#i'm sorry your ex put you through that op ):

[wordstome]

the very first night (ntwdt pt 2)

tell me that you hate it hate that i'm no longer in your reach if i can't hear you say it maybe you can't change it, but if you never if you never put it on the line how am i gonna sign for it?

alpha colonel König x beta ex-lover reader

2nd person, no y/n, she/her pronouns, reader's callsign is Eden, reader speaks French, omegaverse, exes to lovers, fraternization, fantasy version of military protocol, probable incorrect use of "copy"

2.2k words

tw: mentions of dead bodies and vague violence, dirty talk, könig is in rut but no actual sex happens, mention of grinding

Do you guys still even remember this au??? 😅 I'm back to writing this fic with this specific format just like the last time I had bad writer's block. I'm sorry that I basically made you guys take a poll and then immediately disregarded the results :( metalhead König is going to be the next one published, and then kosovo maiden. Anyway, this is less of a foray into the omegaverse as it is into exploring a married couple's dynamic. Forgive me if it's inaccurate, I've never been married. (Several of the people who will probably read this are married so...I might be really embarrassing myself here lol)

“Two on your six, O’Conor.”

König watches as his colleague takes down his pursuants with practiced ease. “Good to have someone watching over me, Eden.” the man roughs into his comms.

“It was my pleasure, Declan.”

“Can you two keep the flirting off the main comms?” Fender huffs. König hears O’Conor snort before the line goes quiet.

“Steady,” Horangi says next to him.

“What?” König says.

“You’re breathing like an angry bull. It’s unnerving.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s obvious you’re mad O’Conor’s flirting with your ex-wife.”

“She’s not—“ König lets out a sigh of defeat and tips his head away from the scope. “She can do whatever she wants. I’m not her keeper.”

“Right, which is why you’re white-knuckling your rifle and giving off the most furious pheromones I've ever felt."

König gives his friend a deadly side eye. “Can I help you?”

“Nah. Just confirming what I already know”, Horangi answers, unbearably smug.

König rolls his eyes and returns to the task at hand.

The two of you avoid each other, mostly.

When you’re forced to interact, it's with stiff professionalism. Cold and distant. The way it was when it was really, really bad.

You spend your time becoming closer to the other operators. O'Conor, for one, is someone you find yourself growing close to. In your line of work, it's usually not a good idea to get too attached to someone who may not see the next day, but it's part of your job to know these people now.

They're so competent that you can ignore the obvious, anyway.

König's always been competent, but watching him work nowadays is strange, like watching a remake of a nostalgic childhood film.

His movements are the same. He flicks his wrist the same way, with a heartbeat's worth of pause before the movement. Him taking cover, leaning with that awful posture you always got on his case about.

But everything about him is more ruthless, more efficient. The unrefined brutality of his youth is replaced with a honed precision that is foreign to you.

It stings, though you know the feeling has no right to exist.

You can't keep yourself from reminiscing about the past, when everything about him was familiar. When you knew him so well, it was enough to save both your lives.

"We've lost comms with König."

Your heart drops into your throat. You've been on several ops with him at this point, but this has never happened before.

"What do you mean you've lost comms?"

"He's not responding."

"What?" Fear grips your heart at everything that implies.

"He's in your building, Eden. Find him and extract. Copy."

You move slowly, like ice is flowing through your veins. "Copy."

You will yourself to calm down. Lost communications doesn't mean anything but lost communications. Panicking that you're going to encounter his body will only ensure you end up as a corpse as well. Besides, who could ever take down a man like that, tall like a giant and quick like a viper as he is?

If you had lost comms, what would you do? Re-establish them, of course. Pick your way out of the building and do everything in your power to reconnect with your team. From where König entered, he'd be exiting the building on the east side. You turn to head that way, then hesitate.

König's not you, though. He's not like any other member of the team. Proud, arrogant, vicious König, far more so than other alphas. You used to be afraid of him while he was at work, but eventually you came to realize that was simply how he was in his element—a different persona he wore to battle. As much as you wished he would be sensible and take the safe route, König would never take the safe route. He'd be carrying on the mission on his own, moving towards the target at the center of the building.

But he's a professional. No matter how good he is at what he does, he's not a one-man army, and he knows the right thing to do would be to extract. It's a gamble. If you head towards the east exit and he's not there, you could be losing precious time to find him. But if you head towards the center, you could be walking right into a fight you can't win and become overwhelmed.

You let out a shaky breath and attempt to calm your mind. What would he do? What is he thinking? If you make the wrong call, if you don't know your lover as well as you think you do, one of you won't be walking out of here. You close your eyes and think.

You open them with newfound determination and turn towards the center of the building.

You'd been right, of course, judging by the fallen enemies you find as you move through the hallways. But you don't allow yourself to feel sure until the moment you lay eyes on him, securing the target—a hard drive containing sensitive information.

"König!" you hiss, just as he whips towards you, gun drawn. He relaxes when he sees it's only you. Despite the fraught situation you're in, you can't help yourself from dashing towards him and burying your face into his chest in a hug.

"Eden," he says, his relief evident.

"You stupid motherfucker," you hiss. "You should have extracted the moment your comms cut out."

His eyes crinkle up behind his mask the way they always do when he smiles. "You knew I wouldn't."

"Yes, because I am burdened with being one of the few people on this earth who knows you like the back of my hand. Atlas holding up the sky," you grumble.

"I know you're relieved to see me," he responds, joy evident in his tone.

You let out a sigh. "Can we just get out of here?"

"Aye-aye, captain."

You could do without those memories, you think whenever the two of you trade clipped exchanges during ops now.

König still has traces of the arrogance of his youth, but it shows through less now. He's wiser, more patient and far less reckless.

You catch yourself admiring how good of a leader he's become. His connection with his teammates is like muscles flexing a hand.

You're no longer a part of that nervous system.

In fact, he's always catching you off guard now.

The energy in the common area is weird today.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s like everyone’s walking on eggshells, but at the same time, nobody’s mood seems to be that affected. It’s like you’re all mice living in someone’s walls: going about business as usual, but with some looming threat casting a pall over everything.

“Is it just me or does the energy on base feel off today?” you ask Calisto.

“Oh. Yeah, that. Don’t worry about it,” she says. She swings open the refrigerator and pulls out coffee creamer. “No need for concern. König’s in rut.”

You do a double take. “He is?”

“Yeah.” She’s casual about it as she dumps cream and sugar into her coffee. “Usually he has a pretty light rut—he just gets testy and irritated. But for some reason this time is bad.” She offers you the cream, but you shake your head. “Don’t know what’s up with him, but he had to barricade himself in his room. His scent is driving people up the wall.”

You stare at the table in front of you. It can’t be a coincidence that König’s rut gets worse as soon as you’re near him again, can it?

When you look up, Horangi is staring at you from across the room. Slowly, he raises his mug to his lips, never once taking his eyes off of you.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

Calisto was right. The scent is overwhelming, but it's also familiar. You can't blame the others for avoiding the area. If you'd never dealt with him in this state before, you'd be hightailing it out of there too. Which is why you're doing this despite...everything.

You hover outside his door, trying to gather yourself, or work up the nerve to knock, or anything. It doesn’t matter in the end, though.

“I can smell you, liebling,” comes his voice, deep and growling and verging on feral. A shiver runs up your spine. You haven’t been called that in a long, long time.

“I only came here to bring you things. Water and…snacks.” you stammer, instantly hating yourself for how weak you sound.

“All these years later…and you still smell the same.” He blows right past your feeble little excuse, not even dignifying it with a response.

“I’m just here to check on you,” you murmur.

“Is that so.” You gasp as you hear a loud thud against the door from the other side. Oh God, it’s him, his body heat almost burning through the wood, pressed so close that you can hear his heaving breaths. “How kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do, considering…”

“Considering it’s your fault I’m like this in the first place?”

Your legs feel weak. “Yes.”

His voice is silky, dangerous despite the barely restrained lust behind it. “Good girl.”

“That’s not fair,” you whisper.

“That’s a shame. You used to like it when I called you that. Still do, according to my nose.”

You wish he wasn’t right, but he is. You’re so slick that you’re soaking your underwear.

“Do you want the water or not?”

“Are you going to come with it?”

“I—”

“Because I promise you, if you’re still standing there when I open this door, you will get fucked against it.” He sounds like a savage animal snapping his jaws in hunger, and fuck, your body feels hot and weak in response. Every cell in your body is screaming out for you to throw open that door and let him fuck you limp. If you told him to break down the door, you’re sure that he would.

“You can’t say that anymore,” you whisper, hating the words as they leave you.

That seems to bring König back to rationality. You can picture him now on the other side of the door, shoulders slumping as he withdraws back into himself. "I...I'm sorry."

You slide down to sit on the ground with your back to the door, gripping a water bottle in a clenched fist. "It's like no time has passed at all, huh?"

You hear him let out a shaky breath, clearly trying to collect himself and bite back words he can't say. "Yeah."

That's the thing, isn't it? Your biology and his got the two of you into this situation in the first place. Very little of that has changed. Even though you've grown distanced in your minds, your bodies haven't forgotten the connection.

You're still struggling with how to feel about that. So much of your life has been dictated by what your body needs and wants. You've spent just as much time bucking against those needs and wants, so much that it feels like second nature.

"All of this...it takes me back. Do you remember the first night I spent with you during a rut?" you say. For a while you don't think he's heard you, but then he responds.

"How could I forget? It's my most embarrassing memory."

"Still?"

"I swore I would never let something like that happen again."

You giggle a little. "It was cute, for what it's worth." That first time, you'd come prepared with water and food, just like you had tonight, prepared for a long night full of...strenuous exercise. Instead, König had gotten so overwhelmed at his first rut with a partner that he came by just grinding on your leg and immediately fell into a 12-hour sleep.

"Yeah, you've said that. Doesn't make me cringe any less."

"And I'll say it again, it wasn't as bad as you think it is." You idly trace the cap of the water bottle with a fingertip. "There's no shame between us."

Another long pause before he responds. "Was."

A dull, throbbing pain nestles itself below your sternum.

"It...doesn't have to be past tense," you put forth tentatively.

"Doesn't it? We've gone right back to being strangers. You're still on the other side of the door."

You bite your lip. You can't deny that, nor the distance that's grown between the two of you.

This is all happening too fast. You don't know if you want to close the gap. You don't know if you're ready to make amends, after what happened.

"You're in no condition to have this conversation," you say, to distract both him and yourself.

"Conversation with you is hard to come by nowadays."

"Well...let's change that. Starting when your rut's over. Let's try talking like normal people again." This time, you don't know if you can blame your stupid biology for the relief you feel saying that. Maybe this time it's nothing but you and your treacherous heart.

You hear a thump against the door, but not an aggressive one. More like he's leaned his head against it. "I guess we have to start somewhere."

More silence. Then he speaks again, his voice tremulous.

"Can you stay? It's easier when you're here."

You swallow, your mouth gone dry like a desert. You can barely manage your next two words. "Of course."

The rest of the night is quiet, but you know he's there. At one point, you can even hear his steady, even breathing. Somewhere along the way, you notice that your breathing has synced with his.

The two of you fall asleep like that, propped up next to each other with a single layer of wood between you.

I miss you like it was the very first night...

I only revised this once while exhausted out of my fucking mind at 3am, so forgive me if anything's awkward or clunky. I'll probably go through it again in the morning (and die of cringe). But there we go! I hope you guys enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts and comments <3

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[ikemen-translations]

Morganatic Idol Prologue 3/10

MC: Ugh... I'm sleepy... I stayed up all night

(However, I managed to write the proposal by the deadline)

(All I have to do is submit this...!)

MC: Mori-san! I have created a proposal for a new commercial so please check it out

Mori: Oh, you made it too?

Mori flipped through the proposal I handed her

Mori: ... It's surprisingly well shaped

MC: Yes, I came up with my own idea to convey the charm of perfume to the fullest

MC: It's a big project that will be broadcast to the world but I would like to take on the challenge to improve my own abilities

Mori: ... that's right. Well, this time anyone can submit a project

Mori: But it's too late. It's better to submit it sooner rather than just before the deadline. All full-time employees did that

MC: I'm so sorry...

Mori: Well, that's fine. i'll submit this to the section manager

MC: Thank you!

(I put all my efforts into the proposal. I hope it goes well)

A few days have passed since then. There is a nervous and restless atmosphere within the company

(I wonder what happened to my project... I can't help but wonder... but for now I have no choice but to wait)

After the lunch break when I returned to the office, my team members were chatting in the corner of the room

FE1: I wonder whose project will be chosen?

FE2: It would be great if it was someone from our team. Maybe we could get closer to Exe

They were so absorbed talking that they didn't even notice my return

FE1: Come to think of it, MC-san also submitted a plan, right?

(!)

Mori: Yes, it was on the last minute

FE2: Is it because the Exes are the image characters after all?

FE3: I was so excited because I wanted to meet a super idol!

... My heart made a disgusting sound at the words I heard

FE1: There's no way a project created by a temporary employee with no experience would be selected, Eiko

Mori: Yeah, no matter how hard she try she can't beat us

MC: ...

(No, I didn't try my best because an idol was involved)

I grasp my palms tightly

(... But I have to be patient. It's true that I have no experience and these people and I are in very different positions)

I notice that the full-time girls looked down on me because I was a temporary worker

(It can't be helped...)

Even though I knew it in my head, I was filled with regret

(Let's get some air outside)

I quietly left the office to freshen up

Manager: Hey, Mori-kun!

Mori: Chief? What's wrong?

Manager: Your department's project will be used in the competition! It's a great honot to be chosen out of all the companies!

Manager: Look, this is it. It's the project you submitted just before the deadline

Mori: It's...!

Chief: The presentation will be giving soon. Please brush up on this project by then. Can you do it?

Mori: ...

FE1: Hey, hey, that plan...

Mori: Yes! Let's work together as a team!

Manager: You said it! Now, I'm going to go right away and report to the chief that you will be in charge

Mori: ...

FE1: That plan is.. MC's...

Mori: ... Our team submitted it, so it's our plan

Mori: It's impossible for a kid with no exprience to do such a big job. Isn't that right?

FE1: Oh, that's right

FE2: Yes, she is inexperienced after all

Mori: That's it. Come on, let's get to work. It's going to be busy!

A few days later. That day, the office was hectic since the morning

I was told only that we had a visitor and was sent shopping without any explanation

MC: Haa... I finally finished... It's heavy

I'm exhausted from carrying so many coffee pots and boxes of sweets

(Teito Hotel's high-class tea and sweets set and the cafe's most expensive hot coffee)

(Even though the company already has things for guests, why bother to prepare new ones? I wonder if there will be any special people coming today)

MC: Anyway, I have to get back to the office soon... Whaat!?

Suddenly, someone bumped into me from the side. My body staggered and I almost fell.

MC: Kyaa...!

I closed my eyes unconsciously

But... before I could fall to the ground, strong arms grabbed me

(... who?)

When I opened my eyes in fear...

Xeno: ...

What was in front of me were cold, emotionless eyes...

He has an overwhelming presence that cannot be mistaken

Exe Creed Xeno is staring at me

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[bbygirlky18]

Can I request Roman comforting y/n or your own op it's up to you. after they had they had a anxiety attack that leads to smut( Only if you want) i'm cool with just fluff too

Physical Love! Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns x Paige Ramos

Warnings: Smut!!

Word Count: 558

NSFW!!!!

A/N: Hi everyone!! I'm sending everyone virtual hearts as thank you for the likes that you leave on the requests. This was sent by @angelreigns444 let's get into it. Like I said feel free to send me names for your character if you want them to have one. If you want me to I can use y/n or just a name from one of my own OCs

@angelreigns444 Paige is the name.

I will use Roman's real name.

It was a rainy Thursday morning and Paige was up making breakfast when she got a flashback of the nightmare where her ex came back for her. She’d been having it for the past 4 weeks now. Dropping the spatula she scrambled to a corner and started shaking. Her breathing became harder than it was. 

Joe, still asleep, jolted up to the sound of the spatula dropping and ran out of the room to find Paige hyperventilating in the corner. Joe ran over to Paige and asked “Do you mind if I wrap you in my arms?” Trying not to make her anxiety worse. Paige nodded yes and Joe quickly scooped her up in his arms.

He starts speaking to her “Baby, try to slow your breathing down. We’ll do it together. Inhale and exhale. Make your breathing match mine.” Joe started breathing in and out to help her calm her breathing down. Once her breathing was calm and she was calm he looked at her “You ok baby?” He asked worriedly.

She nods and says “Yea. I’m alright. It was just a flashback of the nightmare that I’d been having for 4 weeks where my ex-boyfriend kept coming back for me. I can’t sleep after it happens so I just stay awake.” Joe looked at her with worry in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me. I would’ve stayed up with you.” She looks at Joe and says “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping and I know how tiring your job is so I let you sleep.” He says “Next time wake me up.” She says “I will baby. I was in the middle of cooking when it happened so can you make breakfast.” Joe decides to go cook but Paige has something else in mind. 

Paige went into their room and put on this 2 piece lingerie set that was black. She saw Joe with his back turned to her so she sits on the island and she says “Hey Baby. Do you like my outfit?” He turns around to find her in lingerie and he can’t help but stare at her and the way her body looks in it. Joe says “Yea. I like that a lot.” Joe continues to stare. 

Paige says “Turn off the stove if you’re gonna stare.” Joe says “I’m not staring. I’m just enjoying the view.” Joe turns off the stove and walks over to Paige. He grabs Paige's waist and says “You’re a naughty girl.” Joe kisses Paige’s neck which causes her to throw her head back. Joe’s fingers rub right over the lingerie and Paige moans. 

Joe looks at her with lust “I didn’t even touch you yet and you’re needy for me already.” Then Joe licked her slowly and deeply, teasing her with his tongue, while Paige writhed beneath him in pleasure. Joe then moved up her body and slammed into her, thrusting in and out, while Paige clung to him, nails digging into his back.

They moved together in unison, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies until eventually, they both reached their climaxes. After they came Joe carried her into the room and says “Let’s get cleaned up. We have to eat breakfast and then go to the gym.” Paige follows him into the shower and kisses him.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this. I enjoyed writing it. Sorry if the smut isn't the best, I'm not a perfectionist lol. If you can't find my request box then send your request to my ask me anything box. Love you guys. <33333

[waywardstation]

I love the train of thought au! I hate Tumblr though, especially mobile Tumblr. Had to scroll for 30~20 minutes to reach the bottom of the tag. (Mobile Tumblr reloaded at least a few times and I almost threw my phone. I think I cried twice in frustration.)

I am absolutely foaming at the mouth because I've always liked the way Ingo and Emmet get presented, the characterizations are just so... Mwah 🤭.

For some reason the only thing I could think about after spending an entire night reading that wall of posts was the concept of big brother Ingo.

Sorry if I'm ranting here, it really has nothing pertaining to the au at all but I hate this concept, especially the societal concept that the older brother takes care of the younger one. Twins especially since they are usually born minutes from each other and that really doesn't mean anything different in experience.

Yes, Emmet is younger but I've always pictured him as the headstrong one that stands up for Ingo more often than not. (Honestly that's the vibe they give off collectively). I like to think of them as not in a big brother, little brother dynamic but a "we been through so much shit together we support each other fully" dynamic. I do understand why people like using it though.

Wait, what was this post about again? I swear I'm not trying to negatively rant right after bringing up stuff that plagued my mind while reading. I guess all I want to say is thank you for hosting this wonderful community au on your blog.

Expect Tumblr crabs in your blog later on. This is a warning.

Hey there OP! Glad you like it, I do too!!! (Still working on that masterpost ^^;) and apologies with tumblr mobile, I know it’s not the best with optimization!

I’m putting a readmore below because I got a lot more detailed than I intended to, regarding Ingo and Emmet’s sibling dynamic.

I like your views because it really isn’t as black and white (ha) as all that. I am a twin myself, the younger between us (and also by a few minutes) and throughout our lives it certainly has gone back and forth with us, but there’s really no definite position of looking after the other, just like with any other sibling relationship.

Given how Ingo and Emmet are, I imagine their dynamic very similar to what you’re talking about, being each others’ full supporters. Multiple lines in Masters EX show this, like these few from Emmet:

"Ingo and I are twins. We're both Subway Bosses, and we're each other's closest rival! We always challenge each other to get better. That's the kind of relationship we have! It's always a lot of fun when we're together!"

However, I feel like Ingo might feel… I don’t want to say obligated, because it’s certainly not work, and he knows very well Emmet can fend for himself, but perhaps inclined (pressured? By himself??) to carry through with what’s normally expected of an older brother. He might feel like he should look out for Emmet when he can:

“My younger brother, Emmet, would always entertain passengers on the Battle Subway... Now he is enjoying being a host here on Pasio. However, he's still new to this style of hospitality. Would you mind keeping an eye on him?"

And this might be somewhat spurred by the fact that Emmet looks up to Ingo, which I am sure Emmet has made Ingo aware of - he just might not want to let Emmet down:

"Do you have any siblings? I have an older brother, Ingo. He's verrrry strong. He hardly ever loses in Pokémon battles. Even though I also hold the title of Subway Boss, I really look up to him."

I do feel Emmet is very ready to support Ingo as well, seeing as how in their story event in Masters EX, Emmet was trying very hard to help Ingo with a project of theirs:

"I want to make Ingo’s idea a reality! Please, let me do this!"

And regarding your thoughts that of the two, Emmet is more headstrong, I feel similarly, and think he would always very clearly stand up for Ingo when needed.

I do headcanon that growing up, Emmet was more outgoing than Ingo (and that this led him to meeting Elesa, the new exchange student at their school, and taking her over to Ingo to introduce her to him, since he was more reserved and shy - not terribly so, but more so than Emmet)

ALL IN ALL - both Ingo and Emmet fully support and help each other out whenever they need it. And while Ingo might feel pressured by himself to look out for Emmet as the older brother, Emmet naturally does it for Ingo just as much, if not a little more, simply due to his outgoing nature

To try and tie this back to Train of Thought AU, I’m sure Akari and Irida would see a lot of moments expressing this dynamic of theirs in the many memory traincars throughout the mind station.

AND MG Emmet himself is pretty much a monument to this. MG Emmet is doing everything he can to keep Ingo safe from the Remnant and to protect him, even at his own expense to some degree. MG Emmet might only be a mental projection of how Ingo sees his brother, but the fact that MG Emmet is doing that means Ingo knows Emmet would do things like that for him, and he would.

Thanks for your ask OP!!! Very glad you like the AU, and happy you gave me a chance to go into all of this - I did not expect to dissect things like I did haha.

(And tumblr crabs? oh boy!!! Those would be my first!!)

[wenevergotusedtoegypt]

Not an ask, precisely, just a follow-up....

Hello, I'm not sure if you recall this but a couple days ago I made the post comparing different branches of Judaism to different sorts of restoration and whatnot and I just wanted to send you an apology cause I deleted the post and so you probably can't read the note I send you there. So.

I'm sorry about using that analogy for Orthodox Judaism. Reading it with your comment in mind I saw how that could be hurtful and damaging in general, bringing to mind more of a backwards, Neo-Luddite community rather than one who has put in so much effort and study to find a way to live a halachically Jewish life in the modern world. I should have read what I wrote more carefully before posting and spreading ideas that at best would paint a wrong picture and just generally misinform the public.

And as for the idea that orthodox judaism doesn't work in the modern world... well I meant to write something closer to that orthodox judaism is more split from the 21st century, "western" life (everything from the way people spend their time to their values to the way they dress or what they read) compared to reform, which seems to have fewer conflicts (as in situations where reform jews would take a different course of action) with that culture (ex. in regards to following the laws of kashrut).

Regardless of what was meant, what's done is done and we can only hope that very few people got past the first sentence of that post. I'm not sure what else to do about it.

Thank you for sending this.  I appreciate that you took my feedback in stride.

I'm just going to give a little context for other readers since I can't link to the original post now that you've deleted it. The post under discussion defined the differences between the Orthodox, Conservative, and Reform movements as being analogous respectively to preservation (keeping as it originally was even though it would not function in the modern world in that state), conservation (which I don't remember exactly how you defined it but not super relevant here), and sorry I forget what, but doesn't really matter for this ask. I took issue with OP's characterization of Orthodoxy as a) stuck in the past and b) non-functional in modern society.

So with that context in mind, I do just want to ask you to continue interrogating your conception of Orthodoxy a bit more. Because you still seem to be under the impression that Orthodoxy doesn't really fit in 2023, and it's only through great effort and twisting ourselves in knots that Orthodox Jews have managed to shove this old-timey way of life into the 21st century. And that's just not true. Halacha is completely applicable to modern life. It wasn't designed for one place and one era; it's not a Model T that we've carefully kept running without changing it much and somehow manage to drive on modern highways (albeit only at its top speed of 40-45mph) even though it wasn't created for that. Halacha consists of underlying concepts that can be and are readily applied to modern situations. 

When we consult a work of Jewish law that was written centuries ago, it's relevant not because we are forcing 11th or 16th century circumstances to make sense within the 21st century world by hook or by crook, but because the concepts that were being applied to 11th or 16th century life can just as easily be applied to 21st century life. The laws of physics were once applied to simple animal-drawn wagons and are now applied to rocket ships, but they’re still the same laws. Halacha was applied when Jews were using oil lamps, and it’s applied now when we use electric lights; when we cooked in clay ovens and now with modern induction stovetops. The technology changes, the context changes, but the principles are still the same and can be applied no matter what.

[pesterloglog]

Feferi Peixes, Eridan Ampora

Act 5, page 2467

cuttlefishCuller [CC] began trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]

CC: W)()()()()(-E-E-E-E-EW.

CA: fef are you in

CC: Yea)(...

CA: that took forevver

CA: i wwas gettin wworried kinda

CC: Yes, it was a pretty close call, and got kind of complicated.

CC: But Sollux finally came t)(roug)(, and now I believe t)(e full c)(ain is complete!

CA: man that guy

CA: hes a fuckin drama machine it is fuckin pathetic

CC: YOUR STUPID FIS)(Y FAC-E IS T)(-E DRAMA MAC)(IN-E T)(AT DO-ES NOT)(ING BUT W)(IN-E AND GLUB.

CC: 38P

CA: fuck SORRY

CC: Anyway you s)(ouldn't say t)(at about )(im, )(e is a )(ero and )(e saved my life.

CA: yeah sorry

CA: i wwas just really wworried and stressed out i thought you wwere dead

CA: and i didnt evven get to thank you for savvin my life or really for anythin

CA: and i just spent all this time here wworryin and thinkin about stuff

CA: and i decided i havve something i wwant to tell you

CA: that ivve been meaning to get off my nub for a wwhile noww

CC: O)(, really?

CC: T)(at's good! Actually, I )(ave somet)(ing I )(ave been meaning to say to you too.

CA: wwhoa really

CA: uh

CA: wwhat is it

CA: you go first

CC: Mm, okay.

CC: But t)(is isn't easy to say!

CA: yeah i knoww

CA: its ok maybe i wwill understand more than you think

CA: wwe might evven be sayin the same thing

CC: Okay, I )(ope so.

CC: I t)(ink...

CC: Now t)(at we are bot)( in t)(is game, and )(ave left our world be)(ind...

CC: And you can no longer pose t)(e danger to our people t)(at you )(ad always planned to...

CC: I t)(ink it is not really necessary for me to be your moirail anymore.

CA: wwhoa

CA: wwait

CA: wwhat

CC: 38(

CC: I am really sorry, -Eridan. It )(as just been so )(ard looking after you and keeping you out of trouble!

CC: It )(as taken its toll, and )(onestly I am really ex)(austed.

CA: fuck

CA: this isnt what

CA: i dont knoww i wwasnt expectin this at all

CA: im not sure i can handle this

CC: I'm sorry!!! 38'(

CC: It will be t)(e best for bot)( of us. We can just sort of be...

CC: Regular friends instead.

CA: no

CA: please dont

CA: look im bein serious here dont do this

CA: i wont even use my weird accent while i type ok so you know im bein really dead serious and honest about this

CC: Uh...

CC: Okay, I am being serious and honest too. SEE?

CA: ok good

CA: are you sure you arent bein hasty about this youve just been through a lot

CA: i mean we are supposed to be fated to be moirails arent we

CA: isnt that how it works

CA: you cant just throw all that away cause youre sick of me

CC: I am not sick of you, Eridan! I still really like you.

CC: In order to be destined for moirallegience, both people have to be on board, don't you think?

CC: But I cannot do it anymore. So I think it just wasn't meant to be all along.

CC: And really, you just don't need me anymore. You are free to do as you wish! We both are.

CC: I can't look after you anymore.

CA: I DIDNT EVER NEED ANYONE TO LOOK AFTER ME

CA: i was totally fuckin fine my ambitions were noble

CA: and really none of your fuckin business QUITE FRANKLY your majesty

CA: and the only reason i put up with stickin my flipper in this fuckin shithole quadrant with you was

CC: Was what?

CA: nevermind

CC: Tell me!

CA: ok fine

CA: i apologize for losin my shit over this i was just caught off guard is all

CA: but maybe its a good thing really

CA: actually i might a been proposin the same thing to be honest

CC: Oh?

CA: yeah

CA: fef have you thought about

CA: since you dont wanna be pale with me no more

CA: the possibility a some other type of arrangement with me

CC: What do you mean?

CA: i mean

CA: somethin a bit more

CA: kinda reddish

CA: like

CA: brighter red

CC: 38O

CC: No, I hadn't thought about it!

CA: ok well what do you think about it

CA: now that youre thinkin about it

CC: Um...

CC: I really don't know about that.

CA: why not i thought you said you liked me

CC: I do! But I don't know if it's really in that way.

CA: couldnt it be though

CA: dont you think theres room in your collapsin and expandin bladder based aquatic vascular system for those feelins

CC: I've never had a chance to consider anything like that! I have just spent all my time worrying about you and trying to keep you from killing everybody or hurting yourself.

CC: It took all my energy.

CC: I don't think I have anything left for those feelings either.

CA: oh god

CC: What?

CA: im the biggest fuckin idiot who ever lived

CA: i cant BELIEVE i just opened up to you like a chump when i knew what was comin

CA: i am one sad fuckin brinesucker

CA: overemotional sappy trash youre right im not better than anybody

CA: im worse than anybody

CA: EVERYBODY

CA: all the bodies

CC: STOP!!!!!!!!!!!

CC: God.

CC: Will you just clam up for once in your life?

CC: Always carping and carping and carping!

CC: You go completely overboard with your emotions, always looking to reel in drama wherever you can.

CC: I am up to my gills in it! I just can't salmon the strength anemonemore.

CA: i cannot

CA: BELIEVE

CA: you are doin the fish pun thing while youre breakin up with me

CA: real nice

CA: whoops i mean REEL nice

CC: HEHEHE, sorry.

CC: But really, this shouldn't be as bad as it sounds.

CC: When all is said and done, I am still your friend.

CC: We have left our world behind. Everyone is dead, and there's no use in worrying about it now.

CC: It's over! It is time to play this game and focus on building something new and ------EXCITING.

CC: So )(ang in t)(ere, -Eridan.

CC: I )(ave to go now! Sollux is in serious trouble, and I )(ave to go )(elp )(im.

CC: BY------------------------E!

CA: wwait

CA: dont go

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CA: glub

[reinemichele]

Okay we're making this quick and short, and then we can be detailed later

I switched antidepressants at the end of December, and it turns out I am allergic to the new one. I am allergic to a Lot of things, some of which aren't seasonal (like I mentioned being allergic to mold the other day... every day I wake up,) so I don't just have allergies in spring, it's 365 days a year.

So earlier in January when I was having hives and itchy, watery eyes, I assumed it was the ush, took benadryl (benadryl my friend benadryl), and moved on. But, towards January 20th, I started having trouble swallowing pills, struggling to breathe, and my throat/tongue felt swollen.

My mom's allergic to 2 medications, so I know what anaphylaxis is like. Hives are relatively harmless, your throat closing up is not. Any reasonable person would go to the ER, but...

I've been there before, and it was basically what these reviews are saying. A wait time of 7+ hours despite visibly empty rooms, pain dismissed, staff that treats you like you're dog shit on their shoe. I have to be actively dying to go in there willingly again.

I had a follow-up appointment for January 30th, but as the days progressed, the anaphylaxis got worse, and it was taking longer for benadryl to help. When it had been 5 hours after I took benadryl and I was still struggling to breathe, I knew that I needed to just stop taking it.

I don't know if it was because of me being allergic to it, but... these withdrawals are the worst I've ever experienced. I don't want to list all the symptoms, but it's been Very Supremely Bad. At first I was worried about bursting into tears in the lobby, but I've barely been able to hold down food or sleep, so I got worried that I would be too weak to walk/stand up. I felt bad doing it, but I rescheduled the appointment, and it's tomorrow. So like, I'll be fine, over the last week the withdrawal symptoms have lessened in severity, I made it through the worst part of it in one piece even though it was a little scary

I wasn't sure when I wanted to talk about this, if at all, because I don't like being vulnerable and I kinda just wanted to pretend nothing was going on and continue posting silly things, but . this morning I decided to post about it today . because . last night I went bananas about sound horizon, and I realized it was like that one meme that's like "sorry I stopped posting about (x), I'm on mood stabilizers now"

Like, I'm kinda forced to stop taking my antidepressant, and I revert to my 12 yr old self and start cage-trilogy posting non-stop 😭

(I'm mostly joking, part of me not being as active a la/urant was that:

We didn't get any new music from 2015-2023 (2021 if you count the prologue of ema, but that's still Six Years . do you know what the average shelf life of a kp/op song is? Like, at most 9 months. If people really like it, they'll start calling a song "timeless" after that point. If people don't like it, suddenly it's overplayed, overhyped, etc. When kp/op groups go more than 1 year without new music, people start accusing the management of mistreating the members 😭 We waited 6 years! And we've been waiting for the 8th album since 2010, in 2015 we got the 9th album, and this latest one is "8.5 or 9.5th" . I've been waiting for the album about timeloops/reincarnations for 14 years 😭😭😭 I know this sounds deranged but please every day I wake up)

Those ex-friends of mine I met through SH so I took a step back from listening as obsessively so I wouldn't associate my bad feelings with music I loved

Regular fandom burnout

The 9th album caused a huge schism in the fandom that caused a lot of hostility & stopped people from being as... "innocently" creative, less fanedits and theories and ask games/challenges about it. I think that's understandable to a certain point since it was 2015, but you can clearly see that everyone's afraid of putting posts in the tag, or asking others questions, etc. There were definitely things we didn't need to keep from 2008-2010 era fandom, like reposting fanart or talking about how much they hate (woman performer) for being on stage with (male performer), but the stiffness and hostility is really sad.

But when I realized I was like genuinely Coping with my Mental Illness the same way that I did at 13, too young to be on antidepressants and birth control... listening to the most fucked up, sad songs ever, I was like... that is funny as hell

[autism-freaks]

Hello! I don't know you or follow you but you made a post in March about how one of your aroace friends started backing off when you started dating someone new, and how you realized how many times people have put your friend on the backbunker once they found a romantic relationship, for backing off to be their immediate reaction. As someone who does identify a lot as aroace, I just wanna say thank you for writing that. It put into words a lot of thoughts I had, as well as made me feel seen and not insane about feeling the way I do. It was also really nice to see how you want to make sure your friend knows they are loved.

Also, I read through the notes to see the stories of others and then read some interesting responses and OP I AM SO SORRY PEOPLE ARE ANALYZING YOUR GENUINE POST LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF SPEECH TO THE NATION. I just thought I'd send this ask because I really appreciate you sharing those thoughts and I am so sorry you got so many responses that were like, genuinely so terrible. Your post made me feel seen and I thank you for that.

(Also sorry if this was weird! I just really felt so terrible about all the replies in your post and I wanted you to know at least one person out there really appreciated what you shared. That is all.)

I appreciate this ask and I'm very happy my post is making so many people feel validated 💜 yeah there's a few people that definitely made huge assumptions or took the post in bad faith, but that's just tumblr for ya lol. Most commonly among those is people assuming that previous behavior from me was the reason my friend reacted that way, but the thing is he's never known me while single until that breakup last year bc I met him through my ex. Most of the notes on the post have been similar to this ask or venting about personal experiences though, which are both good. I wanted to open up a space to talk about those experiences and validate people going through them and that seems to have worked ^_^

[sillyactivitesjustforme]

Okay, I'll give it a go!

A) Camp in a Graveyard for a month

B) Go without toilet paper for a week

Not all graveyards are scary. Some even double as public parks. If I play my cards right this could actually be fun.

A, Easy.

A) Have to wear clown makeup for a year

B) Have your direct messages made public

I also don't DM that much, but I also would be interested in fun clown makeup for a year... it's kind of a toss up really.

Oh sh*t wait, B might eventually reveal like, financial information. I'll take clown makeup.

A.

A) Lose the passwords to all your devices everyday

B) Spend the entire next school year in a hot dog costume

I guess I'll take the hot-dog costume for a year. Passwords are too annoying to lose everyday. Besides, even if I haven't been in traditional school for a while now, I assume I'd only have to wear the suit Monday through Friday, which isn't that bad.

B.

A) Be Hockey Superstar *Whatever he said*

B) Be the puck that scored the game winning goal in the 1980 cup finals

I wouldn't mind the experience of being an innominate object for a while.

B.

A) Slide naked down a ski hill

B) Spend a day in a wave pool that uses you-know-what instead of water

B is horrific and if I make it through A I'd probably get like, a lot of hot chocolate.

A.

A) Popcorn that tastes like poop

B) Poop that tastes like popcorn

I agree with OP, f*ck this question. No way no how.

SKIP.

A) Take truth serum and be questioned by Chef

B) Only be able to eat Chef's cooking for a whole year

If it were Chris doing the questioning or the question specified that the answers would be televised, I'd go B, but if it's just a one-on-one interrogation with Chef? I don't care what that guy thinks of me, he's got a shady weird past, right? Besides he has more of a sense of shame than Chris, so he wouldn't ask about anything TOO horrible for me to answer.

A, easy.

A) Eat a bowl of toenail clippings

B) Not shower for a month

Again, agreeing with OP. I'd take baths and scrubbing with soapy wet towels for a month, easy.

B

A) Eat 200 Lemons

B) Wrestle your best friend's grandpa

Ok, here's the thing, my best friend is a sibling. I'd be wrestling MY OWN grandpa. Absolutely not. Besides, theres no time limit on the lemons, I could just eat one a day and be done in less than a year.

A

A) Eat pudding directly from a gorilla's armpit

B) Jump from a plane with a parachute packed by your ex

I also don't have any exes. (Arospec, baby!) I have ex-friends but none of them would want me dead.

B.

A) Fight one bear

B) Fight 100 Rabid Kittens

The idea of even seeing that many kittens with rabies is SO SAD! Rabies is horrible, I would be scarred for life. But like OP said, the bear would probably end my life. Unless...

if this was specifically in the total drama universe, I might actually make it. I'm about the size and physical strength level of MK and she lived.

So, if it's the real world I'd go B even though it would SUCK but in the total drama world I'd pick A.

A) Give up texting for five years

B) Lose your bathing suit at a crowded wave pool

Eh, I don't mind just calling and emailing people, and five years isn't even that long. Way better than public nudity.

A.

A) Dirt poor but celebrated as a great poet

B) A filthy rich lawyer who puts guilty criminals back on the street

I'm also a writer, not really a poet but even still.

A.

A) Be genetically merged with a warthog

B) Have Chris McLean as your dad

People make their "child of Chris McLean" OCs all messed up for a reason. He would be awful. Plus, what happens to my actual Dad? Does he have to give me up? Never have me to begin with? What about my Mom? Does she have to marry Chris?

No. F*ck that.

A.

A) Apologize for something you're not sorry for

B) Go bald by the time you're 23

Hard for Chase, easy-peasy for me.

A.

I Answer The Would You Rather Questions From TD2023 Episode 17

(IK what you're gonna say about the title, idc, I'm calling it one long season because I feel like it)

Here's the video I'm basing this off of in case you're curious.

Would You Rather...

A) Camp in a Graveyard for a month

B) Go without toilet paper for a week

I WANT to say I wouldn't be scared cause zombies aren't real, BUT I'd be lying cause in real life, I'm anxious like no tomorrow. Plus at least with the other it's a lesser timespan.

B

(I relate to Damien so hard with this one.)

Would You Rather...

A) Have to wear clown makeup for a year

B) Have your direct messages made public

I don't actually DM that much, most you'd find are a bunch of sex bots that I blocked immediately, and other than that it's really just me answering people's questions about media. So I can't really say I'd lose much.

But honestly, I think clown makeup is actually pretty fun. Didn't say I wouldn't get to design the makeup myself. I'd just be cosplaying as Pomni, and I think I'd be okay with that cause Pomni is adorable.

A ; For the fun of it

Would You Rather...

A) Lose the passwords to all your devices everyday

B) Spend the entire next school year in a hot dog costume

Jokes on you Chris, I'm not in school anymore.

B

I SUCK at passwords anyway. So, NO THANKS.

Would You Rather...

A) Be Hockey Superstar *Whatever he said*

B) Be the puck that scored the game winning goal in the 1980 cup finals

One, I am not a sports person let alone a hockey person

Two, I was not alive in the 1980s!

I'd go with B cause I don't want to 'be other people'. I do that in fiction already and with my cynical online persona. I don't do that in real life.

Would You Rather...

A) Slide naked down a ski hill

B) Spend a day in a wave pool that uses bark instead of water

I hate the cold. So let alone being naked, it would suck.

But swimming in VOMIT?!

NO THANKS

A

Would You Rather...

A) Popcorn that tastes like poop

B) Poop that tastes like popcorn

NEITHER.

Straight up. NEITHER.

I hate both of these so much. I do not understand how Zee can possibly pick one without hesitation. (Then again, it is Zee, so...)

I am SUCH a sensitive eater. I will vomit no doubt at both of these.

I guess technically one isn't s**t, it's just the flavor sucks, so... A?

But if there was an option to pick C, I'd do it.

Screw the rules of this challenge. make it a trick question and have the person fall no matter what. TROLL, Chris. Why wasn't there a troll like that in the challenge? I'm surprised.

Would You Rather...

A) Take truth serum and be questioned by Chef

B) Only be able to eat Chef's cooking for a whole year

Again, sensitive eater over here.

DEFINITELY A.

Would You Rather...

A) Eat a bowl of toenail clippings

B) Not shower for a month

I'm actually tolerant to nail clippings, but AGAIN...

B

He said SHOWER, he said nothing about baths, swimming, deodorant, washing your hands and face, etc. So YEAH, it's actually not that bad if you think about it.

Would You Rather...

A) Eat 200 Lemons

B) Wrestle your best friend's grandpa

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHOICES THAT INVOLVE EATING SOMETHING?!

I'm a softie, so I'd lose, BUT...

My best friend in particular actually hates her grandparents. So she'd love me if I wrestled them, even if I'd lose.

B

Would You Rather...

A) Eat pudding directly from a gorilla's armpit

B) Jump from a plane with a parachute packed by your ex

In the episode, they make this sound worse than it actually is.

Or maybe that's just me because I actually DON'T HAVE AN EX

(At the time I am posting this)

HA! GOTCHA!

B

Even if I were to break up with my partner just for the sake of doing this, (then get back with her afterwards) she is very skilled with this sort of stuff, has made several crafts like this, and I trust her completely.

Usually I'd hate falling, or anything that involves a vertical motion like that, BUT there's a parachute so it wouldn't be that bad.

And at this point, you'd know I'd do basically anything to get out of eating nasty stuff. If my choices are something to go off of my character.

Would You Rather...

A) Fight one bear

B) Fight 100 Rabid Kittens

I'd lose no matter what.

I am a HUGE cat person, so at least I'd be used to the kitten's scratching and biting. And maybe I'd tame them rather than fight them. That's my method of fighting.

Bear? I'd DIE.

B

(Also i love Wayne and Raj here. They're so cringe in the wholesome way)

Would You Rather...

A) Give up texting for five years

B) Lose your bathing suit at a crowded wave pool

I text my partner ALL THE TIME, and I will NEVER GIVE THAT UP

B

At least with this option I could just run away, just one embarrassing moment rather than stuck there for five years or something.

And if someone said took a video of me and posted it, uh, JAIL FOR THEM, CAUSE THAT'S ILLEGAL

Would You Rather...

A) Dirt poor but celebrated as a great poet

B) A filthy rich lawyer who puts guilty criminals back on the street

Hello. I'm a writer.

I ain't gonna put people in danger like that.

A

Would You Rather...

A) Be genetically merged with a warthog

B) Have Chris McLean as your dad

First off, who f****d a warthog to begin with?

You know Chris as a person, you know it would be AWFUL

A

Looks don't matter, I'd say

Would You Rather...

A) Apologize for something you're not sorry for

B) Go bald by the time you're 23

In the episode they act like this is a really hard one because it's Chase.

I knew what he was gonna say right away. You see ONE episode with this guy, you KNOW his answer.

SERIOUSLY EMMA, HE'S YOUR EX, HOW DO YOU SCREW THAT UP?! HOW?!

Anyway, for MY answer,

I'm not a jerk.

A

Yeah I have stuff I'm not sorry for, but it is leagues better than hair loss. Let me tell you.

Also I realized Julia didn't get questioned at all. What's up with that?

What are your answers? Reblog them. I'm curious.

[lacontroller1991]

Governmental Assistance (Will Conway x Wife!Reader x Security!Rick Flag)

Main Master List DC Master List Misc Master List

Warnings: SMUT 18+, cuckold, p in v sex, voyeurism, dirty talk, graphic language, male masturbation, cream pie

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: SOOOO I started House of Cards (more like started season 4 just for Joel content) and now I'm ate up over Will, so enjoy some cuckolding

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“God fucking damnit!” The door bursts open revealing a very angry Will followed closely by a pissed off Rick. “That bastard thinks he can offer me Secretary of Transportation? What a fucking joke.” Will fumes as he pours himself a glass of whiskey while you look over to Rick who gives you a shrug but remains in the background. Sighing, you make your way over to your husband, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby. You should’ve won. They must’ve manipulated the votes somehow, you were in the lead to win.” He shakes his head in denial, slinging back his drink before yanking off his tie and throwing it onto the floor. “Least we still have New York. We can go back to being governor.”

“What does it matter? Fuck those people. They’d rather vote for an old man on the verge of death versus someone who could actually make a difference? Fuck. Them.” Will slumps onto the couch, legs spread as he lets the glass drop to the floor, neither you or Rick make a move to pick it up. Licking your lips, you place a hand on his thigh. Truth be told, you don’t know what you could say or do that would make your husband feel better. Well, except for one thing. 

“Rick, would you mind leaving us for a minute?” The former colonel makes his move to exit but Will raises his hand.

“Mr. Flag can stay here.” Will stands up abruptly, dick hardening in his pants as he looks over to Rick. “Why don’t you come here, Colonel.” Rick’s hazel eyes flick over to your confused face before heeding to Will, stalking over to the pair of you.

“Yes sir?” Will smirks, looking between the two of you before pocketing his hands and pacing to the window, overlooking the city as you and Rick share a brief look. 

“Fuck her.”

“Will!”

“Governor?” Will turns, pointing a finger to Rick.

“You heard what I said, Richard. I want you to fuck my wife in her perfect, little, cunt.” If you were honest with yourself, you always found the retired colonel to be sexy, especially in an all black tux, but out of respect for your husband, you would never act on it. But now? Well the very thought of the ex special ops soldier fucking you has arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Sir, I’m not sure I feel comfortable doi-”

“You’ll do exactly as I say.” Will doesn’t hesitate to put Rick down as his hand rests on his hard on. “I want to watch somebody fuck my wife.” Rick’s chest puffs out as he hesitantly makes his way over to the couch, tugging the white polo off his body and setting it down on the coffee table, nerves wracking through his body. It’s been a while since he’s fucked anybody, let alone let anybody see his scare ridden body from Afghanistan, and with the opportunity to fuck somebody has often fantasized about has his dick painfully hard. 

Toeing out of his shoes, Rick moves to stand in front of you as your hand slowly reaches up to the belt, undoing the loop and unzipping his trousers, letting the fabric fall to his ankles as you make eye contact with his dick outline, causing Will to laugh. “Does the thought of fucking my wife make you that hard? Tell me, Rick, have you had thoughts about fucking (Y/N) before?” Will’s hand clamps down on Rick’s shoulders causing Rick to gulp. 

“Yes sir.” Your eyes widen as your lips part in shock while Will lets out a hearty laugh, slapping Rick on the back.

“Go on, then, fuck her.” Will sits down on a chair across from the couch as you undress yourself, peeling off the layer of fabric and leaving you in your undergarments as you lay flat on the couch, letting Rick climb over you. Unbuckling his belt, Will pulls out his cock and lightly strokes his shaft, letting out a moan as his eyes meet yours, a look of determination in them. “Be a good girl for Ricky, won’t you honey?”

“Yes sir.” Your lips find Rick’s as one of your hands lodge itself into the short cropped ash blonde locks of Rick Flag. Acting as if you’ve known him forever, you allow your legs to wrap around his tapered waist, gasping into Rick’s mouth when you feel the outline of his now very hard dick pressing into your center. With your free hand, you reach down between your bodies and push down his trunks, letting his length spring free.

“Do you see that, (Y/N), look how big he is,” Will comments from across you, his hand moving up and down his cock, smearing precum for lubrication. “Bet he’s going to stretch you out real good.” You let out a little whimper at your husband’s words, because all though you and Will have sex on the daily, anyone else is naturally going to feel different. 

“Will.” His name tumbles from your lips as you cant your hips against Rick’s grinding against his member.

“Don’t picture me. I want you to fuck Rick.” The words ignite a new sense of comfort in you as you nod your head, lips reattaching themselves to the colonel. “Flag, you’re going to fuck her hard and fast, understand?”

Rick nods his head, lips tracing along your jaw and down your neck before finding a place on your pulsepoint. “Yes sir.” Calloused hands dip between your panties, ripping them off and out from under you before tossing them to the side, only for Will to pick up the undergarment and set it on his thigh. Reaching back up to meet your face, Rick looks for any signs of hesitation in your eyes as he stills himself. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, go ahead, Rick.” Rick nods before aligning himself with your entrance and bottoming out in one thrust, a mixture of his and your moans echoing the room as well as fapping coming from Will. 

“Fuck,” Rick’s head drops to your shoulder, lips pressing kisses to the smooth skin beneath him as his hips thrust in and out of you, stretching you to accommodate him. “Feels so good.” Wasting no time, Rick sets a quick pace, not bothering to pull all the way out while he fucks into you, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as your nails claw against his back.

“Rick, don’t stop, that feels so good.” You turn your head to where Will sits and butterflies fly in your stomach at the way he was looking at you, like you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet. 

“Take your two fingers and massage her clit, she loves that.” Will instructs Rick who nods his head, reaching a hand down and lightly rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to involuntarily clench around Rick. “Did she clench around you?”

“Yes sir. She feels amazing.” Rick struggles to contain his grunts as he pounds into your pussy. Truth be told, Rick doesn’t recall when he’s had pussy this good. He supposes back at the academy, but it doesn’t even compare to this.

“Rick please, just like that, just like that.” Your head thumps back against the arm rest as your hips jolt up trying to meet each one of his thrusts, a sheen layer of sweat glistening your skin and it has Will’s hand speeding up, soft grunts tumbling from his lips.

“That’s it baby girl, that’s it. Why don’t you be a good girl and cum for Rick. Be a good girl an cum around Rick’s cock in front of your loving husband.” The narcissism of your husband is enough to send you toppling over the edge as you let out a choked moan, a mix of Will and Rick’s name falling from your lips as a white hot feeling encompasses your body, making you oblivious to the conversation your husband is having with your security detail. Coming down from your high, you stare up into Rick’s blown pupils as he continues to thrust into you rapidly, huffs and grunts echoing in his ear before he stills on top of you, his cock twitching in your walls as his seed provides soothing comfort to your aching muscles. 

A string of cuss words break your thoughts as you turn to your husband, looking over his flushed face and messy white hand. The next minute is palpable as Rick climbs off you and hands you a handkerchief to clean yourself up with as Will tucks himself back into his pants. “Well, that was fun. Very much needed,” he stands up from his chair and walks toward the couch where you and Rick sit next to each other naked. “Thank you, Colonel. You did well.” Will clasps his hand on Rick’s bare shoulder causing the man to stiffen beneath his boss. “It was nice watching the way her face contorted into pleasure. You should join us more often.” Will’s comment has you blushing and Rick gapping his mouth open and closed, trying to think of the proper words to say.

“Thank you sir, that would be nice, sir.” Will chortles, looking around the room.

“Good, now if you don’t mind, I would like a moment alone with my wife.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to get dressed before he’s bolting out of the room, leaving you and Will alone. 

“What are we going to do?” You turn towards your husband, concern written over your face as he pulls you into his side, ignoring the way Rick’s seed drips out of you and onto the couch.

“I meant what I said, I’m done playing governor. Maybe we can take that long trip to Italy that you’re always talking about. We can even bring Rick along.” You tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to his clean shaven jaw.

“What even came over you, letting somebody else fuck what’s yours?” Will shrugs, guiding your head to his and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I just really wanted to watch you get fucked by somebody.” You smirk before climbing onto his lap, tangling your fingers through his pristine hair as a sudden somberness falls over the two of you. “What are we going to do? I thought I for sure had that in the bag.” 

You press a tender kiss to his forehead before staring down at him. “I don’t know, Will, but whatever you decide on, I’ll follow.”

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Law: A Life In Review

(With Annotations By A Snarky Bitch Who Spends Way Too Much Of Her Time Thinking About This Mess Of A Boy)

[Oh, okay. So Law bought this coat solely so he could go around pretending to be a bad-ass sneaky ninja. And he slapped a bright orange smile face on it because.... *Sigh* Well, because Law. What do you expect? The boy has his Swordsmen Drama he's got to keep up, and in Law's case, that means claiming and marking every piece of property, all his crewmates, and any sweater any ex-partner of his wasn't smart enough to take back before Law broke up with them.]

Chapter One, Part II: Who Knew Amber Lead Syndrome Was So Easy To Cure!

Law then searches his body for the Amber Lead and, after finding it on his liver, he removes his liver from his body.

..... Okay, so the poison was in his liver; makes sense. I mean, I don't know exactly how lead poisoning works but I would guess a build up in the blood and liver.

However, I am almost CERTAIN, that of curing the disease was as easy as, say, A FUCKING LIVER TRANSPLANT, then one of the dozen of fully trained, apparently highly skilled, ADULT SPECIALIST who worked at the hospital alongside his parents would have, I don't know, maybe given it a go? Like, they were desperate for any sort of solution, their children and neighbors and loved ones were dying and not a SINGLE FUCKING ONE thought, hey, maybe this toxin, whatever it is, is going through our liver.

"WTF? The syndrome is clearly infecting your brain, Doctor Williams. We all know that this is the result of exposure to amber lead, a substance that is actually highly toxic and has been sinking into our drinking water and built into the walls of our houses. This must be caused by a build up of whatever chemical in the Amber Lead is so toxic. Why would that have anything to do with the liver? Everyone knows the liver is where you store anger, hatred and other negative emotions."

"God, Williams, did you even go to med school!?"

[I know what you're thinking. "Wait, so you're surprised to learn it's basically just Lead Poison?" Only, you know, pictured: not the fuck how lead poison works.]

Using the medical knowledge taught to him by his parents, he removes the lead from his liver and puts it back in his body before falling asleep.

Law wakes up in a house, and sees that his skin has cleared up.

I'm pretty certain if you remove all the cancer cells from, say, your intestines, the ones that have formed on your gallbladder don't magically heal up.

Also, can't livers regrow? So if anything, if ALS is located in the liver, and cleansing the toxins from the liver relieves all other signs and symptoms, those people would be comparatively very lucky

You know if they hadn't been mass murdered already.

But like.... That's all Law does and it works!

The only difference is he doesn't have to like carefully slice parts of the liver away, or replace of with a piece of a heathy liver from someone else. He just yanks the poison straight on our of there! And literally THE NEXT MORNING all those white patches are gone.

Got to say, it almost makes it sound as though if only they found a liver donor and did a transplant on Lami, she would have been out of bed with a healthy complexion within two weeks.

Though I suppose everyone else in town's liver was too damaged to help. Not because of the Amber Lead, they all just seem like they were drunk as hell. Throwing parades in the middle of a city destroying pandemic? What is wrong with you people?

[Sorry, Law, we can't save your sister.... I mean, we COULD, but that would mean not doing those end of shift vodka shots every night so THAT ain't happening.]

I mean, unless the theory is that he needed to have just a basic cursory medical knowledge - toxins go through the liver! - and the actual heavy lifting was done by the ope ope no mi. Which, hey, I suppose it's nice knowing at least ONE of the characters in One Piece is an actual medically licenced doctor. Even if it is a piece of fruit.

[Fun Fact, this inanimate magical fruit has attended more university level medical lessons than Chopper, Marco, and Law combined.]

An old man named Wolf greets him, and Law is initially suspicious that Wolf will betray him to Doflamingo.

Paranoid much Law? Good. As you should be.

However, Wolf does not hold allegiance toward anyone and is very hospitable to Law, wanting to know how he got here in return for having rescued him from the cave.

Good to know at least someone (thing?) has one.

This is weirdly worded..... Like did he offer Law more clothes, food, water, shelter and then say, "but before I help pull you back from the very brink of death itself, you must pay back my hospitality by my answering my question."

Only even then, you can't just like, do a long transplant and magically fix someone. Like, the whole reason it gets more dangerous through the passing generations due to the fact that the toxin is building up more and more and so is causing more and more correlate health issues. You can't just remove the toxin and have everything be okay, because it is simply the catalyst causing all these related health issues.

Or was he like, "how did you end up in here? What happened? Wait, you're not from this island. Geez kid, what have you been through?" I kind of want it to be that one, both because it's more natural, bit also because it would say something about Law's mental state and perspective that after all those years with Doffy, he simply assumes that as the man is doing him a favour, he will want something in return. Even if really the man is just saying what most anyone would having found a kid in such terrible conditions.

Law reveals where he came from, although he declines to mention eating the Ope Ope no Mi.

At least something Corazon said actually got through. I'm surprised when Corazon mentioned how many people were searching for this fruit, and how he needed to be careful because if people knew he ate it they would come after him for his power, that Law didn't understand it to mean he should hide himself on the most remote corner of the world and kill himself so that the fruit would regrow in a place no one would find it. Finally, he has completed the mission Corazon set him!

Wolf offers to let Law stay with him until he has an objective in life, although he will have to work for him in return. Wolf reveals that he is an inventor, although none of his inventions work, and Law will have the risky task of testing how dangerous his inventions are.

Just.... How can two sentences be filled with so much fuckery?

Like, for starters, I'm assuming the summary left our the part where Wolf asked Law deep, probing questions about his purpose in life and where he could see himself in ten years. Still, that means the conversation was like:

Wolf: Damn kid, you look like death. I could help you, but in return, you have to tell me how you got here and in such bad state.

Law: Hmm, I'm suspicious of this offer, but I suppose I'm not in a position to bargain. Very well, I was with a man who was being chased by the feared pirate Donquixote Doflamingo. He finally caught up with us and murdered my da- my guardian, but before Doflamingo showed up da- the man had hidden me away and instructed me to escape to the next island and find the nearest town. I did so, but I wasn't about to approach them asking for help whole in such a weakened state, travelling alone, and having no knowledge of this place or the people who reside here. Instead I found this cave, and took shealter here as I needed a place both out of the elements and somewhere that I could hide from Doflamingo, as he more than likely has his minions scourging all the nearby islands in an attempt to take me captive.

Wolf: Wow, kid, that is quite the story, and a hell of an adventure for a boy so young to have all on his own. Really, having gone through that at such young age, I have to kind of wonder.... Do you even have a reason to live?

Law: .... Excuse me?

Wolf: I just mean that's a lot of stress for such young kid, and not once in that long tale you spin did you mention how you imagined your future would one day play out.

Law: The fuck, because I was telling you about a crazy, powerful, unprincipled piece of shit who is actively haunting me down! It's hardly the time to talk about potential colleges I should apply to!

Wolf: You haven't even picked out a college yet? Kid, I can't let you just leave when you clearly have no clear plan for what you want to do with your future. Your blood would be on my hands.

So then he offers Law a place to stay and probably at the same time they're both like, "but you can't stay for free/but you won't let me stay for free" so Wolf tells him that while he is perfectly fine giving Law shealter and food and all that until he can work out what his bed dream is, Law will have to earn his keep by acting as Wolf's assistant.

Wolf: And it won't be the kind of simple chores a rich non-artic circle brat like you must be use to! I happen to be an inventor.

Law: What kind of things do you invent?

Wolf: All kinds of useful things. A self steering mechanism that can navigate the grand line without a map or a log pose or even a single living soul on board, a bed that can convert into a safe room during emergencies like pirate raids or fires and even floats in the event of a flood, a shovel that can dig through anything with easy - a man can dig right through the toughest stone without breaking a sweat. And that was all just the last two weeks. My older stuff is even better. Practically found of this small, four person sized ship that sails on wind currents instead of waves. It can get you around the entire globe in under half the time than if you're navigating the ocean, and it can pass right over the calm belts and the red line without danger. I call it an aero-boat!

Law: That's-!!! I can only imagine how useful it must be, allowing people to travel faster, further, and safer! How is the air not filled with them!? Are you unable to find certain material!? Did the government force you to shut down production!? Why do you live out here in the middle of nowhere!? Surely, people must be bidding in the millions to-

Wolf: Alright so quick disclaimer: The self steer tends to end up stuck in a loop and insist there are islands where there aren't, the bed has a minor flaw where when it closes up, it can't be reopened and also there is no fresh air supply (I lost so many hamsters to that one....), The hammer can dig throw stone but if you push it through soft sand it shatters into millions of pieces, and the aero-boat has a minor flaw where the engine will drop out of the craft after about two minutes into flight..... If you're lucky. Mostly it will just burst into flames.

Law: ..... So..... None of those things actually work then?

Wolf: They work! Just not as well as they are meant to.

Law: .... So you're not an inventor at all. You're just a really bad builder who takes a lot of potentially useful parts and turns them into dangerous and unusable junk.

Wolf: No, no, I INVENTED them..I came up with the idea, at least! It's just the designs that gave failed.

Law: So are you crazy or just like the least competent person ever?

Wolf: But! You'll never get bored! Not with all the constant threats to your safety and your life, seeing as how most of my inventions do tend to turn out far more dangerous than I originally intended.

Law: Dude! My safety is under constant threat NOW! Did you not hear about the insane pirate who captains over an entire criminal organization and who gladly murdered his own brother in cold blood to try and find me!? I thought you wanted to help me!?

Wolf: I do! I want to help you follow your dream! Once you figure it out, that is. Assuming the automatic house cleaner doesn't kill you first. Yeah, yeah, or that insane pirate friend of yours. You think you're more than old enough to know we all have homicidal, ability using pirates trying to kill us. My inventions are far more unique. And dangerous.

Law: !!!!!

Wolf literally went from, "here kid, let me help you" to, "but in exchange you must assist me at my work inside my Death Cabin!"

And yet, it was still easily the best offer Laws ever got so...

(If Wolf had just offered for Law to stay free of charge or work, Law would have yeeted himself outta there thinking he was going to be taken advantage for. Risking his life for rent and food probably seemed pretty fair to him. -- Katrin)

Law has a happy life with Wolf, and on occasional hunting trips, the inventor shows skill with a rifle.

I mean, it says "Happy" but Law has just suffered six major traumas in less than five years while also witnessing untold acts of violence and deprivation. Also, it's Law, so it's hard for me to imagine he wasn't a LITTLE bitchy/sassy with this supposed inventor who couldn't invent a fucking pair of reading glasses without them maiming at least four test dummies. Then again, given all that has happened, maybe getting frustrated and upset at Wolf's utter incompetence helped keep Law's mind from becoming trapped in his own despair and fear. Maybe a happy Law is a Law who is bitching about how of COURSE the automatic locking door didn't work - why the hell would Garakuta-ya attach a fucking GUILLOTINE to it? Hey, find your bliss, kid, whatever that may be.

Law asks him how he became so skilled, but Wolf only says that he learned it sometime in the past.

Oh, mysterious past... Hey! Who wants to bet it involved a female character - likely in a caretaker role - who USE to be apart of Wolf's life but ISN'T now, due to Death By Male Character Advancement?

Haha, I'm kidding. We don't take bets on foregone conclusions.

Also, this guy made Law his assistant knowing how dangerous the work was, the on top of it, took one look at this kid dressed in black and animal prints who slinks into shadows and stands there silently glowering and thinks, yep, he'll make a great hunting buddy. Absolutely no way anything could possibly go wrong in this dark forest, me with a gun and Law somewhere behind me, probably.

(It's not as if baby!Law was giving off tiny serial killer vibes or anything without even trying and even when in the best of moods he could manage in that period of his life. It's not as if tiny!Law didn't learn to use a rifle thinking of Doffy's head on the other end of the gun mounted on each and every target, only occasionally swapping it out for Vergo's head, no of course not! -- Katrin)

Wolf goes to the market once a week to sell his inventions and vegetables [...]

His life endangering, failed inventions and his veggies, but not the meat from those hunting trips despite his prowess with a rifle. Those kills? Those aren't for food or money. That's just to silence his blood lust a few more days...

[...] and while left behind on one of these occasions Law goes on a walk. While in the forest, he spots two boys, Shachi and Penguin, beating up a polar bear named Bepo. After noticing Law, Shachi and Penguin confront him, but Law activates Room around them in response.

Law: I must keep the fact that I have the ope ope no mi a secret!

Also Law: ROOOOM!

He lifts two rocks into the air and uses Shambles to switch them with Shachi and Penguin, and they fall to the ground and get knocked out.

Law: *in the middle of a fight, upon seeing two heavy rocks that he could easily use as weapons* I have the perfect plan.

Also, how can this supposed operation room fruit come with a default "teleporting objects according to your will" ability but not, oh, some kind of anesthesia that would knock people out instantly? What kind of operation rooms did his parents even work in? Barnum's Amazing Three Ring Hospital?

(I feel like switching on the 'levitate and switch stuff' setting but not the 'anaesthesia' setting is less the op op no mi and more Law not being very inclined to peacefully put people into a sleep they can recover for while feeling high and relaxed. He's not that nice.)

(I mean, we know that canonically Law was like "fuck anaesthesia" when he operated on Luffy, so he clearly doesn't believe in it. -- Katrin)

Bepo thanks Law, saying that he hoped he could have become friends with the boys assaulting him. He reveals that he came from Zou in the New World [...]

As if Law wasn't immediately like, "we hat so you just approached them to make friends? What fucking sea do you come from cause it sure as hell isn't this one.

[...] and had left to try to find his older brother Zepo who had disappeared.

Had died. Had died and been killed and had the last years of his life stolen and his soul sucked out of his body.

But, hey, Bepo's gonna end up with a nakama because of it! 🧡 🐻‍❄️ 🧡

However, he had accidentally boarded a ship going to the North Blue and ended up here, and he wants to learn navigation to make it back to Zou.

So we know Zou is on the back of a giant elephant, we saw how steep the climb up and down was. When it says "Bepo left" does it mean Bepo was sitting at the edge of Zou eating the snacks his mom had packed him, singing a little silly song about all the different types of monks as he leans over, peering down through the clouds, and while doing so dropped one of his fried dumplings And without thinking reached out to grab it - oh, no, his lunch snack! Splash!

At which point he was miles below where anyone on Zou could see him, treading water, unable to get anyone's attention...... Oh, and his dumping got all soggy, not that he doesn't eat it anyway. And at some point while swimming to desperately try and keep up with Zunisha, when he happens to spot a chunk of ice because it's the grand line and weather is weird. Oh, look, the perfect place to curl up for a nap.

And when he wakes up he's being pulled up aboard some scary looking ship with a bunch of strange, smelly hairless monkey mins and before he can even ask of they could follow that giant elephant - that's where he lives - or if they had maybe met Zepo. He's Bepo's older brother and he hasn't been home in months and - hey, owe! Why are they pushing so much! Oh, they're giving Bepo a room, that's nice but he does really - slam, lock.

These pirates are gonna get so drunk celebrating their good luck. The second the saw the whatever he was curled up on the ice they knew immediately they could either eat it or sell it. Good news whichever one it turned out to be, as far as they're concerned.

Law tells Bepo to come with him, and the two of them go back to Wolf's house. After hearing Bepo's story, Wolf agrees to take him in as well, so long as he works.

Okay, it's starting to feel like Wolf only listens to their sad backstories to make sure no one is like likely to miss them and come poking around. I mean, what's the point in having all these child slave as if they're parents come and swoop them away right as you're really getting them trained to be good at doing random arrows and flying knives?

(Honestly, Wolf taking in children like that is HELLA suspicious. -- Katrin)

In which case a like 9 year old Bepo would have had to climb aboard a ship headed to North Blue and the crew has to like him enough not to throw his stowaway ass right back in the sea but not enough to help him get back to Zou or even just dropped him off before they crossed the calm belt so he was at least still on the right see.

Yeah, no, he was cubnapped. Plain and simple.

One night when they are in bed, Bepo asks Law why he took him in. Law does not have an answer, but realizes that although losing everyone on Flevance caused him to become distant from the world, the kindness of Corazon and now Wolf has started making him believe in people again.

Hey, so, it's really great that Wolf didn't immediately sell Law out to Doffy and also has given him a place to stay in exchange for a few mere hours of life endangering child labour, but let's not go putting him on the same level as Corazon.

Like, yeah, Corazon literally sacrificed his life to try and help Law, and that made him feel a flicker of human emotion again, but he still needed that extra push of an inventor so incompetent that he would be charged with willful murder before manslaughter who wouldn't sell him out to a man it sounds like would definitely torture and kill the kid in exchange for him working at Wolf's Hut Of Death for free. That's when Law finally remembered what it meant to be kind.

A month later, Law and Bepo see an explosion in the forest, and find Shachi and Penguin severely injured. They were on the verge of death after being attacked by a boar, and Penguin's right arm had been blown off. Law and Bepo race the two of them to Wolf's farm, and Law has Bepo stop their bleeding.

...

Just what?

So like,

Why did Penguin have a bomb on him? Or did the boat blow it off? Is this like a Wolf made boar?

What were these two boys doing just wandering around in the woods? Holding hands probably.

Law this is exactly what your power is actually met for. But, no, let's not call a room NOW. Instead, Bepo, grab the two boys, Law will grab the arm, then they'll hurry back through the forest to Wolf's farm where Law will then order Bepo - who again is nine and also has even less medical training than Law, not too mention no magical doctoring fruit abilities and furring polar bear paws are hardly the most sanitary things to have near open wounds - to stop Penguin's bleeding. A feat it feels like Law should have easily been able to pull off with two hand gestures and some awkward English

I mean, come on, Trafalgar! This is your chance to use the power of the Ope Ope no mi for some actual emergency ope-ing!

*sigh*

What's the french for, "But, being a fucking idiot who had to make a big dramatic scene out of everything, Law decided it would be better to go on foot."

Looks like we're going to find out next chapter.

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[broiderie]

Lost Princessa 10

Whew. Another part typed. There's some drama in this one.

Please don't copy, translate, or duplicate my work anywhere else. I'm bad enough without people trying to be me elsewhere.

I'm posting this half asleep, so if there are issues I'll try to come back and fix them later. Thanks to @drabbles-mc. Here's your Hank bait.

Warnings: cursing, Angel being a dumb ass, mentions of weapons and body armor. If is missed anything, let me know.

Taza x Daughter!OC, Megan x Hank

That evening the club geared up to invade the ranch of the rednecks responsible for using fence hoppers as drug mules and target practice. Megan was to be left behind again to keep up the appearance of the bar being open. Now that she was armed and the whole story was out about her ex-husband, Taza didn’t mind her being alone as long as she was within the walls of the compound. He didn’t like it, but he could stand it. Besides, the hunt for the mole in their charter was still on and Coco leaving his post that afternoon to chase a girl did not look good for him at all. Taza had a lot on his mind.

As the guys prepared to leave, Megan cleaned - a lot. She had seen the heavy artillery and kevlar come out. This was not going to be a walk in the park. She checked the magazine in her 9mm - twice.

“C’mere, Princessa.” Hank waved her over and she went to sit next to him on the couch. “We’re going to leave the bikes here. They’re too noisy for this, so everyone should think most of us are still here. Still - there’s at least one special ops guy with them. I don’t like leaving you here alone and neither does your pops.” He pulled out a smaller kevlar vest. “I want this on under your sweatshirt. It’s just in case. We don’t really think anything’s going to go down here, but it's better to be safe than sorry.”

She nodded and swallowed her nerves. “You all have yours, right?” she asked in a small, quiet voice. Her shoulders were so tense he could see all the muscles move underneath her shirt.

“Si, Princessa. This is yours.” He helped her slip it over her head and tightened the straps for her small frame. Then he added a small shoulder holster for her pistol since the kevlar covered where her waist holster would go. He finally put his hoodie on her and she zipped it partway. “There. All good?”

“All good.” She watched him run his eyes over his brothers to see if anything was missing. He was in a different mode that she was used to. This wasn’t her gentle Hank. This was Tranq, El Pacifidor. He was responsible for his brothers’ safety and he took it seriously. She watched him run through his mental checklist and remembered him calming her with a hand down her spine. She couldn’t do that through his armor so she reached and stroked softly down his massive tattooed arm

Hank felt a feather-light touch run down his bicep to his forearm and smiled. When she did it again, he flipped his wrist and caught her hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay, Princessa. We all are. We’ve done this kind of thing before.” He didn’t release her hand though, just gave it another squeeze.

The Templo door rolled open and Bishop, Taza and Marcus exited to start arming up. Hank patted her knee gently and stood to go check his brothers’ kevlar. Marcus waved him off.

“I’m not going. I’m staying behind with Megan,” he smiled over his shoulder at her. “She’s had a rough afternoon. Someone needs to watch her back.”

Hank nodded. Marcus was obviously feeling guilty for not seeing the signs of her panic earlier in the day. “Having someone else here would probably keep her calmer.”

“How’s she doing?” Taza jerked his chin at his daughter who was still sitting where Hank had left her while Hank tightened the back strap on his kevlar.

“Worried about her papa and tíos. When I strapped her into the vest we got her, she only asked to be sure we all had one. I think she was scared that someone was going without so she’d have one here.” He finished checking the straps on Taza’s armor and stepped back to see Marcus checking Bishops. He still ran his eyes over his president to be sure everything was where it was supposed to be.

“Why in the hell is la princessa strapped?!” Gilly yelled across the bar. “She ain’t trained for this shit. She cannot come.”

Hank sighed. “She’s staying here, man. Chill. Remember - this crew is unpredictable. He’s trained. Don’t want him hitting here while we’re out and someone getting hurt.”

“WOAH, woah, woah - we can’t leave her here alone then! Ain’t shit happening to that kid if I can help it,” Coco piped up.

Angel actually came to her defense. “Shit! Can we leave EZ here then and take Princessa? She’s the better shot anyway and less likely to trip on shit.”

Hank snorted. “Chill! Megan will be fine. It’s just a precaution. Besides, El Padrinio is gonna stay back too so she’s not alone.” He shook his head at his brothers’ antics and smiled across the room at Megan who was now helping Chuckie stock the fridge. Megan glanced up and caught his eye to smile back at him.

Riz shook his head and nudged Hank. “Brother- you’re acting like a middle schooler with a crush. Take the girl to dinner already.”

Hank looked slightly startled. “I am not. Besides - it’s not the time… And she’s Taza’s daughter.”

Taza snorted. “Believe me - you are. Please take the girl to dinner. I’m fine with it, brother. I trust you.”

Hank stuck his hands in his pockets and looked lost in thought. “Let’s get through tonight before you start organizing my love life, huh?”

Taza clapped him on the shoulder and went to tell Megan goodbye. She hugged him tight and tucked her head against his chest like a child. “Easy, Chica. I’ll be back in a few hours. Your Tío Marcus is gonna hang back with you so you can watch each other’s six. This’ll be over soon and we can go home and sleep.”

“‘Kay. Be safe. Don’t let anyone else be stupid please?” she muttered.

He chuckled. “Anyone in particular or just in general?”

Her cheeks warmed and she looked up at his teasing ready to protest.

“Easy, Chica. I’m just teasing. I’ll bring him back in one piece too, okay?”

She nodded again, embarrassed at being caught.

“Now - put all of us out of our misery and go give him a hug so we can be on our way, hmm?” He nudged her and she grinned a little at his prompting.

She did go though and, miraculously, everyone suddenly needed to do one last equipment check - leaving them alone in the corner of the bar. She stood in front of him slightly awkwardly.

“You gonna be okay, Princessa?” Hank propped himself up on the bar to keep from reaching for her to soothe her tension. He was adamant that affection be on her terms. Especially after hearing her story in full.

She cocked her head to the side. “You’re asking the one staying safe in the bar?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Guess that’s a dumbass question, huh?” He rubbed a hand over the back of his head.

She grinned and stepped forward wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. “Please be safe?”

He wrapped his arms around her, completely engulfing her in his arms and rested his cheek on her hair. “I’ll be fine, Princessa. It’ll be over soon.” He suddenly hated the body armor they both wore since he could barely feel her hug. He let her pull away at her own pace. When she did, he tucked a massive finger under her chin to make her look at him. “You stay alert. If something happens here, you get behind that bar and stay there or get into Templo. There’s a reinforced closet in there. Promise me?”

“Promise.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours.” He wanted so badly to place a kiss on her forehead, but he knew he couldn’t. She wasn’t his. He handed her off to Marcus, who nodded at him seriously and the Santo Padre club headed out to the vans to make some redneck assholes pay.

While they were gone, Marcus sent Chuckie out for pizza and then sent him home. He tried to distract Megan with stories of himself, Bishop, and Taza as young men, but he knew her mind wasn’t fully there. She’d been cleaning the same glass for way too long. “Poquito - they’ll be fine. We’ve been doing this shit for years. Longer than you’ve been alive even.”

She smiled weakly and nodded at him. “I know. I’m fine.”

She wasn’t fine. Her hands were shaking.

“Alright. Time for a distraction. How well do you dance, Poquito?” he tapped the bar roughly.

“Excuse me? Dance? I don’t. Why?”

“Well that won’t do. Your party coming up is going to be half christening and half quinceanera. You’ll have to dance with your papa and date.”

She blushed. “I’ve never danced. Like… at all. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever even worn a dress and heels.”

“Every girl should dance. C’mon. Time for lesson one from your padrino.” He went to the jukebox in the corner and chose a few songs before pulling her to the middle of the floor to teach her some steps.

By the time the guys returned from their strange and macabre find at the ranch, Megan was stumbling through a basic rumba with a laughing Marcus. She was effectively distracted.

As soon as they got through the door, Megan went to start pulling beers for them only to be stopped by EZ who was already behind the bar.

Taza grinned at one of his best friends in the world. “Stepping on my girl’s toes,

Marcus?” He pulled her into a quick side hug and dropped a greeting kiss on top of her head. He noted how she relaxed as she looked them all over for injuries. “Easy, sweetheart. We’re whole.”

She relaxed into his side with a smile. “I’m afraid it’s the other way around. I’ve been informed that it’s criminal that I don’t know how to dance.”

He kissed the top of her head gently again. “We’ll teach you.”

“Wait - you never been dancing, Ma?” Coco was confused as hell. “Why the fuck not?”

She looked around at the club to see all the men were offended on her behalf and smiled a bit sheepishly. “Not exactly something we do a lot of in Tennessee. At least not me. Only every worked in clubs, never visited one in my off hours.”

Angel was also puzzled, “What the fuck kinda BOY doens’t take his girl dancing?”

Even Creeper piped up, “Nah - boy is right. Men don’t pull that shit. Even I know that.”

Megan laughed again at the continued offense of the club. “Why are you all so confused? It’s not like it’s really a crime to not know how to dance.”

Riz shook his head and nudged Hank. “Tell her, Hank! Every man should take his girl dancing!”

He smiled a bit, but nodded his head. “Don’t worry, Princessa. You’ll pick it up fast.” He made a mental note to get her out of the bar soon.

Taza deposited his gear bag in a chair and reached for Megan again. “C’mon, Chica. Let’s get you out of this kevlar and go home.”

“Oh! Marcus, are my bags still on your bike?” She brightened a bit as Taza helped her out of her armored vest. He handed it off to EZ to store with the rest of theirs.

“Si, Poquito.” He tossed her the keys. “Left saddle bag.”

She grinned and scurried out the door to get ehr purchases for earlier in the day.

Taza just looked confused and a little jealous. “What’d you buy her to make her smile like that?”

Marcus laughed. “She bought herself some band shirts and stuff at that thrift shop on Main with her tips from the party. It was definitely an education going in there with her. She talked me into getting some earrings for my ol’ lady too.”

“She didn’t fight you on shopping?” Bishop asked.

“Nah. Not when she was spending her own money. Wouldn’t let me buy her the leather jacket she liked though when it was out of her price range.”

Taza perked up a bit. “She liked something?”

“I may have put it on hold in the club name though… just in case anyone wanted to swing by and get it on their own time.” Marcus smirked as he remembered his sneaky conversation with the shop owner while Megan was distracted looking for the perfect earrings for his wife.

Bishop patted his shoulder as Megan came back in with her bags and the keys. She looked puzzled. “Marcus… you’ve got a flat. It was fine when we got here this afternoon, right?”

“What?”

“Your front tire is flat. Looks like the sidewall has a hole…”

They all piled out to look at El Padrino’s Road King. Sure enough, the front tire had obviously been slashed. It definitely wasn’t a natural flat.

“What the FUCK!” Angel was horrified. It wasn’t just Marcus’ bike. The entire club’s front tires had been slashed some time in between them leaving for the raid and them returning through the back door. “Who the fuck could have done this?” He turned and took a step toward Megan. “And why didn’t YOU hear someone out here?!”

Megan shrank back from the angry biker and flinched when he raised his hand to run it through his hair. Hank was suddenly between Angel and the tiny girl, shoving his brother back away from her hard. “Back the fuck up. Don’t talk to her, bitch. You got NO right scaring her!” He shoved Angel again and Gilly caught Angel before he could move to shove Hank back.

Taza moved fast to put Megan behind him- out of harm's way if the two went at it seriously.

Angel slapped at the restraining hands holding him back. “I got EVERY right! Where the fuck was she while our bikes were being trashed, huh? Inside getting a fucking dancing lesson! She was supposed to be on alert!”

“No. She wasn’t. She was supposed to be SAFE. I was supposed to be on alert,” Marcus spoke up. “Megan was only supposed to stay safe. You wanna get in someone’s face over this - it had better be mine, cabrón. Not hers.”

That made Angel pause. He didn’t want to go against El Padrino.

Megan hid her face in her father’s kutte and stayed absolutely still. Taza wanted to turn and comfort her, but didn’t trust enough to turn his back on Angel even with Hank between them. Bishop saw Taza’s dilemma and stepped between Angel and Hank so that Taza could relax enough to reach back and pull Megan around into his arms. He felt her tears on his skin through his shirt and saw red.

Marcus saw the look cross Taza’s face that meant that his friend was about to lose it and stepped up to draw Angel’s fire. As he passed, he nudged Hank. “Tranq, you and Taza take Poquito inside where it’s quieter. We got the cabrón and the bikes.”

Hank nodded and backed up, keeping Angel in his sights as Taza led the terrified girl inside.

[7soulstars]

Hello :) I hope it's okay to send a request (if not, then I'm sorry about it ) So maybe where Bucky lives on Clint's farm to get away from everything but then there comes this woman, Clints best friend besides Nat and he immediately wants to know her better.. after a while they get really close and develope feelings for each other but dont talk about it. So one night, she stays over and needs to share a room with Buck, things get heated and passionate between them ? :) then it's all cuddly? ❤️

Hey darling! Thank you so much for requesting! I am so sorry it took me so long! I blame it on my lazy ass and also on the many pending requests. Thank you so much for being this patient with me! I really hope you like this one!

Мой целитель

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Broken Bonky Babie, Avengers are teasing little shits, Steve leaves like in the movies and doesn’t come back (I want to kill him for that), Fluff, Shy Bonky and Y/N, Liddle angst, Both idiots doubt themselves, Y/N likes beating the fuck out of bullies a.k.a Violence, steamy stuff but not smut ( cuz I don’t write smut”

Summary: Someone managed to make Bucky accept the fact that everyone can heal. 

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Мой целитель ; (pronounced: Moy tselitel') Russian for My Healer

War never ends. It just rests. One day someone will come to ask your help that is when the rest of war is over again.

That is what Bucky has always been of the belief ever since before and after endgame. Ever since Steve left, most of Bucky did too. Yes, he had Sam and the others but Steve was the only part of his original past left and he couldn’t even stop him.

He decided that the rest period for his war conflicted heart had started when Clint had offered him a place to live at his farmhouse to ‘heal and stay away from the space bullshit’. 

Not to brag but he had fit right into the little family. The kids loved Uncle Bucky and Laura appreciated the extra help she got with the house. Sam and Natasha would come by every two days and the rest every once a week. They would go visit a bar and hang out. That was Bucky’s life now. That was his routine.

Clint had sudddenly announced one fine weekly team hangout day that his long time best friend would be joining them. Bucky couldn’t care less. He had seen people come in and out of the Barton house all the time. Most sending him glares due to his past. He couldn’t blame them. Not when he knew he would do the same in different set of circumstances.

But he was proved wrong. Y/N was an angel. More so to him. Not a single glare was directed at him by her the entire time. She just smiled sweetly. Maybe he did care a little bit.

Y/N turned out to be Lila and Cooper, Clint’s first two children’s godmother. She had finally come home after 15 years of being in and out of the country for her job. Clint had mentioned that every time she came back she would first visit the kids not forgetting to bring them gifts from everywhere and how the snap had worried her. So Bucky was not surprised when he had to get three kids off of her as she entered the house. His heart swelled when she said ‘Thank You’, although everyone said that. 

He was unusually getting attached to her and that scared him.

After Steve attatchment was difficult. Trust was difficult. But Y/N made it seem like child's play. She somehow completely saw through him. Almost as if she knew everything about him and he was confused by that.

Especially at those little moments when he felt hesitant.

Bucky was a handsome man no doubt and that meant some women were confident enough to ask hit on him everytime he was out at a restaurant or a bar with the others. Y/N would join them quite often and on one such day she saved Bucky from his anxiety issues.

"Hey.....you come here quite often.....can I buy you a drink ?", a very confident girl had managed to come up to the table and asked Bucky who looked at her with eyes as blown out as big as saucers and immediately looked down stuttering as he tried to politely reject the lady. A hand carefully wrapped around his metal arm as he realized Y/N had said "I'm sorry he's taken", before sending the girl as kind smile which had lead to Bucky's hair-hidden neck to go red.

Bucky had excused himself to the washroomas the rest relentlessly teased his popularity but he had not noticed Y/N following suit.

"I'm sorry", she had apologised leaving the other puzzled again. "W-why?" "I should have asked before touching you....I know-I know you don't like being touched....I'm sorry". There was pure sincerity in her voice "NO!",his own voice startled him and her as she looked at him in confusion. "I-I mean I'm glad....You helped me out there......Also.....",there was hesitation in Bucky's heart, "Also....I don't mind if you touch me Y/N".

That day onwards something changed. Significantly so, Bucky found himself calling and hanging out with Y/N more. She filled his thoughts would be one way of saying that and the Avengers noticed. So the next time Bucky tried to sneak out of the farm when the others were there Sam noticed, “Hey Hey Hey ! Where are you sneakin to ?”. The other stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring down at his best friend like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Nat smirked as she bit on her grilled cheese sandwich sing songing, “He’s going to meet Y/N~~”Bucky grumbled a little ‘Shut up Nat’ before taking the car out towards the bar.

“Buck !”, she had yelled waving as he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug and staying like that for a few minutes both eventually hesitantly letting go. Joe the bartender already having set up their regular drinks showed how often they frequented the place, even having seats that were almost always empty for just the two of them. 

After meeting Y/N, Bucky realised new things about himself. He liked sweet stuff more than savoury. He liked playing games at the arcade. He was definately much more open to technology than Steve ever was. He liked being spoiled and babied. And he was extremely serious about board games. He knew all this because Y/N made him realize that.

That day he found out another thing. He likes staring at Y/N looking at the sunset. In other words he likes Y/N. But he had promised himself to not act on it. He didn’t want to loose her. Not now, not ever.

Walking through a dark alley way was not something Bucky liked but with Y/N it was something he was starting to hate. Y/N is beautiful. Obliviously so. He could sense sleazy men staring at her but chose to stay put. But we all know that rouse wasn’t going to stay put for long considering a group of 3 men surrounding the two of them all eyeing Y/N. “Hey sweetheart why don’t you come with us ? We counld have a darn sweet night”, exclaimed the one that looked like the leader as the other two laughed behind him. “Back off”, Bucky had warned. He didn’t want to fight. He felt like he’d embarrass himself before Y/N. “Ohhh look who it is The Winter Soldier”, the other said mockingly. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You don’t have Captain America now to back you up do you ?”. Before Bucky could even reply the third guy let out a scream at which everyone turned to look at him to see him cradling what seemed like a freshly broken wrist and before he could even react the second one went flying into a pile of trash (where he belongs) and the main commentator’s head was being bashed strait onto the road by Y/N’s hand. “No, but he does does have an ex-black ops now turned into a CIA Agent to back him up”, she quipped seethingly through her teeth.

Bucky said nothing. His brain was still processing the information he was bombarded with. He walked Y/N to her car and drove back to Clint’s all while still processing.

So when Sam (who was just about to leave) asks “How was it ?” Bucky looks him in the eye and goes.

“I’m in love with Y/N.”

Tony had decided to prank Clint one fine day and told everyone that Clint was hosting a sleepover. So that meant Clint had to accomodated several idiots into his farmhouse. Within this chaos he also had a very great idea.

So when Y/N was pushed into Bucky’s room both stopped functioning.

Y/N spotted him angrily whispering into is phone as she got out of the shower. Throwing his phone into oblivion ,startled, when she called name out suddenly. “Y-You’re done ? Uhhhh you can take the bed doll, I’ll take the floor”,Bucky hates the floor but if it meant Y/N would be comfortable, he’d be ready to sleep on a block of ice. “Nope definately not ! We can share the damn bed Buck the floor uncomfortable !”, she argued. “ No Y/N you don’t understand I can’t !” “WHY! IS IT BECAUSE I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AFTER THAT DAY ?”, there was a grave silence between the two. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Bucky’s eyes soften and for the first time he realizes that he had never thaken the effort to know more about Y/N. He was focused on her helping him find himself. “Why would you say that ?” ,he said softly as he moved towards her and she moved backwards. “Because it is what it is isn’t it?”, she retorted. “NO IT IS NOT !”, Bucky sighed as he sat on the bed and watched the woman of importance as she paced around the room. “Why then Bucky ? You’ve been distant from me since that day....” “You won’t understand.....” “Try me” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY !” 

12 minutes. It had been 12 minutes since Y/N had froze and stared at Bucky. 

“Shut up. You’re lying” , she finally said.

“What ? No ! Why would I lie about that”,Bucky argued

“Because ! You are James Buchanan Barnes ! One of the most attractive men I have seen in my life period.”

“And here I’m the one firmly believing someone like me doesn’t even stand a change with someone as pretty as you.”

“See, you’re lying again”

“Doll, shut up before I will have to make you”, he warned

“Don’t make empty threats that you won’t fulfill James”, she challenged.

And with that Bucky has Y/N slammed into the bed , his mouth moving roughly along her’s as she puts her arms around his. There was something different about this Bucky. Y/N felt every single pent up frustration that the man kissing her had felt supressing his feelings had felt.

Soon enough they seperated, finally gasping for air. Bucky plopped beside Y/N as she placed her palm on his cheek rubbing a thumb over it while smiling at him blissfully. 

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you...”, she said and somehow Bucky knew he had tears running down his cheeks. He curled into her arms. Clint’s loud speakers playing Elvis as the two dozed off to sleep. But Bucky waited for her to doze off, kissing her forehead as he ran his metal arm through her hair.

“Мой целитель, I love you too”, he said. 

He wasn’t alone anymore. He was healed. His internal war had ended forever. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s all he was thankful for.

---The End---

Guess who almost cried writing this fic? That’s right! ME. Now I need myself a Bucky to hug. I really hope you liked this fic and I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! Please like, share, comment and reblog if you like my work to support me ! Please do not plagarise my hard work and thank you so much for reading! 

~Love, Hri

[myaekingheart]

20 & 13 for the writing ask! 👀

[writing ask meme]

20. where do you begin a WIP? ex: a mood, a scene, a certain character dynamic, etc. does this differ per project?

Alright, so I'm going to answer this in two parts since one-shots and longfic differ significantly for me.

With one-shots, it's a lot easier. It's usually just a general idea, like "oh I wonder what would happen if Character A and B did xyz" and then I run with it. Or a mood or a concept, like expanding on Itachi and Izumi's relationship in the context of the Uchiha massacre in A Thousand Times Yes. Prompts are also really helpful with this to give me a solid starting point.

Longfic is a little trickier. The Scarecrow and The Bell started out as a series of one-shots exploring the relationship dynamic between Kakashi and my OC Rei, that later evolved into a more chronological story. When I started, my initial thought was inspired by the episode with Hanare and the kids kind of questioning their sensei's love life and feeling sorry for him that he seems to not have a girlfriend, only to discover he's been hiding one from them all this time. And slowly, as the story has progressed, the readers have gotten to know Rei better alongside everyone else. And once the story became more chronological, it was a matter of what kinds of things I wanted to see Rei and Kakashi experience as a couple. The story fits into the timeline of the series but the current arcs take place in those years between Naruto and Naruto Shippuden so I've had a lot more free reign. I really wanted to explore the way that a character like Rei, a member of the ANBU black ops, might view and experience the world from this unique perspective as we're going through the main story events but also put her and Kakashi through things, together and separately, to test their relationship and explore the way they'd respond and react, and how those accumulating events contribute to the greater story and why they proceed to do the things that they do in the long run. This is admittedly a little bit easier with Rei because she's a blank slate and I don't have canon to try and comply with but I can use her as a vessel to try and patch up some plot holes, as well, like why Kakashi calls his mangekyo his "new" sharingan at the beginning of Shippuden if he got it when he was ~12 from Rin's death. So in terms of longfic, there's a lot that goes into it but I ultimately try to break it up into smaller pieces and take it one chapter at a time kind of like one shots so I don't get super overwhelmed. I think of a broader concept that I want to explore, like Rei's mental health journey, and then break it up into pieces so I approach it chronologically like "okay this is going to be the inciting incident, we're going to have these chapters see her gradually spiral, and then this is going to be the breaking point, the following chapter will be the climax of her struggle, and then the next chapters will focus on the aftermath" or something to that effect. I kind of just carve the story out starting with broad ideas and slowly refining until I'm at a place where I'm satisfied.

13. describe your writing style.

I want to say my writing style is sort of descriptive? I like to anchor my writing in things that are "tactile." I like being able to physically feel the words, so to speak. It's always been really satisfying for me to write things that are heavily sensory, especially when it comes to a sense of touch or physicality. I really struggle with balancing the descriptive and the straightforward, though. I don't want my prose to read like a list of "He did this. She said that. Blah blah blah" but I also don't want it to be too purple, either. I don't know, I guess even now, after so many years of writing and an actual degree in English, I still struggle to pin down my writing style and balance things out in a way that doesn't feel too amateur and makes me cringe.

Of course, all of that said, when I still think I suck, I go back and look at the first longfic I ever completed in 2014 and then I don't feel so bad.

[cutelittleexo]

"How would you feel?"

Luna-4. A Past, Present, and Future. Ch. 1 - Hope For the Future

Luna-4 got snapped out of her daydream by her stained glass ghost, Shard, seems she didn't realize her guardian was in a daze. "I'm sorry Shard. I was thinking. Could you repeat that please?" Luna asked, hands cupping her still hot tea as she continues to walk along the riverside of the last city, just under the shadow of the ruined tower. "You've been doing that a lot lately. But okay, I'll say it again." Shard rolled her eye a bit before speaking "I asked. How would you feel If you were offered to go back to your life before you were a guardian?" Shard spoke softly and clearly, knowing Luna-4 often loses focus If someone speaks to quick, Luna shot her ghost a unamused look "This question again? I've already told you the answer, I don't know. My dreams are different than other Exo, sure I still dream of the black tower and the fight to get there, but not as much as the others." She sips her tea, still piping hot. Shard darted around her purple Daito cloak and sat in the little crevice where her hood stacked up in a small layer "Do you think It has to do with gui-" "Drop It shard, I came out here to unwind, not to have another existential crisis." Luna-4 spoke in a unusually stern stone, Shard sighed and shimmied out of her hood "Okay. I'll stop...how's the tea today?" Shard asked as If Luna hasn't even scolded her, Luna took a mouth full this time and took in the flavour before gulping it down "Bitter, but a sweet aftertaste. Devrim's fourth favourite tea." She smiled, remembering the time when she asked for sniping lessons from him, only to end up doing his work in that trostland plaza for the day, he got to drink tea and chat up Marc and Hawthorne for once, needless to say she did learn a lot using his custom No Land Beyond. "It's growing on me a bit and I should thank him, think he's still at the fa-...what are you looking at Shard?" Luna-4 asked with a tilted head, seeing her ghost float up a bit "Did the Traveler always glow like that?" Luna-4 turned to see what she was talking about.

Then suddenly feeling a burst of Light.

Comms suddenly went off as civilians and Guardians began to chime in on different channels. The Vanguard channel got some Hunter's on as well much to her surprise. The white noise that was people talking and doing every day responsibilities went quiet before piping up again, different and more rapid this time. Another feeling of Light, like when she was resurrected. It didn't take long before Guardians and Civilians ran past her, some even leaving their spicy ramen sadly behind. A Golden Age song played out in the distance.

"Some hope for the future

Some wait for the call

To say that the days ahead

Will be the best of all."

Luna-4 quickly gulped down all her tea that was meant to be enjoyed slow and tossed it in a nearby trash bin before beginning to walk up the street, her ghost following behind.

"We will build bridges

Up to the sky

Heavenly lights surrounding

You and I."

"Hey, what's the rush?" Luna bumped into one of her fire team members coming out of a underground walkway, a warlock she tells herself she'll befriend, his name being Alexi "Traveler, glowing." She says quickly before running ahead after regaining her footing, leaving him in the dust.

"From out of the darkness

Our future will come

If we leave the past behind

We'll fly beyond the sun."

Luna-4 kept her pace up, running past civilians that stared in awe and up some stairs and continuing on, jumping across ramps and going through the nearby damn.

"We'll be together

Sharing the load

Watching in wonder as our lives unfold."

Now running up stairs and giving a hard left turn before seeing the Traveler again, glowing, much closer now, she passed through a small crowd and made another jump across a gap. Another burst of Light, the area around her seemed a bit foggy. She spotted some of her friends, her lover, and a few acquaintances, sitting around and looking up at the Traveler, some climbing the nearby Vanguard neon sign and radio tower, some over on top of the green house and balconies nearby it. She saw a big ole titan with rusted battleworn armor, Tank, at the greenhouse. A Human Hive-Afflicted Warlock leaning on a aluminum vent, XV, often seen using Dreadfang in crucible. Another Warlock near him, sitting on the ground and leaning on his Monte Carlo, Callum, Gambit wildcard. Another Titan which was on top of the vanguard billboard to get a better view, Reynault. An Exo hunter sat along the edge of the building they were on, Mori, a skillful bladedancer. Luna-4 passed another close friend, an Awoken Titan named Ivara, they've been on strike ops with each other a lot. Sowl, a Guardian she helped get reacquainted in the city a long while ago, been a while since they talked to each other, usually draws a grey teddy bear who likes cookies. A warlock on one of the balconies near the green house, Hawk, usually head bangs. She spotted her ex, a New Monarchy devotee Titan, Felra, who kept her name from her previous life among the Awoken of the Reef. Luna-4 walked up beside her lover and casually held his hand which he responded with a tight squeeze, a Warlock named Volcan, he helped Luna-4 a lot during The Red War, falling in love with each other during said war. They've stuck together since.

All of these Guardians and their Ghosts, they had all gathered to see what the Traveler was doing. An offical message came onto the Vanguard comm channel, ordering evacuation, along with sirens off in the distance, but civilians and guardians still looked on, ignoring the potential danger. "What do you think is happening? I feel so...warm." Shard spoke "Like when I was born. And when I found you..." She looked Luna-4, who was now holding Volcan's arm in worry. Shard didn't talk again, and instead rested on Luna-4's shoulder and watched with the two of them. Another burst of light, making thing's seem blurry. Everyone continued to watch, seeing the Traveler put itself back together. It hasn't done something in 3 years. The comms are active with chatter, Eris Morn speaks, The Guardians Ghost, Commander Zavala. Everyone braces for something.

There was a heavy burst of Light once more. Before the Traveler lit up the entire city and gave a heavy flash of white Light.

"Hope for the future

It's coming soon enough

How much can we achieve?

Hope for the future

It will belong to us

If we believe

If we believe."

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

oh my goddd the terfs found this post and until now i have not truly felt how deep the 'y'all are fucking annoying shut up' of every 'terfs found this post' op goes

you're an embarrassment to playground bullies. you scatter to your sideblogs like the roaches you are when you might face social consequences--oh, sorry, 'be crucified by your idiot mutuals'--because you're too cowardly to stand up for your beliefs when you're not picking on queer/lgbt kids and what you think are fragile teary-eyed nonbinary waifs with blue hair.

just from looking through the lice crawling all over this post: you unironically use words like 'harems' and 'adultery' like a 70 year old racist southern grandma, you put the words 'IQ of 163, and yes. i'm in mensa' in your bios, you spew weird rp threads in which you cast the op as the ex you wish you'd been the one to dump instead of snot-crying facedown into your couch cushions for three weeks, there is literally nothing i can do to make fun of you harder than you make fun of yourselves.

anyway trans women are women, trans men are men, nonbinary people are nonbinary, aces and aros are queer, poly love is beautiful, terfs shit legos for the rest of your lives and die alone. happy pride!

as a polyamorous person who loves and takes joy in poly ships: if the extent of your advocacy and support for polyam people is drawing three characters holding hands, you are not an ally.

society hates us. show up for us--fight for us--when we're subject to violence and erasure, not just when we give you warm fuzzies.

signed, someone who has cried more over what i face as a polyamorous person than i ever have over being bi, trans/nonbinary, or arospec.