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cvpiidbiites · 8 months ago

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Oc Asks - 2 ໒꒰ྀི ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

CW; Mentions of blood, violence, brief mention of sex, not proof-read </3 my eyes started to sting and get blurry

⊹ When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how much they tried?

˖ Fia; In one of Fia's last years at the orphanages they had to watch someone that grew very close to them slowly lose to their sickness, a sickness we end up learning much more about in later years called Loneliness Syndrome. Fia without realizing that everything they were trying to do wasn't helping them. They dressed up as knights, and princes, and even made outfits for both of them but it was only getting worse for them.

˖ Vesper; On one of his many travels through the universe he stopped at a small world forgotten by the others, trade was his plan but he found himself under a tree with a few kids laying in the grass. He was reading them a simple fairy tail he found on his many travels. The joyed calm looks on their face made the troubles of traveling feel rewarding if it meant they could listen to a simple story. He recalls this memory every time he reads in Robin's room, tears dripping onto the pages as he sits there alone, knowing he wasn't there to save her.

˖ Dúlamán; Dúlamán came back from grabbing extra supply from town she and her lover stopped at. The closer the got to where their boat was parked the more smoke from the sky grew heavier in the dark blue night sky, each step was getting faster than the last as they prayed her sweet honey bee was alive. Their fast walked became running, and from running they threw down everything in her arms and started sprinting. Her lover's ship ablaze in front of her. "Cebe!? Cebe where are you?!" Dúlamán screamed out as she looked around for any sign of her being alive.

˖ Eve; When "she" awoke on the floor of a house she didn't know and a diary in "her" hand and a cup a spilled Sbiten all over "her" and the hardwood floor. Their eyes drift to the book in their hand reading the note left there, in cursive lettering it read "My name is Е́ва Морозов, and my husband is going to kill me." Flipping back through the all diaries they could find in the house, reading them front to back for hours on end. The fiend Arachne took on the name Е́ва/Eve, taking on the life this body had. "Eve" now waited in the living room as her husband walked through the door, as his eyes trailed up he was visibly worried as his hands shakingly reach for his hunting rifle. As he lifted it up to aim at her he keeled over, a red hair woman standing behind him with a sickly calm smile as Eve ran over and kneeled down trying to save him.

˖ Ambrose; Eir lost their home to the IPC, something they tried hard to help, something they went door to door collecting money to help fund to keep the world form being destroyed. Ambrose went out of their way to start traveling around the comics to sell things they found. On one unfortunate day in the The Xianzhou Luofu after a rather large business deal, Ambrose relaxed in a small cafe for a few moments figuring out their next planet to visit only to hear from some passerbys that a small planet was blown up, the description bone chillingly close to Ambrose's. Ee stood up too fast and collapse on the floor.

⊹ How much death and/or destruction have they wrought?

˖ Lucrezia; During her younger days as a nurse in training a few prisoners were lost by her hands. It eats at her every now and then, being another reason to why she drinks.

˖ Eternal; I would like to think she would cause a lot more death and destruction if she had more knowledge about the family, however for now the only death and destruction she causes are the monsters that inhabit the dreamscape. Oh, and that one guy that tried to get a little too,, handsy with her after a show.

˖ Silviu; A lot more than they would like to admit, the thought of the number rising makes her sick to his stomach.

˖ Dúlamán; Enough to be wanted in serval cities and kingdoms, anything to be the greatest pirate of the Star Seas.

˖ Passion; None and she would like to keep it that way.

⊹ Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

˖ Meringue; Love likes to see herself as a peaceful Aeon, however she was told by the ones who raised her that she was quite violent in her past life. With this knowledge they go out of her way to make sure love doesn't do anything to cause her people suffering.

˖ Eternal; If you truly matter to her she would go out of her way to prevent unnecessary suffering. If you are someone they hardly know or care about she much rather be a simple bystander and watch what happens, only stepping in to boost her reputation around the hotel or if it caused threat to someone she cared about.

˖ Eve; To her all suffering is unnecessary but they way she goes about "fixing" the problem is much different than what you think. She believes that a suffering person will be reborn in a better situation. No matter how small the suffering is Eve's answer to the problem would be a mercy kill.

⊹ How do they feel about sparing women and children if given the choice? Do they value certain lives over others?

˖ Morix; A true southern man who would lay down his life for children and women to be safe. Truly wishes to save all lives if he could. Values lives of those who need help over others regardless of gender but is more soft towards women from growing up in a household full of them.

˖ Ambrose; Can spare a child easily but had far too many run ins with evil women to cause them to be very hesitant with sparing women based on their gender. Does not value one life over another but will try to make sure those who are less fortunate get to safety first.

˖ Silviu; Believes more in sparing children then adults of any gender. Does not fully value any certain lives over others but leans more towards children since they can still grow and change while adults.

˖ Valentines; Women and children first in her heart, sparing them without a second thought. Values both of their lives over men because the thought of a child or mother dying would eat her up from the inside.

⊹ What's their pain tolerance?

˖ Eternal; Physically high pain tolerance and high emotional.

˖ Vesper; Physically decent pain tolerance but low emotional.

˖ Morix; Physically decent pain tolerance but high emotional.

˖ Ambrose; Physically high pain tolerance but low emotional.

⊹ Do they feel glee at the sight of blood?

˖ Silviu; She hates the idea of how her eyes light up, how they lean closer to the one injured. Silviu doesn't feel glee but more a yearning for it. He hates how hazy her eyes look when there's a pool of blood near her. Hunger pains and a dizzy feeling in their head is all they can manage to feel, but never glee. Despite wanting blood it never truly made her happy, voice in his head of his past love ones screaming "monster" over and over again as they crawl closer to the blood.

˖ Dúlamán; Sees it as a stepping stone towards their goal, the more bodies that pile up the less competition there it.

˖ Eve; A true "The red means I love you" woman. She does feel glee when she sees blood, it fills her with joy watching a mess happen convince this is helping them.

˖ Maple; Is quite squeamish! Hates the sight of blood and only gets through seeing it on herself is knowing bun gets to put a colorful band aid on it.

⊹ What do they regret the most?

˖ Morix; Not taking the chance to leave town when he had it. Morix gave up on a opportunity to play in a big city far out but turned it down to help his mother get better and pay rent. He knows its for the best but it still eats him up at night, thinking how it could of been his big break and how he could've sent money home to help them pay rent and upgrade the barn and house, enough so they didn't have to scrape by to survive.

˖ Fia; Leaving without a final goodbye letter when they die, many things they wished to say but feared they didn't have enough time. Like a cat knowing they aren't getting better they did the only thing they could in their eyes, run and hide like a coward till they passed. They wished was to see everyone one last time but they regretted not having that final goodbye dinner.

˖ Passion; An argument that wedge between her and her sibling's relationship. Raising your younger sibling is no easy job but not having your own shoulder to lean on when you're supposed to keep up the perfect act is what caused her to blow up.

˖ Dra; Never telling Passion that they forgive her for the fight, but instead just staying out even more. Dra would get into more reckless acts like skating down hills that were too steep, running across thin ice with her friends, or even the time he and his friends snuck into the observatory during curfew.

˖ Willo; being reckless with her own body in the fight against the kishin, going out of her way to protect others who could easily defend themselves, even her own Meister who Willo willing came out of her weapon form to push her out of the way for Willo could take the blow.

⊹ Do they have the ability to love?

˖ Dra; The only one on this list who can love easily, a simple happy kid with a big heart to give to everyone.

˖ Eve; She believes she is able to love but it is simply a concept she tricked herself in believing she can do. Eve in her core is still just a fiend trying to survive.

˖ Moonstone; Love is an extremely hard thing for them to learn, they're mentor is Jade of all people. If given the chance they had a new profession and had people surrounded by them willing to teach him the concept of loving someone, they would be able to. Loving Moonstone and being loved by them is a extremely slow process that you have to be willing to put in the work to achieve.

˖ Cebe; Love? No never, its not in her to love someone or something. obsess with? Absolutely. She knowns nothing but devotion to her queen and giving out fake love to a certain sea creature to make it easier to bring things back to her queen.

˖ Yenisei; I truthfully don't think Yenisei would ever have the ability to love. Not for a partner, a friend, family, or even a pet. They are nothing but hunger waiting for the next person to come wandering in their woods.

⊹ Do they have empathy? For whom? For what?

˖ Eternal; For Misha and other young people the family has control over, especially if they don't know it. She knew Misha's grandfather before he passed and now she has to watch Misha grow every day wanting to be just like him and go on adventures despite the pain he will have tot suffer, the fears he will have to face.

˖ Silviu; His fellow coworkers. She holds much emotion towards all of them despite the struggle of expressing it to them.

˖ Meringue; Empathy for her people and the suffering hey went through. Love has heard of the pain and suffering she caused in "her past life" before the reincarnation and she's being as sweet as she can be to their people.

˖ Willo; Her Meister. Willo gets so hyper that she doesn't realize how annoying or extra she is till she's laying down at night replaying everything that happened. Her mind wandering around "do they hate me? why am I like this? Why can't I be normal for once" causing her lack of sleep resulting in her being late to waking up and the cycle continues.

⊹ What's their relationship to their body? Self esteem? Self image?

˖ Lucrezia; Luci's self image body wise is fine, she has had a few moments of comparing herself to other but nothing that truly keeps her up at night. Her self esteem to work, to being compared to her brother who seem to be the more favored growing up, to even her partner is where it really plummets. Luci sees herself as second place, the second choice even. Good but you could do better, she knows she's up there in skill and status but not where she wishes to be. She wishes to be seen as equals and not first and second.

˖ Morix; Simple chubby trans cowboy who a would rather die than be seen with any ounce of skin showing.

˖ Eve; Her and this body are two separate things, Eve does not feel anything towards it was it was simply a gift from their rebirth. No true opinions on it or others. A large disconnect when it comes to their self image.

˖ Dra; Its quite hard since it changes day to day but a good 50/50 with their self image. Some days Dra is fine with how they are and how they decorate themself, while other days he compares himself to her sister and how she is so confident in how she looks and acts. Dra's hands are one of their main self imagine problems due to how scuffed up they look from the countless fail tricked they're done. Not only do they look ugly but its also a reminded of how much they are a failure.

⊹ If they could go back in time for 5/10/15 minutes and change something, what would it be?

˖ Fia; If they were able to go back in time as an adult, as a simple bystander they would do anything just to see their mother. To listen to the conversation as to why she left, to see why everything has happened, hell even if it was just 5 minutes just to see their mother and baby them interact. The lost of a mother figure in their life is something that changed them drastically but unknown to them if they were to ever meet Fia would not be the same person as they were today.

˖ Cebe; She would go back before the night of a big heist her and Dúlamán went on, she would only need those few minuets to see where Dúlamán hid the ring, HER ring, when they left. Maybe then she wouldn't have to chase down this sea dweller across the world and be home at her hive to propose to her queen.

˖ Ambrose; Maybe if Ambrose had a few more minuets their planet would still be alive, maybe if they had 15 more minuets they would of been able to scrape more money together and contact the IPC. Too many maybes and no answers, no one to ask and no one to know.

⊹ Are they codependent? Do they have abandonment issues?

˖ Lucrezia; Grew up never leaving her brother's hip but now as an adult she slowly got used to being alone in her office besides the occasionally patients visits and maybe a surprise visit from a special someone. She craves to have someone around her but has gotten too used to being alone so she doesn't see the purpose of asking.

˖ Eve; Codependent on her team/coworkers. Not allowed to be alone or you will hear her sobs and screams haunting you throughout the buildings. After watching "her" husband die in front of her she has extreme abandonment issues. In the most un funny way her scream and sobs sound like ghasts from minecraft but more bone chilling.

˖ Morix; Not codependent at all, not even big abandonment issues. He enjoys his alone time and can deal with being by himself, sure he might get lonely after awhile but he can deal with it till the next time he opens his show at the bar.

˖ Meringue; Extremely codependent, she was raised around many people and continues to live around many people always being watched. If there is a chance she's alone with no eyes on her does she even exist?

⊹ What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

˖ Cebe; Views it as a sacred act to show you devotion and obedience to someone.

˖ Lumi; Views it as a way to show love to someone in another form.

˖ Moonstone; Views it as a way to gain information.

˖ Passion; Views it as a way of creating a family.

⊹ Do they enjoy the taste of blood?

˖ Vesper; Find the metal taste interesting but would never go out of his way to taste it. Doesn't really like the taste but since he doesn't get to taste it often Vesper just finds it interesting.

˖ Silviu; Do they enjoy the taste? Yes. Are they fine with the fact she enjoys it? Absolutely not. It take Silviu a long time, a deep relationship before they ask if they can feed off of you. Someone who will crave it but rather take himself out than ask someone for help in fear she will lose control.

˖ Willo; Hates hates it! Had a bloody nose dripped into their mouth once and gagged so much you thought they were dying on the floor. Sounded like a cat with the worlds worst hairball.

˖ Moonstone; Not so much but the type to use it as lipstick. A hand caressing the person's face before catching some on his finger and slowly pull out their phone, applying it like lipstick before leaving them to bleed out on the floor.

˖ Dra; Does not know what real blood taste like, only the syrup that runs in the bodies of everyone who lives in the world. Enjoys the cherry tasting syrup.

⊹ Do they enjoy the feel of hot blood on their skin?

˖ Lucrezia; Grew to ignore the feeling, after operating on so many bodies she learned to ignore it. It wasn't until she held her dying lover in her arms, blood soaking her shirt and hands as Lucrezia tried to defibrillate her lover with nothing but her vision and her hands. Ever since that night she refused to work again as the head nurse, no longer able to work in the same place let alone stand in there after what happened.

˖ Willo; Hates it so much, when the she had to deal with black and red blood covering her she broke down screaming and sobbing. She's a kid. She's a kid being trained and taught how to be a weapon, do you really think she would enjoy this?

˖ Lumi; Lumi is very conflicted about it. On one hand she finds the idea gross and horrifying, the fear of how it got there is another story. Though the warmth is quite,, soothing? Patching up her lover too and having her blood on them feel very intimate in a way she doesn't know how to explain.

˖ Moonstone; Yes, a lot in fact. Or really that's what they would tell you if they were asked. Moonstone is quite disturbed by the thought of it, rather destroying worlds with a push of a button than by hand.

⊹ Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands? With their teeth?

˖ Fia; Never but if they had to they would not hesitate.

˖ Eternal; No but almost once.

˖ Cebe; Often, in fact she has plans who's the next person will be. Dúlamán being the only person that comes to mind when she thinks of tearing someone up to shred along with anyone who will get in the way of her and what she wants.

˖ Guidance; Would if asked by Guidance's god, anything Guidance's god wants they will get.

˖ Silviu; A few times, in fact it was something the protocol tried to train out of her. A secrete criminal record from when they were a teen was found, it started a week after the First Light happened. Someone close to Silviu found out about her being a radiant and they became quite hostile toward him and her grandmother for hiding Silviu. One thing lead to another and Grandma Vivian is holding Silviu in her chest, gently wiping away his tears and the blood soaked mouth. Soft pleads of forgiveness and promises of never doing it again.

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Sapnap x Karl x Quakity x Y/N ? I just like polyam ships and your Sapnap x Karl x Y/n just made me want more

Ee hee, thanks for the request

Sapnap x karl x reader x quackity (THE PEOPLE ARE ENABLING MEEEE)

trigger warnings: swearing, panic attack

premise: you and your boyfriends are out shopping/ trying to get kicked out of a target when you run into your asshole ex, when he starts to bother you your boys take care of it

(y/n/n)- your nick name

(also we’re pretending covid isn’t a thing)

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“(y/n)! We are gods!”

You turned at Alex’s call, snorting upon seeing he and Karl T posing while standing in the target cart, Nick balanced on the front, also t posing.

You laughed at your boyfriends, quickly taking a picture before Karl started to wobble and fall, “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Yup!” Karl grinned as Alex helped him out of the cart to avoid falling.

You shook your head, quietly putting the picture onto your twitter with the caption, ‘look at these nerds <3′

“You guys are gonna die from idiocy some day.”

“Not when your there to save us.” Nick countered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“If anything they’ll get dragged down with us.” Alex scoffed.

“Tragically,” You muttered, “Did we actually come here to do anything but solicit?”

Karl giggled, “Well I thought we were just terrorizing the people of Target.”

“The only thing we actually needed was more notecards.” Nick reminded helpfully.

You smiled, “At least one of you is useful.”

“Hey!” Alex protested, “We’re useful too!”

“Sometimes.” Karl giggled again.

“Betrayal!” He gasped dramatically as Karl threw his arms around his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, if your useful too then, help me find notecards.”

Alex sighed dramatically, grabbing one your your hands and intertwining your fingers, “If we must.”

Karl grinned, hopping back to sit in the cart, “Lets go then!”

Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something about being ridiculous, before moving to the push the cart, you and Alex moving along beside them.

A half hour later found many random unnecessary but still necessary items piled into the cart around Karl, and note cards had still not been found.

You were hallway through the seasonal section when you sighed, “Alright this is taking too long, I’m going to actually get the note cards, I think they’re just down there, try not to break anything.”

Karl chuckled, “No promises.”

You smiled and headed out of the isle, towards office supplies.

“Well, well, well, (y/n), fancy seeing you here.”

You froze in the middle of grabbing the biggest package of notecards, trying to keep your hand still as you turned, “John,,, uh hi?”

Now, John wasn’t the worst person, no your relationship wasn’t necessarily bad, but towards the end it definitely took a turn for the worse. When you’d first brought up breaking things off he was, less than thrilled, leaving the last few weeks of your relationship a battle field of screaming matches that consisted of little more than his yells.

“It’s been a while.” He smiled.

“Uhh, yeah, it has been.” You began to fidget with your fingers, eyes darting back up the isle towards where you’d left Nick, Alex and Karl.

“Let me guess, still single?” He laughed, “Yeah it would make sense, I’ve only pulled like one person since you.”

You glanced down, “Uhh, no actually.”

John frowned, letting acid drip into his voice, “Oh, I guess the were right when they said you always moved on fast.”

“It- it- it- it’s been a year and a half?” Your attempts to keep your voce steady began to fail, “And, I’ve only been dating one of them for a few months.”

-It was true, Alex had been the last one to join your relationship a few months ago-

His eyes narrowed, “You’re not telling me you’re still on the stupid polyamory thing are you?”

You cleared your throat uncertainly, “um, y- yeah, I have three boyfriends.”

He rolled his eyes, “There's no chance you’d ever fucking pull three people. Hell you barley even managed me.”

Your gaze stayed trained on the tile floor, unspeaking.

“It’s clear you haven’t moved past fucking your way into a relationship.”

You bit your lip, tears welling in your eyes as your breathing quickened, deep down you knew it wasn’t true, as a group you all respected Karl’s asexuality, even once, over some late night conversation of cuddles and lazily traded kisses, going so far as to promise that the relationship would remain entirely romantic if it made him more comfortable, and it had.

Still, there was a nagging in the back of your head, telling you that John was right. There obviously was only one reason they kept you around.

“That really is a shame,” You felt his hand rest on your shoulder, “I know I would stay with you for more than that.”

“Get your fucking hand off of them or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it!”

You were simultaneously relieved and flooded with more anxiety upon hearing Nick’s voice.

“Who are you?” John asked skeptically.

“Their boyfriends, who the fuck are you?” Alex spit.

He laughed, dry and harsh, “So you’re the fucking idols who thought you could get away with dating (y/n), not that I care their very-”

“No, you shut the fuck up!” Nick cut him off before he could say anything else advancing up the isle towards him, “Why the fuck are you bothering them?!”

They continued a back and forth exchange, as you slowly slid down to the floor, nails pressing tightly into your palms, breathing far too fast.

“Hey, hey, (y/n/n), (y/n/n) look at me.”

You opened eyes that you didn’t realize had been screwed shut to see Karl kneeling sitting In front of you, looking worried.

“Can I touch you or no darlin?” He asked softly, almost making you forget the yelling happening only a few feet away.

You bit your lip, quickly shaking your head, the tiny seed of doubt John had planted in your mind starting to grow.

“Okay, that’s fine. Can you breath with me? In for seven, hold for 4 out for 8, yeah?”

After a moment of trying to breath in sync with him, you held out a hand, and understanding Karl took it, moving to pull you into his arms, “In for 7, out for 8, just like me alright?”

You all but melted into his touch, doing your best to breath normally again.

“Get the fuck outta here man!” Alex yelled.

“You’re gonna regret this.” John sneered.

“No,” Nick said firmly, “Your gonna regret messing with our partner if you don’t fucking leave.”

After you heard footsteps hurrying away you felt Alex settle on your other side, “You alright baby?”

“Their starting to breath normally again.” Karl reported, running a hand through your hair.

Nick sat down on Karl’s other side, and you all stayed sat on the floor of the offices supply isle, Alex sending death glares to anyone who tried to ask you to move.

Eventually you sat up, sniffing.

“Who was that?” Nick asked softly.

“My ex.” You murmured.

“Why was he bothering you? What did he say?”

“Stupid stuff,” You muttered, rubbing at your eyes, “C’n we go home now?”

“Of course Darlin.” Karl assured, standing up and turning to help you up.

Later, back at the apartment, after everything had been put away, you all ended up in a cuddle plie on the couch, and that seed of doubt was beginning to shrivel with every pass Nick’s hands made through your hair, every small circle Alex absently traced into your palm and every tiny joke Karl made about the movie playing.

“Guys?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” Alex asked.

“I love you.”

Karl grinned, “We love you too.”

Alex pressed a kiss to your knuckles in understanding and Nick hummed in response.

The tiny seed of doubt was gone.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x reader x quackity #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #poly #teddy06 writes #sapnap x Quackity x Karl x reader

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literallink · 2 years ago

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Not sure if anyone has asked already, but I would love to learn more about your SUPER BIG little linked universe warriors fanfiction. :)

HEEHOOHEEHOO OHOHOHOHO YOUVE DONE IT! YOUVE INDULGED ME! I AM ABSOLUTELY VIBRATING WITH SO MANY IDEAS MWAH I LOVE YOU I AM KISSIM YOU ON THE MOUTH!!/p

n ee ways WAHOOGA this "little" idea started around 1 month ago. Upon finding out that Hyrule Warriors Definitive Edition is NOT canon BOOOOOOOO i have decided that fuck it if hyrule warriors isn't canon ANYTHING is canon. or rather, you can do anything in hyrule warriors and it would be supposedly canon in its own universe.

and that's how my most genius idea began: "Warriors is Hylia's OC Do Not Steal," the series. Wait no come baCK I SWEAR ITS GOOD-

"Warriors is Hylia's OC Do Not Steal" is a series about Warriors being absolutely ANYTHING, mostly due to Hylia's interference. It's like those "Prince Wild" or "Legend is Fable's brother" fics, except those are more noticeable trends while Warriors isn't really worked upon beyond the canon events inside his game. Aside from that really good Storyteller!Warriors fic, amazing Mailman!Warriors series and your local wingfic Warriors is pretty much a dot on the Linked Universe AUs. While yes there are LU aus including the whole chain, it's hard to find a Warriors-centric one that wasn't last year or 2020. So god bless silvercaptain they deserve this mention.

To touch more on the WHODNS series (a working title send help) ill have to explain the series within the series first. Basically, I am going to put Warriors into so many situations and some of them will end up getting me so hyperfixated that I will be forced by my own hand to make a series for it. I actually have a series inside WHODNS in the works right now called "Seventeen," I might make a masterpost about all my ideas sooner or later. You're free to ask for now though!

Seventeen is a Warriors-centric series wherein his connection with the royal family and therefore the Zeldas seem to be more intimate than one would think. And no, not THAT kind of intimate. All ships are the canonwise ones currently and never the main focus of the story.

The Zeldas play a somewhat important role in this story, considering the fact that they're actually joining the chain for their adventure. Why? Connected to the plot I can't say shit (..I need help to come up with a name for a group of Zeldas though).

Here's a sneak peek of the first work in the Seventeen series called "I Used to Kid Myself in this Dress." Yes. It's based off of the MARINA and the Diamonds song.

The portals are acting weird. And by that, they’re forcing all the Zeldas to join the chain on their quest to…no one’s really sure, actually. Every Link agrees that they’re happy to finally have their lover, friend or even sister by their side. Except Warriors.

Because his Zelda isn’t even with them at all.

Or 9 times the Zeldas had a less than pleasant interaction with our resident “ladies’ man,” and one time a Zelda actually took the time to understand him and break that stereotype

Not my favorite work of the series (I have like, 2 more), but it IS the first one. The one after this is called "Rise of a King (Fall of a Queen)," which has my favorite summary so far. Both are currently in the works! "I Used to Kid Myself in this Dress" will have 10 chapters, while "Rise of a King (Fall of a Queen)" are still undecided.

Maybe if people like the idea I'll release the summary for "Rise of a King (Fall of a Queen)."

Alright! Time to rant. Warriors' game is a GOLDMINE for multiple situations. As sad as it is that its not canon it baffles me that no one has thought of the possibilities for it in writing (I have a post for it right here! Although it's more or less just cluttered thoughts).

I hope this post sums it up! Sorry if there are instances where my words don't make sense haha, I'm just really happy that someone bothered to even like my post. My brain was just telling me to write EVERYTHING down but that would spoil the surprise. Have a great day!

#blossomingwaters #literal asks!#linked universe #linked universe warriors #lu warriors #linked universe artemis #lu artemis #literallink

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stellarcat52 · 4 years ago

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Timeless Blue (chapter one)

Because there’s no way in Arcadia my brain will let this be anything but a multi-chapter slow burn fanfic) (also these will roughly follow the episodes of Wizards with possible missing content and possible added content. Aka I might make up an episode to make our boys happy.) @that-one-bi-wizard Is due for credit.

Douxie approached the House-mothership- of the Akiridion Royals, ringing their doorbell and stepping back.

A glitching Ricky blank opens the door. “You look lost kiddo.”

Douxie peers behind the blank, Krel appears behind him wrestling the other blank to the ground. “I’m just here for the Akiridion royals.”

“It’s just me!” Krel grunts as the blank powers down and Douxie steps inside. “Aren’t you the guy from the cafe?”

“Yes, but I’m not here because of that. The world is in danger, and I need you to come with me,” Douxie shot straight to the point.

“Kleb, again?” Douxie nods, causing the Akiridion to cross his four arms. “Fine. Give me a sekton.” Krel pulls out his serrator and shoots down the blank who had opened the door. “I’ll deal with your faulty programming later.”

Douxie watches as Krel’s blue form dissipates into his human disguise and motions for the extraterrestrial to follow him.

“So, why is Earth in danger this time?” Krel asks as he catches up to the wizard, eying his magical cuff with interest as Douxie messes with it.

Douxie pauses in front of the bookstore, looking up at Krel as Archie, AAARRRGGHH, Steve, and Toby round the corner.

“-the world’s ending. Again?” Toby complains.

“Not the best timing, I know. But we need your help all the same.”

“Douxie? Wait-hold up! I thought you worked at the cafe or were a model or something.”

Krel watched with great interest as Douxie finished messing with his cuff as Steve reacted. Douxie then chuckles and waves his hand in front of Arcadia’s guardians and a small blue wisp appears on his fingertips. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

The other’s reactions to Douxie’s magic is background noise, however Krel doesn’t hold back his own gasp in wonder at the display.

The wizard places his hand to the door and more blue light, unfamiliar to the Akiridion, appears around his wrist. “The answers to all your questions lie within.” He opens the door to the ordinary bookshop and everyone steps inside, Krel last of everyone aside from Archie and Douxie.

All of the non-wizards gasp and exclaim in curiousuty and wonder as the ordinary appearing bookstore turns into a magical study by stepping inside. A swirl of objects levitated by green magic travel across the room, sorting and containing themselves without being touched.

“Seklos and Gaylen. What is making them move?” Krel reaches out and touches a book, trying to hold onto it with one hand before it is whisked away from his touch.

“Put that down.”

In his moment of distracted wonder, Krel alongside the others, hadn’t noticed Merlin step into view. Toby let’s go of the strange orb in the corner of Krel’s eye.

“Thank the ether you’re here. We haven’t a moment to waste.”

“Woah! Crusty, creepy dude!”

“I believe the term is ‘geezer’.” Krel attempts to correct Steve, still wondering how Aja likes him.

Their attention snaps back to Merlin. “I had hoped for more Hisirdoux.”

“I tried!” Douxie threw his hands out in defense. “I couldn’t find the Changelings or the other Aliens!”

“Akiridions.” Steve and Krel correct Douxie immediately.

Krel steps forwards. “My sister is unavailable, being a royal on Akiridion-5.” He crosses his arms in annoyance.

As Toby and Steve loudly announce themselves to Merlin, Douxie switches from watching them making fools of themselves, Krel waiting patiently to get some answers, and the objects Merlin appeared to be packing.

“I have no idea who you are,” Merlin brushes Steve away, Douxie and Krel flinch as the flying chest hits him. “But we’re desperate. Thankfully we have the brute.”

Eyes turn to AAARRRGGHH, who is currently taste testing Archie, and being met with the instant consequences. Douxie is familiar with the pain of being scratched by Archie.

“Wait, where’s Jimbo and Claire? I thought they were with you.” Toby questions, acknowledging his friends should be there.

“Answers forthcoming.” Merlin hastily answers. “Make preparations, we’ve a journey ahead of us. And don’t-“ he turns directly at Douxie.

“But master!”

“-but master me.” Merlin turns back to his things.

“But are you sure you want to entrust things to these-“ he gestures to the four, “these children?”

“Hey!” Krel interrupts. “I am no child.”

“Next to me? You are.” Douxie shoots a slight glare at Krel.

“Aren’t you in college?” Toby stops and questions.

“They clearly are not ready for this.” Douxie continues to protest.

It was Steve’s turn to add something. “Excuse me college dude, these /children/ fought a 50 foot extraterrestrial god, and won.”

Merlin sighs and Douxie follows him away from the display that Steve and Toby had caused.

“Master I am ready for this.” He pushes, looking for that small bit of validation.

He was shot down with one word. “Doubtful.”

“I’ve spent years studying, practicing-!”

“Silence!” Douxie quiets At Merlin’s command and Krel pauses in his exploration of the enchanted shop. Toby and Steve don’t seem to be capable of doing so until Merlin specifies all of them should be quiet. “Can you not hear that?”

Only after everyone shook their heads does a deep rumbling fill the void.

“Something wicked this way comes.” Merlin mutters.

Various noises fill the rooms and the team prepares for a battle, stances shift, weapons are revealed, and Merlin and Douxie grow tense as they watch the windows.

With an attack to the window, a crowd of Shadow Mephits comes to attention swarming the street.

“Shadow mephits? Hisirdoux did you lead them here?” An accusation Douxie immediately denies.

“I mean, I don’t think so?” He chuckles.

“Yes, we did.” Archie confirms.

“He found us,” Merlin mumbles. “The barrier won’t hold for long, we must make egress. Tobias! Take my things.” With a swoop of Merlin’s hand, his chest goes flying into Toby’s chest and carries him upwards.

The Shadow Mephits break through the barrier and Merlin calls for the others to get to safety, an order Douxie ignores and Krel hesitates before following.

“Hisirdoux, I said get to safety!” Merlin calls as he and Douxie go back to back, getting surrounded by the creatures.

“I’ve got this, I can help!” Douxie responds.

Krel can’t hear the rest of the conversation as he follows the others up to the roof where Shadow Mephits are being fought off by Toby and AAARRRGGHH. Krel joins them with his serrator, shooting as many as he can before Merlin and Douxie join them.

“Stay back.” The sounds of glass follows the warning and a glowing ship appears where the orb had shattered.

“Woah.”

“Great Seklos and Gaylen.”

“Ship just got real.”

“Get in!” Douxie calls and AAARRRGGHH starts throwing people inside, only jumping on himself once everyone else was aboard.

“What in Seklos’ name is going on?” Asks Krel as soon as Douxie blasts the Shadow Mephits off of AAARRRGGHH. Douxie, however is preoccupied watching the green knight below.

A volley of black and green shards hit the sides of the ship and causing everyone to duck or fall over. The ship zips away into the sky and the group takes a moment to breathe.

“I will only repeat myself once more, Cafe boy. What is going on?” Krel puts away his Serrator as the others are watching Camelot come into view.

“Everything will be explained soon young squire.” Merlin responds for Douxie.

“What the old man said, for now, we’re going home. Welcome to Camelot.” Douxie gazes at the floating towers he once called home.

“Cam-ee-lot?” Krel searches his memory of school for the word.

“Camelot, as in old people time Camelot?”

“With the king and the Excalibur sword?” Krel asks, remembering something from stories.

“Excuse me, how is this castle flying?” Steve yells as they get closer to the heart of Camelot.

“The heart of Camelot, fueled by time itself.” Merlin steps back from the side of the ship in order to steer them towards the top. “Sir Galahad, how are the skies?” He calls to a large man below them.

“All quiet, my old friend.” Comes the reply.

“Keep your eye on the horizon!” Merlin calls back as the ship circles down and starts speeding towards the entrance.

Archie tightens his hold on the ship. “Coming in a little hot, I’d say.”

The landing was rough but nobody was hurt, Steve cheers as he hops off of the ship and the group looks around as the walk deeper into Camelot.

“It’s been nine hundred years since I was last here, hasn’t changed a bit, except for the flying part.” Douxie says to Archie who perches on his shoulder.

Steve scoffs, “nine hundred years? Yeah right, you’re like nineteen.”

“Give or take a few centuries.” Archie lifts off a flies around the room.

Krel nods. “Appearances can be deceiving. Akiridions mature much slower than humans as well.”

“What? Aja isn’t as old as this guy, is she?”

Krel rolls his eyes, “Yes, Aja and I are 900 keltons old.” Steve looked about ready to faint. “Of course we aren’t that old! Time is a little different on Akiridion-5 but neither of us would be older than 50 earth years old, had we been born here. We live much longer than you humans so that makes us similar to earth’s teenagers.”

Steve still seemed ready to pass out.

“Toby!” Claire cries from across the room, running towards her friend.

“Blinky!”

AAARRRGGHH, Blinky, Claire, and Toby envelop each other in a group hug, ending when Claire insisted she needed to breathe.

“Krel!” The sorceress embraces the extraterrestrial being too. “Sorry, but I think the end of the world is going to postpone girl’s night.”

“Wait- girls night? Krel was invited but I wasn’t? He doesn’t even have a girlfriend!” Steve complains.

“Oh. Hi Steve.” Claire unenthusiastically waves at him. “Yes, Krel is invited because it’s fun talking about cute boys with him.”

“Uh, where’s Jim?” Toby interrupts, sure enough Jim wasn’t around to meet his friends. “And what happened to you guys?”

“About that...”

Blinky and Claire lead the group to a room where a semi-transparent crystal encases Jim, preserving his life by slowing the corruption infecting him.

Krel onlooks as Merlín explains what happened, and Claire voices her regrets. Never wishing that humans had cores like Akiridions more than he was in that moment.

“Who is this green knight? How do I get my hands on him?” Toby threatens.

“We should focus more on saving the Trollhunter rather than getting revenge,” Krel adds. “However, it would be good to know who we are up against.”

“I do not know. He said but one name that chilled me to the bone, Morgana.”

“Ooh I hate that witch. But we kicked her but to the shadow realm. Problem solved, everyone can go home.” Toby hastily spoke.

Douxie groans. “You saw what that knight did at the bookstore, even if he were looking for Morgana I don’t think it’s his sole purpose.”

“The knight did not seem aware of Morgana’s death, and he bore the emblem of Camelot.” Merlin ushered the group out into the open, leading them to another space. “Hurry, I fear the answers lie in the past.”

“Merlin, you are from Camelot, no? Shouldn’t you have an idea of who this could be?” Krel asked.

“A good point, but no. There were plenty of knights in Camelot but none that were green, or evil, or had any connection to Morgana that would follow them beyond the grave.” Douxie answered for his master, getting a strange look from Krel and Toby. “What? I was there too you know.”

“I still cannot believe you’re older than Nana.”

“Actually Hisirdoux, the Akiridion has a point. This dark menace is approaching, and all I know of it is that even I cannot face this alone.” Merlin opens the time map, “You are all now soldiers in a war started centuries ago, for the world of magic.”

The time map projects scenes from the past as Merlin continues. “Once the realms of magic and man clashed in endless bloodshed. King Arthur sought to wipe out magic that ravaged the lands in his war against Gunmar. I brought what few spellcasters I could under my protection to spare them from the sword.

“Including myself,” Douxie adds before the map showed a different figure. “Oh! And Morgana le Fay.”

“She was the finest student I ever taught.. until she tried to kill me.” Merlin sighed. “Thankfully, in my all seeing wisdom I created a secret weapon- the Trollhunter amulet. The war came to a standstill and I imprisoned Morgana at the battle of Killahed Bridge. This green knight that assailed us was clearly born of dark magicks but I have no memory of him, nor what connection he could have to Morgana. We know not what he is, not why he pursues us. Though, his presence is a dire omen of things to come.”

In the distance the bell starts ringing. A wave of magical ice hits the tower, knocking everyone down and freezing the exterior. Merlin gets up and grabs the time map as Claire calls out.

“What’s happening.”

“Have you never been under attack before? To the battlements!”

The wizards and trollhunters rush to defend and Krel takes a moment to reveal his Akiridion Royal self before joining them, leaving Steve to lag behind for a minute.

“What the-“

“Oh no. I think we have something of a problem.” Archie points out the obvious as the Arcane Order’s ship comes into view, carrying Bellroc and Skrael, as well as the green knight, inside.

“Oh fuzz buckets.”

“No, the Arcane Order, they found us. Everyone! Get to safety, now!” Merlin calls to the guardians as Skrael shoots a spell at the master wizard, who responds with a spell of his own before Skrael’s attack blasts his staff away from him.

“I got it!” Archie calls as he dives after it.

Krel watches as the dragon dives and misses the staff, leaping onto his hoverboard in an attempt to help, as well as avoid the various bombarding attacks from the Order.

“They’re boarding us!” Merlin calls from above. “We must break free, steer us away at my command.”

“I’m on it!” Douxie responds before another shot of ice hits the castle.

Krel focuses on finding the staff, covering as much as he can while Archie gets a view from even higher up. “Find the staff or we’re dead meat!” Is all Krel has to hear before he starts blasting at the ice bridges with his Serrator, buying Archie more time to find Merlin’s staff.

“Got it!”

Krel joins the fray as Galahad sacrifices himself to destroy the bridges between Skrael and Merlin. He joins Claire, Steve, and Hisirdoux with his Serrator in hand in case they needed to be protected.

“We don’t have enough power for the jump!”

“Trust in Merlin.”

“Why would I trust someone I just met?”

“He’s a master wizard Krel. He must have a plan.” Douxie’s response got an eye roll from the Akiridion. “Fine then, trust in me.”

A rush of magic allows the time jump to be operational, Krel helping his friends as they steer the castle into the rift.

Krel notices as the Green Knight comes into view and as he, Bellroc, and Skrael fire their energy forwards, he activated his shield in case it was needed.

The magic struck the castle, sending Douxie, Claire, and Jim down immediately. Steve and Krel held on for as long as they could above, Krel almost being successful in pulling himself up at the sacrifice of his shielding serrator, but both fell as well.

“Jim!” Krel landed on top of the stone Steve was clutching onto as Jim fell into the portal below.

“What do we do?!”

“Trust me!” Douxie looks at Krel, who nods, then takes Claire’s hand.

“Wait! No no no!”

Douxie drops down, following Jim, and brings Claire with him. Krel grabs Steve by the shirt and does the same. Archie dives to follow them, but reaches it just as it closes.

Part two!

#krel x douxie #drel #krelxie #douxel #krouxie #hisirdoux #douxie #3 below #tales of arcadia #krel is a gaylien #douxie has been gay since the twelfth century #should i call this that?#toa wizards #tales of arcadia wizards #timeless blue fic

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love-fireflysong · 4 years ago

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You’re bored? How about you answer the rest of the questions for Climbing Crash? 😂😂 (pretty please 🥺)

Oh lordy, let’s do this I guess! Also this is posted like super late, sorry about that I didn’t see this until just before I left for work asdljasldj. Also, most of these will be answered in respect to my outlast au obvs, cause that’s the type of climbing chrash I’ve got on the brain!

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Without spoiling too much, cause this is a scene I’m super looking forward to write someday, Josh finally brings it up after Chris and Ashley confront him about why he’s been so cagey and irritated lately. Once it’s out in the open though, the two of them just go ‘oh’ and its answers a lot of their questions on why they’d been feeling so awkward recently.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? Seeing as they’re trying to keep the fact that they’re dating a secret from literally everyone, their first ‘date’ was them watching a movie and crashing on the couch when they stayed up too late. They absolutely woke up stiff and sore and tangled, and they happiest they had been in a while.

What was their first kiss like? Hesitant, unsure, and awkward, (just like them <3) but it felt like a piece they had always been missing just slotted right into place. But oh man the ones following were anything but.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Look at these dorks. You expect me to believe that Chris and Ash, who were so hung up on each other, and Josh, who was so busy trying to get his best friends together that he ignored his own feelings, had interest in dating other people? I mean, even if Josh did date occasionally in high school, I can’t see it lasting long cause it just felt wrong to NOT have Chris and Ash there with him, so he either ends it pretty quickly or the other person realized that Josh really wasn’t into it a whole lot and shut it down themselves. They were absolutely 100% each other’s first everything.

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Do I even need to explain this one? I mean it’s right there in canon lol. Josh and Chris are the same height, with Ash going up to about their chin. That being said, age difference wise, I totally headcanon that Josh is not quite 2 years older then Ash, and Chris is about 1 1/2 years older then her.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Once upon a time, before the events that lead into my outlast au? Things were great, they were constantly at the others house to hang out and shit since they were kids so their parents tended to think of them like extra kids. Now? Oh the Washington’s hate Ashley.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Josh obviously. The dude is a rich, charismatic asshole who is used to shmoozing and rubbing elbows with other rich, charismatic assholes. Guy’s got a silver tongue what can I say 😏

Who gets jealous easier? Honestly? I think there was absolutely a period of time when they first started dating where they weren’t jealous of other people hanging out with them, but jealous of each other. Like there was some major insecurities that had to be worked out.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? Oh Josh 100%. Def def def just pops behind one of the others to whisper the dirtiest shit into their ears just to watch them turn into a fucking tomato and squeak in embarrassment. The others hope he’ll get over it eventually, he never does.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Either Josh or Ashley I think. Kind of waffling back and forth on them, but I’m leaning more Ash right now. Don’t wanna go too much further into this cause I’m still sorting through how this scene is gonna happen myself. I’ve got ideas, but very very loose ones.

What are their primary love languages? Had to look up what these were lol. Ummmmm, physical touch and quality time definitely, but words of affirmation are a big one too, just less so.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Chris. Just, just Chris. Nothing makes him happier then using the worst pick up line ever and watching Ash and Josh groan and/or laugh in response. Josh will use them too, his just tends to come hand in hand with the whole inappropriate whispering thing lol.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? PDA? They’re trying to keep everything on the down low, so very little. But once things are out in the open, they almost always squished together and hands stuck into another’s pockets. In private though? Oh boy, good luck separating these assholes. They were absolutely those friends that were just super relaxed and willing to hang off the others or sit on them at the drop of a hat. Now that they’re dating they are even worse.

Who initiates kisses? Oh man, so I’ve been thinking about this for like an entire day now, and I STILL DONT KNOW. I mean, Chris and Ashley seem to me the type of people who absolutely adore the more ‘innocent’ and ‘sweetly romantic’ kisses; like cheek, knuckles, forehead type jazz. Makes them feel all bubbly and giggly and warm. But Josh is the one who goes for the more sensual/sexual I think; base of the neck, corner of the mouth, nip of the ear. He takes a frankly scary amount of joy in watching the other two just get all flustered and turn into stammering messes. So Chris and Ash are more likely initiate the everyday and sweet ones, whereas Josh loves initiating the ones that lead into something more. Does that make sense?

Who’s the big and little spoon? I think that they’re less spoons and more sandwiches honestly lol. But when spooning does happen, Josh absolutely refuses to be the little spoon. Ever. Chris is more then happy to be either the holder or the hold-ee, he doesn’t care which as long as he’s there. Meaning that Ash tends to get regulated to little spoon, but she’ll glady hold on when the chance arises. When they’re feeling particularly clingy though? Well, that’s my little secret ;)

What are their favorite things to do together? Is everything an answer? Cause it’s everything.

Who’s better at comforting the other? Chris is definitely more skilled at the whole comforting thing no question. But the other two aren’t too bad at it themselves.

Who’s more protective? If you’re expecting me to say Chris, well then you’re wrong. It’s absolutely Josh and Ashley. They’ve been through some shit before and after they got together in this au. If you even think of hurting her boys, Ashley will not hesitate to rip your head off and tear you to shreds, physically or verbally. Josh is less obvious about his anger, and that almost makes him more dangerous.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Physical affection all the way. They’re just so used to being able to just touch each other whenever they wanted that the blow of having it taken away just about breaks them.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Oh jesus. Okay, so I don’t know how many people have listened to my really messy outlast au playlist, but a decent chunk of it is just climbing chrash songs. So the few I’m about to share are ones that I think apply to them in general, but I have a veritable laundry list of songs that work specifically to this particular au. You’re Mine - Disturbed Wind Me Up - Strange Kids Cemetery Weather - Isles & Glaciers Blindfold - Sleeping Wolf (i can feel it in my bones that this is a climbing chrash song, i just can’t tell you why)

Whispers in the Dark - Skillet

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? They really don’t. I mean we got Cochise, but that’s about it. Other than that it’s just the shortened form of their names. (I had Josh call Ashley ‘Red’ in another fic, but that was before they even knew each others names, I don’t think he ever really uses it again. Maybe if he’s feeling a little competitive? Maybe?)

Who remembers the little things? Oh definitely Ashley, for good or for worse. She will remember the time you promised her half a chocolate bar and only gave her the last bite as easily as the time you picked up the book she had been looking at for ages on the way home one day and gave her a kiss on the head when she started to read it immediately after.

Ship questions over here!

#jesus-hotsauce-christmas-cake #asks #climbing chrash #seriously though im so sorry this took a while to get back to you #but i answered everything!#honestly dying at the fact that i got a ton of cimbing chrash questions though #and only one for chrashley alskdaslkhdals #let the climbing chrash revelution begin!

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bexterbex · 5 years ago

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 42

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Infuenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really suprised, Blatent Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 42: Lies and Pleasure

You wanted to break the tension in the shuttle, “you look nice.”

Kylo looked down at his suit, “It was Hux’s recommendation, to not draw too much attention to who I am, but that’s out the door now.” He was most certainly angry with you now.

“Well I like it, we look like a pair now.” You tried to defuse the situation. He did look good.

“Would you like to visit them today or tomorrow?”

“Who?”

“Your friends. You said you wanted to see them before we go. So that is either today or tomorrow.” There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Why don’t we visit them today? I have a feeling you don’t want to ruin both days do you?”

“Ruin both days,” he asked rather annoyedly.

“I thought you really didn’t like people. So get it over with now and tomorrow might be a better day.”

He scoffed, “It will be a better day if you cooperate.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Not knowing how to respond. You then heard him give orders to the pilot to change courses to Toronto and to Mitaka to let your friends know you were on your way. Other than that you sat in relative silence.

A tear slipped down your cheek. You tried to hold back your emotions, but you were failing miserably.

A gloved hand came to your cheek and a pair of lips to your ear, “don’t cry you don’t want that to be the last image they have of you do you?”

You sniffled, “this will be the last time I get to see them?”

“Until you are empress, yes.” The hand carded itself through your hair. As much as you hated it it was comforting and you leaned into him as best as you could. His Force hold on you was no longer there.

A few minutes later the shuttle landed and the exit ramp lowered. You felt the Force holding you down once more as you were being unbuckled by him. It made you feel like a child, what once was rather endearing and protective felt controlling and possessive. Once unbuckled he took your arm in his and you could feel the heavy air of the Force keeping you with him. He wasn’t going to let you run. Not this time.

You exited together. The others following behind you, you were at Carter’s place. Both Carter and Hayden had larger apartments than you did, but Carter’s was always the fanciest one. Why you all always spent time in your tiny apartment was something you would never understand.

You all crammed into the elevator, Kylo’s grip on you never letting up. You got to Carter’s floor and you walked down the hall to their door. Kylo knocked hard.

Carter opened the door and their eyes were as wide as dinner plates, “Y/N? Why don’t you all come in?”

You did, Kylo maneuvered you through the door and you were greeted by an equally wide-eyed Hayden.

You all sat around Carter’s living room. The tension in the air was something you could choke on.

Carter was the first to speak, “are you going to introduce us Y/N?”

You turned your head to look at Kylo, whose eyes were burning into your’s, “Go on, tell them who we are.”

You bit your lip before turning back to Carter and Hayden. “This is my match. The redheaded man you see over there as you know is Allegiant General Hux. The silver armored stormtrooper is Captain Phasma and the officer is Lieutenant Mitaka.”

His voice was low and dark, “tell them who I am.”

You swallowed back, but your mouth was dry. “This is Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.” You swore you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth you were chewing on your lip so hard.

Both of them, Carter and Hayden dropped to their knees and surprised you. Their voices in robotic unison, “Supreme Leader forgive us for our ignorance.”

Kylo’s head lifted with a sense of superiority, “you are forgiven.”

They remained on their knees with their eyes focused on the ground in front of them. You were in shock at what you were witnessing.

“Why are they doing this,” you asked.

“This is the effectiveness of the education, or enlightenment that they have received,” replied Hux.

Before you could verbalize the disgust you were feeling Kylo was hauling you up and out the apartment. You tried to break free and to try to reason with your friends, but his actual grip and the grip of the Force tightened around you. You were in his snares and he was not letting you go.

He practically slammed you down into the seat on the shuttle. When he buckled you this time he tightened the straps so they dug into you unpleasantly.

Your voice was small, “why are you doing this?”

“Why does anyone do anything? Power. Order. Control. I tried to warn you, as did the general. Well, you are now out of warnings.”

And just like that, everything about your previous life came crashing down. Your fairytale was no more. You were to be his songbird and there was nothing you could do about it. You were pretty sure all of the sweet things he had ever said to you were lies.

He wasn’t a man. He was a monster.

His head snapped to look at you, a hand wrapped itself around your throat and yanked your head harshly to look at him. “DON’T YOU EVER THINK OF CALLING ME THAT AGAIN.”

If you thought he yelled at you before it was nothing compared to what just happened. Or was it a scream, you didn’t know. You could see out of the corner of your eye that the general and the lieutenant looked terrified. Captain Phasma’s body language told you that she was too. At the same time, the ship seemed to buckle with turbulence that you were sure never happened before now.

You were terrified. Tears fell down your face. He was in your mind and there was nothing you could do about it. No, you were still in a fairytale, but one that you were sure that didn’t have a happy ending. You wanted whoever was writing this story to stop the torment. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

The shuttle docked on the ship. The exit ramp lowered and Kylo ordered, “get out,” to everyone on board. Even the pilot and copilot left. He unbuckled himself and walked over to the wall and the ramp closed. You were now alone with him, strapped into your stupid seat.

He walked over to you and crouched down in front of you. His eyes drill into your’s, into your skull. You could no longer tell what his eyes were hiding. They seemed to once be windows into his subconscious, into his soul, now they were vault doors and you didn’t have the combination anymore.

You watched as his breathing sped up, in what you guessed was anger. “I will give you what I promised, but only if you cooperate. You will say, do and think as I tell you to. If you want to be an empress, my empress, you will have to earn it. You will have to show me that you are worthy of it. Because I am not afraid of, doing as you said, keeping you like a songbird. Locked in a cage and only taken out when I want you to sing. I am not afraid of keeping you locked away, because you are mine and no one else’s. Do you understand?”

The words died on your lips as you tried to say “yes.”

He spoke louder this time, “Do you understand?”

It took all of your energy, “yes.”

“Good.” His hand went to your throat once more, this time it was gentler. “Now Kitten, I do not like having to do any of this. But you need to understand who is in charge. You only have power because I have given it to you. But I believe with the right training and guidance you will eventually be able to take power for yourself.”

His hand shifted up to your face and caressed your cheek, his bare thumb rubbing over your lips, “Now Kitten I promised you that I would wait, but that doesn’t mean I won’t play with you before then.” You heard the clicks of the buckles come undone. You felt his arms beneath you as he proceeded to bridal carry you out of the shuttle and back to your chambers.

He carried you up the steps and threw you down onto his bed before crawling on top of you. His lips came crashing down on top of yours. His teeth bit into your lower lip causing you to gasp, he took this as an opportunity to practically shove his tongue down your throat. You heard him laugh at this. One of his hands ran along the inside of your leg and shoved it to the side, he forced himself between your legs. He bucked into you. This made you gasp even more as you struggled to break the kiss. His lips started to trail down your body, he nipped at your collar bone.

You struggled to find the words, “I thought you said we would wait?” A small part of your mind was screaming out to have him stop, but the rest of you was entranced by his spell.

“We will, but like I said I want to play with you,” you could hear him chuckle in response. His lips found their way up to your ear and he placed a kiss there. “I will follow your wish only if you obey me. But in the meantime, you will let me do as I wish.”

His hands pinned yours above you, but it only took one of his to hold you down. His hand trailed down your body and came to rest on your breast before giving it a rather rough squeeze. You squirmed, which caused him to buck his hips again, but this time he also ground into you. His lips encapsulated yours once more. His hand kneading into your breast, his fingers flexing and splaying around you.

The hand that was holding yours above your head let go and trailed itself down your side and down your thigh before pushing your skirt up. Your hands clutched his back and his hair out of excitement and fear. His hand felt your wetness through your underwear, you heard him chuckle again. “Are you sure you want to wait, Kitten?”

The small bit of rational brain that you had left screamed, “yes,” but it came out broken.

He chuckled again, “have it your way then.” He then proceeded to grind his fully clothed crotch into your barely covered wetness.

You could feel what you were doing to him. He sped up and both of his hands squeezed your breasts, which caused you to buck up into him. He moaned into your ear. His grinding turned into dry humping. He asked once more, “Are you sure you want to wait,” this time it came out as more of a heated groan.

Your brain was short-circuiting, the heat, and the pleasure you were feeling were almost taking over, almost. “Please,” it came out all breathy.

You could feel his excitement. “Please what Kitten?”

“Wait.”

You could feel his disappointment as he bucked harder against you. “As you wish.” His teeth were marking your skin now. Sucking and biting and kissing. His lips came up to yours and it felt as if he was trying to get you to swallow his tongue. You could hear him repeat, “Mine, mine, mine,” into your mouth. One of his hands found its way to your clothed wetness once more and began rubbing circles into you. Your brain was going haywire.

You moaned into his mouth as your orgasm eventually came crashing in. Your eyes fluttered and your breath hitched. He sped up his hand until your wave was over. He moaned into your mouth before he broke your kiss. He flipped you both so he was spooning you on your side, he continued to kiss up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. One of his hands rested grabbing your breast while the other was against your clothed heat. You stayed like that until you drifted off into sleep. When you finally awoke you could smell that he had taken a shower.

“Did you relieve yourself,” you asked.

“Yes, I promised to wait, but I did not promise to keep either of us from orgasming. I helped you and I needed to help myself. Would you like to try that again,” as he asked his index finger followed the line of your fire and your toes curled.

“No, I am good for now.” It took all you had to respond. His lips then found their way up and down your neck.

Eventually, he stopped and hooked his chin over your shoulder. “I need to attend to some things. You will need to come with me. I am not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the day.” He then got up and pulled you up along with him. With your hand in his, he leads you back out into the real world. Into the other parts of your cage.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #a soul to mend his own #kylo smut #kylo ren smut #im sorry

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jicklet · 5 years ago

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C K M Q V :)

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Ok so… During my Last Airbender rewatch, I tried to like katααng, I thought well, time has passed, maybe I’ll like it better?

I liked it worse! I adore them both individually, but hate what it does to both of their characters together. In every other situation Katara stands up for herself, but whenever Aang is upset she puts aside absolutely everything to let him walk over her feelings. Meanwhile Aang doesn’t learn not to do that, because no one ever stops him. He doesn’t apologize to her. And if I see someone defending it with “Aang deserves something nice” one more time I’m going to s c r e a m .

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Neville from Harry Potter remains one of my favorites to this day. He means a lot to me.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

I would love to befriend Eliot from Leverage because he is so ride or die once he’s attached to you even though he pretends he’s not Also he remembers little details about people and I forget to remember to do that, so he’d be good to call up for gifts. “Eliot help, what should I get for __?” “She said she needed a new ___ last week, don’t you pay attention?” “Not to the right things, apparently!”

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Most of the ones I remember leaving have been just because I started disliking the source content too much to even continue engaging with the fan content.

[pulls out the receipts on myself] Ok so….. I was in the Gl/ee and BBT fandoms -- or more accurately, the Pu.ck/Rac.hel and Pen.ny/She.ldon fandoms. The fun of it was playing in a sandbox with people who were pulling out what COULD have been, trying to find something more healthy in the potential of what was there that the writers weren’t seeing. But yeah at a certain point you’re just polishing a turd.

I’m sad to say I’m at a similar point with ODAAT right now :( If they come back and actually end up being more like they used to be I will be very glad to return. But right now I’m just too disappointed.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

The amount of times Schneider from ODAAT did something and it just vibed with me deep in my soul was embarrassing.

Runners up: Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place, Amethyst from Steven Universe.

#meme me #kataang negative #bethanyactually #vee replies

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ashsilla · 5 years ago

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Losses (Part One)

Book: Platinum

Ship: Raleigh Carrera (M) x MC (Suiko Hono)

Rating: T

A/N: Raleigh has a reputation for a reason. Suiko has some feelings she probably shouldn’t have in a doctored relationship. When Raleigh slips up, she is left hurt and reeling — and falling into a comforting set of arms as a result. (Raleigh x MC with a healthy dose of protective older brother Avery) (Set when Raleigh and MC are still in their PR relationship)

Tag List: @lunalixo @sunnyxdazed @furiouscloddonutpeanut @lovedrakewalker

Bzzt.

Suiko snapped awake, her eyes cracking open. Her bedroom was still dark, her sheets wrapped around and around her legs, her hair stuck to her face and tangled.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Her phone, tucked unceremoniously beneath her pillow, was buzzing like crazy. A small, sad groan escaped her mouth as she realized it must be her alarm, which meant it was morning, which meant she had to get up. Slowly, she lifted the screen, letting it flicker to light.

4:33 in the morning?

That was definitely not her alarm.

And...texts? So many texts.

She saw Fiona and Hank, Shane and Avery, and finally Raleigh. All messages from the last five minutes.

Suiko frowned and clicked open Shane’s message first.

just saw the pic suiko, i’m sorry. know it’s super early but do u want me to come over or something? let me know

What pictures? A small sense of panic began to blossom in her chest. All her half-asleep mind could imagine was an image of her, bedraggled and depressed in the banana suit, dancing on the sidewalk, all over tabloid covers. Please, God, let that not be it. She opened Hank’s message next.

Suiko, has Fiona reached you yet? If not, give me a call. Let me know if you need anything...

The panic spread. Her fingers wobbled as she moved on to Fiona’s messages.

Suiko. Call me.

Are you sleeping?

Look at this when you wake up: http://eenews/raleigh-carrera-returns-to-his-roots-despite-budding-romance-with-starlet-suiko-hono

Meet at the office at 8 AM this morning to discuss how to move forwards.

The panic had turned to full on fear. What had happened that was bad enough to warrant a meeting on “how to move forwards?” Suiko clicked on the link in the text with shaking hands.

A web page popped up — the most popular celebrity gossip site, EE! News. The headline spelled out in big, ugly letters: Raleigh Carrera Returns to His Roots Despite Budding Romance with Starlet Suiko Hono.

She was awake now. And she began to read.

Early last night, infamous R&B bad boy Raleigh Carrera was spotted at Theory Nightclub in Manhattan without Suiko Hono, girlfriend and winner of this season of ‘One in a Million,’ who just released her first album ‘Kamikaze’ last week. Insider reports say he was downing drinks — does this smell of a breakup? — and a photo snapped by a club guest shows that he was getting cozy with an unnamed girl.

Suiko’s heart throbbed in her chest. Even as her muscles seized, she kept reading.

Before he started shacking up with Hono, Carrera infamously dated models Isabella and Gianna Ladid at the same time, resulting in the sisters’ legal battle over their brand. Prior to that, he left one-hit-wonder Koko Dianni broken hearted in a famously quoted public breakup. Has Suiko Hono’s time come to be the next victim of Raleigh’s frigid heart?

Whether Carrera’s choice to get wasted last night was the result of a breakup, boredom, or a return to his old ways, we have many questions! Namely: who is the mystery girl? Where is Suiko Hono? Has the music industry’s newest couple already gone off the rails? Come back to EE! News, your source for celebrity entertainment, for more information as this story unfolds.

Suiko read the article once. Twice. Three times. Each time the words were the same, and each time they were uglier than the last.

It was like being punched in the stomach, but somehow even worse, even more intimate than that, something that wouldn’t go away on its own. Because this would quite possibly never go away.

At the bottom of the article, a picture, blurry but clear enough, was posted. Yes, that was Raleigh all right — all clean lines and dark curls and intrigue. But sitting at his side, so close she might as well be on his lap, was a girl in a green sequined dress whose blonde hair ran in curls down her back. A girl who was definitely not Suiko.

EE! News flashed as another update rolled in. More texts were coming in too, but Suiko was overwhelmed and her vision had started to blur with tears, and the room was dark and disorienting around her in the early morning’s shadows.

Rubbing the moisture from her eyes, she loaded the updated EE! article.

More pictures.

The blonde girl, hand resting on Raleigh’s chest.

Raleigh, licking salt off the edge of a glass and staring at her through his dark lashes.

The two of them locked in a kiss in what looked like the alley outside the club.

Suiko turned her phone off and collapsed back into the sheets, breathing hard. Tightness spiraled between her lungs, and she let out a wheeze.

In her mind, all she could see was Raleigh’s face — grinning down at her after making a joke, smirking when he caught her staring at him, surprisingly gentle when he thought she wasn’t watching. Raleigh, holding her hand on their dates. Raleigh, carrying her through the rain and puddles so her new shoes wouldn’t be ruined. Raleigh helping her brainstorm lyrics and celebrating her album’s release. Raleigh kissing her as if it was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he’d ever wanted.

It was the only thing she wanted, and yet, none of what she so desperately clung to in her memories had been remotely real.

So why was this feeling so real? Why did her heartbeat keep getting faster, her breaths shorter, her tears hotter?

Maybe she’d been kidding herself these past months. Maybe she’d imagined that, somehow, Raleigh had felt the same thing she had -- something new and fragile and beautiful that bloomed when they were together. Something that went deeper than the PR glances and kisses and dates.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Someone was calling. Suiko glanced down at the phone with frightened eyes.

It was Raleigh.

Somehow the panic inside her worsened. With a strangled gasp, she watched as the call rang, and rang, and rang, and went to voicemail. After a long minute or two, the voicemail message popped up too. Along with several new texts.

Suiko unlocked her phone, which automatically opened her texts with Raleigh.

can we talk?

i’m sure you’ve seen it by now. call? too much for text

She exhaled sharply and played his voicemail.

“Hey, Suiko. Listen...all of that stuff you’re probably seeing...it’s not what it looks like, okay? Call me. Or come over. Or I can come over there.”

After the last word he spoke, the line stayed silently connected for several seconds before cutting out, like he’d been waiting for a response.

Suiko stared at the messages. ‘It’s not what it looks like’ is what people said when it was exactly what it looked like.

A fresh wave of misery roiled inside her.

Bzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzt.

Another call: from Avery Wilshere.

Suiko hastened to pick up. He immediately spoke on the other line.

“Suiko? Are you alright?”

She paused. “Is it true?” was all that came out of her mouth, and she was disgusted to find that her voice was thick with sleep and tears.

Avery sighed, and she got the feeling that she hadn’t been meant to hear it. “I had Fiona call EE! News. The pictures aren’t fake.”

The last bit of hope that had bloomed in Suiko’s chest shriveled. “Oh,” she whispered into the phone.

“I’m coming over,” said Avery resolutely, the sound of shuffling accompanying his words.

“You don’t have to—”

“Be there in ten.”

The line went dead.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a sharp knock sounded at the door and Avery Wilshere stood on the other side of the threshold, hair still mussed from sleep, but glowing gold as he always did— even with bedhead.

Before she could say a word, he was folding her into his arms, pulling her tight against his chest. She took a deep inhale, letting herself be grounded by his familiar laundry-and-baked-goods scent. She didn’t realize she was crying until she saw the wet marks on his shirt as they separated.

“What do you need?” he said softly, brushing the hair from her face.

Suiko stared into his good, earnest face. She didn’t know what she needed. Didn’t know what she wanted.

So she said, “Sleep.”

He let out a small, understanding smile, and led her carefully back into her bedroom. “I’ll be right back,” he told her upon depositing her on the bed. In a moment he returned with a glass of water and a hair band.

As she drank, he pulled her long, dark locks back into a braid down her spine. Suiko hadn’t even realized that her hair, sticking to her face and neck, had been contributing to the trapped feeling in her heart.

“I need to sleep,” she told him again.

Avery smiled, his blue eyes gentle. “I’ll be here.”

When she woke up, her phone was buzzing again. This time, sunlight streamed in through the windows, and morning sounds of yelling and car engines and horns penetrated the walls.

Suiko stared at the chair by her bed.

Avery was seated there, one hand propped on his hand, eyes closed as he slept.

A sudden feeling of fondness stretched in her chest as she watched him.

Until the events of the night clawed back into her consciousness. Suiko grabbed her phone. Fiona was calling. She quickly answered.

“Fiona?”

“Where are you?” came the sharp reply. “You were supposed to be here at 8. Am I expected to deal with this circus on my own?”

Suiko couldn’t help it — she sniffled. Just loud enough to be heard over the phone.

“Can you be here at two?” Fiona said, her tone fractionally kinder.

“Yes,” said Suiko miserably.

“Eat some breakfast,” said Fiona briskly, and promptly hung up the phone.

On the screen blinked several messages from the woman herself, a couple more from Shane, and twelve — twelve! — from Raleigh.

Someone started to bang on the door.

Suiko glanced over at Avery. He was still sleeping, and looked so peaceful that she didn’t want to wake him. She crept out of bed into her apartment.

Whoever was knocking was still there. She could hear pacing footsteps, then another round of incessant knocking. Warily, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

Raleigh.

He wore what looked like clothes from the night before -- a wrinkled gray t-shirt and dark jacket.

“Suiko,” he breathed, like he was relieved. “Can I come in?”

She just stared at him. His words weren’t making sense in her brain. None of this was making sense in her brain. Every time she looked at him, she saw that other girl wrapped around him.

“Please,” Raleigh said, and she’d never heard his voice sound like that before. In that brief moment of surprise, she took a step back and he entered the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“Are you here to tell me that it’s not true?” Suiko’s voice sounded small and glum even to her own ears. She focused her eyes on the floor by Raleigh’s shoe so she wouldn’t have to look into those eyes.

Then she felt his hands, lightly touching her shoulders. “I’m here to explain.”

“What if she doesn’t want an explanation?” came a voice behind them.

Suiko spun to see Avery, tousled hair and all, standing at the door to her bedroom with a stony expression. She felt, more than saw, the stiffness that ran through Raleigh at the sight.

“What are you doing here?” snapped Raleigh, all traces of softness gone. His eyes were flicking between Avery and the bedroom door.

Avery stalked forwards. “I’ve been here all night, comforting Suiko for something you did.” His voice was cold and tight -- not like his usual gentle cadence at all.

Raleigh’s hands tightened on her shoulders. “She doesn’t need your comforting.”

Suiko said quietly, “Let go of me.” He flinched, but obediently, his fingers loosened and released her. Avery advanced, pulling Suiko slightly behind him.

“Don’t touch her,” Raleigh snapped, fury blazing in his dark eyes.

Avery scoffed. “I’d say if you want to touch her ever again, you’d better start grovelling.”

“I’m here to explain!” Raleigh took a controlled breath, hands fisting at his sides. “Last night wasn’t like how the tabloids are spinning it. I mean, yes. I went out. I guess I had too much to drink. I don’t know -- I don’t remember.” He finally glanced away. “I swear, when she kissed me, I shoved her off right after that picture was taken.”

“Fuck you, Carrera,” Avery spat, and Suiko gasped. She’d never heard the blonde pop singer swear. She’d never seen him this angry. “You expect her to believe that?”

“Yes, because it’s true!” Raleigh’s eyes locked with hers. “I swear. That’s all that happened.” A dark shadow fell over his face. “My PR team sent me there...to that bar. They encouraged me to drink. I think they even could have hired that girl.”

Suiko shivered. She wanted badly to believe him. But her brain was still fuzzy from sleep, and Avery and Raleigh were staring each other down, and Fiona’s presence seemed to loom over the room even though she wasn’t there. It was all too much.

“I...I don’t know,” she stammered stupidly.

Avery seemed to sense the way she was shrinking in on herself. “I think you should go,” he said to Raleigh.

“Yeah? Make me.”

“No --” Suiko began, but they were already advancing on each other, nearly nose to nose.

“I have more right to be here than you,” hissed Raleigh venomously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m her boyfriend, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Please,” Suiko said, but they didn’t notice her quiet word. It was as if they’d forgotten she was in the room too.

Avery flashed a dangerous smile that looked more like baring his teeth. “Think you’re going to be holding onto that title for much longer?”

A moment of stillness filled the room. There were many things in that long second that came after Avery’s remark: a flash of deep anger in Raleigh’s dark eyes; a tightening in the muscles at the back of Avery’s neck; the sound of a car door slamming outside; the sensation of being frozen and unable to move an inch.

And then that moment ended.

Avery and Raleigh crashed together with a terrible sound. Suiko leaped back as she watched Raleigh land a solid punch, right to Avery’s jaw. The blonde pop singer retaliated quickly, driving his fist into Raleigh’s abdomen. They became a blur of motion, of swinging limbs and grunts of pain and horrible fury.

“Stop,” said Suiko, and realized she was crying. Then louder, “Stop!”

They both froze. Avery had the sense to look guilty. Raleigh just wore an expression that said, what-do-you-expect-from-me?

“I want both of you to leave.” She pulled her arms tight around herself. “Right now.”

Avery looked stricken. He stared down at his hands like he couldn’t recognize them. “Suiko, I --”

“Please just go.”

He swallowed and nodded, a quick and jerky movement. And then he was gone.

“You too,” she said to Raleigh.

But he was staring at her. His face was so open, in a way she hadn’t seen before. And before she could say anything -- before she could even think of something else to say -- he was cradling her in his arms and kissing her, softly, like she was made of glass. He’d split his knuckles in the fight, and as his hand brushed over her cheek, she felt the warm wetness of his blood. It brought her back to the present.

“I can’t do this right now.” Suiko pulled back with difficulty.

“Please --”

“Go.”

His dark eyes flickered. Then he slouched through the door, pulling it shut behind him. Suiko watched him leave.

She was in so deep over her head.

#playchoices #choices #pixelberry #raleigh carrera #raleigh x mc #raleigh carrera x mc #avery wilshere #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #platinum #pb platinum #platinum pb #choices platinum #platinum choices #ashsilla #losses

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chelleaslin · 6 years ago

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Lukadrien June 2019 Day 5- Dating Advice

@miraculouschallenges

“Truth or jump.” Alya laughed, even if they all agreed on that rule.

“Truth, obviously,” Adrien muttered as he peered over the edge of the Liberty, Juleka’s family ship. He shuddered as he thought about the icy waters below.

“Do you like anyone?” Alya asked, feigning innocence but he saw the way she smirked at a blushing Marinette. He frowned knowing that this isn’t going to go the way he wanted it too. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that Marinette liked him. It was obvious in the way she blushed and stuttered around him and only. For a while he questioned if she was just shy around new people but after seeing the girl, confidently talk to new students, first hand, he new that it was just him.

He tried to let her down gently, always remindering her what a great friend she was and when Nino and Alya tried to hint, like they were doing now, he would alway remind them that Marinette and him were just friends.

“Yes, I do.” Adrien sighed, here we go. Adrien looked around the group to observe their reactions Juleka had a knowing smile on her face, Rose had the dreamily ‘this is so romantic’ gaze, Nino looked suprised and Alya and Marinette, they looked eager.

“Really?” Alya’s face split into a massive grin as she not so subtly threw a glance at Marinette. The black haired girl blushed heavily at her friends gaze but she looked nervous none the less. “Who is it?”

Blue eyes flashed in his mind that instantly gave him butterflies, soft dark hair that made his hand ache at the thought of not being able to touch it and a soft gentle smile that burned itself into the back of eye lids, something he saw so clearly every time he closed his eyes.

He barely contained a giggle as he realised how someone could easily mistake his discyption for Paris’ Heroine, Ladybug.

A few months ago, if he were in this situation, it would be her he was thinking of. But not now, not after meeting him.

His heart started beat harder just thinking about him, Luka Couffine. They met through Juleka as he was a few years older. Adrien didn’t realised it was a crush right away, because of his obsession with Ladybug he swore he was straight.

After time, his feelings for the boy grew stronger and stronger and his feels for Ladybug felt like they disappeared overnight. It really confused him.

It took him some time to realised it but he did eventually. He was sure that he never really had romantic feelings for Ladybug. He loved her, she was his best friend but that was as far as his feelings went. His infatuation with the girl was simply because he knew she was unattainable. His brain purposefully made him pin over a girl he could never have, so his brain wouldn’t explore for other options. He wouldn’t have to face his own fears of being gay.

Luckily for him, he managed to get through most of that just fine. It was hard, having no one to talk too (he didn’t have the first clue on how to court a boy) but the thought he was managing well.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Adrien tutted with a forced smile, zoning back in. “One question at a time, plus that’s not a yes or no question.”

Alya sighed dramatically but abided to the rules and signaled for him to take his turn. He gave her a big grin as he turned to Juleka.

“Truth or Jump?”

“Truth, obviously.” She smirked, repeating what he said earlier.

“Is Luka home?”

Juleka gave him an even bigger grin before nodding ‘yes’ at him. Alya groaned, throwing her head back.

“That was such a boring question. You could have literally asked her that out of the game.”

Adrien just shrugged as he motioned for Juleka to take her turn. The black haired girl then turned to her girlfriend, Rose.

Adrien sighed as he sat back and tried to tune out the game so he could recollect his thoughts. It was harder to do when he could feel Alya’s gaze boring into the side of his face.

He knew that when it was eventually going to be her turn again, she as going to target him. He knew Marinette was too shy around him and wouldn’t have the courage to directly ask but Alya did. He glanced at Marinette to see the girl already staring at him, she blushed and turned her attention to the floor, playing wit her fingers. She was nervous. She had ever right to be, Alya was too nosy for her own good sometimes. If she asked Adrien if he liked Marinette, he was going to have to say no, he couldn’t lie to her.

“Adrien!” Adrien snapped his head up, looking at Alya but confused to find she hadn’t called him, instead the girl was whispering to Marinette.

“Truth or Jump?” Nino asked, Adrien turned his full attention to his best friend, happy he wasn’t getting called out on this crush business.

“Truth, dude.” He grinned.

“Have you confessed your feelings to your crush?” Adrien’s brain short circuit for a second, he didn’t expect a dating question to come out of Nino’s mouth. He focus d back in just in time to see Alya give him a thumbs up, that traitor!

“No.” Adrien solonmly answered. He didn’t even have to look at Marinette and Alya to see them getting excited. He glanced to his right and saw Juleka worring her bottom lip between her teeth, she knew that this couldn’t end well either.

“Okay, my turn-“ Adrien began but got cut off.

“Why not?” Nino cut in. Adrien paused, turning to his best friend that was frowning.

“I didn’t know how to approach them.” He confessed, he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, he didn’t have to turn his head to know it was Juleka.

“That’s no fair! Nino got two turns.” Alya fumed as she raised her voice above the others to be heard. Adrien flinched at the volume.

“Forget the game for a second!” Nino hissed at his obnoxious girlfriend before relaxing and turning back to Adrien. “My bro needs dating Advice.”

“Hold on a second, wasn’t it you that came to ee for help with Marinette?” Adrien laughed, playfully glaring at his mate. Marinette peaked up at the sound of Adrien’s name coming from his lips. Nino glared daggers at him, before crossing his arms.

“That was in the past, I’m happh with my sweet girl friend, Alya. Thanks to Ladybug, actually.” He smiled at Alya, the pair both held hands. Adrien smiled at the geasture, hoping to be able to do that one day with the boy that was holding his heart ransom.

“So, what your confirming is that you’ve never succeeded in a relationship without help? And thus, aren’t qualified to help another?” Adrien pretended to sigh. Truth be told, he just didn’t need anyone digging around in his heart right now. Unlike other, he wasn’t fond of people knowing about who his heart desires or they end up like Marinette. He glanced at the girl who too was staring fondly at her friends, evertime Alya spoke out to someone other then her and Nino though, she’d get jumpy.

“Hmm, well I’m sure one of the girls can help.” He grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Believe me when I saw, I’m fine.” Adrien smiled coolly. “I’m happy sorting this out on my own.”

“But what if the girl you like is waiting for you to make a move?” Alya cut in, glaring at Adrien. Marinette’s face was bright red as she elbowed her best friend in the side. Adrien clenched his jaw and adverted his eyes from the two. “I’m just saying, she could be crushing on you too.”

“I doubt it.” Adrien mumbled under his breath.

“Pardon?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing.” He smiled cheerily, checking his phone. “Do you guys wanna do something else? My curfew is in another 3 hours and we haven’t done anything but play this silly game.”

“No wait a min-“

“Yeah, let’s go watch a movie!” Juleka suggested, quite loudly for the girl.

“That’s a great idea!” Rose cheer d as she snuggled into Juleka’s side.

“Movie it is.” Adrien Agreste as he stood up from the deck floor and stretched, his didn’t miss the way Marinettes eyes were glued to his mid section, where his shirt did up ever so slightly. He blushed and pulled the material down, staring at her with wide eyes. She shook her head as her ears tinged pink, she hid her face in her hands, trying to hide from his shocked stair.

“Hey, what was that?” Alya whispered to Marinette as they all started to walk inside. Adrien was directly in front of them and could hear them clearly but he was pretty sure they didn’t realise.

“What? Nothing!” Marinette squeaked.

Adrien rolled his eyes, did they serious think he couldn’t hear them? They’ve done this in class for as long as his been in school aswell. He could constantly feel Marinettes eyes burning into the back of his skull and he constantly heard their whispers and gossip about him.

“I saw it with my own eyes. You were totally staring at each other and got all blushy and bashful.” Alya excites explain, her voice raising in volume slightly before she lower s it once again. “He totally likes you!”

“Really?” Marinettes voice was so hopeful it hurt Adrien heart.

“I swear!” That was it Adrien was done. He didn’t want to confront the situation like this but he couldn’t let Alya let her onto him any longer, he liked Marinette, she was an awesome friend and she sure as hell didn’t deserve this false hope.

He suddenly stopped walking. Both girl didn’t realise and walked straight into his back. They all staggered for a second, almost losing their balance before stabilising themselves on the cabin walls.

“Hey! What the heck dude?” Alya snapped, rubbing her forehead.

Adrien ignore her as he turned around and stared her down. She faltered a little under his glare. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. When he opened his eyes both girls were giving him questioning looks, although Alya look slightly more annoyed.

“Alya, you need to stop.” He calmly said, the girl looked startled.

“What?” She asked confused. Adrien sighed turning his attention to Marinette instead.

“Marinette, you’re a sweet girl but I’m sorry, I just don’t like you like that.” He bit his lip, his brow furrowed. He felt extremely guilty but it was a nessicary evil.

Marinette looked like a deer caught in headlights, she fumbled over her words for a second and Adrien could of swore she was going to try to deny her feelings for him. Instead she just clamped her mouth shut, adverted eye contact with him and nodded. Adrien’s grimaced as he saw her shoulders shake, was she crying?

“What the hell?” Alya hissed, stepping into his personal space. “Why did you do that?” She side glanced at Marinette who was obviously trying her hardest not to full on bawl.

“Because YOU keep leading her on. I don’t like her Alya yet you fuel her crush by giving her false hope.” He hissed under his breath, side glancing Marinette.

“Me? You’re the one that lead her on!” Alya snapped back, pointing an acusing finger at him. Adrien was completely baffled, how had he lead her on?

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the one that gave her false hope! You were always flirting with her!” Adrien’s mind was reeling! When did he ever flirt with Marinette? Even when he was in denial about his sexuality, the only women he flirted with was Ladybug.

“When?” He weakly asks, he swore he never lead her on but Alya seemed so sure of herself that he was starting to doubt himself.

“You’re always hanging out with us and being extra nice to her.”

“Wait-“

“And you made her that good luck charm!”

“But that-“

“And you always compliment her fashion and you even called her our every day Ladybug!” Alya yelled,throwing her hands up in frustration. Adrien was thankful that they were the last three to walk inside but after her outburst he was sure everyone on the ship heard.

“I was only being nice, I wasn’t flirting nor did I mean to lead her on if I did!” Adrien finally said, lowly but as firmly.

Alya’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, she opened her mouth, ready to tear hi, a new one when Marinette finally spoke up.

“He’s right.” She whispered. Adrien and Alya both froze, turning their full attention to Marinette.

Marinette slowly raised her head and her watery eyes meet Alya’s.

“No, no, no! Honey” Alya cried as she reached out to comfort Marinette but the girl flinched away from her. Alya looked really hurt by her action, her own amber eyes watering.

“He never lead me on. He was just doing nice things that you amped up in my mind.” She bit her lip and turned her face from Alya.

“I’m sorry, Mari! I swear I thought he liked you, I still think he does. He has too!” Alya growled.

“Don’t worry about Alya, he loves someone else.” A tear slid down Marinette’d pink cheeks as she whispered that.

Alya’s face broke when she saw the tear and whipped her head back around to Adrien, fury in her eyes!

“Who is it that you like, huh?” She yelled. Adrien heard footsteps approaching, realising it was probably the rest of the group, he choose to ignore them and focus on the problem at hand, Alya.

“That’s none of your business.” He snapped back, thoroughly fed up with her attitude.

“Yeah it is!” She placed her hands on her hips “I think we have the right to know who your choosing over Marinette! So who is the mystery girl that’s apparently so great that you can reduce Marinette to tears over.”

Adrien grind his back teeth together, a growl for,ing in the back of his throat as his anger built with every ridiculous word that came out of Alya’s mouth. Finally he snapped.

“There isn’t a girl!”

“I don’t believe you! You just said outside that you like someone.” Alya screamed, pointing to the door they just walked in from. She took a step closer to Adrien as she stared him down.”Who is she? What does she have that Marinette doesn’t?”

“First of all a dick!” Adrien screamed right back, absolutely losing his shit. Alya took a step back in shock, from his loud out burst of what he actually said, he didn’t know. “I’m gay! I like boys, okay?”

“I-I..what? No, no you don’t.” Alya furrowed her brow in confusion. “You’re straight you have to be!” She still tried to argue.

“Well, pity, because I am.” He spat. “I don’t like girl, I’m 100% Strictly dickly!”

He heard someone snort behind him and he normally would thrive in the presences of someone enjoying his jokes but he was too busy staring Alya down.

“Who do you like then?” She smirked, one eyebrow cocked up like what she just asked was a challenge.

“Why do you care so much?” He groaned, “why can’t I be happy with being who I am and be happy with who I’m attracted too? Do I need to pretend to like girls and force myself to date Marinette for you to leave me alone? Are you that homophobic!” He took a step towards her causing her to take one back.

“I’m not homophobic!” She growled. “You know I’m not! I just don’t believe your gay. I think you’re making this up because you don’t want to tell us who you really have feelings for! Is it Kagami?”

“No.”

“Lila?”

“No!”

“Chloe?”

“No, no, no!” He threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You can guess as many girls as you like but you’ll never be right! because he isn’t a girl!”

Alya opened her mouth again.

“It’s Luka!” He screamed. “I have feelings for Luka!”

Everything was quiet after that. Adrien thought Alya finally believed him, expecially by the shocked expression she was wearing. That was until he realised she was looking behind him, oh god.

Adrien sounds around to see Juleka, Rose and Nino, like he expected but between the, was Luka who had a very shocked expression on his face. Adrien’s face heated up as tears gathered in his eyes.

“Adrien..” Luka softly said but it was too late. Adrien spun around and faced a guilty looking Alya once again.

“Are you happy?” He yelped before shoving past both her and Marinette and running up deck again.

Pathetic cold wind stun his tear stained cheeks as he ran over to the edge of the boat. He growled in frustration as he realised the plank wasn’t set up so he could cross back to land.

He felt movement in his breast pocket, a reminder that Plagg was here and he wasn’t alone. He was about to open his jacket and talk to his Kwami when a voice called out his name, stopping him.

“Adrien!”

His whole body froze as he instantly recognised the voice, it was Luka. He refused to turn around, too embarrassed by the tears that were still falling. At this point in time he didn’t even know why he was crying, he just had too many emotions swirling around inside him and his tears were their only outlet.

“Hey.” Luka whispered above him as he appear right next to him, pulling him towards the older man and wrapping his arms around him. “Shh, let it out.”

Lula rubbed his back and he sobbed into his chest. If he wasn’t feeling so distraught right now, he’d properly feel ashamed of the way he desperate cringed onto the other lad, the way his tears stained his cheek and they way he cried out his name over and over again. But he wasn’t in the right state of mind to question comfort when he needed it, expecially from the person he craved it the most from. All he cared about now was the fact that his friends didn’t accept him. After all the time of worrying about what everyone would think, that his Father would disown him, his friends would hate him and Luka would be disgusted in him, it was finally all coming true.

“I-I’m Sorry.” Adrien hiccuped.

“What are you sorry for?” Luka whispered in his hair.

“For being gay a-and” he sobbed, “sorry for liking you.”

Luka sighed, squeezing his tighter.

“Don’t you dare apologise for that! You never, ever apologise ever again for being who you are darling!” He pulled back from the boy, only slightly, keeping him within arms length. “I have feelings for you too Adrien. This isn’t the way I ever wanted us to admit them to one another but I’m very happy that you return my feelings.” Luka kissed his forehead and Adrien melted into his touch.

“Do you really?” Adrien whispered quietly, almost childlike. Luka smiled down at him, his gaze so soft and for of fondess for the younger boy.

“I really, really do.” He conformed, kissing Adrien’s nose, then his left cheek.

Adrien blushed at the affection Luka was giving him, his past troubles momentarily gone.

“Please let me be yours.” Luka whispered, kissing his right cheek now. Adrien blushed from his neck upwards, his heart beating rapidly and butterflies forming in his stomach.

“Only if I can be yours aswell?” Adrien whsipered back, a surge of confidence taking over his body. His leaned onto the tip of his toes and pressed his lips agaisnt Lukas. The older boy gasped in surprise but soon fell into the rhythm of the kiss. After a few soft and blissful seconds the two boys pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” Luka breathless laughed. Adrien giggled and nodded his head.

“Yes.”

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soulflamesketches · 5 years ago

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Almost a Mirror (Short Story)

Summary: A lone human crash survivor is found by a race of aliens known as the Kakoreans and brought in for recovery. They wake up under their care, cautious but curious of the room and world around them. The survivor is visited by the one that discovered them often. Over time, Elion grows on the human. Turns out Humans and Kakoreans aren't that different.

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Kakoro (Ka-Ko-rou) - Referring to the Planet.

Kakoreans (Ka-Ko-rou-ree-ins)- Species on the Planet Kakoro.

Elion (El-ee-on) - Character Name.

Serephant (Sarah-fant) - Referring to the Aquatic variety of Kakoreans.

Saharamph (Se-ha-ra-emph) - Referring to the Desert variety of Kakoreans.

Draykle (Dray-kel) - Referring to the Arctic variety of Kakoreans.

Wyrmtain (Worm-tain) - Referring to the Mountain variety of Kakoreans.

Alphein (Al-fein) - Referring to the Planetary capital of Kakoro

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The crash was a scattering of fragments in my head. A blur that I couldn’t focus on. The details in my memory resurfaced when ‘they’ found me. Now, here I am. Sitting on a comfortable bed, like the ones back in the hospitals of Earth. Perhaps a little bigger to accommodate the natives. The natives ‘here’ were far more common than a stray human being like me. This WHOLE event was not what I expected - maybe I watched too many alien movies as a kid.

You tell me: what do you predict would happen if aliens found you as the lone survivor? If you watched all those Hollywood movies, you might expect to be experimented on. Even probed. This would not be the case. These… aliens simply brought me ‘here,’ wherever ‘here’ is. ‘Kakoro’ was the name given to me, albeit hesitantly, when I enquired the whereabouts of my present location.

Knock! Knock!

A small shriek escaped my throat as I leapt into a sitting position. “Careful!” Yelled a voice from the entrance. Too late, the pain shot through me like the static shocks my brother used to attack me with as kids. He would rub his socks on the carpet, before proceeding to poke me with his finger, sending a zap of currents along my skin. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I even knocked this time!” Panicked the alien as she rushed over to me.

Oh yeah, that’s Elion. According to the doctor alien, she was the captain of the group that found me. She’s been visiting me ever since she brought me here. I’m still unsure of how to react while she’s with me. I’m still unsure of how to describe her, I’ve seen so many differences between them: Different types of scales, different appendages like wings and fins...

“I know, I know…” I growled with grit teeth, clenching my side. My grip slowly released when Elion placed her hands gently on my back and arm. The hand on my back rubbing in small circles. Just like Dad did whenever I scraped my knee, except I was tense here. “You better hope you didn’t pull your stitches,” Elion warned, lifting the fabric covering it to check.

All I could do was stare at her while she observed my wound. Most of her body was covered in small green and blue fish-like scales, all varied in their tone and shade. Pink skin emerged from the scales to make her underbelly and the bulk of her face. When I asked, they told me that she was part of the aquatic variants of the entire species. Hence why she had fin-like appendages on her back, hands and ears. Seeing Elion’s ‘unique’ features were hard to process - especially with high school biology classes failing to teach about alien life forms.

“Alright, you’re fine.” Elion’s voice broke my train of thought and my stare as I sheepishly looked away, silently hoping she didn’t notice my actions. “Sorry again.” She quickly added, her finned ears folding down like a hurt puppy. With a sigh, I placed a hand on her head, softly ruffling her short brown hair. “Stop apologising. I was in my own little world anyway,” I dismissed, offering her a small smile. She smiled in return, gently holding my wrist.

“Besides that little scare, how are you feeling?” She asked while letting go of my wrist, which I returned to rest upon my lap. “Alright, I guess? I still can’t get out of bed and I haven’t talked to anyone about the crash or my crew,” I tried to explain only to become jittery as I went. “I feel like I’m stuck - Which I am! I can only sit here! I don't have any input in the situation.” My head hung, my throat tightened while I frustratedly ranted to her.

“Give me a moment, I’ll be back, promise!” Elion said, dashing out of the room, the claws on her feet making small ‘tik tak’ sounds as she went.

Great, now I’m alone with my thoughts again. Another sigh left me as I shifted to lay down again, only for Elion to jump back into view with a dramatic exclamation of “I’m back!” before I could move an inch. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, to think that I was terrified of this goofball when I first saw her. Eli grinned, seeming proud of the results she got. “Look at this! She can laugh!” Her laughter joined my own at our exchange. It’s like we were old friends from Uni.

Seemingly floating by her side was a transparent tablet screen that most of the official personal carry with them. I can only assume the purpose of the tablets. Taking her place at my side again, the tablet moved smoothly as it followed her and came to rest in her field of vision, she swiped across the tablet screen to summon a keypad containing the letters of their language. “You mentioned you were with a company, do you know where they are? I can attempt to contact them.”

“Really? I thought only an official could handle that,” My eyebrows knitted together as I questioned her, but she only smiled smugly “Dear little human, I am an official!” Eli declared, “Now what sector?” She questioned again. She tapped the keys in rapid succession with my words, her small claws making a small tap noise, much like the claw on her feet before. A galactic map appeared on the screen, zooming into the sector she typed, more notes in their language appearing on the side.

“And... there they are. This is the right ship?” Eli grabbed the tablet from the air and held it out to me. How the hell was this thing floating before!? It’s heavy! The screen then displayed the U.S.S. Victoria, the docking station that brought us all here. “Yeah, that’s it.” A sense of relief washed over me, glad that they were still there. The crash must have sent them into a frenzy, probably about the paperwork involved rather than finding me. “Fantastic! I’ll take this to the main com and we can call them over!”

I smiled. This was all going smoothly, was their whole planet like this? Were the others like this? I certainly hope so. I haven’t had a fun talk with anyone since I started my job. Everyone was so laser-focused on the job like their chairs had sticks to go up their asses. But Eli was so loose like her job was just second nature to her.

“Get some rest, I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll even help you out of the bed, how does that sound?” Eli asked, wrapping her long arm around my shoulders. “Sounds like I’m an old lady who needs her walking stick,” I sighed, hitting her hand away when she reached up to pinch my cheek “You kinda do, squirt. I’ll see you tomorrow,” With that, she left my room. For once, I didn’t feel uncomfortable being in this room that was obviously too big for me. It felt like I fit right in for once…

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“Wakey, Wakey, sleepyhead” I heard a sing-song voice above me while I shifted under the warm sheets. After a few more moments of refusing to move, Eli sighed and started poking me in the shoulder. “Come on, I know you’re awake. I can hear your thoughts.”

Jesus, it was like being woken up for school by mum every morning. Wait, did she just say she could hear my thoughts? “Yes, I did. Now get up. Let’s get you ready!” Eli laughed, now patting my shoulder. I opened my eyes to look up at the excited Kakorean. “What’s with the wake-up call? What time is it?” I inquired as I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes clear of sleep.

“Uh, Earth time? About 9:30 in the morning.”

Well, at least it wasn't as early as I got up for work, which was 6 am every morning even if it was a weekend. We were barely given time off since we were stuck on the ship. Elion clapped her hands together before rubbing them together excitedly, like a villain from a James Bond movie. “Let’s get you dressed, I’m taking you out.”

“Wait, ‘out’? Where?” Fatigue seemed to disappear. Now, she had my attention and I was the excited puppy in the situation. Eli laughed again, ruffling my hair. “Outside! You’ve been in this room for too long. Time to explore!”

Eli proceeded to help me shift to the edge of the bed even though I didn’t need that much help. It wasn’t my legs that were injured. But it was the thought that counts, right? Well, apparently I was wrong, cause pain still shot through my side when I tried to walk. Thankfully Eli caught me whilst scolding me to be more careful.

“Can I get a wheelchair in here please?” Eli called out into the hallway. Said object was promptly brought over to her and I was placed onto the seat like a baby placed in its stroller. The seat size was not that much bigger than me, which was surprising.

After we both thanked the nurse, Eli guided the wheelchair out of the room. As we travelled through the hallways, I took in everything I could see. Mainly the people. Doctors, patients and visiting friends or family. The atmosphere was so warm, much warmer than the hospitals of Earth. I was hard to explain it as more than just that, but it felt like it deserved a Shakespeare length monologue to describe it.

Exiting the hospital, the light was initially blinding compared to the inside lights, I covered my eyes for a moment before peeking out again once my eyes had adjusted to the light. I sighed in content after I took in a breath of fresh air. “Don’t go falling asleep now, we’ve barely left the building,” Eli teased while she giggled.

“Welcome to Alphein. The capital of Kakoro.”

The city before me felt like the city of Melbourne in size, maybe it was even bigger, this planet is full of surprises after all. Some Kakoreans flew to their destination overhead while those without wings continued on the ground. “So some can fly and some can’t?” I asked curiously, looking over my shoulder to Eli as she pushed the wheelchair onto the path, joining the crowd.

“Yep. There are fours subspecies on our planet. After a continental divide millions of years ago, we had to evolve the different climates. Those lads flying overhead are most likely the Wyrmtains or the Mountain Kakorean. They evolved in the Hydran Peaks.” Eli pointed upwards to them as she explained.

Then she gestured to another winged Kakorean, but unlike the light-skinned Wyrmtain, this one had dark skin and sand coloured scales upon their skin. “They are a Saharamph, they evolved in the desert. The first Alpha was a Saharmph.” And she continued on like this about the last two subspecies.

The Draykle were the Arctic variety. They didn’t have wings or long ears, they were big and fluffy because they were built for the cold and often needed to trim when they had to spend some time in another region of the planet.

Last but not least were the Seraphant, or the Aquatics, just like Elion. Lean and strong to swim through the seas and a lot of fins.

“What’s an ‘Alpha’?” I raised an eyebrow. “A Leader. The leader of our species and our planet. There’s a long story behind the unification of our whole species and planet, it’s basically legend now.” Eli responded, her brown eyes nearly sparkling as she spoke. Like a child hearing their favourite bedtime story for the umpteenth time but was never tired of it. “I actually know the current Alpha. Deru’s a good friend of mine.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep! Now, enough about here. Tell me about the Earth. I’ve only been there once for a mission but that was in the ocean.” Eli stopped the wheelchair at a cafe table just before a beach. The view was beautiful. Sparkling crystal seawater trying to reach further and further up the coastline, but always stopping at the same point. Other Serephants young and old were playing on the beach or resting in the tidal water.

Eli sat on the seat across from me on the table, looking at me eager to hear what I had to say. “What do you want to hear about?” I asked, feeling like I was put on the spot. It was such a broad question that I didn’t know where to begin. “Anything, really. How about your childhood?” She suggested, trying to clarify what she was looking for.

I hummed, running a hand through my hair as I thought about my answer. “A typical day that I can recall would be during school holidays. My brother and I would just play outside for most of the day, only coming inside when mum told us to. Which was for food and then bed. I remember for lunch we had fish fingers a lot, mostly because it was the easiest thing to cook while also needing to watch us. Just put them in the oven to heat up,” I chuckled, remembering the laziness of mum in the past. I’d be the same though if I’m being honest.

“‘Fish Fingers’?” Eli tilted her head. “But Earth fish, from my research, do not have fingers. The only aquatic being with fingers on Earth is the…. Uh, the…. Damnit, what’s it called?” She tapped her temple lightly but furiously as she tried to find the word. She then snapped her fingers “Axolotl! That’s it!” She grinned, proud that she remembered the word.

Another chuckle escaped my throat while I took a moment to look over the scenery once more. The beaches were clean, without a spec of garbage. I wonder what the reefs were like under the waves, maybe it was like the Great Barrier Reef back home. Probably much more gorgeous ever since the reef started to decay a few years back. Maybe Earth could have been like this planet if we weren’t so careless.

Returning to Eli, I explained “They weren’t actual fingers, Li. They were called that because of their shape. They were just made of fish. Different types depending on the brand you got.” The kakorean nodded, acknowledging everything she was hearing. Her smile widened and she giggled to herself. “What is it?” I inquired, raising a brow at the alien.

“If they’re made out of fish, can I turn my brothers into fish fingers?” Eli leant against the table, nearly doubled over in laughter. I covered my mouth, trying to hold in the laughter that Elion wasn’t even trying to. Reminds me of the time I wished my brother was chop liver when he was an annoying tyke. “Does that make you the third fish finger then?” I teased with a smirk. Eli looked at me with feigned offence, a hand placed over her chest as if she was holding her heart.

Then, as if on cue, a scaly arm wrapped around Eli’s head, catching the female in a headlock while she struggled, trying to push the face of her assailant away. “Hey, sis! This the human you were talking about?” The aquatic male had a similar scale pattern to Elion, similar short brown hair and brown eyes. Must be one of the brothers she mentioned.

“Remi! Let go of me! Or I swear on the Alpha’s name, I will--” Eli was snapping at the male while still trying to shove away. But I was pulled from listening by a tap on my shoulder. On my other side was another aquatic male, but he looked just like the other one that was bothering Eli.

“Hello! I’m Tate, it’s lovely to meet you,” He held out his finned hand for a handshake, which I shook as I introduced myself in return. “We heard that she was taking for a walk and we just had to come by!” He grinned the same toothy grin as Eli. They like cheeky buggers, just like my own brother.

Tate and I looked back at Remi and Eli as they continued to squabble. Being out here felt like a day out with friends. I haven’t had that in a long time. These fish fingers made me feel like this was home. I could stay here forever...

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“Tell me if you’re in pain, cause I’ll stop right away and let you rest-”

“Eli! I’m fine, just don’t let go of me please,”

“Only if you promise not to be too sweaty, we wouldn’t want you to slip,” The Aquatic Kakorean smirked, holding my hands securely as I gripped her scaled hands in return. “Oh, shut up!” We laughed as she slowly pulled me up from the bed. I was on my own two feet again, back in my uniform once again. They were waiting outside, it was time to leave Kakoro. But part of me didn’t want to. In the days after contacting the ship, Eli took me out of my room and taught me about the planet.

I met many people here, from all corners of the planet. Other Aquatics, Desert, Mountain and Arctic Kakoreans - or Serephant, Saharamph, Draykle and Wyrmtain as Eli explained. It was just like Earth’s nationalities. I’m glad Eli was the one to find me.

“Alright I’m steady,” I stated, but I still held onto Eli’s hand as she walked me out of the hospital. Doctors nodded and smiled as we passed them which I returned no problem. Exiting the building, a shuttle was positioned among the Kakorean ships nearby. Human officers standing alongside Kakoreans, stiffly standing by with them. They looked just as uncomfortable as I was when I first got in. “Officer, thank god you’re alright!” Peggy smiled when she saw me, stepping forward to hug me, but stopped when she looked up at Eli. Noticing her gaze, Eli let go of my hand and nudged me forward.

Peggy then hugged me tightly, I returned the embrace, but my focus was on Eli. Her knitted brows and lowered ears. “Come now, officer. Let’s get you home” My higher-ups ordered, the rest of the group returning to the ship. “One-second sir,” I said, turning to my friend. She was still looking away, the male Arctic Kakorean next to her - Named Dante - rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. I hugged her, catching her off guard. “What… what are you doing?” She stuttered, a pink hue dusting her cheeks.

“Saying goodbye to my friend,” I muttered, giving her a gentle squeeze as I rested my head on her chest. The soft beating of her heart next to my ear. Eli returned the embrace just as tightly, nuzzling her face into my hair.

“You should come to visit sometime, my friends on Earth would love you,” I told, certainty in my voice as I stepped out of the embrace on my way to the ship to join my species. Eli’s ears bent down sheepishly as she scratched her cheek “I doubt I’d fit in, squirt.” She smiled sadly, raising her hand to wave at me. I grinned as I spoke my next words, also said with certainty. It caused her brown eyes to widen, surprised at my words before she smiled softly in return. They glistened with what appeared to be tears.

“Trust me, Fish Fingers! You’d fit right in!”

#Original short story #original story #original female character #unnamed female character #Kakoreans #Ejderhalar #Original content #Kakoro #human lone survivor #human female character #female alien character #alien/human friendship #empathy #not so short story #i tried to make it short #really didn't work

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entesi · 5 years ago

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This has been pending for a while but I'm finally in the script developing stage! This webcomic is going to be my biggest project yet, and I hope to have many people see and read it ;u; It has themes for LGBTQIAP+ characters as well as neurodivergent ones, but there's also a really long plot I have planned for the story. Lots of action, secrets, cool aliens, stuff like that lmao. I've posted a number of XEi stuff already so please feel free to check out my gallery (or the comic's social media links) for more. Please reblog to get the word out!!

What is the XEi Webcomic?

The comic is named after its central plot, an alien government by the name of XEi. (Pronounced ex-ee-ay) They’ve colonised so much of the universe they’ve seen basically everything! Aliens, humans, dragons, merpeople, goblins... the list goes on!

What importance does this have to the story, you may ask? Well, the plot revolves around three brave souls that work for the aforementioned government; Axel Drous, a human boy with extraordinary powers; Tüun, a bug-like alien from a world called Scvorpo; and Vaa-Spark, the coolest cyborg in the galaxy! All three of them have very interesting stories to them and why they all came together, so keep your eyes peeled for the webcomic!

Axel, Tüun and Vaa-Spark travel the galaxy with their AI powered ship to see what planets, dimensions and creatures they can discover. All three, despite having the same goal, are doing this for various reasons; Axel wishes to find out what creatures bestowed him his alien abilities, Tüun wishes to clear his criminal name from the XEi Database, and Vaa-Spark wishes to regain her memories from when she was a human. whic

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One summarises how Jamison Drous comes to work for the XEi. A simple human boy living in Australia, Jamie is pulled out of his school by his mother due to a recent worldwide accomplishment; aliens had been proven to exist and first contact with them was successful. As the mother of an alien fanatic, Mrs Drous knew her son would want to become part of the discoveries and planned on enrolling him in a local scientist study. On their way however, something happens to poor Jamie; turning him into something never seen before on Earth.

Now in control of the DNA of wide array of alien abilities, Jamie is discovered by the XEi through their soldier Aramus, who builds the human boy a special suit to help control his abilities. In return, Jamie promises to help the alien government, and takes on the alias ‘Axel’ to sound, quite bluntly, ‘like a badass.’ (In his words!) Stay tuned for the upcoming pages to see everything that goes on in his story!

Pages will be posted at Tapas.io: tapas.io/series/XEi

And updates regularly to the Discord Server: discord.gg/zRUdPnN

Stay tuned for the Patreon and Amino!

There is a Tumblr blog, which you're free to look at, (@/xei-webcomic) however it currently is a bit inactve until I finish setting everything up. It'll have tons of character info when done though!

You do not have my permission to edit, redistribute or make profit off of any of my art pieces on my blogs. If you wish to do one of these things, it must not be commission work and must be discussed with me beforehand. All work is owned by me. Thank you!

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dejjafont-blog · 5 years ago

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The New Hero

ee(This story involves New hero x Chat Noir, Adrienette/Lukanette and other ships. This story is for my own amusement, and follows parts of the story line. If anything doesn’t add up it’s because I’ve taken my own twist. I will try my best to stick to the Zag style of things and keep it PG... for the most part. If any part of the story goes beyond the “Zag” line I’ll put a warning at the beginning of the chapter. Also, I like to keep a slow pace in stories to get a better development in the characters relationships. If you have seen/see this story anywhere please let me know, for I have not published this anywhere else. This is my original character/super heroine, Miraculous, Kwami, ect, please don’t claim as your own. I’m keeping this story in English, when it comes to French, I know little to nothing. If you’d like, follow me on Amino (Marichat-26030471) Okay! Happy reading!)

Chapter One

* * Welcome to Paris * *

Today’s the day. It’s been officially a week since we’ve moved into our new house.. in Paris, you think I’d be thrilled? I’m not. There’s nothing here for me, all my friends, family remains back home in Washington, living in the states was all I knew.

From what I’ve seen so far, Paris is unlike all the stereotypical expectations I’ve heard thus far. It’s gloomy, cold and wet, just about how I emotionally feel about being here. To be fair though, I’ve only seen Paris out from windows, I’ve been so occupied with unpacking and enrollment for school, I’ve had little to no time for myself and frankly, I’m to scared to wonder the foreign streets especially alone.

Mom has been busy since the day we’ve arrived, since this is the reason why we’re here, her promotion to expand the Clementines Industries to the country of France, moreover the city of Paris in hopes to go international with their Fashion line and what other city holds the perfect title for fashion then the City of Paris?

My little sister Julia, that’s all she is, my little sister. There’s no way I’d take her with me through Paris with that responsibility on my shoulders, I wouldn’t find the time to take my eyes off her or she’d be lost in an instant. And dad? Well, he passed away six years ago, so there’s only us.

The week has been filled with nothing but unpacking and jet lag, being home alone most of the time, only seeing mom during the early mornings and late evenings, but today is different. Today is the day I start school and I couldn’t be more nervous.

Mom is currently on the phone, as usual, preparing her store for the grand opening taking place in a week. She stood behind the kitchens island packing Julia’s lunch as Julia sat on a bar stool staring at mom rapidly place everything into the lunch box, I on the other hand am staring at a piece of paper with the directions to school. I wish I could just take a bus like any other student but of course I was walking distance of the school, three minutes tops, but still there’s a lot of turns that I can easily mess up on.

As I studied the directions I can hear my mom ending her call, sliding the lunch box to Julia.

“Here you go honey.” she said looking at her phone before adding “The bus should be here in a few minutes to pick you up, so why don’t you go stand by the door and wait.” I looked up to see Julia nodding while stuffing her lunch box into her backpack. They quickly exchanged hugs, and as Julia walked passes me she sticks out her tongue, she knew how much I wanted to take a bus.

Rolling my eyes, I looked over to mom again, she continued to look and type on her phone without fail. Maybe she could drop me off at school today? Just this once wouldn’t hurt.

“Mom, could you drop me off at school today?” I questioned. With no hesitation she shook her head “No Isabella, you need to learn the route. Besides the fresh air will do you good.” she said finally looking up from her phone, putting on a smile. I groaned.

“Okay, but if I get kidnapped it’s not my fault.” I said holstering my bag into my shoulder.

“You’ll be fine, just stick to the sidewalks and follow the guide.” she said glancing at her phone once again. “You should get a move on, you don’t want to be late for your first day.” she added. Simply nodding, I saluted her before walking to the front door, which was half way open. There, Julia running towards the bus which stopped directly in front of our house.

Stepping out I shut the door behind me as I walked down the stairs and onto the side walk.I looked down once more at the paper in my hands before turning right to begin my journey.

Walking down the sidewalk, I turned right again followed by a left and soon I came to a halt at a traffic light. Cars zooming from both directions. Looking down both roads I could tell I was gonna be standing here for a few minutes.

Glancing around I took in the surroundings, in front stood the massive school which let off an intimidating aurora that made my stomach do flips, just behind the school to my surprise I could see part of the Eiffel Tower, which I would like to visit sometime. to my right there was just loads of buildings and endless roads. I slowly turned around to read the sign on the building behind me, reading Boulangerie Patissrie. It’s a small corned store with tinted windows, but from what I can smell, it’s possibly a restaurant of some sort, which smells amazing, I just might stop in on my way home today.

I returned my eyes back on the road in front of me, as it was still as busy as it was a minute ago, sighing I continued to look around at the architecture of the buildings. The small balconies, french doors, the curves of the roofs, all screams French but it is very beautiful, nothing you’d ever see back home. Home..

Digging out my phone from my pocket I unlocked it tapping onto the camera, turning so my back faced the Eiffel Tower I held my phone high. Forcing a smile, my phone clicked. Quickly fumbling to take a look I could see how the Parisian wind messed up my head, but the Eiffel Tower stood in all it’s glory, I can’t delete this. Taking one more look over the picture before sending it off to my friends, I noticed something.

Towards the top of the Eiffel Tower was a red blur, zooming the picture with my fingers I squint my eyes to get a better look of this blur, maybe a bird? What kind of bird is that red and THAT big though?

“Our turn Miss.” My eyes darted from my phone to the voice. A short older man in a red flowery shirt began to walk across the road as my eyes followed him. Blinking myself into reality, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and followed the man across the road. As we met on the other side he turned to face me.

“Thank you for letting me know back there.” I said gesturing to were we stood moments ago, he smiled bowing slightly.

“Just remember to be vigilant, this city can be very” he paused for a second “Unpredictable” I raised an eyebrow, about to question him when he spoke again “in the best way.” he added.

“I will, thank you sir.” I said, he turned to walk away when I remembered the photo again.

“Oh sir!” I walked up to him taking out my phone, unlocking to the picture, he turned with an eyebrow raised.

“Would you happen to know what kind of bird this is?” I turned the phone to him, he began to study it “I know it blurry but what else could it be besides a bird?” I asked as he laughed looking up to me.

“That’s no bird, that’s Ladybug.” he said, I looked at the photo again, how is this a ladybug?

I must of looked confused because he said “You’ll be seeing her around.” he turned back around “She is after all, our hero.” he walked away.

Hero? Like a superhero? Superman hero? Is this guy insane? Maybe he forgot to take his pills this morning.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the school.

Kids stood on the sidewalk talking to each other as others raced up the steps.

I stopped at the stairs and looked up at the building. It is two stories high, with huge red doors, a banner above the entry way, glass windows complimenting the roof. Once again, nothing like back home.

“SABRINA!” someone shouted my head snapped to the direction of the voice behind me. There stood a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes tapping her foot rapidly on the ground glaring at a girl with red short hair and glasses.

“GO BACK AND GET MY BAG NOW!” she yelled again, the red head girl flinched. The girl said something to the blonde, but she just scoffed.

“YOU ARE RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!” she flipped her hair walking towards the stairs... me. I quickly backed away to clear the path as she climbed the stairs, I looked back at the red head who already was in a car, a police car, the lights came on followed by the siren and she was off in seconds.

Gripping my backpacks strap, I hesitantly began to walk up the steps and soon stood frozen. There were crowds of kids in their own groups, talking, laughing, in their own world as I stood here in the doorway wide eyed. Scanning the room I could feel my heart rate increase as I gripped the strap harder. My eyes landed on the blonde girl from earlier talking to another girl with long brown hair and green eyes, their conversation didn’t seem to pleasant, at least to the blonde.

I ripped my eyes off them as I inhaled deeply before walking all the way in, some kids turned to look at me, others didn’t budge, most had smiles but that isn’t really reassuring. I glanced around to the rooms, as they all looked the same. Where is Miss. Bustiers class at?

I walked through the court peering through windows to see if I can come across any name plates on the desks, but there was no luck. Maybe I should just go to the principals office and ask him, at least I know where that is. I turned to walk to the stair case but just as I did that I dumped into a girl with reddish brown hair with glasses.

“I’m sorry” I blurted out rather loudly, getting a few extra looks.

“Don’t sweat it.” she said looking at me.

“Hey, aren’t you the new girl?” she questioned as some guy joined her side, as he is wearing a red hat and glasses. I nodded.

“Yup, that’s me. I’m Isabella Nicholas.” I greeted, they both smiled simultaneously.

“I’m Alya and this is my boyfriend Nino.” Alya replied, Nino looked at Alya and blush before saying “Hey”

“Nice to meet you guys.” I said loosing up my grip on the strap.

“Say, you wouldn’t happened to be in Miss Bustiers class?” I asked and Nino nodded.

“Girl, it’s your lucky day.” Alya said “Miss Bustiers class is on the top floor to the left.” she pointed out as I followed her direction and smiled. I turned back to them.

“Thank you, you saved me a trip to the principals office.” I said letting out a laugh.

“If I can spare your time away from Mr. Damocles, my mission was a success!” Alya laughed at herself as Nino nodded in agreement.

“Girl, you should definitely hang out with us, we can show you the ropes, the ins and out, the dos and don’ts. For example” she said turning me around by the shoulders pointing at the blonde girl again “Stay away from the Queen Bee, aka Chloe Bourgeois, she’s nothing but a royal pain, take it from me.” she said

“Chloe got Alya expelled once.” Nino chimed in.

“Really?” I asked looking at both of them, they just nodded as Alya furrowed her eyebrows together glaring at Chloe before giving her attention back to me.

“It’s a time I hate to remember but whats done is done.” she said flipping her hand and smiling again.

“and you’ve got to meet my best friend Marinette,”

“and my dude Adrien.” Nino added, Alya nodded agreeing.

“yes, oh and the girls.” Alya added looking at Nino then back at me smiling “There’s a lot of people that I’ll introduce to you, and I guarantee by the end of the day, we’ll all be friends.” she said.

“I’d like that Alya, thanks!” I thanked her, and right as she was going to talk a girl with blue black hair in pigtails came running to her side, breathing heavily.

“ALYAWHYDIDN’TYOUANSWERMYMESSAGEADRIENSCARJUSTPULLEDUPANDIDON’THAVETHEPENHELENTMEYESTERDAYANDWHATIFHEGETSMADANDTELLSMEHEDOESNTWANTTOBEFRIENDSANYMOREANDWHATIF-” the girl freaking out was cut off as Alya smiled uneasily pointing towards me. The girl looked at me with wide eyes, looked me up and down before smiling.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” she laughed nervously scratching the back of her head.

“I’m Marinette, you must be the new girl!”

“I’m Isabella.” I greeted back, she smiled wide as her cheeks flushed red, clearly embarrassed.

“Nice to meet you Isabella.” she paused “Sorry you had to hear that, I normally look around my surroundings before going all... err” Marinette said tapping her index fingers together.

“All Marinette?” Alya added, Marinette blushed darker just nodding.

“It’s okay Marinette. That’s such a pretty name!” I complimented wanting to take her mind of her embarrassment. She smiled even wider.

“Thank you, yours is too!”

“and I’m not just saying that because you said mine was but it’s because your name is really pretty to!” she said pretty fast I almost missed it, she giggled and I thanked her. Just then a blonde guy with green eyes appeared by Ninos side, they did a handshake that looks like they made up before turning their attention to us.

“Hey girls.” the blonde greeted Alya and Marinette as his eyes looked at me. Woah, now that’s green.

“You must be the new girl. I’m Adrien.” he said with his hand out. I looked at his hand taken aback a bit, before placing mine in his with a shake.

“Isabella.” we let go and I smiled.

“Sorry about the whole hand shaking, I’m just adapted to it.” he said scratching the back of his hand. Before I could say a word Marinette blurted out.

“HE’S A MODEL.” she froze before giggling. “I mean, he’s a model for his father, the fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste! Which I admire his work, ya!” Marinette said smiling with her teeth as Alya let out a small sigh.

Gabriel Agreste? The name sounds familiar but I can’t quite place it.

“Yeah my father.” Adrien slightly chuckled, looking to the ground then back up to us.

“Anyways!” Alya clapped her hands together. “If you have time after school, I’d be more than happy to show you around the school so you can get the flow of things.” Alya offered. My sister does have her own key and mom won’t be back until evening, so I have plenty of time to look around the place.

“That’d be great Alya!”

“Ah, I hate to cut in like this, but Alya, we’ve got a date with the penguins after school.” Nino spoke up as Alya’s face changed instantly, she face palmed herself.

“How could I forget!.” she muttered shaking her head.

“We’re pairs for our project in Ms. Mendeleive’s class about the environment change in Antarctica, so we’re going to visit the penguins at the zoo to spice up this boring assignment.” she explained.

“I’m so sorry girl, I totally spaced.” she apologized.

“No, it’s fine.’ I said reassuring her. She shook her head.

“How about tomorrow? I can definitely do it tomorrow!” she offered again.

“or I can show you around today?” Marinette said, smiling. “I already finished Ms. Mendeleive’s project and I don’t have anything going on after school, I’d be happy to show you around!” Alya nodded in agreement.

“Sure, sounds like a plan!” I confirmed.

“If you’re looking for some fun after school activities, we’re always looking for new recruits, I’m part of the fencing club! If you’d like, Marinette can bring you by and you can see everyone in action.” Adrien suggested, I nodded.

“Okay, we’ll stop by.” I said, right as the school bell rang.

We exchanged smiles as we walked up the stairs and to Ms Bustiers class.

As we entered I stopped to glance around the room. There is eight sets of tables and benches, stairs up the middle dividing them. Everyone took their seats as I stood awkwardly in place.

The blonde girl from earlier, Chloe entered the classroom with a strut, I quickly moved back as she made no eye contact with me and plopped in her seat. I bit my lip looking at the door for any sign of the teacher but she has yet to come in. I looked towards Marinette and Alya who sat behind Adrien and Nino, Alya motioned me over, so I did.

“You good, girl?” Alya questioned, I nodded.

“Just a little nervous.” I admitted, this time she nodded.

“I get you. I was new last year and I was about to go out of my mind until I met this girl.” Alya said nudging her, as she laughed.

“Hey!” Nino half whispered yelled, as Marinette, Alya and Adrien laughed. I smiled as the teacher walked in. I hurried down the stairs towards Ms Bustier. She set some papers down on her desk as she turned towards me with a warm smile.

“You must be Isabella.” she offered her hand and I shook it.

“I’m Ms. Bustier, and welcome to our class! I’m so glad you can be apart of our homeroom!” she said letting go of my hand. turning towards the class just as the red head girl with the glasses came rushing in, Ms. Bustier looked towards her, motioning for her to sit. She did just that, basically running to the table where Chloe is sitting and sat down.

“Class, this is our newest student, Isabella Nicholas, please give her a warm welcome!” Ms Bustier said sweetly. Some of the students shouted greetings as the rest clapped, and I felt heat warming my cheeks, this is to much.

“It’s not everyday we get a student from America to join our school.” She said turning to me, I gulped.

“As much as I’d like for you to tell us a little bit about yourself, I’m afraid we’re behind as it is.” she said with a frown then instantly smile.

“Do you have any hearing or trouble with your eyesight?” She questioned, I shook my head.

“Great! You can take a seat next to Lila in the back, please.” she said with her hand out, I looked up to meet eyes with the girl I saw talking to Chloe earlier, she smiled widely and waved the slightest. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard Marinette whispered “Good Luck”

Lila scooted over and patted the empty spot next to her, as I wasted no time to sit. She smiled at me and whispered.

“Nice to meet you Isabella, I can already tell we’re gonna be great friends!” I smiled back as Ms Bustier began the lesson.

* * *

Throughout the rest of the day was pretty much the same. Introduced. Seated. Learning. Then I meet the girls Alya talked about and they’re honestly the sweetest, especially Rose, they made me feel welcomed.

Just a few minutes ago the final bell rang and everyone was released. Nino and Alya already departed and so did the rest of the girls, now it’s just me and Marinette as she’s showing me the locker room that’s I’ve already been in but I don’t have the heart to say anything.

“This is my locker and this is Adrien’s.” she said Adrien’s name sweetly. It didn’t take me long to understand how Marinette felt about Adrien, she made herself pretty clear when we first met this morning, the way she talked about him, stuttered and even looked at him, honestly the only reason I agreed to Adrien’s suggestion for the fencing club was I thought Marinette would enjoy it. I have no interest in any physical activity, that’s just me.

“Oh!” Marinette said snapping out of her daze, she smiled walking towards the front door.

“This is the way to the fencing club!” she said peeking out of the closed blinds. I smiled, She really does have crush. I accidentally laughed which caused her to break away from the curtains to look at me with a confused face.

“Oh, do you not want to see the club?” she questioned with sadness in her voice.

“Oh no no no, it’s not that! I still want to see the club, I’m interested!” this time it was me who talked really fast. She smiled and opened the door. We walked out of the locker room to be greeted by the sight of people fencing. Marinette smiled wider looking over the sea of white uniforms, I stood next to her doing the same. Everyone was really into their zones, the sounds of metal clashing together echoed the whole court.

“Let’s sit over there.” Marinette pointed to a bench, nodding, we walked over and sat down still admiring all the talented fencers. I don’t know the first thing that comes to fencing, quite literally nothing, all I know is you wear a uniform to protect yourself and say en-garde to start, other than that my knowledge is quite embarrassing, I just hope no one asks me why I am here in the first place.

“Aren’t they good?!” Marinette squealed still looking over the crowd in front of us.

“Very!” I said, connecting eyes with the coach. I quickly looked away as I can see from the corner of my eye he was approaching us. Oh no.

“Ah, Marinette, do you intend to try out again?” the teacher asked, Marinette quickly shook her head.

“Ahhh! No Mr. D’Argencourt! I’m here with my friend Isabella Nicholas, she’s new to school and wanted-” Marinette got cut off by Mr. D’Argencourt.

“New student? Why yes! Would you like to try out?” he questioned me. Oh. No.

“Well, I-”

“Of course you do! Silly to even question!” He cut in.

“Actually-”

“What size are you? Oh never mind, I’m sure we have a small, lemme go check the rack!” He cut me again this time walking away towards the rack full of uniforms. I blinked a couple of time processing what just happened, Marinette sighed.

“I’m sorry Isabella, I should of said something to help.” Marinette frowned, right then someone approached us, clad in their uniform. Me and Marinette looked at the person as they took off their guard mask revealing a smile Adrien.

“You girls came, so what do you think Isabella?” Adrien questioned. What do I think? I think I’m about to make a fool of myself in front of every person in this room!

“I think Mr.D’Argencourt got carried away by Isabella’s presence, he’s literally getting her a uniform as we speak.” marinette said as we all glanced at the coach rummaging through the rack on high speed.

“So I take that fencing is not for you then?” Adrien asked with a side smile. I can’t lie, I shook my head. He chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I can talk him out of this.” with that, Adrien walked over to the coach, with a few exchanged words the coaches body slouched as his head hung low, as if he’s been defeated. Adrien made his way back over to us with a nervous smile.

“Everything’s good.” he said with a thumbs up.

“I hope I didn’t cause to much trouble.” I said.

“No, he’s fine! I explained I invited you girls to watch us practice, he’s taking it... well.” Adrien hesitated but smiled again. If I didn’t know better, I would of sworn Marinette melted into a puddle just then, I swore I heard her sigh happily.

“Thanks for talking to him, Adrien.” I said.

“No problem.”

“Oh, Isabella, if you’re still free, would you like to go over to my place? My parents run a confectionery and I’m sure I can hook you up with some Macaroons.” Marinette asked. Well, you can’t go wrong with macaroons. especially ones from Paris! I think I have enough time to spend with Marinette.

“Yeah, I’m still free, that sounds great!”

“I’d offer you to join us Adrien, but I feel like I already know the answer.” Marinette said with disappointment in her voice, yet she smiled small. Adrien frowned and nodded.

“I wish I could but father would never let me skip practice especially to just hang out. Sorry.” he said with disappointment in his voice. Marinette just nodded understandingly before standing up.

“Well I hope someday you can join me-US I mean us for some pastries.” Marinette said smiling widely now, Adrien nodded with half a smile.

“Maybe someday.” he said low.

“Adrien, it is time for the final match!” Mr. D’Argencourt called out. Adrien nodded towards him before turning back to us.

“Well, I’ll see you girls on Monday.” Adrien said before putting on his guard mask and rejoining the group. Marinette gave one last look to him before I stood up to follow her out of the school. We came to the traffic light and stopped, the roads just as busy as they were this morning.

“So, you and Adrien, huh?” I questioned. Wait why did I just say that? Marinette squeaked and looked towards me with wide eyes. She stared at me like that for a second, as her eye twitched, soon she let out a small laugh.

“What?! Pfttt, no! He’s my friend!” she said smiling with a roll of her eyes, I just stared back at her. She looked back at me and we stared at each other for a good 10 seconds before she broke.

“IS IT REALLY THAT OBVIOUS?” She hunched over covering her eyes. I patted her shoulder.

“Well no... but yes.” I said as she groaned. She looked up from her hands and stared directly into my eyes.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this ESPECIALLY Adrien! I mean, Alya and Nino already know and there’s Chloe but that’s a long story, oh and the girls know as well, but Adrien can not know! Or even worst, Lila! Please don’t tell her!” Marinette rambled and begged.

“It’s okay Marinette! I promise I won’t tell a soul!” I promised, which I intend to keep. She smiled and stood up straight.

“Thank you Isabella.” she said relieved.

“You guys really do make a cute couple.” I added and she beamed.

“We do?! WE DO DON’T WE! I could imagine us getting married and having three kids and a little tiny hamster!” she jumped up and down, as the cars stopped for us to cross. When we got to the other side, Marinette stopped before entering.

“Alright before we head in I gotta warn you. My parents, well my dad can be a bit.” she tossed her hands back and forth.

“Embarrassing, completely embarrassing.” she said folding her arms looking away.

“I know a thing or two about embarrassing parents, it’s okay Marinette.” I reassured her. She smiled and opened the door as we walked in.

“Welcome!” two voices boomed.

“Ah, if it isn’t my daughter and I see she brought a friend that’s not Alya today! Good job, honey! Way to extend!” her father, a very tall man with a mustache approached us followed by his wife I assume.

“Dad.” Marinette groaned hugging both her parents.

“So who is this Marinette? I don’t believe I’ve seen her around before.” the woman said with a smile. She is much shorter than her husband with short hair, almost the same color as Marinettes.

“This is my new friend, Isabella. She just moved here from America!” Marinette beamed, as they both looked surprised.

“Isabella, this is my dad Tom and my mom Sabine.” Marinette introduced them.

“Pleasure to meet you.” I said, fidgeting my hand not knowing if I should shake their hands or not. Sabine smiled and bowed slightly as Tom put his hand on his wife’s shoulder.

“You as well.” Sabine said.

“Well! Since all the formalities are out of the way, why don’t you and Isabella try some of my new strawberry kiwi croissants! They’re just a test of course, for our summer special next year but it’s always good to be prepared!” Tom said gesturing to a tray of pink flaked with green kiwi shreds topped with melted sugar croissants.

“Oh they look good dad!” Marinette complimented walking towards the tray as I followed, she picked up two and handed me one.

“Cheers” she said as we tapped our croissants together before taking a bite. The thought of kiwi in a croissant isn’t really ideal, but somehow he managed to mix all the flavors so perfectly, they clash together tastefully! I must of made a face because both Tom and Sabine laughed.

“These are outstanding!” I said examining what left I had of my croissant as I heard Marinette agree.

“This is my first real pastry of Paris and it has truly blown me away!” Tom smiled as if he tried to hold back tears, Sabine patting his arm.

“Thank you.” he said.

“But this can not do.” he said, tightening up his apron.

“Dad?” Marinette questioned as Tom walked closer to me.

“You need to try everything!” he said grabbing a tray that was covered in foil to reveal a nicely stack of pink, yellow and green Macaroons. He handed me the tray.

“Pink champagne, Marmalade and Pistachio! Please try each one!” he said cupping his hands together in anticipation.

“Dad!” “Tom!” Marinette and Sabine said at the same time giving Tom warning looks. Tom rolled his eyes before added.

“That is, if you’d like.” he smiled.

“Uh, sure, three wouldn’t hurt! Plus, I’ve always wanted to try a authentic Macaroon!” I said grabbing one of each flavor.

“That’s the spirit!” Tom said putting the tray back on the counter. I tried the Pink champagne first. Oh boy! The texture was smooth, the jelly is like what I’d dream a pink cloud tasting like, it’s absolutely yummy!

“That was unlike anything I’ve ever had before, it’s so good it didn’t even taste real!” I said as Tom smiled even wider. Marinette cleared her throat.

“Dad, I’m not allowing Isabella to stay down here and be your personal taste tester.” Marinette said folding her arms, as Sabine agreed.

“Let the girls enjoy some time to their selves, Tom. I’ll help you decipher the Macaroons.” Tom frowned but nodded understandably.

“Alright, have fun girls.” Tom said brushing his hands on his apron. Marinette tapped me to follower her, so I did. As we climbed the stairs, I finished both of the other macaroons that were just as good, possibly even better? Soon we came to a halt at a door. Marinette dug out a key from her purse and unlocked the door. We walked in to the living room but Marinette continued towards more stairs, I just kept following. We soon came to a hatch and she pushed it up opening it. After we climbed up, I took this chance to admire her bedroom.

Pink. There’s a lot of pink in this room, a pink rug that lays in the middle of her room, pink dresser up against a wall, pink walls, pink sofa, another pink dresser, pink pillows and I can only imagine what her bed looks like, but I’m sure it’s pink.

“Cute room.” I said still glancing around, she smiled.

“Thanks! But lately I feel the need for a renovation. My walls are screaming pre-teen!” she said with a laugh, walking towards her desk, as she sat down in her chair.

“Oh yeah? What would you want to change?” I questioned sitting on the edge of her sofa.

“I’d totally repaint the walls white again, make it a little brighter you know? And if I could, I’d get a darker set of hard wood flooring.” she said spinning around in her chair, staring at where her bed is.

“and extend the bed space, it can get crammed at times!” she added now looking at me.

“So, tell me Isabella, what was your life in America like? I’m sure it was awesome!” She asked resting her elbows on her knees. Awesome? Not really, it was just.. basic. I have friends and family back home of course, they made my life enjoyable I never payed much attention to my country, I basically took it for granted.

“Eh” I squeaked out.

“Eh?” Marinette repeated.

“It was.. average. I mean, my friends and family back home, they’re the ones who made me enjoy living there and that’s what I miss most about. It’s just like any other family, with a pest of a sister and a workaholic mom, it was just average.” I said, speaking truthfully.

“Ah, I’ve always wanted a sister or even a brother but of course they’d have to be younger than me.” Marinette said rotating back and forth in her chair with a laugh.

“Well you’re lucky, you never had to share and fight for your stuff every single day, you get more attention from your parents being the only child, at times I wish I was.” I said, Marinette laughed.

“Yeah when you put it that way I guess I am lucky.” we both laughed.

“So, how about that crush?” I teased as she blushed but shook her head.

“As much as I fantasize about our relationship growing into something more, I can’t help but feel like we’re never going to happen.” she said looking at her hands with a half smile.

“Don’t say that, I’m sure if you keep up the pace you’ll be a couple in no time, just keep doing what you’re doing, be you.” I said walking over to her, she shook her head again.

“Not when he has a potential girlfriend.” she murmured, I raised an eyebrow.

“But I like to dream, it keeps me going.” she said smiling again, I smiled back, looking up.

“Where does that lead to?” I questioned looking a the hatch above me.

“The balcony, wanna go up?” she asked standing up, I nodded and followed her to the balcony. I looked at all the buildings getting a good view, and part of the Eiffel Tower is in sight. I leaned on her rail staring at the Eiffel Tower.

“Have you been there yet?” she asked referring to the tower, shook my head.

“Haven’t had the time to really do much of anything.” I said, as she looked at me.

“How long do you plan on staying in Paris? Or have you moved here permanently?” she asked.

“I’m not sure myself. My family and I moved here for my mom’s promotion to extend the Clementines Industry business to Paris, and as long as that’s doing good, I could be staying here for years.” I told her as her jaw dropped.

“Clementines? No way! I heard about that fashion line, but I never knew it moved here!”

“Well the grand opening is happening a week from today down at Rue de Rivoli, you can totally come and bring the girls too.” I suggested as Marinette smiled wider.

“For real? Don’t we need passes or something?” she questioned.

“Well, my mom being the ceo and manger guess has it’s perks.” I said as she pushed herself off the rail and hugged me. We both then pulled away smiling.

“Thank you Isabella! It’s so kind of you.”

“Anything for a friend.”

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 6 years ago

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Leopold “Butters” Stotch

hi! i think i’ve worked out that i’ve reached the activity limit with my overall replies & discord rp-ing (16 replies overall) but, if not, I’m happy to leave this in your inbox until it’s ready x

out of character info

Name/Alias: Grace Pronouns: She/Her Age: 23 Join Our Discord: Yes – already in x Timezone: GMT Activity: 8 Triggers: N/A Password: Jimmy can fast pass my ass Character that you’re applying for: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Favourite ships for your character: Butters/Kenny, Butters/Eric, Butters/Chemistry

in character info (heavy trigger warning for parental abuse and neglect throughout !!)

Full name: Leopold “Butters” Stotch Birthday: 11th September 2000 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: bisexual, male, he/him Age and grade: 17, senior.

Appearance:

Butters is cursed with eternal baby-face: chubby cheeks and big blue eyes. Even his hair is as soft and fluffy as the day he was born, with his parents making sure that he never deviates from his short-back-and-sides style by cutting it themselves every Sunday evening. That’s not the only thing that hasn’t changed; his clothing style is as sweet and standard as his middle school days – boot-cut jeans, comfortable sneakers and the teal fleece his mom bought for his 15th birthday (he’s barely grown, since). Sometimes, Butters will experiment with a graphic-tee, his favourite being his array of Hello Kitty Island Adventure merchandise, or bright coloured polo.

Butters stands at just under average height and just over average weight, with a cute bit of chub on his belly that he doesn’t think will ever go (he’s banned from visiting the gym after his dad’s bathhouse escapades). One time, his mom threatened to fatten him up so much that he’d never be able to leave, and he’s never been able to budge the extra weight, since. He doesn’t mind, though: he’s as body positive as can be, and thinks that anyone who don’t think he’s handsome ain’t looking hard enough.

Personality:

Butters is a mess, frankly, though he thinks he’s just an ordinary fella living life as anyone should: by being kind and helping others. He’s dangerously gullible and painstakingly naïve, with a generous soul even after everything he’s been through. He just wants to do right by the world, especially his friends. He has a strong sense of justice, though this can be easily manipulated to the point where he’ll believe that what’s wrong is right and what’s right is wrong. Despite often being misguided, he’ll stick by his guns and stay true to himself when the time comes. He’s got better at standing up for himself as he’s got older, too, and isn’t afraid to put his foot down and say heck no if necessary. Most days, he's very confident in his own skills and self-image, but that can all change with one comment.

His disrespect for authority is an interesting personality trait. He’ll fudge the police and tell his teachers to go suck a popsicle, but there’s two people he can’t say no to. Butters has been gaslighted his entire life, and the emotional and physical abuse he receives from his parents has led to humiliating and childlike obedience (what 18-year-old accepts being grounded for using twitter after 9pm?). When he’s caught doing wrong by his parents, all his self-confidence and cowboy-like bravado is shot to smithereens: he’s just a no good miscreant who ain’t gonna amount to nothin’, so he may as well give up on his dreams and stick to bein’ a plain ol’ nobody.

History:

Butters was born to Linda and Stephen Stotch on 11th September 2000. Ever since that fateful day, his life has been nothing but chaos and control and, though he wakes up to the sound of his own screams every night, he’s grateful for every opportunity he gets. It would be impossible to write all of his ups and downs in a couple of paragraphs, but there are two things that have really shaped Butters as a person.

One: his family. Stephen Stotch uses fear to control his son whilst his mom, Linda, is dangerously protective. Though seventeen, Butters still calls his dad ‘sir’ to his face and does what he’s told or faces severe consequences. The night that his mom asked him to stalk his father to the bathhouse changed a lot of things; he saw the internalised secrets and lies that have corrupted both of his parents and has watched them wear white-picket-fence masks in public every damn day since. He saw his dad embrace his sexuality yet treat it as a sin. He experienced his mom, breaking down, vulnerable and distressed, ready to kill her own son. Not to mention the time he was sold to Paris Hilton as a pet. Linda and Stephen Stotch are manipulative and controlling parents whose ‘love’ of their son, however much they fret over him and cover him with kisses, will never make up for the trauma instilled in him.

Two: his friends. Scrotie McBoogerballs, AWESOME-O, Good Times with Weapons, Marjorine, Casa Bonita. The list of shenanigans that Butters been apart of, and victim of, is endless. He’s been locked in a fridge, publicly shamed on television and stabbed in the eye with a shuriken, yet he still hangs out with these guys. Why? Because he was never part of the gang in kindergarten, and he’s never really had a true friend, someone who has made the effort to see what he’s been through and respect him regardless. Besides, hanging with these guys (whatever injuries and humiliation they bring to him) has given him a strength he never knew he had. He’s become a pimp, rekindled his confidence to dance, got his wiener out at school, become a best-selling novelist and, best of all, learned to say no to Eric Cartman. Not bad for a good-for-nothin’.

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For the first time in a long time, Butter’s internal sludge pile of shame and humiliation is joined by anger. He’s so gosh darn mad that he don’t care who knows it, but no-one is gonna know it, ‘cause he got no cell, no internet, and no hope’a gettin’ outta his stupid ol’ room. It’s the same ol’ story: Eric and the fellas convinced him to get a fake ID so they could get some sorta fancy alcohol for Bebe’s party tonight. Kyle said it had to be him, ‘cause he looks the oldest, and he’s the best actor outta all of ‘em. Butters ain’t sure if that’s true, but he appreciated the compliment, and it’s a bad pal that says no to a favour, especially when the entire party rested on his hands.

He got the booze, alright. And he was nice and proud of himself, until Eric said it was the wrong one. Ain’t no one wants to drink this kindergarten crap, Eric said, we’re men now, we gotta drink whiskey. Well, Butters thinks whiskey tastes like butt, and ain’t no one wants to taste butt, ‘cept maybe Kenny. He thought the blue an’ pink bottles looked cute and bubblegum is his favourite flavour, no doubt about it, but maybe he should’a followed the plan and done what he was told. Darn it all.

He was in trouble with the guys, but at least he weren’t in trouble with his mom and dad, and that meant he’d finally be able to go to a real life party, maybe show off his dancin’ skills and eat some cheese and pineapple sticks. But then they found his fake idea when doin’ their routine search’a his room, and all hell broke loose. You ain’t goin’ anwhere today, mister, they said, you’re gonna sit right here on your tushie an’ think about the consequences of identity fraud. I’m goin’ to that party, Buttons said, puttin’ his foot down. Well, that just about earned a slap around the noggin and a week without his cell, so he couldn’t even tell the fellas he weren’t comin’ tonight.

A knock on his window jolts him outta his angry pacing. He doesn’t want to look up, ‘cause he knows it’s probably Eric, comin’ over just to make fun of his current predicament and boast all about how much fun he’s gonna have tonight. Well Butters weren’t gonna have it, no sir-ee. He puts his hands on his hips and he gets ready to march right over there and give Eric a proper telling to, but then he sees it ain’t Eric, it’s Kenny, an’ he got a proper determined look on his face.

“We’re breaking you out,” Kenny says, an’ Butters ain’t gonna argue this time.

Headcanons:

Butters still plays Hello Kitty Island Adventures, but he’s also a massive animal crossing fan. Any game that lets him escape his house, have some independence, and talk to (or raise) cute animals can keep him hooked for hours. Unfortunately, his mom and dad turn the internet off at 9pm and keep his phone in their bedroom at night.

Butters keeps his sexuality a secret from his parents, and it’s no surprise why. After his mom found out about his dad’s trip to the bathhouse (subsequently attempting to murder her son) and after a gruelling (and very confusing) trip to conversion camp, Butters thought it best to hide any ‘abnormal’ feelings. Fortunately, his friends and their often open sexualities has made him feel comfortable and confident with himself, and he’s resoundingly grateful for it.

He is quietly considering his gender and what it means to be Butters. At the moment, he doesn’t think he needs to put a name to it, but it doesn’t hurt to research, and he’s ecstatic to see he isn’t the only one who doesn’t sit on one end of the binary. Though exploring the possibility of being non-binary, he’s happy to be referred to by male pronouns for now.

Butters wants to be a pre-school teacher, even after what happened to Ms. Claridge. He loves drawing and storytelling and wants to share those gifts to others, helping kids who might not be happy at home.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t think his mum will let him go as far as college without having a breakdown or threatening something real bad. Though his parents have started to treat him a little better as he’s got older, their distrust of the world around them, and of their son, has grown rapidly.

Butters works part-time at the ice cream parlour and adds something special to every sale. Most of the time he uses the wafers and chocolate chips to make little teddy bears, but his extra special treat (for people he really likes) is the unicorn uni-cone with lots of sparkles.

Butters is a wonderful artist! He loves using watercolour pencils and paint the best and though his work isn’t always the most profound (it’s usually portraits of his friends or cute animals he sees), it's always beautifully coloured and full of love.

Anything else: thank u guys 4 the opportunity

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limitededitionsanderssidesblog · 6 years ago

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The Stacks - Chapter 10

Ships: Eventual logicality and prinxiety, abusive anxceit, slow burn

Summary: In this society there is a place where the poor and unwanted are placed and kept hidden away from everyone else, where poverty and crime are a frequent and life shines for no one. Stacked up high in the sky, this is the furthest anyone living there will ever reach. When a Depression consumes the land, and the government fails to bring an end to it, society turns even further on the residents of the Stacks, accusing them for bringing the rest of them down. What no one knows, however, is that it’ll take the work of four unlikely people to not only bring an end to the poverty, but also to this inequality.

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The Senate Hall, the building where the summits were held and national records, information, and law was kept, was a circular-shaped grand architectural creation meant to hold the most powerful people in the nation. In the center of it all was the Discussion Hall, the room where legislature was made, executive orders were carried out, and judicial decisions were cast; numerous other meeting rooms were scattered around the building for private meetings between committees. There were fifty members in total, a Senator and Deputy Senator from each of the twenty-five provinces. Sessions were held for ten hour hearings, with breaks for meals in between. The worst part of it was the body’s poor scheduling, as many Senators or Deputies were scheduled to be more than one place at once. After the ten hours on seminars was completed, each of them went on their way to go over their takeaway work and proposals for the next day.

Logan sat in the upper front part of the round stands, the order set up in order of when each province was established, his being one of the last at twenty second, with Joan at his side. The Chancellor sat in the center booth, currently regarding the room on issues of foreign trade with their largest supplier and neighboring country. A good number of the senators felt they were paying too much for goods and wanted to raise the import tax, while others feared straining the ties with their closest ally. Logan was against raising the tax.

“Recent statistics have proven that we have been paying two percent more in international tax than Gemma. We need to show them that we will not put up with this by raising theirs four times as more.” Senator Dean Wainwright declared, slamming his palm on the table every other word for emphasis. Applause from about half of the room erupted before quickly being shouted over.

“If we raise their tax Gemma might see it as a threat and pull back on trade. It is not a risk we can take with the state of our economy.” Senator Lucy Lee argued, shushing the crowd.

“So you think we should simply continue to pay more to the Gemmians?” Senator Rachel O'Connor challenged.

“No I-”

Logan was caressing a bleeding headache from the nearly nonstop yelling of stupid politicians who appeared to love listening to their own voice more than actually accomplishing policy. The back and forth went on for a while more, the Chancellor doing nothing to call order as he should be. Eventually, Logan could no longer take it.

“The resolution is clear.” His voice cut in suddenly over the fighting senators, “Send an ambassador to negotiate a set tax that is equivalent to each other’s. That way we can bring their tax down, and raise ours up without the risk of offending our close ally.”

The crowd began murmuring amongst each other, some seeming to agree, while others bitterly disregarded his option. Not soon after, Wainwright, an old, withered man who was plagued with his own selfish pride stood from his seat abruptly to yell out an accusation; however, Chancellor Jackson stepped in before he could unleash a flood of personal insults.

“That is enough Senator Wainwright; Senator Winchester does make an excellent point, one that must be thought over properly with calm minds before a final decision is made. This topic will be returned to on a later date. For now, let’s move on to the next item on the docket.”

At the moment, Logan would love nothing more than to jump out of a window. He wondered why he had chosen to go into politics sometimes when he was only ever surrounded by idiots. The meeting had just adjourned for the day, the multitudinous senators and deputies exited the room and Logan did not spare a second to escape as well.

Joan was currently in a meeting, having left the main congregation about an hour ago with the Natural Resources and Environment Protection Committee they were a part of, and wouldn’t be finished until late in the evening. Now that his time was, somewhat, free, Logan went to go do as he would almost every day since he had arrived, and that was to scavenge through the Senatorial Archives to continue his investigation. Joan had provided him with all the knowledge they possibly could have on the Purple Revolt, but there were still many questions left unanswered. For the past three weeks Logan has been wandering through the massive shelves of the archives, looking for any details he could find on the subject, but oddly and suspiciously, enough nothing turned up. When he had searched for it by name, it was found nonexistent; when he went to the section dedicated to the history of The Stacks, Logan discovered that much of it was missing, their placements labeled, but the files out. He asked the Head Archivist if someone had checked them out, but he was told that they were confidential and no further explanation could be given.

In the company of each passing day that turned into a week of no more than a speck of data unearthed, Logan’s disturbance and inquisitiveness escalated. He dared not to ask anyone else on the subject, nor share his interest with any of his colleagues, not even Joan. Nevertheless, as the weeks went on, Logan began to feel the creeping suspicion of the others around him at his odd obsession with the archives, he had even been asked about it by Martha Quinn, the Senator of Ivy.

Martha was one of the few Senators who were under forty years old, being the age of thirty, still leaving him as the youngest at twenty-eight. Logan got along well enough with her, agreeing with her views on quite a few policy areas, however she was known to be nosy and quite crafty, any information split to her could immediately be pivoted right back at him with a flick of her wrist. Despite being so young she had many connections within the Senate and outside of it, it was best to avoid her becoming involved in any way at all costs.

Alas, she was persistent in her prodding and often offered to accompany him to the archives to assist him. Logan tried to gently let her down but she refused to hear what she didn’t want to; a reason why she was such a brash Senator. Just as he had feared, her self-inclusion into his investigation only set him back further as he tried to derail her suspicion towards him. At this point he only had three more weeks left with the opportunity to be in the nation’s largest data bank and possibly find what he was looking for, he surely wouldn’t be able to do that with Miss Quinn breathing down his neck every second of the day.

“Actually, on second hand I think I’ll go and rest in my hotel quarters, I have obtained a rather painful headache from today’s chaos. It was a pleasure chatting with you Senator Quinn.” Logan excused himself, politely giving her a small bow before. Martha said nothing in response, staring him down with her calm, calculating as she watched the way every muscle on his body moved, reading him like a book. She offered him a smile.

“You know Logan,” She purred, stalking her way around him as if her were her prey, “there are a lot of rumors floating around you, you best be careful not to draw any more attention to yourself, lest the investigator becomes the investigat-ee.”

Martha bounded off down the hall he had planned to take to avoid her, effectively cutting through his previous bluff to go back to his hotel and revealing his true intentions to stay, or else he would have accompanied her out. Her luscious black curls fell down and bounced off her waist in an eloquent ballet. She had let him go today, but Logan knew she’d be back to try and snuff out the truth from him. Try as she might, there was no way she could hope to get a single meaningful word out of him without it coming with his full intention.

It truly was a pleasure, Miss Quinn.

Logan glanced back to the doors of the archives, contemplating the contents that lay behind them, and then walked away, following in her footsteps. Whatever it was he was searching for, it didn’t exist here, and he could trust no one within these walls to provide the answers he so craved. Yet, there was one who very likely could assist him. The man who had started him on this scavenger hunt of his, his chef.

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The serene calm of the apartment home, quiet and still from being unbothered and vacant, grey with the light of the sun through the clouds being the only provider in the dim setting sat in a perpetual loop was erratically shattered when the front door was brutishly kicked inwards from the outside hall. A caramel brown briefcase was chucked into the open living area, hitting the edge of the lush red sofa, flinging open with a cascade of papers soaring into the air and across the rich mahogany flooring. The action thusly destroying the prior peace and replacing it with something much more conflicting.

Roman charged into his residence with a heavy huff, slamming the door behind him, and stomped his way to his couch and collapsed into the cushions in a frustrated heap. He paid no mind to the mess he had created beside him, too focused on the vexation that was bubbling erratically inside.

It has been nearly five weeks since the robberies had begun, and not a single fucking trace of evidence had been found. The reporters were describing it as if the treasures had seemingly disappeared by out of thin air. Of course he knew that was a lie and simply the media trying to get views. Talyn themselves was also perplexed about this case, unsure how to pin down the thief when the hits were so sporadic and elusive. This kid was able to rob three homes within a single night, yet go under radar for several days and appear in a completely different part of the city.

Several suspects and captured robbers had been brought in for investigation, but none have been proven guilty for the mass conduct. Talyn had sent him confidential intel on each suspect, but once he saw their faces he knew it wasn’t them. Talyn questioned him on this, becoming suspicious of his behavior.

“How are you so certain that this kid you ran into is the same one whose commiting all these acts? It could be the work of several people for all we know.” They told him earlier that same day when they met for coffee during his break.

“It’s him, Talyn, I know it is.” Roman said firmly, lifting his heavy head from its previous position in his hands on the tabletop.

“No, you think it is.” They denied pointedly, setting their mug to the side with vigor, their voice strong and commanding, but also caring and parental. “Ro, you have to let this go. It isn’t your job anymore and you’re becoming obsessed with this in a way that’s not good for you. As the new head of security, you have other matters to focus on other than a single thief.”

“A thief has single-handedly taken millions worth of possessions from innocent and good people to do lord knows what, striking fear into the minds of the masses, and creating civil unrest. And I’m supposed to just let it go?” Roman hissed bitterly, clenching his fist tightly in his lap and digging his heel into the floor under the table. Talyn sighed resignation and backed away from the whole debacle, knowing that he could not be reasoned with as he was. They stood and slid their jacket on over their shoulders, placing cash on the table to cover their end of the bill.

“This case isn’t going anywhere anytime soon with what’s been showing up. I know you don’t like to throw in the hat, but maybe you should consider it this time and focus on helping the province.”

After they left he didn’t even bother going back to work and instead went home, which led him up to where he was now, lying on the couch in a very bad mood. He was still technically on his break, although it would soon end in less than ten minutes. Roman will most likely be late getting back to work, but he didn’t care about all that at the moment.

I am helping the province. He thought begrudgingly. I’m trying to protect it from this scumbag. I’m not obsessed. Why would I be?

Roman sat up with an exhale of hot air, letting his back sink into the fluff of his cushion pillows, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was true that this was no longer his duty, and he know had something more to look after, but the endless paperwork was never for him, and it wasn’t what he had expected or desired. Roman was best in his element at the front line, facing the criminals head on and taking them down with his bare hands and hand pistol. He couldn’t just suddenly leave that part of him behind, it was what made him who he was. It defined him. When Roman was young he looked up to the police and wanted to be one of them. He entered college and studied then studied in an academy, spending years of his life on this path. Now his life has suddenly changed, but he wasn’t sure if it’s for the better.

That’s not to say he doesn’t see his role as being unimportant, but the mindless hours of dulling meetings and discussions over policy and action, only to come up with nothing in the end didn’t hold a candle to what he once did. He was helping people, sure, but not at the rate he wanted. When he was a cop he always had his radio on, even when he was off-duty, so that he could rush in if danger appeared. From anything to assault, armed robberies, car crashes, or just a noisy neighbor, Roman wanted to help the people no matter what, no matter how small. As a politician he was just arguing over how something should be carried out when it was clearly obvious.

Throwing his head to the side, Roman looked over at his digital wall clock to check the time. He was ten minutes late already. Diana was surely going to give him a firm talking to once he came back.

Logan trusted you for a reason. It may not be what you wanted, but you can do some good.

Moaning out loud, Roman threw himself of the couch and dramatically crawled on his knees to his scattered papers and haphazardly jammed them into his case. He may be blunt and reckless by nature, that was one reason he was such a great cop, but he still stood by the honor of his badge; and for now, that badge called him to be something else.

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With his glasses in a pot of soup and running off of five hours of sleep, Patton’s day was not going as he exactly wanted or expected it to.

The morning came much too early for him, at three A.M. He woke in a panic, sweaty scare, his hands held in front of him acting as a shield. He looked around frantically, searching for a threat, making sure that his sons were still at his side. Thomas was still knocked out, his arms and legs spread out widely like the little star he was. Emile was in a ball, seeming a bit disturbed by the sudden movement, but was otherwise fine. Patton let out a relieved sigh, although he wasn’t sure why, because, not matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what he had dreamt of to make him that way.

He tried to lie back down, close his eyes, and go back to sleep, but the lingering feeling of unease kept him up. After about half an hour of pointless attempts, Patton got up from bed, careful to not disturb the boys, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his coat. He made his way out into the backyard garden. The first time he had found this place he had instantly become enchanted with it. Something like this never existed in the Stacks, in fact there was barely any natural vegetation there, even the riverbank held little plant life. That’s why when Patton saw this place, full of beautiful flowers and amazing varieties of bushes and buds, he had fell in love with the garden.

Patton would occasionally come out here during his breaks and simply gaze at the plants, finding it therapeutic, but he had never come here during nighttime. Yet he found the result all the same. The moonlit roses and carnations, names he had learned from a plant guide he had found in Logan’s downstairs library, the one he had open to the staff and visitors. The red of the flowers, which were fiery and vibrant in the sun, were now purplish silver. He had been enjoying his time out there; that is until he was suddenly shouted at and tackled to the ground.

Ahmed later explained that he only saw his figure and not any characteristics, causing him to believe that Patton was an intruder. He apologized for doing so, but made him promise that he’d tell him ahead of time if he planned to be in the gardens.

The rest of his morning wasn’t as dramatic, but not any easier either. Due to his lack of sleep, Patton was more sluggish when preparing breakfast for everyone, giving cause for Elise to ridicule and lecture him, even though she already refused to ever eat his cooking. Because of this he ended up being late taking the boys to school and had to sprint there on foot while carrying both of them, Thomas on his back and Emile in his arms. He had managed to get them to class on time, but their teacher had given him an incredulous look, peering down at his food covered apron and messy hair. Patton acted as if he didn’t notice and tried to not let her scorn bother him.

During the return to the manor the grey clouds that had been plaguing the skies since yesterday began to pour down rain on his umbrella-less self, drenching him by the time he made it back. Elise scrunched her nose at him as he dripped water across the floor. Patton apologized to Jamie for the mess but he didn’t mind and was much more worried about him, offering to run him a bath while he changed from his wet clothes. I took a few moments for Patton to oblige, not wanting to be a burden, but he eventually conceded to his wishes.

The bath had been warm and relaxing, so much in fact that he almost fell asleep in it, but by the time he was done it was around the time he cook lunch.

Which had then led him to his present situation.

Patton had decided to make chicken soup with rice, as it seemed appropriate for the stormy weather, but while he was doing so the steam from the pot boiling fogged up his glasses. He wiped at them to clear away the fog, but he accidentally knocked them off and they fell into the pot. Patton frowned a little, bit simply picked up a pair of tongs to pull them out of the boiling broth. It took him several dozen times to pick up his thin, frail glasses, but once he had them snared he pulled them out and placed them in the sink. He cleaned them off under the faucet the best he could and placed them back on his face, but the water droplets blocked his vision. He tried to wipe it off on his shirt, but the smudges made everything blurry.

Patton closed his eyes and swallowed his breath, took a deep breath, then continued with what he was doing, making do with what he could see.

“Hey Pat Pat!” Jamie greeted walking into the kitchen; he was wearing an apron around his waist and had his cleaning gloves still on his hands, meaning he had just started his break.

“Hi Jay Jay.” Patton said as enthusiastically as he could, but ended up sounding tired.

“Whoa, you okay?” Jamie asked in concern, taking a seat at the breakfast bar.

“Yeah, just had a bit of a rough day.” He smiled, “I’ll be just fine. I’m sorry that I made you clean up the water I dripped on the floor then had you run a bath.”

“No, no it’s fine! What kind of person wouldn’t do that? Well, besides Elise.” He joked, well versed in how stingy their butler can be.

More people than you’d expect. Patton thought bitterly before catching himself. He shouldn’t be thinking in that manner, it wasn’t healthy or good.

“Do you mind if I turn on the radio? I like to listen to music while I eat.”

“Of course.” Patton confirmed, pouring soup into a porcelain bowl and placing it at the table for Jamie. The youthful looking man, it was still a shock that he was thirty-four, went over to the little radio on the counter and switched it on. The music playing was some sort of instrumental piano, but Jamie quickly changed the channel to something the sounded very angry and aggressive. The main singer was also for some reason screaming a lot. Yet Jamie nodded his small head joyfully as if it was the sweetest the tune in existence. Patton tried to listen along peacefully, but he wasn’t able to get comfortable in the sound.

“I actually feel like eating in the sitting room today.” He announced filling a bowl for himself, turning off the stove and covering the pot with the lid to keep it warm.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then.” He waved, although a bit awkwardly. Patton felt a twinge of guilt and almost decided to stay, but the screaming singer got angrier.

Patton waved goodbye to him as well and walked towards the door, passing Ahmed as he did and pointing out his meal that was waiting for him at the table.

The sitting room was dark and empty, cut off from the outside light by heavy curtains that were practically nailed to the walls, much like the rest of the house. The room was small compared to all the others, only slightly larger than his. The hardwood floors were covered in an old Victorian style carpet in the center of the room, while the rest surrounding it was left bare. The furniture consisted of a loveseat sofa, arm chair, and a chaise longue all circulating around a long coffee table. Across the two, right walls were lines of bookshelves, from where he got his encyclopedia of flowers all jam packed with various forms of literature covering the dark blue wallpaper behind them. In the left corner was a smaller bar table accompanied by two stools and a wine cabinet behind it, not necessary filled with just wine.

While the room in itself was indeed beautiful, it lacked any color or life. Whenever he was home, Logan often spent his time here in the dark reading by the lamplight. From what Patton has gathered from his time at the manor, Logan was a very busy and reclusive man who barely had any time to himself, and if he did he would spend it in the solitude of his study or this room. Much of the mansion was left in the dark due to the order he had apparently given out three years ago according to what Jamie had told him when he asked about the curtains.

Placing his bowl on the coffee table, Patton walked over to the windows and drew them open as wide as he could, letting the light spill in. Even with the sky being riddled with rain, a new spirit was allowed into the sitting room. He walked over to the bookshelves and peered over the titles of mostly non-fiction and educational stories, looking for something to spend his afternoon with. Finally he found a story about ancient heroes and decided to settle with that, always enjoying a good tale of heroic deeds.

Patton took a pillow from the couch and placed it in the ground before the coffee table, taking a seat there instead of on one of on the sofa or chair. Opening the book on the table, he sipped on his soup as he read to himself. The book switched from story to story each chapter, but he found himself really enjoying a story about a woman named Mulan. He was astounded how many of the stories turned out to be sad in the end, such as for Jeanne D’Arc, but their lives were so honored.

All of these heroes had lived hundreds, or thousands, of years ago, their accomplishments being passed down into legend. Patton never knew people like this ever existed. Brave men and women who fought for their people and country; it sounded unbelievable and unrealistic. Why would someone care for their country so much to risk it all? It sounded almost mystical.

After an hour of peacefully reading, and occasionally difficulties with words he couldn’t read or understand, his soup long finished and forgotten, Elise crept in.

“Mr. Sanders, a letter has been sent to you by the young master.” She said briskly, shoving a letter down on the table in front of him.

“Oh, what is it about?” Patton inquired and turned towards her, closing his book.

“It hasn’t been open yet so I do not know, obviously.”

He shrunk back at her words, but nodded at her in apology, taking the letter into his hands. “Perhaps you should sit on the sofa.” Elise said backhandedly as she stepped out.

Patton fidgeted in slight humiliation and sat up of the couch, putting the pillow back into the placement he took it from. He looked down at the letter in his hand, addressed specifically to him, sent from his superior. Ripping the corner, Patton ungracefully tore the envelope open and pulled out a piece of parchment from the inside.

Salutations, Mr. Patton Sanders,

I am writing you in regards of an important and classified issue that is held with the utmost regard. What I am about to ask you I ask in trust that you will keep classified between only our two entities. Over the past weeks that I have been in our nation’s capital I have gone under intense research into the origin and history of The Stacks Experiment Initiative, or TSEI as it is called here. However I have hit a roadblock as I have discovered that most all of the records on the TSEI are missing from the Senatorial Archives. I am due back in a month, but I fear that it will not be enough time for me to finish my research. That is why I am requesting that you reconnect with you old neighbor who served in the military, I believe that she will have some of the answers I need. If for whatever reason you are not able to do so, I expect you to be the one to provide me with any information I may request. I do not have more than an educated hunch that the TSEI somehow ties into the nation’s economic depression, and that solving the issue of The Stacks will only benefit the entirety of the public. I am relying on solely you to help me fix this, as I have no other routes of which to turn to.

Cordially, Logan Winchester

The chef held his breath the entire way through without realizing it, and then let out an enormous exhale of air as he read the last line. He didn’t understand what it all meant or what was being asked of him. Why would Logan be researching the Stacks, what did he mean by the records being missing and why would Patton being his last option to turn to? He trembled lightly in a perplexed awe, a mix of excitement and terror, his mind hurtling in direction it had never been to. Whatever it meant, whatever Logan was attempting, whatever his purpose, he saw opportunity in this letter. The senator was asking for help to understand the Stacks so he could fix society, maybe if Patton was able to mold his focus further onto the state of the Stacks in its own right he could persuade him to adjust the law surrounding them.

But wouldn’t that be deceiving Logan and using him? He’s putting his trust in me after all.

He faltered a bit at that thought, not at all enjoying the prospect of taking advantage of his trust or lying to him. However, what Logan desired was for Patton to help him fix the state of society, and Patton wants the Stacks to be part of that society. If he could merely show him the mistreatment in the Stacks then it may be enough to persuade him by itself. The people born there were just as much of a citizen as any other born in a proper district, this could be the way they finally receive their rights.

If I agree to this, I risk the chance of being caught and being sent back, or worse, being executed.

Patton pondered heavily on this for a while, trying to see the correct path he should take. He could be safe, say no to Logan, and keep his job and family safe, while nothing in the Stacks changes. Or, he could agree and guide Logan through his journey, steering him in the path he desires and possibly aim for a betterment of all Stackers, including his son, Virgil, who was still trapped there. Patton thought back on all of the news updates, the rocketing crimes, the sworn promises of the law enforcement to bring him to justice. Virgil would always be at risk so long as he committed theft, and he’d never stop stealing until he was free of Damien’s control; but with the amount of debt he owed, it would take him more than a lifetime to pay it all back. Because Virgil never borrowed a specific amount of money from the crook, no, it was something more precious than that.

His eyes caught the title of the book on the table, reminding him of the countless amounts of people who put everything on the line for what they believed in. He had his answer.

Virgil had traded his life for Patton’s own, metaphorically and literally. It was time that Patton did the same.

…

The knock came tentatively at his front door, cautious and careful to maintain the secrecy in which they were called in. Roman, still suited up from his long day of work, peered through the peaky hole prior to opening the door, allowing Talyn access into his home. He had called them in on his way back from the office, eager to start planning the layout of his scheme. Roman could tell they were still concerned from their previous conversation yesterday, but had still agreed to come nonetheless.

Roman beckoned them in, guiding them to dining table in the foyer where he had all of his papers, intel, and newspaper clippings laid out as leads for the case. Talyn sighed sarcastically when they say it all, setting their bag on top of the table and papers. Roman whined as they did this, complaining that they had messed with his algorithm.

“Oh yes, I can see you’re definitely not obsessed.” Talyn mocked affectionately, plucking up a newspaper article on an alleged sighting of the man in question, the most recent of them all.

“It’s called being determined,” Roman sang, taking a sip from his coffee mug, handing one over to Talyn as well. They took the cup gratefully, swirling the liquid around as they regarded the work before them. He waited by their side as they gazed on with silent computation, committing everything they saw to memory and locating a route within a few minutes. “Do you have a plan?” He asked once she snapped her head back up, signaling that she had finished her assessment.

“From my analysis as the chief investigator of this case over the past two months, I’ve found that our guy doesn’t strike random houses, everything has a rhyme and a rhythm. The data here didn’t offer any more than what I already know-”

“Geez thanks.”

“-but it appears that all the targets are of well known holders of fortune. No small-time businesses that we know of have been hit up by this guy, nor have there been any jobs on uncharted shareholders. Still, there appears to be no other correlation between his victims other than them being rich and openly so. He also tends to favor working at night, meaning he most likely knows how to manipulate the darkness and stealth to his advantage. It would be useless to act in daylight hours.”

“So, are you saying we have a plan?”

“I’m saying I have a plan, but yes.” Talyn reached into their bag and pulled out a notepad and pen and began sketching out a formulated plot. “It’ll either take a while or work very quickly, there’s no clear way of predicting; but if I’m right, which I always am, this should get him in five days or less.”

Roman looked over their shoulder at the sketch work of childish looking doodles that were meant to be a serious scheme. He chuckled inwards at the cartoony look, finding the art style to be adorable.

“What do I have to do?” Roman questioned, abandoning his previous train of thought to focus on the bigger picture at hand. He felt a tingle underneath his skin at the prospect of finally being able to corner this tricky kid. Oh how close he had at last come.

Talyn smirked, their eyes filling with the shine that could only ever be brought through their love for complicated and dastardly strategy and the thrill of a chase. They were much like him in that regard. Nothing was more satisfying that bringing a villain to justice.

“What you I need to do is-”

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