrgghh.

EWWWWWWWW!!! You got your slime barf on me!

Kebi: ...?

Bad, bad! Turn off!

*Zwoop!*

*The screen goes black again...*

*Another recording comes up...*

Monaca is sorry about the other day. You were just doing as you were told and got really happy about, that’s all.

Still doesn’t make it any less gross....

Kebi: ...................

Tell you what, let’s experiment again today, okay? Would you like that?

Kebi: *nods*

Perfect! Boop!

*Crash, bang, bam, bang, bang*

*Kebi is pushed down a flight of stairs* *A moment later, he walks back up it as if nothing happened*

Woooow! You don’t show any anger or resentment towards your creator! That’s impressive loyalty there. Waaaay better than Monaca’s classmates.

Let’s see how far we can push this. Boop!

*Kebi is once again pushed down the stairs again*

*Zzzzzrrttt!* *The screen goes black...*

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*Another recording plays...*

???: Aaaaaaaahhh! What is that?!

???: It’s so freaky looking!

Kebi: Awwwoooh?

Monaca: Hey! What are you doing here!?

You’re not supposed to follow me to school! Bad, very bad!

Teacher: This is your....toy, Monaca?

Yes. Monaca’s so, so sorry. Can you forgive Monaca, pweeeeeaaase?

Teacher: Hmmmm....it hasn’t done anything bad per se, but I will have to inform your father about this

I understand, I suppose it can’t be helped.

As for you, turn off!

*Zzzzzrrrtttt!* *The screen goes black...*

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*Another recording plays...*

Haiji: You should be grateful we even let you anywhere near our robotics department. What happens if our reputation goes down because of it!?

Big brother! You’re turning this into a much bigger deal than it actually is! Can’t you just forgive Monaca?

Haiji: You are NOT my little sister! So stop calling me that, you brat!

Ow, ow owwww! Y-You’re pulling my hair rougher than usual!

Kebi: !!!

Toukichi: Now Monaca, this is what happens when you get out of line. Just accept your punsihment and everything will be-Hmm?

Kebi: Grrrrr!

Toukichi: Wh-what is that?!

Haiji: Oh, is this that damn little toy of yours that got you in trouble at school today? Pretty ugly, just like it’s creator!

Kebi: Rrrrrrr! Raaaggghh!

Haiji: Agh! Wh-what the fuck!?

*Kebi jumps at Haiji’s face and starts attacking*

Oh wow! It has an innate desire to protect its creator. I didn’t anticipate that.

Toukichi: M-Monaca! You shut that thing off this instant, or else you’ll be in even more trouble!

OW OW OW OWW OWWWW! P-papa, please!

Kebi: Grrrrrr!

No, no, no! Turn off!

*Zzzzzrrrtttt!* *The screen goes black...*

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*Another recording plays...*

You know, I talked to Big Sis Junko today, and we came to an agreement.

I tried really, I tried to advocate for your to be the face of the robots that she uses in her plans, but......eh it’s just not working out.

With the way the Monokumas are coming along, much more easier to produce and their efficiency, there really is really no room for you in this plan. And with the electric cars, no one really needs a fuel substitute anymore. It’s just not working out anymore...

Kebi: ...................

*Kebi grabbed a few balls and starts juggling*

Meh, see even that’s getting old. You’re not as cute as when I first thought of you.

It’s not me, it’s you. I’m really sorry. Turn off.

*Zzzzzzrrrttt*

*The recordings come at a pace...*

Now we just have to-

Huh? Did you turn yourself on again? How annoying. Turn off!

*Zzzzrrtttt!*

Urrrgh! Go away. Turn off!

*Zzzzzrrttt!*

Turn! Off!

*Zzzzzrrtttt!*

I HATE YOU! WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AST THAT! TURN! OFF!

*Zzzzzzzrrrtttt!*

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*This next recording is dated a day before the attack on Towa City...*

Hmmmm...welp, you sure are persistent...

I try and try again to get rid if you, but you just keep on coming back.

Kebi: ..............

Since you’re so committed; we’re going to play one more game!

The game is: you stay here in this room, and don’t move from this stop until I come get you okay?

If you do this, I’ll give you a biiiiiiiiiig reward! Sounds good?

Kebi: .................

Ah ah ah, no no no! Don’t go to your charging pad. Stay right there, on that spot!

It’s an order from your creator, and you don’t want to disappoint an order from your creator, riiiiiiiight?!~

Kebi: .................... *nods*

Yaaaaaaay!~ Okay, stay right there, I’ll be back!

*close!*

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*The recordning fast forwards....as hours pass....then days.....then months....*

{LOW BATTERY! LOW BATTERY!} {POWER OFF!}

*Beeeoooopppp....*

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*The next recording is dated yesterday...*

{EMERGENCY BACK UP POWER ON!}

*creeeeaaak*

............

......?

Monaca: Yeah just throw everything out in there. I don’t want it anyway, it’s no good to me.

.........

{EMERGENCY POWER LOW! SHUTTING DOWN!}

*Beeeeeoooooopppp!*

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*Zrrrrtttt!*

*One last recording plays, dated....today...*

Touko: Oh well, too bad. Looks like we better leave while-

*whir* *whirrrrrr* *zoooooop!*

Touko: O-Oh shit!

Komaru: Ah!

Kebi: .................

Um, uh....hello.....

*Zwooop!* *The projections turn off*

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[gerudospiriit]

[catch me liveblogging the final battle and shit under the cut tho aljdf]

[I wish I were livestreaming this fight rn but this is the best I got alsjkdfkjaf:

oh boo i have to fight dehydrated Gan--nevermind. how you doing, Gan? 😏 have a nice rest? you probably really should have rehydrated sooner to get used to having you know...a not corpse body by lets gooooooooooo.

plan of attack: wail on him and try to figure out his moveset. so far, it's kind of working 🤣

oh fuck he can do the witch time thing too fuck. but it's good you can dodge out of it.

it's really cool that he's a master of all three types of weapons like link. that's neat and terrifying.

you can't flip out of the flurry rush liek me that means im better than you lol

now it's demise's turn i see

now you brought in reinforcements. BUT MINE ARE BACK TOO ASSHOLE HAAAAAA

glad you're enjoying this as much as me man. this fight is pretty legit fun.

wow those were my pals how dare you. and don't taunt/beckon me like that unless you plan on a different kind of battle somewhere more comfortable ok

wow man was not just glooming my hearts but also stealing my hearts wow. that was pretty tough

oh is he gonna eat it. is this what got spoiled. oh shiiiit

gandragoooooonnn

oh is he just gonna look like calamity ganon ish? laaaame

oh i got eated. shit.

is zelda dragon gonna come save me?

ah nabs is hurting again good. great. her feels.

oh there we go. now we got dragon ganondorf

yeah theres zelda dragon gonna boop his nose. or catch me. preesh

imagine if they all just ate their stones. what a battle man

zelda. zelda plz. catch meeeeee. :'D in all seriousness tho this is a neato fight too like daaaaamn. jumping off dragons and shit? fuck yeh.

so does this mean zelda didn't lose herself? called that one. She's always special girl haha

okay but i really feel like ganondorf is just making the same mistake as jafar here, like esp in kingdom hearts since video game comparison. so far, this fight is so much easier, and part of that is because he can't really touch me.

skyward sword prepared me for these midair fights and sky diving.

oh that blood moon is a nice touch wow

where am i going? his head? jump straight in his mouth, got it. (jk i see the glowing weak point lmao)

rip ganondorf again

another head stab nice

catche meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. thnks

this is how you do a final battle fuck. botw was so lackluster in comparison. THIS is memorable holy shit

A NUKE???

is link gonna go the way of goku at the end of gt? fly away on zelda's back?

rauru???? wait my clothes? where tf

oh we returning zelda back? oh rauru and sonia? wow

idk im gonna miss dragon zelda man. but she's baaaack. i knew it would happen but yaaaay

ey links arm is normal. and aw that's sweet. rauru and sonia leave together

gotta catch zelda now oh shiiit

OMG THE REACH TO MIRROR THE BEGINNING I GOT CHILLS AAAAH

im glad you understand cuz i don't. so did rauru and sonia like...keep her from losing herself? the warm loving embrace thing? or was that just want brought her back. the three of them together? their love and all that?

aklsjdf athat was honestly so good. liek im so glad they did amillion times better with totk than botw. *chef's kiss* im still confused af on a lot of things and might makes some more comprehensive posts about shit later, but this was a solid game outside of causing confusion lore 😭😭

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When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity <3

oh my gosh this is so cute!! Sorry to whoever sent me this - I never get messages so I never check my notifications cause they are usually just like "so-and-so liked your post" which is nice but I can't act on those so I usually tend to ignore.

Ok, 5 things that make me happy. Hmmm.... Happy........ Man she sounds great I can't say I know her though haha (I joke).

1. My dog!! He literally means the world to me and I would not be being dramatic if I said he is probably one of the main reasons I didn't kill myself 7 years ago. My entire world <3

2. My family. Again, very cliche answer but they are really nice to me and supportive of me, which I really need cause I kinda suck 99% of the time ripp

3. My imagination. I don't really know how to describe this (which now that I am looking at the prompt I realize I don't have to so whoops), but it makes me happy that I can just boop into different places/experiences and live vicariously through other people that way.

4. My education. I just started my Masters in Biotech at a really good school and I am so happy that it worked out the way it did! I had applied for 20+ PhD programs prior to this, and all of them got rejected so that wasn't very fun.

5. My "me" time and space. I love the fact that I have my own room (even though I am sharing accommodations) and that my housemates don't really bother me too much when I am in my room. It gives the time and space I need to unwind and just kinda exist without the pressure of being seen or thought of by other people.

Thanks so much for the ask! I loved answering it :)

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Legend of Vajra Chapter 36: The Raid on Shadowtown

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/110986716

Shadow Town, Nar Shaddaa

Kira watched her Master through her eyelashes. He was deeply disquieted, and trying his best to hide it. His sabaac face was getting better, but she was still able to peer at the turmoil behind it. Every now and then, his lips trembled. He discreetly wiped his eyes. When she had her eyes open, he put on an air of confidence that looked hollow.

But he couldn’t stop himself falling into a moody silence after several minutes of keeping up the façade.

T7 had the wheel, and Kira wondered if he’d have found a way of cheering up their friend.

Right before disembarking, she reached out for his hand. “Master… I know why you didn’t let me fight those Power Guards. Thank you.”

Genuine pleasure settled onto his face for a moment, and he squeezed her hand. “Come on. We still have an evil Darth to slay.”

*

BBBBZZZZTTT

The noise was unbearable. They brought ear-splitting headaches and intense nausea, though he had precious little food left in his gut anymore. He clenched his teeth so hard he could feel the muscles in his neck bunch up.

“Please, stop!” he whimpered. “Gah!”

BIP BOOP BOP BZZZZZZZZZT!

A strange, constricted squelch escaped his throat before he could continue his mental begging. “What… more… do… you… want?”

BZZZZZKKKRRRT

He fell on his knees, head arching farther back than his natural spine would have allowed. “AAAAAH! I’ve given you everything!”

KRRRRRRRZZZZRRRRZRZRZTTTRT!

He screamed at the top of his lungs, a hoarse, defeated cry. He thrashed around like a wild animal trying to escape a snare even if it meant breaking its spine. “URGHHH! GHH! JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, DAMMIT!”

Obey. Kill Jedi. Kill the Republic. Kill, kill! Kill!

RRRZZZZRZRRTZZZZRTBZZZZZZTZKKKZ

He tried to weep, but his eyes had been surgically replaced with cybernetics which lacked such hindrances like lacrimal glands. That procedure, like everything else done to him, had been performed without the bother of anesthesia, so the reminder was enough to break him. “OKAY! OKAY! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT’S REST, PLEASE!”

Relief coursed through his veins as the intensity of the sounds lessened. Even though he yearned to remain curled up a while longer, he jumped to his feet in an instant, eager to please his new master. He stood stock-still, waiting for his master’s—no, his owner’s enemies. He had a sneaking suspicion who was approaching the door, but tried to stop his brain from supplying any further information.

Attaching names just made it harder when he had to kill them.

The doors parted wide, and a pair of Jedi entered the factory floor. Their eyes instantly fell on him. The boy froze in horror and disbelief, while the girl called out his name in disbelief.

A voice crackled from the speaker next to him. “Welcome, Jedi. I am so touched to behold this… touching reunion. You’ve found your missing friend, the dear Agent Galen again. Congratulations!” There was a sound like metal clashing rhythmically.

“Sadic!” The boy hissed. “Is this how Sith operate? Hiding behind lies, deceptions, and long-distance calls? Come out and face me, you coward!”

“That’s LORD Sadic to you, little alien. And you are far beneath my notice. I would love to stay and chat, but your friend has been quite eager to meet you. I hope you appreciate how much care I took of him. He’s mountains stronger than he used to be. Galen? Kill him. Kill them both.”

Galen squashed his momentary hesitation. With a resounding yell from his electronic voice, he charged with his electrosword. Behind him, pods began to open up, and deadly Mk-5s spilled out of them.

The Jedi warded off blow after blow with ease, the clash of lightsaber and electrosword creating a sound unlike anything Galen had ever heard before. It was a strangely harmonic sound which did not belong on a battlefield.

The boy took his blows without flinching. He did not take a single step back as the Fives marched closer.

“I still haven’t wiped all their puny minds yet, but combined with Agent Galen, these seven Mark Fives should be more than enough of a match for you. Goodbye, Jedi.”

“T7, seal off all doors and shut down the cameras! I’m going to make Sadic pay for this. Kira, stay back!”

“But Master—”

“Please, Kira!” The Mk-5s were in the thick of it now, and the boy was darting from one cyborg to the next to keep them from losing interest in him.

Galen grunted. “You can’t win fighting like this,” his new droid voice boomed in his ears. “You can’t protect her, and you can’t defeat all of us!”

He was shocked to see the smile on the boy’s face. “I don’t have to beat you. Once you can no longer move, tell me how to release them from Sadic’s control.”

Galen did not understand that, but wasn’t given a chance. The boy suddenly exploded into such intense motion that even his cybernetic eyes couldn’t keep track of him. The boy seemed to vanish from one spot and reappear in two more. He would unleash a barrage of quick but powerful moves, then home in on a different target.

Galen tried to rush him, but he only got one step before he was the one being pressed. The boy leapt in front of him, his Lightsaber aimed in a downward chop. Galen, aware of his increased strength, was astounded by the force, which brought him down to a knee.

The boy did not stay in one place long, moving from one cyborg to the next. Each Mk-5 could only take a step or two before they were pinned down, their weapons barely able to keep the flickering bolt of lightning that was his Lightsaber.

But pretty soon, they had managed to converge the Jedi.

Sweat poured down his dusk-blue face, but he was not breathing too hard. Galen’s onboard sensors had not picked up a decrease in strength either, so perhaps he could keep this up indefinitely.

But he was facing all seven Mk-5s now. Together, they managed what they couldn’t apart—they returned to the offensive. It was only a matter of time now… Or so he thought.

After seventy-two seconds of fighting like this—or seven hundred and twelve seconds since the first blow had been thrown—Galen’s sensors began warning him of a catastrophic build-up of heat. The Jedi smiled. “Right on schedule,” he breathed.

Galen could only gape. The boy switched to offense again, not allowing the Mk-5s a chance to cool off. Pretty soon, smoke began to rise up from gaps in their plates, and they all stopped moving. Some fell to the floor. All the LEDs stopped blinking.

He had completely shut them down simply by pushing them this hard, Galen included.

“That was… that was…!” Galen blinked. “It’s stopped! Oh, thank god, the noise has stopped! He’s gone, for now!”

The boy—Jedi Devarath—surprised him by giving him a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Agent!” he whispered. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop this—”

“Not your fault, Jedi. You… you did the best you could.”

“I’m sorry about this, Galen. But I need to know. How is he controlling you? Can the Power Guards be freed?”

Galen had to think. His onboard computer was offline, so he had to remember the old-fashioned way, a skill that now seemed alien to him. “There’s a console in the room behind me. Sadic’s inside with it. It controls everything. It’s what stopped their minds from working. If you can get to it, if you can release them from Imp control… but I don’t think they’ll get their minds back anytime soon.”

“Got it. Kira, stay with him. T7, come with me.”

As he walked away, Padawan Kira sighed. “Hello again, Agent.”

“Hello to you too, Padawan Kira.”

“We’ll get you through this.”

“No, you can’t. Please… just kill me. Kill all of us.”

“If I do that, I’d be disregarding the sacrifice my Master made for me. He killed all the Power Guards at the safehouse, so I wouldn’t have to. I’m sorry, Agent. Sleep now.”

He did not think that had been a Force suggestion. It did not feel like one. Merely the sum total of weeks’ worth of exhaustion catching up on him. He surrendered to sleep, unwillingly at first, but growing more eager as he fell deeper into it. Perhaps in sleep, he would be a man again.

*

T7 opened the door for Vajra. Sadic was waiting beyond him.

“You locked my door?” The Sith sounded amused. “Did you think I’d run from you?”

“Why not? Sith only seem to win when they have deceit on their side. You, especially. Not much of a track record. You should watch what you eat, by the way. You’ve put on a few kilos.”

Sadic laughed, standing to his full height. “How rude! Tell me, do you not know death when you see it?” He ignited his Lightsabers and twirled them around at a high-speed. “I have put myself through the Power Guard Process! I am invincible now!”

Vajra gave him his most doubtful look. “Right.”

“At a loss for words?” Sadic taunted with relish. “I don’t blame you!” He kicked a pillar beside him, destroying it. He picked up a console beyond it with one hand and tossed it into a corner with such force that it crumpled. “I am no longer limited by my weak flesh! I am powerful! I am almighty! I have surpassed my Master, and his Master too!”

“The Emperor, you mean?”

“Oh, yes! He is a being of magnificent power, but even he cannot match my might now! My body is a fortress! It is composed not of durasteel like those poor grunts you slew, but Mandalorian Iron! I had to have it shipped in from offworld!”

“Mandalorian Iron, eh? You don’t say.” As Vajra recalled, Beskar was heavier than durasteel, but no better a conductor.

“And all it cost me were fifty dominated Mk-3s. Darth Angral was pleased with his pithy tribute. Enough to grant me my request. The poor, poor fool. I will kill you, his target, first, as my first act of defiance. Angral will fall next. No one can stop me! My body is indestructible now! And my mind! Oh, my beautiful mind! I’ve already dreamed up fifty ways to kill you.”

“You’re all talk, aren’t you?”

“Just today. What’s victory with no one to share it with?”

“You can’t win, Sadic. You’re a fool who doesn’t realize the magnitude of the error he made. You should have at least worked out the kinks before making the transfer. Not that you were ever going to beat me. Still, I know the weakness of the Mk-5s. You are no different.”

“I am no mere Mk-5! Don’t compare me to them! No, unlike them, the Force is my servant! I am the new and improved Mark Six!”

Sadic attacked, his diatribe over at last. Which was fine. Caught off-guard by the man’s stupidity, Vajra had needed the extra seconds to recover. “T7, stay back!”

Sadic’s sabers rained down on top of him one after another. He was the most formidable swordsman Vajra had faced until now.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t saying very much. His blows were astonishingly strong, that much was true, but even Kira should have no problem keeping up with this speed.

The twin sabers blazed a cruel red picture into the air around them, attempting to spear him from a dozen different angles. Vajra intercepted the strikes with no problem, trying his best to project nonchalance. “You gave up that much, yet you’re only this good,” he tutted. “I suppose you were a Sith plumber before your makeover.”

“WATCH YOUR INSOLENT MOUTH, YOU STUPID CUR!” Sadic’s rage burst out. “AFTER EVERYTHING I DID, EVERYTHING I GAVE UP, I WAS TREATED LIKE A MERE PAWN! BUT I HAVE REAL POWER NOW, OH YES!”

“No, you don’t.” Vajra stopped playing around. His riposte destroyed one of the hilts, and a red blade died like a guttered lamp. He sidestepped Sadic’s next, furious attack, before slicing at his gut.

The cyborg Sith shrieked with laughter. “Mandalorian iron, remember?”

“Oh, I do.” Vajra attacked again, this time at his chest. He stabbed thrice, each in a different spot since he didn’t want to accidentally breach the Sith’s defenses and put him out of his misery. The Sith reared up, taking his remaining Lightsaber in both hands and raising it above his head.

Vajra spun out of the arc, then flipped over the roundhouse kick that followed. He slashed the leg as it passed, then attacked the stomach and upper torso a few more times.

“That must be what a mosquito bite feels like!” Sadic laughed. Vajra ignored him. He evaded another blow, jumped over yet another, then blocked the third. Slipping forward, he struck a few more times at the chestplate before slipping behind the lumbering cyborg. He struck him again in the shoulder before he could turn, then upped the tempo of his strikes.

The startled cyborg was no longer able to attack. It was all he could do now to keep track of the Raudra. Vajra did not know why he bothered blocking his strikes, given his supreme confidence in the strength of Mandalorian Iron, but the extra movement did not slow down his shell’s rise in temperature.

Since his opponent was fighting back at all, Vajra decided to enjoy the duel. He no longer tried to attack the Beskar shell, but continued fighting like he was in any ordinary duel. It was some time before the cyborg gasped.

“What’s going on?”

“Your parts are overheating. It didn’t help that your shell took so many blows. Machines heat up when stressed, it’s so basic! I suppose you normally leave this kind of thing to your subordinates!"

"No!” the Sith denied reality in vain. “It’s impossible! No! Stop! This can’t be happening!”

“You know what’s interesting? I only needed one Lightsaber.”

The Sith squeaked like a rat.

“Where’s your power? Where’s your servant, the Force?”

The cyborg recoiled. Dropping his Lightsaber, he tried to fire a salvo of Lightning, but it backfired; a cascade of small explosions ran up his mechanical arms, causing him to howl and smoke up even further. Vajra laughed hysterically.

“Basic physics, again!”

The Sith cursed, trying to pick up fragments of the destroyed pillar, but Vajra was faster. His Force Push knocked the cruel Sith Lord off his feet and landed him on his heavy metal ass. A resounding clang reverberated throughout the chamber, but Vajra was not done.

Picking up the Sith with the Force, he crashed him into the floor again and again until he was sure the man was thoroughly stunned. He left him in his crater and walked up to the console.

“T7? Free all the Power Guards and let them out of their capsules. We’re blasting our way out of this place.” Shadow Town was a high security prison complex, boasting important Imperial prisoners, including POWs. The second they’d found out about his destination, several Republic officials had called him to ask about freeing as many as he could. “And see if you can check that other thing for me.”

T7 whistled in triumph. Vajra grinned and gave Sadic a very satisfied smile. “I knew it.”

“What is it?” the Sith groaned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“In your hurry for your upgrade, you allowed yourself to be plugged into the same server as the Power Guards. Big mistake, sweetums.”

“What?” The so-called genius’ mind took a moment to catch up. “No!”

“Yes. T7? Wipe out his puny mind.”

T7 obliged, and the Sith gave a most satisfying screech before piping down.

“Sadic?” Vajra activated the holocam on his datapad.

“Yes.”

“Hit yourself in the face, please. Repeatedly.”

The cyborg started punching himself in the nose without protest.

“Good. Stop. We’re going to put you to good use today. T7, can you find me a coolant tank? I want him back on his feet. And help me repair the damage to his circuits and wires.”

*

Colonel Bray had one of the cushiest jobs in the Empire. All he had to do was sit around all day and pretend to watch the screen. Most days he could idly play games on his personal datapad, or watch holofilms, or sports broadcasts. It was strange—when he’d first been told what he was being assigned to, he’d dreaded a career of ceaseless vigilance. Of always being on the alert for escapees or prison riots. Shadow Town was, after all, a jail for some of the Empire’s most dangerous prisoners.

But the reality had proven different. Fully aware of this facility’s nature, its architects had made this a nearly escape-proof prison. Inmates had about as much freedom as flies caught in a web. Nor did they come within reach of any tools that would allow them to escape. It wasn’t uncommon for bodies to atrophy from disuse, or minds to stop functioning properly.

In six years of working here, he had never seen so much as a hint of trouble. For him, in any case. The rank-and-file often had their hands full, catering to whatever official or Sith that happened to be passing through, or going through the millions of daily checks needed to ensure the facility’s integrity.

Which was why he was left completely stunned when the priority-one alarms began to blare. “What’s going on out there?” he asked nervously, but guards did not have the time to answer as everyone scrambled to their posts. Bray quickly squeezed his body into his uniform and raced to the command center.

“What’s going on here!?” he demanded, finally managing to insert some authority into his voice.

One of his aides, a small Twi’lek woman, looked up at him with an expression as shocked as he was. “Multiple checkposts have been destroyed sir. They’re under attack!”

“By whom?” he demanded. “The Republic? The Hutts?”

Another officer shook his head. “Whoever they are, sir, they have a heavily armored Sith in their lead!”

“What?!”

“He’s going on a major rampage, Sir. He’s cutting through all our people like weeds.”

“No. It couldn’t be.” Brax attempted to loosen his collar and belt. “Surely it’s a Jedi out there, disguised as Sith?”

“We don’t think so, Sir. Jedi don’t rampage like this. Our people aren’t even trying to fight.”

“Section Dorn reporting,” a tech reported. “They’ve just lost another squad. That’s… two hundred and seventy guards dead.”

“Impossible…” Bray began to sway, the room distorting and swimming in his eyes.

“He has backup! It’s a small army!”

“No way the Republic got so many people into Shadow Town without us noticing. It’s some Rogue Sith with delusions of grandeur…”

Bray tried to clutch a table to keep himself from falling over, but he fell with a loud crash. Heads whipped around, but no one dared leave their seats to help him up.

“Call for reinforcements!” Someone called.

“We can’t! We’re being jammed! The only thing the higher-ups know is that the enemy is a confirmed Sith!”

“South point has been overrun,” someone else said. “And Section Cherek.”

“Who in blazes are these guys?!” was the last thing Brax heard before passing out completely.

*

Agent Balkar’s Safehouse

Vajra stood in front of the holoprojector, waiting for the line to connect. After several minutes, the holo of Major Var Suthra appeared.

“Greetings, Jedi Vajra. Padawan Kira. I’m glad to hear from you again. I trust your raid on Shadowtown was productive?”

“It was,” Vajra confirmed. “I thought to loop in the Jedi Council too. They need to hear about this.”

“What? Why would you do that?” The Mon Cala appeared displeased.

“You know why. This experiment proved how dangerous the ‘victory at all costs’ mentality is. I want this entered in the Archives, which means that I want the Council to hear my final report on the matter.” Vajra gave him a furious glare. “I can’t believe what you allowed here, Major! And I can’t believe you asked me to clean up this mess for you! I hate to play the age card, but can you imagine the horrors I’ve witnessed?”

The Major deflated. “I’m sorry, Vajra. I wish there had been any other way.”

There was, Vajra thought furiously. You could have not okayed such horrific experiments. Or you could have put a ceiling on what they could and couldn’t do. Instead, they had a blank check, and their ‘subjects’ suffered for it.

A moment later, Masters Satele, Kaedan, Bakarn, and Gnost-Dural appeared. “Ah, hello there, Vajra. Major. I trust your news is good?”

“It is,” Vajra nodded. “Mission successful. All but fifty of the Power Guards are accounted for now, and Sadic is… in custody. In addition, we freed roughly two thousand POWs who were being held in Shadow Town. Just an opportunity we took.”

“What does Shadow Town have to do with your mission?” Kaedan asked.

“It was where Sadic was hiding,” Vajra replied. “Along with over a hundred Power Guards, mostly Mark Fives.”

“Tell us what happened,” Master Gnost prompted, and Vajra gave a quick account of the raid on Shadow Town.

“And while the Power Guards and prisoners were running riot in the prison, T7 was able to confirm that no designs were beamed offworld, although fifty Mark Threes were. Angral has them now. I fear what might happen, but there’s a good chance the Empire won’t be mass-producing Power Guards. Not unless Angral is ordered to turn a few units over for study by the Emperor himself.”

“It’s commendable that you were able to test out their prowess during this engagement,” Master Kaedan said, sounding like the commendation was forced. “Most would have tried to end things quickly.”

“Why did you want to test their mettle anyway?” Major Var Suthra demanded.

“On the off-chance that the Empire starts producing them, I imagine.”

“In part,” Vajra confirmed. “In addition… I imagine the process they’ve endured is irreversible. For better or worse, the Guards cannot go back to what they used to be. I have a feeling most will remain with the military, with nowhere else to go. I figured it would be best to know their strengths and weaknesses.”

The Masters stared at each other, and Var Suthra sighed. “What a mess I’ve gone and made this time!”

“I’ve shut down the project,” Vajra informed him. “If I hear that it’s up and running again, I will drop anything I’m doing to shut it down.”

“Understandable.”

“There’s the matter of what to do with the subjects you’ve rescued,” Master Satele said softly. “But I think we already know your stance on the matter.”

“Rehabilitation. I don’t know if it’s possible, but—”

“I’ll personally see to it that it’s done,” Var Suthra assured him. “I owe these people that much. What about Agent Galen? Did you find him?”

“I did. He’s a Power Guard now. He and the others are being kept in a secure medical facility right now, but… they’ll need better care. And secrecy.”

“I’ll have the Greston and Mellow come by. They’re medical frigates, the best we have. They should be able to take care of them, and help begin their rehab.”

“Thank you, Major.”

“I’ll take my leave then.” The Major’s holo vanished.

“Do you have anything else you need to report?” Master Satele asked.

“I don’t know if I mentioned this, but Sadic chose to undergo the procedure too. He’s a self-proclaimed Mark Six.”

“Oh? That’s quite the development. What was his combat potential?” Master Kaedan spoke up.

“He was able to pick up a few heavy objects with ease, redundant though that sounds to us.” Vajra picked up the closest crate with the Force to show what he meant, and Master Satele chuckled. “Aside from that… well, he wasn’t very impressive. I don’t think the Force flows very well through a cyborg body. He tried to hit me with Force Lightning, but he just ended up frying his own circuits. I was able to use the same console he used to control the Guard, to control him. He led the vanguard of the force that rocked Shadow Town.”

“So that’s what happened,” Master Satele looked conflicted on the idea. “When I heard that the infamous Shadow Town was destroyed by a rogue Sith Lord, I wondered what that meant, but—”

“It’s not the Jedi way,” Master Gnost finished. “We will expect better judgement from you in the future.”

“I’m sorry, Masters.”

“Why does he have to apologize?” Kira burst out, having kept her silence until now. “Why is he the one who’s let you down? My Master asked for help—begged for it—but you didn’t send so much a spare Lightsaber cleaning kit! We were both in way over our heads there, and saw stuff that we were really not ready for! My Master fought the Power Guards all alone, to spare me the trauma of killing one, and now you criticize how he handled it? The gall!”

“Kira…” Vajra said uncomfortably.

“Master, please! You deserve better than this! How can they push you this hard, then complain that you’re stumbling?” She glared at Master Satele. “Tell me then, how you’d have handled it! How would you have screened our making off with a hundred and fifty Guards, and two thousand POWs? I’d just love to hear actual wisdom from the Council for once, instead of bellyaching!”

Master Kaedan glared at her, though Master Satele averted her eyes. Master Gnost sat back in deep thought.

“That’s what I thought!” Kira smiled bitterly.

“It’s been a long couple of weeks, Masters,” Vajra said by way of apology. She gave him a glare. “But she’s not wrong. I did my best here. We all did. I’m a tyro Knight, and I’m doing things like defending the capital all by myself, things I haven’t been remotely trained for. I’m learning on the job here. If you want to better, then give us more to work with.” He bit in everything else he had to say, but looked at the Masters in turn with his head held high.

“That borders on insolence, boy,” Master Kaedan snorted. “Where’s that pliant young child who came to Tython?”

“Not ‘boy.’ ‘Knight.’ And I have no idea where he is now. Maybe something scared him off? If I see him, I’ll let him know he’s missed.”

Kira snorted.

“We’re sorry, Vajra,” Satele apologized. “You’re both right. You’ve been under tremendous pressure, and presented with nigh-impossible targets. You did well by any measure. And thank you for being open about it. You could just as easily have lied.”

“The prisoners you freed… you did a good thing on that front too,” Master Kaedan added. “All those people waved in front of our noses, and we couldn’t do a damn thing!”

“We’re still waiting on word from Master Kiwiiks, but the Mass Shadow Generator on Dantooine has been scrapped without incident. Master Orgus is moving on to Alderaan.”

“Do you want us to back up either Master Kiwiiks or Orgus?”

“You will have to, but we don’t know which one, yet. But given how important this is, we can’t reassign you to something else just yet either. You can take a few days to rest while we deliberate on where to send you next. May the Force be with you.”

When the transmission went blank, Kira slapped Vajra’s shoulder. “Good!” she grinned. “Glad to see you’re defending your position as a Knight now.”

“Talking back to the Council is a dangerous move,” Vajra began, but Kira was having none of it.

“What you did to that fucking cunt was apropos justice at its best. It was a better solution than killing him—which is also frowned upon by the Jedi, or leaving him behind—which would allow Angral to use him again. Maybe even complete working on their own Power Guards.”

“All that bugged me as well,” Vajra nodded.

“So, this was a good alternative, no?”

“It’s a slippery slope when we start bending the rules.”

“Yes. Which is why I’m glad when it’s someone like you who bends them. You have a good soul. You’d know when to stop.”

“May it always be so,” Vajra added softly.

*

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An Unexpected Trip: Dhawan!Master x f!reader pt1

AN: This is total canon divergence. 13 didn’t regenerate and Yaz is still her companion (pls let me have this, I’m not ready to let go of them). Can be read as a stand alone story but goes better with my previous Master x Reader here.

MASTERLIST

You sat on the hexagonal steps of the TARDIS. The blues and reds of the lights mixing to create a beautiful purple hue. A light mist swept across your ankles, and a small smile spread across your lips as you watched the Master dance around the controls, even though you weren’t going anywhere exciting, he always piloted as if you were. It was one of the million reasons you loved him and the life he had gifted you.

“You don’t need to flatter me anymore dear,” The Master stopped and turned to you, “I’ve already agreed to your little trip idea.”

You blinked confused for a moment, before you remembered. He was bloody telepathic.

“Ugh Master, you promised not to do that.” You fake moaned, standing to join him at the centre console.

“Then don’t think so loud.” He booped the end of your nose, his tone only semi-chastising.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m excited.” You started to buzz.

“Mmm I can tell pet.” He smirked turning back to the controls again. “All this for a silly little human play.”

“Opera.” You corrected. He stopped again, raising an eyebrow at your boldness. You knew that if anyone else had tried sass-back at him, they would be dead. With you however he found it adorably endearing.

“And besides it’s not just any opera,” You sauntered up to him, your eyes big,”It’s THE phantom of the Opera. The second longest running west end musical!”

“I know, you’ve told me before.” Annoyance started to creep into the Master’s voice. “Several times. In the past week alone. Hence why YOU’RE going.”

“And I am ssooooo, grateful for that,” You cuddled up to his arm, giving him your best puppy dog look. “Buuut, I thought it’d be nice if you came with me.”

You had tried for weeks to get the Master to agree to see Phantom with you. You’d gushed about the characters, the music, the set design, and how much you simply adored the show. When that didn’t work you’d talked about how the original book was inspired by true events, but that had just led to him suggesting you both go and drop the real chandelier at the Paris Opera house in 1896 instead. After a while you realised that asking the Master to sit silently in the exact same place for almost three hours was never going to fly, so you had acquiesced. Mostly.

“Pet…” The Master warned. “I told you,”

“I know, I know.” You sighed letting go of his dark blue tweed clothed arm in defeat. “I’m just playing. When the Master says no, he means it.” You turned to walk back to your seat on the steps but before you could the Master caught your face between one strong hand.

“Tsk, tsk.” He stared deep into your eyes. “Darling don’t you know it’s suicide to mock your Master.” Though his words sounded serious, the mischievous glint in his eyes told you there was no real maliciousness to them. One of the first things the Master had promised you was that he’d never intentionally hurt you, unless you asked him to.  

“No mocking,” You said through puckered cheeks, “Just wanted to have a normal trip with you for once.” You admitted.

He chuckled to himself, before letting you go, and pulling on the TARDIS break, jutting you both forward in the sudden stop.

“What about the beach on Doulcabis?” He countered.

“Oh yeah that was nice and normal, until the planetary army started bombarding us.”

“How was I supposed to know the Queen mother still held a grudge against me.”

“You stole her crown jewels and threw them into a black hole!” You laughed, amazed at his declaration that that trip still counted as a normal one.

“Hence why I’m letting you go to that silly little play of yours.” He motioned to the door. Clearly you were at your destination. “Now say thank you Master.”

You sighed, you knew it was foolish to try and trick the Master of all people into a real human date. Hell you weren't even sure you were dating.

“Thank you Master.” You smiled, giving his cheek a quick peck. Something you were only permitted to do in the TARDIS. “I’ll see you in three hours.”

“Try to have fun with out me.” He challenged.

“Try not to commit any war crimes without me.” You laughed back.

“Spoil sport.”

You gave him one small wave before exiting through the TARDIS’s fake wooden doors.

“Keep him safe T.” You asked the time machine as you stoked the HA HA plaque on the front door. A quiet hum churned out of the wooden facade and for the first time since you met the Master you walked away from the machine alone.

The Master had dropped you off a short walk away from the theatre. The distance was nothing compared to how much you seemed to run on a daily basis, but without him by your side it seemed so much farther than it was, and so much more lonely.

“Three seconds without the Master and I’m a complete mess.” You bemoaned to yourself, grateful that the Master couldn’t hear you now, because he’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Y/N?” An old familiar voice called from behind you. Confused you turned to meet the gaze of an older gentleman. It took you a second before you remembered, he was with the Doctor on your failed trip to the SS.Fairfax. You hadn’t seen him or the Doctor since.

“Graham?” You asked unsure. “Or was it Ryan? I didn’t really catch your name.”

“Oh uh it’s Graham.” He smiled gently, the older woman next to him, in a pinstriped suit and combat boots however seemed cautious. “And this is Ace.”

“Hi.” You smiled politely. Unsure of where this was going. “Um, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I kind of have a thing I’m meant to be doing, soooo…”

“Did the Professor send you to do something?” Ace perked up.

“The who?”

“She means the Doctor.” Graham answered. “And no Ace she’s not here for the Doc, Y/N’s with someone else.” The older man gingerly danced around the truth of your Time Lord companion.

“Who else would she be with?” Ace awkwardly laughed, “Not a lot of Time Lords out there with companions.”

“Maybe some of them have changed.” You unintentionally sassed back. You didn’t mean to be rude it was just from the Master’s stories it seemed there were several former companions of the Doctor who had been on his kill list, and you figured they probably wouldn’t believe you if you said he’d changed for the better.

“Not bloody likely.” Ace scoffed. “So if you’re not with the Professor, who dropped you off?”

“Uhhhh.” You blanched. You did not want to get into it in the middle of a busy London street, but your brain seemed to have broken. “Sorry, I’ve really go to go. I’m going to be late.”

You started to back away, waving awkwardly as you did.

“It was nice to meet you Ace, and Graham, always a pleasure. Bye.” You practically sprinted down the street, faintly hearing Ace yell after you.

You turned the corner and into a small alleyway, stopping to catch your breath against a brick wall. Checking your phone you saw you had five minutes to reach the theatre and it was still a ten minute walk. Would the theatre let you in if you were five  minutes late? You had gotten so used to the Master demanding your entrance to places and getting in, even when you weren't invited. You really were spoiled by the Master weren’t you.

Sighing you composed yourself as best you could, you couldn’t deny that the encounter with former Doctor companions had knocked the wind out of your sails a bit. You loved the Master, you really did, but you sometimes wished his name didn’t evoke hatred and/or fear from everyone who heard it.  

A part of you wanted to call the Master, have him come pick you up and never suggest normal trips ever again, but after the stink you’d kicked up to go see this opera, you’d feel bad about cancelling.

“Urgh, big girl time Y/N” You hyped yourself up, “We are a grown ass adult, we are not co-dependant!” You announced to yourself, only believing it a little. Straighting up you turned to head back out to the street, however a less than impressed Ace blocked the narrow entrance.

“I know whose TARDIS that was.”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Graham emerged from behind the older woman, “But this is for your own good.”

“Fuck.”

*****

The Master’s knee bounced impatiently as he sat in the uncomfortable chair the humans had installed in their opera box. He was losing patience with this whole farce and he’d been here for only two minutes.

“Height of luxury ha!” He laughed aloud, looking back at the TARDIS he’d landed in the far corner of the box he’d secured for his Y/N. The only reason he saw fit to degrade himself and wait in this theatre was the surprised look on his darling pets face when she walked in and saw him waiting for her.

He imagined her eyes glittering and her perfect smile bursting across her face. She would become putty in his very capable hands, and he would prove again how he was the better Time-Lord and companion.

‘The Doctor could never make her as happy as I do.’ He thought possessively to himself. Y/N had told him several times that there was no competition between himself and the Doctor. That he didn’t need to be so hard on himself. She didn’t want the Doctor she wanted to be with him, yada yada, and yes he believed her, she couldn’t lie to him, no-one could, but still there was that horrid tiny voice in the back of his mind that told him he wasn’t good enough. Not for the Doctor and definitely not for Y/N, and he never would be.  

“Where is she.” He growled, his jittering leg becoming more restless by the second. “She should be here by now, praising my kindness, shooing my dark thoughts away.” He scratched painfully into his palm, a terrible self soothing action he thought he’d outgrown.

Dark thoughts started swirling dangerously around his mind. What if she’d left? What if she’d run away? But she promised forever. She lied. She hated you. She was afraid of you and ran way the first chance she got. This whole playthinghadbeenAndExcusetoEscAPEYOU!!!

“Shut Up!” He slammed his fists against his head, if he couldn’t will the thoughts away he’d beat them out of himself.  

A deep sound rang out from the TARDIS, pulling the Master out of his self-hate spiral, curious he entered the machine.

“What?!” He yelled. Another deep sound was the reply, soon the monitor lit up, showing CCTV of a boring London street. “Get to the point.” He chastised. The video sped up, showing a panicked looking Y/N hurry down a alley way, before being followed by two others.

“Y/N.” His brown doe eyes widened in horror as the video sped up again. Showing armed men enter the alley, before exciting with a clearly unconscious Y/N, and the two who had initially followed his beloved human.

“Dorothy and Graham.” His voice was laced with venom as he watched the Doctors former companions. “What am I going to do with you?”

[shallyne]

Feyssian Week Day Five - Hobbies

The Cake Experiment

Fifth day of this week and another mini fic 🥰

TW: none

Feyre and Cass try to bake a cake

Feyre and Cassian looked at the Kitchen and Feyre was checking everything twice, making sure she didn't forget anything. Especially not the ingredients, not again. They tried to bake this damned cake 3 times now and they always missed something, or they burnt the cake like the did the last time. Not even reaching the decorating phase. Not today, though. Feyre made sure everything was there today, nothing would go wrong. A look towards Cassian told her he also made sure everything was where it was meant to be.

He nodded and smirked at Feyre "Ready?"

Feyre laughed "I am ready!" they high fived. "Nothing will go wrong today."

"We are prepared for this battle." Cassian agreed. As Feyre took the bowl, Cassian put up the recipe on his phone. He read it out loud while Feyre weighed the ingredients, she made sure it wasn't a gram more or less, it was all perfectly weighed. She wouldn't take the risk today.

After they weighed and measured everything, Feyre gave Cassian the bowl to mix everything together. She lost a sigh when it turned out perfectly. This was going to be success. Feyre put the batter into the form while Cassian was getting the oven ready.

She was glad that everything went to plan because this was their last try at this goddamned cake. Rhysands birthday was tomorrow and if they failed this try they would need to get one from the grocery store, which they did not want. They wanted to make Rhys's favorite cake, surprising him with it.

When they put the cake into the oven, Cassian hugged Feyre from behind. "What now?" she melted into his touch and hummed "Next is the buttercream."

Cassian kissed her cheek. "Then we will make the buttercream now."

Feyre sighed and nodded. They worked as they did with the batter, Cassian reading the recipe and Feyre weighing and measuring the ingredients, giving Cassian the bowl to mix again because he spent the evening before watching video after video about that cake. He called himself a master baker now. Feyre supressed a snort at that memory and looked after the cake in the oven while Cassian was mixing. It wasn't burned yet, that was good, and it wouldn't burn either because they both started their timers the minute they cake was baking.

Cassian put the buttercream in the fridge while Feyre leaned against the counter watching him. "Fourth time's the charm!" he grinned. "I can feel that this will be the greatest cake Rhysie has ever tasted."

"Oh, you can feel it?" Feyre grinned.

"I can." he said, putting his hands on the counter on either side of Feyre, his face just a few inches away from Feyres. "It will be the greatest cake we ever baked."

"There is only room to improve." Feyre replied.

Cassian rolled his eyes but smiled. "Smartass." he booped her nose. Feyre laughed. "Shut up." she said pushing him back, or trying to.

"What are we going to do until the cake is ready?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Do you want to burn it again?" Feyre asked quietly.

Cassian snorted. "No, not again."

"How about cleaning the kitchen? Its messy." Feyre said. Cassian looked around the kitchen, sighing. "That's the last time we are baking a cake, Elain can continue that tradition."

Feyre chuckled. "We'll find another hobby." she said, kissing her boyfriends cheek.

They cleaned together and were done relatively fast. They stayed in the kitchen though, checking on the cake every few minutes until it was ready.

They took a break until it cooled down and then they continued their work. Cassian was cutting strawberries while Feyre applied the buttercream between the layers. Then it was Feyres turn to apply the buttercream on the outside of the cake. While Cassian was watching videos about mixing the cake together and what can go wrong, Feyre was watching videos about buttercream. Cassian told her that would be her job because she was the artist in this family.

Feyre was actually satisfied with the result. It wasn't as smooth as she wanted it in some places but they could cover that with decorations.

They also made a ganache and around evening Feyre was doing the drip effect on the cake. The next morning they decorated the cake and the only obstacle left was the transportation. The only thing that could go wrong now.

Feyre held the cake on the way to Rhysands house as if her life depended on it. In a sharp curve it almost slipped out of her hand but she catched it, the cake still looking perfectly fine.

When Rhys didn't pay attention they sneaked the cake into his kitchen where Feyre put the candles on top.

"Wow, you really made it." Mor said as she joined them. She hugged Feyre and kissed her cheek as a greeting. "It looks delicious, I can't wait."

"I told you we could do it." Cassian said smirking.

"How many tries did it take?" Mor asked.

Cassian scoffed. "Doesn't matter, we did it."

Mor giggled and left the room again to join the others. Feyre smiled at Cassian "Ready?"

"Absolutely." he said.

Feyre lit the candles and held the door open for Cassian who carried the cake in the dining room. Mor who stood behind Rhysand began singing happy birthday, the others joining in.

Rhys raised a brow, smiling, when Cassian put the cake in front of him.

Feyre had to admit, they did a great job.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Smile For Me, Sweetcheeks ~ Ghostface x Fem!Reader

I've thought of this for a while, and it's gonna be

F U N

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Y/N opened her eyes groggily, finding herself on the grassy ground - As she lifted her head to scan her surroundings, she realised she was in some strange, dark place that resembled some weird park with tall trees, yet had random small buildings here and there...It almost seemed like a place to play hide and seek, was her first thought.

Next to her, 3 other people were getting up, looking extremely frightened, as they bolted the hell out of that spot, going in different directions.

But Y/N didn't, and instead, she walked around aimlessly, until she spotted someone dressed in all black, with a weird ghost-like mask, peeking from behind an old car, almost timidly, only to see him wave at her.

Grinning at him, thinking she finally met someone friendly around this place, she extended her arm up in the sky, waving excitedly, which made the man make his way to her.

"Hi! I'm Y/N! It's great finally seeing someone nice around here. The 3 other guys just yelled in my face and ran away. How rude, right?!" she sighed, crossing her arms with a pout, before going back to her friendly smile, extending her hand to shake his. "Woaw, those guys are jerks. Call me Ghostface, darling." he said in an amused, yet somehow hoarse voice. "Uhhh, Ghostface, how cool! You must be a horror movie fan, then? So am I! ...Hmm...Actually, do you have any idea how we got here? I think I need some lecithin, my memory is failing me." she scratched the back of her head sheepishly, only for him to chuckle. "Welp, there's 4 survivors and a killer. All you gotta do is either repair 5 generators and find the exit...Or find the hatch and escape. Basically, don't die, I guess. Fun, huh?" the guy explained, putting his arm around her shoulder, guiding her to who knows where. "...What the hell is this, the Hunger Games?" she looked up at him with a weird look on her face. "Haha, that would be fun! Alas, nothing like that. Ah, look at this, a gen! Here I'll show you how to repair it. You have to tinker with these parts, and then merge these together...You get the cables in the respective coloured sockets...Et voila! Haha, look at it! Fireworks! What a reward!" Ghostface clapped and cheered at the fireworks the generator made, laughing at the startled look on the girl's face, as she clearly didn't expect something like that to happen. "Uh...Honestly, this is insane. Can't we just, like...Go home? I don't think I'm up for dying, even if someone paid me to go through with this silly game." she sighed, crouching down to the next generator, awkwardly trying to repair it, but she was much slower and clumsier compared to him, and it even exploded in her face, making her yelp and fall down. "Dude! Not cool! This gen is working against me!" "Shoulda seen the face you made, toots! Haha, so funny! You're very entertaining, girl. Here, lemme help ya out." he said as he got on the other side of the of the gen and helped repaired it. "You're a real pro at this, man. Have you been playing this for long? Did they at least give you a worthy amount of money for the trouble you're going through? I mean, I'm sure you won very often...Or maybe you're like...The tutorial teacher or something? Is that why you look eccentric compared to those lame-os?" she was asking so many question, but boy, was she so off that it amused the killer so much! He now perfectly understood the wolf who dressed as a sheep, it was too much fun! She was so blindingly trusting, he could mess with her, and more, with the survivors at his heart's content! "Yeah, I win quite often, but they don't pay me! The guy is kinda blackmailing us to play his game, but it's fun when you get used to it." he explained, only to have two other survivors go past them - Her and Ghostface waved at them merrily, but they just shrieked and ran the hell away from there. "...Do I look that scary?" she muttered, looking at the man next to her with a confused expression. "Nahhh, you're a cutiepie. Those guys are just jerks." he petted her hair, beginning to walk again, only to find some really nasty, rusty hooks. "U-Uhm...Gh-Ghostface...? What are these for...?" she stuttered, frowning as she clinged on his arm instinctively. "I think you already know, toots. Careful with those, killers LOVE to impale their victims on these things. It's like a sacrifice for the big guy who's keeping us here." he chuckled as he watched the girl tremble like a little lamb seeing the knife approaching her neck. "...Can we go away from here, please? M-Maybe we can look for the...Uhm...Hatch, you called it?" she muttered, pulling him away from there. "Yeah. It's like a trap in the ground that leads to safety. It only appears when there's only 2 gens left. Felt that shockwave? It meant that the Hatch just appeared. Ah, sorry baby-cakes, I gotta run, but I'll see you around before the match ends, okay?" he was grinning under his mask, knowing that he has to kill the other 3 to make sure the Entity doesn't punish

either of them for some annoying reason...And oh, the shock and horror on her face will be fun~. "N-No...! Please don't go! This place is huge and scary, I'll get lost without you! And who knows what would happen if the Killer finds me? I don't wanna end up...Th-There...!" awww, that cute, little, frightened pout on her face, how lovely~! If only she knew... "Don't worry, cutie, is'yo' first game, the Killer ain't gonna mess with ya, I promise. And if he does, Imma make sure he regrets it. I'm sort of a boss here, you see." he put cupped both his gloved hands on her face, pinching them a bit too hard, just to hear her yelp one more time - And clearly, she didn't disappoint, as her eyes even watered a tiny bit. What a cute little lamb... "...If you're sure, then...Okay. I trust you." she muttered, turning away as she started walking away, only for her to look back at him and yell "Make sure you stay safe too, okay?! We have to escape this place together!" He raised his arm and waved dismissively, barely able to keep himself from laughing, as he started running and stalking the annoying survivors who actually thought they'd have such an easy game!

No, no, clearly not with him!

First, he slashed one of the survivors and put him on a hook, then mori'ed another and took a really cool selfie with their bloody face, and the last one he just messed around with, before repeatedly stabbing his back and throwing him in a corner, just where the Hatch was.

Those idiots thought they could escape him.

Think again.

He wasn't that idiot 'Legion', or that lame ass Amanda. Four lame thugs who can't do a simple job properly, or Jigsaw's useless lackey. Keh.

And at least he was fun, unlike Boring Michael! I mean, look at this masterpiece he made, it's a perfect piece of art! He even wrote Y/N's name on the wall in front of the hatch, so she could see and appreciate his work!

A loud noise that resounded through the place made him realise that, as he was having his fun playing with the obsolete Survivors, his cute little Y/N had her fun repairing generators, meaning that the exits could be activated, if he wasn't careful.

He had to find her quick.

Not that it was difficult for the Master of Stalking, especially since she was so clueless that she didn't even crouch to hide, or at least try to hide in lockers.

There she was...! Look at her, watching everything like a frightened meerkat! Aww, how he wanted to boop that cute nose of hers~! Maybe he could even let some blood paint her nose, and make fun of her, calling her Rudolph!

Ahh, Ghostface, you're so funny!

Yeah, Ghostface, I KNOW, right?!

"Yo, Y/N, over here! I found the hatch! Come on!" he waved his arms up in the air, yelling for her, and the look of sparkling glee on her face as soon as she saw him...Wasn't she such an adorable dummy~? "Ghostface, you're okay! I got so worried when I didn't see you in so long! I heard screams, and I thought something happened to you! I got so scared that I ran away and tried to do the last generators...And then a loud noise almost deafened me, and I had no idea what to do." she gesticulated rapidly, making him chuckle in amusement. Of course, he was worried for nothing. She wouldn't realise what she'd have to do, even if it bit her leg. Hmm, actually...~ "Nahhhh, I'm cool, haven't see the killer. Here, take the key, it will unlock the hatch. Less'goooo~!" he put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her casually where the hatch was, making sure she didn't see his work of art yet. "Oh, so this is the Hatch, huh? It looks scary. Are you sure this isn't some ladder that leads straight to hell or something? It looks...Shady." she muttered, looking at the dark abyss down below. "Don't worry, chickadee, ain't that long of a ride down. It's like a bunker filled with survivors, you'll be okay. They'll tell you what to do from then on. If you're scared, take this flashlight. See? You can see the bottom of the ladder. You'll be okay." he chuckled, weaving the flashlight around. "Wait...You're not coming down with me?" she gasped, her eyes carefully searching for the truth in his...Covered face. "I'd go down on you any day, sugar, but maybe next time we get to play around." he laughed crudely watching her frowning, flustering face. "H-Hey, don't be a jerk! I'm just worried about you!" she muttered, looking away, hoping her hair would cover her blushing face. "Hahaha, you're so fun to tease, Y/N. Only one person can go through the hatch. But s'all cool, I just gotta open up the door, since you did a great job with the gens. We'll see each other later, I can promise you that. Can't get rid of me that easily." he sniggered under his mask, waiting in anticipation until the girl realises his true nature. "Mhh...Alright...If you're so sure..." she muttered, shakily stepping down a few steps, only to be stopped by the man who took out a camera. "Wanna take a selfie before we finish this? Y'know, your first game, and a victory nonetheless...Come on, Smile for me, Sweetcheeks~!" he got on his knees, raising his mask a bit, before gluing himself to her body, one of his arms extending with the camera, while with the other he grabbed her face, kissing her cheek, making sure he guides her eyesight to his masterpiece, and as soon as he heard her gasp, he took the photo.

It was worth more than all the money in the world.

"Y-You...? You were the killer...?!" awww, look at her tremble! Her eyes were glistering with tears, and her plump, rosy bottom lip was quivering in betrayal. "You're too cute for this world, Y/N." he harshly put his mask down, before showing the girl the selfie he took as he mori'ed one of the survivors, and waved her goodbye with his knife, as she quickly descended down the ladder, soft whimpers echoing through the place.

"Till we see each other again, sweet cheeks~." the Killer rose to his feet, slamming down the hatch with his boot and wiping the blood from his knife with his latex glove, before laughing loudly at the endearing experience he just had.

If THAT was the reaction she had when seeing his little gift for her, imagine her cute faces when he'd actually go down on her, as he promised~.

[test-tube]

Dawn at the Winery

Author’s Note: Apologies!! School took up a lot of time and I also just couldn’t carry the plot- (pspspsps @starfell-traveler​​ come here you simp) Pairings: Crepus x GN!Reader Word Count: 1533 (I’m ashamed)  TW: death

You took a deep breath, excited for your new job. You were sure working at the Dawn Winery wouldn’t be too difficult, right? Right? It’ll be perfectly fine, you assured yourself. You opened the doors and were greeted by the sound of children cheering.

“I gotcha!”

“AHH- “

A blue haired child fell onto a chaise, then started squirming. “I’ve been hit! R…remember mE!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the two. They looked about 6 maximum.

The redheaded child turned to you. “Oh, who’re you?”

“I’m Y/N, your-“You paused. You shouldn’t make any rash assumptions. “Master Crepus hired me. Is he here?”

“Papa’s upstairs in his office. But he did leave us this.” The child handed you a paper, outlining your tasks for the day.

“I guess I’ve got to take care of you two. So,” You bent over to his height and ruffled his soft hair. “What do you want to do?”

“We were playing pirates...but if you can take us outside…” The kid’s eyes were wide with pleading. The infamous puppy dog eyes. You crumbled.

“All right, all right. What’re your names first?”

The child with blue hair stood up and dashed over. “I’m Captain Kaeya!”

“No, you’re not.”

“Shush Diluc.”

“Kaeya and Diluc then.” You smiled at the two.

“Actually, it’s Diluc and Kaeya.” Diluc corrected. “I’m older.”

“Diluc and Kaeya,” You amended. “Shall we go outside?”

“Woohoo!!” The two boys ran outside quickly, you chuckled and followed them.

  They played for hours upon hours. Would they ever run out of energy? The sun had started to set, you ordered them back inside. You were met with a taller man with red hair similar to Diluc’s. His foot was tapping against the floor, his arms were crossed.

Diluc and Kaeya stopped short. Their heads hung low. “Sorry Papa.” They said in unison.

(Y/N: 😀😀 I’ve been lied to)

“I’ll ask this one time. Who let you two out?” The man ordered.

You gulped and met the eyes of the man. “I did sir. I deeply apologize.”

His eyes met your and his expression softened in a way. Maybe it was due to how sheepish you looked?

“A common mistake. These two can easily win people over.” He emitted a warm atmosphere now, and he walked over and ruffled the hair of his sons. “But it won’t happen again. Not without permission.”

“Yes sir, of course.” You nodded. You were incredibly relieved of Master Crepus’ easy-going nature. You had a feeling working here would be fun.

Everyday was a new adventure, caring for the Ragnvindr boys. You played pirates, attended parties, watched over their lessons. You smiled and listened and watched over these boys like they were your own, in some way you felt like a parent yourself. You loved this feeling and wanted to cherish it.

You had held your occupation for over a year now and you have never been so fond of the household. Crepus tells the boys such wonderful stories at night, shifting his tone for each characters to make the audience giggle. Taking tour along the winery, pointing out all the wildlife.

While it’s true Crepus does spend a majority of his time working, when he comes out it’s like the sun peeking from behind clouds, a rare, warm event.

“Mx. Y/N, Mx. Y/N!” called Kaeya. He clutched several letters in hand. “You got something in the mail! I’m not sure why it came here though…”

“No matter, thanks for the delivery.” You ruffled the kid’s hair like you always did.

He giggled and ran off, leaving you to address the letter privately.

  Dearest Y/N,

I looked upon you on a moonlit night, astounded by your beauty

I see you each day, blown away by your kindness

I’ve come to the terms of my own feelings, but I am unsure of yours

Please accompany me to Windrise, a picnic awaits

  You felt increasingly flustered the longer you held the parchment. It wasn’t signed, no, but you planned to accept. What’s the harm if you did? You would probably need to request time off from Master Crepus…

You knocked on the door to his office, out rang a gruff voice. “Come in.”

“Master Crepus?” You peeked through the doorframe.

His expression softened at the sight of you. “Yes Y/N?”

“I received a letter earlier, inviting me to go to a picnic. I was planning on accepting, may I request time off?”

He pondered this for a second. “Yes, of course.. Take the rest of the day off, actually.”

“Really? I couldn’t do that Master Crepus, I really couldn’t.”

“Nonsense. You deserve a break.”

You looked hesitantly at your boss but gave in. “Alright. But tomorrow I’ll arrive early.”

“If you insist.”

You nodded and stepped outside of the office to inform the boys you were leaving and that they were expected to behave themselves for the hours you were gone.

The wind blew lazily in your hair as you walked to the roots of the Windrise tree. A small blanket was set up with a basket and candles. You sat carefully on one side, promising yourself to not look just yet. You heard a slight shift and peeked at your suitor. You gasped at the familiar face.

“Y/N-“

He looked extremely worried and hesitant, which was honestly fair. You erupted into a small smile. “Did you mean all of those things? In the letter?”

“Of course. All of that and more.”

You felt blush creep onto your cheeks. You looked down at the blanket. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.”

His voice reassured you easily, like how his stories could lull Kaeya and Diluc to sleep.

You scooted closer to him and muttered something about eating the food. The two of you dined together while Crepus occasionally told stories and jokes to make you feel more at ease. It was nice, seeing Master Crepus able to relax. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy how he’d want to spend his time with you.

The veil of night spread over the sky. You bid Crepus farewell.

“You could stay at the winery if you wish.” He offered.

It was rather far from home. You lived alone anyways, it would be quite lonely, sitting in a silent home. You nodded and turned towards the manor. He silently asked permission to grab you by the waist, after your confirmation he snugly held you in a sort of half hug.

The two of you arrived and he hesitated outside of the guest room.

“Thank you for accompanying me.”

“Thank you for the invitation.” You reply with a smile. He kissed your hand softly and walked over to the master bedroom, disappearing for the night.

You awoke with a smile, remembering the acts of last night. You hummed contentedly as you got dressed and walked through the manor. Diluc and Kaeya were both already awake, reading in the family room. When Kaeya caught sight of you he looked excited.

“How did it go?”

Both you and Diluc replied “How did what go?”

“Oh, come on~” Kaeya set down his book and walked over to you. “You know what I’m talking about. Papa was very excited that you went, he put extra effort in his story last night.”

You became flushed and tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. “That? Oh, it was wonderful. But it’s between me and your papa, alright?” You booped Kaeya on the nose and he giggled. “Don’t you two have classes to get to?”

The two boys nodded and dashed off, though you caught a hint of Kaeya whispering something. Couldn’t stop him from gossiping. As usual.

Crepus walked into the family room. “Ah, I was just about to get them.”

“Good morning Master Crepus.” You said meekly.

“Let’s not bother with formalities.” He smiled and gave you another kiss on the hand before carefully grabbing it and pulling you into a dance. Music drafted from somewhere nearby. You had no time to regain your composure, so you just focused on the steps. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Kaeya and Diluc peeked from a doorframe, giggling. You caught their eye and you smiled as their expressions became surprised and the duo dashed away.

“Is something wrong?” Crepus asked.

“No, no of course not.” You looked back at the man and smiled as his gentle expression.

Each day there was something new. He made you breakfast. Bought you gifts. Wrote you letters. Called you “my fawn” or “sweet flower”. You were totally and indefinitely entranced.

You remembered these days with a bittersweet heart as the rain dripped down from your umbrella onto your hands encased with black silk.

You remembered these days during your silent grieving with Kaeya.

You remembered these days when you saw that little velvet box on Crepus’ desk and broke down in sobs. Diluc had found you that day and comforted you, but you could hardly hear him over your throbbing heart.

You looked at the two older boys, turned away from each other. Their world had been torn apart. Your world had been torn apart.

“Can we go play pirates?” You ask with a sob.

[absolutebl]

This Week In BL

May 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 6 fin - Chris & Jeno were TOO CUTE we got ALL the tropes: parental passing on the torch of care (a rare one), hair drying, hair touching, the prom with everyone was in adorable suits (Tang Yi approves), GOOD kisses, confessions galore, boop (+ bonus pool boop), tumblr now thinks they’re lesbians (new trope I’ve just decided on), claiming, rooftop assignation. Conclusion? This is one of the best BL pulps I’ve seen in a really long time. We are PLEASED! 

Y-Destiny Ep 7 - a pretty classic take on the “reformed player/rake” romance trope plus a ton of BL visuals like back hug, messy eater, rooftop assignation, and pillow clutch (a Cheewin signature). Cheewin sure knows his tropes (he should, he started a lot of them and his YYY Special is nothing but a trope parody pastiche, it’s Absolute BL before Absolute BL and A LOT weirder). 

Lovely Writer Ep 11 - The casting closet has come to play. I really like that LW is taking the industry and fans to task. It’s hard to watch sometimes, but it SHOULD be a little squirmy and uncomfortable. This was an excellent Episode 11 and we all suffered for it. I hope they can resolve it well in the finale. They’ve done great work so far, I trust them. 

Close Friend Ep 3: (Willing or Not) - sports kinda romance, it was cute because MaxNat are cute together, but it reminded me a lot of their arc in Why R U, which is to say, short and somewhat forgettable. 

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 5 - am I over this? I think I might be over it. Not into the punching down humor in terms of femme or Sikhs, I don’t like Pi, and found myself fast-forwarding through most of this ep. Mostly I only watch when Mork is on screen. I wanna know why Mork likes Pi so much, but that’s all I’m interested in. Tons of tropes but I’m not even motivated to screen cap, which is saying something. Look, the characters pretty much lack motivation and so I’m losing sympathy. 

Nitiman Ep 1 - oh I like it. This is the standard Thai BL delicious trash I know and love. 2 Moons university setting pastiche, check! Engineering students = gay, check! Instant hate vrs instant love, check! Seme vrs tsundere uke, check! Plus the side dishes are tasty. I’m disposed to be pleased, especially as Fish is disappointing. Sadly they insisted on singing, but you can’t have everything. 

Love Area Ep 1 - I’m not holding this post just for one BL that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to find tomorrow, so I’ll let you know how it is next week. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 7-8 fin - so flipping cute, their little smiles, just GAH. Bit of a dead fish kiss but I don’t care because I loved this tiny show full of soft bois and no one saying anything directly (except our man with the poetry, I hope he finds his true love). Adorable. 

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 3 - HOW IS THIS SHOW SO WHOLESOME? This is possibly the cutest thing on air right now (and I don’t actually like children). Just GAH! The actual Taipei pride footage. I didn’t even mind all the product placement (I happen to like that bubbly myself). It’s just so cute. Everyone should be watching this. It will make you feel so good and happy. Not gonna lie, this ep is ALL about queer found family and I might have ugly cried over the teddy bear at the end - in a good way.  *** Quick note because I think it’s super important: in 2020 Taiwan Pride was called March for the World. Why? Because Taiwan managed to control C19 better than any other country, they were the only country able to hold pride safely, so they did it for all of us. I don’t feel like they got enough recognition for this. 

Word of Honor (China) Ep 34-36 fin - In the end, WoH turned out to be a morality tale about the superiority of agrarian society over semi-nomadic tribes combined with a message about enduring love profoundly undermined by Chinese censorship. It’s like this amazing meal. I ate my fill, and enjoyed every bite, but had a bit too much, and now I have heart burn. Am I upset about the ending? Sure am. Good for them for manipulating my emotions! Was this a great drama? Yes. Did I expect this from China? Sure did. Do i feel betrayed anyway? Sure do. I guess these things are going to have to coexist in my psyche. Along with heart burn. Here have the actual-not-really-epilogue-ending. It's wafer thin.  I’m putting this one to bed. I feel like I’ve said my piece and I want to move on from 36 courses of pretty men in pretty robes full of pretty innuendoes and deadly peanuts. I’ll miss the big fuck off white fan, tho. 

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 5 - still very much enjoying it, the secret identity lies are beginning to unravel, tension is increasing. I don’t see how they can resolve this in just one episode tho, so this series might go longer than 6 episodes (rare for Vietnam). 

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 8 - I demand Boxiang & Zhigang (repping for the healthy LTR and marriage equality) show up in every HIStory installment henceforth. This was a cute ep, lots of good communication & tropes. Still not sure how I feel about the stepbrothers, but can’t complain about their chemistry (waves at TharnType). Speaking of, how awesome that Yongjie caught the man he always wanted, that man is a SUPER bossy bottom, and Yongjie is like ...

Gossip

Crazy rumor that Singto has a new BL in the works (totally unsubstantiated). It’s Still Just Us (frankly, the biggest strike against this being true is how grammatically correct the title is). 

Vietnam is messing with our heads and hearts by putting the leads from Nation’s Brother and Most Peaceful Place together into a delightful little love triangle of... something or other. Honestly, I’ve no idea what this is. The actors playing around? A new series? An advertisement? What? 

Breaking News

Mandee (of Why R U fame) dropped a “mini intro” for something that they’re calling Bed Friend series. HI BEER! But I thought these two (James & Net) were the side dishes for Middle Love AKA Middleman's Love. I am so confused. (Get your titles together Thailand, no one wants you going down the Taiwanese rabbit hole, mm’kay?) 

Taiwan would call it: Middleman’s Middle Love: Bed Friend. 

Top Secret Together got a full trailer with subs. I’m kinda over ensemble pulp pieces (like Close Friend, Bothers, Y-Destiny) but the presence of Newyear makes this one I’m still going to watch. It starts this Friday on Line TV. 

Cutie Pie the series got a teaser (fundraising trailer). Arranged marriage, home/office set, Thai BL staring Zee? Sign me tf up! I am so excited, I hope they can make this happen. Deets here. (Thanks @heretherebedork for the tip.) 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

[liltaz-asatreat]

"You're so easily distracted." w magnus :O? -ise

31. "You're so easily distracted."

Prompt from this list here!

It's a quiet day in the Hammer and Tongs, and Magnus finds himself sitting in a chair carefully carving the spindle of a rocking chair. It's almost complete; soon, all he has to do is sand it down to smooth it out before he gets to work on the next spindle. It's slow but steady work, and he knows that once he's finished with it, it will be the best piece of craftsmanship he will ever make. This rocking chair will win him the title of Master Carpenter in Neverwinter. More importantly, it will be a rocking chair that will hold up against the test of time and be passed down for generations.

That thought settles over Magnus like a warm blanket, and he smiles softly to himself as he continues carving.

There's a creak on the stairs leading up to the apartment situation on the upper level which immediately catches his attention. He nicks himself on his finger and yelps as he turns to look at the cause of the noise. Julia is walking down the stairs, and she laughs. "Sorry, I was trying to stay quiet, but you're so easily distracted. Are you okay?"

Magnus smiles, and it takes him a second to process her words. "Oh! Yeah, I'm fine. Just cut myself a little bit" He looks down at his finger. The cut isn't bad. In fact, it's already mostly stopped bleeding.

He sucks the blood off his finger and shakes it a little before standing up and looking over at Julia who shakes her head with a smile. "You're gonna get splinters in your mouth if you keep doing that."

"Bad habit, sorry," Magnus says with a shrug, not actually sorry at all.

They walk up to each other, and Julia hugs him and kisses him slowly. Magnus wraps his arms around her and melts a little bit in her arms. After a few moments, she pulls away and boops him on the nose which makes him giggle reflexively. In any other context, that might be embarrassing to Magnus, but he is with Julia. He can giggle like a little kid around her without a care in the world.

"I actually have something important I need to tell you now that you're fully distracted," Julia says with a soft smile.

"What is it, Jules?"

Julia thinks for a second before saying, "Promise not to freak out?"

"I am instantly worried, but I promise?" Magnus says uncertainly.

Julia takes a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Magnus stares at her dumbfounded. "You're- you're pregnant?"

Julia nods with a nervous smile.

"That's... That's awesome! You're- Holy shit! I need to make a crib next, and- and- I don't know how-" Magnus' brain short circuits. He's going to be a father? How does one even do that? He shakes his head before looking back at Julia. "Wait, does Steven know yet?"

Julia shakes her head. "I wanted to tell you first, and I figured we could tell him together."

Magnus smiles and hugs her close to him again, and she laughs. If he tears up a little bit from happiness, that's nobody's business but his own. "I love you, Jules. I can't believe we're going to be parents! This is amazing!"

"I know! And now that Kalen isn't here anymore, we don't have to worry about whether we can put food on the table or not. We can raise our kid in a happy and healthy environment!" She pulls away from him again and breaks the hug. "Magnus, I'm going to be a mother!"

"I know! And I'm going to be a dad!"

They stare at each other for a few seconds.

"Magnus, I don't know how to be a mother."

Magnus bites his lip. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. I know Steven will help us out, and we've babysat for Annie before. She'll probably be willing to help too. And Vistra is always telling stories about her kids and grandkids. She'd be a good person to turn to for advice, and Xalver's raised Loriza by himself for the past nine years. We've got people to turn to for help and advice. We're not alone in this."

Julia nods, lost in thought. "We'll need to clear out the study to make it the baby's room which means we'll need another place for storage."

"I'm sure we can figure out an add-on to the shop for extra storage space," Magnus says. "Why don't we worry about the logistics of it later. We should celebrate!"

"Celebrate what?"

The front door jingles as it closes behind Steven who is carrying a bag of groceries. Magnus takes it from him and walks into the kitchen to set it down with a ridiculously large smile on his face.

"Dad, I'm pregnant!" Julia says.

Steven is silent for a minute before he smiles and says, "Congratulations, Jules!" He hugs her and pats her on the back. "This is cause for celebration. I still have a bottle of wine in the back of the pantry. We can open that with dinner."

"Thanks, dad."

Magnus smiles as he watches his little family embrace, and he smiles wider at the thought that there's going to be a plus one in less than a year. And he doesn't have to worry about losing them ever again. Kalen is gone and never coming back. He's fought for that and gotten his happy ending.

He's with his family, and he's home.

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Tᕼᗴ ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ ᗩᑎᘜᗴᒪ

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

Chapter 5: Don't Jinx It!

·•·—–·•†•·–—·•·

Chloé Bourgeois... A girl that can be described in many words

"She's absolutely ridiculous! I can't believe you have to do an art project with her of all people!" - Alix sprawled out on Marinette's balcony

"She can't be that bad, besides we might become friends." - Marinette sketching some designs

"Believe me, even I think she's a bit much... She's snobby, annoying, rude, immature, spoiled, she basically has the “I'm better than thow” attitude to a T."- Kagami sitting next to the flowerbed while reading a literature book

"See? Even Kagami agrees... Just don't talk to her, actually don't even move if you're in her sights. She's like a T-Rex, she can't see you if you don't move." - Alix

… … … … …

"Hello, I'm Marinette, it's nice to meet you." - Marinette reached out her hand as she smiled

*Que Alix facepalming herself while Kagami lets out a sigh*

"Whatever, I'm Chloé, but I'm sure you already knew that." - Chloé

They started their project and most interactions went the same way, Chloé would sit in a chair near the window and paint her nails while Marinette did all the work. The next day Marinette and Chloé were the only ones in the art room.

"Okay, let's get started." - Marinette skipping her way over to the art supplies

"You do that, I'll just sit over here." - Chloé walking to her chair

"... Say, is it fun painting your nails?" - Marinette looking over to Chloé

"Of course, what girl doesn't like nail art?" - Chloé

"Well, painting on a canvas is kind of like nail art, here try painting something." - Marinette handing Chloé a paint brush

"Please, I don't do art." - Chloé refusing the paint brush

"But you ‘Paint’ your nails." - Marinette

"It's different!" - Chloé

"Okay, how about this, if I can do a magic trick for you, will you try painting just a little bit?" - Marinette

"...Fine, impress me." - Chloé giving Marinette her full attention

Marinette pulled a seed she got earlier that day out of her pocket and showed it to Chloé

"A seed?" - Chloé giving an unimpressed look

"I'll turn it into a flower, as you can see I only have this seed, and there's nothing up my sleeves. When I turn back around this seed will be a flower, are you ready?" - Marinette still holding the seed for Chloé to see

"Just do it already." - Chloé

So, Marinette turned around putting her free hand over the seed, and imagined it growing. When Marinette turned back around, all Chloé saw was a fully bloomed Common Rockrose flower, leaving her stunned.

"How did you do that?!" - Chloé walking up to Marinette to get a better look at the flower

"Family secret." - Marinette with a small smirk - "So, you want to try painting now?"

"... Fine." - Chloé pouted her lips and sat down at an empty canvas while Marinette walked to the table beside it, and Marinette may or may not have seen a small smile on Chloé's face while she grabbed some more paint.

After about 30 minutes Alix and Kagami came in and found Chloé and Marinette flinging water paint at the canvas

"Ha!" - Marinette whiped her arm out, watching as the wet paint from the brush splattered onto the canvas

"Ha HA!" - Chloé doing the exact same motion, but with a little more flare

Kagami and Alix just stared in amazed silence... they had created a master piece... It was a magnificent painting showing a meadow with many flowers in an almost hazy dream kind of look,  it had a blue sky and a faint rainbow in the background behind some clouds on the horizon

"It's *sniff* Ridiculously beautiful..." - Chloé

"And you thought painting was boring." - Marinette teasing Chloé

"... Isley-Quinzel, look me in the face and say that again." - Chloé

"And you- ("Boop" - Chloé) -Hey!" - Marinette got booped on her nose by Chloé's paint covered finger

"I admit it was fun... to some extent. Now lets act like this never happened." - Chloé getting ready to leave

"How the hell did you get Chloé to paint?!" - Alix snapping out of her surprise, which caused Chloé to get startled and trip, knocking the paint onto Marinette and herself in the process

"Well... that was a colorful entrance." - Marinette now covered in blue, pink, green and red paint

"Utterly Ridiculous!" - Chloé now covered in yellow, dark green, and blue paint

"Ooops?" - Alix shrugging her shoulders

*facepalms* - Kagami

… … …

Marinette and Chloé had to walk around school covered in paint, definitely getting a few awkward stares from the other kids. About an hour later, each pair of students presented their shared work of art. When Marinette and Chloé went up, both holding their masterpiece while still covered in paint, stunned the other students.(Not because Chloé was 1. covered in paint, 2. actually carrying the painting, and 3. had a smile on her face) Needless to say they got an A+, and for the rest of the day Marinette, Chloé, Alix and Kagami hung out laughing and having fun. Not long after that the other kids started making bets on who Marinette would befriend next, and how long it would take for that someone to be an instant friend.

Chloé ended up spending a lot more time with the GPS and eventually...

The girls sat around in a circle within Marinette's room with all the lights off, only having a single lamp in the center of the room to add an ominous glow

"Are you ready to take the oath?" - Alix

"Yes, but why do we have to make it look like some utterly ridiculous ritual summoning?" - Chloe

"I agree with Chloé, I'm not allowed to summon the unnatural or paranormal." - Kagami

"Well, let's forget the paranormal stuff for now, ehem. Chloé Bourgeois, do you promise to always have our backs..." - Marinette

"Through the good and the bad..." - Alix

"To say the truth and nothing but the truth." - Kagami

"Wrong oath Kagami." - Marinette whispering to Kagami

"...... To always stay on the path that is straight and true..." - Kagami

"To uphold the justice in this crazy world..." - Alix

"And to guide those who have abandoned the light... Are you ready to join the GPS?" - Marinette

"Yes." - Chloé

"Girls, time to eat- ... Marinette, please tell me you aren't summoning the unnatural like Harley did that one time." - Selina just opening the door and seeing basically a ritual gathering

"In mom's defense, she was trying to get rid of the spooky spirit." - Marinette

"That was from a story Ed made up that one time, you wouldn't stop seeing the shadows ‘moving’, and then Harley thought she saw them move, and she ended up doing a ritual to get rid of it, but we ended up with the cursed toaster ghost. And now all bread we toast is burnt back home." - Selina

"... But burnt toast is the best!" - Marinette

"Ivy told you that it would make you grow quicker, which then tricked you into liking burnt toast, which isn't tasty at all." - Selina

"*dramatic gasp* You Take That Back!" - Marinette

"Nope, now come down in 3 so we can eat." - Selina closed the door and walked away

"You girls agree with me right?" - Marinette turning to her friends

"... Marinette, how can you think burnt toast is good?!" - Alix

"It's... burnt." - Kagami

"Ehhh, it's okay." - Chloé

"Thank You!" - Marinette hugging Chloé

"... un-second thought, I retract my ‘yes’ to that oath." - Chloé

"Too late." - Kagami

"You're stuck with us..." - Alix then leaned over and whispered in Chloé's ear - "Foreverrrrr."

……… ……… ………

After they had their food they went back up to Marinette's (ritual free) room and started playing Ultimate Mecha Strike 2.

After a few rounds of Marinette dominating Ultimate Mecha Slaughter Strike 2, they moved on to watching some Jurassic Park

"So... your mom cursed your toaster?" - Chloé

"... maybe." - Marinette

"Honestly though, who in their right mind likes burnt toast?" - Alix

"Apparently Marinette." - Kagami

"It's kinda like thin burnt rice crispy treats, just minus the sugar." - Marinette

"*dramatic gasp* You Take That Back Right Now." - Alix

"You don't even know what rice crispy treats are, do you." - Marinette now looking away from the TV and directly at Alix

"Not a clue." - Alix

"It's an American treat, it's actually really good, not to sweet, and not to crunchy." - Chloé

"This is why you are part of the GPS." - Marinette hugging Chloé - "You understand most red blooded American treats, and for that I give you my thanks." - Marinette now starting to tear up

"What are we, chop liver?" - Kagami pointing to Alix and herself

"Well unlike you two, I have seen the other side... I swear, they're all hillbillies, and they live in the worst weather ever! Sunshine state my ass, more like out door saunas 24/7." - Chloé ended up mumbling her last few words

"... That's Florida, and it's not that bad, it never gets hotter than 115°F, and that's during summer." - Marinette

"... No wonder you like burnt toast... your brains were burnt with it." - Alix

"I didn't live in Florida, I lived in New Jersey, and the weather is better there." - Marinette

"That's what she said." - Kagami stuffing her face with popcorn

……… ……… ………

Over the course of the next few months Marinette taught the GPS all she knew about parkour and self-defense, at first they wondered why she knew so many different techniques of self-defense, until she explained where she grew up had a few unpleasant people. They still think she's meta.

When Winter rolled around she was to head back to Gotham for the next month and a half. She was packed and ready when the GPS burst into her room.

"Don't leave! I need an Ice skating buddie!" - Alix clinging to Marinette

"You have Chloé and Kagami, besides, I'm pretty sure Kagami is better on the ice than I am." - Marinette accepting the fact she won't be getting Alix off her anytime soon

"It's Not The Same!" - Alix becoming a human koala on Marinette's back

"She's going to see her family, show some restraint!" - Chloé detaching Alix from Marinette

"No!" - Alix getting out of Chloé's grip and reattaching herself to Marinette

"There's a new attraction with a big ramp jump for the ice skating rink." - Kagami on her phone

"Really?! Let me see!" - Alix detaching herself to look at Kagami's phone, only to see the normal boring ice skating rink - "You tricked me." - Alix gave Kagami the stink eye

"It got you off of Marinette at least." - Kagami putting her phone away

"I'm gonna miss you girls." - Marinette gave them a big hug

"You better not do anything stupid while you're back home." - Chloé

"I would never." - Marinette thinking of the time she ran from the Bat-Birds

"What city in New Jersey do you live in again?" - Alix

"That's-" - Marinette

"Kitten you all set for Gotham?" - Selina opened the door and saw Marinette in a big hug with the girls - "Oh, you girls are here, hope you said your goodbyes because we're leaving in 10 minutes." - She then closed the door to make sure everything was ready downstairs

"... ... ..." - Chloé/Alix/Kagami - "You live where?"

"Gotham...?" - Marinette slowly backing up to grab her luggage and make her way to the door

"Oh hell No!" - Kagami standing between Marinette and the door

"You're staying!" - Alix clinging to Marinette again

"Gotham's a death trap!!!" - Chloé joining Alix and clinging to Marinette

... ... ...

After some convincing the girls let Marinette go, and she was now on the plane that would take her back home.

"... They really think Gotham's a death trap?" - Selina relaxing in the first class seats she got them.

"It's not that bad is it? I had asked them what they thought could even go wrong." - Marinette

"... Well literally everything can go wrong in Gotham... It's not to late to get off actually." - Selina getting up

"Not you too!" - Marinette grabbing her Aunt's hand

"I'm joking Kitten... you are wearing the bullet proof vest under that coat right?" - Selina

"Of course." - Marinette

"Then we should be fine..." - Selina now sitting back down and looking 10 times more nervous than before

"..." - Marinette put her hands together and mumbled under her breath - "Please don't jinx it. Please don't jinx it. Please don't jinx it. Pleeeeease don't jinx it."

……………… They had an hour delay, had to switch flights and couldn't eat anything because it looked like it would give them food poisoning, and they didn't get a wink of sleep......... but they made it to Gotham in one piece... at 2 in the morning.

"You jinxed it." - Marinette dragging her luggage sleepily

"It can't get any worse now-" - Selina

"No!-" - As Marinette tried to stop her Aunt from finishing her sentence, a truck past by the curb and sent a blanket of powdered snow flying into them - "-say it..."

"...Okay, now it-" - Selina was cut off by Marinette stuffing her mouth with the last secret cookie she had

"Don't anger the jinx gods, please." - Marinette pleading to her Aunt

After Selina finished the secret cookie she called Ivy to pick them up. They waited about 15 minutes before Ivy, along with a sleeping Harley in the back seat, picked them up. As they got in the car Harley jolted awake

"Are we dere yet?" - Harley rubbing her eyes

"Yes, and in our snow covered glory we entered the car." - Marinette giving her mom a hug

"I missed yuh so much, it just hasn't been de same wit'outcha cupcake." - Harley returning the hug

"And what about me, did you miss me?" - Selina getting comfortable in the passenger seat

"Ehhh." - Harley tilted here hand from side to side as she continued to side hug Marinette

"... Have I ever told you how great you are at warm welcomes?" - Selina giving Harley the stink eye

"She didn't mean it, you know she has no filter at this hour." - Ivy pulling up to the stoplight

"In other words her honest opinion of me being back is ‘ehhh’, I'm glad she thinks so highly of me." - Selina resting her head on the window

The ride to their base was peaceful, they arrived and went to their rooms after Marinette gave her moms and aunt a goodnight hug. As Marinette went to sleep in her bed, Bud and Lou jumped onto the bed and curled up next to her, as she stroked their fur, she couldn't help but feel excited to spend time with her family and friends. She soon fell asleep in the calm silence of her room, the last thought she had before drifting off, was that she was happy to be back home.

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Chapter 5 complete, hope you're all having a magnificent day, rockin' all the positive vibes and staying safe !BUG-OUT! 🐞💮🐞

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[tommybaholland]

haikyuu (oikawa, kuroo, tadashi) s/o excitedly calls them to come over their apartment, to show them the new song they have learned on the violin and they wanted to show them first

im sorry, this is long :,)

s/o who plays the violin

featuring: oikawa, kuroo, and yamaguchi

i actually played the violin in middle school so i tried to expand a little more on this.. enjoy!

oikawa

you’re a hard worker just like him so he knows how important this is to you

playing an instrument and being in an ensemble is similar to playing on a sports team in that you individually have to do your part in order for the group to succeed

he makes sure that you’re fully confident in your ability to play new and more difficult songs 

he doesn’t like seeing you struggle or be so hard on yourself but he can only speak for himself and knows how it goes

he knows that you’ll always come around when you’re ready

“why, hello there. how’s my s/o?” he answered with his familiar greeting. 

you didn’t even answer his question, getting straight to your point. “toru, can you come over soon?”

he laughed lightly at the urgency of the statement. “hold on, sweetheart. maybe we should go on a date first.” 

your silence was seemingly unamused by his joke. “i’m being serious, babe. i need to show you something so can you please come?”

“you know i just like playing with you, babe. of course. we’re cooling down at practice now and then i’ll be there in 15.”

“yay! i’ll see you then.”

“can’t wait, baby. love you.” 

he let himself into your apartment, like always, and proceeded to where he knew you would be. 

he knocked on the door frame of your bedroom. “is there a beethoven that lives here?” 

you turned around, shaking your head as you strode over to greet him with a hug and kiss. 

“hey, sweetie. sorry i’m a little sweaty.”

“it’s okay. but you know that beethoven didn’t play the violin, right?”

he scoffs, feigning offense. “can you just humor me? i try really hard with the music references, you know.”

“i know, toru. i love when you do,” you reply, giving him another hug. you then pulled away to get back to what you originally called him over for. 

“okay. are you ready?”

“yep. let’s hear it, baby,” he replied, taking a seat at your desk. 

you began playing, facing away from him and towards the window. you liked to play in front of the window in your bedroom as you always liked to say that the natural lighting provided a more peaceful setting. seeing the silhouette of your figure while you played was his favorite part. 

you’ve played for him so many times that he developed a sense for when the music was about to end, much to your surprise. with this, he always claps early so that you’re smiling for him when you’re finished. 

“yes, that’s my baby right there!” he reacts as he gets up from his seat, continuing to clap until he has you in his arms again, giving you a few praising kisses. 

when he pulls away, he keeps his hands caressed over your shoulders. 

“is this why i haven’t seen you lately, hmm? you’ve been practicing real hard? aww,” he coos, hugging you tightly after you nod. 

“well, it looks like all that hard work was worth it,” he remarks. “but let’s go do something now because i have missed you so much.” 

kuroo

he’s very honored that his s/o is someone so talented like you

he likes watching you play the violin as much as you like watching him play volleyball 

even if it’s just watching you tune the instrument or play some scales 

like you just watching him block or serve a ball 

there are times though when he feels you’re not getting adequate rest because you’re practicing so hard 

he hadn’t seen you much at all that week. he tapped on your contact in his phone, hoping that you’d make time to spend with him, given that it was friday night. 

“oh, perfect timing,” you spoke immediately when you answered. “i was just about to call you.”

“really?” kuroo smirked. “well, that’s good to hear. i guess i just have a sixth sense, babe.” 

“can you come to the practice room, like, now?”

“practice-- baby, i thought you were at home. why are you there now?”

“i just wanted to work on this piece a little longer and then i guess time slipped away from me. so can you please come over here now, please?” 

you had repeated please twice so he knew that it was serious. he chuckled at your cute tenacity. 

“of course, babe. be there soon.” 

“oh, good. you’re here!” you remarked as he entered the smaller room. you quickly strode over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to where you were working. he looked around to see sheet music everywhere along with several empty coffee cups and some food wrappers, as well. 

“gosh, babe. it’s like you live here,” he joked. “i hope you’re not sleeping in here too. it doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“i may have dozed off a few times in here,” you answered candidly as you grabbed your violin and bow and fixed the sheet music on the stand. 

“okay. ready?” 

he nodded and you proceeded to play. there was something about how you looked when you played. you were so focused and looked like you could actually feel the music as you played it. that effect spread to others because he could feel it in every inch of his body. it’s a familiar feeling that he’s so lucky that you would share something like this with him. 

when you were finished playing, he found himself stumbling over his words. 

“wow, beautiful. that was...beautiful!” he praised, walking closer to you.  

you laughed at his goofy compliment and thanked him before laying your instrument back in its case. 

“but why didn’t you just play it at your apartment?”

“i felt like i wouldn’t be able to since i’ve been grinding away at it here. i’m sorry.”

“no, kitten. you don’t have to be sorry,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you. “and i know you’ve been working hard but you could play it well anywhere.” 

you nodded gratefully and leaned in to give your pretty boyfriend a kiss, realizing that you hadn’t greeted him properly when he arrived. 

“now, let’s go get you some real dinner,” he proposed as he took your violin case in one hand and yours in the other. 

yamaguchi 

he’s naturally very curious about your life as a musician 

it’s nice energy to have around because at one point, you felt embarrassed when having to carry around your huge case with your instrument inside 

but he didn’t care at all and didn’t want your talent to go unnoticed or without appreciation 

he’s your biggest (and cutest) supporter out there

reciprocity is an emphasized aspect of your relationship and he tries to be as uplifting as you are for him with volleyball

you had been frustrated since you received the latest sheet music for your orchestra group. it was by far the most difficult piece that you had to learn. it seemed like you had an issue at almost every measure and had yet to master vibrato. 

it was plaguing your mind to get it right and when you weren’t playing, you were thinking about how to overcome this block. 

your boyfriend had seen you progress into obsession with perfecting the playing of this song. on one hand, he understood it because it was your sense of pride that pushed you to want to become better. at one point, however, you were so upset that you wanted to quit and that’s when he felt he had to step in.

“this is so stupid,” you huffed, rubbing your hands over your eyes as angry tears threatened to spill over. 

“no. it’s not,” he disagreed. “come here, peaches.” 

he held and comforted you over the woes of not being good enough.

“i know you can do this but i think you may be stressing yourself out too much over it. it’s worth the effort but not breaking down your entire emotional state.”

from then on he was diligent enough to try to help you take breaks when you needed or to give you space when you wanted it.  

“tadashi,” you addressed your boyfriend one day over the phone. “i would like for you to come over so i can show you something.”

“sure, babe! i’ll come right now,” he replied. “does this have anything to do with music?”

“i’m not telling you,” you answered in a sing-song voice. “you’ll just have to see.”

“hey, cutie,” he greeted as he entered your apartment and found you in the living area with your violin out and everything. he walked over towards you as you returned the greeting, where he gave you a sweet kiss.

“so it looks like i was right?”

“yeah. you were,” you affirmed. “what else would it be though, honestly?”

“i don’t know. maybe you just wanted to spend a little time with little ole’ me,” he joked while wrapping his arms around you, giving you a good squeeze. 

“that could’ve also been part of it,” you chuckled. “thanks for coming anyway.”

“of course, my pretty peaches,” he replies, booping your nose. “you call and i am there.”

you respond with a smile and another kiss before instructing him to sit down on the couch. you fiddle with your sheet music and stand before turning towards him again. 

“this is still very much a work in progress but i think i’ve finally gotten somewhere with this one.”

he nods with a cute grin and you begin playing. he recognizes it, after several measures, as the piece that was giving you so much trouble. he smiled at how you looked much more confident in your playing and if you made a mistake, he couldn’t tell. even though he didn’t personally know too much about music, he could relate with volleyball. it’s that satisfying feeling of getting better at something that you’ve been working so hard on and that work finally shows. 

he kinda got lost in the music that he didn’t realize that you were finished and he hadn’t said anything yet.

“like i said, it’s a still a little rusty but that’s the best play through i think i’ve done so far.”

“that was rusty?” he said incredulously. “i thought it was amazing, babe!” 

you thanked him and he got up from his seat to give you some more love.

“aww, come here,” he beckoned, wrapping you up in his arms again and pressing kisses to the side of your head. 

“i am so proud of you, peaches. i love you so much.” 

you love him too and you’re so happy that you have such a sweet and supportive person by your side.  

twas a good one, haikyuu night! send in those requests for next time..