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gojou-violin · 1 year

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[3] vulnerability

| chapter 3: finding out the truth

| pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. cursing. mentions of sex, violence, death, etc.

| summary: seena talks to gojou and nanami about her date.

| wc: 4.2k

| a/n: as usual, i love talking about this story, so if you have any questions about seena, the plot, etc. etc., feel free to send asks!

In the morning, I found myself not in Toji’s arms as I anticipated I would be, considering he held me like a cobra squeezing its prey all night. Instead, I was on one side of the hotel bed, alone, the covers draped over my body so perfectly it was obvious that he had done it to protect me from the air conditioner that was pointed directly at me. I sat up to look around for him. Not in the bed, no lights on in the bathroom, and no sign that he was coming back because his clothes and belongings were gone. I sighed and tucked my knees up to my chest. A fool I was indeed. I warned myself that a man like Toji wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to really take things seriously. Our date was just an excuse to get in my pants… And it worked.

An alarm on my phone went off to indicate that I needed to go home if I was to get ready and get to the school on time. Good news was, my apartment was on the way to the school, so it wasn’t exactly out of the way or a nuisance to simply shower, grab my uniform, fix my hair, and make sure there was no hint of what I had done. The students liked to look for clues. What did Seena Kiyomi do on her weekends? Was she dating anyone? No. Was she seeing anyone? Well… Did she have any pets? No, but I was looking to adopt soon. They were little drama-driven heathens, and though I loved them, I knew some of them too personally to risk giving them anything to chew on.

Suddenly, even though I had shut my alarm off, my phone started ringing again. I went to quickly turn the snooze button off, yet to my surprise, it wasn’t my alarm at all, it was a series of texts from Toji that had just come through. “Sorry I couldn’t stay.” “Had to go to work early.” “I hope you’re alright. Breakfast is on me, give me the receipt next time we see each other.” “We will see each other again, in case you were worried.” “Have a nice day.” “Let me know if you need anything when you wake up.” I smiled against my knees. Perhaps I had flipped on him too quickly. I thought he left because he was an asshole, even though he had proven time and again that he was anything but what his appearance made him to be. He was certainly a gentleman, not an asshole. So, I texted back a simple, “Good morning x.” Seconds later, in response, I received, “Good morning.” I rolled out of bed, grabbed my dress off the floor, slid it back on, clipped it to my collar, then replied, “I’m okay. Don’t worry about breakfast. Can’t wait to see you again.” And like an idiot, I actually pressed send on a dismissive-sounding message like that. Thankfully, Toji didn’t seem to take it that way, because he sent one last text before I left the hotel: “I’ll be waiting for your receipt for breakfast, princess.”

With a victorious grin plastered to my face, seemingly unable to be erased so long as I thought about Toji and the night we spent together. On my way to the coffee shop, I waited for more texts from him. I thought about maybe testing the waters a bit more to see if I could get away with continuously texting him, yet I managed to talk myself out of it each time just before I could press send on another stupid message that would ensure I’d never see him again. At the coffee shop, when the barista asked if I wanted a receipt, I nearly declined until Toji’s words loomed over my head. The only time I managed to text him back was when I sent a picture of the receipt, cropping out the part where I got coffee and food for Nanami, too. Toji didn’t respond.

While second-guessing myself, I made my way to the office with the food and coffee in hand. Usually, if Nanami didn’t have time to go himself, I would go for him. These days, since the Elders were up his ass so much, he never had time, so it was just expected that I got him food every day, and he always paid me back, even when I insisted that I didn’t need him to because I was the one currently in a paid position while he was just a volunteer that lounged around the school on a daily basis. That was where I happened to find him… Unsurprisingly. Lounging around the office with a newspaper in hand, Gojou sat across from him, a new student on the couch will him, while they all sat in silence. Neither of the adults acknowledged me as I walked in.

“Morning,” I bowed at the hip slightly, “Nanami-sensei.” I handed him his sandwich and coffee.

“I’ve told you before, Seena, I’m not a teacher, so don’t call me sensei.”

“Whatever you say, sensei.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Morning to you, too…” Instead of bowing this time, I walked over and smacked Gojou lightly upside the back of the head. “‘Toru.”

His Infinity had noticeably dropped the second I entered the room, which wasn’t unusual since he usually anticipated sly shoulder touches or playful side pokes because he invited my touch as a means to gauge if his emotions were out of whack and needed to be self-corrected. His emotions were always fine, though. By keeping his emotions steady, his cursed energy was balanced and strong for him to use at a moment’s notice; I couldn’t understand how he ever thought that he, the best sorcerer of our time, would have to worry about his cursed energy output.

“Who’s this?” I asked, pointing to the pink-haired boy on the couch.

“Yuuji Itadori!” the boy exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He bowed deeply at the hips. “It’s an honor to meet you, Seena-sensei.”

“Kiyomi-sensei,” Gojou corrected quickly, like they had been practicing this the entire time and yet Yuuji still failed to get it right.

“Sorry!” He bowed again. “Kiyomi-sensei!”

I smiled at him before poking Gojou’s cheek. “Care to explain?”

“Another time. Look, I got you a gift last night, Pinkie! I want you to open before doing anything else.” Gojou handed me a blush pink gift bag that had two small blush pink dessert boxes inside. “I did some sightseeing and decided to get you some kikufuku from Kikusuian, since I know you love it and the packaging so much.”

I fell onto the couch where Gojou was reclining, squealing with excitement while kicking my heels against the floor. Kikufuku! From Kikusuian! He knew me so well! It was true that I had a bias for these treats specifically simply because they came in pink packaging, and if bought at the right time of year, they sold strawberry flavored kikufuku that were pink. To my delight, I opened one of the boxes to discover those exact desserts waiting for me. I cheered happily.

“Arigato gosaimas.” I handed him one as a token of my appreciation, while I bit into the other. I melted into the couch. “So… good…”

“You’re in a particularly cheery mood this morning, See,” Nanami pointed out, still staring at his newspaper. He flipped a page.

I melted further down. “How can I not be after yesterday, and after kikufuku!”

“Yesterday?” Gojou questioned with his mouth full.

“Mhm.”

“Do tell.”

I blushed. “I’d rather not…”

My glance in Yuuji Itadori’s direction was obvious enough to warrant Gojou asking his student to leave the teachers alone for a bit so that he could go explore the school a bit before lessons. Itadori knowingly stood, bowed politely, addressed me properly, then left with a pep in his step.

I savored the last bite of my kikufuku. The whipped cream was gone, but the thick and sticky pastry was to die for, and Gojou and I both knew it, which was why it was so thoughtful of him to pick it up for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had kikufuku. Was it after my graduation? That was the last time he bought it for me, at least. How the years had flown by since I first met him at the front steps of Tokyo Tech as a scared little sixteen year old, and now we were the best of friends who loved to bully each other and Nanami, who hated our pestering.

Gojou batted his lashes at me through his blindfold. “Tell us, Pinkie!”

Nanami sighed. “I wish I never mentioned it.”

I agreed.

“Was it a guy? Oh! Was it a girl?” He grabbed my hands to say half-seriously, “See, if it’s a girl, you can tell us, we’ll love you no matter what.”

I smacked his forehead. “You’re so childish!”

“Only rarely.”

“Only always,” Nanami and I jinxed.

Gojou pouted his lip. “Please… Please, please, please…”

“Fine.” I gave in. “It’s a guy. I was actually planning on asking you guys about him, anyhow, since he seems to know you two.” I opened the next box of kikufuku, even though it was glutinous to do so. “His name’s Toji—”

I could hardly get the words out or bring the treat to my mouth before Nanami smacked his newspaper under his palm on the table to his left, and Gojou wiped his smile clean off his face to sit up tall and grab my arm so that he could force me to stand and spin around for inspection. I held onto the dessert with my teeth. Gojou spun me around and around until I got dizzy and told him to stop it. What was their deal? I hadn’t even told them the good part—

“Did he hurt you?” Nanami interrogated.

“No—”

“Did he touch you?” Gojou asked just as seriously.

“Yes.”

They both hissed quietly.

“You have to stay away from him, Seena. If it’s really him, you aren’t safe,” he explained as I sat back down.

I scoffed. “Why?”

From the corner of the room, “He nearly killed Gojou.”

I looked towards Nanami to see if he was joking for the first time in his life, yet, to my surprise, he wasn’t. Nearly killed Gojou? How was that possible? How had I not heard such a tale from them or someone else before? Killing Gojou was impossible— He was living proof of that! Hell, getting near him was a tough job in the first place. How could anyone, let alone Toji, do enough damage to nearly kill the most powerful sorcerer of our time? It sounded like a load of bullshit from two friends who were being overprotective.

“Toji was the worst of the worst,” Gojou said before they started to explain the rest.

Eleven years ago, before I attended the school— So, I wouldn’t have known about any of this firsthand, of course— Suguru Geto and Gojou were assigned a case to protect a little girl. Obviously, they couldn’t explain all of the details to me, not that they were important to the story, anyhow. But Toji was hired by some anti-sorcerers to kill the little girl. He was known for being an unbeatable mercenary. Sorcerers everywhere knew him by reputation, yet no one lived long enough to give any information about his appearance, name, age, family, allies, anything. He was a ghost.

He ended up using a public bounty on the girl to wear Gojou and Geto out. They had been fighting for two days straight before they got back to the school and they thought that they were safe, so they let their already weakened guards down, giving Toji a chance to attack Gojou with a non-cursed weapon so that he couldn’t anticipate the attack. He stabbed Gojou through the back and neck. If Gojou hadn’t been practicing his reverse cursed technique at the time, he would have died, Nanami made that very clear. If Gojou wasn’t Gojou, he would have been dead. That was just how dangerous Toji was— And if I didn’t believe them, the worst part of the story was that he successfully killed the little girl that they were assigned to protect, and he didn’t even bat an eye.

To them, Toji was the worst of the wost. That was why I had to stay away from him. They weren’t sure where he came from or why he was back, but the moral of the story, Gojou said, was that Toji wasn’t good news, and I’d end up dead if I didn’t tuck tail and run.

I shook my head. “I don’t think you guys understand that this probably isn’t the same Toji— Or if he is, maybe he’s changed! He’s been nothing but kind to me!”

“Seena, no, you don’t understand… I killed him. There shouldn’t even be a way for you to see him in the first place.” Gojou held my shoulders steady. “If it’s him, something’s wrong.”

I rolled my eyes and shimmied out of his grasp so that I could walk to the door with my desserts. “I don’t think it’s the same guy. I appreciate your guys’ worry, though.”

“He had a shikigami on his shoulder.”

I paused.

“A worm-looking thing… And he carried the Inverted Spear of Heaven with him.”

Only the first part meant anything to me, yet I still couldn’t move. The Toji I knew had a worm-like shikigami on his shoulder, but perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps it was all still a joke the boys were pulling to try to prove a point about not going on dates with random men. If only they knew how far it really went with Toji.

“When I killed him, his shikigami shriveled up, and I took the sword and hid it. If he has either or both of those, Seena, you have to tell us. If he has the sword again, he’s dangerous— Too dangerous for any of us to even leave the school anymore.”

I gulped before forcing a smile onto my face, then turned to face them, “It’s a different Toji. The one I met doesn’t know anything about sorcery or curses. He’s just a plain, regular, boring human.” I brightened my smile. “Like I said, it’s nothing to worry about!”

“You’re sure? What did he look like?” Nanami interrogated.

Fuck, fuck, shit… “Blonde, like you. Blue eyes, like Gojou. I think he might be American. He mentioned something about his family living in Hawai’i.”

That was a good enough lie, right? It sounded reasonable enough; and it was the opposite of everything Toji was, so there was no way they could think anything like their Toji was simply changing appearances to go under the radar. Neither of them relaxed, however.

I tucked some of my hair behind my ear. “Anyhow—” I laughed nervously. “Where’s Megumi-kun? Is he back from his mission?”

Gojou slowly nodded.

“I’ll have to yell at you later about sending him out without telling me; but for now…”

They both watched me suspiciously as I continued to force my smile through the anxiety pumping through my chest before I could make a run for it to hide in my office where I could collect myself, my thoughts, and my notes for meeting with Megumi after his mission. If he wasn’t with Gojou, my first assumption was that he was brooding in his room, so that was where I went looking for him.

When I first started working at the school, the thought of walking into the student dorms terrified me— As a student, my time in the dorms was less than ideal, so when I was offered free housing within the dormitories, I declined; but sometimes I was required to visit students in the dormitories, for a handful of different reasons, however it usually had to do with students being injured and unable to walk down to my office. In Megumi’s case, he usually just didn’t want to make the walk. Sometimes I would convince him to go on walks with me to get fresh air, other times he would throw me out of his room the second I appeared. Gojou and Yaga had finally put their foot down about the matter about a month ago when I cried to ‘Toru about not knowing how to get through to Megumi when he wouldn’t even listen to me in the first place— Now he never kicked me out.

Walking through the dormitories in the middle of the day when students were in classes or on missions was an eerie feeling for sure. If it weren’t for the fact that I had lived in the very same buildings that I now worked in, I would have thought the place was abandoned altogether. That was just the rules of the school. Anything personal had to be kept behind closed doors, and if that rule was broken in even the slightest, whoever the culprit was had to spend their weekend cleaning up Principal Yaga’s messes to learn their lesson. I would have died in high school if I was one of those kids. Nowadays, the only culprit was Ineka.

As I approached Megumi’s door, I took a moment to prepare myself. He was just a kid. How could I be so scared of a little kid? Come on now, Seena, just do your job— It wasn’t like he was any more terrifying than Nanami or Gojou… Actually, scratch that, those two were idiots, anyone could be scarier than them… Fuck it.

Semi-queitly, I knocked on his door, hoping that if he was resting or studying that I wouldn’t disturb him, yet I still needed to be heard. I heard a groggy reply that prompted me to gently open the door and peek my head in to find that he was resting on his bed like he had been sleeping until I intruded.

“Gomen. Should I come back later?”

Megumi pushed himself upright before leaning back against his headboard. “Ieiri-senpai says I just need to rest a lot, but I can’t. Might as well ask, while you’re here, if you can, you know…”

“Yes, I know.” I grabbed the chair at his desk. “Inumaki-kun told you?”

“Ineka, actually.”

“Ah, I see.” I pulled the chair up to the side of his bed, then sat down. “We should talk first.”

He shrugged.

“Would you like to tell me where Gojou sent you this time?”

“Sendai.”

I waited for him to elaborate because I had already known that much due to Gojou’s gift to me; however, Megumi was always a reserved person who never liked to ramble. Whenever asked a question, his answers were concise, never losing a second on wasted details. I should have known this conversation wasn’t going to be easy.

“And what happened up there?”

“The new kid, the one with the pink hair, his name’s Yuuji. He’s not like us, he wasn’t born with a cursed technique. He’s only here because I was an idiot.”

Well, that certainly wasn't the answer I wanted or expected. So much for being concise.

I raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”

Megumi tucked his knees up to his chest to hide his shame. “Gojou sent me to collect one of Sukuna’s fingers, and while I was trying to take it, Yuuji ate it. He’s a vessel of Sukuna now.”

I was ashamed to admit it, but I didn’t really know who Sukuna was. I knew him by name, but I didn’t know any details about who he was or why he was so notorious within the world of sorcery. Megumi stared at me blankly. Like, as if to say, “Really? Are you joking?” And I stared back at him to let him know that I was completely serious.

Megumi sighed. “Fine.”

He did me the favor of explaining the story to me. A thousand years ago, Ryomen Sukuna ruled over the world of sorcery. He was known as the King of Curses. He was cruel, power hungry, and completely full of himself. He ended up marrying a powerful sorceress named Ariza who lived her life as a fugitive on the run from the Elders, but she found safety with her husband who had the wealth and power to protect her. However, Sukuna was butchered and executed in front of Ariza when they were finally caught, and she was sold off to a sorcerer who helped the Elders during the war. Ariza managed to live a full year with that sorcerer as his slave before she finally killed herself, and everyone was so sure that it was because she couldn’t bear to live without Sukuna anymore, and because her life alone was one filled with all types of torture that no woman, criminal or not, should ever have to face. Little did she know, though, Sukuna’s fingers held lots of his power in them even after they were detached from his body before his death, so when they were scattered out around the country, they became beacons of power. Curses that ate them gained the power of Sukuna. Sorcerers that found these fingers and tried to consume the power would go mad and die. That was until Yuuji Itadori, the pink haired kid I met in the teacher’s lounge, who had apparently eaten one of these fingers in order to defeat a curse… And he was still alive, and according to Megumi, he was actually able to be a successful vessel for the King of Curses.

“And Ariza?” I pressed on.

“Still dead.”

I sighed to myself. I knew so little of this sorcerer Sukuna and his wife, and while I should have judged them for the life they lived and I should have been scared of the power Sukuna held, part of me felt bad for their tragic love story. Thinking about it silently, if that had happened to me, I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself… Being alone and tortured? I wouldn’t have made it as long as Ariza did.

Megumi sighed again and slumped back into his bed, whispering all depressed and broody, “I think I’m done with your interrogation for now.” He rolled onto his side to face away from me.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not an interrogation, Megumi-kun.”

He didn’t reply, so I figured that it was my turn to do as I promised in exchange for him giving me the opportunity to talk to him for a bit. While I knew that I would try again soon, I reached out for Megumi, carefully putting a hand on his bicep, shivering at how cold his skin was, and I took in a deep breath while focusing on using my cursed technique. Sleep… He was already so tired, I could tell that he would have passed out within an instant on his own if it hadn’t been for the guilt he had buried in his chest about his friend Yuuji, whom I could tell he cared so deeply for. I was shocked, considering he said they had only just met. Then again, I supposed I couldn’t have judged him too harshly for clinging onto someone knew when I had practically done the same with a stranger I went to bed with—

I had to stop my thoughts from wandering before my technique was inhibited.

Sleep soundly…

Within an instant, Megumi’s body relaxed under my touch, and he let out a snore. He was fast asleep, letting his body get the rest he desperately needed after the mission Gojou sent him on. I was going to have to speak with Gojou. I knew that he trusted Megumi because they’d known each other since Megumi and his sister were kids, but sending him after a legendary finger worth so much? What was Gojou thinking? And now an innocent boy had gotten dragged into our mess of a world.

“Sleep well, Megumi-kun,” I whispered as I left his room.

Toge was returning to his room as I entered the hallway. We smiled at each other briefly, and I thought about how I’d done the same for him after the attack in December when he was terribly injured and couldn’t sleep due to the pain and the worry he had for Ineka. The circumstances had been so different back then. Inumaki had barely been clinging to life, I was so worried that he would die in my care; but now he was fine, and my technique was wasted on things like Megumi wanting to pout in his bedroom without being bothered by anyone.

“Inumaki-kun?” I spun on my heels to face him shortly after we had passed each other. He stopped to face me. “Have you met the new kid?”

He shook his head and signed to me that he, Maki, and Panda were being sent on a mission within the next hour, so he wouldn’t have time to introduce himself.

I furrowed my brows. “Gojou?” I signed.

He nodded. “Gojou,” he signed.

I sighed. “Alright, thank you.”

Satoru Gojou… He and I were going to have to have a little chat about sending his students off so often without telling the staff first.

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bobowhooo · 6 years

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Potent Savages

Genre : Drama/ Angst/ Smut/ Trigger warningsss/ Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 13: When bad gals let loose.

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.

“Try and catch me!” I yelled with a slight cheerful laugh in my words. My hair got into my eyes as i ran through the beautiful garden of the exo mansion. The sun feels so perfect with the softest touch of heat and the grass feels warm and well looked after under my feet. My white crop top flapped with the wind my jean clad legs picked up. Faintly, i could see baekhyun’s bright smile fill his handsome face while he chased after me. He’s my very own sun right here on earth. My mouth mimicked his without noticing it as my eyes stayed glued to my amazing boyfriend. I don’t even care what could be ahead of me while im running, at this point. Im so into this moment. There’s so much trust and feelings of safety and love filling my heart right now, it’s so new to me. I like it. This is the feeling of the new chapter i started after that night i set siwon and his shit on fire. Of course somewhere deep inside i feel that lately things have been to good, and that maybe something is coming for us. But we’ve never been the kind of people to worry about the future. Enjoying the now is our specialty.

My heart became erratic when baekhyun closed in on me with his playful and gentle aura. I stopped and turned to him, looking at him sweetly as he continued to run to me. I hope he never stops running to me like this. I closed my eyes and held out my arms, waiting for only one thing. My chest bumped into his when he rushed into me. His strong arms picked me up carefully as he laughed in my ear excitedly. My face dug into his neck as my forearms crossed around his broad shoulders.

If you saw us you would never guess we do what we do in the night. You would never guess we’re the ruthless gangsters that only want to take your shit and run.

But i think i like that. I like this innocence i seem to get back in moments like this one. Besides, just because im holding the love of my life in my arms doesn’t mean i can’t decapitate you.

“I can’t explain how much i love you, baekhyun.”

“What?” He spoke softly into my ear with a small chuckle. “Babe? awww, that’s so cute, you’re talking in your sleep.”

The perfect moment i was in slowly faded away as i felt my eyes slowly open. I blinked a few times to get used to the feeling after having my eyes closed for so long. The sun feels the same like in my dream, so does the grass. I looked around at the huge well kept garden around us and smiled.

“It’s beautiful.”

“But it pales in comparison to you.” Baekhyun said lowly, as if those words were for only him to hear. His arms wrapped more tightly around mine while i leaned my back into his chest and relaxed my face next to his. Im sure we have been sitting like this under this tree for more than an hour. But it doesn’t matter since im enjoying every minute of this undeniable peace.

“I wonder, what do boys like the exo gang want with a huge pretty garden like this one?”

“We’re sensitive too, you know? Flowers are beautiful and i like them, so there.” His pout prominent, and his eyebrows a little low, as he looked around.

“Okay, okay.” I said laughing at his expression just a bit. “I know you all are sensitive, it’s just surprising because of how perfect it is. It doesn’t look like some random gardener did this, it looks like you guys put thought and effort into this yourselves.”

“Me, suho, kai, and minseok mostly.”

“Ahhh, how interesting.”

“Plus, we couldn’t have just left this whole space empty.”

“I learn something new every day.” I said chuckling at the thought of the usually rowdy boys being so delicate in those moments.

“Don’t get too happy, i think there’s like three bodies buried somewhere around here.”

“What? Really?” I said looking around with wide eyes at the seemingly innocent beauty of this garden.

“Nahh, im fucking with you.” He laughed at my expression. I slapped his arm softly, joining his laughter with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hey, no hitting. That’s a foul.” The man said while grabbing my hand. His eyes almost screamed how playful and happy he’s feeling right now. it’s so adorable. I used my other hand and slapped him softly on his thigh as my eyes told him to bring it on. Baekhyun wrestled me to the ground, trying to tickle my torso, as i struggle and made sounds i didn’t recognize. Who would have thought i am this ticklish. The grass wasn’t helping as it slightly brushed the back of my neck. I continued to fight off baekhyun’s arms but to no avail. I get so weak when i laugh this hard. He pinned my arms above my head and looked at me in my eyes as my laughing fit calmed down in his deep stare. He looks so amazing. His eyes telling all his feelings, his smile shining brightly, his hair falling messily as he looks down at me. My heart feels like it’s doing jumping jacks, and the butterflies in my stomach broke out of their cage. Baekhyun continued to stare into my soul before leaning down. His lips shadowed over mines in a tempting manner.

“One day you’ll be my wife. Mark my words.”

A precise shot straight to my excited heart. Ouch.

“Baekhyun, you have no-” Without letting me finish he kissed me quickly. I know he was probably scared of what i would say. If i was him i would be too. He’s probably never said something like that to anyone before. But i wish he knew that there’s not one one part of me that would ever say no to that. Not one part.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. A fire ignited in me, I just want to make him feel the things i can’t say with words. The things i don’t know how to explain to him. Please feel it. My hands played in his hair roughly as the kiss became more sloppy. Baekhyun’s hands traveled under my crop top and grabbed my right breast, kneading it slowly with his soft hands. A moan escaped my mouth and entered his while i gave in to this pleasure. I can’t even describe the burning feeling i get when he kisses me. All i think about is how bad i want him to take all of me. It’s like the perfect mixture of lust and immense love for this one man. It could be the death of me, even though it makes me feel so alive. I slid my hand down his torso to pick up his shirt. I want more of his skin exposed to me. He grunted and moved to help me get rid of the piece of clothing from his body. His eyes met mine and he smiled sweetly while i threw his shirt away somewhere. He ran a hand through his hair quickly as he eyed my offending crop top. I sat up to meet his stare better and pulled it off slowly, teasing him just a little with my pace. I think you know that baekhyun has a patience problem by now. The man bit his lip harshly, obviously trying to keep himself still in front of me. I threw the top to the side and stared at him, Planting my finger in the middle of his chest and letting it slide down. Never once looking anywhere else but his dark brown eyes.

“You drive me insane.” He said breathlessly.

“Welcome to my world, love.” I chuckled playfully before i threw myself onto him. His arms wrapped around my torso while i made myself comfortable on top of his sitting position.

“I feel slightly bad that the flowers are going to have to watch this.” Baekhyun spoke into my neck as he licked there.

“I don’t. I like being watched.”

He squeezed his eyes closed and smiled. “That mouth of yours will get you in trouble.”

“Prove it.”

“If you two don’t get the fuck out of my innocent garden, i swear i will set something on fire.” Suho yelled from the distance. Jisoo is beside him, holding his hand tightly in hers. It looks like they were trying to have a nice stroll. Too bad.

“Well, you said you like to be watched. Time to back up that talk, babygirl.” Baekhyun whispered into my ear.

I smirked and gripped onto his shoulders. My jeans were tight enough so that i could feel his boner, but still too thick. I couldn’t get any pleasure out of grinding on him. But i did it anyway just to piss suho off. Baekhyun chuckled before reaching to unhook my bra. He yanked it off roughly and my arm flew to my breasts quickly. I continued to grind on him harder, feeling the slightest sensation from it. I bit my lip while looking at him in pleasure.

“Go get the hose jisoo!” Suho yelled at the girl with his face heated up.

I looked at him, then back to baekhyun. The man under me was trying to hold his laughter back as he looked into my eyes.

“I think we can do better than this, daddy.”

“So much better.” He spoke with his laugh taking over his words. He roughly moved my forearm away from it’s protective place and licked at my left nipple. I hissed when he sucked on it, my hands running through his hair in a slow manner.

“Heathens!” Suho yelled.

Before i knew it a powerful blast of water hit us harshly, I screamed and dug my face into baekhyun as he held out his hand to stop the water somehow.

We asked for it.

“Beat it, you animals!” Jisoo said, her voice making it sound adorable as she laughed at us.

“Alright, Alright! Just turn the damn thing off!” Baekhyun yelled at them his own laughter still apparent.

“Say please and promise to never do it again!” Suho yelled at us with a stern stance, hands focused on aiming the hose at us.

“Please! and we’ll never do it again!” Me and baekhyun yelled at the same time. The water pressure was started make my body feel raw.

The hose stopped it’s abuse immediately and i fell backwards onto my back in relieve. “That man has problems.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What!? Can you say that one more time so the hose can hear it too!?” Suho yelled at us with wide eyes.

I laughed at him and sat up again.

“We said fuck you!” i yelled while baekhyun showed off his middle finger as he pressed his cheek to my bare chest.

There goes our peaceful morning.

“Oh my fucking god.” I said under my breath when i watched aya walk out of the closet, all dressed up.

“What, baek?” She spoke to me as she looked at herself in the mirror.

I stared at her ass in the black material of the high waist pants she’s wearing. Her favorite black ankle high boots adorned her perfect legs and the lace tank top hugged every curve almost illegally. The tank top dipped low so that her cleavage was prominent, the wiring in the tank top doing it’s job too well. I caught my lip with my teeth to stop gaping at the sight in front of me. If looks could kill.

“I take it you like the outfit?” She said with a devilish grin as she grabbed for a belt.

“You don’t even know the half of it.” My mouth went dry when the belt wrapped around her waist tightly. That should be my hands.

“Tell me more then.” The girl smiled at me through the mirror again and began to reach for the jewelry laying on the vanity. My place on the bed started to feel so far away while i watched her become even more breathtaking. My feet brought me to stand behind her and my hands reached out to run down her arms softly.

“That would take all night.” I whispered into her ear before kissing her neck slowly. There’s a spot on her neck close to her birthmark that makes her knees go weak, She can never resist that feeling. I find it adorable and extremely sexy at the same time, A dangerous combo if you ask me.

“Baekhyun, stop.” She spoke with small giggle as i let my hands roam around her body. I Tickled her stomach so she would show me that smile of hers, also so she would stop focusing on applying her accessories.

“Babe! Stop!” She screamed and laughed when i picked her up and threw her on the bed. My hands planted next to her head and i stared at her. I love how she looks when she’s under me like this. It’s like she’s revealed completely to me. It’s like i can see her heart when she looks up at me. All the things she wants to tell me, all the things she doesn’t. Being the way she is that says a lot. Not many people can say that they know what aya is thinking, what she’s hiding, what she wants, what she needs.

“What?” She asked softly while i looked at her. “You always go into deep thought when you do this.”

“I can’t help it. When you lay under me it feels like you’re opening your whole world to me.”

“Do you like what you see?”

“Of course, darling. Your world is beautiful.”

“That’s surprising, but understandable.”

I stifled a laugh and she chuckled a bit.

“You guys can’t go one second without climbing all over each other. can you?” I heard lisa speak with a lively tone as always.

I moved from on top of aya as she got up to rush into the closet.

“It’s me. Im the guilty one. I can’t keep my hands off of her for too long.”

“Can’t relate.” She said before laughing at her own comment. I chuckled a bit too because her laugh is somehow contagious.

“Where’s aya?” Jennie asked quickly, seeming out of breath when she entered the room.

“She’s in the closet, But you should probably fix your lipstick. It’s all smudged.” Lisa said as she took a seat next to me.

“What!? Shit.” Jennie looked at herself in the mirror and swiped her middle finger under lips to get the out of line lipstick.

“I bet chanyeol is doing the same thing right now.” Lisa spoke under her breath so only i would hear but jennie’s eyes lit up right after the comment.

I have to be honest it’s surprising her and chanyeol hook up sometimes but it’s also not that unexpected. Knowing chanyeol.

“Shut up lisa.” Jennie squinted her eyes at the girl through the mirror and i held back a laugh. I guess she’s embarrassed by it. Then again, if you don’t know chanyeol as a gang member, you probably know him as the guy that fucked your girlfriend. With that being said, if i were her i would be kind of secretive about it too. Girls hate players. Or they act like they do at least. I stopped my player ways a while ago so i don’t think im thought of in the same light as chanyeol anymore. Hopefully.

“Alright, im ready.” Aya said while she walked out of the closet with a leather jacket on and different ankle high boots to match better.

“You look to die for.” Jennie said before going towards the girl to fix up the choker around her neck.

“Where are you guys going anyways?” I asked in pure curiosity.

“Places. Just know we’re going to be all around the city, so don’t wait up.” Aya spoke while smirking at me.

“Why do i feel like you’re going to end up in a lot of trouble tonight?”

“I won’t. Besides, even if i do, a little trouble never hurt nobody.”

Bad girl. I already know what type of mind state she’s in. That tone, that smirk. Full gang leader mode. It’s cute and scary at the same time.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Lisa said while nudging my arm.

“i’ll try not to.”

“No! We’re not riding two different cars so you can race and fucking crash like the last time.”

“Crash!?” baekhyun said in surprise.

“Shut it, jisoo! That was a minor accident, i just didn’t see the pole.” I said pouting at the girl.

“It’s decided. Me and aya will take the panamera, and jennie, lisa, and jisoo can take the jag.” Rose spoke with a smile.

“Nice try. We’re all getting in the range rover. That’s final. Now get your asses to the car.” Jisoo went to grab the keys as chanyeol passed her with his hands buried in his sweat pants pockets.

“What’s going on here?” The tall man asked. He looks s bit tired, and his hair is in a messy bed head style. Not on purpose though, i don’t think.

“We’re just going out.” Jennie answered first and i eyed her reaction to the mans appearance.

“Where to?”

“They won’t tell.” Baekhyun said while pouting at me.

“That’s suspicious.” Chanyeol scratched his chin with a pensive expression.

“I know right.” Baekhyun pouted even more, still staring only at me. He’s just trying to get me to say something. And it worked.

“Fiiine, we’re going to strip club to meet a buyer.” The man nodded at my words. ”And i don’t know what comes after.”

“Well have fun.” Chanyeol looked at jennie as he spoke.

They’re starting to grow on me, to be honest.

“We will.” I said spotting jisoo walking over to us with the keys. I pecked baekhyun on the cheek quickly and walked away. His arm grabbed mine, yanking me back and i bumped into his hard chest.

“You can do better than that.” He whispered at me. I made a face at him before grabbing his his head and smashing my lips into his. He grunted in surprise and hugged my body closer. Biting his lip, i pulled away slowly. My hands slid down from the back of his head to his torso and fell to my sides. He felt for the gun i usually hide under my jacket to make sure it’s there. It always is. His head nodded in approval in reaction and let his hands fall from my body.

”Bye, babydoll. Be safe.”

“I willl, mom.” I rolled my eyes at the worried expression on his face. I understand why he feels so worried nowadays. After getting kidnapped and getting fake killed, you would think i would be too. But i learned from that time. He doesn’t have to worry. i won’t let that happen again.

We climbed into the car in a hurry. We’re all eager to spend this night with each other. No boys. No rookies. Just us.

Let’s hope we don’t blow anything up. Nothing important at least.

“Let’s get out of here.” Jisoo said while starting up the car. “Ehem? Seat belts?”

“What are thooose?” Lisa said with a grin on her face.

“Things that keep me from jumping out of my seat and choking you out.” Jisoo gave her a dangerous look through the driving mirror.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh shit.” I said to myself after remembering something i had almost forgotten. “Thank you to the wonderful person reading this right now. You’re cute as fuck.”

“Yeahh, wait, what?” Jennie asked confused by my words completely.

“You knowww, the people, the supporters.” I said nudging her.

“Ohhh rigghhht. Thanksss.”

“You guys are weird.” Lisa said making a face at us.

“Can’t agree more.”

“Ooh, la la.” i said to myself when we entered the all men strip club. It’s much different than what i was imagining. In a good way though.

“Ahhh! You’re Finally here! Come sit!” Our “client” called us over from his table right in front of the stage.

I walked to his seat and he offered it up without hesitating. “Why did you want to meet here?” I said while sitting down.

“Well, why would i not? I mean look at the ass running around here? My goodness.”

“We actually have shit to do, don’t waste my god damn time.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away quickly. “Im actually in the process of buying this place and making it my own.”

“Yeah? with what money?”

“T-that doesn’t matter. But when i buy this place i can pay you back double in a few weeks.” He spoke while a stripper walked around us to put his drink down next to him.

“Did i ask to be paid back double in a few weeks?”

“W-well n-no-”

“Stop fucking stuttering. What did i say?”

“Y-you said to have your money by tonight or else you’ll stick your foot so far up my ass, my mom will feel it.”

“Good boy. Where is it then?” I said with a smile. I have no intention of hurting him tonight. I just want to leave with my bag.

“I m-might have given it to the owner already.”

“Bad idea.” Jennie said while stealing the mans drink from him.

“If that wasn’t stupid i don’t know what is.” I sighed while looking at him in disappointment. “Go find the owner. I don’t have all night.”

“Im on it.” The client stood up without hesitation, carrying out my orders in a hurry. He gets an A for effort at least.

“How about we enjoy ourselves?” Jisoo said pointing at the stage in front of us.

A lean man came from the back and made his way onto the stage. His hair is an enchanting silver and his lips are devilishly full. His eyes staring into souls throughout the club. Probably because the deep silver contacts that go perfect with his wet looking hair. He moved smoothly all around the stage, making sure to make eye contact with the people throwing the most money. My head tilted when he got down to grind on the floor. His body movements look like waves. It’s fucking crazy. How the hell?

“I WANT HIM!” Lisa screamed excitedly as she threw whatever cash she had on her.

“Oh, he’s good.” Jennie said looking at him intensely. I can’t with them. I just can’t. Even though i have to admit. He’s doing his thing up there.

“I NEED MORE CASH FOR HIM!” Lisa yelled at me.

“No!”

She pouted and let her eyes glue to the seductive man again. He ripped his loose button up to reveal his perfectly built abs and my ears went numb from the screaming. I reached for the cup of whatever jennie took from our client.

Im not that impressed.

“Uh-uhmm a-aya?” The man we came here for stood in front the table nervously. Jarjis! I finally remember his damn name!

“What? Where’s the owner?”

“He said if you have s-something to s-say, bring your ass to h-him.”

“Ahh, i see.”

I got up and grabbed rose. “We’re going up to the owner’s office.” I yelled to the rest of the girls over the music. They shooed us away dismissively without looking. I stifled a laugh. What a shame.

We passed the loud tables and the stage to get to the black stairs in the club. At the top there’s a small office that had a big man standing at the door with his arms crossed. I flicked him off and walked right in like an asshole. as always. Before the man could do anything in reaction rose pulled out her gun and pushed it into his neck.

“Hi.”

“Who the fuck are you?” The man said as he leaned back into his ugly fucking chair. He looks like a bigger douchebag than me. That should say a lot.

“Don’t worry about that. Jarjis here, accidentally gave you some cash that belongs to me, so i would just like to take that and go.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked at me and reached under his desk. His hand held a pistol and he aimed it incorrectly at me. “Get the fuck out of my office before i hurt you, little girl.”

“Suit yourself.” Oh well, i tried. “Rose, go ahead.” On cue, she shot the man at the door in the neck and the sound sent chaos throughout the club. I pulled my gun out as jarjis ducked down to the floor. We’ll see if i let him live after i take care of this. The man behind the desk shot sloppily at me and the bullets penetrated the wall behind me as a result of me ducking out of the way.

“You know, not everyone should have a gun.” I said with a pout. I shot one bullet to his forearm for him to drop his inadequate gun. He tripped as he stepped back into his ugly chair.

I aimed my lucky glock 26 at his head and closed one eye.

“Wait! Wait! The money is in the safe! I swear, just don’t shoot!”

“Rose get the money. Jarjis don’t make another fucking move.”

The rest of the girls came up the stairs with their guns out and ready, not knowing what their about to walk into. I jerked my weapon towards the safe so the owner can go over and open.

“Did you even try to settle this peacefully?” Jisoo said while looking at the dead man at the entrance.

“Yeah, I did.” I said with raised eyebrows.

“Surrree.” Lisa looked around as her eyes were playfully squinted.

“It’s all there. And some extra, that belongs to him.” Rose stood up and put her gun on her hip. She walked over to the mans desk, removing a drawer and emptying the contents onto the floor before packing the money neatly inside.

I stifled a laugh. She’s very handy for that.

“This club is now the property of the blackpink gang. If you have objections, speak now or forever shut the fuck up.”

I tilted my head at jarjis and the club owner waiting for just one word to come out of their shit eating mouths.

But silence is the only thing that filled my ears.

“Pussies.”

“I don’t want to do this shit.” Chanyeol whined from the passenger seat of my rolls-royce ghost.

“Would you shut up for like two minutes? damn.” I spoke to him in frustration. In all honesty im still worried about the girls. I know they can take care of themselves well. But still, i just don’t want anything to happen to them.

“Your request has been denied asshole.”

“Hush, they’re here.” I hissed at him while hitting his left arm.

I watched two exo rookies hop out of their new mercedez. We’re supposed to follow them around tonight because of some suspicion they raised in suho, We always are the ones who take care of the rookie shit, which sucks ass sometimes, but as i said before. It’s better than selling. Anyways if you know anything about suho, you know that the one thing he hates more than being broke is sneaky people. Which is understandable. No one likes finding snakes in their grass. We ended up following them all the way to what seems like a college party. But i don’t know for sure. We’re obviously going to have to go in. For further research of course.

“Let’s goo iiinnn!” Chanyeol whined louder for attention. I have intentions to go inside already so why not.

“Alright, get out.”

“We haven’t been to a house party since we first met exo.” Lisa spoke excitedly as she hopped out of the car.

“Oh yeah, The time we played beer pong then exchanged friendly bullets.” I said with a swing of my arm, aiming for lisa’s shoulders.

“Friendly, my ass.” Jennie huffed into the night air.

Now that business is taken care of, we decided to have some old fashioned fun at this college party one of our “friends” begged us to go to. And i promise this time we won’t shoot anything or anyone. I pinky swear.

The lawn is littered with cliche red cups and passed out party goers. More people filled the porch of the house, probably trying to get away from whatever is happening inside. That’s going to be me in an hour.

“Yayyyy! you guys made iiit!” A black haired girl named jihyo ran towards us. Her smile so big, her eyes couldn’t help but join in. “I thought you guys were going to pass on my offer, to be honest!”

“Whaaat? Ussss? Pass on an offer like this oneeee?” Jisoo sarcastically spoke to the girl in surprise.

“I know right!?” Jihyo laughed and smacked my arm, responding cheerfully to the sarcasm. “Let’s get some alcohol in your bodies, shall we?”

“Is that a even a question?” Lisa said as she looked around the house.

Jihyo made a motion for us to follow her before she turned and walked through the crowd of people. Everyone is either drunk or high, and they’re all screaming the lyrics to this rap song. It just might the most annoying atmosphere ever, Im enjoying myself already. We entered the kitchen and jihyo nodded her head at a girl with a resting bitch face standing by the refrigerator. I raised an eyebrow at that but tried to calm down any suspicion in my head. Jihyo is a good girl, i don’t have to worry about it too much.

“You guys want beer? by the way, aren’t you all kind of too dressed up for a small house party?” The girl asked while grabbing some beers.

“There is no such thing as too dressed up.” Jennie spoke while eyeing a random guy that walked in here for a drink.

“If you say so. Here you go.” Jihyo held out the drinks to us with a smile and lisa grabbed one first. Being the way i am, im going to bullshit and act like i drank this one. It’s not that i think she’s trying to poison me. That’s a big accusation. But she might be!

What can i say? I have trust issues. Sue me.

“If you guys want any candy for a better time me and this guy have a really good hook up.” Jihyo said nonchalantly. “These guys i met at a club said they would come tonight with some good shit. So let me know if you want anything.”

Well, okay, she’s not that much of a good girl. I wish she would stop talking.

“We’re good, we don’t do that kind of stuff.” I said to the girl with a fake smile. Will i ever be able to make a real friend outside of the criminal world. Fuck no. It’s better that way though. At least i think it is.

“Really? you guys seemed like the kind of girls to be interested in that kind of stuff.”

“Nope.”

“Ahhh, i get it. Don’t worry, the stuff isn’t going to be bad and even if it is they’ll give it to us for free. Plus i think they said something about being in the exo gang. That means they definitely have the good good.”

“Ohhh, in that case, i would love to meet them.” I said with a smirk. It’s an obvious case of rookies abusing their connections. Possibly even stealing from the exo supply itself. It would be a crime to pass up an opportunity to bust their narrow asses myself.

Finally. Some real fun. Even though this night is supposed to be only us girls. Im excited.

“Sure thing girl.” She said before she waved at someone behind us with a quick smile. “I’ll be right back.” Jihyo spoke as she passed us and walked away.

“Well, im going to enjoy this.” I said to myself.

“Honestly, they should just stop recruiting rookies. All they ever do is act foolishly.” Jennie spoke with an annoyed tone and expression. She picked up what was going on too it seems.

It’s not like she’s wrong about that. But despite how annoying rookies can be, it’s a huge convenience when you find the right ones. Especially since exo doesn’t like doing all their dirty work themselves. Plus most of them are for number reasons only. Which means they can die and be replaced easily. It’s things like this that makes exo the second hardest gang to beat in the game right now. Blackpink being the first, of course. AHAH.

“They’re here!” Jihyo waved at us from the entrance to the kitchen.

I put down my unopened drink on the table and walked towards the girl without hesitation. I kind of hope they don’t recognize me. It’s always more fun that way. Jihyo grabbed my hand and walked me through the crowd again as my girls followed close behind. I could spot two boys wearing black at the front door, where we came in. They looked around like they were looking for someone in particular. Jihyo waved at them and they did the same back. I guess they were looking for her.

“Heyyy, im glad you guys could make it.” She said to the boys. Her tone changed a bit and so did her expression. She twirled her cute hair around her manicured finger slowly and looked up at them with a little twinkle in her eyes. Grade a flirting right in front of me. “These are my friends, Aya, jennie, rose, lisa, and jisoo.”

“Nice to meet you ladies, I have to admit, every one of you are bad as fuck.” The taller one of the duo spoke with a grin. They must be really new, because i don’t remember seeing them at all and they don’t seem to recognize us either.

Perfect.

“Nice to meet you too. I think we’ll have lots of fun tonight.”

“Damn, i haven’t been to a house party in a while.” Chanyeol spoke with his arm over my shoulders.

“Tell me about it.” I said to the big guy as we walked through the crowd of intoxicated people. My only concern is catching the two rookies in action. Im not interested in having fun at this party. Not with the mood im in.

“I have to say these college girls are looking a little too tasty tonight.” Chanyeol said while looking around.

“Aren’t you like in love with jennie?”

“Oh god, no, we just fuck sometimes. Please don’t make it a thing.”

“Why not?”

“Because i’ll only end up hurting her.”

“You’re a better guy than you think you are chanyeol.”

“You just don’t understand what i mean by that baekhyun. Leave it alone.” The man spoke with a bit of annoyance in his tone and let his arm drop from my shoulders. Why is he acting like this?

“Then make me understand. When the fuck did we start keeping secrets from each other?”

“We didn’t. And we don’t. Just think long and hard about it. You already know the answer.” I know he can’t be talking about what i think he is. “There they are.”

I looked at him for minute in confusion before looking in the direction his eyes are focused on. My eyes widened when i saw aya and the rest of the girls sitting on a random couch with the rookies we’re stalking. How did they end up here of all places. One of the two boys had his arm snaked around aya while he dirtily eyed her chest as she chugged down a beer. The other one was passing out drugs to anyone that came up to him, trying so hard to impress the people around him. I bet they thought we would never notice the shit they took from us. But we always notice.

Aya leaned forward to slam down the can of alcohol on the table in front of her, looking completely drunk. The rookie sitting by her let his eyes travel to her ass when she stood up. He grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking away and leaving him.

That little piece of shit won’t see the light of day again.

“Let’s go.” I said to chanyeol.

I walked slowly to the couch they all occupied. I know he obviously doesn’t know who she is, but i don’t give two fucks. “Why don’t you just stay here next to me a bit longer.” The boy said to my girl.

“You have a death wish, don’t you.” I said as i grabbed aya and pulled her into my arms. I was trying to look intimidating in front of the two boys but im sure i failed when aya landed in my arms. Her little hands gripped onto me in a tight hug and it got really hard to think of the ways im going to hurt these rookies. Ughhh, i feel like my heart is melting. She so warm. I missed her. It’s only been a few hours but still.

“Dude?” Chanyeol hit my arm as he looked at me in confusion. “Why are you just standing there.”

I just pointed to aya and let the smile begging to come out slip on my face smoothly.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and reached for his gun. “Let’s just make this easy.”

The people around us that saw the firearm out in the open began to make a fuss, which only caused more people to freak out. I mean damn, he didn’t even shoot anyone. Yet.

“It’s not what it looks like we swear!” One of the boys pleaded to chanyeol with his hands up. “We got this-”

“Save it for someone who actually cares, i sure the hell don’t.” I said to them while a drunk aya squeezed my cheeks together. “Just do as chanyeol says and make this easy for yourselves, maybe we’ll spare you.”

“Look! baek the fishy!” She said excitedly to the rest of the girls that sat calmly on the couch.

“Stop that babe.” I said grabbing her hand. She just pouted at me before looking away at the two boys.

“Well? what the fuck are we just standing here for?”

Aya blew into my ear as i carried her to my rolls-royce on my back, I had to pick her up because her drunk ass kept stumbling in those sexy ankle high boots, And i like having her this close to me. But you didn’t hear that from me.

“Does this make you squirm daddy?” She whispered slurred words into my ear before blowing into it again.

“No, it doesn’t.” I said while laughing my ass off. You gotta love drunk aya.

“That’s weird. It makes me squirm when you do it.”

“That’s because your body is very sensitive to everything daddy does. Me on the other hand, i might get a boner, but i would never squirm.”

“How can i make you squirm?” She whined lazily at me.

“I don’t know babydoll, i’ll get back to you on that one.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

I went into my pocket to get my keys and found nothing. I made a noise of confusion and aya giggled. The girl dangled the keys in my face and giggled harder. How adorable. I unlocked the car before looking over to the others as they threw the rookies in the trunk and hopped into the range rover.

“Come on babe, you gotta get down and into the car.”

She silently slid off of me in a lazy manner. “I don’t want to go home yet daddy.” Her pout is killing me. She knows that though.

“Where do you want to go then babydoll? Daddy will take anywhere in the world.”

“Let’s get food!”

“Say no more.”

We hopped into the car drove around the city with our stomachs anticipating fattening fast food at this late hour of 2 am. Aya being as drunk as she is wouldn’t sit still. She dragged me into her loud singing spree as she flipped through channels on the radio. She moved her head and hands to the rhythm of the song that’s playing and i watched her every time a red light came our way. What can i say? She likes to be watched. When we pulled into the drive-through she whined to me about how she only wants to eat icecream. But i put that thought to sleep quick. She knew she was being ridiculous.

“Ugh, just get me the stupid meal then.”

“Okay, And can you give me a large cup of ice water also? Thank you.”

“What? No ice cream and i have to drink water!?”

“It’s starting to sound like someone needs a spanking.”

“What i need is ice cream.”

“Oh yeah, you’re acting up. I already told you no ice cream.”

Aya looked away to her right side and mimicked me in “secret” while i payed the man at the window.

“You suck.”

Three minutes later we took off again to find a pretty place to look at the stars tonight. She scarfed down her burger and her water happily while i focused on the road. I could tell she was getting less drunk and i smiled. As much as i love every piece of this girl to bits, drunk aya can be hard to handle.

“Awww babeee! you can see them so clearly tonight!”

“I know, I’ll take you here more often princess.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

It had to be going on three 3 am now as me and aya leaned on my car and looked up at the sky. she entered my arms when the breeze hit us. It wasn’t a cold night but she was because of the ice water i made her drink.

“I love when you take me places like this.”

“Yeah, i realize that now. I remember thinking you would hate places like this. But gladly, you don’t.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, before i got to know you more, you seemed to have more of an appreciation for things like diamonds and expensive vacations.”

“What!? baekhyun, im not an instagram model.”

“I know, i know, i just didn’t know much about you. You can hide your true self better than anyone i have ever met.”

“Don’t you think that’s an issue?”

“An issue? No. It’s closer to being a blessing and a curse.”

“I guess when i really think about it, that’s very accurate.”

She looked at me with smiling eyes and love struck grin.

“I love you.” Aya whispered softly at me.

“how much do you love me?” I tilted my eyebrow at her and smirked.

“To the moon and back.”

I captured her lips in that moment quickly. I can’t help myself when she says things like that to me. Im a sucker for aya’s sweet talk. I hugged her tightly, pushing her body into mine and kissing her deeper than before. There’s no drug in the world that could be beat aya’s lips. Her hands slid through the jacket im wearing and around my waist.

My baby pulled away and looked me in the eyes sweetly. “Isn’t it weird. We always end up having sex in places like this.”

“That’s because nature is so beautiful it gives me a boner.”

“Same.”

I laughed at her comment and she playfully squinted her eyes at me.

“Wait. Are you implying we’re about to have sex.” I raised my eyebrows in question of her words.

She tilted her head before biting her lip, staying silent. Her hands pulled on my shirt and made me follow her footsteps to the backseat of the car. “I think that goes without saying, daddy.” She opened the door and sat on the edge of the seat. “On your knees.”

I slowly obeyed her orders as she slowly opened her jean clad legs. My knees dug into the grass under them, watching aya take her middle and ring fingers to her clothed core. She rubbed there slowly and bit her lip seductively. I gripped the car door and the seat to keep from touching her. She tapped the area softly and hissed, i know she’s just dripping under those pants she’s got on. Her tongue popped out of her mouth to wet her lips quickly, leaving a sexy glisten on them.

Just one touch.

My hand reached out for her and was smacked away without hesitation. I thought that would happen, I turned my head harshly in hopes of cracking my neck and relieving some of this tension in my body. But nothing happened.

Her hands slowly slid up her body and cupped her breast tightly. Just how i would do it if those were my hands on her. I relaxed a bit at the satisfaction and tiled my head. Even though patience isn’t my best friend, im going to slow down and enjoy the show.

She moaned out into the perfect night air and looked me in the eyes while letting her hands roam all over her body. It’s a sight i could get get drunk on. I feel like i already am. I ran a hand through my hair, which is a sure fire sign that my patience is running very thin. Damn it. I can’t just sit here anymore i hav-

My thoughts were interrupted by my cell ringing loudly. I jumped in reaction because of the random loud noise on this quiet night. Aya was too in the zone, she didn’t care what just happened. I looked at the caller id and saw that it was sehun. He probably is calling to ask for his shirt or something stupid. I looked at aya and back to my phone. I should definitely ignore this. But on the other hand it could be important.

“Hello?” I asked, my eyes still focused on aya’s little show.

“Baekhyun! Come home now. It’s the trip we took to phoenix. The authorities might be looking for us.”

“What? That makes no sense!?” Aya jumped and stopped her actions after hearing the tone in my voice.

“We’re having a meeting in 10.”

“Im on my way.”

“You can’t be serious right now.” i said under my breath.

“Look, this is nothing to worry about. You act like we’ve never had a problem with the police before.” Suho said with a calm grin on his face.

“We don’t know anything about the people in phoenix!” Baekhyun yelled in front of the calm man. “You can’t just go there and expect to not die or go to jail.”

“We’ll do our research.” Suho replied simply.

“I second baekhyun, What if it’s a trap.” I said while holding my knees to my chest on this chair.

“It could be. I’ll bring some disposables with me, they’ll help if it is. And if not then i can handle things myself.”

“No. The disposables won’t be able to do shit. We should all go together. I won’t let you handle this alone.” Baekhyun gripped the shoulders of suho. I can tell how worried he is about him. Suho on the other hand looks almost too calm.

“We won’t either.” Chen said with a stern tone.

“So all of us can possibly get into serious trouble together? I don’t think so. You all have to put your trust in me. Im your leader. I’ll bring minseok for better support. But no one else. I don’t want all of you to be dragged into this.” Suho replied dismissively. I don’t know if we can argue with that. “Besides baekhyun, you just got your girl back. You just stay here and be with her.” The man slowly moved the hands off his shoulders with a reassuring smile.

“Hyung i-”

“You know i love you right kid? I want you to stay here and be safe. Because if anything happens to me, i want you to look after everyone as leader.”

“Suho!” Everyone yelled at the man in protest of his sentimental words. Why is he talking like this. Does he believe this is a suicide mission or something.

“Suho shut the fuck up! Stop talking like this!” Baekhyun gripped onto the shirt of his leader with anger and fear.

“Alright, alright. Don’t get your feelings all riled up. You see? This is why we were a mess when we thought aya died. We have to get used to the fact that in this business people die. We might seem untouchable. But we’re damn sure not immortal.” Suho spoke to everyone in the room as if he was a teacher, pulling baekhyun’s hands of fury off of him slowly.

“That doesn’t mean go out and kill yourself, honey.” Jisoo walked to him with concern in her face.

That man thinks there is huge chance he won’t come back alive. I can see it in his face. I sighed as i looked at him embrace jisoo.

Im starting to wonder now,

What would we do without him?

AUTHORS NOTE : All doneeee! im going to start on the next chapter right now! im sooo sorry about the wait the chapter deleted and then i got busy, anywaysss i hope you enjoyeddd im going to work on getting a masterlist up and then archive all my work cuz tumblr is threatening me these days lmao have a lovely dayyy!

kissesss <3 lailaaa ~

#potent savages #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun fic #baekhyun smut #baekhyun gang au #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo smut #exo gang au #blackpink fanfic #blackpink gang au #baekhyun angst

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scaryscarecrows · 5 years

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Little Town (It's a Nosy Village)

Note: they're both babies (well, y'know, KIND OF) so Kitty's a little more reckless and Jonathan's accent is still very much a thing.

Jonathan privately considers Arlen to be the birthplace of every ‘small southern town’ stereotype. They’re spread out, but everybody knows everybody’s business, you go to church or else, and outsiders are welcomed in with wide smiles and gossiped about with wide eyes.

Well. Mostly. To a point. They’ve got their black side, and it’s larger than one would suppose, given the size of the place. Lobotomies happen-the last one he’s aware of took place when he was twelve. Too much of an outsider? You’ll be run out. Nothing so blatant as burning crosses or anything, just…social ostracization is a funny thing.

Why in the world the Richardsons moved here, of all places, is a mystery. They’re not churchgoers (Granny was horrified that her nearest neighbors were heathens), they’re not here for the farming opportunities (such as they are)…why.

He asked, once, out of genuine curiosity. It’s hot, it’s sunny, it’s so…small-town…it has no attraction whatsoever. Apparently Mr. Richardson was writing a book set in the area and wanted the peace. Jonathan doubts that-he was a government worker, for crying out loud-but he let it go. Selfishly, he’s glad. Their presence has granted him with what he hesitantly has dubbed a friend.

Kitty Richardson is five foot nothing of big eyes and freckles and giggling that he doesn’t try to understand. She is also, he has decided, fueled by sugar and Short Person Rage. Seriously, it’s the easiest thing in the world to tick her off. All one has to do is use her as an armrest.

Not that he would do that sort of thing, of course.

He’s read a couple of books involving multi-gendered friendships, and apart from the ridiculousness of ‘everybody decides to date at the end’, they also make the error of ‘good girl, idiot boy’.

This is a complete lie, and if he ever writes a book like that, he’s pointing that out. Kitty is always the one getting them into things. ‘Haunted bridge? Come on, let’s sneak out.’ ‘The fuck did you say about my chest, football player twice my height?’

No one believes him, because she’s tiny and because she’s very, very good at looking innocent and what-do-you-mean-I-didn’t-break-his-nose. Maybe he’s biased, but he thinks she could get away with murder, if she tried hard enough.

“Jonathan?” He blinks and looks down. “You okay?”

FINE FINE EVERYTHING’S FINE NO REASON TO DO SOMETHING STUPID.

“Just tired. Rain kept me up.” She doesn’t look convinced and he’s quick to run damage control. “I don’t think it’s rained like that since y’all moved in.”

He inwardly curses at the slip, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Good.

“Oh, good, so it doesn’t always rain like that.”

“We do get tornadoes.”

“What?” That was a squeak, and that was hilarious. “Tell me you’re joking. Please tell me you’re trying to see how much I’ll believe you.”

“No, we really do get tornadoes sometimes. Nothing awful, but…”

She stares at him in horror.

“I’m going to die.”

He nudges that mental image aside and crams the last of his books into his backpack. There. All set for the weekend, with a bit of light reading to do besides. If he gets any time, and if Granny doesn’t rifle through his backpack again.

He really, really hopes he doesn’t have to spend another night out There.

“Yeah, they might have to get you out of a tree.”

“I hate heights!”

“I really doubt you’d be conscious for that bit.” Or alive and he’d like to change the subject now, thanks. “Come on, a tree blew down last night, we have to take the long way home.”

The ground is squishy under their shoes, even after a whole day of sunshine. He wasn’t so lucky as to have the chapel catch fire, but the Higginson’s barn did-they barely managed to save the horse. Jonathan’s glad, on the horse’s behalf-it’s not her fault the owners are idiots.

And burning to death sounds like a horrible way to go.

They have to pass by the property on this route, and he can see the truck’s gone-probably into town proper for nails or somethin’. It could have been worse, as far as he can tell-the roof’s had, but the walls are still standing.

Kitty draws a sucker from her backpack, unwraps it, and waves it in front of him.

“Lick?”

“No, thank you.”

“Scared of cooties*?”

“Cooties are for children.” He leans back, spine cracking. “So are those, for that matter.”

“Only if you go to church.” she says innocently, pursing her lips around one side of it. It takes him a minute to realize what she’s implying and that mental image is going to be a bitch to get rid of. Thanks a lot.

“Kitty-!”

She cackles and promptly chokes. Serves her right.

The horse trots up to the fence. She looks none the worse for wear and she doesn’t shy back when he puts his hand out.

“Are you allowed to do that?”

“Probably not.” he says absently, letting her blow on his palm before leaning over to pat her neck. “Hey there, big girl, you have a rough night?”

She snorts and shifts obligingly so she’s parallel to the fence. Kitty takes a step back.

“Does she bite?”

“Not if you’re careful. Want to pet her?”

She eyes the horse, clearly a little nervous, and finally nods before rewrapping her sucker and sticking it in her back pocket.

“If she bites me, I’m blaming you.”

He grins-this old nag hardly snaps at flies, in all reality-and motions her over. The horse turns her head, mildly interested in the new small creature in the road.

“Put your hand up like this, nice and flat…easy there, big girl, we’re not gonna hurt you…”

The horse bends her head down and nudges Kitty’s palm. Kitty giggles, more of a surprised sound than anything.

“That tickles!”

“Uh-huh.”

“She’s, uh…really big.”

“You’re very small.” he points out. She shoots him a dirty look. “I’m just saying.”

The mare finally draws her head back and bends down, cropping the grass at the base of the fence. Kitty pops her sucker back in her mouth and looks at her.

“Does she have a name?”

“No idea.” He shifts his backpack to his other shoulder and leans over to pat her neck again. “Good girl.” There’s the sound of the Higginson’s truck-a rattling thing that’s held together through duct tape and prayer-and he steps back. “We should go. They’re…they don’t like me too much.”

“Does anyone?”

“No.”

She loops her arm through his and he wonders why.

“That’s not true.”

“Mm.” No, seriously, why are they now connected. “If you say so.”

“My mum likes you. She says you’re a good influence.” That’s a first, and he’ll be smug about it once he solves the riddle of Why Is She Touching Him. “And I like you, even if you are a goddamn telephone pole.”

Well, that’s nice-wait what he’s very confused.

Also, she’s still touching him and yes it’s nice but there’s no logical reason for it. Books did not prepare him for this. Help.

“Wait. How does she like me? I haven’t met her yet.”

“I’ve told her things.”

Oh god. Like what? What sort of things do normal people tell their guardians about their friends?

He’s doomed.

* * *

He’s not doomed, as it turns out. Mrs. Richardson is a plump woman, a little taller than Kitty (not hard), who practically wrestles him to the dining room table and informs him that he will eat something of his own violation or she will bring out the feeding tube.

“Mu-um-”

“You didn’t tell me this!”

“I did, stop scaring him!”

This has never happened to him before. It’s confusing and he’s starting to wonder if he hit his head or something.

“Oh, Kitty, don’t be dramatic. What do you want to drink, sweetie?”

“Uh, just water, I think-”

“You’re sure? It’s no trouble-”

No. He needs control over this situation.

“No, water’d be fine. Please.” She eyes him as though he might sprout an extra head, but brings him a glass of ice water all the same. “Th-thank you, Ma’am.”

“Don’t you Ma’am me. Mary is fine.”

That goes against everything he knows and it’s just not going to work out. Sorry, Ma’am.

“Mu-um…”

“All right, all right. Behave.”

And with that, she leaves the room and he’s left to wonder what just happened. He thinks he might have just been Mothered, and he’s not sure how to feel about it.

“Mum’s…used to getting her own way.”

Well. He can see where she gets it, then.

He nods, a little overwhelmed, and takes a sip of his water. It’s…nice…in here. Warm. Things aren’t falling apart and his usual where’s Granny and how mad do her footsteps sound senses are quiet.

“Are you eating anything?”

“Motherrrr!”

“I don’t hear chewing!”

Kitty buries her face in her hands and groans, “My god, she’s embarrassing.”

Lest she really have a feeding tube tucked away somewhere, he takes a cookie from the plate. It looks okay. It’s still a little warm between his fingers, even.

Kitty hooks an ankle around a free chair and drags it over to use as a footrest.

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a feeding tube.”

“Pretty sure?” The cookie’s not bad, and he’s relieved to find that it is indeed chocolate chip rather than deceitful bastard, raisin. “That’s…alarming.”

“She was a nurse. We may or may not have some things she borrowed from the hospital upstairs. In case of emergencies.”

“Feeding tube?”

“I’ve never seen one.”

Better be safe than sorry. He reaches for another cookie.

“I expect those cookies gone!” comes a shout from the other room. “Is that clear?”

“Watch your crap telly and stop trying to force-feed him from the living room!”

“Don’t make me come in there!”

That’s it. He knows what’s happened. Either he’s dead, or he’s dying and this is some strange dream.

“We’re eating, Mrs. Richardson.” There. Maybe that’ll placate her.

“Mary!”

Kitty plunks her head onto the table and reaches blindly for the plate.

“Kill me now.”

*Kitty would more likely use the term dreaded lurgi, but we’ll say she picked up the ‘cooties’ term recently (because the comedic flow would be jarred otherwise, so sue me).

#eyes unable to dream #Jonathan Crane #Kitty Richardson #they're so cute my god #look at them #Kitty's mother is really nice #but REALLY embarrassing #Jonathan's never really been Mommed before and he's confused

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shit-i-write · 6 years

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Mors Tua Vita Mea

Request: For my anon who wanted an AOS fic

Pairing: Reader x Quake (slightly), !platonicreader x Veddie

Warnings: Language

Summary: AOS mixed with Venom

Notes: ik i said there would be tongue but this is like 3-4 months late, and I really wanted to give it to my anon, its also a lot longer than I do for regular fics

“Eddie?!” You shout out, your mouth agape.

“Yes (Y/N). We are sending you and Agent Johnson to watch out for Mr. Brock, and his new ‘friend’” Agent Coulson says, sliding out of his seat and coming to stand next to you.

“Eddie as in Edwardo Brockton? Edward ‘Gonna get the Crap™ beat out of him’ Brockton? As in the Eddie I haven’t seen or heard from in almost 7 months?”

Coulson lets out a short chuckle at your “nicknames” for Eddie, and hands you a file. It contained profiles on both Eddie and Venom separately, some documents of their abilities together, and a small picture of them.

“We have reason to believe that they are being targeted by HYDRA, and we want to send both you and Daisy in to do a threat analysis of their current situation,” you look up at this, almost incredulous, and begin to open your mouth, but he cuts you off with “We understand that they are capable of taking care of themselves, but we need you there to just—“

“—keep an eye on them?” you interrupt, understanding where Coulson was going.

He gives you a small, soft smile, and replies, “Exactly.”

“If this is a mission for both Daisy and I…… where is she?”

“Daisy is on another, shorter mission, and will meet up with you a couple of hours after you arrive. We have already contacted Mr. Brock, and he will be waiting for you at the airport. I suggest you start getting your bags packed, you leave in….about….45 minutes.” Coulson looks up from his watch, and you give him a small nod.

Turning to leave for the door, you begin to walk away. As you get ready to walk out, you suddenly turn around to give him a hug, whispering a small ‘Thank You’ in his ear, and running out before he can react.

~~~~~

San Francisco was warm in September.

Warmer than you thought.

You weren’t gonna be phased by the weather, so you continued your way through customs. Even though you were a SHIELD. Agent, for this mission you had to pose as a civilian, which included going through the airport. Skipping the crowd for baggage claim, you walk out into the warm air, and look around, looking for the mop of brown hair you remembered.

The fucker’s nowhere to be seen, knew I should’ve called a cab.

As you continue to curse Eddie out in your head, you pull your phone out to find the nearest Uber or Lyft driver, not noticing the person approaching you from behind.

You did, however, feel the hand on your shoulder.

As an agent, you’re trained to be lithe and ready for any form of attack, which was how you ended up flipping this stranger onto his stomach, on the floor of the airport. You had his arm drawn behind his back, your knee on the small of his back, and a small knife dug into his shoulder. You were ready to yell at the man, interrogate him for getting too close, when you recognized the beat up black leather jacket, and the short crop of hair he had.

“Eddie fucking Brock?” You question, just to be sure. You had not seen him in a while, it was only natural that you were a little cautious.

“Yea, it’s me, I promise! Now will you get off of me, dumbass?” He says, although it’s muffled due to the fact that he’s still on the floor.

“Oh shit! Ye-yeah. ‘M sorry, shitty, I really am”

“It’s cool, truly. As long as you stay over there,” he says, getting up and dusting himself off. When he looks at you, he gives a slightly upset look, but bursts out laughing a few seconds later. You laugh along with him, and jump into his arms, not caring about the people who were watching the altercation as if you were both crazy.

“Is he here? Where’s my venom-babe?” You question, only here for one reason.

“Yea, he’s always here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like him more than me,” he says with a slight chuckle, ready for you to disprove his theory. You only give him a blank stare in return, waiting for him to catch on. His face falls as he realizes, and you burst out in laughter, not able to hold it in any longer.

“I’m joking, love. I came for the both of you, just a little helping out. We can talk more about it later, but not here, Ok?” You fix the duffle on your shoulder, and turn away, “Now….where’s your bike?”

~~~~~

Arriving in front of his apartment, you hop off the bike, and stroll up to the steps. You had been on the back of Eddie’s bike before, so you never rode with a helmet, letting the wind whip through your hair, and feeling the breeze brush against your face.

Even though you had gotten to his apartment complex, you waited till you were sat in his living room before saying anything about your fast arrival. Instead you make light conversation about his living situation.

“Damn bitch, you live like this?”

Eddie gives you a bewildered look, and lets out a loud sigh, “I swear, I leave you alone for 5 minutes, and the internet completely destroys your brain.”

He moves to grab something out of the fridge, while you get settled on the couch. As he walks over and hands you a bottle of water, what he had said registers in your mind.

“5 minutes?! Eddie you haven’t contacted me in 7 months. You’ve got a lot of nerve, Brock. You’re just lucky that I missed you so much, otherwise I would be beating the shit out of you right now,” you say before taking an angry sip of your water, “I bet you Venom wouldn’t even stop me until you were on the verge of passing out.”

“That’s so not true, right V?”

Venom pops his head out at being questioned, then looks from Eddie to you. Instead of answering, Venom crawls down Eddie’s arm, over the back of the small couch, and onto your shoulder. “We would allow it Eddie. You have left (Y/N) alone for so long, they deserve retribution, “ he says, with a wry smile, laughing at Eddie’s bewildered stare.

“You know what, you’re not allowed to be alone with each other. You and the parasite might just plan to cut my dick off in the middle of the night,”

You let out a loud gasp, and cover V’s ears (if they even have them..?), “You take that back now, you heathen! Take it back, or else!”

At that same time, Venom growls out, “Parasite?! Take it back, NOW!”

“No. Or else what?” He says with a grin, believing you wouldn’t do anything.

You let go of V and slide your phone out, ready to pull out the big guns. Eddie’s smile drops a little, but doesn’t leave his face. Clicking on your contacts, you easily find the name you’re looking for, and press the call button. The other person picks up after the third ring, and begins to yell your ear off, talking about how you fell off the face of the earth.

“Hey Anne--” you begin as realization dawns on Eddie’s face. In a flash, he jumps towards you, ready to grab the phone and hang up. You spin out of his way, and continue the conversation, “--I was just calling to tell you--” you leap to the side, place the phone on speaker, and use your strength to keep Eddie at arms length, “--that I’m gonna be staying with Eddie for a few days, maybe a little longer. I just want us to catch up sometime before I leave.”

Allowing Anne to respond, and finishing the conversation with her, you hang up and throw a shit eating grin Eddie’s way.

“You little sh-” He starts.

“Uh uh Brock, we wouldn’t want Anne to get involved now, would we?” The grin never leaving your face.

“Why are you here, anyway (Y/N)?” He drops himself down heavily into the couch, throwing his feet up onto the small coffee table, “I know you’re not here just to catch up.”

Before you could answer, the doorbell rang. Eddie gives you a confused look, not expecting anyone else. You give him a shrug, and hold a hand up to him, to stop him from going towards the door.

“This one smells different,” V pops up and says, then disappears back into Eddie, understanding to stay out of sight.

You hold onto the gun you have hidden at your side, and slowly move towards the door, not wanting the person on the other side to hear you. Looking through the peephole, you let go of your gun and pull the door open, throwing your arms around your girlfriend.

“Wha--well, shit love, I missed you too,” she said to you.

Daisy is good at anticipating many things, but you jumping her in the hallway of a rundown apartment building was not one of them. Although she wasn’t expecting it, she still manages to catch you, and prevents the both of you from falling.

In the midst of your endearing hug, Eddie cleared his throat, looking expectantly at you, hoping for what you guessed was an explanation.

~~~~~

After introducing Daisy to both Eddie and Venom, you explained the reason why you had shown up so unexpectedly. To say V was just a little insulted would have been the understatement of the year. He had nearly thrown a temper tantrum at the insinuation that he couldn’t handle a few humans, and it took everything you and Eddie had to get him relatively calm.

You tried hard to get Venom to understand the severity of the situation, the only luck coming when you managed to bribe him with the incentive of chocolate and tator tots as a celebratory dinner, afterwards.

The plan was set.

You were gonna take them out, tonight.

The information that Coulson gave you about Eddie, also included information about a nearby HYDRA base that was gonna be invaded soon. Your “team” just decided to speed up the invasion, and get Venom and Eddie in the clear.

Daisy’s SHIELD gear consisted of her black and purple catsuit, black combat boots, and her gauntlets. Since you had no powers of your own, your gear was a normal SHIELD catsuit, combat boots, and all the weapons you normally used, including your guns and knives. Eddie, unlike the two of you, only wore regular blue jeans, a plain white T, and his black leather jacket.

“Nice supersuit, dumbass,” Daisy says to Eddie, eliciting a snort from you, and a small growl from Venom.

“At least I don’t look like a damn….”

“A what? Cause I know that you don’t have anything ready to say back” Daisy has a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame, and she aims it at Eddie. Before anything could happen, however, you grab their attention, and tell them that it’s time to start to move out to the warehouse.

Why is it that the bad guys are always holed up in a warehouse?

The warehouse is small, only two stories. The plan was to have Venom come in from above, while you and Daisy made your way from below, and then meet in the middle.

That was the plan you had came up with. The execution of that plan was almost nothing like you envisioned. Yes, Venom came from the roof, and you and Daisy came from the back, but there were barely any HYDRA agents in the building.

Something was definitely wrong.

“There are others” V says, looking around, then promptly looking to the floor, “under us, frightened….but more….noise?”

You strain your ears to hear what Venom was hearing, and what you heard was a low, steady beeping. Daisy looks at you at the same time you realize what the noise was.

“Bomb” you both say simultaneously.

“V, I need you to listen carefully. Those heartbeats below us, yea, they’re most likely hostages that HYDRA had taken. Good guys. You and Daisy need to get to them out of this building, while I find the bomb and deactivate it.”

“No! I’m not leaving you to the bomb alone, Venom can get them out, while--” Daisy starts to say.

“--Daisy, I love you, but it’s just one bomb,” you interrupt her. “There are multiple people that Venom is gonna need help with, please babe, just go help him. I’ll be right out behind you.”

Daisy thinks about what you said, and gives a short nod. Then she grabs the back of your neck and brings you in for a kiss, “I love you too.”

With that, they ran off to find the hostages, and you turn in search of the bomb. It takes you almost 1 full heart pounding minute to find it inside one of the crates.

0:47, not too bad, but I gotta hurry.

This would have been so much better if you actually knew how to defuse a bomb. What you did know how to do, however, was take off the faceplate just below the timer and stare, determined, at the wires underneath.

Fuck it, I’m gonna die.

The timer was now at 0:31, and you still haven’t made any progress with the interior of the bomb. Pushing into your ear, “How’s it going with the hostages?”

“We’ve got all of them together, and we’re moving away from the building….the bomb?”

“I’m working my way through the wires, I should be done before it hits 0.”

“Understood”

Before you could continue, you feel a slimey pull at your feet. Looking down, you see Venom attaching to your leg, and moving up your body. Looking behind you, you see Eddie standing there, waiting.

“The actual fuck are you doing, Brock?” Venom was moving up your body faster, and the bomb was counting down steadily, currently at 0:24.

“I know you don’t know what you’re doing, (Y/N),” Eddie says “And I also know that your girl is out there waiting for you, along with the rest of your team, it would be a real shame if you didn’t make it back to them, wouldn’t it?”

“Eddie, please, Venom can take us both out of here, right V?” Venom surprisingly stays silent at that, “Venom, please, tell Eddie that we can make it out alive, together.” Again, nothing.

“V and I have already talked this over, and this is what we agreed to. You can merge with Venom as well as I can, and now you get to be the hero, like you’ve always wanted.”

“Eddie, please don’t do this, I don’t wanna--” Venom overtakes your face before you can finish, and jumps out the window, without Eddie.

Once outside, Venom retracts into you, and you fell to your knees, tears flowing down your face. The building blew.

“Eddie!” You shout out, your mouth agape.

#for my anon #request #eddie brock #symbrock #venom #veddie #reader insert #x reader #quake #daisy johnson #agents of shield #aos

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sabotajuu-a · 5 years

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SHIP INFO !

TAGGED BY : nobody because my grubby little fingers stole it from @nomither so ty bb <3 TAGGING : everybody with at least one working kidney RULES : answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST, don’t reblog. Who’s ready for me to go into detail when nobody fucking asked me to???

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FAVORITE SHIPS FOR YOUR MUSE ?

I won’t lie, I actually abhor the term OTP because it feels like it’s closing off any potential shipping plots with other muses and characters. To answer this question, I’ll be highlighting my favored dynamics, because I’m a lawless heathen and I spit on your rules.

Let’s get killers over with first. Trapper and Jake has been a long-standing ship of mine, and it’s for obvious reasons. They likely have a long-standing feud of Trapper and Saboteur, and I do love hate-ships. Another favorite dynamic of mine is Doctor and Jake, just because of the machinery Jake can fuck with outside of game mechanics. He may despise Lery’s and all that comes with it, but I do enjoy the thought of him weaponizing some of that medical and electrical equipment against Carter, and it’s entirely Guud_Night’s fault that I even got into Doctor and that one fucking suit of his. Jake... loves a man in uniform, and a man in a suit, and Carter just so happens to check both marks. We don’t talk about the secret cursed ship, thanks. I already told you about my semi-secret guilty pleasure, so hush.

As for survivors, and get ready because this is a complete shocker ( he lied ), but I ship Jake with literally any man that is outlandish, loud, confident, cocky, and / or doesn’t seem to know the meaning of silence or personal space. So you’re looking at Ace, David, and Ash for those particular choices. Jeff is in the middle ground. So why those particular three? Jake absolutely abhors them on first meeting. Their personality types do not mesh well with his own, though he warms up to Ace the quickest, and Ash... let’s just say he still considers introducing that man’s jaw to the floor even after he warms up to Ash. David would probably be that middle-ground because he isn’t as bad as Ash, but he’s not easy to get along with like Ace either.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPS ?

Literally anything, so long as it’s not the obvious incest, pedophilia, non-con brigade. I’m also not willing to write ships with Dwight, Meg, Claudette, or Nea because Jake sees them as family, whether or not there is a pre-established dynamic or not. This is non-negotiable since it is my personal headcanon. With that aside, I’m down for pretty much anything so long as my writing partner is comfortable with the content. I only state that specifically, despite it being an obvious requirement to ship, because I am someone who enjoys exploring some DARK SHIT, but can understand most of that content isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Like full on gore and things like that. I just want people to have some damn fun, y’know?

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE ?

I don’t quite have many age gap issues, aside from Jake being with anyone under 23. It’s a personal comfort, and Jake would much prefer people around his own age or older. As for older, I guess the age cap would be... 60s? I really don’t have much of an issue with older characters because it’s two legal, consenting adults entering a relationship, so... whatever. Older people need love too.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH SHIPPING ?

LMAO fuck no. I’m always down to clown with suffering because that’s what you’re going to get from me. Suffering and random soft shit. I literally love seeing everyone’s characterizations of their muse, and I want to explore all of them. Though I will, at times, have ship exclusives, but the requirements for that to happen are strenuous and I don’t like to limit myself to shipping with 1 person when i can ship with 9283429 people.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW ?

Honestly, intercourse itself. Or, depending on the content, when things dabble into the gorier aspects. Like I said, I’m fine with writing some fucked up shit, so I’ll likely start putting that SFW to NSFW threshold pretty low to avoid complications with other people. I hope that’s blunt enough.

WHAT ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH ?

Out of the fandom, you are free to drop kick your way into my DMs and hit me with that good shit, because wow I love to explore every aspect of potential shipping dynamics.

As for Dead by Daylight, I personally want to explore ships with Frank, Joey, Quentin, Tapp, Adam, and Jeff. I know I mentioned Jeff in that one question above, but I’m going to state him here too since I did say he was more of a middle-man option. I’m still a little ??? on the dynamic itself.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU ?

I mean... how else are you going to ship with me? I don’t like people forcing their ships onto me, and I’d prefer screaming at you about our goblins rather than it being entirely one-sided. I promise you that 99% of the time, just outright kicking me in the head and yelling I WANT OUR BOYS TO KISS will get me to agree and discuss the ship further.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP ?

I honestly do love shipping, but I don’t need to ship to enjoy writing a character. It’s definitely something that can easily be explored, but it isn’t mandatory. I get that Jake isn’t the easiest person to ship with anyway considering he literally hates everyone except, like, four people, and is a feral little creature. But sincerely, I do like to ship whenever the fuck I feel like it.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP ?

Hell yeah. I remember the days singleship was the in, and I honestly felt so restrained. Give me all of your boys and let me love them all, thanks.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS ?

I wouldn’t say I’m either. I basically just ship as chemistry blossoms and discussions are made, so long as the other person is down to clown. So for this question, I’m a big ol’ middle finger that’s been spray painted by the funky little jester that jingles miserably beneath the dirt.

WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM ?

OH, GEE SCOOB WHERE DO I START? JAKE PARK AND GROWING UP WITH A DECENT FATHER. JAKE PARK AND HAPPINESS. JAKE PARK AND SELF-HELP. JAKE PARK AND LITERALLY ANY POSITIVE OPTION THAT I’VE CONVENIENTLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT WHEN WRITING HIS CHARACTER. If you’re looking for a serious answer, you’re looking in the wrong place. I don’t have a favorite ship, so eat rocks.

HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU ?

LITERALLY JUST HIT ME WITH IT. Hit me as hard as you probably smash your Dead Hard key in a stressful situation, only for it to not go off, so you rotate furiously on the ground until the killer picks you up. Just fucking message me and water my crops with your ship, because there is a 99% chance that I either ship it already myself, or that we can work things out. If I can make a viable crossover relationship between a League of Legends champion and a SMITE God with a friend, or an Evil Within 2 character and a TF2 merc with a friend, we can make this work too, probably.

#heeeere's this ???? ? ?? ? ? ? ?#sure #「STUDY」ʰᵉ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵍᵘᶰᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ ; ᵒᶠ ᵃˢʰᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵗᵉᵉˡ #「MUN」ᵒᶠᶠᶤᶜᵉʳ ᵇᵒᵒᵗʸ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵘᵗʸ #「OOC」ᵒᶠ ᶠᶤᵉʳᶜᵉ ᵛᶤᵒˡᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵘᶰʷᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉᶰᵗˡᵉ ˡᶤˡᶤᵉˢ

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Once again I look at my calendar and cannot believe that it is now August, and that two thirds of the year is already gone. The beginning of the " Dog Days of Summer ", means not only the hottest, and here in the northeast the most humid, days of the year, but also marks one of the biggest festivals of the year. The Hloaf Festival, Lammas to some, is one of the oldest festivals celebrated by both the Christian and Heathen faiths. This celebration of the first harvest of the wheat crop allowed our ancestors to replenish their stock of wheat for flour, and to start baking fresh bread once again. On Lammas day in Medieval times it was customary to bring to church a " new crop " loaf of bread, and present it to the priest. This is why it was called the Hloaf Mass. Here in the Northern Hemisphere we celebrate this most important festival on August 1st, but in the Southern Hemisphere it is celebrated on February 1st. The Anglo - Saxon Chronicles refer to this harvest festival as the " Feast of first fruits ". Also in the Anglo - Saxon Chronicles there is written a charm that says that if you break the first loaf of baked bread from the new harvest into four equal pieces, and then place them in each of the four corners of your grain storage area it would protect the harvested wheat from harm. This time of the year, in the Viking Age, also marked the end of the raiding season for many Vikings who would come home with their spoils of war to work their fields, and to harvest their crops. In this modern day and age we take for granted the food that we are provided with. And I mean provided with ! Very few people these days have full gardens to grow their food needs. Even fewer still take their harvest and preserve it for future use as our ancestors did. However, to see the fragility of crops, even with our modern cultivating methods, all you need do is look to the United States midwest region which has been in an immense drought for much of the growing season that is devastating their crops. The farmers in the midwest say it is the worst drought they have seen since the 1950's, and many crops have been cut severely in size, and some have been lost entirely. I am sure that we will not feel the pangs of hunger that our ancestors did, but we will feel the effects at the supermarket in the form of much higher prices. I thank many different Gods and Goddesses during my Hloaf festival ritual. Odin for giving us the breath of life, and making Midgard from the body of Ymir. Mother Earth Jord without whom we could not survive, let alone grow food. Sunna for providing the wonderful sunlight that provides our plants with the ability to use photosynthesis to grow. Freyr for providing the rains that nourish our crops. Freyja whose " magic " sees our crops through to maturity. Sif our wonderful Harvest Queen, and Thor the great protector of crops, and friend to the common farmer, are also very important to honor. I also praise my ancestors, many of whom were farmers right up until modern times. Last year I baked a loaf of bread, which came out a little funny, though it tasted pretty good. This year I am going to bake something a little easier. I bought some of those easy bake rolls that you put in the oven for fifteen minutes or so. What you bake is not as important as the symbolism of baking something made of wheat flour so that you can break the bread before the Gods in their honor. This is the only feast where I do not eat any meat at all. I eat only grown items such as bread, potatoes, vegetables, and fruit. Nuts would be fine as well, but I am not allowed to have them. Before I eat I hold the ritual outside in my backyard. I ceremonially break the bread into small pieces, and spread them over the ground as an offering to Mother Earth Jord. Much in the same way as the Christians gave the first loaf to their priest, I give my first baked bread to Mother Jord. For me it is my way of giving a gift for a gift. Jord gives us the wonderful grain to make flour, and bread from, and I give her the first loaf of the new harvest. I then use my Thor's hammer to bless a pitcher of water, which I pour over the bread to represent the life giving rains which are all important for our crops. This year I will include a special blessing for the farmers in the midwest, and ask the Gods to look after their lands, and to bring back the rains. I also like to ask the local land wights to look after our crops here in New Jersey. We are called the Garden State, and there are still a lot of farms here in New Jersey. For most of us who have forgotten what hunger, and famine, can do to a community of like folk, I ask you to read what happened to the Vikings who tried to make their settlement work in Greenland during some of the worst winters on record. Unfortunately no one on the Island survived, and all that is left are the remains of the buildings that they once inhabited. More recently you could read about those who died during the potato famine in Ireland, or the famines in Africa. We should thank the Gods with all our hearts and souls that we live in such a time of plenty. Remember that when you take each bite of food during your Hloaf festival. I hope you all enjoy your Hloaf festival feast ! And to those who celebrate it as Lammas, may you be blessed this day as well !

Glenn Bergen, author of An Independent Asatru

#lughnasadh #freyfraxi #summer activities #bread

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nemesis-nexus · 5 years

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Full Wolf Moon 2019

HAIL THE ANCIENT FAMILY! The world is a vast and wild place and we are all lucky to be part of it! What was created was meant to keep everything well cared for and to self-replicate with the turning of the Seasons! We humans were put here to be Earth Guardians and Water Protectors, the ones who were meant to oversee everything in our respective areas and to make sure that the Balance was kept so that all things could continue to thrive! However, we have lapsed into a state of complacency that has made many of us falter at our posts! Instead of protecting our Home, many humans are actively destroying it in the name of greed and arrogance, they just call it “Industry” so it sounds consistently progressive which in a sense it is, it is progressively killing off not only entire herds of animals of all kinds, it is progressively destroying the ecosystem which EVERYTHING relies on for survival INCLUDING itself, which they either don’t or don’t WANT TO understand!

Right now we here up North are in the Season of Death called Winter when the Natural World puts itself to bed to reenergize and regenerate, when the Wheel turns once more and the Season of Rebirth called Spring comes ‘round again! When you look at how Nature times everything and how everything always gets taken care of you wonder how it is the disconnect between the Natural World and the so-called Modern World of the Human Race came to be in the first place.

We are one even though we are many and we are connected by the delicate Web that holds all things in existence together!

The Web of Life includes everything and it's constructed very intricately so that every aspect of it and every life form in it plays an integral role. If anything is removed from this Web everything suffers, we have seen this before with other animal and insect species that have become extinct!

A great example; some of the endangered species include bees which if there are no bees left due to pesticides being sprayed on crops and flowers as well as humans just killing them, then we will all die! Bees are responsible for the pollination of not only trees and flowers but crops as well! In short no pollination means no crops, no crops means no food for animals OR humans!

What it comes down to is the human race has a job to do; that is to be the voice for the voiceless and protect those who even though they can fight for themselves cannot defend themselves against aerial assaults, long-range or chemical weapons!

The human race likes to think that it's above everything else and it couldn't be more wrong, the truth is all forms of life on this planet uphold one another and every time we allow a species to go extinct what we're really doing is engineering our own destruction!

The bushfires in Australia saw the deaths of millions of animals and flora, as well as massive amounts of devastation to human families! To find out that 200 HUMANS set these fires DELIBERATELY demonstrates just how deep the disconnection from the Spiritual really is, it’s as enraging as it is heartbreaking! To think that anyone could be so callous or so cruel is almost beyond belief!

As Above, So Below, All Things Great and Small from humans to our quadruped brethren, to our winged sisters and brothers, to our insect kin, all plant life, the rivers, the trees the mountains, we may take on different forms but we all need each other to survive! Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Heart/Spirit all living as one!

Earth = Heart and Earth is the Heart of us all, right now our Mother's heart is breaking because we are not doing what we need to do to heal her from our past and present transgressions, but all that can and will change if we all work together!

I have been saying this for years that if humans put aside their differences and came together as a whole with a common vision and a common goal for the future and shared ideas on how to be more proactive in ways of sustainable farming, banning factory farming, cleaning up the oceans and beaches, moving away from fossil fuels and putting a serious cap on carbon emissions we will make a significant impact and begin to change the current state of things for the better!

These are of course just a few of the things that need to be worked on and I'm not saying it's going to happen overnight but it can happen if we really want it to and we need for it to! If we stay on the course that we're currently on the only end result will be DEATH, not only to the human race but to EVERY species and life forms on the Earth!

As John Lennon once said "You can call me a Dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you will join us and the world can live as one!" Because I truly believe that this is possible and it can be done, we just need to work together to make it happen! It's not going to be easy but it will be worth it especially for future Generations!

They say that the whole purpose of life is to create something that will outlast us and I agree because if we start this now and show people what we mean by sustainable living and renewable energy then the youth who are already stepping up and making their voices heard will join with us and keep it going long after we are gone! We CAN do this people I KNOW we can!

Tonight is the night of the Full Wolf Moon when Wolves can be heard the most and the loudest! In North America (and other areas) wolves, despite their misguided stereotypes, are not feared! Instead they are respected and revered as Spirit Animals and Guides who help the human race to not only keep fighting no matter who or what our aggressor is, but to also be strong in the face of adversity and even tragedy!

Life, Death, Intelligence, Strength, Perseverance, Stamina, Intuition, Nature and the changing of the Seasons are all gifts that have been bequeathed unto not only us but all living things and it is important that we do not forget who we are and why we are here! Remember to always be grateful for what you have but to also never stop striving to improve your situation as Time and Tide waits for NO ONE! The world does not owe us anything; our Great Mother provides everything and we as her children have a duty to show our appreciation by taking care of her and keeping her healthy so that her Heart can go on beating the rhythm of Creation and perpetual Life!

NEVER Back Up! NEVER Back Down!

NEVER Give Up! NEVER Give In!

“Wolves of Odinn

Can you hear them in the distance?

The Wolves are howling, alerting the Clans!

Can you see the shadows stretching across the frozen Tundra?

The hunters are on the move and the Moon is their only light!

Can you feel them all around you?

They are sniffing the air and catching your scent!

Can you understand what is happening?

The ones you called out have answered and are responding!

Can you run fast enough?

Your lies and deceit are about to catch up with you!

Can you cover your tracks?

No matter where you run your footprints in the snow will betray your direction!

Can you withstand the thought of all you disrespected descending upon you?

You thought you had all the power and that we were gone yet HERE WE ARE!

Do you have anything you would like to say before divine justice is reigned down?

Remaining silent will not help you now as your actions have already sealed your fate!

Did you think that we would disappear completely just because you wanted us to?

The reality is we’ve always been here and we’ve been waiting to confront you!

Did you think all the pain you inflicted would be swept away like the sands of time?

We will never forget the agony, rage, denigration or dehumanization you perpetuated!

How long did you think that you could lie, cheat and steal before the world became aware?

Your days are numbered as our Ancestors are screaming out to us and we are listening!

What will become of the world when all the Heathens rise up to reclaim our Place?

A new day will dawn when once again the Earth and all her children can live free again!

Do you know who the Wolves are that are tracking you down and ready to pounce?

WE ARE THE WOLVES OF ODINN AND WE ARE ONE EVEN THOUGH WE ARE MANY!”

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"Dragon Spirit

In Darkness we are born,

To Darkness we shall return!

In the Middle Space of Above and Below,

The Dragons Heart doth burn!

From Stardust we are molded,

Dragons Blood in our veins!

The Sea of Tranquility carries us through,

Until Stardust again is all that remains!

The Dragons are always alert and ready,

Ever observing, hear their call!

They will fight with all due ferocity,

Until the enemy doth fall!

As the Body Earth stands steadfast,

The Breath of Wind does blow,

The Soul Fire inside vigorously churns,

While the Waters of Life doth flow!

The Darkness of this night is deep and it is long,

Comparable only to Family ties that are so strong!

The Great Wheel continues to turn brining on more changes,

It is for us to adapt or die when the script rearranges!

There is no constant and nothing is guaranteed,

But through hard work and effort we find our Dragon Spirit freed!

The most important thing to remember is loyalty to Blood and Spiritual Family,

And adhere to the premise that we are ONE even though we are MANY!"

-HPS Meg “Nemesis Nexus” Prentiss

ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA!

MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INSENCE!

AVÉ IGGIGI!

AVÉ ANUNNA!

AVÉ DRACONIS!

HAIL THE GREAT SERPENT!

RESPECT TO ODINN!

RESPECT TO FRIGGA!

RESPECT TO FREYA!

RESPECT TO FREYR!

RESPECT TO ÞOR!

RESPECT TO BALDUR!

We are ONE even though we are MANY and we stand STRONGEST when we stand TOGETHER!

HAIL THE ANCIENT FAMILY!

🐍🌎🌬💖🌿🦌🐺🐲💧🔥🐉

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convndrums · 7 years

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here the FAWK she ( the semi-finished masterlist of all my characters ) is ! took way too long but hopefully as you proceed to click on the linque below you’ll know why smh but yep ! i’ll be adding their pages on my account when i’m done with them soon i hope and maybe come back with a bunch of connections for each character but for now this is all i got & smash this like or im me for plots i’d love to get on those finally xx

reintroducing amanda wheeler; intro & info page.

queen of irony. rich post- faux country gal who’s a loud homosexual and writes hetero fics/has an indie het smut for the absolute shits and giggles. dates a married woman she’s utterly in love with and will pull the life support cord for. said to be possessed by a possessed flapper. cute and knows it even though she looks like a republican. socially open & everywhere. morally grey.

reintroducing imogen yates; intro & info page. ( tw violence )

the grey area between your mom friend and your drunk aunt. happily vegan & owns a vegan restaurant called the fork, alt. the vegan cult’s lair. won’t kill you, but will convince you she really wants to. local brat tamer. minds her business via minding others. clashed head-first into nature’s very own reset button: amnesia. used to be satan and traumatized everyone. disgustingly active and accomplishing.

reintroducing ethan holland; intro & info page. ( tw suicide )

he is a sk8r boi, she said see ya later boy ( and meant it. they’re dating now. hey lourdes ! ) a nice person, so nice he doesn’t realize how fake he sounds/is. a certified headass. previously a bully/bully enabler, current guilty fuck. #torn. does the most for his loved ones. doesn’t remember his own birthday. googled foot fetishes once. trolls stan twitter with his fake selena gomez stan account when tumblr crashes. burned a sue of cide note with his name scribbled on it.

reintroducing sebastian miller; intro & info page ( tw violence )

kazimer sokolov whom. russian ex-cult member well-adjusted into a mundane life via lies, a fake canadian accent he’s ‘trying to get rid of’, being a twilight saga aficionado and a dickwad, a lame record store and a tumblr blog to keep himself sane by maintaining a general aesthetic and shitting on people and every discourse out there. knives/books sniffer. allegedly fucked a moose. probably kinkshames as a way to deal with his own “kinks” aka please keep the dead bodies away. ( im kidding i swear but [redacted] )

reintroducing prudence zima; intro & info page ( tw death )

parents died in a fire when she was two months old and it shows. idolizes avril lavigne & her favorite movie is lords of dogtown for aesthetics references. dude. social leech or effortless networker ? both. remains in her lane regardless. cry-types probably. here for a good time, not a long time. steals your stash and smokes you out with it. avid dick connoisseur. minimum effort lifestyle. either on her way to become a manager of some one hit wonder band that finds it’s demise in a freak accident, a drug dealer or god forbid, a guidance counselor; depends. mild cool girl syndrome.

reintroducing jennifer meade; intro & info page ( tw death, violence and abuse )

bi/pussy muncher and proud misandrist, first and foremost. remembers killing her brother very fondly. the one girl in a room to call when you want to kill a bug and you’re relieved until she kills it with her bare hand. tops. unstable & chaotic evil, respectively. the ginger devil. biased and has her minion whom she invests a great deal of her time in brain washing and obsessing over. supposedly here to make amends but that’s not happening any time soon.

reintroducing margot williams; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

deserves better. very gay. all her friends are heathens xtra, take it slow. corrects typos in the gc. a nerdy editorial assistant daydreaming about publishing houses instead of the magazine she works for. lowkey shy and she’s angry about it. goes off if she must. jacks off to #knowledge and yuri anime. helps with homework and essays and takes the kids out. deadpan because we’re original but she swears it’s just the face & unresolved trauma. stans her therapist. unofficial older sister.

reintroducing chandler accardi; intro ( re-written ) & info page

needs to do better. dropped out of college for culinary school then dropped out of that too. was engaged to an absolute goddess he ultimately wronged ( with her damn best friend, bitch disgostin* ) and got kicked out to the curb. currently residing in the couch of his sister until things are resolved. thot-by-default & annoying. has like three ( 3 ) redeeming qualities. has never been told to shut up and it shows. works at buzzfeed.

reintroducing abel gautier; intro & info page

french and “confused”. lives a minimalist n’ expensive life. if american psycho & french kiss were the same movie. wine sniffer. the devil bakes croissants. will watch you die. takes grudges to the afterlife. gets attached but either ruins it or ruins it to spare everyone, himself included. falls in love a lot but knows how to calm the fuck down. very giving, fortunately. manipulative but isn’t too wild about bending everything to his will.

reintroducing simini gale; intro & info page ( tw abuse, violence & mental illness )

token white actress & character in rosie’s show. [ britney vc ] its me.... against dissociation. a loud mess with an intense mental state and anger issues dulled out by her prescribed meds and whatever pill she got in the bottom of her manager’s purse. dependent and distraught about it. grocery shopping for garbage food and attending comedy stand up shows half drunk as a hobby. stable ? where. very nice and super flighty. heels are hot. wishes she could fight someone without feeling the urge to actually fight someone.

reintroducing calvin o’shea; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

it’s not just the depression more than the incredible self hatred. walks into rooms with his bad energy, grumpy mood and cunty attitude. graduated college just to shut his dad up. wants to die harder than edward cullen. just doesn’t give a shit. has a baby named freddie mercury ( also known as the antichrist, with alanis, his mortal literal enemy whom he absolutely despises and will not hesitate to put his dick back in again lbr ) who will probably grow up to talk shit about his parents whom he also mentioned in his tell-all book on ellen. works at his family’s bookstore that sucks the life energy out of college students nearing a mental breakdown.

reintroducing isabel pavia; intro & info page ( tw drug use )

contemporary dances her feelings away. too ambitious for her own good but knows what she’s doing. in a goth ass secret society ( here ) a.k.a her new found purpose. knows everything eventually. oddly trustworthy. doesn’t know what speaking loudly is, let alone yelling. loves the moon & has that moon app. had to take painkillers when she twisted her ankle very badly and would take them for a while for stress and performance reasons, but has stopped. a quiet angel.

reintroducing anastasia zeller; intro & info page

ambitious/multi-talented asshole. horror trash & an emotional/mental maze which translates well into her weird works on no sleep reddit and current horror comedy podcast. ( click here for info ). needs a therapist according to a friend, whom she dropped for saying that. will bite your head off. obsessed with her works to an unhealthy point. would love to establish a company and stuff out of it and is working on that. healthy relationships are a semi-foreign concept.

reintroducing morgan booker; intro & info page ( tw death )

vape-curious and takes photos of ghost towns and abandoned-everythings because #vision. had a roadtrip phase like the fake deep idiot he is. morally grey. genuinely here for a good laugh and spreading joy in the form of hover-friendships and taking lit candids of his friends. knows shit and comes off as a creep sometimes but does he really care. knows your mom’s name. lives in a disused hospital bc he’s marinating on that aesthetic.

reintroducing bowie harmon; intro & info page ( tw drug use & abuse )

part of a duo in a web series as the anxious n’ cackling mess. showcases her depressión & anxieté by her colorful wigs n’ new hair dyes. painful receptionist at a tattoo parlor. recovering addict who advocates for drug use. thinks tattooing a ruler on someone’s dick one day would be the peak of her accomplishments as a tattoo artist. daily bad decisions. “ it’s complicated. ” when asked about literally any relationship she has with anyone in her life. traumas include her failed singing career. an ex viner-by-association.

reintroducing shaheen bin baz; intro & info page ( tw violence & mental illness )

the physical deception of going through hell in a short amount of time with zero mental durability to begin with during midterms. trigger-anxious. will shoot your toes off your foot if caught off guard. aided in criminal operations with the brilliance of his mind in codes. would not mind dying. seasons your food. waters his crops in his balcony garden. the grey area between a super laidback dude and a crackhead with violent tendencies. nearing a mental breakdown probably.

reintroducing minka abbott-santos; intro & info page ( tw abuse )

defeats the evil stepmom stereotype one breath at a time. the human embodiment of a deer. gothic angel. alarmingly gets black swan. type to wake up to her staring at you from an armchair across the room, but lovingly, with a book she was reading in hand and two hot cups of tea; she was waiting to start the day with you. spooky until you get to know her and even more spookier when she’s ( note: calmly ) pissed but that’s extremely rare. gentle voice, soul and everything.

reintroducing reuben faulkner; intro & info page ( tw abuse & violence )

rekt hell prince. lived in an amish community with his family until he got kidnapped away from home when he was seven into an awful living situation. doesn’t remember if the gas leak that happened five years later and killed everyone was his doing or not. knows where his real family is after months of tracking them down but. blood kink under investigation. shady bouncer at a shady club. has issues he has no care or time to diminish. fights for the shits and giggles. leaves texts at read. leaves you alone for your own good and his own sanity.

reintroducing alexandra turunen; info page

wants to do everything and be everything and doesn’t know what to do with herself ( read: post-graduation identity crisis ) currently investing in a motorcycle for no reason. essentially jobless. a “retired” kathryn merteuil who “outgrew” her cunning ways since highschool but really only found new socially destructive interests. appears to be self-possessed but she’s #shaken. doesn’t care about how well she presents herself anymore after getting rejected by four universities and refusing to accept her father’s offer to pull some strings to get her in one. sleeps a lot.

reintroducing giuseppe del vecchio; info page ( tw death & drug use )

goes by pepe because well. son of italian oil peeps & is extra. said to be in a cult when all he’s in is this extra ass dining club that does the most for initiation ceremonies. ready to fall in love with you. goes to the king’s college in london and studies business & changes his minor way too often for everyone’s liking. into everything and will be down to do whatever. faux deep. mischievous shit. incredibly unbiased. had his rawrk n’ roll phase that died along with someone in a club literally. still has it but he knows god now & less drugs.

reintroducing kelian scott; info page ( tw death & drug use )

a father/father figure who tries™. runs a mechanic shop/chop shop because bad decisions and dire needs ( had his son to send to school and his daughter who passed away due to a disease he couldn’t afford to treat even after turning his shop into a chop shop. his wife then left him ). stares into the distance. wants the best for the kids but one of them is a junkie ( he doesn’t know yet ) and the other -- his niece -- is an orphan he’s worried about. thinks ahead 24/7. needs to pull out of this dull n’ depressing daily routine he has fallen into like the basic ass divorced dad he is.

reintroducing sal presley; info page

smexy trace & fingerprint detective. talks. the perfect illusion to bring home to your parents and friends. gets shit done which is both a good thing and a bad thing. looks calm, collected n’ well-rested but isn’t. his actual name is salvatore but no. knows how to mix drinks and more; used to showcase his multi-talented ass to make his ( currently ex ) fiancée look good now just himself. was engaged three times; two of those times with the same person. obsessive; gets into his job a little too intensely for no reason but #justice and maybe something else whom knows. loses sleep at least two nights a week as a habit at this point. has an extended family back home he misses occasionally. wishes he could calm down truly.

#smoke:intros #FINALLY RISING HOLY SH-#ill do some plotting n hopefully get on replies soonish hell yea lets GO!

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antlerandbone · 7 years

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Summer Crossquarter / Lughnasadth Questionnaire! The

I tried to alter some questions in case since not everyone observes this day. Feel free to skip any! (And of course if you observe something different on your own or from another culture then write about it!)

I was tagged by:

ofcloudsandstars

. Thanks!

What does Lughnasadh look like where you live?

So hot that the city gets dangerous. Boys get restless and violent. Big, dramatic thunder storms.

Do you Celebrate the mid summer sabbat or have your own celebration?

When it comes to holidays, I start off pretty true to my Celtic reconstructionist roots. Just as Imbolc is a feast celebrating the first hopeful drop of spring in winter, Lughnasadh celebrates the promise of fall. Like many of the Irish festivals, it commemorates a war between the culture gods and nature gods. The sun burned too hot, the crops grew dry and withered. Lugh, a child of both sides of the battle, champion of the Tuatha de Danann, came armed with his thunderbolt spear, straight savage stabbed the sun in its only eye, and brought the rains, saving the crops. Lughnasadh is a celebration of heat, storms, fire and water, fruition, boasting and feasting.

What are some favorite activities that you do on this day or midsummer magic you like to do?

Midsummer where I am is celebrated around June 21st, on the solstice. But on Lughnasadh I will either go to the beach or go stomp around in the woods and go swimming in the stream, and get tipsy with friends.

I won’t get my next tattoo, but I might see it drawn up for the first time, and get it inked shortly after. It has a definite late summer/early fall feel, and my tattoo artist is also heathen, so she gets it.

What are your favorite summer harvest fruits?

Oh man. Nectarines, plums, tomatoes, blackberries, blueberries, and figs.

What are your favorite summer flowers?

Hellebores, coneflowers, sunflowers.

What’s your favorite thing about the middle of summer?

Work slows down. Sacred, beautiful fresh salmon is running. Days are long. Wearing shorts and tank tops and showing off my pedicure. Lounging on rocks in the middle of a stream.

Is there a dish you like to make on this day?

Hm. Let’s say, wild salmon with lemon and fresh garden herbs. Watermelon, tomato, basil, and feta salad. Orzo with cucumber, spinach, garlic, sweet corn, and a bit of lemon and parsley.

Do you have any music you associate with this day or with midsummer in general?

Female driven dance pop and hip hop. Late night gay bar anthems. Afternoon drive to the beach with your girls songs.

Do you prefer Corn or Wheat?

Wheat.

Any projects you are thinking of completing?

Getting my license, buying a car, paying off debt, becoming ever more wise and powerful.

Beer, Cider, Mead or Fruit Juice?

Yes, please. But I’m a mead and cider girl above all.

What are some colors you associate with this day?

Golds, burnt oranges, deep reds and glowing purples. Sunset colours.

Are you a fan of competitive sports?

Only retail. Give me those sweet sales, comps, and margin.

Are you planning to do anything big for August 1st?

Worship the sun and the heat and the water. Go out with my girls.

I’m tagging @marzipanandminutiae , @camarguais , and @demancoal. Of course anyone can participate!

Thanks again for the tag @of !

#Lughnasadh #ask me

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duhragonball · 7 years

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (52/?)

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

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

Previous Chapters conveniently available here

[9 June, 236 Before Age. Luffasworld.]

Just as moons orbited planets and planets orbited stars, the galaxy was a system of at least a hundred billion stars all orbiting around a supermassive black hole at the center. Surrounding the black hole was an accretion disk of matter. This matter was close enough to the black hole to be pulled into its event horizon, and the gravitational forces compressed the matter enough to increase its temperature, causing the entire disk to emit electromagnetic radiation. Among other reasons, this was why the very innermost part of the galaxy was completely uninhabitable by any mortal life forms.

Consequently, when sapient beings spoke of the "center of the galaxy", they usually meant the region that lay safely beyond the accretion disk. In that part of the galactic interior, there lay a dense stellar population of globular clusters, which contained the galaxy's oldest stars. Navigation in this region of space was problematic, though not impossible. Many of the stars in the galactic core had planets and moons, and a number of them were capable of supporting life. But these older stars were formed with lower quantities of heavier elements, and so their planets and moons were born with little in the way of exploitable mineral resources. So while travel and colonization were possible, there was little economic incentive, leaving many of these so-called "Core Worlds" untouched by intelligent life.

Still, there was a market for just about anything in the universe, and the Core Worlds were no exception. Among the galaxy's idle rich, there were those who liked the idea of owning their own planet, even if it was in an inconvenient location. A handful of these actually visited their holdings from time to time, using them as personal retreats.

Luffasworld was such a place, although its owner had no interest in recreation. Indeed, the planet was less than ideal as a vacation getaway. Its orbit around an orange dwarf star was situated in just a way to make the climate habitable, but not enjoyable. There was a temperate zone around the equator, but no one bought an entire planet for just a thin strip of paradise. A hardy band of colonists might have relished the challenge of making a life on the rest of the planet, growing crops in the tough sod of its plains, trapping furs in the taiga forests, or whatever else needed to be done. But such colonists would have gone to a much more accessible planet in the outer rim.

"It's perfect," Luffa said as she stepped off the ramp from her star-yacht. She took a deep breath and started rubbing her hands together excitedly.

"What's so great about this place, anyway?" Keda asked.

"Everything," Luffa said. "There's no moon to worry about, and there's plenty of different environments. Jungles, deserts, mountains, tundra, you name it. The surveyors only did an orbital scan of the planet, but they checked it for potential settlement. The fresh water is potable, and the plants and animals are edible. Everything you could want from a planet."

"Except people," Keda said. "The nearest hospital is twenty light years away. Bad place to have an accident, if you asked me."

"Nah, the whole point of this place is that I can finally cut loose without anyone getting in my way," Luffa said. "Why do you think I spent so much time out in the wilderness back on Dorlu Prime?"

"Because you didn't have your own spaceship back then?" Keda suggested.

"First thing I want to do is set up the shelter," Luffa said. That way you can take the ship on supply runs or whatever else you guys want to do."

"You want us to just leave you here?" Keda asked. The young Dorlun was visibly concerned.

"I'll be fine," Luffa said. "Look, I've got a lot of work to do here, but there's no reason for the rest of you to sit around on a deserted planet waiting on me."

"Yeah, but..."

Luffa snapped her fingers. "No, scratch that, the shelter can wait. First thing I want to do is have a look around. Back in about an hour, okay?"

She leaped into the air and flew off into the horizon. Keda watched her go, then shrugged and went back aboard.

*******

[12 June 236 Before Age. Shafulb.]

Tik-Tak was the Archduke of planet Kopey. It was the title bestowed upon him following the Monarchist Restoration Crisis on his world. His father had been "First Citizen" of Kopey, a title that better suited the Egalitarian Revolution of that period. Before that, Tik-Tak's grandmother had reigned as the Undisputed Sun-Empress. Each of them had held the same basic authority, but the title changed to reflect shifts in the political climate, which were frequent on Kopey. A dynasty like Tik-Tak's had learned to survive by being flexible.

This tradition of flexibility was why he joined Luffa's grand alliance of worlds, which eventually became the Federation. Though he was privately skeptical of the proposal, he couldn't deny the benefits of the alliance, nor could he argue against Luffa's ability to enforce the agreement. And for a time, the Federation had been a successful venture.

But things had changed, as they always did. And so he found himself on Planet Shafulb, a theocratic world which had once been a rival power to Kopey before they had joined together as Federation members. There, he hoped to determine his next move. It might have disturbed his father and grandmother to see him plotting alongside the Vicar of Shafulb, but Tik-Tak knew they would understand.

"Nervous, dearie?" Drang Dedruhn asked. She was a large creature with smooth, shiny skin, black on the back and white on the front. Her blue raiment represented the holy office she served, but her broad smile full of peg-like teeth suggests a more cynical attitude to leadership.

"How can I not be nervous, Vicar?" Tik-Tak asked. "Marshall Booth consolidates his power with each passing day. How long before we must call him 'Federator Booth'?"

"Nonsense!" Drang said with a wave of her flipper-like hand. "Booth has more sense than to usurp Luffa's position so blatantly."

"He has the tact perhaps," Tik-Tak countered. "But I see no reason why he couldn't assume full control of the Council. In a year, he may well rule over us all like an emperor, even if he insists on keeping the title of 'Marshall'."

Drang took a handful of morsels from a bowl on her desk and stuffed them into her mouth. She nudged the bowl towards Tik-Tak, who politely declined. "You should eat more, Tik-Tak," she said. "Your exoskeleton looks a little paler than when I saw you last."

"Ever since Luffa disappeared, Booth has exerted more and more control," Tik-Tak muttered. "He was already in command of the military, but now he no longer takes direction from the Council. Luffa was the only direct check on his authority, and she's gone into exile, which only emboldens him to seize even more power!"

"Booth is incorrigible, isn't he?" Drang chortled. "Worse, he's actually popular for once. He came out of the war looking like a hero, so when he claims more authority, no one seems to mind."

"No one except you, Vicar," Tik-Tak said. "You've defied him rather brazenly, albeit quietly."

She chuckled. "Oh, I merely do as the Holy Tide bids, dearie," Drang said. "I truly wanted to cooperate with Booth's proposal--for the good of the Federation, you understand--but after much consultation and prayer, I simply had to refuse him."

"He could send troops to occupy your moon," Tik-Tak said. "Then build the installation without your permission."

"But he hasn't, Archduke."

"Why not? What do you have over him?"

She smiled insincerely and held out her hands. "I serve a higher power, Tik-Tak. I suppose a heathen such as yourself wouldn't be able to understand that."

"Oh, enough of that," Tik-Tak grumbled. "I will respect your religious office to a point, but my family has crossed swords with you long enough to know better than to underestimate you, Vicar. You know something, don't you? Either you have information that would compromise Booth's power grab, or you've been in contact with Luffa. That must be it. Unless... unless you've entered into secret negotiations with Wist...!"

Drang cackled with relish at this suggestion. "Let's say any of those are true," she replied. "Skies above! Let's say they're all true, why don't we? If I had that kind of inside knowledge, why would I share any of it with you?"

"Fine. Perhaps I have been a bit presumptuous, Vicar," Tik-Tak said, backing down. He clacked his claws together in a apologetic gesture, although he wasn't sure the Shafulbian would recognize this. "But you won't deny that you know something. Something important."

"Oh my," Drang said. "I do believe I see it now. After I turned down Booth's generous proposal to built a military base in my system, he went to you, didn't he?"

"No," Tik-Tak grumbled. "He went to Penticede IV, and my sources tell me they plan to accept. You see? The worlds of the Federation are choosing sides, and if a power like Penticede IV is siding with Booth, then it's only a matter of time before I must choose a well. The choice should be obvious, and yet..."

"And yet I would seem to have made the foolish choice," Drang chuckled. "Only I'm no fool, am I, Tik-Tak? Your grandmother found that out the hard way during the Eight Years War, didn't she?"

Tik-Tak nodded.

"Oh, your grandmother. There are days when I actually miss that old harlot," Drang said wistfully. "Tell you what, why don't we talk again in a few weeks? I'll visit Kopey and we can tour the spot where the Sun-Empress and I signed the treaty. And if you haven't found your answer by then, I'll share it with you."

*******

[26 June 236 Before Age. Luffasworld]

There had been sensor sweeps and geological surveys of Luffasworld, but these had all been conducted years ago, and from orbit. None of the planet's features had ever been named or even catalogued, and so the honor fell upon the world's new owner, who didn't especially care. Upon visiting the three largest deserts on the planet, she eventually named them "Easy", "Medium" and "Hard" in order of the severity of their climate. To keep from getting lost, she preferred to make her own landmarks, like the fifty-foot wide trenches she had made in Hard Desert.

She had fallen into a routine as of late. By the end of her day, after drilling various ki techniques in Hard Desert, she would fly west to Target Practice Mountain, mostly to blow off steam. Then she would take the long way back to Campsite Forest, and admire the sunset along one of the shorelines. If anyone had asked her to name it, she might have called it "Pretty Coast".

In the center of Campsite Forest was a dome-shaped building atop a mound of earth. She had built both herself, using clay and rock from other locations. For a time, she had considered building more, since the first project had been a decent workout, but she had turned her attention to other regimens.

"I'm home," she called as she walked through the archway entrance.

"You're back early," Zatte said. She was reading a computer pad and sitting in one of the deck chairs they had taken from the yacht. Most of the furniture had come from the ship, which had been designed as a luxury pleasure craft, so while the house itself was primitive, the interior was oddly stylish.

"Well, I had a pretty good day out there, so I figured I'd quit while I was ahead," Luffa said. She crossed the room and inspected the slow cooker in the area they had designated as the kitchen. "I think I'm gonna bake some of those tubers I found for dinner. How many you want?"

"None," Zatte said. "I'm still checking them."

Luffa turned to face her and crossed her arms. "Zattie, they're fine."

"I know."

"The medical scanner cleared them. No toxins, no pathogens. Just plenty of starch and Vitamin B6."

"I know. You showed me."

"Then why won't you eat them?"

"I did eat a piece of one," Zatte said. "I rubbed a little on my arm and didn't get a rash, then I tasted it. Nothing wrong there, so I ate it. If I don't get sick in the next three days, it's fine."

"That's dumb," Luffa said.

"No, it's the Universal Edibility Test," Zatte said. "It's a Dorlun ritual on an unfamiliar planet. Not everybody has a cast iron stomach like you Saiyans."

"Oh, come on," Luffa snorted.

"You should listen to me. My species has tamed harsher environments than this with a lot less technology than what we've got," Zatte said, raising her index finger. "What if there's toxins on this planet that aren't in the scanner's database? What if the scanner breaks down for some reason? We're a long way from a repair shop, you know. You're lucky you've got an expert survivalist like me here to watch out for you."

"Yeah, but I still think you worry too much," Luffa said.

"Aw, you say the sweetest things sometimes," Zatte said. "But I still don't want any tubers. Ask me again in three days."

"Fine, more for me, I guess," Luffa said with a shrug. She activated the portable stovetop and began poking holes in some tubers with a fork. "At least you like my pot roast. Anything going on around here?"

"Keda called. She's on her way back from the Hobstot System. Should be back at the landing site tomorrow night. I thought we'd go over and see her."

"Sounds good. I hope she found more of that cheese I liked. It'd really go well with these tubers..."

"Oh, I think I finally straightened things out with the caterers."

"Good," Luffa said. "What was their problem anyway?"

"Somebody got the order mixed up and thought you were a Sayvunn," Zatte explained. "So they couldn't understand why we wanted so much food for such a small guest list."

"Sayvunn?" Luffa asked.

"Yeah, I've never heard of them either, but apparently they only eat once a week."

"Poor bastards," Luffa said. "Well, that's their problem. So are we all set now or what?"

"I still need to clear up a few details on the license application, but yeah, I think we're on," Zatte said. "You nervous?"

"Honestly? Yeah."

"It's just a ceremony," Zatte said. "We don't even have to do that part to make it official. You're the one who wanted to get dressed up."

"I know," Luffa said. "I just thought my first marriage was going to last forever, and... well you know how that turned out."

"Right."

"I mean I'm sure about this. I want to do this, but I was so sure the last time, too. I never expected to be doing it all over again, and you're an alien, and I've changed so much, and..."

"I know what you mean," Zatte said. "Well, I've never been married before, but everything else..."

Luffa finished wrapping the last tuber in aluminum foil, then sniffed at the air. "Did you hear that?" she asked.

"No," Zatte said. She laid down her pad and rose from her seat. "What is it?"

Luffa pointed to one of the round windows along the wall. "Sounded like something rustling around outside the house. Like an animal, but I can't pick up a scent."

"It'd better not be," Zatte said. "I put enough sharpened stakes along the hillside to discourage just about anything."

"Could be something smaller, like a scavenger," Luffa said. "Come on, we'd better take look."

*******

[26 June 236 Before Age. Kopey.]

The Eight Years War between Shafulb and Kopey had formally ended with a treaty signing on Kopey, which at the time was viewed as a great step forward for the cause of galactic peace. The site was dedicated as a monument, but that was one century and two revolutions ago, and eventually the entire area was rezoned for commercial use. Drang and Tik-Tak sat at a corner table of a sports bar, which was as close as one could get to the original location of the treaty signing without smashing a wall and stepping halfway into the restroom on the other side.

"Times have certainly changed," Drang chuckled as she dipped her appetizers into various sauces. Tik-Tak thought she resembled a painter choosing a palette for a canvas.

"It must be difficult for you to see this area built up this way," Tik-Tak said.

"Not at all, dearie," she replied. "The food at the treaty signing was lousy. They needed a good restaurant around here, and now they finally have one. Better late than never, I always say."

For security purposes, the two heads of state had the entire establishment to themselves. A crowd of armed guards stood at the entranceway and at least one stood on the opposite corner of the room, occasionally giving suspicious looks to the waitstaff. Drang had asked that the video monitors in the room be changed to news feeds, and they had been watching the latest coverage for the past twenty minutes.

"How did you know?" Tik-Tak finally asked. She simply giggled and placed an appetizer into her mouth.

He was referring to recent developments in Federation politics. Marshall Booth's planned construction on Penticede IV had backfired spectacularly. The Pentiss legislature had tried to ramrod the approval against public outcry. Eventually, the planet's prime executive vetoed the measure in an attempt to bolster sagging poll numbers. At the same time, Booth's people had been trying to survey the construction site, figuring the arrangement was a certainty. Protests erupted across the planet, and the next election cycle on Penicede IV was now being interpreted as a referendum on Booth's power grab.

Today's top story was a new wrinkle: the protests had spread to other worlds across the Federation, including Booth's homeworld of Woshad. One of the video screens showed dramatic footage of armed soldiers confronting civilians. Most of the protestors had their hair dyed yellow, or they wore yellow wigs. Many of them held out their hands and curled in their fingers, as though daring the troops to come and get them.

"Normally, I despise the idea of a free press," Drang said between bites. "But I have to admit that it has its advantages."

"My sources tell me that Booth is already backing down," Tik-Tak said. "He had come here looking to set up another military installation on my world, but he revoked the proposal the day after all of... this got started."

"He'd better work fast," Drang said with an amused snort. "Or he'll be worse off than when he started this little power play."

"But these are just... protests," Tik-Tak exclaimed. "He has the power..."

"They're not just protests, Archduke. They're a reminder," Drang said. "Booth never had the power for any of this. Otherwise, he would have conquered both our planets and every other Federation world years before Luffa arrived on the scene. He's only as powerful as he is now because Luffa formed the Federation, and because Luffa convinced the member worlds agreed to pool their military forces under his command."

"But Luffa is gone!" Tik-Tak said. "And she was defeated..."

"She'll be back," Drang said. "That's the message those little heathens are sending to Booth. He can have his way for now, but if he steps too far out of line..." She trailed off and began to laugh at the thought of that reckoning.

"But you don't know that!" Tik-Tak argued. "No one does!"

"You're right," Drang said. "For all we know she's already faced the Shockmaster again and he killed her. Or she's abandoned the Federation once and for all. But the people believe otherwise, and even if they're wrong, that belief has left an indelible impression. They'll never be as powerful as a Super Saiyan, but she's shown them how to be just as stubborn and defiant. Booth might be rid of her, but he won't do away with her legacy quite so easily."

He clicked his claws for a moment and stared at the footage on the screen. Most of the protesters looked somewhat foolish in their homemade Luffa costumes, but there was a humanoid woman in the crowd who looked just enough like a Saiyan that he almost thought it was the real thing. He was startled for a moment, and then he realized that if Booth saw this same footage, the Marshall would probably be even more startled.

"But it's all based on nothing but speculation," he mumbled. "A gamble."

"No, not a gamble, Tik-Tak," Drang said with a smug grin. "It's faith. The same thing that's kept me in power for over a century. Whether you believe it or not, the people on Shafulb believe I'm their rightful leader, and I do try not to dissuade them. I'd prefer that these sinful rabble put their trust in something less secular, but the principle is the same. Luffa's no saint, but she's fought for the Federation before, and asked for very little in return. Small wonder she would become this kind of inspiration."

She looked down at her appetizers and smiled at the site of them. "Hmmph, all this over a little Saiyan. Amazing, really. You know, you really should have something to eat, Tik-Tak. You're no good to your people if you're malnourished."

He looked at the video screens again, and then down at the plate laid before him. He hadn't even touched his share of the meal. For the first time in weeks, he found he had an appetite again.

"You know, Vicar," he said, glancing back at the protest footage one more time. "I believe I will."

*******

[26 June 236 Before Age. Kopey.]

Well after sunset, Luffa sat on the ground outside of the house, covered in wet towels. Behind her, Zatte was scrubbing her hair and trying not to laugh.

"It's not funny," Luffa fumed.

"Why did you try to grab it in the first place?" Zatte asked. She dipped a towel into a bucket, wrung it, then went back to work.

"I thought it looked tasty, all right?" Luffa said. "How was I supposed to know it could spray that awful smell out of its butt?"

"At least the stench is almost gone," Zatte said. "Lucky for you we had enough baking soda and hydrogen peroxide to mix up this antidote. Otherwise you might have had to sleep out here tonight."

"Shut up!" Luffa growled. "If you think it stinks, just imagine how bad it is for me."

"I know," Zatte said patiently. "You're very sensitive that way."

"If the little creep hadn't sprayed me and burned out my nostrils, I bet I could track him from a mile away," Luffa muttered. Then she started shaking her fist as she shouted into the forest: "And I will, too, you hear me?! This isn't over! I'll eat your entire race!"

Zatte gave up on trying not to laugh.

"Don't you dare mention any of this to Keda," Luffa warned.

"Why would I--?"

"I mean it, Zattie. Not one word..."

"Fine. If she asks what we’ve been up to lately, I'll tell her you read love poetry to me all night."

"For an 'expert survivalist', you sure like living dangerously," Luffa growled.

"I'd better wash your tail, just to be on the safe side." Zatte said.

Luffa crossed her arms and pouted.

"So did the last Super Saiyan ever get married?" Zatte asked.

"Huh?"

"I was just thinking about it before," Zatte said as she soaked another towel in the bucket.

"Well, you're kind of putting me on the spot," Luffa said, her tone growing more relaxed as she gathered her thoughts. "All the old stories say Chanisp had a harem. Consorts, concubines, servant girls, 'advisors', you name it. Some of those might have been full-on spouses, but there's no way to know."

"Doesn't sound much like any Saiyan I ever heard of," Zatte observed.

"You’re right, come to think of it, but he was a big shot," Luffa said. "He saved the entire Saiyan race from extinction, and then he went off looking for even bigger battles to fight. They say he conquered so many planets that he had to conquer a whole other planet just to store all the spoils."

"And all the women," Zatte added.

"Yeah, he had an entire castle for them," Luffa said. "Anyway, he could do anything he pleased, so maybe he didn't feel so inhibited about... you know. He had about two-hundred children, and those were just the full-blooded Saiyans. No telling how many half-breeds he sired. I don't know how you'd keep track of a family that big..."

"Compared to all that, a second marriage doesn't sound so difficult," Zatte said.

"Heh. When you put it that way, I guess not."

Luffa looked up at the night sky. Being so close to the galactic center meant that there were far more stars to see, and the sky was much brighter than she was used to on a planet like this. Zatte dumped out the bucket and started putting the towels away.

"So do I get to sleep inside?" Luffa asked.

"I think you're back to tolerable levels," Zatte said. "So you can come back in the house. The harem took a vote and it was unanimous."

Luffa made a sigh of mock relief, and they went back into the house, arm in arm.

NEXT: Long Shadows.

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