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[adventures-on-foster-island]

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[yubiina]

Imagine taking care of post war Levi.

After the war is over, everyone distant from one another, Armin along with his team travel to teach the history and prevent from it repeating, Historia remains in Paradis as queen with her newborn child, some stay in Marley after the war because everything is so destroyed, some choose to go back to Paradis.

Imagine being the only one left from Levi's close squad. Sure, it might have started out rought with him (as does everybody), but you have been there through it all, hand-picked to be in his squad as one of the best soldiers for your skill and wits.

After the war he loses it all, the soldiers he's raised are building their lives and him-with nowhere to go, no place that he calls home that could miss him- you step in and tell Gabi you will be his caretaker, even if Levi protests at first.

It just dosen't seem fair, others out there are enjoying the freedom they fought so hard for, getting married, building their lives and you're stuck here, taking care of an old man that can only walk a short amount of time before needing a wheelchair, and sometimes struggles to do simple tasks.

"I got it, it's fine" he grumbles as you hold him by the arm and gently place him in the wheelchair as he groans in pain, ignoring his previous comment.

But despite what he thinks, you know deep down it's much deeper than that, it isn't just some loyal habit of carrying your duty to take care of your capitan, but rather a selfish need your heart has to keep him close, you who has no home yourself- have found a palace in his presence.

You wonder if all the things you do have caught up to Levi, to others around him - you were appearantly terrible at hiding your feelings, but mabye all that you did was all but a simple and kind act to Levi.

You wake up early every morning to prepare breakfast, making sure to shop well the previous day in order to feed him a full and loving meal. You clean more than usual, keeping him out of the house and occupied in the garden so the dust won't make him sick, even taking him to the café every morning with his newspaper in hand, a ritual you both effortlessly created with time.

Every weekend you go to buy flowers with Levi, and leave them at the memorial of fallen soldiers, his wheelchair sitting not far behind the engraved stone of his fallen comrade, as you helped him bent down and place them on the cold stone.

'(Hange Zoe) 14th Comander of the Scout Regiment'

Ever since the war ended you had picked up the hobby of baking, you always knew you had a good hand, even during your time with the scouts, where all that was available was potato, bread and some dirty carrots, you managed to make a hearty meal.

Now you bake as your heart desires, making cookies, pies and pastries that Onyakopon,Gabi and Falco enjoy too much when you head out with Levi and everyone for a picnic. And while everyone thanks you and enjoys what your hands made, you don't have the heart to tell anyone that you bake them for Levi, but give it to everyone as to mask your gesture.

It was obvious to Gabi, when you place the picnic basket on the blanket under the tree, and take out all the sandwiches and pastries you've done. You take out a glass for each for the fresh lemonade you've made, and then a special thermos of black tea and pour it for Levi.

It was obvious to Falco when you personally started buying basic medical supplies like needles, alcohol, medication, and gauze because you wanted to take care of Levi personally, after the doctor might have tired him out with walking practice.

It was obvious to Onyakopon, when he kept seeing your regularly at the fabric shop, buying the same white wool. Only to see that white wool turned into a long, soft scraf placed next to a beautiful teaset, packaged well for the Secret Santa they did for Levi's birthday.

But mabye Levi noticed too. He noticed the black tea especially made for him, and the fact that you always placed two pastries in his plate instead of one like the others.

He noticed how gentle your fingers were when they grazes his scars and lifted his leg to tend to it, as if you had found a bird with an injured wing by the window.

He noticed the suttle, but engulfing perfume scent on the new white scarf, and your taste in style when he saw the teaset. He noticed through the slightly open door, tne candlelight that came from the living room when he tried to sleep, and your prickleled hands from the sharp knitting needles.

It is then that he gets up, from his chair, paper crumpled in hand as he reaches for the telephone on the countertop to call for Gabi.

"Where is she" ignoring the fast beating of his heart that wanted to leap out of his chest.

Imagine that after all this time, you figure you need to move on, you tell Gabi you've finished working, and refuse any payment they want to give you as compensation for taking care of a retired soldier. Unable to bear with yourself anymore, after rejecting every man that made any advance, unable to look in the mirror and see someone that he could love. You grab a pen and write a final letter, leaving early in the morning for the next train to take you far away.

Imagine how you close your eyes and sigh at the view of the oncoming train, ready to steal you away, yet your legs felt heavy, and your mind waged war against you to remain unmoved.

It's only when you take the first step that you stop, you don't know if you felt his presence first, or if it was his voice, but a strong wind blew your hair away as you kept your hand near your dress to keep it down, turning your head to see him.

He stood there, stormy eyes glued on you like a target, his wheelchair a few feet away behind him. In almost a shock and slight alert you take a few steps, afraid he'll need support.

"I thought you said you were a woman of your word, what about your promise?" You admire his stable tone in what seems like such an emotional moment to him

But you hate that you know exactly what he means, you remember it very well since back then, when everyone retreated for the night and camped in the dense forest during a mission outside the walls, you stood near a lake, washing your hands and face, thr only light source being groups of fireflies that shyly flew around bushes and near water.

Levi stands right behind you, deep in thought for whatever reason he was, you call him out when feeling his eyes burn the back of your skull.

"You know you don't have to be creep" you quietly say, focused on washing the cloth in your hands, and he slowly walks near a rock.

It is then that you made a promise to him. That you promised you would not die and stand beside him as long as be lived. It was an admirable obedience and trust from a soldier towards their capitan.

"Don't tell me it dosent matter as much to you now" he bring you back to reality.

"I fufilled it didn't I? I lived and stood beside you" you almost argue back.

"And I'm still alive." He steps foward slightly, using the metal railing that slightly shook as support.

"You fufilled your promise as a soldier and i did my duty as you capitan" he now stands in front of you, it's only when you notice the crumbled up letter in his hand.

"Now let me fufill my duty as a man"

The train swooshes past you, swaying leaves in the wind and onto the sunset, with a loud honk it continued to pass on your side, but your focus was long gone as his lips remained unmoved from yours. It was that day that despite any gear training and how far on a tree you've climbed, it felt like this moment was the highest you've ever flown.

It was from then on that when you helped him to bed, he'd tuck your hair away in the morning, with a strand between his fingers until you pretended you were slowly waking up.

It was now that once you finished cooking, you'd notice Levi place a second cup of tea on the table, before sitting back down to continue his book.

It was then that he'd go and buy the flowers for the memorial, making sure to get a extra bouquet to bring home to you.

It was then that whenever anyone asked him to stay for a celebration of after party, he'd simply say no and leave.

"My wife is waiting for me at home" he says with no ring on neither of your fingers yet.

It was then that he'd feel his ego boost a bit whenever you laughed out loud at one of his unfunny shit jokes.

It is then that he notices the contrast between the feeling of you pushing your hands on his chest to keep the blood from leaving the deadly wound, to placing them gently on his chest as you rest in the afterglow of a playful afternoon.

After all, it is when you both sit close under the shade of a tree, you watch Gabi and Falco mess around in the lake-dunking one another as you reminisce a time where you swear you've seen this happen before, Levi's hand that brushed a book page, unknowingly falls on top of yours, yet it dosen't move.

Imagine it is then, when he looks up at you, that he realizes he truly-like you- may have not had a place to call home, had somehow found heaven in you.

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

au in which nathaniel is married to riko

okay so

in this universe there's no mafia, the moriyamas are just filthy rich businessmen, but nathan still is a serial killer

things go a bit different in the sense that nathan kills mary when neil is 10 bc he loses his temper and keeps neil practically captive in that house, torturing him endlessly until nathan slips up and somehow the fbi finds the evidence they need to raid the house when neil is idk 15 ish and they end up killing nathan and neil is sent to foster care

he doesn't have as bad a time in foster care as andrew did, some parents like slapping him around, but some are genuinely nice people

ultimately tho he's not adopted by anyone by the time he turns 18 (he tells himself he doesn't mind, who would want a damaged and quiet and sketchy and flighty kid in their family anyway?)

he's left on his own, to figure out how to be a real person, an adult, with no home, no place to stay, no friends, no family, nothing but himself

he goes through a few years where he just lives on the streets, spending the little money he has left on food, going to shelters when he can, traveling through states until he gets to new york

he's attacked and harassed by some guy at some point outside a bar or something and he's so dazed he cant even fight back, but someone fights back for him

and its riko moriyama, famous fucking exy star and professional athlete

he saves neil and he takes him to his place, where he lets him stay and recover and hey, he's actually kind of sweet, and he really cares about neil, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay with him? and when riko kisses him the first time maybe its not so bad? and maybe when they start dating he's incredibly loving and he gives him gifts and it's the happiest neil has been? and maybe when riko proposes neil says yes and they get married and they're happy? genuinely happy for once?

except that at some point, the love becomes anger, the sweet gestures become punches, the care becomes jealousy and control and pain, and what was the best thing in neils life becomes a nightmare once more

(and maybe he blames himself, maybe its neil thats the problem, maybe its him who brings out the worst in people, maybe he's doomed to this cycle of abuse)

its not until riko beats neil withing an inch of his life that neil runs

OH SHIT WAIT LMAO I FORGOT TO SAY

neil doesn't actually go by neil throughout all of this, he still goes by nathaniel, his legal name, nathaniel wesninski is married to riko moriyama not neil josten

so neil runs and runs and runs with what little money he could steal from riko and he adopts neil josten's identity until he physically cannot keep going

luckily for him, his collapse happens far enough, all the way in seattle in the same pharmacy that medical intern aaron minyard was buying some supplies

so yeah aaron freaks out and almost calls an ambulance but neil stops him bc he's scared bc riko might not have mafia connections in this universe but he has so much fucking money

and it takes aaron and katelyn and abby on the phone for them to fix a heavily beat up neil who should definitely go to the hospital but this is the best they can do

(aaron just assumes he's homeless, and he cant pay the hospital, and he's a fucking softie deep inside so he does everything he can to help how he can)

and maybe when kate catches neil sneaking out one night, she does everything to stop him and offers him safety and maybe the exchange some truths, maybe kate guesses that neil had someone that abused him, maybe someone he loved and neil is scared and he doesn't feel like he can trust anyone but something about kate makes him break down and tell her what he can while making sure he doesn't reveal much

and im taking too long but basically aaron and kate take neil in and they introduce him to the foxes and to the legendary kevin day and andrew minyard, professional exy players for the seattle exy team

and well it takes time and lots of trust before neil lets himself open up again

but its in the form of andrew minyard and the way they can both respect each others boundaries, and neil tells andrew about nathan, but never reveals the truth about being married or anything about riko moriyama

until andrew asks neil to marry him and well

it all goes to shit lol

neil cant bring himself to tell andrew the truth and it all becomes a mess and andrew breaks things up and neil becomes a mess as well

(bc its true, it's on him, its always on him and god he never learns, he never fucking learns, he doesn't fucking get happy endings, he doesn't fucking get good things)

and he tries to leave aaron and kate's place again, and he's successful this time and he's on his way out of seattle when he stops by a gas station to get some food and he has no idea of where he's going and he hesitates for a while, until he catches the eye of andrew on his car outside, and andrew just looks away and leaves and-

and if neil was hesitating before he's sure now and he has to leave for good and he has to leave and get away and never come back and

and he runs right into riko moriyama as he's leaving the store

to be continued maybe??

part 2

[arkkaxe]

The warm light of the fake fireplace flickers around the wood paneled room, illuminating the group of Sophonts clustered on a thick carpet around an ancient and plush armchair populated by an equally ancient Terran, his white beard elegantly groomed. Behind this scene, a cluster of Affini socialize away from the storytime.

The old man shifts and adjusts his wire framed glasses.

“So, you have come to see me, he who was once the most storied pirate in all of Terran space. The most noble smuggler and bandit.”

Nods and affirmations are shared by all the fire-lit Florets and the man coughs.

“Very well then. I shall tell you the tale of my greatest pursuit. The one which the historians and scholars of my name have entitled

The Last Flight of the Magnolia

(615 words, no content warnings.)

Now, everybody take a drink of your water or tea or Cocoa, and let us begin.”

He opens up a dusty, leather bound journal and turns to a page marked by a red ribbon.

“Now, by the time of the Domestication, I had been retired for some time, and when the Affini came around, not much changed. I spent my time all cooped up in this dusty old place writing my memoirs. Now, I don't know when I got it in my head, but at one point, I heard about those naughty Free-Terra Sophonts. Now, I'm sure you learned all about them, and how it's bad to be a feralist. but this was nigh on… a century ago, people were still messed up from the Accord, so do try to be understanding. Anyway, I got this idea in my head to warm up my old ship the Magnolia and go run supplies to these folks carrying on the spirit of adventure and freedom. So I loaded her up, got a crew of adventurous souls, and set out to find the rebels. We had registered as a private pleasure cruise to avoid suspicion, but while running one of my old routes, I found a Terran fleet. And the Affini one capturing it. My ship got caught up in the commotion, and we were captured too. Of course, Me being a rational actor, we surrendered and explained our cover, which they didn't buy, so I decided to tell the truth, all of it, including my rather shallow motivation.”

The man takes a sip of tea and gestures that his audience should do the same.

“Now, I thought I was a goner, on a fast track to a long life of endless happiness. But instead, I was presented with an alternative. It sure would be mighty adventurous to sneak a team of Affini into the center of a rebel fleet, and neutralize them without as much as a shot fired. So the team of Affini got packed in with the veggies and we set out to find the rebels. Now, find them we did, and they were glad to see us. But, they wanted me to join up with them. Now, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being shanghaied, so I told them, just open up your veggies and take your medicine. Anyway, they're all Florets now, the Magnolia is a museum ship, and I host house parties for my Affini friends and their Florets. Now, it's getting late and I was old a hundred years ago. Run along and leave me to the past.”

The party drifts off, and the old man falls to a restful night of sleep in his old armchair, dreaming of a time when the universe was larger, when Terra was weeks of travel away, and the thought of other galaxies being visitable was the realm of fiction.

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 1 - Lysa Kane

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 1

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Din Djarin was content.

For the first time in his existence he needed for nothing. He was on a planet with clean air. He had a home, a ship, good friends, and even family.

The Mandalorian, who was sitting at a scrubbed wooden table inside of his cabin fixing one of the booster parts of his N-1 Starfighter, glanced through the open window to where he could see Grogu.

His son was playing near the pond, toying with the frogs that resided in it - his favourite thing to do while they had some downtime.

Din was happy that he now had a place for Grogu to just be able to be a kid. For here he could be safe without the worry of capture, or worse.

Din gave a chuckle as Grogu, using his powers, sent a frog spinning into the air before it fell into the pool once more.

Turning back to his work, his expression formed again into a frown as he scrutinised the device in front of him. He knew that eventually it would need to be looked at by Peli Motto and her team of droids. But he could put a temporary fix on for now, avoiding making a trip over to Tatooine without reason to be there.

It was likely that a job in that part of the outer rim would come up eventually, now that his role of Bounty Hunter was back up and running.

But since he had settled here in Nevarro three weeks ago, he and Grogu had only taken on one job and that had been a quick one, paying very little in return.

And as far as credits went, Din had used his last yesterday, picking up food and supplies to make him and Grogu’s home - a home.

His child didnt want for much. But despite the pair being set up with a few items of furniture, there was very little here, and basic bedding and utensils had needed to be bought. So that’s where his credits had disappeared to. 

Raising a kid certainly wasn't cheap. If it had just been Din here alone, he would have gotten by on the few items he had gathered during his travels inside a tiny storage trunk at the base of the Starfighter. But he wanted a better life for the child. And that, he realised, required buying things. And that meant, credits. Lots of credits!

Din gave a weary sigh, but as he did so, he heard another sound nearby.

A sound drawing nearer and nearer…

He lifted his head, eyes on Grogu, as he listened, his hand moving to his blaster which sat on the table nearby.

It sounded like a speeder.

Din was so far out of town and away from the usual roads between here and the Mandalorian camp, so it was rare to get anyone just ‘passing by’.

Getting quickly to his feet and placing the gun into its holster at his waist, he strolled through the door that led out into the yard where Grogu was playing. 

From here he had a good view of the path that led down to his home.

He saw his son look up from what he was doing to watch, as a small battered landspeeder juddered down the road towards them.

At first, Din presumed it would be someone he knew, come to see him. But as they hovered closer he noticed that this was no one he recognised.

The battered old speeder slowed to a stop a little way from his ship. His smart Naboo Starfighter seeming gigantic compared to this tiny vehicle. From here it looked ancient, with faded blue panelling on the outside. It had certainly seen better days that was for sure.

Nearby Grogu cooed, as Din’s hand tensed near to his blaster. Ever cautious of a stranger and what they might want from them.

But to his surprise, this stranger lifted off their visor revealing a length of loose, wavy hair, the colour of honey, and offered him a soft smile.

“Didn't realise there was anyone living out this far,” came the voice of the woman as she got to her feet, stepping from the landspeeder. “I never normally come this way, I was just trying to avoid a dust storm on my way back from Jawa territory”. 

She was clothed in a long light grey jacket that fell to the floor and an outfit of pale lilac beneath, practical for the bleaching dusty desert sands Din noted.

At her voice, Grogu got to his feet, waddling over towards the newcomer with interest.

The woman reached into the rear of the speeder and lifted the lid off a basket she had hooked onto the back.

“I’ve got fruit for sale, and homemade sweet bread, three different types,” she said in a carrying voice, revealing a bounty of colourful food beneath the cover. “You interested?”

Din noted that she was a little younger than he was, human, with kind eyes and a voice like bird song.

He had never lived anywhere long enough to be bothered by travelling salespeople, so the idea of someone calling to sell food at his doorstep felt novel. Quaint.

But right now this was not something he could afford. He would need to earn more credits for a luxury like this.

“Uh, we’re-” he began, but before Din could explain that they were not interested, Grogu had shuffled past him and made for the basket, bouncing up onto the speeder. And before the tall Manadalorian could do anything to stop him, he was already biting down onto a ripe horned melon greedily, the yellow juice spilling down his tiny chin.

“Oh,” uttered the woman in surprise, before blinking several times and giving a laugh, her entire face lighting up. “Where did you spring from, little guy?”

“Grogu!” scolded Din in a gruff voice, marching over, as the green child turned, taking a piece of dark sweet bread and shoving it into his mouth in one. “Grogu, stop!”

The woman laughed brightly, her golden hair tangling around her in the breeze,

“It’s fine, don't worry,” she said looking up at Din as he reached in and hurriedly pulled Grogu from the basket. “First sample’s on me.”

Grogu instantly whined, making grabby hands for the sweet delicacies over his father’s armoured shoulder.

“I’m sorry we don't have any money to pay you,” Din said, turning to the woman who merely smiled back.

She reached up and took one of Grogu’s clawed hands in hers, waggling it playfully.

“You must have that infamous Mandalorian sweet tooth,” said the woman gently, her eyes flicking quickly to Din, explaining- “The Manadalorians in the camp on the other side of the city are some of my best customers.”

Din stared at her through his helmet for a long moment, his eyes travelling over her face at this close proximity. 

She didn't look like someone from the Outer Rim. For someone who travelled through the harsh lava flats, on what sounded like an almost daily basis, she looked good. More than good…almost ethereal to him. Like a goddess. Like a mirage. Like a swirl of perfectly golden sand caught in a cool breeze.

Din internally shook himself, snapping himself from his daydream. All this, it was likely just the heat of the sun talking.

But the woman had already turned away from him, instead reaching into the basket before handing him a small piece of sweet bread wrapped in cloth.

“You can pay me next time,” she said kindly. “Cant have this little one going without now can we?”

Din could smell the sweet scent of the fruity cake, even through his helmet, as he took the food from her grasp and gave a nod.

“Thank you,” the Manadlorian uttered quietly,  as Grogu turned in his arms, reaching for the sweet bread excitedly. “You…uh…you live in the City?”

She gave a nod, as her honey coloured hair fluttered around her gently. “Yes. My name’s Lysa Kane.”

“Din Djarin,” the Mandalorian replied promptly. “And this is Din Grogu.”

The woman named Lysa Kane smiled, her marsh-coloured eyes meeting with his behind his helmet, despite her not realising it. “Good to meet you, Din Djarin and Din Grogu.”

She reached up and tickled Grogu under the chin, before turning and closing up her basket neatly and reaching for her visor.

Din took a big step backwards as she shot them both one last smile before pulling the visor over her head and hopping back into the landspeeder.

With a clack-clack-clack the speeder juddered to life and reversed shakily, before zooming quickly away.

Din continued to watch until Lysa and her landspeeder were just a speck on the dusty horizon, before glancing down at Grogu who was already munching his way through half the sweet bread in his hand.  

He placed his son gently to the floor, before standing up straight and lifting his helmet a little.

Continuing to watch the now empty horizon, he slowly lifted what was left of the cake in hand, and took a bite. 

Din Djarin gave a groan of pleasure at the taste, blissfully closing his eyes in satisfaction.

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[tetsunabouquet]

Knob zombie apocalypse au:

Whou do you think would survive till the very end and those who don't how would they die?

What weapons would they use?

Would they be in a group or alone? And if they where in a group what would their respective role be?

Who would take advantage of the apocalypse and sell weapons illegally?

KNB Zombie Apocalypse Headcanon

GOM, Light & Shadow pair + Hanamiya

Akashi

-Would survive -I don't see Akashi relying too much on weapons. I feel like Akashi will rely more on his brains and allies. -I see Akashi being the leader of a small, carefully selected group consisting out of his friends, and a few powerful allies who have connections to other, larger groups. Akashi's group is carefully hidden in the shadows of the chaos. -Akashi would sell weapons through those powerful allies, and would gift his friends weapons for free. If there was just one gun left and Akashi had the option to give it to a friend without weapons or sell it, he'd give it to his friend in a heartbeat. He wouldn't leave his loved ones unprotected and run off with the money. (at least, his original personality wouldn't. His emperor personality might chose survival at all costs and deem the money as more important).

Midorima

-Would probably survive -I see Midorima rather as one of the guys trying to research for a cure. -So he definitely does work with a group of highly protected scientists (obviously it's Akashi's money keeping them and the facility safe). -Midorima wouldn't sell weapons, naturally. Neither would he use the cure for the rich elite only in some kind of evil scientist dystopian scheme.

Kise

-Gets killed -His number fangirls are a serious liability during a zombie apocalypse, let's be real. He'll have fallen prey to them pretty quickly. -Definitely tried to join a group of his friends before the fangirls descended upon them. A few Kaijo players died that day, not just Kise. -Kasamatsu survives and will avenge his team members, and whilst he'll avenge Kise too he'll also curse Kise's memory for getting the guys killed.

Murasakibara

-I can see Murasakibara sticking to one other person to rely on, not a group. -Will get killed eventually -Won't be noticed immediately, his demeanor itself is so relaxed and slow a zombie or two might confuse him for their own kind, giving Murasakibara the chance to get away several times when he suddenly runs away on high speed. -Eventually gets killed because of stupid, silly reason. Like getting into a brawl with a zombie after production of candy has ceased and the zombie accidentally stepped on the first piece of candy Murasakibara would come across after three months of not getting ANY. -Would have been too lazy to take advantage of the apocalypse.

Aomine

-Travels in a small group of his friends as their primary fighter -Becomes a zombie himself -He will have sacrificed himself, gun blazing like an action hero in a swarm of zombies. -Partially because he cares, but also because he kinda wants to look cool and have that 'heroic sacrifice' thing going on if most people are going to die anyway. -Would have been buying the weapons, not selling them. I can kind of see Aomine hoarding weapons actually.

Kagami

-He'll have at least gathered the entire Seirin team around himself, if not even more people. -He'll definitely be one of the guys fighting at the forefront of the group. -Gets killed -Self-sacrificially, but unlike Aomine he's zero ego-driven about it. Kagami just genuinely wants his friends to survive no matter what. -Wouldn't be taken advantage of the apocalypse, and I can also see him having acquired a weapon or two (but nothing compared to Aomine's arsenal or Akashi's weapons supply).

Kuroko

-Travels alongside Kagami and the others -Mostly helps medically (a big portion of this is keeping the coach from being a nurse as considering her poisonous cooking skills I wouldn't trust her with medicine dosages either). -Survives the apocalypse simply because his escape rate is a perfect 100%. -His invisibility in a group setting is going to be a life saver. -Wouldn't take advantage of the apocalypse at all.

Hanamiya

-He works mostly alone, but he does have connections to people he can trust during the apocalypse -Dies near the very end of the apocalypse -He'll eventually end up underestimating the current changing climate of the apocalypse approaching its climax and make a fatal mistake. -Definitely takes advantage of the apocalypse. From undergrouns weapon distributions to having a hand in fake cures running rampant across black markets with desperate people buying his scam products, Hanamiya is one of the typical bad guys who's evil empire implodes on him before peace finally returns to the masses in the form of the cure.

[uni-writes-things]

Whumptober Day 4: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing| “What happened to me?”

The chain had been travelling for awhile, fighting monsters non-stop, and had just taken a well-deserved break at an inn in the champion’s Hyrule. Some of them were napping, utterly exhausted, and injured. While others were going around town and buying supplies, or simply exploring. Wild had stayed behind at the inn, relaxing on one of the beds, arms tired. The cook had done a lot of archery during the many battles fought. He had lit a candle, one that was scented to smell like what Flora called ‘Vanilla’ which the cook did not know was a thing. He took a deep breath and sniffed the good-smelling air, pleasantly surprised by the amazing smell. Flora had such good taste, he thought. He recalled the exact moment.

-/-

They were out in a field, the sun shining bright and Flora was examining the plant life and insects, desiring to find out more about the world that she lived in. “Oh look, Link! Is that…” She had called, searching the blades of grass for whatever she had set her eyes on.

Wild had made a noise of acknowledgement, waiting patiently for the researcher to find the thing.

“Ah, I was mistaken.” Flora sighed sadly.

“What did you see?” Wild had asked, curious.

“Well I thought I saw a vanilla plant, but it was just a flower. I seem to have lost the image of it.” Flora mused.

“Vanilla? What is that?” Wild tilted his head, genuinely confused.

“Link you…sorry. It’s a plant that was often used in baking and more, but it had only grown before the Calamity. It had died out during the time the Calamity rampaged, but at that point no one was concerned for the little plants. According to Purah, everybody sort of forgot that vanilla had existed, it had been scratched from all the recipes somehow. Hylians today, have created candles with the scent of vanilla. Or what researchers think it to be. See, they have only been able to replicate what the books say about the smell but a lot of books had been damaged. So of course there are probably some errors in the smell, but I still think it is incredible that our generation has been able to even create such a wonderful smell through reading a book. Even if it may not be accurate, it still smells great. I want to accomplish something as great as this in the future Link, and with the help of Purah and her spectacular research team, we might be able to create more advanced technology. Isn’t that just wonderful?” Flora explained, grinning.

Wild had simply nodded, fascinated with the ramblings she had just shared. “The question is, how much could we accomplish in the future with more technology? What could we possibly do?” He added on.

“Exactly! I hope to work on this after all the rebuilding is finished. Which will be years, but maybe I’ll have learned many more things by then.” Flora beamed.

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The champion sighed. At the time he hadn’t imagined he would be going on another adventure. Oh how wrong he was. Wild took a deep breath, the vanilla smell still enveloping him. If it was even vanilla, he reminded himself. Something came over him, and he thought over what Flora had said.

“It had died out during the time the Calamity rampaged, but at that point no one was concerned for the little plants.”

And then guilt came. For reasons, Wild didn’t know. Maybe it was the reminder his brain had just given him that he had failed. Maybe it was the fact that whenever he felt guilt over something, it stuck to him, its grip never failing to keep him. Even a sliver of guilt could drag him down into a deep abyss, the champion inevitably doomed to the endless thoughts about his past failures.

The cook couldn’t help but wonder what other plants and possibly animals had been erased because of the Calamity. The Calamity he had let run free across Hyrule. Wild’s thoughts trailed to the many families lost because of him.

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“If you don’t train hard enough, the Calamity will succeed in destroying the land. I imagine you don’t want that. Your family will be the first ones fed to the beast if you fail.”

Link nodded stiffly.

“And that is becoming more of a likelihood considering your presentation in battle. Your efforts have been in vain recently, and I will not stand for it young man.” The captain grabbed Link by the collar, glaring at him threateningly.

Link didn’t dare struggle, if he did, he could anger the captain more. Instead he hung in the captain’s grasp, staring straight into those emerald eyes.

“You have a week to get yourself together. I am to present your progress to the King soon, and I cannot be disgraced by the supposed hero. Remember what is at stake if you fail to meet the expectations of those around you. You will train every hour at the day, with little rest and you will only be served food if you do well enough during training. Am I clear?”

Link nodded once more, face stubbornly impassive, but tears pricking at his eyes.

“Good. Now go young man, and show me what you’ve got.” The captain hissed, and threw Link to the ground.

Link pulled out his sword and braced himself for the torture that was about to come. _______

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Link parried each blast with determination, standing in front of the princess. She had never been that kind, but Link could not fail his kingdom. There was his loved ones depending on him. The red guardians, that were once peaceful, shot blast after blast at the two Hylians. “I can’t believe they’ve turned against us.” Zelda announced, voice wavering as the situation unfolded.

One more blast threw him off to the side causing the hero to spit dirt out of his mouth, injured. “LINK?” Zelda cried out.

Link got up anyway and pulled out the sacred Master Sword, ready to risk everything. Suddenly, it wasn’t about his duty. Suddenly it was about Zelda, and her frantic face and ruined dress. Giving a battle cry he slashed at the guardian, until he felt something pierce his chest. Gasping for air he stumbled to his knees, watching as many more guardians crawled around. “Link, save yourself! Go! I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.” Zelda promised, laying her hands on his shoulders.

“Run!”

But Link refused to leave her. He would be a coward, and a liar if he did. So instead he stood up, stumbling back at the overwhelming pain it caused him, but managed to stay upright. A guardian, its blue eye piercing through him, began to aim at Link, a red dot pointed at his head. Link supposed if this was how he was going to die, at least he was protecting the princess.

“NO!”

Zelda.

Link had witnessed a golden light envelop everything, a soothing feeling sinking into his bones. Everything felt so heavy as he dropped to the ground, feeling numb. His vision was drifting, the last thing he saw that fateful day was Zelda’s shocked and tear-stricken face before everything went to black.

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Back at the present time Wild had crashed to the ground, the memories slamming into him.

What was that first memory?

When was this?

Who was his captain?

Why was he training?

Why had he let that jerk of a captain boss him around?

What was at stake exactly?

The cook let out a shaky sob, the last memory also replaying in his head. It had been so long since he had that memory. He had finally escaped that horrible image, until now.

“Wild, there’s—…Wild?”

Said Hylian looked up to see the one and only Twilight, standing over him, concern clear in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Wild responded. Even that sounded weak. “Are you okay?” Twilight asked.

“M’fine…” Wild muttered.

“Cub, don’t lie to me please. What happened?” Twilight requested.

Wild looked up to his mentor, and softened.

“I got a memory again…” He admitted.

“Oh? Was this one like the others?” Twilight questioned, taking a seat next to the champion.

“No, it had more meaning. And I got the memory of my death again too…I don’t know why…” Wild broke off, stifling another sob.

Twilight wrapped his arms around the champion. “I’m sorry. Let it all out Link.”

Wild let out a few weak breaths before breaking down.

Twilight had just accepted it, letting tears soak his tunic, and cries fill his ears.

Wild didn’t know why the rancher had allowed it, but he kept on crying despite the shame he was feeling.

What had happened to him?

[november-rayne]

Chapter Thirty-One: The Wedding

Summary: There are wedding bells ringing in Asgard! The big day has finally arrived.

Word Count: 5200

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

“I said good morning, Your Highness. Happy wedding day!”

Loki blinked at his maid as the sound of those words tumbled around in his head without meaning. Slowly, his mind caught up to his body, and the realization set in.

‘I get married today.’

What had always been an obscure notion, some far-off concept that never applied to him, was now impending. In a matter of hours, he would make vows, changing the direction of his life. Breaking up the pavement of the road he thought he would travel and sending him down a path that he had scarcely paid any mind to.

‘My wedding is today.’

A day that seemed distant into the future was now here. ‘Wedding day’ had just been a term people would use in conversation with him, asking if he was looking forward to his wedding day, what would he wear on his wedding day, or, have these projects finished by the wedding day. But today was his wedding day. Now it was real, and now it was tangible. The wedding day had arrived from its far-off place.

The weeks leading up to today had been relaxed, relatively speaking. Getting fitted for his wedding clothes felt like any other appointment with his tailor. Deciding on a new apartment and picking out furniture with Sigyn had been quick and easy.  Picking out Sigyn’s ring and buying her wedding presents was fun for him. But now, the day had dawned. He was suddenly filled with nervous energy.

He was sweating for no reason and asked Margit to open all the windows, despite the early morning nip in the air. He paced around his empty apartment like a caged animal until it was time to meet his mother for breakfast. Loki could not concentrate on their conversation, causing the Queen to repeat herself several times. She encouraged him to eat, but his jittery stomach persuaded him otherwise. He consumed only a few cups of strong tea and some toasted bread.

Frigga held both of his hands in hers and tried to calm him to no avail. She dismissed him with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, sending him off so they could start their preparations.

He returned to his chambers to find a team of people waiting for him. His hair was washed and trimmed, and his eyebrows were tidied up. His feet were soaked and scrubbed, and his toenails were cut and buffed. He bathed himself, needing a few minutes alone to try and calm his nerves.

After he dragged himself from the bathtub, he inspected his body in the mirror. The deep gouges were now faint narrow lines. The bruises were mostly gone, apart from a stubborn few. He rolled his shoulder and felt no resistance. His ribs still hurt, but the pain was more tolerable with each passing day. Broken bones needed time to mend themselves, even for a God.

After donning a robe, he was instructed to sit at a narrow table. A man started on the braids in his hair as a woman worked on his hands, pushing back his cuticles, and filing his nails. He sat with his eyes closed.

To an outsider, the prince would appear haughty and aloof, sitting there not paying attention to the people serving him. But in reality, the rhythmic pulling and tugging on his scalp had lulled him into a calm meditation. He did not allow himself to think ahead of this moment. He focused solely on the sensation of the physical touch of the woman as she massaged oils into each nail bed and the man as he created the plaits so deftly.

When the woman had finished, he felt her thumbs trace his knuckles, then give his hands a soft lingering squeeze under the guise of checking her work before she gathered her supplies and left. Loki smirked internally but kept his face neutral as he recalled the countless times he had caught Sigyn staring at his hands.

The man finished with his hair and held up a mirror for approval. Loki turned his head back and forth, admiring the artistry and skill. Three plaits of varying width on each side, with small gold rings strategically braided in. A thick braid started at his forehead and went to his crown, which was tied off with a strip of leather, creating a ponytail that blended in with the rest of his hair that was left loose.

“Impressive work.” Loki nodded to the man. “I am very pleased.”

A large smile broke across the man’s face. “Thank you, Your Highness.” He bowed as Loki stood and stretched. That had taken longer than he realized.

The prince was offered a light lunch, which he picked at, taking just a few bites of everything; his nerves slowly returning.

When his brother entered, he sat pushing his food around on his plate with his fork. His tailor and a few servants followed him.

“Aye, Brother! Happy wedding day!” He slapped his shoulder as he took the seat next to him. Stealing a roll from the platter on the table, he said, “I am sorry I am late.”

“I have been getting ready for hours. Have you just gotten out of bed?”

“Of course not. I had a bath before I came over.” He looked his brother over, “Wicked braids. Are you naked?”

“Get off of me.” Loki slapped his hand away before he could push his robe aside. “I am getting ready to get dressed.” Thor gave him a grin as he chewed.

“Should I even ask why you are late? Your stupid grin gives you away.” Loki could not help but smile. His older brother’s mere presence instantly improved his nervous tension.

“I had an unexpected visitor when I returned to my chambers last night. She was intent on disturbing my rest.”

Loki pushed his collar aside, “And marking her territory, it seems.”

“What?” Thor dumped the remainder of the rolls unceremoniously onto the table, holding the silver platter up to study his reflection. A bluish-purple bloom was peeking out over his collar. “Oh, that little… I suppose I deserved that. Mother will have my hide.”

“Relax, Brother.” Loki touched the love bite with his finger, and it faded away with a green shimmer. “There. That little illusion should keep you out of trouble for a few hours.”

Thor studied his reflection, “Thank you, Brother. You are a lifesaver.”

“Excuse me, Your Highness. We must start dressing you now to remain on schedule.” The tailor’s assistant curtsied in front of the table.

Loki nodded to her silently, swallowing thickly.

“Hey, look at me.” Thor put his hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. We are headed to a party! Parties are nothing to fret about. We just have to get this pesky little ceremony out of the way first.”

Loki laughed, “Right. I will try to keep that in mind.”

oOXOo

Thor sat to have his hair braided as Loki was dressed. The ensemble was well-made and beautiful without being grandiose. He did not want to compete with his bride for attention. Sturdy black leather boots that stopped just below the knee. Trousers of black leather with dark green panels down the sides. They were not skin-tight, but they did an excellent job of accentuating the shape of his butt and highlighting his muscular thighs.

His waistcoat was made from the same supple black leather. It was embellished with forest green trim. The coat was indeed where the tailor’s skill was put on display.

The leather and metalwork were the finest Loki had ever seen. The coat was long and buttonless with a high neck and modest lapels, black leather with dark green embellishments. It enhanced the prince’s narrow waist and strong shoulders. Gold metal epaulets on each shoulder matched the gold vambraces on his forearms. The tailor’s apprentice fastened a sweeping forest green cape to his shoulders.

Loki stood and admired his reflection in the full-length mirror. His tailor was at his side, running his hands over the leather, searching for any imperfections. There were none.

“Very well done. I could not be more pleased.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” He motioned to a large ornate box on the table, “Shall we finish off the look?” Loki nodded and sat in the chair Thor had just exited.

A special coronet was crafted for the occasion. It was solid gold and open at the top. It was made so that the bulk of the crown was in front, covering the forehead as pieces on the side came down under his cheekbones from his temples. The back was thin, easily hidden under his hair, his intricate braids still displayed. Two horns on the front curved up to mimic the look of his helmet.

Loki stood again and regarded his reflection once the final touch was added. He was turning his head from side to side and running his hands down his chest.

“Baby Brother…” Loki caught Thor’s gaze in the mirror. He was shaking his head in disbelief. “You have never looked better.”

Loki turned to thank him and looked Thor over.

“And look at you. You do clean up nicely.”

“Ah, thank you. But I don’t know how you all go about with sleeves every day.” Thor traded his usual sleeveless tunics for a proper coat and vest today. He rolled his shoulders and swung his arms. “So constricting.”

“I promise you can ditch the coat as soon as Father starts the feast.”

“I am looking forward to it.” They regarded each other quietly for a moment. “Are you ready?”

Loki heard the double meaning in his question.

“I am ready.”

oOXOo

The pair of princes made their way to the front entrance of the palace. The King and Queen met them shortly after, dressed in their finery, crowns in place.

They had planned to all ride together to the venue in the King’s most opulent coach. It was gold and gleaming in the afternoon sun at the base of the stairs. The horses tasked with pulling said coach were adorned with ceremonial bridals and blankets, their manes and tails braided. Large golden feathered headpieces glittered under the bluebird sky.

Flagbearers hoisting the House of Odin sigils and rows of Einherjar on horseback were waiting to follow.

No stranger to the pomp and circumstance or the splendor the palace could display, Loki paused as he stood in the courtyard. The scene that surrounded him caused a lump to form in his throat. The entirety of the palace staff and their families had come out to see them off. Cheering wildly as the family of four made their way across the courtyard. He heard chants of his name, and they were tossing handfuls of flower petals as he passed.

He could not help but smile wide when he spotted Margit and her family at the front of the crowd. She had changed out of her uniform, her long silver hair undone from her usual bun. Standing beside her husband, she had a grandchild clinging to her skirt. Loki winked and waved at her. She beamed at him, a look of pride lighting up her face.

He gave one last wave to the crowd before climbing into the coach behind his family. The footman secured the door, and they were off.

“What a lovely send-off,” Frigga said as she fixed her skirts. “And you boys look so handsome.”

Loki could only nod in response.

He was quiet the entire ride out of the city, staring out the window, watching the faces of the citizens who had lined the streets as they passed. He would occasionally raise his hand to wave from behind the glass.

At one point he glanced over and caught his father watching him. A gentle smile rested on Odin’s lips. Loki could feel the unspoken affection.

The princes were not unaware that each of their parents had a favored son, but it was always nice to be reminded that they were still loved by the other. At this moment, Frigga was stroking Thor’s hair with one hand and patting the top of his hand with the other, speaking in hushed tones about something.

Loki returned his father’s smile and then continued to watch the cheering crowds. The city streets slowly melded into suburban lanes, then country roads. The road meandered through a dense forest; the ancient trees blocked out the sun.

When the coach finally reached the other side of the forest, the enormous stone amphitheater loomed large on the horizon. Pavilions and tents of varying sizes and colors had been erected in the fields. Merchants had set up temporary stalls, selling food and drink to the thousands of people who had come from miles around to watch the ceremony.

People started running to the road when the sound of pounding hoofs announced their approach. Loki wanted to smile and wave to the people, but the sight of the venue had started a hurricane of butterflies in his stomach. Thor noticed his brother’s quick change in demeanor.

“Hey, Brother?” Loki looked at him, almost startled to hear his voice. “Just a little bit closer to that party, right? Not much longer before we put a major dent in Father’s stock of mead, yeah?”

He relaxed a bit at the levity. Odin and Thor started bantering about who could drink more, as Frigga was trying to gently remind them to be on their best behavior.

The gates opened for them, and their coach made its way to the back of the amphitheater, where they would finish their ride and go in the back entrance, out of the view of the people. The Royal family was escorted to a room under the stands. They were given snacks and drinks and the once-over by the wedding planners to ensure they looked just as pristine as they did when they stepped out of the palace.

Loki could hear the sound of hundreds of voices talking at once as guests were starting to file into their seats. Thor convinced him to sit and quit pacing, but he turned down the food offered. He asked for the hundredth time if Thor still had the ring, and Thor laughed as he patted his breast pocket in confirmation.

After what seemed like an eternity but was, in actuality, only twenty minutes, the crowds outside the gates erupted in another round of screams and cheers. “That must be the bride and her family arriving.” One of the planners mentioned to another as she checked the watch hanging from the chain on her belt. “Right on time.”

Loki could sit no longer. He had to get up and move. The windowless room started causing him to feel claustrophobic. “Can we move to the altar now?” he asked the woman with the clipboard, standing by the door.

“Apologies, Your Highness, not quite yet. Her Ladyship and her family are being escorted to the room across the hall to freshen up from their journey. We cannot risk having you crossing paths before the ceremony begins.”

“Of course not.” Loki released a deep breath, “Bad luck and all that. I understand.”

Loki’s heart started pounding in his chest as he heard Sigyn’s laughter on the other side of the door. He made out the words ‘Papa, behave. Rina, do not encourage him…’ before the door closed behind her.

Shortly after, there was a tap on their door, and they were led into the hall. Loki stared at the door across from theirs. His love was in there. She made the journey. She had not had a change of heart; she did not flee. She was mere feet from him. He wanted to open the door and lay eyes on her, but he would have to settle for the sound of her muffled voice through the thick wooden door.

“Let us move to the exit.” Thor put his hand on Loki’s back.

“Just a second.” The planner gasped as Loki put his hand flat on Sigyn’s door. “I am not going to open it.” He reassured her, then he heard Sigyn stop talking.

“Loki, is that you?” Her voice was closer to the door now. “You decided to show up after all?”

“I told you, only my untimely death would keep me away. You look beautiful, sweetling.”

“Norns, Loki! Can you see me?”

“No.” he smiled, “You are always beautiful.”

“Don’t you dare make me cry.”

“They are telling me I must go now. I will see you soon.”

“Yes, see you soon,” her voice tight with emotion.

oOXOo

The ancient stone arena was built around an even more ancient marble monolith. The enormous pillar rose out of the ground, high into the air. The entirety of the vertical slab was covered from top to bottom in ancient runes. It was one of the most mysterious places in Asgard, as the site's existence predated history. The site was where the most sacred ceremonies were held, either under the sun during the day or under the stars at night.

Flat stone pavers circled the monolith. A blanket of lush green grass circled the pavers. Paths from the tunnels leading out from under the structure led to the center, where the ancient slab served as an altar.

Boughs of fragrant flowers were everywhere, draped over every portico, hanging from the pews, and running along each side of the paths leading to the altar. An arch of twisted branches and vines was constructed for today’s event and erected in front of the monolith. Wisteria hung from everything, making the whole venue feel ethereal.

Once the stands were full of Asgardian citizens, The invited guests and family members were ushered into the center of the arena to stone pews in the grass facing the altar.

Finally, the ceremony could begin.

As the music started, Loki took several deep breaths to steady himself.

The officiant in his ceremonial garb headed to the altar first, followed by Loki, flanked by the King and Queen. Hushed exclamations of excitement rushed through the crowd, leaving the cheers and shouts for outside of the sacred space. Loki bowed to his parents as they took their seats. He waited under the arch with his hands clasped together behind his back. He watched intently as Thor escorted Kaarina out of the tunnel and down the path toward the altar.

Kaarina looked radiant. She was dressed in the colors of Sigyn’s house. Her silver skirts fluttered around her ankles, and the bodice was black brocade with silver and emerald-green embroidery creating intricate patterns of leaves and flowers. A braid at each temple met on the back of her head, and they were secured with a silver barrette encrusted with emeralds. The rest of her golden blonde hair flowed down her back in waves.

Thor patted Loki’s back as he took his place beside him, beaming with pride. The music changed, and everyone rose to their feet. Loki fought to maintain his composure. His legs were trembling beneath him, his breaths were shallow, and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. 

And then he saw her. She was flanked by her parents as she exited the tunnel.

Loki’s hand flew up to cover his gaping mouth. His knees threatened to buckle. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

She was stunning.

The sight of her took his breath away. Her dress was all white except for the lace that trimmed the off-the-shoulder neckline and covered the bodice. The lace was silver and gold with emerald-green patterns woven in. The dress was fitted from her chest to below her hips, where it fluted out gently like an upside-down calla lily. A semi-opaque white cape flowed from the lace neckline and swept the ground several feet behind her. The radiant aura of her element pulsed from her like a heartbeat.

Her thick dark hair was braided on each side and joined at the base of her skull to combine and create an elaborate knot of plaits. Delicate baby’s breath was tucked into her chignon on the back of her head. Her elegant neck and shoulders were unobstructed from view on all sides. She carried a small bouquet of greenery and simple baby’s breath bound with a thin golden ribbon. 

Loki’s heart stuttered in his chest when she lifted her gaze from her feet to look into his eyes and smile at him. Her lips were rouged a sultry red, and she had lined her upper eyelids with black kohl, making her emerald eyes and thick black lashes stand out even more.

A wide smile broke across his face. All his nervousness and trepidation instantly vanished, and he was filled with an immense feeling of joy.

Thor touched Loki’s shoulder and spoke close to his ear. “The loveliest in all the Nine, Brother.”

“Yes, Brother. And I am the luckiest in the Nine.” Loki ran his hand over his mouth to his chest, never taking his eyes off her.

As she got closer, he noticed a subtle iridescent shimmer from the mica powder dusted on her collarbones and the tops of her cheeks. She honestly looked like something from a dream, otherworldly and enchanting.

Sigyn and her parents bowed and curtsied to the King and Queen and then to the princes. Lord Anderson clasped Loki’s hand and gave it a single firm shake. Loki bowed in turn as His Lordship slipped Sigyn’s hand into Loki’s outstretched palm, handing over his only daughter to the second Prince of Asgard. He wiped a single tear from his cheek with his thumb as he led his wife to their seats across the aisle from Loki’s parents.

Sigyn passed her bouquet to Kaarina then Loki took both of her hands in his. Facing each other, she arched an eyebrow and shook her head as she ran her eyes up and down his form. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her breathless but settled for a slow kiss to her knuckles instead.

The intoxicating citrus scent of her skin mingled with the heady aroma of the surrounding flowers made Loki’s head spin. Could someone die of elation? He felt like he was halfway to Valhalla.

The music faded out, and the murmurs and excited whispers died down as the officiant raised his hand to the crowd.

“Esteemed citizens of Asgard, respected guests, honored family; His Majesty the King welcomes you to this blessed event. We are all gathered here, under the watchful eye of the Nornir, to join His Royal Highness, Prince Loki, son of His Majesty, the King, Odin the Allfather, Protector of the Nine Realms, in divine matrimony to Her Ladyship Sigyn, daughter of His Lordship Erik Anderson, Warden of the North, decorated General in the Army of Asgard. Please be seated.”

The Celebrant opened the ancient-looking book to a page marked with an ornate ribbon. “It is our intention today to unite these two young people into a sacred union, to unite their houses, to bring two families into one. His Majesty has deemed this unity valuable, and we ask that the Nornir bless this couple as they begin a life together as husband and wife...”

Readings followed the opening statements, followed by songs sung by a choir, more readings, more singing, prayers to the Norns, more singing, and more readings. Loki and Sigyn would make eye contact and try to suppress smiles during the solemn readings, gentle finger squeezing back and forth when specific passages resonated with one of them.

After what felt like hours, it was time for the handfasting.

Three cords to symbolize the three Nornir: a cord of blue representing fidelity, a cord of green representing fertility, and a cord of red representing love were braided together. A young woman dressed in a ceremonial sheath and a crown of vines wrapped the braided cords around each of their wrists and tied a knot tightly in the center, binding them together.

The officiant held one hand over the knot and instructed Sigyn to recite her vows. She looked deep into his eyes.

“Loki, I freely choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day of my life. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, and grow with you. I vow to be your wife and partner in all of life’s adventures. Loving what I know of you and trusting you, I give you my hand. I give you my love. And I give you my body. I give you myself: the good, the bad, and everything in between.

“I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own. I vow to protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection.

“I love you wholeheartedly, with a passion that cannot be expressed in words, only kisses.” She bit her lip, and Loki and the rest of the crowd chuckled. “I promise to be your faithful and loving wife for as long as I live.”

Loki’s heart swelled to bursting. Tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. He never dreamed this day would come. He never knew a love like this. He squeezed her fingers and took a deep breath.

“Sigyn…” Overcome with emotion, he had to stop and clear his throat. “Sigyn, your love gives me hope where I had none before. Your smile gives me joy. You make me a better man. When I am with you, everything else fades into the background. You flood my senses. You are my greatest gift. You are my life. You are the strength I never knew I needed and the happiness I never knew I lacked.

“I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to support your dreams and ambitions. You will make this world such a wonderful place to raise our children.

“You are everything I never knew I wanted. Forever with you is not enough, but I vow to make the most of every moment from this day forward. Today I join my life to yours, not simply as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your biggest supporter. Today I give you my heart, my mind, and my body. Take what you need from me. I offer it freely. I vow to remain your faithful husband and love you from now until the day I die.”

Sigyn’s lip quivered. She swallowed thickly as a single tear slid over her cheek.

The officiant placed his hand on the knot, and a white glow emanated from his touch. Using his seiðr, he removed the cords from their wrists with the knot intact and handed it to Thor.

“The rings.” The officiant collected the rings from Kaarina and Thor. “Lady Sigyn, place this ring on his finger and repeat after me: I, Sigyn, daughter of Erik...”

“I, Sigyn, daughter of Erik…”

“do freely choose this man to be my husband. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“do freely choose this man to be my husband. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Lady Anderson sobbed into her handkerchief.

“Your Highness, place this ring on her finger and repeat after me. I, Loki, son of Odin…”

“I, Loki, Son of Odin...”

“do freely choose this woman to be my wife. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“do freely choose this woman to be my wife. With this ring, I thee wed.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, good people of Asgard, let it be known; the vows have been made, and the knot has been tied. What the Norns have brought together, let no one break apart. By the power vested in me, by His Majesty the King, under the watchful eyes of the Nornir, and in the shade of Yggdrasill, I pronounce you husband and wife. Your Highness, you may now kiss your bride.”

Loki placed one hand on the side of her face and dried her cheek with his thumb before leaning over and kissing her lips softly. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him as thousands of people stood and applauded. He slid his hand to the back of her head and pressed into her. She parted her lips for him, and his tongue gently greeted hers. Sigyn wrapped her arms around his chest, raised onto her toes, and deepened the kiss. Loki’s other arm snaked around her body, and he bent his knees and lifted her off the ground. Her feet dangled a few inches from the pavers.

The officiant raised his hand to the crowd and cleared his throat. The applause tapered off. He cleared his throat again. Thor nudged Loki in the back, “Save some for later.”

Loki broke their kiss, “Huh?... Oh, right.”

They righted themselves, and Sigyn took her bouquet back from Kaarina.

Odin rose from his spot in the audience. The officiant bowed as the King reached the arch and took his place. “Congratulations, my son.”

Loki bowed, “Thank you, Father. For everything.”

Odin turned to Sigyn, “Welcome to my family, my dear.” She made to curtsey, but the king pulled her into a warm embrace and spoke softly into her ear. “Thank you for being so good for my son. I know I am a poor substitute for your own father, but I intend to treat you as if you were one of my own children.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” She patted his back with her hand.

“Please, you may call me Father if you like.”

At a loss for words, she just nodded.

Odin released her and motioned for a page to come forward with a shiny lacquered box in his hands. “Please kneel.”

With a hand from Loki, Sigyn knelt before the King. Her breath caught in her throat when he opened the box, and she saw the glittering tiara inside. It was dainty, solid gold, encrusted with hundreds of diamonds and emeralds in an ornate pattern. He placed the circlet on her head and motioned for her to stand.

“Good people of the realm, it is my honor to present to you for the first time, Her Royal Highness, Princess Sigyn of Asgard.”

Thunderous applause erupted all around the arena. Sigyn’s mother was sobbing uncontrollably. Her father stoically wiped tears from his cheeks. Frigga dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief.

Sigyn waved to the gathered crowd. Loki watched her in awe. She was every bit a princess, already adored by the people. He slipped his hand around her waist under her cape, squeezing her hip, and pulled her closer to his side.

“How are you faring, wife?” He spoke close to her ear so she could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

“I am overflowing with happiness, husband.” She tilted her face to him so he could kiss her lips.

“Oh Princess, there are so many more good things yet to come.”

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[beth-is-rainpaint]

What They Were Fighting For

by @beth-is-rainpaint​

Chapter: 9/10

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Categories: F/M, Gen

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Leo Fitz & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson & Leo Fitz, Leo Fitz & Melinda May, Leo Fitz & Agent Piper, Enoch & Leo Fitz, Enoch & Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Deke Shaw, Leo Fitz & Deke Shaw & Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Bobbi Morse, Leo Fitz & Lance Hunter

Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Agent Piper (Marvel), Flint (Marvel), Melinda May, Daniel Sousa, Enoch (Marvel), Deke Shaw, Alya (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter

Additional Tags: Background Dousy, background mackelena, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Post-Canon, Team as Family, background Huntingbird

Summary: Alya meets the rest of her family.

Conversations between Fitz, Jemma, and the team, set between seasons 5 & 6, toward the end of season 6, during their time on the Zephyr, and during and after the series finale.

Chapter 9 Snippet:

Enoch had planned to leave on a final, quick supply run two weeks before Alya’s due date, but then she’d been born two and a half weeks early. While they weren’t running dangerously low on supplies, they were definitely running low on variety.

Fitz hurried to the cargo bay, swiping a hand across his stinging eyes. He and Enoch made quick work of putting away the groceries, and he was assembling some cheese toasties for himself and Jemma when Enoch pulled what looked like a rolled-up piece of olive green cloth from one of the bags. “I nearly forgot. When I picked up the cables for the time drive, my contacts gave me this to give to my employees to congratulate them on the birth of their child.” He tilted his head. “Obviously they meant you and Jemma Simmons.”

“Obviously.” Fitz took the green cloth, which turned out to be a pair of baby pajamas patterned with little gray and white birds. Turning it over in his hands, he felt oddly unsettled by the otherwise innocuous and very cute pajamas. While Enoch could buy most of their supplies at stores and outposts on various planets, some of the things they needed—like cables compatible with a time-traveling device—were harder to find. So he’d had to find contacts who could find those things for him.

Read the rest on Ao3!

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

What do you think happened at those Career District Academy?

How do they volunteer being in the life/death games?

Do you think this is parallel in real life?

Thank you,

@curiousnonny

I have thoughts on this one, @curiousnonny...

So despite what I've written in a fic about the Career Academies in Districts 1 and 2, I don't think they actually exist as a formal academy. I believe it's only the movies that talk about a "special academy."

Here's the book explanation for the Careers:

"The exceptions are the kids from the wealthier districts, the volunteers, the ones who have been fed and trained throughout their lives for this moment. The tributes from 1, 2, and 4 traditionally have this look about them. It’s technically against the rules to train tributes before they reach the Capitol but it happens every year. In District 12, we call them the Career Tributes, or just the Careers. And like as not, the winner will be one of them." The Hunger Games Chapter 7.

Since it's technically illegal but everyone knows about it, I actually picture the training to be more individualized. In my head, what happens is that a child wanting to vie for a chance to become Victor from a Career district starts to train at home by imitating what they see on television, maybe sign up for some kind of martial arts training or team at school. D12 has wrestling, so it's not that far off that D1, 2, and 4 might offer a hand-to-hand martial arts team, even for much younger school students. Any kids showing aptitude might then seek out one of the already crowned Victors from their district to start hard core training them around the time they're about eleven or twelve. I do think that as they get closer to 18, there might be more formailized or group training to make sure that whichever kids wind up in the Games, they'll be able to work fairly well together as an alliance...but not TOO well. Can't have them coming to deeply care for one another, after all.

And there's this too:

"Rue’s pack holds my sleeping bag, her nearly empty water skin, a handful of nuts and roots, a bit of rabbit, her extra socks, and her slingshot. The boy from District 1 has several knives, two spare spearheads, a flashlight, a small leather pouch, a first-aid kit, a full bottle of water, and a pack of dried fruit. A pack of dried fruit! Out of all he might have chosen from. To me, this is a sign of extreme arrogance. Why bother to carry food when you have such a bounty back at camp? When you will kill your enemies so quickly you’ll be home before you’re hungry? I can only hope the other Careers traveled so lightly when it came to food and now find themselves with nothing." The Hunger Games Chapter 18.

Whatever they train for, it doesn't appear to be long term survival. The training seems to be focused on tactics, weaponry, and physical fitness. Katniss isn't surprised that the Careers basically take over the Cornucopia area and stock pile the supplies for them to live off of, which suggests that it's a fairly common strategy. Which also points to a focus more on how to kill quickly and efficiently, rather than on how to survive. What surprises her here is their lack of preparation for contingencies. Marvel has packed light for speed and agility. His goal is to win by killing other tributes, not outlast them.

As for how and why they might volunteer, I think we actually don't have to look much farther than tactics that certain militaries use to recruit. In particular, the US Marine Corps. If you sell the idea of honor, glory, and riches hard enough, if you frame the Victors from your District as a kind of elite brotherhood (Semper Fi Do Or Die; Once a Marine, Always a Marine), enough people will buy into it to fill your ranks. For years and years and years, the US Marine Corps had zero problems recruiting people into their ranks, and they did it using an ideology similar to what is sold to the Career Districts.

And since the Career Districts are more willing than the others to tow the Capitol line and reinforce the system, it turns into a cycle of reciprocity between them and the Capitol. The Career Districts uphold the idea of the Games for the Capitol and in return, their districts are far better taken care of. They do better in the Games in part because they are better taken care of, which brings more money and resources into their districts via the monthly gifts to the Victor's home districts and the amount of wealth the Victor's themselves are then able to pour into their home economy. Why shouldn't they view the Games as beneficial to them when the visible result when they compare themselves to a district like 12 is that they literally are better off and better for it. The Games benefit them.

Of course they've lost lots of tributes along the way, but this brings in another one of my headcanons for the Career Districts. I actually think that they'd have something like a reverse "widows and orphans" fund where there's a pool of money from the winning Victors that is used to take care of any family of tributes that died "honorably" in the Games. That would make it even harder to uproot the Capitol's hold on those Districts.

Now District 4... they rebel fairly early on and they are a Career District in the books. Why exactly that happens is one of the things I've always been extremely curious about. My best guess is that they haven't been part of the Career Districts as long as the other two, so the ideology isn't as deeply entrenched. Also it's possible that an awareness of or at least suspicion about what happens to Finnick after he's crowned, plus what happens to Annie, serves as a model to the people of D4 that actually... being a Victor sucks. Even in a Career District.

[jujuberry136]

Puppet History theories?

New puppet history dropped, the lore is increasing exponentially. Theories below the cut - anyone have additional or other ideas?

So, the Professor is back and not giving any explanation as to how he is here in the present and not dead, but there was some weirdness going on in the episode (prior to the post-credits scene):

The professor’s appearance is off. If you pause the screen at some of the side-by-sides in the early episodes, the Professor’s eyes are a different color and his fur seems much more washed out. I don’t buy that the Watcher team suddenly doesn’t know how to light their studio!

There’s a mysterious box that is hooked up to the theater that the Professor doesn’t want any questions on

For the first theater sketch, you can hear the Professor’s voice say “where does he keep those guys”. Definitely sketchy

The Professor won’t let Ryan touch him nor does he actually answer the question “are you a ghost?” While there may be some legitimate bad feelings with Ryan killing him last year, it does seem suspicious

The Professor has that “rest break” in the middle of the show where he just collapses for a few minutes and his voice definitely seems oddly amplified/doubled during periods of the show

There is a long conversation about meat and how much the Professor likes it, but previous all we knew about his eating habits was that he ate spiders and jelly beans. This is reiterated in the show’s intro, so it seems a bit odd that he’s now craving “flesh”

While there’s a reference to the complex victory algorithm in the main body of the show, but when Ryan is crowned the winner of the episode he doesn’t reference it directly - the Professor talks instead about tallying/counting points

There’s no victory trophy! Instead we have “Puppet Cream” that the Professor insists that Ryan apply immediately. The instructions also say it needs to be applied daily. The Professor claims this is due to supply chain issues... but it’s a real Buffalo Bill vibe going on when insisting that Ryan applies it

The show was nominally about hippo, but really focused in on the idea of imposters (and faking your death)... giving us a clue that not is all it seems?

Then there was the post-credit scene! We see that Ryan is suspicious at the Professor’s survival and doing some research, including going on a e-commerce site to bid on a lamp with an actual genie in it. Some clues from the screen:

Open tabs include: puppet necromancy, trophy supply chain, Chicxulub extinction, time travel methods, and blue man group (I guess even a mystery doesn’t stop Ryan’s love)

The Science Simp website has articles on:

What looks like the professor’s fossilized hat and glasses being found in Mexico; the article notes that’s like super weird

An article on what is known about the meteor that killed the dinosaurs (aka the Chicxulub extinction)

An article on how good holograms are now

A note on the Pope being jokerfied (an on-going joke about Ryan being jokerfied happened in early seasons)

When Ryan goes to bid on the lamp with the real genie, the description notes that it came from a local estate sale seemingly run by the devil and a three-headed demon

And then we have the same noise that was heard in the show being heard in the Watcher studio before we had that scene with the shelf of Professor plush toys (with the middle one’s eyes MOVING before the lights went out and they started glowing).

Theory time!

The “professor” we are seeing is actually an advanced hologram being powered by that box that has been added to the theater. The weird lighting, the weird voice effects, the “rest break” are all related to the hologram’s technical glitches, and that’s why he wouldn’t let Ryan touch him early in the episode. The hologram is being operated by the devil, who is now interested in further punishing Ryan.

The “puppet cream” could either either a getting a Buffalo Bill situation where the devil is prepping Ryan for hosting asmoedeus himself OR it could be a play on the idea of “puppet cream” since we’ve seen that the show can turn humans into puppets (aka, see how Ryan likes being a LITERAL puppet rather than the figurative puppet he was last season)

There are TWO professors - the Faux!professor seen during the main episode who is slightly off, who is some sort of imposter with an agenda and the real professor, who is working in the background of the show and the post-credits trying to foil these plans. The show had the story of the Black Panther taking on a false identity and going on a speaking tour of the United States - is this our in-universe parallel? Then there was also the post-credits scene of a Professor plush on the ground (that Ryan stepped on), but no immediate gap on the shelves of plush toys. There was, however, the plush in the middle shelf whose eyes moved as Ryan was exiting the building and then whose eyes GLOWED in the dark. This Professor looked slightly different from the others on the shelf - more like the Professor we know and love rather than merch! I think this is the true Professor who has made a new deal with a genie or found some other method of time travel (since his gear was fossilized, but not him!) and is working in the background to try to thwart this imposter.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - The Camden Yards

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

It's a perfect day to be at Camden Yards. The weather is gorgeous, we're playing the Yankees and I have a gorgeous, funny, sweet guy with me. He left my place before dinner last night, begging off to get some work done. I missed sleeping with him and hell, waking up with him but it was all good. Finnegan insisted on buying food, beer and snacks even though I told him they'd come around to the stands. He went a little bit overboard and I am balancing quite a bit on my lap. He bought himself a t-shirt after I turned the offer down and he's wearing it while munching on peanuts. We already had hot dogs and I am enjoying a very frothy beer.

"It's so cool from up here, I love the stadium."

"Ballpark. Not as old as Fenway or Wrigley but it's a gorgeous park. A bit small so there are lots of home runs which is always fun."

"Wait, they're not all the same size?"

"Nope, they just squeeze them into the city however they can."

"How is that fair?" he asks, more perturbed than I expected.

"It's not, darling but teams travel lots which evens it out a bit. The pitching mounds and bases are all the same, it's just the outfields that vary a little."

"Oh, that's better. There are so many people here. I know that sounds stupid because of course there are but it's different somehow being in here."

"Yeah, there's an energy. The game is about to start, you need anything else? Looks like you're well provisioned."

"I'm good, just tell me when to cheer," he teases.

"Any questions, just ask. You'll do fine."

We went over a few basic rules on the way here and it's just not that complicated of a game. Once you know how many outs there are and how many innings, you're halfway there if your goal is just to enjoy watching a game. We lost, unfortunately but Finnegan seemed to enjoy himself anyway and I did too. I actually offered to leave at the end of the sixth inning because there was no way we were going to pull ahead but Finnegan wanted to watch the entire thing. I didn't mind, it gave me more time to process my last beer.

"You should come back to my place," he offers.

I picked him up so I have to but I know what he means.

"Sounds good to me, Finnegan."

I am up for whatever is going to happen, whichever Finnegan I get.

He's very, I don't know how to put it because saying 'adult' seems condescending and I'm not sure whether or not he has the infamous 'headspace' I've read about or how he ebbs and flows. Still, I've gotten to the point that I can tell, almost by looking at him, what to expect and right now, it's not cute brief boy. The thing is that we're in public so he may change as soon as we're in the car or back at his place, I just don't know.

I have time to think as we join the mass of humanity and thread our way through the park and towards the car. I wish he'd talk more about it, open up, but none of my prying has done any good and I've learned to keep my mouth shut about it. The drive home is quiet, he mostly stares out the window and I follow him politely up to his door. He walks in, gives me enough room to close the door behind me and then stops, staring at me.

"Would you actually bottom, are you verse or were you just saying that?"

That kind of came out of nowhere.

"I'm verse. I'm happy to let you have your wicked way with me if you'd like."

"Like fifty-fifty or?"

Harder question.

"Uh, seventy-five-twenty-five maybe?"

"Wait, which one is the seventy-five?"

This is ridiculous.

"I prefer fucking, darling but if you want to I am more than happy to be fucked. Why? What's your preference?"

"I dated a bottom once and topped but eh, not my favorite. Too much work. We only lasted like two months."

That cracks me up but it's true, you'd think tops would be a dime a dozen but they're in shockingly rare supply.

"You're funny. Finnegan, how do you want this to go? We've sort of been all over the place so I don't want to assume."

"That's it exactly, I feel like I've been all over the place. It's not usually this complicated but you mess with my head a little bit. I'm not being bitchy, maybe it's a good thing but I sort of feel like my old routines don't work with you."

"Maybe we should stop talking about it and just see what happens" I say right before I kiss him.

He puts his hands around my neck, he loves playing in my hair and I grip his waist. We end up sort of heading for the couch and I decide right then and there that I'd like to put him over it.

"Wanna bend you over the couch."

"God, sounds good. Only thing it's good for, hard as a fucking rock."

"Yes, yes I am," I tease and he laughs.

He steps back just long enough for both of us to take off our shirts.

"Supplies, darling and a towel."

Don't want him coming all over the sofa.

"One second."

I watch his cute ass sashay into his bedroom and I hope he's getting rid of those pants because mine are coming off. I wonder if he'll fit kneeling over the back? Maybe leaning over is better. He's right, topping is hard.

"You're smiling. Where do you want me?"

I pull him against me, skin to skin and grab his ass, teasing his bud while I kiss his neck. He's already prepped, such a good little bottom and he moans sweetly when I slip a finger inside. He's stroking me, as if I need it and right now I hate condoms because I have to stop making his breath hitch like that and get myself ready. Once I'm lubed I reach for him, slicking his cock so that I can make him crazy later. He looks gorgeous bent over the couch, his head resting on one forearm while he slowly strokes himself with his free hand.

"Okay babe. Are you ready?" 

I've never called anyone that before but it feels good to me and he doesn't argue.

"Hmm. Please," he replies, opening beautifully as I slide inside.

I give him a few minutes to adjust and he lets me know when he's ready. He feels amazing and I pause when I'm fully seated, enjoying and appreciating the sensation of being squeezed by his sweet ass.

"Love a patient man, Emmett. Thank you."

"You feel so good, Finnegan. I want to take good care of you."

"Come on then. Show me what you've got."

And so I do.

[memo15g]

Scholarship/Orphanage Day 3 (7/19) | MiaChanel Nguyen (UCI)

Throwing on my Psyduck team t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I was excited for the day since visiting orphanages had been my favorite program during the earlier week of the mission trip. It was also a little bittersweet since it was our last day of official 15G activities. But, I was happy that 15G was close to being whole - almost everyone had recovered from COVID and was rejoining us from quarantine. I had missed their lovely faces a lot! Unsurprisingly, I had woken up late and, as a result, missed breakfast. But, after meeting downstairs in the lobby, Bao and I decided to each stuff half of a bánh mì from the hotel’s breakfast buffet into a napkin for the bus ride. It was accompanied by the usual daily morning coffee from Highlands provided by Thu (15G’s #1 coffee enthusiast, or perhaps addict…). Thank you, Thu! However, we were so hungry, we ended up devouring our breakfast-to-go before the bus even departed from the hotel…

We arrived at Trường Tình Thương Ái Linh and made our way down a narrow alley to reveal a group of young students sitting in neat rows awaiting our arrival. While waiting in line to hand out the scholarship backpacks, I waved at some students who shyly smiled and waved back. As the principal spoke to them and explained our visit, I was in awe at how well-behaved and polite the students were. I, then, heard something familiar that sent a wave of nostalgia over me. The principal used a call-and-response technique to signal the students to stand up and sit down: “Đất Ta, Ta Ngồi” and “Trời Ta, Ta Đứng”. For most of my childhood, I was a Vietnamese American Girl Scout and those phrases had been ingrained in my memory due to frequent use. I smiled, happy to share something (small but meaningful) with these students; it was a little piece of home felt in a faraway land.

We handed out the backpacks and supplies, and then watched a video that showcased the projects and courses they had completed the past year. It was wonderful to see the students joyfully learning in their STEM classes, gardening, participating in PE activities, and even graduating. I noticed Dr. Mary had gotten a little teary-eyed sitting next to me and I was honestly seconds away from joining her. I was proud and grateful that our annual fundraising efforts had helped support these students in advancing their education.

Afterwards, I immediately befriended a young girl named Tieu Loan as Avery and I sat amongst a circle of students. We did a bag tour, and they played with our sunglasses, lip glosses, fans, and my hand cream. We tied and braided each other's hair while taking plenty of silly selfies together. One of the girls took a liking to my flower hair clip that I had purchased from a temple in Sóc Trăng. She said that she had always wanted one, but never had the chance to buy one for herself. Since I had a matching pair, before we left, I snuck one clip in her hand - we’re now forever friends just an ocean apart. I was sad to say goodbye, but so thankful for all the memories we had made together that morning.

Above: Taking silly selfies with Tieu Loan & some other girls!

Above: Avery receiving a sweet goodbye kiss :(

Next, 15G traveled to Chùa Kỳ Quang. I was in awe at how massive and intricate the temple was as we made our way to greet the orphans and monks. After handing out the toys, I walked around blowing bubbles to the immense amusement of the kids - they LOVED the bubbles. One little boy suddenly clung to me and refused to let go. Due to my unfortunate inability to decipher baby talk, I never knew his name, but I could understand his enthusiastic response whenever I asked him where he wanted me to carry him to next: “ăn kẹo!!” which translates to ‘eat candy!!’. He was obsessed with the Nerds we had brought, specifically the purple flavor. Because of this, I was constantly chasing down Calvin, Keeper of the Nerds, led by a tiny outreached palm. He was a silly boy too; he instantly shared his Nerds with me and other 15Gers, but refused to share with some (really ONLY Anthony) with a firm head shake and a strong “không!” (“NO!”). He happily munched on the remaining Nerds before whining about wanting to blow bubbles with the other boys around him. I asked the boys if they would share their bubbles and to my surprise, they happily complied - even gently and patiently teaching my boy how to blow softly into the wand. Thinking back to my younger brother and me at that age, we probably would have argued mercilessly over who could blow all the bubbles.

Watching paper airplanes fly and hearing delighted giggles ring throughout the room and from my lap, I was warmed by how much love existed in such a small space - from us to the kids & the kids to each other. Hands down, this was my absolute favorite day of all of 15G. It proved perfectly how quickly and easily happiness and smiles can be spread despite a language barrier and a limited amount of time. In my heart, I know this isn't 'goodbye', just a 'see you later' <3

Above: Me and my boy <3

Above: A lovely moment between a child and a monk holding two babies

[newstfionline]

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

China has threatened trade with some countries after feuds. They’re calling ‘the firm’ for help (AP) Business is good at “the firm.” The eight-person team at the State Department is leading Washington’s efforts to ease the economic blowback for countries targeted by China. Led by State Department senior adviser Melanie Hart, the group reviews vulnerabilities and develops responses for countries that are cut off or fear losing trade with global powerhouse China. More than a dozen countries have sought their help. For example, when a Norwegian committee in 2010 awarded the Nobel Peace Prize to a Chinese dissident, Beijing stopped buying salmon from the Nordic country. Two years later, China rejected banana imports from the Philippines over a territorial dispute in the South China Sea. In 2020, Beijing responded to Australia’s call for an investigation into the origin of the COVID-19 pandemic by raising tariffs on Australian barley and wines. Lithuania allowed Taiwan’s de-facto embassy in Vilnius to bear the name Taiwan, instead of Taipei—Taiwan’s capital city—as preferred by Beijing. Lithuanian businesses saw their cargo shipments to and from China stranded, and they were warned by major European businesses that Lithuanian-made auto parts would be barred from products for the Chinese market. While it takes years to reorient global supply chains to reduce reliance on countries such as China, the team tries to offer a quicker way to ease a crisis, an official said, comparing the team to ambulance services that “help you get past that scary emergency time.”

U.S. screens record 2.95 million airline passengers in a day (Reuters) The U.S. Transportation Security Administration (TSA) said it screened 2.95 million airline passengers on Friday, the highest number ever on a single day. The record travel coincides with the Memorial Day weekend that marks the beginning of the U.S. summer travel season. Airlines for America said U.S carriers plan to fly more than 26,000 daily flights this summer, up nearly 1,400 over 2023, or 5.6%, when they carried 255 million passengers. The summer travel season forecast is for June 1 to Aug. 31.

Police sell used guns (CBS News) A reasonable person might believe it is a core function of policing to keep guns out of the hands of criminals. And yet, police departments around the country have been selling old service weapons out the back door for a little extra cash. Over a 16-year period ending in 2022, the ATF identified more than 52,000 guns formerly used by various police agencies that were recovered at crime scenes. The ATF only released the data under court order; it had attempted to keep secret the fact that police departments indirectly supply more than 3,000 weapons to criminals each year.

The graying gig economy (Rest of World) Six or seven days a week, Gilberto Alves de Souza drives through the bustling streets of São Paulo. He drives at least 12 hours a day and sometimes even longer, picking up one passenger after another. At 62, he doesn’t see himself stopping anytime soon. The money he makes as a ride-hailing app driver—roughly 4000 reais ($790) per month after he’s paid off all expenses—is his household’s only income. It supports him, his wife, and a teenage granddaughter who lives with them. In a country where the monthly minimum wage is 1,412 reais ($273), it’s a good income. “I don’t think about quitting driving,” de Souza told Rest of World. “Only when the guy up there tells me my time has come, there’s no way for me to work. But as long as God gives me health, I’ll be a driver.” Most gig workers around the world are relatively young, but Rest of World reporting suggests that older individuals are turning to gig work, too—and their numbers are expected to grow in the coming years. For all its challenges and pitfalls, gig work can represent an accessible, flexible, low-barrier activity that enables older workers to offset expenses and continue to be active.

UK competitors embrace quirky extreme races (AP) Dairy-loving daredevils threw caution to the wind Monday for one of Britain’s most extreme annual events: Cheese rolling. Cheered by several thousand spectators, scores of reckless racers chased 7-pound (3 kilogram) wheels of Double Gloucester cheese down the near-vertical Cooper’s Hill, near Gloucester in southwest England. The first racer to finish behind the fast-rolling cheese in each race gets to keep it. The races have been held at Cooper’s Hill, about 100 miles (160 kilometers) west of London, since at least 1826, and the sport of cheese-rolling is believed to be much older. The rough-and-tumble event often comes with safety concerns. Few competitors manage to stay on their feet all the way down the 200-yard (180 meter) hill. This year’s hill was especially slippery and muddy after recent rain. Members of a local rugby club lined up at the bottom to catch the tumbling competitors.

Russia Steps Up a Covert Sabotage Campaign Aimed at Europe (NYT) U.S. and allied intelligence officials are tracking an increase in low-level sabotage operations in Europe that they say are part of a Russian campaign to undermine support for Ukraine’s war effort. The covert operations have mostly been arsons or attempted arsons targeting a wide range of sites, including a warehouse in England, a paint factory in Poland, homes in Latvia and, most oddly, an Ikea store in Lithuania. But people accused of being Russian operatives have also been arrested on charges of plotting attacks on U.S. military bases. While the acts might appear random, American and European security officials say they are part of a concerted effort by Russia to slow arms transfers to Kyiv and create the appearance of growing European opposition to support for Ukraine. And the officials say Russia’s military intelligence arm, the G.R.U., is leading the campaign.

Free Food? Modi Makes Sure Every Indian Knows Whom to Thank for It. (NYT) Durga Prasad, an 80-year-old farmer, was resting under the shade of a tree in front of his home when the party workers came. An app on their smartphones could tell them in an instant who Mr. Prasad was, whom he might vote for—and why he should be grateful to India’s prime minister, Narendra Modi. “You get installments of 2,000 rupees, right?” asked a local official from Mr. Modi’s Bharatiya Janata Party, or B.J.P. Mr. Prasad concurred. He receives $72 a year through a farmers’ welfare program started and branded by Mr. Modi. “Do you get rations?” the official then asked, though he already knew the answer. He had made his point. Such handouts are among the most distinctive parts of Mr. Modi’s mass appeal. The country’s new airports, diplomatic prestige and booming stock markets may look like Mr. Modi’s calling card, but for the 95 percent of Indians who earn too little to file income taxes, small infusions of cash and household goods matter more. And Mr. Modi’s party is organized to make the most of them in the national election that ends early next month.

Cyclone floods coastal villages, blows away thatched roofs and cuts power in Bangladesh and India (AP) A cyclone flooded coastal villages, blew away thatched roofs and left hundreds of thousands of people without power Monday in southern Bangladesh and eastern India. At least seven deaths were reported. Dozens of Bangladeshi villages were flooded after flood protection embankments either washed away or were damaged by the storm surge, TV stations reported. Nearly 800,000 people had been evacuated from vulnerable areas in Bangladesh on Sunday. Authorities have given no casualty figures yet, but Dhaka-based Somoy TV reported that at least seven people died.

New Caledonia state of emergency to be lifted, says Paris (Reuters) Seven more mobile force units will soon arrive as reinforcements in New Caledonia, the Elysée said in a statement on Monday, also indicating a state of emergency would end as planned in the French Pacific territory on Tuesday morning local time. Seven people have been killed, hundreds arrested and large numbers of buildings and cars destroyed in a fortnight of upheaval triggered by a contested electoral reform and fuelled by sharp economic disparities between the indigenous Kanak population and people of European background. Macron’s decision not to renew the state of emergency illustrates Paris’s desire to start the process of de-escalation and re-establish conditions for dialogue, the statement added.

Far-right Israeli settlers step up attacks on aid trucks bound for Gaza (Washington Post) Radical Israeli settlers have expanded their attacks on aid trucks passing through the West Bank this month, blocking food from reaching Gaza as humanitarian groups warn that the enclave is sinking deeper into famine. Groups of settler youth are tailing relief convoys, setting up checkpoints and interrogating drivers. In some cases, far-right attackers have ransacked and burned trucks and beaten Palestinian drivers, leaving at least two hospitalized. The assailants use a web of publicly accessible WhatsApp groups to track the trucks and coordinate attacks, providing a window into their activities. Working off what they say are tips from Israeli soldiers and police, in addition to the public, members pore over photos to work out which vehicles might be carrying aid to Gaza and mobilize local supporters to block them. The violence and vandalism, committed with near-total impunity, raises questions about the willingness of Israel’s security forces to restrain extremist settlers and protect Palestinians. It also challenges the Israeli government’s claim that it is doing all it can to ensure that aid flows to Gaza, where the humanitarian situation has deteriorated rapidly since IDF forces moved into the southern city of Rafah. As bands of teenagers become the arbiters of who can and cannot pass along main roads in the West Bank, any trucks carrying food have become vulnerable to attack.

Netanyahu says deadly Israeli strike in Rafah was the result of a ‘tragic mistake’ (AP) Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said Monday that a “tragic mistake” was made in an Israeli strike in the southern Gaza city of Rafah that set fire to a camp housing displaced Palestinians and, according to local officials, killed at least 45 people. The strike only added to the surging international criticism Israel has faced over its war with Hamas, with even its closest allies expressing outrage at civilian deaths. Israel insists it adheres to international law even as it faces scrutiny in the world’s top courts, one of which last week demanded that it halt the offensive in Rafah. Sunday night’s attack, which appeared to be one of the war’s deadliest, helped push the overall Palestinian death toll in the war above 36,000, according to the Gaza Health Ministry.

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I attended Westmount High School near Montreal the first year it was open. The new school replaced the venerable old junior and senior high schools which badly needed to be upgraded.

The senior football team had a long winning history and the junior team provided a steady supply of players to replace the graduating seniors. The junior league didn't have enough teams to continue operating and was shut down the year the new school opened. That left the coaches with no team to groom the younger players. They decided to field a bantam team to replace the juniors.

The new school colors were purple and white but the uniforms for the sports teams were in the red and white of the older schools. The new bantam team would use the old junior team uniforms for their first season.

Even though we were mostly new to playing organized football all of us were keen to play and we had some top athletes on the squad. The tryouts for new team attracted 64 hopeful young teenagers. After a month of practice that number would shrink to 25. I was one of the lucky few who would represent the school.

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The school was so proud of our sterling record that they decided to get us new uniforms in the proper school colors for the playoffs. The school couldn't afford to buy new outfits for 25 players so they asked the home economics classes if they could dye the old uniforms. This had to be done fairly quickly since our first playoff game was just one week away.

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We trudged sadly and wearily back onto the bus for the trip home. One of the guys pulled off his purple jersey to reveal an equally purple undershirt. He took off the undershirt and we could see his torso was almost the same shade of purple as his clothes. In horror we all suddenly knew that we would suffer both the sting and the stain of defeat.

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