#sevi figured it out guys

[archangeldyke-all]

doing asks publicly makes me so nervous but i'm gonna do it anywayssss. i sent you a couple of asks but you said you didn't get it so im gonna send you this one that i've been thinking about for a hot minute-- i think its really cute like omgmgggg ANYWAYS

sevika with a younger (20s) vampire reader who watches her from afar and leaves her really pretty vintage looking gifts, romantic poems, and cute love notes? basically just the reader leaving stuff that sevi takes an interest in!! i'd love for this to be with a black reader if possible <3

this is so cuteeee!!

a quick note and disclaimer before we start! i don't know much about vampire lore, just the very basic stuff, so i apologize if this isn't the exact vampire vibe you were hoping for, or if i get some things wrong, i'm mostly just guessing hahah. also! i'm white, and i'll try my best to make this an obviously black reader without shoving it down your throat, but if i get anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away :)

men and minors dni

zaun is a great place for a vampire to live. sunlight rarely reaches the low levels of the city, leaving you free to roam whenever you want, day or night.

additionally, the abundance of crime and violence, as well as the lack of any real help from piltover, means that the occasional dead body (both human and animal) with puncture wounds in their necks go relavitely unnoticed.

it's these reasons that made you decide to settle down in zaun for a while.

it's sevika that made you decide to stay.

you've never met the woman, at least not traditionally, but that doesn't mean you don't know her.

the first time the two of you crossed paths was one late night in the dingy streets of the lanes.

you were starving, out searching for a rat or cat or maybe even a man harassing some poor girl to sink your fangs into. you had wandered away from your usual haunts and toward the newly re-furbished 'last drop.'

rumor had it that the new owner had some shady dealings on the side. you figured it'd be a good as place as any to catch a scumbag in action, or maybe find someone so drugged out on shimmer they wouldn't notice waking up the next morning with a pint of blood or so missing.

as you approached the bar, the few stragglers out this late grew into a rambunctious crowd. you grinned, ducking into a dark alley, licking your lips in anticipation of your next meal.

it took no time at all for you to find your target. a crowd was standing outside the bar, laughing and goofing off as they played with a handful of dice and passed around some cigars and joints. a girl in the crowd kept winning, and you watched as one of the men she was with grew more and more irritated as she continued to pick up her winnings.

the second he put his hand on her in an attempt to pull her back and backhand her, your fangs descended, knowing you'd found your guy. you ducked out of the alley, reaching out to grab the man by the bicep and pull him toward a shadowy corner.

but before you could touch him, he was being harshly pulled away from the young woman and thrown on the pavement.

you paused in the mouth of the alleyway, watching with increasing interest as a tall, strong woman towered over the man, glaring down at him.

she was smirking. you found yourself smirking too.

"what did i tell you about hitting women in my bar?" she rasped out. the man on the pavement beneath her pissed himself, his pants quickly growing dark as he shook in fear. the crowd he was with had dispersed, but a few eyes were watching and shaking their heads in admonishment of the man.

"i-i'm not in the bar sevika, we're outside!" the pathetic man cried. the woman above him laughed, and you watched in fascination as a blade slowly descended from her red poncho. he squealed.

"i swear i won't do it again!" he tried, scrambling away on his back as he tried to evade the woman. she smiled down at him, chuckling as she shook her head.

"no." she said. "you won't."

in a flash, the blade at her side swung down across his neck.

your stomach growled as the smell of blood drifted over to where you hid, and your loins stirred as you watched the woman keep eye contact with the man until his sputtering and twitching halted, and he died. she spat beside him, then turned to walk back into the bar. her bar, apparently.

when no one was looking, you quickly drug the body to the alleyway. his neck was tattered, but you were able to get a pretty decent feed by draining his arms at his wrists.

and after cleaning your mouth, relishing in the warmth quickly pumping through your body, you entered the bar, and spent the rest of the night in a dark corner, your eyes trained on the strong woman as she made rounds around the bar, occasionally pausing to join a game of cards or drink a whiskey.

since then, you've spent almost every night watching her.

you've learned a lot about her since you started watching her. like how in public, while she's at work, she carries herself around with a straight spine and no-nonsense attitude. but while she's at home, alone in her apartment, she's softer. she likes reading, especially romance novels. and she trades out her whiskey for a sweet white wine when she's really into a book.

she sleeps on her side, facing the door like she's ready for the first sound of danger. there have been a few times that she's left her window cracked and you've carefully floated in through her curtains, hovering beside her as you watch her breathe.

you've touched her once, running your finger down the pretty blue scars on her face. she had shifted and murmured, but hadn't woken up, seemingly not finding your presence threatening.

she smells incredibly fucking tantalizing.

not in the way humans usually smell attractive-- like blood and sweat and life. no, she smells better. she smells warm.

warm like whiskey and vanilla wraps for her cigarillos. warm like the brown sugar body wash she uses, warm like the wool of her favorite poncho.

you swore to yourself you wouldn't act on your attraction. you swore to yourself you'd just watch-- not interact.

but then, one night as you were watching sevika eat a cold, lonely dinner in her apartment, she broke down into tears.

your heart broke. you almost revealed yourself to her, just to wrap her up in your arms and press a kiss to her head.

and when she went to sleep that night, you just had to do something to make her feel a little better.

you quickly rushed down the street to the convenience store down the street, and bought the biggest bag of cheesy chips you could find. (you've watched the woman back away cheesy chips like she was preparing for hibernation-- you knew she'd like them.)

you left them on her welcome mat.

(and though you weren't there to see it, the next morning while sevika was leaving for work and she tripped over the bag, she stared at them in confusion for about three minutes, before a soft, sweet smile pulled up at the corners of her lips.)

the next night, when you came back to watch her through her window, you were thrilled to find the bag of chips half empty and sitting on her counter.

since then, you've given up on any and all semblance that you wouldn't interact with the woman.

your gifts have gotten increasingly intense.

they started with little snacks and trinkets left on her doorstep. but after the first time you saw her reaction, a little happy smile when she opened the door to a chocolate candy bar, your heart soared, and you gave up on keeping your gifts casual.

you started leaving bottles of her favorite whiskey.

then, the wine she sneaks when she's alone.

she was hesitant to open it. it sat on her counter for a week, like she was suspicious of the gift. but, eventually, she gave in and cracked the bottle open.

once she got used to her bottles, you took it up another notch. flowers from time to time. ointments and balms for all the cuts and bruises she's always coming home with. scented candles for her home, more blankets for her bed. (she's always shivering.)

one day you notice the shoelaces in her boots are fraying and old. so you bring her new ones.

one evening, you watch as she finished her smutty novel, then pout at her bookshelves when she realizes she's already read everything else on it. you bought her a series she didn't own yet.

you've even taken to getting dolled up before your nightly visits to her apartment, like she'll see you.

you feel ridiculous each time you apply your body butter and lay down your baby hairs just to watch a woman who doesn't know you exist sleep for a few hours, but you can't help yourself from the compulsion.

it's only when you start using her bodywash scent in your shower so you can always smell a bit like her that you finally admit to yourself that you might be a little bit in love with the woman.

just a little bit. (right?)

you start reading her romance novels in your free time, renting them out from the library and tearing through them in hours.

you're thrilled to find that all of them happen to feature two female leads.

you're also struck by the fact that her favorites-- the ones she reaches for time and time again-- all feature some sort of love letter confession.

so you make a plan.

it goes like this:

on week one, you start signing your presents with a simple "your secret admirer."

on week two, you leave a rose with every offering you bring.

(sevika keeps them all, hanging them upside down from her window so they preserve themselves.)

on week three, you start adding little notes to your gifts.

"your smile takes my breath away" (even though you don't really breathe anymore.)

"i hope silco doesn't piss you off today" (even though he pisses her off every day.)

"i wish i could sleep beside you every night" (even though you don't need sleep. you'd just like to hold her, protect her from whatever she's so scared of.)

and then, on week four, you decide to give her a letter. a full blown, totally honest confession about everything she's made you feel these past few months.

only-- something happens.

the night before you're meant to deliver the letter on her front mat, you feed off of a street rat. rat blood isn't nearly as satisfying as human blood, but you like to avoid actual murder when you can.

but this rat must have been poisoned, because you wake up with lead in your stomach and a hangover you haven't had since you turned.

you've accidentally ingested rat poison before. and while nothing can technically kill you, a whole lot of shit can make you horrifically sick until the blood works it's way out of your system.

so you have to put the plan on hold for a week.

on day one, you just lie in bed in agony.

on day two, you start shivering.

on day three, you manage to vomit up whatever of the blood remains in your stomach.

and today, day four, you wake up crying.

you miss sevika. as stupid as it sounds, she's been the most entertaining part of your life in... centuries.

and you can't see her. and you can't give her your letter. because you pass out each time you try to walk farther from the bed to the bathroom.

you groan at the ceiling as your stomach rumbles again.

"being a vampire fucking sucks!" you cry to your cat. she purrs in your lap and you sigh. "i can't eat food, i can't go in the sun, i've got all these stupid heightened senses-- and what's the point of being immortal if i can still get fucking sick?" you cry. your cat opens one eye to glare at you for interrupting her nap, before she rises and jumps down from your bed, running away.

"and now you're abandoning me in my time of need!" you wail after your cat.

there's a knock at the door.

you groan as you crawl out of bed-- your body is too weak to do any sort of flying right now-- and wander into the living room.

you're certain it's a neighbor, here to yell at you again for yelling at your cat.

but when you swing open the door, you almost pass out at the sight of sevika smirking on your doorstep.

you scream, leaping backwards, quickly snatching a blanket off the couch to wrap around your three day old soiled pajamas, and then gasp when you remember you have your bonnet on.

you reach up to pull it off-- then think better of it, knowing your hair's likely a mess beneath it. you haven't taken it off in days.

"uh." you squeak. sevika smiles at you.

"hey." she says. you blink, reaching up to rub your eyes, certain this is a poison induced hallucination. it's not, apparently.

"uh." you say again. sevika chuckles, then makes to enter your apartment.

"the rule is that vampires gotta ask to come inside your home, not the other way around, right?" she asks as she steps over the threshold to your apartment. you gulp.

"uhm..." you say, backing up until your back hits a wall.

sevika looks down at herself and shrugs. "i look fine. i guess i was right." she says. you squeak, and she smirks up at you. "i've missed you, y'know. got used to your little gifts." she says.

you gulp and blink again, trying to clear the apparition before you. sevika remains.

"today's the fourth day in a row i haven't heard from my secret admirer-- i got worried for you." she says.

you clear your throat and search for words. nothing comes up. eventually, you manage to say something, a shaky, nervous, "h-how?"

sevika grins.

"c'mon. i'm second in command to the eye of zaun, babe, i got eyes and ears everywhere."

"w-when--?" you try again. sevika laughs.

"since your first gift. i knew i felt someone watching me outside my window, i felt like i was going fucking crazy! then you left those cheesy chips, and i realized maybe whoever was watching me wasn't a threat." she says.

you squeak again, and sevika giggles.

"plus, i caught you a couplea times." she says. "you're not as stealthy as you think you are."

you pass out.

when you wake up, sevika's sitting on your couch, your head in her lap, your cat in yours. she smiles down at you. "welcome back." she says. you groan.

"this is humiliating." you mumble as you try to sit up. sevika keeps you pinned to her lap with a hand to your shoulder and you're too weak to fight her off.

"it's cute." she says with a shrug.

"i've been stalking you!" you say. she just laughs again.

"yeah, but you're cute. and harmless. and-- i'm not sure, but i've read a couple vampire romances-- isn't this your freaky way of courting me?" she asks. you groan at the cheesy wording but nod anyways.

"yeah." you mumble. sevika just chuckles.

it's quiet for a few minutes, and then sevika reaches down to grab your hand. "well..." she says. you blink up at her in confusion. "are you gonna court me or what?" she asks. you blink.

"wha-- seriously?!" you ask. she nods and shrugs.

"gimmie your best shot." she says. you smile, the horrible sickness in your body fading as a giddy feeling starts bubbling up in your stomach. you rise from the couch, rushing to your room to grab the letter, then running back into the living room, thrusting the letter into her hands. "i know you like corny love letters-- it's in all your favorite books." you admit shyly as you hand it to her. she grins.

"you read my books?"

"not yours. copies from the library." you say, shrugging. sevika smiles, then opens the letter.

it's quiet as her eyes scan the pages, the same little furrow in her brow coming up that always appears when she reads.

you bite back a gasp. you've never seen it so close-up before. she's so fucking beautiful, you have to clench your hands at your side to keep from reaching out and touching her.

when she's done, she looks up from your letter with tears in her eyes. you gulp.

"are you okay?" you ask. she swipes her eyes and nods.

"y-yeah." she whispers, a little waver in her voice. you melt, sinking back down on the couch beside her and wrapping your arms around her like you've been dying to do for months now.

sevika laughs in your arms, wrapping hers back around you then hissing when she feels how cold you are. you giggle.

sevika pulls away after a moment, her eyes locked on your lips.

"so... tell me about those fangs of yours." she says. you blink.

"w-what about them?" you ask.

"like, are they always descended or can you control it or...?" she asks. you gulp and shrug.

"i can control it." you say. she smiles.

"so, if i was to kiss you right now, you wouldn't slice my lip off by accident?" she asks. you laugh disbelievingly, then you scoot away from her.

"i--i'm sick." you say. she laughs.

"yeah, i gathered." she says, pointing at your wrinkled clothes and the bags under your eyes. "vampire sickness can't transfer to humans though." she says. you scoff.

"how do you know?" you ask. she shrugs and chuckles.

"i don't, i just really want to kiss you."

you gulp, a shaky sigh escaping your lips, before you tentatively lean forward and press your lips against sevika's.

she hums against you, and then she reaches out, grabs you by your pajama shirt, and hauls you into her lap. you squeak against her lips, and she licks into your mouth, moaning against you.

when she pulls away, you gulp at the powerful, fast pounding of her heart that you can hear from beside her.

"woah." you whisper. she smiles. "so... is that a yes?" you ask, referring to your letter. sevika snorts and lets out a bright laugh, and your heart fucking melts.

"definitely a yes, baby." she says, swooping in to kiss you again.

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[modern-inheritance]

I tried out the mix I had in mind.

Thoughts? Critiques? Comments? Help?? Advice?????

I guess I'm doing a meet up sequence with Murtagh and Arya before Eragon's portion now lol. Murtagh comforts the kids and their young protector, the new Urgal Dragon Rider Uusha and his partner Sevi, before leaving them in the now locked room to hide until the fight is over. Murtagh takes a moment to breathe, reflecting on having to kill again, the children and hatchling's readiness to accept him and go to him for comfort. Arya drops in (literally) to double check he is who he looks like, fistbump, they both go off to kill some more invading asshats.

All the music is from Jay Rivera-Herrans EPIC: The Musical. I used clips from an instrumental/no vocals version of Monster and the unreleased/clipped song King/Odysseus. And some footsteps sounds.

EDIT: it’s not perfect don’t get me wrong but I can’t figure out any other way. I COULD have it end with Murtagh’s stabbing the guy. I’d do another ‘this happened’ really short animatic later to bridge the gap but I really want Murtagh interacting with these kiddos and dragon babby.

I’ll see if I can trail out the end of the stab a bit somehow to smooth that transition. Wish there was a sorta smudge tool I could use to do that. I’ll check Audacity. I’ll mess with the Monster bits as well.

[circi-chirps]

I WILL (long post)

so this "girl" named Amber lives in a coastal city with two kids, Eliza and Star. Amber's on the run from "bad people" but wont specify why. well one day, on her day off, she goes to the store with her girls and on her way back, one of her coworkers (whos a major DICK) starts tryna pick a fight with someone bc he thinks him and his kid are Buveé (theyre not) but his friend and their niece are. Amber jumps into the fight and tells him off and defends the other four from the coworker when the guards show up and everyone scatters (bc fighting is illegal) the person he accused's friend trips the coworker as they run and hide in an alley and he gets caught. Amber and the other four sneak into the cafe that was part of the alleyway they hid in and find Amber's girls safe and sound. the cafe owner even gives all of them free lunch. after lunch, they all part ways. Amber and her girls go home, the two who got accused (Blue and Neptune) travel to the next town over, and the last two (Luna and Sevy) try to catch a train home. At Amber's house, just as the three sat down to eat, theres a knock on the door. its the guard (she thinks) and they tell her they have a witness placing her at an illegal fight in town. Amber tells them,"no i work there, today was my day off" and one of the guards replies,"why dont you come into the the guard's office for some questioning, just to be safe?" She tells them know andthe guard says,"C'mon, we wouldn't wanna keep the boss waiting, now would we?" so Amber clocks him in the face and shoves the other guy down the stair and slams the door. she yells at the girl to grab their emergency bags and leave out the back door. they do so, and wait for Amber to grab her sword, pick up Star, grab Eliza's hand and RUN. Amber stops at the Cafe she works at and makes some quick food for the girls, and when theyre finished, they get ready to leave for the train station. not before Amber steals from the cash register and is confronted by the owner. Amber apologizes but the cafe owner just makes sure its enough for three tickets and sends her off with a weird box (its a dodecagon with arrows and turn dials on each side) and the girls make it to their train

the girls get there in the early hours of the morning and find a hotel which (THANKFULLY) has free breakfast. on the way back up to their room, the elevator stops to pick someone up and its... Blue and Neptune? theyre very awkward in the elevator but Blue thanks Amber again. Blue ends up asking what Amber and the girls are doing in Cadence and Amber confesses that she and the girls are on the run. Blue offer's their sympathy. just as theyre about to leave, Blue offers to show them the city. Amber is hesitant and the girls insist ("PLEEEEASE AMBER PLEASEEE???") so Amber gives in. they spend the day checking out the city of Cadence. Blue invites Luna and Sevy to join them and they arrive the next day. they all check out more of the town and stop to sit in a park for lunch. Eliza's been trying to figure out how to open the box that the cafe owner gave Amber but she hasnt figured it out yet. Luna asks to try and Eliza hands it over. Luna turns a few dials then gets an idea and turns all the dials on a specific number and... it opens! Eliza asks,"howd you open it?? I've been trying to open it for the past two day!" Luna replies,"i just tried the Fibonacci Sequence. its probably the only thing i dont hate abt math" inside the box they find a veryyy old photo and a weirdly shapes key. they assume the key is for the building in the photo. Neptune mentions that he saw a museum and they decide to take the photo to the museum to see if someone there can tell them where the photo is. unfortunately, the museum is a music history museum. BUT! one of the workers there is a history nerd and tell them that it looks like the ruins of the Temple of Samael in Coral Village "but its in pristine condition! this photo must be worth a lot of money!" the group decided to travel on foot to Coral Village to find these ruins. everyone was just too curious and the further away Amber was from when she was last sighted, the better.

traveling on foot took way longer. they had to camp in the woods and sleep in shifts but trains were just too expensive for the seven of them. none of them minded too much. they found a small town called Antique Orchard and everything about screamed "RED FLAG!" everything looked... retro? there were vaccine reminders and missing persons flyers everywhere, but they needed food and a bed for the night. so they stopped at a family dinner and ate lunch, which was rudely interrupted by "the towns crazy lady" screaming,"THEY TOOK MY BABY!!" she was escorted outside. everyone went back to their meals but the group was very on edge and they looked over their shoulders on the way back to their motel. Amber got one room for her and the girls, while Luna and Blue split a room.

in Amber's room, Eliza and Star have convinced Amber to build Fort Eric! and ofc, Amber complys and builds the fort and the three fall asleep in each others arms.

In Luna and Blue's room, Neptune and Sevy are fast asleep, and Luna and Blue are catching up and having a blast! Theyre so happy to see each other again! Luna says, offhandedly,"I'm so glad we ran into each other again... i missed you" Blue doesnt respond and they sit in uncomfortable silence. Neptune stirs from his slumber and Blue soothes him back to sleep. "i missed you too..." the two go to sleep with tension. the next morning, after Amber almost stabbed Blue for banging in her door, the seven set back off to walk to the next town. that is, until the town's crazy lady jumps out and grabs Blue by the shoulders. the lady, Natilie, cries out,"They took my baby! they killed her and this damn town is too brainwashed to notice!" Blue warns Natilie to let go and she does. Amber urges Natilie to explain, and she does.

the group splits up, Amber and the kids go to Natilie's house where Natilie reveals a messy journal of information on the recent missing persons and deaths. Amber is astounded, there must be over a hundred of funeral notices cut out of newspapers in the journal. Amber is sickened

Luna and Blue walk in tense silence back to the dinner they ate at the day before. Amber instructed to the two to "act like a couple looking to move". easier said than done. Blue,"ya know, we're going to have to talk about it" Luna responds,"...i know." Blue pressures Luna to explain why they ghosted him. Luna stutters and stumbles over their words and Blue just keeps pushing. Blue shouts,"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?" "BECAUSE I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU!" Luna retorted. Blue burst out in laughter. "What the hell?? you pressure an answer out of me then laugh at my confession??" Blue speaks through laughter,"No! its not that-! its just- Luna, honey, you're so dense!" "What?" they ask. Blue catches their breath and replies,"I was in love you too. So was Indigo! We both loved you, still love you. And if youll have us, we wanna be with you?" Luna stared at Blue with their mouth open, in shock. "Luna honey, you look like a goldfish." They kiss and finally make up after months of conflict. which helps in their acting! they make it to the dinner and talk to the server that served them yesterday and he tells about The Great Tess Family! the founders of this quaint little town! they run in the mayor's office, the local doctor's office, the local mortuary, the local funeral home, and even in the dinner! its very clear that the Tess Family is up to something, but the two keep up a smile until theyve asked enough questions and leave.

they meet up back at the motel and everyone shares their findings. The Tess Family clearly controls the town and must ve responsible for all the recent deaths, but why? what do they gain in killing people? nothing. that is, unless youre harvesting their organs for trafficking...

thats as far as ive written!

i wanna infodump abt Pangaea so bad

[jaxonkreide]

@sevi007 replied to your photoset: itscolossal: Fredrik Raddum

@jaxonkreide​ because birds are often what keeps you going after a hard day, probably.

SNORRTS

guys, sevi is right. 

This is me after a rough day

[freementallyillkid]

Manner pt2

Sevika x femreader

Word count:1,245

After hearing the knocking and quiet yelling you started pacing around your small apartment trying to figure out what to do, if you waited too long they could just break down your door and drag you away. You were brought back to reality when they started banging on the door again. You took a deep breath and looked through the peephole and saw two people standing there, a blond haired guy with messy black makeup, weird looking clothes and an equally weird choker next to someone with choppy balck short black hair silver earrings and black lipstick.

The black haired person leaned forward off the wall they were resting on and walked up to the door and looked through the peephole startling you taking a few steps backwards, “Come on we can see your in there we’re not gonna kill you if we wanted you dead we would have killed you already.” they reasoned

How reassuring you thought to yourself, but they were right, so you bit the bullet and opened the door taking them both in with the best resting bitch face you could manage. “What do you want?” You asked, ready to slam the door on them.

“Well our boss Sevika, the one you were yelling at some hours ago, wants us to bring you to her, guess you sparked her interest or something.” They explained the guy behind them nodded chewing on his finger nails when he saw you looking at him he waved tentatively you waved back. “Oh yeah this is Deckard I’m Ran.”

You nodded along, “And what does your boss want from me?” They look at eachother.

“Well we think she wants to talk to you, you probably interested her when you just started yelling at her, plus you didn’t know who she was.” Deckard said, “but come we gotta go or we might get yelled at.”

You back up, Oh no I’m not going with you sorry, but I’d rather live.”

Ran rolled their eyes, “we already told you if we wanted to kill you, you would be dead we would have just kicked down the door.” You thought about it for a moment. They were right, your door wasn’t exactly stable and if you went in they would probably just kick it down and drag you out.

Sighing you nod, “Yeah okay let's go.” Deckard cheered, slinging an arm around both of you guiding you towards the exit.

“Sevys gonna be, so happy you came with us!” He said as Ran let out a strangled laugh.

“She’d cut your head off if she heard you call her that.” They said as you started walking down the street to gods only knows where.

Sevika sat at her usual spot, a cigar in hand and drink in the other as she waited for Ran and Deckard to get back with the strange women. She had been thinking of her the whole time dissising her crew that she would usually be playing cards with right now, but instead her gaze was fixed on the door, occasionally taking a sip of her drink.

After what felt like hours the door swung open once again this time she saw the blonde and black haired duo step through the door Deckard's arm slung about the woman. When Ran and Sevika made eye contact she nodded and gestured for them to bring the girl over to her. Ran nodded and tugged on her arm nodding to Sevika the girl frowned and shoved her way through the crowd waving goodbye to Ran and Deckard.

When you arrived at her table she gave you a confident smile leaning back in her seat, “Sit please.” She instructed when you did she leaned forward, “So what's your name?”

You narrowed your eyes squinting at her, “You had your goons drag me out of my house to ask me my name?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Y/n, are you going to tell me why you wanted to talk to me so bad now?” You asked fiddling with the collar of your top.

“You interest me.” She answered simply, “You can imagine when you considered the scariest women Zaun not a lot of people would yell at you for bumping into them or standing up to me in general.”

You looked her over, she didn’t look particularly angry, just surprised and maybe a little impressed. “Well just because you're important and strong doesn’t mean you should be inconsiderate or expect everyone to bow at your feet or something.”

She nodded looking around like she had lost interest in the conversation. Looking back at you she asked, “So what do you do for a living?” Surprised by her question, it took you a few seconds to respond to her.

“Oh I’m a mechanic!” You tell her. She nods a long she’s silent for a moment and you could almost see the gears turning in her head.

This time when she leaned forward this time she put both of her arms on the table a red cloak that covered her arm fell away revealing her infamous metal arm you couldn’t help, but ogle at the beautiful peace of engineering the bronze feeding into each other, so she could move it like a normal arm. “Would you want a position working for me and Silco?”

The expression you gave her must have been something because she let out a chuckle and looked at you with a smirk on her face, the blue scars on her face stretching. “Why would you want me to work for you? I mean you don’t even know if I’m a good mechanic ” You asked, your frown growing deeper.

“I feel like you’ve heard enough people say it at this point, but you’re interesting you were willing to stand up to someone even if you didn’t know who I was I could still tear you to shreds. I like the people I work with to have some spine and if you’re willing to stand up to me everyone should be a walk in the park.” Her confident smile still on her face, “plus if you turn out to be terrible a fixing shit I can just fire you.”

You nodded along it would probably pay better than your current job and you would be under the inherent protection of ‘The Eye of Zaun’ and if anyone wanted to come after you, you could handle yourself just fine. “Okay yeah why not.”

“Good we can work out the kinks later, for now I want to get to know you a little better.” She waved a hand over at the bartender and a second later two drinks spread in front of you looking at the brown liquid. Whiskey wasn’t usually your drink of choice, but you didn’t mind it.

Sevika watched as you drank from your cup from your place opposite of her observing you.

Throughout the night the both of you talk and Sevika even found herself laugh at some dumb jokes you made. By the time you had called it quotes she found that she was very happy that she bumped into you and you had yelled at her. She had been so absorbed in the conversation and focused on you she didn’t even notice Ran and Deckard sitting in the corner snickering at the two of you making snide commentary to each other.

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Sorry this is so late and if Sevika sound a little ooc

[moonlightdancer26]

I never liked Wolfstar but was never able to figure out why until now. The fanfics tend to bash Tonks and Snape, act like Peter doesn’t exist, and erase the most interesting things about Sirius, such as the parallels between him and Bellatrix.

The fanfics tend to bash Tonks and Snape,

Yep. Sevy and Dora are the loves of my life, bash them and I will destroy you. And this is also why I’m alright with Wolfstar in Snackin fics, because then I know they wouldn’t repeatedly bash Sev and call him homophobic.

act like Peter doesn’t exist,

One of the biggest things I absolutely H A T E about Marauder stans. They never put Peter in fanarts and sometimes even replace him with Lily, and when they do put him in, they draw him as an attractive, slim guy (really shows how shallow they are). Peter was still a Marauder, Peter was still their friend, no matter how much you hate him, you can’t just fucking change that!

and erase the most interesting things about Sirius,

Yep. As much as I hate Sirius, he’s quite interesting and I kinda enjoy his character (I’m ashamed to admit it😣). I hate him, but I can appreciate his complexity. Sadly, Wolfstar shippers completely destroy his character, and they reduce him to being SuPeR gAy FoR rEmUs LuPiN.

such as the parallels between him and Bellatrix.

Yeah, that’s one of the most disappointing ones. Bella and Sirius are much more similar than people think. I remember I talked about that in a post I made about my unpopular Harry Potter opinions.

[powerovernothing]

All Yondad Moments in the Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2: Deluxe Junior Novel~ (Part 1 of 2)

(Click If You Wish to See Full Size Scans~)

In which you can see a rather drastic change from the actual film; thus making the novelization of Vol 2 not only incredibly unique because of it, but also very enjoyable as well!

Before the sequel novel cuts and the story that takes place between both films begins, Peter and Ego actually stay behind on Berhert when the Taserface’s mutiny occurs, and the Guardians are able to put a stop to it before Nebula can shoot Yondu’s fin off.

Which not only gives us great dialogue between Yondu and Peter, (He’s not perfect, but he did raise me like his own son) but it also shows us an interaction between Yondu and Ego that doesn’t involve said Centaurian running over said Jackass in one of the greatest “get the hell away from my son” moments ever.

So take from that what you will~

Also, does anyone else find it super adorable how Yondu acts during this scene? I mean, he’s standing right in front of Ego, and is obviously very uncomfortable because of it... and yet keeps referring to Peter as “[His] boy.”

He doesn’t refer to Peter by any other nickname, surprisingly enough, and actually goes out of his way to call him his boy several times. Couple that with what Peter says above, and that is really just all around precious. So, props to the writer for including that cute little addition there!

Also, petty as it may be, I just really love seeing these two shoving the truth in Ego’s face, so I’ll take any mention of it when I can get it lmao.

[fagundescamila]

Power Couple #3 (Severus Snape x Reader)

“Who’s coming here for the meeting today?” Molly asked Sirius just as she got into his house, ready to make dinner for a battalion. 

“Everyone, I suppose.” Sirius answered smiling fondly at her manners. “Lily and James are already here, Remus and Tonks as well.” 

“Right, so there's you, me and Arthur, James and Lily, Remus and Tonk, plus Dumbledore, eight… ” She rambled, counting as she walked through the living room towards the kitchen, smiling at the ones that were already there as a way of saying hi. “Who else? That Quim guy and Moody, are they coming?” 

“No, I don’t think so…” Sirius answered, amused at Molly’s concern about cooking for them all. “Severus is also coming, though. So far, nine.” 

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” James jumped from his seat excited and went to the kitchen as soon as he heard Severus’ name. “Also, the new member! Don’t forget about her! Y/N, she is also coming!” He exclaimed with a smirk. 

“Yes, she’s coming!” Sirius confirmed with a frown. “Then ten. I don’t get your excitement, though.” He turned to James, already as excited as his friend, even though he didn’t understand why yet. 

“Nothing, really…” He said, trying to act cool and nonchalant, only to break his own interpretation with a large grin. “It’s just that on the last meeting, she shared a nerdy talk with Severus, then they headed to her office to get some nerdy papers… And I thought that maybe… Maybe this could lead to something…” 

“James, are you really talking about that again?” Lily asked rolling her eyes and following them to the kitchen.

“Lily is not a big fan of my plan, apparently…” James said. 

“You’re saying there actually is a plan?” Lily asked, with wide eyes. 

“No, there’s no plan… I'm just saying that maybe, they could use a little… you know… push." He shrugged. 

"Are you guys ever going to grow up?" Molly asked with a laugh, starting to as fix a meal for ten people. 

"Wait." Sirius said with a frown, without paying much attention to Molly. "Y/N? No… no, no, no, James. She's way out of his league." 

"I can't believe it." Lily said, almost giving up.

"Well, yeah! But apparently, she doesn't know that. I mean, she talks as a real nerd, so…" He shrugged again. 

"My god, you guys are hopeless." James last sentence was enough to make Lily finally give up and go back to the living room.

"What are they up to?" Remus asked her with a grin. 

"Oh, you don't wanna know." Was all she had time to say before the very subject of the marauder's talk arrived at Grimmauld Place. 

Y/N and Arthur got to the living room's fireplace directly from the Ministry. 

"Thanks for the help, dear." He told her, taking his briefcase from her hands and placing everything he was holding at a nearby table. She just smiled at him in response. "Hi, everyone!" Arthur cheerfully greated just before heading to the kitchen to find Molly and tell her all about his day. 

They all greeted back and Y/N found herself a place to seat, saying a less enthusiastic but, nonetheless, sympathetic "good evening" to everyone. She sat besides Tonks at the couch and was about to ask something regarding their work, but was interrupted before she could even open her mouth.

"There's our favorite nerd!" James said excitedly, coming back to the living room with Sirius. 

"Feel free to ignore them." Lily said before Y/N could even register anything.

"Right…" Y/N chuckled. "I think I'll take your advice." 

"Good call!" Remus confirmed with a kind smile. 

"Eventually they stop." Tonks said making one of her weird faces. 

"Good to know…" Y/N said smiling. "Until that time comes… Did you read those memos the Minister sent everyone today?"

"Boooring." James said before Tonks had the chance to answer. 

"Yeah, looks like we're all up to some kind of training." Tonks pretended not to hear James.

"Again." Y/N rolled her eyes. She was about to make another comment on the absurd of wasting time on training sessions and the other formalities of their job as aurors, when there was a knock on the door. Sirius was quick to answer it and let Dumbledore in, accompanied by Severus. 

“Great, the nerd party is complete!" James said. It was his special way of welcoming Snape. Of course, he wasn’t answered with the same enthusiasm. “Tell us, Sevy, did you get the chance to read those lovely essays our dearest Y/N lend you?” That made booth Y/N and Snape raise their eyebrows in such a sync that one could say they rehearsed that movement. “Lovely.” James laughed. 

“I’m enjoying your enthusiasm, Potter! Should I bring you some books on the next meeting?” Y/N teased. “I figure you’d like to join our discussion.”

“Thank you, dear.” James said sarcastically. “But I don’t think I would be able to absorb all of its contents…” 

“Oh, no worries. We can go easy on you…” Y/N said also sarcastically. “Tell you what! Next meeting I’ll bring you a wonderful book, I’m certain it’s the right one for you, it’s called ‘Magic Drafts and Potions for Children’, what do you say? Do you think you can handle it?” 

“Oh! That must have hurt!” Sirius laughed. 

They all shared a laugh at James’ astonishment. Even Snape was able to smirk a bit when Y/N winked at him just after making that little joke on James’ intelligence. 

Molly called them for dinner just as the laughter was ceasing. On their way to the kitchen, James pulled Sirius by the arm and whispered: “You were right, she’s way out of his league.”

[canyourscienceexplainthis]

And Your Jokes Are Always Bad

“Okay, guys, what’s the plan for tonight?” Sokka asks, looking through his rearview mirror at Aang and Katara’s shadowed faces in the back, and then over at Suki sitting in the passenger seat. “I thought we were heading over to chill at your place?” Aang questions from the backseat, arm wrapped around Katara and voice abnormally loud so he can be heard over the speakers blaring Rei Ami (it was Suki’s night with the aux).

“We aren’t going back to campus. If I have to go to one more party where everyone is talking about ‘Death of the Author’ or their latest shroomed out epiphany, I’m gonna jump off the roof of the library, I swear to God,” Katara says, rolling her eyes at the thought.

“Yeah, we can go to mine,” Sokka agrees, “but if you guys are expecting drinks or food at all tonight, we’re gonna have to stop somewhere cause my place is currently like an apocalypse shelter that’s running out of supplies.”

“Beer store and sevie it is!” Suki chimes.

With their drinks and snacks of choice acquired, the gang starts heading back to Sokka’s house, which they have affectionately named the shitshack. Listen, Sokka will be the first to admit that his house is a little...run down. “I think should-be-condemned is a more apt description, Sokka,” Katara had countered the first time she visited.

Sure, the foundation is caving in to the point that their bedroom doors couldn’t fully close because of the house’s slant. Yeah, weeds grow through the baseboards in the summer. And yes, he’s pretty sure there’s decomposing rat bodies under the sink cupboards. But he’s a struggling student living in one of the most expensive places in the country, and this place was as cheap as it gets (which is still way too expensive). He had decided long ago that he would rather live in an actual risk-to-human-safety with people that he can stand to be around than be paired up with strangers and live on campus.

“Fuck a princess I’m a king, bow down and kis—”

Just as they’re in the middle of the chorus, Suki’s phone starts ringing, interrupting their psyched-up, loud sing-along. Suki picks up the call but doesn’t unplug the aux, a raspy voice coming through the car’s speakers.

“Sukiii,” the mystery voice greets.

“Hey Zuko! What’s up?”

“Ugh, I’m bored! Come hang out with me,” the voice pleads.

“I’d love to, but I’m kinda on the way to my friend’s house right now…” Suki says, looking over at Sokka.

“Oh,” disappointment evident in his tone, “yeah, no worries, maybe next weekend.”

Suki glances over at Sokka again before saying, “wait, why don’t you come with?

Sokka looks over at her, shrugging his shoulders, silently saying, “the more the merrier, I guess.”

“You sure? Your friend won’t mind?”

“Nah, he’s cool with it. Where are you? We’ll come to pick you up.” At this, though, Sokka shoots Suki a glare. He has no problem with her inviting a friend over, but come on dude, gas is expensive! Suki rolls her eyes at him while waving her hand dismissively.

“I’m up at the school, actually,” he says, and Sokka nearly groans because that’s the complete opposite direction of his house.

“Really?” Suki’s eyebrow quirks. “Okay, we’ll be there in like, fifteen or twenty. I’ll text you when we’re close.”

“Okay, sounds good. Thanks Suki!” The music resumes when she hangs up. Sokka levels what he hopes is a withering stare at her.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to start charging you guys for gas,” Sokka huffs.

Suki purses her lips, “alright, then I guess I’m going to stop helping you pass literally every single one of your humanities classes.”

Sokka pauses, considering whether or not it’s worth risking his GPA to continue complaining. “Fine, but anyone who isn’t helping me figure out what the fuck Derrida is talking about has to pay up!”

About 10 minutes later (because apparently, Sokka drives like he has a death wish), they’re parked outside Sokka’s first-year dorm. It’s giving him flashbacks to warm summer nights spent chilling in the woods with his friends and scattering into the trees when campus security eventually came to break up their drunken antics.

Thankfully, a light knocking on the passenger side window breaks Sokka’s train of thought before he can start dwelling on any of his more painfully embarrassing memories. It’s too dark out for him to see who knocked on the window, but Suki reaches over his lap to unlock the doors, so he assumes it must have been her friend.

What’s his name again? It starts with a Z. Zuzu? No, Zooko, yeah Zuko, Zuko, he chants to himself.

The door opens, and a shadowy figure slides into the back seat. Sokka pulls out of the parking lot and starts heading back into town. Aang, unbelievably (almost exhaustingly) friendly as always, is the first to introduce himself.

“Hey! I’m Aang. Your name’s Zuko, right?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, I’m Katara, and that’s my brother Sokka,” she adds, leaning past Aang’s head and pointing at the back of Sokka’s seat.

“Hey dude,” Sokka says, keeping his eyes on the road but raising his hand to wave at the stranger in the back seat.

“Hey speed racer,” Katara scolds, “both hands on the wheel!”

“Katara, if you can’t handle me at my fastest, you don’t deserve me at my furiousest.” Even though he can barely make out any of their faces in the dim light of his car, Sokka can tell they were all rolling their eyes at his attempt at humour. Except for Zuko, who snorts out a soft laugh. Sokka has a feeling he’s going to like this guy.

“At least Zuko thinks I’m funny.”

“That’s cause he doesn’t know you yet,” Suki scoffs. “He’ll learn to tune you out like the rest of us soon enough.”

The rest of the ride passes with easy conversation and songs that, according to Suki, “just make you feel like a bad bitch.” As soon as he pulls into his driveway, Sokka jumps out of the car, excited to finally be home and able to blow off some steam with his friends. He bounds through the door, bellowing, “Jet! Ruru! I come bearing booze and food!” Sokka drops the bag of snacks on the kitchen table on his way over to the fridge. Opening the door, he thinks it would be pretty apparent that they’re university students by simply looking at its contents; ketchup, leftover takeout that’s been there for who knows how long, and beer. Haru springs into the kitchen and grabs at the snacks, pulling out a bag of all dressed ruffles. “Aww, you got my favourite!”

“Only the best for the best roomie,” Sokka smiles back at him.

“Hey! What about me?”Jet asks, (like the fuck boy he is, Sokka thinks) meandering into the kitchen behind Haru.

“Maybe if you learn how to unload the dishwasher or take out the garbage once in a while, you’ll get surprised with your favourite snacks too.”

Jet frowns up at Sokka, “dick.”

“Yeah fuck you too,” Sokka says, tossing him a beer from across the kitchen.  

The sound of Suki’s music emanating from the living room reminds him that “oh yeah, by the way, Katara, Suki, Aang, and one of Suki’s friends are hanging out here tonight.”

“Hell yeah!” Haru basically skips into the living room with Jet following much less excitedly in his wake. Sokka grabs some mixing bowls and starts emptying the bags of chips and popcorn. The last thing he needs is someone puking on his carpet because they started drinking on an empty stomach. From behind him, he hears a faint, “hey, uh, Sokka?”

“Yeah, what’s—” he starts, looking up.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Standing in the middle of his kitchen is who he can only assume to be Zuko. He has long black hair tied up in a half top-knot and gorgeous golden eyes. He’s wearing a black bomber jacket and crimson button-up that contrast with his molten eyes and pale skin in an unfairly beautiful way. He also has on a pair of black skinny jeans that are really working for him and working for Sokka, too, if he’s honest. It’s probably a good thing, Sokka thinks, that he couldn’t see him in the car because he probably would have completely forgotten how to drive and ended up in a ditch.

Good God, Sokka chastises himself. Get your shit together and stop staring at this absolutely stunning man like a fucking creep. Sokka clears his throat and manages to stutter, “y-yeah, what’s up?”

If Zuko noticed his gawking, he’s kind enough not to mention it. “Just wondering if I could put these in your fridge,” he asks, raising a six-pack of Strongbow.

“Yeah, for sure!” Sokka manages, voice still a little uneven.

Zuko walks over to the fridge, placing his ciders beside Sokka’s beers, then takes one and cracks it. He turns to face Sokka again, and they both stare at each other for a moment, the only noise being the hum of the bass in the background. Neither one seems to know what to do next. Thankfully for Sokka’s current error 404 brain, Zuko pipes up first.

“You’ve got a nice place. I really like it.” If he were judging by the tone of Zuko’s voice, Sokka would almost think he’s being sincere. However, the evidence proving that this was, in fact, a shithole of a house was literally everywhere.

“Hey, it's okay dude, we all know this house is awful. No need to sugarcoat it,” Sokka chuckles.

“No, really, I mean it. Obviously, it’s got its...flaws,” well that’s putting it mildly, Sokka thinks, “but I like what you guys have done with it. Like,” Zuko points to a Pavement poster hanging on the wall in front of Sokka, “how you’ve decorated it.”

“Are you a Pavement fan,” Sokka asks, eagerness clear in his voice at the prospect of talking to someone about his favourite band.

The edges of Zuko’s lips curl into an almost indistinguishable teasing smile, and his eyes glance down to his drink. “I guess you could say that, if you think going to their reunion show in 2010 counts as being a fan,” Zuko notes nonchalantly. Sokka doesn’t know if he’s ever been more jealous of someone in his life.

“Oh my God! You’re kidding?! I would have killed to have seen that show! Was it incredible?” He asks, humming with excitement.

“If I told you it sucked, would it make you feel better about missing it?”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“Then no, it was one of the worst live performances I’ve ever seen. They completely fucked up Embassy Row.”

Sokka hums, grabbing his chin like he’s contemplating whether or not he’s still upset that he missed the show of a lifetime. “Yeah, I’m still jealous. Guess I’ll just have to catch their thirty-year reunion tour.”

Zuko genuinely smiles then, and any composure Sokka had regained in the last minute goes down the drain. “Yeah, I guess so,” he murmurs.

Suddenly Sokka’s attention is jerked away from Zuko’s breathtaking smile by a loud crash emanating from the living room. Spinning his head in the direction of his exceptionally disastrous friends who apparently cannot be left alone for ten minutes, he yells, “Hey! What the fuck are you guys doing!?”

Katara sprints into the kitchen wearing a slightly guilty expression, clearly searching for something. “Dish towels?”

“What did you guys do now,” Sokka sighs, giving her a handful from under the sink.

“Thanks,” she says, grabbing them, “uh, well, Jet bet Suki a round at the brewpub that he could beat her at beer pong, and they kinda both launched themselves at the table trying to get balls back…”

Sokka crosses an arm over his chest and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fucking menaces. I thought we all agreed that we weren’t going to let them do shit like this anymore! They’re both way too competitive, and our house seriously can’t stand any more abuse! For real, I’m surprised they didn’t fall right through a hole in the floor!”

“Do you really think there’s anything anyone could do to dissuade them once they’ve decided they’re gonna do something? No. So all we can do is mitigate the damages,” Katara emphasizes her words by holding the towels up to Sokka’s face.

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Sokka concedes, “just tell Jet I said he’s a fucking asshole.”

“That,” Katara mumbles, walking back towards the rest of the group, “I can do.”

Once again, it’s just Sokka and Zuko standing in the kitchen. However, Zuko now looks incredibly amused.

“What,” Sokka levels at him with his patented wiseass smile, “is my living space getting even more trashed funny to you?”

“No, it’s not that. I mean, it’s just...I’m sure I don’t know Suki as well as you guys probably do, and I just met Jet, but he must be a real dumbass to challenge Suki to anything.”

Yeah, Sokka was right earlier; he’s really going to like this guy.

After many rounds of beer pong and even more spilled drinks later, everyone seems to be approaching the more relaxed stage of their typical hangout. Aang and Katara are sitting on floor cushions, leaning into one another, and Sokka can only assume, whispering sickeningly loving things. Likewise, Jet and Haru are having their own coupley moment on the futon in the other side of the living room. He still finds it hard to believe that they’re together, but opposites attract, right? He, Suki, and Zuko are lounging on the couch (which is probably the nicest thing in their house because it’s a hand me down from his dad and Bato, unlike all of their other thrift shop furniture).

Sokka and Zuko are currently monopolizing the conversation, discussing one of their favourite shows that Suki had noted she’d never seen.

“I mean obviously it’s fucked, but it blends misanthropy and humour perfectly into a nice nihilistic package,” Zuko says, his eyes locked with Sokka’s.

“Firstly, agreed. Secondly, how in the fuck are you using words like misanthropy and nihilistic when you’re five drinks down?”

Zuko’s eyes flick with mischief. “I guess I’m just too much of a genius for you to keep up.”

Sokka isn’t sure what to say to that. He’s starting to think Zuko might actually be a genius. That, or he just has excellent taste in music and TV, which, to Sokka, is basically equivalent to having Mensa level IQ. Also, Zuko is probably the hottest person he’s ever seen. All of this put together has him questioning where his brain cells have gone, or if he even had any to begin with.

Suki, taking advantage of the brief lull in their discussion, decides this is her moment to stir shit up. Sitting cross-legged on the corner of the couch and looking down at her nails, she suddenly breaks their conversation, saying, “hey Sokka, did you know Zuko and I were each other’s New Years’ kiss last year?”

In hindsight, Sokka wonders if Suki knew what she was doing. Maybe she just wanted to take Zuko down a peg for his arrogant comment, or she was tired of being left out of the conversation. Probably a combination, he thinks.

His brow quirks up as his gaze flashes back to Zuko, who is staring at Suki with an expression edging on murderous. “Oh yeah?’

“Suki…” the warning tone of Zuko’s voice doesn’t seem to faze her in the slightest.

“Yup,” Suki confirms, unperturbed and grinning wickedly. “Zuko was the only person I knew at the party and I thought, fuck it! So we decided we’d be each others’ kiss.” She looks up from her apparently fascinating cuticles and gazes directly at Sokka, “and he apologized to me after cause he didn’t think he was a very good kisser.”

“OH MY GOD, SUKI!” Zuko sputters, choking on his cider and blush colouring his cheeks.

“What? You did!” She argues, her grin morphing into something truly evil.

“That’s not fair! We were both drunk and, and...I don’t know! But I officially hate you and I’m never covering a shift for you again!”

Zuko looks absolutely mortified. Sokka holds back his laughter at the objectively ludicrous visual if only to save Zuko from even more embarrassment.

Sokka feels bad for him. Really, he does. Suki just blasted him in front of someone he met a couple hours ago. However, Sokka recognizes that she also set him up to bat, so he doesn’t really feel that bad.

“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent kisser,” Sokka says, putting on a voice that he hopes resembles something sultry. “I can show you how it’s done. If you want.”

He simultaneously feels very powerful and very vulnerable. Sokka knows that he excels in the kissing arena, but, and he can’t quite put his finger on why, but if Zuko turned him down, he would be really disappointed. Maybe it’s just because Zuko is so pretty, like Sokka wants to draw him like one of his French girls pretty, or maybe it’s because he hasn’t had any action in a while. Either way, he hopes Zuko is either, 1) into the idea, or, 2) lets him down easy.

They stare at each other for a beat, gold eyes meeting blue. Zuko looks down at his hands, curled in his lap, and his blush travels from his cheeks to his just barely visible chest. Sokka wonders if he’s ever seen anything so fucking endearing. Zuko nods so slightly that if Sokka had blinked, he would have missed it.

“Is that a yes?”

“Y-yes, um, yeah, you can do that…” Zuko stammers, looking up at Sokka with both nervous and pleading eyes, “if you want.”

“Yeah, I want.”

Consent confirmed. Sokka wonders if he should hold off because they’ve been drinking, but then he remembers that Zuko just used the word “misanthropy” not five minutes ago in casual conversation. At this moment, he doesn’t know if he could even look at Zuko without spontaneously combusting, so if anything, Zuko would be taking advantage of him, and Sokka is very okay with that. Sokka gently grasps Zuko’s hip with one hand and his waist with the other. He pulls him nearer, noticing how Zuko leans into his grip and silently exhales as the distance between them closes. Their eyes meet again for a fleeting moment. Sokka realizes that Zuko’s pupils are blown so wide that his irises are nothing more than a thin golden ring circling black.

Ever since seeing him in the kitchen, Sokka hasn’t let himself look at Zuko like he wanted to. ‘I’m sure he’s uncomfortable enough in a room full of strangers without you eye-fucking him every five minutes’, he said to himself. But now he can really admire him. Sokka is drinking him in, looking at him like something to be cherished, adored, kissed all over. Fuck. He is gorgeous.

Like Sokka had said, he knew he was a great kisser, but something about Zuko made him want to make this particular make-out session even better than great. Maybe it was because he was supposed to be showing Zuko how it’s done (ugh, nice line Sokka), or maybe it was because Zuko was without a doubt the hottest person Sokka had ever seen in real life. Either way, he knew he had to make the most of this.

Slowly he closes the last couple of inches between Zuko’s mouth and his. He feels Zuko’s shaky exhale on his lips, and damn if that isn’t hot. What feels like ages later, their lips press together. Sokka notes that Zuko’s lips are so deliciously soft, but also hesitant. The kiss is so tender and timid, and delightfully honey-sweet. He leans in farther, moving his hand from Zuko’s hip up his side to cup the back of his neck. Zuko’s mouth opens up in an almost silent sigh, and Sokka takes the opportunity to lick his bottom lip lightly before slotting his tongue alongside Zuko’s.

Sokka can’t remember the last time he’d shared such a delicate kiss.

He dated Yue in first-year, and they had shared some beautiful moments. Being each others’ first relationship, they traversed the adoring, intimate, and sometimes incredibly awkward territory that came with one’s first time. But she had gone to study abroad in Bhutan for a year, saying it was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. Before she left, they mutually decided long distance wouldn’t suit either of them and it would be best to break up.

And delicate wouldn’t be a word he’d use to describe his and Suki’s relationship. Obviously, they loved and respected one another. Still, it was very much just a good friends that hang out every day and sometimes hook up with each other and sometimes hook up with other people kind of deal. Admittedly, Sokka’s brain kind of imploded when he saw Suki sitting on Yue’s lap at a party about a month after she got back to campus. And it doubly imploded when they told him they were dating. He couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised, but he was happy two of his favourite people found someone that makes them happy. What? He loves love, okay?

But this.

This was...different.

Just as Sokka was about to move his attention from Zuko’s mouth to his cheek, neck, chest, anywhere and everywhere else, he was pulled out of the moment for the second time that night by Katara’s shriek of, “Jesus Christ Sokka! I don’t want to see that shit! Get a room!”

For a moment, he truly forgot that there was anyone else in the room. Snapping back to reality felt like waking up from a half-asleep half-awake dream. In the back of his mind he knew where he was and what was going on around him, but it was a hazy awareness, and one that he’d rather not focus on. Feeling feather-light and slightly out of it, Sokka gathered himself the best he could.

“Katara you do realize this is my house, right? Every room is my room!”

[softsweetedbeauty]

Just a small idea: How do you feel about Snape x reader and the reader coming to bed, crawling under the covers with icy feet, pressing them up to poor Sevs calfs for warmth? 😈

Cold Feet

Severus x Reader

Warning: Oral sex vuv

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Finally you walked into your charmbers that you shared with your husband Severus. You had stayed late and filled in for Minerva’s detention since she didn’t feel well. Oh did he look so peaceful, the dim candle light flickering over his handsome face. You couldn’t help but run your cold gentle fingers against his jawline. He twitched abit with your touch which caused you to smile.

Standing up as you unbutton your shirt, slipping it off slowly as you yanked the holder for your h/c hair to let it be free. Keeping on your under garments, you smile happily, wanting to feel the warmth of his touch, god he was just so... Irresistible, oh how you wish to have his deep dark eyes, peering in your own, watching his trail every inch of your body with want. You shivered excitedly by the thought, of maybe it was the cold. It happen to be the beginning of December,perfect cuddle whether. Perfect.. touching sessions.

Waiting no longer, after being stuck in a trance at the beloved sleeping figure before you. Creeping under the covers, popping up behind Severus, placing your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck softly. He slowly reach behind stroking your head ever so gently. You could tell he was smiling by how he sighed in relief.

After a moment you mumbled soft nothings into his ear filled with love, he grinned slightly and turned to you. His warm strong hands being placed on your cheeks in the process. You smiled into them, his warm rough skin making you melt. “It’s rather late my love, let’s just sleep for now.” Severus’ words gave you a soft pout, he smiled at your cute expression, closing his eyes slowly drifting back to sleep. You couldn’t sleep though, shivering lightly. Rubbing your feet on your legs gently. Then an idea popped into your head. A soft smirk tugged at your delicate lips.

Your stroke your ice cold feet against his leg gently for warmth and his attention, after a moment he groaned and opened his eyes half lidded. “For the love of Merlin y/n, what is it now?” He sounded abit irritated with sleepiness. “I’m cold sevy~.” You cooed softly in his ear. He sat up with the same irritated expression then slowly a grin formed onto his face. Dropping down his head to the side of your ear. “Well then, I might just have to warm you up then.”

His deep intoxicating voice made you shiver, Severus wasn’t stupid, he knew what you wanted, he loved seeing your impatient features spread and change through your lovely face, those eyes of yours filling with desire and missing of him. He slowly trailed his hands down your stomach toward the hems of your lacy black panties that he so dearly loved, you parted you lips gently, watching him, your cheeks burning hot with want. He watched you sweet expressions made for just him, now he was getting hungry for you. Slowly pushing up so you were leaned back/sitting half away against the head blared of the bed.

Severus rose your thighs gently, if he could break you with the slightest firm grip. Trailing his fingers up and down your thighs as he places them on his shoulders. Softly pressing his warm lips against the entrance of your covered womanhood, smiling as he mumbled. “Soaked for me already..What a good girl.” His breath flowing out pleased, brushing against your quivering mess of a chamber. “S-Severus will you st-“ before you could finish your little out burst, Severus as pushed a side the cloth covering your entrance. Letting his youngest stroke against your delicate folds. He stared up at you intensily with lust, your face becoming embarrassed from the want in his eyes, you turned to the side after feeling him slip his tongue inside finally. Jerking light, before you could turn completely.

Severus gripped your waist gently. Stroking your sweet insides as he hummed against it softly. Merilin was this driving you insane, your hand find his hair gently tugging, throwing your head back every so often when you felt him move his tongue quicker, moving your hips in the process.

A heavy feeling began to grow in your stomach, he knew you were close, feeling your insides twitch uncontrollably. One more long slow stroke of his tongue was enough, you arched your back quickly parting your lips to let out a aggressive gasp from your chilling orgasm.

To calm your nerves, Severus stroked your thighs gently, propping himself up a moment after once you had eased up. Whispering into your ear gently. “That should keep you warmed up for the night my love..”

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WOWZERS, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!

So sorry it’s abit late!

Tell what you guys think vuv

[unknownunseenunheard]

Reincarnation Roullete Chapter 29 Preview

Toph Beifong III

Severus, once more, felt yet another oncoming headache. An oncoming headache known as Toph Beifong.

Severus was going to have to cut back on the Calming Droughts. Best not to get an addiction to those.

“Explain again, please, what happens, Beifong,” Severus hissed.

Beifong was kicking her feet back and forth without a care in the world.

“Well, I noticed precious little granddaughter had an evil possessed diary. Like, evil-evil. Azula level evils. Wait, no, Azula was more insane. Well, she wasn’t always insane but she snapped and went insane. Like, she was always this really calm and collected person, but deep down I’m pretty sure she was a sociopath, but she kinda really wanted to be loved and she wasn’t loved and- I see you don’t care, moving on.”

Indeed, Severus did not. What did he give a damn about a stranger who’d done questionable things because of a bad childhood?

As usual, the irony of the thought never registered in Severus’ mind.

“Not like Azula. More like Ozai. Ozai level evil,” Beifong decided, then nodded happily to herself.

“Ozai level evil?” Severus repeated dubiously, not having heard the name before.

Toph nodded.

“Mhm. The guy tried to torch half a continent,” Beifong said far to casually and, had Severus been sipping tea he’d have spat it out in that very moment. Beifong paused and tilted her head. “Well, actually, it was more of a scare tactic. He place he specifically chose to start his attack on was miles from the nearest settlement, and was literally just a rock field, and he didn’t have nearly enough ships to actually torch half the continent, but details.”

Severus frowned.

“Those are pretty important ‘details’,” he pointed out.

Beifong shrugged.

“Eh, its ancient history. Literally. No, no, the important thing is-“ Beifong produced a stone from her robes. “There’s an evil soul shard stuck in this thing, and I think it might be Lord Moldypants because it feels like Lord Moldypants but on a lesser scale, ya know?”

Severus did not flail. He did not. Severus was far too refined to do so. His robes even billowed indoors, despite wind not being preset, out of sheer and utter respect. Severus Snape was not a man who ‘flailed’.

Beifong tossed her head back and laughed as Severus, in his haste to get away from the cursed stone, stood up so abruptly that his chair went flying.

“Calm your tits, Sevy.”

“Do not call me Sevy.”

“Creepazoid.”

“You brought a piece of the Dark Lord- wait, did you say that rock is infected with the Dark Lord’s soul?!”

Beifong twirled the rock where she’d sealed the Diary spirit into.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. And, you know, I may have gotten it in here but I legitimately have no idea how to destroy the thing, so if you could be so helpful as to figure out a way for me to do that, that would be great!” Beifong grinned at him.

Severus resisted the urge to bang his head against the desk. Repeatedly.

[yourequestwewrite]

A British Welcome

Sirius Black x Reader

Words: 1541

Requested by @lucy-fire20 : Sirius Black x reader where the reader is American and visiting hogwarts on a trip with the rest of ilvermorny? The reader’s group of friends is a lot like the marauders?

Erin’s Note: Hello everyone and welcome to this new joint blog between me, writer for @fandom-imagines-stories and Megan, writer for @riverdalevixon1864 . I think I can speak for the both of us when I say we are super excited to be sharing this blog with you and are ready for your requests!

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was seeing. There she was standing in the great hall of Hogwarts the School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her entire life she had dreamed of the moment she would get to see it in person. She had spent her entire childhood hearing about it from her parents, and seeing pictures of it in the endless textbooks that she had devoted herself to reading.

“Y/N!” Her best friend Karen called. “Come on we are going to be late, Headmistress Goldstein will be very cross with us if we miss our first class.”

Ilvermorny had been invited to bring a group of student to Hogwarts to study classes for a month and of course Y/N was the first to sign up. Her parents were originally from Cardiff and they had attended Hogwarts when they went to school. When Y/N was born however they decided to move to the states as they felt it would be safer for Y/N. The rumors of a former Hogwarts student had just begun to service but the Y/L/N’s did not want to take any chances as they had already seen the damage Grindelwald reign had done and they did not want to wait and see when another war would begin.

Y/N still was transfixed on the floating candles that danced about the room her heart flickering along with the flames.

“Y/N” Karen called again this time snapping Y/N out of her trance.

“Yes, sorry, I’m coming” She said as she turned to walk back towards her friend however she suddenly collided with another body causing her to stumble backwards.

“Hey, watch where you are going!” The person snapped as he looked down at her. “Oh, why hello there.” He smiled his dashing british accent sending chills down Y/N’s spine.

“Hi,” Y/N squeaked as she stared at the curly headed boy in front her, who now had his hands dangerously low on her waist.

“You must be from Ilvermorny,” His smile was so dazzling yet wicked all at the same time.

“How could you tell, was it my accent?” Y/N teased.

“No, if you had gone to Hogwarts I would have known, no one could forget a beautiful face such as yours.”

“Wow, do you use that line on all the girls you meet or is it just me.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she pried the boys hands off of her waist. “Now if you would excuse me, I’m going to be late for class.”

“Well, what class is it, I could show you where to go, it is very easy to get lost in this big castle.” He purred.

“Nope, I think I’m good, plus I think that group of American girls over there haven’t heard your witty line yet.” Y/N snapped as she looked over his shoulder to see a group of 1st years giggling away as they stared him.

Y/N began to walk away when suddenly the boy grabbed her arm.

“I’m Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black.”

“Well, I’m glad you know your name Sirius, keep saying it to all the girls and you just might remember it.” Y/N smiled as she yanked her arm free from Sirius’ grasp.

Sirius took a step back clearly shocked that his lines had not seduced Y/N.

“Well, what is your name.” He asked now slightly annoyed.

“For that, Sirius Black, you are just going to have to wait to find out.” Y/N hissed as she walked away making sure to sway her hips a little more.

“Americans.” Y/N heard Sirius grumble under his breath causing her to giggle as she made her way towards Karen who was standing gaping at her.

“Are you completely out of your mind?” Karen gasped. “He was totally flirting with you!”

“I know,” Y/N scoffed. “Disgusting isn’t it? We’ve barely just got here and he was all over me.”

“But he’s so handsome…” She whined. “And British!” That, Y/N, had no disagreements with. There was no question that Sirius was devastatingly good looking- the accent was just one of his good features. Unfortunately, he had to be just as egotistical as the American boys she was used to.

Quickly Y/N and Karen made their way towards their Ancient Studies Course. The two girls had finished up most of their regular classes as this was their seventh year attending Ilvermorny. To Y/N’s great disdain, the pompous jerk from earlier so happened to have the same class.

“We meet again.” He greeted swavely. Karen blushed as he plopped down between them.

Y/N groaned as she felt Sirius snake his arm over her shoulder. She was about to smack his arm away when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“You’re in my seat,” The deep voice mumbled.

Y/N turned to see a boy standing behind her with long black hair and green robes.

“Sevy go find somewhere else to sit,” Sirius snapped annoyed.

“No, it’s fine,” Y/N smiled as she weaseled her way out of Sirius’ arm. “I’ll find somewhere else to sit. She then made her way over to sit next to a red headed girl wearing red robes.

“Hi,” The girl said cheerfully as she held her hand out. “I’m Lily Evans. You’re from Ilvermorny right.”

“Yeah, I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N.” She smiled as she shook Lily’s hand.

“How are you liking it so far at Hogwarts?” She had a friendly face and a bubbly tone in her voice that immediately made Y/N like her.  

“It’s amazing!” Y/N gushed and looked over her shoulder, half expecting Sirius to be flirting with Karen. To her surprise, he was looking right back at her, her face turning a bright red as their gaze connected. “But this boy keeps bothering me.” She added gruffly, turning back to face Lily, who was nodding her head in understanding.

“Ah yes, you’ve run into Sirius.” She snickered. “Don’t worry about him. He’s harmless.”

“I heard that Evans!” Sirius shouted across the room, sending a new wave of embarrassment over Y/N. The class was agonizing and fascinating at the same time. Though the subject was unfortunately dull, chatting with Lily about life in Hogwarts was all Y/N needed to make her happy. The two swapped embarrassing first-year stories and somehow ended on the subject of boys.

“So, do you like him?” She questioned. Y/N gave her a confused look. She laughed. “Sirius, of course.”

“You’re joking right?” Y/N snorted. Lily rolled her eyes.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you keep checking back at him.” She grinned. Y/N fumbled for something to say, but ended up sputtering. Lily raised a brow. “He may be forward and very very obnoxious at times, but I have found that if you give him a chance, he can truly start to grow on you.” Y/N looked back once more at the dark haired boy, still grinning at her like a giddy idiot. Lily sighed. “That and I’m dating his best friend.”

The teacher dismissed the class and Y/N slung her bag over her shoulder, promising Lily that they would see each other at dinner. As Y/N dashed toward the door, she was cut off.

“I think we’ve started out on the wrong foot.” Sirius started. “I have made an incredible ass of myself and I would like to make it up to you.” He put his hands together in a plea and Y/N tapped her foot, her logical side and her adventurous side having a bloody war inside her.

“Fine.” She sighed. “But only because I know you won’t leave me alone if I decline.” Sirius’ face lit up in a devilishly handsome grin.

“Meet me outside the Fat Lady’s portrait at 11:00 sharp.” To her surprise he leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “You won’t regret this I promise.”

“What have I done?” Y/N groaned as Karen fiddled with a lock of her hair, trying to figure out what to do with Y/N’s mess of curls. “Why me? I’m not anything special! I’m a bookworm, I never go out this late-”

“You are smoking hot.” Karen giggled. “Can you blame him for taking notice?” She finally decided on a casual yet elegant updo and added a bit more shimmer to Y/N’s eyelids. Karen had always been the leader of their little group of friends. Lorita was the rambunctious rebel and Lucy was the fifth year that often tagged along in their misadventures. Y/N was the know-it-all nobody who spent more time with her books than actual people.

Y/N frowned at the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her favorite sweater. “This is a bad idea.” Karen turned the chair around.

“No it isn’t. You are going to go have fun with a totally hot british guy and you are going love it.” She pulled her out of the chair and ushered her out the door. “Now go.”

Y/N made her way around the castle, searching all of the paintings for the one that Sirius had instructed.

Part One of ?

[sevi007]

Hello Sevi! I know that mostly every fan of BNHA focuses and loves dad-might and dad-zawa. However what do you have opinion and headcannon wise for dad/Uncle Present mic?

Ooooh,actually, I love the thought of Mic (and the other teachers, too) being likeuncles or aunts for the children!

For Mic, Iheadcanon that he is the “funny” uncle – you know, that one guy who would joinin on every fun the children can think of. Want to do a karaoke in the livingroom? Go to the amusement park? You can bet that he is in the middle of it all.

The kids heis closest with are Jirou and Kouda. The kids have impressed him greatly withhow they figured out a way how to pass his midterm exam, even though he stillis wary of the fact that Kouda can send bugs after him, of all things.

Mic is theone who helped Kouda come up with a possibility of upgrading his hero outfit,adding some extra speakers that would transmit his voice and orders to animalsfurther away. He also made it his goal to help the quiet and timid boy tobecome a bit louder, encouragingKouda to do his trademark “YEAH!” with him. There was no success with that yet,but Kouda doesn’t really mind, rather appreciates the effort.

As forJirou, Mic feels all but obliged to support a young “listener” who loves musicjust like he does. They end up spending their free time with music lessons –Mic knows a few tricks with the guitar that Jirou is delighted to learn about,while Jirou has some neat suggestions of songs that Mic could play at his radioshow. Mic has not told the girl yet, but he is quite sure that he willbroadcast the very first own song Jirou will write and finish in the future.

There arealso evening where Mic just ends up in the living room with everyone at thedorms, including Aizawa and (probably) Toshinori, and he and the kids end upsinging at the top of their lungs, whatever songs they want to. Toshinorichimes in after some encouragement, while Aizawa just pulls a pillow over hishead.

Mic sings abit louder at that and just laughs at his grumpy friend.

[maverickprime]

Gun Viper #3

Housewife Hysteria

“...”

“...”

“Ethan...”

“Yes, Cassava...?”

“Can I... say something?”

“Uh... yeah... yeah, you can...”

“That sex sucked...”

“Haaa... yeah... yeah, it kinda did.”

To say this wasn't what either of them was expecting would be an understatement. Two years. Two long years of no sexual activity to return to... this? Ethan and Cassava gazeds up to the ceiling endlessly, both looking downright confused by this outcome. Did they expect it to be mind-blowing? Hell yeah they did! But this? This!?

Cassava moved up first, using their blankets to slightly cover her naked body. Her green eyes were sharp as she glared over to her husband, her expression absolutely fuming. He looked back with a face that was... unshaken, as he wasn't really too bothered by her glares. Shifting himself, he leaned up a bit as he gave what could best be described as an exasperated sigh.

“What the hell, Ethan!?” Cassava snarled, making her husband roll his eyes, “Why wasn't that sex good?”

“H-how should I know?” Ethan replied as he shrugged his shoulders, “It's been two years sure but...” he shook his head, “We uh... didn't do anything differently from usual, did we?” he cocked his head, “D... did we?”

“No!” Cassava replied as she looked away, blushing a bit as she felt so embarrassed, “We did... everything I remember doing with one another...” she began to growl, “You! You just didn't try hard enough!”

“I didn't try hard enough!? Hey, don't blame this all on me!” Ethan replied, insulted that she'd even assume such a thing, “You know, it takes two to tangle, Cassava! Maybe you didn't try hard enough!”

“Don't say that! You know I always give 110 percent! Always!”

“Then if that's the case, it should've been good for me, but bad for you; why did it suck for the both of us?”

“I don't know!? You're a scientist! Figure it out!”

“I'm a scientist, not a psychiatrist! What about you? You're the soldier girl! Wouldn't you call this a mission failed?”

“Nnghh!? Nnngh! Sh-shut up! Guh!”

Cassava eventually fell back into the bed, her expression a forlorn one as she gazed back into the ceiling overhead. Closing her eyes, she suddenly felt a bit of regret flow through her. It was wrong to get angry at Ethan for this, she knew that. Eyes opening back up, she looked over to her husband who shared her sentiments.

They both... didn't know what happened.

But despite that, Ethan smiled at her, something she didn't really understand. Her husband moved in, his lips pressing to her lips in a kiss she honestly needed. It helped calm her down, relax her as she gripped at his neck, pulling him in more to deepen the kiss. Despite that, it wasn't enough to arouse her. She still felt so... bad.

Once again, this was something she and her husband shared.

“I'm sorry...” Ethan apologized, making Cassava nod.

“Yeah, yeah...” she replied in her usual brash manner, before whispering in a lower tone, “I'm... I'm sorry too...”

“Look, we can try again tomorrow,” Ethan said as he laid back on the bed, a calming smile on his face, “It's not like there's a chance of you running off for wars for two years in the future like last time. We have all the time in the world now...” stretching out his arms, he heard a few bones pop into place, “Yeah... get home from work, have dinner and--”

“Get home from work?” Cassava replied as she leaned up on the bed as well, clinging to the bed sheets as she did so, “You're... going to work tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have to,” Ethan replied as he looked at his wife, face one of slight concern, “Is there... something wrong?”

“Uh, yeah,” she pointed at herself, “Ethan, I'm home in a place I don't recognize, and you're going to work? Shouldn't you... I don't know...” she frowned a bit as she looked away, “Shouldn't you stay home... with me...?”

He opened his mouth to tease his wife, about to ask if she was merely afraid of Avalon around them which is why she wanted him to stay. But he didn't. No, Cassava may be a tough girl – and she is that in spades – but that didn't mean she was particularly good at hiding her body language, not from him anyway. He could tell she was more than just uncomfortable with her surroundings; she wanted to be with him.

And he wanted to be with her. But...

“I'd want nothing more than to stay home with you,” Ethan said as he laid his hand atop Cassava's hand, “But your sudden return home left me in a bit of a screwed up schedule. Uh...” he smiled at her, “I told my boss that you'd be coming home and that I'd like to have a week's vacation. I thought you'd be returning last week so I set up my vacation for last week,” he shook his head, “That was before you told me you guys were taking the mission to protect that city on Sevis which would keep you there for another week so...” he shrugged his shoulders, “I was able to reschedule my vacation for next week but until then, I still have to go to work. Uh... that's fine, right?”

No, it's not fine. That's what Cassava wanted to say, anyway. It was annoying that his job was going to keep him away from her, even if it was for just a few hours of a day as oppose to a couple of years like it was for her, but still. Hadn't they spent enough time away from one another?

But Cassava didn't voice her concerns; honestly, it wasn't too big of a deal. He'd be back home before the end of the day anyway, and they'd be allowed to spend all the time in the world with one another before bed time.

And – hopefully – they'd be able to rectify tonight's mistake during bedtime.

“So... what now?” Cassava asked, making Ethan shrug his shoulders as he leaned up beside his wife.

“We... go to sleep?” he replied in a teasing manner as he turned to face her with a smirk, “I'm not sure if you remember this, but Aurous has 38 hour days so...” he chuckled, “We'll have a lot of time to sleep. It's not like we've wasted it already anyway.”

“Oh shut it you,” Cassava remarked as she pulled the blankets up to her sheets, “I'm still not happy with what's happened here tonight. Tomorrow, we had better fuck like animals.”

“'Fuck like animals',” Ethan replied as he shook his head, “You have such a way with words.”

Despite the fact that their attempt to 'fuck like animals' didn't go particularly well, Ethan wasn't soured by it like Cassava was. In fact, he remained leaned up on the bed, as he took the time to just look at her wife. She looked back, confused by his somewhat intense gaze, though she was not ignorant to the love in his eyes. It embarrassed her, made her pout a bit as her fingers began to prod one another. Eventually, she had tired of his gaze, as she nudged his shoulder with her knuckles to get him to stop.

“Knock it off, Ethan,” she said, making him chuckle in a coy manner.

“You're still bothered by the sex but... I'm just happy you're here,” he remarked as he laid in the bed beside her, his nose nuzzling against her cheek, “Mmm... I've dreamed about being in the same bed as you again, Cassava. Literally; I keep having dreams that take me back to our honeymoon,” he closed his eyes softly, “I've... missed you so much.”

“Stop... being so darn dramatic,” Cassava said as she blushed and looked away, despite the fact that her fingers were rubbing his chin, “You... dummy...”

Chu...

The kiss said better than her words ever could. She had dreamed about sleeping in the same bed as well.

…

Eggs. Bacon. Sausages. Waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Sausages. Waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Sausages. Waffles.

Fucking delicious.

Green eyes shot open, only to close just as fast. A powerful ray of light unlike any before was beaming into her face. Wincing in pain slightly, she hung her arm over her face to cast in shadows. In doing so, her eyes were allowed to slowly come to grips with her surroundings.

Cassava pulled up from her bed, looking around her bedroom. Her new bedroom; the one she shared with her husband. For a brief moment, flashes of their old bedroom came into mind, but honestly, it wasn't even a comparison. This bedroom was easily three times the size of their old one, perhaps more. Their old bedroom had a dinky window which only showed the side of another building, while their new bedroom had an entire balcony which overlooked the city of Avalon. And right now, the blinds were open to shoot the sun's glowing rays directly into her face.

“Ack!? Damned windows!” Cassava snarled as she marched over towards them to close their curtains.

Her tail curled around her naked frame, her arms crossing over her bosom. Turning around to face the bed, Cassava realized Ethan wasn't there. Her eyebrow shot up and so too did her tail in a curious manner, before her nostrils flared at the smell of food. Good smelling food too; not the slog she had gotten used to eating in the Steel Orochi. It smelled like the food she'd get when they landed on some wayward planet to mingle!

Cassava's eyes searched the floor briefly for her bodysuit, but it was nowhere to be found. Gripping the light layer of blankets from the bed instead, she draped it slightly on her body to give her some sort of modesty. When she opened the door to her bedroom, the smell of food grew intense. Cassava's tail shot up like lightning, her eyes wide as an expression of pure elation appeared on her face. Her grip on her blankets grew tighter as she ran towards the glowing light at the end of the hall.

“Oof!?”

Oh, right, their condo had a second floor. Thank the heavens that banister was there, or else she'd be flipping over it in her food lust. Speaking of which, her nose continued to shake and quiver as the smell of such delicious breakfast filled her nostrils. Looking down over the living room floor of her home, her green eyes searched for the source of the smells. Eventually, they fell on the doorway to the kitchen of course.

Target acquired.

Naked or not, when Cassava smelled food that good, Cassava was going to get it. She flipped over the banister, the white blankets swirling over her body like a ghost. She landed safely on the couch down bellow, her tail wily dancing in the air as she pounced her way towards the kitchen like some sort of lioness. Her face of elation hadn't left her, in fact she grew more excited the closer she got to the kitchen. When she finally arrived...

Wham!!!

Her hand slammed on the doorway of the kitchen, her mouth wide with a drooling smile.

Only to fall flat.

Her eyes did not fall on her husband, cooking her a breakfast fit for a warrior such as herself. Instead, it fell upon a holographic blue woman, one who she remembered wearing a uniform last time. Now, she was wearing a blouse and apron, as she held a spatula in her hand. A spatula that was just as blue and as holographic as she was.

“WHA!? WHAT THE HELL!?” Cassava shouted as she struggled to cover herself with the blankets, since she was still very naked.

“Good morning, Mrs. Pheros,” said Rebecca, the holographic AI which lived in the condominium, “You're blood pressure has raised higher than what is normal for a Kremian of your age and size. Is there something the matter?”

“Fucking duh!” she replied as she continued to hold the blanket up to her neck, “What are you doing in my home you!? You!? You...? Uhh... damn... what's your name again?”

“I am 3-27-999. AKA, Rebecca, the AI programmed into the Silver Hills luxury condominium,” said the machine as she gave a courteous bow.

“Ooookaaaaay... well... what the hell are you doing in my home?” Cassava asked as she pointed at her, “And where's Ethan!?”

“Mr. Pheros had to leave early this morning. He was called into his job and it could not wait,” replied the hologram, which only made Cassava twitch more, “He wanted me to inform you of this information, as well as make you breakfast this morning. I am preparing for you a diet of eggs, bacon, sausages, and waffles. I hope they are to your liking, Mrs. Pheros.”

“That glasses wearing little jerk!” Cassava remarked as she looked down to her hand, her words coming through gritted teeth, “H-he left me here? Alone? Urgh!?”

“He wanted you to know he did not leave you on purpose,” said Rebecca as she gave a cheery smile, “Mr. Pheros is a very hard working man. You must be so happy to have a husband as dedicated as him!”

“I'm not really a machine girl, but you probably aren't screwed together right,” Cassava remarked in a groan, before sliding her eyes into a glare, “Or... Ethan told you to say that... that little jerk...”

“You are correct; Mr. Pheros programmed my macros himself in preparation of your arrival,” said Rebecca as she laid a hand on her chest, “As AI of Silver Hills, I am programmed into every home, though it is up to the tenants to decide if they wish to use me or not. Conversely, they are allowed to change my programming as they see fit. Because of this, the 'Rebecca' of your room is different from the 'Rebecca' downstairs who is the receptionist,” she then gave a rather realistic laugh, “You can think of us as sisters!”

Cassava's eye twitched a bit as she looked at the holographic woman, who had on such a cheery disposition despite being, ya'know, not actually real. On one hand, she wasn't surprised to know that Ethan programmed the 'Rebecca' of their room. Her husband was a genius which machines after all. Besides, she could just imagine his stupid face as he programmed the hologram to say something along the lines of 'you must be so happy to have a husband as dedicated as him'.

Yeah, he'd probably just be laughing at himself like some sort of egotistical schoolboy.

On the other hand, it was rather thoughtful of him to program Rebecca to aid her, specifically when it came to cooking breakfast, because Cassava sure as hell couldn't do it. And while she was angered and frustrated by her husband's departure, she understood that his job was important. Without it, they wouldn't be able to afford any of this.

Even if she...

“Okay, fine, whatever, you're here, and I'm naked,” Cassava stated, “Hmmph... Rebecca.. where's my clothes?”

“Mr. Pheros has already gone through the process of cleaning your clothes, including your bodysuit,” said Rebecca as she pointed down the hall in the distance, “It is located in the room right before Mr. Pheros' laboratory.”

“Uh... thank you for that...”

“No problem, Mrs. Pheros!” said Rebecca as she gave Cassava a cheery smile, “I exist only to serve!”

“Yeaaaaaah...”

Still clinging her blanket up to her chest, Cassava scratched at the back of her head in a somewhat sheepish manner. Rebecca was such an eerily cheery woman, though the Kremian had to keep reminding herself that she wasn't technically a woman. She was just a bunch of lights in the form of one, while her mind was just some computer chip somewhere. This woman held no spirit, no life behind that smile.

Oh... she had been staring for far too long.

Quickly Cassava scurried away, her tail dancing in the air behind her as she fretfully retreated. Eventually she came to her home's laundromat, which she found herself once again comparing to the one on the Steel Orochi. The laundromat her mercenary guild owned was large and spacious, and at any moment she could find many of her fellow soldiers shooting the breeze as they waited for their clothes to be cleaned. It was largely impersonal, as it wasn't uncommon to see naked bodies sitting about, especially considering the fact that the laundromat was just a few feet away from the showers.

Their personal laundry room was smaller, but with machines that were easily twice as cutting edge. Instead of being old, brown and rusted in some areas, the washing machine and dryer they owned were stylish and silver, with smooth cuts and edges. The glass shielding of the washing machine in particular was incredibly reflective, giving Cassava quite the view of herself.

A soft gasp escaped the Kremian woman as she looked at the two machines. Her tail was hanging low a bit in a curious manner, as her green eyes moved from one end of the room, towards the holographic woman standing in the corner of it.

The... what?

“THE HELL!?”

It was Rebecca, wearing the same blouse and apron combo from the kitchen, just replace the spatula with a carpet beater. She looked at Cassava with a face of concern, while the Kremian woman struggled to cover her nude body with her blankets.

“R-Rebecca!!!” she shouted, making the hologram straighten up.

“Is something the matter, Mrs. Pheros?” she asked, “You're blood pressure has spiked considerably, even for a Kremian of your age.”

“Where did you come from!?” Cassava asked instead, ignoring the hologram's statement.

“I was created by Xiaohai Corporation for use in--”

“I meant how did you get into this room!” Cassava stated, refining her word choice as the hologram took her words too literally, “You were just in the kitchen! How'd you get in here?”

“I am programmed into every room of the house,” said the AI as she pointed towards a small lens which sat on the wall.

It was about the size of a quarter, and it emitted a blue light. Cassava squinted at the tiny machine while Rebecca continued.

“All you need to do is ask, Mrs. Pheros, and I shall appear when needed. Assuming my programming permits me to be in the room, of course.”

“Is there... any room you're not permitted to be in?” Cassava asked.

“Yes. Mr. Pheros has denied me admittance to your bedroom,” said the hologram as she nodded.

“That's good to know...” Cassava remarked as she waved her hand dismissively through the air, “Not to be mean or anything, but you're kinda creepy, Rebecca.”

“My apologies,” said the hologram, “I shall do my hardest to not be creepy in the future, Mrs. Pheros.”

“Uh... good... umm...” she looked around briefly, “Where are my clothes?”

“Right over there,” she pointed towards a  metal basin which rested beside the dryer.

“Uh-huh...”

Cassava walked over to it, eyes leering inside to fall upon a collection of her clothes. From shirts to jeans, to jean shorts and – of course – her bodysuits. Among them was her jean jacket, the one which bore the name of 'GUN VIPER' along its back.

Picking up her jacket, Cassava held it up before her as she let the blankets she used for modesty fall at her feet. It felt so smooth to her touch, the softness of the clothes being new to her. Her jean jacket had never been this soft before, and that's saying something since she cleaned it often when she was in the Steel Orochi. Even the smell of her jean jacket was amazing; it smelled like warm spring days in a valley of tulips.

Okay. Maybe there was a bit of warrior poet within her.

“Hmm... did... you do this?” Cassava asked as she looked over her shoulder towards Rebecca, “Do you just... do everything for Ethan?”

“My programming is limited to the machines within your home,” said the hologram as she laid a hand on her chest, “I have no extra machinery in the laundry room to fold and wash your clothes; I can only run the washing machine and dryer. Mr. Pheros folded your clothes up before he left for his job.”

“He did...?” she said, before smiling in a soft manner, “He... did...”

It was a bit heartwarming, honestly. If Rebecca was the one who had folded her clothes, then Cassava would have been pissed. But to know her husband actually went through the time to set things up for her considering he wouldn't be there was... nice.

“Thank you, Rebecca,” Cassava said, a smile on her face... if only so briefly, “Now can you please return to the kitchen so I can dress?”

“Right away, Mrs. Pheros.”

And just like that, the hologram vanished, leaving Cassava alone. Standing there, the Kremian woman pulled her titular jacket close to her chest, clutching it. Today, she was going to wear...

…

So this was... West City? She thought the name of this area was Sector 7. Well, she wasn't wrong; the name is Sector 7, that's just the name of the overall Sector. Said Sector – and all Sectors for that matter – was made of many, many different metropolitan areas which were cities in their own rights. She lived in an area of Sector 7 called 'West City'. Quite a weird name, isn't it?

During the night, the city was alight with neon lights which kept it in a near permanent state of life. During the day however, the city seemed quieter. The sun glowed through the dome overhead and cascaded along buildings. The cool steel reflected sunlight, basking everything in an – oddly – natural film. The cars which usually would be zooming along the highways at high speeds... were still zooming along the highways at high speeds, but for some reason even they sounded quieter.

All of life seemed to move along at a fraction of a second.

And in the center of it all was Cassava.

She stood tall on a city corner, her green eyes leering at the heavens above. She wasn't in their hovercar, she didn't have Ethan at her side. She was all alone. Or, well, as alone as one could get when in public. Her tail hung lowly behind her, swaying left and right with her stance being heavily uncomfortable and tension-filled. She felt at any moment she could explode, as all the buildings around here were just so... so...

Lavish!

Cassava had been to many places in her life, as there were many battles and many battlefields out in space. But to all the places she had visited, they were almost always in a state of duress. Tanks and ships hovered above the ground as smoldering pits and rotting corpses laid in the streets, enemy forces coming over the horizon, a series of orders buzzing into her ear; yeah, that's what she was used too.

But here? Here? The ships overhead drifted by lazily, no one was trying to kill her as far as she knew, the streets were incredibly clean, and no one was giving her orders. So why, why, why? Why didn't she like it?

Cassava leaned to the side a bit, her legs shifting as she stretched her arms behind her back. Avalon, Sector 7, West City, Silver Hills, whatever the hell it's name is, was a weird place. As she walked casually along the streets, she found herself attracted to the tall buildings around her and their smooth surfaces. There were so little places for her to run up and climb, an action she would have done without hesitation if the surroundings permitted her to do so.

The area outside of their condominium was filled with many stores, all of them selling items whose prices went far over her head. From lavish dresses to gold and jewelry and everything in between; this market street had it all. Well... save for weapons. Things like rifles and pistols, ya'know, something that would actually bring her a smile was nowhere to be seen.

But, hey, at least there was a pub nearby. A... rather high class pub with golden arches in the doorway. Peering through the window, she saw that most of the people inside weren't drinking hard liquor or beer, but instead enjoying wine.

And... they were all staring back at her. It seemed as if Cassava had smooshed her face up to the window in a rather childish manner, her green eyes wide as she looked at everything the people inside were doing. Eventually realizing that they were looking back at her in a horrified manner, the Kremian woman pulled away.

The people in that pub looked so... rich. While it wasn't like she was passing by people adorned in dresses like a ball, the number of individuals she passed on the street who flashed gold on their bodies was a bit... appalling. About the only thing metal Cassava had on her body would be wrapped around her wrists, as she currently wore her chain guns.

Was it... legal to walk around with weapons in this part of town?

Cassava was like a fish out of water, and far more than she herself knew. As she walked along the way, she saw not one other Kremian. Everyone in this area was a human, with no tails or pointed ears in sight. If any had tails or pointed ears, they must have been hidden behind those stylish pants, or stowed beneath those vibrant hats.

The feeling was mutual, as with everyone who passed Cassava on the street felt the need to turn their heads. Here was this Kremian woman among them, her tail on prominent display, and so too her body. She didn't wear much clothes in comparison to others, instead having those somewhat tight jean shorts which hugged her butt and waist. Her chest was covered in a light white tank top which didn't do much since the darkness of her bra was visible beneath it as well. And instead of some high-class heels or stylish shoes, Cassava wore her boots. Her dingy, dark, black boots.

Hey, Ethan may have cleaned her clothes, but he had no clue how to clean her shoes.

There were constant murmurs among the people who passed her, wondering if she was a Kremian who got lost from the business district or beyond, or perhaps a lost prostitute after pleasing some rich socialite. Cassava didn't seem to notice the heads that turned as she walked by, as she was still too busy looking at the buildings around her.

Stopping for a brief moment at a sidewalk, she looked up towards a road which hung suspended in the air. Running along this road was not a hovercar, but instead a magnetized train which zipped from one end of the city to the other. Cassava gasped at the sight of it, being reminded of the trains she used to ride upon years ago when she lived with Ethan in the lower levels of the city.

It felt a bit good to see something so... familiar.

BWEEP! BWEEP!

“Hm?”

Stepping back from the road side, Cassava watched as a blue and white hovercar came driving towards her. Unlike most cars in the area, this one lacked a stylish and sharp design, instead being smoother and rounder. Safer, even. This hovercar also flashed blue and red lights, but only briefly before it came to a halt at the road right beside her.

Was this... for her?

The window of the car came down, revealing two men inside clad in uniforms. They had shades on their faces, and the car they were in beamed with small machines. Curiously, Cassava looked down to see these machines better, wondering what it was. The uniformed men inside were – obviously – alerted by this.

“M-ma'am,” said the driver of the vehicle, making Cassava pull back, “We noticed you walking around the city street confused. Is everything okay?”

He was a blond young man, one with shades on his face. Shades he slowly removed to show his somewhat pretty blue eyes. He had a kind smile on his lips, while his partner – a black-haired young man – looked more annoyed or bothered. Eventually, he had to tap his partner on the shoulder to remind him of their mission.

“Shen,” said the black-haired man, “She's the woman, remember that.”

“Huh? Oh, right!” said the blond as he nodded, a coy chuckle flowing from his mouth, “Right, right... step back, ma'am.”

“Ma'am...? Are you... talking to me?” Cassava asked, before she pointed at herself, an eyebrow raised, “My name's not 'ma'am'. It's Cassava.”

“Wh... what?” said this blond officer, or 'Shen'.

“She's a Kremian, Shen. A Kremian,” said his partner as he rolled his eyes, “Remember that. She operates differently from us humans.”

“Oh... right, right,” said Shen as he chuckled in a playful manner, “Okay...”

Slowly he got out of the car, causing Cassava to take a step back. As Shen stood out of his car, she realized he was a tall fellow, being about an inch taller than she was. She looked Shen in the eye and he looked back, with a kind smile. But as he put his shades on his face to obscure his eyes, his stance became more stoic, more serious as if he was putting on a facade.

“Good morning ma'-- I mean... uh... darn...” he snapped his finger through the air, “Right... right... Miss? Miss...?”

“Missus,” Cassava corrected as she crossed her arms, recognizing that term, “Mrs. I'm Mrs. Pheros.”

“Mrs... Pheros?” Shen stated before turning to face his partner, “Hey, Alen, can you look that up for me? A... Mrs. Pheros?”

“H-hey, who are you two, anyway?” Cassava asked as she pointed at them, an eyebrow raised while Shen's partner – Alen – got to work.

“You... don't know...” asked the uniformed man before her as he turned to face her once again, “Uh.. do you live here?”

“Yes, I live here!” Cassava said, her expression starting to fume, “I'm Cassava! Cassava Pheros! I live in Silver Hills Condominiums! My husband is Ethan Pheros! Now tell me! Who are you!”

“I'm Officer Shen Duo,” said the blond as he realized Cassava had no clue that he was a police officer, “We got some calls about a Kremian woman wondering around this area of West City who... didn't look like she belonged.”

“Urgh! The hell's that supposed to mean!?” Cassava practically snapped, now feeling insulted, “I live here! Of course I belong!”

“Well, we'll just confirm that with our machines and...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Then you can go on about your business, Mrs. Pheros.”

“Got it,” Alen suddenly said, drawing attentions to himself as he turned to their computer to face them.

On this screen was a photo of both her and Ethan, photos taken for their UIDs in fact. The screen also shared a slew of information about them, such as their dates of birth, what planets they were born on, some family information, and more.

“Mrs. Cassava Pheros,” said Shen as he looked at the screen, “Married to Ethan Pheros. Live in Silver Hills Condominiums. Well I'll be...” he chuckled hardily, “Guess you weren't lying to me! That's good!”

“Urgh! Why would I lie!?” she asked, annoyed by such a statement, “And how'd you get so much information on me!?”

“You... must not be familiar with police officers, huh?” Alen replied as he shook his head, “Figures, it says here you lived in the lower levels for a year or so. Those areas don't have much police activity; they rely on--”

“Defense corporations, yes, I know,” Cassava said as she crossed her arms, “You said it yourself, I lived there.”

“Well, we're police officers!” said Alen as he gave Cassava a glowing smile, “Think of 'em like... think of a police officer like a really big defense corporation! One that protects the whole city!”

“The whole... city...?” she replied, “Do I... have to pay you?”

“Well, your taxes do that,” Shen said, “We're the force of law in Avalon!... well... at least as far as the inner rings are concerned.”

“Shen, we gotta go, we're getting a call for a disturbance on 87 and Wing Street.”

“Got it, got it,” said Shen as he suddenly appeared a bit serious, which was at odds with his jovial appearance before, “Anyway. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Pheros. Welcome to West City, and I hope you have a nice day!”

Cassava continued looking at Shen with a curious gaze, watching as the blond officer got back into his squad car. The windows were quick to slide back up, while a series of sirens suddenly began to blare from the vehicle. Without another word, the car flew off down the streets, sending up a gust of wind behind it which slightly ruffled Cassava's hair and jacket.

Her tail hung lowly at her back before slowly coiling around her leg, her expression a curious one. A 'police officer'? The term was still alien and new to her, as the idea of people protecting others for seemingly no reason was just... bizarre. They compared themselves to the defense corps which keep the law in the outer rim of Avalon, but even those guys were usually paid by someone.

No one risks their lives to protect others for no reason.

There's always a reason behind it.

Sliding her hands into her jean jacket's pockets, she slowly turned around to continue upon her travels. But as she did so, she noticed something she hadn't noticed before.

Everyone was looking at her.

“Take a photo!” she snarled at them as she began to march off, “It'll last longer!”

…

Who'd a thought that 38 hour days were this long? Sure, logical thinking says it would be typically longer but...

Damn...

At least she found her husband's collection of ballistic dummies.

RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!

The room was filled with spent bullet casings, as well as the blue fluids of injured dummies that served as their 'blood'. About seven of them littered the ground with various injuries ranging from severe, to pure decapitation. Her fingers were coated in the blood of her victims, which dripped and fell to the ground.

Her nostrils were flaring, her teeth bare in full, the room around here had splatters of blue blood on the walls, ceiling and floor. When she shifted with her feet, she tossed aside the shells of her spent bullets. The various barrels of her chain guns were smoking hot after her vicious onslaught, while a layer of sweat had formed upon her bronze body.

She was tense. For some reason, that walk she had earlier today had left her... bothered. It was like the world outside of her walls was a completely different planet. Hell, it was like the world inside of her walls was a completely different planet.

She was beginning to miss things she didn't think she'd miss. She was starting to miss Cici and her snarky remarks, Siris and his cocky glares, Bardarak and his horrible stench, and Winchester with his sudden appearances.

She was starting to miss her family.

“Damn...” she murmured to herself as her arms fell to her side, “You've only been gone a day Cassava and you're already missing everyone. Maybe you're the crying wuss.”

“Sometimes it's alright to be a... 'crying wuss'.”

“Wha!?”

Cassava shot up, her green eyes shooting over towards the door to the massive room to fall upon her husband. He stood there with his coat hanging on his arms, wearing the typical set of formal clothing she always knew him to wear. His glasses were fixed on his face, a sweet smile laying on his lips. Even his blue eyes were slightly lidded, as if even his gaze exhibited love.

Love for the crazy looking half-naked women who stood in a tight sports bra and spats shorts, with chain guns wrapped around her wrists as blood dripped down her fingers. Honestly, Cassava could be stark naked and covered in mud and he'd look at her all the same.

Though, he wouldn't be exactly oppose to such a thing.

“E-Ethan! When'd you get home!?” Cassava replied as she leered at her husband, who chuckled in such a coy manner.

“This is twice now I've caught you off guard, dear,” he said, making her pout, “First with your tail and now... this...” he looked towards her side of the massive laboratory/training room, taking note of all the destruction, “Hmm... did you... have a bad day...?”

“Tch... you couldn't tell?” she replied as she folded her arms beneath her chest, her gaze looking away, “It took you long enough to get home.”

“Yeah... I didn't expect to be called in like I did but some scientists needed help on a laser they were working on,” he replied, “And with me being Senior Laser Developer, its my duty to help them,” he sighed, “I got off from the institute a little later than usual, though Dr. Galivan wanted me to stick around a little later. But you know...” he cocked his head and smiled, “I couldn't stay, not with you home alone.”

“Heh! What am I!? A little girl!?” she replied as she puffed out her chest, “I don't need you to look after me, Ethan.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, right,” he replied as he chuckled softly, his head shaking left and right, “But I'm still happy I'm here...”

Slowly he walked over to Cassava, leering at the destruction she caused. In doing so, he could see that she was a bit... tense. While Cassava loved to train, this was less training and more evisceration. The dummies didn't look like they had been stricken in any precise manner, and looked more brutalized in all sorts of different ways. Bullets, mutilation, immolation. Ethan frowned a bit, as he could tell something was wrong.

“Cassava...” he said as he touched her hand, tracking some of the blue 'blood' on this fingers, “Is everything fine, dear?”

“Yeah, of course they are, why wouldn't they be?” she replied as she tuck her nose up at him, causing him to shake his head.

He frowned a bit at her statement, wanting to know immediately why she was so frustrated. But with how antsy she looked at the moment, he figured it would be best for her to calm down first.

“Why don't you go take a shower, dear?” Ethan stated as he gestured for the door, “I'll start dinner soon so you can have something to eat when you get out.”

“Wh-what? You can't cook,” she replied, making him chuckle in a dismissive manner.

“You haven't been here for two years. I can do a lot of things that can surprise you,” he said whilst chuckling, “Don't get me wrong, I'm no 5-Star chef, but I think I have the skills good enough to please my wife,” he turned as he began to head for the door, “You know where the shower is. I'll get started on dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassava said as she tossed some hair over her shoulders, “But after dinner, you'd better fuck me something fierce!”

“Heh heh... I wouldn't have it any other way,” he responded.

He continued on his way, a merry hum in his throat which was a bit out of character for her husband. He appeared so cheery, so happy; was it because she was here? A part of Cassava wanted to appear happy as well, wanted to be happy, but for some reason, she just couldn't muster it.

But, hey, Ethan was home now, right? They'd get to spend all day with one another, right? It'll be just like the old days...

Making way for the door, Cassava removed her chain guns and laid them on Ethan's table. Her footsteps were ginger as she returned to the rugged halls of the greater condo, her green eyes locked on the distance. She could hear Ethan toiling in the kitchen already, and clung a bit to the corner to watch her husband. His back was to her, his sleeves rolled up, the spout of the sink rushing with water. At his back was Rebecca, the hologram listing out various things he would need for whatever he was making.

“1 pound of ground beef,” said the holographic AI.

“Yeah... I'll make that two pounds of ground beef,” he replied.

“1 onion. Chopped.”

“Three onions chopped, got it.”

“4 cloves of garlic, minced.”

“8 cloves... uh-huh...”

Cassava smiled, wondering if the reason why he was doubling everything was because he knew he needed to feed her as well. And, hey, she really loves to eat. Like, a lot.

She wanted to go and join her husband in the kitchen, only to look down at her hands. Her fingers still had the blue 'blood' on them, in fact, she had accidentally created a hand print on the corner of this white wall. Oops.

As Cassava quickly scurried up stairs, she didn't notice Ethan. He glanced over towards his wife from out the corner of his eye, a soft smile on his lips. But he didn't say anything as he continued creating their meal.

Bathroom. Bathroom. Bathroom. Right, their bathroom. It was connected to their bedroom, a luxury they didn't have in their previous apartment. Glancing over to the doorway of their bathroom, she pulled it open to reveal a lavish heaven.

Was it wrong to say that... Cassava hadn't washed herself earlier that morning? Perhaps if she had, she wouldn't be so amazed by the bathroom she saw. A pure white haven, with a porcelain sink that knew no dirt or grime, a milky-white toilet that had no wear or age, and the shower.

The shower...

The shower was rectangular in shape, though the basin itself was oval shaped like a bowl. It looked to be a combination of both a shower stall and a bathtub, meaning she could take a bath if she so willed it.

Approaching the glass shower, she laid her hand on its edge, fingers dragging down its smooth and cool steel. Parting open the shower stall, she looked inside to gaze at its knobs. Time to get washing...

SKKKKKSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!

“Ahhh...”

Such warm water, it cascaded down her bronze body with a soothing effect. She felt her tense muscles begin to calm and relax beneath the water's warm touch, her hair being matted down to her body. Her tail coiled softly around her legs, as her eyes closed shut. She brushed her fingers through her hair, stroking it back as a sigh escaped her, one followed by a quivering moan.

A moan? When was the last time she moaned when washing? It felt... good. Really, really good. The showers of the Steel Orochi was typical for a mercenary guild, being largely public. She and her fellow female members of the guild would wash together in stalls, usually spending the time to shoot the breeze. But here, it was far more personal. She didn't hear Cici being snarky, or Yashama talking about some wicked kill she had. No, all Cassava could hear was the rushing of the shower and her own voice.

“Aahhh...”

Looking down to her fingers, Cassava watched the blue 'blood' of those ballistic dummies be washed away. Her fingers rubbed against one another soon after, while her eyes moved towards one of the shampoo bottles Ethan owned.

Noir... right, right, that name was familiar. He always bought Noir shampoo for some reason. It had an appropriately formal smell to it if that made any sense, and when it mixed with Ethan's natural aroma it made something...

Intoxicating...

Cassava popped the top to the Noir shampoo, allowing it to ooze it's dark-green liquid upon her palm. That smell came to her, and she curiously wondered what it tasted like. In fact...

“Blegh!?”

Okay, it's supposed to go into one's hair, not their mouth, right. Not doing that again.

Looking at the wall, Cassava began to scrub the shampoo into her hair and scalp. Her nails scratched it in softly, her mind drifting away. She wondered what her team was doing right now. Heh, probably getting drunk. Did they miss her? Yeah, yeah, they missed her.

And she? She missed them too. But she was here, here with Ethan now, and nothing would change that. Come hell or high water, she'd stay with her husband this time. There was just one, itty-bitty problem.

His job. A tad bit ironic, isn't it? The same thing that kept her away from him was now keeping him away from her. Cassava was no fool however, and understood the importance of hard work. Still...

She thought that with her here, he'd... spend more time with her than at his job.

But all things were bound to come to an end soon, right? He had requested the next week off for vacation, and from what she remembered about Aurous, that would be 9, 38 hour days.

So... uh... using basic math that's like... a lot of hours.

Yeah, a hell of a lot of hours.

Speaking of time, how much had passed since she got into the shower? She didn't realize it, but it had been over thirty minutes since getting in. She had spent all that time enjoying the shower, feeling its warm waters soothe her flesh, and scrubbing that shampoo into her head. Soap and suds flowed off her form as her body now carried with it that 'Noir' scent. Turning the knobs of the shower to turn it off, Cassava reached out to grab a towel.

She slowly exited the bathroom, towel rubbing against her face and chest as she cleaned herself off. When her eyes fell on the bed however, she saw something intriguing.

A bathrobe. It was white in color with a fluffy white edge, and written upon the chest was a name.

'Gun Viper'. It said.

“Eeeeeh!”

Cassava couldn't help but to squeal like a little girl when she saw it. Without hesitation she dropped the towel to the ground and quickly swiped up the towel. Sliding it upon her body, she felt its warm, cozy interior caress her form. She shivered lightly from the feeling, a moan flowing from her lips as well. Twirling about in place for a few seconds, she came to a halt to tie the sash around her waist.

She had never felt something so lovely lay on her body before. It was like she was being caressed by a cloud. Looking at herself in the mirror, Cassava couldn't help but to smile. She looked like a model from planet Romah.

She would have stood there to marvel at her reflection for a little bit more, but the smell of food wafted into her nose. Dinner was going to be ready when she was done showering, right? Well, she was done, time to eat!

A warm purr escaped Cassava's lips as she made way towards the living room. Running along the first floor of their home, the Kremian woman came to the banister to overlook their living room. When she did so, she looked down to the corner of the room to see their dining area. They had a glass table, and it sat so close to the panoramic window so that they could see all the neon lights of Avalon.

Ethan was there, smiling as he presented to her their dinner for the evening. Spaghetti. And a large pot of it as well.

“Dinner's served,” he said, a coy smile on his lips.

Cassava being Cassava leaped clear from the second floor to the chandelier, and from the chandelier down to the floor. Her green eyes were wide, drool hanging shamelessly from her lip while Ethan scratched the back of his head in a slow manner. He wanted to say something, mainly about how she shouldn't leap upon the chandelier like she did, but he knew saying such a thing would only make it more likely that she'd do it again. So instead he just stepped aside and presented their table to her.

“Come on. I'm hungry. You're probably hungry too,” he remarked, making her laugh.

“Hell yeah I am!” she replied, “I haven't eaten since breakfast!”

“What? You didn't go out today?” Ethan asked, eyebrow raised as Cassava slowly walked to the table, “I thought you would've gone out and explored Avalon a bit without me.”

“I... did,” she replied, making him raise his eyebrow.

She looked away, wondering if she should tell him about how poorly her venture went. Ethan could tell his wife was bothered by something, even as he filled her plate with noodles, meat and sauce. Cassava may be strong and tough, but he could read her like a book. So when she said,

“It was hella boring,” in such a dismissive manner as if to make light of a situation, he knew it was more pressing.

But before he got the chance to ask her what happened, she changed the conversation.

“When'd you get this, darling?” she asked as she tugged on her bathrobe, a smile on her lips, “It's so soft and amazing! Oooh! It's like I'm wearing the softest blankets in the world.”

“I bought it for you some time ago,” he stated as he filled his own plate with spaghetti, “It's been sitting in our closet for a while now,” he chuckled, “I can see you like it.”

“I more than like it! I love it!” she said, “It even says 'Gun Viper' right... there!”

“Heh heh heh, you're so cute, dear,” he remarked as he twisted noodles around his fork, “The smallest things excite you.”

“What? I'm not a child, Ethan!” she replied as she shook her fist at him, making him nod.

“I know, I know it's just... it's just...” he clinched at the air as he tried to collect his thoughts, “I don't know... it's like... heh... remember that time when you brought me on the Steel Orochi ship when we were still dating? And I looked at everything like--”

“You were a baby?” Cassava said as she grinned at him, “You thought our rototiller cannons were the coolest thing in the universe. Feh! That was the first time you saw me use my chain guns too, wasn't it?” she gave him a coy chuckle, “Tell me, does watching me use 'em still turn you on like it did that day?”

“C-Cassava!” he said as he realign his collar, an embarrassed blushing forming on his cheeks.

She laughed at his sudden bashful nature. But as she thought about it, his words made sense. The things he saw as usual and mundane were amazing to her, just like how the things he saw as amazing on the Steel Orochi were usual and mundane.

Cassava looked away, her expression becoming a bit forlorn. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him how Avalon was just so... strange. As much as she appreciated the lavish home Ethan had made for them, she could not deny how alien it made her feel. From the flashing neon lights, the spectacle of such luxurious buildings, the police officers, and the people.

The people.

The people and their unflinching eyes. How it frustrated her.

“Ethan I--”

Bzz! Bzz!

“Hm? What's that?” Cassava asked, slight annoyance in her voice as she was interrupted.

“It's my phone,” Ethan replied as he pulled it from his pocket.

“Well... who is it?” she asked.

“Haaa... It's the Institute,” he replied, his tone being less than thrilled with this statement.

“The... Institute?” Cassava repeated, before realization donned on her, “Wait! Your job! That's your job! Urgh! Just chuck the phone out the window; I'm talking here!”

“As much as I would love to do so, you know I can't,” he replied, “I'm Senior Laser Developer. If they need my help...” he shrugged his shoulders, “I gotta do something. It's literally my job.”

“But, ah, Ethan!”

Click!

“Hello, this is Professor Pheros speaking,” he said into his phone, causing Cassava to quiet down.

She crossed her arms and groaned, her eyes closing shut as she looked down. She felt annoyed and frustrated, all at once. She could only pray that this was just a quick call, nothing more.

But...

“You... you did what!?” Ethan suddenly shouted as he leaned up on the table, his face frantic, “That's a fully charged Proton Accelerator! Do you know what that can do when it gets overcharged!? You do!? Because I don't think you do! If you did know, you wouldn't have let Professor Cutter do that in the first place! Okay! Okay! Ugh! Fine! Haaaa...” he laid his hand upon his face, “Here's what you do. Transfer the Proton Accelerator into the reinforced room. Be gentle! I cannot stress that enough! Haaa... I'm on my way...”

“WHAT!?”

Now it was Cassava's turn to be the surprised one. She watched as Ethan stood up from the table, his face rather frustrated with the entire situation. But he was also moving fast, quickly scrambling to gather his things, namely his coat.

“Ethan! Where are you going!?” Cassava shouted as she got up from the table as well, her green eyes holding this strange mixture between anger and pain.

“This new team at the institute overclocked a Proton Accelerator,” he replied as he fixed his coat upon his body, “I've gotta get down there to fix the problem before that thing goes nuclear and disintegrates everything in the institute.”

“What!? Why don't they fix it! It's their problem!” she replied, her teeth gritted between one another.

“I honestly wish it were that easy,” he answered, “But I'm Senior Laser Developer, and they're a part of my team. Any problems they have are problems that reflect on me. Besides...” he smirked a tiny bit, “I kinda like those kids. I don't want them to atomize themselves.”

“But, Ethan...” Cassava said as she gripped his arm, tugging on it softly.

Her expression was one of need and longing as she looked at him. She didn't know what to say or what to do, she just knew she wanted him to stay here with her. This was the first day she was back, and they weren't even going to have dinner with one another?

She wanted to put her thoughts into words, but she didn't need to. Ethan understood her, knowing his wife better than he knew anyone. Laying his hand on her cheek, he reached up and placed a kiss on her lips. He didn't want to do this, but he had to do this; it was his job to do it.

“I'm sorry dear, honestly I am,” he whispered as he pulled back, before giving her a soft smile, “But I promise... I promise...” he walked away for the door, “I'll make it up to you.”

She growled, her expression of pain not fading away however, it was just mixed up with the anger she felt. She wanted to yell at him, to call him stupid for what he was doing to her. But she didn't, she held it in. She didn't want to act too emotional around him even if he could read her like a book. Besides, she understood.

All of this. This home, this life, this... everything. Was because of his job.

“F-fine!” she said in an abrasive manner, although her facade was cracking, “Just... just don't spend too much time out there, okay! And don't get yourself killed, o-or else!”

“Yeah... or else...” he replied as he nodded.

He moved up, kissing her on the cheek again, before turning to exit through the door. Out the corner of her eye, Cassava watched as her husband slipped through the door, with it locking shut behind him. She was angry, frustrated and hurt.

Oh, so very hurt.

Cassava crossed her arms beneath her bosom, her green glare hard on the door. A part of her wanted to just rush out there and scoop him up, to be that crazed barbarian most thought Kremians already to be.

But on the other hand... spaghetti. Nice and hot spaghetti. Ethan may not have been there to enjoy it with her, but damn was she hungry. So she turned to face the pot of meat and noodles her husband so meticulously crafted with the aid of Rebecca. Sitting at the table, she plunged her fork into her plate where she began to swirl noodles around it.

And a tear began to roll down her eye.

…

“So... what? He just left you? Like that?”

“Yup... just... like...” Glug! Glug! “Haa... urgh... mph... that...”

What was this bar's name? The Rusty Pig? Yeah, the Rusty Pig. Had some damn fine beer; way better than the stuff she had at her home. But, hey, Kremian alcohol has always been better than human alcohol.

The afternoon sun was rising up from the distance, basking light over the aged buildings of Avalon's outer-most rim. It was the day after, and the taste of spaghetti was still in her mouth as well as in her breath.

Cassava... didn't think she'd be back here so soon. How long had she been gone away? A day? And she was already here? She could already hear the snickering of her team. Doubly so, since it was Cici who was doing the snickering.

“I knew it...” said the younger Kremian, her heterochromatic eyes looking up to Cassava with a teasing glare, “I knew your husband would do something that would send you back to us.”

“Oh, shut up, Cici!” Cassava growled, though her green eyes remained locked on the cup of beer in front of her, “I'm not leaving Ethan, I'm just... I'm just... haaa...”

She shook her head before quickly downing the cup of beer before her. Cassava usually wasn't a morning drinker, but the way last night ended had her bothered. The bar they were in was mostly silent, save for the bartender himself of course and a few wondering patrons. Hey, Kremians may love to drink, but they aren't all morning drinkers.

“So when'd he get home?” Cici asked as she leaned forward on the bar counter, eyebrow raised.

“He got home sometime in the middle of the night,” Cassava replied as she signaled to the bartender for another drink, “But he didn't stick around long. He had to get up early to go to back to work so...” she shrugged her shoulders, “He might as well have stayed overnight.”

“You should've just dragged him back to your room and forced him to stay,” Cici commented, “He's not stronger than you, so it's not like he'd be able to stop you, ya'know.”

“That's not how things work with humans!” Cassava replied as she shook her head, making Cici scoff.

“Ugh... don't know why you care,” the younger Kremian remarked, “You know those humans could give two shits about us Kremians. Who cares how you treat them, they treat us like garbage anyway.”

Ring-A-Ding!

The sound of a bell ringing meant one thing; someone else had come into the bar. Cassava didn't mind at first, her eyes focused instead on the cup of beer she had. But when she heard this person's voice...

“There you are Cici... wait...”

She knew it was Siris.

“Cassava? That you?” he said, making her nod.

“Yeah, yeah,” said the disgruntled woman as she turned on the bar stool she sat on to face him.

Much like Cici he was dressed in his civilian clothes, though unlike Cici he still had a pistol holstered at his hip. When he saw Cassava's face his eyes grew wide momentarily, only to slide into this cocky grin. God did Cassava want to slap that grin right off of his mouth.

“Damn... he already fucked up?” Siris remarked as he shook his head, “Great. Wanna get back on the Steel Orochi? No one's touched your cot yet, promise.”

“You ass! I'm not leaving Ethan!” Cassava snarled, insulted that he'd even imply such a thing.

“Are you sure? I don't think you'd be here if it were any other reason...” he replied, making her groan.

“No, I'm not leaving Ethan. I'm just... just...”

“Pissed because he did something stupid,” Cici slyly remarked, making Cassava glare at her, “Her husband fucked something up by running over to his job. Heh!”

“I'm not afraid to kick the both of your asses, you know,” Cassava said as she quickly took a swig of her beer, “Jeeze, I come here to talk to you, and this is how you treat me? Some friends you assholes are...”

“I don't get why you're even sticking around with this human,” Siris replied as he crossed his arms in a defiant manner, “He doesn't deserve you. He didn't deserve you when you two got married, he doesn't deserve you now. He probably just thinks you some sort of trophy wife since your a Kremian 'n all...”

“How could you say that?” she replied, scoffing at his words, “You know Ethan doesn't think of me like that. And it pisses me off that you'd even say such a thing!”

“Tch, that's just how I feel,” he replied, “Look at him. A puny human like him would kill to have a Kremian like you.”

“As true as that is, I'm not his trophy wife. I'm his wife, wife!” she took a swig of her beer, her stance steadily faltering, “He thinks more of me than just someone to look shiny for him...”

“Slow down on that beer. You don't wanna be a morning drinker like Stalten is,” Cici replied with a teasing grin.

“Oh shut up... mmph!”

“Please stop filling Cassava's mind with gunk.”

“Wha?”

“Huh?”

They all turned around in unison, though the booming and powerful voice could belong to only one. It was Winchester, the mighty man leering down upon them with his singular eye. Much like they, he was dressed casually for the day as well. Granted, his 'casual wear' was still a rather imposing trench coat.

“You two who have been in zero relationships should not tell Cassava how her relationship should go,” Winchester remarked as he glared at Cici and Siris, before swinging his gaze over to Cassava, “That goes for you too, Cassava. They're not married, you are.”

Slowly he sat down at the stool beside her, his powerful hands resting on the counter. With a curt gesture of his fingers, he called the bartender over for a drink. He was soon after given a 60 ounce mug of beer, all of it filled to the very top.

“Now then,” he said as he grabbed his cup by the handle, “Why are you back here, Cassava? It's not to visit; you can't miss us that much already.”

“Heh, yeah, and after the way Siris and Cici treated me, I don't think I'll be missing them any time soon either,” she remarked as she took a swig of her beer, “Mmmph... what are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on my men,” he answered as he drank some of his beer, “The duty of a captain is never over, even on land...” he looked over to her, eyebrow raised, “You didn't answer my question, Cassava. Why'd you come back?”

“You're not my captain anymore, Winchester. I don't have to tell you anything,” she replied, making him chuckle.

“I'll always be your captain,” he retorted, “You know that...” he sighed a bit wistfully, “Now then... tell me what's wrong.”

“Ethan left her at dinner,” Cici remarked, making Winchester roll his eye.

“Haaa... thank you, Cici,” he said, “But... I was asking Cassava,” he turned his gaze back to her, “Now then... what did Ethan do?”

“He left me at dinner,” she replied, “He got a call from his job the... institute or whatever...”

“The Garand Institute?” he asked.

“Yeah... say... how'd you know?”

“Don't worry about it, just tell me what happened.”

“We were eating spaghetti. Spaghetti he made in fact,” she smiled a bit as she thought about it, “It tasted good. It was... going to be our first dinner together since I got back, right? But while we were eating and talking he... got a call from his job and had to run off. Something about some Proton Accelerator or whatever...”

“Hmm... hope no one overclocked it,” Winchester remarked between sips of his beer, “If they did, they'd probably disintegrate themselves...”

“Ah, who cares!?” she replied as she slammed her fist on the counter, “He's my husband! Mine! He! He... he should have stayed!”

“Let me ask you a question, Cassava... what's it like in your home?” Winchester asked as he looked towards her, “What home has Ethan set up for you?”

“What? Why?”

“I'm just a bit... curious... do you mind telling me?”

“Haaa... umm... well...” she murmured as she laid her fingers on her chin, her mind traveling back to her condo, “We live in a tower. It's so tall and... has so many rooms. Looking out from the balcony, you can see all these neon lights. I've never seen something so bright before, it's actually a bit scary. We have this... woman in our home who does what we say. She's a hologram and is light blue. She can cook for us and give information and everything. We have this training room that's twice the size of the one on the Steel Orochi, with walls that my bullets bounce off of. The couch is soft, our TV is huge and our bed, our bed! It's the softest bed I've ever laid in. I don't know what a cloud feels like, but that bed has to be close. And last night, I took a shower and... the shower was so great. I've never felt water so warm on my body before.”

Cassava's eyes grew wide, realization hitting her. She had just went on about her home as if it were some heaven. And honestly, it was like heaven. It was far different from the dingy, dirty, gritty Steel Orochi which she knew all her life. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes fell on Siris and Cici.

They... didn't know how to feel about what she said. It was like they described a completely different realm. No, that's not it. It was like she was describing some palace from a book. They were both scared by her words... yet intrigued.

Winchester on the other hand didn't look too fazed. He took another sip of his beer then nodded, his eyes glancing over to Cassava.

“Tell me,” he said, making her look over to him, “Tell me, Cassava. Do you think you two would have any of that if not for his job?”

“Well... o-of course not,” she replied as she crossed her arms, her expression appearing melancholic, “But... jeeze... damn! I'm just saying! I... I didn't ask for it...”

“You didn't ask for it, you're right,” Winchester said, “But Ethan's given it to you regardless. Cassava, you're life knows nothing but war. When I found you, you were disposed from your home by a war which killed your parents. And I being a warrior, raised you the way I was raised. Fighting, killing, weapons... it's all you know.”

“I never complained about it,” Cassava said as she looked at him, “That's the life you gave me and... and I'm thankful for it. I'm still thankful for it. How could I ever hate the life I've ever had? The life he's given me it's so much different and... and...”

“Better,” Winchester said.

“What?”

“Ethan's worked hard to give you the one thing I couldn't give you,” he said as he glanced over to her, “He's given you a better life. The wars we fight for other people, it's for the things Ethan has given to you through hard work. These big homes, grand fortunes, servants even; people kill other people for these things, and through working his ass off, Ethan's given it to you. He works that job so that you can have that bed that feels like a cloud.”

“But I... I mean...” she clenched at the air, “I'm just trying too--”

“He's not working hard because he doesn't want to be with you,” he said, “He's working hard because he wants to provide for you the life you deserve.”

“Urgh! What does that even mean!” Cassava snarled, “The 'life I deserve'!? Ragh! Why didn't he just ask me!? Why didn't he just ask what I wanted!?” she looked away, “I'm his wife, not his fucking daughter!”

“Doesn't matter...” Winchester replied as he took yet another swig of his beer, “Wife... daughter,” he shook his head, “Tell me, Cassava...” he looked at her, “If the roles were reversed – if he came to live with us on the Steel Orochi – what would you do?”

“What... would I do...?” she repeated as she looked at him.

“Yes, that's what I asked. What would you do?”

“I'd fight... fight harder... fight harder than I've ever fought before,” she said simply, “The more we kill, the higher the paycheck. That's how it's always been for us in the Steel Orochi. I'd kill so much.”

“And that's what he's doing,” he said, “Of course, he's not killing people, he's inventing things as a scientist does. He just wants... he just wants you to live an easy life.”

“Ahhh... shit...” Cassava grumbled as she ran her fingers through her hair, “Shit... shit... shit... damn... this is so hard...”

“Welcome to marriage, Cass...”

“Wh-what!? How do you even know this; you've never been married before!”

“Yes, but I'm more than twice your age,” he replied with a chuckle, “I've been around the block a few times,” he looked at her whilst smirking, “You should go to your husband and tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'll make the changes necessary to fix things...” and then he stood up from his stool, “Now if you don't mind...”

He leered over towards Cici and Siris, making them tense up as they were under his intense gaze. Bringing his large mug of beer over to his face, Winchester downed it all without a moment's hesitation before slamming it back down on the counter.

“Go...” he growled at them, making them nod.

“Y-yes sir!” they said in unison.

Cassava watched as Siris and Cici scurried out the bar, the mere 'go' having made them shiver in their boots. She couldn't help but to giggle at the sight, being reminded of days when Winchester would do the same to her. But now that she wasn't apart of their team, she was exempt from his commands.

She would miss that, weirdly enough.

“See you later, Cassava,” Winchester said as he paid for his beer.

With every step he took it was like the earth shook beneath him. He made way for the pub's exit, before finally slipping through the door. Cassava didn't move, not until the hem of his trench coat was no longer visible. She was at first frowning, but his words made her thing.

Ethan... he was working hard for her. And if she was in his shoes, she would have done the same. Did it anger her? Frustrate her? Yes. But she understood why he did it. And she could appreciate it. Besides, it was only one week. Come the end of the week, she'd have him aaaalllll to herself.

“Heh heh...”

Quickly she downed her beer, following it with a rather deep and savage belch which echoed through the bar. Slamming her mug on the counter, she called over the bartender to pay for her alcohol.

Oh... shit... she drank a lot. Better not let Ethan know that.

Tugging a bit on the jacket she wore, Cassava slowly exited the Rusty Pig. The sun glowed upon her, causing her to fan her hand above her eyes to help cast them into shade. What time was it? Jeeze, she'd need to get a watch sooner or later.

Running her fingers through her hair, Cassava turned to start walking down the sidewalk. But as she did so, she passed by another Kremian on the street. Yeah, in an area full of Kremians; that's not out of the ordinary in the least bit.

What was out of the ordinary was this Kremian's hair. It was white. An albino Kremian, hm? An Albino Kremian with a black tail? A two-toned albino Kremian; that's hella rare. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and wore a black longcoat.

He passed her by on the street without saying a word. Honestly, he looked like he had a place to go already. Cassava didn't mind; it wasn't like she was in a position to talk to him anyway. She had her own things to deal with.

And yet... as they passed by one another...

She felt a presence emanate from him. But nothing more. She had a home to return to.

xXx

Yeah! Finally! I posted actually on Sunday! Yes! Finally! Yeah!

And yet... the victory is a bit of a hollow one because I’m so close to 12 o’clock. But, hey, I’m getting better at it, aren’t I?

Anyway, the next episode of Gun Viper. I don’t think I have much to say about it, although I hope I was able to convey Cassava’s problems well enough. Once again, I’m planting the seeds for the future when it comes to the plot, as you can probably obviously tell. I honestly can’t wait for it all to happen; it’s gonna be a blast!

Also, this chapter was supposed to have a different ending but, like the last time, it ended up being longer than I intended it to be. Fortunately, I know exactly what I wanna write for the next one, should it should be easier. I’m actually a bit excited; I can’t wait to write it out.

But until next time, this is your renegade writer Maverick, signing out.

[thegloober]

It’s official: Yankees will face the A’s in the Wild Card Game

September 26, 2018 by Mike

Yankees 9, Rays 2: Big seven-run inning and Sevy’s solid outing drive Yankees to their 97th win

(Presswire)

What has been a foregone conclusion for weeks is now official: The Yankees will face the Athletics in the 2018 AL Wild Card Game next Wednesday, October 3rd. The game will likely be played at Yankee Stadium, though that is not yet official.

Tuesday night the Astros beat the Blue Jays and the Mariners walked off with a win over the Athletics, clinching the AL West title for Houston. Mariners utility guy Chris Herrmann clubbed a pinch-hit walk-off homer to give the Astros the AL West crown.

The Red Sox have already clinched the AL East — and the best record in baseball, at that — and the Indians have already clinched the AL Central. The entire American League postseason field is now set. Here’s the playoff picture:

Wild Card Game: Yankees vs. Athletics

ALDS: Wild Card Game winner at Red Sox

ALDS: Indians at Astros

The only thing still up for grabs is homefield advantage in the Wild Card Game. The Yanks have a three-game lead in the loss column for the top wildcard spot that is effectively a four-game lead because they hold the tiebreaker. The magic number for homefield advantage in the Wild Card Game is two with five games to play.

The Yankees and Athletics split their season series 3-3 this year. The Yankees won two of three in New York in May and the A’s won two of three in Oakland three weeks ago. The A’s visited the Yankees when the Yankees were in the middle of their best stretch of the season, and vice versa. Go figure.

These two franchises do have some postseason history, though none of it is recent. They last met back in the 2001 ALDS. That was the Derek Jeter flip play series. The Yankees and A’s also met in the 1981 ALCS and the 2000 ALDS. The Yankees have won all three head-to-head series.

Yankees 9, Rays 2: Big seven-run inning and Sevy’s solid outing drive Yankees to their 97th win

Source: https://bloghyped.com/its-official-yankees-will-face-the-as-in-the-wild-card-game/