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Xemnas

This pregnancy was hard on Xemnas and he wasn’t even the one carrying the baby. Creating another vessel, as his s/o proposed the idea, seemed like an amazing concept in theory. However, months later, after it’s much too late to go back on his choice, he finds that the concept of making another human being was a lot more complex than he realized. His s/o is always emotional and crying and demanding food that can only be found on some far off world, which meant that he had to send one of the other members to fetch it for him. Honestly, how hard could it possibly be to find oysters in Port Royal?

The hardest part of the whole situation was that she never wanted to be alone. When it was just the two of them, Xemnas found it easy enough to just slip away and conduct his business, then come home as he pleased, but now he found himself most days sitting next to his s/o on a couch and doing all of his work there while his spare hand is gently scratching the young woman’s head. Some nights the two would just sit and talk of the days activities, and sometimes they would just sit in silence or play a record to listen to.

Either way, she seemed to be happy with the arrangement they had and it was quite common for her to fall asleep with a little silence in a quiet room together. And when she was asleep, Xemnas found himself watching her. Maybe it was natural instinct, but watching her sleep brought him a sense of ease. The Superior could help a small smile. The poor thing was a trooper, he could easily see how tired carrying this child made her. But she did it for him. The white haired man turned down and placed a kiss on the sleeping woman’s head before returning to his work and enjoying the soft music playing in the room. This trial was one they would get through together.

Xigbar

Aw No. She was crying again. She did that a lot lately. Hormones or something. He didn’t know why she was crying but god did he hate it when she cried. It felt shitty. So shitty.

“Aw babe… Don’t - don’t cry. Please.” Xigbar was so bad with emotions and shit like this and ever since his s/o got pregnant, the emotional workload has been a lot higher for him. Does he regret it? no. Not one bit. But it was… hard. She was sitting on the bed, weeping into a pillow and watching a movie on the television. Apparently the dog had died and it was just too much for her.

Xigbar sat on the edge of the bed next to her and she immediately moved to cling to him. Apparently she just felt the need for contact. He sighed, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his chest, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Better?” He asked.

The girl nodded as she placed a kiss on the sharpshooters scarred cheek and cuddled closer, returning her attentions to the movie. Even as they say there, Xigbar’s hand moved to the girls swollen tummy. She was having his baby; something he never in all of his plans expected to happen. It was something he had to get used to at first, but this was something he was willing to take one day at a time though the though that there would a child of his running around terrified him at times. If it wasn’t her; he probably would have been good as gone. If you told that he would have been here one day, holding the girl he cares about more than anyone in all the worlds, who was big with his baby no less, he would have said they were on some hard shit.

He kissed his love on the cheek again. If this kid comes out anything like her, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Xaldin

The large man had once, long ago, before everything, dreamed of having a family; a little wife for him to care for and protect along with the patter of little feet. He never told anyone this, of course, that would be ridiculous, but he still found himself thinking about his little fantasy in times of strife. Even still, the lancer knew those dreams were unrealistic. Real love was for fools. But now, even as that dream was almost a reality, he still didn’t believe it. Here he sat, out on a small bench in Radiant Garden, looking up at the stars with his little wife nestled up against him, and her belly growing larger with each passing day with his child. It was almost too good to be true.

Now that the sun had gone down, it was as if Radiant Gardens had frozen in time. All of the town was asleep and all that could be heard was the soft breeze rustling through the trees. Xaldin could feel his little wife shiver from the breeze. “Are you cold?” He asked as he looked down at her.

“A bit, but don’t worry about me.“ The girl smiled. She was always like this, wishing not to be a burden. She was the type to rather suffer than be a bother to anyone, but Xaldin knew what to do. In a graceful movement, the dark-haired man reached one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees and lifted the girl up gently onto his lap before wrapping his arms around her.

“Is that better?” His little wife nothing as she leaned in her head to rest on Xaldin’s shoulder before giving him a kiss on the cheek and making a soft hum of approval. That was enough to say yes. The two sat in silence once again, looking at the sky above them as the stars twinkled in the sky. This world, the one he knew in his past life, was one that always brought him ease. After a moment, the lancer couldn’t help but place a hand on her swollen belly, something he never thought he would be able to feel in this life of his. How did he even deserve anything close to this? She hummed contentedly as he kept her warm before speaking.

“Here.” She reached up and moved Xaldin’s hand to another part of her belly. “He’s kicking. Feel.” And not a moment later, he felt it; the little foot pressing itself against her belly and into the palm of his hand. And it was as if for a moment, the stars that were in the sky were in the lancer’s heart instead, almost feeling a light inside of him that he hadn’t felt in eons. He smiled and pressed a kiss to his little wife’s cheek before holding her closer to him.

“Our baby is a fighter.” he couldn’t help but let his smile grow to a full grin.

“Just like his Daddy.” She smiled, kissing her husband back, but on his lips.

How did he deserve such bliss?

Vexen

Was this expected? No. Definitely not. But what also was not expected was how well the Scientist would take to the news. As soon as the initial shock wore off, the man acted as if he was a father for years. Piles of prenatal vitamins and books of research littered the counter tops, and don’t even start on letting her do any manual labor. Vexen keeps calling on Lexaeus to help her with any and all laborious tasks. It was a little overbearing but she knew that her partner only wanted the best for her and this baby.

The only thing the scientist didn’t expect was her need for his attention and company. At first it was very difficult for the spindly man, unable to get to work without her incessant crying for his affection, but soon enough a solution was found by turning an older and unused portion of the lab into a place where his little spouse could sit and be out of harms way. This was not HIS choice of course, but the rest of the organization insisted that to keep the pregnant woman happy was to throw away the old/broken machines and failed experiments Vexen hoarded back there and make it into a place where the only one that had to ‘deal’ with all her problems was Vexen.

As time went by, the scientist started to like the company and knowing that his partner was here and safe at all times was a good benefit. Sometimes, when he was waiting for results or letting a machine run its course, the scientist likes to come down to her little sitting corner and stop for a moment. Before her, he would never have even thought of doing such a thing, but maybe having a child of his own was starting to make him settle down more.

He sat next to her and gave the woman a kiss on her hand as he did so. “How are you feeling today? No complications?” The scientists green eyes scanned over her as he spoke, almost wary.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes yes. Everything is fine. You worry too much, Vexen. If anything were wrong, I would have told you already.” As the scientist settled into the seat beside her, the woman nestled herself into the spindly man. He must not be comfortable, but she still seemed content.

The scientist let out a tired sigh as she pushed herself into him, reaching an arm around the girls waist. As he did, the blondes long fingers brushed against the girls ever growing middle. She was still only midway but the poor thing was tired more often than not. Raising Ienzo had given the scientist a feel for what it was like to be a parent, but this was the part that was unfamiliar. Was this normal? Was she okay? The books seemed to indicate yes, but that still didn’t assuage his worries. Sitting in the silence as he held her close to him, Vexen would often let worries like this take over his talented mind.

But as the worries clouded his thoughts, Vexen was brought back when he saw his partner’s eyes looking up at him in concern. Even with all of these changes, she still found it in her heart to worry about someone like him. And from that look, something in him just cleared, for even just a moment, the scientist knew everything was going to be okay. “Alright.. I think that enough work has been done for the day…” The scientist sighed as he rose to his feet, then turning and placing a hand out to his partner. “How about we go home and make some dinner? What are you in the mood for?”

The girl smiled and took her love’s hand, using him to help her up onto her feet. Standing became difficult when there was a mass the size of a watermelon inside of you. “Ohhh you shouldn’t ask a pregnant woman what she’s hungry for.” she laughed. “It could be anything.”

“Well,” The scientist smiled. “Maybe I am willing to take that risk.” And as the two walked back up to their quarters, Vexen did something he hadn’t done foe quite some time; he grinned to himself on how great this new experiment could be.

Lexaeus

Lexaeus is so ready to be a dad. He loved raising Ienzo so much and when he found out you were having this baby, the man couldn’t help but be happy. It was hard for him to show it of course, but his partner knew just by his actions. For the last few months, The large man was home from missions faster than ever before, so eager to get home and see her, sometimes even before the sun was close to setting. Coming through the door to their quarters in the castle and being greeted by her smiling face was probably his favorite part of the day.

Looking up from her chair, her smile went wide the moment her eyes met his. She almost jumped as she rose from her chair to meet him. “Welcome home!” She grinned. “How was your mission? Do you need anything? I can start on dinner!” She was so excitable. It was something the hero loved about her.

“Please.. “ He needed to choose his words carefully. “Today was good. Good work to be done. But you need to rest. For the Baby.” Heh. The baby. That thought alone gave him a little thrill.

“Oh you worry too much! It’s still early. I’m barely showing and I can still do a lot. And I can’t help myself if I missed you.” As she spoke, the large man couldn’t help but look at the bump that had only started to show. “I wish you didn’t have to go so much, but I know you can’t help it.”

Lexaeus felt the same way, and he knew he couldn’t do much to change that. But sometimes he knew how to make it up to her. In one effortless motion, the silent hero swooped his beloved into his arms and started to carry her to the bathroom, placing her down only to draw a warm bath.

After their bath, Lexaeus helped his beloved to their couch and wrapped her gently in the blankets she loved most before sitting down next to her. When they had what little time together they could find, Lexaeus found himself only wanting to hold her close to him. Paternal instincts maybe? Either way, he didn’t mind. She snuggled herself into him more as he held her close. The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft rain that pitted against the window of the castle. In the calming silence, the man whispered.

“I can’t wait… to meet them..” The man smiled as he placed his large hand on her tiny one resting on her stomach.

She smiled and gave him a kiss on the side of his face. “They can’t wait to meet you either. I just know it.”

Zexion

Zexion and his SO had been together for a while. They loved each other quite a lot, and knew they could take on anything together. But Zexion finding out his love was pregnant, well it was more than a shock for him. The boy was not a child anymore, but he didn’t think he was quite ready for kids just yet.

Of course, when fate makes those choices for you, you need to become ready. Zexion immediately stepped up to the challenge. He worked hard to get what was needed and did what needed to be done. Sometimes that meant doing extra tasks around to Organization, and sometimes that meant working on longer missions but the boy worked hard. This also meant getting home to his beloved later than he wanted to. She would always wait up for him, saying it was unfair to expect him to do the work. She always had a good meal on the table waiting and as small as it was, the boy found it was the thing he was most thankful for.

After the meal was eaten and the dishes were done, the two liked to spend what little time was left in the day laying on their bed together, Reading books. Zexion would usually be the one readings as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his voice.As he read, Zexion could sense his dear love falling asleep. He knew that as time went on, staying up this late became more and more difficult for her. The girl was growing a life, it was no easy task, but these moments were the ones he treasured most.

“I think that’s enough reading for tonight…” Zexion closed his book and placed it down on the nightstand next to him, the movement rousing the girl from near-sleep.

“Nnnh? Aw, no… I was listening, I swear - I…” She yawned again.

“Sure you were. Either way, Bed time.” Reaching over, Zexion turned off the lamp on the nightstand and the room went black. In the darkness, the scholar turned to himself back to his S/O and wrapped his arms around her growing belly. They often slept like this, comforted by each other in sleep. The only problem was that he knew he had to leave her again at dawn, but for now, he took all of her in.

As much as this baby was going to be a large trial, the idea that in a few months he was going to be a dad gave Zexion a tingle of excitement. This was something he wanted to be one day, and while it was much sooner than he expected, he still was excited to be with the woman he loved and that she was having his baby.

The boy placed a kiss on her shoulder, it was clear she was already asleep, but it didn’t matter. The scholar knew that all of this hard work would be worth it when their little one would arrive. And it was going to be amazing.

Saix

Something about seeing his partner waddling around the castle, heavy with his child, gave Saix a burst of masculine pride every time he saw her. The pregnancy had been tough so far but the Diviner was confident in his abilities as a guardian that things would be alright. This, however, didn’t stop him from guarding over the mother of his child like a hawk at all hours. She never left his side, and didn’t mind his concern, but when he started getting protective over who she spoke with was where things started to get hairy. There had to be a conversation about how Demyx was too afraid to approach her anymore, something to do with the glares and threats he was receiving? Either way, it took a lot of reasoning and argument before she was able to even see her friends again.

But even after the discussion, hedidn’t want to leave anything to risk. His s/o was top priority, first and foremost. So most times, she still stayed by her lover’s side. Missions quickly were taken off of her agenda and were replaced with time resting and eating properly. But when he was finished with assigning missions and answering to Lord Xemnas, Saix spent the free time he made to tend to his ever growing mate. This child was not quite planned, but when plans change, you need to make changes accordingly.

This morning, like most others, she waited on one of the many leather love-seats in the Gray Area while Saix assigned the morning missions. Usually, she was able to stay awake through the morning, but today as Saix looked over his shoulder to check on her, he found that she had fallen back asleep on the sofa. As the last of the other members left to other worlds to complete their missions, Saix made his way to the couch. For a moment he just watched her sleep, the steady rising and falling of her chest bringing him a sense of calm. She was supposed to be nothing to him. He was a nobody. He was supposed to feel nothing. But what would explain his need to protect this person? He may never know. What he did know was that priorities change.

Lifting her head briefly, the diviner sat down on the couch and placed her head back down on his lap. At least won’t be as harmful to her neck. As she slept, the blue-haired man brought a hand to her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and gently rubbed her head with the tips of her fingers. She liked that. The girl let out a contented sigh soundly asleep. The two sat like this for a while; maybe 15 minutes. Maybe 30. Eventually, his partner roused from her slumber.

“Nnnngh…” she sighed as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Looking up and seeing her beloved, she smiled. “Hey, you…. Done already?”

“Yes… All done.” His expression softened as he spoke. “Nothing left to do today until the others return… In the meantime, are you hungry? I can make something to eat.”

“Hmmm… That does sound nice, but… Can we just stay like this a while?” She asked, reaching a hand up and tucking a stray lock of blue behind the Diviner’s ear. “Its not very often I have such a handsome pillow.”

“Alright. If that is what you wish.” Saix replied as his love made herself comfortable on his lap again, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh. The diviner continued running his fingers through the girls hair and gently massaged the top of hair. As crazy as it all was, sometimes moments of serenity could be found.

As they sat in silence, Saix found himself looking out the window to the moon. Who could expect this turn of events? The fearsome Saix, the Lunar Diviner, gently holding a maiden in his lap who was carrying his child? No one certainly.. And then his gaze drifted down to her.. Sleeping safely in his lap, unafraid of the monster that he was. Maybe.. If someone like her could love him, then he could be an alright father to his child.

Axel

It was another long day, doing questionable tasks for an organization that had both given Axel everything and taken almost all of it away. But at least now he was able to return home to the one thing he knew was his and his alone. Coming through the door to their shared quarters made him feel like one of the husbands in those old 1950’s tv shows.

“I’m home!” Axel called out into the room. The redhead waited a moment, but when no reply came, worry took over, running to the kitchen, bathroom, every room, but found nothing. Worry quickly turned to fear as his searching became more rushed and panicked.

And then, in the bedroom, there she was, asleep on the bed with a pillow stuffed between her knees. Axel let out a sigh of relief as he dropped to the bedside, moving the stray hair from her face, and placing a kiss on his beloved’s head. The girl scrunched her face in reaction before slowly rousing from sleep, her eyes meeting his large green ones.

“Oh, welcome home…” She smiled before letting out a big yawn. “I missed you…” The redhead smiled and placed a hand on her swollen tummy. He never got tired of doing it, and every time he did, he felt a flurry of excitement. “I missed you, too… Were you two good while I was gone?”

Oh man.. Someone needs to tell this baby that kicking me all day and night is not funny… It’s definitely your little prankster in there. No one else keeps me awake more than you.”

Axel broke into a grin and kissed her neck, giving a teasing nibble to her ear. “Oh, is that so? I think that attitude of yours is how we got into this predicament in the first place.” He placed another big kiss on her cheek before moving down to his beloved’s big belly. “You hear that, Baby? Keeping your mom awake is my job. You need to cool it. Got it memorized?”

“Oh thank goodness the kicking stopped…” she sighed in relief, placing a hand through her husbands bright red mane. “You have a way with kids, Axel, I swear…”

“Well, I really hope so. For this kid’s sake, at least.“ He rose from her belly and sat beside her on the bed, staring down at his hand over her stomach.

“Axel… You’re gonna be great. Don’t worry just yet,” she sat up with a little wiggle, and placed a kiss on the young man’s cheek before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The redhead kept his one hand on her stomach as the other wrapped itself over her shoulder and around her.

Yeah… They were going to get through this together. Somehow.

Demyx

“Oh Come On! Come On! One more song!” Demyx whined to his love as he started to strum on his sitar. He looked up longingly at his beloved from where he was sitting on the floor. “You know music is good for the baby, and so is listening to voices outside! I just want to sing one more…”

“Alright alright fine. one more… As good as music is, sleep is important, too” She yawned as she rocked in her chair, the one her sweet little Demyx got Lexaeus to carry up for them earlier that day.

The boy gleamed as he started to play soft notes on his sitar, singing a soft song he learned in one of the worlds his recent missions took him to. “Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.”

“How was that? Think the baby will like it?” he asked, the light still sparkling in his eyes.

She chuckled. “It was perfect, Dem. They’re gonna love it… Now, can you help me up? We need to rest.”

The boy rose to his feet and held a hand out to help her back out of the chair. The girl rose to her feet with a wobble, but quickly gained her footing. She was finally starting to get the hang of her balance with her new big belly. The two made it to the bedroom without any problems and laid down in the bed, his arm quick to wrap around her and pull into him. The two sat on the bed a moment looking up at the ceiling, each lost in thought.

“I am so excited to be a dad…” The musician mused, almost to himself. “Like at first, this was so scary. Well, It’s still kinda scary, but now I’m kinda excited for it? I know it’s gonna be hard but.. For the first time, I’m looking forward to the hard work.” The girl looked over at Demyx with mock surprise.

“Did I just hear the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx, King of Avoiding Missions, just say that he wanted to do hard work? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” She poked fun, but it was true. He did. “No, really! I think it’s because I want to be a good dad… But I want to be the best I can be…”

And with that admission, the girl smiled, placing a gentle hand on the musicians cheek and pulling him into a small kiss.

“Well.. Then I guess I’ve got just the right guy, huh?” Demyx smiled into her lips as he kissed her again and again.

Luxord

“Oh come on… just one drink? To settle my stomach? Shouldn’t be a problem, Really.” The pregnant woman whined as Luxord locked the liquor in the cabinet, a precaution he didn’t think he’d have to take. It had only been 2 months into the pregnancy and now it was going to be even longer without alcohol for him to drink.

“What? No! Alcohol is not something you can have anymore. You know that.” The blond sighed and closed the liquor cabinet with a click before walking to the stove and pouring 2 piping hot cups of tea. “If you want something to drink, have some of this. It’s an herbal tea I heard about in the Land of Dragons. It is supposed to be good for you and the baby.”

As Luxord placed the teacup on the table in front of her, his beloved lady frowned, giving the teacup a look of contempt of someone who killed her family. She was not happy about all of these changes but it was her call to keep this baby, and therefore , it was his job to honor it and make sure she didn’t do something dangerous. And as much as the gambler was doubtful he was the “good father type”, he knew how much he loved this girl and he was willing to go through heaven and hell for her, and if that meant kids, so be it. But watching her stare so sadly at the tea in front of her made him let out a tired sigh.

“My dear… I know this is something that neither of us expected would be happening, especially so soon..” The blond reached his free arm over her shoulder as he sat down next to her and placed his own tea on the table. “But we’re going to brave these seas, we need to do it the right way. We don’t get any second chances at this, my love. And as much as I would love to replace my tea with something much stronger, I will not give in to temptation. So, please, try the tea.” The gambler placed a kiss on his treasures head before reaching to grab her tea and offering it to her. The girl gave him a disgruntled sigh before taking the cup from him and taking a sip.

“Its… good. Hot and kind of bitter… but nice..” She took another sip, a larger one this time and let out a sight to allow the heat to escape. Luxord smiled in relief, placing a hand on her stomach and moving himself closer to her.

“You see? Maybe some change won’t be so bad for us. After all, our lives before now may not be best for a little one to be growing up in.” As he spoke, he moved his hands in tiny circular motions on her tummy.

“Luxord, please.. I’m not even showing yet…Don’t get too excitable…” she chuckled and shoved the blond away playfully only to have him bounce back to her and place a kiss on the side of her ear.

“Oh… But you know full well how excitable I can be.” The gambler gave her a hungry grin before diving into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites.. Causing her to shudder and let out a light gasp.

Well, at least there are some things that won’t ever change.

Marluxia

It was almost time, and Marluxia knew how difficult it had been for his little flower. Though she wasn’t so little anymore, she still looked radiant. Most days, he found himself just watching her waddle around their home, entranced by her beauty. And as much as she didn’t believe him, it was true. The assassin sighed dreamily as he watched her sleep next to him. The morning moonlight from outside the castle window seemed to just gently caress her skin. Eventually, his beloved roused from her slumber and turned her head to see the rose-haired man staring down at her.

“Good morning, my Blossom.” The assassin cooed as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled himself close.

“You were staring again, my love.” She smiled, turning herself to face him, but in the process separating them with her swollen tummy. Marluxia softly chuckled and moved his hand to her stomach.

“You know I can’t help myself.” He grinned. “My eyes are drawn to beauty, and once they find it, they can’t tear themselves away. It would be just sinful.”

“Oh? I don’t think I remember you having a problem with sinning 9 months ago… I guess you’ve changed more than I thought.” She teased him with a false hypothetical, but it was true. It was sinning that got them to this point after all.

“Hmmmm…” The assassin moved in and started to leave a trail of kisses down his blossom’s neck. “Well… All rules have exceptions, don’t you think?”

She laughed as his kisses tickled her skin and for a moment everything was at peace. But then as if out of nowhere, her face scrunched and she let out a soft hiss of pain. It only lasted a moment and then her face quickly changed back to the one Marluxia knew.

“I… We gotta go. Now.”

Was this it? Before Marluxia could even ask, he looked into her eyes, and it was painfully obvious that yes this was it.

Oh. Shit.

Larxene

Aw man, another shitty day of working with utter morons. Larxene let out an aggravated sigh as she walked down the castle halls. Sometimes it seemed pointless to be here at all, but after days like this, she knew something good was waiting for her at home. The nymph straightened her posture and stretched her arms up over her head to loosen up before reaching out to the door in front of her.

“I’m home! Where are you?” She called before unzipping her large coat, hanging it on the wall behind her, and revealing the black tank top and pants underneath. Not everyone in this organization went commando under those things, you know. As she kicked off her black leather boots that were super not convenient for combat, a small voice called back from the back of the domicile.

“Bedroom!”

Larxene started to walk back towards the back bedroom, but making sure to stop at the fridge to grab her pint of ice cream and a spoon. As she came through the bedroom, she couldn’t help but smile. There sitting up in the bed was her girlfriend, tummy swollen with their growing baby, watching TV and snacking on what looked like Chipithys, her favorite snack.

Now you might be asking yourself: “how did Larxene the Bitch Queen end up having a baby?” Well a lot of her coworkers asked the same question. But the answer is none of your fucking business. Once these girls decided it was what they both wanted, there wasn’t a force that could stop them. Of course, it wasn’t that hard to get Marluxia to agree to help them out. Good friends do that.

“Hey! How was work?” The girl asked as she moves some pillows beside her on the bed, making room for Larxene.

“Work was crap.” She gave an exasperated sigh as she plopped down on the bed next to her girlfriend. “Demyx ruined my cover on checking out a swarm of heartless when we were in the Land of Dragons, all because he saw a SPIDER. I swear, he was lie ’Eughhh! Larxene get it awayyy'” And as the blonde mocked her compatriot, complete with arm movements and a pretty good impression of the whiney musician, her girlfriend couldn’t help but break out in hysterical laughter. The laughter was contagious as Larxene broke out in giggles soon after, only cracking open her pint of ice cream when the laughter died down.

“For real though… Men are so stupid…” Larxene stated as she ate a spoonful of ice cream. Her girlfriend looked mildly concerned.

“You know there’s like a 50% chance that this baby is a boy, right? What then, Larx? You still gonna be saying that? Ahh-” She opened her mouth wide as Larxene fed her a spoonful and she let out a little hum of satisfaction. She was so cute. Larxene reached over and placed a kiss on her girlfriends cheek.

“Well yeah, but.. At least that’s our boy that we’ll raise to not be stupid. I mean, we’re his parents, how stupid could he really be?” Her girlfriend laughed again, resting a head on Larxene’s shoulder. She placed kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead, took another bite of her ice cream and stared up at the TV. “So what’re we watching? General Hospital?”

“What? No its Days of our Lives… Jeez Larx…It's completely different...”

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seasonson5th · 5 years ago

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The G-spot doesn’t exist

There is no magic button. We’re here to correct the record—and to apologize.

Once upon a time, that time being 1982, there was sex. And then, suddenly, there was sex.

The difference? A teensy half-inch ribbed nub on the upper front wall of your vagina. Scientists—and magazines (hi) and books and sex-toy companies and movies and TV shows and your roommates and your sex-ed teacher—reported that it was a universal key to The Mysterious Female Orgasm. And thus began the era when you were supposed to be able to say “it blew my mind” to your girlfriends at brunch.

Or was it three inches wide? Farther down, near your vulva? Slick instead of ribbed? Kinda springy to the touch?

Whatever, it was it. And fuck if we all didn’t work hard to find our own. Back in 1982, Cosmo told women to get there by “squatting” so it would be easier “to stick one or two fingers inside the vagina” and make the necessary “come-hither motion.” A 2020 Google search turns up thousands of road maps (“where is the G-spot?” has been searched more times than Michaels Jordan and Jackson). That cute-adjacent guy you slept with in college tried the classic pile-drive maneuver, to middling success.

🩸THE G-SPOT IS ALLEGEDLY… 🩸🩸“One inch in.”  🩸🩸🩸“Three inches in.” 🩸🩸🩸🩸“Barely in.” 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸“Near my cervix.” 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸“The roof of my uterus.” 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸“The back right of my vagina.” 🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸“In a little pocket of space up near my belly button.”🩸

But it must not matter, because the G-spot economy is booming: G-spot vibrators, G-spot condoms, G-spot lube, G-spot workshops, and, for the particularly daring and/or Goop-inspired, $1,800 G-spot shots meant to plump yours for extra pleasure.

Hell, even Merriam-Webster is in on it: The G-spot is a “highly erogenous mass of tissue” in every dictionary it prints.

So then why, when we talked to the woman who helped “discover” it, did she tell us we’ve all been obsessed with the wrong thing?

THAT WOMAN IS BEVERLY WHIPPLE, PHD. SHE AND A TEAM of researchers officially coined the term “G-spot” in the early ’80s. They named the thing, which they described as a “sensitive” “small bean,” for German researcher Ernst Gräfenberg (yeah, a dude). And just like that, your most frustrating fake body part was born.

Honestly, it all got out of hand from there, says Whipple. Her team wasn’t saying that each and every woman has a G-spot. (“Women are capable of experiencing sexual pleasure many different ways,” she insists to Cosmo now. “Everyone is unique.”) And despite that bean analogy, they didn’t mean it was a spot spot. They were talking about an “area” that could simply make some women feel good. But the media (hi again!) preferred the neat and tidy version and ran with it like a sexual cure-all.

Researchers did too. In 2012, a study published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine proclaimed that of course the G-spot was real. It just wasn’t a bean. It was actually an 8.1- by 3.6-millimeter “rope-like” piece of anatomy, a “blue” and “grape-like” sac. This revelation came from gynecologic surgeon Adam Ostrzenski, MD, PhD, after his study of an 83-year-old woman’s cadaver. (He went on to sell “G-spotplasty” treatments to women.) Over the years, lots of other researchers found the G-spot to be lots of other things: “a thick patch of nerves,” “the urethral sponge,” “a gland,” “a bunch of nerves.”

For the most part, though, the thing that women were supposed to find has remained a mystery to the experts telling them to find it. Dozens of trials used surveys, pathologic specimens, imaging, and biochemical markers to try to pinpoint the elusive G-spot once and for all.

In 2006, a biopsy of women’s vaginas turned up nothing.

In 2012, a group of doctors reviewed every single piece of known data on record and found no proof that the G-spot exists.

In 2017, in the most recent and largest postmortem study to date done on 13 cadavers, researchers looked again: still nothing.

🩸🩸THE G-SPOT IS ALLEGEDLY… “Really deep in there, not close to the opening of my vagina at all.” “IDK.” “My clitoris.” “By my butt.” “Behind the clitoris.” “Right inside my vagina and to the left.” “In different places.”🩸🩸

“It’s not like pushing an elevator button or a light switch,” asserts Barry Komisaruk, PhD, a neuroscientist at Rutgers University. “It’s not a single thing.”

“I don’t think we have any evidence that the G-spot is a spot or a structure,” says Nicole Prause, PhD, a neuroscientist who studies orgasms and sexual arousal. “I’ve never understood why it was interpreted as some new sexual organ. You can’t standardize a vagina—there is no consistency across women as to where exactly we experience pleasure.”

Sure, she says, some women might have an area inside their vaginas that contains a bunch of smaller, super-sensitive areas. But some women say that when they follow Cosmo’s old two-finger come-hither advice, they feel discomfort or like they have to pee. Others feel nothing at all. Because for them, there’s nothing there.

NOW FOR THE TRICKIEST PART OF this story—and, TBH, the reason this is even a story at all. Despite the lack of scientific evidence, there are still lots of G-spot believers, many of them super-smart, well-meaning sex educators. They’re a pretty heated group (one hung up on us when we called for an interview) and not...entirely...wrong. Their point is: If a woman believes she’s found her G-spot, that should outweigh any lack of science. And specifically, if someone claims to have experienced G-spot pleasure, it seems “bizarre” to shut her down, says Kristen Mark, PhD, a sex educator at the University of Kentucky. “That feels like going backward.”

Fair. It’s just that, as Prause points out, “women deserve accurate information about their bodies.” Can’t we have our pleasure—and the truth too?

As Prause said (and this bears repeating), for some women, there is sexual sensitivity where the G-spot is supposed to be. But for others, there’s none. Or it’s to the left. Or it’s in a few places. And that’s kind of the whole point. It’s all okay. It can all feel good.

What everyone can agree on is that we need more research. Women’s sexual health is vastly understudied, and the scientific hurdles are borderline absurd. In 2015, Prause tried to get a trial going at UCLA that would study orgasms in women who were, you know, actually alive. The board heard her out but wanted a promise that her test subjects “wouldn’t climax” because they didn’t like the optics of women orgasming in their labs. (As you’ve already guessed, the study wasn’t approved.)

So yeah, a new kind of thinking about female pleasure is going to take a minute for certain people to get on board with. Like those brunch friends who go on and on about G-spot rapture. And like men, who might love the idea of the G-spot best of all. A G-spot orgasm requires penetration, which just so happens to be the way most guys prefer to get off. “If you’ve got a penis, it would be super convenient if the way the person with a vagina has pleasure is for you to put your penis in their vagina,” says Emily Nagoski, PhD, author of Come as You Are, a book that explores the science of female sexuality. Related: 80 percent of the men in Cosmo’s survey said they believe every woman has a G-spot; nearly 60 percent called it the “best way” for a female partner to achieve pleasure. (“Once you rally enough experience like myself, you can find it on every girl,” one supremely confident guy told us.)

Just like it did for women, the G-spot gave men a universal performance metric and the “cultural message that pleasure for women happens by pounding on their vaginas with your penis,” says Nagoski.

Things were this close to going in a much better direction. “In the early ’80s, there was research that was really putting the clitoris front and center,” explains Nagoski. “Then along came the G-spot research, creating this pressure for women to be orgasmic from vaginal stimulation even though most women’s bodies just aren’t wired that way. And if you really think about why vaginal stimulation matters so much, it’s because it puts the focus on male pleasure.”

GO AHEAD AND LET THAT SINK in while we gear up to talk about the fallout. Not only the sexual frustration (although that, definitely that) but also the giant emotional burden the G-spot unwittingly dropped on all of us. Turns out, the thing that was supposed to awaken and equalize our sex lives came with a really shitty side effect: shame.

More than half of the women in Cosmo’s survey reported feeling inadequate or frustrated knowing that others are able to orgasm in a way they can’t. Eleven percent said this made them avoid sex entirely. “I have friends who say they always climax from intercourse alone and they’re like, ‘You just haven’t found it yet,’” says Alyssa, a Cosmo reader. “It’s like they’re the lucky ones.”

That’s why on one recent Tuesday, another Cosmo reader, Beth, found herself sitting in a room that looked oddly like a vagina—low, pink light, a candle burning softly nearby—getting her first round of G-spot homework. She and her husband had hired a sex therapist to help them feel more in sync sexually. Basically, he wanted it a lot more than she did, probably because she was still waiting for something...bigger. “I can have a clitoral orgasm,” she says. “But knowing that there’s something better, I wanted to experience that.”

🩸🩸THE G-SPOT IS ALLEGEDLY… “Just go up with your finger and make a G.”  “Slightly out of reach.” “It depends.” “On the outside of the labia.” “Part of the lady parts.” “A secret place.”🩸🩸

The couple’s take-home tasks were a checklist of “sexy” moves, designed to help them find Beth’s G-spot so she could have The Orgasm. “The night we did doggy-style, it felt...god, there was the sound of skin smacking and my husband asking me if it was working. It was terrible.” (We fact-checked this with Beth’s husband. Oh yeah, “it sucked.”) After that, they gave up.

Other couples are still searching: 22 percent of guys say that finding a woman’s G-spot is the number one goal of sex, which helps explain the 31 percent of women who say they’re dealing with exasperated partners. Prause worries about that. She says: “You’ll hear guys say things like, ‘My last girlfriend wasn’t this much work,’ or ‘You take a long time to orgasm,’ or ‘This worked for the last person I slept with.’ That makes women question if they’re normal. And that, we hate.”

WHICH IS WHY WE’RE CALLING OFF THE SEARCH. WE’RE done with the damn “spot” and we’re sorry, again, that we ever brought it up. And actually: Unless sex researchers make a surprisingly major breakthrough, Cosmo won’t be publishing any more G-spot sex positions or “how to find it” guides.

“What would truly be revolutionary for women’s sex lives is to engage with what research has found all along: the best predictors of sexual satisfaction are intimacy and connection,” adds Debby Herbenick, PhD, a professor at Indiana University School of Public Health and a research fellow at the Kinsey Institute.

The science world is revolutionizing, too, trying to figure out how to rebrand the G-spot into something more (and by “more,” we mean actually) accurate. Whipple stands by her “area.” Italian researchers have suggested renaming it the somewhat less sexy “clitoral vaginal urethral complex.” Herbenick has her own ideas: “First of all, it should not be named after a man. It’s a female body we’re talking about, and just because a man wrote about it doesn’t mean he was the first to understand or experience it.” But anyway, she’d go with “zone.”

As for us, we’re going to kick off this new era with a 100 percent G-spot-free piece of smarter, wiser sex advice, courtesy of Nagoski: “If it feels good, you’re doing it right.” Call that whatever you want.

WELL THIS IS A BUMMER...

YEAH, IT FOOLED US TOO

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Pairing: LPMM / DBrDom

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T (Language)

Word count: 8179

Summary: After the battle in the Eltower against Hennon, Psyker left Mastermind side without leaving a trace. Mastermind tries to find him but the more time passes he realizes that maybe his effort is in vain.

“Mastermind!” A voice screamed his name. Mastermind knew he had to move, to escape from the laser’s reach Hennon – if that creature could still be called Hennon – just shoot to his direction. The scientist was frozen on his spot and even if he could move his dynamos laid broken on the floor.

“Mastermind!”

Again, that voice called him. Fear covered every inch of his body, Mastermind could only close his eyes as he braced from the impact.

Mastermind jumped on his spot on his bed, his breathing was fast and agitated. After looking around to make sure he was save in his bedroom, he laid on his bed and tried to fall asleep. Tears fallen against his will from his eyes as he hugged a pillow as tight as he could.

It was the same dream – well memory – that haunted him every night. He tried to calm his breathing and his beating heart but as more as he tried to ignore that memory the more felt his heart clench painfully.

The sound of the alarm Mastermind set last night resonate in the room. The scientist groaned and turned off the alarm by pressing behind Apocalypse’s ears. Today he would meet with the El’s search party to go to a cave in the outskirts of Elrianode.

Yesterday they talked to Ventus about a cave that he found while he walked around the city, something about "a place that was used for training before the explosion of the El" which caught the attention of Elsword who decided it was a good idea investigate the cave.

Mastermind couldn't care less about that damned cave but since he had nothing else to do –Aside from his research–, he decided to go with them; he didn’t care to hear the comments of Ain or Aisha, much less the screams of Lu or Ara, while he was distracted he didn’t care about his teammates.

“We finally arrived.” The Elemental Master announced. They all stopped at the entrance.

“Is this the Elrian Sanctum?” Elsword asked. “It’s quite dark inside.” Ara peaked inside the cave. “Don’t worry, Elsword and I can use our swords to light up bit.” Elesis answered as her sword lighted up.

“Don’t forget about me Ms. Knight Captain.” Ain commanded some eids to turn Rein. “Be careful. I feel Henir energy inside.”

Elsword nodded. “Let’s stay together.” He lighted up his sword. “Let’s go.”

Mastermind huffed and opened a few holograms to light his way. There was no way he would rely in them to guide the way.

After everyone got ready they entered the cave.

As they made their way inside the cave Henir creatures appeared, some of them where like the ones they defeated in the Water Dragon Sanctum and some were new to them; the new ones were harder to defeat.

"Who said that?" Chung asked as he turned his head looking for someone. “No one has said a thing.” Answered Mastermind with a confused look.

“I swear I heard someone talking to me, I don’t think it was my guardian stone.” The paladin decided to stay alert.

“I don’t think it was a good idea to come here…” Erbluhen mumbled as he seemed troubled and thoughtful. “Is everything alright Ain?” Aisha asked. “Is nothing Ms. Magician, Let’s just get out of here soon.” Ain wavered his hand.

“I have got some strange readings since we entered this cave, they worsen as we step further.” Eve decided to summon Ophelia.

“It must be the Henir energy, let’s be more caref- “Elesis was interrupted as more Henir creatures appeared in front of them.

“What ends the path of redemption?” a strange voice resonated inside the cave; it sounded like several voices in one.

“Everyone, stay alert!” Elsword screamed. “Tsk” Mastermind mumbled under his breath as he activated Skyfall, not so far away from him he saw Chung running to other direction. “Mr. Chung!” Ara screamed as she followed him.

“Ara wait! We must stay-” Rena tried to stop Sakra Devanam but a creature got in her way. “Gungnir!” with a quick move of her hand she shot an arrow to the sky and spears fell from the sky.

“Can you shut up?” Lu screamed at anyone as she fought the creatures. “I know I must take my throne but this is not the right time to talk about it!” Ciel looked her confused. “Lu, who are you talking to?”

Lu summoned Apollyon who smashed the creatures with its fist. “To that voice! It is talking to me!” Ciel looked more confused. “You can hear it too?” Lu nodded. “I didn’t hear what Chung said but since the one who summoned the creatures talked another one has been talking to me.”

“Big sis! Where are you going?” Elsword shouted, Elesis dashed between the Henir creatures. “I hear the voice coming from this way, follow me.” “But we must stay together!” Elesis didn’t hear Elsword and disappeared in the distance.

“What was that just now? Was it Henir's Order?” Aisha created a giant summoning circle to fire numerous ice shards, the ice shards pierced through enemies. “No. It's a bit different. It seems like a life form.” Eve opened a dimensional gate summoning Ferdinand and Oberon to support Ophelia; the three Nasod Servants making a quick job of the creatures around Empress.

“What are you doing, Mastermind?” The scientist heard a voice behind him, when he looked back he did not find anyone. “Don’t tell me you feel affection for your teammates, kuhuhu.” The voice talked again, this time it seemed that it was coming from the road in front of Mastermind.

Mastermind annoyed by the voice followed it. He had to get rid of the creatures that blocked his way but he didn’t mind; he just wanted to know who was that voice.

“Add, where are you going?” The Blade Master shouted to him while he pierced a creature with his sword, the scientist didn’t answer and continued his way.

“Do you have what it takes?” The voice talked again. Mastermind huffed and activated Ultimate Fury. He dashed between the creatures screaming in pain as he followed the voice.

“Tell me Mastermind, what are you looking for?” The voice chuckled. “Well, who are you looking for?” Mastermind froze in his spot. After he looked around making sure he was standing alone in that part of the cave he walked following the voice’s direction.

A few steps further he saw a white figure, it somehow resembled his own image.

“Don’t tell me you are looking for that damned berserker. He left you didn’t he?” The figure talked as he stood up from some cubes that fell at its sides, Mastermind stepped back. “What are you?” He heard himself mumble.

“What am I? I think the right question is what are you Mastermind.” The figure smiled. “Look at you. You are nothing without that idiot.” Mastermind closed his fists with anger.

“You even failed to go back to your past. Did you finally realize it’s impossible? Shame on you. All your time wasted.” The figure continued talking.

“…Shut up.” Mastermind shivered in anger.

“Oh? You knew so well it was meaningless didn’t you? You also knew that something was in Psyker’s head but you tried to ignore it.”

“Shut up.” Mastermind mumbled again.

“He knew you are weak, that’s why he left you. You became a burden for him; look at you, you are nothing.”

“Shut up!” Mastermind snapped and shoot Panzer Buster to the figure, it’s cubes got the impact and returned back to its master’s side. The scientist froze in his spot.

“Kuhuhu, come on, Mastermind. You can be more than this.” Mastermind got surprised by the figure’s words. “You have all the possibilities to do what you want. You have all the data you need and if you don´t well…” the figure chuckled. “…You can always research don’t you?”

Mastermind calmed himself. “What can I do?” He asked, the figure chuckled again and sat on its cubes.

“You tell me.”

Mastermind glared at it.

“Don’t get me wrong Masi.” The figure raised it arms as surrender. “I can only tell you one thing: Forget him, he is the reason why you are holding back.”

Mastermind felt his heart clench. He lowered his gaze. “What if I don’t want to forget him?” he mumbled.

The figure sighed and stood again. “It’s up to you. Come back here when you have your answer.” After that the figure disappeared. The wall behind where the figure was standing shattered and showed a clear path that led to the entrance.

Mastermind stepped out of the cave to find the El’s search party outside. The way back to the El tower was silent as everyone looked full of thoughts.

When Mastermind returned back home –well, the one he had in Elrianode– he made himself dinner; just a simple sandwich with a cup of tea. While he looked for the tea bags he found the cup Psyker used to drink coffee; a simple black cup with white outline of ears and whiskers of a cat. It was a gift the scientist made for him on his lab.

Psyker at first made fun of him because “Really? A cat?” was what he said when Mastermind gave it to him followed by his laughter and a hug. “I love it. thank you.” Psyker mumbled on his ear before giving a soft kiss to the scientist cheek, from the corner of his eye he saw Mastermind shifting something with his hands behind his back, the scientist cleared his throat and the berserker leaned back.

“Well, I made other one. Y-you know so we can m-match?” The scientist studded as he showed a white cup with the same print but with black outline. Psyker gave a heartwarming smile to Mastermind as he leaned to kiss him. After he broke the kiss he took both cups. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s use them!” Psyker turned on the coffee machine and Mastermind decided to take out the remains of the cake they bought a day before.

Mastermind smiled to himself as he looked at the black cup. He took it and drank his tea on it. After he washed the dishes –A task he used to fight with his partner to decide who washed them and sometimes, if both of them agreed, wash them together–, he took a shower before going to sleep.

After taking a shower Mastermind brushed his hair as always. It hurt him to think that back when Psyker was still with him he would brush it for him, always making comments of ‘how much he loved his hair’, taking extra care of it and most of the time he would even kiss his white locks.

That was one of the reasons why Mastermind cared so much for his hair but now that the berserker was gone all he could do was brush it to get rid of the knocks on it, no paying attention if it seemed pale or if it had split ends.

Mastermind passed by Psyker’s room when an idea came to his mind and decided to sleep in his room. After laying in the bed and making himself comfortable he took some blueprints that laid on the bedside table –something about a battery to improve the performance of his dynamos– Mastermind chuckled from time to time as he read his lover’s notes in the blueprint and noticed the coffee marks in the blueprints. He fell asleep reading them.

The weeks became months and Mastermind still could not find any clue to Psyker's whereabouts. Mastermind tried his best to ignore the emptiness he felt but it grew worse over time.

Psyker did leave a note to him. It was next to him on the scientist bed, right were where he used to sleep with the scientist. He promised he would come back to his side, that he just needed to do something for their sake, to grew stronger. He didn’t specify how long he would be apart but Mastermind waited every day, patiently… now he felt fooled and anxious about it, patience was long gone.

‘What if he got himself in trouble? It’s dangerous to be alone in Elrianode. It’s full of Henir creatures!’

‘What if he got injured and he didn’t make it out alive?’

‘What if he got tired of always protecting him?’

‘Did he leave because he was weak?’

‘Did he leave because he got tired of Mastermind always talking about his research?’

‘Did he found someone else?’

‘Why did he leave him alone?’

Alone. He was left alone and there was nothing to do about it…

It hurt him; it hurt him how he felt about the word alone.

The first weeks were easier to handle since he had high hopes of Psyker returning at any day and he had the El’s search party to get him distracted from his loneliness but since they stopped meeting it grew harder to distract his mind of those thoughts that haunted him every day.

The El search party didn’t even meet to talk like they used to; Elsword was too busy training, Aisha was researching in Elrianode old books something about “Aether”, Rena received some “Spirit stone” for the spirit world, Raven was working on his Nasod Arm –he used to get help from Mastermind, but last time he saw the Blade Master and offered his help he declined the offer and said something about “I must do this.”– Eve was busy with her servants, Chung was training with his Guardian Stone, Ara training with Eun, Last time he talked with Elesis she was talking nonsense about ‘charisma’ and ‘morale’, The demonic duo were defeating Henir creatures alone and Ain passed his days inside the El tower.

The only thing that kept Mastermind distracted was his research. It nagged in the back of his mind what the figure inside the Elrian Sanctum told him and somehow he wanted to know what was figure talking about.

Before, when he took days locked up in his lab with his research, Psyker used to send him messages constantly asking him about his advances – although he could not understand some things about them –, about whether he had slept the previous nights and about whether he needed him to bring him something to eat at his lab.

Other times Psyker would knock his door later at night when he saw light coming under his door to tell him to go to sleep, and if Mastermind was in a very good mod he would let the brawler in and they slept together.

Mastermind thought that Psyker was too overprotective and childish but at the same time he liked the feeling of someone caring about him. The thought of Psyker always waiting for him outside of his lab patiently made his heart feel warm and motivate him to finish as soon as he could his research or to take breaks to spend them with the berserker, even if they only had coffee and a small talk it was enough for the scientist; just seeing the smile of his lover made him feel that it was the place where he wanted to be; next to Psyker that always made him feel loved.

Now, it was just he and his research. Mastermind tried to fool himself thinking ‘I don’t care; I can finally research freely.’ And he did make a great advance. Mastermind felt proud of himself but that didn’t fill the emptiness inside of him.

What was the meaning of making a great advance if he had no one to talk about it? Mastermind couldn’t answer that question.

One day late at night the scientist took a bath. He filled the bathtub with warm water in hopes to relax his body. He had spent days locked in his lab sleeping for short periods leaning on his desk using his forearms as pillows.

Every part of his body cried tiredness and Mastermind just wanted to rest in his bed after the bath. When the bathtub was filled almost to the top the scientist closed the tap, got undressed and slipped into the tub. He could feel his body relax and his mind clear little by little.

After some minutes enjoying the warm if the water, Mastermind took the soap and rubbed it on his body enjoying the sweet strawberry aroma coming from the soap.

When his body was clean he opened the bottle of shampoo with the same strawberry smell and poured a generous amount into his hands. He rubbed his hands in his long hair enjoying the massage.

It had been so long since Mastermind had taken a bath this relaxing and he wished he could have the luxury of having them more often.

In the back of his mind he remembered that the last time he took a bath like this was with Psyker. Mastermind smiled and after rinsed his hair. "Hmm, if you were here I would have let you wash my hair." the scientist gave a slight laugh and took a handful of bubbles that were on the surface of the water. "Tell me. When are you going back?" He blew the bubbles to the direction where the brawler would be in front of him.

"You are an idiot you know?" Mastermind gave a small laugh as he laid his head on the tub. "But you know..." the scientist closed his eyes.

"You are my idiot."

Mastermind was walking around the Eltower. The sun was setting and its orange rays adorned the horizon. The scientist felt calm despite not knowing anything about his loved for more than eleven months. His long white locks, his coat that hung from his shoulders and violet scarf danced together with the air.

He had not changed the way he dressed since he stopped calling himself ‘Arc Tracer’ and the clothes he wore now kept him warm from the low temperatures in Elrianode – this being one of the reasons why he had changed his clothes – his dark purple turtle neck sweater kept him warm with the help of the white jacket he wore.

“Add!”

He was walking with his eyes closed humming a tune when he heard his name being called.

“Lu, wait for me!”

Mastermind heard another voice approaching him.

“Mastermind! Wait, we found something!” Lu insisted as she got close to Mastermind. The scientist opened his eyes and turned to face the demon duo.

“What is it Chiliarch?” the scientist asked as Lu tried to catch her breath.

“Look.” Lu panted as she opened her fist. Mastermind’s eyes widened and tried to cover a gasp with his hands.

“It was on the outskirts of Elrianode City.” Ciel finally catch up and tried to explain. Mastermind with shaky hands grabbed the item Lu had on her hand; it was Psyker’s choker.

The memories of what they got through in Elrianode City came back to Mastermind.

“Can you show me where you found this?” Mastermind spoke softly, fear covered all his features.

“We will lead the way.” Lu answered and Ciel nodded. The three walked towards the place.

“We were looking for some Henir creatures in this place. You know, since we left some creatures alive last time we were here after Raven told us he founded the one opening the portal to the creatures.” Lu talked as she leaded the way. “we thought they may be lurking around.”

“Yes, I myself left some when Ara came looking for us.” Mastermind nodded. Now that he paid attention to the demonic duo he noticed Lu had her hair grabbed in a ponytail and her horns had grown. On the other hand, Ciel’s Hair was completely white and he had some hairpins on his bangs that Lu used to wear.

“Here It is.” Lu stopped, Ciel knelt next to Lu to inspect the dust. Mastermind could only stare with wide eyes the sight.

“Lu smelled a strange scent when we were walking around here.” Ciel explained. “When we saw this we decided to take a look to get a clue of what happened here.”

It wasn’t a pretty sight; There were broken trees, the ground seemed to be burned and Mastermind could confirm this when he knelt and the burned odor made his stomach turn. There were tear marks on the trunks that laid on the ground and parts of Henir's creatures were scattered everywhere. It was obvious that a fight had happened in that place.

“Lusa…” Mastermind mumbled to himself.

“I’m sorry Add.” Lu spoke softly. She got near to the scientist to pat his back.

“I don’t want to think the worst but I had never seen Psyker without his choker.” Ciel stood up and crossed his arms. “I’m sorry Mastermind.”

“…Can you give me some time alone?” Mastermind voice was lower than a whisper. Lu nodded and patted his back again. “Do you know the way back?” Lu ask worried about his friend.

The scientist nodded, a sniff followed his answer.

“We will be in the ruins of Elrianode City if you need us. This area is clear of creatures now so don’t worry about it.” Dreadlord passed a hand on his hair as he leaved the scientist alone, Chiliarch following him.

When the duo disappeared in the distance Mastermind sighed before standing up. He hated the scene. All his fears were in front of him and as much as he wanted to ignore them he couldn’t think of anything else.

He walked around trying to find any clue of what happened, the rotting smell coming from the dead Henir’s beasts covered the place when the scientist moved them to see if they weren’t over a clue. he did his best to not puke.

As much as Mastermind wanted this to be one of those nightmares he had every night he couldn’t face the fact that he was there, in front of what could be the remains of his lover’s last fight.

Mastermind couldn’t find anything in that area besides the choker Lu and Ciel gave to him. He was about to return to the Eltower when he stumbled with something. The scientist fought to keep his balance. After recovering his balance, he turned to saw with what he stumbled and froze on his spot.

The remains of one of Psyker’s dynamos laid on the floor; broken with dusted marks, Mastermind felt tears roll on his cheeks.

When he bended down to take the weapon from the ground he saw it had dried blue blood on it –Probably from the Henir creatures – and that it seemed to be shattered due an impact. After taking the weapon on his hands he saw another dynamo not so far from the first one. This one was shattered but with some burnt marks.

At this point Mastermind only thought the worse and slammed his fist on the ground, tears kept falling from his eyes, his voice was weak and it broke when he finally spoke.

“Why? Why you did this?” He couldn’t calm himself, he wanted his lover back, why did it had to end like this? Why him?

“Why you didn’t ask me to come with you? Was I too weak?” Mastermind sniffed.

“I was a burden, right?” Mastermind smiled between tears. “It’s my fault, isn’t it?” The scientist cleaned the tears in his cheeks with his forearm but more tears felt from his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Psyker.” Mastermind whispered as he stuck his forehead to the ground. “It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

Mastermind stayed like that till he stopped crying.

After taking all the remains of his lover’s weapons he took a look at the sky; It was dark without its stars and there was no trace of the moon. It was empty, just like him.

When he arrived home, he left the broken dynamos on Psyker’s desk and slept on that room. He hugged his lover’s covers as tights as he could to try to get some sleep.

He couldn’t sleep that night.

It has been a whole Month since Mastermind discovered the remains of Psyker’s weapons. He kept himself locked at home since then.

Several times Rena, Raven and Ain went to his house.

Rena used to take him tea and coffee and comforted him when he cried in front of her.

Raven tried to encourage him and was careful with the feelings of the scientist. He understood Mastermind’s situation since he had already gone through a similar situation.

Ain invited him to take walks around the Eltower and curiously Mastermind accepted even through the two walked in silence. Ain used to try to talk with him and to convince him that maybe his loved was still alive and that he prayed to the goddess Ishmael for Psyker’s safety.

Mastermind at this point didn’t know if there was really a Goddess who looked for others.

One night after he took a shower he was about to brush his hair when he paid attention to his reflection; He had dark eye bags under his eyes and his skin was paler than it used to be. Mastermind hated his reflection but what he hated most was seeing his hair, his long, neglected hair.

Again, the memories of Psyker returned to his mind, his head hurt as well as his heart.

"Stop..." he heard himself whisper as he covered his face with his hands, he didn’t want to cry but his body refused to obey him.

The memory of Psyker kissing his hair returned to torture him.

"Stop." He spoke louder and gritted his teeth.

It was useless, his brain was against him and he remembered how Psyker played with his hair when the two of them were lying together in bed, when the scientist could hear the brawler’s heart beating in his chest.

"Stop!" Mastermind shouted and threw the brush on the floor.

He was tired; tired of crying, tired of himself and tired of being weak.

“Forget him…” Mastermind eyes widened. “He is the reason why you are holding back.” The voice resonated in his mind.

“Shut up.” The scientist gritted his teeth again. He opened a drawler next to the sink and took a scissors. Without thinking he took strands of hair and cut them out; the long locks of hair fell to the floor and piled up as Mastermind cut his hair.

After more than an hour Mastermind looked at himself in the mirror; the hair that tormented him and brought back bad memories to him was gone. He could see another person in his reflection, one with more authority.

Mastermind sighed and picked up the mess of what was once his hair, he put it in the paper bags in which Rena used to take him tea and throw the bags on the trash. While he was in the kitchen he turned on the coffee machine and made himself a coffee, with a wave of his hand he called his dynamos.

"Delete the Mastermind code, it's a waste of time."

His dynamos followed his orders and beeped when the order was finished.

"Open the file "Virtual Reality" and the model “2.42.72” on the main computer. Make sure to prepare the printer." the scientist took a sip of his coffee.

"It is time for a change."

Mastermind laughed hysterically. “Finally! After weeks of endless research and development, let’s try this out. Distortion Zone!” He typed a commands on his holograms before shutting them and releasing a cube of energy in front of him. Mastermind got surrounded by a cube of holograms that projected figures inside of it.

Mastermind laughed again and he commanded the holograms to project a figure of his mom. She was sitting under a tree while reading a book, when Mastermind approached her his mother looked him in the eyes and smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

Mastermind smiled and bent down to hug his mother. “Oh, I miss you so much mother.” With a gesture of his hand the figure of his mother disappeared.

“Don’t think I have forgotten you.” A hologram of Psyker appeared in front of the scientist and caressed his check. Mastermind leaned to the touch and hugged the waist of the hologram. “You left me in the worst of times.” Mastermind leaned to kiss the figure but all the holograms around him disappeared and has left alone in his lab. The scientist laughed. He felt alive again and powerful, like if he could conquer the world and destroy it if he wanted. He was now the ruler of his own world.

“Excellent! this is how my world of perfection is formed.” Mastermind commanded his cubic dynamos to collect the data of the experiment. “Let’s work on the improvements to increase the time of virtual reality next time.”

“Yes master.” His dynamos responded in a robotic voice. He smiled again and sat in his desk chair. He was slipping his eyes closed when he remembered he had to save his progress. The computer asked him how he wanted to call his new code and the scientist had to stop there for a second; If the ‘Mastermind’ code no longer existed that meant that he had to take another nickname, one that fitted his new personality and his new abilities. One that reflected what he really was. The scientist chuckled, he typed the name and saved his data.

"System..."

The scientist closed his eyes and laid his arms behind his head. The computer beeped affirming it had listened to its master.

"Call me Dominator." The scientist laughed.

Dominator stepped inside the Elrian Sanctum. He had a bone to pick with the Henir creatures and he wanted to burn alive with Ultimate Fury that damned figure that cursed his life.

His way through the cave was easier than the first time and he got rid of all the creatures that made the mistake to cross his way. In the middle of the cave he heard the voice again.

“Oh, you are here again?” the voice resounded. Dominator smiled and followed the voice without hesitation, in no time he has standing in front of the figure again.

“You’re late.” The figure spoke, irritation in his tone.

“Isn’t that unfortunate?” Dominator teased.

“You are a failure. You can’t even hope to redeem yourself. Kuhuhu…” The figure laughed, Dominator was alert for any incoming attack.

“But no need to feel shame. This is your chance to create your perfect future. Of course, if you can survive this!” The figure commanded his weapons to attack. “Apocalypse!”

Dominator’s eye widened when he recognized the attack aimed to him. He dodged the laser without problems but he was taken by surprise when the drone exploded. The scientist took the damage of the explosion and a thick layer of smoke covered his vision.

The figure chuckled. He was about to disappear when it saw a figure through the smoke.

“Ku...Kuhahahaha! You're not even trying, are you? Watch and learn! With these hands... I will no longer be stuck on the past, and create my perfect future!” Dominator laughed as he typed commands on his holograms, after he shut them he released the energy cube trapping the figure inside the holograms giving it a wave of electricity. The figure cried in pain and fell to the ground. “...Still on about that? Well-” the figure coughed. “that's to be expected, I guess.” The figure snapped his fingers and Dominator’s vision was blinded for a second. After the light disappeared the figure was no longer in front of him. Dominator scoffed and turned around ready to leave the cave.

While he was trying to get out of the cave Dominator got lost since all the paths looked the same. He did his best to find the exit but the more he walked the more he found Henir creatures. Dominator saw light coming from a path and decided to follow it. When he stepped inside that part he realized that the light did not come from outside, but came from a huge creature.

The creature looked like as if it were made of just purple bandages and crystal with one eye in the center. The chrysalis saw Dominator from the corner of his eye and throw one of his bandages his direction. The scientist dodged the attack and shoot panzer buster, the beast wasn’t bothered by that.

“Tsk.” Dominator mumbled, he changed installations and aimed Starfall followed by Shooting chaser to the creature, again It didn’t even move. Just when Dominator was about to fire Panzer Buster to the creature it moved.

The creature started to absorb El energy and Dominator had a bad feeling about it so he constantly attacked the creature till it stopped. The scientist cherished his victory but that soon changed when the creature melted on the ground, a huge shadow followed him and the scientist didn’t want to know what was the creature planning so he levitated with his dynamos far away from the ground. As soon as the shadow was below the scientist it summoned its bandages twisted and aimed to hit Dominator.

Dominator evade this attack without a problem and waited for the creature to appear again.

When the chrysalis appeared it stared to absorb El energy again. Dominator already knowing of what this creature was capable of decided to attack the creature till it stopped.

Just when Dominator thought he already won this the chrysalis summoned a piece of crystal and hit the scientist and making him stop his attacks. Dominator hissed in the pain; the crystal didn’t make any damage to his body but it still hurt.

The scientist forgot about the creature and as soon as the chrysalis gathered all the El energy it needed it released It summoning more crystals aiming to Dominator who couldn’t dodge neither block any of the attacks.

After the sudden attack the creature melted again on the ground, this time Dominator had no time to levitate over the shadow so he waited and looked for a spot where the shadow didn’t reach.

When the shadow stopped moving Dominator dashed to the spot he founded dodging the bandages just my mere inches and felt to the ground.

Again, the creature appeared from the ground. Dominator could barely move but he didn’t want to give a chance to the chrysalis to attack him again.

“Distortion-” Dominator tried to aim his attack but he coughed during the command.

He tried again.

“Distor-”

“Burst Plasma!”

Another voice screamed. Dominator saw a black coat cover his view and six weapons release plasma around the chrysalis as circular holograms appeared between the figure wearing the coat and the Henir creature; Dominator recognized the holograms and gasped.

The figure charged his right fist with plasma as he waited to his weapons to release enough plasma. Dominator heard a mechanical sound and saw how the figure punched and released all the plasma in one shot; the chrysalis cried in pain.

“Oh, that’s not all. Psychic Storm!” The figure released a plasma storm around the creature.

The attack range was bigger than what Dominator remembered.

The creature stared gathering energy again. “None of that, I will reduce you to mere particles before you can release that energy.” The brawler laughed. “Conqueror!” The figure fired a huge energy blast and stared punching the creature relentlessly. Dominator stood up.

“Apocalypse!” Dominator commanded as he typed on his holograms. After shutting the holograms lots of purple cubes gathered and formed a weapon that constantly shoot lasers to the creature. Dominator didn’t stop there and stared shooting panzer buster and changing installations to attack the chrysalis.

A few punches more from the berserker and lasers from Apocalypse made the creature to cry in pain and fell on the ground. Its eye disappeared followed by his body.

“We did it!” The brawler exclaimed. Dominator stood there watching the familiar person; He wore a black coat around his shoulders just like Dominator wear it, a jacket that showed his forearms, under it, a torn T-shirt that revealed a black tank top that adjusted to his body, black gloves, black torn pants with two belts and three chains on the back, metal accessory adorned his left calf.

He looked just like Psyker aside from his hair that covered his unscarred eye and the black marks on his chest and his forearms.

“Heh, you look like if you have seen a ghost.” The brawler teased and grinned. Dominator didn’t respond. He thought he was never going to hear that voice again. He couldn’t believe his eyes neither his ears and was afraid he was dreaming.

“…Psyker?” The scientist asked, the brawler smile softened and nodded.

“Sorry I leave without a trace.” Those words, those words the scientist thought he was never going to hear were enough to make Dominator cry.

“Hey come on Masi.” The brawler approached the scientist. He took his wrists with one hand as he kissed his tears and caressed the scientist's hair with his other hand. “I-I looked for you everywhere!” Dominator sniffed. “And when I found your choker and your broken dynamos I thought – I thought…” Psyker hugged the scientist tightly. “I’m here Masi. I will not leave your side.” He gave a peck to Dominator’s temple. “Never again, Never.”

The scientist let out more tears as he returned the hug to his lover. He felt save Psyker’s arms, oh he missed his touch, his warm, his scent, his everything. He wanted to embrace his lover for more time but his body ached and he needed to treat his wounds.

“I need to get out of here.” Dominator cleaned his tears and gave a weak smile to Psyker. “My everything hurts.” Psyker smiled, Dominator saw the tears in his lover’s eyes.

“Of course you do dummy. What were you thinking when you decided to fight an Henir boss all by your own?” Psyker asked as they walked their way out of the cave.

“Excuse me? I just came to talk with a strange figure” Dominator pouted. “I never knew that thing was here.”

“Wait…” Psyker turned to see Dominator. “A white figure talked to you?” He asked. Dominator gave him a confused look. “Yes, it was annoying. Why you ask?” Psyker blinked. “…It’s nothing.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“… How did you find me?” Dominator asked, Psyker shrug his shoulders as he gave a nervous smile.

“I- uh, was walking by the cave when I found the dead bodies of some Henir creatures.” Psyker looked anywhere but the scientist eyes a clear sign that he was lying.

“I heard your voice giving commands to your drones but at first I thought my mind was playing games so I decided to take a look.” The berserker scratched the back of his neck. “I followed the trail of dead Henir bodies you left and well…” his voice became serious. “When I saw you on the ground, I knew I had to do something.”

“So you were following me?” Dominator asked. He didn’t believe Psyker found him just because he passed by the cave.

“Wha- Noono!” Psyker exclaimed and waved his hands. “I-Look. I was fighting some creatures myself too. There I said the true but I really heard your voice after I ended with them and so I looked for you.”

“Then why you didn’t say the true since the begging?” Dominator was still not convinced by Psyker’s words.

“Look, I have my reasons.” Psyker pouted. Dominator laughed at his lover’s childish attitude. Psyker rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject.

“So, you cut your hair? no that I’m complaining, you look good.” Psyker asked. Dominator blushed. “Y-yeah, it grew and It became bothersome. Besides, there was no one to help me brush it.” Psyker chuckled. “Aww, don’t worry. I will make sure to brush it from on.”

“What about you? What with your long hair?” Dominator asked. “What? You are not going to tell me I look good? Geez that’s rude.” Psyker pouted again. “I just was very focused on something and I forgot to cut it out. I decided to roll with it and well here I am with this long bangs.” Psyker blew air to his fringe.

“Well, it suits you.” Dominator mumbled. “Thanks, Masi.” Psyker smiled. Dominator responded the smile with one of his own. “You know, I changed my nickname while you were gone.” The scientist lowered his gaze. “I’m Dominator now. Mastermind sounded too weak for my likening.”

Psyker blinked a few times. “Well, I did change my nickname too.” Dominator turned to face the berserker. “I’m Doom Bringer, Lunatic Psyker sounded to ‘edgy’ for me.” Dominator laughed. “Well, you are now wearing almost all black and you have a long fringe. You look more ‘edgy’ now.”

“Hey! I didn’t laugh about your name!” Dominator laughed again, Bringer cheeks turned red. “Cut it out!”

“Sorry, sorry. It just…” Dominator lowered his gaze again. “I missed this.” The berserker stared at his lover.

“… Look, I’m really sorry about what I did.” Bringer sighed. “You see this marks?” The berserker uncovered one of his gloved hands reveling the back of it with more black marks. Dominator hummed as telling Bringer to continue his explanation as he passed his fingers on the marks.

“Well, these are scars from where I fussed with my Nasod Armor.” Dominator froze at Bringer’s words. Confusion covered the scientist features and his mouth dropped. Now that Bringer talked about it, if he paid close attention to Bringer's marks, he could see that the skin around the marks were purplish.

“…Why?” Dominator mumbled as he run his fingers over the scars; slowly and afraid of hurting the damaged skin.

“…I had to do this. I was too weak and I couldn’t afford to lose you.” Bringer brought Dominator’s hand to his face. He rubbed the back of his hand with his own cheek before bringing it to his lips to kiss it. There were tears on the brawler’s eyes and Dominator could feel tears already rolling down his cheeks.

“I-I knew you wouldn’t had let me do this. That's why I left without saying anything but… that has been my worst mistake.” Bringer mumbled between tears as he kissed again the scientist’s hand.

“It hurt and the chances of success were small. I put my life at risk fussing myself with my Nasod armor but it was worth it because now I can protect you more than I could have done before.” Bringer looked up to see Dominator in the eyes. “I love you and you know I would give my life for you.”

Dominator sniffed. “You don’t have to do that.” He took both of Bringer’s hands. “Don’t give your life for me, just… live for me. Stay with me please.” Dominator cried and released Bringer's hands to wipe his eyes. The berserker hugged the scientist.

“I will, I-I promise.” The brawler mumbled close to his lover’s ears as he caressed his back. They stood like that for a couple of minutes.

“S-sorry, I’m such a crybaby…” Dominator leaned back and wiped his tears. Bringer chuckled. “Then ‘we’ are crybabies.” He kissed the top of Dominator’s head. “Fuck, I had never cried this much in my life.” He sniffed. “Please don’t tell anyone, that would ruin my badass reputation.”

Dominator chuckled. “Only of you don’t tell anyone about this. It will ruin my cold and smartass reputation.” Both of them laughed.

“It’s a deal then.” Bringer hummed and took Dominator’s left hand. “Let’s get out of here. Shall we?” Dominator nodded. “If I’m with you then it’s fine by me.” Bringer blushed. “Don’t tell me that! You are injured? Nuh-uh none of that. We are going home and if I have to carry you in my arms I will do it.”

Dominator laughed. “Oh, please do so. My everything hur- Wait! Stop!” Without heisting, Bringer carried Dominator in his arms and kissed everywhere he could. “Stop! Put me down, I was joking! I can walk by my own.” Dominator tried to break free from his lover’s embrace. Bringer laughed and let Dominator walk again.

The scientist settled his coat and scarf. When he turned to glare at his lover Bringer extended his hand. Dominator blushed and took the hand as they exited the cave.

When the two exited the cave the sky was dark. Both walked together holding hands without knowing that someone saw them from above the cave. It was the figure that fought against Dominator. He was sitting on his dynamos while looking at the couple.

"So they finally met again?" Another white figure that resembled Bringer approached the figure of Dominator.

"Yes, I thought they would fight when they met ..." The figure's eyes narrowed. "It was not what I expected."

"Well, what did you expect? It's us anyway." The other figure blows air to his fringe. "Now what?"

"Our purpose ends here, there's nothing else we can do." The figure of Dominator stood up from his dynamos, approached the figure of Bringer and caressed his cheek.

"Oh come on, don’t be so emotional about it." The figure of Bringer murmured and kissed the lips of his beloved. "They're going to be fine, it's us you're talking about."

The figure of Dominator laughed. "Yes, I think we have that in common." He kissed his beloved again and took his hand. "Shall we get going?"

"If you are by my side then till the end of the world."

Both figures rested their foreheads together and disappeared leaving a trail of white glitters.

After both arrived home, Dominator decided to prepare dinner while Bringer took a bath. When the berserker exited the bathroom he saw the scientist already serving dinner; Macaroni with cheese and tea served in their kitty cups.

“So tell me, did you improve your cooking skills while I was off?” Bringer teased as he took his seat.

“To be honest I didn’t. I prepared myself like the same three plates every day.” Dominator took his seat. “I guess I didn’t I think judging by the fact that I still burn fried potatoes when I prepare them.” Both of them laughed.

“You don’t need to worry about it, I will make sure to cook you from now on.” Bringer smiled and gave a soft kick to Dominator under the table. “Please, I got tired of eating toast in the mornings.” Dominator responded the kick.

The two of them spent the rest of the dinner joking and talking about what they went through when they were separated. Bringer even explained how he lost two dynamos and decided to build new dynamos with new materials and to expose his neck’s scar. Dominator talked on how he created a virtual reality, how it worked and why his dynamos were cubes now.

After dinner Bringer insisted on washing the dishes and since Dominator didn’t want to argue with him he left him wash them while he took a shower.

When Dominator exited the shower he was too busy thinking about his lover that he didn’t noticed he entered Bringer’s room without knocking. He froze on his spot as he found the berserker sitting on his bed tightening the screws of his dynamos, he jolted and turned to look at the scientist.

“… Sorry I-I used to sleep in your room when you were gone.” Dominator gave a nervous laugh. “I will go to my room. Sorry to scare you.” He was about to close the door when Bringer called him. “No, wait!” He stood up and took Dominator’s wrist to stop him. “W-we can sleep together. Y-you know I-it’s been a while a-and well…” he scratched the back of his head as he tried to control his blush. “I would like to sleep next to you.”

Dominator stood there for a couple of seconds. “You don’t mind?” he mumbled.

“I don’t. Please…” Bringer looked at Dominator’s eyes. “Sleep next to me.”

Omake:

It was late at night in Bringer’s room, both white-haired males where sleeping together when Dominator woke up and sat looking for something between the sheets.

“What’s wrong?” Bringer groaned as he lifted the arm settled on the scientist waist to rub his eye.

“I forgot to take off my ear set before sleep.” Dominator responded as he passed his hand on the sheets looking for the accessory. “I would call my dynamos to light up so I can find it but I can’t without it.” He mumbled.

Bringer blinked a couple of times before he got an Idea. “Hey, Dom. Look at this.” He activated his Nasod armor and his black marks glowered a bright lilac light. In mere seconds he found the ear set between them and handled it to Dominator.

Dominator was frozen in his spot as he looked at Bringer with open eyes.

“What?” Bringer asked nervously.

“What the hell, Bringer?!”

#Elsword #Elsword Add #Mastermind #lunatic psyker #Dominator #doom bringer #addcest #Trashywords #...My writing is a mess #Please spare my life #Holly fuck U wrote a lot #Look I planed this fanfic like for a whole year #and since it will soon be Dominators anniversary I thought It will be the perfect date to post this #Im sorry Id this is way to long and boring to read ;;#Again please spare my life #I butchered LPs MMs Dom and DBr personalities and attitudes #why am I like this fuuuck #It took me almost three months to finish this #If anyone has any questions about this fanfic you can ask me without a problem tho #I know I messed this up and I hope I can help you understand this better #My English is terrible and I may have like a million of grammar errors #anyway If you read all of this and all my tags let me tell you that I love you #Seriously I do #anyway #-throws herself out of the window-

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clove-modius · 4 years ago

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gallows road | mei zhu & clove

drfitrei:

[The scientist looks at him for a long while. Being in the labratory makes it easier to hold the silence. The lab usually is silent, save for the gentle hum of medical equipment and machinery. If the Vice Chancellor feels tense in the quietness it is his burden to bear. She hadn’t asked for this intrusion. Does he truly want to know of her progress, or is he, again, trying to flaunt his authority over her research?] The report is on its way. [She gazes at him icily.] But you already know what it will say.

The Reformist Headquarters supplied Colony 22 with an artificially engineered parasite to halt the effects of Infections and Delusions. The parasite was ingested by the general population, regardless of their Infection status, without their knowledge or consent. [They both know this. But she still needs to try to make him understand the line they’ve crossed.] Which manifested in the entire Colony presenting with various pathological symptoms such as fever, nausea, headaches.

If I have news that needs your attention, Mr. Modius, rest assured I will make sure it finds its way to you. And the Chancellor, of course. [Where is Mr. Dervilia these days, anyway? Mei Zhu herself isn’t much for socialization, but even she’d been seen more often than he had these past several weeks.] And while I appreciate… your appreciation, I hope you won’t mind me saying it hasn’t done the Colony a lot of good.

{She stares at him in silence for a moment or two and despite everything, Clove can’t help but feel a little unsettled. There’s something inexplicably heavy in her gaze, a brief yet sharp glint of danger that warns fools not to dare cross her. Clove knows the expression well. It’s what greets him every time he looks in a mirror.} Yes, I suppose that is what it will say. And I hope it’ll also mention that no one suffered any lasting damages, that everyone affected recovered quite well, and that it provided valuable insight into the workings of the cure. Isn’t that how science works? Trial and error?

{The whole parasite thing had been a less than pleasant experience, certainly, and he’d felt almost betrayed after HQ had revealed themselves to be the source of the sickness. Not because they didn’t pause to ask his consent, but because they’d been unceremoniously left in the dark. And he would have agreed to it all, had they asked. He’d agree to it happening all over again too, as many times as necessary, should it bring them a step closer to the end of the Infections.}

Perhaps we need to reconsider what exactly it is that does the Colony good. A team of workers dedicated to research, focused on their work and their work alone. Scientists who don’t meddle in politics or other affairs which don’t concern them are the best kind, don’t you think? Less talking means more work gets done, and faster too. I might even wager a guess that the reason HQ was so successful in engineering this cure is because they didn’t concern themselves with other trivial issues. Kept their heads down. Noses in their own business and no place else.

{Clove doesn’t get angry, not really. But lately it’s taking less and less for people to irritate him. And it’s becoming increasingly evident that no matter how polite he is, it’s never enough to mask the unpleasantries everyone seems so keen to bring out.} Maybe that’s our issue here, Dr. Fitrei. Maybe someone else would have an easier time completing the task at hand.

#mei zhu #mei zhu: gallows road

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richmegavideo · 6 years ago

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Life in America – 2

I am in Atlanta right now. At my son's place. He has done his best to make us comfortable by stocking his kitchen with grocery and his fridge with vegetables, milk, fruits and of course 'desi' yoghurt. My husband cannot gulp down a single meal without 'dahi'. I remember the time we landed in Patna on a hot evening in May. After a refreshing bath we went around looking for rice and curd - typical of the Tambrahm couple we were. Little did we expect that procuring plain curd and rice would be such a difficult (nearly impossible) task in the capital of Bihar.

Plain rice at night? Curd? People looked at us as if were aliens from another planet. All that a few places could offer was sweetened curd and fried rice. We managed without curd that night. My husband put on a 'sour' look that seemed to say that it was my fault not to have brought curd with me from Jamshedpur.

I digress. Coming back to life in America...........

With all good intentions my son had purchased a food processor. I wish he hadn't. Or that my husband hadn't noticed it.

"Why don't we prepare idlis"? he asked eyes lighting up at the thought of idlis as an alternative to multi-grained bread that I gave him for breakfast. Now, please don't get me wrong. I have made enough idlis in my forty three years of marriage and was really looking forward to an idli-free vacation in America. I have written about my experiences with a manual grinder here.

"I don't think it is sturdy enough to grind rice" I said. I was happy to put the fear of God into his head.

"If it gets spoilt, fixing it will be more expensive than buying a new one. We don't have Munna here".

Munna was the electrician who repaired our 35 year old Sumeet mixer in Jamshedpur. My husband is so full of praise for him that he doesn't let my friends throw off their old superannuated mixers offering to get them repaired by Munna.

But as God would will it, my better half spotted a packet of idli rava in the Indian store and picked it up right away giving me no time to think of a new excuse.

"Now you only have to grind dal". He was elated and went looking for dal and found it in no time.

"We are here just for two months" I tried to dissuade him. "What will R do with all this after we leave"? My protest fell on deaf ears. Son was smiling to himself understanding my ploy but refusing to take sides.

The very next day the idli project began.

"Did you soak dal for idli"?

The man is after my blood. I decided to mess up the proportion and make really horrible idli and blame it on idli rava. I am glad to say that I almost succeeded. The idli came out really hard and the project was a disaster.

But I have married a scientist who worked in a research lab. He doesn't give up easily. The next time he asked me to try a different proportion, stood by my side while I soaked dal monitored my efficiency in using the food processor saying 'stop' and 'start' at the appropriate moments advising me on when to add water.............

To cut a looooong story short, Idli came out perfect and he is bent on buying another packet of idli rawa before we leave. To add to my sorrow he is hinting at trying out 'adai' and 'vadai' offering to guide me if required.

I almost hear you ask -

''What is the connection between life in America and preparation of idli''?

Idli is easy on the stomach but a lot of preparation goes into serving this health friendly breakfast item. I truly wish that one didn't find a mini India in every corner of America and would have loved to live on milk, cereal and bread rather than using the delicate food processor that I have here. It has a single jar made of brittle plastic and cannot be left in the sink like the metal jar we have back home.

My domestic help Baby would have taken care of washing the jar in Jamshedpur. Out here I am a new incarnation of Baby and till I wash, wipe and put away the jar and mixer I remain tensed. I really wonder if idlis are worth the trouble. Of course juicers, mixers and grinders suited to the pounding, crushing and grating techniques employed in Tambrahm cuisine are available here. But I truly don't want to burden my son with gadgets that he may not use and to see them gather dust after we leave would be equally wasteful.

Do I really want to put my better half on cereal and bread for the entire period that we stay here?

Of course not. I was just joking. He also adjusts a lot and has no complaints against the food I serve him.

I had earlier written that I feigned to be deaf. That was in an different era - eighteen years ago to be precise. Now I am half deaf and so is my husband. We keep saying "What? Eh? Oh?" to each other all the time. But with all my selective and actual deafness the truth is that I cannot deny him the food of his preference once in a while. Our 'nok jhoks' have reduced drastically and a realization that we only have each other, with whom to share our joy and sorrow, in this alien territory has set in. Please don't imagine that we are absolute angels. Once we reach familiar territory the 'spice of life' will automatically be added.

And of course we have Eddie to fuss over. He has been adopted from a rescue home by my son and is an absolute delight. My husband runs miles from canines but Eddie is an exception. He loves to stroke Eddies' back and for his part Eddie puts out his paw to indicate that he wants he wants to be stroked more. He takes turns to approach us merrily wagging his tail.

Yes life in America is different. It has its merits and demerits. The internet access is definitely better here and the online library facility helps me read books on my i Pad something that I have come to appreciate and makes me want the same facility in India. Exercising (read walking) on the treadmill in the gym is something I will miss when I return. I must look out for a gym near my house and monitor my exercise routine when I go back. Walking in the crowded park near our house tends to make me cautious and reduces my speed. Moreover, one tends to meet known people and with a 'hello' and 'namaste' thrown in morning walks turn into social interaction. I do miss it here but walking for health benefits is also important.

I wrote two papers after I came here on the 'Role of Multimedia in Higher Education' and 'Improving the Quality of Higher Education in India' and felt good about it. So life here is not just about idli and vada or pulling husband's leg for his food preference. Life in America is about spending some quality time with our children and understanding about their life in foreign shores.

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Mad Pursuit

My name is Dr. Charles Crowell and I write this letter in great haste, hoping someone will find it and let it be my testament to the world. Like all great scientists and researchers, I committed many atrocities for the pursuit of science and the betterment of all mankind. Under this letter I have placed a book with all of my research notes included. This information is not to be taken lightly and if I wasn’t so terrified of the consequences I would have burned all of my nightmarish research, for I have unleashed unfathomable horrors into this world. The only solace I take is the slight chance that I may be mad. And I pray to some otherworldly power that I am.

My research started when I was a pre-med student for Miskatonic University Medical School in Arkham back in 1902. My classes didn’t challenge my already sophisticated mind. Biology class was too easy after reading On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin. I needed something to test my mind. It was through a science journal that I learned about a study done in Africa where scientists were able to achieve temporary reanimation of the dead by using electricity. The subjects, human or animal, were able to get up and move, even after death. Unfortunately, there was no brain power or consciousness behind the subject. The subjects didn’t talk and were lifeless still. Hearing this sparked something within me. I believe there is some merit in their research. What the other scientists were missing was chemistry! It is not just calculating the right amount of current that must course through a body to get it to move but to also add essential chemicals to preserve the brain.

I spent most of my time during my undergrad years researching the right chemical mixture to bring someone back from the dead. My beginning experiments were mildly successful with rats. After death they would jump back up. While promising, their movements were violent, and they made the most ghastly of noises. They did this for varying times before succumbing to death once more. My results weren’t consistent but impressive still. This quickly caught the attention of several of my classmates. Several of my classmates approached me about joining my studies. Of the ones interested Dr. James Densmore caught my attention. There was something that I could not place about it, that interested me. Due more to curiosity, I selected him to be my assistant. He wasn’t the most competent of those interested, but I thought he had the most passion for the subject.

When the time came, I was able to procure better test subjects: cats. Before this I had used guinea pigs and noticed that I had to slightly change the quantities of certain chemicals that I used. However, when I used cats, everything changed. My initial measurements were completely wrong. I thought that it was due to the size difference from one subject to another. But instead it was due to the different compositions of their brains. The brain of the guinea pig is much different than the brain of a the cat, for they are more intelligent creatures. It became apparent very quickly that if I wanted to bring back people back from the dead, then I would need human subjects. For the brain of a human is vastly different from the brain of a cat. I would have to redo all my research all over again with each change of species. If my research was to come to any value I would need human subjects, otherwise my measurements were destined to be wrong.

To test this theory, I began to do experiments on different species, birds, pigs, and cows. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get my hands on the quantity of subjects that I needed. While my work was considered exciting by my fellow classmates, the faculty did not respect it. They ridiculed my attempts to cheat death and only thought that I was playing around in a lab coat! My minor success with rats was considered a party trick at best. And after the set-back I had with larger specimens like the guinea pigs and cats, I was already considered a failure. It did not help that I required freshly killed specimens, so the practicality of my research came to question for some. So, when I asked for more subjects…my request was denied. James and I took to the unpleasant task of gathering our own.

Many family pets went missing that year.

We were also a mild nuisance to most people with our dead animals laying around. Well, I considered us a mild nuisance, others thought we were practically menaces with our morbid work.

My undergrad years flew by rather quickly and in my graduate years I grew evermore impatient. I wanted to test on human cadavers, but the college continuously kept denying my requests. I knew they laughed at me, but I was going to prove them wrong. I was going to reanimate a corpse. For I was smarter than them! Better than them! More capable then them! Throughout my graduate years I felt stifled by the faculty and couldn’t wait to graduate. If it wasn’t for James, I would have dropped out of medical school and started my research sooner. After my first year in the graduate program I grew impatient and hatched a plan to continue with my work without the college knowing. James was hesitant at first, but with a few sugared words and a promise for a better future, I was able to convince him to help me. We found an abandoned cabin outside of prying, suspicious eyes. It wasn’t near any road and the path to it was hard to follow, yet it was the perfect place to conduct our secret studies under the soft moonlight.

We visited the farmhouse at irregular times, trying to make sure no one knew where we were going. If anyone had found out about it, our studies would quickly have been undone. I couldn’t have that. Slowly we filled the farmhouse with chemicals bought from out of town and stolen borrowed lab equipment from the college.

Only once were we able to get our hands on a fresh test-subject. I look back on that day and it still haunts me. I have nightmares from that night.

The subject, we were able to gather was male, early thirties, missing his left pinkie, and died by a knife wound. His body wasn’t perfect for our experiment, but we didn’t have much of a choice. The college was unable to reach his body before he was buried, because his family wanted to cover up the fact that their son had died in gun fight. Embarrassing really, to die by at the hands of one with a knife when you held a gun.

That night, like two pale ghouls, we visited the subject’s grave. We used lamps instead of torchlights because we didn’t want concentrated beam of light straying and alerting others. The faint glow of the lamp was enough when coupled with a sliver of moonlight. The journey to the grave was, in retrospect, uneventful but to us at the time, it was hair-raising. Every second we peered behind our backs to make sure no watchman would see us. To try and make sure no otherworldly power or God was judging us. The scattered graves and overgrowth of the area, while usually nothing more than a nuisance, under the realm of darkness it made everything seem more sinister.

As we approached the grave, we saw the newly dug earth and stared at it for a while. Neither one of us willing to break the sacred ground too hastily. After much trepidation, I was the first one to strike my spade into the ground. It wasn’t too difficult, physically, to dig because at the time we were going through a dry spell. After a few shovelfuls, James joined me in the endeavor. The dirt was grainy and thin and kept getting in our eyes when the wind blew. I distinctly remember hearing the creaking of the chain fence and the rustling of the dry leaves. When we were about halfway through, we both jumped in fear when we hear the tolling of bells. They came from the nearby chapel to indicate that it had struck one in the morning. Under the flickering flames of the lamp, the moment almost felt grisly poetic. Something from a lost chapter of a dark fairytale. After what felt like hours of physical and emotional turmoil, we struck the wooden box. It was poorly made with nails going through it at odd angles and was made with warped, untreated wood. With a crowbar we ripped open the coffin and pulled the stiff corpse out of the box and onto a stretcher we had brought. We made rapid work of replacing the dirt back into the now empty grave. Once done the grave looked untouched and unmoved. No one could possibly suspect that anything was amiss. Our adrenaline was pumping, and we desperately didn’t want to be found stealing a dead body. The groundskeeper was due to come check the area soon, by our paranoid-addled brains. With the dirt moved we started moving the subject out of the graveyard. We moved slowly because the stretcher was slightly torn on the top right side. We couldn’t risk the subject falling off and making a noise, perhaps alerting someone to our sins.

As we tried to walk away from the unholy gravesite we thought we heard a noise approaching us. It must be the watchman, we thought! We shakingly blew out our lamp and as quickly as possible tried to move off the path and hide behind some gravestones. We held our breath and hoped he would not find us. Being caught would mean not only expulsion from the college but several years of jail time. I couldn’t possibly live with the idea of losing years of important research time. Thankfully it was nothing more than our shaky nerves. For it was just the wind rustling some leaves of a nearby tree. We laughed with relief and finished heading out.

I remember that these were times when graverobbing was the worst thing either of us had done. That it wasn’t routine or robotic to do. Times when we didn’t have the schedule of the grave keeper memorized. Times when I didn’t aimlessly wander the site because of my troubled mind. Times when we didn’t know the gravestones by name. Always searching for a new one to plunder.

We arrived at our secret cabin and dropped our heavy burden onto the lab table. I had already created the chemical serum, but I needed to make adjustments, now that I knew the exact weight and height of the man before us. While I was doing this, I remember James asking me about the souls of the dead. Would they come back whole? I had laughed at his handsome face! There was no such thing as souls or an afterlife! They were things that the stupid and blind believed because they didn’t trust science. A dead body was simply a machine with a few non-working parts. If we can get them recharged and restarted there should be no consequence to it. I was never a religious man. Back then I believed that I had the world figured out, but today I am unsure. I still don’t believe in souls or any Gods, but I do believe in powers and science that we do not understand. I know that I must have created something beyond my control that night.

With trembling hands and throbbing heart, I started to sew up the body. The knife wound was deep. It felt wrong to do surgery on a dead body. Nothing moves as it’s supposed to. The blood was already congealed. This was necessary because once the subject was alive he would start to bleed through the wound again if it wasn’t stitched properly. Once everything was ready, under the light of a lamp, I carefully injected my chemical solution into the subject’s head. This was something that required the most precision and I didn’t trust James’ unsteady hands to do the experiment properly. Though to be truthful my hands were shaking at the time from a mixture of fear and excitement. I then administered a small electric shock to restart the heart. The body violently spasmed. Then stopped. I administered another, stronger shock. Sparks flew off his body. Again, he moved briefly but stopped. His body started to turn black as it began to char. The smell of burning flesh began to fill the room and choke us. But we wouldn’t give up.

Shocking him one last time, we anxiously waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing seemed to happen. Disappointed, I went to go grab my notes, to see where I went wrong. Everything was perfect! I wasn’t going to get another opportunity like this!

But with a thunk, we hear the subject move. We both excitedly rushed over to him. To see what he knew. To see if our experiment was successful. To see if we had indeed cheated death! His eyes opened up, glazed over and dark like an abyss. He opens his mouth, and lets out the most unholy, animalistic scream. Sounds came out of him that could not possibly be human. The room was filled with screams of several people, even though both James and I were too terrified to make a sound. Those screams were demonic in nature. He started to violently jerk around but didn’t seem to be able to stand yet! His black eyes stared me down and seemed to stare straight through me. He looked as if he had seen unnamable horrors. In our terror, we both began to stumble out of the building. James tripped over the lamp and fire spilled out it. My papers acted as kindling and soon the entire cabin caught aflame. James and I didn’t stop and continued running back to town. Only until we get back into town and in the safety in our dorm room, we were able to gather our wits. Neither one of us was willing to go back to the cabin. It must have been burnt to the ground. It was the dry season, there was no way our creation was able to make it out of the cabin in time. His body was already disposed of. No one would know who he was. He would be too scarred. We reasoned that it would be suspicious to go back and check on the cabin and that he had to be dead again. None of our previous experiments “lived” past a few hours. We had just been shocked, that was all, we reasoned. Though that night, neither of us slept. We desperately hoped for daylight but at the same time dreaded it. Would anyone know what we did? Would the police come charging through our door, and arrest us for the cabin fire?

Morning came. It was cloudy and gray as if the day too had to be dragged out. But nothing happened. No monsters attacked us. No police officers stopped us. We were safe right? The event wouldn’t have been burned into my mind except for two things. Two articles in the weekly news. Two supposedly unrelated articles. The first one was that the old cabin had caught on fire and that it had burned to the ground, but it didn’t mention if there was a body found. The second article shouldn’t have existed. It stated that the local graveyard had been vandalized that same night. Several graves had been partly dug up. This included our subject’s. The article stated that it had been unusual because it wasn’t dug by any animal the local police could identify. In fact, it looked almost as if SOMEONE had tried to dig a hole with their own hands. James and I had been at the graveyard that night. We had left it’s grave in perfect condition. We saw no animals or anyone else. Surely it couldn’t be possible? That our creation had made its way back. Had escaped? That it tried desperately to find its own grave? These questions still plague my mind. Today I truly believe that it did. Because ever since that day, I have never felt safe. I hear footsteps behind me, all the time. They are always off by a fraction of a second, but they are not mine…

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End of Part One

#horror #short story #mywriting #orginal story #reanimation #undead #old timey #1900s #mlm #lbgtqa+#i really love the intro #hope someone else too #one day ill post more #sorry

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