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Visited Lamphey, Pembrokeshire for lunch yesterday and included a short detour to the (in parts) medieval St Tyfaiâs Church in which I got married nearly 27 years ago:
and the nearest beach, Freshwater East:
Didnât stay long, it was a very windy day đ
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[Tyler-centric] Chasing Home
Words: 1716 Warning(s): Slight Sexual Scene, Major Character Death Pairing(s): Tyler/JC, Tyler/Fay Summary:Â White-washed walls and the warmth of a thousand suns is how Tyler remembers June. Thirteen is when it all changes, and sixteen is when it all starts. Genre:Â Angst
White-washed walls and the warmth of a thousand suns is how Tyler remembers June.
Tumbling down the hills and smashing dandelions on the way to the foot, laughing as pollen made him sneeze and the butterflies dance. Watching his little sister blaze by on her tricycle, her pigtails gliding in the wind like the unsteady kite his brother piloted over their fence and into their neighbourâs. Stumbling through the back door, mud-streaked pants and all, grinning up at his mother who stood over a pot of macaroni and cheese â this is how Tyler remembers June.
Heâs thirteen when it all changes, when they came for him and his talents, and heâs fifteen when they beat him down enough to make him forget what June used to taste like.
When the sun climbs into his eyes at seven in the morning, he remembers the touch of cold, hard metal against his wrists. When he smells weeds in the air, he thinks of how native species can tell him where he is â thinks of how to find the enemy by the radioactivity laced around the delicate blades of grass surrounding the soles of his boots.
Heâs sixteen when they send him alone on his first mission â a tiny shop thatâs decked out in bright yellow and black. The smell of coffee hits him like a truck and he stops walking when a shock of blue hair and gold eyes squint at him over the glass case holding dainty pastries and dense cakes.
âMay I help you?â the man asks, pale hands running over the handle of one of the drawers, and Tyler knows that there are at least a dozen syringes hidden in there, each containing a cocktail of poisons that would immobilize him in an instant.
Digging his hands into his jacket for change, he smiles his most wicked smile and speaks.
âA tall flat white, please. Skim.â
The man eyes him for a moment before letting his hand glide over the till, punching Tylerâs order in and ripping off a tiny receipt. He hands it to Tyler, eyes locked on his, and doesnât let his fingers touch Tylerâs outstretched hand.
âTwo minutes,â the man says, like itâs a command, and Tyler nods easily, grins again and winks when the man takes a step back.
When Tyler gets his coffee, he makes a show of sniffing the steam hovering dangerously over the rim.
âThanks,â Tyler says, before dumping the entire cup into a sterile bottle, already writing down the different toxins present when the man curses and heads to the back of the shop. âThanks, Fay.â
He manages two blocks from the cafĂŠ before a group of four surround him, but he weaves in and out of their defences like heâs made of water and theyâre grains of sand. Soon heâs back in the bunker, shaking the bottle at his fellow soldiers and being debriefed.
An hour later, the cafĂŠ mysteriously sets ablaze, and everything is burnt to cinders in a matter of minutes. Tyler stares at the news and sips a cup of juice thatâs cold and wet and stings his mouth.
Heâs sure that nobody is hurt at all despite there being reports of a body or two.
Heâs nineteen when heâs offered his first long-term mission.
Tyler takes it without hesitating. He puts on his black-and-blue jacket and stores his weapons in the hollows of his clothes, taping emergency bombs to his ribs like itâs second nature. Dog tags hang loose from his neck and he swings it to the back so that the cold metal hits against his spine, reminding him that he could die at any time, reminding him that the mission must be completed at all costs.
His name isnât Tyler for a month. Instead, heâs Ethan, lets his hair run unruly and free, wears mismatching socks, and kisses girls though he tastes bile in his own mouth.
He spots his target, a red-head boy with a smirk, and learns the contours of his body like itâs the map he needs to escape from this hell. The boy is young and eager, barely fifteen, and kissing him is different from kissing the girls, but thereâs the dog tags again â hitting his spine each time he bends into a kiss, reminding him that time is short.
They only make him push against the boy harder.
It isnât a surprise when the boy draws a gun to Tylerâs chest, teary-eyed but fierce. He says that Tylerâs taken his sister, which is a lie, because Tylerâs never killed a red-head girl before. Tyler tells him so, hands still on his naked hip, and the boy grinds out that his sister was a girl with violet eyes and silver hair.
Tyler doesnât say anything to that, because now the lieâs become a truth. He also doesnât tell the boy that his sister tasted like lime and nicotine; instead, he stares at the boy while he struggles to pull the trigger. He smiles ruefully, wonders if thereâs a time and place where theyâre older and less susceptible to ideas like duty and obligation, and stabs the boy with a syringe.
The boy collapses, gasping but not sobbing, staring at Tyler through lidded, emotionless eyes as he takes his final breaths. In a surge of feeling he hadnât felt in years, Tyler swoops down, kisses the boy, and steals his last breath from him. He feels a shudder run through the boy before he stops moving, and Tyler leaves him there, sheets haphazardly thrown over his skin and the sun shining through the hotel roomâs heavy grey curtains.
He rushes back, washes the spray tan off his body and the blonde streaks out of his hair. They place a red cross on top of the boyâs photo. Tyler scrubs at his hands harder, canât ignore the vicious trembling he feels through his chest that reverberates throughout his body.
Sleep comes easy that night, though the dreams that plague him are all of the red-haired boy and his smile. Tyler dreams of his teeth that are small but sharp, his tongue that can stretch halfway down his chin, and his fingers that drum along Tylerâs wrist to the rhythm of a slow jazz song.
When Tyler wakes in the middle of the night, visions of warm, soft, white sheets in his mind, he wakes up smelling steel instead of the sea.
He feels a pull back to sleep.
Tyler takes it without hesitation.
Twenty-three and heâs scaling the vertical side of a building, hands and feet moving fast as the wind that whistles around him to avoid being hit by the darts a girl is throwing at him.
Tyler doesnât know how she tastes, but can guess from her thin mouth and her bouncing ponytail. He catches her foot and sends her hurtling down, and wills himself not to take a look at her disappearing towards the streets.
He knows that she wonât die, though, so he continues his ascent.
The blue-haired man is waiting for him, like he always is, and Tyler catches a moment of sadness in Fayâs eyes when he realises that Tyler is unarmed.
Tylerâs terribly young, his dog tags hammering against his spine, and his weapons used up and stolen by the men below.
âYouâre alone,â Fayâs voice is tight in his throat, and Tyler wants to kiss him senseless.
âIâm alone,â Tyler replies, and finds the air thick and dry. How this happens is unknown to him. âSo are you.â
âSo am I.â Fay echoes, needlessly, and he takes his time walking up to his desk.
Tyler doesnât move. Heâs unmatched, and he knows this. But heâs also tired, so very tired, and he wants to see his little sister again. He wants to remember the June sun on his freckles and the sound of her laugh thrilling the air. He wants it so badly.
Fay opens his drawer and takes the syringes out, one by one, while Tyler stares and stares and feels his bones slacken.
âTheyâre pretty,â Tylerâs voice is useless, as is the rest of his body, and Fay picks up a golden one. Gold, like syrup, with flecks suspended in its viscous liquid, and Tylerâs mesmerised by its beauty. âFay, theyâre all pretty.â
âYes,â Fayâs walking to him, eyes burning right through Tylerâs chest to land on the dog tags. Tyler isnât surprised that he knows theyâre there. Heâs surprised that no one has looked at him like that before.
Fay slides the syringe into his pocket and levels his eyes with Tylerâs.
âYou want to know what I taste like.â Fay says, and Tyler looks away.
Fay tilts his head, like heâs trying to fathom Tyler out, and hums. Itâs a slow jazz song, and tears prick at Tylerâs eyes.
Fay kisses him, long and slow, like how Tyler kissed the boy, and cups his jaw. Tyler loses himself and kisses back, searching for something he wonât find, his body shaking and his legs losing feeling.
âSocrates,â Fay murmurs, âBut you never asked with your mouth. You always asked with your eyes.â
Tyler can only hum in response, the same song, and grabs Fay by the waist, holding him close and feeling his dog tags burn his skin.
They kiss and touch for ages, before Tyler finally, finally feels the prick of the needle, and tears fall down his cheeks.
Tyler refuses to stop kissing Fay, even when Fay tries to speak to him, even when he wants to speak to Fay. Eventually, Fay gives in and lets him taste the same steel and metal and heartbreak he knows so well.
When he feels his legs give, Fay lowers them to the ground, holds him and lets his blue hair fall over Tylerâs green eyes, shielding them from the dark skies outside.
Thank you, Tyler says with his kiss, and Fay can only nod.
Tyler doesnât say that he tastes the sun and fresh-cut grass too. He never gets to say that thatâs why he chased Fay this time, never gets to say that this isnât a mission but a quest. But he knows that Fay knows. He dies knowing that he makes Fay lose his home, too, and dies satisfied.
Tyler doesnât get his last breath.
AUTHORâS NOTE: wow havent written a tyler/fay/jc/coco fic in sooooo long but i got inspired by kelâs doodle so ofc i had to write for 2h (its 12am now & i have work tmr oops)âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.i hope it isnt too bad i cant tell
all feedback is appreciated!!!!! & for extra info:
fay is 8 years older than tyler here & was picked up by the rival organisation at around the same age as tyler. red-head boy is JC & silver-haired girl is coco (who was in a r/s with fay before tyler f-ed everything up) & they both belong to vonna!! fay & tyler both belong to kel!!Â
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Church of St Tyfai and St Faith, Lamphey
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FY NGHYLCHGRAWN I O'm GWYLIAU YN GADAEL PLANED Y DDAEAR (GAN GYNNWYS FY NGOR Ă DUW HOLLALLUOG JEHOVAH, AC ANGEL O DDUW HOLLALLUOG).
 Gan Dr Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnai (Yn Cymru)
SWYDD DAU
I (Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnai) dim ond mynychu ysgol Sant Mihangel Eglwys Loegr, Croydon (dan esgobaeth Southwark) mass.
 Yn y maes heddiw, clywais Siôn Philip yn datgan mewn ysgrythyr rywbeth am: ' Mary mam Duw: yr Arglwydd Iesu Crist Emanuel ein Dduw, ' (A nodwyd hefyd gan Siôn Timothy mewn màs arall).
 Yn ôl yn y 1980au. Pan oeddwn i'n fach Rwy'n cofio rhan yr scripture (Mary mam Duw: yr Arglwydd Iesu Crist Emanuel ein Duw) pan sonnir amdano gan Ficer y cyfnod yn Eglwys Sant Stephen yn St Stephen's Terrace, Llundain SW8 1DH England, y Deyrnas Unedig (ficer Helen) mewn gweddïau , a'm cymysglyd yn Eglwys Sant Stephen, St Stephen's Terrace, Llundain SW8 1DH England, y Deyrnas Unedig, felly gofynnais i'r Parchedig Eglwys St Stephens, St Stephen's Terrace, Llundain SW8 1DH England, y Deyrnas Unedig (Parend Christopher);
' Mae'r Beibl Sanctaidd yn dweud yn llyfr Genesis y gwnaeth Duw Hollalluog y ddaear! ond ganwyd yr Arglwydd Iesu Crist-Emanuel ar y ddaear ar (tua) 25 Rhagfyr yn Bethlehem yn Judea, yn ne Palesteina yn nechreu 2 B. C. E [https://www.jw.org/en/bible-teachings/questions/when-was-jesus-born]. Felly, sut y gallai'r Arglwydd Iesu Crist Emanuel fod wedi gwneud y ddaear a'i ddynolryw os yw'n Hollalluog Dduw, fel yr oedd yr Arglwydd Iesu yn y Crist Emanuel wedi ei eni yn y cwymp cynnar o 2 B. C. E?`
 Rhoddodd y Parchedig Christopher wên gynnes a chyfarchiad dymunol i mi, gan fy ngwahodd i dderbyn cadarnhad. Cefais fy derbyn yn raslon. Gofynnodd y Parchedig Christopher pam y byddwn yn derbyn cadarnhad. Eglurais fod gennyf ddiddordeb mewn bod yn Gristion cydnabyddedig fel y credaf. Eglurodd y Parchedig Christopher y gellid, ar y foment honno, gael ei ddisgrifio fel llawer o eiriau, ond roedd yn flin ganddo am y rhan honno o'r ysgrythur hon a datgelodd ei farnau preifat mewn gramadeg sylfaenol. (Rwy'n disgrifio'r Parchedig Christopher fel un gofidus dros ben, ac yn ddig gyda'r rhai sy'n addysgu'n amhriodol ymhlith pwyntiau eraill). Fe'm Canmolodd am ofyn fy cwestiwn, a caniatåu i mi ei weld yn gwneud trefniant i gyfarfod â'i ficer. Ficer Helen, a fu'n dyst i'r Parchedig Christopher yn fy helpu i ymhelaethu ar fy ngeiriau; gred (yn awyddus i bob pwrpas fod yn sicr fy mod yn golygu hynny: Cred = Rwy'n credu mewn Duw Hollalluog).
 Yr oedd y Parchedig Christopher yn/yn hawdd mynd ato, yn grym ond yn llym ac yn ddibynadwy. Tyfais mewn ffydd. Gofynnwyd imi a oedd gennyf unrhyw gwestiynau. Ymatebais drwy ofyn os yw Duw Hollalluog yn fyw o hyd, a pham y gelwid Joseph yn dad yr Arglwydd Iesu, tad Crist Emanuel pe y'i crÍwyd gan Dduw Hollalluog.
 Cefais wybod yn fras: Mae'r Arglwydd Iesu Crist Emanuel yn fab i Dduw Hollalluog (fel yr ydym oll yn ddisgynyddion Duw Hollalluog) yn enedigol o Feifod Mary, a'r gweddill byddaf yn dysgu yn yr ysgol Sul ac yn yr Eglwys, sydd yn y bôn yn addysgu o'r Beibl sanctaidd.
 Rwy'n cael fy atgoffa a dod o hyd i ateb mewn gras (a ddywedir ar ôl prydau):
"Rydym yn rhoi diolch i chi am eich holl fudd-daliadau. O ' hollalluog Dduw, sy'n byw ac yn teyrnasu am byth. Ac a all enaid y ffyddloniaid wyro, gan drugaredd Duw, orffwys mewn heddwch, amen "
 Soniais ddyddiau yn ôl, fy mod yng nghwmni Angel o Dduw (a ymddangosodd fel Gwryw yn unol â diffiniad Geiriadur Saesneg), a roddodd imi wyliau/gwyliau (oddi ar PLANED y ddaear) drwy gwennol. Mae angylion Hollalluog Dduw yn hysbys i I fel rhai ychwanegol-daearol. (Byddaf yn datgelu mwy wedyn).
 Roedd y cyflymder hedfan yn gyflymach nag unrhyw gyflymder awyren yr oeddwn yn ei adnabod o allan o raglen ffuglen wyddonol megis cyflymder ystumiad Star Trek. (Byddaf yn datgelu mwy ar ddiwrnod arall). Yn ystod fy ngwyliau/wyliau, bu Angel o Dduw Hollalluog a minnau'n siarad. Mewn cyfnod tawel o'm taith, gofynnodd Angel o Dduw Hollalluog i mi os oes gennyf unrhyw gwestiynau. Cefais lawer, er y gofynais am a wyddai Angel o Dduw Hollalluog pwy yw Duw Hollalluog, ac os yw Duw Hollalluog yn fyw o hyd. Roedd Angel o Dduw Hollalluog wedi cael ymateb seiniol graslon ac yna dweud wrth mi (Neil Leslie Gilbert.-Williams-Jacksnai) byddaf yn mynd â chi i'w weld yn fuan.
 Ar y foment y cyrhaeddais, (nad oedd yn syth o'm cwestiwn i Angel of God_ gan ysbaid o sawl awr) Dywedodd Angel o Hollalluog Dduw, dyma'r un y mae pobl yn ei alw'n Hollalluog Dduw. Meddyliais ar unwaith; Hollalluog Dduw'n fyw (byddaf yn datgelu mwy ar ddyddiad diweddarach)
 Un o'm hatgofion olaf pan ar wyliau/gwyliau oddi ar y ddaear yw, Angel o Almighty Duw ofynnodd i mi a oeddwn i eisiau mynd i'r haul. Yr oeddwn yn meddwl na fyddwn yn goroesi gan ei fod y tu hwnt i boeth, ond yr wyf yn ymddiried yn Angel o Dduw Hollalluog, ac yn dywedyd Ie. Pan gyrhaeddon ni (cael ein hedfan mewn i Angel o freichiau Hollalluog Dduw (fel Angel o Dduw Hollalluog gall hedfan/gael adenydd (cyfieithiad Geiriadur Saesneg agosaf)) Angel o Hollalluog Dduw a'm cyflwynodd i'r arch Angel, a oedd yn eistedd (mewn seddi) wrth y ffin y tu ôl i'r haul ( sydd fel llecyn mawr golau o fflam mydryddol wedi ei strwythuro fel cylchYn (sffêr) tu mewn i ddrych troi. (Byddaf yn datgelu mwy ar ddyddiad diweddarach).
       SWYDD UN
Rwyf wedi postio'r swydd hon yn ddiweddar. Darllenwch ac os Angenrheidiol Sylw. Heddwch gyda chi i gyd!
 Angel o Dduw Hollalluog (un ychwanegol daearol) yr ymwelwyd â mi (Neil Leslie Gilbert) yn Eglwys Sant STEPHEN yn Church of England, ST STEPHEN's TERRACE, Llundain SW8 1DH, o dan esgobaeth Southwark Ty'r Drindod, 4 llys Capel, stryd fawr Bwrdeistref, Llundain SE1 1HW. (ar fwy nag un achlysur yn y 1980au. Ar un o angylion Hollalluog Dduw ymweliadau, hebryngais Angel Hollalluog Dduw i'm Mamau former home fflat 24 LULWORTH HOUSE, DORSET ROAD, naw ELMS, Llundain, SW8 1DR (sef lle'r oeddwn yn byw gyda fy mam a'm brawd). Gwelwyd yr Angel o Almighty Duw yn cyrraedd gan blwyfolion amrywiol a'r Parchedig (ar y pryd/date) Christopher Guinness a ficer Eglwys St Stephens.
 Cerddasom o Eglwys Sant Stephens (St Stephens Terrace) ar hyd Bolney Street i FLAT 24 Tš Lulworth (a welwyd gan bobl leol). (Er i ni gerdded i wahanol fannau y byddaf yn eu datgelu ar ddyddiad arall, (gan gynnwys Vauxhall Bridge, lle mae ei Mawrhydi y Frenhines-Elizabeth II/ei Mawrhydi y Frenhines-Elizabeth II # [PALAS BUCKINGHAM, Llundain SW 1W0 Swyddfa ei Mawrhydi y Frenhines] yn siarad i mi (o flaen Angel o Dduw Hollalluog)-gofyn a oeddwn i'n iawn a phynciau eraill.
 Byddaf yn datgelu mwy am fy ngornest ag Angel o Hollalluog Dduw dro arall, ond pan edrychodd Angel o Dduw Hollalluog a minnau a siarad â'n gilydd, llwyddais i dystio a datgelu bod pensaernïaeth yr Eglwys (bwâu a fframiau ffenestri a manylion eraill) y chur strwythur ch, yn cael ei adeiladu/hadeiladu mewn tebygolrwydd o gael Angel o fwgwd Almighty Duw a nodweddion Anatomi a Anatomeg.
 Felly, gallaf gadarnhau i bawb, hynny drwy dystio Angel o Dduw Hollalluog a thrwy drefniant Angel of Almighty Gods o-fynd â mi drwy gwennol/llong i ymweld â Duw Hollalluog (sy'n byw ac yn teyrnasu am byth), y dylai Cristnogion a phob un arall, gredu yn Hollalluog Duw trwy yr hwn yr oedd Emmanuel-Iesu Crist yn un-shunned ni.
 Teimlaf mor anrhydeddus a bendithiol i addoli mewn eglwys yn Lloegr Eglwys yr Eglwys
STRYD FAWR SMITH LONDON SW1P 3AZ neu Eglwys Gatholig (o dan Eglwys Gatholig Lloegr & Wales 39 ECCLESTON SQUARE LONDON SW1V 1BX).
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Ray Howard Jones  - A. Ifans
Ganwyd Rosemary Howard Jones ar 30ain o fis Mai 1903 i rieni o dras Cymreig yn Lambourn, Berkshire. Roedd ei thad Hubert yn hyfforddi ceffylau rasio ac yn filfeddyg ceffylau yn y fyddin ac yn chwaraewr polo arbennig o dda. Ni wellodd ei thad yn iawn o'r clwyfau ac effeithiau'r nwy a ddioddefodd yn y Rhyfel Byd cyntaf.
Treuliodd Ray lawer o flynyddoedd ei phlentyndod yng nghartref ei thaid yn Oaklands, Penarth yn Sir Forgannwg, lle bu ei hewyrth a'i modryb yn eu gwarchod hi a'i brawd. Roedd ei hewyrth Putty Purnell, yn athletwr enwog yn ei ddydd a disgwylid i Ray gyrraedd yr un safon a'i brawd yn yr holl weithgareddau megis pysgota, saethu, marchogaeth, hwylio a nofio. Bu doniau celfyddydol ei mham a'r amser a dreuliodd yn ysgol 'London Garden School' yn ddylanwad mawr ar gymeriad a phersonoliaeth Ray Howard Jones.
Ym Mhenarth y dysgodd garuâr mĂ´r a phan oedd yn ddeuddeg oed, aeth am wyliau i Ddinbych-y-Pysgod, Sir Benfro ac yno gwnaeth ei llun cyntaf oâr mĂ´r. Bu tirlun arfordirol Sir Benfro yn ddylanwad mawr arni. Teithiodd yn helaeth,ond dychwelyd i Sir Benfro wnaeth am ysbrydoliaeth iâw darluniau aâi cherddi. Cafodd yrfa amrywiol a nodedig. Yn 1920 yn ddwy ar bymtheg mlwydd oed, yn iau na'r cyffredin, derbyniwyd hi i Ysgol Gelf y Slade yn Llundain lle bu'n astudio am bedair blynedd, gan ennill gradd dosbarth cyntaf ddwbl mewn Dylunio a gradd anrhydedd dosbarth cyntaf mewn Hanes Celf o Brifysgol Llundain.
Araf fu ei datblygiad fel arlunydd ar ddechrau ei gyrfa ar Ă´l dangos gymaint o addewid yn y Slade. Bu'n dioddef cyfnodau hir o afiechyd wedi triniaeth law-feddygol gynaecolegol anffodus, ac effeithiodd hynny ar ei heichyd yn barhaol, a lledaenodd twbercwlosis drwy'i chorff a'i gadael mewn poenau difrifol yn aml.
Bu'n byw yn Llundain am gyfnod byr cyn iddi orfod dychwelyd i Benarth i ofalu am ei modryb May Purnell, a barlyswyd yn rhannol gan waedlif ar yr ymennydd. Hyd hynny bu ei modryb yn gofalu am ei mham a ddioddefodd o'r un afiechyd. Er gwaetha'r anhawsterau hyn daliodd i baentio ac fe gynhaliodd ei harddangosfa gyntaf un-person yn 1935 yn Oriel Bloomsbury yn Llundain a oedd yn llwyddiant mawr. Yn y cyfnod yma roedd hi'n gweithio mewn dyfrliw yn bennaf a daeth tirwedd yn brif thema iddi.
Tra'n gweithio'n rhan-amser yn gwneud adluniadau archaeolegol yn yr Amgueddfa Genedlaethol Cymru yng Nghaerdydd, fe dreuliai ei nosweithiau yn gwneud gwaith gwirfoddol gyda phlant difraintiedig a phobl di-waith yn sefydliad East Moors yn Splott, Caerdydd. Yma defnyddiai ei hyfforddiant a gafodd fel dawnswraig. Yn eu cyflwyniadau theatraidd byddai hi'n gallu troi ei llaw at baentio golygfeydd y set, dawnsio, actio neu goreograffi. Roedd ganddi ddoniau eang ac fe gai foddhad a phleser wrth gyfrannu i weithgareddau creadigol.
Yn ystod yr ail-ryfel byd peintiodd y math o destunau a oedd yn fwy perthnasol i fyd dynion, fel bywyd garw a chaled y dociau, gwersylloedd milwrol ac amddiffynfeydd arfordirol ar ynysoedd caerog, anghyfannedd.
Feâi penodwyd yn arlunydd swyddogol y rhyfel ac yn ystod y cyfnod hwnnw lluniodd gofnod o'r rhyfel yng Nghaerdydd ac Abertawe a'r amddiffynfeydd ar Ynys Echni ac Ynys Ronech, a hi oedd yr unig ddynes i gofnodi'r paratoadau ar gyfer y glanio ar D-Day a'r llongau'n dychwelyd o Normandi. Mae'r rhan fwya' o'r lluniau hyn mewn gouache. Maeâr holl luniau hyn yn eiddo iâr Amgueddfa Rhyfel Imperial yn Llundain.
Yn ystod y rhyfel feâi hanafwyd yn ei llaw (ei llaw a ddefnyddiau i baentio), gwrthododd bin yn yr arddwrn, achos y byddaiân gwneud ei llaw yn ddiffrwyth, ac ni fedrai afael mewn pensil byth wedyn. Cynlluniodd fframwaith a fuân gymorth iddi barhau i baentio, ond doedd hi ddim yn rhydd o boen, ac roedd ei llaw yn ddu-las yn barhaol.
Wediâr rhyfel, a'i mam a'i modryb wedi marw, a'i chartref ym Mhenarth wedi ei ddinistrio  gan fomiau, fe symudodd i Lundain. Datblygodd ei diddordeb mewn trefniant a thestunau bywyd llonydd gan ddefnyddio amryw o wrthrychau, golygfeydd drwy ffenestri a phersbectif gwahanol.
Yn Llundain cyfarfu â Raymond Moore, a bu'n gymar iddo am dros ugain mlynedd. Arlunydd oedd Raymond ond trodd at ffotograffiaeth yn ddiweddarach ac enillodd gydnabyddiaeth rhyngwladol am ei waith fel ffotograffydd.
Treuliodd y ddau gyfnodau hir ffrwythlon ar Ynys Sgomer rhwng 1948 a 1958. Rhoddodd y bywyd hunan-gynhaliol ar yr ynys sylfaen sefydlog i'r ddau oedd yn rhannu'r un diddordebau a brwdfrydedd am y bywyd syml. Defnyddiodd Ray ei phrofiadau ar Ynys Sgomer yn ganolbwynt ar gyfer ei lluniau yn y cyfnod hwn. Rhoddodd caledi ac unigedd arfordir creigiog yr ynys, y mĂ´r tymhestlog a'r awyr wyllt gysur ac ysbrydoliaeth iddi gofnodi grymoedd natur yn ei thirluniau.
Ar yr ynys byddai'n gwneud brasluniau yn yr awyr agored ac yna yn gweithio ar y lluniau gorffenedig yn y stiwdio yn Llundain yn ystod y gaeaf. Ar y dechrau olew oedd ei chyfrwng ond trodd at gouache. Mae gouache yn hyblyg iawn, yn sychu'n gyflym, gellir ei ddefnyddio'n drwch gyda chyllell balet i gyfleu tirlun creigiog, ac o'i beintio'n denau mae'n creu lliw tryloyw megis dyfrliw. Daeth ei lliwiau'n gryfach ac yn fwy disglair. (Gouache oedd ei phrif gyfrwng ond defnyddiai bastelau yn effeithiol dros ben. )
Yn ystod ei chyfnod ar ynys Sgomer darganfu ei thestun a datblygodd cynnwys ei gwaith rym mynegiant emosiynol.
Yn 1971 priododd Raymond Moore gyda rhywun arall ac o hynny ymlaen bu Ray Howard Jones ar ei phen ei hun yn peintio yn yr ardal a'r ynysoedd ar hyd yr arfordir. Peintiodd y clogwyni a'r cilfachau drosodd a throsodd, deuai rhyw weledigaeth newydd iddi bob dydd, y llanw'n gadael ei sbwriel, y blodau'n tyfu ac yn gwywo, y gwynt a'r rhew yn dryllio'r creigiau, y machlud mawr, golau'r lleuad, yr eira a'r awyr stormus. Mae ei gwaith o'r cyfnod yma yn Sir Benfro yn dangos ei hundod a'r amgylchedd a'i bod wedi ymrwymo a chysegru ei hun yn llwyr i'r tirlun. Dychwelai am 2 - 3 mis bob blwyddyn i'r caban wrth ymyl Hafan St. Martin. Roedd y caban yn noddfa iddi, lle deuai â'r holl bethau a gasglai wrth iddi grwydro pentir Hafan St. Martin - broc môr, cregyn, cerrig, sgerbydau adar, gweiriau sych a blodau.
Cadwodd ei gardd yn Llundain yn wyllt i greu amgylchfyd naturiol i adar a phryfed. Tyfai danadl poethion o amgylch y caban yn Hafan St. Martin i ddenu gloynnod byw.
Yn y chwedegau creodd gyfres o luniau haniaethol, wedi ei hysbrydoli gan y byd naturiol, pyllau mewn creigiau yn taenu goleuadau a gwymon ynddynt. (Mae un o'r rhain ' Pyllau dĹľr' yn Oriel Ysgol Casmael.)
Dros y blynyddoedd bu'n arddangos ei gwaith yng Nghymru ac yn Orielau Caerlšr, Llundain, ac fe werthodd yn dda bob tro. Nid yw'n ormodol i ddweud , fod Ray Howard Jones wedi ymrwymo ac aberthu ei bywyd i'w harlunio. Roedd ei chelf a'i bywyd yn un. Roedd seiliau ac athroniaeth ei bywyd ar ei hymwybyddiaeth ddofn o'r byd naturiol, sef, fframwaith ei bodolaeth beunyddiol a rydd iddi ffynhonnell ei chelf.
Tirluniau o arfordir Sir Benfro yw ei gweithiau enwocaf, gyda'r elfennau o le a natur. Yn y lluniau yma gwelir ei hymroddiad ysbrydol dwfn. Gwelir gogoniant Duw ym mhob craig, yn rhythm y tonnau ac yn ysblander yr haul yn machlud. Mae'n mynegi ei ffydd mewn cymundeb cyfriniol personol â Duw trwy natur. Cafodd ei chredoau Cristionogol eu meithrin â dwyster yn Abaty Nashdon, cymuned Benedictaidd Anglicanaidd y tu allan i Lundain, ble darganfu ei chartref ysbrydol, gan gymryd ei llwon fel oblad.
Tua diwedd y pumdegau enillodd gystadleuaeth i lunio mosaic eang â deugain troedfedd o uchder â i addurno talcen Thomson House, pencadlys newydd y Western Mail yng Nghaerdydd. Gwnaed y gwaith yn yr Eidal a threuliodd dri mis yno yn arolygu'r gwaith.
Comisiynwyd hi ( rhwng 1964 - 65 ) gan yr Athro W Strang Tindal i wneud mosaic, er cof am ei wraig Elfrida Tindal. Roedd yr Athro W Strang Tindal yn ddiwinydd a chadeirydd Cyngor Eglwysig y Byd. Roedd Elfrida a Ray yn  gyfeillion ac yn gyd-fyfyrwyr yn Ysgol Gelf y Slade, Llundain. Mae'r mosaic yn Eglwys y Grange, Caeredin yn nodedig am fod Ray yn cynnwys ynddo ei chred Gristnogol ei hun a harddwch y byd fel testun o Fawl i Ogoniant Duw.
Seiliwyd y gwaith ar y Te Deum, y thema a roddwyd yn y comisiwn, a'r llinellau :-
Sanctaidd Sanctaidd Sanctaidd: Arglwydd Dduw y lluoedd
Nefoedd a daear sydd yn llawn o'th ogoniant
Yr holl ddaear a'th fawl di y Tad tragwyddol, y nefoedd a'r holl nerthoedd o'u
mewn.
Pan orchfygaist holl nerth angau, agoraist deyrnas nef i bawb sy'n credu.
Mae Symbolaeth Gristionogol yn gweddu i'r testun a'i leoliad yn yr eglwys. Yn y saithdegau bu dylanwad ei chyfaill agos y bardd aâr arlunydd David Jones yn drwm arni, iâw gwthio i arbrofi i wahanol gyfeiriadau. Yn David Jones, gwelsai enaid hoff cytun. Yn bennaf eu profiadau ysbrydol a ddaeth â'r ddau ynghyd. David Jones oedd gwrthrych rhai o'i lluniau mwyaf llwyddiannus. Cyfunodd yr ymchwil i dirlun allanol y wyneb a'i ymsymudiadau a'i frwydrau mewnol. Mae astudiaeth fyfyrgar o'r bardd yn 1973 yn meddu cywirdeb a threiddgarwch mawr.
Lluniau Ray Howard Jones o David Jones yw yr unig luniau sy'n bodoli ohono. Bu'r Athro Mary Williams, Cenedlaetholwraig frwd, y ddynes gyntaf i'w phenodi'n Athro i Gadair Ieithoedd Modern Coleg y Brifysgol Abertawe yn 1921 yn ffyddlon a charedig i Ray Howard Jones a'i hachub o bob argyfwng. Roedd gan y ddwy ddiddordeb mawr yn hanes cynnar Cymru.
Teithiodd i wahanol lefydd yn Ewrop ac yn 1970 i'r America, yno cafodd wahoddiad i ddarlithio am Arlunio a Barddoniaeth Gyfoes. Yn 1959 treuliodd bedwar mis yn Sbaen ac yn 1966 ymwelodd ag Alderney a Chyprus yn 1969. Roedd hiân treulio pob haf yn ei chaban pren wrth ymyl glanfa Martins Haven, Marloes, Sir Benfro (yma chiân dal y cwch i Ynys Sgomer). Roedd y caban pren yn fach iawn ac roedd ei dillad, ei bwyd, offer coginio, ei phaent, brwshes paentio aâi lluniau yn un gymysgedd dros y lle. Doedd dim trydan na dĹľr yfed yn y caban, roedd hiân coginio ar stĂ´f wersylla fach.
Roedd hi'n berson allblyg, brwdfrydig, llawen a teimlais rhyw swyn bywiogrwydd afieithus yn eich chwmni. Roedd ei chorff bychan yn cuddio penderfyniad cadarn iawn i lwyddo. Cafodd ei hysgogi'n ddirfawr gan ddwy o ffynonellau dwfn gweledigaeth, profi'r i'r byw rai agweddau ar harddwch natur, a myfyrio'n ddwys ar y bywyd ysbrydol, mewnol.
Bu farw 25ain o fis Mehefin 1996 yn 93 mlwydd oed a chladdwyd ei llwch ym Mhenarth ar y 7fed o Fedi 1998. Gadawodd dros 600 oâi gwaith i Amgueddfa ac Orielau Cenedlaethol Cymru.
Mae tri llun gwreiddiol o waith Ray Howard Jones yn Oriel Ysgol Casmael, Sir Benfro. Ganed Alun Ifans yn Sarn Bach, Pen Llšn. Treuliodd ei yrfa yn dysgu yn Sir Benfro. Buodd yn brifathro Ysgol Casmael am 33 o flynyddoedd cyn ymddeol yn 2009. Cyhoeddoedd nifer o lyfrau, yn eu plith: Cyfres y Môr-ladron Pediair Cainc y Mabinogi i Ddysgwyr Macsen Wledig Swyn Sir Benfro
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TYFAYS Meaning
TYFAYS means âThank You For All Your Supportâ. Answer to What does TYFAYS mean is âThank You For All Your Supportâ. This Page tells the meaning and definition of Slang word TYFAYS.
What does TYFAYS Mean?
TYFAYS mean âThank You For All Your Supportâ. This is the exact meaning of the English Slang word TYFAYS.
TYFAYS Meaning/Definition
The Exact meaning of TYFAYS is âThank You For All YourâŚ
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rules
a. take your otp
b. insert shuffle mode on your mp3-player, phone, device you keep all your music on.
c. answer the questions (and try not to cheat)
d. tag 5 of your friends (or more if you want)
e. always post the rules
tagged by cupid-of-ruination
FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS I donât have an otp⌠so lemme find one
(thinking levi/eren to annoy ppl heh but I DONT DO THIS SHIPPING THNG shjddjf)
..ok lets do kelpls ocs tyler/fayren!â
(one thing my phone has musicals on it ;0)
1. what song is played during the first time they see each other?
Talk dirty to me - Jason Derulo
IM LAUGHING DYING OVER HERE OK
tyler would be all sleazy and then fay would just be like. noâŚâŚ.
2. they go out on their first date. take the refrain of the song, it describes the atmosphere of the date.
Breakeven - the script
THIS IS A BREAKUP SONG but
" âCause when a heart breaks, no, it donât break even"
hhhhh that date went terribly highly strung and tense poor kids
3. what song is played during their first kiss?
Im super from south parker bigger longer and uncut
OH G OÂ Â D
well the last line sums it up pretty well
'everything is super when you're gaaaay'
4. itâs their first time⌠everything is so⌠sweet? romantic? hardcore? letâs see what song is playing.
ironic by alanis morisette
I wasnât going to talk about this one but this songs about life screwing people over
get it
5. theyâre getting married! what will they dance to?
Criminal by Eminem
its rap.. but I approve of their taste
6. oh no⌠half of your otp is dead. i know youâre busy trying to find the pieces of your heart spread across the room, but could you tell me which song is to be played at the funeral?
so human by lady sovereign
definitely tyler. NO DONT DO THIS fay would be torn apart more than he already is stabs u
but its good. its catchy and the lyrics are like?? but its about being human (duh) so it suits him perfectly
7. okay, back to happy stuff: the first verse of the song defines person a of your otp
amnityville by Eminem
"(kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm.. (kill kill kill)â
excuse you. really.
but I guess if tyler became a druggieâŚ
NO id like to think HE WOULDNT ACT LIKE THAT
maybe if someone hurt fay
8. The last verse of the song defines person B. of your OTP
Positive from legally blonde
"No, Iâm positive
Being positive Iâm positive
Being positive Iâm positive
Being positive, being positive, positiveâ
fayâs inner voice come on fay cheer up ;-;
9. oh, theyâre having a baby! wonderful! the gender of the singer of the next song defines the gender of the baby. the first thing linkable to a name in the lyrics is the name. if it doesnât match/thereâs none, the name is the tenth word of the lyrics.
the best damn thing by avril lavigne
Cinderella. no. donât call your kid that. I take back everything I said about you having taste
10. your otp is canon! rejoice! what are you singing to, in the streets, crying tears of joy?
find my way/finale
THIS SONG IS ABOUT HOW I MANAGED WITHOUT YOU AND DONâT NEED YOU ANY MORE
BUT its ok becaue tyfay is very cannon
if you take this bit
"I had to find my way They day you broke my heart You handed me the chance To make a brand new start You helped me find my way Thereâs still so much to learn So many dreams to earn But even if I crash and burn ten times a dayâ
its like tyfay helping me through life which is amazing
THIS TOOK ME HALF AN HOUR but it was fun ;D
tag: (assuming marina got tagged by Leanne), duenwai, xxcinnamonbear, katarone, kelpls, shsl-unmotivated (because mutuals are friends basically amirite)
#:DDDDDDDD#tyfay#computers so laggy ;-;#tyler#fay#fayren#otp#taggy thing#me#personal#music#legally blonde#eminem#i had no anime music bastille or motion city soundtrack im dissapointed#find my way turned out better than expected ;D#3 and 4 worked out so well omg#jelly jelly#music meme
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What if CoTy was a ship.
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[Tyler/Fay] Fic: Untangle Me
Word Count: 9656 Warning(s): (Temporary) Major Character Death, Minor Character Death Summary: A robot made of thread, a robot of mass destruction, and a scientist who wants it on his side. When they meet, however, the scientist finds out something about the robot he had never thought of before. What is this robot, and why can't he pull away from it?
(notes at the end!)Â
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Made of threads, fragile apart and strong together, he was the machine they prayed years for.
 âFAY.Eâ was the writing on the inside of his left wrist and the plaque hanging above his cell, gold-plated and engraved, yet cold as the wind bites on Mount Everest. The cell was painted grey - a world of colour was meaningless to a product of bolts and thread, after all - and his âbedâ was a horizontal, flat metal tray with gold cables and wires protruding into the empty space he would occupy every few days. Recharging took up a whole half-a-day, and checking happened twice a month, the only rest days he got in his entire life of fighting and working for his âfatherâ.
 He was twenty-years-old when measured in human years, but he looked older, more mature, thanks to the designs of his mother. Created when she was forty-over, he was her precious masterpiece, the robot she had programmed perfectly, the invention she bled and suffered for for years on end without complaint.
 On the day he was born, he remembered opening his slits to a bleak room of grey and blue, his arms by his side and his body flat on a steel operating table. He remembered staring up at the ceiling, registering the source of light as âdimâ as catalogued in his database, and remembered sitting up when he heard the command to do so.
 Then he saw her.
 In a room that no sun could light up, she was the light that registered as ânurturingâ in his database. He remembered her taking his hand and marvelling over how smooth his shell of string was, and how faultless the complexion she had created for him was. She had smiled at him, and he had smiled back as a programmed reflex, but she did not hold the smile, for it soon dropped into a concerning frown, and he had reflected the same expression onto his face.
 Soon after, as he was going through the process of training for his intended purpose, and did not see her for months after. Vigorous, dull routines of spinning thread from his body to create flexible weapons meant for destruction filled his days, and he soon became accustomed to twisting and moulding his form to better infiltrate, better attack - he became the perfect weapon in mere days, but months of conditioning made his movements as fluid and as clear as mountain water travelling down its God-given waterfall.
 Six months into his life he was brought back to the same operating theatre for his check-up. He was greeted by his mother again, smiled when she smiled again, frowned when she frowned again. She lay him down and plugged his limbs and brain into cables, thick and heavy gold cables that would connect his system to the main computer. He looked up at her as she looked with concern at his face, and noted how pale and gaunt she looked.
 He licked his lips and said his first words.
 âMother,â he spoke, and she gasped in surprise. âYou look tired.â
 His mother took a step back, a trembling grey hand covering her cracked lips. Her pale blue eyes, shadowed by eye bags and dark circles, seemed to shine as tears threatened to fall. She soon recovered, however, and stood over him smiling proudly down. He returned the smile.
 âIâm fine,â she replied, her voice smooth and warm, like how his database described a âsunriseâ. âThis will be worth it.â
 He tilted his head on the operating table, and she pressed a button on the computer. Immediately, his world turned black, and he went into standby as she uploaded the upgrade onto his database.
 Limbs tired, muscles worn down, head heavy as lead, she worked on him for hours into the night, making sure that everything was fitted right into him and that there were no errors to be found between his strands. She stood over his glowing form as the information was uploaded onto him, placing her hands on his soft arm and feeling him warm up with the codes being input into his body.
 âThis will be worth it.â
 â
 He woke up after that with new programmes he had never experienced before. He teared when he saw her for the first time again, and he felt warmth fill his metallic form when she hugged him in joy. He could not understand what it was like to feel before, but now he could, and his non-heart seemed to beat in tandem with the soft whirring of his energy source.
 He went back to his cell that night feeling reborn and remade. Though his parts and functional coding remained the same, he was completely different. He could no longer be the emotionless, vacant machine they sought to create. He could no longer be entirely flawless. He was a step closer to being human, and the gratitude he felt towards his mother for making him threatened to overload his circuits and fry him to a crisp, but it didnât. He wondered what it was like to feel all the time, to be a person who was constantly assailed by the whims and fancies of the world, to be someone who cried when they were happy or sad, or both, or neither.
 Overwhelmed with his newfound self, he closed his eyes for the first time in a long time, and rested like a true human would on his switched-off charging mat.
 Placing two hands over his chest, he made-believe that he was dead, and wondered if anyone would care if he died.
 He wondered if he would care if anyone he knew died.
 â
 Three weeks after his emotions upgrade, his mother passed away.
 Over-exhaustion was the cause. Her colleagues had found her slumped over her computer, her last words being the half-written code she had intended for FAY.E to inherit.
 His father, her boss, boiled over with fury and rage when he found out. He ordered for him to be kept away from all programmers, and refused to allow any of his staff to see him more than once in their lives. Convinced FAY.E had pushed his mother, the best scientist in his entire organisation, to her death, he labelled him as taboo and kept him locked up, only releasing him from his cell to fight for his organisation or to undergo repairs.
 One day, when he was five, he was called back to the place he was born, and was forced into a state where the heart his mother had given him was locked up and beyond his reach. After the reprogramming, FAY.E reverted back to how he was before he knew his mother, and all he remembered were her actions and words to him. He could no longer feel the warmth he had saved into his mind, he could no longer reach back into a time when he felt real. He could only be what he was - a figure of metal and thread, unwinding to serve the sole purpose of acting as a puppet for his father to achieve victory over his rivals.
 The fearful weapon he became unleashed fear and terror into his fatherâs rivals, and he fought without considering any thought for human life. All reason and regard had been wiped from his mind, and all that existed was the drive for fulfilling his pre-programmed goals. He was the ultimate vassal, obedient and biding, terrifying and silent. Without a word he would cut down defences and infiltrate bases, destroying them from within with stunning dexterity. Pride was his fatherâs most-worn sin, and he had a large part in creating that sin within that man.
 This continued till he turned twenty, his daily life being that of sitting in the dark of his cell or of soaring across the blazing heat of a battlefield. He swung his thread at enemies, his specialised skill raining down like torrents unto his enemies and striking them at their core. He remained nothing but a tool for years, spurred by nothing and restrained by nothing. There was nothing distinguishing black from white but the calculations of presence of light by his mind, and there was nothing distinguishing good from bad but the wills of his father and his organisation.
 He knew nothing; he was nothing.
 And then he appeared.
 â
Tyler Reynolds was a member of a rival organisation, hard set on bringing down HAZARD, the organisation FAY.E was part of.
 He knew what FAY.E was made of, knew how he worked and how he was programmed. He had inside information, dangerous as it was, and was able to come up with a counter to FAY.Eâs seemingly airtight design.
 It took him two years to formulate what he thought was the best strategy to take FAY.E down. Not HAZARD - but once he had FAY.E, he would very soon have HAZARD. He only needed to reprogram FAY.E to suit his mission, and the tables would inevitably turn in his favour.
 The tricky bit, however, was subduing and capturing FAY.E in the first place.
 The operation went down in two main phases, each one catalysed by different events. The first was manned by the front-liners, which acted as a distraction to HAZARD to focus their main forces there. This would lure FAY.E out into the open, and as he made his way through the sacrificial front forces, the second phase would take place.
 Manned by technical strategists, they would surround FAY.E without his sensors detecting them, and they would bypass his security by bombarding him with ridiculous amounts of signals, overloading his system and overheating his circuits. It would be enough to overwhelm him, and it was a hugely costly project, but it would be worth it in the end.
 Tyler put this plan into action right after FAY.E had finished a two-week mission, giving him close to no time to repair or recharge, and sent wave after wave of assault teams in an effort to rein him in. Within hours, FAY.E appeared, barging through the front-lines and reaching the end of the first wave in less time than Tyler had anticipated.
 Tyler hurried to engage his strategists, and they dropped down into positioned. He viewed the operationâs progress through cameras on the strategists, and marvelled in the beauty of FAY.Eâs design and conception, his luxurious threads strangling life and coarsely beating those around him to a pulp. It only took a few minutes for Tyler to be wholly captivated by FAY.Eâs form, and he smiled as FAY.E was quickly apprehended by his strategists.
 âGood work,â he spoke into his microphone. âBring him back; he needs fine-tuning.â
He leaned back in his chair as he heard the collective âAffirmativeâ from his team, and waited for them to bring FAY.E back to his base. Soon, the odds would turn in his favour, and heâd be able to bring down the great power HAZARD in just a matter of time.
 If only he knew then that it wasnât going to be that easy.
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 It took them less than an hour to transport FAY.E back to the base, and the moment the robot entered the base, they confined him in a specially built box, made of toxic heavy metals and strong, reinforcing alloys. They placed his self in the box and sent him to Tylerâs laboratory, where Tyler was waiting to upload his schematics onto him.
 The moment FAY.E reached Tyler, Tyler pried open the lid and carefully examined FAY.Eâs physical state. He had been in fights and battles for the last two weeks, after all, and Tyler did not want a chipped or less-than-perfect model than the FAY.E he knew so well. However, he could find no fault on FAY.Eâs thread skin â he was completely free of any scratches or dents, something that Tyler attributed to FAY.Eâs remarkable abilities.
 He plugged heavy steel cables into FAY.Eâs ports and synced him up with his computer that ran a programme that debugged FAY.Eâs system and ploughed through the extraordinary amounts of security blockades that protected FAY.Eâs software. After an hour, he was finally done going through the sophisticated technology surrounding FAY.Eâs core, and got to rewriting FAY.Eâs technology with his own.
 While he was doing this, he chanced upon a locked set of files named simply âHis Heartâ. Intrigued, Tyler unlocked the set of files and took a peek inside.
 Files and files of emotions, reactions, feelings, likes and dislikes screamed out at him from the glowing monitor screen, and Tyler could only look at them in a mixture of wonder and shock as they started to re-download into FAY.Eâs database. He couldâve stopped it, sure, but he was interested in what FAY.E would be like with his heart. Would he still be able to carry out his tasks? Tyler wanted to see. He wanted to test how far FAY.E could go, wanted to see if he was indeed the super-human robot HAZARD made him out to be.
 He wanted to see if anyone else would compromise their morals as easily as he had.
 He left the glowing body of FAY.E to absorb all of his codes after that, leaving his lab to be protected by the best men on his team, and went back to his room to sleep.
 The room was small but cosy, just how Tyler liked it. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a long blue bed with light-blue pillows and a yellow quilt, a tall green closet with orange handles, and a wooden bookshelf of books his parents had left him when they did. The bookshelf was untouched save for the cleaners who came by routinely to keep dust off of his possessions, and he did not intend to move it at all. He had developed a distaste for reading during his teenage years, as books reminded him too strongly, like a bitter cup of hot coffee, of the parents who had left him alone without any rhyme or reason.
 Tyler sat heavily on his bed and rubbed his face with a hot towel one of his staff had passed him earlier. Tomorrow would be the first day they field-test FAY.Eâs abilities, after the computer checks him over tonight. Tyler raised his arm and checked his watch. He had three hours of sleep; just what he expected. He sighed and took off his shirt, shoes and socks, and lay down under his quilt feeling the weight of everything that had occurred that day.
Tomorrow, he would see with his own eyes what FAY.E was capable of.
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 The next morning, Tyler greeted FAY.E in his lab with a steaming cup of tea in his left hand. He leaned against the keyboard of his main computer, reviewed the programmes, and started FAY.E up.
 The machine whirred and blinked, making the box FAY.E was in glow green. Within minutes, a bright yellow box with the word âREADYâ splayed across it lit up Tylerâs screen, and he sipped his tea as the lid of FAY.Eâs box popped open.
 FAY.E slid his eyes open, and he sat up. He blinked twice, then looked around the room he was in. The room was very different from anything he had seen before. For starters, it was less stiff than what he was used to, and it seemed less structured than anything back at HAZARD.
 After doing a scan of what was immediately in front of him, FAY.E turned to look at the other aspects of the lab. He stopped looking, however, when his eyes met Tylerâs.
 âTyler Reynolds,â FAY.E read from his database. âYou are my master now.â
 FAY.Eâs voice was robotic, as Tyler had expected, but carried with it a semblance of human feeling and emotion that Tyler was pleasantly surprised to find existed.
 âYes,â Tyler replied. âYou work for me now. Do you remember your time at HAZARD?â
 âYes,â FAY.E replied. âI remember you taking me from them. But I feel no hatred. Maybe you think that your work is impeccable if this is possible, but HAZARD took much from me. I would be glad to assist you in taking them down. Your foreign encryptions, I can detect them all â I wonât let them infect what I was born with.â
 Tyler raised his eyebrow, impressed yet afraid of the might of the robot sitting in front of him, restrained only by the cables feeding him with life.
 âThatâs fine,â Tyler said. âShow me what you can do.â
 FAY.E blinked again, not because he needed to, but because he thought it was apt.
 âI would destroy your lab,â FAY.E said plainly.
 âTake care not to destroy too much of it,â Tyler replied. âI kind of need most of the things here, after all. Otherwise, just go crazy.â
 FAY.E nodded without replying, and unravelled the thread near his wrists and ankles to unplug the cables from his sockets. He used the thread near his legs to push himself up into a standing position, hovering above the box, and looked down at Tyler. His gold eyes pierced into Tylerâs, and he wrapped the thread from his shoulders to Tylerâs shoulders, immobilising him. Tyler stood still, unafraid, and felt the thread reigning FAY.E in towards him. He let this happen, never taking his eyes off of FAY.Eâs as he drew nearer.
 When FAY.E finally reached him, he withdrew his thread, and stood looking up at Tyler. Their height difference was apparent now, with Tyler standing almost a full ten centimetres above FAY.E, and Tyler caught himself staring too long at FAY.Eâs perfect face.
 âThat was beautiful,â Tyler said before he could stop himself.
 FAY.E blinked again, slowly this time, and responded as carefully as he could.
 âYour trust in me,â FAY.E said, âis beautiful too.â
 ---
 FAY.E spent the rest of his day undergoing tests and having to prove his abilities to various teams of people, many of whom treated him with a mix of grudging respect and admiration. He found many of the activities he was forced to do boring and grey, and wished to be back by Tylerâs side again, as he felt the most real when he was with the one who saved him from not having a heart.
 âShoot that target,â an analyst said to him, and FAY.E complied, raising the gun with his arm and pulling back the shaft. He lined it up with the target two kilometres away and fired, managing the recoil by reconstructing his body to move in tune with the impact. He saw the bullet, with his eyes, pierce through the centre of the target, and heaved a sigh when they told him to repeat it, only with twice the distance between him and the target now.
 This continued until the target was a full a hundred and twenty-eight kilometres away from him, and still he hit the centre without any issues. The team of analysts hung around the insane amount of bulls-eyes while he was led away to the next station, and he found his eyes dimming with ennui as he walked along.
 Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of orange hair.
 His âheartâ picked up, and he lifted his head to catch that welcoming sight again. Tyler was at his next station, chatting to a scientist about his next test, and smiled when FAY.E caught his eye.
 FAY.E, instinctively, smiled back.
 âHello,â Tyler said when he neared ear-shot. âIâll be your assessor for this one, so donât try shutting yourself down from the boredom.â
 âHow did you know?â FAY.E asked, and Tyler laughed, a pleasant sound that FAY.E quickly saved into his mind.
 âI could see it on your face,â Tyler replied, âMan, am I glad I unlocked that heart of yours. Come on, letâs get this over and done with. Iâll take you someplace cool to take that look off your face.â
 FAY.E perked up at those words, and willingly followed Tylerâs lead into a cold, pale room decorated with wires and small, pin-sized cameras.
 âNow,â Tyler said, placing himself behind a bullet-proof glass window that separated him from FAY.E, âletâs begin.â
 ----
 After that exercise, Tyler released FAY.E from any other experiments in the later part of the day, and brought him to the canteen where most of the engineers had their lunch. He slid a tray down the cafeteriaâs old-school-style railings, receiving dollops of mashed potatoes and well-sized meatballs as he went along with FAY.E tagging close behind him.
 âThe nutritional content in there isnât sufficient to keep you going,â FAY.E said, sitting down opposite Tyler as Tyler shoved meatballs into his mouth.
 âBut theyâre delicious,â Tyler replied, mouth full of pork and beef, and chewed before swallowing the mess down. âItâs fine, I have supplements.â
 FAY.E scoffed, and watched as Tyler played with his mashed potato, forming a well in the middle and drizzling gravy in.
 âHumans are weird, indeed,â FAY.E muttered, as Tyler spread a layer of mashed potato onto his meatball before eating it. âYou eat for taste and not for survival.â
 âWell,â Tyler said, âItâs much more interesting to eat for taste.â
 âBut itâs not as efficient,â FAY.E replied, âIt would benefit you much more if you ate what you truly needed for optimal performance.â
 âIâm not a machine, FAY.E,â Tyler said, and continued to eat as FAY.E grew quiet. âI like tasty stuff. It means nothing to me if I eat for the sole purpose of sustaining my body.â
 Silence fell across the table after Tyler spoke, and he looked up from his plate to meet FAY.Eâs eyes. FAY.E was staring at him in what looked to be surprise, and Tyler felt uneasy under his gaze.
 âDid I say something wrong?â Tyler asked, putting his fork down.
 âYou called me Fay.â FAY.E answered, blinking slowly. âNo one has called me that before.â
 âReally?â Tylerâs voice rose in surprise himself, and he clasped his hands together under his chin. âWe call you that all the time here.â
 âNo they donât,â FAY.E said, âOnly you call me Fay. Everyone else calls me F-A-Y-dot-E.â
 Tyler thought about this for a while and found it to be true. He shrugged, playing it off, and resumed eating his meal.
 âI guess I donât see you as a robot. You seem pretty human to me.â Tyler said. âYouâve certainly got the heart for it.â
 Tyler wiped off the remains of his food off his plate and stood up to return it, FAY.E following behind him. He hadnât realised that he would start treating this robot as a human, but he was well on his way to forming a bond with him. Whether it was right to encourage this bond, however â he didnât have the answer to that. He would simply go along with what he felt and see where it led him.
âCome,â Tyler said, beckoning for FAY.E to follow him. âIâll show you something cool.â
 âWhat do you want to show me?â FAY.E asked, âYou downloaded the map of your base into me, I know everything.â
 âNot everything,â Tyler replied, placing his palm on a scanner that immediately recognised him and let them through the door leading out of the canteen. âThereâs nothing about my private quarters in your head.â
 âYou trust me enough to take me to your private quarters? I could make a mess of you.â FAY.E said, âIt would not be difficult.â
 Tyler shrugged again, and wound through corridors with high ceilings till they got to a glass elevator. âIf youâd wanted to mess me up, you wouldâve already done so.â He placed his palm on the scanner, and a pod appeared inside the elevator. âI trust you.â
 FAY.E let his head tilt to one side as Tyler got into the pod, and wondered why he would ever do such a thing for a monster that had killed many of his companions and subordinates. Tyler stared at him for a minute, then extended a hand towards him.
 âI trust you.â
 With that, FAY.E took Tylerâs warm hand, and stepped into the pod.
 ----
 They entered Tylerâs room, and again there was the bed with its quilt and pillows, the brightly coloured closet, and the bookshelf.
 âYour room is small,â FAY.E commented, going straight to the closet and feeling its surface. âAnd old.â
 âHey, watch it, Iâm not thirty yet,â Tyler said, flopping onto his bed. âYouâd be right to say that about me in a few months, though.â
 âYouâre ten years older than me,â FAY.E replied, a bit amused, âYou were a mere child when I was created.â
 âYouâre a mere child,â Tyler mumbled sarcastically, and sat up. FAY.E had moved onto the bookshelf now, and he was squatting down, mesmerised by the different hard-cover books with gold lettering on them.
 âThese are fascinating,â FAY.E said, âYou have one about botany in the early 20th century. May I?â
 âKnock yourself out. I have no interest in those.â Tyler said, and watched as FAY.E carefully opened it with both hands, mirroring what humans would have done in his position. âDidnât know youâd be interested in that particular book, but I had a feeling youâd enjoy the selection.â
 âYou had a feeling,â FAY.E repeated under his breath, eyes scanning the contents of the book. The pages felt oddly warm and welcoming under his touch, and he smoothed the antique pages with his fingers as he read the fluid, foreign-sounding language resting on them.  âMay I bring this back to my cell?â
 âYou donât have a cell,â Tyler said bemusedly, âYou have a cell?â
 âI mean,â FAY.E said, searching through his dictionary for the appropriate word, âMy accommodation here.â
 âOh. My lab.â Tyler scratched his head. âSure, do whatever with it. I donât care much for these books. You can come in here and borrow them as you wish. Treat this like your personal library.â
 âThank you.â FAY.E said as sincerely as his voice would allow him to. âTruly, thank you.â
 Tyler nodded, and the two of them sat in silence for a while, FAY.E reading his book and Tyler watching him.
 After a while, FAY.E closed the book, sighed to himself, and smiled down at the gigantic, heaving volume of flora and fauna.
 âThank you,â he said again, and smiled at Tyler. Now it was the saviourâs turn to blink in surprise, Tyler taking a few seconds to fully comprehend what FAY.E was doing before smiling back in return.
 âNo problem,â Tyler said. âWhat would you like to do now?â
 âMy father is looking for me,â FAY.E said abruptly, staring at Tyler. âI can hear his commands shouting in my heads as we speak.â
 Tyler tensed. He knew all along that this was going to happen, and had sent decoys to play with HAZARD for a while, but evidently, he had not done enough. He stared at FAY.E, hand balling a fist of his bedsheets, and waited for him to speak again.
 âI will not answer them,â FAY.E clarified, and Tyler relaxed. âI serve you.â
 âHow long?â Tyler asked, and watched as FAY.E did mental calculations in his head.
 âYou have two weeks before he finds you.â FAY.E replied, and Tyler felt his heart race. âI can make it three, if you let me.â
 âMake it three,â Tyler replied quickly, already whipping his phone out to make preparations for the ambush. âDear lord, make it three.â He tapped a few buttons, alerting his captains, and set his phone down again. âCan you beat them?â
 âI am unsure.â FAY.E said, as he himself sent out codes and set up barriers around Tylerâs software. His father could not reach him now, could not track him, but it would not take him very long to figure out where FAY.E was held at. âI have never known their full force to come out at once, but it seems as though they are doing that now.â
 âRun scans on them and let me know,â Tyler commanded, standing up and speaking into his watch. âIf we donât have strategies in place, we wonât be able to take them down.â
 FAY.E watched as Tyler worriedly put his immediate team on full alert, and stood up as well, the book heavy in his right hand.
 âI will assist you as best as I can,â he said, and Tyler paused in his pacing to look at him. âMy loyalty lies with you, Tyler Reynolds. You trusted me, and now I will repay you with all of myself.â
 Tyler walked towards him and looked at him, their faces close enough that FAY.E could feel the warm exhale of Tylerâs breath.
 âYou said that my trust in you was beautiful,â Tyler said, reminded of what FAY.E had said earlier that day.
 FAY.E nodded, gold eyes uncharacteristically warm as Tyler searched his face for any signs of unease.
 âI think youâre beautiful,â FAY.E said, and Tyler swallowed, his heart racing at a speed that would make a lightning bolt flee for its life.
 Here FAY.E was, saying that as if it were the most uncomplicated, natural thing in the world for him to say about somebody, waiting for Tyler to respond. Tyler was caught between saying what he wanted to say and saying what he was limited to saying. They have only known each other a day, after all - he could not reply to FAY.E as he would have liked to. Mentally shutting off his own heart for a minute, Tyler forced a smile before replying.
 âThank you,â Tyler said awkwardly, and nodded, dropping his gaze to the tiles of the floor as FAY.E continued staring at him, waiting for a proper response.
 They stood there in silence for a while, FAY.E looking at Tyler looking at his shoes. After a while, Tyler broke the silence by clearing his throat, and stepped backwards.
 âYouâre going to need rest,â Tyler said, turning away. âThereâs a big day for you tomorrow. Weâre going to need to access your technology to help in our defences, and youâre going to need to be in stasis for a very long time.â
 âIâll rest then,â FAY.E said, âThank you for the book.â
 âYouâre welcome,â Tyler replied, âDo what you wish. This base is your home now.â
 FAY.E nodded at Tylerâs back, and stayed in his laboratory as the lights dimmed around him. Tyler placed his hand on the scanner and stepped through the open doorway. He kept his hand there, and turned his body to face FAY.E again.
 âI think youâre beautiful too.â
 He stepped out of the laboratory, walked away, and was answered by the slide of the door behind him.
 ââ
 The next day, Tyler didnât see FAY.E at all. The robot was whisked away by analysts and technicians, while Tyler was busy deciding what to do about the incoming invasion.
 Tyler never knew that he could feel an ache for someone - or something, rather - as complex and as wonderful as FAY.E could be. Throughout his day, his discussions with his strategists and generals wholly revolved around what FAY.E could do for his organisation, what FAY.E could potentially help them produce for the upcoming battle; Tyler could not escape from thinking about him, and various thoughts of worrying degrees assailed him throughout the day.
 At the end of the day, Tyler, feeling worn down and tired, went straight back to his room without eating anything. He tiredly unlocked the door to his room and walked in, taking off his shirt and throwing it onto the bed in the room. As he was getting ready to sleep, picking up the hot towel from the metal dish one of his staff had set on his bed, he walked to the bookshelf, just to see if FAY.E had done anything to it while he was out.
 On top of the bookshelf was a small note, handwritten in a handwriting too childish to be from anybody in his workforce, and he inspected it carefully.
 âTyler Reynolds,
Thank you for allowing me to make use of your âlibraryâ. I read about handwriting and decided to try it out. I hope what I write is legible. Your books are very interesting.
I missed you today.
-FAY.Eâ
 Tyler laughed to himself, holding the small note close, and pinning it down to the top of his bookshelf with another book. He threw his used towel and shirt onto the floor and thought about FAY.E. Not his abilities or aptitude for his tasks, but about him as a person. How would he have been if Tyler had not unlocked his heart? And more pressingly, who was he to Tyler, now that his heart was indeed unlocked?
 Tyler groaned to himself and planted his face to his pillow.
 Time was running out for them; he did not have time to think about these trivial things.
 If only in another place and time, he thought to himself as he drifted into unconsciousness, had I met you.
 â
 The next week passed by in a blur, with Tyler only seeing FAY.E once or twice each day. The both of them were extremely busy with everything that they had to do, everything that they had to execute. There was no time to lose - one blunder could result in the loss of thousands of lives, and neither of them wanted to see that happen.
 FAY.E approached Tyler one night, in the quiet of the empty canteen, and sat down opposite him like he had done on their first day together.
 âHow many people died,â FAY.E said, catching Tylerâs attention, âas you were capturing me?â
 Tyler swallowed, noodles disappearing down his throat with a gulp, and looked up at FAY.E
 âHow long have you been here?â Tyler asked.
 âJust,â FAY.E replied. âAnswer my question.â
 Tyler looked at him for a long while before answering.
 âSixty-three,â Tyler said. âThere were forty-nine who died in the first wave, and fourteen who died in the second. Why do you ask?â
 âI wanted to know,â FAY.E said, pushing his chair out and hearing it scratch cacophonies across the cement floor. âThatâs all.â
 He was ready to leave, back turned towards Tyler, when he felt a strong hand grab his arm.
 âNone of that is your fault.â Tyler said, voice steady and calm. âI sent them after you. They knew what they were getting into.â
 âIt does not help my mood if you say that. I think you have dealt with situations similar to this before. It is ineffective if you say the truth.â FAY.E stated, and Tyler loosened his grip. âI will make their sacrifices worth it. I will not let you fall.â
 âFay,â Tyler said, and FAY.E unwound the thread under Tylerâs grip, wrapping it around so that they were bound together by a complex of nylon, cotton and silk.
 âYou do not have to worry,â FAY.E said. âI will disintegrate across a thousand rivers before I let you lose a single hair off your scalp.â
 With that, FAY.E left, and Tyler felt a phantom of the touch FAY.E had dealt to him just moments ago. He stared at his noodle soup, half-eaten and fully cold, and smiled to himself in pity.
 âSince when did you become so goddamn poetic?â he mused, stirring the soup with his spoon.
 âDonât make me fall in love with you, Tennyson.â
 â
 Three weeks soon flew by, and by then, Tyler was as prepared for the oncoming frontier as he ever would.
 The night before the expected arrival of HAZARDâs troops, Tyler and FAY.E sat in his room, Tyler playing with a game on his phone and FAY.E reading about the Second World War.
 Tylerâs eyes strayed from his phone to FAY.E a few times, taking in the simple domestic feel of FAY.E sitting in his old t-shirt and shorts that had gotten too small for him to wear. He caught himself starting to smile, and pushed it down. No, he told himself, this isnât the time and place for it.
 âThis is fascinating,â FAY.E mumbled. âDo you mean to tell me that these nuclear bombs levelled an entire town?â
 âYeah,â Tyler replied, âLittle Boy and Fat Man. Incredible amounts of devastation done to those two areas, incredibly lasting effects of radiation as well. Fascinating, but banned across the world for what they did, or can do, to humanity. We will never consider using them to our advantage.â
 âMm,â FAY.E said, âBut if you could, everything would be in your favour, would it be not?â
 âItâs dirty,â Tyler said, looking up from his phone. âDonât even think about doing anything related to nuclear warfare. Even if it means that we win, I wouldnât stand for it.â
 FAY.E nodded, and set the book aside. âIâm prepared to die for you, but I would hate it if you and your family suffered along with the enemy. You are certainly in close enough proximity to be affected by the nuclear after-effects.â
 âDie?â Tyler asked, sitting up, his heart starting to race yet again. âYou can die? Youâre a robot.â
FAY.E nodded again, and moved closer to Tylerâs bed. âWhen I use up all my thread, my system immediately shuts down and self-destructs. I am of no use if my outer layer is removed. It is a safety mechanism hardwired into my system. It cannot be reversed or stopped.â He tried to ignore the way Tylerâs jaw tensed at the new information, and continued speaking. âAnd I am fully aware of this. Going into battle for you - if I die this way, it will be okay. It will be worth it.â FAY.E looked at Tyler, noticing the tremble in his hands and the worry painting his face. He smiled, and took Tylerâs hand in his. âYou will find a way to make me alive again.â
 Tyler shook, tears threatening to fall as he was reminded again and again of how dedicated and loyal FAY.E was, and how he could lose him the very next day.
 âDonât die on me,â Tyler said. âYou canât â not after everything youâve done. You canât. Die on me tomorrow.â
 âIt is a possibility that you will have to face,â FAY.E said, letting Tyler grip his hand tightly. âI am willing to do it. You will be able to reconstruct me. Iâm just a robot.â
 Tyler shook his head, pulling FAY.E up to his bed and closer to him. âYouâre different. I canât lose you tomorrow like Iâve lost everybody else.â
 FAY.E blinked, feeling the raw emotion spill out of Tyler in a way that he had never seen before. It was delicate and fragile, and he wanted to protect it with all his might.
 âYouâre special to me too.â FAY.E stated matter-of-factly. âThere is no way I would serve any master but you.â
 âNo more calling me âmasterâ.â Tyler said, taking both of FAY.Eâs hands into his. âNo more âTyler Reynoldsâ either. My name is Tyler. You call me Tyler, Fay.â
 âTyler,â FAY.E tried on his tongue, the truncation feeling weird but welcome, âCall me Fay, like you always do.â
 âYou should have a last name too,â Tyler said, âYour eyes. Theyâre like a ray of sunshine. Raye. Thatâll be your last name â Fay Raye.â
 Fay pulled a face.
 âThe alliteration does not work. I do not like it.â Fay said, âI read up about the old Chinese language. The word for human reads as ârenâ. I want to be a human.â He paused in his thoughts, and spoke again. âFay Ren Raye - that would break up the alliteration.â
 âIt would flow better if they were together,â Tyler said, considering the alternative in his head, and felt satisfied by what he came up with. âFayren Raye. That sounds lovely.â
 âFayren,â Fay said, and smiled to himself without noticing. âI like it. Itâs beautiful.â
 âJust like you are,â Tyler replied, and Fay looked up, smiled, and leaned in closer.
 âI trust you.â Fay whispered, and Tyler closed the gap between them, kissing him for the first time and revelling in how he was finally kissing the person that he loved.
 Tyler had initially thought the feeling of cloth on lips to be weird, but now that Fay was responding, he delighted in the way the blend of threads felt beneath him, and kissed him until he was out of breath.
 âTomorrow,â Tyler breathed, leaning his forehead against Fayâs.
 âTomorrow.â
â
 The front-line was engaged at four in the morning, the timing Fay had expected them to, and they held off HAZARDâs troops well, dissipating the orderly arrangement of their force like how water pushes ions apart in solution. Tyler ordered the second wave to charge in, and then looked at Fay, who was battle-ready and standing beside him.
 âWe have this in the bag,â Tyler said, smiling at him. âWe might not even have toââ
 The ceiling above them started to crumble, and both of their heads jolted upwards to where they saw a massive crack in it.
 âTyler,â Fay said urgently, grabbing him and pulling him close, âWe need to evacuate. They are here.â
 âHow did my sensors not pick them up?â Tyler said urgently, running towards the door as the ceiling groaned, threatening to give way. He informed his tag team, and they were on the case a split second later. âHow did they get through security? Shit, this isnât good. Shitââ
Fay placed a hand on Tylerâs back, calming him, and stroked it gently.
 âDo not be afraid,â Fay said, as warmly as he could, âYour men will take care of it quickly.â
 Tyler swallowed and stepped out of the room, setting it to full lock-down once he was outside. None of the infiltrators would be able to get any information out of the computers now. He led Fay down the corridor and out into the open, where they heard gunshots and missiles hitting their marks and making devastating impact on both sides. Tyler stood there silently for a minute, taking in the destruction and chaos around him, and sighed deeply.
 âI suppose this means Iâll have to join them too,â Tyler muttered, calling for his equipment to be brought up to the lab as he speed-walked in that direction. âI donât think Iâve told you this, but I used to be a marksman for the military a long time ago. I was the youngest and the best.â Tyler took a moment to look back at Fay and grin at him cheekily, to which Fay scoffed. âAnd I havenât lost a single ounce of my skill since back then.â
 âI look forward to seeing you in action,â Fay said, âI never knew you to be able to participate directly in warfare. I learn something new about you every day.â
 Tyler smiled, and entered his lab, finding his guns, ammo, and armour laid out nicely on one of the cool steel desks in the room. He picked up the guns, one by one, weighing them in his hands and feeling their grooves, just to get a feel of it again.
 He reloaded the guns with the ammo provided, and placed them aside while he shed his lab coat and put on his armour. The plates were light but rigid, the metallic version of glass, the armour a perfect fit for his build, and Fay watched as Tyler slid them on with ease. He then strapped the guns to his back, and one to his belt, before sliding two knives behind each of his calves.
 âYou can never be too careful,â Tyler smiled, grabbing a few bombs and strapping them to his belt as well. âIt looks heavy, but it doesnât feel like much.â He shifted in his gear, satisfied with the fitting, and put on a glove on his left hand. âOr maybe Iâm just used to it.â
 Fay stepped forward, moving closer to Tyler, and held his face in his hands.
 âFor some reason,â Fay said, Tyler breathing onto his thumbs, âI think you look very good in this ensemble. After this, you should practice shooting more often.â
 Tyler laughed, and pulled Fay closer to him.
 âIf that was a come on,â Tyler murmured, âthen I suppose itâs okay if I do this.â
 He leaned in close and met Fayâs lips, kissing him gently and slowly as Fayâs hands fell from his face and went to wrap around his neck instead. Tyler wrapped his own arms around Fayâs impossibly small waist, and reeled him in.
 When they moved apart, Tyler smiled warmly at Fay, and Fay smiled warmly back.
 âLetâs go,â Tyler said, grabbing Fay by the wrist.
 They left the laboratory, turning the lights off and locking the entire room securely to make sure nobody could go in and make a mess of the equipment inside.
 Once they were outside, Tyler let the strategists take Fay, and he went straight to the tall sniping tower at the far end of the base to join the rest of their marksmen. He would do this well, do this right, and at the end of it all, he would return to have Fay in his arms.
 If all went well, that is.
 He went up the tower and stopped at the optimal height, getting off and quickly setting up. There was nobody there; it was his favourite spot because of this. The moment he got off, Tyler lined his first gun up with an enemy, shot, and watched as the soldier fell to the ground, red mist spewing from his back.
 Breathing in, he continued his streak, picking out people like they were ants, shooting them and watching them fall â it was all he could do for his organisation. It made him feel dirty, but there was nothing more, nothing less he could do. If it meant that his men were in peril, he would do anything.
 Then he saw Fay â a streak of pale beige shot across the battlefield, leaving bodies of mauled victims in its path. Fay fought quickly and efficiently, cutting down the best of soldiers with the dexterity Tyler had been scared and awed by. Now, however, he was only concerned with Fay â was he doing okay? Was he hurt? He urged to tell them to call Fay back, to keep him safe in case they needed him, but knew that Fay was needed to subdue the enemy forces.
Caught up in his thoughts and his killing spree, Tyler didnât notice the figure looming behind him.
 âTyler Reynolds,â a gruff, old voice said, and Tyler froze, trigger half-pressed, hands paused on the gun. His target shifted away, and his gun now pointed at an empty, bloody ground.
 âGive me my son back.â
 --
 Fay was doing well, slashing through enemy forces and using his thread to attack multiple enemies at once. Within ten minutes he had halved the size of the advancing force, and he felt no fatigue whatsoever. He thanked Tyler for taking the time to review his circuits individually, optimizing their capacity, and forged on.
 All was well until he heard his fatherâs voice in his head.
 âCome back here,â the monster droned, âAnd kill the man you betrayed me for.â
 At the same time, he could hear Tyler screaming at him, a sound that pierced his electric heart to its core.
 âDonât come back!â Tyler screamed, hoarse and in obvious agony. âHeâll kill yââ
 âCome back here,â the monster repeated, âor I shall kill him myself.â
 Fay suddenly felt his entire being turn numb, and cursed under his breath as he turned around, flinging himself across the battlefield to get back to the base. People were shouting at him, yelling at him that he was going in the wrong direction, but Fay knew what he had to do. He hated that, despite the man not knowing anything about him, his father could figure out what was most important to him in a blink of an eye. He hated the thought of meeting his father again, but more than ever, he hated the thought of Tyler dying at his hands.
 He would not stand for that, not after all that he had said to Tyler.
 Within minutes he was back at the base, and instinctively, he went off in the direction of Tylerâs laboratory. His father had a cruel streak unlike anyone he had ever known in history. Worse than Hitler, worse than Mussolini, he knew that his father would delight in nothing else than killing Tyler in the one place he had never expected to die in.
 When Fay finally reached the laboratory, he was hot with anger, disabling the door with his thread and barging in. He saw the two of them, both bloody, Tyler lying by the side of his fatherâs feet, panting at the cement below him. When they heard Fay enter, however, their heads immediately turned to face him.
 âLet him go,â Fay bit, his words as sharp and cold as icicles. âIf you want me, take me back. I will go willingly.â
 âDonât talk like that to your father,â the monster said, âWhere are your manners? Youâre nothing more than a lowly thing, made for me, by meââ
 âI was made by my mother,â Fay hissed, stepping forward, feeling rage fill his every crevice. âAll you did was shut off who she made me into.â
 âYou are a robot,â he replied, grey eyes seeming to become bullets that threatened to shoot at Fay, âShe used up unnecessary space in you to make you more of a human. That wasnât what you were intended for.â
 âDestiny is worth nothing to a machine.â Fay stepped closer, moving so he could stand directly in front of his father and Tyler. âDestiny is worth nothing to a scoundrel like you, too.â He unwound the thread around his shoulders and drew them into two giant scythes, aiming them at his father. âI will not allow you to harm those I care about anymore.â
 âYour unlocked heart is making you be less than perfect,â his father said angrily, raising a pistol that Fay recognised as Tylerâs. He pointed it to the side of Tylerâs head, making him flinch against the cold metal. âBut itâs alright. When Iâm done with you and this scientist-sniper friend of yours, Iâll reconstruct a better version of you.â
 âThere wonât be a better version of him,â Tyler spat, âHeâs already the best robot anyone could create.â
 âYou will not have him,â Fay said, and moved forward, but stopped when he saw his fatherâs finger tense in preparation to squeeze the trigger beneath it. He grew frustrated, and wished that Tyler could move to get out of the way of the gun, when he saw Tyler smile.
 Before he could react, he heard the click of a button, and the tiles his father and Tyler were on fell through, a gaping hole filling in what was there before. Fay surged forward and followed them, desperately using his thread to grab onto Tyler as they fell through a whole floor. He struggled to keep hold of both Tyler and of the floor above them, suspending himself between the two planes and using his thread to keep them taut.
 âWhat in the world?â  He yelled down, watching as his father crashed, along with the cement that followed, into the floor below them, and he slowly pulled Tyler back up towards him, away from what remained of his father. âWhat was that?â
 âI had sections of the lab tricked out to do that,â Tyler laughed, burying his face into Fayâs shoulder. âThank goodness you werenât standing on the tiles near us, or I wouldnât have been able to do it.â
 âWhy was this not in my database?â Fay said, slightly angry yet relieved at the same time. âYou could haveââ
 A bullet whizzed through the air, cutting through some of Fayâs strands, and they dangled in the air. Fay cursed, lifting Tyler further up so that he could return to his laboratory, and settled into a position hovering above the debris below him.
 âHe is still alive,â Fay said, scanning the debris for signs of life. He found it, and turned some of his thread into needles, shooting between the cracks of the cement to injure his father. âStay up there.â
 âI canât let you do this alone,â Tyler called back, already alerting his subordinates about the break-in. âHe may be just a human to you, but heâs dangerous.â
 âI can handle him,â Fay replied, and caught a glimpse of his father moving around under the debris. He went closer, lifting up the rocks and finding his father, with legs crushed beneath a heavy piece of concrete, angrily pointing a gun back at him. âHeâs as good as dead.â
 âNot yet, you bastard,â he spat up, blood trickling down the side of his face, âNot yet.â
 With surprising speed, he fired five shots, then dropped his arm down in a final surrender. The five bullets looked to Fay like they were going to miss him, but he soon realised what his father had meant to do, and turned in horror as the calculated bulletsâ path converged to Tylerâs body. Tyler, with his body turned away from them, was wide open for the attack, and had no idea that his life was in peril.
 Without thinking, Fay released as much thread as he could, creating a huge and formidable shield around Tyler, and put his metal body in the middle of it. He stretched his arms out, willing all the thread he could summon to cushion the bulletsâ blow.
 The bullets hit Fayâs shield, and he focused all his strength to preventing them from breaking through, winding thread around the bullets, testing his fabricâs elasticity. Through the gaps between his strands, he saw Tyler turn back around, and saw him stare at what was happening behind him.
 If he himself was not on the brink of death, Fay would have laughed at the expression on Tylerâs face.
 Fay could feel that this was the end of his service to Tyler in this body, and so waved him goodbye with his bare metal arm. He smiled, thinking that a face without skin and substance must have looked terrifying to Tyler, and felt his database shut down. As the camera-eyes dimmed, he saw Tyler shout at him, and saw the bullets slowing to a stop before his thread unwound from them. He closed his lids and fell through, his thread useless and limp around him.
 âGoodbye, FAY.E,â a robotic voice said in his mind, a voice that reminded him strongly of his mother, âYou have reached the end of your service.â
 ----
 Tyler looked on in silence as five silver bullets that he recognised as his own fell from the air, together with the thread Fay was made of. He had seen Fayâs naked face smile at him before the robot dropped down, clattering into a mound of broken metal pieces with unbelievably long, scorched threads piling on top of it. He stood there in shock, trying to comprehend everything that had happened, and stared through the hole for a long time.
 His task force arrived shortly after, and surveyed the mess quietly. They moved quickly, though, when Tyler told them to clean up the body, and had HAZARDâs boss extracted from the rubble in no time.
 He took the elevator down a level, and walked towards Fayâs corpse, where nothing left of the original robot was left behind. Sure, all his parts and his programmes were all there, but he could not be distinguished from a crash dummy â all his facial and physical features had been used up to protect Tyler.
 Tyler kneeled down beside the broken robot and placed a hand over his chest, where his motherboard was located. It was warm with the working of gears that had gone on just moments ago, and Tyler popped it open, finding dozens of memory cards stuffed inside.
 He carefully removed each and every one and held them in his hand tightly before telling his team to take Fayâs body parts and transport them to his laboratory. They looked at each other questioningly after this order was given, but complied nonetheless.
 From his phone, his front forces reported that they had triumphed over the HAZARD forces, and that they could count that battle as a victory. He sent out the order for all troops to rest for a day before retiring to his lab.
 He stared at the gaping hole in its floor, held the memory cards in his hands, and wondered if it was fitting that he was just like his laboratory now.
 He was missing a big part of him.
 ----
 It took him four years, but now Tyler was standing, hair frayed and matted, brows dirty with sweat, above a figure of Fay in his box.
 He ran his hands along the box as the cables prepared Fay for his first entry into the world. Tyler had made a few minor changes to him â had aged him four years, which Fay would be glad for, and had hung a triangular, yellow necklace around his neck â but otherwise, he was exactly the same as before, and Tyler hoped beyond hope that he would turn out to be the Fay he was back then.
 Imprinted on the inside of his left wrist was his name, âFayren Rayeâ, and not âFAY.Eâ like it had been in the past, and Tyler sat back in his chair, reclining, as he waited patiently for him to wake.
 He had waited for four years. He could wait a few minutes.
 Then the boxâs lid popped open, and a pale hand gingerly pushed it upwards. Fay sat up, flexed his fingers, and looked up at Tyler with sparkling, gold eyes. Tyler inhaled a sharp breath, waiting for something to happen, and Fay smiled at him.
 âTyler,â he said, and Tyler felt tears prick the corners of his eyes.
 âMy Tyler.â
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A/N: holy shit, i havent written creatively in like 3/4months i hope this is okay!! also this is the longest fic iâve ever written alone wow it took me a whole weekend but here it is!! i hope you enjoyed it :D i certainly had fun writing it wheeÂ
+BONUS: thereâs a poem that goes with it too, & itâs here ^^
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Käte Bosse-Griffiths - Ff. Arwel
Kate Bosse-Griffiths -Â Cymraes, Almaenes, awdur ac Eifftolegydd o dras Iddewig
 Ganwyd Kate Bosse-Griffiths (16 Mehefin 1910 â 4 Ebrill 1998) yn nhref fach Wittenberg yn yr Almaen.
 Roedd ei theulu yn llewyrchus ac uchel iawn ei barch yn y gymuned, ond pan welodd yr Almaen dwf Natsïaeth yn ystod y 1930au, dechreuodd ddioddef erledigaeth a chasineb.
 Er iddi gael ei magu fel aelod oâr Eglwys Lutheraidd, roedd Kate yn Iddew ar ochr ei Mam. Ddwy genhedlaeth yn gynharach, roedd y teulu wedi troi at Brotestaniaeth Lwtheraidd ac er gwaethaf yr elfennau gwrth-Semitig amlwg o fewn yr eglwys Lutheraidd, nid oedd pwysau ar deuluoedd fel teuluâr Bosse tan ddyfodiad Hitler.
Ar Ă´l cwblhau ei haddysg uwch, derbyniwyd Kate i Brifysgol Munich lle enillodd ddoethuriaeth mewn Astudiaethau Clasurol ac Eifftoleg ym 1935. Ond yn 1937 collodd Kate ei swydd gyntaf fel Awdolegydd yn Amgueddfa Berlin pan ddarganfuwyd bod ei mam yn Iddew. Collodd Paul Bosse, tad Kate, ei swydd fel meddyg yn yr ysbyty leol ac fe gafodd ei annog i ysgaru ââi wraig â rhywbeth y gwrthododd ei wneud.
 Ym mis Hydref 1937, daeth Kate i Brydain fel ffoadur oâr Almaen â gwlad oedd erbyn hynny yng ngafel haearnaidd y NatsĂŻaid. Yno, wrth weithio yn Amgueddfa yr Ashmolean yn Rhydychen, daeth i gyfarfod â myfyriwr Eifftoleg ifanc, J. Gwyn Griffiths.
 Syrthiodd y ddau mewn cariad, gan ddechrau canlyn. Ymhen hir a hwyr, priododd y ddau gan symud i fyw um Mhentre yn y Rhondda. Yno, syrthiodd Kate mewn cariad eto. Ond y tro hyn, syrthio mewn cariad gyda'r iaith Gymraeg a wnaeth hi, gan ei dysguân gyflym aâi mesitroli. Daeth hi a J Gwyn Griffiths yn weithgar iawn o fewn cylchoedd cenedlaetholgar, cylchoedd heddychlon a chylchoedd llenyddol yn yr ardal. Kate ei hun oedd tu Ă´l i sefydlu cylch llenyddol Cadwgan, a fuân weithgar yn y Rhondda yn ystod y rhyfel. Rhannodd hefyd yr un ymrwymiad ââi gĹľr dros achos Plaid Cymru a buân ymgyrchydd brwd dros y blaid ar wastad lleol.
 Yn ystod yr un cyfnod, yn Ă´l yn yr Almaen, roedd ei theulu yn dioddef dan hiliaeth ac erledigaeth greulon y NatsiaĂŻd. Cafodd Paul Bosse ei arestio gan y Gestapo a chafodd mam Kate, Kathe Bosse, ei dal aâi llofruddio yng ngwersyll carchar erchyll i ferched, RavensbrĂźck.
 Wedi cyfnod yn y Bala yng ngogledd Cymru, lle bu Kate yn rhoi cymorth i garcharorion rhyfel Almaenig, symudodd y ddau i Abertawe. Yno, daeth J. Gwyn Griffiths yn Athro ar Eifftoleg a Kate yn guradur casgliad hynafiaethauâr Aifft yn y brifysgol.
 Cyhoeddodd Kate hefyd nofelau, straeon byrion a gweithiau ffeithiol yn y Gymraeg megis Anesmwyth Hoen, Mae'r Galon wrth y Llyw a Cariadau â gan gyhoeddiâr olaf oâr rhain pan oedd hiân 85 mlwydd oed. Â
 Roedd ei hysgrifau yn gosmopolitaidd ac yn rhyddfrydol eu hagwedd, gan drin a thrafod rhyw a rhywioldeb yn eofn ac yn ddi-flewyn-ar-dafod. Roedd ei gwaith yn gyfoethog tu hwnt ac yn llawn amrywiaethau ar draddodiadau Cymreig ac Almaenig. Roedd dylanwadau clir o duâr Clasuron aâr Aifft ar ei gwaith gydag is-lais ffeministaidd cryf yn rhedeg drwyâr cyfan. Ond uwchlaw hyn i gyd, roedd KatĂŤ yn gweld ei hunan fel unigolyn a dinesydd byd yn fythol chwilio am wybodaeth, y gwir, aâr hawl i berthyn.
 Mae ei stori hi yn parhau i fod yn bwysig i ni hyd heddiw wrth iddi ein hannog i fod yn ymwybodol oâr hanes Ewropeaidd rydym i gyd yn ei rannu âân gilydd ar draws y cyfandir.
 Yng Nghymru, daeth Kate o hyd i deulu a diwylliant a thrwy hynny fe wnaeth gyfraniadau arbennig ac ysbrydoli eraill.
 Yn ei barddoniaeth, byddai Kate yn mynegi pwysigrwydd cynnal gwerthoedd gwâr drwy storm rhyfel. Meddai:
âFe ddaeth y storm a derfydd, / Ti, fab y werin, clyw! / O cadw ac ymgeledda/ Yr hyn a ddylai fyw ...âÂ
 Mae ei meibion, Heini a Robat Gruffudd, ill dau wedi gwneud cyfraniadau arbennig eu hunain yng Nghymru. Mae Heini wedi gwneud gwaith sylweddol o fewn maes dysgu Cymraeg i oedolion a Robat yw sylfaenydd cwmni cyhoeddiâr Lolfa, sydd yn dathluâr 50 eleni.
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 Hedyn
Hedyn wyf o wlad bell Wedi ei lyncu gan aderyn treigl Wedi ei gludo dros y mĂ´r gan wennol; Disgynnodd ar dir newydd ei aredig A thaflu gwreiddiau [...] Tyfais yn gnawd byw Tyfais yn rhan o Gymru
Fflur Arwel Daw Fflur Arwel o Gaernarfon ac mae bellach yn byw yn Aberystwyth ac yn gweithio i wasg Y Lolfa fel rheolwr marchnata.
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fic: i'll never let you go (don't you leave me lonely)
pairing: tyler/fay word count: 1255 warning(s): major character death a/n: so this is kinda based on this song which is sad & also i hope u like this!! because i know KEL WILL laughs cruelly
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He clutches his pale, bony knees to his chest and puts his chin between their gaps.
The world is liquid around him, swirling and stirring, but heâs the dip in the cup the world is in. Heâs the dark hole the swirling is creating, and he wants so desperately to get out, but he doesnât know how to. Thereâs no ladder, no safety buoy, and heâs drowning.
Heâs been this way for a week, a week of feeling sorry for himself and for the future he thought they had once, and he berates himself for listening to his heart instead of his head for once.
He wipes away the tears on his face ineffectively, because another stream of tears just flows down to take their place, and sniffles.
And he vows to never make that mistake again.
--
On a hot, insufferable summer night three years ago, he had made his choice.
âFay!â Tyler shouted, closing the door to their apartment. âFay!â
âIâm busy,â Fay mumbled to himself, and continued working on his computer. âI haveââ
âItâs our first anniversary next Thursday,â Tyler said breathlessly, barging into the study. âJust thought Iâd give you a reminder.â
âI donât need one,â Fay mumbled again, clicking âSaveâ on his document. âI remembered.â
Tyler shrugged and looked at Fay with a silly smile. âYouâre not very good with dates, soâŚâ
âI can be,â Fay murmured, turning to look at Tyler. âDinner?â
âI have takeaway in the living room,â Tyler said, slowly moving out of the study and beckoning Fay to follow him. âThai.â
âDid you get the vegetable curry?â Fay asked, and went into the kitchen to get their two plates and cutlery.
âYeah. Asked them to make it super mild, as usual,â Tyler smirked, and brought two large plastic bags to their dining table. âDid you take your B12 supplements?â
Fay nodded and pilled olive rice onto his plate. âPart and parcel of having a digestive system that canât handle meat.â
Tyler laughed and plopped four fishcakes from a packet onto his plate. He stabbed his fork in one and bit into it, smiling at Fay.
âYay for a proper alimentary canal,â he joked, and Fay rolled his eyes at him.
âAlimentary canal,â Fay scoffed, âDonât get fancy with your words, Reynolds.â
âYou love it,â Tyler retorted, and Fay couldnât help but smile a little.
That was when Fay had decided, he thinks back, and hugs his legs a little closer.
That was when his heart had won his mind over, and that was when he decided â
â Iâm going to love this moron forever.
--
âIâll call you when I land, love,â Tyler called over his shoulder, grinning like an idiot.
âYou will,â Fay replied, and waved goodbye, heart clenching in his chest.
It had been easy for Tyler to lapse into giving pet names to Fay after their first two years, and Fay had blanched at the idea at first, but heâd softened up by the sixth month into it. Fay had never called Tyler anything other than his name, but that was because that was the only way he knew how. He never understood why he would want to call Tyler anything other than Tyler â that name was special and glorious and lovely in so many ways, and he struggled to find a synonym in the English language that would mean what Tyler meant to him.
He knew why Tyler did it, though, and he could hear the affection and adoration in Tylerâs voice whenever he said âloveâ, and sensuality and lust whenever he said âbabeâ, and mild exasperation whenever he said âsweetheartâ.
He knew that Tyler thought the world of him, would never replace âFayâ for a few other words. Like how whenever they were making love Tyler would say nothing but his name, like how every time Fay got hurt or needed a shoulder to lean on Tyler would only use his name. He recognised the care and concern and love in all the ways heâd addressed Fay, and he knew that he was never going to forget that.
Tyler never did call, but when heâd landed, Fayâs television screen had lit up like it never did before.
And his heart had never glowed dimmer.
--
âFlight AAT 310 was shot clean out of the sky,â a news reporter said with crisp professionalism. âNone of the passengers or crew on board survived. Debris is still washing up on the coast of Sevastapol. Stay tuned for more news at eleven.â
Fay sat numbly on the plush beige carpet, Coco at his right and JC at his left, rubbing his back and exchanging worried looks at each other as neither knew how to comfort their friend.
âYouâre strong,â Coco said, trying to find the right words to say. âYou can do this, Fay. We believe in you.â
âHeâs gone,â Fay whispered, and tears fell involuntarily out of his eyes, âThey took him.â
JCâs eyes flicked towards the floor and he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying as well.
Fay sat there, motionless on the floor, for hours after his friends left, and faced the glaring television screen. When it came to be eleven, he switched it off and dragged his exhausted body to bed.
He buried himself in the linens on Tylerâs side and sobbed, long and hard, as the night turned to day.
His heart had made his decision for him, and now he was paying the price.
--
He had had to give a speech at Tylerâs funeral.
He had placed barriers around his stronghold of a heart, and had stepped up to say a few words. He managed twelve full sentences before heâd stepped down and clutched at Cocoâs shoulder, and when he had taken in the ring on a chain around Tylerâs bruised and burned neck, he had choked. Heâd instinctively felt for his own ring, then had realised that heâd left it back at theirâhis â home.
âI have to go,â he had said, and had left in a taxi back to his home.
That night, he had sat on thâhis â bed, clasping his cold metal band in his hands, and cried for everything he had before.
--
Fay trips over the small step between the bedroom and the toilet and ends up gasping for air on the floor, filled with adrenaline and dread and sorrow.
He lays on the marble tiles for a while, swallowing his sobs, and when he gets up he makes his way to the shower and turns it on without bothering to check if his water heater was on.
He lets the ice cold water rush down his body unrelentingly, shocking his unfeeling body and waking his brain up.
He thinks about how Tyler is the only one heâs ever going to love, and he lathers his body up.
He thinks about how he was the only one Tyler had ever loved, and has to grab onto the shower curtain for support.
When heâs washed and naked and freezing, he wraps himself up in Tylerâs old towel and breathes.
He sits on the edge of the unmade bed and cradles his head between his hands.
I will only love you, his heart stubbornly says, I will only, and I will always only, love you.
It doesnât make sense to, his brain retorts.
I will only love you, his heart reiterates. You, you, you.
Fay sniffs and rubs his red nose.
Alright, his brain relents, and Fay closes his eyes, wrapping the towel around him tighter.
Alright.
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NOTES: so basically i was trying to show that when it comes to tyler, fay would always let his heart rule his head, because tyler's his everything & he would give everything up for him, even if it wasnt logical
ANYWAY i hope u guys liked it hehe oh also i have a writing blog if u like my writing do check it out!! it's mostly poems tho
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COLLAB: Laughter Lines
pairing: tyler/fay word count: 1214 a/n: kel & i did a collab (she drew everything while i wrote) inspired by this lovely song!! we hope you like it ^^
Fay would follow Tyler wherever he went.
 It wasnât that Fay was completely dependent on Tyler, or that he only had Tyler to go to; it was that he trusted Tyler with all his heart and all his mind that he would feel safe wherever Tyler went.
 âCâmon,â Tyler said, pulling Fay by the hand. âIâm taking you somewhere special.â
 Fay nodded and followed along, careful not to trip over stones and roots as they traversed up the side of a small hill. Atop it was a single tree with leaves like no leaves Fayâd seen before. It had green and orange and gold leaves, set upon old brown branches, and they danced with the wind elegantly. The branches seemed to bow as they neared it, and Fay marvelled at its beauty.
 âWhat kind of tree is this?â Fay asked, letting go of Tylerâs hand to inspect it. âThis is fascinating. We should get a sample, and--â
 âDonât harm the tree,â Tyler said quickly, and Fay turned to him, ready to retort, but Tyler cut him off. âPlease, this -- this is special to me.â
 Fay quieted and looked downwards. He could feel the need to pluck a leaf off the tree to study back in the schoolâs lab, but he pushed it down in favour of not hurting Tyler.
 âAlright,â he said eventually, and Tyler softened.
 âI kind of knew youâd want to study it,â Tyler said, and sat down below the branches, beckoning for Fay to do the same. He wrapped his arms around Fay when he decided to sit between Tylerâs legs, and lay his head on Fayâs shoulder.
 âThereâs something I need to tell you,â Tyler mumbled, and buried his head in Fayâs shoulder. âI donât know how youâll like it. But I have to tell you. Iâd considered just doing it, but I wouldnât-- I couldnât survive with this being unsaid; I donât think I would.â
 âWhat?â Fay asked, leaning back into Tylerâs embrace.
 The leaves continued to dance, and the branches started to bow lower, shielding the two of them from the setting sun, from the military school that lay behind them.
 âI need to leave,â Tyler said, clinging onto Fay when he felt him tense up. âMy familyâs in danger, and I canât say much, but they want to study me, and possibly experiment--â
âThey canât do that,â Fay said at once, gripping onto Tylerâs arm. âPlease donât let them do that. You could die.â
 âI have to. This might be the only way my family survives,â Tyler whispered, eyes looking down at Fayâs pale hand clutching his tan arm. âThey told me to leave right away, but I told them that I had something I needed to do first. Otherwise, if Iâd gone without-- I couldnât.â
 âIâm going to miss you so much,â Fayâs voice was muffled, and he fought to keep from crying. âI donât know -- can I come with you? Please.â
 âNo, itâs too dangerous. I canât protect you,â Tyler said, and he felt his heart clench at nothing. âI need you to be safe. I need you to understand that this is something I have to do on my own.â
 Fay stared off into the distance, gold eyes pleading to the skies and the clouds and the Sun to please, please do something, please--
 âI love you,â Tyler whispered, kissing Fayâs neck softly. âI do. I really do.â
 âWhen will you come back?â Fay asked, barely able to hold back the understood âto meâ.
 âI donât know. I might not--â Tyler stopped here, unable to continue.
 Fay bit his lip and bowed his head, as if he were challenging the tree.
 âI need you,â Fay muttered.
 Tyler knew what that meant. It echoed the same atmosphere his own words had conveyed earlier, and he held onto Fay tighter. They sat there for a while, in their own silence, in their last moments before something they could not yet fathom, and listened to the leaves of the tree beat the wind, its dance partner, and wondered if they would meet again.
 âIâll see you, then. If you need me.â Tyler said, âYou know Iâll always be here. Iâll see you after all this. Iâll find you.â
 âDonât forget about me,â Fay said in a rush, loosening his grip on Tylerâs arm. âIâll find you, too. I will.â
 âIâd go to the ends of the world for you.â Tyler breathed, and Fay turned around in Tylerâs arms so they were facing each other, two young boys, not quite men yet, with tears brimming in their youthful eyes.
 âI--â Fay tried to say, but couldnât, and so he kissed Tyler on the mouth instead.
âCome here, whenever you miss me,â Tyler whispered, pressing their foreheads together and moving a hand to Fayâs neck. âThis is my special tree. It took me years to find it. No one but you and I will know this tree.â
 Fay nodded, closing his eyes as Tyler kissed him lightly.
 âI love you,â Tyler said again, and hugged Fay tightly before standing up and holding his hand out to Fay.
 Fay took his hand and followed him back to the dorms, the tree behind them lifting its branches in a wave goodbye.
 A battlefield -- bodies strewn like tinsel on the hard ground, blood spilled like milk all over a kitchen floor.
 And thereâs where he found the one person he had been looking for.
 He pulled air into his lungs in a harsh gasp and strained to breathe again.
 âTyler,â Fay breathed, eyes losing their light as he waded through the sea of corpses beneath his feet. He struggled to move forward, blood flowing through his body and out to the ground beneath. âTyler.â
 Tyler moved towards him and caught him a minute before Fay wouldâve fallen, and in the midst of the sharp sounds around them, they kissed.
 âI found you,â Fay whispered, and now, Tyler wept openly. âGod, I--â
 âPlease, go to sleep,â Tyler said brokenly, tears mixed with sweat running down his face. âYou canât fight anymore. I-- Iâm sorry.â
 âYou,â Fay said, and then he smiled. âPlease be safe.â
 âAnd you,â Tyler whispered, and pressed his forehead to Fayâs, feeling a stab in his leg but choosing to ignore it. âPlease, youâre-- Fay. Fay, Iâll follow you there.â
 âIâm afraid,â Fay said, fear sprouting in his chest as he felt his life leaving him, his senses leaving one by one. Darkness started to plague his vision, and Fay scrambled desperately to cling onto what he could still see, could still feel--
 âIâll follow you,â Tyler replied, kneeling down, and a bullet cut through the skin on his back. âI trust you. I love you. Come on.â He kissed Fay once more, and felt the man in his arms slacken. He wept hot tears onto Fayâs unmoving face and laid him gently onto the ground, wondering just what he had done wrong.
 As he himself started to lose his will to fight, Tyler lay down beside Fay and closed his eyes for the last time, grabbing Fayâs hand before he did.
And on a hilltop, far away, hidden in a forest and near to a decaying military school, a mystical, lonesome tree lost its leaves.
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