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roadkillxd · 1 month ago

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Alpha price fucking his little omega through his heat? Maybe it’s a poly where reader is the entire team’s omega (if you’re okay with writing that, ik you just did a poly team x reader) and they help their baby boy through his heat together as one big strange dysfunctional pack

Two years late, but...

Poly!141 x M!Reader ↪ 1998 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — cis male dominant alpha Price, cis male switch alpha Ghost, cis male switch alpha Soap, cis male switch alpha Gaz, dual-sex male submissive omega reader, a/b/o dynamic, pack hierarchies, voyeurism, breeding, gangbang/group sex, scenting/scent glands, knotting, natural lubrication, biting, oral sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unsafe sex, and established relationship.

While the op had been successful, it had run overtime, head on into a near week long blizzard that had snowed the team into the safe house and made neither extraction by air nor land possible. The few extra heat suppressants you’d brought in case of emergency had only done so much, especially in the face of your circumstances.

While the old building was equipped with an even older heating system, the rusted burner hadn’t been run nor the oil replaced in what you could only assume had been years. Soap had spent a handful of hours running safety checks while the taskforce kept (tactically) huddled for warmth, the Scot finally determining the old hunk of junk wouldn’t blow the place and everyone inside to smithereens the second it was turned on.

Safe to run, but the oil was so degraded it burned twice as fast and the tank was only three quarters full, which meant rationing.

Then Soap had mentioned to Price that shit oil makes more exhaust, and while it was the middle of a blizzard in fuck-knows, Russia, they did have valuable (and very stolen) data on them that they’d obtained (very much stolen) not even a few days prior.

So thus, more rationing. Just enough heat to keep everyone from freezing to death, which wasn’t much.

You and the lads had taken two of the three sizable mattresses and pushed them together on the floor, gathering all the blankets and spare linens you could dig out of the basement and closets to make a massive nest to help insulate heat.

The only time any of you got up out of the thing was to shut the heat on or off, piss or shit, or use the little electronic hotplate Ghost always brought with him; heating snow to wash with or make tea with, or cooking the pantry’s stash of canned beans (that’d expired a month prior) once you’d run out of MREs.

Being out of suppressants in a freezing, enclosed space, nesting near non-stop with the four very fertile alphas whos’ cocks you regularly took was already a pretty good concoction for triggering a flash heat.

You forgot to take into account you skipped your last medically mandated heat, klepping an extra box of the little pills from the MTF in order to skip your placebos.

Your heat hit hard and fast, awakening you in the night with cold chills, an obscene amount of slick tacky between your bare thighs, your cock achingly hard and hole achingly empty.

Price, who’d been pressed up to your back in nothing but ratty sweats and wool thick socks, awoke first. The scent of your heat slick made his nose twitch, his throat thick with saliva as his cock grew so hard so quickly he might’ve been dizzy if he hadn’t been lying down.

You keened low in your throat at the smell of his arousal blanketing you—wood smoke and something like wet grass—and shivered at his answering growl, his muscle-corded arms squeezing tight around you as he pressed his mouth to your throat, licking wetly over your scent gland.

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs with a shuddering breath, his beard tickling your oversensitive skin and making you whimper, “Mmh, I’ve got you, lad.”

He sucks bruises around your gland, his free hand wasting no time in shoving his sweats far enough down his thighs to free his throbbing cock. His first few thrusts are sloppy and uncoordinated with the remains of sleep, his prick pushing between your slick wet thighs.

“Please~!” You whine, the friction of his cock slipping through your folds maddening in your heat drunk state. You push your hips back as he thrusts forward again, the bulbous tip catching on your entrance before popping past the tight ring of muscle. You nearly scream as his fat cock bullies into your sopping cunt, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling your desperate moans as he fucks into you.

“Slutty little omega,” he rumbles, his voice dripping with affection despite the words, “gonna wake the others, hm?”

He snarls against the back of your neck, teeth digging in to scruff you before he shoves the blankets down off your bodies. One hand over your mouth and the other gripping your thigh bruisingly tight, he rolls onto his back with you in his grasp, his cock carefully kept sheathed as he plants his feet and begins to pound up into you, his heavy balls slapping wetly against the base of your shaft and forcing your moans up a pitch.

Price unscruffs you, teeth returning to scrape along your pulsing gland. Your head lulls onto his shoulder, gaze turning to the side to see the glint of the dim oil lamp reflected in Soap’s sky blue eyes, locked onto where Price’s prick thrusts in and out with obscene squelches.

His blanket shifts with the movement of his arm, and you belatedly realize he’s stroking himself off to the sight of you being bred by your shared pack Alpha, a mere yard away. You whine longingly, a gush of slick squirting from your cunt as you try to beckon the other Alpha over to you, using your wanton scent to draw his instincts.

The second he tries to move, scrambling onto his hands and knees, the large shadow of Ghost is on him, pinning him down by the scruff of his neck and rumbling so deep in his chest it barely registers in your ears.

“Get first dibs,” he rumbles, pulling up his mask just enough to nip threateningly at Soap’s ear, a warning, before he releases the Scot, shuffling across the mattress to settle between yours and Price’s legs.

“Oh, c’mon, Lt!” the Sergeant bemoans weakly.

Soap sulks, but knows the order of operations is in place for a reason—remembers how the first time you’d gone into heat, Ghost had nearly torn Soap to shreds when the Scot tried to claim you first, the Lieutenants already trauma-sensitive instincts forced into overdrive in the face of your hormones.

Soap knew Ghost only bent the knee to Price when he was like this, and so he grumbles unhappily, and grabs a pillow to hump as he settles in to watch and wait for his turn.

The movement of Price’s hips slows as Ghost nuzzles against yours and the Captain’s thighs, sucking at the scent glands there as if he could drink down both of your scents. His over-long tongue licks around the wet seam where Price’s cock splits you wide, making the both of your hips twitch, before he trails sucking wet kisses up the shaft of your small cock, rumbling happily, the sharp scent of charcoal mingling with Price’s own musk as he takes the throbbing prick into his mouth and down to the root with ease.

You cry out, back arching as he suckles, drinking down the copious amounts of precum your tip weeps. Price begins fucking up into you again in slow, heavy thrusts that have the head of his cock poking against your womb every single time. The movement in turn makes Ghost’s head bob up and down your length, wet slurping and gagging resounding through the room as he feasts, Price’s balls tapping the man’s chin with each thrust.

Soap shuffles over to you slowly, keeping his posture low to the mattress so as to not pose a threat to either of the primary Alphas. Price gives a warning rumble, but settles when Soap merely leans down to lick at the hand covering your mouth, asking wordlessly for permission to kiss you. Price’s hand moves instead to your throat, and Soap wastes no time sloppily licking into your mouth and huffing happily with the uncoordination of your own lips, too fucked out and overwhelmed to kiss back properly.

A growl like a dying engine has you jolting, the vibrations around your prick having you crying out against Soap’s lips. You turn your gaze down to Ghost to see Gaz sidling up behind the Lieutenant, a gentle hand rubbing up and down the larger man’s bicep. Gaz only lets out a placating purr in response, a sound more befitting of an Omega.

“Easy, sir,” Gaz murmurs softly, soothing.

Ghost has pulled off of your cock, lapping absentmindedly at the pulsing flesh as he watches Gaz like a hawk, a wild dog guarding its meal. Over the heady, aroused musk of the three alphas, you can make out the calming honey and chamomile of Gaz’s unnaturally sweet scent as he intentionally pushes it outward, leaning down below Ghost’s head to mouth at Price’s sac, tongue lathering over the course hairs before sucking one then the other into his mouth. Both Ghost and Price rumble their satisfaction, their hindbrains basking in the supplication of one of their pack’s secondary Alphas.

While Price’s thrusts are significantly slower to accommodate the two men forcing your legs apart around their shared bulk, the sensation is no less satisfying, your cunt milking Price’s cock, stimulating his knot in hopes of making it swell.

Price grips your hair with one hand, turning you back toward Soap who’s now knelt beside your head, his cock purplish red and dripping with neglect.

“Go on, Sunshine,” Price rumbles, “been good n’ patient. Be gentle, now.”

Soap rubs his tip across your lips, smearing the pre like gloss before you part your kiss swollen lips, moaning wantonly around the length as he shallowly fucks your mouth.

You can feel Price’s knot slowly swelling, catching on your sore and abused rim with each thrust. Soap has gone from quick, shallow thrusts to slow and deep, the ocean scent of him filling your nostrils each time his pubes tickle your nose. You can feel how stilted his movements are, careful to keep from losing control and simply mounting the hot wet hole of your mouth in fear of setting off the other Alphas.

Ghost’s hand has taken to stroking you, him and Gaz mouthing at either of Price’s balls, taking turns lapping where his knot swells or tongue fucking each other’s mouths with heady little growls and grunts permeating the wet sounds of their lips.

You whine pathetically at the barrage of sensations, your cunt tightening up as you grow impossibly close to orgasm. Price bites down hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder, just below your gland as he slams his hips up, his knot finally popping into you with a wet squelch and a deafening growl muffled and buried into your flesh.

You cum hard around his knot, milking the thick bulb of it as rope after rope of his seed fills you. Your cum, more like squirt, is met with eager whines from Ghost who struggles to lap all of it up before it drips down from your tummy to the bedsheet, earning a soft, amused huff from Gaz as he presses gentling kisses to the Lieutenant’s throat and shoulder.

Soap’s prick twitches in your mouth, your eyes wet with tears looking up at him as he fists his own knot, cumming with just the tip past your plush lips, not wanting you to choke. He bites his lip to muffle his groan, his spend contradictorily bitter and sweet as you swallow it down with a pleased purr.

Price’s knot has barely deflated, slipping out from under you before Ghost is already knelt between your thighs, hefting your bottom half into his lap, pressing his fat cock into you, the warm cum of Price’s load making the Lieutenant moan brokenly.

Soap sidles up behind Ghost, and you can tell from the movements of his arm and the sutter of Ghost’s hips that Soap’s playing with the larger Alpha’s ass, the way you know Ghost likes. Price lifts your head to make you gulp down water before Gaz is straddling your chest, pressing his own cock past your lips.

You realize, fucked out and pleased, that you’re in for a long, strenuous night.

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amazinglyashy · 6 months ago

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hi! i was wondering if i can request lads boys comforting their s/o bc their cat has passed. my baby passed today and i’m grieving really hard. thank you and have an amazing day🫶🏻

Moving this one up immediately in my box just to express my condolences. Your baby was very loved, I'm sure, and I hope you get through this tough time with care <3 I'm sorry for your loss. It's a tough time, regardless of who you're losing. My partner's grandpa passed a couple years back and I remember us crying, laughing and bowling, crying again, and talking a lot. Heck, I went to a craft store right after I heard the news and wandered around for two hours without any goal. I think I bought lolipop sticks. Take care love <3 You'll get through this. I know it's hard.

LaDS men when your pet cat has passed away

Xavier -

Since he lives so close by, your baby was his baby too, so he's devastated. Not equally so, he knows you spent more time with them, and you had them long before you had met him, but still- the pain exists.

The both of you are a bundle of blankets for a long while, just lying in the comfort and going through the both of your phones as you look for every single photo or video that has your cat in it, even just a little bit.

Lots of tears, but lots of laughs as well.

Everything is clear and apparent with every single memory the two of you go through- every little quirk your cat had, every little habit they had-

You both have a really nice time just talking about your cat, and any of the goofy mischief they used to get up to.

Of course you cry, and of course Xavier holds you through it. He knows how hard this is for you, and he knows it'll pass.

But until then, he's got you.

He's always got you.

Zayne -

He may be pragmatic to an extreme sometimes, but when it comes to grieving, he knows how hard it can be on the human psychic.

Not to mention on someone like you, who's already been through enough.

He'll definitely ask you if you want a hug, and if the answer is yes, he'll hold you, squeezing you so snugly and for so long that surely his muscle memory doesn't know a different position anymore.

Warm tea or cocoa, his old cardigan on your shoulders, pillows and blankets surrounding you on the couch, and just…

A lot of care.

If you ask him for any opinions or advice, he probably won't be able to give it to you. He doesn't want to risk anything coming out abrasive when you're still so tender, so he'll settle for condolences and anything comforting he can think of.

"I know it hurts. And you can try as you might, but the hole they left won't ever manage to be blocked out. All you can do is keep going, and hold their memory close."

Sylus -

Deep breath, it's going to be alright.

Loss is definitely something he's familiar with- and it's partially why he doesn't have anyone of his own. Mephisto may have a personality, but he's also mechanical. There's no way for him to disappear, because every bit of data in him gets saved, just in case.

But there's also no way your cat will disappear either, because Sylus has saved every memory of her, to make sure you will always have something should this day arrived.

He just didn't expect it to come so soon.

Doesn't matter what job he has, it's left to Luke and Kieran. He's by your side to care for you in whatever capacity you may need. He takes a lot of initiative, but he also asks you a lot of questions too. He doesn't want to risk making you uncomfortable, and he knows you're extra tender right now.

A lot of physical affection if that's what you need, and a lot of ideas to help you through it- whether he takes you out somewhere to help distract you from the pain, or goes through old memories with you to help you grieve through it, he'll do anything.

For as long as you may need.

Rafayel -

He hated cats.

Except for this one.

That was partially your fault, but also partially the darned cat's fault for being such a love.

He's devastated, both for you, and for himself.

He'll hug you- kiss you. Anything he can think of that usually cheers you up, even though he knows there's really nothing that's going to help right now.

He's been there, he's experienced loss. He knows what you're going through, and unfortunately- he knows that also means there's not really any helping it.

Someday when you're ready- could be in a month, could be three years from now, it doesn't matter at all him- he'll make you probably one of the favorite gifts you'll ever receive from him.

It's a portrait of your past baby, flowing full of life and color with eyes that sparkle almost as well as theirs did back when they were still around.

Almost.

And sometimes, 'almost' is more than enough to help ease the pain.

#.writey #love and deepspace #lads #lds #x reader #sylus x reader #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #<3

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yueichihara · 18 days ago

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Maybe.

From my Love and Deepspace - Rafayel, make out sessions and short ideas. content warnings: f!mc | f!mc x rafayel | Tara very short appearance (I love my lads girlies) | little angst | a lot of fluff | kisses, kisses, and more kisses | I just can't stop thinking about Rafayel's soft, kissable, beautiful lips. They drive me crazy, specially whenever he smirks.

word count: 1,646 words

It’d been a long week at the hunter’s association. Waves of wanderers terrorised a small rural town just outside the city and several back up teams were sent to help out the hunters in charge of the area. It had taken a few days to clean up, a couple more to help out the townspeople. The association’s van had taken your team back to the Unicorn’s offices, where you all wrote your reports in record time. You were all in and out in a little over an hour, not wanting to spend another second on duty. It was a friday evening but you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a meal.

“Do you want to ride with me?” You look at Tara, who’d been the designated data analyser sent as back up for the mission. She’d done a wonderful job, sending you precise locations and number of wanderers, her skills making her invaluable. You’d have almost walked into a wanderer’s nest if it wasn’t for her, the memory making you smile with gratitude.

“Thank you, but I think I need to shake off this anxiety. I think I’ll walk for a while before going home.” She smiles back before crushing you into a hug that you warmly return. You talk for a little while as you wait for her car to arrive, sending her off before turning to the city.

Walking seemingly aimlessly, you watch the people on the streets and the lights on the shops. A kid runs by, calling for her mom and saying something about a new Lumiere Ssr edition card. Suddenly, the tiredness and weight on your shoulders lighten a little bit, the whole scene making you remember why you chose this career. It’s no longer just to be able to stand on your own two feet and be capable of defending yourself. It’s also about defending the smile of a child, and the hug of a mom.

Without you realising, your feet take you to Whitesand Bay. You walk the shoreline towards Rafayel’s studio, the lights of the boats making forms over the water, like little shining fishes. As you walk up the stairs towards the studio room from the beach, you catch a glimpse of Rafayel through the white curtains. He has one of his hands on his hip and the other one on his chin, pondering over the canvas before him. He seems deep in thought, his brow furrowed. You take this opportunity to surprise him, sneaking in through the furthest window, tiptoeing behind him. You’re about to catch him by the waist when he speaks up.

“I should totally fire my bodyguard for letting people sneak into my home unannounced, don’t you think?” You freeze and he turns around, a playful smile on his mouth. He winks at you as he opens his arms for you to walk into. You lay your head on his shoulder as he pats your back. “You’ve worked hard, my love. It’s been a while.” He kisses the top of your head and inhales, the smell making him choke. “Maybe you worked a little too hard.” He says.

Stepping away from him, you sniff your shirt and grimace, gagging at the sight of you. “Go take a shower, I’ll prepare something warm for you to eat.” He cups your cheek and playfully pushes you towards the corridor.

“Okay. Thanks, Raf.” As you walk down the corridor towards the bathroom, you hear him shout from the kitchen.

“But don’t take too long, I missed you too much.” Your smile grows bigger.

The spacious bathroom has an antechamber, and you strip down leaving your dirty clothes on the corner, not wanting to disturb the white calm of the space. Sitting in the corner of the tub, you let water run, throwing a few salts in. You hear Rafayel’s voice from the antechamber. “I’m leaving a change of clothes on the chair.”

“Okay!” As you hear the door closing, you dip into the tub, letting the hot water soothe your sore muscles.

Scrubbing yourself clean took longer than expected, needing to get out and properly brush under your nails to get the dirt and wanderer blood off. Soaking in clean water once more, you smell the aroma of what seems to be fried fish and salted vegetables. Your stomach growls as you change into a hoodie and pajama shorts you once ‘forgot’ here, new underwear, no shirt or bra in sight. You start drying your hair but stop midway, not wanting to spend any more time away from him. So you put the towel over your shoulders so as to not wet your clothes, and head out to look for him.

Following the smell of food, you end up back at the studio. Rafayel is sitting on the couch playing on his phone. You linger by the door, taking in his appearance. His shirt is unbuttoned enough to let you peek at his chest and that tempting mole you always liked, the sleeves are rolled up, his hair being ruffled by the wind coming in from the opened windows.

“You planning to starve yourself to death over there?” He meets your gaze over his phone. Again that look that says he knows whenever you’re around. He puts his phone down and smiles lazily, beckoning you over. “Come here, let me help you with that.”

You walk over and stop before him, glancing at the tray of food on the table and immediately discarding it. He reaches for your hand and guides you over his lap, making you straddle him. You sit down as he takes the towell and starts drying your hair with it. “You’re gonna catch a cold walking around with your hair still wet.”

“I dried it halfway, but I wanted you to do it for me.” You put your hand over his chest, playfully drawing nonsensical symbols over his skin, your focus solely on that mole as he continues to towel dry your hair.

“Cutie, you’re being quite straightforward today. Are you so tired, your shyness went out the window?” Just as he finishes drying your hair and says this, the weight of five days of fighting and being in a fight or flight state, washes over you. Letting out a deep sigh and nodding as a response, you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. You feel his whole body tense before instantly relaxing, one of his hands patting your head and the other making circles in the small of your back. Gripping his shirt at his sides, you put your nose against his neck and inhale deeply, his smell the most relaxing thing in the world. You relax against him, your bodies molding together, as if they were made for each other.

Feeling a little bolder than usual, you brush your lips against his neck before giving him a soft kiss, followed by a graze of your teeth. His hands stop moving and press you down further into him. “Babe, you’re being naughty. You should stop if you want me to let you rest today.” This close to him you feel his pulse quicken, his heart rate speed up, and watch as his neck turns slightly red.

Raising your head, you notice another kind of hunger building up, as you nibble at his earlobe, a soft sigh leaving him. “I guess I am feeling a little bolder.” He cups the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, as you pull away enough for him to kiss you. It starts gentle and sweet, his right hand on your thigh, pressing slightly and drawing circles with his thumb.

Tilting your head, allowing him to deepen the kiss, your hands roam over his chest, fingertips finding the skin on his open shirt and delving further in. His hand that was on your thigh now moves to your back under your hoodie, fingers splaying against your skin, giving you shivers. The touch makes you moan a little but he eats the sound out, and his tongue brushes against your palate. He continues to move his hand upwards, following your spine. He knows you have no shirt, no bra, and presses you down to his chest.

The feeling of you pressed fully against him has made wonders to his lower parts, more sensitive than usual after a week apart. You can feel his size against you, and you teasingly grind against him. “You’re asking for trouble, Miss.” He says finally parting away from you, leaving you room to breathe. He stares at you for a moment and then throws his head back, letting out a frustrating groan. “I need you to eat and rest, cutie.” He pulls his hands away from you, sudden cold replacing them, and presses them against his eyes.

You grind against him a little more, showing him how much you want him. Kissing him on his chin, you tell him: “We could continue this upstairs, and come back later. Maybe.”

“No.” He says. And it’s the one you’ve heard him use with Thomas, the one that has everyone stopping in their tracks, all playfulness gone. “You’re gonna eat now, and then we’re gonna go upstairs and you’re going to sleep for at least eight hours.” He looks back at you, his voice tender but firm as he plays with a lock of your hair. “After that, we may continue. Maybe.” He says the last bit with a smirk, his usual demeanor back.

Smiling at him, you cup his cheek and lean over for a kiss. “Okay.”, you agree. He might be playful and taunting, but he’ll always have your back when you need him. Even despite his own desires. Rolling off of him, you reach for the food tray, putting it between you. “Let’s eat.” For this, you will be rewarding him later. Maybe.

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the-californicationist · 7 months ago

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Cali's Kinktober: Day 08

Kinktober Masterlist ad vitam aeternam - "to eternal life" Johnny "Soap" MacTavish/141 x gn!reader Kinks > mind control, vampires, blood-sucking Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

The 141 vampire coven is terrorizing tiny villages in Northumberland, but you work nights and you really need this job. When a cute guy named Johnny offers to walk you home, you feel grateful for the free security. Unfortunately, you start feeling drowsy and confused. Where do you live, again? “It’s okay, bonnie. I’ll make sure you get there safe and sound.”

No specific body traits or genitalia are mentioned. Gender neutral pronouns used. The only gendered nicknames are when Soap refers to the reader as "bonnie" or "hen" but no use of "lass" or "girl".

This work trip had definitely taken a turn. You’d expected to be at the north edge of England for about three weeks, but it was going on three months for this project with no end in sight. You were staying close to Northumberland National Park, helping map an updated migratory route for the bat colony that roosted on The Sill of Hadrian’s Wall. However, as animals often do, the bats made their own schedule for when they wanted to appear, and you hadn’t collected nearly enough data to feed to the tracker model.

But, you weren’t complaining too loudly. Your cottage was located in a barely-there village called Elishaw, and it was as romantic as it could be. The only problem was that, after the evening sun set and the bats had all returned to their roosts, the closest place to get a pint was a three kilometer hike on a two lane road with no lights, signs, or footpaths.

In the daytime, the view of the area was lovely. Rolling hills, black forests, and green sheep-dotted fields stretched out before you as far as the eye could see. Everyone who drove past you would wave, and you would wave back. It was lovely… when the sun was shining. But, now, as winter chased away the warmth of autumn, it brought grey clouds and a constantly setting sun, making the nights frigid and windy.

It was spooky the first time you’d gone at night, but now that you’d ripped off the proverbial bandage, the second time was no big deal. At this point, you’d been down to the Redesdale pub dozens of times, and you often walked alone, in the middle of the night, bundled up like an arctic explorer, drunker than you’d ever been.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Are ye sure ye’ll be alright by yersel’, hen?” Thomas, the barkeep worried over you in his semi-local Berwickian accent.

“Yeah, Tom,” you smiled up at him, “I only had two pints. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be home before I know it.”

“There’s been talk of wild dogs takin’ to eatin’ the Kilpatrick’s sheep, Tom. ‘S not safe for a visitor to go alone, ye ken?” A man’s voice, Scottish instead of Northumbrian, piped up from the back of the bar.

You hadn’t even realized there were other people with you and Tom. But, the grizzled barkeep smiled knowingly,

“Ah, Johnny. Take ‘em back with ye, lad. Make sure ye get home safe and sound. I’ll worry the night away if ye dinnae go together.”

“No trouble, Tom. Headed that way, besides. C’mon, bonnie. Tha’s us, then,” Johnny paid for your tab and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the pub with a speed and ease that should have been alarming.

But, you had to admit, it was nice to have an escort on your scary road for a change.

Except… this wasn’t your road.

“Hey, I thought that was the way back there?” You pointed through the trees at the path you usually took, the one that was wide open and clearly visible, not the path through the dark forest.

“Dinnae fash, yourself, bonnie. It’s a wee shortcut,” Johnny assured you.

His smile was so easy to believe. The light that shone in his bright blue eyes was intoxicating, and his body was statuesque. He told you all about himself - the town he was from, where he went to school, how he was a sergeant in the RAF. It was fascinating. So thrilling, in fact, you came to your senses about thirty minutes into your trip, knowing you should be seeing landmarks, and yet you were even deeper in the woods than you’d been when you started.

“You feelin’ alright, hen? Lookin’ a little puggled. Think you’ll make the trip, though. Just a bit further.”

“Where… um, where are… you… taking me?” Your words slurred together, and you felt like you were trapped between being awake and being asleep, knowing you couldn’t have drank enough to make you muddle your speech.

“Gonnae stop by my place for a moment,” Johnny pointed to a blackstone cairn that sat on the side of a hill, “Should only be a wee minute. Do ya wanna come in with me?”

When he asked you the last question, he made a point to make you meet his gaze, and when you did, his eyes invaded your mind. You felt as if you couldn’t look away, and the only word that could come out of your mouth was a yes.

You didn’t want to go inside that creepy fucking cairn. There was no way this was actually his house. But, you followed him, your body putting one foot in front of the other without needing for your mind to be on board with the plan.

“You ken,” he talked to you as he held your hand, “Tomorrow’s Samhain. Gonnae celebrate with a wee bonfire, maybe a few more drinks. Want me to tell my mates to set the table for one more?”

Again, your brain blanked out when you replied to him. Had you said yes again? What was happening to you?

Finally, you made it to the mouth of the cairn, and a crude wooden door blocked your entrance. Johnny pulled it open and held it for you, waving his hand in a ladies-first sort of sweep. You couldn’t help but obey. So, you walked into the dark stone hut, discovering that the inside was filled with flaming logs in a round well in the center and rows of lit candles surrounding the space.

“Hey!” Johnny called out into the crude building, “We’ve got company, lads.”

Too quickly, three other men appeared in the room. You wanted to say that they walked or that they ran, but they didn’t. You could lie to yourself about that later, but you knew they had just suddenly fucking spawned there. Your body, however, failed to react in shock like you wanted to.

They were gorgeous; just as handsome and well-muscled as Johnny, but their eyes seemed less kind. There was something predatory about their faces, especially the one with the beard. He seemed cold in a way that was beyond cruelty. It made you shiver more than the cold wind ever could.

“Well done, Johnny,” the bearded one spoke, reaching out to stroke your cheek, “Such a pretty thing, hm?”

You wanted to pull your face away from his touch, but your will was muted, your desire gone, and your sense of self-preservation completely absent from your mind. The only thing you could still do, it seemed, was speak to them. But, even then, it was hard to form the words.

“Johnny asked me to come for dinner. I hope that I’m not intruding,” you went for politeness over screaming your bloody head off. No one would hear you all the way out here anyway. Maybe if you were nice to them, they’d let you leave.

“Not at all, love,” the bearded one said again, taking your coat from your shoulders and tossing it down on a chair.

You felt Johnny’s lips begin to trail their way up your neck as he stood behind you. He was kissing you with a hot passion, his teeth dragging across your smooth flesh. Then, his hands reached around to grope your chest, fondling your nipples under your shirt, pinching them in his hands cruelly.

“How could you intrude?” The tall, Black man replied, his teeth straight and sharp and gleaming in the low light of the room, “Guests are always welcome here, especially when they smell as delicious as you do.”

“Besides,” his gigantic, blond friend responded, “You’re not here for dinner, love. You are dinner.”

As you saw the fangs drop into the hollow of the blond’s mouth, you felt Johnny’s set on your neck. He bit down into you and began to suck from you, taking gulps of your hot, crimson blood down his throat. It felt orgasmic, but there was something so very wrong about it, too. A dying part of you was yelling at you to run, but that voice was muted by the urgency of your pleasure.

Then, panic welled up in your chest. Who were these men? How did you get here? You needed your phone, something, anything to call the emergency line and get the cops over here.

Yet, you were motionless. Your brain felt like it had finally been washed away to a blank, empty slate. It was painful to be drained from your neck and wrists and, now, from your chest as the immense blond lifted your shirt to suckle from your flesh, biting into your nipple with his two, long fangs, and draining your life from you. But, you let him. You let all of them feed and fondle you. You were in their thrall, and there was no escape.

You felt tears roll down your cheeks as you realized you weren’t going home again. You were prey to a coven of vampires, and you’d be lucky if they just killed you quickly rather than prolonged your life.

Johnny shoved his hand down the front of your pants and began to play with your sex, moaning when he found its warmth. He pulled his mouth away from his meal for a moment and asked a question to the man with the beard.

“Can we keep this one, sir? Tastes too damn good.”

“Aye, Johnny,” his leader told him, lifting your chin with his thick finger, “The ritual’s tomorrow, and I know you’ve been a good lad. So, just this once, we can keep ‘em.”

#cali’s kinktober #kinktober 2024 #cod kinktober #call of duty kinktober #graviora manent #by the californicationist #gn reader #tf141 #captain john price #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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snek-of-eden · 9 months ago

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How TOS characters would react if you asked them for a hug (platonic)

this is based on that time i asked all of my teachers and basically everyone who i knew for a hug and compiled all the data into a best hugger spreadsheet. yea i’m neurodivergent and touchstarved why do you ask

“can i have a hug please?”

Kirk:

he would definitely ask you if you were okay

If he knows you he gives amazing hugs, absolutely fantastic. If he doesn’t really know you, you might get a quick, well-meaning one-arm hug

“sure thing, come here <3”

chub is good for cuddles

it’s kinda intimidating to ask for hugs from him, especially when he’s on shift

you feel a bit honoured that he actually said yes to your request

he always does a quick little squeeze at the end before he lets go

his hugs aren’t super tight though

the kind of hug that makes you both smile

wouldn’t rank super high on a “best hugger” list but that’s not his fault, he’s trying to run a ship here and he can’t get too attached to people

you probably wouldn’t get a repeat hug unless you really needed one or you knew him well

he smells like shampoo!

Spock:

he’d definitely raise an eyebrow

it looks like he’s considering saying no but on reality he’d never refuse unless the circumstances were dire

“of course, officer. is something wrong?”

he’s not an enthusiastic hugger but he’s really really good at long hugs

like not-letting-go-until-your-heart-rate-is-steady kind of long hugs

not super tight, not super loose. very medium strength hugs

he would clasp his hands together behind your back so he doesn’t have to touch your skin with his fingertips

if it’s a calm hug he might continue talking about ship duties while he holds you

if you’re freaking out he’s quiet enough that you can hear his heartbeat, which is surprisingly calming

he smells like lavender

he’ll hold on until you’re ready to let go

when you do let go, neither of you will talk about it again but it’s never awkward

he doesn’t offer up hugs if he sees you again, but you know he’d accept one no question if you asked

Bones:

he might not register what you’re asking for a second, because it’s not a request he gets very often

grumbling under his breath about not having time for this, but in reality he’s over the moon

“get over here, sweetheart”

king of platonic pet names. he knows well enough that this is notttt romantic

he smells like antiseptic and pear soap

his hugs are tight as hell, enough that you might have to remind him that he’s not trying to break your ribs

swaying hugs are his thing

while he holds you he’d definitely ask if anything’s up, or if this is a just-because-hug

would complain that this is why he doesn’t get close to patients, while simultaneously rubbing your back happily

once you get past the intimidating facade he’s a softie and pretty easy to ask for hugs

only in private though. never in public

if you do something great in the future he might hold out his arms for a hug randomly

Scotty:

he’s honestly miffed you haven’t asked him for a hug before

absolutely lights up at the question, clumsily putting down anything he’s holding and putting his arms out wide

“tha’s a good kid, c’mere”

he smells like engine oil and grease and something slightly singed. in a good way

surprisingly soft. he’s gentle and squeezy and keeps patting you on the back

he might lift you off your feet for a couple of seconds before putting you back down

very laughter-filled hugs

if youre upset he might try and tickle you a little

after asking, of course

he wouldn’t do long hugs, but he’d be regretful about it. as it is he’s probably neglecting some jefferies tube that’s about to malfunction or burst into flames

after that you’re not getting hugs when he’s busy, but if he’s got time and he sees you in the hall he’d call out “where’s my hug, lad?” (gender neutral) and follow through on it

he’s the one asking for hugs, and even though they’re short they’re very good natured

Uhura:

perhaps the least intimidating person on the Enterprise to ask for a hug. if you were asking all of the crew, you’d do her first because she gives off comfortable vibes

she would repeat your question back to you - “can you have a hug? of course you can!”

the first one to initiate the hug

no swaying whatsoever. she’s like a steady rock, and her hold is the perfect tightness

this is the best hug you’ve ever had

you are going to remember this hug for at least two years

you’re legitimately planning on calling your parent and telling them all about this hug, it’s just that good

she smells like perfume and freshly brewed herbal tea

while you’re hugging, she would definitely go “awwww” or make some sort of sweet little positive comment

you both let go at the same time. it feels like you never want to step away

she tells you that you guys can do hugs all the time if you want, and you get the feeling she really means it genuinely

whenever you see her she’ll hold out her arms for a hug no matter what, even if she’s talking to someone she’ll hold them out knowing you’ll come

#can you tell i have an uhura in my life #anyway if anyone has requests for more stuff like this #ask away!!!#star trek #star trek tos #tos #james t kirk #james kirk #spock #scotty #tos scotty #montgomery scott #uhura #nyota uhura #tos uhura #bones mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #mccoy

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naffeclipse · 1 year ago

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Have you seen anything about Lethal Company? The idea of your cryptid lads watching over and protecting y/n while y/n looks for scrap in their territory makes me smile. They always make sure Y/n meets their quota to avoid any repercussions with The Company

I have seen so much about Lethal Company and this ask makes me go crazy because AUGH I've been chewing on a sort of AU with the DCA in a Bracken-esque role but, perhaps, a bit more interested in Y/N than a monster otherwise would be.

You're just a measly intern. That's all too clear with how the company sends you the utmost dangerous moons searching for loot and scrap. The hauntingly empty facilities and lifeless manors hold the keys to fulfilling your quota for the week, but you're not alone.

On the occasions when you get separated from your crew or find yourself left behind, you feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, aware of something—someone watching you. You carry a piece of scrap that most likely isn't worth the effort (but how could you return empty-handed?) The sinking feeling that, as much as you dread isolation, it would be safer than the near-silent footsteps following just behind you.

Your mouth grows dry. The pulse in your ears begins drowning the metallic echo of your picked-up pace, and then panic takes hold. You burst into a run, racing for the door, and when you frantically grab the handle, a cold, long-fingered touch seizes the cloth at the back of your neck before you throw yourself outside.

In the dusty air of the moon, you turn back to the door, now slammed shut. You drop the scrap to touch the back of your neck—the orange jumpsuit is torn into ribbons just below your helmet. Claws, you think. Claws so close to grabbing your neck and never letting go.

The next day, with only your flashlight and a walkie-talkie, one of your fellow interns abruptly cuts off mid-sentence (was that a scream or just the static crackling?) Left without even a voice for the company, your skin prickles with full-body goosebumps under the eerie weight of eyes watching you.

You turn slowly to look up the stairway you had just descended. The air in your lungs freezes. You clutch the flashlight tighter. Your helmet system blinks across your vision.

New creature data sent to terminal!

In the darkness engulfing the upper platform stands a dark figure with two piercing, white eyes. You whip up your flashlight and beam it on the terrifying being, catching strange frond-like petals of yellow surrounding a flat, disk-like face. Rooted to the floor in terror, you stare. It tilts its head, petals ruffled, in a snap of agitation. It grumbles low in warning.

You drop the walkie-walkie and run deeper into the darkness, your flashlight beam swinging over the walls with the pounding of your steps echoing horrendously through the deep belly of the facility. The primal instincts of your mind take hold, impulses firing to stay alive.

You come to a dead end. A lone light flickers along the ceiling. Cornered, your palms slamming against the bricked wall as if you could push it down, you start to tremble. You turn back, back pressed against the wall, your helmet softly clanking against the stone.

The beam of your flashlight cuts off. You drop that, too. A whimper of fear escapes you when a shadow moves at the end of the long hallway. Though darkly swathed, pale eyes pinning you in place, the figure crouches, creeping forward on hands and knees. The petals about its face have shifted, dropping to the back of the head and swinging down like a tapered tail. You can't look away. The creature tips its head to one side, the appendage trailing over its shoulder like a nightcap. It grumbles low, displeased.

You turn your head away, pressing deeper against the wall. Your every heartbeat is a swing of a sledgehammer chipping away at your ribcage. Bile rises in the back of your throat.

Then silence.

You clench your hands. Slowly, you carefully lift your eyes and gaze at the end of the hallway.

It's gone. The sunflower face and now nightcap head creature vanish like a bad dream in the morning.

You don't move for several seconds, and when you finally straighten and hug your shaking self, you carefully make your way through the darkness. The sinister awareness of being watched doesn't leave. It never does. You find an emergency exit. A chance to live yet. You feel something cold and heavy standing at your back.

You reach for the door when a large hand grabs the back of your neck. A scream jams itself in your throat. Breathless, frozen, you stand very still. It squeezes lightly as if testing the bones of your spine. Its shadow falls over you. Its other hand enters the corner of your vision, reaching for your face as if to smother you through the helmet. It begins tugging on your throat, pulling you away from the door.

"Stay... friend..." it rasps near-silently.

The flashlight in your grip is heavy. Before the creature captures your head, you throw it back at the beast. Light flares when the plastic hits, sparking with one drop of juice still left, and then you rip yourself free. A quiet grunt of pain echoed under the flash. You throw yourself outside, only turning back to slam the door and unwittingly catch a glimpse of the creature clutching its face. Petals twist and writhe around and behind its head in a clash of its early appearances. Between its long fingers, a face, half yellow and half dark with a static grin peeking out at the corners, twists in shock.

The resounding shut of the door reverberates in your head. You escaped. You gasp and clutch your chest. Somehow, your heart is still within you, fluttering like an injured bird in front of a cat. Your system sent new information to the bestiary catalog.

You keep breathing and unsteadily make your way back to the ship, carrying the searing imprint of the monster's hand on the back of your neck.

#bracken!sun #bracken!moon #bracken!eclipse #lethal company au #definitely wasn't tempted to break your neck the first time no siree #he wasn't going to drag you into the darkness never to be seen again ha ha ha!#ha...#lethal company y/n at any given point: bruh how am i an essential worker

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"Silent But Deadly"

The FIRST Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

Background: A stinky stench "rustles up" controversy.

Word Count: 780 words

Warning: Farts, fiery crop dusting, stinky humor, swearing.

The Bad Batch landed on Anaxis at the meeting point with the 212th for a special mission. Hunter led the way and greeted Commander Cody who introduced them to Rex.

Cody’s clone troopers loaded onto their flying transport first with The Batch filing in after them. The door slid closed as the ship ascended on its journey to Skako Minor. All was quiet as each soldier stared ahead, contemplating the scope of this mission...until...

...Hunter suddenly started with a coughing fit.

“You ok, Sergeant?” Cody concerned, watched Hunter thump his chest with a closed fist, struggling to articulate his issue.

“Uh...cough...be...ok...”

Then the ruckus began. Cody and Rex watched as each Reg in the 212th violently protested one by one. Falling out of formation like a line of dominoes.

“WHAT THE KRIFF!?”

“Smells like a Rancor crapped in here!”

“What died???”

“I’m gonna die!”

“Who shit themselves???”

One trooper even tried to put his helmet on to avoid the fumes...to find the horrendous smell was trapped in with him, “GAAAAH!”

It wafted up to Cody and Rex who grimaced and gagged.

Every Reg in the 212th angrily glared back at The Batch.

Hunter, ever the gentleman and a leader, tried to take the blame. “Uh, sorry Lads...huh, gag...too many rations for...gag...breakfast.” He exhaled, fanning himself.

An angry Reg spoke up, “NO! I think it was the big guy!!! No way Sergeant Super Smeller did that!!!”

Everyone stared at Wrecker.

“WHAAAT???” Wrecker clearly had NO clue what was going on...as his sense of smell was deader than a Drydak.

Another Reg threw in his guess. “Yeah! The other two look like their asses are so tight you’d hear a SQUEAK!!!”

Tech’s head shot up from his data pad and gazed over alarmed at the Reg who was speaking with authority about HIS anatomy.

“ENOUGH!!!” Cody bellowed. Everyone immediately straightened up to full attention. “Corporal, open the bay door and air it out!”

Rex, speechless, put his hand over his nose.

Tech quietly glanced at Crosshair. There was a satisfied look on Cross’ face with just a hint of a grin. Cross gave Tech the side eye. Tech glared back at Crosshair with his best dignified, “YOU ASSHOLE” expression. Cross just chewed on his toothpick. He was clearly VERY pleased with himself.

Hunter leaned into Crosshair and whispered. “Do it again and I’m personally throwing your ass off this ship.”

“Mhm...Almost worth it.” He snarked back arrogantly.

Even though quiet and still standing at attention, it was clear the 212th Regs were fuming during the rest of the ride to Skako Minor.

Finally landing sometime later, the men filed out of the ship with several of the Regs body checking Wrecker as they walked past.

“HEY!” Wrecker protested.

“Get out of my way you STINKY BEAST!”

“YEAH, were you trying to gas us out back there!!!”

“THAT’S IT! Tech, gimme your repair torch!!!” Wrecker had enough of this BS.

Tech protested “I don’t see how that’s relevant to this situation...”

Wrecker yanked the torch off Tech’s utility belt and turned towards the two Regs.

“For the record...I’M NOT QUIET!” His voice rising.

“What are you going on about STINKY???” The Reg stood his ground sneering.

Wrecker wasn’t going to let this go. “You know what I like to do???”

Both Regs stood there looking at Wrecker, then glanced at each other, then back at Wrecker and just shrugged.

“I LIKE TO BLOW THINGS UP!!!” Wrecker shouted. With that he turned around, bent over, engaged the torch and squeezed out a LOUD fart that sounded like a TUBA BLAST. It ignited like a flame thrower, shooting out a jet of fire from his bum. The blast rolled over both Regs where they stood. Two high pitched Wilhelm screams were heard as both Regs took off running...their heads smoldering.

Wrecker laughed like a maniac...and handed the torch back to Tech.

Tech embarrassedly cleared his throat. “Uh...I assume those soldiers will need medical assistance...”

Rex turned to Cody mortified. “THESE are the guys that are supposed to help us find ECHO???”

“Yep...” Cody deadpanned.

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Later, after Kix had medically treated the Regs, Cody marched them over to Wrecker to apologize. Both men were noticeably missing two things: Dignity and their eyebrows.

Wrecker couldn’t help himself. “Whattsamatter? You BOTH look so...SURPRISED!”

The rest of the 212th erupted in hysterical laughter. From then on NOBODY picked on Wrecker and he was the regiment favorite.

Crosshair sat nearby on a boulder watching all the action go down.

Hunter strolled up to Crosshair and kicked his boot. “You know this is all your fault, right?”

Cross pulled out a fresh toothpick, inserting it into his mouth.

“Hmmm...and enjoying EVERY minute of it.”

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years ago

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So now that we're getting into the nitty-gritty about the zanpakuto, I'm immensely curious about what you're gonna do with Kaname's zanpakuto. Cuz if I remember canon right, he "inherited" (graverobbed?) the sword from his deceased friend, who we are told is the impetus for his whole crusade and made it his own to honor her. I'm interested to see your thoughts :))

You are remembering canon correctly! Suzumushi is NOT Kaname Tousen's Sword! It's the Sword of his friend/unrequited love interest Kakyo NoSurnameInCanon, who was fridged murdered, and when the central 46 refused to prosecute her killer because of his Noble status, that's when Kaname's crusade began, carrying Suzumushi.

...yeah.

In AEIWAM, it's similar, but instead of a friend/unrequited love interest-

Kaname is twelve when he dies suddenly, and reincarnates in the Soul society as a Tween. He is unceremoniously dumped on a country back road in West 51 with only the clothes he died in and no memory of his previous life besides his given name. Kakyo is also about twelve when she dies, and is dumped about four feet away from Kaname five seconds later, and sprains her ankle on the fall. She remembers her past life ("It Sucked"), and reassures Kaname that the guy that left her here said there was a 50-50 chance she'd lose her entire memory. That must be what happened to him. Kakyo can't walk on her injured ankle, but she can see where she's going. Kaname is a strong lad with great balance, and offers to carry her on his back if she can navigate him towards a village. It takes several freezing cold nights, scavenging for food and a terrifying encounter with a rabid dog before they finally reach the village.

Since neither actually knows their birthday, but were both 'reborn' on November 13th, and because they look extremely different, they decide that they are now brother and sister. And ever since then, Kakyo and Kaname regarded each other as twins.

They actually stumble into a library at the edge of a fairly large river trading port, run by Tomoko Tousen, a retired Gotei-13 Archivist, and her husband Yasuke, a retired shinigami, who gained a surname when they married. They never had children of their own, and it's nice having the young things about, so they adopt the 'twins', and they become Kakyo Tousen and Kaname Tousen. Fortunate, as it rapidly becomes apparent the twins have spiritual powers of their own.

Kaname is the gentler and shyer twin, and closer to his godmother, who figures out how to enchant a pair of glasses so they can 'read' text he looks at and speaks it to him, and he takes to books and archiving and data science like a duck to water.

Kakyo is a litter rougher and more gung-ho twin and takes after her adopted godfather, and dreams of leaving home and becoming a Shinigami herself... but their godparents are elderly, and can't run the library on their own, and she doesn't want to leave Kaname completely on his own.

Still, when she wakes up one morning from fitful dreams to discover she's holding a sword of her own, the whole family rejoices. Suzumushi is a not very powerful Zanpaktou, and strangely eager to avoid conflict for a weapon, and is content to stay in the river town, practicing Katas with Yasuke and occasionally lightly Harassing her weilder's brother- but before the year is out, Kaname has gotten used to sometimes having what feels like a clockwork cicada climb up his back or sit on his head, chiming and chittering while he works.

One day though, Kaname is talking with Yasuke, about how neither of them remembers their previous lives. Yasuke confides that while he doesn't remember who he was or where he lived, there are some memories that not even death can erase, like how his body remembered exactly what to do the first time he picked up a sword.

Kaname has nightmares after that, of picking up Suzumushi and knowing exactly how to wield her.

Time passes, Their godparents pass. And Kakyo stays with Kaname. Neither one really wants the other to be alone.

Then one day, A komuso monk comes to the library, body covered in robes and face hidden by his Tengai. ... A Really Big Monk. His name is Komamora Sajin, and from the way he acts around Kaname, Kakyo can tell he's taken care of people who are frail and missing senses before. Kaname is very fond of him- they have similar natures, and the actually-nine-foot-tall Sajin is very good at getting things off of high shelves and convincing difficult patrons to behave themselves. Eventually, he asks to stay on a more permanent basis, and Kakyo begs him to do so- she needs to become a Shinigami, but she can't abandon Kaname. They agree, and when she tells Kaname "Stay here, and stay gentle." it her telling her how much she loves him, and wants him to be happy.

...So you can imagine how devastating her death was for him.

Doubly so when he arrives in Seireitei to handle her funeral arrangements and touches Suzumushi's hilt for the first time- the rage, the grief of the sword spirit courses through him, baying for vengeance- and worse still, so does his body's memory of how to weild a sword.

He and Kakyo were about as close as humans can get, and Suzumushi knew him for as long as the spirit had known Kakyo- if there's someone who'd be willing to avenge her master's death, it's her beloved 'twin' brother.

...but this implies a lot of WIERD stuff about Kaname and his relationship with Suzumushi.

Sometimes Zanpaktou can be passed from one person to another, incarnating a bit differently each time (like how Senbonsakura is the Kuchiki Family Sword), but other Zanpaktou will die if thier wielder does. Suzumushi is not a particularly powerful zanpaktou- Tousen and Suzumushi are regularly ranked last in the "most powerful captains" fan-polls and rightly so I think. Rightly so, because I think Kaname's power is significantly nerfed by carrying a sword that is not his. Even if he and Suzumushi are particularly close, that's different than his own, and I don't think Suzumushi ever intended to be a heritable sword. Actually using her probably takes a ton more energy for Kaname that it ever did for Kakyo. Futhermore, Kaname might also be spending a ton of energy keeping Suzumushi alive past her time.

Suzumushi only has one potentially-lethal maneuver and that's an alternate form of her shikai. The regular forms are "Spell of take a nap and stop rioting" and "Spell of no for real you're losing your sensory privileges until you calm down". Both are way more crowd control abilities rather than Deuling ones, which fits with both his and Kakyo's characterization of wanting Soul Society to be a better place- Suzumushi is a sword that's practically built to get in the middle of a major battle and get everyone to STOP. And I gotta wonder- were these the original abilities of Suzumushi, or something she crafted for Kaname? Especially his Bankai- That's a weird Banaki for a sighted person like Kakyo to have. Or is it the original, drawn from Kakyo's experiences living with Kaname? Either way, he's either using tools not intended for him, or Suzumushi is heavily deviating from what she was meant to do, as a weapon.

My point is, as good as Kaname was- and he was good, he made Captain (and not just because they were... out of officers after the Turn Back The Pendulum Incident), but he did apparently hold his own in battle against everyone but fucking Kenpachi.

In AEIWAM, he does this by focusing on his technical skill as a swordsman- what he lacks in power or Zanpaktou abilities that are actually useful in Duels, he makes up for in learning really advanced, high-level Kido* and getting damn good at actually using his sword as a sword. In the fic, Kenpachi is a huge admirer and actually kind of Jealous of Kaname's technique- he declares that of all the captains, Kaname is the strongest, because he's the one punching highest above his weight class, while eveyone else (including him) is coasting by on their enormous power reserves or more duel-adept Zanpaktou, yet Kaname can go toe-to-toe with all

"It's like watching a little bitty Bat beat up a Tiger!" He says.

So, if Suzumushi is not Kaname's Zanpaktou, what is?

For that, I think we need to look at what happened to him after his hollowfication.

After dinner. this takes up a lot of brainpower.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant is Warm and Mushy #Bleach #bleach fanfiction #Kaname tousen #Kakyo #Komamura Sajin #Suzumushi #Zanpaktou

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suzie-shooter · 1 year ago

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Alex Rider season 3 unhinged liveblog ramblings scribbled during first watch. Spoilers, obvs. (also fair warning, I am not particularly a fan of Tom or Kyra lol)

Episode 1 - Widow

S2 recap trivia - Alex's therapist is Molly Doran from Slow Horses and married to Alan Blunt IRL

Malta: Ok, so we're not just going to pretend it's Venice lol.

Creepy old men already hitting on Alex. Standard.

"After this we're out of leads." How do you even have any leads in the first place? Oh ok, Smithers' phone. Terrible security protocols from him, leaving that much historical classified data on it.

"Find the Widow - surely he could have given you an address?" First thing Tom's ever said I've agreed with lmao

Aaaand within a second he's back to being deeply irritating, okay.

Yassen living rent free in Alex's head, you love to see it.

"They've got this picture of me being the responsible one." Have Tom's parents actually met him?

Ooh Razim mention.

You maybe want to clean that wound before whacking a dressing on it Alex?

"Do you think you'll ever lose your appetite Nile?" Spat my drink.

Damn, no harem pants then. Scrubs up well tho.

Listing Levin in the opening credits than having him be only a S2 flashback should be a warcrime.

Episode 2 - Lab

"This weapon is called pork sword, wait, no, shit, wrong USB."

"Julia Rothman. Definitely a wrong un." Spat my drink again.

Do Crawley and Pritchard not warrant helmets and visors? Are they somehow immune to shrapnel?

So, room 6, wired to blow, yes? It's what I'd do…

Oh yeah sure guys, they're going to still be sitting there, all unmoving in the dark, for sure that's a person, and not a Massive Trap.

Thereeeee we go. Agent mince. Top of your class huh, well you're certainly at the top now, and down the sides and partially out of the window.

I know there's the whole 'characters don't know what genre they're in' thing but you are literally in the 'working for MI6 genre', you are up against people notorious for booby traps and blowing shit up, why the fuck would you touch something that hadn't been declared safe first? Apart from anything else you're fucking up the scene before forensics get there.

"I love you man." Vom.

Alex: breaks into super sekkrit lab. Also Alex: doesn't have the faintest fucking idea what he's looking at, so not really helpful.

COMICALLY LARGE BOMB KLAXON.

Episode 3 - Enemy

"Welcome to Malagosto." OooOOooh.

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a fic writer's perspective but it does seem a massive anticlimax to immediately let Tom and Kyra know Alex is okay? Like, you could have got a good couple of episodes of angst out of that uncertainty.

"Do you want me to kill them?" Oh God yes please.

Why the fuck have they plugged the USB directly into the network rather than an isolated PC? 'Hur dur we checked it first', you literally believe Scorpia are smart enough to not be bluffing about the nebulous death threat but you don't think they could hide something on the hardware? Fuck's sake lads. Amateur hour.

Is this Home Secretary meant to be Suella Braverman? Or Priti Patel maybe lol. (Equal rights and all that, and if it had been a white male character I don't think I would have thought twice about the dialogue but having both your two new female characters be immediately proved wrong/ massively patronised/ blown up ain't hugely comfortable viewing tbh).

HOW MANY FICS INVOLVING ALEX GETTING FUCKED ON THAT BED HAVE JUST BEEN BORN?

"Are you suggesting we break into a dead man's house?" "It's not like he's going to be there." 😂

"He became a very close friend of mine." Fnar.

Omg making Alex read his father's love letters is hilarious.

Alex: you could have faked that news report Also Alex: handwriting can definitely never be faked (how is Alex even familiar with his dead father's handwriting? wouldn't recognise mine)

Ugh please stop trying to make Alex/Kyra happen.

Alex up the vent shaft. I hope they're sitting casually at the top going - you could have just taken the stairs love.

If he's climbing upwards, why is his hair dangling like he's upside down? Have they filmed this like 60's Batman, and he's just crawling along a horizontal set lol.

Alex never once asks about his mother does he. Given the shagger-John route they seem to have gone down you almost think Julia would be in a better shout of getting Alex to switch sides by claiming to be his mother.

And - yeah, Alex's recruitment just doesn't feel that convincing here. Adding Tom/Kyra/Jack so much to the mix has changed the feel of his life a lot, and TV verse Alex has had a lot less fucking over by the Department by this point too. And Rothman feels too creepy to be effectively convincing him of anything.

"I want you to meet your tutor." FUCK YES FINALLY 🙌 (may have rewound that part several times lol)

Episode 4 - Recruit

Nicaragua: 18 years ago OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

Baby Yassen is adorable, I'm in love.

OH MY GOD THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE FUCKIN SPIDER THING

OH MY GOD THE REVEAL OF HIM STANDING OVER THE SLEEPING ALEX I'M DEAD

(Ok, I'm calm again. For now. We continue.)

"You killed my uncle" - all the hundreds of ways this conversation has been written over the years and Yassen's just like lol get over it 😂 (here for it tbh)

Rothman: He's one of our best Yassen: One of? Bitch.

Yassen watching Alex train like 👀👀

"Did he ever tell you you're no fun?" Oh you want to have FUN with Yassen do you?

Yassen bitchslapping Alex to fuck, both hilarious and hot.

Oh, you want to be WET wet.

"Matteo's the guy with the blanket." Why is that so funny.

Omg Yassen stepping in to protect his boy and humiliating Nile in the process lol. And Alex doing what Yassen tells him, because of course he does 🥰

"This one is my responsibility" 🥰🥰

"What about love, friendship?" Alex has only known Yassen five minutes and is already down bad.

"Kind of lonely though, right?" Yeah, Yassen needs you at his side Alex, so step up and stop being a whiny little bitch about killing people.

Never get in the first taxi, rule one of espionage.

Yep, called it. Tom's like: I'll have my fucking tip back in that case.

This scene is so dark I have no fucking idea what's going on, I thought Nile had attacked Alex, but apparently not. Is Nile officially part of this exercise or not, it seems really unclear lol.

The power of friendship and sparklerabbits saves the day, apparently. Yawn.

Jesus, we really ATE with this ep, huh.

Episode 5 - Revenge

"Would you rather your arms around me, or my arms around you?" Way to make it creepy Tom you skeevy fuck.

"Can we focus please?" "We're multi-tasking."

Sure Grendel, rock up to the super sekkrit spy base in a massively conspicuous car why don't you?

"Yassen will give you everything you need." Oh I BET he will.

Feels sloppy them not removing the diffuser from the vent tbh.

"What does this say?" Alex hasn't inherited John's neat handwriting then lol. Alex leaning into him like that > me making noises only dogs can hear.

"You've put lockpick?" "I left my last one in Nile."

Ooh, suicide pill, nasty. Kind've pointless though, given they've been left with the evidence anyway.

Yassen in Alex's bedroom again, likely place for him to be.

"I don't want you to fail. I don't want you to die." 🥹💕🥰

Yalex roadtrip, let's goooo.

Disappointed they're not making Alex do the Entrapment infrared acrobatic sequence here lol.

If this is Yassen's idea of a date it definitely needs work.

So no surprise scorpions then? Can't have shit in Detroit Malta.

"Why? Why did she kill him?" Well taking things at face value here he was a highly murderous member of a terrorist organisation, so you know, kind've her job.

Yassen does like a casual lean, doesn't he.

Episode 6 - Target

Alex and Yassen have shacked up in London, hope there's only one bed.

Now they're in the back of a van, SO many opportunities for shagging, they're spoilt for choice.

Yassen's impressed look when Alex reels off all the security details, so proud of his boy.

"What happened to my mum?" Finally he wonders lol.

"And I'm good at it. You could be too." 🥹

"You think Alex killed him?" I mean, he was also there with a notorious assassin, so probably not, y'know.

Domestic Yassen cooking Alex's dinner and also cooking him a gun lol.

Smithers' "How I've missed you" ahahaha. Smithers/Kyra much better pairing tbh.

"He's actually quite good at this stuff." Smithers' little snort lmao

Time for Alex to be blacked up/ dunked in a teabag bath/ gussied up. Although he still looks exactly like Alex afterwards, which feels less useful lol.

"You love him, don't you?" Yassen loves him more. I have to say Alex had far more chemistry with Syl, and frankly for that matter with Tom. I really don't get the Kyra agenda.

"It's a dry hole." Alex's worst nightmare.

Is Alex going to look through Mrs Jones' knicker drawer?

Episode 7 - The Shot

Mrs Jones and her tall murderous hobbit son lol. Otto really looks about 58 here.

Hope they bill him for her fucked up fridge.

Is that Bath? Oh, it is.

Mrs Jones casually throwing Alex back into play lol. Maybe she can have a little revenge for him trying to shoot her.

"Everyone breaks into houses." Jack's face lol

Ewww put him down, you don't know where he's been (Yassen's bed, almost certainly)

"Remember they can't hurt you unless you invite them in." "That's vampires."

Yassen arguing in favour of going to rescue Alex MY HEART

"Sit down. I'm going to tell you a story. About your friend, John Rider." HOLY PLOTHOLE TIMELINE PATCHING BATMAN

"John was embedded inside Scorpia for three years." Not the only thing he was embedded in by the sounds of it.

Alex seems to be hallucinating again lol.

Yassen, maybe psychoanalysing your insane boss isn't the safest thing to be doing?

"It's quite mad Julia." Yassen really gives no shits omfg

"I know my place." Yes, at Alex's side.

I like how Julia thought telling Yassen she'd killed John would do anything other than piss him off lol.

Episode 8 - Invisible Sword

"But you do owe me a new fridge." LOLLLLLL

Crawley feeling like a spare part during this lift convo, hahaha

"Smithers, you can do me some kind of tracker, right?" "Yeah, if you promise to keep it on you this time."

Alex is like ohshit I'm gonna die fr

"Not for the agents. They undid their seatbelts." Eyyyyyyyy 👉

Aww they've given him a little baby assassin outfit, how cute.

Where's Yassen, has he just fucked off to the pub?

"For the head of Scorpia, you're a really bad liar."

Laughing at all the other Scorpia agents having to listen to this convo about their boss like we are not paid enough for this shit 😬

"Everyone else is getting what they want, let me have my cereal."

Protecting his boy to the last. Yassen really is purely on Alex's side, we love to see it.🥰

And OMG HE LIVESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌 (I voted yes in that poll, I had faith lol)

Well that was - far more fanservice than I dared hope for, after the meagre pickings we got in the first two series. Yalex supremacy to the motherfucking end, let's go.

#alex rider #alex rider spoilers #alex rider season 3 #yalex

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dr-futbol-blog · 1 year ago

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Childhood's End

There sure are a lot of strapping young lads in this episode.

In Childhood's End (S01E06), we start sowing the seeds of jealousy that we find upon multiple instances both Sheppard and McKay express when it comes to the other's interest in a woman or a woman's interest in them (possibly this already started at the end of the previous episode with the handsy nurse; there Rodney was miffed, here Sheppard is miffed). Jealousy due to romantic rivalry between two men would make sense in a heteronormative context (women are paying more attention to my friend when they should be paying attention to me) but, uh. That is not and never will be the case with these two.

McKay mentions Samantha Carter at the outset and while he doesn't see the faces Sheppard pulls, we sure do. The thing is, McKay doesn't even say anything particularly incriminating. It's the mere tone of his voice when he mentions her name that Sheppard seems to pick up on.

Devil's advocate: Sheppard finds it distasteful that a fellow officer is being objectified. He finds 'locker room talk' crass, even though there's barely a hint of it here. Okay. But then he does this:

This lip thing is something that we see Sheppard do when ever he does not know how to deal with difficult emotions (a notable example is following the hug Elizabeth gives him after he survives a suicide mission in The Siege, Pt III). This is self-soothing behaviour.

The episode also starts with an example of something that I really don't like but which clearly stems from McKay's insecurity: indicating that he is of a superior intellect and that Sheppard is dumb ("I'm sorry: Yes, energy field good"). Yes, he also did that to Sam in the very beginning ("I have a weakness for dumb blondes"; let's preemptively insult the attractive person to take the sting off the inevitable rejection). He did actually already start this with Sheppard at the outset ("I knew that, of course. I'm just surprised that you did").

This is also one of the reasons I think 38 Minutes (S01E04) would have worked much better later on in the season: in it, we have another instance of McKay asserting his intellectual superiority over the others ("I apologise for being the only person who truly comprehends how screwed we are!") because he "reacts to certain doom a certain way" and Sheppard, being in the bind that he is, cuts him short real quick: "You've got to stop using your mouth and start using your brain!"

This is something that we return to time and again. McKay panics and starts going off on everyone around him focusing on all the wrong things, and Sheppard cuts through the fog to get his attention back to solving the problem.

In-universe, McKay is one of the smartest people alive. Some have argued even the smartest. According to Daniel Jackson, he could have won the Nobel Prize several times over. Yes. We later learn that Sheppard is of above-average intellect but obviously he is no match for Marty-Stu McKay because no one is.

Only, when it comes to strategy and strategic thinking, Sheppard is light years ahead of McKay.

This is a very good example of that: Sheppard is teaching McKay how to communicate on a mission. Be succinct, to the point, give only the information that is relevant. Clear communication and simplification of data is vital operation protocol, especially in scenarios of certain doom. Everyone knows that you're smarter than them my guy, he's just trying to keep you and everyone else unharmed.

This episode also marks the hilarious beginning of Sheppard's poor sense of direction. In fact, neither of them can keep a straight line with regards to orientation.

Sheppard can orient himself in the sky but not on land. McKay, as we later learn, cannot keep to a straight line on the ground or in the air.

In the episode, Keras and Sheppard bond real quick. The young village elder seems smitten. Good god, he looks Sheppard intensely in the eyes and says: "I’ll be honest with you, Sheppard. There’s nothing I’d like more than to spend more time talking with you… But it’s not possible." You know, like straight dudes do.

Sheppard also seems to like the boy just fine, although how much of his behaviour is designed simply to stop Keras from doing something he thinks is morally bankrupt is up in the air. They are sitting together, walking together, exchanging personal information.

There's also this:

Keras: Would you stand witness? Sheppard: Me? Well, what do I have to do? Keras: Just be there, as I prepare. We gather the strength from those close to us for the Sacrifice to come.

In the few brief moments they have spent together, they've apparently become close enough for him to ask Sheppard to witness his suicide ceremony. He even takes an arrow to the chest for this man he has just met.

What's real interesting, though, and which I'll return to in connection with Teyla's baby later is when Keras asks Sheppard whether he has any children. He responds: "Me? No. Not yet, anyway." Not yet. Not yet but he might want some one day.

The thing is, McKay's entire arc in this episode deals with him and how he is with children. He starts by being extremely annoyed by them like he's a big child himself. Ford tells the kids: "He's just upset because you're smarter than him." But by the end of the episode he has come to care for these children. He keeps them safe and protected, and makes sure that they haven't been hurt or traumatized by the ordeal. The persistence of these children changed him, and now he seems like he might make a great parent some day. And while they are antagonized by him, the kids also seem to really like him.

Now, what possible, possible reason could you have to bring up one character's desire for children in the future and showing what an excellent parent another character would make in the same episode? Hmm?

#stargate atlantis #sga #sga meta #john sheppard #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. childhood's end #ep. 38 minutes #ep. the siege III

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twisted-art-wounders · 4 months ago

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YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 22

Chapter 22 Escape

Yugi discovers a horrifying truth and now it's time to take action.

Yugi sat back in his chair and let out a satisfied sigh. He placed his now finished deck on the tabletop before stretching his arms up into the air. It felt like he'd been working on this deck for hours but Yugi didn't mind, he knew this deck was exactly what he'd need to counter the Nameless Pharaoh's deck. They shared that old deck since Battle City so of course Yugi knew it like the back of his own hand, but he also knew his former partner was an excellent strategist and could find ways to over come any appoint.

Yugi was always a silent witness to his duels always behind him, watching, studying his thoughts and actions. The truth was if anyone could get into his head it would be Yugi since they did share more then just a body they would share their hearts and without speaking they'd always just feel what the other was thinking. A bond so few people have with each other, it was a bond Yugi once treasured between them. But now that bond was broken by the Nameless Pharaoh himself their powerful chain-their link was shattered by his selfishness. Now he stood upon a crossroads for his fate; for his destiny to claim his name his identity from the imposter who wears his skin.

Yugi's eyes fell upon the Chaos Duel Disk that rested on the table in front of him. Each of the swordsmen and all members of DOMA were granted one and Yugi was no different. He was so used to his own standard Duel Disk it would feel weird to use this new one but Dartz was insistent he use DOMA's custom made Duel Disk. It would help enhance the effects of using the Seal of Orichalcos was what Yugi understood. He decided not to question it much using this one or a Kaiba Corp branded one didn't matter in the end as long as the job was done.

Valon was busy with his phone when he noticed Yugi stretching his arms before going limp in his seat relaxing now that his task was complete.

“So finally finished eh?” the brunette asked with a slight smirk.

Yugi nodded “Yup! I'm definitely ready to fight with this deck!”

“Good lad! But you wont know who you're going up against till Dartz assigns ya so you may have to wait a bit to use it.”

“Assignment? He has to assign us targets?” Yugi looked at the man confused but Valon was still busy with his phone while he answered.

“Part of job mate. But don't worry you'll get your chance again! Heck you took out Pegasus without even knowing it right?”

Yugi thought back to his dream duel with Pegasus; true he didn't know it at the time but he was dueling the real Pegasus and he won. He still felt a sting of guilt over his victory of the creator, Yugi didn't want to hold a grudge against Pegasus but then again this may be karmic punishment for the once evil man who stole his grandfather's soul…

“Y-yeah…” Yugi answered with a touch of shame on his tongue.

As Valon continued to scrolled his phone; lost in the dueling profile of Mai Valentine that was kept on the Kaiba Corp duel servers. Accounts they'd managed to hack since Paradius was in the process of buying up Kaiba corp in full, giving them complete access to their systems.

After going over her profile a few times and not finding the information he was interested in; the profiles were only used to keep tabs on duelist' data, not personal info outside of a name. He figured he needed someone who personally knew her to give him better info.

Finally he peeked up from his phone and over to Yugi; he may have something he could use…so he asked.

“So uh… what can you tell me about that attractive blonde you hang out with?”

Yugi thought for a moment trying to figure out who he meant, before giving him a confused blink and slight head tilt.

“…Joey?”

Valon almost chocked on his own spit when he heard Yugi answer and got up angerly shouting

“What!? No! I meant the OTHER Attractive Blonde! Mai! Tell me about, Mai!”

Yugi held up his hands defensively sweating a bit embarrassed with a touch of fear at his over reaction to a simple mistake. When he saw him sit back in his seat and give him a slight glare Yugi couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

“Sorry! Sorry of course you mean Mai…” Yugi sighed with a smile before he really had to think.

“Well I don't know a lot about Mai to be honest…We met during Duelist Kingdom and she wasn't the most friendliest person to run into, especially towards Joey. He did defeat her in his first duel on the island and she didn't take it very well at all, that's why she got Rex Raptor to fight for her.”

Valon pouted a bit when he heard Yugi mention Joey but he let Yugi continue.

“But she did help us out when we were hungry and shared her camping supplies with us. I even helped her get her star chips back from a player killer. That's probably why she helped get me into Pegasus' castle when-”

Yugi paused for a moment when that horrible memory of the duel against Kaiba reentered his mind. He clenched his fists slightly as he forced himself to push past that memory. It was like smashing your toe into the leg of a side table and having to continue forward despite the pain. Valon had noticed his reaction and raised a brow he wanted to ask but felt this wasn't the time to push him.

Yugi let out a breath through his nostrils and continued.

“…Mai is a strong duelist she didn't only reach the finals of Duelist Kingdom but the Semi Finals of Battle City too! I think she would have made it to those finals too if Marik didn't get involved… ”

“Yeah, I know about her duel with Marik. Messed her up quite a bit I think…” Valon looked down at his phone again before looking back at Yugi.

“Honestly… I think Mai puts up walls to protect herself from being hurt. That's why I think she comes off as abrasive when you first meet her but once she gets to know you and she trusts you, she shows that nicer side of herself.”

Yugi sits back and then looks up at the ceiling above his mind now stirring as he thought deeper.

“I'm not sure about her past but maybe this is how she deals with being lonely? Joey told me once she said being around us made her feel good about herself…like she could like herself. I know what loneliness can do to you and I don't think I'd be who I am if I was still all alone…”

Yugi could feel the sting of tears threatening to surface at the corners of his eyes, He couldn't help but feel the wave of fear and anxiety hit him like a tidal waves crashes into a ship. It was strange it was like all of sudden all these negative feelings just surfaced in him and now they were starting to fill is mind with buried fears.

Yugi looks to the side at the brunette and asks.

“Is that what happens when you get older? Do you become more lonely? Do you put up more walls? D-do you lose all your friends? Is that all adulthood is? Losing your connections? Your bonds…”

Valon felt bombarded by Yugi's constant string of questions, questions he never really asked himself if he was being fair. He didn't exactly think about things like that but he could see the panic in Yugi's eyes and fear in his voice. He felt bad for the kid, he already knew life hadn't been all too kind to him. He wasn't much for comfort he knew that much but maybe he could try and ease him out of his panic?

“Yugi…I ain't much of a emotional expert but from my experience life is all or nothin'. I grew up an orphan so I already had less then most people. The only thing that made sense to me was fightin', it didn't matta who or what all I knew was the answer to anythin' was a fist to a mouth.”

Yugi listened intently, he didn't think Valon would share his past so readily with him but he was so he gave him his full attention.

“Wasn't long before me fists did write out a cheque I couldn't cash…Next thing I know me ass was in prison and the fightin' just got worse. I wasn't in no youth prison either I'm talkin' bout a full adult prison here mate. With real hardened convicts but it didn't matta to me a face is a face and me fist was looking to punch it!”

Valon tightened his fist and even in a sling he flexed his arm showing off his how muscular his arms were.

“Didn't take long for me to end up in a hole tho, trapped in solitary left to rot… like the forgotten trash I was…till one day the warden called for me. Long story short I was givin' an ultimatum; either fight for my soul or lose it. And I'm sure you know the endin' to that!” Valon grinned at Yugi.

Yugi couldn't help but see Joey when he looked at Valon…Joey was also a delinquent who used violence to solve his problems but thanks to Yugi and his friends, Joey grew past all that…it felt like looking into some dark mirror and seeing the man Joey may have become if he wasn't set on the right path.

“So the answer is to… fight?” Yugi tilted his head a bit trying to process what Valon's story was meant to convey.

“That's my way of life Yugi, you gotta fight to survive! And you and me are survivors!” He grinned again before his smile started to lessen.

“…but what for hm?”

Valon looked over at Yugi his eyes held deep melancholy behind them almost as if he was reserved to this truth.

“I know Alister and Raphael both have their reasons for fightin' it's what gives them purpose…but me?” He chuckles and brushes his bangs out of his eyes and leans back in his chair.

“All I am is some weapon, just point me at somethin' an' shoot.” Valon made a finger gun and fired it into the air like a child playing cops and robbers.

“Maybe… that's all I am huh?” Valon now looked up at the ceiling his eyes once a vibrant blue now seemed to lose some of it's saturation as silence feel between the two of them.

Yugi wasn't exactly sure what to make of this; he hadn't known Valon for very long but everything about him before seemed to feel like he always knew what he wanted in life. He always seemed to cheerful, confident, childish and brash. But now he was seeing a whole new side of this man…like he was seeing a person who was lost yet reserved to his fate, someone who gave up on hope…

Valon clapped his hands forcing Yugi out of his small trance, he watched the brunette flip his switch once against from sombre to delighted.

“Can't wait to fight Wheeler tho! Gonna be a helluva a fight with him I hope!”

Yugi's eyes widened

“Wait! You're gonna fight Joey?”

“Well duh kiddo he's my assignment! And since you failed to take his soul last time he's back on the table for me so-”

“W-what?! N-No! Y-you can't take his soul!” Yugi protested

“Mate I haveta he's my target and I'm a swordsmen, it's Dartz's orders.”

“Bu-but that's not fair! Why is Joey a target? He didn't do anything wrong!”

“It's not about that mate; we need strong souls and he's a chosen duelist picked by the dragons themselves so makes sense he's gonna be a target.”

Yugi held his head as his heart started to race at the thought of Joey being used as a sacrifice to DOMA's god. He knew this should be for the greater good but not the expense of his best friend! And what if they didn't stop there? What if all his friends were in danger!?

He was panicking and Valon could see that, he let out a sigh and tried to think of something to help calm him down…that's when he remembered what Raphael had told him the other day.

“Well…You know Raphael told me before that if we snatch the Pharaoh's soul first then all the other's wont matta…So just wait for Raphael to succeeded and maybe Wheeler maybe off the hook?”

He was hoping this may get him to calm down and it seemed to work since Yugi stopped panting and just sat still in his chair his hands slowly lowered. In his mind the gears were starting to turn…slowly he turned his head as he asked.

“…So if we get the Pharaoh's soul…everyone else can be spared?”

“From what I understand yeah, he's got the strongest soul after all. Guess it's from 3000 years of marinadein' in a puzzle?” He rubbed his chin a bit

“So just chill out and wait Raph don't miss twice you know.” Valon grinned once more as he saw Yugi sit up straight again, his hands moving back into his lap.

“Yeah…let's chill out.” Yugi smiled.

“Good lad!” Valon sat back in his chair again and picked up his phone to browse it again like before.

After a few moments of silence Yugi asked.

“Hey, Valon Can I got to bathroom? I think my milkshake finally working it's magic on me…”

Back in the dessert were Joey and Tristan, after being separated from Yami Yugi and Tea due to the engine of the train unhooking from the rest of the couches. Joey found himself trapped in a duel against Rex Raptor who was powered up by the Seal of Orichalcos. Looking for revenge against Joey for beating him all the way back in Duellist Kingdom and causing his life to spiral into and endless string of humiliation and defeats. With the dark power he was granted with form DOMA Rex was ready to finally beat Joey and take his soul.

“Rex we gotta stop this duel now if it keeps going you're gonna lose your soul! Can't you see you're being brain washed! ” Joey argued.

Rex chuckles as the seal over his forehead was glowing brighter.

“Wow the 'Great Joey Wheeler' is too scared to lose now that I have unstoppable power! ”

“That thing is messin' with your head! You're playin' with powers you don't understand!”

“I understand everything I need to! As long as I have this power I'll crush you! Besides Yugi used it too didn't he? And he almost beat you! You're just scared in the hands of the right duelist it'll beat you too!”

Joey growled and narrowed his eyes

“Yugi was brainwashed by those guys just like you are!”

Rex laughed “Are you kidding me? Yugi JOINED DOMA too! He wasn't brain washed! He choose to join them just like me and Weevil!”

Joey and Tristan both couldn't believe their ears, Joey's eyes narrowed again

“Yo-you saw… No! You're lying! Yugi would NEVER join them!”

Rex grinned as he saw just how upset this was making joey and he loved to see him stressed out.

“I'm telling the truth! I saw him back at DOMA's HQ, He even wore a new dorky dark outfit to try and look dangerous! He used some kind of evil power or something to make the whole building shake!”

Joey refused to believe it, no away Yugi joined them on his own they had to have tricked him again! His soul must be under their control it was the only thing that made sense! Then Joey heard about the evil power making the building shake which made him think about the weird earthquake that happened as they were driving back to professor's campsite.

“…Evil Power?” Joey asked.

Rex put his free hand on his hip and continued “Yeah some kind of dark power or something, gave him a real mouth problem too like he had some visible bad breath!”

Joey's eyes widened when he recognized that same kind of dark breath Yugi was emitting during their duel. Dark power that enhanced his hatred and anger making him stronger and even more dangerous.

//No…they're poisoning him! Trying to turn him into some evil avatar for their plans! Well I'm not gonna let them succeed!//

“Guess he's sick of being everyone's punching bag, I didn't even know there was another Yugi! Makes sense tho. No away some loser like him be anything worthwhile anyway.”

Joey's hand tighten into a fist as he felt rage boiling in his heart.

“Don't you EVER talk about him like that again.” His voice was low as he breathed through his teeth.

Rex looked over at Joey and grinned happy that he finally got a reaction from the blonde.

“Guess that's why you're besties huh? Losers of a feather gotta stick together huh?” Rex sneered.

Joey hid his eyes under his bangs as his mouth turned up into a grin.

“Yeah so what if we are losers to you? I know now matter what win or lose, thick or thin at the end I always got Yugi to back me up and I always got his back! That's why I can keep going no matter how bad things get. At the end even if I don't come out a champion I got my best friend to always pick me up! That's why I can move on and keep fighting.”

Rex rolled his eyes as Joey continued his speech.

“That's why I 'd never stoop to you're level Rex. I don't need some evil power to make me unbeatable! I can win with my own determination and skill. I know Yugi's being used by those guys and I wont stop until I save him! So come at me with all your evil Rex I'll still take you down! And when I do I'll save Yugi from DOMA's influence too!”

Rex sneered at the blonde again “You done yet? I'm ready to wipe the floor with you Wheeler!”

“Bring it on Rex!”

Meanwhile on top of speeding locomotive Yami Yugi and Tea were facing Weevil Underwood; now powered by the Seal of Orichalcos they were in a tight grip of a duel and unfortunately for Yami Yugi Weevil seemed to be winning. Thanks to the dark power of the ancient evil magic and Yami Yugi already in an emotional spiral, due to the loss of his partner. And now with his Dragon Timaius abandoning him during the duel he was all but distraught.

Weevil chuckled in his annoying way as Yami Yugi struggled to play another card, Tea could see how upset the Nameless Pharaoh was and Weevil certainly wasn't helping the situation either.

“Well well well it seems the former “king of games” is struggling against my fast army of insects! Guess the rumours are true once you lost you other half you lost all your will and skill along with him!”

Tea growled “Shut up you little cockroach! Yugi's gonna beat you like he's done before!”

“Oooo I'm shaking in my shoes! Come on you're highness! Why don't you show me that dark power you used before against Raphael? Oh that's right! I'M the one with the Dark powers now! HE! HE! HE!”

Yami Yugi hissed as he drew a card “Even without Timeus I'll still win Weevil! And when I do you're going to take us to DOMA's HQ! And I WILL Save my partner!”

“HeHeHe…You're already too late to save him… ” Weevil lowered his eyes.

Yami perked up when he heard that “What do you mean!?”

“I saw him back at DOMA's HQ…trapped in a card all alone and suffering at the hands of DOMA's leader! He was in misery and under going absolute torment! Such a sad sight…” Weevil's mocking tone was building Yami's anger more and more.

“But luckily for you I managed to convince them to give me his card…” Weevil chuckled as he pulled a card out from behind him and held it up. “This is it his soul card…”

Yami's eyes widened when he saw the card.

“His…soul? Give it to me NOW!” Yami demanded.

Weevil chuckled again waving he card around allowing it to flutter in the wind carelessly, it could so easily slip away and be blown away never to be seen against if he would lose grip.

“Now, now why don't you be a good boy and BEG me to see you're little pest again huh? Get down on your knees and beg me to see him!”

“Weevil…” Yami growled lowly, he looked at the ground then back at his hands. He could feel his legs starting to give way, he was desperate…maybe he should just give in? If he did then- UGH! No no he couldn't do it! He never beg that parasite to- but what if he was letting his pride control him again?

Yami's face was full of dread and confusion as he stood in the face of the blowing winds, Tea watched and wanted to speak only to have weevil interrupt her.

“Looks like you choose you pride over Yugi again! He He He! Now it's time to punish you all over again!” Weevil held the card up with his other hand and tore it down the middle.

As Yami watched the card, the soul of his partner be torn in half he felt his own soul…his heart become broken. Shattered into pieces as the weight of what he just witnessed hit him like a ton of brick, the emotional turmoil he suffered in that one instant breaking what was left of his composer as he fell to his knees grabbing his head he screamed out

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Tea's eyes widened as she too witnessed Yugi's demise in front of her and held her mouth with both hands to hold back the scream she had in her throat as tears streamed down her face.

Weevil couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh as he watched Yami Yugi cry out in agony and heart break. It felt so good to watch him surfer like this and it would be even sweeter once he took his soul in a moment. Now it was time to lift and vale on his “trick”.

“Ha! You two are so dramatic! I tore up a useless bug card!” Weevil then showed them the torn monster card before letting the pieces fly off in the wind.

Once they both heard the bug duelist admit his trickery Tea was the first one to call him out on his cruelty. Prompting Weevil to say

“Wow you people really can't take a joke huh?” He struggled before he kept chuckling.

But Yami Yugi didn't speak at all, he slowly got back on his feet and stood back up right. The wind was blowing past his face quickly but inside his mind was racing with newly heated rage. Weevil's actions now sparked the Nameless Pharaoh fury, a darkness he tried to hide about himself was now back and at the forefront of it was his need to make his enemy pay…

Yami held the key to his victory in his hand a magic card called “Baserker Soul” and he was ready to use it.

His voice now carried his fury as he spoke.

“…I'm going to make you suffer…I'll make you pay!”

Dartz furiously walked down the hallway followed not too far behind by both Raphael and Alister. The echoing steps of his white business shoes filled the empty halls with noise as the leader of DOMA was enraged by the events that transpired not too long ago. Both Weevil Underwood and Rex Raptor lost their duels against the Nameless Pharaoh and Joey Wheeler. But that wasn't the problem in fact it was expected for them to fail, there real purpose was to keep the legendary duellists separated so it would be easier to pick them both off one by one.

No that's not what was angering Dartz, the locomotive the Nameless Pharaoh and Tea were riding on had derailed and sent them flying into a ravine below.

“Are you sure he survived the fall?” Raphael asked only to be met with Dartz's eye roll before he answered, exhausted he had to explain this to him.

“Of course I'm sure! I felt his presence just after the fall, it will take more then that to kill off the Pharaoh!” Dartz answered infuriated as they approached the door he wanted.

“He IS alive but someone is masking his presence from me! I need you to go down there and find him! Drag his miserable carcass back here if you have to!” Dartz pulled out his key card and swiped at the card reader before scanning his palm print to unlock door.

// …Even now you still try to undermine me, old man? I've worked too long and too hard for you to trip me up again!//

As the door unlocked and they entered the room Dartz looked around; seeing the room was in the same order he left it in when he dropped Yugi off a while ago. As his eyes scanned the room one thing was wrong with the picture that caused his already heated mood to boil over into new found rage. But being a gentleman Dartz kept his anger in check. He saw Valon sitting comfortably at the table on his phone not to even looking up when Dartz and other's entered.

Taking in a deep and controlled breath the teal haired man asked his subordinate

“Valon, Where is Yugi?”

Finally hearing Dartz's voice he perked up and looked over to see his boss in his signature purple suit along with his fellow swordsmen and grinned.

“Oh heya boss I- oh uh…” Valon paused looking around and seeing Yugi wasn't back in the room yet he answered “Oh right he just went to the lou!”

After hearing his answer Dartz took in a deep breath closing his eyes for a moment, in a clam demeanour he answered with a small chuckle.

“Oh, 'the lou'? I see… that's very interesting. Say did you know Yugi is an incorporeal soul?”

Doma's leader walked around the table now circling Valon like a shark in a tank circles it's prey, yet he still kept that eerily clam presence around him.

Valon and the other's could feel the dark cold atmosphere Dartz always seemed shrouded in start to fill inside the room again as the dread of something coming fell upon their very being. It was like a storm was brewing that there master was about to release it upon them.

Dartz then stopped in front of the brunette leaning in closely, his pressed lip smile fading as he breathed out opening his eyes.

“Which means he doesn't need a BATHROOM! LET ALONE FOOD YOU INCOMPATNINT FOOL! ”

Valon fell out of his chair and sprawled out on the ground before scrambling to get back on his feet.

“S-sorry boss! We all had lunch and he said he wanted the lou so-”

Dartz's silenced him with a verbal 'hiss' and a single finger before he stood up straight closing his eyes again. He brings both hands to his chest right were his Orichalcos medallion fell upon his chest in his robes. He made a mental connection to the medallion Yugi wore around his neck; there he could see him at the elevator doors waiting for the doors to open once they do he steps inside. Dartz sees him push a button then exists the mental state quickly snapping his eyes open before narrowing them again with a growl.

“He's in the elevator! He's going to basement garage!” Dartz turns to his swordsmen who look back at him making him stomp his foot in frustration.

“Well? What are you waiting for!? GO GET HIM NOW!” Dartz furiously points to the door, all three swordsmen run out of the door and quickly make their way down the hallway but not before they heard him shout.

“And may Leviathan help you IF HE LEAVES THIS BUILDING UNDER YOUR WATCH!”

Raphael was the first one to reach the elevators followed by Alister, as he rapidly pushes the down button waiting for the elevator to bring the lift up Valon runs past the two heading to the stair case door.

“Valon! What are you-” Alister tried to ask only for Valon to yell back

“You wont make it if you use the lift we gotta take the stairs!”

The other two followed the brunette through the door; the concrete stairs leading down to the next landing then continuing this same pattern, each one becoming further away like a long chimney leading down to ground floor. Before Alister could chime in about how this would be faster Valon using both his hands jumped over the railing and leaped down 3 floors before grabbing the railing to steady himself.

Raphael and Alister looked in shock at what had just happened, they knew Valon was reckless but this was a new level.

That's when it finally hit Alister making him yell down

“…You son of bitch! You're arm isn't injured!”

“Yeah! I'm a big fat liar! See ya on the ground lads!” Valon yelled back with a grin before he let go of the railing and repeated the same steps leaping from railing to railing making his way down.

Alister was still fuming as he looked over to Raphael who just shock his head at the entire event before him.

“I did the man's paper work Raph!” Alister pouted.

“Yeah try not to do that again…” was all he blonde said before he too jumped over the railing and fallowing Valon's actions grabbing the railing to steady his fall before leaping down again.

Alister gripped the railing hard still frustrated, he huffed then followed the others and jumped over the railing too.

Meanwhile in the basement garage the elevator door dinged open and Yugi stepped out looking around, all he saw were concrete pillars and lines of different vehicles parked in spaces. Paradesius was still a business after all so this was were the employees parked during the day. As Yugi continued to walk and look around he noticed by a wall closest to the elevators were a line up of motorcycles; a green Harley, and two sport bikes a yellow and red one. He knew instantly those were the swordsmen's motorcycles, he noticed them the first night they had met at the construction site lined up by the fence. Beside them were a few other black ones and finally he noticed a smaller dark blue one at the end.

The moment he saw it he got existed and ran over to get a better look. It was slick and slender yet still mini sized compared to rest of the bikes in the line up. It was the perfect size for him he thought, then he noticed on the side panel there was an electric blue lighting bolt that spelled out the word “Sonic” he couldn't help but giggle at that.

//Did Dartz really get me a motorcycle too?// he thought with a smile, thinking maybe he really was part of the Swordsmen now.

But he was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a “THUMP” echo through out he garage, the staircase door slammed open and Valon minus his sling stepped out into the car park and looked around. He was soon followed them another two thumps followed by the other two swordsmen walking out into the garage as well.

“Yugi! Jig is up! Come out, mate!”

Yugi quickly jumped behind a large concrete pillar.

//NO! Oh come on, not now!// he yelled in his head.

As Valon and other's walked and looked around the area; Yugi stayed on his hands and knees and quickly crawled on the ground hiding behind cars but keeping his eyes on the 3 men. Yugi was never more happy to be so small in his life, it made it easier to hide under the larger SUVs. The three men made their way through different rows of cars kneeling down slightly to try and look for Yugi's form, when they didn't see it they moved on.

Yugi knew he couldn't hide forever and if he hoped to have any chance at leaving he'd have to get past his fellow swordsmen. But what could he do? He wasn't Joey so taking on taller and stronger fully grown men wasn't on the table. What could he really do? He did have that weird earth shaking power…but then again it wouldn't be a good idea to use that while under ground. Especially because he didn't want to hurt them…even if they were trying to prevent his escape they were…his friends now.

Valon grew impatient and started running and looking under a few cars calling out.

“Come on Yugi hide and seek is a fun game but we're on company time, mate!”

// “Game?” Game! What kind of game is this? I just need to get out of here…// Yugi thought as he looked at the wall of bikes the small blue one built just for him, his salvation was right there but he couldn't get to it not without being caught.

Yugi peeked out again to see Raph and Valon coming closer to the car he was under.

//But I can't get anywhere if their all looking for me! I need someway to distract them…//

Yugi then looked at the deck in his duel disk, and something finally clicked in his mind and his smile widened.

//…A Game! 'Hide and Seek' huh?// Yugi chuckled to himself as he slipped out from under his hiding spot getting up and making himself visible to all three of them.

“Ah! There you are!” Valon pointed before walking over to him. “Come on kid we gotta get back to Dartz.”

Yugi lowered his head “I'll go with you guys…only if you beat me at a game.” he grinned folding his arms.

Raphael and Alister followed Valon and surrounded Yugi, they all had the same confused look on their face when they heard him speak.

“Game? We don't have time for games, Yugi!” Alister shouted.

Raphael decided to humour Yugi and asked “What kind of game?”

“Like Valon said 'Hide and Seek' If you catch me then I'll go with you no questions asked. But if I win you let me go free.”

“Kid we a'nt got time for this…” Valon sighed annoyed rolling his eyes.

“Alright, one quick game.” To both the swordsmen's shock this came from Raphael.

Both Alister and Valon glared at Raphael before pulling him into a small huddle together, turning away from Yugi.

Alister leaning in and whispered.

“Have you lost it? Dartz wants him back asap!”

“The only reason he gave up is because he knows he can't escape all three of us. Just give him what he wants, then take him back to Dartz.” Raphael whispered back.

“Besides do you want a repeat of what happened with the Bug and Dino pests when they pissed him off?”

In the back of their minds they knew Yugi held some kind of great power that was activated by his negative emotions. They needed to keep him happy so hopefully he wouldn't use his powers on them.

“Ohhh gotcha…” Valon winked as they all un-huddled and turned back to Yugi.

With a smug smile Valon said

“Okay Yugi hide and seek it is!”

Yugi smiled again

“Great! All you have to do is catch me and you win!”

“If that's all we got to do, then we got this is the bag right boys?”

Valon looked to his fellow swordsmen not noticing Yugi pull out a card from his deck and hold it up.

“It's game time!”

He shouted out as the card started to glow in a bright flash that caught all three men off guard, what once stood as a single person now stood dozens of Yugi's. All looking exactly the same and now surrounding them all sporting the same sinister smile on their faces.

In one unified voice they all yelled out

“Game…START!”

#yugi mutou #breaking the seal #au #yugioh #waking the dragons #fanart #fanfic

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cobra-creampuff · 2 years ago

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fic where Jamie does something that will piss his dad off (not hard to do) and it ends up in the public eye somehow. maybe it started that way and Jamie just wasn't thinking it through at the time - or he was and decided to do it anyway, or maybe somebody was supposed to keep their mouth shut and didn't, or maybe it's another data breach, but whatever it is it gets out and it gets in the news cycle.

and maybe Jamie thought he was handling it okay but then suddenly wasn't, or maybe he found out his laundry was being aired at training like the lads all found out about it happening to Keeley. regardless, he ends up rushing into the managers' office - the closest room with a semblance of privacy, despite being occupied - to have a brief but spectacular panic attack about it.

because it just happens to be something his dad is not going to let slide, something he won't be satisfied yelling at Jamie over the phone about. he's gonna come around to show Jamie by hand exactly how he feels about it.

when the coaches question him, Jamie gives the barest bones explanation he can manage. this is what came out, if you haven't heard, and I'm freaking out because my dad is gonna want to teach me a lesson about it.

"So what you're saying is you need a place to stay," Roy says. Not a question. An offer, actually, if you speak Kentese. But Jamie shakes his head resignedly.

"No," he sighs bitterly. "Probably'll need a day or two off training, though."

There's a long, horrible pause - a pause where Beard gets exactly what Jamie means and Ted and Roy want so bad not to that they don't.

"Let me see if I have this right," Beard says, more to force the issue on the other two than because he himself needs any clarification - or because he has the faintest pipe dream that spelling it out will make Jamie change his mind. "You're planning to take a beating?"

Bitter, still bitter, Jamie says, "He don't fucking give up more than I do. Let him get it out of his system, then it's over."

There's another pause - Beard doesn't know what to say to that - before Roy asks, "What if he lost?"

"Lost...?" Jamie repeats.

"To you," Roy explains. "You're saying if he shows up your house and you're not there he'll just keep coming round, yeah? What if he shows up and you beat his arse into the fucking ground like he deserves. Would he still come back then?"

"Self-defense," Beard assures no one in particular.

But Jamie shakes his head again, this time quick and jerky. "I can't-" he says. He throws a nervous, furtive look at Ted.

"He can fucking be wrong sometimes, Jamie," Roy snaps - gently, for Roy - catching on quick.

Jamie doesn't answer, but Ted himself nods. He says, calm as a cucumber, "I can't agree with the rest, but that part sure is true."

"You can," Beard tells Jamie. Also gently - for Beard. Jamie's mouth twists miserably.

"Yeah," he finally agrees. "But I fucking won't, will I?"

"You only think that because you haven't yet," Beard insists.

"That actually ain't true," Ted points out, carefully cheerful. "I didn't see much else after," he shifts uncomfortably, a bit guilty, "but you put that man on his back in Wembley."

"...Are you encouraging this?" Jamie asks him, too confused to be aghast. Ted leans forward on his desk to regard Jamie with a serious, slightly self-deprecating smile.

"Well, it's like Roy said, I can be wrong sometimes," he says. "And these two fellas seem to think this is one of those times. Now, they both wouldn't be here if I didn't trust their judgement." He sits back then, softly tosses up his hands, smiles a little wider. "So I'll keep my wrong opinion to myself."

Jamie huffs a small, genuine but still slightly unsure laugh at that. He hesitates for a moment longer, but then he squares up his shoulders and lifts his chin and turns to Roy.

"No," he says. "No, he wouldn't come back if I did that."

#jack facts #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #willis beard #gen #*guy who saw too many ted hater posts in a row voice*#hc #my fic

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tinynerdz360 · 7 months ago

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Future Ghost chapter 6

Danny, in short, was screwed. He stared down at his communicator message. His hack job into his medical files didn’t fool the CMO. Dr. Mccoy was demanding he report immediately to sickbay.

Danny felt almost sick to his stomach…. he couldn’t do this. Maybe if he pretended, he never saw the message, he could avoid this until he had some sort of plan. On one hand, he could just try to overshadow the doctor and make up his medical data that way.

But the idea of overshadowing ----basically possessing anyone on the ship, didn’t sit right with Danny. A huge part of him felt like that would blow up in his face if he were discovered. Nobody liked the idea of something being able to take away one’s free will.

Danny knew that it was probably just a matter of time before something happened where the truth would have to come to light, but he couldn’t bring himself to face it. He felt too scared. How could he ever begin to explain? He never had to explain it to someone before.

Danny wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. To distract himself from his anxiety and fear, he ignored the message and headed to engineering. Maybe getting some work done would help calm his nerves.

*****

"Ensign Fenton!" Scotty's voice rang out across the engineering deck as Danny tried to slip quietly to his station. "A word in my office, lad."

Danny's heart sank. He reluctantly followed Scotty into his office, the door hissing shut behind them. Scotty gestured for Danny to take a seat and leaned back against his desk, arms crossed.

"I just got off the comm with Dr. McCoy," Scotty began, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He sounded mad as a hornet. What did ye do to get under the good doctor's skin?"

Danny shifted uncomfortably. "I... I might have missed a medical appointment."

"Aye, that'll do it." Scotty chuckled. "Listen, lad, I don't know what transpired between you two, but the doc's just lookin' out for your well-being. He's got the crew's best interests at heart, even when he's spittin' fire."

Danny nodded; his gaze fixed on the floor. *I can't let them find out. They'll kick me off the ship for sure. *

Scotty's expression softened as he noticed Danny's nervousness. "I know nobody likes gettin' poked and prodded, but these check-ups are necessary. It's part of keepin' a healthy crew, and it's regulation."

"I understand, sir." Danny's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Medical needs to keep proper records on everyone, Ensign. It's for your own safety and the safety of the crew. We can't have you workin' if you're not fit for duty."

Danny's mind raced. *I have to come up with an excuse. Something believable. * "I... I'm just not comfortable with doctors, sir. Bad experiences in the past."

Scotty nodded sympathetically, his eyes drawn to Danny’s electrical scares and Lichtenberg figures that adorned his wrist all the way up his arm; Scotty always wondered why the lad didn’t get dermal treatment for those. "Aye, I can understand that. But Dr. McCoy's a professional. He'll take good care of you."

*If only it were that simple. * Danny thought, his stomach twisting into knots.

"I'm afraid I can't let you back on shift until you've gotten a clean bill of health from sickbay," Scotty continued. "Them's the rules, lad. I'm sure whatever's got you worried, Dr. McCoy will handle it with discretion."

Danny forced a smile, knowing he had no choice. "Yes, sir. I'll head to sickbay right away."

Scotty clapped him on the shoulder as he stood. "That's the spirit, laddie. Remember, Dr. McCoy's bark is worse than his bite. He's just lookin' out for you."

As Danny left Scotty's office, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in his chest. *I’m not ready…... I don’t know if I can do this.*

Danny walked through the corridors of the Enterprise, his mind consumed with worry. *What if they find out I'm half-ghost? What if they realize I've been lying about my age? * The thought made his palms sweat.

Lost in thought, he nearly collided with a crewman carrying a stack of PADDs. "Sorry," Danny mumbled, sidestepping the officer.

*I need to calm down, * he told himself, taking a deep breath. *Panicking won't help. *

Danny's heart raced as he approached the doors to the sickbay. He hesitated, just out of the door scanner to grant entry. *I can't do this, * he thought, panic rising in his chest. *They'll never accept me. *

He stepped back, running a hand through his messy black hair. *Scotty said I can't return to duty until I get cleared by Dr. McCoy, but...* Danny glanced around, making sure he was alone. *Maybe I can just hide out for a while, pretend I went to the checkup. *

Danny turned on his heel and hurried away from sickbay, his mind racing. He couldn't risk exposure and couldn't bear the thought of being sent away, hunted, or experimented on.

As he walked, he tried to come up with a plan. *I just need some time…...I need somewhere to clear my head. *

An idea slowly formed in Danny’s mind. *That will help…...* With a new purpose in his step. Danny set forth to his new destination.

**** Danny's breath misted the visor of the space suit as he fiddled with the tether, securing it to his belt. The vastness of space beckoned him, an ocean of darkness speckled with distant suns. His heart raced with the thought of what he was about to do—no one had ever tried to swim in the void as a ghost. But his core sang with happiness, and he felt his space obsession delight in what he was doing. He felt his worry and fear melt away. He felt happy and full.

"Okay, Fenton," he muttered to himself, checking the seals on his suit one last time. "Time to see what you're really made of." Danny allowed his ghost side to wash over his human form. Triggering his transformation into Phantom. Before doing this, he had made sure to mess with the security footage in this room.

He hesitated at the airlock door, but with a deep breath he didn’t need, he turned his body intangible and phased through the door. No need to alert anyone to his presence by triggering an alarm with the opening of the airlock door.

"Here goes nothing." With those words, he floated out. His legs merge into this ghostly tail. He felt the light as a feather. His ghost side gave a sigh of relief. It felt like he could finally stretch his legs after being cramped for so long. Before really getting into his space swim. He made sure to latch his tether to the handle on the ship's side. The last thing he wanted was to get stranded out in space. For the starship to leave him behind. Danny did not want to imagine getting lost in space. He was unsure how long he would last or if it would lead to a second death for him.

He pushed off into the nothingness, the tether his only lifeline to reality.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed as he floated away from the ship, his ghostly form shimmering like a mirage. Danny looked down at his hands, now translucent and glowing with an eerie light, and then up at the stars. They seemed so close he could almost touch them.

The silence of space was profound, but Danny's excitement filled the void. He twirled and dove, the tether spiraling out behind him. For a moment, he forgot about sick bay, McCoy's relentless pursuit, and the hunger that gnawed at him endlessly. Danny had found that he was also struggling to have a proper diet. It was so hard to balance his ghostly and human needs. It felt like his ghostly side was slowly starving. Danny felt like it was the lack of ectoplasm to eat. Which meant he had to work harder to feed his obsessions and eat more in his human form. But it was harder to get approved for more in his meal plan. And it would set off red flags with the amount he would need to eat.

*I’ll be fine; I’ve survived worse……. * Danny reassured himself.

He spun around, taking in the panoramic view of the universe that sprawled before him, a frontier vaster than any sea. The stars twinkled each one a secret, each one a story waiting to be told. Danny let himself relax and his thoughts quiet down.

With a contented sigh, he reeled himself in, the tether guiding him back to the ship. Once inside, Danny phased back into his human form.

As relaxing as that was, it did help calm his nerves. Danny still couldn’t make himself go to sickbay. *I need more time……I guess I better find another distraction. *

*****

"Dammit, where is that boy?" Dr. McCoy grumbled under his breath as he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the ship. The Ensign had managed to avoid him for three days now. Scotty offered to enact disciplinary action if this continued but also shared with Mccoy how nervous the boy seemed. Mccoy had declined, saying they could chew the ensign out once he dragged him to sickbay.

At this point, McCoy took this whole thing as a challenge. He would drag that boy into sick bay by the scruff of his neck if he had to. This also confirmed to Mccoy that the ensign was hiding something. And likely violated multiple Starfleet regulations. The only reason McCoy didn’t just wash his hands of it and bring this to Jim and court Marshall the kid was because something in his gut told him to handle this personally first, and the kid hadn’t done anything maliciously.

Mccoy mumbled to himself, "That kid's dodging me like I'm a rogue comet."

Currently, Mccoy is heading to the mess hall. The last location the computer listed the ensign to be. It was driving Mccoy up the wall that the computer kept malfunctioning as well when asked about the ensign. It also puzzled Mccoy how Fenton’s been able to slip out without him noticing, especially in places with only one exit. Mccoy tried really hard not to be impressed by that. He would not be outdone. Also, Jim would never let him live it down that he let an ensign pull one over him.

***

"Checkmate in four moves, Danny," Tina declared with a triumphant smirk, sliding her knight across the chessboard.

"Are you sure?" Danny quipped, hovering his hand over a bishop as he scrutinized the board. "Because I think you missed—"

"Missed nothing," Tina interjected with confidence. "I've seen Chekov play; trust me, I've learned from the best."

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, exaggerating his bow as he conceded the game. "Alright, alright, Yeoman Lawton, I yield to your superior strategy."

"Better luck next time," she said, beginning to reset the pieces for another round.

"Actually, Danny," Ensign Kas Th'qaakress interrupted, her antennae twitching with concern, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what's up?" Danny asked, turning towards the Andorian ensign, hoping to steer away from any serious topics.

"It's about sick bay," Kas began hesitantly. "Dr. McCoy is really worried about you. You've been dodging him for days now.”

"Is he?" Danny feigned surprise, knowing full well the cat-and-mouse game he'd been playing with the doctor. "I'm just not a fan of sick bays, that's all."

"Look, I get it," Kas reassured him with a gentle smile. "But he's only trying to help. And between us, you're driving him a little insane, which, as my boss, makes my life harder."

"Me? Drive someone insane?" He tried to keep his tone light, but a flicker of guilt was behind his eyes.

"Ha, yes, you," Kas replied with a soft laugh. "He really cares, you know. Despite the gruff exterior, Dr. McCoy is one of the kindest souls on this ship. And, well, if you're scared, I can go with you. Moral support and all that."

"Actually, I've always had this... phobia of sick bays," Danny stammered, watching Kas's antennae twitch ever so slightly—a sign, he'd learned, of her concern or curiosity. "Sterile rooms, weird smells, it just freaks me out."

"Phobia?" Kas tilted her head, her blue skin catching the light from the overhead lamps. "You know, phobias can be treated in sickbay—"

"Which is ironic, isn't it?" Danny cut in with a nervous chuckle.

"Listen," Kas leaned in, her voice low and earnest. “You could get into a lot of trouble if you keep doing this…... I don’t want to see you get in that kind of trouble. You’re really pushing McCoy’s buttons here, and he’s giving you a lot of chances here. Can you at least think about going in today? Like I said, I’ll go with you.”

"Thanks, Kas," Danny said, a genuine smile touching his lips. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Promise?" she pressed, her black eyes locking onto his.

"I’ll try," he replied, but he couldn’t see himself walking into sickbay by himself.

Before Kas could reply, Daryl Mcdonnell approached their table with a half-eaten plate of food. "Mind if I join you guys for a bit?" He asked, already sitting down.

"Of course, Don," Danny replied, scooting over to make room.

Kas greeted Darlyn with a bright smile, and they quickly fell into conversation about the latest scientific readings from the ship's scanners. Danny joined where he could, but his gaze drifted to the untouched portion of Daryl's meal. He felt the gnawing hunger inside him intensify—his ghost half was hungrier than he'd anticipated today.

"Hey, kid," Daryl suddenly said, pushing his plate toward Danny. "I'm not going to finish this. Why don't you help yourself?"

Danny hesitated, knowing full well that eating too much would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer. But the instinctual pull was too strong, and he found himself nodding gratefully. "Thanks. I'm actually really hungry today."

Daryl hummed in response and then said, "I missed you in Engineering these past couple of days. Have you settled that issue with sickbay yet?"

As Danny ate, the relief of satiating his hunger was overshadowed by the sharp spike of anxiety at Daryl’s question.

“What? How do you know about that? OMG, how many people know about that?” Danny stared in dawning horror, thinking the whole ship might be aware of his avoidance of sickbay.

“Well, I don’t know how many people know, per se; engineering knows, probably all of medical…. I will say this is really feeding the rumor mill.” Daryl remarked.

“WHAT!? Rumor mill……what do you mean?” Danny stuttered with clear panic in his voice.

“Hey easy there, it’s nothing bad…...Look kid, we’re all stuck on this ship in the middle of nowhere, there are rumors for everyone and…...gossip and news travels fast.”

Before Danny could give a snarky remark or demand answers in a calm, totally not panicked way. He stiffened. He felt the familiar presence of the ship's CMO. Over the past few days, Danny has been honing his ghost senses to pick up on Dr. Mccoy’s essence and emotional output. This had given him the time to run away.

“I…...never mind…...I’ll be right back.” With that, Danny hastily got up and moved quickly to the replicators. He couldn’t go to the exit, the doctor felt close, and there wouldn’t be enough time to turn invisible without being spotted. In panic, Danny crawled under the nearest table. He couldn’t afford to worry about how many people may have witnessed him hide under a mass hall table like a weirdo.

Kas shifted uneasily. She'd glimpsed Danny diving under a table across the room seconds before Dr. McCoy strode in, brow furrowed and mouth a grim line.

McCoy halted at their table. "Any of you seen Ensign Fenton?" His glare could melt hull plating.

Tina and Daryl exchanged glances. Kas bit her lip. She couldn't lie to McCoy. But Danny was avoiding sickbay for a reason...

McCoy's eyes narrowed. "Well?"

Kas's antennae twitched. She had to say something. Slowly, she pointed to the table. McCoy raised an eyebrow.

"He's under there," Kas mouthed.

Daryl shot her a look. Tina scowled.

Kas's stomach knotted with guilt and worry. *What was Danny hiding? He needed help, even if he refused to admit it. *

Danny held his breath under the table, invisible. His heart hammered against his ribs. McCoy knew.

McCoy stomped over to the table, his face like a thundercloud. "Ensign Fenton!" he barked. "If you think hiding under there will work, you've got another thing coming!"

Danny flinched at the fury in McCoy's voice. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"If I have to bend down and drag you out myself, there will be hell to pay!" McCoy growled. "I'll make sure your physical is extra unpleasant!"

Danny hugged his knees tighter to his chest. Maybe if he stayed perfectly still...

McCoy's foot tapped an impatient rhythm. "I'm counting to three, Ensign. One..."

Danny squeezed his eyes shut.

"Two..."

His muscles tensed, ready to bolt.

"Three!" McCoy dropped to his knees and ducked his head under the table. "All right, you little--"

He froze. Blinked. Staring at the empty space.

Danny held his breath, invisible, hardly daring to move.

Slowly, McCoy straightened up. He whirled to face Kas, eyes blazing. "Well?" he demanded.

Kas's antennae quivered. "I swear, Doctor, he went under there! I saw him!"

"It's true," Daryl chimed in. "Impressive, really. Kid gave us the slip."

McCoy's jaw clenched. He clearly didn't believe them.

Whipping out his communicator, McCoy snapped, "Computer, locate Ensign Fenton."

"Ensign Fenton is in the Mess Hall," the computer replied.

McCoy threw up his hands. "Blasted useless technology! Been on the fritz all week." He looked back at Daryl and Kas; Mccoy took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did a quick count to ten, calming his temper. “If you see him, please tell him to go to sickbay.”

As McCoy stormed out, Danny let out a shaky breath. That was close. Too close.

He couldn't keep this up forever. Sooner or later, his secret would come out.

He just needed a little more time.

Hours ticked by. The Mess Hall gradually emptied out as crewmembers finished their meals and headed off to their duties or leisure activities.

Danny remained hidden, invisible, under the table. His legs were starting to cramp, but he didn't dare move.

Where could he go? His quarters weren't safe. McCoy might come looking for him there.

And then there was Weston. Danny's roommate had been suspicious from the start, always watching him, asking probing questions Danny couldn't answer.

"You're not human," Weston had accused last night, eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you are, but I will find out. And when I do..."

He'd left the threat hanging, but the message was clear: If Weston discovered the truth, it wouldn't end well for Danny.

Danny shivered, hugging himself tighter.

****

"I'm tellin' ya, the lad's been avoidin' me like the plague," Dr. McCoy grumbled, pacing in Scotty's office. "It's been days now, and he still hasn't shown up for his medical clearance. Can't let him back on duty 'til I give the okay."

Scotty leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, the wee ensign hasn't been any trouble in Engineering though. He seems to look up to me as his commanding officer. Tell ya what, Doctor—I'll comm the lad and have him report to my office. You can be waitin' here for him."

McCoy stopped pacing and fixed Scotty with a shrewd look. "And if he still refuses the exam after that?"

"Then we take it to the Captain," Scotty said firmly. "The boy has to follow orders or face disciplinary action, maybe even court-martial, for violatin' Starfleet regs. But let's give him one more chance to come 'round on his own first, eh?"

McCoy nodded slowly. "Alright, one more chance. But I've got a funny feeling about this one, Scotty. Kid's hidin' something; I can feel it in my bones. And I aim to find out what..."

Meanwhile, Danny hurried down the corridor toward Engineering, his heart thudding in his chest. The message from Mr. Scott had sounded urgent—his boss wanted to see him in his office right away. Danny knew it had to be about him avoiding his medical exam...

Danny froze, heart leaping into his throat as he sensed a familiar presence inside Engineering. Dr. McCoy was in there waiting for him. This whole thing had been a trap!

His hands shook as he stared at the closed doors, mind racing for an escape.

Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when a large hand landed on his shoulder. He spun around to find Lt. McDonnell looking down at him, brows knitted with concern.

"Easy there, lad. You alright?" the older man asked. "Looking a mite peaky, if you ask me."

"I-I'm fine," Danny stammered, trying for a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Just heading to see Mr. Scott about...about a project."

Daryl's eyes narrowed. "This wouldn't have anything to do with you dodging your physical, now, would it? Because the CMO is madder than a wet hen over in there."

Danny blanched, mouth opening and closing like a landed fish. "W-what? No! I mean, maybe? I was gonna go, I swear, but I... I got busy?"

The engineer sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I can go in there with you if you need moral support. But you gotta stop running from this, Danny. It's not gonna end well."

Danny looked away, feeling his face heat.

"Is it 'cause you lied about your age, son?" Daryl asked quietly.

Danny's head snapped up, eyes wide with shock and fear. He stared at the lieutenant; mouth suddenly bone dry. After a long moment, he managed a shaky nod.

Daryl huffed, muttering something that sounded like "I knew it" under his breath. He fixed Danny with a sympathetic look.

"I get it, lad. You're scared. But this stuff...it can't stay secret forever. And trust me, the brass? They're a decent bunch. They won't just kick you to the curb the first chance they get."

The older man gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We take care of our own here, Danny. No matter what. You hear me?"

Danny swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. He wasn't used to people actually giving a damn about him. Maybe...maybe it would be okay? If Daryl said, he could trust them...

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Danny squared his shoulders and hit the door control.

Here goes nothing...

Danny barely had time to process Scotty's disappointed frown before Dr. McCoy descended on him like an avenging angel.

"And just where the hell have you been, Ensign?" the doctor growled, already waving his tricorder over Danny's tense form. "I've been trying to track you down for days! You can't just skip out on mandatory physicals, kid. It's against reg-"

McCoy trailed off abruptly, his scowl deepening as he glared at the tricorder readings. He gave it a sharp smack as if that would change the impossible data scrolling across the screen.

Danny's heart hammered against his ribs. Oh god, this was it. McCoy knew. Any second now, he would start demanding answers Danny couldn't give. He'd be kicked out of Starfleet, shipped back to…...who knows where…. what if they just tossed him on a random planet…. deeming him a danger to the crew?

Danny sucked in a shuddery breath; his traitorous eyes kept darting to the door. If he could make a run for it...

Strong fingers wrapped around his upper arm in an unbreakable grip. Danny flinched, head jerking up to meet McCoy's piercing gaze.

"Oh no, you don't," the doctor said, his voice low and intense. "I know that look, Ensign. You even think about rabbiting on me, and I'll have you in restraints before you can blink."

Danny blanched, knees going weak. McCoy must have felt him wobble because his other hand came up to steady him, and his hand on his arm was gentle, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into Danny's bicep.

"Aw hell, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you," he sighed, the fire bleeding out of his tone. "I just want to help. But I can't do that if you keep running from me."

Danny bit his lip, blinking hard against the sudden sting of tears. He was so tired of running, of hiding. Maybe...maybe it was time to stop. But how would he explain any of this?

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice small and shaky. "I... I’ll go with you. To sickbay. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble….”

McCoy's face softened, relief etched into the lines around his eyes. "That's all I ask, son. Come on, then. Let's get you checked out properly."

As McCoy led him out of Scotty's office, one strong arm wrapped around his shoulders, Danny was lost in his own mind. He felt weak and scared. What if they hated him, or what if he was too much of a freak? Where would he even start? Would they even believe him? Lost in thought, Danny didn’t notice that he was leaning into Mccoy and the support his hold provided.

Chapter 7

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The Glass Merchant Part Two

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Kai returns to Hydromora

"Please wait on you ship for extra checks."

Kai only waited a few moments before a small ship attached to his airlock and two soldiers boarded. "What are you lads looking for?"

They exchanged a look, and one of them lifted a small circular pad to eye level and pointed one end at Kai. It flashed, and he watched as jumbled writing appeared on the see-through screen. There was a palpable change in the air, and one of the men typed on his pad before handing it to Kai. "Motherworlders. There was an attack on Pluviara. We're on lockdown until they can be cleared out, but considering who you are, you're fine."

He had flown past Pluviara, the surface looked so lush with forest that he could understand why they picked there to make trouble. He flipped through the photos before handing the datapad back. "So what happens when you find them?"

The man shrugged. "We'll contact the Universal Peace Court and ask if they want us to transport them, but our government will insist on putting them on trial and we've gotten our way every time."

Kai thought that was a bit strange; the Peace Court was created after the fall to bring the Motherworld to justice, and it was rare that they let individual planets have all the say. "Why doesn't Pluviara do it?"

The smile he received didn't reach the man's eyes and was laced with cruelty. "We're the only people in this system that aren't pacifists. If they are found guilty, we'll get whatever information we can out of them, then they'll be executed."

Once again, some chewed at the back of his brain, but as he followed the threads of the thought, a flash of a screaming Motherworlders being dragged half-dead onto a ship had him pushing it away. "Well who doesn't love that."

The man gestured around generally. "You'll have to dock in our ship bay; we'll lead you there and then take you on planet; we're not running shuttles right now." With a quick thank you, they were heading off back to the airlock, but the man spun on his heel. "Pack extra, we're expecting a storm."

It didn't take long for the small ship to slowly start moving, and he followed around the planet to what he thought was the empty expanse of space, but before his eyes, a massive structure gradually materialised. He flew into the cargo doors that sealed behind him, and he watched in awe as the metal structure slowly faded away until he was staring out at the blackness around him.

Some directed him to dock in a bay, and as he exited his ship, he was handed a pamphlet of a list of services that the shipping bay offered with the explanation that many people stayed for months and didn't want to travel back to care for their ship. It was a quick walk to the soldier's ship, and with one last slide open of the gargantuan doors, he was on his way towards the great blue planet.

****

Kai didn't really mean to swagger up to Minna's stall, but he couldn't help himself, his bloodstream was rushing with excitement. Her eyes went wide when she saw him, and he watched her expression move from confused to happy to suspicious and back to happy.

She waved warmly. "Hello Kai."

He sat down at her stall with a dramatic sigh. "Hello, Love. You look as pretty as ever."

She rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. "How did you get on planet?"

One corner of his mouth ticked up, and he leaned in close. "I reckon it's because I was, what did the little data pad say? I was integral to the rebellion."

She didn't flinch at his closeness. Instead, she rested her elbows on the wooden table as she bent at the hips towards him. "I know; when you left the last time, I got the name of your ship from the planetary database and did some research."

They were close enough that all he would have to do to touch her hand was straighten his fingers. He pressed his lips together, he must have lingered on her mind for her to go looking. "Why did you do that?"

A moment passed, and her gaze moved from scrutinising him to looking directly into his eyes. "I had to know if you had something to back up your boldness or if you were all boat and no rod." She pushed away from the counter and returned to her work. "What brings you here today? Are you looking for another piece?"

He shook his head. "I needed a break and I recall you telling me you'd take me on a tour of your lovely planet."

She blinked and raised a finger in bafflement at his cockiness. "I told you no such thing. In fact, I recall telling you to entertain yourself." His eyes twinkled with brashness, and she sighed, relenting for no reason other than the fact that his smile was so disarming. "If you want me to take you on a tour you're going to have to ask me like a gentleman."

He reached across the stall and took her hand, holding her fingers like a knight in shining armour. "Fair Minna, I would like to see your planet, can you please take me on a tour?"

She sighed but made no move to yank her hand away. "Fine, I'll take you around where I live, and then we'll take an airship to my favourite restaurant tonight but that's it, there won't be time to see the whole place before the storm hits."

He patted her hand and stood up, stock straight, pride racing through him at his victory. "Thank you. I'll be a gentleman, don't worry."

Excitement flicked through her, and part of her wanted to lean across the bench and kiss him again, but she refrained. "I got to pack my stall up. Are you just going to stand there with your chest all puffed, or are you going to help me?"

He helped her without another word, half watching and half doing as the glass walls side out of their home in the ground to box in the wooden tables and shelves. When she made her way around the stall to the path, he looked her up and down before sticking his elbow out as she linked her arm to his. "You really are quite beautiful."

He was painfully charming, all brash and bold, and he knew it, maybe it would be better if she gave in a little. "Yeah, well you're not too bad yourself."

He grinned and unlinked their arms in favour of pulling her in and placing his hand on her waist. "Tell me about this restaurant?" He was going to turn this into a date if it was the last thing he did.

"Well, it normally takes a year to get a table, but I did all their glass work, so I get in whenever I want for free, and I can take one friend. So you're getting to go to the best restaurant on the planet." His heart thumped, maybe that meant he would get to see her in a pretty dress.

"Aren't I a lucky man," he shifted in his skin. "Something's telling me my attire may not suit this establishment."

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so, but where do you think we're going? The clothing section of the market is incredible." He understood what she meant as the tight pathways through the stalls opened up to the clothing sellers and their racks upon racks of wears in every colour and pattern conceivable in the known universe.

"Ay, incredible is right." His eyes scanned all the racks, landing on a dress of blue gossamer and white lace that would have made her brown eyes shiny in the lantern's glow. "What are you going to wear?"

She shrugged. "Something from home, I have a few nice dresses." She detached from him and pointed to the market section with all the shirts and pants. "Go wild. Just tell them you're going to The Flower and Stone tonight, and you need something to wear. Don't pay more than thirty Hydromoran Sesterces for an outfit and make sure they stick it in the steam wash for you."

He fought back his grin, the fact that it was looking like she was going to leave him meant he might be able to snag that pretty blue dress, nevertheless, he kept up the front. "You're just going to abandon me here?"

She shook her head. "I'll be over there looking at thread, I've got stuff to embroider. If you shout, I'll be able to hear you and I'll come running."

He huffed. "So much for the tour, Love."

She once again wore that look he loved so much, almost like his boldness was an affront to her sensibilities. She recovered and waved her hand around like she was a seedy salesman showing him an old ship. "Welcome to the garment district Kai, we have everything a person could want and more." She stepped towards the thread stall with a smile, ready to return to her task. "Happy?"

The fluttering impulse to kiss her was back in full force, and he bet to himself that her smile tasted like sweet berries and honey, but he resisted, fearing that if he kissed her now, he would throw away his plans to see the planet in favour of throwing her on a table and bedding her there and then. "Ay, but only just."

"Ok then, I'll be over there, don't cause any trouble." He watched her walk away, then wandered over to the stall with the dress and pulled it from the rack, making sure to look towards her every so often to check that she wasn't watching him.

"If that's for that lady you were just talking to, then it's a good choice." When he looked at the price tag, he was shocked at how reasonable it was, and the vendor smiled. "What's the occasion?"

"She's taking me to The Flower and Stone." The vendor's eyes went wide, and Kai chuckled. "That good huh?"

The man nodded. "I went there with my husband for our twentieth anniversary, it's the best food I've ever eaten." He held up a finger. "I will find you an outfit to match with the dress without it being obvious then I'll have you on your way."

He handed over the dress without another word, then a handful of coins with a smile. "For your troubles and a wash."

It was far more than the vendor asking for the dress, a shirt and a pair of pants, but Kai felt generous. "Of course, it will only be a moment." The man gave him a strange smile. "Minna's a good girl and a very competent solider, and I think you two look wonderful together."

"A very competent soldier." Kai would ask about that later when he knew she wouldn't offer another dismissive remark about him not wanting to know. "Thank you."

The vendor handed him the bag just as Minna returned to his side, waving warmly at the man as she looped her arm around Kai's. "Hello Willam, I had a feeling Kai would find something here."

He smiled. "That he did. Enjoy your night young lady."

Kai couldn't hear their farewell over the rush of blood in his ears; she smelled like the warmth of an autumn sun, and she was so pretty. She touched him like they had known each other for a lifetime. They had walked to a whole other area before his brain was back in his body. "Did you hear me?"

He blinked. "Sorry, Love, I'm just thinking about how hungry I am. What did you say?"

She sighed. "I said, the park where we're going has one of the oldest willow trees on the planet. It's big enough that you could hide a shuttle behind it."

He knew he shouldn't push his luck, but the more they walked, the more she leaned into him, and he was feeling brave. "How am I going to thank you for showing me such interesting sights as a big tree."

She was grinning up at him, and he couldn't help but laugh as she gave him a friendly shove. "You could not be an ass."

"Well, Love, I'll take that under advisement." Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped open, but her eyes held an endearment that only spurred him on, and he yanked her to him as the path opened before them and the tree came into view. It was an impressive vision, but there was no way he was going to let her know he thought that. "You were right about being able to hide a shuttle behind it."

They came under one of the massive branches and sat down under the shades on the weeping leaves. They were facing each other, knees bent with one of her legs between Kai's as he rested back on his elbows, and she leaned forward. "How old is this thing?"

She shrugged. "A few thousand years. You should see it covered in lantern bees, it's a thing to behold."

Her eyes drifted to the patrol of soldiers that had just entered the park, and he noticed how stiff she got when she saw their demeanour. "Everything alright, Love?"

She shook it off and sighed. "Yeah, I just hate Motherworlders. The sooner they're caught and dealt with the better."

He had seen so many planets since the fall, and Hydromora didn't look like one that even knew about the war, let alone one hurt by it, so against his better judgement, he asked, "How did they not turn this place to ash? I mean, it's got everything they could ever want for a war, and it's like nothing ever happened."

For a single moment, she looked so haunted that he almost apologised, but it was gone in a flash. "It's a very long story."

He flopped down on his back and looked up at the leaves as they danced in the light breeze. "I got time."

She shook her head. "I don't; I need to go home and wash my hair. We go out tonight, I'll get us lunch, then I'll drop you at the inn."

He smirked and popped up on his elbows, leaning closer, his eyes raking over the curls that hung around her face. "Ay, it's lovely hair, perhaps you could use a hand?"

She sighed and pushed herself up before extending her hand for him to take. "Not on your life. We're getting soup for lunch, make sure you leave room for dinner."

****

Despite how delicious the snow fern soup was and that he enjoyed it by the water while Minna told him all about the different environments across the planet, and the undercurrent that there would be a next time when she would show him everything, he was still nervous about dinner. He had become used to the rowing and turned his gaze to the sky to watch the oblong-shaped airship drift through the clouds.

As they pulled up to the inn, she let out a huff. "It's full." She rubbed the heel of her hand into her brow, then chewed on her cheek. "You can come to my place."

He forced back his grin. "I'm sure there's another place I can stay, I don't want to cause you trouble." It was the furthest from the truth, he was over the moon that she was opening her home to him so soon after meeting him.

She shook her head. "It's no trouble, it's not like I'm hurting for space." They pushed off again and headed into the cluster of islands that made up that area's living sector. They came to a grouping of no more than forty houses, and the first thing he noticed was that some of the plain glass panels were replaced with stained glass. They pulled into the small dock and tied off the boat before she led him down a wide path, the shade from the many trees dotted throughout the streets cast dancing shadows as they went by.

He knew they had finally arrived at her home by yellow blossoms that had woven themselves through her side of the hedge that stood for a fence between her and her neighbour, and a deep breath brought him a rush of memories that were equal measures happy and grief-stricken.

She was right; the house had plenty of room for him; the central dome stretched wide across the block flanked by garden beds and trees, and one of the three domes of the second level branched upwards into a level. "If you've got something against animals tell me now before I let you inside." He shook his head, and she smiled as she opened the door. "Shoes off please."

The first thing that hit him as he stepped through the door was the smell of fresh-cut flowers and how clean the place was. He followed her cue as she placed her shoes in a cabinet that seemed to come out of the wall from nowhere, then stepped off the tiles of the front area and onto the rich hardwood of the central room.

He only had a moment to look around before there was a faint clicking chatter, then the rush of feat before a creature the size of an eight year old raced up her leg into her arms. "Hello, Zephy; I missed you."

The dark purple-furred thing looked over her shoulder and then reached a pawed arm towards him, chattering as his head tilted back and forth while he took in Kai's face. "Well, aren't you a handsome boy?" Kai extended his hand to meet him in the middle, and he was struck by the softness of the fur as they made contact.

"He's a friendly fellow." Zephy must have liked the sound of that because he was crawling over Minna's shoulder to get Kai. He chuckled warmly and wove his fingers into the animal's thick fur as he curiously sniffed Kai.

"Get down you attention whore, you get plenty of cuddles already." The warmth vanished from Kai's arms as Zephy hurried back to the couch and nestled into the blankets. Minna turned around with a sigh and pointed to the door on one end of the main room. "There's a bed and a bathroom that way, so please make yourself comfortable; I need to go find something to wear and get ready."

He smiled and reached into the bag, his hand curling around the soft fabric of the dress. "About that." Her smile took a moment but filled the room with light when it came. "Since you're being such a good tour guide, it was the least I could do."

He passed it to her, and she held it up by its shoulders as she looked it over. "It's really beautiful, thank you Kai." A quiet came over the room, and it was suddenly hard for her to make eye contact. "I really need to start putting myself together. If you need anything, I'll be upstairs."

"Sure thing Darlin'." He paused for a moment as he pulled his attention away from her and to his immediate surroundings. "You have a lovely home; thank you for letting me stay."

She smiled softly. "It's my pleasure."

****

Kai decided he could have spent the rest of his life standing under the steady shower spray surrounded by the stained glass scene of birds flying around a pond of lily pads, and as the water washed over him, he thought about how he could charm his way into making this a date. Despite Minna's sighing and eye-rolling, he thought she found him quite endearing; otherwise, she wouldn't have put up with him this long.

He loved her incredulous look at his boldness too much to be subtle about it, no, he was going to tell her this was a date and smirk when she glared at him. He stepped out of the shower and dried off, his muscles well and truly soothed by the hot water as he threw on his outfit for the night. It had been months since he had worn anything with buttons and a collar let alone something that was such a lovely shade of green, and the black trousers certainly fit him differently than usual camo pants with pockets full of weapons.

He stepped back out into the main area, planted himself on the most comfortable lounge he had ever sat on and waited for Minna to walk down the stairs. It didn't take long before he heard her footsteps and he turned to greet her with a smile, but any plans of charming her were snatched from his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. In his silence, she had begun to look at him strangely, her left eye wrinkled as she tried to decipher what he was thinking. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's weird."

He recovered quickly, walked over to her with a swagger, and leaned into her space. "You look stunning, Love."

He wasn't the only one admiring because her eyes were locked on the way his shirt hugged his muscled torso as she smiled bashfully. "Thank you. You look very handsome, the shirt suits you."

"Ay, it does, doesn't it?" He flexed a little, and she rolled her eyes as he grinned at her.

She walked to the front door and retrieved his shoes from the hidden cabinet before pulling out a pair of heels for herself. "The airship's docking in ten, so we need to leave."

He lifted an eyebrow as she moved to the back of the house. "The front door's that way, Love."

She sighed. "We need to get to the airship dock, it's will be faster if we go out the back."

He followed her through the doorway and found himself in a long hallway that branched off into four more domes, one going to the second story, their glass with an opaque cast that the houses seemed to take on as the sunlight died. They took the far left path, and he found himself in the kitchen with its hanging plants, marble countertop and beautifully carved wooden cabinets, but any hope they were stopping for a drink from her ample bar was dashed when she made her way to the stairs.

She paused at the doorway to the second story and took a deep breath, not turning to face him while she spoke. "You shouldn't talk about what you see in here, got me?"

Her tone was devoid of anything, and it left a coldness in the air. "Yes, ma'am." He knew why the moment he stepped inside, the walls were lined with Motherworlder weapons, some still splattered with what he knew to be dried blood. "Fucken 'ell."

She chuckled, but there was no warmth in it, and she opened a drawer to grab a gun, which she had placed in her purse. It was the same style of sleek firearm he had seen the locals carrying, nothing like the bulky things the Motherworld soldiers laden themselves with, and he wondered how much damage it could truly do. "Are you armed?"

He blinked. "No, I left my gun in my bag. It's a bit big, you know."

She opened another drawer and handed him one a similar size to hers, all be it encased in a holster. "Place it at the small of your back; the holster will adapt to your body and stay put. Don't pull the trigger unless you want to kill the person at the other end of the barrel."

He did what she asked and felt it meld to him seamlessly. "You always carrying?"

She gave him a curt nod. "Yep, this one's just a little more discreet than the one I normal have with me." She was back down the stairs and talking him back into the kitchen and through its back door before he could respond, but to his surprise, she opened the door for it. "The dock's a five-minute walk; you have till then to ask your questions."

He thought for a moment before settling on being blunt. "How'd you get all those guns?"

He wasn't paying any attention to the streets, just her face as she walked beside him. "The ones in the drawers or the ones on the walls?"

Something in the air made him hopeful that he was finally making progress on her history. "Both."

"The guns in the drawers are from the war; everyone who joined the military was given an arsenal. The guns on the walls are ones I took from Motherworlders." She always had such a hatred in her voice when she spoke of them, it wasn't hard to understand when he got a look at the weapons they brought to her home.

"Ones you.."

She cut him off. "Yes, but that's a story for another day. You've got time for one more question."

It was hard not to smile, it might not have been a lot but it was something. "Why'd you give me a gun? You seem like you can look after yourself given how many trophies you have."

Her jaw clenched, but she responded before he could apologise for misspeaking. "Because, there are Motherworlders on planet, and you never know when they might show up. I don't want to get into knife fight in my pretty dress."

She came to a stop, and he smiled as he saw his chance to recover as the wind picked up. "Well then, if we get into a shooting match I'll be sure to have your back."

She smiled and looped her arm in his. "Good. Now no more talk of war and killing, the airship's here." She pulled him back as it landed at the docks, and a man stepped out with a tray. "You ready?"

A wonderful smell emanating from the cabin made his mouth water, and he smiled. "Hell yeah."

Part Three

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