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catiecat1320 · 10 months

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Beginnings

Gift for @son1c, one of my favorite Tumblr people! This story is set in their 10verse.

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Sails was having a terrible day.

He was crouched behind one of the many crates on deck, attempting to hide from the twin foxes that always seemed to get a kick out of bullying him. Today, Clash and Smash were particularly peeved and Sails just knew they would take it out on him. He had successfully avoided them all day, but now, things were going downhill.

Golden yellow ears pricked up at the sound of thumping footsteps. Sails curled up and held his breath, hugging his twin tails tightly.

“Where be that freak?” One of the twins growled. “I know yer here!”

A sudden woosh sounds out, followed by a crash as the crate is tossed aside, leaving Sails exposed. Oh, no, no, no. Clash yells in triumph and Smash runs over. “Found ye!”

Sails lets out a squeak as the twins yank on both his tails, hard. “S-stop… please, I’m sorry… What did I do bad?”

“Bad? Ye be born, that be what!” Clash said as he pushed the little fox to the ground. “Ya little freak.”

Smash goes to get something before coming back, a malicious gleam in his eye. “Say, why don’t we solve yer problem fer ya?” He reveals the length of rope in his hand, as well as an iron weight. Clash cackled as Sails stared in horror, realizing just what the two had planned.

“W-wait. Please! I’m sorry! W-we can talk about this!” But Sails’ cries went unheard as the twins restrained him and tied him firmly.

“Ye ain’t gettin’ out of this one. Freak.” Clash taunted as his twin scooped Sails up and carried him over to the stern. Despite his best efforts to wriggle out of Smash’s grasp, Sails was still very stuck.

Dangling over the edge of the water, the ocean had never looked so daunting. Sails could already feel the cold, unforgiving water surrounding him. Drowning him. “No. No! Please! Have mercy! Ah!”

Clash and Smash wore identical smirks as they tossed him overboard. “Buh-bye!” They shout in unison.

In the split second Sails was airborne, he spotted a speck in the sky. It seemed to be getting closer; diving downward, fast.

Then the ocean swallowed him whole.

………………

Diving into the ocean was not on Gale’s to do list for today. Then again, life is unpredictable when you’re literally the stuff of legends.

He’d been exploring for a while now and just on his way home (a half submerged metal tube thing he discovered one day and claimed as his own) when he heard commotion from a ship down below. He descended to check it out… only to find two dickheads throwing a fox kit overboard.

Fury surged within him, and the wind picked up in response to his emotions. He wanted to toss them into the ocean tied up to see how they liked it. But that would have to wait.

Without another thought, Gale tucked in his wings, propelling himself toward the ocean and inevitably giving the ship’s crew a shock. He made a mental note to come back and give them a piece of his mind.

He hit the water with a fwoosh, the cold slapping him in the face. Ugh. Had he mentioned how much he hated the ocean? Now, where was that fox kit?…

There. Gale could make out a squirming yellow figure sinking into the depths. He awkwardly paddled toward them, hoping to catch up before they sank too far for him to reach.

(Yes, he lived in a world of water. Yes, he couldn’t swim. Shut up.)

………………

Sails tried to keep calm to conserve his air, but that was kind of hard to do when you’re about to die. He struggled uselessly against his bonds, hoping to free himself. His lungs burned with the effort. Was there any chance that he’d make it?

Out of the corner of his eye, Sails spots something— someone— coming closer. The fox stills, his own sky blue eyes locking onto glowing emerald in a silent plea for help.

Gale gestures for the bound fox kit to hold still as he reaches into his quills for one of the treasures he’d found earlier: an ornate knife. He had been drawn to the intricate patterns carved into it, but now he thanked fate for giving him this tool. Unsheathing it, he worked at the rope, cursing the dullness of the blade.

The second Sails was free, he twisted his twin tails like a propeller and shot to the surface, gasping for air. That was close. Too close.

He turns around to thank whoever it was for saving him… only to realize that they hadn’t resurfaced. Panic fills the fox once more, and he fills his lungs with air before diving back down to check on them.

The little fox was now okay; however, Gale was not. He had not accounted for his inability to swim when he impulsively took a plunge to save the kit. His now waterlogged wings didn’t do him any favors while he was trying to reach the surface. It seemed that the more he paddled, the more he sank. Shit.

Then, a stream of bubbles attracted his attention. The little fox was back, swimming down to Gale with outstretched hands. Heh, the tables have turned.

Flashing a grateful smile he wasn’t sure could be seen, he took the kit’s hands and let himself be pulled to the surface.

………………

Gale took in a lungful of air, gasping. He flailed for a second before stretching his wings out to keep afloat. Once he was sure that he wasn’t in danger of sinking, he turned to the kit. “You alright?” He asked while fishing his hat out of the water.

The fox nodded. “Thanks for savin’ me,” he murmurs. He studied Gale closely. “I’m Sails. ‘n you are…?”

“Gale! You may have heard of me. It’s nice to meet you,” Gale replied.

Sails’ blue eyes widened in shock. “Gale? The Gale? Yer a legend! Capt’n tells us ‘bout you. You help people ‘n sink ‘em too!”

“Hmph. I only sink ships when necessary. Some people require drastic measures.” Gale explains, secretly satisfied with being recognized. “C’mon now, let’s find somewhere dry. I can’t fly with wet wings like this.”

“I gotchu!” Sails happily announced. The fox shifts, exposing his tail— or tails, in this case— before twirling them really fast. Within seconds, Sails is airborne, to Gale’s pleasant surprise. He hangs on tightly to the kit as they lift up out of the water completely and head towards a nearby islet.

“Why, aren’t you full of surprises? You can fly with your tails?”

Sails winces at the word tails, clearly uncomfortable talking about it. Gale has a sneaking suspicion that his extra appendage had played a hand in him getting thrown overboard. Rage pools in his gut, but he quickly tamps it down, opting to give the fox his support instead.

“Hey. Whatever they said to you, ignore it, okay? They’re a bunch of morons for not appreciating you.” Gale says as they land on the sandy beach. Sails looks at him with uncertainty, and Gale once again feels anger towards whoever did this to the little fox. “Look, Sails. I think you’re awesome.”

“Really?”

“Of course!” Gale responds, scooting closer and ruffling yellow bangs affectionately. “You’re brave, you’re capable, you’re probably a smartie pants too, and as a bonus, you can fly! And I’ve only known you for, like, 10 minutes; you probably can do better stuff! If that’s not awesome, I don’t know what awesome is.”

At this, Sails cracks a smile. “No one’s ever told me I’m awesome before.”

“Well, I’ll be here to tell you all the time, little buddy.” Gale replies, throwing a wing around the fox. Sails looks up at him curiously before leaning closer and wrapping his arms around Gale.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Gale murmured, gently petting Sails as the day’s events caught up to the kit and lulled him to sleep. Looking down at the peaceful expression that graced his face, Gale vowed then and there that he wouldn’t ever let anyone harm Sails ever again.

As for the ones that have already hurt him… Gale would have to make them pay.

The sun was rapidly setting, coloring the sky a fiery orange that matched the spark that had flared within him. Gale scoops the sleeping fox up, stretches his wings and takes off toward home, carrying what would turn out to be his greatest treasure in his arms.

#gale is my blorbo <3 #ignore the bad pirate talk #gale speaks proper english because i didn’t have any energy to translate into pirate talk #10verse my beloved #sonic #sonic prime #fanfic #gift #cross posted on ao3 #<- just because i like the format #CatieCatWorks

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ffxiv-f13ndish · 9 months

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Calm Before the Storm: Treasure (?) Chest Under the Sea

Collab. write with @sorrel-haven [ also credit to sorrel-haven for gpose shot ^^]

Characters:

Kore Grimvik (sorrel-haven)

Lament Sorrel [mention] (sorrel-haven)

Daen Lad (@ro-valerius)

Miyu, Virgil, M'ezzo, Magnus

Kore and Miyu have to make an unfortunate rescue after Virgil finds himself in some sea snake trouble.

“I should have worn better shoes for this,” Miyu huffed after a second of catching their balance following an awkward landing with heeled boots in the sand.

Their expression turned more serious as they lifted their gaze towards the open waters and crashing waves.

“So it wasn’t just a dream, then,” Miyu said in a tense voice. They had a grave feeling that the only thing they would be rescuing today was a body.

Kore looked at Daen Lad who brought them here and nodded. The pixie flitted out over the ocean a ways and looked around as if they were searching with their eyes. Kore watched the tiny figure anxiously, her fingers drummed against her arm.

“Ah-ha! Found you!” Daen Lad said as they pointed in the direction of Virgil casting a spell.

The moment a strange chest was brought to the shore, Miyu darted over to open it up. It took a bit of struggle to unwrap the chains from around the makeshift water coffin, but they managed to crack open the chest within the time they anxiously held their breath.

Ocean water poured out from the chest, the inside filled with a less than appealing treasure. Virgil was bound up inside, on top of a few sandbags. Upon looking at him, Miyu wasn’t even sure if the Elezen was alive. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, expression pallid and hollow. Unnervingly, there was a faint scent of decay under the salt of the ocean water — not that Miyu could pick up on that. But there was no mistaking in the way Virgil’s chest slowly rose and fell as he took deep breaths.

Daen Lad flitted back to the group. “I’m sure you two can take care of this from here. Buh-bye!” with that they disappeared in a flash.

Kore unhooked the astrolobe from her back and gently pulled Miyu from the edge of the chest. Wordlessly she began casting a series of healing spells. After which she handed the astrolobe to Miyu. Life returned to Virgil’s visage, but Miyu couldn’t examine his state long enough as they turned their gaze away while the man leaned over the edge of the chest and coughed up ocean water. At least, from the unsettling glimpse they got, the dark appearance indicated that it wasn’t just water. Kore took out a knife strapped to her thigh and sat Virgil up, working on his bonds gently.

“Seems you got yourself in some trouble hm?” she asked Virgil as she freed him.

“An unnecessary question,” he managed to rasp out between pained coughs.

“Says the man of unnecessary words.” Kore quipped.

Fortunately for Kore, Virgil didn’t have many words to say. The man was still working on catching his breath again.

Miyu hesitantly stepped forward, tenderly placing a hand on Kore’s shoulder as they leaned down to speak to her in a hushed voice, “Should we keep questioning him here?”

“Let’s bring him to the Sorrels. They have a lot of healers and no one would look for him there. Bringing him to the Flower house would be too obvious, and well…” she cuts the last rope. “None of the Sorrels have an opinion on him yet.”

She put a guiding hand on Virgil’s chest and wrapped her arm around his waist, as she helped him out of the chest.

“Yet. Let’s see how long that lasts. Maybe one of those ropes could stay around his mouth for the duration of his stay,” Miyu remarked, though they nevertheless went around to Virgil’s other side to help him get up. Once they got him standing, they almost stepped away, only to realize that the man continued to need the support. Miyu glanced down.

“Your… foot? It’s… um… gone?”

Virgil only gave Miyu a dry look. Seemed it wasn’t a product of whatever happened to send him to the bottom of the sea. Miyu said nothing more about it, and Virgil remained silent for the duration of travel to the Sorrel house.

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Kore pushed open the front door of the Sorrel House without bothering to knock. Lament looked up from the book they were reading and began to smile at their sister but it immediately turned to a frown as they noticed the other two with her. Kore helped Virgil ease into a chair by the door.

“Hello dearest, I brought company.” Kore said, exhaustion creeping into her voice.

“I can see that. What happened?” Lament looked to each person, they didn’t care who offered up an explanation first.

“Lament,” Miyu greeted the Viera with a nod.

“He’s a — um…” rather than explaining, Miyu trailed off and gave a shrug. While Kore helped get Virgil seated, they made their way to the kitchen to grab some water and a hand towel.

Virgil stared across the room to Lament.

“This will only be a moment,” Virgil said, with a clearing of his throat. He took the rag which Miyu brought to him to wipe the dried blood from his hands, then paused to take a sip of water before he could elaborate on what had occurred.

“You must excuse my untimely delivery in our exchange. As you have surely gathered by now, I had been delayed by unforeseen circumstances. The Basilisks discovered our correspondence,” Virgil explained, eyes focused on Kore as he spoke. “There are 41 crew members in total. Initially 46, but five have since been disposed of. Two ships. Magnus and 22 members are aboard the ship with the coordinates I had given previously – what they call the Serpent. M’ezzo and 19 others are aboard the Python. It should be noted that they have gained an allyship with a handful of Sahagin men.”

Kore placed a hand on Virgil’s head, a silent thank you as she processed this new information. She turned to Lament.

“I need you to call your family. Tell Mina we need to get moving sooner than we anticipated. Perhaps Bea can take care of Virgil’s injuries I didn’t get to.” She turned to Miyu. “We need to gather ours, tell Ro she needs to watch the house while we’re taking care of this.”

Lament started calling people on his linkpearl without hesitation.

Virgil lowered his gaze. Reluctantly, he then murmured, “Thank you.”

Miyu stared ahead with a bleak expression. This was all coming up much sooner than they had readied themself for. They gave a robotic nod of their head, stepping closer to Kore.

“If I may… I can assist. I just need my book,” Virgil spoke up suddenly.

“You will do no such thing. We’re not going to throw you back into the fire we just rescued you from. We’ll talk about the book later, for now you will stay here and let the Sorrels tend to your wounds and keep you hidden.” Her tone was even, but firm. Kore was not going to relent.

Virgil narrowed his eyes. “I’ve grown accustomed to persevering through fires. This need to be a hero will do no favors for you – I know the methods of the crew quite well, and the layout of the ships.” He set a hand down on the chair, lifting himself up to stand.

Kore pushed Virgil back into the chair. Virgil gritted his teeth at the shove, though his outright expression didn’t seem to change.

“I don’t think you understand. There’s no ‘need to be a hero’ like you say. We don’t need that information. You are not in any condition to come with us. I am being very, very patient.” She paused and took in a grounding breath. “I thank you for wanting to help. The sentiment is not lost on me. But we need to bring people who everyone can trust, and I can’t say the others trust you.”

She put a hand on Virgil’s cheek. “Rest. Leave this to us.”

Virgil didn’t say anything for some time, cold gaze affixed to Kore with a hawk-like focus. Finally, after a near minute of a statuesque stillness, Virgil sat back in his seat and crossed one leg over the other.

“And I suppose you trust me here?” His eyes slowly roamed over to Lament. “Residing in the same home as the one you insisted you wanted me to have no contact with, Miss Grimvik?”

“Why must you push your luck? Just take the help!” She crossed her arms.

Lament snickered. “Oh, darling. You will find Kore needlessly worries about me. I am more than capable of putting you in your place if it comes to that.”

Kore shot Lament a look, which just caused them to laugh harder.

Virgil’s brow twitched. “Just Virgil. No sense in the frivolity of… pet names when I am hardly even an acquaintance.” He went on to ignore Lament’s insistence that they could put him in his place.

“I’ll be outside,” Miyu abruptly stated in a vacant tone, already heading to the door.

Kore watched Miyu head outside with a small look of concern. She looked to Lament who gave a slight nod. Kore followed after Miyu, closing the door behind her. She caught up to them and put a hand on their shoulder.

Miyu was seated on the lawn, staring up at the stars above with a forlorn expression. Hearing Kore approach, they moved to stand.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she brushed Miyu’s cheek with her other hand.

They couldn’t meet her gaze.

“What if I’m not ready? To face him? I don’t… I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself,” Miyu sighed, closing their eyes a moment. They leaned their head in towards Kore, resting it on her shoulder. “At least this will be over and done with soon enough.”

Kore kissed the top of Miyu’s head and gently pulled them into a hug.

“Unfortunately we don’t have time to be ready. But we can’t wait any longer.”

#ffxiv ocs #ffxiv rp #ffxiv miyu #ffxiv viera #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv virgil #ffxiv gpose

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zerothedemongod · 1 year

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So, i made a Cartoon Oc, the 1st image, the Concept art was when i was trying to achieve a Cartoon Drawing style for myself, that was “original”?, but the second image is when i finally made it, i hope you guys like it and that little warning cleared the confusion, buh-bye! ------------------------------------------------- Damian Vital

Age: 17

Birthday: May 26

Sex: male ♂️

Race: Human - "Awoken"

Sign: Taurus

Eyes color: Purple

Likes: anime, videogames, cosplay, swords, robots, mobile suits, tabletop games, rock, instrumental (videogame soundtracks) and classic music, drawing and creating stories, "Writing and Telling about it's dreams"

Dislike: injustice, doing nothing, a lot of homework, being bored, not being able to help, singing (he thinks his voice is horrible), dancing (he says he's not a good dancer)

Guardian: The Fire Phoenix

Gem: Fire Ruby

Weapon: Broadsword

A guy with a lot of energy, is always there for his friends, he thinks only of them, for him, his friends and family are everything, he's lucky to have a loving family and the best friends he has, he protects them like a treasure and would do anything to keep them safe, his dreams are so vivid and weird, it almost feels like it's actually traveling to another world

#cartoon #cartoon oc #cartoonoc #cartoon drawing #cartooncharacter #original #originalCharacter #originalart #digital art #newdrawing #toon

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fazfacts · 2 years

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PINOCCHIO: A TRUE STORY SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ Skidee skidee skidee skidee! ❞

❝ People started making up some silly stories. ❞

❝ People started making up some silly stories about growing noses and whatnot. ❞

❝ Have you ever seen a nose grow right in front of you? ❞

❝ Now I won't feel so lonely. ❞

❝ This will make for an extremely interesting story. ❞

❝ Have you seen anyone suspicious around here lately? ❞

❝ Now, what should we name you? ❞

❝ No -- he'd grow up to be a turtle who only cares about pizza! ❞

❝ I don't believe my eyes! ❞

❝ You are too special, [____]. ❞

❝ The world is full of people who could harm you. ❞

❝ You're too young and too gullible. ❞

❝ You can go. ❞

❝ ALIIIVE! ❞

❝ I'm a boy and I'm ALIIIVE! ❞

❝ Father, tell me, when can I leave to be on my own? ❞

❝ Tell me, when can I leave to be on my own? ❞

❝ I've got the whole world to see! ❞

❝ You're too...unusual for this world. ❞

❝ Thank you, Daddy! ❞

❝ I knew you wouldn't say no! ❞

❝ Great adventures await! ❞

❝ See you later, my dear [____]! ❞

❝ Bye, Daddy! Buh-bye! ❞

❝ I have a special, most treasured dream. ❞

❝ Mamma mia, a wooden boy! ❞

❝ Mamma mia! ❞

❝ A wooden boy! ❞

❝ [gunshot] ❞

❝ What have you done? ❞

❝ You killed him! ❞

❝ I, uh...I think I'm okay. ❞

❝ Someone here has sausages for brains. ❞

❝ Who's the REAL monster here? ❞

❝ If it's anything like last year, I want my money back! ❞

❝ I want my money back! I've seen this before! ❞

❝ Congratulations, and welcome to our gang -- oop! ❞

❝ It's just me! ❞

❝ Trust me, it will be better this way. ❞

❝ You have to leave as soon as possible. ❞

❝ Get out! Leave! I don't even like you! ❞

❝ I don't even like you! ❞

❝ I'm a freak! ❞

❝ That's what makes you unique. ❞

❝ There's no one else like you. ❞

❝ That place is believed to be by evil spirits. ❞

❝ So long, butterface! ❞

❝ [____], can you stop? I said STOP -- ! ❞

❝ Leave if you want. I don't need you anyway. ❞

❝ Good riddance and good luck! ❞

❝ Keep your luck to yourself. We both know you'll need it more than I will. ❞

❝ I'll tell the whole truth about what you're really doing! ❞

❝ And then...every one of you will go to jail! ❞

❝ [____], please, at least let me explain! ❞

❝ No! I don't wanna hear it! ❞

❝ You left it in my mouth, remember? ❞

❝ You are human now. ❞

❝ What??? ❞

❝ Ugh, yeah...I guess so. ❞

#sentence starters #rp memes #rp prompts #pinocchio a true story #wow im really doin it huh

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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La Danse Macabre

Episode 10

Chapter Index

10-1: The Ambush (1)

???: .......

???: ...Buh-bye.

[Thud]

[Clang]

???: Huh?

Cura: Damn, I guess my insomnia isn't all bad after all!

???: You shouldn't stay up so late. I hear it's bad for your skin..!

[Thump]

Cura: Ugh..! Wake up guys, we've got company!

- - - -

Libel: ......!

Fuga: You've gotta be kidding me! Where'd he come from!?

Arme: ...W-what's going on!?

???: Ah~, what a pain. I was gonna kill you all in your sleep.

Libel: Who are you?

Placer: Placer, from Kokujohyako. You're Rebellion, right?

Fuga: Ugh, not Kokujohyako. Speak of the devil, I guess...

Arme: Kokujohyako...

Placer: So, which one of you's the Celestial?

Arme: ...I-it's me.

Libel: Don't answer!

Placer: 'kay, so I'll kill everyone but you.

[Thud]

[Crash]

Fuga: Holy crap!

Cura: Libel! Fuga! Take the kid and run!

Cura: I'll hold him here..!

Fuga: No way, with all three of us here, we can totally beat one guy, even if he's Kokujohyako!

Cura: Not while protecting the boy, we can't! We'll be done for as soon as one of us gets hurt!

Libel: Fuga, just trust him! Let's go!

Fuga: Ugh... Let's get going, Celestial!

Arme: R-right! Cura, please stay safe!

Placer: Uh oh. They're getting away.

Cura: You don't sound too worried about that...

Placer: I've got plenty of obstacles they'll have to get through first. I'll kill you and then I'll catch up to them in a jiffy..!

[Thud]

[Crash]

Cura: Ugh..!

Placer: You're a pretty agile dude. Good, I haven't killed someone who could put up a fight in a while.

Cura: Heh... Must be tough, waving that big weapon of yours around.

Placer: Not really. I probably just need to kick things up a little...

[Thud]

Cura: Ugh... Huff..! Damn, that was fast!

[Thud]

Placer: Ahahahahaha!

[Thud]

Placer: You're getting slower and slower! Maybe you oughta excercise some more!

[Thud]

Cura: Urk!

[Crash]

Cura: Coff... coff...

Cura: I'm more of a paperwork kinda guy...

Placer: I feel bad for you, I really do. But this is why you don't just walk around in public with a treasure chest in your hands.

Placer: Because we'll never let easy money get away from us.

Cura: Heh... so you wanna sell the little Celestial off? You guys always did have a one-track mind... But our leader's got something else in mind.

Cura: He's trying to use the Celestial to save all of the Surface, like the idiot he is..!

Placer: ...Uh-huh.

Placer: I don't give a rat's ass, just so y'know.

Cura: ......!

Placer: In fact, I think it's stupid.

Placer: If you're trying to help other people, then that just means you guys have it too easy.

- - - -

Arme: Ah..!?

Libel: We're surrounded... Did Kokujohyako always have this many fighters?

Fuga: Most of them are probably hired help. ...Since when do they have that kinda money?

Ruffian: Which one's the Celestial? Is it the tiny one?

Ruffian: In any case, don't let anyone get away. Surround 'em!

Fuga: What's the plan, Libel?

Libel: If this is all of them... Our best bet is to defeat them all as quickly as we can, so we can go back for Cura.

Fuga: Aye aye, sir! Celestial, stand back!

Arme: Wait, there's too many of them..!

Libel: Hah!

[Clang]

Ruffian: Urgh..!

Libel: Next!

Fuga: Take this!

[Ratatat]

Fuga: We don't have time for this! Come on!

Ruffian: T-they're pretty strong!

Fuga: You think you're the first buncha punks we've fought!? Huh!?

Arme: I-I had no idea Libel and Fuga were such great fighters..!

10-2: The Ambush (2)

Cura: Huff... huff... Damn, you really are good...

Placer: Nice dodges. You probably set the record for how long someone's managed to stay alive against me.

Cura: I-isn't your leader even stronger than this..?

Placer: Oh, totally. Vida's the greatest. We're undefeatable, as long as we've got him around.

Cura: ...Undefeatable, eh... Well if he's so undefeatable, why doesn't he just attack the Ark?

Placer: Huh?

Cura: Wait, I know why. It's because he knows he can't take them all on at once.

Cura: They've got an army we couldn't even dream of having, and even the strongest fighter will lose if you throw enough opponents at them...

Placer: Shut up... Vida's stronger than anyone... He could totally take on the Ark.

Cura: Listen to me! If we use the Celestial as a bargaining chip with the Ark, we might not even have to fight! Doesn't that sound good to you?

Cura: We're looking at the big picture here! Just think about it, and if that's too hard, go tell your buddies!

Cura: Think about the long-term effects this will have, instead of chasing after a quick buck!

Placer: ........

Cura: Now's not the time for us on the Surface to fight...

Placer: I don't wanna!

Cura: ...Huh?

Placer: I don't really get what you're saying, but it sounds like you're making fun of me, so I don't like it. I hate your guts. And Vida will win.

Cura: Are you for real..?

Placer: Plus I know you probably won't like if I say "no"...

Placer: We've always had to live in pain, so to make up for it...

Placer: I've decided to make things as hard for everyone else as I can.

Placer: Ahahahahahaha!

Cura: ...Heh. Looks like I hate your guts, too.

Placer: Enough chit-chat! Time to die!

[Thud]

Placer: ...For you, maybe!

[Boom]

Placer: Wha..!?

Placer: Wait, bombs!?

Cura: Hahahahaha! I have a tendency to worry, you see, so I always keep a few bombs where I sleep..!

[Boom]

Placer: Are you trying to die!? You're crazy!

Cura: What do you think..!?

Cura: Can a sane guy even survive on the Surface..!?

[Boom]

- - - -

Fuga: That's all of 'em, Libel!

Libel: Yeah, now let's go to Cura...

[Boom]

Arme: !?

Libel: Explosions..?

Fuga: Could it be, Cura!?

Arme: That building is on fire... D-do you think he's still alright!?

Fuga: D-did he blow himself up..? You've gotta be kidding me... Cura.. He can't be...

Libel: ...No, he's fine. Look.

Arme: Ah... There's someone standing in the flames...

Fuga: Cura!?

Cura: Ahahahaha! Now that hits the spot!

Fuga: You're a mess!

Arme: Still, I'm glad you're safe... Even amid all those explosions...

Cura: Oh, don't you worry. My gear is fireproof. That way, I can start blowing stuff up whenever.

Fuga: I had no idea...

Cura: Woohoo, bombs rule! Feels like all my stress just melted away.

Arme: ...I-is Cura actually the most dangerous one of you all..?

Libel: Of course not. Though people do say that he puts too much gunpowder in his bombs whenever he wants to let off steam.

Arme: T-that sounds very risky!

Fuga: Did you deal with the Kokujohyako guy?

Cura: Nope, I'm afraid he got away. Not before I put him in a world of hurt, though.

Cura: Those guys are no joke. Hahaha, maybe next time I'll get him where it counts!

Fuga: Dude, chill.

Libel: Oh, right...

Libel: Cura. About the thing we discussed earlier...

Cura: Huh? Uh, sure, why not? Do what you feel is best. You're the leader, anyhow.

Cura: Your right hand man's gonna take care of things! Hahahahaha!

Libel: ...Always make sure to ask Cura for something once his stress gauges are emptied out.

Fuga: Ugh...

To be continued...

#idolish7 #la danse macabre #translation #event story

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creatingnikki · 4 years

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Dear my toxic friend,

You make me want to punch the wall.

I get it now. Why back then when I was 16 I couldn't tell you stuff. That's the same reason why I can't tell you stuff even now at 23. How many years apart that is? Eight. Wow, that is just sad.

You make a mountain out of a molehill. So I can't talk about my stuff - neither the hills nor the Everest. And it's not like if I tell you, you make it any better. You want to sit and analyse it, interrogate me, diagnose me and just break it all down. But I am not a plant under your make believe microscope. I may be fragile but I am a human being with complex emotions and varied sadnesses. And joys and dreams. But these days I feel a bit timid. Fearful. Like I can no longer dream. I can't talk to you about that. You'll only make me feel more pathetic and feel relieved that you're not in my place. You'll look down on me. Even if you think you're not. Even if you think I don't know you are.

You repel me. You are that kid who has a bag full of candy but you're not happy. You see me with one big candy but it's colourful and has intricate design and you want it. Of course you want it. Quantity doesn't mean quality, when will you learn? But you don't want it so you can have it. You want it so I can't have it. You walk up to me and talk about how sad your candy tastes. You make me feel bad for you. So I share mine with you. You take the biggest bite. You bite and bite and bite. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Then you spit out. You shove me, throwing me and my remaining candy to the ground. Then you skip away with your full bag of candy and make friends who have similar bags. You all sit and watch the sunset as you eat away the evening. My knee is scarped and bloody. I'm trying to clean it and find a bandaid. But it turns out it's a whole journey. A treasure hunt. The treasures of life aren't gold and rubies. No, the treasures of life are strength, joy and peace.

You keep coming back to me. Each time more grown up and kinder. But that's not really being kind or mature. It's just being two faced. Sometimes I wonder if it's just all the traumatic memories I can't forget and am simply projecting those on you now as you smile so wide and bat your eyes and tell me you missed me. But if someone repels you so hard, surely you should bid them goodbye? Then it doesn't matter if they are a changed person now or oh so kind. That doesn't erase everything they did to you. Fuck the stories that tell you otherwise. You don't need to forgive. You need to reach a place in your life where it doesn't matter. By finding the treasure. By knowing what real love and friendship is. You don't need to forget. But let it be a faint memory that doesn't trigger emotions but seems like some fairytale from your childhood. Where they were the witch and you the princess and now you're the queen and they are irrelevant.

Should I ghost you? Send you this letter? Or at least a goodbye text? I don't know. I've tried all these things before. I thought I could keep you in the background of my life and tune you out. But you insist on being a parasite and leeching your way in. I don't know the way to bid you goodbye yet. But at least one thing is final. I must bid you goodbye. The kind that leaves no place for our universes ever crossing paths again. Not by any of my action or reaction at least. They say never say never but sometimes you have to train your mind.

Bitch. Such a fucking bitch. Why must I not speak ill of you when it's only a fact? I can be the bigger person a few years down the line. But right now I must be the angry person. The furious person. Only then can I move on the next stage of grief. No, mine isn't bargaining or depression. You aren't worth any of that. You never meant something so integral to me. A person like you just can't win over a person's heart or love in any real way. My next stage of grief when it comes to you is letting you fade away into oblivion.

Buh bye,

Only fuck you to you. No good luck this time around.

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17hateblog · 4 years

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LISTEN, PUNK. I was having a hard time this week and then I read your tags and remembered what laughter and happiness felt like. I cherish you!!!!! you’re a treasure!!!!! buh bye now.

😔💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Ily!!! Thank you so much! I hope your days only get better from here on out!! I’m rooting for you!!! 💖💕✨

#youre the real treasure #you dropped this 👑#mail

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sonic-bros · 5 years

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Can I ask for a sequel to that Sonadow Free Riders prompt? Where it's like Shadow's turn to give the "reward kiss" to Sonic, after he beats Metal Sonic and Omochao commenting on it?

[Read it on AO3!]

(Link to part one)

Part of Shadow was grateful that Metal didn’t challenge him to a race. It had seemed difficult—not that he couldn’t handle it, but after the ‘prize’ Sonic gave him, he had a lot on his mind. Most of the time, he hated to be touched. Even Rouge placing a hand on his shoulder or nudging his side with her elbow was a bit much for him. He could think of more than a few incidents where he’d gotten into fights with those who had invaded his personal space.

He couldn’t understand why he had let Sonic kiss him, or why he kissed him back. It made him feel… weird. Like those silent moments between them—their occasional sparring sessions or Gear races, when it was them and just them—but he had always chosen not to think about it. Now, he didn’t get the option, since Sonic had kissed him in front of everyone. That same tension was still lingering in the air around the two heroes.

“So, is it safe to assume that you never had any money or treasure to give out?” Tails sighed to Eggman.

“Ya’know, my job would be easier if you shot down your own plots like this more often,” Sonic snickered to the Doctor.

Shadow wasn’t really listening when Team Babylon complained about their lack of reward.

“I can’t believe I was right about Eggman giving us a prize,” Rouge said with a mopey tone, her ears drooping slightly in a dramatic display of dissatisfaction. “What a waste of time.”

Shadow disagreed.

He was the Ultimate Lifeform—perfected, including his instincts, which had never let him down. He wasn’t sure what exactly caused him to step forward and walk over to Sonic with his board under his arm, but he could only assume that it was that fine-tuned instinct of his.

“Uh… yeah,” Sonic replied awkwardly to one of Amy’s usual remarks—that Shadow hadn’t bothered to pay attention to—grinning again a moment later. “Anyway, it sounds like we all managed to have fun,” he said, looking over at Shadow as he walked up, giving him a little smirk. “Don’t you think so, Shad—” he started, but he was cut off. His eyes went wide when Shadow leaned in and kissed him, his cheeks instantly lighting up.

This time, the kiss lasted longer than before. Sonic’s eyes slipped closed, and after a few seconds, his hand slid up to grab Shadow’s shoulder.

“What in the world?!” Eggman gasped, just vocalizing what everyone else was thinking.

Shadow pulled away slightly to peer over at the Doctor with a deep-set frown, but Sonic dropped his hand to grab his, so he looked back over.

“What was that about?” he asked with a little smile, his muzzle rosy with blush.

“You gave me a prize when I beat Eggman. Now I’m giving you one for beating Metal,” he said, eyeing him. He let him hold his hand—he didn’t really care what everyone else thought. He never had and he wouldn’t start now.

Sonic’s smile changed to another wide smirk. “So you wanted to return the favor, huh?” he said playfully, though he only tugged him closer, so he could press their lips together again. Shadow leaned into it and let his eyes fall shut.

“Would you look at that folks! It looks like some of the racers ended up making their own prizes!” Omochao announced with an excited giggle.

Shadow broke the kiss, glancing over at Omochao scornfully.

Sonic let go of Shadow’s hand. “How about me and you race?” he suggested, grabbing his Extreme Gear from where it leaned against the nearby the wall and hopping on. “Just me and you.”

Shadow gave him a smug smile. “You still have no chance of winning,” he said as he set his board down and got on as well, his competitiveness coming out immediately when the word ‘race’ was spoken.

“We’ll see about that,” Sonic taunted, just as both of them took off in a random, open direction.

“It seems like they’ll both be winners, no matter who finishes first!” Omochao reported, without realizing what he said. Eggman startled at the comment, looking mortified, but Knuckles busted out laughing. Rouge even hid a chuckle behind her hand.

“I’m sure the next World Grand Prix will be much more interesting after this new chain of events!” Omochao continued to the audience. “We’ll see you there, I’m sure! Until then, Omochao here, signing off! Buh-bye!”

(Link to part three)

#sonadow #mine: requests #mine: sonadow #mine: fics #mine: asks #sonic free riders #if this is the same anon i hope you liked the first and this little sequel!#also im so sorry omochao killed me so i stole like 90% of his lines from the game #mine: sonic riders

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shawkyarchived · 5 years

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if anyone on shawky’s expeditions mentions money or ‘getting a cut of the treasure’ or implies anything about only being there for the payout at the end , buh-bye . you’re gone . shawky makes the tougher guys in the group ( obviously ) escort them away and back on whatever car or bus or plane they came out on . shawky’s team IS paid for their work , but none of the payment comes from the treasure itself . so no one’s getting any grubby hands on priceless artifacts or selling things to black markets . no way .

#ix. i die to myself and merge with the whole world / headcanon #shawky is too much of a wimp but i WILL drop kick you myself #actually his best friend buzzy will probably do the drop kicking.......#ljkdfsajkfasf

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andengmalazaa19xx · 5 years

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Alam mo ba ung feeling ko ngaun bukod sa malungkot dhil sgurado akong ito na ung huling mga salita na ssbhn ko syo tungkol sa saglet mong pag daan sa buhay ko? Ung pakiram na nakakamiss din pala ung magmahal at maging masaya. Naalala ko ung panahon na nagkakilala kame nung huling babaeng naging reason bakit ako naging masaya.

Mula ng nag usap kame gaya ng kung ano ung nangyari sten hanggang sa nagkita kame. Wala akong ibang naramdaman kundi saya lang. sobrang masaya kse hindi nya pinag damot sken ung feeling na mahalin, na maging special kahit pa im just nothing. She's the reason why i felt so much happiness that time. Masaya lang, hindi matatapos ung linggo na di namen makakasama ung isa't-isa. Walang kasing saya, at nung panahon na un wala akong pakelam sa ssbhn at mararamdaman ng ibang tao bsta ang alam ko masaya ako kase meron akong isang tao na katulad nya. Nag take ako ng risk just to be with her with no doubt and hesitation at all kse ang sarap sarap ng pakiramdam na habang nakikilala mo sya lalo mo syang minamahal at lalo mong nafifeel na napaka special mo. Until slowly nasira lahat kse hindi naging healthy, naging toxic na at iniwan nya ako without any words at un ung time na namatay ako pero lahat un tinanggap ko open arms kase alam ko na dun sya sasaya. Slowly, unti-unti kong inaral kung paano tatanggapin na wala na sya, na sa susunod na mga araw hindi na sya magiging parte ng buhay ko at ng pamilya ko. Hanggang sa di sya mag matter sken. And that's the time na i learned how to value my self more, mas minahal ko ung sarili ko, inalagaan ko at pinagaling ko kse sbi ko next time kapag ready na ule ako mag mahal gusto ko kaya ko na ule ibigay lahat pero im going to set limitations. slowly natuto ako na gamitin ung isip ko bago ung puso ko until u came. From the moment na nagkaharap tyo, inaral ko ung mga galaw mo, pero naging limitado ka. Inintindi ko kse baka my malalim na pinanggalingan pero habang tumatagal, wala kang ginagawa pero ung prisensya mo lang, sobrang enough na para lumalim ung feelings ko pero habang lumalim at habang nakikilala kita nararamdaman ko na nawawala ung eargerness ko na ipush na mag end up tyo together pero inintindi padin kita kse sbi ko hanggat nararamdaman ko na andyan ka, at wala akong nakikita na malaking dhilan para ayawan ka magiging okay ako kung ano meron sten not until nahihirapan na ko. Nararamdaman ko na pinagdadamutan mo ko dun sa pag mamahal na akala ko kayang mong ibigay ng buo. At un ung punto na tinanong ko na ung sarili ko na paano ako kung kame na nitong tao na to? Maalagaan nya kaya ung feelings ko? And all the possible sides sinilip ko para mag hold on kaso wala e. Gustong-gusto kitang mahalin ng buo, gustong-gusto kitang alagaan. Pero naalala ko ung ako, ung sarili ko. Nakakalungkot kse mukhang ito ung snasabi nila na maling pagkakataon. Na wala tayong magiging laban kse pagkakataon na ung nagsasabi na di pa dapat.

Pero, masaya akong nakilala kita in the short period of time. Kahit papanu u give me something na ite-treasure ko. At everytime na maaalala kita somehow mapapangiti padin ako.

Sana sa susunod na magkaharap tyo, totoong masaya kana. Totoong nakawala na sa sakit at galit na pilit mong tinatago dyan sa puso mo. At sana kapag dumating ung babaeng para sayo, ung mamahalin at aalagaan ka ng totoo, ibalik mo ng doble pa sa sampu ung ibibigay nya. Love, lage mong aalagaan ung sarili mo. Lage mo iisipin na my mga bagay na mas mabuting bitawan kesa hawakan. Pag dumating ung panahon na totoong masaya kana, let me know at isa ako sa unang magiging masaya para sayo. Sobrang thank you love and sorry for giving you some shit and badvibes. Mamimiss kita. Sobrang mamimis kita pero ganun tlaga ang buhay. Buh-bye! 😘

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charlottefuckinbalfour · 6 years

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hey friends guess who wrote accidental soft-dub-con-feels? i did. So, i suppose the best way to explain this is... modern AU, dub-con sex worker!Rey, club owner!Hux, shitty customer!Tarkin, and then a lot of soft taking care of u feels. okay bye guys tw: dub-con, emotional abuse (of a sort), violence again sex workers, sexual abuse, blood, beatings

One eye is swollen and her neck throbs, a string of vicious, swollen bite marks highlighted by the angry red handprints. Her breath comes in small gasps, lungs still trying to process the sudden allowance of air, and as her vision begins to right itself, she sees the client being dragged from the room. Her sight swims again and she hears a broken whimper from somewhere around her. It doesn’t occur to her that the broken whimper is her own abused throats attempt at speaking. She sways despite her position, half propped up on the floor. Her abused body aches something fierce, worse than it ever has before, but perhaps that’s a good thing— he always seems to be proudest of her when she lets the others do as they please. But he’s usually here by now, and she longs for his touch, his aristocratic cadence as he tells her she’s “good, so good, such a good girl for me, Rey." Another broken sound fills her ears as her arm gives out beneath her. The world still swims as her face throbs and the scent of blood fills her nostrils. The pounding in her head seems worse now, as she lays alone on the floor, no one there to fuck her or press kisses against her mouth or leave new raspberry bruises on her breasts. She doesn’t understand, she’s never left alone in this room for long. Her vision begins to darken, exhaustion creeping over her body, and in her last lucid seconds, she hears the door open and feels warmth draped over her naked flesh. A moment later, she is being lifted into the safe cocoon of someones arms, and she knows little else.

“Hush, pet.”

The whimpering must be her. Rey bites her lip, trying to stem it, but another sharp burst of pain knifes through her, and she lets out a sob. She can’t see, eyes swollen shut now, so she must’ve been asleep for a long time, and the loss of her most valuable sense terrifies her. Her hands shoot out, desperate for some sort of understanding of where she is, and a familiar hand catches hers.

Hux

“Hush, little one. We need to set your ribs. I know it hurts.”

Something pricks her upper arm and she lets out a small, pathetic sob.

“M’sorr…” Her lips feel funny and too heavy as she tries to speak. “M….m’sorry, Mr. Hux,” she gets out. “M’gon…gonna b-be… be buh-buh-better... ne-next time…”

Her dizziness must be confusing her, because she swears she feels his hand on hers tighten, and a sharp intake of breath. She would swear on her life, swears it now, that his voice is tight and thick when he responds, “You <i>are</i> good, Rey. Such a good girl. I’m… You are so good, pet. It’s alright. Rest now.”

She succumbs to the lethargy in her veins moments later.

His fists are caked with blood and his knuckles are raw when he leaves the cells beneath the club. Ren will deal with the remainder of the overly-forward customer, and an example will be made. There are rules at Club Starkiller, of course— no knives, no bruises above the neck, no broken bones, no beating the girls within an inch of their lives, for Maker’s sake!— but there are special rules for a few of the girls, girls who can take a bit more.

But this particular patron went too far, and with the wrong girl, indeed. Hux feels a fresh wave of rage crash through his veins, and it is only Mitaka’s reminder that, “Sir, she’s awake, she’s terrified,” that keeps him from turning around to deliver another bout of punishment to the pathetic man in the cell.

Her screams had been loud enough that they had echoed through the halls, somehow breaking through the soundproofing in the play rooms. Loud enough that he had heard her in his office, more than two hundred feet down the hall. He had been up in a moment— he knew those screams intimately, but they had never sounded like that.

Now, as he walked towards his own rooms, he knew why. He was surprised, truly, that she had had it in her to scream at all. She was so set on being good for him now, she took anything given to her if only to have him reward her afterwards. But the hysterics in her voice before she had collapsed, the state of her face, her body…

His forefinger and thumb rubbed a blood crusted hoop in his pocket, a slight shiver running up his spine as he considered how much pain it must have caused her to have this particular ring ripped forcibly from her breast. It was, after all, a gift from him, and he knew she treasured it.

“Run a bath for her, Mitaka. In my bathroom. Have some food sent from the kitchen, and then ensure that Mr. Ren has taken care of Senator Tarkin. Perhaps suggest that sending some fingers to the Hutt family and the Fetts would be appropriate in this instance… And then, you have the run of the club this evening.”

His assistant blinked at him, eyes wide and surprised, but within moments, the young man was on his way to carry out Hux’s whims. There was, after all, a reason he had survived longer than any other assistant.

The door in front of him opened seemingly of its own accord and he walked into the space he occupied when club work kept him away from the penthouse across town. Brittle breathing echoed from the bedroom, and so he made his way there, feet barely making a sound as he entered the familiar, dark room. She looked so broken on his bed, and he frowned, fighting down the urge to immediately draw her into his arms. He knew, knew, he was getting too attached but Rey… Rey was his.

“Oh, pet…”

Her face was a mess, eyes less swollen now, but cheeks a mess of black, and blue, and purple. The worst of her cuts had been dressed and cleaned, but her hair was matted with lube and blood and cum. She was wrapped in his coat, had apparently refused to let it go after he had draped it over her in the play room. He couldn’t help himself— his feet took him to her, and he climbed into the bed beside her, gently pulling her into his lap.

She let out a mournful whimper, immediately nuzzling into his neck as she knew she was supposed to when he did this, but he hushed her, pulling her back slightly.

“You’ll hurt yourself, pet, hush. I’ve got you.”

His hand stroked along her back, changing direction each time she hissed and whined.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, and his hand froze. “I did what… I did what he said, Mr. Hux, I swear. I… Armie, I swear I was good…” Her voice hitched, unable to stop herself from appealing to him. “I swear… please…”

“Oh, precious girl…” Hux brushed a kiss over her temple and he felt her freeze. She had become so dependent on his affirmation, and he almost regretted it now. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Rey, hush now. It’s been taken care of.”

She felt tiny in his arms, despite her height, and as she shook, he cradled her more closely against his chest. “P-please… Please don’t send me back to him, Armie,” she whimpered, tears burning her healing eyes. “I… Please, Armie. Anyone else, but… not… not him, please.”

Hux stiffened beneath her, and from the frightened hitch in her breathing, he knew she thought he was angry. She felt her begin to curl in on herself, preparing herself for a beating he would never mete out against her— the instinct of too many years in the care of much lesser men. “You won’t be going back to any of them, pet.”

And where had that come from? His mouth moved without consulting his brain. “I won’t have it. You are mine, little one. I won’t have anyone treating you this way. You belong to me.” His voice was petulant, a child who had nearly had his favorite toy taken away forever. She softened in his arms, aching limbs relaxing as she realized no fists would rain down upon her.

“… Any of them?”

“None but me will touch you from now on, Rey. Clearly I cannot trust anyone else to take appropriate care of you.”

Her fingers brushed across his cheek and tears rolled down her face, stinging the open cuts. She ignored it, hiccuping slightly as she dared to lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. They both ignored the warm smile that grew on his lips. “I… I thought you had… he said you had given him permission to… to…” Her voice hitched again, memories of the man kicking out at her face swimming to the forefront of her memory. “To k-kill me… that I was… too much t-trouble.” Emotion swam through her words, tears running faster down her bloody cheeks.

Hux hissed angrily, and shifted. Rey yelped as he lifted them both off of the bed in a move that seemed almost superhuman. His anger was thick in the air around them, but as moved them swiftly towards the bathroom, it became evident that it was not directed towards her. She knew his anger, his moods, and never had he been so silent around her. When she displeased him, he spelled it out for her.

Now, he was silent, like an oncoming storm. His fingers tightened as he backed into the bathroom door, left ajar by an astute Mitaka, to open it. Roses and epsom filled the air, tendrils of steam carrying them through the bathroom from the overly-large tub. Hux settled Rey on the ottoman, setting himself to work delicately pulling her hair into a loose bun atop her head, removing the jacket she clung too so tightly. “Rey,” he held out a hand to her before lifting her again, noting the way her legs shook.

As he set her into the hot water, she whimpered, staring at him with tear stained cheeks. “Hush, pet. I’m going to get you clean, then we can talk, alright?” A nod punctuated her sniffles, wide eyes still fixed on him. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows, and pressed another kiss to her forehead before soaking a small face towel in the hot bath water. “This will sting, but I know you can be good for me, precious girl.” His voice lacked its usual strength, the usual power, and he knew he sounded a step away from broken, but he saw as she let the phrase take hold on her.

He had trained her well.

She kept mostly silent as he gently wiped away the crusted blood from her forehead, her bruised cheeks, and her nose. When he tended to her torn nipple and abused breasts, she sobbed quietly, but didn’t move, allowing him to rub away the cum that had mixed into the wounds. He was delicate with her throat and shoulders, though every bite made him furious. No, no one else would ever touch his girl again.

“Can you stand for me, precious girl? I need to clean your legs.”

It took time, and ultimately Hux retrieved a chair from his office, placing it in the tub so that she could more easily sit and prop her feet on the edge of the bath, allowing him access to her. She hissed and shut her eyes as he ran the cloth across the welts and bruises that the hot water brought out, though her surprise as he kissed each one was acknowledged by her little disbelieving whimpers and breathy sighs. He had been gentle with her before, but never like <i>this</i>.

“No one will ever hurt you again, Rey. I swear it.”

He kissed the bruises, the cuts, the lashes, up to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes filled with mournful anticipation, and she shuffled to allow him unimpeded access to her cunt. He didn’t let her see his frown, instead cleaning the cloth and soaking it again in the rose and epsom water. Of course she believed he would take her now— when had he ever given her reason to believe he wanted more from her than just her holes? He had told her that was all she was worth many a time.

“No, pet. Not tonight. Let me take care of you.”

He ran the cloth across her thighs, cleaning up the remnants of sticky blood and cum and lube, frowning as fresh blood seemed to bloom on the seat beneath her each time she shifted. “Did he fuck you dry, Rey? Tell me, now.” She nodded, a small sob breaking from her chest.

“He… he said that… that no one cared about whore blood anyway… and it felt… felt… felt better than… lube.”

Her voice cracked as Hux ran the cloth between her cheeks, pausing to examine the damage. It was mostly superficial, and he thanked the Maker he had been doing daily training with her, and that Senator Tarkin was… smaller than one would expect. The damage, he knew, could have been significantly worse. Worse still, though, that he knew she had let it happen in the hopes of his praise later on.

“You’re doing so well for me, pet. So well. Such a good girl. This will never happen again, I promise, sweet girl.”

With his permission, she slipped back into the still-warm water, allowed him to tilt her head back and rub shampoo and then conditioner into her matted locks. A moan echoed in her chest as hot water rinsed her scalp and his fingers rubbed across her scalp, ensuring he had caught all the traces of blood and conditioner.

“Come then, pet. Up you get.” He stood and opened a towel, watching her like a hawk as she stepped from the tub on shaky legs. As soon as she had herself wrapped in the fluffy warmth of the towel, he scooped her up into his arms again, ignoring the way her hair dripped onto his shirt.

The woman in his arms didn’t protest, too sleepy, too in pain, too overwhelmed, too well trained, to do so. Instead, she nestled closer into his chest, breathing in his scent. “Would…”

Hux shook his head. “I would never have given Senator Tarkin permission to hurt you like this, pet, you know that. I know you know that. What he has done to you… oh, my precious girl.” His voice cracked and he sat down on the bed, holding her tightly to his chest as tears began to form in his eyes. They dripped from his nose onto her pink-tinged skin. “My precious girl, I’m so sorry.”

They sat like that for a long time, Hux crying gently into her hair as he rocked her back and forth, murmuring apologies into her scalp.

“You’ll be alright, pet. I’ll take care of you.”

He dried her hair, rubbed antiseptic into her wounds, bandaged up her breast and hip and legs. Every touch was tender, gentle, and Rey herself felt tears slipping down her cheeks as she realized she couldn’t remember the last time anyone had taken such care with her.

“Sleep now, precious girl. You need your rest. I’ll keep you safe.”

Sleep came to her as he stroked her hair, nestled against his chest, feeling safer than she had for many, many years.

#beth says #text #beth writes #reyux #beth writes star wars stuff

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