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Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)
You may want to go hunting anyway!
Seven Days
Seven Days: Monday-Thursday
Seven Days: Friday-Sunday
Japan 2015
Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although itâs low heat thereâs still some really cute mutual kisses.
Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii
Japan 2020
The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. Itâs truly great.
Cherry Magic Thailand
Thai 2024
A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, hereâs the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think thatâs because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.
I Feel You Linger in the Air
Thai 2023
IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasnât that sad but it wasnât good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the⌠erm⌠balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.
All about the ecstasy and the agony here.
Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de
Japan 2020
Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. Itâs beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.
Given
Japan 2021
Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasnât ground breaking, but it didnât disappoint either.
Make a Wish
Thai 2023
A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not-Ohm, but who tf cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (itâs not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent even if the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency. Definitely recommended.
2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3
Thai 2022
A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs prior, with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didnât care about any of the side couples. All that said, I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that except, I enjoyed it probably more than it deserved. Nostalgia & d**k, it's what's for dinner.
I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai
Japan 2022
This is a beautiful well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no). If you want something stylish, this is it.
Triage
Thai 2022
BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for the doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likable (or unlikable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.
HONORABLE MENTION
Great Men Academy
Thai 2019
Bodyswap involving unicorns turning a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.
Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.
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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.
It's it last in a series the rest of which are:
#Seven Days#Seven Days: Monday-Thursday#Seven Days: Friday-Sunday#japanese bl#bl recommended list#best bl list#great bl you may no know about#adapted from a manga#live action yaoi#Cherry Magic#30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii#Cherry Magic th#cherry magic thailand#I Feel You Linger in the Air#thia bl#Restart After Come Back Home#Risutato wa tadaima no ato de#given live action#given the series#make a wish#2 Moons The Ambassador#2 Moons 3#I Want to See Only You#Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai#triage#Great Men Academy
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Batman/Superman: World's Finest #27 - "Impossible II" (2024)
written by Mark Waid art by Dan Mora, Travis Mercer, & Tamra Bonvillain
#aquaman#firestorm#green arrow#metal men#DC#mr mxyzptlk#bat mite#arthur curry#ronnie raymond#oliver queen#wednesday spoilers#spoilers#comic spoilers
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Examples that show goalies are the best, part eighteen
1: A huge save deserves a huge celebration. (Mite Goalie)
2: Alex Lyon (34) and Sergei Bobrovsky (72) hugs.
3: Jack Campbell looking really confused about how that puck sliced through his glove.
4: You can mess with VĂtek VanÄÄek, if you donât mind getting the bitch slap.
5: (thanks to lemondropbois for showing me this lol) Hunter Miska does not appreciate the rink renovations.
6: Not technically ice hockey but this save was CRAZY! Ice 3 is awesome. (Eamon McAdam)
7: Kai Dawson(?) has combined two great sports. Hockey and motor racing!
8: Elvis MerzÄźikins raising the new generational goalie talent.
9: Jumping during a goalie hug is permitted, but not encouraged. (Jeremy Swayman (1) and Jakub Lauko (94))
10: Everyone loves a good goalie hug. This is a reminder to hug your goalies! (Goalies are: Malcolm Subban (47) and Craig Anderson (41))
{part 17}
>part 18<
{part 19}
#nhl#ice hockey#goalies are the best#goalies man#big marshmallow men#nhl hockey#i love goalies#gifs#ice hockey gifs#hockey goalies#hockey gifs#ice hockey goalies#nhl goalies#goalies are precious#gifset#Mite goalie#Alex Lyon#Sergei Bobrovsky#Jack Campbell#VĂtek VanÄÄek#Hunter Miska#Eamon McAdam#3 ice hockey#Kai Dawson#Elvis MerzÄźikins#Jeremy Swayman#Jakub Lauko#Malcolm Subban#Craig Anderson#part 18
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HYUGA WATARU
OKURA TAKATO
#BAM (BEAUTIFUL ASIAN MEN)#JAPANESE ACTORS#LEAD ACTORS IN JAPANESE BL SERIES#KIMI TO NARA KOI WO SHITE MITE MO#IF IT'S WITH YOU#RYUJI AND AMANE#BEAUTIFUL BOYS#BEAUTIFUL MEN#DAMN I ADORE THIS MINI SERIES#ONE MORE EPISODE LEFT#My GIFS#MYGIFSET#MY-GIF-EDIT#BL-BAM-BEYOND FAMILY OF BLOGS
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#mansplain pests to me more#yeah buddy my philo ive said three sentences about definitely has an agricultural pest and not the most obvious common and dreaded house...#...plant pest. that makes complete fucking sense. fucking idiot.#its almost like my plant is sick with that i said it was because ive been doing this for 5 years and i know spider mite damage when i fuc...#...king see it!!! its not a fucking broad mite you absolute nincompoop!!?!#GODDDDDUHHH#men#it SoUnDs Like YoU acTulaY haVe BRoaD mItes WhiCH iS reALy uNforTunaTe WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CHALLENGE WHAT I KNOW IS RIGHT?#YOU HAVENT EVEN SEEN THIS PLANT??#fucking moron#anyways my dean mcdowells got spider mites
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Spider jacket designer working on the new products.
#bowith spider-man short sleeve men t-shirt mens clothing#head of spider clothing#what do spider mite eggs look like on clothing#name of clothing brand with a spider
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*checks the notes*
Oh, this one's a banger, I see. Well, let's continue it then.
Part 1 here
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Shen Yuan inherits Shen Jiu's somewhat broken cultivation base. However, he's got different stressors, and the heart demons don't hit the same. So, surprise surprise, he's able to bring out some of Shen Jiu's cultivation in ways the OG couldn't.
For example, it takes a bit, but Shen Yuan learns the very delicate method of using qi to turn pages. Which, honestly, he didn't think was particularly impressive, but Luo Binghe recognizes it for the absolute skill it is.
Since Shen Yuan confessed to growing up in a world without qi or cultivation that he was aware of, he'd never felt qi before. Yet, within a few weeks of being in his world (after Luo Binghe carefully fed him until his hair stopped breaking off and his ribs stopped showing), he was doing the very delicate work of minute movements with qi.
Shen Yuan's also learning how to write with ink and qi, using the qi to move the brush around. His writing is...incredibly sloppy at first, but the more he practices, the better he gets. It's even legible now, and very slowly easing its way into being elegant!
Other movements, like catching water pitchers before they fall and carefully moving a cup to his mouth are a tad more difficult, especially the heavier the object is. Like muscles that haven't been moved in a while, he has to work to improve, and he throws himself wholeheartedly into it. Even if he's sweating from exertion, he keeps it up until he gives himself a migraine and has to be coddled for a while after.
That said, he can't move himself around. As in, Shen Yuan cannot use his qi to float quite yet. So, in theory, he should have an attendant to carry him around.
However, Luo Binghe is also loathe to let anyone else move him. So, of course, that means Shen Yuan spends almost all of his waking hours by the Demon Emperor's side.
At first, Luo Binghe barely let him leave the room, too anxious about losing his 'nice shizun' to someone else's machinations when they just started getting to know each other more (knowing each other in ways he never got to with many of his wives). And, well, he won't lie. He likes being the one A'Yuan relies on the most for his daily care, even if he does feel regret while using his blood mites to fend off his many little pains all over his body as he heals.
When some of the more vindictive wives see Shen Yuan as a threat to their position, they start trying to send little assassins in Luo Binghe's absence, but he's super safe in Binghe's quarters, able to wiggle around on his bed or fall on soft pillows if he manages to roll off the mattress and onto the floor. Every bit of food that enters his room is heavily regulated, and his walls are warded up to the nines.
After the first three wives face execution, the assassination attempts petter off. They reduce further once Luo Binghe starts carrying Shen Yuan around.
Shen Yuan's robes are made with full legs and arms in mind, so a good bit of them remain floppy and unfilled by any limbs. However, they fit his torso, what remains of his limbs, and his quite lovely face nicely. Moreover, Luo Binghe always carries Shen Yuan like he's precious despite the disability he forced on his body. When he has to set him down, it's always on a soft pillow seat...or his lap, as they get to know each other further.
After all, while Shen Yuan did think himself straight, he could admit that Luo Binghe was beyond the limitations of gender attraction. Of course Binghe was more handsome than anyone else in the world, even when he wasn't at his healthiest. As he grows healthier, it's like the man's practically glowing! How could he not be attracted to that, ha? He's only half blind!
As far as Luo Binghe being attracted to him though, well, that takes some time to convince him. After all, he doesn't see himself as very attractive.
For one, he's a man. But, well, Luo Binghe expressed that he didn't really mind men. It just so happened so many of those he encountered and married were women. Men weren't off the table. And, well...Binghe would know himself more than Shen Yuan would know him, right? Because, well, things are so different and events he never witnessed from the book happened, like finding the 'nice shizun' in the first place. So...perhaps a few other things are different than expected? And, well, congrats, men! They're also viable for Binghe! They can rejoice! He absolutely didn't feel a skip in his heartbeat at that realization!
For two, though, he's in the body of one of Binghe's main abusers. Him not being Shen Jiu wouldn't change that (because he's not Shen Jiu, he knows it...right? Those dreams were just memories to update him on the situation. He didn't do those terrible things to Binghe, and if he did, then, shit, he did deserve to awaken in this torn-up wreck of a body--). Surely he couldn't be attracted to him because of that.
However, when Binghe looks at him and says the way he carries himself is so different, he doesn't see his old shizun in him, that does make him feel a bit fluffy.
And, for three...uhm...ugh... There's supposed to be a third point, surely! They just... He's not a good match! Yes, that's it. He's not a good match for Luo Binghe. He's not particularly powerful, beautiful, or smart. In fact, he can be quite lazy and indecisive, just wanting to read books all day! Yes, he helps Luo Binghe with his work, but that's just a given to help Binghe when he asks for it!
Even if it kinda puts him on the spot sometimes!
"How do you think I should punish him, Shizun?"
The 'him' in question is a cultivator from one of the lingering sects, one who attempted to use the terrible, scalding venom of a Carapaced Scorpion Buffalo to kill one of Binghe's advisors or something of the sort. Shen Yuan hummed a little as he thought.
He was in the body of a cultivator, so surely one would expect him to request mercy for the person. But it's not like Shen Yuan knows who the guy is. Moreover, that poison could've ended up in one of the wives' drinks, or even Binghe's! Although he could heal from it, having a scalded throat for any period of time would be quite terrible.
"Well, he brought the Carapaced Scorpion Buffalo venom to poison someone's drink. Then, if we were to tie him with immortal binding cables, he would be able to experience what he almost forced on someone else, right? Ah, though, let's not cut off his cultivation completely. Though he'll heal slowly, he should be fine in the end."
Of course, Shen Yuan doesn't know the sort of image he makes, sitting on a smaller throne next to Luo Binghe's his seat less ornate but just as elegant and powerful as the Demon Emperor's. Although his limbs don't move, he's using his qi to move a fan and fan himself a tad stiltedly, but considering such oscillating movements are difficult for many cultivators, it's still a show of his increasing expertise.
Despite his clearly maimed form, he didn't hesitate to suggest it as a punishment, though Luo Binghe didn't tell him that the very person the cultivator was trying to poison had been him, presumably out of pity for his condition.
Luo Binghe grins from ear to ear.
"What a wonderful suggestion, Shizun. I think that's perfect."
I think, after a few more incidents and relying on A'Yuan's judgement for certain issues, receiving positive results, he decides to officially marry him. Which, yeah, that really shocked Shen Yuan...but...well.
He can't very well deny Binghe what he wants when he can reasonably give it, can he? Besides, if Binghe wants him despite everything...
Stop that, heart. Stop feeling so swollen with love and affection. His face is too thin for such emotions.
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I think I'll actually talk about the crowning ceremony if I continue this, cause, like, I am thinking about how fuckin enraged Yue Qingyuan would be upon hearing that Shen Jiu was being named Luo Binghe's empress. Because, surely he couldn't have agreed to that of his own free will.
Yes, it was about time for Cang Qiong Mountain Sect to be more adamant about retrieving Shen Qingqiu, isn't it? They had become stable enough now after the merging of the three realms. Although they suffered many casualties, getting him back would, at the very least, ease their anxieties over how he's being treated.
He has suffered enough. To be made into a fool as some ridiculous ploy to humiliate him... Enough is enough.
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Part 1 Part 2: here Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Part 11+: links on Part 10
AO3
#static writes#amputee sy au#bingqiu#luo bingge#original luo binghe#shen yuan#au post 2#svsss#bingyuan
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hiii Iâm prompting for danmei fanfic nightclub:) I would LOVE to request some binggeyuan comedy!âĄÂ
A bit more shenbros than i'd intended, oops. Oh well. Here you go, hope you enjoy!
âStop that,â Shen Jiu hissed, and Shen Yuan could *hear* the seething rage in his voice.
Shen Yuan looked up from the latest installment of Proud Immortal Demon Way (the angelic young woman turned out to be an actual angel, with superpowers, even though this completely undermined the previous chapter where she was a damsel in distress and needed to be saved). And then Shen Yuan experienced a moment of disorientation, because standing before him was Shen Jiu and⌠Luo Binghe?!
Shen Yuan blinked. But no, the most convincing and realistic Luo Binghe cosplayer that Shen Yuan had ever seen was still there clinging to Shen Jiuâs arm. Shen Jiu gave him a vicious shake, and this deterred the âLuo Bingheâ not at all.
âDoes Qi-ge know about this?â Shen Yuan said slowly, still fighting through his bewilderment.Â
âThis is a lunatic stalker who accosted me on the street,â Shen Jiu drawled. âIâm trying to decide if I should eat first or go to the police station right now.âÂ
Shen Jiu apparently decided he was hungry enough to eat first and sat, although he then picked up a fork and looked at it like he was thinking of stabbing the cosplayer in the eyeball.
Well, Shen Yuan knew how to deal with this. He placed a hand on Shen Jiuâs wrist. âGe,â Shen Yuan said calmly. âStay calm. You donât want to go to jail today, youâd miss the next episode of Thousand Autumns.â
Shen Jiu took a deep breath and released the fork.
âI do love your cosplay,â Shen Yuan said, turning to the other man. âLuo Binghe, right?â
Luo Binghe had been watching the siblings interact with wide eyes, but at Shen Yuanâs question he snapped to a more refined look. âThis emperor is not wearing âcosplayâ,â Luo Binghe said haughtily.
âYou know this man?â Shen Jiu said wearily. âShen Yuan, really, your taste in men is terrible.â
âI donât *have* a taste in men,â Shen Yuan snapped. âAnd anyway, Luo Binghe is a book character in Proud Immortal Demon Way.â âThat trashy webnovel you read? Ugh.â Shen Jiuâs disgust was palpable.
âOkay, the novel is trash, but the character Luo Binghe is amazing,â Shen Yuan slapped his hand on the table for emphasis. âHe was such a kind and earnest child in the beginning, and even though the world was against him and tried to stomp that out of him, he *still* goes around saving people and taking down villains because heâs a good person. And he is so cool, the way he uses his demonic powers to win battles and conquer! Like with his blood mites, he canââ
Shen Jiu glared. âYour taste. In men. Is terrible.â He said slowly, enunciating every word.
Shen Yuan felt a pressure on his arm, and looked to see that the Luo Binghe cosplayer had shifted from clutching Shen Jiuâs arm, to clutching his.
âShizun,â Luo Binghe purred. âFound you.â
âEh, Jiu-ge, what?â Shen Yuan stammered, wriggling. But Luo Bingheâs grip was like an iron vise, and Shen Yuan couldnât escape.
Shen Jiu sipped his water coolly. âBetter you than me,â he said, and snapped his fingers. âWaiter!â
#danmei fanfic nightclub#svsss#svsss fanfiction#luo bingge#shen yuan#bingyuan#shen jiu#shen brothers
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Once again, Zedaph finds himself outside the closed gates of the Deep Frost Citadel, tapping his feet with annoyance. Honestly, by now youâd think the stupid thing would understand Zedaph always gets his way, when it comes to Tango, but no, Tangoâs stupid base keeps trying to stop him.
âI told you, Iâm not here to negotiate, Iâm here to pick up my friend,â Zedaph says irritably. The gates of the base donât respond, and donât open. âI have a very important nap to be taking, Iâll have you know, and I will not be stopped by⌠by base chicanery!â
Thereâs a deep, rolling growl from somewhere in the bowls of the citadel. It sounds like ravagers.
âOh, donât you threaten me, you know Iâll run around and die in there all you want as soon as itâs ready. Not even afraid, am I? Youâve had your taste of the good old Zed flesh, but no sir, you arenât getting me today. The high-voltage wires were a good trick last time I came to bother Tango, I admit, but it wonât work again!â
Another rumbling growl. Zedaph huffs. It would certainly be nice if Decked Out spoke in human to him, so he wouldnât have to keep guessing. Even sheep would be betterâTango may have an affinity for beasts, but Zedaph only has an affinity if the beasts are also silly.
He makes an educated guess. âYes, yes, I know youâve âeaten himâ or whatever. Well Iâll have you know that Tangos have more nutritional value after watching me take a very important nap. And also dying. Its enriching. You like enriched Tangoâokay, okay, that wasnât the complaint, geez, you donât have to shout at me. At this rate Iâll just use my pickaxe to break through the door, and then what will you do, huh? Nothing. Youâll do nothing, because youâre a big stupid building in the ground, and Tango was my friend first.â
A rumble.
âHaha, yeah, take that. Weâve been friends for years. You might be his magnum opus, but youâve never made him sign a custom body pillow with your beautiful face on it, have you? That is the bond of men! No base can do anything about that.â
A louder rumble. Zedaph feels what he thinks is supposed to be fear and desire to wander into the depths and die or something silly like that. Zedaph isnât certain, because itâs not as important as Zedvancements. This is one of Zedaphâs special abilities: if itâs not as important as whatever heâs doing right now, heâs very good at ignoring it until it becomes important. So, like, the Citadel is trying to lure him to his death, but thatâs less important than taking a very deadly nap while Tango watches with horrified awe, so heâll just ignore it until later.
Works every time.
âListen, Iâll bring him back in one piece! Have I ever lied about that? I never do. He always comes right back to work, even when I do distract him, and heâs chipper again, right? I barely even disrupt things. Not that you could do anything if I did, of course, you hunk of stone and ice.â
Zedaph stares at the closed doors for a bit longer. He thinks this is about when anyone else would either die on the spot, or run away screaming, or maybe just come in and feed themselves to a ravager, but the thatâs because the other hermits very frequently donât have anything better to do than to get caught up in other peopleâs nonsense, in Zedâs experience.
Zedaph simply has so much nonsense of his own that he can out-stubborn even Tangoâs base. Like he said: a special talent.
Slowly, as though greatly reluctant, the gates open.
âThank you, geez! Was that so hard?â
Zedaph stomps through to the hidden access door of the Decked Out maintenance tunnels, grabbing one of the supplemental oxygen masks as he does. He sighs as he realizes that Tango, once again, has forgotten he needs to breathe. Hopefully, the fact Zedaph is currently keenly aware of needing to breathe on account of planning to not do that ten times in a row does not remind Tango.
He finds Tango taking a nap tangled in some high-voltage redstone lines. This time, Zedaph knows better than to touch them. It had been a mite embarrassing the last time. âTango! Hey, Tango!â
âWuh?â says Tango, eloquently. âIâm up, Iâm up, level threeâs almost done I swearââ
âTango, get up, I have bedroom tricks to show you!â Zedaph says.
âIâm up! Zed? Oh hey! What are you doing all the way out here?â
âI told you. Itâs urgent, Tango, urgent. I have bedroom tricks only you can assist me with.â
âWell, thatâs a good time I wasnât expecting,â Tango says.
âNo, you idiot! Get your head out of the gutter, and come on! I have things to do!â
âOkay, Zedaph, geez, geez, lemme justââ
âIâve already asked your stupid base,â Zedaph says. âItâs fine. Now, get out of those wires before I get shocked or something, and weâre going to go have fun.â
Tango slowly uncoils himself. âRight. Iâll get ready andââ Zedaph whips a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. Tango pauses before smiling brightly. âOh, youâre the best.â
âI really am,â agrees Zed, and he grabs his best friendâs hand and leads him out of the Deep Frost Citadel to show off his latest contraption. He turns around and sticks his tongue out for good measure at the base as they go. Hah. Take that. The best. Thereâs no beating it.
And thereâs no keeping him away from Tango. Zedaph guarantees it.
#hermitcraft#zedaph#tangotek#tango tek#I. canât remember if I tag with the space or not I think Iâve used both. whoops#a bee fic#anyway in the continuing saga of âtango is a little possessed slash eatenâ: zedaph#because zedaph is the exception to many things when it comes to tango#and the rule of âtango doesnât leave without permissionâ is one of them.#(and besides. thatâs how itâs always worked when zedâs isolating himself; may as well return the favor to tango.)
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useless, part two
Part Two of my submission to @glitterypirateduck's O, Captain! Challenge. As a reminder, I rolled a d100 to select three prompts. Unfortunately I got carried away with this part, so I haven't used my third prompt yet. But that just means a Part Three is coming.
You could argue this fits 95. Attending an event together...
Read Part One. Tag list: @v1x3n @kiranezra
~2k words, Price x f!Reader. Enjoy!
The ice bites through the steel shaker, your fingers sting, and the noise is a tick too loud, but both are decent distractions while you figure out what to say. In the corner of your eye, John watches with an amused look, tempting your elbow to somehow find his chin. When you finally stop, popping the cap to strain the vodka and vermouth, of course, he's already prepared with a snarky comment.
"Did it owe you money?"
"Yeah," you say, pulling an olive from a jar and dunking it into the glass. "Be glad you don't."Â
John leans on the counter beside you. "I'd hate to cross you."
"That's new," you retort, savoring both his mildly confused look and the drink. "They feed you growth hormones in the army?"
He laughs. "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
You suppress a smile behind your glass and cross an arm over your front. "Are you back for long?"
His laughter peters out, and he shakes his head. "Nah, I leave tomorrow night."
"Mm," The noncommittal masks your wilting. You study John's face in the half-second pause. Since stepping foot in the house, no, since hearing about this soiree yesterday, he's plagued your thoughts. All those hours spent in each other's company for the better part of a year. That dumb fight resurfaces. You're not going to amount to anything! Classic John to prove you wrong. The jerk.Â
"My mom told me you're doing well for yourself. You graduated something early? That you got into the SAS or whatever?"
"'Whatever'?" John scoffs, turning to face you better, enunciating each word as if you can't recite As You Like It by memory. "Yes. I'm doing well. You're looking at Lieutenant John Price, I'll have you know."
You arch an eyebrow. You know, in your gut, it is impressive. How or why is a mystery; it just is. Zero chance you'll let him know that. "And that's a big deal?"
"To some people."
"Well, I'm not 'some people'." You say with a tilt of your head.
"No, you're not," He answers a mite quieter before taking another swig and straightening. "Rumor mill says I'm looking at another promotion, maybe next year."
"What'll your title, er, rank be then?"
He smirks. "Captain."
You nod as if this again means something to you, a foreign civilian, and make a show of it. "Right," Your eyes hold each other in place in his parent's kitchen. A balloon of silence begs to be popped, for a decade's worth of fleeting memories and games of telephone through your mothers, to burst and ease the tension. And it's so typical, so John, that he hasn't even asked about yâ
"And how're you faring?"
Stunning. Fucking karmic.
You can't stop yourself. "Oh, look at you, John Price. Did the army also finally teach you how to hold conversations?"
His eyes narrow a fraction, and that quizzical pinching of his brow returns. His lips part to speak, but a commotion at the entrance to the kitchen draws your attention. A pair of older men meander in, pink-faced and glassy-eyed, slurring the words to Auld Lang Syne two and a half hours too early. You take it for what it surely is, an out, and slip away.Â
John's parents are eager enough to receive you in the crowded living room and return to their fawning. You'd rather wade through another stint of stilted conversation with their questions about your credits stateside or reminisce about embassy days than suffer John pretending to give a shit regarding your useless career.
You dance around speaking to him again, politely finding ways to dip in and out of conversations he thrusts himself into. The practice leverages all parts of your acting career and what you remember of the education your mother gave you. Smile, nod, ask leading questions, and watch for the interloper. It pays off, as John seems to eventually get the hint and fades into the background of the party.
When the clock strikes half past eleven and some ex-policy advisor nearly spills his ale on you, you decide it's time to sneak out. You've overstayed your allotted time. John's nowhere in sight, most guests are deep within their cups, and the giddiness of the impending countdown is palpable. It's easy enough to step into the front hall unseen without an ounce of guilt in your veins. You came, you saw, you drank expensive vodka, and made nice with your mother's friends.
Buttoning your coat, you step out into the night's chill and start down the steps. You're two paces from the garden gate when a man's voice pushes into your ear.
"Goin' somewhere?"
The two courses of stage combat you've completed guide your hand in a flat chop to the offending jugular. The owner of said jugular, however, catches the blow with an arm, then laughs, a rich and deep sound, to drive the humiliation home.
"John, Jesus Christ, you complete asshole!" You hiss, turning to shove the man standing in the shadows behind you.Â
"There she is," He cracks, still chuckling. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"Yeah right, you absolute-"
"Arse?" His hands rise in defense when you glare, the glow of a cigar catching your eye before he lowers it to his mouth for a puff. It's a moment before his mouth opens, the tobacco scent permeating the short distance between you. "Just out for a smoke."
Wrinkling your nose, you sigh. "That is awful for your health."
"So's my line of work," He counters.
"Fair point."
"Glad you think so."
You stare at him again. Admittedly, it's hard not to. Even in the dark, the glint of his steady gaze tethers. Maybe it's the military thingâlike he's learned to restrain people without touching them. It must be because it couldn't be anything else. A shiver compels you to speak. "I have to get going."
"So close to the bell?"
"I need to prepare for an audition," You lie. There is no audition. The only thing waiting for you at home is an inherited prompt book for Kiss Me Kate to work on.
"I'll walk you to the station."
"You don't need to do that."
John corrals you toward the gate, his accompaniment apparently a foregone conclusion, and holds it open as you pass. "C'mon. It's been ten years. You used to escort me all the time."
You huff. "That was security, not me."
"You were always in the car, weren't you?"
John sticks to your side despite your protests, which last for all of one street. You slip once, and his arm offers itself immediately, which you take only for stability. Beneath the layers, his muscle is firm and a sure thing, unchallenged by your leaning on it. He's always been strong.Â
"Is there a reason you avoided me all night?" he asks suddenly, showing you the small mercy of keeping his eyes trained forward.
The walk is slick, and you realize that a minute too late, his arm is both a gentlemanly safeguard and a leash.
"I didn't avoid you."
"No, you just ran off again before I could talk to you."
Ran off again. The lout remembers. Has to.
"Fine. I wasn't in the mood to be reminded of my failures."
He scoffs, arm flexing to squeeze your hand. "You weren't a failure. Furthest thing from it."
"I'm not talking about school, John," you snap, exasperated. You regret ever wishing he'd inquire after you. "I don'tâI don't want to talk about that." You see him glance in your periphery and then search the air for a way forward. You provide it.
"So, Captain. That's a big deal." As much as it kills you, it's easier to speak of his successes. "Bet your parents are over the moon."
John sighs. "They're thrilled."
"You do anything particularly insane to earn it?"
"Can't tell you," he answers automatically, a notch more serious, his cigar adding a touch of drama.
You pat his arm. "You'd have to kill me?"
"Something like that."
A few minutes pass in silence. Muffled music and cheers trickle through open windows on either side of the streets. Midnight rapidly approaches, as does the station.
"You seeing anyone?"
Oof. Maybe you should've spoken about your failing acting career. At least that had some color and excitement.
"No. My boyfriend, uh, ex-boyfriend ended things a week ago."
John stops, gently tugging when you nearly stumble. His expression is difficult to read between lampposts, but his tone suggests contempt. "At Christmas?"Â
You want to laugh at his incredulity, the pure scandal in his voice. But you don't. He's gone all serious again. "Two days before, actually. It's alright though," you nudge him to walk again. "It wasn't anything serious."
It's the truth. Jeff was a middling boyfriend. He was never going to go the distance. He'd been a half-decent romp and someone to drink with.Â
"Well he seems like a serious idiot."
"I won't fight you on that," you shrug. "And you, Captain? I bet you must beat them off with a stick in uniform."
He chuckles, releasing smoke. "I'm not a Captain yet. And I'm too busy."
"You'll make Captain," you say a little too quickly, too confidently, snapping your focus back to the stairs to the station ahead. "I can make it from here."
John seems to consider it. He's quiet before he snuffs out his cigar on a bin. "I'll walk down with you."
You descend the steps arm in arm, passing a giggling, buzzed couple on their way up.
"It's a shame you're leaving before midnight, Cinderella," John teases as you stroll slowly into the virtually empty tunnel. His head is on a swivel. Ever the soldier, apparently.
The ground is dry and even below street level. There's no need to keep his arm.
"Yeah, well, I'd rather not stick around to see everything turn back into pumpkins," you check the time. The train is due at 12:02 AM.
John seems almost on edge as he looks around. You feel a slight, frenetic energy reverberating where your arms touch, mismatching the absolute rigidity of his bearing. His eyes are wilder when they meet yours, and his head dips slightly.
You frown. "What's wrong?"
"It's good luck to kiss somebody at midnight." He all but blurts out.
Your hold on his arm loosens, but he grips back firmer. "That's what's got you in a tizzy?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm going to need all the luck I can get this next year."
What is he going on about? His promotion? You're unsure if you like how he's looking at you. "Johnâ"
A trio on the platform starts counting down some distance away, but the sound carries.
"Please." It's earnest. It's certain.
You bite your cheek, searching for any hint of this being a joke. "Just a friendly peck." you clarify.
"'Course." He reels you in, eyes half-lidded, closing in suddenly with a barely held-back urgency.
A hand cupping the back of your head knocks a gasp out of you. "It doesn't change anything." You quickly add.
"Not a thing."
Cheers erupt down the platform, but you barely hear them over the roar of blood in your ears. John's mouth is a force. It's earnest. It's certain. It was never going to be a friendly peck. You've kissed many people on stage and off, but never quite like this.
The train's rumbling knocks you back into reality. You're both breathing heavier. John's eyes darken with a hungry look, and everything in his posture suggests he's after more. Your name slips from his mouth like a command.
"Stay," he orders.
But you're not a soldier. You've never even played one. You're not equipped to face whatever this isâwhat that was. The doors to the car open behind you, and his eyes flicker toward them as if to will them shut. You shake your head imperceptibly.
"Happy New Years, John."
You step into the train, a coward. You don't look back to see if he watches the train depart, but you know he does.
It's another fourteen years before you see John Price again.
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lately: found out that what I thought was rosacea and/or hormonal acne was actually a mite that's been living on my face for the past 5 years (existential crisis material, but also finally healing!), trying to heal from social anxiety through not talking to anyone, working full time hashtag I miss being alone, but don't leave me alone okay?, year 2 of feeling ugly on the inside, turning 30 in a few months - being socially awkward doesn't look cute, funny, ":3" on me anymore (just get a grip?), older men don't flirt with me anymore, brain fully developed 5 years ago, now what... - finally being able to see the nuances of life made me euphoric 2019-2022, then it kind of died when I realized I'm actually not that special. still looking for my swag, etc.
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Trying to get back into writing, and I'm starting with a sort of continuing series of untitled snippets set in the same world with all the Papas. Stay tuned for more and I hope you enjoy. <3 Cardinal Copia x f!reader - intrigue, mystery, flirtation, talk of death, implied dark!copia.
You glance up from your place in the corner of the library, classical music playing through your headphones. You donât know the piece, or who composed it, but the haunting melody that falls from the pianistâs fingers turns you introspective. If youâre being honest with yourself, youâre introspective often these days. The flicker of a form just out of the corner of your eye makes you smile, but when you turn to look, thereâs no one there. If thereâs one thing youâve learned since joining the Ministry, itâs that ghosts are real. And youâre never truly alone.
A few Siblings of Sin pass your table, and your eyes follow them to a few of the worn chairs that litter the library. They were red, a small golden pattern woven into the fabric, but you doubt there ever really was a prime for these pieces of furniture. To you, theyâve always been like that. Eaten away by some mite, stuffing sticking out of cushions that were either the best thing youâve ever sat on, or a literal pain in the rear. There were many things like that in this abbey. Things, and even people, so old that youâre sure theyâve always existed just as they are, and no one was around to remember them before.Â
The Siblings are staring at you, and you look away with an apologetic smile, having zoned out so hard, you didnât realize you were practically gaping at them. Having an overactive imagination can put you in all kinds of embarrassing situations, or maybe itâs ADHD. Whatever is wrong with you, youâre sure thereâs some acronym that explains it. Or maybe youâre something new altogether. A silly girl with a silly mind. Not exactly a rarity.
A muffled curse interrupts your thoughts and you turn your head to look into the stacks, right into the black biretta of the Cardinal Copia. Heâs bent over, picking up a book, one gloved hand holding his biretta steady. Youâve never interacted with him outside of communion, but he was kind where it mattered, but something altogether sinister when he was angry. Or so youâve heard. Every member of the Emeritus line had a story. Some were fanatical, some downright perverted, but the sentiment was always the same. The men that ruled your lives carried something dark within them.Â
âHow do you think they gained power?â A friend said to you one evening over dinner, the mood light.Â
âBecause itâs patrilineal?â You responded. âHis father and his father and his father, you know how it goes.â
âDo you really believe that?â They asked, suddenly serious. Serious in a way that had sent a chill up your spine.
Whether you believed any of the stories is another thing entirely, but you arenât so naive to think that behind a pretty accent and a perfectly placed, âcara mia,â there isnât something lurking behind their white eye. And you were staring again. And the Cardinal notices, looking back at you with an eyebrow raised, his upper lip twitching as he regards you with a sudden defensiveness.Â
âEhâŚ, may I help you, Sister?â He asks, his voice going up and slightly cracking around the question. You blink rapidly, a sort of startled noise of apology leaving you, internally berating yourself for staring at a member of the upper clergy like heâs a museum piece.Â
âNo! Oh, Go-, Satan, no. Iâm so sorry, your Eminence,â you manage, standing up from your chair as if he is a drill instructor and you need to stand to attention. The Cardinalâs expression rapidly clears, and he dips his head a little, watching you with, you believe, amusement.Â
âStill having trouble switching between G-O-D and Satan, hmm?â He muses, his head tilting a little to the side as he speaks. His right eye is soft, warm, and his left eye cuts like a knife. You arenât sure which one you should be looking into.
âDid you just spell outâŚyou know,â you say, waving your hand up, suddenly wondering if you werenât actually allowed to say the word beyond just learning how to curse in Satanâs name instead of Godâs.Â
âSĂŹ, sĂŹ,â he says slowly, leaning toward you just a little bit, the grucifix at his chest catching the light from the window as it dangles. âWe donât want that son of a bitch hearing, yeah? Oh wait, thatâs Jesus.â
You burst into startled laughter, and the Cardinal smiles. His teeth are crooked, and itâs one of the most charming things youâve ever seen. Heâs trying to make you comfortable, you realize, a warmth filling you as all your anxiety falls away from one bad joke. âIâm sorry for gawking,â you clarify, safe now in the Cardinalâs gaze. âI was daydreaming, and I wasnât staring at you, but through you, soâŚâ You trail off.Â
âNo, no, I understand, heh,â he says, his shoulders rising at the same time he nods his head. âI, eh, I am familiar with the daydreaming, too. Also. Yeah.â His hand punctuates every word, rising and falling with the cadence of his speech, and then dropping to his side, his fingers scratching rapidly at his leg. Heâs nervous. Something so sweetly human, you smile.Â
You offer your name, and the Cardinal glances away, his brow pinching for just a moment. Itâs there and gone, an expression you canât read, and then he glances at you, catching you in his white gaze, the pupil a pinpoint. âI know,â he says easily.
âHow do you -,â you begin to ask how he knows your name, but the Cardinal interrupts you, sweeping from the shadows of the stacks. Heâs suddenly quite close, leaning over to peer at your book sitting closed on the table.Â
âOugh,â he makes a noise, something between a hum and a word. âThe Great Mortality.â He reads the title, tilting his head to pin you with a look. Itâs far more knowing than you anticipate, like heâs reading you as easily as the pages of your book. He straightens. âYou are interested in the plague, eh?â
âI am. The Black Death. Although it wasnât called the Black Death, it was called the Great Mortality, see thatâs a misconception,â you say, the information spilling from your lips. You shut your mouth and look at him, but he merely smiles, nodding his head for you to continue. âThe plague wasnât called that until sometime in the 17th century, from a Danish translation, I believe,â you finish.
âThat is very good,â he says, tapping his fingers on the cover, his attention entirely fixed on you. âVery good. But a very morbid subject.â His eyes trace your features. âYou will let your Cardinal read this when you are done.â
It doesnât occur to you that he doesnât pose it as a question, and you nod eagerly. âAre you interested in the subject, Cardinal?âÂ
âIt seems I am becoming more and more,â he says, his eyes never wavering from your own. âWe will discuss after? A little, uh, book club. We will see what we make of the pale rider.âÂ
You tilt your head a little in curiosity, and he follows the movement, his lips curling into another smile. âThe pale rider?â You ask.
âSĂŹ, tesoro. Death.â His smile grows, and you suddenly register the quiet. You look over your shoulder. The other Siblings are gone. Itâs just the two of you, here in this corner of the library. When you turn back, you make a small noise of surprise, the Cardinal slipping past you, the very edge of his shoulder brushing against yours. âUntil then,â he says, not looking back as he leaves. âHappy reading.â
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Generically Identical
A door chime rang, in one of the finest hillside estates near the town of New Centrif on the beautiful planet of Naboo.
Several seconds later, an elderly man in flowing robes opened the door.
âYes?â he asked, before taking a step back at the sight of the dozen individuals in identical black robes. â...oh, Sheev sent you, did he?â
âSheev is dead,â one of the robed men replied. âI am the Rising, named successor to Yupe Tashu who fell on Jakku. I await confirmation to become the viceroy of the Eternal. We have need of you.â
âDead? Really?â Ken Palpatine asked. âYouâre sure?â
The robed men exchanged glances.
â...how did you not notice?â the Rising asked, hesitantly. âHe was on board a space station which exploded with enormous violence. It was all over the holonet last year. The Empire has been collapsing for months.â
âOh, I donât pay much attention to the news,â Ken said, shaking his head querulously. âI know how much of it is nonsense. Dead? Youâre certain?â
âYes,â the Rising replied, a mite testily. âWe have need of you.â
Ken frowned.
âIâm not sure what you could possibly need me for,â he said. âSheev did rely on me a bit during the Clone Wars when he absolutely needed to be in two places at once, but that was decades ago. Iâm a bit out of practice pretending to be him.â
âYou are the twin of the Dark Lord of the Sith,â the Rising stated. âYou are his blood. You are the best choice to lead the Sith Eternal.â
âWhat about that apprentice he had?â Ken asked. âYou know, Anakin. Vader. That one.â
âHe killed your brother, and is also dead,â the Rising answered. âFor both of those reasons, especially combined, he cannot lead the Sith Eternal.â
Ken still seemed a bit confused.
âIsnât there anyone else?â he asked. âSheev always has other plans. I know that much about him. He planned the death of our father when he was very young, you know. Precocious. I was never like that.â
âHad,â the Rising told him. âThough⌠we did not come to you first.â
âI should hope not, if itâs been a year,â Ken said, shaking his head. âOr youâd have been very lost. Who did you try, then?â
Another exchange of glances.
âWe began by attempting to clone Sidious,â one of the other cultists said.
âOh, yes, that was his cult name, wasnât it?â Ken asked. âOh, I havenât thought about that in years. Itâs quite nostalgic⌠where were we? I do apologize, you mustnât let me get distracted like that.â
The Rising rubbed his temples.
âWe attempted to clone Sheev,â he said. âUnfortunately attempting to flash-grow a clone that force-sensitive did⌠not go well. The result has skin that looks like corduroy and itâs impossible that anyone is going to think itâs you. I mean Sheev. Whichever. And there is no sign of his spirit returning from after death.â
Ken blinked at him.
â...you think thatâs possible?â he asked. âIf it was possible, how would any Sith ever die? The galaxy would be full of them.â
That led to some muttering among the cultists.
âNot the point,â the Rising said, firmly. âThe point is, weâre not sure what to do with the corduroy clone â but you are the best choice we have to lead the Sith Eternal.â
âIâm not a Sith, though,â Ken protested. âWhich sort of puts a damper on the whole plan, Iâd say.â
âThat is a problem that can be solved,â the Rising replied. âWe will teach you.â
â...I canât use the Force,â Ken replied.
âYou can,â the Rising told him. âYou have not been taught. We will teach you.â
âIâm over eighty years old,â Ken said. âAre you sure I can learn?â
âI donât see why not,â the Rising answered. âIt might take decades to become as proficient as Sheev was, but you will have those decades.â
Ken frowned.
âThat bastard,â he said, absently thinking about his twin brother whoâd assured him that only one of them was able to touch the Force. âAll right, whatever. Iâm in.â
He frowned. âAnd we could probably bring my son in on it, as well. Heâs a bit of a deadbeat, but he does have his own starship⌠I donât suppose youâve checked him first?â
âWe did, actually,â the Rising replied. âHe is not Force-Sensitive.â
âWell, whatever,â Ken said. âI suppose itâd be nice to get to be the one ordering people around again. The problem with a comfortable retirement is that you donât get much to doâŚâ
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imagine Nightcrawler ended up finding Sentinel!Reader's body in the frozen lake, in fact imagine he'd be tracking them down through peices of their body they tore off, probably racing to find them and panicking because they could be falling apart of getting attacked by something, hell maybe some delusions sprout from there
Maybe Kurt's found trying to put Reader back together while he's under the belief that they didn't do this to themself, something else must've attacked them- they wouldn't resort to this- right??-
Cube anon
He's panicking.
His heart is pounding, his hands are shaking, tears are starting to stream down his cheeks with each piece found, each drop of liquid, each frayed wire and muddy print...
He feels his heart go cold, plunging like a rock into his stomach, when he sees the lake... and the hole in it, with small drops of liquid by it, and no sign of Reader.
He goes into a blind terrified panic, clawing at the ice and trying to reach his hands in, trying with all his might to feel for Reader, to drag them up, to see that they can't possibly be gone-
Logan, Rogue, Scott, they- they can't be in there! They won't survive! They're wounded, their wires are exposed, they're missing their heating system, please, please please tell him they aren't in there, please, he's begging them-!
They eventually are able to break through the ice, and are able to drag Reader's body out of the water... damaged beyond repair, and broken all over...
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The first thing they do, after getting Reader's body back and finding their memory files intact, decide to look through them to see who killed their friend...
Only, to their horror and guilt, find that it wasn't an unknown assailant or an old enemy... but Reader, who did this to themself.
That their pain was too much for them to handle, and feeling like they had no choice and feeling too hurt inside, decided to end their being.
No one takes it well.
Kurt is praying even more now, fervent and pleading and in misery, trying to find any comfort he can over what happened and why he's lost too many friends.
Rogue is there to comfort him, and tries to apologize, now feeling even more despairing because she's lost both Remy and Reader now.
Logan, Scott, Jean, and Ororo are losing sleep, kept up with the memories of Reader, and wishing they'd waited just a bit longer, hadn't said what they'd said, had tried to see the truth sooner... Reader was their own, a friend, a child to them, and they made them feel so bad, that they did this to themself... They get no sleep...
Hank and Charles and Erik are working on growing the bodies for the passed mutants, getting help to bring their spirits back, working on trying to make things right and not lose everything again. It distracts them from Gensoha, it distracts them from Bastion, it distracts them from Gambit and Reader... But the moment all that remains to be brought back are Gambit and Reader... they're making absolute sure no mistakes are made, and feel just a bit better, just a mite of hope, that Reader's spirit is in the afterlife with Gambit, amd had been with the other mutants...
I imagine a few of the extra friends Reader had made, such as Leech amd Jubilee and Roberto and Emma and Madelyn and Omega Red and Sabretooth (look, Reader's really sweet, so why not let them have really nice and really scary friends too?), are ready to see their old friend, who they've missed greatly, and who they think will enjoy this new home and its weird fruit and delicious juice... It would be nice, for everyone tp forget their worries... if they can even remember what they were worried about in the first place... But they can't wait to finally get their little buddy back-! They've missed them so so SO much!!!
Of course, the X-Men, when visiting the spirit realm, are going to have to somehow talk Gambit into letting himself amd Reader go with them, and breach the topic of Reader being a... sentinel... somehow...
Yeah...
Gambit gonna be p*ssed...
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