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space-blue · 4 months ago

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so uh do you think the recombinants have human rights? or are we just going to see the rda doing human experiments cause they are “only” copies of people

Heya anon. Interesting question to get out of the blue.

I don't see why recoms would have human rights. Not only are they not "human" and giving them rights would be a slippery slope to giving the Na'vi rights, they are the explicit commercial creation of a private company.

The genre of the Avatar franchsie can be confusing at times due to the optimistic vibes, pretty setting and time spent on exploration with the natives of Pandora, but the human side is extremely rooted in cyberpunk.

The RDA is a company.

Imagine if we discovered a sentient race of underwater aliens on Europa, and the people interracting with them were from SpaceX, on a SpaceX agenda, and not NASA, ESA or JAXA. Worse, since the RDA is all about mining, imagine they were kitted out and working under an executive of Glencore! Shipped by SpaceX...

IDK if the world of Avatar has more info in novelisations, games or comics reguarding the state of laws in space, but I very much think that if people like Quaritch signed a contract to allow the use of his DNA and recorded memories, and the RDA creates recombinants off their own tech at their own price, for their own security team... Then no court of justice has any say in that.

I doubt the RDA's HR department on Pandora will be reporting anything back to earth if the recoms have complaints... By the way, canonically if your cryopod malfunctions during an interstellar trip with the RDA, you die, because they don't keep enough resources on board to let human live the length of the trip, so good luck having any humane law at your back.

On the other hand, I don't understand what you mean by human experiments.

The RDA is not interested in that, and they don't seem to be needed. From the films, we know they want rocks and oil. That's it. They do mining and hunting. They aren't set on Pandora to do human experiments.

A1 already has the ability to use avatars, and those avatars are created on earth and mature over the course of the flight. So clearly the creation of hybrid bodies has been going on for decades (since Grace has been at this for a long while!) and there's no hint of it being human experimentation.

Again: recombinants aren't human. That's what makes them so fascinating. They are a mostly Na'vi and human chimera, with a memory imprint that forces a personality on them. But they can't live natural lives on earth, don't have any legal identity (Quaritch and his men are DEAD. They died. They were clearly labeled KIA so the RDA could make the recom contract kick in).

Even their qualia, the way they experience consciousness, is not human. Humans aren't that size, that build, with tails and swivelling ears. They may remember being a human, but they aren't anymore.

Which creates enormous room for angst and fantastic reasons to rebel and join the locals. The memories of humanity are used as a leash. IDK if they are even copies of people. Q is clearly missing memories outside of what was recorded for him.

I don't think there will be "experiments" on them. I don't see the point. Q & co. are also not used in that way in the story of A2. They are fearsome but easy to dispatch villains for a setting that doesn't tolerate humans anymore.

I don't think that recoms being "remade" would be an experiment or a torture. I think it would be the cold calculations of a cyberpunk mega-corp.

But don't forget there is no process to speed this along. So either the company already made several copies of each recoms, or they'll need years to make new ones. They're also very expensive, so who knows.

I really enjoy the idea of Q going rogue precisely because he's given a new crew of the same recoms to work with and the inhumanity of it finally breaks him. He'd be bound to realise there's more of him in storage and nothing he can do will be meaningful in that way.

#rda #avatar #atwow #avatar 2 #avatar 3 #recom #recom quaritch #recombinant #jc avatar #anon ask #thanks for the ask"#dystopia #cyberpunk

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literaticat · 6 months ago

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Hi, Jenn. These recent children's imprints closings have been really sad. Is there anything we, as authors and readers, can do, aside from buying more children's/YA books?

No, and yes. No, you aren't going to stop corporate mergers. Yes, you CAN help the book industry more generally!

While some books are just straight up bestsellers that do not need your help to thrive, I'd say 90% of books and authors are hurting for attention, tbh -- and that probably includes some of your favorites. Media is so fractured / silo'ed and people are so distracted, discoverability is a huge challenge for authors.

So yes by all means please DO buy books! Give them as gifts! Pass them out to your friends! And enemies! But also: TALK ABOUT THEM! Start a book club! If you are on a budget? Use your library! Request titles they don't have! (For ebooks and audiobooks, too! Check out OverDrive and Libby!) Write reviews of books you love, or talk them up on social media!

(To paraphrase RuPaul: If we bookworms don't buy and read and talk about books, how in the hell can we expect anyone else to? CAN I GET AN AMEN UP IN HERE?)

ALL THAT BEING SAID: Imprints being bought/sold/closed etc has little to do with individual readers. Your buying three extra copies of your fav book is not going to affect an international multi-million/BILLION dollar corporation merging or divesting assets or whatever -- those kinds of decisions are above our pay grade as authors / readers / the general public! (Anyway, a publisher may be sold not because it ISN'T doing well and the owner is trying to get rid of it -- but because it is doing VERY well and a larger company wants it! Or for some other reason, something something shareholders, who knows!)

Think about it this way: You throwing your water bottle in the correct bin is good, but it's not going to stop climate change. CORPORATIONS need to stop it, GOVERNMENTS need to stop it -- your individual contribution is nice, by all means keep reducing, reusing, recycling, but it isn't YOU that is the real problem or the solution, actually. You can help not make it worse! You can rally for change and join groups and encourage corporations to make that change with your voice, your votes, etc. You can bring attention to it in whatever ways you are able! But it's not up to you as an individual to actually do the heavy part of the world-saving.

In much the same way: Getting more people to buy more books is actually a much bigger problem than your buying an extra paperback or tweeting alone can solve. It has to do in part with changing the CULTURE, with figuring out how to get all of our attention spans back, with getting kids to pick up books for fun instead of their phones, with valuing education, etc.

MOST IMPORTANTLY, IMO, the publishing industry and authors and everyone else in the country, quite frankly, would be greatly helped by investing more in teachers and libraries rather than de-funding and criminalizing them, with stopping the book banning madness that is happening, and with PLEASE GOD not letting "Project 2025" become a reality! So if you are concerned with any of these issues, do make the changes in your own life, and do use your voice, your VOTES, whatever you can do to bring attention to the issues -- join and support advocacy groups like Authors Against Book Bans, donate, yell about it! But ultimately it's going to have to be the government, and monied and powerful major entities (including corporations... like publishers!) that are going to have to step up to REALLY enact change. What you can do is show them by word and deed that you WANT that change.

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armyhome · 1 year ago

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(Un) Perfects | Beomgyu

⇢ summary: Lilo is a complicated girl, but also is Beomgyu and the journey of both are a mess.

⇢ pairing: Lilo x Beomgyu.

⇢ a/n: this one is for my community, my bisexuals out there, this is for you all.

Chapter 1: Attention. Chapter 2: Ditto Chapter 3: Hype Boy Chapter 4: OMG Chapter 5: Cookie's

Chapter 6: Hurt

2014 (July)

I hate when he's mad at me, cause means that he cares.

I hate when he's laughing with me because means he enjoys my company.

I hate how my head laid perfectly on his chest when he hugs me because his heartbeat is my favorite sound in this universe.

I hate how his facility to get inside my room through the window because, at Henry's house, I only could sleep feeling breathing in his perfume.

I hate how he became my favorite drug.

"What is going on here?" Henry's voice brings me back to earth since I woke up I only stares at Beomgyu's face not carrying about time because was Sunday, like every single detail of him was not imprinted in my mind. Beomgyu wakes up scared, I hold his hand, Henry probably triggered Beomgyu with that scream.

"It's okay you are with me, you're safe it's not your dad, is only Henry and I'll never let him hurt you" I look into his eyes "Take a deep breath I'm here"

"Lilo, I'll not ask again…" Henry keep screaming, so Beomgyu cover his ears using his hands.

"Can you please shut up? Don't you see how shocked Beom is?" I cover his ears with my hands "Look at my bear, look into my eyes, you're safe, I'm with you, please breathe, take a deep breath… Henry can you be a little bit useful and call emergency, he is having a panic attack because of your show.." I say while I'm still looking into Beomgyu's eyes.

"You both are doing a show believing I'll fall for this, your mom knows that this boy sleeps with you?" I take a deep breath and Beomgyu copies my move.

"We're both over eighteen," and he doesn't love me that way "We're dating for almost three years now" I took another deep breath to Beomgyu copy my move one more time "I'm not you, I wouldn't lie to my mom, or anyone, this part of your DNA a decline, so can you please call for help?"

"Why so much scream this early in the morning?" I heard Yeonjun's voice.

"Yeonjun, Beom is having a panic attack call emergency" My voice goes out so automatically that sounds like Siri, "One more deep breath Beomgyu, please copy me"

"What he is doing here?" Yeonjun asks, lord I'll commit murder, so I ask forgiveness already.

So Beomgyu put his head on my shoulder, and I tap slowly his back, please be okay, you need to be okay.

"I'm okay don't need to call emergency…" His voice goes out husky "I'm leaving, don't need to worry" I kiss the top of his head

"No, you will eat breakfast with us this time, the whole house already knows you are here anyway… Are you sure that you're okay?" He holds my left hand, the one my dad and Yeonjun can't see.

"I'm fine, I promise," He says looking into my eyes "I better go because I didn't tell my grandma that I would sleep outside, she probably worried, maybe you should go with me, there is no one will scream with you" He looks at Henry "Lilo is a good daughter, you have no right to scream at her, but I apologize to be inside your house without your knowledge" Henry look at him without saying anything, and Beomgyu complete in signal language for me [I'll wait outside, bring your things, stay with us until your mom come back, I'll not have peace if you stay here after hearing him screaming like that with you].

"Okay," I respond and jump off my bed, starting to pick up my stuff, Beomgyu leaves the room.

"I can't believe your mom knows about that and say nothing" Henry keeps repeating himself.

"What part of I already have eighteen, you didn't understand? I work at Mr. Kang's lawyer's office, I pay for the things that I want to have, and I only stay here to convince my mom that was fine she goes on a honeymoon, but I can definitely take care of myself, and also the Bemgyu factor, we always take care of each other…" I put my toothbrush at last in my purse.

"You take care too much of each other," Yeonjun seems to complain, I can't hold my laugh.

"Yes, that's part of being in a relationship, aren't you and Ariel the same?" I look at him, I'll not lie, part of the reason for me being here was because I know this would drive Ariel a little bit crazy, but only Beomgyu knows that.

"Where are you thinking you going Lilo?" Henry asks so I throw my bag through the window.

"I gotcha!" Beomgyu screams from the outside.

"You are not leaving this room for a while miss" I roll my eyes and look through the window, Beomgyu still looking at me.

"You better don't hurt me" I whisper looking at Beomgyu before I jump, maybe I lost my mind, wasn't that high but I could break a leg for sure.

"You will don't be the one that gets hurt," Beomgyu says holding me in his arms, I hold myself on him with my legs.

"I lost my mind" I confess to him, my heart was going so fast.

"You only realize this now?" Beomgyu laughs at me, I laugh with him "Let's run before they catch us" Beom put my feet on the grass.

"Yep!" So he holds my bag over his shoulders with one hand and with the other he holds my hand and we start to run.

And we run all the way to his grandma's house, everything in my head was in slow motion, every time he turn his head to look at me smiling, my heart became weather, so we lay on the grass in the garden in front of the house to took a deep breath.

"Sorry for Henry, you stay because of me, and he was a d…" I start.

"Don't worry, thank you for taking care of me that way" He kissed the top of my head "I love you Lilo…" Those words became ink on my skin, a permanent tattoo in my soul.

"I love you too bear" In a romantic way, and at the end of the day I'll be the one that gets hurt, I lay my head on his chest hearing his heart.

"Lilo, I mean it… It's complicated to explain, and understand too, I know, my whole life, I was all about loving boys, never in my mind, I thought about a girl, I mean I still like boys," He stop saying and take a deep breath "It's all so confusing, I just know that I love you, I wanna kiss you, hold you in my arms, in a real thigh way…" I sit and look at him "I'm not being clear, I know, is just I don't figure out it yet, but the only thing I'm sure I love you, and maybe I'm capable of loving boys, girls, non-binary people, you give me so much love, that I'm overflowing love right know…" I took a deep breath "I sware to you, I'm not being needed, I love you…"

"Beomgyu, breath," I say smiling at him "That's okay," I lay my head on his chest one more time.

"You don't think I'm a perve right?"

"No, why would you be a perve? Because of that? No Beomgyu" I give a kiss on his chest over his shirt "My oppa boyfriend is like you, remember Taehyun oppa? When he meet you at the restaurant that night, he said we both cursed, cause he was in love with a straight guy and I was in love with a gay guy, at the end you both were, bisexual or pansexual or just queer, I don't know if you wanna label yourself, but resuming he also think he was straight until fall for Taehyun oppa, he did the inverse way that you did, just that… There's nothing to worry about, relax…"

"Wait, you love me all these years?" Oh lord, why I can't hold my tongue?

"That's not the point Beomgyu… Are we dating for real now?" I need to put his mind on another thing.

"You wanna be my girlfriend? Even knowing I can like boys too?" I smile in secret.

"I would never date a straight boy is against my rules…They're boring" So I feel Beomgyu's fingers holding my chin, pulling up my face so my lips touch his lips, so soft, no one in this world knows me better than him, and I think he feels the same way about me because there's no weird tension on our first kiss, I was with all my clothes, but feeling naked and this didn't bother me, I don't feel shy, Beomgyu was allowed to see every single details of my soul, I don't mind, than I remember what Kai say to me, about have no fear on someone's arms, was like this that moment, the only thing I feel finally got at home, when the kiss ended we took a deep breath "Please, don't think I'm objectifying you, or your sexuality, because what I just say… was just…"

"I don't feel objectified Lilo, better saying, Julie," The way he says my real name makes my body shivers "But I'm waiting for the moment you actually do" Beomgyu whispers right next to my ear and kisses my neck "I love you Julie"

"I love you Beomgyu"

#txt fanfic #beomgyu imagines #txt #choi beomgyu #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fic #beomgyu #choi soobin #soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #hueningkai #bisexual pride

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vespersposts · 1 year ago

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Reap what you sow

Since I let Daiki's birthday pass without even making a celebratory post (sorry my demon, I know Taiga got one), I decided to start September with a new episode where he explains how he deals with situations, especially his one with Momoi. I send you a big hug and thanks for following the story and being patient with this disorganised author! Let me know if you like it,

Do you know? Artist Eve (@evelhak ) draw a portrait of the main female character exclusively for this story -> [ Im in awe! ] 💝

-> more knb stories here 🏀

"Why don't we go down to town on Saturday? Let's have a bite to eat, a coffee and a look at the sports shop. Momoi told me you wanted to try out a new pair of sneakers."

A normal request, a legitimate intention, something he had done a thousand times with Satsuki and the guys. Something he had also done with other girls, but that did not make it any less embarrassing. So when Kuri asked him one day at the end of a class, all he could do was nod, feeling caught in the middle. Nearby, Satsuki's confused look made him feel dirty, mean and shady for accepting that invitation just to get her attention.

It had worked, though, as they now walked side by side on their way home from the gym. Momoi had preferred his company to Tetsu's and now she was strangely silent, although she never let him out of her sight.

"What are your intentions with her?" his childhood friend asked him, stopping on the elevated walkway, glancing casually at the line of cars at the traffic lights before turning her gaze to him. Daiki felt a strange tension growing in his stomach, as if he was tugging at a string caught somewhere, a string that was tightening itself to a mysterious, hidden point.

A point that was a person, Satsuki.

"None, really. I'll figure it out as we go" he had simply answered her, causing the girl to frown.

"Don't tell me you want to bang her!" she blurted out, looking at him with an expression that was close to disgust.

As if that was his problem.

Of course he would have fucked her, if it would have helped him get his manager's full attention again, he would have done anything for her. He even got involved in a stupid girl feud for her.

"Tell me you don't want to and I won't! "He replied earnestly, cupping her face in his hands, caressing her soft cheeks, staring into her drooping eyes, leaving her only when her hands grabbed his wrists and demanded to be released.

"Don't get into trouble, that's what I'm telling you. Don't put yourself in a position where you start a story you don't want to start just because you're lonely. I love you, just not like that..." he heard her sigh "If you're sad, talk to my best friend, I know she understands because she's been in your position" she had concluded, taking a few steps away, still flushed from the latest declaration.

"No one understands me like you do" Daiki had told her again, determined to leave no room for ambiguity. "She's just a strange girl I don't even like, I just pretend to, for you. You're the only one I'll always need, the only one who really understands me!" he concluded, making the girl's eyes fill with big, round tears. "I love Tetsu, I'm fine with him, Dai-chan, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you all the time, but I don't know what to do".

He saw her crying her eyes out. All he could do was hold her in an embrace, which the girl quickly broke.

"We have to set better boundaries, work better, we..." and she was silenced by the boy's lips on hers, his strong arms around her, his powerful figure trapping her between him and the railing, under the astonished gaze of the passers-by.

"I love you, that will never change, remember that! "Daiki's deep voice imprinted itself in her mind to such an extent, that she felt as if she heard nothing else until he arrived at your house and she closed the door behind her, deluding herself that she could even shut out the disappointment of having deceived her best friend once again.

A sea of tears followed, a sea that you dried with a box of tissues and a frozen pizza dinner, listening to this story a thousand times, commenting on it a thousand times, reconstructing the incident as the best detective would have done, but the truth was always the same.

"There was no way you could have prevented it" you had told her again, stroking her head as it rested on your lap, smiling at her as her red, swollen eyes stared at you with silent questions.

"I cheated on Tetsuya" you heard her murmur as warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Nobody cheated on Tetsuya! You couldn't have known that he would react like that and he... Well, Aomine is exhausted and reacts to the situation like he would in a basketball game he's losing: he tries everything. Too bad he doesn't know when to stop! " you conclude and give her a smile, hoping that your friend will be satisfied with this rough and ready explanation.

"I should tell Tetsu! "she sighs and clamps her fingers between yours.

" What's the point?" you answer her immediately. "You'd only create bitterness. I doubt Daiki will try to kiss you again. Leaving him alone with his guilt is punishment enough. Now you need to think about yourself and how I can help you realise that it's not your fault! " you smile at her and hear your mobile, which you had thrown on the sofa before Momoi arrived, buzzing.

"It's nothing important, I have to make appointments for the agency." you lie to her, knowing that telling her that Aomine is chasing you to convince her to talk and 'set things right' would only make her more anxious.

"I want one too, for Saturday afternoon!" Satsuki informs you, getting your attention back.

"Where are we going?" you laugh, rolling a strand of her soft hair on your finger, thinking it's some kind of joke.

"You have to break up Dai-chan and Kuri's date if you don't want him to screw her " she says suddenly.

"And even if he did, what would be the problem? The safer the princess feels, the more fun it will be to ruin their affair, let him have his way! " you say with a sigh and send another message. Momoi is silent, then her face takes on an undefined expression, somewhere between that of a wayward child and an angry woman.

"I just don't want this to happen! " she reiterates, and you already know that you won't be able to stop her.

#knb x reader #knb #knb scenarios #knb aomine #knb x you #the basketball which kuroko plays #aomomo #kuromomo #knb fluff #knb momoi #knb kuroko #aomine daiki #aomine #satsuki momoi #aomine daiki x momoi satsuki #momoi satsuki #momoi best girl #kuroko no basket

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wherelanguage-ends · 11 months ago

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im having silly fandom feels so i want to put them somewhere but not on the main 4m tag so putting it under read more so yaknow ignore if you don't want to see

im not exactly happy but im not-not sad about the new casting choice?

idk man kp was my first ever bl experience i kind of wish i hadn't imprinted so hard on the cast cause i do miss bbb? which frankly feels really fucking silly but idk even when i never thought of them as a ship i loved their chemistry and just wanted a little more of that?

either way im just happy to see bible back on screen and with jes as the new partner im fine with it? dude plays the drums and has done covers of linkin park and mcr songs (!!!!) he seems like a chill guy and apparently a really experienced lakorn actor so like it might be interesting to watch how this plays out?

idk i do think i would have felt differently if they had cast any of the actors from the company cause then that would have felt like everyone was just waiting for build to make his announcement and move on and just kind of eyeing the prize like vultures, which see what an insane thought to have right?

anyway if there's one thing i've realized in this past year its that i do NOT care for fan service i don't care if the actors are intentionally doing it or saying they are not and leaving it open for us to draw our interpretations as we please, im just beyond that.

i've watched other japanese and korean bls in the mean time and im getting back to watching thai bls but honestly like woooh boy i don't want to know anything about any of the actors ever again, like what i know so far about this new guy is more than enough

im just happy engaging with the plot and the stories ive watched so far and that's how i think i want it for 4m as well

i know build's got a movie?series? that he's going to be the lead for so yay going to watch that too

anyway what a weird experience it has been fangirl-ing as an adult

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wonka44xd · 11 months ago

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#Fanfiction #Horror #Realistic

[ WARNING : EVERYTHING HERE IS FICTICIOUS. ANY RELATION TO A REAL ENTITY IS NOT INTENDED ]

Angels

& Demons

Heaven is closed

And has been closed for a while

You can't go to heaven

Unless you die

You can get to the gates with your soul

But your not allowed in

Unless you've died.

WW2 -

The Nazis

Were into the Occult

And they understood the Story of God

And fought battles

And searched in various locations around the world

for God items

-Spear of Destiny - is the spear that pierced Jesus

-Shroud of the Turin : The shroud/a cloth that covered Jesus in his tomb before got Transmorgrifed. The bright light left an imprint, and this also has the literal blood of Christ.

And many more.

These pieces have powers Granted by the Lord

Delivered by angels

And can be used for their immense power ,

One of them:

If they have the blood of christ

Then they can possibly Clone him

But

The

Allies stopped the nazis

In turn

Helping God

And as

The Nazis lost

They sent the final fleet --

To Antarctica

The Nazis found out what was there

And this was their last ditch effort to survive

The final fleet

Went to the Mcmurdo Sound

The reason why the Nazis even know what this is

Is that

They heard the sound made in the area

When researching in 1943

The same year they researched in the Greenland, the North Pole.

In the water you can hear a certain frequency

The McMurdo Sound

And sailing the pole

They heard it

And marked it

The last fleet arrives in the McMurdo sound

They gauge their sensors

And they hear it

A blip.

Then another

Another blip.

" This is it "

The McMurdo Entrance: it's giant tunnel but it's hidden by alot of snow and glacier --- it's full size is barely realized and what's showing is a horizontal cut and break in the ice that leads into the entrance, but it still large enough to fit machines. This is on the edge of a body of water, a sound in Antarctica

They see it

And prepare to send an small reconnaissance team

To check out

3 platoons - a company

Embedded wirh scientists

The winter is harsh

And they make entry

What they don't see

Is the dormant black moss

lining the entire megalithic

superstructure

...

They go in

Expecting not to see anything

But as they go further

They're looking at the walls

And there's writing they can't decipher

And they have the best linguists in the world

Nobody can make it out

There's images no one has ever comprehended

Images

There's a man with a heavy spear and shield

But they look odd

And are way larger

And muscles in areas, humans don't have

One looks at his hand

And it has 6 fingers

In German

"What the fuck"

The marines get the creeps

It's almost

They shouldn't be looking at this

This

Is taking us way further than we think

So they decide to go back

and tell the rest of the fleet

that it goes way further

Half of them stay to keep the location

Other Half go back

Nearby

their heat disturbs

some of the black mold

And they eject spores

in their direction

And the Nazis breathe it in

The rest of the team heads back

Seeing the light in the distance

And walking down the pathway

They see the hieroglyphs on the wall

glimmering in copper lining

Revealing a story

As they leave

They can make out what's happening as they're walking

But almost not ----- lost in translation

It shows :

A giant man

Who throws a spear

At a terrible lizard,

"I can make this out

It says in

Well ...

In multiple different languages at once

He sounds it out

"Mtre ta ?"

"What does that mean ?"

"Hunt"

They're still walking ..

It shows

The giant man --

Multiple giants

Eating

Smaller people

They're still walking

And then

Exit

The bitter wind of Antarctica hits their face.

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#Fanfiction #Horror #Realistic

[ WARNING : EVERYTHING HERE IS FICTICIOUS. ANY RELATION TO A REAL ENTITY IS NOT INTENDED ]

Angels

& Demons

Ch. 2

"What happened? !

What's wrong !?"

A man in uniform says

Lt:

It's too far ! " -

He yells from a distance

--"this is way bigger than i looks!

You have to see this for yourself"

The Colonel doesn't want to hear this

But it's getting dark

he gives the order

"Were disembarking !

He says to those nearby

And it goes underway.

The entire fleet disembarks

The last of the Nazis

The final fleet

go in

Everyone sees

The walls

....

Colonel:

The Colonel can't believe his eyes

They continue

And reach a point --

they hear something .

a shuffling.

a groan.

the distance

Echoing

They move further

And see

one of their own

...

They flash the light on him

His eyes are black

And there's black veins stemming from his face

"Urrrrrrggghh ..

They rush to him

To give him aid

But he starts attacking them

Chewing and Clawing

"Arghhhhhhhh"

They shoot

It hits its leg

Then Someone is tackled

about to be mauled by the creature

**BANG BANG BANG**

2 hit it's chest

and 1 in the head

It falls

But everybody nearby

has at least a scratch

And some people are heavily bleeding

...

Two more creatures approach unnoticed

"Urrrrrrggg...."

And they

Fire

But one spits

And vomits far

hitting them

It's black.

3 more emerge

And

This

Expeditionary unit

Starts to feel the symptoms

From being in the area

Nausea

Blurred vision

Debilitating Headaches

Then

they turn --

Marine eating Marine

Scientist eating scientist

Some try to run

But the distance is too far to run

And the elevation is higher

So It's harder to breathe.

Not noticing their own selves

Their heat kicks up more spores

The last one tries to flee

But is caught by himself

Coughing

And a blistering headache

He can't run

Then

He turns.

The Allies get a hint of the escaping nazi fleet

And they send a warfleet

To intercept

As they arrive

Later than the Nazis did

They arrive outside the McMurdo sound.

Approaching

They see in the air

3, 4

Maybe 10

UFOs ,

Foo-fighters

Slick and featureless.

Then they're attacked.

Precise , green and thin lasers

pierce the warfleet

It's a

Devastating defeat

they can't shoot them back

They're too fast.

And

have to turn back

50% make it out

Of them, their equipment is almost destroyed

Allowed to escape

they think

It's the Nazis

But they

They can't go further

WW2 has officially ended in Europe.

But there's a mystery fleet in Antarctica

is there Nazis in Antarctica?

No.

They're all dead.

The UFOs have to do with

Angels

& Demons

In the 60s,

The Allies send a massive warfleet

to take on these UFOs

and go to the McMurdo Sound

Stronger and more lethal than before

The allies muster their best equipment

With all modern tech

To send to the area. ---

Many years in the making

They travel

And arrive outside the sound.

Expecting an ambush

They are sensing the area.

But

they're

Allowed through

Nobody stops them .

As the warfleet makes their way through the sound

And they see

frozen over

Vessels

But They can't tell what they are

They disassembark .

as they go near the entrance

They see them

Black and grey faced individuals

Twitching and walking

They don't believe it

They Fire.

And they go down .

Then

they move in.

And clear it out.

...

The entrance is closed

Now

Blocked and protected.

It's now known

As the

McMurdo Station.

#God #TheDevil #Demon #Thriller #Movie #Book #Writing #Poetry #zombies #ufo #aliens #angels #demons #Jesus #IndianaJones #Nazi #ww2 #ww1 #USA #hell #lucifer #Satan #ghosts #scary

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hastyprovocateur · 3 years ago

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Jinx Case Study: Why you can empathise/sympathise with her but not defend her

(Arcane spoilers ahead, please proceed with caution ⚠️)

I just want to start by saying I ADORE Arcane and have fallen for every character from Vi, Caitlyn, Vander Ekko, Jinx, Silco, Sevika to Jayce, Victor, Mel, Heimerdinger even the more minor characters like Ambessa (and Howl lol) and Cassandra. Everyone is so beautifully written in whatever capacity they appear that I, for one, am invested in all of them.

That said, I have a gripe against views that defend Jinx. Jinx makes for a beautiful, grey, highly pivotal character and I have several views on her based on the plot and writing itself that refute that Jinx was entirely a victim of her circumstances. I would start by admitting that different people have different mental resilience and different degrees of being grounded in their values. In the first ep of Act I itself, we see that little Violet and Powder are facing their dead parents, Violet looking deeply affected as Powder stands without expression, looking up to her sister to understand how to react to the heavily traumatic event.

Now here we can say two things, one is that Powder may not know how to react to it at all, she's too young to fathom death and doesn't understand the gravity of what she's seeing or, Powder feels exactly what Violet feels, she feels the sense of loss, dread and horror, but the shock of the sight has stunted her reaction and she's unable to feel anything because her mind has shut down, afraid of the flood of emotions she is feeling in that moment. Now, this is where the difference between Violet and Powder's mental capacities come to differ. Violet can feel her emotions, exercise them in terms of action or expression and then eventually process them and not be controlled by them. Powder, on the other hand, feels too deeply to be able to efficiently control her feelings, and when her feelings do boil over, they begin to guide her completely.

This can also be attributed to the fact that Violet was older, which doesn't make her automatically mentally stronger but means she has, by virtue of time, received a good foundation for understanding and processing her emotions. This can be for many reasons, she spent more time with their parents, in a peaceful familial environment, receiving love and attention, where she was tended to and her feelings were validated and understood by her caregivers or maybe she's just more hardy that way. But we can definitely wager that whatever Violet got from her parents, Powder got less of owing to their death.

Now, this puts them in an imbalance. Violet is self-focused, more resilient, able to tell right from wrong, able to have the mental strength to stand by her resolve, she still is a child, however, in Act I, she has a tendency of physically dealing with her problems even when fighting isn't the best solution, that and running away (extreme fight or flight), something she indirectly learnt BECAUSE she's a child, she's imprinted on Vander and his teachings (biggest being fighting since that's how he's survived the Undercity for so long) AS A CHILD. Now Powder has always had different needs from Violet, she is seen to need a lot more of verbal assurance, company and care, her talents lie outside of fighting, in engineering and marksmanship.

She's emotionally needy (which is understandable as she's younger) and when she's unable to receive it from Vander, she turns to Violet. And she hasn't just turned to Violet, she has ATTACHED herself to Violet. Act I literally has her have a panic attack just from being left behind by Violet so needless to say, a lot of how Powder turns out depended on Vi, who, don't forget, is also a child so to expect her to always have a perfect parental response to whatever Powder does is stupid. The plot, people and Jinx herself claim that Violet "made her into the monster she's become" but I strongly disagree. Powder has been innocent so far in Act I, up till the point she sets off the monkey bomb to save her family. It was a wrong move to have a) left her lodging after Vi told her not to and b) tinkering with something she didn't know too well about (hence the overloaded hex crystals)

It went bad, it killed most of her family and when Violet asked her if she did it and Powder confirmed it, she did what she knew to do, physically lash out at the cause of the problem, which, at that moment, Powder stood for. The person who singlehandedly killed her family. Violet, despite being in great grief let herself get angry over what had happened, she felt *something* as opposed to Powder who really couldn't fathom the damage she had done, being a child having the same trauma response she did when she saw her dead parents, her mind taking all the pain and locking it out instead of processing it or letting her face up to it lest she goes crazy which she did either way. Violet didn't have a breakdown, she didn't swear to blame Powder for life, for being disobedient, for knowing less, for taking away the only thing she knew in terms of family.

She saw that innocence in Powder as well and backed off, she "fled" (her other learnt response) for a few moments, resentful of her (wrong) actions and had all intentions to return to Powder who is also her family. But as we know, Marcus intercepted her and Silco got to Powder first. Now here is where choices have started being given. Any average child, with an average mind and an average upbringing, wouldn't immediately turn to the dark side even if they initially find comfort in it. There are certain "learnt" responses, values that endure even in the smallest children. Powder knew goodness through Violet and Vander and for much longer than she knew Silco.

But the moment Violet "left" for Powder, she again went into the panic of being abandoned, her lack of mental resilience made her fearful of the consequences of being on her own or being unloved/unaccepted, so to counter that fear, she simply latched onto the next parental figure she could find. Which was Silco, unfortunately. She undid years of learning and knowing Violet and Vander's goodness, and imbibed Silco's ideals because for Jinx, being accepted and affirmed has always been more important than doing the right thing. And that's how she remained in the years following her being adopted by Silco as she committed murders, thefts, various acts of terrorism, helping run Silco's drug empire basically.

It was all so that she'd have someone who would love and accept her. When Silco said "We'll show them all" Jinx also resolved to "show" her sister down just because she believed she gave up on/thought less of her as opposed to Violet who didn't lose faith in Powder even after she killed their family and till Act III even when Jinx threatened to have served Violet Caitlyn's head on a platter, she still stopped Caitlyn from shooting her down because she. Never. Lost. Faith. In. Her. This makes me wonder how much of Jinx was herself and how much Silco. If Powder had refused to work as a henchman or participate in his business proceedings, would Silco have idealised her as much or loved her as much since one of the reasons he loved her was because he saw so much of himself in her, as the "abandoned one" when Powder wasn't really abandoned? He accused Violet of not accepting Jinx, would he have accepted Powder? As the innocent girl she was who wanted nothing to do with the man who killed her family?

Which brings us back to what I started with, Violet has always had the resolve to not give up no matter what, no matter what it takes, she stands up after she's been obliterated in a fight, she holds out on her sister even after everyone can see she's far gone meanwhile Jinx has just made her choice for revenge, for chaos, bloody war and inflicting pain on others, even in her fight with Ekko, she gave up and was ready to take herself out along with him. At that moment, she gave up on both of them. The boy she knew her whole childhood faded away for her and in ep 9 Act III, she gave up on Vi too meanwhile both Ekko and Violet never gave up on the Powder they knew. The Powder Jinx gave up on in the season finale.

Ekko saw Benzo, his father figure die, his neighbourhood being transformed into something gnarly and unfamiliar, his friends and comrades being brutally killed by Jinx and Silco's men. Violet was imprisoned on no charges for 8 years and was beaten up regularly just to be put in her place as she lived in guilt for what she'd done. They were no less broken than Jinx and I don't say this to compare their trauma but to say that there's always a choice and Jinx constantly made the worst ones. Ekko could've ran a drug cartel parallel to Silco to put up a fight, Vi could've wreaked havoc the moment she was released from prison but no, Ekko created a safe world for Zaunites, especially the children, to give them another chance outside of the drugged-out streets.

Violet wanted peace between Piltover and Zaun, falling for a Piltovian despite her being an enforcer, representing what took her parents from her, hell, she doesn't even kill Sevika because Violet doesn't fight to kill. The same way Caitlyn doesn't shoot to kill. This lies in contrast with Jinx blowing the council up because Silco got what was coming to him (sorry, I can explain that more if you want but long story short, twisting the narrative, enabling, projecting onto and feeding into your adoptive daughter's worst fears, trying to kill her sister she clearly cares a lot about isn't gonna fly). And no, I don't accept any defenses based on mental health because that's offensive to those with mental illnesses.

Having mental issues doesn't naturally make you evil or dark-sided, like being a psychopath doesn't make you a serial killer, that's a stupid assumption to use just to defend a villain you like. The show itself highlights it when Victor says that "There's always a choice" and he's absolutely right. There is always a journey in regards to trauma and it always ends with "so what are you going to do about it?". Are you going to be better for it, to nip it in the bud or do you want to unleash it on those around you, make it someone else's problem? Such things don't hold up in explanation, a criminal is a criminal, like a r*pist is a r*pist and the question is "is your trauma worth the victim's life or suffering?". No, it's not. Never will be. You could've been through hell but it is still your call to put someone else through it. That individual choice makes you who you are.

That said, I also acknowledge that Jinx can possibly make the right choices in the future if she ever decides to stand for peace or try and do the right thing. You are always one choice away from doing good but yes, that will not nullify the harm she's caused so far. Excited for season 2 of Arcane :)

#arcane #vi #powder #jinx and silco #vi and jinx #vi and vander #arcane netflix #caitlyn kiramman #jayce talis #netflix arcane #arcane jinx #arcane powder #arcanevi #arcane violet

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starryjeekies · 2 years ago

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E’last reaction to their s/o sending nudes??

A/N: OKAY HI SORRY I'VE BEEN MEANING TO GET TO THIS FOR SO LONG I was experiencing a lot of burnout (related to work and personal life) and I still am for other reasons BUT I felt that this can probably help me out of my funk so here we finally go ^^

Rano:

First time you send a risky pic to Rano, he probably would be really flustered at first. He would lock his phone, toss it somewhere on the couch, and then cover his face. After about ten or so seconds, he'll compose himself and actually look and study the picture you sent. He can feel the heat on his cheeks and his pants getting a little tighter but hopefully no one else is around to witness his frustration.

"I hope you know what you're doing to me.."

Choi In:

It would probably be a special occasion the first time he receives a naughty picture from you. You two probably planned a date night but he had to practice first. Practice would be running late and when he has a water break, he checks his phone to see a pic of you. He would probably blink in surprise for a few seconds before a smirk would form on his lips. He starts getting excited and would perform the rest of the time with enthusiasm.

"Just wait a little longer, baby, I can barely wait either."

Seungyeop:

There are very few times where the two of you text back and forth as I view Seungyeop as a "talk in person" type of guy. So when there are four texts from you, he gets worried something is wrong. He's worried at first, but when he sees the pictures you had attached of your bare body, his worry quickly drains away and fills with pride. Thankfully, he was just at the dorm so he can pop over to your place to see if reality matches the picture.

"You better still be in that pose when I get there, darling."

Baekgyeul:

It would be a complete accident and both of you would be startled. You two would be texting about when/where to meet up for your date and you jokingly asked him to match your fit so he would ask for a picture so he could. When you send your fit pic, you also accidentally attach a nude that you took before you put it on and immediately replay with "don't look!" but it's too late. He looked. He starred. He gawked.

"I'm sorry I looked but now I can't look away.."

Romin:

Out of everyone, Romin would ask. Not in a disrespectful way, more like you've been dating for a while, have done the deed a few times, and would love to have a pic of you for when he can't touch you. So being the lovely partner you are, you send him one. Or two. And in comes a barrage of texts from him just praising you and how good you look and how he's treasuring what you gave him.

"I'll let you know whenever I'm thinking about you."

Wonhyuk:

Big blushy baby wouldn't know what to do. It came out of the blue while he was at the company and he would probably try to excuse himself to the restroom to have some privacy. He would lock himself in a stall to see what he received and would get very desperate. He would try to palm himself through his pants before realizing its not enough.

"Jesus, I can't focus on anything but you."

Wonjun:

He would be on tour when you send him a pic. He would probably be resting in whatever bed he had, texting you that he missed you a lot and couldn't wait to come home. You send him a picture back, showing him what he's currently missing and his mind goes feral. He would try to keep himself calm as he wouldn't want his roommate to know, but his mind is running to so many places on what he wishes he can do. He's touchy, so not being able to touch you drives him crazy.

"Please don't tease me, I'm already dying without you."

Yejun:

I love this diva because he would definitely send you one back. You two had been going back and forth, teasing each other, hot and bothered, when you send a picture. He would eat that up. He would imprint the picture in his brain before scrolling through his photos and send you one back. He would feel satisfied when you praise him on how godly he looks and would definitely show his appreciation back to you.

"It's so kind of you to give me that gift."

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scarasimplysimping · 4 years ago

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These Books Of You

Xingqiu x Adepti Reader

Sypnosis: A boy of noble blood and disciple to the Guhua Clan, Xingqiu has been reading books of the heroic adventures of an elusive adepti, [Y/N] ever since he was a little boy.

Now a bit older, he sets everything aside in a journey to meet you.

(A/N): I planned to put it all in one post but like it wouldn't fit. Part 2 link below.

"How long will you stay with me?"

"Forever."

Liar.

It was midnight. All of liyue was quiet and asleep except for a certain room where you could here the rustling sound of packing made by a young man eager to leave before dusk.

"Are you sure about this?" Chongyun asks, catching his breath after climbing his friend's window.

"Most definitely!" Xingqiu says excitedly as he picks out the books he would be bringing.

Chongyun furrows his eyebrows, "You don't even have a plan!"

"These books are my plan," The dark haired boy says in a wise tone.

"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"

Xingqiu chuckles in response.

Chongyun begins to rant again. "Where will you go? Where will you search? What will you eat? What if you get mugged?"

Xingqiu laughs harder, "My friend, I appreciate your concern but I assure you. Nothing you say will change my mind. I will search all of Teyvat if I must."

"What if they don't exist? What if it's all fiction? Mere children's fairytales."

This makes Xingqiu stop in his tracks, contemplating the possibility for a few moments before coming to the conclusion, "They are real. I can feel it."

"And what of your family? Your brother?"

"I've left them a letter."

"What will they do with the letter? Teach it chivalry?" Chongyun says sarcastically.

Xingqiu does not bother to reply.

The exorcist sighs in defeat, "Xingqiu, if you don't come back alive, I will kill you."

"Then perhaps it's best if I don't come completely," He teases.

"Then I shall kill you right now and you won't get to leave at all."

The two friends bicker like this for a while until it is time for one's departure.

"Be careful, Xingqiu," Chongyun bids.

"I will. Make sure my family doesn't do anything rash while I'm gone."

The light haired boy rolls his eyes.

"Dear Chongyun, If in any case I don't come back, know that I've always appreciated your friendship."

And just like that, Xingqiu climbs out the window and disappears into the dark of night.

In the early afternoon, you sat peacefully, having tea with Cloud Retainer and Zhongli atop of Mt. Aozang. The breeze was nice and so was the view.

"It's a shame only we came to this tea party. It's been ages since we've gathered with the adeptus," The geo archon spoke.

"This is not a petty tea party. One has called a meeting to discuss the next move regarding a matter of great importance," Cloud Retainer retorted.

"And what might this matter be?" You ask while slouching on your seat, showing no interest.

"One has come to notice that ever since the incident of Osial's return and defeat, mortal's have come to One's domain asking for favors or offering goods much more times than One is comfortable with. The mortal, Aether has also-"

Cloud Retainer could not finish because the sound of your intentionally loud sigh interrupted her.

"Is the almighty Cloud Retainer scared of mortal affection and admiration?" You tease. Even Zhongli could not help but smile a bit.

Cloud Retainer threw you both a look that.. well you could only assume was a glare since she was in the shape of a bird after all.

The light-hearted argument continues until you here a soft grunting from a distance.

You all pause, listening as the voice becomes louder and louder and then, you see a hand grip the edge of the mountain, then another. A dark blue haired young man lifts himself up and throws himself onto the mountain surface, panting heavily.

"Oh.. Sweet.. sweet ground.," He says. You can almost hear him thank the Archons that he's made it this far.

"And what is your purpose of interrupting an important gathering?" Cloud Retainer's voice boomed.

Xingqiu blinked a bit before remembering why he was here in the first place. Quickly, he got up and bowed, still woozy from all the climbing. "I've been traveling for two days, seeking an adepti. I've heard that there's another adepti who lives here and I respectfully ask guidance in my journey," he says, still in a bowing position.

Zhongli recognizes him, "Xingqiu, are you not a little to far from Liyue Harbor?"

Xingqiu, in turn also recognizes the man but dares not question Zhongli's purpose. His only concern was finding you. "Please don't tell my family, Mister Zhongli."

You decide to entertain the mortal, "Well Xingqiu of Liyue Harbor, which adepti is it that you're looking for?"

Only then does he make eye contact with you, Xingqiu is taken in by your beauty. He stares a little too long before answering, "The heroic (Y/N)! The legendary adepti of great legends! They who saved thousands of lives and vanquished thousands more foes!" He says enthusiastically.

You are dumbfounded, never have you been sought after by a mortal for your heroic deeds. This was new. "And where do these legends come from?" You ask nervously.

"The books I've read! I've read every single one of the books that mention them."

Conveniently, you remember that time, thousands of years ago where you saved a family of writers who thanked you relentlessly and swore they'd write of your heroics.

While you are contemplating, Cloud Retainer speaks, "Look no further, mortal. The one you seek is here," She gestures to you.

You glare at her. "Is the mighty (Y/N) scared of mortal affection and admiration?" She mocks.

Xingqiu stares at you, trying to imprint this moment into his brain. "You... you weren't what I was expecting."

"And what were you expecting exactly?" You ask, offended.

"To be honest, I assumed you looked like a bird or fox! I was not expecting someone human and... beautiful." He says almost absent-mindedly.

Beautiful? As in attractive to a mortal's eyes? How dare he use such methods of flattery.

"How long will you stay with-"

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Zhongli and Cloud Retainer decide it was best for them to leave, they quietly dismiss themselves and leave you alone in this awkward situation.

The young man before you just stares at you with dazzled eyes.

"Now that you've found me, what do you plan?" You finally question.

Xingqiu stops for a moment. He didn't really think this far and didn't expect to find you so soon.

"I want to be your friend," Xingqiu blurts out.

You are again, taken aback by his straight-forwardness.

This was unnecessary. A mortal of such fleeting lifespan. How would this benefit you? This wouldn't benefit him either; you think to yourself. This is nothing but mortal entertainment. You had no interest in entertaining a mortal at your expense.

"I have no need for mortal company," You say firmly, all your nervousness replaced with a cold gaze.

"Please? I've dreamt of meeting you my whole life-"

"And now you have. Go."

"I swear to the Seven Archons I shall serve you well-"

"No!" This time, you raise your voice. "Go home," and with that, you vanish into thin air.

Xingqiu is sad and dejected, even on verge of tears but he does his best to keep it together. "Very well," He quietly whispers.

Xingqiu, climbing down the mountain is several feet away from the ground when his mind wonders back to you and the harsh rejection. "Well it's not like an adepti to mortal friendship is common anyway. At least I got to meet them," He says, trying to look on the bright side. He assures himself that he will return.

Tears start bluring his vision and he takes a wrong step, causing him to plummet down and make a loud thump sound.

He groans in pain. For the most part, he was unharmed except for his right hand which was twisted in a weird position.

"Drat! Xingqiu, how pathetic can you be? You fall and just had to break your right arm, you're sword hand!" He scolds himself.

The good part of this was that it was nightfall now, if he was lucky, all the hilichurls around the area would be asleep and he could avoid combat.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans as he sees a hydro abyss mage that he could have sworn was not there before. And the abyss mage sees him.

Xingqiu curses and tries to make a run for it, but as he was still limping from the fall, the mage catches up to him and teleports in front of him. Xingqiu stumbles backwards. In a desperate attempt, he shouts your name. But the abyss mage wasn't going to wait for you to show up. The young man suddenly feels himself getting drowned. So was this it? Rejected by a childhood dream, almost fell to his death and was currently being drowned? What a weird day. What a sad way to die. It's almost poetic. Xingqiu was slowly beginning to lose consciousness, coming to terms with this tragic death when he felt the bubble burst, quite literally.

He fell to the ground, the last thing he saw was the vanishing particles of a defeated abyss mage and what appeared to be a silhouette of a person- Xingqiu was saved!... and falling unconscious.

After you rescued him, you hurriedly brought him to Wangshu Inn, blurting out to Verr Goldet that you almost let a mortal die.

You paced back and fourth at the terrace. While the vigilant yaksha, Xiao watches you with annoyance.

"What if he dies?" You ask frantically.

"You dressed his wounds quiet well. He won't die unless someone comes in and murders him," Xiao says as if trying to be comforting.

Xingqiu awakens from his slumber, body still aching. A cast of bandages was made in order to support his broken arm.

The door slowly opens, you walk in with some hot soup and set it on the bedside table. It didn't take him long to realize that you were the one who saved him.

"You're awake," You state the obvious but almost sigh in relief. "Despite the attack, you managed to go almost unscathed.. except for well, your broken arm."

"Thank you... You really are my hero," Xingqiu says, once again beaming at you.

"Don't come back to Mt. Aozang,"

"Wait- what?" His face falls. And all the feelings of being rejected earlier come back.

"If...," You hesitantly start, "If you must see me, then I spend one night a week at the statue of Pervases." This was a lie, of course. But you were willing to do as you said if that meant the mortal, Xingqiu would stop going through such dangerous measures in order to meet you.

As if like a switch, his bright smile returned almost instantly. "My liege, you won't regret this!"

"Drink your soup and meet me at the terrace when you're prepared to return for Liyue Harbor." You don't know why you say what you say next but it felt right, "and call me (Y/N)."

You shut the door behind yourself quickly, leaving Xingqiu alone in the room, euphoric.

"You should not get too close to mortals," Xiao warns once you reach the terrace.

"I will not."

"In the thousand that I've known you, never once have I seen you prepare soup for a mortal.. or immortal."

"That means nothing."

"And I suppose your made up visits to the statue of Pervases mean nothing as well?"

He had a point there."Don't eavesdrop on my conversations, Alatus."

He glares at the sudden mention of the name. "Their lives are fleeting, (Y/N). The peace at the end of their journey is just a thousand years of grief for us if we so choose to befriend them. I just warn you because I care for you," Xiao says before vanishing from your sight.

He was right. You knew that. Of all the adepti, Xiao knew you the most. He was there when the mortal part of you was taken away in exchange for eternal life, after all.

You loved once. But that did not end well.

"How long will you stay with me?"

"Forever."

Liar

Never again.

Shortly after Xiao's departure, Xingqiu arrives with that ever so charming smile.

Charming? Did you just think that? Right after promising yourself to solitude? Oh dear...

"I've prepared! Will we go on foot or will you fly us there? I must warn you I get motion sick-" He stops talking when he notices you taking steps toward him. You put a hand on his shoulder and Xingqiu's mind goes blank. Was this approval? Mutual admiration? Were you friends now?

"Close your eyes," You tell him.

To which he obeys without hesitation. He's read enough romance books to know where this is going. Xingqiu would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous but at the same time he was extremely excited. His train of thought is cut short when he feels a harsh gust of wind blow his way.

"You may open them now."

He does and to his surprise, the both of you are back at Liyue Harbor, specifically the bridge.

"We... teleported?" He asks, embarrassed of his thoughts just moments ago.

You nod. "This is as far as I'll go. Make it back to your residence carefully and get some rest."

"Can't you come with me?"

"No."

"I have a friend who-"

"No."

"We can grab some countryside delicacy-"

"No."

He sighs in defeat, "But I'll see you tomorrow night, right?"

"Perhaps."

Xingqiu, in a moment of elation and not thinking properly, abruptly takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

Realizing what he had done the dark haired boy glows red as apples and lets go as quick as he took hold of you. "W-well... good-bye then."

The boy leaves you dumbfounded once again.

Part 2

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angelsswirl · 4 years ago

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Vellichor

The One With Shit and The Fan

A.N. Yall are about to be very mad at me, but it must be read.

~•~

Oh and I know

And you know that we've been here before

I think I know how it should end

We got an audience calling us crazy

You feel like a white suburban mom.

The ones that hoot and howl over every little thing in preparation for company.

You feel like that, because that's exactly what you're doing right now.

Hooting and howling over every little thing in preparation for company.

"If you move a pillow to sit on the couch, what do you do with the pillow when you're done sitting on the couch? YOU PUT THE PILLOW BACK! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS?!"

You had finally managed to convince Jisoo to agree to a civilized dinner with Taylor's parents. It involved a lot of placating and a lot of sex.

So naturally, you had to make sure the house was spic and span, because you wouldn't be caught dead in a filthy home.

Luckily, your children had pulled their own weight and helped, you were now just doing the finishing touches, like putting throw pillows in their proper place and screwing the cap on the milk jug tighter.

You also made sure to keep an eye on Jisoo just in case she decided to booby trap the place. At this point you wouldnt put it pass her.

Ryland came bouncing into the kitchen excitedly, "What did you make for dinner tonight, mommy? You got my text about the Bae-Park's dietary restrictions right?"

Despite being the second oldest, Ryland still called you 'mommy' occasionally. Especially, when she was excited or wanted something.

"Yes. Suzy and Jackson are allergic to peanuts and Taylor won't eat anything with a face. We'll see how long that lasts because you're a carnivore like your mom. And I passed it along to Lia because she cooked." You fussed around the kitchen. Dusting and swatting at imaginary dust.

"But what if mama convinced Lia to poison Chaeyoung?!"

You rolled your eyes. Did your daughter really think her mother would do something like that? Or better question. Did she really think you would let her mother do something like that?

"Jisoo has been here all day and I have her phone. I talked with Lia about everyone's needs and she made something suitable for everyone. Everything is going to be okay. Calm down, baby."

Ryland pouted, "How do you know if Chaeyoung has any restrictions? I didn't text you about her."

"We dated, remember?"

"No. I wasn't there."

"...Everything is going to be okay. Now, get out of my kitchen and set the dining room table. You might have to bring some more chairs in from the garage."

Ryland nodded.

~•~

Jisoo stared at her wife with a partially unreadable expression on her face.

She had been tricked into this. Bribed, if you will. Maybe even conned.

Sure, she was more or less fine with Taylor dating her daughter, but she wasn't really fine with spending more than an hour in a room with one of the only other people on the planet who knows what her wife looks like naked.

Great.

Her wife looks great naked. And Park Chaeyoung knew that.

She was doing her best to hide her blatant jealousy and anger but Jisoo wasn't an oscar winning actress for a reason.

"Are you getting all primped up for me or for her?" It sort of just slipped out. You had been putting on makeup for the past hour and Jisoo couldn't help but wonder.

You had never rolled your eyes harder in your life, "I'm not about to start this with you."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Because you should know the answer by now."

"For me?"

You put the finishing touches on your dark tinted red lip. Smacking them dramatically, then placing the tube of lipstick back onto the vanity.

You turned toward Jisoo with a smirk, "Oh no. For me."

Jisoo could only watch you walk out the door and into the main living area of the house.

Jisoo would try to keep the snarkiness to a minimum. If only because she's sure if she doesn't she'll never get to see your great nakedness again.

~•~

Dinner, to everyone's surprise, isn't that awkward. Probably due to the fact that Taylor easily dominated the conversation, you're a bit preoccupied with fussing over Kaleb, and Jisoo has had a full glass of red wine.

"Tay tay! How did your parents react to you telling them Ryland was your mate? Did they throw a tantrum like mama did?" Peyton asked, her mischievous smile poorly hidden behind her glass of lemonade.

Sometimes, you think Peyton forgets she still lives with you unlike her older siblings and can most definitely still be grounded. You had to resort to your signature glare, but it did the trick as Peyton slumped into her chair, thoroughly frightened.

Taylor looked confused at the question. Peyton knew the answer. They're literally best friends. She was the first one she told.

"No. Mom just mumbled that it probably made sense and then I went to go play soccer."

Ryland smiled lovingly across the table at Taylor. Lia made a gagging sound.

You thanked whatever being was listening that Peyton's chaos energy hadn't prevailed. If you thought, Ryland was your demon child while you were pregnant with her, you surely hadn't seen anything yet.

"Okay, why don't all of you kids, go do whatever it is you do in the livingroom. Mom doesn't need you to see her scarf down an entire bottle of merlot in one gulp." You mumbled that last part under your breath.

Everyone but Lia left the table, happy to be excused.

You stared at her blankly.

"I'm 22."

You're not exactly sure why but your patience is wearing thin quickly.

"Did I ask how old you were?"

"No, ma'am. Excuse me." She bowed her head dramatically before grabbing Kaleb and scurrying from the table.

"Kids. So....interesting." Chaeyoung said in an attempt to break the silence.

"Yeah. I keep telling myself that my reward for not killing them are future grandchildren. Well, actually. I'm already terrified of whatever Peyton procreates."

Both Chaeyoung and Suzy laugh at your joke.

"So, how'd you two meet?" Jisoo asked inbetween sips of her wine. She wasn't even looking in Chaeyoung and Suzy's direction, if only because it was sort of hard to peer around you in their positions.

You tried to listen for answers, you really did, but your reasoning for the irritability comes to light. You're sweating and almost slumped over into Jisoo, but you somehow managed to keep yourself upright.

Jisoo and Chaeyoung's eyes snapped to you at the same time. And the last time you felt this much dread, was when you found out that Jisoo and Chaeyoung found out about each other.

It's almost like you see Chaeyoung's mouth move in slow motion. You will her not to say anything, just let you silently excuse yourself from the table and take your suppressants, but no. Things were never easy when it came to Chaeyoung and Jisoo.

Chaeyoung offhandedly mumbled "That's familiar." She doesn't really mean anything by it. You knew that, hell even Suzy knew that.

But you can see the glass in Jisoo's hand start to shake.

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I didn't mean anything by it, Jisoo. I swear."

"Chu...let it go." You do your best to calm her down with a light touch to her thigh.

"It's no big deal. It was stupid I shouldn't have said it."

"You fucking my wife isn't a big deal?"

"Jisoo! What the hell?" You stared at your alpha who seemed to be looking right through you to Chaeyoung. The pent up anger in her eyes was quite astonishing.

"What's your problem, Jisoo? It's been years and the only one who still fucking cares is you." Chaeyoung said with a shake of her head.

"My problem is you."

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, "I'm married with two beautiful kids. I don't want y/n and she doesn't want me. Grow up."

Chaeyoung gathered her belongings and gestured for her wife to follow her. Suzy did so reluctantly, she shot a glance of sympathy toward you but otherwise didn't say anything.

The family left, two confused children in tow.

You swallowed harshly, it was surprisingly easy to fight off your heat instincts considering you wanted very little to do with the person that's supposed to help you through that.

"Well. Congratulations."

Jisoo's brows furrowed, not in the least bit surprised when you dont elaborate.

You got up from the table without a word. You headed to the livingroom and poked your head in, "Peyton, do you mind cleaning up the table. You don't have to do the dishes, just put them in the sink. Thank you." Abigail and Ryland stared after you.

Peyton set about doing the task without any fan fare.

You then hurried into your bedroom. Wiping at your eyes and your makeup.

You knew Jisoo had followed you. Probably wanting an explanation about what you said.

"Why can't you just let it go? It's been twenty years. You said you were over it, but every time you're even slightly reminded you blow up. You know how sorry I am but it feels like I'm still being punished."

"You slept with her. You're mine and you slept with her." Jisoo looked at you like she didn't understand how you didn't get that.

"I'm yours now. I wasn't back then. Even if you imprinted on me I wasn't your mate. I wasn't even your girlfriend. I didn't cheat on you. Why does everything I did have to be some slight against you?"

Jisoo huffed, "You knew I loved you. You led me on you made me think that it was only me. That you were only going to choose me."

"What did I ever say to make you think that? Was marrying you not enough? Is being your mate not enough? Those three beautiful babies not enough?"

"We have four kids."

"Oh, hop off it. You know that's not what I meant."

Jisoo doesn't say anything further. She only stares at some point passed your head.

"Am I not enough for you, Jisoo? Because I don't know what else I can give you. I gave you my life, my love, my womb. But it's still not enough for you. What else do you want from me?!" You tried not to raise your voice too much, but it was sort of a hard feat to accomplish around your tears.

"To go back in time and not sleep with her. To say she never meant anything to you."

"Oh. You want the impossible." You nodded slowly, not agreeing in the slightest. But you got it now.

"Say it."

"You know I can't."

"Say it, y/n."

"We told each other that we would never lie to each other, and I'll be damned if I start now."

"...Then tell me to leave."

"Jisoo."

"I need to go, but I can't do it unless you tell me to."

You choked on a sob, "Fine. Go. Just know, if you walk out of that front door everything that I have said tonight, will be proven right."

That got Jisoo to hesitate. To rethink breifly. But the alpha is telling her to go before she does something she really regrets. So, she leaves. And the pain that encompasses her heart is nothing like she had ever felt in her life.

You heard the door slam shut and with it, Peyton walked into the room. You pretend that you dont see the tears in each other's eyes, "Mommy?" Her omega is calling out to yours, probably more than she realized.

She's technically a pup and she needs comfort, so even though you felt like curling up into a ball and dying you give it to her.

She practically falls into your lap and she sniffled. Your and Jisoo's bond isn't broken by any means, but even the children can tell there's something not quite right.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that, baby girl."

"Are you two going to be okay? I've never seen mama that mad before."

And that question coming from her daughter seemed to hurt the most, "I hope so, Pey. I hope so."

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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(CLANDESTINE CHAPTER TWO)

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𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚

Rhythmically mellifluous waves of notes echoes after bouncing back from anile theatre's walls, the trill getting softer the more I firmly place my chin over the tail piece.

Eye lids slip shutting at the flurries of heart chasing the last cadences, pinky shivering as the middle and ring finger pushes the string down while the bow touches through the strings simultaneously producing the last chords.

Feels like a voyage over a baby leaf that's leading me through a pallid wind.

My chest heaving vigorously and lifting my jaw from the violin my head snapped in the direction of loud claps flowing. After a hectic performance the seats went empty and instead of going backstage I tried to play a melody for myself.

I was so lost finding my way through strings that didn't even noticed when Azi came. He's the owner of this old hideously beautiful theatre, his love for arts has this place still running without compliance knowing else it would have left baren just like the other popular theatres they shut years ago.

"Well done Harry, people seemed to love your performance last night and today." A smile quenching from my inners causing the bottom lip to tuck in between my teeth.

A feeling like no other spiralling around my ribcages, this's all I ever wanted.

"They were properly soused into your magic and we know what that means, shit loads of money." I remained quite putting my violin and bow aside while he spoke with a tobacco cigar rolled in between his lips.

I never wanted to play for money but nor do I've problem if we're getting it because half of the people in theater needs it. They deserve it.

It's not their fault they've to die in return of loving the devotedness that's gifted naturally.

Their talent and adroitness is the only thing keeping them in this world even though they've to remain veiled from the ordinary people.

Azi drags the stash of money on the table in my direction causing me to shake my head in refusal, "you know that I don't need this money. Save it for the renovation of theatre before we all get buried deep under it." He laughs lungs rumbling from his old age.

For God's sake the ceilings are about to cripple and chandelier might bonk my head one day.

"Or' maybe double pay our ballerina she was prepossesing last night." The twitch of his wrinkles at the corners of eyes smoothed down sadly and he sighed loudly piercing a hole in my stomach.

Anticipation wrapped around my head shoving me into the sea of worry where I'm finding it difficult to process, "what happened-" my words choking in my windpipes when he cuts me off revealing the horror information.

"She was abducted last night, her body was found shot near the suburb of where she lives." Everything's feeling claustrophobic around me and I keep on gawking him in astonished dread.

She was one hell of the great dancers, the only ballerina of our theatre. She didn't not deserved this; fuck it nobody does. I refuse to believe.

Fuck this government. Fuck this stupid world.

Gripping my hair from roots I looked him straight in the eyes, "Tell me if her family needs any help." Then the realization dawned upon me like a heavy dust she never had a family. This theatre, her skills were her only family.

"Harry my boy listen I know you'll take it as a hard toll but believe me we can't do anything for what has happened, go home have a rest you've a performance in the coming month." I was taken aback when he hugged me assuring me like a father would do, not utterly sure how to respond to interactions like these I raised my hands several times only to let them fall back.

Memories of her on tips dancing beautifully on the stage displaying infront of me as I stored my violin into case putting it aside.

We weren't close. But the few times we had exchange of words in the middle of lunch breaks and her full concentration on my foolish jokes was worth than any friendships I ever had; which I unfortunately never had.

Without even noticing the whispers let out of my chest, "I'll miss ya." Never thought you could yearn to have a single glimpse of people last time even though they were barely in your life.

I didn't changed into comfortable clothes letting the flashy suit stick to my skin, so the weigh of it will keep on making me realize that the world has no place for us.

A sacrifice for living praise.

The alley outside's pitch dark with the sun roguishly trying to dawn from the horizon.

Azi Theatre's situated at the most lifeless spot in the city possible, you've to walk through several hidden allies to reach there.

While, walking past the streets and avoiding to ruin my trousers by splashing my boots into puddle my brain havoced with unnecessary thoughts.

Thousand of faces with erastz beauty passing in mili seconds on these vast fulgurant billboards their mocks appearing like arrows to my already wounded guts; though it's all in my head it's still crawling under my skin.

A peek of cognisance from the day she made me ate her red velvet muffins dizzied around in my mind painting sorrow over me.

Even though I protested with my nonsical excuses she won ending up handing me one of her perfectly shaped muffin on my palm with a huge grin.

Just like that alot of people's smiles in my life petered out in the lost pocket of my mind.

In the littlest remembrance of her I made route to the small bakery situated two blocks away from the building I live in. The city's sleeping the only thing's shop's boards blinking and hazy bakeries showing through the thick fog.

It's open twenty four hours seven. The sky tweeked with ribbons of brume and the digital clock showed 5:00 sharp in the early dawn the large glass windows fogy from weather. The counter lady's wrapped into a comfy blanket trying not to fall asleep.

The bell chimed startling the cute old lady when I stepped inside passing by the wooden counter, "uhh..hi sorry to disturb. I'll look in myself." She nodded slumping back into her seat soon about to knock off.

Strolling in between the squeezy aisles my eyes roamed over empty refrigerators ceasing to the one at the far corner.

There in the transparent domed box are four cherry-red muffins attracting every dull view of bakery towards themselves. They're perfectly shaped and snow-flaked into red coconut shudders but failed to water my mouth.

I've no appetite to eat them. Her's used to be baked into undescribeable funny shapes but atleast I had a company while chomping them in one bite.

A reel of same memory binging and before it could permanently imprint in my brain I cleared my throat raising my pointy finger as a habit, "I'll have these!"

We said in a unison. Hold on. We? Am I that exhausted that I've started to hallucinate.

My head snapshoting towards the person from whom the feminine voice billowed in the dense warm air.

Resplendent. Florid and kaleidoscopic were the first words that striked my confused mind when my vision raked from the faux suede ankle boots richer in pigment than the red velvet muffins resting inside the refrigerator; then straight towards to meet their eyes.

Her gaze projecting warmth in this wimtertide and out of curiosity I met her eyes to recognize their colour.

Golden syrup. They're like the glassed honey pool that has squeezed the bee in the syrup lake as if it's greed for honey became it's trap, hazel speckles caged inside the rim of irises flickering with her slightest of eye movement.

We both keeps on looking at eachother the morning peace surrounding us too unsure how to break the spell.

She's wearing a cerise peach long trench wool coat a sweet rose enamel pin attached to where her heart is. Her nose and ears pink from the cold outside, but her lips plump from under the translucent violaceous bubble gum coloured gloss.

Burnette tresses of hair loose till her covered shoulders, the peach tealed beanie intact on her head.

The women standing infront of me is in abstract contrast to the pastels of the bakery and the luster of gray buildings out of these bakery walls.

The pastelish hues still prominent in her and crimson peaked up my neck at the fact that she caught me intriguing her by my peer.

Boldly her eyes remained fixated at my suit that's very exotic for strolling into a bakery. She might think so I'm a bellend idiot.

The cashier lady came to us yawning placing her hands on her hips done with two strangers just looking at eachother but she doesn't know that both of them are inquisitive of what the other is wearing this early where anybody's barely awake.

"We've the only box, decide it quick kiddos that who'll get it." The lady yawned for fiftieth time taking the box of muffins out of refrigerator.

"I came here first and I was the first one to ask." I frowned for an obvious reason and the lady was about to give me the box when a honeyed voice again melted in my ears.

Now I really wanna hear her talk for a long time, "but I pointed at it first!" She whines softly jutting her lower lip.

"But vocalisation matters the most." I quipped arching my brow at her and she glared me but her beatific personality radiating naturally from her is breaking the bitter demeanour she's trying to pull towards me.

"Kay. We can leave it upto the rock, paper and siscorss." She smirks mishveously raising her brows several times in a challenge.

Her tongue poking out from her glossy lips with her one leg straight and other bended perpendicular she placed her on foot over another balancing with only one leg like a flamingo.

The cute small lady groaned, "are you really gonna do this?" Our eyes widening and chuckles spiraling when we once again we said 'yep.' In unison.

She was ready to launch her hand in a paper and mine was stone so I quickly interrupted looking down at her legs, "why are you standin' like a swan?" Her eyes slitting into a squint and lips shrinking into a pout.

Tilting her chin towards me and standing in the same position as before just the difference now's that her hands are on her hips to convey the offend.

She ruched her lower lip inside her mouth to stop from giving a smile, so she's a buoyant person...

"Because maybe I am?" And she doesn't have simple answers to straight questions. Our fists still raised into air and the cashier lady hissed this time ready to throw hands.

"You kids are worse than my grandchildren!" She gasped comically at the words of short lady.

"That's very mean of you..." I'm clearly surprised that she isn't one bit influenced by lady's sharpness instead she's further engaging in a conversation that will result in the loss of time for all of us. "...and your daughter wouldn't be very happy to know."

"Kay. Back to where we left." She quickly turned her head towards me her complete concentration struck over me making my stomach go fluttery and funny.

"Uhm..yes- rock, paper, siscorss!" I never thought I'd play a game with some stranger who's looking so cozy and comfy in the early dew, for some muffins in the middle of empty bakery when I scarcely interact with people.

"Yes! I won." I punched the air when my siscorss cut her paper and her jaw went slack for a moment.

What the fuck you're doing Styles!?

Out of shyness and awkwardness I abruptly combed back my curls rubbing my hand down the nape of my neck not meeting her eyes.

The lady handed me the box with a boring expression while Hers stayed ticked to it, "anyway I don't even like red-velvet muffins." Yeah. Grapes are sour when fox can't get it.

She was about to walk away near to step out of shop. I want to call her but don't know her name; so out of sheer rampage I blurted out the only word that the department of my brain could manage at the time.

"Swan!" She halted in her tracks torso turning and with her chin atop of her shoulder she looked back at me smiling coyly.

"Yes. Sparkly?" She's probably calling me that because of my glittery black suit and I'm sure my ribcages did something at the name. Getting made fun of doesn't sound very good; but it is at the time.

Today's an odd day.

"Um..we can share if you want to?" Her grin etching to the corner of her lips and she jumped excitedly clasping her hands together,"Really!?"

A timid smile crawling over my features watching her get delighted at the littlest of fact. "Yes. There are two pair of muffins we both can have one pair if you like to?" I told her and she bobs her head while going towards the cash counter, patting the counter with a huge grin indicating me to put the box down.

"Your total's $8.25." We both payed half of the total price and I shoved my hands into my trouser's pockets scrutinizing my surrounding while the annoyed cashier lady packed two muffins separately for one of us.

And she rummaged through her wallet which has alot of ebullient key-chains hanging from it, who's this girl?

Why I've never seen her here before? and I've never seen a person this cheerful in the crowd of prosaic people of city.

The lady handed us our respective delights with a roll of eyes and I was the first one to take mine and quickly sprinted out of there, because I didn't know what else to do.

A whiff of pungent vanilla, mulberry pomegranate sprouting with cocoa made it's way in my nostrils when I passed beside her. Her fragrance's divergent.

You know a scent that addictively clouds your senses but it's so rare you never get to smell it again; but if out of nowhere you get to it brings back nostalgia for no reason, she smelled like that.

When I glanced back the two women were still watching my weirdness in amusement through the glass windows of bakery.

It appeared like her rose enamel pin winked at me from far.

Mick was tangled up into cassette tapes when I stepped inside my flat, the tiny bugger he is jumped atop me straddling me to the floor.

"You're lookin' like a disco ball. No need to be so proud." Instead he gave a long slicky lick to my cheek woofing at me.

He's being too cheeky but it wouldn't last long when I'll take him for a checkup. He fucking envy his doc. I'm already sensing sympathy seeking whining from him, happens every year.

Shaking my head I grunted skiding from underneath him but he's fast and climbed up in my lap while I struggled to open the box.

The minute red hilly muffins were infront of me it reminded me of honey the ooze of golden, treacle eyes. Her eyes.

Shit. It's getting hard to get rid of her delicate image that's playing like an aesthetic reel in the back of my mind.

I was jerked into reality when Mick lurched greedily eating the delcious muffin from my hand in one bite, leaving his slickness at the tip of my fingers. Before he could attack my muffin too I quickly grabbed it.

"Mick you wouldn't believe what happened today!?" I spoke in an animated voice scratching his sweet spot under his ear my mouth full of red coconut and he looked up at me with his sick puppy eyes.

"We wouldn't have been able to eat these if I wouldn't have won from...." I stuttered pondering over the fact that the nameless peachy coat girl's too stubborn and wouldn't leave my fuzzy thoughts alone, "...from swan."

Mick just barked at me going to his sleeping pillow and I practically rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms to bring myself to some consciousness from that bloody bakery fantasy.

When the proper morning hit I made myself breakfast and the longer I stared it the more it impeded my appetite.

With one hand offering Mick treats to deceive him into the idea that I'll take him to the park for a walk which instead will end up in a clinic's room and other hand diligent in searching word puzzles over the newspaper my jaw worked to chew the sandwich.

Throwing a sweater over my head and slipping into white washed jeans quickly I got ready to take Mick with me.

I had to scoop Mick up in my arms when he sprawled onto footpath of veterinary clinic the second he realized what was about to happen.

The kid leaning against the wall giggled loudly watching me practically drag my dog across the floor because he's too socially akward, fucking wow.

The waiting area's already full of pupils alongside their pets, someone stood up from the last bench and taking the advantage of opportunity I strided towards it sitting at it's edge.

Fifteen minutes passed since I've been caressing and comforting my scared bud, tucking his crown under my chin to make him at rest.

There's loud raucous noise when the elevator doors to the floor we're at opened wide gaining everyone's attention and when the person in tizzy strided inside the corridor I had to look at her twice.

What the fuck she's doing here? She never owned a pet and the one for whom she'll get this worried about.

Lyida's exactly same, her eyes bright as always and she has become more striking from when she was with me.

But she's not mine now, she never was.

She lurched over the receptionist with the box in her hand and distress of having to meet her eyes creeped inside me. The girl beside me threw daggers at me when I stood up hastily causing the whole bench to shake. I apologised for the disturbance.

My hands fumbled with the knob of nearest door right beside me and I had to shush Mick sternly when he kept on whining.

Heavy puff of breaths escaping my lungs when I stumbled inside some empty doctor's room shutting the door behind me, back meeting against the wooden plank of door, cold sweat breaking under the nape of my neck and I blinked several times taking in my surrounding.

I'm a weak son of a bitch.

It's fuckin' gruelling to be in her presence. It's hellish to meet her sympathetic gaze for me and I'm a bastard who's pathetic as hell.

I have to be away, I've to go right now. Trotting towards the large window panes I uncliped them stepping outside the shared balcony of room.

There's a drain pipe so I can climb it down to the ground and get the hell away from here.

Maybe, Mick was right it was a bad day and idea to come here.

Adjusting Mick inside my armpit I threw my one leg over the rail and then the second, my breath wavering as I gripped the rail tighter taking baby steps towards the plastic pipe.

The smack of air stinging my eyes while the cars are being parked infront of me at the parking lot.

A delucet voice clamoured from inside startling me to death and Mick barked lowly in reaction, "Whoops! Sorry to interrupt your suicidal mission." I turned my head steadily to see who's it even though I can comprehend the sherbet similarity.

Her voice has melted like a hot maroon stamp into my ears since the dawn hour and with the corner of my eyes I watched her leaning against the stretcher.

"But let me tell you Sparkly this height would cause you nothing but two broken ribs, one fractured thigh and you might loose your brain memory. No more than that." I gawked her appalled while she remained peacific arms folded infront of her chest, into different cardinal clothes now.

Again a replete splitness to what every other person's wearing outside.

Even though my intentions are nothing like that but saying this to someone who's about to take their life doesn't seem very pleasing.

I was about to speak something into my defence that she misinterpreted things but she cut me off popping her chewing gum and capturing the ropes of sticked bubble around her lips with her teeth.

Fuck.

A/n; Please lovies. Reblog it and gimme feedback alot of kisses!

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I Can't Help But Wait

Embry Call/OC/ mature rating

3- Revelations

Embry's POV -

She smiled up at me, cupping my jaw in her hand and brushing a thumb over my lower lip. My chest heaved in anticipation for the kiss that had yet to happen. Paul cleared his throat and smirked at me. "So...I take it you'll be needing a sick day then?"

I returned my attention to my beautiful imprint and nodded. She laughed when I fake coughed into her neck and murmured, "Yeah, I'm really sick. Better go without me."

Paul chuckled to himself and wheeled back out the door. I leaned over Nicolle, pressing her back against the couch as I hovered over her.

"Now where were we?"

I smiled down at her as I moved closer, our mouths mere inches apart. "Embry, wait," Nicolle sighed, pushing on my chest ever so lightly.

I pulled away from her, rocking back on my heels. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I reached over and pulled her across my lap, noticing there was blood seeping through her bandage.

"I'm okay, Embry," she smiled, smoothing her hands over my face. "But I was hoping I could take a shower? Maybe get cleaned up?"

"Sorry, honey. Doctor said no showers for 48 hours. But I'm sure I could help you with a sponge bath…" I replied, raising my eyebrows playfully.

"Yeah, right," she scoffed as she shoved me lightly and climbed out of my lap. "How about a sink and some soap then?"

I sat on the couch, watching her walk away from me. I could see the bottom edge of her panties peeking out from under the scrub top she wore. Nicolle spun around to catch me staring, rolled her eyes at me, and then proceeded to disappear down the hall. "Wait!" I called.

I caught up with her outside the bathroom, hooking my hand around her waist as I opened the door. "What about that kiss?" I reminded her, pressing my nose into her hair.

Nicolle stepped in front of the mirror and rolled her eyes at me. "How about you set me up with a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and a washcloth…" she ticked each thing off with a flick of her fingers and I couldn't help but smile over her shoulder. "And then we can talk about it."

I simply laughed and began digging around under the sink for the things she asked for.

"What's this?" I heard her say from above me.

I stood up to find Nicolle holding a prescription pill bottle and a pained look on her face. I pulled the bottle from her grasp and read the label to myself. Casey Waters.

I glanced up at Nicolle and sighed. "She lived here?" Nicolle groaned. "Does she still?"

I twisted the bottle around to show her the date. "This was from a year ago." I paused and tossed the bottle into the trash. "And no, she didn't live with me. She stayed here sometimes...that's all."

Nicolle sighed deeply and stared at the floor. "What am I doing here? You're clearly not over her," she whispered, her voice cracking from holding back tears.

I scoffed. "I'm not over her? Just because I didn't throw out a pill bottle. Come on, honey. You're doubting me over that?"

"And this," she paused to reach into the cabinet and pull out a hairbrush, hair ties, and a can of hairspray. "You don't wanna move on," she sighed with her arms full of Casey's belongings.

I pulled the hairspray from her grasp and held it up. "This is mine. You think I wake up with my hair looking this good?"

She smiled and laughed a small, sad laugh. "Embry, get serious."

I took everything from her arms and tossed it all into the trash. "This doesn't mean anything," I grumbled loudly.

Nicolle's eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open. "Just forget it. I don't even know what I'm doing here."

My heart sank as she escaped out the bathroom door and down the hallway. When I reached her in the living room, she was pulling up her jeans. I pushed her back onto the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of her. She stared at me, her mouth in a hard line. I could see how hard she was trying not to cry.

I held onto her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "Ask me anything you want about Casey. I'll tell you everything. Just please don't leave."

Nicolle swallowed thickly and nodded. She blinked up at me and then said, "How long were you with her?"

I hesitated, not really wanting to give this answer. "Four years."

Nicolle nodded and glanced away. "So...high school sweethearts? Wow. That's a long time."

I shrugged. "Yeah. I shouldn't have been with her that long. I knew it would make things too difficult when…"

"When?"

"When I finally found my imprint."

"Oh."

"She knew. She knew that this wouldn't be forever. That there was already someone chosen for me and when I found her, I couldn't stay with Casey anymore."

Nicolle sighed and pulled her hands from mine. "How long ago did you break up?

I shrugged. "It's...been months. I did it a few days after I met you."

She finally looked at me again, her eyes curious. "Why did you wait so long to talk to me?"

I shrugged and shoved my hand through my hair. "I was just so nervous. I wanted to go slow. I wanted you to know me first. I never meant for you to find out the way you did."

"And you're sure you're over her? I mean...there aren't any lingering feelings left?"

"Well...I want her to be happy. And I think she is. And I'm happy...with you. We both needed this break up so we could move on with our lives."

"You're sure?"

I smiled and nodded. "I'm very sure. And I know she's over me too."

"Really?" she scoffed. "How do you know?"

I chuckled a bit. "Well...she has a new boyfriend. And she's really happy."

"You're okay with that?" she gasped.

"Of course." I stood and pulled Nicolle up by her elbows. I lowered my hands to her waistband, raising her jeans up from her knees, fastening the button and zipping the zipper. I kept my eyes focused on her face. "I can take you home now if you still want to go."

Nicolle looked down at the floor and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

I lifted her chin and smiled brightly. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. I'm not the best at expressing how I feel. And none of this is happening the way I had planned, but -"

Nicolle cut off my ramblings by throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her cheek against mine. I responded by lifting her off the floor and hugging her fiercely. My heart was bursting. All I wanted was for her to accept me...accept us.

And maybe we were almost there.

…

A while later, I was lying on my bed. I had set Nicolle up in the bathroom with everything she needed to get cleaned up. I opened my eyes when I heard her feet patter on the floor.

"Embry?"

I gazed up at her as she stood shyly near the door. "Can you help me?" she asked shyly.

I jumped up and approached her. "What can I help you with?"

"Um...can you help me with my bandage?"

I saw she had the oversized bandage and tube of antibiotic cream in her hand. Her hair was wet and she had changed into one of my v-neck t-shirts and a pair of my boxer briefs. Her legs were bare and shiny and I could feel my heart fluttering at the sight of her. I led her over my bed, sitting her down on the edge. I sat on my desk chair across from her and carefully applied the ointment and bandage.

"Does it hurt?"

"No," she smiled. "Does it look red?"

I shook my head. "No, not at all."

"Good. I hope it's not gonna get infected."

I stared at her for a moment longer than what was probably appropriate. "Let's go."

"Go?" Nicolle echoed as I pulled her up from my bed and we moved toward the door. "Where are we going?"

I led her through the house, never letting go of her hand. "We're going to get something to eat."

"Hey," she protested, pulling her hand from mine.

I turned to find her scowling at me, arms crossed. "Did you forget something?"

I reached for my now charged phone from the coffee table and my keys, hanging near the door. I showed her what I had and shook my head. "Nope. I got everything. So let's go."

"No."

I stopped in my tracks and sighed deeply, wondering what I did to piss her off. "No?"

"You didn't ask me," she pouted.

"Ask you? Ask you what?"

"If I wanted to go with you," she laughed, her mouth quirking into a smile.

I threw my head back, laughing with her. I moved to stand right in front of her, lowering my head to maintain eye contact. "Nicolle, honey. Would you like to go get something to eat with me? I'd really love to have your company today."

She cast her gaze aside and whispered, "Well...I don't know."

I slid my hands around her waist and pressed my forehead to hers. When her eyes fluttered up to meet mine, I gave her my most endearing smile. "Please?"

She leaned back and looked me over. "You think you're cute, don't you?"

"Come on," I laughed, hooking my arm loosely around her waist and pulling to the door.

"I didn't say yes," she reminded me.

When I reached for the doorknob, she shoved me against the back of the door and held me there. "What the fuck?"

Nicolle pressed her hands against my chest and peered up at me. "I'm trying to get your attention."

I pulled her close to me, my lips hovering over hers. "You got it, honey."

I held my breath as her fingers tiptoed up my chest and grazed my cheeks. She held my face gently in her hands, let her eyes flutter closed and pressed the softest of kisses to my lips. In a moment, it was over and I nearly winced from the loss of contact when she backed away from me.

Desperately, I reached for her, forcing her up against me once more. She gasped and smiled up at me. "I want more," I pleaded as my gaze bore into hers. Never in my life had I wanted anything as much.

I watched Nicolle's face as her eyes darted back and forth. I could see the debate inside her, whether or not to take this any further. "Then take it," she sighed happily and melted into me.

I gripped the sides of her neck and angled my mouth over hers. The moment our mouths touched, I wanted more. I needed to taste her. Hesitantly, I touched her lips with the tip of my tongue as my hands slid down to grip her lower back. She opened her mouth to me, tangling her fingers in the hair behind my head. I let my tongue explore further, rubbing against hers in the most exquisite way. I fisted the back of her t-shirt, forcing myself not to pull it from her body. I had already had her under me once today and I just couldn't help wanting it again.

Nicolle broke off the kiss slowly. It's a good thing she did, because I definitely didn't have the willpower to do it. We pressed our foreheads together and panted. "That was really something," she sighed contentedly.

"The best kiss ever," I murmured as my head fell back against the door. "One more?"

Nicolle laughed and yanked on my hand. "You promised me food!"

I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist as we left my house and made our way to my Jeep. "Oh, so now you wanna go somewhere with me?" I teased.

Nicolle spun around in my arms and grinned up at me. "If you keep kissing me like that, we can go wherever you want."

"Promise?" I leaned over her as I pulled the passenger door open. She let her lips graze my cheek before hopping inside and waving me in to join her.

I couldn't stop smiling as I sauntered around to the driver's side. "Anywhere I want, huh?"

She leaned over and took my hand, intertwining our fingers. My heart felt so full as we continued to talk and tease each other.

And that's how things were between us. Things were so different with us than it had been with Casey. It wasn't easier. Every day was work. I had to convince Nicolle my feelings were real. But she felt the imprint bond too. I could tell every time I touched her.

We spent a lot of time together. I annoyed her with the way I hovered. We fought when it came time for her to return to work. I couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting her again, but Paul helped me realize that Nicolle needed to face her fears and be independent from me.

I hated it.

On the nights that Nicolle had to work, I waited for her in the bookstore, making sure she never had to close up by herself again. My possessiveness drove her insane but I couldn't help it. I always just wanted more.

I constantly asked her to move in with me. I never wanted to wake up and not see her face. It didn't matter that we hadn't had sex yet. I just loved falling asleep with her in my arms, her breath on my neck, her fingers fisting my shirt while she slept, and my nose buried in her hair.

The physical part of our relationship became an issue between us a month or so later.

"I'm a virgin, Embry!" Nicolle shouted as we kissed in the bathroom and I tried to get her to take a shower with me.

I back away slowly. "I'm sorry...I...didn't know."

Her face fell when I broke contact. I felt like an asshole for not knowing. We hadn't discussed it. She kissed like a pro and I guess I just assumed. I knew she was a bit younger than me, but we had discussed her ex-boyfriend and honestly, I didn't ask. I couldn't bear the thought of someone else touching her, so I pushed it out of my mind.

"You're disappointed?" she sighed.

"No!" I quickly corrected her, pulling her close and smoothing my hands down her back. "I'm happy about it, if you wanna know the truth."

She blinked away a few tears and peered up at me. "Why?"

"Because I can teach you everything you need to know," I mumbled against her lips before kissing her hard.

We took things slowly. Three more months passed and my packmates kept urging me to tell her my secret.

The deal breaker.

Everything seems good in life until you're faced with the prospect of telling the girl you love that you turn into a giant wolf at will. I'd been avoiding the subject. It wasn't easy. I had to go on patrol some nights and I was worried Nicolle would think I was off cheating.

My dilemma was settled the night I came back from patrol in my wolf form, slowly lopping toward my back yard under the cover of darkness. I shifted a few feet from the house, only to find my girl standing near the back door, taking the trash out.

She saw me. I stood there in front of her naked, with my shorts in hand. Fuck.

I chased her into the house when she ran from me. "Let me explain!" I hollered through my bedroom door when she locked herself inside.

"Go away! I don't even know you!" Nicolle cried.

This was worse than the day she got stabbed. I couldn't stand the thought of her rejecting me. Not after having her kisses to soothe me, feeling her fingers in my hair, her legs wrapped around me as we slept, and seeing her face after spending time apart.

I needed more of that. I needed her.

"Please talk to me!" I pleaded.

After an hour of begging, when she finally opened the bedroom door, I tried to keep my distance. I had already scared her and broken her trust by not telling her my secret.

I had to fix this.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here, honey." Maybe that wasn't the best opening line?

Part 1 of 2

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