#i shat this out so fast i need to go to bed i work soon dfhgbdhgbdfg

[chrispypapas]

every time you post art whether it be on here or on the ask blog it has me giggling and kicking my feet like a little girl please keep up the good work

the two sides of my brain

[blingblong55]

gaaahh I love your platonic TF141 x reader!! I was wonder if we could get some more, but for a Gn!Reader?

for context I find it hard to swap pronouns when reading, but if not that's fine lol!

and if you want, have some writing prompts!

-Southern!Reader gets drunk, acting like a fool, they're accent the strongest it's ever been, and TF141 is just "wtf are they even saying?"

-general shenanigans with Gaz and Reader, pranking ghost >:]

-SNOW DAY! the boys have the day off, and it ends up with a snowball fight, soap, ghost, and reader VS. gaz, price, and könig (yes I added him I am a simp for this man)

-Reader gets hit on in public, and 141 acts like big brothers + father and beat the crap outa whoever was unfortunate enough to pick on Reader

-DAD PRICE. just. him teaching Reader things, giving pointers, and being protective off-field

anyways sorry for the long ask! hope your doing well :]

Sweet Creature -141+König

ofc! I always try to make my readers comfortable when reading so never shy away for asking this!

This is a collection of moments your boys have been through with you...(there is mentions of an American reader, but if you please it can only apply to the first one.)

GN! Reader, Plantonic! Relationship

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(I had to look up southern sayings so if this part doesn't make sense I apologize. (feeling too brit today..sorry))

After a much needed out in the town 141 had been deployed to, r/n decided it would be great to compete against Soap in a drinking game. Drink after drink, your once good basic American accent left your lips and was soon replaced with your souther accent. Price at first found it funny, until he couldn't tell exactly what you were trying to say.

Gaz: that was until I dropped it all

R/n to Ghost: That's 'bout as useful as tits on a bull, wouldn't ya'say?

Price: *chuckles* what does that even mean kid?

R/n: o' bless ya heart sir (apparently it means idiot,,,so don't come for me) y'dumber than a mule

*a woman passes by their table and Gaz starts checking her out*

R/n: look at him price, he's grinnin' like a possum eatin' a sweet tater

Price: seriously what does that mean?

Ghost: think they mean he looks like a dumb arse

Gaz stands up to try and talk to that woman

R/n: soap tell em somethin'

Soap: go get her tiger

R/n: No, no,,,you hold your horses now...she ain't even turn to ya and yo're hotter than hell al'ready?

Price: right...let's get you home r/n

R/n: I can take 'nother one....

Ghost: not today *he picks you up and off to base you go*

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After an uneventful evening Gaz and r/n decided to annoy Ghost, a ritual Price had gotten used to, after Ghost came in to complain every week. Price would always discard them because he loved having his children smile and be young and happy.

There was one time where you placed syrup on his tea. Another time, you kept calling his phone, pretending to be some religious group, this went on for 3 months. One time you made him believe the whole base left him, you stole his phone and clothes, best believe you never saw the devil until that day.

2 weeks ago, Ghost was tricked into eating some expired MRE, that man got sick so easily, Gaz was tricked into taking the blame. Meanwhile you enjoyed some banana with soap as Ghost chased Gaz for 30 minutes, until you tripped Gaz and ran to price.

R/n: dumb bitch!*you ran so fast, soap swore it was you being chased*

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This happened at 2 am, Ghost's room.

You and gaz know how much ghost hates dirty bed sheets. So you did this:

Gaz: r/n pass me the chocolate

R/n: why are we doing this again?

Gaz: its fun

R/n: how will this even work?

Gaz: it'll melt under his body and make it look like he shat himself

R/n: this is so cool

Gaz: shh

you two walked into Ghost's room, he was dead asleep, when he shifted to his left side, Gaz placed the chocolate near his bum, you two successfully ran out and waited outside all morning.

Ghost opens his door, anger flowing through him

Ghost: where are these little twats

That's when you and Gaz ran away to Price's office, he eventually caught up and complained to Price. (I'm picturing that office scene when Dwight and Jim are complaining to Micheal. Yes, the American one. )

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time the team was deployed to Switzerland, for everyone it all felt like home, spring and summer was quite lovely, that's until Price was told this deployment would be longer that expected. Winter rolled in, everyone was prepared for a harsh winter, except you, who had never experienced snow. You had told soap how every year when you're away from home, snow has hit hard, and that you had never seen snow in real life.

This had become a perfect opportunity for him to show you how much you meant for the team. So once he had told price about the sad story of yours, they planned an entire day out.

Soap: c'mon r/n its time for your surprise.

He bought you gloves and a scarf,( he knows how easily it is to get cold.) Once outside, you ran around screaming in delight. "This is awesome!" you said as you tackled soap onto the snow.

Gaz was the one who started the snowball fight. Price took his side. Ghost and soap took yours. Poor König was stuck in the middle, deciding who to join, until price dragged him to his side and that's when the fight seriously started.

(Picture that SpongeBob snowball fight)

Soap tripped multiple times, your face was covered in snow because you couldn't stop laughing at him. Ghost did most of the dirty work, he seriously took this serious.

He pulled you both down, "right, so while I get price, r/n you get König, he'll feel bad for throwing things at a midget and quit, gaz will soon give up, so soap he is all yours.

"That was mean man" you said but all he did was push you to the floor, where you got stuck for 2 minutes. He eventually helped you up and continued the fight.

Even though he was a trained soldier, König never threw anything at any of you, he was too afraid of getting anybody injured. Best believe this man walked out and waited until things became friendly. He eventually built a snowman. The same one soap ran through. "awh, my snow friend" he sadly spoke. (please imagine this with his cute little Austrian accent and his giant figure just looking down and picking up the sticks and hat from his snowman..)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This time around you encouraged the team to go out once more. It was September in some other country. After years of working with your boys you never expected them to be your guard dogs. You went up to the bar to order your drinks, until two people walked up behind you and sat at the stools beside you. (I'll let ya decided on the gender ;) )

"What is a cute thing like you doing around this place" one spoke, while the other got too close for comfort.

" Look whatever it is..I'm not interested" you answered,

The guys know you're able to fend for yourself, after all they've seen you kill men with your bare hands, but you had become their little sibling. They all swore to protect you no matter how big or small your problems were.

"You're just here by yourself love?" the other said, while reaching for you.

Price tapped that persons shoulder, "leave them alone," as price spoke to them, soap took you and brought you to the other side. "You stay here, understood?" he cupped your face in his hand.

All you did was nod. "good" he walked away and the four men took them out the back. "you don't touch them ever, or else I swear you'll go back home in a bag" Ghost towered over them,

"this is nonsense, they aren't even good looking!" one said.

(this is very...manners maketh man...vibes )

Price swung and hit ones jaw, "you fuck!" they said holding onto their face. "run you pricks" gaz threatened. "Soap hand me your gun"Price never took his eyes off of them. Ghost took out on of his pocket knives, he caressed it and looked at them. Gaz did too, man would he defend you.

But before soap handed his gun to his captain they had ran out.

Once inside, you sat there. Starring at them with those kind eyes of yours. They immediately went soft. "Got your favorite drink, kid?"

"yes, can I asked what happened out there?"

"nope...after this we can get some McDonalds, that's if you never ask about this again" man was he good at deals you thought.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(For this one I'll put you as a 23yr old, who specializes in hand to hand combat, and demolitions, as well as a training sniper, mainly bc i feel you need a little background.)

Price never understood how his colleagues could afford love for their kids. He didn't get how one little human would change their ways of being. That's until you arrived at base. Fresh off boot camp.

The day he met you, he understood why his friends back home retired after having kids. It went from him sparring with you, just to test your limits to making sure you were getting sleep, (this man for sure tucked you in)

"Sir, you're telling me that if I boil that liquid it will actually turn into a quality beverage?"

"How do I change my tire?"

"wait..how do I check for my oil?"

"price? are you sure I can go home? I don't want to be alone."

" can you please kill it? I'm scared man."

After teaching you from the most basic things in life a father should teach to what a military dad would teach, he grew fond of you.

Around December he found you roaming base, all alone. The rest of the team (except him ofc) was sent back home, to spend time with family and friends. Once you explain how you had no family to go back home to, he made you pack your bags and head to his. Funny enough, Ghost was already heading to his, it had become a thing between them.

He told you about his wife, how she wasn't able to conceive and how excited she was to met you. Later that week, she called you her child. You and Ghost had found a forever home with him. "These are my children." she proudly said to anyone who asked about the two socially awkward people standing next to her.

A week before Christmas, he took you and ghost hunting, that day he let you have a puff off of his cigar. "be careful now, don't inhale too much." he pointed at you, like he was talking to a child.

After the holiday, you were allowed to call him dad, pops when you were at his place.

Out at bars, he would keep you close. And when someone would clearly flirt with you, it was in him to remind you "no person will ever be good enough for you, understand kid?"

He even cracked dad jokes with Ghost and you. He made sure to update his family portrait from him and his wife to one of the four of you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tags: @thatonesimpyknow

a/n: I know It really long..but I hope you did enjoy it!

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + NANAMI KENTO || one year milestone

request: hi hi! I love your Nanami and pregnant reader hc! If you’re in the mood, can I request some hc of nanami as a first time sad taking care of the new baby? Maybe across the first year of life? Thank you xoxo

note: hi love! I am glad that you seem to love the hc so much! writing for nanami as a dad is my new favourite thing cx and of course! i loved exploring this idea more and more, so this is definitely a lot of fun for me! i hope you enjoy reading your request!

you can read the post mentioned here!

pronouns: she/her

nanami always wants to be prepared, no matter what the situation may be

whilst you were still recovering, he actually spent a lot of time with the nurses on the maternity ward, asking them all the questions he has when it comes to taking care of a newborn 

the nurses are delighted at the idea that a husband wants to be so involved when it comes to their child, so they answer all his questions quite excitedly 

even invite him to watch as they do things like give the babies a bath, how to swaddle a new baby, and all the basics he needs to know about taking care of your newborn

since you need to be in confinement after you are discharged, he knows he needs to take care of your son for the most part, so he wants to be prepared

you were amused since he is taking this as seriously as everything else he does, even though your son has only been on this planet for one day

with that being said though - nanami is still ever attentive to your needs; always making sure that you are okay, and that you’re recovering well leading up to your discharge date

once you’re home, nanami mostly left the confinement nanny to call the shots; getting her everything she needed to cook the right foods for you, making sure you’re going to be at home and not going out throughout the entire month 

for the most part i think he struggled to change your son’s diaper at first, like any other new parent. he has been shot at with pee and shat on because he was not fast before; but he had learnt his lesson fast lol

also - he is such a private person that his parents have to threaten to come and visit for him to send them pictures. he knew that if they came to visit, the confinement nanny will murder him for disobeying orders

and he is actually scared of the short and plump woman - no one should ever anger a short and plump asian woman if they want to die a peaceful death

when your confinement period is over and you can really start to become the parent you want to be, nanami had already gotten the basics down

he knows how to do things like give your son a shower, how to change him, burp him properly, and even how to put him to sleep if he refuses to go to bed. nanami discovered that he enjoys listening to him reading to him 

because of this, every night without fail, nanami and you will cuddle up in bed with your son against your chest; the both of you quietly narrating the story to your son as he blinked his wide blue eyes up at you

you two work on a day system when it comes to checking up on your son in the middle of the night - if you went yesterday, nanami is supposed to go 

but you two break that rule often - you’d go and take care of your son if nanami had to do overtime the day before, and nanami goes to take care of him when he realises how drained you are from everything

nanami cradles him against his chest in the morning before he goes to work; cuddling your son against his chest with one hand whilst the other is holding his coffee mug away from your slumbering son

hates to leave him in the morning; it’s so funny to see your usually really very punctual and “always following his schedule” husband breaking his routine so he can cuddle your son a little longer 

will force himself to let him go when you remind him that he is going to be late. pressing a loving kiss against his head and a parting kiss against your lips, a warm smile on his face

“i’ll be back soon, darling. keep the fort up while i am gone.”

since you had wanted to take some time off of work to care for your child, it was not abnormal to spend it taking pictures and videos to send to your husband throughout the day; pictures and videos that he saves in a separate library on his phone

you had brought your son over to the college once you’ve recovered, making sure that nanami was in for the day to surprise him 

and surprise him you did - it was the first time anyone outside the both of you had seen your son in person, so the students and gojo were staring at the baby in awe as nanami gently cradles your cutely dressed son in his arms 

it was then that people saw a more softer and relaxed side of nanami; something that even goj had never seen before. just seeing the man bounce the sleeping baby in his arms with a serene look on his face is quite jarring

he’d make sure that everyone sanitise or clean themselves before getting to carry your newborn; besides shoko, who he just naturally trusts since the woman naturally knows what to do when handling a baby 

always hovering over the others when they are carrying your son because he is genuinely worried that someone might drop him, or make him fee discomfort

gojo would tease him to try and ‘lighten up’ a little, and nanami swears that he if gojo was not holding on your son at that very moment, he would have launched his ass out of the college

nanami will return with a few handmade gifts from yaga-sensei, like clothes and his own magical stuffed doll because he just can’t say no to his formal sensei

refuses to hire a nanny if he can avoid it, since he wants to be there for all the firsts - first time he rolled onto his belly, first time crawling, first time saying a word. he wants to be there for everything 

loves getting your son toys that requires him to do some thinking to figure it out, because he wants your son to start learning how to use critical thinking skills 

you try to remind him all the time that he is barely hitting one years old, but nanami doesn’t care - and once he sets his mind to it, it’s hard to say no to him

enjoys reading to your son with those cute baby interactive books; finger puppets and soft materials your son can reach out to touch. somehow makes the story sound good with his voice lol 

always volunteers to stay up if your son is being a little rowdy and refuses to go to bed on time, since this is the time where he gets to ‘make up’ the lost time whilst he was at work

always gets him something after being away on mission - like hed’d buy you flowers or a small gift whenever he comes home, he does the same for your son

lets him play with his tie and sword, but only if he is under his supervision

sometimes you’d walk him with in on them playing with one another, nanami playfully ‘eating’ his tiny fingers as your son giggles and squeals at the sensation

you always record and take pictures of these moments when you can because you just find them so cute and endearing to look back on

will splurge on your son - does not care that he is still growing. he is going to be wearing the best of the best; even if he is going to outgrow them. nanami does not slack when it comes to your son’s wardrobe

or yours honestly - so you guys will be the most fashion-savvy family in the entire part when you guys have small family outings

nanami was quite the supportive father when your son is trying to learn how to walk; always keeping close and holding his tiny hands in his to support him as he walks 

even if your son is a ‘slow learner’, he’s a patient man. he will quietly encourage him and slow down so that he matches your son’s pace

rewards him with cuddles and kisses when he does something right, and is willing to be the bad parent whenever he does something wrong; but that’s because he just wants the best for him 

all in all, soft!dad nanami who is a good balance between good and bad cop, knowing that you struggle to find that balance sometimes. but he does not mind, because he will always go out of his way to make sure that both you and the bean is happy

because as long as you two are happy, there is nothing more than he can ever ask for. just coming home to you two makes all the things he does worth it at the end of the day

© roscgcld — all rights reserved to me, rose, the author and creator of these works. do not repost/translate/claim my work as yours on any platform.

[lonerotaku]

5 o’clock

Eustass Kid x F Reader

So hi I was listening to T-Pain while cooking, so I wrote this instead of doing my college work lol I just shat it out, but let me know if I should continue it I kinda stopped at the “Floor to the dresser” part of the song. Kinda wanted to go to “Damn bae you woke me up-”

It’s 5 a.m and here you lie, alone, in the bed of Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid Pirates. Kid and the rest of the crew went out to party earlier in the night, but you weren’t really in the party mood so you stayed behind to watch the ship. You and Kid had been talking back and forth on the Den Den Mushi they left behind in case something happened on the ship, but around 3:30 he stopped picking up, probably because the conversation was getting kind of boring. HE told you that they’d be back soon hours ago, yet you’re still here in his bed alone. Originally, you had planned to sit on the deck and watch the stars, but when Kid told you he’d be there soon, you got excited and decided to wait for him in bed. Sex with Kid while he was drunk was a whole different experience and you were ready to be manhandled, but alas he never came. 

“Hey Kid shouldn’t you get that?” Killer hummed a bit as the small snail sounded off.

“She’s just gonna ask when I’m coming back again.” Kid feigned annoyance, but deep down he wanted to go back to the ship and fuck you till noon. His pride wouldn’t allow him to though, not after that emo bastard Trafalgar Law told him he was whipped and lost his touch. Kid was determined to leave when he was ready, and not on your time. Yes, he was determined, he was determined until he thought back to the beginning of your relationship when you waited up for him wearing nothing but his coat and bracelets. Memories of the downright sinful things the two of you brought a smile to his face and a forming tent in his pants. 

“Y/N is going to kill you.”

“Huh?” He was brought out of his trance by his best friend’s voice. He was confused until he noticed his pants had gotten tighter. The girls dancing around were ecstatic, thinking they had a chance with a member of the Worst Generation, but Kid was having none of it. He could practically hear your voice going ‘What is he doing..’ on repeat.

“Fuck this…”

“Finally giving in to temptation?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He could hear the smirk in that masked fucker’s voice. Kid didn’t care anymore though. He fucking needed his woman. 

When he got outside he noticed that the sun was starting to come up. 

“She’s gonna be rabid when I get there..” He mumbled to himself. Kid has never moved this fast without a damn good reason, and you were one of those reasons. 

When he got to the ship he expected you to jump him as soon as he got on-board, but the ship was silent. 

“Ohh~” He knew exactly what was happening. He rushed to his bedroom to see what sexy surprise you had planned this time, but he was thoroughly disappointed when he entered the room and saw you passed out under the blankets. He frowned to himself and scoffed. When underneath. 

“I swear if there’s another dude-,”

“Kid..?”

You sat up and yawned, letting the blanket slip off your shoulders. Kid’s frown slowly went back to his cocky grin as he drank in the sight of you in nothing but his feathered coat, your sleepy voiced and expression making it look like you’ve been fucked out of your mind.

“Fuck baby..” He said as he threw his slutty vest to the ground and began undoing his pants. When he stripped to his briefs and pinned you to the bed, you were hit with the overwhelming scent of alcohol. He’s drunk. 

“Kid-” You choked on your words as he began nipping and licking at your exposed nipples.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You pouted for a second before jolting and grabbing his hair as he makes it down to your core and licks a stripe between your lips. It was rare that Kid gave you oral, but before you could speak, Kid had sat up, losing balance, and fell on his ass on the floor behind him.

“Shit! Baby you okay?” You quickly got up and walked over to him, crouching the meet his level. 

“M’fine. Come here.”

“Wha-”

Before you could say anything he grabbed your hips and pulled them so you hovered over his face.

“Kid wai- ahhh~”

Kid pulled your hips down and immediately began working at your hole. He positioned his non-metallic hand so that he could rub your clit with his thumb as he devoured your pussy. You whimpered out a moan and began rolling your hips to gain more friction. You felt your insides flutter as your lover maneuvered his tongue along your walls, coming shockingly close to a g-spot. Kid noticed your panting and shuddering and decided to apply a little pressure to your clit, sending you over the edge. You cried out his name as you came all while kid was lapping up your juices. 

“You didn’t get to finish..”

Kid picked you up as he stood and carried you to the dresser, pinning you between him and the surface. 

“Who said we were finished?”

[pbandjesse]

My sunburn doesn't hurt as bad today. But it isn't good. It stopped me from getting a great night's rest. I woke up a lot turning over on it. But it's getting better. I'm trying to be alright.

Last night we finished watching the Bo Burnham outtakes and eventually got ready for bed.

I woke up in an alright mood. I texted Elizabeth about where we were meeting. I got dressed in comfy camo clothes. And headed to puhtok.

It was a good drive. I didn't want much to eat today. But that was alright. I was slightly annoyed when Elizabeth texted the group working today to wear camp shirts. Would have been nice to know when we were texting an hour ago! So I did not have the right shirt on but in the end neither did Chloe so I didn't feel to bad.

While it was very hot it was a very fun day. I was doing the bee program I did back in November. And the kids were so cute.

I started the day putting the last of my art supplies in my art building. I'll unpack and clean and everything in a couple weeks. But the tables had a lot of craft stuff on them from a project I wasn't a part of but after checking in with the office I would toss most of it and clean up.

I got my bee project stuff set up in the back of art. Lanie was doing the butterfly project in the front of art. It was really nice to see her. It was really nice to be out there. I always feel most myself when I am there.

I did not love the heat. But it's never horrible in the shade. And while my skin would hurt a lot in the sun, I was alright for most of the day.

I had 4 classes today with a half hour break in the middle. And it was fun! I would talk to the kids about bees and pollination. We would do a little bee dance. Read a book. Look at pictures. And do the mask craft.

Every little group had it's own charms. We had a very high adult to child ratio. Which for the first group made them finish to fast because the parents all jumped in. One of the dad's just all of a sudden decided they were done and took all the kids down to the feild like 15 minutes before we needed to be there. But whatever. I was only mildly annoyed.

The other programs ran on better time. And they were very sweet. But I was losing steam. The little lunch helped. I had an apple and peanut butter. And when I went to the lodge to meet my group Elizabeth had a piece of pizza for me! Thank you Elizabeth.

We had some silly moments in the kitchen while we waited for the kids. Laney was on the walkie explaining to Chloe that I was eating pizza and had gotten locked in the walk in freezer. Mind you they were on the opposite side of the kitchen and it was all very silly.

The kids were a little more wired after lunch. But they did a good job and it was a fun day even if we were all a little hot.

I was very excited to be done at 2. I would walk my materials down to the Eyre, which is the education building. And then I went to the office to check in with Alexi because my last paycheck was messed up. I chatted with them about camp. But I was ready to head out of there.

I drove to hunt valley to go to Marshalls and five below. I had better luck! The Marshalls had two different kinds of aloe. And five below and this water bottle shaped like a popsicle. I almost bought it on eBay so getting it for a 1/3 of the price was cool. I was a little annoyed how much stuff was $5.95 now. But I did get the soaps I was trying to get. And a new rag rug. But I was mostly excited for the water bottle.

I was pretty hot and tired though. I thought about stopping for a smoothie or something. But I just wanted to go home.

James was doing a very long bike ride with their friend Gabe today. I was worried about this before it was so hot. But they ended up getting a train home. Which was the correct call. And James was here when I got back. Showered and making hotdogs.

I was happy to be home. Soon though Kim and Kia came down to say hi. And I went to get her something off the shelf in James's room and the whole shelf fell and some stuff shattered and there was glass everywhere and it was chaos for a bit. But we cleaned it up. I felt very bad though. James said it was okay but it doesn't feel okay.

Kim left soon after that. And James headed out to get groceries. I played Stardew but my heart wasn't in it.

I did some knitting. Tomorrow starts my 6th month! Amazing. And I am excited to see the colors change even more.

When James got home they made me a snack. And eventually made us pasta while we talked about our anniversary tomorrow. It's 4 years together! Which feels nice to say. I love them very much.

My skin was still hurting. So I took a cold bath. Used some of the new aloe. And have been resting in bed since then.

Tomorrow I have to drive out to white Marsh to do an outreach. It's going to be most of the day and I'm really not looking forward to it. But I am also trying to stay positive. I hope it is a fun day. I hope I slept better tonight. I hope you all do as well.

Take care of each other. Sleep good!!

[youralternantpersonality]

Bet

Embry x Reader: Bet

***

Embry’s POV

Y/n/n and I have been dating since sophomore year and we were tight as ever. When she moved to La Push in middle school, I had the biggest crush on her. She made friends instantly and sometime, her friends would point me out if I was looking for too long. I turn away as fast as I could without getting caught. I couldn’t help myself. I looked at her the same way I have always looked at her…amaze, admiration, stars trucked, as if she was a breath of fresh air and clean untouched water by humans.  

She was slightly competitive (not as bad as Paul, but not as lighthearted as Quil) and tended to say “Bet” when she wanted to prove something; if she was angry, sad, in an actual bet, anything really. I remember the first interaction I had with her. Freshman year, there was a party in Forks and a few kids on the Res decided to crash it. Jake, Quil, and I decided to head over, unknowing to me, so did Y/n and her two friends Natahli and Jerilly. And like most parties, there was games—truth or dare, spin the bottle, beer pong, all of that. And of course, Quil and Jake dragged me into spin the bottle. Which is where I run into Y/n. I could see Quil trying to hold back a laugh, and so was Natahli?

Anyways, we sit and play the game. And like some force or universal divine being, she spun the bottle, and it landed on me. I damn nearly shat in my pants when I saw what was happening.

“What’cha waiting for Em! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Jake started as everyone else followed.

“Let’s make it better! Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Jerilly said out loud. Everyone laughed and agreed. Her friends and mine picked us up and rushed us to the closet nearby. A girl who started the game had a timer and we were pushed in.

“So…”

“So…”

“Look, I know this might be weird-” I said.

“You don’t have to do this if-” She said at the same time. We were silent and looked up at each other. A few seconds later a smile was on her face and by instant reaction, it was on mine. Soon followed by a quiet laugh. It was dark, so I couldn’t see her next move, but I heard her take a deep breath and I felt her closer to me. Instantly, as if it was a natural habit, my hands went to her waist to keep her close to me. Both of our breathing was hard and staggering. Normally, I don’t make assumptions, but this time was different. I wanted to take my shot and branch out from the comfort-zone I am used to.

So, I pulled her closer to where our nose was touching. Her arms wrapped around my neck and when she nodded her head, I kissed her. It was soft yet powerful. She kissed me back instantly and we both smiled. I couldn’t say we were full blown making out, but I can say that we both were a more confident kissing and smiling at one another in the closet. And as if everyone thought we were doing something more, the door sprung open and a flash went off.

“Awe…I thought it was something more.” A random girl said. Y/n laughed and hid her face in my neck. Her friends were screaming in excitement and we all walked out. We stayed a little while longer, watching Quil get his first kiss with some girl named Jessica and Jake playing rock paper scissors with a guy he landed on. Who ever won, got a beer and we had to play bets on one of them. The other guy won and after that, we went home. Y/n and I exchanged numbers and I already asked and planned our first date.

“So…” I said,

“So…” she said with a smile,

“Would you like to go out with me? I mean, I know we just, you know, kiss, but I don’t want you to feel like, you know, bad or like you have to. ‘Cause you don’t! You don’t have to! I would like to, but if you want to, which you can choose not to, we can go out sometime? Maybe?” I said all in one breath. She laughed and just nodded her head.

“Yes Embry, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Holy shit, really?”

“Yes!” she laughed, and I could do nothing but smile, pick her up and swing her around. Her laugh grew and like it was a habit I was used to doing, I kissed her again. She kissed me back.

“You know, a girl can get used to this?”

“Well, just wait until I take you out, then you’ll see what you’re in for.” I said, face-palming myself. “That came out weirder than it sounds in my head. I mean you’ll have fun; I promise.” I said smiling.

“Bet.”  

Now…now everything is different. Everything has changed for the worse. I hate it completely and I want her in my life so badly, but I can’t risk it. I can’t risk losing her physically because of my anger. Emily may have made it out alive, but that doesn’t mean Y/n would if something was to ever happen.

Your POV

I was worried sick about Embry. I had called, texted, and showed up at his doorstep to see what was wrong. His mom was just as worried as I was. She knows that if there was anyone who would know where Embry is or what was wrong with him, it would be me. Or, at least, it should have been.

I’ve been in love with him since middle school. And my insecurities always got the best of me; it was exactly this that scared the shit out of me. I told him my worries one night and, like the amazing boyfriend he is, he reassured me that nothing bad was going to happen.

Well, I think he still is my boyfriend. At this point it has been a month and I received no response. I decided that I was going to make one last attempt (and fully follow through with this this time) to reach out to him and if he doesn’t respond, then we’re done. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach and made me want to curl up in my bed and cry for days.

After school I told Natahli and Jerilly that I was going to do my last attempt and like the true best friends they are, they gave me the “bitch, do we look stupid to you” face. They supported me always, but they knew how much it means to me. They understood, they were just pissed (if not more) that Embry was doing this to me. Hell, Jerilly was ready to put her softball practice into motion by knocking his knees—if I wasn’t such a hostile person, I’d be up for the game. But now was not the time to be thinking about that. Now is the time to get answers I deserve.

My nervousness showed and Natahli and Jerilly force volunteered to come with. Me in the passenger’s seat praying that we can work this out and attempting to calm my nerves and not burst into tears. As we were on our way to his house, Natahli sees him with a few of the other guys from school walking out towards the forest. As I watched him, I noticed a big change in him. He was shirtless, grew at least a foot taller, chopped off his hair, and got a fucking tattoo. This is the boy who fucking HATES needles and gets a tattoo after puberty hit him like an 18-wheeler. Without a second thought, Natahli and Jerilly pull over and jump out of the car while I am still frozen solid inside.

“Hey ass hat! Mind telling us why suddenly you can’t acknowledge your girlfriend?!” Natahli screams. It instantly gets mine and their attention. They all turn around and I’m shocked even more. Not sure how he became more beautiful, but hot damn, he succeeded at that. I look over and I see Jerilly brought her bat. I jump out and run up to my psychotic friends confused for a second but that turned into anger as soon as I saw Embry as he rolled his eyes and walked away. Fuck this.

“What the fuck Em!? You want to tell me why you turned on me? Why suddenly your backwards ass decided to just leave?!” I yell. He pauses for a second then replies.

“Go home Y/n. and stop calling me. Stop coming over. Stop all of it.” He says in his calm yet pissed voice that he only ever used when he is extremely pissed. Oh. Hell. No.

“Excuse me!” Jerilly said.

“What the fuck you mean go home! Can I at least know WHY you’re not yourself anymore?! Don’t you think I at least deserve that! After all this time we’ve been together!” I yell at the top of my lungs only a few feet away.

“It doesn’t matter. Go. Home. Now.” He says, only this time he growled at me. Paul Lahote stepped up behind him to block me from him. Jerilly had the bat up to his neck.

“Move son of a bitch or I’m playing softball with your head.” I can feel the tears forming in my eyes and as much as I hate to say it, at this point, I’m begging for him to at least look at me.

“Please Embry! Tell me what’s going on! Did I do something!? Say something!? What the hell did I-”

“I don’t love you anymore!” he says with his back still facing me. For a second, my breath stopped, time came to a halt, and I could feel my heart tearing as my throat being squeezed with maximum pressure.

“Wh-what?” I say in a low voice in disbelief.

“I said, I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore. Go home Y/n and stay the fuck away from me. No one wants you here,” he says and turns around to look at me, “especially me…” he says. Looking dead into my eyes and all I could do was look back at him. In a quick second, I felt a force, as if someone had pushed me. Where normally I would see a bright future together, in an instant second, all of that crumbled. I was confused, yes. But I was pissed.

Embry’s POV

A lie, I thought to myself. All of this was a lie. I had to lie to the one person that will forever hold my heart. It would kill me to hurt her physically and, as shady as this is, if she wasn’t my imprint. I couldn’t risk it; I couldn’t take that chance. If I was to find my imprint while with her, it would kill me even more. I just couldn’t do it. So instead, I lied.

“I don’t love you anymore!” I roared at her. Trying to keep my composure. Although I was the most “sensitive” of the pack, I had the most control of my shifting—faster than the other guys; even Sam.

“Wh-what?” her voice cracked; I could smell saltwater—her tears. This killed me every second, but it was a risk I needed to take. I look up at Sam and he can see the pain on my face as I tried my best to keep my composure and voice from failing me. Apparently, I succeeded…unfortunately.

“I said, I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore. Go home Y/n and stay the fuck away from me. No one wants you here,” I tell her as I turn around to face her, “especially me…” I finish my sentence off, but regret everything that millisecond afterwards. I looked dead into her eyes and was hit like a wrecking ball. I saw a vision and an explosion of love, happiness, and eternity with this woman. My heart skipped a beat and I felt just as complete, if not more, with her than I did before.

But before I could respond. Before I could even enjoy this feeling. Before I could even acknowledge the fact that she was my imprint, she hit me with reality quickly. Her face said it all. All the pain, tears, agony disappeared, and hate, hurt, and disappointment took its place. I fucked up. Because the last thing she said to me that day, was the day I knew if I don’t win her back it would literally be life or death with me. That day was the day that I have ever felt deep pain, the day I knew I lost my eternity. The day I lost Y/n.

“Bet.” It was then I knew, I would have to work hard to win her back. I wanted to chase after her, but I was stuck and in shock. I could feel the eyes of the pack watching me watch her and her friends walk away from me. When I snapped out of it, I tried running to her, but was stopped by Paul and Sam. I screwed up, but somehow, I was going to fix it.

And I was willing to bet on that.

[unikornu]

Page 3 - Mindset - Pre-war memories of Lucy Feit,

It was late afternoon. Lucy just came back from gathering the evidence for the current case but Harrison didn’t look too happy, brushing the chin with his fingers and waiting for her to approach his desk.

- Do i really need to take these? Lucy rolled eyes at Harrison pulling out new jar of pills from pocket.

-Feit, keep it going and soon i will need to hire a goddamn cleaning service after you. Five fucking bodies in a month? You are suppose to gather intelligence, not make a fucking mess out of them. Harrison said firmly and threw a jar towards her.

- Not my fault they are such a dicks and they make my job harder. What are they doing anyway, i don’t feel any change after them. She shrugged and sat on the side of his desk.

- Without them it would have been probably ten instead of five dead people Feit. You got your medical check from the best service down there and it is clear you need to take medicine to focus better on the task, not your stupid impulses or whatever is in that head of yours.

- Fine. She sighted and pulled out a pill out of jar. - I still don’t get why are they freaking...pink..

- Don’t get upset Feit, i might have something for you after all. He waved a roll of money in front of her face knowing it will bring her a soft smile.

-This time its from me, not down there so you better don’t let me fucking down, alright kid? She nodded and snapped the money from his hand.

- To your surprise, i need you to actually kill someone tonight. He handed her a photo of a white middle aged man.

- Who is he? She looked on the photo and slipped a pill into her mouth crushing it shortly after with her teeth.

- Now Feit, that is the hard part. No questions, you don’t care who is he. I just want you to pull your boyfriend tonight to the cinema where he will be and get rid of him. I don’t care how.

- Wait...you want me to kill a person while i’m on a date? This is crazy. She stopped on chewing a pill for a few seconds before throwing her hands to the sides.

- Crazy? If you would look back on what you did before maybe you would call yourself that. He chuckled and grabbed his glass of whiskey.  - Look Feit, i need you on this, i took care of you over these months and still protected your ass even if you fucked up here and there. Don’t tell me you don’t trust your old man with just one side job? He took a sip and looked directly in her eyes, his sight sharp as a tip of a knife.

- Off...alright. She jumped down from desk and directed herself towards the door but Harrison’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

- Hey, kid. He spun her towards him and gave her a fast hug. - I’m proud of you Feit, no matter the small mistakes. Now go. He smiled at her and shooed her towards the door. - And remember Feit, if you feel you cannot handle yourself take that medicine! Its an order! He shouted after her.

As the door shat he took the handset of the telephone and pulled it to his ear.

-Yes its Harrison, they are working perfectly, she will be ready in no time sir, you will see tonight.

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- Babe, you look gorgeous but i have to ask you something. Ian looked around  at all new decorations around the room and amount of boxes with expensive clothes and shoes falling out of the wardrobe while sitting on the bed. - Where did get money for all of that? I don’t mean to be nosey but i don’t remember you getting paid this well at court.

- Apparently looking at blood and guts instead of documents does indeed pay better. It did sound almost like a truth but Ian and Lucy had two different things in mind on that response. She was preparing herself to go out with Ian, standing in front of a tall mirror in a cherry-red pattern dress, brushing her long blond hair.

- I think you will be the main star in the cinema looking like that. He smiled at her and pushed himself up from the bed. - Hey..i’m happy you are doing this good. She looked at him, her face softened, feeling like she doesn’t deserve him but being too afraid to lose him. Just love and care for nothing in exchange.

- Let’s go or we will miss the movie. Beside after movie something better might come eh? She winked and him and grabbed his hand while leaving the apartment, throwing the jacket over her shoulders.

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The cinema was built in an old small theater, with red carpet and seats. Lucy could almost camouflage with all the redness and gold in the building. As they were looking for their sits she was scanning the room for her target. She spotted the man as Ian stopped and pointed towards their sit. They were sitting right next to him and his pregnant wife.

- Fucking great...Lucy mumbled under her nose but smiled softly at the couple as they sat. She looked with a corner of her eye on the woman, feeling a hesitation forming in her mind. - I don’t even know who he is fuck....and wife..kid, why Harrison? Ian pat her on the arm.

- Hey babe, you okay? You look worried. Ian pulled the hair behind her ear.

- I think i’m just getting a headache, don’t worry hun. Luckly i took pills. Lucy smiled at him and pulled a pink pill from the bottom of her bag along with a bottle of water.

- Excuse me but when does the movie start? The woman sitting next to them asked.

- I think in around ten minutes, m’am. Ian responded while Lucy was drinking the pill down.

- Oh thank you. I will just go to the toilet before it starts honey. You know how it is when baby kicks in. She stood slowly and carefully from the chair and squeezed out between chairs towards the bathroom.    

Lucy was patting her finger against the chair arm thinking how to do this in the cinema full of people with the man sitting right next to her but looking at his wife leaving the main room the idea sprouted in her head.

- Uh...excuse me. Lucy leaned towards the man and whispered. - I know its non of my business but i think your wife would appreciate you going there with her. You know...just to be sure she is alright. Lot of stairs and so on...might be slippery looking how they cleaned recently. The man looked at her with concern but took her word of advice actually and went after his wife.  

Lucy pulled a lipstick container from the bag and stood up not so long after the man left. - Ian, guard this bag with your life, its your job afterall. Lucy joked and walked away.

- You too? Jezz, okay. Just be fast. It starts in five minutes.

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Lucy eyeballed the inside of a men bathroom from the hallway as people were leaving, pushing the door wide open. Her target decided to eventually go in too looking how his wife was taking her time. She was focused, feeling the strange feeling of adrenaline kicking in and all the back thoughts leaving her mind. He was alone and his wife was still occupied, now or never. The movie started in the same time, loud noise coming as an echo to the hallway, dumping any other sound. She rolled the lipstick up but instead of make up the sharp blade raised from it. She slipped swiftly through the door as it got empty at that moment. Only him and his wife on the other side of the hallway.

- Hey lady, this is....Arghhh!

Lucy was not wasting time. She stabbed him again and again in the chest holding his throat as tight as she could and pushed him towards the last cabin. The iris in her eyes widened, her breath fast, soft smile showing on her face as she pushed the man down from her blade.  

- W...why? Who..? His body was leaning over the toilet, the essence of life slowly leaving with his last breaths.

- No hard feelings, i’m just doing my job..and..i don’t care. She wiped her blade with his chemise and pulled a pair of buckets, shoving his legs in to hide his body from the sight from under the cabin and making sure he won’t fall from the seat.

- Was...it..Har..Harrison...? Dear God....what did..he do to you. The man managed to speak out last of his words before his eyes closed.

-He took care of me. Lucy took a sign “out of order” from the other cabin and hanged it on the other one. She did pick the right dress for an ocassion indeed as the droplets of blood managed to blend in with the red-cherry pattern on her dress. She left in a hurry rolling the blade back in container.  

- As she took a corner back towards the main room she heard his wife coming out behind her.

- Excuse me lady. Lucy stopped, biting her lower lip but turned shortly after to her with a smile.

-Yes? Can i help you?

- Would you mind helping me go back to my seat as it got a bit darker there? I just don’t want to worry my husband and we sit next to each other anyway.

- Of course m’am, we wouldn’t want to you to slip on these stairs right? Lucy joked and offered her an arm. They arrived back to their sits but her husband wasn’t there.

- Of course, late as always. Ian shook his head but gave her a kiss shortly after.

The woman was looking around, worried where is her husband gone. Lucy pretended to be to busy with the movie and leaned her head on Ian shoulder dropping the lipstick back into the bag. The feeling of guilt was blocked in her, her emotions flattened by the chems pretending nothing happened few minutes ago and the sanity of her mind shaping away.

- Job is done, target took down, clean this time, no mistakes. She was even slightly happy knowing Harrison won’t be angry this time, maybe even proud. Although she was still pondering on the man last words but shook it off looking at the fat roll of money in her bag. It was all wrong but became her new good.  

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Note: Ok, so eventually Harrison tricked and stuffed Lucy with medicine that was suppose to help him steer her easier and ask less questions while pushing at the same time that father figure attitude - some tough love and care. Looking how her mother had personality disorder he also used that excuse and genetics to convince her easier that “medicine” will only help her to stay calm and perform better and avoid the change of mind moment. I’m not sure if calmex would do that but from looking at it, it seemed right so ye, probably her pills were actually something like calmex (thats why pink tho - in game calmex is violet but to make a pill out of it they would have to mix it with other hardening substance and it would probably come out brighter dunno, and shoving Lucy with needles would be way too suspicious in pre-war). Then she finds the actual calmex injections after bombs and keeps using them when her phobia or some past memories when they start to kick in. (mentioned in at part 10 of current pages). Gage dislikes chems so she would hide that from him at the start. 

[fae-fucker]

Zenith: Chapter 45-48

Chapter 45

Nor is floating in a super sci-fi space carriage over the last remaining “wealthy” city on Xen Ptera, which is apparently so garbage only a few people have roofs over their heads. She thinks about how much she loves her people and how she’s doing this for them, except she purposefully floats just out of reach of their poor-people hands and throws food and “med kits” at them so they’ll follow. 

Darai is very confused by this, because Shinsay desperately need Nor to seem complex and intelligent. She compares her people to an [incidental space animal] she got from her father as a child.

“I fed it,” she explained. “Give a pet food, Darai, and it will do anything to stay by your side. Starve it or beat it, and it will begin to fear your very existence, only coming out of hiding in the moments when you have something to give and it to take.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

[...]

“The people of Xen Ptera are my responsibility now. But more than that, they are my soldiers, and I wish for them to follow me always. No matter how dark the path I choose to walk upon.”

Yes, this makes so much sense. First you let your people starve and get radiation poisoning, but then you throw scraps at their feet and obviously peasants are food-motivated like kittens and will absolutely do as you say. 

Except this doesn’t make any fucking sense for many, many reasons. 

1) Darai complains about the fact that these rations are used for scientists and soldiers. Which he’s right about. If Nor has an army and scientists, those people tend to be far more useful in, say, a war, than a bunch of mutated and starving peasants. 

2) I dunno if Shinsay have read any history ever, but when large masses of people get hungry, they don’t just sit there, they turn on the few people in power who still have food and resources. These peasants would turn on Nor the moment someone else provided better food. I’m just saying that Nor’s neck accessory wouldn’t be a spiked collar but a guillotine.

3) Don’t you have that Zenith stuff? The stuff that can make people into brainwashed robots with a single drop? Release that shit into the atmosphere and save your food and “med kits” for the few actually crucial people who need it.

3.5) If you’re only going to use it on enemies to convert them, why bother with your people in the first place? Despite what Nor is claiming, her “love” for her people is token at best and her priority lies in revenge, not recovery.

4) Also it’s so transparent that they only wrote this to make Nor look smart, because they purposefully made Darai into an idiot who doesn’t understand basic concepts when he previously was written as an older, intelligent advisor.

Nor arrives at the old palace ruins and it’s all very sad and angsty, complete with special Backstory Flowers that used to Bloom but Don’t Anymore because the Environment got Too Tragic, and flashbacks to that time her hand and also her dad were crushed under rubble. We find out that the crowd gathered here are just “thousands” of people, and Nor refers to them as her “army.” Okay. 

Nor gets stage fright when the crowd is silent and doesn’t instantly love her because she has the confidence of a highschooler asking someone out to prom, and decides to snap her golden hand off to prove to her people that she’s “their equal,” which works for some reason even though the narration acknowledges it as a lie. 

Obviously starving people seeing this LITERALLY GOLDEN woman who just shat out a bunch of free food from her floating carriage will definitely 100% swallow her little speech about how they have to take revenge. Even the mothers holding up their starving infants! We all know people who are starving want revenge before a sandwich. The blood of my enemies? I call it vengeance ketchup.

She shows Zenith to the crowd which they totally understand what it is right away from afar and how it works and what it has to do with literally anything.

“Remember, Xen Pterrans, and never forget, that even the stars can bleed!”

The royal entourage pack up and Nor says she wants a crown forged for herself because “every queen needs one” and: 

“I want to wear it while we feast on the galaxy’s bones.”

Cool. 

Chapter 46

We’re in Lira’s POV while she’s doing what she does best: moping off on her own. I guess she’s not very special in that regard. She’s thinking about how she loves to fly because the sky has no limits and the ground is confusing. Aight.

The gang seems to have gotten off without any punishment for crashing into a village and are now staying at the very center of power of Adhira, this mountain palace called Rhymore. It’s very pretty and yadda yadda, I skipped 90% of the description because literally whomst careth. 

One important detail to keep in mind is that we find out varillium, the glass-like substance that the Marauder is made of is, like M. Night Shyamalan’s movie starring Bruce Willis, unbreakable. You know, which is why they need those metal shields around the damn thing. Thanks guys, this makes total sense.

Lira looks into an “eyeglass” and sees literally all of Adhira like a tiny map. Either Shinsay are confused about what a telescope does, or they’re flat-earthers. And yeah, she literally sees cities, waterfalls, rainforests, deserts ... This is after we’ve established she’s in a mountainous area.

All the descriptions read like screensavers and are just as relevant to the story so I’ll just skip them. 

Lira is ambushed by her twin brother Lon, who is the owner of that sarcastic soul we’ve heard so much about. 

He was at least a head taller than her now, his pale blue arms rippling with muscle, spreading up into a thick neck and strong shoulders.

This description bothers me and I don’t know why. 

The conversation quickly turns all mopey and Lon says Lira has abandoned her people and himself, to which she replies she was only protecting him from WHAT SHE’S BECOME (wake me up inside). We then get a random infodump about how the Adhiran queen is super great and loving and a perfect leader. Not perfect enough to abdicate the throne but I don’t think Shinsay thought that far. Monarchy good if monarchs good, obviously.

Lon is all “ur still my sister until the mountain falls uwu” and Lira is like “omg stop guilt-tripping meee” and we’re informed there’s gonna be a “peace festival” soon that celebrates the end of the war against Xen Ptera. How convenient that their ship would randomly malfunction right before this event. :)

Lira says she wants to tell him only the good stuff of what’s happened while she was away and says that she’s been using Moon Chew, which is Bad for Reasons, and she knows Lon uses it too but keeps it a secret from the queen aka their aunt. Lon asks about what “led” Lira to using it and I’m just baffled by the fact that we still don’t know what the fuck Moon Chew is or what it does, and why, if it’s something so terrible that one must be “led” to using it, they’re talking about it like it’s some unhealthy fast food their aunt frowns upon and not, say, a drug? 

Anyway, Lira tells him of their adventures and it sounds way more interesting than anything we’ve read so far. Then we get this:

Lon always knew that Lira harbored a darkness in her soul. A little tug, a tiny whisper at the back of her mind, that led her to go above and beyond the pranks that Lon had always pulled while they were growing up here. 

She’d fallen, not for a lover, but for the skies. For adventure. 

She’d found a ship full of girls with their own affinity for darkness to mirror her own.

So I recently found out that there’s supposedly an “asexual” alien in the crew of the Marauder, and that member is apparently Lira. I think this idea is reinforced by the “fallen but not for a lover” line.

Framing her wanting to explore the world on her own and go her own way, comparing it to falling in love but not with another person but with a concept, as a darkness in her soul? 

Not a good look.

Anyway, Lon decides after all this time that apparently Lira was always meant to fly and tells her that her aunt wants to see her.

This is plot?

Chapter 47

We’re in Valen’s POV. He wakes up and is in pain but not enough to avoid noticing that he’s in a fluffy bed and outside there is [insert generic description of pretty place here] and it’s so pretty he could never paint it, because he’s a painter and he can’t relate anything in his life to anything but painting.

The Adhiran queen is there and she’s very pretty. She asks him about the last thing he remembers, which is Nor, and it sends him into a ... flashback? Basically he starts freaking out that this isn’t real and they sedate him again and the last thing he sees is

[...] Androma Racella leaning forward from the shadows across the room, half of her face aglow as sunlight spilled across her skin like paint.

You know, because he’s a painter!

Chapter 48

We’re back with Lira, who starts the second chapter like she started the previous one, complaining about how being planetside is the worst. Yep, we get it. It’s the worst. Cuz she’s a pilot. 

Painters be painting. Pilots be piloting. If your characters don’t constantly refer back to their one defining characteristic, how will be able to tell them apart? 

Anywho, Lira finally gets to the queen.

Alara was beautiful in every sense of the word, inside and out. She had a lithe frame, perfectly proportioned, and no scales on her skin.

PERFECTLY PROPORTIONED

What in the everloving fuck does that even mean? :’) Probably just means she’s skinny.

And of course she has no scales, only evil people and/or “morally grey” people can have imperfections. How do we know someone is good unless they have flawless skin?

Lira had always admired Alara’s beauty, but it paled in comparison to the woman’s intelligence.

Shinsay, slapping us all with a big purple dildo: THIS IS FEMINISM. 

“She’s absolutely good and perfect and INTELLIGENT because women don’t have to be pretty to be smart and we totes value things other than beauty, but let us constantly describe how absolutely fucking DICK-OUT-HOT this Generic Good Queen is, in case you ever doubted it.”

👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌

And, yeah, Nor is also described as hot, but like, evil hot. Sexualized and sexual and dangerous and GASP OMG SHE HAS A GOLD HAND. GGQ straight up glows, that’s how good she is.

Generic Good Queen addresses Lira as “Lirana” which, yeah, ok, and we get this:

“I’ve just had a rather unfortunate conversation with Valen Cortas, the poor, tortured soul, so spare me whatever dramatic greeting you must have prepared.”

You know what? Maybe Generic Good Queen ain’t so bad after all. 

YOU TELL HER, GGQ. 

[joshslater]

Hitting Jock Bottom pt 3

It took a while to realize that nothing was going on. I was just lying on a bed in the middle of a room. No wires or tubes were connected to, or inserted into my body. No ice bath or showers. No headphones playing moaning sounds while machines were poking and prodding me. No VR googles that made it look like I participated in endless encounters with man after man after man. No gynecological chair that locked me in place while a robotic arm fucks my ass in all directions, while I gyrate my lower body and squeeze my buttocks like a slutty fuckboy should. Squeeze. Squeeze. SNAP OUT OF IT!

Woha! They really did mess with me. Just thinking about it triggered me to start squeezing my ass and wanting a long, veiny dick going in and out and in and out. Stop it!

I shifted my body, and was surprised to find that I was almost unrestrained. No shackles or helmet or gag or anything, except for my ankles that were locked in place to the bed. I was wearing a black full body compression suite, but nothing else. I consciously avoided to think about how and when I changed into it, to avoid another attack. My hands ran over the fabric, feeling my body for the first time in what felt like weeks. It didn't feel different than before. Not the muscle monster that was promised. If anything I had lost a few pounds.

A door opened and a handsome African man entered. He wore flip flops and board shorts, but nothing to hide his well defined, muscular upper body. Abs like a chocolate bar melting in the sun, making the squares rounded, just waiting for someone to start licking them and doing circles around the belly button and NO, I'M DOING IT AGAIN!

"Good morning, I will be performing phase 6 quality assurance", he interrupted matter of fact with his sexy voice, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good", I said, speaking for the first time in a week. In fact I felt great, I realized.

"So this is really simple. All you have to do is tell me what you want to do next. After this checkup you can just say you want to leave, and you'll walk out of here as you are. The rewrite is now complete and more than 80% of your cells have the updated DNA in them, with thousands of changes. As you know the microbal contents of your intestines has been replaced. In addition many of the substructures in your body have been altered or rebuilt as well, affecting both biomechanics and biochemistry in the body."

"You'll have no problems gaining and keeping muscles, while maintaining great stamina and agility. You'll likely not get sick, hard to injure and mostly don't have to consider your diet, at least as long as you eat a lot. And the sex... The sex will be amazing. While the sex drive is perhaps larger than convenient, the payoff is outstanding, whichever way you want to do it."

I was confused. This sounded almost too good to be true. "That sounds awesome. I want that!"

He flashed a smile and continued. "The other alternative is that we keep you here for a while and push you to your limits. You'll be working harder than you have ever done before in your life. You'll be soaked in sweat every day from all manners of exercises. Starting out with specialized equipment to build muscles incredibly fast, you'll then move to standard weights, gym equipment, cardio and sports exercises. All rest time, when you are not sleeping or getting medical treatment, will be spent doing degrading sexual conditioning. You'll suck more dicks than you've even seen in your life. You have more stuff shoved up your ass than you have ever shat out.". He was getting increasingly hostile with each sentence, as if he was anti-selling it.

"Before that, as you know, we will completely fuck up your brain. You'll still be you, but a shitty version of you. We'll go with a melon scooper in your brain, not just simply giving you brain damage, but specifically targeting memories and abilities that will make you obviously stupid to anyone and a social loser. We'll then fill the blanks with whatever we want you to know, burpees, power sets, pole dancing, beach volley, disco grinding. You'll know soccer rules by heart, but have a hard time even learning the names of people you meet. You'll still know you are stupid though. We'll leave that bit in, so that when you watch a new Marvel movie you'll know that you used to be able to follow the plot. When you lose focus while counting both reps AND sets, you'll know that it used to be simple. You'll serve no purpose to anyone except as a fuck toy or gym buddy. "

He had moved ever closer to the bed, while describing this process with more and more disdain. He was now standing just next to the bed where I was sitting. Staring into his smooth abs I felt the heat radiate from his body, and I could feel a hard on building. He was getting one as well.

"We'll do that, and so much more to you, if you just suck my dick.", and he pulled down his shorts, revealing his semi-erect, thick, long, beautiful dick. I really needed it in me. I reached out with both my arms to his hips, leaned down and forced him closer. In one swift motion I had his dick in my mouth, working it as hard as I could. I really wanted this beautiful man to shoot his load into me and tell me what to do as soon as possible.

"QC6 complete", he said to whomever listened.

[comprehensiveowl]

A “Murphy’s Law” of a Wedding

Disclosure: This is a rant post. Since the wedding has happened a couple weeks ago, with everything that happened, I just can’t get past all the bullshit. People keep telling me to look past it and appreciate the day for what it is; marrying my best friend. You’ll see how that’s noooooot exactly easy in my case. I should also note that my mental health background is that I’ve been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, PTSD, and dissociation disorder, so I actively attend therapy. Over the years, my therapist has recommended putting stuff down on paper or a word document, but I feel like I need to get it off my chest somewhat publicly in hopes maybe it can help someone else (i.g. wedding advice, first-hand mental health advice, just feeling better about yourself because you didn’t get fucked over many times trying to just have one day of happiness, etc). I get that some of this may seem like not even an issue and I need to suck it up, but married/engaged people should get it. Maybe you’ll get a kick out of this, I don’t know.

 Now, let’s get into this.

The engagement: My husband was stationed at an Air Force base within the U.S. (I won’t say which, sorry), and I was still living in our home town 5 states away. We had met in high school, and definitely had crushes on each other, but we never officially dated. He literally slid into my Instagram DM’s, which couldn’t have been better timing because I had just left a rough relationship. I was immediately swept off my feet, and he bought me plane tickets for the New Year’s Eve after we started dating. The night I flew in, he made me a lovely steak dinner, took me to bed for our “first time” (if you know what I mean), and proposed in the middle of it with a beautiful silver plated lotus necklace. When I got home, I was so excited to tell my family and friends! I was ready to post all about it on Facebook, face judgement from everyone because we dated for not even a year, but just be happy-go-lucky. I got in my dad’s car at the airport, and he tells me...

“your mom and I are getting a divorce”.... Turns out my dad had left the night before I flew back home to pick up his girlfriend from jail, packed up whatever could fit in his car, and just.. Left. It couldn’t be worse timing, even if we tried. I had to keep the engagement a secret from a lot of people until my husband saved up for a ring, because I just wasn’t comfortable telling my mom I was getting married right when the love of her life was leaving her... When we went public with it a few months later, I got the criticisms that I expected, but overall people were happy for me. I thought, “ok, I can move forward with wedding plans and get excited about this now”. HAHA, nope!

The Bridesmaids: Throughout the wedding planning journey, one year and 4 months after the public engagement, I had a 100% turnover of my 5 bridesmaids and even the Maid of Honor (I’ll talk about them in a different section). I admit, I rushed my decision to make them bridesmaids, and in hindsight, they were TERRIBLE people to be in my party. Don’t rush picking your bridal party for the love of god. One girl assumed herself into the position and didn’t even make it to the wedding. She made every decision difficult for me to make in some way (being stubborn, wanting her way, tried to get other bridesmaids to go against me, etc). One girl I had to remove from my life completely because she stayed at my home for 4 days and shat all over the wedding. She made the wedding miserable to plan because I was being forced to make choices around her, and I still got criticisms as she got her way. One girl refused to talk to me anymore when I quit my job I had with her at the time, then told everyone I was the one who ended the friendship. The fifth girl dropped out of the party due to being uncomfortable standing up in front of people 4 months before the wedding (a whole year passed with 0 communication about this and no chance to convince her it’d be ok and so on). That’d normally be understandable (frustrating, but I understand it), except she then refused to come to the bridal shower, and ultimately, refused to at least show up to the wedding. I ended up having to block her from my life just like the last one mentioned. It was clear she didn’t want to be supportive in any way. In the end, I had 1 maid of honor, and 4 new bridesmaids.

The Maid of Honor: This was the most heart-breaking thing to happen. I like to think I was a laid back bride. I didn’t make any of my bridal party members do anything, I planned my own bridal shower and bachelorette party to take stress off of my maid of honor’s already stressful home-life, I wanted to make things as easy as I could for everyone involved. I planned the entire wedding myself, from budgeting to planning the ceremony to the details of the reception. I was stressed as fuck, and at times I was worried my anxiety was going to take a physical toll on me again (I’ve been hospitalized related to panic attacks and anxiety). Then, 2 months before the wedding, before the bridal shower, and before any other celebrations, my maid of honor drops out. This was someone I grew up with, someone who was there for me when my dad left, someone who stayed up until 4 a.m. on multiple occasions to make sure I was ok when I was having suicidal thoughts. She was the only person I had a special handshake with, we were “420 buddies for life”, and we’ve considered making a blood pact together because they were the closest thing I had to a sibling I could ever want. They left because the position was too stressful... Doing literally nothing was too much for them. A month before this, we went over everything that was going on with them, because they had been very absent in the wedding planning. They told me they were upset that all I’d talk about is wedding stuff and drama... Well, yes, you’re the maid of honor, I will be talking to you about wedding stuff a lot... Because you’re supposed to be my right hand man... And I thought we were close, I could tell you anything... Like that the fuck is that supposed to mean? We talked things through, everything seemed ok. All they had to do was show up to shit, give a Maid of Honor speech (they knew they didn’t have to), and that’s it. But that was too much?? Her mom was supposed to be our florist; she dropped out too, so we had to compromise with fake boutonnieres and bouquets. Her soon to be step dad was going to be our officiant; he dropped out. I thought I was part of her family (went to all the annual events and some birthday parties every year), but in the end, no one wanted to show up to the wedding. I got completely abandoned by the people I thought welcomed me with open arms when I needed it most...

The Officiant: Yes, shit happened with the officiant too. Since the ex-maid of honor’s step dad dropped out of the position, we got a new one. He was a new airman we had over for a Christmas dinner, and we became fast friends. He’s an ordained minister so he offered to wed us. It was going to be this lovely ceremony with a poem, a short story about how we came together, a lot of thought was put into it. What did this fucker decide to do? He missed his damn flight... Hire someone local and spend the money to have that security for fucks sake. How did he miss it? He thought it was a GREAT idea to show up to the airport 45 fucking minutes before the plane takes off, and the check in people basically told him “they just started boarding, there’s no way you’re getting through TSA before they close the gate”. Everyone knows to show up to an airport 2 hours before your flight takes off, and he was mad he wasn’t allowed to go through within an hour of takeoff?? And you know what’s worse? This was the MORNING. OF. THE. WEDDING. My girls and I showed up to the venue to get our hair done without an officiant. We had to scramble to have someone else run the ceremony. And to make things worse, the original officiant idiot that deliberately missed their flight was also in charge of music. So they had all of our songs saved in a text message and they knew our Bluetooth stereo situations. So we had to give a fast run-down to the new officiant, one of the groomsmen, the 3 special songs to play, when, and so on. It was pretty straightforward; one little one speaker downstairs for the ceremony, one big one upstairs with a mic for announcements/toasts.

It. Gets. Worse.

The officiant gets high before the ceremony... He’s a stoner, so we didn’t notice it for the ceremony. The ceremony was the best part of the entire wedding process. It wasn’t until after the ceremony that shit his the fan. He brings the tiny speaker upstairs, completely ignoring the big one, shouts our entrance announcement over everyone talking, which only maybe half of our guests heard, and people barely heard our song. It was just really awkward. He then starts drinking, and getting very out of control. The large speaker and mic was completely forgotten, and he kept forgetting about music. A lot of people left before we could even do toasts and cutting the cake; no one could hear what was going on. Toasts just didn’t happen because there was miscommunication between the wedding party and our officiant; everyone thought the mic wasn’t working, and I had to deal with people being upset they had to write a speech for nothing... It was heartbreaking because it wasn’t our fault... It was a Friday evening wedding, and everyone was gone by 7:30 p.m. because there wasn’t anything keeping them there... After the reception, and cleanup commenced, the officiant got pretty aggressively faded and tried to make everyone drink with him. It was so bad, our bartender, a friend of ours, had to kick him out of the building because he was just making messes and stumbling over himself. He kept getting in my face, uncomfortably close, pressuring me to drink champagne straight from the bottle with him. He got angry no one wanted to drink with him, so, I shit you not, he grabbed a bag of our leftover produce (carrots, celery, seasonings, onions, etc) and stormed off telling people he’s gonna go find a bar to drink at. With this bag. Of fucking veggies. Not even his bag of stuff, just... Our food... We were awake until 3 a.m. getting him safely somewhere to sleep, booking his Uber to the airport, and making sure he makes his flight that takes off at 6 a.m.. We had no special wedding night.

My Dad: Since my dad left, I was forced into a position as my mom’s emotional sponge. There were so many things that I didn’t need to hear as the child in all of this, like the legal shit, arguments, how much of an asshole my dad was, and so on. With that, mixed with feeling abandoned by my dad, I made the decision to have my grandpa (mom’s dad) walk me down the aisle. He never got to with my mom; they had a quick courthouse wedding, and he had a step son, so he never walked anyone down the aisle. I thought it’d not only be fucking cute, but I’d be fulfilling a milestone for him before he passes. Then my dad and I talked and we were cool again. Briefly. I was in a weird position where I couldn’t just take it back, my grandpa was in tears when I asked. It’d break his heart. So I thought I’d have them both walk me down the aisle. Well, drama happened with my birthday and the holidays, so I was on the fence with that idea. When I had my bridal shower, I was visiting my home state for a month before the shower, and he didn’t ever reach out to see me. He saw my “sister” half a dozen times, but whenever I reached out, he was always “busy with work”. I took it as he just didn’t want to see me and preferred my “sister” over me, so I stuck with just my grandpa walking me. Because fuck it. Fast forward to the wedding day; we had a father daughter dance song picked out, I texted him to be ready for it, I thought things were fine. After the ceremony, my photographer took the wedding party out to the park across the street for pictures. We get back, and he and my “sister” are waiting on the porch for us, where he informs me he’s not sticking around and he’s just leaving. I asked if he could at least take pictures with me, and he said no and walked off. In front of everyone... I spent 20 minutes crying in a bathroom, trying to collect myself to face the rest of the evening. My grandpa wasn’t physically able to dance, so, I just didn’t get any father/grandfather-daughter dance. No pictures with my dad. The only picture of him I have from that day is him, sitting in the back of the ceremony room, pouting and looking pissed. We talked later, and he knows he was a selfish asshole for leaving, and he knows he took part in ruining my big day. I know he wanted to walk to me down the aisle, but that’s no reason to just leave behind your kid entirely and with seemingly no remorse. He admitted that he should’ve just sucked it up and stayed there for me, and he regrets leaving because, yea, there’s no photo memory of my dad in our wedding album now. We’re working past it at the time of posting.

My “sister”: When I announced my engagement, I asked (let’s call her Dani) to be our flower girl. We spent several months looking at dresses, even my mom was trying to show her things. Now, Dani and I.. never got along. At all. You could say we’re polar opposite people, except she hates me and even straight up told me “I’m annoyed with your existence”. As much as I tried to hang out with her, make a sister relationship with her, turn things around; it was never enough. She turned everything into some dramatic, horrible experience (i.g. I took her out for smoothies and hot dogs, and things seemed fine. We got back and she cried to our mom saying I kidnapped her, I forced her to get something she didn’t want, and she was miserable. I merely asked if she wanted to go and she said yes, so where the fuck that is coming from I have no idea). I thought maybe having her part of my wedding party could bring us together. Fast forward to right before the bridal shower, it turns out she actually thought I was joking and said fuck no.. SO. We had to make one of the groomsmen our last minute flower “girl”. Dani left with our dad when he left, without a word. She keeps spreading bullshit to my mom, making it look like my dad never remembered us talking about the father daughter dance and that he didn’t want to stay because of our mom being at the wedding, when both were so false. At this moment, she has no place in my life. She is nothing but a ball of negativity, drama, hatred, anger, and, as far as I’m concerned, jealousy.

The Legal Wedding: One year before our wedding with family and friends, I moved in with my husband. In order for me to get health care and for my husbands pay to go up a little, we decided to get legally married. When the day happened, I took one photo of us in the car before we went inside. We confirmed our appointment that morning to have the Chaplain, basically a military priest/priestess who weds people and also doubles as a counselor, sign our papers in the on-base Christian church (we’re not religious, we were just recommended him by people in my husband’s office). We showed up with our two witnesses, found the Chaplain’s office, saw he had a marriage counselling appointment, so we waited outside. For an hour. My phone ended up frying in the summer heat, so we only got the one photo, and I had to buy a new one. We eventually were invited to wait in their cafeteria room while the Chaplain finished his thing. Another Chaplain came along and offered us water and juices from standing outside in the heat for so long. After another half hour of waiting, the Chaplain we made the appointment came in and told us we missed our appointment that was apparently supposed to be 10 minutes before the couples counselling we saw happened (we have email receipts confirming our appointment at 1530/3:30 p.m., and he tried telling us he told my husband 1520/3:20 p.m.). He couldn’t admit he double booked. On top of that, he told us “I don’t know if you believe in bad omens, but this is actually the date my first wife and I filed for divorce hahahaha”.... Um, WHAT? OK COOL THANKS DUDE. I’m not usually a superstitious person, but that was kind of uncalled for... Later, I found out the day we got married is the day my beloved great grandpa, who passed before seeing us get married, was born. So the date we got legally married became special again.

The Food: My husband was in charge of all the food while my girls and I got ready and made sure the reception area was ready to go. We should’ve just invested in some damn catering holy fuck. I texted all the recipes to my husband and his groomsmen, and they still fucked up the recipes. The macaroni was missing milk and butter, so it was very dry and almost a grainy texture. The breadsticks were like long versions of those cheese dip cracker stick things you get as a kid in your lunch boxes. Everything was cold (no one listened to me when I said there needed to be water in the bottom compartment of a chafing dish then the burners had to be ignited to keep food hot), lots of food were left uneaten on plates, and it just left me feeling guilty that we served sub-par stuff to everyone. I’m sure it’s not a big deal at all, like, who remembers the food when thinking back on a party or some celebration? But with all the work and planning put into it, I just feel really bad about it.

Rentals: I would have loved to have rentals. Being out of state, I asked my mom to meet with a rental company on our behalf, and we’d pay for all the deposits and so on. It took her 5 months of me bugging her about it to finally go do it, and every rental company in the area was booked on our date. Which made sense, since the wedding at that point was in 4 months and you need to book that shit at least 6 months in advanced, even 9 months if you’re having a “wedding season” wedding like us. So we had to buy every. Single. Thing. We were left with dozens of plates, glasses, forks/knives, even a handful of chafing dishes. We gave as much away as we could to friends and family who’d need it, then donated the rest. Thank you Dollar Tree for just existing. If we had to order through Amazon, we’d have to spend at least triple for the same thing. It didn’t help half of the guests invited refused to answer messages/RSVPs/phone calls/said they’d come but didn’t/etc, so many many things were left unused. Rentals would have been so fucking nice; one less thing to worry about.

The Cake: Yes, even the fucking CAKE had drama. We ordered a small cake for our cake cutting ceremony, and the rest were cupcakes. My mom felt bad about the rental situation, so she covered the cake order, which was a huge help! We were ready to just bake it ourselves (thank god we didn’t. Fuck. That.). On the day of the wedding, our delivery window was 2 p.m. to 4 p.m.. At 3:45 p.m., an hour and 15 before the ceremony starts, the cake is nowhere to be seen. The manager had to get involved, then the OWNERS had to be contacted. We were told “We’ll be there in 10 minutes”. Bitches almost forgot or something. It came barely on time, and everything tasted and looked good at least. Half our guests left before they could enjoy it, and some took cupcakes before the cake cutting happened (is this normal/ok? We felt like that shouldn’t be ok but we’re not sure lol). We ordered enough for 80 guests and by the time it was dessert time, there were maybe 30 people left. A lot of people left with cupcakes in wine glasses, which turned out to be super suiting (our centerpieces were upside down wine glasses with a candle resting on the base of the glasses).

Advice I’ve taken away that I’ll be giving all of my friends when they get married: 1) Hire people wherever possible. 2) Order rentals for the love of god. 3) Stay on top of the cake people, just in case. 4) Don’t totally rely on friends and family for things. Be prepared to have to do it yourself after all. 5) Take your time picking bridesmaids and a MOH (even though there was no one else I would’ve wanted as my Maid of Honor, the replacement Maid of Honor hooked us up with an amazing photographer who does payment plans, kept me organized and calm whenever possible, and helped set up the sound equipment. It was an upgrade). 6) Limit not only your guests on alcohol intake, but your wedding party too (we did a drink ticket system but let our wedding party drink more because they helped us out a lot on our wedding day. That was a mistake with the officiant/groomsman). 7) I have so many links to websites with wedding stuff for a very low price, which beat Amazon prices in a lot of ways, so I can low-key event plan for people.

TLDR version: The only good things about this wedding was the ceremony, the photographer, and the dessert. Everything else was a pain in the ass to make happen or bullshit to get through. Do I regret doing this? No. I can proudly say I single-handedly planned my own wedding and everything looked great. The photos don’t show any of the pain and frustrations of that day, which is a big plus. However, fuck this entire process. I asked for one day. Just one. And shit went wrong from the engagement all the way through the wedding night. I’d really like to hear some advice to get past this, maybe hear some other people’s stories around your wedding.

I left telling people the only thing that could be worse is if someone fucking died. Thanks for reading if you took the time to do so.

[fivu]

JagerFuze: A Collection(1)

—Suuuuper sorry that this doesn’t have a readmore, but I’m on mobile because my laptop shat the bed. I hope you like this. It’s pretty short but I’m planning on continuing it cause I have many ideas.—

Story One: “Following Operation Chimera”

Chapter One: “Hospital Mornings”

Location: Paris, France.

Time: 8:22 AM.

As he peered at his watch, Fuze inhaled a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he tried to scoot into a more comfortable position on the stiff bed-side chair. Cringing, he ran his hands over his lower back muscles. He was definitely regretting his refusal of a proper bed.

Eliza was right, as always.

He rubbed his hands together, his fingers cold in the calm hospital air. Although, the air in a hospital could rarely be dubbed calm. To Fuze, there was always a dark cloud hanging above places like hospitals. A place for hope and healing, but also a place for pain and doubt. It somehow felt all too familiar, and he didn’t much like that fact. However, as he looked over at the face of his loved one, a sudden calm came over him, quelling his rambling thoughts.

The previous few days had been… eventful for Rainbow. Fuze didn’t really know a better way to describe it. How else would he describe the event of an old Soviet-made module filled with a toxic biohazard falling from space and infecting an entire city in New Mexico, creating thousands of zombie-like aggressive infected humans?

Six didn’t tell all of Rainbow about the incident. It was deemed not a terrorist threat in the end, so most of the operators weren’t called into active duty. However, everyone was aware of it, and in a tight-knit group like Rainbow, word got around fast. Though, the Spetsnaz had Tachanka to fill them in on what little he knew about the situation before he left. But Fuze knew what was going on even before that. With Jäger being his partner, or more clearly, his boyfriend, he knew exactly what was happening the moment Ash was called to the scene.

Jäger was one of the first responders after the FBI arrived. He was used for his piloting skills to extract the operators on the field. However, during his flight into enemy territory, his helicopter took a hit, and he was stranded, injured inside a hive of bloodthirsty monsters. He was lucky to be retrieved by the other members of Rainbow after the crash. Fuze clenched his jaw.

He’s lucky to be alive right now.

I should’ve been there to help him.

Fuze shook the thoughts away, trying to keep from mentally kicking himself again. It was hard enough getting himself to stop doing it on the flight to Paris. He looked over at Jäger, who was still asleep next to him, and sighed. His face seemed peaceful, but his skin was still too pale and colorless to have Fuze fully settle. He brushed his fingers against Jager’s hand longingly, but pulled his hand back and turned his head away.

After a while, he let his thoughts fall quiet as he felt himself beginning to doze off again. He had been sitting, thinking to himself for at least an hour. Though, he was too lazy to check his watch for accuracy. He closed his eyes and began to feel his muscles relax, falling asleep to the sound of the quiet, rhythmic breathing of his lover.

However, something suddenly pulled at his attention. A break in the pattern. An abnormality in the rhythm.

Fuze snapped awake, sitting up and turning to look at Jäger, who was slowly beginning to stir as he drew in deep breaths, his face now a frown. Fuze watched him silently, his eyes flicking between his face and the sensor that was monitoring his vitals. After a few moments and heavy sighs, Jäger opened his eyes and slowly looked around the room. His gaze met Fuze’s, and they stared at each other for a moment. Jager’s face softened into a smile. Fuze’s heart melted.

“meine Liebe,” Jäger said, his voice quiet. “I knew I’d find you. I just had to look for a little while.” Fuze instinctively grabbed his hand and held it tight. Jäger squeezed back, but his grip was weak.

“You don’t need to look for me,” Fuze replied. “I’m here. Ich bin mit Dir hier.” Jäger chuckled at him.

“I see you’ve been working on your German.”

“Yes, I think I’m becoming quite fluent.”

“Oh, are you now?”

Fuze nodded, giving Jäger a smile. Jäger squeezed Fuze’s hand again playfully, gazing at him with tired but loving eyes. His smile faded after a moment.

“How long have I been out?” Jäger asked.

“Not yet forty-four hours.” Fuze responded, his voice lowering into a slightly more somber tone. “You were airlifted to Paris. I came as soon as I heard.” Jager’s face fell into a pained expression.

“Please don’t tell me you’re beating yourself up about not being there.” He said. Fuze’s silence spoke magnitudes. “No. No, don’t do that. I won’t allow you to!” When Fuze’s eyes broke away and he stayed silent, Jäger attempted to sit up. However, a sharp pain sliced through his lower abdomen. He inhaled sharply and his breath hitched in his throat, which made Fuze spring up and hold him back down on the bed. Fuze’s eyes were now wide and worried as Jäger settled back down dejectedly.

“Be careful…” Fuze pleaded. Jäger sighed, frowning at him.

“I won’t let you blame yourself.” He said sternly. “It was my mistake. Not yours.” Jäger paused, glaring at Fuze. “Okay? Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” Fuze said softly. “I hear you.” Jäger sighed, letting his head fall back on his pillow.

“Good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[ambivalentangst]

May They Rest at Ease

Hi!!! Long time no motivation!!! I realize I've been absent for awhile after I shat out that one thicc one shot, but I finally have something to post! It’s an original idea that I got attached to really fast: the concept of the soldiers that stayed loyal to Lotor being assigned to guard the Garrison trio, and upon learning how young they were, decided they would do pretty much anything to protect them. Involving some angst, whump, and comedy, I really like how this turned out, so I hope you do too!

tw: panic attacks, implied violence, and use of derogatory language

Trivars and Lovan were not what one would call prime soldiers, by any stretch of the imagination. Lovan had trouble doing more then a poor sprint, and Trivars currently had little to no muscle mass to speak of. Still, they’d been trained, like every other Galra in the empire. Everyone was enlisted to serve from the ages of twenty one phoebs to thirty one. For a time, they’d been in shape. They of course had to graduate top of their faction to be stationed with the main fleet, but it was easy to let loose a little when the fortress was hardly large enough to comprehend, and nobody ever actually attacked.

The rebels went after more remote locations, where it took longer for backup to reach and got the runts of the group. They got to reap the rewards of a few movements of hard work, and even when the new emperor ascended the throne, he appeared to have no desire to ship them out, which was good.

Truth be told, neither of them were all too eager to leave their little outpost, despite the fact that there’d been considerably more traffic their way ever since Voltron had been resurrected. There’d of course been the murmurs of dissent. The emperor was a half-breed, their commanders sneered, vitriol harsh in their tones. Lovan had personally looked to Trivars. They’d arrived to their current station essentially at the same time, despite the fact that their training ships were several galaxies apart from one another. It was generally kind of hard to dislike one another when they were both equally committed to staying out of as much conflict as possible, and were more content waging war on the old and very blind cook for extra servings then saying “vrepit sa” and blowing up their own ships.

“Meet me on the rec deck for cards?” Trivars mouthed, while Commander Nermant raged on. Lovan nodded, and that was the end of any protest from them towards the power switch.

It was with that kind of attitude that they got assigned to food patrol, and despite the fact that most of their superiors had jumped ship upon Lotor’s seizure of the throne, they didn’t really want their positions, so they did as they always did. Quajants, the cook, was too old to care much about the shift in rulers anyways. As long as he had his grill and pitiful variety of seasonings, he’d work.

When Lotor assigned them to the comfort and care of three of the paladins, they started to be a little mindful of his rule. The paladins, green, blue, and yellow at least, were absolute freaks, and had apparently very little regard for their own lives. They’d chased them across the ship for blowing up food packets--certainly nothing Quajants approved of--but quiznack them both if they sometimes needed a break from the surprisingly tasty brick impersonations he made. Lovan in particular had bemoaned that later, his legs aching from the exercise they hadn’t endured in quite some time. Still, there was no escaping it, and they at the very least could admire the artistry in launching the sentry out of the robeast coffin. It was a lot less disconcerting then the--shudder--witch using it for her own vile purposes, so they sucked on their popsicles and didn’t say anything about it.

It was only later that they realized that their antics were not the work of young adults having too much free time, and rather the products of cubs who desperately needed a break from the war they fought.

Lovan had first seen it, when the blue, red? It was very confusing and there were bets going around about which lion he actually piloted, but regardless, when the paladin had shown up from a recon mission out in the quadrants still in turmoil.

He had of course been there to greet him, because yeah they weren’t motivated, but they at least did what few duties they were assigned well. The paladin came from the hangars rubbing his back, stumbling into walls and clacking his teeth occasionally for no apparent reason. Lovan’s brows scrunched tightly together. He was not well versed in the way of the paladins’ species, but from what he had observed it was not normal behavior.

“Paladin, do you need to be taken to the infirmary?” he asked, and the boy had stopped, bracing himself against a wall.

“No, no, I’m fine. And I told you to call me Lance. I just got a little close to another explosion, and I still get some pain sometimes from one that got me awhile back. First foot battle I’d fought, actually,” he muttered, mostly to himself. Lovan still had his concerns, but Lance waved him off.

“I’m ‘gonna go lie down in one of the spare rooms. Lotor mentioned where they were when we first arrived, so you don’t have to show me,” he told him. Lovan resisted the urge to argue, and watched the paladin stumble away. He’d be fine, probably. He was a warrior.

Lance did not come out from the rooms quickly, and it was in fact Lovan who came in to check on him. The Altean castle ship stayed near Galra headquarters, which was certainly a change up from the norm but not entirely unwelcome. It was a symbol of peace, at the very least, a reminder that though they were soldiers they might not have to fight. Regardless of its proximity, Lance appeared to not care if the way his body was pressed wholeheartedly into the mattress was any indication.

“Uh, Lance, right?” The name was odd on Lovan’s tongue, and it came out strangely with the way he stressed different sounds. “Is there anything you need? By Galra standards, you’ve been down for quite some time,” he told him, standing off to the side. He did not care to do anything that wasn’t authorized, and have the emperor find out. Lance turned on his side with a hiss of pain, staring out at Lovan through glassy eyes. He bit his lip, seeming to debate it for a moment before asking,

“Do you have a heating pad somewhere?” Lovan nodded.

“Of course, I’ll have it brought it immediately, sir.” The “vrepit sa” he usually added at the end of such an address was on the tip of his tongue, but he shoved it down and turned away. Only out of the corner of his eye did he see the way Lance rolled back onto his stomach, hands twisted into white knuckled grips around the fabric of the sheets. He frowned.

Lovan came back to give him the pad as requested, and found Lance as he had left him.

“On your back?” he asked, and the paladin nodded. Lovan carefully set it across the boy’s skin, smoothing out the lumps in the gel as gently as he could. He was a solider, but he was not cruel. He was inspecting his work when he heard Lance sniffle, and smelled the faint salt that came from his tears.

“Lance?” he asked after a moment’s hesitation. “Are you alright? Was I too rough?” Lance waved him off, not moving from his position on his stomach.

“No, no, it’s not you. I’m just--it hurts is all. Coran had some meds for it, that’s our, uh, advisor I guess, but we ran out and I’ve been meaning to ask Lotor but he’s been busy so I just need some time. I’m fine,” he explained, but his hands hadn’t unfurled from their positions. Lovan examined him, unsure of how to respond, but knowing that if he made a move to leave, the emperor would have his hide. In line with how contradictory he was to most of what the Galra represented, the emperor had instructed both he and Trivars to treat the paladins with utmost care. With his orders in mind, Lovan crossed to the other side of the bed and sat. There was a surprising amount of room, considering how small the paladins were.

Lovan remembered his sister, older then him and with cubs of her own. He had liked being an uncle, on the rare time he had off. He didn’t know how old Lance was, the subject had never before been broached, but he did feel like something had to be done to comfort him. He stared at his hand for a moment, flexing clawed fingers experimentally, and then settled them delicately into Lance’s hair.

The boy tensed for a moment, shoulders hunching, before he let out a soft cry of pain at his own action and relaxed. Lovan twisted his hair gently in his fingertips, ran his hands gently over his scalp and down the back of his neck. Cubs calmed quickly with ears scratched and pats lavished atop their heads, but Lance did not have the same furry features Lovan was accustomed to, so he made do. He said nothing, but Lance didn’t pull away and soon the tension in his body melted away along with his tears. When Lovan looked over and saw his eyes closed, he felt content.

Lovan later told Trivars about the incident through time spent cleaning their rifles, to which he replied that he’d experienced something similar with the green paladin, or Pidge, as she preferred to be called.

She’d come back from a mission worn, a scuff on her glasses that she was apparently trying to buff out but was being stubborn. Trivars had offered his assistance, but he’d been shooed away until she absolutely burst into tears, to which he panicked because he had his orders, and he wasn’t so great with emotions.

“Pidge was crying and she started telling me about how her dad and her had gone with her brother to pick out the ‘frames’, and her dad had gone back home and Matt was on a mission. She cried for awhile, and then I got her to step away from her computer and take a nap.” Trivars stated it plainly, tongue poking from the side of his mouth as he rubbed his rag over a particularly hard to reach area. Lovan took a moment to process the information, and it wasn’t until they were putting their blasters back onto the rack that he wondered aloud,

“How old do you think they are, anyways?” Trivars paused, already halfway to the door. His lips pressed together, ears twitching.

“They’re warriors. I’d assume they’re young, if the incident with the sentry means anything, but after a year spent in training, they’d have to be twenty two phoebs, at least. I don’t know what they’re supposed to look like at that age. Humans,” the word was stretched awkwardly to accommodate fangs and a fumbling tongue, as many involving the paladin’s were, “Age differently, of course, but that’s a good guess.” Lovan nodded. Young, but not obscenely so. He didn’t dwell on it for too much longer, and raced Trivars to the rec room. He wanted the good chair, without any of the common rips in it that usually came from a botched game some soldier got sensitive about.

A few weeks later, the paladins that Lovan and Trivars were in charge of again stayed on emperor’s ship, as was becoming routine with the continuing negotiations between Voltron and what technically constituted the empire. The ship was on its sleep cycle when the alarms began to ring, and the whole thing shuddered violently, an explosion able to be heard off to the west. Lovan and Trivars, who were sleeping peacefully in their bunks, jolted awake and stumbled over each other in an attempt to get to their guns first.

They both raced down the halls, yelling at each other.

“Lotor is going to kill us!” Trivars announced loudly, cringing as the ship shook again.

“The paladins are up ahead. They said something about a ‘sleep over,’ and apparently are staying in the same room for the night. We can corral them there,” Lovan told him. He was not so out of breath as he had once been, traipsing after their charges while doing damage control for their antics. The paladins had gotten the both of them back into shape unwittingly, but effectively.

They burst into the room to find the three suited up, but crouched around the yellow paladin, who sucked in wheezing breaths as best as he could, and seemed to curl further into himself every time there was a particularly loud bang to be heard. Lance rubbed his back, while Pidge held his hands to keep his nails from biting into the skin of his palms.

“Hunk, Hunk, it’s okay. We’re all okay. Lotor and Allura and Shiro can take care of it. It’s just some of the rebels. Remember? Unorganized, scattered. It’s nothing like before.” Trivars looked to Lovan, unsure of how to proceed. Lovan shrugged. If he had to guess from their conversation, the yellow paladin was agonizing over memories of a nasty fight where an accident had happened. He’d seen soldiers in similar states under Zarkon’s rule, except of course their superiors weren’t nearly as forgiving. They could hear footsteps from down the hall, sloppy, limping. Trivars’ ears twitched, the sound still too far off for the paladins to hear.

Hunk continued to gasp, and Lance’s expression darkened, eyes narrowing.

“He’s seventeen. I’m seventeen, and I’m on the floor helping him get a panic attack under control so we can go out and fight the thing that caused it. This is fucked,” he hissed, knowing Hunk wouldn’t register it at the moment, and Pidge nodded her agreement. She kept her grip gentle on Hunk’s hands regardless.

Lovan looked to Trivars, trying to understand what had been said. They didn’t use the same terminology, but they got the gist. Lovan’s finger moved to the trigger of his blaster, and he willed himself to keep from firing. There was no enemy at the moment, and the sound would only exacerbate whatever was occurring with the yellow paladin, no, with Hunk. Trivars’ voice was hard when he spoke, claws denting the metal of his own gun.

“We’ll be in the hall. Keep yourselves safe. The rebels will be dealt with,” he explained, and Lovan followed him out the door that slid shut behind them.

The rebels came skulked towards their location with smoldering clothes and a fire in their eyes.

“Stand down,” the apparent leader sneered, despite the disarray of himself and his men. “Don’t waste your lives in defense of a half-breed.” Lovan thought of the way Lance had melted into his touch, and Trivars remembered Pidge’s hysterics after her father and brother left, even only temporarily. The memory of Hunk’s fear was fresh. Where the rebels were scorching in their intensity, they were cool and frozen over with resolve. They looked to one another, guns growing hot under their paws.

They weren’t fighters for the empire, exactly. They could care less what Lotor did as long as it was easy for them. They were, however, willing to be protectors of the cubs, their cubs, that were caught in a war they shouldn’t have to deal with.

“Vrepit sa,” Trivars and Lovan snarled, and fired away.