#than it would if i had two xenos i mean

[seraphsfire]

anyway guys pls give me all ur best vibes, thoughts, prayers, astral energy, whatever you have for my job interview on Tuesday so, idk. Of course all the other ppl who were supposed to get back to me weeks ago did Not

[jimblejamblewritings]

the fake date plot | part. 8

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Warning for this chapter: smut

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

Heads turned when you and James walked into the Great Hall laughing as you held a bunch of stuff and he held ten times more in his arms than you did. It took a lot of convincing you but James Potter had money and liked to spend it. Your ideas of currency were very different and to him all this money was like spending only five galleons. So you let him get a bunch of stuff for your birthday. 

James was pleased with himself. Giving gifts to people made him feel so good inside. He hated receiving a bunch of them though, probably because he could have whatever he wanted without question. When you reached the table you set down everything and started laughing as you took the stuff from James so he could sit down as well. 

“Can you believe we both forgot our wands and we were already at Hogsmeade?” 

“That’s a lot of stuff,” Sirius said. 

“Yeah. I couldn’t get this one to stop so I now have a bunch of stuff. Thank Merlin I need it though.” 

Lily cleared her throat. “Are you coming to the party tonight? I mean it’s your birthday after all.” 

“I’m coming. No point in staying in my bed alone just because it’s my birthday.” You turned to look at James, pointing at him. “I do not need a new outfit.” 

He held his hands up in surrender, claiming that he wasn’t even thinking about making or buying you an outfit. For the rest of Saturday until the party, you didn’t see James at all. He and Sirius were leading quidditch drills in preparation for their upcoming game. Remus and Peter looked up when you entered their dorm. They were getting used to you just showing up. Remus was about to go back to looking at his scrapbooking project when you shoved an invitation in his face. 

“To Sir Peter and Sir Remus, the girls of dorm room nine would like to invite you to our getting ready event.” 

“Do you do this often?” 

You nodded. “Life’s more fun this way.” 

Without any hesitation, the two agreed to come with you. The girls’ dorm was arranged like theirs. But the decorations threw them for a loop. Bubbles, music, and a very sweet scent colored the air. When the marauders got ready for a party, the most they’d do is play music. This was basically a whole new world. They were pushed into fancy skincare and a scalding shower with water from the depths of hell. 

“Remus, how is your hair dry already? I wish I had your porosity.” 

“My what?” 

Mary laughed. “Porosity. It’s just your hair type, never mind. Are we all ready to go?” 

Your rather large group took your time heading down to the Slytherin dungeons. Even though you guys didn’t get along very well, Gryffindors and Slytherins were always invited to each other’s parties. The bass of the music could be heard from outside the common room. You couldn’t help but laugh at Regulus and Sirius already bickering, both with an empty cup in their hands. They had started making up but obviously it took some time and they were still brothers after all. Friendly bickering was in their dna. 

You spotted James on the couch… talking to Xeno. Taking in a deep breath, you went over anyway. Your boyfriend turned his head first, smiling as you came over. The blond boy next to him was slightly stunned. You wanted to adjust but chose not to. The literal climax of your plan was happening tonight and you still wanted it to feel as real as possible. James looked good sitting on the couch and everyone noticed as they snuck glances while doing their own thing. It was the color of a shirt peeking out under the rolled up sleeves of his quidditch jumper and the rips in his jeans. He has to do it on purpose and is aware of what he looks like. 

James extended an arm and his hand fell on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Hi, bug.” 

You sat on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder trying to ignore the piercing eyes from the boy you actually cared about. But you had to. Looking desperate for Xeno wasn’t the way to win him. James wrapped his arms around you while you held his drink for him, not bothering with getting one for yourself. 

“What up?” 

“Tired,” you said with a sigh. 

“You just got here.” 

That seemed to draw the attention of all your friends who were hoping you wouldn’t leave. Even if you were all doing your own thing separately, everyone still needed to be there. James covered your body as you wiggled around trying to get comfortable. Without a second thought, you pulled down the sleeves of his quidditch jumper. He laughed as he realized what you wanted. 

“I know but I was up really late and I kind of have a headache now.” 

“You do?” James asked in earnest. 

“A bit.” 

“You don’t have to stay. We can cancel all our plans tonight if you want to get some rest.” 

The tone of James’ voice made you look up at him. There was no playfulness in his eyes. He was very serious about everything. You gave him a smile. 

“I don’t want to cancel our plans. I’ll just take a nap here and then I’ll feel better.” 

“Okay. Accio, headphones.” 

James handed them to you. Music was already playing, at a very quiet volume, when you put them on. You figured they must have been connected to an enchanted music player. Adjusting yourself once more, you leaned back against your boyfriend with a smile and closed your eyes. Your friends swooned as you did so. In the middle of a loud and hectic scene, you were peaceful. 

James observed his talk with Xeno, trying not to be suspicious. Every so often, he would cast his eyes down to your sleeping form. He was still interested. He wouldn’t keep looking at you if he didn’t care at all. 

“Alright guys, I’ll see you back at Gryf,” James said as he got up and picked you up again. “I’m getting my lady to a bed and then we can keep the party going.” 

Since the younger kids were coming back to Slytherin from Hogsmeade to start their Halloween party, the older students were going to move to Gryffindor in about twenty minutes. They waved their goodbyes to James and promised to find him right away when the party moved upstairs. 

You woke up as James entered the common room and started towards the stairs back to his dorm. 

“Why do we always end up like this?” 

James looked down. “Hello, bug, how was your nap?” 

“Delightful. And I’m now very excited.” 

“Excited?” 

“Yes.” 

James wore a goofy grin as the two of you went inside the dorm. The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth and freshened up. Your favorite songs played while you shaved and James trimmed all his body hair low. You moved to the room without thinking. You both sat in the middle of his bed, now with an awkward silence. 

“Should we lay down and just let it happen naturally? No one else uses this enchanted muggle projector so the professor just lets us keep it. There are a good amount of movies here.” 

“Okay.” 

You and him got comfortable on the bed, cuddling ever so slightly. James’ left hand sat just under your breast as his thumb gently caressed what was beneath it. Your hand snaked down his body and took an experimental squeeze of his pants.

The movie went on without more touches until halfway through. You stiffened up before relaxing at the fingers going under the waistband of your panties. He turned your head to look at him. James watched with lust in his eyes as he watched his fingers pleasure you. It was all of five seconds before your lips crashed onto each other and you moved to the edge of the bed. 

Nearly all of the sixth and seventh and dreaded eighth years moved up to the party in Gryffindor. Not seeing James right away, the others decided to go looking. Remus squeaked and everyone else peeked into the crack in the door. James’ hands squeezed your ass before moving slowly up your body until they were underneath the jumper he made you, fingers trying to undo your bra. You both laughed as he struggled a bit. Eventually, the bra was off, leaving you in just your panties and sweater. 

“They’re looking. How long do you think before they close the door?” James whispered against your lips. 

“I give it two more minutes. Is it just the marauders?”  

“I can see Dorcas, Lily, and Xeno’s friends. The plan is going swimmingly.” He leaned back, not caring that the others could hear. “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this. It’s okay.” 

You leaned back and that made James move his hands from under your jumper. 

“Bug, I’m serious. I will not have sex with you unless you’re one hundred percent sure.” 

“I want to. I’m just nervous.” 

James chuckled. “Hey, I’m nervous too.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. Do you not believe me?” 

“You always seem so sure of yourself.” 

“Being sure of school or quidditch is a lot different from romance or sex. Let’s take it slow, okay?” 

“Okay… Can I take your shirt off?” 

“Yeah, love. Can I take off yours?” 

You nodded. The door slammed followed by someone yelling sorry the moment James started lifting the hem of your sweater. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh. Reassuring James now that everyone was gone that you actually did want this, you continued feeling up and down each other’s upper body. He groped at your boobs, running a thumb over your nipples. 

“These are gorgeous.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m serious. So fuckin gorgeous.” 

“James,” you moaned as he took one in his mouth. 

“Can I fuck you, love?” 

“Absolutely.” 

You scurried up onto the bed in the most undignified fashion, making James laugh. He followed suit. James groaned as he started to sink into you, pausing when your nails dug into his skin. “Are you okay?” 

“It’s just hurts a bit.” 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

“No. Keep going.” 

He went slower, kissing you as he did to try and distract you. When he sunk in all the way, he checked in on you again. James waited for you to open your eyes. 

“We good?” 

“Yeah, please move.”

Your mouth dropped open as James started pumping. He smiled in satisfaction that you were feeling just as good as him. Maybe he knew what he was doing, just a little. You whimpered his name a little as you grabbed at his biceps. 

“You feel so good, Y/N. So warm and fit me just right.” 

He also felt warm inside you. He shouted your name before finishing inside you. The sheets stuck to your naked and sweaty bodies as you both tried to come down for your highs. James pulled you closer until you were on top of him. 

“That was amazing. I’m really glad we chose to do it with each other.” 

You pecked him on the lips. “I really enjoyed it… We should probably put on clothes before everyone comes in.” 

“We probably should. They’ll still be in your dorm. Do you want to join them after?”

You nodded your head as you got off the bed, James staring at your naked body. He grabbed your hand and pulled himself out of the sheets. The two of you stood side by side, comfortably naked, as you brushed your teeth and washed your face before getting in the shower together. James added a warming spell to the pile of freshly done laundry so you could have your pick of warm clothes. 

“Is it bad that I want to just stay here? Round two maybe.” James’ words were muffled as he put on a t-shirt and a jumper. 

You laughed. “Plenty of time for that later, pretty boy. Let’s go see our friends.”

(part 9)

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[ryusuisloveinterest]

Xeno and Stanley flirting with Senku's mom who is a doctor after they made peace with one another, either separately or together works!

-🧨 Anon

Hello 🧨 anon! Thank you for the request! I hope this was good for you. I kinda made it a little stressful and angsty ig??? but I picture senku’s mama protective so that’s what I wrote lol. Also Xeno’s is much longer than Stanley’s sorry about that. I hope you enjoy! 💕

Xeno and Stanley flirting with Senku’s mom 🩷

I don’t think Senku would revive his mom after he found out what happened to Byakuya. He doesn’t want to be the one to tell his mother what happened to his father. But eventually he had to wake you up, after all a boy needs his mother. When you found out what happened to Byakuya you didn’t dare cry in front of him (so that’s where he gets it from). You hold him in your arms and explain to him that you’ll always miss and love his father but he would want him to go forward and enjoy life. But as soon as you’re behind closed doors, you burst into tears, crying for your husband and how you could never say bye to him or tell him how much you love him again. But of course life goes on. Senku continues to work on his science and you’re there with him every step of the way. But you couldn’t just stand around and do nothing forever! You decided to do what you do best, help others! You opened your own clinic and became the first official doctor in the stone world! Of course on your off time you go and visit Senku in his lab, bringing him and his colleagues treats and whatever supplies they need, including Xeno and Stanley. Safe to say they’ve taken quite an interest in you.

Xeno:

Xeno first met you when the Time Machine idea first came into mind

Senku awkwardly walks in with you following, cooing at all the things he’s accomplished 

“Awww my little boy has grown so much! I’m so proud of you!”

Cue blushing Senku 

Of course this also makes Xeno chuckle 

“Is this your mother Dr Senku?” Xeno holds out his hand, “Dr Xeno. It’s a pleasure to meet you maam.”

Your smile quickly fades when he says his name, but you try to fake a smile

“Ohhhh so you’re the one that tried to get my son killed🙂”

He’s so taken aback

No one messes with mama’s boy

“Calm down ma I told you it’s all over now. He’s an ally”

You quickly remove your hand and walk past them. “He better be”

You then your head to face Xeno, “and you better keep your hands off my boy”

Oh he’s gonna like you

Every time you came over to the lab Xeno would try to start conversation 

“Any patients today?” “Your son just came up with a new idea for the Time Machine.” “I heard you used to want to visit the states.”

At first you would half ass your answers

“No.” “I know he’s brilliant, now where is he?” “Not anymore.”

But your slowly started to warm up to him, and I mean slowly 

“How was your day?” You asked him once. This was how you got to know each other better.

One day you walk in looking to give Senku some fruit you just bought

“SHIT!” You run to the scream and see a spilt concoction and a burn on Xeno’s hand

You set the fruit down and head over to him. You take out your water bottle and pour it on a towel, placing it on his hand

He smiles at the gesture

“I bet you didn’t think I’d be your patient today.” He teases

You chuckle, “nope, but you somehow always surprise me.”

Your bring out some ointments and continue to treat him

“I knew you were beautiful but you look like heaven this close.”

Shocked, You stop what you’re doing but quickly continue 

Xeno smiles and continues to watch you work 

That wasn’t the last you’ve heard of his teasing

“Welcome back Mrs Y/N. I smell a new perfume. I’m assuming it’s from Mrs Yuzuriha’s collection?” “You look so gorgeous today, as of course you do everyday, but you seem different somehow.” “I always like it when your hairs up.”

But one day he said it infront of senku. 

“Could you two stop being gross? I’m trying to work.” 

Senku thinks he hid it, but of course you catch it. the worry on his face

Pulling Xeno aside, you tell him, “do you know the reason senku wants this Time Machine to work? Because he wants his father back, and I want my husband back. I know my son, he’s worried that if he brings byakuya back that I’ll love you instead of him. Which wouldn’t be true!”

Taking a deep breath you continue, “but if for some reason my genius boy can’t find a way to do so, which I’m sure he can… I wouldn’t mind trying a life with you Xeno…”

You look him in the eyes, “just spare my son his worries…”

Xeno sighs and smiles, “of course, I mean I don’t want my greatest colleague to resent me. But I hope you know I’ll hold you to your word.”

Stanley:

Same as Xeno, you immediately all him out for trying to kill your precious boy

He honestly tries to keep his distance from you at first, he doesn’t want to cause a problem

Until one day he came back from hunting very injured

Xeno sent him to you as soon as he saw him 

Not being able to deny a patient you tell him to sit down and wait to be taken care of 

He didn’t say much except for a thank you and sorry for the trouble, but you didn’t mind at all

This became a routine for the both of you

He would come in with just a small cut or a nearly broken arm and you would take care of it 

He thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in the world 10000%, but when he walks in and catches you hurrying around with the necklace Byakuya gave you he keeps to himself

So for months and months he will make small talk as he kept visiting you

“How’s your day so far?” “Bet you didn’t have the same patient everyday like me 3700 years ago huh?” “I can see where senku gets hard work from.”

Every single day his feelings for you increased

One day he didn’t realize his words slipping

“You’re such an angel you know that? Always taking care of me. You should let me treat you for once.”

Your head snaps up

“What?”

He’s too far in now

“I wanna take you out. Yknow grab a drink, actually talk and-“

“I’ll wait for my husband.”

He’s instantly quiet. He doesn’t dare say another word

You hold your face in your hands

“This Time Machine is a long shot. I know my boy is a genius and he can do anything he puts his mind to but I know some things aren’t possible.”

“Y/N I-“

“Please let me finish. I want Byakuya back more than anything in the world, but if he can’t come back… I’ll go on a date or two with you…”

You give him a soft smile

“Thank you, y/n. I hope whatever happens makes you happy,” he says as he takes your hand. 

“Thank you. And please don’t tell senku about this.”

“I promise.”

[themissinghand]

Dr. Stone: Growing Up With Stanley Synder

Note: Received a request from anon but sadly lost the OG request message. Thanks for the request though! Always open to taking requests, and for other fandoms as well! 

Summary: Headcanons of what it would be like growing up together with our favourite sniper king. 

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x GN! Reader! 

Warnings: Spoilers for the characters, but no canon plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

★・・・・・・★

Childhood Friendship:

Stanley Snyder has been friends with you since you were kids. It’s not really a choice, considering you two were practically neighbors, and your parents being friends with one another. 

Even so, Stanley felt like you two just clicked upon the first meeting. 

Stanley never thought you two would share many similar interests and hobbies.

Often, Stanley would spend countless weekends with you, playing sports, watching movies, discovering hidden gems in the city, and pranking others. 

Stanley’s family were incredibly supportive and happy that their son were getting along with you so well. So they often invited you to go over whenever your parents had work overseas.

They encouraged open-mindedness and respect between the two of you as you two sometimes fought and got mad at each other for little things. 

Stanley learned to apologize and forgive, how to be stern and patient, and be the kind and responsible “other brother” in your friendship

Back then, he was just your childhood friend.

Realization of Feelings:

Stanley began to realize his feelings for you when he was in high school. 

He found himself blushing around you and getting nervous when you smiled at him. 

He cared for the little things, and didn’t want to disappoint you when he got in trouble with his guy group.

Stanley became increasingly protective of you, always looking out for your well-being. 

He'd insist on walking you home after school and making sure you were safe.

Sometimes, he would even go out of his way to take care of you when you were sick.

Stanley developed a habit of calling you at night. Asking about your day, and tell you about his. 

He loved these late-night conversations, just you and him, sometimes sharing stories, gossip, dreams, fears, and secrets. 

Stanley found comfort in these talks, and it was during one of these moments that he admitted to himself that he had a crush on you, and can’t let you go.

Courting & Confession:

Stan isn't afraid to show his affection, like offering to carry your backpack or complimenting you about your looks, knowledge or personality.

He often buys you food and eventually became your personal professional driver.

Stanley reached out to his closest friend, Xeno, about his feelings, seeking advice on how to confess. 

Xeno encouraged him to be honest with you but also cautioned him to respect your boundaries in the case that feelings aren’t reciprocated. 

(Xeno was sure that it would be, that sneaky little Einstein)

One day, Stanley finally mustered the courage to tell you about his feelings. 

Stanley and you sat together under the beautiful night stars during one of your many weekend hangouts, and it was then he blurted out his confession. 

“Hey Y/N, you know, we've been friends for so long…practically since babies. You know you were really ugly back then.”

“Oh shut it, like you weren’t a brat.” A shared nudge and chuckle.

“Hey, there's something I need to tell you." 

"Yea? What is it, Stan?" 

"Well, it's just... ah screw it, I really like you. Not just as a friend. I mean, I like you a lot. More than I've ever liked anyone.” 

From your looks to your personality to funny moments and lovable times, his rant went on for a bit like a kid describing his favourite cartoon.

"Damn, I know it's probably weird to hear, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. But can you give me an answer soon?” 

Stanley closed his eyes and waited patiently for your answer. At this time, he really wanted to smoke.

"Stanley Synder, you dummy. You know, I've been feeling the same way.” Stanley felt a hand on his shoulder, waking him up. 

“I was just too scared to say anything."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I've liked you for a long time too, Stan. No matter how much of an annoying show-off and-." He pulled you into a little hug which cut you off, but you didn’t mind. 

The hug now felt a little differently than before.

You two stayed like that for a bit, relishing in the peace and quiet, in relief.

"So, what do we do now?" 

"How about we keep being us? We don't have to change anything about our friendship, just add a little extra something."

“Hmm, that sounds perfect.”

[sleepyfan-blog]

Mattias' Arrival (1)

Author’s Note: This is Mattias’ introduction into the Astartes’ Husbandry AU and is connected to Cedric’s current character arc. For other adventures click here and here. First. Previous. Next.  Thank you very much @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me borrow her oc Petras

Tagged:@egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34 @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Warnings: Lying, manipulation, blood, violence, Petras being Petras

Summary: Mattias goes from chatting with one of his brothers to finding himself on M3 Terra. Luckily for him, he’s immediately found by a group of older Black Templars and made a member of their Crusade. 

“So… What do you think it’s going to be like when we are deployed with our firstborn brothers?” Matias asked as he gently nudged one of his siblings.

Lestra hummed briefly before shrugging “I don’t know. Hopefully they are a bit less uptight on the rules than our Ultramarine minders have been.”

“... Can you really blame them for that, though? Their Primarch arose from near-death while Maccrage itself was being invaded by Chaos and Xenos alike. For the first time in ten-thousand years a primarch leads the Imperium. Their gene-sire walks amongst them once again.” Mattias points out, a tiny smile appearing on his face and he sighed wistfully “Imagine if you will, if Lord Dorn were found alive and willing to lead the Imperium once more…”

Lestra let out a small sound, muffled by the hand they’d pressed to their mouth, as their eyes widened “I… Oh. I get it now. Yes, you’ve made your points, and made them well. I’m… I’mgoing to need to take a moment to process that last thought you’ve given me…”

Mattias nodded, stretching and yawning a little. He found the strict training schedule that the Ultramarines kept them on to be both familiar and comforting. “It’s about to be lights out so we should head to our assigned bunk room to sleep.” He pointed out. They had four and a half hours of downtime that they were allowed to use to do any number of tasks or even… Learning a new skill outside of their assigned roles as Battle Brothers. It was amazing if mildly terrifying.

It was an unprecedented amount of free time, and Matias was eagerly learning to wield some of the other kinds of melee weapons that were available to practice sparring with in the Ultramarines’ armory. HIs favorite so far was a spear and short-sword combo that gave him all sorts of two-weapons techniques to learn and practice drills with.

“We still have over half an hour before our assigned sleep time and we’re in real-space.” Lestra pointed out “I want to look at the stars on the observatory deck. It’s so much better to be able to see them, rather than trying to memorize star charts that the Mechanicum gave us to memorize during basic training.” Lestra pointed out, green-blue eyes shining hopefully at his Brother as he asked.

Mattias heaved a sigh. Some of their more wary fellow Primaris brothers had quietly insisted that if Primaris marines were to wander around different parts of the ship and away from where larger groups of them were, to at least stay in pairs, for their own safety. While the Ultramarines had been accommodating and pleasant hopes, some of their more tightly wound fellow Primaris marines were convinced their kindness was some sort of test, and that the usual misery would fall upon them all at one point. Mattias was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen - if the Ultramarines were going to be cruel to them, why pretend to be nice at all? But he dutifully stuck to the request. “Alright. We’ll go to the observatory deck… Again.”

Lestras sulked a little “Yes, again! The star charts that we were given to memorize have so far not been entirely accurate! Some of them were wildly inaccurate. I suspect that the reason why the star charts are incorrect is because of the time it takes to survey a given star system and get it sent back to Mars means that the drift and motion of the planets and star or stars in the system have already shifted out of alignment… Or because one or more of the planets have been destroyed for one reason or another. But I find it really fascinating to compare the information we were given to what is actually tr-”

Mattias held up a hand, pausing his sibling’s rant, the amused grin on his face dropping a little “I’d be happy to accompany you to the observation deck. I know how strongly you feel about this… But you know to question the veracity of certain things is heresy! Please be careful with your words, dearest sibling of mine. I know that you are loyal and true, but our hosts don’t know you as I do and the walls have ears and eyes everywhere.” He kept his voice light and calm, trying to shake off the ominous worry gnawing at his hearts.

Lestras huffed and grumbled “It’s just… It’s possible to travel through time as well as in space in the Warp, both backwards and forwards relative to one’s starting point. There have been several documented cases of that happening on a massive time-scale. If we ever do end up in the past, the differences in how the star charts we memorized are, versus what we see before us is one way to have a relatively accurate guess as to when in time we are. That is all I meant by it.” Lestras grumbled, though they nodded slightly in understanding.

“Mmm-hmm. Do you want to tell me more about it?” Mattias asked, even though he had heard this particular rant from Lestras more than once. It was a favored topic of theirs, and he enjoyed the passion and joy in which they took in talking about stars and astral-navigation. Mattias found their enthusiasm to be very charming and hoped to find a similar passion one day.

The Ultramarines encouraged their attempts at varied learning, which was a breath of fresh air. Compared to the rigid training of the Mechanicum. Especially as they did not like questions beyond the acceptable ones, and punished incorrect questions and lines of thinking with heavy mecha-dendrites…. Unless one’s questions were unfortunate enough to get The Creator’s personal attention. While he seemed to enjoy indulging others’ curiosity when in a mood… Those brothers were often taken away and never seen again.

Mattias managed to pull himself free of his mauldin musings when he and Lestras arrived at the Observation deck. His sibling was too focused on the stunning spectacle of stars and planets to notice the lurking Ultramarine Captain standing near one of the armored windows. They rushed in, dragging Mattias along with them and pressed their hands against the toughened glass, looking at the planet that the ship was in geo-stationary orbit around.

Mattias couldn’t remember if he had been told the name of this world… But this was where the Primaris Lamenterts, along with their assigned ships and supplies were being dropped off at, to be led by Brother Sargeant Hagiel of the Lamenter’s third company. “Woah, hey, Lestras!” He called out as the other dragged him across the floor, glancing briefly at the Older Cousin who was watching them, a small smirk appearing on his face as he watched them. 

“What? It’s such a beautiful sight, and it’s not as if anyone comes into the observatory! It’s one of the least-used parts of the ship… Which I do understand, while we are in the warp, as it is quite dangerous to observe the warp, even through the gellar fields, madness and worse lies for the fool who does that… But in real space the view can be-” Lestras rambled, unaware of the Firstborn watching him. 

The Ultramarine’s shoulders were shaking a little, and he put his red and white crested helmet on, presumably to prevent the laughter that was clearly shaking his body to be heard by either of them. 

“Yes yes I know all that. But see, we-” Mattias started, before falling silent as the firsborn Marine raised an armored finger to his face plate, over where his lips would be, as a shushing motion before he slowly started to leave the observatory, moving soundlessly as he did so “-should be fine! Sorry, I thought I saw something. Now what do you think of the system?”

“The planets and other major bod-” Lestra started to say, before a blinding flash of white washed through the room, causing Mattias to cry out in alarm, throwing an arm over his face to try and preserve his vision, the other trying to grab blindly for his sibling.

~

Mattias could not say how long it took him to blink the blinding white out of his eyes. He knew for certain that he wasn’t suddenly teleported somewhere - teleporters had a different color and he both would have been forewarned about being teleported, or activated a teleporter beacon if he was high enough ranked to merit such an artifact… Mattias found himself at the bottom of some kind of ravine or canyon. The orange-brown stone walls stretched several hundred feet above, carved over time by the river that he could see. The water was a stunning shade of blue-green and shone in the bright light of the single star he could see in the sky. It was a cloudless day and he could feel a light breeze on his face. 

He fumbled with his helmet, which had been clipped to his belt, before placing it on his head, hearing it click into place before he activated the vox-caster in his helmet, broadcasting on all Black Templar frequencies first “Hello? Is anyone nearby? Do you know where we are? I don’t know how I got here, I was in orbit around a habitable planet moments ago. This is Brother Mattias of the Black Templars, can anyone read me?”

There was a deafening silence that lasted for what felt like an eternity before there was an answering voice on the vox “This is Brother Cazzard of the Sprechembriech Crusade of the Black Templars. From the confusion in your voice, I’m guessing that you’ve just landed on Ancient Terra. Send me your coordinates and I’ll come get you… What’s your rank? I am a veteran battle brother.”

“Uhm… It’s a little complicated?” Mattias answered as he dutifully sent his exact location to the Brother he was speaking to “I’m a Primaris marine, sir. I am… I was with the Indomitus Fleet, along with the rest of the Primaris Black Templars, heading to where the Black Templar fleet was being assembled to swear fealty to the Imperial Regent, who is leading the Indomitus Fleet.”

“Ah so you don’t technically have a specific rank within the Black Templars because you haven’t met your older brothers, yet. Given what I’ve heard about Primaris Marines, you’d be considered an Aspirant, until one of us takes you on as an Apprentice. Who’s the Imperial Regent, by the way?” Brother Cazzard asked “Got your location ping… I’m close to the top of the canyon you’ve found yourself in. There’s a footpath that you can use to get to the top of the canyon. This place is a pretty popular attraction to the local mortal populace. I’ll bring you to the sarge and he’ll explain the hows and whys of where we are, Mattias.”

Foot path?... Hmm… Oh! He could see small groups of mortals, some of them riding four-legged animals, walking down the path. They were across the river from where he was standing. “I see the path. I’lll need to cross the river to get there. Is the water safe to move through?”

“It is. Are you in armor?” Cazzard asked. “And is it void-ready?”

“Yes sir, on both counts.” Mattias answered promptly.

“Good lad. Just walk across. There shouldn’t be enough pressure in the water of the river to cause you issues, and the water doesn’t run fast enough to cause you problems when crossing. See you soon, little brother.” Cazzard rumbled. 

Mattias pouted a little as he did as he was ordered to, as he could hear the amusement in his voice.

~

Two months passed without Mattias noticing the time. The realization that he was on Holy Terra was a huge shock to the young Black Templar, who had never had the honor to step foot on those sacred grounds, despite having been trained ever since he could remember within the halls of the priesthood of Mars. He had briefly interacted with other wandering Crusades of older brothers, but mostly kept respectfully quiet and to the back of the group, observing how his older brothers interacted with one another.

There were groups of Firsborn Cousins who preferred to stay in one place and dig in, fortifying whatever town or region that they lived in. It was in one of these forts where he had briefly met a couple of his fellow Primaris Marines - an incredibly anxious Judiciar and a tightly wound Apothecary in training.

Both of them had been nice enough, but they had also been really weird and borderline hostile towards his older Brothers - who while strict, had taught him much. They also interacted with traitors on purpose and without the due venom and wariness that warranted, so Mattias avoided interacting with Ramiel and Cedric more than absolutely necessary. 

Captain Deitrich - a venerable Dreadnaught who serves as the leader of their warband - called out to Mattias. He had been speaking with the leader of the other Templar Warband who were in the area, a Chaplain Captain. “Mattias, come here, lad.”

“Yes sir.” Mattias answered obediently, standing up from where he had been sitting on the ground, making minor repairs to one of his boots, sliding his foot inside of it before walking over to where his Crusade Leader was standing. “Did you require something of me, sirs?”

The Chaplain Captain looked him over critically before humming “You are indeed a Primaris Marine. Of the handful or so I’ve heard of being on Ancient Terra, you’re the only one I know of who is part of a proper Crusade… Which I find strange, given that there are at least two, possibly as many as a half-dozen Primaris Black Templars within the nearby mortal city. Not that the Cousins who run the base will allow us to meet any of them.”

Mattias blinked in confusion “Are… Are you talking about Judiciar Ramiel, and Apothecary in training Cedric? I’ve met them once or twice… They were a little strange, but nothing that some time around Older Brothers wouldn’t fix.”

“Care to explain that comment, apprentice?” The Chaplain asked, his steely blue gaze sharpening a little as Mattias spoke. 

“Both of them were tightly wound and very anxious. I imagine being surrounded by strangers and forced to be polite to filthy traitors and corrupted heretics is awful.” Mattias answered, shuddering a little at the very thought. He couldn’t imagine staying in one place all the time. Being unable to wander and explore, on top of all of the nonsense that they had to deal with. He was perfectly happy to stay with his older brothers. 

“... I see. Walk with me, if you please, Matthias. I think I may know this Ramiel, from Before, and I’d like to discuss what you know of him in greater detail, privately.” Captain Petras murmured, his voice quiet and thoughtful as one of the other’s hands lightly pressed against the middle of Mattias’ back.

Toroz looked up from where he was leaning against a nearby tree and tending to his chainblade “If you wanna talk about the other primaris marines, why not in front of us? They’re our little brothers too, same as Mattie here.”

There was a flash of emotion that crossed the Chaplain’s face, but it faded as quickly as it came. HIs voice was clipped and curt “Ramiel may be my apprentice, from Before. He…” There was a tremor in his voice and he looked away from the two groups “He was killed, in M42. I was unable to avenge his death, before being brought here by the whim of whatever brings us here.”

“... Oh.” Toroz responded, a guilty look appearing on his face as he took a half step back, looking away from the chaplain captain. 

“I’ll tell you know about Judiciar Ramiel, but truth be told sir, I don’t know much about him.” Mattias answered earnestly, dutifully walking alongside the older Black Templar, mentally going over what he did know of the other Primaris marine.

~

“You know, you very nearly had me fooled for a moment or two.” Chaplain Petras murmured his voice light, and almost pleasant, if not for the strangely intense expression on his face. 

“What do you believe that I’ve fooled you about, sir? To my knowledge, I have done or said nothing that would present myself or anything that I know of in a false manner, sir.” Mattias asked, a genuinely confused expression appearing on his face as he looked at the older templar.

There was a very strange and disconcerting look on Petras’ face as he stalked closer to where he had ordered the younger Astartes to sit. “That you didn’t recognize me. That you didn’t remember our last encounter. It did take me a few moments to place which of the abominations whom I had culled in M42 you were. But then I remembered your timid, babbling Brother. The one who rambled uselessly about star charts.”

Mattias felt his hearts lodge themselves into the back of his throat, and his eyes widened in utter confusion and distress. Cedric and Ramiel had both warned him that not all Firstborn Brothers had reacted well to the Primaris Rollout, particularly within their own chapter. “Are… Are you referring to Brother Lestras, sir?” He asked, voice cracking in grief and anger at the thought of his sibling being killed for existing. There was nothing wrong with them!

Petras sneered down at him, raising a power-claw clad fist and attempting to strike him across the face “Did I tell you that you could speak, abomination? But yes. Lestras was that waste of resources name, I remember now. I found him here, you know. On Ancient terra. His wounds were grave, but survivable. I knew that those soft-hearted fools would be coming by soon so I could not kill him fully, but I ensured that his wounds would kill him.”

Mattias had been so startled by the reveal that, had he not been trained since he could begin to move combat maneuvers, he would have allowed the blow to hit him. As it had been long-engrained inside of him, Mattias rolled backwards off of the rock he’d been sitting on, evading the strike. “You… You killed them here? On Ancient Terra? Why?!” Mattias snarled, now up on his feet, fury boiling in his hearts. How dare this bastard do this?

“You Primaris Marines are wasteful abominations of flesh and gene-seed. You should not exist, and it is my duty to cull you miserable wastes of sentience wherever I find you. The God-Emperor himself has granted me this second chance to continue the culling. Why else would I have been brought here, after I was struck down by that fool, otherwise?” Petras revealed, the utterly terrifying look on his face intensifying “I did not say you were allowed to move, abomination. You will kneel before me and take your punishment for existing and for daring to endear yourself to proper marines. To true Black Templars.”

Oh like fuck he was! Mattias hissed “The fuck I will! You just admitted to murder and you’re calling me the abomination? That’s fucked. You want to hurt me? Just try it old man!” With that he charged the chaplain at full speed, pulling out his blade and trying to slash at the other with an overhead, two-handed strike.

It felt as if time had slowed down to a near stop, as Mattias tried to continue his charge.

Petras laughed, one hand on some kind of device, the other hand curling into a fist as the electricity crackled in the power-fist before slamming his fist into Mattias’s rib cage. “You poor, foolish idiot. Do you think that you’re the first abomination to try and lash out?”

Mattias let out a pained whimper as he felt his ribs crack and the electricity set fire to his nerves, still stuck in some strange sort of temporal slowing unable to dodge or attack back. “You… Bastard!” He slowly, agonizingly slowly, staggered towards his helmet, intending on calling out for help. 

In between one moment and the next Petras had somehow snatched up Mattias’ helmet and threw it out of his immediate grabbing distance and struck him with impossible speed, this time striking his back with another electrified punch from the depths of the warp itself “Oh no. I will not let you -”

Mattias heard something snap in his back and he felt the feelings in his legs go numb. His hearts were pounding away so loudly and so swiftly in his ears, his breath rapid and shallow, and yet… His body was so slow to respond. “Bastard!” he hisses, interrupting the other’s rant. There had to be something he could do? They weren’t too far from the rest of the group, so if he yelled loudly enough… They should hear him. Mattias took in as deep of a breath as he could manage and screamed “HELP! HELP ME PLEASE! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!”

The sound of his voice seemed to echo strangely off of the trees and bushes and Petras laughed, dark and amused “You poor, naive fool. Do you really think that I would have been so careless as to make sure that they could hear you? I am quite familiar with how far Primaris Marines’ voices can carry. How loud they can be, when they are desperate, sniveling and hoping for a rescue that will not c-”

The sound of several sets of armored footsteps echoed reassuringly back and hope blossomed in his chest, even as Mattias could not stop himself from falling to the ground. He used his hands to catch himself so that he didn’t smash face-first into the ground. “Please… Help!” Mattias called out, forcibly rolling himself so he was face up, yanking his limp legs to help in the movement with his hands. 

Pain continued to blossom around him as Petras continued to hiss and strike at him until Toroz came charging into the clearing, staggering to a halt at the sight before him. “What… What are you doing?” He demanded.

Petras looked over and stated “I am punishing this insolent whelp. He has been incredibly rude to me while out of sight and hearing of you and his other superiors he actually listens to so I am administering the punishment he deserves.”

“Then why was he screaming that you were trying to kill him? Stop hurting him! You know the consensus - if an underling from a different crusade needs punishing, you need to go to their highest ranking Brother, not administer the punishment yourself. Not without permission.” Toroz snapped back, rushing over to Mattias side, blocking Petras’ next strike by grabbing the other’s hand. 

“You have no right to -” Petras hissed, visibly incensed.

“I have every right to intervene. He’s already bleeding and I think you damaged his spine.” Toroz hisses, cutting off Petras mid-rant. “This isn’t the first time that your punishments have clearly gotten out of hand. I’m going to ask the captain to pull the council together to fucking censure your ass. I swear to-”

Petras yanked his hand out of Toroz’ grip and slapped him with the other, growling “You have no right to threaten me! I will have you punished for your cheek. Besides, Brother Sargeant Toroz has been dead for ten years. I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re certainly not him.”

Toroz growled and kicked Petras square in the chest, sending the other flying through the clearing and through a tree, his black and white armor turning to teal and silver. “Get fucked, you stupid bastard. To hell with this assignment, I’m not letting an aspirant get mauled to death by a lunatic in front of me. Come on, hatchling, let’s get you treated.”

“You… You’re teal?” Mattias whimpered, eyes going wide as the older marine walked over, bent down and scooped him up.

“Sure am. Don’t struggle, I am trying to help you. Alpharius’ tits, he’s done a number on you.” Toroz or whatever his name was swore, putting Mattias on his back and sprinting off “Keep talking to me. Yell at me about how much of a low-life I am. Come on, where’s that fiery temper your chapter is so well known for?”

Mattias whimpered again, the jolting pain from the other’s movements causing him increasingly difficulty to breathe “Oww… He said. He said I was an… ‘bomination… Why was he so mean to me? I didn’t do anything wrong? I didn’t not do stuff I was supposed to… Why does he got to be so mean?”

“I don’t know. There’s something deeply wrong with that fucker. But don’t worry I’ll not let him hurt you anymore, hatchling. You just focus on staying awake and keeping breathing.” Toroz ordered him.

[t1oui]

hi everybody i'm having some thoughts right now and i need to share them. mentions of walburga black's a+ parenting in this fic idea so do be aware of that

what if regulus's parents send him to "conversion camp" after he comes out as trans but the conversion camp actually turns out to be a safe house for queer kids run by effie and monty that's masking as a conversion camp so homophobic parents send their kids there.

so reg arrives dressed up in a nice dress and with walburga aggressively using she/her pronouns and his deadname and the second she leaves effie is like "well that sucked, why don't we get you some more comfortable clothes and you can tell me your actual name?" and regulus is like oh. oh this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and my parents are idiots

i'm envisioning that the place is a farm and so the only rules for kids at the safe house are 1. be nice to each other and 2. find something to spend your time on every day that's not just a device (it doesn't have to be farm related) (this is a muggle au if you couldn't tell)

and ofc because it's effie and monty's place james is there and he likes helping out on the farm. reg takes one look at him and is like yeah ik i was gay but this man confirms it

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that's all i have rn as far as plot and story (i mean james and reg fall in love obviously but other than that idk) so here's intros to the cast of characters and their roles in the story !! (this is my favorite part):

james potter (18) - he/him pansexual (+ maybe ace) - son of effie and monty - helps out on the farm

regulus black (17) - he/him gay & transmasc - sent there after coming out as trans (or just after walburga finds out bc let's be real he probably knew not to tell her) - currently trying to figure out his hobby

sirius black (18) - he/him gay - knew james in school, came here after fight w/ parents when he was 16 - makes art

remus lupin (19) - he/they bisexual & transmasc - father disowned him and his mother, with the best of intentions, sent him to the farm when he was 16 in hopes that his father would reconsider cutting him off - works in the garden/greenhouses, helps with the bees

barty crouch jr (17) - he/him bisexual demiromantic + hypersexual - sent there at 15 by his father after some scandal with another politician's son - makes pottery, some of which he sells at the farmer's market every saturday

emmeline vance (19) - she/her queer - sent at 17 by her parents after they caught her with a girl - works in the orchard & cooks

marlene mckinnon (18) - she/her lesbian - lives down the road and comes by to help james

lily evans (18) - she/her lesbian - sent at 15 by her sister after her parents died and petunia got custody of her - makes her own clothes and sells them at the market

mary macdonald (18) - she/her bisexual - adopted by the potters at 13 after her parents died in a car accident - looks after the goats and llamas & helps with the horses

pandora rosier (18) - she/her pansexual transfem - sent at 17 after her parents found out she was trans - works w the horses

evan rosier (18) - he/they biromantic asexual & bigender - sent at 17 after their parents caught them wearing "girl clothes" - writes + draws, helps rem with the bees

dorcas meadowes (17) - she/her lesbian - sent at 17 (a few months before reg) after her parents caught her watching... adult content of two women - makes & sells bouquets, effie helps her <3

peter pettigrew (18) - he/him aromantic (NOT ace) - marlene's next door neighbor, has had sex with barty multiple times and these two fuck in the WEIRDEST spots (poor james keeps catching them :')) - helps emmeline in the orchard

severus snape (17) - he/him bisexual transmasc - sent by his father at 14 after starting to present as a boy - cooks, helps lily with her clothes making sometimes, writes sad boy poetry (/half joking)

narcissa, alice, and xeno will also be in the story i'm just not sure exactly where they fit in... xeno's another neighbor and narcissa's a former safehouse resident who's now living w alice but that's all i know rn

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now as for SHIPS...

so i know there will be jegulus of course, and since sirius is totally going to pine for gardener/beekeeper remus wolfstar too. i want rosekiller, but because of barty and peter's dynamic, i'm thinking romantic rosekiller w/ sexual party and queerplatonic... peter x evan (idk their ship name 😭)

as for the GIRLS... omg i have so many thoughts guys AAAAA

first of all i cant decide between pandalily and dorlily for lily and i don't want a triad (i don't ship panda x dorcas) and i don't want both so that's... rough

and then there's also marylene.... BUT DORLENE-

i wanna put sev with someone (ik he's not a girl but i'm having thoughts for him rn)... maybe he smooches w emmeline?? but i feel like she'd make fun of him 💀 (in a joking way but yk)

or maybe emmeline could go with mary panda with lily dorcas with marlene... and... sev with xeno?? guys am i a genius

so yeah other than jegulus, wolfstar, and partyvan idk what to do. live laugh love multishipping am i right

[cawyden-gaming]

Rogue Trader - Turns and Cycles

I was looking for more information regarding turns and cycles in the game and checked the localization file.

Here we go (-> contains spoiler):

Chrono Turns: seconds? - minutes - hours

Chrono = watch/clock - in game our RT seems to wear or carry one to check the time:

"[Check the chronometer] \"Your five minutes have passed. I hereby sentence you to death. And I will be the one to carry it out!" (-> from Kiava Gamma questline)

"The gilded chrono in your hands tells you that two watch hours have already elapsed."

From a book event (Cassias quest - they return after 20 days): "Entry A-201.48.66. 10 chronometer turns since the incident..." "Entry M-001.87.23. 30 chronometer turns since the incident..." "Entry H-905.00.80. 50 chronometer turns since the incident..." Revolutions = turns "The total time that five servants can spend on arranging their mistress's coiffure should not exceed three revolutions of the chronometer." (-> Eurac V / about Cassia)

Turn: day (dep. on planet/station/ship)

This would be the time that a planet needs to turn around its axis - or a space station around a planet. Voidships might follow Terran standard or have their own specific times.

"Very well, don't just stand there, you're here now. Or do you think the Master of Seals has nothing better to do than receive unexpected visitors?\" {n}The old woman beckons over a servo-skull floating nearby.{/n} \"Begin entry — current hour, current turn, current cycle, 41st millennium.\" (-> Jaes quest / Dargonus)

The length will depend on the ship/space station/planet that is being talked about, if there is no reference to Terran standard being used. But while "Terran cycle" is a frequently used term, "Terran turn" is not - instead "Terran days" are used:

"The Rogue Trader's betrayal of the Emperor's faith was so vile that His statue on Footfall bled from the eyes for three Terran days."

"A Terran day later, the mystery unravelled itself in a most heinous manner — an attempt on the Rogue Trader's life!"

As I said, a turn would mean a planetary, station or ship day, but that doesn't mean it is as long as our Earth days:

"Another thing that surprised me is the city's incredible work shifts — the planet turns on its axis once every 38 hours, and 25 of those are usually spent in the manufactorums." (-> unknown planet)

"It has only been three turns since the attack. How are your wounds?" (-> Dargonus, RT to Achilleas, Time between Dargonus attack + Briefing in act 3)

Not sure if this was a joke or if turns on Footfall are very long too:

"Five turns ago, the Footfall regicide champion got her head blown off after her win, and there was a knife fight for the second place.\" "Yeah, those were the real regicide days. The players are all wimps nowadays, and the stakes just aren't the same…"

Cycle: depends/year

Here we have to keep in mind that cycle is used very often in the game with different meanings. From maintenance or ritual cycles, production cycles etc. to what is of interest to us - planetary or station cycles.

"Begin entry — current hour, current turn, current cycle, 41st millennium." (-> Jaes quest / Dargonus)

Terran cycle = 1 year Opticon 22: "Under the contractual obligation in question, 34.761 Terran cycles ago the Explorator Cognisance Fleet received from …"

RT Response: "You waited thirty years to pay up?" (-> Footfall)

Station/Planetary cycles

"Jae stands over the bodies of her underlings — many of them have been mutilated beyond recognition, as though a troop of expert torturers had worked on them for many station cycles."

"The first of these ships is thought to have arrived two Rykad Minoris cycles ago, early in the winter. The most recent one arrived a month ago.\" (-> From Rykad Minoris log)

"Day twenty-one, third month of the cycle…Now that's what I call good fortune! We hit the Jackpot..." "Day six of the ninth month of the cycle…It is time to end this." (-> Xeno tech smuggler quest log)

Dargonus cycle

If really the planetary cycle is meant, it seems to be rather short - but I would assume it is something else, as this text is from the colony events and likely related to a cycle used on the ship (like watch cycle etc.):

"When the depleted winners had finally cut open the trucks' lining, the only thing waiting there for them was a squad of enforcers, enraged by three cycles of sitting in tight, dark spaces." (-> colony event)

"Dargonus's nobles took no pleasure in distributing the refugees. Some of them have found their way into the personal service of the nobles, thankful to receive a nutribar and a mat, on which they can rest for six hours per cycle."

Here both years and cycles are used together:

"She was acquitted two years ago. But to get the papers certified, and the seal? So much time has passed… And now here I am, standing, waiting. It doesn't matter. At the rate this queue's moving, it'll be ten cycles or more before our numbers come up."

Ship cycles - careful

The term cycle as mentioned above is used in very different context and often it is not clear in which one.

"Twenty lashes a month for the next half-cycle. Deprivation of officer's rations and privileges for the same period." (-> from book event, punishment of officer who made a joke?)

In this case although Jae speaks about Dargonus I think she uses ship (or terran) cycles:

"Shereen! Dargonus is absolutely fabulous this season, wouldn't you agree?\" {n}Jae greets you with a familiar pearly smile.{/n} \"Incidentally… We've been dealing with the aftermath of the xeno-invasion for three cycles now… And far be it from me to hint at anything… but the ceremony of your succession has long since passed." (-> Jae, in act 4?)

In these cases, a cycle does very likely not mean a year (as we know it): "You have been studying the enforcers for several cycles now, observing shift changes, trips to the mess, games of regicide, and the aftermath of boozing sessions. On the fourth day, during a shift change, you sneak into their small room and find a vox-caster that someone left behind." (-> Warp event, RT disappears)

"The Lady Navigator… has been waiting for you on the bridge for half a watch cycle now."

"I have spent the last few cycles correcting the latest log entries, and I thought it would please Master Abelard, as he is so fond of order." (-> Cassia, dialog with her in early act 2 about ship log)

[carnal-lnstinct]

Pairing: TP Goku & SS4!TP Goku x TP!Reader Warning: competitive & possessive behavior Content: 5k words. m/f/m. rivalry. fluff. humor. confession. first kiss A/N: Tiny reminder that ss4!TP Goku is not xeno goku, i just love the fit and accept it as his Time Patrol outfit ♥ This was supposed to be nsft but yall seen what I've been fixated on lately, just didn't get that far. Happy (late) Birthday to my himbo king 😭♥♥♥

What the hell is going on?

You stared up from your position, shadowed by the two figures above you. Butterflies in your stomach fade as your eyes bounce between the mirrored glares all while your wrists remain pinned on each side of you by a different hand. You were trapped while the two saiyans stared daggers at each other in a bitter display, one pair of eyes flashing a wild, golden color and the other a searing blue. 

There was always a playfulness in the tension between the duo of Gokus in Conton City. But something about it had shifted after a while. Despite the shared passion for battle often overwhelming their better judgment, they could always be brought back to a place of peaceful neutrality that made them a delight to be around in the end; All that was pleasant about the earthly saiyan was doubled. However brief that peace could live when it came to rivaling saiyans, there was no animosity in trying to surpass each other even when they were the same person. Only now it seemed they were intentionally pushing for a rise out of the other.

Prior to the change in history that brought you all together, each Goku lived a relatively similar life— Shared the same lessons, sacrifices, and faced the same foes— until their next level of potential was unlocked from training with Whis. Further dividing their path into the realm of the gods and becoming the foundation of their rivalry.

By the will of the kais overseeing the Time Patrol, both saiyans were corralled into the lifestyle under separate circumstances and given a new responsibility of protecting the universe. What it entailed for their innate thrill of battle brought another, greater benefit of the job: The pleasure of working directly with you.

The Hero of Conton City!

Goku was your training instructor, handpicked by The Supreme Kai of Time herself to help you on your journey to becoming stronger and protecting the history of the universe. You’ve had your share of instructors in the past to help you get to a place where you could stand your ground with a Super Saiyan God and beyond, but there was something else deep down about Goku that made him so exalting to learn from. He was very clear about getting you stronger so he himself could battle you without either of you having to hold back, but there was also a tenderness he had for you that made him...dreamy ♥. He was always impressed by your growth and praised you as his prized pupil. It conflicted your feelings, to say the least. As his trainee, you didn’t want to think of his innocent affection as anything more than a means to inspire you to become your best self. But beyond the roughness, the experience has been as beautiful as it has been enlightening. A companionship with someone like Goku truly made your heart restless and left your spirits high. No one’s made you feel like that before. You kept such sentimental feelings to yourself, of course. No time for romance when you’re The Supreme Kai of Time’s go-to patroller. 

But you would continue to always have Goku by your side. When battles became more than you could handle alone or missions too challenging that not even Trunks and his partner could help, The Supreme Kai of Time would set him up as your time patrol partner as well. Granting Goku something he’s always wanted after hearing about what you do as a patroller.  

The other Goku came to your side under a particularly special condition. The result of a forced change in history by the mysterious Fu who meddled with the timeline for…well, fun. Posing as Whis, no less. In the timeline where this Goku along with Vegeta were to obtain the Super Saiyan Blue transformation, Fu’s tampering made it so the two saiyans became Super Saiyan 4 instead and sicced them on you. Faced with an entirely new power, your instructor didn’t hesitate to show off to his counterpart what a true super saiyan beyond a Super Saiyan God looked like and sparked the battle between Super Saiyan 4 and Super Saiyan Blue. Consequently, the power of their clash gave Fu exactly what he was really after, the power generated from changes in history. 

You didn’t return to the Time Nest completely empty-handed, however. As soon as you thought it was over, The Super Saiyan 4 Goku accidentally hitched a ride back with you both to the Time Nest. He wasn’t satisfied with making the most of his new transformation and sought to continue his battle with your partner. Before you knew it, the rift holding the change in history had been absorbed by the demon, taking with it all his alterations like it never happened. But the extra Goku was still here! In the Time Nest! Fu wasted no time revering his own handiwork and thanked you for your help before suddenly vanishing without a trace. Leaving behind a single proof of his experiment. A change like this never happened before. The timeline was indeed fixed now for the most part and there was no longer a rift, but there was also nothing that could be done to return the Super Saiyan 4 Goku without causing more drastic changes. 

There was a lot to be worried about a Super Saiyan 4 that could channel god ki and still so much unknown about Fu’s intentions, so joining the Time Patrol was the best of a bad situation.There was no denying the trouble two Gokus would cause to the timeline if he was “put back”, but the same could be said for two Gokus in Conton City. Naturally, as Goku, he was easy to get along with and more than willing to help where he could to right the wrong he unintentionally spurred on. But he got a sharp new gi out of it (mostly to avoid confusing the two) so he rolled with whatever came his way. Stumbling along, however, with taking in the other aspects of being a time patroller. 

Which is why The Supreme Kai of Time didn’t hesitate to entrust you with showing the new recruit the ropes and, more importantly, holding down the order between the competitive duo. As if your plate wasn’t packed enough lately, but you were all fortunate to have “4!Goku” as yet another reliable partner for you. It was a spin on the norm, where your interactions with the Goku you were already familiar with were that as his pupil, you were now the one teaching him (even if it was just a variant of him) a thing or two. Oh, but it was still the same Goku charm you found irresistible, just wrapped in a new red and black bow. The eagerness to assess a situation in the hopes of getting his hands dirty, you expected. What surprised you was how robust and graceful he was once engaged in a battle. Something beyond his instincts drove him to fight with mischievous precision, yet his power never gave a sense of something malicious. Just…powerful.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the new rookie patroller. It came with suspicions of the power of Super Saiyan 4 and Super Saiyan God may have awoken a cockiness in 4!Goku that you initially worried may insight another visit from Fu, but it was hard to focus on the “what ifs” when a super saiyan 4 looked damn good doing his job. That, and still very much being the core of the object of your affection, you would hate to miss out on having him as a partner. You found yourself barely able to look him in the eye while he was transformed, stuttering your words when you did speak and trying to mask your crumbling disposition when that rugged voice hit your ears. His allure was intimidating, and thankfully he was oblivious to your reactions.

Once he figured out how all the cogs work in the job, you soon found yourself with more free time to do as you like. Even your instructor “Xenoku” was able to take on more students to train between the hunt for Fu. Though, the two Gokus never failed to find a reason to turn a get-together into a friendly spar that would go overboard. Not even your own training sessions were safe. Admittedly, there was something enjoyable in watching a super saiyan 4 and super saiyan blue trade blows with each other. That very difference between them is what made them the perfect rivals to push for the next level in their strength. But it does lose its spark after a while of too many city violations.

Over time you found it less tedious with only one of the saiyans with you at a time, however you never denied yourself the pleasure of enjoying both their company when you could. A selfish desire to indulge your withheld feelings a little. You thought trying to work around your crush on Goku was hard enough. Two of them consistently winning over your heart at once, the same presence of wisdom, jubilance, and every sense of what made you attracted to who Goku is, was torture sometimes. Spoiling yourself with both of their presence was the best you could do to keep yourself from losing it. It was as if the Supreme Kai of Time knew exactly what she was doing saddling you with both of them. They were a handful, yes, but they were fun and they were handsome to look at. There was nothing you would not do for them. And, in some way, they were yours.

But the more time you spent with them together, the more you noticed the change. Their harmony was interrupted by something that seemed uncharacteristically ominous for someone like Goku. The charm of their harmless mischief could easily get lost in the bragging and snide remarks. Very little would set them to transform into their respective red and blue forms and you’ve had to physically get between them to keep them from going all out more than once. You couldn’t figure out why, naturally you just knew you had to fix it. But asking them directly got you nowhere. The two would exchange a look as if talking in some secret language through their eyes and then change the subject, becoming passive once again like nothing ever happened. You’ve seen Goku do some weird things before, but this was definitely the strangest. It’s often the things he does not say that should worry you and they’re both keeping a tight lip about it. 

If only you knew they were already aware of your little crush. Goku is always more intuitive than he gives away, and two of them spending enough time with you do well to take notice of your attraction. You are as much a rival as you are their student and partner, so their awareness of your power is fine tuned to you and watching you closely was just as natural to them as your feelings for either of the saiyans. They took it as a cute quirk of yours that you just seemed to turn 3 shades darker the closer they stand to you, the way you fidget and try to hide your smile the longer their eyes stare at you. It was easier for you to assume otherwise as they came to the decision to continue to overlook it, since you just didn’t seem ready to be truthful with your feelings. But they liked it. Getting to know you so well over time and having this instinct to protect you, it just seemed fair to let you do it on your own terms.

“Maybe I do like (Y/n), too.” One of them muses out loud to the other, an idea they have both pondered to themselves, never really feeling necessary to admit. Of course he liked you. You're his partner.

 “Yeah…me too.” The other would openly admit between them. Speaking it into existence like this cleared the intentions of their own feelings and now it was like knowing you in a new light. All that they knew and shared about you in confidence just pushed you into their hearts. You like them, and they like you. The two saiyans now look at each other wondering who it was you would admit your feelings to. You couldn’t have both of them in that way, could you?

It wouldn’t be much longer until you got to the bottom of it. With the right bait, you would come to find the truth, and wind up in your current predicament.

"I got some good news, found out something pretty neat on my last mission!" You brought up over today’s lunch. You waited until both were almost halfway through their own respective stacks of lunch boxes before springing this on them, prepping yourself to go into the next detail. "While I was working undercover on Frieza's ship, I snuck away to Planet Vegeta." 

Their eyes lift towards you in a synchronized reaction, blinking curiously. “Planet Vegeta?” Your instructor repeats with a mouthful. 

“Did you find another strong saiyan?” 4!Goku adds in after a big gulp, proceeding to chase his food with his large drink.

You shake your head, grinning with barely contained excitement. “Nope. Even better! I promise it’s a good one! Hang on.” You held up a finger to pause the convo for a sec as you slid another food box from behind you, a little bigger than the lunch boxes. Your smile grew once you popped the lid open for a peak inside, but held off lifting it back to reveal what it contained just yet. Instead you turn it their way and push it forward encouraging them to open it, looking back up between the two for their reaction. They look over it for a brief moment before inching closer together, one of them not wasting time and lifting the lid back all the way. Their eyes light up at what they find.

There was a large cake inside, decorated with borders of icing and cute little drawings of the two saiyans in their corresponding attires.

“Ta-da! Happy Birthday Gokus!” You announced as they read it across the center of the cake with excitable smiles. “I found out on Planet Vegeta that today is your birthday. I-It took some help deciphering the old saiyan language but once it was figured out I wanted to show my appreciation for you both being born today.” You explained, already displaying the first shade of a shy temperament in your features. 

“Really? This is amazing, and it looks tasty! Did you know today was our birthday?” Xenoku turns to his counterpart with a thoughtful look.

“No, I never even thought about it before.” 4!Goku admitted after briefly searching his own thoughts. “Wow, today’s really my birthday. You really did this all for us, (Y/n)?” He looked back at you with a sweetness returned to his expression.

“M’hm! You both definitely deserve more than a cake but it was all I could do with the time I had.” You also did not want The Supreme Kai of Time with her “broad tastes” to get involved lest she decide to make the cake herself. “I feel silly asking, but have you ever celebrated your birthday before?”

This time, your training instructor spoke up. “I’m sure it wasn’t my real birthday now but I remember when I was still a little kid, back when it was just me and my Grandpa, we had a special day we celebrated that he said was just for me.”

“Yeah, me too! We would go to a place in the mountains and he would make his special meat stew and dumplings. That was usually enough for me but he always gave me a gift, too. That’s how I got the power pole.” 4!Goku adds, pointing to his back where the power pole was normally worn in his younger days.

“Sounds like a birthday to me.” He nodded with a proud smile.

"Oh…yeah, actually.” You nod, as well. “That sounds exactly like a birthday.” Though now you were prickled with brief moment sorrow that the special celebration may have completely stopped after the old man’s passing. It’s not like any of his birthdays came up before your discovery and you never saw either Goku celebrating it. You hate the idea that he just never did it again. You take in a deep breath and continue to wear your smile, shaking off the feeling. Today was not the day for frowns. “Well then, I’m glad to help you start a new birthday tradition for yourselves. Maybe with a touch of the old if we’re lucky!” With that, you gathered a utensil in each of your hands and dug up a large piece of cake, careful not to take from their decorative drawings. “Come. Say ahh!” You instructed, holding out each serving to the birthday boys.

Raring to taste their special cake, they grin and crawl closer to you. Once again moving in sync, they learn forward with their mouths open. Xenoku clamps down catching a mouthful of sweet flavor, a delighted hum vibrating back to your fingers. But 4!Goku takes a different approach, grasping your hand and bringing his serving closer as he inched in to fill his own mouth. His dark eyes watched you until he slips the utensil free of his lips with a soft, yet rousing smile. As expected, you were jolted by the more intimate approach and the second, darker shade of color filled your expression. Your instructor takes notice of your change in demeanor and cuts a glance at his counterpart and his pleased expression. His brow knitted to his eyes for a moment, a small wrinkle above his nose before he lightened his expression for you.

“Mmm, mmm! Oh,(Y/n)! That is something really delicious!” The orange-clad Goku complimented you in a boisterous manner, licking his lips emphatically. He closes both hands around yours affectionately, further holding your stolen attention as you look at him doe-eyed. “Did you make it yourself? If so, you’ve got great tastes.” You fall into his flattery, a shy laugh all you can respond with when your heart starts racing. 4!Goku’s eyes shift between the two of you. In a single breath, he was consumed with a feeling that he has been shut out from you and narrows his eyes just the same. His own lingering hand on yours slips to hold your wrist to him and a bright grin returns to his features as he focuses on you. 

“Can you feed me some more, (Y/n)? It’s better than I imagined!” He pleads politely, leaning closer to you with a toothy smile. “Pretty please, for my birthday?” 

His tail whipped behind him and his smile only seemed to widen as he successfully claimed your attention, watching as your eyes faltered when you noticed his hold. “Oh! O-Okay, sure.” You agreed, lowering your arm from his grasp and gathering up more cake. Before you could even carve out another piece with your utensil you feel your instructor’s hold squeeze your other hand a little. 

“Me too? Pleeeease!” He asks with the same grin though more eager to be heeded. You give a nod and once your other hand is freed you dig it into the cake once again. Preoccupied with maneuvering the cake pieces to hang onto each utensil, you completely miss the tense exchange of dark eyes above you, the duo flashing glares at each other and dispelling them when you lift back up. You proudly display each gathered piece to them again and this time they both accept it the same way: a quick chomp scooping the large helpings into their mouths and emulating Whis’s mannerisms when the perfect taste hits his tongue. It’s odd, but you don’t think much of it, though how they both tried to out moan each other in their delight almost made you hesitate to continue. But you do, and it somehow turns into a speed eating race of who you fed the most before the cake was almost gone. 

Xenoku takes your wrist again when another scoop of cake is held to him only to guide it to your face. “You should try it, too.” He encouraged, ghosting the piece of cake over your lips. “There won’t be much left if you keep giving it to us.” The sweet smell catches your nose and it entices you to open your mouth for it. But sharing a utensil was so intimate and surely that final stage of flush engulfed your face at the thought.

Another serving is shoved in your face by your captured hand, this one bearing the likeness of 4!Goku on it and lightly smeared icing on your lips. “Here, now you say ahh!” 

For good reason, you hesitate to open your mouth. There was suddenly an anxious feeling they would try to shove it down your throat in an attempt to be the first to feed you. You look up to the two saiyans and give them a suspicious look. “I don’t think so.” You answer in a dry tone. “What are you two up to now?”

“See? She doesn’t want yours.” Xenoku declares proudly and ignores your query, sticking his tongue out at his counterpart. In response, 4!Goku swipes the piece given to you by your instructor, shoving it in his own mouth and chewing it up with a smug grin. The surprise on both your faces said it all and that seemed to be the last straw for them both. As they locked eyes, you felt the air shift around them. The color in their gaze alters with their rising power, the two saiyans now controlled by their innate motivation to “settle” things. You sense their ki skyrocket in no time and as their visible scowls met once again their power released around you, the two transformed into their respective forms.

In meeting eye-to-eye, their grip on your wrists tightened and you were pushed back as they physically butted heads, unrestrained. Neither sought to let go of you however in spite of your struggle, simply holding you at bay from their savage display.

“Hey!” Your voice sharply calls out, tugging back on your arms in an attempt to free yourself. “We’re still in the city, you lunatics! No fighting!” You couldn’t quite slip free, so instead lunge forward gripping a round ear from each of them in a painful pinch and pull. Effectively breaking things up as the two Gokus sought to free their ears from your hold. “That’s enough! What the hell is wrong with you two?! Do you have to turn everything into a challenge?!” You tightened your pinch in your annoyance and your wrists are freed as they howl in pain. “This was supposed to be a celebration!”

“Ow ow ow! Okay, let go!” “Ow, ow- (Y/n), That really hurts, let go!” The two plead for mercy until you finally release them, tucking your arms at your chest with an impatient grump.

“Spit it out right now, what is going on with the both of you?!” You demanded. There was no way of changing the subject on it this time, you needed to get to the bottom of this. Like before, the two saiyans turned to each other as they nursed their ears and in some silent delegating, they both sighed coming to a defeated agreement. Even they knew they couldn’t keep this up forever, there was no use hiding it anymore.Yellow and blue eyes turn back to you. 

“(Y/n), we got something to tell you but you gotta answer a question first.” The Super Saiyan Blue Goku lightly pouts, but is ready to spill the truth. You arch your brow first, but nod once in anticipation to what was on their mind. Xenoku turns fully to face you, sitting flat in the grass now and asks without hesitation. “Why do you want to keep hiding how you feel around me?” There’s a stern look in his eyes from his transformation, but they soften as he presses on. “Are you embarrassed?”

“What?” You answer with widened eyes, feeling your heart jump from his direct approach. You certainly got what you asked for, but the last thing you expected was your feelings to be involved in this. You glance at 4!Goku as well, who looked at you with the same demand and you realized they both knew how you felt. You felt a little breathless with the rush in your chest and continued to look between them. “What… does how I feel have to do with this?” The words slowly fall from your lips.

“You did this to us.” The Super Saiyan 4 admits. With a droop in the tip of his tail representing his own pout, he joins his counterpart's side on the ground and folds his arms against his chest watching you. “We already know you have a crush on us. Problem is, we both have feelings for you too and realize you would have to choose only one of us you like enough to confess to.”

 Xenoku nods at this. “I guess we just wanted to prove which one of us it would be in the only way we knew.” It definitely seemed silly now, the two seeming to remorse over their clashing. Even against the likeness of himself, Goku knew there were better reasons to scrap with each other than for some envious desire to do what they believed was needed to be the one you gave your heart to. It rotted their fun. Only you could decide what to do with your feelings and they can’t control that no matter how strongly they fought for it. But now that it was all out in the open your instructor saw no further reason to delay your answer. “So which of us is it? Me or the other me?”

“-H-How can you ask me something like that?!” You quickly snap back at his lack of tact, feeling your face flush in the urgency put upon you. This was not an easy choice, they weren’t exactly like apples and oranges. Regardless, they both watch you with their doe-like eyes shining through their transformations in anticipation. Things like that continuing to make this difficult. You give a sigh and cross your legs where you sat, thoughtfully staring into the grass beneath you. “How do I possibly choose? You’re both…you!” You muse over, looking up now and tucking your arms to your chest again. “I mean there are some differences but…”

It’s still Goku. It didn’t matter who caught your eye first or who made the better impression when they both effortlessly sweep you off your feet by simply being the best of who they are. Splitting hairs on it wasn’t going to help you pick one Goku from the other. A frown grows in your expression and you lower your eyes again. “I guess… I shouldn’t have either of you if it makes you want to hurt each other for my affection. I don’t think I have it in me to pick one of you when it could hurt the other’s feelings.” That felt to be a fair answer, though after saying it out loud it didn’t seem fair to either of their feelings. But you won’t pick between them. 

Your answer catches them off guard, for sure. They give each other a defeated look. Safe to say they’re not fans of that option. It’s rare that something could affect Goku so deeply like this, but when it does it just pushes him to seek his desires more. Ever the optimist, the two could only seek a means to make it favorable for all of you or at least try. A light bulb seems to go off for them at the same time and cheerful smiles rise in their features as they both move in closer to you.

“So if it doesn’t matter which one of us you pick, then-” Xenoku started, 4!Goku finishing the thought. 

“-Accept both our feelings. Only seems fair and it won’t change much between all of us.” 

The two are immediately met with an incredulous look from you, but their enthusiastic expressions show they mean it. Like them initially, you don’t immediately see that as possible. Some doubt in that logic making it seem wrong. “That seems greedy somehow..” You utter your thoughts out loud, unconvinced. The temptation doesn’t stop there.

A heavy hand comes down on your shoulder from the Super Saiyan 4, causing you to look up at him to find his reassuringly warm smile. “We already like you.You’re a kind person and an admirable fighter. If our hearts are in it, all we need is yours.”

“...I must be dreaming.” And discovered yet another level of blushing in your timid approach to your own feelings. Though the time patrolling Goku only laughs fondly at your reaction. Your other side becomes occupied by your trainer, Xenoku taking hold of your hand also reassuring you there was no issue to be had.

“It’s not like you can deny us on our birthday.” He teased, bringing the special occasion back into the mix to goad you into it. Something he’s picked up from Bulma who never shies from doing the same on her birthday. 

“-I can too!” You argue, though not so strongly. It widens both of their smiles as the idea seems to be wearing you down, shyly looking away from both of them in your fluster. “B-But…If that’s what you really want.”

“It only seems fair you take responsibility for making us crazy about you.” 4!Goku chimes in your ear, the husk of his voice sending goosebumps across your skin. “You don’t want us fighting in the city every time you give us a rush, right?” A knowing smirk grows in his face as he looks over to this counterpart, met with the same smirk as they both pull away from you preparing for yet another round of trading blows.

“I guess if anyone is going to pull that kind of anger out of me, it’s none other than myself.” Xenoku provoked with a challenging glare, making you look up between the two.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Their playfulness is fully intact this time, no hint of that envy between them any longer. But you couldn’t risk it.

“Okay, okay!” You interrupted them. Rubbing a hand at your forehead, you huff and let a smile rise across your lips. “We can work this out. I’m in… Just no more fighting today.”

The two snicker amongst themselves with toothy grins and come back to you. Immediately, 4!Goku seals his lips to yours, your surprised face captured in his large hands. Xenoku is also stunned by his other half’s impulsive act. You were overcome with the warmth that filled your pounding chest and left breathless when he pulled away.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.” He grinned, tail swishing behind him happily as he nuzzled his cheek against your red face. “First kiss with (Y/n) is all mine.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” The blue-haired saiyan contended with a jealous pout. Though, he also asserts his feelings and captures you away from him, With a hand around your body holding you close and the other full of your cheek he plants a full, eager kiss to your lips.The push your hopeless heart couldn’t take and sent your mind empty. Your legs felt weak in ways you only dreamed of.

“There. The best kiss with (Y/n) is mine!”

They’re both simply too much. But one could never be too much for another who couldn’t get enough of them.

[whispersfromtheshadowsoffical]

Hello, twins asking! ( •ᴗ•)⸝🍵 ☕️⸜(•ᴗ• )

I L-O-V-E-D this the moment I saw it, everything looks really cool!!!! So I showed it to my brother and we both started gushing about it.

Since you don't mind answering questions, I would love to know if the game will have the option to indulge their yandere tendencies? I love Xenos, he would just need to bat his eyelashes for me to smooch him, even if he just admitted to killing a whole group of people (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ ~ Coffee

Following what Coffee said, I was wondering... I saw that they all have different stats for jealousy levels, which is interesting!✧*。Anyway, my question was, how would their different personalities play into how they acted when, you know, losing their shit? Like, full on yandere mode! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ ~ Tea

Hello! Thank you for sending in an ask! I'm so glad you like my game so far, and I'm super excited for it to come out! After reading your ask, I literally had a giant smile on my face!

The whole reason I made this game was so people could choose their personality and how they want to react to a yandere. What gave me this idea is when I was reading fanfics I always saw people complaining about the MC so I really want this game to be like choose your own character type kind of thing. And tbh right now Xenos is one of my favorites and I would give him everything so OF COURSE there will be options to indulge them :3

Each character I made after a certain type of personality so you get the full Yandere experience, Which means varying levels of jealousy and other things ;)

Apollo, in his delusional state, is quick to feel betrayed and insecure, especially when things don’t go the way he imagines. His mind spirals into irrational conclusions, leaving him in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt. In these moments, he’s like a puppy desperately seeking reassurance. But no matter how much pain he feels, he’ll never direct the blame at you. To him, you’re flawless, untouchable. Instead, he turns on himself and those around him, lashing out with accusations. He'll say things like, "They must’ve tricked you," or, "It’s all their fault!" He becomes his own worst critic, convinced that he must be the one who’s not good enough, or that everyone else is conspiring against your love. Yet through it all, in his mind, you remain perfect—beyond reproach, untouched by his anger, the center of his affection.

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Soren, on the other hand, has two sides. His sadistic side where It doesn’t matter if it’s not your fault—he finds a twisted pleasure in watching you squirm under his accusations. His sadistic tendencies ensure that punishment is inevitable, and while he might take his frustrations out on you, there’s no need to worry about your pretty face. Soren values beauty too much to mar it, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get off easily. His temper flares unpredictably, much like Xenos, and when he lashes out, it’s with a dangerous mix of frustration and cruelty. He might bind you, lock you away, or even subject you to mental torment, always ensuring you’re aware of who’s in control, but the surface will remain unscathed—after all, you’re his pretty little thing.

Soren his most common side is where he manipulates you. If he senses you drifting away, he’ll break down, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for your attention. His soft, angelic appearance makes it easy for you to feel sorry for him, to comfort him despite your better judgment. In those moments, he knows exactly how to make you fall back into his grasp, using every bit of his charm to ensure you stay right where he wants you. His manipulative side is just as dangerous as his sadism—he plays both roles effortlessly, depending on what keeps you in his collection.

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Lynx, in all his arrogance, expects nothing less than complete devotion. In his mind, you belong to him—his possession, his plaything—but he’d never admit it openly. Instead, he hides behind layers of pride and tsundere denial, acting as if your existence is merely to serve him and fulfill his every whim. You’re there to do his bidding, cater to his needs, and he’ll rarely give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he actually cares.

When jealousy strikes, that’s when his true feelings bubble to the surface, though he’ll never express it in any way other than through sharp words. He’ll lash out, insulting you in that indirect, roundabout way of his. Maybe it’s something like, "Why would I care what you do? It’s not like you’re important or anything," or a sarcastic comment meant to remind you of your place. It’s his way of asserting control, of letting you know that he’s the one in charge, and you’re his. But deep down, you might catch a glimpse of the truth—the possessiveness hidden behind his words, the flicker of insecurity that drives his cruel tongue.

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Xenos is the embodiment of obsession, always lurking in the shadows, watching your every move with a twisted sense of fascination. He prefers to stay hidden, observing from afar as he documents every detail of your life. His favorite pastime? Playing little tricks on you, just to see your adorable reactions. Maybe it's something as simple as moving your belongings or sending anonymous messages, but he lives for the moments when your confusion shows on your face, savoring every expression as if it's a personal gift.

However, when jealousy consumes him, his calm facade cracks wide open. Much like Kanto from Diabolik Lovers, Xenos doesn't handle jealousy well—he’s far too emotionally unstable. He’ll lash out in a childish fit of frustration, screaming and crying as if the world’s crashing down. His tantrums are unpredictable, full of wild accusations and irrational behavior, all fueled by the fear of losing his obsession.

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Nox is perhaps the most overprotective among them, making him seem like the tamest at first glance. His primary concern is your safety, and he genuinely believes that no one can care for you as well as he can. Nox doesn't outwardly display jealousy; in fact, he convinces himself that he's not jealous at all. But actions speak louder than words. He might subtly isolate you from others under the guise of protection, insisting that the world is too dangerous for someone as precious as you.

When he locks you away, it's not out of malice but out of a twisted sense of love and duty. "It's for your own good," he'll say softly, assuring you that this is the only way to keep you safe from all the bad creatures out there. His demeanor is gentle, his touch soft, making it easy to overlook the fact that you're essentially a prisoner in his care. Nox creates a comfortable environment for you, tending to your needs and lavishing you with attention. He might bring you your favorite books, cook your favorite meals, and spend hours engaging in conversations to keep you content.

Deep down, Nox struggles with the fear of losing you to the dangers he perceives in the world—or perhaps to others who might win your affection. He masks his insecurities by focusing on your well-being, convincing both you and himself that his actions are justified. In his mind, he's your guardian angel, the only one capable of ensuring your happiness and safety. While he doesn't throw fits of jealousy like others might, his overprotectiveness is a cage wrapped in kindness.

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Kaine is the ultimate flirt, always playful and teasing, never seeming to take anything too seriously. His charm is effortless, and he thrives on the reactions he gets, especially when he makes you blush or sends a shiver down your spine. It’s a game to him—he’ll scare you just enough to have you running straight into his arms, unaware that he’s the danger you should be fleeing from. The thrill of seeing fear flash in your eyes is something he relishes, and unlike others, he’s not subtle about it. He openly adores how vulnerable you become in those moments, how easy it is for him to slip in and play the hero to the very terror he creates.

While Kaine shares a sadistic streak with Soren, he’s far more forward about it. He doesn't hide behind tears or manipulative tactics; he sees no need to. In his mind, he doesn’t have to play mind games to make you his. He’s confident—perhaps even cocky—in his ability to get what he wants without resorting to deception. He believes he can break you down, piece by piece, and mold you into his perfect, compliant doll with nothing more than his charm and his sadistic tendencies.

Kaine’s affection is fierce and dangerous, but he’ll never hide it. He’ll show you exactly how much he enjoys your fear, how much it excites him to see you squirm, all while flashing that irresistible smile. There’s no need for manipulation when he can so easily bend you to his will with a mere glance or whispered word. His goal isn’t just to own you; it’s to reshape you, to transform you into his ideal creation—a perfect doll that responds to his every whim, trapped by the very affection that feels both comforting and terrifying.

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 207 Trivia

The Nanami family has about as much backstory as the Ishigami family does at this point… What does this all mean… 🤔

Two half adders make a full adder, which can carry values to the next adder and so on. Eight adders would allows sums up to 8 bits in length, the maximum of which is 11111111, which is equal to 255 in binary.

Xeno's got his gamer chair back, complete with the headset! I bet he's pleased.

Rather than writing E=MC^2 or choosing another scientific option, he chooses… Poop.

This is rather hypocritical of him, as he is now around 5 years older than when he was when he called Taiju immature for doing a similar thing.

The printing paper they make is called thermal paper, as it contains dyes that change color with heat. The paper uses the zinc sulfide from sphalerite as a developer, which is used to improve the color of the dyes.

The fax machine Senku makes is a rudimentary implementation of a rather advanced fax machine, in that the paper and overall design is modern, but lacks the fine details in the final prints that you can get nowadays.

There's several potential issues Senku could be mentioning here depending on how they built the fax machine, but here are 2 likely options:

Mechanical alignment of the two fax machines.

If the sliding of the pin is uneven, you could end up with some lines that are squashed or stretched. It may help to imagine this as pixels on a screen, but some have rows of pixels that are rectangular rather than square.

Data loss.

If the information for a dot is lost, the pin won't move. Instead, it'll print the information for the next dot in its place. This results in the whole image shifting left.

I'm still very impressed by Sai's active ambidexterity, though I'm not sure how he organizes how he writes since he's writing on even lines rather than one being on the odds and the other evens…

Still no update on Joel's arm since the bottom half is hidden, but everyone looks so happy to be in the picture! I wonder if Minami was the one to take it since she's not shown.

The faxed image isn't what it would look like with their setup, since it can only print a black dot or leave it white. In their image, there seems to be several shades of grey.

I altered it so that the dots were more uniformly dark which also brings out the misalignment.

Ryusui goes silent upon seeing the photo, but from the flashback he seems to care more about how Sai feels rather than feeling left out.

What's sad is that Ryusui was missing from the group photo in chp. 99 as well, hopefully not because he feels bad being in one without Sai.

Gen planned on only needing two cups for his casual interrogation of Sai, but then Chelsea happened, so Gen had to go get a third.

Ryusui and Sai are both quite tall, and Ryusui himself is 187 cm. If we take that as the average height of an adult male in the Nanami family, that means that this man here is over 3 meters tall.

Sai & Ryusui weren't born to the matriarch of the Nanami family, meaning they must share a father for them to be brothers. Since Sai looks half Indian and Ryusui doesn't, this likely means they have two different mothers, and that their father has had kids with at least 3 women.

At long last, Sai has formally joined the Kingdom of Science, and team 1 is ready to leave India.

…Or are they? We still haven't seen the "Math city founded!" label, so they may still be traveling around India.

This was a really good chapter. It feels like a classic: we have science, both fun and emotional character interactions, Gen doing important Gen things, poop jokes…

[seaweedinthebrain]

listen listen listen i know that most people who are not endgame jily are endgame jegulus because my boy james potter became obsessed with the same two people at 12 years old and never changed his mind

but what if he. didn't. like sure, if lily or reg told him to bark he'd go "woof" cause he's gone for people who are mean to him.

but he's james fucking potter. i refuse to believe he never dated anyone else.

SO HERE'S MY PROPOSITION

lily starts hanging out with this slytherin girl, pandora lovegood, they're girlfriends, and along comes pandora's queerplatonic partner, xeno, a ravenclaw.

and james looks at this person, all long white blond hair and big blue eyes who's always saying some weird shit about creatures no one's ever heard about before, who wears flowy skirts even when people make fun of them and too many necklaces and big earrings and whose patronus is apparently a fucking moth and goes "i've only had xeno for a day but if anything happened to them i would kill everyone in this room and then myself"

no one even knows their surname, only pandora, because mcgonnagal never calls them anything other than "xenophilius" just like she only ever calls sirius "sirius", so james figures there must be something going on there and that only makes him more invested cause my man never met a fucked up person he didn't want to fix.

he starts hanging out with xeno even when pandora is not around and waves at them across the halls and listens dutifully while they rent about nargles or something, mind wandering about how the sunlight hits their hair just right and makes it shine in gold or how the blue of their eyes matches the early spring skies (he's sappy like that, leave him alone)

the other marauders are slowly freaking out about this cause james is bringing this person over to the common room and helping then look for their shoes and SINCE WHEN IS JAMES POTTER EVER INTERESTED IN ANYONE OUTSIDE OF THEIR INNER CIRCLE.

meanwhile, james is freaking out himself. he really likes xeno and would like to ask them out but he's in a queerplatonic relationship with pandora? so maybe that means he's not interest in romantic relationships? and does james even care if it's romantic or not at this point if that means xeno will hold his hand and blush when he smiles at them from the qudditch pitch?

but because he is james fucking potter, he does what he always does. jumps in with no plan whatsoever and hopes for the best.

"hey, xeno, listen. i would really like to take you to hogsmead this weekend. it doesn't have to be a date, i don't even know if you're comfortable with doing The Dating so i won't imply this is us doing The Dating, but maybe we could just talk and maybe..."

and then xeno asks to kiss him (jamespotter.exe has stopped working) and promptly says that just because they don't do The Dating with pandora, it doesn't mean they can't do The Dating with someone else.

lily and pandora are watching from behind a pillar and giggling triumphantly. this was their plan all along.

[stonesparrow]

Early Riser Ch. 1

Xeno has been sworn to secrecy by his government about the information he learns about the stone sparrow phenomenon. But he doesn’t really have any faith that these political types are going to make serious headway into solving the mystery, so he sends a heads up to a plucky young scientist student of his across the globe. From there, things start changing.

Or: 3,719 years...minus 3,709.

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June 3, 2019

“Nitric acid?” Yuzuriha says curiously. 

“That’s what Dr. X said,” Senku nods, setting a sparrow statue on a clean glass tray. “Apparently it was the only substance tested so far that changed anything about the material these are made of.”

“I can’t believe they’re actually alive,” Taiju murmurs as Senku holds out a hand and he deposits a beaker into it. “Those poor little things…”

“Well a few of them exhibited some brain activity, yes, but whether we can classify that as alive needs further testing,” Senku says. “The scans of the sparrow brains didn’t seem to indicate that they registered any external stimulus. And even if the consciousness is present somehow, it needs some sort of energy to sustain itself, so is it drawing on the stone? Or the air? So many questions…”

He doesn’t bother with submerging the statue in nitric acid—the scientists Dr. X heard from already tried that. Instead, he picks up a different bottle. “If nitric acid did something, nital is bound to have some sort of effect too.”

“If it works, we could help save all those stone birds!” Yuzuriha remarks. Taiju nods enthusiastically.

“That would be great!”

Senku slowly measures out 250 milliliters of nital and pours it over the stone bird. The three of them stare at it for a while. Nothing happens.

“Awwwww,” Taiju sighs, “guess nital didn’t do much either…”

“Mmm, we can’t be sure yet,” Senku says, using tongs to transfer the bird to a modified microscope. “This nital’s only 5% nitric acid, after all.” He peers into the eyepiece. “Aha! But there are minute cracks in the surface!”

“Then, what if there was more nitric acid?” Yuzuriha asks. “Would it be more effective?”

Senku grins. “Well, I’ve got some nitric acid and ethanol right here, so might as well start trying things out.” He hesitates. “Though, we should probably move this outside. Nital with nitric acid concentrations higher than 10% can be explosive.”

Taiju yelps, and Yuzuriha makes a face. 

“What?” Senku says as he begins loading his materials into a box. “Five years you’ve known me and that’s a surprise now?”

“It’s not that!” Taiju exclaims. “It’s just, well my grandma said if we got in trouble for setting off the fire alarm again then we couldn’t go to the movies.”

“And I just had my uniform washed,” Yuzuriha says as the three of them make their way out of the science lab. “So if my skirt gets burned again I’m making you pay for a new one.”

“Ah, fair enough,” Senku says. 

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“Trial 25-3, failure,” Senku says. “Doesn’t look like 25% nitric acid works either. Slightly more surface cracking than Trial 25-A though.” Yuzuriha scribbles down the notes as Taiju hands Senku another bird from his bag.

“We’re going to run out of these soon,” he remarks. “And the nitric acid too. Can’t we just do one bird for each round?”

“Gotta be scientific about this,” Senku says, measuring out some more nitric acid and ethanol. They’re in the school courtyard, a plastic sheet laid out on the grass with all their things on it. “That means repeated trials for each variable change, with identical conditions each time if possible. Beginning the 30% trials now.”

He holds the beaker filled with 250 milliliters of nital with a 30% concentration of nitric acid over the tray. “Yuzuriha?”

She nods. “Ready.”

“Hold on,” Taiju says. “What’s that?”

He’s pointing to the west, where something green appears to be growing on the horizon.

“The hell?” Senku frowns. It’s coming fast. 

“It looks dangerous!” Taiju yells, jumping to his feet. “You two get behind me!”

“Taiju-kun!” Yuzuriha gasps, dropping the notebook. 

“Careful!” Senku shouts. “Don’t knock over the solutions, they—”

The light washes over them, and Senku is abruptly cut off. 

—————

April 1, 2029

Senku blinks. A squirrel screeches and jumps away from him and the lapful of glass he suddenly now has, the hand holding the nital beaker suddenly mysteriously empty. 

Well, it doesn’t take a genius to deduce what happened. Senku looks up to see Yuzuriha as a stone statue staring with wide, frightened eyes at Taiju, also frozen in stone with his arms spread out wide.

Alright, so 30% nitric acid worked out after all. Senku carefully brushes the glass off his pants and stands up. While there’s plenty of ethanol to be found in the school, that was the last of the nitric acid, which means he’ll have to find some more before he can bring anyone else back. 

First thing’s first though. According to his count, it’s almost sunset, and there’s no way the trains will be operational after almost ten years. So he won’t be getting home anytime soon.

He glances at Taiju and Yuzuriha. They’ll be fine out here for now. Senku heads back into the school building to get some food. 

It’s creepy inside. The power’s out, and with the golden rays of the early evening trickling in through the windows, the frozen shadows of his classmates and teachers’ statues everywhere he looks are distinctly unsettling, to say the least. 

He makes it to the cafeteria and finds himself some canned vegetables and meat. It’s not much, but with darkness approaching he’s just thankful that he didn’t have to spend valuable time and energy looking for nonperishables outside of the school. And with the heavy doors, it doesn’t seem like any animals made their way into the building, which is good. 

He also finds some bottled water, which honestly he probably shouldn’t be drinking if it’s been sitting around like this for ten years—better boil it first. But with the stoves out of order and no electricity, Senku resorts to the one thing all his teachers seem to think he’s the best at. Setting fires on school property. 

Oh don’t give him that. He did it very safely and in a controlled environment. What, did you expect him to get dehydrated?

After his extremely flavorless canned dinner, Senku takes stock of the bathrooms. Plumbing’s out, okay. He’ll deal. It’s getting darker, so he raids the custodian’s office and finds some still working flashlights as he makes his way to the nurse’s office, where he sets up on one of the cots meant for sick students. Luckily no one else was occupying them, so the only company Senku has is the nurse’s statue, which…is still creepy, but at least she’s turned away from him. 

It’s not a restful sleep, but it’s something.

[jimblejamblewritings]

the fake date plot | part 8.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: yeah I know I've been gone for a year... I have no words, my bad

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Heads turned when you and James walked into the Great Hall laughing as you held a bunch of stuff and he held ten times more in his arms than you did. It took a lot of convincing you but James Potter had money and liked to spend it. Your ideas of currency were very different and to him all this money was like spending only five galleons. So you let him get a bunch of stuff for your birthday. 

James was pleased with himself. Giving gifts to people made him feel so good inside. He hated receiving a bunch of them though, probably because he could have whatever he wanted without question. When you reached the table you set down everything and started laughing as you took the stuff from James so he could sit down as well. 

“Can you believe we both forgot our wands and we were already at Hogsmeade?” 

“That’s a lot of stuff,” Sirius said. 

“Yeah. I couldn’t get this one to stop so I now have a bunch of stuff. Thank Merlin I need it though.” 

Lily cleared her throat. “Are you coming to the party tonight? I mean it’s your birthday after all.” 

“I’m coming. No point in staying in my bed alone just because it’s my birthday.” You turned to look at James, pointing at him. “I do not need a new outfit.” 

He held his hands up in surrender. For the rest of Saturday until the party, you didn’t see James at all. He and Sirius were leading quidditch drills in preparation for their upcoming game. Remus and Peter looked up when you entered their dorm. They were getting used to you just showing up. Remus was about to go back to looking at his scrapbooking project when you shoved an invitation in his face. 

“To Sir Peter and Sir Remus, the girls of dorm room nine would like to invite you to our getting ready event.” 

“Do you do this often?” 

You nodded. “Life’s more fun this way.” 

Without any hesitation, the two agreed to come with you. The girls’ dorm was arranged like theirs. But the decorations threw them for a loop. Bubbles, music, and a very sweet scent colored the air. When the marauders got ready for a party, the most they’d do is play music. This was basically a whole new world. They were pushed into fancy skincare and a scalding shower with water from the depths of hell. 

“Remus, how is your hair dry already? I wish I had your porosity.” 

“My what?” 

Mary laughed. “Porosity. It’s just your hair type, never mind. Are we all ready to go?” 

Your rather large group took your time heading down to the Slytherin dungeons. Even though you guys didn’t get along very well, Gryffindors and Slytherins were always invited to each other’s parties. The bass of the music could be heard from outside the common room. You couldn’t help but laugh at Regulus and Sirius already bickering, both with an empty cup in their hands. They had started making up but obviously it took some time and they were still brothers after all. Friendly bickering was in their dna. 

You spotted James on the couch… talking to Xeno. Taking in a deep breath, you went over anyway. Your boyfriend turned his head first, smiling as you came over. The blond boy next to him was slightly stunned. Your outfit was a dress, with lots of skin exposed. You wanted to adjust but chose not to. The literal climax of your plan was happening tonight and you still wanted it to feel as real as possible. James looked good sitting on the couch and everyone noticed as they snuck glances while doing their own thing. It was the collar of a shirt peeking out under the rolled up sleeves of his quidditch jumper and the rips in his jeans. He has to do it on purpose and is aware of what he looks like. 

James extended an arm and his hand fell on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Hi, bug.” 

You sat on his lap and laid your head on his shoulder trying to ignore the piercing eyes from the boy you actually cared about. But you had to. Looking desperate for Xeno wasn’t the way to win him. James wrapped his arms around you while you held his drink for him, not bothering with getting one for yourself. 

“What up?” 

“Tired,” you said with a sigh. 

“You just got here.” 

That seemed to draw the attention of all your friends who were hoping you wouldn’t leave. Even if you were all doing your own thing separately, everyone still needed to be there. James covered your body as you wiggled around trying to get comfortable. Without a second thought, you pulled down the sleeves of his quidditch jumper. He laughed as he realized what you wanted. 

“I know but I was up really late and I kind of have a headache now.” 

“You do?” James asked in earnest. 

“A bit.” 

“You don’t have to stay. We can cancel all our plans tonight if you want to get some rest.” 

The tone of James’ voice made you look up at him. There was no playfulness in his eyes. He was very serious about everything. You gave him a smile. 

“I don’t want to cancel our plans. I’ll just take a nap here and then I’ll feel better.” 

“Okay. Accio, headphones.” 

James handed them to you. Music was already playing, at a very quiet volume, when you put them on. You figured they must have been connected to an enchanted music player. Adjusting yourself once more, you leaned back against your boyfriend with a smile and closed your eyes. Your friends swooned as you did so. In the middle of a loud and hectic scene, you were peaceful. 

James observed his talk with Xeno, trying not to be suspicious. Every so often, he would cast his eyes down to your sleeping form. He was still interested. He wouldn’t keep looking at you if he didn’t care at all. 

“Alright guys, I’ll see you back at Gryf,” James said as he got up and picked you up again. “I’m getting my lady to a bed and then we can keep the party going.” 

Since the younger kids were coming back to Slytherin from Hogsmeade to start their Halloween party, the older students were going to move to Gryffindor in about twenty minutes. They waved their goodbyes to James and promised to find him right away when the party moved upstairs. 

You woke up as James entered the common room and started towards the stairs back to his dorm. 

“Why do we always end up like this?” 

James looked down. “Hello, bug, how was your nap?” 

“Delightful. And I’m now very excited.” 

“Excited?” 

“Yes.” 

James wore a goofy grin as the two of you went inside the dorm. The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth and freshened up. You both sat in the middle of his bed, now with an awkward silence. 

“Should we lay down and just let it happen naturally? No one else uses this enchanted muggle projector so the professor just lets us keep it. There are a good amount of movies here.” 

“Okay.” 

You and him got comfortable on the bed, cuddling ever so slightly. James’ left hand sat just under your breast as his thumb gently caressed what was beneath it. Your hand snaked down his body and took an experimental squeeze of his pants. The movie went on without more touches until halfway through. You stiffened up before relaxing at the fingers going under the waistband of your panties. He turned your head to look at him. James watched with lust in his eyes as he watched his fingers pleasure you. It was all of five seconds before your lips crashed onto each other and you moved to the edge of the bed. 

Nearly all of the sixth and seventh and dreaded eighth years moved up to the party in Gryffindor. Not seeing James right away, the others decided to go looking. Remus squeaked and everyone else peeked into the crack in the door. James’ hands squeezed your ass before moving slowly up your body until they were underneath the jumper he made you, fingers trying to undo your bra. You both laughed as he struggled a bit. Eventually, the bra was off, leaving you in just your panties and sweater. 

“They’re looking. How long do you think before they close the door?” James whispered against your lips. 

“I give it two more minutes. Is it just the marauders?”  

“I can see Dorcas, Lily, and Xeno’s friends. The plan is going swimmingly.” He leaned back, not caring that the others could hear. “Hey, you know we don’t have to do this. It’s okay.” 

You leaned back and that made James move his hands from under your jumper. 

“Bug, I’m serious. I will not have sex with you unless you’re one hundred percent sure.” 

“I want to. I’m just nervous.” 

James chuckled. “Hey, I’m nervous too.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah. Do you not believe me?” 

“You always seem so sure of yourself.” 

“Being sure of school or quidditch is a lot different from romance or sex. Let’s take it slow, okay?” 

“Okay… Can I take your shirt off?” 

“Yeah, love. Can I take off yours?” 

You nodded. The door slammed followed by someone yelling sorry the moment James started lifting the hem of your sweater. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh. Reassuring James now that everyone was gone that you actually did want this, you continued feeling up and down each other’s upper body. He groped at your boobs, running a thumb over your nipples. 

“These are gorgeous.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I’m serious. So fuckin gorgeous.” 

“James,” you moaned as he took one in his mouth. 

“Can I fuck you, love?” 

“Absolutely.” 

You scurried up onto the bed in the most undignified fashion, making James laugh. He followed suit. James groaned as he started to sink into you, pausing when your nails dug into his skin. “Are you okay?” 

“It’s just hurts a bit.” 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

“No. Keep going.” 

He went slower, kissing you as he did to try and distract you. When he sunk in all the way, he checked in on you again. James waited for you to open your eyes. 

“We good?” 

“Yeah, please move.”

Your mouth dropped open as James started pumping. He smiled in satisfaction that you were feeling just as good as him. Maybe he knew what he was doing, just a little. You whimpered his name a little as you grabbed at his biceps. 

“You feel so good, Y/N. So warm and fit me  just right.” 

He also felt warm inside you. He shouted your name before finishing inside you. The sheets stuck to your naked and sweaty bodies as you both tried to come down for your highs. James pulled you closer until you were on top of him. 

“That was amazing. I’m really glad we chose to do it with each other.” 

You pecked him on the lips. “I really enjoyed it… We should probably put on clothes before everyone comes in.”

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my wip is the next installment of the Sam Coe x Doc Melody fic.

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Words: 1,303 Contains spoilers for the UC Vanguard questline and early main story mission.

“I have just as much right to those maps as anyone else in the family,” Sam shouted at Jacob.

Cora sat at the table, munching on some candy Jacob gave her. Sam had asked her to let him handle it but Cora wasn’t one to stay quiet, “It’s important, Grandpa. There might be a huge scientific discovery in the Nest and we’ll only know if we get there.”

“You’re not going to the Empty Nest,” Jacob spun on her, “it’s too dangerous.”

“Of course she isn’t, Jacob. I’ll be going with Sam,” Jamie said with a smile.

“You are?” Sam looked over at her, trying not to look too shocked.

Jacob scoffed, “You may have been raised in Ashta country but you’ve been softened by decades of desk work. The fringe would eat you alive.”

“I see you’re still projecting your own insecurities on others?” Jamie tilted her head to one side, “my research takes me to corners of settled space infested with spacers, crimson fleet, and just plain cranky, trigger happy survivalists regularly. Not to mention the xeno plentiful planets I’ve surveyed. I may appear soft, but I’m more than capable in a fight.”

Jacob stared for a moment, looking her over and trying to gauge whether she was bluffing. “Ashta aren’t spacers.”

Jamie rolled her eyes, “No, they’re big, chitin covered stalker predators that sit at the top of the food chain on Akila. And I’ve been facing them with shotgun in hand since my Dad figured out I could fire one without falling over. Stop trying to paint me as some fragile desk sitter when I’m anything but.”

“I’m not handing over the maps.” Jacob crossed his arms, “I will not let you two plunder the family legacy for profits.”

“What profits?” Sam shouted once more, throwing up his hands, “we’re trying to see why the place is void of life.”

“It stands to reason there is something there. Something you’ll run off with and ruin the Empty Nest forever.” Jacob glared at Sam. Jamie sighed and rubbed her temple. Sam went to yell some more but she held up a hand. She took a deep breath and looked at Jacob,

“You’re right, there is something hidden in the Empty Nest. And that thing is disruptive both to modern tech but also to the sensitive sensory organs of xenos like Ashta. That makes it incredibly dangerous for Akila City.”

Sam looked puzzled at her but held his tongue.

“It hasn’t hurt the city in 200 years,” Jacob said with a smug look.

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t mean directly. Use your head, Jacob. If the Empty Nest can’t be detected with tracking scanners and also isn’t full of Ashta then what might fill it’s walls?”

Jacob just stood there glaring.

“Sounds like a good place to hide things,” Cora said from the table with a wink, “maybe those dummies Dad talked down at Galbank were hiding there before coming to the City to rob it.”

“Exactly,” Jamie smiled, “smugglers already love caves. Finding a cave that can’t be traced is like natural shielded cargo. You can put whatever and do whatever you’d like.”

“Anything that is strong enough to deter Ashta would deter people,” Jacob insisted.

“Then how did Solomon find it?” Jamie asked. “Why doesn’t the story include him getting headaches or hiding the location due to dangers. No, he charted its location and talked about it openly because he wanted someone to follow-up on it. Sam is trying to do just that and you’re stonewalling him.”

“You aren’t getting the maps!” Jacob yelled.

“You owe me!” Jamie snapped back.

Jacob blinked. Then he shook his head.

“Yes, you do. And I kept the value estimates on those pieces I gave you. Maps or the full credit value.”

“You know I can’t…”

“Other option is I take up the matter with Leah. Let her know the arrangement and how you’re flaking out.”

“You wouldn’t dare, those where donated.” Jacob was losing color.

“I let you donate them under the agreement I would get something of equal value back.”

“You really think the maps are worth the old things you gave gramps?” Cora asked.

“I do,” Jamie didn’t break eye contact with the old man.

“The agreement was a favor. Like getting you access to a restricted site or…”

“Maps will do. Less work for you too, I know you’re getting up there in years and just want to kick back with a whiskey in hand.” Jamie was now the one looking smug.

Jacob looked like he was chewing his tongue, the silent tension suffocating the room. He reached into his suit pocket and threw a keycard at Sam, “for my office. Take the damn things and go. Cora stays here while you plunder the nest.”

“Was already the plan,” Sam caught the key and hurried to the office door.

“I don’t want to hear any whining about either of you getting hurt,” Jacob said to Jamie.

“Gramps, the Professor has fought terrormorphs, she can handle a few ashta.” Cora was walking over from the trash can as she spoke. Sam stopped just outside the office doorway, the maps now in his hands, and stared slack jawed at his daughter. Jacob shared a similar look.

“It’s a whole section in her latest book on biological threats to humanity from ancient times to now. She fought her first terrormorph on Tau Ceti when she went out to a meet people at a meat processing plant in a tiny colony for other research. The whole colony was dead except for one guest, a xenobiologiest named Hadrian Sanon and—“

“We’ve heard the SSNN reports about Tau Ceti, sweetheart.” Jacob said, “they never mentioned Dr. Melody.”

“I personally requested anonymity during the ongoing crisis. SSNN and FC outlets aren’t known for giving space to instant celebrity and if Hardian and I wanted any chance at solving the puzzle when we needed them to steer clear. After it was over I got permissions from the UC cabinet and the amnesty board to write about my experiences.”

“In the book she wrote about how it felt to have a terrormorph try to hijack your mind. How it made her hear things and see things and at times seemed to pull at her limbs but she was able to resist like Major Sanon and put the monsters down. And one of the Terrormorph in Londinion summoned an ARMY of xenos that burrowed out from under the ruined spaceport and they had to activate this old radio towers to play a frequency to drive them off while also fighting the massive thing.” Cora pointed at her dad, “they had the body of that one on display in the MAST district for a while, remember? We went to see it with Noel and Barret. It was HUGE!”

“It was huge,” Jamie agreed as she closed her eyes a moment and breathed, “wasn’t immune to shotgun blasts.”

Cora let out a bubbling laugh, “No it wasn’t! Blam, Blam, Blam and down it went!”

Sam tripped on his words as he tried to steer the conversation away from thoughts that terrified him, “alright, I think we all now know Doc here can handle herself so lets us go and find the nest. You were right, by the way, it’s smack dab in Shaw territory so we’ll need to be ready for xeno and human resistance.”

“What?” Jacob looked insulted. Not at what Sam said but the idea that Shaw could be set up on perceived sacred ground.

“You heard me,” Sam growled, “Jamie was right.”

“Alright you two,” Jamie winked at Cora and then strolled up to Sam and tugged his arm, “Let’s swing by my ship so I can grab my equipment and then we’ll go empty the Nest.”

[marazhaibrainrot]

Speculating on the companions a bit (and altering some their circumstances) to explore my take on what a possible dynamic with owning Marazhai would look like for them and how they'd define it.

It's also kind of hard because this reduces him to just another drukhari about to be swallowed and crushed by the imperial machine. RT can order their retinue to get them a dark eldar from the expanse and have them as a toy, heck, you literally have two to mess with for your coronation.

But getting marzipan means you get one that's going to be wierdly into it. It's the equivalent of bestiality for their species and still he will go down on his knees and beg. You can literally tell him up front you're going to be starving him and there's the rage yes but also a strangely aroused subservience. He'll beg you to brand him, show it off and then crack if you try to toss him aside. And RT is the only one who would think to play into it and also be in a place of sufficient power, both personal and political, to be able to do so safely.

And there's also the question of just how did he end up this way? Did getting the low gothic tortured into him also embed other human concepts into his pscyhe/identity that kind of morphed with everything that was already there and gave him a taste for what he does to his victims?

Or maybe just knowing the language was enough. Languages also affect the way people think and model the world and if marzipan has been thinking in low gothic, not just speaking it, it could also be a candidate for why he turned out wierd. Or maybe he was always like this from the start.

Anyways, the main piece (lol), RT gifts marazhai to one of their retinue as a jape/appreciation

Heinrix first since you actually can do this: full dogmatic heinrix admits to utilzing xenos weapons/artifacts in an inquisitorial capacity so I think they'd have something where, if Marazhai wasn't passed on to another member of the order, he'd be mutilated until he was docile. It would be clinical, and he'd replace marazhai when the latter wore out so to speak.

Marazhai would be outwardly the same little shit but inwardly tense, calculating, desperate. He recognises the sheer danger heinrix is to his person but is too damaged to do anything about it. Attempts a furious attempt at freedom, or at least hurting heinrix, when it becomes clear he's outlived his usefulness and is about to be disposed of, but heinrix literally just taps a button and like a little bomb goes off inside marazhai's skull and that's that.

Cassia: hmm, I guess I could see a version where she's the Novator, and it's an official gift from von valancius to the navigator house, among other things. And when the noblity gather and hold little hunts he's released into a bounded enclosure with other captured xenos and like maybe he dies an anticlimatic death getting mauled by some creature after months of muscle fatigue or maybe he makes it out and onto corsairhood. Very detached, and no different than say RT had gifted marazhai to any other noble house.

Argenta would take him behind the Imperial 7/11 and put him down, Abelard I see packaging and passing the xenos off to the Werserian house because it's a gift from the rogue trader, and like he'll be entertainment at the next event. Pascal and Yrilet wouldn't even play this game with you. For Idira this stewardship would make her day to day worse because slaneeshi warp whispers would also be showing up in her head along with everyone already in there, trying to get to Marazhai through her and like she'd get fed up at some point and get rid of him.

I think Jae would be the most vulnerable to marazhai's manupilations all things considered. Literally everyone in RT's retinue has some wierd edge going for them (and Abelard is too level headed for this xenos nonsense) while she's just a very ambitious trader that lives too close to the abyss just to see if she can and the abyss is where marazhai thrives.

Think that's everyone.

Ulfar got bugged first play through and just wasn't there so I don't know him all that well :P

[writing-and-rebloging]

Do you also believe that the are fallen angels in WHB?

(yes this the same person ,who keeps asking every blog about the game ,it’s fun knowing people opinion while we wait for the game ,don’t know if it’s seen as annoying though)

Lucifer regions name is called Paradise Lost ,which is very interesting for me a,and that most of his underlings are covered in bandages.

And I think Gabriel knows more than he lets on ,but idk ,maybe he has no knowledge about Gods whereabouts.

It's not annoying at all! It's lovely that you do that, keeps all of us hyped and all, plus, it really is fun seeing the different responses and opinions. So, ask away whatever and whenever you want!

This is, again, long, and... Uh, cw for biblical stuff, too? Ig? Now!

As for the fallen angels... I have conflicted thoughts about it. On one hand, we know that God created angels, and made them love only him, blindly, to the point of them being hardcore yanderes. Very poor decision making there, give them a hobbie or something, otherwise they'll get overwhelming, you know? Point being, angels suffocated him, so he went and created devils, or demons dealers choice for words. Which is the first (and probably bigger) departure from biblical mythos as far as I'm aware.

Now, do keep in mind that while I know a lot of the common knowledge, grew-up-surrounded-by-catholicism things, I have never actually read the Bible past some audio cassettes I had when I was... In kindergarten or so, and thus might have some things wildly off, however... Demons were originally just sort of there, the bad and evil, the shadows and temptations every good christian fought against, and were opposing God, his teachings and love. Angels fell from grace and turned into demons themselves, dedicated to corrupting humankind and stealing their souls. Right? God didn't create them, he was actively seeking to banish them from existance in the eternal fight of good and evil. But, in WHB, they are created by God himself, who seeked less obsessive company. I suppose they're still opposed, freely going about life vs obsessively reaching for the target of their affection, an interesting parallel shown in how angels dealt with God's disappearance vs how demons dealt with Solomon's, but there's no longer an element of falling from grace, so I'd say that fundamentally and going from that train of thought... No, there aren't fallen angels? At least, not in the traditional sense I would understand it.

On the other hand, we do see there's a seed that can force a demon to turn into an angel (how, or what changes it creates, I have no idea), so the opposite should also be true, angels should be able to turn into demons, thus making the statement that fallen angels do exist true. We'll probably see some of this early on thanks to Gabriel getting caught and apparently ending up siding with us one way or another (unless he's one of the makes no sense but you can buy his card and use him on your battlefield type), be it from his doubt, actually "falling" and/or some impressive mental gymnastics.

Breaking free from their blind devotion could mean no longer being angels, though, since that's their most prominent racial (ish?) trait. It's like taking a cat and giving it the ability to bark instead of meow? If it makes sense? And could make them no longer worthy of being angels, creatures that exist only to fawn over their creator.

Conclusion: i have no fucking idea. Or rather, it depends on how you see it? Are they truly falling, as seen on, idk, Obey me or other media? No. Would they change from one to the other in a way that is easily explained as falling? Well, yes. Way I understand it, personally and until further info, it's like changing on a fundamental level, as if you're playing an rpg and change race from elf to orc, to chose two well known "opposites", rather than getting demoted and branded as no longer welcome. It does give some interesting xeno potential, as a side note.

Hope it made sense! Now, onto the second part of the question!

It is interesting, and suggest that he, and probably some other buggers from the Ars Goetia that were angels became devils from one reason or the other, and one way or another. Either that or he's edgy. He does seem to fancy himself all the fucked up healers so far, for whatever that means in his character and status.

As for Gabriel... Well, as I said, I think we'll get some insight from him on the fallen subject, and on how angel society works in general, since the other two don't show up much so far. But from what we can gather of his character, I think he's not the sharpest tool on the shed, and rather a delusional, overbearing yan who wants his daddy back rather than a cunning mastermind who knows Details and Info of the plot. If he knew where God is, he would have already fled to be with him or get him back somehow, I'd say. He's fun, though, can't wait to bully him.