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meaningofaeons · 2 years ago

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ backbiting

⊹ character(s) - alhaitham, kaveh ⊹ word count - 1.1k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, jealousy, reader is part of the matra (alhaitham), reader is an akademiya lecturer/professor (kaveh), petname usage in kaveh's

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ANON I HOPE UR SEEING THIS SORRY AGAIN FOR DELETING YOUR RQ!!! I hope I remembered it right and I hope you enjoy! also sorry if haitham is ooc it's my first time writing him! (ﾐዎ ﻌ ዎﾐ)ﾉ

⊹ Kaveh

Kaveh was pouting.

Not necessarily an uncommon occurrence from your lover, but you digress. He was clearly upset, and you weren't willing to let him stew in it any longer.

You approached him from his seated position at one of the desks in your lecture hall, sitting down in front of him to draw his attention. He always did like sitting in on some of your classes, but it seemed today's events had put him into a sour mood.

He grumbled a bit, cheek squishing into his palm as he looked away. As much as you wanted to assuage his worries with no shadow to your intentions, you couldn't deny how adorable he looked in this moment.

"My light, are you going to mope forever? What's got you down?"

"Pet names can't get you out of this one! I'm still mad!"

You reached out, pinching his cheek much to his abject annoyance. He swatted half-heartedly at your hand, holding his aching face once you finally let go.

You smiled just a bit.

"Was it because of Ardashir?"

"So you know his name, too, then," he mumbled quietly.

"Mm, so that is what it's about."

"Take this seriously!" Kaveh pouted, laying on the dramatics a bit thick. "I mean, does he not know that we're together?! He was all over you! I nearly leapt out of my seat when he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulder!"

You recalled that Ardashir did not, in fact, try to wrap an arm around your shoulder. He had stopped by to drop off a few course materials you had asked to borrow, nothing more. He was a tad closer and laid the flattery on a bit thicker than usual, however, so you could hardly blame your lover for getting upset.

Next time you saw him, you'd be sure to let him know to cool it. For now, you kept your attention on your boyfriend, brushing his blonde hair behind his ear comfortingly.

"Well, despite your fame, honey, I don't think most people in Sumeru care too much for who's dating who unless it interferes with or benefits their academics."

Kaveh turned away, still sulking. Your smile widened just a tad at that—he always got that way when he knew you were right, but given his stubborn nature, he could never fully relent victory in an argument to you or anyone else.

"I'll give him a stern talking to next time I see him, and I'll be sure to mention our relationship."

The blonde kept his eyes firmly trained on the wall, but you could see the way his sullen expression eased up.

"Or, better yet, we can 'bump into him' on our way to my next class. Holding hands and all. Let him see the competition he's got so he can reevaluate his chances."

As much as he tried to fight it, Kaveh smiled for just a moment, and you giggled lightly. He puffed out his cheeks, however, trying to hide his delight.

"Well, okay! I suppose that'll have to do for now."

"And I'll treat you to a drink tonight, too."

This time, your lover leaned into your hand, staring up at you cutely.

"You're so good to me... Sorry for getting upset."

You only kissed his forehead lightly, admiring the flush of pink adorning his pale cheeks.

"I'd do anything for you."

⊹ Alhaitham

Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He doesn't see the point in caring about who you talk to and what their intentions are. You both said you'd stay true to one another when you began dating, and he trusts you.

He doesn't participate in needless gossip or malice just because someone flirted with you a bit.

Well, not usually.

"That man isn't part of the Matra."

He says it factually, his voice cool just as it usually is. But after spending enough time with him, you can detect the barest hint of an edge in his tone.

You turn around to greet your lover, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, him? No, no. He's not."

"He's been spending a lot of time around your stations."

You giggle a bit.

"How would you know? Do you also spend a lot of time around my patrol routes?"

"Yes."

Right, Alhaitham was a difficult one to tease as always. Always so upfront and straightforward.

"I like to make sure you're doing okay, so I stop by now and then between work hours."

You smile again, patting his arm.

There was one way you could tease him effectively, though. And so, you continued to address his words for what they were at face-value—simple observations of someone you happened to speak to often.

"That's sweet of you. If I weren't so stretched thin across Sumeru City, I'd be visiting your office way more, too."

You noticed the twitch of Alhaitham's lips as you skirted around the topic of the man that just walked away once more.

Did he relinquish his dignity and just ask? Ask why that same guy kept loitering around you like a bothersome fly?

No. Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He won't entertain the situation, and he certainly won't entertain the slight smirk on your lips, the amusement you're surely gleaning from his shifting back and forth—

"So what's his excuse?"

Fuck.

"I think this is the only thing you're not as blunt as you'd like to be on, 'Haitham," you chuckled lightly, hugging his arm. His expression didn't change much, but he did grumble some such under his breath, his brow furrowing a bit. "Are you jealous?"

"There's no reason to be jealous, because when we agreed to start dating—"

"Yes, yes, I know there's no reason for you to be. He's only a colleague, after all, an acquaintance at best." You raised your own brow. "But I'm asking if you're jealous, not a reason to be."

"He was very close to you. Does he not know we're together?"

You beam, reaching up to pinch his cheek. He swats you away quickly, glaring half-heartedly, so you deign to take hold of his hand instead.

"Can you make time to come earlier tomorrow? If he sees me on the arm of the Akademiya's Scribe, I'm sure he'll be reluctant to push his luck any further. And besides, I'd been having a hard time trying to reject his advances anyhow. He's quite persistent."

Although annoyed at the notion that the man from earlier was bothering you in the slightest, Alhaitham seemed pleased all the same with your solution, brushing your hair out of your eyes with one hand while the other squeezes your hand.

"I think I can make time. No, I will make time."

You leaned into your boyfriend, chuckling again.

"Well, gee. Maybe I should get more men to flirt with me if it means you'll come rushing at my beck and call—"

The hand clasped around your own squeezed just a bit too tight, and you jolted.

"Ack— kidding! Of course I'm kidding! 'Haitham, ease up!"

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actiasteeth · 4 months ago

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ASKBOX MEME 059 / ARCANE S02E07-09

All prompts taken from season two of Arcane (2024). Adjust as needed.

07. PRETEND LIKE IT'S THE FIRST TIME

"You're beyond help."

"Stay— Stay back."

"You know those ugly twins: genius and madness."

"Hey, _____, I'm not talking to myself over here. What is up with you? You've been out of it all day."

"This is what happens when you stay up all night."

"As good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again."

"Let me guess—you think I'm holding myself back."

"Am I late for a gathering of the minds?"

"So you've just been waiting for me all this time?"

"Please tell me you figured out a way to get us home."

"I have people back home who need me. We don't belong here."

"I'm gonna find a way back, with or without you."

"You. Did you bring me here? Where are we?"

"That's not funny, _____."

"It was a mistake to come here."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You should leave. Go. Before I do something I regret."

"So you'll help me?"

"I had this dream, where things went another way."

"Is that what this is about? You want me to change?"

"I like my life. I don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream."

"Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind."

"You're a real mystery, aren't you, _____?"

"All right, out with it. What do you want from me?"

"She does love a spectacle, eh?"

"So there's a chance for us yet."

"Didn't think I'd miss your big day, did you?"

"Greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive."

"Oh, I was just following your lead."

"I've never seen you give up on anything, _____."

"You ever wish you could just stay in one moment?"

"Can we just pretend like it's the first time?"

"This is where it all started, isn't it?"

"Why did you ever give me this?"

"It doesn't have to go this way, right? Just tell me there's a chance."

08. KILLING IS A CYCLE

"Drink the moment, _____. There is no time like your first."

"Even now you hide your true face behind illusions."

"Truth is the greatest illusion of them all."

"I can see through your tricks."

"Your power has merit. But should one want you dead, a simple blade would do nicely."

"You want to recruit me."

"Our efforts to divert her course have foundered. We can't afford another failure."

"This is what you see in me?"

"She hid you because you are that which she covets most: a weapon."

"Today you've been born into a new family, from which you'll find there is sadly no return."

"We do not lament a warrior's death. We avenge it."

"Your ingenuity deserves praise."

"The world I now see is more… lucid than ever."

"I sense my twilight approaching."

"I do not have the strength to overcome the defense he will raise against me."

"Maybe we can negotiate."

"You can't blame yourself."

"I don't need consolation. I need a plan."

"We'll never know, will we? You didn't let me in on that part of your plan."

"You believe I'm so daft I can't recognize a contingency? She wasn't there for my benefit, she was there because you didn't trust me to follow through."

"We can't erase our mistakes. None of us."

"Who decides who gets a second chance?"

"If you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job."

"She can't accept what you and I know. There are no happy endings."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"No amount of good deeds can undo our crimes."

"Do what you came here to do."

"Hating you, I've hated myself. I just don't have the energy for it any longer."

"What happened to you?"

"You're the reason we didn't die in the attack."

"Why just me? Why not save all of them?"

"How can I know you aren't lying to me?"

"Allow us a moment of civility, _____. We must talk."

"Had you given me the chance, I would have shown you the merits of my work. Our work."

"Say what you came here to say."

"This chain of events started with you."

"Let us instead do this once again as partners."

"It was my sincere desire to avoid this."

"Go away. You're too late."

"Killing isn't mercy."

"A spark of rebellion still burns inside that husk, I see."

"We build our own prisons. Bars forged of oaths, codes, commitments. Walls of self-doubt and accepted limitation."

"I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."

"You're never gonna give up on me, are you?"

"There's no good version of me."

"This blood is alien to me. Yet it has dictated the course of my entire life. I'm no more than a passenger."

"There is no force in this world that can control you."

"Had a feeling I might find you here."

"Say it. You told me so."

"I choose wrong every time. And because of it, I've lost everyone."

"Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable."

"_____. I don't fucking care."

"You know a façade. They are nothing but lies."

"You taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth."

"So you let him die?"

"You should have come to me."

"This is more than vengeance, child."

"I've found another way."

"I will miss our talks."

09. THE DIRT UNDER YOUR NAILS

"Always a dance with you."

"You know, I learned from someone… very special, that no matter what happened in the past, it's never too late to build something new."

"We're meant to lose this fight."

"Bold, little one."

"Desperation is the doorway to oblivion, child."

"Let's get this over with."

"I did appreciate your warmth."

"If you care for me at all, spare their lives."

"There is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed."

"Despite the circumstances, _____… I am… pleased to see you."

"I am more than I ever was."

"_____, look at the price of your ambition. You've sacrificed everything."

"Shut up and fight."

"People deserve to choose their own fates."

"Choice is false. It is how we clothe and forgive the baser instincts that spur us to division."

"You fought well, child."

"I see your face, deceiver."

"Sly girl."

"Looks like you shouldn't have come back."

"Still don't get it, huh, _____? I'm always with you. Even when we're worlds apart."

"Stop this insanity, _____."

"Your eyes won't lie when your mind is open, _____."

"This is what you see?"

"All I want… is my partner back."

"Why do you persist? After everything I've done?"

"There is no prize to perfection. Only an end to pursuit."

"In all timelines, in all possibilities… only you can show me this."

"You must go, _____."

"We finish this together."

"Are you still in this fight, _____?"

#rp meme #askbox meme #ask meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #rp prompts #askbox prompts #rp starters #m #.am #.actiasteeth #i was actually so unwell making this part in particular lmao i cried like 12 times #long post /

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂

↬ 💋 "You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

Napoleon Bonaparte x Main Character • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Bickering; Femdom to Maledom; Light Dom/sub; Lipstick; Kissing; Marking; Neck Kissing; Teasing; Nipple Play; Blow Jobs; Dirty Talk; Vaginal Sex; Size Kink; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Post-Sex Cuddless • wordcount: 3,831 • masterlist

a/n: Today marks FOUR years since I love this man......Enjoy🙇🏻‍♀️

"Who kisses the other more?"

"Easy. That would definitely be me-"

"It's me."

Napoleon and MC cross their gazes, lips still parted in mutual interruption. Napoleon raises a brow, quick to defend his bold statement. "Nunuche, I love you, but no."

"Excuse me?? I'm kissing you every chance I get! And you know that!"

"Nunuche." He puts a hand over hers, insisting overconfidently. "Need I remind you of what I'm infamous for, in this mansion? They even go as far as call as to me a kissaholic, yet you still…"

"That's nothing! You might have your kiss attacks in the mornings, but I'm out there giving you full-course meals of smooches all throughout the day! Are you seriously going to argue with me about this right now?"

Vincent awkwardly sinks into his seat, lowering his face into the 101 Questions For Couples book that he picked up as an anniversary present for Napoleon and MC. He is starting to regret his choice, as he never as much as imagined these two to be the type to argue over anything at all. And now they're having a couple's argument over this. It's somehow fitting and, frankly, it's even adorable, but all he wants right now is to restore the peace between the two… but how does he do that?

Out of nowhere, (as per usual) comes Sebastian, who might have listened in. Before Vincent can wave his arms at him to signal SOS, the couple figures out by themselves how to get help from the poor butler.

Napoleon and MC turn in his direction, putting an abrupt end to what only looked like them about grab each other's collars (were they going to fight, or kiss?! ) only to shout at Sebastian, almost in one voice:

"Sebas! Which one of us do you think kisses the other more?"

Sebastian stands up stoic and serious, visibly considering their question with utmost diligence. They've given him too much power in the debate and he has to use it wisely.

His hand travels up to rest under his chin, as if deep in thought. His fingers ghost over his lips which are curling up in a smile. Could it be that he's recalling an event that would help him with his decision?

"I'd say… Monsieur Napoleon. He is the person I have more record of seeing initiating a kiss, MC."

Napoleon is busy putting his hands on his hips triumphally as MC simply stands there and gasps, taking in a gigantic portion of pure betrayal… coming from her dear co-worker of all people, nonetheless.

"That's- That's only because I keep my love in private! What's wrong with that?"

"Absolutely nothing, MC. Forgive me but even without this data, Monsieur Napoleon strikes me as the person who'd kiss you more, rather than the other way around. He is a warm and loving person who wants to remind his partner of his feelings regularly. Physical touch is his second love language. Those are my observations."

What should have been an attempt to put out MC's burning rage seems a lot more like flattery towards the man he idolizes instead. Having had enough, MC gets up in a rush, clearly headed for the door. Seeing that Napoleon is not following behind, she turns on her heel, crosses the room back to his side, grabs him by the sleeve until he's got no choice but to follow, and spells it out for him.

"We're going. To our room."

Before anyone has a chance to say anything, Napoleon is snatched away with the loud thud of a closing door echoing behind him.

Vincent closes 101 Questions For Couples shut and shakily puts it down on the tea table as if it's a cursed relic bound to bring despair. He frowns at Sebastian.

"What do you think will happen now?"

Sebastian nods with eyes at rest, as if the answer is clear as a day.

"It's obvious, Master Vincent. They are going to kiss and make up."

Napoleon knows things are about to get serious when he hears MC locking their bedroom door from the inside. Uh oh. He decides for now it's best to cross his arms and patiently wait until MC decides to approach him and address her grudges. And preferably, to remove that smirk from his face. It's a little hard when he finds her cute when mad. And what is she doing now? She seems to be tying her hair back in a slick ponytail. Someone's getting hot, perhaps. Should he be scared, or should he be aroused? The limited time to ponder is already over as she finally turns around to face him. Her angry glare is turning him on. He is not sure how to fight her with a hard-on.

"Hey…"

"Hey." MC returns the pointless greeting, doing a good job of keeping her unwavering cold expression. She surely doesn't plan on simply standing there attacking him with that dagger-shooting glare alone. Only a breather more and she steps in closer; reaches out to him.

Napoleon stands still, unsure of what to expect. He's got an idea or two about his own next move but he first wants to see hers first. Jade orbs travel down to follow the movements of her hands as she begins to tug at his clothes.

One by one, the buttons of his white shirt come undone under her gentle hands. She is taking her sweet time, undressing him slowly, agonizingly so. It's as soothing as when she helps him change for bed when he's sick. Something tells him he's not getting all tucked in and cozy this time.

"Do you need help with that, Nunuche?"

"Ferme-la."

That's a harsh way of telling him to shut up. But he's guilty of using the same words when he's annoyingly nudged awake in the morning sometimes; he can't help it. He does shut up.

MC makes sure to not leave a single clothed spot on his entire toned body, making him feel exposed and watched by her sharp gaze. After awhile, the silence is at last broken by her.

"Now."

Now? Napoleon almost asks aloud, curious to see how she'd shut him up this time. He hopes his boner is not getting any more obvious because of this.

He expect her to come closer, because where else she could be going right now? But instead, she takes a step back, looks at him from head to toe, and then goes to her dressing table. Napoleon shivers. Is she going to fetch some sort of torture device from there? Could it be that his innocent Nunuche is finally turning to the dark side because he crossed the line teasing her?

Oh, it's just lipstick. She hoovers over the dressing table to look into the mirror and applies it precisely; just as if she's getting ready for a nice date out. Napoleon is dumbstruck and wants to jokingly ask if that's for getting her dominatrix persona on, but remains silent. He is not left hanging for much longer as soon MC pockets her lipstick and giddily returns in front of Napoleon.

"Can I at least lay down?"

"No~ You're going to stand here against the wall because you're being punished."

So that's indeed where things are going. Napoleon gulps down, holding back a sigh fueled by the frustration of finding himself uncharacteristically not in control. He tries to put two and two together, finding a connection between MC's blood-red lips and the fact that she's got him all stripped down like an empty canvas.

She gets on her tippy toes and puts a hand on the wall behind him to steady herself before kissing him gently on the lips. Napoleon wishes with his whole being to return the kiss and transform it into something less innocent, but the chance slips out of his grasp as MC withdraws too soon. Ducking down for another smooch attack, this time she aims at his cheek. It reminds him of being greeted back from work, so pure and warming. Another two or three kisses are pressed against his other side and he feels giddy, imagining what he looks like with so much lipstick smeared on him, like a little kid on his birthday when it's the aunt's turn to give a present. It's ridiculous, everything that is happening right now, but more ridiculously so he enjoys it and doesn't question a thing. That’s the far opposite of a punishment, though. The next kiss lands lower, on his nape, and MC uses her hand to tip his chin upwards so she can place one right under his jaw. Next, she pays more attention to his neck, making a row of kisses down his collarbone. She knows he is ticklish here but that only encourages her more for this impromptu torture.

It doesn't get any better for Napoleon once those devilish lips find their way down from his collarbones. Nothing could've prepared him for the contrastingly bold gesture of suddenly having his nipples playfully pinched and pulled. It comes nonetheless, making him grunt out a moan of surprise. As if apologizing for getting too naughty, MC kisses them better, leaving two identical lipstick prints around his areolas. Napoleon gazes down at her, bewildered, as she slowly sinks lower, kissing her way there as well. Her hands map the familiar area of his abs, replacing the feather-light caress of her fingers with the one of her lips time and time again. Excitement pools in Napoleon's loins as the woman in front of him finds herself fully on her knees, having reached his most sensitive place with her lips in the meantime. His fists clench and unclench with the absence of anything to grasp into and his neglected cock twitches with anticipation.

"Has the color come off already?"

Ah, she refers to her lips that are indeed a much paler shade of red already. The sudden distraction breaks his expectations in million pieces as he just nods tepidly. MC casually sits back on her heels as she reaches inside her pocket to fish out the lipstick.

Napoleon tries to steady his heartbeat, watching her apply it anew on her beautiful lips, kiss-swollen to perfection and just so fuckable, but that's his cock doing the thinking instead of him. Hence the need to calm his pulse. She takes her time in order to be careful, and truly, without the aid of a mirror, perfectly fills them in with the red color; if he knows anything about that. He clicks his tongue, realizing where all this red is going.

"Down there, too?"

"Oh, yes." She clicks the cap back on and discards the cosmetic product to roll off somewhere on the floor for now. "Especially down there."

You're driving me crazy, Napoleon thinks, and if he has to be honest with himself, he is not so sure of however much longer he would be able to limit himself to thoughts alone. Perhaps his Nunuche underestimates the situation. More and more small grunts leave his lips as MC puts imprints of the newly applied lipstick on his fair untanned skin, dangerously close to his cock but missing it on purpose. The red marks bloom on his hipbones and the inside of his tights, it feels like forever before she finally does what he was hoping for most. Wrapping her delicate hand around his stiff length, a kiss appears on the side of it, too; right over a thick vein that runs there. The most frustrating of it all has to be the fact that she does none of it all with the intention of giving him pleasure. Not that her plan is much more innocent, as she particularly marks him as hers all over, in her own way.

He is able to, at last, enjoy her mouth for one short but rewarding moment as she parts her lips and takes the tip in between, swirling her tongue around it. Perhaps not wishing to ruin her make-up with such activity, she lets go in shortly, noticing how he twitches eagerly in her hand. She keeps his cock there, stroking the base slowly as she busies herself with additional kisses on the length of his tights, knees and however much lower her position would allow.

She stands to her feet and the curtain falls. Hands on her hips, like a craftsman admiring his handiwork. Her eyes travel to chase over trails of dusty red roses blooming all over Napoleon's body, but as they finally return to his face, the expression doesn't match her own, not one in a bit. He looks out of breath as if each of those kisses were received by his mouth instead, face flushed and hair sticking wetly to his face.

"Do you like what you've made of me, Nunuche?" Snorts Napoleon, wondering if she is proud of herself for her little game and the effects it had on him.

"Mhmm! I love it."

MC claps her hands together, visibly admiring his body again to rub it in his face just how much she means it when she says she loves it. She gets closer again, lifting up his limp right hand and placing kisses against his wrist, just a little spot she missed.

"I'm almost not mad at you anymore, Napoleon. You look thoroughly kissed, and everyone who gets a look at you would know that it's me who kisses you more… and not the other way around."

"So this is what your little plan was about, hmm?" Napoleon forcibly releases his right hand from her grasp and uses it to collect her chin instead, squeezing her cheeks firmly. "You said almost not mad. What's the price I have to pay for your full forgiveness?"

MC begins playing coy with a little hum rumbling in her throat, and Napoleon releases his hold so she can give the reply she comes with. She decides on putting on her commanding tone one last time, having decided on her answer.

"Fuck me nice and we're good."

"Yeah." Putting the overdue end to her naughty ministrations by makeshiftly handcuffing her wrists with his much stronger hands, Napoleon's gaze pins her down. "Yeah, that's what I was intending to do."

Napoleon suspects that he hardly needs to throw her on the bed himself, as something tells him she'd straightly jump there if he were to let her go now. One way or another, she is soon to find herself pinned under his large frame, inhaling nothing but his scent on the pillow as he envelops her smaller body with his own from behind. He spreads her legs at a favorable angle, barely having the mind to make sure she is comfortable before grabbing into his cock and guiding it towards her sopping wet hole. He grunts and grabs her by the waist, dragging her further down the bed to ensure they're as close as possible, and watches her arching her bottom in anticipation.

Napoleon rubs his blunt head into her swollen lower lips, teasingly. He collects her wetness until the glide is smooth and rewarding, but makes sure it's not too pleasurable for her just yet. He aims at her dripping hole and guides his cock there slowly, enjoying the way she clenches desperately around him as if to pull him further in.

As he withdraws, familiar whines of dissatisfaction reach his ears. Despite the person he knows himself to be, being unfair once in a while feels just right. Especially after what she did to him earlier.

MC curls one leg around his own, trying to make him get the hint and hurry up, and Napoleon's eyes darken with lust at her desperation.

"Shh, ma chérie, I've got you." He fails to hold in a chuckle of endearment, heart swelling with pride at how easily he drives her crazy for what only he could give her. "I've got you, is this what you wanted?"

He gradually pushes in, stretching out her insides with his girthy length that never ceases to be just a little too big for her.

"Oohh! Yes, yes, give it all to me… Napoleon… don't make me wait any longer…"

"Hmm? Can you take it all in?" He strokes over the small of her back, admiring the beautiful arch of her back; the way she presents herself so willingly to him, making it that much easier to ignore the part of his brain that wants revenge for the part of it that wants raw pleasure.

"Y-yes, please, more, please…"

Slowly, he bottoms out. Letting out a satisfactory moan of his own, he didn’t until now realize how much self-control it cost him to keep his gentleness. That and, with being previously stimulated to a certain dangerous degree, he wants to throw away any plans of taking it nice and slow from now on. Screw revenge. He gives one long look at the place they're connected again, admiring how much of him has disappeared inside her hot tightness, and then grunts again, readjusting his position.

He drapes his body over his lover's, chest to her back, using the opportunity of being close enough to whisper in her ear. Each word he utters this way is making her clench deep inside, and he makes the best out of it, feeling utterly satisfied with himself but remembering to keep the grin out of his tone.

"I'm going to move now." He breathes in and then out, "I'll try to go at it slowly because it looks like you need to cool down, but…"

"No…" a sharp inhale, "No, give it your best." She shifts her body a little, rocking her bottom on his cock as if to demonstrate the intensity of her wish. "Fuck me for your pleasure."

Napoleon chuckles darkly, pecking her arm with wetted lips and collecting her wrists again into his iron grip.

"How am I supposed to do that when you're already rutting against me so selfishly? You're trying to get me to set the pace that you need. Look at you fucking yourself against me."

"Nnh-"

"Yeah? Do you want me to let you keep going? Can you cum like that?"

Instead of wanting to keep going or not, a more fitting question would be whether she could retain herself from it. The pulse in her ears is maddening as she chases after her high, the tip of Napoleon's cock rubbing against her sweet spot and MC making sure she is maintaining the angle all the way. Soon enough, without having the time to warn him, she shouts into the pillows and rocks her body repeatedly, using his cock like a sex toy, convulsing harshly around it. Napoleon groans, bucking slightly back into her and enjoying the sight, the feeling of her coming undone in his arms coupled with the heavenly tightness wrapping around his cock. He presses kisses into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo; then pressing more kisses into to whichever part of her he could reach, until she comes down from her high. He almost considers her calmed down before another set of whines leaves her mouth.

"Already?" Napoleon teases. He gives an experimental thrust, knowing not to overwhelm her senses.

"Mmm, more, more!"

That's a nice reaction, he thinks to himself as he thrusts again, slowly gaining speed. He wants nothing more than to fuck her breathless at last, reducing her to a moaning mess beneath him. He could mockingly refer back to the thought that it all started with her having the upper hand, but maybe later. Though it's intriguing to imagine another scenario, of how this should've played out - with him tied to the bedframe and his hips straddled as she rides him to her satisfaction. He would be a rotten liar if he says he isn't interested in seeing it come true. But oh how much better victory tastes. There is a good reason she didn't go all the way, and that's because she wanted to be fucked raw and fast instead. But since she has his heart - she's been having it for a long time now - more than playing with power he wants to simply satisfy her and quench her thirst for him. He knows that no amount of true dominance would feel as good to her as to simply have him buried deep to the hilt inside her, moaning his pleasure into her ears as he spills his seed against her deepest parts. It's because he feels the same way.

"Do you still want me to keep going? Fast and deep like that? You're going to make me want to fill you up."

"Ahhhh, yes, Napoleon, Napoleon do it, please, fill me up with your cum, please."

He thrusts hard and noisily into her wet heat, feeling his release building up by her cute pleas alone. In addition, she feels incredibly hot and tight around him, coaxing his release as he tries to maintain a steady pace.

Enclosing her arms with his own muscular ones and holding a vice-like grip on her wrists, he lets himself go.

The burning sensation of Napoleon hitting her deepest, most sacred part is slightly painful, but in a very good way. She feels so full. The sheer thought of him giving into his desire and claiming her like this is enough to send her spiraling into pleasure, but the feeling of his hot cum rushing into her depths is mind-shuddering on its own. She doesn’t realize there are tears rolling down her cheeks. Rutting away the rest of his high into her hips, smacking the sweat-lined skin of her ass, he moans her name, letting himself be milked from every last drop as she keeps convulsing and following him into the throes of release in high-pithed, pleading shrieks that morph into downright pornographic moans. Their legs tangle together, maintaining the gradually dying down friction until their senses start to calm down.

Napoleon can feel the slowly cooling layer of sweat covering the skin of his back, though he still feels very hot; the humid summer air demandingly asserting his presence. He carefully rolls off MC, making sure she is getting enough air to breathe. He almost pouts in realization, I'm always the one doing all the work yet she is panting harder. Pleasure still rocks all over him, and his heart beats lovingly at the feeling of MC curling into his chest even when she must be feeling hot.

They stay like this for a moment, catching their breath, hands wandering each other's bodies, and sending muted fireworks of pleasure aftershocks everywhere they touch. It could either be that he is ticklish, or the endorphins kicking in, but soft giggles escape Napoleon's lips and pour right into hers, infecting her along the way. It's a very clumsy kiss, but it gets Napoleon an idea.

"I still think I can turn the score around. Let's see who leaves this room more thoroughly kissed or whatever."

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The Fragile Bonds Part 4 || Jay and Will Halstead x Halstead Sister

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly erased my other blog 🫠 If you were following this story I'd appreciate your reblogs 🙏🏻

Summary: After their father's death, Becca moved in with Jay. This is the first time the detective brother has to go undercover since his sister has been under his full care, creating a challenging situation for both. Reluctantly, Becca will have to live with Will and his family during those days, even though she doesn't feel very welcome in that household.

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It was a cloudy afternoon, with no sign of the sun in sight. The rain had subsided, and if it weren't for the gentle drops trickling down the windowpane, it might have gone unnoticed.

Becca lay on her bed, engrossed in the book Mr. Olinsky had given her. The story revolved around a lonely orphan girl who discovers the existence of a giant and goes with him into his world. Becca enjoyed the book, but at that moment, she found it hard to concentrate on her reading. She placed it on her chest and turned her gaze toward the window. She remained still for a few minutes, imagining Hailey's car pulling up on the street. She hoped that this would happen, as the detective had promised to visit her that day. Nevertheless, Becca was accustomed to last-minute changes in plans, a common occurrence in a detective's line of work. She continued to gaze outside, lost in thought, until her reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door from Will.

"Everything okay?" Will asked, but no words came out of his sister. She simply nodded.

"What are you reading?" Her brother approached and took a seat on the edge of the bed, prompting her to do the same. "The BFG?"

"The Big Friendly Giant," she replied. "Mr. Olinsky gave it to me, and he always asks me about it. I want to finish it for the next time I see him."

"Oh," Will was uncertain about how to react. It felt a bit strange to him that she was close to Jay's co-workers. For a moment, it tugged at his heart that she might be becoming closer to them than to him.

"Did you finish your homework?" Will inquired.

"Uh, no. It's Friday, and I don't feel like doing homework right now. I still have the whole weekend," Becca replied.

"Well," he said, taking the book from her hands, "I suggest you finish it today. We're planning to go to the aquarium tomorrow." He smiled from ear to ear.

"The aquarium?" Becca asked without much excitement.

"Yeah! We've been wanting to take Owen for a while now. Tomorrow's a great chance to do it, and you get to come with us," he said, excited and genuinely thinking Becca would be too.

"But tomorrow is my..."

"What?"

"Um, never mind..." She rolled her eyes, hoping that Jay would return at any moment. She was accustomed to Will always forgetting her birthday and other important events related to her, anyway.

"It will be fun!" Will tried to persuade her.

At this point, Becca couldn't even muster a fake smile. As soon as she was left alone in the room, she buried her face in a pillow, muffling her scream of frustration.

It felt as though time had ceased to exist that afternoon, a strange and surreal feeling. Becca spent most of the time in a state of half-sleep, drifting in and out, as if she were trying to fast-forward through the day. She didn't want to be awake.

By the time she finally woke up for good, it was already dark outside. She realized she had slept for a long time and suddenly remembered Hailey. Her heart raced with worry, fearing she might have missed a visit from the detective. "No, no, no," she muttered, reaching for her phone in the drawer. She discovered three missed calls and a text from Detective Upton.

Something surged, I'm sorry

The tone of the text conveyed the urgency. She put her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, just in case Hailey called again, she didn’t want to miss another call from Jay.

Leaving Mr. Snuggles behind, Becca ventured out of her dark room and was momentarily dazzled by the brightness of the rest of the house. The cold hit her immediately, and she shivered, regretting her choice of wearing only a light sweater over a tank top.

There were a lot of noises. The animated voices of cartoons emanated from the TV, Owen's plaintive cries echoed through the air, and Natalie's soothing reassurances cut through the clamor. Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, the clinking of plates, the splashing of water, and the rhythmic hiss of flames on the stove created a symphony of domestic activity. It smelled good.

Upon entering the kitchen, Becca found her brother, Will, busy at the stove.

"Pasta!" He exclaimed, snapping his fingers and pointing to his little sister. "You can eat that, right? You can't be allergic to pasta!"

A smile graced Becca's lips as she responded, "Yeah, I can eat pasta. That's actually what Jay makes whenever he's too lazy to cook... which is often." Their shared laughter infused the room with a comforting sense of camaraderie.

"Well, dinner's almost ready. I bet you're hungry."

"Yes, I actually am. And it smells delicious." Becca's gratitude was evident in her words, and Will's smile in return felt like a small victory, he finally made Becca feel good.

"What's wrong with Owen?"

"I don't know, he just doesn't want to sleep. We didn't take him to the park because of the rain, so it might be all of his pent-up energy."

"Oh." Just as they were discussing Owen's restlessness, the baby's cries subsided, and the volume of the cartoons from the TV surged. Becca turned to glance at the wall clock; it read 7:00 PM. It was still relatively early, and she realized she hadn't slept as long as she thought.

"It's freezing," Becca mentioned, crossing her arms to ward off the chill.

"Here," Will offered, taking off his own sweater. "I don't want you to get sick." It was evident that he wanted to ensure Becca remained in the room with him, not wanting to break the peaceful moment they were sharing.

"No, it's all good," Becca quickly responded. "I'll get one from my bag. I'll be right back."

The door of the room was open, but the girl didn’t pay much attention to that detail. However, when she got in, she immediately noticed something amiss. The bed was empty. "Mr. Snuggles?" she thought, her heart sinking. She approached the bed, thinking she might have hidden the stuffed animal beneath the pillow, but her search yielded no trace of the beloved cat.

"Oh, no!" Panic gripped her, and she began frantically throwing pillows and blankets onto the floor, desperately searching for the missing plush companion.

“WILL! WILL!”, she screamed anxiously.

The redhead was at the door frame in an instant, a mixture of alarm and concern etched across his face.

"Wha--? What happened?" His own fear was palpable as they observed Becca, her tearful countenance and the disheveled state of the bed sheets. Quickly, he closed the distance and moved to her side.

“Mr. Snuggles is not here, HE’S NOT ANYWHERE!”

Will was confused, he didn’t understand what she was talking about.

“My stuffed animal!”

“Oh, the cat?” He finally realized. “Did you look well on the bed? Under?”

“WILL, I’M TELLING YOU–”

He could not understand why his sister was overeating that way, but he could feel her anxiety and exasperation.

He put a hand on her shoulder and continued with a soothing tone, "ok, ok, let's go. I'll help you find it".

Then, he proceeded to look under the bed, but there was no trace of the cat. "I don't know, Becca. Are you sure you leaved it in here? You didn't take it outside? Look, it's alright, tomorrow when we get out of the aquarium, we can go get a new one, I promise".

However, this offer only seemed to exacerbate Becca's distress. She started bawling, and Will could see the profound sadness in her eyes, even if he didn't fully comprehend the situation. All he could do was embrace her, but Becca remained unresponsive, not reciprocating the hug.

"It's okay, Becca. You'll get a new one, and it will be even better. That cat was already old." Will tried to console her, although he was still perplexed by the depth of her attachment to the lost stuffed cat.

Becca's tears flowed uncontrollably as her mind became a whirlwind of memories from that special birthday when she had received Mr. Snuggles. She could see her mother's warm and loving smile, and picture Jay's supportive presence as he helped her unwrap the gift box. Those recollections also brought back the bittersweet image of their father, sitting at the table, all of them sharing a birthday cake. But what weighed most heavily on Becca's mind was the recollection of her mother's gentle voice and the overwhelming fear that gripped her – the fear that she might forget her mother's comforting scent and her cherished appearance if she were to lose Mr. Snuggles. It was this fear, this painful possibility, that had driven her to such intense distress.

In her frustration, Becca pushed her brother away, her actions betraying the depth of her anguish. "You don't get it," she groaned. The rawness of her emotions was palpable, and it left a profound ache in Will's chest as he struggled to comprehend the intensity of her distress and find a way to comfort her.

In that moment, the sound of laughter echoed from the living room, and it was at that moment Becca pieced together what had likely transpired. With a sense of urgency, she darted out of the room, her brother following closely behind. There, in the living room, she found Mr. Snuggles in the firm grasp of Owen, who was gleefully swinging the stuffed cat from side to side, dancing to the music of his cartoons.

"Mr. Snuggles," Becca whispered in relief.

Natalie, seated on the sofa, turned to look at Becca, initially unaware of the distress that had gripped the girl.

"Oh," she remarked to Becca. "It was the only thing that could calm him down. I was walking him around the house, and he wandered into the guest room to find it. I told him we would borrow it from you."

Will's voice came from behind, breaking the tension. "Good that we found him," he sighed in relief. "You still have my word about the new stuffed animal, though." He reached out and hugged his sister by the shoulder, still puzzled by her intense reaction and concerned by the fact that she was still upset. He wished he could understand and help her better, but for now, all he could do was be there for her.

"Will, I--thank you," Becca whispered in a hushed tone, ensuring her words were only for her brother's ears. "But I don't need or want another one. I need Mr. Snuggles, and I can't let Owen have it, I really can't."

Will glanced at Owen playing with the black cat. He didn't initially see the issue, but the intensity of Becca's emotions was impossible to ignore. He furrowed his brow and returned his gaze to her, realizing that she was genuinely suffering. It was clear that the stuffed animal held immense significance for her.

"Okay, alright," he said gently, attempting to wipe away her tears.

"Owen, come here," Will knelt to be at the boy's level. "Buddy, this little cat here is already tired. It's time for him to go back to sleep." As he tried to take Mr. Snuggles from Owen's small hands, the boy became upset and clung tighter to the toy.

“Will, what are you doing?” Natalie intervened.

“Becca wants, needs her plush back, that’s all”.

“He’s been restless for two hours, this thing is the only thing that has calmed him”.

“Yes, I know, but it’s not his, and we should have asked Becca first if we wanted to take it”.

Becca felt a warmth in her heart as she watched her brother stand up for her in front of his girlfriend, something that had never happened before.

"Owen, pal, please," Will implored. He managed to gently take the stuffed animal from the boy's hands, but Owen's reaction was immediate – he started crying and throwing a tantrum.

Becca couldn't help but feel awful. She didn't want the baby to cry, and a wave of guilt washed over her for not letting him have Mr. Snuggles. But she just couldn't, if it were any other toy, she wouldn't have hesitated to lend it to him.

"Will!" Natalie scolded, and the cat went back into Owen's hands.

Will found himself in a difficult position, torn between wanting to please Becca and not fully comprehending the depth of her attachment to the toy.

"Becc, just lend it to him for a while. He'll get tired of it soon, you'll see."

Becca watched as Owen continued to play with Mr. Snuggles, her heart heavy with mixed emotions. She shuddered when she saw him putting one of the toy's ears into his mouth. The thought of her mother's scent slowly fading away from the cherished stuffed animal weighed heavily on her mind, making it even more difficult to let go.

“No, I can’t”

Will tried to stop her, but he didn't have the heart to do it.

"Owen, baby, I'm sorry, you need to give it back to me, please," Becca pleaded with a soft, gentle tone. However, Natalie intervened defensively.

"Becca, stop acting like this. It's just a toy, and he's just a kid."

Seizing the opportunity when Owen momentarily left the cat on the floor, Becca reached for it with a sense of relief. But at the same time, Natalie grasped it by the tail, and in the struggle to pull it towards herself, the stuffed animal tore in two.

Becca clutched the body of Mr. Snuggles in her arms, her eyes filled with horror as she stared at the torn tail on the floor. Her beloved companion had been torn apart, and she was left in shock, aghast at the sudden, painful loss.

"NO!" Becca's anguished scream pierced the air, sending shivers down Will's spine. Her cries escalated into a torrent of tears, her emotions a chaotic whirlwind of anger, sorrow, and anxiety. She felt trapped and overwhelmed, and all she wished for was to escape that painful moment.

"I wish I was dead too!" Becca's words, spoken with laboring breaths, were a heartbreaking cry for release. She bolted towards the front door in a desperate attempt to escape, but Will managed to reach her in time, pulling her into a hug from behind, trying to be gentle and cautious, afraid of hurting her in the process. His embrace was a lifeline, an attempt to anchor her and provide the support she desperately needed in that agonizing moment.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Becca's cries reverberated, her voice laced with anguish and despair. No one had ever witnessed her in such a state; she appeared as if she were possessed, kicking and hitting, doing everything in her power to break free from her brother's embrace, as if she were fighting against her own tormenting emotions.

"I can't. I can't let you go like this. I need you to calm down, sweetie. Calm down, Beccs, everything's okay," Will implored, his words filled with love and concern.

But those last words pierced her like a dagger to the heart. Nothing was okay; everything felt wrong. Her world was fractured. She no longer had her dad, her mom, or Jay. The only thing that still connected her to her mother had been damaged. She didn't have a home, and she couldn't find her place in this world. In her anguish, Becca acted without thinking, biting Will's arm to break free from his embrace, her pain manifesting in a desperate attempt to escape her overwhelming emotions.

“Will, she bit you. Do something!” Natalie’s accusations rumbled in her ears.

“No, no. It’s ok, Beccs. It’s alright”, Will tried to calm his sister, whose little face looked frightened.

Everything happened so fast and Becca managed to break free and escape through the front door. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her vision blurred by tears, making it impossible to see clearly where she was headed.

Unheeding of Natalie's protests, Will chased after her, desperate to catch up.

"Becca! Becca, please!" His voice reached her ears, calling her name at a distance, but it grew fainter and fainter as she continued to run. "Becca!" She heard one last anguished cry, a long and agonized scream that filled the air with sorrow.

When she finally came to a halt, she was exhausted, her breathing labored. She looked around, but the surroundings were unfamiliar, and she couldn't identify the street or any nearby landmarks. She was lost, but returning the way she came wasn't an option, so she continued to walk, trying to find her bearings and make sense of her tumultuous emotions.

It was dark and cold, and she wasn't properly dressed, lacking a warm sweater. Her nose turned red, and her face and ears stung from the biting chill, but she didn't stop walking. She suddenly remembered she had her phone in her pocket and, without breaking her stride, she pulled it out. She dialed the number, but the call didn't connect; the number she called was turned off. Nonetheless, she decided to leave a message on the voicemail.

"J-Jay..."

Will was overwhelmed by fear, his mind racing with countless scenarios. He rushed back inside his home to retrieve his car keys, wasting no time, and then immediately returned to search for Becca. Determined to find his sister and make sure she was safe, he set out with a sense of urgency.

Meanwhile, Becca continued walking along a dimly lit street, too afraid to stop and ask for help. At this point, even if she wanted to, she couldn't return to Will's house, as she was unsure how to find her way back. Eventually, she came upon a bench in a park that seemed relatively safe, with a few children and their mothers nearby.

With trembling hands, she retrieved her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and called Hailey's number multiple times, but there was no answer. Frustrated and desperate, she decided to send a text:

Hailey, I need you. Please, call me

Becca quickly noticed a man approaching her, which instinctively made her stand up and call Hailey one last time.

"Hey, girl!" The man continued walking toward her at an accelerated pace. "Are you alone?"

Once more, there was no answer on the other side of the line. This time, however, Becca decided to speak to the voicemail. Her voice trembled and cracked as she cried out of fear, "Hailey! Hailey! I really need your help..."

The stranger was now just a few steps away from her and made a gesture as if he was trying to take her arm. In a panic, Becca screamed at him while still on the call, "No, get off!" She then began to run once again, desperate to escape the approaching stranger.

After several minutes of wandering around, shivering from the cold and filled with fear, unable to stop crying, Becca found herself standing beneath a well-lit area outside a small store where a steady flow of people passed by. She retrieved her phone once more, but her heart sank when she realized the battery was dead. Cursing her misfortune, she felt a touch on her shoulder and startled in fear.

"It's okay, honey," a woman's voice reassured her. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you okay? Are you lost? Do you need help?"

However, Becca was now too paranoid and frightened to trust a stranger. She took a few steps back, her guard up.

"Okay, okay, don't go. Don't worry," the woman said, trying to be reassuring. "I'll call the police, and they'll help you get back home, okay? I'll stay here with you."

But as soon as the woman briefly took her eyes off the young girl, Becca seized the opportunity to slip away and disappear into the night.

"Did you find her?" Natalie inquired, even though it was only Will who returned to the car. He was overwhelmed, his stress and anxiety apparent as he sat on the entrance stairs, his elbows on his knees and his hands on his face. His girlfriend knelt beside him and rubbed his back in a soothing manner. "She'll be back soon."

"Are you sure? She's a 12-year-old girl wandering the streets alone at night. She's never been out alone!"

"She must be hiding somewhere, like in a game. She just wants to get your attention. Give her time."

Will couldn't bear the waiting any longer. "She's anxious, stressed, and sad. She was crying her eyes out. She must be frightened and cold right now. And it's all my fault," his voice quivered as he spoke. Will ran his hands over his face in frustration. "We should call the police," he suggested.

"What? No!"

"It's been three hours now!"

"If you call the police, Jay will find out about this!"

Determined, Will stood up. "He'll find out anyway."

Natalie continued to resist, "...and we'll have the entire Intelligence unit here. Is that what you want?"

"Actually, yes, Natalie. I want every cop in Chicago looking for my little sister, if that's possible!"

The 21st district was empty, the only sound filling the station was the echo of footsteps ascending the stairs. Jay was the first to enter the bullpen, followed by the rest of the Intelligence detectives and officers, all dressed in their tactical gear. He was the sole individual in plain clothes, and he looked thoroughly exhausted.

"Good job!" Voight patted Halstead on the back. "All of you. Now, go rest. The paperwork can wait until tomorrow. These punks aren't going anywhere." Before retreating to his office, the sergeant turned back to address Jay again. "Take a day off, you've earned it."

"Thanks, Sarge," Jay acknowledged.

"Alright, it's 10:40. Still time to head to Molly's to celebrate," Adam announced to the room. "First round's on me. Who's coming?"

They all accepted the invitation, including Hank from his desk.

"Jay, you coming?" Kevin inquired when he noticed Jay hesitating.

"No, I'll pass, guys. I'll just shower and go straight to pick up Becca. She must be losing her mind after a week with Will," he quipped with a smile. "If I hurry, I can still be the first one to wish her a happy birthday."

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thekristen999 · 1 year ago

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✨2023 writing round-up✨

I enjoyed seeing @exhuastedpigeon 's write-up and thought I'd post mine :)

I wrote 97k words in 2023. Which is more than I thought! I struggled with finding time to be creative this year. My RL has been such a chaotic ball of stress. But things are getting better, and I think my Muse will be more exited to come out and play this year!

February

bro·ken 32k

This was my favorite story I wrote this year. It’s dark, gritty, and a deep exploration of what would have happened if Eddie and Buck hadn’t meet until the S3 timeline. With both guys at rock-bottom and how they find each other to heal.

bro·ken

adjective 1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order. 2. having given up all hope; despairing.

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

March

Not Today 2k

A coda to the lightning strike that uses those events to explore Eddie’s encounters and emotional understanding of death.

Eddie propelled himself up the ladder, shutting off those parts of brain he refused to listen to, only focusing on how fast he could climb, how hard he tried pulling on Buck’s safety line, until finally, he gave in to the only logic he was willing to consider.

What Buck needed; Eddie couldn't provide.

(Eddie and his battles with death and dying)

We’ve Got Fun & Games 7k

I wrote humor? :) It was a great fun to have the 118-taking part in a mini version of the Amazing Race and all the shenanigans that follow during a contest across the city.

"Um. You trained for this?” Ravi asked.

Eddie released a long-suffering sigh. "We trained. Every day. For a month.”

Buck could not believe his ears. Did they not grasp the glory of the great adventure before them? He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Running across the scorching plains of Africa, bolting down the steep steps of Shanghai, diving straight into synchronized swimming routines with Olympic athletes in Moscow. These are only a few obstacles we might encounter during…The Amazing Race."

Bobby frowned. "This is for charity.”

Buck spread out his arms to encompass the couple hundred people mingling around the park. "And it’s against all the other firehouses in the city. We do have a reputation to uphold."

April

Tick...Tick...Boom 3.6k

A very intense story on the dangers first responders face during a call gone wrong.

“Eddie,” Buck warned.

He started to say something else when the door cracked open.

A woman poked her head out, her voice shaking. “Yes?”

“Are you alright ma’am?” Eddie asked.

The question was rhetorical. Blood dripped down her chin from a busted lip, her puffy face framed by the beginnings of two black eyes.

“I’m fine. Is there, um…,” A shadow loomed. Her trembling hand gripped the door frame harder. “How can I help you, officers?”

“We’re with the L.A. Fire Department,” Eddie said, his voice calm. “We really need to come in. It’ll just take a moment.”

The woman glanced behind her, whispering, “I can’t…. I’m trying….”

The shadow retreated.

Eddie stuck his foot under the door, slowly pushing it open as he eased his way inside. “It’s okay. We’re here to help.”

May

We All Fall Down 3.5 k

I wanted more from the finale. Like the skeleton was there, but I needed more details and bit more logic.

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

(A nuanced re-working of the events of the episode to satisfy certain wants and needs)

August

Cutting The Ties That Bind 34.K M

I wrote something that wasn’t a hurt/comfort or an angst fest! It had lots of sexual tension, drama, and meaty plot. I love world-building.

Evan Buckley was a businessman, he had meetings and deadlines like everyone else. Sometimes he used intimation. While using the very same tactics he was trying to end while converting his family business into legitimate operations was a little hypocritical, it was the results that mattered.

Occasionally, he got threatened, but it was usually all hot air and ego. That all changed the day his breaks were tampered with. Enter Eddie Diaz, security specialist, who was not easily impressed by Buck’s expensive suits or financial conquests. That was okay. Buck enjoyed a challenge.

(The Mafia AU)

November

Follow You Into The Dark 14k

I had a need. I wanted to put both Eddie and Buck in the worst possible situation where they literally had to depend on the other in ways they had never before.

Buck kept a firm grip around Eddie’s arm as he was guided down hallways. They’d both experienced something like this before during the Academy: cadet’s exercises where both teammates were blindfolded and forced to depend on the other to escape burning buildings. This wasn’t unlike that experience, except of course this was real and Buck’s freaking eyes were swollen shut and Eddie was concussed and deaf.

(Or a serial arsonist terrorizes the city, plunging Buck and Eddie into a dangerous game of cat and mouse.)

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #writing round up 2023 #kristen999writes

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lululeighsworld · 5 months ago

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Today (November 17, 2024) marks a decade since Rokurō Naya passed away. He's the voice of many characters across several different media, and was also an actor. The role I best know him for is as the voice of Gunter, from Fire Emblem Fates (2015) and Heroes (2017).

I'd like to tell a little story.

My love for Gunter's character needs no background or explanation; just look at my online presence since February 2016, when Fates released in North America. In the weeks I spent waiting for my English copy of Conquest to arrive in the mail, I spent hours scouring the web trying to learn everything about Gunter that I could. Naturally, this also led me to the actors behind his voice.

I still remember how sad I was in the moment when I learned his Japanese voice actor had passed away. Sadder still, that he had passed away before the game's original release in June 2015.

If websites noting his credited roles are to be believed, his role as Gunter was likely the last he voiced before his passing in 2014. When Fire Emblem Heroes released in 2017, they would go on to reuse his voice lines from Fates for the mobile game. There is much online speculation that this is why Gunter has yet to receive an alt in FEH. To show respect to Rokurō Naya, they have not recasted Gunter's voice for a decade now (at least, to our knowledge).

But this is not what I want to be the focal point of my story. There are more sincere things I wish to share at this time.

Whether you believe in fate, or chance, or that the universe works in mystery ways, I always found it quite poetic—if not also heart-breaking—that things turned out this way. In the Revelation path, following Gunter's defeat as the traitor to Corrin's army, as well as the mad dragon behind the entire game's sequence of events, you as the player get to read the end cards for all the characters in your army. You learn what they're doing after the war, how they're assisting in revitalization efforts, etc. Notably, however, Gunter does not take part in this.

(Side note: Gunter's unpaired Conquest ending and Revelation ending are the same, given that you can't support him with anyone in Rev.)

Gunter's end card for Rev tells you he disappears soon after the war ends, never to be seen again. You also learn that it's debated if he died soon afterwards, or spent the rest of his days in contemplation.

It's quite sad to me, I've realized over the years, that similarly to Gunter, Rokurō Naya would not live on to see the success of Fates as a game. Gunter's end card is bittersweet. To never get to see the outcome of the story you play such a essential role in; I often wonder if Gunter's end card was wrote like this intentionally, or if this is another coincidence.

Neither would he get to see the amount of joy Gunter's character brings to fans, which he played such a role in bringing to life. And let me tell you, he does an absolutely amazing job. There's this charm and comfort his voice gives to the character when you listen to his voice lines. It always makes me feel like I am listening to a fun-loving elder who I could trust with all my secrets. And I think that's so brilliant given the entirety of Gunter's character: in-game, he's a dependable source of wisdom while, simultaneously, he's crafting the most heart-breaking betrayal. He's one hell of a complex character to unravel, and they did such a superb job casting his original voice.

I think it's the little things like this (both those which come about by chance or with intention) that keep me so invested in FE14. It never fails to remind me that no matter the extent, one's efforts will always be of value to someone else out there in the world.

Enjoy your peaceful rest, Rokurō Naya.

#rokuro naya #gunter #thoughts that have been growing little by little over the years #i think regardless of whether you fall on the side of 'voice actors should not engage with their fans' or 'it's cool when they do'#you can acknowledge just how bittersweet this situation is. given the *hand gestures* everything we know about gunter's character #admittedly it does make me sad that we won't get to hear him voice gunter again #and belatedly: there is a small part of me that will need to grieve a lil more if they do ever decide to recast him #sometimes the way life plays out leaves a big impact on your soul!! it's okay to go have a lil cry about it!!#anyway that's all from me. enjoy the rest of your sunday <3

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whentranslatorscry · 1 year ago

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Vol 4 The Testament of Okitegami Kyouko

Chapter 1. Kakushidate Yakusuke Being Hospitalized (1/3)

Crunch! came a sound much like the crushing of an egg.

Its source: my body.

Oblivious to what had happened, utterly confused about how— such words were too flowery for the situation. Before the thought 'utterly confused' even had a chance to register, my consciousness faded. All I could glean was— so this is how it feels to die.

Well, if we could die whenever we wanted, life wouldn't be much of a struggle, and while life is fleeting, it is also stubborn to the core.

After hovering at death's door for a full week, I awoke in a hospital bed, learning that a middle school girl had fallen from the roof of a building, her body crashing down directly onto me as I walked home.

Somehow or other, it seems I'd cheated death.

If I was expected to savor this miracle however, to humbly thank the heavens for this misfortune that had fallen upon me quite literally—was a bit much. It made me want to curse the heavens and ask what grudge they held against me.

Simply in the sphere of my everyday life, I consistently and constantly am embroiled in all sorts of crimes, from the smallest to the most heinous. Each and every time suffering wrong accusations, continually treated like a suspect, shouldering blame to the extent that it feels like a backpack. After a long while, finally— for the first time in forever— I found a job. Why on earth did this have to happen as soon as I found a job.

To lay out the extent of the damage: I did survive, but my right arm and thigh were severely fractured, so it goes without saying that I can't work for the time being— forget work, I couldn’t even write or eat— needless to say, the job was done for.

Using the opportunity of drafting resumes to also start writing something like memoirs, given my present crippled state, I felt I might have to become a writer for real.

Hearing my words, Kondou-san who came to visit gave me a stern talking to.

"Might have to become a writer? Oh, you don't know how hard it is to be a writer!"

Kondou-san served at a major publishing company, Sakusousha, where in his early thirties he already held the position of the head of the Comics Weekly magazine department. Perhaps because of his previous stint in the novels department, he wasn't tolerant of careless remarks like those I had just made.

Before I could apologize for my blunder, Kondou-san chucked and said,

"Young people who underestimate writers are the ones who, unexpectedly, easily become writers—you've got real potential there. You could easily spin your everyday experiences into any number of books. This experience is indeed precious."

Was he mocking me? Or encouraging me? Both seemed possible, yet neither quite right. I figured I should take his words positively.

"And you know,"

Kondou-san went on, slicing a great deal of apple by the bed. It pained me to have my former boss do such a thing but, as an injured patient with a disabled right hand, all I could do was accept his kindness. Moreover, he would dislike it the most if I were to show such reserve—we are just friends now, and he wouldn't even allow me to use polite language.

"In the world of manga, a girl falling from the sky is quite a coveted event. But when it actually happens, it turns out to be such a tragedy... You've had your fair share of miserable experiences, but isn't being hospitalized quite rare for you?"

"Yeah, well, that's true. It's precious."

Considering what it was like, it would seem I got away with minor injuries, and according to the attending physician, as long as I remain conscious there would be no threat to my life. The broken bones, they weren't likely to cause any lasting damage either. The doctor assured me firmly that I could be discharged today if I was up to it—perhaps a polite way to hint that the hospital was running short of single rooms.

"Don't think like that, no need to stay any longer than necessary, not with hospital bills being what they are. My goodness, gotta thank your parents for that sturdy body of yours."

"I guess so. I'm filled with such gratitude I could cry..."

I never hesitated to tell people about the inconveniences of my tall stature, surpassing one hundred and ninety centimeters (and I believe it to be the very reason for my constantly attracting unwarranted attention and suspicion). But if it was thanks to my height that my life was saved this one time, I could only call it a blessing in disguise.

"They say broken bones mend stronger once they heal. Not that I need to be any stronger."

"Ha-ha, that's just folk wisdom, though."

Folk wisdom, is it?

"it's not muscle after all; can't magic itself back to health," he added on. As expected of Kondou-san, so learned and well read.

Speaking of, I seem to recall some Greek philosopher or other who supposedly died when a tortoise shell fell on him and cracked his skull. Although meeting the body of a fallen middle school girl could be said to be no less misfortunate, at least it didn't become the cause of my death. Maybe my luck was not as bad as it could be.

What's more, I wasn't the only one saved.

The fallen middle schooler also managed to escape death by a hair's breadth, thanks to my chance presence below to break her fall. She fell from the seventh floor of a mixed residential and commercial high-rise— under normal circumstances she should have been dead by now. It was because she had me as a cushion that she wasn't.

A middle schooler—to be precise, a first year in middle school.

A girl not yet twelve years old— at the most she could be called a child, not even an adolescent.

This too was why she was saved.

Had my hulking physique been a size smaller, or she been a grade higher, neither of us might have come out of it unscathed.

While I was now awake though, she was still hovering at death's door in some other hospital. Can't really say we both were unscathed. I couldn't know what state she was in, I'd just had heard that she was in a coma. But one thing can be assumed: it wasn't a state that would allow me to smugly proclaim, "It was thanks to my self-sacrifice that her life was spared."

…Not to mention that even if the treatment worked and she woke up fine, she may not thank me at all—because.

Because she'd jumped off that building of her own free will.

Yes—a suicide jump.

With a will and shoes neatly arranged.

With no hope of rescue, she'd aimed for the asphalt road.

A guy like me walking beneath her was just an unwanted interference with her resolve—a nuisance in her eyes. Hence, despite my good intentions, I got no gratitude in return.

Call me shallow if you will, but since I was heavily injured because of this and will almost certainly be fired, I was hoping I could at least be a hero for saving a child's life—when actually, I just served as a thing to break her fall in her attempt.

Well, if you consider what suffering must have led the twelve year old girl to decide to take her own life, maybe it's not something to say "just" about, and compared to witnessing her crashing to the ground a few seconds earlier, things could have turned out worse.

She may not thank me, she may blame me, and maybe I should be proud to have saved a life all the same—even if it was the result of a mere accident.

Even if it's the result of bad luck, that's how it is.

"Hahaha, you're such a nice guy."

Kondou-san was really mocking me now.

"I wonder why someone like you is always accused as a criminal. Couldn't get off even this time, could you."

"......"

To hear it depressed me very much.

Misfortune being already a daily occurrence, I could never not feel depressed when wrongly accused— this time, though, was depressing to an exceptional degree.

Simply walking down the street, someone fell from above and crushed me, landing me in hospital with major injuries....However, since both of our lives were saved by that incident, depending on how you look at it, it could be considered not a heroic tale, but at least a miraculous survival case, a positive thing.

But people saw nothing of the sort.

While I was unconscious all the TV broadcasts had apparently made it appear as if I had positioned myself under the fallen girl so as to deal her a final fatal blow.

What a final blow, she didn't even die— how do you have to twist and contort the facts to make it sound like that? In my haste I went through all the newspapers from the past week. The coverage was so outrageous I gave up halfway through reading.

In short, all the media pegged me as the culprit, accusing me of attempting to murder a middle schooler. Couldn't escape being implicated even with my life hanging by a thread— am I to carry this undeserved blame all the way to my grave? Truly an unprecedented, tailor-made misfortune just for me.

I considered my tendency to be falsely accused as having reached its peak.

I'd never fancied the thought of becoming a great detective, but it seemed I couldn't even be a victim. Perhaps because the "victim" was an underage schoolgirl, thankfully my name had not been plastered in the papers, which could maybe be counted as my solitary redemption.

But at this rate, it was only a matter of time until my real identity as 'secondhand bookstore clerk (25)' became public— not that it bothered me, but I felt terribly sorry for my boss who hired me.

"Secondhand bookstore clerk (25), eh? Who asked you to leave your job in publishing to work in a secondhand bookshop. That's what you get for having a foot in two boats."

It left me speechless how sharply those at the forefront of publishing could speak.

But it did feel a bit like betraying my old boss.

I worked at the publishing company under Kondou-san for a time, and I was falsely accused and dismissed without a chance to defend myself. So I didn't really owe the company anything special.

But that's neither here nor there. To say my present state is some kind of divine retribution would be overstating things a bit, don't you think?

"I doubt it'll actually come to that, but… just in case the police believe the media stories and come knocking, I should probably have a detective at the ready..."

I muttered to myself, only half in jest.

I wasn't sure what sort of detective to call for a situation like this still... My phone contacts had the business cards of several agencies, but I couldn't think of one offhand that specialized in dealing with falling girls. If anything, I'd love an expert at handling media circuses... A professional in media control, that would be...

That's when Kondou-san said,

"How about Okitegami-san?"

"Oh...? Nah, this kind of case is not suitable for Kyouko-san. Not Kyouko-san. Maybe it's the least suitable for her out of all the detectives out there."

Kyouko-san— Okitegami Kyouko. Calling her on was something I did in the past at Kondou-san's request; I'd introduced her to him as a detective. Should I say she was an oddball of a detective? A somewhat peculiar one, anyway.

Hence, she was perfectly suited to handle the trouble Kondou-san had been facing at the time. However, her particularities made her clearly unfit for this case.

From my numerous experiences (generally one should not have this many), recovering a normal life after being put through a media circus requires a long battle of endurance. Precisely because of this, there's absolutely no chance here for the detective with the fastest case-cracking rate to swoop in and "solve any case in a day".

"I was just thinking, what a blessing in disguise it would be to take this opportunity to get closer to her, you know?”

"Hahaaha… very funny, Kondou-san. You know as well as I do there's no chance for progress with Kyouko-san."

"Not with that attitude.”

He shrugged his shoulders, and continued.

"Well, since you'll get someone else to restore your image..."

He handed me a peeled apple.

"Could you call Okitegami-san for me?"

"Huh? What do you…"

"That is, I..."

He said.

"I've got another case that I would like the forgetful detective—to forget."

Kondou-san was not only a friend but a benefactor of mine. I of course had no reason to refuse him.

During my past stint working at the publishing company I had found myself wrongly accused, and it was only Kondou-san who spoke up for me. For him I wouldn't think twice about going through hell and high water.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I, Kakushidate Yakusuke, had been perennially awaiting an opportunity to repay his kindness. Yet on this particular day, the abruptness of his request akin to a sudden blow left me stunned beyond measure.

Could Kondou-san have gotten into some trouble while I was hospitalized? His predisposition to misfortune must be on par with mine. Most people wouldn't require a detective more than once or twice in their lifetime. Especially not in such a short period.

"Listen here Yakusuke. To me it's not as sudden a request as it seems, nor am I trying to exploit your situation. The problem I'm facing and the predicament you've fallen into aren't entirely unrelated."

"Not entirely unrelated?"

"Not only, it's largely related to you…if I must be honest with myself, it's causing me a great deal of trouble. I imagine you're pretty troubled as well, and though I probably don't measure up to your level of trouble, it's still a considerable headache."

Speaking up to here, Kondou-san showed a weary smile— which I had missed as my thoughts were consumed with my own stuff, but now that I looked at him, I couldn't help seeing the exhaustion on his usually vibrant face.

What could've happened in the week I was unconscious? It was apparently largely related to me, but I didn't have the slightest clue. My obliviousness wasn't anything new, though.

"Something up with Satoi-sensei again?"

That Satoi-sensei was Satoi Aritsugu, one of the manga artists Kondou-san edited for, and also a wildly popular author for the magazine he was chief editor of.

The robbery at Satoi-sensei's studio that I had introduced Kyouko-san to was the last time we met. Satoi-sensei had left an impression on me as the temperamental genius type, so I figured she was was good at getting into trouble as she was at drawing.

But I was totally off base. I'd make a terrible detective.

"Satoi-sensei is doing great! Better than ever. The incident seems to have inspired her creatively. And Kyouko-san's personality was like stimulation to her."

That's excellent news, though it made me feel anxious on a personal level. I had wanted to write about Kyouko-san's detective adventures before someone as brilliant as Satoi-sensei put them to manga.

It seemed she wasn't one to draw mystery manga, thankfully...

"Then is it another mangaka?"

"You catch on fast, Yakusuke."

I was actually quite embarrassed by his praise.

I just didn't believe Kondou-san had any personal troubles, hence I figured if he needed a detective it had to be about his editorial work.

Nothing more ordinary or mundane than that, really.

"Well, it's not a manga artist I work with directly... I doubt you've heard of him yet. Fumoto-sensei. Fumoto Shun."

As you might guess, I hadn't heard of him.

However, "yet" was the word here. I surmised this must be an up and coming new manga artist likely to gain more fame and recognition going forward.

#translation #okitegami kyouko #the testament of okitegami kyouko

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theglitterypages · 2 years ago

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✨𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻✨

Summary: After All Might's resignation, the crime rate in Japan got higher, the government asked for the aid of some Pro Heroes overseas. A hero with fairy like powers was sent to work under Hawks' agency.

Pairings: Oc fem! Character x Hawks/Keigo Takami

Chapter 1: Sparksfly

Masterlist ---- Prologue --- Next

Fae made sure to arrive early at Hawks' agency. If there's one thing she noticed about the man, it is Hawks' surprising work ethics, though the man appears somehow cocky and too flashy, she respects the way he makes sure that he can balance his personality with his work ethics. Which is why she made sure that she won't be late during her first day.

She arrived at the agency 30 minutes before the official time for her duty and when she arrived, she was greeted by other heroes who work under Hawks' supervision.

"Good morning, Miss Fae." A young woman greeted her, she doesn't seem to be wearing a hero costume, she presumes that she must be the secretary that Hawks was talking about. The winged hero mentioned that he'll be assigning a secretary for her so she could work better and manage her hero work with paper works and bunch of requests for her public appearance in different news program or shows.

"I will be your secretary, Ma'am. Your office is this way, you arrived quite early. I've only managed to arrange your stuffs that arrived but if you'd like tonchange how things are in your room, I'll help you."

She smiled and shook her head, "There's no need for that. I'm not that strict in any of those." the two walked towards her office and Fae's smile widened when she saw that the secretary did a good job in designing this room.

The room suits her perfectly and if she was given the chance to decorate her office, she would've done the same thing. There are flowers and some indoor plants displayed in the corners of the room and she can already imagine herself taking care of them before and after her patrols as a hero.

Her office doesn't look like it's an office. It's actually spaceous enough to be turned into a one bedroom apartment. She made a mental note to herself to thanks Hawks for giving her an office like this.

"I figured that you'll love some flowers in your room. So I got some and placed it near your office desk."

She turned to the woman and giggled, "Thank you! That is very much appreciated. I love flowers!" She exclaimed. Fae figured that her fascination with nature must've been connected to the fact that she have fairy like qualities in terms of quirk. It warms her heart that someone made an effort to make her office look cozy and make it feel like home.

"I'm glad that you loved it, if you have other requests, you can just tell me and I'll make arrangements for it."

Fae shook her head. "No, no, this is better this way. I'd like to know your name though, I got so fascinated of this room that I've forgotten to ask for your name." Fae was shy, she hopes that the woman won't think that she's rude or anything, she totally forgot to ask.

"You can just call me Yumi, Ma'am."

"How about I call you Yumi-chan and you call me as Fae, no Miss or Ma'am. Is that a deal?"

Yumi nods shyly. "Thanks! Let's work hard together Yumi-chan! And I'd like to ask about my supposed schedule for today." Yumi looked at her clip board closely, marking things here and there using her pen.

"Hawks would like you to come with him for the daily patrol and I've received some letters of invitation for interviews, sponsorships and such for you. Today is not that eventful, since Hawks only gave me one message for you. You'll be spending most of your time with him for your first day."

Fae cringed when she heard of the invitations, that wouldn't be a priority, not when the main reason that she was requested to move in here is to help in protecting citizens and help in investigating high profile villains that are on the run.

"That's noted, Yumi-chan. Is Hawks-san already here?"

"About that...he said he'll be a little late so he also told me to let you go to morning patrol without him. Here's the route assigned for you today. He said he'll meet you there."

Fae had to hide her disappointment she was wishing to learn some tips from the hero before her first patrol, she's a little nervous, not sure if hero patrols in Japan is the same overseas. Especially when she watched some Hawks' video, people often crowds for him and despite the fact that she values civilians, Fae is an introvert who prefers to do her job quietly.

"I see. I guess, I'll go now. I'll see you later, Yumi-chan. Kindly say no to the invitations we received, I'll be quite busy so I don't think I can spare the time for the. Thanks for everything."

Fae was flying gracefully, she felt safer when she's flying, it feels like the sky is her home and he safe haven apart from the nature.

She had to land every now and then to carefully check the surroundings and to look out for crimes. She heard that crime rates are increasing but the level of danger increases drastically as well.

Fae was about to fly once more but she saw people rushing to run away from something as they scream loudly.

"Nomu!!!!!"

Fae's wings automatically flap, carrying her towards the monster who held two civilians as a hostage. She already knew of their existence but seeing a nomu up close is definitely not a good experience.

They smell like rotten meat and their appearance is worth puking at. Fae knew that there's no time to waste, her priority is to save the civilians before fighting the nomu.

She immediately made herself invisible, and changed her size. She made herself smaller, she knew that Nomu's wields multiple quirks, which is why she has to be careful in tricking this one.

The nomu was disoriented, looking around him furiously, looking for Fae's presence but she's nowhere to be found that was until he felt something went in his eye, he unconsciously let go of the civilians as he fell on the ground trying to rub the painful itch in his eye.

Fae smirked, she turned her size back to normal before she used her binding vines to capture the nomu. She's thankful that she was able to craft her vines before she came here, it would've been a pain in the ass to carry a nomu without having it.

She's glad that this one seems like a weak one. Her pixie dust succesfully worked. She made a mental note to herself to list down the attributes of this nomu to add into her details for investigating these altered creatures.

It was probably easier for her to beat this down because the Nomus somehow lost their consciousness or own will once they're altered. And Pixie dusts are perfect for weak willed and weak minded opponents.

Hawks has received a call that there's a nomu near his agency, he immediately bailed from the meeting. Rushing to aid whoever was the hero who encountered it but he was left in awe when he saw Fae dragging a huge Nomu with her own hands, the Nomu is tied by a material that closely resembles a vine, but it looks thicker and tougher.

Hawks landed gracefully, he ran towards her and eyed her from head to toe. "Are you okay? What happened?" Fae shrugged and looked at the Nomu with disgust. "This one's pretty weak but the bad smell is so damn strong!" She complained. Hawks sighed in relief, he was worried that once Fae gets injured the hero commision will chew him out. Though he's genuinely worried for her, he knew how strong and brutal Nomus can be.

"What're his quirks?" Hawks inquired. Examining the tied up Nomu.

"Didn't get to see it in action. My pixie dust knocked him out." Fae looked at Hawks with a frown, "I'm afraid that this one's a mere distraction, it's too weak to be taken down by one blow of Pixie Dust." Hawks kept on hearing the pixie dust, is it Fae's quirk? Aside from her butterfly wings?

"Why'd you think so?"

Fae sighed with a worried look on her face. "It works best with weak minded opponents. It blinds them for a minute, some cases like this it knocks them down unconscious but for a nomu to go down like this is pretty unusual." Fae let go of the vines and looked at the nomu closely. "We've got two possibilities here, it's either this Nomu is a distraction or this one was taken out of their facility too early or it might've escaped." Hawks saw that more civilians are coming to check the situation, their phones pointed at Fae.

"Wow! She's the new hero! She knocked the nomu down in one blow!"

Cameras flashed and Fae got uncomfortable but she still managed to wave her hands shyly. "Hi I'm Fae." She introduced herself politely.

"Looking good as always, Hawks!" Some females cheered and Hawks smiled at them before turning to an uncomfortable Fae, "Come, let's give this monster to the police—AH!" Hawks' hand immediately withdrawned from his grip to the vines, he tried taking it from Fae so he could carry the Nomu but his hands were burnt by the vines. The tips of his gloves were melted.

"Oh my God! Why did you touch it?! That's dangerous!!"

Fae blew another handful of pixie dust to the nomu before taking off the vines, while the police carried it to the vehicle. "Thank you, Hawks and Fae." They said before leaving the pro heroes, Fae's face is completely pale while Hawks' fingertips are burnt.

"It's an enchanted vine. I've made it with toughest materials and mixed it with a powerful poison. It's designed for capturing beasts like Nomu and my quirks gives me resistance against it. So I'm the obly one unaffected."

She held Hawks' hands and she hissed as if she's the one who's feeling the pain that Hawks was feeling. "I didn't know. Sorry for the trouble but you should consider placing a warning in it." Hawks joked, trying to ease the tension after seeing her become tensed and panicked.

"It's not funny, this could've gone real bad." She took a vial of a sparkling pink powder from her pocket. She took the lid off and pour it in her hands. "Stay still." She whispered, holding his hands gently before she applied it in his burnt fingertips. She blew on it for a bit before massaging the powder into his hands.

When Fae let go of Hawks' hands, the burn has miraculously disappeared, it didn't even leave a single scar or trace.

"Pixie Dust for healing. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you fast enough." She apologized. Hawks sighed and shook his head, "You fixed me real good, kid. No need to feel sorry. I'm the one who's sorry I should've known better than interfere." Hawks reassured her.

Fae looked at the winged man, trying to read his emotions and his intense eyes softened when he saw the worry in her face.

"Let's go and proceed to our next job, thanks for that, Sparksfly." Hawks held her hand and took off the ground.

Fae pouted, her wings flapping gracefully.

"Please call me Fae." She murmured with a pout and Hawks' laughs was carried by the wind as they moved on to their next stop.

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the-bar-sinister · 1 year ago

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In Justice We Trust (112389 words) by thesavagesabretooth With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.

All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

December 25, 10:45 am

The door to the private conference room shut with a click behind Agent Sheila Ash after she’d gestured Robert inside, and she had ushered him over to the table in the center to offer him a seat.

“Thank you for agreeing to have a little chit chat, Detective…it’s nothing bad, I promise.”

"I'd hope not, Agent Ash," Robert said. He couldn't deny that being in the conference room alone with her made him a little anxious. Surely he hadn't misjudged. Surely she wasn't–

Bobby cut off his anxious thoughts with a broad smile to the woman. "Or do you prefer Sheila, since we're not working? I assume. Uh, actually for all I know this could be work related!"

You're so terribly awkward, Bobby.The woman stared at him from a moment as she leaned on the tabletop across from him. She’d slipped out of the coat and had it draped over one tan and freckled shoulder, the red dress body hugging and daring enough to be the talk of any ballroom event.

The sultry dignity of the dress was somewhat broken when she started laughing again.

“PFFFFT!!! HAHAHAHAH” she laughed, holding her stomach for a brief, brief moment before she managed to press her hand to her face to stifle it.

“You’re so funny, Detective Halblicht! Snrk–...” she swallowed her laughter, but the grin remained “you sound like a stuttering schoolboy. Call me Sheila.”

She leaned against the table with a sly edge to her smile. “...and what should I call you?”

Bobby let himself down into the chair, as awkwardly as he spoke, flushing both from the agent's laughter, and from Robert's remark.

Am I really that awkward? I am, aren't I?

Someone must think it's charming, Bobby.

He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned over at Sheila. "Ah, Bobby's fine, under the circumstances."

“It’s a pleasure, Bobby.” She finally settled opposite him in the chair, tossing her hair over her shoulder before she leaned on her elbows with her hands tucked under her chin.

“I want to thank you for your work in exposing the spy in my ranks. While I had my suspicions…having your help in cornering her was …well. It was invaluable.”

He snapped a salute to her and smiled again. "Well, it was my pleasure, honestly, ma'am. Quite the unjust little pickle we picked apart today."

“It always is when spies are involved.” She chuckled again, seeming to catch herself before it became a full on laugh. She idly saluted him back, before she went back to tenting her fingers. “You always need a spy to catch a spy, making the whole thing…tricky. Especially in the eyes of Lady Justice.”

He grinned a little slyly.

Can I say it, Robert?

She's baiting us, Bobby. Just go ahead.

"I suppose we'd both know a little something about that!"

Another round of laughter spilled from her lips and she lightly slapped the table with a grin.

“You did know. Hah! I knew it!!” She grinned widely enough to show her eyeteeth again. “Takes a spy to know a spy, after all…I’d been hoping.”

"I've seen your file," he nodded, leaning on his hand. "Well, the Calisto Yew file anyway. And Agent Badd happened to say something that put it in my mind when we had a little chat the other day. It wasn't hard to spot."

"Well, for me, anyway," Robert clarified. "I'm sure most people would have no idea."

Sheila’s eyes closed.

“Was it his little ‘second chances’ speech?” He really is a sweetheart under all that gristle, isn’t he?” She put her finger to her lips “It’s true…it’s an open secret among the inner circles, and an information blackout beyond them. But, given you’re on a similar boat, I felt confident we could confide.”

She winked at him. “It’s a liberating feeling, isn’t it? Being free of the g..” her lips twitched, and there was a brief note of…something…in her eyes as she stifled a laugh. “...the job.”

"Liberating," Robert tried the word out on his tongue. "I suppose that I'd agree with that, yes."

Picking his own suits. Deciding what he'd have for breakfast. Taking a shower because he wanted a shower.

Even if it was shared with Bobby– it was liberating, wasn't it. The freedom to choose.

“Back when I was a dog of Cohdopia…” her expression darkened for the briefest moment, “I was nothing but my service to Alba and his international crime ring. Like you, I didn’t even have a name. It was the Great Game of Espionage and I was a pawn.”

She tapped her nose. “I’ve read your file too. Lang had me listen to your interviews. So I know you understand, or…will understand, just how…freeing…choice can be. The feeling of escape when you finally slit your former master’s throats… metaphorically or literally, of course.”

Robert smiled thinly. He hadn't imagined it before. Hadn't dared to. It was such an impossible idea.

Robert…. metaphorically…

He banished the thought from their mind.

"Metaphorically," he nodded, "of course. So, we've both read one another's files. We have… a fair amount in common I suppose. If not in specifics, then in broad strokes."

“Enough to find a kindred spirit!” She laughed out loud, lightly smacking the table. “Or something of its nature.”

She leaned back on her hands “they took your emotions from you, or at least stamped them down, right? They absolutely shattered and distorted mine with a cruel little trick.”

He adjusted his glasses and nodded, "That's what they tell me, yes. I suppose I'm still… grappling with it."

"I'm definitely still grappling with it," Bobby said more firmly. You are absolutely still grappling with it. "But what do you mean? About you, exactly? I didn't see anything specific in the file, although…"

“It’ll take some getting used to.” Sheila said, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Having people around who understand, or are willing to try, will do wonders…but it’ll likely always be a bit of a struggle. I genuinely wish you luck.”

She tilted her head, before she smiled and framed it with her fingers.

“Weaponized unreality, my friend. ‘The only reality is the mission and your obedience’. ‘You have no name, only a part to play in The Game’. ‘The Mission is reality, and everything else is a game’. If it’s bashed into you enough, your brain clicks and sees everything outside the mission as unreal. Fake. A game. And they told you to laugh at it. That’s what my handler said, anyhow.”

She started to snicker, covering her mouth. “Because it’s all a big joke. It’s all a fun pantomime . It’s empty, meaningless, and laughable. Except!” she struggled down the laughter and finished “the mission. That’s important. That’s reality.”

"Ah," Robert nodded in understanding. "That's certainly a different tactic than we were trained under.

He didn't say better. He had no idea whether it was more effective or not.

“It certainly made killing easier,” She leaned on her hand with a tired smile. “Until it didn’t. But despite our differences, we wound up in the same place. Former weapons learning to be a person.”

She stared him down. “I’m admittedly curious about you. What your plans are, now that we’re unraveling the organization string by string.”

"It's flattering of you to assume that I have plans," he said. "At the moment, I'm just surviving day to day."

It was the truth. Maybe Bobby had plans. He had hopes, certainly. Robert just wanted to keep going.

Sheila nodded thoughtfully, smiling thinly despite the slight huff of what was probably an aborted laughing fit.

“That’s all you can do, I’m afraid. I’d have been in the same boat if it wasn’t for Shi-long and Tyrell giving a direction to point myself in after my grand escape.” She gestured towards him with fingers spread. “Here's hoping that it becomes more than just survival, day by day.”

"Here's hoping," Bobby agreed with a little smile. He wrung his hands together. "Shi-long and Tyrell– they're interpol agents, aren't they? Tyrell is Agent Badd?"

“That’s right,” Sheila flashed her wolfish smile. “Agent Tyrell Badd, and Agent Shi-long Lang…the two people closest to me in the world. I may not be great at being a person, but it’s thanks to them I managed at all.”

He leaned on his hand, and idly drew circles on the table between them. "Agent Badd– he said you cut his heart out. You guys must have some serious history, huh?"

Robert listened in passively– maybe even a little bit embarrassed by the raw obviousness of Bobby's emotions.

Sheila Ash seemed to have noticed, especially with the way a note of amusement wrote itself into her voice and her smile.

“You could say that. Way back when, in one of my more intensive cover identities, we were part of the same cadre of ‘Great Thieves’. Two of three legs of the Yatagarasu. The connection went deep…deeper than just thievery to reform the legal system and uproot organizations like the one I was secretly owned by.”

Her fingers twined through her hair, wrapping a strand around her finger as she smirked.

“He, my lover Byrne Faraday, and I…is it any wonder feelings began to blossom? Of course, at the time…” She started to snicker again, physically clenching over her chest. “I was convinced it was nothing but the part, and that the whole thing was really, really very funny.”

Her eyes flicked to the side. “I cut his heart out when I drove my knife into Byrne’s on my master’s command. He was getting too close. The truth came out, and the man was left the sole leg of the Yatagarasu and with the seeming truth that it’d all been a cruel joke.”

Bobby's eyes widened and Robert could feel the hot sting of tears beading at the sides of them.

"Oh no… Miss Sheila, that's terrible… they forced you to… oh lady justice…" He wrung his hands under the table again. "I'm sorry. But it sounds like you and he, eventually…"

“What’s done is done. Our daughter avenged his memory by taking down Alba with that hilarious fop of a prosecutor,” Sheila’s own eyes were half closed, and despite the dismissive wave of her hand and the quiet laugh it seemed to weigh heavy on her.

“And eventually…yes.” she tucked her hair over her ear. “It wasn’t easy, Bobby. Whether I had the choice or not, I stole the life of someone we both cared for…but eventually..” she smiled a little more genuinely. “He said he was going to try to trust me again, even after everything. He gave me another chance, one I don’t intend to waste.”

Bobby dabbed at his eyes, and nodded. "I'm happy for you, Miss Sheila. I don't intend to waste mine either, though I don't know if I'll be as lucky as you."

Lucky's one word for it, Bobby. Did she say she has a daughter? Hell of a trick to pull off.“Oh, you never know.” Sheila’s dark red eyes stayed locked on his. “Make amends, bring down the people who’ve hurt you, and remember that the ice we walk on may be thin but the promised shore is worth the risk.”

She laughed , though she kept it restrained.

“Thanks, Bobby…who knows,maybe your ‘special someone’ is just waiting for the moment to make amends.” She snickered into her sleeve. “They can’t be any more stubborn than Tyrell…or Shi-long for that matter.”

He chuckled a little. "I suppose we'll see. But I very much hope that you're right. Though I intend to make my amends and this all down, no matter what else does or doesn't happen."

“Good man,” Sheila leaned back in her chair with an approving nod. “I’ll give you my number, hmm? Keep in contact, let me know how it’s going. If you need to talk to someone who ‘understands’, or if you need a job, or whatever.”

The smile crawled onto her face again. “Like a support group for the unglamorous life of ex-espionage escapees.”

He chuckled. "Hell of a support group, but really, I'll take all the help I can get!."

December 25, 11:00 am

Simon and Athena had chatted for a little while more in quiet voices as he dried his eyes, and continued to thank her. But eventually he'd asked for some time alone to think, while they had the chance, and Athena headed down to the dining room for a snack to calm her nerves.

It’d been a long day–a day of sharp lows and strange highs. The fight with Apollo followed on the heels of the first morning to feel almost normal since the moonlit trial where everything had fallen apart. The horror of the investigation gave way to the unexpected rush of solving it by Simon and Halblicht’s side…the synergy in the hunt for truth that led to an uncomfortable conclusion.

Another child beaten into someone deadly and nameless currently in Interpol custody.

It was a day of ups and downs…her heart hadn’t stopped racing, not even through the expected yet still surprising conversation with Simon. She’d said she’d always understand…and she would.

But the whole thing weighed on her shoulders and nerves all the same. It carried her in a haze all the way to the dining room on plodding feet.

"Hey, Athena!" The voice that greeted her as she headed in was a familiar one– her boss, in fact. Phoenix Wright was seated at a table in the corner with a cup of coffee, and waving her over.

“Wuh?? Huh??” Athena jolted out of her own thoughts…the spiraling confusion of her own feelings sitting heavy in her chest as they were forced to a stop. “Oh!”

She flashed her brightest smile and waved. “Hey Boss! How’s it going!?”

"Not too bad! Come and take a load off, I heard you had a busy morning!" He leaned on his hand. "If I know you, you're gonna need more than just a cup of coffee, too."

Athena rubbed the back of her neck with a nod of her head as she settled in across from him.

“Honestly, I think I might.” She shook her head “I didn’t expect to be rooting out a spy in Interpol’s midst when I woke up this morning!”

Wright chuckled. "I know, some Christmas, huh? Feels like it's never quite normal at the Wright Anything Agency, I guess." He handed her the menu from where it lay on the table.

Athena took it and started scanning it curiously.

“...that’s right, it’s Christmas.” she mused with a shake of her head “Justitia…I guess not, huh? Weirdness never takes a holiday!”

"Sure doesn't. 11 years at this time I was getting ready to defend Edgeworth from a murder charge. Now he's the chief prosecutor. Wild, isn't it?"

Her boss; emotions were a lot more even today than the last time she had seen him– and more even than she had worried, given the circumstance. It could have been the resolution that had evened him out– or it could have been the case itself.

Athena laughed.

“Time has a way of changing everything. 11 years ago…I was near mute and my only friends were…well. Mostly robots…and Simon.” She looked up at him with a half smile, “but I think you like it when it’s not some humdrum holiday. I’m right, yeah?”

He chuckled, and sipped his coffee. "I guess you caught me there. We were your backup by the way, today. Me, Edgeworth and Gumshoe. Hope the info helped."

“I thought it mighta been you.” Athena laughed as she decided to start with some coffee. “It helped a lot. We’d been piecing things together, but Kelso leaving the airport, and the evidence from the car helped us tighten the trap.”

She grimaced, the memory of the young woman raising the gun to her head flashing through her mind. “So…so thanks. Genuinely.”

He nodded with a smile. "I gotta help out my protege, right? It's a good boss' duty."

The waitress came around a moment later and took Athena's order, after which, Phoenix leaned on his hands.

"So how are you holding up, protege? Really. I know there's a hell of a lot on your shoulders. You've been having one of those Wright Anything weeks."

“Where anything and everything tries to put you down?” Athena laughed. “Yeah, sir… I sure have. Is it bad that I’ve almost forgotten I got accused of murder?”

She hadn’t forgotten…not even once. That night was etched in her mind as the world turned to moments of sharp clarity interposed with a strange haze of dissociated time that didn’t quite feel real.

"It happens," Wright chuckled. "I think everybody in the office has been accused of murder– except maybe Apollo…"

“Oh, I’m sure his time’ll come.” Athena shook her head with a wry laugh. “...especially if he keeps on trying to beat the life out of Robert every time he sees him.”

Phoenix grimaced. "Oh, heck– what? Did that happen?"

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Athena theatrically grimaced, tugging at her ponytail. “this morning we tried to tell him what was going on, and when Robert tried to stop him from yelling at me over it, he started beating the crap outta him.”

Phoenix's grimace grew more horrified, and she could feel the anxiety and anger wafting off of him. "You're kidding! Miles didn't tell him? And then– oh for Justitia's sake!"

“It…We got him to stop, and I think Gumshoe went off after him, so maybe he got him to calm down?” Athena held her hands up. “I thought you knew, boss! I’d have said something but…but …but Miss Kelso came to get us for the investigation right after.”

He took a deep breath and sighed, putting his hands on the table firmly. Athena could feel his emotions steady, but the anger and anxiety didn't go away completely.

"I'll have to talk to Miles about it. Thank you for bringing me into the loop. Damn though…"

Athena nodded.

“I thought maybe someone might have told him too…but the more we talked the more I realized nobody had.” She looked down “I can’t blame him for being upset, but I couldn’t let him hurt Robert more than he already had. He hit him right on the wound, you know. It was like he was a different person.”

Phoenix rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Well… Apollo's going through a lot right now. He has a fresh wound too, and I'm sure that looking at– Robert– tears it right open again. I'll be honest, I'm really surprised you're holding it together as well as you are. Not that I don't think you should, just, wow, you know?"

She could sense his confusion. As far as Phoenix was concerned, Apollo was having a much more normal reaction than she was.

That wasn’t a surprise to her– Athena had always been a lot of things, but ‘normal’ had never been one of them. Her entire life, her emotions and the way she reacted to them, and the way they reacted with her hypersensitive hearing…

She never reacted to anything the way people expected, which was exactly why he’d worked so hard to pretend for years. She remembered the confused faces of some of Cosmos’ ancillary staff when they met the strange ‘princess of the cosmos center’ for the first time. Felt and heard their judgment in every word, even as they smiled and told her she was cute, or a good kid.

The last week had been chipping through her careful mask little by little…and now she didn’t have the energy to react with the same anger Apollo felt…that most expected she should feel. She wondered, distantly, if it made her seem cold.

And then she realized she hadn’t said a word for a solid minute.

“Oh ah...” Athena flashed a smile at him. “...it’s not as if I’m not struggling…It’s just..”

He put his hand on the center of the table toward her, and smiled a little. "Hey, Athena, it's okay. We all react to things differently. Some people it's easy to see when they're struggling. Others, not so much. Just do me one favor, okay?"

“Yeah, boss?” She asked with a softer smile.

"If you're hurting, and you don't know what to do, and you think the answer is to just disappear– come see me first, okay?" he smiled a sad little smile. "I won't try to stop you or anything, but, I'd like a heads up. I had a friend once who was hurting, and he just disappeared one day– and I don't think I'm over it."

Athena’s eyes widened

“Oh..” She bit her lip thoughtfully. “That sort of thing can leave a scar that’s hard to heal…” she looked up with a pump of her fist. “I promise boss…I’ll tell you, alright? But I’m not going anywhere. I’m just…”

He huffed a soft, self-effacing chuckle. and nodded in thanks, waiting for her to continue what she was going to say.

She trailed off quietly before she said. “I wish my mother was here to tell me what she thought of all this.”

"Your mom, huh… I can relate to that in a way. Whenever I'm messed up, or feeling cornered, I wonder 'what would Mia do'."

Athena nodded slowly as she sipped her coffee. “And then what?”

"Well, uh–" Phoenix's emotions had shifted. Now he was embarrassed, but happy, and a little nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? I'm lucky, because… sometimes I get to ask her."

Athena looked up from her coffee with a furrow of her brow.

“What? Like that case you had once where you had to talk to a ghost?”

He nodded awkwardly. "Like that, yeah. You know my old partner, Maya. She's a spirit medium like little Pearls– well, not so little now– like Pearls is."

Athena sipped her coffee with a furrow of her brow. She’d heard of Maya…it was impossible to work at the Wright Anything Agency without hearing about her. Despite being, as far as Athena was aware, very much alive…she haunted the place like a ghost with how often she came up. She was as much a legend in its walls as Charlie was.

“And you could ask her to speak to Mia and she just…could?” She leaned on her hand.

He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Maya could just–" he snapped his fingers, "and suddenly Mia was there. Pearls can do the same thing. It's… I won't lie. It's a lot. I don't know if it would help you at all, Athena. But while Pearl's with us– it's possible, if you wanted to ask her."

Athena’s heart skipped a beat as the last time she saw her mother flashed in her head and the coffee took on the coppery edge of blood from the phantom scent of the Robotics Lab.

She brought it to her lips anyway, and took a long sip.

“I…might want that.” She said slowly “I ..I’ve been wondering if she’d be happy with me.”

"I know she would, Athena. You've grown up to be a pretty amazing person. But if you want to hear it right from her, ask Pearl." He nodded, seriously. "But don't do it if you think it would just upset you more, okay?"

Athena flushed, smiling sheepishly up at him from her spot hunched over her coffee mug. “Thanks Boss… I really mean that.”

She nodded once. “...I’ll think about it. I’ve got a lot I wanna ask her…” she bit her lip “...Can I be honest, boss?”

"Of course. I hope you'll be, Athena."

Athena ran her hand through her hair.

“...Robert killed her in cold blood. He took her from everyone, and even if…even if I sometimes fought with her about the headphones or…or her work…she was a wonderful person.” Her fingers curled around her ponytail, tugging it fitfully. “I should hate him. Apollo clearly does. It’s what an average person should feel, right? Hurt and angry.”

"I think that's a reaction that a lot of people would have, yes…" He gave her a soft, sympathetic look, and she could feel the concern for her radiating off him.

“I’m hurt…” she admitted, “I am. I miss her every day, and it hurts that she’s gone.” She looked down “but I’m not….I’m not angry at him. Even more than that, boss…I think I understand him.”

"Well… you're a very empathetic person, Athena," Phoenix said gently. The concern for her didn't waver in any way. "If anyone could have empathy for someone like that, of course it would be you. And forgiveness is never a bad trait– as long as you don't let people take advantage of you."

Phoenix Wright was a good man. A good boss. He cared about Athena a lot, and Athena could feel that care and concern radiating through him. But he didn't understand why Athena felt the way she felt. Maybe of anyone Athena knew, Phoenix was the one who most often mistook her mask for her face.

He was a kind man, with a warm heart and a good head on his shoulders…but he couldn’t see the seams. She smiled in that bright and sunny way she’d practiced for years, and nodded.

“You’re right, boss! I’m not going to let anyone take advantage of me, I promise…I just…” She bit her lip. “I can’t be angry at someone who never had the chance to choose…anything.”

It was true. Beyond the empathy, beyond the strange mirror between their emotions, that was another of the looming reasons why that hung in her mind’s eye.

It was the reason she could count on Phoenix Wright to understand, even if he couldn’t understand the rest.

Phoenix nodded. "When you put it that way, I can get it. But you're definitely a bigger person than a lot of us for extending that understanding to someone who hurt you that badly. I'll have to try to get on your level."

He chuckled and adjusted his tie, playing it off as if it were a joke, but she could tell that he was serious. He felt a little ashamed of his own lack of empathy.

Athena waved her hand.

“Trust me, Boss. You don’t gotta,” she said, projecting bright cheer. “...people understand others in all sorts of ways. It’s not easy to forgive or understand someone who hurt you…most people wouldn’t.”

She closed her eyes with a smile “I’m just…a little different than most people. Not in any way better or worse…other people’s emotions are just much, much stronger to me.”

Phoenix smiled warmly back. "Well, Athena, I guess if I have a problem that involves figuring out emotions, you're the first person I'll come to."

Athena snapped a salute, an unconscious mirror to the man she’d been spending far more time with the last few days than in the weeks past “You can count on me, boss!”

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aeternallis · 1 year ago

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KM Discord Server

As a POC (SE Asian) who was also dogpiled on a much a smaller scale in another discord server, and as one who'd witnessed in real time the events that unfolded in December 2023 in the KM discord server, I think the one thing that's been lost in all this chaos and drama is the human decency of giving people the benefit of the doubt.

Feel free to skip this section!

And for a little background, here's my experience: I reblogged a post on my blog and ranted about a few headcanons that I don't agree with in the tags. Some people read my tags, and concluded from that one post that I'm an outright ableist. Mind you, it was one day, and one post when I had absolutely no filter. Yet still, in which case, the conclusion drawn about me was fair, since in retrospect, I see where I went wrong. Again, I was frustrated for one day in that post and did not think of my tone whatsoever. I face the repercussions of that misjudgment today. For the record, just because I'm a POC, it doesn't mean that I'm immune to hurting other people, no matter the fact that that was never my intention. I did hurt certain individuals with that one damn post and the tags I wrote, and I'll be apologetic and remorseful about it for a long time. But having said that, I'd honestly expected certain people in this fandom to be mature enough to reach out in private first and ask for some clarifications, not to be immediately gossiped about in the discord server we were a part of. On top of that, besides that one incident, I hadn't even realized there was already growing resentment towards the metas I've written for KP/Kimchay, besides one of the few times I brought up personal frustrations I experienced as a POC. Lol

From what I've noticed with this incident in the KM server as well as the small discord server I was a part of, when POC share their own cultural context and understanding of something, not just the piece of media for which is the reason why we were all there in the first place, the knee-jerk reaction for most westerners are almost always to think of those things as "fandom policing."

In fact, in a separate conversation from my experience, one of them even said, "it's not so much about culture!" LOLOL To have that sentiment hurled towards me, while I was speaking of my frustrations of when culture erasure takes place in conversations of certain topics, while the conversation took place in a discord server meant to celebrate an Asian piece of queer media…was quite an experience. XD Goodness, I can only wonder what it's like to be able to have the privilege to say that so easily. That's all I'll say. Ha~

Yet still, from my own point of view, do I call the people who hurt me “individuals with a colonizer mindset” and that other word that’s hanging around right now and unsaid, just because of these few incidents? My knee-jerk reaction is to say yes, considering I wasn't even given a chance to explain myself, but I'll clamp that knee-jerk reaction down as much as I can, because despite everything, I still personally think the KM discord server and that other discord server still did more good than bad (not by much though), in the grand scheme of things. Those servers allowed for some instances of astounding cross-cultural communication (even if it also allowed rampant western ignorance to thrive), and for what it's worth, there are still good people in this community, despite everything.

And at the end of the day, who am I to hurl hurtful labels towards those who'd hurt me, when I hardly even knew them in the first place (two of them I never even talked to, LOL), and I know to myself that they meant no harm at the end of the day. Even if they certainly didn’t hesitate to throw the label “ableist” at me without a second thought.

It's a serious thing to throw a label like that at someone, even if my own experience as a POC who was dogpiled on by a number of westerners...hmm, let's stop that train of thought.

Getting back on track. Even still, these opinions I hold won't erase the experiences of other POC members in this fandom and in the KM discord server, the hurt they've experienced, nor can I speak for any one of them.

I think the bad habit of knee-jerk reactions—specifically the knee-jerk reaction of those wanting to protect the KM discord server in the way that's perceived to result in the least amount of drama, the gut instinct to not want to be caught in the crossfire, the conscious choice to tolerate such things, for the sake of preserving the safe space that one has left—is pretty much what's dominating the behaviors of people responsible right now.

The mods who run such servers like the KM server and others like it—they're not perfect, but I would have at least expected from them to be more open and proactive to the concerns of its POC members. Perhaps it's too much to expect that they would be equipped to handle very sensitive issues as the ones its POC members experienced, but damn...the bar is quite low, even just to meet the minimum.

And that's the most frustrating thing, to be honest. All this time, in all these various situations for those who’ve spoken out, it's the POC members of the community who are ALWAYS the ones who are pressured to having to give people the benefit of the doubt, to have to be careful of what they say, but NOWHERE in these situations is that sentiment even remotely returned to POC.

It was the POC members affected by the incident in December who had to remain patient with the mods, it was the POC members who had to face the backlash of negativity that happened, it’s the POC members of the community who’ve had to face the accusations of fandom policing, it’s the POC members of the community who have to face daily micro aggressions in this fandom, when all we’ve done is express opinions and our viewpoints.

At the end of the day, it’s POC members of the community who face the repercussions of having spoken out, yet the rest of the westerners in this community have the damn luxury to walk away, unscathed, to think to themselves that they did nothing wrong.

So I’ll be blunt this one time: yes, for the most part, there are good people in this fandom, there are. But even so, not a single one of us here is perfect, we’re all human.

And if I do say so myself, there is indeed quite a desperate need for fandom spaces, not just the KP fandom, to decolonize their ways of operating, starting with: giving POC the benefit of the doubt and actually trying to handle our concerns with some effort.

#KinnPorsche #KimChay #kinnporsche the series #KM discord server #yet again #another piece of Asian queer media #being taken over by westerners #and their callous attitude towards POC #what else is freakin’ new

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gnattyplayssims · 2 years ago

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1916 Pt1 - Tu B'Av

It had been 2 years since David had confessed his feelings for Elena and he wanted nothing more than to move on. That year he decided to actually celebrate Tu B'Av. He went to the local gathering of singles at the Gnome's Arms in hope of meeting someone interesting.

It was Aunt Mai's 10th Tu B'Av Celebration and she had all but given up on the socializing part. While David did his best to mingle, she had sat herself down at the bar and got totally wasted "This will be my last one you know. 25 is much too old to be trying to start a family"

"Oh Watcher! You're David Mizrahi aren't you. Surely a man like you doesn't need to come to events like these. I'd think the women would just be lining up."

"I guess I've just been too busy to notice."

"Oh and a working man too." She giggled flirtatiously. David hated the sound

"Listen I'm sure you'll get a hundred of these today, but here take this rose and consider coming my way at the end of the night." David kissed her hands and mumbled something sweet before she went to mingle elsewhere. Alison wasn't wrong, many girls were quick to talk to him.

Within a few hours David was exhausted from all the conversations and all he could think about was Elena. "They're like vultures aren't they." A voice broke into his thoughts as he headed upstairs for a few moments of quiet.

David laughed, "I didn't realize I was such a catch."

The woman chuckled, "You look like you could use a drink more than another rose" She motioned toward the roses in his hand and David laughed

"A drink does sound good." Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was Marianna's easy way of conversing but David felt himself being drawn in.

Soon the event came to an end and David prepared to go. "Wait. Take this. I hope I get to see you again." David lifted the rose taking a moment to think of what it would mean to say yes. It had been 2 years with nothing to show for it but a scarred face. It was time to move on.

David moved before he had a chance to think it through. He let all his worries and desires melt away as he focused on the moment. "I'm sorry, was that ok?"

"Only if that was a yes"

"Yes, You'll see me again...soon." Something new was beginning and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

1916 Pt2 - Threats

#mizrahi legacy #Burnished Generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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matchalilly · 2 years ago

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Because I'm proud of myself for finally doing this I want to share it here and with a fun fact.

As you can tell from my tumblr, I really like Carlos and a few other characters, but one of my favorites doesn't get a lot of love and shares a voice actor with my beloved Carlos from he resident evil franchise.

But for those that also enjoy themselves some Miguel Rojo I give you my first writing for our precious angry Spainard.

It's been an eventful convention weekend, four days of insanity and button mashing but today I get to relax being outmatched in Tekken tournaments has its small silver linings.

As I walk around I hear someone call out to me making me stop and look around until I spotted a kid run up excitedly, his brown curls bouncing as he jumps up and down excitedly.

I smile and squat down to his height ready to sign something or enteract with the kiddo.

"Hey little man what's up?"

The kids eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands together.

"You were so cool during the tournament! I really like Miguel too he gets so much hate because he isn't an actual martial artist."

I snickered the kid was right I don't know many people that like using Miguel so it's always neat to find others that appreciate him as a character.

"I know what you mean but to me I'd trust a man like Miguel with my life. Like he went on a whole man hunt for Jin and entered the tournament with no martial arts skills just to utterly destroy a man that caused his sisters death. Plus I love how he's literally just a brawler, some punk that beats you up until you won't get up."

The kid started jumping up and down again, I noticed two adults walk up with a relieved look on their face. 'That must be his parents, he must have given them a fright.'

"YOU GET IT! If anyone hurt my baby sister I'd do the same thing. Hey hey are you Spanish or Brazilian by chance?"

I held back a loud laugh, I get that quite alot being racially ambiguous people mistake me for many things. I shake my head making my wavy hair sway.

"No I'm just biracial, don't know much though about my heritage. I'm adopted you see but if I ever find out I'd like to understand my heritage."

The kid nods, I'm not sure if he understands but it's cute to see him act like he does. This was the best part of cons for me, meeting people with similar likes and making a kids day, it makes my heart swell with warmth making a kid or anyone in general happy.

"I just thought maybe you were Spanish cause I over heard you talking to another Tekken player in castellano."

I heard the parents make a noise of disaprovement at their child's bluntness. The mother patted the boys head softly. I spotted the little sister in her arms that the boy spoke of. Her wide brown eyes taking all the colors in, she must have been maybe around one or two years old.

"Mijo, it's not polite to make assumptions."

I watched the little boy hang his head making me look at the mother with understanding.

"No no it's quite alright, I think it's healthy for kids to be curious about such things I don't mind at all."

The little boy looks back up to me with bright eyes. 'Such a cutie, I hope my future kiddos are just as precious.'

"I was speaking castellano because it was his mother tongue. Did you know he was a Miguel main as well?"

The boys eyes lit up and began jumping again.

"Is that what you two were talking about?"

I laughed at his energy man I wish I was a kid again, to have that energy and bright view of everything.

"Hahah yeah, he didn't enter this time around but we were discussing his combos and how fun he is to play."

The father tapped the boys shoulder making him turn to look at his father.

"Alright mijo it's time to keep moving. We can't keep her all to ourselves and there's alot more to see."

I watched his face fall and I stood up and ruffled his hair making him look at me.

"He's right kiddo this is a big con center and I'm pretty sure you might come across some artist that have Miguel merch."

As I said that I pulled one of the Miguel Keychain I just purchased out of my bag and handed it to him.

"Here ya go kiddo consider this a gift from one Miguel fan to another. Go have fun with your family and don't run off on them again I'm sure you gave them a fright."

The little boy nodded and grabbed his father's hand and walked off with them. I heard his apology to his parents and smiled as I turned to walk off to find a spot to rest.

^^^^

ITS THAT TIME AGAIN, TIME FOR THE KING OF THE IRON FIST TOURNAMENT. ARE YOU READY!

*cheers echo across the stadium*

People glued to their phones or a TV screen whether at home or a pub everyone was tuning in for their favorite fighting tournament to cheer for their favorite fighter or make beats on who was going to win or lose.

One man walked along the roads and glared at one of the large display screens showing one of the fighters.

"Jin Kazama, this rage is for you and you alone. I'll be the one to take you down."

^^^^^

"Ugh finally a quite place! As much as I love cons my anxiety can't handle these crowded places for long."

I sit down to relax against the pillar I claimed as my sanctuary from humans and groaned as my back popped in a few places.

"Wow I didn't notice my body was so wond up, I should really get a massage or something."

I closed my eyes for a bit to take a quick rest.

"Hey hey miss are you okay?"

I feel my body being shook and I slowly open my eyes and blink away the darkness to be greeted by two familiar pigtails.

"Uuuuh what?"

The girl stands up and puts her hands on her hips.

"I asked if you were okay?"

A chuckle sounded from behind her.

"You also shook for poor cutie I'd be a bit confused too if I was woken up like that."

I glanced behind her to see familiar orange hair.

'Oooookay what the fuck is going on?'

"I ummm, I'm fiiiiine just confused I guess."

I stand up and dust myself off and look around, my merch was gone and I'm in an alley with two characters from one of my favorite fighting game.

"Uh weird question, but did you perchance see how I ended up in this alley?"

The girl tilted her head and then nodded.

"Kind of it was weird really. A bright light a boom and then silence. Thought maybe you got into some weird brawl but you don't seem hurt. Are you hurt?"

I watched her explanation which included alot of hand movements and started to smile. 'She talks with her hands alot. Glad to know that's a her thing it's cute.'

The man walked forward and looked at me in an observing me.

"You aren't from here are you girly?"

I shook my head and looked between the two of them.

"Um no actually, oh this is going to sound so weird. I'm from a different world, realm...i don't know what you'd call it...dimension maybe."

I tilt my head while rubbing the back of my neck until the girls giggled and pointed at me.

"ALIEN!"

I snapped my head towards her and blinked, she had a wide smile on her face as the man let out an amused huff.

"Ummm I guess that's an accurate way of putting it. But I am most definitely human."

The man hummed

"Well im..."

I pointed at him.

"Hworang and you, you're Ling Xiaoyu. You're both pretty popular where I'm from."

Ling jumped up and down while Hworang eyed me suspiciously.

"Alright explain girly?"

I started from the beginning explains how they were both from a game in my world and how I was a professional player, of course I didn't tell them my main just told them I flex played and explained what that was and where I was before I ended up here.

Ling gasped and giggled before grabbing my arm.

"Does that mean you know how to fight or are you just good at in games?"

Hworang sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why would you assume she knows how to fight just from that?"

I laughed making him look at me.

"I mean she's not entirely wrong, I'm not by any means a professional fighter like you two by I like to dabble in some martial arts but I'm more of a punch em till their down type of person. Kind of my default I guess, I grew up in a rough area so fist fighting was a norm for me."

Ling looked at me concerned.

"What do you mean by rough area?"

I scratched the back of my head with a goofy grin.

"Rough like muggings, gunshots, not safe for girls to walk alone kind of area. But I was kind of the kid that did what she wanted so long as my mom and dad were cool with it so my pops taught me how to throw punches and how to stab someone properly if need be, break arms, noses that type of stuff. He wanted me to be able to defend myself. We live in a better area now so I don't really have to fight and can just relax when I'm out and about."

Ling nodded her head in understanding.

"We have places like that here too."

She frowns and looks at me.

"But I think kids shouldn't have to fight to survive just walking to a store or something."

I nod humming in agreement. She's right about that it shouldn't be normal nor should a kid develop anxiety early because of it, but here I am a scrapper with anxiety.

I giggle making them look at me oddly.

"Sorry sorry I was just thinking about what one of the old ladies at one the stores called me."

Hworang chuckled at me.

"And what was that?"

I giggled again and pointed at myself.

"A scrappy little street rat."

Ling and Hworang burst out laughing.

"Why on earth would she call you that?"

I smiled thinking back foundly on the old lady she always had my back.

"Well I dressed in cargo pants and hoodies when ever I went out late so people would just mistake me as some punk out and about. So she took to calling me that because that's what I reminder her of, like a street kid."

Hworang grinned at me and slung his arm around my shoulders.

"I like you girly, come on I want to see what you got."

Ling chased after us panicked.

"Hworang no, she just told us she's not a professional fighter. Are you insane?"

I glanced back at her curiously and then at the grinning Hworang.

"Wait...woah hold up buddy you aren't planning on entering me in that tournament are you?"

Hworang just grinned at me as Ling continued lecturing him.

She kicked him in the leg making him stumble, unfortunately I stumbled as well right into someone's back.

As I backed up and looked up the person I stumbled in I was in shock.

Standing in front of me was my main...the one and only Miguel Caberello Rojo.

'Holy shit he's huge'

"Lo siento señor."

I watched as he tilted his head and stared at me like I was a puzzle.

"hablas mi lengua materna?"

I blinked and started to smile with a nod.

"Soy multilingüe, señor. mi padre pensó que me beneficiaría cuando estuviera solo."

He laughed and ruffled my hair making me huff.

"no el pelo, por favor!"

He laughed harder at my protest but relented in messing up my hair.

I turned hearing Ling and Hworang run up to us.

"Ah Miguel have you thought about my offer?"

I looked at Hworang curiously as he slide his arm around my shoulder slyly making my narrow my eyes at him.'what is this man thinking'

Ling stomped her foot.

"Stop hogging her Hworang."

Miguel looked at the three of us before narrowing his eyes at me. I held my hands up automatically, that was not I look I wanted to be at the end of .

"What ever he asked of you I am not a part of it, I just met these two." I narrowed my eyes at Hworang "and what ever your plotting do not involve me in it idiot."

Ling burst out laughing making me look at her noticing her attention was now on Miguel.

"She speaks the truth we found her in an alley, she's really fun but Hworang is hogging her like he always does when he thinks a girl is pretty."

I looked at Hworang blinking at him as he winked at me.

I scoffed and stomped on his foot.

"Absolutely not, your a menace. I wouldn't even hook up with you if I was shit faced . You're the type of guy that my pa calls trouble."

I scooted back behind Ling and pointed at Hworang whom was acting offended.

"Why is he like that?"

Ling just shrugged at me and we both glanced at Miguel hearing him chuckle.

"If the Senorita agrees to join your little group I may just join. Only to see you get shoot down like that again."

I glance at Miguel surprised.

'I shouldn't be surprised but I'm just so used to only hearing his lines an Castellano.'

Hworang snapped his head in my direction and grinned, followed by Ling turning to grin at me.

"Woah woah first you want me in the tournament now your alliance, slow down you two."

I slowly back away only for Ling to grab me into a bear hug.

"It will be so much fun, you'll get to meet everyone and make new friends and oh oh you'll get to meet panda."

I perked up at that.

"Panda? The cute adorable fighting Panda? That panda?"

Ling nodded her head enthusiastically making me groan.

"I should say no, I really should..."

You know those moments when your thought process takes you a direction you know is a bad idea but the only thought is fuck it, yeah this was one of those moments.

"Ugh I can't believe I'm doing this...fine, fine I'll join."

Ling jumped up and down holding me.

'My god why is she like this.'

"Yaaaay now we have two new members. You'll be alot of help anyways you know that right?"

She puts me down and stares directly at me with a small and Hworang pats my shoulder.

"She's right your like our own personal spy."

I groan in annoyance.

"You guys making me sound like a suspicious criminal."

Ling laughs at me.

"I mean...you'd definitely be a suspicious criminal in Jin and Kazuya's eyes."

I frown at hearing Kazuya's name and let a growl out taking the two by suprise and catching Miguel's attention.

"Ling do me a favor do NOT mention that man's name again, I really really hate him."

Hworang looked at me curiously.

"Jin? He's not that bad."

Miguel huffed at Hworang and rightfully so in my opinion.

"No his father that man can rot for all I care. As for Jin he is close to becoming just as bad as his father I'd pay to punch his dumb ass in the face."

Hworang burst out laughing.

"You can do that for free in the tournament. Now come on girly, you to Rojo."

He walked off with Ling as me and Miguel exchanged a look and followed after the two fighters.

#resident evil #gaming #carlos oliveira #miguel caballero rojo #miguel rojo #writing #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader

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