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nottoonedin · 29 days ago
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TODAY'S ALNST FRIDAY POST WAS MADE FOR ME SPECIFICALLY. BTW
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blinkbones · 9 months ago
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Five 1-season series I watched recently, and why I recommend them/liked them:
Lessons in Chemistry
About the trials and tribulations of a woman who both fails and refuses to conform to the expectations of 50s-60s USA. The show is primarily character-driven and works on a rather… somewhat simplified and exagerrated mindset? It took me offguard at first, but was fine once I settled into the groove. My favorite part was, as I later found out, an addition for the show (compared to the book, which I haven’t read) → the neighbor being a black woman fighting for civil rights. There’s that one chunk that mixes the psychological/personal aspect of getting involved with the socio-political reality of asymmetrical struggles and I… loved how clever that was… I’ll be honest, in that the show is mostly a sort of drama/character exploration and the political painting part of it is secondary. But I mean, the drama is good, I bawled my eyes out a bunch of times, and it’s visually compelling. The protagonist reads somewhat as a modern woman dropped into the fifties and her relentlessness is actually refreshing. It’s a power fantasy in that sense – watching someone smart, fully confident in her own abilities, and what she’s worth, and owed… It’s nice. Just so that we’re clear – this show is the one I’m least confident pitching, because it’s odd in many ways and questionable in some – but I really enjoyed it and I won’t lie about that. I thought it was very good on the moment hahahaha
So give it a go if it intrigues you!! and come chat with me about the neighborhood subplots.
Cherry Magic (anime version)
About an unremarkable salaryman who starts being able to read others’ thoughts because he’s a 30 y/o virgin – but really, it’s actually about someone finding both love and confidence in himself. This is so, so sweet. Pretty funny, too. For all the silliness of the premise, the more profound core of the story is very nicely-wrought, it’s painted with a delicate touch and subtle hues. There are aspects of it that I think will hit harder if you are not a child anymore. I think I would have enjoyed it when I was sixteen, but probably not as much as I did being a worn-out adult, lol. I binged it while I was insomniac with dread, and it made me laugh like a teenager. It’s sincerely very fucking great and if you enjoy romances at all you’ll love it.
Scavengers’ Reign
About a handful of scattered space castaways on a beautiful, wonderful and terrifying planet. If you enjoy science-fiction for any reason whatsoever, I can only make this a very ardent recommendation. It has it all: the alien planet, the machines, the creatures, the cast of characters; but also the wonder, and the fear, never too far from one another. This show is a real underrated gem and I am very serious. For you, tumblr, my beloved freakopolis, it also has it all. I won’t say it – but it has what you want. […] This show is so beautiful. The planet’s ecosystem feels tangible and coherent and new and it’s beautiful and frightening most of the time. There’s something of the primordial awe of coming into contact with the intriguing unknown. Did I mention that this is an animated show?? It’s very good visually too.
Andor
About the birth of revolution – accross the galaxies, people getting tired of imperial abuse, and in the hero’s heart and mind. What I loved most was how grounded it was. This isn’t the usual star wars with god-elect heroes with a destiny. It’s about the sorry little bitches who look at their increasingly corrupted world and decide to try to do something about it. Or end up in there by accident. SO, so good. For that only I thought it was a banger. But then there’s everything else!! The worldbuilding (that prison!!)! The practical effects! The janky-looking tech everywhere! The gorgeous sets (the senator’s house HELLO <<33)! Heartwrenching details! An essayist! Not joking it changed my brain chemistry and there’s a bit of text I want to write down on paper for myself.
Machine
Mandatory « I’m sorry for all you bitches that don’t speak French » because I doubt it’ll get translated, or even subbed, anytime soon if at all. But god y’all are missing out. Machine is a freakishly fun take on the figure of the white woman being kickass through « kung-fu » (looked like every technique under the sun to me lol), yknow, Kill Bill-like? It’s also a very, very fun series about freaking Karl Marx and class struggle. Not joking, literally some fighting interspersed with karl marx quotes and also cycling. Again with a show that lays it on thick and, at first, it takes me off-guard, but I go with the flow and then it’s fucking fantastic. Suuuch a coup de coeur for me. Can’t think of a translation for it, but it means that it struck a chord and became a favorite of mine. Also made me realize I was less aware of where dreadlocks discourse is currently at than I thought (topic for a research afternoon for when I can catch a fucking break…) (bc the heroine has them). Et je m’en remets pas de l’influenceur gilet jaune lol, quelle pépite. Very mad that no one around me watched it.
Honorary mention: Jujutsu Kaisen s2
Total banger. You don't need me to recommend it to you.
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link4eva · 4 years ago
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Kiro’s Hidden Light Date Translation [CN]
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Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for your patience! I really appreciate it 💛
Just a couple of things before you begin reading. I don’t actually know any Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate. A huge shout-out to @keliosyfan​ for all the help with this translation and for also listening to me crying and screaming as I translated this date!  Sorry about your ears 😅
There is a call that comes before the date which I’ll link here!
This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t look below the cut.
Hope you enjoy~ 💛
*Spoilers for future content below!*
[First Part]
In the Temple of the Gods, the new gods gathered here for the first weekly meeting since taking office.
I was holding a thin report, standing at the end of the reporting line--
As the first star god in the God Realm, my job is too simple compared to other gods.
After the sun sets, I wake up the sleeping stars in the galaxy. This is my job.
Lord God: It’s your turn, God of Day and Night
The voice of the Lord God rang above the temple, and the man who was summoned walked slowly to the center of the hall.
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???: Lord God, I have a request…. 
A bitter feeling poured in, I lowered my head and tried not to look at the back that seemed to have become thinner--
The God of Day and Night, Kiro.
(Flashback)
I met him at the New God Training Camp years ago.
Every new god must learn about their responsibilities here, and then use their performance to assign the appropriate position.
Priest: The subsequent training is a pair of two, the grouping rules are very simple.
Priest: There are two of each kind of pastry on this long table, and two people who have the same one will automatically be matched.
I scanned the big circle with interest and my eyes landed on a pastry that looked tasty.
Just when I was about to pick it up, a slender hand stretched out at the same time.
I looked up and saw a handsome man standing beside me with a bright smile on his pale face, his eyes brilliant and pure.
Priest: After you choose, you can take the pastry and find your partner.
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Kiro: It seems that we’ve already completed the next step. *Changed some wording* 
Kiro: Hello, my name is Kiro.
MC: H-hello, I am MC.
At that time, I blushed and my heart was beating very fast. Maybe it was because his smile was too gorgeous.
Since then, we have become good partners who talk about everything.
We climbed the wall and skipped class together, and set off the fireworks behind the mountain under the stars to share every day with each other after agreeing to become true gods.
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Kiro: But….I hope we can stay together and become gods who are sincerely respected by people. 
My heart was beating rapidly at his sincere tone, and I suddenly realized that my feelings for him were more than just platonic. *Changed some wording*
I want to be with him all the time and share with him all the beautiful things in the world--
Kiro thinks the same way, right? Otherwise, he wouldn’t make the promise of “always being together”. 
Our feelings must be the same.
With this in mind, until the graduation ceremony of the new gods a week ago, the Lord God announced the new god’s proposed deity.
Lord God: ….Finally, it is proposed that Kiro is the God of the Sun and MC is the God of Night.
I happily accepted the proposal knowing that in the God realm, the God of Day and the God of Night will be regarded as an official pair.
And every day and night, they will accompany each other and will be bound together forever.  *Changed some wording*
However, I forgot to confirm Kiro’s thoughts and didn’t even glance at his expression after hearing the proposed order.
I only remember that I was happily drunk and took his hand while talking a lot.
MC: I’m so glad!
MC: When I become the God of Night, I will give you the brightest star!
MC: And, I….
I also said a lot of nonsense. As for the content of the nonsense, it doesn’t matter anymore.
The important thing is that Kiro saw the Lord God in private on the second day, which caused the Lord God to change the original plan of the gods in the subsequent ceremony of the gods.
Lord God: Starting today, Kiro alone will be the God of Day and Night, and MC will become the first star god.
MC: Did you ask the Lord God to change the proposed deity position?
After the ceremony, I asked Kiro outside the temple gate, and he nodded silently.
MC: Why?
Kiro: I….
Seeing his hesitant expression, I understood in an instant--
He is unwilling.
He would rather bear the weight of the power of two gods alone than to get involved with me anymore.
I forgot how that day went on. I just felt that I was in an emotional, shameful and sullen mood ever since.
Later, Kiro would come to me almost every day, probably because he wanted to continue to be friends with me. However, I couldn’t deal with this mood of mine, so I constantly avoided him.
Kiro: ….Therefore, I need to familiarize myself with the work of the Star God.
MC: ?
After looking back, I realized that Kiro had turned his head and his eyes met my own.
All the gods are looking at me, and the God of Prophecy with whom I have a good relationship with winked at me.
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Kiro: Would you like to spend a day with me, Star God? 
[Second Part]
After walking out of the temple, I figured out what happened.
In order to confirm the position of the moon and stars, Kiro asked the Lord God to spend a day with me and get acquainted with each other’s work.
I stood at the door of the temple with a blank stare, not understanding why he wanted to do this.
Does he really want to get involved with me? Or is it just for work? But why do we have to spend a day together if we want to allocate the moon and the stars reasonably?
I couldn’t understand it for a while, but I also couldn’t violate the Lord God’s order, so I had to stand outside the temple gate and wait for Kiro to drive the solar cart to pick me up.
His first task every day is to drive a solar cart to fill the earth with sunlight.
Even though I kept avoiding him, I often belittled myself for being useless, and at the same time asked the God of Prophecy about the situation.
During the day, he was busy dealing with various official affairs, and at night, he stayed alone in the Temple of Sun and Moon, without ever taking a step outside of the temple.
I have been thinking about all the different reasons, but this seems to be Kiro’s secret.  Even if the God of Prophecy wanted to tell me, she couldn’t speak.
??: Star God~ Congratulations~
Following the voice, the God of Prophecy walked towards me with a grandiose expression on her face.
MC: Congratulations?
God of Prophecy: Isn’t it worthy of congratulations to spend a day with someone you like?
I quickly covered her mouth and looked around nervously.
This woman can be said to be the god with the most amount of gossip amongst the gods, but she really knows all the secrets of the world. *Changed some wording*
Due to the divine order, she couldn’t tell the secret to anyone, so she often wanted to gossip about others but to no avail, and finally scratched her head in a hurry.
MC: If you talk nonsense, I will destroy your temple!
God of Prophecy: Ok, ok, don’t destroy my temple. You can destroy the gift I gave you instead.
Seeing that I didn’t respond much, she was a little confused.
God of Prophecy: You really haven’t opened the secret scroll I gave you?
God of Prophecy: As long as you open the scroll with your own hands, you can see the secret you want to know the most.
MC: ….I have no secrets that I want to know.
God of Prophecy: Then return it to me!
MC: I put it under the rock next to the galaxy. You gave it to me, how I use it is my own business.
God of Prophecy: You….
The sound of horse hooves interrupted our conversation, and Kiro stopped slowly in front of us while driving a solar chariot pulled by a horse.
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Kiro: Have you been waiting long, Star God? *Changed some wording*
God of Prophecy: Even if you made her wait for you for a hundred thousand years, it still wouldn’t be too long for her….
MC: Don’t listen to her nonsense.
I hurriedly interrupted her and immediately climbed into the chariot.
(Cut to the sky)
Kiro chuckled softly. He raised his whip and the horse whinnied and soared into the blue sky.
The daylight poured out from the chariot, the golden morning light flowed slowly like a river, tinting the colour of the sky a little bit golden.
Kiro didn’t seem to intend to return until the daylight dyed the sky.
After smooth sailing, the solar chariot stopped on a lotus pond in the Valley of Spirits.
(Cut to Valley of Spirits) 
When he got out of the chariot, the flowers and plants stretched out to reach wherever he passed. The elves woke up from their slumber and surrounded him immediately as if saying hello.
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Kiro: This is where I rest. I will come here every day after sunrise. 
MC: Are we not checking the positions of the moon and stars….
Before I finished my question, a white deer appeared.
Its breathing was laboured. It then bowed its head and rubbed Kiro’s hand, its white belly bulging. *Changed some wording*
MC: Is it sick?
Kiro looked at it thoughtfully for a while and lightly stroked its stomach.
Kiro: I think it knows that I will be here every day and come to me for help.
Kiro: It seems that it will become a mother today!
I opened my mouth wide in surprise.
MC: Do you still care about this kind of thing?
Kiro: You have to know a little about everything.
He walked to the side of the deer and put his palms close to its body. Its original anxious breathing was slightly calmer. 
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He slowly squatted down, lying his body softly on top. 
Kiro: Don’t be afraid, we will stay with you.
He stroked the deer’s belly gently as if helping it to relieve the pain.
The broad palm of his hand moved lower, and the fine fur was peeking between his fingers.
The soft sunlight formed a hazy mist on the lotus pond.
The deer’s expression gradually eased and its stomach began to rise and fall softly.
Kiro: Like delivering sunlight, what I am doing now is also part of the work of Apollo. 
Kiro: I need to witness the rebirth of everything with my own eyes.
Kiro: The existence of life is meaningful, and their blooming will bring beautiful colours to the world.
His voice was very soft, the dazzling sunlight was quietly reflected in his eyes, a clear and profound memory spread out in my mind.
(Flashback)
Not long after we entered the training camp, the priest was telling the theory of “God is equal to all beings”.
Kiro sat beside me, frowned and listened for a long time, then shook his head slightly.
Priest: Kiro, do you have any different opinions?
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Kiro: Priest, can God really be equal to all beings? 
Priest: Why do you ask?
Kiro: Because you said before that God loves all beings.
Priest: God does love all beings, why can’t all beings be equal?
Kiro: Suppose a poor mother who is committed to goodness steals rice from a robber’s house for the child in her womb.
Kiro: The robber brought the mother to ask God if she had stolen rice.
Kiro: If God answers yes, the robber will kill the mother. If God answers no, he will let the robber lose his property for no reason.
Kiro: At this time, what should God’s answer be; yes or no?
Priest: If it were you, what would you answer?
The priest smiled and turned the question back around. Kiro stuck out his tongue and scratched his head embarrassedly.
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Kiro: I am afraid I cannot achieve absolute “equality”. 
Kiro: I don’t think that God is heartless.
Kiro: As long as there is love in the heart, it will always be biased towards the other at a certain time.
(Flashback ends)
Leaning to the other side….I slowly squatted down and gently stroked Mother Deer’s head.
At the end of that class, the priest did not judge Kiro’s right or wrong. As he said, Kiro always loved the world in his heart.
He will look down at the earth intently and affectionately when the daylight is falling, and comfort for the mother deer who is waiting to give birth.
He was still as bright and dazzling as I remembered him, illuminating everything around him.
I have no stand because of his rejection, his love just happens to be unbiased to me.
But….
MC: Why did you bring me here and tell me this?
I couldn’t help but utter the doubt in my heart. He raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose into a nice arc.
Kiro: Didn’t we make an agreement?
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Kiro: That we would share every day with each other. 
I swallowed and hesitated.
MC: So, you told the Lord God that we should be familiar with each other’s work….
Kiro: That’s deceptive.
Kiro: Sorry, I lied.
Kiro: If you don’t do that, I won't know when I will see you.
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Kiro: You’ve been avoiding me…and I really miss you so much. 
[Third Part]
My eyes suddenly widened and my heartbeat gradually accelerated uncontrollably.
The tenderness in his voice was so profound and I was plunged into chaos.
MC: Why….
Why did you refuse to become the God of Day and Night with me, yet you still say you miss me?
Mother Deer suddenly squirmed and interrupted my thoughts.
It twitched lightly. After a while, a small white deer was lying behind it with closed eyes.
Kiro stood up with a smile, his eyes bright and pure.
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Kiro: Let’s go, there’s one more interesting thing I want to share with you. 
(Cut to the city)
Stepping into the city-state in the Valley of Elves, I fell in love with this lively scene at first glance.
All kinds of shops are displayed on both sides and elves who are performing shuttle through the valley.
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Kiro: Today is the traditional festival of the elves, the Sunshine Festival. 
Kiro: In order to thank God for giving them daylight, they would dance at the assembly on this day each year.
A burst of drums sounded suddenly, and the elves stopped their movements altogether.
They formed a circle, accompanied by an ensemble of flutes and danced together without a care in the world.
The lively atmosphere made me forget my complex emotions for a while. I looked around and inadvertently stared at a majestic male elf for a moment.
The elf smiled sweetly at me, then waved at me exaggeratedly.
Are the elves really passionate? This is much cuter than the gods back in the God Realm. *Changed some wording*
I also raised my hand and waved at him vigorously. He was stunned and then walked straight towards me.
As he walked, he took out a pendant necklace with a sun pattern from his arms.
MC: ?
In my confusion, my sight was suddenly blocked by a chest. I raised my head to meet Kiro’s eyes.
Just as I was about to ask him what he was about to do, he opened his palms and out came a dazzling beam of sunlight.
He folded the beam into a beautiful necklace and quickly put it on my neck.
Then, as if inadvertently, he turned slightly so that the elf could clearly see my sun necklace.
The elf immediately stopped and retreated with a hurt face. I blinked confusedly.
MC: What’s wrong?
Kiro: Today, if you give jewelry with sun elements to others, it means that they are….dance partners.
Kiro leaned over, gently holding out one hand in front of me.
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Kiro: Beautiful goddess, can I invite you to dance? 
MC: Forget it….
Kiro: If not, there’a a blood-sucking monster in the tower over there. *So I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what he’s saying here. GT gave me, “Place an order at the Fairy Ball. There’s a World of Warcraft Tower.” 😅😂*
MC: ….Is that a lie?
Before I could refuse, he naturally took my hand. The familiar temperature made me shrink back a little unconsciously, but he held me tighter.
His arm was firm, and the hot breath immediately hit me. A crimson blush made its way to the tips of my ears, and my heart was beating violently.
MC: Did you say…. you thought about me sincerely?
My chaotic brain lost the ability to think, and I actually said what I felt aloud.
MC: It doesn’t matter if you don’t answer! 
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Kiro: As sincere as I can be. *Changed some wording* 
I suddenly raised my head and looked into his eyes, pure sincerity seemed to be revealed in those blue eyes.
The rhythm of the music became more and more lively, Kiro motioned to me to follow in his footsteps, leading me in circles on the dance floor to his heart’s content.
When the music came to an end, everyone suddenly surrounded Kiro and me in the middle of the valley.
An elderly elf walked through the crowd, and the elf made a respectful gesture, calling himself the “patriarch” respectfully.
Kiro and I also gestured to him politely. He walked over and patted Kiro’s shoulder with relief.
Patriarch: I declare that they are the most unique couple for this year’s dance party!
MC: Pair??
I hurriedly let go of Kiro’s hand.
MC: No, we are not a pair!
Patriarch: What? Are you really not a couple?
The elven patriarch seemed to be a little confused, but he replied with a clear expression.
Patriarch: This child is quite silly--, you are obviously together! *Changed some wording*
I raised my voice anxiously.
MC: I said, We. Are. Not! *Changed some wording*
Patriarch: What? -You said you are?? *Changed some wording*
He smiled even more.
Patriarch: Your bond is so strong, bless you, my child.
MC: I….
Patriarch: He gave you the most beautiful sunshine jewel, which means that you are in love with each other, and your dancing is also perfect.
MC: Perfect? Our dancing?
I looked at Kiro abruptly who was smiling, his eyes were mottled with light and dark. *Changed some wording*
MC: You, you knew everything?
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Kiro: Well, I know the dance of love and harmony. 
MC: ….Is it just this?
I raised my hand and waved an enchantment to isolate ourselves from the noises surrounding us so I could let out the grievances in my heart.
MC: Do you still know why I avoided you these days and how I felt?
He didn’t say anything but just lowered his eyes.
It turned out that he really did know, but….he pretended that nothing happened. Even after giving me sunshine jewelry and dancing with me... 
I didn’t understand what he was thinking, unwilling and shameful emotions swept through my heart, and I clenched my hand into a fist.
MC: You clearly refused to let me be the Night God, and refused to be with me for a lifetime. Why do you want to dance with me?
He lifted his eyes which were flashing with emotions I couldn’t understand.
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Kiro: Can I answer this question for you tomorrow? 
Kiro: It’s getting dark, let’s go back.
MC: Why can’t you make it clear today? I’m not sure if I will have the courage to listen to the answers tomorrow.
I took a step back angrily and a monster approached the elf who wanted to give me jewelry. 
He stood behind the elf with a weird expression. In the next second, he reached out and held the elf in front of him, opening his mouth wide to reveal horrible fangs.
MC: Monster!
I subconsciously retracted the enchantment and raised my hand to send a sharp divine power to the monster. 
He tried to escape, but he was shot in the shoulder by a golden arrow in the next second.
The elves suddenly scattered, the monster latched onto the elf’s shoulders and ran to the depths of the valley.
I looked in the direction from which the arrow came, Kiro was holding a golden bow and arrow. He nodded to me and ran in the direction where the monster escaped.
(Scene change)
In the outskirts of wildflowers, Kiro and I surrounded the monster.
Seeing that he had no way of retreating, the monster slammed into Kiro who was closer to him.
Kiro stood, unmoving, and slowly raised a hand.
The last gleam of the afterglow was hidden behind the thick clouds, and the sky was completely dark.
At that moment when the monster was about to attack Kiro, a brilliant beam of silver light overflowed from Kiro’s palm.
The light gradually enveloped them, dyeing Kiro’s blonde hair silver, and under the light, the beast turned into ashes!
MC: What happened….?
Kiro looked at me and took a step back. The flowers and plants at his feet turned into dust in the blink of an eye following his movements.
I took a deep breath and stared at his feet. He seemed to notice, looking at me with a helpless expression.
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??: It’s dark, let’s go back. 
His vague response made me feel a little flustered. The answer is there: It gradually became clear in my heart, and my fingertips started to feel cold.
He must be hiding something from me.
I wanted to get close to him, but he backed away in a panic, and I had to stop.
MC: You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?
He lowered his head, his trembling eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes; full of emotions and secrets.
God of Prophecy: Do you have any secrets you want to know?
The words of the God of Prophecy rang out in my mind, and my heart throbbed.
MC: If you won’t tell me, I have a way of finding out.
[Fourth Part]
Regardless of Kiro’s surprised look, I turned around and ran back to Galaxy.
Taking out the picture scroll under the big rock, I hurriedly opened it, but there was nothing on it.
I got closer but felt a force rushing out of the transparent vortex that had appeared out of thin air.
There was a painful sensation of my body being pulled in. Before I could use any divine power, I was dragged into the scroll by the vortex abruptly.
(Flashback)
Opening my eyes again, I found myself at the doors of the temples.
The majestic palace was deserted, and the voice of someone talking came from the hall. I turned my head towards the sound and saw Kiro above the hall.
Am I….in the picture scroll?
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Kiro: I discovered a secret in the book, and I have come to ask you to verify it. 
Kiro’s sudden voice interrupted my thoughts. He lowered his head and stood before the Lord God in the lowest possible position.
Kiro: Legend has it that every night the Night God will be cursed by the night, and the Night God will destroy all the living beings and things around him.
Kiro: Many night gods were unable to endure the desolation around them all day long, and eventually came to their own destruction.
Kiro: May I ask the Lord God, is this true?
Lord God: This is the fate of the night god.
Lord God: I let the sun gods accompany the night gods each time, just to try and heal them with the sun god’s divine power, but the effect is minimal.
Kiro took a deep breath, his hands trembled slightly.
Kiro: Please, Lord God….exchange the positions of me and MC.
Lord God: I have already issued a draft order yesterday. Are you sure you want to change it?
Kiro lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his head firmly.
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Kiro: Then please let me be the god of the sun and the moon. 
Kiro: I promise you that no matter what happens, I will not destroy myself.
The Lord God’s expression became a little hesitant thinking over Kiro’s proposal.
Lord God: Are you sure that you will live forever as the god of night and never self-destruct?
Kiro: I am sure.
The Lord God was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his slow and flat tone seemed to be putting a curse on the gods.
Lord God: From now on, you are the sun god Kiro, witnessing the rebirth of all things.
Lord God: You are also the night god Helios, all darkness and death surround you.
Lord God: You will bear the curse of darkness on her behalf, struggling between light and darkness forever, and you must not give up.
There was a tingling pain in my heart and I took a couple of steps back….it turned out that everything he did was for me.
Time and space changed again, and I arrived at the drunken night of the graduation ceremony.
(Flashback)
I watched myself leaning against Kiro’s arm, staring up at him. 
MC: I’m so glad!
MC: When I become the God of Night, I will give you the brightest star!
MC: Also….we will be like sun gods and the night gods before!
Accompanied for life, forever bound together.
—This is the reason why I dare not look at the scroll for too long. After I finished speaking, I fell into a deep sleep.
And the secret I wanted to know most before was Kiro’s response after I confessed.
I didn’t dare open the scroll, I was afraid of hearing his rejection with my own ears.
Unconsciously holding my breath, I saw his eyes so full of tenderness, as if looking upon the most precious treasure in the world. After a long time, he lowered his head slightly.
The moment our lips touched, a cold liquid dripped on my cheeks.
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Kiro: We will. 
Kiro: I also want to be with you forever and ever, together.
My nose scrunched up, and I stepped forward subconsciously, but the dazzling light came in an instant.
(Flashback ends)
The palm of my hand was held by a cold one, and when I opened my eyes, I returned to the galaxy.
I looked down at the hand that was holding mine. The broad hand was soft yet powerful as if it would protect me from all dangers.
Looking up from my arm, I look up at the person coming--
Helios sat next to me, looking at me worriedly. Because of his approach, the shoots that had just emerged from the moist soil immediately lost their lustre of life.
The stars in the pond of the galaxy were extremely dim, and the faint starlight reflected on Helios’ profile, making his face even more gloomy.
As if sensing my gaze, Helios instantly retracted his hand, got up immediately, and stood far away from me.
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Helios: You didn’t look well back at the Sunshine Festival, so I chased after you…. 
Helios: Are you okay?
MC: I’m fine….
But what about you?
I took a few steps towards him, trying to clearly see the emotions in his eyes, but the warmth of them blurred everything in front of me.
How can Kiro, who has always treated people kindly, face all the barrenness and devastation that he causes after each night?
I don’t know anything about it, I just avoid him and don’t allow him to explain.
Feelings of regret and guilt hit my heart, and I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say.
His eyes avoided mine as if he didn’t want me to see him like this.
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Helios: If you are okay, I will leave first. 
I hurriedly took his hand, anxiously trying to keep him from leaving.
MC: Didn’t we want to share this day?
MC: The day isn’t over yet, and I haven’t shared everything about me with you.
Worried that he would refuse, I took the initiative to drag him to the galaxy. He stood far away, his hands and feet somewhat cemented.
Helios: I’m afraid my power will destroy your stars.
That bitter feeling came up again, I ignored it and took his hand gently, and a star was raised in the galaxy.
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MC: No, I am here. 
He seemed a little scared, his hands trembling imperceptibly.
I tried my best to force a smile, wrap his palm in mine, infusing a supernatural power.
The stars lit up instantly, shining with golden lights, just like the sunlight rising from us.
Something in his eyes seemed to kindle, and he stared at the stars in his hands unblinkingly, as if he did not dare to use a trace of strength.
Seeing him so cautious, with nerves tingling, I took a deep breath.
MC: I’m very sorry.
MC: I didn’t know anything about this earlier, and I kept doubting you.
Helios: I shouldn’t hide from you, and I never want to hide from you.
Helios: It’s just that….I didn’t know what to say.
Helios: I don’t want to make you feel guilty.
MC: I won’t be like that again in the future.
MC: But please let me stay by your side every night like I am now, and accompany you through the most difficult moments of the day.
Helios froze for a moment, his cold eyes trembled lightly as if an unconcealable emotion was about to come out.
Helios: Don’t you think…. I am a very bad night god?
MC: No, your intention was never that way.
MC: You will look at each life tenderly, respecting the meaning of their existence.
MC: You took my place and endured all the darkness for me, willing to fall between light and darkness every day.
MC: You are the most competent, gentle, and best god I have ever seen.
I slowly put my forehead against his and watched his eyes gradually shine brightly.
MC: So, if it’s not too late for you, I want to honour my promise that night to you.
I pressed my hand to the back of his hand holding the star.
MC: I want to give this brightest star to you.
MC: This is the first thing I wanted to do after becoming a star god.
A warm smile overflowed from the corner of his lips, and the star in his palm was close to his heart.
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Helios: I will accept it wholeheartedly. *Changed some wording* 
MC: I still have a lot of things I want to do with you and a lot of things I want to say to you, is that okay?
He looked at me deeply for a while, and the starlight flickered in his blue eyes.
Helios: Of course.
MC: So….if I say I also want to share our lives together….is that okay?
Helios: This is obviously the question I should be asking you.
Helios: I want….to share my life with you.
He looked at me, his eyes no longer avoiding mine, but he was a little quiet which made me feel distressed and sad.
MC: It would be my pleasure.
The flickering starlight was gentle and bright, softly illuminating the smile in his eyes.
Helios: Let’s start now.
Helios: This week, how did you spend every day, what happened. I want to hear you tell me in person.
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Helios: Before the stars fall asleep, we have time. 
End
(You can read the call that comes after the date here!)
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i-like-turkey · 3 years ago
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Not to get overly personal on main, but…I’m going to get overly personal on main because the Kacy backstory is hitting way too close to home and this @100hearteyes post isn’t helping.
So a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I had a work thing in San Francisco. A few days before I left, I passported there with my tinder account, changed my profile to say I’d be visiting, and started swiping. I matched with this gorgeous woman. Her ‘about me’ section had info in it that I absolutely could run with. It was the equivalent of seeing a fat pitch. I sent her a message and knew before she responded that I had l knocked it out of the park (yes, I am a Leo). We started chatting and it was a matter of ‘when’ not ‘if’ we were gonna hang out.
Unfortunately, my work obligations were pretty intense and she also had a very demanding job, so we couldn’t do anything my first few nights in town. I did extend the trip for a few days because my sister was living in Oakland at the time and had just given birth to her first kid. So finally on my last night there me and the woman met up at a queer dance party. The connection was electric. The conversation was easy as hell and it didn’t take us too long to get handsy. We made out a little by the bar, danced for a few hours, then really started making out on the dance floor. I know my hands ended up in places they shouldn’t have 😳 so we bailed and went to her place and had some fun times 😏
We both woke up way earlier than we should have. I needed to leave because my flight was that evening and I had to check out of my airbnb and meet up with my sister to get in a couple more hours of Aunt time. But me and this woman were able to carve out another hour just for us. We cuddled. Talked about some heavy shit. I told her some stuff that I’ve only told a handful of people. We kissed goodby in her living room. I was half sitting on the edge of her couch and I can remember where I had my hands and I can remember where she had hers and I can remember how it felt and I think that’s maybe the most memorable kiss of my life.
I’m not one for relationships. I was casually seeing two girls back home at the time of this hookup. Morning afters usually freak me the fuck out. I prefer to bail in the middle of the night. But everything with this woman just felt different. I wasn’t panicking and I really didn’t want to leave. But I did and that was the end of it.
I think about her probably once a week. There’s two explanations for this: (1) I was genuinely vibing with this woman and this is a classic ‘one that got away’ situation; or (2) I’m aromantic in practice, but obsessed with romance in theory—hence my presence in wlw fandom—so I’m elevating the importance of this hookup in my mind because it’s safe to do so. Like I can make it more important than it was because I’ll never see her again, so there’s no chance that I’d be called on to be more serious than I think I’m capable of being. Or maybe it’s something else. Idk.
I have no idea if she remembers me or if she thought our time together was as electric as I do. But whatever. She’s a really cool lady. I hope she’s out there somewhere absolutely thriving.
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That person might not have said top ten but I would like to see the other five underrated animes 👀
(First post) I’LL KEEP ‘EM COMING, I LIVE FOR RECOMMENDING ANIME. I keep changing my mind on which ones to include because there’s so much good shit out there.
By the way, all of the recommendations in this list AND the last one are 26 episodes or less and tell a complete story. No cliffhangers, no “finish the manga to see the finale”, no “where’s the rest of it???” endings. That’s why, for now, Stars Align and Princess Jellyfish still get stuck with the honorable mentions even though what’s been made for both of them is incredible.
1. The Tatami Galaxy (Drama, Introspective)
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The director behind Ping Pong the Animation and the original author behind Eccentric Family join forces to make Tatami Galaxy, which capitalizes on the best strengths of both shows. The protagonist is a lonely college student facing the prospect of graduating after having thoroughly wasted his college years. He bemoans how circumstances outside of his control, from conniving fake-friends to selfish and shallow extras, have conspired to ruin what should have been a “rose-colored campus life”, and wishes he could do it over again so he can get it right.
So he does, with the show using avant-garde animation and abstract storytelling to explore all of his threads of what-ifs. The plotlines seem separate but weave together and subtly build on each other, culminating to a finale that explores the meaning of relationships and who you are in the absence of outside forces that can define you. It’s heartfelt, funny, raunchy, and deep, and perfectly encapsulates the existential dread of being in college. I watched it for the first time when I was about to finish undergrad and it hit like an emotional freight train, then I rewatched it during quarantine and it hit like a truck. This is one of my top favorite anime of all time.
2. Re:Creators (Fantasy, action)
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Most of the anime I’ve put on these lists get their spots for being deep, nuanced, and delicately crafted. This is not one of them. But, by god, is it one of the most over-the-top fun shows I’ve ever seen. Re:Creators is a rare reverse-isekai. Fictional characters from popular anime, games, and manga suddenly start turning up in the real world, instructed to “find your Creator and reshape the world you came from”. The soundtrack by Hiroyuki Sawano is bar-none one of the hypest things out there; seriously, just listen to Layers, the song for a character from a grimdark everyone-dies series begging her author to tell her why.
The characters in this show are so fun to watch bounce off each other, even if they’re not as “three dimensional” as others. Magical girls fight Stand users, mechs face down scifi-noir detectives, Lawful Good Paladins go toe-to-toe with Chaotic Evil light novel villains.  But by including the artists who imagined these characters as characters themselves, it also has a lot to say about the creative process, the reasons people create, and the relationship between an artist and their work. Between the high-octane fight scenes, there’s a surprisingly human and genuine throughline.
3. Sora no Woto (Slice of life, music, post-apocalyptic)
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This show is another of my favorite examples of worldbuilding done right. A young girl joins the army as a bugler because it’s one of the only ways she can learn to play music. The episode plots focus on how she and her tiny regiment of young women stationed at a small town in the middle of nowhere deal with day-to-day troubles, while the details of the world around them slowly fill and round out the picture of a broken society where people still just... live. They still create myths, they still have festivals, they still blow glass and tell ghost stories and make art. The plots seem inconsequential, until the world built into the background becomes too prominent to ignore. The background art and music is some of the most gorgeous I’ve seen. It’s part of a genre I’ve been calling “soft apocalypse” and it’s been one of my favorites for years.
BONUS MENTION: Girl’s Last Tour (Slice of life, post-apocalyptic)
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Yes, I’m cheating, but listen. Girl’s Last Tour fits perfectly into the canon narrative provided by Sora no Woto, just set in the far future, a few apocalypses later. It’s got less of a main plot, because there’s almost nothing of society left, just two girls wandering together through an abandoned world. It’s soft, introspective, and bittersweet, showing how humanity is still humanity no matter how few people are left. Despite having nothing about their productions in common, it’s the perfect spiritual successor to Sora no Woto and they deserve to be recommended in the same spot.
4. Tamako Market (+ the movie) (Romance, slice-of-life)
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This show is the platonic ideal of a soft, heartwarming, sweet-as-sugar, slice-of-life romance. It follows the daily life of Tamako, a high school girl who lives above a family-owned mochi shop in a shopping center, who is followed around by a talking bird trying to find a bride for his prince in a far-off land. But really the show isn’t about the bird. The show is about love in all its forms. The love that the other families in the shopping center have for Tamako, the love that she and her friends have for each other, the love they have for the activities they’re passionate about, the love you feel when someone makes you a cup of coffee, fated love, childhood crushes, family love.
Something about this show that also stands out is how gently and naturally it incorporates some of the best queer representation I’ve ever seen in anime. One of the shop owners is a kind and soft-spoken trans woman, who is never the butt of a joke, never questioned, never treated as different, loved all the same. One of Tamako’s friends is gay, and her crush on Tamako is treated with as much respect and care as every other moment in the show. This series never makes you flinch for fear of “representation” that turns sour. It’s the epitome of a feel-good show.
5. ACCA 13-Territory Inspection Department (Political, mystery, drama)
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Yes, I keep saving my favorites for last on these lists. I can’t describe this show as anything but the perfectly written plot. As a rule, I don’t like political dramas, and this is one of my favorite anime of all time. It’s set in a fictional country, where 13 regions all exist relatively independently under one collective monarchical ruler, and follows Jean, an agent of the independent Inspection Department, which acts as a check and balance to each power. The series begins with Jean being assigned a full review of each territory while the powers-that-be field whispers of a coup. This show masters foreshadowing, intrigue, escalation, and mystery. The stakes build and overlap on scales from intensely personal to national. The pacing is amazing, keeping tension balanced with plot twists that answer more questions than they ask.
Plus, it’s got one of the most visually appealing and stylized openings out there. I realize that political drama isn’t exactly escapism right now, but believe me, this series is worth it.
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charmed-asylum · 4 years ago
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🐍 Envious Lover 🐍
Summary: With no where else to go Loki has only one last option to save his home and that you. What can worst then going to your ex, a goddess of gods.
Loki x Reader ( goddess)
Word count: 3,733
⚠️WARNING ⚠️: Goddess being everyone goals, Loki being a jealous sassy boy, Thor being his adorable self, sassy reader , goddess reader, I little of bow chicka wow wow, angst, and a lot more I can’t remember
A/N: I wrote this for the @finleyjayne rainbow writing challenge. I have dyslexia so if something wrong please tell me. This is also my first fanfic I have ever wrote. I had a lot of fun and I just gain more respect then I had before for fanfic writers. Thanks to @kity for pushing me to do it. Also thanks to @hellcaster901 @deceitfuldevout @linkispink1995 for being wonderful to me during this process ❤️ you guys. Alright enjoy and CONGRATULATIONS TO FIN for this wonderful achievement!!!!! ( also check out master list for some goodies)
Tagged: @alagalaska @linkispink1995 @deceitfuldevout @hellcaster901 @alias-b @opheliadawnwalker3
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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You stood tall like a stem of beauty. Your hair was glowing with a dark lust in the bright dying sun. You were a mystery. Your eyes were keepers of souls and secrets, and your voice was made of silky waves of desire. You were a siren and with one sound– even one as quiet as a whimper or soft moan– any man would be forevermore trapped in your grasp.
“Who, father, should I give a good night kiss for such a surprise? Cry of a tear as the lady finds such men without a breath,” you asked softly as you walked down the hallway covered in ivy. Loki rolled his eyes. He couldn’t deny you were the woman of his dreams. Unfortunately, he was also far too stubborn to ever admit this.
You were still bitter after the untimely death of your fiancé. You spent your days hosting high-end balls and festivities. You spent your nights playing with the hearts and passions of the endless stream of men begging to please you.
“Aren't you the whore of all things gold,” Loki said, his words laced with sweet venom.
“You know, when I was born of triumph at the end of all galaxies, my mother looked me dead in my eyes and told me that I was dangerous. Want to know why little boy?
“Oh please do tell me why, pet,” he said as he rolled his eyes. He was intrigued by you and the idea that you had a bit of a dark side only made him want you more, but of course, the god of mischief wouldn’t let you know that you had power over him.
“Because even though I may look like only possession or pet, I am more. So much more in fact that all gods come to me. They bow down to me, pray to me, and hope that I bestow my love onto them. Whenever there is no one left, I am their sole hope and their end. As they sleep at night in a room full of guards, they are unaware of how easily I could slip inside their room and slit their throat. How easily I could sink my teeth into their necks. How much I want to inject them with the green venom that drips from my painted lips. They have no idea how precarious their situation is whenever they are in my presence.” You said as you glared down at him.
“And do you kill them?” Loki asked as he cleared his throat. You smirked at him as you sensed his fear and attraction to you.
“Maybe one day you will know the answer to that question. Until then, all you need to know is this: I am not a whore of all things gold as you say. I am hope and peril all wrapped into one. I am an empress. You are in my kingdom. So act as such,” you said as you walked past him. Your head held high as you ambled into a garden full of gold and green.
He turned to follow you and tried to act as disinterested as he could, but the sway of your hips made him feel the blood rush to his face and other parts as well. With each step closer he could hear the loud boom of commotion. There was loud music drifting through the air. It was another party. Loki knew that while you basked in a lively and over the top way of life and love from admirers, it was all just a facade. That victorious smile and eyes that sparkled with grave darkness told him everything he needed to know. You were just like him: alone.
“You say such harsh words. Are you not going to enjoy such a garish party? What is the cause of the celebration today? Oh, I know! It must be that you got a brand new pair of shoes or a tiara maybe,” Loki said with a cocky smirk. He was trying to egg you on because if he can get you angry maybe you will reveal what he suspects to be behind that mask of yours.
You walked by a pond in the center of your garden and gently sat on a rock. Below you, your reflection looks back at you, judging you with a mirror of truth. Your long dainty fingers with gold claw-like nails dip a few fingers in it to disturb its image. He wondered if you had even cared enough to listen to his words.
“Do you know why I love this pond?” You asked, not waiting for an answer before you continue. “It has to do with the unpredictability and volatility of life. Everything can change. It only takes a second for the odds to flip to another’s favor, but this,” you looked up into his dark eyes. “It always remains the same.”
You took your hand out of the water, “You came for an alliance and my loyalty is with you, as always, but this time it can’t be against him,” you said and pointed at Thor, who was too busy playing with the snake in his hands to notice. You smiled at the gentle playfulness of this giant. Even with all he had been through and everything he still will endure he remained the same hopeful man as before.
“Isn’t she gorgeous? It was a present from your dear brother. It follows me as I go. Just like the one who gave it,” you said laying back with lust in your eyes. Loki licked his lips as you gave him a seductive wink. He took a deep breath as he tried to ignore the way that seeing you like this made him feel. You were flirtatious by nature, and you loved taunting and provoking men until they go mad.
“We come here in the hope that you assist us in fighting our dear long lost sister, Hela. Surprisingly, she’s more of a pest than you,” Loki said as he tried to gain back control and push you further away.
“Did you know that once your dear brother turned into a nasty green snake in order to scare off my suitors? He stopped when one of them tried to catch and cook him. After that he cried like a baby for hours,” you said with a smile.
“Oh, Thor. Do you mind giving me and Loki some time to talk? There’s ale and a huge feast inside. Do make yourself at home, love,” you said, your eyes not leaving Loki’s.
“Yes, my lady. Brother, I feel this lady can be the woman of your dreams and maybe make love by the fire on her bear fur rug in her chambers.” Thor said gently, putting the snake down. Loki’s face burns red as the embarrassment of him talking in his sleep and you find out what he dreams of is revealed.
“You idiot! You’re not supposed to repeat that out loud,” Loki hissed.
Even though your face remained neutral, you took enormous pleasure at this new revelation. Your mind returned to the sensual thoughts which you had had for years. You pushed your shoulders back and walked close to Loki and turned to whisper in his ear, “who knew red was such a beautiful color on you.”
You laughed as you watched Loki once again struggle to find words. You placed a small four-leaf clover behind his ear and gently placed your hand on his cheek. It had been so long since you last felt each other’s touch. After one touch it all came rushing back. All the long nights in the thrill of a secret affair. Loki's hands followed yours. Hands rough from many years of labor he went through wrapped tightly around yours.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, my dear. Things didn’t go to plan as I hoped. I thought of you every long night,” Loki said placing his lips to the back of your soft hand.
“I could tell you that you dress like a poser. You try too hard. Not like a king you are destined to be. Still, you gallop around making a joke of me. Playing pretend. I waited and had to be chosen as a bride you know,” you said in a deep tone. For such an innocent and gorgeous woman, any man or beast would be fearful if they ever tried to cross you. That in itself made him obsessed with you. His other hand dipped behind you and brought you closer to him.
“I know. You know your mine and still, you choose to always play with me. I may be the god of tricks but I don’t like it when I’m trick on. Sad that fool had an untimely death Huh” Loki said with eyes full of ideas.
Your eyes flutter a bit through your thick long lashes before biting Loki's finger. Giggling a bit you pull away and turn a few times, your gorgeous evening gown turning into a forest green cocktail dress.
“You made me shear tears. I promise you that won’t ever happen. If so I turn you into my plaything like that “you said snapping your finger before walking towards the party.
Mumbling under his breath he ran after you. Before you could step foot into the grand ballroom Loki turned you against the wall and held you tight. Those eyes turn darker than the midnight sky. Lips parted just for a before snapping back in place. Everything about him so addicting.
“Pouting and snapping your fingers doesn’t look so flattering on you. I’m done with this chat. You're a fool with tiny tricks, maybe you could do some for entertainment. Once you grow up then I shall speak to you only when you're being reasonable, Loki!” you said before storming off. That right there drove Loki over the edge. Even with all his tricks and harsh words you always cave in but not this time. You meant what you said. Even your eyes smile all used to be the brightest for him. No matter what you were always on his side. Maybe this world you create shape was more a prison than a simple paradise he first imagines.
Most of the night he couldn’t find you in the sea of people. Till he hears a familiar laugh echoing throughout the room. Rubbing his forehead he prays to high gods alike that he wasn’t embarrassing himself.
To his surprise, it was far from it. Thor stood in the center of attention telling stories lively of battle he played a role in. What made Loki's eye twitch just a little bit more was who Thor had to hug tight to his side but you. You laugh at the mimicry of everyone around you. As if you could feel his eyes on you playfully slap Thor peck before wiping a tear from his eye and feed him another green grape. Hand resting on his chest rubbing little circles laughing.
Loki had to think for a second each time you found someone or thing to replace him he would find ways to either manipulate them to leave or just got rid of them altogether. Could he do that to Thor? Hell yes with the pleasure she might take care of two problems once and for all. But he had more pain than you and his dear dopy brother.
“Oh, Loki. Sweetheart. Please come, your brother was just telling us of a green giant they call a Hulk and it's smashing you like a rag doll” you said into your glass of champagne.
Letting out a deep breath. He looks at the two very disappointed. “That beast is far too dangerous than most beasts you ever saw. You too would be a stump. Pet” Loki said with his arms cross over each other tapping his foot.
“I don’t know. What bolt here telling me isn’t so bad. Sounds cute” You said in a baby voice with a hand on your hip and a resting bitch face.
He glances around before grabbing a glass of green champagne and gulping it in one sit. They had no time to play. All this time could be spent figuring a way to save their land before it is too late. Throughout the night he watches as you gracefully walk around talking laughing ignoring him.
“Dear brother if my time on Earth has proven any knowledge besides they are helpless beings. This thing they call emotions. Lady Jane and my fellow teammates talk a great deal. Maybe if you say I’m sorry for whatever she will forgive you instead of demanding her and her attention solely on you” Thor said drinking some ale.
“Do I look like a lost puppy like you? I can do many things but to apologize to her when she should be but in my debt for me of all things but to fancy her. No, I -“ he stops when he sees you slip away from the party “will do that right now,” Loki said running off after you.
With a gentle touch of green smoke, you disappear before his eyes. Well, this wasn’t something he didn’t see coming. Hours he spent looking high and low far and near for you. Before he finally decides to give up he saw a dim light at the end of the emerald cover walls hallway. A familiar song melody dances in the air. The closer he got he could see your back through the crack in the door as you look at something in your hands.
“If you're going to lurk, at least be slick with it,” you said, your back still facing him.
“Wasn’t looking for you, more like a bathroom. For a fortress, there aren't many. I want to leave one last surprise for you” Loki said, leaning against the door, locking it.
You roll your eyes and walk by a gold satin curtain. A second later arriving from behind with a more revealing outfit. Loki's eyes nearly his socket when you face your backside towards him.
You comb your hair I’m in front of a mirror, “What Thor said earlier is that truth, do you wanna take me raw on my Kermode fur rug? You old kinkster” you look at him through the mirror while combing your luxuriant hair.
You said one thing, but your tone meant another. God how he wishes it didn’t work the way it did. From the innocent but deadly eyes to the way your hands play with your hair, to the way your mouth moves when you speak. God was he in trouble. But he needs you right now. Maybe it was more than he thought or wanted to admit.
Before he knew it you had gotten up and was standing chest to chest to him. Reaching close you look up in his piercing sad but serene eyes then glance to his moist lips. SLAP Loki curses under his breath as he looks at you glared into your eyes. Raising a finger he frowned a bit, “are you out your mind” he hissed. You shrugged your shoulder and smiled, bitting down on your gold frost nail.
“No, I am. I told you that rage and anger will get you nowhere. How dare y-” before you could finish your rant Loki grab you by the waist and shove his mouth onto yours.
Shock by this action you tumble back onto that so rub with him. Even as the pain rushed through your backside you didn’t care as you grabbed tight to his back clawing tight. Marking him. Your mouth dancing with his sucking the air out of one another. His hand slipping to the back and unclipping your green with a gold trimming bra. With his pale long fingers trail his hand from your waist up to cup you breast gently as he left bite marks onto your neck. A deep breathless moan came out as you grabbed onto his long black hair. Looking up to your eyes he smirks and starts to continue to attack your body with such pleasure. “How dare you make me have to come back and you go flaunt yourself around. I thought we both knew your mine and not one else” he said biting down right below your left boob.
“Fuck Loki shut up for once and continue what you're doing. You never officially told me I was yours as you left me behind. So....S...Stop your whinnying” you said pulling him closer to you and bit his neck.
“But you’re wrong before I left I gave you that ring on your finger. Love and that means your mines, not your idiotic ex and most definitely not goodie two shoe brother, Thor’s” Loki said in a scathing tone.
One hand grips tightly around your neck as the other gently grabs some fat off your thigh. Your body curves into his touch begging for more. Each breath was shorter than the last sweat dripping down his forehead. And right as Loki ripped off your thong, you pushed yourself so that you were on top straddling his lap gazing down at him. A huge grin appeared as you grab both hands and move them above his head, your hips rocking back and forth as you kiss him, each one pulling more and more force with it. Instead of moans and curse words, you giggle softly.
“Say it. Say what I want to hear and I’m yours no more games tricks and lies. Say it and this thing you're so proud of would be more than costume jewelry. I will be yours forever and I would stand by you as you become victorious my true king” You hissed. His eyes darkened as he watched you continue to attack him with each hump. Stars of the night started to fulfill his vision and he could see green mist cover the ceiling. Before he could say anything else a cruel comment or a backhanded compliment he shouts out your name. So loud even those in your party could hear it. Thor looks around and smiles into his cup knowing that once the act is done not only would he be in favor of his dear grumpy brother but owe many thanks to you.
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Loki looks up to you from the floor both of you basking in such glory after hours of nonstop pleasure. Turning onto his side he leaned his hand on his head and watch you, sitting at your vanity table. You were rubbing lotion with gold leads onto your smooth skin. What he imagines and what happened was way beyond his dreams. Even he has to admit maybe leaving you so long ago was a bad mistake. One he hopes to never do again.
With that, he decided it was the time of being a fool, and once again the man the king loves to hear you say he is.
“My love stopped what you are doing and looked at me. I have something far more important than that” he said taking your tiny hands into his. You look at him with such awe and desire.
“I am not one to say such words or to admit such things. I grew up in this world alone feeling like I was more a burden than a child. With all this, I grew darker as tar. My heart was cold as ice. Even with that, you love me. Even when I’m thrown down and laughed at, you show over and over your loyalty. For so long I thought it didn’t matter. Hell-bent to not cave into their ways. But as I made my journey to that world my brother fell so in love with, I then realized my mistake. I thought if I can be a ruler of one world alone. Worried you won't see me as fit as your husband. Instead, I was lonely and felt deep into the darkness you are so gracious to help me from. I even miss the friendly banter I and my brother have a share. In all I’m sorry. You're not only my pet but my queen. And I hope you huh show you for the rest of my days” Loki said onto his knees pleading.
Coming close you place a gentle kiss him on the lips. Looking up with a huge smile. Finally hearing the words you've wanted to hear for centuries. Loki took your ring and moved it to the wedding finger and picked you up. Your arms wrap tight around his neck pepper kissing him giggling like a little child.
“Loki you silly slick snake. I made up my mind I was coming with you the second you step foot onto my land. This world has been lonely and parties are no fun without you. And I hate that sister of yours and would love to see her eyes as she takes her last breath. And while your dear brother is busy with her we can plan to take over. Once and for all. With you finally king and me by your side as queen. Now let me go so I can collect my prize from Thor. And we can be on our way” you said with a wicked grin on your face.
“YOU WHAT!”Loki said, stunned but also turned on by the trick you played on him.
Touching his cheeks she nodded yes.
“Thor and I had a bet. After he asks me to be a part of this club of yours revengers. He thought as a stubborn prince you would last longer and I said within the hour. I will always know you better than you do yourself” you said pitching him cheek a little.
Shock not only did you trick him but you got his brother enlisted as well with your plan.
“I can’t believe you got me. You naughty pet you. I should punish you for this or maybe I will reward you” Loki said.
Getting up you waltz across the room to the bathroom and turn, “Oh dear prince. Let us take care of this pest problem then you can do with me as you please.” You blow him a kiss and a flirtatious wink before disappearing into the bathroom.
He always thought his true home was Asgard but it was you.
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Sawbones // SIX
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summary: Red String of Fate Soulmate AU
Soul mates have a red thread tied to each others pinkies that only one of them can see.
You’re the Resistance’s head medic. You can see the red thread of fate that leads you to your soulmate. Poe doesn’t believe in the soulmate / thread theory. You don’t agree with his tactics, nor does he approve of yours. Leia and Holdo just really want a win.
pairing: poe dameron x reader
rating: mature for later chapters
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CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains drug use and more swearing than usual. 
SAWBONES // SIX
CALM DOWN, STARBOY. 
You’d surprised yourself, honestly. 
Maybe you were cut out for politics - the way you were able to stand in line with Poe and the Generals, keep your face blank and greet the new recruits without a scowl? It was nothing short of impressive. For you and Poe to stand shoulder to shoulder, his hands clasped behind him while yours were clasped in front, and not glance down at the stupid fucking string and notice that it was probably the shortest it’s ever been entitled you to an award. Maybe a nice vacation, off base? For the entirety of this training? 
That would be nice. 
You half expected Poe to jump into her arms, like people often did when their significant others returned from a flight. He didn’t. In fact, Poe’s expression did not crack from it’s diplomatic mask. Shoulders back, jaw clenched and chin out, Poe scanned the pilots as they left their ships, and you couldn’t help but watch him from the corner of your eye. Poe now diametrically opposed who he had been in your office, his stupid smile now a faint memory. 
Diplomatic, political Poe was one you hadn’t met nor seen in person. 
Diplomatic, political Poe was hot. 
Poe’s posture elongated his spine, jutted his chest out and brought forth his collar bones. Your eyes once again traced his gold chain. 
Maybe you didn’t deserve all the praise you’d previously granted yourself as you openly ogled the man next to you. But Poe was your soulmate. It granted you an ogle pass, whether or not both parties were aware. 
The pilots had lined up, helmets off and tucked under their arms. They were the perfect image, the very epitome of what people would want to see on Resistance banners. You’d purposely not remembered their names in spite. You were the Head Medic of the Resistance - they should have to introduce themselves to you.
Leia greeted them, her words sounded garbled as your eyes met the infamous Scoria Tane. She stood tall, her long white hair in a loose french braid. Her chestnut skin seemingly unmarred with such trivial marks like pores. You felt the breath leave your chest as her eyes flitted over to meet Poe’s. No matter how brief, you still caught it. You couldn’t feel any change in Poe’s demeanor, but you didn’t want to chance glancing over to see if there was a smile on his face. No need to put salt in an already festering wound. 
“This is our head medic,” Leia introduced you. Your head turned to hers before returning back to the recruits with a small nod. You were really mucking up your air of superiority. 
Besides Scoria, there was only one other human. And he was staring at you. 
“It’s an honor to be here, Generals,” the man spoke up, his eyes momentarily leaving your figure to address Holo, Ackbar and Leia. “It seems like a large base. I don’t know about my fellow pilots, but I would love a tour.” His eyes were back on you. 
“I’m sure Commander Dameron would be more than willing to accommodate you, Commander Ancin,” Holo nodded. 
Ancin smiled slightly. “Doctor, would you have the time?” 
You had been trying very hard not to meet his gaze, but his lack of subtlety forced your hand. However, Poe had beaten you to a response. 
“She’s very busy,” he cleared his throat. “Still has to conduct your physicals and stress tests. I am more than willing to give you a tour,” his tone was clipped. 
Ancin didn’t even spare Poe a glance, and you saw Poe clench his hands from behind his back out of your peripheral vision. You desperately wanted to pause time, to knock your shoulders or nudge him with your elbow. But you couldn’t, not with the audience in front of you. 
“It’s fine, Commander Dameron. I’m sure I could spare some time,” you responded, feeling like your skin was on fire. No doubt the white of your coat further contrasted the fact that your face was also on fire. 
“Great,” Ancin switched his helmet to the other arm. “Can we begin now?” He turned to Leia quickly. “My apologies, unless there was more to be discussed?” 
Leia gave him a tight smile. “The specifics can be gone over later.”
Ancin nodded before breaking formation with his fellow pilots and grabbing your arm. “Shall we, Doc?” 
If you would’ve had the time to turn your head as Ancin grabbed you, you would’ve seen the way Poe clenched his jaw impossibly tight and watched as the Coruscant’s pilot Commander dragged you away. If you would’ve perhaps taken the time to drag your eyes away from Poe’s chest and face earlier, you would’ve noticed that since the beginning of this whole situation, Poe had been slowly dragging the pointer finger of his right hand over the base of his left pinky. 
If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have agreed to showing someone around a base you barely knew yourself. 
“I’m going to apologize in advance,” you began, subtly removing your arm from his grip. “I don’t really know the base that well either. I know hangars, cafeteria and meeting room. But only in relation to the medbay.” 
“That’s okay,” he smiled down at you. “We can figure it out together.”
You hadn’t forced yourself to memorize the names of the pilots, but hearing Ancin jogged your memory from when you had skimmed their files. You were pretty sure his first name was Cane, and if the galaxy could pick one person to represent them, it would probably be him. 
Cane Ancin was objectively gorgeous. He was tall, several inches taller than you and most likely Poe, too. His cheekbones and jawline were sharp, and you remembered bitterly that he must be ridiculously fit, because he had one of the lowest resting heart rates you’d ever seen. He was broad, and his curls rivaled Poe’s. You outwardly winced at the comparison. 
“Something wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You tried not to shrug it off. 
“Nothing. Just uh, remembering all the stuff I have to do back in the medbay.” 
Cane wasn’t bothered. “Let’s start moving then, yeah?”
The two of you had continued walking for a couple of paces, Cane watching you out of the corner of his eye, not even bothering to take account of where the two of you were. 
Fleetingly, you wondered if the base would be able to accommodate both Cane and Poe’s ego. 
“Why did you want me to give you a tour?” you asked, his silent watching pushing you to the brink. 
Cane shrugged. “Is it a crime to ask a beautiful woman to show me around?” 
You blinked at him. 
“Tell me,” his voice viscous like honey. He increased his stride so he could stand in front of you, abruptly stopping your movement. Throwing civility to the wind, you openly scowled. 
“Can you see your thread?” 
You wanted to roll your eyes. Could you have a conversation about literally anything else or was the soulmate tether your whole life now? You couldn’t work, sleep, or even eat without thinking about it. You’d never piloted one before, but you were sure that you could figure out how to steer an x-wing into oblivion. Sure, you had two of the best pilots in the galaxy on base that would catch your ass in no time, but it was nice to pretend that they couldn’t. 
Cane looked you up and down slowly. You weren’t exactly sure  what  he was looking at. Your boots, black leggings and white coat buttoned up to your throat didn’t really emanate sexy, but this guy was weird. It probably did seem sexy to him. Your scowl deepened. 
“I can see mine,” he drawled. Now would’ve been a great moment for one of your infamous ‘i’m gonna be sick’  moments. “And let me tell you, I like where it leads.” 
You snorted. “Calm down, starboy. I can see mine, too.”
Cane deflated. 
“Does that actually work? Do you get people with that?” you questioned, tapping on your chin. “Even on a few shots of fire-water I still don’t think I would’ve fell for it.”
Cane didn’t stay off-guard for long - after you were done speaking, he let out a laugh and held his hands up as if to say, ‘well, I tried.’
“It does sometimes,” he said. “The addition of fire-water does seem to increase the chances, though I figured I would try it with you regardless.” 
“You pilots are always so risky,” the two of you fell into step again. The tension seemed to have dissipated instantly. “Always shoot first, ask questions later.” 
“You speak from experience,” Cane raised an eyebrow. 
“Do you know how many pilots end up in my medbay because of that mentality?” You shook your head. “Craziest beings in the galaxy, I swear.” 
“Dameron is the worst of us,” he responded, and you didn’t miss the way his expression steeled. You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. 
“Commander of the Resistance? You really trust that guy?” 
You narrowed your eyes, the words your brain wanted to speak in defense of Poe stilled at the tip of your tongue. You didn’t expect someone to join the ‘I hate Poe Dameron’ club, but as soon as it crossed your mind, you realized you weren’t even part of that club. You were in the ‘I hate loving Poe Dameron’ club. President of the ‘My soulmate is a douche but it’s totally my fault’ club. 
You could go on. 
“What’s your issue with Poe?” you asked. 
“Typical he hasn’t mentioned me,” Cane scratched his bare jaw. It made you realize you preferred stubble. “He’s just...not the guy you all think he is.” 
“Don’t be vague,” you said, annoyed. 
“The guy just...he’s not this straight-laced, hero of the Resistance. Hell, I haven’t even been here a day and I can tell the whole base fucking worships him, and for what?” 
“For being a good pilot?” you answered what was most likely a rhetorical question. “For risking his life every time he gets in that ship, getting us First Order intel and directly playing a role in saving the galaxy?” You were getting angrier by the second. Whatever past he had with Poe, you didn’t care about it. 
“Might I remind you it’s the same galaxy that you and I both live in? We all have shit we’ve done in the past. How we move on from it defines us.” You stopped yourself before saying something you would regret, revealing too much to a man you didn’t know. And honestly? You didn’t care to. 
You continued when Cane stayed silent. 
“You don’t have skeletons in the closet? If you know Poe’s, I’m sure he knows yours.” 
You turned to him, conveniently stopped outside of the double doors to your medbay. The harsh fluorescents illuminated Cane’s face, exposing the conflict and discord written all over his features. Whatever thoughts were floating in his head made you feel uneasy, as though you were teetering on a tightrope. Cane didn’t meet your gaze, instead he chose to finally notice his surroundings. 
He inhaled deeply and exhaled for longer. You waited patiently. 
“I’ll see you around for my tests, Doc.” Cane continued to walk down the hallway, and you fought the urge to point out that it was the opposite direction he needed to go. ...right?
You couldn’t dwell on your mediocre sense of direction before you heard the whoosh of air form the double doors opening and FX-7’s bulky metal frame towering over you.  Droid or not, you could feel the disapproval from the lit, annular holes in its head as they bored into your back.
“You have plenty to do,” was all the droid said before it retreated back into the medbay.
✗ ✗ ✗
  Yes, you had plenty to do. So much so that it took you up until early morning to finish. It was so early, (or late?) that you had recoiled when you’d checked the time.
But, as you were heading back to your quarters to catch up on sleep because you were in no rush to start taking vitals on the new recruits, your arm was caught on fire. 
Not literally, but it felt literal. Like every nerve ending was ripped from your skin, abraded and exposed. And it all originated from one point on your hand. You fought the buckle of your knees, desperately applying pressure to your pinky finger after loudly yelling a string of expletives. As you took another step in the direction of your quarters, the pain impossibly intensified. Somehow, your brain was able to act logically as you quickly retraced your last few steps. 
As you moved backwards, the pain slowly dissipated into a deep throb, coming from both your hand and somehow your chest? You inspected your arm, turning over at least seven times. Your medical training had never taught you, or even touched on anything related to...whatever just happened. As you retreated back to the medbay, the pain intensified again. 
“What the fuck,” you gritted through your teeth. Stepping back from the double doors, you continued forward. And for the next few minutes, you continued like that. Walking and retracing your steps, following the path that didn’t beset your body in so much agony your vision went white.  
In your course around the base, you were at a junction you’d never been to previously. To your left, the hallway led out to the runway and to your right, a dead end. However, a few experimental steps in either direction revealed that your phantom arm pain was directing you straight forward. 
Honestly, fuck the galaxy, you sized up the door in front of you. Whatever forces were at work right now, pulling your sensory nerves like strings on a marionette could fuck off. Sending you to weird parts of the base that you’d never been to (it could’ve been a common area actually, you never really explored) and sending you to a blank, durasteel door? Another healthy dose of fire shot up your spinal cord. 
“The thread is sentient,” you tried to catch your breath. “All of the past soulmates in the galaxy have joined together to kill me.” 
Rationally, there was no way you were correct but you were running on empty and had been updating the files on the pilots until you thought your retinas would burn out. Maybe this was a dream? You could definitely be dreaming. 
Shaking out your right arm, you bounced back and forth on either foot. You were going to go through this mystery door. Enter the mystery door that didn’t make your arm feel like the thread was pulling tight between your arm and torso as if to amputate it. Yes.
Before your mind could bitch out, your muscles pushed your legs forward by reflex - acting before the brain could process. Your hand pulling down on the handle, a component most doors on the base didn’t have. 
Blue. 
Your entire field of vision was met with a murky swirl of blue. The room was of decent size, maybe slightly smaller than your office. From what you could see, it looked like a storage room. The walls were lined with shelves that contained extra orange jumpsuits, helmets, blankets and clothes of all sorts. In your pursuit of orienting yourself, you disregarded the figure sitting on the ground against the wall opposite you.
 With one leg forward and the other bent at the knee, the source of the smoke dangled loosely between the fingers of Poe Dameron. 
But you didn’t realize that yet, because it was dark and hazy and you were confused and what was that smell?  The acrid fumes were coupled with an odor that was almost...sweet? No. Tart felt like the better word. Sharp and sour and sitting on your tastebuds. 
As Poe dragged on the stick in his hand, the embers that burned at the end burned brighter and attracted your eyes. Then, you noticed him. 
“Dameron?” you squinted through the smoke, trying to swat it out of your vision. “Are you seriously smoking spice right now?”
In your confusion and disbelief, you didn’t notice how the throbbing from the remnants of pain in your arm had become an amalgamation of both the lingering pain and a new, warmer sensation. Pleasure.
“I’m surprised you know what this is,” he blew out a long stream. 
You tried not to scoff. “I was a teenager once, too.” 
He was silent for a moment before lazily motioning with the hand that held the joint to the spot next to him. With a concerning lack of reluctance you’d think on later, you sat down next to him. 
“My entire left arm has been killing me all day,” he took another hit. You frowned as he blew the smoke out at you. 
“So weird that there isn’t someone on base that could do something about that,” you replied casually, but your mind was spinning. His arm was hurting too? What the hell was going on?
He shook his head, ignoring your response and offered you the joint instead. Surprising both him and yourself, you took it, rotating it in your hand. 
“Take a hit,” Poe urged. “You can turn off your doctor-mode for one seco -  are you really inspecting it right now?”
You looked at him, confused. “Um, yes? Why are you inhaling this when you don’t even know what it’s made of?” 
Poe blinked at you, albeit much slower than usual. “To get high.”
You tapped the ashes into the palm of your hand, then handed the spice back to him. His hand slowly, meticulously took it from your grip and brought it back to his lips. Rubbing the ashes with your pointer finger in your palm, you brought the fine, cerulean powder to your eyes, studying it before lightly placing your finger on your tongue. Poe’s eyes tracked every movement. 
“It’s similar to Ryll,” you noted. “An ore from Ryloth. It’s usually used medicinally, but it can be refined into some good fucking spice.”
“You’ve smoked spice?” 
You took the object in question from his grip, putting it between your lips and taking a deep inhale. Holding it, you smirked at him. You laughed while exhaling, your lungs somewhat relishing in the sweet burn you hadn’t felt in years. 
“Medical school was hard.”
“That’s…” Poe’s eyebrows twisted as he tried to find the words, “so...normal? Of you?” 
“Thanks?”
Poe leaned his head back against the wall. “You’re always the head medic, the doctor of the Resistance. You make it really hard to get to know you outside of that. Is there someone beneath the white coat?” 
You took another hit to avoid answering and Poe had no issue in continuing. 
“I had to ask that engineer you always hang out with,” he paused, thinking hard to remember Jasti’s name before giving up and continuing, “what your actual name was. The people I asked before didn’t know.” 
“Everyone calls me Doc. I don’t mind it.” 
“I do,” Poe snapped, uncharacteristically hostile. “Stars, I’ve made such an effort for you.” 
“An effort?” you echoed.
“To get to know you, to spend time with you. Maker, I even thought for a second - “ Nope. Poe wasn’t high enough to let that statement loose. 
But you were just high enough not to notice. 
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, the usual weight on your chest now heavier. “I don’t know how to act when people want to get to know me. I haven’t for a long time.” 
Poe placed the joint on the ground, letting it burn out. The two of you sat in silence, slowly inhaling and exhaling the chemicals that swirled in the air. You could feel yourself becoming heavier and weightless at the same time. Your physical sense felt light, but the burden of everything else came down heavy. 
“I hate having him here,” Poe began. “Ancin.” 
“Did you know him previously?” 
Poe swallowed thickly, and you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down. The thought crossed your mind again - the sensitivity of his carotid. It would be so easy for you to find out right now, to just lean over and place a finger, or even your lips on it. That part of your brain that kept you rational and reasonable must've been short circuited by the spice because it wasn’t telling you not to find out, not reminding you of any and all consequences. For once, your brain felt quiet. 
Leaning his head back up towards you, he caught your staring but you couldn’t be bothered to look away. Maybe he was sensitive elsewhere, too. You had dated a guy from Corellia who went absolutely feral when your lips met his sternum. You wanted to find out if Poe was the same way. You wanted to place your lips on every inch of his body, test each section of skin for a quick intake of breath, a twitch, goosebumps. To feel his fingers, calloused from years of flight maneuvers and switches, testing you for sensitivity. 
In your reverie, Poe had begun to inch closer at imperceptible increments. His left hand resting flat on the ground - next to your right. His left pinky laid over your right as he leaned in, tucking some hair behind your ear to justify his proximity. His head turned, his lips now ghosting over the strip of space between the bottom of your earlobe to the joint of your jaw. 
“Is this okay?” He whispered, and you closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips brushing against you. 
“This better not be a dream again,” you said under your breath. 
Chuckling, Poe pressed his lips to your temporomandibular joint as you tilted your head, giving him full access. “Again?” 
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Your filter was gone - your brain now occupied with the double assault of the spice and having Poe Dameron press kisses onto your skin. 
“We don’t have to talk,” he said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your white coat to give him more access to your neck. He sucked lightly at your own pulse point, and you sucked in a breath. 
“Sensitive?”  Stars. The irony. 
“Are you?” you bit back as you brought your hand to rest on his bicep. 
“Want to find out?” he pulled back to meet your eyes. In spite of your slow movements and cloudy train of thought, you had never felt so clear, so confident in an answer. 
You licked your lips, moistening them as your hand slid up from its place on his bicep to the side of Poe’s face, stroking your thumb lightly. Poe sighed, leaning into your ministration and tangling his pinky finger with yours. You could feel the blood buzzing underneath your skin, your sympathetic nervous system sending adrenaline and epinephrine by the gallon to account for how fast your heart was racing. 
You copied his earlier movements, pressing your lips to various points along his jaw, his neck. Testing what he liked the most. When you got to your target, you boldly licked the spot up to his jaw. Poe’s hand tangled in your hair, breath shuddering. 
“That’s a yes for you, too,” you whispered with the last remnants of air in your lungs. 
Finally, your brain rejoiced through the fog. 
You continued kissing, nipping at spots here and there. At the notch between his collarbones, Poe groaned. 
“Scoria.”
You stopped. 
Pulling away, you mustered the courage to meet his eyes. The smoke of the room now felt suffocating, not intoxicating. You felt like you were being smothered, and you were now noticing the lack of fresh air in your lungs. 
Poe’s eyes met yours, too before widening. 
Your hand left his face, your pinky leaving his. The dull ache in your arm had returned. You swallowed thickly, nodding. 
“Fuck. I’m - “ Poe couldn’t straighten out his thoughts, let alone form a sentence. Very clearly in his mind, he had known it was you kissing, sucking on his neck. Her name had just..slipped out. 
“No,” you cut him off before he could formulate some half-assed excuse you didn’t want to hear. “I’m sorry. I should’ve have - I forgot about - “ You couldn’t find the words either. 
Standing, you looked down at him briefly, noting how the red thread of fucking fate bisected his torso, standing out starkly against the blue of the smoke and his button up. 
“Thanks for the spice,” you forced, before leaving the room. 
Walking down the hallway, continuing your initial course of returning to your quarters, you felt extremely sober. What else could sober you up faster than the guy whose neck you're kissing moaning out the name of another woman? 
Looking down, you quickly redid the buttons Poe had undone. 
I’m sorry? Your mind replayed the moment.  Sorry for what? Poe is yours. 
You stopped in your tracks. 
Poe was yours. Why the fuck were you embarrassed that you were indirectly kissing your soulmate? Apologizing because he was currently in the middle of wasting his time with another woman? Sure, it was girl code not to do what you had previously been doing, but soulmates were excluded from girl code. Whether or not it was indirectly (...or directly) your fault that he was with her wasn’t important. 
So, yeah. Fuck being sorry, fuck being embarrassed. You were done tiptoeing around the subject. Operation ‘Poe is my soulmate and I’m finally going to do something about it’ was a go. You couldn’t waste any more time. 
The realization that you would explode if you had to spend any more days of your life without Poe’s lips on you was completely unrelated. 
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ordinaryschmuck · 4 years ago
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What I Thought About "What If...Captain Carter was the First Avenger" from Marvel Studios' What If...
Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons.
Back when Marvel Studios announced the new lineup of films and shows, I was admittingly underwhelmed. Nothing we've seen so far has been poorly written, far from it, but during the announcement, nothing really popped out at me as worth getting excited for. That is, except for one series: Marvel Studios' What If... An animated series that changes the canon of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, all through the simple question. The question being, "What if this happened instead of that."
From the get-go, I was sold on this idea. I'm a sucker for hypothetical scenarios, thinking up all the ways of how some of my favorite stories in fiction could be drastically different thanks to one tiny change. Some might call that "Fanfiction the Series," and while you're not wrong, I fail to see how that's a criticism. Because fanfiction can be fun...just as long as you ignore the sick freaks, sure, but it still can be fun! So whether Marvel Studio's What If... is fanfiction or not, it still didn't change how excited I was to watch it. Was it all worth the hype? Well, to answer that question requires spoilers, so keep that in mind as we dive deep into Marvel's most ambitious project yet.
Now, let's review, shall we?
WHAT I LIKED
The Watcher: Gonna get the generals out of the way before I talk about what I specifically like about this episode. Ok? Ok.
Now, using the Watcher as the narrator for this series is just perfect. What If... already has a similar energy to The Twilight Zone: An anthology series that takes viewers to new and mysterious realities all through the guidance of an omniscient narrator. And using the Watcher as that type of narrator might just be the second-best choice...number one would be Stan Lee, obviously, but...he's dead now. May he rest in peace.
I haven't read that many comics, so there's not much that I know about the Watcher's character aside from a ten-second Google search. But something tells me that a character described as a celestial being that observes and records the events surrounding the galaxy sounds like the exact type of omniscience to guide us through the unknown. All added with Jeffrey Wright's performance, who really does convey a character that sounds like he's as old as time and wise beyond his years. Plus, it's pretty cool that such a seemingly odd character now technically plays a major role in the MCU canon. Comics are weird, and if the Watcher proves anything, it's better to embrace that weirdness than deny it.
The Animation: Looks like someone watched Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse.
That really is the feeling I got when watching this. What If... doesn't look as good as Spiderverse (Nothing can be as good as Spiderverse), but the idea is still there as it combines primarily CGI animation with a few hand-drawn elements. It makes certain scenes just pop and, at times, even makes specific shots look like they're straight from panels in a comic book. Besides, while Spiderverse still looks better, that doesn't mean the animation isn't phenomenal in What If... The scenery looks gorgeous, the CGI models moderately match their live-action counterparts, the expressions are fantastic, and movements are as smooth as butter. There was definitely some money that went into this series to make it look as good as it did, and my eyeballs were more than grateful because of it. Especially when it comes to--
The Action: Holy s**t, was it a good thing that this series was animated!
The MCU has had its fair share of great fight scenes in the past, but it always felt restricted to what the big superhero fights could be due to everything needing to look "realistic." That all changes in What If... Because now that this series is animated, we can finally chuck realism out the window and allow these characters to be as epic as they were in the comics. The movements are swift, the blows look like they hurt, and best of all, you actually get to see characters fighting each other! There are no random cuts to hide the stunt doubles or weird camera angles to avoid audiences seeing how ugly the CGIed replacements are. We get to see all of the action with zero restraint, thanks to the fact that animation is limitless and allows writers to get away with literally anything. And shows like this make me wonder, "Why the hell isn't the MCU animated?"
Peggy as Captain Carter: It's here that we get into the specifics, and by golly, do I love me some Peggy Carter making a return. And what a return she made!
Seeing Peggy kick Nazi ass as Captain Carter is as awesome as it sounds as she gives a new definition of a "Strong, independent woman." She took s**t from no one and was more than willing to destroy anybody who said differently. It's a ton of fun for fans (the ones who aren't sexist, at least) and even fun for Peggy as well now that she gets a chance to wreck shop. However, that in itself could cause problems. If you watched Agent Carter (a great show, by the way), then you'll know that Peggy doesn't act as...somewhat meatheaded as she does here. As she said it herself, she's "usually more covert than this." And she is, as she was pretty much the first superspy in the MCU, who's impressive through how she effortlessly infiltrates her way to winning the day with diminutive requirements for fighting. So stripping that away gets rid of a core part of what makes her character so interesting. Although, in fairness, you could blame the fact that the reason she's acting like this is that the super-soldier serum is messing with her brain a bit. We've seen through U.S. Agent the reciprocations of the wrong person taking the serum, and while Peggy is far from the worst pick, there are hints of why Steve Rodgers was the best choice. Still, even though it's not the same Peggy Carter, that doesn't mean Captain Carter is a poor addition to the hero roster in the MCU. She's cool in all the right ways, even though they're drastically different from what made her compelling, to begin with.
Howard Stark: Another character I'm more than happy to see again!
Howard didn't leave that much of a grand of an impression in Captain America: The First Avenger, but in Agent Carter (Seriously, great show), he was a blast. You can just tell he was Tony Stark's father through all the ways he fast-talks in and out of problems and brilliantly comes up with solutions thanks to being tech-savvy. The main difference between Howard and Tony, however, is that Howard prefers to stay on the sidelines, where Tony learned to be more proactive. You get a sense of that in this episode. Because even though he goes to save the day, you can tell that he would rather be anywhere else. And, as a bonus, Howard's just funny. Probably not up there as one of the funniest characters in the franchise (Paul Rudd's Ant-Man reigns supreme), but he still cracks me up more times than not. Howard may be nothing more than a side character, but he'll always win me over no matter how small of a role he has.
Steve Rodgers in the Hydra Stomper: Don't mind me. Just admiring the fact that despite being crippled and skinny, Steve Rodgers still finds a way to fight the good fight, which is who Steve is to me. One of the best things about The First Avenger is that it fully understands the hero that is Captain America. Serum or not, he will do all he can to do the right thing and won't give up despite how many times others tell him he should. So if Steve's going to fly around in a suped-up Iron Man suit that's appropriately named "The Hydra Stomper," then Steve'll f**king soar. Because he is a gosh dang superhero, no matter what name he takes at the end of the day.
Fast-Forwarding Through Events: Some fans might take issues with this. Don't get me wrong, I would love to see all the little changes that Captain Carter makes to the story, but realistically that's not the best choice to make. Let's be honest, there's not that much to show other than what this episode did, and doing a full-on rewrite of Captain America: The First Avenger would have rubbed some fans the wrong way. Besides, from what I can tell, most of the What If... comics are one-shots that very rarely branch out into longer arcs. The primary goal is less to write this large-scale story and more of this self-contained narrative that does what it precisely delivers: Show fans a glimpse of what would happen if this happened instead of that. That's what we were given, and I can't really complain that much. I would have loved to have seen more, but I can learn to be happy with what I got.
Colonel Flynn Taking Credit: This guy is sexist and an idiot, and that's why I hate him...but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't at least chuckle when he said everything was his idea. It's such a scumbag move that I couldn't help but find the humor in it.
(Like, what even was that scene where Peggy was pissed at Steve kissing a girl. THEY WEREN'T EVEN DATING !)nd Steve falling in love inThe First Avenger, which certainly wasn't helped by how they had these dumbass misunderstandings of each thinking the other was dating someone else. Here, they at least get to interact, confiding in one another about their insecurities and offer support when needed. And while it may be a little rushed, I'm more willing to believe their romance in under thirty minutes than I did in over two hours. It could have been better, but it also could have been much, much worse.
(Like, what even was that scene where Peggy was pissed at Steve kissing a girl. THEY WEREN'T EVEN DATING AT THE TIME!)
“I won’t tell you anything.”/”He told me everything.”: That's the Peggy Carter I know and love! Added with a solid joke, too.
Steve’s Pratfall: It's nice to know that no matter what universe we see, Marvel is still funny.
Peggy’s Sacrifice: Much like Peggy and Steve's romance, I buy Peggy's sacrifice way more than Steve's. Several fans already pointed out how it makes no sense for Steve to crash the plane into the icy waters when it seemed like he had enough control to land it or could have easily jumped out after aiming for the crash landing. Here, there's a more legitimate reason why Peggy sacrifices herself. The monster was undefeatable, and the only way to stop it was to push it back through the portal. Peggy, being the only one strong enough to do so at the moment, was the only option, and there was no way where she didn't end up going through with the monster. Even her return makes more sense, as I think her being lost to time and space sounds more believable than Steve surviving being frozen in ice. Something no mortal man should live through. Peggy's sacrifice proves that while the MCU can't change its cannon past, the writers learn from their mistakes and make something better.
WHAT I DISLIKED
The Reasoning Behind Peggy Becoming Captain Carter: So, the idea that one small change can greatly alter the story we knew is a great one, and it's one of the main reasons why I was excited about this series...but how does Peggy staying in the room cause the Hydra agent to detonate the bomb early? I understand the ripples that come from the Butterfly Effect, but I feel like that's too big of a leap to reason how Peggy ends up taking the serum instead.
Colonel Flynn: How is it possible that this guy is somehow even more of a pain in the ass than the general he replaced? At least Chester Phillips had the decency to respect Agent Carter!
Red Skull is Still on the Dull Side: Red Skull isn't an awful villain, but he wasn't really a great one. It's the same here, as he's just as forgettable and wooden an episode of television as he was in a full-length movie. But at least he had a cooler death this time.
Sebastian Stan is Not a Great Voice Actor: He's not awful, but his talent really doesn't shine in this regard. Some people think that being an actor and a voice actor is the same thing, but it's not always the case. Through live-action, actors are given a chance to express emotion through their expressions, movement, and voice. With voice acting, actors still have to convey emotions, but strictly through their voice. Meaning that actors like Sebastian Stan are limited to what they're used to and can stumble a bit when trying to perform in a field of acting they're unfamiliar with. You can tell he was trying his best, but this type of thing can take far more practice for others to perfect.
“Whew. Thanks. You almost ripped my arm off.”: ...hhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHA! HA HA! Ah...oh man...I, uh...I felt the internal bleeding with that one. Wow. Just...wow.
Bucky Leaving After Steve “Died”: Ok, now that's the biggest bout of bulls**t I've ever heard. BUCKY WOULD BE WITH STEVE 'TILL THE END OF THE LINE AND WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT THAT QUICKLY!
...This episode did Bucky dirty, didn't it?
IN CONCLUSION
I'd say that "What If...Captain Carter was the First Avenger" is an A-. It's still a solid start of what I can already tell will be a great series, but some elements could have used some polishing out. I loved it, but it wasn't as bloody brilliant as it could have been.
(And I meant it: WATCH AGENT CARTER! It's pleasantly surprising!)
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Good Looking Stranger
Summary: A handsome stranger finally stops by the café where you work after weeks just walking by.
Warnings: Language
Word count: 1,6k+
A/N: This is my submission to @browngirlmagic 1k Writing Challenge, congratulations Ayesha!
Thank you always @shellbilee for helping me, and making sure I didn’t write anything unintelligible. I love you girl!
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It was a quiet night, and with finals behind your lucky regulars, it would probably remain like that for the rest of the month.
Your hope for better tips rested on the increasing temperature and tourists seeking refuge and refreshments in the small café where you worked.
You had the evening shift and it was almost time for the handsome stranger to cross the street and pass by the window.
Tall, dark haired, and if there was any more light, you’d have been able to see the color of his eyes, but your bet was on blue.
Like clockwork, he exited the subway station, crossed the street and, to your amazement and slight panic, entered the café.
You held your smile as best as you could while you served a steaming cup of cappuccino and a slice of carrot cake to an old man sitting at the table closest to the window.
As if drawing your eyes like a magnet, his figure strutting through the room made you slowly turn. He chose the very last stool by the counter, sitting sideways with his back to the wall and facing the door.
Before his eyes could reach yours on his sweep of the room, you swiftly turned back.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” you asked the older gentleman, and his full-mouthed ‘no’ was enough to get you moving.
“Good evening and welcome!” you greeted the newcomer with what you hoped was a warm smile, doing your best to hide your anxiety. “What can I get you?”
His head, buried in his phone until you spoke, snapped up. His eyes met yours, their surprising shade, a steely, deep sky blue in the dim lights, took your breath away.
After a moment of mutual gawking, he blinked and cleared his throat.
“Uhm, I’ll have a…” he paused, frowning at the menu written on the wall. “Uh, a latte.”
Uncertainty clear in his tone, his eyes swiveled back to yours and a frown mirrored the one you unwittingly displayed.
“Sure thing. It’ll only take a sec.” you replied, shaking off the odd impression you had, and moved away to prepare his order, making sure to always keep an eye on him.
He didn’t look back at you. His eyes were again glued to the screen and undiluted tension colored his features.  
Between preparing coffee and evaporating the milk, he had started typing.
You couldn’t help noticing he was wearing gloves when you were almost in summer, and weirder still, that he’d wear them inside.
You finished making his latte, and stood opposite the oddly mysterious man who apparently was in another galaxy.
“Here you go!” you announced, and once more his attention was seized abruptly. “Would you like anything to eat?” you insisted to his clear annoyance.
“No, thanks.” he answered, turning his focus immediately back to the device in his hands.
“Trouble in paradise?” you tried to get his attention, and rolled your eyes internally at your lame choice of words.
He sighed and put the phone in the pocket of his jeans.
“Kinda.” he started, with visible reluctance. “Are you like the bartender of this coffee shop?”
The tilt of his head was really cute, and it was your turn to hold back a sigh for an entirely different reason.
“Kinda.” you threw back at him, quirking your brow.
The smile he rewarded you with was something to die for. Never had you seen something so spontaneous and genuine from a complete stranger. It disarmed you of any annoyance you may have harbored.
“Tell me all about it. I promise it dies with me.” you prodded.
Crossing your arms over the counter, you settled in a somewhat comfortable position and gave him your undivided attention.
“Well, there’s this woman…” he began.
“Oooh!” you interrupted smiling, and earning another heart-stopping smile in return.
“She works for a company that…” he paused, looking away for a second and brought his beautiful eyes back to yours. “Well, her company competes with mine, kinda. Like industrial espionage, you know?”
“Oh, the plot thickens. And you like her?” you half asked, half guessed.
“She’s gorgeous, but I haven’t really had a chance. A chance to get to know her better, I mean.” he looked at his full glass of latte and took a sip.
“And is it impossible to do that?” you asked, more engrossed in the story than you had intended.
“Not impossible. But it would go against a lot of rules and…”
“Do you believe she is worth it?” you interrupted him.
“I believe she can be, yeah. I want to get her out of trouble. That company of hers… it’s bad news.” he shook his head and his jaw twitched. “I would have to make sure my moves were well planned, and that I didn’t screw up.” he replied, lost in his thoughts.
“You know, the Second Law of Thermodynamics states that everything goes from order to disorder.” you said, casually. “If you think you can control chaos, you’re setting yourself up for failure. And whenever you think you have control, that’s when things blow in your face.”
He studied you for a second longer than you were comfortable with, and as soon as you busied yourself with the over polished counter surface, he opened his mouth.
“You studied Physics?” he asked quietly.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye.
“I read a lot.” you replied matter-of-factly. “Don’t sleep much.”
Your shrug dismissing it caused him to squint minutely. You pretended not to see, moving instead closer to the client who had just come in and sat much closer to the door and the other man.
You held a finger, signaling you’d be back in a minute.
While you took the order you saw the gloved fingers back at their previous activity.
A chai latte and a blueberry banana muffin later, you were in front of blue eyes again.
“I changed my mind. Do you have turnovers?” he asked.
“Made this afternoon. Apple, cranberry and walnuts.” you replied with a smile.
“I’ll take twelve of those.” he said, eyeing you expectantly. “To go, please.”
“I’m sorry. Twelve?” you exclaimed, baffled.
“Sweet tooth.” he explained with a shrug. “Thank you for the talk. It helped a lot!”
You nodded, taking the money he owed you and feeling very confused about the whole exchange.
“Do come back!” you called after him when he was a few stools away from you.
“If these taste as good as they smell, you bet I will!” he replied with a smirk, lifting the bag with the turnovers.
After he left, the older gentleman paid for his cake and drink and left as well, but not before winking at you and fake whispering “If you don’t pounce on that hunk the next time, I will!”.
As he disappeared from sight, the man sitting closer to the door got up and locked it.
“Finally alone.” he declared in a heavy accent. “So, no useful intel from this first contact?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” you replied patiently. “Do not rush me. I haven’t been busting my ass here for the past six months for you to just show up and undermine my entire operation.”
“They sent me. They want a report.” he told you. “Do not shoot the messenger.”
His chuckling was grating, and much like your shift, your patience with him was coming to an end.
“I have to lock up. Pay up and make your way out. Please.”
“I’ll be around. Don’t look at me like that! Orders!” he barked at you upon seeing your scowl. “I’m redundancy!”
“Fine!” you said through your teeth. “Now leave. I’ve got shit to do.”
“Hail Hydra!” he whispered, not waiting for you to reciprocate. Spinning on his heels he left hurriedly.
“Yeah, yeah.” you grumbled.
So now you had a guard dog to watch your every step. Now, that he had finally entered the café.
You had a bad feeling about that.
Whatever you were expecting from Sargent James B. Barnes, former Hydra operative known as Winter Soldier, was not what you found.
Bringing him back in would be a task much more complicated than you had anticipated.
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Two blocks away.
“Seriously? No coffee for me?” Sam asked outraged, rubbing his hands together while eyeing the bag in Bucky’s hand while he was still getting into the car. “So, what’s she like?”
“She’s been very well trained.” Bucky replied, his lips pursing in the familiar way that told Sam he wasn’t telling the whole story.
“Spit it out tinman, it’ll do you good.” he said,  while gesturing to the bag which Bucky still clutched.
“I think I trained her.” he confessed, handing an agape Sam the bag. “Close your mouth bird boy.” Bucky continued, serious.
“You mean the soldier trained her.” Sam replied, already expecting the old-timer to talk back.
“What’s the difference?” he countered, morose. “Back in Siberia I may have spent most of the time as the Soldier, but there were moments of consciousness.”
Sam chose not to reply. The bitterness was still there, despite all the work with Shuri.
He was beginning to regret accepting a Hydra linked mission from Hill, so soon after Bucky got his head back in shape. It would be devastating to watch the organization take all that progress away from him; to watch him be a prisoner of his own mind again.
“Those moments weren’t enough for Sargent Barnes to train anyone.” Sam told him, opening the bag, taking a turnover with a napkin and humming in appreciation before continuing. “She’ll be waiting for the Soldier, you’ll show her Bucky.”
Bucky looked at him baffled at his speech, and shook his head at the sizable bite Sam took out of the pastry.
“Steve was so much better at pep talks than you are.”
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The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.3
Masquerade 
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 2950
Summary: A soulmate AU. They say having a soulmate is a blessing. Who wouldn’t love the idea of star-crossed lovers, right?
Despite the doubt you had your whole life, meeting Steve was a dream coming true. Too bad you had to meet his ‘family’ too.
Warnings: swearing, FLUFF, Steve’s friends being Steve’s friends... go figure
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An average American had sex on the third date; taking the big step in a relationship, as your friend helpfully remarked when you told him about the upcoming event. Needless to say, Steven Grant Rogers was not an average American. He was Captain America, i.e. an Avenger, technically was 95 years old (soon turning 96) and was not used to the pace of 21st century relationship.
To be honest, you didn’t mind a bit; there was no physical pressure on your relationship. Sure, the man was such a fine specimen it should be illegal and you would love to climb him like a tree, but it was a nice change of pace. You never really liked the whole third date thing. When you felt like it should happen, it should happen, right? That was how you saw it, so you were alright with Steve being a bit old-fashioned when it came to physical stuff.
Of course, he was also your soulmate. While with other guys you didn’t feel the need to rush, with Steve, you somehow felt a need not to rush. Maybe you were overthinking his sensibilities, maybe not. The bottom-line was: you took it slow.
So, with the fact that a kiss on a cheek – from you to him – happened on your second date (if the diner counted as the first) given, you truly didn’t expect him to… push you into anything even resembling a second base. Hell, you weren’t sure you were on the first.
An average American had sex on the third date. You, having your third date with Steve Rogers, were about to take a different important step; to meet his friends. On a party. Steve’s (supposedly secret) birthday party. Oh boy. To say you were intimidated by the idea of meeting the Avengers would be an understatement.
And Steve wasn’t helping.
“They are… perhaps a bit much, but… they are the only true friends I have. I want you to meet my friends. I’d like to introduce you,” he stated while you walked side by side in a park at the end of your date number two.
Your hands had been brushing his and vice versa for several minutes now and you couldn’t handle it, simply interlacing your fingers with his. He gave you a sweet smile when you did so, signalling he was more than okay with it, drawing a circle on the back of your hand.
“But… what if they won’t, uhm, approve of me?” you asked, your insides uncomfortably clenched.
He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to do the same. His free hand slowly rose to your arm, gently squeezing.
“They will. And if they don’t… they will with time. You’re my soulmate. I think we have the most important approval in our pocket already.”
The smile he gave you was soft yet blinding, making your heart grow. You had only met the second time and you already seemed to know each other for months, responding maybe hesitantly, but instinctively the right way as if something between you was reaching out, guiding one another. It was wonderful. A bit scary, but immensely wonderful.
You were gazing into his eyes, swearing you could see galaxies. You quickly learned to love the little green in his irises, staining the sky blue, somehow making it… better. Your mouth acted on its own.
“Okay. I’ll… okay.” Did you just agree?! “What the occasion will be?”
He cleared his throat, lowering his gaze. “My birthday.”
“What?!”
“And before you think of going crazy about a gift for me-“ he stopped your train of thought before it started – how did he know? “-when you show up, it will be the greatest gift.”
Sappy, whispered a small voice in your head.
You love it, sing-sang your heart, melting.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” you murmured and he flashed you a smile.
“Very.”
“Fine. But remember, you asked me not to give you anything…”
“Noted.”
You bit your lip as you stared at him, your heart about as fast as your mind. The way he was looking at you… was it possible to look at someone you barely just met this way? If you didn’t think you must have appeared the same when looking at him, you would call bullshit. But here you were.
Before you could change your mind, you listened to the instinct coming from god knew where; you got on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
You retreated slowly, watching his reaction, rewarded by his gaze full of wonder and happy sparks.
“Early birthday present?” he muttered, his eyes falling on your lips for a split second. You licked your lips unwittingly, watching his eyes quickly turn away, his Adam’s apple jumping. Not a perfect gentleman then. Good.
“If the shoe fits… it’s just—it felt right. Was it weird? It was-“
“-perfect,” he finished, tightening the grip on your fingers interlaced with his.
You smiled automatically at his sincere expression.
“ ’kay.”
“Now let’s get you home so you can get your sleep. Can’t keep you awake with a work day in sight…”
“That’s really thoughtful, you know,” you said, meaning every word. “You are.”
“Which is why I think the party would be a good occasion. You can always hide in a crowd if it comes to the worst and Tony’s too annoying.”
You chuckled and started walking again, joy filling every ounce of your being as his thumb caressed the back of your hand once more.
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A package was waiting for you at your apartment that evening, containing a mask, because apparently, it was a masquerade ball. You were glad Steve had got you a mask fitting with your dress; when he had asked a colour, you had assumed he had wanted to get a matching tie. This was much worse. And much better.
A taxi picked you up. And Black Widow waited for you at the lobby of the famous skyscraper, apologizing for Steve who was busy at the moment, the birthday boy he was, and she casually slipped in that she might have searched some database, found you via your ‘first words’ and sent Steve your way without him being aware.
You were shocked, no arguing there, but realized she had done… what she had been supposed to do.
“Oh… o-okay. Thanks, I guess…”
“You’re not upset?” she asked on the way up in the elevator, clearly surprised.
You shrugged. “Well, I already had the words on my skin, right? This was the way it was meant to happen then.”
The not so intimidating spy hummed thoughtfully, putting on her mask. Also, she looked absolutely gorgeous and you had no idea why Steve would ever look your way. Besides his soulmark. You were a lucky, lucky bitch, just like Ryan had said.
You followed Natasha’s suit, hiding your face as well. You actually felt better, shielded from awaiting prying eyes at least partly.
Natasha had smuggled you in with no trouble (because you weren’t an official guest, Steve’s idea so you had a bit of privacy, you loved him for it) and here you were, a second glass of champagne in your hand as you watched Steve leave the little podium after he thanked everyone for coming.
The good news was that no one had spotted you or tried to make conversation with you.
The bad news was that it included Steve who seemed too busy with anyone else; not for the lack of trying to escape as it seemed though.
You toyed with the idea of approaching him too, but you were too much of a chicken. When Hawkeye was talking to him for instance, you wouldn’t have come to interrupt them. However, you caught Steve scanning the room few times; you wondered if he noticed you… could he though, in the mask? You felt invisible, both in a good and a bad way. Maybe you should just-
“What’s a lady like yourself doing here, drinking alone?” a voice startled you on your left, nearly making you drop the half-empty (or half-full) glass. Your hand flied to your chest as if holding your suddenly thundering heart in.
“Jesus… you startled me… Mr.Stark,” you added in horror when recognizing him as one of the masked people on the podium earlier.
“Hm… looks like your conscience isn’t clean then, when you’re scared so easily. Why is that?” he pried and you gulped nervously.
Oh god, this meeting was already going even worse than you had imagined.
“I don’t know about that… are you enjoying the party?” you attempted a small talk, hoping he would leave you alone until Steve somehow found his way to you.
He scoffed. “It’s a party. So, always. Plus, my place. Party organized by me. I’m enjoying it plenty. You?”
Your throat closed up. "Not really my scene, Mr.Stark."
"That's interesting. Because I can't recall inviting anyone whose scene this wasn't. I didn’t catch your name, miss…?"
Ha. Inviting you. Sure. And your name? Of course.
Shit.
"Isn't this S- Captain Rogers' party? I would think he was the one inviting people…" you couldn't help but snark, remembering Steve's uncomfortable expression when he had talked about the upcoming event. The thought behind the masks surprised you though – it was surprisingly fitting to Steve's personality. The masks were to remain anonymous, because all of the guest could be heroes in their own way.
"I threw it for him! And you're quite sassy. Who the hell-"
You were saved by Natasha Romanoff in all her glory, her hand delicately placed on Stark’s forearm as he gestured at you.
"Tony? We have a little trouble with the birthday surprise," she informed him swiftly and you barely hid the sigh of relief. You were starting to adore that woman.
"But-" he protested, his head turning from you to her and back and to her and back to you, as if he couldn’t decide what was more pending.
Oh please, let it be the surprise.
"They need you, right now."
"Fine. Keep an eye on her. I'm not done talking to her," he threw over his shoulder and the spy rolled her eyes as he blended in the crowd.
"...thank you, Ms.Romanoff."
"Natasha," she reminded you, lopsided smile on her face.
"Sorry. Natasha."
"Don't worry about it. Go some have fun," she beckoned to the dance floor and then to the bar as if you should choose whatever you preferred. You would prefer Steve, to be honest, anywhere.
"Yeah, like I said to Mr.Stark; not really my scene."
She grinned when you shifted uncomfortably. "Then I guess it's good that your knight in shining armour is approaching."
"What?" You whipped around to follow her line of sight, not seeing anyone, and when you spun back to her, she was gone. "That wasn't freaky at all…"
You shook your head, sipping on your drink again.
"Are you enjoying the evening, madam?"
A smile spread your lips at instant and you faced him, relieved. It was like everything was about to be alright all of sudden. You even accepted the fact he approached you as if you were a stranger, playing along.
"Captain Rogers, good evening."
"What gave me away?"
You chuckled, many possible responses flying through your mind.
Your voice tingling my spine. Your broad shoulders and arms which I want to hold me down. Your ridiculously pretty eyes. Your lips…
"You're hard to miss, Captain."
An almost patronizing smile graced is lips. "Please, call me Steve."
You bit your lip, not even having to pretend nervousness. God, he looked amazing. The perfectly fitting suit, the bowtie, the mask… he looked like a Disney prince. You didn’t mind imagining you were in a fairy tale; it simply felt like being in one.
"Steve," you repeated obediently, maintaining your role. "Isn't it a better question if you are? Enjoying the evening, I mean? It is your night after all."
"I do now," he emphasized, his eyes wandering all over you, settling on your partly hidden face. The mask was barely covering your upper face, leaving the better part of your cheeks and lips free. Still, it gave you the feeling of being hidden enough; nevertheless, in front of him, you felt naked, as if he saw right through. For some reason, it wasn’t scaring you so far.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"I found what I was looking for."
"Is... is that so? And…" you swallowed thickly under his intense eyes. "And just what were you looking for?"
You expected him to simply say ‘you’, but he managed to take your breath away, causing you to break your character in a fraction of second.
"The most beautiful and enchanting woman in this room, naturally."
His irises twinkled with mischief as he was clearly enjoying making you nearly squirm, but his pleasant voice held a serious note, not leaving a doubt that he meant every word.
"Christ, Steve, make me blush like a schoolgirl, why don't you… but thanks, I guess. Though you should probably have your eyesight checked."
"My vision is 20/20, madam, maybe better." He smiled warmly, reaching out a hand. "May I have this dance?"
You couldn’t say you weren’t taken aback. Mostly because… well.
"I'm not great at dancing," you admitted sheepishly, but accepted his hand in order to shorten the distance between you. You stood nearly chest to chest now, the feeling intoxicating. Despite fearing you would make a fool of yourself, you got chills from the proximity, pleasant ones.
"Just another prove of being perfect for me then. I'm not great either."
"So why did you ask?" you chuckled, relieved that at least you wouldn’t be alone in this. He tugged at your hand, pulling you even closer.
"Wouldn't forgive myself if I haven't tried to ask the prettiest dame of the evening and win a… uh, resemblance of a dance. Please?"
What you could see from his handsome face was pleading you. Who were you to deny him? Especially with how he was just dropping compliments like that, effortlessly? You could turn into a puddle of jello and you wouldn’t notice.
"You're too sweet, you know that?" you whispered and his smile widened when leading you onto the dance floor.
"I'm trying."
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Tony smelled something fishy. Everything was alright with the surprise fireworks. Romanoff was pulling his leg. Why?
He soon found out or he believed so.
"...is that Capsicle dancing?" he blurted out when he spotted the broad shoulders (never admit that out loud, he reminded himself) with a hand on it.
"Hm?" The sneaky spy smiled absently, following Tony’s line of sight. She sounded unimpressed then. "Oh. Looks like it."
"Whom he would be dancing with- Romanoff! I told you to keep an eye on her!" he yelped when he recognized the dress… and the woman wearing them. Well, didn’t recognize; that was the problem really. Who the hell was she and how had she got in? This place was a Fort Knox, especially tonight. Invited guests only.
"I guess someone else has an eye on her."
"What's up?" Clint hummed as he spotted Tony’s indignation.
"He's- he's-!" he gestured towards the supersoldier, unable to form words.
What was happening here? Why was Romanoff so chill? They had an intruder! She might not look like it, but she was a part of the security tonight!
"Rogers' dancing. Stark's having a stroke," she explained, indifferent.
"Who's having a stroke?" Bruce joined them with a beer in his hand. Tony threw his hands in the air.
"Stark," Nat replied, Clint too busy watching Cap swaying calmly in the rhythm; more or less.
"No one’s having a stroke!" Tony hissed. "This isn't fu-"
"Is that Steve dancing? Who's the woman?" Bruce seemed intrigued, exchanging a glance with Clint.
"She's very beautiful. The captain chose his dance partner well,” Thor hummed behind Tony's back all of sudden, making the billionaire jump in fright. Natasha snickered. Tony pointed an accusing finger at her.
"Stop that! It's your fault! You were supposed to watch her, because I sure as hell haven't invited her."
"She wasn't invited?" Clint finally sounded alarmed and Tony shot him a grateful look. Someone cared!
"Relax, Stark. It is my fault, I was the one to smuggle her in."
“What?!” he cried out, causing few people around them to raise their eyebrows. Natasha rolled her eyes at them.
"Really? Is she a friend of yours? From… business?" Bruce pried carefully and Natasha snorted.
"Barely. But you'll meet her, don't worry."
"She is not posing a treat then?" Thor summed up nothing, his briefly tensed shoulders relaxing.
That was it?!
"Sure isn't," Natasha uttered, the corner of her lips twitching. God, Tony hated Russian spies and their secrets.
"Then I might ask her for a dance!” Thor exclaimed, his grin wide. “She is exceptionally beautiful lady indeed."
"Careful not to step on someone's toes!" Natasha called after him and he made his way to the dancing pair.
"I'm gonna ask her right after him!" Tony declared immediately, disappearing into the crowd and Natasha smirked. She knew you were nervous about meeting them and this was actually rather good way. She just hoped Tony wouldn't annoy the hell out of you.
"And by someone you mean Steve?" Bruce guessed, which earned Natasha a challenging eyebrow from Clint.
"Maybe."
"Did you push her towards Steve or did you sneak her in here, because he asked you to?" Clint asked the right question like always.
She smiled at him playfully. "I'll tell you later. Stop being so nosy, Barton."
"Not fair…" He huffed and went to the bar for a refill, no doubt being determined to see how it would all play out. Natasha chuckled.
"Would you… like to dance?" Bruce asked all of sudden, making her lose her humour, only a brief smile remaining. Sweet.
"Sure, why not..."
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Steve from Spiderman: Homecoming taking a chair to sit with me:  
“So, your fic got a bit longer than expected. Again…. “
Oops? I need a lot of fluffy Steve, amazing Natasha and exasperated Tony in my life :D
THANK YOU FOR READING :-*
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paodequeijofeliz-blog · 5 years ago
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Let me tell you a good story
Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).
Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)
Information:  this takes place after Bloodbound 3, here I’m recreating how Kamilah and MC would meet if she had never gone to Raines Corporation right away.
Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, Kamilah is now a wife and a mother. During a regular family dinner, she decides to tell her daughter and their new son-in-law the story of how she fell in love with Annie after an unusual meeting through the hallways of NYU.
Warnings: there is just a little bit of smut talking in the end. A little. Barely. 
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Let me tell you a good story - Part 7 (Finale)
March 2nd, 2048
“Okay, okay. Shoo everyone. So. Where was I?” Anna scratched her eyes again. “Right, at the gala. After breakfast, Kamilah asked me to stay at the Penthouse, cause’ it would be easier to just get dressed there… Which lead to a day of not working so much, no details needed, of course. Until we finally showered and got ready to go.”
“Me in forty minutes. She…” Kamilah poked her wife’s head. “Took three hours.”
 “Yeah, she still does that” Lysia sighed in confirmation, remembering how her mother took ages to get ready for the daughter’s graduation. “That’s why you’re getting dressed way before me, when the wedding comes.”
“I wanted to look pretty, ok? It’s not every day that a smoking hot rich brilliant woman ask you to be her date.” Anna defended herself, fighting a yawn. “The part you want to hear happened after we were already there…”
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September 16th, 2018
The gala was being held at one of those rich, huge, and fancy hotels, worldwide known, that Anna never really memorized the name.
“Baccarat Hotel, darling. In Manhattan.” Kamilah added, but her piece of information was dismissed by a “Whatever Rich Hotel, doesn’t make a difference” response from her wife.
The event was set to start at 8 pm, so it was already dark outside. The city lights and camera flashes glowed on Annie’s dress when she stepped out of the limousine. That outfit was carefully selected to match Kamilah’s. A dark shade of blue with tiny crystals, like the night sky, making the historian’s smooth skin look like a dangerous temptation. The back was barely covered, and even though it seemed to hug her tight on the breasts, it got looser as it approached the hem, floating and following the woman’s movement. It was beautiful, indeed, but nothing compared to her date.
Kamilah was so absolutely gorgeous, Anna couldn’t help staring at her through the entire ride there, and almost lost her breath when she saw that wonderful goddess looking over the shoulders and smiling invitingly. It was the most beautiful vision in the world.
“Darling, what a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing when I saw you that night” the Egyptian laughed, a hint of red flashing through her eyes, “And you’re still the most beautiful vision in the world, with or without a Versace’s dress on you.”
“I do remember you saying ‘without’ was even better in the end of the night…” Anna looked up to meet Kamilah’s gaze, almost loosing track of the story. “So…”
Kamilah’s gown was a silver provocative mermaid cut with a deep neckline and a set of elegant sapphire jewels. They were the night and the stars, and what the Egyptian didn’t know by them, is that one day, years ahead, Annie would hold her hands on the altar an make vowels to ‘always support you, as the night sky supports the moon and the stars, for you are and always will be my entire galaxy’.
Back then, the only thing they were both aware was the intense feeling pulling them together through the event. For the first couple hours, their sole attention was focused on each other. Both danced, drank and laughed like they were the only two people standing on that ballroom. And even though they didn’t kiss, trying hard to maintain the professional boundaries intact (at least in front of the rest of the employees), it was evident to everyone that something was going on. After the sixth waltz, Kamilah felt this urge to just lean in and kiss the woman she had on her arms, sinking in desire, but Adrian interrupted them right on time.
“Excuse me.” He touched Anna on her elbow, capturing the historian’s attention. “Maybe it’s time for you two to blend in. Why don’t we greet the volunteers who are going to be working in the basement with you next month, Ms. Mali? Kamilah needs to have a moment with the senator as well.”
“Of course, Mr. Raines.”
With a last sparkling smile, Annie left her date and followed Adrian’s lead to a group of people by the bar. They weren’t really interesting to talk to and the conversation flew in circles, getting so dull that soon enough she saw herself drinking more champagne than the recommended. At some point, the main topic became Ms. Sayeed. One of them, Mr. Paul Lynn, was excited to work for her.
“Hold your horses, pal. She can be such a pain in the ass.” Annie finally said something, an empty glass on her hands.
“Really? People said she’s a little bit tough, maybe demanding, but a nice person in general.” Paul landed his eyes beyond Annie’s shoulder, quickly composing himself, but the historian didn’t notice this subtle change of posture.
“Good evening. Am I interrupting?” Kamilah’s voice showed up right beside Anna, her gorgeous features monopolizing every single eye on that group.
“Not at all. We were just chatting about work, how’s the project, the documents, the boss…” Annie also didn’t see how Paul and the others got tense over her words, since she could only stare at the one in silver beside her. “They want to meet Ms. Sayeed soon… But as I was saying, don’t get your hopes up, Paul. Besides being annoying, she’s never around. Never. Definitely not checking on us down in the basement.”
“Uhm… Well, I’m sure Ms. Sayeed probably has too many things to do… Right?” said the tall blond woman named Leah, a new archivist there. Her eyes flickered between Anna and Kamilah, unsure what to think of it.
“I seriously doubt it.”
“Why do you think that?” the Egyptian crossed her arms, dropping an amused glare over Anna. That was getting interesting.
“Well, come on, if this is so important to her, why haven’t I met the woman yet? She doesn’t even sign my paycheck, Mr. Raines does it. I bet she’s somewhere fancy right now, having a hot bath and laughing at the poor souls that have to deal with her freakin’ thousand emails every day.” Anna sighed tiredly, too much champagne in her system. “As I said before, a real pain in the ass. When you think you made progress, there comes Ms. Sayeed with a new order. I swear, there are days my phone buzzes so much, seems like it’s trying to jump from my pocket and commit suicide. That’s her thing, you know? Boss around. Not even a polite ‘thank you for working overtime today’. So yeah, the project is great, Mr. Raines and Kamilah here are both amazing, but throw away any ideas of bonding with Ms. Sayeed.”
“Ms. Sayeed, they’re ready for your speech.” They were interrupted by an elegant man in tuxedo who offered his hand to walk the Egyptian to the stage.
At first, Annie frowned in confusion.
Then, her eyes met Kamilah’s and all the pieces finally connected correctly. The company, the situation, when and how they met, what she said that night, why Ms. Sayeed was never introduced to her…
“Holy shit, I’m fucking the real boss.”
“You’re WHAT?” Paul dropped his chin.
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“OH. NO.” Drake also dropped his chin, just like Paul did so many years ago. “OH NO, OH NO, OH NO”
“I was mad at her!” Annie tried to defend herself, cheeks getting redder by the second. “All I knew was that Ms. Sayeed would only text me orders. Never said ‘hi’, or something nice. Because the one who was saying something nice, in my understanding, was a different person!”
Kamilah couldn’t comment on it, since she was bursting into laughs. No story could make her laugh so much like that one. Slowly, she started to steady her breath, a hand placed over her own chest. By the window, Adrian was also cleaning the tears out of his eyes.
“Come on, mommy…” Lysia smiled kindly at the blushed woman on the floor. “Don’t mind them. We all love you the way you are. Continue the story.”
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Anna had never wanted to burry herself on the ground that much in her entire life. She didn’t even hear the speech, the chock written all over the Brazilian’s face. Kamilah looked gorgeous under the spotlight, confident, professional. Surely was saying some pretty intelligent stuff too. Annie just couldn’t understand it, since she was momentarily deaf. Petrified. Half a glass of champagne still lingering between her fingers. At some point, the speech was over, but the historian only realized it when Adrian touched her back and whispered a request. She heard it, but apparently forgot every single word in English.
“Quê?”
“Dance with me, will you?” He asked again while gently leading her away from the group. Anna only realized what was happening by the time his hand held her waist and helped her to move around at the sound of a slow song. “Hey. Are you ok? Can you hear me?”
She nodded, not risking saying anything.
“Don’t beat yourself so much, Kamilah could’ve told you the truth long ago, but she was having too much fun with this little secret.”
“Huh.” That’s all her voice was able to project.
Adrian muffled a short laugh, bringing her closer and waltzing away from the others. In a couple minutes, they had escaped those curious eyes, approaching the corner of the ballroom, where he slowly diminished the steps to end the dance. “Now, I believe here you’re safe.”
Annie’s gaze wondered around, still lost in her thoughts. She only noticed Adrian had left when Kamilah’s voice echoed sensually by her ear, making the historian shiver and tense like a statue. Her eyes lifted to find brown ones intensely glaring at her.
“Good evening, Ms. Mali. My name is Kamilah Sayeed, and I’m the CEO of Ahmanet Financial. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s leading my most important project. It has come to my attention that you have a few issues towards me and my… Bossy manners. However, it could only be a mistake since last night you seemed really comfortable following my orders in the bedroom.”
Anna bit her lower lip, still quiet.
“Oh, no words? Not a single complaint? What a pity, I was so longing to meet the dazzling historian who managed to criticize my thesis with no mercy.” Kamilah’s fingernails went down Annie’s back smoothly, not leaving marks behind. “Why don’t you come with me to the suite upstairs so we can discuss how many ways am I able to be a real pain in your ass?”
Without even waiting to hear a response, she slapped the historian’s butt before heading to the service elevator with a shining room card sticking out of her neckline.
Anna followed. Hypnotized. No questions asked.
Never again she complained about being bossed around by Ms. Sayeed.
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“Aw, there’s a happy ending.” Drake’s arms were involving his fiancée’s waist, tightening. “So, maybe you were right, baby… They do have a much better love story.”
“Oh, but we’re not done, there is way more. A couple days after that, something terrible happened with Lily, so much changed, and I…” Annie scratcher her eyes for the third time.
That was it. Kamilah leaned down to take the woman in her arms. “It’s time to go to sleep, my love. We’ll tell them the rest on our next dinner, I promise.”
Anna didn’t even have the strength to resist. She was terribly tired, and her wife’s embrace was too damn comfortable. “Fiiiiiiine… Tomorrow night…”.
Adrian smiled fondly at them. With a silently nod and a good night kiss on Lysia’s forehead, he left to his own apartment. Drake and Lysia went to the guest room after cleaning up the table, while Kamilah slowly got up and took Annie into bed.
The historian mumbled something incomprehensible when was lay there.
“What, darling?” the vampire leaned down to hear it better, spooning Anna by instinct.
“I love you, Mrs. Sayeed.”
Kamilah smiled, turning her face to place a kiss on the girl’s temple.
“I love you too, Mrs. Sayeed.”
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primasveraas-writing · 5 years ago
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the only traveler
title from “The Night We Met”
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Haunted by the ghost of you; Take me back to the night we met.
FN-2187 dreams of the man with beautiful dark hair. He watches him being walked down the halls of the Finalizer. He sees him on a far off and unfamiliar planet, donned in an orange jumpsuit and running towards FN-2187. Their bodies collide, and they hug. It’s strange and forbidden, but certainly not unwelcome.
Other times, FN-2187 is trapped and strangled in his dreams, oppressed by a white suit. It’s not his Stormtrooper armor, but it’s just as cumbersome. Except, in his dreams, the suit is wet and leaking, and the beautiful man is there again. The man smiles at the solider, a wide, toothy grin, and the agent of the First Order is certain that these dreams are wrong and traitorous. He tells no one of what he sees, and the dreams continue.
The clearest details from his dreams are of the man, no matter the setting or their apparent circumstances. FN-2187 knows the feeling of the man’s rough hands like he knows the inside of his own bucket. He has that dazzling, gorgeous smile memorized, along with every detail and line of his face.
He sees them holding hands, palms gripped together. The man looks exasperated, and FN-2187 doesn’t know why this, of all things, warms his heart. It’s endearment, but the barest scraps of affection in the First Order never taught him that.
The dreams progress. There is a celebration on a jungle planet, and the solider is looking for the man- he spots the orange jumpsuit amid the crowd of people, and concern leaps into FN-2187’s throat at the sight of the man’s arm in a sling. Then they are embracing, and FN-2187 has never before known the intimacy of another man’s hand clasping the back of his neck, nor the feeling of hugging close enough to feel another person’s breath against his cheek.
The scene changes, but just barely. This time, FN-2187 is wrapped in a hug with two people, the man included. The other, a woman, seems achingly familiar, but FN-2187 can’t see her face to truly place her. Besides, he is holding the man so tightly in his arms that FN-2187 feels as if his heart is going to burst through his chest, even in sleep.
When he wakes after these dreams, time and time again, FN-2187 can feel his face burning. Any shame or contemplation is carefully disguised by his helmet, however, or by the conditioning that teaches the Stormtrooper how to be perfectly neutral and devoid of such things as dreams, imagination, and wonder.
Still, FN-2187 is comforted in sleep, seeing the same images over and over until they are like a home to return to. He’s used to it, and he enjoys it, but he can’t bring himself to say he wishes for it. There is little point in wishing for impossible things.
Even so, the dreams change. As new scenes unfold, the man progressively inches closer to FN-2187, and one night, their lips touch. It’s electric and wonderful, and it leaves FN-2187 burning for more in ways he cannot quite describe.
Nights wear on, and the man never leaves. He kisses FN-2187, hugs him, holds him- does so much more than what FN-2187 can modestly describe. They fall in love- FN-2187 doesn’t quite know what love is, being raised in the First Order, but he imagines that this must be it.
In the dreams, FN-2187 starts wearing a silver band on his left hand. FN-2187 knows enough about the galaxy to understand what this means. He shares a home with the man, spends hours in bed with him, curled up side-by-side. There are children running around, weaving through their legs and groaning when their fathers kiss-
The night before FN-2187 ships out to Jakku, the dreams stop. 
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Poe Dameron dies on Jakku. Finn escapes the wreckage, but Poe is ripped from the TIE fighter as it hurtles towards the earth. He dies upon impact with the unforgiving, solid dunes.
 The Resistance confirms this after his capture, disappearance, and crash. A few Jakku locals manage to contact the General and give her the news.
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Leia's grief is one of the first things he feels through the force, although he won't realize it until much later. It seeps through everything, and Finn sees that she likened the pilot to a son. She has lost two children to a war that still rages on, unbothered by the sorrow of those forced into it. 
Finn escapes the First Order thanks to the man from his dreams. It’s not something that even processes until Poe is confirmed dead, and Finn is safe on D’Qar. 
He tells Leia almost everything. How brave Poe was in flying them away, how kind and unbothered he was with Finn. 
Even my name, Finn says. He even offered me a name, because he knew right away I’m more than just a number. 
Sorrowful brown eyes look back at him, even as Leia tries to smile.
He was one of the best, Leia says, not just because he was an ace pilot.
Finn explains his dreams- most of them, anyway- and how he knew Poe long before the First Order ever took him prisoner. The General hums in surprise, and once Starkiller Base is destroyed with a skillful shot from Jessika Pava, Rey waits before leaving so that Finn can heal and join her in training to be a Jedi.
Luke Skywalker is wise and powerful, but Finn’s mind lingers on Luke’s pervasive aura of grief. It never leaves the older man, however, Finn is almost grateful his own sorrows are echoed in his new mentor. When Luke opens up to his apprentices and talks about the losses of Han Solo and the next generation of Jedi, Finn confesses his own loss. He tells Luke nearly everything.
That night, when Rey has already gone to bed, Luke calls Finn back to their fire and tells him about his younger days as a Rebellion hero with Han at his side. 
You see, he says, Leia wasn’t the only one who loved Han like he was the center of the whole galaxy.
Finn’s true feelings slip between his lips before he even realizes what’s happening. The entirety of his life with Poe- all that was stolen away- comes to the light, in the flickering warmth of the flames. It’s so natural to talk about that Finn isn’t even embarrassed when he sobs onto the shoulder of one of the greatest Jedi the galaxy has ever known.
Hold on to that, Luke advises him. The grief, the memories, the hope you had that you would grow old together. It hurts, but it’s all you have, and the pain aside, there might be some joy underneath.
Luke retires when Finn’s tears have stopped and his breathing has returned to normal. The older man tells Finn to get some sleep if he can, and reminds the young Jedi that his ears will be open again in the morning.
Finn walks through the ancient village, down to the sea. The chilly water laps at his feet and the night air is brisk, but Finn doesn’t mind. He reaches out with the Force, as his mentor tells him to do each day, and there is warmth and love waiting for him, fleeting but not unfamiliar.
When Finn opens his eyes, he looks to the stars and sees all that could have been.
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fancyversace · 4 years ago
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Clueless (Ted Logan One-Shot)
N/A: I wrote this last year (I mean, is the only this I’ve wrote entirely in this language beyond 200 words) and I had lots of doubts about publishing it cuz English isn’t my first language and I really hate make mistake while I’m writting, I hope that you like it and forgive my rookie mistakes lmao. Enjoyyyy!
Characters: Ted Logan x fem!OC
Warnings: None but pluff! C'mon, Ted is a cutie pieee.
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A long time ago (unfortunately not in a galaxy far, far away) Ted used to be Angelica’s neighbour and friend. And he’s been in love with her since forever.
Nobody can blame him, she was gorgeous. She was also funny and kind, and was an amazing cook too; he loved when she callend him Teddy because his mom was the only one who called him like that, and she was the only person besides her who did it too. He felt weak everytime when she tangled her fingers into his hair, or when she brused it softly. She smelled like cherries, and she always looked stunning.
He didn’t understand it, she couldn’t be that magnificent without effor. But guess what? She could and he couldn’t help but fall truly in love with her.
When she went to college in Los Angeles, he felt a bit lost and empty. He missed her so much but at least he had Bill, and he wasn’t too lonely.
Ted didn’t see her since three years ago, but that was the best for her and he knew it. She was one of the most clever minds in High School and she graduated with honors, it’s logical that she deserved study in a smart college with a bunch of smart people. He was the only boy she knew that wasn’t smart enough to stay permanently in her life.
She was a truly bodacious babe, and he was a clueless eighteen years old dude who was dumber than hell.
Talking about that, his luck (maybe his brain too) was so bad that he’s almost reproving physics because… Well, he doesn’t understand a flying shit of it.
Honestly, not everything was his fault. The teacher didn’t explain again when he expressed his concerns and doubts, or didn’t help him when he asked for her advice in many ocassions to resolve those hellish excercises.
When she said his terrible grades, he felt almost humilliated when his classmates started to laugh about him, some of them screamed that he was an idiot, but he looked like he wasn’t too worry about it.
Internally, he was almost crying out loud. Maybe he’s a bit goofy and clueless but he has feelings, and that witch hurted him when she told out loud that he won’t approve her subject and he won’t pass the final test because he was a dumb boy.
Ted doesn’t hate anybody, he’s a goog guy, but in that moment he almost hated her.
“Dude!”, Bill yells at Ted trying to attract his attention. He was so inmerse into his head that forgot about Bill being by his side. “Are you worry about the physics witch? Aren’t you”, his best friend asks.
Ted nods with a gulp when he realizes his fate. His dad is gonna kill him when he finds that out.
“I’m so over, dude”, Ted pulls his dark hair with concern. “Dad is gonna kill me, and the band will split.”
“No way, dude!”, Bill yells again. Ted knows how much his blonde best friend loves to yell when he’s excited or mad. “If you approve the final test you will pass the subject, that was the physics witch said.”
“And how the heck will I approve the test if I don’t know anything about the subject?”, Ted asks. “It’s impossible, dude.”
“No, it’s not!”
The two of them walk through the parking lot when Bill’s step-mom, Missy, parks her car waiting for them. The only thing is that she isn’t alone this time.
That’s a bit weird, being honest. Missy not often has female company, not since she got married Mr. Preston.
And like always, Ted punches Bill’s shoulder and reminds him:
“Dude, she’s your mom!”
Bill moves his head right to left, looking dumber than usual.
“She’s a bit older than us, dude!”, the blonde boy answers. “And look at that babe, is gorgeous.”
Maybe Ted was worried about his low grades in physics and stuff, but when someone mentions «babe», he just can focus on the girl.
He was in love with someone who didn’t have idea, not married or something.
Missy gives them a kind smile when they get close to the car, and the second girl mover her head too; his throat’s dry and his stomach twists nervously at the sight of Angelica.
How can it be that possible? She was busy studying a smart career with a lot of smart people in LA, not in San Dimas!
“Hi!”, Angelica greets when they get into the back seats with a jump. “Gosh, you guys got truly handsome while I was away!”
Okay he’s really nervous right now, but he can act carefree about the situation. He oftenly does it and he manage to fool people making them believe he’s carefree about everything… While in his head he’s on crisis and most of the times crying internally.
Yeah, being a clueless eighteen years old dude isn’t an easy job.
But Angelica is smart and he’s not sure about how many time he could manage this whole situation, she knows him better than himself does.
“You know, baby”, Bill starts to talk crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Puberty and stuff.”
Ted looks at Bill archeing his brows with esceptical eyes; Missy tries to not laugh about him and Angelica smiles.
“I believe that of Teddy”, Angelica says and those butterflies in Ted’s stomach starts to make troubles there because of the nickname. “He was shorter than you three years ago, but look at him now. I’m sure he could play basket in college.”
Oh c'mon! She’s making his whole carefree thing harder than usual.
“I don’t think so, babe”, Ted replies with a shy smile. “But thanks for the accompliment.”
Angelica gives him a bright smile, Missy drives to theit neighbourhood and Bill half-shuts his eyes looking at his best friend, who has his «daydreaming awake» face right now.
Oh man, this guy is so obvious.
“Dude!”, Bill mutters punching Ted’s right arm. “Did you get her over?”, he looks at Ted’s guilty face and opens his eyes with surprise. “You didn’t!”, he mutters again. “Why did you never tell me, dude?”, and yes, Bill punches Ted’s arm again.
“Cuz I knew you’ll be so agressive like now!”, the darkhaired boy mutters back. “And she can’t know about this if I don’t tell her, okay?” So shut the hell up, dude.“
Bill fakes closing his mouth like a zipper and Ted takes a deep breath, being sure that those pretty girls in the fron seats are busy talking to each other and didn’t notice the mutters war that he and Bill had a few seconds ago.
When the car arrives to the neighbourhood, Missy stops it in front of Ted’s house. His dad is in the living room and he can see him through the windows. He can’t help but gulp feeling a bit anxious, and a second later, he and Angelica get out of the car, because her house is next to his own.
"See ya, dude and babe!”, Bill yells at the two of them and Missy shakes her hand in goodby, starting to drive to their house.
Ted barely had noticed that Angelica just has a simple backpack with her, and he look at her with curious eyes.
“That boy won’t change ever”, she smiles. “And you neither, in attitude I mean because physically you grew up very well”, Angelica adds and then looks at the door of her house. “It feels like a century since the last time I looked at that door.”
“It’s been three years since the last time you were stood right here, Ange”, he replies sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “For everyone here that feels like a century.”
She approaches at him, brushing his hair softly, just like only her knows to do it.
“Yeah, I know”, she nods while her hand rests onto his left shoulder. “I missed you a lot, Teddy.”
And Angelica hugs him, burying her face in his chest; she’s a lot shorter than him but that doesn’t matter, being honest. She always says how much she loves the way he’s taller than her (even when he was shorter than Bill a few years ago) and the way they both fit perfectly in each others arms without effort.
The butterflies attack his stomach again while he’s thinking about her. She’s so bodacious that it looks almost like a joke or something.
“Theodore, come here”, his dad shouts opening the front door.
And there’s the fear filling his body again, he’s over… No, he’s more than over, he’s a clueless dead dude.
“Bogus”, Ted whispers and Angelica breaks the hug moving her head, staring at Captain Logan with mischevious eyes. “What'cha gonna do, Ange?”
“Shut up and follow me”, she whispers back and they approach together to Ted’s dad, who has this scarying furrowed eyebrows face.“Hi, Captain Logan!”, Angelica greets with a pretty smile. “I’m sorry if Ted is late, I borrowed him for a few minutes because I arrived to San Dimas this morning and I went for him to the School. Excuse me for that, it’s just… I missed him a lot.”
Captain Logan’s face gets a bit softer (in a way that Ted didn’t believe he could) after her speech.
She’s such a sweet talker and she always wins everything she wants. She has talent and he knows it very well.
“There’s no problem with you, Angelica”, Captain Logan says. “But the principal called me a few minutes ago and told me Ted is gonna repprove physics if he doesn’t pass the final test.”
Oh, no those disapproval eyes. He hates them since forever.
Ted gulps feeling anxious and nervous again. He’s dead.
Angelica giggles and Ted forrows his brows.
“Oh, that has sense”, she says. “He had worried eyes all the way until we came here but he didn’t mention nothing about it”, Angelica pats his shoulder very gently. “I could help him with it if you give me your permisson.”
Okay, her mental sanity went to hell very quickly than he thought.
“I don’t wanna botter you with this, darling”, Captain Logan replies. “He will be better studying alone in his room without hanging out for this entire week until he passes the test.”
Yeah, he’s officially dead.
“But Captain Logan, I’m very sure this whole situation isn’t his entire fault because I know his physics teacher, the woman isn’t so kind and sweet, y'know”, Angelica expresses. She’s good. “I had some troubles with her when I was in High School, and I can help him to approve the test, I swear.”
It takes a few moments but after all her argue, Captain Logan accepts her offer for Ted’s surprise.
“With two conditions”, Captain Locan says a little bit too loud and bossy. “Nobody is hanging out to nowhere and he’s gonna studying with you here in the house while I’m working, until I return from work. Understood?”
“Yes sir!”, the both yell.
Angelica loves to yell like that when she’s in front of Ted’s dad. It’s something funny to do.
“I gotta go again, I’ll be back in the evening”, he looks at Ted. “Take care of your brother, Theodore.”
“Yes sir.”
Captain Logan gets out of the house and walks towards his car, leaving them alone again.
And when the vehicle is out of the sight, Ted takes a deep breath feeling calm at last.
“That was so damn close”, Angelica points, giving him a look. “Could we get into the house? I know we live in California, but the heat is gonna roast me alive.”
Ted laughs.
“C'mon babe.”
Angelica is gonna explain him physics an entire week and they will be alone a bunch of hours until his dad retirns of work every evening… Oh man.
Somebody send help please, Ted will be over for real because a single reason: a pretty and smart girl called Angelica.
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pulpwriterx · 5 years ago
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THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME
(PART 1)
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It was the longest elevator ride of his life.
And Rey was right there, within the reach of his arms, talking to him, intently.
But he wasn't listening to the meaning of the words.
Just the sound of her voice, as the words passed her lips.
Kylo Ren began thinking about all the things she could do to him with those lips…
“BEN!”
The word from his Master was like a slap in his face.
“Stop thinking about the girl. Especially about lovemaking. You have to focus.”
I’m sorry, grandfather. But what I was thinking about? It does not distract me. Are you sure this is our moment?
Ben, this is your moment. You have the skill, and the strength, and the power. You are my sword. Your hand is my hammer. My strength is in your blood. You are Darth Vader. You are Anakin Skywalker. You are not a child in a mask. You are a man. A Skywalker. A breaker of empires. Strike the monster down.”
But why does she have to be here? I don’t want Rey to get hurt.
“Because she fights. And Rey is your light, Ben. You can’t win this battle if the Light and the Darkness are not balanced within you. She will help you achieve that balance. And keep it.”
“I am ready.”
Kylo Ren said that aloud.
Rey stopped talking all that Uncle Luke nerfshit he hadn’t been paying attention to.
“What?” she asked.
He grabbed her, pulled her tight and close against his body and kissed her, desperately.
When they parted, they were both panting and flushed.
She didn’t look unhappy about it, and Rey hadn’t let go of him.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Luck.” Ben said.
“When you smirk like that, you remind me of your father.”
The elevator doors slid open.
“Right now? I have to be. Just like the Old Man.” Kylo Ren replied.
***
“You are nothing, but not to me. Join me. Please.”
Everything else had gone as Kylo expected.
But not this.
Rey wasn’t falling into his arms, after completely understanding everything he said, and wanting to join him in it.
That was what he expected.
And it wasn’t happening.
Instead, Rey was looking at him like he was as much a Sith madman as Snoke was.
Ben began to panic.
She’s not buying it.
Holy Mother Force, I blew it, and I can’t let her go. I can’t.
Then stop talking about the Galaxy, you idiot. She knows nothing about your plan, or your journey. You must sound like a megalomaniac.
Say something personal.
Bare your soul; tear out your heart and hand it to her.
Do it!
NOW!!!
“Rey, I’m not asking you to join the First Order. Or the Sith. I’m asking to you to join me. Take my hand, Rey. My hand. The hand of the man who loves you. Desperately. I love you. I need you. I want you. Without you, I can’t take one more step on my journey toward balance in the Force.”
The expression on Rey’s face changed.
“You want me? As a woman? You want me to join you so we can be together? So we can…make love?”
There was a little tremor in her voice.
A little crack in the armor of nerfshit that a few months of trauma and training with his unhinged Uncle had welded onto her soul.
Kylo Ren moved closer to Rey.
“Oh gods, yes, Rey! I want us to make love! I want to ravish your beautiful little body, right fucking now!” he admitted.
Ardently.
Truthfully?
Rey was a little bit afraid.
But there was something crawling in her belly that was stronger than fear.
I don’t have to stay with him, forever.
Just long enough.
“Take your glove off.”
He did it.
And Rey took Kylo Ren's hand.
He hesitated, only for a moment, and then he pulled her into his arms.
Close to his trembling body.
He pulled off his other glove, put his hands on both sides of her face, and kissed her.
Rey groaned into his mouth and kissed him back.
Sparks flew, and not just the ones that fell from the sky.
They parted.
“Ben. Kylo. Take me to a safe place, away from this dying and make love to me. I don’t want the Galaxy. I want you. Be my teacher. Be my lover.”
“You want me? Really? It’s not a trick?”
Rey touched his face, put her fingers to his lips.
Tell him the truth.
For yourself.
“Does my body trembling in your arms feel like it’s lying? Yes, Ben. I want you. You’re such a beautiful man. I love your face. Your unconventionally beautiful face, your dark, saturnine good looks. You’re a mean, moody, magnificent bastard. A big, bad, black raging-bull of a man. You’re handsome as Hell, and I want to kiss all of your freckles. I lie awake at night, and I think about what you could do to me with your gorgeous, luscious mouth.”
Ben kissed her, again, this time more intimately.
Carnally.
He slipped to his knees.
“Ben, please! The ship is exploding. Showers of sparks are falling all around us. We can’t…”
But even as she spoke, Rey put her arms around him, crushing his head against her breasts.
“No. We are exploding. Those sparks are falling from our bodies. I’ve never been this close to you. I’ve ached to be this close to you, since the day we met.”
Ben wasn’t so bold as to try and liberate her breasts from her clothes, but he did nuzzle against a nipple with the end of his nose.
Rey’s body started to tremble in his arms.
To tremble under his hands.
“Oh, Ben, we’re so close, already. What we did in this room, it brought us so close. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever been ravished, before. It sounds wonderful.” Rey said.
“It will be. I promise.”
Ben pulled away from her, and he started undressing.
“No! Not here! It’s full of dead people in here, and the ship is exploding!”
“Then you'll go with me, to my ship?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean I am joining your side.”
Ben stood up.
He was angry again.
Gods, if he stays angry, I will take my clothes off, right here!
“Here we go, again! Rey, I don’t have a…kark it. I’ll show you. I’ll show you what I’m talking about!” Kylo shouted, angrily pointing his finger in Rey’s face.
He ducked flying sparks, kicked aside a body, and went over to Master Snoke’s radio.
“Hux, this is Supreme Leader Ren. Stop firing.”
“What?”
“Stop firing on the Resistance. They’re finished. We can afford to be generous. If we want these people to accept our authority as their government, we have to show them that we are not just butchers. They have one ship. Let the survivors go.”
“What happened to Supreme Leader Snoke?”
“He died. Old men often do. Stop the attack and start getting our people into…she never gives up, does she? Phasma, stop! Can she hear me? Is she leaving FN2187 alone?”
“No.”
“Nobody on this ship understands what I’m trying to accomplish!”
Kylo Ren closed his eyes and moved one of his hands, abruptly.
“Why did you just move Captain Phasma into an escape pod? You can’t just pick people up and throw them...”
“Stop yammering, or I’ll pick you up and throw you! There’s no time! The ship is…Damn it, hux, put me on the karking Intercom, and get yourself to the Throne Room!”
Rey heard a loud click.
“Now hear this. This is Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. I have good news. First? Old Man Snoke is dead. Also? We have defeated the Resistance. They crashed their last ship into ours. Which leads me to the bad news. The ship is compromised. Try not to panic. The more we panic, the more likely we all are to die. Everyone who would like to continue with me as Supreme Leader, abandon your posts and make your way to your escape pod or your vehicle. We will rendezvous on my Star Destroyer. Everyone who wants to remain loyal to Snoke is free to go down with this ship and die with him. Your choice. For those of you who are evacuating? Go now. Don’t go back to your quarters and pack. You don’t have time. And to General Pryde and my command crew? Execute Order Lucky Number 7. Over and out.”
Ben hung up the radio and made another communication.
“This is Supreme Leader Kylo Ren calling General Organa-Solo. Do you read me? Over.”
The response was immediate.
“Supreme Leader Kylo Ren? What happened to Supreme Leader Snoke?”
“What do you think happened? I killed him. Cut him in half with grandfather’s lightsaber. That’s as close to Darth Vader as he was ever going to get. I wish you could have seen the look on his face. He was so surprised. Like I’ll bet you are, right now. Can all your passengers hear me?”
“They can, now.”
“This is Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. Snoke is dead. His war on the Resistance is over. I will be turning my attention, and the attention of the First Order to our common enemy. The Sith. Contrary to what you all believe, I am not a Sith Lord. I do not follow the Jedi, or the Sith. Mine is a New Path. But, as long as one Sith lives, I can’t follow that path. And there will be no peace in this Galaxy. None for me, and for the planets of the First Order. And none for you, and what you call the Free Planets. I will not be undertaking any more operations of conquest outside what the First Order had already claimed. We will be fighting the enemy, within. I don’t expect a surrender. But it is my hope that you will regroup, and when you have, that we might both fight our common enemy. General Organa-Solo, I would like to have a meeting with you, in the near future.”
“I’ll think about it, Supreme Leader.”
“May we speak, privately, again?”
Rey heard another click.
“Yes, Kylo?”
“Go to Ahch-To and get your brother. He needs a bath, a hot meal, a change of clothes and a warm place to sleep. Once he gets used to that, figure out something to get him to stay.”
“That bad?”
“He’s lost his mind. He’s turned into this crazy old hermit. It’s very sad, and he needs help. And lots of it. Before you go back to your base, go get him.”
“What about Rey?”
“I think he traumatized her. Rey looked better when she was fresh from starving in the desert. I’m not going to keep her against her will. Like Snoke kept me. I’ll give her a choice. That’s fair.”
“It’s also all I’m going to get. You’re getting better at this, kid.”
“I’d better. Because things are only going to get worse from here on out. I have to go. The ship is exploding. Over and out.”
***
“What happened?” Hux insisted.
“Nothing! I don’t see where that’s any of your business!” the girl snapped.
“I’m not talking about that! I mean why is everybody dead?” Hux clarified.
“Haven’t you ever heard of a coup? This is our day, Hux. A day for warriors. A day of Blood and Iron. A day for our gods to take pride in our work. Today, I am their hammer. Look around you. The fire? The blood? The death of our enemies. It’s our own private Ragnarok. Get Snoke’s head, Hux. And his hand. I want to make a mug from his skull. Hurry it up, the ship is on fire!”
“All the sudden, Ren, you’re a religious man?” Hux quipped.
“I didn’t know you were a religious man.” Rey interjected.
“I’m an Arkanian warrior. My life’s work is undertaken in the service of my ancient gods.” Hux explained
Ben grabbed Rey's hand.
“Talk later! Run, now!” he suggested.
He was soon pulling her along through the collapsing hallways.
“What about the Resistance?” Hux asked.
“I took care of that. How about I explain everything to you, later, when we’re safe on my ship. Don’t waste your breath, Armi! ]Run faster!”
***
All three of them had to run through the dying ship to get to Kylo Ren's TIE Fighter.
Rey couldn’t keep up, with the two long-legged men, and Ben was practically dragging her along.
She kept stumbling.
“Ben! Kylo! I can’t keep up with you!” she cried.
Kylo Ren picked her up and carried her.
Oh well.
At least I am going to die in his arms.
That’s stupid, but romantic.
A First Order General wearing both First Order and Imperial insignia was waiting for them.
Quite calmly.
“Supreme Leader Ren, the ship is cleared of our people.”
Ben looked around
“All these fools standing calmly at their posts, they want to die with Snoke?”
“You can’t force people to listen to reason.”
“Yes I can. Hux? The head.”
Ben stood up on a console, unwrapped Snoke’s head from the bloody cloak, and held it aloft.
“You have nothing more to fear from Old Man Snoke! There’s still one transport left. Come with me if you want to live!”
About half of the troopers and officers left their posts and began running towards their new leader.
Some were calm, some were begging for help or mercy, and some were openly crying, and reaching to touch Kylo Ren.
“Calm yourselves, my people. We are free, now. We don’t have to beg any man for mercy. But we all need to escape. Captain Phasma! As long as you are out of your escape pod! Help General Pryde get these people onto the last transport.”
“Are you going to make him into a mug?”
“Yes.”
Ben got down from the table, and he and General Hux and the two other officers herded a stream of souls onto the last transport.
By the time Rey took a second look around, there were less than a quarter of those who had been there, before, willing to go down with the ship.
“Phasma, Enric, get on the transport. Tell TX-1456 to take off, immediately. Your ship is bigger. You need the advantage.”
“You’ll never make it, we must take off together!” the General insisted.
“Then three people will die instead of a thousand. Go. That’s an order.”
***
The part of the Star Destroyer that the last transport took off from collapsed behind it.
The three of them, Rey, Hux and Kylo Ren barely made it to his TIE Fighter, and as it was, Ben had to take off at a 90 degree angle.
“Damn you, Ren, we’re all going to die!”
“Shut up, Hux! Buckle the girl in, first!”
Rey felt heat, and looked behind her.
“Fireball! Fireball!” she sobbed, giddy with fear.
The whole ship was imploding; there was no deck beneath them; everything was fire and ruin.
Instinctively, Hux embraced her, cradling her head against his chest.
“Don’t look! Don’t look! It will be over, soon.”
He reached for something inside his tunic, and began to recite something, in another language.
Rey thought it was Arkanian.
She hoped it was a savage prayer, to his ancient gods.
Who else would listen, at a time like this
Then the TIE Fighter was rolling and fading, and jumping to lightspeed.
All at once.
Rey felt sick.
She clung to her enemy, and he tightened his arms around her.
But they were still alive.
With Han gone, Ben really was the greatest pilot in the Galaxy.
Hux loosed his grip.
“Don’t let go. I’m going to pass out.” Rey said.
But Hux had already passed out.
“How about that for flying? Are you OK, back there?” Ben asked.
“Not really.” Rey told him.
Darkness called, and she answered.
***
General Pryde was waiting in the hangar.
He looked calm.
They all walked together, through the hangar
There was room on Kylo Ren's flagship Star Destroyer
“May I be the first to congratulate you, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren?”
“Not yet, General Pryde. Was the Order successful?”
“Entirely, Lord Ren.”
“What about any casualties among my troops and officers and personnel?”
“Not one?”
“Did we lose any escape pods? Fighters? Transports?”
“Not one. All of our people are present and accounted for.”
“Excellent. In that case, you may congratulate me, General Pryde. And General Hux has decided to join us.”
“And the charming young lady?”
“My Apprentice. Rey Skywalker. No relation. She has no family. No name. So, I have given her my family name. She deserves it.”
“You are fortunate, Miss Skywalker. Young Lord Vader comes from a long line of Masters of great skill in the Force.” the General told Rey.
“Like his grandfather. Anakin Skywalker.” Rey said, a bit defiantly.
“Yes. He was a great man. May the Force be with young Skywalker, that he too becomes as great.” Pryde replied, evenly.
Ben had turned to his other General.
“General Hux? The story is that my predecessor died. Old men do. But before he passed, he named me his successor.”
“No one will believe that! You showed them his bloody severed head! Even a fledgling Stormtrooper will know you killed him and took power. There will be fear in the ranks.”
“Probably. But there will also be awe. I am their liberator. I have liberated myself, and I have liberated those loyal to me. They will understand that. Now, if you will excuse me? My Apprentice and I are exhausted and covered in blood and gore. I am going to retire to my quarters and show her to hers.”
Hux scowled.
General Pryde nodded, crisply.
He put his hand on Ben’s shoulder.
“This day, Kylo? Your grandfather, Lord Vader, is proud of you. As am I.”
“Thank you, Enric. I know that he is. He was with me, this day.”
“You saw him? You spoke to my Lord Vader?”
“Yes, Enric. Now that I am liberated? I am able to communicate with my grandfather.”
“Then my life’s work is complete.”
“Not yet, General. We have much to do.”
Rey took all this in, using the Force to remain serene.
But the way Ben had flown to get them out of danger, the smell of death that clung to her, and the revolting memories of the charnel house that had been Snoke’s throne room?
It was catching up to her.
“But your Apprentice looks unwell, Supreme Leader. Perhaps you should assist her.” General Pryde said.
“I feel sick.” Rey said.
Ben swept her up, and carried her down many long, brightly lit and silvery hallways.
Too many for her to make it, without being sick, and answering, once more, when darkness beckoned
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10-13 for the su asks? :-D
10. Gush about your all-time favorite SU character real quick. Just go on a long, rambling tangent about how much you love them. Do it. We're listening.
Favorite character, hands-down, is Steven and always has been.  In the beginning, I loved his sweetness, innocence, and sheer joy.  Giant Woman is one of my favorite early episodes because you see how delighted he is by everything new and magical around him, and his joyful singing in that episode is what encouraged me to pick up the ukulele and start learning.  But there were always hints that he wasn’t just a silly happy-go-lucky kid without depth; his anger at Lars with I didn’t get to know my mom! and his grief at Pearl “dying” in Steven the Sword Fighter allowed me to trust that the show was really going emotional places in general and with his character in specific.  I’ve loved how brave and selfless he is while also starting to worry about moments like The Test and Still Not Giving Up.  Mindful Education made me so happy even as it brought me to tears because I could understand what he was going through and the feeling of being too frightened to think about the bad things and face the depths.  I’ve loved Steven’s emotional insights as a character while feeling real sorrow that he had to develop these skills to survive both gem attacks and living with a family marked by grief and trauma.  I love that they’ve given him so much space to be happy, in love, grieving, guilty, angry, fearful, ashamed, brave, proud -- every emotion you can think of, really.  I love how Zach has voiced him through the years and I love that he’s fat and round and cries easily and is tied with Connie for bravest kid in the galaxy.  I love drawing him and getting better at it all the time, and I love writing him both silly and sad.  He’s just the best
11. What fusions do you want to see in the show, and who would you like them to be voiced by?
Well, I think our time for new fusions has ended canonically.  But I did kind of want to see a Diamond fusion with Blue, Yellow and White.  Not with Steven, though.  The three of them have come a long way, but I don’t think any of them have atoned enough to Steven to fuse with him.  Perhaps a few decades down the line.  
Bismuth and Pearl would be a delight -- strong and graceful both, but I don’t know actors well enough to guess on who I would her to be voiced by.
Also would love to see Volley and Pearl’s Mega Pearl meet Blue and Yellow Pearls’ Mega Pearl.
12. Which episode do you think has the best aesthetics?
There are so many truly beautiful episodes... gosh.  Alone Together has some of the most joyful moments in the whole series and then some really inventive portions as the fusion starts to fall apart.  The Answer is so lush and romantic.  Change Your Mind of course has the beautifully fluid animation of James Baxter and the new fusions.  Snow Day vibrated with such joy and playfulness.  Why So Blue has such gorgeous backgrounds, and Fragments has the most beautifully alien moment in possibly the entire series -- the shimmer of Pink Steven running, flickering through the forest beneath a starry sky.
13. List any headcanons you have about any characters.
Steven takes up cooking as a way to spend time with himself and work on a human hobby.  He gets inspired by good (and bad) food he has out on the road, and starts booking hotel rooms with kitchenettes when possible.  When he comes back to Beach City for visits, he cooks for Greg, Connie and the Gems regularly, and sometimes for the Maheswarans, especially as he and Connie develop their romantic relationship further.  He loves Cajun cooking, is working on learning recipes from several different regions of India, and has a killer vegetarian lasagna recipe.  His favorite part about cooking is sharing it with other people, but a close second is the satisfaction he gets from working on a recipe, learning new techniques, and improving his own skills.
 Greg and Vidalia drifted apart because Vidalia didn’t understand why Greg wouldn’t do the normal human things for Steven -- get a house, take him for his shots, send him to school.  They fought about it several times with the result that they stopped talking closely around the time Steven was three or four years old, which is why Steven and Sour Cream don’t know much about each other when the series starts.  They start reconnecting after I Am My Monster when Greg apologizes to Steven for not exploring more human means of parenting for him, and he realizes she had good advice he didn’t take and that he’s missed Vidalia’s friendship.  He stops by with Amethyst one night and asks if they can talk.  The three of them talk for hours and after that they start to rekindle a friendship again.  
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scav-eng-er · 5 years ago
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“If Nothing Else, We Have This.” TROS Alternate Ending 5/?
THINGS ARE GETTING EMOTIONAL. While the world is falling apart outside, let us enjoy the emotional scene that is about to unfold. Thank you guys for staying patient with me and waiting for my story, it means so much ❤️ I’m back in the swing of things and the moment this is posted, I’m starting the next chapter! 
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There was a sinking feeling in Rey’s heart as she watched the crowd of pilots, mechanics, and soldiers. She stood at the edge of the clearing, with a gathering crowd amongst the jungle floor. Poe had called a meeting to discuss the punishment to the willing prisoner, Kylo Ren. But Rey wouldn’t go down without a fight, or at least a persuasion. If she could convince a larger crowd, maybe that would be enough to change Poe’s mind. Night had swept in, with fire pits scattered about the base, warming the crowds. Their faces were etched in curiosity, some in fear. The flames flickered their silhouettes against the canopy above, and Rey couldn’t help but shiver in worry. The shadows felt judgmental, waiting to hear her defense. Higher entities that she had to convince along with her comrades and friends. 
Ben, can you hear me? She reached out to him, but there was nothing. Was he sleeping? Could he even hear her? Was he okay?
Only silence.
Finn pulled himself away from the crowd, grabbing her attention. 
“It’s time. You ready?” Even he sounded nervous.
Rey glanced at her boots and sighed. Soon, hundreds of eyes would be on her, testing her words and argument of mercy for the galaxy’s most vile leader. 
But he wasn’t vile. Ben was good, he was full of light, kindness and hope. Palpatine was the one who hurt him, the one who turned him against Luke, his family, the whole galaxy. Her own grandfather did this to him. It was her blood that pushed him into the darkness, but it was her who pulled him out. 
If only the rest of the world could see what she saw. Rey swallowed, and found herself the center of attention. Hundreds of eyes burned on her as she moved to the middle of the clearing. As she walked, she felt like her feet weighed a hundred times heavier, and her palms grew sweaty again.
But she had to try.
“First, I’d like to thank you all for your courage, bravery, and sacrifice,” She began. “The galaxy will remember this day and all those who gave their lives to bring the First Order down. While we celebrate tonight, we will never forget the fallen.” 
Rey gazed around her, speaking to every person as if individually. It had taken a year for her to see how the First Order controlled everything, but for her friends and comrades, some had experienced it their whole lives. And generations before them. A binding control over their lives were now free, but it would take time to rebuild as well. Rey thought of Leia as she spoke, and had even more respect for Poe. Her heart started beating faster, keeping back the emotion tingling in her throat to continue her words of passion. Everyone around her, were going to make the future brighter than any star in the galaxy.
“Those who have lost the fight will only burn brighter in our hearts, and will be remembered as the power to drive us to grow and live!” 
She hadn’t realized her fists were clenched, and she suddenly had the urge to hold her staff, or Luke’s saber, or Ben’s hand. 
Her surrounding audience cheered and shouted in victory. Poe couldn’t help but smirk while Finn smiled at his best friend. They had finally won, the world would know peace again. But there still was the matter of Kylo Ren, or Ben, as Rey called him. 
“Second, I know you are all aware of why you are here. We have our former enemy, surrendered to us by his own choice. Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order has willingly offered himself as a prisoner,” Rey wanted to roll her eyes, having to use his old name. 
Her Ben had surrendered himself, Kylo Ren was dead. 
Somewhere in the crowd, Rey already heard faint voices.
“Burn him!”
“Kill him!”
A shout of agreement slowly erupted among the people, and while she wanted to deny it, Rey felt like a decision had already been made. She gulped.
It scared her. 
“While he must be punished, we are not wild beasts. We, as the forefront of the resistance are responsible for deciding his fate. General Dameron and I are willing to hear what you have to  say, and we will determine his consequence.” 
“SHOOT HIM!” A man screamed.
“Blast him to the stars!” A woman called out. 
“Please, one at a-“ Rey tried to relax the crowd, but they continued on. 
“Drag him by a ship!”
“Impale him with his own saber!”
Rey couldn’t quiet them down, they were getting restless and loud. She looked back towards Poe and Finn, concern etched on their faces. 
The halls were quiet, giving Rose the opportunity to peak around the corner. The coast was clear. 
“Uf!” A large force knocked into the back of her for the fifth time, and she was about to snap. 
“Sorry.” Ben whispered behind her.
“Watch where you’re going,” Rose huffed, “If someone sees us, you’re on your own.” 
“Sorry.” He said again.
While Ben was incredibly intimidated by this girl, he would be forever grateful. She was risking everything to help him. He would face the trial, he would do anything Rey wanted, he just had to see his mom first. 
He trailed behind Rose, constantly checking over his shoulder. They rounded about, but there wasn’t anyone in sight. The tiny taps of Rose’s feet pattered along with Ben’s heavy steps down the hall. She scanned the entrances and hallways, alert and attentive to every little thing that could get them caught. They entered the recovery wing when Ben felt it.
Mom’s not well.
The large white, sterilized room was filled with the injured, recovering from the battle. Some were in worse shape than others. Many were asleep, but some were awake, reading, drawing, staring blankly at the ceiling. 
Rose didn’t know what to do. Do they even know what he looks like? Would they recognize him?
Ben felt her hesitancy.
“Stay close, and keep your head down.” Rose whispered. She walked down the aisle, beds lined on both sides against walls. Ben focused on the ground, watching only her feet lead him on. She glanced at the patients, some glanced at her while talking, others never bothered to look in her direction.
Ben saw them make their way towards a private room, and he felt his feet hurry, determined to get to her.
Rose gently knocked before opening the door slowly. 
Leia Organa looked peaceful in her bed. Her monitor beet gently in the quiet room, and the world went quiet to Ben. She was really here, right in front of him. 
Her hair had gotten grayer, but she was still just as beautiful as he remembered. To the world, she was probably the strongest, bravest and greatest leader. To him, she was just mom. 
They had struggles in the past, and Ben knew she tried her best balancing her leadership duties as well as being a mother. There were times she wouldn’t see him for days for trips, and meetings and Ben would spend time with his uncle Chewie, waiting for her to come home. But then there were the moments where he felt truly loved, when Leia swept him in her arms, her gorgeous grin etched in his memory. Her smile and laughter were his favorite things because Ben knew she was happy. She was happy to be with him.
He felt like he was a 10 year old again, every step towards her bed a giant leap for his tiny feet. Pulling up a chair, Ben’s heart beat wildly against his chest. He wanted to hold her frail, pale,  delicate hand, but he was afraid he would break her. 
He pressed his lips together, and just watched his mom, memorizing every detail on her face.
Rose joined him on the opposite side of her bed, “General Organa? Leia, can you hear me?” She whispered, a soft hand on the older woman’s shoulder. 
In a few moments, a pair of warm, chocolate eyes fluttered open, and Leia turned to one of her favorite commanders. 
“Rose,” she spoke, her voice raspy and weak, straining to give a reply, “Updates. Where is the fleet? How’s Finn? Did Connix make it to-“
“Shhh, General, it’s okay. Everything is fine.” Rose took a beat to savor the next words that came from her lips. 
“We did it. We won.” 
Ben heard the ever so slight hitch in her throat, and her eyes became glassier with every blink. Who knows how long she had been dreaming of this moment, and who would’ve thought she would be aiding her enemy, all in the same day.
Leia sighed, a small smirk appeared, “Well, obviously.”
Rose couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, Ben giving his best of the smile among the current circumstances. 
Rose glanced at Ben before stating, “There’s someone here to see you.” 
When Ben felt his mothers eyes meet his, there was no hate. There was no anger. Betrayal or disgust did not exist. There was only love and forgiveness, warmth and kindness. 
A mother was reunited with her son.
A sob broke out from Leia, “My bpy.”
Ben hadn’t realized tears poured down his face, too enveloped in feeling the love from his mother. Without hesitation, he leaned over as gently as he could, holding his mothers delicate but warm frame. 
“Mom.”
He missed her hugs so much, and the feeling of security of being in them again had him sobbing into her shoulder, staining her gown with his tears. Leia was an incredibly strong woman. She showed strength when others lost hope, she had courage in times of doubt, and she always knew the right thing to say. 
But when she saw her one and only child, her boy who she was afraid was lost forever, taken to the dark when she couldn’t protect him, right in front of her, she knew he had come home. And that would make any mother weep. 
Rose Tico had a lot of anger towards those who favored the dark side, even more so for the ones who profited from it. And even through the pain of losing her freedom, the control of her life, and the loss of her sister, Rose had no regrets helping Ben Solo reunite with his mother. 
She had quietly made her way out of the room, giving them their moment. Dirty fingertips wiped tears from her eyes, a small pierce of pain in her heart at the idea of never hugging her own sister again. She gently closed the door, keeping guard for any passerby. 
“How can you forgive me so easily?” Ben mumbled into Leia’s neck. She still smelled the same, and Ben was reminded of his childhood home on Chandrila. “I hurt you, and-and dad and Uncle Chewie. I can’t take any of it back, or fix the pain I’ve caused. And I’m just so so sorry!” “Shh.” Leia quieted her son, her soft coos in his ear as her weak hand gently rubbed his head, “I should be the one apologizing.” 
Ben wanted to pull away and correct her, but her grip tightened just a bit, keeping him from speaking over his mother.
“You deserved much better than your father and I. We didn’t understand how much you needed us, and we put politics before our son.” She coughed, a rasp and harsh sound erupted and Ben heard it in her chest, and he bunched a piece of her gown into his fist, as if trying to take some the pain away from her. 
“I wish I could start over, and learn from my mistakes. Nothing was more important than you, and you were, are and will always be, my Ben.” 
Ben wanted this. He wanted love, forgiveness and comfort from the one person he needed it most. And now he had it. Leia was never angry, she was afraid she had lost her son forever, because of her mistakes. 
Leia chocked on her words, “If I could, I would hold you like this everyday until you would squirm out of my grasp, all annoyed.” The two managed to giggle between sobs. 
“I would take you with me everywhere and let you see the galaxy, where you could decide what you wanted to do with your life.”
Leia shifted her grip, and cupped her hands to his face, framing his cheeks and staring into his eyes. Her wrinkled hands grazed his cheekbones and she examined every detail of his face. There were fleeting moments where she saw Han or herself in Ben, but he was still his own man. He had grown so handsome and she couldn’t help but whimper at the memories they could’ve had.
“And I would tell you, how proud I am that you were strong enough to fight back. You chose who you wanted to be, and it led you back to me, to Rey, and now you’re home.”
The guilt that had bubbled in his soul slowly faded, a weight was being lifted off of Ben’s shoulders and he felt truly free. He could live among the stars, blasting through the galaxy on adventures with Rey by his side.
But first, he had to face the trial.
His silence and inability to look into Leia’s eyes told her he was worried. 
“What is it, Ben?” A loose strand of black hair was tucked behind his ear, and Ben wanted to fall asleep right there, but there was a more pressing matter at hand.
“Mom, the world is ready to see me dead. I’m about to go on trial, face your troops and commanders and hear what they will do to me. I’ve already lost.” His head hung low, defeated.
“To hell with them!” Leia managed to salvage a throaty yell, causing Ben to jump.
“The world wants to see Kylo Ren dead, but they’re too late. As the resistance builds and fixes what I couldn’t, his name will be nothing more than a whisper in the wind. But Ben Solo has the chance to live the life he always deserved.” Her hands weaved their way into his, her grip tight and determined to make her point known. 
“What should I do?”
“Run.”
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