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marvelship-oneshots · 4 years ago

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SOULMATES (STUCKONY) [part 1 of 2]

Soulmate AU where people are not necessarily their soulmate's soulmate [1.7k words]

Soulmates existed, whether people believed it or not. Having a soulmate was something crazy. It could be the person you loved or the person you heated. One never knew who their soulmate was, they revealed themselves in the most unique way, most of the time in the least appropriate of times. One could be married, thinking that their spouse was in truth their soulmate, and then, out of the blue, their real soulmate just appeared. The other problem with soulmates was that it was possible, rare but possible, that one soulmate had another soulmate. That was the case for Tony, Steve and Bucky.

Bucky knew who his soulmate was since he was a kid. Steve was his soulmate. Steve was his best friend, they grew up in the same building. He was 14 when he understood that his fragile best friend was his soulmate. One day, Steve touched his forearm and left a light red handprint. That was how he knew it. Bucky had loved Steve since then. One they turned 16, he told Steve, who was surprisingly on board with them being together, despite the time they lived in. On the other hand, Steve didn't know who his soulmate was. He had told Bucky that he was his soulmate, that they were destined to be together and when Bucky asked him where his handprint was, he had told him that, for him, it manifested in another way. He didn't have the courage to tell him the truth, that he didn't have a handprint, nor any other signs that Bucky was his soulmate. Steve knew it would break his heart and Bucky didn't deserve it. Bucky might not have been his soulmate, but Steve loved him anyway. Then the war happened, they both enlisted, Bucky left for war and Steve became Captain America. They were separated and then they met again. Steve tried his best to find a sign, a tiny mark, a sound, whatever would tell him that Bucky was his soulmate, that they were destined to be together. Then Bucky died and Steve thought that that was the reason why Bucky couldn't be his soulmate. If Bucky was dead that young, he couldn't be anyone's soulmate, right? Steve convinced himself that Peggy was his soulmate.he liked her, but she was no Bucky. She was pretty great, a beautiful, badass woman, but what he felt for her was nothing like what he felt for Bucky. He had a chance, on that plane. Stay and keep pretending that Peggy could be his mate for life, or die. He didn't want to live in a world without his Bucky, not if he didn't even have a soulmate. And so, he decided to go down with the plane and the bomb. He couldn't feel the pain for Bucky's death if he himself was dead as well.

Except, he was not dead. Somehow, the super serum and the ice preserved his body. He woke up in an era that wasn't his, everything he knew was gone. His family, his companions, his friends, his Bucky were gone. Peggy as well wasn't there anymore. Even his Brooklyn, the Brooklyn where he grew up, was now foreign soil. He was forced to build a life in a new century. And then is when Steve met Tony. He thought Tony would be much more like Howard but in truth they couldn't be any more different. Thank goodness, if you ask Tony. Truth to be told, Steve didn't really like Tony when they first met and neither did Tony. Steve and his extreme righteousness drove Tony crazy. On the other hand, Tony's sarcastic, witty comments, made Steve insufferable. So there they were, in the middle of a crisis, fighting over dumb stuff. But that was just Steve trying to flirt. Bucky was the flirty one, not him. He never even had the reason to be flirty with anyone, so he didn't know how. He didn't know why he wanted to flirt with Tony, he absolutely couldn't stand him, but something attracted him to the billionaire like a magnet. After the alien situation -he fought aliens, how crazy is that?- he tried to ignore the obvious connection between him and Tony, but it was like the whole world was trying to push them together.

In a week they would meet at least twice at the SHIELD facilities. The third week, Steve finally found the courage to ask him out. He didn't see it as a date date, he just meant for it to be a nice dinner with a friend. For Tony, it was a romantic date. Although Steve didn't expect it, it was nice spending time with Tony in a romantic way. When he was alone, Tony was actually nice and Steve was sure that he could have liked him in a romantic way. Their date ended with them, sweaty, in Tony's bed, barely covered by Tony's silky sheet. A few days passed before Steve noticed Tony's red handprint on his hip, right above his pelvis. That was the same handprint that Bucky had on his forearm many, many years before. That could only mean that Tony was his soulmate and that there was no doubt that he made Bucky live a lie. His love for Bucky was not a lie though.

Tony didn't have a soulmate. Until then, he had never experienced an unnatural attraction for someone. He liked Steve more than he had ever liked anyone else, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with Tony. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that Steve was in fact not his soulmate, unfortunately. But he ignored that. He was happy, they were happy and it didn't matter. It didn't matter until he actually met his soulmate.

Under Hydra, Bucky was rarely himself, but those few times he was himself, the only thing that got him going was Steve's handprint on his forearm. As far as he knew, Steve was dead. Or that was what he hoped. Immortality was good only on paper and didn't really want Steve to live such a life, seeing everyone of his friends dying. But Steve was not dead, and they eventually met again and Bucky realised that he knew the man. They were on the helicarrier, Steve's face was bruised and Bucky was so close to kill him and complete the mission. "You know me" "No, I don't" Bucky said, lashing out at Steve in anger. "Bucky, you've know me your whole life" Bucky hit Steve but Steve didn't fight back. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes" He hit the Captain again. "Shut up" There were things in his head that didn't make sense. Noises, thoughts. Steve took off his mask, showing his face and let his shield fall from the plane. "I'm not gonna fight you. You're my friend" Steve fell on the ground with Bucky over him. "You're my mission" he punched Steve in the face "You're my mission!" Bucky was trying to convince himself of that. He was confused. Something about Steve was familiar but he had a job to finish. Killing Steve was his mission, just like many others before. "Then finish it- Bucky stopped his fist midair- cause I'm with you to the end of the line" Bucky's confusion was now showing on his face. He moved himself from Steve, sitting next to him, looking at nothing. Voices and images were floating in his head. There was a fragile kid picking fights in Brooklyn and then there was Captain America on the train the day Bucky supposedly died. Steve sat up, looking at Bucky. He carefully moved closer to him. "Bucky, I know you're there, somewhere inside. It's me, Steve" Steve took his arm,slowly rolling up the sleeve, showing his red handprint. He put his hand on the mark. "See? It's me. Remember?" Bucky opened his mouth to talk, but they both got distracted by the sound of the glass floor cracking. Before they could realise, the glass broke under their feet and they fell in the water. Steve didn't have the strength to swim and he really thought that that was it, he was going to die. He woke up on the shore, feeling a fresh breeze on his face. Bucky was gently stroking his hair, as he used to do whenever Steve got sick in the 40s. "Buck" Steve whispered. "Steve? Stevie you alright?" Bucky caressed his cheek. Steve put a hand over his. He slowly sat up, looking at Bucky. He had dreamt about that moment when they would meet again, but it was definitely not like that. "You're here, you're alive" Bucky nodded, bringing their foreheads together. He hesitated before kissing Steve, pushing him back on the ground. He kneeled over him,putting Steve in between his legs as he started helping Steve out of his uniform. Steve let him do, knowing how long he had probably wanted to do it. Steve wanted it too, he missed Bucky and still loved him the same way as when they were 16, but something didn't feel right. The chemistry was there, but something was off. Steve felt guilty, he was not technically cheating on Tony, they didn't clear their relationship yet, but he felt like something was missing. Bucky's kisses were good, he loved feeling his hands all over his body. There wasn't anything wrong with what they were doing, they were never technically broken up and Steve still went on with his life as if they were. But to Steve's defense, Bucky was dead, he saw him fall from that train, there was no way he could have known that Bucky survived. Bucky got rid of the upper part of the uniform and started moving towards the pants, leaving small wet kisses on Steve's abs. He stopped when he saw the handprint. Bucky put his hand on it, noticing that it was much smaller than his. He looked at Steve and then at the mark again. "It's not mine" Bucky said, disappointed." That's not my handprint" Bucky got up and sat a few steps away. Steve followed him, throwing on the t-shirt that was laying on the ground. "Tell me it's not how I think it is" he said, with a

tear rolling down his cheek. " Steve sighed, looking down. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me that I was your soulmate?" Steve took Bucky's hand. "This- he pointed at the handprint- is the only thing that kept me from killing myself when Hydra was not only mind, and now you tell me I'm not and never was your soulmate?" Bucky turned away. "Buck-" "Whose is it?" he asked, not being able to look at Steve in the eyes. "Tony Stark" Steve replied, sighing. "Howard's son?" Bucky asked, looking up with a look of terror mixed with tears in his eyes. Steve nodded. "What's wrong Buck?" Despite being mad at him, Bucky threw himself at Steve,who, surprised, fell back on the ground, with his best friend in his arms. "I killed them." He said in between tears "The winter soldier killed them" Steve felt a sensation in his stomach. Bucky didn't say who,but he had the sensation that he was talking about Howard and Maria Stark.

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abloomntime · 3 years ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch21 Witch Hazelle and Timmy

(So there's this witch NPC in Nyakuza Metro and thought she'd be a good addition to the story and by popular demand Timmy! As he's gonna be an important key to Moonjumper later. The pics ain't mine, got it from A Hat In Time wiki.)

Well this garden was starting to at least LOOK decent....ish.

The giant ghost hovered above the area he picked out with seemed to be a pretty decent size away from any cursed statues, traps, or talking nooses or swamps. But also close enough to his home that he could get here at a moment's notice. The area was a fairly large decent size circled in by giant rocks to make an almost perfect wall around it. PERFECT place to have a mushroom garden, so carefully all the minions would dig holes large enough for the mushrooms they were carrying and placed them into their new home before being replanted. All kinds of shapes and sizes were placed down with the stone walls and a line of bushes were planted along with them. Leaving a pretty big area in the middle he...was still trying to figure out what to put as a center piece in the giant opening but for now he'd leave it plan. There was also a small corner of the garden that wasn't mushrooms or bushes. There was planted at least seven of those giant apple plants that grew giant purple apples like once a day. Wasn't much but what else could he do in a cursed forest? Well, they were far from done as this whole thing would take a while to complete, until then he had a few other things to worry about. Like a new way to keep those girls out of the forest since his original plan backfired. But right now he could start by fixing this one dress of hers.

Snatcher had it all laid out on the floor of his home. Laying a hand on the upper half, he neatly drew a straight line across the wideth of the dress above all the tears and holes using one of his feathered pens. The dress would be about a foot shorter than it orginally wasbut it would still be very much fine for her to wear freely. Once he got done he reached over to grab at a pair of scissors, but didn't see the smaller pale hand grab it and yank it out of his reach. When Snatcher didn't feel the scissors, he turned his head in that direction but stopped seeing it wasn't anywhere where he left it.

"Looking for these?"

His face snapped to the female voice with a snarl but once the sight of the woman who DARED enter his home let alone his forest entered his vision he paused for maybe two seconds before that snarl turned into a deep scowl with narrowed eyes. "What are YOU doing here? Can't you see I'm busy?"

The brown haired woman shrugged twirling the scissors in her hand. "I could ask you the same thing, Snatchy." Her brow rose once her copper eyes glanced over at the dress he was attempted to fix. "You're a tailor now, or is this some kind of new hobby for you?"

"Neither! Gimme those!" He quickly Snatched the pair of scissors away from her still frowning and turned back to his work.

She faked a hurt expression and put a hand to her chest. "That hurts Snatchy. It really does. In all the five hundred years we've known each other you're still that cruel spirit you've always been."

"And you're still that annoying witch." She finally got him to turn his face towards the smiling witch dressed in white and pink and groaned. "We both know you're not here for no reason. What ARE you here for, Hazelle?"

"You got me.~" She smiled real smug like and had the audacity to walk over to his large red arm chair and plopped down in it. Leaning her head in one hand and crossing her legs. "Well, the usual. I wanted to stop by and grab some of these cursed vines for my supplies. Maybe grab some swamp water for my famous grab-o-war spells, comes in handy when someone doesn't want to pay their side of our bargains. And of course I was wondering why you haven't come by asking for more blue potions of the dead. You usually get a big supply every few weeks."

After a few seconds of frowning at her, Snatcher turned back to the dress in his claws and took the scissors. Starting at one side he started cutting along the drawn line as straight as possible. "A lot of things have happened in the past week."

"Hm. Like what? Nothing has really happened since that little alien came back." Her eyes glanced down to the dress again he was handling. That certainly wasn't any child's dress, too big, but it was just the right size for a grown woman her size. Smiling wider she chuckled. "Unless it's because you've been distracted by a pretty lady?~"

"WHAT?!" Any dweller or minion within range of his voice fled at the flare up of anger coming from their boss and he sure showed it when glaring at the witch but the yellow flush to his cheeks gave her any confirmation she needed as Hazelle sat there smiling through his tantrum. Snatcher dropped the scissors with a thump and pointed at her. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL PECK GAVE YOU THAT STUPID PECKING IDEA YOU FOOL!?"

"Well, considering that the dress you're working on is obviously a young lady's and the fact that your face is more yellow than a dandelion is telling me otherwise, Snatchy.~"

"DON'T CALL ME SNATCHY! YOU KNOW I HATE THAT, WITCH!!" With a hiss he snapped back to the dress and continued on with his work as if nothing happened scowling...But Hazelle frowned.

"You know I was only kidding, Snatchy. I was genuinely curious about why you didn't come by to get any potions from me after saying you would. It's not like you." Her copper eyes glanced out of the ghost's home and towards the outside as if she was searching for something but didn't see anything beyond the normal dark cursed forest, and purple aura everywhere. " Some of your underlings out there have been gossiping." The ghost stopped but didn't look at her. "They're saying you have a new human girl working under you, which isn't too surprising since you've done this schtick before.....But I am finding it a bit strange you're helping one."

".....Where did you hear that?," he asked in a low tone.

"Like I said some of your little fellows out there are talking up a storm. And here I thought the dead all liked to rest in peace. But considering you're caught fixing an adult sized dress I'm assuming it's true?"

SNatcher went silent again. Not moving or looking at the woman behind him confirming or denying anything that was just asked. After a few tense silent moments of her staring at his back he began to move again but remained silent. His arms doing something she couldn't see since he had his back towards her but after a moment his arm made an upwards moment and she could see a large needle the perfect size for him and a light blue thread attatched to it. Which meant he was sewing some part of the dress after he cut some part of it off. Luckily for her, Hazelle was a patient woman and just kept silentlt watching him work from his comfy spot. After about ten minutes of this silence, the needle was bought down and he did something else she couldn't see. A moment later a sewing kit floated up from him and copper eyes watched it fly over to place itself on the book shelf he had in here. One moment later he leaned back up and his long arms held up the light blue dress, flapping it once to shake the loose dust off of it and looking over his handywork. The blue dress looked as good as new, no more holes or rips, even if it did have a few dirt and grass stands, but that was ok. It was a foot shorter too but all in all, not bad if he did say so himself. Once again his amazing skills had saved the day, Poppy should be happy she won't have to be needing to replace her old dress anytime soon. More relaxed, Snatcher hung the dress over one of his arms and turned to Hazelle still staring at him patiently. The two stared at each other for a moment, before she spoke up.

She pointed a hand at him. "Something big is going on here. I can tell by that look on your face, old friend. You can't fool me."

"Why would I tell you? Nothing's happened. 'Sides. Nothing here I can't handle!" He huffed and reached one of his long arms over to drop the blue dress over the back of the red chair above her head. It was a big armchair.

"Do you know how much you contradicted yourself in those few sentences?" She rolled her eyes and leaned over. "Come on. You KNOW I ALWAYS find out one way or another eventually whether it's by you or me prodding around a bit."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a pain!?"

"All the time, Snatchy.~ But, c'mon. You know I'm right anyways. I'll meet her eventually, so spill." She leaned back all comfy like in the chair smiling that grin. "I got all eternity now.~ Something about one of those minions saying time piece sounds interesting. What'd I miss?"

Well....She wasn't wring about that. Or the fact that if he DIDN'T tell her, Hazelle would most definately find out and it was ALWAYS more hard for him to deal with things when she found out things on her own, so.....He spilt the beans. All of it. From him stupidly 'borrowing' a time piece(which Hazelle called him a dummy for doing) to finally getting it all resolved, and now...His situation with Poppy and how exactly she ended up with them. Leaving out just a few details like his embarrassing crawl, or the fact he was planting a garden for Poppy. Hazelle would tease him for that for sure. She also DEFINATELY didn't need to know about his true feelings for her so he have told her about him being strictly friends with her and trying to make things right with her once and for all. By the end of his brief and blunt explanition Hazelle was giving him a surprised look.

"So...Let me get this straight." She pointed at him. "You had this great...*cough cough* dumb*cough* idea to use MAGIC ALIEN TECHNOLOGY that no one besides that alien to a degree can use to try and erase your ex-fiance from existance, brought everyone back to life, and discovered that the woman this alien saved happened to be your dear friend when you were both alive." She held up a finger. "BUT this is also the same woman who your ex got jealous and killed you over. And now you're clingy manipulating her into your servitude to keep her close. ......Am I hearing this right?"

"HEY!! I did NOT 'manipulate' her! It was an offer she couldn't refuse. And with me as her boss what could go wrong?"......A book was thrown square in his face. "OW!!" Clutching his face, he growled at her. "What is WITH you people and attacking ghosts?!"

Hazelle was standing giving him her own glare. "YOU. TRICKED. HER. Plain and simple! How do you think the poor girl feels about having her soul guarded by her long lost dead friend who CLEARLY has some issues with being clingy?" He stared at her for a moment. Words sinking infor a good long while before with a guilty frown Snatcher turned his gaze down in shame. Hazelle stood there for a moment watching him. Her brain whirling for the answers before her face became surprised again...Then worried. "Oh no...You DIDNT!!" He still didn't look up and she scowled again. "From what you've told me.....You haven't told her yet, have you?"

"NO!! OK!!" He looked at her with some kind of expression. Wasn't angry, or sad...Sort of a bit panicked and worried as he stared at her. "I ....I CANT!!" Hazelle's brow rose higher. "...A- At least not now."

"And why not? Don't you think she's going to have questions eventually?"

"YES!! But-...." He sighed and floated down until he rested on the floor of the home, his hands coming up to rub at his face. A moment of silence glanced over the two as he continued to rub his face. ".....I.....can't." He forced out in a small voice. It sounded really forced and above a whisper but she still heard it enough for her to drop the scowl she was giving him. He remained with his face buried in his hands for a good silent moment before he heard some shuffling sounds and felt a presence sit beside. And later felt a hand pressed up again his shoulder. .....Slowly looking up, he peeked out at Hazelle sitting next to him and giving him a sad look.

"Hey. Come on. You know what happened wasn't your fault."

"I KNOW THAT!! And you know that!....But the question is." He looked back down at his hands. Never wishing they weren't so purple before. "Will she think that? Will she believe it's....my fault?"

Hazelle hesitated...but gave a reassuring smile to try and ease her ghostly friend's worries. "Well, you never know if you never tell her. And...It's kinda unfair she doesn't get to know about you while you're having her work for you-"

"I KNOW!! AND I WILL TELL HER!!"

"When?" Hazelle asked back crossing her arms and raising a brow. "When are you planning on telling her the trueth, Snatcher?"

"I-....I-I don't know. B-But not right now. It's too early after everything that's happened. It's best to let everyone settle in with the reality of it first. Especially her." He jumped and blinked over at Hazelle when she grabbed his hand.

Her face was worried but still stern as she gazed him directly in the eyes. "Take an old friend's advice. It's important she get's to know sooner rather than later, ok? The longer you take the more complications you're going to have."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulled his hand away to cross his arms again. "I get it!"

"How many people know of this?"

".....Just you and me. And maybe some of them." He nodded his head towards the outside of his home just as a few of his underlings ran by yelling. Oh. He must've meant them. "But they wouldn't say anything-.....WHAT THE PECK!?" A blur of white and color zipped by after the screaming minions and he instantly threw a scowl back at Hazelle who seemed a little bit surprised as well as Snatcher pointed a hand out of the entrance of his home. "You care to explain?"

"Oh. Shifty must be having a little bit of playtime. He was frozen for a long, long time you know." He turned back to her about to ask what the heck she was going on about when a sudden white rainbow blur lept into his home with a loud thud against the floor. He instinctively shot himself back a few feet from the massive pile of laundry that laid upon the ghost's floor. It looked like a badly sewn together white blanket that someone tried to fix by sewing all kinds of colorful patches to it. After a bit it moved and he froze in surprised as the thing moved unnaturally up on four tiny legs under it and through it's head back revealing a darkened abyss inside the covers and many eyes blinking at him. He knew at once what this was and hissed as he pointed at it. "WHAT. IS. THAT. THING. DOING BACK IN MY FOREST?!"

He shot Hazelle a look demanding answers but the witch shrugged and smiled happily as the thing crawled on it's four legs over to it's master and crawled unnaturally halfway onto her lap. She smiled like a mother would smile at her child and pet the creature on it's head. It made a rumbling thrum that he supposed was his form of purring and relaxed in her hold. "What's a witch without her familiar? Especially since he was frozen in that dreadful woman's home this whole time. Another reason I was so curious about what was going on." She cooed and wrapped her arms around the giant thrumming creature with a hum. "One day I just woke up and there he was sitting right outside! I was so happy to finally get my beloved Shapeshifter back! I was wondering how the world he escaped, but now it all makes sense." Her smile turned smug again. "But I think you left out the part where you and Moonjumper were sharing the same body."

Snatcher instantly bristled fluff shooting up. "HEY!! Not by choice!" He pointed a hand at the thrumming creature. "And you keep that voodoo whatchamacallit pecking thing AWAY from my soul stash! I swear it if starts playing with one like a toy again I'll send it back to that ice cube!"

IN response the creature's eyes narrowed and a growl came out but Hazelle patted his back to calm him. "Now, now. Shifty loves playing with spirits. He didn't know any better. Maybe keep your stash somewhere safer than trapped in the ground."

"What a minute....HOW THE PECK DID YOU KNOW ABOUT US SHARING A BODY?!"

"Well, you know I'm teaching that young man of his magic. He's been acting all nervous like and told be all about it.~"

He stared at her for a moment....before growling and shoving an accusing finger in her face. "YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME!!! AND TRICK ME INTO TELLING YOU!!"

"Hey. I didn't know everything," she retorted back, " I didn't know this lady was around or you have feelings for her-''

"SHE. IS. A. FRIEND!! STRICTLY FRIENDS!! ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE!!"

"Maybe that is the truth. Maybe you two WERE just friends," she pointed out seriously, "But thing's aren't the same as they were a thousand years ago, Snatchy. She doesn't know you are...well YOU. And she probably doesn't see you as a friend anymore because she doesn't know YOU you. She probably sees you as a 'boss' when you obviously see her as an old friend and like her more than that. You gotta get all this sorted out soon. Right now it sounds like a giant mess and you need to take a broom to it and sweep all the problematic dust away."

"I KNOW!!" He held his hands up. "I. Know. But like I said this is all happening too soon and too fast. I can't tell her right now." His light scowl came back as he pointed at her. "And you AREN'T either."

"Alright, alright. I get the hint. *sigh*" Hazelle rolled her eyes shaking her head before giving the ghost a serious look. "It's not my place to blab anything to her and honestly I'd be a bad friend, but AS a friend heed my warning. One day she's going to find out, and she's going to have a lot of questions you're going to have to answer. You made a big mess and with messes it's just going to get messier unless you deal with it."

He didn't say anything but huff and looked at the ground in a grumpy manner similar to a child.

"MIsTRESS," the thing on her lap suddenly hissed out in multiple voices catching the two's attention as all the eyes directed outside, "THe bOY hAs ArRiVeD."

"Oh, that must be Timmy.~ The little dear." Gently pushing Shapeshiter off herself, the loyal pet hopped off her as she stood up, reaching up to straighten the large witches hat on her head and turning to Snatcher as it crept out of the ghost's home. "Sorry to have to cut our meeting so short, but I did promise some witchy lessons to the boy after all."

"Hmph." The giant spirit watched as the witch walked out of his home and across the giant vine that lead across the small moat of water surrounding it. Poking his head out he saw the sight of that creature sat down and a small boy he knew all too well. As Hazelle approuched he huffed again. "Well don't be sticking around here to teach him!" His yellow eyes glanced around real quick to check for any signs of his dumb double. "And where's the corpse?"

The boy with dark purple eyes and black hair tipped his hat to the witch. "I'm afraid he's not feeling too well so I came on my own."

He huffed again. "Well good! He can stay out for all I care!"

Timmy scowled but Hazelle patted his head. "Now don't be mad at him. He's having some big trouble of his own." She looked back to Snatcher with a look and wave. "Bye, bye Snatchy.~ And....Please don't forget what we talked about. Alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just leave already!"

He crossed his arms and watched grumpily as Hazelle placed a hand on the young boy's back and began to steer him off in the direction of he guessed the way out of his woods followed closely behind by that creature. Huffing again and following them with his eyes until the three of them disappeared in the fog and dead trees- His looking was intrrupted my a small meow and something rubbing against him, the source quickly being identified as Rough Patch who decided to climb out from under his giant chair at last and was currently rubbing against his tail begging for pets. Purple claws gently grabbed him and brought him up to be held and pet. Rough Patch purring as he did so. Yellow eyes glanced back to the blue dress that laid upon the back of the chair and he sighed, Hazelle's words bouncing around in his head as he stared at it. Hazelle was right. But he could wait a little longer before telling her. He'd have to just wait and make up for everything first.

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gigilberry-wips · 4 years ago

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if wishes were stars

This is my secret santa gift for @kirkwords!

It’s a bit late, but technically I got it done on time sooooo here you go! I hope you enjoy this and I wish you and everyone here a very, very Happy Holiday!!

Word Count: 3,071

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In a secluded street of a nondescript town, there lived a run-down little toy store. What was special about this store was that it was owned by a man named Nicholas St. North, otherwise known as Santa Claus.

Not that he admitted to such a thing. On first glance, he didn’t much look the part either – instead of a fat and jolly little grandpapa, what you were met with was a tall, imposing wall of a man, with a rumbling, earth deep voice and tattooed arms that had likely lifted a reindeer or two in their time.

But the jolly part was still there, twinkling in his eyes. And every toy he made seemed to hold a touch of that fairytale magic.

A whispering, fluttering little thing, beating deep inside.

Thump … thump … thump …

Thump

A pair of cloth eyes blinked. They blinked again.

Looking down, they found two pudgy, cotton-stuffed arms. Those arms led into the puffed sleeves of a faded dress that might have once been pink but through age and time and the general negligence of items left behind and forgotten about had eventually faded to a dull, stained beige.

On one corner of the dress was a curling, embroidered word. Rapunzel. That was her name.

Rapunzel sat up. From where she was on the floor, there was not much to see beyond the wall of cardboard boxes. The dust motes hardly stirred in the dim lighting, and the few spiders spinning their webs ignored her presence entirely.

But in the distance was noise. Things moving around, talking, what might have been a few strains of music. Was it a party? Rapunzel liked parties.

She toddled up onto her stout little feet and followed the sounds. The boxes were not all uniform; every now and then they let through shards of light. Rapunzel made sure to pass through each of them – or at least she tried; some were too high up for her to reach. Occasionally she would stop and stare at how they lit up her dusty skin, or made the occasional stray glitter sparkle on the ground.

When the wall of boxes ended, Rapunzel did not find a party. But far above her head were strings of sparkling lights, enclosed in clear glass spheres. They looped in and out of the shelves that lined the isle, creating a woven canopy of brilliant yellow light. Large work tables occupied the space within the isle, pushed against the shelves and stretching up so tall that Rapunzel couldn’t see where they ended or what they held.

Rapunzel wandered amongst them. Her feet made prints in the dust that covered the floor, but she didn’t know that, not when her head was craned up and her sight was filled with floating lights.

She was so caught up in them that she didn’t notice when someone noticed her. She didn’t see it when that someone climbed down to reach her. And she definitely didn’t hear them until they stuck out their hand and said: “Hello!”

Rapunzel yelped. To her right was a towering pile of junk heaped under a table. And crouched on an outcropping was a colourless boy.

That is, everything from his clothes to his skin was coloured stark, pasty white, even his hair and cheeks and mouth. The only thing time and wear had done was fade his once fancy looking clothes to old cream and add several moth holes and tattered strands to it. The hand he held out was made of segments, smooth and hard as marble.

"Why are you shiny?"

The boy blinked two black pinpricks he had for eyes at her. He tilted his head. "... Pardon?"

"Your face, I mean. It looks a bit shiny where the light hits it." Rapunzel gently touched his hand with her soft mitt. "And your hand, why is it hard? And why is it shaped like this?"

"Oh ... I guess that's because I'm made of clay." The boy touched his face. His fingers made a light tap-tap sound. "My hand is like this because I'm a puppet ... I was a puppet. I'm not anymore. I'm free. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I gave myself a name." He pointed to himself. "I’m Jack. I like the name so it’s mine now. What's yours?"

"My name is Rapunzel."

"Is it really? How do you know?"

"My dress has my name on it." Rapunzel held out her dress and showed off the embroidery. Surely he'd never seen stitching this pretty before, and it spelled her name so that meant her name was pretty and good, too.

"Do you always listen to what your dresses tell you? You're funny." He went to poke it but Rapunzel batted his hand away.

"Well, if you don't like it-"

"I didn't say that. It's nice - really, it is!" Jack laughed, even as Rapunzel sulked. "In fact, I've got a friend who's playing dress-up right now. She'll tell you it's pretty, too. Do you want to meet her?"

"You have friends?" So there were other dolls there. Then another thought hit her. "Can I be your friend?"

"Sure you can!" Jack shook her hands. "There! Now we're friends. Come on, let's go meet the others!"

At first Rapunzel thought that Jack was going to make them climb up the junk to get to the table's surface. But instead, Jack led her down a winding path through the debris, until they heard a raised voice and the sound of laughter.

The heart of the junk pile opened up to a cleared space. A desk lamp off to the side illuminated two figures.

The laughter was from a wooden soldier. His paint was chipped and peeling, and where he should’ve had a black boot to match the one on his right leg, there was instead a rusted nail jammed crookedly into the wood.

While he sat on a pencil box and held his sides, a girl doll twirled in the middle of the space. Her long, puffy hair was a shiny red and she wore the most outrageous outfit Rapunzel’s button eyes had ever seen. The bedazzled purple headpiece didn’t even match the rest of it. The moment she caught sight of Jack and Rapunzel she brandished a sword bigger and wider than the spindly arms that wielded it.

“But hark! What is that I spy?” She declared. “A rascal! How dare the miscreant show his face?! Doest thou wish for a flogging, foul knave? For I shall bestow it myself!”

Jack ran up to her and dropped to one knee, flinging his arms out. “Why would I fight such a fair princess when we could dance the night away?”

She waved her sword at him and threatened to chop his head off. Meanwhile, the soldier sitting off to the side laughed even harder.

“… That’s not … how … it goes … at all …” He wheezed helplessly.

The girl tossed a grin at him. “Close enough, right?” She hung the sword in a makeshift shawl-turned-belt and raised a smug eyebrow at Jack. “You hear that? That’s the sound of success. You’re not the only one who gets to be funny around here, Jackie boy. Eat it and weep.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how that goes either.” Jack stumbled up, his joints knocking together.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Now tell us who your new friend is.”

Rapunzel wandered up to the group. She did a shallow curtsy. “Greetings, all. My name is Rapunzel. I’m happy to meet you.”

“And we’re happy to meet you, too.” Jack pointed to the toy soldier. “That is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. There’s a really long and windy story about how he chose his name.”

Hiccup shrugged. “I’ll tell it to you if you want to hear it.”

Rapunzel skipped over to him and shook his hands. “I’d love to! I love stories! Please tell me whenever you like.”

“Uh, wow. Thanks?” Hiccup chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you too?”

“Okay, okay, okay. That’s enough of that.” They both looked over at Jack. Jack grinned. He swept his arms up and showcased the shiny girl in the shiny dress. “This is Princess Merida of Clan DunBroch.”

“Not anymore I’m not!” Merida swatted at him, and he spun out of the way cackling.

Pulling her sword out again, she swung it up. “No longer am I Princess Merida. From now on, I wish to be the warrior queen Boudica! Hyah!”

She did a spin and a leap, making the layered skirt swirl in her wake and the headdress fly off. She landed in front of Rapunzel, knelt on the ground and sword pointed at Rapunzel’s chin.

Rapunzel obligingly clapped. “Very good!”

“Thank you, thank you. All in a day’s work.” Merida brushed herself off and stood.

“Why don’t you want to be Merida anymore?”

“Because I’m one of several dozen Merida princess dolls.” Merida rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to be the same as them. I don’t even know who this ‘Princess Merida’ is. I mean, sure, the name is fine, but does it really need a Princess in front of it? I’d rather just be Merida, and not-” Merida shook her outfit out. Rapunzel giggled. “-this, you know? That’s why I’m changing my wardrobe.”

On the other side of the clearing were racks of doll clothes and a large changing station. Many of the clothes were strewn about on the ground. Half of them were almost as outrageous as whatever Merida wore, the rest not looking like they’d even fit on her. These friends must have been here for a while.

A warrior queen, was it? Rapunzel had never heard of that, or much of anything really, but that didn’t mean she wanted to miss out on the fun. “Can I help, too?”

“Would you? Fantastic!” Merida looped her plastic arm through Rapunzel’s. “Let’s get to it. To start, I was thinking we’d look into something green …”

They did eventually find a dress that Merida liked, after many more dramatic outfit changes and general silliness. Granted, it drooped around the shoulders and she had to kick out the skirt to walk in it, but she said it was ‘comfortable for movement’ and ‘blending into the surroundings’. Rapunzel and Jack also dug up a proper belt for Merida to store her sword on.

“I think this calls for a celebration.” Rapunzel tugged the belt more securely and straightened up.

“What’s the occasion?” Jack asked.

“Because why not? Because we found a new dress for Merida. Because I met all of you and because we’re here together. Let’s do something nice.”

From where she admired herself on a plate, Merida smiled at Rapunzel through her reflection. “I think that’s brilliant.” Giving her hair one last flounce, she spun around. “What do you suggest we do? Shall we do a dance? A play? Want to go exploring?”

“I have an idea.”

They all looked towards Hiccup. Laid at his side was a trumpet about as long as he was tall that Rapunzel hadn’t noticed before. He used that to slowly pull himself upright and started walking into the junk pile, using the trumpet like a cane. “Follow me.”

They wound their way down one of the twisting paths until they came out to find a giant table leg. Unlike the others, this table leg had a strange device attached to it. There was a large box – what it was for, Rapunzel didn’t know – with long strands of belts tied to it. Those belts went up, up, up so high it passed above the table and out of sight.

The box had a little door that Hiccup swung open. “Get in here.”

Jack and Merida easily walked in, while Rapunzel craned her head up at the structure.

“What’s this supposed to do?” She asked. She almost missed the door and walked right into the side of the box when Hiccup caught her arm.

“It’ll take us up. Look.” Next to the box was a large red button, bolted onto the table leg. Hiccup pushed the button.

The button lit up bright red. Something hummed above their heads, and then the belts began to move. And they moved the box with it.

Up they went. Rapunzel gripped the rim of the box, which came up to her belly, happy as could be. The ground grew further and further the higher up they went, until they reached the table top and the ride met its end.

There were many things scattered on the table. But what caught Rapunzel’s eye was the structure right in the middle of it. It was a dollhouse. It was very large, at least three stories tall, and made of sturdy, unpainted wood. The best part was that it had a flat roof, with a few chimneys growing out of the corners.

Without a second thought, Rapunzel ran to it and started climbing it. The roof had a much better view of the lights, and she spun around and around and made them all blend together, bumping into Jack or Merida along the way and laughing with them.

The lights went dark.

They blinked at each other, button eyes and plastic and paint.

“… Where’s Hiccup?” asked Merida’s voice.

The door to the roof swung open. “Here.” There was Hiccup. “How do you like it?”

Rapunzel stumbled forward until she found his hand. “Why’d the lights go off?”

“The lights are connected to the outlet over there. I unplugged the wire.”

“Aww that’s not fair.” There was Jack, bumping into both of them. “We were having fun!”

“Look – no, no. Not at me. Look up.”

Rapunzel looked up. With the lights gone, it was easy to see that the ceiling above was made of glass. Through the glass was a blanket of starlight.

The dolls huddled together, hushed by the sight. Something about the light of the stars and the quiet of the room and the darkness that shrouded them made them keep close to one another.

On occasion, one would murmur a thought, or another hum a tune. Some thoughts led to others, which led to strands of conversation.

They passed those conversations between each other, lying on their backs and staring at the sky.

“Of course I remember how I came here.” Jack scoffed. “I escaped.”

“Exciting, I’m sure.” Even in the dark, Merida’s voice carried her eye roll.

“Shush, you. It was either that or they sent us to the scrap pile.” A sigh in the dark, followed by shuffling noises. “I remember hearing them talking, alright? I was supposed to be part of a set. But the other puppets, they said … that we came out wrong. Apparently, we were supposed to have bigger heads or something, be- what was it … exaggerated. We were supposed to have ‘exaggerated features’. But, well, here I am.” Jack waved his arms in the air, so that they showed up black against the sky. “I don’t know what happened to the other puppets from my batch, but I didn’t want to go so soon. So I escaped when no one was looking and ended up here.”

“… Okay, so that’s mildly interesting.”

“What about you, princess? What got you to come here?” Merida gave him a half-hearted shove. He went with it, and then rolled back to flop an arm on her.

“… Just me being myself, I guess.” Merida hummed. “I was up one night with the other dolls. The other Merida ones were alright, and I think … some of the other princesses, too, maybe, and a few more. But the rest of the dress up dolls were so annoying! All they wanted to do was comb each other’s hair or have tea parties or sing songs and that’s it. And like, those things are fine. I don’t mind them. But there should be more to life, shouldn’t there? Like going on adventures and fighting monsters and saving the world.”

“… Like in a story.” Rapunzel said.

“… yeah. Like in a story. Just like that.” Merida reached over Jack and squeezed her hand. Jack made a protest of being smushed, but Merida blew a raspberry at him and Rapunzel patted his head.

It was nice, being like this. Friends were nice.

“Do you remember how you came here?” Rapunzel turned her head to the right, where Hiccup was.

A pause, interrupted by a distant bell chime. “I remember … I remember waking up around books.”

“That’s how he knows so many stories.” Merida said.

“You’re the one who’s been here the longest, I think. Longer than me.” Jack’s voice went softer. “… that’s a long time, isn’t it?”

None of them answered. It wasn’t easy to tell what time was or wasn’t, when one was a doll.

“… Can you think of any story right now?” Rapunzel asked, to fill the silence.

“I think there’s one about the stars? You’re supposed to make a wish on one and it’ll come true.”

“Well, there are plenty of them here so that means plenty of wishes, right?”

“No, um … I’m not sure that’s how it works, Jack.” Hiccup shook his head. “It has to be … there’s supposed to be some other condition to it. Something special about it. Or about the wishing.”

“I know what I’m wishing for.” Rapunzel said. With one hand in Hiccup’s and another in Jack’s, Rapunzel spoke to the stars. “I wish that we can all stay together.”

A moment of quiet, with only their thoughts and the strange fluttering in their chests.

“… For how long?” Merida whispered.

“For as long as we’re friends. We’re friends now, right?”

“… we are.”

“We’re friends.”

“Friends for good.”

Friends to keep. Friends to stay.

In the dark where no one could see it, Rapunzel smiled.

She smiled for the moment and the company she had. She smiled for the lights she’d seen before and the stars she saw now. She smiled for the promise she’d made on the stars.

The stars. What beautiful things. To every corner of the room, to every corner of the sky, they breathed their glittering, infinite light. Like a promise of forever in an ever changing world. That was such a strange concept for lost, little souls, who had no place of their own but where they were, with no perception of yesterday or tomorrow, only the present. Only now.

In the sky, the stars carried wishes. Of things lost and things found.

In the dark, the night carried dreams.

#rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #tbf #jack frost #hiccup #rapunzel #merida #rise of the guardians #how to train your dragon #tangled #my writing #secret santa

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Desert Sands: Part 1

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Scott, John, Alan, Virgil, Gordon, Kayo, EOS

I decided to keep throwing this fic out in chunks. Partly because it’s too long for a single tumblr post, and partly because I thought it was nearly finished but I’m beginning to suspect it’s not as nearly finished as I thought.

<<<Prologue

“John, contact has been lost with Thunderbird One.”

EOS’s words didn’t register. Alan had just found another stealth mine amongst his junk and was taking a lovely little space walk over to a ticking bomb to deactivate it. Finding the kill code for this particular mine would at least be nothing like the first time – following ‘proper procedures’, International Rescue via Lady Penelope had got hold of the paperwork for every single stealth mine and it was a quick case of John scanning the database for the right one – but it wasn’t something John wanted to be distracted from. Not while his youngest brother was sitting by a live bomb.

Needless to say, John was very careful to make sure he read out the correct numbers, and watched Alan’s holographic figure for any indication that something was wrong, only relaxing once the young astronaut was back in Thunderbird Three and the mine registered as deactivated on both Thunderbirds’ scanners.

“John.”

“Sorry, EOS,” he sighed, leaning back from the database and letting Zero-G cradle him. “Could you repeat that?”

“Contact has been lost with Thunderbird One.”

“What?”

All relaxation in Zero-G was promptly forgotten as John yanked himself back upright and towards the large holographic model of Earth. The green, yellow and grey icons of Thunderbirds Two, Four and Shadow flashed up alongside the pointer labelled ‘IR’, indicating that they were still on Tracy Island, as they should be. Away in England, FAB1’s pink icon stayed steady in London.

The blue icon of Thunderbird One was nowhere to be seen. John switched the display from Thunderbirds to operatives, and his heart sank when Scott’s remained absent. Suit telemetry readings were offline, and attempts to call either Thunderbird One or Scott’s communicator both ended in a red no signal symbol that didn’t belong anywhere near Thunderbird Five’s powerful network.

“Alan, go home,” he said, cutting through meaningless chatter from the teenager as he coasted along, picking up more random junk.

“John?”

“I need to concentrate on something else right now so I can’t help you disarm the mines,” he explained as he attempted to boost the signal, hoping that Alan would accept the excuse and call an end to his junk gathering.

“Is there a rescue?” Alan was a fantastic operative, but he was also a teenager.

“No,” John told him. “At least I hope not,” he muttered under his breath as his attempts to boost the signal failed and all connections to Thunderbird One or her pilot remained firmly offline.

“Then why?”

“Just… go home, Alan,” he sighed. “Please.”

Alan didn’t respond, and John hoped that meant he was obeying. He couldn’t check – doing that meant turning away from his Earth map, and right now Scott’s position was more important.

“EOS, show me Thunderbird One’s last known position, and the last data received from both Thunderbird One and Scott’s telemetry.”

Instantly a blue line appeared, tracking Thunderbird One from the danger zone in the Swiss Alps down across to the Sahara Desert, where it promptly vanished. Scott’s telemetry told him nothing. His big brother had been relaxed, no sign of raised blood pressure or other indicators of stress. There was absolutely no cause for alarm, except for the fact that both flight suit and Thunderbird had cut off at the same time.

The airlock hissed unexpectedly, and John’s head jerked to look over at it. Alan floated over to him, and a glance out of the gravity ring showed Thunderbird Three docked to her sister.

“What’s wrong, John?” his brother asked, gracefully coming to a halt next to him and frowning at the data. “Is this Scott’s flight path?” Big blue eyes filled with concern, and John really wished Alan had done as he was told. Being the reassuring big brother was much easier via hologram. “Has something happened?”

“I don’t know,” John admitted. “EOS lost Thunderbird One’s signal suddenly, and Scott’s telemetry went offline at the same time.”

“Could they have entered a dead spot?” Alan asked, peering at the data suspiciously. “Scott’s suit data suggests he’s fine.”

John shook his head.

“Thunderbird Five doesn’t have dead spots, Alan,” he reminded him. “I boosted the signal just in case, but there’s still nothing.”

“What about satellite footage?” John shook his head.

“We don’t have visual on this part of the Sahara Desert. It’s not populated enough to justify an IR satellite, and even the GDF don’t look too closely at the middle of deserts.”

“So what are we going to do? I can take Three-”

“The only place you’re taking Three is back home,” John interrupted firmly. “She isn’t designed for sustained atmospheric flight and I am absolutely not sending you into the middle of the Sahara in her.”

Alan deflated, and John sighed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders awkwardly for a moment.

“But what if something happened?” the blond asked, staring at the unhelpful map in front of them.

“We don’t know that anything has,” John pointed out. “But I’ll get Kayo to check it out. Alan, you and EOS keep an eye out for any signs of Scott while I make the call.”

“F.A.B.” Alan didn’t sound happy, but then again John wasn’t happy, either. Thunderbirds and brothers weren’t supposed to just vanish from Thunderbird Five’s sensors.

Ordinarily, if he just wanted Kayo, he’d catch her on her private channel and she’d slip away from his brothers, leaving them none the wiser. However, telling Kayo and not the rest of his family now would leave him with two very unhappy younger brothers when they found out, and neither Virgil nor Gordon were high on his list of people to offend. With a sigh, he reached for the link to the den.

Virgil was there, tickling ivories in a mish-mash fashion John recognised as his brother in a composing mood. Guilt at interrupting him during that had long since faded – disasters did not wait for Virgil’s muse to finish what it was doing, just like they never waited for John to reach a convenient point in a book or piece of coding – but something unpleasant coiled in his stomach this time. Then again, this wasn’t a normal interruption.

Kayo was curled up like a cat in her launch seat, flicking through a book, and it was her John focused on.

“We’ve got a situation,” he said, skipping his usual pleasantries when he made contact for non-rescue conversation. Then again, this might be a rescue.

Instantly the piano silenced, Virgil abandoning the instrument to approach the den.

“Do we need Gordon?” he asked, and John nodded. Before he could say anything else, Virgil was heading for the stairs, and John let him go. He needed Kayo first – Thunderbird Two couldn’t do anything until they located Scott, and hopefully wouldn’t be needed at all.

“Give me the brief in the sky,” his sister said, reaching to activate her launch chute.

“Wait,” he interrupted. “It’s not a rescue, I hope.” Bright eyes narrowed, and he felt the force of her curiosity even through the hologram. “I’ve lost contact with Scott and Thunderbird One. Thunderbird Five can’t pick up either of their signals.”

“I’m on it,” she said, sinking into the floor. “Send me his last known position and I’ll track him down.”

“There’s a possibility that it’s just a blip in the system and that nothing’s wrong,” he felt compelled to inform her, setting up a secondary relay to her wrist comm even as the flight data was sent straight to Thunderbird Shadow. “There’s no sign anything was wrong until we lost his signal.”

“I still don’t like it,” she said, and he heard the hum of the motorcycle indicating she was in her cockpit. “Thunderbird Shadow out.”

He let her sign off, well aware that he needed to have a conversation with his brothers. That didn’t mean he closed her transmission from his end, however. The moment she found something – it was Kayo, he trusted her to find something – he wanted to know.

“Has Kayo gone on ahead?” John’s attention returned to the den; Virgil had returned and was accompanied by a damp Gordon. There was no point dancing around.

“I’ve lost Scott,” he said. “Kayo’s going to his last known position now.”

“What you mean, you’ve lost Scott?” Virgil asked. He was rigid, a mass of tense muscles that John knew meant fear, not anger.

“Exactly that,” he admitted. “Scott and Thunderbird One’s telemetries both vanished at the same time.” He pulled them up, letting the same sight in front of Alan materialise from the table in the centre of the den. “Scott was over the Sahara Desert, not experiencing any issues, and then the signals disappeared.”

“Satellite imagery?” Gordon asked, and he shook his head.

“It’s a satellite blind spot. I don’t have access to a detailed scan of the area.”

“Why don’t I take Thunderbird Three overhead to get one?” Alan butted in, and John turned his head to see his younger brother had floated over to join him. “If I fly low enough I’ll be able to get a high res image.”

“I thought I told you to keep an eye out for Scott reappearing,” he scolded, and Alan shrugged.

“EOS is doing that. I have Thunderbird Three here, let me do something!” John sighed.

“I told you, the only place you’re taking Thunderbird Three is home,” he reminded him. “We don’t know what happened and I’m not sending you into the area.”

“You sent Kayo,” Alan sulked.

“Thunderbird Shadow is better equipped for the situation,” John pointed out. “At the altitude you’d need to fly at to get a high enough resolution, you’d be sub-orbital and Thunderbird Three isn��t designed for sustained sub-orbital flight.”

“What about Thunderbird Five?” Virgil asked, drawing his attention back to the holograms. “Can you position overhead to scan yourself?”

John shook his head, gritting his teeth.

“There’s another space station in geostationary orbit between here and where I’d need to move to. Thunderbird Five doesn’t have the manoeuvrability needed.” He loved his Thunderbird, but when the pair of them were useless he cursed the limitations she had.

“Can’t you boost Thunderbird Three’s scanners so I wouldn’t need to go sub-orbital?” Alan asked, like a dog with a bone at the idea of scanning overhead. If he wasn’t already missing one brother with no explanation, John would probably have let him go, but as it was he was determined not to send another brother into danger until he at least knew what the danger was.

“I could do that,” EOS said, and John sent a tired glare at her nearest camera. It was the logical thing to do, of course. Scott had been out of contact for too long – at the speed he was travelling before the telemetry was lost, he should have been just about arriving home. Kayo was flying the exact course Scott was projected to have been taking, and if he’d been on that course she’d have called it in by now. The steady dark grey of both Thunderbird Shadow and Kayo’s telemetry reassured him that she hadn’t also gone inexplicably dark.

It was almost certain at this point that Scott had got into trouble. No satellite imagery had shown up the silver rocket, either, and there wasn’t much of the Earth that wasn’t covered by high resolution imagery. Logic dictated that Thunderbird One had probably gone down, and with no working communications Scott wouldn’t be able to call for help.

If he survived, the cool detached voice in the back of his head pointed out. At the speed Thunderbird One was going, a crash would have been fatal.

John ignored the voice.

“Stay in orbit,” he said out loud, unable to find a reason why Alan shouldn’t go with EOS helping him to scan.

“Thunderbird Two is launching as well,” Virgil said, and the twin looks of brown eyes from the two earth-bound brothers told John there was no point even trying to dissuade them. “We’ll rendezvous with Kayo and Thunderbird Shadow. Send me Scott’s last known position.”

John barely had to think to send the information to Thunderbird Two’s computer, half of his attention on Alan slipping out of the airlock, a drive in his hands that no doubt contained EOS. No EOS meant he had to monitor everything by himself again, but John barely paid that a thought. Thunderbird Three disengaged from Five, and John manipulated the data so that he had her route overlaying the map of Earth.

Below the red icon, although quickly left behind as Alan tore through space, was the green icon of Thunderbird Two, just leaving Tracy Island. Thunderbird Four was left alone, no use for a submarine in the middle of a desert, and just approaching the south-east Sahara was Thunderbird Shadow.

And then Thunderbird Shadow was gone.

Part 2>>>

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #eos #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #desert sands

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bya-lawrence · 4 years ago

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The Lake

We took our last steps through the trees, the once dense woods opening up to the blinding afternoon sun. June’s arm raised to block the light from her eyes, squinting through the rays her eyes finally adjusted to see an impossibly large clearing littered with wildflowers and stones, perfectly lining the deep blue water of the lake. She almost gasped as she looked further, the snowy peaks of the mountain ridge just beyond the water catching her eye. Pointing to the sky like a queens crown and looming over the pair of women like a skyscraper.

“It’s freaking gorgeous” she said breathily, pausing halfway atop a small boulder.

Jesse flashed a satisfying smile her way “Isn’t it?”

June felt the excitement bubble up inside of her, she imagined taking a running start to the water and stripping her clothes off as she went before taking a graceful dive into the water. She could almost feel the cold water tickle her skin. A giggle escaped her lips and she skipped forward off her perch on the rock, eager to get closer.

“Come on, let’s find a good spot for the blanket”

The two women approached the lake, scanning the area for the perfect patch of grass to lay out their picnic. June spotted a perfect place, unfolding the white blanket she had tucked under her arm and flapping it in the wind before slowly lowering it to the ground.

“This is perfect” Jesse said as she placed her backpack on the blanket, kicking off her flip flops and falling to the blanket with a huffing breath. “One of these days I’ll be able to make that hike without getting winded”

June chuckled at her friend, collapsing beside her. “Well it is definitely worth it.”

The pair sat for a moment in silence, enjoying the rustling of the wind and chirping of birds nearby. A few field mice scurried not far from them, the pattering of their feet sounding heavier than it should amongst the loose pebbles of the shore. June felt the weight of the world release off her shoulders, relieved she accepted Jesse’s invite for the hike and grateful for her new friend for the much needed peace. She hadn’t known Jesse longer than a few weeks. Up until a few days ago they had barely spoken except for during their brief lunch breaks at the real estate agency. June was the agency’s newest receptionist and Jesse trained directly under their boss, Mrs. Feldman, hoping to one day be the best realtor in Montana state, or at least their small town of Big Sky. All it took was for June to mention wanting to explore her new home, just once and Jesse extended the invitation to somewhere she called “her little slice of heaven”.

June glanced at Jesse, her eyes closed, face towards the sun, soaking in all the warmth it had to offer. She always noticed how beautiful Jesse was, but here in the bright light she could really appreciate how deep that beauty was. Jesse’s brown hair brushed just passed her shoulders, shimmering in the sun as a breeze fluttered by. Her profile looked as if it were painted against the backdrop, long dark eyelashes gently shifting across naturally rosy cheeks, plump pink lips pressed into an involuntary smile. Her slim shoulders rolled back, exposing every inch of her chest to the sky and June watched a small bead of sweat roll from the nape of her head, slowly down her long neck, before settling into the catch of her collar bone. The ugly fluorescent lights in their break room did no justice in comparison to the burning sunshine. She briefly wondered if she looked just as beautiful sitting here and almost as if Jesse read her mind, she opened her eyes and reached up, brushing the hair behind June’s ear.

Catching a few strands between her fingers, Jesse smiled “I love the way your hair looks in the sun. I never noticed how red it really is” She flicked June’s hair around for a moment “Ugh! I’m so jealous!” She exclaimed before letting go reaching down her to bag, pulling out a bottle of water and taking a long swig.

“Oh please” June chuckled, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. “I wish I could pull off your hair, if I cut this mess into a bob like that I’d look like Willy Wonka”

Jesse let out a burst of laughter, sputtering water before catching it against her chin. June shrieked with a giggle “Hey! Watch it!” Flinging the splatter of water off her arm.

The laughter slowly died down to small chuckles before Jesse suddenly popped up and reached her hand down to June. “Let’s go swimming”

“Hell yeah” June responded, grabbing her hand and hoisting herself up.

Jesse lifted off her tank top, then worked the buttons off her shorts and dropped them onto the blanket. June almost stopped to ask if they needed bathing suits but realized it was already too late, no one was walking back to the car, not like Jesse told her to bring one anyway. June striped off her top, surprisingly not caring that she was about to be completely naked in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it was the fact that they *were* in the middle of nowhere and the chances of someone seeing them were slim to none, or even though they hadn’t known each other long, it could be because how comfortable she was around Jesse. Like they had known each other for years and years. June popped off her bra, tossing it in the pile of clothes, then shimmied out of her underwear, her skin raising with goosebumps as the heat touched parts of her body that hadn’t been touched in a long time.

“No way, those are awesome. I didn’t know you had tattoos” Jesse wasn’t shy to stare at June’s naked body, noticing the lacing of ink down the back of her shoulder blade, the colors vibrant in the sun. June glanced over her shoulder, almost to remember what tattoo she was talking about.

“Oh yea” June chuckled, fingering at the black outlined flowers “Thanks. I got them years ago, i have more too” Without thinking twice she spun around as Jesse took in the few pieces of art scattered across June’s skin. She stepped closer, brushing her thumb at the small mountain range scribbled on her hip. June let her follow the lines with the tips of her fingers as they trailed toward the front of her hip bone, she smiled down at Jesse and giggled. “You get any closer you’re gonna have to buy me some dinner” She joked.

Jesse laughed in return “I’ll buy you dinner, dessert and breakfast” And gave June a quick wink before quickly tapping her on the ass and sprinting away towards the water.

June let out a happy shriek and chased after Jesse, not pausing for a second before making a swift dive into the water after her friend. The chill of the water enveloped around June, rushing through her hair, past her bare breast and through every curve of her body and she kicked forward, propelling herself deeper and further in the lake. She went as far as she could before the water began pushing against her, she breached the surface of the water, head held high, her arms pressed against her side, bouncing out of the water higher than she expected, her breast smacked at the water as she sank back down and the two women laughed at the sound.

“Damn, mine don’t sound like that when they hit the water!” Jesse exclaimed, bouncing up and down trying to get her chest above the water to attempt a boob-water smack. June laughed at her friends attempts, shrugging her wet shoulders Jesse’s way;

“It’s just a gift I guess” she joked. Floating to her back, her bellybutton pressed towards the sky. She waved her arms around her head like she were making a snowman, slowly drifting though the water, staring up at the sky, completely in peace for the first time in a long time. Jesse swam in circles around her, every once in a while going under the surface of the water and pooping up moments later on the other side. As she went to pass under June again, June reached down a grabbed her foot, dragging her backwards in the water laughing. Jesse fought to the surface and splashed a handful of water at June as she came towards. They played like that for a while, swimming around throwing water at each other, non stop giggling as if they were two kids at the pool on a summer day. Eventually they tired out and June resumed to her floating position, her breast bobbing up at the surface as her hair hung in a halo around her head. Jesse caught her floating by, looping her arms under her and gently dragging her through the water. June felt like she was in a water raft, being propelled through the water and she relaxed easily into Jesse’s arms. Letting her guide her through the water as she pleased.

The burning sun pricked at June’s cheeks, she knew they were beginning to glow red and she almost brought herself to worry about not putting on sunscreen but quickly decided she didn’t care enough to move from her comfortable position in Jesse’s arms. Suddenly she felt a pair of warm soft lips press against her burning cheek and she opened one eye to look up at Jesse with a small smile. Jesse stared down at her, matching her gaze.

“What was that for?” June asked, making sure to not sound offended. She didn’t mind Jesse kissing her cheek, she even thought for a moment about telling her she missed her lips. But decided against it in case it was meant as an innocent type friendship kiss.

“I’m not sure” Jesse shrugged “I was watching you and just got the urge to give you a kiss”

“Mm,” June sighed happily, settling back into the water with her eyes closed “So, this is how to seduce all your coworkers? Bring them here, get them naked and relax them into submission?”

Jesse belt out a loud laugh “Ha! Who says I’m trying to *seduce* you” she exclaimed nonchalantly.

“Mmhmm,” June pressed out mockingly “I see all your little tricks” and she opened her eyes for a moment to look up at Jesse, playfully poking at her nose. Jesse quickly fixed her grasp on June, hoisting her up from behind and wrapping her arms around her waste. Her chest pressed against June’s back, her warm breath a June’s neck. June didn’t resist, she melted into Jesses touch, allowing every inch of her skin to mold into her body. She felt a rush of excitement flood over her again, anxious excitement this time and her heart kicked up a beat. She tried not to make it too obvious that she couldn’t breath steadily, and drew in a deep breath before wrapping her arms around Jesse’s arms on the stomach, tightening her grip.

Jesse’s lips brushed against the side of June’s neck, sending goosebumps down her chest. She gently laid kisses up and down the stretch of wet skin. June suddenly realized how much she wanted Jesse to kiss her again, not in her cheek this time, but everywhere. She wanted to taste her pink lips and her fingers grasped firmly imagining tangling them in Jesses hair.

“What happened to taking me to dinner first?” She breathed out playfully, her voice dropping an octive in an attempt to sound seductive.

“You can have whatever you want” Jesse whispered softly into her ear.

June confidently whipped around in the water, sending a splash erupting between the women’s bodies. She entwined her fingers in Jesses damp hair exactly as she had envisioned a moment ago, and without missing a beat she pulled those soft pink lips to her own.

Jesse’s tongue slipped between June’s teeth, and June happily accepted the deep kiss. Their tongues flicked wildly around each other as if in sync, twisting their heads side to side like they had choreographed this exact moment and practiced a million times. They pulled on each other tightly, trying to feel every inch all at once and June instinctively reached down, gripping her fingers around Jesses ass cheek. She groped at her body, wanting more and Jesse let out a deep satisfying moan into June’s mouth, letting her know to keep going. June reached lower, clutching the back of Jesse’s thighs and swiftly hitched her legs up around her waist. Jesse’s legs clasped tightly behind June and she felt the soft wet curls between her thighs brush against her abdomen. Jesse began thrusting her hips into June, swirling and grinding, more low moans slipped through Jesse’s teeth, they were echoed back with extreme pleasure. June gripped onto Jesse’s ass, moving her deeper into the motion, her fingers slowly clawing to be inside of her. Without taking her lips away, June drifted Jesse towards the edge of the water, her knees bent beneath them as the water lowered until Jesse’s back pressed firmly against the slippery pebbles. As June pushed deeper onto Jesse’s body, small waves lapped up at her backside, the new sensation got June even more excited and she couldn’t hold back the loud pleasurable moan anymore. Their kids finally broke, Her head lifting towards the sky and Jesse traded out her lips for her neck. This time pressing her teeth into June’s neck, giving June another reason to moan again.

“Oh, Jesse” The name escaped out of her body as she sucked in a deep breath.

Jesse’s eyes lit with excitement and she swiftly rolled June to her back with a splash that bothered neither of them. June felt the sharp pebbles poke into her back and yet they didn’t hurt, it was as if it the pain had been replaced with nothing but pure pleasure. Their bodies furiously rubbed together as Jesse scattered wet kisses down June’s chest. Stopping at her breast, slowly taking June’s nipple into her mouth and laping at the hard point between her teeth. June pressed the back of her head against her as Jesse sucked harder, not stopping her flicking tongue. June felt Jesse’s hands slide from her hips, across her stomach and pausing where the soft short hairs parted between her thighs. Jesse lifted her head to pear a June, who was wriggling with anticipation beneath her, trying to thrust her hips upwards, her body begging for more. Their eyes caught for a moment, everything suddenly so silent except for their heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts between them. Jesse lips rose to a devilish smile, her hazel eyes intently glued to June’s. June almost let out a begging *PLEASE* but the word quickly caught in her throat as Jesse slid her first two fingers into June. Both of the women gasped and June’s hands clutched at Jesses back. Pulling her fingers deeper into her. Their lips pressed back together, once again furiously as if they could only breath off each other’s oxygen and Jesse wiggled her fingers inside of June, opening her up to accept more of her. She slipped a third finger between the hairs, June could feel how wet she was even through the water that was slowly drying between their bodies.

“Oh my-“ June moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breath hitching as Jesse pulled out and pushed the three fingers back into her, her thumb sliding up to gently rub her wet clit “Jesse, oh my god. Don’t stop”

Jesse cracked a smile at June, looking entirely pleased with the state she had her friend in. June slid her hand down Jesse’s chest, grasping her breast with one hand and hitching herself up on her other to get closer. She sucked Jesses nipple into her mouth, furiously flicking her tongue around the tight circle, then continued as her hand crept further down Jesses body. *I want more* she said to herself. She pushed her fingers through the wet curly hairs between Jesses lips, almost sitting up entirely now, and slipped her middle finger into Jesse. She was please to see Jesse raise her head in pleasure, going deeper into June in response. They caught each others eye once again and this time they didn’t look away. Their two pale bodies glistened in the sun and they circled their hips onto each other. June slipped two more fingers into Jesse and stared intently as the women struggled to keep her rhythm through her moans of pleasure. Their stares never waivered as they pleased each other. Their bodies fell in sync, both of them almost reaching the point of climax together. June gripped the hair at the nape of Jesses neck.

“Say my name” she demanded out of breath.

“June!” Jesse eagerly moaned out.

June felt the tingling inside of her rising even more intensely, *MORE* she screamed internally. The pleasure of release was just out of reach and she could tell Jesse was almost there too.

“Jesse don’t stop” she moaned out. Hastening her pounding fingers inside of her friends body.

“Oh June, I won’t!” Jesse couldn’t control the volume of her voice anymore. Every breath was a high pitched moan of pleasure now. “Yes, oh please, yes!” She yelled

“Jesse!” June called, the tingling now becoming a full blown explosion inside of her. She felt Jesse tighten around her fingers, ready to release too. “Yes, yes!”

The women’s erupting moans echoed through the clearing, bouncing off the trees and back to them. June felt herself orgasm onto Jesses fingers, just at the same time as she felt Jesse cum onto her. The sticky wetness fighting for escape past her fingers and June pushed inside again as they both finished, wanting to make sure her friend is entirely satisfied. Neither of them wanting to stop but their alarmingly fast heartbeats needing a break. Jesse breathed heavily against June’s body, wiggling her fingers slightly more as she slowly pulled her hand out from between her legs. June reluctantly retracted her hand as well, gently rubbing Jesses clit as her fingers brushed by...

{...to be continued}

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fantasyizlife · 6 years ago

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My Savagez part 7

Paring: Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield x reader (AU)

Summary: Tom, Haz and Y/N are in a loveship built so uniquely by your own three beating hearts no one could break it apart. But what happens when buried past don't stay buried? Will your love survive? Will you survive? How much of their past is going to test and take from each of you? Only time and endurance will tell.

Side note: Loosely based off of the movie Savages

Word count: 7329..my personal best (the struggle was real)

Warnings: Haz fluff Haz angst/honesty Haz smut. 18 and older type of vibe

**For my readers who follow and dont want smut there is a cut line to STOP, its smut til the end! For us Tom lovers, there will be a price to pay if we stay away too long, the good price ; } **

“I’m seriously not in the fucking mood guys” Haz answered with a red face opening it with such a force it slammed against the door stopper. His hair was a mess and the veins on his normally smooth neck were showing me just what kind of a fucking mood he was in. I looked down at the ground as his eyes met mine. They were a swirl of mixed blues and emotions like a tropical storm coming into shore. The kind you seek shelter from. “I’m sorry, I’m..Harrison” I stammered out “I’m sorry I didn’t know how to say it fast enough, but I want you, I mean..I want to be here with you, I need to be here Harrison” I said closing my leaking eyes as I felt his stare over me. It felt like heartbeats of forever until he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I rested my cheek against his pounding heart and felt the warm string of tears that dropped onto my face. “Let’s shower angel, it’s been a long day, yeah?” he said lifting me in his arms. His voice was soft and breaking as he swallowed his emotions down. “How about a bath instead?” I asked doing the same with my emotions. He nodded in agreement taking me to his bed, sitting me down. I looked around as he brought my stuff from the hallway.

I slipped into his bathroom almost as big as the apartment I had back in Michigan. I started the water and poured lots of bubbles in the water filling the air with smells of coconut. He came in already undressed. He got in and jumped back out fast just as fast. I giggled as I remembered my water temperatures were different than his. “Angel that is freezing, a bath has to be warmer than that, even for you!" he said twisting the hot all the way on. I turned it back halfway. “Nope, I dont like to be hot when I get wet Haz” I said as he slid under the bubbles towards the spout where it was steaming as it came out. He raised his eyes smiling as he hit the power to turn on the jets “I beg to differ, I can tell you a few times you've been hot and wet never complained once" he smirked watching me undress. I laughed at him getting in behind him where it would be coldest, for a few minutes anyways. There's a difference between those hots and wets Haz" He leaned into me as I laid back loving the cold feel of the tub and his warmth on my skin. There were floor to ceiling mirrors surrounding the tub making anywhere I looked right at him. He smiled turning off the water as he noticed me noticing that fact. “You must really love looking..humm..at yourself in here” I said not meeting his eyes. he pulled my foot into his soft long fingers and started to massage them. I closed my eyes moaning my gratitude. “It's a safety issue love, this is meant to relax my body and soul. But I couldn't do that if I can't see what's surrounding me can I?” I nodded in agreement not opening my eyes. “Why do you do that, why not just ask what's on your mind y/n, I never want you to hold back from me. I'll always be open and honest so long as you are" I shrugged my shoulders as he massaged my other foot. “Your eyes are closed but I can still see your mind over working because your heart is pounding y/n, just get it out" he said nibbling my toe. I jerked back and he pulled me into him. “We could seriously float side by side in here, why do you need a tub so big in a ocean" I said hugging his neck trying to drop the stupid insecure girl that surfaced once in awhile. “So I can bring all my honeys into it when I feel the need. I even have a name for the VIP event it's called Hazes honey hot tub express. Its a yearly event, if you play nice, I'll make sure your top of the list” he said poking my side to make me laugh. “ASK Y/N" he held me away from him so he could look at me. I moved behind him and started to rub his shoulders. He was tight and his breathing hitched as I worked on the knots. Our eyes met in the mirror.

“How many” I offered vs asked. “That doesn't count" he smiled loving my touch. “How many others” I said just above a whisper he bit his lip and didn't reply. “How many other woman Harrison” I asked sinking my body lower under the shield of bubbles. He did the same allowing me my space. He held my eyes as he answered securely “None that’s matter like you do. And never has a woman been on this yacht let alone my room or my tub if that's what your asking angel" he pulled me against his chest and we sat against the tub. “Tom and I forbidden it, you made us break our own rule y/n" he smiled against my shoulder kissing it sweetly. “You will in fact, break every single rule we had to protect ourselves from ever hurting our hearts again" he wrapped his long legs around me and started to wash my hair. I looked at him in the mirror as his eyes seemed to go to a far away place and he pinched his eyebrows together as he spoke “I was awkward growing up y/n. I wasn't the cool kid who had lots of friends and girls falling over them. I had Tom and his brothers, a few others but none I can name now. My body grew weird just like me” he laughed rinsing my long hair “I was a virgin until the summer of my graduating year, before my life went to shit" he said sliding under the water. He quickly lathered up his hair and I shaved my legs needing to hear everything he would tell me. I can't say why but with Harrison it mattered more than with Tom. Haz seemed vulnerable like me, perhaps it was part of my attachment to him. “I won't tell you Tom's story, it's his to tell. We handled our own grieving hell differently and however we seen fit I guess. I buried myself in becoming what I am today. I wasn't born to be what I am, sometimes I look in the mirror and the old me shivers at what looks back” he closed his eyes and disappeared under the water again. I sat on my knees to face him once he came up. “What exactly are you Harrison?” I said as he looked away and then back to me. His eyes were glacier cold, no warmth, no softness, no love...no Haz. “I'm a killer y/n" he looked up unable to watch my reaction as he told his story. “When my whole family was taken from me all I had were Tom and his brothers. I love them as if they are my brothers, but I couldn't help the loneliness I felt. I felt like I just followed where Tom led. Harry has always been a buddy to me but Sam can be cold at times. Needless to say, the moment we were presented with the truth of our fathers and a chance to revenge our family's deaths, Tom jumped pulling me right along, or I followed I can't remember anymore" he shook his head looking anywhere but at me. I pulled the plug and shut off the jets. I could tell he was growing anxious with nowhere to go. He looked at me with relief and I smiled knowingly. I stood up and he watched as I dried myself off. He grabbed my lotion out of my hands and ordered me to the bed. I dropped my towel and swayed my hips dramatically as I went in search of my clean clothes.

He dried off fast and was at my side quickly. “Here baby, where these” he said holding up soft batman pajama bottoms. I took them and laughed as he held up another pair “We can twin it, after I lotion you up" he said biting his lip. I slipped on my panties as he put on his batman pjs. “Is batman your favorite superhero?” I asked crawling to the middle of his xl king bed. His living quarters was built to fit him. It was almost a direct reflection of himself. Floor to ceiling was white marble with contrasts of royal and powder blues mixed with silver and dark gray furniture pulling it all into a crisp clean yet relaxing room. He had a beautiful view of the ocean through windows that practically went all the way around. There was a zero gravity chair that reminded me of a hammock. I made a mental note to test that out. He hit a switch that made the windows darken and the fireplace light up. I could hear the ocean fading as the window above the bed closed and turned into a mirror. “Wow, fancy" I said as he crawled to me planting a kiss on my bare tummy. “Wait until you feel the bed heat up” he said hovering over me. I blushed a little and smiled at the necklace he wore that I had gotten him, it tickled my skin ashe bent down and kissed my face with his soft lips. I twisted his wet hair in my fingers as he nibbled my ear then pulled away. “We've made you a naughty girl already” he smiled back as he ran cold lines of lotion down my naked chest, tummy and legs. “I have heaters in the mattress, I don’t like being cold” he smirked as my body responded to his touch. The lotion left my exposed skin cool and full of goosebumps as my back felt the warm bed under me. His long soft fingers massaged anywhere he touched. I was trying to be on my best behaviour, I knew there was so much more he wanted to tell me and I wanted to hear it all before he changed his mind. He rolled me over and made the same lines along my back, ass and legs. “Your so beautiful angel, inside and out” he kissed the small of my back and I pushed my body up on my hands and knees. FUCK ME! I needed to clear my head for him. I shot up from the bed “I need a drink, this bed is hot Haz!” he laughed as he rolled off the bed and walked to the mini bar. He pulled out two glasses with ice and offered me the choice of my ciroc or champagne. “Lets share” I said pointing at the ciroc. He poured and I slipped on one of his clean t-shirts and matching batman bottoms before moving to the couch closest to him. He still had a heavy look in his eyes and it was hurting me to see him like this, he tried to cover it with a smile “You look good in my clothes twin” he handed me my drink and stood against the bar crossing his legs swirling the clear liquor right before he downed it. Shit, I hope Ciroc was the right choice as I did the same. He refilled us and took a small sip..whew! “So tell me, what do you love about batman? I’m an Iron Man girl myself, or if a female superhero, Wonder Woman 100%” I said trying to not be obvious to wanting to talk about his troubles if he wasn’t willing.

“As a kid I’ve always loved him” he smiled before his eyes flashed to the glacier ice cold like they had in the tub, he downed the second glass and I did too, here we go, I thought to myself. Haz didn’t offer more as he started to pace the room. “As I was forced to become my own man so fast he became who, in my mind, I aspired to be like” he shook his head at the thought “Bruce Wayne is rich,charming and head smart in the daylight, at night he turns into a killer only hunting down the bad guys, hated by his own city he wants to protect just for trying to balance out the fucked up in Gotham, then he goes home to an empty house, sleeps and repeats. Story of my life!” He scooped out more ice and filled his glass. He paced back and forth the soft padding of his bare feet was the only noise before he continued. “I had to work extra hard to force myself into being a trained killer, it took me a lot longer than Tom. My heart wasn’t in it, or my head, I wanted to..believe me, FUCK, I was weak I suppose. I had to go through separate training than he did, once he surpassed me as usual, they seperated us to focus on our skill sets. I had to work out twice as hard, twice as much. To break me of my “warm heart” as they called it, they isolated me for weeks at a time in the coldest climates during my training. When I was allowed back around Tom they made sure I stayed in wet clothes as a reminder to not let myself feel or show my “warm emotions” I suffered the whole time we trained side by side, my weak self didn’t want to be without Tom, I also couldn’t let that show so I used it to fuel my brain to get through” his jaw tensed up and he took a long drink. On autopilot he filled us both back up. Wow, this was getting deep, perhaps liquor wasn’t the best for us. He let me take the bottle not even seeming to notice the movements. “I love Tom y/n, I’d give my last breath for him and not think twice. Don’t hate me for this, but if I don’t say what I’ve needed to for so long, I’ll never forgive myself” he said sweeping his eyes over mine and across my face waiting for the reassurance he needed “You can tell me anything Harrison, it won’t leave this room, I promise” he gave me a weak smile and started to pace again.

“Sometimes I felt like Toms fucking shadow. I’ve always been at his side, in his eyes I was his equal, but he don’t know the shit I used to get even growing up being his best friend. He was better at talking to people, he was popular with all the kids, he was better at sports and whatever else we did together. I never let it show because he always included me and made sure to push me so he could have me next to him. He meant it from his heart but others who noticed it let me catch hell for it y/n” he pulled his blonde hair hard as he let out a frustrated growl “I was having a hard time getting anyone to say yes to going to senior prom with me and as a way of helping, Tom convinced our parents to let us take dance lessons. As usual Tom had all the girls in the class flocking to him, even the one I had a secret crush on! I never even told Tom, I knew he would try to “help” me and no fucking way was that going to happen. The dance class ended up like most things did for me, I sat on the sideline and watched. I tried, but like I said before I have two left feet. I hid behind the scenes as the DJ and effects man. I helped make Tom look all the cooler to the my crush. My reward was her asking him to prom and he accepted. I spent that night drinking and hanging with his brothers. My brave ass little sister Charlotte who had a crush on Tom ended our night by kneeing him in the balls as he danced with the girl” he laughed pausing as he soaked in his emotions. It was clear he was drunk. “It was my sister who told Tom on our last holiday together the truth, little shit she was, even tougher than me now I bet...if she had been given the chance” he closed his eyes as one tear fell down his face. I stood up and he held his hand out to stop me. I stayed on the couch as my own tears fell. “The fucked up part of all this is that I’m the asshole in it, when Tom made me tell him the truth about taking my crush to prom and not telling him, he found a way that we both got our man cards that summer. And when Tom found out how they gave me special training through torture, he removed us from their clutches and started our own way to honor our family's.” I followed his teary eyes as they stared straight ahead, looking at himself through the now black windows that reflected like glass “He’s my best mate and brother, together we are the most lethal men on this earth, yet I’m afraid of who you might see when you look at me the way you do y/n. I’ve never crossed any lines without him except the ones we drew for you y/n” he shut his eyes tight “I knew from the moment we all met that things just shifted for us, it sounds so fucked up that him and I made a deal before you even knew how we felt about you y/n” he shook his head rethinking the memory “All my life, until we met you, I felt lesser than..” he choked out “Now with you, I see us all so happy, I don’t want to fuck this up for any of us” he started to crumble

I was already in front of him as he came crashing down. All those truths never spoken over so many years will drop us humans like that. I know from when I told them the truth of my darkest times of my life. I held him against me on the floor as he let go of his pain. When he was done I wiped his tears and looked into his eyes letting him know exactly who and what I seen was him. One could say it was the Ciroc talking but my heart knew it was beyond that as I spoke it outloud first “I love you Harrison, who you are is my Batman, saving this world from the pain we all felt too early in life, you can never fuck this up for anyone, I promise” his eyes went wide as he let the words float inside his buzzing head he looked at my lips in disbelief “Say it again, please y/n” he said preparing himself. He held my face and his breath “I love you Harrison James Osterfield” his lips crashed into mine hard and he took my breath away as he kissed me deep with unbridled need. He broke away and held me tight to his pounding heart “I love you y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n” he held me for a few minutes before standing up and pulling me to our feet. I walked to the bed as he got us glasses of ice water. He set them down on the nightstand and embraced me in his arms. “Thank you for just listening to me angel, I can’t tell you how much lighter I feel being able to tell someone all of that. I’ve never told a soul, just held onto it like an anchor” I turned into his arms and held tight to him, my head listened to his steady heart and it gave me relief “I really do love you Harrison, you're the first soul outside of my mom I’m able to say that to” he kissed my face soft “I love you just as much angel”

I slipped away from him and he watched me going through all my stuff looking for my phone and ipod. He shook his head laughing when I held them up with a victorious squeal. He held me close as I snapped our picture as twins. I hit record as we said our I love yous again. What can I say, I’m a moments girl at heart! He led me to his system and I selected my place list titled heart. “I’ve been meaning to ask you why your like the only person in the world left that has an ipod and why do you have so many playlist?” he chuckled as I gave him a playful dirty look “Haz

I’m a free spirit. My body is just the shell and my soul drives it through music. Music is my drug of choice. You’ll see as we learn more about each other, I’m my mother's daughter, I was a dancer even in her belly, it’s why she nicknamed me tiny dancer” I smiled as I walked slowly to him, he was going into deep thought mode “Don’t worry I’ll teach you to dance Haz, I’ve accepted it as my heavenly duty” he shook his head in disbelief as I stroked the skin along his spine “I already told you love, I’m a lost cause, I’ve got two..” I cut him off placing my finger against his soft lips “That's my job, I’d tell you if you were a lost cause, I already know your not” He held my gaze trying to believe I wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better. “Want me to prove it?” I asked soft not wanting to lose him to his past insecurities and wanting to give him strength to leave his demons behind, like him and Tom had for me. “You have rhythm Harrison and your not afraid to let loose” he rolled his eyes trying to not smile “Think about us in that bar our first night, you danced with me then. And lets not forget how perfectly you fit against me as we danced back at our hut, just before you gave me my first orgasm, and you might not have noticed but your dancing with me right now” his flesh felt warmer under my fingertips and he smiled big as he realized it was true. We were slowly swaying to the beat of “Bad Romance the live remix” by 30 Seconds to Mars. He quickly lifted his shirt off my body and kissed my neck sexy and slow still rocking his hips to the rhythm. I felt his cock grow as the Haz I knew came back. “I always wondered what you would like” he whispered kissing my lips smiling his bright sexy smile. I raised my eyebrows in question “My forever..and now I know” His words triggered the Haziness chemicals in my brain and I felt my core heat up, needing all of him.

* Smut...starts here..swim away...swim away*

He backed us up slow until the back of my knees hit the bed and he held onto me so I wouldn't fall away from his lips. He kissed and licked lower between my breast as “Alibi” by 30 Seconds to Mars played in the air. He took my panties and pjs off in one motion kissing my hip and coming back to my breasts. He traced them slow as he took them in with wide eyes. I remembered this was his first chance to touch me here due to his punishment for breaking rules, Harrison was a breast man for sure. He placed light wet kisses around one nipple as his skilled fingers caressed the other one. I was lost just watching him as he slowly cherished me in this moment. My heart was marked again as he looked in my eyes as if to ask my permission. “Make love to me Harrison, please” I said soft tracing his lips and biting my own. He made me gasp as he scraped his teeth along my neck and his necklace make my hot skin tingle. “1 +1 ” started to play by Beyonce and I closed my eyes as he took control of my body the way he wanted. His more than expert hands slid under me forcing my back to arch my breast right into his waiting and wanting mouth. I grabbed his hair as sucked hard on one and pinched the other enticing..new word.. Pain and soothing it as he rolled it between his soft fingers. I opened my eyes as he repeated the same hunger need on my other breast and nipple. I covered my eyes with one hand as I noticed the mirror above us and adjusted to me looking back at him from a different view. His back muscles flexed as he moved his body lower kissing my stomach, fuck he was sexy. I have to admit it was distracting but hot as sin.

Harrison ignited me and seemed to lick at the flames he brought about. I sat up on my elbows watching him as he caressed my skin with his tongue. His blue eyes reminded me of the hottest part of a fire as he scorched my soul, his eyes danced with mine. He slid off the bed and pulled me to the edge. I sat up looking down on him on his knees. He was leaning back looking at my body in fascination. I closed my eyes as he kissed each inner thigh making me spread my legs for his viewing pleasure. He ever so gently kissed above my sensitive nub and rested my feet on the edge of the bed frame making me more exposed to him. I gripped his hair as he blew his breath on my wet sex. “Fuck I want to taste you baby, is that okay?” he asked looking at me with hooded eyes. I moaned in response biting my lip and arching my back. I flashed hot as he inhaled my scent “Your smell so delicious angel” I closed my eyes in embarrassment but opened them just as quick as he claimed my sex with his mouth. He flattened his tongue along my silky slit and licked up to the top my clit. “Please..please don’t stop Harrison” I begged holding his hair tighter. He looked up at me and I couldn’t look at anything but the way his soft lips cupped my pussy and sucked on it forcefully yet tender. I rocked my hips to ride his beautiful mouth. I watched his face become wetter with my sex and it turned me on all the more “Harrison I’m so close” I cried out in pleasure. “I love the way you scream my name y/n” he moaned sliding in a finger right towards my G spot. I swear the room went black and I almost fell forward. He held my neck keeping my body straight as he fingered me at a steady pace. His thumb worked my nub in vigorous circles and he slid in another finger. “Fuck your so tight and so so wet baby” I struggled to keep my eyes open as I felt the wave coming fast. I tried to close my legs, I wasn’t ready to let go of this Haz high yet. “Please Harrison..Harrison..” my eyes rolled into my head as he fucked me with his fingers and his tongue making me come undone. “Yes y/n, feed me baby” he moaned as I rode his face faster. I watched as my sex soaked his face and fingers. He was a sexy sticky mess and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t even close to being done with me. “Your beautiful when you come like that” he said husky as he leaned against me and pressed his face to mine. I could smell my juices on him and I kissed him deep wanting to taste me in his mouth. It was intoxicating. I broke the kiss and moved my body back into the center of the bed waiting on my knees as I touched my breast for him. Harrison stood up from the floor and admired me some more. I would never grow tired of the way he adoringly looked at me. He made me feel both beautiful and sexy. I watched as he slid off his batman pjs and whimpered at his long smooth cock that sprang free.

“Your the beautiful one Hazzy” I said biting my lips. He took a deep breath and let it out shaky as I looked at him with my hungry eyes. FUCK, I’ve wanted this man since I first felt his skin against mine on that hot day as I held him in my hands, I felt my core heat with the memory. “Dress” by Taylor Swift swirled around us as I patted the bed in front of me and his face flushed red. I reached for him as he hesitated, unsure of what to do “My turn to taste you Harrison” I said in a persuasive tone. My eyes were fixated on his as he reached for me in return. He laid on his back and his cock stood at attention. He gripped it in both hands as if to hide it from me. “Harrison” I said looking at him in amusement with his eyes closed. “Hazzy” I said kissing his neck, trying to relax him and ease whatever he was feeling. He let go of himself and pulled me closer to his face “You don’t have to do this baby” he said sounding unsure of himself. “I know Haz, but I want to, just like I wanted to on that hot hot day on the jet ski” I watched him gulp down his fear as he remembered that day “I need all of you Harrison, every fucking drop” I said seductive moving my fingertips to his exposed cock and closed my eyes as I felt his drop of precum that beaded at the tip. I sucked my finger that held his creamy drop. He let out a throaty groan and watched me as I slowly kissed his chest and worked my way down his tan hard body with my wet sloppy kisses. His breathing became shallow and I kissed each hip and put my palm flat onto his sexy stomach sliding it under his erection and up towards my lips. He looked at me wide eyed ready to stop me, before he had time to react I circled his thick head with my wet warm tongue and took him as deep as I could before choking. “Fuckkkk..” he hissed as I adjusted my head and angled it to take more of him in. I used my thumb and finger to work his head applying pressure around the rim as i licked his shaft soaking him with my mouth. His hips thrusted upwards as I ran my nail over his sensitive sac and swirled the pool of saliva very carefully over his nerves that clung to his balls. I worked him from the base up with my other hand and squeezed his length tight as he rocked his hips up and down with my rhythm. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth was wide open as he held tight to control his release. I pressed my hand down hard on his lower abdomen muscles stopping his movements. “We have a long way to go Harrison, let me take you there” I said as he opened his eyes. He was worked up, I know he couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed my long hair out of his way so he could watch as I replaced my hands with my mouth. I kissed his head and ran my sexy tongue through his cum that secreted out. My eyes met his as I moaned at his sweet taste, they were dark with desire, his pupils were fully dilated only allowing a hint of sky blue. I opened my mouth wide and kept eye contact as I took his entire length to the very back of my throat. He gripped my hair and held me there for a fraction of a moment. He blew out a breath as I tasted more of him. My eyes burned and I felt them water as he withdrew himself slightly. I felt my sex twitch as he said pleaded so sexy. “Y/N I cant hold on like this” he panted I worked my head up and down faster keeping pressure on his tip with my thumb making sure he let me have control of his release. “y/n..y/n..” he whimpered as he started to rock his hips again. Haz was coming undone. I moved my hand and worked his cock feverishly as he gripped the sheets hard in his hands. I closed my eyes and opened my throat wider to let him explode in my mouth. “I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to cum in your mouth angel” he gripped my hair in his hands keeping my head still as he thrusted once more. He screamed my name making his voice crack as he erupted his hot cream inside my mouth. My eyes widen as I looked at him coming undone. He was a beautiful mess, his eyes looked from mine to his cock still pulsating in my mouth. He traced my neck with his finger seeming just amazed as I felt. He gasped as I increased the pressure on him with my tongue, squeezing out the last drops as I slowly removed him. He shivered involuntary as I sat back admiring my work. He was glistening with sweat and covered his eyes with his arm as he caught his breath. I closed my legs feeling my sex pooling at my opening. I was a hot mess too.

I drank water to cool me down. I wanted to keep going, I needed more, it was never enough. Perhaps they had turned me into a naughty girl,I laughed to myself. What's funny he asked taking the glass from my hands and downing the rest. I shook my head as he rubbed the cold glass against my nipples. The drops of precipitation ran down my stomach and he watched raising his eyebrow as he noticed my glistening sex. “Lay back all the way y/n” he commanded. I did as told and he kissed me greedily his cold tongue mixed with my hot one made me tingle. ��I want you inside me Haz” i said as licked down to my erect nipples. “You will baby, very soon, but first I want to take care of this” he said pinching my swollen nub and making me squirm from under him. He held my hips keeping me in one spot as he set the cold glass on my belly button. I sucked in a deep breath at the shock of the feel being too cold for my hot hot skin. “Too cold” I yelped reaching to move the glass. He hovered over my body pinning both my arms over my head. “Haz please” I whined as it started to numb my flesh “Let's make a deal angel, the faster you cum in my mouth again, the faster you can have me inside you” he bit his lip as he rubbed his hard cock against my wet sex. SHIT. I hadn’t know he was that close and hard again. I arched my back to get more of a feel of him. The glass nearly fell over and he stopped it. He took out a ice cube and rolled it around each nipple making me shiver. “What are you doing Haz?” I asked confused going into sensory overload. “I’m enjoying you angel, now tell me we have a deal” he said sucking my pebbled freezing nipple into the heat of his mouth. “Oh, wow” I said loving the contrast. “We have a deal” I agreed as he took out another ice cube and trailed in down my stomach “the only rule is that you can’t knock this glass over or I won’t let you cum, okay baby?” he asked as my body reacted to the melting ice on my burning flesh. I whimpered in agreement just needing him to touch me in any way. He placed the ice in his mouth and gilded it across the skin of my inner thighs. I learned quick that if I moved even to watch him or grab his hair the glass would threaten to fall over. FUCK, this would be harder than I thought! I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, wondering how the hell this would play out. He dipped his finger in the glass making it cold before slipping it inside me without warning. “Harrison” I cried out restricted in movement as he made quick work of my pool of warmness. “Yes baby, be my good girl” he encouraged as he rubbed his nose over my throbbing nub. I panted as he slipped in another finger and angled his wrist tapping my g-spot. “This isn’t fair” I cried out as he pressed against my pelvic bone creating a pressure that I’ve never felt before. My body was demanding me to ride his fingers but he had forbidden me to and restrained my movements. I was going crazy trying to just let him do all the pleasuring. “Harrison I can’t I can’t” I groaned out feeling tortured “you can y/n, you can,I can feel you already gripping my fingers” he encouraged kissing my thigh. I heard the clink of ice as my beating heart roared in my ears. My eyes shot open when I felt him rub the ice around my sensitive clit. “Holy FUCK, Haz please please” I begged asking for help. I had blocked out the mirror until now and watched helplessly as his arm muscles flexed with each thrust his fingers gave me. I opened my legs wider to get a view of more as he slipped the ice inside me cooling my sex just as I was ready to explode “No no no!” I cried at the way it caused my wave to recede instead of crash down. “Don’t worry y/n, your Hazzy has you covered” he said before assaulting my clit with his hot mouth. He sucked my nub hard into his mouth and flicked his tongue over and around it as he removed his fingers as my wave rolled in too fast. I gave zero fucks as I grabbed his hair knocking the glass over and down my hot sex and his face. He moaned as I sat up and grinded my core against his lips and face hard. I came with such a force that it ran down my ass and soaked him and the bed. He lifted my body more on him letting me fuck his beautiful face however I wanted. He rubbed my silk against my ass and lightly pressed just the tip of his finger inside while his thumb and tongue filled my kitty. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came again back to back. I was screaming his name and I didn’t care if the rest of the world could hear me, I felt like I was never going to stop.

He didn’t give me a moment to even catch my breath before he removed his face from my legs and kissed me with uncontrollable hunger. We both gasped for air as he drowned me in my own juices. I wrapped my legs around Hazes back and reached for his long cock. No way was he stopping us now. I rubbed him against my opening soaking him before I wrapped my arms around his back. He kissed me deep as I pulled him down on me and arched my back so he was at my entrance. He circled his thick head through the ocean he created himself. He slid in slow and I scratched his back moaning into his mouth as I stretched to fit him. He broke away and buried his face in my neck. “Y/N I want to go slow, but I’m not going to last” his apology softly laced with unraveling control. He let out a harsh breath as he carefully sank deeper and slowly pulled back, pumping himself just once, hitting my wall and pushing against it until he was all the way inside me. My walls gripped him as did my nails into his arms. He whipped his face towards me looking panicked as if he remembered this was still painful for me. His whole body and mood changed in a heartbeat and I held him to me before he broke us apart. “It’s okay Haz, just stay like this for a moment” I said wrapping my legs tight around his ass so he wouldn’t pull out. “Angel, I’m sorry, I got carried away” he said sounding panicked and worried. “Harrison please...please baby, it’s okay, just let me adjust okay?” I asked kissing his shoulders. His blue eyes watched me with concern as I moved my ass upwards taking some pressure off my core he was buried against. I let out a sharp breath as I rolled my hips in circles forcing my body to adjust to his length. The more I did the more my sex opened for Haz. He stayed still probably afraid to hurt me if he moved. I moved one hand to his blonde hair guiding it to my breast and my other hand coaxed him to pump slow as I gripped his side. “Make love to me Harrison, I want you” I encouraged as he looked at my face. He kissed me full of passion as he circled his cock around and pushed in and out slowly. I could hear the noises from my wetness as he slipped in and out. I looked up in the mirror and watched his back muscles work as he kissed my breast and slid his arms under my shoulders. His ass was rock hard as he tested his new fit softly pumping in and out. I closed my eyes as I nearly came watching him making me feel so fucking good. He must have felt me hold back because he moaned at the same time. “Deeper Haz, deeper” I cried out as he bit my neck. “I’m going to cum inside you if I do that, I’m too close” he warned looking in my eyes. I bit my lip as he thrusted a little harder. He circled my nub pumping his full length into me, fuck it hurt so good “Yes Haz yes” I screamed as he brought me to climax again. He lost control as he buried himself inside me and moaned my name. He held me still as we both felt him pulsate inside me. He stayed there in my arms until we started to drift off into sleep. He groaned as I slid him over grabbing the edge of the sheet, he wined in protest until he understood what I was doing. I kissed his forehead and raised the temperature of his bed warmer and turned off the lights with one remote. He smiled against my back as he pulled me into his body. “I love you so much y/n” he whispered tangling his long legs with mine I kissed his hand and placed it back on my waist “I love you too Harrison”

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To all us Tom and Haz lovers, the struggle is strong! In bed with one and wanting the other is torture! I’m going to need some guidance on how to get us all together lol..I have a few ideals, but happy reading until next time!

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boluwatifs · 7 years ago

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Hair as homecoming: how becoming my own hairdresser helped me build a rhythm of self care and mental health

I am multitasking as I write this.

I have Solange’s ‘Don’t touch my hair’ playing on full volume as I use one half of my brain to type and the other half to re-twist my locs – perhaps for the last time. I am contemplating shaving my head for the first time in my life, the only reason being that I feel like it.

I remember there being a period of time when the thought of having no hair on my head would have terrified me. I was attached to my hair because of its external value. Hair was about beauty, it was about comfort in conformity. Now though, when I look back on the somewhat sentimental journey that my hair has taken me on, I realise that it became so much more than it first was. It became about self-care. Doing my hair became a restorative, therapeutic exercise – it grew in length and it grew in meaning.

I think I am finally starting to get the gist of what Solange means when she sings poetry about hair. ‘It’s the feelings I wear’ ‘It’s the rhythm I know’. As ridiculous and ‘fake-deep’ as it might sound, she is right. In the past few years of my life, my hair has been one of the ways I have been able to give rhythm to self-care and mental health.

There was a time in my life where hair had nothing to do with self-care. In childhood, the only function my hair had (that I knew of) was to be pretty. The only reason I got it done and re-done every three to six weeks was to be prettier. It seemed almost inevitable that I would inherit the thick, black, fast-growing hair that runs through my mother’s side of the family. From about age 5, it was chemically straightened and almost always tied down in tight cornrows with colourful plastic beads attached to the ends. Hair was competition. It was never a formal contest, but to me, each glance at another girl’s hair was a challenge – like what boys did with Pokémon cards or Beyblades. Whose is the best? Whose is the longest? Having long relaxed hair seemed, at that time, to be the epitome of prettiness. The longer the hair, the prettier the girl, the more jealous of her other girls would be. Girls with shorter hair seemed to move around with explanations taped to their tongues; ‘my hair used to be down to here but then my mum cut it’, they knew that the ability to grow long hair was the standard of beauty.

Hair was superficial – I didn’t think about it deeply enough for it to have anything to do with self-care. It was something that was done to me and decided for me. As a girl child growing up in Nigeria, in a middle-class family, having your hair done was a requirement rather than a luxury. Loose hair meant untidy hair and untidy hair was criminal. At the primary school I went to, among polished black shoes and crisply ironed uniform, it was a requirement for girls, at all times and under all circumstances, to have their hair plaited into cornrows or Calabar braids. The only freedom I had was choosing between intricately named styles; all-back or patewo, suuku or two-step. Oftentimes on special occasions like graduations or prize-giving ceremonies the school would put out a formal request for all the girls to synchronise their hairstyles. My hair wasn’t mine, it was uniform.

When I was old enough to get my first set of hair extensions, I did. I remember my grandma taking me to get my first ‘pack and gel’ – a slicked down ponytail with a synthetic hair piece attached tightly to it with a needle and thread. I was about eight-years-old, and this particular ‘pack and gel’ hung all the way down past my back. With this hair I was Beyoncé and Rihanna combined – I would walk around my grandma’s house flicking my head side to side making sure that my ponytail swung as I walked and that everyone saw it. Hair styling was just as much a punishment as it was a reward. Combs were torture instruments and hairdressers might as well have been executioners. The sight of little girls writhing and blubbering under the hands of unperturbed hairdressers would look like an act of abuse to anyone unfamiliar with the rituals of black hairdressing. As part of this ritual the hairdresser would cock my neck back and forth, I would cry loudly, my mum would threaten to shave my hair off if I continued, at which I would immediately pack it in – new episode every three to six weeks.

Looking back, I am aware that there was also a time in my life when feelings I was having towards my hair were damaging to my self-esteem – paying too much attention to my hair became the opposite of self-care. This this time came in my mid-teens when, amongst a plethora of physical anxieties that had begun to take shape, my hair became a problem. After years and years of my hair being a thing that was done to me rather than a thing I was in control of, the baton was suddenly passed to me. I was clueless. This period started off gleefully, I browsed through the endless styles of braids and weaves on the internet. I had graduated from all-back and patewo to jumbo braids (with blonde highlights of course) and Marley twists down to the middle of my back. I no longer cried at the hair dresser’s, instead I would sit patiently, clenching my jaw for all six hours it would take for her to transform me. There was a thrill that came with being able to re-invent myself every six weeks. One day shoulder length braided bob, the next day purple bum-length Senegalese twists that made me look three years older.

It looked good on the outside, but soon my hair was dry, brittle and breaking in places that made me feel ugly. I had no idea what to do or how to take care of it when it wasn’t wrapped in synthetic hair, so I watched it fall apart. Putting my hair in braids became a way of running away from it. Thinking about it made me sad. Every hair appointment, the hairdresser met me with raised eyebrows and a question mark; ‘what happened to your hair?’ ‘but it used to be so long?’. Paying too much attention to my hair became an exercise in self-loathing. I added it to the list of body parts that I tried hard not to think about. I got weaves to cover up the broken sections – the more I did this, the more it broke. I covered it up well enough for no-one to notice. I went from one set of braids to the next in a matter of hours, never letting my natural hair see any light except whatever came from the fluorescent bulbs of the hairdresser’s shop.

I finally decided to break this damaging cycle by starting from scratch. It was weird how hard it was to part with hair that I had never cut even when every strand was damaged to the core by heat and chemicals. I had to ignore all the bones in my body left over from childhood that were telling me that long hair was essential to beauty. I vowed never to let my hair see a chemical again and after a couple of months I cut it off. This was perhaps the first time a decision about my hair was more than superficial. Though I didn’t know it then, this was me drawing the first few inches of a line that directly connected hair to mental self-care. It was a hard but necessary step. All the excuses I had previously given for hanging on to dead weight on my head instead of going natural consisted of complaints that it was time consuming. When I cut my hair off, natural hair became exactly that; time consuming. And so it turned into a ritual. It forced me to consume time with myself. I watched youtube videos religiously. I re-twisted my hair for a morning twist out every single night (yes, I was crazy and enthusiastic). Amidst the hurricane of almost failing A-Levels, worrying about if universities would accept me, having fewer and fewer people to talk to everyday, and my health taking a left turn, doing my hair gave me a centre. It was the red light at which I stopped to think about myself – and to forget about myself if I wanted to.

Doing my hair became meditation. I would sit cross-legged in my bedroom, under a warm light, in front of a floor-length mirror for an hour most nights. It became a necessary silence. Sometimes it was an opportunity for reflection, other times it was the time that allowed me to become an empty space – focusing only on the texture of my hair under the coconut oil as I twisted. It might have been vanity, but maybe vanity is beautiful when you have been taught to be angry with yourself. Doing my hair became much more than just about my hair being healthy or looking good, it was an icecap I could float on when everything around me felt like it was melting.

I experimented with low tension styles that I could easily learn and do myself; crochet braids, mini-twists, yarn braids. Hair went from being a thing that was just on my head to being a thing that was a part of my life. It was so much different from waiting impatiently under a hairdresser’s hands, paying in money and pain for a new version of myself – it was a calm self-customisation, it didn’t hurt because it taught me how to be easy with myself. It allowed me to build a much-needed trust in myself. I followed instructions on how to braid or twist or give myself an undercut from youtube videos, never being entirely sure what I was doing or how I would look on the other side but the freedom and power over myself was in my hands. Doing my hair myself taught me to be okay with myself. There was no-one to push the blame for terrible styling on, so it forced me to be okay with whoever I was and however I looked.

Spending so much time with my hair has also made it easier for me to take the decision to let go of it if ever I want. It is no longer the symbol of a beauty standard I am trying to meet, neither is it a burden. My hair has been knotted down into eighty locs for about a year now, for no other reason than the fact that it seemed to fit nicely with where I have been at in life for the past year. It is low maintenance and I still get that moment of stillness every few weeks where I get to breathe through my hair.

I am still not quite sure where the sudden desire to shave my head has come from. I have put my hands in my hair enough times and done enough to it to know that sometimes how it makes you feel is more important than how it looks. It seems that the period in my life that I am currently entering calls for drastic boldness and a search for freedom, maybe that is where this desire has come from. My hair has always found unintentional ways of being a practical reflection of who or what I am on the inside – it changes when I change, it is somehow the only fluctuating constant. Caring for it has become caring for myself.

It is two minutes past midnight now. I still haven’t finished re-twisting my hair and the pre-hook to ‘Don’t touch my hair’ is playing again because I have had it on repeat. Solange is singing in her soft-mellow voice. ‘They don’t understand what it means to me, where we chose to go, where we’ve been to know’.

What a perfect way to poeticise a hair journey.

#hair #natural hair #hair journey #natural hair journey #locs #loc journey #natural #self care #mental health #dont touch my hair #solange

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minjugato · 7 years ago

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What Do You Want? (YoonaxFemale Reader)

Girls’ Generation YoonaxFemale Reader. Angst. Smut

Anonymous: Can you please do a YoonaXfemale reader scenario where you were hurt by yoona in the past and you try to get back at her? Angst with a little bit of smut please.

Note: This is my second scenario YAAAY! thank you so much for reading this. Anon wanted a little bit of smut and I think I might’ve overdone it a bit.

Word Count: 2,651 words

Warning 18+ content

You were sitting right beside Yoona in a circle along with your friends in their living room.

“Honey” she playfully said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Honey?” you asked with a puzzled look. Its been about a year since Yoona broke up with you. It wasn’t a clean breakup. She had a hard time committing to the relationship because she doesn’t like the feeling of the restriction it comes with. It meant that she could only date ONE person at a time. The relationship was suffocating her, especially with your clingy personality. In fact it was the second or third time you’d seen her since the breakup.

“Boo” she replied back with her infamous aegyo as she slightly pushes you on the shoulder. She had always been a flirt. Yoona knows that its hard to resist her charms especially with her good looks.

“Yes, bae?” you flirtatiously responded. You played along with her antics rather than ignore it because everyone was having fun and you didn’t want to be that person who ‘killed the vibe’ as your friends would call it.

“Wait, are you two back together” Yuri asked. You profusely shook your head side to side.

“What’s going on then?” Taeyeon turned her body towards you two.

“Nothing. I just wanted to greet an old friend of mine” Yoona said with a sly look on her face.

Your friends decided to play a modified version of ‘Would-You-Rather’ which involved alcohol. How it works is that you pick a card and ask a would-you-rather question. You first give your answer, then everybody else in the room picks their own answer. If the majority of the people in the room opposes your answer then you take a shot. You don’t like the game because of the bias opinions it involved. But the others love the game for a couple of reason. One: it involved alcohol and two: despite the hangover everyone had fun.

“Anyway. Taeyeon” Sunny tried to get everybody’s attention back to the game.

“Would you rather get a rash from a poor bikini wax job or have an entire eyebrow accidentally waxed off?”

“Well” Taeyeon paused as she thinks through the question.

“Taeyeon just get your entire eyebrow accidentally waxed off because you have none to begin with. It’s a win-win situation” Sooyoung joked which had the whole room laughing their ass off.

“Think about it you have nothing to lose” Hyoyeon teased.

Taeyeon was a good sport and couldn’t help but laugh along because there’s some truth to it. She has to draw in her eyebrows every day and without them it would look like her eyes are floating.

“You’re right, I would rather have my entire eyebrows waxed off” There was no need to take a vote as everyone agreed to it.

“Okay my turn!” Tiffany excitedly exclaimed.

“Oh! this one’s good” Taeyeon commented as she picked a card up from the deck.

“Would you rather go through a whole day with a very visible panty line or with lipstick stain on your teeth?” Taeyeon wiggled her brows with a smirk on her face as she finished asking the question.

“I would rather have lipstick on my teeth throughout the whole day” Tiffany playfully slapped taeyeon on the shoulder.

“Boo! That’s not what we want to hear. I guess you’ll have to take the shot” Taeyeon said as she grabbed the shot glass filled with peach flavoured Ciroc and handing it to tiffany.

“Wait ‘til everybody votes before you give me the shot” Tiffany glared at Taeyeon as she put the shot glass back in the middle of the circle.

“To the people who want to see Tiffany with lipstick on her teeth put your hand up” Taeyeon asked the whole room. Yoona, Sunny and Seohyun raised their hand up.

“It would be pretty funny. Tiffany’s the type to make sure her makeup is always on fleek” Yoona giggled.

“Now the ones who want to see Tiffany with a very visible panty line throughout the whole day. Raise your hand up” Taeyeon already had her hand up in the air way before she finished her sentence. Yuri, Sooyoung, Hyoyeon and you raised your hands up.

“Well I think it’d be hot if you were to go through a whole day with a visible panty line” you commented while trying to imagine her with it.

Everyone was quiet after you made the comment aware that you had a mental image of Tiffany with a visible panty line.

“Perv” Tiffany blurted out and everyone laughed.

“Well that’s 3 against 4. We all know that more than half of the people in this room are such pervs for you” Taeyeon commented while glaring at you. You shrugged your shoulders and gave her the you-asked-for-it look. Everyone started singing ‘Shots’ by LMFAO which filled the room with a bunch of fist pumping in the air and little dance.

“SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS! EVERYBODY!”

Tiffany took the shot then made a face. “I definitely am sticking to girly drinks”

“You’re next!” Tiffany pointed at you as she sets the used shot glass on the floor and grabbed another card from the pile.

“Would you rather be in a relationship with a totally submissive partner or a totally dominant partner?” Tiffany read the card out.

You didn’t reply right away because you wanted to really think about it. “You’re the type to be dominant” Yoona said with a dissatisfied look and pout on her face. As soon as you heard Yoona’s comment you faced her and took your index finger right up to her lips with a seduction look written all on your face.

“Shh” you hushed her while everybody laughed at your unexpected action.

“Yeah, you’re the dominant type!” Tiffany agreed.

“Alright. Alright. I do like being in control. There I said it” you answered in defeat.

“Oh but I know you like it” you teased Yoona. She turned red although she doesn’t usually get shy at little comments like that.

Almost half of them agreed to your answer which meant you didn’t have to take the shot. A pink phone started ringing in the midst of the game. Tiffany picked up and told everyone to pause the game as she had to take the phone call.

“Well I’m hungry” Sooyoung stood up from her spot and started making her way to the kitchen.

“Me too!” Yoona also stood up. They weren’t called hungry hungry hippos for no reason. She had asked you if you wanted anything but you told her that you were good. She followed right behind Sooyoung, Hyoyeon and Yuri.

“So do you plan on getting it tonight?” Taeyeon had asked you as she sat beside you.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous because its been awhile since I have done IT with her”

“What?!” Taeyeon replied with a surprise tone.

“How can you be nervous? Do you atleast remember what she likes?” Taeyeon continued.

“No. I barely remember anything. We barely did it”

“Are you two really plotting on getting laid tonight?” Sunny said in disbelief.

You failed to notice that Sunny was there the whole time.

“No” Taeyeon replied. “Just this person right here” she said pointing at you. But Sunny was so done with both of you that she had to walk out. You two had waited til she was completely gone to avoid getting judged.

“Just ask her what she wants” Taeyeon suggested.

“That’d be so awkward and I’d seem seem like a noob”

“Do it the way I do it. I sweet talk first with a little bit of skinship here and there. Playfully kiss her on the neck then…BAM! I’m in her pants” Taeyeon gave her two cents.

“Ah! I remember now. She barely moaned which was frustrating!”

“Maybe you’re not doing a good job” Taeyeon said.

“Oh heck nah!” you exclaimed out loud. Loud enough for everyone in the house to direct their attention our way. Both of you awkwardly smiled and got right back into your conversation.

“What are you up to?” Yuri questioned with a smirk on her face.

“Well she needs to get back in the game. The game of you know what” Taeyeon winked at Yuri.

“With who?” Yuri curiously asked as she wanted to share her own way of getting the you-know-what.

“Yoona” Taeyeon replied.

“I’ve got an idea” Yuri said while an imaginary light bulb lit on top of her head.

Everyone was now asleep and tired from the party. Tiffany and Taeyeon slept in their room. Sunny and Sooyoung took the guest room because they were too drunk. Everyone else went home.

You and Yoona had just gotten back from a convenience store to fulfill her hunger. Your little sleeping area in the living room had been set up by your kind friends. You both slipped in a king size sleeping bag and just sat down to talk for a little bit. Yoona was talking about how her day went but you on the other hand was breaking into cold sweats unsure of how to complete mission impossible. “Hey!” Yoona said as she snapped her fingers in front of you face to get your attention. “You haven’t been listening to anything I’ve been saying” Yoona said with a pout on her face. It put a smile on your face. Nobody can beat Yoona the aegyo queen.

“Sorry I got caught up in my thoughts” you said with aegyo before you kissed the pout away.

“What’s more important than me, huh?” Yoona was still a little bit upset. This perfect looking human being was facing you and you couldn’t help but spurt out the truth.

“Us” you said as you reached out for Yoona’s hands but she froze then diverted her gaze.

“Tell me… what are we?” It was a question that had been playing in your head on repeat ever since she had started flirting with you again. After we you dated, you both went on and dated other people. But only today did you notice the spark once again.

You gently turned her head towards you, then stared at her beautiful deer like eyes. You slowly inched closer to her face and you both closed your eyes as you passionately started kissing each other. Your hands grabbed her waist and directed them onto your lap. She was now straddling you but your lips never pulled away.

Memories flashed back. Painful memories which caused you to pull away from your kiss. Memory of the time you had found out that she was cheating on you. It was a painful memory that slowly converted into anger. Anger because of the past and Anger because she still hadn’t replied to your question.

“Strip” you huskily whispered into Yoona’s ear. You didn’t have to tell her twice; Yoona removed all her clothing while she was still straddled on your lap. You brought Yoona’s body closer to yours and began kissing her neck; nipping and sucking as your love marks turned to a shade of red. She moved her head back to give you more access to her neck but you stopped.

She looked at you confused but started kissing you on the lips once again but this time she had brought in her tongue. You were surprised because last time you made love you were two innocent teenagers who knew nothing. Yoona definitely proved to you that she was no longer the innocent Yoona you dated. She was now a woman with experience. A woman with so much to offer.

You also wanted to prove to her your gained skills from experiences. You lifted her up and laid her down on the floor; covered yourselves inside the sleeping bag. You were now on top of her and took this chance to stare at her passionately.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked her but once again all Yoona had given you was a confused expression.

“Tell me what do you want?” you asked again but this time you reached down to her folds and teased her. You had fun with Yoona’s breast, sucking at it and licking the nipple slowly. Yoona’s one hand gripped onto your back, her nails dug onto your skin leaving a mark. A mark stating her territory. The pain hit you and you stopped what you were doing. “I want you” Yoona said almost in a moan, staring at you. With that statement you grazed her clit teasing her even more and started licking her wet nipples in a circular motion again. Yoona was growing impatient, her body and her mind wanted you to give it to her already.

“Just do it already!”

You did what she requested because it turned you on so much to see her beg; you were in total control. You excitedly inserted your finger in Yoona. She was so wet and warm. You pumped in and out repeatedly. Yoona moaned as you added in one more finger in her slowly.

“Fuck” she yelped out as your pace started to quicken. Yoona enjoyed it so much that she wanted more. She also couldn’t help herself from swearing. It was so unlike her to swear. This time she arched her back, her eyes closed and she was now breathing heavy. She was letting out small moans because she didn’t want the others to find out. When you felt the walls start to tighten, you pulled out from her. You didn’t want it to end quickly.

But Yoona was not happy, she aggressively grabbed your head forcing it down to her core. It was a sign of wanting you to eat her. Despite your wish to be the dominant one, you had obliged this time. You were slowly sucking her and flicking your tongue. She was already dripping so wet.

You had licked her juice and got your tongue in and out of her. She was once again moaning and her back arched with pleasure. You kept your hand busy with her breast, playing with it. She was on the verge of coming again. So you had to stop. You didn’t like the fact that she would get off so fast when you just started. You moved up and kissed her. You were making her taste her own juice. She started licking your lips and biting them.

“Why?” you said from each breath you took.

“Why are you doing this now?” you had to ask as emotions started to build up within you.

“I don’t know” was all you got from her. The anger you had felt earlier came back. You immediately inserted your finger in her again. This time not caring about being gentle. Just doing everything for your own pleasure. She started moaning but this time you tried stopping it with your kiss as you continued pumping.

Pumped harder and harder until she moaned inside your mouth. The pressure in Yoona’s stomach was starting to build up and her legs started shaking. The thought of her coming soon made you pump faster and harder. You had felt the friction between your skin and your sweat drip down.

Finally she had spilled everything. You pulled away from her and laid down beside her. You didn’t want to face Yoona because you were scared she was going to abandon you again. But Yoona rested her head on your chest and hugged you.

“That was really good. But I’m still upset that you couldn’t listen to me talk about my day but you don’t seem to have a problem listening to me moan” she laughed. You weren’t in the mood to laugh along with her so you pretended to have dozed off. It wasn’t fair that she was making you go through these emotions and feelings all in one day. You knew that this isn’t serious. She was never serious.

#girl group reactions #girl group scenarios #girls generation #snsd #yoona #twice #blackpink #red velvet

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therumpus · 7 years ago

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I. This doesn’t begin with the fire, but it’s as good a bookend as any— just one tableau of many featuring the usual cast of accusatory fingers and the figures in their line of ire. Those whom rules have favored and those who know what it is to suffer. We’d never been to that space, never met the artists and attendees who perished in a building like the wooden belly of a ship, but we know places like it, have danced and sung among fairy lights, handmade lofts, puppets built by da Vinci’s latest incarnation as a trans girl. Those people shouting shame over building codes have likely been the comfortable kind exercising freedom not to be spat on, threatened, killed for being observably at odds with the bodies they were given. Yes, I said those people, and I meant the enfranchised yapping like lapdogs from narrow confines, not the beings residing in rinky-dink bedrooms/garages that double as performance spaces for bands nowhere else will book. I’m a straight-seeming cis white girl learning to catalogue my privileges and extending them to others when I can and still I have been on the shitty side of a rental inquiry. I know how it feels to be, on paper, worth absolutely nothing and how easy to feel that way off of paper, too. II. I don’t get told to kill myself, but I know many in the LGBT community hear this regularly. Sometimes the command is convincing enough. Anger is a mirror and I don’t believe the otherwise-at-ease offended by some people’s existence are looking in it. I try to imagine having love and sympathy even for livid Jesus-freak gazillionaires stripping rights from everyone who can’t pay their way out of a bind and I can’t do it, can actually see my own humanity’s limits. Would that they too would try this exercise, or another: admit faults! Hard to trust anyone who has no sense of humor. A gentle soul who says she talks to angels has become someone I don’t recognize, taking to Facebook to slut-shame Beyoncé, tongue-lashing Obama for his immigrant sympathies, typing in vitriolic caps about all of the WHINERS who can’t accept Trump as a gift from the Lord. If he is a gift, it is a flaming column of shit wrapped in dubiously human skin, in my very un-angelic opinion. What’s absurd about the man is the obviousness of his insecurities— he doth protest too much—the kind of complex that might inspire sympathy were he not responsible for the lives and deaths of everyone within these borders and many beyond. An awareness of my faults makes me hesitant, makes me reach for the scaffolding of facts while his make him bombastic, loose-cannon, a smug, dumb charlatan, the emperor everyone knows is nude. The angel lady insists not all of God’s chosen ones were perfect. I’m a heathen by choice, prefer to direct my energies to stones, intentions, the wheel of the year. I like my lore more figurative. Still, something tells me God’s chosen weren’t hate-mongering gropers (or worse). Just a hunch. A woman’s intuition. Since childhood I have tried not to know anyone well enough to dislike them, or give them license to antagonize, but Facebook is the license now. We are all animals. At work I held and scanned sweat-stained armbands from the Holocaust, touching fabric that touched people condemned to death or to put them there: red and green triangles, Stars of David, angular S’s and skulls. This is not a metaphor. The rabbi-turned-collector I work for, who deals in Judaica, tells me something I’ve never known: shows me the band that says Jüdische Polizei, for Jews the Nazis forced to police their own people, a level of fucked-up I’d never read. Each day new 1930s and 40s equivalences grow more disturbing, like how fucking stupid and heartless are we, and what kills me is that it’s the red-blooded self-professed patriots only too happy to repeat history, likely the same people who look back at any clash and think they would have been hero underdogs, which is what all Americans fancy ourselves, right? My husband’s aunt is a troll. This is a metaphor. Says he doesn’t watch real news, directs him to YouTube conspiracy videos. These are our times: rhetoric trumps reason, is wielded like a weapon against “ignorance” by those who vilify book-learnin’. I know only too well that I don’t know everything, which makes me not want to claim expertise on anything, which is of course what I want from everyone else, the same control in different clothes. I know how to escape a dinner party mostly unscathed, how to be a worker about whom no one has license to complain, but I don’t know how to be a soul or what true goodness is. Sometimes when I am in a mood, it seems easiest to leave the earth plane altogether, let everyone else deal with this ever-intensifying mess because who am I to do it? I, riddled with faults! I, not very kind! When my serotonin levels are not set to self-destruct, I wonder how often Donald Trump thinks about offing himself and figure the answer is never. III. For the first time in three years, my husband and I were home in the U.S. for the fourth of July. We’d spent twelve months in a nation where kings own newspapers and teachers sign waivers saying they’ll never speak ill of their school, the king, or the country. Portraits of royals hang in every business and home. I watched from afar as my homeland grew foreign to me, an unfunny joke I didn’t bother to defend. At least U.S. journalism is real, I’d thought, an antidote to automatic support for all-powerful leaders. Sad! In Bhutan, foreign workers need government permission to leave town for the weekend, afternoon, even an hour. This is granted by the immigration office, assuming all goes well with a letter from one’s employer, the whims of government workers, and sometimes a whiskey bribe. We presented our papers at checkpoints and kept trips to a minimum, inconvenienced and suspect because foreign. For us, there was an endpoint to this suspicion. In our own country again, we sang “proud to be an American” with gusto, gallows humor. I didn’t yet think such a system could happen here, didn’t know that six months later I’d be shouting at the airport with hijabis and Jews holding signs saying “We’ve seen this before.” I can’t command and articulate encyclopedic knowledge on the history of anger in and toward and from the Middle East and everywhere else, which is what I feel I need every time anyone starts in against Islam, but it’s not like facts are doing too hot these days so what does it matter, why am I still trying to fight fair against people who make up the rules as they go, who pride themselves on never reading books, whose tones of voice call to mind a fat cartoon man tugging his suspenders with jazz hands, chewing one end of a cigar? Floating over my shoulders I’ve got on one side a stenographer and on the other a housecat, both judgey and withholding, not the spirits to summon in an argument against oversimplification, the casting of all of a kind of person as their worst representative—which is what U.S. Americans can anticipate now that the rest of the world sees us for what we’ve always denied that we are: buffoons, ill-meaning and otherwise. I don’t know what to do with myself so I am calling representatives, studying Spanish, reading the Quran before the Bible, wishing my boss Shabbat Shalom, trying out Insha’Allah, everything graceless as crayon art magneted to the fridge, but an alternative to withering. At the women’s march, where I didn’t march so much as shift my weight from side to side for hours, so crowded, all I did was look and listen to people who’ve done this before, their history of anger a resistance pre-dating my existence. I imagine the fire victims who might have marched with us against all manner of finger-pointing, their pockets perhaps like mine lined with stones: malachite for a resilient heart, sodalite for courage to speak truth, tiger’s eye for personal power. Among the signs about witches and coat hangers: Black lives matter. Can’t believe that statement is ever a provocation, but then what I cannot believe is redefined every time I read the news now. Home after the protest there’s a Facebook statement from the angel whisperer: “Congratulations, ladies. You just marched for terrorism.” A flame of anger. Then a video clip: someone just punched a Nazi in the face. 2017 battle cry as .gif. “We’ve seen this before” manifest as a fist. For a moment, that was all the clarity I needed.

RUMPUS ORIGINAL POETRY: “Mewl” by Sarah Lyn Rogers

#politics #Sarah Lyn Rogers #Rumpus Original

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imadeangirl-butimsamcurious · 8 years ago

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Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters...

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Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

Not now, not ever.

You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

“How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

“Ten minutes. The best thing this little blip on the map’s got is a vet, we need to go to the next town over.”

The first voice – the first man of two, you realized, cursed under his breath and shifted in his seat. You could tell he’d turned to face you by the way he breathed, and then, more unpleasantly, by the pain that shot through your leg when he leaned over the back of the seat and tightened the makeshift bandages on the throbbing, bleeding gashes on your upper thigh. You tried to keep your eyes shut, tried to save face, but a cry tore from your throat under the punishing binding keeping you from bleeding out. Both men spun to face you in surprise. You steeled yourself and held their stares.

The man behind the wheel was the first to snap out of his daze, quickly turning his attention back to the road. He caught your eyes in the rearview mirror as he spoke. “You’re a tough one, we didn’t think you’d wake up. Just hang in there, Sweetheart, we’ll be at the hospital soon.”

Hospital. The word clanged around in your head, making you scrunch up your face in thought. They’d said that earlier … ten minutes. You’d be there in ten minutes.

“No.”

You weren’t sure why you’d said it, only that you couldn’t not. It was like the response was hard-wired into your subconscious – which, you supposed it was. None of her creations ever went to the hospital. If someone got hurt either she fixed them or left them to for dead - it depended on what kind of mood she was in. But no one ever, ever went to the hospital. If you did, it didn’t matter if the doctors helped you or not, you’d be watching your blood spill out on the pavement in front of you as soon as you took two steps out of the building.

The shaggy-haired man beside the driver cleared his throat. “Uh – no?” he stuttered. “Look, I know nobody likes hospitals but you’re really hurt, honestly I don’t even know how you’re awake right now. We need to -”

You couldn’t listen to this anymore. You shot forward in your seat, gripping the man’s shoulder with what pitiful amount remained of your supernatural strength and squeezing until your fingers trembled. “No … hospital,” you rasped, fighting through the constricting burn in your throat left behind by the hand-shaped bruise around your neck.

The man’s eyes widened with shock, gaze flicking back and forth between your swollen, blood-stained face and the hand on his arm. You weren’t holding on tight enough to break anything, but definitely enough to hurt. He all but crumpled under the intensity of your stare, nodding with a strained choking sound as you released your iron grip.

You bit back another cry of pain as you fell into your seat, the slashes on your abdomen surging with a new gush of blood at the sudden movement. Your head swam and your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, agony ripping through your body with every painful breath as your no-doubt bruised ribs groaned in protest. It didn’t take long before the darkness came to claim you once again, the voices of the men in the front seat now sounding terribly far away and muffled. The last thing you heard clearly was the word “bunker”, spoken in worried tones. You faded away into unconsciousness with the word whispered on your chapped lips.

When the fog finally cleared from your head and you managed to once again pry your tired eyelids open you found yourself in yet another unfamiliar location. You weren’t in the car anymore, nor were you covered in a layer of dirt and your own blood. The room was small, dark, and cold, but the bed you felt yourself sinking into was warm and soft – at least, by your standards. But then again, you hadn’t slept anywhere but the inside of a bare cell for who knows how long.

The injuries on your stomach and leg were bound tightly by clean white gauze and your shredded clothes were nowhere to be seen, the only fabric covering your broken body a baggy, red plaid shirt and the layers of blankets the men had piled on your sleeping form.

The men.

Memories came flooding back to you. Who were they? And where were you? Surely by now they would have noticed you weren’t … normal. Your injuries, they would have been healing right before their eyes - so the question was, why were you still alive? Who would let an abomination like you continue to draw breath? You didn’t care, and you weren’t sticking around to find out.

At least, you thought you weren’t. Though plans changed when you whipped the heavy comforter off to the side, intending to look for a weapon and get the hell out of there, and were met instead with a shooting pain that tore through your whole body. You collapsed on the bed with a barely contained cry.

“What the hell?!” you said through gritted teeth. You looked down at the bandages wrapped around your middle, watching as a new stain of red bloomed in the center of the pristine white. You were gripped with a new kind of terror.

Why hadn’t you healed yet?

You didn’t know how long you’d been out – you assumed at least a couple hours based on the drastic difference between the state you were in last time you woke up and now, but even if that was wrong, even if you’d only been asleep for one hour, or a half, you still should have been healed by now. Or at the very least, well enough to move without feeling like you’re getting split in two. So what was wrong with you?

Your head swam with every possible reason you could think of, then every ridiculous, utterly impossible one once you’d exhausted the sane options. But nothing made sense. The truth was, you’d never seen this before. It was possible for people like you to be damaged beyond repair, possible to die with just the right amount of bullets or slashes from a knife, but healing enough to prevent death and then just … stopping? That didn’t happen.

It was them - it was her. She’d done something to you, was punishing you for running away. She made you what you were, made you a monster, and now she’d taken away the one part of your “upgrades” that spared you pain instead of caused it.

You were dragged from your vengeful thoughts by one of the voices you’d heard in the car.

“I don’t know, something just seemed … off about her.”

The man’s voice – the tall one with the long brown hair – filtered through the layers of concrete and wood, sounding muted and dull even with your magically-enhanced hearing. You closed your eyes and cupped your hand around your ear, trying your best to listen in.

“I mean she didn’t look even a little worried about the fact that she might die, and I swear man when she grabbed me -”

“You felt tingly in all the right places?”

You heard a crash and an angry grumble.

“Come on, I’m serious. She was strong - like really strong.”

“It was probably just adrenaline, she was scared.”

There was a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And besides, she’s probably a hunter. She was in the town with the attacks, wasn’t connected to the case or any of the victims, wanted to avoid the hospital – we have a record, we know what that’s like. She probably went all Hulk smash because she’s been trained to her whole life.”

He had no idea how true that was … though, you weren’t sure you knew what he meant by “hunter”.

You’d heard that word before in passing, usually in relation to the monsters you were sent out to bring back for harvesting. One of your fellow lab rats Serina had even bragged about killing one once. But what were they? Were they like you? If they were maybe you’d be safe here, maybe you could trust them.

A new, deeper third voice floated to your ears. “I think your guest is awake.”

You quickly straightened and pinned your eyes on the door, pulling your blankets back over you and sliding your hand under the covers as your newly-released claws dug into the mattress.

You couldn’t be too careful, right?

Heavy footsteps closed in on you, your heartbeat speeding up with every thud of their boots. Then the door swung open to reveal the men from the car. They were both tall and broad-shouldered, brothers if you weren’t mistaken, and far more intimidating than you’d remembered from your pain-induced stupor. The one with shaggy brown hair wore a comforting smile, the one with close-cropped dirty blonde a cocky grin.

“Mornin’ Sunshine. Name’s Dean, this is my brother Sam.” The man who spoke – Dean – pointed to his brother and hit him on the shoulder as he walked by. He was coming straight for you. You stiffened under his gaze. “How ya feelin’? You were pretty banged up when we found you.”

Found you? You wracked your brain to remember. Had your assailants just left you there alive? That didn’t make sense, they were all trained and never would have left before a job was done …

Your claws cut further into the mattress as you found your voice, still scratchy from disuse and whatever damage that strangle hold had done to your throat. “Better,” you admitted. “Thank you. But … where am I?”

This time it was Sam who stepped forward, the taller of the two but somehow more inviting. “We call it the bunker, we live here. You’re welcome to stay while you’re healing, you probably shouldn’t walk around much the next few days anyway.”

“And maybe you could help us find the thing that attacked you.”

Your attention spun back to Dean as he spoke, then man who was now sitting on the end of your bed. You fought a wince when the mattress dipped. “Do you know what it was?” you asked cautiously.

The brothers exchanged wary looks. “Not yet. It had claws like a werewolf, but nothing else matched. We don’t know what to make of it …” Dean cocked his head to the side. “And you don’t seem at all surprised that I just said werewolf.”

Your eyes went wide and your breath caught in your throat. Did normal people not know about werewolves? “Um, yeah - is that … is that bad?”

To your relief the brothers softened, even seemed a little more at ease after your answer. “No, it’ not bad, Sweetheart,” Dean said through a light chuckle. “So, you must be a hunter, then?”

You weren’t a hunter - unless you counted the missions you were forced to carry out, which to be fair was hunting in the most literal sense of the word – but somehow you knew they meant something else. Nobody would be relieved to learn about what you do – what you did. But they were. No, this was definitely something else.

You didn’t know what to say, weren’t sure you wanted to pretend to be something you knew nothing about, but it didn’t seem you had much of a choice in the matter. Because before you’d decided what to do, almost without your permission, you found your lips forming the word, “Yes,” and there was nothing you could do about it.

You bit down on your confusion and simply accepted that this was the right answer - or at least, you thought it was, based on the men’s expressions. After that things seem to go a lot smoother. You told Sam and Dean everything you could about your mystery attackers without giving away too much about yourself, you fell into an easy rhythm with the boys that felt almost as natural as breathing, and your brief stay in the bunker slowly turned from a few days to heal to a few weeks, then a few weeks to a few months, and now you found yourself here – storming into a dingy motel room, a fuming Dean hot on your heals, and the tips of your claws begging to be released from their fleshy prison.

Not everything about the past year had been easy.

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jasgoestodisney · 8 years ago

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Traditions (20 Jan)

So we had traditions today! Traditions is the day you really get welcomed into the Disney family, and where you get your nametag and blue employee ID. But, let’s start from the very beginning.

Got up really early at 5.40am to catch special 7am bus to take us to Disney University for traditions. We got on these coaches and got to Disney U in about half an hour. By then, the sun had rose so we got some pretty colours in the sky.

We were ushered into the cafeteria, where we waited for a bit before they got those scheduled at 8am (that’s me!) to head to one of the classrooms (there were also 8.10 and 8.20am arrivals).

We were made to line up outside one of the classrooms while they took their time to check our photo ID (which is our passport for us international participants). Around these network of hallways were pictures of old Disney shows and people plastered on the walls, showing us a little of the history of the company.

After a little wait, we got into the room and sat at one of the many hexagonal tables. There was a PowerPoint presentation with our names on little Mickey hats floating around. On the table were Traditions booklets, nametag stickers and a mysterious red box with a pretty bow on top.

Anyway, the class starts with one of our instructors Lonnie giving us a quick rundown of ‘Working with Integrity’, before we watch multiple videos promoting Disney and welcoming us to the family/team. One of the cooler videos was the one with the intro of Walt Disney talking to Tinkerbell and getting her to ‘bring us around the park’, i.e. aerial shots of various parks with their names flashing on screen.

Apart from Lonnie, our first instructor, we also had Adele and Rachel. They took turns talking to us throughout our Traditions class.

Fun facts: Walt Disney never stepped foot in Disney World (WDW). He died after starting to plan for WDW. Had a brother Roy who helped him with the business side of things Classics I love like Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin were made in the second golden age of Disney films, after Walt Disney passed away. His original films were Steamboat Willie (where Mickey made his first appearance) and Snow White.

Halfway through, they got us to open the red glittery box on the middle of our table, which turned out to contain our Disney caps! We got fairly excited and put them on for a bit. The strap was a little tight for me so I took it off after a while, but others wore it for the whole class.

Me in my Mickey ears and formal wear

Sometime after that, after more promotional videos and important people welcoming us to the Disney family, we got our name tags! They had our name and location on them, but some people had their suburb, city or state on them, which meant that we had some pretty weird-sounding place names floating around. I had Queensland on mine, so it was alright.

Adele and Rachel then made the announcement that it was time to visit Magic Kingdom (MK)! We were meant to observe Disney’s four keys in action: Safety, Courtesy, Show, Efficiency. So, after getting our very-cool receivers and earpieces (so Rachel didn’t have to shout at us), we took a cast member-only bus to the backstage corridors of MK! We had a quick tour around the corridors, and at one point we were right under Cinderella’s castle. Then Rachel opened one of the inconspicuous doors around the corridor, and we were outside!

We were taken around Fantasyland, and were given a full 8 minutes of free time to walk around a defined area haha.

Cinderella’s Castle

Anyhow, we then went back through the corridors, got the bus back to Disney U, and had a quick discussion about the Four Keys.

Third surprise of the day: Mickey, the boss himself, made an appearance and brought us a gift, our employee ID’s! People were pretty happy at this moment, cause this meant we could enter the parks for free and get discounts of merchandise (up to 40% off) etc.

So yeah, that was our eventful day at Traditions! The class ended at about 1pm and I went to Epcot that night with my roommates :)

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sharknadoslutt · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Talieh (My OC) and Cikatro Vizago run into Imperial trouble and are without a working hyperdrive. In the face of death what is left to do but confess ones feelings?

A/N: Have I mentioned how hopelessly in love Cikatro is with Talieh? Well it’s v much so expressed here. I shameless love these two with all my heart so excuse the cringe I actually started rambling at a lot of points but this was fun to write so I could care less

Setting: Somewhere in the Outer Rim, Lothal Sector, 6 BBY (Approximately 4 months before Rebels S1)

“Talieh, my sweet, if I didnt know any better...” Cikatro began with a big grin, his cheeks flushed slightly from the alcohol in his system. “I’d say you were drunk.”

His eyes were pinned on Talieh, who sat in the co-pilots chair. Per usual the Zygerrian woman leaned back comfortably in her seat, arms crossed against her chest while her boots were hiked up on the dash. The only thing out of the usual was this was the rare smile on her lips.

“Good thing you do know better, right Cikatro?” She quickly responded, followed by the traces of an amused giggle. She wasn’t drunk.. but she wasn’t quite sober either. What was she exactly?

Happy. She was simply happy.

Talieh felt her feline ears twitch slightly before falling into their relaxed default position. Never had she imagined herself being so comfortable with anyone. Yet here she was actually enjoying Cikatro’s company, more so than she’d dare to admit out loud.

“We should be arriving back to Lothal in two days time. Late afternoon I’d say.” He said, moving his eyes to meet Talieh’s.

For a moment the blonde Zygerrian looked back at him and felt her heart skip a beat. She blinked a few times before nonchalantly shifting her gaze to the view port.

“Good.” She sighed.

“Would be sooner, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to manually pilot through an asteroid belt.” He continued, his soft gaze lingering on her face.

“Sounds like fun.” She remarked, finding her smile growing wider for a reason she couldn't quite figure out. The fact that he was looking at her like that? Maybe.

“Yes.” He sighed contently and shifted his view to the stars. “Fun indeed.”

The past week had certainly been interesting. While Cikatro's ship, The Horn, was in the middle of some hefty remodeling, the crime boss got word of a huge shipment of Imperial weapons for sale on Plemarkens spot, a little space station at the edge of the Lothal Sector.

It ran rapid with pirates and smugglers alike. Vizago had a few contacts there. Contacts that were willing to hold those weapons for a few extra days for the right price. Despite his main freighter being out of commission, Vizago was a man of business, and getting these weapons would be great for business!

So as to not miss out on the Imperial shipment he purchased another smaller freighter; an investment, as he told Talieh. He shrugged it off to being a necessary business expensive, assuring himself that having a secondary smaller vessel was important for his rising smuggling operation. Albeit a fully functional YT-1696 light freighter, it was missing a lot of perks and functions that most folk would want in a ship.

A working hyperdrive being one of those missing perks..

If Plemarkens Spot was anywhere else in the galaxy this would be out of the question. However it wasn’t terribly far, round trip the exchange should take an estimated week tops. Or so that’s what he had told Talieh anyways.

Before leaving Lothal, Vizago had assured Talieh traveling without a working hyperdrive wouldn’t be an issue. This was partly due to the mans hope that flying in real speed would allow him to spend time with the Zygerrian and potentially fulfill his desire to earn her affections.. but it also had to do with the fact that he was absolutely cheap and refused to fork up money for a new hyperdrive until after he’d sold this new shipment of Imperial goods..

Whereas Talieh was somewhat irritated with the whole ordeal, she would agree to almost any job if the price was right. Besides, relaxing on the ship for a few days out in open space wasn’t too bad a way to spend her time. Especially since she was getting paid for every minute of it.

Things had gone very good through the entire trip. They arrived at Plemarkens spot a day ahead of schedule and gotten all of the goods loaded up on Vizago’s new freighter.

The two had honestly enjoyed each others company through it all. So much so, in fact, that upon finishing the transaction earlier than expected Cikatro had talked Talieh into stopping by the space ports cantina and enjoying a few drinks before they left. The Devaronian even purchased a few jugs of Corelian Whiskey for the trip back; deciding time might go by faster with a drink in his hand. And it had seemed to work thus far.

So far they had spent this day in the cockpit, flying in real time through space, each one with a drink in hand. High spirits, smiles, and even some flirting had taken place. This is exactly the atmosphere Cikatro had hoped for from this trip!

Everything was perfect! Perfect, that is, until an Imperial Star Destroyer appeared out of hyperspace not terribly far from their current position.

The flash of light from the hyper jump made both Talieh and Cikatro about fall from their chairs. Considering how their freighter was fairly small it was doubtful the Imperials had spotted them visually. But if they were scanning for ships they’d certainly be found.

“Why would the Empire be here, Cikatro?” Talieh asked, placing her glass of whiskey on the ground before looking back at the Star Destroyer.

He gave her a weird glance that expressed something along the lines of ‘How should I know? ' But Vizago instantly regretted this once he earned that angry growl from her.

It was easy for the man to forget that Talieh possessed little to no knowledge about the Empire. She’d always been very private about her past, never sharing too much information, which he respected. Everyone has a past, right?

She always explained her ignorance of anything Imperial off to the fact that she grew up ‘in a place where the Empire wasn’t around’. Cikatro assumed that meant Deep Deep Wild Space. But he really did not know. Now was certainly not the time to ask questions either.

“By the Moons of Gasgohl!” He adjusted the ships speed, directing full power to the thrusters. “I dont know, Talieh!” He blurted in frustration, his tone a little on the defensive side.

The sound of the ships engine speeding up calmed him slightly but he still felt the need to go on. “It could just be a coincidence... Imperials are not uncommon in this sector, you know. The Mining Guild is all the rage. First Lothal, kriff, t-they could be looking for moons to deplete of natural resources.” He paused. “It could be as simple as that.. or..”

Cikatro paused as he collected his thoughts. If he remembered correctly he had spotted a few civilian mining ships when they had first approached the large cluster. It wasn’t that uncommon for people to do unauthorized mining on asteroids in this sector; it was a good way to make a living if you knew what you were doing. With the increased Imperial presence on Lothal, Vizago wouldn’t be surprised if the Empire was trying to put a stop to it.

“Or what?!” She hissed, panic setting in.

“I dont know!” He reiterated, shooting her a stressed scowl. “Maybe they have every piece of merchandise in this ship suited up with trackers and this was a trick! Maybe they are just making a stop out here to monitor this asteroid belt for unauthorized mining.. I dont know, Talieh! It’s the Empire.. they do whatever they want even if it doesn’t make sense! But who cares about why, we need to get out of here!”

Talieh’s face easily expressed her irritation but she remained quiet. Her cat-like ears pointed down to further express her mood.

The Star Destroyer stayed in place, a good distance away from their transports current position. Considering that the Imperials hadn’t taken action against their little freighter it was likely they’d not yet been spotted. But that wouldn’t last, not like this. Without being able to jump into hyperspace they were sitting ducks.

“I dont think they’ve noticed us, yes?” Talieh grumbled in her accented basic. “Otherwise they’d have sent out a comm-message or ships to scan us?”

“It’s positive thinking.” Cikatro pursed his lips. “But I do think that’s probably the case.” He half chuckled, whether it was forced or not Talieh didn’t know. “Otherwise we’d be dead.”

Talieh nodded and stood up, her brows knitted as she stared out the view port. “Maybe if we pull off over there,” She gestured toward an especially large cluster of asteroids. “We power down everything on the ship.. They’ll think we are just floating junk.”

Though he didn’t say anything at first Talieh could feel the gears in his head turning into a confident direction.

“That could work.” He agreed, leaning forward to look at the power distribution on the ship. “Yes, this could work.” He repeated, trying to convince himself.

“It’s our best shot, Cikatro.” She headed out the cockpit. “I’m going to make sure all droids are shut down as well. Go ahead and pull over. I’ll be back.”

It took about eight tortuously long minutes to shut down all power to the ship. Fortunately in that time it appeared they still remained unnoticed by the Imperials. That was somewhat comforting..

Other than the starlight seeping in from the view port glass the ship was dark. Dark and quiet. Nothing but the sound of Talieh and Cikatro breathing and the occasional creak of metal of the ship. The silence was too intense for Cikatro so he decided to speak up.

“We are still alive. So it’s safe to say that the buckets did not come here because our haul was tracked.” His tone was that of relief, though there was still stress in his red eyes. “Probably just, uhh, an unfortunate coincidence.”

There was another long moment of tense silence where they just stared at the Imperial station. After a while the hatch opened a few small surveying ships started to go around and scan some asteroids. Granted those were all far away from their ship and seemed to be going in the opposite direction. However one of them did head towards one of the civilian miner operations.

A spark of hope emerged and the two glanced at one another. It seems all the Empire was doing was scanning the asteroids for valuable metals, at the very least perhaps intervening with the unauthorized miners. As long as they remained hidden they would make a clean get away!

“By the moons of Gosgolt, I think we will be fi-”

“Cikatro, no..” Talieh interrupted him, extending her arm to point back at the Star Destroyers ship port. “Look.”

A small ship exited the Star Destroyer and went in the direction of one of the civilian ships parked on a rather large asteroid. This new Imperial ship had a large blaster extended on the top of its point and seemed to be firing it up.

Within seconds the brilliant laser exited the canon and beamed out to the civilian ship. It erupted with light, blasting rubble in all different directions.

Talieh and Cikatro watched in horror at the slaughter. The Empire had just murdered those civilians without warning, by the looks of it no warning had been given to evacuate the premise. They just acted out of hate. Without justice..

The survey ship started to gather pieces of the asteroid that subsequently exploded with the initial blast to the miners. Meanwhile the canon ship went into another direction, only to continue blasting other asteroids. Fortunately no additional civilian mining operations were taking place but the sounds of the blasts caused tension in their own ship.

Talieh and Cikatro glanced at one another again, neither one too sure what the make of their current predicament. The Imperials were obviously here scouting the area for minerals but there were well armed and ready for a fight. For the time being they were safe enough, but if they came over in the direction of their ship.. that would change very fast.

Their ship which was filled to the brim with illegally obtained Imperial weapons. If they murdered civilian miners without bating an eye, what would they do to known smugglers?

Talieh and Cikatro watched for a long time, both too anxious to really say anything. After a while the ships only seemed to come closer and closer to their own ship.

“What do you think they’d do if they found us?” Talieh asked in a quiet voice, her pink irises glazing over as she looked out the window. Though the sheer gravity of the situation had sobered her up significantly, the Zygerrian woman's body could still feel the effects of the alcohol. She sat back, laying her arms on the rest of her chair.

“Kill us.” Cikatro said gruffly and without hesitation, turning his head to look at Talieh.

When their eyes met she didn't pull away but instead stared him right back in the face. A wave of warmth overcame her as she rested her gaze on his crimson eyes. She was silent but her feline ears twitched slightly, involuntarily expressing that she was deep in thought.

“But they wont.” The Devaronian finally added, reaching over to place a thoughtful hand on her wrist. Cikatro expected her to bat him away with a threatening response, as she usually did to his romantic gestures, but she surprisingly did not. “We are going to get back home and become rich off of this shipment. Talieh, my sweet-” The strain in his voice was fairly evident but he still charaded a smile. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Talieh’s gaze fell to his large hand and she considered him, taking her time with figuring out exactly what to say.

“Your words are warm and assuring..” She then placed her own hand over his, her small fingers barely even managing to cover his knuckles. “This is sweet. You are very sweet to me. But you do lie.. you do not know this is truth. Yet you sit here, lying to my face... but, you only lie for my benefit.”

Talieh used her fingers to affectionately trace small circles on the skin of his hand. “It’s not unappreciated. Far from it. I take note of all these things you do for me, Cikatro.”

Shocked at her actions Vizago just watched her. She spoke so softly and seemed vulnerable. He had never seen her like this.

She continued. “I really do not understand the this new world. The Empire. They do not seem to have an moral way of doing things.”

“And we do?” The Devaronian interjected. He forced a pitiful snicker, trying to be somewhat humorous to help ease this tense situation.

“Yes.. I do.” She whispered, gripping onto Cikatro’s hand in a way that actually made him worry. “The Republic was never perfect but it was better than this world you live in. There was a system of checks and balances.. Here there’s no order. It’s all random and dark! The Galaxy is out of Balance. The Jedi were the morale back bone of our society and now they are g-gone." Silence followed for a moment before she let out a shaky breath. "And what’s left? Stormtroopers hardly mature enough to handle their own blasters! Purchased officials and an Emperor with no light inside his heart!”

Vizago arched a brow as he listened to her. He really had no idea what she was going on about. The Republic? The Jedi? She sounded so scared and so desperate. It seemed more than their current situation that caused her panic.

Talieh looked back up at Cikatro and calmed down a bit, realizing she was actually beginning to shake with anger. It was not so much that she was afraid of the situation at hand. Talieh had never been afraid of dying. However, she was absolutely terrified of this unfamiliar world and this unkind Empire. What it had done to the world she had once known...

Even now the Zygerrian Jedi had no idea what exactly had happened to The Republic or The Jedi Order. What had happened while she was trapped in Carbonite all those years was beyond her knowledge. She had just recently started to come to terms with the fact that she would possibly never know.

Talieh told herself she didn't need to know those things. It was the past and she was still living. She needed to move on, right?

“Talieh?” Cikatro spoke up, giving her hand a squeeze. “You are shaking, please talk to me, my sweet..” His warm voice was soft and assuring. Despite his charade of calm Talieh could sense the fear within him. How he, too, was unsure on what would happen to either of them..

She heard him speak but could not seem to find her own voice. Instead her expression fell to a solemn one as she thought of Vizago, and what he meant to her. Cikatro had a life to get back to. His sweet little mother back on Lothal. His other employees.. They relied on him. All though he was not good in the way the Jedi had taught her to see, she sensed the good in him.

Talieh took in a shaky breath, suddenly overcome with emotion. Anger and nostalgia. Longing and contentment. But most of all she felt sure of herself and what she needed to do. She may not have known what happened to the Jedi but she knew about her life right here, and right now.

Her life on Lothal. Her life with Cikatro Vizago. He’d given her a job and invited her into his life without hesitation. And though she had always rejected his advances she was fully aware that all she need do was say the word.. and this man would be hers. Until this moment, she had never really considered saying yes because that was simply not the Jedi way.

But where were the Jedi now? Gone.

Here and now, the only thing she knew was she needed to keep him safe at all costs.

“I’m sorry, Cikatro..” She whispered. With a final tender squeeze the woman then pulled both of her hands away from his grasp.

“N-No, Talieh, my sweet.. You have nothing to apologize for!” He forced a toothy smile. His long devilish ears drooped slightly, expressing his concern. “I just want to understand..”

He really did. She knew that. But that didn't matter now. Not when his life was in danger.

“You do not need to understand.” She then stood up and reached forward to the ships dash. Talieh flipped the switch for partial power in the left port of the ship, where the escape pods were. “Just let me do this.”

Utterly baffled the Devaronian stood up and immediately pulled the power switch back down, reversing what it was Talieh was trying to do.

“Are you crazy?!” He hollered with panic, turning to face her. His brows knitted in a stern yet concerned way. “Do you want them to catch us?"

“No, just me.” She hissed back, glaring up at the taller man. “I just need you to keep the power on long enough for me start up the escape pod. If I can pull their attention on the other side of the asteroid field you can make an escape!” By the end of that statement Talieh had tears swelling in the back of her eyes. Tears that had been welling for years but had never fallen. “Once you're past this asteroid belt, they cannot chase after you!” Her heart was beating faster than it ever had.

“You...? Wait, Talieh, no!” Cikatro’s eyes widened as he processed exactly what she had just intended. “That’s.. just out of the question..” He crinkled his nose and shook his head slightly, overcoming his confusion and joy all at once. He was truly touched at the gesture but what Talieh wanted to do was impossible. There was no way he would let her do something like this.

“As you know I am perfectly capable of handling myself.” She spat, taking a step closer to him. “But the fact is, this situation is not looking too good for either of us, Cikatro. I can not just idly sit by and wait to be murdered." The tears hot salty finally rolled down her cheeks. "I cannot wait for you to be murdered.”

Talieh tried stepped past him, reaching for the switch only to have Cikatro grab her wrist tightly and yank her in front of him. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this! On one hand the woman he loved more or less just admitted her love for him through her actions, but on the other he was fairly certain she wanted to go out and get herself killed.

“So what? You plan to just take the tiny little escape pod over and take out an Imperial Star Destroyer?!” He forced out the most mocking laughter he could, thinking maybe embarrassment would calm her down from this half baked question of heroism. “Talieh, my love, it has no weapons! No shields! You will die before you even get within a blasters shot away from it! And what, you’re doing this for me? Why would you do something that rash for a man you do not love?”

The sounds of asteroids being pulverized fairly closely caught them both off guard. The surveying squad was getting closer. Though both Talieh and Cikatro were alarmed by the approaching sounds, they stayed right where they were, glaring the other in the eye.

“I will do what I must t-to get you home... because you have a life, C-Cikatro!” She bellowed, all the pent up emotion of the past year suddenly and uncontrollably flooding through. “However it is you think I see you must be wrong because I see you.. I see the real you. The man who takes care of his mother! The man who-”

“-This is ridiculous, Talieh!” Vizago cut her off, his tone loud and commanding. “I will lock you in the brig if I need to. This is not negotiable!”

“You know that wont hold me.” She tried to wiggle her arm from his hand, but failed. Rolling his eyes Cikatro grabbed her free wrist with his other hand, holding her in place before him.

“Then, as much as it breaks my heart, I’ll have to use my stun gun.”

“You’d never use that on me.” She huffed, finally gaining control of her tears. She took in a deep breath and looked up at him, still maintaining the look of determination but when in actuality she felt small and powerless. For the first time in her entire life, emotions had gotten the better of her.

“You’re right.” He grumbled. Keeping the Zygerrian woman in place he stared at her helplessly. “So, this will have to do..”

Cikatro released both of Talieh’s wrist before taking a firm hold of her shoulders. The Devaronian took a leap of courage and ferociously pressed his lips against hers, hoping she wouldn't resist and would simply be carried away in the moment.

And she was.

Talieh was swept over by a sensation she was not familiar with. At first she just stayed still with shock and processed the gravity of the kiss. Her body felt cold and warm at the same time; but it was good. No, it was amazing. His lips were softer than she would have guessed..

After relaxing from what almost felt like an out of body experience Talieh closed her eyes and gave into her her feelings. Closing her wet eyes the Zygerrian leaned in, returning Cikatro's kiss with matching intensity.

Letting out a sharp breath from his nose, Vizago let his rough hands fall from her shoulders and down her arms. He took his time in letting the palm of his hands feel her fur and skin. Upon reaching her wrists he guided them to his head, and she wrapped them around his neck snuggly.

Talieh let out a soft purr as she let her hands caress the back of his head and the indentions of his horns.

Smirking into the kiss, Cikatro slipped his arms around the woman's waist. Reeling at touching of the indention of her hips with his own hands, he decided to be even bolder than he had already been.

He shoved his thick tongue into her mouth, rubbing against hers to create a friction he'd longed craved. Then he slammed her onto the dash, lifting her ass up to sit on the powered down buttons so that her legs were on either side of him. He leaned in close so their chests were touching and continued to kiss her.

Startled but willing, Talieh moaned loudly into his mouth. She let one of her arms trail down his shoulder to rub his muscular forearm. She'd long admired his muscles and being able feel them so intimately made her stomach feel tight and euphoric. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips.

"Talieh.." He whispered in a husky tone, drawing his lips to her jawline to playfully nip. He bucked his hips into hers, his member hard against her stomach. He smirked at the sound of her desperate moans. Pressing his lips against the corner of her feline ears he continued. "I've dreamed of this for so long.."

The Zygerrian woman's face was flush with stimulation, her innocent body and mind feeling joyously overwhelmed with each new sensation. Her eyes fluttered open as Cikatro pressed his forehead to hers, a moment of genuine affection to gage her comfort level.

"Holding you in my arms.."

Talieh lifted her hand from his arm, to cup his cheek. She smiled softly but remained silent.

"Your legs wrapped around me.." He added, a dirty chuckle following his proclamation.

She averted his eyes, overcome with embarrassment, but her smile widened. She felt the same however lacked the bold confidence that Vizago had in abundant supply.

"I've held you in the most intimate place of my heart for a long time, Cikatro..." She whispered, daring to lock eyes with him.

With a dirty grin, the Devaronian pressed his lips back to hers.

For the next several moments the pair snogged deeply and let their desperate hands explore the others clothed body. That was until a sound could be heard.

Talieh's feline ears twitched and she felt her lust disconnect as her mind went into alert. She wiggled beneath him and tore away from the kiss.

"C-Cikatro, stop!" She cried, trying to get him off of her so she could look out of the viewport behind her.

"D-Did I go too far?" He inquired smugly, pulling away with a slanted grin. "It's hard to when I want to explore every bit of your bod-"

"Sshhhh.." She snapped, pressing her pointer finger over his lips to hush him up. Cikatro, albeit disappointed, stepped back and helped her off of the dash as she wished .

The pair then both gazed out the viewport to find that both survey and attack ships had returned to the Starcruiser.

"Talieh, I think they are leaving!" Cikatro exclaimed.

Blinking in disbelief, Talieh let a smile creep up on her swollen lips. He was right! With a flash of light the Imperial occupation of the sector was clear. After a moment of silently staring into empty space, the couple slowly looked at each other with big smiles, satisfied that they would indeed live to see another day.

Then, they both jumped into the tightest embrace as their lips met once more.

Talieh was the one to pull away first, bringing a hand to the back of his head to rub affectionately.

"We need to power up and maneuver our way out of here through that field, Cikatro. We can't possibly know if they will come back."

"That is the responsible thing to do." He agreed, however there was a hint of irritation there. As if he would rather be doing something else.

"It is." She stepped away and began to power up the ship. Business as usual. "Please get us back to Lothal in one piece. It seems... we have many things to discuss." The flush in her face turned brighter as she evaded eye contact.

"Yes, we do, my sweet." He plopped into the Captains chair and gestured for her to take her seat at his side. "So strap in."

#Talieh and Cikatro will always be my fav #my OCs #Talieh Minoqh #Star Wars OC #My fics

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abloomntime · 4 years ago

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A Bloom in time Ch21

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