#we’re loyal when we are fed properly

[tremordusk]

Just thinking if AAA s2 is coming and Marvel wants to keep their “new audience” —

Kindly give us Elizabeth Olsen, Kathyrn Hahn, Aubrey Plaza and if you wanted to make sure no lesbian slipped away bring in Katie McGrath

I rest my case

[ruewrites]

Just a Taste

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 1643

Warnings: Blood

A/N: Happy Day 5 of Solodeus Week! I'm super happy with how this one turned out. I chose to use Vampire for my prompt. I have another idea with Vampire!Solomon that I might do at some point. But I hope you all enjoy this one!

Solomon has been chasing vampires for years. He can still remember the day he lost everything clear in his mind. He remembered the vampires raiding his village, he remembered hiding, the screams, the smoke, fire, the smell of death lingering in the air. But most of all, Solomon remembered the sense of shame he felt. As a grown man now, he knew that there was nothing he could do, but the guilt of his childhood still lingered. As he stared into the puddles of blood running down the street, he made a promise amongst the corpses: He would have his revenge.

He found himself within a hunters' coven and the rest was history.

Solomon was a successful hunter, a skilled hunter. He'd killed many and never let his target escape him. He'd never had a slip up.

Well…

Not until now that is.

"Hunter," the whine from the back of his cart dragged him out of sleep and back into the night. Could the beast not let him sleep? With a grumble he pulled back the curtain and walked into the back.

He was met with big, orange eyes staring up at him. Solomon had taken percasions. He was chained properly and Solomon had a blindfold on standby. He'd been good so far, he hadn't tried to hypnotize Solomon in a while now, so he rewarded the creature.

As long as he didn't pull any funny business.

This one hadn't been the one he was after, but Solomon figured if he had him, he'd be able to take him to his master.

"What?" Solomon asked, not bothering to hide any ounce of annoyance that lingered in his voice, "What do you want?"

The vampire pouted and shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable in his chains, "I'm hungry, and the chains you have me in are too tight. My donor hadn't fed me yet when you barged in."

Donor.

So he hadn't always been one of those night beasties.

"You can't hunt for yourself then? What type of vampire are you?" Though, Solomon supposed he should be thankful for that. The more he stared at his little prisoner, the more he noticed how pampered he looked.

The vampire scoffed, “Hunting is for the lesser. I’m my donor’s prized jewel. He told me himself.”

“And yet he left you alone to get captured,” Solomon cut in. He ignored the growl that came from the vampire, “But I suppose I could be nice and go out. Maybe I’ll find you a nice rat or a rabbit-”

The gag interrupted his thoughts, “Really? That sounds disgusting! How could you even think of such a terrible thing?"

"Well, I guess you can starve then beastie."

"My name is Asmodeus, and couldn't I have just a little from you?"

Solomon shot him a look. Really? The creature wanted to drink from him? Did he honestly believe that Solomon would allow such a thing? Well, from the pout he was receiving, there was a very good chance that Asmodeus did believe that. Solomom had never met a vampire that was so…

Spoiled.

"No," Solomon said, "No you cannot feed from me. I'm more surprised you even asked, ignoring the idea that you also thought I'd say yes."

"You won't have to say yes when my donor comes," Asmo scoffed, seeming surprised that Solomon even dared say no to him, "Because he'll give you to me and maybe more as a little apology for being late feeding me and coming home to me."

"He abandoned you," Solomon wasn't sure where it came from. The more he talked with the vampire, he realized that he wasn't the one that he'd been after. There was no way Asmodeus was the one terrorizing the town over when he didn't even hunt for himself.

"I was not abandoned."

"Really? Because the way I see it, he fled and left you to take the heat."

Solomon didn't even flinch when the vampire attempted to spring forward, the chains straining to hold him back, fangs bared. Solomon had struck a nerve. He knew he had.

"You'll see," he growled, "He's going to come back for me, and when he does you'll be sorry."

Solomon doubted that. And as he stared down at Asmodeus, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The vampire he’d been after left Asmo behind to take his place. Most likely he’d been hoping that Solomon wouldn’t take a second thought, that he wouldn’t notice that this vampire couldn’t fend for himself.

And as he watched Asmo thrash and scream from his chains, he could feel sympathy leaking into his heart.

***

Days passed by. Solomon should have been making Asmodeus' donor's job easy for him. He was still trying to track him down and in turn he was bringing Asmo closer to him, but the vampire kept slipping through his fingers. To his credit, Asmodeus had kept his confidence in his donor for the first week, but Solomon had watched doubt finally creep into his eyes. And as his doubts grew, so did his hunger.

Apparently Asmodeus hadn't been tempting enough as bait.

Solomon stepped into the back once more. He was dirty and tired. Collapsing onto the floor, he stared at Asmodeus who was curled up opposite to him. Wheels started turning in his head.

"You should just kill me now instead of letting me starve to death," his voice was weak, and Solomon swore he heard him sniffle, "You made your point. I wasn't as special to him as he said I was. I wasn't worth anything, even after I gave up everything."

Solomon moved closer, and Asmo didn't even attempt to get up.

"What are you waiting for Hunter? Aren't you going to finish me? Or do you wish to humiliate me further?"

Solomon didn't answer, instead his hands moved to the chains. Asmo didn't seem to notice they were being undone until they hit the ground with a thumb.

"No. But I do have a proposition for you," he said. Slowly Asmo propped himself up in order to listen, "Why don't you join me? You can't be on your own as you are, and I need to track down your donor."

Solomon could see the idea swirling around Asmo's mind. While the betrayal was sitting in Solomon didn't doubt that he still held some sort of feelings for his donor.

So, Solomon's fingers moved up and pulled down the collar of his shirt, "I'll let you feed."

Asmo's eyes widened and fixed on his neck, but he did stay in his spot.

"I'll feed you and take care of you in exchange for your help," Solomon continued, keeping his locked on Asmo, "But I'll need you to swear your loyalty to me."

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Asmo crawled over to him. He took his hand and looked up into Solomon's eyes, " I swear to you Hunter-"

"My name is Solomon."

Asmo nodded, "I swear to you Solomon that in exchange for my care and feeding that I will be and remain loyal to you, whatever it may be."

Solomon nodded and tugged down the collar of his shirt, "Good."

***

"Solomoooon!" Asmo tackled him as soon as he walked in the door.

"Hey hey! Careful Asmo, I'm not ready to feed you yet."

Living with a vampire had certainly been an adjustment, and Solomon couldn't tell any other vampire hunters about him.

He got used to the feeling of Asmo's fangs piercing his skin, but it still made a shudder run up his spine and a gasp escape his lips. That first night, Asmo had been quick to go for his neck, and Solomon wondered if he’d made a mistake as pain shot through him. Maybe Asmo would kill him right there, drain him of his blood. But he didn’t. He even licked the area after he was finished. At the time Solomon thought it was to catch anything he missed, but now he realized it was done to dull any remaining pain. Since then, Asmo tried to be more gentle. When they finished, Asmo would rest Solomon’s head in his lap, running his fingers through his hair and cooing gently to him. Sometimes he would even kiss Asmo’s forehead. He even started getting little snacks for Solomon for after. The more they went through their routine, the more Solomon found himself enjoying it. He felt closer to Asmo.

"I don't want to be fed, I want a kiss," Asmo pouted. Asmo usually asked for little affections, and Solomon did enjoy his reactions. They were sweet and made Solomon feel some sort of way.

"Remember we have work to do," Solomon murmured, leaning in close, "We're hot on the heels of the vampire who killed the duke."

Their lips met and Solomon relished in how Asmo held him and how his lips felt moving against his own, even as his fangs pierced him. When they pulled away, Asmo's tongue quickly darted out to lap up a little of the blood. But Solomon felt more running down the two pierce marks on his lips.

His cheeks went red as Asmo's index finger came up to wipe away some of the blood. Then he sucked on it.

"I know, it won't take me long to get ready," Asmo giggled, "I'll be back in just a second and ready for you." With that, he blew Solomon a kiss and disappeared.

Solomon covered his face and leaned against the wall.

What was he going to do with him?

Despite the thought, Solomon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Asmodeus had added something new into his life, something he enjoyed. His donor had made a mistake, he had lost a precious jewel. Solomon pushed himself off the wall and followed Asmo to where he’d disappeared.

[millenniumfae]

Video Game Cooking: Sugars (Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice)

Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice is a standalone historical fantasy made by the famous people who also created Dark Souls and Bloodborne. It became an instant hit, and garnered massive critical acclaim. You control the broody shinobi Wolf as he battles entire armies and legendary beasts.

One of the many consumables in-game are the Sugars; Gokan’s Sugar, Ako’s Sugar, Yashariku’s Sugar, Ungo’s Sugar, and Gachiin’s Sugar. These candies are named and colored differently, and each offer a different effect. One raises your attack power, another makes you more stealthy, and so on.

Today, we’re gonna be re-creating these Sugars with our own recipe. And true to my tradition when it comes to Video Game Recipes, we’re gonna be taking our ingredients accurate to the setting. Which in this case is Sengoku period Japan. This recipe meta draws especially true to my own heritage, as a Taiwanese person.

Sekiro Senpou Temple Sugars: Recipe (makes 10-20 individual candies, depending on the size)

Base candy recipe:

3 3/4 cups granulated raw cane sugar

1 1/2 cups golden syrup/brown rice syrup

1 cup water

Corn starch for mold making (optional)

Confectioner’s sugar for dusting

Flavorings:

Fresh ginger slices (Gokan’s Sugar)

Dried lotus seeds (Gokan’s Sugar)

Red cherries (Ako’s Sugar)

Dried Astragalus (Ako’s Sugar)

Ginseng (Ungo’s Sugar)

White peaches (Ungo’s Sugar)

Sake (Yashariku’s Sugar)

Dried Cocklebur fruit (Yashariku’s Sugar)

Dried Orange peel (Gachiin’s Sugar)

Dried Goji berries (Gachiin’s Sugar)

Food coloring

(Sekiro won the 2019 Game Of The Year award, the first FromSoftware game to do so.)

To make our Sugars, we’ll be infusing a traditional candy base with various ingredients, unique for each candy. Every ingredient is based off of TCM, which is an acronym standing for Traditional Chinese Medicine. For those unacquainted with TCM, it can be hard to explain its influence. There’s no true western equivalent because it’s more than just ‘old household remedies’, it’s almost a given that Asian citizens take various TCM practices seriously to a degree. Like westerners do with honey lemon tea, or chicken noodle soup.

It’s also accurate to the game. Sekiro takes its setting very seriously. Everything from weapons, to hairstyles, to interior decor, even down to the kanji on Emma’s note in the beginning of the game is true to the Sengoku period, and some levels even go backwards a bit to the Heinan period, to reflect an ancient atmosphere. You can reasonably minus the historical inaccuracies on your own volition; giant snake gods, lightning powers, and automatic prosthetic grappling hooks weren’t indigenous to Japan.

Except there’s in fact one tiny detail that you might be surprised to learn is actually anachronistic; disk-shaped hard candies. The Sugars.

Hard candies aren’t traditional East-Asian treats. Sugar was always readily available in the form of sugar cane, true, but sweets almost always took the form of fruit, and candy-coated/infused ingredients. This is true worldwide until refining sugar into its white form became common, but East-Asia in particular wasn’t munching on lozenges while Marie Antoinette already had cough drops.

The Sengoku period stretched from the early Renaissance to the Baroque period. While Wolf was parrying his way through the Ashina Outskirts, the first King James Bible was published. There was plate armor and court jesters, but also firearms and photographs. Japan didn’t get access to matchlock firearms until 1542, and since the Sunken Valley clan seems to define themselves by the expert use of these guns, it makes sense that the intro to the game itself dates Sekiro as specifically taking place in the latter years of the Sengoku period.

All throughout this stretch of two centuries, Japan has been under constant war and political strife, lending to the Sengoku period’s alternative name, the ‘Warring States Period’. Japan consisted of separate nations, all led under Daimyo and warlords and various nobles that demanded their armies scramble for more land and resources. Living under this kind of conflict for so long means that innovations and education are rare. There’s no opportunity to invent the telescope when you’re all constantly worried about your lives.

This means that the food of Sekiro would have very much been the same it’s been since centuries beforehand. Even though by this point, the Columbian Exchange has been well underway and Europe was experimenting with tomatoes in their food, Japan wasn’t enjoying this same golden period. Any developments would have been weaponry, not candy making methods.

This means that, for our recipe, we’re not using anything that a Senpou monk wouldn’t have access to. No potatoes, corn, vanilla, etc. No beet sugar, or fruits that aren’t native to Japan. Even the raw cane sugar we’re using is pushing the authenticity envelope, because the ‘raw’ granulated sugar you find in grocery stores aren’t completely raw, they’ve still been refined using lye and carbon to strip much of the molasses. True raw cane sugar, when boiled down from its juice form, makes a traditional Asian ingredient called black sugar, which is very dark in color and not suited for making the brightly-colored candy disks that the Sugars appear to be.

(Shinobi aren’t samurai, but Wolf’s relationship with Kuro is so clearly samurai-ish that we can assume Wolf was being paid buckets as a high-prestige warrior. He also would have access to better food, including white rice; which, while already genetically modified through breeding by the Sengoku period, wouldn’t have looked like modern rice. Or maybe Wolf wasn’t enjoying the high life, because he dresses in rags compared to Genichiro and apparently didn’t know rice was supposed to be cooked.)

Knowing all that history about the Sengoku period, it’s almost silly to see candy consumables in-game, looking like they came right out of a bag of Werther’s Originals. The developers of Sekiro made many lengths to ensure everything was authentic, so why are the candies so modern-looking when they could instead have been a traditional Sengoku period sweet like something mochi-based, or agar (seaweed) jellies?

The lore behind the Sugars are that the evil Senpou monks were mass-producing these candies, and selling them all across Ashina to fund their crooked child experiments. They’re not just (presumably) tasty, they offer benefits to your health. That’s definitely in line with TCM culture, and gives us some inspiration for how to pursue replicating them.

One important note; the Sugars are some of the lesser consumables Wolf can use. Almost all other consumables are better, offering more powerful effects for a longer duration. So what if these candies were true to TCM and were mere treats infused with medicinal ingredients, only capable of giving you a small boost? Especially in comparison to the Divine Child’s rice, which would be like an Epi-Pen in this analogy.

But there’s even more depth to the consumables than that. Kuro gifts Wolf a ‘sweet rice ball’ at some point, which is almost certainly an Ohagi bun; made out of glutinous rice, red beans, and sugar, and its a traditional offering for the Buddhist observance of seasonal equinox. Eating it is sometimes said to bring protection. In order for Kuro to make Wolf this rice ball, you gotta give him some of that special rice from the Divine Child. Wolf offhandedly mentions that her rice is “sweet when you bite into it”, and Kuro realizes that Wolf has been eating these rice grains raw all this time, like the feral 5′5 goblin he is. Kuro vows to give his loyal protector something nice to eat, for once, and makes him three Ohagi dumplings.

The food of Sekiro is symbolic. The Divine Child is able to make rice out of thin air, like a deity of fertility. Kuro takes this divine rice, and his sweet rice ball is more powerful than the magical blessed Sugars because it was made with compassion. And eating Kuro’s lovingly-made rice ball reminds Wolf of once being fed a rice ball when he was young and starving, given to him by his assfuck of a father who’s compassion is heavily in question.

The Sugars are described as giving the eater a ‘benediction’ of power, and who knows what the translators were thinking, but the word choice reminds us of communion, and the flesh and blood of Christ. It’s not a true comparison; communion is about replicating and worshiping the Last Supper, reminding Christians about Jesus willingly dying cause humans are sinful. Consuming the ‘flesh and blood’ of Jesus in the form of bread and wine is very different than eating a candy apparently blessed by an ancient Japanese warrior. It’s not like communion wafers are supposed to empower you, or protect you.

Looking at the in-game image of each Sugar, you can see the likeness of a person behind it, likely the very warrior the Sugar is named after. We don’t know if these people actually had a hand in these Sugars, somehow transplanting their power into each individual candy, or if the monks just named the candies after them. Either way, the process of receiving the benefits of the Sugars isn’t just about crunching it between your teeth, Wolf also takes a moment to strike a‘warrior stances’, which, according to the descriptions, is a required detail to properly absorb the candy’s effects. Each Sugar has their own corresponding ‘stance’ that Wolf performs. It’s a weird detail, and raises even more questions about the Sugars, the monks, and the warriors behind the candy.

(Observant players will note that the five Headless boss enemies drop ‘spiritfalls’, each of which share names with the five Sugars, and offer upgraded versions of their corresponding Sugar; Ako’s Spiritfall is basically a better version of Ako’s Sugar, and so on. We can assume that the Headless are, in fact, the very same legendary warriors that powered the Sugars, especially since the game itself states that the Headless are undead remains of powerful individuals.)

True to FromSoftware tradition, details are included with purpose. And also at the same time, some details are just meant to be taken at face value. The various centipede-themed enemies in Sekiro are associated with kegare - spiritual defilement, death - explaining visually their willing abandonment from Buddhism. But there’s likely no lore explaining why Wolf can automatically hoover up all nearby enemy loot like a vacuum with the press of a button.

The inexplicable details of FromSoftware games are almost certainly because of gameplay convenience. Many characters are 9-10 feet tall for no reason, towering over Wolf, who’s already short to begin with. Lore-wise, it doesn’t make sense for so many completely human characters to be so gratuitously large. Gameplay-wise, it’s a lot easier to observe an enemy’s telegraphed movesets if their model is scaled up. Helpful, in a game like Sekiro.

The ‘stances’ of the Sugars might fall into both these categories. They exist for both gameplay and story reasons. The developers wanted a lag between consuming these powerups and being free to fight, so the player is forced to time these powerups carefully. You need to avoid enemies taking a free hit while Wolf’s animations are occupied. Then they storified this gameplay-based lag into a lore-based reason. Wolf has to take a ‘stance’ when eating these candies to receive its powers. For some reason.

I wasn’t able to further research the ‘stances’ Wolf strikes. Maybe they’re based off of known martial arts. But the description also offers some additional insight; according to the game, these Sugars contain ‘excess karma’ that is apparently the source of their power. Now, Buddhist karma doesn’t run in ‘excess’, a better choice of word would be ‘transfiguration’. One person can experience another’s karma through a variety of means.

“Bite the candy and take the Yashariku stance to impart its inhuman benediction.” In accordance with Buddhist folklore, these warriors are dead and imitating them can impart their previous life’s karma unto you. Our recipe won’t have magical karma powers, but we can certainly infuse our candies with medicinal herbs. You can just imagine the Senpou monks stirring up a big pot of sugar solution, and throwing in handfuls of dried Goji berries.

(This isn’t the first FromSoftware game that draws heavily from Buddhism. Dark Souls’ stagnant world of undeath is a rejection of Buddhist rebirth, clinging onto your legacy in a bid for immortality. Bloodborne decided to further explore the ‘time and madness’ angle of the same concept, while Sekiro went in the opposite direction to expand the ‘death and karma’ side.)

To make our Sugars; begin by first boiling the 1 cup of water with the corresponding flavor ingredients. Essentially, we’re making a batch of 10-20 candies with one flavor at a time, to make things easier on us. Ako’s Sugar requires you boil sliced ginger and dried lotus seeds, and so on.

After the water has been properly infused with the medicinal ingredients, strain the water and add it to another pot with the rest of the candy base ingredients, then boiling it all down until it reaches 300f. It’ll take a while, and you’ll notice that there’s gonna be a point where it seems like the temperature isn’t rising again. But keep at it; all the water needs to be boiled away. But the flavor will remain.

Once it reaches 300f, add the food coloring, and then keep boiling again until it reaches 310f. Then immediately take it off the heat and pour it into molds. Disk-shaped candy molds do exist, but you can easily make your own by pouring a lot of corn starch into a pan, then pressing a disk-shaped object (like another candy) into the starch to make indents. When you pour the candy mixture into a corn starch mold, you can use a spoon to gently and accurately fill each hole without distorting the powder. After perhaps three hours, the candies should be completely set and cool, and you can tumble away the powder and store the candies. Any mold method is gonna give the candies a flat side, but a true disk candy requires factory-standard molds that we don’t have.

We’re not using natural food colorings, ‘cause I tried my best to research natural alternatives that could retain their dye after boilings. And it was super hard, especially blue. Take it from me that Sekiro’s Sugars shouldn’t have been so brightly colored; intensely colored food did exist, but it was with things like powdered dried beets and matcha and pepper powder. Boiling these ingredients (rather than mixing it with dough or jelly) will change the colors drastically, sometimes completely bleaching it, or changing red to purple and so on.

As for the various medicinal ingredients; I took a gander in my mom’s soup-making cabinet and took stock of the medicinal herbs we ourselves use in our lives. The ones included in this recipe are some of the more commonly used ingredients of modern TCM.

Gokan’s Sugar, as a posture-retaining consumable, is described as a popular choice amongst shinobi hunters, a job that requires “a body with an unshakable core”. Ginger and lotus seeds are great for restoring energy through chi, a person’s lifeforce.

Ako’s Sugar raises your attack power. This candy actually proved one of the hardest to find medicines for, since, you know, most medicine is about preserving your health. Astragalus root increases energy and resistance to stress, and red cherries are a warming food according to TCM; warming meaning that its a yang property that further enhances your energy levels. (Keep in mind that food warmness-coolness is more about keeping those two in balance for optical health.)

Ungo’s Sugar reduces the amount of health Wolf loses. Very protection-centric, so we’re using ginseng, for longevity, and white peach slices for their heavy association with divinity. Both of these ingredients have some of the most well-known history in Asian food culture.

Yashariku’s Sugar is a double-edged sword, since it reduces both your health and posture so Wolf can be super powerful for a little bit. So you’re gonna add sake to the candy mixture around the 300f mark, and the dried cocklebur fruit is an immunity-boosting medicine ... but the plant is mildly toxic and can cause diarrhea. You know, Wolf gets super powerful and aggressive when taking this candy cause he needs to shit his brains out. Don’t worry; we’ve got this in our own pantry, and it personally doesn’t make my mom’s stomach upset, but it does me so it must range from person to person.

Gachiin’s Sugar makes you more stealthy, which I took to translate into ‘quieting your thoughts and emotions’. Like when you hold a baby and it can feel your own inner turmoil and starts to cry? Orange peel and goji berries restore your chi, your vision, an irregular heart rate, and stress.

Enjoy your candies! Pop them before tough situations like speaking before a big crowd, or having to wait in line at the DMV, or when you have to fight the Headless Ape for the first time. Tell your friends to stay away from the Senpou brand, so you don’t support their unethical practices.

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Enough Talking

(Story Post)

The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Kent was so keen on spending as much of his time as possible with the twins that he barely cared what anyone else was doing around him. Nathan figured they'd need to talk at some point, but he was fine letting him get his fill at the moment. It allowed more time for him to take a break. He, Dax, and Reid went into town for dinner so they could each eat something more catered to their own diets, rather than the Bambi burgers Kent had on supply. Nathan made sure the twins were fed before they went out, but he was nervous leaving them alone with their father. He gave Kent a rundown on everything the twins needed and how to take care of them, but Kent insisted that he could do it and it would only be an hour or two anyway. It was their bedtime, so it was a matter of just getting them to sleep and not waking them up. APID had provided Kent's place with a pair of cots for the kids and they went down easy after running around for an hour in their beast forms.

When they got back from dinner, the adults had to figure out their own sleeping arrangements since they were one more than expected. Reid volunteered to sleep on the couch which made things a lot easier. Kent wanted to sleep with the cribs in his room but Nathan vetoed that and they'd stay in the living room by Reid, where Nathan could see them from the loft. Dax would join him up there again. Before they did go to bed though, Nathan still wanted a chance to talk to Kent. He knew the bear man was more likely to open up a bit when they spoke one on one, so they sat out on the porch alone. “What do you want, then?” Kent huffed, sinking into a patio chair with a beer in hand. Nathan sat down with him and crossed his ankles. “…I wanted you to know, I think it's really cool of you to let Dax come back up here to talk to me.” “It's nothin',” Kent just said before taking a sip. “I understand it might not have been easy,” Nathan said. “After all, for a moment, it could’ve been you, me, and the kids alone, like you’d been talking about before.” “That wasn't anything, just some dumb thoughts… It's not like it was ever gonna be that,” Kent said. “You brought that ghost guy anyway without even tellin' me. But it's not like I don't get it. You’re scared to trust me. Everyone is.” Nathan rubbed his neck. “…I still barely know you, really… I’ve known Reid and Dax the entire time you were gone. I know I can trust them, for the most part. I just need you to show me I can rely on you.” “I am, ain't I?” Kent retorted. “I watched my kids fine, they love me. And I know how to change a diaper now, so I can do that too, if I gotta…” Nathan patted his arm. “You did a good job today. I'd like to see more days like this. That's all.” “I can do it. And you're teachers, right?” Kent said. “It's summer, so do you gotta keep bringing them on only weekends? It's summer break, ain't it?” “Yeah, we can work out some kind of arrangement,” Nathan said. “For now though, I go where the twins go, so if you expect to see them more days out of the week, expect to see Dax and I more too.” “It's fine, I don't care,” Kent said. “I got the space.” Nathan smiled softly. “So, what do you think of Dax, then? Are you getting along?” Kent grit his teeth. “He's fine… I mean, he's limp as a long sittin' tea biscuit, but he's the right guy for you and ‘em. Smart and kind and loyal, and all that…” “So, you're okay with me dating him?” Nathan said. “Being with him and raising our kids?” Kent sat up uncomfortably. “It's not like I got a choice in the matter, is it? You already picked him and I’m just gonna be me n’ this here cottage for whenever you decide to show up…” “Kent, please just tell me how you really feel about it,” Nathan said. “They are your kids, and you will get to see them… But, do you just want to see them, or do you like seeing me, too?” Kent looked away, but his ears turned red. “…Listen, I…You're an okay guy, Nate, but I'm… I'm not…” Nathan took a breath. “Dax knows I have feelings for you,” He stated plainly. “Do you have feelings for me?” Kent looked back dumbfounded. “…You do?” “Yes.” Nathan felt his face warming up too, but he wasn’t going to retreat now. “I’m scared to admit it, because I'm worried it's the wolf and not me, but that's why I kissed you.” Kent's face went beet red. “…Yeah.” “Yeah, what?” “I…” Kent grit his teeth. “Nate, I love you.” Nathan froze, processing it. “…What?” Kent grimaced and looked away again. “I said what I said…” “You…?” Nathan shook his head. “I said I have feelings for you, but this is…” Kent growled and clutched his beer bottle tightly. “Just forget I said anything, then.” “No, no…” Nathan was still a little flustered. “Kent…” “It's dumb and stupid and I know that,” Kent growled. “I don't hardly know you, and I ain't gay, so I don't get it at all… But I am…in pain when I am around you because I can't have you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He then drank down the rest of his beer. “No, I…” Nathan stood up. “I didn't think it was that deep… I knew you liked me, but that's, like…” He crossed his arms uncomfortably. “Are you sure?” Kent just glared at him. Nathan waved a hand. “I…no, I understand.” “Now that I told you, I imagine you won't want to be ‘round me no more,” Kent said. “And you'll run along and tell your boyfriend and he won't want me ‘round neither.” “No, that's not true…” Nathan wavered on the spot. “Listen, um… We'll talk tomorrow, okay? I think, you, Dax, and I.” “I don't want to talk to him about none of this,” Kent said, getting up. “I'm not asking for nothin' but bringing back my kids to see me. That's all. I’m sick n’ tired of talkin’.” He then opened the door and went back inside. Nathan stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out what to do. It took him a few moments, then he went inside too. Kent wasn’t in sight; Nathan assumed he went straight to bed. Reid was already passed out on the couch, which was good because he looked like he was always severely lacking sleep. Dax was in the loft just looking at videos on his phone. Nathan climbed up beside him and put a hand on his arm. “Hey, um…” Nathan whispered. “Yeah?” “How attracted to Kent are you?” Nathan asked. Dax paused his video and narrowed his eyes. “Is this a trap?” “No, no, seriously,” Nathan said. “If you could, you know, sleep with him properly, would you?” Dax looked at Nathan. “…Why?” Nathan sighed. “Come on, I just want to know…” Dax tilted his head. “I'd rather sleep with you.” Nathan smiled. “That's sweet, but that doesn't answer my question.” Dax looked at his phone and then put it down. “And you promise this isn't a loaded question? You know, after what happened…” “I swear this isn't loaded.” Dax frowned. “Okay… With your permission…I might possibly consider sleeping with Kent if the opportunity presented itself. Only with your full support, though. Like, if we had an open relationship or something. Which to be clear, I am not asking for. I am speaking hypothetically. Please tell me why I am being asked this.” Nathan sat back on his heels. “…I would to.” Dax looked at Nathan. “Okay… So you asked me all that just to tell me you would be open to sleeping with Kent?” “Yeah…” Dax blinked a few times then turned his video back on. “Alright then. Good for you, I guess?” Nathan took Dax's phone and placed it down beside him. “So, would you want to right now?” Dax looked at his partner. “What?” “Sleep with Kent right now. Do you want to? I want to if you want to.” Dax stared. “Did I miss something? Where is this coming from?” “We talked and I think Kent is more interested in us than it seemed,” Nathan said. “I mean, he likes you and he admitted he loves me.” Dax sat upright. “He what?” “Dax, the point is, I am turned on right now,” Nathan said. “But we are a pair. I would only be comfortable sleeping with Kent if you participated as well. If I'm talking crazy, slap me on the wrist now, but I'm just trying to be transparent about this.” Dax took a moment to process what he was hearing. “…So what you're saying is…a threesome with Kent is on the table?” “Yeah.” Dax felt himself start to sweat. “…Uh, what about the twins?” “They are asleep. I brought the baby monitor.” “And Reid?” “He too is asleep.” Dax wet his lips. “…Is this your idea or Kent’s?” “Mine. We would have to ask him, too.” “And you think he'd want me involved?” “He's already slept with you once. I am asking you first though, because you are my boyfriend, not him.” Dax rubbed his thighs and thought for a moment. “…Well, since it's your idea, yes. I would say ‘yes’ to sleeping with you and Kent.” Nathan smiled sheepishly. “Okay. So that's that, then. Let's go. Of course, if you don't want to, or you want to stop, you can tell me.” He gave Dax a kiss and then started to climb back down the ladder. Moments later, they were both standing outside Kent's bedroom door. Nathan knocked lightly. “Kent?” “I said, I don't wanna talk no more,” Kent’s voice came through. “We're not here to talk,” Nathan said. “What, then?” Nathan opened the door and they stepped inside. Kent was on his bed, looking at his phone too, but he stiffened seeing both Nathan and Dax in his room. “What is this?” Kent huffed. “I didn't say you could be in here.” Nathan set the baby monitor down on Kent’s wardrobe. “What do you say we do this properly?”

[irishmacguirefucker]

Home

Or alternatively, Charles Smith loves his new family and would follow arthur anywhere

(4 pages of writing brought 2 u by me blacking out and typing a lot. TW: Hunting, non-descriptive skinning/harvesting of animals, Wolves)

Charles may be a newer member of the gang, but he was there long enough to be just as loyal as any other.

He found a family in these people, brothers and sisters and friends. He would stick with them until the end. An end that seemed to be rapidly approaching.

Charles Smith wouldn't consider himself much of an intellectual, but it doesn't take much to see that the gang life is dying out. As he and Arthur got close, they spoke of it a lot.

Arthur's new focus on treasure hunting was really confusing. For the second time, Arthur asked Charles if they could take a detour on a hunting trip to go find some treasure stash or another that he heard about.

They weren’t exactly in a rush to get back, so Charles didn't exactly have a reason to decline. And Dutch was in a foul mood lately anyway, so maybe coming back with a little treasure might help with that.

So he agreed and followed Arthur and his weird map, all the way up assfuck nowhere Amberino, AKA Coterra Springs.

The whole way there, Arthur seemed off. Neither of them are exactly talkative men, but this wasn't their usual comfortable silence. Arthur barely stopped, not taking the time to comment on landmarks or interesting animals, they even passed a herd of paints and he barely glanced at them.

Getting there was somewhat of a blessing, Arthur seemed happy they had made such good time and immediately wanted to try and find the treasure. Charles had to be the one to pull him back and point out the obvious signs of a wolf pack living nearby.

This seemed to ring a bell in Arthur’s mind, and he pulled out his journal, flipping to the back where he had various maps tucked away. Pulling out his Legendary Animals map, he showed it to Charles. Should they encounter wolves today, they would be dealing with some dangerous ones.

They made a plan, Charles would keep an eye out for movement along the treeline (as well as pull a distracted Arthur away from the geysers), and Arthur would search for the next piece of the Jack Hall Gang's treasure.

(Charles had broken the silence on the way there to ask. “Jack Hall Treasure...as in the gang? What were they doing hiding maps and treasure?”

Arthur responded lowly, not wanting any passersby to hear what they were out for. “Apparently ‘fore they died out, they robbed some banks out in California, ran out here to escape the law. Buried the gold they stole an’ wrote out the maps to find it again, but Hall got his gang killed and arrested with a bad robbery ‘fore they could go back for the money.”

“Huh, some story. Song don’t quite hold up, specially with Sean and Uncle singing it.” Arthur chuckled at that, “Most songs don’t with ‘em.” The break in heavy silence was nice, but short lived as Arthur set back to studying the map.)

Arthur seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with the doodles on the map, trying to compare it to his regular map, and his surroundings. Charles said nothing, focusing on what looked to be shifting forms in the trees, wondering if it was elk or wolves.

By the time he realized it was wolves, it was too late. They had herded the men and their steeds without the knowledge of either. Just as Charles was about to quietly get Arthur’s attention, the man spotted what he was looking for.

“Charles, I think I found the damned treasure!” He said loudly, and pulled out a rattling bag of coins, effectively scaring the nervous horses into rearing and setting off the wolves.

It was a close call, the wolf of legend was massive and more intelligent than the average wolf. The pack was bigger than either of them had seen. A few of them ran off after the fleeing horses and the men could only hope they would be alright as they dealt with the majority of the pack and the biggest of them all.

The wolves seemed to run at them in waves of 3 or 4, always outnumbering the men and getting mighty close to biting distance before they were shot down. It was almost sad, having to take out such a large number of mighty animals, but it was the wolves or them.

Just when the pack seemed to be thinning out enough that they might start to retreat, the massive legendary wolf made his move. He took down Arthur from behind, and it was pure luck that Charles landed a shot through its massive head with his rifle.

The moment the legendary wolf went down, the rest of the wolves seemed to realize they would not be getting their prey and retreated. Several wolves ran back from the direction of the horses and based on the lack of blood covering their muzzles, they were unsuccessful in their pursuit.

Before Charles could even be relieved by the horse's success, Arthur groaned from beneath the massive animal. Charles quickly fell to his knees and dragged the wolf's carcass off Arthur, briefly marvelling at its weight.

Arthur groaned again in relief and heavily pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Christ, I'm too old to be getting knocked down like that. Creature outta be nothin but muscle, taking me down like that.”

Charles laughed, half in relief and half at Arthurs commentary. “He was huge, I’ll give you that. He was likely nearing 150 pounds, very large for a wolf. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just outta breath. Caught me off guard.”

Charles looked at the bag of gold coins sitting on the ground a few feet away. “Was it worth your treasure?”

Arthur seemed to remember it and quickly reached for the bag, apparently not wanting to get up yet. “Suppose we’re gonna find out.” Inside the bag was another map, that Arthur sighed at, but tucked aside to look at after.

He quickly counted the money. “15 dollars, not quite a damn treasure Hall.”

Charles was confused. They had been finding stashes of money like this for a while and as far as he knew, Dutch was just putting it away and it had barely been spent on anything. “It's not a bad haul Arthur, especially not for us. Why are you so focused on treasure lately? We could earn more if we went back to robbery.”

Not that robbery seemed such a good idea right now, after the mess that chased them out of Valentine. But it would certainly get them a larger haul than chasing ambiguous treasure from a years-old map like pirates.

Arthur was silent for a while, what he was contemplating, Charles had no idea. He seemed to be thinking mighty hard on it though. Finally, he sighed deeply and seemed to make up his mind about something.

“It’s quite the story if you wanna hear it. It's a pretty big secret too, not that I've ever been worried ‘bout you running your mouth or nothin.”

Charles smiled warmly at his friend, attempting to put him at ease. “You don't have to tell me Arthur, but you never have to worry about me sharing secrets with anyone. And we have nothing but time, we’ll be skinning these wolves for a while anyway.”

Arthur sighed before dragging himself to his feet. “Suppose you’re right. Let’s start getting these dogs together and I’ll tell you all about Hosea’s plan.”

Arthur did just that. He told the story from the beginning, every detail he remembered as they carefully skinned the wolves and salvaged what meat they could. Partway through, the horses had found their way back, a little antsy but no worse for wear.

By the time Arthur had explained the entire plan, night had fallen and they were finding a spot to camp. (Away from the spot where they left the stripped carcasses, lest they be attacked by a damn bear in their sleep.)

Charles had a lot of thoughts. The plan itself seemed rather solid and safe, definitely a result of Hosea being the one to make it. He would definitely need some time to think about it before he could make any real comments on it. For now, he could only say; “Certainly explains why Dutch is so irritable lately.”

Arthur laughed loudly, and Charles smiled. Arthur seemed so excited about this plan, happier than he had seemed in the whole of their friendship.

“Yeah, he weren't a fan of our lack of faith...Do you think you’ll go, Charles?”

Now that was quite the question. Such a life wasn’t anything Charles ever thought of as a possibility for himself, though he expects that how most everyone feels about it.

He thought about his family. Not so much his father, but his poor mother. She had always wanted a peaceful life for her family, and he can’t help but think she would have been thrilled at the idea of her son finding a ‘proper’ home after just wandering since he was 13. The lone wolf was never a title she would have wanted for him.

He also thought of the rest of his gang, his new family. He would never say it to her, but he had always hoped that one day Abigail would take her baby and find herself a safer home, he never wanted that boy to end up an orphan like him and many of the other members. Them and everyone else in the gang could be safe and fed and happy, and in a way, he felt he deserved to be a part of it. After being a lone wolf so long, he had earned a home to share with his family.

“I think I will. I’d like to see what it's like to have a real home. I haven't had that since my mother was taken.” He hadn't meant to be so open when he started speaking, but he supposed that Arthur is his closest friend now, so why not.

Arthur seemed surprised at his open words, but it shifted to happiness. “You know, I think that's somethin’ I’d like to try as well.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as the fire got properly warm, and Charles couldn't help but notice that this silence felt so different from Arthur’s silence on the way here.

And on their way home, Arthur stopped to study the herd of American paint horses, and Charles knew all was well once more.

[saturnznct]

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You had woken up to the overwhelming smell of Jaemin’s shampoo. He’d been in the shower and washed his hair before you’d gone to bed the night before, so the smell was still extremely prominent. You tried to sit up, but his arms held you down, making you fall straight back down. He shifted due to the disturbance, so instead of trying to sit up, you decide to wriggle out of the confines of his arms.

Once you’re sitting upright on the edge of your bed, you grab your phone from the table, scrolling through your notifications.

You roll your eyes at your friends, before standing up and going into the bathroom to do your business.

Once you’re finished, you decide that you’re going to start making breakfast for both you and Jaemin. So, you head towards the kitchen. Before you even reach the kitchen, you find yourself getting distracted, opening the door to the ‘spare room’ which you now knew would be the baby’s room. It was pretty much empty, sans a few boxes full of baby grows, blankets and teddies. There was also a small basket which a baby would fit into. You had decided to leave the nursery building until after you were halfway through your pregnancy, and you were almost there since you were now at the 19 week mark.

You jumped about a mile in the air when you felt someone’s arms snake around you from behind, their hands resting on either side of your bump.

‘You scared the shit out of me,’ you mumble.

‘Sorry,’ he murmurs back, kissing you on the cheek.

‘I was just looking at their stuff,’ you explain, ‘I was about to make breakfast for us.’

‘I’ll do that,’ he says, ‘you can go back to bed.’

‘No, I’ll do it,’ you whine, ‘I don’t have to be bedridden at all times.’

‘I want to make it though. So go back to bed, for me.’

‘Ok,’ you turn in his arms and give him a quick kiss, before breaking free at going back to your bedroom.

15 minutes later, he’s reentering the room, holding a tray with two plates on.

You sit up, and he places the tray on your lap. The tray is quite far away from you, your bump pushing it away.

You both eat what he’s made for you in silence, both still half asleep.

You knew you were both incredibly nervous for your scan later this morning.

‘Oh shit,’ he suddenly says, mouth full of toast.

‘What?’ You say.

‘We need to get going in half an hour.’

‘Is it 10 already? How long was I standing in that nursery-‘

You both quickly wolfed down the rest of your breakfasts, before scrambling to get dressed.

‘Hi Y/N, Jaemin, it’s great to see you both again!’ Doctor Nam smiles at you as you walk into the ultrasound room.

‘It’s great to see you too,’ you smile back.

‘Right, just get up onto the bed there.’

She rummages around her desk for a few moments, before turning around with a notepad, and sitting down.

‘How’ve you been Y/N?’ She asks.

‘I’m fine, I think I’m getting used to being pregnant.’

‘Yeah, you should be at this point. Any physical symptoms?’

‘Still getting dull pains in my stomach a bit. They’re not sharp or anything so I haven’t really panicked about them much. Other than that, I’m still just really tired, I feel dizzy quite a lot and have to sit down really often.’

‘As I’ve said the dull pain isn’t really much to worry about, but if it ever gets sharp you need to call me straight away.’

Your heart clenches at the thought, and you shudder, but you shake it off. Jaemin squeezes your hand.

‘Have you started buying things for the baby?’ Doctor Nam asks.

‘We’ve got quite a few pairs of clothes, and a couple blankets and stuff. We’re planning to properly start buying in the next couple weeks,’ Jaemin explains.

‘It’s good you’ve already started buying. Have you made a list of stuff?’

‘I’ve started one,’ you say, ‘but I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed a lot of things.’

‘We can send you a list over email, we tend to provide one anyway,’ she says as she quickly scribbles things down.

As you wait for her to finish writing, you look over to Jaemin, who’s sitting in a chair beside the medical bed you’re lying on, staring at you. There’s a moment when the two of you just stare at each other smiling, and then he pulls your hand up to his lips and kisses it silently, in an attempt to calm you down.

‘Right, ok, I think we’re good to go!’ Doctor Nam explains, standing up and moving over to the ultrasound equipment to set up.

‘If you could just roll your shirt up for me,’ she says, and you comply, also shimmying your leggings further down your waist so your entire stomach is exposed.

A few moments later, she comes back over with the tube of gel in one hand, and the probe in the other.

‘It’s gonna be a bit cold, but you already know that,’ she smiles, before slowly squeezing the gel onto your stomach.

You flinch a little, the coldness spreading quickly throughout your body. You relax as her warm glove covered hands rub it in.

‘Alright,’ she says as she pulls around the familiar monitor.

She places the probe on your stomach, moving it around for 20 seconds or so before the shape of your baby appears on the screen.

‘There they are,’ she says, but she doesn’t need to.

It’s always been so surreal to see your child inside of you, especially since every time they’ve looked so much bigger and more developed. It’s so surreal to see them growing and changing, knowing that in just a few months they will be a complete human, in your arms.

For a few minutes, she moves the probe around, showing you various things, including the baby’s feet and hands, and also commenting on different things like the shape of its head.

She performs a few tests, including checking the baby’s organs, checking your amniotic fluid level and also the positions of everything, making sure everything on the inside is in the correct place.

‘Everything seems to be fantastic, their organs are growing just right.’

‘So, I know you’re probably aware that you can find out the gender of your baby now if you wanted?’ Doctor Nam tells you.

‘We would like to,’ you say, turning to Jaemin and smiling at him.

He nods before agreeing, ‘we’d love to.’

‘You want me to tell you right now? I can put it in an envelope.’

‘We’d love to know now,’ you smile.

‘Ok, let me just have a closer look.’

You feel her move the probe to a different part of your stomach, watching the screen as a different angle of your baby comes into view.

It’s about thirty seconds later before she says, ‘there’s nothing to indicate that it’s-‘ Doctor Nam stops speaking suddenly, ‘oh probably shouldn’t phrase it like-‘

You shift in anticipation, wanting her to just spit it out.

‘It seems that you are having a baby girl.’

You gasp, turning to look at Jaemin who’s eyes are quickly filling with tears.

‘A girl,’ he whispers.

You’re both shedding tears, not even paying attention to her words, too mesmerised by the thoughts of your baby girl.

You suddenly realise something.

‘Oh my god, Mina is gonna kill Doyeon.’

By the time you arrive at the girls’ apartment, all 9 of your best friends are already there, scattered around the room, either lounging on the sofas or sitting on the floor.

‘Hi!’ Chaeryeong exclaims, practically flying at you.

‘Let her get through the door,’ Mina says, appearing behind her.

You laugh, the four of you shuffling into the living room.

‘There they are!’ Mark says.

‘Here we are,’ you say, rolling your eyes at the way they’re all staring at you in anticipation.

There’s a few moments silence as you smirk, half enjoying torturing them.

‘Well!’ Chenle, Doyeon and Jeno all yell at once.

You look at Jaemin, before turning back around to look at the group.

‘It’s a girl,’ you say, before Doyeon attacks you in a hug, screaming in happiness.

‘Careful!’ You laugh hard.

You hear the boys congratulating Jaemin, as well as Mark saying ‘Haechan I told you it was a girl!’

When Doyeon finally releases you, both Chaeryeong and Mina both swallowing you in a group hug.

‘Wait,’ Mina says suddenly leaning backwards.

‘What?’ You ask.

‘This means I have to fucking be Doyeon’s slave for a month.’

You laugh, while Doyeon mocks her with a ‘ha ha.’

‘You know what, just because I’m nice, I’ll cut it down to two weeks,’ Doyeon teased.

‘Oh fuck you,’ Mina huffs, while the three of you laugh.

Eventually, the boys hug you one by one, each telling you how happy they are for you, and in Mark and Jeno’s cases, gloating about how they were right the whole time.

Jeno hugs you for slightly longer, murmuring his thanks for everything you’ve done for him and Doyeon in the last few weeks.

Just 8 hours later, and after you’ve been fed by Doyeon and Chaeryeong, it’s 10pm, and you and Jaemin are lying in your bed.

You’re half asleep, falling asleep to the feeling of Jaemin tracing shapes onto your stomach. It’s silent, except for the sound of cars occasionally passing outside.

Jaemin assumes you’re asleep, and starts mumbling.

‘I love you baby girl.’

You try hard not to move, your entire body just exploding with love.

‘Baby girl Na,’ he says, as though he’s trying it out.

You hear the sound of him exhaling and smiling, before feeling an almost ghostly kiss on your stomach.

That night your dreams are filled with dreams of your baby girl.

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[pinkysfaultorbrainsfault]

pinky and the brain - s1e1: das mouse

dejavu! have we been here before?

episode summary: brain concocts a hypnotic pancake recipe in order to hypnotise the surrounding population into being his loyal minions. however, one of the crucial ingredients is the meat of a specific type of crab, which can only be found in the reckage of the titanic.

the rundown:

we open with the mice attempting to blow their cage open.

SENIOR PRODUCER: TOM RUEGGER. sorry about that, y’all, but the opening credits are in the actual show, now, so nothing i can really do about it. at least they seem to have a water bottle in their cage, this time, which is good.

NEVER MIND I GUESS. IT EXPLODED. literally every frame there is a smear frame - again, nothing i can do.

poor mousie go bomp. ):

apparently, the plan was less regarding explosive force, and more to set off a rube goldberg chain of events that completely disobey the laws of physics to end up picking the lock.

PRODUCED BY RUSTY MILLS

it’s hard to convey without animation, but this spoon flies through the air and just straight up lands in the lock. it’s wild.

“ooo!” says pinky, watching this all impossibly unfold. “good one, brain!”

“they’re all good ones, pinky.” we will never be free of brain’s face, it seems.

as the mice wander along, brain tells pinky that tonight’s plan will "recieve the aid of legions of unassuming humans”, because he intends to hypnotise them all with the secretions of!

“what, a frog?”

yes, a frog. apparently the frog sweats out hypnotic fluid. it is Filled With Peptides. (pinky’s response to this is “naaaaaarf”, which is very helpful.) after they collect this fluid, brain just needs to work out how to get thousands of people to ingest it.

“like a giant pancake jambouree?”

“please, pinky, i--”

“yes.”

so pancake jambouree it is. brain cooks pinky an experimental batch before he decides to release them to the masses.

look at brain’s lil dress! and pinky has his tongue stuck out. everyone here is having a good time and it’s very cute. this is exactly what lori alexander wants marriage to be.

pinky does briefly express his concerns that he might, yknow, be hypnotised, but apparently the concoction doesn’t attain Full Potency until he adds the meat of a fancy crab, and these are just test batches so he can work out how to hide the taste of the Frog Juice.

it goes about as well as one would hope.

but never mind, eh? time for crab.

turns out all the crab is stored in the titanic.

still, brain is pretty convinced that they can just.... go down there and get it. look at his lil scheming face. pinky argues during today’s pondering segment that “there’s still a bug stuck in there from last time” (okay?) and brain cuts him off to insist that they GO DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN AND RAISE THE HULL OF THAT SORROWFUL SHIP.

he does a gay little point and everything.

so obviously, they have to steal a boat.

brain got one taste of crime from stealing that minivan, and it just never went away.

“behold the alvin, pinky. our ticket to the ocean depths.”

“look, brain! a baby sub on the front!”

“that’s the jason junior, pinky. an additional sub carried by the alvin for remote exploring.”

it’s an additional sub because there’s already one on this mission. (i sweat, watching the fbi draw their guns on me, and insist that i definitely meant submarine. what else could that be, right, guys?)

(the fbi put their guns down.)

anyway the mice steal the boat.

in they go.

the first thing brain does is swap out his hat for one that he brought with him, and demand to be referred to as “captain brain”, so he is definitely someone everyone should take seriously.

he just packed that specifically.

the second thing he does is pull out his big map of the ocean and give pinky a whole bunch of co-ordinates to follow. “bowplans at 2-2-9, on my mark!”

“um, brain?”

well that’s a bastard. brain blames “the sub club”, which i’m sure he knows a lot about BECAUSE HE’S REALLY INTO SUBMARINES, MR PRESIDENT, PLEASE WITHDRAW YOUR MEN

and pinky works out that he can dislodge the wrench-- the submarine clamp??? the county council clamped their submarine for overstaying their welcome in the library submarine park???? - enough for them to make right turns, but not left. inconvenient, but doable.

but before they can set off, brain directs pinky to the radar console.

this apparently stands for Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, and is their special signal that they would use to trace their submarines for oceanographic purposes. brain requests that pinky randomise the signal so they’re not followed.

a difficult job? sure. good thing pinky is a trained sub operator with a good few years of experience.

.....you can literally see him operating the submarine a few pictures up. stop looking at me like that.

with a few minutes of careful handiwork, pinky successfully scrambles the sub’s internal computation, and leaves it probably a little dazed and confused.

good thing ‘narf’ doesn’t actually mean anything, in this universe, apart from being one of pinky’s verbal tics?

oh dear.

turns out that the CIA have found the submarine, and have realised that it is, for the most part, unidentified, apart from the letters NARF.

“have you ever heard of jack mcguire?”

“captain, north atlantic. cold war nut. he was discharged-- always saying that when the enemy arrived, it would be with some mythical--”

“nuclear attack readiness formation.”

“narf.”

“the old man is concerned.”

“the president?”

“no, just some... random old man.”

so dearest “jonesy” (blonde) is instructed to track down jack mcguire in hopes to get rid of the submarine. because nobody can track down a sub like jack mcguire (hm) and “the boys want that thing terminated.”

“you mean the pentagon?”

“no, my two boys, josh and aaron.”

meanwhile, at the sub club, brain plots their course for the titanic.

see they’re here,

and the titanic is there,

but they can only make right turns, so what should be a two hour journey will take, by brain’s calculation,

“seven months.”

“well. that’s a bit longer, then. isn’t it.”

“are you jack mcguire?”

“who wants to know?”

“the cia. got a job for you. there’s a sub in the water, and they want it terminated.”

“ha.”

“so the boys finally saw it my way, huh?”

“the pentagon?”

“no. josh and aaron.”

“hold onto your newtons, desk jockey. we’re going sub hunting.”

“how long have we been at sea, brain?”

“seventeen minutes.”

it turns out that pinky is so bored that if he doesn’t do something soon, he’ll die. please, brain. this is also me whenever i have to spend more than half an hour in the car.

brain suggests that he tries to improve his pancake recipe, and pinky can try it out for him.

pinky decides that actually, he’s busy, thank you very much.

no dice.

“i’ve got another reading”, says jonesy, in the meantime.

“go.”

“4-6-0-0-5, bearing 2-2-7.”

“they’re running the nautilus.”

“the what?”

“1943. german boat captain heinz grindelwald evaded destruction by running a circular course, based on--”

“a nautilus shell.”

“so we cut them off.”

“whoever these guys are, they’re good. they’re probably plotting a missile trajectory at the oval office as we speak.”

meanwhile, pinky throws up.

“well? any better?”

i hope that answers your question, brain.

“pinky! are you alright?”

cute!

he does drop him immediately after pinky confirms that he is, indeed, still alive, but it was cute while it lasted.

“why don’t you let me try making the pancakes yummy, brain? my mother fed us very well.”

“please, pinky. you’re practically the poster child for cheese whiz.”

“pleaaaaaaaaaase.”

(he gets to make the pancakes.)

because they have bigger problems now, presumably!

that can’t be good.

it wasn’t!

and neither is that. brain laments that “someone is dropping death charges,” while pinky goes and shuts down the engine.

the sub operator saves the day once again.

“THIS IS CAPTAIN JACK MCGUIRE. IDENTIFY YOURSELVES OR BE DESTROYED.”

“this is..... jacques cousteau.”

“really. can you prove that?”

“here, ze ocean is teeming with life. but everywhere, there are signs of man’s encroachment.”

“darn! it is jacques cousteau!”

unfortunately pinky decides now is a good time to chime in with a “haha, nice cousteau, brain” so jack declares that his “little ruse will cost him.”

“i must admit. i admire your skill. perhaps in another time, maybe we could have been friends. we are very much alike, you and i.”

“i doubt that.”

so mcguire fires another charge, and the mice go down. ocean mice! sink.

):

“haha! yeah! we did it!”

“i get no joy from the demise of another man.”

“....usually.”

“HAHA YEAH WE DID IT YES YES YES WE GOTTEM WE GOTTEM WE GOTTEM”

(”take the jason hr on ahead full, mr pinky.”

“aye aye, captain brain.”)

conclusion:

this is a long episode.

still, now that they have a vehicle that steers properly, the boys seem to make it okay.

“we should be approaching the hull of the titanic at any--”

DONK.

“naaaaaaarf.”

“yes, pinky. soon we will have the white crabs of the titanic, and then,”

WE SHALL HAVE THE WORLD

“about that recipe, brain, and, um, getting rid of that bad taste--”

“not now, pinky.”

“but brain?”

“just cut it out.”

“oh! aye aye.”

hm.

so the mice bodge an air pressure mechanism to yeet the titanic to the surface. as you do.

“but brain, the icky stuff--”

“i said cut it out, pinky.”

hmmmm.

the balloon expands, as balloons do, and the titanic wobbles a bit.

RISE, LITTLE ONE, AND BE FREE

neat!

“our journey is almost at at end, my friend! we release the air and propel the ship!”

that’s a very cute happy face!

so brain does exactly that, and the titanic farts itself over to california.

i’m not exaggerating.

perhaps brain feels vaguely at home on the titanic. he has vague memories of being drunk out of his mind, and bathing in a sink. best not to unpack that.

instead, he decides to crash it into acme labs. for the lols.

“yes!”

(:

the pancakes are jamboureeing. it’s very cute.

jonesey and mcguire are here too! “nothing like a pancake jambouree after blowing up a sub, huh.”

they’re dating now, i guess. i mean, i hope they’re dating. they should be.

“as the hypnotic fluid winds itself through the minds of our friends, they shall return, happy and content to have us rule over them.”

“well isn’t that nice,” says pinky, in a very condescending manner. “narf.”

“but tell me, pinky, about your pancake batter. how did you manage to hide the taste of the hypnotic sapo?”

“well, the hypnotic stuff tasted terrible, brain. so like you said. i cut it out.”

bonk.

anyway this one goes to pinky because he is emotionally intelligent enough to A, understand sarcasm, and B, to know and/or remember what the plan was in the first place. perhaps he deliberately threw it out to make sure nobody had to eat bad pancakes? honestly, i don’t blame him. pinky, defender of the earth.

brain: 4 ½ pinky: 6 ½ outside influence: 10

“here’s our course. heading 3-2-9, depth 100 metres, bowplanes at 15 degrees. any questions?”

“um. if you could be any animal, what would it be.”

“oh, i’d have to say a hawk, pinky,”

“so i could soar through the sky,”

“and grab tiny white mice in my claws,”

“and feed them to my young.”

“that’s just... weird, brain.”

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*Cracks knuckles* and so it begins. Also, thank you very much and thank you for your wait :)

Hero followed Villain out of the shop, knowing for a fact the hoodie they wore was full of stolen goods. They’d bought something to try and cover their backs, but certainly not all of what they had. It was an odder sight than Hero might have expected. Villain made thousands every night in their thefts, so why were they stealing from a garage?

It was that curiosity that made them stay quiet and follow them across the street and into an alleyway. Villain sat down on a discarded mattress and wolfed down one of the little candy bars that they’d hidden in their sleeve.

“I know you’re a thief,” Hero said, “but I didn’t think you were that tight with money.”

Villain pocketed the wrapper and looked away.

“Not tonight, [Hero], please,” they said, pulling up their hood, but Hero saw their face, thinner than before and badly marked.

“What’s going on, [Villain]? You’ve been quiet for the last few months. I was beginning to think you’d been arrested.” Hero asked.

“[Henchman] took over… I've lost everything. I'm only surprised they didn't kill me. They're worse than me, so uh, you should be careful out there.”

Hero thought back to the stolen food, the painkillers they’d swiped.

“When was the last time you ate, properly?”

“A few days ago,” Villain answered quietly.

Hero crouched down in front of them and Villain flinched, but Hero’s expression was soft. They guided Villain’s hood away, showing their injuries. “And these? Was this [Henchman] too?”

Villain lowered their head and nodded. “Not my finest hour… I’ve been pretty tempted to turn myself in a few times after sleeping rough. Guess I don’t have to now.” They offered out their hands for an arrest.

Hero stood and turned away, seeing Villain like this,so out of place, that proud daring thief reduced to so little, losing everything they’d ever worked for- criminal or not. "Yeah, I guess you don't,” Hero sighed. “Come on, feather-fingers, you're coming home with me."

"What?" Villain’s voice came out as a croak.

Hero looked back to see their wide eyes and loose jaw. "You need food, real food, and you need these wounds dressing. I can’t turn you in like this, it’d kill you... How are these marks so new if you said this was months ago?”

Villain rubbed the back of their neck, "They. They’re trying to drive me out of the city. It's why I'm sleeping rough so they can't terrorise my place - not that I can afford one but you get my drift. Every time they see me this is what I get.”

“And there’s been no one to help you?” Hero asked.

Villain’s face fell and they clenched their bruised fists. “No, that bastard is using my own men to beat me and- and I can tell they don't want to. [Henchman] is cruel, they’ve got no choice if they want to live or not end up like me. I tell them it's alright so they can sleep at night... and then I can't cos I can't even breathe. [Hero], [Henchman] has to go. The whole city will be suffering soon."

“Tonight, I only care about you.” Hero offered them a hand up from the floor. Villain hesitated, not keen on the idea of accepting help. “Come on,” Hero added. “You’d do the same for me.”

“For a price, and I don’t know how you expect me to repay you.”

“I don’t,” Hero said shaking their head. “Can’t put a price on kindness.”

With a sigh, Villain took Hero’s hand and allowed them to guide them to Hero’s house. They hadn’t gotten far when Villain started struggling. “I.It’s my ribs… I think one of them’s broken.”

“Which side?”“Left… breathing faster- it makes it hurt more.”

Hero didn’t hesitate to take Villain’s right arm and tuck it over their neck. “Lean on me; we’ll go slow. It’s just around the corner.”

Villain winced and started staggering forward.

Hero’s door couldn’t get to them fast enough. Hero left Villain leaning against the wall as they unlocked the door. “Get yourself a shower, sit down in the bath though in case you fall. I’ll put something on the stove, then I’ll treat your injuries.”

“You don't have to do this, not for me,” Villain murmured. “Yes, I do… you're not a bad person, or at least not as bad as some. Most people would go to a shop and rob the till. You've pocketed the cheapest and smallest stuff you could find. I'd rather you being top dog than someone who'll beat someone every time they find them. Now go and wash. You're safe here.” 

Hero listened hard for any signs of Villain falling over, but they seemed to be doing alright on their own. They’d made a stew that very morning, so it wouldn’t take long to heat it up and butter a few slices of bread. Hero took the time to find some spare pyjamas that Villain would tolerate wearing and their bathrobe. “Clothes outside, don’t worry about getting them a bit bloody,” they called to Villain.

“Right,” Villain groaned in response.

Hero was a little worried about how long it took Villain to get out the bathroom, but they looked so much more at ease now, clean and warm.

“They look like they fit okay. Here, I hope you like this.”

“Honestly, [Hero] it smells divine,” Villain admitted with a weak smile.

They ate together as Villain explained the full situation to Hero. How Henchman had decided they were better, and had ambushed Villain to prove it, betrayed them. They had a good enough number of men following them, and those who were still loyal to Villain had to just stand aside and let their leader fall.

“Things moved quick huh… You still hungry, there’s some desert in the fridge?”

Villain’s bowl didn’t have so much as a drop left in it, and even after two bowls they nodded. Hero didn’t mind. “Once you’ve had this, I’ll sort out your cuts and bruises. I thought you may as well eat first, I know pain puts me off eating.”

“I. I appreciate that.”

That finally done and with Villain looking so much happier in themselves now they’d eaten their fill, Hero guided them back into the bathroom, not too surprised to see the bathtub was dirty and bloodied tissues in the toilet.

“Sorry, I should’ve cleaned up,” Villain lowered their head again. Hero shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just a bit of dirt.” They closed the toilet seat and gestured for Villain to sit. They did, and took off their shirt, leaving their forearms in it and covering their chest.

Hero opened the first aid kit and balanced it on the window sill. With all the care they could manage, they wiped the cuts on Villain’s face, they hissed in pain and tried to turn away. “Shh, come ‘ere, come ‘ere,” they whispered, gently turning Villain’s face with their hand, resting their fingertips on Villain’s chin to keep them still. Villain winced but tried not to flinch away from the pain.

“They’ve really messed you up, Jeez. Okay, this bit’s gonna sting I think it’s infected.” A yelp from Villain confirmed that much. “I know, I’m being as quick as I can… There. Done. A few plasters and a butterfly strip here and that should be sorted.”

Villain was quiet as Hero worked. Hero could only guess they were nervous, a little ashamed maybe. Then again, they were in their enemies home, getting fed and cleaned and looked after. That was enough to set anyone on edge.

Hero wrapped Villain’s ribs and their battered knuckles. “Okay, I think we’re good. That feel any better?”

Villain was quiet as they put their shirt back on. They were quiet, and Hero sensed what was coming. Their eyes grew moist and their bottom lip trembled. They began to cry, hiding their head in their arms as they curled up, breath hitching.

“Hey,” Hero breathed, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I know, you’ve been through hell, but the worst of this mess is over now, okay? I’m going to help you, and you’re gonna stay here until we figure out how to overthrow [Henchman]. Sit up, [Villain], you’ll hurt your ribs... Breathe, nice and slow. Shhh.”

“I don't deserve this.”

“And I don't care if that's what you think. I'm helping you. I’ll get you some painkillers and then you need a good nights sleep. I think you'll feel a lot better then.”

“T.Thank you. Thank you so much, really, I. I don't know how to thank you.” 

Hero smiled and rubbed their shoulder. “You already have, now come on, to bed with you.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader Chap. 7; Harvest festival

*Author’s note*

Okay everybody I hope you all are having a terrific day/evening. I know the spring semester/winter quarters are always the toughest times of the year where the work just piles up, or those that work real adult jobs are probably swamped by now but I hope that this series brings at least a bit of hope into your lives. So I wasn’t really thrilled of how I did the dance battle but I leave that up to you guys, all I know is that I’m really looking forward to writing the next chapter cause it’s literally my FAV. SONG FROM ALADDIN AND GOD THEY NAILED IT IN THE LA REMAKE!!!!! So I’ll stop talking and you all can enjoy :)

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That night, fireworks were lighting up the sky in an array of colors.  Freddie and I dressed in our finest, I was now wearing an aquamarine party dance dress with gold seams and along the flaps were peacock feather designs.  It was also decorated with beads in various places along the bodice and the pants.  Freddie had done my hair up a 3 way ponytail and I wore a small silver crown with beads and gems matching the color of the dress, along with earrings and necklace.

“Don’t worry, you are not out of the game yet. Just do whatever you normally do at a party.” Freddie assured me.

“I’ve never been to a party.” I told him.  He stopped and turned towards me and I turned to face him.

“What?”

“What?” I asked him.  He then shook his head as he ordered me.

“Oh uh-uh. Then you’re gonna have to go back to the room, you ain’t messing up my night.”

“Princess Ali.” We turned towards the corner and as a red firework boomed and lite up the sky, it was revealed to be the councilor, Paul. “May I have a word? Privately. This will not concern your—servant.” Once again as he walked up towards me, he eyed Freddie like he was a piece of meat.

“Well then, I’ll just be over there. Minding my business.” Freddie then walked back past the archway and had his back turned as Paul came closer to me.

“I know who you are.” Oh shit. He couldn’t have seen through me already.  My heart was racing and I felt a nervous lump in my throat.

“You do?” I choked out.  There was silence as his cold eyes pierced right through me. But then a smile spread across his face as he said.

“Yes. You’re a woman of great ambition. Much like my mother was.” Oh thank Allah.

“Oh thank you.” I said.

“Allow me to properly introduce myself; Paul Prenter. Advisor to the three kings of England. I could be a valuable ally to help get you what you want.” He spoke.

“That is most kind of you Mr. Prenter. I’ll keep that in mind.” I curtsied to him (after getting a lesson from Freddie).  I then proceeded to walk back towards Freddie but Paul snapped out before recomposing himself.

“Perhaps I’m not making myself clear. This offer will not be on the table for long, you see.” Suddenly his snake staff began to glow and my mind suddenly turned to mush. “Princess Ali,” his voice sounded more warped and darker.

However before he could say anything else, Freddie’s voice came in and I was suddenly free of whatever the spell.

“Excuse me. Princess Ali, your presence is requested my dear.” Freddie came in and guided me away from Paul. “You okay?”

“Yeah I just….feel a little dizzy but I’ll be fine.”

“Just tell me something, was that the guy?”

“No. The guy who sent me to find you was much older, or I don’t know.”

“Okay well, try to stay away from him throughout the time we’re here, okay? I can just smell the villainy on him.” I nodded and soon we came to the dance floor.

Everyone from servants to higher ups in the English court were dressed in their finest clothes that came from my home.  Folk music was playing and everyone was chattering about, much like how the marketplace is every day and night.

“Okay, there he is. This is your chance.”

“You know what? There are a lot of people, and I’m feeling sick to my stomach. I don’t think I can do this. Maybe I’ll wait till he’s asleep or something.” I tried to turn away but Freddie grabbed my arm and turned me back around.

“You’ll be fine.” I whined lowly as Freddie and I walked down the stairs. “Ohh and look at that servant boy that’s with them.” Wait is he…I turned towards Prince John to see him talking with Prince Roger and Prince Brian, and there among them was the servant from earlier.

He then walked away from the princes and I heard Freddie say.

“Oh he’s going over to the punch bowl. Suddenly feeling a little thirsty myself.” He said as he adjusted his sparkling blue party vest and hat.

“Wait no Freddie! Freddie! I can’t do this without please don’t leave me!” I panicked as I gripped his arm before he could leave. “He’ll see right through me. All three of them will.”

“No, they won’t (y/n) dear. All you have to do is walk over there.”

“And speak.  I also have to speak.”

“Okay, listen to me.” He turned my chin around forcing me to look at him. “I live in a lamp. This is a party, do not fuck this up for me! I. Like. To party. Now go get some you fat bottomed girl!” I felt him slap me in the butt like you would a horse and he walked towards the punchbowls.

I took a deep breath in before exhaling as I began walking towards Prince John, hoping to make up for the blunder that I did earlier this afternoon.  Just as I was about halfway towards him, a beautiful Princess came up to him saying.

“Prince John!” he turned around towards this beautiful woman in shock as he said trying to sound happy.

“Princess Priyanka you’re—still here.”

“Yes. My sister’s might have given up but I never give up until I get what I want.” She then threw her head back and laughed obnoxiously.  So I just went ahead and sat down at the fountain and fiddled with the water.

“Uhh what are you doing?” I looked up with a hum to see Freddie looking down at me impatiently. “What are you doing!?” he hissed at me lowly.

“I was…just making sure the water was a good temperature.” I said as I took my hand out of the water and shook it dry.

“Why aren’t you over there?”

“Look at that!” I hissed lowly as I pointed towards Princess Priyanka. “How am I supposed to compete with that? Look at her. She’s way more of a princess than I could ever be.”

“My darling you have got to be more confident in what you have to offer.”

“What do I have to offer Freddie? Knowledge of how to steal food? How to jump between buildings? Now, Princess Ali she has jewels, spices and all that but I can no longer keep the façade anymore. Not when a real Princess who has much more than I could ever hope for…..”

“Okay hey stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” Freddie said as he sat down beside me and cupped my face between his hands. “I may have made you look like a Princess on the outside, but I didn’t change anything on the inside,” he pointed at my chest, right where my heart was. “Princess Ali got you to the door, but (y/n) has to open it.”

I knew he was trying to help me but—I just don’t think I can do this.  Being myself won’t get me John because he can’t be with me since I’m a commoner.  I looked around to see the three kings sitting on top of three thrones.  They turned their attention to me and raised their glasses to me.

“Well, at least the kings like me.” I said with a fake smile and raised my glass to them as I stood up.

“Hmm. Maybe they’ll let you be their queen.” Freddie sassed as he stood up beside me and raised his cup towards the kings.

*John’s POV*

After managing to escape Princess Priyanka, I turned towards my father and uncles to see Princess Ali and her servant raising their cups at them.  I scoffed and shook my head.

“Look at that. Another woman sucking up to our fathers.”

“I don’t know this one’s different. And—slightly familiar.” Roger said. We watched them walk away after giving their greetings and I heard Jim say.

“Plus this one comes with an incredibly attractive friend, please make it work.” The three of us turned towards Jim.  Roger with a grin while Brian looked at Jim with a raised brow while I was just fed up.

“And what about the Princess?”

“C’mon Deacy you’re not being fair, the poor thing’s trying so hard.” Brian said as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

“Then that’s the problem.” I muttered as I turned towards Ali.

*My POV*

“Showtime.” Freddie said.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m waiting for the right moment.”

“No, no more waiting. We’re done waiting.” Freddie spoke with a wide smile but his tone was low and almost cynical.

“No. I’m in charge here, okay? I say when it’s the right moment.” I asserted myself even as Freddie blinked in shock at what I had just said.  He spoke not a word but just blew some air out of his mouth while wiggling his fingers as blue smoke came out with each wiggle.  

I looked down to see that I was moving backwards towards the princes and their servant.

“Really? Really?” I was then stopped as soon as I was just barely a foot away from John and the others.  Freddie smirked and gave me a cheeky wink before turning away.  I turned around to see John talking to the other two princes as well as their servant.

I exhaled and with as much confidence as I could muster, walked towards John to hopefully fix this whole thing.

“Here she comes, act natural.” The mustached Irish servant muttered to John before he smiled at me and he greeted me with a warm hello.

“Hi, umm…..”

“Oh sorry love, I’m Jim Hutton. The Princes loyal servant and animal keeper.”

“More like our dearest friend.” Spoke Roger as he playfully patted Jim hard on the shoulder.

“Uhh Rog, why don’t you and I go over and check out the flower arrangements Jim helped pick out?” Suggested prince Brian.

“Right, follow me my friends.” Jim spoke and soon the three of them left leaving me alone with John.  God this was so awkward! Say something you idiot!

“Look I’m so sorry about this afternoon. The whole—buying you thing I just…..when I heard about the famed Prince John I was just taken back by your reputation that I just…..I didn’t know how to approach you and I—I’m making things worse aren’t I?”

“Actually—” suddenly loud music began playing as an upbeat tempo began playing and I saw a purple and orange sash go around John’s neck and there was Princess Priyanka.

“Come John, dance with me.” She forcefully dragged him away to the tempo of the music giving him the lovey dovey puppy dog eyes at him but as soon as she turned to me, her eyes turned to pure hatred.

She soon lead a dance as some girls joined her and she proclaimed out for all to hear.

“Come on everyone on the dance floor!” Soon people all joined in and began dancing together the traditional Bollywood dance style. I was agape as the fact that she just stole John away from me while we were having a conversation.  Even though he was dancing, I could see that he was incredibly uncomfortable especially with Princess Priyanka hanging off his side.

“Oh (y/n) dear~ Why aren’t you…..oh.”

“Now do you mind telling me how I’m supposed to compete with her now?!” I seethed lowly.

“Mmm, hussy trying to mark her territory. But she’s got nothing on you darling.

“Are you blind look at her!” She danced with such passion and synchronicity and the crowd of people around her were enjoying it just as much.

By the end of the song, everyone cheered and clapped hands with each other.  But I didn’t see red until I saw her wrap her arm around John’s neck and forcefully kiss him. I heard Freddie gasp.

“Oh no she didn’t.”

“Okay that’s it!” I seethed lowly.  I stormed up to her and pulled on her hair making her scream and she turned towards me with fury in her eyes.

“How dare you intervene with me! Do you know who I am?”

“I should be asking you that!? Last I checked you needed to consent with someone before you place a plaque on them.” She scoffed and said.

“At least I know how to talk to a man. Never did I think I’d be ashamed to be a woman, until you.” The crowd all choired in soft oohs.  Oh this bitch just crossed a line, Allah did I want to punch her right now.

“Oh that’s it!” I went for her but Freddie came and stopped me and he said.

“Hold on now Ali. There’s no need to cause an even bigger scene.”

“Don’t worry, she already did that this afternoon. All of Agrabah has heard about it.” Freddie please get out of my way.

“What’s your name dear?” Freddie asked her.

“I am Princess Priyanka, third daughter of Sultan Hassim of Punjab.”

“Priyanka. Tell me that thing between your legs does it bite?” At that offensive remark, her mouth dropped and the crowd choired once again.

“How dare you talk to me like that you worthless servant.” She hissed.

“Hey you have no right to talk to my vizier like that!” I snapped.

“Alright, alright, alright ladies, ladies please calm down.” Roger stepped in trying to deescalate the situation.  “Okay so we’ve got two princesses wanting to win the hand of Prince John. Now as this is a Harvest and we don’t wish to bring any violence into the mix, there’s only one way to settle this.”

“I know very well what needs to be done. Dance battle, outside. Winner claims the Prince’s hand.” Dance? No hell no.

“She accepts.” Freddie spoke for me and I turned to him wide eyed.  Freddie immediately took me outside and I snapped at him in a whisper.

“What did you do that for? I don’t and can’t dance! I’m gonna make a total fool of myself!”

“Relax, I’ve got you covered.” He clapped his hands and soon 9 male and female dancers that Freddie had made with my second wish came up and stood beside me.  “These guys will help you, now I may not know much about dance myself but I got you.”

“Wait what?”

“So Princess Ali, you ready to give up and surrender?” Princess Priyanka proclaimed as she stood by 9 of her female dancers.

“Freddie you better not make me look like a fool out there.”

“Trust me darling.” He gave me a wink and I as well as my dancers walked up towards Priyanka and her crew.  The two of us stood face to face and that’s when I felt it.

Some music began to start and I felt myself suddenly jerk as I took off my tiara crown with the attached vail and tossed it aside before undoing my hair letting it go wild and crazy.

Already I could hear some cheers and whistles as I felt my body being controlled by Freddie’s magic.  As I rhythmically stomped towards Priyanka, my arms popped and locked as I made the Sarpaśīrṣa hand symbol each time before turning the right side of my body to her bringing my right arm downward while my left fist touched the instep of my elbow.  I circled my hips seductively before raising my hair up and flipped it right in her face.

I spun around and my dance team backed me up as all 18 of us held our left hands out and did a stirring motion with our right hand underneath our left arms, all the while bringing our knees inward to touch each other when our hands and elbows touched before popping them back outwards.

We all turned our backs swinging our arms outwards before turning back around pumping our right hands to our chests and I got up in Priyanka’s face raising my hands giving her a ‘what now?’ gesture.

Priyanka the started walking right towards me, her hips moving slowly and with intention as her arms slowly swayed before she suddenly and with quick precision her arms shot up and her hips swayed in almost an erotic way.  She spun around three times before her right arm came out waving and bending like waves on the shore, or a snake slithering through the grass.

Her dancers then crossed between me and my dancers first crossing behind us, then back in front of us.  Priyanka kept her dagger-like gaze onto me as her arms continued to pose and raise up doing all the symbolic movements you would see in an Odissi dance.

With elegant spins and twists of her lean body, she was like a peacock strutting a true mating dance.  But then she had to go and form her arm into an Egyptian pose before thumping the center of my forehead pushing my backwards.

The crowd arose with shock as Priyanka smirked at me wickedly and two male dancers held me back and glared at the princess as she and her dancers then began to dance in unison.  Each of their moves in perfect synchronicity and timing.  The claps or stomps of their feet, even their spins and arm twists were together.

I turned to Freddie but he mouthed to me.

‘Relax.’ I turned back towards Priyanka and as she finally stopped and posed while breathing heavily, the crowd clapped in applause.  I then snapped my fingers as the music then began to change to a more upbeat style instead of the traditional music that Priyanka and her dancers danced to.

My dancers were not only doing traditional dances, but they were also tossing people in the air doing flips, leaping over people as someone else was posing on top of a tower, and I was dancing along with two female dancers doing moves I had never seen before.  It was like I was doing some foreign dance from either a Spanish country or even a northern dance from Russia.  The audience was impressed with our tricks and—pop-in-locks? I then found myself going straight towards the tower of me and got on top of two of the dancer’s knees before doing a backflip and landed on my feet with arms in the air in a pose.

Priyanka came up towards me, our dancers surrounding us in a circle while Priyanka and I circled each other.

“Is that all you’ve got? The Prince doesn’t like a showoff.” She sneered at me.

“Well he doesn’t like a hussy humping him like a bitch in heat.” She gaped at me and that’s when all of us began bouncing up and down, while pumping one arm in the air.  Our dancers soon stood face to face each other sizing the competition up before a second round began.

Priyanka and her dancers soon began the Kathak style of dancing now that they revealed to have bells strapped to their ankles. Their footwork was fast and the bells jingled loud and in rhythm.  When they stopped, it was now my team’s turn to go full on.

The male dancers started out first by doing strong movements, flips and tumbling.  One of them was even spinning on top of his head while the others danced and bounced around him.  When they stopped and stuck their pose with fierce intensity, I began to notice that Priyanka was getting a little nervous.

So she took over in a solo dance swishing her hips and moving her arms as elegant but powerful as she could.  She stamped her rhythmically and moved her arms in and out to the dance she was trying to do.  Suddenly I felt myself jerk forward and I began to dance in front of her, pushing her aside with my hip to get her out of the way as I suddenly began dancing erratically but still good.

I could hear the crowd of people clapping in rhythm for me as I twirled, spun and stomped my feet.  I then got up onto the fountain and after doing a few hip swivels and arm waves, I leapt into the air spinning around about five times before finally landing into the splits with my arms in an L shape position.  

The crowd cheered and applauded for me while Priyanka retreated into the crowd with her backup dancers.  

I turned to where I saw John last but I was shocked to see that he had left.  I turned towards Freddie and he merely shrugged.

*3rd Person POV*

As Paul stared at (y/n) he leaned in towards the captain of the guard.

“Keep an eye on this one. This Princess may not be who she says she is.” The captain nodded as the two of them walked away from the dance floor.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Garden of Death

“Are you all growing well?” Yuuri murmured as he entered his garden, violet eyes dancing from one of his fair flowers to another. All of them turned to face him as soon as he did, thousands of voices that only he could hear answering.

Yes, Healer. We’ve been waiting for you.

Yuuri picked up his watering can and headed for the first of the blossoms that needed attention. This was monkshood, a lovely shade of purple that matched his coloring, and every bit as poisonous as he was. He carefully watered it, pressing his fingers against the stem and feeding it some of his energy. The monkshood did not make an audible noise but he could hear it purring regardless. Yuuri petted it gently, assured himself that it needed no further care for the moment, and moved onward to the next garden bed.

Here he grew baby’s breath and there blossomed blood-root, over there was a bed of larkspur and another of iris. He loved every flower, but his favorites would always be those that were purple and those that were poisonous. When those tow came together, such as the monkshood, he put extra effort into tending them.

Not everyone could have all of these flowers together in the same garden. Even some Healers weren’t quite that talented. But Yuuri had known flowers and known the use of life energy and known what it was to use them both to kill from the earliest points of life. He’d been told that before he could walk, he’d been found cuddled up in a thick bed of oleander. There wasn’t a poison or a plant in existence that could kill a Healer but even they walked carefully around some plants. Not Yuuri. Not now and not ever.

In the center of his garden there rested a marble bench and there he settled, arranging himself so he could soak up the sun. Healers were much like their plants in that respect – they needed the warmth of the sun and the life of the earth, and occasional watering. Even Yuuri needed his down time.

It wasn’t time for the invasion yet anyway. The Professor promised him that when the time did come he had a special mission planned for Yuuri, one that he would most definitely love. Yuuri looked forward to it. He’d read all the information the Professor had available on what was going to happen – the existence of the four dimensions and how they were divided by summoning methods.

What the Professor didn’t know was that Yuuri had also researched farther. He’d found the facts the Professor wished hidden.

His eyes narrowed just at the thought. He’d never been much of one for loyalty. His plants were loyal to him and so were the cards in his deck and he returned that, but otherwise? He’d only had the first faint hints of it towards the Professor, and learning that the Professor in actuality hated him – well -

Well, he had plans for what he would do to the Professor when the time came. Carding would be a little too good for him.

He raised up one hand to caress the curve of the flower of one of his special plants, one that he’d grown himself. It somewhat resembled a Venus Flytrap, but only superficially. This one was far larger – large enough, in fact, to swallow and digest an adult human. It was a meat-eater as well. Yuuri kept it well-fed by hand, training it to eat whatever he gave it. It would come in handy one day. He did not doubt this at all.

Quiet whispers echoed. He couldn’t hear what they said but he didn’t need to. In this, his garden, he had eye and ears everywhere. He turned his attention to the plants closest to where the whispers came from – the yarrow. Quite lovely shades of red, those, and he whispered in the language shared between Healers and the plants that they grew.

What was there? Who was there? Who dared approach his garden, which no one was ever supposed to enter without his permission?

Children, Healer. A bit bigger than you are. They wear blue.

Ah. That explained a great deal. He knew who they were and he suspected he knew why they were there. Languidly he rose to his feet and strolled that way, blessing each flower he passed with a brush of his fingertips and a caress of his power. They would return the blessing when he needed them to. That might even be now.

“I don’t think he’s here,” a hurried, quite voice said. “We can check out what he’s got. You know how the Professor favors him. I bet he’s got some awesome plants!”

Ah, yes. Obelisk Blue, Healers’ division. Mostly devoted to keeping the Firestarters and the non-powered soldier-duelists from getting themselves killed on the battlefield. Also being stupid enough to enter his garden uninvited.

His senses flicked over each one. There were three of them. Two were bonded, the other wasn’t. Drat. Only one he could properly deal with then. The Professor made him promise never to kill those who were bonded, if only because it wasted so much effort.

In Yuuri’s opinion, if they were foolish enough to enter his territory, they deserved what they got. As these fools would find out.

They’d not taken more than a handful of paces before Yuuri stepped out, arms crossed over his chest, and stared down at them with his most amused smile, the smile that had sent more than one person screaming into the night. Cowards.

“I don’t believe you're invited here,” Yuuri said with just the right amount of cheer. “You know the rules on that. If you’re not invited into my garden, then I can eject you in any way that I see fit.”

The unbonded Healer turned pale. “We’re just leaving!” He declared, backpedaling. “We didn’t know you were here, Yuuri-sama!”

“He’s right!” One of the others agreed. This was the one that spoke before Yuuri arrived. “We’re sorry if we bothered you! Lovely garden you have, though!” The third only seemed capable of nodding his head quickly, words locked in his throat.

Yuuri sneered. These were the elite of Obelisk Blue? These were the ones that the Obelisk Force would be chosen from? Ridiculous. Pathetic. It was in their best interest if he thinned them out.

“Get out. If you can do it before my treasure takes you, then you can live.”

None of them asked what would happen if they couldn’t. They just turned and ran as fast as they could manage. For most Healers, getting out would have been easy – as long as they hadn’t angered Yuuri. But on his grounds, his rules governed, and he told the grass and the flowers and the trees one simple thing.

That one. The unbonded one. I want him.

Before two of them the trees and bushes parted, guiding them to the nearest exit with all due speed. But before the third one, the grass slipped under his feet, the trees dropped branches in his face, and the vines wove around his feet, tripping him. Yuuri strolled up and set a foot on his back.

“It’s feeding time for my treasure,” Yuuri said, “and since you’ve entered my grounds uninvited and without a just cause – and because I want to – you’re going to be my treasure's dinner.”

The unbonded Healer stared up at him with wide terrified eyes. Yuuri didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, he gestured, and the vines that wrapped around the other’s legs tightened, lifting him upward and pulling him along back to the bench where his favorite plant’s mouth waited.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m from Obelisk! I’m a Healer, just like you!” He shrieked quite loudly, until Yuuri gestured again and a vine blocked his chattering.

“You should have known not to enter my garden, then. I never entered yours,” Yuuri admonished before he turned his gaze onto his favorite. “Have lunch, my dear. Eat well.”

The screams after that were very loud, but the walls around the garden and the soundproofing built into those walls – which Yuuri asked for after the first time some fool thought to enter his grounds uninvited and someone on the other side complained about the noise – kept most of it muffled to everyone who wasn’t Yuuri. Yuuri savored them as he settled back down on his bench and enjoyed the show.

What a beautiful sight his lovely creation was. He wondered what the plants of the other dimensions would be like. Even better, what would the Firestarters of another dimension be like? He’d never found one to his taste here. Perhaps there would be different. All the flames here were so weak, no matter how they professed to be soldiers. Perhaps they were, but the flames weren’t what he wanted.

But he’d find himself a Firestarter. Somewhere. Whether the Firestarter wanted to be found or not.

The End

Notes: I already know who Yuuri's Firestarter will be. *teehee*

[meiwroo]

Omfg please you write for FMA?? Ooo I have so many ideas. I feel like Hughes could easily be yandere. But my love for Olivier Armstrong is winning out. After all Briggs is the safest place to keep the girl of her dreams safe ( and trapped)

Originally, I was just going to respond with a small informal hc that was about Olivier, but then it turned into this……I’m sorry really

Olivier Mira Armstrong

Would punish you in front of all her men, then yell, “Everyone continue working” as if nothing happened.

Hive mind + her men are loyal so don’t expect a single person to help you escape

“Nothing gets in or out of Briggs without my say!” 

“If you want to escape me so bad, then die!”

Punishments are brutal

Tossed out into the cold w/o proper clothing

No food when you piss her off

But still a Protective! Yandere

Consider anyone that tries to harm you dead

Best chance to escape would be while the fortress is in disarray. So, during that time when Sloth shows up would be great

Maes Hughes

“Hey princess don’t be like that! We’re supposed to be a happy family remember?”

“Ah, are you upset because I’ve been neglecting you? Let poppa bear make it up to you.”

“…Y/N, stop acting so spoiled before I give you a reason to pout.”

Acts foolish, but you know he’s calculating

Breeding kink? && absolutely ecstatic when he finds out you’re pregnant

“Look what I got for the baby Y/N! Are you excited?!”

Lying to Mustang that you’re ill whenever he’s over for dinner and you try to ask for help

Goofy boi

Good at buttering you up

Solf J. Kimblee

“It’s simple Y/N, submit to me. There’s nowhere you can run.”

“I’m not a bad man Y/N; I’m reasonable. I’ll treat you gently.”

“Well, well, your tone changes once your family is threatened. Now, come here.”

Has the resources, the connects—the power, not to mention he’s merciless

“Just a second, there’s something I need to take care of. The guy was looking at you.”

Gluttony

“Y/N-chan are you done? Are you done? If you keep being bad, can I eat you?”

“Hey, Y/N-chan do you like him? Then I’ll eat him.”

“Cheer up Y/N-chan I brought the cake you like; Let’s eat it together.”

Spankings as punishments 

Treats you more like a pet than a lover

“Y?N-chan, I don’t want to play hide and seek right now; Won’t you come out? I’m hungry…I can smell you, you know…”

“F o u n d  Y o u; Come here!”

Sloppy kisses

Great hugs

An absolute idiot, but would keep you warm and fed; Mainly relying on Lust’s daily visits to remind Gluttony that he has to care for you properly

Tricking him is easy, but running away is harder

“Y/N-chan THAT WAS A MEAN TRICK. COME BACK HERE SO I CAN PUNISH YOU!”

“If I eat you, then we can be together forever.”

Greed

Possessive Yandere

“You think you’re going to beat me Y/N, escape me, with my ultimate shield and my advanced healing powers? I wasn’t kidding when I told you Y/N you’re mine, try all you like, but you won’t win.

“Oi oi, how long do you wan’t to drag this out. This’d be much easier if you’d just accept me already.”

“I get what I want Y/N, my avaricious holds no bounds, and right now I want you in bed; Strip.”

Envy

“I knew it! You’re crying expression is the best Y/N! Go ahead, cry some more! Think about your family, your friends, how they’ll plead for their life when gobble them! Leave me and I’ll set your village in flames.”

“Ho ho~. Have you realized it yet? That it’s in your best interest to stop resisting? But don’t worry D A R L I N G. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Do you hate me? Do you hate me? Mhm? Then do something about it. Oh wait, you’re powerless aren’t you Y/N.”

Wouldn’t be able to deal with a catatonic s/o

“Ah, really? Giving up already? Pathetic…”

Would definitely dispose of them

Lots of taunting/baiting

Gets what he wants from his s/o using underhanded tricks

Decided to harass his s/o and make them his after they helped him one day

No good deed goes unpunished?

“Ah, you’ve been quiet lately? Should I reward you tonight? Let you ride my face?”

Lust

Wouldn’t mind keeping you in a cramped cage as punishment

“Oh my, making a scene again Y/N?”

“It appears that our little Y/N has escaped. Would you mind helping me Gluttony? I’ll let you eat whoever’s helping her.”

Wouldn’t mind a broken s/o that she drags along like a glorified pet—leads you by a chain and collar something akin to Arbitro and Kau’s relationship (from Togainu No Chi)

“Well, someone’s been good lately. What’s say we go for a long walk?”

Merciless (worse than Olivier and Kimblee)

Pride

Content with watching you, after all nothing is going to get pass his watchful gaze

No kidnapping required unless you try to escape from him

“Humans are so stupid…”

Haughty smiles

Would pose as a normal child from the neighborhood and stalk you that way

Anyone he deems a threat will be quickly neutralized even if it’s right in front of your eyes

Sloth

“What was I doing again…?”

“Oh, I remember now. I need to punish Y/N.”

“Running away? Troublesome. But life without Y/N is also troublesome.”

“Have to…find…Y/N…”

Would break your legs just to stop you from continuously escaping

If you manage to escape, you actually have a good bit of time before he finds you b/c Sloth falls asleep frequently && is really slow. 

Lightening fast. Try to escape right in front of him and he’ll immediately catch you

“What…are…you…doing Y/N?”

Ferra and Torr vibes tbh

Relatively easy yandere

Mainly looks and on occasion touches

“Come…here…”

Gentle despite his size (unlike Gluttony)

Wrath

“Hooooo, let’s have a wager then? I’ll even be so generous to give you a 10-minute head start. However, if I catch you before the little hand strikes 3, then you’ll be spending the next week in the basement. [Maybe then you’ll appreciate how good you have it.] So how about it Y/N? Do you think you can escape me?”

Finds you fighting back amusing

“Is that all you got dear?”

Being known as the King’s wife who’s gravely ill who spends most of her time bedridden (explains why nobody ever sees her)

Your cooporation will be rewarded in extravagant gifts and grand trips

Patronizing

But he doesn’t underestimate you

Enjoys a game of cat and mouse

“I’m looking forward to your next attempt. Don’t disappoint me.”

Daddy Dom in bed

Loves taking off his eye patch at night

“Bend over Y/N…I said bend over.”

[xathia-89]

A Disturbed Kidnapping

I was frustrated as I ran out of the castle. I was certain that everyone was out to test me in the absence of my future husband whilst he had left to attend a skirmish with Nobunaga. As a result, Ieyasu had left Masamune and Hideyoshi ‘in charge’ of me apparently and Hideyoshi had taken the order seriously enough that he would always make sure I wasn’t straining myself in the slightest. I knew exactly where the horses were was the solution to my problem right now, as I swiftly saddled up my usual bay mare. She nickered at me as though to tell me off for being too rough before I fed her a handful of the kitchen vegetable scraps from the nearby trough I kept for times like this.

I mounted her quickly, eager to feel some form of freedom as I spurred her into a cantor out of the open stable door. The wind rushing through my loose locks was a relief as I steered the girl around the trees to find some form of beaten path to steady her into a trot for a little while as we found a stream. It was a part of the forest outside Azuchi that I didn’t recognise, but it was deadly silent aside from the animals around us. A very soothing noise for the disturbed soul I would always find as I glanced upwards to the sun. It was high in the sky, and the evening was a long way off yet. Ieyasu knew I loved to ride, but would often argue that it made me too vulnerable if I was allowed to since it would often mean leaving the protected boundaries of the town. I had heard what he said and promptly ignored it. As long as I kept my wits about me, stayed firmly on the horse and kept moving there wasn’t a chance for me to be caught out. I had been taught the basics of self-defence anyway, though it would have been easier to get blood from a stone than to get Hideyoshi and Ieyasu to agree to it.

It was easier for me to be myself on the back of a horse as I thought back to my life before the wormhole. I was rarely off a horse, and my mother had long given up on getting any of my passions to even come close to that of horse riding. I had been competitive at it, I wasn’t one for most of the rules but if I liked what it was offering then I’d storm through it. Most of my life was about teaching people how to love horse riding and horses, and then leading treks was my favourite part. Getting a horse out and about into the forests and open fields was the most exhilarating part of it all as I spied a rather large fallen tree. It was slightly bigger than anything we’d attempted before as I turned the mare around to get a better run up to it.

She baulked at the last minute, a squirrel startling her as my feet came out of the stirrups. My body hurt as I hit something hard, I couldn’t get up without a searing pain down my side and legs. I gasped as she bolted back away from me, and I had to grit my teeth at my situation. No one knew I’d gone riding, and now I was stuck in an extreme amount of agony with blood trickling down the side of my face. I had to rest for now and pulled myself flat against the oversized tree, it was my only shelter and protection for now. Once I could start to move a little, I would make my way back to Azuchi. The lectures would not be fun, but at least I wouldn’t be cold and wet.

Hideyoshi had a deep frown on his face and ended up bumping into Masamune as they both went to turn a corner.

“Have you seen Natsuki?” Masamune asked whilst wearing a similar expression.

“I was just about to ask you,” the vassal sighed. “She didn’t appreciate it when I was trying to help her carry all the scraps through to the stables, and then I saw her trying to move a vase that was the same size as her.”

“She does have a habit of disappearing,” the one-eyed dragon replied, “We should check the stables, I’ve overheard arguments about her being able to ride a horse,” he suggested.

“My Lords!” A stable attendant was flushed and sweaty as he ran up, and then slid forward on one knee. “The horse that Lady Natsuki favours has returned without her on it, I fear something may have happened!” he blurted out, barely able to catch his breath in his urgency. The two Lords shared a look and turned around, sending messages out for every available aide to come straight to the hall.

Tadakatsu Honda was one of Ieyasu’s longest-serving vassals. He was loyal to the man and had always followed his Lord without a question. Though recently his jealousy had definitely begun to cloud his vision and reactions. The Princess was a beautiful and fierce spirit, someone that Tadakatsu had been desiring since her abrupt arrival into the castle life. The way she laughed was nothing but heavenly music, and her constantly changing expressions were a delight to behold. He had devotedly followed the woman on her outings without her knowledge and had an inkling as to where she had likely gone. The leaves and flowers were in full bloom as he passed through a beaten path. He was following the hoof prints that had been recently left, and came to a stream. The princess thought she was clever, but she had never been taught how to track anyone and would therefore never know what to cover up as he spied the recently fallen tree and the currently sleeping woman under it.

Tadakatsu was quiet in his dismounting, as fear gripped at the man. She was breathing as his cheek was against her nose, but there was dried blood covering her beautiful features and some very nasty wounds by all appearances on her back and legs. It looked like she had attempted to leave, but then found it too much and instead dragged herself into the cover. He was proud of her thinking and kissed her on the forehead fondly.

But if he had found her, then it meant anyone could technically find her. His inner spirit burned fiercely with the desire for her to belong to him. The vassal quietly lifted the woman as to not disturb her, and mounted his horse. He stuck to the thickest covers and went directly around the back to his quarters. Tadakatsu was careful in ensuring that no one saw him before getting a maid to take his horse back to the stables. Natsuki was still unconscious as he prepared a bowl of water to tend to her wounds, wiping the dried blood off her face before he gently caressed her cheek with his fingers. His heart was heavy to see her like this and remembered overhearing a conversation between her and his Lord, where he refused to acknowledge her riding abilities.

“I must take you back to my manor, it is safe there and you will have many open fields to cover,” he murmured.

My whole body was still throbbing when I began to stir. I remembered fighting the need to sleep in the woods, but this was definitely a lot comfier than the forest floor. I was next to something warm, but it wasn’t the smell I was used to as I slowly opened my eyes. The faintest streaks of dawn’s light were breaking through, as I realised that I was now pinned under a man’s arm in a futon. I went to slide out carefully in an attempt to get away, but the agony caught me off guard.

My moans of complaint disturbed the man, as I then recognised him as Tadakatsu. Ieyasu had left him in charge of me along with Hideyoshi and Masamune despite my complaints. There was something in his gaze that made me dislike the man, and now this was very much the grounds for breaking my engagement if someone else caught us. He was quick to gag me and then bound my wrists and ankles before I could fight back properly. His affectionate kiss to my forehead was a mockery of everything as he smiled gently.

“We’re going to Mikawa, to my family manor. There we will be married, and you will have the freedom to ride across all the fields,” he smiled. “You will be much happier there where you will be treated as a princess than under my Lord’s supervision.”

I was glaring at him and attempted to make some kind of threat through the gag whilst fighting and fidgeting constantly in a struggle to break free of my bonds. He patted me on the head in a patronising manner and then started to get himself ready for leaving it seemed.

His blatant manner of ignoring me was the most frustrating part of it all. He refused to acknowledge me at any point, whilst carefully arranging things to go into the cart.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?” He asked gently, as though he was talking to a lover, his fingers stroking my cheeks as he went to remove the gag. I tried to scream the second it was free, but then there was something covering my mouth and nose and the familiar blackness came over me.

Tadakatsu smiled sadly. He’d been playing with concoctions and testing them out on unsuspecting staff members until he’d gotten the correct combinations. Natsuki looked beautiful with her hair wildly splayed out behind her on the futon, and he imagined that the image would come many times over once they were married.

“You’ll be so much happier with me,” he murmured and slid her unconscious form into the made-up futon that would serve as her travelling compartment in the back of the cart. She was safely surrounded by goods and crates, no one would know she was there as he hooked up the horse whilst dawn was finishing breaking. It was going to be a long ride to Mikawa, but he would win her over to his reasoning by the time he was received by his family.

Ieyasu couldn’t pin what was bothering him so much. Being away from Natsuki wasn’t anything pleasant, but it was something he could tolerate for longer periods than this as the camp was making its way back to Azuchi. He was recalling the arguments that he had been having with the Chatelaine before departing. She was getting more and more vocal about not leaving Tadakatsu behind with her, there was something about his vassal that unnerved her.

“You’re quiet, and that expression is extremely grumpy even by your standards,” Nobunaga commented to the blonde from his horse.

“It’s nothing,” he replied.

Oda clearly wasn’t buying the response but continued on in silence until a scout rode up to the two men.

“My Lords, we’ve just spotted Tadakatsu Honda with a cart heading in the direction of Mikawa,” he reported, bowing his head.

Both warlords shared a look and instantly kicked their horses into a gallop, following the scout to find out where he was going. Ieyasu frowned, as his Lord looked curiously at the male.

“His current duty is to look after Natsuki with Hideyoshi and Masamune,” the blonde frowned.

“Then we shall go and ask him since when leaving Azuchi was required,” Nobunaga smirked, and pushed forward.

Tadakatsu was more than a little shocked to find out that there was suddenly a large cloud of dust and the gathering sound of hoofbeats coming up on the cart. He was trying to not panic, but then he spotted who was on the horses and whipped the horse into picking up her speed.

I hit my head, and it woke me up. I was still gagged and bound, but I wasn’t in some disgusting vassal’s bed now. It was shaded well, but I couldn’t push anything out of my way as I felt the pace of the horse gather momentum. Tadakatsu was definitely in a hurry, and I peeked out of a slither of a crack between the planks of wood. I was buried underneath the seat he was on as I twisted myself around to try and see what we were passing since I couldn’t see much beyond the horse up front.

“Tadakatsu!”

I would recognise that voice anywhere as my heart jumped in relief. Ieyasu and Nobunaga must have spotted him on their way back to Azuchi. Then I realised I must be well concealed. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell currently of me being discovered. The cart was halted, and I could smell the fear and nerves of the vassal that was currently sat over me. I just had to wait for everyone to stop moving on the horses as I saw both Lords dismount after forcing the vassal to get down as well.

“I left you with a task, and I find you out here,” Ieyasu wasn’t happy now as I started kicking at my surroundings. It was tight with the bonds on, but I was making things move.

“Apologies my Lord, the letter must not have reached you. I have been requested to return on urgent family business,” the snake was lying as I summoned even more force than before. And it got the attention as I started then banging my fists on the crate next to my head. It was full of something noisy and loose much to my delight. The original design must have been to cover up any noise I made whilst travelling.

“What do you have on the cart then?” Nobunaga pressed.

“Nothing of importance my Lord, merely items that were requested,” his lies were slipping out without a second thought as I continued. “There’s no need to check anything Lord Ieyasu!”

It took him seconds to kick off the goods, and I had never been so happy to see the grumpy man. The soldiers had my attempted kidnapper surrounded instantly, whilst the gag and bonds were swiftly removed. Tokugawa was gentle in checking me out on the once-over, as Nobunaga was arranging for the medic to bring his pack to the blonde. I was still hurting from my original injury, never mind all the problems that I had gone through overnight at the hands of the selfish man.

“Can I trust you to bring her back safely?” Oda asked, his tone heavy as he frowned at me.

“Go on ahead without us, I can protect us both without any problems,” my other half confirmed with a firm nod. He waited patiently for them to leave before turning on me for an explanation.

“You aren’t going to like it,” I said with a shrug, and then a wince as pain shot up my side.

“I’m guessing you went riding, had an accident and couldn’t get back to the castle. Tadakatsu found you and kidnapped you,” he bristled.

“In short, yes,” I pouted, knowing that I was in for the mother of all tellings off.

His kiss was passionate, powerful and overflowing with his emotions, and exactly the opposite of what I was expecting before he used the crates as a safety barrier before cleaning up the blood that had dried on my head. He was doing an inspection to see how it would be best to transport me, and unfortunately sitting was incredibly painful since we found out that I had a nasty gash that needed attending to just above my hips.

“Lie down,” Ieyasu instructed, and kicked off most of the goods before dragging the bed out from under the seat cover.

“I was expecting more of a telling off,” I muttered into my arm as I rested my head on it.

“Oh you’re getting one, but first I need to get you back to my manor where I can stitch you up,” the male corrected me, a slightly amused tinge to his tone as I knew that I deserved every bit of what was coming. “Then when you’re cleaned up I am giving you a huge telling off.”

“Only if you will accept the ‘I told you so’ about your vassal and leaving me behind with him,” I snorted.

“I think we’re about even at this point, both of us are right,” Ieyasu grumbled, turning the horses around that had been hooked up to the cart. “And I’m giving Hideyoshi and Masamune theirs, pretty sure I told them to look after you,” he added on, I could hear the frown in his expression from the way he spoke. It made me feel warm and safe inside as the horses were set off at a steady trot back.

[mianite-season-3]

Unofficial Mianite S3 - Chapter 15

Chapter 15 - It’s About the Journey

Tom was exploding with energy, and Jordan was not up for it this morning. He hadn’t slept well and he felt like his eyelids would soon become so heavy that he wouldn’t be able to stay awake.

“Joooooordan!”

He blinked and stumbled back. Tom was in his face, looking over him with a curious expression. “You look like shit, dude. What’s wrong?”

Jordan shoved him away, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Just tired. Can I borrow some of your energy, since you seem to have more than enough,” He snarked, and Tom grinned.

“I would if I could, man! I feel amazing, like I could fight a god or something!” The zombie man bounced on his toes and twirled his sword. Jordan felt drained watching him.

“Glad you are.” Gods, he was so tired. They’d been walking for what, an hour? He should not be drained like this, if he’d gotten a good night’s sleep. He was fed too, though fish and bread for a month hardly filled his stomach anymore.

Then again, maybe he wasn’t the anomaly. Everyone else had seemed at less than full this morning, and they had for the past week or two. This world had an energy that was different than the ones they’d been to before. It was heavy, dark, like thunder clouds hanging low overhead. The air was thick, making it hard to breathe and think properly. It made everyone want to seek shelter, stay inside and lie in bed—to wait until the clouds finally broke, because none of them wanted to be caught in the rain that wasn’t an if, but a when. Hopefully once it finally did, the sun would break through and they could finally be free from whatever it was that made them feel so strange.

Only Tom seemed to be able to resist the ever present weight on their shoulders, staying lighter than air. He wasn’t even aware of it, since the one time Jordan asked him about the bad feeling this world gave him, he didn’t understand. He pointed to the chaotic organization of the land as why he felt uneasy, rather than the oppressive feeling in his gut. Everyone else had known exactly what he was talking about, but Tom… didn’t.

“Do you really think we’re going to find anything out here, Tom?”

The Dianitee tilted his head, jumping down from a small hill and falling into stride next to him. “Well, I don’t really think we’re gonna find anyone that we’re looking for. It’s been a month, I think we’d have found something by now. But you never know, we might find someone else who can help us. Like pirates or something! Or like, an old temple that’s got a bunch of gear! Anyways, isn’t this better than staying at home? Fresh air’s good for you, since you look like death!”

That neverending optimism did make him smile slightly. While he’d love to see Ianite in this world, and speak with her, finding any clue about this world would also be good.

Hopefully Sonja would be able to get that at least. As much as he tried to hate Star as vehemently as his friends did...  he couldn’t. Ianite stood for balance, and that meant he had to consider both sides. And weighing everything against each other, the evidence suggested that Star was a good person, albeit angry and with a short fuse. She hated Ianite for a reason, but he’d seen that before.

What killed him was that he wasn’t able to help directly. His presence would only serve to worsen the problem. It was the exact opposite of what Ianite was supposed to stand for. It made him a little sad to think about it.

“Ok, but Tom, Martha was sure you’d be able to track down Mot and Dianite somehow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m trying, but I dunno how she expects me to do that. What, does she think I’m some kinda compass or something? It’s not like I can see souls like she can, so what the hell does she expect?”

Jordan shrugged. “She said because you’re a Dianite follower, you might have a connection.”

“That’s bullshit. If that was all it took, we’d have found all three gods by now!”

He shrugged again. “I don’t know. If you concentrate, can you feel anything?”

Jordan saw a flash of something appear in Tom’s eyes, but it disappeared before it registered. “I’ve never felt Dianite in this world, not once. Not even the other world’s Dianite.”

They’d been friends long enough for Jordan to know when he was blatantly lying. “Can you at least try? Who knows, maybe it’ll work this time,” he insisted, taking a seat on the ground himself. Tom made a face at him, but surprisingly didn’t put up too much of a fight before joining him.

“Fine. Just for you, Sparkly-dick, I’ll try.” he winked flirtatiously and Jordan rolled his eyes, leaning back and using his arms as a pillow. Might as well try to get some rest while he could. Within minutes, he was asleep.

Tom glanced back at his friend as he fell asleep. He may be loyal to his friends, but he was also loyal to his god. And Dianite had told him that he wasn’t to say a single word until he could gather enough energy... “Wait, what am I supposed to do?” Tom said out loud, frowning when Jordan doesn’t answer, due to being asleep. The Dianitee groaned, then crossed his legs, rested his hands in his lap and closed his eyes.

“Um, so, Dianite, if you’re around somewhere, can ya please show yourself? I don’t wanna have to find you.”

No response but a faint whistle of a breeze in his ear. “Come on, we’ve offered you literally hundreds of diamonds, that’s more than enough.”

A nerve in his right forearm twitched, and he winced. “Gods, this is pointless. You’re not around. I might as well be trying to talk to a ghost!” Tom sprang to his feet, energized with his frustration. He paced around, punching at the air to try and calm himself down. “Come! On! Dianite! You talked to me before, what the hell did you mean?”

He looked down at his hands, taking a breath. “You said to not abuse my power... but I don’t have any power!” he said it out loud, but part of him knew that wasn’t completely true. He remembered the incredible surge of power within the dream. It wasn’t real… but it was.

An idea. He sat down again, now a little ways from Jordan, and resumed his position. His lids fell and within the darkness of his mind, he summoned the image of the dream. The flames, suffocating. Them swirling into the visage of his god, terrifying and powerful. The words, spoken in a tongue he could only understand in a dream. The spark landing on his hand, and the incredible power blooming inside his body. The floating feeling that he was capable of anything, if he just put his mind to it. “I’m sick of fish and bread. If I could just have something else… an apple, or melon, or something!”

He concentrated, squeezing his eyes so tight that he saw stars and gave himself a headache. With eager anticipation his eyes flew open, and looking around, he saw…

Nothing. There was nothing laying on the ground, besides his friend a few meters away.

Tom moaned in annoyance. He tried so hard! What good was Dianite’s cryptic message if he didn’t actually get superpowers?

He spun around to wake Jordan. They should get going, they didn’t want to get caught at night with the millions of mobs. The flat field they were in wasn’t going to be the best to dig a temporary base into.

“Jordan? Jordan, wake up!” The older man groaned, batting at his friend. Tom rolled his eyes and shook his shoulder, but Jordan still didn’t rise.

“Jardon, get up!” Tom reeled back to kick Jordan’s foot, but before he could he heard a small “pop” come from behind him. He froze, the small sound had somehow reverberated within his entire body. When he finally managed to turn his head, he did not expect what he saw. A single apple, floating a few inches above the ground. Waiting. Tom blinked, sure that he’d just gone crazy. But it stayed. He closed his eyes for longer. It was still there when he opened them.

“Jordan! Holy shit!” He exclaimed, and that brought Jordan out of his nap. He squinted at Tom, irritated.

“What?”

“Look! Look what I did!” Tom pointed excitedly, and Jordan rolled his eyes before sitting up. They widened as he focused on what he was seeing. “W-What? Where did that come from?”

“I did it! I was just thinking really hard about wanting an apple and there it was! Hold on... I want... a million diamonds to rain from the sky!”

He threw his head up to the sky expectantly, but not surprisingly nothing came of it. Shrugging, Tom moved to scoop up the apple, taking a big bite out of it.

“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up, why do you get to eat it!?” Jordan’s eyes were intense, ready to pounce for something other than bread. He lunged for it, but Tom danced out of the way. “Cause I spawned it, so it’s mine!”

“How could you have spawned it?!” Jordan exclaimed, still trying to get the bitten apple.

“I dunno, how else does it exist?!”

“I don’t care, give it to me, Tom!”

Jordan was in a frenzy, and in the heat of the moment Tom’s only option was putting some space between them. Unfortunately for Jordan, that meant throwing a punch right into his solar plexus. The older man fell to the ground, suddenly unable to breath. He gasped, trying to drag air back into his lungs.

Before he could get back up, Tom shoved the rest of the apple into his mouth, nearly choking. That was... intense, especially for Jordan who was usually so collected. This world was getting to him more than Tom had thought.

“You... suck...” Jordan huffed as he started to regain air. “How did you even... do that?”

Tom shrugged. “I don’t know! I was just concentrating, and then I thought about how hungry I was, but that I didn’t want bread or fish, and then it just appeared, right there!”

Jordan blinked. “And it wasn’t, you know, a god or something that you just didn’t notice?”

“And they didn’t say anything? The gods are attention whores, Jordan, they always say something when they appear. If they didn’t, isn’t that weirder than me summoning it?”

He pursed his lips. “I guess... but, you’ve never been able to do that before!”

“Yeah, well, maybe you can too! That girl had a bunch of spawn eggs, remember? Maybe people in this world can summon items sometimes?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself, but it was the best suggestion he could come up with. Why else would he be able to summon an apple out of thin air?

“You try it!” Tom shoved Jordan forward, causing his friend to stumble. “If I can do it, you can too!”’ “But what did you do?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “I just imagined it was there, and then it was!”

Jordan shook his head, confounded. But Tom didn’t let it go, so he sat down and closed his eyes, focusing on materializing something. Anything. He squeezed his eyes so tight that he saw stars, but when he opened them again, there was nothing sitting in front of him. Tom patted his shoulder after a minute of waiting. “I guess I’m just special. Alright, c’mon, let’s go!”

“What?” Jordan asked incredulously, standing up and following his friend. He was re-energized by this phenomenon. “Tom, shouldn’t we think about this some more? You made an apple appear out of thin air! Aren’t you curious?”

Tom thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “Nah. Weird stuff happens, it’s whatever.”

That wasn’t the right thing to say, according to Jordan’s reaction. “What do you mean? Does stuff like this happen to you a lot?”

“No! I just meant, you know... look around! The land’s like this, why not summoning random items sometimes?” Tom lied. But now was not the time to spill to Jordan about the weird things that have been happening to him. “Now come on, we’re s’pposed to find Dianite and we’re not gonna do that if you don’t move!”

They continued on, and Jordan dropped it after Tom refused to answer any of his questions. But only for now. Tom was hiding something. That in itself wasn’t new. But there was something about how he was acting, how serious he kept getting, that gave Jordan a bad feeling in his gut.

He would get the answers from Tom, because it felt like they were racing the clock, and whatever Tom was hiding was the key to their victory.

[brandxspandex]

TF IDW reread: Monstrosity

I recall Monstrosity was my favourite instalment of the Autocracy-Monstrosity-Primacy trilogy, and upon rereading it I think that is going to remain the case. It’s a fun story featuring batshit crazy Decepticons, swarms of beastly monsters, dire and deathly places, and Megatron being a BAMF. Watching Megatron transform into Garbage King of Trash Planet and go on a quest of self-discovery with his riddle-spewing pet Quintesson in tow was quite entertaining, and it was the kind of setting and storyline where Livio Ramondelli’s artwork is quite appropriate. The Quintesson, Pentius, was a fun character, even if there was pretty much no explanation for any single thing that he said or did. He was like some sort of spirit-guide/sensei character who guides another character on a journey towards enlightenment, only instead of guiding Megatron towards enlightenment he guides him towards a greater clarity of evil…which I guess is enlightenment from some people’s point of view. There is no clear reason why he does this, although he is a historian, and some of the cryptic things he says are somewhat reminiscent of Metroplex’s comments to Optimus about the cyclic nature of history and Optimus’s role as a recurring player in it. Maybe Pentius recognised Megatron as another one of those major players and wanted to see him fulfil his destined role, or maybe he just gets his kicks out of encouraging people to be evil, who knows.

Quintessons are also established as having (green) sparks in this series, which raises questions about the nature of Quintesson life and their connection to the Transformers in the IDW continuity. If I recall there are some continuities in which the Quintessons are descendants/creations of Quintus Prime, so maybe that is true of this continuity as well. The fact that the end of the IDW continuity means we’re going to miss out on the opportunity to properly explore this version of the Quintessons is one of the many things about the reboot that makes me thoroughly upset.

The current Optimus Prime series established that Junkion was blown up in the war between the Autobots and Decepticons at some point after this, but turns out that at this point Junkion was just a goddamn shard anyway, so not much of a loss really.

Autocracy made Megatron look like a little bit of a chump (and the Decepticons clearly agreed, given their decision to get rid of him), but Monstrosity quite pointedly reaffirms his terrifying badassitude, while making him look outright sane and heroic next to the nutcase that is Scorponok. It could be said that Megatron (somewhat thinly) veiled his desire for endless violence behind a motive of social change, but Scorponok didn’t make the slightest effort to disguise what he was after, and took it WAY up to 11. Scorponok basically wanted to turn Cybertron into what Junkion already was, and after getting banished there Megatron seemed to decide that he’d had quite enough of that. I guess that what Monstrosity ultimately establishes is that while Megatron has most definitely fallen to his bloodlust (energon-lust?), he hasn’t gone completely loopy; he still has goals beyond simply killing things, or at least still believes he does. I find it kinda weird that Megatron’s character arc on Junkion is meant to be about becoming truly monstrous, yet the whole story is also about establishing him as a much better alternative to Scorponok. In fact he seems less villainous and nutty when he gets back from Junkion than before.

Then again, Megatron’s “revelation” on Junkion is that what he truly wants is dominance, “the only truth in existence”. Perhaps the contrast that the story was trying to establish between Megatron and Scorponok is that while Scorponok was basically “chaotic evil” and wanted to create a primordial wasteland where only the strongest survive, Megatron wanted to establish a more ordered evil, with himself at the top. That being said, I can’t believe that Megatron wasn’t to some extent driven by the same sort of lust for violence that seemed to motivate Scorponok, as there are several moments throughout the continuity that heavily imply/basically outright state that Megatron was more interested in killing than actually winning the war. However, I guess that while Scorponok was nothing but that lust for violence and twisted might makes right philosophy, those elements of Megatron’s character were somewhat tempered by other aspects, such as his desire for absolute dominance. I do wonder how much of Megatron’s desire for dominance stemmed from the moments he had felt helpless, like on Trepan’s table, which spawned the desire to never feel that way again.

We saw Starscream being pretty damn critical of and fed up with Megatron in Autocracy, which seems to culminate in him helping overthrow Megs here. That being said, it’s not made clear how much say Starscream actually had in the coup – whether he was one of the first people calling for Megatron’s blood, or if he watched Scorponok blow the heads off anyone defending Megatron before deciding to play along. Either way, it doesn’t take him long to start hitting Scorponok with the same sort of criticism he had recently been levelling at Megs, although he also offers some pretty valid advice, and even tries to break up in-fighting between the Cons. It just seems like he earnestly wanted the Decepticons to be successful in doing what they set out to do, but unfortunately for him Scorponok was everything he seemed to hate about Megatron concentrated and amplified.

I guess we don’t actually know for sure if Starscream was Megatron’s SiC at this point, though his interactions with Megatron certainly made him seem as much, but either way it’s interesting that he just lets Scorponok take command. It comes across as though he initially wasn’t actually that interested in being the leader at this point in history, but rather preferred an advisory role from behind the scenes. Unfortunately none of the leaders he gave advice to were interested in listening to him. While I think there are a number of factors underlying Starscream’s eventual ambition for leadership, I tend to think that one of the most major factors was the fact that all the other leaders he followed continuously let him down. He was fucked over by the Senate, Megatron, Scorponok, until eventually he thought “fuck it, I’ll do it myself”.

He doesn’t seem quite at that point yet however, as he doesn’t use Scorponok’s raging incompetence and unpopularity as an opportunity to seize control of the Cons himself, and he looks outright delighted when Megatron shows up again to take power back from Scorponok, which is a great scene by the way:

I love how Megatron’s silhouette makes him look like fricking Dracula or something in that panel.

Anyway, Megatron is understandably upset with Starscream after this, and promises him that they would discuss his role in the coup, which is something we never get to see. I find this really frustrating given that Megatron and Starscream’s relationship is made up of many more questions than answers, and this seems like it would have been a major turning point between them assuming this was Starscream’s first major betrayal. I have to wonder what went down between them after this so that Starscream not only survived, but maintained his major ranking in the Cons. I could imagine Starscream arguing/pleading to Megatron that Megs had constantly reiterated that the leader of the Decepticons must be strong and indomitable, so by discarding Megatron in favour of another leader after his defeat, Starscream was only following the doctrine Megatron wanted him to follow. If Megatron was won over by this argument, I wonder if this could have been the beginning of their dynamic of Megatron keeping Starscream around to challenge him and so give him the opportunity to reaffirm his dominance as leader. I also wonder if this is around the time their relationship turned violent.

Assuming Starscream’s initial loyalty to and idolisation of Megatron was genuine, and I’m inclined to say it was, it would seem that this initial “positive” stage of their relationship was over by this point in time. But was their relationship as simple as an initial, relatively short positive period in which Starscream was loyal, followed by a really long, horrible period in which Starscream was treacherous? I’m inclined to think it was more complicated than that. Starscream may have welcomed Megatron back in Monstrosity just because he could be used to get rid of Scorponok, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Megatron’s strength and determination in returning from Junkion and reclaiming the Decepticons had restored some of Starscream’s eroded faith in him. I could imagine Starscream going through another period of loyalty to Megatron after this, although it probably wouldn’t be as strong as his initial loyalty, and their relationship would be tainted from that point on by Starscream’s betrayal. I bet their relationship would have gone through a number of such phases of Starscream warming back up to Megatron to some extent before souring to him again and trying to get rid of him, but with an overall downwards trend as their relationship for the most part deteriorated. In fact, we kind of saw another instance of this at the end of All Hail Megatron, if I recall, with Starscream saving Megatron’s life shortly after he had attempted a coup.

Also Scorponok noted that Megatron had apparently kept Starscream at arm’s length (something Starscream puts down to Megatron not having much trust for politicians, an explanation that makes a lot more sense now that we know Starscream used to be a senator even before the Decepticons), but this seems like a kinda odd thing to say given that Megatron apparently made Starscream his SiC, trusted him with a number of important duties, and had him alone by his side several times. If Starscream’s early passionate fixation on Megatron hadn’t just been for show, then maybe he wanted to be emotionally close to him as well (not necessarily in a romantic way if that’s what you assume I mean…although also maybe that) but Megatron kept his distance in that respect. If that were so, I wonder if that could have been a contributing factor towards Starscream’s attitude towards Megatron going sour.

Meanwhile poor Optimus Prime has been contending with Dai Atlas’s bitching, and to be fair I guess he kinda has a point; Cybertron was a bit of a shitshow so perhaps packing up and leaving was a reasonable thing to do. On the other hand, if your solution to all your problems is to pack up and run off to someplace else and start over, you’re never going to achieve much. The vision of unity that The Matrix granted Optimus when they bonded makes him pretty insistent that Cybertronians ought to all stick together. I imagine that Optimus would have felt that Cybertronians leaving the planet and scattering would have also amounted to them abandoning each other, and he didn’t want to leave anyone behind, as illustrated by his refusal to give up on the Dynobots and their monstrous predicament.

Optimus does however wonder if he’s just jealous of all the people leaving Cybertron’s problems behind while he’s stuck there dealing with it all, which is really sad because that’s pretty much the same sort of sentiment of frustration with his position of responsibility that he expresses 4 million years later in The Death of Optimus Prime. So Optimus was done with the position of Prime from more or less the day he got it, and he’s probably been sick of it for the entirety of the 4 million year war. Honestly when the continuity ends I really hope he gets to survive and quit all his responsibilities and go and live somewhere way out of the way of any drama and just like…garden or some shit.

Seems kinda weird that the Dynobots were trying to avoid getting too riled up to stop hulking out into their monstrous alt-modes, but had also been involved with the Decepticons via the gladiatorial death-matches; surely gladiatorial death-matches would be a sure-fire ticket to hulking out. Maybe that’s why they didn’t go through with joining the Decepticons; if death-matches weren’t gonna do it, a revolution just might. On the other hand, given that The Dynobots joined in Optimus’s uprising against Megatron, and that Scorponok pointed out that Grimlock’s “fatal weakness” is compassion, maybe the Dynobots left the Decepticons because they noticed that the movement had got a bit shit. The dynamic between the Dynobots is pretty endearing; they’re like a bickering but incredibly loyal and loving family.

So Trypticon was manufacturing monsters in his innards…doesn’t that kinda make them his babies? Certainly seems to be further evidence that Titans can produce life of their own. Also, what’s the deal with Trypticon and babies? In his first appearance he’s making all these monster babies, then in his more recent appearances he’s adopted a bunch of babies. Is that just IDW Trypticon’s thing? Everyone views him as this horrible, terrifying monster that does nothing but wreck death and destruction, but in actual fact his just wants to have a bunch of babies and see them grow up strong and healthy with pack lunches and name labels on all their stationary.

On a final note, let’s all laugh/cry at the first panel of the series:

[pamphletstoinspire]

Christmas at Greccio

What better way to prepare for the arrival of the Christ Child than to take a brief journey to Greccio, the spot in central Italy where St. Francis of Assisi created the first Christmas crib in the year 1223.

Francis, recalling a visit he had made years before to Bethlehem, resolved to create the manger he had seen there. The ideal spot was a cave in nearby Greccio. He would find a baby (we’re not sure if it was a live infant or the carved image of a baby), hay upon which to lay him, an ox and an ass to stand beside the manger. Word went out to the people of the town. At the appointed time they arrived carrying torches and candles.

One of the friars began celebrating Mass. Francis himself gave the sermon. His biographer, Thomas of Celano, recalls that Francis “stood before the manger…overcome with love and filled with a wonderful happiness…/” For Francis, the simple celebration was meant to recall the hardships Jesus suffered even as an infant, a savior who chose to become poor for our sake, a truly human Jesus.

Tonight, as we pray around the Christmas cribs in our homes, we welcome into our hearts that same Savior.

Comment:

God’s choice to give human beings free will was, from the beginning, a decision to be helpless in human hands. With the birth of Jesus, God made the divine helplessness very clear to us, for a human infant is totally dependent on the loving response of other people. Our natural response to a baby is to open our arms, as Francis did, to the infant of Bethlehem and to the God who made us all.

Saint Francis of Assisi and the First Nativity Scene

Saint Francis of Assisi, the Christmas Manger

Fragments from the book Vita Prima by Thomas of Celano

The supreme aspiration of Francis, his most fervent desire and his highest purpose was to observe in all things and at all times the Holy Gospel and to follow the doctrine of our Lord Jesus Christ in all steps with the utmost attention, with all care, with all the yearning of his mind, with all the fervor of his heart. In assiduous meditation he remembered His words and with a most sharp consideration he reviewed His works. He had so present, in his memory, the humility of the Incarnation and the charity of His Passion that it was difficult for him to think about anything else.

Worthy of remembrance and celebration with pious memory, Francis did so before his glorious death, near Greccio, on the day of the Nativity of our Lord Jesus Christ. In that place lived a certain man by the name of John, of good reputation and an even better life, whom blessed Francis loved with a singular love, for in the place where he lived he held a noble and honorable position in as much as he despised the nobility of his blood and aspired to the nobility of spirit.

Blessed Francis sent for this man, as he often did, about fifteen days before the birth of the Lord, and he said to him: "If you want us to celebrate this festivity of the Lord at Greccio, go with haste there and promptly prepare what I am going to tell you. I wish to celebrate the memory of the Child who was born in Bethlehem and I want to contemplate, in some way, with my own eyes, what he suffered in his dis-capacity as a child, how he was reclined on the manger and later was placed on hay between the ox and the donkey. Upon hearing this, the good and loyal man, ran in haste and prepared the place that the Lord had indicated.

The day arrives, a day of joy and exultation. Brothers were called from their various places. Men and women of that neighborhood, overflowing with joy, prepared, according to their means, candles and torches to light up that night that, with its sparkling star, lit up all the days and years.

At last, the Saint of God arrived and, seeing that all things were properly placed, he contemplated them and was overjoyed. The manger is prepared, the hay is brought in, and the ox and ass are led in. There simplicity receives honor, poverty is exalted, humility is valued, and Greccio is converted into a new Bethlehem.

The night is resplendent like the day; a pleasant night for both men and animals. The people come and, before the new mystery, they savor new delights. The forest resounds with voices and the rocks respond to the hymns of joy. The brothers sing the praises of the Lord and the whole night passes with songs of happiness. The Saint of God is standing before the manger, overflowing with sighs, filled with overwhelming piety, melting in ineffable bliss. The solemn rite of the Mass is celebrated over the manger and the priest enjoys a most singular consolation.

The Saint of God is clothed with the vestments of the deacon, for he was one, and with a most sonorous voice he sings the Holy Gospel. His strong and sweet voice, his voice clear and with good timbre, invites all to the supreme rewards. Later he preaches to the people attending, and as much as when he speaks of the nativity of the poor King as well as the small village of Bethlehem, he expresses words that are felt as honey. Many times, when wanting to mention Christ Jesus, aflame with love, he calls Him "Child of Bethlehem" and pronounces it as "Bethlehem", like a sheep that is bleating, and his mouth is full of a resounding voice; and even more so of a most tender affection. When he would call Him "Child of Bethlehem" or "Jesus" he spoke as if he was tasting and savoring with his palate the very sweetness of these words.

The gifts of the Almighty are multiplied there; a virtuous man has an admirable vision. There was a child that, studiously absorbed, was reclined over the manger; the saint of God approaches and awakes him from what was like a deep somnolence. This vision does not lack sense, since the Child Jesus, buried by the forgetfulness of the hearts of many, resuscitated by His grace, through his servant Francis; and his image remained imprinted in those hearts in love. Having ended the solemn vigil, all returned to their homes filled with abundant happiness.

The hay placed in the manger is preserved so that, just like the Lord multiplied his Holy mercy, through Him donkeys and other animals would be cured. And this is what happened: many animals from the surrounding region that suffered diverse illnesses, by eating this hay, were cured. Moreover, women with long and painful labors, gave birth happily once a little of this hay was placed over them. And the same happened with persons of both sexes: with that hay, they obtained their cure from diverse afflictions.

The place of the manger was later consecrated in the temple of the Lord: in honor of the most blessed father Francis, over the manger was built an altar and a Church was dedicated so that, where in another time the animals fed from the fodder of hay, there men would continuously eat, for the health of their souls and body, the flesh of the Immaculate and uncontaminated Lamb, Jesus Christ, Our Lord, who gave Himself to us with the highest and ineffable love, and Who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit and is God, eternally glorious, for ever and ever. Amen. Alleluia, Alleluia.

(Here ends the first book about the life and acts of Blessed Saint Francis.)

Translated from the Spanish version of the work Vita Prima by Thomas of Celano; Franciscan Province of the Holy Evangelium of Mexico.

The Chapel of the Nativity Scene, which was dug into the rock. The heart of the Sanctuary is the small Chapel of the Nativity built in the grotto that according to local tradition is where Francis arranged the Nativity of Christ. A rock under the altar indicates the place where Christ’s image was placed in the manger. Above the altar a 15th century fresco depicts the Nativity. The Virgin Mary is depicted in the intimate gesture of breastfeeding the Child in the presence of Saint Joseph. On the left there is a scene representing Francis’ gift of the Nativity to Greccio. It shows Francis wearing the dalmatic of a deacon kneeling in front of the infant Jesus. Behind him the people of Greccio witness the miracle.

Exhibition of miniature nativity scenes, winter 2004-05

Prayer to Bless the Family Manger

Oh God, Celestial Holy Father,

who has loved mankind so much,

that you sent them Your

Only-begotten Son,

born from You before all ages.

Deign to bless this Manger,

that will be the joy

of this Christian family.

May these images of the mystery

of the Incarnation

sustain the faith of its parents

and grownups,

reawaken the hope of the children

and increase love, in all.

We ask you all this through Jesus,

Your most beloved Son,

Who has saved us with His death

and Resurrection,

and who incessantly pleads for us

before You. Amen.

[autumnandhotchocolate]

OMG THIS SECOND PART WAS SO GOOD WOAH SO MUCH HAPPENED- first of all makki bullying teasing oikawa Is so funny, I swear he was a tyrant and now suddenly he’s cute and funny and seems like the good guy👁👄👁 like wot- I mean he’s most definitely better than bokuto I guess, AND IWAIZUMI IS SO SEXC I LOVED EVERY PART WITH HIM IN IT💕💕💕💕💕💕 but damn he’s so loyal to oikawa, the dedication damn ok. And when oikawa was like ‘I’d rather have your blood staining my garments and splattered on my dish than have anyone have a glance of your skin, my darling’ ❤��😳❤️ Ok👉👈 that’s hawt, though he didn’t have any qualms with sharing us with iwa so why’s he lying🤬🤬🤬

And lmfao oikawa telling makki he can’t have any cream puffs💀 their dynamic is so cute, I love it whenever people make fun of stinkykawa.

‘but his hand on his sword said he was ready to move had Oikawa’s screams joined yours’ woah he’s so dedicated to oikawa👁👁

and ugh they still put chains on us ): so mean and lmaoooo iwa telling is that oikawa is usually crying over girls skdjsksksksk

‘You make me sound like a tyrant! I’m a good king! [Y/N], am I a good king?’ IS HE SERIOUSLY ASKING US THAT???!!!!

‘Oikawa seems to notice you’ve stopped eating, ignoring the remarks from his court as he scoots his chair back. The action has you turning to him, only to have your body moving into his lap as you squeak. Your noises have attention on you as Oikawa cages you in his arms. “You need to eat, you know‘— AKDJSKSKSJSKS THIS PART WAS VERY CUTE🥺 wanna sit in oikawa’s lap👉👈

‘Lies. Your stomach is growling,” he puts potatoes on his spoon and holds it up. “Say ‘ah’.

“I’m not a—” he shoves the spoon in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as his hand holds over your mouth. If you had an ounce of common sense, you’d swallow and not spit. Risking a beating or worse over eating isn’t worth it’

LMAO PLZ THIS WAS CUTEEEE ZKZKSKXK

‘Good girl, look at you,” he coos, giving you another spoonful. “Eating so much,”— WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE WE’RE A BABY💀 BUT I LIKE IT👉👈

‘He got weirder,” Hanamaki chimes in’— makki’s not wrong lmao

‘Makki, hush. She’s enjoying it, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, simply looking at him. “That look says yes,”

“Actually, how-” he cuts you off with more food in your mouth. He seems so happy, stuffing your face with food. It’s almost the only thing you’re focusing on, had it not been for the chains and the men talking around you’ THE WAY I KEPT REREADING THIS PART SKSJSJSJS UGH OIKAWA IS SO CUTE AND ANNOYING

‘Matsukawa’s voice, once more, catches your attention. “Wish that was you, huh? Need someone taking care of our big, strong captain?” He makes a heart with his fingers, with Hanamaki doing the same beside him.

“As if. If anything, Oikawa needs to be fed properly because he’s always off doing something weird,” Iwaizumi retorts. His eyes occasionally glance at the two of you, his eyes catching yours.’ —😳👉👈 damn are we gonna get some iwaoi x reader action?😫

‘Oh yeah, earlier Oikawa was fixing his hair in the mirror before going down to the dungeons. Making strange poses, like this,” Hanamaki tries to demonstrate, puckering his lips and winking while pointing at you. You giggle at his pose, although Oikawa seems to be fuming. “Or like this,” he winks and holds up a peace sign, putting the other hand on his hip. “It’s quite disturbing, actually.” LMAO PLZ OF COURSE OIKAWA WOULD SKSJSKSKS

‘Iwaizumi sports a small smile, but he hides it by chewing on his food’ LET US SEE THAT PRETTY SMILE IWA🤬🤬🤬

and wow we actually started getting along with oikawa and venting to each other😳 romantic💕💕💕

and wow oikawa really said some facts about bokuto, I didn’t expect bokuto to be a bigger tyrant than oikawa. But I’m still suspicious of oikawa👁👁 BUT WHEN HE ASKED US TO TAKE HIS HAND OMGGGG😳😳😳 WE’RE GOING TO MARRY HIM AND BE HIS QUEEN???!!! Wow🥺💕

and wow this time he actually asks permission before having sex with us😦😦😦

‘I’m a respectful man! I wouldn’t look at a lady and my future queen with such indecency,” he says, only go and try to wake up Oikawa with closed eyes.’ — LMAO MAKKI IS HILARIOUS PLZ I LOVE HIM

And then the banquet, omg we were actually going to be face to face with bokuto, is oikawa just trying to taunt bokuto cause he knows we’re on his side now

‘Oikawa, shouldn’t you focus on expanding territory or a political gain over love?” Ushijima interjects. His booming voice startles his queen, which prompts him to lay his hand on her head and apologise’— ushi x yachi is actually very cute, aw he cares about her

‘The point is, I’ll marry who I want to marry and I chose to marry this woman. She will be my bride and give me an heir. That is final.’ 🥺💕

AND NO NOT BOKUTO FINDING US ALONE NOOOOO

As The Sun Sets

King!Oikawa x assassin!prisonser!reader

Warnings — implied noncon, implied smut, trauma and traumatic pasts, Bokuto’s back, Kuroo x Alisa ship, Ushijima x Yachi ship, chains, collar, leash, not pet play, I wrote this and haven’t looked over it since I wrote it so read at your own risk, implied past abuse, alcohol (champagne), arguments, cheating.. kind of

The loud noises around you never stopped; the switching of guards at every 6th hour, the occasional thief thrown into a cell near you and leaving within the same day after Kyōtani disciplined them, it never stopped. Each and every day, you’d sit down in the cell and wish Oikawa would instead cut off your arms and legs instead of his harsh touches and never ending conversation. Time had passed to the point, you weren’t sure if your own kingdom was waiting for your arrival back home, perhaps Bokuto actually spent time with his own queen.

Your thoughts were cut off by the familiar click of heels on the marble stairs. The time of arrival of Oikawa was sooner than expected, your dead eyes looking up to meet his bright and cheery ones. “How’s my favorite captive?”

“You seem awfully chipper. Is it time for my daily lashings?”

“Someone’s masochistic,” he shoots back, his grin turning to a smirk, before it washes off. “No lashings tonight.. if you’re good. I have a special dinner planned and you’ll be accompanying me as a plus one. It’s just me and my court, no one special,” he’s cut off by Hanamaki slapping his shoulder. “Okay, mostly nobody special. Just a dinner and then we can explore the castle. If you’re bad, however,”

“I’m sure Iwaizumi and Hanamaki would have me dead before I dared to lay a hand upon your precious skin,” you quickly reply. Oikawa seems to smile at that, enjoying your awareness of the situation. “That or I’ll be forced back into my place with an audience, which is it?”

“I’d rather have your blood staining my garments and splattered on my dish than have anyone have a glance of your skin, my darling,”

“That’s gross,” Hanamaki cuts in. Oikawa gives him a look, but he just shrugs. “I’m sorry, but you’re kind of weird. Do I need Iwaizumi to smack some sense into your head?”

“Can he even handle a smack from Iwaizumi? That guys had biceps the size of my head,” you interject, reveling in the pout on Oikawa’s face.

“If he holds back, yeah Oikawa can handle it. Then again—”

“Both of you, quit it! Formal invitation to a dinner with me, I’ll pick you up before the dinner. And Makki,”

“Yes, my king?”

“No cream puffs for you!”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

Oikawa and Hanamaki left right after, but their retreating footsteps made your chest ache. It’s better to be with someone, even if it’s the people you hate, you conclude. Hanamaki makes you laugh occasionally, usually with his quick retorts to Oikawa. Even when Kindaichi comes down, he’s actually talking to you when he delivers your food. Kunimi disapproves of it, but he doesn’t do anything. Kyōtani and Yahaba are still distant, but that’s expected when they have a stick up their asses. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi are hardly down here, but Iwaizumi is usually accompanying Oikawa for his late night activities. He never looks at you, turning to stare at the other side of the dungeon or leaving the dungeon completely while you suffer. Although he left the dungeons in the beginning, now he mostly stayed back to stare at the wall.

You wonder if it’s because his moral compass wants to help you. Oikawa invited him to join, but it was quickly turned down, claiming there was no joy in torturing prisoners more than necessary. Although he was always there and never talked to you, he was close to Oikawa. He didn’t stay down in the cells to hear your screams, but his hand on his sword said he was ready to move had Oikawa’s screams joined yours. Your restraints prevented your hands from doing damage, but he’s well aware your legs and mouth are able to do a bit of damage.

Laying in the cell, you watched as the guards switched. Kunimi and Yahaba were switched to Kindaichi and Kyōtani, complete opposites. Kyōtani was more animalistic than you originally thought, going off instincts first and he had sensitive hearing, eyes glancing to your form whenever you shifted. Kindaichi was there to make sure Kyōtani didn’t do anything he’d regret, that’s all. But you wouldn’t make any unnecessary movements.

Though the wait eats you up inside.

It is what feel like hours before the Oikawa comes down, the sun lowering itself in the sky as orange rays lay across your face. Oikawa clears his throat, disturbing your peaceful nap. “Time to get dressed. Hope you can walk.” Two handmaidens enter the cell, one holding a gorgeous aqua blue dress and the other holding silver accessories. Hanamaki is down there with him, ready to attack should you make a move. The diamond shackles come off, you releasing a sigh once your wrists are freed from the heavy confines.

Oikawa doesn’t seem scared, even as he stands beside you while his handmaidens strip you and dress you up. Your wrists ache and your legs are unstable, finding the lack of shoes to be a blessing in this state. The blue gown is not too elegant, but it’s strange to be in such a formal gown when your position in the kingdom is below a commoner. Silver accents line the bodice and litter the skirt, with some being simple sparkles while others shape into different flowers. Fabric is simple, mostly tulle as it feels lightweight and easy for your weakened body to handle. Oikawa himself places the remaining silver accessories to complete the outfit — the chains. Shackles are clasped to your wrists, leading to a silver collar that is secured into place. There’s another chain leading from the collar, but the end of it is a sapphire gem, secured in a diamond crystal. Extravagant and unnecessary, but Oikawa drops the crystal and you fall down with it, unable to hold your body weight up.

“Fantastic, everything’s in order,” he says. You growl as you try to get up, but the crystal keeps you from going too far. Oikawa picks it up and gently ushers you out of the cell, dismissing the handmaidens. He walks beside you, making sure you’re able to walk comfortably, with Hanamaki trailing behind. Supporting your weight as he guides you up the stairs and lets you go at your own pace. The cold marble on your bare feet is almost burning, but the ache in your legs is from not using them for so long. The chains don’t help, adding weight to your body while Oikawa holds the end of the metal leash in his hand. It’s a struggle to get up the stairs.

Making it above the dungeons, you’re practically hissing at the brightly lit corridor. Every nook and cranny is well lit, with soldiers standing guard few in between. One soldier gets your attention, however, who has a familiar frown you’re usually only blessed to see under glimmering crystal light. Iwaizumi comes over and nods, sending Hanamaki away and down the corridor, leaving the three of you alone. “I’m sure you remember Iwa-chan,”

“Yeah, he’s always down with you. I remember him,”

“Well, this time, you’re seeing him in a new light. He’s my guard and my best friend, so enjoy the new side of him while you can,” Oikawa speaks as if he’s talking to an old friend, waving his hands around as he leads you down the corridor. The aqua colored curtains and silver items seem to bring more light into the castle than before, even as the sun takes its final breath over the horizon and plunges the world into darkness. “You should take this opportunity to ask questions, my dear,”

“Iwaizumi, will you kill me?”

“Not unless Oikawa commands it,” he’s quick to reply, as if he was expecting it. You sigh and shrug.

“Okay, fair. Why do you stick with Oikawa?”

“We grew up together. Our fathers were friends, so it was only common sense for us to be so close. I’ve seen him in every kind of situation you can imagine. He’s usually crying over a girl, though,”

“Iwa-chan! You can’t be mean to me when we have a guest!” Oikawa immediately whines, covering your ears as if you can’t hear them still. “I’m the king, I don’t cry!”

“No offense, my Lord, but you cried when you tried to drink coffee in front of Lady Kiyoko, only to then sputter and cough because it was too bitter. She downed hers black and you requested hot chocolate. With extra milk.”

“Iwa-chan!”

“Oh, we starting early?” Another familiar voice spoke. Oikawa’s hands fell from your ears and you looked at Matsukawa. He’s as tall and imposing as the day he caught you running from the throne room. “Nice to see you’re still thriving. How are you?”

“I’d be better if I wasn’t caught by a horse,” you smirk, moving to cross your arms when the chains clink and stop you. “Suffering by the hands of your king, but still alive,”

“I’m sorry, but that’s a precaution,” he finishes, patting your cheek before turning to Oikawa. You have half a mind to try and punch him but Iwaizumi’s hand falls on your shoulder. “Everyone else is seated, my Lord. Is there anything you request?”

“Have Watari sitting next to [Y/N]. She should be close to someone nice,” Oikawa commands. The doors open after he speaks, Matsukawa holding the door open as he urges the group inside. Oikawa tugs you forward, with Iwaizumi following right behind you. Watari stands from his chair, bowing to you in a brisk meeting before pulling out your chair.

“Oh, thank you, Watari,” you bow to him. Oikawa seems to have his eyes fixated on you as you settle into the table. Looking around, you seem to notice how everyone seems stunned by your arrival, but their eyes seem to be trailed to the chains and collar.

Oikawa settles down next to you, clearing his throat. Holding up his glass, full of a shimmering golden liquid, he encourages everyone to do the same. The chains clink together, but you manage a weak hold on the glass, getting Oikawa to smile. “Tonight, let us toast to those who have lost their lives and those who have joined us. With that, we shall discuss the topic of the evening: the impending threat from Nekoma and Fukurōdani.”

“Eh?” You squeak out, drowned out in the cheers from the men around you. Oikawa gently clinks his glass against yours, putting your hand down after. You lean closer to him to whisper in his ear, “should I leave? This shouldn’t involve me,”

“Oh, don’t worry. Any news spoken of will never reach their walls. You’re stuck with me,” he chirps, patting your head before turning to Iwaizumi. “Any updates, Captain?”

“A group of ten went into the forest and only two came back. They’re being treated for trauma, but they won’t speak of much besides the ‘monsters in the forest’ and ‘they’re gonna die soon’, so we don’t have much.”

“I didn’t know Oikawa’s face was in the Dark Forest. Guess Lady Kiyoko showed it around town,” Matsukawa snickers at Hanamaki’s comment, who is grinning at a glaring Oikawa. “Speaking the truth, my liege,”

“We should decree a law where you don’t say the truth unless asked, Makki. You’re much to comfortable with loose lips,”

“Well, then who’s going to tell you you’re being weird or annoying? Matsukawa, would you?” He turns to the man sitting next to him, who has a large piece of meat stuffed in his mouth. He bites down and drops it, in a rather inelegant manner.

“I could never come up with good things like you. How ever would the castle live in Oikawa was unrestrained in his rule, never to be stopped?” He dramatically sighs, an eye opened to glance at a fuming Oikawa.

“You make me sound like a tyrant! I’m a good king! [Y/N], am I a good king?” With eyes on you, you pause in your eating of the mashed potatoes. Looking at him with no emotion whatsoever, you reply.

“You tie me up and force me in chains. Do you really want my opinion? If you’re looking to a prisoner to be on your side, I have a feeling you’re below a-” yet you stop, seeing Iwaizumi’s eyes boring into yours. “Below a tyrant, but not quite the kings I’ve come across.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he nods, sitting back down. “Anyways, Nekoma and Fukurōdani will be hard pressed to reach if we can’t bypass the Dark Forest,”

“Kuroo and Bokuto.. they’re strong, but are they smart enough to know we’re infiltrating?” Yahaba asks, downing the last of his champagne.

“We could ask Ushiwaka,” Matsukawa suggests, but it’s quickly overruled by Oikawa’s firm ‘no’. “With all due respect, you’re allies with Shiratorizawa. Use it to your advantage?”

“Ushiwaka bested Oikawa’s army and they signed a treaty to be allies so Aoba Johsai wouldn’t fall,” Kunimi interjects. “Why would Oikawa-sama want to call on him for help?”

“Because we keep losing soldiers? Let’s have the Shiratorizawa soldiers die at the hands of forest ‘monsters’ instead of our own,” Matsukawa said as if it was obvious. The talk of the allegiance between the kingdoms was good news. News you could take and run with. Not only that, Oikawa confirmed that he is looking to go to Fukurōdani and is going into the Dark Forest. This is vital information.

Now only if you could leave.

The bitterness of those words evaporates your appetite, you setting your cutlery down as you stare at the unfinished food. It’s the first real food you’ve gotten since coming here, yet you no longer want it. Oikawa seems to notice you’ve stopped eating, ignoring the remarks from his court as he scoots his chair back. The action has you turning to him, only to have your body moving into his lap as you squeak. Your noises have attention on you as Oikawa cages you in his arms. “You need to eat, you know,”

“I’m.. I’m not hungry,”

“Lies. Your stomach is growling,” he puts potatoes on his spoon and holds it up. “Say ‘ah’.”

“I’m not a—” he shoves the spoon in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as his hand holds over your mouth. If you had an ounce of common sense, you’d swallow and not spit. Risking a beating or worse over eating isn’t worth it.

“Good girl, look at you,” he coos, giving you another spoonful. “Eating so much,”

“He got weirder,” Hanamaki chimes in. “Remember you have an audience, Oikawa,”

“Makki, hush. She’s enjoying it, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, simply looking at him. “That look says yes,”

“Actually, how-” he cuts you off with more food in your mouth. He seems so happy, stuffing your face with food. It’s almost the only thing you’re focusing on, had it not been for the chains and the men talking around you.

Matsukawa’s voice, once more, catches your attention. “Wish that was you, huh? Need someone taking care of our big, strong captain?” He makes a heart with his fingers, with Hanamaki doing the same beside him.

“As if. If anything, Oikawa needs to be fed properly because he’s always off doing something weird,” Iwaizumi retorts. His eyes occasionally glance at the two of you, his eyes catching yours.

“Oh yeah, earlier Oikawa was fixing his hair in the mirror before going down to the dungeons. Making strange poses, like this,” Hanamaki tries to demonstrate, puckering his lips and winking while pointing at you. You giggle at his pose, although Oikawa seems to be fuming. “Or like this,” he winks and holds up a peace sign, putting the other hand on his hip. “It’s quite disturbing, actually.”

“Oh, did he do the kissy face?” Matsukawa then winks and blows a kiss to you, who’s now fully laughing at their actions while Oikawa puts his face in your hair.

“I don’t do weird poses! I have to make sure I look elegant and kingly!”

“You act like a woman who’s never seen themself in a mirror, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi interjects. Oikawa then pouts, but you pat his arm. He seems hopeful when you do, but his eyes fall as you grin at him.

“You always look at yourself in the diamond bars, too. You love yourself that much? Narcissistic king,” you snicker. Oikawa’s jaw drops as Hanamaki and Matsukawa start to howl, as if you said the funniest thing ever. Iwaizumi sports a small smile, but he hides it by chewing on his food.

“Well, someone’s comfortable,” Oikawa pouts, but he keeps you on his lap. You’re no longer being fed by his hand, but he does take care to check if you’re still eating.

The dinner is mostly uneventful after that, turning into a mostly political discussion that involves Aoba Johsai’s army and possible future cooperation with Shiratorizawa. Oikawa keeps you secured, perfectly perched on his lap the entire time. Eventually, a guard comes in to interject, telling Iwaizumi that there’s a problem he needs to go oversee. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi leave, with the rest of everyone eventually being dismissed.

Oikawa takes you on a walk of his castle. With no other guards, you find yourself more open to talk and Oikawa opens more to you, encouraging your own tale in exchange for his. He takes you to his throne room, the place you two technically first met. He tells you about his father, how he brought him into the throne room for the first time to watch a petty thief beg for his life. A horrible story, one that makes you feel like you have to give him another story of your own. Torn between telling him your secrets and telling him nothing at all, you tell him your parents abandoned you at a young age.

“Both of them?” He asks. You nod, but his eyes show the sorrow you don’t feel. “You’ve been on your own for so long, not even a childhood friend?”

“One. We were close, but things changed as we got older. He.. changed. His mission was to protect and mine was to attack. Opposing sides, yet you’d think our friendship would outweigh that.” The tale is true, but elements are missing. Oikawa doesn’t pry, moving onto another topic. The trail down the corridor is familiar — back to the dungeons.

Oikawa comes and visits you at random times of the day, now. He offers his hand to take a walk around his castle and orders his handmaidens to dress you in some gown of his own choosing. Each walk breaks down more and more walls, soon enough you’re looking forward to talking to someone. Oikawa doesn’t pry more than he needs to, but he does encourage you to vent all you want. He’s there for you and your secrets are sealed behind tightly shut lips.

Your secrets are brisk, hardly showing too much vulnerability and brushing over the kingdom you’re from, or even what king you work for. Oikawa has an idea, but he doesn’t ask for you to go into any details. Oikawa tells you of his father and how he was cruel, saying only those who carried out his orders without questions were loyal. The ripe age of 16 wasn’t kind to Oikawa, having to wake up and find that the captain of the guard had poisoned the king, then himself. Iwaizumi was almost tried for treason, but he had been out on a mission with other soldiers and was pardoned per Oikawa’s request. They grew up together and Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi with his life, even if Iwaizumi shall turn on him one day.

It isn’t until the last walk do you spill the secrets and the names. Aoba Johsai’s garden is gorgeous, with blooming white and blue flowers, white marble fountains that hosts swans and other living creatures, frolicking in the crystal clear water. Oikawa makes it unbelievably awkward, with his constant closeness as he journeys with you around his garden. He brings up that his mother was beheaded before his eyes and his father told him that women are only meant for childbearing and are cruel creatures, only because she didn’t love his father. Oikawa has no Queen because he focused on growing and securing his kingdom, yet now he is expected to marry and have an heir by the end of the month. It isn’t harsh, it shouldn’t have broken you, but him settling on a bench in front of a red rose bush and crying has your walls shattering like glass.

“It was my mother’s favorite flower. That’s why I made so many blue and white flower bushes. This was the last thing she gave to me,” he had said, through his sobs. It was heartbreaking to see a prideful man cry in front of you, so you hugged him and told him the truth.

Your mission was to kill him under King Bokuto’s orders, sent as his personal assassin. You’re under his rule because you failed a previous mission. Finding comfort in Oikawa’s tragic past, finding it to be something nobody should carry alone, you console him. An assassin and a royal mistress for Bokuto, you abide by each one of his orders lest you find your own blade turned on you. Oikawa turns to hug you, letting you cry into his own chest and just sit in the garden, under the setting sun, ranting about anything and everything.

“Bottling things up isn’t good, you know. That’s why I have Iwa-chan. He seems mean, but he’s never once attempted to hurt me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Bokuto seems like a tyrant,”

“He’s a good guy, he’s just... he’s the best warrior in the kingdom and prides himself on being the best king to live. He used to be cruel and merciless, but he has his moments. He can be soft and has his down moments, he just hides them behind closed doors. He was cruel to me, but he’s changed,” you try to reason, but Oikawa looks at you. “Really.”

“What would you get if you killed me? Let me guess, freedom? He would let you go? After you killed the king with security tighter than his? If you managed to kill me, you wouldn’t make it past the entrance of my castle,” the confirmation of accepting a doomed mission is bitter in your mouth. “You’re valuable. Bokuto wouldn’t just let you go like that. He’s not planning to give you freedom,”

“No, that’s— that’s wrong, he promised-”

“But I can offer you salvation. It’s not freedom, you’ll be stuck here, but you’ll be able to be free of Bokuto’s clutches. Will you take my hand?” Oikawa leans back, showing you his hand. Looking st you, you don’t move.

“What.. what is it?”

“Be my queen, [Y/N]. Bokuto can’t reach you if you’re here with me. Can you honestly tell me you want to go back?”

The thing is, you can’t. Taking his gloved hand, he brings you into his embrace and presses his lips to yours. For the first time, your hands clutch his shirt and you kiss him back.

It’s only a promise in the garden, yet the next morning, you find yourself in Oikawa’s bed, laying next to the naked king. It’s a strange thing to wake up to, but Hanamaki is entering the room shortly, quickly covering his eyes. “I saw nothing,”

“Hanamaki, not to be rude but, you’ve seen me change like 20 times. Why the hell are you turning away?”

“I’m a respectful man! I wouldn’t look at a lady and my future queen with such indecency,” he says, only go and try to wake up Oikawa with closed eyes. His words stun you, having the previous night really settle in and Oikawa actually asking for your permission before indulging in your body. Then the questions pops into your head, remembering Oikawa’s offer. A look at your hands — chains are gone and a silver ring with sapphire is on your finger. That settles that dilemma.

“I’m up, I’m up! What is it?!” Oikawa shouts, popping up from his cocoon. Hanamaki sighs, eyes still closed.

“I know you had a busy night, seeing as we could hear you, but you have responsibilities. Tonight is the banquet with the other kings. News of you getting a queen spread like wildfire, so they’ll probably want to deal with that before anything else,” Hanamaki explains. Then he points in your direction, though it’s at the wall. “And you need to be ready for their onslaught of questions. These kings prefer political marriages over marriages of love, so you need to know how to defend yourself.”

“No need. They wouldn’t dare ask her any questions if I’m taking care of them. I’ll be down shortly, let me dress.” Hanamaki bows and leaves, letting you heave a sigh as the door clicks shut. “Don’t worry, my dear. Bokuto won’t be able to lay a finger on you.”

“Bokuto’s going to be there?! He probably thinks I’m dead, Oikawa!” You panic, getting out of the bed to dress yourself. “I can’t— Kaori will be there too, yes? I can’t do that,”

“You’re untouchable, completely safe in my arms,” he’s behind you, hugging you close. “I’ll have you seated beside me and put Ushiwaka’s queen next to you. She’s harmless and sweet, you’ll be fine. Bokuto will look, but not touch. Trust me.”

Trust him, you do. As the day passes, you’re thrown into different outfits and putting on heels that make your feet hurt. Your hair is done elegantly, as if you haven’t been living in a dungeon for almost two months. Make up is done to make your face look a bit more lively, compared to the dead inside look you normally have. By the time Oikawa sees you again, it’s time for the dinner. You’re brought to the doors of the dining hall, listening to the chatter from inside. Bokuto’s voice is loud and clear, making your insides churn. But Oikawa is right next to you, smiling and letting your hand rest of his arm. Iwaizumi announces the two of you and lets you both walk in.

Avoiding Bokuto’s eyes, you settle down in the chair, but you feel him staring at you. Kaori has a small gasp that is quickly overlooked, but you’re sure it’s because of you. Ushijima and Kuroo seem to be on edge, but another king you don’t know of seems at ease. Oikawa settles down and clears his throat, requesting the food to be served.

“Oikawa, what is this?” Bokuto speaks through gritted teeth, yet his eyes are on you. Oikawa grins, holding your hand for him to see. “She doesn’t look like anybody we know about.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Bokuto-san,” Oikawa begins, ready to spin the tale of your meeting together. “We met as she was tending to my garden. She would offer me an ear and listen, then I would listen to her troubles. Soon enough, we were both falling in love. She told me her family is going to have to move soon and I offered her a reason to not leave. Her position is but a commoner, yet I love her as if she was royalty,”

“Oikawa, shouldn’t you focus on expanding territory or a political gain over love?” Ushijima interjects. His booming voice startles his queen, which prompts him to lay his hand on her head and apologize. “If you want love, there are mistresses you can take up,”

“Yeah, Oikawa, love isn’t the reasons we get married. You have options, you know? Some nobody gardener isn’t worth it,” Bokuto’s words cut deep, even if they’re based on the lie spun. Kuroo interjects, before Oikawa can say anything.

“I don’t see a problem. I married my queen for love, so it shouldn’t be a big deal?” He tries to ease the tension, smiling warmly. Bokuto’s quick to create more tension.

“Kuroo, you married Lady Alisa because you expanded your territory to the Northern continent and gained three new ports. Love or not, she came with political advantages,”

“Ushiwaka, didn’t you marry for love, too? Yacchan didn’t have much political gain, the Princess of a kingdom in the southern isles. You got a port and some handful of new citizens, not that great,” Oikawa says, folding his hands and smiling at Ushijima. Yachi mumbles to herself and twiddles her thumbs, but doesn’t do much else. You pay her arm and smile, trying to make her less uncomfortable.

“To be fair, unless you go to another continent, there aren’t any women who can stand up to the challenge of being a queen,” the strange king says, then gestures to his queen. “Mai was given to us as an offering by the previous Dateko tribe,”

“Futakuchi, I don’t think that counts as either political nor romantic reasons for marriage,” Oikawa says, but quickly dismisses it. “The point is, I’ll marry who I want to marry and I chose to marry this woman. She will be my bride and give me an heir. That is final.”

Nobody speaks against him, but the seriousness of the situation has you feel queasy. Leaning over to Oikawa, you tell him you’re not feeling good. “Iwa-chan, take my queen-to-be to her room, she isn’t feeling well,”

“Yes, your majesty,” he bows and helps you out of the chair. Guiding you out of the room, you take a quick glance to Bokuto, seeing him still watching you. It makes you feel even worse. The doors shut behind you and Iwaizumi leans down to whisper to you. “Do I need to walk you to your room or do you need fresh air?”

“Some fresh air, please. I don’t really want to go back,” You mutter. Iwaizumi nods, then gives you directions to the garden. “Thank you, Iwa-chan,”

“Don’t push your buttons,” he growls out, waiting for you to leave before entering the room again. Seeing as you’re mostly alone, you sigh and take in shaky breaths. You’ve never felt so helpless before, unable to do anything or save your pride. Kaori and Bokuto expected you to be dead, not sleeping with Oikawa. But now they— no, he knows. He will find you and use honeyed words to bring you back, but you must be strong.

A throat cleared behind you has you whirling around. Expecting someone you’re familiar with is a given, but you didn’t expect to see Bokuto standing at the entrance. “Hello, my little bird,”

“Go away, Bokuto. I don’t want to deal with you,”

“I told you to kill Oikawa, not sleep with him. Now you’ll be his queen? Do you not want your freedom? Or is this an elaborate plan?” His arms are wide as he moves towards you. You back up, watching his face drop and pout. “Not a plan, is it?”

The lack of care in his words make you think he’s gotten rid of any guards nearby. Deciding your life is better than telling the truth, you lie. “I’ll come back. I got caught my first day, so I need to wait for an opportunity.”

“That’s my girl,” he’s close enough to hug you, pressing your body close against his. “I’ve missed this. You next to me. Me inside of you,”

“That’s vulgar and very gross, sir,” you cringe. He laughs, but it’s short. Then, he’s tilting your head up by your chin. “Boku-” he cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his tongue against your lips. Wanting him to leave you alone as soon as possible, you let him kiss you and bury your fingers into his sleeves. His grip on you tightens, a growl from his throat as he lets his hands brush against your ass. Feeling his intentions go beyond a simple kiss, you retreat and look away so he doesn’t pout. “Not here. Not now. You have to wait.”

“Then I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you to be with me once more and I await the news of King Oikawa’s lifeless body. Remember what I can give you. Oikawa wouldn’t grant you freedom, only I can,” he murmurs the last bit in your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell before leaving. The wind blows as you retreat further into the garden, feeling your cheeks wet with tears.

With only the sun setting as your companion, you find yourself wondering if you made the right choice.