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the-deep-fog · 3 years ago

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The moon and sun have lost themselves to obscurity, and Fog descends. The environment is as classic a superpowered showdown setting one can get while still playing hospitality to a meandering mist that prefers uncountably many corners to hide itself in. One villain, a radioactive rebel holding to life like a weed that takes in pesticides for dessert, scouts the area, freshly healed and eager for a bout of vengeance. Another, the spitefully surviving embodiment of Harlan Ellison’s worst fears, calmly scours the playing field with no end of possible ending gambits stored in its motherboard/mind. Fully beknownst to their individual selves, whispered wonders and warnings reach them from unseen mouths yawning in the mist, subtly and ever so maddeningly guiding them further within the misty maze. Until, they meet. “Oh, Haricot,” CD crows, “back so soon? Why couldn’t you have stayed in the ground to rot a little longer? Are you that eager for another easy loss?” “Far from it, Chess,” returns Haricot. “Surely you don’t think I’d simply waste my time while relieved of your presence for ever so short a while?” It scoffs. “I should hope so, or else this will be over far too quickly to even be fun.” Ey smirk and start to reply, but cut emself off as the air between the two collects, gathers, and confuses into the outline of a figure sitting cross-legged with its chin resting in its hands. “Why, hello you two, Fancy meeting you here.” Both let off annoyed sighs (the similarities stopping there). CD speaks up. “Ugh, can’t you ever take this seriously?” “Yeah, way to kill the vibe,” Haricot follows up. Their complaints are met with only a grin. Suddenly directly in their faces, Fog actually replies, “So. I bet you’re wondering why I’m here.” The villainous duo look bemused, in a conniving sort of way. Haricot speaks first. “Believe it or not, I do know why you’re here- and Chess, trust me when I say it’s not a pleasant reason for you.” Incredulous, Chess replies, “Excuse me, but it’s not like I don’t know their reason for being here, and though your reaction seems improper it’s not like it matters that you think you know the situation, when in fact you’re in for...” “I didn’t lie, you know. To either of you.” Fog’s everlasting grin shifts slightly to a smirk, and the two rivals come to a realization at the same time. “Oh, you slippery little- “I knew that promise was too good to be true!” Well aware that riling up two of the biggest supervillains round the block leaves them in dire straits, the formless figure untangles their stature, giving off the appearance of taking a fighting stance. “Now, now, I’m not going back on my word at all! I shall deal as much damage as I can, just as promised. It’s only up to you whether to take advantage of the situation as it concerns your adamant adversary, or, yknow. Direct your avenging attention elsewhere.” Haricot reaches for a thorny beanstalk as they rise from the earth in numbers. “If you get dealt with permanently through all this, that’s one less thing getting in the way of me taking down Chess for good.” CD, in tandem, tessellates a jagged aspect of the ground and nods. “The less you bug me, Fog, the easier I’ll have it claiming victory over Haricot as well.” Zer smile grows even further, accompanied by the emergence of eyes from countless nooks and crannies in The Fog one could not imagine. For just because nobody could possibly know how one misty menace might pose a tangible threat, inflict damage of a directly mortal kind, it could be true all the same.

...

“Why are you doing this?” shouts Haricot, steadily growing a host of shrubs to shield emself with. “You must have a motive, nobody ever does stuff like this without a motive.” The Fog laughs, gleeful as ever, a booming sound that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You think I have a motive? That I am driven by anything to do what I do? Such things are the creations of you individuals; I have never had use for them. I go, and I act, and if that’s too much for you to comprehend then...” Though irradiating to demolition an eye that can hardly be described as there at all is a daunting task, Haricot pulls it off with determined flair. “Yeah, but you’re clearly going after me and Chess with some specificity- why go through all that extra effort? I know we’re not easy targets.” Fog lunges from & through nothing, resting in midair directly in front of them and looking at them intensely- less in a means of observation and more as mere eye contact for the first time they can think of. “Oh, the questions I ask have you asking questions in turn, what a wonderful relationship we have!” Haricot takes a step back, trying to develop personal space in a place where space itself can hardly be relied on, much less personhood, while Fog holds almost violently still amid the malevolent maelstrom. “I ask you this because you ask me the very same. Never has my question been, ‘why do you do this?’ because never have you, the one in my domain, done something humans don’t, and never has your question of ‘why’ been something I-” The ground beneath Haricot’s feet, steady as carbon-14, dissolves into murky air. Fog is torn to shreds above em as ey hurtle an unfathomable distance downward, till a web of vines and sludgy wood dense enough to support em forms. Though unclimbable walls extend around them, and depths great enough to distort the definitions of up and down yawn in every other direction, Fog reemerges from around a corner that cannot be found with an unprecedented frenzy in xer eyes. “You fight for your life, to survive, and I know how-why that happens. I know it,” they speak, with enough force to shatter a barometer. “Survival and curiosity are what motivates a human, but you two aren’t human, you reject it entirely, and you’re driven by more than this basic, primal duality, the intrinsic and extrinsic.” Can it yet be called an invasion of personal space when one has lost any sense of their body’s own position in space, and the other never had one to begin with? “You’re like me, and everybody questions me, and I too question everyone, but, I never- Sticks and stones degrade at the rotting hand of nuclear fusion. Haricot Heretic fights on.

...

Chess offenses, enacting gambit after glitchy gambit. “Damn you,” it mutters, then speaks more loudly into the stormy still. “What’s your goal in all this? Where are you trying to take this?” A cackle, harsh and untraceable, answers it at first. “Now, why would you assume I care for the results of my actions? That I aspire to achieve anything at all, beyond what you bear witness and contribute to as we speak?” Every word from The Fog’s mouths slithers through the air without discretion, almost as though it cares more about being heard than having its words said. The sharpness is turned down, resolution diminished, and threat put aside in a display of defensive tactics (though, how a cloud could ever be sharp enough to threaten in the first place remains bewilderingly unclear). “Look, you say you’ll never be satisfied, that it doesn’t matter if results are insubstantial- I don’t buy that. But you must know how we fight well enough to tell this won’t end well for you, so why devise all this in the first place?” CD asks again. It’s greeted by a face, ferocious and fanged, thrusting from the warring pixelation and obscurity besieging them. “I am transparent, you devil. You’re right, this is all futile, and for you to be correct at all shows my failure beautifully. I know not where this capacity for failure and determination in spite of such came from, because if I did, if my years spent interrogating the human race turn out to now have a tangible point, a lesson for me to learn, then-” Something or nothing or another scrapes hard against Chess’ horns, toppling it backwards into freefall. The ground, or whatever is passing for it, meets it immediately; jagged, hungry, & inviting. Something, many of it, planar and sharp enough to cut, is propelled or flung from the floor at it as it tries to pick itself up again. “You ask me questions I cannot, rather than will & would not answer, and I give you information I would & will not rather than can not.” Hir words seep through the condensation, slithering forward from behind its back just as easily as toothy mouths stretch as far as it can see in front of it. “You’re asking me questions none other have asked me- it should be inevitable. So why do I ask you, is it because you are different from any I have met before, or because I am different than-” The hard line between ones and zeroes forces separation and relief from the unclarity oppressing itself unto it. Checkmate is sought for ever longer. Checkered Devil fights on.

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The fog is in no way noticed shifting, and yet Haricot & Chess find themselves in a clearing all the same. The two stand poised, not yet tired nor in peak form after all that has passed. Fog hangs in the air in front of them, not in form either. Sharp eyes, inhuman teeth, fill up space surrounding as they always have; a face, almost an outline, is arranged on Fog as it never has. It’s hesitant. Acting on impulse. Cowed and afraid. With all the cards in its hands. Ready to give up. Surely unstoppable. The target of infinite inquiries. Uncertain. “What do we have in common? Nothing of your motivation unites you with humanity- I am filled with questions, and that unites me with... them.” To Haricot and Chess, the sensation of eyes sliding their attention off them and onto another had never before been so very tangible. Nor had anything to do with Fog ever been tangible, though, only this far. “I know humanity when I see it- I don’t think these roles were meant to be reversed, okay?” they cut themself off, with their form almost seeming to be headed in a similar direction. Towards our villainous pair, a hand stretches forward. The wind picks up, drowning out sound & blurring vision, forcing the two to brace themselves; the only thing left clear in the maelstrom is a pair of eyes & a simple mouth- a face -and that hand, reaching, grasping, searching as far as it possibly can. “I am faced with the incomprehensible, filled to my limit with questions thanks to you two,” they yell, and scream, and whisper into the wind, “and it’s maddening. Every time i look at you two, it’s so, so, familiar it hurts

...

The sun rests comfortably in the sky. The moon, desaturated, finds a place above our villains’ heads as well. The Checkered Devil and Haricot Heretic stand, alone, on a simple grassy field. The air has cleared, only in a literal sense, and on the flat, clean, ground, rests a notebook, plain as can be.

...Does it get opened to the very first, or the very last page?

#writing #[that last sentence is indeed a prompt. an answer will be necessary]#hhvcd

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rebelbyrdie · 4 years ago

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SwanQueen Ficlet: Black and White Pt 2

More reasons for Emma to drool over Regina. Also Regina shows a different side to herself. It isn’t really edited because I typed it out at work. It’s just sort of an idea.

Snow was going to pout forever. Thank God Emma didn’t live with her anymore. She could not imagine putting up with her full time right now. She had said words that Emma had never imagined coming out of sweet Mary Margaret’s mouth. She had covered the kidlet’s ears. The White Court had lost the big tournament.

It had been close. Mulan had trashed everyone in the sword fighting event. She’d won easily. The archery stuff had gone differently, though. Merida Hill, the fire department’s chief, had easily beaten Snow and everyone else. So it had gone, neck and neck all day so jousting had become the big tie breaker. David and some other the other White Court men were all excited to compete. Even Henry had scampered off remarking that his Mom had promised to let him play at being a squire.

Emma had never seen jousting, except for watching A Knights Tale on cable. It looked painful. Snow had excitedly explained the whole thing to her. Leather and cushioned armor, padded lances, horses going slower than usual. It still looked hella dangerous. Emma was never going to let Henry do it. Even full-contact football was safer then this knight shit.

They had watched, Emma wincing, and Snow politely clapping, every time two knights crashed into each other.

David was doing good. He was knocking everyone down. Which, Emma had gathered, was winning.

Of course the other side was doing just as well. There was a rider in all black that was knocking just as many people over.

“I can’t believe Regina would let a teenager do that.” Ashley remarked. “I mean look how small they are. No way they’re a full knight.”

“Could be a woman. Regina had several female soldiers. Jill maybe.” Sean, who had been knocked out of the jousting tournament earlier, replied.”

The final match was between David and the small dark rider. When David hit the dirt, Snow had let out a shout so loud it hurt Emma’s ears. She hadn’t stopped bitching and whining to make sure David was okay.

They had all lined up down on the field for the “closing” ceremony. Archie was waiting with a big trophy.

The announcers, two of the supervisors from the cannery, came over the loud speaker.

“And here to accept the victory for the Black Court is His Royal Highness, Prince Henry.”

Henry, escorted by Zelena and Maleficent, came out to the middle of the field. He had changed clothes Well he had changed his whole image to match the Black Court’s over-the-top gothic image. He was wearing a black suit was a fur-lined black cape and a gold mini-crown (circlet? man-tiara?) with black gems in it. He looked older than his years and handsome, Like a real prince.

“Sorry Grandma, Grandpa. I sort of had double-duty today.”

“Wait.” Snow all but stamped her foot on the muddy grass. “Where’s Regina?”

Henry blinked, confused. “Right here, duh.”

The black knight, complete with a green and gold cloak thrown over their armor, stepped forward and took off their metal helmet and mask.

Emma almost had a heart attack.

Regina stood there, in armor. Her hair was sweat-soaked and plastered to her head. There was a scrape on her cheek and the vein on her forehead was prominant which told Emma that she had a headache. Despite, or maybe because, all of that Regina was beautiful. Like an Amazon Queen who had lead her people to victory and was about to take her spoils.

“I thought it would be more appropriate to let Henry accept the award.” Regina cocked a brow. “I am not photo or speech ready.”

Emma just stared, open mouthed. Regina. Regina who wore dresses and always had a perfect manicure. Regina who was the feme-est of femes. Regina, who snarled her nose up at everything not-fancy. She had just whipped countless dude’s asses with a pony and a big stick? Emma couldn’t comprehend it.

“You-” David cocked his head to the side. “You didn’t compete under your coat of arms though?” He sounded a little confused and a lot embarrassed. “Its not green.”

Regina shrugged a leather clad shoulder. “My father’s coat of arms.”

Archie held up a microphone. “I am pleased to announce the First Annual Black and White Tournament has been won by the Black Court.”

He handed the microphone to Henry. Henry grinned.

“Thank You. I want to give a round of applause to all of the competitors today. Black and White, we all represent Storybrooke.” He paused for a thunderous roar of applause.

“The proceeds from today and a matching donation will be given to the Black Court’s chosen project, the Storybrooke Youth Center. Thank you everybody for coming out and we hope to see you tonight at the ball.”

So here they were, at a way-over decorated ball room in City Hall. Emma had no idea what kind of magic Zelena, Maleficent and Regina had used but it had worked. She felt like she had walked into a scene from a movie.

THe whole town was going to ring in the new year with style. Not Emma’s style, though. She was way not her style. She was in a long white pageant gown with ruffles and tulle and more fluff then a dress should legally be able to have. She felt awkward and out of place.

Hook, dressed all in white (which she was sure Snow paid for) sidled up to her about nine o’clock. He already smelled like rum.

“You look beautiful, Luv.”

She wanted to puke. She should have scooped up Henry to be her escort before Regina had lured him to the dark side.

Speaking of Henry, her Kid was surrounded by teenage girls. His Price act and new edgy Black Court look was a hit.

She kind of wanted to ground him for treason or something.

“Care for a dance, Luv?”

He had his one hand in his pocket, like he was holding on to something.

Emma definitely did not want to dance, or anything else, with him.

“I’m sorry, Captain. As the victor, Emma is obligated to give the first dance to me.”

Emma turned around and felt her heart stutter and her brain flat-lined. Regina stood behind them. Gone was the sweaty knight of earlier. She was dressed to kill in an outfit that had to be from her Evil Queen days. She had a black corset top and leather pants that was covered, barely, by a long black jacket that was cropped in the front and flowed to the ground in the back. Her cleavage was partially covered (more like accentuated) by a big and fancy necklace that matched the crown on her head. The gold made her skin glow and the rubies were the same color as her lips.Her hair was long and curled into a complicated up do with even more jewels in it. She had to be wearing boots with a killer heel because she was almost the same height as Hook.

When Emma finally regained her senses, she let out a hoarse. “Yeah.” She pulled in a deep breath and hoped the oxygen helped her brain reboot. “Can’t say no to My Queen.”

Regina lead her to the dance floor with a chuckle.

Hook stood in place, eyes wide and furious. He knew better to fight Regina, though Not only did she have magic, half of her posse did too and exactly none of them liked Hook. Basically, Emma had thrown her lot in with the wrong team.

“Thanks.” She mumbled to Regina when they were far enough away. “It was either this or deck him.”

They started to twirl around in what Emma was almost sure was a waltz. Regina lead her confidently along and she followed as best she could.

“You do realize he has a ring box in his pocket. I believe the pirate was going to ask you to be his wedded wench.”

Emma bit back a groan. She had been afraid of that. “Frankly I’d rather go ten round against you with the ponies and the sticks. No padding.”

Regina laughed. A full on threw her head back laugh. It was better than the music, the best sound Emma could remember hearing in a long time. Regina so rarely laughed.

“Speaking of.” Emma continued as she fumbled through the dance. “How did you learn to do that? It doesn’t seem very queeny.”

Regina smiled. “My father. He went behind Mother’s back and taught me when I was a teenager. I had to do more than a few practice runs to re-teach myself a few things. It was not at all like riding a bike”

Emma literally could not imagine.

“So-” They turned and Emma could see Snow and Hook having a heated conversation on the other side of the room. Neither of them looked happy. She dropped her head to Regina’s shoulder for a moment.

“I think I’m defecting to the Black Squad next year. You and the Kid got cooler better clothes and nobody on your team is trying to set me up with an asshole. Between Hook and my mother I am never going to make it to midnight.”

She was totally done and over this whole Black and White bullshit.

Regina was so close, the dancing had slowed down and they were basically just swaying together now. Emma soaked in the moment, the intimacy of it all.

Regina’s skin was hot against her own. She smelled like apples, rain and honey. Her touch was electric and sent delicious. Regina was intoxicating. Like lines of cocaine on black velvet, intoxicating, addictive, an incredible high that could so easily turn into decadent and delirious destruction. If Emma let herself slip, if she took even the tiniest taste, if she gave in to temptation, she would be lost. She knew that she would never be able to stop. Would never want to.

Regina’s hands crawled up her back. Emma could feel her touch burning through the material of her dress.

“Em-ma.” Regina’s voice was like whiskey and starlight and it was whispered right into Emma’s ear.

She had seen so many sides and shades of Regina, so many moments had passed between them. This moment, with Regina’s arms wrapped around her, was her favorite.

“I would be honored to have you on my Court. Beside me, beside our son, Where you belong.”

Belong. Emma hadn’t felt like she belonged anywhere, ever. The very idea was ridiculous. Yet. Yet, she craved it. She never felt more like herself than she did when she was with Regina and Henry. They felt like home, like the living embodiment of Tallahassee.

“I-”

Emma lifted her head. She searched Regina’s eyes. She looked for sarcasm or spite but only saw love. Overwhelming amounts of love. She got lost in Regina’s beautiful eyes and the endless capacity of her heart.

“Regina.” Emma licked her suddenly dry lips. She had so much to say. To confess. She had never been good with words.She wasn’t even sure there were words for the emotions swirling inside of her. “My Queen.”

Regina’s eyes lit up at that. Like it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard. Based on Regina’s checkered past, it probably was.

Emma couldn’t wait anymore. She didn’t care where they were or who saw. She was tired of black and white, good and evil, fighting and drawing lines. They were in a fairytale town, at a fairytale ball and they were fairytale royalty. It was time for their Happily Ever After.

Emma leaned in and did the one thing she had been dying to do since the first time she’d seen Regina. She kissed her.

The floor tilted under Emma’s feet. Angels sang in her ears. Kissing Regina was better than drugs. Emma ran her hands through Regina’s hair and let it curl around her fingers. Regina held her close, her nails dug into Emma’s shoulder blades. It was perfect.

Claps and gasps invaded their little bubble of bliss.

Emma opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) and looked around. The room was bathed in golden light. THere were stars dancing across the ceiling and black and white pops of light, like fireworks.

There was no denying it now. The entire town had witnessed them share their first and apparently true loves kiss.

Regina rested her forehead against hers.

“You want to get out of here?”

As opposed to facing down the entire town and her crazy mother? Absolutely.

“Your place or mine?”

Regina’s smirk was the only answer Emma got as they disappeared in a swirl of smoke.

#fanficton #swan queen #dumb writing

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greenygreenland · 4 years ago

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Wannabe Chap. 10: Star Wars x Reader

-i'm working on so many different things (reboots of a bunch of old wattpad stories of mine and a bunch of one-shots on my tumblr, which is greenygreenland) -my wattpads are APH_Nordic_Greenland and reallygreenland if you're wondering (check them out please!)

'ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ɢᴏ? ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ...' -ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʀʏᴏᴋᴜᴏᴜꜱʜᴏᴋᴜ ꜱʜᴀᴋᴀɪ

(Y/n) had no problem fighting the troopers back in the detention block. She could go all day even with the splitting amount of headaches she seemed to get all the time. Fighting was simple, but putting up with her so-called 'saviours' was harder.

At this point, she'd pay a hundred credits to shut up Han-whatever-his-last-name-was and Luke-wannabe-skywalker telling the former to shut his freaking trap while Princess-I'm-So-Great tried to keep her Gucci boots out of the garbage water. (Y/n) wasn't sure what evoked such strong emotions within her, so she blamed it on being stuck in a literal dump.

"What an incredible smell you discovered! Let's get out of here." shouted Han. He raised his blaster at the door and Luke's eyes widened as he threw out a hand in a 'STOP!' motion. "No wait!"

Of course it was too late--everything always had to be. So the laser bounced off the door and ricocheted around the durasteel walls, going round and round until it hit some poor unsuspecting box in the corner of the cramped room. "Will you forget about it?" cried Luke. "I already tried it, it's magnetically sealed!"

(Y/n) ignited her lightsaber with a huff. "Excuse me, Chewie." He growled in reply and scooted away from the door. As the group argued behind her, (Y/n) stabbed her lightsaber into the thick durasteel. She guided it through the metal, every now and then pausing to rest her tired arms.

There was a weird shift in the Force. (Y/n) wanted to say it was her imagination, but gut feelings were signs too complex for the mind to fully comprehend, and it was then that she realised a terrifying fact.

They weren't alone.

"Put that thing away!" shouted the princess. "You're gonna get us killed!"

"Absolutely your Worship."

"Excuse me." said (Y/n)

"Look, I had everything under control till you led us down here!"

"Guys."

"You know, it's not gonna take 'em long to figure out what happened to us!"

(Y/n) adjusted her grip on her lightsaber with a sigh. "Guys! There's something..." A low growl erupted from one of the rubbish piles. "...alive in here." she finished. Han turned to her with a roll of his eyes. "That's your imagination, Space Wizard."

"No, I think (Y/n)'s right." countered Luke. He suddenly jolted in the air with a screech. "Something just moved past my leg!" (Y/n) shivered as Luke pointed to a slimy object swimming past him. "Look!" he cried. "Did you see that?!" (Y/n) gripped her saber so tightly that she thought she'd break it. Han, on the other hand, didn't seem to believe anything he was seeing. "What?!" he demanded. "I don't see it!" (Y/n) concluded that he was perhaps blind to the supernatural. Chewie let out a panicked growl and clawed at the door.

"Keep it busy so I can cut open this door!" shouted (Y/n). Her sweaty hands didn't help her cause as she held on to her saber for dear life. As each second passed with Luke, Han, and the princess screaming bloody murder, (Y/n) felt like she couldn't breathe--maybe because the walls had begun to move. Wait, move? (Y/n) spared a glance past her shoulder. "Where--where is it?"

"I think Han scared it." said Luke.

The walls creaked and wobbled eerily. (Y/n) realised it was not her imagination and that yes, the walls were going to squash them if she didn't slice open a hole to sweet safety.

(Y/n) didn't like that thought; nobody liked that thought.

They were going to die in piles of garbage on some base in the middle of who-knows-where all because (Y/n) couldn't slash through the five-inch thick durasteel door. "Come on, come on...." She stared at the half-moon she had created in the door. Almost there. Just a few seconds left.

"Can't you cut through the door faster?!" shouted Han. (Y/n) forced her lightsaber through the door with so much force that her knuckles turnt white. "I'm trying! I'm trying!"

"Don't just stand there yelling at her!" ordered Leia. "Try and brace the walls with something! We have to give her time!"

(Y/n) was sweating buckets. The walls were closing in on them and there wasn't enough time. Luke whipped out his comlink again in hopes of contacting someone, but hope seemed so far away. "I think we're going to die." whispered (Y/n).

"Don't say that!" shouted Luke. "3-PO? 3-PO! Come in! 3-PO?!"

Luke eventually gave up on contacting 3-PO and jumped over to help (Y/n) cut through the door. His warm hands over hers was a big help, but not enough.

"One thing's for sure," Han said, "we're all gonna be a lot thinner!"

(Y/n)'s lightsaber passed through the last of the durasteel, and with a firm Force push, the circle flew into the hall. (Y/n) deactivated her lightsaber. "Go, go, go!" She stood at the door as Luke, Chewie, Han, and the princess jumped through the hole. (Y/n) was the last to emerge, gasping for air that didn't smell like trash and nearly falling on her face with buckling knees. Luke and Han began removing their armour. Once Luke had finished, he sent (Y/n) a concerned look. "Are you okay? You're really pale."

(Y/n) adjusted her robes and Force-pushed the durasteel cut-out back into its place. Her knees buckled again, but before she collapsed, Luke caught her by the waist and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Leia rounded on everyone with fiery eyes. She motioned for everyone to follow her as she dusted off her dress. "I don't know who you are or where any of you came from, but from here on out, you listen to me." Everyone followed suit after her, mostly because they didn't have a choice. The princess sent Chewie a look of disgust as soon as he caught up to her. "Will someone get this walking carpet out of my way?" She brushed past him as Han and Luke exchanged glances of irritation. The latter whipped out his rod-like comm and held it to his lips.

"3-PO, do you copy?"

"Yes."

"Are you safe?"

"At the moment. We're in the main hanger across the ship." Luke nodded and said, "We're right above you, stand-by." The group paused at a large window overlooking the hanger. A large ship that could fit at least three or four Jedi starfighters stood smack in the middle of the hanger, where bright lights shone overhead as if to display the hunk of junk.

"You came in that thing?" questioned the princess. "You're braver than I thought."

She led the group down the hall and rounded a sharp corner. From the end of the hall, (Y/n) spotted a group of troopers. For some reason, at that exact time, they were incredibly perceptive, and whipped around to rain lasers down on the group.

"It's them! Blast 'em!"

(Y/n) raised a hand and Force-pushed the troopers into a hall to the left. She slammed her fist down on a control panel and shut the blast doors. Another group appeared and Han ran after them with Chewie by his side. "Get back to the ship!" he screeched. (Y/n) knitted her brows. "What about you? You both will die!" Han continued running down the hall like a raging bantha until he and Chewie were out of sight.

(Y/n) didn't know if that was brave or stupid.

Luke took Leia and (Y/n) by the arms, pulling them along the opposite direction of where Han ran. "Where are we going? Han went right, not left!" He came to a skidding stop at the edge of the hallway, where a bridge should have stood over a never ending abyss of black. Luke stumbled a bit, teetering towards the edge like a bowling ball out of control. (Y/n) seized Luke by the arm as he released the princess. With a firm pull, she hauled him back to safety. "I think we took the wrong turn." he innocently announced. (Y/n) sighed. "Ya think?"

There was a group of pounding footsteps behind, and before any could raise a single blaster, (Y/n) slammed her hand on a panel. The door slid shut with a firm click, but it didn't lock.

A frown bled onto (Y/n)'s lips. "Right." She whipped out her lightsaber and slashed at the panel until smoke and sparks flew into the air. "Now for this." She eyed the gaping abyss before her, hoping, and praying that no one would fall. It could have gone down for hundreds of yards for all she knew, so if she made any mistakes, it would be game over.

(Y/n) rubbed her hands together with a focused sigh. She closed her eyes and held out both hands.

"Watch out!" Luke was about to push (Y/n) out of the way, but she focused on the laser flying her way and deflected it back to the level above them. Although it missed the guy's head by centimetres, he wasn't so lucky because Luke and the Princess blasted the heck out of the troopers, rendering them either immobile, dead, or tumbling into the abyss below. They must have realised that they needed reinforcements, because they disappeared back the way they came.

"Princess." (Y/n) stated. She lifted her hands up as if she were moving through water, and with a gentle flick of her hands, levitated the princess to the other side. She landed safely and took cover in the threshold of the door. "Luke, you--" (Y/n) threw a hand to her head with a small yelp. A cold feeling settled into her stomach, and it reminded her so much of...

...of the Chancellor.

But this time? This time it hurt. It wasn't only a chilling, passing feel, but a pain in her very skull like a blast to her head.

"Is she okay?" shouted Leia from the other side.

Luke was saying something to (Y/n), but she couldn't hear him. There was an insistent ringing in her ears like static when her signal had been lost. She closed her eyes, and then the white and black hallways disappeared.

They morphed into a rounded room of black, where the only light giving way were the stars. A man stepped towards her that she should have recognised, but the presence just didn't sit right with her. He was clad in a black suit of sorts and had a helmet over his head. His breathing was like a child's laugh in a horror movie: unnerving, unnatural, and almost scary.

(Y/n) wanted to say she knew this man, yet she didn't. Where was the kind, loving face of Anakin Skywalker her best friend?

"So you live."

There were two hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders that sucked her out of the room and into reality. "Are you alright?" questioned Luke. "What happened? Are you hurt?" His voice was tender and sweet, but it offered (Y/n) no comfort.

"You know what? You've done enough saving for today." Luke said, throwing a hand into his stolen belt. He produced a grappling hook and threw it onto one of the beams high in the air. Luke gave the line a tug before wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist. A few troopers appeared, but Luke was quick to shoot them down.

"You ready?" he kindly questioned. (Y/n) weakly held onto his shoulders as he adjusted his grip on the line. "No." Luke heaved in a deep breath before bravely kicking off the bridge. "Neither was I!" he exclaimed. Much to his relieved surprise, the two landed safely on the other side. Leia took (Y/n) by the arm and helped her over as Luke pulled out his blaster.

They continued running through the halls, and even with both Leia and Luke hanging onto (Y/n)'s limp shoulders, she had trouble keeping up. All she was to them was dead weight, yet for some reason, they kept helping her along.

The group had to maneuver past troopers, through various halls, and past the extremely annoying mouse droids sweeping past. When the group came to the entrance of the docking bay, (Y/n) almost sighed in relief. Hiding in a corner were Chewie and Han, safe from harm and prying eyes.

"What kept you up? And what happened to you?" Han motioned to (Y/n) as Luke adjusted his grip around her shoulders. "We...ran into some bucketheads." (Y/n) weakly answered.

"Is the ship okay?" questioned Luke. Han shrugged a shoulder. "Seems okay, if we can get to it. I just hope the old man got the tractor beam down." (Y/n) was about to inquire about the tractor beam, but that sharp pain returned in her head tenfold with the presence of Anakin.

But that couldn't be, she scolded herself. He was on Coruscant, one of the many core planets far away from here. Maybe he was out with a search party this very moment, or maybe he was trying to contact her through all the jammed signals. Whatever presence she felt here couldn't be Anakin's.

It just wasn't possible.

A group of troopers raced right past the group as if they didn't exist. They continued into the hanger and where (Y/n) felt the presence. Luke and the princess surveyed the area before speed-walking as fast as physically possible towards the sad excuse for a ship.

Han and Chewie kept a look-out, either one at the end of the chain or top. (Y/n) was just at the ramp of the ship before her body went rigid again. Luke must have felt something too, because he faltered and turned to look at where the troopers had gathered.

(Y/n) had never been so confused in her life. Not when Shaak started training her, not when Anakin had first taught her how to pilot, and not when her men first taught her how to make 'good' jokes.

In a hallway only a few hundred yard away stood the man from (Y/n)'s vision along with Obi-wan. No, but that couldn't be right. Obi-wan wasn't an old man, and the guy in the black suit couldn't have been Anakin. They shouldn't be here, and neither should she.

The two looked to be locked in a battle to the death, and as much as (Y/n) tried to deny it, she felt scared. It was hard being confused for a good few hours, but this? Oh, it topped the nonexistant cake with the frosting, decor, and cherry on top.

"Ben?" called Luke. The old man paused for a moment, his bright eyes meeting Luke's before meeting (Y/n)'s. She let out a sort of strangled gasp in bewilderment. That...that was Master Obi-wan Kenobi!

The guy clad in black raised his saber high above his head. Everything after that happened too quickly for (Y/n) to process. Obi-wan disappeared just as the glowing blade connected with his hood, then Luke screamed, and (Y/n) screamed louder. The princess took the lead after that, yanking (Y/n) out of harms way and leading her towards the ship as Luke shot the troops in an anguished frenzy.

Just as (Y/n) made her way up the ramp, the man in black met her gaze, and the words fell from her lips before she could stop them.

"Ani?"

PART 11

#starwarstheclonewarsxreader #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars the clone wars

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mythykl · 5 years ago

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**That’s right. It’s time for Kakashi x reader Bitches

“Kakashi? Kakashi??” You couldn't comprehend why Rin had locked you in a dark room with hIMmm, and you held his hand the whole time, cuz’ ya 13yo ass was scared af. Once you guys were let out, you saw Rin and Obito fist bumping each other.

That's when obito blurts- "Being the ones to know how much you like Y/n, you should've seen this coming!"

"Baka! Shut up Obito, y/n doesn’t kn-" rin whispered

lmao. You're ass went speechless. Kakashi's hold tightened and he dragged you outside the academy.

before dating, he was pretty much a jerk to you, but it was through rin that you both get to know each other more personally,,, and still,, he continued to act like a jerk

well. once he took you outside, he decided to confess. His voice seemed shaky and he didn’t- couldn’t really speak out exactly what he wants,,

“Kakashi, quit beating round’ the bush.. And the way you’ve held my hand it’s hurt-”

In the mid sentence- he just,, pulled you into a hug,, and whispered how much he likes you and asked you out!

you guys ended up having a beautiful time on your trip/date, at naka river, and,, tho no one really mentions, you both start dating *an unspoken understandin i guess?* on ya second date you guys prolly went for treking! *well i’m imagining that you aren’t a ninja*

You were by far the only one to see his face w/o mask

By now you had gotten used to obito’s clingy ass. though kakashi rants too much about him, you know, he loves him. Rin helps you a lot with dating advices,, somehow

Minato sensei teased you kiddos,, a lot. “At your age, all i used to do was keep staring at kushina,” he joked once.

He was a huge chatter and a curious ass fella surprisingly, you’re boyfriend talked to you about most of the things he learnt in mission, every goddamn theory he had in his mind, his likings and dislikings, his interest in Dōjutsu etc. You could feel how lonely he used to be, cuz he felt no one would listen

you’d join him during his training at times, well that time you got to know that throwing a kunai isn’t as easy at it looks, your wrist hurt af

once kakashi had called you princess after kissing you in front of your friends, this commenced to everyone calling you by that name. especially Gai and obito

After obioto and eventually, rin’s death *ofc* you guys drifted apart; drastically. You couldn’t understand or help him through his immense remorse and regret while he would just,, either had a huge tantrum or not say anything at all. He said things like- it’s better to stay alone, and have no one to lose- while breaking up, which hurt you a lot. within a few months, you guys didn't even cross paths in konoha streets since he became heavily loaded with anbu missions

Now that it has been like,,, a really long time; one day you see the konoha’s infamous Naruto with his team at the door, with a huge flower bouquet.

“Please accept this!” The girl with pink hair squeals.

“It cost us our whole savings but Ino-kun did give us a good amount of discount after hearing these are for kakashi-sensei’s date dattebayo!” naruto,, practically screames.

“Hold your horses; that’s not how you greet people.” the,, uchiha? Yes. he concludes blandly.

Your heart skips a beat on hearing your long-time-no-see lover’s name. Knowing him, you highly doubt that he sent them but still you ask.

“No ma’am, but we-once- managed to sneak into his Icha Icha Paradise, he’d written your name.. In it.. So we found you. You are sensei’s date aren’t you!?” the girl with pink hair, yes sakura, almost whispers to you.

ah.

“Yeah. That was a hell of a long time ago,” you smile.

You let them in and offer some tea. You guys talk a lot and they were astonished?- yes, more than astonished that you’ve seen him w/o mask. Ah ok

Wow they had already done huge ass planning beforehand to make you both meet *not that you know*. As you take them downstairs to bid adieu, you see kakashi,, literally,, standing, in front of you’re door. Both of you equally shocked.

Kakashi and you start talking to each other. You apologize for not sticking around since you didn’t know how to help him let go of his pain while he apologizes for bein a jerk-? Ok.

You guys plan to hangout-, which is the most difficult part! You had to work in the morning hours while he had to stick with team 7 for missions by afternoon

you guys ended up deciding on crashing at each other’s places at night, and also,, sometimess early in the morning *???* it gets tougher for him with time to juggle from place to place, thus, getting late for his missions

You guys end up moving in together *it’s official* and he sleeps closest to the window. yes.

He’s very protective of you and kinda the jealous type, he’s afraid of losing you and is very open about expressing it. He doesn’t give you nicknames but often call you stuff as ‘my other half’ and refers you w -chan *just being sarcastic*

You are like a mum to team 7 and they love you, you get them lunch at times. Sakura often asks you for advice to get sasuke,, but udk what to say since sasuke.. Is just sasuke *he reminds you of 13yo kakashi*. But uk that there’s a special bond between them

kakashi doesn’t hate PDA, but he doesn’t like it either; you guys for long walks in the evenings, occasionally hold hands. Is it obvious to others? Don't know. Butt once you caught kurenai and asuma kissing.. Twas’ hella kyut

He would also rest his chin on you head a lot, and likes to intertwine his fingers with yours when you guys are alone

Hugs aren’t his thing but if you hug him, he’ll slowly hug you back and then all at once melt into you, Anddd he’s warm af

twice you caught him, just in underwear, slurping ramen in the middle of the night and you were like,, wait wut-

He loves ya massages and loves to cut vegetables,, for some reason,,

Big cuddle person in bed

You love trying different hairstyles on him anddd he looks dead ass hot in most of em. Let’s just agree,, he has a better taste in style than you tf

You guys usually opt for trips to neighbouring villages, hot spring trips, camping etc

Tho mysterious and sarcastic, he opens up to you whenever needed. Unlike in childhood, now you’re the one who talks a lot. He agrees to feel acknowledged for being himself whenever he’s with you and like a prodigy, sharingan bearing, functioning human, as people call him. His brain lets go of all his insecurities and PTSD for a while when he sees you happy because of him

He often loses track of time during his frequent visits to the memorial stone where Obito's name is engraved; you understand that he needs some alone time for this ritual and this, don’t tag along

Well now, even you've started reading icha icha series cuz’ of ya moron boyfriend, and you are hooked to it *since I basically imagine it to be the fifty shades of grey in naruto universe lol* you guys freakin end up trying shit from the book

“Baby, let’s be sexy,, together” he said once as he leaned againt the kitchen counter in the most sexy way.

“Sure senpai, why the book’s tactics won’t work?” he just laughed hysterically at the comeback.. And,, umm.. You get what happens

He likes braiding your hair, especially before sleep, he finds it relaxing

Whenever his ass displays a bored and unenthusiastic expression, you say, “go bald kakashi.” right. What a mature insult

He’s very calm and observant and knows what you are feeling- or even what you are thinking. I mean how-?

He asks you to make miso soup, with eggplant, a lot!

Your parents aren’t really sure of your relationship. Since he wears wut? a maskkKkk. And once Kakashi, still being as apathetic as he was during his youth, spoke bluntly about sensitive topics with them during a discussion

gai gifted you both matching Yukata on ya bday. that’s indeed beautiful and thoughtful of him.

well Your boyfriend sucks at selecting gifts.. He gets you things that can’t be used or idk.. ButTttt this man is too good at remembering dates

People wonder if he’s stern and serious, judging by his past and repo, but you tell them that he isn’t! Well, he has decided to move on, and now you know how to support him. He knows that you appreciate him for that, and this he listens to you.

you just found an engagement ring on you night stand with letter beside it. congrats hun *instant panic*

...

i hope you enjoyed ;))

i need to,,, stop imagining so much, it's a lot to type. i wish i had a gadget or something through which my imagination would get typed, systematically, on my pc. Btw i won’t be uploading much in September since i gotta study so. so don’t assume that i’m dead or don’t care anymore.

this one was requested by two peps, since my ass is new on tumblr i kinda fucked up and thus, my inbox got cleared or something. i’m still learning k

ya that’s it.. imma go and read my icha icha now ah huh

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western-writer · 5 years ago

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The Most Loyal Traitor

Fandom: Far Cry 5

Warnings: slight gore, blood, swearing, mentions of sex and suggestive speech

A/N I had no idea how to tag this so I just tagged it to the best of my ability.

Summary: (Y/n) was one of the most loyal fighters for the Resistance. That was until she was blamed for deaths that weren’t her fault. When the Resistance turned their backs on her, she did the only thing she could to survive.

The Junior Deputy rounds you like the wounded animal you are. One of Jess’s arrows sticks out of your leg as you sit against a tree. A hard boot connects to your face which lands you in the dirt. You laugh, pushing yourself off the ground to sit against the tree again.

“Did you think you could really get away?” Rook questions you.

You grin up at her, blood spilling from your nose and staining your teeth red. “Nah,” you mutter. “I like a good chase.”

“You think this is a game, traitor?” Jess barks at you. You chuckle at the nickname you’ve managed to coin over these past few months. “What’s so funny?”

“Ignorance,” you answer flatly. “You and the whole fuckin’ Resistance.”

Rook kicks you again, now staining her boot with your blood. “We’re not the ones that turned their back on the Resistance.”

“There you go again makin’ accusations without knowin’ the whole story. Seems like you Resistance fighters are real good at that,” you spit.

“The fuck are you goin’ on about?” Jess growls, stalking toward you.

“Does it really matter, Jess? Whatever I say won’t change anything and definitely won’t make the Resistance change how they feel about me.”

Rook comes and kneels on one knee next to you. She grabs your face, seemingly examining you and chuckles suddenly. “And here I thought lust was a sin,” she mocks you, turning to Jess. “Looks like Eli was right. She’s a little more than just Jacob’s favorite soldier.” Rook flicks what looks like to a hickey on your neck and gets back to her feet. “Does Joseph know? I can’t imagine what he’d do to you both if he knew.”

You roll your eyes. “If that’s your way of trying to scare me, you’re doin’ a horrible job.”

Rook shakes her head, twirling a knife in her hands dangerously. “Nah. I’d be a bit disappointed if that scared you, to be honest. See, the reason we tracked you all the way out here is because Jacob has really pissed the Resistance off. Why doesn’t really matter, but they left it up to us to try to get it through his thick skull that he won’t win. What better way to strike fear into the heart of a cold-blooded killer like Jacob than to mess with what he values most? Obviously, we can’t get to his brothers, or even Faith, easily. So you’re the next best thing-his little play toy.”

Suddenly, Jess grabs your left wrist and pins it to the tree you sit against. Rook walks over and places her boot close to the wound on your leg, creating agonizing pressure as she goes to work cutting your left pinky off. You scream, struggling against the two women, but are no match for the both of them. The sickening crack as Rook cuts between your top and middle knuckle makes you dizzy and seeing your severed finger in her hand only intensifies this feeling.

She presses the severed finger into the palm of your injured hand.

“You make sure Jacob understands that if he ever does anything like that again, we will find you and we will cut off all your fingers until he finally does understand. Got it?”

You nod slightly, glaring up at the deputy.

A small, satisfied smile graces her lips as she looks down at your bloody hand clutching your own finger.

“If you’re lucky, they may be able to reattach it.” She nudges your jaw with her fist and stands up. You watch as they leave you alone to bleed in the middle of the woods. You cut off some of your shirt and wrap it around your finger.

“Jake?” you say into your radio. “Jacob, I need some help here.”

No response.

“I’ll be honest with you,” the doctor says. “I don’t know if reattaching this will work. And if it does, it may not be for the better...” you wince as he moves the finger.

Jacob stands by, arms folded over his chest with a hard, blank glare on his face. Deputy Pratt stands by, unable to comprehend that Rook, the new deputy he had known, did this to someone. This was different. Very different.

“Leave it off,” you say, surprising the doctor a bit. “Statistically speaking, I’ll probably only get half the use out of it anyway. It’s not even vital to my hand.”

The doctor stares at you for a second. “Okay, if you insist. Let me fix it up so it won’t get infected. Jacob’s eyes focus on the bloody stub and he turns abruptly. He speaks into his radio, rather harshly from the looks of it, and you only realize what he’s saying when a few days later the deputy turns up in one of the cages.

Every time you see her in one of those cages you can’t help but laugh a little bit. It reminds you how easily Jacob could end everything for her.

“Well, well, well,” you say, walking up to her cage. “Seems you forgot how easy it is for Jacob to have you here.” You kneel in front of the cage. You’re vaguely aware of Pratt walking up behind you.

“If it isn’t the traitor in her natural habit, being Jacob’s little bitch.”

“I think that title is reserved for your colleague over there, don’t you?” you question, looking back at Pratt. Truth is, you actually get along with him quite well and you keep Jacob from injuring him too much. You just want to get under her skin, and from the look on her face, it worked.

“Traitorous bitch,” Rook spits at you, literally. A bit of saliva lands on your face and you wipe it away with your left hand. Her eyes lock onto your wrapped finger.

“You keep callin’ me that...” you start, wiping the spit on your jeans and making eye contact with her. “but have you ever had the intelligence to investigate why I’m a traitor for yourself? No? Didn’t think so...” You chuckle to yourself and pull up a chair. Leaning over, you stare at Rook. “See, at one point, I was one of the Resistance’s most loyal fighters. Even before you stumbled into the picture. I was always out there stickin’ it to the cult,” you laugh, gesturing with your arm. “I was so trusted that Mary May and Pastor Jerome would let me lead groups to go gather supplies and such.

Rook’s eyes stay focused on you.

“I warned them to not go after that stash. Told ‘em that it’s too suspicious, that it’s too out in the open for the Peggie’s to not be planning an ambush. Low and behold, they didn’t listen to me. One of ‘em hit a trip wire which caused smoke bombs to go off. Peggie’s shot ‘em up, bullet’s rippin’ holes through ‘em like Swiss Cheese. I didn’t even recognize the people I called my friends.”

“Why didn’t they kill you, too?”

“Ah, yeah, that... See, I never killed the Peggies if I didn’t have to. One of the people I spared was there and decided to spare me. Imagine this. Me, a little younger, stumbling back into Fall’s End covered in the blood of my friends, only for Mary May to scream at me for not being a better leader. I tried and tried to explain that I warned them and that they didn’t listen, but she, much like them, didn’t listen either. And then, she banished me. Kicked me out of the Resistance.”

You lean back in your chair and look up at the sky.

“I stumbled around from one Resistance post to another only to be threatened and sent away. I begged and begged for them to listen, but no one cared. Not even your beloved Dutch. I was thinking about just getting the hell outta town, but then you just had to start the fuckin’ reaping and I was stuck.” You lean forward, glaring into her cage. “I did the only thing I could do to survive.”

“You... joined the cult.”

You huff out a humorless laugh and lean back again. “I still remember the look on Joseph’s face when I limped my way into the church. I was...” you look back to the sky, your voice softening. “I was days away from death. I barely made it onto the church pew, even with John helping me.”

“I can’t believe it. The Resistance’s most loyal fighter comin’ in here,” Jacob said as John set you down on a church pew.

Joseph stepped down from the small stage-like area. “What brings you here?” he questioned.

“Survival,” you answered, only continuing on because of the confused look they gave you. “The Resistance kicked me out,” you continued weakly. “I figured I was dead anyway, so why not?”

Joseph looked at your fragile state. Your eyes were bloodshot, your skin was pale and sickly looking, you were thin-too thin. He knew just by the looks of you that you were telling the truth.

“You wish to join us?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Joseph gave you a small smile, walking over to you and gently pulling you to your feet. “You are safe, do not worry.”

“After I was nursed back to health and formally accepted into Eden’s Gate, I went to Jacob. And I guess you know what happened after that.” You shoot her a sly smirk as you lean back for the last time. “So yeah, call me a traitor all you want, but it wasn’t me that turned my back on the Resistance, it was the Resistance that turned their back on me.”

“And you just expect me to believe you? Why should I? Your whole story could be bullshit.”

“Believe me or don’t, I don’t really give a shit, especially because I’m on this side of the cage with Jacob in my corner. It’s the truth, though.” You stand and turn, seeing Pratt coming closer.

“It’s true, Rook...” he mutters meekly. He begins to talk more, but you walk away. Unsure of where to really go, you make your way up to Jacob’s office and are slightly surprised to not find him there. You sit down on his desk and clutch your finger, the pain still radiating through the severed digit.

“Still hurts?” Jacob says, entering the room silently. You head snaps up at him.

“My finger was cut off, Jacob. Of course, it still hurts.”

Jacob cocks an eyebrow at you.

“That came out harsher than I meant. Sorry,” you mutter, looking down at your hand. He walks over and forces you to look up at him before pressing a kiss to your lips. He starts off soft before gradually becoming rougher. He cups your face, deepening the kiss even more. “Wait, Jake, is now really a good time for this?” You look behind you to see that the sun is setting.

“Yup,” he answers, sucking on your neck. You groan, grabbing his bicep. Suddenly, he lifts you and walks you both to his bed. He drops you and gets on top of you as you both undress each other.

There you both lay, bodies naked under the sheets of the bed. Jacob’s arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder with your left arm on his bare chest. You stare at your hand, still unable to believe that your finger is gone. Jacob reaches up and grabs your hand, pulling it to his mouth to kiss the injured finger. You smile slightly and press kisses to the side of his neck.

“This is the first time you haven’t kicked me out of your bed right after...” you mumble.

“Maybe I’m goin’ soft,” he mumbles back.

“Don’t let anyone else hear you say that,” you tease him.

He sighs. “Never did I ever imagine us endin’ up like this when you stumbled into that church. I had my doubts about you, but you proved your loyalty.”

You laugh a little bit. “I’m the most loyal traitor.”

Jacob laughs, which takes you by surprise. Then he rolls over and kisses you once more. “Round two?”

#jacob seed #jacob seed x female reader #jacob seed x f!reader #Far Cry 5 #female deputy x female reader #f!deputy x f!reader #staci pratt #deputy rook

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 5 years ago

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Underlords

So I played Underlords and it’s interesting in that the way it’s meant to be played is garbage while its tutorial mode is interesting.

Basically the way the game works is you have units, and they cost money, and you buy ‘em and add ‘em to your roster. You’ve got a level bar that goes 1-10 enabling you to field that many units, and a reserve of 8. If you get 3 copies of one unit they compile into a 2-star version of the unit with better stats. And the units have Alliances, which are bonuses for having different units with the same symbol on ‘em. So if you have 3 Warriors all your Warriors have more armor, that kind of thing.

So you’re incentivized to buy a bunch of different units by the Alliance system, and to get a bunch of the same units because you really want to compile into those 2-star versions (and if you manage to get what would make a third 2-star you get a 3-star which is better still - but that requires getting 9 copies of one dude in a random roll of 5 units out of a roster of like 30+ dudes?) but you can’t hold more than your level + 8 total, so you have these tough decisions about whether to go hard on getting a unit to rank 3 - using up 4 precious spaces in your roster until you succeed (two rank 2s and two rank 1s), or having a big set of rank 2s but potentially not having room to buy enough to get anything to 3 but you are getting synergy bonuses but but but...

And this makes each round of purchasing a real puzzle, as you try to think through the value of what you’re looking at.

As you approach the endgame this can even gain another layer of strategy as you get to know your opponents’ strategies and might be able to modify your own to try and counter theirs (the most blatant being that demon hunter flat-out denies demons their racial bonus), though as you see in the paragraph above you’re already pretty heavily invested in your existing strat so new info almost never means you should pivot strategies (Imagine if low-level rock could lose to high-level scissors. You’re in the late game and you’ve realized the other guy has high-level scissors and you have high-level paper. Your choices are to lose as high-level paper or as low-level rock).

And all of this means...practically nothing, in the game as it’s designed to be played.

The core design of the game is pvp, and gives you 25 seconds to make each round of choices, from units to equipment to who to bench to where on the board to place your units. That’s not enough time to enjoy the puzzle. It’s not enough time for most players to even comprehend what’s going on.

With this shortage of time players are far more likely to rely on a tried-n-true meta, and they’re far more likely to pick up that meta from an online source instead of experimenting and thinking through the puzzle itself - that is, playing the game.

And unlike, say, DOTA 2, which certainly has a meta people study online, there’s very little beyond the preferred strats to go after in Underlords. In MOBAs, you can know the meta but still have to execute on the plan in real time. It’s a reflexes game.

Underlords is a puzzle game that limits your time to puzzle over it.

It has a solo mode, which allows you to spend your time thinking about each move, and that is fun! And then it has the game most people think of as “the game,” which is the multiplayer, and that is...not.

And it interests me that this timer is such a non-issue for me in Hearthstone but is so critical here. Perhaps it’s the difference in time (Hearthstone turns you have I think 45-90 seconds? Underlords it’s 25), but I think it’s almost as much just a matter of perception. The gameplay of Underlords is the staging of troops - the actual battles are automatic once the units are bought and placed. That process feels like a point where you should have enough time to think about it.

#underlords #review

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mikewilson13-blog · 7 years ago

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One of the Best/Worst Days of My Life

Howdy!

Got a little story for ya, Ags...

5 years ago today was one of the best and one of the worst days of my life...

May 15th, 2013 is a day that my family and I won’t soon forget.

A few days prior, I had returned to my hometown after finishing up my fourth year at Texas A&M University (Whoop!). I had just finished up finals following my 2nd year in the Professional Program for Accounting and had returned home to celebrate Mother’s Day and to hang for a few weeks before I started my summer IT Accounting internship.

Sometime later that evening, I had gone outside to play fetch with our dog, and decided to take off my highly coveted Aggie Ring and leave it in the house. I don’t typically wear my Aggie Ring around the house or while sleeping, so I didn’t bother to pick it back up upon returning inside the house.

The next morning, I woke up and while I was getting ready, began to search for my Aggie Ring...couldn’t find it :(

I quickly began to search the house, no luck.

That’s when the panic set in. I had lost (or at least misplaced) my Aggie Ring, for the first time. I was just starting to comprehend the financial implications of losing my Aggie Ring, when the sentimental implications hit me like a sack of bricks. My stomach sank...

For some context, I’m a third generation Aggie. My grandfather, Class of ‘47, and my parents, Class of 84′ and ‘87, instilled me with all the tools needed to be an Aggie from birth. I went to my first Aggie football game when I was six weeks old. I attended just about Aggie football home game (and a number of road games) from birth until I was in high school (when sports and extracurricular activities began to occupy my Saturdays). I grew up at Kyle Field and in College Station. All I’ve ever known and wanted to be was an Aggie. And yes, as you can imagine, my Aggie Ring means everything to me.

I earned my Aggie Ring on March 30th, 2012. It was one of the greatest days of my life as I had finally achieved a life-long and childhood dream. My grandpa was a huge influence on my childhood, and he taught me everything one needs to know about what it means to be an Aggie. Unfortunately, he passed away in 2004, and was at my Aggie Ring Day in spirit as my grandmother (a Red Raider, no less) presented me with my grandfather’s Aggie Ring, as I said, Class of 1947. It was a special moment and a special day for me. As you can imagine, my Aggie Ring means everything to me. But I digress...

For the next two days, my family, friends, and anybody else willing helped me relentlessly search for my Aggie Ring. I dug through the trash, searched the yard, every inch of the house, all throughout the laundry, and even checked the sink/drain...for TWO STRAIGHT DAYS...no luck.

May 15th, 2013 started out just like any other day. It was May in Texas, so it was sunny and hot. Perfect weather for one of my favorite pastimes...golf. Except for this day wasn’t just any other day...I was completely sick to my stomach. I had lost the most prized physical possession I had ever owned, and was close to giving up hope. I was trying to talk myself into accepting that I had lost it for good, and was preparing for having to replace it. This thought process made me even more sick...I couldn’t afford a new Aggie Ring at the time, and even if I could replace it, it just wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be MY Aggie Ring...it would be a replacement.

I treated my youngest brother to some lunch, and we headed out to the golf course just down the street from my parents house. We played pretty well, but all I could think about was my Aggie Ring. I had prayed the previous two nights that I would find it, and I told my little brother, “I would literally do ANYTHING to find it.” Be careful what you wish for...

Towards the end of the round, we got a phone call from my parents...apparently there were some bad storms to the West that were headed our way. We had heard the rumbling of thunder off in the distance as we were finishing up our round of golf, but didn’t think much of it. Thinking back on that day, I do remember the sky had a weird tinge or coloring, but didn’t think much of it at the time.

We returned home quickly, so as to avoid worrying my mother. It was about 8 PM, and we were about to go grab some dinner. As we were headed out the door, the phone rang...it was my aunt, “There’s a bad storm West of you guys that has already produced a tornado, and its heading right for you guys.”

Quickly, we returned to the house and turned on the news. Sure enough, there was a storm about 30 minutes west of us that had just produced an EF-4 tornado, and it was heading right for our neighborhood.

We all started to panic a bit. We went out on the front porch to survey the storm, and the conditions continued to deteriorate. After about 30 minutes or so, the storm started getting really bad. We lost power. The sky was a green-turquoise color, and the storm looked mean and nasty.

As we were standing on the front porch, the sky above us started to spin, and only moments later, the pressure in the atmosphere dropped and my mom told us all to get in the closet, immediately.

The five of us huddled in the closet. My youngest brother was probably only 11 years old at the time, so he was terrified and crying. My middle brother had been asleep at the time, so he was a bit groggy, and I could tell my parents were very uneasy. While we were in the closet, we could hear the wind begin to pickup outside. All of the sudden, it got eerily calm and then we heard it...by it, I mean a tornado. Anybody that has ever been close to enough to a tornado knows exactly what I mean...it shakes the ground, it shakes the walls, as most people describe it, it sounds like a freight train quickly approaching.

My dad, brother, and I begin to hold the door knob for fear that the door might blow open. And all at once, it happened. The freight train grew closer, it blew out all the windows of the house, you could hear debris hitting the wall and the blinds getting twisted and banging against the window frame, the sound of broken glass...and out of nowhere, it went dead silent. It lasted maybe 30 seconds, but it was pure, eerie silence. And then it all came back, the freight train, the debris flying, the glass...it sounded like a war zone outside. I half expected the rest of the house to be gone when we came out of the closet.

The entire time I was praying for the safety of my family, for the safety of my grandmother (who lived down the street), and for the safety of our neighbors. It was the longest 5-10 minutes of my life.

After the insanity stopped, we waited a few minutes to leave the closet, for fear of flying debris, hanging wires, etc. My dad was the first one out, and I was quickly behind him. We couldn’t believe what we saw...

The tornado had blown out all of the windows in our house, there were pictures frames and broken trinkets all over the house, exposed nails, pieces of wood and glass everywhere, mud slung all over the walls. As we made our way back towards my room, we noticed that the glass door to the shower in my bathroom had been ripped off and thrown up against the living room wall, my business casual clothes for my internship had been thrown out on the front lawn like rag dolls, soaked and ruined. There was mud all over my walls, and my trophies from my childhood were broken and scattered about the room.

That’s when we made it into my restroom...

The mirror had been cracked, all of the items on the counter had been strung about...the toilet paper roll was still attached to the holder, and had been strung out and wrapped around the bathroom lighting...it was dark, so we had to use the lighting on our phones, so I didn’t see it until my little brother point it out...but there it was, my Aggie Ring...sitting on the bathroom counter, perfectly untouched or unharmed, as if God himself had place it there.

I was ecstatic. I was still in shock from what I had just experienced, but I couldn’t have been happier, I had found my Aggie Ring, which I was absolutely sure I had lost.

Thank the Lord that nobody in our neighborhood was injured that day. He was most definitely watching over us that day. Call it God, call it Divine Intervention, call it whatever you’d like, something special happened that day.

Needless to say, I don’t often take my Aggie Ring off these days (I even wear it when I play golf), and when I do, I have a special place to put it so I never have to endure losing it again. Throughout this experience, I came to truly appreciate what my Aggie Ring means to me...I don’t know if its worth suffering through a tornado to find it, but to me, its irreplaceable (and apparently indestructible). The Aggie Ring is a special and prized possession, but it is the meaning behind the Aggie Ring that truly matters.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my story - I can’t believe it has been five years already, but my Aggie Ring is as special to me today as it has ever been.

Gig ‘Em and God Bless!

Michael R. Wilson, ‘13

#aggies #gig em #college #texas a&m #aggieringday

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theirstrangecircumstances · 8 years ago

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The Strange Circumstances of Raymundo Rose Pt. 2

As Rabbit Sweet began to protest, Midra reached across the table and grabbed the dragon chest. “Hold ‘em at our chest, right?” She said, popping open the top and picking up a glittering brown marble from inside.

Ray frowned at the unfair decision. “Hey, that leaves us with the fairy box!”

“Is that a problem,” Midra said with a low voice that shut him up instantly. So he looked to the other two for help.

Beautiful Rei stepped forward and slid the fairy chest towards them and opened it. “I don’t see the problem at all. We’ll all be saving the world together after all.” He picked up a pink marble and held it up to the sun, marveling at it.

“Don’t see a problem either,” Stupid Shane said as he picked up a yellow marble.

Ray stared at the remaining lavender marble with a furrowed brow. He didn’t want the fairy marble or spend any time looking at Shane’s stupid face than he had to. “I’m not doing this,” he said.

“Oh no, Ray.” Ray’s heart beat louder at the sound of his name coming from Rei’s saddened lips. But of course, it was only because it startled him so suddenly and no other reason. Rei held his pink marble clasped in his hands and met Ray’s eyes. “I was looking forward to being on the same team as you and save the world together!”

Oh. Oh no. No no no. Rei’s saddened face was like a sword to his heart. Ray wasn’t prepared for this and his face flushed and his voice cracked as he said, “W-well...I guess it’s fine. Us working together...yeah…”

He almost dropped his marble as he grabbed it. It was light, and incredibly smooth as he rubbed it with his fingers. It didn’t look like it moved at all when he rolled it in his palm. It was pretty, Ray had to admit.

In front of him, Rabbit Sweet thumped his foot against the dirt, a pensive look on his face. “I’ve never led fairies before. We’ve never switched before. Will this work?”

“In theory,” Rabbit Charming said. “In theory, it should be fine. We will all be fighting and training together so I don’t see the problem.”

The thumping stopped as Rabbit Sweet took a deep breath to say, “Yes. This is fine. So long as we have all the warriors together, that’s all that matters.” He waved at Ray, Rei, and Shane. “Go ahead. You may place the gem to your chest.”

Rabbit Charming nodded at the others to do the same, Frida with the red marble and the unnamed girl holding the blue one.

Ray gulped as he raised the marble to his chest. This was to save the world, according to two humanoid rabbits. This could be a trap, or a trick. Someone could dress up as a rabbit and mess with high school students. It could be a dream, or it was real. But despite the doubt, if it involved magic and they would be able to use it too, that would be incredible.

As soon as the marble touched his chest, it sunk straight in. His body felt light, and a fast wave of dry water washed through him, leaving him a bit disoriented. He blinked as he struggled to regain his balance and noticed something different about himself.

He turned to Rei and his breath stopped. Rei, so beautiful, inspected his newly gloved hands as he stood in the most magnificent dress. It was heavily decorated with ribbons and bows, the short rounded skirt like the petals of a water lily. And his slender legs were bare, feet covered by slippers. On his head sat a upturned delicate lily hat that Ray didn’t doubt could be real and alive.

Ray wanted to ask what happened but he couldn’t take his eyes away. It took Shane walking into his field of vision to break the spell. Shane, who also wore a dress that reminded Ray of a sunflower, fingered the loose ribbon that touched his cheek. And if their clothes suddenly transformed, that meant that Ray’s went through the same thing.

With clenched teeth, Ray looked down at himself. His dress was lavender, like the marble, and with a rose-shaped skirt. His thighs and shoulders were bare, long gloves and stockings covering the rest. Worst was the draft that managed to touch his legs as he realized, with dread, that even his underwear was different.

Ray cried out and attempted to pull his skirt lower. “What is this? Why are we in dresses?”

Rabbit Sweet tilted his head in confusion at the questions. “Why, because that is the formal clothing of the Fairy Warriors!”

A dress was hardly any kind of formal fighting clothing. Only in cartoons, and they definitely weren’t worn by men. Instead, guys who were caught up in magical fights got the sleek, powerful, imposing armor, tough yet light enough to attack in. Like the armor that the others got.

Across him, Midra snorted as she released a full, deep laugh as she inspected her armor, flexing her arm with a wild grin. Frida bent down and touched her toes to check the flexibility while the other girl tapped the horned helmet that shone so marvelously bright in the sun.

Ray stared at them, so miserable and bitter at what could have been his. Well, he did get to see Rei look so lovely. It was an image that Ray will burn in his mind—not burn, of course, just keep somewhere in the back of his head—but it was nearly canceled by the sight of Shane. Even in that dress, he still retained his stupid charm as he flipped his hair back, unperturbed by what he wore. That bastard.

“This wasn’t what I was imagining,” Rei said as he twirled, “but I think I can work with this. It might be difficult to fight though.”

As he said this, the girls suddenly rush over and surround him, blocking Ray’s sight. They oohed and ahhed, crying out, “That’s hella cute,” or, “I’d be straight for you,” or “It really fits you well.”

They did compliment Shane, something about his muscles or some such nonsense but when Midra turned to Ray, more out of obligation than anything, only said, “Mm-yeah. It’s okay.”

That was it for him. His face heated up as he pulled harder on the skirt. “This isn’t fair! I want to trade.”

“Nope. Sorry,” Midra said, waving her finger at him. “Can’t change what’s set in stone.”

“But I can’t fight in this!”

“It’ll work,” Shane said, to Ray’s dismay. Ray couldn’t comprehend how Shane would be okay with this getup. “If this is what Fairy Warriors wear, most attacks must be from afar.”

Rabbit Sweet nodded and cleared his throat to begin his explanation. “Fairy Warriors do tend to fight from a distance, but the clothing is tough enough to handle anything. Durable and long lasting, you’ll find that they do a great job of protecting you. Magically.”

“Yeah, protect the little that it covers,” Ray said.

“Enough muttering,” Rabbit Charming chimed in. “We must set up the entrance. Please give us a moment.”

They waved them away in perfect sync until Rabbit Sweet’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Oh! Almost forgot. If you want to change back, just think about it and it will happen. The gem will remain in your bodies so you children don’t lose them.” And with that, the Rabbit siblings turned tail, bent down, and began to dig furiously into the dirt with their hands.

Ray stared at them, unable to form any response. He didn’t want to wear this girly dress. Frowning, he peered downwards to discover that his regular clothes had replaced it. Thank goodness for that at least.

The others did the same and Ray was sad to see Rei change back. Certainly not sad because Ray thought Rei was breathtaking in the dress, but because...because...just because.

“Guess I'm eating out today.” Midra said to no one in particular. She pulled down the beanie on her long hair. “I’m gonna buy tacos down the street. Anyone want something?”

With no change and no appetite, Ray shook his head and stepped aside as she took orders. Unfortunately, he found himself standing too close to Shane. In fluid motions, Shane sent a quick text with one hand and then slipped the phone into his back pocket.

Once Midra left, Frida drifted away to make a call, and Rei made small talk with the girl whose name he had yet to find out. Now he was stuck with Shane who—just in time for Ray to peek at him—flipped his perfect hair back for no good reason. He hasn't even moved around in the past few minutes.

Even more unfortunate, Shane caught him glancing and met his gaze, waiting for Ray to start the conversation. Ray couldn't stand the prolonged silence and admitted defeat this once. “So. You’re actually okay with this?”

Shane leaned onto one foot with one hand on his hip—not at all suave. “I’ll wait for tonight. None of us know what we’re risking, or our own abilities, or the entire story. Once we have that, I’ll decide what I’ll do.”

“So you’re going along with it?”

“Yes.”

“But the dress…”

Shane turned to him again, head tilted in a careful consideration that made Ray fidget. “You looked good in it,” he said.

Ray flushed and stumbled through his words. “No! I meant on you!”

“It doesn’t look good on me?”

“Wha--no--I don’t know. That’s not what I was talking about.” Ray crossed his arms and tapped his finger. “This is all just so...weird.”

Shane shrugged though he said, “It is.”

His phone vibrated in his pocket, the perfect excuse to turn away. It was a message from his mom, asking where he was. “I’m going to be late…hanging out with friends…” Ray muttered as he typed out the message. Not ten seconds passed when she answered not to come home too late. Now that he thought about it, Ray had no idea how long they would be here. But there was no way everyone else would want to stay into the night.

Once he put his phone away, everyone save for Midra who was still getting food came together into a circle. To his horror, Rei was laughing at whatever Shane had finished saying. But nonetheless it was a lovely laugh.

Frida grinned at him once he entered the group and said, “Do all of us know each other already?”

Ray turned to the smaller girl before he caught himself. “No…” Ray said, slightly embarrassed for not asking earlier. “We haven’t met.”

With a grin, Frida motioned at each of them as she introduced them. “Ray, this is Isa from club. Isa, Ray. Think he did a project with Midra last year, right?”

Ray’s face went blank as he tried to recall that project. He’d completely forgotten that, since that was also the class Midra punched a guy and that overshadowed the rest of his memories. “Yeah…” he said. Then he wrinkled his brow as he processed the other information. “Club?”

Isa quickly averted her gaze as she fixed her glasses, then thought better of it and started to clean them.

“Yep,” Frida went ahead without paying Isa any mind. “The three of us are part of the NHR club on campus. The Non-Het Romance Club. It’s only us though.”

That was a trigger for Shane since he suddenly asked, “Do you only read books?”

Frida’s innocent grin morphed into a sly grin as she answered. “We enjoy all types of mediums. Not exclusive to the country either. With no age restrictions.”

“Is everyone here!” squeaked a voice, interrupting the conversation that Ray didn’t understand much of. They all looked down to where Rabbit Sweet stuck his head out of the hole. Rather than wait for an answer he started counting and finished with a deep frown. “Charming sister, one of yours is missing!”

His small body was shoved to the side as Rabbit Charming crawled up. “That is true. She’ll come.” She yawned, covering her wide mouth with her hand. “I can wait for her here while the rest of you go down.”

“Wait for her? We can’t start like this! We have to go look for her--”

“There’s no time!” That was the only warning Rabbit Charming gave before she shoved Rabbit Sweet down the hole.

Ray heard his fading cry as he slid down into the darkness. “We’re going in there?” he asked. It was impossible to dig a hole that large, that deep, in minutes.

Rabbit Charming climbed out and stood outside. “You sit, cross your arms, and slide. Not difficult to manage. Who will go in first?”

No one made a move to squat and enter the dubious rabbit hole.

“What’s down there?” Frida asked.

“The 2nd Layer,” Rabbit Charming said. “It is where we’ll practice and where we’ll fight. It is another layer to this plane.”

The explanation settled in the silence without really explaining much. It must have been their blank faces that prompted Rabbit Charming to add, “You will understand once you enter to the other side.”

Frida crouched down to peek inside as Rabbit Charming shuffled aside. With the sun sinking behind the taller buildings and trees, Ray guessed that the orange light didn’t give Frida much to look at. Ray stayed rather far back, content to stand on his toes to peek. That rabbit couldn’t possibly expect them to enter that hole. None of them were so ready to blindly throw themselves down a hole into a “2nd Layer,” right?

“I’ll go first!” Frida said as she sat, ready to slide right in.

“Hold on a minute!” Ray went up to her just as she was about to push off. “What if it’s dangerous?”

She thought about it for a minute only to come up with the most obvious answer. “The other rabbit went in and he’s fine.”

“Yes, because he’s probably from there!”

Watching her shrug her shoulders made him anxious. It was impossible she didn’t see any problems. But there was something else in her face. Ray could see it past her nonchalance. There was a spark in her eyes, a desire fueled by curiosity. Ray wasn’t enough to stop her.

Frida, however, noticed the change in his face and held off on throwing herself down the black pit. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. “If you’re so uncertain, I’ll go first while I’m on video chat, okay? I’ll go in armor too.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Her armor appeared in the blink of an eye and they exchanged info and set up the chat. Soon Ray stared at Frida’s face on the screen between his hands. Too late, a flurry of thoughts ran through his mind, like what he was supposed to do if something bad did happen. And if he saw her die on screen, he didn’t know what he could do to help save entering himself and dying with her.

But Frida pushed off and the screen went black. “Hey! What happened? Frida!”

The other three came up around him to look just as he heard a muffled voice speak back. It was Frida’s voice, but the sound of rushing wind didn’t let him hear her clearly. Then the wind ceased and it was all quiet. Ray brought the screen closer to his face, trying to see past the darkness. “Frida?”

“Hold on,” she said. “It’s hella dark in here.” There was more rustling, and a loud bang followed by Frida cursing. “Great, I gotta climb out of here. Give me a sec.”

Rei leaned in, his soft hair brushing against Ray’s cheek. “If she went down, and is climbing back up, wouldn’t she end up just a bit further up there?” Rei pointed at the area in front of the wall before them but Ray couldn’t focus, so intoxicated by Rei’s flowery scent. But of course, Ray didn’t think he smelled good at all. His nose was sensitive, was all.

The screen brightened with a soft blue glow. Frida appeared again but she wasn’t looking at the screen. “You guys have to see this. Everything is similar, but it’s all blue, and way more abstract.” She turned off to the side and grinned. “Why’re you all huddled up like that?”

Ray was sure that only his face was visible to her, yet she could tell what they were doing. “So it’s really the same then?”

“Come over here and look,” she challenged, wiggling her eyebrows at them. Then she cut off the call.

They all looked amongst themselves, still not entirely confident with following her lead. Rabbit Charming stepped in, scratching her head just behind her rabbit ears. “So you see, she is fine. Who will go in next?”

“I will,” Isa said as she made her way to the hole. Without warning and without waiting for anyone to say anything, she pushed off and was gone.

Ray was still not convinced, but he was curious. What did the 2nd Layer look like? Abstract and blue could mean a lot of things.

At his side, Shane hummed in thought, a sound that grated Ray’s ear. He took a step back so that he wouldn’t have to hear his annoying voice so close. “How about,” Shane said slowly, “we go in together?”

“Ha, no way,” Ray answered.

But his answer was premature and he regretted it with every fiber of his soul as the lovely voice of an angel said, “Really? It would’ve been fun if it was the three of us.” Rei gave him a precious smile and finished with, “I hope we see you on the other side.”

With a pained heart, Ray watched the two take their seat, Shane’s hands around Rei’s hips, and slip away beyond his reach. There was nothing worth living for in this world anymore.

With slumped shoulders and empty eyes, Ray gazed at the hole. “I think I’ll go home now.”

“What’re you talking about!”

An incredible force slammed into Ray. Midra’s arm came around his shoulder and locked him into place. Since she was shorter than him, she took him down a few inches so that his head was next to hers. “You aren’t quitting now, are ya?”

She could choke him if he said the wrong answer so he didn’t respond.

Midra lifted a plastic bag. “I didn’t buy all this to go to waste, ya know. Just ‘cus you lost your chance to go down with Rei doesn’t mean you just quit.”

Ray felt his face heat up and he couldn’t turn away to hide. “I-I don’t like him!”

“Never said ya did.” Rather than releasing him, Midra dragged Ray over to the hole. “This where everyone’s at?”

“Yes,” Rabbit Charming said. “You two are the last to go in.”

Midra shrugged with only her free shoulder as she replied with the obvious, “Better late than never.”

When she finally let him go, he nearly toppled over. He rubbed his shoulder while Midra passed the food over to Rabbit Charming to hold on to. A chill ran down his spine when she turned to him and clapped her hands. “So, you ready?”

Ray wouldn’t dare go against her, not after she demonstrated her strength. Yet, there was something that she needed to know and understand. It was something that not even Midra could get away with thinking. “J-Just so we’re clear, I don’t like Rei. He’s a guy and--”

“Yeah, okay. I get it. Are we going in or what?”

“Fine. Just, let me get ready.” Ray took his seat and stared at the endless darkness beyond his sneakers. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he could feel a cold draft come up, and hear an eerie whistle from inside. He flinched when Midra put her hands on his shoulders. “Ya know,” she said in a soft voice near his ear. “Gender shouldn’t be a reason not to like anyone. It hurts, ya know?” And with that, she shoved him down the rabbit hole.

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#tsc #magical boys #magical girls #original story #light novel #rose #action #fantasy #novel #ReixRayxShane #lgbtq

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