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lightvsdark18 · 2 years

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Some responses to voicelines (Epel)

You and I are in this together, right?

Yeah, of course.

Why're you spending so much time with me, anyway? I'd be flattered if I thought it was because you thought I was so tough and dependable, but I'm guessing...not.

Why do you have to be tough and dependable just for me to want to hangout with you?

With this much power, I'll challenge the headmage himself!

You probably shouldn't challenge him, but I would totally watch you beat his ass.

I'm gonna get a lot stronger. You believe in me...right?

Heck yeah.

School Uniform

It was cold as a frosted frog back home. What? You haven't heard that before? It means it was, well...real cold.

My uncle said "it's a snow cone in a Phoenix" when it's hot outside.

Mah meemaw... Er, my grandmother sent me a shipment of apples. Would you like some?

Yes :3

Y'know, I'm startin' to wonder... Are you pickin' on me 'cause you think I'm a wimp?

No, I'm picking on you because you're a gremlin.

P.E. Uniform

Worn out? Heh heh heh. Mages need to keep up their stamina.

Well, I'm not a mage, so let me be weak.

I work out, but I never build any muscle. I wish I could bulk up like Coach Vargas...

Just don't become a meathead like him.

I don't think I'm the best dancer... I never really let loose at any of the hoedowns back home, so.

I can't dance in general.

Labwear

Is it just me, or is the curriculum here at Night Raven pretty hard? I can't keep track of all these medicinal herbs with long names...

Imagine how I feel, I have to relearn what plants exist and don't exist.

The school library here has books from all over the world. The housewarden tells me to read a book a week.

Read a book a week? I couldn't do that.

Have you ever grown a plant? ...Oh, I see. I could give you some starter seedlings if you're interested.

A sunflower, but the soil at home killed it instantly... Yes, I'm interested.

Ceremonial Robes

Did you know the hood on these robes is based on how the Fairest Queen looked in the guise of an old woman?

Really? I didn't know that.

The Queen was willing to take on a hideous form through magic to win her place as the fairest. By golly, that's amazin'...

("She tried to kill her step-daughter.")

The Mirror of Darkness is supposed to assign dorms based on the nature of a student's soul, but is my soul really suited for Pomefiore...?

*shrugs*

The makeup Vil put on me just won't wipe clean... Any ideas?

Sorry, I got nothing.

Dorm Uniform

Care for a sweet apple? You'll find it downright dreamy.

I'm always down for an apple.

I wish people would call me cool instead of pretty or cute, y'know?

What about gremlin? I kid.

I once got lost in the dorm and stumbled across an eerie basement cellar. I wonder what that gets used for.

I'm now concerned.

Don't tell the housewarden, but just between you and me, I wanted to get into Savanaclaw. They seem like the bad boy dorm. Is that cool or what?

They're a brunch of jerks, though.

Ramshackle Dorm's great. You get to fly solo and be totally free. That's the life, right there.

Not really if your dorm is deathtrap.

Suitor Suit

Even pretending to propose is nerve-wracking. Do you think I should, um, practice?

You have to be convincing, so it wouldn't hurt to practice.

Y'know, it's actually kind of cool how the Ghost Bride is taking the initiative instead of just waiting around forever.

Though, forcing someone to marry you isn't the best option choose.

One day, I'd like to work with my sweetheart and grow apple trees, make jam... Ah! I mean, I read that in a story once!

*teasingly presses X to doubt*

Whenever my grandparents get in a fight, they make up by baking an apple pie together. That's sweet, don't you think?

Yeah.

Halloween

Boo! Did I scare you? If you aren't careful, I'll come and startle you again! Ha ha.

And you're not careful, I'll pick you up and throw you in my cauldron.

Bwah! I tripped 'n mah cape again! If Vil saw me, I'd get an earful about how clumsy I am.

He would yell at you for tripping over a cape that's too long?

Riddle and I were just getting excited talking about all the candy we have to stock up on for Halloween. I have a major sweet tooth.

Same.

Halloween in my hometown isn't all that fancy, but I can vouch for the food, at least. I hope everyone can come visit someday and taste it for themselves.

I hope I can...

I'll scare the socks offa ya! Mmm, no, that won't work. Oh, maybe if I smear ketchup on my face?

You have to try harder than that if you want to give me a good scare.

What? You want candy? Well, sorry, but I gave all mine away already. I'll carve an apple for you later, so lay off the tricks, okay?

My trick is just silly string, don't worry.

#twisted wonderland #epel felmier #twst voicelines

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Okay wait I love this whole gardener batmom detail. Maybe you could write something about the stages of the garden? I can see her letting it kinda die off when she was mourning Jason and then the baby. Bruce almost crying seeing her slowly go back out there when she started to heal from it. Coming back after Damian and finding out Alfred (or even Bruce) kept up with it.

TEACHING FOOD INSECURE BABY JASON ALL ABOUT FOOD AND NUTRITION AND FOODS HES NEVER EVEN KNEW EXISTED THROUGH THE GARDEN BC HE GREW UP IN A FOOD DESERT!!!!!!

I could give a 50 slide PowerPoint on this topic. Thanks for a new obsession.

Jason looked out the window and frowned, "Hey, Alfie?"

"Yes?"

"What is she doing?" he said, pointing out to where you were tearing half-dead plants out of the ground and tossing them into a waiting wheelbarrow.

"Ah," he said, glancing out, "It appears Miss Y/N had deemed the growing season at an end- She's putting the Vegetable patch to bed and getting it ready for winter."

Jason frowned, "You don't do that?"

"Haven't for years," the butler chuckled, squeezing his shoulder and returning your wave when you noticed you were being watched. "I might do some weeding. And I'm happy to help her with the planting. But Miss Y/N is much better at all this than I am."

"Should I-"

"I'm sure she'd be happy for your assistance," he said smiling. "It's a rather tedious task."

_________

Bruce watched, amused as you explained to Jason about companion planting, pollinators, and composting. Lecturing patiently and answering questions as he helped you sketch out the plans for the garden this year.

"Cherries grow on trees?"

"Yes. And with some luck, my cherry trees, Strawberry bushes, and Apple Trees will all give us some fruit this year- Some of it we'll keep but most of it I'll have picked and given over to food banks."

Jason nodded seriously, considering that. He remembered eating from food banks. Everything was canned. He didn't think he'd ever eaten a cherry that wasn't in pie filling or a can of fruit cocktail.

"It's not much," you acknowledge, misunderstanding his silence "But"

Jason patted your hand and looked up at you, "People will like it anyway," he said confidently. "Like when we made the birthday cake kits. And the spices and stuff."

"Think so?" you hum, brushing an errant curl out of his eyes.

"Uh- huh," he said grinning as he looked back down, "Hey-"

"What Jaybird?"

"Shouldn't you put the corn over there?"

You look down at your plans and frown slightly, double-checking yourself and smile, "Good catch, dude."

___________

Alfred looked down at your desk. There was a finished garden plan with little addendums in Jason's handwriting. Things he wanted added- or removed. The boy had HATED carrots and so those were conspicuously absent. But in their place were radishes and sweet potatoes.

The air outside was getting warmer- time for you to move your seedlings. But you hadn't been able to even think about it. Without your faithful assistant to help you this year- your heart just wasn't in it. On a good day, you could shamble along. Going through the motions. But this- this was not that day. And there hadn't been a good day all week.

So he gently rolled up your meticulously drawn map and tucked it under his arm. You didn't have the strength to do it- not right now. But he'd be damned if he was going to let you feel like you let Jason down later when the fog cleared and you could feel anything other than pain.

Jason would understand- All of Gotham would understand, if he was being honest. There would still be apples and honey and berries- But Jason loved helping you do this. The donations and the starting little community gardens in empty lots.

The community gardens would still be seen to, thanks to your small army of intrepid volunteers and school children. But your Garden- your little safe haven wouldn't. Not this year. Not unless someone gave you a hand. And so, he headed to the greenhouse. He couldn't stop the pain- but at least he could do this.

He stopped at the door of the greenhouse, listening to the voices inside. Arguing in hushed tones and smiled a little. Evidently, he wasn't the only one that noticed the change in temperature and missed the smell of soil being turned over.

"Gentlemen," Alfred said, smiling a little when they both, Dick and Bruce turned, looking guilty, "I believe this has everything on it that we need."

Alfred didn't miss the flash of pain in Bruce's eyes as he noted the handwriting. "Everything?" Dick asked skeptically.

"Between this and the tricks Miss Y/N's taught me- I think we can make a good go of it," Alfred said nodding, unrolling the plans carefully and pinning them to the table.

"At least until she can do it herself," Bruce said nodding.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #batmom!reader #brookabeejones #ask answered #minors dni

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michellelarina · 3 years

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Accidental Gardening For The Soul

I've always learnt my lessons slowly . . .

That day in Bunnings I let my feet take me to the gardening section.

Surreptitiously I watch real-life gardeners go about their business; knowledgeable creatures hefting bags of potting mix onto laden trolleys, discussing watering systems with each other and casting experienced eyes over compost bins. They use exotic terms like ‘wetting agents’ and ‘slow-release.’ Someone says the words plant food, and I picture giant, thorny roses devouring people whole, like perfumed anacondas.

A small clump of violets whisper ‘plant killer’ as I wander past. A nearby pansy shrinks back in terror.

But then I find a punnet of mixed herbs, on special for 50 cents because they’re yellow and dead-looking. I buy them because I, like they, have nothing to lose, and in my small, awkwardly shaped backyard that I’ve always hated, just as I hate my rented flat, I plant them in an empty space between the back fence and a garden border. It’s less than twenty centimetres wide, a long strip of bare dirt that’s been empty of anything apart from a star jasmine I planted years ago and the occasional weed.

I don’t prepare the soil or anything. I just dig little holes and pop them in, as if I’m subconsciously preparing their graves. Parsley, spring onions, coriander.

The seedlings go nuts, and now, in the first days of spring, they tower proudly. People tell me to cut them back. But they look so happy, I say, pointing at the coriander, which is over a foot high. Wild stinging nettle grows amongst it all. I pick it and dry it in the sun, then toss it into slow-cooker soups along with a handful of fresh herbs.

There’s still a lot of space on either side of my accidental herb garden, so one day I plant mint for no particular reason. I pot a tomato plant and place it along a side fence because I think it will like the sun there, and the sounds of the wattle birds. I kill a strawberry plant that someone gives me and buy another, placing it on a table I found on the roadside to protect it from slugs and snails. I plant lavender in a terracotta pot.

Honeyeaters squabble in the birdbath while I do yoga next to the banks of parsley. The jasmine begins to bloom with the warming weather. I don’t know why plants are suddenly surviving under my care, much less flourishing. (With the exception of the gifted strawberry plant of course, Groot rest its soul.) Sourgrass pops up near the spring onions, but the bright yellow flowers are so pretty I can’t bring myself to pull it out, even when I have a rental inspection due. When the manager looks over my backyard I fully expect him to say something about the weeds. We’ve never really gotten along. But today he smiles and tells me that flat-leaf parsley is the best parsley.

I no longer hate my backyard. I no longer hate my flat. A small handful of plants have grounded me. I buy a plastic chair and sit outside in the sun to eat breakfast, and lunch. To make shopping lists and jot down ideas for short stories. For plotting out novels. And sometimes I just sit. In a world that's fast-losing peace, I find peace exactly where I am. Maybe it’s the sunshine, flooding into my part of the world after a long, protracted winter that makes me feel more at home. Or maybe it’s because the Out There is so scary right now.

But just as this sense of grounding occurs, something unexpected happens.

I suddenly miss my grandmother. The keen sense of absence is a physical thing; a hollowness in my body that stops me in my tracks at random moments. I find myself crying, but I'm not sure why. It’s been nine years since she died.

I buy the soap she used, and breathe in its smell. The memories of her farmhouse are so real they’re almost tactile; how the water from the rainwater tank tasted, orange trees and the dichondra around the clothesline under my bare feet in summer. I want to ask her about gardening, about life. How do you make bread? Sew? Keep chickens? What is it like, growing old?

She tried to tell me things when I was younger. But the abuser in our family taught us to dismiss her. My grandmother never liked him - the man who married her only daughter who, over the years, slowly vanished inside herself, shutting out the harsh reality of her existence in exchange for fantasy. My grandmother knew more than my younger self gave her credit for, and by the time I realise my mistake, she’s fled the world.

I have a picture of her when she’s twenty; willowy and tall, all her possible lives stretched before her like the branches of a tree. I never knew this woman, and the photo makes me realise the vulnerability of life while my age makes me feel its finite quality.

I don’t know why I’m going through this sudden period of loss, of missing her so strongly. I often feel like I don’t know who am. Every single day I struggle to make sense of the world in a way that’s had many people in the past, including myself, mistake it for stupidity. When you think you’re stupid and worthless, you don’t try. Because what’s the point? You learn to wish you were like those people in the gardening section of the hardware store. The real people, their clothes smelling faintly of weekends and mown lawns and family dinners. You learn to envy strangers.

I’ve always learnt my lessons slowly. But at last I discover that a garden won’t grow unless you actually plant something. I place seedlings in barren patches and nurture them as best I can. And when I do, things take root and grow with frightening tenacity. Life flourishes in a once-dead space, breathing and thriving where there’s light and warmth, fragile to the changing seasons but resilient.

It will grow bold and unruly, if you let it.

If you liked this story, and I hope you did, please consider buying me a coffee.

The lovely image is by Sveta on Instagram.

#writing #story #short story #writers on tumblr #writing community #gardening #cottagecore #life lessons

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pi-creates · 3 years

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What’s something in your life that brings you great joy?

This is the sweetest ask and I thank you for it, anon - it's a good thing to think about.

But I'm a simple person, I don't think there's anything grand I can point out that currently is bringing me great joy... it's more a bunch of little things. Enough little things build up into that great feeling, ya know? It's enough for me, so I hope a list of little things is enough to answer you.

A hug from the right person

When my animals greet me in the morning

Waking up to rain

A warm bath on a cold day

An icy breeze on a warm day

A soft light in a dark room

The feel of linen fabric

Seeing the wild birds outside my window (and especially when they bring their babies with them)

The moment when I see seedlings in my planters first push through the soil

Gardening in general

Digging a hole

Cutting down a dead tree

A good bonfire

The feeling of someone playing with my hair

Reading something that makes me feel the warm fuzzies

Reading something that makes me audibly laugh

Unapologetically losing myself in a story

Singing along to music

Finding a pattern in numbers or actions

Solving a difficult problem

Finding a way to make something difficult easier

Finishing a project

Coming up with a new project (whether or not I even do it)

Creating something

When I can translate what I have into my head accurately into words/art

Thinking of a good metaphor, simile, or allegory

Sharing and being shared with in return

Helping

Giving gifts

Knowing I mean enough to people to receive reassurance and encouragement when I'm feeling down

Being a little weird with people and not feeling judged

When I make someone laugh

Feeling emotionally connected with someone

Gushing about something I enjoy with others

Remembering an old song and realising I still know all the words

Watching a movie I've already watched a thousand times and reliving it like it was new

Feeling paint on my fingers and peeling it off later

Picking up a new skill and feeling like I'm improving over time

Finding meaning in something that I hadn't seen before

#positive thoughts #i really had trouble putting some of these into words #and i'm sure there are plenty more things i could add #but it felt good to write this list #and i would encourage anyone having a down day to try the same #it puts things into perspective #you have to find joy in the little things when there aren't big things around

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emma-nation · 4 years

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Ticker Than Water - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: When Amy changes the course of the events at the Opera House, she could never imagine the consequences she would have to face. After being by Rheya’s side for five years, she’s finally ready to be reunited with her friends and find a manner to defeat her. But when the time comes, what will prevail? Her love for Kamilah Sayeed and her friends or her family ties with the First Vampire?

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

Tag List: @slytherinthoughts7, @lightning-fury, @spacecarrousel, @gavryllo, @kamilah-the-bloodqueen, @whoinvitedalx, @sheyah, @imnotdonewiththeelementalists, @belvoiresqueenbee, @morvengarde, @tephy24, @iam-the-fuckin-queen, @scorpichoices, @leavemeandmyshipsalone, @jen825, @andreear17, @justejuste727, @evexofxtime, @zoe6111, @shanuuh, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @fal-carrington, @spookyjellyfishlove, @samgtt700, @just-thinking-loudly, @martachm, @masterofbluff, @rice-wifee, @lifeisadance96, @serafinedupontownsme, @hellyeah90sbaby

4 years ago - Japan

The first signs of Winter started showing on the city outside. Kamilah wondered what she'd be doing if she was still living in New York. Working, perhaps. And also planning the next Dark Solstice.

The necklace. She didn't have time to retrieve it from the secret drawer in her office when they ran away. It would be her only memory from something that didn't exist anymore - her relationship with Amy.

"I did it," the penthouse door opened in a slam, making Lily completely lose focus on her video game or Jax stop sharpening his katana. Adrian seemed to be in ecstasy. "I... I managed to grow a seedling from the sample we obtained from the Tree Of Death. This could stop Rheya for good."

"How great," Jax replied with some sarcasm. The last few months turned him into a version of his late master, Takeshi. "And what about the others? Also, how long is it going to take?"

The others. Kamilah's stomach flipped. Amy was one of them, along with Rheya's husband and daughter. And she was so strong as the First Vampire herself.

"It's a start, Jax," Lily added. "It'll be easier to take her down once she becomes a Feral."

"Fine, but I'd like to do the honors."

"Kamilah?" Adrian approached, touching her shoulder briefly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes," Kamilah told. She was too invested in her own thoughts, reflecting about the part where she'd have to face Amy again. What if they had to kill her? Would she be able to do that? "We will wait. When the time comes, we'll fight again."

Lily suggested a celebration, Jax agreed and so did Adrian. Since their arrival, they barely left that penthouse. Except for the occasions where they attended Kano's training sessions. The psychic vampire taught them how to guard their minds from Rheya. And also Amy.

"You can go. I'll stay here."

"Come on, Kamilah," Lily started dragging her to the door. "You never say no to booze."

"I'm saying this time."

"Lily is right," Adrian said. "You are coming with us. It'll be a good distraction."

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "We must stick together. Remember?"

This manner, the three younger vampires managed to make Kamilah to go out for the first time in months. Still a little insecure about their safety, they decided to visit The Five's nightclub. In the end, it was not terrible. Jax and Akeyo engaged in a singing competition, while Lily attempted to copy The Evolved's robotic dance moves. The female vampire let out a small laugh.

"Finally," Aiko slowly approached her. "Acceptance is the last stage of grief."

"I guess so," Kamilah replied in a dry tone.

"She's not coming back. She made a choice."

"I know."

The reminder of that fact hit Kamilah's heart like applying salt in an open wound. One year had passed. Amy was still doing atrocities together with Rheya. She showed no signs of regret or mercy. Not even a trace of the old Amy still existed in her eyes. The powers had changed her completely.

"I need another shot," she ordered to the bartender. Then she looked at Aiko, who observed her with the same old and seductive smirk. "Two shots actually."

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A blow from one of the mythological creatures that surrounded Amy in the mindscape forest threw her hard against a tree. Though the fight was happening inside her mind, the pain felt extremely real, as if her skull had been fractured.

"Ouch..." she moaned in pain. "Can't... back... down..."

A fire blast started to form in the center of her palm. If she could maintain the focus, it should be enough to stop the creature that was about to strike again.

"Ha!" Amy released the fire ball, that disappeared mid-air. "Fuck!" She screamed, punching the floor repeatedly. Noticing her frustration, Kano pulled her back to reality.

"There's something wrong," he spoke in all his wisdom of a 500 years old man, in a 5 years old body.

"Not even when I'm mad - and trust me, I'm really mad - I can make this work."

"You won't be able to do this moved only by anger. You need focus and discipline."

"Kano," Amy squeezed the water bottle she held, "we've been training for hours. I can't conjure one decent blast. I'm focused, I'm doing all the meditation exercises you taught me... I just can't. Maybe she drained my powers while I slept."

"It's not that," Kano handed her another water bottle, that she drank all in one sip. "There's something blocking you from reaching your potential."

"What could it be?"

He forced her to face all the nastiest skeletons in her closet for a second time that day. Starting by the childhood trauma caused by her mother's behavior. Though Amy knew the reason behind her rage outbursts, the marks would always be there.

The child version of herself was drawing in the kitchen when her mother entered, completely disturbed.

"Mommy!" She called. "Look what I've made for you."

"Nice," the woman barely looked. She was too busy inspecting the cabinets for her painkillers. "Where are them?"

She swallowed a couple of pills and little Amy's heart filled with hope that her mother would finally be able to give her some attention and love.

"Can we play teacups now? I missed you. You spend the whole day in the bedroom."

"Can't you see it, Amy?" The woman yelled at the child. "I am sick! Why can you just respect me? Why can you just be quiet, huh?!"

As she slammed the bedroom door, the little sat down on the floor breaking into tears.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

"Nothing," adult Amy sighed at the scene. "You did nothing wrong."

Then they moved to the Opera House. What else could be there to be seen? Amy did both of her crucial decisions - the one where she decided to tempt the fate and avoid the death of one of her friends, becoming a monster in consequence. And the one where she took the dagger. That was the most painful to watch. She had already seen Lily dying in her arms, as Kamilah plunged a stake in her heart to prevent her from becoming a Feral. She also saw Jax, sacrificing himself to die as the warrior he was, not as a disgusting rotting creature.

This time though, it was Adrian who took the fall to save her life...

"Not her! Never her!"

"Adrian!" The past version of herself screamed, kneeling down on the floor near the male vampire. "W-Why did you do this? Y-You didn't have to..."

"Amy..." he clutched the injury in his abdomen. His skin was already acquiring a grey coloration. "I had to. I was the one to bring you to this world in first place. I swore to protect you."

"But..."

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've had a long and accomplished life. I made a lot of mistakes too and somehow I think this how I must pay for them. I... I'm ready to be reunited with Eleanor and Charles."

She glanced at the rest of the group. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably. Jax punched the wall in anger and denial. Kamilah was also kneeled by Adrian's side. She was trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"And Amy?" Adrian said, before handing her a stake. "Take care of Kamilah. She needs you."

"No!" Both versions of herself screamed at the same time, as Adrian forced her hand to stake his heart. She collapsed to the floor before they moved to the next memory.

She and Rheya were terrorizing some citizens in New York City. Those who still refused to bend to their orders and obey their every command.

"I condemn you to be my prisoners," Rheya smiled deviously, staring at the small group of people restrained inside a TV station. They secretly planned to leak information about the Apostolous family to other states, including their ability of controlling and manipulating minds. "You can be my servants after all. You could entertain me, feed me... or even fight for me."

Amy emerged from a door in the back. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was in a terrible mood, what lead her to slowly approach and start to snap the neck of each one of the victims. One by one.

"Foolish creature! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rheya asked, visibly annoyed. "I wasn't going to kill them yet, they could be useful to my purposes."

"Getting things done faster," Amy told. "I'm starving, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home and feed."

"Of course, you spent the whole night out with Serafine, going to clubs and using your psychic powers for recreational purposes. I told you I needed you in shape this morning. You disappoint me."

"I'm sorry, Rheya. You were going to kill them anyways. They're all useless insects, isn't it what you always say?"

"You're right," the First Vampire approached and touched her chest using her indicator finger. "But I give the orders here. We may have the same blood, the same powers powers but I'm in charge. Do you understand?"

Amy was back to the same mindscape as earlier, surrounded by creatures in a forest. She felt angry at herself, yet she accepted it. She embraced the fact she was weak to resist the darkness inside her. It was part of who she had became. And now she wanted to change and make things right.

"I can do this," she closed her eyes, focusing on conjuring a psychic wave strong enough to push the horde of monsters away from her. When she opened them, ready to hit them... nothing happened.

"What?!" She yelled, back at Kano's office. "This time I did it. I faced the Opera memory and how things should have went. I embraced the fact I did horrible things too."

"There must be something else. Something you're refusing to face and let go."

Amy had no idea what it could be. At Kano's suggestion, they ended the training session for the day and she went back to the hotel to rest and reflect on what could be blocking her powers. After a long bath, she stared at the bed. The same bed she and Kamilah shared an intimate moment in the previous night, before she told her about her engagement with Aiko.

She finally turned on her phone. Iola had been trying to reach her all day.

"You need to return home, immediately. She has lost her mind."

"What is it this time?" Amy asked, getting dressed to meet Lily at the penthouse she lived with the rest of the group.

"She wants to-"

"Amy?!" Rheya seemed to have taken the phone from her daughter's hands. "I wanted to speak to you, darling. Are you finished with The Five yet? I need you to come home."

"Why?"

"I've signed a contract with a TV channel. Next week they'll begin to film our own reality show: 'The Apostolous'. Isn't it wonderful?"

No. It wasn't. Together with her insane ancestor and her family, Amy would be locked in the mansion with Priya, Serafine and Dracula, while every detail their daily routine was registered by the cameras and shown on television to the whole world.

"Rheya..." Amy sighed, thinking of some excuse. "Why don't you wait a few more days? I mean, a party with your new allies would be a great start for the reality show. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," the First Vampire answered after a pause. "I don't know when you've gotten so smart, but you're having some good ideas lately. Anyways, I must start planning our party then. Talk to you later, darling."

Only a lot of alcohol could make Amy relax with all the latest news. When she arrived, Lily was still the only one in the penthouse. Jax, Adrian and Kamilah were doing some personal businesses.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Amy asked, taking a sip directly from the bottle of sake before aiming her next shot at the pool game.

"I was going to," Lily told, observing as she sank three balls in a row. "I couldn't imagine Kamilah would go straight to your bed in the very first night."

As Lily finished her own turn, Amy noticed she was about to win the game. However, she would never be able to make the right move with that one question bothering her mind.

"Does she love her? Aiko?"

"Do you want the honest truth? No, she doesn't. She only got in that sudden relationship with her to forget you. And if you ask me, I bet Aiko is forcing her to get married."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Amy's mouth. She still had a chance. With the right shot, she could win Kamilah's heart back.

"I win," she grinned as she cued the last ball into the pocket.

"Best of three?" Lily asked, after taking a sip of the sake. "So, now tell me about Rheya going all Kardashian."

Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to start talking about Rheya's reality show when the penthouse's door opened, making her heart speed up inside her chest.

"Oh," for her disappointment, it wasn't Kamilah. "Hey, Jax."

"Hello, Lily and..." he glared in her direction, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. "You."

"Jax, come here," Lily called, assuming some alcohol and games would be able to seal the peace between them. "Amy was about to tell me about Rheya's latest bullshit."

"Later, Lil. I gotta... I gotta take a shower. I was training with Akeyo all day."

As soon as he left to the bedroom, Amy sighed:

"He'll never forgive me."

Kamilah arrived right after she finished her sentence. She didn't say a word, she walked directly to the bar, serving herself some expensive whiskey.

"We're not allowed to bring visitors," she scolded Lily. "After five years you should know that."

"I asked Adrian first," Amy told in her defense. "He said I could..."

"Oh, Amy. Congratulations on your new show. It's all over the internet. You must be loving the attention, aren't you?"

"Thank you. By the way, for someone who doesn't care care you're way too updated about my life."

There was a heavy tension between them. Years of unresolved feelings and unsaid words were affecting the whole environment surrounding them, like an earthquake.

"I-I..." Noticing that, Lily started walking away too. "You two must have a lot to talk about. I'll be in my bedroom."

Amy still tried to prevent Lily from leaving, but it was useless. She was alone and under Kamilah's hard cold gaze.

"You shouldn't be here," the female vampire said once again.

"Why?" Amy decided to confront her. "My presence is bothering you?"

"Not really, but it put us at risk. She could come here any second searching for her spawn."

"She won't. Besides, I can fight her."

"Oh really? How's the training going by the way?"

"Good," Amy lied. "I'm... I'm finding myself. Finding a balance between my powers and the darkness they can bring."

As if she still could read her, Kamilah raised an eyebrow and opened a small sadistic smile. Was it so obvious she was failing miserably? Did Kano tell the others how poorly the training session had gone? She swallowed dry.

"About yesterday..." Amy opened her mouth to speak, changing the subject. She had to know how Kamilah felt about the other night.

"Nothing happened yesterday," Kamilah nodded.

Before she could speak again, Adrian emerged from the elevator.

"Amy, good to see you here," he wanted to show her something in a secret Raines Corporation HQ he had built. "Come with me."

She gave Kamilah one last look. It wasn't over. She wasn't going to give up and pretend nothing happened between them. She wasn't going to act like the feelings weren't still there, alive and strong as ever.

"What?" Adrian asked with a smile during their way to the building.

"Nothing," Amy smiled back. She had never been so happy to see him. That vision had struck her really hard. "I'm just glad you still trust me."

The building was highly secured. Adrian guided her to the laboratory in the basement. Some scientists were still working late night, on many different projects.

"Only a few people know about our secret weapon," Adrian told while he typed a password on a keypad, opening a heavy metal door. "Only us and The Five. After all, anyone else could have their minds accessed by Rheya."

After walking through a long corridor, they stopped in front of a glass. Behind it, Amy spotted a small growing tree.

"Is it..."

"The Tree Of Death. I managed to obtain a sample and grow a seedling from it. It's still small and young, its sap is not so poisonous. It won't cause much harm yet."

After Demetrius was brought back to life, the Tree Of Death and the island ceased to exist. With that, there was nothing that could stop Rheya. Until now.

"Adrian..." Amy remembered testing her powers, or when Rheya used to grow different plants and flowers in the backyard, according to the occasions. "I can make it grow faster with my powers."

#bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #rheya apostolous #bloodbound fanfiction #playchoices #choices stories you play #thicker than water

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 4 years

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“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

So while my first instinct was to write some porn for this it did not happen, instead you get fairy Steve and werewolf Billy meeting. warnings for minor injury

73 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

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The Fairy in the Garden

Billy usually takes care of his garden in the morning before work, before the sun goes high in the sky bleeding life into everything. This morning however things had not gone to plan, his boss had called him twenty minutes before his alarm went off with an emergency. So Billy had not gotten to his garden this morning, which is why as the sun is setting he is making his way into his fairly good sized backyard to start tending his flowers and the few vegetables he is growing, check on the seedlings he is trying to grow.

Billy smells them before he sees them, nose keen even when the full moon is not out, like honey and sugar dripped all around his little garden, too strong to just be in passing. Billy hunts around his garden stopping to fuss over a broken peony, trimming the broken flower and tucking it into his pocket. There is a rustle from the left and Billy heads toward the seedlings he planted last weekend, displeased with the rough treatment of one of his babies and hoping he will not find more damage.

Billy tracks it to the edge of the bed of what were seedling just last night, that scent going thick and cloying even under the full bloom of fresh gardenia. Billy scents the air again checking, checking for magic and scenting none he drops down to his knees, soil shifting under his weight as he moves down lower, keeps folding till he can see just barely between the thick earth and the bush of the plant above it.

There is a little mop of brown hair and a small pale near iridescent body curled close to one of the thick stocky stems. Billy is pretty sure the wee thing is not wearing any clothes, little wings wrapped in tight around them as they shakes. Billy feels his earlier annoyance drain out of him, that cloying scent thick, he must be smelling fear, he has never been close enough to any fairy to get a scent off of one before.

It takes both of his hands to get the fairy out from under the flowers, sharp little teeth and nails fighting him the whole way. "Easy, easy you little shit." Billy hisses at a particularly vicious and well placed bite. Billy rips the bandana from his pocket and bundles the little thing up in it, leaving only their head out. "Can you talk?"

"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?" Billy tries for light, keeps his tone soft but they do not respond and Billy is not really sure what to do. The sun is setting quickly, dipping below the tree line just outside his fence, there will not be any light left in a few minutes and Billy knows there are things around here that will eat something as small as them. So Billy reaches in and hopes he does not get attacked for the trouble.

Brown doe like eyes glare up at him, and Billy is pretty sure that anger is a front, they have only been shaking harder since Billy got his hands on them. "I'm taking you inside, it's not safe in the garden." Billy huffs a great sigh, his neighbors giant tabby is already watching his new guest with interest.

Billy spares his babies a last glance, he will have to give them extra care in the morning. "Are you going to behave when I put you down? Billy asks, he knows that most fairies can talk, but that does not mean they understand English, Billy tries in Spanish the only other language he ever learned and they just look lost.

"Just try not to break everything. I want to get cleaned up." Billy sets them down on his little kitchen table, a big leafy fern in the middle they can hide in if they still feel the need, Billy is pretty sure they do. Billy does not unwrap them, will let them struggle their way out of the burrito wrap. Hopefully it will wear them down a little and make them a little less hostile, works like a charm on Max's pups when they are throwing tantrums.

Billy washes up and changes into a pair of sweats, he is about to head back down stairs when he thinks better of it, digging through a bag Max's pups had left for when they come over to play. Billy finds the bag full of doll clothes he is looking for with a triumphant fist bump. He is not sure they will fit but it is better than nothing, he is pretty sure fairies wear some sort of covering normally.

Billy finds the bandana empty, silvery and damp in one spot. Billy frowns touching it, fingers coming up iridescent. "Are you alright, are you hurt?" Billy asks, directing at the fern when he sees the leaves ruffle. Billy sits down, little bag on the table, lowering his chin as he tries to look through the foliage.

“What do you need? I got some doll clothes that might fit you if you want." Billy tries, that over sweet honey scent not as strong as it had been in the garden, not as cloying. He keeps searching the greenery, pretty sure his fern was not quite as dense before. He barely contains a little noise of excitement when that mop of brown hair finally peeks out from the heavy foliage to peer at him wearily.

"What do you need?" Billy asks nothing the doll clothes were unnecessary, they seem to have fashioned some from flower petals in his absences. Billy wonders where they got the flowers from, the only flowering plants he has in the house are all upstairs sitting in the windowsill of his bedroom. Then he remembers the fully bloomed gardenias in the garden that had been seedlings the night before.

"I'm hungry." They finally say with hesitation, fingers clutched in a leaf and Billy is a little mesmerized as he watches the plant grow around them. Curling and enveloping more of the table in its shade hiding more of the fairy from view.

"Uh what do you eat?" Billy cannot recall exactly, something about sweet things, sugar maybe he has that, he does not do a lot of sweets though.

They chew on their lip teeth looking flat and harmless, but the flesh between Billy's thumb and index finger know otherwise. "Do you have any honeycomb? I like honeycomb." They say coming out a little further, fingers leaving the leaf and the plant stops twisting and growing around them. They still have that weary look but there is a little hopeful hunger there and not for the first time Billy wonders what led them to his flower bed.

"Yeah, yeah I do." Billy says standing and a little disappointed as they scurry further back into the plant. Billy grabs a saucer and the jar full of honey and comb he got at the little local farmers market over the weekend, had traded Nancy a bushel of mullein and lemon balm for it.

Billy gets a knife and warms it up, cutting off a piece of the honeycomb bigger than he thinks they will eat but he is not sure. He adds a good helping of honey to the saucer before bringing it over and setting it on the table well away from the fern, he wants to get a good look at them if he can.

"Anything else, something to drink?" Billy asks, already trying to figure out what sort of container would be small enough for them to drink from.

"Do you have milk and sugar?" They ask a little less hesitant this time, big eyes staring up at Billy from the foliage still. Billy just nods, and pulls milk and sugar out hunting through his junk drawer for something that will be small enough for them to drink from. He finds an old medicine topper, the little measurements pressed into the side from when Max's pups had still been young and more human than wolf, when the two of them had gotten the flu and Billy had watched them while she worked a night shift.

Billy gives the thing a thorough cleaning before pouring some milk in it and setting it and a little sugar bowl next to the saucer full of honey and comb, still untouched. Billy turns his back to the table and puts together his own meal, mostly just making use of the leftovers he got at Max's place a few days ago, if he does not eat it tonight it will spoil.

Billy grabs his warm plate from the microwave and turns back toward the table happy to see the fairy out from their hiding spot making their way cautiously across the table. They keep shooting Billy weary looks but huger must win out because as soon as they make it to the food Billy set out for them he is ignored. Billy takes a seat and watches as they tear into the honeycomb dripping honey down their face and hands. Billy edges a napkin close, before tucking into his own food.

Billy laughs around a mouthful of roast as sticky hands dump sugar into the milk using the little sugar spoon to stir it. That earns him another weary look but they still seem more relaxed now as they tip the little container and drink, before going back to tearing through the honeycomb. Billy eats and keeps looking, notes the little dark moles that speckle them, the iridescent wings folded in tight to their back.

"You got a name?" Billy asks, popping a carrot into his mouth, they have finished their food and are eyeing the radishes on Billy's plate. Billy is inclined to give them up but he is waiting to see if they will ask.

"Can I have some of those if I tell you?" They ask edging closer and Billy moves the plate toward them.

"You can have some either way, my name is Billy.” Billy offers, and he knows you do not tell certain fay your name but he feels inclined, wants them to know. He does not feel any weird magic when he gives his name over at least.

"Steve, don't really like it though." They say as they settle in front of the plate folding their legs under them and picking up the half radish closest and biting into it.

"What do you prefer?" Billy watches as they relax, going contemplative wings starting to loosen and spread out a little.

"I dunno, no one has called me anything in a long time." They shrug before their scent goes dark, like funeral lilies and Billy's stomach turns with it. "It was just me and my tree." Turns more when he sees the lower edge of Steve's wing torn and jagged, the silvery liquid in the bandanna just the same as the blood crusted around the edge of the wound.

"You're hurt tinker bell." Billy says fingers itching to reach out and check over the injury.

"Tinker bell?" Steve asks head cocked before their eyes turn to their wing with a little shrug. "It'll heal by morning, they didn't get too much."

"The fairy from Peter Pan, never seen it?" Steve shakes their head in the negative moving on to another turnip, far bigger appetite than Billy would expect from someone no bigger than his hand. "Who's they?" Billy asks usually he would not, is a big fan of letting people sort out their own problems unless they are pack but the wolf in him is agitated at the notion of someone hurting Steve.

Steve eyes him for a long time, just chewing and chewing as he considers him, scent still choking like funeral lilies. "The hunters who burned my tree." Billy had a guess, even though hunting supernaturals is banned, a lot of humans still do it. Billy has had his fair share of run-ins with those who fancy themselves werewolf hunters. It is a gross lot, most of them into hurting those that are not like themselves, others convinced the supernatural are abominations, and others still just looking to make a buck off of what is different.

"Where are they?" Billy asks, more demands as the wolf bleeds through eyes going red, voice more animal than human.

Steve gives him a curious look scent going softer relaxing with the show of aggression instead of going toward fear like most do. "Don't know, not here flew as long as I could before my wings gave out and I ended up in your garden." They offer finishing off the last radish before going to finish their milk.

Billy grabs up his plate and the saucer, glad to see Steve at ease and not hiding back under the table fern, he does not question the lack of clothes. The hunter who caught them probably thought it would keep them from running away. He pushes his anger away there is nothing he can do about those hunters. He does not even know where they are. Billy grabs the little medicine cap from them when they are done and cleans it too, catching the little yawn coming out of Steve. "You tired?"

"I could sleep." They say looking at Billy expectantly. Billy huffs a little laugh and drops his hand to the table in offer, pleased when Steve does not hesitate just climbs onto it letting Billy lift them. Billy would leave them down here to sleep, but he wants to keep an eye on them, keep them safe and his neighbors tabby has gotten in before.

Billy sets Steve on his bed and clears a little space on the nightstand for a pillow and an old baby blanket Max's pups always leave here. "I'll leave in the morning when the sun rises, my wing will be healed by then." Steve says resolutely small hands balled into fists and Billy is a little disappointed at the idea of them not being here longer.

"You can stay longer if you like." Billy says shifting Steve from the bed to the night stand. Steve just hums scent going warm and climbs onto the pillow, pressing at it and rolling around, twisting the old blanket around them. Billy flips the light off before pulling the blankets back, Steve's skin practically glowing in the moonlight coming in from the open blinds of the window, as Billy settles into bed. "Good night tinker bell."

Billy wakes later than normal, he did not set an alarm the night before, he did not think to and did not have to, today is his day off. He is a little disappointed when he looks over to find his nightstand missing Steve, blanket and pillow a haphazard mess. There is noise coming from the garden and Billy hears a cat yowl and he knows, just knows that silly fat tabby has gone after another rabbit that has snuck in. Billy is quick to dress, and stumble down stairs pulling his boots on before throwing the door open preparing to yell.

There is no rabbit, only Steve sitting on the back of that tabby looking pleased with himself. Aforementioned tabby looking confused and annoyed until little hands start scratching at her ears and she goes sliding down to her belly, legs all splayed out as she purrs. "Do you know you drool in your sleep?" Steve asks grinning up at Billy when they see him standing in the doorway. Billy just tips his head back and laughs, glad Steve decided to stay a little longer.

#Jellyghostfic #Harringrove #fanfiction #st fic #werewolf Billy Hargrove #Fairy Steve Harrington #Jellyghostask #fairy in the garden au

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quagmireisadora · 6 years

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Hi, once i heard a odd/hilarious convo between a couple which went something like this: "Boy: I don't know how to love you anymore. Girl: But you know how to fuck me." Can you write an onho or your choice of ship for this?? Thank you. I'm srsly happy that you have started to write again. :)))

Warning: aromantic characterA/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to post this. I hope you’re still around, and I hope you like what I could make of this prompt ^^

The dome was new, brightly lit and shining with what natural illumination they could arrange in this part of the universe. The plantation domes of Ganymede were a blinding star in the constellation of human ambition. So much so, that when their success reached the ears of those who held power in their hands, it became another thing to fight over. Ships from Earth and Mars had arrived in hordes to see for themselves if the new source of food was real and easy to dominate. Just as she looked on, Minjung could make out the shapes of a dozen or so UN officials just outside the dome.

She had never seen so many people on this station before. Then again, she had never left this station before. All her life had been spent working in the farms and gardens of Ganymede. She had applied her expertise in botany to help multiply the number of domes from one to a dozen within an unexpectedly short span of time. Under her leadership, the colony had been willing to take risks growing a large number of plants they were sure would fail to grow in the harsh artificial environment - and then those plants had flowered, produced healthy fruit. These plantations were her life, and she protected them like a mother would her child. Of course, this meant she had made no time for a family and at the age of thirty-one, was left all alone in the bargain. She knew what the other Belters called her, even if they never said it to her face. She knew the hideous label she was given in these parts.

As if he’d read her thoughts, Lee Jinki walked up to her from wherever he’d been lurking. “So the peace wasn’t meant to last, after all.”

“It shouldn’t bother you,” she said without giving him the respect of eye contact. “You’ve always wanted to lick the Inners’ boots.”

“Minjunggie, please…” the other entreated.

Some kind of argument had ensued between the visitors from UN and the Martians. Maybe they couldn’t reach an agreement on who gets to go in first. She decided to pay them no more attention, there was a lot of work to do.

“I’m busy, Jinki,” she started to walk away.

“Listen, I really…” he tried to keep up with her as she weaved through the rows and shelves of plants. “Hey, listen to me–” the frustration in his voice only made her want to move farther and farther away. She passed a few colleagues from her team and waved to them, rushing towards the lifts. “Yah, Choi Minjung!” she heard Jinki yell after her.

When she’d punched in the floor number, and the doors of the lift car begun sliding shut, she saw the man standing a few feet away. Arms rising to the back of his head in frustration, he mouthed a curse before disappearing from her sight. It was only when she was alone in the lift that she allowed her body to slump tiredly to a side.

Jinki had always been perfect. His wide smile, his careful words, his handsome face… he had come into her life quietly; working his way up the ladder of grain farmers, slowly gaining enough trust and support to be named the new representative of Dome G. Unlike his predecessors, he was sympathetic to the needs of the community, and he always liked scientific input into produce improvement. Minjung had been impressed by his self-possessed demeanor. She liked the way he thought, liked the way he functioned. And so when plans for a new dome were discussed, she’d invited him on-board to help.

He’d worked hard to earn her trust. Then he’d charmed his way into her bed. And she allowed him to do it because Jinki had made her feel like she’d never felt before. He had held her face with his gaze, held her hips with his rough fingers, held her heart in his chest. She’d allowed him into her life, because under the broad shoulders and the sculpted chest and the muscled arms, he was gentle. Behind the sharp amber eyes and the truthful tongue, he was saccharine. And Minjung wanted him.

But like any other relationship in her life, it hadn’t lasted.

Jinki wanted to move to Mars, to help with their terra-forming efforts. He wanted to be part of that absolute and focused regime, bent on surpassing Earth no matter what the cost. He wanted to be a cog in a larger wheel, one that turned forwards instead of “spinning in the same place”, as he considered the Jupiter stations to be. Minjung had listened to his dreams. She’d smiled at them and encouraged him to chase them. But she’d declined the offer to join him, despite his attempts at convincing her, despite his begging and pleading.

Because Minjung wanted none of that.

She made her rounds of the control rooms and checked the outputs to each sector. They liked to maintain Earth gravity in the dome environments because it helped grow the larger plants and trees better. It also helped with medical care. She checked the seedlings in a large tank, she poked through the germination pans, she asked after the air filtration systems. One of the head technicians greeted her and gave her a quick report on the new dome.

“Everything’s running perfectly,” he summarized. “Even better than G, which is saying something.” It was. The support systems in dome G had been altered for growing wheat and barley. After the first failed crop, Jinki had brought what seeds he could salvage of the disaster to the botanists’ labs on the top level. It had revealed the atmospheric problems they hadn’t accounted for. And that’s when they’d decided to seal the agricultural dome from the rest, increasing the temperature and reducing the humidity to mimic a more temperate climate. A long trip to the shipyards on Callisto, and a very expensive systems upgrade later, they were able to grow healthy crops to feed the entire population of Ganymede and then some.

“Thank you for your hard work,” she replied to technical staff with a smile. Her next destination was the clinic, where she had to meet with the doctors about–

“You’ve now avoided me for a full 2 months,” Jinki informed her when she exited the control room. He stood calmly leaning against the opposite wall, hallway lights making deep shadows on his face.

“You’ve now earned the right to be tasered,” Minjung threatened before she walked away once more.

“This is so childish,” he muttered after her, disdainfully. She stopped and turned around to give him a look, but she had nothing more to say to him. He slowly made his way to her. “I just want to talk. And you won’t even give me that?”

She squared herself to face him. “OK,” she folded her arms. “Talk.”

He looked at her, wordlessly pleading. “Not here,” he touched her elbow, and instead of jerking away from the action, she felt the urge to lean into it. “Not like this. Let me… let me visit you tonight,” his tone was sweet, dripping with affection, a little dizzying: the way it sounded when he spoke while still moving inside her. “Let me come see you. I’ll even bring a gift.”

“I finish my rounds at 1700,” was all she offered.

——

“Do you remember the day we met for the first time?” he asked her. She didn’t say anything so he went on. “You were standing next to the fountains in sector 4. Dome F–do you remember?” he nudged again from the distance.

They sat across the cabin from each other, several feet apart. “Hmm,” she acknowledged from her own perch on the window sill.

“You told me about your family. About how you only remembered the days you went to bed hungry, and there was always some kind of sickness around you,” Jinki reminded her. “I told you about my mother. How she would starve so I could eat. Do you remember what you said when you heard that?”

Minjung didn’t answer for a few minutes, looking out at the large solar reflectors in the horizon. “I said I never wanted a single person to ever feel hungry again,” she replied with residual determination from the memory of that day. “I said I would spend my life making sure of it.”

“And you have,” he assured her. An admiring smile played on his lips. He got up and walked to her, closing the distance between them and crouching by her knees. “You are, by far, the most brilliant person I have ever met in my life,” he said it less as a compliment and more as a fact.

She watched him; watched the sincerity play on the corners of his smile, pulling it into an even wider smile. Months ago she would’ve melted into that look. Months ago she would’ve leaned their foreheads together until all she could see of the world was the glint in Jinki’s eyes.

“I asked you this before, I know,” he continued. “But imagine what you could do for a place like Mars. Imagine! They would… they would flourish!” he let out a small chuckle. “Imagine how much you could achieve if you had their technology and their willpower behind you.”

“So all you wanted, all of those times,” Minjung started. “When you came here, when you spent all that time with me, when you got in bed with me and stayed till you ‘really couldn’t stay’,” she made quotes in the air like she was mocking him “All those times. You were recruiting me to the MCRN. I mean, you’re doing it now--!” she spoke to his denial.

“No. No,” he pulled away, smile fading as if to say here we go again. “I already told you, no. That’s not what I was doing. I already said that–that I really felt happy with you.”

“And that’s it?” she demanded.

He sighed stood up to move away from her again. “What do you want me to say?” he frowned, holding out his hands like he was trying to prove they were empty. He had nothing. “You want me to say I love you? Because that would be a lie. I can’t say that. I don’t think I can love you. Or any–”

“But you know how to fuck me,” she challenged, her voice rising with her anger. “Don’t you? You knew how to play with me, isn’t it? All those times you took me out on your ship,” she grated. “All those times you wanted your shitty fantasies of fucking in zero G. All of those times, you were just laughing at me. Weren’t you?” she nodded in question.

“How can you even say that?!” he asked incredulously.

“What else can I call it?!” she shot up from her seat.

He breathed, evenly at first, then deep. “Is that all I was to you?” There was hurt in his expression. “Just someone to fuck? Did we mean nothing more than that to you?” His tone was no higher than a whisper, flooded with echoes of past disappointments. “Is that all you got from me?”

Minjung looked at him in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, tell me. Tell me how worthless it was to spend time with me. Tell me how I gave you nothing,” he hissed. “Tell me how the idea of us going away from this... fucking dead-end of a place would’ve been more nothing!” he gestured wildly. “Say it! That’s what you felt all those months, isn’t it?”

“I wanted a family with you!” she shouted, then ran her fingers through her hair.

Jinki was dumbstruck. “A... a what?” he faltered.

She walked in a circle of frustration around the room before jumping close to him, pointing a finger at his chest. “I wanted to spend my life with you!” she spat. “I wanted us to have children! How did…” she held a palm to her forehead. “How did you never realize that?”

He walked backwards, until his calves met with a ledge where he sat down heavily, all the while staring at her.

With the distance reestablished between them, Minjung slumped a little where she stood. “You were the best,” she admitted tiredly. “Being with you, every second of it, was the absolute fucking best,” she felt the despondence of the last two months hug her frame tightly. “And all you ever talked about was Mars this, Earth that... you--” a stray tear dropped from her chin. “Did you ever stop to think what I want?”

“No...” Jinki whispered like he’d been told everything in this universe was a lie.

The admission put sound to something she already knew, and in that, doubled the effect it had on her. Minjung shook from the effort of trying to lock her sobs inside her lungs. “No,” she gasped. “You didn’t.”

“You were never...” the other shook his head, looking confused. “Minjunggie, I can’t--”

“You can’t love me?” she asked. “Is that what you’re going to say? That you can’t love anyone? Jinki, do you think that mattered to me?” she revealed. “I loved you anyway. Did you really think I couldn’t?”

“But, I can’t--”

“It didn’t matter. It never...”

He slowly rose to his feet and took a tentative step forward.

#30 day challenge #with soapy #onho #het!#expanse au #anonymous

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