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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year ago

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Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part II

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: Daddy and Babydoll take a giant leap.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Babydoll), Daddy kink, corruption kink, praise kink, somnophilia, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, lactation kink, cockwarming, (slight) choking, deflowering, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, cum swallowing, Murder Daddy™️ vibes, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. This would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still choose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is an entirely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Enjoy! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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I am such a lucky man.

Any man in my situation might do the right thing. But when has that ever gotten anyone what they really wanted?

Looking at a perfect flower from afar is just fine, don’t get me wrong. You bend over, you smell it, you leave it to bloom. But plucking that flower and holding it in your hand? Now that is a truly heavenly feeling.

That’s what it was like with my little Babydoll.

It was a cautious dance. I had to earn her trust. She was Daddy’s little girl, after all. She had her loyalties and she did not like me at first. She didn’t explicitly say it but she missed her father. Who could blame her?

But she was so perfect. And I wanted her. She had to be mine.

And so she would be.

It started with little things. I made sure to get the snacks that she coveted. I called her Princess. I smiled at her and always listened intently to whatever stupid topic she wanted to talk about. She would get so excited to talk to someone who would listen.

I got the feeling her mother wasn’t exactly her favorite person. She was much closer with her Nanny. I was shocked to find out that she still had a caregiver at her age, but one look at their relationship and it made so much sense. I convinced her mother that she wouldn’t need a Nanny any longer and that I would be taking over watching after her.

Her sheltered upbringing kept her so innocent in so many ways. It was like her parents fucking gift-wrapped her for me to corrupt. And with Nanny out of the way, I had her all to myself with no prying eyes.

That day she got the sunburn was a godsend. I watched as she slept in the backyard, the sun illuminating her olive skin. I could have easily gone to wake her up, but I wanted her to need me. I wanted her to call for me.

And soon enough, I hear her voice shout my name. It was burned in my brain.

As I rubbed the aloe on her warm skin, I knew I wanted to be her Daddy. She needed an authority figure to take care of her, and I took on that role. Since her mother was off in her own world, it would afford me the ability to become her everything.

The way to her heart was care. I told her I would never hurt her, and proceeded to spank her plump little ass. She forgave me afterward, of course. When I wiped her tears and tasted them? Fuck, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

And when she didn’t know what to call her perfect little pussy? Fuck! I’ve replayed that moment in my head so many times. I’ll admit, calling it her ‘princess parts’ was entirely self-indulgent. Knowing she was never touched only made me want to forget the plan and fuck her right then.

But there was a time for everything. I settled for eating her delicious pussy. Her sweet face contorting and enjoying my tongue had me hard as a rock. Seeing her cum for the first time was a sight to behold. Fingering her tightness had me wanting to test the elasticity of that wet fuckhole.

Damnit, she was perfect.

When I heard her moan for Daddy and knew she meant me, my soul left my body for a moment. It came back so I could take care of her and have the mental image of her in my clothing. She looked so cute and, at the same time, she looked fuckable.

It actually hurt my dick to look at her in my clothes. I had to have her. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed her and I refused to let this opportunity slip past me. Her mother wasn’t due to be home for hours.

While she slept, I let my hands explore.

Her soft tummy under my calloused hand gave me ideas. What if it was swollen and round with my child? Far too soon to even be thinking about that, she hasn’t even seen my dick yet and I’m already thinking about knocking her up.

I turned her on her back and pulled my shirt up over her tits. Perfect handfuls for me, with areolas that harden at my touch. The way they tightened as I circled them with a finger was almost too much for me. I felt my dick swell as I thought about them bloated with milk. I took one pebbled nipple into my mouth and imagined that she coated my tongue with sweet nectar. When I switched to the other nipple, she stirred in her sleep. I pulled off of her breast and looked down at her peaceful form.

The irony of the urge to impregnate this virgin wasn’t lost on me. I wouldn’t put it past my subconscious to think it could create the next Messiah. I do tend to be a bit ‘larger than life’ at times. I mean, who else but a true sociopath would dream of corrupting an innocent soul?

Fuck it. Call me a sociopath. I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll be too busy molding her pussy to the shape of my dick.

The first step to doing that was getting my dick inside her. I freed her of my underwear and opened her legs. Placing my palm over her cunt, I could feel the heat that radiated from it. I loved the little tuft of hair on her mound. I preferred it fuzzy anyway.

I slid my fingers down and felt the wetness that escaped her lips. I coated my fingers in her juices and didn’t hesitate to put them into my mouth. She was so fucking tasty. I was addicted to the taste of her and there was no going back.

As if I wanted to go back after today.

You awoke to the feeling of rubbing on your princess parts. You had tried to stay asleep but you realized you aren’t wearing Daddy’s underwear anymore. You opened your eyes and looked up to see Daddy smiling down at you.

“Babydoll, you were so pretty while you slept. Daddy couldn’t help himself and had to touch you again.”

You wiggled your little hips, trying to get as much friction on your clitty as possible. You bit your bottom lip and tossed your head to the side in pleasure. Your sweet moans were music to Daddy’s ears if the plastered smile on his face was anything to go by.

“Daddy has a special treat for you, Babydoll,” Daddy pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of contact. You watched as Daddy kneeled in front of you and unzipped his pants. He pulled a bottle out of his pocket that had a purple label on it and tossed it to the bed. “Daddy wants you to take his dick out.” He pulled you to a sitting position and guided your hand inside his pants.

When you had made contact with soft skin, you wrapped your fingers around its hardness. You pulled it out and the groan that Daddy made went right to your core. You couldn’t fit one hand around it so you used both of them to hold it.

Daddy’s large hand covered both of yours and moved them up and down. The silky smooth skin moved through your fingers and Daddy picked up the bottle and uncapped it. He poured some of the liquid over your hands and told you to spread it around. You smiled up at him as your hands became slippery and Daddy’s moans became louder.

“Lay back, Babydoll. Daddy is gonna touch your princess parts with his dick. It’s gonna hurt at first, but Daddy will try and be gentle.” Daddy put one of your legs over his arm as he leaned over you. He poured some of the liquid on you and you shivered as the cold liquid slid over your sensitive clitty and traveled downward, “Take a deep breath and then let it out, Princess.”

You breathed in and held it. When you let it out, Daddy tore through you with his dick. The stretch burned and you started to cry.

“Daddy, it hurts!” You hiccupped as fat tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You know I love it when you cry for me. It’s gonna stop hurting soon. Just…fuck, your tight little cunny is holding my dick so tight and keeping it warm,” He wraps your legs around his waist and holds your head in his hands. He looked down at you and kissed your tears away, “Daddy’s gonna start moving now. You feel so good, better than I thought you would feel. I want you to tell me to fuck you, Babydoll.”

You looked up at Daddy and sniffled. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Make it stop hurting, please?”

You felt him twitch inside you as he growled low in his throat. He pulled out slowly then slammed back in. Your body jerked with the speed of his hips against yours. The sounds of wet slapping filled your ears, mixed with Daddy’s grunts and your yelps.

He whispered in your ear while he impaled you over and over, “Babydoll, fuck! You are making Daddy so happy. Taking my dick so well. You’re being such a good girl for me. Such…a…good…girl!” He punctuated his words with thrusts into your tight heat.

Soon, the pain slowly dissipated and you were left overwhelmed with the feeling of fullness. An involuntary moan escaped your lips and Daddy chuckled. His hand moved down to play with your clitty and it was all over for you. Within moments, you were clenching around him and crying again from the heightened intensity.

“Yes, come all over my dick. You’re my good little fucktoy, aren’t you? Say it, Babydoll.”

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.”

“Keep saying it, Babydoll. I’m so fucking close. Just keep saying it.” The hand that was on your clitty had moved to your neck. The slightest hint of pressure kept you still while he continued his onslaught.

“I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy. I’m Daddy’s good little fucktoy.” You repeated the mantra and watched as Daddy’s face contorted and he let out a slew of bad words.

“Fuck, Babydoll. Daddy’s gonna fucking cum. Shit, shit, shit!” Daddy pulled out and stroked himself once, twice. On the third stroke, thick white ropes shot out of him and onto your belly. It just kept coming and you watched in awe. Daddy looked to be in pain but he kept stroking until all that came out was a few drops. He looked exhausted, so when he collapsed next to you, you weren’t surprised.

“Daddy?” You ran a finger through the sticky fluid and touched your first finger to your thumb to see the elasticity of it.

“That’s my cum, Babydoll. You were such a good girl and I wanted to give you a special treat. Open your mouth, baby,” You opened your mouth and Daddy scoops up some of his cum and puts it on your tongue. You swirled the salty substance on your tongue before swallowing. “That’s my good girl, swallowing Daddy’s cum like a perfect Princess. Can Daddy have a kiss?”

“On the lips?” You’ve never been kissed before and suddenly you were nervous.

“Yes, Babydoll. Daddy promises he doesn’t care if you haven’t kissed anyone before. Daddy needs to taste you. Just stay still, and Daddy will show you, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your breathing picked up as Daddy leaned into you and put his mouth over yours. He exhaled through his nose and his mustache tickled you. He held the back of your head while he kissed you. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth to let him in. When Daddy’s tongue massaged your own, you brought a hand up to get lost in Daddy’s curly mane. You swallowed the groan that rumbled through him.

Daddy broke the kiss and set his forehead against yours. He looked blissful and tired and all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. You moved your head to kiss him again and he nibbled at your bottom lip before peppering you with kisses all over your face. You giggled and playfully pushed him away so you could stretch and sit crosslegged.

He sat up and got out of the bed. He walked around it and crouched down to speak to you at your eye level. He took your hands and made you look at him. With a serious look on his face, he spoke.

“Babydoll, I want you to promise me that only Daddy gets to kiss you and only Daddy gets to put his dick in you. You don’t let other boys touch your princess parts. If a boy ever does that, you tell me and I’ll take care of it, ok?”

“Take care of it?” What did that mean?

“Nobody gets to touch my Babydoll without Daddy’s explicit permission. Am I understood?” Daddy looked like he had a fire in his eyes. Daddy wanted to protect you. And he might do anything to keep you safe.

“Only Daddy gets to touch me. I understand, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go take a shower and Daddy will go start on dinner. I have your favorite for dessert tonight.” His bright smile was infectious and spread to your lips.

“You got the cannolis I like?” You couldn’t contain your excitement and squealed.

“Yes, I got the cannolis. Anything for my Babydoll. But you have to be a good girl all night if you want them. That means you keep what you and Daddy do all to yourself, ok Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy. I can keep a secret. I promise.”

Daddy’s smile widened and he pulled you up out of bed. He kissed your forehead, and your nose, and pecked your lips before he shooed you off to the bathroom to wash up.

You didn’t know it, but he watched your every step until you were out of sight.

As you showered, you thought about the cannolis and Daddy’s kisses. When you washed your princess parts, you felt that tingle like when Daddy touched you. You wanted to play more, but you were still sore so you finished washing up and got out of the shower.

After getting dressed, you went down to the kitchen and watched as Daddy made dinner. When Mommy came home, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when Daddy kissed her. Daddy noticed your pout and kissed the top of your head and let you taste test the bolognese sauce.

Dinner went by smoothly, Mommy and Daddy talked about whatever while you spaced out. But when Daddy brought out the cannolis, you were back to your jovial self. You ate your cannoli and excused yourself from the table.

With a full belly of dinner and dessert, you retreated to your room. The musky scent of sex was all over your sheets and you reveled in it. You replayed the events of the day in your mind and you ached to have Daddy next to you again. He awoke something inside of you that only he had access to.

After today, everything changed. He wasn’t August anymore, he was Daddy. And you were his Princess, his Babydoll. Your hand gravitated to your princess parts again and the thought of Daddy’s hands all over you had you soaking your hand in moments. Tasting yourself again, you imagined it was Daddy’s cum and that he was pleased with you.

You drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter, the promise of more to come heavy on your head.

Part III

A/N: Ok, I think I still have more to write. But, do y’all want more?

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organizechaoss · 18 days ago

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Fic-Rec Friday!!!

This one is a massively delicious huskerdust slow burn

There are many things I absolutely love about this fic but I think the qualities that are best for a recommendation is: THE PLOT (it's intriguing and well thought out with appropriate twists and turns), ANGEL'S MENTAL ILLNESS (this story circulates on Angel's ability to dissociate and is the most unique and beautiful way I've seen someone write dissociation), CHARACTERIZATION (if you appreciate exploring Alastor's sort of fucked up relationship with Husk, this delves into it in an appropriate way, imo).

If you wanna see more about the plot and more things I love about this fic, see the 'read more' for spoilers and stuff <3

Dissociate, Disappear by FishHeadMan

Rated: M

Words: 143,741

Angel dissociates to cope, but it's making his new relationship complicated. This fic boasts wildly intense HuskerDust hurt/comfort, an 'enemies to queer-platonic' RadioApple ~situation,~ and Angel struggling to heal after violently escaping Val. This fic is like if season 2 was a cozy fantasy about Angel healing & going to actual therapy, instead of a musical comedy adventure about Charlie fighting god. What do people have to do to get into Heaven? Will Alastor be the Big Bad? Will Angel and Husk fuck?! We're getting into all of it.

DEFINITELY worth the read. You should check it out if you're a lover of angst like me <3

[Like always, pls consider giving ME some recommendations (if ya wanna, check this post for what I will or won’t read) but if you have any fics that are a similar vibe to this one, drop it in a comment or a reblog!]

THE PLOT:

we get a few chapters of exposition that is a beautiful introduction to this writer's writing style and how they characterize Husk and Angel and their relationship

and then things start kicking off when Valentino suddenly dies

Angel flips the fuck out and begs for Alastor to help protect him and the hotel (he thinks the V's are going to kill him)

I'm not going to spoil too much on what happens here, but essentially Alastor and Angel make a deal (nothing soul binding) where Angel isn't allowed to tell anyone how exactly Val died, including Husk

There's also fairly entertaining radioapple moments (not romantic) but more of the entertaining tension that they have in the show and lucifer being a quirky celestial and mentally ill

Then the rest of the fic is basically Angel trying to figure out how Val died, trying to redeem himself by doing Charlie's shitty therapy (while dragging Husk along), falls in love with Husk, and figuring out Alastor's fucked up mind.

There's a sub plot of Alastor that is very intriguing about how he became the person he is. This includes flashbacks to his living life and an insight to his mind a couple times throughout the fic

OTHER THINGS:

ofc my favorite parts of most huskerdust fics is the characterization of Husk and this author does it extremely well. Husk isn't Angel's side piece or his therapist or his lovely perfect partner. He's a man who loves Angel but has his own insecurities and ties to the plot with his complicated relationship with Alastor. Angel and Husk navigate sex, love, abuse, and mental illness together. They grow in a realistic way and communicate healthily and realistically (with mistakes and white lies and apologies)

Angel's dissociation is also really intriguing as the author writes it as 'The Presence' which appears a lot like how I imagine DID would feel. The Presence is more of Angel's caregiver and protecter that takes care of Angel when he's hurt or scared. The Presence also doesn't like other people all that much and forces Angel to isolate and not ask for help when he needs it. It's a pretty cool device to show Angel's trauma response and leads to beautifully angsty moments throughout the fic

the finale also ties into my initial point which is gonna be major major spoilers so pls be aware before reading any more of this bullet point... So essentially the end of this fic ends with Husk being tortured by Alastor and Angel coming to save him. We all know I love when Husk gets hurt and this was so so so fun for me. I love the angst and the torture devices that Alastor uses (damn that was a fucked up sentence for me to write... wow). It's also a fun reversal from other fics that have Husk rescuing Angel from his overlord. The tables have turned and Husk needs a lil rescuing this time around and it's great.

there's so much more that I love that I can't possibly write down but if any of this interests you, you should definitely check it out <3

#orgchaos recs #hazbin hotel #radioapple #huskerdust #fanfic #fic rec friday #fic rec #recomendation #ao3 #husk #angel dust #alastor #lucifer #valentino

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betheflame · 2 years ago

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Fandom Interview

Thanks to @stonyholic for chatting with me about why they love fandom! A meta fill for Team Marry in the @stevetonygames

Flame: So, Jaz, what drew you to Stony as a ship?

Jaz: oh wow, where do i even start? i actually first joined the fandom because of amazing stevetony fanart i came across online (and partly because i was exploring queerness in entertainment media and then within myself). but once i became more familiar to fandom it was this: them. their relationship across universes in marvel is undoubtedly important. seeing how civil war unfolds both in the movies and the comics (and how it might not have unfolded had they acted or communicated differently) is a great example. they’re opposites in so many ways, but they still find ways to understand and trust each other, and that’s wonderful in itself.

the second thing i love about them is their dynamic in terms of fandom tropes. angst? domesticity? fluff? enemies to friends, friends to enemies? they’ve got it all, and the fact that they have different dynamics in different universes so that fans get to explore so much more about them is what i love about the ship.

the third reason is the copious amount of canon material i get to draw from when i create fanwork. steve and tony have hated each other, fought each other, forgiven each other, admired each other, loved each other, and they’ve even married each other, like, canonically (but genderbent because marvel). i can’t even begin to express how beautiful their relationship is and how much i love them individually as characters, too. and these are the reasons that drew me and still draw me to stony as a ship.

Flame: As someone who started in this fandom with another ship, I totally relate to falling into them once you get to know them. Tony is my personal bicycle, and I'll read Steve with a lot of people, but I'm definitely pickier with him. And you're so correct about versitility! My gosh, how much you can do with them - especially if you do what I do, and strip them down from canon to their essential human elements.

Also, to me, they're the two most coded as caregivers within the canon, and so that just makes it so much fun to write them as the center of group dynamics, which is my favorite thing to play with in my fics. For these games, why Team Marry?

Jaz: i actually went for team kill at first because i asked a friend to randomly pick from fuck, marry and kill. XD but i was never a pure angst or darkfic kinda person. i struggled for a while between team marry and team kill because my favorite trope is emotional hurt/comfort (which is half angst and half fluff, what do you know), and i was on both teams until the games started and i realized my heart was really with team marry and all the amazing creators i’ve met along the way, and i thought, hey, my preferred types of hurt/comfort would probably fit team marry more anyway. so, ultimately, my competitiveness and loyalty wouldn’t really let me be on more than one team, and i grew attached to team marry, so i’ll be fighting tooth and nail for it!

Flame: Love it! I chose all three teams to stretch my creativity, but my heart and loyalty truly lie with team marry. It's been so much fun creating fics that don't need to be murdery or porny, but can be whatever I want them to be.vAnd your h/c stuff absolutely fits within team marry - I just see it as h/c within covenantal relationships, rather than specifically about weddings and marriage.

Anything else you want to share about fandom before we wrap up?

Jaz: i would like to thank all the creators in the fandom, actually! a lot of them are so nice, and so talented, and it was just amazing to get to know them or even just to admire them from afar. the stevetony community on instagram died down a lot after endgame (which was why i was half out of fandom for two years or so), but i’ve found so many active, fellow creators here, and that makes me feel proud and happy!

Thanks, Jaz, for such a fun chat!

#meta post

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defilerwyrm · 3 years ago

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For the ask meme: burning bright, anything about the parts at the table with the Nein. You write their banter so well!

FIC SPOILERS BELOW!

Burning Bright on AO3

The entire dinner scene hit me like a bolt of lightning while I was working on this fic. It started with Beau’s outburst, and then Veth’s willful denial and subsequent fit, and I built the two scenes around that.

Diving into particulars….

“Uhm,” he said, intelligently, but quickly recovered and flashed his friends a smile. “It is most impressive. Certainly a step up from a tiny hut.”

A direct reference to the name of the spell. Originally it was Leomund’s tiny hut. I have no clue why in 5e Wizards decided to 86 the attribution names on so many spells like Otiluke’s resilient sphere and Tasha’s hideous laughter. Things like that always made me curious about the (what I assume were) PCs the spells were named after. I had thought maybe it was because the characters who diegetically invented them were specific to one setting, but in that case I don’t know why Bigby’s hand is still Bigby’s but Evard’s black tentacles are no longer Evard’s. I don’t like it. As an aside, Widowgast’s Nascent Nein-Sided Tower is, mechanically speaking, Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion. Anyway. Moving on!

It was delectable that Caleb wanted to impress him.

This boy hungry and not just for soup

Flustered, Essek tried to fend them off, but it was Caleb that did him in. It was always Caleb. The human took a large roll from his own plate, broke it in half, and offered one of these parts to Essek, who tried his best not to choke.

“You need to keep your strength up, ja?” Caleb implored him quietly.

The steady hand that accepted was a point of pride because it very much wanted to quake. The Kryn weren’t bread people, but...did he have any idea what this gesture would mean in Rosohna? Any inkling at all?

This is another one of those places where I delight in playing to cultural differences. What I’d had in mind for what that gesture—breaking food into two pieces and offering half to someone—WOULD mean in Rosohna was a bit nebulous, as I like to keep the reader guessing a bit and let their imagination fill in the blanks; but my rough idea was that it’s a courting gesture that signifies “I can and will provide for you, even if it means less for me.” An expression of selfless caregiving and an offer of partnership. Not wholly unlike a bird bringing food to a prospective mate.

And actually it’s a little bit funny coming from Caleb, who has fuck-all to his name but his name, when Essek is a rich bitch who answers directly to the Bright Queen.

Not that he was about to say it out loud, but he was a quick convert to this whole bread thing. To say that it won him over would be an understatement. That seemed to be a recurring theme here.

I imagine if I’d grown up never really eating bread and was introduced to it in adulthood I’d be like “Where have you BEEN all my life?!” But also: the bread is friendship, the bread is the Mighty Nein, the bread is communion in the spirit of sharing rather than politics and appearances and power plays—things he thought he was fine without until they were foisted upon him.

Somewhere in the course of the multiple conversations going on at one time, Jester got an Idea, as she was prone to doing. He became increasingly aware of her talking about kissing, of all things, and this culminated in her shouting above the din, cheeks flushed purple though he hadn’t seen her touch any wine: “I have an idea you guys! Why don’t we all go around and say how many people we’ve kissed?”

Jester is the most wonderfully convenient deus ex machina if you ever need to insert an awkward or embarrassing conversation among the Mighty Nein, because this is exactly the sort of shit she would do.

Jester leaped up and slammed her hands onto the table. “Caduceus you’ve never been kissed?! That’s so sad!”

The firbolg was unfazed. He merely shrugged and said, “It hasn’t come up and I haven’t gone looking. Not something I’ve ever thought about, really.”

Jester’s tail lashed back and forth behind her like an overstimulated cat. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Fjord went a bit wild-eyed at this. Caduceus smiled gently and said, “No thank you.”

Three things about this part:

1) Jester’s tail doesn’t get NEARLY enough mention in fic! If I’m playing (or writing) a character with a tail you can be damn sure you’re gonna know what it’s doing! Makes me wanna play a tabaxi tbqh.

2) Cad’s “No thank you” is the sum total of his sexuality, lol. Jester was raised in a pretty highly sexualized setting, didn’t really get out much before she fled Nicodranas, and can be pretty naïve, so she doesn’t really get the whole aroace thing; but it never crosses Cad’s mind that this would be “abnormal“ or ”sad” in any way—it causes him no distress, as it shouldn’t. This is yet another “Same planet, different worlds” moment.

3) Fjord is physically restraining himself from yelling “JESTER WHAT THE FUCK” lmao

Veth kept picking at it. “So you’re um. You know. Into the fellas?”

Beau snorted. “I could’a told you that months ago.”

“Yeah you could’a!” Veth pouted with a self-conscious curl to her shoulders.

I saw a comment on Tiktok that said Veth was being borderline homophobic, but that wasn’t my intent! It’s just that she inherited a certain blind spot for male queerness from her player, and as hard as she’d been trying to encourage Caleb to hook back up with his female ex, it never occurred to her that he had a male ex, too—and given that they’ve been so close for so long, she’s feeling pretty self-conscious about the fact that she never figured out that Caleb is bisexual in all that time, as well as kind of upset that no one—Caleb especially—told her. She’s having a moment of “Why didn’t I know this? Did you think it was going to change things between us? Did I make you feel unsafe?” And also a little bit of “Okay well, now I have to get him to hook up with TWO people AT ONCE because my boy deserves threesomes 😤”

Jester went goggle-eyed at him. “You’ve only been with one person?” she exclaimed. “But you’re like a hundred years old! And very handsome. I would have thought you’d get like, all the ladies.”

Ladies. Right.

Veth might not be the only one with a certain blind spot.

Beau gave her a funny look, snorting. “I dunno, he seems like the kinda guy who turns down those offers left and right.”

..…But Beau’s got his number, for more than one reason. She’s got super gaydar, for one, and has him pegged as the type who’s very choosy about his partners (also mind you, this was before demi!Essek was canonized by WoG, so I was still rolling with my hc that Essek got around when he felt like it).

The uproar was instantaneous. Everyone—almost everyone—started talking or shouting at once. Beau’s voice rang out among the din with, “HOLY SHIT ESSEK FUCKS.” Strangely pleased with himself, he downed the rest of his wine in one gulp and spent the next few minutes fending off increasingly prying, personal questions until the Nein grew bored with his lack of answers and someone changed the subject.

There it is, the line that spawned two entire scenes!

He was not a war mage, but he was experienced and wily, and he was damned good at what he did, and as long as there was breath left in his body, the Mighty Nein would not fall here.

Joke’s on me, motherfucker literally has the War Caster feat -_-

But like in my defense, that’s just what it’s called in the book. The feat just means that you have either the training or experience to cast well during a fight, which I see as not necessarily the same thing as a war mage, which was my way of saying an arcane caster who is a soldier.

Veth stared at her blankly as if willing herself not to understand. “Caleb? With who?”

She breathed steadily. “...Essek. Caleb and Essek.”

Beside her, Jester squealed and brought her fists to her face.

Veth was less enthused. “WHAT.”

Beau’s mental commentary here is dead on. Veth still doesn’t really trust Essek at this point and has been pretty vocal about that…despite being the one to declare him part of the Mighty Nein? Eh, she’s allowed to have complicated feelings on the guy, all things considered. But I find it kind of comical and very Veth (and very Sam) for her to be all full of zest for trying to get Caleb back together with the frigging Volstrucker who is actively working for his abuser and worst enemy but balk at him hooking up with Essek.

Jester “explained” in a delighted yell: “Caleb and Essek are gonna fuuuuuuck!”

I don’t know, is this too unsubtle to call foreshadowing? The line flowed naturally in the dialogue, but it’s also letting the reader know exactly what they’re in for next, lol.

“...He’s going to break that little elf twink, you know,” Veth said, sounding distant. Seemed she was having some difficulty processing. Not too surprising, considering how adamant she was about wanting their wizard to hook back up with his old flame, the fucking Volstrucker. “We’ve all seen his dick.”

This was 100% taken from Sam’s little throwaway line “It’s above-average” but it turned out to serve two purposes other than reminding the reader that all of these people have seen Caleb naked:

1) It’s yet another thing Veth thinks she understands about him but doesn’t. Caleb’s a top like Dalmatians are purple and if you disagree then I respect your right to be incorrect ;)

2) That said, it is, in fact, foreshadowing for the sequel, in which Essek experiences a great deal of frustration. (I haven’t touched the damn thing in weeks, feels like; I’ve been too busy with work, being exhausted from work, and being in a tizzy about my upcoming surgery.)

Fjord blurted out, “I’ll join you.”

Poor Fjord has had such an uncomfortable night!

Hoo boy that was a lot. Thanks for the ask, this was really fun!! And sorry it took so long; I work Saturday nights and things got really busy for a bit there.

#shadowgast #ask box games #before long my song is dying #critical role #plz how do i fandom

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duhragonball · 6 years ago

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (97/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[16 June, 234 Before Age. Planet Shenia]

The military of Planet Shenia was formidable, much more so than would be expected for a planet considered insignificant by the major galactic powers. Centuries ago, Shenia was a client state of the Camelian Empire, and used as a buffer against a rival power, the Qophean Khanate. Decades later, the balance of power shifted, and the border moved, and Camelia withdrew from Shenia. But the people of Shenia had not forgotten their vigilance against foreign invasion. Their armies were well-trained and well-armed, and rumors of their ki techniques were enough to frighten away would-be raiders. One of Shenia's national holidays celebrated a time when they defended their world against a Saiyan invader, and prevailed.

This time, however, Shenia was visited by two Saiyans, and the outcome was not as favorable. A week later, the entire Shenian parliament was captured, and they quickly surrendered. Over the next several days, a ransom payment was assembled to pay the Saiyans to leave the planet peacefully. A portion of this was converted into a sort of expense account, which the Saiyans used to pay for meals and souvenirs while they enjoyed Shenia's nightlife.

"Look at this," Seltiss asked as she twirled around in a dress she had just purchased. The price tags still dangled from the hem as she showed it off. "I thought it was sequins, but it's actually some kind of fiber optic technology, so when the lighting changes..."

The discotheque's lighting included a number of lasers and other devices to shine an array of colors onto the patrons. Seltiss was sticking close to the bar, but she stepped just slightly to one side so a passing strobe light could flash onto her clothes. Her dress refracted and shifted the frequency of this light, producing a vivid pattern of oranges and violets.

Sitting at the bar, Xibuyas could only stare and nod awkwardly. To everyone else in the club, they were just unusual-looking humanoid, not so different from the Shenians themselves. To the bartender serving them meals, they were just a couple of rowdy adolescents. But to Xibuyas, the teenage girl standing before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The dress had nothing to do with it.

"It's nice," he muttered, and then he looked away to take another piece of fish from his bowl.

"Everything's so colorful here," Seltiss said. “Not like Planet Saiya at all. Dad would flip out if he saw me wearing anything but royal blue. And the academy on Protef is even worse, if you can believe it. Four options in their dress code, and all four are drab earth tones. And they wondered why I dropped out."

Xibuyas said nothing. For what it was worth, he liked her school uniforms, with their pleated skirts and the crisp sharp lines of their starched suit jackets. They made her look very cosmopolitan, unlike the handful of other Saiyan females he had encountered in his young life. Most of them were caregivers or teachers, middling warriors who only attended to his upbringing because they lacked the talent to do anything important on their own.

Seltiss was different. His instructors and King Rehval had told him that he would be married to her when they were of age, and he had absorbed this information like any other dry fact they had taught him. But Seltiss herself was so much more than a princess of the Saiyans. She was smart and funny and mischievous, and completely unafraid of anything. She was the only Saiyan he knew who routinely disobeyed the king.

And she really liked him. She wasn't just using him for his power, the way her father did. His power was important to her plans, true, but she spent time with him, and complimented him, and told him things that she never told anyone else.

"What's eating you, Xibuyas?" she asked. "Don't tell me you're still sore about your fight with Luffa."

He didn't know how to answer that, so he changed the subject. "Would your father still let us marry, Seltiss? I failed him, and he knows not that I survived that battle. I doubt that he would be relieved to find that I survived."

"Oh, is that all?" Seltiss said. She approached him and patted his cheek, causing him to wince with embarrassment. "Take it easy, Xibuyas. Public displays of affection are normal for most civilizations. You don't have to be so stuffy all the time."

But he did. It helped him stay focused, especially around her. King Rehval had great plans for him. He was destined to become the king of the Saiyans, and through Seltiss, King Xibuyas' descendants would rule their people through centuries of prosperity. It was a glorious opportunity, and he found it much less overwhelming when he used formal speech, and carried himself like he mighty warrior he was expected to be. A mask of false pride to hide the cracks in his confidence.

What frustrated him was that he couldn't even use royal address with Seltiss, because she had commanded him not to. "Princess Seltiss was never here," she had explained. "As far as the universe knows, we're just two anonymous Saiyan raiders."

It hadn't really been a command. More like instructions for her plan. He loved that about her too. Seltiss respected him, and what little regal bearing she had, she dropped it completely with him. He didn't know if that was because she loved him back, or because she saw him as a fellow royal due to their engagement.

"Why don't we get some air?" Seltiss offered. "You don't look like you're in the mood to dance."

He sighed with relief. Sometimes she seemed to understand him better than he knew himself. After a few minutes to settle their bill, they walked outside together, though Seltiss stubbornly held onto his arm the whole way.

*******

The night air helped improve his disposition a little, and getting away from the crowd made a bigger difference than he would have expected. Normally, he craved every moment alone with Seltiss that he could get, but things were different now.

"So what's up, Xibuyas?" Seltiss asked as they flew. "You can tell me."

"It's difficult to put into words, your h-- er, Seltiss," he said.

"Good catch," Seltiss said. "You were great the other day, you know that? The way you tore through the Shenian fleet..."

"I could have done it faster," he said.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," she said. "You're the strongest Saiyan alive! The strongest Saiyan who ever lived, I bet."

"I wasn't stronger than Luffa," he grumbled.

"Well, she's not really a Saiyan, right?" Seltiss replied.

"That is what your father always told me," Xibuyas said. "Suppose... well, what if he was... wrong?"

"You think she's really one of us?" Seltiss asked.

"I don't know," Xibuyas said. "But she... seemed Saiyan enough. I don't mean her eyes and hair, but the way she moved. Her scent and the sound of her voice. It was much easier to believe her a fraud before I faced her in battle."

"Okay, but what difference does it make if she’s a Saiyan or not?" Seltiss asked. "She's still an enemy of the crown, the one you'll be wearing one of these days."

"You're so certain of that," Xibuyas said. "Your father has other heirs to choose from. One of your sisters, or perhaps he'll have another child in the future."

"You forget how stubborn my dad can be," Seltiss said. "He likes to pretend that he's flexible, but once he makes up his mind, he's pretty much locked in." She pointed at herself and smiled. "You're not his only pet project, you know."

They landed on the beach of an island that happened to catch Seltiss's fancy, and she took off her boots so she could feel the sand between her toes as they walked.

"My father had it all worked out since before I was born," she explained. "He used some special system to test Saiyan women, then he picked one that would give him the best heir. That was my mother. He tinkered with me the whole time I was in the incubation tank. I couldn't tell you what he did, but it was all for the sake of making me his ideal successor. That's what I've been hearing my whole life. My sisters are just Plan B. I'm the one he put the most work into. He made me smarter than all of them. Don't ask me how."

She suddenly drew back her fist and tried to punch him in the jaw, but he blocked it with his open palm. Seltiss grinned and shook her head.

"I'm not very strong, but dad doesn't seem worried about that. My children will be stronger, he tells me, as long as their father has the right genes. That's where you come in, tough guy."

"I never even knew my parents," Xibuyas said. "King Rehval told me I was gifted with a strong bloodline, but he still used his potions to make me even stronger."

"You must have something about you," Seltiss said. "Otherwise, he wouldn't be marrying you off with me. Don't you see, Xibuyas? I know you’re grateful to him and all, but in the end, he needs us more than we need him."

She threw her arms around his neck, and for a brief, nerve-wracking moment, he thought that she might kiss him. She only smiled instead, and he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

"At least, he needs us until we give him a litter of grandchildren," she said. "So in the meantime, we're pretty much free to do whatever we please."

"And this is what pleases you?" he asked. “Invading a backwater planet and playing tourist?”

"I studied military tactics for a semester," Seltiss said. "This is the first time I've gotten to put it into practice. I always wanted to conquer my own planet, but I was hoping you'd enjoy it. You've been so depressed ever since the battle on Pflaume."

This time she really did lean in to kiss him, and he backed away from her, a little more forcefully than he would have liked.

"Xibuyas, what's wrong?" Seltiss asked. "What happened between you and Luffa?"

"Nothing!" he lied. The look in her dark brown eyes told him that his response was a mistake. Seltiss was the smartest person he knew, with the possible exception of her father. And she knew him much better than her father.

"There can't be any secrets between us," she said. "It's just you and me against the galaxy, remember? Dad isn't going to look out for us beyond his own needs, and the rest of the universe thinks we're a couple of brainless savages."

"I know," he said quietly. That was exactly why he didn't want to tell her.

"Whatever it is," we'll deal with it together," Seltiss assured him. "I'm the brains of this outfit, remember?"

For a long monent, he struggled with his indecision, and then he finally mumbled: "Very well. The truth is that..."

But before he could say another word, the ground beneath them exploded.

"Saiyans!" a voice cried out. "I never expected to find creeps like you on Shenia, but I guess I could use the workout!"

When the dust settled, they could finally see their visitor hovering twenty feet above them. It was an alien, insectoid in appearance, though its lower body resembled the tail of a massive serpent.

"Where did you come from?" Seltiss asked. Before she could get an answer, Xibuyas stepped in front of her.

"Careful," he warned her. "it's stronger than it looks."

"Smart boy," the alien said. "And to answer the female's question, my name is Clondique. You might call me a superhero. I'm kind if a big deal in this sector."

"I've never heard of you," Seltiss said.

Clondique shrugged all four of her shoulders. "I knew that publicist was a waste of money. Well, take my word for it, I was a major player in this part of the galaxy. Came to Shenia for my third metamorphosis, wanted someplace nice and peaceful while I chilled out for eighty years, and I wake up to find the whole planet's been conquered? By a couple of kids?"

"I'm more than a match for a talking eyesore like you," Xibuyas replied. "If it's a fight you crave, I'll--"

He took two steps toward Clondique, and then Seltiss called out to him.

"Hold it, Xibuyas!" she said. "I'll handle her myself."

"What?" Xibuyas asked.

But she had already removed her dress, revealing the pink leotard she normally wore in combat situations. She looked up at Clondique and smiled.

"You may be stronger than me, but I'm as much a Saiyan as you are," she said. "This guy wants a workout, and so do I."

"Your boyfriend is right, kid," Clondique said. "You shouldn't take me so lightly."

"Prove it," Seltiss demanded.

*******

Clondique's power was substantial, but this wasn't Seltiss' main concern. She knew Xibuyas would step in if she appeared to be in any real danger. The real challenge was getting him to open up to her, and she believed she could accomplish that through battle.

She and Xibuyas were the same age, though the chronology of their young lives was distorted by her father's use of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. It allowed beings to enter another dimension where time flowed at a faster rate. On different occasions, King Rehval had sent Seltiss into the Chamber to focus her studies, and to hone her combat skills with different instructors. Xibuyas, on the other hand, had spent most of his life inside the Chamber. He had been a baby when Seltiss first met him three years ago, but each time she saw him after that, he was always a little bit taller, and a great deal stronger. Her father saw him as little more than a breeding stock, but he also wanted to use him as an enforcer. More than four-fifths of his life had been devoted solely to mastering the art of war.

And so, as Seltiss charged after Clondique and exchanged blows with the alien, it was with the hope that she could reach him in a language Xibuyas would understand better than words.

Clondique's chitinous fists managed to connect with her a few times, though Seltiss managed to recover and back away before taking too much of a beating. She responded with a hail of energy bullets from the palm of her right hand, but Clondique was able to avoid them with astonishing ease.

She had her suspicions about what was bothering the boy, and with some clever manipulation, she was sure she could trick him into revealing enough information for her to figure the rest out without him even realizing it. But that would defeat the point, which was to convince him that he should confide in her no matter what.

"Hold still, you little--!" Clondique griped as she chased after her through the air. Seltiss had no intention of standing her ground until she knew exactly what she was up against. Until then, she danced around Clondique, a avoiding her offense as well as she could, and only fighting back when it was safe to do so.

The message she wanted to send was this: I'm a Saiyan warrior like you. We share the same passions, the same longing for combat. Xibuyas already knew this, but Seltiss liked to remind him from time to time. Besides, she really did enjoy fighting, even if Clondique might not have been her first choice for an opponent.

The alien swung her tail at Seltiss and for a split-second, Seltiss thought she had successfully avoided the strike. Then she sensed the ki energy welling up in Clondique's body, and Seltiss had to dodge again, barely escaping a volley of ki blasts from Clondique's hands. Then the tail swiped at her again, and Seltiss found herself regretting that most of her combat training had been with humanoid sparring partners.

After a few minutes, Seltiss decided she had enough of Clondique's measure to risk striking back, only to find that she had miscalculated. Clondique could block with two hands, fight with two more, and use the tail either way. This would only be a minor challenge if the two of them were evenly matched, but Seltiss was beginning to notice that Clondique's power level had been steadily rising as they fought. The alien had been holding back, or perhaps she just needed time to warm up.

Seltiss resorted to an explosive wave, more out of a growing sense of desperation than any calculated plan. She preferred to stick to a script, and while she had planned to look vulnerable against Clondique, she was turning out to be more vulnerable than she had expected. Pink ki energy blasted out from the young Saiyan's body in all directions, just as Clondique tried to catch her between her fists and her serpentine tail. Seltiss didn't expect it to stop Clondique, but it would at least guarantee some breathing room for--

And then Clondique grabbed her anyway.

"Cute trick," Clondique said. Using one pair of arms, she locked Seltiss in a full nelson, and she used her lower arms to grab hold of Seltiss' ankles. Seltiss wondered why Clondique hadn't used her tail instead, and then Clondique curled it forward until the tip of her tail was aimed at Seltiss' head, and it began to glow.

"You bit off more than you could chew, kiddo," Clondique said. "Happens to everybody, sooner or later."

Seltiss struggled against Clondique's grip, but it was no use. It was only now, at this close range, that she could sense just how strong the alien really was. She wasn't entirely sure if even Xibuyas could win.

Clondique's tail glowed brighter. "This won't kill you," the alien explained, "although when you wake up, you'll probably wish it had. Energy venom packs a hell of a hangover, but I can't risk you trying something stupid while I tackle your boyfriend down there."

Suddenly, Seltiss' morale brightened considerably. "It'll take more than your puny attack to kill a Saiyan!" she shouted defiantly.

"Didn't you hear me?" Clondique asked. "I just said I'm not going to kill you."

Seltiss struggled against Clondique's grip, though she knew it was pointless. "Even if you could destroy me, Xibuyas would avenge me!" she shouted.

"What is your damage, kid?" Clondique asked. "The fight's over. You think that yokel down there can save you? I can tell he's no match for--"

Without warning, Xibuyas transformed. Seltiss didn't really know what to call it. His aura glowed bright yellow, and his hair stood up. His eyes glowed solid white, and his muscles seemed to expand a little. Seltiss had never seen the Legendary Super Saiyan in action before, but from what she had heard, Xibuyas' power increase bore some resemblance to Luffa's other form...

Suddenly, it dawned on Seltiss. It had been right in front of her the whole time.

But before she could give the matter any thought, Xibuyas had already launched himself at Clondique, and severed all four of the alien's arms, freeing Seltiss immediately.

Clondique barely had time to register what was happening. Her energy venom attack was still charging, and when her arms were injured, she instinctively fired, though Xibuyas swatted this bolt of ki aside with a wave of his hand. With his other hand, he fired a ki blast of his own, which tore through Clondique's torso, killing her instantly.

Seltiss found that Clondique's severed hands still had a powerful grip, but without any ki to amplify it, it took only a moment's exertion for Seltiss to shake them off her arms and legs. When she looked up, she saw that the battle was already over.

Only Xibuyas wasn't finished.

With a loud roar, he released all his pent-up aggression and directed it at Clondique's body. The barrage of ki blasts was as relentless as it was pointless. Clondique was already dead. Within three seconds, the body was damaged beyond recognition. Within five seconds, the remains of Clondique had been completely reduced to ash and vapor. Xibuyas kept firing for another fifteen seconds after that. Fortunately for everyone on Planet Shenia, he had angled his fire away from the planet, so that his blasts would head for outer space instead of damaging the planet, though Seltiss couldn't tell if that was a conscious decision or if it was just from the habits drilled into him from his combat training.

When he finally calmed down, Seltiss approached him. She was cautious, but cheerful nonetheless. Her plan had nearly backfired, but it had all worked out in the end.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"That filthy thing was going to kill you!" Xibuyas shouted. He turned to face her, and as he reverted to his normal appearance, she could see tears in his eyes.

"I had the situation under control, babe."

"I never should have let you fight her alone!" he said. "I almost got you killed, and then--!"

He didn't finish the thought, but she could guess the rest. Whatever he was keeping from her, however heavy the burden, at least he had the option to share it with her. But if she were killed, the he would have no choice but to carry that weight alone, for whom else could he tell?

"Luffa," he finally said after a long pause.

"What's she got to do with anything?" Seltiss asked innocently. She had a pretty good idea by now, but she needed him to say it.

"She said... she said that she was my mother," Xibuyas replied.

Seltiss pretended to be shocked, though in truth she had suspected this ever since the battle on Pflaume. Xibuyas was born around the same time Luffa became a Super Saiyan, and his powers had a certain similarity. Besides, it made no sense for Luffa to have defeated Xibuyas without killing him. She knew little about Luffa, but Seltiss couldn't believe that Luffa would show mercy to such an implacable enemy.

"Your mother?" she asked with a gasp.

"I couldn't believe it at first," Xibuyas said. "I still don't, but... What if it's true? What if she truly is an alien? That would make me..."

It would make him unworthy of her father's breeding plans. That was the missing piece. Seltiss had known from the beginning that King Rehval never would have bothered with Xibuyas as an heir without first confirming his bloodline. But Xibuyas didn't know how thorough her father was about these things, and being an orphan probably caused him to question his self-esteem from time to time.

Well, that was easy enough to fix. Seltiss could explain it to him. If Luffa really was his mother, it only proved that Luffa was a genuine Saiyan herself. Her father must have known all this.

And that could work to her advantage. If Rehval's goal was to marry Luffa's bloodline with his own, then he needed Xibuyas even more than she had ever imagined. By comparison, Seltiss was somewhat expendable--one of her sisters would do in a pinch--but Xibuyas... he was irreplaceable.

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately before he could push her away. To her surprise, he returned her embrace. It made sense. Before, he had been worried that he wasn't worthy to of her intimacy, but now that he had told her...

"It doesn't matter," she said when she finally pulled away from his lips. "You and I, what we have, it's more important than family or pedigrees."

She could have told him why it didn't matter, that it really was a non-issue, but she needed him to believe that she was being gracious instead of practical. If Xibuyas really was indispensable to her father, then she needed to make herself indispensable to him.

"Seltiss--!" was all he could say.

"We'll figure something out," Seltiss said. "If it turns out to be true, then we might be able to use it to our advantage, but it doesn't change what's between us. Got it?"

"Of... of course, my lady," he stammered. "You... you are the brains of this outfit, as you put it."

She smiled and kissed him again. "Smart boy," she said. "Now, let's go get some dinner, and then I want to go shopping one more time."

"Don't you have enough clothes already?" Xibuyas asked.

"Not for me, for you," Seltiss said. "We're meeting the Prime Minister tomorrow to go over our ransom inventory, and I want you to look your best..."

*******

[17 June, 234 Before Age.. Planet Shenia.]

"You're welcome to check the manifest yourself, of course," the minister said.

The Prime Minister of Shenia had a rather spacious office, primarily to accommodate press events and conferences. He rarely hosted diplomatic envoys, due to Shenia’s isolation from the rest of the galaxy, though there was enough furniture for about two dozen ambassadors. In spite of this, Seltiss took a seat on the corner of his desk, while Xibuyas stood behind his chair, looming over him with a menacing glower.

"No need for that," Seltiss said. She slapped the paperwork with the back of her hand and made a satisfied nod. "This all looks to be in order. You could forge a lot of these documents, but not the tonnage of the shipments themselves, and the ones Xibuyas and I spot-checked looked to be in order. Besides, none of it's leaving Shenia anyway."

"I don't... what?" the minister asked.

"Xibuyas and I will just bury it in the desert. Later on, we'll parcel it out to you and the other ministers as a reward for your compliance."

"Madam Saiyan, I don't understand," the minister said, trying to contain his growing panic. "You said you would leave Shenia once we paid this ransom."

"That's what I want the rest of the galaxy to think," she explained. "If anyone visits Shenia and sees the aftermath of our invasion, I want them to think it was a couple of Saiyan raiders who took off once they got their plunder. That way, no one will know we're still here, ruling the planet in secret."

"But why?" the minister asked.

"Because I need a base of operations," Seltiss said. "And if I conquered a planet outright, certain parties might come along to try to stop me. If my father knew I was here, doing this, he'd probably kill me. Well maybe not kill me, but he'd totally flip out."

"This isn't what we agreed," the minister protested.

"Oh, it's close enough," Seltiss insisted. "Xibuyas and I will keep a low profile. Your government will still control the planet, but you'll be taking orders from us. Don't worry, we'll try to stay out of your way. I'd suggest a special task force to handle our needs, but if you'd rather meet with me directly, that's no problem."

The minister was sweating now. "You can't just renege on our agreement!" he said. "Our army can still fight--!"

"Oh, please," Seltiss said. "Do you think I picked this place at random? Your warriors gave us a good workout, but you Shenians are practical enough to know when you're beaten. Xibuyas could have destroyed your entire military, but we need it to maintain this ruse of mine. Your ancestors were realistic enough to cooperate with the Camelians, and you're sensible enough to cooperate with me."

"Then why didn't you just tell us all this when we asked for terms of surrender?" he asked. "If you were so sure we'd capitulate, why bother having us assemble a ransom at all?"

"That's easy," Seltiss explained. "I asked for the ransom to see if you'd actually follow my instructions." She held up the manifest and waved it at him. "This right here proves you're willing to play along, and that you're not foolish enough to try to call for help or rat me out to my father. You know Xibuyas can destroy this planet, and it's worth putting up with us for a while to make sure that doesn't happen."

The minister lowered his head and groaned. "What are you kids going to do with our planet?" he asked.

"Oh, not much, minister," Seltiss said. "You've been gracious hosts to Xibuyas and me, so I thought we might invite over some friends..."

NEXT: The Adventure of Bred

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starbunpng · 8 years ago

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every day is valentine’s day with you

@kuro-paladin my Secret Voltron Valentine! i hope you enjoy this fic and happy happy valentine’s day!!

ps ur blog is cute and im glad to see u like klance <33

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Keith hates Valentine’s day. Alright, maybe hate was too strong a word. Keith just didn’t understand all the hype around Valetine’s day. Even back on Earth, before he dropped out of the Garrison, Keith didn’t understand why everyone got so excited about one silly day of the year. He can remember back at the orphanage how every year red heart-shaped balloons would be strung around the dining hall, pink and white streamers dangling from the ceiling, and how the kids would all work together to decorate sugar cookies. When one of the caregivers pulled Keith aside and asked why he wasn’t playing with the others, Keith remembers shrugging it off, saying that he wanted to go read his new book about the stars and galaxies. He had said something about not understanding Valentine’s day, and she had tried to explain it. She had said that one day Keith would find someone he loved a lot, and that Valentine’s day was a day to celebrate that person and your love. But, Keith has always thought that, well, if you’re going to love a person, why not treat them amazing every day? Why only do something special because of what day of the month it is? So, when Lance strolls into his room, holding a bowl of something with a sly grin on his face, Keith frowns. “We have to go to breakfast and then training,” is the first thing Keith says. He’s seated on his bed as he finishes lacing up his boots. He stands, about to leave the room when Lance moves to block the exit. Lance’s grin has turned into a small pout, “Hey! You don’t even know why I’m here!” Keith takes another look at Lance and sighs, “Okay, Lance, how can I help you?” Lance hums, a smile slipping onto his cheeks, dimples prominent. He takes one of Keith’s gloved hands in his, the grin never faltering, “I have a present for you.” Keith hums impatiently, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms, “Yes?” Lance leans against the closed door, pulling Keith with him. His arm wraps around Keith’s waist, the bowl still held carefully in his hand. Keith lets out a quiet squeak as Lance pulls him in and plants a quick kiss on his forehead, “It’s Valentine’s day, you know!” Keith snorts and rolls his eyes, but leans into Lance nevertheless, finding pleasure in the way Lance’s forehead feels against his, the way he can feel each quiet breath the boy takes. “Oh, is it?” Lance nods eagerly, shaking Keith’s head slightly as he does, grinning, “Yes! According to Pidge’s Earth calendar, at least.” Keith hums, reaching a hand up to comb through Lance’s hair, “And?” Lance grins, pulling his arm back from around Keith’s waist and offering him the small bowl he had walked in with. Keith takes it warily, glancing between Lance’s pleased expression and the brown substance in the bowl. “It’s chocolate pudding!” Lance looks proud of himself and Keith finds it difficult to say anything bad about the gift. He also can’t bring himself to mention the fact that he’s never been a big fan of chocolate or pudding. “Oh,” Keith mumbles, eyeing the pudding suspiciously. He hopes his face doesn’t show how he feels, although Lance has always been able to read him easily. Lance’s smile falters and Keith panics, quickly mustering as wide as a smile as he can, “Thank you, Lance.” Lance’s grin quickly returns and Keith lets out a relieved sigh. When Lance smiles, Keith thinks that the universe isn’t such a terrible place. “You’re welcome!” Lance kisses Keith’s forehead again, and Keith can feel the smile on Lance’s lips as they linger on his skin for a few more moments. “You know, it took me a long time to make the pudding. Hunk helped a lot, too, so did Coran! He got me all the ingredients I needed. There’s definitely a fair amount of space goo in there, but it still tastes pretty okay!” Keith rolls his eyes, leaning forward to place a small kiss on Lance’s cheek. He’s glad his bangs hide his face because he knows there’s a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Really, Lance, thank you.” Keith doesn’t have to say the words ‘for everything’ because he knows that Lance knows. Lance knows that Keith is thankful for Lance’s simple being. The way he can always cheer him up after a bad day–lately they’ve been a lot of those–and the way Lance never stops smiling, except for those darker days, but Keith is there for those. Keith is grateful for how Lance never stops loving him, even after he found out that Keith had the blood of their greatest enemy running through him. (And Lance is grateful too; Keith has always been there for him, whether he’s homesick or falling into a pit of ugly thoughts, Keith is always there. Despite how he struggles with affection and finding the right words, Keith always tries. Lance doesn’t think he knows any words to express just how much he loves Keith.) Keith can feel Lance laugh and he buries his face into Lance’s neck. He’s pleased when he can feel the heat coming off of it; Lance is just as embarrassed as he is. Lance tugs on Keith’s hand gently and Keith can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. “We should get breakfast before the others worry,” Lance mumbles into Keith’s hair, making no move to leave. Keith murmurs something along the lines of “one more minute” into the dip of skin where Lance’s neck meets his shoulder. Lance chuckles, the sound reverberates through Keith, and he uses his free hand to card through Keith’s hair. Keith makes a small content sound. The feeling of Lance’s fingers combing through his hair was the most calming feeling in the universe. And alright, maybe Valentine’s day on Earth was cheesy and didn’t make a lot of sense to Keith. But, they’re in space, and Keith thinks that maybe Valentine’s day isn’t so bad after all. (And besides, when he’s with Lance, every day is special.)

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